Send Me Requests! (If You Want)

Send Me Requests! (If you want👉🏻👈🏻)

I’m in a bunch of fandoms so it’s hard to keep track of them but I’ll try my best to list them. I have phases where I’m interested in writing for different fandoms, depends on the day really, but...

I’m comfortable writing for:

Daniel Brühl's characters (expect the N*zis)

Mostly any character from The Maze Runner series, including any other Will Poulter characters

Mostly any character from The 100, including other Richard Harmon characters

Eddie, Nancy, Robin, or Steve from Stranger Things, including other Joe Keery characters

Mostly any Marvel character (more inclining to write for Bucky tbh)

Draco and only Draco from HP

The band Ghost, the era 4-5 Ghouls or Cardinal Copia (never the people behind the masks. that’s a big no-no)

Oscar Isaac’s characters (haven’t seen all his movies though)

Adam Driver’s characters

Owen Teague’s characters

Roman Godfrey or Peter Rumancek from Hemlock Grove

Mostly any character from Attack On Titan

Any Evan Peters’ AHS characters (except Kai)

Connor, Gavin, or Kamski from Detroit: Become Human

Tom Holland’s Peter Parker

And probably a bunch more but those are what come to mind. Just whatever you see me write, I probably will write a request for whoever that character is. I am an AFAB and I identify with my assigned gender but I will still write for Gender Neutral or Male readers if it’s requested.

I don’t really have any rules for requests, just make sure you tell me what your preferred pronouns are for the request, and whatever other defining features you wanna add is fine too.

One thing though: ...I hate kids most of the time and I have major daddy/mommy issues, so I don’t really like writing the dad/mom!characters (like if so and so character became a parent with reader fic). I’ve written them before and it’s super hard to do when I’m not in it 100%. Ya know? So you can request them but I can’t promise I’ll write it. If a really good parent fic is what you want, maybe ask someone else🤷🏻‍♀️

And in terms of smut, I’m fine with most kinks but I might not be that educated on the specific kink. I will not, however, write scat, waterworks, or ddlb/ddlg/dmlb/dmlg.

Anyone can send me any story requests though, I just might not be in that specific fandom.

Dom Aether (Ghost) - 18+

........sigh

Okay so, I told myself that I would never post smut on this account, with story or just pure filthiness. But here I am, horny and slightly high. I hate myself🤡

Keep reading for garbage. (18+ 18+ 18+ ! ! !)

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You were currently on your knees, naked, only a thick black collar around your neck and some leather handcuffs that could be considered a sort of clothing.

Aether stood in front of you, holding a little remote for the bullet vibrator stuffed inside you.

It felt like hours you were stuck there, having to suffer the teasing of the vibrations stimulating your core. Every time you almost hit your peak, Aether would lower the intensity of the device, making you whimper in frustration.

You just wanted to cum, that’s all you wanted, all you could think about. But Aether was making that quite difficult.

Aether once again pushed the button that put the vibrator on its higher setting, making you gasp loudly and squirm around, feeling almost overwhelmed by the sensations.

You moaned, feeling the sparks of an orgasm bubble up inside you, only for Aether to turn the device completely off and wear a smug smirk when you let out a sob.

“Fuckin’ asshole...” You mumbled out louder than you expected, immediately bringing a cuffed hand to cover your mouth in shock.

Aether looked to you with a shocked expression as well, his eyes quickly darkening. “Sorry, what was that?” His gruff voice asked lowly.

You could almost shake in excited fear when you saw his intense, yet playful gaze. “I, uh...” You stuttered.

Aether jerked the leash that was attached to your collar forward, making you jolt towards him. He brought his hand down to grip your jaw firmly. “I asked you a question, doll. Repeat what you just said. Now.”

His demanding voice left you no choice. “I...I called you a fucking asshole.”

Aether let out a satisfied hum and straightened himself out, walking over and sitting on the your shared bed. “Come here.” He said, beckoning you over with his pointer finger.

You started to stand, but Aether quickly stopped you.

“Crawl.”

You almost sighed, but got back down on your knees, placing the palms of your hands on the floor in front of you.

Slowly, you crawled to your Ghoul, making sure to sway your ass seductively as you did so.

