#gonna stream again in October

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YOU'RE A MINECRAFT STREAMER and get in contact with some new guys. one of them won't stop bullying you. it's kinda silly how he acts like he's being subtle that he's trying to flirt with you.

TAGS. . . # fluff, bullying as flirting, pining max verstappen, 'oblivious' reader, minecraft streamers

FIC STYLE. . . # social media au (instagram chats, tweets)

zsync

ty FSMP for having me. that being said, hopefull i didn't give too much of a bad impression to some of ya'll....

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stellaroit i MISSED A ZSYNC STREAM?!?!?

orrifices RIP it was a funny stream

stellaroit what happened the vod isn't out yet

rudemi played minecraft in a new friend group and just decided to cause chaos towards this other streamer the entire time

angeleles who the hell is this lion33 dude and why did he have to hog all the wheat

divissx CHAT THE FURNACE IS NOT FURNACING!! highlight of the stream

lion33 mate i need u to leave the smp

albonono You're just jealous she got all the diamonds in the main island

lion33 completely unrelated

zsync (i'm not) sorry max

ynpng

chat i am not washed at minecraft

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georgerussell Disagree

ynpng like i ASKED

alexalbono Slay

alexalbono Btw why're u off priv do u know that

ynpng yessir

alexalbono Suspicious

alexalbono Are you joining the server soon. Max is annoying me

ynpng stop hogging my comments + maybe idk i'm still bitter abt him killing my cows

lion33

appreciate @ albonono for letting me on his stream. i do have his password now btw

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zsync WAS THAT WHY ALEX WAS JUST MUTED THE ENTIRE TIME?? IT WAS YOU??

lion33 lol

albonono @ zsync he was enjoying receiving flowers from you too much

lion33 your base? exploded.

shouula i love having a pov of max smiling like an idiot when yn was treating him like alex (aka kindly)

vrikrik real. yn is living the y/n life. what i would do to make him smile like that

albonono If u wanted to flirt do it on your own stream I literally went to piss

lion33 ???

massuech dude this is the weirdest softlaunch ever

zsync @ zsyncc · 28 October i'm never playing this game again

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Max V @ lion33 · 28 October — Replying to @ zsyncc ur being dramatic lol my house was griefed i needed somewhere to stay 41 replies 331 likes

mia 🕸 @ webberstrr · 28 October — Replying to @ lion33 just say you wanted to put your beds together in minecraft and leave 2 replies 6 likes

EVE @ eeves1 · 28 October so we agree that max and yn were flirting the entire thing right

14 replies 7 reposts 63 likes

EVE @ eeves1 · 28 October — Replying to @ eeves1 i don't like rpf but it is kinda funny how max was goading yn on like a kindergarten with a crush 3 replies 7 likes

zsync

my beautiful house before it was INVADED BY THE DUTCH (also here's the mirmir bath pics ya'll begged for)

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pineeapper KITTYYY

lion33 you could've just said no

zsync would u have taken no as an answer?

lion33 no haha this is what u get for stealing my diamonds

littelorrenst chaotic stream as always

piapastry no one else gonna question the weird domesticity of her and max? no? ok

albonono Why're you reposting the mirmir pics from your "priv" account

zsync because i can

lion33 what? u have a priv?

Yn | You are now private messaging @ ynpng 142 followers · 521 posts

lion33 this isn't private lmao

ynpng no i just took it off priv for a bit

lion33 oh. ok btw like do u wanna film something tgt soon

ynpng yea sure why not

lion33 cool cool yea friday?

ynpng sure

lion33 shared a location

ynpng huh

lion33 where we can meet. alex told me you live near me so

ynpng wait omfg i thought u meant like stream

lion33 oh it's ok if u want it to be just a stream like minecraft or smthn

ynpng no no its okay. i need new vid on my main yt anyways

lion33 u sure? lol it's ok if u dont wanna film irl w me

ynpng stop being such a hard ass maxy. i say yes to filming

lion33 cool. thanks btw i really like ur videos 👍

zsync

causing chaos in the toy store in my new video. thank you @ lion33 for featuring and being my slave for the day

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wiiredxs never thought id get to see max doing an irl vlog willingly

hamiston who messed with the timeline why am i seeing max and yn tgt

vrikrik RIGHT like max flew a plane just to film this video 😭 they live in diff continents

lion33 sighs

albonono Your flirting technique sucks

lion33 shut the fuck up

orrifices am i delusional is this not the equivalent to teasing ur friend over his crush

grussell Yn, I hope you're seeing this

zsync seeing what

grussell Crikey...

Yn | You are now private messaging @ ynpng

georgerussell I don't wanna be the bearer of news... But Max has a crush on you

ynpng that's crazy dawg

georgerussell Okay I need some more reaction than that Me and the guys' GC have been talking about it ever since the first FSMP stream

ynpng whattttttt he's whatttttttt

georgerussell What in the Have you like known this the entire time

ynpng George. The man is a Monaco based streamer. I do not live in Monaco. He told me that Alex said we live near each other. I can kinda tell when people have a crush...

georgerussell And that's just your reaction!? I still expected something!

ynpng ill give u a reaction if he does something more obvious in the next stream

zsync @ zsyncc · 8 November fsmp birthday stream 2nite y'all. wish me bday luck i need netherite

568 replies 7k reposts 12.9k likes

EVE @ eeves1 · 8 November alright are we ever going to talk about how max (and im entirely sure it's max) put netherites in yn's chest like that was so cute...

27 replies 142 reposts 628 likes

♠ | FIO @ butt3fl1es · 8 November WHY DID I ENTER THE STREAM TO MAX MAXPLAINING ABOUT MONACO BOYS NOT BEING FUCKBOYS!?!?

WHAT IS HE YAPPING ABT

16 replies 7 reposts 88 likes

#33 @ quetoii · 8 November someone needs to tell max his cam is still on everyone can see him giggling after yn thanked him for his gift

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dumb blonde moment @ jaccalps · 8 November — Replying to @ quetoii it's his fault anyways like no one streams minecraft w their cam on for maximum laziness

2 replies 6 likes

ynpng 🔒

@ lion33 thanks for the present! and you, I guess. but seriously, you need like better courting skills. my nephew could do way better than you and he's 3yo

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alexalbono I'm sorry, courting!?

ynpng if bullying me counts as courting yeah

georgerussell ... No one won the bet

lion33 this is why you don't start a bet

georgerussell Mate, no one expected you to try and get with her like two weeks when you first met

ynpng ok to clarify, we are not dating. he's funny and he's rich so im letting him try

layladook girl whyre you a red flag 😭

lion33 my fave color has always been red

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . ok so i decided to do like my tweets as the text so it was easier for me to make this + less images uploaded. feel free to tell me if it's better or bad from how i used to do it before. anyways this was funny to write. i love minecraft. i love that max loves minecraft. it's just a bunch of tomfoolery around here also, my birthday is actually on the 8th so lil easter egg lmao ˎˊ˗ ᝰ.

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October 06 - Nipple Play

pairing: sub!Wanda x dom!Reader

summary: You tease Wanda and play with her sensitive nipples.

content warnings: degradation, sadism, rough nipple play

word count: 1.3k+

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A gasp sounds out above you, your arms wrapped tightly around Wanda’s waist as she sits in your lap. You smile, your teeth nipping at her collarbone again as her fingers tighten slightly in your hair. 

Looking down, you feel your heartbeat quicken at the sight of her nipples straining underneath her silk shirt. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you take them in. 

They’re hard, and you long to wrap your lips around them. Wanda was always so reactive when you played with her nipples. Your fingers graze her sides as you reach up, gently palming her breasts as she moans and thrusts her chest further against your touch. 

“So impatient,” you murmur, your lips inches from Wanda’s. 

She bites her bottom lip, a whimper sounding in her throat. Her green eyes are wide, her pupils expanding slowly as you begin to knead her breasts beneath your hands. 

Your thumbs flick over her nipples, and she lets out a low groan. Closing the last few inches between your lips and hers, you kiss her. It starts gentle, then builds as you suck and nibble on her lower lip, her breath coming in gasps. 

Twisting her nipples sharply, you smile against Wanda’s lips at the choked whine she responds with. You can feel her hips rolling on your lap, and pinch her nipples while pulling them upwards, detaching your mouth from hers. 

Wanda’s mouth falls open, her brows furrowing from the pain radiating through her. Your fingers are strong and unrelenting, stretching her nipples while you speak. 

“Don’t roll your hips, I want to tease you and build you up myself. Got it?”

“Mhmm,” Wanda manages, the response high-pitched. Her breaths are shaky, and she releases a sigh of relief when you release her nipples from your torturous hold. 

“Oh I’m so sorry baby, did that hurt?” You ask, your voice full of faux sympathy. 

Wanda blinks, nodding mutely. 

You sneer, a low chuckle sounding out as you forcefully twist her nipples between your fingers. Wanda yelps, and you feel your arousal increase tenfold. 

“We both know that you love the pain, don’t you?” You don’t wait for a response, twisting and pulling upwards at the same time. “You’re my little painslut, isn’t that right, love?”

“Yes,” Wanda gasps out, her hands gripping your shoulder tightly. “Please-”

“Say it.”

Green eyes snap towards yours, wide as she gasps for breath, trying not to move her chest too much. “What?”

Your eyes are dark, locked on her face as you apply more pressure to her nipples. Smiling at the slightly pained expression that washes over Wanda’s features, you repeat yourself. “Say it, tell me what you are, Wanda.”

“Oh,” she blushes, her mouth opening and closing a few times. You pull tighter, and she yelps, pushing the words out quickly. “I’m a painslut.”

“Who’s painslut are you?”

“Yours. I’m your painslut,” Wanda corrects herself, her chest heaving for air when you finally release her nipples. 

She doesn’t get much of a break, your mouth swooping in and sucking her nipple into your mouth. Your teeth graze the sensitive bud, your fingers rolling and pinching the other nipple skillfully. 

Biting down, you wrap your other hand around Wanda’s waist to stop her from jumping off your lap. She tries to pull away, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she moans and begs you to stop. 

“Baby, please. It’s too much, I’m gonna- I’m close. Please.”

You release her nipple with a pop, gripping her jaw and chuckling. “You’re already close to cumming? Just from that… you really are a painslut. Getting off on sadism, my perfect little masochist whore, isn’t that right?”

Wanda releases a stream of moans, attempting to press herself closer to you. Her nipples are red and achingly hard. The pain from your touch is sending waves of pleasure towards her leaking core, and she feels herself growing wetter with each degrading word you speak. 

“Yes,” she whimpers, “I love it when you’re mean to me and when you hurt me. Please, do it more and let me cum.”

A wide smile spreads across your face. “Well, if you insist… let’s see if you can cum from humping my thigh while I play with your nipples, okay?”

Nodding quickly, Wanda readjusts her grip on your shoulders. You kiss her softly, grabbing her waist and moving her hips closer to yours while you close your legs and raise them slightly. Once she starts rutting her hips against your thighs, you pull back slightly, reaching towards the side table. 

Metal clinks together, and Wanda lets out a pathetic sounding whine when she sees the nipple clamps between your fingers. 

“Sush, baby. Just keep rolling your hips on my thighs… Yes, just like that. I can feel how wet you are, my pathetic little slut,” you say, attaching the nipple clamps to her. Your mouth moves towards her breasts, teeth sinking into her skin near her nipples as you suck hickeys all over her flesh. 

