#and then i started connecting dots and it was all over for me

[universalzones]

"The fuck does it matter if I speak my mind or tell my story? Even with the whole Phantom Rider crap a lot of people still doubted me. All people will see is G.U.N arresting a criminal that should've been locked up after tearing through a town and hurt people." Surge wasn't even going to mention how easily G.U.N could pump out any number of stories they wanted and still seem believable.

"Yeah, I'm with sparky here. My goal is to call G.U.N out for their crap, though my younger sister wanted me to put in a good word for the spiky electric hero," he said crossing his arms not intimated by Surge's threat. "Ain't the force time I've been threatened and it won't be the last since I'm sure G.U.N will put me on there list of reporters they don't like. Also, I just run online forums. Not legit recording equipment or anything."

Surge squints her eyes at the canine, slowly connecting the dots. "You're related to the squirt I met at the festival after I first sent the Phantom Rider high tailing it out of here. What do you actually get out of this? Cause I ain't buying you're doing this just for your sister," the tenrec said crossing her arms. "And call me sparky again and you'll need your jaw wired shut to heal."

"Hey, I put G.U.N to the fire all the time in my forums, this is just the latest story. Though I guess I don't fully trust G.U.N like everyone else so them having a super weapon like you is something I'd like to bring to people's attention. As long as I get my story out it'll spread. Hopefully large scale station's will start being up G.U.N's case." A simple goal, though one that reached will make G.U.N tread carefully.

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Kitsunami looked down at the offered hand with clear distain. "I can keep up on my own." The fennec had made many more modifications to his pack so could go much longer distance's without having to refill it in order not to slow Surge down. Without Starline getting in his way he could made more practical upgrades to his pack and actual improvements. Of course he knew the reason why Starline always prevented him from doing such a thing. He didn't want him to have too much power or start thinking on his own. With that said he dashed off after Sonic.

"Just so you know this doesn't makes us friends. I still don't trust you, even if you didn't intentional mean to lie about Surge not making it." Seems Kitsunami was still holding a bit of a grudge about that incident, even if he was aware that Sonic truly believed Surge didn't make it out alive. Though maybe he was trying to convince himself more than anything else. Trying to reject the kindness that the hedgehog showed him when he was at his lowest point, when he was more concerned about Surge than trying to stop her, and that fact he keeps extending a helping hand rather than wishing to see them locked up.

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"Those are fair points, though not just anyone can do what Starline or Shadow's creator did. If so we'd see far more people with those abilities. Speaking as one who such abilities it's rather... complicated. I'm sure you of all people know how complex the power one wields can be fighting such foes of the years and simply seeing Sonic in action. I don't wish to imply I'm down playing your concerns, though it's an amazing feat to create someone with such power abilities." This was just Blaze's honest opinion.

"Though I have no intention of ignoring such logical reasoning and concerns. At this point I believe we must take every piece of information with, how they say, a grain of salt. I hope that is the correct expression." Expressions wasn't the feline's strong suit quite yet. "For now let us just hope that they can't recreate any of Starline's work without all the needed piece's, and do our best to keep those piece's out of their hands." The princess didn't intend to roll over and let them have their way after all.

"Perhaps we should wait until we're at a more secure location. Maybe Miles lab as I can't think of anywhere more secure than that." Belle doubts the entirety of G.U.N could get into his lab if Miles didn't want anyone in, not to mention how secure his network must be. Belle-Bot wasn't connected to any network fully so the risk of it getting hacked into was low, though she still hadn't fully finished the firewall to prevent hacking. She hadn't even given the bot a proper field test though things were intense moments ago.

The sheep seemed to glance to one side as if everything Surge said she mostly agreed with. Or maybe had already been discussed in private. It was very clear what GUN was up to and yet there was almost nothing they could do to stop this. Gun was powerful politically and, though they had come to a tenuous agreement she had a feeling it wouldn't last. How long before they targeted Kit? or maybe they didn't think he was a big enough threat to even bother with?

" That's already been talked about to some degree. But short of an all out war between GUN and Restoration... i'm not sure we could find a peaceful way to stop them. The best solution was handing you over... and none of us like that much either. The best we could do was protect Belle and Kitsunami... "

She clenched her fists and her body language spoke of just how much she hated this. no matter what Surge felt, she very much had grown to feel as if Surge were part of the team. More then that... she was just starting to break that ice and maybe become friends and now this.

" Which is why i think we need to have eyes on both of them... i know Belle is already thinking of running off. I think its best if both of them lay low for awhile till we figure this all out...its just... this still feels like we are losing this battle..."

She fidgeted but snapped her trap shut once she saw the reporter. How did he even get up here and she hoped he didn't hear anything she said. She sighed crossing her arms as he rambled on to probably the worst person on base. Yea if she were Surge she'd jack slap him to! She pinched the bridge of her nose as any good PR was going to help them in the long run.

" Well... he is a Reporter Surge, if you ever wanted to speak your peace to the world... now is the time. But try to keep it PG... and remember anything you say can and WILL be used against you... so choose your words very carefully..."

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Sonic placed his hands behind his head and watched the Fennec join them though, he seemed ready to split. He sure was pissed wasn't he? Not that he blamed him, truthfully Sonic was on his last nerve with GUN to. Still looked like the kid harbored alot of animosity toward him maybe just left over bits of Starlines fuckery or maybe he was just bitter about this whole situation.

Sonic checked his phone and flicked his thumber across the screen to the map location Surge had given him. He sighed a bit as he hated the idea of leaving Surge right now--- but she was right he made a promise it was time to keep it.

" Yep, she gave me a location and made me promise to take you there--- and i'm a hog of my word! just think of me as a taxi... i'll drop you off and the rest is on you bud... Alright Surge Kitsunami and i are gonzo... stay safe... ok? "

He held a hand out for Kitsunami to take so they could take off. He didn't think it was a good idea to grab the kid without his say so or he could lose an arm! or get bit! either way once Kit grabbed on he disappeared in a flash of motion and crack like thunder! He didn't think it would take him long to reach that location... then he needed to link up with tails and plan there next move.

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Miles had been sitting and mulling over the situation as it had so man angles to consider. But his eyes shifted to Blaze as she spoke and he seemed to sink further into his thoughts. He couldn't disagree more with her on many fronts. Sonic and His DNA especially was easy enough to come by due to all there extended battles within the city and beyond. Every injury they took and every drop of blood could easily have been collected by GUN over the years--- but far more importantly... they didn't need it as they had something far more potent to use.

" I know i say i'm the smartest mobian alive ... but let's be real here. Before Starline came along none of us would have imagined anyone on his intellectual level. Eggman might have expanded his horizons... but he was already a genius of exceptional levels before that. To imagine that GUN doesn't have someone of that level working for them is foolish--- why go and do any of this if you didn't have the ability to finish your goal. They might be brash but GUN has never been fools..."

He stated in a very calm manner as he swished his tails behind him in a very agitated way. He was clearly upset with this situation and wished like Sonic to pummel gun to dust! But unlike Sonic he understood how awful that would look... they were the good guys after all they had to follow the rules.

" As for Sonic's DNA or mine or any of those who fight Eggman on the regular. We all take our lumps... a drop of blood, a chunk of fur, a lost quill... its very common for that to happen to us. If Thawn is as devious as he appears... he might have enough stored DNA to last him a life time--- but he doesn't even need that. Do you know what he has butt loads of? Black Arms DNA... they gathered up all those bodies all those years ago and even before that they had shadow trapped for YEARS and took who knows how many samples... "

" If GUN's aim is to create some super solider... they have the resources ...question isn't if they can but when... and what there ultimate intent is... i won't sugar coat it Blaze, it's not great... and things could turn very quickly in GUNS favor. Only thing we have going for us is that i had the foresight to lock all of starlines notes in my personal vaults... so even if they wanted to, they would be starting from scratch. so we... have time... if nothing else "

Jewel buzzed her wings landing next to Belle and opted to focus on things she was more willing and able to handle. Fighting GUN felt like a battle for sonic and tails not restoration. Choose your battles Jewel! choose your battles!

" Yes... they helped us on several join ventures. I put all of them in a single file to keep things organized. But also because i never trusted the man... so at the very least we should be able to scour the files and see what he was actually up to. I'm more worried they will try to pin this all on restoration... or worse Eggman will use all of this distraction to strike while we are divided..."

She sighed softly as she stared at Belle

" But one battle at a time Belle... we can start scouring that data and assess the damage he did. I still feel foolish for not realizing what he was up to... in a way... this is all my fault..."

[dukestags]

I have a request for a Peter Parker (whichever you want) x trans male reader, where reader lives in the apartment next door. They are very good friends, but reader is very perceptive so he knows that Peter is hiding something.

One day he finally connects the dots and figures out that Pete is Spider-Man, the hero he has had a crush on for months.

And the worst part? Peter knows.

So when reader confronts him about it, Peter takes the opportunity to flirt. And reader fucking melts.

