#if u look at them for 2 (2) seconds u see these are very clearly very different things even if paratha& pita are included in survery

[bimiio]

<3

[robobee]

fascinating to see someone comment that they "can't keep up with all these flatbreads" on a video of... chapati. CHAPATI???? THE MOST BASIC FLATBREAD IN EXISTENCE??? THE ESSENCE OF ROTI??? and I guarantee you the only other bread they know of is Naan. and they're out here like "saaame i just cannot figure out differences between them" and yet you have your white bread your whole wheat your brown bread your

[tedhugheshater]

i had a dream with gerard. i miss it already and i just woke up

[fadedin2u]

christmas shopping

MDNI 18+

summary: you go christmas shopping with ellie and things get heated in the victoria’s secret dressing room.

content/tw: afab!reader, fem!reader, nsfw, ass eating(r!receiving), cunnilingus(r!receiving), dom!ellie, sub!reader, sub!ellie for 2 seconds if u squint

notes: i can’t remember who wrote it, but someone wrote a fic about ellie fucking you in a dressing room and i needed to do my own take on it (btw this is barely proofread so sorry for any errors!)

you pick up a pink, lacy bra, checking to see if it's your size.

"els, isn't this so adorable?" you ask your girlfriend, turning around to gauge her reaction to the undergarment.

ellie has both hands full of the bags from previous stores you visited before coming into victoria’s secret. she was a great sport at first, thrilled to go christmas shopping with you, but you can tell that after hours of carrying around your shit and trailing after you like a baby duckling, she’s lost some of that enthusiasm.

“super adorable babe. wanna take it up to the cash register?” ellie suggests, trying desperately not to act as impatient as she feels.

you suddenly feel a little bad for making ellie watch you shop for so long, and you think for a moment before deciding to take pity on her in a much more amusing way than she could anticipate.

you pick up a few more panties and bras and start walking towards the dressing rooms.

“i just need to try these on first, i would hate to buy them and have to return them just because they don’t fit right.”

you look back at ellie, still standing in the place you left her with an exhausted look on her face.

“you coming?” you ask, smirking just a bit.

ellie perks up at that, realizing what you’re offering.

“fucking obviously” ellie says, walking quickly into the dressing room with you. she sets your bags down on the floor of the small dressing room, sitting on the bench.

“is this my reward for being your dutiful servant all day?” ellie asks as you shut the door and start stripping.

you roll your eyes, giggling, “no, your reward will come later tonight. this is just to hold you over.”

ellie’s eyes are locked on you as you remove your bra and panties, slipping on a pair of cheeky panties that match the pink, lacy bra you picked earlier. the underwear fit your body beautifully, which you’re secretly very thankful about.

you put the bra on and turn your back towards ellie, “can you do this up?”

ellie blinks a few times, knocked out of the stupor she was in, staring unabashedly at your ass.

“i’d prefer to be taking more clothes off of you, but sure,” ellie teases, doing up the back of your bra.

you look at yourself in the mirror, happy with the way the bra cups and shapes your breasts. clearly, so is ellie.

“god damn-“ ellie hands snake around your body to squeeze and cup your tits through the bra, her head resting on your shoulder to watch her groping you in the mirror, “i’m buying this shit for you asap. you look fucking criminal-“

you smirk a little to yourself, leaning back against ellie as she grinds her front against your ass, hearing her little grunts in your ear.

ellie starts kissing up your neck, one hand squeezing your tit with the other wrapped in front of your body to keep you in place as she ruts against you.

“please let me eat you out, baby, i’ll be so fucking good for the rest of this shopping trip- i’ll shop for 3 more fucking hours if you let me, just-“

you giggle, cutting her off. “go ahead. i knew what i was doing when i brought you in here.”

that’s all that ellie needs before pushing you up against the dressing room wall, gripping your ass as she kisses down your spine.

she drops to her knees, eye level with your ass as she squeezes the flesh there, kneading it through the underwear you tried on.

ellie can’t resist but press her face into your ass, moaning as she licks the lace fabric covering it.

“jesus fucking christ-“ ellie says before slapping your ass, breathing heavily as she watches the chub recoil and jiggle. you yelp a little, surprised

“i’m gonna fuck you up,” ellie says before pulling your underwear down.

“bend the fuck over, let me see that ass, baby. fucking present yourself to me,” ellie says, her voice slightly raspy as she slaps your ass again.

your cheeks are hot as you obey, arching your back as you bend over, your arms braced against the dressing room wall.

ellie wastes no time before eating it from the back, licking a fat stripe up your pussy.

“you’re fucking unreal-“ she whispers before pressing her face fully into you, groaning as she sticks her tongue down your entrance and bring it back to circle your clit.

you moan softly, your breath already shaky as she eats you out hungrily, nearly frantically. the sounds from ellie’s mouth, her slurping and lapping, is way too loud for these dressing rooms, but you can’t find it within yourself to give a shit right now.

ellie bring a hand around your hips to circle your clit with her middle finger, pulling her face back to admire your ass for a second.

“can i eat your ass, baby?” ellie asks, her voice hoarse and wrecked.

your eyes widen, looking back at ellie, “a-are you sure you want-“

“i fucking want to.” ellie says firmly, her eyes focused on your pussy and asshole.

you laugh a little, “sure, go ahead.”

you’re not laughing for very long before she licks a long strip from your clit to your asshole, circling her tongue around the ring of muscle.

you’re genuinely shocked at how good it feels, your hesitancy quickly melting away back into desperate need, “fuck-“

ellie laughs a little this time, “like that baby?”, continuing to lap you up and barely pressing her tongue past the ring of muscle as she moves the finger on your clit faster.

you’re wrecked, your face pressed into the wall pathetically, your legs shaking.

ellie brings the other hand that was gripping your ass down to your pussy, sliding in two fingers without warning.

“you take me so fucking well, baby, look at that-“ ellie says, watching her fingers pump out of you for a moment before going back to eat your ass, groaning into you as both hands work your pussy.

you moan and stuff your hand in your mouth to muffle it as you your hips jerk a little. ellie slips in a third finger.

“it’s okay, sweetheart- i got you-“ ellie in between laps of her tongue, “cum for me, fucking cum for me-“

you were going to anyways, but it’s great timing. ellie’s mouth and fingers launch you over the edge, pathetic whimpers muffled by your fist as your legs shake harder, heady pleasure rushing through your body.

when you come down, your legs nearly crumple, but she keeps a tight grip on your hips, keeping you up.

you pant heavily, face still smushed against the dressing room wall.

ellie laughs a little to herself, kissing your spine. “fuck… i’m gonna need to buy this fucking lingerie for you, aren’t i?”

[bylrlve]

Warning! Spoilers for Stranger Things 5 mentioned,

Rewatching episode 2, and I’m genuinely staggered by how many times Mike peeks at Will. It’s very clear his mind is on Will, in fact. I am also staggered by just how many small byler details are in here.

His whole face drops after no. 4 too, as @starbylers observed here.

I also want to include these @chirpsythismorning gifs from the roller rink scene, as they’re brilliant:

Mike watching Will get out of the van, and seemingly offering a hand to him.

Mike openly watching Will as they take their skates.

(X) (X)

These are very deliberate acting choices from Finn Wolfhard, and he was certainly doing it on instruction.

Some other notes on 402:

The transition from Mike and El being fake -> Murray looking up looking like he’s experiencing his Seeing Clearly -> Robin talking about Vickie laughing ‘and not like a cheap, fake laugh, but a real, genuine laugh’, right after we saw Mike hiding his genuine disgust at burritos for breakfast behind a tone of fake laughter.

Mike’s whole face just drops into an unhappy, spaced-out espression when it zooms in on El - this is after Will ignored his sock joke (video here by @buckybxarnes)

As many have observed, Mike and El look genuinely miserable when viewed from Angela’s perspective, as opposed to the shot of them skating with Will miserable behind them

It’s occurred to me that in s2, 3, and 4, the byler plot really takes off in episode 2. I’m wondering if that’s also the case with s5 - I’ve reconsidered my theory that the Mike + El rooftop scene takes place after the hospital plot in ep 2, as I’ve heard that the paparazzi at the filming site were told it was in episode 1.

The door slam/open transition between Joyce going to the bank to get the 40k random for Hopper, utterly singleminded, and Mike barging into the womens’ bathroom, being kicked out, and subsequently starting an argy-bargy with Will as opposed to continuing to prioritise El… well!

The disparity in time is so interesting. El counts off 185 days since she last saw Mike - which is roughly six months, as is canon within the show (Sept-Oct 1985-March 1986). And here Mike is, saying ‘you knew she was having trouble for, like, a year’ and Will saying ‘it’s been a year, Mike’ and, in 404, Mike saying ‘the last year has been weird.’ It’s pretty obvious the last one is Mike referring to their fight nine months earlier, plus the time prior that Mike had spent pulling away from the rest of the Party to focus on El. The second one is Will potentially referencing the time that elapsed since their fight - even if it’s moreso subtext from the writers. What, then, to make of Mike saying Will knew El was having trouble for, like, a year? What subtext could be meant by this? I’d love to hear your guys’ thoughts because u can’t quite deduce this.

Mike listing off everything Will did is so hilarious given the surveillance he carried out all day on the boy, and given the fact that poor El being humiliated publicly and assaulted with liquid before she skated off bawling did not, apparently, ruin the day. On second thoughts, I understand what Will meant… she’s in trouble having Mike’s gay ass for a boyfriend.

What’s striking me now is that this fight + El’s iconic roller skate moment, are the real emotional climaxes of this episode’s M/E/W plot. It could have been Mike finding El and comforting her before she lashed out at Angela. It could have been him talking to her afterwards. It could have been at the house - him following her up to her room and silently comforting her until she fell asleep. No, no. Mike and Will airing out their grievances (and Mike betraying which of the two truly emotionally affects him more) + El handling her own shit, while Mike thoroughly disapproves.

The way that Will just wants to be Mike’s friend, but it’s Mike making it so deeply weird.

