#i’m screaming this is my favourite stream ever

[elairetexe]

THE SUN SHINES UPON US TODAY!

CHAOTIC BEDWARS WITH ERET FUNDY AND WEI HAS BEEN UPLOADED TO YOUTUBE THIS IS NOT A DRILL THE VOD HAS BEEN FOUND!!

HUGE THANKS TO THIS AMAZING PERSON!!

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME

episode four :: REMINDER.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔y/n was always right.

fc – wonyoung jang (aged up to 28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕none, more messy behaviour.

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y/n show her these 🕷

2,294,103 comments.

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☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

babygirl alex: OMFGGGJDISKQW

babygirl alex: THE PHOTOS Y/N POSTED ???

y/n: omg alex stop 🤭

y/n: are we gonna kiss rn

girlfriend kika: I KNOWWWWWWW

wifey lily: MOTHERRRRRR

y/n: PLSSSS

angel carmen: we are NOT worthy.

angel carmen: LIKE

angel carmen: one chance pls 🧎🏻‍♀️

y/n: YOU GET ANYTHING U WANT

CARMEN 😍‼️

wifey lily: i might propose actually

y/n: I SAY YES 💍‼️

girlfriend kika: i audibly gasped

y/n: do i make u nervous babygirl 🤭

babygirl alex: i sat there staring at my phone for an hour

PIERRE GASLYYYY: i sometimes wonder who’s dating who

alabono: i been saying like ??

chal eclair: no bc how does y/n make them react like this 😀

princess george: i’ve never posted a photo and gotten this reaction out of carmen

my baby lando: y/n’s just that bitch

my baby lando: like she’s so iconic let’s be real

honey badger: she’s an icon, she’s a legend and she is the moment.

honey badger: she’s everything and we’re just existing in her world

honey badger: she’s mother

honey badger: she’s cunt

babygirl alex: daniel gets it

wifey lily: daniel >>>>

girlfriend kika: holyshit is danny a bigger stan than me 😟

angel carmen: daniel 🔛🔝

chili!: y/n is just very slay in general

y/n: omfg 😭

y/n: you’re actually my favourite people

i love you so much ???

y/n: danny, carlos and lando 🔛🔝 frfr

y/n: wait

y/n: do the french mfs think i’m not slay 🤨

alabono: not me y/n i stan and stream on a daily basis 😁🙏🏻

PIERRE GASLYYYY: i just want my gf back 😭

chal eclair: me too 😭

chal eclair: wait i’m not french >:(

babygirl alex: if y/n says you’re french, then you are french. you become french even if you’re not french. figure that shit out 🤷🏻‍♀️

chal eclair: 😟

wifey lily: what she said 🗣

chal eclair: my own gf ?????

y/n: she’s my gf now 👹

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[world0fmadness]

STITCHIN’ UP MY HEART

max verstappen x cosplayer! youtuber! reader

♡ general dating headcanons for max with a cosplayer partner!

୨୧ i’m so crazy excited for lollipop chainsaw repop so you know i just had to include a cosplay of my favourite girl ever, juliet starling! i really hope you guys are liking the headcanons so far, i’m actually finding them easier to work with than smau <3

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♡ you guys met after he stumbles across one of your videos on youtube!

୨୧ he knows what cosplaying is, obviously, and though he’d never really looked into it that much before there’s just something about your face in the thumbnail and the beautiful smile on your face that makes him click on it…

♡ he watched it all the way through <3

୨୧ he thought you were one of the most creative and passionate people he’d ever came across on the web and loved how softly you explained things to the viewer, speaking into the camera as if he was really there next to you and you’d been friends for years

♡ your videos very quickly became a source of comfort for max, he felt like you were such a well meaning soul and just loved your voice

୨୧ eventually, he gets the courage to send you a message on social media, professing his love for your videos and how passionate you are, offering you a vip paddock pass if you’d ever like to come to a race and chat with him

♡ to say you’re confused would be an understatement… who is this verified guy in your messages? f1? i mean, you know a little about it like how a lot of people watch it and it’s people driving fast cars but you don’t watch it

୨୧ but max’s message is just so sweet and heartfelt, you almost can’t believe it came from someone as famous as him… you thought most famous people were supposed to be snobby?

♡ eventually, you message him back! extending your gratitude for his viewership and kind words, making sure he knows how much they mean to you and you agree to visit the paddock, mainly just to have a conversation with max as you’re now enamoured with how sweet he is

୨୧ max practically screams in happiness when you accept his offer, already thinking over how he’ll greet you in person, and sends all the details over to you

♡ when the day to meet finally comes, you dress casual, not really knowing ( or caring ) about the “ right ” way to dress for an f1 race

୨୧ when you meet him, he’s surprisingly a little shy! having watched your videos, now seeing you in person for the first time, it feels like the roles are reversed, it feels like he’s not famous at all, just an awestruck guy meeting a celebrity

♡ you guys have a casual chat over some hot drinks in the paddock, conversation flowing smoothly and peacefully… yeah… you think this is nice… you think he’s nice… you could get used to this

୨୧ little do you know he’s thinking the same <3

♡ eventually, you have to leave but not before making sure he has your number to call you later, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek and bidding him a thank you and goodbye

୨୧ he didn’t want to wash that cheek for a week…

♡ fast forward like, two years and many dates later anddd you’ve been dating for a year and a couple months

୨୧ he’s absolutely your #1 fan, your biggest cheerleader

♡ you make almost all of your costumes by hand, purchasing fabrics and stitching it all

୨୧ so whenever max is out without you and sees some fabric he thinks you’d find useful, he’ll always buy it for you!

♡ sometimes you stream some progress of making your costume and there are SO many fan favourite moments of max popping in and out of the room to check on you

୨୧ him coming to give you some snacks and a drink ( usually a red bull ), asking how the costume is coming along, getting jimmy and sassy out of the room because they keep playing with the threads… even sometimes popping in just for a quick kiss which fans especially love

“ it’s looking good so far liefde, when do you think you’ll be finished with it? ” ( he just admires you with soft eyes and a smile as you tell him how many more days you think it’ll take to be done )

♡ he loves showing people on the grid your latest cosplay photoshoots! he’s like a proud mother, holding his phone up to engineers and other drivers so they can see and telling them all about how long it took you to craft the costume

୨୧ but they don’t mind, max is the happiest they’ve ever seen him with you and some of the drivers ( most of them ) actually think your cosplays are awesome, especially lando! he asks max to pass on recommendations of future cosplays to you and whenever you’re there with max, you and lando are non stop talk machines…

♡ his absolute favourite characters for you to cosplay are really badass girls, he thinks you look especially good in those and your personality fits them so well

୨୧ but he also thinks it’s so fucking cool when you cosplay male characters, keeping your hair the same and just slightly gender-bending the character

♡ one time you cosplayed as john marston from red dead redemption and it just completely rerouted his brain wiring… you think he might have a thing for outlaws now

୨୧ well honestly, you being a cosplayer introduced him to a lot of new attractions that he’d never think of himself having…

♡ when i say he was gagged when you cosplayed as lady dimitrescu from resident evil village, i mean he was fucking gagged

୨୧ he couldn’t get over it, when you walked out of your closet after putting on the costume he was slack jawed for at least two minutes! he almost didn’t want anyone else seeing this one because it just did something so special for him

♡ and don’t even get me started on the time you cosplayed dixie clemets from rumble roses…

୨୧ have you cosplayed aphrodite from god of war III just for max’s eyes before and it ended in your bodies being tangled in the sheets your shared bed, soft lips meeting in a dance of deep love and hushed sounds of pleasure filling the room?

♡ yes, yes you have…

୨୧ and obviously you don’t just cosplay characters because they look cool, you’re a huge gamer and are actually knowledgeable on the characters you’re cosplaying

♡ he absolutely loves when you go on rambles about the character you’re cosplaying! it mainly happens while you’re crafting the costume, you’ll go into a spiel about why this character is so damn good and he’ll just stare at you with his lips turned up in a smile and this look of pure adoration in his eyes ( which is sometimes captured on stream )

୨୧ often times you play games cuddled up on the couch together and he’ll point out characters he thinks would make a great cosplay

“ oh, look at her liefde! that design is pretty, no? i think you’d look pretty in that… ” ( he thinks you’d look pretty in a potato sack )

♡ obviously max streams racing games and what not but you actually get max into playing story games too!

୨୧ though he likes to keep those reserved for just the two of you, very rarely streaming them

♡ one of his favourite types of games to play with you are couch co-op games! brothers: a tale of two sons, unravel, it takes two, overcooked

୨୧ and of course, moving out… oh boy, that game has you guys either laughing so hard and giving yourself stitches or yelling at each other so loud about just going in the right damn direction

“ no! not that way liefde! oh my god, over here, please just come over here and help me with this ” ( you’re never actually angry of course, soft chuckles constantly slipping out in between yells )

♡ whenever you cosplay a character that requires a lot of make-up, he’s always right there waiting for you when you’re done with a make-up wipe in hand, gently helping you remove it all

୨୧ he really helps out a lot with stuff! whatever you need, he’ll try and help… holding down two pieces of fabric while you stitch them together? he’s on it! searching for a very particular patterned fabric? he’ll be looking at online stores every spare second he has! he says it feels good to help you

♡ and what a good helper he is…

yncosplays: this month’s cosplays so far! the latest being my favourite girl, juliet starling ( and a special someone’s head as nick ) this is my favourite one so far… watch how i made it here!

maxynforever: is that max’s head… ?

> f1lover: oh my god, it is 😭

maxverstappen ✔️: beautiful as always liefde! i’m always blown away by your talent to craft these costumes… though i must ask, was making a replica of my head to hang off your hip absolutely necessary?

