#GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF ALL THE DUMB THINGS AROUND HERE…

[psycho-doughart]

people defending Nny’s actions is fucking wild. Even if he didn’t torture people sexually (he does) or if it wasn’t stated by Jhonen himself that Nny sometimes uses his actions as a sexual outlet (it was) he’s… he’s still a murderer.

Nny doesn’t even murder people as like some glorified revenge streak. Sure he sees it as some kind of fucked up justice for himself because someone *checks notes* wore an ugly tie, or whatever his reason for the moment, but as shown in the section with Edgar, he literally does not have a ‘reason’ sometimes. Edgar was murdered for the crime of existing. Like that’s what you’re trying to defend over here.

The whole point of Johnny THE HOMICIDAL MANIAC, is that it’s a deranged (but funny) comic about deranged (but funny) people. There’s no defending Nny’s actions, he’s just a bastard who kills people through and through. He’s not a hero. Stop treating him as such. Stop going ‘well this character is WORSE because at least he’s not THIS character’ because no. No. These actions aren’t things you can just compare like a gradient. Nny hurts people. That’s what he does for almost every part of the comic. That’s his thing.

If you act like what Jimmy did was real, or even Dillon, or Krik, or whoever you are justifying Nny’s actions in comparison by, then PLEASE look into yourself and ask why hurting and maiming and torturing and KILLING is okay in your eyes.

[sensoryseraphim]

Every month I go to the doctor and every month I ask him so so sweetly for some of that good good boy juice. And every month he says "I can't in good conscience give you testosterone. At the weight and size you are it will kill you." Motherfucker we all die one day, if I die I wanna at least die as myself! Give me the fucking juice!!

[barbiiecams]

doubts

drew starkey x younger!reader (like 19/20 sorry not sorry 😭), reader calls drew “papa” *not in a weird way*, smut, in love w the age gap concept cus of @native2princess ! <3

you watched yet another video on the internet of drew down at disney world without you, but with his friend group that all had a few years on you.

he would send pictures of everything that was cute or that reminded him of you, and you really did appreciate it. but it still didn’t swallow the lingering feeling in your gut.

you weren’t even invited. it was obvious why since you couldn’t even buy a drink legally, let alone not even close with half of them, but for some reason it still hurt and had you questioning things even further about everything.

you swore that you guys were drifting apart.

not only did that make you sad, but it also left you scared and questioning everything.

the only thing that made you wonder why you two were drifting like you thought you were was because of the age gap.

was he getting tired of you? was the age gap starting to become a burden? were you just too immature?

and let’s not even get started on how drew acted around his female friends — that were once again a lot older.

all you could do was just cry. it was a dumb reason to cry about, but you don’t wanna lose drew yet you really think you are. he was your first and you hoped he’d be your last, but who knows where you two may end up?

seeing how he acted with his friends currently was already ruining you. now you found yourself down a rabbit hole of searching through old videos of him before you were even dating.

it was crazy, of course you were aware of that. but it did nothing but further increase your worries seeing how he would act around these girls. all older than you and all more outgoing.

so now here you were, stalking your own boyfriend while you sat in your bed, silent tears streaming down your face.

currently, drew was now in paris for the fashion show. he wanted you to come, but it would be too difficult for you. plus school had just ended and both of you knew that you were planning to spend more time with your family this summer.

regardless of that, this feeling was awful. you’ve had old puppy-love heart breaks during highschool with guys you dated just to say you were in a relationship, but this is real. a real committed relationship you’re in with a guy a little over 10 years older than you.

he’s so mature. so are you, but not entirely. you still had a lot more to experience and learn, and he was always so patient.

but maybe now that patience was wearing thin.

you sniffle one more time before closing out all your apps and throwing your phone on the nightstand next to you. wanting to sleep it off and praying you’d wake up feeling better, your insides just were not letting that happen. not to mention you couldn’t fall asleep without at least getting a goodnight text from him.

laying down was no use. as soon as you tried to lay your head down on the pillow and just relax, the overthinking just continued to grow. there was no escape from these thoughts and it was just eating you straight alive.

you huff while turning over, switching sides and seeing if that would help. spoiler: it didn’t.

all you could do now is groan while sitting up. a certain thought ran through your mind that you really didn’t want to go through with, but did you have a choice? you already felt as if the end of things are near, so why let him break your heart (even though you’d be expecting it) when you can just do it the hard part first?

with a sigh, you reached over to grab your phone and open drew’s contact. everything was making you sick. you just stared at the screen, skimming over the conversation you had earlier.

it was the usual. ‘hows your day’, ‘i miss you’, ‘this reminded me of us’, all the cute stuff.

but it just didn’t hit the same. that feeling of him leaving you because of your age wasn’t going anywhere, and it was making you feel insecure on extreme ends

your fingers started typing. there were no real thoughts, just your pure raw emotions. you hit backspace a couple of times, you sat there and thought about the next few words you were going to say, but eventually you got it all put together it pained you type, but it pained you even more contemplating on whether or not you should send it.

‘hey drew. i’ve been missing you a lot recently and i know it’s weird and you’re going to question why i sent this after you read it, but im sorry. i really do feel like you’re leaving me soon and it’s taking a toll on me badly. i don’t want this to end but i can tell that it is and i just know + feel like we’re drifting apart. i feel like it’s because of my age so i really do understand and respect that. we can talk more once you get back because i hate to do this over text but i can’t just bottle my feelings anymore. goodnight 🩷’

a few more seconds of contemplation, you hit send and stared at the screen. you didn’t know how he would respond so you should’ve been shutting off your phone and running away.

but you didn’t. you stared at the screen and waited until he read it.

thankfully, it didn’t take him any longer than three minutes to open your message, and soon after, the dots were bubbling.

drew himself was lost. confused wasn’t even the word for the long paragraph you just sent him. he even started triple texting you.

‘???’

‘what are you talking about baby?’

‘i’m so lost’

you sighed reading his texts. he didn’t get it, realistically you shouldn’t have expected him to. it was out of the blue, and little to your knowledge, he didn’t think for a second anything was wrong between you too.

when you didn’t answer him as soon as you read it, he went back to typing.

‘answer me’

‘i’m really confused and worried. it’d be nice if you stopped leaving me on read’

‘call me now’

you didn’t even have a chance to start typing because you had an incoming call with drew’s name on it. you didn’t wanna pick up, but you knew you had to because if the roles were reversed, oh you’d definitely be throwing a fit.

swallowing quickly, you hit the green answer button to drew’s facetime call but moved your face out of the camera.

he’s walking, most likely back to his hotel with furrowed eyebrows and an expression that you think showed… annoyance?

drew’s the first one to speak up, “y/n, what the hell are you talking about?” he says sounding very confused and very upset as well.

“i feel like we’re drifting apart apart i don’t know.” you replied. your voice isn’t even a third as stern as his. it’s not stern at all nor convincing.

“where is that coming from? what are you talking about it’s our ages?” he questions you again.

you really hoped a fan wouldn’t come up to him. not because it would interrupt the call, but because they would be walking up on him pissed off and getting a taste of his very apparent bad mood.

you sighed, “it’s just how i feel. maybe i’m not mature enough for this.”

his face scrunches with confusion even further. he then looks down to his screen to see the ceiling you were showing.

“why do you all of a sudden feel this way? you are mature. if you weren’t, this relationship wouldn’t be a thing in the first place.”

this was something else you wanted to avoid; him being mad at you. you hated making him upset and now that you were already upset, and he was just getting annoyed with you, it wasn’t helping and it made you feel worse.

“show me your face baby. you know i don’t like talking to walls.” he says once you don’t respond to his actual voice this time.

reluctantly, you put your face in the screen. sitting up and cuddling onto your bed sheets.

“y/n, nothing is wrong. we aren’t drifting apart at all so i don’t know why you feel otherwise. we’re okay and you know this, baby. stop overthinking.” he reassures you.

before you could finally respond with anything else, you heard a few girls calling his name from the other side of his phone. good luck to them!

“i’ll call you back. we’re not done talking.” he says, then swiftly hangs up.

you wanted to puke. you hated being in any type of conflict with people, let alone being in one with drew.

a headache was starting to form, and it forced you to lay back down and sleep. you kept your phone right next to you on your bed, just in case drew woke you up by ringing your phone again.

—

you weren’t sure when the previous night you fell asleep, but you didn’t wake up until 12 the next day. and that was due to your doorbell ringing multiple times at once.

you whined at the fact you had to leave your warm bed, but you slowly made your way down your apartment’s stairs, rubbing your eyes and forcing yourself to wake up.

opening the door ready to curse out whoever had the nerve to wake you up at this hour, it was drew standing at the door with flowers in one hand and his stuff in the other.

now this is what really woke you up.

“how are you here…?” you questioned.

he exhales, “soon as we hung up yesterday i checked out and booked a flight here. we really need to talk in person.

you step to the side to let him in, then he shuts the door behind him and hands you the flowers.

both of you take a seat at the table. “i need you to fully explain what you’re feeling. that paragraph honestly made no sense and as soon as i read the whole thing i knew i had to get down here.” he says.

you press your lips together before speaking. “i’m sorry.”

he makes a face of puzzlement and also motions for you to keep going.

“maybe im not mature enough for this, drew. i don’t know.”

“what makes you think that? what happened or what did i do that has you questioning everything?” he asks, reaching out for your hand.

you sniffle before continuing, “i just feel like im holding you back. you’re buying drinks, going to clubs and hanging out with your friends who are all around your age and im still in school. it’s not working-”

he cuts you off before you can finish that. “those aren’t reasons, baby. it is working. do you feel left out or something?”

“no it’s just,”

there’s a pause before he says something again, “just what? i don’t understand what’s got you so in your head.