The way, also, that they stick together at the rink even after the fight, and Mike openly is more preoccupied by Will in the van. I’ve seen it observed before: the parallel between El and Will staring out the same window in the van crying: Mike looks at Will in the shot. He does not look at El in the shot.

I think it’s hilarious that Mike ends the fight by feigning concern for El - he offered her no comfort whatsoever, actively stood away from her when she was waiting for Jonathan and Argyle to arrive, ignored her crying in the van, and of course:

She didn’t look fine.

Mike and Will are blocked together, not Mike and El

The sincerity of Mike’s concern over El juxtaposed with the rank falseness of ‘no, that’s…that’s not true, maybe I was a little upset in the moment’ etc really sticks out - the defensiveness is reminiscent of the tone he took with Will during the fight, but even then he was more sincere-sounding because he was more emotionally affected.

Bylers don’t talk enough about the insanity of ‘who… who said that I didn’t?’ In context, thinking logically, Mike is very likely referring to Will here (the bullies were shouting at her, he could hear what they were saying)- and why would his mind immediately go to ‘Will thinks I don’t love El, and has told her his suspicions?’ Why would he take a defensive tone?

Seriously, 402-403 M/W/E may well be the plot that (potentially) spells out byler endgame the most.

[rosemaryblossomworld]

The Second Queen (ch.1)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!reader

Summary: 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚊e𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎

Warning:: 𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚜𝚝, 𝚁𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛(?)

A/n: English is not my first language, there may be grammar problems, so...read at your own risk.

Chapter 2

GIFs

Everyone knows that Daemon Targaryen is crazy about his niece! Everyone can see that!

But is he looking at her right now? Noooo, he's looking at another flower that just appeared within the walls of this castle. Young Y/n Hightower walked around the courtyard and didn't know where to put herself. Alicent was standing next to the king, and the girl was not well acquainted with Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra had changed a lot, and she didn't want to get in her face.

Daemon watched the girl's tossing carefully, he wasn't listening to what his brother was telling him. He wanted to laugh heartily, watching the sweet and funny Y/n. She had always been like that. He remembered that. She hid behind her older sister, acting quiet and demure. But it seemed to Daemon that there was more to it than that. The girl was clearly hiding something inside herself.

"The weather is wonderful today," Daemon decided to walk over and speak to Y/n.

"Oh my prince!" she perked up "You're right, it is very warm today and I'm glad of it."

"Do you like warm weather?" The man walked past her, sitting down at the table and taking a goblet of wine in his hands.

"I love it! When the cold weather comes, I feel like I'm withering like flowers in a royal garden. I get so sad." the girl said and took the goblet of wine as well.

Daemon liked the way she spoke. Easy and casual. No playfulness, no fear, no vulgarity. Calm, outgoing, smiling. Daemon wondered how Otto could have such a beautiful daughter. The man wondered, if they married and had a daughter, was she just like her mum, or just like her dad?

Daemon grinned to himself again. He thinks like a fourteen-year-old boy who has fallen in love with the first girl .

The lords who saw the young Lady Hightower and Prince Daemon chatting involuntarily cast a glance at Princess Rhaenyra, who sat off to the side, bored. She occasionally cast her glance at her uncle, but her face expressed nothing.

"Look Daemon, it's the irises, they're so amazing," the girl ran around the garden dragging the prince behind her.

Daemon only smiled and followed the little lady.

"Does my lady like flowers? Which ones do you like best?" asked Daemon squatting down next to the girl.

"I like n/f," replied Y/n simply and quickly.

They moved over to a tree and sat under its crowns. Y/n told the prince about her day, occasionally distracted by the maids passing by. Damon only smiled.

"kepus!" came a voice from somewhere in the distance.

Princess Rhaenyra was approaching the pair. With a slightly annoyed mood. She hadn't reacted to her uncle's attitude towards the younger Lady Hightower, because she knew he would soon get bored of her. But it had been a week now, and her uncle had not visited her once.

"Princess," the Lady immediately stood up and bowed her head.

"Lady Hightower, shouldn't you be with the queen and serving her?" Rhaenyra immediately decided to point out the girl's place, for her place was next to traitors and liars.

Lady Y/n was dumbfounded at such a harsh behaviour of the princess, but what the girl definitely did not like was people who stick their noses where they are not asked. Clenching her fists, Y/n grinned:

"Princess, I'm not a servant. My sister has enough of them. My job is to enjoy my life and look for a potential suitor," the lady replied.

Rhaenyra blushed, coughed and looked at her uncle. There's that dreamy look again, but he's not looking at her, he's looking at the girl who first bared her teeth.

"Ao didn't visit nyke, uncle. Gōntan mirros massigon? ao promised nyke iā kipagon va se zaldrīzoti!" Rhaenyra pouted, feigning innocence (You didn't visit me uncle. Has something happened? You promised me a ride on the dragons!)

"Iksan mirrī busy bisa week. Ivestragī's gaomagon ziry another jēda, Rhaenyra," the man replied (I'm a bit busy this week. Let's do it another time Rhaenyra).

Rhaenyra was a little taken aback. She was about to hit the young Lady Hightower with her shoulder, but surprisingly the girl managed to dodge, causing Rhaenyra to trip over the hem of her dress. She didn't fall, but her ears lit up even more with shame.

"My lady, would you care to dine with me?" asked Daemon.

"My pleasure!" pronounced Y/n.

They began to walk slowly towards the castle, they were in no hurry, they had all the time in the world.

"You know Daemon, I dream of riding a dragon with you too," the girl said quietly, she turned to the measuring man and smiled at him, walking forwards.

Damon smiled even wider.

Y/n didn't realise how she'd ended up in that position.

She and Daemon had just decided to read a book about the Ancient Kings.

It all started when Daemon decided to play a prank and as soon as the book started to get interesting he just slammed it shut and lifted it up, and of course Y/n tried to get it. She jumped up so hard and pushed off Daemon's arm that he didn't keep his balance and fell off the chair. And Lady found herself in his lap.

"Gotcha!" exclaimed the girl joyfully, and made herself comfortable on his lap. "You've thrown me off my reading, now I won't be able to find the moment!" whimpered Y/n and turned away from Daemon, showing her back.

"Please forgive me, but you were so sweet, lady, I just couldn't help myself," Daemon frivolously hugged the girl from behind and rested his forehead on her shoulder.

"I wonder if there's ever been one king who loved his wife so much that he was willing to die for her? Reading all these stories, no one narrates the relationship of the royal consorts. And if they do, it's cheating, strife and jealousy. It's not even pleasant to read," the girl turned the page.

"I wish I could use my brother as an example, but..." Daemon rested his chin on the lady's shoulder.

"Yes.... if you were king, who would you want to choose as your wife?" the girl asked.

"What is it, little flower? You want to be my wife," smirked the man.

"Maybe. But then I'd want to be the only woman in your life. And if I found out you kept going to Silk Street...but I'd treat you to manhood and turn the brothel into a bloodbath," the girl smiled and turned to the surprised man.

All Daemon could do was close and open his mouth.

"Oh, what am I...so what's up with Aegon the Conqueror?" the girl changed the subject and sat down on the soft sofa next to the man.

And so for a month Prince Daemon and Lady Y/n danced between each other. It was already clear to the whole council and the king that the prince was very warm to the girl. So rumours of the wedding had already spread far beyond the Royal Lands.

Y/n walked around in high spirits as everything she had planned began to come true.

"Sister!" came Alicent's voice from the empty corridor.

"My queen," the lady bowed respectfully, preparing to listen to a lecture from her older sister.

"The rumours are growing. You must not see Prince Daemon. Father is furious, I'm amazed that he's holding back from screaming at you," The queen equalled her sister and they walked further down the corridor.

"He yells all the time, I'm getting tired of listening to him. And what if it's Daemon, he's a prince!" the girl resented.

"But his reputation," fretted Alicent.

"I don't care. I hear King Viserys is getting worse. Who knows what might happen," Lady Y/n sniggered and walked on.

"What?" The queen stopped.

"Viserys has not yet appointed Rhaenyra as his successor. Father is doing a good job, if this continues, Daemon will be king as a sibling. The council may be outraged, but he will have a short conversation with them," Y/n continued to explain.

"You...want to be queen?... "Alicent looked at her sister with fear.

"Why not? I'll just combine my desire to be queen and my desire to have the right man by my side. It's not all about you being on top of things," Y/n continued walking, ignoring her sister.

Alicent now understood why her father didn't scold his youngest daughter, she was so much like him. Cunning and secretive. Alicent became even more worried, she no longer knew the girl who was walking down the corridor. It wasn't her sister.

"What do you mean?" turned sharply to her faithful maid Y/n.

"They were seen in the brothel. Rumours have already spread through the castle and the prince has been dragged before the king, my lady" Tala looked worriedly at her mistress, so gentle yet strong.

"Sir Conyn is finding out the circumstances?" asked the lady turning away from the girl.

"Yes, he went there as soon as we heard. They were in the brothel, but it's not known if they were asleep or not," Tala continued her explanation.

"He can't, can he? I'm...boring him so much..." Y/n settled into a chair next to the fireplace.

"My lady...rumours of his love for the princess have been floating around the castle for a long time. It was said that he was obsessed with blood purity and that he wanted to have a 'pure' child," Tala said.

Lady Hightower sat holding back tears, then stood up.

"I'll go and hear what's going on over there," Tala didn't follow her Mistress, only bowed her head.

Her heart pounded frantically, the closer she got to the throne room, the more clearly the voices of the enraged king and prince could be heard. There were no guards and the door was slightly ajar, you could see the king pinning the prince to the ground and shouting some questions.

"Wed her to me?" came Daemon's voice.

"Who?" gasped Viserys, hoping his brother would say the name of the younger Lady Hightower.

"Rhaenyra...Wed her to me," Daemon said.

Y/n stepped away from the door. Breathing hard, her heart began to pound even harder.

"I thought so," came the princess's voice from the shadows, and then she stepped into the light.

"How long have you been standing here?" Lady Hightower didn't dare look into the princess's eyes; she didn't want to see arrogance and self-righteousness.