> yncosplays: yes, yes it was <3

maxverstrapon: i don’t know wether to be impressed or slightly freaked out about seeing a replica of max’s head on her hip…

[izzystizzys]

Fox tags along on a smuggling bust one (1) time and subsequently wishes he’d never been decanted.

Well, he’s arrested the perp a lot more than just one time, actually, but that very first tackle into a chokehold and electrocuffs more than sufficed to turn the fates against him - the fates, and Cody, the insufferable twat. They’re not actually even batchmates, the lot of them, and going by numbers Fox was decanted long before them (long as in seconds or minutes, no one actually knows), but Seventeen put them all in a training room together and then stupid kriffing Kote looked him up and down, nodded, and hasn’t stopped calling him vod’ika since.

“Why is one of the Republic’s most wanted criminals asking to speak to you, vod’ika?”, Cody asks, without any preamble, almost making Fox cut the holocall on principle. He would, if General Kenobi wasn’t right there next to the little shit. “And why do I not like his tone?”

Fox has to resist the urge to close his eyes and scream, making do with a deep sigh instead. Force curse the day Cody decided to adopt-nap him, and Wolffe following suit immediately. “Weequay, shifty eyes, stupid fucking pirate bandana?”

Cody’s eyes narrow suspiciously, and Kenobi’s eyebrows raise simultaneously. It’s more than a little creepy.

Fox rolls his eyes so hard he sees stars. “Tell him he can go space himself, unless he wants me to do it for him. And then tell him that if he sends me fuzzy fucking socks again I might just hunt him down and do it anyways.”

Past the slide of the door, Thorn’s unmistakable cackle reaches Fox. And Cody, going by the narrowing of his eyes. “Don’t tell him that, ori’vod, he’s probably into that”, Thorn calls out, gleefully, and Force Fox really should’ve kept this to himself in the first place.

He would’ve, actually, but the constant stream of strange presents into Guard headquarters is hard to miss. It was Alderaanian chocolates, last week, which Fox pawned off on the Shinies. A box from a store with a blacked out label before that, which he launched out the window with burning ears before Thire could get a closer look at it.

“Actually”, Thorn continues, happily, “I don’t think it matters much if you do tell him anything - it’s not like the Commander has been the most graceful courtée, and that hasn’t done anything to discourage our favorite smuggler.”

“Marshall Commander”, Fox hisses, because he’s a pissy bitch, and then, because all professionalism has gone out the window anyways, “This is why Stone is my favourite.”

Thorn’s wounded gasp is lost over Kenobi’s thoughtful hum, and Cody’s patented I’m-going-to-do-something-incredibly-stupid-and-you-can’t-stop-me glare. “That would explain why we have Hondo Ohnaka accosting our troopers about your flavour preferences concerning fruit candies. But the one asking to speak to you is Cad Bane, Marshall Commander.”

The string of curses Fox lets out at that is loud enough to have Mauler stick his head in the com room to ask if everything is alright, and Thorn roll on the floor with howling laughter.

Force curse the day he ever slapped electrocuffs on Hondo Ohnaka, and double-curse the one he threw Cad Bane to the floor with a scissor leg takedown.

[choslut]

˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ THE COLOUR RED. featuring yae miko.

↻ yae miko loves staining her dearest darling with her favourite colour.

tags : shibari, implied dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, voice kink, slight hand kink // wc. 0.8k

author’s note : ‘m soooo tired… TT i’ve been trying to cook up a new theme in time for kinktober but my head is empppptttyyyyyy… but never too empty to think about shibari with yae miko!!! this is the only wlw work on here but it’s the one i’m most proud of, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i loved writing it <33 as always, notes and reblogs are much appreciated !! and feel free to check out my masterlist for more of my work if you really liked this.

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YAE MIKO’s favourite colour is red. it’s a colour she sees every day during her shifts at the narukami shrine, and although some may grow tired of seeing such a vibrant colour every single day, she is one to never tire of it. it represents what she lives and works for, and although purple may seem more fitting due to her affinity with the electro element and its archon, red appeals to her a little more. 

that’s why she’s decided to tie you up in beautiful, winding red ropes, and decorate the smooth skin of your neck with glaring red marks. 

for her, the colour red is much more than just a colour. it’s the colour of her love for you, and as she pulls the crimson rope a tad bit tighter around your chest, she knows that in that exact spot, the red fluid flowing through your veins will come to a stop. 

“does it hurt?” her playful voice turned sultry echoes through the confines of your blurred mind, rendered helpless by the lack of blood flowing to your brain. “make sure to tell me if it hurts, my dear. i don’t want to kill you.”

the position she has you in is nothing short of a work of art. your arms are folded neatly behind your back as you sit on your knees on the futon, staring up at here with nothing but love and lust swirling in your eyes. you nod slowly, and she bares her sharp teeth in a smile, sliding her perfectly manicured hands under your chin and pulling your face up to look at her. 

“this is something i’ve always wanted to try,” she starts, “shibari. i’ve only ever read about it in those erotica novels at the publishing house, but I could never find anyone willing enough to let me experiment with it. i do hope i’ve done it right.”

you suspect she has, given the way the rope rubs against you in all the right places. It rests just shy of your nipples, pulled tight enough so that it doesn’t hurt, but provides just the right amount of pressure to your areolas. the stream of red runs its course under your arms, wrapping around your arms and trailing down your spine until it rests in between your asscheeks, pulling in between your legs and resting against your agitated clit before making its way back between the valley of your breasts. 

it’s beautiful. it’s torture.

it’s downright torturous the way the rope rubs against your clit every time your chest rises and falls with each breath. miko must’ve been crazy to think something like this wouldn’t hurt, because it definitely is, but in all the right ways. “miko…”

“what is it, my flower?” you half expect her to kneel down to your level, but such actions are beyond her prowess, so you settle for craning your neck to look up at her. “are you feeling alright?”

no, you want to scream, but her voice, smooth like butter, slices through your panic like a knife, and suddenly your muscles relax as you give in to the beautiful pain of the ropes straining against your skin. “feels weird, miss…”

ah, yes. you’ve finally let it slip. it didn’t take much to get you to submit, yet here you are now, words tangled like the rope against your flesh as you beg her for even the slightest stimulation. “does it, now?” miko is acting dumb. of course it feels weird, it would for someone experiencing this for the first time. “but i thought i tied the ropes in the right places that make you feel good, my love.”

it does feel good. oh, god, it feels good, so much so that you can’t even muster up a sentence to express it, instead trying (and failing) to rub your thighs together to grasp more of the feeling. 

“ah, ah, ah, my dear,” she chastises, waving one perfectly manicured finger down at you. “the beauty of this…” her finger hooks under the rope tied across your chest, “… is that you barely have to move. relax your muscles. feel it.”

so you listen to her, and you feel it. miko’s fingers trace the knots of the rope carefully, and she watches curiously as your eyes flutter shut and you succumb. it’s such a pretty sight, watching you finally let go, and when she suddenly tugs harshly at the central rope, you lurch forward, body trembling in waves as your orgasm washes over you. 

it’s so much, it’s almost too much, and she only laughs at your quivering form. “humans display such interesting emotions.”

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[heartpascal]

the gold. . .

▹ — joel miller x f!reader

▹ — summary: you don’t like the person joel’s become.

▹ — a/n: not my favourite writing ever :( i love this concept tho it would make such good angst!!! also i’m only part way through the game so idk if this sorta thing is really covered :’) either way, go easy on me pls <3 kinda tempted to do a pt 2 where they meet again years later via tess buuuut yk

▹ — warnings: angst, like. quite a bit of it, joel’s kinda a bad person ish, grief, arguments, (mentioned) killing, blood

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The outbreak had torn the world apart, it had torn your world apart. But then again, that was everybody’s story, anyone who managed to survive had lost everything they valued. Most people had to have the debate if survival was even worth the suffering or seemed to come pre-packaged with.

Hell, you were one of the lucky ones! You were alive, your fiancé was alive, but the two of you had lost the thing most precious to you; Sarah.

For a long time, you were convinced that you’d soon follow her footsteps, finally kick the bucket in some way or other. But miracle after miracle led to you living, with a lot of those miracles being orchestrated by Joel or Tommy. For years, the three of you looked after each other, surviving in the QZ together as best as you could. Sure, you and Joel wouldn’t be getting married, and yes, Tommy became more restless as the days went on, but you were together.

You thought that was all that mattered.

An aching that started at your chest had long since spread to the rest of your body, settling heavily in your bones and leaving you exhausted.

Tired of Joel being out all times of the night, with his newest crew of people who you couldn’t help but get chills from. Tired of Tommy refusing to cooperate with the authorities in this dystopian world that was now your reality. Tired of being the only one who was still trying to stick together, to survive together.

There was nothing worse than watching the man you love die in front of your very eyes. It was slow, at first, the grief over Sarah making everything seem minor, excusable. It made the world harder to live in, the centre of both yours and Joel’s universe now suddenly gone, and it was like you’d lost your orbit. Like you were floating in space, unsure where you were meant to be going.

Eventually, you found Joel and Tommy being the people you’d orbit. Somehow, you always came back to the shitty apartment that Joel refused to make feel anything like a home.

You were the only one who knew that this was your reality now, and you could either live in it, or you should have just died with Sarah. You wanted to live, with Joel, with his brother, who used to be your best friend.

It started when Joel finally figured out the best, most efficient, way to sneak out of the QZ without being caught.

You felt uneasy for days, unsure as to why, but when you saw Joel hammering nails into a strip of leather, you couldn’t help but feel something was very, very wrong. You knew it was a bad idea to follow him, knew you could get everyone, including Joel and yourself, caught and likely killed, but you had to know what was going on, what they were getting up to.

With your heart hammering inside your chest, you watched from a small distance away as Joel rolled out the leather strip along a road, confusion dancing across your eyebrows. It was only when you heard the distinct rev of a truck engine that you realised what he could be doing.