Spider-boy next door

peter parker x ftm reader

The walls in Queens were thin. You’d figured that out within a week of moving into your apartment, and even sooner after meeting your next-door neighbor—Peter Parker. Sweet, awkward, absurdly smart Peter Parker.

The two of you hit it off fast. He was kind without trying too hard, always stopping by to bring some weird science project to show you, or to ask if you wanted to order takeout and binge some ridiculous show. You’d been best friends for months now, and it was easy. Natural.

But you weren’t an idiot.

Peter came home at weird hours. He had bruises he couldn’t explain. And he was always gone during major emergencies in the city. Then there were the weird scratches on his backpack, the faint smell of smoke, and the way he looked at the news whenever Spider-Man was mentioned—like it was personal.

You were perceptive. It was a skill you’d honed over years of navigating life, especially as a trans guy. You learned to read people—really read them—and Peter Parker? He wasn’t a hard puzzle once you started connecting the dots.

And when you finally realized it—like, really realized it—it hit you like a brick to the face.

Peter Parker was Spider-Man. And worse? You’d had a hopeless crush on Spider-Man for months.

The next time Peter stopped by, you didn’t waste any time.

“Hey,” you said casually, gesturing him in. “So, you’re Spider-Man, right?”

Peter froze in the doorway, a paper bag of Thai food in his hand.

“…What?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Come on, dude. The disappearing acts? The bruises? Your exact height and build? I mean, seriously. You even have the same nervous ramble thing going on when you talk.”

Peter’s jaw opened and closed like a fish.

“…I—uh. That’s—okay. Okay.” He set the food on the counter and turned toward you, hands raised in surrender. “I guess we’re doing this.”

You crossed your arms. “So. Are you gonna deny it or...?”

He took a step closer, that sheepish smile curling on his lips, all boyish charm and wide brown eyes. “Only if you stop looking at me like that.”

You blinked. “Like what?”

“Like you’ve had a crush on me this whole time but only just realized that your dream guy and your best friend are the same person.”

Your brain short-circuited.

Peter noticed.

He leaned in, voice low and playful. “You okay there, handsome?”

You could feel the heat crawling up your neck. “Shut up.”

But he only smirked. “Oh, now you’re blushing?”

You tried to step back but hit the kitchen counter. He didn’t stop advancing until he was right there in front of you—close enough that you could feel the warmth coming off him, close enough to see the tiny scar near his jaw you’d never noticed before.

“I wasn’t sure if you liked me,” he murmured, eyes flicking down to your lips. “But if you’re gonna look at me like that... I think I’m gonna take my shot.”

You opened your mouth to respond—witty comeback, maybe a snarky jab—but all that came out was a breathless, “Fuck.”

Peter grinned. “Exactly.”

[meltedbrains]

Yet another mini essay on the fifteenth doctor and RTD'S latest airing as showrunner. Spoiler alert, I was not particularly impressed.

So after two series Ncuti Gatwa's time as the Doctor is over. 18 episodes, two of which he was absent in, except for a cameo part (73 yards and lucky day), and another of which he had a greatly reduced role (dot and bubble).

These felt like high budget versions of low concept episodes (both of these were doctor-lite, while boom was a bottle episode set in a quarry). The only two parters were the season finales and realistically when you only have 8 episodes a season you have to try and cram in as much as possible to have the same effect, there's less breathing room than with the standard run of 12 (roughly). However breathing room is exactly what they needed, it's what Ncuti deserved as an actor.

The 15th Doctor did not get the same chances to run around saving the day with their quick thinking and clever words, faithful companion kicking names and taking ass at their side.

So many episodes purposefully retrod the 'familiar' ground of nuwho from nearly 20 years earlier. Ruby's first episode mirrored Rose's: Doctor takes girl to the far distant future, gives their phone the ability to call across time, shows them what becomes of the human race, runs around and away from monsters and leaves. (They are distinct stories but with some familiar beats, lots of episodes have them).

The problem is that so many of these episodes felt lacking (to me), they would have benefited from being condensed to 30 minutes or extended to two episodes. The first historical (the devil's chord) barely features the historical figures. Yes, the Beatles save the day, but it's basically an accident, it could have been set at any point in history, including modern day and the future, without having to change anything. The Doctor and Ruby go to see them record, realise they're shit and that something's gone wrong, then confront the maestro alone. Where's Dickens running away from ghosts, or Shakespeare helping banish the carrionites?

This lack of breathing room becomes obvious if you try to look for character arcs or emotional beats that last more than one episode. The Doctor simply doesn't have one, they experience racism and enjoy finding a community that accepts them but still sees them as an outsider but it doesn't carry on to future episodes, there is no emotional journey to be had. Bad things happen to the Doctor, the Doctor does bad things, words are exchanged, apologies made, people are forgiven or forgotten, the episode ends, the next one begins.

The doctor does not necessarily need a big arc, they work pretty well as a static character, but it's so easy to do. 9 learnt to forgive themselves for the time war, to love themselves and realise that saving people doesn't have to mean killing others. Compare the gleeful, angry, mocking of the lone Dalek to explicitly choosing to be a coward if the alternative is genocide. By contrast 15 has left on the same point as they started.

So the doctor is static then, fine. What about everyone else. How do the companions fare? Is there an overarching storyline, connecting the disparate episodes?

Ruby Sunday is introduced wondering who her parents are, she is another mysterious girl (woman), like River and Clara. In the Christmas special the Doctor decides that it's not his business and she's better off not knowing. Then, when he changes his mind, his actions have made things too complicated and it's impossible to know who she is. But then we find out anyway. And it's fine, mystery solved, she was just a scared teenager (who was traipsing around in the snow, hours after giving birth, seriously, hire more women). They meet, get along, meet her dad, happy families all round. Ruby is happy, old mum is happy, new mum is happy, we never learn why she can make it snow, or why she remembers alternate timelines, it's fine, don't worry about it. Any conflict is short-lived or side stepped.

Then we get Belinda, in a (hopefully) shocking amount of oversight, RTD retreads Martha's storyline in a way that gives Martha her flowers by comparison. Two medical professionals, both women of colour, both overshadowed by the younger blonde women that came before them. After a pretty strong start Belinda gets passed over for another solo Ruby story (lucky day) and then does sweet F.A. in her last three episodes (interstellar song contest, wish world, and the reality war). At most she politely admonishes the Doctor's torture then quickly forgives him for it.

Then, depending on your interpretation, she is either revealed or rewritten to be someone we never really knew (a single mother, living almost a completely different life).

Moving on to the overarching storyline we get a bit of a damp squib. The pantheon are introduced then defeated by their built in kill switches in the same episode, with the exception of Sutekh in the two parter finale. Mrs Flood keeps showing up and is revealed to be the Rani, only to be defeated two episodes later. Rogue is introduced, sent to hell and who knows when, or if, they'll return.

But wait! There's more of the pantheon out there, Mrs Flood survived, Rogue can be saved (somehow), Susan and The Boss are apparently waiting for the Doctor to find them (same person?). But if these plot points ever come to fruition it will be without 15, Belinda is unlikely to come back now that she has a child, Ruby is free to return, but why bother (narratively she's done and out-of-universe Millie Gibson seems uninterested).

Gatwa's performance was memorable and a fun change of pace to previous Doctors, he was let down by unsatisfying arcs and a condensed runtime that he then had to share with Ruby and UNIT.

Billie Piper is not the next doctor (or at least not confirmed as such) it could be a war doctor situation, or a complete misdirect. Either way, the 15th doctor committed suicide and it's unlikely we'll see them again. When 10 knew they were dying we got a montage of them checking in on their former companions and saving their lives one last time (mileage may vary; I remain unimpressed with marrying off Martha and Micky and don't believe that Luke would ever forget to look both ways before crossing the road). 15 checks in on Belinda and Poppy, finds out she isn't/was never his daughter, gives a heartfelt if cryptic goodbye to someone we never really knew, hops in the TARDIS, waves goodbye to Joy (who also essentially committed suicide) then is replaced by RTD's favourite white woman who will not stop haunting the narrative/answering the phone when called, no matter how many exorcisms she gets.

RTD has gone one record saying that he is largely focused on attention grabbing scenes and plot points that will generate interest online; and this seems to be a feature of the current media landscape. But goddamnit could you not have tried harder? Could you not have done more? Could you not have rewritten the scripts now that Belinda was replacing Ruby? Could you not have done right by your poc characters to correct your previous mistakes? The casual racism was wrong then and so many people rightfully called it out only for RTD to double down 20 years later and make the first black doctor's run marred by disappointing writing.

[*Edit* something I forgot to mention is that these seasons had a much larger presence of previous doctors than others have. A charitable interpretation would be that this is RTD (and the other writers/producers) trying to hammer home that Gatwa is the doctor, just like everyone else was. However it can feel that 15 is not free to tell their own story. In previous seasons the doctor regenerates, spends an episode getting used to their new body and personality, and then carries on with the rest of the season arc. Sometimes previous companions or characters come back and comment on the change but normally multiple doctors are confined to specials.

