#BEGGED SND CRIED FOR THIS

[yeonbam]

SUICIDE CANCELLED I HAVE TO LIVE FOR JACK JOKE MARRIAGE ON FEB 22 SAVE THE DATE GUYS

[zeravmeta]

really does hit the moment that both the bloodthirsty king of vampires and the warmonger nachzehrer king are utterly baffled by the sorrow they feel the moment theresa dies

because that's really the only reason why the sarkaz, why theresis, are declaring this endless war on the world starting with victoria: it's pride, it's suffering, it's anger, it's revenge.

it was cruel of theresa to ask them to forgive and forget, yes. the suffering of the sarkaz is not something that could have been fixed within a single lifetime, the wounds ran too deep. no matter how much they wish they could have believed in theresa, the suffering of the sarkaz would not just vanish no matter how much she did. the core issue between the sarkaz and the rest of terra lies in their ancient grudge, the thousands of years of entrenched bitterness and loss that the sarkaz suffered and still suffer to this day. they have no home, not even kazdel, because the only thing kazdel really is at this point is the reminder that they once did have a home, have dignity as the teekaz rather than just "the sarkaz, the devils".

but even then, theresa was simply born ahead of her time. they were not ready for her future, and they all know this. babel was a dream that theresa tried her damnedest to accomplish, but they were too bitter to accept it. no matter how much they wanted to believe in it, the royal sarkaz court, scareye, the countless sarkaz we see through Babel, none of them could ever see true unity.

it's a unity that neither theresis nor pre-amnesia doctor could conceive.

theresis and doctor have their own roles to play, and their own promises to keep: the sword of kazdel that will revitalize their past glory and strike down all who oppose them, the last survivor of an alien race dedicated to completing the ancient project of a world long past to ensure its future, they are unable to accept another way.

"I can't accept your beautiful and fleeting dream, theresa. not after all the sacrifce."

they were not strong enough to believe in her. no matter how much they loved her, how much they wish they could have seen her dream come true, they simply couldn't.

it was always going to end on that bloodstained floor. they were always going to sleep, and dream that things could have been different. that one could have let go of their past, be it the long held suffering and revenge or the guilt of duty as the last survivor.

we will always be equal. i will always hold your beautiful dream in my heart.

you have to keep going, even if I am not here anymore. you're free now.

[kkkindered]

Onyx/Antares for @astra-stellaris

MOODBOARD MEME.

Read the tags. I worked hard on them lol

[grapejuicestyless]

Pay The Price

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: Karma is real, and those who do bad have to pay the price for it. But, sometimes, those who don’t do anything at all pay for the crimes the bad people commit.

He said she would pay. From the moment she watched Kiara shove the blonde boy with the short buzz cut off of the bow of the ship, and he surfaced screaming indecent words through the water that poured into his mouth, she knew just how much truth he held in those words.

Kiara was safe, but it always worked out that way for her. Rafe had said it best. Though by choice, she was a Pogue, by nature, she would always be a Kook. Until all the money she once had was used dry, she would never stoop down to the levels of desperation that her friends had. And because of that, Rafe held a soft spot for the curly headed girl.

She never believed he had the heart to go through with it though. Rafe wasn’t a good person. His hands were doused in mass amounts of blood that he proclaimed were necessary for the success of his survival and the growth of his future. Yet, all the death seemed unnecessary when the same prosperities were achieved through the act of simple, honest affection snd care towards those who can only help you. Still, though they shared different perspectives, Y/n sympathized with the broken boy.

He would always be the shell of a man. A young Kook who was desperately grasping onto broken baggies filled with snow and loud party music to drown out the absence of his father. He cried for help, and yet his desperate pleas were met with nothing but silence.

And so, the only response he ever got from his father would forever ring through his head. And the primal urge to fulfill what his father believed he needed to be rained supreme over whatever shreds of goodness remained within him.

Y/n went with John B that day, and JJ had pleaded for her to stay, an unease that refused to settle deep within his stomach. He gripped onto the sleeves of her shirt that once belonged to him and begged for her to stay because if Singh couldn’t manage to stick a knife through his heart, the idea of getting lost again would kill him.

“Hey, you know me.” She promised him softly in the evening light, the soft humming of the boat vibrating the pristinely white floors. “I’ll come back.”

He believed her. He hung onto every promise she ever made because it was true. If JJ knew nothing, he knew her. He knew there was no way she would turn away from him, because he knew just how hard she had always tried to make him feel seen. So he let go of her hands for the last time that day, trusting her completely that this was the right thing to do, and she towed behind John B the entire trudge to the old church where he swore he heard his father calling for him.

But JJ shouldn’t have trusted her, not because she hadn’t proven herself to him, but because she was selflessly following one of her best friends into an unknown territory lined with threats where if it truly came down to it, he would choose to save his father every damn time.

The pleasantries were nice, for a moment. The tight hug and the teary eyes as a father and son reunited. But soon, extra footsteps rang through the old church, but not those that were welcome. They were loud, unholy, threatening. Those of a sinner. Though, looking back now, if she knew what she would have known now, Y/n would’ve known that there was never a single saint standing beside her that day.

They ran, through the thick tree lined roads and down the uneven, rocky paths where no cars could reach. Though, that seemed to be untrue because right behind there trailed two black SUV’s that looked striking similar to those that had imprisoned Kiara and Y/n just mere hours ago.

“John B, run!” She cried out behind him, her hand splayed out on his back to shove him forward towards the small clearing between the wet brush. It was getting dark quickly, colder, even in such a warm climate the chill was getting to them. Their noses were turning red and the skin was forming small bumps across the span of their entire bodies.

They made a turn to loose them, one quick turn that should have granted them freedom. Y/n followed John B blindly, secure in her trust that he would never lead her into danger, but John B was just as blind as she was. The blind leading the blind into a darkness neither of them could navigate.

They were so close when suddenly, her foot caught onto a rock. A wet slab of earth sending her falling down the slick hill and separating her from John B. He called out for her, a soft groan echoing from the bottom of the hill. She was bleeding from her temple, a scratch against the skin that leaked in thin streams of crimson down the curve of her cheek and dripped off the edge of her jawline. She could barely make out anything around her, she was just getting a grasp of her surroundings.

She thought he’d come to get her when she saw the tall frame standing in front of her. The much larger, warm hand grasped her cold hand, pulling her up on her wobbly knees. Y/n wanted to breathe out her thanks to her savior, to hold onto him and pull him close. But it was so dark, he was only a shadow, only the ghost of the person she thought she’d seen.

“Checkmate, bitch.” The voice teased softly, the voice that Y/n associated with the Kook from figure eight that she often found herself sympathizing with in her daydreams.

“W-what?” She stuttered out, trying to step back only for his arm to wrap tightly around the small of her back. It was a threat wrapped around a wet dream, the idea of being held so intimately, so protected by the enemy, but to feel every tender touch like a threat made her blood run cold.

When John B finally made his way down the hill, he didn’t see the same man that Y/n had looked at with terror. He saw the aftermath of her punishment.

Sitting underneath a low hanging tree, the heavy branches dripping onto the ground around her, Y/n sat folded nearly in half, just half of the girl she was a few minutes ago. Slumped over, her knuckles gripping onto the leaves, her hair hung over her face, hiding the maroon that stained her skin and the hole that left her breathless.

“Hey, hey, you okay?” John B kneeled on front of the girl, someone he often saw as the sister he never got. Often, they curled up in bed together when they were still young, sharing pajamas and exchanging stories from their day, as if they hadn’t been attached at the hip for the entirety of it.

He didn’t see it at first, how her hand covered her stomach in pain, the shakiness of her limps and the uneven pressure she applied with her weakening fingers. She tilted her head back slowly, finding a nice resting place against the dying bark.

Her eyes were glossy, clouded over in a dark pain John B had only seen once before. A pain that ended in a murder trial and the haunting image of the old sheriff bleeding out on the tarmac. She let out a choked breath, her mouth opening and squeezing shut to catch her breath, desperate to keep whatever little oxygen she could retain.

“Hey…hey, Y/n/n, what’s going on?” He questioned, oblivious to the main issue right below his nose. But it was so dark, so incredibly dark, it was a miracle in itself he could find her at all through the winding brush.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” She spoke in one breath, but the instability of the volume of her voice gave away the weakness in her bones, as the choked out gasps of pain alerted John B to where her bloody hand laid covering the wound that leaked through the thin fabric adorning her fragile body.