A man splashed with blood stepped out of the building, screaming at the people in the truck for help, for anything, and you watched as they approached him hesitantly, the truck rolling over the nails in the leather strip.

The tires screeched as all the air streamed out, the truck trying to reverse but not getting far enough as the group — Joel’s group — approached.

You turned away, hurrying back to the QZ with your stomach turning, your whole body flinching when you heard the unmistakable sound of gunfire.

Managing to sneak back in to the QZ without being caught would’ve impressed you, had you not just witnessed a horror you almost couldn’t fathom. When you got back to your dingy apartment, you pulled open the cupboard that the weapons were kept in, and held your hand over your mouth when you saw the gun that usually sat locked in there was gone.

Your brain could barely catch up, the thought of Joel, your Joel, killing those people was strongly refuted, your own mind betraying you by conjuring up old images of domestic bliss.

Sarah’s head across your lap as you leant into Joel’s chest, one hand gently holding on to her hair, whilst your other was occupied by Joel’s own. Mornings of Joel scrambling around the house, running late as usual, whilst you and Sarah cooked breakfast together. Then, the three of you sat at the dining table, you and Sarah playfully arguing over who got shell in the pan whilst you were cooking.

The day Joel had asked you to marry him, with Sarah stood by his side, just coming up on twelve years old, her eyes so big and wide as she smiled at you. The two of them having matching expressions as they awaited your answer: a package deal, the two of them.

How could this man be the same one you lived with now? How could he hurt those people, unprompted by anybody but the shitbags he had started hanging around with? You felt sick to your stomach, like everything around you wasn’t real. Surely, you’d wake up any second, see Sarah already up and bruising her teeth. You’d go back upstairs to make sure Joel was awake, before continuing to help Sarah with breakfast. This whole outbreak thing had to be a dream, because you didn’t know what you’d do if it wasn’t.

What would you do, if the reality is that the man you love is dead? If he’s gone, twisted and darkened beyond recognition?

But that night, when Joel returned late as usual, you saw a splash of red underneath his jacket. He came in with more supplies, things you hadn’t been able to find for weeks, that miraculously turned up, he claimed. He shoved the gun back in the cupboard, locking it up as casually as you’d lock your back door.

You had no choice but to face the truth; you lost everyone the night of the outbreak. Sarah is dead, and now, clearly, so is Joel. There’s nothing left of the man you agreed to marry, not a single drop of that love reflected in his hollow eyes.

He saw you staring at him, eyes wide with what could only be horror, and snapped, “What? I got somethin’ on my face?”

“I can’t believe you— I can’t believe you!” You cried out, standing from the couch you’d been sat on since your return, awaiting his arrival anxiously. Everything within you was hoping you’d just found his doppelgänger, or something, but no. This was Joel, your Joel did this.

His eyes hardened, eyebrow casting shadows over the brown colour you remembered so fondly, “What can’t you believe now?” He scoffed out, shoving his backpack off of his shoulder and dropping it loudly on the wooden floor.

“I followed you,” you told him, watching the way his eyes widened, realisation hitting him like a ton of bricks. “I saw you, and your—your group. How could you do that? Those were people, Joel, people! Trying to survive in this hellhole just like you and me!”

Joel’s jaw clenched, “You think you know everything, huh?” He asked, sneering at you, acting as if you were an idiot, as if you were just a naive little girl who didn’t know anything about the real world.

“I’ve surely seen enough! You planned that. You helped them do that. People are dead, because of you.”

“Everybody is dead!” Joel retorted, his voice reaching the level of yelling, and he shocked even himself with his lack of restraint, the comment pulling every reservation you had from your body.

“I’m not.”

His eyes followed you as you stood, watched as your face hardened to that of stone, a look he had never seen from you. At least, not directed towards him. It filled his chest with some kind of dread, one of the first feelings besides anger and something a step further than heartbreak since Sarah had died in his arms.

You huffed, shoving past him and pretending you didn’t notice him following close on your feet. You grabbed your backpack, shoving the few clothes you wore often into it, as well as the brush you kept beside what could only be loosely referred to as your bed.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you, anywhere as long as it’s far, far, away from you.” You snapped at him, the bite in your words unfamiliar to him. “You think everyone is dead, but they’re not. I’m not. You’re not. This isn’t some fantasy land where bad things don’t count, Joel.”

“I’m doing what it takes to survive!” Joel counters you, his fingertips stretching in order to reach out for you, but he closes his hand into a fist before it gets close to you.

“That’s a lie, and you know it.” You tell him, unable to even look in his direction.

He sucks in a long breath, closing his eyes as he tries to remain composed. When he opens them, he sees you looking over at him, and he wished he’d kept them closed. Your eyes, which had once looked at Joel with nothing but adoration, were filled with angry tears, and you stared at him with something new, the warmth gone from your gaze.

“I get that you’re still grieving Sarah, so am I, but I would never do something like that. The you that I know? He wouldn’t either.”

Your voice was softened when you spoke, giving him this one chance to repent his sins, but the mention of his daughter sends him over the edge once more, words flying out of his mouth far before he could even think to stop them.

“You don’t get it,” he snarled, face red and matching the blood that stained his clothes, “She’s—was my daughter, not yours, you could never understand.”

You stared at him, expression unchanging even as Joel seemed to sober up, realising he might’ve gone a step too far. You could see the situation more clearly, and if he’d have listened, you would’ve told him he’d leaped across the line.

He reaches for you, trying to keep his grasp on you, but you pull away before his fingers could even graze your skin.

Joel’s face falls, but you stand firm.

“Sarah was my daughter, Joel. The closest thing I’ll ever get to having one, anyway. I certainly loved her like she was my own.” You say, his eyes falling closed as he let out a breath through his nose. “This isn’t what she would’ve wanted for you.”

You think of the little girl who looked up to Joel as if he hung the stars and moon himself, and for her, you’re sure he would have done. You stare at the man in front of you, and you find no resemblance to that little girl’s dad.

“Listen—”

“No, Joel! I’m done, you hear me?” You yell out, swinging your bag across your back, “I’m done.”

You pull off the engagement ring that hadn’t left your hand in years, and shove it into his hand as you pass by him, walking back towards the living room. Your hands fumble as you reach into the weapons cupboard, and you hear Joel’s hurried footsteps as he approaches you. Your hands grasp the gun, and you check the ammo, seeing that yes, there were bullets missing. It gets shoved in your bag, along with the knife you had dropped in there once moving in.

“You—c’mon, you can’t do this!” Joel pleads then, his hands reaching for you once more, but once again finding nothing to hold on to, with you moving away from him to grab the few ration cards you’d earned recently. “The—there’s curfew, just stay, stay here.”

You shake your head firmly, unable to tell him no to his face. Your confidence is fading, and you just want to curl up and cry, preferably in the arms of the man you love.

“Don’t leave me,” he says, his fist squeezed tightly around your engagement ring, not wanting to lose it. He feels sick, seeing your hand bare of it. “We—we made a promise to each other! Darlin’ just listen to me!”

“I can’t,” you say, your voice shaking and unsteady, “It’s too late, Joel. You’re too late. I—I don’t even know who you are!”

“It’s me, darlin’, it’s still me.” Joel insists as you approach the door, pulling it open, but you just don’t recognise him.

“No,” you refute, “this isn’t you.”

You close the door behind you, hearing the crash of the weapons cupboard hitting the floor, the sound of Joel’s yell only cementing your decision to make a hasty exit.

[chrisevansonly]

A Baby Slip (harry’s angel au)

pairing: harry styles x female reader (angel)

summary: the shower floor was not the place you wanted to find yourself on the first day in Amsterdam…

warnings: slight angst, very worried harry, minor injury description, lots of comfort and fluff too<3

a/n: hello my lovelies, thank you for all the love and support you all show me! i’ve got a few cute little fics coming out soon!! wrote this on my phone so it’s unedited rn!🩷

Amsterdam was beyond beautiful, the city was absolutely breathtaking, surely would be one of your favourite places after spending two days here so far for more of Harry’s shows. He’d gotten the most beautiful hotel suite overlooking the canal, the sounds of bike bells and birds chirping a constant stream of relaxation for you. Truth be told you thought baby bee loved the city as well, she’d wake you and Harry up in the morning with soft kicks to your stomach, sometimes in the middle of the night too.

There was nowhere else you’d rather be than with your favourite person, travelling the world and seeing him perform almost every night was a sight you would never take for granted ever. Before heading down to the arena with Harry you wanted to take a quick shower to get nice and clean, and let the hot water soothe your aching muscles and sore back you’d been blessed with recently.

“Harry?”

It only took a few seconds after you called for him that he appeared in the bathroom door

“You called my angel?”

“I just wanted to let you know I’m hopping in the shower quickly before we leave”

He smiled, appreciating that you were letting him know your plans

“Okay baby, thank you for letting me know”

Placing a kiss on his lips you dismissed him which earned a laugh from Harry who was quick to allow you your privacy but not before yelling “i’ve seen you naked before!” Of course he’d argue that anytime you wanted to shower alone seeing as he was used to the two of you ‘saving water’ as he called it.

The water felt almost too good against your skin, the heat working quickly to soothe your muscles. Baby bee kicked around a bit, she loved the warmth just as much as you did, or that’s what you told yourself. Keeping to your word you washed your hair and conditioned it to your liking, trying to be quick but also being safe. It wasn’t until you went to grab your body wash that your foot slipped on the tile floor and you fell flat on your butt and lower back.

All you felt in this moment was extreme pain shooting from your tailbone to the middle of your spine, your hands cupping your bump, worried about the possibility that you’d hurt your baby girl. Your heart was pounding so loud in your ears from the panic and anxiety you felt, tears rolling down your cheeks before you called out for Harry, knowing you couldn’t get yourself up off the floor

“Harry!!”

