#i think she should get to be those things too bc i never thought i'd get here

[hua-fei-hua]

when i was in my second year of high school i sat next to this guy in history whom i didn’t rlly get along w/until i saw him writing love letters to his girlfriend and offered to fold them into hearts for him. i wonder what he’s up to.

[pumaskulls]

i remembered my super edgy self insert from my flipnotes days(prolly around 11-12 years old),,,,,

we no longer have the same name, gender, orientation....or really anything in common anymore. she isn't me anymore and hasn't been for a long time. but doodling her made me miss her a lot. maybe i'll spruce her up and give her a new story, let her be happy this time around.

we made it, kid

[busket]

gravity falls rant, cw sexual assault and harassment

seeing the gf fandom do a full 180 on billford is so odd to see and kind of infuriating because I had so many nasty rumors and lies spread about me in 2015-2018 because I liked them as bitter exes. a callout google doc was made and I never read it, but I know it framed me as a creep and an abuser. all because I thought a cartoon nerd and a triangle had a fascinating dynamic that was dark and compelling

in 2017 or 2018 someone sent like 70 messages to my curiouscat just repeating RAPIST RAPIST RAPIST RAPIST over and over again. I'd never even had sex at that point, and I had just cut my dad out of my life for actually being a pedophile and a rapist. so that was traumatizing! that really hurt me!

I also know it was because I had a NSFW account where i drew porn (i was an adult, i was clear i only wanted adults following me. and I still do draw nsfw, I'm not ashamed of that now but these folks made me ashamed of it for years) that included some porn of trans men, like Stanley or Stanford as trans men (NEVER together bc I've always been staunchly against incest or pedophilia ships) and these people framed me as a transphobe and a transmasc fetishist

well obviously I'm a trans man now and I didn't know it at the time but those drawings were a way to explore my own relationship with gender. I even look like Stan and Ford now, obviously i latched on to them as trans men because I wanted to BE them. but I believed it when people called me a piece of shit, I assumed all trans people would despise me too and I'd committed a horrible sin and it forced me back in the closet for another 5 years.

the people doing this were teenagers at the time, a few I thought were my friends/mutuals, and they made that part of my life kinda miserable. I was already miserable with other shit going on in my life. I ignored most of the harassment to make myself uninteresting and to avoid the possibility of becoming a lolcow but it involved anonymous messages both on tumblr and curiouscat, I even got a few emails just mocking me. even in 2019 when some people were like "oh yeah she's moved on to moomin, this is what her art looks like now, I can't look at it without thinking about how much she loves rape :/" which was NEVER true!!! I liked Ford and Bill as bitter exes but it was always consensual in my mind.

Anyway I don't ever expect or even want an apology. I'm sure they don't realize what an effect that harassment had on me during literally the darkest years of my life. to them they were just teasing a weird girl on the internet for fun, or very seriously warning their friends against whom they'd been lied to about being an abuser, but I was a closeted trans man trying to finish college, my home life was abysmal and abusive, I hated myself, i hated my body, my only friends were online, and when I'd log on for some escapism I was met with another message like "hey, you should block this person. they're saying some really cruel things about you on their account. I know it's not true but it looks like some people are believing it."

gravity falls was so important to me as a show since oregon is my home and it felt so authentic to my own childhood being interested in cryptids and going camping and visiting shit like the Oregon vortex as a child. but the fandom was the worst I've ever been in. it ruined my enjoyment of media online for years. so idk. I guess I feel somewhat vindicated but it would also be nice to get those years back and not be harassed and bullied online about something so stupid and unimportant

[p0rk-guts]

waitt but what's different about your ocified velvette... i like her a little but find myself wanting more substance from her in canon tbh

TEEHEE WHAT A GOOD QUESTION I TOTALLY DIDN'T SET PPL UP TO ASK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay sew me and @ajistorpid were talking and they inspired a good chunk of my ideas so you can blame them for feeding my sick delusions.

Read more just like last time bc I talk too much sorry but there's art in there too oooo you should look u should read my ramblings

As far as I know, Velvette has no canon age at death, cause of death, or death date so based on what we know we just crafted our own headcanons. AJ proposed she might've had parents who ran one of those family vlog channels with her as the face of it, becoming a child influencer under her parents' control. I was thinking she could've been a child model- yk like. dance moms or something. Idk I don't remember what was happening on that show— anyways. Yea

Either way she grew up constantly controled and perfection was her standard. All of her outside thoughts and feelings and interests and opinions were constantly dismissed in favor of what made her more marketable. She never did get that popular in life tho, and her mentors always shamed and blamed her for it.

Idk if this is canon or not, but the idea of the sinners designs reflecting their vices or things they regreted or hated in life is an untapped gold mine to me so that could explain where Velvette's supposed doll and clown themes come from. Became a toy dressed up and paraded around for the entertainment of others + joke never taken seriously. She'd hate that

(As for how that ties into my redesign…. me and AJ were thinking she could be a vampire doll, but I'm not sure IDK I wanna sketch that out and see what it's giving)

In hell she easilly fell back into this warped facsimile of her old life bc it was all she knew. "she feels some form of pseudo control and enjoyment because she has no one pulling her strings now" (<-AJ) SHE'S running things!!! Who's the puppet now!!!!!!

Then THAT had me thinking too because now that I think about it. Why Is she the backbone of the V's?? She's like. An undergrad student in my mind at the MOST and Vox and Val are two men pushing 40 I'm sure. I think a big part of it is the fact that those two are almost complete and utter buffoons who let their emotions cloud their actions constantly, Valentino most obviously but even tho Vox seems more composed like when he's talking Val down from his outburst and when he was talking to the press, we can still see he's a total mess—especially where Alastor is concerned. He lost it so bad during their duet HE SHORTED PENTAGRAM CITY'S POWER.

Now out of all the V's we've seen the least of Velvette (I'd call it what it is but yall gon get real mad at me), The most we really got out of her character was the overlord meeting (and despite her huge ego and unruly behavior she did end up speaking facts), so maybe she Is just as unstable as them in canon but canon is SHIT and this isn't about canon anymore. In my mind she's very much in charge of the back end of their work. Vox is obviously the head of the operation—or at least he seems like it to me—what with the tech company having his name and with him answering the interviews, but I think that's all he is. The figure head. Velvette is the brain behind it all. When Vox proposes new buisness endeavors off the cuff she's the one who goes back and makes sure they're getting handled properly because he doesn't really dig into the backend of how things happen. Vox goes to most of the conferences or whatever (Vel's too busy running her shows and serving cunt after all) but Vel follows up on what was learned.

(also yeah all that makes this very much an au of an au bc it'd take a lot of radical changes for the two of them to be friends I think. It's fun to imagine anyway)

Quoting AJ here bc I'm bad at paraphrasing and they said it well:

"And if we're going to make her sympathetic, (obviously not excusing her enabling a rapist) Val and Vox are grown ass men and she never got to experience the world outside a camera

Velvette is easily malleable with no real relationships!! Some victims tend to gravitate towards people who are similar to their abusers the only exception is that she feels like she has control this time"

THIS this. THIS! Okay uhh vague personal experience w/ abuse cw ig. skip this paragraph if you don't wanna hear it. But It kinda reminds me of my relationship with my parents- NOT THAT I SEE THEM AS TWO DADS AND A DAUGHTER I DO NOT BELIEVE IN THAT NOTION IN A POST PILOT WORLD If future content proves me wrong it proves me wrong but at this moment they're all equals in my mind (…and I hc them as poly BUT WE'LL GET THERE) but In my situation it's like. I hate my parents for the abuse they've caused me, my mom more than my dad bc she's satan incarnate, but there are still things I like about my dad and. Tolerate. About my mother. We still can talk cordialy and spend time together, have fun together even, and I show affection to them, but deep down I know I wanna cut my mom off later and maybe my dad too depending. Additionally my mom is completely Incompatent and pulls none of her weight so despite it all I've been forced to pick up the slack and become half the brains of this family. I do chores she should take care of. Handle money. Make important decisions about our health and safety she doesn't care about.

AAAny ways. This is so my version of Velvette. No I'm not projecting (I am). She pulls a big chunk of the weight around there (some of it being carried by Vox and virtually none by Val). She's very close with the two of them but isn't a fan of everything they do (Cares more for Vox than Val in my mind). Speaking of, she definitely isn't some saint now, she still makes the love potions and is Impassive to both Val and Vox's behavior, but part of that Is her just seeing it as part of the business. Shady practices and exploitation are par for the course in any business to her. She never truly grew out of the harmful mindsets ingrained into her by whoever her enabling caretakers were in life and they're still apparent in hell. (Maybe she even experienced some of the darker sides of exploitation in life but was groomed into thinking it was okay contributing to why she doesn't see Valentino's actions as heinous. Idk. thinking on it)

Circling back to my poly V's idea. Idk it just seems plausible to me. Vox and Val already have their whole thing going on, they all live together, and they all have nicknames for each other (Vox calling her my dear, Val calling her baby doll, Vel calling Vox darling). Ik that could just be their personalities and the pet names don't have to mean anything more but this is MY au and my word is gospel hope this helps. It just makes sense

I could go on and ON about the toxic insanity of the Poly V's in my mind— particularly between Vox and Valentino— but this is NOT their post so maybe next time. As for Velvette, I get the vibe that she'd be intimate with both of them and enjoy it but she's never the one to initiate anything. Sometimes they're all like this 🤞🏾 and others the boys are a complete turn off to her (main example being the difference in her attitude towards Vox in episode 3 vs episode 8). Her tolerance of them flips on a dime depending on how they're acting. She also prefers to be a casually entertained observer to VoxVal more often then not (ex. end of episode 8 imo)

Boys aside. My Velvette is still a social media influencer and she's all about advertising. advertising products (like the love potion), clothing looks, technology... Heck even herself. "You're nobody if you don't wear this or use this or look like this ^ - ^". Projecting on her even further by making her have a love/hate relationship with her profession aka the modeling aspect of it: she's always had a genuine love for fashion and dressing up but the internal pressure for perfection she's placed on herself makes it hard for her. She's very hard on her models and designers bc of this

Couldn't think of a segway for this but also WHAT HAPPENED TO VELVETTE WANTING TO FIGHT THE ANGELS??? The "full assault plan" against the angels??? And then when the fight actually came they were all just lounging around watching it go down like it was afternoon tv????? This isn't even a "we'll get to it in season 2" thing did they honest to god forget? Did that line not mean anything??

Well I didn't forget and it's pissed me off since my first rewatch of that meeting scene. Don't think we don't know how the V's got the angel head, but In my head Velvette was the one who initially proposed the idea for an assault against heaven and her insatiable need to feel respected and feared only spurred this plan on, incredible risk be damned.

It also felt weird to me that Velvette just. Let it go when Carmilla said the meeting was over. Just. "Oh ok! Plan cancelled no more attacking heaven ^ - ^ I'm gonna go scroll for the rest of the show!" Hu h. My au-ified Velvette would definitely fight her on it— if she thought killing angels would change the game and Carmilla held the secrets behind it she would pry! Blow up at her about it until she wasn't getting results and bitterly storming off with as much composure as she could muster. Not wanting to team up with Carmilla but find some way to use her for all she was worth and get her way in the end, use the power and resources the V's had to actually make a plan. Would it have worked without the Morningstars? Eh. Either way I'm sure she could delude herself into thinking they were the most powerful people in hell. Ugh I don't wanna make an au rewrite of the show and I that was never my plan so idk where that'd go but. Yea

ANYWAYS anyways. wow you made it to the end somehow! Here's your treat :3

Context u didn't ask for: Some days Velvette overwhelms herself with her own impossible expectations. Nothing she creates or puts out is good enough. She gets extra anxious about her following; nothing's happened to them, but what if they see the miniscule flaw in her latest clothing that she sees? What if she's no longer perfect? (Even worse in the vamp Velvette redesign of her bc she literally feeds off their attention and admiration)

She'll snap at everyone and disapprove of every look and then hole herself away somewhere where she crashes and is just. So. Tired. But she'll be out of it the next day, ready to keep the conveyor rolling.

[angelofverdum]

Station 19 S07e10

19!

I'm overwhelmed by feelings. It's amazing how much fictional characters can make you feel.

My hope and wish for the end of these characters was for them to have a resolution and be happy.

Honestly, I can't complain. Maybe I should wait for the excitement to die to write anything about it.

But I love the ending for every character. I loved how they incorporated these "dreams" into the action scenes.

Andy as Chief is a great resolution for her. Jack being her true love was not something I was expecting. I feel it was something they pulled out at the last minute, and don't get me wrong I'm not opposed to it, Andy and Jack could have worked if they had more seasons and Grey wouldn't have left.

Ross. I'd hoped Natasha had something more in mind than marrying Bob but she is always being "My man My man My man" so it's fitting

Robert. One thing I loved about these flashforwards was that they were connected. Sully dreamed of that because in Ross's dream, they were already married, so he got to be with her.

Travis's most important relationship is with Vic. If I had Vic as a friend, I'd be like that too. Uprooting your life like that to move with your best friend is really brave.

Warren is probably my least favorite character but that's because he is boring but he is a good man. I was emotional watching his kids all grow.

Beckett is so unserious because why is he dreaming of Ross' sister.

Vic. She made me cried because she deserves everything that it's good in life. I'm so so so happy she didn't end up with Theo. She is helping people and living her best life. My beautiful queen.

Carina's dream is so important bc she had no one, her brother and mom died, and her father is trash. She was alone and then met this stubborn firefighter and said I want a big family with her, and that's what she did. Bring her back to Grey's you cowards.

Maya. My sweet beautiful, reckless, bisexual, hot, brave, selfless, stubborn, broken Maya. Her future was so bright without clouds. She falls asleep thinking about her wife and three kids. Maya who made me come back for season 2, and here I am seven seasons later, just a mess of emotion.

When I saw Carina enter that bar, it took me a whole ass minute to realize what they were trying to do. Why Carina was there. I'll never forget that excitement and I'll always be thankful for pairing them.