Pulling on the chain, you groan at the sound of Wanda’s high moans. You admire the way her nipples stretch as you tug on the clamps harshly. Her fingers are painfully digging into your shoulders, and you remind her to breathe as you lick and suck at her breasts. 

Wanda’s hips stutter, her brow furrowing as her eyes clench shut tightly. You bring your other hand up, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing tightly, her nipple stretching painfully as she moans and presses her chest further against you. 

“Go faster,” you command, tugging at the nipple clamps again. You reach down and tighten each clamp, a gasp leaving Wanda’s perfect lips as you do. 

“Fuck,” she whimpers, throwing her head back as she grinds against your thighs. She adjusts her hands, reaching back to grip your knees as she feels her needy core brush up against your crotch. 

You smirk, adjusting your hips until her clit and leaking pussy is pressed firmly against your hard bulge. Wanda’s lips part as she moans at the sensation, grinding herself harder against you. 

Pulling harshly, you wrap your hand around her throat as you watch her poor, red nipples stretch yet again as you tug on the chain. She’s gasping and panting, her muscles flexing as she works herself up towards an orgasm, her hot center pressing firmly against you. 

“Go on, baby,” you whisper, closing your fingers tighter around her neck and pulling harder than you have before on her nipple clamps. “Cum for me.”

Wanda moans, feeling the nipple clamps stretch her nipples painfully. It’s almost enough, her muscles burning from grinding so fiercely against you. She feels the nipple clamps moving slightly, your grip tugging them slowly off of her nipples. She grinds harder, and you give a sharp tug. 

The nipple clamps come off, and Wanda feels relief for a brief moment. It doesn’t last. 

White-hot pain floods her senses, her mind going blank as her orgasm washes over her as the pain from her raw nipples shoots directly to her spasming pussy. Her clit rubs against your bulge, prolonging the mix of pain and pleasure as she feels a few tears drip down her cheeks. 

You soothe her, bringing out some unscented lotion and slathering it over her nipples. The cool sensation causes a second, smaller orgasm to tear through her, and Wanda whimpers as she shakily wraps her arms around your neck. 

“You did so good for me, love. You were absolutely perfect, I’m so proud, baby,” you murmur in her ear, rubbing circles on her back as she calms herself down. 

Eventually, Wanda pulls back. A small, bashful smile is planted on her face. She fiddles with your hair, biting her lip for a moment before speaking. 

“I think the nipple clamps were an excellent purchase.”

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Friday, July 19th @ 5pm Pacific: FALLOUT 76 FOR THE PCRF!!!

My channel is running another charity stream! Back in January we raised more than $2,000 for the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and we're hoping to do something like that again! Instead of the horror and pain that was Resident Evil 6, we're going into the forsaken spinoff of a different beloved franchise: Fallout 76! @radiofreederry and I are gonna put some rubber boots and gas masks on and wade into live service sandbox hell to support this cause and send some aid to those who need it! See y'all then!

Donate here!!!

OUR GOALS:

Every $50 Dot and I will do character voices of our choice for 5 minutes!

$100: Jordan has promised to recite Fallout Flow. It's like Dracula Flow. But for Fallout

$200: I "personal pan" Dot (I send her a personal pan pizza at a time of my choosing)

$300: Dot and I promise to play the extremely mid and tech intensive Halo 5: Guardians for our playthrough series

$400, $800, and $1200: I take a break to do a tier list of my choosing! (Including the one I promised to do from the last charity stream y'all did!)

$500: Dot "personal pans" me (as explained above)

$600: I will suck it up and do that ABO video essay I promised

$1000: I will commit to running a live tabletop campaign on my channel! If you like our BG3 roleplay series or the Star Wars tabletop series, you're gonna wanna see me attempt to GM a game for real this time!

$1,250: This October I will produce a complete history video about the Amnesia series!

$1,500: I jump into the lake.

[laylaysdelusions]

Waiting room

Paige Bueckers x reader

Plot: the breakup. (Heartbreaking angst)

It’s painful, so fucking painful. 

Paige had left you in the heat of August, to fight for yourself. I mean it wasn’t her fault, it was for the best. You had attachment problems and you were fully aware of that. It was just something you did, you didn’t mean to.

“I’m not good for you honey” she told you as she sat on the end of your floral bed sheets. You knew all six of those words were true but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Days passed and you couldn’t get your bones to move out of their permanent position. It was like time didn’t exist. The wall seemed to the most interesting thing the world had to offer. 

You’d wake up with tears streaming down your face and you’d fall asleep in the same manner. Eventually months began to pass but you still couldn’t function normally. Of course you had to return to work and classes but the world was still black and white. You couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of the pink bear that laid directly in-front of your bed. Paige had gotten you the bear from the Minnesota State Fair and you remembered every painful detail about that day. It was lovely, truly perfect. When did things change? How does time do that? 

It made the light in your eyes die and your heart beat slower. Maybe you were already dead you just weren’t fully conscious of it yet. 

One day in mid October you trembled in the cold as you walked to your psychology class, that’s when you spotted her. 

Paige had her tongue intertwined with a curly headed girl on a campus bench. Right then and there your heart stopped beating. Your mouth went dry and you swear the air stopped circulating through your body. She’s moved on. The sudden realization made you run as fast as you possibly could to class. How you did it? You still have no idea. It was like your existence was nothing but absence. Every noise was just in the background. You couldn’t feel anything but the pounding in your ears. “This is a nightmare you need to wake up.” You told yourself. This can’t be real life, right? Oh but it was. This is something you are going to have to deal with for the rest of your life. 

The next week passes by without a single text message you received being handed a reply. You know your loved ones were very concerned but life had no point without Paige Bueckers. That right there is why Paige left you. Toxic attachment. Everyone that looked at you two could see how the debilitating love was making you worse. Which is more damaging and dangerous, having Paige and being so clingy it would rot away at you or not having her and every step you take being hell?

The consistent cycle of waking up, not caring, crying, putting your AirPods in, going back to sleep, and doing it all over again was the definition of your life. You were merely a shell of the girl you used to be. Nothing more than a zombie trying to hold it together. 

The winter comes faster than you can imagine. Snow falls down at UConn and you have an even stronger reason to cry. It’s down right freezing. 

You have started incorporating your friends back into your life however it’s a tedious process. You still have what feels like an inhalable heartbreak. At least your friends know why now. 

One day you’re sitting in the library with your friend Ariana when you look up to someone clearing their throat. Oh no. 

Paige bueckers stands infront of you.

It all rushes back intensely and you feel your legs go weak. No matter what she’s about to say you’re still gonna love her like a sick puppy loves its owner.

:(

[captainreecejames]

Still Me Here - LN 4 smau

author's note : This has been sitting in the drafts for a while (lol) but I'm really happy with this one so I hope you all enjoy it!

summary : the world reacts to a hit album by yn ln, and also theorizes that it's about a certain mclaren driver

pairing : lando norris x EX!fem!reader

faceclaim : maisie peters

June 2023

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ynusername the good witch is finally out!! I put so much love and pain into this album that I now can share with you. I hope that if you relate to this then you'll find some peace as well because we all deserve that. let me know what your favorites are and what to put on the set list 😉💙

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ynforever AHHH OH MY GODDD FINALLY

ynwitches I've been waiting for this one turn it up

faneditsyn pleaseeeeee history of man has to be on the tour ↳ ynusername oh that one's definitely gonna be on the list ↳ Faneditsyn she responded 😳

lilymhe so far run is my favorite ↳ alexalbon what's that supposed to me ↳ lilymhe sleep with one eye open tonight ↳ ynusername stoopppp 💙💙

landonowins not lily commenting 🫣 ↳ yntruthers now we know who got who in the break up 😭

thegoodwitchyn another no skip album I fear

ynhearts hearing the screaming of her name at the end of the good witch, literal chills

landoyn4ever ynlando stans are gonna be in the trenchs again (it's me)

ynwitches I also don't move on (in my loafers (with a smoothie))

October 2023

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ynusername SURPRISE! The good witch (deluxe) is out now. I had more to give from the moment she dropped in June and I'm happy to share those songs with you now!

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ynforever babe wake up new yn songs just dropped!!

ynwithasmoothie now why'd you drop this after our show ↳ ynusername I promise I'll come back with these!

ynfans3 brb gonna go scream holy revival

ynfans4 lando can't catch a break damn! (do it again)

oliviarodrigo girl you're making me cry over here ↳ ynusername shut up you make me cry too 😭😭

charlottesiine not the guy on a horse ↳ ynusername 🫣🫣😏 ↳ ynfans3 ex's teaming up I see, lando and Charles are going through it

March 2024

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ynusername MELBOURNE you were amazing. this was an amazing show and I'm so happy that you got to be here. to share this album and these songs with everyone has been a dream come true and it's extra special because so many close friends came out.

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francisca.cgomes girl!!!! It was so wonderful!! ❤️ ↳ ynusername BABE THANK YOU

ynausyfans you have to come back soon!

pierregasly thank you for inviting us! ↳ charles_leclerc we had a lot of fun! ↳ ynusername couldn't forget about my favorite Frenchies (and monagasque)

lilymhe ahhhhhg!!! Hearing you sing history of man live is just life changing ↳ ynusername stoopppp you're so sweet 🫶🏼 ↳ alexalbon thank you for the cake too!

ynhistoryofwitches her bringing out half the grid to sing happy birthday to Alex is just so 🤧🤧 ↳ ynusername had to show love to my good friends

georgerussell63 an amazing show! Love you YN! ↳ carmenmmundt gonna drive him crazy with how much I stream the good witch again ↳ ynusername 🫶🏼🫶🏼 babe I love you

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️ beautiful show YN

oscarpiastri 🧡🧡😏 ↳ landoyn4ever what do you mean?? What do you meannnn???? ↳ ln4eva WAS LANDO THERE ↳ landitonorris OSCAR TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW

l4nquadrants DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THAT LANDO LIKED. IT WENT AWAY BUT I SWEAR I SAW HIS USERNAME ↳ yncomingofage time to go to sleep grandma you're making up stories ↳ alltoomuchlando no I saw it too

maxfewtrell an amazing concert yn! ↳ ynwithasmoothie WHY ARE ALL OF HIS FRIENDS HERE??

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

name: mithi - not really, just family nickname

she/they - equal pref

16

desi

lesbian

questioning demi/grayromantic

11th grader in science stream

intj-t

dni: racists, misogynists, homophobes, transphobes, any bigots really

rules: don't be any of the above mentioned; don't be creepy; if u dm me don't just say 'hi' or 'hey', i won't respond (it's always the old men who do this??)

fun fact!: i was born exactly at 11:11 p.m.

libra sun, gemini moon, cancer rising (idrk what it all means tho)

mental: unstable, go through depressive phases, gritted-tooth optimist, generally a bit sad and numb and lonely

physical: brown skin, black hair, v dark brown eyes, 5'6/168cm, wear glasses, kinda a face reveal?

sideblogs :

studyblr: @academicgremlinhehe here to keep my procrastination in check

mental health/vent/ranting: @thyhonesteheorte here cuz i'm too scared to be especially depressing on main

ns/fw sideblog: @thy-wench-hath-gone here for idk exploring my sexuality somewhere else, not gonna be horny on main yk

feel free to check me out on :

blog - like an actual site, not this beauty chaos

ao3

that odd melancholy feeling - current ongoing marylily fic on ao3

pinterest - still in the middle of organizing so mind the chaos!

life goals :

become an academic weapon once again - summoning pre 9th grade me n making her better

multiple degrees?? yes pls to being disgustingly over-educated

work in research + part time writer

independence

travel the world

tagging system! :

#mithi's own - all original posts

#she communicates oh my! & #com com - answering asks, tag games, i switched to the 2nd tag cuz many ppl thought i was referring to them😭

#poetic lil mithi - original poetry

#artsy mithi - original art

#mithi's marauders - all posts relating to my marauders fanfiction

#wishful necromancy - posts relating to the marauders fandom hehe get it?