“Shit…hey, no, come on, we gotta go. We gotta get you help.” John B tried to lift her immediately after spotting the dark spot spreading on her abdomen, but her shrieks of pain made him stop, and she begged him to put her down.

“John B, we got to go, boy.” Big John rasped, but it fell on deaf ears, the ringing echoing through John B’s mind so loud, it drowned out even the threatening sounds of the SUV’s tires scraping against the mud.

“Rafe got me good, huh?” She hiccuped with a weak smile, eyes looking up at the sky, her final destination. She couldn’t bear to witness the grief in her friend’s eyes.

“I guess he was right.” She coughed, and with her bubbling breath, a thin line of her blood trickled down the center of her chin, a splatter of blood dripping down her shirt. “I really did pay for it.”

She laughed it off, her dying. She laughed because she thought that if she took it a little less seriously, then maybe John B would be less inclined to grieve for so long.

“No, you won’t. We’ll carry you to a boat, and we’ll get you help back in Kildare, okay?” John B planned it out like it was promised, but the knife was twisted deeply beneath her skin, the crunching sounds still playing on a loop in the back of her mind.

Y/n shook her head weakly, and the wetness that rimmed her eyes spilt down all at once. She smiled through the whole process, the feeling of her chest expanding, and then quickly imploding. The squeezing of her lungs beneath her ribs, the cracking of her heart as it began to slow. Her eyes felt heavy, and so did her body. She let her hand fall limp to her side, no longer trying to stop the bleeding that couldn’t be prevented.

“John B, you got to listen to me.” Y/n snapped John B out of his useless plans and breathless rambling. When they locked eyes, they both knew it would be for the last time, and reality hit them both hard, and John B gave up on any schemes he could have conjured up in her final moments.

“T-tell them I ran off.” She pleaded softly. “Tell them you lost me on the way back, that I made my escape and I abandoned you.”

“What? No, why?” He couldn’t understand it. They would resent her for it. No—JJ would hate her forever for it. Why would she take an eternity of hatred to spare the guilt from John B. To protect him from the potential blame the others might try and place on him.

“Please, just promise me. Promise me you’ll tell JJ, okay?” She coughed weakly, and neither of them could tell if what stained her face was blood, tears, or saliva, but John B wiped it off of her pretty face anyway.

“Tell him that I love him, okay?” She hiccuped through her tears, her weak smile turning more into clenched teeth and furrowed brows. This wasn’t peace, because if it were, JJ would have been the one to hold her, and her friends would be the ones looking down at her with smiles knowing that she had been at ease with her leaving, not Big John.

“Tell him yourself.” John B tried to argue.

Y/n shook her head.

“Please, tell him for me, okay?” She whined, the light behind her eyes fading.

“John B, we gotta get out of here, son.” Big John spoke up, the sound of footsteps crunching beneath the leaves only growing closer. It settled in then that there was no way he could lift her over his shoulder. She would be dead in minutes, and in the end it would only kill him too. He had to live to tell her story.

“Okay.” He nodded his head, pressing a kiss to the center of her forehead with wobbling lips.

“P4L.” She smiled, even as her eyes fluttered shut, it never faltered. Not until the last breath squeezed its way out of her lungs and her muscles died along side her.

He wanted to scream, to kick something, to do something, but it was just him and his dad now. A trade he didn’t know he was making when he abandoned the others on the stolen yacht, a sacrifice the others would never know about.

Even as the pair silently sailed back to the familiarity of their home, they sat in silence, which was weird because John B had always envisioned the second they reunited, it would be filled with laughter and memories. Now, as he looked at his father, all he saw was the haunting reminder that his family was no longer with him. That no matter where he put the grave, and no matter how beautiful he made it, he would never be close to her again, and he would never even know where to look to find something like her again.

When John B returned back to the safety of the overgrown greenery and the old, worn in hammock that hung in the backyard of the Chateau, suddenly, he realized it had lost its charming appeal. It didn’t feel like home anymore, it felt empty. And the sad expression on his face remained stuck as he leaned off the edge of the dock to wash the red out from under his nails.

Her body was forever lost, but her blood ran deep between the waves of the ocean back home, and it always would.

When the others slowly filed into the backyard like old times, it was the first question on their tongues. “Where’s Y/n?” And it was a question that John B hesitated on.

He almost told them the truth as they all sat around the fire, it danced on the tip of his tongue. But then, he locked eyes with JJ, and her final words rang through his mind.

“She uh…she ran off. Decided to take her chances on her own.” John B lied though his teeth, and when he locked eyes with the broken gaze of the tow headed blonde across from him, for some odd reason he couldn’t bring himself to tell his best friend that she loved him.

It was selfish, maybe, to reject the dying wish of someone so deeply loved and special to him. But in some twisted, messed up way, to John B, if he ignored it, if he waited to tell JJ what she had said, then it meant that she wasn’t really gone. She would still be alive, just far away like his lie foretold, as long as he didn’t treat it like she had died.

“No, man you’re lying. Come on, where is she?” JJ laughed through the heavy silence, clapping his dry hands together and standing up so quickly, the stool beneath him toppled over into the dirt.

John B just looked down between his thighs and shook his head.

“Y/n wouldn’t do that, okay? I know her, and she wouldn’t do that.” He argued with wild eyes. John B may have grown up with her, but JJ was always the closest to her, an extension of each other. They practically hung off of each other’s arms. The image of her head up upon JJ’s shoulder, resting happily during annual fire pit nights was comforting and not at all rare. He should’ve known he wouldn’t believe she would abandon any of them for a second.

“Well she did, JJ, okay?” He wasn’t sure why he snapped at him, it wasn’t his fault she wasn’t there. His anger couldn’t fill her absence better than silence could, yet the wound was still fresh, and he couldn’t even close his eyes to blink without seeing the fading smile from her paling face. Her death.

JJ didn’t stick around long after that, going to god knows where to do god knows what. Someone should have grabbed onto him. Y/n would have. She would have talked to him like nobody else existed, because nobody else mattered but them in that moment. She would have stopped him and held him in a way he allowed no other. But she wasn’t here now, as odd as it felt to admit, even in John B’s head, and so nobody even tried when he stormed off into the sweltering night.

“The storms coming quickly, this isn’t looking good.” Pope observed obviously from behind the wheel of the rusted fishing boat Rafe had borrowed from his old drug dealer. It was a sketchy deal, but a desperate one to lead the even more desperate Pogues to the sandy shores of Morocco.

“No shit, we’re not prepared for this.” Kiara added sarcastically. Her knuckles white against the edge of the small table shoved in the corner. There was a card game left unfinished sprawled over the old wood, the uneven sea making both Kiara and Sarah too anxious to try and continue.

“This was a bad idea.” Sarah pointed out the obvious.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Cleo sighed, pulling down every lever that she recognized to help stabilize the boat.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Sarah asked nervously as she observed the frantic girl.

“I know enough!” Cleo shot back all too sharply.

“Y/n would know what to do.” Sarah swallowed, and the air in the small cabin seemed to grow heavier. In that moment, everyone as a collective was glad JJ was out on the open deck getting wasted by the hands of an old bottle of Hennessy stashed away on the boat.

He would’ve sneered and laughed bitterly about how Y/n wasn’t here anymore. How she chose to leave, how she didn’t matter anymore. They all recognized it as a projection. The truth was, JJ still loved that girl deeply, but it was all too well known that the blonde boy always ran from his terrifyingly strong emotions and pushed the blame to those who didn’t deserve it.

The thought reminded John B that the boy was out in the approaching storm, and after some internal debate on whether to leave him out there in the fresh air or to drag him into the warm dry cabin, he decided on the latter. Though, he was sure the boy could have survived the violent weather, he always did have the survival instincts of a cockroach.

“JJ!” John B called out, careful of the wet spots on the deck as rain misted down onto his tan skin. Not far from him stood his best friend, a nearly empty bottle dangled loosely in his hand and his legs crossed carelessly against some stacked barrels. He looked out at the violent waves, seemingly at peace with it.