"Since the beginning. Just as I thought, my uncle doesn't care about you ladies, he will choose me. As the heiress to the throne, as the one that will give him children of pure blood," her voice was quiet but cutting at the deep wounds of her heart.

"Princess...You cried out about never marrying and that you didn't want to bear a child because otherwise you would be treated like an animal. What has changed?" Y/n shifted her tearful eyes to Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra was once again taken aback. She had said those words at every corner, that she didn't want to be a 'laying hen', she wanted freedom. She looked into Lady Y/n's cold eyes and realised that she had changed herself for the sake of defeating her 'rival'.

The doors of the throne room opened. Guards dragged Daemon out. The man glanced at the two girls and his gaze darted to Y/n, but she paid no attention to him. She turned and walked further down the corridor.

"Y/n!" shouted Daemon, but the girl didn't turn around. He shouted once more, but was faced with silence and emptiness.

Daemon felt like he had crossed the line. Crossed it in everything. He looked at his niece, who was looking at him hopefully, but he only grinned and let himself be led away by the guards.

When he left King's Landing, Rhaenyra saw him off from afar. But he did not see the queen of his dreams.

And two moons later, the young Y/n Hightower left King's Landing, returning to Old Town.

[yuri-is-online]

Congrats on 300! You more than deserve it. If it’s alright, could you write Jealousy pt. 2 for Idia and Vil? Thanks <3

9. Jealousy pt. 2- someone from a rival school asks for your number

Thank you very much friend (╥﹏╥) Of course I can, I hope you like it!

notes: notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, mild RSA slander, reference to the events of chapter 5 (Vil). If you saw this post for the .3 seconds I posted it before it was done baking I am so sorry. Check out the rest of the event requests on my masterlist here.

Idia

"Thank you so much for showing me around." The RSA boy has been strangely polite to you and Idia ever since you intervened in their... "conversation." Not that he has been exactly paying attention to the very tall very blue boy who has been hovering around you looking for a good moment to cut in. "The NRC layout is just so different to what I'm used to." he laughs awkwardly and you involuntarily look at Idia.

"Hope it stays that way." He mutters and you try to avoid making any noise of agreement in hopes it doesn't provoke any more arguing between them. The RSA kid pretends not to notice, but the smile that spreads across his face suggests he thinks Idia's grumbling makes him look better somehow. You know his attempt at moving closer to you when you take out your phone certainty doesn't.

"Um, I'd like a chance to thank you properly, but I don't think we'll get a chance to see each other again during the fair..."

"Yeah I'm going to be pretty busy." You state, really hoping he gets the point.

[yuu] run

[idia] ???

[idia] and just leave u with sir scam a lot? nah

"Could I have your number then?" He asks, completely unaware that there are two introverts begging for the release of death in front of him.

"Nah sorry I don't have a phone." You can't find the meme you want to send Idia so you settle on a string of hearts while he tries to avoid laughing in the other guys extremely confused face.

[idia] cute

Vil

Vil has never once wished to be anyone other than exactly who he was. Why would he? The amount of work he had put in to commanding the attention he did would be pointless if he wanted to throw it all away and be somebody else. He should be secure in his position... he is secure in his position... that's why he finds this entire situation so... annoying.

"Yuu! I'm surprised you decided to participate in the VDC, you said you weren't going to." Neige had turned his attention to you as soon as he was done speaking to Rook, who looks just as flabbergasted as you do that the idol was speaking to you.

"I'm sorry but I don't think we've met?" You are clearly confused, and Vil wants to think entirely too concerned with his condition to spare the other boy a single thought. But still, like a worm working it's way to the core of an apple, Neige moves happily over to you trying to rot what little Vil can still claim as entirely his.

"I wasn't dressed as nicely last time sorry," he is clearly genuinely disappointed "we met when you came with the NRC Headmage to talk about the VDC, remember?" You blink, looking between Neige and Grim in increasing confusion. "I forgot to tell you my name, I've been thinking about it a lot... I really wanted to ask for your number so I could talk to you again."

"I don't really remember sorry, did you change your hair or something?" This is getting increasingly awkward for everyone but Neige who weathers it all with a smile as Vil tries to push down the implications of how pleased this development makes him feel.

Serves you right brat, Vil knows that Yuu will never forget meeting him.

[abiiors]

haunt // bed - pt. 1

a/n: a while ago, i wrote do me a favour after which i said, i would write a matty hate sex fic. well this is it (and perhaps a bit more than anyone asked for), read dmaf again if you want to refresh your memory, or don't. there are 3 parts to this + an epilogue. i also know very little about western weddings, so ignore the inconsistencies lol.

a note about the banner: the photo in it is only meant to describe the dress, not the race, body type, hair colour, etc of the reader <3

minors dni! part 2, part 3

wc: 2.7k

see u in an hour xx

charli’s text flashes on your screen, illuminating a small corner of the dimly lit room. it’s not that late in the day, in fact, it’s quite early—only about 10 am. you’re supposed to be hurrying around the room, checking for any last minutes things you might have forgotten. you won’t be back home until tomorrow after all. yet here you are, surrounded by the things that should have been packed in your bag last night. 

the dress, laid out on your bed, feels like a weapon; red silk slippery enough to slide between your fingers effortlessly. “a wily vixen”, that’s what charli had called you when she'd seen you in it for the first. the thought of that day—bridesmaids dress shopping with four other excited girls—brings a small smile to your face. 

everything laid out here is a weapon really; your four-inch, sharp heels, the delicate and dainty diamond jewellery, the makeup you plan on wearing—blood red lipstick, a perfect shade match for the dress. an expensive crystal bottle of the same perfume you have used for the past six years. 

familiarity breeds contempt. familiarity is also an excellent knife to twist in someone’s gut. because everything here, today, is meant to maul and wound him.

see you in an hour babe, love you. you write back and chuck your phone onto the pillow where it bounces a little before nestling between its creases. you stare at it, maybe your body still yearns for a call that will never come? no more can’t wait to see you up there. no more cheeky selfies in a state of half-undress. just a smooth, black screen.

right then…time to get going. 

charli has been flittering around the room for the last twenty minutes. her white dress fits her like a dream, her makeup is a work of art and her excitement about marrying george is so palpable in the room that at least one person squeals or sighs every five minutes. 

most importantly, the smile on her face is a permanent fixture. and every time you look at it, a warmth spreads through your body. she deserves this—the happiness, the celebration. the happily ever after. no matter how your marriage ended, you won’t stop believing in it for her. 

“so!” charli walks over to you and takes your hand, “how do i look?” she twirls and the dress swirls around her, the tiny crystals catching light and making her shimmer like starlight.

you laugh in response, “like george is about to go into cardiac arrest the minute he sees you!”

the pair of you giggles like teenagers. you can so clearly picture it before it has even happened. the joy and love that will shine on george’s face; his excitement, quiet yet infectious and for a brief moment you’re transported back to your own walk down the aisle. 

small, unsure steps, worried about falling flat on your face in those tall heels, but all of that had evaporated the second you had seen his tear-stained face. and the bright smile that had bloomed a split second later. 

but that’s how long the ache lasts; a brief moment. it’s bad enough that you’re going to have to be civil to him, there’s no need to make it worse with unnecessary nostalgia. 

besides, there’s her to think about. 

she in question is a beautiful, leggy blonde who is at least seven years younger than him. not that you’ve seen either of them today…yet. it’s only because you and charli got drunk one night, four weeks before the wedding, and she felt bad about keeping it from you that matty had a plus one. and that’s how you fell into the rabbit hole of scrolling through this girl’s Instagram profile at two in the morning. 

if you thought you knew his type, you would be dead wrong. physically speaking, she is the exact opposite of you—someone who looks like they belong on a giant billboard in times square, perfect and stunning. then there’s the more questionable aspects of her feed. the flat tummy tea adverts and the paid partnerships with various brands that are always under fire for being unethical.

but that’s the ugly green monster rearing its head. it’s not like you aren’t known for indulging in vanity every once in a while. 

she will be here today, no doubt, clinging onto his arm like a decorative little thing—woah, where did that snide thought come from?! you shake your head to yourself, at least a little embarrassed. he’s not even here yet and he’s already screwing with your head; pushing you back into old jealous and insecure habits. someone clears their throat. 

nora, one of charli’s longtime friends, has her champagne glass raised. a toast. she takes a deep, shaky breath and smiles tearily at the room, about to give her sentimental speech when a resounding knock echoes and cuts her off before she has even begun. 

five heads turn to the locked door and you happen to be standing closest to it. 

‘i’ll get it,’ you tell no one in particular, hand already on the doorknob. the possibility of it hits you way too late. 

it hits you right as his clean-shaven face comes into view. 

it has been ten months. ten months since you gave up the last name healy and changed it back to your maiden name on all your official documents. it had felt like a form of catharsis, getting it done with such urgency back then. but you also remember the days when you would be asked to state your full name and stagger a little at how odd it sounded to no longer have healy in it. to not have a ring around your finger to fidget with. no one to hold you at night. 

but back to now. back to here. 

it’s not hard to see that he has changed a lot in the last ten months. he looks serious; not necessarily sombre—it’s his best friend’s wedding, after all—but mature, more grown up. the grey in his hair, in his beautiful curls, is now much more prominent. the crow's feet around his eyes are more or less the same (and it sends a small pang through you; has he not laughed recently?). his mouth holds—held—a faint smile that’s already slipping, already morphing into a thin line. the exact same face that you woke up to for years now turning into a mask of carefully arranged neutrality.

“charli,” he whispers roughly and then clears his throat, “here to check on charli.” and just like that, he steps past you and into the room where he’s engulfed into a hug by the bride (and slapped on the bum by another bridesmaid but you ignore that for now).

pointedly, you also ignore the sting that comes with being sidestepped so easily. 

you stand by the door, back still to the room, for a second longer than necessary. it doesn’t even register that you’re letting the warm spring air in. is this really how little seeing you impacts him? it must have. because if he’s here then she is also here. 