“Bend over, on my lap.” Aether ordered once you made it to him.

You bended over onto his lap as he asked, ass up in the air.

You felt Aether place his larger hand onto your right ass cheek, rubbing soothing circles. “You know what happens when you disobey me, don’t you, pet?”

You whimpered out a small, “yes.”

“You leave me no choice, dear. I have to punish you.”

You could feel yourself clench around the vibrator that was still inside you, excitement filling you as you awaited his punishment.

You let out a gasp when Aether’s hand lifted and was brought down full force to your ass. Another smack made you moan and grip the bed sheets. At the force he was spanking you, you were sure to still have red marks in the morning.

This time, Aether gripped your hair, making the smacks on your ass even more pleasurable.

Aether sounded apologetic when he told you he was going to be punishing you, but his hard on that you felt underneath you told you otherwise. You made sure to wiggle around in between spanks, making Aether groan.

You heard Aether let out a chuckle, shivering when he brought a finger in between your folds. “Wow, my dear. You are dripping. You like getting punished that much?”

All you gave was a moan.

Aether suddenly pulled out the vibrator, exiting your orifice with a such a lewd sound. “Wow, it’s soaked.” He chuckled again.

Aether flipped you over, hovering above you, his thick cock already out of his pants.

“Don’t worry, doll. The punishment’s over. I’m gonna give you what you need now.”

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Finally, wrote about my special thicc boi™ 🥵

Mr. Stompy (aka Dewdrop)

...I have a problem 😅

With all the stomps™ that the little gremlin does, I’m honestly kinda shocked he hasn’t at least twisted his ankle. Well, I guess we wouldn’t know anyway *shrug*

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The fire Ghoul is most commonly known for one thing: being an absolute raging firecracker on stage.

Gremlin, Volcano, Stompy. All nicknames given to Dewdrop over the years, and he loved it.

He loved all the attention he got when he did anything remotely entertaining, such as licking his fingers, and especially stomping his foot on the floor.

Typically, no one really gets any major injuries on stage. Only the occasional bruise or scrape, or a Papa falling off the stage sometimes. But no serious harm ever coming from it.

Until the last show of the tour.

Being the last show for awhile, Dewdrop wanted to go all out. He wanted to be so energetic that he’d have to be carried to the tour bus. He wanted to make the fans happy, as if he didn’t make them happy anyway.

He did an exceptional amount of his usual antics. Licking his picks, hands, fingers, even his guitar. Bullied Aether a lot. Teased Copia. Epic duels. And of course, his stomps.

It was the last song, Monstrance Clock. As per usual.

Dewdrop stomped his little heart out, up until the last part of the song.

He kept stomping as he played the awesome riffs. Then he heard a sickening crack. Then started to feel searing pain in his foot that traveled all the way up his leg.

He faltered for a moment, trying to resister what had just happened. He realized that he stomped a bit too hard, bringing his foot down the wrong way.

He tried shaking it off and continued playing. Dewdrop was shocked that nobody noticed the pause of his lead guitar, even if it was just for a fraction of a second.

A part of him wanted to keep up his attitude, but he knew he’d regret it and probably make the pain worse.

But he got through the song, did his bows with the rest of the band.

As soon as they were out of sight from the crowd, Dewdrop dropped to the floor with a whimper, catching everyone’s attention.

He lifted up his pant leg, revealing a swollen red ankle. “That can’t be good...”

Copia let out an audible squeal, being one of the more squeamish of the band. “That doesn’t look right!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, no shit.” Dewdrop sassed, rolling his eyes subtlety.

“We need to get you to a fuckin’ doctor!” Swiss voiced.

“I’ll carry him!” Aether said, starting to walk over to the injured Ghoul.

Dewdrop immediately hissed. “Don’t you fucking touch me, nerd!”

Aether ignored Dewdrop’s curses and threats, picking up the smaller Ghoul with ease. “Put me down, piece of angel shit!” Dew squirmed.

“Now, now, is that any way to talk to a friend who’s trying to help you?” Aether smiled.

Aether could almost see the smoke coming out of Dew’s ears. “Fuck you...” He mumbled, pouting and crossing his arms.

Dewdrop eventually quit trying to get out of Aether’s arms, making his own fun by smacking his tail on Aether’s face.