“C’mon man, it’s getting pretty bad out here.” John B said, clapping a hand over his shoulder. The blonde simply shook it off.

“Nah.” He said plainly. His breath reeked of alcohol. “I’m good.”

“JJ, dude seriously, come on. You’ll die out here.” John B laughed. JJ didn’t seem to find it funny.

“No, I’m serious man, go on in. I’m good out here.” JJ smiled, his hands clinging onto John B’s shirt all while drunkenly taking another swig of the nearly empty drink in between his knuckles.

John B wasn’t having it, pulling him along only for the heels of JJ’s boots to dig into the rotting wood, stopping both of them in a harsh halt.

“Come on man, what’s your problem?”

“What my problem? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” JJ argued back. “Theres no harm in me staying out here, alright? I’m just a dead weight anyways.”

It was moments like this that John B prayed for Y/n the most. It was times like this when JJ was nearly unretrievable from his state of self deprecation that Y/n managed to pull him from every damn time. But Y/n wasn’t here, and John B had only one last card left to play.

“Actually, I have something to tell you.” John B spoke. Granted, in hindsight, now was not the time to show off his good fortune, the success of his relationship and how easily his life seemed to be falling into perfect place. Yet, it was all he could think of to pull JJ out of his slump like trance.

“I’m gonna be a dad.” John B said proudly, and when he was met with no response, his smile faltered for a moment before he continued speaking. “You’re like my brother, JJ, I’ve known you since third grade. Sarah and I want you to be the Godfather. I can’t imagine anyone else doing it.”

JJ shook his head quickly. “You wouldn’t want me around that kid, John B. I promise you that.” He took another large gulp of the alcohol.

“JJ I…I literally just asked you to be the Godfather, what are you talking about?”

“John B, what do you know about raising a kid, huh?” JJ cut his friend off suddenly, snapping at the mere mention of anything changing within the group. It was almost like it hurt him to imagine having to shift the dynamics once again.

“Not a single thing, JJ!” John B argued back quickly, trying to keep his cool.

“Exactly.” JJ raised a finger to John B’s face, the bottle swishing around tauntingly between the pair. “No exactly, alright? You don’t know shit. You’re gonna screw up this kid just like my old man screwed me up.”

“Thats what you’re gonna go on about?” John B tried to talk over JJ, but it was useless.

“Just like your old man screwed you up.”

“Stop.” John B warned, looking towards the sky for strength.

“And whats worse, is you’re gonna put Sarah through that!”

“Hey!” John B shoved JJ backwards slightly, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

With one small step forward, John B’s hands were on JJ’s chest, grabbing at the fabric of his shirt until he was pressed against a nearby crate, leaning back with his eyes focused on his best friends face.

“Chill out, hey, chill out, okay?” John B said firmly, his grasp not letting up.

JJ simply threw his head back and laughed. He laughed like it was all some joke, like it was funny to him. But it wasn’t. None of this was. Not the fact that he was going to be a father so young, not the fact that they were heading into a storm, and certainly not the fact that Y/n was dead.

“Yeah, John B. You’re gonna be a great dad.” JJ smiled sarcastically, his tone bitter and condescending.

“I am gonna be a good dad.” John B nodded solemnly, his eyes fixed on the drunken glaze that covered the blues of his friends.

He wanted to leave then, he nearly decided that it wasn’t worth it anymore. For a second, he let the bad thoughts in, he let himself sit with the idea that maybe JJ should just sit out in the cold and let the waves take him. But what good would it do for any of them. John B didn’t want his other best friend dead, not when he knew it was all only just projections he was receiving from JJ.

JJ was sad deep down, and he knew it. He knew that JJ was jealous, angry, bitter. He had every right to be. That was supposed to be him after all. Him and Y/n, happy as can be, traveling the world together and surfing the tasty waves that crashed onto foreign shores.

He stopped himself before he could get beyond the threshold, pausing as he thought over his words. The very phrase he was never able to confess to JJ, the phrase that held the last remains of life in his heart, and the only living piece of Y/n he selfishly kept to himself.

“She loved you, you know.” John B broken the silence once more. He closed his eyes to not cry, but still he couldn’t face his best friend.

“What’re you one about now, huh?” JJ chuckled, the now empty bottle placed down firmly behind him. Heavy footsteps only grew closer behind John B, and it wouldn’t be long before he knew he would have to face him, see the pain spread across his friend’s face at the truth.

“Y/n.” John B said plainly, turning on his heals to look at JJ with glassy eyes. “She told me to tell you before she…”

“Before she left?” JJ finished John B’s sentence, throwing his head back for the millionth time and looking at his friend with a mix of anger and sadness.

For the first time in years, John B shook his head in denial for the narrative he had accidentally painted for JJ, all while trying to get over his own grief that was slowly consuming him.

“No.” John B breathed out. “Before she died.”

“Bullshit, she left, remember? Just like the spanish, she fuckin’…packed her shit and left you for the wolves, right?” JJ sputtered, his eyes now filled with something more than drunken frustration, but pure disbelief.

“JJ, Y/n is dead.” John B finally confessed, and he swore he felt his chest growing heavier, smaller, the air thicker. “She made me…” He hesitated on his words. “She made me promise to tell you that she ran away. And that she loved you…that she loves you.”

John B corrected himself like she was still alive. Though the prominent ache in his chest was enough proof that Y/n was gone. Even just speaking about it, he felt himself growing teary eyed. He felt the lump in his throat expanding as it rose, threatening to come out in a sob.

He couldn’t look, but if he had the courage to, he would have seen the same expression on JJ’s face. The grief, the loss, the pain. Only, on him, it seemed to run much deeper than John B.

“How?” JJ asked finally, breaking the silence that was growing increasingly heavier as time passed.

“We were trying to get away…the…Singhs men found us and we were running. At some point I…I lost her I guess and when I found her, she was…she was already beyond saving.” John B confessed softly.

JJ’s breath hitched, imagining the scenario in his head. He could see it now, her poor body sat in the mud, her desperate eyes looking for the familiar face of a friend, only to be met with darkness. His heart clenched tightly in his chest.

“Was she scared?” JJ let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“If she was she didn’t show it.” John B said, and JJ let out a weak laugh.

“Typical.” It made John B laugh too.

“Yeah.”

Silence fell over the pair again, the cold air suddenly nice against the heat that was burning in both of their chests.

“She…she was sorry, for leaving. For not getting to say goodbye.” John B told JJ calmly, using his palms to swipe away any tears that threatened to fall.

“Did she…did she say how it happened? Did you see? How she died?”

John B swallowed hard, vaguely aware of the blonde with the same threatening buzzcut that sat chained up just below the deck, but completely aware that the minute the truth came out, the culprit would finally get what he deserved for his crimes. A punishment John B had always been to intimidated to enact.

“She was stabbed. The guy twisted the knife and everything. She lost so much blood by the time I got there and she…she said that…she paid for it. She had it coming. That…” Even now, certain that he wanted to get the truth out, the name got stuck in his throat. “That Rafe got her good.”

JJ said nothing as he pieced together the scene, sobering up almost instantly. Not only was he reeling in the guilt of losing his best friend—no, the love of his life, but also in the fact that he had blamed her for something someone else had inflicted upon her. The very same person who was currently stowed away just underneath his feet.

There was no stopping JJ once he pushed past John B, unintentionally throwing him violently into the door frame as he made a sharp turn towards the stairs. There was a new found rage in his eyes so deadly, John B was certain he’d never see something quite like it ever again.

“JJ, JJ, stop!” John B called out quickly, frantically running after him. But he only drew attention to the situation more, because by the time he and the others managed to squeeze down the small stairwell, JJ was already stood over Rafe, who was long passed out, his head pressed against the wall and his face bruised beyond recognition.

“JJ!” Sarah shrieked, but John B held her back. He tried to ignore his wifes sobs of terror, too focused on keeping her away from the uncontrollable anger that their friend was currently releasing onto the deserved victim.

“You took everything from me!” JJ shouted through gritted teeth, not even phased by the blood that coated his knuckles and splattered across the bright white walls. “You piece of shit! You killed her!” He wailed, his punches slowing into soft taps as Rafes breathing slowed into soft wheezes for air through his definitely broken nose.