It's so weird to see that kind of representation. We didn't need coming out stories or the usual homophobia. Also, they were proud bisexuals and I'm always thankful that Maya said that with her whole chest. That was so important.

Now, my random thoughts about the episode.

I love the scene with the aluminum thing. That was cool and terrifying.

I loved it when Andy showed up. I was crying like she rescued me.

Danielle is so bad at screaming, her voice cracked up so much.

I loved Maya worried about Andy

I loved Carina suiting up finally. It was so funny.

I loved that we got to see adult Prue, and my god the legacy she is carrying.

I loved to see Andy as chief and Maya as captain.

I loved Carina doing what she preaches. Like Maya my god make yourself useful and give that woman an orgasm.

I'm not a fan of the Deluca-Bishop name tag because I just don't like hyphenating last names in general but I think it is cute they did that little detail for the fans who have really been asking for it.

Now for the last scene, keep in mind, that I've been crying the whole episode. Then this hit

I just laughed out loud. Omg, those are some terrible wigs. What was the point? What were they trying to achieve? To make them look older?

You should have put some gray hair and move it along. Like why they were having a bob off. Why would you do that to them?

Let me clean my eyes with Maya's real bob and the hottest she looked in the show.

Anyway, I'm always thankful when I get to experience a TV show so deeply. Even tho the cancellation is unfair. At least we got a proper ending.

I'm also glad that we got actors who cared deeply about their characters and respected them so much.

I'm a mess but 19 forever.

[mastersoftheair]

ok, so my own final (and very, very fresh) thoughts, bc i wanted to wait until i'd watched everything to make a sweeping opinion of the whole series, and it's quite opinionated. and long. probably too long. i write essays for fun (everyone point and laugh):

my personal (and very, very fresh) ranking of the hbo war shows (not including gen kill bc that's a different war, sorry) goes- band of brothers > masters of the air > the pacific (it's the same for my title score rankings. that hasn't changed yet)

my main points of contention with MotA are 1) the nine episodes, 2) the length of the episodes, and 3) certain editing choices. nine episodes, compared to the classic ten, isn't Nearly enough time to showcase all that they wanna showcase (especially when the episodes are as short as they are, once you get past the recap and "next on" parts). and they wanna showcase A Lot! there so much going on! i'd ask them to pace themselves, but they literally Can't!

i mean, the editing choices are a Whole Thing! practically gives me whiplash sometimes lol. i feel like the weaker episodes still have parts that are Really good, but like. Individually. they don't work together as a stronger whole, which is to the episode's detriment. rather than jumping around (as the show often did), they could've benefited a lot from focusing on the One Story instead of squeezing three more stories into there (i say that, but i think the 4-5-6 episode run (all with multiple stories per episode) did this very well while Still being very good episodes, so it's not like it Can't be done, it just didn't work for 7, 8 and (partly) 9). granted, i suspect a chunk of the weird editing can be blamed on, well, there being only nine (and not all that long) episodes and no one wanting to cough up enough money for a tenth. ugh! i'm blaming both hbo And appletv for this (and covid19 ig). it's just One More Episode, how much could it cost?? and on the subject of episodes, why no episode titles? you used to love episode titles! i could've brainstormed episode titles for them For Free!!

when it comes to the characters, the rankings remain the same: BoB > MotA > TP. it's not totally fair tho, since BoB followed the exact same (and large-ish) group of guys from beginning to end, so you're Gonna know who they all are and get attached. this wasn't the case (for me!) when watching TP, since, unlike BoB, they jump around from group to group. i never felt like i got to know them all that well, outside of the main characters. i think MotA almost hits that sweet spot, especially knowing they had those two main things going against it: large cast And jumping from group to group. there's a case to be made for bias here (i Was the blog blogging about everything MotA for like. years.), but i still think they found a good enough balance of fleshing out the main characters while Also helping the audience get to know about a bunch of minor characters, of which there are a shitton (and their personalities, motivations, backgrounds, quirks).

there's also the representation of women. actual angel renée lemaire is and will always be a cut above the rest (bastogne is just That Good, argue with the wall). she's written so well that it almost makes me forget about how a bunch of women are portrayed in carentan. i have...issues with how women are portrayed in TP (even tho i love lena), so there's that. MotA falls in the middle (again) bc there's Way more women on-screen, but the writing can be questionable. balanced (as all things should be?) captain l'sandra wing-westgate is a character of all time, but episode 7 birthed the craziest discourse known to man (the hbo war fandom), but it wasn't all that unwarranted. manon and michou were sooo cool, but we didn't see nearly enough of them (another victim of the 'editing too many stories into one episode' problem. why not a whole resistance episode? or at least as the only b-plot?). paulina was interesting, but fulfilled one of those 'attractive foreign woman gives sage advice during/after sex' tropes (there's probably a tvtropes page for that idk). so many red cross girls, but none of the in-depth payoff :/ epic highs (multiple women!!) + epic lows (writing women??) = pretty tolerable. not great, not terrible. it was aight. i trust the fandom to build on this tho.

narrative is the big one tho. it's the whole "doing so much with so little" thing they've got going on (i'm ignoring their big budget here lol, could've been bigger). rather than having one main story with many connecting side stories (like BoB), it does the TP thing where there's many semi-connecting side stories set in the same general area. it helps that there's crosby's narration (i enjoy narration, sue me!), and he helps everything connect, sorta. but there's still other side stories that have Nothing to do with him (sandra's side gigs (revealing what she did takes away the mystery of what she Might be doing), the tuskegee airmen, quinn and bailey's eurotrip). would it have helped if there were two narrators (say, someone like rosie)? idk. gonna sit with that one. if there's a through-line, it's not super obvious like in the other two shows. which is insanely funny to me bc i literally like TP less, but that show's got an Extremely tight through-line all the way down. i can't lie and say it doesn't!

back to budget- i've seen people criticize this show for being called "masters of the air" when there's not much of "the air". ig that's fair, but there's the money issue, again. also, it'd get very repetitive if they were always in "the air". there was enough confusion about identifying who was who with the masks on, so imagine if that was Every Episode. out of All the issues the show has, this is the least issue-y. again, that's just my opinion, and it could change.

another budget thing (i think??)- idk enough about costuming and hair for period pieces so i can't comment on that with my 0 background in it, all i Can say is that i knoooooow people were clowning on marjorie cleven's hair in episode 1 (and i could see why, no such thing as 1940s beach waves). but from what i could understand- that actress' addition was a last-minute thing (bc i had No idea who the hell she was and i already found someone cast for marjorie all the way back in 2021). maybe there's something to say about the quality of rush jobs, but i really do think it was the most last-minute thing bc it came out of Nowhere, and timeline-wise, it looks like that bit was done long after everything else had been filmed. outside looking in, it seems something probably went wrong/didn't work out with who or what they already had and there wasn't enough wiggle room (time and money) to fix it. this isn't me being an apologist (lol), but i feel like a theorist at a big board bc nothing adds up! and i wanna know what happened! i'm just speculating! speculating on this blog is All i did for like Years lmaooo.

this is more of a side thing, but some of the lines in MotA feel really on-the-nose, almost corny. and that was Gonna be a knock against it, but there's some equally Extremely on-the-nose lines in both BoB and TP (Especially in BoB), so if i give MotA shit for it, i'd have to give all three shows shit for it lol. none of them are free of cheese.

another silly aside- no peaches, no main gingers, no main eugenes! we can't have 'em all, but c'mon!

there Is some good tho lol. one thing that MotA really has going for it, that i think the other shows have less of, is- and GOD it feels so weird to call this "world-building" when it's actual goddamn history, but- it's got world-building. maybe that isn't the best word for it. but i like how much Bigger ww2 feels in this show. BoB is one stop, then the next stop, then the next stop, which is, admittedly, good from a narrative-perspective (easy to follow), but not as good when you want a scale of how devastating the war is (in fairness, it was filmed in 2000). even TP feels pretty "enclosed" in a way. there's island-hopping, yeah, but all the damn islands look the same (not including australia lol). it's a theatre of the war we otherwise don't really get to see, but there still isn't all that much to see. it's water and sand and rock and dirt. which is the point, but Whatever! would've been cool if we saw sledge and co. in china, but moving on. MotA's able to really show the scale of it, both in the air and on the ground (that scene in germany during episode 6 was both harrowing and fantastic, also the inclusion of the actual children forced to fight nearer to the war's end in the finale). idk i just liked how it was able to zoom in and zoom out (and in and out again) in a way that the other shows weren't.

another thing it's got that the other shows don't is Really driving home how young everyone is (not "child soldier" young, but damn young). the cast is full of baby faces (rip babyface). a lot of ww2 shows/movies don't bother casting to reflect this, but i think overlooking that takes away from the overall impact. you browse through some old newspaper articles or photos of soldiers during ww2 enough and you're gonna Regularly get hit with the face of someone who looks like they could've sat in the desk next to you during a high school lit class. a lot of those b&w grinning faces look like kids bc they pretty much were (more so if they lied about their age). you don't really get that in BoB or TP (it's Crazy when the real life pics of the soldiers portrayed in those shows look younger than the actors).

i'm mixed about the tuskegee airmen. what we have, i love (thank you, dee rees). unfortunately, my biggest irk is that it leaves me wanting more of them, which i won't ever get. speaking as a black person (not speaking for All black people, just how i personally feel about it), having them included feels like a catch-22. if they weren't included in any capacity (all while knowing there were whole tuskegee airmen in stalag iii with the white main characters), there'd be a problem. however, including them (all while having these time constraints and not enough focus on them) leads to the feeling of having them "tokenized" (which i can see). there's no world where there'd be 50/50 split (even a 70/30 split) bc, at that point, just give them a show of their own. but there'd still be a general annoyance that big budget ww2 shows are only ever white. on the other hand, hanks and spielberg and orloff and miller and all the directors (except dee rees) are white, and how good of a story about black people are you really gonna get from the perspective of nonblack people? that in mind, i personally don't feel put-off by having the three tuskegee airmen in the posters/trailers/promos, bc i just Know there'd be a whole nother problem if they weren't included in them at all despite being in the show for however long (it'd be even worse if they made their pictures smaller). like i don't work in advertising, but i don't know if a "sweet spot" even exists for something like this. people would be pissed off no matter what imo (i'm also speaking with a bias here bc i had to browse through sooooo many comments written by white guys whining and crying and pissing and shitting themselves once they learned that the tuskegee airmen were gonna be in the show in Any capacity, so i'm just cool knowing they're in shambles rn (and josiah cross- he played richard macon- always goes Wild seeing his face in the promos, and his joy is pretty contagious).

i give it somewhere like a 7.5-8/10. 3.75 stars out of 5. not perfect, subject to change, gotta marinate, but i'm overall happy with it! MotA's best episodes are better than many other individual hbo war episodes. should i be grading it using the overall sum of its parts, not just the different parts? idk, i'm not being paid to grade lol.

[halucynator]

Hi Lucy~~~ ✨ Please can I request a Draco Malfoy fic based on Maisie Peters ‘You to you’? x

You to You

I cannot express to you how happy I am that you requested this. I absolutely love Maisie Peters and this makes my day because she is one of my favourite artists (I have a lot lmao) and she is so underrated hope this is what you wanted xx sorry this is so late x I was trying to make it good xx

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, cursing (BC it's the lyrics), jealousy.

Summary: Draco did you dirty and you are determined to get back at him. And you're very good at expressing that.

Yes, this text contains of lyrics from other Maisie Peters songs, sue me (cause !! atleast !! then !! we !! could !! talk !!) they are in blue italic x

Three months ago today, he had your heart on a plate. You ate takeout on the floor, you gave the world to him and more.

As you saw Draco enter with his new girlfriend, you felt nothing but rage. You were such a perfect girlfriend and yet he decided to leave forever for something that won't even last.

"It took him a minute. To rip us up in a minute. To say he's done with committing." You said loudly enough for Draco and his new girlfriend to hear.

Draco sighed as he heard those words, knowing for well they were about him.

"Jesus Christ just move on already." Draco mumbled under his breath but you heard him.

"Oh, don't you think I'm trying." You said, offended by the audacity he had to say that.

As the rest of the common room burst into chatter, you sat there, observing Draco: how he talked to her, gave her time like he never did to you.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡*:☆

"I lost my friends, took his side! Had his back cause I thought he had mine. That was then, I was wrong." You said to Pansy as you entered your dorm that you shared with her.

"Hello Pansy! Hello y/n! Nice to see you! Nice to see you too!" Pansy mocked annoyed at the lack of introduction.

"Pansy, you know there's no time for introductions right now." You said glaring at her.

"Ok fine! What did he do now?" Pansy asked.

"What did he do? WHAT DID HE DO? WELL I DON'T KNOW PANSY, HE'S DONE A LOT OF THINGS! FOR STARTERS, HE PLAYED ME! THEN HE BROKE UP WITH ME AND MADE IT SEEM LIKE MY FAULT. THEN HE GOT TOGETHER WITH THE ONE GIRL WHO EVERYONE HATES." You half shouted at Pansy.

"Not many people hate Astoria." Pansy replied.

"That's what you got out of this?" You glared at Pansy, your voice dripping with annoyance and anger all together.

"Ok, what do you want me to do about it?" She asked.

"Well for starters you should- well that and- I have no idea." You said looking for an excuse to involve Pansy but failing miserably.

"Exactly. You're digging in this too much. You two are over. You need to enjoy your life." Pansy said.

"That's the first smart thing I've heard you say Pansy! Thanks!" You replied.

"No problem- wait what?!" Pansy pouted looking offended.

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You hoped that he'd find someone that he trusts. And he gives all his darkest secrets up. And then you hoped they break his heart in two.

"Hope she does a you to you to you to you to you." You mumbled under your breath as you saw him enter with Astoria.

"Still on him?" Theo asked seeing you stare at him.

"No way!" You replied.

"What he did was pretty shit. You deserve better." He said smiling at you.

"I shouldn't be surprised, he's not the 'meet the parents' type, he said he needed me, wanted to be with me, just didn't want his friends to see." You said as you glared daggers at him.