The bigeneration into 14 and 15 is all about Tennant's return, Gates gets to be a starry eyed fan and then we forget about them till the Christmas special and the start of the next season. This shadowing works together with the retreading of familiar plot points and returning characters and places I mentioned earlier and can compound this feeling of 15 not being free in the same way the other doctor's have been. (Obviously all the Doctors are connected and this is definitely a mileage may vary situation). 15's departure then also features a previous doctor, this time 13, and a previous fan favourite, Billie Piper. The fact that they lampshade Tennant's frequent appearances does not change the fact that 15 got neither regeneration to themselves. Gatwa never really got the time to shine on their own in the same way the other actors did.]

[full-fandom-obsession]

You tell them you love them (by accident)

So this is for me restarting watching Supernatural with my boyfriend because he claimed that he can't watch 15 seasons of a series. He was so wrong, but here is the new piece. I'm finally on a break from uni, and I wanted to restart wringing. Hope you enjoy it. Love y'all

Link to Masterlist, in case you wanna check out more of my work. :)

Enjoy :)

Dean

How I love this man

You, Dean, and Sam were working on a case outside of a town. Bobby couldn't figure out what that thing was, and all of you were in the dark. All you could do was read and read and read. It has been one week, and still nothing has changed in the case.

Sam stood up from the chair and claimed that he needed a break and that he was going shopping. Dean was too focused to look at him and just asked Sam for some pie.

You put your book down and looked over at Dean, who had a pen between his teeth and another one behind his ear. A soft giggle left your lips as you found his very focused frown so amusing.

He finally looked up from the books that were laid all over the small motel table and looked at you with an even more confused look. You burst out laughing and said between laughters - "Gosh, how much I love you."

He still looked at you with a confused look but soon afterwards started giggling, too. After a few moments, he realised what you just said and dropped the pen - "You what??"

Sam

After you left Dean to talk with one of the witnesses, you and Sam went back to the motel to do your research on the case that you were facing.

You've known the boys for a few years now, but this was your first hunt with them. Being in the area, you just couldn't say no to helping them discover the mystery of this crime and the monster behind everything.

"Hey, I think I found something," said Sam from across the table, straightening his back. "Come check this out." His voice was soft and calm, and his forehead finally relaxed after hours of him frowning at the screen.

You stood up from your seat and walked behind where he was to glare at his laptop. There was a piece of mythology that you clearly overlooked. It was all there, connecting all the dots. Sam finally figured it out.

Before you knew what you were doing, you wrapped your hands around his shoulders and gave him a quick hug. "Oh my God, you figured it out! I love you so much! Good job, Sam."

As your words escaped your lips, you could feel him tens up. He cleared his throat and turned towards you with a puzzled look on his face.

Cas

It has been a few days since you were trying to figure out what was going on in that town. Cas asked you for help due to the fact that the Winchesters were on a separate hunt. You quickly said yes, partially from wanting to help those people, partially for being able to spend more time with him.

You've liked Cas for quite some time now - his awkward remarks, his funny comebacks, him still trying to figure out technology - you found it all very endearing.

Crowley

When you made your way towards the coven of witched who has been theorising the town, you couldn't help but feel a bit more safe since you were with your guardian angel. Unfortunately, the hunt didn't go as planned, the witched left long before you got there, and left behind some curses for you to discover. One of them was (funny enough) a truth spell that got you panicking so bad.

Before Cas could even help you calm down or heal you, you started blabbering about a lot of things. "... oh my God, Cas you need to stay away from me, I am being serious. We don't know what other hexes are there. And you can't know that I like you. You really can't know that. Plus there may be -" you pressed your hand against your lips to finally shut you up. Cas was so confused and looked at you with a big frown on his face, not really grasping what you just said.

You've been held hostige for a few days now by a group of vamps that were planning on slowly feeding on you. You've been praying to each and every diety that you knew, but no one answered. Finally, you decided to give in and call for Crowley, as your last resort.

"Crowley, if you hear me and if you can help me, get your ass here. I don't know how much longer I can hold on."

You never really trust Crowley, but the last few times that you were forced to work with him, made you realise that maybe he isn't that bad. As time went on, you started fencing him more and more, but you still didn't want to make any deals with deamons.

Tilting your head back you took another deep breath, trying to think of who else to call in for help.

"Just as useless as always, Crowley." You said to yourself. "I can't believe that I like you... The only time I need you, you-"

A loud noise

"Hello, darling. I what?

Hi! :) hope you enjoyed it. I am still a bit rusty - it's been a few years since I wrote sth, but I'm trying to do it ✊️🙂‍↕️

Again, the inbox is open (as always) so feel free to request anything you would like me to write about. Ly! Stay safe! ❤️

[possamble]

Needlessly close reading and long commentary on chapter 57 and how the audience actually has an extremely limited view on what Marcille has been like over the course of her life.

I am once again thinking about how pre-dungeon Marcille is so quiet and stoic that she seems like a completely different person. How jarring chapter 57 is for the audience. Like you have Marcille, who has been just the most blindingly expressive person with resting baby face

And then the chapter drops a title page of Marcille hearing from Falin for the first time in four years and it's like.

Who is that. Genuinely. Would you even realize that's Marcille without the context clues?

And then the chapter just keeps coming in with the sucker punches.

We have SEEN Marcille meet strangers. It was never with this understated of a smile.

literally who the hell is this. the few times the audience gets to see some Signature Marcille Faces that they're used to is when she finally gets to see Falin again

when she's testing out her new spells

(and when Laios and Falin are fantasizing about her being their damsel in distress, funnily enough)

And then finally. Finally you get to a fully recognizable Marcille when she fucking DIES and comes back to life to geek out about necromancy.

We know she loves magic. We know she loves Falin. So it's not so surprising that she wouldn't be able to keep a mask up when thinking or talking about the things she loves. But why the mask in the first place? Where does it come from? It's tempting to think that, maybe, Falin's departure just hurt her so much that it turned her into a quiet person.

But that's only half true. If you go back, the first instance you see of this incredibly mild personality is actually introduced much earlier, in chapter 17.

What if she was always like that. What if her default after her father died was to hold people at arm's length, to never really emote past being polite and friendly. What if Falin was the first person who was able to bring her out of her shell, and when she left, Marcille just went back to how she was.

And when comparing her detached demeanour with someone else...

It's not exact, but wouldn't you say there's a resemblance? Wouldn't you think she might be trying her best to imitate what she saw of her own mother working as an accomplished mage?

It would certainly explain why she's hiding behind her portrait in her nightmare, at least.

We aren't told that Marcille has been distancing herself from everyone around her using a mature and dignified personality she modelled off her mother. But we sure as hell are shown it, I think.

[amandabe11man]

so me and my friend are onto season 4 of X-files now and we got to the csm-centric episode, right. and when he put the sniper rifle up from the window at the start I was like "whoa there. jfk assassination much?"-- and then the flashback starts and wouldn't you fucking know it, csm was the one who killed jfk??

this made me joke about how "what is he, the dark version of forrest gump or something? lmao" (ie. being present at a bunch of historical happenings), and then it seems like I was right because after that, he killed martin luther king too... aND TH E N towards the end, they make a fuckin forrest gump reference???

guys I think I'm finally becoming psychic

[fozmeadows]

the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?

[hkthatgffan]

The image used in the background of the Gravity Falls logo HAS BEEN FOUND!!

It's located in France!!

I made a thread on Twitter explaining the full story and how I even asked Ian Worrel and Alex Hirsch about it, but lemme run down quickly how it was found and where it is!

After 3 years of searching with some friends on and off, we had no real luck. I've been working on a video about it for a while but decided to try one more time. My friend @trickengf suggested looking at international logos as they may have more of the image available and sure enough...we found logos like the Japanese and Russian GF logo had more visible detail of the image.

From that, Tricken made a remake of the image and used it to find it. He ended up finding the source at about 3AM for me, lol!

My friend Fried Oreos then confirmed the image was old enough to fit the criteria of pre GF pilot, by determining the image was on the Textures website it was sourced from since 2008!

Then, my friend Alex M managed to buy the HD image and we were able to analyze its metadata for more info!

Turns out, the image, called "LandscapeMountains0009," was taken by a Nikon D70 camera on April 18, 2007!

THE GRAVITY FALLS LOGO IMAGE IS ALMOST 18 YEARS OLD!!

From there, we began looking for the location. The meta data had no location, but other images taken around the same time showed signs of maybe the location being in Europe.

After over a day of searching, Tricken, Alex M and Oreos FOUND IT!!

The location of the image is a mountain range near the town of Sers, France...near the border with Spain.

Exact coordinates of the closest viewable angle of the image is 42°54'23.2"N 0°06'05.6"E

This is a major discovery and one I cannot believe we did. While this search was started by me in 2021 with some friends, it was TrickenGF, Alex M and Fried Oreos who deserve all the credit for this discovery! They were the geniuses who tracked all of this down and were able to connect the dots to get to this point.