“i don’t know how to explain it. i just think you’re drifting from me because of where we’re at in life and i hate it.” the words finally form, and you can feel a little bit of weight being lifted off your chest now that you’ve got it out.

his expression now shows a face of understanding, then he’s standing up and swiftly making his way over to you, lifting you up before securing your legs around him.

you let out a squeal at the action. when he was balanced, he made his way upstairs to your room with you in his arms.

stepping into your decorated room, he throws you down on the bed then hovers over you. “i’m gonna prove to you that you deserve this relationship.”

his lips make their way to your jaw, leaving little lovebites on them, then down to your neck and chest.

your hands fly to his buzzed head. you let out soft sighs at his lips being on your body, a feeling you loved the most.

his hands travel to your pajama shorts then dipped into the waistband of your panties. as hes taking them both off at the same time, he distracts you by now placing his lips on yours, slowly making out with you.

now your hands are taking action, working to get is shirt off to see his toned body once again. when it’s off, one hand is still on his head while the other goes down to his abs, feeling on him.

now he’s starting to get quick, fumbling with his belt and pants, ready to do you into the mattress.

sooner than later, both of your clothes are off and in random sports throughout the room.

his middle and ring finger are inside you, stretching your out as you moan and grind into his hand.

drew’s cock is laying there on your stomach, practically reaching your ribs. this was just another reminder of how deep he really goes when fucking you.

you could barely keep your eyes on him while his fingers worked you. “that feel good?”

you moan out a “yea.” you definitely couldn’t let him go. the way he could make you fall apart with just his fingers is crazy as it is.

“i bet, baby. already so wet. you know what you want huh?” he coos.

this makes you nod. “want your cock, please.” you reach your hand down to where it rested on you, but he moves your hand away.

“i know you do. but i need this pussy stretched and ready for me.” he responds

“i can take it! promise! just give it to me,” you whine.

drew gives in at your begging. he removes his fingers from inside you before sticking them in your mouth.

he grabs his cock before lining it up with your entrance. he slowly pushes in, making you whimper around his fingers. it hurt a little bit, but the pleasure overrode the pain.

“shhh,” he hushes you, putting his cock in all the way and forcing you to take all that he gave you.

you continued to let out sounds because of the pleasure he was giving you. drew was letting out groans of content himself.

“feels so good, baby. so fucking good.” he throws his head back.

his words did nothing but turn you on more. your eyes squeeze shut before you guide his hand out of your mouth and onto your throat, signaling what you want from him.

he smirks before moving his other hand to your throat, choking you slightly but enough that you can still breathe.

“yea you like when i go hard on you, right baby? this pussy just loves when i go rough on her, doesn’t she?” he teases.

“mhm!” you squeak, loving the feeling of just taking all of him so deep and so rough.

he makes your legs cross completely around him before leaning down into your neck.

this was your favorite position. you being on your back, him groaning in your hear and putting hickeys on your neck, it was so much at once and you loved it real bad.

his lips are right next to your ear. “i’m not going anywhere, yeah?”

he lets out another sound before continuing, “you’re not leaving me either. neither of us are going anywhere.

your breath catches in your throat when he says this. maybe this was all you needed. some reassurance, and a good pounding to go with it.

he sits up before pulling out to turn you around. now that you’re flat on your stomach, he slides right back in with a hand on your lower back right before your butt and the other pushing your head down into the pillows.

you screamed out when he started thrusting all over again. it hurt so good, you just wanted to do this forever him.

you tried to move away slightly because he was just going ham on your poor hole. but all it took was you reaching one hand up, gripping the sheets and trying to pull away before he yanked your head back by your hair. he then brought your back up to his chest and held you by your throat.

“stop running, baby.” he growls into your ear.

“it’s so deep tho, papa.” your eyes squeeze shut as your mouth hangs open.

he kisses right below your ear, “you’re fine.”

that bubbly feeling started to form again. you were about to cum, and somehow drew could always tell too.

“know you’re gonna cum, mama. hold that shit.” he tells you as he pushes you back into the sheets.

right now that request just didn’t seem possible. “i can’t!”

he gives your right cheek a firm slap. “you can and you will. don’t make me say it again.”

you guys stay in this position for a while. him just hitting it from the back deep and all you needed to do was lay there and take it like a good girl.

his good girl.

suddenly, he flips you back over, then lays down himself setting you on top. now he’s got his feet planted on the bed, thrusting up into you.

at this angle, you guys can see the belly bulge happening from how deep his cock was. just proving how big he really is again.

“see that baby? that’s me. all up in those guts.” he says to you.

you throw your head back, but he cups the back of your head to bring you down into him, chest to chest.

“y’the only one who gets fucked like this. y’know that? only one who deserves it too,” his arms wrap around your waist now. “only fucking one.”

his lips are practically on your ear as he says this. you’re only able to nod, but he wants to hear your voice.

“tell me you understand that baby, say it.” his thrusts slow down, but there still deep, and he’s angling it to make sure he’s hitting that good spot.

“i…”

another slap hits on to your cheek. “say it, princess.”

“yes! i understand!” you finally moan out.

“yes who, baby?”

“yes papa!” your voice is weak now.

he smirks at your submission and continues to fuck you hard. more than just a few thrusts later, he’s letting out a lot more groans than what he already was.

“shit baby… y’gonna make me cum soon. you gonna let me put it in you, hm?”

“drew…”

his hips are starting to stutter. “know you’re ready to cum too. been holding it in like papa told you too, good girl. fuckk.”

his arms are really really squeezing around your waist, keeping you still so you can’t try and move from his brutal thrusts.

“cum with me baby girl. got a big load for you.” he moans.

“don’t knock me up.” as good as the moment felt right now, you were dead serious about that.

he chuckles, “i won’t baby. know you wanna feel that cum all in your stomach tho.”

you moan one last time before finally cumming around him. you couldn’t hold it back anymore, no matter how much he told you to wait for him.

but your own orgasm sent his off. he felt you come undone around him, and two seconds later you felt his hot sperm fill you up.

drew’s arms moved from around your waist to seriously gripping your hips down, not letting you waist a drop of what he had to give you.

moans and deep breaths were coming from the both of you. that was the most intense sex you guys had for a while, not to mention the first time he’s actually came inside you.

when he finally came down from his high, he slowly pulled out of you and just let you rest on his chest.

“thank you,” you quietly speak up.

he doesn’t respond, but he smiles and kisses your forehead.

minutes after just sitting in silence, he sits up against your headboard and takes your face into your hands.

“baby, when i say youre what i want i mean it. if you weren’t mature enough for me, i wouldn’t still be here.” he says. you don’t actually answer, you want him to keep going.

“i love you so much, sweetheart. nothing about that is going to change and nothing can make it change. i don’t know what you saw or if i did something, but im sorry. okay?”

you nod with a smile. “okay.”

he smiles back at you then pressed his lips against yours, giving you a nice firm kiss. which slowly turned into a makeout.

you guys pull away just to catch your breath, “we gotta get you packed up, sweetheart.”

“for what?” you ask.

“i’m taking you back to paris with me.”

[jingler]

Wizard101 Pov: you're scrolling on spiralblr some point around arc 2

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👀 lail-brighteyes Follow

I'm never going on a field trip again THEY PUT ME IN A FUCKIBG ZOO

🌈 gayrizzleheim Follow

A field trip to a zoo doesn't seem too bad??

👀 lail-brighteyes Follow

No you misheard me. I'm not at the zoo, I'm in the zoo. As in, I'm in one of the cages and people are taking pictures of me.

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🏡 chillin-like-a-titon Follow

Can there stop being attacks on the spiral for FIVE FUCKING MINUTES????

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✅️ wiz-polls-daily Follow

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🪦 is-malistaire-dead-yet Follow

YES.

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ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

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🌋 spawnofhellhound Follow

Idk if I'm just dumb but I truly don't understand colonization in the spiral. Like you travel through time and space and through the stars and find an entirely different world doing just fine and you say, "that's mine now" ???????

🕶 beyondbonetts-deactivated

spiralblr simplifying and overexageratting other worlds' problems. why am I not surprised.

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🕶 beyondbonetts-deactivated

NOT WHAT WE'RE CALLED

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⚰️ wolf-deathsinger Follow

stopped by the back of ravenwood for the first time in a while and malorn ashthorn was there still lmao I guess it makes sense for the younger students to be taught there so they don't have to go all the way to nightside but what a flashback

☠️ malice-and-ash Follow

If you think I'm mentally prepared to take on the real world after Ravenswood you got another thing coming. I'm guarding that pit til I die.

⚰️ wolf-deathsinger Follow

ok first of all didnt know you have spiralblr hi second of all does....does ambrose know you're still squatting there teaching the younger students?

☠️ malice-and-ash Follow

Titan knows. I don't think that man leaves his office. I get a sack of gold each month but I think gamma is in charge of finance.

🧙‍♂️ wizardstrong456 Follow

The owl? That's why my student loans got fucked up 🤦‍♂️

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ew, what is a specieist doing here

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🕶 beyondbonetts-deactivated

I am sick and tired of all you pretend activists calling me marleyboner. It's literally a slur. Idc if you think it's funny to shit on worlds you deem ~problematic~ but disrespecting an entire world's name like that is unacceptable.

🪩 spiral-gayte Follow

this you?

👑 amul3twh0re Follow

i love posts where you can see exactly why the op is deactivated

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🦀 underdaseamen Follow

listen i have nothing against wizards visiting celestia but if you do can you please use a mount that makes sense for the area. yall have no idea how terrifying it is when you leave your house with your crab friends and a fucking horse starts swimming toward you.

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about to go fight this wizard in the spiral cup ill post the video later

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i got my ass beat bruh im not posting that shit

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🦋 ladyorielfan23 Follow

Why we should have expected the y**ng w*z*rd destroying Azteca (part 1)

yw crit under the cut

i have to put something here but i do not have the energy to write an entire essay from ladyorielfan23's perspective so imagine a super angry rant here about how problematic the young wizard is omg why would you say that ladyorielfan23 also my apologies for fucking up the lore in the last dashboard simulator i have no idea what this game's plot is

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 41 – FRIENDSHIP

RHODEY & TONY

Emergency Contact by whumphoarder

Pairing: Rhodey & Tony Rating: G Words: 4,042 Tags: MIT Era, Hurt/Comfort, Sick Tony

Summary: It’s not that James disliked his roommate, it’s just that they didn’t exactly get off on the right foot. Or, in which fifteen-year-old college freshman Tony Stark needs a ride to the ER and James Rhodes is too responsible for his own good.