#hades kid yapping - posts abt da pjo fandom

#slightly less beloveds - posts about fandoms apart from the marauders

#on the record :) - lyric posting

#musings from thy truly - journal extracts, vents, stuff that should be in my journal but i was too lazy to write with my hand, shit posts, life updates, literally anything that has words and isn't poetry or fandom-related

#tis bout 'n' - about a friend i've known on n off since 1st grade

#tis bout 'a' - yapping about the girl i constantly yap with at school<3

#moody mithi - moodboards, web weaving, etc yk

#filmy mithi - posts featuring my own pics :)

#mithistudies - studyblr posts made until 10th october 2024 (later created my studyblr sideblog)

current read! : crime and punishment (fyodor dostoevsky), jane eyre (charlotte bronte)

current watch! : -

current obsessions! : telling myself 'suck it up bitch u've been lazy long enough', thinking thinking thinking every moment my entire being is not occupied with some other task

hobbies! : sketching, chess, photography, writing, recording vlogs, listening to music + analyzing lyrics, reading, watching movies & shows, piano, contortion & gymnastics

music! : gracie abrams, lorde, olivia rodrigo, chappell roan, cavetown, clairo, hozier, ethel cain, phoebe bridgers, paris paloma, mckenna grace, billie eilish, conan gray, chloe ament, mitski, tv girl, beach bunny, girl in red, adrianne lenker, lana del rey, wallows, alex g, florence + the machine, boygenius, chloe moriondo and many many more!!

lit! : solitaire, heartstopper, pjo, hoo, toa, soc, p&p, wuthering heights, jane eyre, great gatsby, sherlock holmes, agggtm, ouabh, and many many more!!

shows! : heartstopper, atypical, lotr: rings of power, pjo, young royals, dickinson, sherlock, s&b, and many many more!!

movies! : lady bird, p&p (2005), the perks of being a wallflower, dating amber, little women (2019), lotr & hobbit trilogies, thg triology + tbosas, dead poets society, and many many more!!

last updated: 11th february 2025

[gaythevlad]

Stolen womb pt 3

It was a cold October night when Deon’s first child was born. His contractions had begun very early that morning, and by nightfall they were ramming his body harder than Deon did.

He labored alone for most of the day, Deon had been gone for some days on a job, but he had made it clear that they couldn’t go to the hospital. His job didn’t offer health insurance, unsurprisingly.

Jaden grew used to the pain, it didn’t scare him as much as when he had woken up. He’d gone about his day, walking around, trying to speed it up, but he went 15 hours before things started to change. Suddenly, after pacing all around day since 4 am, the baby felt lower, much lower. The contractions were worse. He needed to push.

He laid down on the couch, too overwhelmed to put anything down, throwing a leg over the back of it and putting the other one down on the ground. He gripped the couch cushion, putting his other hand on his stomach. It would be gone soon. He waited for the next contraction, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t give birth alone, in his criminal baby daddy’s house at 18. Next contraction, nothing, and so it went. A contraction came, his dick bounced, his nipples twitched, his body screamed to push, and he just laid in his own sweat. His water had broken at some point, but he stopped paying attention to how much time had passed.

“Yo Jade, you want some Chinese?” Deon was home, with Manti close behind him. Jaden groaned the two came into the living room, aforementioned Chinese.

“No not really, aauggghhh.” Within seconds, Manti was behind him and Deon was in between his legs.

“How long have you been pushing? Kid is barely even crowning yet.”

“Babe, why didn’t you call me? Have you been doing this alone all day?”

“I mean, I thought I loosened you up more than this it ain’t gonna take too long.”

“You’re doing amazing.”

“FUCK SHUT UP.” Another bad contraction hit, Jaden still couldn’t push, and the baby had been right on his prostate for too long, he could feel his dick itching to explode. “I haven’t pushed because I was too scared to have a baby alone in a criminals house and I’m not doing amazing because it hurts so bad and I should be pushing and ohhh fuckkkkkk.”

“PUSH!” They both say in unison, and Jaden listened obediently, feeling cradled in between the two men. Manti wiped his sweat away, held his hand, and rubbed his belly, and Deon seemed on top of the medical stuff, constantly telling Jaden how good he was doing.

“And… push.” Deon commanded, and Jaden did. He pushed, letting tears well up in the corners of his eyes, released, said he couldn’t do it, then did it again when Deon told him to. They continued for that like hours as, despite Deon’s effort, Jaden’s birth canal was as wide as it was before they met, so it was a painstakingly slow process, waiting for the crown. Unfortunately for Jaden, the crown would also be a slow process, emphasis on the pain.

“Alright I can see the head now, keep going baby boy.” Jaden persisted as he had before, slowly but surely.

“Baby, would you mind if I went to take a look? I mean, it’s the miracle of life!” Manti looked down at Jaden lovingly, awaiting his approval, knowing he was too tired to say no.

“Get down here man, he’s almost at full crown!” Deon moved out of the way, shifting Jaden’s leg and unknowingly stretching his hole, as Manti took his spot. Jaden continued with his usual pushing cadence, feeling a sear pain creep up on him. His hole burned, as if it was being ripped off of his own body. He continued to push, missing the gentle touch of Manti under him, but his hole refuses to let go. It stretched further and further out until it finally gave way and sprung back to him as the head popped out.

“Keep going baby.” Deon directed Jaden as he told Manti to try and rotate the baby. The shoulders burned even more as Jaden gasped for air. Small beads of milk had formed at the tip of his nipples as the head popped out, getting ready to produce full streams. The shoulders stretched him as Manti tried to get a grip, and he stopped pushing to try and give himself a little relief. Then, like a knee jerk reaction, Jaden’s body forced him to push as hard as he could, lifting himself up in his elbows, gritting his teeth, and straining all his muscles while Manti pulled ever so slightly. Rivers ran down his chest as his little girl was placed onto him.

“Very good boy.” Deon said, rubbing his thigh.

“You did it!” Manti said, loving as always.

“Just keep pushing for that afterbirth love.” Jaden nodded and pushed gently, not expecting the afterbirth to feel so big. He also expected the contractions to wane, but they did nothing of the sort. Manti and Deon had both gone to sit next to Jaden and praise him, so no one noticed when the second baby became visible.

“I-I think something is… this really hurts.”

“Your bodys just tired baby, I bet you’re pretty sore.” Something reach Jaden’s hole, reenciting the burning from before. He pushed harder, until he was pushing harder than he had for the first one. He gasped.

“Fuck a head, a head just popped out, it hurts so bad.” Deon stood up, and immediately resumed his primary position. It only took a few moments for their second child to be born.

“Ok… now the afterbirth I guess.” And the afterbirth slid onto the already soaked couch without so much as a grunt.

Jaden had gotten lucky with how docile the babies were, and was even able to get a shower and a few hours of sleep. He had never been a strict schedule or even an early riser kind of guy, but he stirred with dawn. He looked around and realized that he had been in bed with both Deon and Manti, and that they were making out.

“What… what’s going on?” Jaden was still groggy and tired from the exertion he had dealt with earlier, much too tired to form any strong feelings.

Deon looked up as Manti kissed lower, looking dwarfed by Deon as he caressed him under the blanket. “We thought you deserved a prize for doing so well today.” He gestured at Manti who rolled over and began kissing down Jaden’s supple body until he reached his cock. Jaden moaned, it had been quite a while since he received any head, and he needed it. “I paid Manti a visit last month when you were too big to be fucked. I told him I wanted us to be a big family of sorts, and I’ve been training him to be a bit more obedient.” Deon stood up and got behind Manti who was already on all fours. He crouched down and began eating away at his hole, which he would soon teach how to take dick.

“Whoa this is… weird.” Jaden moaned in pleasure. He did find it weird, but it also felt amazing. He was more won’t up than he expected, and within a few minutes and whining greatly as he shot a load into Manti’s mouth. His chest twitched as stray streams of milk landed on the bedsheet and his stomach. Manti and Deon grinned as they rose to continue making out, this time with the help of Jaden’s load. He panted, fulfilled, until he felt a warm tongue on his nipple, it was Manti’s. Then, he felt a warm presence on his hole, the cock that he had grown obsessed with, only this time he was pounded slowly. The passion overwhelmed him and he was hard again within seconds. Manti’s mouth moved all over, from his nipple to his mouth to his neck, and he was reminded why he loved him so much. Deon’s dick snaked through him gently but firmly, and he looked down on him with admiration rather than hunger. Manti was also able to snake his dick in, only into Jaden’s. He hadn’t sucked Manti in quite a while, and he had missed it. His size was perfect for sucking, he preferred Deon for his hole, but but he had never dreamed of being slit roasted by the two, and he had a feeling he would be dreaming about it from now on. He was overstimulated, yes, but also more pleased than he had ever been.

With a low groan, Deon left his load in him. “You always take me so well baby.” Big as always, and dripping out of him. He couldn’t respond with Manti precumming in his mouth, but shortly after he took it out and had a turn on Jaden’s hole. By that point Jaden was whimpering wildly, Manti was moaning seductively, and Deon grinned devilishly as he slid himself into Manti. In a wild cacophony of pleasure, the three came at the same time, milk once again shooting out of his chest and cock as he got filled a second time, and Manti for the first. They all laid together in harmony after that, sweaty and tired, with Manti and Jaden’s wombs being fertilized as they held each other.

[what-shitfuckery-is-this-ew]

What is the dream smp drama ?

tl;dr called all Tommyinnit fans the r slur, deleted the tweet and didn't apologise till waaaay later, before which he made multiple streams and all the shit about him started coming out again (because his streams made everything worse). Tubbo made a stream about it in a very mature way by asking to talk on stream (Dream has a history of cutting private conversations up to make other creators look bad) and eventually it just turned into Tubbo vs Dream because Tommy blocked him, and Dream started being a shit to Tubbo. Most of the dsmp, some outside ccs, and editors/twitter folk who were in the fandom got involved revealing more stuff about Dream and how shitty he was.

Full timeline + ~16 hours worth of Tubbo stream below

BOO. This is gonna take too long so i'm posting it before it's finished and gonna edit it over time. As Tubbo himself said, this situation is a death by a 1000 cuts (small problems which kinda blew up recently)

Dream and Quackity had drama. That's a whole other thing and i'm not sure we can really go into it without this being comparable to Do you love the colour of the sky so we'll assume you know what happened there. (~April 2022)

A little after this were the first set of grooming allegations against Dream, made by Alexandria (October 2022)

This just caused the dsmp to kinda just fall out

Tommy made a video entitled "If Youtubers were Honest" which included a part on the Dream vs Quackity (5 Aug 2023)

Dream texted Tom's mum, bro literally harassed Tom's mum

fast forward to 2025:

Tommyinnit calls Mizkif the worst person he’s knows

Mizkif calls Tommy cringe and annoying which xQc also does in his reaction to Mizkif's stream

Tommy called xQc a trump supporter (true)

xQc had a public meltdown saying Trump is cool and that Tommy is dickriding Dream (but he does this by giving free promo to Tommy's show)

Dream quotes with the following meme.