You guys are amazing and I am beyond grateful for all of this.

Finding this image means that fans can now recreate the Gravity Falls logo as they want with anything they want. For example, Tricken made this for me using the image :D

Or, you can do this, lol

We now have it!

For 12 years as we looked at the Gravity Falls logo...we were in reality looking at a mountain in France...NOT Oregon!

So, I guess this is a major W for France but sorry, Pacific Northwest, Gravity Falls is actually French, lol!

I still can't believe we found this. I'm so happy :P

[luna-azzurra]

Soul-Level Secrets Your Character Is Carrying (And Hiding Like Their Life Depends on It)

These are the kind of secrets, that keep your character up at night. The kind that twist their decisions, poison their relationships, and build a wall between who they are and who they pretend to be.

» They think they ruined someone’s life, and no one knows.

It wasn’t murder. It wasn’t obvious. But maybe they said the wrong thing. Maybe they didn’t show up when it mattered. Maybe they walked away and something irreversible happened. No one connects the dots. But they do. Every day.

They smile like everything’s fine. They help people. But underneath? They’re trying to atone for something they never confessed.

» They don’t believe they’re capable of being truly loved.

They might flirt. They might date. They might even say “I love you” like it’s nothing. But they don’t believe it when it’s said back. They think people are just being kind. Or delusional. Or lying. It doesn’t matter how good they are—it never feels like enough. So they self-sabotage. Quietly. Strategically. Like clockwork.

» They’re living a life that’s not theirs.

Maybe they took someone’s spot, figuratively or literally. Maybe they’re fulfilling someone else’s dream, wearing someone else’s name, carrying someone else’s story. They were supposed to say no. Walk away. Be honest. But now it’s too late. Too deep. Too tangled. So they pretend this version of their life is real. Even when it doesn’t feel like it.

» They’ve buried a part of their identity because it was safer.

Their queerness. Their culture. Their belief system. Their softness. Their rage. At some point, they decided—this part of me makes people leave. So they buried it. Cut it off. And now they move through life like a shadow of who they were supposed to be. They blend. They perform. But deep down, something sacred is starving.

» They still love the person they say they hate.

They’ll deny it. They’ll joke. They’ll talk sh*t with a smile. But the truth? They never really let go. And they never will. It’s in the way their voice shakes. The way they remember the smallest detail. The way they get weirdly quiet when that person’s name comes up. Love laced with bitterness is still love. That’s what makes it so hard.

» They’ve hurt someone on purpose—and never apologized.

It was calculated. Or maybe impulsive. But they knew what they were doing. And they did it anyway. Now they pretend it didn’t matter. They laugh it off. “We all make mistakes,” right? But in the quiet moments, it haunts them. They remember the look in that person’s eyes. They remember the moment they chose cruelty. And they hate themselves for it.

» They think they’re a bad person deep down.

They might be kind. Loyal. Brave. But they’re convinced it’s a performance. A mask. That underneath all the good, they’re something rotten. Unforgivable. Wrong. So they wait. For the slip-up. For the fallout. For someone to finally say it out loud: “I knew you were never really good.”

» They’re still shaped by something they pretend didn’t happen.

That thing? The trauma? The grief? The shame? They’ve never talked about it. Maybe they’ve blocked it out. Maybe they minimize it. But it’s everywhere—in the way they react to conflict, touch, silence, love. They don’t think it matters anymore. But it does. It always has.

» They dream of leaving. But never will.

Every day, they imagine packing a bag. Burning it all down. Starting over. But they stay. Because of guilt. Obligation. Fear. They smile while doing the right thing. But in the back of their mind, they’re screaming. They’ve built a prison out of choices that looked noble on paper.

» They’ve built a whole personality around keeping people from seeing who they really are.

The loud one. The chill one. The one who always makes the plans or always fixes the mess or always has a snarky comeback. It’s not fake. But it’s not all there is. They’ve decided that the real them? The soft, scared, selfish, angry, insecure them? Can’t be loved. So they keep the performance airtight. But some part of them still hopes someone will see through it anyway.

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)

pairing: chan x afab!reader

genre: angst, smut

wc: 1.9k

synopsis: you call your best friend in the middle of the night, seeking comfort in his presence and it takes an unexpected turn.

warnings: swearing, depression, semi-public, unprotected sex, creampie, mildly proofread

a/n: i love deftones with a burning passion

masterlist

You couldn't take it anymore.

Sitting alone in your apartment as you stared out the window and into the night, watching life pass you by. While you just stood in place. The same old routine over and over again, your body was moving on autopilot at this point. It seemed as if everyone around you was getting everything they wanted. A dream job, a perfect partner, whatever their little heart desired; while you were stuck with nothing.

Your hands were always left empty just like your soul.

And the emptiness kept growing every day until your tears had dried. There was no point in crying anyways, it never brought any solution to your problems, it only gave you headaches and bloodshot eyes. Your hand reached out for your phone hesitantly, shakily.

You knew he was awake because you knew your best friend like the back of your hand. So, you called him up. And he knew just what you needed without you having to explain it. He could read it in the tone of your voice and even though it made his heart clench in pain when he saw you like this, totally and utterly defeated; he still craved to be next to you. At least as a distraction.

That's how you ended up in the passenger seat of his car somewhere around 1:30am, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, your face bare and tired. And still he gave you a dazzling smile as if he was looking at the sun, not the dark cloud filled with rain that you felt like right now.

"You wanna put your playlist on?" Chan asked and you nodded, the familiar comforting tones of Deftones' Sextape flooding through the speakers of his car made you slump into the seat instantly.

Chan didn't ask, he never did, he always waited for you to start talking about it by yourself, he knew you needed some time to collect your thoughts before pouring your soul out to him. So, he just started driving into the dark night.

You stared out the window, everything seemed to pass by so quickly the more he sped up, the lights of the city becoming a river of blurriness as you pressed your forehead against the cold glass, your warm breath creating a little cloud on it.

You hugged yourself and closed your eyes tightly. You were transported to another place, a place where you weren't lonely and disappointed. A place where you weren't a let down. A place where you felt like you actually belonged, so far away from all of it. All the smiles of people who suddenly stopped talking to you just because they found someone better, someone more interesting to share their time with. They all started fading away into the darkness of the night sky.

Chan drove and drove, your playlist was almost finished by then, meaning you had spent an hour just driving around mindlessly together. He parked in a spot you always ended up at, high up above the city where you could see every building, every road and every tree.

Silence replaced the last song of the playlist before both of you got out wordlessly. You took a deep breath of the fresh night air and walked over to the little wall that was built there for safety reasons. Chan followed you after stretching his arms and legs and you let out a deep sigh.

Both of you stared at the stars quietly, your eyes connecting the little shining dots into various shapes before they found Chan's.

He gave you a small smile and you couldn't help but return it even if it didn't quite reach your eyes.

"My intrusive thoughts are telling me to throw my phone over the wall or some shit like that." you said suddenly and Chan let out a short laugh.

"Please don't do that." he shook his head. "I really don't wanna have to go climbing down there to get it."

"I'm not that crazy."

"Debatable." he teased you and you punched his arm, making him laugh.

The two of you went quiet again before you felt the nagging sadness washing over you again.

"I wish I could fucking disappear sometimes. Or just run away from here, somewhere far away." you said as you stared at the city in front of you.

"You'd be running from yourself then. That's kind of impossible."

"Don't go all psychological on me." you rolled your eyes playfully and Chan sighed with a smile on his face. "You know what. I don't wanna talk about it at all. Sometimes I don't even know why I even feel like this. Sometimes I'm just... not me."

"It's okay, Y/n. You don't have to always have a reason for feeling down, sometimes it just is what it is." Chan said, standing closer to you.

"I know." you said quietly, suddenly feeling bad that you made him come here in the middle of the night and you couldn't even give him a proper reason for it.

But, Chan didn't mind. In fact, he loved that he was the first person you'd reach out to when you get like this, it meant he was your comfort. And you had no idea that despite millions of stars shining in the sky, your best friend still found himself drawn to the sparkle of your eyes.

His fingers twitched by his side; how many more nights of this could he take? How many more times will you hurt yourself until you finally learn just how much you're worth?

He had no idea what the hell washed over him but something snapped deep inside his soul when you looked up at him as if you were searching for an answer inside his eyes. He reached out and cupped your face, the last thing he saw before closing the distance between you was your eyes widening and then fluttering shut.

You also had no idea what came over you but as soon as Chan's lips touched yours it was like in those cliche romantic movies, the feeling like everything clicked and fell into place. It wasn't fireworks exploding as they always describe it but it was definitely a fire burning deep inside you. The spark was always there and you just needed one push to finally ignite it.

Your hands clutched onto his shirt as you pulled him closer and his hand splayed on the back of your neck as he tilted your head and pushed his tongue into your awaiting mouth. Everything was spinning around you, and you were enveloped in Chan's warmth and his familiar smell.