"Wow what a liar. What else did he say?" Pansy joined in on your conversation.

"Well, he said I was different. But I wasn't different, I was just a girl he said he loved. Now I wish that I'd listened." You said.

And you lost your friends. Took his side. Had his back cause you thought he had yours. That was then. You were wrong.

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"oh great there she is. She's so obsessed with me." Draco said to Astoria as you stared at you.

"I hope that you finds someone that you trust. And you give all your darkest secrets up. And then I hope she breaks your heart in two. Hope she does a you to you, to you, to you, to you. I hope you give her everything you got. And she tells you you're special when you're not. And then I hope she breaks your heart in two. Hope she does a you to you, to you, to you, to you." You murmured glaring at him, indicating just what he had gotten himself into.

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"I know I'm being bitter but my letters didn't get through to him. Knocked out both my owls oh look at that I guess it's two for two (sorry I couldn't come up with anything better ☠️)." You stated to Pansy angrily.

"He also might've sort of called you a psycho to all of us." Pansy said nervously.

"Calling me a psycho to our friends and that's not news to me. Wish it was, but honestly that's just so him. He should keep in mind that there's nothing I do better than revenge." You said angrily.

(yes a Taylor swift reference)

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"I heard you've been talking about me behind my back." Draco says. "Care to tell me what you've been saying?"

"It's none of your business." You said death staring him.

"It appears to me that it is very much my business. You're talking about me and for all I know, your pathetic self could be spreading rumours just as pathetic as you." He said surprisingly calmly.

"oh you wanna know? Here. This is what I've been saying." You began.

"Y/n no! You're better than this." Pansy stated. But it was too late. She should've known it was too late.

"I hope you think you've finally found the one. Then she fucks you over just for fun. Cause then maybe you'll realise what you do. Hope she does a you to you." You continued. Draco gave you a look as if daring you to continue.

"So I hope that you find someone that you trust and you give all your darkest secrets up. And then I hope she breaks your heart in two. Hope she does a you to you, to you, to you, to you, to you. Oh I hope she, yeah, I hope, I hope she breaks your heart."

"You don't mean that." He said seemingly unamused.

"Baby, oh you know I hope she does." You said shocked by his audacity.

And you hoped she would.

You hoped she would.

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I hope I didn't misinterpret the meaning of your request xx thank you for the idea! I love it! Request again 💖

[theghostbunnie]

A concept I was yapping about in a server a few months ago I think I should share here copy n paste style bc I kinda cooked w it

Nurf thinking him and Ered were good friends but Ered veiwing him with the same closeness she views the rest of the campbell kids like "yeah we're all friends" but he's like but I thought *we* were friends together, like Nerris and Harrison and Preston? Like Max Nikki and Neil? Like -

"Dude you're just listing parties of three,"

"I'm listing people who were *closer* Ered"

And she's just secretly awkward like wtf do you want from me? What do you want me to say? You were..a different kind of annoying than the rest sometimes, maybe less? Constantly trying to challenge me to bets n shit was atleast entertaining?? I'm not gonna poor my heart out to you just because you ask me to. Wanna go have therapy in the open woods for children to laugh at??? Wanna make a big blow out scene??

But she doesn't actually SAY any of that she just thinks it and gives him absolutely nothing to work with and Nurf just feels more alone than before, literally all he wants is a friend and the one he thought he had apparently didn't view him to the same extent and it makes him feel so shitty.

And maybe he could chalk it up to "Ered's just like that" but if I may be really silly and say in this concept she's become friends with Tyrone n Mitchell already Nurf just feels straight up *replaced* and takes it out on those two FREQUENTLY keeping his real feelings as to why he's being a dick a secret for once.

He goes to punch somebody else and it's a whole monologue first how this is bc of his dadBut he just *insults* these guys and doesn't even laugh at his own words like he usually does after.

And it doesn't even!!!!! Effect them!!! And it pisses him off worse!!! Even using the most petty tactic he still can't get any of them to hurt like he does and it's so frustrating.

Mitchell n Tyrone (I'm picturing this was a years worth ongoing problem or they were already in a HS AU)) pick up on something being off and finally get Ered to give some information and like girl no wonder the guy has been a total angry piss baby I'd feel terrible too if the one person who was the most regularly talking to me and sitting with me all summer only saw me just as important or lack there of as everyone else.

"You're saying it like I hate him, I don't, but I am getting irritated with this whole thing.. I'm not gonna start being MORE of his friend because he's throwing a fit"

Tyrone's like "but he's really not..? He's been leaving you alone now if you hadn't noticed, and mostly just saying the odd insult to us."

Mitchell: "You don't have to be his friend if you don't want to be that's your right."

Ered: "THANK you. Finally someone says it."

Mitchell: "But he gave you *his* friendship for a very long time and you did sort of spit on it. There's kind of a obvious reason he respected you enough to never make you a target"

"Because I'm technically top dog and he's two notches away from bottom dog, socially atleast."

"Because he *cherished your companionship,* Ered. He's pretty fuckin' equal opportunist if you haven't noticed."

Ered, starting to realize: "..............crap" bc!! Damnit Nurf is a sweetie under all his layers and she knows that and the guilt of hurting him is kinda weighing.

Ered leaves to go talk with him and Tyrone and Mitchell have what I think is a little funny interaction where Mitchell light heartedly is making a comment on the exchange they just had.

" 'top dog' no way she just said that, what is this, prison?? Did I wake up in *prison*?"

Tyrone, just as confused, speaking over him agreeingly: I know I know

And Nurf's just sitting in his room when his mom announces he has a friend here and he's like 'whuh' and Ered just. Steps in and stands there.

".. what do you want.?" Bc when she DOES talk to him to hang out, it's something she wants to do, *he's* stopped initiating things. And Ered has multiple people she's "not really close with but she calls over to do specific hobbies with" since she has so many hobbies.

"Just here to talk."

Okay now she has his attention did somebody fucking die what

"I haven't been a good friend to you." She states it pretty neutrally and flatly like everything she says

Nurf's just looking at her. Girl it is a Thursday afternoon on god's green earth he is trying to do his homework rn. Half of the awnsers atleast.

She doesn't even say sorry. That was just the statement she knew was true now. "If you would like,,.. I can be a better one." She looks over once then nods her head simply.

"You're offering to be my friend just straight up like that?" Is this kindergarten.

"Feel free to decline, man." She shrugs, still neutral.

"No,no I'm not saying that" he puts his pencil down. "Can I just get an honest awnser why I wasn't one to you before?"

Ered sighs. "Promise not to tell?" Speaks a little quieter.

And he is listening SO HARD!!!!!!!

Ered inhales rlly slowly, sticks her hand out to reintroduce herself.

"Meredith Miller.

__Everything I do is to protect myself.__"

He just makes a little bit of a face like go on elaborate on that for me he is so confused and so intrigued and by what he's ASSUMING so far should he be offended.

"You're alot better person than you were back then, people don't give you enough credit for that."

The simultaneous embarrassment of remembering his hardcore bully era and the flattery of a genuine compliment like that being so rare from Ered to anyone.

"And I couldn't trust you that well then as I think I could now. Most of my friends sort of just learn this out themselves slowly but you're not going to unless I spell it out I guess. I'm not a vulnerable or open person, like, at all? Everything I do is to hide I'm flawed. Even *capable* of flaw. I build a reputation, so when I do make little mistakes, or have little quirks, people think I'm doing it ironically, or something, so people just *always* have the best assumptions of me. I abbreviate words over text I don't know how to spell off the top of my head and people think I'm just being cool. I still like how Capri moon tastes and people think I'm just too cool to even care what I have to drink because I'm so above judgement."

"So you're just.. constantly pretending?"

"No, ..sort of."

"I do it so I *can* be myself without it tanking how people veiw me, an actual genuine image of what I am I just work hard to make sure people are *nice* about it. Most of them atleast." Like a safety net built from a good reputation.

"Bigger mistakes though.. people turn on me.

And you were always turned against everyone, dude"

"Sorry.."

"It's fine. We've all got our methods." She understands his behavior comes from a really similar place.

"Nothing I said leaves this room." Pats her hand to his doorway twice as she walks out of it. "See you around."

"..... CAN WE GO BOWLING SATURDAY?"

Ered sort of stops herself mid-way going out the front door. "...Sure!" And is a little surprised he already wants to chill with her

[cozy-mp3]

three's a charm

ellie x female!reader x dina

you, ellie and dina are just friends, until you're not.

word count: 8.9k (ish)

warnings: smut, brief mentions of nightmares + sleeping medication, fingering (reader receiving), cunnilingus (reader giving + receiving), so much kissing, ellie n dina bicker but it's sweet, reader is not called honey (sobs), reader is kinda shy/quiet + has a lil tiny bit of backstory

a/n: hi! today i bring you the threesome fic no one asked for! i've been rewatching a silent playthrough of tlou2 (i'm a shit gamer lol) and i'd kind of forgotten how much i like dina as a character so here we are. abby fics incoming soon, maybe, idk. knowing me, probably. there might be a sequel to this bc i love their dynamic, i'm not promising anything tho bc i become incapable of writing anything if i feel an ounce of pressure to do it lol

MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL CRY

you don’t really know how you fell in with ellie and dina, years on the road with few companions and nobody your own age had made you introverted and shy, nervous to form attachments to anyone lest you lose them. but somehow, they’d worn you down, cracked through the firm walls you’d built around yourself until you could comfortably call them your friends, your best friends. It’d been dina at first, she’d been the one to give you a tour of jackson and the one to show you where you’d be sleeping, where you’d eat and where you’d work. she hadn’t been put off by your awkwardness or your short answers to her meandering questions and she wasn’t discouraged by the way you could hardly return her smiles. 

instead of pushing you away, she’d only pulled you in closer; inviting you to eat with her, to spend evenings with her after patrol, to read with her, to drink with her, to dance with her. it’d made you feel warm from your cheeks down to your toes when she’d wrapped her arms around your waist one evening, guiding your clumsy movements into something that resembled the dancing couples around you. it still makes you heat up to think about the way she smiled at you as she spun the two of you around, the way her eyes crinkled and her hair fell over her face. 

it hadn’t taken long for you to meet ellie once you’d started regularly spending time with dina. though she was more reclusive in comparison, she still made an effort to talk to you, to include you in their conversations over dinner and sometimes she’d go on these long winded rambles about space and science and things you couldn’t hope to understand without a textbook in front of you. she’d always blush when she’d notice you and dina listening intently to what she’s saying, not quite knowing what to do with all the attention so squarely on her. sometimes in those moments, when ellie is looking down at her plate with her cheeks bright red and her hair falling into her eyes, you’d glance over to dina and share a private smile with her. it’s closeness you never thought you could have, so new and so special it made your heart ache when you thought about it too long. 

so, maybe they were a little closer than your best friends should be but the current arrangement was working and you didn’t want to be the one to ruin whatever it was between the three of you. you don’t want to lose ellie tying your boots up tight before patrol and helping you clean your guns, the way she gives you private smiles across busy rooms and the way she hums to you and dina on late nights when it’s just the three of you and a blunt, when you’re all more asleep than awake. 

you don’t want to lose dina and how she gets you breakfast in the morning, the way she can always tease a laugh out of you no matter how hard the day has been, the way she’s dedicated herself to teaching you how to dance and how she lets you curl into her chest when you’re plagued by nightmares, how her heartbeat is steady and strong and her lumpy couch is just big enough for the two of you. 

sometimes, on those nights when sleep escapes you, ellie comes over and the three of you squeeze into dina’s bed with her happy yellow bed sheets. you spend the whole night feeling too hot pressed between the both of them, those nights are your favorite. ellie occasionally lets out soft little snores and dina’s hair tickles your chin from where her head is nestled into the crook of your neck, you can feel ellie’s arm tight around your waist and dina’s warm thigh pressed against yours. it’s always those nights you sleep the best, despite the slightly lumpy mattress and the way the duvet clings to your hot skin, you don’t ever want to lose it.

it’s one of those evenings when you find yourself over at dina’s, sleep hadn’t come easy for a few days in a row and patrol had been hard because of it, you kept finding yourself getting distracted or your eyes slipping closed despite your best efforts to stay alert. you were lucky ellie had been your partner today, she’s much more patient with you than most other residents of jackson would’ve been, she’d practically had to do double the work and wouldn’t hear it when you tried to thank her. 

she’d dragged you to dina’s when the two of you had gotten home, both of you scrubbed clean from a quick shower and already dressed in pajamas as you stood on her doorstep, ellie playfully trying to step on your toes in what you had affectionately dubbed her grandpa slippers as you waited for dina to open the door. they’re a little bit hideous and look like they’re made out of the kinds of carpets that get ripped out of homes and used to fuel fires in winter, ellie loves them though, so you won’t tease too much.

when dina opens the door shortly after ellie’s second round of loud knocking she takes one look at the two of you and shakes her head fondly, grabbing you each by the wrist and pulling you inside. ellie wanders straight towards the small kitchen in search of snacks and you press yourself up against dina’s side until she wraps an arm around your shoulders and lets you hold onto her. you sigh out a happy breath and try to subtly breathe in her scent, she smells like whatever soap she’s been using, a little like weed, like the vanilla candles she burns in her room and like her. 

“you ok?” she asks from above you, resting her cheek on top of your head and shifting you around until you’re tucked comfortably against her. you only reply with a nod, wrapping your arms tighter around her as ellie reappears, bag of jerky in her hand. it’s the peppery kind dina hates, you’re pretty sure she only keeps it around for you and ellie to scavenge from her cupboards. ellie leans against the doorway between the hallway and the kitchen, one foot propped up so her stupid grandpa slipper hangs off as she watches the two of you.

“you two look so pretty,” she says, gesturing towards the both of you, jerky in hand, “this lighting is crazy, golden hour or whatever,” she continues and you can’t help but smile at her, dressed in sweats that are a size too big and a tank top that’s a size too small so about an inch of her stomach is exposed, her big fuzzy robe hanging off of one shoulder, you think she looks pretty too. “lemme go get my journal,” she hums absentmindedly, stuffing the jerky she’s holding into her mouth before tucking the bag into the pocket of her robe and disappearing again in the direction of dina’s room.