A beat passed before you yelled for him again, the second time your voice cracked, sobs filling the space around you

“H-Harry!”

It wasn’t long after you called a second time that the bathroom door swung open, Harry’s face in a panic at the state of your screams as he rushed over to pull the shower door open

“Hey, hey, baby what happened? Y/N what happened?!”

He reached over to shut the water off, his clothes slightly damp from standing under the stream

“I-I slipped…landed on my b-back and my butt”

He cursed under his breath

“Okay, alright…how much pain are you in? Can I help you up?”

“A-A lot but I want to stand p-please”

Harry nodded, leaving you only momentarily to grab a towel off the warm rack before coming back to your side and draping it over your shoulders

“I’m going to slide m’arms under yours and lift you slowly okay? If it hurts too much you tell me right away.”

You gave him a nod and he took your chin softly in his hands

“I mean it Y/N, you tell me if it hurts too bad, I can’t have my girls in more pain”

“I will promise”

Happy with the response he looped his arms under yours and begun to pull you up, thankfully it didn’t hurt to the point where you needed to stop, but once you were standing there was a definitive ache in your lower back

“There we go baby, nice and easy yeah…let’s get you to bed so I can get some ice and call a doctor”

Exhaustion was all you felt so you didn’t offer a reply, you simply gripped onto his bicep and leaned some of your weight on his side as he guided you both towards the bedroom.

all you cared about was making sure your baby girl was okay…

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If you were honest you somewhat zoned out for the doctors visit, you did catch him letting you and Harry know that your daughter was perfectly fine and you’d have some pain and bruising for a few weeks. You’d started to feel guilty for the fall, even if it wasn’t your fault the fact that you could have hurt your daughter was enough to plague your thoughts with an overwhelming sense of guilt.

“Baby?”

“Hmm..?”

Harry frowned slightly, trying to read the expression on your face

“How are you feeling? Need some more ice?”

You shook your head sending him a small smile

“No, it’s pretty numb with the stuff the doctor gave us”

“Okay, that’s good…you okay though? You spaced out there for a bit”

There was no way you’d be able to lie to Harry; he knew you too well, like the back of his hand, the chapters of his favourite book, you two knew when either one of you were off kilter, you immediately knew.

“I’m sorry”

He furrowed his brows

“What y’sorry for my angel..?”

You couldn’t back out now, so you might as well be completely honest

“I-I’m sorry because I could have hurt b-bee…”

Harry didn’t leave too much room for your mind to run when he took your face in his hands, thumbs catching your tears

“Listen to me when I say this y/n okay?”

“O-Okay…”

“Do not blame yourself for slipping and for your fall you hear me? It was an accident and our little girl is perfectly safe and healthy, you heard the doctor.”

He paused to press a kiss to your forehead

“You are keeping our girl safe while she gets big and strong, you slipping was a totally accident baby, you did nothing wrong, you called for me for help, and now we focus on getting you better, I promise you have nothing to be sorry for alright? I love you and bee so much”

The tears kept coming even after Harry had finished his speech, only this time they were over the pure and whole love he had for you

“I love you H, so much”

“Not nearly as much as I love you.”

Harry smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips before settling down next to you so you both could rest for a little while longer before he’d need to leave for the arena

“Enough to let me still come tonight…?”

He remained quiet for a moment, you knew he had a hard time saying no to you, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he told you a firm and solid no.

“See how you feel in a little and we’ll talk.”

It wasn’t a no so you’d take that answer, Harry cared so much for your well-being and health he would never put you in jeopardy or in a position for your condition to get worse or for your pain to get worse. Even if that was the case, he had the biggest soft spot in the world for you, so if you needed to bat your eyelashes at him and pepper his neck in kisses, you’d do just that.

Because let’s be honest, Harry could never say no to his favourite girls…

[despairots]

jill roberts, ethan landry.

ethan landry x gn! reader

summary: it was some bullshit conspiracy that somehow YOU figured out.

cw: swearing , blood , gore , violence , character deaths , murder , scream vi spoilers.

authors note: i am on a roll 😍 why do i feel like i’m missing tags what, this is inspired btw!!

it was some mere coincidence that you found ethan’s ghostface mask on his desk. it was a mere coincidence, you decided to play along with his excuse.

“what the fuck is this doing on your table?” you turned on his lamp lights, scaring him, watching as the color in his face faded away. “it’s just some stupid mask chad gave me.” ethan lied, placing his bag down.

“chad? the guy who got attacked last year by someone in a ghostface mask? sure.” you dragged out, placing the mask down and walked towards him, ethan looking down.

“okay, ethan, i’ll play along. why would the guy who could attacked last year give you, the shy, dorky friend, a ghostface mask?” you poked at him, leaning closer to him every time.

“how can i trust your words?” you muttered with a smirk, that fading away when you saw a dark glint in ethans eyes, “what? are you gonna tell everyone?” he muttered back, a smug look.

“maybe.” you shrugged before you felt a cold, metal at your neck, “how are you gonna tell everyone if you’re dead?” he whispered into your ear as you backed up, him following every step.

“it’s gonna be obvious that i’m found dead, in your dorm.” you answered, grabbing onto the knifes handle and pushing it away from your neck. “what are you doing in my dorm anyway?” he scoffed with a smile, pushing the knife further into your neck.

“i won’t tell anyone.” you breathed out, actually afraid for your life, “fuck, ethan, i said i won’t tell anyone. when have i ever lied?” you glared up at him, the glint in his eyes growing darker.

“fine, but if i fucking catch you telling anybody, you’ll be fucking dead.” he pulled the knife away from your neck making you release a shaky breath that you holding in.

“who knew you had this side.” you scoffed and shoved his shoulder while leaving. his eyes followed your figure, you fixing yourself while muttering swear words.

FLASHBACK

“and we have, finally, [name] [lastname], the smart, and popular person that nobody would suspect since they’re always surrounded by people that they would never have the chance kill.” mindy introduced you.

“thank you for that wonderful introduction, mindy.” you sarcastically gave her a smile and flipped her off, tara gave you a nudge making you look at her with what? look.

“even if i was the killer, i’m not, trust me, what would be my motive?” you leaned back with crossed arms, “jealousy, fame.” your smile faded and arms limping.

“just because jill roberts was my favourite does not mean i’m trying to be her and to continue her legacy.” you scoffed at the idea, “see, now that’s what i’m talking about!” mindy exclaimed, snapping her fingers.

“okay, i’m done here. i have better things to do then worry about a friend group that i’m not even apart of.” you harshly grabbed your back and left them with an angry expression.

“and we have one last surprise.” detective bailey snapped at ethan who dragged someone inside, the person having tears streaming down their eyes.

“[name]?” tara breathed out, watching ethan mockingly threaten you with the knife he had, “come on, [name], go on. tell them who you really are. tell them why you’re really friends with them.” ethan pecked your cheek as you recoiled.

“what is he talking about? [name]?” when you refused to speak, ethan plunged his knife into your abdomen making you yell in pain, “ethan, stop!” your knees gave up when he twisted the knife.

“fuck, ethan! stop it!” sam yelled at him as you were forced to look at them when ethan grabbed your hair, “their real last name, it’s roberts. they’re related to jill roberts.” ethan said for you.

“i gotta hand it to you, [name]! keeping my identity hidden! you really are a good for nothing bitch.” ethan twisted the knife out, pushing you into sam and tara.

“despite the loss of richie, i was thrilled when i heard about our new maybe of the family.” sam felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, “[name]?” the knife inside her twisted and was pulled upwards.

“god, you guys are really fucking stupid, aren’t you?” [name] yanked the knife out, sam falling into tara, “fuck! you guys should really start listening to mindy! she got it in one, two look at the popular person!”

tara looked up at them with tears, “i thought it was a bit to young for those two to get married but i was beyond happy for a new family member.” detective bailey announced.

“why are you doing this?” tara whispered, [name] twisted their bloody knife, “i’m doing it for fame. y’know, i never wanted to end up like my half-sister but turns out we both want the same thing: fame.” they kneeled down to tara’s level.

“i want what you have, tara, sam.”

[like-what-the-fuck-scoob]

maybe jus some baby eddie? idk he really comforts me and i’m feeling very bad n scared:(

Squeaky Toy (Little!Eddie Munson x Caregiver!Reader)

Summary - Little Eddie becomes attached to a squeaky dog toy. When you tell him he isn't allowed to keep it, he throws a tantrum. Until, you have the perfect idea.

Content Warnings - Eddie is age regressed. Reader is caregiver. Fluff. Crying. Comfort. Forehead kisses. Cheek kisses.

Word Count - 830

A/N - I will admit, I have never written characters in littlespace before, so I hope this is okay!! I do like reading little Eddie too, he's adorable. I wasn't sure what you wanted in terms of story and pairing, so I went with x reader as that's what most of my other fics are. I'm really really sorry you're going through a hard time right now. I just want you to know, my inbox is agere friendly, so whenever you're feeling down or lonely feel free to say hi. I would love to chat and support you ❤️❤️

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Squeak

Squeak

Squeak

"What is that?..." You mumbled to yourself, drying your hands on the kitchen towel.

You had been in the middle of chopping vegetables for you and Eddie, when a squeeky noise from the living room caught you off guard.

"Eds? Are you okay sweetheart?"

This morning, Eddie had promised to treat you. He was going to cook your favourite pasta dish for dinner. Cooking was one of his hidden talents, and he adored creating wholesome and hearty meals for you.

But, no sooner as the day began, your partner began to slip. Throughout the months of your relationship, you had learned Eddie's behaviours like the back of your hand. You knew the signs. Silent leg bounces and lip bites were enough of an indicator; before long he would tripping over the carpet, staring doe eyed, unable to navigate through his thoughts or his surroundings, ready to surrender to little space.