“A-and I blamed her for it the whole time. I-I fuckin’…I loved her.” JJ sobbed, ignoring the metallic smell of his hands as he used his palms to hide the vulnerability behind his tears that poured so wildly down his flushed face.

“I loved her, and I’ll never get to have her again.” JJ shouted through his hands, muffling his cries of pure grief, of unfathomable sadness that hit him all at once.

Pope was holding him within two strides, his arms wrapping around his friend as he too pieced together what happened, not needing as much context to understand the motive behind the violence.

In that moment, nothing more but the sounds of heavy sobs and thick, choked breathing echoed through the shaking boat, the storm long forgotten as the truth finally bubbled to the surface, leaving anything and anyone in its wake completely torn open.

Then, there was a moment of clarity for JJ, a singular hope that was based around the security of a magic that didn’t exist. He knew then, he had to get the treasure they were searching for. Selfishly, he didn’t even care about the money. He knew what he wanted, and he knew what his one wish would be once he got his hands on that crown.

And it would all be okay, if only he hadn’t had to have paid the price.

[vrystalius]

How would sanemi react to his hashira crush dying in the final battle against muzan? Like she dies in his arms (similar to obamitsu). They confess their feelings, his crush thanks him for everything and tells him not to blame himself and to live a happy life once she’s gone. Sorry im just in the mood for a lot of angst! 😅

Sanemi loosing his crush in the final fight

Dying in his arms, trying to confess your feelings before you’re gone forever.

Pairing: Sanemi x hashira!fem!reader

(Heavy spoilers for Infinity Castle Arc)

“I-I’m sorry, Nemi…” Sanemi couldn’t believe his eyes. You were laying in his arms, bleeding out slowly. That damn six eyed freak kept targeting you over him, stabbing and slashing you over and over. He didn’t dare to look down at how your blood was draining out of you. He just stared at your face, your beautiful face. His eyes were blurry and he couldn’t stop sobbing.

“I’m sorry… I’m such a burden, hah…” You were smiling weakly at him, blood dripping down from your lips. Sanemi was shaking his head and pulled you closer, gripping onto your clothes for dear life “N-No, no! Y-You never were a burden!! You never were a p-pain!! F-Fuck-“ Sanemi was sobbing loudly while his salty tears fell onto your face. He roughly cupped your cheeks, pulling you closer. “I-I love you! I-I LOVE YO-YOU!! P-PLEASE, DON’T FUCKING DIE BEFORE ME!!” He screamed at your face.

You cupped his cheeks and wiped his ever returning tears away, your foreheads touching “I love you too, Nemi… you’re.. the best.. in the whole world…” Sanemi let out a guttural scream, yelling at the infinite halls above him. “I’M BEGGING YOU, GOD! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!” You felt your life force slowly slip out of between your fingers. “It’s okay, Nemi… be happy for me, okay?… We should… get married in our next..life…” You whispered while weakly holding onto Sanemi’s uniform, leaning your head against his chest. He sobbed and looked back down at you. Sanemi was shaking his head rapidly. “I-I can’t. I-I c-can’t- n-not without…” He couldn’t finish his sentence as his eyes widened.

Sanemi watched your expression turn more peaceful snd restful. You looked like you were simply asleep, but he knew better. He started hyperventilating and screamed at the skies above, sobbing.

“GRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”

💠

I may or may not have cried multiple times or the whole time while writing this. I love Genya so much and I based this fic on his death, so I had the manga beside on the page where he dies, sooo… I am not ready for this death :(.

But don’t apologise for requesting, angst is one my favs >:)

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINM enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

Now if you’d excuse me, I gotta finish crying in peace.

[suzyandthefox]

Anger issues

Old badly written reader X OC drabble that I'm going to post because @opikarts insisted.

Featuring Lumen from my previous Fic but in his normal size snd not his mini size.

Soft safe M/reader g/t vore, unwilling prey and angry pred (happy ending I swear)

Tw: cigarettes and like, two swear words

Taglist: @pineappleparfaitie @opikarts (ask if you want to be added)

I was having a bad night, but you shouldn't have been the victim of that.

I had an argument that night, and I left the apartment to go for a late night walk, but even though the night was calm, my heart was filled with rage.

Each cigarette I burnt and the fire that it created in my lungs was no match for the fire that stirred in my heart.

I was desperate, frustrated, knowing wholeheartedly that my efforts were futile, but it's not that I knew a better way…

Hunger, hunger was eating at my insides, in many ways I was starved.

I walked into an alleyway in hopes of finding a stray animal to feed on, anything, and you, my poor little one, made the mistake of being in my sight.

 I saw you in the corner of my eye, running away, unable to catch your breaths, you must have been running for your life, from a cat perhaps? A dog? A rat?

Being a borrower must be very hard, everything wants a taste of you, especially when you live in a world like ours, where dangers surround you from every corner, like a spider waiting for it's prey.

That night, to my deepest regrets, I was one of those dangers. 

As soon as I found you I reached out to catch you, and I was no cat nor dog nor human, but a creature of the night, a creature beyond what you could imagine.

So it was a chase that lasted a second, you were already doomed as soon as I saw you.

I held your weak, flailing form for a few moments, taking your appearance before I decided what to do with you.

You were thin, frail, so unbelievably…small.

Not just in a physical way, but the way you curled and hugged yourself, I barely saw your frizzy hair as you hid your head between your hands, you truly feared what came next.

You shivered and I was unsure if it was fear or coldness, and either way I pitied you.

But I was hungry, angry, I lost control and I wished to regain it,even if you were going to be the victim of that.

The tragic truth was, no one was going to miss you if you were to disappear.

In my mind the plan was simple enough, I was going to devour you, swallow your weak,frail form whole, and keep you within me until I have calmed down, then let you go.

So I ignored your cries and your desperate begging, they weren't even audible to begin with, I took a drag of my cigarette and blew the smoke in your face in hopes that you would shut up, you only let out a weak whimper.

“I'm sorry” the words were there, at the tip of my tongue, but I was…I couldn't say them, and I couldn't find a reason either.

Instead I shoved you in my mouth, at least I made sure my teeth wouldn't touch you. 

I didn't want to hurt you, and I didn't want to hurt you, you were only a victim of my anger, even in my rage I understood that you were innocent.

You fought against my teeth and tongue,but your efforts were futile, not only you were laughably weak against me, but you were already quite very tired.

You tasted like salt, dirt, rocks… but underneath the grim taste of all that I tasted a hint of sweetness, a sweetness I truly craved.

It made me consider being merciful on you.

I could easily tell, you weren't meant to be on the street, you used to be somewhere nicer… what happened? 

You stopped moving, so I swallowed you…you didn't fight against me.

I felt you…I felt the weight of your sorrows and your fear, to the point where I have almost forgotten my anger, did you truly deserve this?

Did you deserve to be held hostage by me, just because I was hungry and you happened to be snack sized?

I couldn't help but put a hand on where you are, right under my heart.

It worked, I was barely feeling any anger now, but instead I felt pain, your pain, it's almost as if I swallowed your emotions with you…

I considered giving you freedom, you did what you were meant to do, there was no reason for me to make you a prisoner of mine.

But perhaps I should apologize first…explain my intentions to you, at least so you would understand that you weren't meant to be food.

And then I remembered, even underneath the dirt your clothing weren't drags, you weren't meant to be on the street…

 You were going to die if it wasn't for me finding you … perhaps by swallowing you I saved your life.

Thoughts filled my head as I heard you whimper, I felt you curl as if you were trying to hide from me, and it wasn't pity that I felt, not anymore.

I was remorseful, regretful, I did so much harm to an innocent borrower just because they happened to be a borrower, and I happened to be hungry.

“Little one?” The words left me without thinking, you didn't say a word, but you let out a soft squeak, you must’ve been surprised that I would care about you when I just ate you alive.

Like a mouse you were, soft and skittish…and adorable.

“Are you alright? Physically?”

“...yeah…” the dying hope in your voice crushed me into a million pieces.

“I… I'm sorry…I'm so very sorry” 

I finally gathered the courage to say it.

“I was hungry, and angry, and stressed…”

“I let out my anger on you, I shouldn't have, but it made sense, even though it shouldn't have…”

 Just like I was trying to form a coherent apology for you, but even I didn't know why I did that.

My apology was interrupted by your tiny touch, I felt your hand on the wall of my stomach and I wanted to touch you back.