“you wanna go make sure she isn’t tearing your room apart?” you ask after a few quiet moments, resting your chin on dina’s chest and looking up at her amused face. ellie’s right, the light spilling through the windows does make her look pretty, it softens her features and brings out the tan of her skin, the little flyaway hairs framing her face look golden and her eyes are bright and happy as they usually are. you doubt you’re as pretty as her, you don’t think it’s possible.

“sure,” she replies with a smile, leaning forward to kiss your forehead before she untangles herself from you. you feel cold when she lets you go but she takes your hand in hers to lead you upstairs so you don’t get the opportunity to miss her touch too much. her palm is soft against your own as she leads you up the stairs, her fingers tangled up with your own in a way that makes you wish she’d never let go.

“why’d you move?” ellie asks with a little pout when you reach the doorway of dina’s bedroom. she’s sat on dina’s rolling desk chair, the desk in front of her covered in evidence of her searching for her journal, dina’s possessions set into piles either side of the battered cover of it. “the lighting down there was so perfect,” she sighs, tapping the end of her pencil against her bottom lip.

“we can let the light in up here,” dina tells her before she can continue her complaining, letting go of your hand and walking over to the widow to pull back the curtains. the room is bathed in the same golden sunlight as the hallway downstairs and ellie hums happily, any arguments already forgotten. dina sits down on her bed one she’s tied back the curtains and pats the spot next to her, smiling when you sit beside her and lean against her heavily. “nightmares kicking your ass again?” she asks, her arm wrapping around your shoulders and her hand finding a tense spot between your shoulder blades.

“yeah,” you sigh, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around her hips, “maria told me they might be able to find me some pills to help next time they do a med supply run, but it’s gonna be a week or two before they go,” you mumble into dina’s shoulder, the soft material of her shirt muffles your words, though she hums in thought so she must’ve heard you.

“maybe you need to relax more,” she suggests, her hand rubbing firm circles into your back. ellie huffs out a laugh from across the room and when you turn to look over at her she hasn’t moved her eyes from the page in front of her, her pencil moving quickly, “no, i’m being serious, it feels like all your muscles are tensed up,” dina says, she turns to look at you with a sympathetic pinch between her brows and you can’t help but smile at her. 

“it’s not that simple, dina” ellie sighs before you can reply, the scratching sound of her pencil stopping as she studies the two of you with a concentrated frown, she tilts her head a little and squints before she turns back to the page and her pencil starts up again. “she can’t relax just because you told her to, it doesn’t work like that,” she adds, “if it was that simple she’d never have a nightmare again.”

“you might be right though,” you tell dina hurriedly, not wanting to lose the soft look on her face, “we can ask around, maybe someone can help me out with it,” you say, giving her an encouraging smile and squeezing your arms around her in a tighter hug, “els’ is right though, i don’t think i can just relax by myself, it’s hard,” you finish with a sigh, resting your cheek back on dina’s shoulder.

“well, i could try and help,” dina says slowly, a questioning tilt to her voice, “at least with these tense muscles you’ve got, i’ve been told i’m pretty good at massages,” she says, enthusiasm already bleeding back into her tone.

“who told you that?” ellie asks, eyebrows raised in amusement, her pencil has stopped moving again as she watches the two of you. she’s relaxed into the chair, her legs spread comfortably with her jornal propped on her thigh and her lips quirked into a smirk, “i can’t believe you didn’t tell us sooner,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mirth at dina’s exasperated expression.

“it wasn’t important before,” dina huffs, shaking her head at ellie’s amusement, “and don’t think you’re getting anything from me after raiding my pantry before even saying hi,” she adds with an exaggerated furrow in her brows, her face easily softens when she addresses you, her eyes warm and sympathetic, “i’ll give you a back rub though,” she smiles, tapping your hip and pulling away so you’re free to move, “lay on your front, this will be great, i promise,” she tells you.

“ok, d,” you nod, laying down on your stomach and pillowing your head on your arms. you don’t really know what to expect, no one's ever offered you a massage before, sure, you’ve seen other people receive massages but it’s never involved laying down on the bed of one of the girls you kind of want to kiss. it isn’t until dina has swung one of her legs over yours to straddle your thighs, just below your ass, that you begin to think this may have been a mistake. “what’re you doing?” you ask her, cheeks heating up as she shifts to get comfortable, you can feel yourself tense up beneath her and it only makes you flush more.

“i gotta get comfy,” she tells you, leaning down over your back so her chin is by your shoulder and she can meet your eyes, “and you need to relax,” she says, her face fond and slightly amused as she runs her hands up your sides, “c’mon, close your eyes,” she whispers, you do as she instructs and take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you allow your muscles to relax beneath her. “good girl,” she says softly and it takes all your willpower not to squirm, you can feel her warm palms through your thin pajama shirt so you try to focus on that, on her gentle touch and not her weight above you or her praise when you follow her instructions.

“you’re totally playing favorites,” ellie calls to dina from the other side of the room, it might’ve made you laugh if you weren't so focused on keeping your body lax and regulating your breathing. it’s a halfhearted complaint and you know she doesn’t really mean it, so you don’t make any effort to move, only opening one of your eyes to glance at ellie. she’s watching you both, her pencil is back in hand, scratching away at her notebook hurriedly. her hair is falling into her eyes and if you were in reach, you’d tuck it behind her ears, you can imagine the appreciative smile she’d give you, the way she’d squeeze your hip or your thigh or your arm, whatever’s in reach, the way she’d turn to brush her lips against your cheek, if you’re lucky.

“only because she’s so much sweeter than you, els,” dina replies, squeezing your hips once before she sits back up and begins to run her hands up and down your back. she chooses to ignore ellie’s protests that she’s very sweet, actually, you only hum in agreement when ellie asks you to confirm, unable to keep the smile off your face. once ellie is quiet save for the sounds of the pencil lead scratching on paper again, dina begins to massage you, beginning at your lower back.

she pushes her thumbs against your knotted muscles, the constant but gentle pressure working out the aches. the repeated motion is surprisingly comforting and you find yourself relaxing without having to think about it, your breathing evening out and your eyes struggling to stay open when you try. it isn’t until she ascends to the middle of your back, her fingers kneading the each side of your spine that it starts to feel really good, so good it startles an appreciative moan out of you and god, is it embarrassing.

you tense up again, eyes flying open, you can’t sit up with dina’s weight still heavy on your back so instead you press your hands to face, trying to hide your embarrassment. you can feel dina pause above you, her hands still and warm on either side of your spine, the sound of ellie’s pencil has stopped as well, the room silent besides the soft breaths of the three of you.

“i’m sorry,” you manage to squeak out, your embarrassment only increasing the longer the room is quiet, “i didn’t mean for that to happen,” you add quickly, not able to prevent yourself from squirming in discomfort. you can feel dina shift above you and you hope she says something to ease the tension in the room, she’s good at that. she doesn't make a move to shift off of your body so you can quietly hope she isn’t weirded out by your reaction, that she doesn’t want to stop.

“it’s ok,” she says eventually, she still doesn’t make a move to remove her hands, only shifting her weight a little above you, “it felt good right?” she asks as she slowly resumes massaging you, “that’s what i wanted, i wanted you to relax and feel good,” she adds when you don’t respond, her thumbs pressing more firmly again until she pulls another soft moan from you. “you wanna keep going?” she asks, her breathing is shaky and you can hear insecurity seeping into her tone so you nod quickly, turning your head enough to meet her eyes so she can see your sincerity.

“yeah, i wanna keep going,” you reply before you press your warm face into her bedsheets, closing your eyes tight and trying to ignore the growing heat between your legs. dina continues slowly working her way up your back, the heavy silence of the room only broken by your occasional stifled moan or whimper. she pauses when she reaches the bottom of your bra, sucking in a deep breath before she leans down over your body again, tucking your hair behind your ear so she can see your face.

“can i undo this?” she asks, one of her hands splayed out over the side of your ribs and the other gently tugging your bra strap where it lies on your shoulder, “i wanna give you a proper massage,” she hums, “wanna make you feel as good as possible, only if you want it though,” she continues, her hair is brushing against your skin and you’re trying to focus on her words and not how her body feels pressed up against you.

“i want it,” you tell her, your voice sounds a little raw and you try to hide your face again but she doesn’t let you, she trails the pads of her fingers over your cheek and you’re sure she can feel how warm your blush is making you. she doesn’t mention it though, instead sitting up so she can run her hands under your shirt, pushing it up slowly enough that if you wanted to protest you could. you think, privately, you wouldn’t tell her to stop if the world was ending but it’s a sweet gesture and you offer her a smile in thanks. 

she gently maneuvers you until she can pull the shirt over your head, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before she begins to work on the hooks of your bra. she gently runs her hands up and down the unobstructed length of your back when they’re all undone, her fingers trailing lightly over the red mark it’s indented into your skin. her hands feel even warmer on your bare body, her skin is soft against yours and her touch is sure and unfaltering, no longer hesitant. you can feel her shift above you again before she’s reaching over you to help your arms out of your bra straps, gently tugging it from beneath your chest once it’s free and tossing it in the same direction as your shirt.

“fuck,” ellie curses softly from where she’s still sat in dina’s desk chair and suddenly you’re reminded of her presence, you squirm again and glance up at dina who looks just as flustered as you feel. there’s pink staining her cheeks and she’s dutifully not making eye contact instead looking down at her hands where they’re resting on your back, “don’t mind me,” ellie says hurriedly when she notices how the two of you have frozen, “or i can, like, go, if you’re uncomfortable,” she adds and you spare dina another glance before shaking your head.

“you can stay, els,” you tell her, turning your head to look over at her so you can give her a reassuring smile. her cheeks are a little red too and she’s abandoned her journal and pencil, both of them sat on the edge of dina’s desk, she’s slouched in the chair a little, her legs spread wider than before and her elbows are propped up on the arms of the chair. her hands are clasped together and as she relaxes again she rests her chin on top of them, her eyes leaving yours to meet dina’s.

“yeah, ellie, you’re good,” dina nods, giving ellie a reassuring smile of her own before she looks back down at you, “you still ok?” she asks, smiling a little wider when you nod and situating herself comfortably again, “alright, you’re being such a good girl for me,” she tells you, tapping the end of your nose with her finger lightly, “just keep being still,” she instructs, her hands squeezing your sides lightly before she resumes the massage, her thumbs rubbing firmly just below the spot where the band of your bra had been resting. 

you close your eyes again and let out a heavy breath, your body slowly relaxing back into dina’s bed. your cheeks are still a little warm and you’re trying very hard to ignore the heat between your legs, though it only seems to get worse as dina continues, her hips pressed up against your ass as she leans over you. you can hear ellie moving around on the other side of the room and you crack one of your eyes open to look at her, letting out a soft laugh at the way she’s shuffling over to the bed in the chair, the wheels struggling to roll on the carpeted floor.

“listen,” she starts before she has to pause to let out a short laugh of her own, “i was trying to be subtle,” she says, reaching over to brush her fingers against your shoulder once she’s in reach, “carpets don’t allow for seduction, i’ll keep it in mind for next time,” she chuckles, pulling herself right to the edge of the bed so her legs are touching the mattress. 

“you were aiming for seduction?” dina asks sounding deeply amused, “i’ve done all the seducing here, els, you were sat with your mouth hanging open while i was doing all the work,” she says, gesturing to the little pile of your discarded clothes and smiling all smug down at ellie who’s brows have pinched together in a little frown. you have to fight off a fond sigh and an eye roll, you can tell she’s taken dina’s bait.

“hey, not all of us are good at this shit,” ellie protests, crossing her arms across her chest. she looks equally ridiculous and attractive like this, manspreading in the office chair with her hair loose around her face, her jaw clenched enough to emphasize the line of it, fuzzy robe falling down her shoulders and pooling at her elbows. “plus it isn’t the seduction part that matters, it’s what comes after that that counts,” she insists.

“whatever helps you sleep at night,” dina hums, still sounding rather happy with herself. ellie doesn’t continue their little argument, instead turning her attention to you, taking in your soft expression and letting her own face smooth out into a smile. dina’s working on your shoulders now and you can’t help but close your eyes, opening them after a moment to see ellie’s face level with yours, her eyes already on your own.

“is it working on you at least?” she asks, her smile betraying that she doesn’t really care, though you nod anyway just to see her smile widen enough for her teeth to peek through her lips. “that’s good, a fifty percent success rate isn’t bad,” she says, her face is slowly inching towards yours, she’s close enough that you can see each of her freckles individually, even the tiny ones and the way her lips are a little chapped. 

there’s an eyelash stuck to the top of one of her cheeks and you lift your head up to free one of your hands so you can brush it off. her smile gets even softer if it’s possible as she wraps her fingers around your wrist, holding onto you as she leans forward to press her lips to yours. her lips are warm and soft and you don’t quite know what to do with yourself as she cups your jaw and deepens the kiss. her hands on you grip a little too tight and her palms feel a little sweaty, like she was nervous, it makes your heart melt. 

dina’s stilled above you, her hands squeezing your shoulders lightly though it could hardly be considered a massage, it feels more subconscious than the purposeful motions she was making earlier. she shifts against you and this time you can feel how her thighs squeeze either side of you, how she tenses and then relaxes again a few seconds later. you almost feel overwhelmed between the two of them, dina behind you and ellie in front, you don’t know who to pay attention to.

you pull your lips away from ellie’s a few moments later, breaths coming out in slightly ragged pants. you feel yourself blush but you can’t pull your eyes away from her face, her eyes and her spit slick lips and the way her own chest is heaving a little from her heavy breathing. she smiles at you and leans over to press another brief kiss to your lips, her hand around your wrist squeezing light and reassuring.