“tell him i’m fine!” charli’s voice brings you out of your thoughts, making you shut the door softly. “and tell him not to meddle, i’ve got my girls.” she looks at you over his shoulder and throws a wink. your gut tells you it’s nothing but a charity gesture, just trying to gauge the tension between you two. guilt gnaws at you—she shouldn’t have to play peacemaker, she shouldn’t have to worry about two adults behaving themselves. 

“only doing my duty here,” matty raises his hands defensively, “keeping the groom happy.” 

the rest of them tease and taunt him playfully while you take the time to admire—no, simply look at—his suit. it’s nowhere near as nice as the one he wore at your wedding, of course not. but it’s beautifully made, tailored to fit and accentuate his muscles. and there are a lot of those now, that much is evident from the way his sleeves stretch over his biceps. he fills it out nicely, not that he didn’t before, but something about the fabric straining across his arms does funny things to your stomach. funny, you thought that feeling was a thing of the past. then there’s the navy trousers that compliment his backside rather nicely. 

there’s a part of you that is appalled at all these observations you have been making but there’s another part—bored and much more matter-of-fact—that reminds you that there’s nothing under those clothes that you haven’t seen, touched, licked or sucked before. there’s nothing new. he is still the same as he was before, just now with a few extra muscles. 

“go away,” charli’s nudges him gently toward the door. “we’ll be out in fifteen.”

he hugs her just before he leaves, dropping a friendly kiss on her head. after everything you’re glad no one had to pick sides in the divorce. you’ve at least managed to hold the friend group together, even though the same can’t be said about your marriage. 

matty leaves just like he came in, sidestepping you and making sure he’s looking straight ahead. there’s a brief second however—a fraction of one really—when he slows down and breathes in. his adam’s apple bobs roughly and his face struggles to hold the blank expression. 

but it must have just been you projecting right? no one can go through that much in half a second. 

“there you are, darling,” denise walks in on you mid-smoke. “i was looking for you.”

she’s in a beautiful pink dress that brushes her knees and makes her look ten years younger than she is. you blush slightly at having been caught smoking; it’s a recent habit, not one she would be aware of, and you don’t want her to judge you for it. 

“denise,” you try to hide the half-smoked cigarette, “you look beautiful.”

she pointedly looks at your hand and laughs. “my son does enough of that.” then she straightens up, as if bringing matty so casually into this conversation was a mistake. you suppose it was—it does make your heart skip a beat. 

“i just wanted to say hi, darling,” she adds hastily, “and look at you…” her eyes scan you from head to toe, linger on your face for just a second before she smiles again. “simply stunning.”

“thank you.” your voice comes out in a whisper, fighting to get past the lump in your throat. you didn’t think there would ever come a day when she would have to so formally stop by to ‘say hi’. yet here you are, almost a pair of estranged mother and daughter. 

“i don’t…” she starts but shakes her head minutely, “i don’t want to condescend you. but are you okay? with matty bringing that girl, i mean.”

that piques your interest. “that girl?” you stifle a little giggle. “sounds like you don’t like her…”

denise shrugs, leaning against the wall and looking at the bushes in front of her. “she’s okay, i guess.” then she takes a bit to smooth out her dress. “but she’s not you.”

“dearly beloved…” the officiant, charli’s godfather, begins, which you tune out instantly. weddings are lovely and romantic, wedding speeches are dull and boring. besides, like it or not, something else has captured your attention. 

you stand behind the bride, holding the ring she’s supposed to put on george later. and right in front of you stands matty, holding the matching platinum band in his hands. adam and ross stand behind him, smiling and occasionally laughing along with the rest of the guests. you tried it at first too, to only keep your attention on george—who looks very handsome and beams wide the whole time—but it’s impossible when you feel your ex’s piercing stare right on you. 

you would have thought he would stick to the little ignoring act from before. instead, his eyes have lingered on you from the second you walked down the aisle as a part of the processional. tracking your every move, every small step. frankly, it’s insulting. does he think you would ruin the wedding as some sort of diabolical revenge against him? you scoff internally; of course, he would think such self-centred thoughts, it’s just all about him, after all.

you raise an eyebrow at him. what’s your fucking problem?

he smiles back; an arrogant curl of his mouth that turns his face from sweet to insufferable within a matter of seconds. you, his eyes seem to say, you’re my problem. 

well too fucking bad then…

you huff and look away to the side at the guests. it’s only about fifty people from both sides. just family and friends—a lovely kind of intimacy the couple had asked for. you smile at george’s parents who sit in the first row. his mum dabs at her eyes, clearly overwhelmed with emotion. and behind them sit denise and tim. right next to her. 

she’s exactly what she looks like on her instagram page. dainty and beautiful, picture-perfect elegant. her whole face looks like it could be hand-crafted by the gods (or very expensive surgeons according to the snide little voice in your brain) but her eyes are bone dry. 

that’s because she doesn’t belong here, your brain chimes in. not among your friends and your family. 

well, ex-family…

her name doesn’t immediately come to the forefront of your mind. all you know from that drunken night is how charli made you block all her socials at the end of it. as if you were going to go back to them again and again. as if you have no purpose in life other than obsessing over your ex’s new girl. 

she sighs, then looks out the window with a bored expression on her face and you have to focus your attention back to the bride and groom before you do something drastic. not before you catch matty looking at you from the corner of your eye, however. 

not just at you…he’s staring at the plunging neckline of your dress that shows off your cleavage wonderfully. with the big window to your side, it’s so clear to see every little detail of his face—his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip (he’s unaware that he’s doing it. you know that for a fact). his pupils that are blown out wide, making almost the entirety of his eyes look black; dark and hungry. 

your mouth curls into a smirk, arrogant enough to mirror his own. well, this is interesting. 

matty’s mouth presses into a thin line. even now, after you caught him so red-handed, he’s trying to deny it. but you don’t miss his ears turning the telltale shade of pink. 

“...and i promise to love you for the rest of my life.” george’s voice breaks on the last word, the tears flowing freely but he smiles through all of it. in front of you, charli’s shoulders shake. they haven’t even put the rings on each other yet and they’re already emotional. it makes you laugh, and surprising, you feel the tears escaping your eyes.

i promise to love you for the rest of my life. that’s what matty had said too. i promise to dance in the kitchen with you and do all my silly little romantic gestures. i promise to never let you fall. i promise, i promise, i promise…

so many of them unkept, so many of them just pretty words spoken on a perfect day in front of a tearful audience. 

“i do!” charli squeals before the question is even finished, making everyone laugh. a wet chuckle escapes you at her infectious joy. 

“do you, george, take charli to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the officiant asks. 

“i do,” he says patiently and charli sticks her tongue out at him. 

you sincerely hope they stay like this for the rest of their lives—polar opposites who complete each other. not people who are so similar, they don’t know how to exist in the same space anymore. 

matty smiles, first at the couple and then, shockingly, at you. husband and wife he mouths. 

jarringly still, you smile back. 

i would love to hear what you think 🤭

[justaghostingon]

Marionetta Theories:

Do you want to know if Tonny is evil or not? Do you wonder why Julia was chosen to kill him? Have I got the two connecting theories for you!

I don’t have a lot of evidence, since we’re only 28 chapters in, but i wanna get these out there to see if they come true!

@jay9marie this is for u. As only other mutual i know reads this comic.

Theory 1: The Custodian

I do not think Sahed is right about Tonny. I don’t think Sahed’s completely wrong either, but he’s missing an important detail: Tonny is not their jailer, he’s the custodian.

When we first meet him, he describes himself as the manager for someone else, not the one who supplies the magic. And this has been true since before the circus even existed:

If you notice the language here, he’s called custodian. Which means he takes care of the one who is truely in charge, the monster in the attic.

Now there’s a lot we don’t know about Tonny’s position. By the wording “allows” he seems to have limited power to invite others to join the castle. Which given how horrible it is inside, is not a very good deal. But we honestly can’t tell if the contracts is something he was told to do or not. We just don’t have the info.

My guess is Tonny has an awareness of the price of his contracts. Look at his face when he makes the contract with dotty:

He’s exhausted by the bags under his eyes, and clearly unhappy, but his set expression tells us he is still going to do it. He’ll doom them to eternity with him, with only the fine print to warn them of what that really means. And again, we don’t know how much of a choice Tonny has, but that’s still not okay.

But! Dotty and her husband bring new life into the castle. And Tonny starts to change.

He’s smiling, leaning against the door in a relaxed posture. His arms are still crossed, suggesting he’s not completely at ease, but he’s happy to see his people smiling again. He’s thrilled his people can be happy in the first place. And when Rainah speaks up and points out it won’t last, he’s willing to bring Dotty and her husband into the very secret that keeps this place running, something i don’t think he’s supposed to do given how even the ever talkative Dotty refused to mention it by name.

And now in the circus, we can see the contract has changed. They still have to stay in the circus, they still live eternally, but now they have to work - which keeps them focused and active, stopping them from falling into the despair of before. But most importantly:

Tonny is no longer confining them to the castle to waste away. He is actively trying to make this situation the best he can. He’s no longer just a monster’s puppet, but a leader dedicated to his people.

And yes, he’s still trapping people in these contracts, which is not good. Sahed (who i suspect escaped whatever research center/prison was keeping him) has a reason to be angry. But now where he can be, Tonny is kind. He’s taking care of his people to the best of his abilities instead of leaving them to rot. All because Dotty and her husband taught him he could.

Which leads me to my second theory:

Theory 2: Julia’s fate

So i’m pretty sure that Julia’s contract was made with the monster in the attic, not Sahed. When we see Kamela go through her contract signing, she is physically near both Tonny, whom she is making a bargain with, and Sahed, who helps her enter the spirit realm.

Given her smile, her trip is pleasant and short, she frays a bit, but nothing like Julia.

Her experience is terrifying, nothing is explained except the contracts own words, and if she resists she’s punished with a nightmarish experience. Neither sahed nor tonny’s deal with kamela goes like this. It’s frightening and inhumane.