“Yep, that’s a broken ankle if I’ve ever seen one.” The doctor said.

The doctor surprisingly made it out alive with only a few cuts after having to reset the Ghoul’s broken ankle. Plus, having to put on a cast.

The next couple months consisted of all the Ghouls taking turns babysitting the fire Ghoul, to make sure he didn’t tear off his cast.

Then a few more months after his ankle was finally healed, it was about the time that another tour theme was in the works.

“I’m excited for this tour, dude.” Dewdrop grinned.

“No more fucking stomping on stage!” Aether fussed.

“No promises.”

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Something I’ve noticed that I thought I’d share is Dewdrop’s stage presence. Like, you can tell how much he loves his job and frankly, it’s fucking adorable. The way he moves and sways to the music. The way you can tell that he mouths along to the song (or at least, it looks like he does or wants to). Especially during Cirice.  It’s like he can feel it in his soul.

It’s great.

Just Like You - Kenny McCormick(South Park)

I wrote this a really long time ago when I was obsessed with South Park. I don’t know why lmao, but here it is. 

Warning: Also wrote this when I was an edgy teen™, so cringe and possible trigger warning.

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Welp, today’s the day...

New town. New house. New school.

My parents had gotten a better job offer here in this little town of South Park, much to my dismay. I love traveling, but moving from a large city in New York to a small mountain town in Colorado is a lot.

It should be interesting though, more opportunities that I’ve never gotten before. Although, I still have to go to school. The local South Park high school.

I put on my outfit for school and wear my black coat over it. It seems to always snow here, only on rare occasions it gets warm. I run downstairs and grab a piece of toast my mother made from the kitchen. I find a note on the counter.

Have a good first day of school, hon. Try to make some friends, and yes, that means being nice to people. Your father and I will not be back until tomorrow morning, so keep those memories of your first day in you head until we can hear about it. Love you!

My mother is a freak, I love her, but she’s a freak. I’m surprised my father has a job with all the day drinking he does. It helps him get work done, I guess.

I walk to school still eating my buttered toast. Approaching the school, I take in its features. It’s an ugly yellow color. Although, I think all bright colors are ugly. I walk in the school and all eyes are on me. I pretend not to notice. I get my class schedule and such from the receptionist and make my way towards my locker.

“You must be new. I think I would’ve recognized an ass that fine before.” A brunette says to me. I roll my eyes and huff.

“As a matter of fact, I am new. I was hoping for something better than a lame catcall on my first day, but at least you tried.” I said and patted him on the shoulder. He glared, tears filling in his eyes, and stomped off.

I bet he’s never been rejected in his entire life, poor soul.

I walk into my first class and immediately get called on. “Well, hello there! You must be the new student. Y/N right? Well, I’m Mr. Garrison and this here is my little friend Mr. Hat. Say hello Mr. Hat!”

Okay...already creeped the fuck out. Something about his southern accent and oh yeah, his fucking creepy ass puppet just rubs me the wrong way.

“Now, please, go take a seat. Wait...are you a troublemaker?” He asks.

“Oh no. Not at all, sir.” I lie. It’s easy to lie. I have a natural talent for it.

“Oh alright, I guess you can sit next to Kenny. That boy in the orange coat. You can keep him in check.”

Will do, you creepy old fuck.

I take my seat next to the blonde haired boy. He’s kinda cute actually. After class a group of boys came up to me, including that Kenny kid.

“Hi, new kid! Just thought we’d introduce ourselves. I’m Kyle. This here’s Stan, Cartman, and Kenny.” The redhead said.

“Holy shit, look at those tits!”

“Cartman!” Kyle scolded.

“Well, first off. It’s Y/N, not new kid. And nice to meet you too...I guess.” I said and walked off. 

Yeah, I don’t have great people skills. My harshness has pushed people away. I’m trying to work on it. But determined from what the fatass said I probably don’t wanna be friends with those dudes.

Off to lunch, finally. Hopefully the lunch here is better than the ones at my old school. I took my tray and looked around the lunchroom. Everyone in groups or pairs. I see one empty table. I head towards it and sit down.