Reasons why I love it: This fic feels incredibly real to me – like, if Tony and Rhodey were real people, this is how their friendship would've started. I love that we get to see the beginnings of Rhodey's affection for Tony and that they have this sort of brotherly dynamic between them. It's amazing, and I hope you go and read it for yourself!

Deposit Security by Reioka

Pairing: Rhodey & Tony Rating: G Words: 3,366 Tags: Mentions of Abuse, MIT Era, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Tony's always been a little weirdo. Jim likes him anyway.

Reasons why I love it: Rhodey is so patient and kind with Tony, is really great to see. And I loved that glimpse into Rhodey's family life and how Rhodey's mom practically adopts Tony on the spot. It's super sweet, even though Tony's struggle breaks my heart. This fic is amazing, and you should definitely read it!

fly so free (smile down on all you see) by orphan_account

Pairing: Rhodey & Tony, Tony & Peter Rating: G Words: 2,041 Tags: Domestic Fluff, Italian Tony, Tony Acting as Peter's Parental Figure

Summary: Rhodes finds a file in FRIDAY’s databases titled “Tony, Face It: He’s Got You Wrapped Around His Little Finger”, created by someone called May Parker. Of course, he investigates.

Reasons why I love it: The last line of this fic always makes me grin like an idiot. I really love the way FRIDAY teases Rhodey here, their dialogue is super fun. And of course, I'm always a sucker for Irondad, so Tony and Peter being adorable together makes me beyond happy. You should give this one a read, it's wonderful!

Don't Overthink It by Potrix

Pairing: Rhodey & Tony, Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,883 Tags: Protective Rhodey, Misunderstandings, First Kiss

Summary: Now, Jim is about as straight as a person can be—tested a couple of times by drunkenly making out with his best friend, which Tony loves to bring up whenever it’s really inappropriate to do so—but he has no problem admitting that, objectively speaking, Barnes is an attractive guy. He’s got that whole gruff, frowny, bad boy thing a lot of people are into going on, but whenever he actually does smile, it’s devastating. One time, Jim had seen a girl on the street do a double-take and nearly walk into a magazine stand after Barnes had smiled at one of Tony’s dumb jokes. Or, alternatively; Rhodey means well, meddles, and actually sort-of-kind-of ends up helping in the end.

Reasons why I love it: Aaah, meddling Rhodey, my beloved! His concern for Tony's well-being is so sweet, and I love how he has Tony's back without ever intending to mention it to him. Also, the background Winteriron romance is adorable, they're such dorks in love. Please go and check this one out if you haven't, it's amazing!

Interlude by icarus_chained

Pairing: Rhodey & Tony, Natasha & Tony Rating: G Words: 1,830 Tags: Fluff, Team Dynamics, Rest

Summary: After 48 hours of drawn out global action on behalf of the Avengers and SHIELD, Tony and Rhodey come aboard the Helicarrier for debrief and downtime. People are tired and frazzled, and slighly more unguarded than usual.

Reasons why I love it: This is such a sweet look at the team behind closed doors. I especially loved the banter between Rhodey, Tony and Fury, and how this truly feels like a deleted post-battle scene. Plus, that little sincere Rhodey-Tony moment at the end there made me super happy. I love this one, and I bet you will too!

[starl3ght]

//~John “Soap” MacTavish hcs~//

A/N: Oh this man something else. Johnny gets all the baddies👁👄👁. I’ll probably make a weekly schedule at some point. König oneshot is coming soon too. I’ve been feeling sick so imma leave this here but I’ll get better.

Drop down requests and follow!!

Contains: sex, drinking/drunk soap, comfort, some little angst, Ghost being annoyed, chaos

MINORS WATCH YOURSELVES!!!

Enjoy!<3

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• Oh this cocky bastard

• You liked him first. He knew and teased you or flirted with you a lot

• But he would never make you feel like he was playing with your feelings

• So if he misbehaves or says something dumb in public you probably hit him and tell him to be quiet

• 141 feels sorry for you. Ghost is grateful you put Soap in his place

• When he gets home from a mission he will literally wake you up with no hesitation. Walks into the room and turns on the lights.

• “Bonnie, wakey wakey love I’m home!”

• You groan in annoyance with your eyes still closed. “Johnny it’s 2 am, but god…screw it”

• You get out of bed then jump onto him and he places his hands under your thighs and kisses you.

• If he sees you crying or just mentally exhausted he’ll wrap his arms around you. Will try cracking a joke or just anything to make you laugh

• Doodles or sketches in his time. It’s a fun hobby and for his creativity. Buys notebooks or sketchbooks at the store there’s no more space to put them

• He’ll get drunk and it’ll be the most fucking hilarious thing ever

• Ghost has to bring him home because he can’t be on the street. Absolutely not

• “Ghost?” You look next to him and see your boyfriend clinging to the masked man.

• “Take him. Mate had too much bourbon” Ghost is clearly tired and annoyed

• Soap would look at you and loudly whispers to Ghost. “She looks like Y/N, wait you were supposed to take me home L.T.”

• You’ll laugh at him for sure. Ghost throws him onto the couch and he’s already knocked out

• Oh how it’s hot in the bedroom 🧍‍♀️

• He’s a switch. Likes seeing you in control at times.

• If you have something sexy or new on then forget it. He’ll rip it off and get to action. (R.I.P your money)

• Praises you well and how he moans because of how tight it is for him

• Aftercare? He’ll most likely fall asleep on your chest when you’re done

• Please look after him when you shop

• You might need to put a leash on him

• Wanders around the stores and you can’t find him the next 30 minutes

• You were in line with the cart waiting for him once and he brought a NERF gun.

• “No, put it back.” He won’t stop. “Pleaseeee bonnie, it’s a new edition!!”

• You look at him with an almost offended look

• “You have a job with real guns and explosives is that not enough for you? Put it back.”

• yeah…

• You gave in and bought it for him

• Nightmares are present at times. Like 3-4 times a month

• You found him in the bathroom once against the wall hyperventilating

• You kneel in front of him and pull him to you. His response was to wrap his arms around your waist and he tries to catch his breath

• “Breathe Johnny…you’re safe with me baby, c’mon let’s go back to bed yeah?” He’ll nod and you lead him back to the bedroom

• You’ll give him water and lay next to him and he falls asleep hugging you with his face in your chest

[randomperson99sworld]

Ruffled Feathers 🪶

~ Part 12 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly), PHYSICAL ABUSE (Not by Dean).

Word Count: 893

A/N: Poor Julia :( her dad is such an ass. Hope you guys are enjoying it so far. As stated always, this story is cross posted on my Wattpad which will be updated before here. Happy reading! ♥️

The next afternoon, Julia's phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, the sound blending into the quiet hum of the house. She wasn't in the mood to talk, not with everything that had been going on. But something in her gut told her to pick up the call.

It was her aunt. Her voice was low, cautious, as if delivering something fragile. "Jules... your mom passed this morning."

For a moment, Julia's world froze. She stared at the floor, not really seeing it. The words didn't feel real, like they were just bouncing off her, unable to break through the walls she'd built up over the years.

"Oh," was all she managed to say.

"She'd been sick for a long time, you know that," her aunt continued. "I know you two didn't—"

"I'll be fine," Julia interrupted, her voice flat. She wasn't ready for the inevitable conversation about regrets, about the relationship that had never healed. About the years of silence between them.

The funeral came and went, and Julia didn't show up. She couldn't. She knew her father would be there, and facing him was the last thing she wanted.

But a few days later, guilt gnawed at her, and she found herself driving back to her hometown to the cemetery. She thought maybe if she visited her mom's grave, maybe if she said something—anything—it would give her some closure.

When she pulled up, the gravel crunching under her tires, she saw him standing there. Her father, stiff and angry, his back to her as he stared at the freshly dug grave. The tension in the air was palpable, even from a distance.

Julia hesitated, gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. She wasn't sure she could do this. But she hadn't come all this way to back down. Not now.

She stepped out of the car, the cool breeze biting at her skin as she approached him. Each step felt heavier than the last.

"I didn't expect to see you here,"  George, her father said, not turning around. His voice was cold and distant.

"I came to pay my respects," Julia said, keeping her tone even. "I didn't come for a fight."

George finally turned to face her, his eyes dark with disappointment and something deeper—resentment, maybe. "You didn't come to the funeral, Julia. Your own mother's funeral. And you think showing up here now means something?"

Julia swallowed the knot in her throat. "I couldn't be there, Dad. You know why."

"Yeah," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "Because you never cared enough to make things right with her. You're just like her, you know that? Always running, always hiding when things get hard."

The words hit her like a slap, but Julia kept her composure. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing how much they stung. "I didn't come here to argue with you."

"Then why are you here?" he snapped, stepping closer, his face twisted with anger. "To ease your guilt? To pretend like you cared when you couldn't even bother to show up?"

Julia's blood boiled, her patience wearing thin. She had held her tongue for years, but something in her snapped. "Maybe I didn't come because I didn't want to stand there pretending we were some happy family. I didn't want to be around you. You never made things better, Dad—you made them worse. She may have been cold, but you were just cruel."

Her father's face darkened, his fists clenching at his sides. "Watch it, girl."

Julia shook her head, stepping back but keeping her gaze locked on his. "No, I'm done watching it. I've been watching it my whole life. You made it impossible to be around either of you. I didn't come to the funeral because I didn't want to stand there pretending to mourn a woman who never even tried to understand me—and certainly not with you hovering around like you've been some saint."

It was too much for him. Before she could react, her father's hand lashed out, striking her across the face. The sharp sting bloomed into a burning pain around her eye. She stumbled back, her hand instinctively flying up to touch her face. Her vision blurred with tears—not from sadness but from the shock of it.

For a moment, everything was silent except for the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

George's face was set in stone, unyielding, unfeeling. "You don't talk about her that way. Not in front of me."

Julia's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, but the anger inside her was stronger than the pain. Without saying another word, she turned on her heel and stormed toward her car, every step harder than the last. Her heart pounded in her ears as she fumbled for her keys, her hands shaking.