But most damningly of all, when Julia wakes back in her body, she is directly under the monster in the attic.

There’s the contract, directly before Julia, but Sahed is nowhere in sight, unlike how it was when he was helping Tonny. This makes it pretty obvious that while Sahed definitely wants Tonny gone, he’s not the one who struck the deal. It was the attic monster.

By why would the attic monster want to get rid of its custodian? Especially when he still takes care of them and provides contracts.

The answer, i suspect comes from theory 1. Tonny has been putting the people of the circus first more and more, adding new clauses and promsing to make their lives pleasant. With all this attention diverted, the attic monster is no longer getting what it thinks it deserves. It is no longer first in Tonny’s priorities, and the priorities of all the circus folk.

It wants a new custodian to focus all their attention on it. To feed it with despair and contracts, and prioritize it alone. And it has chosen Julia.

[jayrlz]

STACY’S MOM PT. 2 – JAY

( but it’s actually her dad )

warnings : VERY explicit smut, dilf!jay x afab!reader, u fuck ur bff’s dad, virgin!reader, reader gets corrupted, jay pretends to be soft but he’s actually a really hard dom, dumbification, a little bit of perv!jay and perv!y/n, breast slapping, spitting, degrading, praising, there’s a lot more ok

read part 1 !

that very day at the pool, in order to barely function, you convinced yourself you had imagined it; that you were so into mr park that it got to your head.

yet, even if you had told yourself it was pure fiction, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

as you were doing right now, for example.

you were laid on your bed on your back, wearing a small top with some random graphic design; thanks to the comfort of your own house, you happened to be braless. as bottoms, you were wearing some black panties and some shorts which could also be considered underwear if you took in mind their length.

as your mind played any imagine it had caught of jay for as long as you’d known him, your hand had travelled inside your shorts but not inside your panties.

something you’d told no one, not even stacy, was that not only were you a virgin, you also had never gone as far in masturbating as to finger yourself.

at some point, just some random replays of your mind weren’t enough, and so you in full of guilt grabbed your phone.

you opened mr park’s facebook account, and you, in full shame may we add, looked for a specific picture.

there he was, outside of some random fountains at some random expensive vacation, posing in front of them with just his wet swim shorts on.

fuck, his face, his abs, his muscular arms and then the clear outline of his dick. you zoomed in to see more clearly, and everything got too hot for you.

just touching the outside of your clitoris wasn’t enough anymore, and you almost let your fingers explore your hole.

that was of course, before the doorbell interrupted you.

who could it have been at 9 pm? your parents were coming back home tomorrow, and you had no plans with anyone.

you, with a very loud groan, tossed your phone to the side and got up to check on the door.

“ who is it? ” you asked in a clearly annoyed tone.

“ y/n? it’s jay, stacy’s dad. sorry, were you doing something? ”

you pulled the door open and couldn’t even look him in the eyes, considering what you were just doing.

“ m..mr park! what brings you here? ” you asked, trying to adjust your insanely revealing shorts, and somehow adjust so as not to show your very hard by now nipples.

“ your dad had told me to come check up the tv in your room, and he said that you should be home and awake now, so i dropped by after work. ah, you must’ve been busy, i’m sorry. i’ll get going. ” he said and almost turned to leave before you stopped him,

“ no no! it’s okay, ” you awkwardly chuckled, “ come in. ”

in all honesty, you had forgotten that the tv in your room was broken, and you definitely would rather keep at that than bring yourself in the current situation.

but, some twisted part of you got so horny at the thought of jay seeing you like this, that you couldn’t bring yourself to let him down.

“ oh, i also brought the screwdriver! you left it at ours the day you brought it, and i know your dad needs one so i’ll leave it here. ” he said as he held up a red screwdriver, god he was such a gentleman.

and so there you were! jay entering your room, you following behind him, and everything seeming to go smoothly.

emphasis on the seeming, since the second you stepped in, your eyes fell on the open phone screen lain on you bed.

and clearly, it wasn’t just you own eyes.

jay clearly recognised himself at the picture and in almost cocky way he picked up the phone.

“ care to give me some explanation as to why this is here, doll? ”

you could in no way form an actual sentence to respond to him, so you just looked down and gulped.

he grabbed you and pinned you down on the bed, before grabbing your face; forcing you to look him in the eye.

“ what happened baby, are you shying away now? you seemed to have no shame when you were zooming in to my pictures and touching your tight little pussy. ”

he kissed your lips softly and slowly, making sloppy sounds come from the collision.

“ jay, i.. ” you said as you pulled back for a second.

“ mr park. ” he corrected and your face fully flushed,

“ mr park.. i..i haven’t done this before, i’m a virgin.. ” you said in embarrassment, afraid that that’d be a turn off to him.

luckily - or in reality, unluckily for you - a smirk formed on his face as his eyes glowed with something, you couldn’t exactly tell what it was.

he tried to hide his body’s response to your words, “ i’ll totally understand if you don’t want to lose your virginity to me, darling. take your time and don’t push to yourself in anything you might regret. ”

“ n..no, that’s not it, i want to lose it to you mr park! i really really do! ” you desperately said, “ i’m just worried that it might throw you off! ”

“ baby.. ” he said as he caressed your cheeks softly, “ you couldn’t have been more wrong. ” he said in an almost lust full tone.

“ ever since you turned 19, you’ve grown so much, all i can think off is fucking you like the dumb little fuck doll you are, like i haven’t noticed how you behave around me.. ”

he went back to slowly and passionately kissing you with his tongue, as his hands roamed over your upper body, bringing your shirt up.

he pulled back and placed his hand softly under your head, raising it slightly so as to pull your top off.

you almost instinctively and in embarrassment tried to cover your breast with your hands, yet he almost aggressively pulled them off.

coming in contrast with that, he gently held them in his arms, as his fingers brushed up and down on your sensitive nipples, causing you to moan and uncomfortably squirm at the feeling.

he leaned in and took a breast in his mouth, his warm tongue running over your areas and earning back soft whimpers from you.

his hands grabbed onto your short’s and took your underwear along with them, and he then slid the both of them down; taking them completely off you.

he threw your shorts somewhere away and placed your panties in his pocket.

he placed a trace of kisses all along your stomach, reaching your pelvis area.

his hands held your thighs and whilst simultaneously caressing them, he opened your legs up.

“ you have the prettiest pussy i’ve ever fucking seen. ”

he said as he proceeded to place a kiss directly on your clitoris, causing you to moan and sit up.

he continued sucking, licking and placing wet kisses on your sensitive nerves, and he took your sounds as a sign to insert a finger in your hole.

“ j..jay! ” you said in a gasp, and you felt him smirk.

he proceeded to move his finger at a pace you didn’t know was humanly possible, causing you to cry out.

“ i said it’s mr park, sweetheart. ” he said, still keeping the amused look on his face as he added a second finger.

in a moan of messes and tears you fell on your back and grabbed your breast with your right hand.

the second he attempted to add a third finger, you felt your hole clench and your back arch as you experienced your first orgasm.

“ oh no baby, you’ve made daddy’s fingers all messy.. ” he spoke as you were still recovering from it.

he took his fingers off your hole and placed them right in your mouth aggressively, causing you to suck on it.

he lowered his pants just enough to pull his cock out, and you loudly gasped at the size.

after you struggled so much to take just his fingers, you’d definitely not be able to take such a big dick.

he saw the way you stared at it and let out a teasing chuckle.

“ what’s wrong y/n? scared it’s gonna be too big? ”

you moaned as he suddenly placed himself at your entrance.

“ m..mr park, w..wait! ”

he entered himself a little more in, and then softly kissed your lips.

“ are you okay, my love? ” he asked with concern.

you nodded and signalled for him to keep going.

he smiled at the confirmation that this wasn’t giving you unbearable amounts of discomfort, and he kept pushing in, up until it was halfway inside you.

you bit your lip and let out a muffled moan, as he held your arm next to your head.

“ it’s more than halfway in, doll. i know you can take it. ”

soon enough, he was fully inserted in your hole, and he gave you a few second to adjust to his size and the mix of pain, pleasure and stretch.

“ poor little girl, can’t take my cock as easy as you were thinking when you were touching yourself, hm? ”

he said as he slowly and steadily begun moving in and out, earning soft gasps and whimpers from you.

he was filling you up so well, opening your tight hole just enough to fit just his dick. every part of you was so swollen and sensitive, and that’s when he touched your clit.

your feelings and sensations were all getting too much for you, as you were beginning to feel hazy and light headed.

you were softly crying and moaning in repeats at his every movements, everything felf like a dream.

“ m..mr park… ” you barely stumbled out as he abused your swollen and sensitive clit with his hands, and your hole with his big cock.

you felt a knot tie in your lower stomach as you felt a warm liquid run across your chest, realising he had spat on you.

you shut your eyes tightly as you held onto his forearms, letting out a string of begs and his name.

he gave a slap to your tits, “ cum for me, my angel. ”

and so you did, you experienced a harder orgasm than you ever had. your pussy squirted all over jay’s front, and you simultaneously moaned and hiccuped.

you felt his warm cum on your face, adding even more to everything you were feeling, causing you to black out.

you opened your eyes, and found yourself tucked in your bed, completely cleared up and dressed, causing you to understand that this was an insanely realistic wet dream.

well of course, as if mr jay would pull up in your house and just fuck you!

you told yourself and then turned on your side, only to find a red screwdriver on your night stand.

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[fencer-x]

SasaMyaa FujiSai Event (afternoon) Report

So! Today I attended the afternoon part of the SasaMyaa "Fujisai" event, a kind of post-Graduation Movie event to look back on it and have fun with the cast, which included the VAs of Sasaki, Miyano, Hirano, Kagiura, and Tashiro and Kuresawa as well. For ease of readers' understanding, I'll use the character names for the VAs throughout this report.

The stage (Yamano Hall, in Yoyogo, Tokyo) was set up to look like an actual festival, with little booths for games around the stage. This will become relevant later XD The audience was overwhelmingly women, but there were a few guys there too (including a few clearly there on their own as fans and not as boyfriends/husbands to their fan-wives).