“You were … angry?” You asked through your tears.

“Yes,sweet little one, I was”

“Are you angry now?” You asked me.

I took a deep breath.

“No, baby, I'm not,”

“Would you like me to let you out?”

I, of course, expected the answer to be yes, but to my shock… you refused.

“You are a vampire so…it won't hurt here, right? I'm going to be alright?”

“Well yes, yes you will be safe, but_”

“Then I want to stay here.” You sounded tired, so very tired.

And so was I.

I decided to respect your wishes… Ultimately I was a safer place for you than anywhere else, but it truly pained me, I couldn't help but ask myself:

What is it that you went through, that made you prefer a monster’s stomach over…literally anywhere else? 

“Are you sure you don't_”

“No, I'm good,” you insisted with stubbornness.

“Very well, I guess I'm keeping you for the rest of the night, what's your name?”

“(Your name)”

“I wish I could have met you in better circumstances, that aren't me being angry and starving.”

“But alas, it was charming to meet you nonetheless, thank you…”

“You can call me Lumen.”

“You had a real bad day today, didn't you?” I felt your voice through my bones, as quiet as it was.

“Why don't you sleep, lil’ one? You sound pretty damn tired and so am I…”

At least you had a soft, comfortable place to sleep in, I still had to figure out where I was going to stay tonight if I wasn't going to go back home.

“But I wanted…” you yawned and i felt you move into a comfortable position, which made me at ease…

I truly hoped that you too, were at ease, and that you weren't lying to me…

“No buts, goodnight baby…I'm sorry again…” 

I listened to you and stayed in place, until I only heard soft snoring from you, it was both a great feeling that I was an undead mean of protection for you, and a painful one that I was the mean of protection.

I had decided to know everything about you when you woke up, but at that moment I let you find solidarity in sleep.

I'm sorry…and thank you.

[urapunk]

Uhmm… Gary..headcanons… please :3

uuuaaghhh gary my brainrotted disgusting needs to be arrested son LET ME HOLD HIM

i remember you said you keep him in a tiny ourse like a little puppy

GARY SMITH HEADCANONS!

He doesnt like his medication because he feels digusting snd sluggish and its overwhelming snd overstimulating for him. Being sluggish makes him want to throw up because it feels sickening. He thinks hes better without it though, that his head moves faster and he can stay in the game.... But we all saw what happened then.

Cried when he was released from happy volts. His grandfather scolded him neaely all night while an actually medicated gary sat on the couch and refused to make eye contact because crying isnt something he wants someone so close to see.

Sometimes when he zones off he'll scratch at one specific area until he snaps out of it. He looks neutral and doesnt have a scowl when he's just zoned off, and he could find himself stsring at something thats just oddly satisfying to look at, like a specifically position pencil or staring at his hands while he fiddles with a hairtie.

Needs to cry.

He spends atleast 30 minutes in the mirror looking at himself. He likes how he looks, he really does, but what if nobody else does. What will he do then? What if someone thinks he looks awful? Should he get new shoes- or maybe cut his hair?... He thinks. He really does think all the time, and it is always torture. People just think he means he's smart, but hes just.. Worried.

Vomits from anxiety. Sometimes when he gets caught doing something, crabblesnitch will let him go to the bathroom before a strong talking to. Just incase.

Shivers when he gets REALLY sleepy. Like, constant yawning sleepy. Also sleep talks and its adorable.

Chronic monster drinker, but he hasnt had one in atleast 2 years due to his grandfather throwing them away whenever he can. Monster just isnt good for him and his thoughts. (He only likes the original flavor. Hes so boring)

Heat. He loves laying under sunny windows in the dorms or at his grandfather's house. Often sleeps on his stomach on a couch under the window.

Bruna (oc mention:3) once bought an iced coffee, which gary begged to try until she said yes. She let him have a sip and it was gone 10 minutes later. Its a tradition now for her to buy them for gary.

Dr Pepper lover. He literally could drink Dr Pepper for the rest of his life and he'd die content and less angsty.

Hes so immature, but also more mature than most. His actions are childish , but his throughts are those of a 40 year old man. He's a really deep thinker.

<3

[piercethegyos]

Ellie Williams x injured!reader

Angst

cw(?): angst, blood mentions

Summary: While on patrol with Ellie, you get shot by raiders

[This isn’t proof read]

“Don’t worry, you’re ok, babe, keep your eyes open please” Ellie cried. Your vision started getting blurry and you felt dizzy. “Ellie…” you muttered weakly, you could barely even hear yourself speak.

____________

“Ellie! Come here! Look at this!” you exclaimed while showing her the flowers you found. You two were on patrol together, and you both needed to clear out the area of infected.

Ellie found it adorable how you got excited at the sight of the flowers, she smiled at you and said “come on, follow me, we’ll keep clearing out the area then we’ll go home”

You nodded and got up to follow her with a smile on your face. You followed Ellie as you both searched for more infected. You guys ran into a few runners and some clickers, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. That was until you both came across a huge group of runners, although runners don’t seem like a big deal, a huge group of them like this isn’t easy to deal with.

While you and Ellie ran away from the runners, you both got separated without realizing it until it was too late. Ellie was able to clear out the runners that were chasing her, but she wasn’t sure if you were able to. Ellie knew how strong you were, she knew you could fight off infected, but she still had a bad feeling in her gut.

Ellie was right to have that gut feeling though, while she was able to fight off all of the infected, you had ran out of bullets while trying to fight them all off, so the only thing you could do was run. You ran away and were able to leave their sight.

Even though you lost sight of the runners, you realized you were somewhere that was unfamiliar, and you didn’t know how to get back to Ellie. Everywhere you walked seemed the same, each path looked the same, each tree, each rock. You didn’t know where you were.

You were so focused on trying to get out of there, that you didn’t even notice the group of raiders that were behind you. But by the time you realized it was too late, you had gotten shot twice by them.

You ran from them, as you ran you came across a small cabin you could hide in and ran as fast as you could towards it. You heard them yell at each other to find you.

The pain of the gunshot wounds stung, it hurt so bad. You felt cold. Everything sounded muffled, like something was covering your ears.

You tried applying pressure on your stomach to stop the bleeding, but it wasn’t working. You had no ammo, no medkits and Ellie wasn’t there to protect you. You had nowhere to go. You could hear the raiders get closer and closer.

You thought it was over for you in that moment.

You shut your eyes tight and braced yourself, when suddenly you hear the raiders screaming snd gunshots being fired. The door to the cabin opens and you open your eyes to see a pair of green eyes staring at you, you’ve seen those green eyes before, it was Ellie.

Your vision got blurry due to the tears forming in your eyes. “Ellie…” you muttered, you barely had any strength left to speak.

“Hey, hey, don’t speak, it’ll be ok, I’m here” she said as she carried you in her arms. You winced in pain as she picked you up. She ran as fast as she could while holding you.

It felt like forever, it felt like you’d never reach Shimmer. When you both finally found Shimmer, you were barely holding on, you felt like everything was about to end for you in that exact moment. Ellie mounted you safely onto Shimmer and then hopped on after.

She tried to get to Jackson as fast as she possibly could, begging that you could hold on until then.

“I’m so tired…” you say to her while struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Don’t worry, you’re ok, babe, keep your eyes open please” Ellie cried. Your vision started getting blurry and you felt dizzy. “Ellie…” you muttered weakly, you could barely hear yourself speak.

You slightly opened your eyes a little more and saw that Ellie’s clothes were covered in your blood.

“Your clothes, Ellie…” you mumbled.

“Don’t worry about my clothes, just please keep your eyes open for me, ok? Can you do that?” you can hear the panic in her voice every time she speaks.

“Please be ok…” Ellie muttered underneath her breathe as tears left her eyes. As you both made it to Jackson you could barely hear what was happening, it felt as if your soul left your body.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion.

You felt yourself being taken away from Ellie.

You could hear Ellie’s screams and cries as you were being taken away.

You didn’t know what was happening, but even after all of your efforts, you ended up giving in and closed your eyes.

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It’s up to you whether the reader dies or not🙏

[konigsblog]

So, y'know that Monster 141 Au? @bluegiragi 's with König, Horangi and all? Imagine being used by them, their little human, their breakable toy. All for their feral hunger.