Your brain melted and you couldn't think about consequences as he gripped your hair and swirled his tongue around yours. You couldn't form one coherent thought as he backed you up against the car, pressing his body against yours, making you feel wanted, warm, protected. You grabbed at his shoulders as his hands landed on your waist, then slid down to your hips, gripping you as if to ground himself. His lips never left yours not until you needed to breathe desperately.

You gasped for air and Chan opened the back door, a darkness in his eyes that you've never seen before but it made you shiver, tingles running up your spine.

"Get in the back." he said, softly but firmly and you got in, grabbing his hand and pulling him with you. As soon as he sat down and closed the door you were pulled into his lap and you pressed yourself against him. Neither of you said anything, your bodies melted together as your hands roamed on each other, lips dancing together again.

"Chan... please." you said, you had no idea what you were asking for, you only knew that you needed him to completely cover you and to erase everything with his touches and kisses.

Chan was everywhere, his lips and teeth on your neck, hands on your thighs, your hips, your ass, your back. He was mapping you out, making you his, making you feel everything you always craved for.

"Fuck! I can't take it." you don't remember the last time someone touched you like he did, kissed you like he did and you started grinding on him, even through layers of clothing you could feel how hot and hard he was and you were getting desperate.

Desperate to erase all the thoughts plaguing your tired mind.

Clothes were pulled off, albeit clumsily in the small space of the back of his car and Chan didn't even have time to admire you and worship you like he always wanted, you were already grabbing his length and lining yourself up.

"Wait, wait!" he stopped you and you looked at him, your heart beating hard against your chest.

"Are you sure?" he asked. You knew there was no going back or backing out of this right now.

"Yes." you said and sank down on him, whimpering at the stretch. Chan let out a low grunt as his hands gripped your hips, his middle lifting up automatically into you.

"God, you're so tight." he groaned and looked at you and you whimpered, your entire body shivering.

There was a thought in the back of your mind, a realization that you were fucking your best friend and that nothing will be the same after this but you ignored it and started moving on top of him. Chan guided you, holding your waist and helping you fuck yourself on him as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and fell forward into him, your breasts pressing into his chest.

"That's it baby... Fuck, just like that." Chan groaned and couldn't help it as his hips lifted up to meet yours. You clenched around him involuntarily when he spoke like that, his voice soft and familiar in your ear.

Nothing existed in that moment except him, his hands on your skin, his lips on your neck, his low moans in your ear and his length buried deep inside you. The car windows fogged up from the warmth your bodies created and all your worries melted into a puddle somewhere in the back of your mind. It doesn't matter, that was the only phrase bouncing around in your brain as Chan gripped your hips with a bruising hold, fucking up harder into you and bringing you back to the present moment.

You almost didn't realize you were making such loud sounds until you became aware of yourself, your body as it tensed up, close to the edge you so desperately wanted to fall off of.

"Fuck, Y/n!" Chan moaned your name, like a prayer spilling from his lips and you were pushed off the cliff as you exploded around him, your entire body shaking and your ears ringing.

As you clenched around him, Chan lost it, drowning in your warmth, your scent, your hands, your body slick with sweat and he pushed you down on him, burying himself so deep inside as he came, moaning your name over and over again.

You slumped against him, the warmth of his seed filling you up completely erased any thought left in your brain. Chan didn't say anything, afraid to break the fragile moment and have you try to run away from him. He held onto you, his embrace warm and familiar as you clung onto him, your face buried in his neck and your hearts beating together rhythmically.

You didn't want to think about what this meant or what tomorrow could bring.

But Chan's warm hand found yours and you thought that maybe, just maybe, life can be bearable if he was there with you and this time you wouldn't be left empty.

@moonchild9350 @janepg @velvetmoonlght @hwanghyunjinismybae @jehhskz @porangporangmeong @laylasbunbunny @laughatdanger @jeonginslefthand @sapphirewaves @s3ungm1nxxl0ve @painterhyunjin @moon-ttokki-x @saintcosette @ooshyana @frehyun @scarlet789 @skzdust @schniti-is-in-the-house @hwangjoanna @sona1800 @channiesrightasscheek @justwonder113 @yvettemint @inaribu00 @httpdwaekki @possum-playground @ria-april @yn-x-them @mariahxrrera @0omillo0 @halfwinterhalfuniverse @cooldeermagazine @delulkpopstan143 @todorokiskitten @compersian @azxulskz @stayp1eceposts @minniesverse @skzdreamer13 @0325ale @j-ji-jia @shannthewriter @mhluvie @my-neurodivergent-world @hyyunjinnn @spookybuttsstuff-blog @pancake-freckle @felixsbrowniesarmystayengene @minhooofr @hyunjincanraptoo @yaorzu-blog @ari-hwanggg @linofthelace @hyunjinlosthisamericano @the2000girlani @hhjlvr @beabidoobee @psychicdreamers

the playlist i love sm:

[bernardsbendystraws]

{ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 } 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 (𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭'𝐬)…

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 . . . SMUT & FLUFF - jizz chaos. { Doll x Chris x Matt }. Dividers by me. No copying. Tag if you use as inspo.

“Fuckkkkk,” Chris seethes, the feeling of your warm mouth sloppily sucking his cock giving him immense pleasure. Getting closer, his hips subconsciously buck into your mouth, causing you to gag around him. “-sorry, sorry, didn’t - aw fuck, baby. You’re - you’re gonna make me cum - shit!” he spits, his lower stomach tensing as he stills himself deep in your throat, starting to pull back as warm cum spurts from his tip. 

The sight of him looking so consumed by sensations is hypnotizing, but it’s not enough to distract from the awful taste piling into your mouth. Pulling out, Chris pets his thumb over your cheek, trying to catch his breath. He notices the disgusted look on your face, holding out his hand, “-just spit.” 

You don’t waste a second before letting the semen drip from your lips and down into his palm. The reminicant taste makes you shiver in disgust, you try to regain your composure as Chris runs to the bathroom, washing it down the sink before rushing back. 

“Jesus fuck, Chris - when the last time you had something other than Pepsi?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from the horrid flavor in your mouth. 

“-’m sorry, I’ll try better,” he laughs, rubbing on your shoulder as he reaches for the water bottle on his nightstand to hand to you. 

__________

It’s been two days since that incident. Chris was genuinely trying, drinking more water. Matt still didn’t know about the occurrence - well, until now. Chris was walking towards the fridge, going to grab a Pepsi. He came back with two - both for himself. You’re all three sitting on the couch. Matt is drinking one of his juices. 

“Why don’t you drink juice?” you direct, looking over at Chris. He looks down at the Pepsi he was about to open, staring at it sadly before getting up and walking to the fridge, pulling out an apple juice. 

As he walks back, Matt is confused. “Why are you drinking my apple juice? I don’t have that many left-” 

“Shut up, Matt.” Chris’s bitter statement only confuses him more. He starts to drink the sweet liquid, staring at the soda on the table as if it will make the juice taste carbonated. It doesn’t. “Pepsi is way better than this shit,” he whispers under his breath. 

You turn to look at him, bitter at that god-awful taste of his cum still haunting you. “Well, either drink that or you’re not cumming in my mouth any time soon. I’ve never had to spit out Matt’s cum, just saying,” you retort. 

Just like that, the dots all connect for Matt. The annoyance he felt is shoved away by laughter, boneless giggles falling from his lips as he holds onto his gut. He remembers Chris mocking him for drinking so much apple juice, taking matters into his own hands as he lets out a sour remark, “How ya like my ‘sweet juice’ now?” 

[wormspoodle]

okay. au thing (?) i needed to get out of my head (its been sitting there for 2 months) its pretty half baked so bear with me

more context/ drawings under the cut:

im not sure if this has been done before, im pretty out of it fandom wise,, but!! this takes place during "Time Traveler's Pig" (s1 ep9)

the idea is that, while fighting over the time tape, dipper and mabel end up running into krampus and henceforth get taken by the krampus and the time tape gets dropped/ left behind in the process (classic)

ford hears the ruckus ofc and goes to investigate like he does in tbob j3 pages and also gets taken by krampus,, dipper and mabel see him and assume it must be a young stan or something bc at this point in the show they don't know anything!

they've never met bill, they only really know/remember mcgucket from the gobblewonker, and they don't know stan has a brother

so they just assume life was hard on stan and he looks different because he's younger (something still feels off to them ofc)

anyway story proceeds how it does in canon, ford is arguing at the krampus while dipper and mabel remember that they dropped the time tape and are also trying to plot a way out, mcgucket shows up and saves the day, and because dipper and mabel don't really know where to go from here, they decide to see if that guy is stan (which he is but not the one they're thinking of)

they all make their way back to the lab/shack for the time being, dipper and mabel find the time tape on the way back and it's damaged (another classic) so ford and mcgucket will have to fix it ofc

some conversations are exchanged, information is gleaned, dipper and mabel watch tv to pass the time and end up seeing on of stan's commercials on the tv and the dots start to slowly connect that something is going on here

those are the more. fleshed out concepts, everything else is pretty vague and undecided but ill also probably never revisit this

some more details/thoughts:

- ford is wearing no winter clothes bc im assuming when he grabbed the lantern to investigate the foot prints, he didn't think much and just threw on his boots or something, which is why he has to take refuge in that cave to stave off frostbite

- dipper and mabel don't connect that old man mcgucket is fiddleford mcgucket bc i don't think they a) think about mcgucket that much to make that connection at this point and b) assume he's just related and not the same person given how old old man mcgucket looks

-dipper does have the journal on him but he's keeping it hidden ofc just in case,, after they find out about stan he'd find out ford is the author probably but i don't want him figuring it out beforehand bc it would complicate things (i also don't think hed show ford his journal bc of. time/ space continuum reasons

- maybe bill will show up or something i dunno. dipper and mabel are armed with the j3 that knows bill is dangerous but they've also never met bill

- idk if they'll find out about the portal, idk if mabel will try and bring stan and ford together, idk what happens,, maybe the time police catch them before they do anything,, shrugging my shoulders

-this au doesn't really have a point i just wanted to draw it bc its fun for me to think about the implications !!