As she slammed the car door shut, she glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the black-and-blue forming around her eye. It only fueled the rage already burning in her chest. Her father had always been that way—quick to anger, quick to hurt.

But this time? This time was the last.

Julia revved the engine, tearing down the road away from the cemetery. She was done—done with him, done with that toxic part of her life.

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Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon)Part 27

(I suggest you check out parts 1-26 if you haven't already)

Vinny stayed sitting up in bed, not being able to go back to sleep how could he? Some weird figure that's he's never seen was in here watching him sleep and probably the reason for that awful nightmare. The cameraman reached for a bottle of water and drank from it. He stood up and wobbled slightly before going over to the bathroom. Vinny stared at the mirror and washed his face, "It wasn't real....then who was that...?" he thought as he looked down at the sink his hands holding onto both sides of it.

"Should I tell someone....? I can't tell Garm...he'd freak out....Nya? No....she'd tell Lloyd and I don't want that...." Vinny said as he splashed water over his face a second time. An idea popped in his head, "Wu! He'd probably know what to do....he won't tell anyone.....hopefully..." Vinny said before realising something, "Where's all the others...it's the only 6pm and how didn't they see that person come in....then again it did just disappear as well..." Vinny said as he continued talking to himself.

"Holy shit...I really have lost it haven't I....I'm probably seeing things....I'm just tired.....but I don't want to go to sleep..." Vinny said as he looked back at the mirror. He jumped back in surprise, to his surprise he reflection was looking back smiling it's eyes were a different colour they were now dark red..... Vinny grabbed a toothbrush to try and defend himself even though it would do nothing. "Are you scared~?" The reflection said as it grabbed the toothbrush from Vinny. the cameraman was really shaken up.

"You-You're not real.." Vinny whimpered out fearfully. "Yes I am...I'm as real as you, as Lloyd, as Nya as all the ninja and I'm as real as Garmadon~ He's real isn't he~ actually here's a bigger question! Are you real~!" The reflection asked Vinny stumbled back, "Y-yes...what kind of dumb question is that!? If anyone no, anything isn't real it's you!" Vinny said in a panicky tone before quieting his tone since Garmadon was sleeping.

The reflection smirked, "No need to worry about waking your boyfriend~ He won't be able to hear you~" the reflection teased as if swung the toothbrush around, "I don't know what you are....but are you even real?" Vinny asked, the reflection turned to him and smirked, "Of course I am~!" the reflection said as it stuck its head out of the mirror and grabbed Vinny by the collar. Vinny tired pulling away, but couldn't, "Even if you are real you're not me!" Vinny hissed as he dug his nails into the 'things' hands causing it to flinch its hands back.

The room changed colour from a blue and white scheme to a dark red and black scheme as the reflection climbed out of the mirror. "You know...I really thought this was gonna be easy...but he was right you really are smarter than you look~ Let me help you" The reflection spoke out as it went closer to Vinny and grabbed his cheeks making him look at it. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?!" the cameraman hissed. Trying to pry free of its grip, "Wow so much more aggressive as well, all bark not bite~" The reflection teased.

"Y'know....I saw the way you looked when you found out Misako upset Garmadon....I know you can kill....say how about we go after Lloyd and Nya~!" The reflection teased before summoning a dagger from thin air and placing it in Vinnys' hands. The cameraman looked at his hands and tightened the grip on the dagger. "What about your little boyfriend~ Well he isn't exactly little he's like twice your size, but, why don't I go hurt him...make him feel miserable...make him feel like he really hasn't changed and is still just a monster!" The reflection shouted before getting stabbed in the stomach by Vinny.

"Heh...good...perfect just what I wanted.." The reflection said before taking the dagger out which was covered in blood. "And wow did you stab hard...." it said as it twirled the dagger around, poor Vinny was so tired and sick of this. "Like I said before he was right about you being smarter...and more aggressive than you look..." the reflection chuckled before disappearing into thin air.

"What the fuck...?" Vinny said as the room returned to it's original blue and white colour scheme. "Who was that...who the fuck were they talking about..?" Vinny said as he began panicking and left the bathroom. "Fuck...all in my head..." the cameraman said as he sat back down on the bed.

"If it's all in my head why'd he know so much...." Vinny thought as he rested his face in his hands

(DAMN I'M TRAUMATISING HIM BUT I LOVE THIS CHAPTER IT'S MY FAVE SO FAR AND GARMADON JUST SLEEPING THROUGH IT MAKES ME DIE OF LAUGHTER)

[freshlyhooked]

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL YEAH I'LL PROMPT YOU OKAY WHAT'S UP man i had to scroll through a bit but THIS FEEL VERY DARBY-ESQUE AS DIALOGUE TO ME so it stood out

(17) “You know what? You can go shove that apology up your ass because I don’t want to hear any of it.”

or if you want to write Jack, because i always default to touch for him

(31) reassuring touches

oh my god KATYYYYYYY YOU’VE DONE ME THE INCREDIBLE HONOR OF PARTAKING IN TUMBLR PROMPT WRITER CULTURE FOR THE FIRST TIME AT THE BEHEST OF ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITE FANDOM AUTHORS EVER?!!??!?! we go fucking BIG or go HOME in this bitch which means you get BOTH PROMPTS for the price of ONE and then I KISS YOU!!!!!!! 

this got a little out of hand but.,. we live and we breathe. ENJOY!

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“I’m gettin’ real sick of your hot-and-cold, can’t-make-up-your-mind bullshit, Perry.” 

The back of the Scapegoat bus is rapidly approaching sauna-like levels of hot after spending all afternoon baking in the unrelenting South Carolina sun, and the cheap mobile AC unit Jack rigged up to the dash two months ago only works if the bus is running. East Coast gas prices are entirely too high right now for Jack to waste a few gallons sitting around in his dumb bus with the AC on, so sprawled out shirtless on the futon it is, killing time praying to a god Jack doesn’t believe in that everyone will just leave him the fuck alone until he’s scheduled for his promo later. 

Not praying hard enough, apparently, because the only warning Jack gets before tattooed knuckles are banging at the bus's back door is the crunch of thick rubber soles on gravel and a few carefully crafted expletives. Jack groans under his breath. The banging just gets louder. 

(The back door doesn’t lock. Jack knows that Darby knows the back door doesn’t lock. He bought the bus for less than five grand on Facebook Marketplace. The back door doesn’t fucking lock, and he’s still knocking.)

“Oh my god, fuck off!” Jack snaps after a few agonizing minutes, loud enough for Darby to hear through the metal walls once he realizes that Darby’s discovered his hiding spot and has no intention of leaving anytime soon. He kicks at one of the wheel wells hard enough to rock the bus's chassis for good measure; not that he’s foolish enough to believe it’ll scare Darby off, because it won’t, and it doesn’t. “Don’t you have a psycho cowboy to survive tonight? You got your stupid title shot, so—”

Darby must finally get tired of knocking, because there’s the godawful screech of the metal door handle scraping against the rusted, non-functional lock and then the back door swings wide open. It might be some kind of poetic irony how the fresh air that rushes in is an instant relief against Jack’s superheated skin, flushed and glistening with sweat in the light of the few rays of afternoon sunshine that sneak in around the Darby-shaped shadow now hunched in the doorway. 

“It smells like hot ass in here,” is the first thing Darby murmurs once the door’s open, quiet and unobtrusive, in direct opposition to how he’s just barging in like he owns the damn place, as per the fuckin’ usual. Jack’s still blinking hard against the sudden bright sunshine, trying to get his vision to focus. For a moment he’s terrified, trying to recall where he’d stashed the belt before he remembers it’s tucked under the driver’s seat up front. Darby knows that, too. So why is he…?

“Why the fuck won’t you leave me alone?” Jack growls once his eyes finally adjust to the contrast, picks out Darby’s face against the lightly graffiti’d backdrop of the bus walls just to fling one of his lumpy travel pillows at it. Darby dodges. Jack goes to stand, but the heat maybe took a little more out of him than he thought, because he gets about halfway to his feet before his vision starts to spin. One hand smacks hard against the steel wall as Jack scrambles to balance himself, stomach churning, and— “Jesus Christ, dude, were you trying to kill yourself back here? Jack, you’re burning up.”

Darby’s hands are cold. They’re not usually cold, Jack’s familiar enough with the rope calluses on Darby’s palms to know that much, but right now they’re just another stark relief. He must’ve come straight from inside the arena. Cool fingers press against Jack’s cheeks, his forehead, splay across the dip of his collarbone, and between one blink and the next he’s sitting down, back pressed against the wall, overwhelmed by the dizziness. His futon is drenched in sweat. Jack hopes Darby doesn’t mind. 

Another blink, and Darby’s got Jack’s water bottle in his left hand; screws the top off with his right as Jack blinks blearily at him, trying to figure out where he’d procured it from, because not even Jack can remember where he’s got the thing stashed half the time. But the bottle’s open, and Jack is nauseous as fuck, and Darby’s coaxing the rim of it between his lips, so it would be foolish not to just grab the damn thing and drink, right? 

The only sound for a few precious moments is the creak of the rusty hinges on the bus door as it sways a little in the breeze. Jack sucks down what’s left of the water in his bottle in hopes that maybe, just maybe Darby will fuck right back off to wherever he came from once he’s done, but Jack polishes off the bottle and scrubs the back of his hand over his mouth and the moron is still fucking staring at him. 

(The dizziness abates some, though, once he’s a little more hydrated. Maybe he should’ve spent the extra cash on gas for the AC after all.) 

“What?” Jack rasps, the petulant huff tugged free from his chest when the prickling silence and the staring combination become too much. Darby doesn’t answer immediately, just plucks the empty bottle from Jack’s palm and eyes him with a look Jack can’t place. It makes him nervous. Most things make him nervous these days. And then Darby opens his mouth. “You lose one cage match and your first course of action is to burn yourself alive in the back of your shitty bus?” 