This is where our path also diverges because there are so many streamers. Everyone reacts to the tweet and Dream deletes it.

Then Dream ranted to reddit saying he didn’t understand cause he’s autistic so he should be able to reclaim it (stupidest thing i’ve ever heard). It was meant to be his "apology". He also mentioned that the public’s reaction to Nicolas Cantu doing the same was generally positive (while i do agree most of the public went overboard in terms of support for Cantu especially when he used slurs as insults - most people only focused on him calling out Dream for covering up assaults and being weird around women and children + after the initial hype died down most people did agree his use of slurs and harassment of the driver was horrible - hence why he’s literally gone. He has no upcoming roles and he's def not coming back for the tmnt sequel). The biggest issue here is how instead of taking accountability he’s pulling this whataboutism card.

Also just a note that he claims he saw the meme, but people did the reverse image search - he created it.

id: Genuinely still confused on what the "rules" are. Honestly not trying to be obtuse, multiple people go viral calling me the r word and everyone explains that its ok because they're neurodivergent, so then I see a meme that uses it and post it and get absolutely throttled for it. Obviously it's the internet being disingenous, but that doesn't completely invalidate anyone that might be upset by it. Most of the people calling me ableist for using it are the same people that lit off fireworks when Nicolas Cantu was the slur slinging slasher (including Tommy's closest friends). it's either okay or it's not okay, the double standards are infuriating. I have my own reasons for having a problem with Tommy going around being the "internet police" and was expecting to get a lot of shit for going after poor Tommy that lies about me constantly, but obviously i had no intentions of attacking every Dream SMP fan or being ableist lmao. It was a dig at Tommy fans, because somehow the worst of the ex dream smp stans have congregated all to make up lies and shit on other creators and Tommy feeds right into it to promote his patreon, shows or wharever else he's currently promoting, because he has absolutely no backbone. Either way, my lesson from this is that twitter is somehow even less reasonable than i thought in the first place, oh and don't use the r word under any circumstances even if you see a funny meme and you're autistic. Lesson learned, hopefully i can be forgiven. Back to coding

Tubbo did a 1 hour stream on this. Technically he did a 7 hour stream he cut into bits, but for the sake of the timeline making sense, he made a 1 hour stream. He was gonna talk to Dream on stream. He agrees that his friends do shit talk more than he's comfortable with BUT

Why is Dream only getting involved and doing this much when Tommy insulted xQc and not you know when he called Dream a pedo

You can't reclaim a slur if you use it as an insult

He thought this entire thing was Dream ragebaiting to get people ready for a new song or smth, and he reminded the audience of Nicolas Cantu being drunk.

"If you don't want to be made fun of for doing shitty things just stop doing shitty things"

Tommy in this time released a video saying he blocked Dream and that it was horrible that Dream used the r slur. From this point Tubbo decided against calling Dream, instead watching Dream's 3 hour stream on the topic and reacting to it.

[anamericangirl]

The Israel vs Palestine conflict is such a long-spanning and insanely complicated thing that there's literally college courses that revolve entirely around the subject. There's people who have been studying it for 70 years who still barely understand it. There's historians with PhDs trying to piece together anything they can that could help them figure out a means to potentially instill a ceasefire or even peace altogether who have failed time and time again for decades if not literally centuries.

And yet people with 7 years of Twitter experience think they know enough about the conflict to pick a side and vouch for the destruction of the opposite side.

The amount of times I want to say "Shut the fuck up you fucking stupid idiot, you know literally nothing about this conflict, you have no idea what's actually happening, I bet if I asked your opinion on the Two State Solution you wouldn't even have a fucking clue what that means" on a daily basis reading these actual braindead moronic 16yo Twitter users' dipshit opinions who keep citing celebrity blue-checkmark Twitter posts as evidence to vouch for the eradication of a middle eastern country they don't even know a fucking thing about is STAGGERING.

I'm in my mid-30s and I stay out of politics on all sides because I am not qualified in any way to form opinions on matters so serious that they may or may not result in people being killed, and it fucking pisses me off that people half my fucking age are telling me that I should support Palestine or Ukraine or vouch for the genocide of Israel or join ANTIFA or BLM or put #FreeTaiwan in my fucking twitter bio.

You actual braindead stupid fucking morons have absolutely no clue what any of these conflicts actually mean, none of them have anything to do with you, go back to bitching about girls in video games being too sexy and shut the fuck up about actual real conflicts because you're a fucking moron if you think you know anything about what you claim you're in support of.

I swear to God if I see one more Twitch player playing Fortnite ranting about the Israel Palestine conflict and telling people that donations during their stream go to Palestine, Ukraine, Taiwan and LGBT activism centers, I'm gonna go feral. It is so unbelievably belittling to people who have spent their entire life researching and educating themselves on these conflicts to be able to build an understanding, that a dipshit who collects loli bestiality porn and plays Metroid Prime on Twitch thinks he's on the same level as those researchers.

PREACH! It's so fucking annoying how everyone suddenly thinks they're experts on this conflict when before October 7, 2023 none of them even knew it was happening and they're just cringey ass brain dead parrots saying what they're supposed to say without doing their due diligence to at least get somewhat informed on the matter before boycotting Starbucks, using hashtags and swapping the Ukraine flag for the Palestine flag and thinking they're doing something.

What really gets to me is when influencers I follow, like apolitical ones who are grown ass adults, jump on the bandwagon and are actually orchestrating fundraisers for Palestine and it makes me so fucking mad because they absolutely have no excuse for that. I just want to scream at them "hey! you know literally every cent you raise is going straight to Hamas and no Palestinian will ever get a single penny!! It's all going to buy weapons to kill Israeli civilians. YOU ARE LITERALLY FUNDING GENOCIDE AND TERRORISM YOU ABSOLUTE BUFFOON!!!" I don't have a shred of respect for people who talk about all the terrible things happening in Gaza but don't have a single word to say about the atrocities Hamas commits daily in Israel. Not one of them has condemned or even mentioned the attack on October 7th. Fuck every single one of them.

[day6source]

hello my loves 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

it's been.....honestly a bit since i made a big post! october, right before my birthday! i've been super busy with offline (and sometimes even other online) stuff since, so i apologize for neglecting you guys for a bit without notice, even if i was still getting things up! i intended to make more posts like this much more often and ended up not being able to, i'm so sorry y'all!

but! it's almost christmas and the new year! which feels sort of insane! i hope you're all staying cozy (or cool, for southern hemisphere friends), and have some fun plans for the upcoming holidays depending on what you celebrate, but especially the new year! 💕✨

admittedly there aren't tons of updates, the calendar isn't up to date actually on the desktop theme (and the month is almost over so 😬 january's will be, i promise!), but! as i said earlier today, the christmas concert from last night is up here, sungjin's solo concert stream is here, and if you wanna find a little bit of everything, you can find that here. i'm gonna try and actually upload sungjin's songs to the blog here again, the copyright system was really finicky when he released it and prevented it a bit, but i'm determined! so! hopefully it'll be up! but as a reminder if you ever wanna throw the songs on your phone via not a streaming service, you can find things right here! remember you're free to request any unreleased or unofficial songs as well to throw in there and up on here! not sure which ones you guys really want, so just let me know and i'm happy to do it as well as any video content you wanna see, i'm always down to at least hunt.mp3 for it 😉

with the incoming new year, i'm hoping to be able to do more with you guys! i had so many plans i wasn't able to follow through on this year for you all because of offline things, which really sucks, because you guys are so so so important to me! like, we're almost at 500 followers?? which is so crazy to me!! what!!!! i definitely want to do something for all of you coming soon, so keep an eye out (which i've been saying, i know, i'm so so sorry y'all)! i'm also hoping to keep up with you guys via posts like this again more often, i really missed it! i love you all and i'm always so thankful, and i hope to find ways to show that more in 2025!

speaking of, i hope i'll be seeing you next year on tour! i'll be at night two in los angeles, so if you happen to see me, come say hi! i'm pretty stoked considering it's my first time seeing the boys and going to la, so i imagine it's bound to be memorable and so so special 💕 i'll also be seeing stray kids in atlanta (my first time there!), so if you're there, make sure to come say hi!

it's been a super long year, but i hope it treated you with the kindness and love you deserve, and i hope the things that were troubling weren't too damaging 💕 the new year is always a bright, clean start, so if things didn't quite go your way before, i hope you're able to achieve that this coming year and that it's filled with so much happiness and good health and laughter and good music, although i think the boys have that under control 💕

happy holidays and happy new year, i love you guys so so so so much, and thank you for sticking around and not teasing me too much when i definitely reblog the wrong things here (that happened so often this year. oh my god.), and if you're new, thank you for finding this little corner 💕 take care of yourselves and stay happy and healthy, my loves.

love love love,

tay 💕💕💕💕

[tearsmustfall]

Crown of Barbed Wire.

Jax Teller x OC, 2960 words. cw: descriptions of abuse.

.Prologue.

Allison was born during a severe thunderstorm, a rare occasion in Northern California. If you asked anyone about that day, they'd say it was Allie who brought the storm on, from the minute Layla's water broke, storm clouds painted the sky. A force to be reckoned with from the start of her life. The waiting room was filled with family and friends, all lined up ready to see the new baby girl in Charming. A real motley crew, all of Samcro was there to support the Tear family. 

Allison 'Alley Cat' Tear was born on October 10, 1979, and she brought hell with her. 

Throughout childhood, she was a princess, Uncle Piney, and Uncle John always loved her as if she was one of their own. The world seemed so bright back then, there was no concern or question of who she was growing up with. 

Her earliest memory was a summer day at the Teller house. She was riding a trike with Jax, a pregnant Gemma was talking to her mother and watching them play. She remembers the conversation getting heated, and Layla seemed shaken up. Jax was pulling on the bottom of her dress, but she couldn't stop watching her mom. Then, her dad walked out of the garage, seemingly trying to get her to calm down to no avail. The next thing she remembered was her mother scooping her up and frantically putting her in her car seat with tears streaming down her face. 

Sooner than later, she rarely saw her uncles again. There'd be the occasional visit, but nothing she seemed to remember. Soon, she no longer felt special, and the world no longer seemed bright. 

Two weeks before her 12th birthday, she woke up to the sound of yelling from the living room. Allison crawled out of her bed, tiptoeing to her door. She cracked it enough to get a good view of what was happening; her father was holding his head in his hands, and her mother was frantically yelling in his face. "You have a daughter, Edward! Fuck I don't even recognize you anymore!"

"I gave you years to leave, you chose this." Layla grabbed a duffle bag off the couch and began to storm out. 

"You're not gonna fucking leave me Layla!" her dad screamed at full volume, and out of her line of sight, she heard a smack followed by a crash. Allison ran out of her room finding her mother clutching her face bent over the table and her father raising his fist. 

"Daddy!" she screamed running over to him and trying to grab him away from her mother. 