The food isn’t that bad, but I’ll definitely be bringing my own from now on. While I was eating I noticed people staring at me. One, that Kenny kid, and two, that guy that used that lame catcall. I got uncomfortable real quick.

The rest of school was a bust. It was boring. Now, I want something fun to do. I heard that there’s a pond near here, that sounds like fun. I asked directions to where the pond was, which I found out was called Stark’s Pond, and headed there.

I approached and noticed no one was there. Perfect.

I looked around in my bookbag for some rope, and luckily I carry some around with me at all times. I look a heavy looking rock and tie it to the rope. I’m not that heavy so it should work.

I tie the other end of the rope around my ankle. I throw the boulder into the pond and it yanks me down, breaking my ankle. It drags me down until the rock rests at the bottom of the pond.

It’s dark and cold. I’m floating, suspended in time. I look up and see the sunlight breaking through the surface of the water, but it’s not enough to reach me. My hair flies around, loose and tangling each other. I reach up and run my fingers through my soft hair.

It starts...I try to gasp for breath but it isn’t there. My lungs start to burn with fire as no oxygen reaches them and they only fill with water as I struggle for air.

I always find this part of drowning so fascinating. Your survival instincts kick in and you try so desperately to fight to survive but come up short when your lungs fill completely with water and your body becomes stiff and frozen.

I black out.

*The Next Morning*

I gasp and bolt upright from my bed.

I sigh in relief to see that I’m back again, in my new home. Every time I die, there’s always a part of me that’s afraid I’ll never come back, and yet I always do.

The first time it happened, I was 10. I was at a birthday party. It was my friend’s party cake that killed me. Someone, while making the cake, accidentally put poison in it. I don’t know how in the hell someone “accidentally” puts poison in a cake, but it happened.

I started to feel hungry, it wasn’t time eat yet but the cake was on the kitchen table and I couldn’t help myself. I took a small piece of cake, it was delicious but it caused me to foam out the mouth and have a seizure. I died almost instantly. Good thing I died otherwise the rest of those kids would’ve had a bad day.

Then I woke up in my bed the next morning.

The hardest part was that no one remembered that I died, but I did. I remember the whole painful experience, and my parents didn’t even believe me. They took me to counseling after that, not that it helped.

One day, a few weeks after the first time I died, I tried crossing the road without my parents. I looked both ways and no cars were coming as far as I could tell. As soon as I almost crossed the, a car came out of no where and completely wrecked me. Again, I woke up in my bed like nothing happened.

The day after I built up the courage enough to test out the theory that I was unkillable. My dad had a 9 mil in his safe. I shot myself, and just like that, I woke up in my bed the next day.

At first, I was insanely afraid of myself and it wasn’t until last year that I realized it could be fun.

I’ve tested out so many ways of dying. Yesterday at the pond was my first time drowning, but I wanted to get over it cause I knew I’d drown soon even if I avoided it. Next on my list is falling to my death, but besides drowning heights is my biggest fear. Heights might be a good excuse to procrastinate getting that done.

I get up out of bed and take a quick shower. I wonder if I’ll ever stop being immortal? It’s probably a good thing I am since I’ve become so accident prone.

After my shower, I quickly got dressed and jogged down the stairs, almost falling in the process. I walked into the kitchen where I saw my parents.

“Y/N! Hello, sweetie!” My mom said and gave me a hug.

“Hey.” I said.

My mom was making waffles and my dad was just sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Dick never pays any attention to me.

“So, how was your first day of school? Did you make any friends?”

“Uh, not really. Some guys introduced themselves to me, but you know how I am with people. And school was fine, learned a lot, teachers are a freaky though.” I paused. “Oh, and I drowned myself at Stark’s Pond.” I said nonchalantly.

My mom sighed. “That’s nice dear.”

Ever since I’ve been experimenting with dying over and over, I’ve been telling my parents about it. They never believe me of course. Even when one time I purposely hurt myself and bled to death in front of them, but they never remember. My dad didn’t really give a shit though. Anyway...

“I’m going to school now. Later!” I said, walking out the door.

Hmm, maybe I should take the bus. I wait at the bus stop, cause I don’t feel like walking to school.

“Y/N!” I flinch when I heard my name being called out. I turn to see Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman walking up to me. “I didn’t know you took the bus.” Kyle went on to say.