Jack’s still swallowing down the last of the nausea, weak all over, but it does nothing to keep him from flipping the double bird at where Darby’s now crouching between his feet. “You’d know a lot about that, right? Burning people alive. Fucking psycho,” Jack grumbles, kicks one heel out to try and topple Darby over when he swats at his wrists in response. There’s a scoff and then the offending leg is snatched up by cool fingers, curving around Jack’s ankle, firm against the bare strip of skin between his rolled-up pant leg and where his sock begins. Jack kicks again, weaker, not aggressive enough to dislodge them. “Jealous I’ll finish the job before you can?”

Darby doesn’t respond. Not verbally, at least. Those cold fingers tighten around Jack’s ankle for a moment, a brief squeeze, and then they’re skimming up the length of his calf, tucking beneath the rolled fabric of his jeans. The temperature difference prickles goosebumps along Jack’s skin, makes the hair at the nape of his neck stand on end. Like this, Darby between Jack’s spread legs, it’s almost like they’re back in Nashville; both soaked through with sweat and blood, reeking of gasoline and shitty grease paint, Darby’s hands on Jack’s skin, and— 

Darby needs to leave. Jack needs to make Darby leave now.

“You need to—”

“You’re hiding in here,” Darby says, the words carefully chosen, and it isn’t a question. Jack stares at him, expression maybe a little too openly off-balance, because every conversation between them anymore is a damn game of chess and Darby never hesitates to press his advantage. “You’ve been hiding in here all day. From who? From me?” 

“From—” Everybody. “—nobody, you dick. Not everything is about you.”

“From your EVP buddies?”

Jack sits up with a start, shoots his hands out to shove once, hard, at Darby’s shoulders. Darby’s not expecting the sudden motion, goes over easy with a muffled curse, and then they’re tussling on the floor of the bus. Because god forbid the two of them sit alone in a space for more than five minutes without either fighting or fucking, right? 

“Get the fuck out.” Jack’s fingers curl tight around Darby’s shirt collar. A seam pops. Jack’s just glad Darby’s wearing a shirt at all.

“Matt, right? You mad at him for last week?” Darby rips Jack’s hairtie out. Curls half-matted together with sweat come down in front of his eyes. Jack’s obscured vision makes it easy for Darby to flip them, forcing Jack onto his back, pinning his shoulders to the shoddy carpet squares he bought on clearance when he realized he probably needed to cover up the rusty bus floor before somebody got tetanus. Jack gnashes his teeth, shoves at Darby’s arms. They don’t budge. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” Darby replies too quickly, shrugs too casually, and Jack hates that he can tell it’s a lie. He shouldn’t know these things about Darby. How his fingers twitch when he’s focused. How he blinks fast when he’s trying not to laugh. Jack’s dizzy all over again trying to figure him out when Darby settles back, sits on Jack’s hips to keep him prone. Jack struggles for a few tense seconds, bucks and squirms to see if he can dislodge Darby’s weight, but—

A trash can clatters somewhere outside the bus. Jack realizes all at once that he’s shirtless, Darby’s perched on his waist, and the back door is still wide open. Darby’s grinning. Jack’s ears are burning. He goes still. 

“Darby,” Jack catches his breath and tries again. Forces his voice to stay level, quiet, because he’s acutely aware that if anyone were to come wandering back near the trailer bay parking lot and see them through the open door this would be incredibly difficult to explain away. He can’t even explain it to himself, Darby’s insatiable obsession with him, but— but maybe it’s Jack’s fault in the first place. Enabling, and all that. “What do I have to do to make you leave?”

To his credit, at least, Darby doesn’t beat around the bush. “Tell me why you keep sending me away.”

Jack… laughs. A real laugh, disbelieving, maybe a little bit mean. “Did you hit your head? Are— Are you fucking serious?” And it is mean, but it’s not Jack’s fault. He knows a lot about Darby, and Darby doesn’t typically ask stupid questions. “Darby— we don’t— we can’t do this. I—”

“Then why’d you let me in? Last week?”

Jack freezes up. His tongue goes thick in his mouth, clumsy, visions of spine tattoos and ice blue eyes dancing in his head. Darby doesn’t let up. “Before then, too. In Vegas.”

“...The back door doesn’t lock. Nobody let you in.” Jack croaks after a terrifyingly weighted pause, a misdirection, a non-answer. He’s never been good at chess. Darby knows that, too.

“You would have, if I asked.”

Jack goes tense. Narrows his eyes. “And— And I would’ve given you a fucking title shot, too, if you had asked.”

When it comes to their game of misdirections and half-truths, it’s probably too honest for Jack to confess; but it’s easier to admit he would’ve given away the title shot than attempt to come face-to-face with his own feelings. Maybe that’s why Darby still looks upset, brow furrowed in frustration, and Jack realizes suddenly what Darby’s real goal is. Darby wants him to put a name to this. Darby wants Jack to label this tenuous something between them that isn’t just fits of passion borne from residual bloodlust. Jack’s stomach goes cold with fear. “Darby, I—” 

“No— No, Jack, you listen to me—”

“—Look, I’m sorry, okay? This isn’t—”

“I don’t want your fucking sorries!” Jack isn’t expecting the outburst. His jaw clicks shut when Darby shouts, shoves at Jack’s shoulders, eyes going wide and furious. Worried for a second that Darby’s back in a fighting mood, that they’re going to draw unwanted attention, Jack tenses up. Anticipates a punch that doesn’t happen, because as fast as it had come, Darby’s anger is gone. Instead, it almost sounds like exhaustion, when Darby sighs. “Take— take all your stupid, half-baked apologies and shove ‘em up your ass. I didn’t come here for you to say you’re sorry.”

Jack can’t look him in the eyes. “Then what did you come here for, Darby?”

Is it terrible to admit that it’s not quite a surprise? Darby, as good as he is at twisting his words, at making Jack feel like he’s winning until he’s accidentally bared half his soul… it’s not his preferred method of communication. No, Darby’s all action; hard lines of movement, of strength, and it’s the same now, when Darby buries his hands in Jack’s hair and presses them together hard at the mouth. 

And even this is usually a battleground, too. Kisses are generally a war, between them— gnashing teeth and tongue, just another way to play the game, to decide a winner. But it’s different today. Today, Darby holds him still and teases into his mouth like a lover, and at least this part is unexpected enough to bring Jack pause. It’s the middle of the day, and the bus door is wide open, and Darby’s tongue does something that rips a groan from Jack’s chest, and… 

Sometime later, Jack comes to. 

He’s dizzy, but there’s a cool breeze washing over his skin, gentle fingers brushing curls out of his eyes as he pants for breath against Darby’s lips. There’s something unspoken there in the way that Darby looks at him. It’s noisier outside, more foot traffic, and Jack can hear people talking, the jingle of keys as more staff pull up to the arena. For all of two seconds Darby seems frustrated, annoyed, and then he’s… sitting up. Standing to his feet. Leaves Jack boneless and devastated on the floor, still trying to blink himself back into coherence, and flicks Jack’s hairtie back into his face for good measure. Jackass.

“I’ll win tonight. And the belt, too,” Darby says, and the words are absolutely, completely meaningless; Jack already knows. There’s a determination on Darby’s face that hadn’t been there before, not even when demanding his TNT title shot in the cage, and Jack has an awful, terrifying theory on the reason behind it that he’s saving for later. It’s easier to have an emotional breakdown in an actual bed. “And turn the fuckin’ AC on, if you’re planning on staying out here until call time.”

“Get lost, Darby,” Jack mutters back. There’s no heat behind it. The bus chassis shakes as Darby steps through the door, hops off the back stoop into the gravel below, and Jack sits up just to watch him go. Stares at the hard line of the spine tattoo peeking out from beneath the collar of Darby’s shirt until it disappears behind the rest of the trailers and then he’s alone again, though it isn’t as triumphant a victory as he’d hoped. 

Because it isn’t a victory at all; Darby’s going to keep wedging himself in between Jack and the rest of the Elite until he’s satisfied, until he has Jack all to himself, and god fucking damn it, Jack’s going to let him.

(He turns the AC on.)

-/\-

[honeybunniii333]

Could you try Chrevinstoph with time loop?

Of course lol//

November 13th, 3 am, Chris read before sliding to unlock his phone to read the text Nevin had just sent. "Hey, wanna go to the park today?" He was up yet again for a nightmare he couldn't recall now... Nevin was always up at random times, so it wasn't odd to find a text from some ungodly time. "Sure." he texted back. "You're up early, everything ok?" Nevin asked his reply came immediately. "Yeah, just a dumb dream, wanna go now?" He asked anything to get out of the house. "Yeah, I'll meet you in your yard. Give me 10."

Peaceful, that was the easiest way for Chris to describe being with Nevin. Despite having a tendency to cause trouble, Nevin was surprisingly pleasant to be around when you knew him... and Chris felt warm and fuzzy despite the cold fall chill in the air. The park had become a frequent destination for the two boys' late night hangouts. Nevin had been feeling cramped at his house with how tense things were with Drew, and Chris's house was an obvious no. So they'd found themselves here a lot more than normal, usually chatting on the swings or doing something dumb on the playground set. Nevin was swinging low to the ground, talking about a new game he'd played the other day... and this whole scenario felt familiar, eery, like Nevin had talked about this before or something... but Chris was probably thinking of something else. Yeah... That was all.

He droned on and on, and normally Chris loved hearing the boy mumble on about whatever, but.. the dejavu was getting to him. This felt wrong. He had that horrible twisting feeling that something was wrong. "Hey!" he blurted out after a moment, his voice shaking with nerves. Nevin stopped talking, seeming startled at being interrupted. "uhm.. ah.. we should go." Chris got to his feet quickly, the sick feeling, making him wobble. "... are you okay, dude? do you feel sick or something.?" He asked brown eyes, flashing with worry as he steadied the other by the shoulders. "Yes, yes, I'm fine.. we just.. we gotta go." he insisted firmly, and Nevin nodded. "Okay, lead the way." he motioned his breath slightly visible as he spoke. Soon, Chris was dragging the shorter boy along away from the park. Wrong wrong wrong, this all felt wrong. He was so focused on the sick feeling and the panic of getting away that he didn't register anything else until "CHRIS!" Nevins voice rang out, accompanied by screeching tires. There hadn't even been a car before. He was so sure of it... and yet his body met concrete so hard it knocked the wind out of him. Quiet, everything was way too quiet... "Nevin?.." he wheezed out as he shakily pushed himself up, his vision slowly becoming mostly clear again. There wasn't an answer... why... wasn't he answering? The ringing in his ears made everything feel slow as he turned his body around and...