Today was no exception, as fifteen minutes ago you set Eddie down on his beanbag with a colouring book, kissing the top of his head softly before venturing into the kitchen to cook the pasta instead. You didn't mind. Your little guy needed a break. After everything he'd been through, you understood he needed time to relax, escape, and lose reality for a little while.

Peeking around the kitchen door, you realised that Eddie had left his beanbag, and crawled towards a fluffy toy that lay in the centre of the floor.

"What you got there?" You asked, intrigued by what the brunette was up too.

"Funnwy noise! Wook!" Eddie responded with glee, gesturing for you to look at his discovery.

Gently plucking the toy out of his fingers, you realised that this belonged to your dog. For Halloween this year, you had purchased a squeaky bat toy for your puppy, and now it seemed little Eddie had taken a liking to it.

"Eds, this belongs to the doggy. I'm sorry bubba, it isn't yours."

You tried to keep your tone quiet and caring, but you could see your partners lip starting to quiver.

"Hey, hey, it's okay little one. Remember, you have soooo many other toys to play with, don't you?" You picked up Eddie's dragon plushie, waving it with a smile.

But Eddie didn't smile back. Tears began to well in his eyes, as he gazed sadly at the dog toy.

"But... I wan the bat..."

"I know sweetie, but I'm so sorry I can't let you have it. It's been in the dogs mouth, and she's probably stepped all over it too." You explained softly, hoping to appease him.

"But.. but.."

Cries escaped his mouth before he could finish his sentence, hiccuping as he tried to supress his small sobs of defeat.

"Oh honey, it's okay, come here" You cooed, opening your arms to hug the little guy.

"NO!" Eddie screamed, turning his back on you, tears streaming down his delicate features.

Your heart shattered. You loved him more than anything in the world, and you wished you could give him everything he ever wanted. But he couldn't have that bat toy. You needed to make this right.

In a brainwave, you quickly opened your phone, typed in some keywords, and punched in your credit card details, before turning your attention back towards Eddie, who was now laying on the floor in adorable protest.

/

The following day wasn't much better. Your little curly haired menace tossed and turned all night, and was now sat sulking in front of the television, his legs tucked into his chest.

You motioned to the bowl of chicken nuggets on the table. "Come on sweetheart, aren't you going to eat your yummy nuggets?"

Shaking his head, Eddie frowned, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

"Bubba, plea-

Ding Dong

The sound of the doorbell diverted your focus, and you padded over to the door. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the parcel delivery man. You'd been anticipating this package since the moment you ordered it the previous evening.

"Eddieeeeeee" You sang, headed back over to the sofa. "Look what's hereeeee"

Perching next to him, you allowed Eddie to take the small brown box from your hands.

"F-for me?"

"Yes! You can go ahead and open it."

Keeping your fingers crossed, you watched in optimism as your little brunette teared into the paper, to reveal a brand new bat plushie.

Eddie's face lit up, a smile wider than any you'd ever seen from him before. Your heart fluttered, as he threw his arms around you with a childlike force.

"Oh my Gawd! A new bat! Fank you fank you!!" He exclaimed, hugging the bat close to his chest.

You exhaled, cupping your partners chin, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Anything for you, my little bubba."

With a grin, Eddie lay his head on your lap, catching up on the cuddles he had missed over the past 24 hours.

"I wove you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Eddie."

[medlabmech]

I made a thing, yayayyyyy!!!!

So, a while ago, I saw that the creators of the Whinnie the Pooh slasher wanna make a Pinocchio horror too. Annoyed with the constant influx of shitty shock value horror, I wanted to write our dear P beat this thing up.

And my writer's block took that personally.

BUT

Now... I cooked!!!!

Hope you like it! Tell me if you'd like to read more! (I got continuation plans for this fight scene)

Tags: P vs original creature, violence, silent protagonist, action, horror elements, slight body horror

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“I suppose this is the place” chirped Gemini with uncertainty. P held his gaze at the rotten carcass of a manor at the top of a winding hill path. The light from the Monad lamp being of little solace.

It wasn't long since P’s lazy night was interrupted by a survivor. A woman, screaming hysterically of a hellish puppet of wood in the old Monad manor. A place so forgotten, even by those who built it, that it now looked completely foreign to Krat.

P half expected the woman to be exaggerating, something that was sadly taken out of the question with the unmistakable iron scent of blood hitting his nostrils as soon as he stepped into the house’s domain. Feelings have been more intense ever since his fully realised humanity…without that being always a good thing.

P gripped his weapon in hand -the two dragons sword, to ensure ease in combat in case thing went claustrophobic in there- and started pacing deeper into the maw of darkness.

“Eugh! I’m…I’m sensing something!” Gemini protested “It’s…it’s like Ergo but…ugh..foul…like…something that shouldn’t exist..” P almost sushed him in anger, before feeling it as well. Something in his heart…like a foul stream of poison mixing up with his Ergo…Something is definitely here…

a muffled sound of a thud was all that was heard, but it was enough to make P rush to it’s source like a hound. There in a horrible parody of a workshop, he found it. The crude wooden puppet of a boy, swinging a tool up and down with stilted movements. The tool’s target was a mass of flesh in the vague shape of a face, each thud a squelch that sent prickles of disgust up P’s skin. The woman was right. This really was the mischievous puppet…Carlo’s favourite tale…

The thing twitched and imitated turing around. Despite the boyish frame, the face of the creature was more fitting to a Carcass. Razor sharp teeth affixed to a permanent grin, a crooked, dark branch for a nose, and strangely organic, bloodshot eyes.

“H-H-Hiii-iii” it huffed. “I’m lo-oo-nelyyy…I wa-aa-nt…friends to br-br-aaaaaake…t-t-toooys to k-k-k-k-k-KILL!” it mumbled and rushed P, tool raised. The Puppet of Geppetto simply huffed, and spun his sword into a defensive stance, the creature hitting him exactly as he guarded, shooting it back and allowing P a diagonal slice on his opponent’s chest.

The puppet screeched in pain and stumbled back, exposing a pulsating, reddish webbed material through a cut on its torso. “I-i-iiii just want FRIE-EE-EENDS!” It shouted and it’s nose seemed to be getting longer and more crooked. P switched to a crafted weapon, a massive saw crafted onto a glaive handle that offered rocked boosted strikes. Insulted with this thing’s mere existence, he wound the weapon back, feeling the booster of the handle heat up. He was determined to end this here and now.

With just a blink, the puppet was infront of him, screeching and flailing wildly, P barely managing to raise his weapon to guard. The monster’s attacks were relentless, forcing him on the defensive, unable to find the timing to swing his slower, but more powerful attack.

The puppet’s next lunge had it cling to the the massive blade, its teeth grinding together in rabid frenzy as it shouted “We knew you would come….we were expecting you, f-f-f-friiiiiend…” it spat the words at P, alongside a tar like goo. The puppet made the mistake of trading its edge in combat with horror. With it finally being still, P struck the back of his metal hand across its face, knocking a few teeth out and making it stumble towards the edge of the saw. P wasted no time in firing up the booster glaive, spinning around with the monster still lodged on the saw’s teeth. With a mighty shout, and the aid of the booster and his puppet strength, he performed a spin of red light, faster than a blink, cleaving the mischievous puppet in half.

The creature stumbled back in panic, dark, pulsing viscera spilling from its stump. “Th-Th-Th-Theeee-Theeere are n-n-n-n-oooo striiiiiiii-iiings on m-m-mmeeee…” It mumbled as the viscera became more rigid, more akin to thin spider legs… “B-B-B-Buuuuuuuuuuuut-t-t-t, there will be-be-be on…y-y-yoooooouuuurrrr-” the wooden body was more like a suggestion at this point, looking more like crudely put together exoskeleton, the creature’s maw cracking-”COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRPSEEEEEEEE” it screamed and lunged at P. He barely managed to switch to the two dragons sword and guard by raising his metal arm. The monster bit into the arm, denting the metal and causing P to sharply exhale in pain.

Gritting his teeth in rage, he rammed the sword through the monster’s jaw joints, and pulled down, completely uhinging the mandible and freeing his arm. The creature simply yanked the now useless jaw off its face with an annoyed grunt, like one would toss a cigarette on the ground. It roared, and thin, tendon-like strings shot from its forearms to grab an assortment of nasty tools from behind it. Cackling with malice, it wildly swung its arms around, unleashing a flurry of unpredictable strikes at P.

Some he deflected with graceful swings of the sword, others nicked and whipped him and for some more he had to feel the dull pain of when they struck his blade. P’s breathing became slightly laborious, hoping the monster gives him a chance to dodge away and pop a pulse cell. The chance he actually got however was much, much better. The creature wound back its arms and shot both strings forward, aiming for the sword and successfully wrapping around the blade. P gasped, and as soon as he felt his opponent tug, he tugged harder, spinning around and stabbing the sword deep in the floor. With the strings immobilised, he pulled out the grisly, gargantuan live puppet axe and dropped it in front of him, its sheer weight cutting of the fleshy threads. Throwing his arm back to switch to his own puppet string, he used the axe’s handle as a pole to spin forward and shoot the string at the monster. The tip speared through its eye, earning a screech of pain out of it, and the last thought it could possibly have, as P traced himself to it and jumped high to the ceiling, the combined force of gravity and P bringing heavy metal on the mischievous puppet, cleaving the monster vertically in half.

the horrible heart at the center spat out blood, its sinister glow fading as the halves slumped to the floor. The creature was still scary to look at, but now the malicious spark of its life had faded for good.

P held his hand to his heart, the metallic pounding of the P organ calming down with each passing second….the sourness still leaving a foul aftertaste…

“sigh..not to be a jerk….but I don’t think this is over just yet…” Gemini admitted with a heavy heart. P replied with a silent, slow nod of approval. Whatever this is…is merely the tip of the iceberg….