That was the first time in her life she saw what he was capable of and the different man he became when he was angry. Edward turned and yanked her by the hair, pulling her away from the destruction by his hand. She screamed and cried for her mother, but the woman was already out the door. The last memory of her mother was her leaving her in the hands of her neglectful father, willingly. 

After that night in 1989, the world truly felt colorless. Allison pulled back into school and started isolating herself from everything. The following year, the Teller family lost their son to a heart defect. Pain and death clouded over Charming. 

The walls of her house were lined with spikes waiting to snap shut on her, like a fly in a Venus flytrap. The sweet smell of death misleads into a painful and agonizing death. Allison spent her teen years trying not to set off the trap, shed linger around bad parts of Charming for hours until she knew her father was gone. 

What made her reality worse was that everyone saw the bruises and marks; everyone did, but no one ever did anything. 

In her Sophomore year of high school, Allison was drained from school she just wanted to go home and sleep. Edward usually spent most nights at the club's bar getting shit-faced, so she was hopeful he would be gone. However, fate was not with her that night she could see him pacing in the silhouette of the window, a bottle clasped tightly in his hands. Allison felt the shift in the air the minute she stepped into the driveway; this was a rare episode but not one she was prepared to deal with. She knew exactly what it was; he was carrying himself with so much rage and reliving her mother's departure. There was nowhere to go; she couldn't sleep outside it was too cold. The girl came to a brutal realization that she was isolated from everyone; she had no friends, and the world kept spinning. 

With a deep breath, Allie walked onward, and a claustrophobic sensation took control of her body from the imagery spikes closing in on her. Her shaking hand held the cold door handle, slowly creaking it open, she heard the trap snap. Her ankle was cut in the violent mouth of the vicious bear trap. She tried to claw at it, a feeble attempt at prying its jaw apart. "Where the hell have you been?!"

Perhaps she could chew herself free? Ultimately, it would only inflict more damage, and her foot would still be trapped in the sharp fangs. 

The back of Edwards's hand felt like tiny daggers as it struck across her cheek. His wedding band scarred her skin. It was poetic, a symbol of her parents' love inflicting such a painful wound. A clean cut weeping the blood made from them both. 

Allison held her head in her hands, crumpled into a ball on the floor. She assumed his wrath was over; she slowly pulled herself up. Edward was in the kitchen sloppily pouring a glass of more scotch, his eyes found her with a familiar fire of anger. "Where you going girl?" he seethed, "You gonna leave your daddy like your mommy did?"

"Please," she cried, backing away from him towards the front door. Her hand grasped the handle, and he smashed into the wall, sprinting towards her. His heavy footfalls shook the trailer beneath his feet. Allison screamed, throwing the door open and running outside. She ran towards town blindly; she ran until she no longer felt the sting in her face. She found herself where the fondest of memories led her. 

The Teller household was dark; everyone was tucked into bed. Outside, she stood a disheveled version of herself. The sound of thunder roared above her, looking up into the storm clouds, she could see the flashes of lightning curling in the clouds. God's tears wept down for her, mixing with the blood that seeped from the wound on her cheek. Allison knocked lightly on the door, no one inside could hear. She wasn't sure she wanted to see the outcome of the mess created by her father, no matter how nice it'd feel to be in loving arms. It was easier to believe no one was ever there for her, and they never would be. 

Allison sat on the steps of the house, sheltered from the rain. A car pulled up out front of the house, and through the rain, she saw Jax heavily kissing a girl in the driver's seat. Allison made no attempt to flee and just sat there, Jackson jumped out of the car with his usual swagger and paused at the sight of her. 

"Allie?" he called out to her, raising an arm over his eyes to shield the rain. The closer he got the damage done to her face became more visible, "Shit, are you alright?"

She nodded weakly, "I didn't know where to go. Your house is the only address I remember." 

Jax put his hands out for her to pull herself up, "Let's get you in the house." She followed him into the house, kicking off her worn boots at the door. It looked just as she remembered; she could hear the memories of Samcro guys drinking on the sofa and their kids all playing in the backyard. "No one here, it's just us. Think they crashed at the club."

Jax gestured for her to follow him into the bathroom. Allie clenched her fists at her side to ease the trembling. The bathroom light lit up the hallway blinding her briefly, as she stepped through the doorway she could see Jax better. He'd grown up a lot over a few months, his eyes just as blue as ever but they carried a sadness only someone who knew it firsthand could read. He was searching the drawers for something to clean her wound and some bandages. "I know there's stuff somewhere- shit."

"I'm okay." Allie whispered, feeling like a burden, "I didn't even expect anyone to see me."

The blonde straightened his back, turning to face her; he felt sick at the sight of her. She was so sad, and she'd willingly dismiss her pain for his comfort. "Were you just gonna sleep on our porch till sunrise and leave?"

She broke eye contact feeling ashamed, "I don't know, figured it'd be safer than being home."

His eyes narrowed, "So it was Ed- who did that to you?"

"It's not new Jackson." She retorted defensively, she felt suddenly trapped by the conversation. Jax relaxed attempting to not scare her, however furious he was, she needed a place to sleep and a bandage on her open wound immediately. 

He'd see Edward Tear very frequently at the club; he'd do runs for Samcro for very little. He always seemed off, but he spoke highly of family values, it didn't cross his mind he'd be sick to beat his daughter. Allie always seemed reserved but he just assumed that was her way, Jax felt like he should've been paying attention to her- keeping her safe. 

Allison stood a stark contrast to the pitch-black doorway behind her. A dark crescent lining the underneath her eyes, a weak fake smile resting on her face. Her hair was wet, long, and tangled a gorgeous auburn brown that framed her sad soul. "I'm sorry Allie."

Her eyes widened surprisingly, two words she had hardly ever heard in her life. Jax's baby blue eyes looked at her with so much pity, "Don't do that," she shook her head, "I can handle myself."

"I know," he whispered. 

A few beats of silence lingered between them. Her eyes landed on a pack of cigarettes hanging out of his zip-up pocket. "May I?" Allie asked pointing to the pack. Jax nodded wordlessly and handed her a cigarette.

The cancer stick bobbed in between her lips as he lit it with a zippo he had on hand, the crackle of the flame filling the silence, followed by the clink of the lighter being shut. Allie pulled herself to sit on the counter, watching as Jax went back to searching for bandages. An unspoken promise was made in the few moments they held eye contact: Jackson would do what he could to help her, and she knew she could come to him. At last, he found the supplies he needed to clean her wound. 

Jax stood in front of her, both the same height now that she sat on the countertop. Their eyes met, and she nodded, allowing him to help her. Jax wet a rag and softly cleaned the now-dry blood off her cheek, the area had started to bruise, causing her to wince. "Sorry," he whispered.

Allie took another drag from the cigarette and then flicked the ashes into the sink, her free hand held onto his hoodie for a form of moral support. "This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?" 

"Okay," she laughed weakly and braced herself, he dabbed the alcohol-covered rag into her skin and she bit down on her lip. Dropping the cigarette and using two hands to grasp his hoodie, pulling him in between her legs. "Shit!- Okay okay! It's clean give it a rest!" She joked.

Jax chuckled, setting down the rag, his hands resting on the tops of her knees, "Tried to warn you." 

"Yeah, well, it hurts less when I'm in control," she sighed a small smile on her lips. Jax tensed his shoulders at the realization she'd had more cuts and wounds inflicted by her father. The air became thick between them. 

Allison laughed quietly pulling him from his thoughts, "What?" Jax asked a smile creeping onto his face at her contagious laughter.

"Do you remember when we were god- like 7?" She asked, "We were riding bikes and you just got your training wheels off, you were trying to show me how fast you can ride."

Jax sighed recalling the story, "Oh god."

"There was a rock in the driveway- and you- you-," Allie clutched her stomach laughing so hard she couldn't breathe, "You ate shit so hard. It's not funny I know but you totally scorpioned in the driveway, like heel to head!"

Jax shook his head in mock annoyance. Allie covered her mouth, still hysterically laughing, and she fell into his chest. Jax started laughing at just how funny she thought this memory was. 

They both were laughing like kids again, and it healed something in both of them, Jax hadn't felt so childlike since his brother's passing. "Okay- I need to put a bandaid on your cheek," he lightly pulled her head up to face him, she had a wide smile spread across her face, a real one. Jax held her face in his hands, studying it, Allie's laughing began to slow. 

The proximity of them both became alarmingly clear. Allison put her hand on his chest making him back away a bit, Jax looked surprised and offended. "Sorry- I just-."

"No, don't worry about it," he smiled and tore a bandage open. Jax delicately placed the butterfly bandage on her wound and softly pressed a kiss to her forehead, it wasn't romantic, more of a thank you. Allie smiled at him weakly, feeling tears welling in her eyes she said, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it Alley Cat."

The girl laughed and quickly swiped a tear from her eye. 

That night, Jax gave up his bed and slept on the floor next to her. In the morning, he gave her a ride home on his Harley, and they parted ways with a hug. They'd see each other in passing, but nothing like that night. Words couldn't describe how thankful she was he was there for her that god-forsaken night. 

John Teller died a year later in a road accident. Jackson would later pull back entirely, and they truly never crossed paths after that. Some nights she'd hope he would be on her doorstep, needing someone just as she did. But he was never there, he had people after all. 

Her routine was back: she wasted time in bars and back alleys waiting for her dad to sleep or leave. Life was shit but she'd get through it.

In 1996, Allison woke from her sleep with flashing lights and a knock on her door. She opened the door to two police officers eyes full of apologies. The sharp teeth that clasped tightly around her ankle and the spikes digging into her side vanished. A dull ache replaced the agony. 

Edward Tear died at 56 years old by his own hands. A bottle of vodka was in his system when he crashed into a telephone pole, lighting his car ablaze. All that remained was a charred corpse and a burning patch of grass. Allison was handed what remained from the accident. In a ziplock bag was his old bible, untouched by the fire, there was blood splattered onto the cover, dripping down the pages. 

A funeral was held on a cloudy day in August. Allison stood watching emotionlessly as members of the club said a few words about him. Gemma held her hand tightly taking the place of her mother. "Would you like to say a few words baby girl?" She whispered in her ear.

Allison looked down at the closed casket, finally towering over him. "This is enough."

She stood there unmoving for what felt like an eternity. Piney and Opie gave her words of remorse before their departure, followed by Chibs, Tig, and Clay, and sooner than later she lost track. 

She stood there watching the dirt be poured onto him. Jax stood by her his hands in his jean pockets, "Do you feel relieved?" 

Allison knitted her eyebrows together, "It doesn't feel like I've imagined it. I'm alone now, completely and utterly alone. The last time I saw half of these guys was in passing, I don't have anyone."

"You should leave," Jax states.

"What?" Allison finally looks at him; he appears older and somehow taller. His eyes were heavy and carrying an emotionless stare. Things had changed drastically from the last time she had seen him. If the grief wasn't weighing on her, she would've asked him if he was okay. 

"Leave Charming, and don't look back," he looked at her with hope on his face, "now's your chance."

He truly wanted her to get out, and then maybe he could live vicariously through her success. 

Allison laughed, "You know what I was left with?"

"153 dollars cash, a gun, and a bible. I'm not going to get far."

Jax smiled at her and shrugged, "For some reason, I don't believe that Alley Cat." 