“Didn’t really feel like walking to school today.” I said, looking down and kicking the ground beneath me absentmindedly.

The bus finally arrived and we all walked on, I sat in the very back by myself. Until Kenny decided to sit next to me.

“Mmph!” He said, well I don’t exactly know he said. His bright orange parka covering his face made his voice muffled. I’m just gonna assume he said hi.

“Hi.” I replied.

“Mmph mmph mmph mph mmmph mmph!”

“Uh...huh?”

He rolled his eyes and took off his hood, revealing a mop of messy dirty blonde hair. “I said, how are you liking school so far?” He said.

“Oh, um. It’s okay, I guess.” I smiled.

“You guess? Okay, so I take it you don’t really like it.”

“Well, it always sucks when you’re the new kid and you have no friends.” I sighed.

“No friends, huh? Well, I’ll be you friend. I’m sure Kyle and Stan will too!” He said, making me blush. Darn. “Aw, you’re blushing!”

“Shut up. I always blush.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Kenny smirked.

When we finally got to school Kenny walked me to class, which was nice. He’s actually really nice and funny, also really adorable.

*A Week Later*

School so far has been good. I’ve grown really close to Kenny, since he’s basically my only friend. 

Kenny invited me to sit with him at his table, I agreed. Stan and Kyle seemed to enjoy my company though, Cartman didn’t. Didn’t like me for some reason, although he could be just an asshole all the time.

As the talk started to slow down and lunch was almost over, I looked around the lunchroom to avoid small talk. I saw the guy with brown hair staring at me again, but looked away when I saw him. “Hey, Kenny?”

“Yeah?”

“Who is that guy over there?” I ask, discreetly pointing at him.

“Oh, that guy in the red coat is Clyde. Why?” Kenny asked.

“Oh, no reason. He was just staring at me my first day here and also today. He also kinda catcalled me that day too.”

Kenny noticeably frowned. “He has?”

“Yeah, but it’s probably nothing.” I stuttered a little. Kenny giggled. 

“You’re cute when you stutter.” He smiled, which made me blush. “Aw, you’re blushing again.” He poked my blushing cheeks.

“Ugh, stop.” I whined, and shoved his hand away.

The rest of school was okay. Kenny stayed by my side the whole day, I didn’t mind, but he seemed like he was in a clingy mood which was weird. “I’ll walk you home.” Kenny said.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that.” I said.

“Nah, I insist.” He said.

Well, who could say no to Kenny. We were almost to my house, we had to cross the street first. We both walked side by side, Kenny had his arm around my shoulders to which I giggled. I suddenly hear a loud horn, I tried to push Kenny out of harm’s way but it was too late.

We’d both been run over by a semi-truck. 

I gasp and bolt upright from my bed in a cold sweat.

Oh, god. Kenny. We both got hit. I tried to get Kenny out of the way, but I was too late. I let him get run over. He’s probably dead because of me.

I start to sob. He’s dead and it’s my fault. My fucking fault. God no. Why couldn’t it have just been me? I wouldn’t even care if I wasn’t able to come back, I just want Kenny to still be alive.

My alarm went off. I smashed it. I’m not going to school today. I can’t. Everyone probably knows Kenny’s dead and they’re mourning him school. I can’t be knowing it’s my fault.

My doorbell rings.

Ugh...I don’t feel answering the door. The person is now beating on the door, damn they’re persistent.

I get up to yell at the person who’s beating down my door. I mumble profanities as I answer it. My heart stops. Not literally but it feels like it. 

“K-Kenny?” I start sobbing as I take the blonde haired boy in my arms, holding tightly. “I thought you died!” I sob. I pull away. His face looks like he’s in shock, also confused.

“You...you remember?” He asks.

“Of course I do! I tried pushing you out of the way of that truck, I guess I succeeded.” I sigh in relief.

“But...how? I thought you died too.” He said, flabbergasted.

“What do you mean too? Wait, you remembered I died?” I ask, also so confused.

“Y/N, I died. You didn’t push me out of the way in time, but I didn’t save you either. We both died,” he paused, “and we both remember.”

Suddenly, Kenny grabs both my upper arms and pulls me close to him and gives me a passionate kiss. 