He.. he couldn't process this.. how was he meant to process the image of his best friend (and crush) crumpled a few feet away on the hard cement of the road. blood pooling around his battered body, which was only visible because of the headlights shining on his form from the very thing that had done this to him....he... what was he seeing? This couldn't be...real. Nevin was invincible.. he couldn't die...

Screaming.. there was screaming, and it took a moment to register that the agonizing crys were coming from him as he scrambled over to the other. Trying desperately to get him to wake up. Please, not again... but no matter how hard he begged or how much he shook him. Nevin didn't stir. He looked awful. Blood was dripping down his forehead and nose. His eyes were barely open, but Chris could see how dull they were. There was no life to them... tears welled in his eyes as he realized that... he was gone... This was too much. He looked up as the driver of the car slowly got out, and his eyes widened immediately when he saw a familiar face. A face smiling like this was the most amusing thing ever. "D̸a̵d̷.̷.̶.̸?̴"̵

He gasped as he shot up in his bed. He was in a cold sweat and choked a little, gasping for breath as he grasped at the sheets under him... His bedroom, he was in his bedroom. A...dream. Was it..a dream.? He pulled his phone off the charger and checked the time. 3 am. Nov, 12th... There was a recent text from Nevin...what...what was happening? he checked the text just to be sure, and...

"Hey, wanna go to the park today?"

[natasha-in-space]

can I request an imagine about saeyoung comforting you when you're sick? 😤

Ayyy one of my favorites tropes! :D

"What are you doing here...?"

This was somewhat of a dumb question coming from you, but your mind was just too groggy and fatigued with illness to think rationally at the moment. You had been stuck in your bed for the whole day now, getting up only to use the bathroom or drink some water in between your feverish naps. This was one of those days that you just wanted to pass by you as quickly as possible so that you could get on with your life as if nothing has even happened soon after. Nobody likes getting sick, yet it's a part of human experience that you just have to suffer through, whether you want to or not.

You could hear your partner chuckle slightly under his breath as he came into the room and closed the door behind him as quietly as possible so as to not disturb you too much with an unwanted noise.

"Oh, just checking up on my sick little alien, that's all."

Taking a seat beside your bed, Saeyoung pressed his hand to your sweaty forehead, making you lean into his cool touch out of pure instinct. You must have looked like a complete mess right now, considered the fact that you have not left your bed for the entire day. Well, it's not like you cared much about that right now, anyways. Either way, you could see concern slowly rising in his eyes as he studied you carefully, like a true doctor assessing you from just one look alone.

He would make a handsome doctor... Or a very pretty nurse at that...

Oh God, this fever is making you think of a few very bizarre things-

"Ugh, I told you to just leave me alone for the day... I don't want to get you sick as well." You groaned, shutting your eyes tightly and turning your burning face to the opposite direction from the redhead that was slowly filling your every thought like a different sort of sickness. If there's one good thing out of this fever, it's that he probably couldn't tell the difference between your feverish blush and the embarrassed one. "I'm just going to sleep all day and hope that my body does all the work for me."

"Who says you can't do exactly that, though?" You could hear him shuffling about, probably cleaning up all the used up tissues that were scattered about on your nightstand. "You can just lay there and get better, while I bring you anything you need, so that you don't have to strain yourself. And I'm sure Saeran wouldn't mind cooking you up some yummy soup that's going to do wonders to your tummy! You're acting like you're living all alone, when it's obviously not the case."

Despite your resolve, you could feel yourself starting to smile as the images of what your partner was describing slowly formed in your mind, making your chest feel warm and fuzzy at the notion of being cared for like that. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just... let go and let others take care of you for once. And you did miss having company around you, even if you tried to deny it. Being sick sucked, but it sucked even more if you're dealing with the struggles of it all by yourself.

"...Okay. That actually sounds... kinda nice. Thank you, Saeyoung."

You gave him a tired but warm smile, which he returned with one of his own, running a hand through your messy hair and making you sigh in satisfaction as result of his pleasant touch. "That's a good kitten.*

Soon after, you found yourself sitting up in your bed, prepped up by a few pillows and holding a plushie of your hacker boyfriend close to your chest, with the real Saeyoung carefully placing a bowl of steaming porridge on your now neatly stacked bedside.

"What's that?" You asked, rubbing at your eyes and trying to sniff out any distinguishing scents from the dish, only to fail miserably due to your clogged up nose.

God, you hated being sick.

"Saeran decided to make you a bowl of dakjuk, and since cooking is a field of science too advanced for my genius brain, I decided to go along with my little bro's suggestion. Smells amazing, so I'm sure you'll feel better in no time! I wonder if he'll cook the same for me if I get sick..." He placed a hand to his chin, as if he was lost deep in thought, making you giggle at his adorable display.

"I'm sure he would, love. It's a shame I won't be able to taste it fully, though." You replied, smiling warmly at the thought. Saeran's care showed in his actions more than anything. You were certain that he'd be more than willing to help his brother get better, albeit not nursing him back to health directly. "Will you feed me?"

Saeyoung winked at you, booping your nose with a tip of his finger. "You don't even have to ask, my cutest patient! Doctor Choi will take utmost care of you and your soup."

Can't forget about the soup.

Even despite your sickness, you could feel the overwhelming warmth and smooth texture of a porridge-like mixture filling your mouth, making you close your eyes and appreciate the cozy flavor of this dakjuk to the best of your abilities. Gulping down the first spoonful, you nodded with approval, your eyes twinkling with happiness for the first time today. "Mm! You know, even if I can't taste much, I can tell that that's a very good dakjuk. Do tell Saeran that I loved it, okay?"

"Oh, I already did before I brought it here." He shrugged, making you raise an eyebrow in a silent question. "I know Saeran's food is going to be amazing, so why wait, eh?"

"You're impossible sometimes." You snickered, playfully rolling your eyes at him. Saeran's annoyed glare was all you could picture at the back of your mind, only making you want to laugh even more.

Once you've finished your porridge, Saeyoung tucked you back into bed, although you had to shoo him away before he could place a kiss to your lips as he usually did. You did promise him to double your daily kisses once you get better in response to the put he gave you, but you definitely did not want your partner to get sick because of you, which is why a small sacrifice had to be made. You chattered between yourselves for about a hour more about this and that, jumping from one topic to another, as it often happened whenever you two started up a conversation. Listening to Saeyoung babbling away excitedly about his day or his interests always did put a smile on your face.

"I love you." You murmured, squeezing his hand in yours and slowly closing your eyes once more, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

A content smile adorned your flushed face as you felt him place a single loving kiss to the warm skin of your forehead, before caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. "I love you too, kitten. Get better for me so that I can kiss you properly the first thing tomorrow morning, okay?"

[sillybruja]

keep reading if you wanna know about the craziest liar and well known spn roleplayer I've met on tumblr

I will never forget being on tumblr from 2011 - 2015 and being in the supernatural role playing community. It was both one of the best, and worst experiences of my entire life. I role played as Dean Winchester (and actually my page is still up, and I might start up again) and had a fairly large following.

during 2011, the SPN rp community just started growing so I, among a few of my mun friends, were like the "It girls and guys". It's so insane to think about it now, 10+ years later. There were people out there who did not roleplay that would follow me, and reblog my threads just because they appreciated by writing ^.^ it was so sweet. Back to my memory lol.

Anyways, I made friends with a rper on here who ran a Castiel account. We very obviously shipped Dean & Cas, and so did a lot of people. People even shipped us xD we had a ship name and everything. This person became my best friend in real time.

I really really thought I knew this person. He told me everything, every part of his life, every heart break from some dumb guy, every accident he's ever made, etc. I saw him as not only a best friend but a brother.

around 2013, my life took a turn -- things got more serious for me, and I fell off from roleplaying for a bit, and we lost contact. I remember he just eventually stopped responding to my messages. This wasn't okay for me because before he ghosted me, he told me he was really sick. I was always worried that the last text I sent him was the last I'd ever hear from him.

Eventually he did respond to me, and I remember him saying, "I'm fine, I might just be gone for a while. It's not your fault" and that was that. Mind you, I was 10+ years younger, and I really felt devastated.

Several months later, I logged back onto my roleplaying account. I remember being spammed with asks and messages about him. One of our mutuals sent me a message saying he had passed away a month prior. She showed me the go fund me that was started for him to cover his funeral expenses. My heart was shattered.

The next year was spent of thinking about him almost every day. I felt so sorry that things ended the way they did, and that he was gone. I honestly felt grief that entire year.

In 2015, I get this intuitive 'nudge' to check my tumblr again. This time when I log in, I see appreciation posts about him, and all of those feelings come back. I remember trying to get back into rping in honor of him, and I remember coming across an account that seemed awfully familiar.

This was another castiel account, almost identical in text, aesthetic, vocabulary, even same psds. I just knew it was him. I can't tell you how, I just did. I remember thinking I was crazy and that this was grief... but, unfortunately, I was right.

Eventually, I gathered the nerve to reach out to this account. I cannot remember the name they gave me. But I talked to them, and I sort of played detective lol.

I deeply knew it was him and felt like it was so wrong that he lied about everything, had everyone upset, and took HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS from people who donated for his funeral.

One day, I was just tired of being nice. I approached him about it all. Of course he denied it. I badgered him about it though, and I even told him that what he is doing is illegal, and that he owes it to people who are mourning a very much alive person.

I didn't stop until he came forward.

He said, "I'm sorry, I had to do this to be with my boyfriend" and my jaw was on the freaking floor.

I told him to come forward, or I will have to do something about this.

Of course, he did not. Instead, he deleted his account. I tried to make a claim against him, but it was never looked into.

I will never forget that.

and if he's still out there, I hope he actually understands the weight of his actions. and I hope justice gets served.