Ps. If you haven't seen them, pls do, its wonderful Istg.

i have and omg they're sosososo good ,, credits to @bluegiragi because this is based off of their hybrid monster characters !!

dragon!price holding you with his claws, his broad hips rutting into you. price's girthy, large cock twitching inside your walls, causing you to wail out in escasty as your legs began to shake with euphoria. your eyes rolling to the back of your head, burning his cigar on the side of your thigh and listening to the sobs that escaped your throat. leaving your hole raw and painful, his length kissing your cervix with each thrust :(( the tip drooling and staining your walls with thick seed. hot breath on the back of your neck, arching your back further into him :((

werewolf!soap's teeth gritted, holding back from biting into your neck. bouncing up and down on his cock, each vein dragging against your walls, holding onto his shoulders, your orgasm approaching you rapidly. johnny's sharp claws holding your fleshy hips, digging into your skin and leaving bruises along your body. unable to hold himself back any longer; his canines easing into your neck causing your legs to tremble and shake, sobs and cries sliding through your lips whilst you begged and whined, losing the strength to bounce on his cock, cockwarming him as tears stained your cheeks :((((

wraith!ghost's tongue exploring your wet and aroused cunny, his rough palms holding your thighs, sucking purple marks on the insides of your legs, the wetness of your arousal dripping onto his face and coating him in a thin shine. your back arched, whimpering and whining when he teased you, cock twitching inside his tight boxers. wraith!ghost rubbing your clit, your lips parted, squirting all over his face and watching as his tongue laps at your juices. addicted to the sweet taste lingering on his tongue :(

harpy!gaz slamming into you. his lengthy dick hitting your cervix repetitively with each thrust, knocking the wind out of your lungs and spurting thick seed into your sore hole, leaving your legs weakened. his feathery wings wrapping around your figure snd shading you from others, heavy balls slapping against your tight ass, his sharp nails scratching into your hips, groping your soft tits and listening to your pleasured moans. your walls tightening and squeezing around him, seeping his cum into your wetness, slick dripping down your thighs as you panted, attempting to catch your breath before being pushed against the wall, his cock aligning with your hole once again :(((((

[lee-hakhyun]

it couldn't get any worse after that last chapter, right?

as his story begins, it starts to take control over his consciousness. as he fights for his own mind, he hears the introduction to orv. the words that he once wrote have returned as a curse. seeing an image of hundreds of thousands of meteors in a shower, another line comes to mind

「if i cannot be kim dokja」

「then i wish that no kim dokja would exist in this universe instead」

those are lines he wrote. han sooyoung would have never written that. but if this story has that. kim dokja...

lhh's friends are approaching him. thoughts of almost anything was changed into samyeongdang's bamboo stick, as his story continues to control him. he tells it to shut up. when he declared he would be kim dokja it was to bear the duty of kim dokja, not listen to unreasonable stories. he tells his story to listen to him,

but it doesn't. he cannot handle this story. he isn't strong enough to wear kim dokja's name. thr story takes control of his arm, and prepares to attack his friends and consume them. this can't happen. if he can't control the story, he'd rather—

shin yoosung notices something is wrong and grabs on to lhh. begs him. he tells her it's alright, and changes the bamboo stick to broken faith. with blade of faith, he resists the story's control, and

stabs himself in the stomach...

even through the pain, he refuses to pass out snd let his story take control of his body. he hears voices through his barely aware consciousness, people trying to save him, blasts, a sudden scenario...

...

the midday tryst line is restored. dkos tells lhh to get up. lhh can feel that the story's control has disappeared. did he do it?

dkos is speechless.

— yjh doesn't control his stories like that

"this was the only way" <- no it was not

— incite?

"that might not have worked" <- i get not taking any chances, but...

— so you put a hole in your stomach?

"i'm a little more like kim dokja now" <- WHAT THE FUCK

— oh my

dkos's voice sounds happy. lhh smiles bitterly. i am losing it.

as lhh gets up, he feels extremely fragile. like if someone touched him, he would break into pieces. like his entire self was faltering. is this how 49 felt? hearing sounds and screams in the distance, he asks dkos what's going on. a scenario.

the window pops up then, and it's a sub scenario. dragons are invading... where's yoo joonghyuk? looking around, he can't see him. dkos tells him he was summoned to the final part of the seventh scenario. ...right, lhh was supposed to go with him. yjh's companions and the readers aren't here either. they probably all went with him. so the people left... those who weren't chosen to go to the 7th scenario. lhh can see the people fighting. faces he knew.

bang cheolsoo, dayoung and her mother, jungsa kim and jung eunho, shin yoosung. and jung heewon, in the center of the battlefield. she takes down a dragon, and heads directly to the next one. even when it roars and the incarnations around her collapses, her [madness] attribute from the crazy butcher peotects her. she commands the people to stand up, and they do. even when they clearly can't continue to fight.

lee hakhyun doesn't understand. this sub scenario, it doesn't have a failure penalty. gwanghwamun can be safely abandoned. so why?

it's not...

— that's right.

there was a circular formation around his tent.

— they're protecting you.

taking a closer look, all the faces were familiar. people he had passed by at the geumho, chungmuro, and seoul stations. a man notices him, and calls out for him. a groll bites into his neck, and he falls as he yells to alert everyone else. a woman cries out and holds the man, before they're both swarmed by grolls.

lee hakhyun has to do something. holding broken faith, he tries to incite as anyone. yoo joonghyuk. jung heewon. kim dokja.

incite can't be activated. his body is unstable. a message appears again. and even as the story was driven away, his penalty still remained. he has 5 minutes to collect a new kdj fragment. he wants to save them, but he can't think of a way. he can't do it.

— yoo joonghyuk made you a companion.

dkos' voice

— and yet he left you behind. why would he do that?

the reason why he was left behind. did he think lhh could solve the scenario? dkos is silent.

there is no yoo joonghyuk here. people are dying. he has 3 minutes left. in order to use his skills, he has to clear this penalty first. a penalty that will only be cleared when 'kim dokja' is consumed.

"heir to the eternal name."

there's only one thing he can use to feed this story.

he brings his right arm to his mouth.

"eat 'me'".

[lenasprouts-words]

olderbrother!skz headcanons pt 2!!

ahh maknae line! hyung line

han

you guys are inseparable

you also get mad at minho for stealing your brother

also han and u are actual soulmates

minho is second (and less cool in ur opinion)

only about one-two years apart

when yall meet he does the ‘where my hug at?’ thing

its either you koala hug him or he does

just like, legs wrapped around waist typa hug

or he’ll bury his face into your armpit

you think it’s disgusting but he argues its comfy 

he sends you all his photos he wants to post

then you choose the ones you like 

he likes anime; you like kdramas

constantly fighting abt which is better

it got so heated once that even felix rose his voice for yall to stfu

its okay tho u made up a day after and went to the park to have a singing contest

you watch silly documentaries together

your chat is filled with stupid jokes and complaints

but he’s the first to know when something is wrong

started dissing this kid who bullied you in fifth grade

he got sent to the office but gave you a hug right before

steals things from photoshoots to give to you

spams you when he’s in the studio

asks you for lyric inspo and uses your terrible love life as inspo

once you showed one of his songs to your partner

’my brother wrote this about my last ex. dont make him do it again, he cried writing it.’

well your partner also cried so

matching stuffed animals <3

asks you to help him learn twice choreo

bc ur a huge once

he also got you a signed album from them

’oh here noonas gave me this idk why tho’

felix

loves you to death.

like fr its scary

youre four-five years younger than him

so you basically have eight older brothers

nicknamed you smiley bc your smile is the cutest thing ever (and it is)

runs to you calling ‘smiley!!!’

and lifts you off the ground when you hug

he hooks his chin around your shoulder and smells you

you think him smelling you is weird but it isnt

bc according to him you smell like ‘vanilla and lavenders and lemon’

it is so very random but you love it anyways

you two balance each other out so well, in a really weird way tho

like he’s hyper and energetic and sweet

while your active and excited and a little bitter

your insults and comebacks make him cry laugh every time

and you do the same with felix

he will NEVER shut up abt you trust

like seungmin once put him on a ban from talking about you

but he just started texting about you so

taught you taekwando

and now you fight hand to hand against changbin (and win most times)

felix doesnt like it tho bc ‘changbinnie'll get hurt and cry!’