“ok, ellie, i’ll give it to you,” dina starts once ellie has pulled away from you again, both of you turning enough that you can see her face, she has a blush high on her cheeks and it looks like she’s been biting her bottom lip, “that worked on me,” she says and ellie smiles her triumphant i told you so smile that you find more endearing than you’d ever let her know.

“you want a kiss too, d?” you ask, your heart beating fast with nerves though they dissipate when dina nods quickly, like she thinks you might change your mind if she takes more than a moment to respond, “lift up a little,” you tell her, wigging a beneath her until she lifts herself up enough for you to roll over. she sits back down on you, straddling your hips and leaning over you, her hands braced either side of your head. you don’t have time to feel self conscious about your bare chest as her body presses up against yours, you’re more shy about how your hands rest on her hips, how you can feel body give beneath your hands.

“come here,” she tells you, leaning down so her face is level with yours, her hair forming a curtain around the two of you. her nose is brushing against yours and you can’t help but nudge the tip of your nose against hers, smiling at the same time she does, “i thought you were gonna kiss me,” she whispers, her lips are brushing yours already and it doesn’t take much effort to press your lips to hers.

you sigh happily against her and squeeze her hips, whining against her mouth when you can her thighs clench around you again. you can feel ellie move beside you, one of her hands strokes across your temple and the other tucks dina’s hair behind her ear so she can see you both, it makes you squirm a little, the fact that she’s watching you kiss dina just after you’d kissed her. 

“you’re so pretty,” ellie says softly, her hand is still stroking the side of your face and you’re sure she’s doing something similar to dina, she hasn’t directed her compliment at either of you so you can only assume it’s about you both, it almost makes you whine again. her hand leaves your skin and you miss her touch immediately, using one of your hands to blindly reach for her, “give me a second, baby,” she laughs, taking your hand in hers and kissing your knuckles before she lets you go again, “i’m gonna help dina get her shirt off,” she tells you, placing your hand back on dina’s hip.

dina pulls her lips away from yours as ellie tugs the bottom of her shirt up and you’re stuck between watching as dina’s body is exposed and looking at her face, the way her lips are parted and she’s looking down at you with dark, half lidded eyes. you settle for staring up at her, you tuck the other side of her hair behind her other ear so you can see her clearly and you think she’s gorgeous. she’s got little freckles like ellie and a few larger moles, you move one of your hands from her hip to gently touch each of them. 

ellie pulls dina’s shirt over her head obscuring your view of her face and you blush when you make eye contact with her again, you suddenly feel shy now that she’s sitting above you like this, her shirt discarded and her breasts spilling slightly over the cups of her bra. you’re conscious that she’s looking down at your chest too, her hands splaying out over your ribs as she watches your breasts rise and fall with each breath you take. 

“you’re so beautiful,” she says and she looks so earnest you can’t help but believe her, though you can’t pull yourself together enough to form a response other than ‘you too’, it makes her smile wide enough that you’re sure she wasn’t expecting anything more, “you’re so sweet,” she chuckles, resting her forehead against yours and looking into your eyes, “sweetest girl ever,” she hums, laughing again when ellie very audibly clears her throat behind you both. 

“c’mere els,” you call, reaching out for her again, you tug gently on her once she takes your hand in hers and she follows you easily, smoothing her thumb over your knuckles, “we gotta get your shirt off too,” you tell her, using your other hand to gently push on dina’s hip until she moves with a reluctant sigh, swinging her leg off of your hip so she can sit beside you, “it’s only fair,” you add with a smile as you pull ellie’s body in front of yours. 

you sit up so you’re sat on the edge of the bed, your legs spread enough that ellie can stand between them comfortably. she rests her hands on your shoulders and you look up at her, she has a flush high on her cheeks, her lips are bitten and her eyes keep moving from your face to your chest and back again. you manage to catch her eye and she only blushes harder, squeezing your shoulders in retaliation when you can’t help but laugh at her.

“you’re so cute,” you tell her with a soft little smile, reaching up to push her robe off of her arms as dina presses up against you from behind, her arms winding around your waist and her chin resting on your shoulder. you can feel her breasts against your back, soft and warm and her nipples pebbled from the cool air of her bedroom, your hands still and ellie gives you a knowing look, taking her hands off your shoulders to pull the robe off herself.  

“just watch,” dina whispers to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then another to your jaw, “you don’t need to do anything,” she hums as her hands run up your stomach to cup your breasts, she squeezes gently, her fingers brushing lightly over your nipples. you’re torn again between focusing on dina and the way she’s sucking a mark into your neck or on ellie who’s pulled her shirt over her head and is standing over you with her sweats hung low on her hips.

you decide you can manage a bit of both, tilting your head to give dina more room and leaning back against her a little more so she has easier access to your chest. you use one hand to hold one of hers tighter against your breast and the other to reach out to ellie, trailing your fingers over the waistband of her pants and then up the flat planes of her stomach, over the soft hair that disappears into her underwear and the ridges of her abs.

“you’re so pretty, els,” you mumble, you’re shy to compliment her but you want her to tell her, you want to try to let her to know how attractive she is to you, how you could spend hours looking at her, how you could spend forever here in dina’s room with the two of them and you’d never get tired, “you’re beautiful,” you tell her, your fingers brushing the band of her sports bra, she averts her eyes from yours, looking just as shy as you feel.

“thank you,” she replies with warm cheeks, her eyes not able to meet yours for more than a moment, “you’re both so gorgeous,” ellie adds, looking from your face to dina’s where she’s still pressed up against your neck, her lips resting against your skin as she looks up at ellie, “feels like a dream,” she sighs, reaching out to run her fingertips over the tops of your breasts, her lips quirking into a little smirk when you squirm.

“you dream about us?” dina asks with a smile you can feel against your shoulder, you can imagine the look she’s giving ellie by the tone of her voice, teasing and fond and a little bit in awe, “what do you dream about?” she asks as ellie rolls one of your nipples between her fingers, both of them laughing softly at the way you whine and try to press your thighs together.

“i dream about this,” ellie replies, reaching over with her other hand to tuck dina’s hair behind her ear again, her fingers still warm on your breast, “i dream about touching you and kissing you and having you both all to myself,” she admits quietly, her gaze switching between yours and dina’s, she still looks a little shy but more sure of herself now and she bends down to press her lips against dina’s, cupping her jaw in her palm.

you lean your head back on dina’s shoulder to watch the way their lips slide against each other, ellie’s brows have furrowed a little and dina is squeezing you again, the soft flesh of your chest giving in to her touch easily. you can’t help but let one of your hands wander between your legs, the throb of your pussy too incessant to ignore when you can hear ellie moan into dina’s mouth and the quiet, wet sounds of their kissing.

“you couldn’t wait anymore?” dina teases a little while later when she and ellie part from each other, their chests heaving slightly as they catch their breath, “so desperate,” she hums as she lets go of one of your breasts to join your hand between your legs, she slips past the worn elastic of your pajama pants easily and she bats your hand away gently when she reaches your panties. you hear her curse when she feels how you’ve soaked through them and you whimper, closing your thighs around her which only serves to press her fingers against you harder.

“‘s she wet for us?” ellie asks, her lips titled up into a smirk as she takes in the expression on your face, you can feel that you’re flushed and your brows have drawn together as dina explores you through your panties. she takes a step away from the two of you so she can pull her sports bra over her head without elbowing either of you, she also pulls down her sweats and kicks them towards the growing pile of clothing before she steps closer again. she kneels in front of the bed so she’s level with your thighs, running her fingers over the curves of your body as she looks up at you.

“of course i’m wet,” you huff and it startles a laugh out of dina that she tries to stifle against your shoulder, her hand stilling against your cunt as her body shakes with a few more giggles. ellie watches her with her cheek pressed to your thigh, her hands resting on your hips and her lips pulled into a wide, amused smile. 

“right, of course, baby,” ellie chuckles, closing her eyes briefly when you reach down to run a hand through her hair, “can you lift up for a sec?” she asks as she gives your hips a squeeze, tugging your pants down over your ass once you’ve lifted yourself off the bed. one of dina’s hands is still between your legs and the other migrates from your breast to stroke the area just above your belly button.

“you gonna help me make her cum?” dina asks over your shoulder, her eyes meeting ellie’s as she tugs your panties down over your thighs. ellie nods and licks her lips, her hands squeezing your inner thighs as she watches dina stroke over your bare cunt, the low evening light of the room not enough to disguise the glistening of your folds.

“yeah,” ellie manages a few seconds later, looking up at dina with her pupils blown wide with lust, “yeah, i’ll help,” she says as she squeezes your inner thighs again, her face lowering towards your pussy until you can feel her soft breaths against your bare skin and the warmth that seems to radiate off of her body in waves. dina’s touch is noticeably cooler against your own overheated skin, one hand drifting up to cup your breast again and the other spreading the swollen lips of your cunt. 

you squirm as you’re exposed to ellie, closing your eyes and leaning back against dina to try to suppress the renewed shyness you feel. dina makes a soft cooing noise and kisses your temple, letting her head rest against yours as ellie leans forward and presses a few kisses to your inner thighs before she reaches your cunt. you can feel her exhale a long breath as she stares at you as you clench around nothing, a soft groan escaping her before she finally begins to lap at your entrance, right where you’re wettest.

“you don’t need to be shy,” dina tells you softly, letting go of your chest to gently take your jaw in her hand, she tilts your head down, pressing a kiss to your cheek and tutting at your closed eyes, “look at ellie,” she says, stroking the side of your face, “look how much she loves your cunt,” she whispers and you do, opening your eyes to watch ellie between your legs.

she’s wrapped her arms around your thighs to pull you closer to where she’s buried her face against you, her nose bumps your clit as she laps at you and the sounds she’s making are so wet it makes you flush all over again. whatever mess she’s making doesn’t seem to bother her as she keeps her mouth attached to you, her motions only getting more enthusiastic as you moan. 

your hands flail a little when she attaches her lips to your clit, the sucking not able to disguise the way she smirks against you. you find purchase gripping dina’s thighs where they bracket your own, digging your nails into her skin until she hisses and gently bats your hands away.

“come here,” she tells you, shifting backwards until you’re laying on the bed, your legs still hanging over the edge comfortably and your thighs held tight in ellie’s hands, “you wanna help me out?” dina asks and she leans over to kiss you when you nod, “you’re such a good girl,” she mumbles against your lips. she kisses you breathless before she moves away again to pull off her pants and underwear, giving you a knowing smile when she catches you watching her, letting you trail your hands over her soft thighs when she crawls back over to you.

“fuck, dina, she’s got such a crush on you,” ellie chuckles from between your legs, she’s taking a break to catch her breath, her fingers stroking over your folds as she watches you both, “she clenched up so tight when you called her a good girl,” she says and to your embarrassment you feel your pussy flutter again, you whine and cover your face with your hands, your attempt to close your legs stopped by ellie’s firm hold on your thigh, “it’s nice to know you like me too, sweetheart,” she laughs, pressing kisses to your thigh when you whine again.

“els ‘s being mean, huh?” dina asks as she pulls your hand away from your face, she’s smiling down at you with the same teasing-soft-fond look she gives ellie and you feel helpless to deny her anything, “i won’t tease you anymore,” she tells you, giving you one more sweet closed mouth kiss before she sits up on her knees and straddles your body again, her back facing you. 

you can already tell what she wants as she gets up onto all fours and backs herself up towards your face, her weight shifting until she can use one of her hands to pet your hip. you extend one of your hands to stroke your fingertips over the seam of her cunt and use the other to rest on her thigh as she gets comfortable on top of you. she’s warm and slick and smooth where you touch her and she moans when you brush lightly over her clit, her hand tighting where she’s still holding your hip. 

“hey, i said i wouldn’t tease you, don’t tease me,” she whines causing ellie to laugh, she hasn’t stopped touching you but it’s far too light for you to reach your peak, her fingers barely grazing your outer lips. you wiggle your hips to try and remind her that you’re there, arching up as much as you can with dina’s weight on top of you to try and guide her fingers inside of you. she obliges with an apologetic squeeze to your thigh, pressing two fingers into your entrance and curling them upwards until you moan. 

you lean up at the same time as you pull dina’s hips down towards you, pressing a little kiss to her clit that makes her hips jolt before she reaches back and rests a firm hand on your head, pushing herself back on to you until you have no choice but to lick at her. she remains in control as you taste her, her hand holding you close to her until she’s sure you’ll be good, that you won’t move away from her.

ellie’s fingers are still stroking your walls, her thumb rubbing circles on your clit, she’s doing it all so incredibly slowly that you find yourself whining against dina though it only makes her moan where her head is resting on your thigh. you can hear when they begin to kiss, the sounds of their mouths meeting distinct from the sound of your mouth against dina’s cunt and the soft wet sounds ellie’s fingers are pulling from you. 

she doesn't speed up until your thighs are shaking and you’re so swollen with arousal that her thumb keeps slipping from your clit, you’re moaning up into dina as she grinds her hips back against you and she’s rubbing your hip in a way she intends to be comforting though it only makes you squirm more. you whine out a muffled plea and ellie takes pity, speeding up her fingers and moving her thumb so dina can take your clit into her mouth, the two of them working you over the edge.

you cum so hard you feel yourself space out for a moment, your hands gripping dina’s thighs so tightly you’re sure you’ve left more marks. you try to clamp your legs shut but ellie holds them open, watching the way you gush over her fingers and into dina’s mouth, your walls clamping so tight around her knuckles she’s scared she’ll hurt you if she tries to pull them free. 

“you good, baby?” she asks, her voice muffled by dina’s thighs around your head. you nod before you realize she can’t see you, giving her an affirmative sounding hum instead, it seems to work well enough because she pets your trembling thigh and slowly works her fingers out of you. dina leans further forward to lap at your entrance where you’re still wet and clenching and you slap her ass lightly which only results in her laughing against you and sucking hard enough on your clit that you shriek. 

“dina,” you whimper, digging your nails into her skin when she kisses over the sensitive area in apology, “dina, ‘m so sensitive,” you gasp, your thighs closing around her head as you try to push her away. you feel hands brushing your hair from your temple and open your eyes to see ellie smiling down at you all syrupy sweet. her chin is a little damp but it looks like she’s wiped herself off on something, it makes you feel hot all over, the fact you made so much of a mess on her.