[laniminchanlix]

Okay a little something to get off my chest here cause this is getting way out of hand for no reason at all !! And it’s getting to wild and I’m so tired of it.

‼️FALSE INFORMATION‼️ to sit here and falsely claim idols for doing something they didn’t do is just so wrong of you and so sick !!! How could you sit there and believe such lovely human beings are like this !! Know your facts before you say shi. Especially abt kpop idols if you was really a fan you would know your info. Yes there has been sum pretty fucked up men idols in the k-pop industry. Such as the burning sun scandal. But that’s a whole case that was solved years ago and a wholeeeee different case. Sadly, the nth room is a thing, but it HAPPNED around the same time as the burning sun scandal was happening. The nth room happened in 2019 !! It’s basically similar to the burning sun but the nth room is a chat room in the Korean community on telegram where men will go in a chat room to see these videos and photos of women/minors getting sexually assaulted and murdered. There was 200 men in there 10-20 of them were k-pop idols and the rest were politicians of the Korean community. This case has been solved alr and there is no official list of the 10-20 idols that were in that chat room, and it’s not gonna be released because there entertainment is obviously trying to protect there entertainment . There is no list ‼️‼️ and will never be one (I don’t think.) but to sit here and wrongly accuse such talented people and start a whole rumor and ruin their lives !! That is so fucked yall ain’t real fans obviously!! ✋🏽💯 your gonna ruin there careers after all the fucking hard work these idols put into what they love doing, GAVE UP THERE WHOLE YOUTH FOR THERE SPOT THEY IN NOW !! This is all happening over one classified information abt taeil from NCT. His case is real but to just randomly start another rumor over a predator is crazy, AND THE FACT THERE IS SOME OF YALL DEFENDING TAEIL YALL ARE WILD!!!

I’d be damned to let any Stan of another kpop group try to accuse my HUSBAND Changbin of doing such a sick thing. Changbin is such a sweetheart and babygirl coded 🥰🥰, bro wouldn’t even hurt a fly same goes for the rest of the boys and any other kpop idol that was accused of this!! These idols on the falsely claimed list worked hard for what they do!! And this is getting out of hand and it needs to stop cause things are gonna be way worse than they are now. If you were truly a kpop fan and really love your group you stan and you stand for them and care for em you would know that this is something they would never do cause you would just know, our idols are such loving people to walk this earth and has helped me through my life💯❤️. This is getting to far…, and honestly just gonna start blowing up entertainments emails to put a thing out on twitter that it’s false info!! Cause I’m not standing for this shit hell no. Yall “fans” are fucked in the head if you ever believe a single thing abt this yall fake ass fans. THIS IS ALL ONLY HAPPENING OVER TAEIL!! Yall should be focusing on that news abt his shi and tripping over that instead of sum stupid ass rumor of falsely accusing good idols. ✋🏽‼️‼️

So to anyone who sees anything abt the nth room list ‼️‼️‼️ this is all the info you need !! It is not real those members did not do such things!! So need to be freaking out now. And to the people saying “yall worried abt your biases, but not the women that got sexually assaulted in those videos?” Umm🤨 obviously we do you dumb fuck !! That shit is sick 😓. It’s the fact your gonna wrongly accuse someone and ruin there lives for no reason. Tf are any of us supposed to do abt the videos and pics in that chat room ?? 🤨 ITS CHILD PORNOGRAPHY !! We can’t do shit abt it unless the cops do an investigation on it and like I said THIS HAPPNED YEARS AGO SO THE CASE WAS SOLVED JUST NO CLASSIFIED INFO ABT THE PEOPLE IN THE CHAT ROOM !!! These kpop boys were minors at this time there is no way they would do sum like that with such a young beautiful soul and mind🙂‍↕️❤️‼️‼️ yall are all fucked in the head but yall believe what yall wanna believe. Im just gonna stand for you and I will not bite my tongue I will say sum to you and hurt your feelings. I don’t play when it comes to Straykids ✊🏽✊🏽😤 they the love of my lives 🥰❤️

[you-like-jazz69]

Ok so my first post I really hope y’all like it <33

I’m gonna do some headcanon’s for some of the mha boys having a crush on you (you lucky gem)

Btw characters are aged up 

Katsuki Bakugo

Imma be real with y’all this man has never had a proper relationship before.

With his bad attitude in middle school to high school he never got any bicthes

And at that time he just didn’t want a relationship.

Then you come in to the picture and he is like a teen in a cheesy romance movie (but way better at hiding it).

Always nervous when you are with him , thinking about you al the time , wanting things he used to think where dumb and sappy.

Then one day he tells kiri.

“Yea I just feel so odd around her/him/them but like in a good way????”

“Oh man *insert eye roll* you head over heels in love dude”

“WHAT NO IM NOT I-“

“Save your breath man you’ll figure it out”

“Whatever”

The next day the felt so flustered after his talk with kiri so he figured out that he quote was “head over heels” in love

Izuku Midoriya

At first he thought it was just admiration a very….. intense admiration.

But he comes to terms a lot faster then Bakugo and by himself.

One night he spirals kind of and then plans out his entire life with you.

Like when you wedding is , how many kids , your ring.

Wakes up in a pile of paper and late for work.

Shoto Todoroki

Takes him even longer then Bakugo cuz he can’t understand feelings

Goes to Momo for help (off topic but I love Momo <33)

Explains what he’s s feeling and ask if she thinks he’s getting sick

She holds in her laughter and tells him to do some research on love

He gets all blushy and mumble’s “ok thanks”

Trust me when I say he got a lot more blushy when he did research

Ok so I’m really tired rn so i’m gonna end it here I will only be doing these three characters for head cannons right now but if you have any would like to request feel free to do that.

I also do oneshots and scenarios look at my pinned post for more details <3333

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I can read your smile - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 5 - Make a wish

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

Wattpad | AO3

Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

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Chapter 5 - Make a wish

word count: 2.7k words

The end of the semester was quickly approaching, and with it the finals.

One night, a few days before a very important exam, Crystal knocked on Minho's door.

"Yea?" He asked, and she reluctantly opened it and went inside.

"Sorry for disturbing you..." she started, her eyes trailing off to Minho's desk where lots of books were scattered around. He looked stressed as well, there were dark eyes around his eyes and she hated having to disturb him, but she was in a crisis.

"No worries. What's up?" He brushed his hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes.

"I was reading about this concept but I can't figure out what it means..." she started, then quickly backtracked, being sure she's a pain in the ass. "But you must also be busy, so I'll just ask one of my classmates tomorrow-"

"Come here." He gestured her to come inside, for she was still in the doorframe holding onto her book protectively. "Show me."

She went in like a little child being scolded by their parents and handed him her book, pointing to the one concept she couldn't grasp.

"Why don't you sit down for a bit while I read it?" He smiled and urged her to sit down on the bed, and she obliged, watching him attentively read the paragraph she highlighted.

She didn't make any sounds, not wanting to disturb him as he carefully went through all the lines.

"Okay." He spoke after a few minutes. "What don't you understand from this?" He smiled, so Crystal began explaining the points she had trouble with. It was just a dumb thing probably, but no matter how many times she read it, she couldn't get anything from it.

Maybe she was just tired.

After hearing her out, Minho went with her through all the lines and they had a very proactive conversation on the subject that lasted for about an hour.

"Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!" She spoke happily after their talk. She was glad to finally understand what she's been struggling with for two days now. Minho had provided her with real life examples as well, and it finally made sense.

"I'm glad I could help you. And I'm glad I actually remembered that stuff." He laughed.

"Do you want some tea?" Crystal smiled.

"I'd kill for a coffee actually."

"No." She smiled cheerfully. "It's too late for coffee, but I will make you a green tea. It has caffeine as well, but it's better for you."

"Okay." He chuckled. "Green tea it is."

There were these small things that Crystal did, which Minho noticed. After he took care of her when she was sick, they seemed to get a bit closer. She was more relaxed, and she started doing small acts of service for him. Every morning, she would leave out breakfast for him, either some fruit, or a sandwich. She woke up earlier than him somehow, even if he would set an alarm. Or she would grab something for him, a protein bar most times, when she went to the supermarket. Or she would wash his dishes if he didn't have enough time to do so between Uni and practice. Or she would do these small things when taking care of him – convince him to drink tea instead of coffee, texting him to grab a jacket before heading out because it's cold, or leaving an umbrella out for him to grab if it would rain that day.

"Would you also like something to eat?" Crystal asked. "Maybe a sandwich? I bought some ham earlier today."

"Sounds good." He smiled. There she was, once again, doing something for him. He wanted to do something for her as well, so he was glad she came and talked to him about what she didn't understand.

Crystal headed to the kitchen and made tea and sandwiches for the both of them, but she didn't want to disturb Minho any further, so she only brought him his share, leaving hers on the kitchen table.

"Thanks." He smiled. "Aren't you having any?"

"I am, but I left them in the kitchen."

"Well, bring them here!" He urged her. "Actually, sit down, I'll bring them!" Before she got the chance to protest, he got up from his chair and rushed to the kitchen, bringing back her plate and her tea mug.

She felt happy, seeing him do this for her. She never had someone get out of their comfort zone to make her comfortable, and Minho kept doing that. She enjoyed his presence and talking to him, and they used this window of opportunity to talk a bit more about their classes, and themselves.

"I struggle badly with motivation to keep studying." Minho confessed after a few minutes while eating his sandwich. "This break is much appreciated."

"Really? You seem like a very determined person, though." Crystal chuckled.

"It's just appearances. When I'm in here, studying on my own, my mind keeps wandering to anywhere else." He laughed.

"Oh no!" Crystal exclaimed. "Is it better when you study with other people?"

"Well, it's definitely more motivating to see someone else actually working. It makes me feel bad I'm not doing the same thing."

"It makes sense, honestly. That's why the library is such an altar of knowledge." She joked as well.

"Crystal, you know what?" He spoke after contemplating for a few seconds. "Why don't you bring your stuff here? Let's study together!"

"Would that help you?" She smiled.

"Definitely! You focus really well, it would surely help me."

"Okay." She stood up and went to her room, grabbing all her books and notebooks.