I pull away, shocked. “Woah....what was that for?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just...nobody has ever remembered me dying. No one, but you can.” Kenny explained.

“And you remember me dying?” I ask.

Kenny nods. “You’re the first person that remembers me dying too.” He says.

I don’t know what to say or do. This has never happened to me before. I think Kenny feels the same, since we’re both just stood awkwardly at my front door. I finally break the silence.

“Kenny, I thought you died, and I’ve never been more scared in my entire life.” I said, with still a few salty tears flowing down my red cheeks.

“I was too.” Kenny said. “Well, looks like we have more in common than I originally thought.” He giggled.

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Spoilers for The 100

Kay, so, I’m writing this almost immediately after the series finale so my thoughts will probably be very disorganized. No, they will be.

First of all, the way I screamed when I saw Lexa.

It was sorta bittersweet though, it wasn’t really Lexa, so that hurt a lot. But it was still really nice to see her again. Even got a Clexa hug (clarke should’ve kissed her🙃) 

Secondly, I cried so much lmao.

The way Clarke killed Cadogan was kinda anticlimactic, but at least we got to see him bleed. It was cool seeing Callie too.

The whole transcending thing was kinda “eh” for me, but I did sob when O said Bellamy was right. I’m glad he was.

Abby. Ngl, I almost thought Raven was gonna see Finn, but whatever. I stopped really liking Abby back in season 5, so it wasn’t really a big gut puncher.

Omg, Octavia’s speech. She is the best character period.

Emori and Murphy. Goddamn, I was SWEATING. Out of ALL of the characters, I wanted him and Octavia to make it out alive. So when Murphy put Emori’s mind drive in his head, I cried...again. Cause I knew that meant he’d die eventually. And I could handle Emori dying, but not my precious cockroach. So I was relieved when they all turned to fairy dust. 

God, the fucking parallels to the beginning of season 5 when Clarke was on Earth alone after Praimfaya. Had me crying as well. I couldn’t even bear the thought of her staying alone until she died, at least she had Picasso.

“LEXA” AGAIN.

As soon as Clarke started saying that “she didn’t want to be alone,” I fuckin knew someone was gonna show up. I’ll admit, I was clowning and really hoping Bellamy was gonna show up and be like, “You’re not alone, princess.” But oh well.

The ending where everyone chose to be with Clarke instead was really sweet. And oml, Clurphy hug. Finally!

I was crying already, but what would’ve made me choke on tears is if Bellamy somehow made it. Like, he believed in the transcending bullshit. It was NOT fair of him to be left out when he was there from the very beginning. He deserved to transcend more than anyone. Bell deserved happiness so bad.

All in all, I’m pretty disappointed with how this season has gone. Shitty writing, shitty character development. The real Bellamy would not betray his friends, not even for his “religion.” The real Clarke would not shoot her best friend without doing everything she possibly could to avoid it. Echope also should’ve been a thing, but oh well.

JRoth is the pettiest man on the planet. I wholeheartedly believe he did the leads so dirty is because of personal conflicts with the actors. Eliza and Bob are terrible people and who knows how horrible they were on set. If it wasn’t for the fact that this happened before with Ricky, I could’ve believed it was justified. But if seems to me that JRoth writes off or ruins their character because he doesn’t get along with the actors. That’s extremely unprofessional. The “soulmates” probably were too, but I’ve always been told two wrongs don’t make a right.

Killing off characters just to spite someone is not fair, especially to the fans.

Spending years to develop these fictional people just to kill them off for no reason. Absolutely crazy. That leads me to other thing.

Bellarke.

I just, it’s so weird to me. Probably the most buildup between two characters I’ve ever seen, just to end the way it does.

“Together.” “If I’m on that list, you’re on that list.” “You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you do this alone.” “You want forgiveness, I’ll give that to you. You’re forgiven.” “Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll stop fighting. Just please don’t kill him.”

Countless other quotes and shit.

LIKE?!?!?! 

All the hugs! The longing gazes! Even Lexa herself said that Clarke cared about Bellamy more than anyone else!!! ?? I am confusion.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I’d be all heart eyes if someone I cared about said those things to me/about me. I’m a Bellarke shipper, so it’s biased. But I really cannot see how any of those phrases or actions can be seen as “Platonic.”