“hi, baby,” she whispers as she gets up onto the bed and sits beside you, her hand still soft and gentle on your warm face, “d’you want a pillow?” she asks gesturing to where dina’s pussy is still hovering over your chest, “don’t want you to give yourself a sore neck when dina’s just rubbed all your aches out,” she hums, not bothering to wait for your response as she holds your head up with one hand and uses the other to tuck a pillow beneath you. she’s right, it is a lot more comfortable with more support beneath you and you squirm beneath dina until you’re able to reach part of ellie’s body, pressing a clumsy kiss to her knee before you lay back down.

“sit back here, d, i wanna make you cum,” you tell her, squeezing her hip until she pulls herself away from where she’d been sucking marks into your sticky inner thighs, “want you to face me,” you say and she carefully lifts herself up and turns herself around completely, her cheeks are red and her lips are shiny with your slick, she smiles down at you when you squirm, pinching your cheek lightly. you look up at her and smile back, not even able to muster up furrowed brows at her pinching though you scrunch your nose up and pull a face at her when she sticks her tongue out at you playfully. 

“alright, babe,” she sighs, as if it’s a great inconvenience for her to sit on your face, though her teasing smile is back and it gives her away, “i guess i’ll let you get me off,” she smiles, unable to keep the act up any longer as she pets your slightly damp cheek and you turn to kiss her wrist. she shuffles up the bed on her knees until she’s hovering over your mouth and you have a hard time looking away from her cunt to pay attention to her, “you gotta push me off if you can’t breathe, ok?” she asks, sounding serious enough that you look up at her and nod before she sits down over you, her thighs tight around your head until you’re totally surrounded by her.

you can guess by the way her entrance is clenching that she’s already close so you try to bring her over the edge, licking and sucking and then laying pliant as she begins to fuck herself agaisnt your mouth. you can hear her moan above you and she gets a firm grip on your hair to hold your head in place as she grinds down against you, practically riding your face into the pillow.

the task of keeping up with dina absorbs you until you hear another muffled moan to your side and a hand cupping your breast. you’re confused for a moment, your brain distracted and muddled, before you realize it’s ellie, that she’s touching herself as she watches you and dina, that she’s touching you to help herself get off. part of you wishes you could watch, but your orgasm has left you loose and sleepy so you’re content to lay back and let dina cum using your tongue, you’ll watch ellie when she’s done. 

dina only lasts another minute or so before she curses and shudders above you, her hips rolling against your face as she floods your mouth with her release. she shifts off of you quickly so you can breathe, laying heavily beside you as she pants softly. she props her cheek up on her fist and watches as you swallow and lick your lips, your cheeks go warm under her attention, blushing like you hadn’t just had your face buried in her cunt and she smiles one of her pretty, fond smiles at you. 

you lean over to give her a brief kiss, she tries to cup your jaw and crawl back on top of you but you don’t let her, pressing another chaste kiss to her lips before you turn and crawl the short distance to ellie. she groans when you attach your mouth to one of her nipples, using the hand that isn’t in her boxers to hold your head against her chest, looking down at your flushed face as you suck a mark into the soft skin of her breast. 

“stay right there, baby, i’m gonna cum,” she moans, you can hear her heart beating fast where your head is resting on her chest and you press closer to her as you take her nipple back into your mouth. she whines and tugs your hair slightly, the hand working over herself more frantic now and her thighs tensing, the muscles visibly contracting beneath her skin as her toes curl.

you feel the bed dip as dina crawls over to the two of you, she kisses your forehead before kissing down ellie’s chest and sucking a mark below her collar bone. you watch as she takes ellie’s other nipple into her mouth and bites softly, grazing her teeth over the hard nub, her eyes fixed on ellie’s face as she tumbles over the edge and cums. 

you look up and watch as best you can with the way ellie’s pushing your face into her chest, her brows draw up and she bites on her lip as if trying to stifle her moans before she gives up and curses loudly. her body tenses before relaxing with a shudder, her fingers stroking lightly where they’d been digging into your scalp a moment before. she’s so sweet you have to lean up to kiss her, using one of your hands to stroke over her stomach, petting over her soft skin. her abs jump under your touch and you laugh softly into her mouth, pulling away to kiss the corner of her smiling lips. 

her hand appears in front of your face once you’ve detached your mouth from hers and it takes you a moment to realize her fingers are slick with her release, three of them coated from the knuckle down. you hold her forearm in both hands, one holding her wrist and the other holding just above her elbow as you take her fingers into your mouth, sucking the taste of her off of her skin. you watch her face as you run your tongue over the pads of her fingers, ignoring dina’s quiet curse in favor of staring into ellie’s eyes until she breaks eye contact, pulling her fingers from your mouth and clearing her throat.

“not enough time for more tonight,” she mumbles, leaning over to kiss dina’s pouty bottom lip when she makes a noise of protest, “seriously, d, we’ve gotta get out of bed before twelve tomorrow,” she chuckles as she tugs both of you down to lay either side of her, dina gives up arguing once she yawns before she can respond verbally and settles for a kiss instead, pressing her mouth against ellie’s as you watch with your head on ellie’s sternum.

dina detaches from the kiss first, saying something about going to get bottles of water though it’s sleepy and mumbled and you can’t quite be sure what she said with ellie’s heartbeat so loud in one of your ears. you decide not to worry about it, letting your heavy eyelids close as you curl up further into ellie’s chest, your arms winding around her waist and squeezing in a light hug. she sighs happily and squeezes the arm she’s draped around your shoulders, heavy and warm and comforting.

“you think you’re relaxed enough to sleep through the night?” she asks and you can tell she’s grinning without having to open your eyes, you’re too sleepy to do anything more strenuous than nod, mumbling a quiet yes, thank you, els as she pulls the duvet up over you both and drops a soft little kiss on top of your head. 

[wildflowerluver]

HI I LOVE YOUR WORKS AND YOURE AWESOME !!! some of my fav hotch fics ever for real <3

if you’re still looking for ideas for the aaron hurt/comfort idea you posted about i thought i'd try to supply you with inspo ! maybe reader is an anxious overthinker (couldn't be any of us hotch stans wdym) and is feeling really anxious bc they feel like they made a friend mad/upset for some reason bc the friend seemed a little off + hasn't replied to readers messages. so poor reader is just so concerned and scared they did something wrong and on top of that they're tired, stressed, and overall overwhelmed so they just CRYYY and ofc hotch comes along and does his comfort thing and reasons through it with them. and then reader's friend texts them back like hey sorry i was really busy today but yeah! we should definitely go out more, i had a ton of fun today!! bc we need closure here LOL and then reader can cuddle and fall asleep with hotch to get out any lingering anxiety and take care of that sleepiness fr

THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY MY BRAIN WAS TRYING SO HARD TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING AND IT TRIED A LITTLE TOO HARD I THINK LMAO hopefully this sparks something for you tho ! of course feel free to do what you wish with this, change it around, whatever it may be there's always no pressure !! happy vibes for you <3

(ria!!! thank u for ur request ily <33) fem!reader, anxiety, mentions of past friendship issues, hurt/comfort vibes, 1k words

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you had a natural tendency to overthink.

every interaction, big or small, seemed to replay in your head for hours. had you said something off? did that person see something strange about you?

you were terrified to tell aaron about your struggles with anxiety and overthinking. it hadn’t gone well in the past several times and you didn’t want aaron to leave too. but, he didn’t. it never even crossed your mind.

aaron collected you in his arms, squeezing you tightly and thanking you for telling him. he asked what you needed from him.

“reassurance,” you spoke tentatively. not once had a previous partner asked how they could help. “and maybe a kiss.”

his laugh was full-body, lips upturning. “i think both of those can definitely be arranged.”

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aaron hadn’t been home a lot recently.

he was away on a case down in texas, then swarmed with meetings and paperwork, another local case, and more paperwork. the absence of him was starting to impact you severely.

just in the way you were open about your anxiety, he was open about his job and the time aspect of it. he called or texted, reassuring (like he promised), that he would be home soon or the timeframe of the case. you just couldn’t help your intrusive thoughts from creeping up. 

you tried to fill his absence in a productive way, maximizing the time you had outside of work by reaching out to some friends to hang out. your friend B and you set up a lunch date. she was a close friend and you knew being in her company would help your mood.

usually when you’re with her, time seems to go by fast and conversation flows easily. this time was the opposite. you had met for lunch downtown and expected it to be like it always was. instead, it felt so forced it was almost uncomfortable. naturally, your brain had drifted into believing it was something you had said.

you were on autopilot going home, brain reeling at lunch. you wanted aaron. he always knew what to say or do and was your number one comfort. but he wasn’t here. 

you trudged into the house, haphazardly dropping your bag. you sat in front of the fireplace, it wasn’t warm but in your mind it was. 

it was the first time in weeks you felt like you had a moment to stop. 

the tears came hot and fast.

you buried your head in your knees, arms wrapping around your legs as your body shook. everything felt wrong and you were so terrified you had hurt B.

you were exhausted. 

the back door open and closed. you hardly took notice. your head was pounding.

“honey!” aaron’s voice rang through the home. “i’m home!”

his voice only made you cry harder, though you kept your sobs muffled by the fabric of your pants. it was early, he shouldn’t be home yet. why was he home?

“honey?” he called again. “i got off early today, sent the entire team home early too. figured we all-”

he stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the living room and his eyes fell on you. “oh, honey.”

in an instant, aaron was kneeling down at your side. the second his hand touched your back, you broke. you threw your body into him, needing to feel him close. he held you while you cried, hand rubbing up your back. he didn’t shush you or help you calm down just yet. you just needed to cry.

after a few minutes aaron pulled back, hands reaching up to cup your face. he thumbed away a few stray tears that continued to roll. 

“what’s hurting you?”

you took a deep breath before explaining. it was always easy with aaron to be honest. you rambled about his absence, how you missed him, how work had been a little tough lately, lunch with B, how you feel like you said or did something that made it feel off. everything.

though aaron had sat back on the carpet, your hands remained interlocked. he squeezed them occasionally throughout your words.

he collected you in his arms when you finished. “i’m so sorry about being away. i shouldn’t be going anywhere for awhile. i’m sure B is okay. you didn’t say anything off. maybe she was just having a bad day.”

your phone dinged on the table.

aaron picked it up, features softening at the text. perfect timing.

‘hey! so sorry if i seemed a little off at lunch today - work has just been super crazy and i got an email right before about a deadline being pushed up so i was distracted. it was still so so nice to get together, we should definitely do it again sometime soon!!’

he showed you the text B just sent. his hand fell to the small of your back again, finding the patch of exposed skin and leaving his hand there. 

B’s text eased your anxiety. you didn’t do anything wrong. she was just having an off day.

“do you feel better? about B at least?”

you hummed. “a little, yeah.”

you slumped into aaron’s side. “can we go lay down for a little?”

he kissed your cheek. “absolutely.” 

aaron guided you upstairs, stopping though to put his work things away though he motioned for you to head into the bedroom to get settled.

you kept the lights in the room off before crawling into bed. physical and mental exhaustion was clouding your brain.  

aaron padded in a few seconds after you, quickly changing out of his work clothes and into soft sweatpants and a shirt. he stopped at the edge of the bed, eyes peering down at you.

“how are we doing this tonight?” he motioned toward the bed with his hand.

“can you just hold me?”

he smiled softly. “of course honey.”

aaron slid under the covers beside you. he raised one arm, an open invitation for you to curl up. you did, sliding over and tangling your legs with his. he, in turn, tucked you under his chin and brought his arms to cocoon around you.

“it’s gonna be okay, i promise.”

he sealed his words with a strong kiss to the crown of your head. 

somehow you knew it would.

[larcenywrites]

I love those headcanons about trying anal sex with young!Tony, and they got me wondering if you'd be comfortable with writing hcs about pegging young!Tony?! 😳 Like, maybe it's after those hcs, and his girlfriend brings it up and asks what he thinks. And he's like nervous but also quite curious to try it... and the whole warm up is similar to what he did for her and she gets him ready by stimulating his perineum a lot, then actually getting him used to the feeling with her fingers and with buttplugs until he can finally take a strap on. And he turns into the perfect little sub for her and he gets all the praise he wants and deserves plus aftercare. Totally okay if you don't feel comfortable/don't want to write this!! Thank you for your time and attention anyways!

GIRRRL (gender neutral) YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY 🥵🫠 Ngl I’ve thought about this even before those hcs 🤤 I’m glad you liked the anal sex hcs bc I sure did 😫 but I’m not sure if these are quite as good since I’ve never written this :(

Warnings: 18+ obviously | pegging | afab reader implied but only explicitly referenced a time or two if you wanna read it as normal m/m fucking 🤷‍♀️ though I do use the word dildo or strap-on a few times as well | some Dom reader/sub Tony |

Pegging | Headcanons

💠Honestly, I'm sure he's already thought about it, having seen all of your new toys and all, but he probably won't bring it up himself. There probably haven't been many cases where he's let you top, anyway (which is a whole different story), and he might be apprehensive about bringing it up. Sure, you experiment and all, but this is kinda a whole new level for a number of reasons. He's still all good with the usual stuff! Don't ruin a good thing, right? What if you're pretty turned off by it or something :(

💠 It's really the complete opposite! But he doesn't know that. Honestly, asking him about anal earlier probably gave you a bout of courage! He's probably the one that's usually bringing up new ideas, and since yours went so well, why not just ask about this? Even if he's not into it, he obviously won't be upset or anything.

💠So! …catch him off guard, just like before. Maybe he's half asleep, or still waking up from a nap, and innocently slide on top of him. He probably won't look down at you until your too-innocent "Hey, Tony?" Then his attention is most piqued. "If I asked really nicely, would you say yes to something?"

"Depends on what it is."

"Would you ever let me peg you?"