The event opened with a small video recap of the movie, and then Tashiro and Kuresawa came out to introduce everyone as the MCs for the event. There was a huge monitor over the stage, through which were streamed live feeds of the actors (ostensibly for closeups so that the people in the back could get a good look at the stage, but also probably for future DVD releases).

All the actors introduced themselves, but when it came to Hirano's VA's turn to introduce himself, he shouted "Hirano~!" as a prompt for the audience. Except the audience had no idea what we were supposed to respond with (Taiga???), so he was greeted with DEAD SILENCE. Poor guy XD But then after a brief discussion of why he bombed so hard, Kagi's VA decided to try it too, and "Kagiura~!" was greeted with "Akira~!" from the audience XDDD He then explained that he'd really wanted to do a call-response with a different phrase, so we all let him say, "Hirano-san is so…" and then we responded with, "…nice!" He did this several times throughout the event--Kagi's VA is very clearly the biggest KagiHira shipper out there XD

The next segment was spent discussin favorite scenes from the movies, decided in pairs (SasaMyaaand KagiHira, and then Tashiro and Kuresawa chose by themselves). This was made even better because, in MST3K style, the guys would riff on the scene while it was being played on the monitors lol. Sasaki's VA in particular loved lampooning his own performance. The favorite scenes were as follows:

1) SasaMyaa: the opening scene on the train platform 2) Kuresawa: Miyano and Satoko's conversation in the park 3) Tashiro: Sasaki summoning Miyano to the empty classroom after he got his acceptance letter 4) KagiHira: the very last scene with the smooch in the committee room, but SPECIFICALLY the crumbs of Kagi and Hirano you get in that scene

The next segment was UPCOMING NEWS!

Sanrio collab! I know zilch about these characters except that Hello Kitty is paired with Ogasawara, and that feels Correct. (Dec 18 to Jan 8)

Illustration Exhibition for SasaMyaa/KagiHira + Yurukyun BL from gene pixiv (Dec 23 to Jan 15)

The stage play is going to stream on U-next! It'll be a lot easier for people to see it now, and I'm hoping that means a DVD release is right around the corner. It deserves it!!

Then it was TIME FOR SOME GAMES. The object was for each of the four main cast members to play each of the three games for 30 seconds each, 90 seconds total, and whoever got the most points in each game in total would win. The games were:

1) Super Ball Scoop (scooping up as many little rubber bouncy balls from a bucket of water using a scoop made of tissue and ergo prone to breaking after just a few scoops) 2) Ring Toss (toss rings onto a stake) 3) Shooting (use a little cork gun to knock over targets) [one extra challenge here is that the targets were all color-coded in the characters' colors and you were only supposed to knock over your own character's targets--except Miyano's blue and Kagi's teal are VERY SIMILAR COLORS so the VAs were whining about not being able to tell them apart XDDD]

All in all, these were the final totals after everyone's attempts: Miyano: 33 points Kagiura: 65 points Sasaki: 83 points Hirano: 64 points

A clear win for Sasaki's VA XDDDD

The next corner was a weird goofy 'fortune telling' corner where Tashiro and Kuresawa's VAs pretended to be fortune tellers for the two couples, except the VAs weren't playing their characters, they were just randomly improving being some kind of couple, idk XD the KagiHira segment went totally off the rails and resulted in Kagi and Hirano's VAs rushing each other on stage into a passionate hug, which you can understand the audience was THRILLED by XD

And last but not least for the event was…an original short story live reading. This was brand new content, performed live in person. ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC.

The setting was one month post-graduation (so a bit before current canon, but not too much), and it opened with Miyano and Kuresawa waiting for Tashiro to meet up with them. After Tashiro arrives late from helping an old lady carry some heavy bags home, they recall the previous year's cultural festival (aka their second-year festival, Sasaki and Hirano's third-year festival).

Elsewhere, Sasaki and Hirano are hanging out, having run into each other. Hirano asks what Sasaki is up to, he says he's killing time to meet up with Miyano for a date later--what about Hirano? Hirano is, of course, cagey, but says "something along those lines." They too recall the previous year's cultural festival and how Tashiro had spilled juice on some cardboard boxes, sending Miyano running to them looking for spare cardboard boxes they could use.

Hirano had tried getting in contact with Hanzawa to find out where more boxes were, but he was out of reach, which really ticked Hirano off. Miyano "casually" mentioned reading in a BL manga recently that getting a hug from someone was a great stress-reliever, as it triggered a release of endorphins and made you feel much calmer. Hirano thinks this is bunk and goes off to look for Hanzawa himself.

Left alone, Sasaki brings up all the stuff he's been having to do to prep for this festival…and booooyyy has it really heaped a bunch of stress on him, and does Miyano think that a hug might help? It sure would be nice…

Just as he's about to laugh it off as a joke, like usual, Miyano grudgingly agrees, if Sasaki really is that stressed.

Back in the present, Miyano recalls this moment himself and squeaks.

Hirano gets a text (from presumably Kagi) and parts ways with Sasaki, telling him "Say hi to Miyano for me." When he meets up with Kagi, Kagi asks if he's been waiting long, and Hirano brushes him off, saying, "Nah, I was just talking to Sasa--er, an old classmate of mine." Good for you, Hirano; you've finally learned to avoid triggering Kagi's jealousy unnecessarily. Gold star!

Hirano mentions remembering that previous cultural festival, and Kagi recalls it too--especially the part where he'd heard that hugging someone could help reduce their stress and had taken his chance with Hirano then. When Hirano had been confused (but not pushing him away) about why Kagi was hugging him, Kagi had explained that it was part of their 10-second-touching time, doing the countdown and everything (bruh idk why but it did something to me finally hearing actual mention of that rule in the characters' voices! Felt like it's closer to being animated, even though it's definitely going to take some time…)

The main thing I took from this short story was: KAGI AND HIRANO STILL AREN'T DATING IN FUCKING OCTOBER??!?!?! FUCK ME.

Aaaand that was about it! I can't attend the evening show, but I'm excited to hear what happens there! Hope you enjoyed this little peek!

[matan4il]

I wrote in this post why I believed Mile and Apo spent at the very least parts of Oct 2 together in Paris, even though we didn't get pics of them together. Today we got one, thanks to Woody. He posted today this throwback pic of them all together (including Woody's husband). Based on Mile, Apo and Gift's clothes and shoes, it was taken that day:

The restaurant that they're eating in? It's in the same area as the Guerlain and Piaget shops that Mile featured in his IG stories on that day (see pics in the above linked post). So I take that as further confirmation that Mile and Apo were likely together when they were looking at/visiting stores of the brands they represent. How adorable is that? ^u^

This also confirms that not only did they wear the same tone of bright blue for their departure back to Thailand, underneath their over-shirts, they were wearing the same white T-shirt. Matching their outfits in more than one way!

There's also another vid that was posted from the BOF 500 gala today, and it shows that even when at first it seems like Mile and Apo aren't by each other, they actually are.

You can see here on the right side of the pic Mile's outfit:

There's another vid showing Mile even more clearly by Apo's side. I kind of want to keep the first one post because it is a reminder that just because a camera doesn't capture Mile and Apo together, it doesn't mean they aren't. Still, let me share at least a snapshot from this new vid where Mile can be seen glancing in Apo's direction:

This is the second moment from that event where it initially seems like we're only seeing Apo, but Mile is actually right by him, and that tells us this is not a coincidence.

(for more of my Mileapo/Kinnporsche posts, click here)

[kokushibouthings]

Perfectly normal...

Content: Public, Sexual themes, Smut, Fingering, AFAB reader, Readers basically a loser and a female incel or whatever, Tomuras a stalker and readers into it ig, flat reader cause I can.

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x reader

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On that one specific night, he was just tailing some random girl to see her go home like how a creepy ass stalker would...

Till he noticed you exiting your house, taking some laundry back inside.

"Hm..."

.

.

.

"Ughh... It feels like I'm being watched oftenly these days." Whispering to yourself, with the text concerned directly written on your face so obviously...

You head to your desk, opening a website...

Lifting your shirt up, (yes you're wearing an oversized shirt with literally just panties on.) awkwardly knowing someone could be watching you doing this...

But it made you feel kinda aroused.

You slide your fingers down against your heat, looking at your screen before fingering yourself slip out quiet moans from your hand on your lips..

"Nngh...a ...—ahmm..."

Proceeding on with your masturbating for a bit until...

– !!

You hear a noise, outside thinking it was from near your window. Immediately closing the tab and lifting your panties right back up to go check ...— even though your wet asf.

You see no one but see some wet stains on the grass for some... Odd reason.

Even though its just an assumption you immediately knew what it was, licking your bottom lip in arousement...

Having someone watch you is creepy indeed, but you kind of found as if they were complimenting you some how...

.

.

.

After a few days, seeing no more sign of whoever watched you. shrugging it off accepting they probably lost interest in you..and walked inside the train. And god there was alot of people..

You didn't like the idea of standing since you were wearing a skirt and for some reason you're very uncomfortable with the thought of accidentally grindi- wait no why would you even think that..??

You shake your head, noticing theres an empty seat but a male has their hand on it, and legs spread.. You chose to ignore it and ask them.

You notice his eyes widen a little bit, but turned his head away ignoring you completely.

Your stubborn ass refusing to accept the silent treatment, squeezed in there and sat right on his hand... — You sat there awkwardly noticing how it gets more awkward by the second feeling 4 of his fingers right on your ass..

After a few minutes, He turns to look at you, also wiggling his hands a little... You lift yourself up a little bit assuming he finally decided to reluctantly give up and give you space.

.. till his palm placed on your ass again, sliding 2 fingers through your panties right on your crotch almost making you slip out a moan.

You try to ignore it thinking it mightve been a mistake trying to tug on his arm. "U... —uhmm do you mind moving your hand a little."

He looks at you, moving closer to your ear...