...none of my friend(s) say or do those things lol.

I’m rambling so this probably doesn’t even make sense anymore.

Clexa. Bellarke. I love all the ships, especially those two.

It’s been a long journey. Full of pain mostly. But it’s done. It’s over. I adored this show, even all its mistakes. It has been my favorite show for years. I’m happy for all the characters that they get to live in peace now, maybe even the dead ones have found peace wherever they are.

I would say may we meet again, but I really don’t. ✌🏼

Tsundere(?) Dewdrop

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I’ll gladly admit, joining the Clergy was one of, if not the best decision I’ve ever made.

I was a college dropout, my family and I were basically estranged due to my heightened curiosity towards Satanism. 

I was an outcast. No home. No friends. No hope for the future.

Then I happened to stumble across the church, and they welcomed me with open arms. Everyone. And I had never felt such a place of belonging. It was so intense that I cried.

I had finally found a home.

Then a week went by. Then two. Then a month. And now, being part of the ministry for almost two years now, I have never felt more happy in my entire life. These people treated me better than my own family ever did, and I was so thankful.

Since I was the newest member, and slightly younger than the rest of the Sisters of Sin, I was basically treated like a baby. The Clergy, especially Sister Imperator, was always checking in on me. Always making sure I had everything I needed, that I was healthy and happy.

Honestly, it got a bit annoying. I loved it at first, always feeling so important. But then it became a slight annoyance. Like one of those waiters who asks how your food is too often.

But thankfully, after my one year anniversary at the ministry, everyone finally dialed down. Well, almost everyone.

The members of the band project seemed to have a small fascination with me. Specifically, some of the Ghouls. Swiss and Aether.

I always supposed it was because I was new, and they liked new people.

That fascination quickly turned into over-protectiveness once I got to know them and told them my story. And I’ll spare the gory details about my previous home life. Too depressing.

Soon it became a habit of the Ghouls to hang out with me sometimes when they weren’t busy being on tour and all that.

It was endearing when the two Ghouls started referring me as “sorellina,” which meant little sister in Italian. And when I asked them how they knew the language, they replied with, “when you’re stuck hanging out with the Cardinal for months on end, you pick up a few things.”

I really tried not to play favorites, but between Swiss and Aether, Swiss and I undoubtedly had a stronger connection. We had many things in common surprisingly, despite him being a demon and me being a human.

Rain was pretty friendly with me occasionally. We’d probably be closer if he wasn’t so shy, but I didn’t want to force him to be friends if that’s not what he wanted. And Mountain...he kinda keeps to himself. He’s not rude to me, but he’s not exactly social. Neither were the Ghoulettes.

Dewdrop on the other hand was a whole ‘nother story. He wasn’t exactly hostile, but he definitely not friendly.

Anytime we’d cross paths, he would almost always glare and I’d sometimes hear a quiet growl from underneath his mask. If I was reading a book in the ministry’s library that he also wanted to read, he wouldn’t hesitate to snatch it right out of my hands. Sometimes leaving light scratches from his claws. If I were to retaliate in any way, I’d get a spew of harsh words thrown at me.

What confused me is he didn’t act this way when I first joined. He was nice and interested in my story. We were actually friends. So, I just didn’t understand what I did to him. I always try to be nice to everyone, so what could I have possibly done to make Dew so mean to me?

Swiss and Aether were no help at all. Sometimes they’d just say that’s how Dewdrop is, but I couldn’t help but take it personally.

After another less than pleasant encounter with Dewdrop that might’ve involved him spilling water all over me on purpose, I was determined to know what his problem was.

I was going to get answers, today.

I nervously adjusted my Grucifix that was around my neck and tried hyping myself up while walking down the halls of the ministry in search of the smallest Ghoul.

After searching around, I finally found him.

He was in one of the halls talking with Rain, making me more comfortable with confronting him with a Ghoul who actually liked me beside him.

My determined footsteps toward the two Ghouls echoed, making them turn their horned heads at me.

Rain’s eyes widened and looked down and he started fiddling with his thumbs, a pretty cute sight. But Dew, his eyes narrowed and his tail started thrashing back and forth.

“I need to talk with you, Dewdrop.” I tried to sound as stern as I could.