💠He looks away because he's embarrassed that his answer is gonna be an immediate yes, and he's trying to think of a cooler answer 🤧 "I'd let you try." He almost says it like he's challenging you, but it's all you need.

💠 You're not quite sure where to start with him, but you do go ahead and get a little red butt plug for him 😘 and maybe a vibrating one, too 😏

💠But you can really only go by how he treated you tbh, so maybe start slower. Get down on your knees, take his cock in your mouth and jerk off what you can't take down your throat, and use your other hand to play with his balls. Just like normal. Inch a little closer to that little area behind his balls and gently rub circles. He'll definitely jump in surprise… which will just send his cock further down your throat, but now you have another free hand to keep massaging his sac 🤤

💠 "Fuck." is probably the only strangled word you'll hear, if any, between throaty grunts. His hands will be tightly gripped in your hair to hold you close while his thrusts are more like oversensitive twitches of his hips. He'll have so much going on at one time, he might even get to experience that tremble in his legs that he's usually causing you 🤭 The more he's twitching in your throat, the more pressure you should apply 😋 You'll have him cumming in seconds, and a lot. You can keep going if you want, especially when he can't decide whether to twitch away from your tongue or away from your fingers, and just ends up making his situation worse (or better 😏). 

💠Honestly you can keep the experimenting around here for a few days if you want, maybe start massaging your fingers from his perineum to his ass and back and forth. If you want to get him really riled up, take a vibrator to it, but be prepared: he'll cum within seconds, and hard. The mess he makes will have you eager to see how much more of a mess he could make, and the longer you build him up, the more eager he is for the real thing 🤤

💠 He'll let you know when he wants one of his new toys, getting it out before you can even get his dick in your mouth this time. Honestly, do what you've been doing, except this time, instead of just fingers snaking around while you suck him off, massage the silky silicone plug around his tight hole, and maybe choke on his cock when those hips instinctively still twitch away. You might want to be back against the bed this time to give him something to hold on to while you ease it in, and he'll definitely be pushing you against the mattress while he can't decide whether to squeeze his thighs together or spread his legs 😮‍💨

💠Let him get used to it and watch him squirm (and feel him squirm), push at his already twitching abs to gain more room to work with and repeat your original process of massaging all around his balls while your tongue massages his dick 😌 He'll fuck you with it still inside, and he'll already be falling apart on top of you because when he thrusts a certain way and just hard enough, there's a certain poking pressure that has his dick pulsing but not enough to cum. It's more like chasing after a powerful orgasm he knows is there and fucks the hell out of you to try and find it, and the semi-edging is both frustrating and hot af too 😫

💠Hardly a day or three passes, though, and he wants the vibrating one ASAP

💠 He'll be a moaning mess melting into your neck in seconds, and thrusting feebly while it practically milks him, but only when he's pressed into you so hard, but the constant friction keeps him hard and hips jolting 🥴

💠 There's going to be a lot of cum 🥵 cum flooding out of you, too much to keep in your mouth, a mess on the floor— if he's a whining mess that can't stop cumming now…

💠He may size up once or twice, but the strap-on isn't that big to begin with, and Tony's probably been eyeing it 👀

💠Honestly it's going to be kinda funny at first trying to put it on and trying to make him get on his hands and knees 🤧🤧 but sex is supposed to be a little funny sometimes 😌 He's never been in that position and is going to be very stiff and awkward 👉👈 but he also doesn't necessarily want to look at you bc he's awkward and shy about it so…

💠So that means don't smack his ass no matter how tempting it is 😫

💠Also this mf works overtime on his appearance all the time so he's probably been pretty clean shaven 💅👀

💠His face is already buried in the sheets, probably from being shy, but he's low-key a little nervous too and probably already biting at the pillow just from you trying to push in 😮‍💨 tbh it'll help relax him if you suck him off first or even just have normal sex first! Either way, he'll be leaking precum 🫠 Don't be afraid to swipe at his tip and smear some of that warm arousal around 😉 he'll probably grip the pillow and hide away even more, but it's just bc it made him hornier 😌

💠Definitely go slow. Sure, he's had a little practice by now, but Tony's never been penetrated like this 😳 His thighs are already shaking just from the tip sliding in, but a muffled "fuck, keep going" will beg you to keep going anyway when you stop to get him a minute. Slide in until you can't anymore and watch him squirm against you for a minute 🥴 he'll definitely jolt when you run your hands over his hips or up his back, not very used to the roles being switched and all, but he'll quickly relax into your touch and arc his back a little.

💠Maybe jerk him off while you wait 😏 watch his thighs squeeze together while you do and listen to deep groans. He'll probably end up starting to fuck himself on the dildo while instinctively trying to grind against you, groaning a little louder 🥴 he's definitely letting you know you should start moving 😘

💠But keep starting slow, don't pull out too much too fast. Keep thrusting shallow and slow. Eventually you'll hear a whine that you've never heard before 😳 and it'll definitely make you want to step up your game 😈 start pulling out a little further each time and bottom out each time

💠 It's probably going to feel pretty unnatural, and it'll be a learning curve at first because you'll learn real quick that you need some stamina to thrust like that 😮‍💨 honestly it makes Tony just a little more impressive!

💠 He'll probably be hugging the pillow, but the quicker you can go, the more you'll get to hear those little whimpers

💠 He'll cum without warning! You'll only know by the sudden moan and the stiff thrusting of his hips that has him pushing and grinding against you and making him cum more 🥴 For the first time during the whole experience, he'll be tapping out with a hand on your thigh or whatever part of you he can reach. Maybe be evil and tease him just a little bit, press into him a little harder until he's shuddering before actually pulling out

💠The sheets will definitely need to be replaced no matter how much he just wants to curl up. Now he knows how you feel...

💠But once you do, he'll be curled under the blanket and probably still hiding in the pillow 🥺 He'll nod when you ask him if he's okay, he's just embarrassed and a little subby 🤭 join him on his pillow and hug him into you. Your little kisses might make him a little more shy, but he's enjoying it 😉

💠Once you both get more familiar, and maybe you get a little more stamina for it, just pound into him 🥵 slap your hips again his ass and use him as leverage when you slide your hands up his arched back. His very loud moans will turn into punched-out whines the closer he gets, and the more he'll hug his pillow 😌

💠Tug his head back by his hair and make him yelp! He'll probably cum instantly the first time you do, but keep fucking into him this time. Treat him how he treats you 😘 which is really the only thing you have to go off of tbh

💠 "You can take it, baby." Encourage him and he'll melt. With a drawn-out whimperish groan and clenching thighs. Jerk him off if you're feeling a bit evil 😈 Milk him for everything he has 😈

💠 It'll become another Dom/sub dynamic, but be a little more on the gentle side (usually). Or at least, gentle when he's starting to sob and tire out 😌

💠Eventually he'll be laid on his stomach one way or another. When he's really close or nearly sobbing, slow down and lay on his back. Hook your arms under his and rub at his and kiss his neck, or play with his hair.

💠 "Does that feel good, pretty boy?" Whisper in his ear and practically feel him shiver under you. He'll nod into the pillow and grind his cock against the mattress 🫠 and the harder you thrust, the more you'll help him out with that 😉

💠Tell him how good he takes it. Suck slow hickeys into his neck, and kiss it when he moans. He might even cry the first time, but unfortunately, you might not get to see it 😔

💠When he does cum in this position, shush him while pressing into him even harder. A quiet "there you go, pretty boy" or "that's a good boy" might melt his brain every time. And make him cum just a bit harder before he's finished 😏

💠Play with his hair and kiss whatever you can reach, and he'll be limp beneath you for as long as you want, even while you still have the strap-on still buried inside him (and low key he may be wishing he was being filled with cum 🥲)

💠Ruffle his hair and give him one more kiss before getting off him and sliding out (or be evil and just start pounding into him again— he won't really complain 😌). There will be cleanup every time unless you wise up and decide to put a towel down, which would definitely benefit Tony because he does not want to get up and will protest until he's had a certain number of kisses and pleases >:(

💠Eventually he'll get confident enough to lay on his back, and let you finally get to see him and his cock again. Keep your hands on his twitching abs and watch him moan towards the ceiling, no longer muffled into the sheets! Dig your nails into his skin to draw his attention towards you again to better see his blushing cheeks and pleading doe eyes 🥺

💠Lean over him and let his cock rub against your stomach, and trail warm precum along your skin. If you want you can jerk him off, but it may be much more fun to ask him to do it, and he'll obey in an instant. Maybe sit still and pressed inside him until he's done a good job, even if he's begging you to move again 😌

💠Time it right and thrust with his own movements, and he'll probably cum more than you've ever seen 😮‍💨 it'll definitely end up all over his chest and stomach, and if you've found that right little angle to fuck him at by now, you can even simply press the dildo's tip into it and get him to cum again right after he just finished 🥴

💠Press into him and lick a little off his chest before you slip out, and then lick off the rest when you can move around more. Climb on top of him once you've cleaned him up and just nuzzle into him with kisses and run fingers through his hair. He'll eat up the affection, and might even get hard again at any praise 😏

💠If you wanna get a little rough, scratch down his back like you normally do and mock him a little when his back arches towards the bed. "Who knew Tony Stark was such a tight little twink~" Keep your tone playful and sultry, and you'll have him whimpering a pout before moaning out when you start to speed up, but still make sure to call him your good boy 😘

💠Sometimes you may have to wipe away a tear or two (or kiss them away), and always pull him into your chest and let him hide in your neck. He still might be a bit shy about it sometimes, so you may be spooning him from behind instead.

💠Give him several minutes and he may return the favor 😏 the harder you can fuck him, the harder he'll fuck you soooo 😉

💠Sometimes he'll let you tie him up, and might even beg you to jerk him off while he is. You can choose whether or not to obey, or just tortuously rub right under the head of his dick because he doesn't control the narrative anymore 😌 You might even pull an "I'm sorry, Mommy" out of him because he's so desperate…

💠Tbh wear thigh highs while you fuck him and you'll have no trouble keeping his eyes on you, but he'll be a little upset if you make him get on his knees instead 😔 And sorry to upset you, but even you probably won't be able to force him into any thigh highs 😭 maybe one day?

💠He's a size queen 💅 You'll have to buy a new strap-on pretty soon, and he'll pick out a much bigger size-up than you had in mind 👀 maybe this one could have a cum tube- for research purposes, of course 😌

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: Pregnancy, adult topics, cheating

I didn’t think I’d get so jealous. But it’s my own fault I would say. 😕Nobody forced me to come here, where my ex and his (Ex) -fiancée lived together...

Nico: Sorry. But I put away almost everything that was possible. Her furnishings I can’t just let disappear overnight.

Me: What?... Um, no! I-... I don’t mind those furniture she bought or all that stuff. It looks great. Tbh, this is perfect! I just wonder, why didn’t it look like this in our apartment back then? I couldn’t even buy a new couch, without you starting to discuss with me. But you allowed her to change everything here.

Nico: Didn’t you listen to me a few mins ago? She bought all this shit here without my permission. I had no idea about it! I was playing soccer abroad. And you got a new couch back then. Just remember how many times I painted the walls for you. Hm?

Me: All this here looks pretty expensive, compared to our apartment. I kind of feel like she’s.... like Isabella.🤑

Nico: Isabella?... Hell, no! ..And she’s not wealthy like Isabella, if that’s what you wanted to know. Actually, she’s like.... you. Self-conscious, anxious, indecisive, a bit shy and.... sad. 🫤

Me: You must have a weakness for depressed women, ha?

Nico: You know what I meant. But she's not hooked, she has other serious..... issues. Just she’s not as cute and hot as you are to me.

Me: Yea, sure.... I just don’t understand why you moved in with her? I mean, you have a house! A pretty big one! An apartment was not really necessary. 🤨

Nico: Excuse me?.. Why would I live with my mother? You and P. also had plans to move together. Why is it allowed for you, but not for me?... Yes, he told me you chose him, when I visited him at his fucking college. So I had to move away, to avoid the two of you! But this here isn't her place. I was here before she and I got....well, serious.

Me: Sorry. I didn’t mean to. And I didn’t really choose Philip. I thought I had it, but.... no. I lied to him and myself. I always felt bad about you and he too! That’s why it was so easy for me to fall in love with Daniel. Frankly... I was glad that it was over with Philip. I didn’t want anything to do with you two, after I was with him abroad. 😒

Nico: That wasn't my fault, his ... Natasha bitch. I never did such a shit to you. But to be clear, I’m not blaming you for my own mistake! I’m sorry I asked you to sleep with him. I never admitted it, but.. the first time I saw you & him together,..... I wanted to kill P. ... Yea, now it’s out. I was jealous. Even though that damn thing was my fucking idea.🤷‍♂️

Me: And still, you insisted that I continue.......Hm? You know? But that spa-weekend was pretty nice. We should definitely repeat this. Just the two of us, of course!! Without Philip...... So sorry, N.

Nico: And I'm sorry for being crazy. I was so stupid to share you with Philip and pass between the two of us. I thought that would help you and I trusted P. Never thought he’d take you away from me. I was sure you would choose me if necessary.

Me: I chose you, but I couldn’t tell anyone. I didn't want to hurt P., so I went nuts and told my Dad.🤦‍♀️I told him the last 3 weeks alone with P. were hard. He locked me up not to relapse... and that you couldn't leave me alone, bcs I started using. I said all this to him... I wanted my Dad to get me out of that mess. Not really, I just didn't know what to do?...I was so unhappy bcs you had to go back to Italy. And at the same time afraid to lose P. But my crazy Dad sent you away, not Philip.

A bit later....

Nico: That movie sucks, babe. You really wanna keep watching this crap?... I’d rather continue with you.😏

Me: I gotta tell you something... Something serious. (🍼🤰 )

Nico: Daniel?? 🙄

Me: Agh, no... Anyway, let's talk later. I want you, too N.

Nico: From now on, you stay with me.

Me: She didn't even really move out here.... but I'd love to stay with you. 🩷

Nico: Then you stay, babe. No time to waste. I have so many plans for you. But most importantly, you divorce Daniel.