both of your puberty hormones went to your voice box

his got deeper and huskier; yours is silkier and in the middle tone range leaning deep

but its like a rich deep ya know?

when he’s sleepy he starts mumbling random sentences and you record them snd send them to you group chat named ‘skz (-1 sunshine +1 smiley)’

if seungmin thought felix was bad at gaming, youre even worse

most of the time you end up dying

its funny because you started gaming before felix did too

you gave each other sweatshirts for white day in korea

and now your roommate hates when you use it because its so worn down and lowk smelly

jeongin has to beg felix to take it off and put it in the wash

dance parties at random times

especially if you or felix are feeling down

the playlist ‘HOE DANCE DOWN!’ is blasting

consisting of twice, charli xcx, dua lipa, and olivia rodrigo

other artists too and some from jyp bc felix loves his jypnation

not jyp tho anytime felix complains abt the ‘stupid motherfucker who wont shut up and has no talent and too much confidence’

complains ESPECIALLY while yall r playing fortnite, on your request

baking is your shared therapy

felix makes brownies, you make cookies

perfect duo in the kitchen

you bake so often that watching you two is like a dance

members will literally watch you bake and you flip them off

‘LIXIE I GOT FLIPPED OFF AGAIN!’

‘JISUNG STOP BEING A CREEP!!’

rock paper scissors is YOUR thing

like felix will just turn to you and stick his fist out

you also win almost every time

seungmin

you literally have twin telepathy

mainly bc your twins but he is also thirty two minutes older

so, day ones

gatekeeps you from his friends but not the group

because somehow they already knew who you were

you introduced yourself to them the day they debuted

only pretends to be sad abt not being a twin in the group

because he already has you and wouldnt change it for anything

the only person he will not hesitate from skinship is you

pats on the head, chin on shoulder, holding hands, occasional squeezing

his hugs are your safe spot

he’d tap you on the shoulder and take your arm

then he starts massaging you after pulling you into the hug

and it feels so good

and he’s surprisingly good at it too

treats you like a baby bc ur the youngest in you family (by a half hour)

once got you a new phone to stop you from complaining

you think its because he loves you but that is denied every time (its true tho, bc who wouldnt love you?)

only person who can calm you down

when you get too mad

he’ll call you or lay next to you

rub your back until you calm down

if youre on call he’ll put on music and start singing random shit

youre the orange kitty to his golden retriever puppy

you literally paw at him until he gives you his attention

he’ll get excited and its the cutest thing you’ve seen

wakes you up by singing the high note in ‘cover me’ in your ear

ever since he’d recorded that he’s been bragging abt it

but you dont mind bc his singing is nice and you know he would feel the same if you bragged about your fashion designs and website

every day you leave him sweet messages (like his older sister!!)

‘oh seungmo, love your hair today! your smile lit up my room puppy’

in return he sends cute gifs

he also learned french from the i am you tour to swear at you

asks for help in english before events/interviews where english will be used

you were the one who calmed his worries before the paris fashion week

since youre an english and fashion design major he relies on you

he will also never get over the fact that his TWIN is double majoring

your literally jeongin’s favorite tho

bc if seungmin says no you’ll say yes

very very mischevious

if one of you are having a bad day

you’ll just bring the other to a rage room

very effective

jeongin

he’s the maknae of the group and hates getting babied

so he automatically doesn’t baby you

maybe he does a little bit….

but thats because you told him it was okay and you liked it

youre around three years younger than him

so everyone in the group babies you

jeongin is always the first to go and greet you tho

spooks you tho

goes behind your back and yells ‘boo!’ in your ear

he gets punched by you after that

you just tackle him and squeeze him

but he goes ‘oh youve grown so big now!’

he’s also been getting stronger so when he goes into his normal hug where he puts his amrs around and under your armpits, you get squeezed until youre out of breath

on that note

he takes you to the gym bc you’ve been wanting to work out since starting college

he wanted to b your gym buddy (also was scared of u dying bc of asking binnie)

pushes you enough to finish bc he knows ur limits <3

you go to a convinience store after your workouts

both of yall try to pay BUT you make a schedule for who pays

you switch off

innie is extremely proud he made that idea

share a gym playlist

and most of your playlist

bc ur music taste is so similar you end up collabing playlists

you both do daily fit checks

slowly you’ve been able to coax him out of terrible shoe choices

you’ll show him something new and he’ll be like

‘oh is this what all the youngsters are wearing now?’

he busts out these rubber shoes that give you a headache

‘im doing it for stay’ you know stay’s reaction bc u r one

you always show what stays are saying on pinterest and call them simps

but you also cant talk bc, and jeongin quotes this

‘damnn hyunjin looking fine enough to be mine’

but also jeongin constantly uses pick up lines on YOUR friends

if he ever picks you up he’ll turn to someone your hanging out with

‘are you the sun because youre so hot you burn my retinas’

and everyone is just. majorly confused

its his random space obsession showing okay

you went on a planetarium date one time

he talked your ear off and then you bit his ear

retaliation for all the times he’s bit you when he was a wee little one

after that you went shopping

a stay photographed yall starting dating rumors

but its okay bc jeongin addressed it in his lives

telling everyone youre siblings

there is a ten minute video of him cracking up, tears flowing bc of the situation

@chans-muffin i delivered!!!!

[bwoahtastic]

Max not believing Nico when he says sex isn’t expected. Everyone says that but no one ever means it. They give him a few weeks and then expect Max to open up for them and they get angry when he can’t. Max asks if he can please go back home and Nico wants to cry that he sees the shelter as his home. Max doesn’t even wait for Nico before he goes back inside. Nico is offered to look at some of their easier omegas and they apologize for any difficulties Max may have caused. Nico just wants to hold the young omega and promise that things can be different

Ph plss!! Nico having stopped the car and gently taking Max's hands and promising him sex isn't expected, pack is so much more than that snd she would never push him into something he isnt ready for. Max just smiling sadly because he has heard that before and he just goes "my collar is red. Eventually you will stop being patient" and then asks to go home. Nico feeling sick realising Max sees the centre as his home because he has been there so long and she must smell terribly unhappy because Max ducks down to hide his nose behind his fleece jacket

Nico parking in front of the centre and trying to find the words to convince max to stay but Mzx bolts out before she can🥺 the centre offering her "easy" Omegas and apologising for Max being a nuisance and nico is furious because Max is not a nuisance!

Nico definitely continues visiting, hopes that showing she is dedicated to Max like a good pack Alpha will shoe Max she really means we'll, and sometimes she brings along another pack member too. Max avoids her like the plague... until one day.

Max having just had a medic check as is common in the centre, being without a pack can make them sick so they need to be monitored. But Max has to see a gynaecologist too and it hurts and he is socstressed and in pain after. The moment he sees Nico walk in from where he js curled up into a little ball of the sofa, he cries out for her and she instantly comes running over, hugging Max close as Max whimpers and cries🥺 he sees Nico as a pack Alpha already even though he has been denying her and he is so stressed and just needs her!

Nico just sitting with him for a long while and soothing him until Max falls asleep against her🥺🥺 and then she asks Max softly if he would like to come to the pack with her, and Max tiredly nods into her neck🥺

(Also Nico having brought an Omega from her pack with her that visit and while giving Max and nico some space, the Omega gets dotted on by a Beta and begs pack Alpha to bring them home too kwkee (maybe Lance and beta Fernando?)

[danieyells]

You did open my eyes to Subaru getting nonconed by the mc after he got them to where Lyca was having his rut, he cries so prettily when the mc berates him for everything and getting their memories from the hands on his neck

Re: Subaru in dark content

It doesn't even have to be by the mc! There are so many cruel people and creatures in the world!

But god yes just. Does he understand how bad it feels? What he put them through?? Would he like to???

They keep their skin off of his until the very end, and he's too kind and guilty to fight back when he's abused. Just cries and apologizes. Begs for forgiveness he says he doesn't deserve. Yes, he did something terrible, he deserves something horrible happening to him, he deserves to be hated forever and worse. He knows two wrongs don't make a right but he feels like he deserves this. Lyca didn't feel good about what he did and MC felt even worse about being subjected to it. And somehow Subaru facilitated it all and got two of his dear friends hurt.