[pellucid-constellations]

Knowing You

Azriel was intimidating, scary—a menacing presence in almost every setting. But not to you. Never to you.

Tattoo Artist!Azriel x Elementary School Teacher!Reader (1k words, modern au)

~~

“Why’s your boyfriend all…pissed off?” 

“Huh?” You spun your head around, finding Azriel towering over everyone else in the room, a scowl seemingly permanent on his face. His eyes narrowed from time to time, taking in the crowd and its unwillingness to calm. He remained plastered to the back wall. 

“Oh,” you laughed, turning back to your friend with your fingertips drumming against your jaw. “He’s not pissed. That’s just his face.” 

Your friend’s brows jumped up to her hairline. “He always looks like that?” 

“He doesn’t look that angry.”

“Absolutely no one is approaching him. This is a party. He looks about ready to pummel that tiny guy next to him.” 

“He’s just a little intimidating,” you reasoned. “And—hey, look!” you pointed over your shoulder. “He smiled a little, see?” 

She scoffed, sipping her beer. “I don’t get it. You’re all… well, you. And he’s all dark and mysterious and—honestly kinda scary.” 

You chewed on your bottom lip and turned further to inspect the man you had been in a relationship with for the better half a year. Was he scary? You certainly didn’t think so. Maybe a little at first. Maybe when you walked into that tattoo shop with your friend and his dark gaze almost burned a hole in your head. But not now. Never now. 

“You don’t really get him, that’s all.”

“And you do? He’s got a whole thing going on that you shouldn’t be tied up in,” your friend urged, but this was hardly the time for long, important conversations. You were tipsy and the music was too loud and, to be honest, you’d heard it all before already. Nothing was going to change your mind about Azriel. 

“Are you even listening, y/n? You’re polar opposites. And you said that he smiles but I have still yet to see one since—oh.” 

Azriel spotted you then—his goal from the moment he walked into this overly crowded house. He hadn’t been pissed. He’d been looking for you. 

And it was clear that he spotted you, because the second he did a wide grin split up his perfect face. It simmered a bit when he realized your friend was observing the scene, but a quirk of his mouth still remained. He started his path to you then, weaving in and out of the inebriated crowd. 

He touched you the moment he could, his hand meeting the small of your back as you sat on the creaky kitchen stool. His lips pressed against your temple and a murmured greeting was lost in your hair. He was lost in the bubble he created each time he had you in his grasp, your bright eyes and adoring smile rendering him unmoveable, but then your friend subtly cleared her throat and Azriel looked away. 

“Hello, Amber,” Azriel greeted, keeping your body slotted into the crook of his arm. “Having fun?” 

She blinked at him. He really was intimidating, especially up close. Even with the heightened bar stools, he was a good head over where the two of you sat. 

“Um, yes, thank you.” 

“And the summer break?” he questioned. He had started to rub circles into your spine. 

Amber stuttered again, thoughts lost in her head before replying, “It was good. I’m sorry—how do you know my name?” 

“Y/n’s mentioned you. I’ve seen your Instagram, too. Connected the dots.” 

“Right,” Amber nodded, her eyes trailing down the vast array of tattoos that wound up from the neck of Azriel’s shirt. 

Azriel then looked back down to you. His voice was low, almost too low for the pounding music, but he made up for that by pressing up closer to you. “Are you ready to go, sweetheart?” 

You giggled at the feel of his breath at your ear, pushing him away slightly in a haze. He only shook his head and smiled at the space you’d created. 

“Trying to flirt with me in public? Azriel, you are scandalous.” 

He only breathed out a laugh, gaze bouncing between your glossy eyes. Once you stopped giggling enough to meet his stare, his expression softened. “You told me to pick you up at eleven. You have a lesson plan, pretty girl.”

You gasped, slapping a hand against Azriel's chest that didn’t even have him flinching. You whipped your head over to Amber—who was staring at the two of you in confused amusement —and hurriedly offered, “I have to go! Third grade!” 

In his efforts to capture your attention, Azriel had woven both of his arms around you to meet at your lower back, a hold that you now shot out of. You wobbled as you pressed out of the stool and grabbed Azriel’s leather sleeve. An unnecessary gesture; anyone at this party could see that the man would follow you anywhere. 

“I didn’t prep the multiplication tables,” you rambled, words slurring together. 

“You did. I helped you with the formatting on the iPad.” 

“I let you touch my iPad?” you gasped. 

“No, sweetheart. It was mine.” 

“Your work one?” 

Azriel only continued to guide you out of the party, you none the wiser to the dirty looks he was shooting everyone too drunk to get out of the way. 

“Let’s get back to your apartment, okay? Then we can deal with the iPad.” 

You giggled, springing off the threshold to the front door and giving Azriel a heart attack. “Okay!” 

[beloveds-embrace]

AND ALSO POLY!141

joking around and calling them your brothers and they go deathly silent because what do you mean tou don’t see them romantically? doesn’t matter if they’re already involved with each other they want you to be just as involved too.

also this is toxic but threatening your various dates, stalking them and taking them out (not in the romantic way) so they have an excuse to hold you close. you get comforted, and they get to embrace your warmth #win-win

Friendzoned? Nah, it’s bro-zoned now 😭

The one good thing about grueling and long missions- were the post-missions.

Without fail, each time, you’d be invited to their house where Price would grill up something delicious and juicy on the barbecue, and everyone would be able to unwind. You enjoyed that time, spending it and relaxing with them.

The dynamic you all shared was easy, comfortable, and fun- at least for you.

You rolled your eyes and tossed a fry at Johnny, who caught it in his mouth with a proud grin and wagged his eyebrows, daring you to try again. “You’re like an annoying big brother, you know that?” you huffed at last, a matching grin on your face.

Johnny froze mid-chew, but you didn’t notice, too busy thinking. “Actually… all of you are like annoying big brothers, now that I think about it.”

You chuckles at your own thought, grabbing another fry from your plate and popping it into your mouth without once realizing the shift in the atmosphere. You didn’t catch the way Soap’s grin had vanished completely or how Price’s hand tightened around the armrest of his chair. Gaz’s usual easy smile was gone, replaced with a cold, unreadable expression, and Ghost… well, Ghost’s dark stare had become a touch more menacing.

The silence hung heavy, but you were blissfully unaware, waving your hand dismissively when no one responded. Your focus was on your phone, scrolling through your social medias. “What? You all went quiet on me.”

Soap cleared his throat, but it came out strained, his voice low. “Brother, huh?”

You hummed absently. “Yeah, you know- family. You guys are my family. Like brothers, watching each other’s backs and all that.”

Price exhaled slowly, sitting back in his chair and running a hand over his beard. “Family.” He repeated, almost under his breath, his voice calm but tight.

Gaz tapped his fingers against the table once, then twice, before stopping abruptly. “Is that all we are to you?” he asked casually enough, though his tone carried an edge you didn’t catch.

“Of course,” you replied with a shrug, not bothering to look up from your food and phone. “I mean, it’d be weird to think of you any other way. You’re my team, my brothers-in-arms.”

You missed the way Ghost’s hands curled into fists on the table, his knuckles white, or the way Soap’s jaw clenched, demeanor replaced with something far darker. Price exchanged a look with Gaz, silent communication passing between them while you obliviously chewed on your steak, still oblivious to the storm brewing around you.

If you’d glanced up, even for a second, you might’ve noticed the way their gazes lingered on you- too intense, too sharp. But you didn’t. And they weren’t about to correct you.

Not yet, anyways.

The first time it happened, you didn’t connect the dots.

Your date, some charming guy you met at a café off base, canceled on you last minute, claiming he “didn’t feel safe” after someone left a threatening note on his car windshield. You shrugged it off as a weird coincidence- maybe it was the universe looking out for you, even. You didn’t want to be dragged into whatever that guy was stuck in.

The second time, a woman from the gym you’d been chatting with stopped replying to your texts entirely after she mentioned being followed home one night. You’d honestly tried to call and check on her, but she just… blocked you. Weird.