"Why? You want it don't you? I saw you masturbating like a slut that day." As it so awkwardly happens he was the person watching you.. "Anyway, I'm tomura. What about you?" He pulls away from your ear, asking perfectly normal as if his hand literally isn't on your crotch.

His fingers suddenly slide inside of you.. Making you let out a quiet gasp. Making you feel pathetic as you squirm under his touch.

"...Y —Y/N." "cute name." He responded as the people beside you leave for their stop..

He thrusts his fingers in, and out painfully slow.

Your head looks downwards, hands on your mouth trying to not let out any odd noise..

You felt pathetic and awkward, being fingered by some stranger in the middle of a train.

But you couldn't help but enjoy his touch eventually cumming..

He pulled his hand away, raising his hand to his mouth. Turning his head away seeing him clearly licking it up before just wiping it on his jacket... You hear the train announce the place you go to school at, immediately standing up shakily also trying to fix your panties placement through your tugging on your skirt while heading to the doors that are about to open.

...

And after that instance it became a routine every 6:20 am Friday and Thursday ..

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 03/05/2024

frisk hosts a SICK ASS RAVE in teh core

Season 4 Episode 2 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume for Wii U

Rip credited to nekolvr420

Requested by cathode-glacier! @cathode-glacier (Ask Box)

Yeah, look, it's been another long day for me, the same as yesterday with The Great Weed. And though there I found lots to write about anyway despite my weariness, I'll try to keep this post short and sweet. I mean, really - everything you need to know about frisk hosts a SICK ASS RAVE in teh core is evident as soon as you click on the video. Althesame, it's an incredibly funny gutpunch, the kind of surprise I don't think anyone was expecting to see so deep into the channel's life - even when you think you've got the SiIvaGunner team all figured out, they find new ways to fuck with you.

That's sort of a similar sentiment that I expressed back with Sex - Steve Harvey, come to think about it? Here, of course, we don't have as much of a gutpunch of the incomprehensible - moreso a completely unpredictable hook not even part of any larger event. In the midst of all other rips uploaded that day, frisk hosts a SICK ASS RAVE in teh core presents itself as a Nightcore remix of the CORE theme from Undertale, or in other words - speeding up the music. The joke goes the extra mile similar to what we'd just seen this past April Fools with super mario 64 but it's in the buddy holly soundfont by also changing the video's metadata - the thumbnail having a random anime girl, the "plz support teh original artists =ω=" - parts of SiIvaGunner's typical metadata template remains, but its clearly riffing on the very specific (and once very prominent!!) subculture of nightcore remix channels.

It's kind of funny how frisk hosts a SICK ASS RAVE in teh core sort of foreshadowed the entire bit of the aforementioned April Fools 2024 event, actually. As you've likely already noticed, the nightcore is only half the joke - its not a sped-up version of the unaltered CORE theme, but rather of a mashup/arrangement of the track set to Skrillex's Bangarang - an absolutely natural fit both for the Nightcore jokes and to CORE in general. Thus, it's a double-joke - the nightcore part immediately registers due to the increase in tempo, and then only a second later do you realize that it's not even the original CORE theme being used. The embedded MP3 link on this post is of the "daycore remix" - in other words, the version before the speed-up was applied to it - and I'd say the rip could stand perfectly strong on its own. Granted, I do think wub-wubby Skrillex music is typically very funny in rips, a sleeper favorite of Season 7 for me is still UUN4's skrillex tribute 2023, so maybe I'm biased - but althesame, I just love the idea that someone making this rip, or someone who saw it being made, thought of this absolutely absurd way to make the rip yet more memorable, and just decided to go for it.

It seems to have worked - completely unbeknownst to me, frisk hosts a SICK ASS RAVE in teh core inspired a half dozen rips made in the same "nightcore" vein throughout Seasons 5 and 6. So it's not exact hit the status of a "running joke", but its clearly had an influence on the channel in some small way - and I just love that, yknow? I love that complete left-field curveballs like this always seem to stick in people's minds. Like, even though they're not the most popular in terms of views, you WILL remember them just for their novelty.

In other words, here an already great rip is made all the more memorable through having an above-and-beyond bit applied to it. Why? For seemingly no significant reason other than to have fun. I can't help but respect that.

[kodared]

☆ Welcome home Neighbor~! ☆

Since when could puppets talk?

Chapter 2/?

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The smooth and crisp wind passing over your body was nothing but pleasant, You must have fallen asleep while hanging out with your friends.

As you sat up though, the way your bones ached made you consider otherwise.

You also don't remember your friend's backyard being this vast… or colourful?

Suddenly it hit you like a ton of bricks. The memory of the previous day wracking through your skull and providing nothing but headache and disturbance to your very core.

You rose your hand to rub the effects of an unrestful sleep from your eyes, your knees cracking slightly as you rose from the soft grass. Nothing about this forest seemed natural.

The trees were seemingly all different colours despite it being nowhere close to autumn. The grass was perfectly trimmed, and butterflies flew freely, with no flowers nearby, and the birds chirped even if you didn't spot them.

This all felt too perfect.

Your hands found purchase in your pockets, thankful for your clothes to have not been robbed as you feel all of your previous items to still be there. Including newspaper clippings and various other folded papers.

‘I guess there's nowhere left to go but forward..’ You thought.

As much as you did not want to, the feeling of hunger knawed at your bones. Looking at your hands and knees you realize you also need medical assistance as well, or at the very least bandaids and hydrogen peroxide.

The uncomfortable feeling of dried blood aching at the palms of your hands and knees, your once comfortable sweat pants now having holes in the knees from where you… fell?

…

Yeah, fell. You had to have taken quite a tumble to sustain this amount of injury. There was no other explanation for it.

As you walked farther and deeper into the vast forestation, you saw civilization ahead of you! Or at the very least a small village, perfect!

Something didn’t feel right though as you were nearing the village. It was far too colourful. Even if all you could see was a storefront and a Post office, something about this felt wrong.

Maybe you could turn around and find a highway to get someone else's help, you weren't about to try and stumble into a cult afteral-

“ Why! Arent you interesting looking Neighbor!”

You quickly turned on your heel at the voice coming from behind you. Only to be met with a more confusing sight.

It… He? He appeared to be about several feet tall, towering far above you, His skin being green. One thing however made you freeze in fear.

He had Multiple arms and legs.

His arms holding what appeared to be multiple baskets and crates of produce,

“Ah! I don't mean to startle you! Are you alri..?”

Nope. You were not about to stick around to hear the rest of his sentence. You did not care. You knew better than to run in the direction of the Village, so you used the advantage of being shorter than average to go behind him, deeper into the woods.

“Wait a Second!”

You ran for what felt to be an eternity before leaning against a tree to regain your lost stamina. Your laboured breaths bordered on hyperventilating as you recalled what you just witnessed.

‘He at least had to have two sets of arms and legs! And was he green?!’

You don't know how you got here but clearly, your hunger did not matter anymore. You were not going back to that village.

You slid down the base of the tree you were leaning on, deciding on taking a brief pause to calm down.

I mean you had to have lost him anyways,

‘he was holding crates and boxes, he would never be able to catch u-’

“Gotcha!”

You felt arms wrapping under yours. Okay. Panic time!

You kicked your legs like a wild animal, panicked words tumbling out of your mouth in a crazed flurry. There may have been a few cuss words flung at the Green man, but that obviously did not matter to him.

“LET GO OF ME YOU SON OF A-”

Two of his arms held you under your arms, lifting you up and holding you tightly to his chest, while his other set gripped at your legs, clearly trying to stop you from kicking him.

“You're a wild one aren’t ’Cha! Calm down!”

Your breath become frantic again, and the feeling of a panic attack gripped your spine as you felt his arms hold tightly against you, successfully restraining you from freeing from his grip.

The pain from your previous abrasions resurfaced as you felt the uncomfortable feeling of felt fabric against open scratches. Was this guy a puppet??

All of a sudden it hit you, he looked like one of the puppets in the illustration at the Warehouse!

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you both stood in silence, the only sound present being your hyperventilation.

“Take deep breaths, I aint gonna hurt cha,”

Lies. those had to be lies. You tried to calm down though for your own safety, it wasn't good to have your mind clouded with fear if you had any plans to escape.

His grip readjusted on you as his second pair of arms went from restraining to holding you up comfortably, your knees supported by his arms.

“Just like that friend, you're doing good”

You didn't like the way those words made comfort trickle into your brain, one thought presented itself into your mind as you breathed more evenly though, he mentioned earlier you looked interesting.

Was he just as confused as to what you were as you were of him?

You looked at his arms that held you to his chest, his hands only possessed four fingers in total, as opposed to your five. His skin also being green, with a tinge of dark green highlighting where his knuckles would be, a stark contrast to your skin.

“I would put ya down but m‘fraid of you running off again, I don't think I properly introduced myself! Names Howdy, Howdy Pillar!”

You craned your neck to look at his face, He had a set of antennae similar to that of a…

Oh, his name was a bug pun, okay that's kinda cute.

“Uh, Names Y/N, Sorry for… Running?”

You were still confused about your… situation as a whole, but the least you could do was be polite. He hadn't done anything to really make you distrust him yet. Other than chase you of course, but maybe there was a reason for that.

“Don't apologize for that! M’sorry for chasing ya!”

He let out a chuckle at the end of his sentence, a dark green blush finding its way onto his face. Your curiosity got the best of you,

“So uhm... What are you?”

You blurted out as you looked at his hands, Your free hand finding its way on top of his... Okay yeah he had big hands, nothing is new to you about that.

He let out a laugh this time as he began to talk,

“I could be asking ya the same thing! Ya okay to be put down? I don’t want ‘cha running off though,”

“Yeah, I won't run this time”

At your promise of not running, he unwrapped his arms from you and set you on the ground, you turned to face him and once again were met with the same features you saw last time.

“Oh my! You're really banged up!”

His hands grabbed at your hands, flipping them over in his grasp to inspect the damage, you could still see the curious glint in his eyes as he examined your hands in comparison to his.

“Oh yeah, that's actually why I was walking over to your.. town? You wouldn't have anything to help would you?”