So he deserves to be used and abused. He probably won't even experience half of what MC did, no matter how they rape him or what with.

And he knows that for certain when they put their hands on his pretty little neck. And it's fragments but they're fresh fragments, bright fragments that make him resent himself when he knows their pain and fear. He's really so pretty with his face pale and eyes wide snd red red and breaths shaky and eyes hazy and cheeks stained with tears. Gasping and whimpering and sobbing apologies. MC is only human. They can't choke him hard enough to silence him, just enough to make it slurred words from the loss of blood to his brain for a while. Just enough to give him a merciful couple seconds of unconsciousness.

They're kind enough not to leave him alone when they're done with him. He escorted them home after throwing them to Lyca, the least they can do is the same.

Nobody feels better afterwards, really. It was a desperate, angry, vengeful act in pursuit of a little control in this helpless role MC'd been made to play. And Subaru was just trying to help one friend without considering the wellbeing of another. And Lyca wasn't in control of himself to begin with.

Everyone hurts! :D

[echos-girlfriend]

Hi! Congrats on 100! Could I have prompt 10 with Crosshair.. and could you do nsfw. It’s ok if you don’t want to.. and I’ll throw in an ultimate truth question too! What’s your name? If you’re not comfortable with saying that it’s ok!

Howdy!

Ooo you want to know the ultimate secret about me! I’ll never tell you! I’m just kidding.. my name is Madison ☺️ you guys can call me whatever.. my user name or Madison I don’t care. Anyways.. Crosshair smut huh. Well I’ll give you what you ask for 😏

Crosshair

Prompt 10 - “I trust you”

WARNING - SMUT! GO AWAY KIDDIES

(this is some smutty shit.. and also Crosshair is a certified slut)

Master list

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You and Crosshair were in the middle of the Marauder.. his brothers were gone for now and he was going to take advantage of that. He took hold your waist and locked his lips to yours.

You moaned into his mouth and put your hands on the back of his neck, just under his hairline. He started to undress you when you pulled away a little. His eyes soft as his rough exterior faded

“Do you trust me Mesh’la..”

“I trust you”

He then lifted your shirt off. He reached behind your head and took out your hair tie. Your hair falling into its natural place.

He ran his fingers gently down your arms. Your cheeks turned pink as he looked at you closely.. as if he was committing everything about you to his memory.

He reached down and pulled your bottoms down with you panties along with them. The cool air making your already sensitive skin feel like it’s on fire.

He was still in full armor, you swore he literally lived in it.. he walked you over to the closest bunk (poor tech) and turned you around. Pushing your head into the bunk.

You couldn’t help but whimper. You so desperately wanted him. You decided to put on a show and Arched your back. Your ass sticking up in the air. He groaned and ran his gloved finger across your slit and up over your spine.

“Stop teasing me.. I can’t wait any longer”

“Tsk so impatient.. and bratty. You’ll get it when I give it you”

You heard shuffling and then felt his hot tongue on your lower lips. You cried out in pleasure as he practically devoured your pussy.

“Jesus.. you’re fucking delicious”

“Stop teasing me! Please I want you!”

You were begging for him and you knew he liked it. He gave your cunt one last kiss before standing up behind you.

He undid his codpiece and pulled his cock out from his blacks. He put one hand on your ass and the other guided himself between your folds and into your pussy.

“Oh god.. you’re so big”

The feeling was absolutely euphoric. His length stretching you out and filling you up. He put both of his hands on your waist and and started thrusting in and out.

With every thrust an airy moan left your throat. Your fingers dug into the sheets below you. Your legs wobbled as your release came.

“You feel so good and tight around me..”

“You feel.. so good too”

He went harder and faster, you knew his release was coming. You braced yourself against tech’s poor bunk and big your lip.

He groaned as his seed spilled into you. He slowly slid out of you. You laid back on the bunk and turned to face him. Pulling his head down for a kiss.

‘Knock knock’

“Why is the ship locked Crosshair?”

He looked down at you and smirked.

“Uh no! Don’t open that door until I’m dressed!”

He threw your clothes at you snd you quickly put them on just in time as his brothers shuffling into the marauder.. Hunter immediately scrunched his face and looked at both you and Crosshair.

He had a toothpick in his mouth and a huge grin.. you were just embarrassed out of your mind. He leant over to your ear.

“We should do that more often doll..l

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Scheduled to post at 11:05 am est

(To help me keep track of when things upload)

[theoceanoasis]

Hot Rod and Soundwave merformers.

"Soundwave help me!"

He cried out in fear feeling the net get caught against his scales. He tugged on it trying to free himself. His spark was pounding and the only thing he was worried about was his little one. With one hand he rubbed belly in fear. He could only imagine all the horrible things the humans would do to his sparkling.

He cried out in distress and Soundwave answered. His mate swam over and pulled on the net.

"Help!"

Usually he would have been able to outswim the net, but he was sparked and his belly was heavy making it hard to swim quickly and get away.

He whimpered feeling the net rise. He needed to get out.

"Soundwave."

"I'm trying."

Soundwave struggled with the net. His nails were a lot sharper than his and had an easier time cutting through the thick rope.

"Got it."

Soundwave broke open the net and he sighed in relief. Taking his mates hand they quickly swam away.

Once they were a safe distance Soundwave turned to him snd checked him for injuries.

"I'm okay."

"You're bleeding."

He looked down surprised to see that the net had cut him.

"It's superficial don't worry about it."

He tried to dismiss and Soundwave shook his head.

"Of course I'm going to worry about you. Now are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Soundwave nodded giving the boat a vicious look.

"I have something to take care of. No one messes with my family and gets away with it."

Soundwave swam at the boat and he watched him destroy it, while rubbing his belly and soothing his little one. Who was kicking and rolling around in his belly.

Watching Soundwave protect his family was hot and he found himself squirming as Soundwave destroyed the boat.

By the time he came back he was so horny. He flung himself at Soundwave begging to be fucked. Not that his mate minded, having a needy carrier who needed to be taken care of. Soundwave took him back to their home and fucked him until he was satisfied.

[imraespace]

AND THEN, during the presentation, i was doing alright (i stuttered abit but ehhhh) and i know some people's pronunciation aren't that good but i literally whispered out the correct pronunciation at this girl and she kept saying the wrong way??? like i get it you're nervous BUT PLS THIS IS GRADED????

and this other girl (the one that didn't look the gc) said she had watched the movie but when teacher asked her what's her most favourite scene in the movie, she asked me what's she's supposed to say because she forgot to watch the movie (SO I HAD TO TAKE COVER FOR HER)

Then the girl (with bad pronunciation) was asked a question by teacher, and she went blank so i help her out, i literally whispered the answer in her ear like 10 fucking times and she kept messing up and laughing, so i was getting frustrated. i wanted to answer the question for her but teacher was like, no no i want HER to answer so i was like kinda embarrassed because it look like i was trying to steal all the spotlight BUT NO!!!! so i whispered to the girl again, with the same fucking answer because she was begging for my help; maybe because of my tone (i was really frustrated at that point), she finally stoppd laughing and answer teacher.

after that, i sulked because i did everything!!! why can't you guys just present well?!!!!! LIKE OMFG, so i went silent and cried out of stress in the car because i felt so stress and hurt (idk why, maybe it felt unfair that i was doing everything but they still couldn't present well)

- 🐱

stuttering is normal when I had my presentation I was hugging my cards HELPME IM NOT EVEN JOKING I hugged it and watched the ceiling..

I hope that group mate steps in dog pee

WHAT WHATT😨

I WOUODVE THROW EHATECER I HAVE IN MY HAND THEYRE PISSING ME OFF TF IS A JOKE YOURE GONNA LOSE MARKS??

ITS OKAY TO CRY IT OUT ITS UNDERSTANDABLE THEYRR STUPID ASS ACTS WILL HAVE AN IMPACT ON THE GRADE I wish I could hug you but what's important is that you did your part so that shows how serious you are with your work hopefully it projected on the teacher ANS THOSE TEAMMATES OF YOURS how important this is DW POOKIE ITS ANNOYING BUT ITS SOMETHING WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH it's been done already so you can't do anything anymore but you did what you could snd that's something to be proud of😊