By the third time, when a guy you’d met on a dating app ghosted you entirely after his apartment was mysteriously broken into, you started to suspect something was up.

You mentioned it offhandedly to the team one evening, voice tinged with frustration. “I don’t know what’s going on, but every time I try to date someone, something weird happens. It’s like the universe doesn’t want me to find someone!”

Soap hummed, a little too casually, but you simply discarded that thought. “Maybe the universe knows what’s best for you, bonnie.”

Gaz leaned back in his chair, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Or maybe these people weren’t good enough for you anyway.”

“You’ve got us to look after you. Don’t need anyone else mucking things up.” Even Price added in his own two cents, making you pause.

You laughed, thinking they were joking, but Ghost’s silence was unsettling- actually, none of them were laughing. He just stared at you, his eyes glinting in a way that made your stomach twist. But that was normal for your L.T… even if it’s been quite a long while since he’s made you feel like that.

The fourth time, it wasn’t just a weird incident. It was a full-on assault.

You were on another date- though even you had to admit this one was just… not going well. He was too dismissive, too loud, and the first thing he’d said before you even sat down was that you’d split the bill, and then he made a comment about you eating too much.

You’d sent a simple text to the team groupchat, telling them you really weren’t enjoying this one, and they’d left you on read. Bastards.

But then you date had been walking you to your car when someone stepped out of the shadows- a big, familiar hulking figure in a balaclava. Your date didn’t even have time to react before they were on the ground, unconscious.

“Come on,” Simon said, gently but firmly clasping his hand around yours. You were too shocked to even say anything- what the fuck? “Let’s get you home.”

You didn’t argue. Your heart was pounding too hard, and Simon took advantage of that to guide you to his car.

“Simon-“

“No.”

And thus the silence continued.

When you got back to their house, the others were waiting for you. Price immediately pulled you into a hug before you could demand answers, his hands firm but gentle on your lower back. “You’re safe now.” He murmured, as if soothing an angry kitten lashing out at him from fear. Despite your confusion and the flurry of emotions swirling in your chest, the tension in your body began to melt anyways, always so trusting of your Captain.

Gaz’s hand brushed against yours as he handed you a steaming cup of tea immediately once Price let go of you. His smile was kind, but his eyes seemed… off. Too sharp. “Drink this, yeah? It’ll help.” He said, his fingers lingering a second too long before retreating.

Before you could question the strange atmosphere, Soap tugged you down to sit beside him on the couch. His arm draped around your shoulders, pulling you close as though you were on the verge of breaking. “You’ll be alright,” he murmured, tone light yet firm. “We’ve got you.”

Simon remained silent, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed. His presence loomed heavy in the room, his gaze never straying from you. It wasn’t comforting exactly- more like being caught in the sights of a predator lying in wait. Is this what the enemy soldiers thought and felt? You pitied them- but more than that you pitied yourself.

Your hands tightened around the warm mug, your confusion bubbling up like a shaken-up fizzy drink. “Okay, what the hell is going on?” You glanced between them, searching for answers. “Simon knocked out my date! What if he presses charges? And what’s with all this- this hovering?”

“Hovering?” Soap echoed, his arm tightening ever so slightly. “We’re making sure you’re alright, bonnie. That’s all. You said your date wasn’t good, no?”

Price leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke calmly, like he was explaining something obvious to a stubborn recruit. “That man wasn’t worth your time. None of your dates have been. They can’t protect you- not the way we can.”

“What are you even talking about?” you demanded, finally pulling away from Soap’s hold. Yet the feeling of being a bleeding sheep surrounded by wolves didn’t abate. “You’ve been acting so weird lately- ever since I mentioned dating. If there’s something you’re not telling me, just spit it out!”

Gaz sighed, his tone carrying a note of exasperation as he leaned against the couch. “We’re trying to keep you safe, love. Every time you step out with someone, you’re putting yourself at risk. You don’t know these people like we do.”

Your stomach churned. “What do you mean-?”

Gaz chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it, and you did not laugh. “Do you think we’d let you go out with someone without knowing everything about them first? Their names, their jobs, their pasts…” His voice dropped, a edge bleeding into his words. “How to get rid of them.”

Your blood ran cold, and you stared between them. They were dead serious, you realized. “That’s… You’re joking, right? Tell me you’re joking.”

No one answered.

Simon pushed off the wall, his massive frame closing the distance between you in just a few steps. He crouched down in front of you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. You were essentially boxed in from all sides. “We’re not joking. You don’t need anyone else. You’ve got us.”

“…This isn’t normal.” You whispered, your voice shaky as you tried to process what you were hearing. “This- I don’t-“

“It is normal,” Price’s voice was steady and calm, eyes dark. “For us. For the people who care about you most.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as the implications of their words sank in. They weren’t just being overprotective or overbearing. They were sabotaging your dates, controlling who could get close to you, and now- God, had they hurt people? How many had they hurt? All those people- you-

Your hands trembled, though you braved on even if bravery was the last thing you felt. “You can’t just decide this for me. I’m not some possession you can keep to yourselves.”

“We’re not keeping you from anything you need,” Gaz spoke so softly, you could trick yourself into believing he was saying you could leave and this was all just a mean prank. “We’re protecting you from what you don’t.”

“You should be thanking us,” Proce sighed, pulling out a cigar to smoke. Yet his eyes did not leave you even once, not even for a single second. “We’re the reason you’ve been safe so far.”

Simon’s gloved hands rested on your knees, pinning you down to the couch. “We’ll take care of you,” he said, his voice low and almost soothing. “Always.”

You wanted to argue, to push them away, but the realization- the full weight of what they had done hit you like a freight train. You stood abruptly, pushing past Simon and cutting through the tense silence in the room. Their eyes followed your every move, like predators watching prey.

“I can’t… I can’t do this,” you stammered, stepping back toward the door. “This isn’t normal. None of this is normal. You can’t just- control my life like this!”

“Sit down, love.” Price said, his voice calm, but the edge in it was unmistakable.

“No, no,” you shot back, shaking your head as you took another step toward the door. “I’m leaving. I need some space. This- this is insane.”

Gaz rose from his chair, moving to block your path to the exit. His expression was so deceptively soft, but his stance was firm, unyielding. “You’re not thinking clearly, love.” He said, low. “Just sit down. We’ll talk it through.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you snapped, your voice rising with panic. “You’ve been stalking me- sabotaging my life! That’s not protection. That’s obsession!”

Soap stood then, and his expression made you flinch. He stepped closer, effectively boxing you in again as he joined Gaz. “We’re not letting you walk out that door.” He said simply, but his words were anything but.

You turned toward the only other way out, but Simon was already there, his massive frame looming in the doorway to the hall. He didn’t say a word, just stared, his presence alone enough to make your stomach twist.

Your breathing quickened as you turned back to Price, the only one still seated, though his gaze was sharp and calculating. “You can’t keep me here, Price,” you said, your voice trembling but still clinging to the traces of defiance. “You don’t have the right-“

“We do have the right,” Price interrupted, standing slowly. The sheer authority- the sheer finality in his voice made your knees weak. “Because we’re the only ones who care about you the way we do. The only ones who’ll keep you safe. Your team, remember, darling?”

“This isn’t safety,” you hissed, backing toward the wall. “This is prison.”

Price mouthed the word, then huffed a humorless laugh. “We’re not locking you up. But we will stop you from running into danger. Even if you don’t understand it now, you’ll thank us later.”

“You can’t just-“

“Enough,” Simon cut in, sharp and blunt, his voice cutting through your protests like a knife. “You’re not leaving. Not now. Not ever.”

Your back hit the wall, your escape routes blocked on all sides. Your chest heaved as you looked at each of them, searching for even a sliver of remorse. But all you saw was determination, faces set in stone…

Much like your fate.

[sorcerousundries]

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Pulling Robb and Jon’s curly hair

Warnings: P in V sex, hair pulling(obv), cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex(wrap before you tap), slight marking if you squint(Jon),

A/N: I’ve read their blog for so long and I think @dipperscavern would like this.

Jon’s hair falls around your face while he pounds his hips into yours, the dark curls messy with sweat and exertion, you can’t tell if your hot or cold. The cold air of winterfells snowy winds drift in through the window and bite at your skin but the heat that courses through your cunt and abdomen make you sweat.

He groans when you thread your fingers through the dark tresses and tug at his scalp “careful” he grits a warning through his teeth, his hips slowing to roll in a circle hitting the soft spot inside you with every roll.

Squelching plaps echo the room as his hips sped back up again, it has you moaning and dragging your nails along his back.

That’s gonna hurt in the morning yet he can’t bring himself to focus on that, his senses have zeroed in on the way your snug cunt wraps around his cock. as he looks down to where your connected, those curls fall infront of his face, making you tuck them behind his hair so that you can look upon him as you cum all over his cock.

Robbs hair isn’t as long as Jon’s but that doesn’t mean you can’t grip onto it while he’s knuckle deep in your cunt.