Me: This time, I’m not questioning what you’re up to.. I’ll do whatever you want. Besides, I have plans for you too. (😬🍼) And Daniel took off anyway. He doesn't want me.

Nico: His mistake, my gain. Such an moron!

And that's N.'s (ex-) fiancée. Stephanie.🤨 Don’t worry, she didn’t catch us in bed!!! But she was there! I didn’t see her myself the moment she came. I was sleeping. Nico was up. She came by to pick up her stuff, he thought. But she also wanted to talk to him and did not intend to leave. He didn’t tell her I was in his bedroom, he just asked her to leave. Nico told me she was crying and wearing... sleepwear?

He seemed worried and was somehow.... weird to me after she showed up at his place. I had the feeling, he didn’t want me anymore? 😞 All though a few hours ago, he wanted me to stay with him. He wanted me to move in with him. You know? However, I asked him to drive me home to my parents. I had to change & shower, so yea, he dropped me at my parent's house and said, that he would pick me up in 2 hours. I was so relieved that he wanted to come back. I was afraid to lose him a second time. Besides, I was pregnant. I mean, I haven’t taken a test yet, but I just knew it. Something changed in my body, I could literally feel it. It was like the last time I was pregnant. And btw, I told Nico what happened to me last year, about this whole annoying issue with my contraception. He reacted totally relaxed. He said, if I want a baby, he wouldn’t use protection. I really didn’t expect that!! 😲 I knew Nico never wanted to have children. At least not at this point. I was about to tell him, I was very likely pregnant, but I wanted to take a test first, to be absolutely sure!! I was so happy about N.’s composure on this subject. I already imagined our future with our Baby and all this. 🩵 Just as I mentioned before, the next morning, all this seemed to be in danger, bcs of that girl, Stephanie. 😓

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[acaciapines]

I just read all your deltarune fics and. I have to know. do you have playlists for each of the characters. and if you do. could you please share them. i’m so so curious about songs you attribute to each of the characters bc i love your interpretation of them so so much

oh!!! im glad you enjoyed them!!

i do have several playlists but not in any form i could share so. uh. instead i'll just make a list of all my most favorite songs i associate with these kids 'cause if i did every song we would be here for A Long While.

do feel free to send in another ask if you want me to explain one in more depth!!! im one of those people who cannot escape associating songs w/ characters/stories so i have a LOT more i could say if that is wanted lol.

Little Fang - Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks: literally The Most Kris Song Of All Time, like do I even have to explain it. its just Them.

Real Love Song - Nothing But Thieves: this is a newer one on my kris playlist but i think it really fits their relationship with dess--taking the 'love' part in a familial/platonic way, 'can i sing this to you / got a thing about you / and it won't go away' i think this song really captures the sort of...hold dess's opinion always has over kris's sense of self, and the way they feel about her isn't exactly returned equally. in a sense this fits more with my dess-raises-kris au but it does work for kris in my other works too.

San Cristobol - Mal Blum: this is the dess song of all time to the point where it's my voiceclaim for her and is half the reason the band au exists. one big part of my dess is that she leaves voluntarily, even if she might get stuck in a dark world later on--she leaves ON PURPOSE, because she wants to. and this song is like, leaving people behind, 'sometimes i think i left you just to see if i'd be missed,' and sort of wanting to reach out but also maybe not. in a world where dess sings this she is singing it to asriel.

My Tiger, My Heart - The Boy Least Likely To: another dess song of all time, if the last one is dess singing to asriel, this one is her to kris&noelle. this song has been on my dess playlist for so long i've scripted out an animatic to it. specifically i see this as being a song for the space after she sees the bunker but before she leaves--like 'my tiger my heart / we're growing apart' in regards to how she sees kris, and then 'and i think it would be / happier / being free' LIKE. GOD. ITS SO GOOD.

Wash - Floor Cry: noelle about dess...specifically noelle as i write her in the holiday-dreemurr kids series, her pov fic in there was named after this song, but its just about. how you idolize your older sister and then she leaves and comes back and maybe isnt as good as you thought she was and you realize you're going to pick kris over her and so its about 'i never want to / become just like you / it's pretty simple / wish i could tell you why' because noelle struggles with this because she should be happy her sister is back, right? and yet...

Sidelined - The Garages: this is THE RALSEI SONG OF ALL TIME.....like. oh my GOD just listen to it. it's ralsei all the way down, how she struggles with figuring out who she is, with being a darkner, with the prophecy and the weight it puts on her, and how she's supposed to be left behind and forgotten but she doesn't want that and how scary it is to try and be a person when the world never wanted you to be one.

Pluto - Sleeping at Last: ANOTHER RALSEI SONG....this one specifically is in regards to the dess raises kris au lol since i explore ralsei/susie/noelle there but it works for ralsei in all universes. like just listen to it. it's so ralseicore. its similar in theme to sidelined so im not going to repeat myself but just 'i've been worried all my life / a nervous wreak most of the time' to the chorus of 'til one day i had enough / of the exercise of trust / i leaned in and let it hurt / let my body feel the dirt.' LIKE

and these are most of my big ones! i have more around somewhere but most of these i dont even have in a playlist i just sort of remember whenever the song comes on njdfgdfg. sorry theres not so much asriel or susie here i just dont have as good songs for them.

once again if you (general) want me to dive more into one of the songs lemme know!!! i will always talk about these kids!!!

[welcometogrouchland]

not only is darimila HYSTERICALLY funny as a crackship i think camila deserves a nice peacock of a boyfriend. i want her to show a photo of him at work and his coworkers are too busy wondering if this guy is an actor or a model or what to wonder about the ears or the goo hair. can you imagine darius helping the nocedas with groceries high heels and green eyeliner and god knows what else. MAN.

Firstly I love that this ask implies that Darius puts 0 effort into concealing his identity as a witch when he's in the human realm. This man is fully willing to expose magic and the demon realm in the town famous for producing a crackpot genocidal witch hunter everyone hates IF. and only if he can look fabulous doing it

I'm also on team Camila Deserves Nice Things anon, though I do differ on the details slightly, mainly because I'm sooooo enchanted by the Darius and Camila fake dating scenario I've cooked up in my brain. It both appeases the part of me that adheres to canon characterization of Camila as a woman who still, years later, has boxes of Manny's stuff lying around the house, yet to be put away, bc realistically she did not get proper space to mourn him when he died and she is not ready to move on...AND the part of me that, like you, wants Camilla's coworkers to see a picture of Darius and LOSE THEIR MINDS. HELLO??? THIS IS THE BAD BITCH SHE PULLED BY BEING AUTISTIC??? FR???????

And then I'm unsure whether or not I prefer Darius with romantic feelings for Camila? On the one hand I think, in the beautiful timeline where I actually wrote this, I'd prefer to have it come down on the side of "Darius and Camila are Good Friends who bond over how terrifying being a new(ly), single parent is"

and Hunter has to grapple with the fact that no, his family is not and never will be "normal" according to societies standards, and he cannot parent trap his parents into loving each other, but that doesn't make his family structure any worse off than something closer to a nuclear family.

Also I'd squeeze some juicy character exploration out of Luz bc she is SO not over her dad's death. She tries to downplay it and act like she is but she is not and it's very very clear in TTT. But she also wants her mom to be happy more than anything. And she loves love! And it'd make hunter happy! So she's just. Sitting there with gritted teeth trying not to get upset at the idea of Darius and her mom actually getting together and being happy.

But, tragically, I can't guarantee I'll ever fully write this out (though I fully encourage ppl to run with the idea if they like it. Please run with it I can't be the only one who's thought of this before) so I give myself a little more room to be silly and I say that. Darius is a person with a lot of walls up who likes pretending to be cool as a method of distancing himself from ppl, and I'd love to watch those walls get eroded by the overly sincere and silly sci-fi nerds that are his son-figure and his crush, who are also mother and son. Also I love the idea of Darius being a man in his forties with a crush. Yes!! Get more pathetic!!! Raeda is cowering rn!!!!!

IN CONCLUSION: I love you anon, I should really make SOMETHING based on the Darius Camila fake dating scenario, but if I don't, let this rambling serve as a testament to the GRIP it has on my brain

[pixies-and-poets]

peeks in

I feel a lil embarrassed coming here to dump these thoughts bc they're not related to one AU in particular but more a concept a friend and I came up with? and it's Woodrow related and you are kind of the ultimate Woodrow person /pos

I had the idea of all the wardens having gone through some kind of ceremony in the past for each of them when they began their wardenry. and bc I'm a sucker for this trope, I like to think that through some old magic they were each given one (1) special power in order to keep their planet safe, unique to each of them. Of course by the time we see them in SOH, their planets were still overrun bc Cursa was just too powerful.

But it got me thinking (of course) about what Woodrow's power could be. And my friend and I started thinking about things like controlling storms, shadows, stuff like that...

But me being me(tm) and loving monsters and characters transforming into monsters, I settled on: giant crow beast Woodrow.

This is sorta something I talked abt in a post of mine under different contexts but I LOVE the idea of Woodrow's name being short for Woodland Crow, referring to this monstrous form he can take when necessary. I imagine he's at least three times his height like this, winged and all, but still awkward and gangly, just even more unsettling.

I think it would be cool if he had storms somewhat under his command like this - somewhat because Woodrow being Woodrow, his luck would probably not always have it work out.

Also uhhh final thought is. I imagine him being even bigger than Phantom in this form so! for the first time ever Phantom gets cuddles from someone bigger than him :]

TDLR: Woodrow has a special warden power and it's turning into a giant storm crow

Aww that's very sweet of you!! I never think of myself as the ultimate anything, haha. I'm always happy to hear people's Woodrow ideas :3 I've said this before, but I love how he resonates with people. Not just me. I don't think I've ever seen the idea of an artist/writer who struggles with acceptance, both of themselves and their work (because for many of us those two are essentially the same thing), and yet KEEPS GOING despite all setbacks, portrayed in such a powerful way that is equally blunt and whimsical.

This is a super cool idea about the wardens. And for Allegra it happened in reverse: they KNEW she should be the warden/melodist becuase she could do the rituals on her own. I'd love to hear ideas you have about the other wardens!

Picturing him as a giant crow is so cool, and YES... he can bring Phantom under his wing... or sit on him like a big egg sadjfl;kaj. And yeah, maybe due to his bad luck, the transformation would not fully work sometimes, and he'd end up as some kind of rabbid harpy thing with talons and wings but the rest of his body being normal...

Y'know, it would be fun to imagine SoH characters as other animals than rabbi(d/t)s... Woodrow would be a crow, no doubt about it! I think Phantom could be a very fancy pampered cat or something, lol... but I'm going off on too many tangents now!!

Thank you for sharing your idea, I love it :D

[crimeronan]

can you talk about chronic illness themes in greywaren pretty please I’m so curious what you thought about the conclusion or lack therof

i've had this in my inbox for weeks and keep thinking about it and like. on the one hand i want to answer on the other hand i don't enjoy spending a lot of time talking about things i don't like. but i think i've nailed down the broad shape of my grievances wrt chronic illness real quick, so here's this and moving on

i think the first 2/3rds of greywaren were perfectly suited in tone to what dreamer trilogy had set up and there were Really good questions raised about matthew and jordan and declan and ronan and hennessy, i also think hennessy's arc (and the ronanessy culmination) was the only one that felt like it actually followed through on the chronic illness themes that had been set up. i was very very interested in jordan's thing about the act of creation keeping her awake, there's some good metaphors about artist survival there, tho ymmv. i know a lot of people with chronic fatigue aren't fond of it bc making art is Tiring and sometimes you Cannot Do It but tbh what i didn't get from jordan i got fine from hennessy so. that's all fine. then the last few chapters of the book take a hard transition into "now i have to wrap this whole universe up prettily to avoid rude tweets" and that apparently meant not having any messiness on the page, which is a shame because complex nuanced messiness is where stiefvater's writing most thrives.

adam and ronan's resolution was boring they didn't fix any of the things that were a problem wrt ronan's chronic illness and adam's Everything, joining souls in space is stupid, they already KNEW they loved each other, the love was not the PROBLEM, the problem was that they were on fundamentally incompatible life paths and loving each other DOES NOT MAKE THOSE COMPATIBLE.

declan and matthew's resolution was nonexistent, i'm actually Very Okay with the whole "matthew walks home" plotline but i needed his POV of that journey and i needed WAY more on the page from declan at the end there and i needed WAY more than "i can be fine relying on you guys bc bryde told me i should" when declan's treatment of matthew up til then had shown NO indication that matthew can EVER trust him.

bryde is the sickest person in the series and his end was far too ambiguous for my taste, especially when up to that point he and matthew had been interrogating the EXACT themes i'd wanted to see about what it means to be a dream and to be this kind of chronically ill. like we were almost somewhere there and then we just dropped everything about.... everything.

meanwhile adam is torn apart on the astral for days and days and days but wakes up fine and then bam, we flip forward 4 years and he's normal and there's no indication of any potential issues even tho there were themes traced all the way back to cdth about him and hennessy having similar chronic illnesses (thru lace metaphor). the epilogue firmly establishes that everyone is Better and that they all have stuff Figured Out Now and while i like knowing where people end up, i don't like a resolution that boils down to "and now we never need to struggle again."

i did not like greywaren's takes (or lack thereof) on chronic illness because it felt like we can't exist in a "joyful comfort read" because chronic illness is Bad and the author wants to avoid nasty tweets about doing Bad Things to characters.

i want to know what greywaren would have been if its main purpose had been to carry thru the series themes instead of to make trc fandom shut up and feel pleased about their blorbos and move on. stief talked about how she had to do a lot of rewriting with the dreamer trilogy up through greywaren bc she was so angry about being sick and. i want the angry book. i want the drafts that weren't pared down and rearranged and cut apart and spliced together to appease every normie person who's never felt constant pain or fatigue a day in their lives. the first two books were for me and will always have been for me, they are The Most Personal Books I Have Ever Consumed, but in order for greywaren to be for me, it would have had to Not be for certain people, and. well.

greywaren is for everyone.

so. shrug emoji. i guess.