Allie and Jax stood there in silence for a while before Jax kindly pulled her into a side hug. His rough hand stroking her arm provided a strange comfort. "Thank you, Jax." She whispered.

They broke away and Jax spit down at the grave, "I'll see you around."

Allie forced back a smile at seeing the reaction of the funeral service to his act of blatant disrespect, "See you around." 

They split their separate ways and she went home and packed a bag, preparing for her life to finally begin.

HI!!! I'm going to attempt posting my fic on here. I might crunch chapters together because it will be a long fic. I'll gladly accept tips/advice since I've never posted a fanfic on here.

[sleepybeauxshifts]

streamer dr *script reveal*

hi i'm back again to yap about my streamer dr!! i'm going to walk you guys through as much as i'm comfy sharing about this dr! so i'm just myself in this dr, i look the exact same except i have clear skin and all that stuff. and my name is the same as it is in my cr.

so instead of shifting to present day, i'm shifting to 2022 at the beginning of october because thats like my favorite month.

in my dr i'm gonna be fluent in english, spanish, and cajun/louisiana french. english and french being native languages and i taught myself spanish later on. my french accent will be a mix of a cajun and a regular french accent because most of the french i was exposed to was from youtube and tv. my spanish accent is a mix of argentina and mexican accents.

[in my cr i dont speak french. i am cajun but no one in my family speaks french as cajun french is a dying language, which is why in most of my drs i script i can speak it.]

i haven't really decide where i'm gonna live in my dr. i was originally gonna script brighton because that's where all my friends in that dr live (like tommy and jack) but i might just live in another country (likely spain or belgium) that i really wanna live and script a friend as a roommate. but i scripted that i only recently moved to wherever i live from new orleans.

{edit: i decide to live in belgium bc my dr roommate speaks french and not spanish}

and also i recently decided to double my streamer dr as a band/fame dr because that's fun so i'm the lead vocalist and keyboardist of an indie band. the members of the band are just people from my cr. (i did in fact script that i'm a good singer and i know how to write music and all that stuff)

im friends with tommy, jack manifiold, nihachu, quackity, slimecicle, schlatt, tubbo, billzo, aimsey, etc.

cool scenarios that i imagine (not specifically scripted but for visualization):

making the british/non-americans try american snacks

making my friends try cajun food on stream (ft. me "over seasoning" everything bc you can never have too much seasoning)

quackity telling people to say something *awful* in spanish and me understanding and bursting into laughter (they don't know i know spanish)

during a minecraft talent show i sing one of my bands songs but change all the lyrics to be hilarious (like a parody of my own song)

being forced to speak only french or spanish on stream with people that dont speak french or spanish

if you guys have any questions please ask i'd love to talk more about my drs!

[dewdr0pz]

hey friend! tis me back again hahah

this is gonna sound so random but anyways i was thinking.. reader coming home to hear wilbur shouting away in his room (he’s streaming for once LMAO) and deciding to just chill in the living room/bedroom for a bit. and then when wilbur’s finished and he surprised to see reader and he’s so happy to them and just aah :,) 🫶 and i had the idea of smth like a cozy night in with wilbur?? and i was wondering if u had any thoughts on that or if u wanted to write about it maybe! no pressure at all to do any of that tho <3

i hope ur having a nice dayyy! 💕

💗 You're Back! 💗

a/n: stopppppp this is so cute!! also why did my writing get really good during this

summary: read the ask

contains: excited Wilbur, tired reader, tooth-rotting fluff, pet names, kissing, & silly Haunty shenanigans overall

words: 702

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot @21-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @strangleetomz (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged)

At around 5pm, you finally got home after an exhausting day at work. You, of course, loved your job; it was your dream job, after all! Some days were more tiring than others.

You took your shoes off & put them near the door next to Wilbur's scuffed, untied Dr. Martens that had lost their shine years ago, unlike your darling boyfriend, who always seemed to have some sort of lively spark about him that nobody could quite have for themselves, which is rather peculiar, since he writes incredibly heart-wrenching songs nowadays. The shoes were massive compared to yours, almost like a clown's.

In the office, you heard shouting & laughter. You didn't think your boyfriend would be streaming, since he hadn't streamed since October, & he never mentioned any upcoming streams. Maybe he was treating the livestream like he treated Mammalian Sighing Reflex & did it unannounced to surprise people. Not wanting to interrupt him, you walked into the bedroom to take off your work clothes & change into sweatpants & Wilbur's brown hoodie that still had the smell of earthy, soothing cologne & petrichor lingering on the soft fabric. You checked yourself in the mirror. You looked okay, except for the fact that your eyes were drooping & you looked almost like you were going to collapse & fall asleep on the floor if you did any excessive movements. You yawned & stretched your arms above your head, hearing a few cracks & pops as you did such from not cracking anything all day. You then cracked your neck & knuckles, & both of them made loud pop & crack & crunch sounds. You finger-combed through your hair, tugging through the knots while wincing. You looked very dead. Abandoning the rule you made for yourself not to bother Wilbur during streams, you slowly opened the office door just a crack, making sure not to make any loud creaks.

"So, I think that'll be all today, chat!" Wilbur smiled. "Thank you all for coming. I'm so sorry I haven't been streaming as much, I've just got Lovejoy things to do. We're all very busy all the time. Here, let's have you all raid...Philza. Go raid him. Bye, chat!" He clicked the "Stop streaming" button on his PC & sighed. Since his spinny chair was still facing the PC setup, you were able to come around & hug him from behind.

"Hello," you mumbled sleepily. "I'm back."

"Angel! You're back!" Wilbur sprang up from his seat & picked you up & spun you around, causing you to laugh. When he stopped, he sat down on the chair with you in his lap. "How was work, love? Everything go okay at work?"

You shrugged. "It wasn't bad, per se, but it was just exasperating. Nobody was rude or crass to me, but I'm just really tired." Wilbur made a small "ah" sound & nodded.

"Do you want to go cuddle in bed & drink some tea?" Wilbur asked, playing with your fingers. "Do you want to do that? Or we could do something else."

"Tea & cuddles sound nice," you said. Wilbur nodded & picked you up & walked you to the kitchen. He still kept you in his arms while he made tea, softly asking you which tea flavor you preferred & which mug you wanted, or if you even wanted a mug or if you just wanted a glass. You two waited in the kitchen while the tea was being prepared, with Wilbur rocking you back & forth to a symphony only he could hear. When the whistling of the tea kettle echoed through the kitchen, he poured the two mugs of tea & handed you one as he grabbed the other & walked back to the bedroom. He cautiously placed you on the bed to make sure neither of you spilled the tea onto the soft white sheets. When he sat down on the bed, you immediately scooted over to him & cuddled up to him with his arm over your shoulders & your head buried in the crook of his neck. & you two just stayed like that for an uncountable amount of time.

Thank goodness you came back.

[dapplesndruids]

Loss

Jasper receives the news about his daughter’s death - he doesn’t take it well.

a/n: I’ve had this one sitting in the drafts for over a year now. A lot of this is personal hc/theory about the truth behind Catherine’s death, so I suppose it wouldn’t be considered canon-compliant. Just enjoy the angst ;)

“Good work today Brutas.”

The large Irish Draught horse nuzzled into his owner’s hand, savoring the nose scratches he was receiving. Hay was swiftly tossed into his stall, Brutas just as quickly throwing his head down to dine on the delicious alfalfa.

“Ah, I see where your priorities lie,” Jasper Holbrook chuckled at his - rather fat - horse’s indulgence. It had been a hard day’s work out in the pumpkin patches, the fields needing tending after the plentiful harvest of the concluding fall. 

Jasper turned his head toward the open barn door, a small smile creeping on his lips. The man was in a period of bliss - a true happiness he had not experienced since the death of his wife. Plentiful harvest (which meant many delicious pumpkin pastries from Esmerelda) and his beautiful family were all he needed to maintain this blissful state. He chuckled at the thought of his little year-old grandson with the fluffy hair plopped atop a bright orange pumpkin for pictures, his mother fussing over his appearance.

“’Suppose I’ll see you in the morning than Brut. Don’t choke on that hay ya hear?” Jasper called back to his steed as he walked out of the barn.

As he stepped out into the nippy Jorvik October evening, a cold chill was sent up his spine. Normally during this time of year, beautiful sunsets crested the horizon over the Forgotten Fields which were just in view from his small home planted right inside the Goldenhills Gate. The sky this evening was shrouded in dark gray clouds, giving the appearance of an impending snowstorm. He picked a small fallen Golden Delicious apple up that was in his path, sighing as he tried to poke his fingernails into the very tough apple skin.

“Gonna be a rough winter this year.” He threw the apple to the side, continuing back on the small dirt path towards his front porch.

So lost in his grievances over the cold winter ahead, he failed to notice his son-in-law leaning beside his front door, his features crest-fallen and weak.

“Tommy! Trying to scare me son?” Jasper chuckled, not picking up on the body language of the younger man as he made his way up his front steps.

Jasper raised an eyebrow as he examined Thomas - the man’s eyes were red and puffy, his hair looking as though it hadn’t been kempt by a comb in weeks.

“Thomas, is everything-”

“No. No it’s not... I- God I’m so sorry.” Thomas stared hard at the weathered wooden paneling of the exterior wall supporting his shoulder, not wanting to look his father-in-law in the eyes as more hot tears streamed down his cheeks. 

Nothing would ever be ok again.

Jasper’s mind immediately went to the worst- something had happened to Justin, or-

“She’s dea- gone. She’s gone. I don’t know where, I barely know why...” All the man could see was his wife’s pale face as she disappeared into the night on horseback. The explanation he had got was barely enough- she had to hide, she had to be away from them. She might die in the process, he knew that- especially if they found her. If his fucking father found her... Part of him almost wished he knew her fate, so his mind would stop its incessant wandering.

“I- What now?” Jasper numbly opened his front door, gesturing for Thomas to come inside. He did so, his body moving begrudgingly through the doorway.

“So did you two get into a fight or-” Jasper lightly stroked his chin, his mind trying to rational the message delivered to him. She was fine, this was just some silly argument, characteristic of a rather young couple-

“No. It has to do with- it’s the druids. The dark riders, all of that-” Thomas gestured meekly with his hand, placing his head in his palms as he completed the sentence. Jasper swallowed hard, balling his hands into a fist. He hated those bastards, all of them.

“She said she had to hide- had to get away so they wouldn’t take her or her connection to the island away. I know you don’t know much, but- We’ll never see her again.” Thomas trailed off, stifling sobs and watching Jasper’s expressions change violently. He knew he man was processing a load of information and thought it best to stay silent.

“So what role did you play in this?” Jasper spoke quietly, staring down at his balled fists. Thomas looked up, a deep shockwave of hurt surprise hitting him.

“Did you lead him to her- Did you threaten my daughter, told her you’d hand her over to them?” Something had taken hold inside the grief-stricken man. A part of him knew he was acting irrationally- but all of his doubts about their very young marriage and pregnancy took over his every emotion.

“No, Jasper you know I would never-”

“You did! That was the whole goddamn reason you wanted to marry her so quickly- get in with your daddy who never wanted you in the first place. You used her.” Jasper ran a hand through his hair, salty tears burning the back of his eyes. He blinked them back, the hard anger preventing any sort of rational emotion from surfacing.