His hands once again picked you up… And you were beginning to feel like a stray cat with how this guy held you.

“I own one of the best Shops in my Neighborhood! You've come to the perfect Caterpillar!”

You prayed there were no other bugs in the village as a shudder crept up your spine. You didn't dislike bugs, but you weren't the fondest of them either.

His eyes examined you as you dangled your legs in his grip... Okay, you knew he was curious but this was beginning to border on weird.

“Well! We should… Go there! I'm still bleeding a bit”

You raised your hands in emphasis, your exasperated expression must have been prominent to Howdy as he set you down rather quickly.

“Of course! Follow my lead!”

Howdy took hold of one of your hands as gently as he could, the felt texture still irritating your sensitive hands though.

You could only assume he took hold of your hand as an extra reassurance you wouldn't dash away at a moment's notice, this was only confirmed by his glances over his shoulder to you, confirming you were still following along.

You decided to start up a friendly conversation, seeing as you weren't particularly fond of the silence that had dissolved over the two of you.

“So, are the other townspeople bugs too? Or is it just you?”

You hoped your question didn't come off as offensive to Howdy, but as he let out a small giggle you felt your suspicions leaving your mind.

“No, seems to be just lil ol me that's a caterpillar! My friend Eddie actually looks very similar to you,”

Howdys head turned to look at you again, his antennae perking up a bit as he gave you a friendly grin. ‘Maybe Eddie is also a human, he might be able to help me’ You thought as you met Howdys eyes again.

“We need to get you fixed up before I can introduce you to the Neighborhood though friend! I'm certain I have some spare needle and thread to patch ya up!”

Oh yeah, your pants were ripped at the knees you figured as you glanced down. That would be useful to patch before you… Meet, the rest of the Town.

The rest of the walk was silent, with the Town coming into your vision as you walked with Howdy, you spotted his previously abandoned crates of produce, and a cringe took over your face.

“Sorry for making you drop your things, I didn't mean to inconvenience you.”

It only felt right to apologize to Howdy, even if he did scare you into running unintentionally.

“Don't worry about it! I can always come back for it,”

Howdy let go of your hand to gather up what he could, and you began helping him by picking up dropped apples and oranges that spilled from one of the crates, handing them to Howdy when you gathered what you could.

“Thank you Neighbor! My bugdega is just up here!”

He motioned for you to follow, so you did, you chose to let out a pity laugh at the bug pun.

He set down the crates and boxes he was holding in what you could only assume was the produce section in front of the store to hold the door for you, as you both stepped into the small store, you had to admit, for a puppet, he kept the store looking pristine.

Howdy walked behind his counter and began rummaging through a drawer to find some things to patch you up with as you stood awkwardly still in the front of the store. You took in what he stocked on his shelves,

There seemed to be a wide variety of apple-flavoured products, including apple-scented shampoo, to your dismay there was no toothpaste or bandaids.

If you were going to be stuck here for a while you would have at least appreciated some toothpaste, but you supposed it made sense seeing as Howdy was a puppet.

“Oh! Where are my manners! You can come over here, Neighbor!”

Howdy emerged from the back of the Counter to place a small stool, you felt like a kid again as you sat politely on the stool in front of the crouching Howdy who was holding a sewing kit.

One thing did concern you though, why was he patching your pants and not your scratches?

“This will hurt a bit! But I assure you you'll feel better after your all-patched-up Neighbor!”

…Yeah the adrenaline is back in your veins as he moved his hand to position the needle at your skin.

Your posture went rigid as you pulled your knee away from Howdy,

“UH! I don't need stitches Howdy! It's just a small scratch!” Your nervous laugh returns again

“Nonsense! You still need a Patch for it to heal correctly!”

Howdy moved his second set of hands to grip your leg, keeping you from moving it away from him again,

Right before he could begin stitching at your knee though, you kicked him in the chest, successfully freeing yourself and running for the door.

He had successfully given you a reason to fear him and flee again, you took off down the road, hearing Howdy chase after you.

“You said you wouldn't run again!”

You turned your head to look at the frazzled and confused Howdy,

“THAT WAS BEFORE YOU TRIED TO-”

Your running came to a stop when you slammed into something,

“OUMPH!”

Nope, someone.

“Eddie! Grab hold of 'em!”

Your tailbone hit the hard ground making tears prick at the corner of your eyes again, you just couldn't escape Howdy, could you?

You felt firm hands grab hold of you before you could pick yourself up, as your vision cleared of tears you got a good look at the puppet holding you,

So this was Eddie? He did… kinda? Look similar to you, his hands still had only four fingers, but at least his nose looked more similar to yours... And he wasn't a bug.

Your calm examination of Eddie though was only temporary before you felt Howdy taking hold of you again from Eddie's grip.

“Thank ya kindly Eddie! This one doesn't want to be Patched up it seems!”

“LET GO!! I DON'T NEED TO HAVE STITCHES!”

Your kicking and squirming started back up again, with little concern for Eddies bewildered and concerned look as you tried to claw at Howdys arms and hands.

“They… don't look like us? Are you sure they need patches?”

Eddie's hands took hold of one of yours, examining the damage, the blood has dried and scabbed over by now.

“I! Don't! Need! A! Patch!”

Your legs attempt to kick at Howdy in emphasis.

“I just need a Bandaid! It'll heal over in a Day or two!”

Both of the puppets looked more confused than ever. Suddenly it made sense, they would need a patch for something like this, they were puppets for god sake.

“Whats a bandaid?”

Eddie's hands still had not left yours, as he held his hand up to compare his hand size to yours, he reminded you of a curious teenager.

“It's like, A patch that doesn't need to be permanently sewn into your skin, It just sticks there.”

You struggled to come up with a comparison to what a bandaid was to a puppet-man, you craned your neck again to look up at Howdy,

“And humans don't need to be sewn into unless they're bleeding out, which, I am not.”

Howdys bashful smile took over and replaced his confused one, a small blush seeping into his felt, how did that even work?

“Ah! I understand now Neighbor! I apologize!”

Everyone here was as sweet as honey, you swore if you stayed much longer you would develop a cavity.

“It's no worries, can you?”

You gestured to being put down, wiggling your hand from Eddie's grip while you did so.

“Oh sorry! Names Eddie by the way!”

Howdy set you down with no complaint, Eddie put out his hand for a handshake, which you returned.

“My name is Y/N, and don't worry about it, I know I look a little… new, to you guys”

That was certainly one way of putting it you supposed, you probably looked like an alien to these guys.

“By the way, Howdy? Do you have any spare clothes? Im a bit of a mess.”

“Of course I do Neighbor! Eddie, would you like to come as well?”

The feeling of eyes on you was uncomfortable, but you just scratched it up to Eddie staring at you still.

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As you all walked back to the Bugdega though, you missed the yellow fellow peeking from the red house.

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As always Updates are more frequent on my Ao3!

Till next time ! - ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ✨

[codename-adler]

My 2 niche aftg takes are that I love and accept Nora’s extra content, just because they don’t get married or say I love u or any of that stuff, doesn’t mean they are not healing and that they can never truly be healed without those things, it’s just that those are not important to them and that’s valid, their happy ending doesn’t have to look like everyone else’s (I also love and accept Nora’s writing, not a fan of when everyone jokingly bashes her books as if she didn’t capture all our hearts, art is meant to make you feel, and she succeeded in that a lot more than a lot of other ‘good’ writing)

Number two is that I’m not a fan of a lot of the fanon characterisation of Andrew and Neil, I know it’s par for the course in queer media that a fandom will feminise one character and masculinise the other (and make one the ‘bottom’ and one the ‘top’ respectively) , and I even expected it, obviously that’s weird in itself but that’s not even the part that bothers me that much since I knew it would happen, the part that does is that they clearly have done it the wrong way round, because like, if any one of those boys is going to wear a skirt, it’s Andrew, he’s the one that likes fashion and might decide to experiment, not Neil. If anyone is a ‘submissive’ it’s Andrew, the way he acts in the books, he literally does anything neil wants to make him happy, and if anyone gives top energy, it’s Neil josten, and I know this is silly but I guess it made the whole thing a lot more jarring for me when I went on to read fanfic and it felt even more ooc than it usually would. Anyway that’s all.

that damn extra content... Okay. i have barely read any of it.

i've read Wymack's story / Dan's recruitment; me likes. i just love that man. nora knows how to build her men.

i've read Jean's drafts and his abuse at the Nest; me hates. the SA just thrown in there for what? Riko's already dead, it's pointless to further villainize him when the series is over. i hate SA as an afterthought, something that gives character, something being used as a plot device. with the announcement of TSC however? we'll see...

i've read Allison's future; me irks. see previous ask.

andreil stuff, i've read about here and there but not directly from the source; some me laughs, some me don't care. that's literally it. i don't give it much, if any, thought at all.

i've heard of Renee's future in the peace corps and marrying a man; me ew ew ew. she is so queer-coded it's baffling how that was achieved with Renee/Jean in mind. and the peace corps?? that toxic american white savior bullshit?? baby no. there are much better religious orgs and rep out there.

the rest is mystery to me. i'm cumulating more and more reasons to thoroughly read through the EC, but it's not like... an urge. i'll get to it when i get to it. i appreciate nora sakavic for writing it, but also for not pushing it everywhere. she doesn't mind whether one considers it canon or not. i really, really appreciate that of her. SO DO NOT COME FOR HER AND HER WRITING. aftg is GOOD. it was never badly written. it's just so out of left field that it is difficult not to be made to feel ashamed for liking the series by mainstream lit and lit. corps. honestly give me a work of literature that has had a stronger grip on its readers than aftg and that you consider being 'well-written' in comparison. i will never, ever say it's bad. because it isn't. i will not be taking any question.

as for the second part of this ask... i am uncomfortable discussing sexual fanon content, and i simply do not read that kind of stuff very often, again because it's not for me, so i won't be able to add to this. perhaps other mutuals can reach out to you on this?

thank you for your contribution @doctorwhomybae and sorry for the tardiness!