[moonwritewastaken]

Drunk on Each Other - cc!Quackity x gn!reader

Genre - friends to lovers

Warnings - language and mentions of alcohol/drinking

Word count - 2013

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR 50 FOLLOWERS! ♥️♥️

This was very much inspired by Karl and Quackity’s drunk Roblox stream they did a month ago because that’s one of my favourite streams ever!

-🌙

Your friendship group’s dynamic was about to change for the better. Nerves were high among your friends but the accompanying excitement trumped it all. The reason for this was because George was in Florida. Finally, after years, he was in Florida. You and Quackity decided to stream together to hype up the vlog release then end when George said he was uploading it. You’d just finished Quackity’s stream in which he tried on outfits chat had chosen for Twitcon, unsurprisingly they weren’t exactly suitable but they were funny.

Quackity is getting your drinks ready in the kitchen while you set up your stream and open the game so it was all ready to go. You start the stream and do a quick wave to your chat.

“Hi chat, hope you’re having a great day! Today we’re going to be drinking and playing a Roblox horror game before a certain upload” your chat starts freaking out at the cryptic mention of the vlog. Once you’ve done your little intro, Quackity walks over and joins you in frame.

“Hello, hello chat” Quackity does his iconic voice and you smile at how excited your chat is despite most of them having just seen him on his stream.

“Okay, so we’re going to be playing a game called Doors today. The point is to get through as many doors as possible and any time we get scared, we have to take a shot” after explaining you make the game visible to chat and gesture for Quackity to go first. He stares at you for a second before sitting down.

He manages to get the controls down pretty quick and gets through almost 5 doors until the first jumpscare.

“What the fuck was that?” He grabs the headphones while you laugh and shoo him away to take a shot.

“I don’t know why I’m laughing cause I’m probably gonna be just as bad” you whisper to your chat, starting your turn.

By the time Quackity has returned a minute or 2 later, you’ve gotten past his record. He sits down and you notice that he brought his drink with him.

“Look, I’m already better than you” he glares at you before rolling his eyes and telling you focus on the game. You manage to get all the way to door 23 before jumping out of your seat. Quackity bursts into laughter, clapping at the little scream you let out.

You take off the headphones before standing up and heading to the kitchen. You take a deep breath before downing the shot and pulling a face. You hear Quackity laugh quietly (presumably from the reaction to the shot) before you take his place at the computer. You’d both been at the game for about a half hour now and the alcohol was starting to hit you both, although it seemed to hit you more than Quackity.

You watch in amusement as he gets in and out of the wardrobes scattered throughout the rooms.

“Alex don’t stay in there too long” You laugh softly while shaking your head as he hums but continues anyway.

“I’m serious, they’ll literally kill you if you’re in there too long” you glance from him to the screen to make sure he’s not dying unnecessarily. He got out of the wardrobe and continued to the next door.

“Oh shit okay” he continues through the next 9 doors before dying again. His death was around the hour mark and even in your drunken haze you see your phone light up with a notification.

‘Having technical issues, it’ll be a bit longer’

“Uh oh” Quackity whips his head towards you upon hearing you speak. You don’t say anything, instead opting to show him the message. It’s now you realise that you’re too drunk to play a game and the fact that Quackity hasn’t restarted tells he feels the same.

Quackity stands up and puts his hand on your shoulder before speaking.

“Talk about a topic, I’ll be back” you clearly didn’t quite take in what he had said which was evident by your next sentence.

“Topic? What’s the topic?” You look confusedly at chat, finding that you have to squint because of your cloudy vision. You end up chatting about random things before Quackity comes back a couple minutes later with another drink in his hand.

“You’re drinking still?” You have a slight slur in your speech which doesn’t go unnoticed by Quackity. He hums before sitting down again.

“Where’s my beanie?” His question causes your head to turn towards him before you shrug silently. He stands up again and heads to the kitchen. You read a chat message saying that his beanie was on the chair he was just sitting in.

“Alex?” He turns to you and tilts his head.

“Your beanie is on your chair you idiot” he laughs before coming up behind your chair and wrapping his arms loosely around your shoulders. Your cheeks heat up from the contact and almost as soon as you register it, it’s gone.

He picks up his beanie and instead of replacing the stupid hat he has on, he puts it on your head instead. He retakes his seat while you use the stream to move the beanie so the logo is to the side. He leans over and faces the logo towards the front like normal but you’re quick to move it again.

“What’re you doing? It faces forward” you shake your head at his insistence for something so minimal before explaining.

“I’m hiding the logo” he makes a face acknowledging your reasoning before speaking again.

“Can I tell you something?” The tone of his voice makes your heart race a little bit because of how it changed. You nod your head before blankly staring at the computer desk in front of you, trying to mentally prepare for whatever he could possibly say.

“When I first met you in person, something changed” your eyes widen slightly while you wonder what he could possibly mean by that. Unfortunately for you, he doesn’t give any further context and you’re not quite drunk enough to try and prompt it out of him. He quickly moves onto another topic after getting sidetracked by a message in chat.

After an hour of talking about nonsense and touches that set your skin on fire, you clear your throat before walking to the kitchen to pour another drink. You can still hear Quackity faintly while you lean against the counter. Taking a second to breathe, you realise just how drunk you are. Deciding this would be your last alcoholic drink, you return to the stream.

“You know what, y/n?” You hum, encouraging him to continue before averting your gaze back to the same spot on the desk as before.

“You’re great and I missed you” his words catch you off guard and you wonder how drunk he must be to say this on stream. In your periphery you can see the speed at which chat moves increase significantly.

“What the fuck” this is the only response you can muster as you breathe out a laugh. He giggles before continuing.

“I feel like I don’t tell you enough” a blush creeps up onto your face but you’re not sure how much is due to the alcohol. You see your chat spamming about your red face and you hope he doesn’t see it. Somehow you seem to get away with it for a second time.

10 minutes later and you’re talking about comfort content and comfort creators. You’d never said your favourite comfort streamer to your chat before, but the liquid courage currently circulating around your body made you want to.

“Mine is actually uh-“ you stop yourself abruptly, wondering what his reaction would be.

“Y/n?” You briefly make eye contact with him causing a lump in your throat. Against your better judgement you take another sip and continue.

“My comfort streamer is actually you” you see a look of surprise plastered across his face out of the cornier of your eye.

“You’re so cute what the fuck” you knew you were done for now. There was absolutely no way you were getting away with your reaction this time. Right on cue, chat starts spamming about how your face is as red as a Minecraft poppy. This time he takes notice of the rate that chat is moving.

“What’s wrong chat? Why are you all freaking out?” You get ready to say goodbye to your friendship with Quackity.

“Oh, you’re blushing. Why’re you so flustered y/n?” you know he’s looking at you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. You don’t want to the see the look on his face. The way you can hear your heartbeat in your ears combined with the chat messages and the feel of Quackity’s eyes boring into the side of your head was too much.

“It’s hard not to be flustered when the person you have feelings for calls you cute in front of thousands of people!” Your voice is raised only slightly, not in anger but in fear. His eyes widen at your confession and you don’t even want to think about how chat is reacting.

At this point you don’t care if George is almost ready to upload the vlog. You just want to stop the stream and deal with this away from the prying eyes of your viewers. The stream ends suddenly due to Quackity pressing the end button, he could tell you weren’t in the right space to stream right now.

“Hey, look at me, okay?” You shake your head softly, wrapping your arms around your chest as a last ditch to try and shield yourself. By now, there were silent tears streaming down your face at the prospect of having ruined your friendship with one of the most important people in your life.

“Y/n” he gets up and approaches you from the other side. He crouches down to look up at you like you do with a small child. Now being able to see your face, this is when he sees your tears. He pulls his right sleeve over his hand and dabs at your face gently in an effort to rid your face of tears. His efforts prove fruitless when new ones instantly replaced those he wipes away.

“I’m sorry” your voice is small, half hoping he didn’t hear you at all. He smiles softly, half that you were now responding. The alcohol amplified the emotions you were feeling and left your head reeling trying to catch up to the thoughts in your head.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t thinking and I got too drunk” he clears his throat, giving up on catching your eye.

“No, I’m glad you did” his words surprise you and without thinking you tilt your head to face him. It takes a second to process that he was really saying this, that it wasn’t your drunk brain trying to turn the situation positive.

“What?” Your posture changes slightly with a quick wiggle.

“I like you, y/n” it was clear to you that Quackity had sobered up quite a bit at this point. He was still feeling the effects a little but he was in a much better state than you.

Having him so close, gazing up at you while under the influence proved to be a fatal combo. Cupping his face gently, you tilt it up towards you so you can kiss him. You pull away soon after and he laughs before pulling you back in. The second kiss lasts seconds longer and when you pull away he reiterates his feelings for you. You’ve never felt so many emotions in such a small amount of time but you wouldn’t change it.

You wrap your arms around Quackity, feeling him return the gesture before realising how tired you are.

“I’m tired” he rubs circles on your back while you speak.

“Let’s go to bed” he smiles and grabs your hand, leading you to his bedroom. It isn’t long before you fall asleep, nestled into Quackity’s side.

[elairetexe]

“Acho I’m pulling you in- ACHO!”

Click for better quality, timelapse and me screaming about this moment under the read more

Timelapse:

OH MY GOD THIS MOMENT IS LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE THING EVER?? I HAVE REWATCHED THE STREAM SO MANY TIMES AHHDJDKSNSNSMS!! The way Owen was so quick to volunteer to dangle Acho in, they way she missed every opportunity to grab onto something?? The fucking way he yelled Acho’s name when falling into the whirlpool is just AUGH!! Also I will never forget how Owen said “if we weren’t still attached to eachother I would’ve drowned”. What do you mean by that why aren’t I seeing more angsty fics about it??