His doubts about Thomas hadn’t really begun until the revelation of his heritage. He knew from his daughter’s tearful ramblings that the ever so present ‘Mr. Sands’ character was a powerful source of his daughter’s grief. However much he didn’t want to admit it, he had always kept an extra eye on the boy ever since that fateful confrontation between the snake oil salesman and himself.

“I- I loved he- I do love her. I always have. Sh- She was my bestfriend before anything Jasper- you know that.” Thomas, giving up on holding his tears back, spoke with a plead in his voice. The man standing before him was all he - and his young son - had left. Without him, they wouldn’t have anyone-

“I knew I should of kept her away from you. You’re just as much of a slimy piece of shit as your father is.” Jasper looked Thomas dead in the eyes.

Thomas suddenly felt a way he had never felt in front of the man before him- fearful, small, weak. Being compared to his father in such a way burned him on an unexplainable level- his hushed fears of becoming the true spawn of a monster crept back into his mind.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” Jasper took another step forward, Thomas leaning against the inside wall now. In the last 24 hours, his entire world had crumbled down around him. His dreams of a stable family - something he had only gotten to experience for a short time after being adopted - were smothered with those final words.

“I- be mad at me, fine. But please don’t take your anger at me out on Justin. That little boy needs to know his fam-”

“You listen to me boy- keep yourself and that little demon spawn of a child off of my property and out of my sight. It ain’t gonna end well if you don’t.” Jasper threatened in a deep, violent tone. This was a side of his father-in-law that Thomas had never seen before. It scared him.

Jasper backed up suddenly, his rational mind not believing the words that had just left his mouth. The sound of his grandson’s high-pitched giggle flashed through his mind, along with the more mature laugh of his daughter.

She was ok, she was his family. If he had kept his little girl away from Thomas, if he had never sold part of his land to the Moorlands-

But, he was a firm believer in the hardened cement that is spoken word. 

“Y-Yea, fine. I hope you can see through this one day and realize I didn’t do anything, and Justin damn sure didn’t. But fine, we’ll stay away.” Thomas met Jasper’s eyes, his monotone voice chilling Jasper to the core. A stabbing pain of grief hit him in the chest as he looked at the younger man’s face, uncontrollable tears streaming down his cheeks.

“I mean it, Thomas. I don’t want to see you or-or that boy around here ever again.” Jasper truly believed his mouth and words were betraying him at that point; that boy, the newly adopted title for his beloved grandson.

The older man couldn’t understand what otherworldly being he had pissed off enough to do this to him; take both his wife and daughter, the only two people who made his life worth living.

He’s lying, she’ll come home, she has to come home.

“Understood. Loud and clear.” Thomas swallowed hard, turning around and walking towards the door, but before he turned the handle, “thank you for everything you did for me and my parents. I-I’m sorry.” He thought the burning tears would never stop as he walked through the threshold of the door. He made it down the three wooden steps of the front porch before letting a couple of the stifled sobs escape ever so quietly.

“Thomas, my God what did he say to you?” Esmeralda Holdsworth, who had been waiting in her car with Justin, now rushed to the younger man’s side, “I swear to Aideen I’ll walk in there right now and beat the-“ a hand being placed on her arm cut impassioned words short.

“Please don’t. He needs time. W-We all do. He’ll come around, he’s just upset.” Thomas gave her a broken smile which only made the older woman more upset.

“He has no right-“

A soft pitter patter of little shoes against the rocky soil cut her off this time. Justin had maneuvered his way out of his partially undone car seat. He ran over to his father’s legs, nearly tripping multiple times die to his faulty newly found balance.

“Da, ufs.” The young boy, who had not yet mastered the ‘p’ enunciation, lifted his little arms in a request to be held by his father. Judging by the somewhat worried expression that graced his features, Thomas could tell his little boy picking up on the whirlwind of emotions around him.

“Hi bubs.” Thomas lifted the boy into his arms, settling him in the crook of his arm. Justin nestled his face into his father’s neck.

Although still too young to fully recognize complex emotions, Justin could tell his dad was different. He wasn’t laughing and emitting that rumble in his chest that the little boy found so comforting, and the ‘thump-thump’ sound in his chest was going much faster than it usually did.

“Justin-“ Mrs. Holdsworth started, ready to scold the young boy for sneaking away from his car seat. But upon looking at the two, Thomas resting his head lightly on his son’s as tears fell faster and faster, she thought it best to save the safety lesson for a later time.

“I’ll be in the car, dear. Let’s head home.” The woman placed a comforting hand on Thomas’s shoulder before turning back and walking to the car, dabbing her eyes with a small handkerchief that had been hidden away in her pocket.

“Ma home. Ba.” Justin spoke brokenly. Thomas let out a wet chuckle, once again struggling to stifle the sobs in front of his son. Catherine had usually been the one to bottle feed their son, and so he had gotten into the habit of reaching for his mother and saying ‘ba’ for bottle when hungry. He didn’t understand yet that his dad would now have to take over that role, permanently.

“Y-yea ok bubs,” Thomas lost the battle with his tears, hugging his son tighter, “mama’s home.”

Maybe if he said it just one more time, she’d be there to welcome them home with a hug and a kiss each for both of her boys. She did always give the best hugs.

And he could really use one right about now.

[bad268]

Plot Twist

Breaking News (Part 5/Final)

(Max Verstappen X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope (I had an idea, Mr. Krabs)

Warnings: cheating mentioned, toxic parents, overall hella fluffy (HERE is a link to the full playlist if you want to hear them all in a row otherwise each individual song is linked later in the story.)

Pronouns: They/them

W.C. 1655

Chapter Summary: The much-anticipated album drop of 'Plot Twist' by Y/n L/n leads to an unexpected plot twist in the end.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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July 24, 2024

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It is release day, October 16. Plot Twist dropped at midnight, and so far, it’s been received very well! Neither of my previous albums had this much attention, so it was honestly shocking seeing my name and album trending on Twitter. 

I was busy in the kitchen, eating some lunch, and avoiding looking at the feedback. I knew that I would waste the entire day reading every little critique the fans had. My publicist knew that I would try that, so they were holding my phone hostage as they worked on planning a live stream. It was a tradition at this point; day of release, I would livestream listening to every song and telling the story or answering questions between them.

I was just finishing up my food when I felt one arm around my waist as another stole one of my crisps. “Hey! That’s mine.”

“It’s one, you’ll live,” Max whispered, leaning onto my back to place a kiss on my cheek after he at the chip. “It’s not like you’ll starve.”

“I’ll tell your nutritionist that you ate a pack of crisps,” I joked. 

“It was one!” He complained, turning my head to connect our lips in a few small kisses. When we separated, he whispered, “I’ll buy you more if you’re that concerned.”

“Alright lovebirds, I need to steal the singer,” my manager interrupted the moment.

“I’ll be right over,” Max joked.

“Ha ha, Max,” my manager replied sarcastically. “Are you going to be beside them or behind the camera?”

“I’ll stay back,” he answered, already pulling a chair to sit behind the camera that was pointed at the couch. “It’s your moment.”

“Thanks, liefde (love),” I said, taking my spot on the couch. “Let me know when you start it.”

“If you’re ready, I can start it now?” My manager asked, receiving a thumbs up from me as I fixed my appearance one last time. They pointed to me, signaling that I was live, so I smiled and switched on my stage persona. 

“Hello everybody!”  I greeted, scanning through the messages flying on the screen. “It’s everyone’s favorite day; release day! I’m going to play my new album, Plot Twist, which is available now on all platforms, and answer your questions about each song. Let’s get started with the first single.”

Track 1-Ava

“Everyone knows this backstory, but something you might not know is that Max helped me with the melody on this one too,” I laughed as Max groaned in the background.

“I helped on basically every song. I should get royalties.”

“I think you’ll live, Mr. Third-Most-Paid-Sportsman-Under-25,” I mocked.

“Oh fuck off,” He laughed, moving to play the next song.

Track 2-Seven

“Again, another very popular single, “I chuckled, “Not gonna lie, was almost titled ‘Fling’ or ‘Freak Out’, but Max thought 'Seven' was more ominous.”

“I did not! Stop putting words in my mouth!”

“Denial doesn't look good on you, schat (darling).”

“I’m not in denial,” He opposed. “I just said ‘Seven’ sounded better than ‘Fling’ or ‘Freak Out’.”

Track 3-Bigger Person

“Think we all know who this is directed at,” I sighed with a look directly at the camera, “But actually, it was a combination of the breakup and my personal problems with my family, and this is one of my most vulnerable songs. I’ve been working on it for a long time, and it is one of my favorites on the album. I think I did the idea justice, and I hope some of my fans find comfort in this song.”

Track 4-Flowers

“Flowers is another very close-to-home song. I used to have a huge fear of commitment, and with my ex, the very first thing he did was introduce me to his family by saying he would marry me,” I admitted, remembering the details of the night I met the Leclercs. Now, I have no contact with Charles, but his brothers and Maman still text me every so often. Arthur actually called me to tell me how much he loved the album earlier today. I smiled at the memories before continuing. “That actually didn’t drive me away as it normally would have, so I felt safe and comfortable with him right away. Maybe that’s why I put up with everything for so long. And anytime there was a big fight between us, instead of talking it out and resolving it, he would get me red roses. It was always an apology, and I can’t look at red roses the same anymore.”

“For everyone always asks why I get them carnations, daisies, or dahlias, this is why,” Max spoke up. “I’m the man that treats you right.”

“Yes, yes you do, Maxie,” I laughed, looking over at him. “I love you. Now, next song!”

Track 5-Somebody to You (Acoustic)

“When I realized that I loved Max, I couldn’t get him off my mind at all. I knew I wanted to be someone important to him, but I didn’t want to be overbearing and make him think it was a rebound,” I explained quickly. “However, even as a kid, I knew I would be with him because we were just always close like that.”

“They came to me whenever they needed support, and same for me with them,” Max elaborated, “We were just always close like that.”

Track 6-18

“It started when I told Max that I loved him for the first time at the Austin Grand Prix last year. He responded immediately saying he loved me since we were 18 before either of us actually understood love. It all just flowed from that moment. Max was actually able to help me on some of the lyrics for this song, but I promised I wouldn’t say what verses he wrote apart from the obvious.”

“Apart from the obvious? Really?” He laughed.

“Y’know, if you’re going to be so vocal during the stream, why don’t you just come on camera?” I challenged, knowing he didn’t want to be on the stream, but he was acting too involved for someone who didn’t want to be here.

“I’m fine here, thank you. Onto the next one.”

Track 7-That Part

“This is our story in a song,” I sighed as I made eye contact with Max, him winking at me, causing me to smile and drop my head. “ I jokingly told my friends and family that I would date Max at some point when we were like 8, so the end was kind of a ‘haha told you so’ to everyone who said I was lying. It was actually a surprise to Max, and he didn’t know I was writing this. When I played this for him the first time, he cried, but he loved it. I hear him singing it every so often, sometimes it’s in English and sometimes in Dutch, but either way, it makes me happy that he loves it. It means I did our love story justice.”

Track 8-Eternally Yours

“Max and I wrote this together. We wanted a song for our wedding, so we poured everything we had into this song. I also pulled in my friends, Chris and Ricky, to write with us. Chris and Ricky are masterminds when it comes to writing beautiful melodies with strong meanings, so I knew they would be the perfect people to collaborate with. If you know their band, you’d know that their more heartfelt songs like Fatal and Sinematic were written by these two,” I said, going onto a short tangent about my friends and co-writers. Then I remembered that many of my listeners don’t listen to them so I said, “Shameless plug here, check out their band, Motionless in White if Eternally Yours is your favorite from the album! They’ve got new music coming soon, but you didn’t hear that from me. They’re actually covering this on that album but with a metal twist.”