“I don’t want to talk with you.” He slightly growled.

“Why? Why are you so mean to me? We used to be friends! What the hell did I ever do to you, huh?” I raised my voice.

“I suggest you watch your mouth, Y/N. Leave, now.” He threatened.

“No! I’m not going anywhere until I get answers!”

“I said, leave!”

Suddenly, I was on the floor, bleeding through my clothes. Dewdrop had clawed me on my upper arm, through my sleeve and deep in my skin.

I looked up to see Rain panicked and Dewdrop backed up. He looked angry, but not at me.

The fire Ghoul quickly retreated, leaving Rain with me.

The shy Ghoul carefully helped me up and walked me to the infirmary, constantly asking if I was okay on the way there.

But unbeknownst to you, Dewdrop retreated to the library and immediately cursed himself for letting his temper get the best of him.

Ever since you joined the ministry, Dewdrop the prettiest human he ever laid eyes on. He loved being your friend. He loved getting to know you. Then he started developing feelings, and he wanted to be with you. But instead he couldn’t help but act like bratty child.

Apparently, word traveled fast in the ministry, for Swiss and Aether barged in and immediately started fussing at Dew for hurting their friend.

“You idiot! When you like someone, you don’t slice open their arm like a piece of ham!” Aether yelled.

“I was angry, okay!” The fire Ghoul yelled back. “She just kept asking questions...”

“Because she thinks you hate her!” Swiss voiced.

“But I don’t!”

The three Ghouls were then kicked out by the librarian because they were being too loud.

Swiss sighed. “You gotta make this right.”

Dewdrop nodded. “I know. Shut up.”

Admitting that he’s wrong was something that didn’t come easily to Dewdrop, but he knew that if he was going to have any chance of being with you, he had to bite the bullet and just apologize.

He also didn’t want Aether and Swiss to strangle him in his sleep...

He got some strange looks from some Clergy members for the way he was muttering to himself more and more the closer he got to you room, reminding himself that he likes you and doesn’t want to hurt you again. He just needs to control his temper.

Dew’s heart involuntarily started beating quicker once he was outside your door. He raised his fist to knock, but he hesitated.

He sighed. Come on, get it together, he told himself.

He finally knocked and anxiously waited for you.

When you opened the door and saw Dewdrop, you quickly tried to close the door. But the Ghoul put his foot in the door, not allowing you to close it.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” He quickly called out.

You sighed and slowly opened the door all the way.

Dewdrop clearly saw the white bandage that was covering half your upper arm, a deep red slowly coming through, feeling even guilty than he did already. He saw the fear in your eyes that was directed at him, giving him the motivation to get his apology out in the open sooner.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for hurting you.”

You scoffed slightly. “Right...”

“I mean it. I just...when you ambushed me, it just made me angry. I didn’t mean to lash out.” Dewdrop looked down in shame.

“I just don’t understand. Why do you hate me?” Your voice trembled.

Dew looked up suddenly. “I don’t!” He raised his voice, immediately muttering out an apology when he saw you flinch. “I don’t hate you.”

He blushed furiously, but he was thankful his mask covered it. “I...” He huffed. Come on, just say it. “I like you. Okay? I just didn’t know how to act around you. At first, I hated that I liked you, so I was mad. But now, I realize I don’t want to be mad. I just want you.”

Your jaw dropped. Out of everything he could’ve said, you were not expecting that.

“Well, say something.” He tried not to raise his voice.

“Firstly, thank you for apologizing. I can tell that it’s not easy for you, which makes it even more more meaningful to me.” You smiled shyly.

When he saw you smile, Dew’s tail started twitching from behind him, interested in what you were going to say and really hoping that you didn’t hate him for acting so immature.

“Secondly, I’m really flattered. I never expected you to feel this way.”

Dewdrop frowned. “You don’t like me that way, do you?”

“I didn’t say that.” Dew’s ears perked up and tried not to smile. “I’ll admit, I’ve always been attracted to you. Even when we were friends. But I was kinda preoccupied trying to figure out why you didn’t like me.” You chuckled.

“Well, I promise from now on, I’ll never treat you that way again.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You smiled.

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Sorry for the sudden POV change. Oops.