[guess-my-next-obsession]

i'm a little (A LOT) late to this, but i still wanna wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!!! i wish you get all the experiences you crave this year and all the creative energy to do the things you love the most! i hope it's the most magical one yet! 💜 also, i've seen your reblog so now the interrogation starts. i hope you're prepared. the overhead lamp is on, as well, just so you know. we're all professionals here. no messing around. my questions for you, dear kat, are: 1) what is your most favourite thing that you've ever written? 2) if you could live in one of the worlds you have created in your beautiful writing, what world would you choose? 3) what inspires you to write? 4) do you have a comfort song? or a movie? what about a painting? 5) how does it feel to be ridiculously talented and incredibly kind and such a cutie?

first off—I LOVE YOU. 🫶🏼

now onto the interrogation! and i’m glad we’re being professionals about this, detective. everyone knows how strictly business i am …

1) my favorite thing i’ve ever written is probably Ivy & Stone or my current WIP Starlight !! both, at least in my opinion, are the only series that i’ve walked away feeling 100% proud of. i think they show the most of me in them, and it’s the best writing i’ve ever done (and i lose sleep over whether or not it’s good enough to try and publish)

2) i love this question !!!! okay so ideally i’d live in a happy little warm domestic bubble with Elementary!Joel, but in reality i’m too dark and twisty for all that so maybe Starlight as long as i have some sick ass magic?? maybe Plastic Hearts as long dieter and i don’t destroy each other entirely?? maybe Ivy & Stone as long as i don’t get typhoid fever staying cramped up in frankie’s cottage??

3) all the little characters and scenes and my endless stream of thought and my need for escapism!! if i didn’t write, i think i’d actually plunge into insanity 🥰 but inspo wise, music does a lot for me! i’ve always deeply associated music and my writing, and there’s always a couple easter eggs thrown in courtesy of whatever playlist i’ve made for the story.

4) i have all three! my comfort movie’s vary but the rotation is usually the Twilight saga, anything with Paul Newman in it, and Stepbrothers for the nostalgia. my comfort songs are seven by Taylor Swift bc ✨ trauma and girlhood ✨, You’ve Got to Learn by Nina Simone because HEARTBREAK, and He Stopped Loving Her Today by George Jones because (sad warning) it always reminds me of my mom and i like to play it when the grief hits me because it makes it feel like i’m five again sitting on her lap. and my comfort painting is always always always Monet’s Water Lillies and i’ve never known why, seeing it just feels like a warm hug.

5) the imposter syndrome/self-deprecation is SCREAMING right now but thank you, i adore you, i am glad to exist here in this space with you, and believe deeply in my core that everything you believe i am you are that multiplied by infinity.

thank you for this message, thank you for existing, I LOVE U I LOVE U I LOVE UUUUU 🤍🤍🤍

[starjane312]

Kit Tanthalos x OC

Big Masterlist

Masterlist

Chapter 14

He opens it and flips through the Pages.

W: Here, The purgation of Namshub.

B: Hey, that's my favourite Purgation.

W: It’s a Ritual of Throwing, of casting out. But it’s complicated and Dangerous and I’m not yet back to my full strength. 

He looks at Elora.

E: I couldn’t even say the seed spell. No. Ok. What do you want me to do ?

W: Call it an introduction to alchemy. We’re gonna make a salve.

He begins collecting everything.

W: Very potent. A precise mixture of herbs, tonics, and tinctures. Applied at the Proper time while the purgation is read aloud and his fluids drained.

E: What kind of Fluids are we draining ?

W: Blood, Puss, discharge from …

E: On second thought, surprise me.

W: Go to the Armory, fetch me a dagger with an Ivory handle and selenium blade.

We prepare everything. I take a look into the Book. Familiar Runes cross my eyes. I close my eyes and take a breath. Great the Witch in the Woods conjures Evil Magic.

W: The crone knows we’re here. She’ll send her Gales to ensure the Ritual is Completed. We’ll need to keep watch.

Ja: I can do that.

I nod.

W: We can’t allow Graydon’s infection to pass to any of us. If it does, we won’t get out of here Alive.

My eyes widen and I take a side glance at Kit.

J: How contagious are we Talking ? Like if he coughs on us ? Or if we touch him and then … 

W: The vismiscus goo. Don’t sniff it, don’t wipe it, don’t eat it.

I nod.

E: Why would we eat it ?

Boorman turns to go.

W: Wait. There’s one thing that is even more Important than that. No matter what, stay out of the High Tower. It’s maybe, probably a portal to the netherworld.

B: Ok don’t touch the evil goo stay out of the High Tower.

J: We’ll keep that in mind.

B: I just gotta say I’m feelin’ very energised and Optimistic about this exorcism.

J: Can you ever, maybe even once, just keep your Mouth shut ?

B: Nope.

He walks off. I nod and walk off. I hear footsteps behind me.

J: I don’t want to talk.

K: I don’t care, we will.

J: No why would I ?

K: I’m sorry. I don’t hate you. I was just Angry.

J: Yeah, you always say that. 

I stop walking.

J: But yet in the next 24 hours we will fight again and you will Ignore me. Ever since Twinkle Toes appeared everything is different. … I can’t do this anymore.

I look at her. She has tears in her Eyes.

K: Don’t say that.

I shake my head.

J: Why ? I’m telling you the Truth, or should I keep it a secret ? One that inevitably comes out and then We fight again. My Heart can’t take this anymore, Kit. I’m sorry but … 

K: No please …

I shake my head and walk away. With Tears streaming down my Face I wander through the Halls. The Tears don’t stop falling. We’ve been Together for the last 6 years. Is this really how this ends ?  Sobbing, I sit down against a wall. I lay my Head on my Legs. In 6 years It has never been like that. Never. Is this Journey showing that this relationship shouldn’t be ? I throw my Axe against the Wall. I don’t want to believe that. I can’t live without her. I don’t know how long I’ve sat here when I hear a Scream. Kit. She’s screaming for me. I jump up Grab my Axe and run from where I heard the Voice. I end up in front of a closed door. She’s Crying. I try to open the Door. It doesn’t budge.

J: KIT !?

K: Jane ! HELP !

I start smashing the Door with my Axe. When suddenly it is Quiet. Too Quiet

J: No. No. NO ! NO!

When the door is finally Open, she lays there Bloody. With wide open, dead eyes. She’s holding something. When I see what I scream. It’s the Baby. Quiet like the Night. Too small. Too fragile. I fall to my Knees. Screaming Sobbing. I press Kit against my Chest and rock her.

J: Please no. My Love. I need you.

Everything hurts. My body feels like it’s on fire and my Heart feels like it’s been Ripped out of my chest. I’m nothing without her. An empty shell with no Purpose in Live. She’s my everything. My Sun. The reason I wake up every day. She died alone in pain just because I left. It's all my fault. She died Thinking I don’t want us anymore. That I don’t love her. My voice is completely gone, the only thing you can hear are quiet attempted screams. 

J: I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you. I love you so much.

I close her eyes and give her a last kiss. I sit there and Rock our Bodies. No tears are falling anymore, not one is left. Everything is a blur. I don’t know how to Live without her. I don’t want to. What is the Point of living without her ? I have no one left. I’m alone. Nothing keeps me in this World. I push the hair out of her Face and give her a last kiss. Catatonic I walk through the Halls of the Castle. I look out of one of the big windows. It’s Raining. I sit down on the Windowsill. My Legs dangling in the air. All of me gets wet. I play with my Ring and Close my eyes. I put my Feet against the wall about to push me off when a pair of arms wrap around me and pull me back inside. I didn’t even notice that it stopped Raining.

J: NO LET ME GO !

I don’t know where the tears are coming from, but they flow.

J: Let me go.

B: What are you doing ?!

He hugs me. I sob in his chest. I can’t speak. Indistinguishable words leave my Mouth. He picks me up.

B: I got you little one. ‘M not letting you go.

I shake my head.

J: Kit …

B: She’s ok.

J: No … she … 

Sobs wreck my Body. He Carries me down a set of Stairs.

B: I found her in one of the Towers, she was …

K: Jane !

As I hear her Voice, I snap my Head up. I push against Boorman’s chest and fall to the Floor. I try to scramble up but trip and land back on the floor. She hugs me. I feel her body. She's warm and Alive. Crying, I hold her face.

J: My Love ? You’re Alive ?

She nods. Tears in her eyes.

K: Whatever you saw it was this place. It wasn't true.

I hug her Tighter. And cry in her neck

J: I’m sorry. I love you so much. I can’t lose you ever.

She nods. I look at her.

K: I love you too.

She gives me a kiss. We get up. I wipe my Tears away. I look at Graydon.

J: You cool ?

He nods.

G: Finally.

J: Good.

Moon comes to me and lays his head on my Shoulder. I lay my Hands on his neck.

J: Oh, my Good boy. Still here ?

We pack our stuff and leave that cursed palace. I look at Moon.

J: Go Home, Be safe.

Moon looks at me. I lay my Head against his. 

J: Just go Home. I’ll be back.

He Trots of. A tear in my eye.

J: He’s safer at Home.

K: I know.

I hold Kit’s hand in a Tight Grip.

B: You know I’m gonna miss this Place.

J: I will not.

K: What is the Blood of the Six ?

W: In the beginning in the Grove six Fays betrayed their Mothers to serve the Dark power. That Line continued through the ages strong magic but Corrupt. The Blood of the Six.

K: So Bavmorda, she was the Blood of the Six. Which means so am I and my Baby and Aryk.

W: Mmm. We have to reach the Immemorial City before she corrupts him.

K: Yeah that’s on the far side of the World. Is that even Possible ?

W: She saved Graydon. Anything's Possible. We’re finally making Progress. You may make a sorceress yet.

[talesofmetalandmagic]

CW for this one: it’s about a child character who almost drowns and there are mentions of ca

It’s a beautiful summer afternoon in Shurima.