As soon as I saw the chat explode, I knew I messed up somewhere. I looked at the messages and found one that said, “WEDDING?!” I knew I just outed that we were engaged by accident. “Well, cat’s out of the bag everyone. Max proposed when he heard ‘That Part’ for the first time.”

My manager let out a loud laugh as they read one of the comments. I looked at them skeptically, so they said, “Chat wants Max to reenact his proposal.”

“Say less,” Max joked to himself as he walked from the other side of the camera to kneel in front of me.

“What are you doing? I thought you didn’t want to be on camera,” I laughed, moving my hands to mess with his hair. He started shaking his head to get my hands away from the strands as he pulled out a box. 

“I planned this to be a little more romantic than you jokingly messing up my hair,” He chuckled, using his other hand to fix it. “Can’t really back out now with hundreds of thousands of fans watching, now can I?” He reached out to grab my left hand as my free hand to hide my red face. “I think there’s only one thing left to say, wil je mij voor eeuwig de jouwe laten zijn (Well you let me be eternally yours)?”

“Altijd schat (Always darling),” I whispered as I pulled him in for a kiss as he pulled the ring out to place it onto my left ring finger. “That was pretty close to the first time.”

“Minus you messing with my hair, and you cried a lot more the first time,” He chuckled, sitting next to me for the end of the stream.

“At least now I can wear my ring in public,” I said before leaning in to kiss him one last time. I pulled away as my manager announced their presence again, causing us both to laugh. “Ok guys, that’s the stream. We will see you at the next album stream! Bye!”

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October 16, 2024

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Fin <3 (unless y’all got ideas for more. I’m open)

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▀▄▀▄▀▄The Weight of Stones▄▀▄▀▄▀ (𝚐𝚗!𝙼𝙲)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍: 𝚀𝚒𝚞/𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝙾𝚙𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍) 𝙼𝙲 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 (𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝙻:𝙽&𝙵)

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝:

I am so sorry this was requested back in October and I'm just now uploading it- but please enjoy! Just a heads up- as I'm invisioning this, they are closer to step 3 then the step 2 prolouge, so this kinda like an inbetween chapter I guess.

(Heads up- as I'm writing this, I've noticed that this is gonna hit really close to home for some since it gets pretty heavy into the angst part of hurt-comfort. Please be careful while reading.)

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

It was painfully obvious for those who paid attention, and even for those who barely kept tabs on it- Qiu Lin and Tamarack Baumann...they don't get along. Everyone in the small town of Golden Grove knew it, including the one who stood between the two- MC Second. Those closest to MC, mainly their mother, could see the way they constantly tried to hold the cul-de-sac trio together, grasping at straws to keep what little of their childhood friendship remained.

However- their effort has been proven futile time and time again. And we all know the saying: 'the straw that breaks the camel's back'. Eventually, they to would break down- no matter how strong or tight they held onto their apathetic mask.

(𝙼𝙲'𝚜 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎)

It felt like I was drowning, no longer in control of my own body as I was forced to watch my two friends stare daggers at each other. The world around me was muffled, they were saying things at each other and yet I couldn't understand the words they were saying- I only knew that it wasn't good, they were fighting. Over what? I hadn't the slightest clue, it's just been this way- for awhile now.

I'm so tired.

My body was strained, being pulled towards two opposing sides- yet wanting nothing but the past laughter and fun we had as children. Exhaustion swallows me whole as I slowly, quietly, and completely unnoticed as I walk away from the two. I just wanted to go home at this point- and yet? The house that was once filled with joy and laughter, echoing down the hall as we told each other stories and kept each other up way past our bedtimes, no longer felt the same. It was cold, quiet, and yet somehow welcoming- the silence was always better than the muffled screaming of others.

This was the first time they'd let themselves genuinely argue in front of me, normally they kept their time with me as a neutral space- a cease from the firing of guns. Sure their slight jabs at each other never faded, but even so- that could be considered playful banter. Or at least that's what my mind told itself- what I told myself, just so I could attempt to rest easy at night.

Maybe this was my fault, they only started fighting because I kept pushing them to be around each other. Had I just...let them drift apart this wouldn't have happened, they would've lived on without needing to communicate with each other- but no. I had to be selfish. I just had to make things worse didn't I?

I entered my house, removing any extra layers I had put on today- carelessly putting them on the couch and floors along with my bag before heading upstairs. The weight of anything unessential felt burdensome, I didn't even lock the front door behind me- I couldn't find the motivation too. Once in my room I threw my shoes into a corner, flopping face first into my bed- grasping a pillow close to my chest as it became hard to breath.

I wanted to scream, but I once again- couldn't find the motivation, as tears streamed down my face.

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗)

Shortly after MC had walked away, Tamarack and Qiu realized the absence of their mutual friend. Worry struck them both, despite Qiu not outwardly showing it like Tamarack so willingly did. "Where did MC go?" she asked- mainly to herself as she looked around, hoping to spot the bridge that kept the trio together. Autumn shrugged, looking around lazily- they didn't show it willingly but worry was burried deep in their heart. "Maybe they finally got sick of you, I dunno know." they proded, almost eliciting a snap response from Tamarack.

She may not be willing to stand up for herself normally, but she definetely wouldn't let Qiu- of all people, make her doubt the closeness between her and MC. After all- they were bestfriends, right? Since the second day they've known each other and they both confirmed it. That hadn't changed...right? She shook her head quickly, glaring at the taller of the two. "Or they got sick of you finally. I can't understand how they stick around you after all this time!" she responds before pinching the bridge of her nose with a groan.

"Y'know what? I'm going to find MC and apologize for letting your stupid remarks get to me in front of them, if you're tagging along then I highly suggest keeping up." she says before walking away, towards MC's house- hoping that'd be where she'd find her friend. Autumn rolled their eyes and followed after her, not caring all too much about apologizing but worried for their friend- one of the few people who they kept around in this difficult time for themself.

By the time the duo had gotten to MC's house, the sun had set- the sky being dark and the threat of rain became extremely apparent as heavy storm clouds rolled in over the town. The feeling of electricity in the air mixed with their worry made them both far more anxious to know if MC really was within the walls before them. Tamarack knocked, receiving no answer and only boosting Qiu's nerves. Neither of them liked how it felt detrimental to get into the building quickly, almost like a rush of adrenaline shooting through them both simultaneously. Autumn nudged past Tamarack, their expression shifting from their relaxed front to anxiety in an instant- they reached for the handle and tried to open it.

Seeing the door creak open, revealing a dark and quiet house was terrifying. Leaving too much room for their imaginations to wander, especially with the door unlocked- had something happened? Tamarack flicked on the light, quickly spotting the mess of clothes and a bag that remained untouched in the living room. A slight relief ran through her as she was now certain that her assumption of MC going home had been correct, but when the soft sound of dry sobbing came from upstairs the two made eye contact with one another. Worry etched across both of their faces, a mutual agreement to not jab at each other for the time being was made without words.

Slowly the two went up the stairs, locating the source of the crying. Hearing mumbles of things such as:

"It's my fault..."

"I'm so selfish..."

"I just wanted to be happy..."

The voice was hoarse and muffled by a pillow. Looking into the room, Qiu and Tamarack saw something that broke both of their hearts. MC was curled into a ball, laying on their side, clutching a pillow like a life line, shivering, and crying. Most beyond their small trio would've never seen something like this, they were always so optimistic about things and their mask was as hard as stone. Rarely had the cracks gotten bad enough for the mask to completely shatter and allowed them to break down like this, they were the strong one- no matter their muscle mass.

Hearing them degrading themself, blaming themself for the two not getting along- even going as far to see themself as selfish for wishing for the past... It triggered something in Autumn, the person they relied so heavily on day after day had been hurting and they too had been far too blind to see it- it made them feel incredibly guilty, they had been the selfish ones. Not MC. Tears pricked the corners of their eyes as they slowly entered the room as quietly as possible- yearning to comfort them as much as possible.

Tamarack's reaction had been similar- she didn't want to believe that she had been so neglectful of her best friend's needs, but the proof was right in front of her. It clicked in the back of both of their minds in an instant- they both had been bad friends. Without realizing it they turned their rivalry of sorts into a larger priority than their friendship with MC. Now knowing just how much they'd affected their friend's mental health, they wanted nothing but to take it all back.

Once she broke from her shock- Tamarack moved quickly, faster than she had intended, getting onto MC's bed and pulling them in her chest- holding them tightly as her own tears spilled from her eyes. Stunned, MC froze- looking to see Qiu approaching slowly and hearing the choked sobs coming from Tamarack. Once Autumn had finally gotten to the bed, they sat down on the edge and grabbed MC's hand gently- massaging their knuckles lightly, something MC had done for them in the past to calm their nerves.

It felt like an enternity went by at the trio cried together- one crying silently, the other with their voice already hoarse from previous events, and the other much more vocal about their sarrow. Once it had calmed down, tears now dry and everything was out- Qiu was the first to speak, voice soft and slightly shaking from all the emotions.

"MC...We are so...so sorry for ignoring your needs, we prioritized our stupid rivalry over our friendship with you- I see now that we have been really bad friends to you. You shouldn't have to chose between us. You aren't selfish for wanting things to be as they were before. I am so sorry for not seeing the warning signs that you needed help too..." they explained, clutching MC's hand tightly- their partially gloved hands cold and shaking slightly. The cold inside only amplified but the chill and rain from the out, making MC realize that they hadn't bothered to turn on the heater once they got home.

Tamarack slowly let them go, rubbing under her eyes with her sweater sleeve to try to clear the crust left behind by the tears that were shed. "I- I'm sorry too MC. We're supposed to be your best friends, and not even I noticed what you were going through. I thought...I dunno- I just." she took a moment to restabilize herself before she cried again. "I was a bad friend to you as well MC, and I am so sorry if we accidentally made you feel unimportant or selfish because of our stupid inability to get along. We care a lot for you, but I'm pretty sure we'd both understand if you need space from us both for awhile."

Her approach was professional, but her voice betrayed her harshly as she couldn't withhold the shakyness of it. A habit she had attempted to pick up from MC- using professionalism to hide true emotion in situations, though she was never very good at it. MC however- was somewhat of a master at it, having used it whenever Tamarack's brother had shown up to see her unannounced.

MC hesitated for a moment before pulling the two in for a hug, they had been shaking for a while- though it had calmed down, their nerves still felt a bit fried at the moment. They didn't say much when they spoke, Autumn's arms wrapped around their torso gently and Tamarack's wrapped loosely above their shoulders, but their voice was soft- a calm breeze despite the storm outside.

"Thank you...both of you." that was all they could say in the moment, keeping the two opposite personalities close as their exhaustion reached peak compacity. "We'll...we'll stay here until Ms. Second gets home, go ahead and rest. I promise we won't fight like that anymore." Qiu's voice was soft as Tamarack nodded in agreement, all three were tired now.

However- as the three slept, it marked a new chapter. Sure the two wouldn't always get along, but they swore never to allow themselves to fight like how they had been- especially if it risked their mutual friendships.

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