You can grip the auburn curls to ride his face while he smirks up at you, his tongue curling and lapping at your clit. Your legs are hiked over his shoulders, heels digging into his back as your toes curl, he’ll even give you his fingers if you ask nicely, “yeah?, y’ like that?” as he curls them into your g-spot.

Your jaw falls open in a silent scream as your stomach twists and turns with as if filled with molten lava.

Your fingers curl around the auburn strands, providing even a small amount of grounding as your orgasm rushes towards you. Your thighs clench and twitch as he shakes his head, the friction almost mind-numbing as black spots start to dot your vision.

And you know he’ll smirk at you as he rises from between your legs, the scratchy hair on his chin that leaves your inner thighs red raw is soaked in your juices. he pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking them before he encases your mouth with his.

The taste of yourself tart on his tongue.

Even when he pushes your legs up to your chest to sink himself into your cunt, you can’t help but grip at the curls.

[wlwloverwrites]

You’re trapped in an elevator with Robby and Jack… what do you do to pass the time? 😏

warnings: she/her pronouns, lots of eye contact, fingering, dry humping, smut 18+

read on ao3

no pressure tags: @superhoeva @ovaryacted @ohcaptains

“pretty sure i had a dream about this.”

“you sure it wasn’t a nightmare?” robby asks with a raised brow.

your mouth opens to respond to his question, to reassure him it wasn’t a nightmare, but memories flood your mind.

flashes of being wedged between them, two pairs of hands touching your body, while whispering filthy things in your ear make your blood run hot - far too hot for this small elevator.

definitely not a nightmare.

your silence grabs abbot’s attention, and his eyes immediately look for yours.

it’s easy for him to read the signs. easy for him to catch the way your chest rises a bit faster, notice how your thighs flex to relieve some of the heat thats growing between your legs.

so it’s effortless to make the same realization you do.

“robby, i don’t think it was a nightmare,” his head tilts at you.

the smirk on his face is enough to make robby connect the dots, in a matter of seconds, he seeks for your confirmation. the sheepish look on your face has him mirroring abbot’s smirk.

“which one of us was it?”

the elevator is stuck in its place, showing no sign of taking you to main floor, no sign of escape. instead you’re trapped. heat creeps up your body and the urge to hide from their gaze grows stronger with every passing second.

“come on, you can be honest, you won’t hurt our feelings.”

“dr. robby-“

“i’m off the clock, you can call me michael,” he nods crossing his arms over his chest - his biceps bulge under his black scrubs, no longer hidden under his zip up sweater.

“dr. abbot-“

the stern look on his face is enough to make you correct yourself.

“jack,” you look over to your second attending standing in front of you, “michael, i don’t think it would be appropriate-”

“it’s a simple question, no harm in answering,” jack whispers in your ear, his lips brush against your ear and a chill runs down your spine.

shivering at his words you move to step back, but you’re met with a firm chest. michael’s hands fall to your waist, keeping you from moving.

“it was both of you.”

a look is shared between the men and you’re quick to regret your words. you make a move to reach for the emergency button, but a pair of hands grip your hips and pull you in.

your ass is flushed against your attending’s groin and your hand that was reaching for the button is on jack’s chest.

“hey jack?” robby hums behind you.

“what is it, brother?”

“think it’s time to make some dreams come true.”

jack takes a step closer, closing the gap between you. the hand on his chest creeps up to his neck, pulling him into a kiss. it starts off sweet, innocent almost.

a sound seeps out from the back of your throat, and you nod your head at jack who looks at you for approval.

your whine is all robby needs before his hands fall from your waist and down to your ass, squeezing your flesh with desperation.

jack’s lips ghost over yours, barely kissing yours, until his hand caresses your cheek. his thumb traces your bottom lip, trapping it in his hold then letting it bounce back into place.

“look at me.”

his nose bumps yours, his mouth is open just enough to seem to inviting. his thumb guides you look at him and when you do, you’re scared to break eye contact.

luckily he breaks it, leaning to give you a real kiss. the kiss is messy, he’s licking into your mouth, desperate for a taste. sounds of your wet kiss the fill the elevator, but are interrupted by a deep groan behind you.

“jack,” robby scolds, “ you need to learn how to share.”

his words are the only warning you get when a firm hand finds your chin pulling you away from jack’s lips. before you can dwell on the loss, robby’s lips are on yours. his beard tickles, scratching at your skin when he moans into your mouth.

the stretch in your neck hurts, but robby makes up for it. he’s sweeter. he takes his time kissing you, trying to memorizes the feel of your mouth.

just teasing your bottom lip with his tongue making you push back against his chubbing cock.

“please.”

you feel dizzy. it’s hard to keep track of the hands on you.

a hand on your tit, squeezing harshly. another on your ass, giving it the same treatment as your tits. a third slipping past the elastic of your scrubs, and the fourth makes sure you can’t pull away from robby’s kiss.

the lace trim of your panties only fuel the hand slipping between your legs. the thin, soaked-through material does little to mask the fingers that expertly find your clit.

“fuckin hell, she’s soaked.”

robby pulls away only to let a chuckle tickle your ear, “you that wet, sweetheart?”

your eyes peel open to find your attending staring down at you, his lips curl with a soft smile. you nod, moving your hips to catch that hand that hooks your panties to the side.

before you can beg again, jack’s fingers prods at your entrance. using your wetness to ease the stretch, it isn’t long until your hole squeezes around him with a noisy squelch.

“fuckkk, you weren’t lying, i can hear her.”

your eyes fell shut a long time ago, so you blindly look for robby’s lips. a soft, almost nonexistent slap on your cheek brings your attention back to robby.

“you ok?” his words are soft and teasing.

“mhmm...”

his hands slip under your top, tugging the cups of your bra down - not carrying about the worn down material. you let out a whine when he rolls your hardening nipples between his fingers.

at the same time, jack, curls his fingers hitting that spot inside you that has your knees buckling. robby is quick to catch you with a chuckle.

“come on brother, think she needs more to get there.”

your head spins when you feel robby’s hand join jack’s. if the angle is awkward neither of them make a sound to complain, instead they coordinate their movements perfectly.

jack’s fingers curl inside you filling the elevator with your lewd sounds, all while michael rubs at your throbbing clit.

“fuck.”

robby has no problem teasing your clit, chuckling at how sticky you are. you can’t even process his words, too busy whining their names. they watch as your thighs begin to shake at their calculated movements.

“‘m gonna come.”

jack makes a noise that has your head falling back to rest on robby’s shoulder.

“look at me.”

the order flies over your head. too dizzy to follow through with the vet’s commands. it’s too much.

luckily, robby helps you. the hand tugging at your nipples, rises to your hand. squeeze your jaw with a firm grip, he forces you to face jack’s piercing gaze.

when your eyes finally meet, jack smiles at you, “doing so good for us, you’re so fuckin wet.”

incapable of responding you cry out when jack adds a third finger. you hands flies to hold jack’s forearm, digging your nails into his arm, silent plead to slow down and keep going. your walls clench uncontrollably around jack’s unapologetic fingers and the wet squelch lets them know you’re close, so they double their efforts.

pushing back to escape jack’s thrusts you’re met with a deep groan behind, “gonna make me come in my pants like a fuckin teenager.”

robby’s words suddenly make you hyper aware of his throbbing cock, straining in his scrubs. with an awkward bent in his knees, robby grinds his cock on your ass.

“so big,” you slur the praise, angling your head so you can meet his hungry lips once more.

trying your best to match robby’s rhythm, your hand reaches back for robby, tangling your fingers in his hair. gasping away from his kiss, your tongue licks into his mouth.

“fuuuck, you guys are so fuckin’ hot.”

whining into robby’s mouth, the hand that held onto jack’s forearm blindly reaches for his neck. without breaking the kiss, you pull jack closer.

it’s messy.

three noses bumping into each other, three tongues fighting for dominance, three pairs of lips smashing together.

spit - you’re not sure who’s - shines on your chin. robby rocks against your ass, pushing you even closer. a combination of your moans fill the elevator and your vision goes blurry. you pull away, but their lips find their new home on your neck.

“i’m coming.”

your body seizes, muscles tensing in their hold. with a silence moan, you lean into robby’s relentless strokes, you drip onto jack’s hand.

“that’s it…” jack praises, easing his fingers out of you.

finding his gaze you watch as his fingers disappear in his mouth, cleaning off his glistening fingers.

what a sight.

robby seems to agree because just a few seconds later, he’s groaning into your neck. the lazy open-mouthed kisses on your jaw cease while his body slumps onto yours, using your body to ride out his orgasm.

it takes a few minutes for you and robby to settle down, panting loudly in the small metal box. with heavy eyes you find jack’s smug ones that look down.

your eyes follow and land on his hard cock straining against the black material of his scrubs. bitting your bottom lip, your eyes jump back to his.

“how much longer do you think we’ll be stuck in here?”

instead of answering, you fall to your knees, scared to waste a single second.