His Radiant Perfection Saif the Great, his wife Safiya, their adorable gaggle of princes and princesses, their caretakers Nasus and Renekton and the requisite army of dignitaries, guards, handmaidens and worse are relaxing by a natural lake. Swimming, splashing, re-enacting naval battles and building entire cities in the damp sand.

The water is thick and it goes very deep – not a hassle for the crocodilian Renekton, who can swim all the way down to the bottom as if he was born in there and brings rocks to each of the children.

He basks in the admiration of the small ones; most notably the youngest and least loved, Azir, whose eyes shine as if he’s seen the coolest thing alive.

Minutes pass, and Saif wakes up from his afternoon slumber. He looks around at the children. One, two, three… seven.

Seven.

“Where did Azir go this time?” he asks, almost angrily. That child has a habit of putting himself in bad situations.

And it’s at this point that Nasus casually looks down into the water, almost as if guided by an instinct unknown, and cold sweat coats his fur.

The scream that follows is hoarse and desperate.

“RENEKTON! DIVE!”

“Oh sh-“ the Crocodile’s vulgar response drowns with him as he launches himself into the water, down and further down, where no human could ever go without proper training – and where, barely visible in the long shade, something small and brown floats.

When Renekton swims to the surface, Azir lays in his arms as stiff as a mace. His arms are spread to the side, his body is limp, his dreadlocks are scattered about and his face doesn’t respond to the gentle kiss of air.

Nasus’ heart clenches. No, no no no no… please no.

“What happened to my son?” His Most Glorious Resplendence asks.

“He dove deep, my lord,” one of the guards says. “I’m afraid… he…”

“No. Give him to me.”

Nasus pretty much snatches the child from Renekton’s arms and lays him onto the sand. Then he presses his small chest with force at a regular pattern.

“Come on, Azir. Come on!”

The children form a gaggle around Nasus, hugging each other as they witness what could possibly be the end of their youngest. A couple of them are crying.

“Is he dead?” “Please, Azir, wake up” “Mother, I’m scared”

Her Majesty holds her husband’s firm hand, her eyes fixated on the limp child in whose mouth Nasus is pumping fresh air from his own. Everybody’s looking at them. What kind of Emperor…

“Come on, Azir. Wake up!” Nasus presses his hands so strong he feels a bone creak. It can happen in this kind of procedure. What matters is…

“He’s not dead… is he?”

…that Azir comes to…

“Should we call Xolaani?”

…and meets another day.

“I should have been faster! Dammit! DAMMIT!”

Even Renekton’s own screams of guilt fall on the Jackal’s deaf ears. He presses and pumps, pumps and presses, praying the Sun Disc and all the Masked Ones not to take his favourite child, not him, not one so young and helpless.

And at last a stream of water falls out of Azir’s mouth and his eyes blurt open.

“Hey… hey!” Nasus’ hands barely shake of excitation. “It’s alright, child. I have you. Spit it out.”

He turns Azir to the side and holds him tight as the water keeps streaming down the sand, his little body twitches and clenches, and tears coat his cheeks alongside the water that clogged him.

Among the siblings’ hugs and Renekton’s wail of relief, all Azir sees is Nasus’ smile.

“I feel… funny.”

“It’s alright. You’re safe. I got you.”

Nasus wipes his own tears and, once he’s sure Azir has spit out all the water, he wraps him in a towel and cuddles him. The moment those small arms cling to his neck is the moment he realizes… yes. He saved him.

He sits onto the ground and holds the child close as Saif, holding tight onto the khopesh at his belt to steady his hand, his long thick braid swinging behind him, walks to the son he almost lost.

"Have you gotten it out of your system, Azir?"

"Y-Yes, father" the child blurts out.

"Eyes up. Back steady. You put yourself in grave risk. What pushed you to pursue such a dangerous stunt, pray tell?"

Azir coughs a bit, clinging tighter to Nasus' chest. The Curator massages his back to steady him and soothe him. He's so agitated.

"I merely wanted to imitate Renekton."

Saif takes a deep breath. "Do you fancy yourself an Ascended?"

"Maybe..." he whispers, but one gaze from Saif is enough to freeze him.

"You didn't just put royal blood in grave danger, frightening your mother and siblings and ridiculing our name among all those onlookers, then. You disrespected the very Ascended as well"

Azir covers his face with his small arms – Nasus pulls him tighter as a response. Renekton's thick fingers wrap around the tip of his loincloth.

"Your Radiance, he meant no harm. He's a child."

"And are you a parent, Nasus? I thought so. Don't speak back."

More tears dampen Azir's baby face, but his father turns back. It's done.

"Please, lord Nasus. Accompany this scapegrace back to the palace. His retreat is over"

Azir bows his head and snivels.

"My prince? Could some grapes cheer you up?"

"Nh. Thnk."

Azir sits in the back of the cart, still wrapped in the same blanket he was put in after he recuperated. It's not the first time this happened, nor will it be the last. He's been known for doing... things his siblings don't do.

One year ago he climbed atop the temple roof to see the doves' nests. He was unable to get down and spend the day up there until he passed out for heatstroke. Had Lady Xolaani not been flying nearby, he'd have been lost.

Two years ago a ring he was fidgeting with slipped into the sewers and he dove into them to get it back. Not only did he lose it – which resulted in a a nasty caning from his father, for the ring belonged to his sister who died in battle at only seventeen – but it took five vigorous baths to remove the stench.

Three years ago he went to the stables to pet Father's horses. He was kicked so hard he needed ten stitches – and since Azir is terrified of needles they had to put him to sleep before the healers could get to work, hardly a display of imperial courage.

And now this.

"Why am I so stupid, Nasus?"

Nasus holds the reins with one hand and lends Azir the other, open and welcoming. "You're not stupid, child."

"But my siblings don't act like this. It's all me, and..." he sighs, curling up tighter into the blanket. "I don't want to make Mother and Father upset. They were worried about me. I thought being like Renekton would make them like me more."

Nasus stops the cart.

"Oh, baby bird..."

He slips in the back and holds the child to his chest, rocking him as if he was smaller. He pets his still damp locs, wraps him tighter into the blanket and shushes him, as his pained whining subsides.

"You don't need to imitate Renekton for us to like you. We already like you, and the thought of losing you would have torn us apart. There's nothing wrong with you. Not at all."

Azir sniffles and hugs Nasus' neck. He always knows what to say.

"You don't have to be Renekton, or me, or your father. Just be Azir. We love Azir anyway."

"I'm sorry you're missing out on the retreat", the child whispers, cuddling up to his teacher's neck.

"I don't mind, honey. It's more of a Renekton thing anyway. I'll be myself instead: back home there's a nice book waiting for me. Maybe you'd like it too?"

And seeing the child's face light up seems to melt the Curator's heart as well.

[jemmo]

Watchlist tag game!! ✨

thank you to @dribs-and-drabbles for tagging me (ily💕💕). tbh im not watching a lot at the moment bc there doesn’t seem to be a lot airing, and even less that I care about, so im just gonna be honest

Currently watching

A boss and a babe: I’m like… ok with this. it’s nice and cute and easy to watch and I like it more than I did enchante. book and force are doing a great job with their characters and have great chemistry but I just don’t care about the plot. like it hasn’t grabbed me at all, and it’s one of those shows for me where it feels like nothing is ever really happening, or they’re repeating the same thing of theme or plot point over and over. so yeah… it fills my friday

Bed friend: similar to a boss and a babe, but I do like it a little more (and no, not just bc it’s spicier). net and james have such incredible chemistry and I am more invested in the story, but idk… it’s giving mame, and I can never get too invested in these stories that touch on heavier themes when it feels like they’re just doing it for plot reasons and not to actually explore that kind of trauma. which is not to say they’re doing it badly, it’s just not my vibe for a show to get invested in. so again, fills my saturday

Our dining table: watched the first 2 eps of this and am loving it so far as a pure comfort show. the premise is so lovely and im excited to see how the romance plays out within the story they’ve established. the little kid is so adorable and im a sucker for a found family troupe

Me, my husband and my husband’s boyfriend: don’t ask me why I started watching this show but I watched the first 2 eps last night and it’s interesting to say the least. I kind of have no idea how the story is gonna pan out but like… the possibility of an unconventional 3-way relationship is at least worth sticking around for, and I’m glad it’s exploring adults navigating relationships. plus… and don’t spoil… but why do I feel like the main chick has a thing with that other friend… just me?

The eighth sense: what more is there to say? this is literally the only thing I care about airing at the moment, and between the boys planet finale this week and this show ending the week after, im literally gonna have nothing else to live for. like my whole personality is these two things, and I’m gonna be empty afterwards. anyway, this show is a masterpiece on every level in every sense and literally occupies my mind 24/7. honestly the most obsessed I’ve been with something in a while and I need to shut up before I start rambling all over again

Looking forward to watching soon:

Our skyy 2: im excited to see all my favourite people again, esp bad buddy and msp and the eclipse, and I just want all the levels of cute and fluff and low stakes good times

jack o frost: idk why I didn’t watch this while it was airing but now I have time and nothing to watch, im just going through my back catalogue to fill time. and I’m excited to see what they do with this whole amnesia plot? plus i usually like japanese bls bc they have such nice vibes

To sir with love: in a similar vein to above, I didn’t watch this when it aired but I saw it pop up on my dash and people raving so might as well catch up and see what it’s all about. I am literally going in blind so…

Would like to watch but can’t for region locked/subscription reasons:

Blue sky complex: i had this in my plan to watch on mdl for some reason and didn’t know why I didn’t watch it until i realised I don’t think it was released on a streaming site like viki or gagaoolala??? maybe I’ll find it on a random site and see if it was any good, but again I’ll watch any japanese bls bc they’re usually sweet and inoffensive even when they aren’t incredible

Utsukushii kare eternal: i will be screaming internally until this is released internationally

tagging anyone that wants to do this that hasn’t 💖💖