"Wait, I should bring you a chair so you can sit next to me." Minho wanted to stand up, but Crystal shook her head.

"No need. I'm mostly only reading, so I can sit down on the bed like earlier."

"You sure? Let me know if it gets uncomfortable. I don't want your back to hurt."

"It won't, no worries."

"If it does, you can lay down." Minho suggested.

Crystal nodded and opened her book, starting to read where she left off, and Minho followed suit. He turned his attention to his book, reluctantly opening it back up, and read a few paragraphs before losing focus.

Studying was hard, but he had to do it.

He looked at her – so immersed in what she was reading – and felt his motivation rising. If she could do it, so could he, and damn, she did it flawlessly. Even the things she couldn't understand, she had a great grasp. She was a hard worker.

He liked how disciplined she was when it came to studying, and to living life in general.

~

After about two hours of being immersed in his work, Minho yawned and glanced over at Crystal, who was fast asleep with her books next to her.

She must've fallen asleep while reading. Minho smiled and grabbed the books, placing them on his desk, then turned off the light.

He must've not been thinking clearly at that point. There were a lot of options he could've considered, such as waking Crystal up and urging her to go to her own room, or going there himself, or even going to the couch in the living room.

Still, he picked the most illogical option, and he slipped in bed next to her, making sure to keep a safe distance between their bodies. Making her uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted.

He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. She smelled sweet, of vanilla. It was somehow comforting to hear her steady breathing, and he quickly fell into a deep slumber.

~

When Crystal woke up, confusion rushed all over her as she took in her surroundings.

She was still in Minho's room, his strong arm engulfing her waist in a hug from behind.

I must've fallen asleep. She thought and took a hold of Minho's arm and moved it from her carefully, so as to not wake him up.

Then, she stood up and looked at him and how peacefully he was sleeping, and she smiled to herself mindlessly.

She fell asleep on his bed by mistake, but he went to sleep next to her deliberately.

After staring at him for a few seconds too long, she went to the kitchen and got started on some breakfast for the both of them.

~

Minho opened his eyes and glanced in front of him, at the empty side of the bed.

Fuck. He cursed in his head. Crystal woke up before me. Again.

He sighed and got up as well, going to freshen up. He contemplated what explanation he should give her; why was he sleeping next to her?

However, when he went to the kitchen, she just welcomed him with a plate of freshly cooked eggs and bacon, and didn't ask him anything.

He didn't bring it up either.

"I'm so glad it's Sunday and I don't have to go to work." She said after they exchanged pleasantries and sat down at the kitchen table.

"I bet." He chuckled. "What are your plans today?"

"Besides studying, not much." She shrugged. "Yours?"

"I wanna hit the gym later."

"Sounds fun." She took a bite of her food. "I've never been to a gym before. What type of workouts are you doing?"

"Wait, never?!" He exclaimed. "Woah! Okay. First the sea, now the gym! Unbelievable! Wanna come with me?"

Crystal chuckled.

"What? Don't think I forgot about the sea. We'll go after the finals are over." He laughed.

"We will? Okay." She laughed as well, not taking him seriously.

"Yes, we will. But before then, wanna come with me to the gym today? I'll show you an easy workout."

"Hmmm." She contemplated. "How much is a membership?"

"Free for people who live in this building." He blurted out quickly.

Of course, that was false, but she didn't need to know that or concern herself that she wouldn't be able to afford it in her monthly expenses. He was going to pay for her and simply not tell her.

"Tempting." She chuckled.

"Let's go after breakfast." He said with resolve.

"It's not good to exercise after eating."

"It is, if you wait like 30 minutes." He countered.

"I can't get out of this, can I?" She joked.

"No." Minho grinned and grabbed his and her empty plate, taking them to the sink to wash. "You can go get changed."

She found his enthusiasm funny.

Then she found it not so funny when he actually made her do a pretty tiring workout, and she almost died of exhaustion.

Either way, they went to the gym together. Minho would go every day, and he would take Crystal with him every few days, helping her build up more strength. He also got her eating two meals before she had to go to work, and he was proud of himself for that.

They also continued with their new studying routine.

Crystal would come to his room every evening (or night, if she was working that day), they would study together and talk to each other about what they were reading, then they would go to sleep in Minho's bed; of course, never at the same time. Minho would wait until Crystal would fall asleep, and she would, with no doubt, because most days she worked 8-hour shifts and was exhausted, then he would swiftly slip in next to her, listening to her breathing, sometimes watching her chest fall up and down if she would sleep on her back, watching how cute her expression was when she was dreaming.

He loved sleeping next to her. It helped him fall asleep easily as well, because he genuinely enjoyed her being there with him, and he was always the type of person who loved being in others' presence.

It was all innocent, for neither of them was thinking about the other in any inappropriate ways, afraid to make the other uncomfortable. He didn't even want to start thinking of her as something more than a friend, and Crystal wouldn't allow herself to think differently either.

She would steal a glance every now and then, especially when Minho was working out, but she was doing her best to not develop any kind of feelings towards him. He was just her roommate, and maybe her friend.

Nothing more, nothing less.

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The last exam Crystal had happened to fall on 15th June, coincidentally her birthday.

She asked the cook of the restaurant she worked at to make her two of his signature chocolate muffins, and she managed to talk her boss into letting her go home earlier. By the time 11 PM hit the clock, she was almost back at the apartment.

She went in and knocked happily on Minho's door, wanting to celebrate with him.

Truth is, she's never celebrated her birthday before, nor did she ever make it a big deal, because she always knew that no one truly cared about her, so what was the point? She would only grab something sweet, a muffin or a donut, and she would stick a single candle in it and blow it, but she would never tell anyone, not even people she considered friends. She was glad she did so, because not one of them stuck with her throughout the years. What even are friends, and why couldn't she form any meaningful relationships?

Now, however, after spending more time with Minho, she got hopeful, and she felt ready for the first time to tell someone that she was born today, 21 summers ago. In fact, it was the first time ever she actually wanted to tell someone, and to celebrate. She wanted to tell him.

She really thought he was going to be excited to see her, and that he would be the first person to ever wish her a happy birthday and mean it.

She knocked on his door and placed the two muffins behind her, in her right hand.

"Come in." He spoke, so she opened the door.

He didn't even look at her.

"Hey." She smiled either way.

"Hey, welcome back. Is it urgent?" He asked with a sigh. Something was wrong, he was not his usual cheerful self.

"... is everything okay?" She asked him, noting the unusual urgency in his voice.

"We have a big game in 3 days and I'm stressing out over what other techniques we could use."

"Oh. I see. Sorry for disturbing you." She said, hoping that he'll correct her, that he'd tell her she wasn't, and maybe that he'd turn around and smile at her, and she would give him his muffin, and tell him that it's her birthday, and he would wish her well, and maybe even sing her Happy Birthday.

"No worries. If there's nothing important, let's speak tomorrow, yea?" He turned around for the first time since she entered his room and smiled briefly, before turning his back once more.

Wishful thinking.

"Yea. There's nothing important. Just wanted to say hi." Her smile got washed off her face, and she felt stupid.

"Okay." He nodded. "I'm glad you got home safe."

"Yea. I brought you a muffin, by the way." She tried as a last attempt.

"Oh, thanks, but I'm not hungry. You can eat it."

"Okay. Good luck." She spoke, feeling her heart fall out of her chest.

She was wrong, after all.

~

Crystal made her way to her room and placed the muffins on her desk, looking at them. A few minutes ago, they were a symbol of happiness and celebration, but now, they just looked like a sad chocolate mess. They lost their appeal completely.

She took the small candle she bought earlier and stuck it in one of the cupcakes, lighting it.

She watched it burn for a while, seeing small bits of wax falling on top of the hardened frosting, and she knew she should've blown it out already, otherwise it was going to make a mess.

She should've been happy. It was her birthday!

Somehow, though, she never felt worse. Not even when she celebrated it alone all those years.

Tears were streaming down her face when she finally blew out the candle, and she made no wish.

It was heartbreaking to get used to someone's company and have expectations of them, only for them to disappoint you like this. Crystal's heart broke all over again, thinking over Minho's cold tone.

She took a bite off her cupcake, and felt sick, so she decided against eating it, and with disappointment weighing heavily on her, she grabbed them both and went to the kitchen, throwing them away.

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Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

[starsarefire824]

The Party (part 2)

Dustin Henderson is staring at him with a really weird expression on his face, and Mike’s heart drops into his stomach as it suddenly dawns on him that he might know more regarding Will than he’s let on in the past.

  Did Will—-?  

“Jesus Mike!” Dustin yells, exasperated and his arm outstretched towards the road. He reminds him of his Dad when Mike’s made one too many snide comments or spilled paint in the garage. It makes Mike want to bury his head in the dirt. “Why the fuck did you let him leave, man? He was kinda drunk.”

“What the fuck Dustin! I didn’t know he was drunk!” Mike screws his face up, and he’s already turning towards the driveway to find the pool gate.  Great. Now he can add fucking worried about Will dying to the list of things that are horrible today. Max is quick on his heels and he stumbles a little bit when he gets dizzy from turning too fast. He's quickly realizing he is still ridiculously wasted.

Mike needs to find Nancy. Right now.

“I didn’t exactly  let him leave, Dustin!” Mike grumbles loudly. “He kind of doesn’t want to fucking talk to me, if you haven’t noticed.”

Mike makes it to the driveway, ignoring the way his stomach clenches like he’s gonna puke. He swallows and takes a deep breath, forcing the feeling away.

Dustin runs up behind him and stops him in his tracks as he faces him head on. Mike can feel Max run face first into his back, and he hisses when her nails dig into his sides as she latches onto him to keep from falling. She is obviously still drunk as shit too. She shoves off of him and then peeks around his ribs and up at Dustin. “What did Will ssayy–?” she slurs to no one really.

“Don’t play dumb—- Mike!” Dustin spits. “I am so fucking tired of your shit. I don’t know what’s going on with you and maybe there’s something I’m missing here, but what I  do  know is that I am sick of the way you treat Will. You know, he’s told me some stuff, real personal shit man and like, you’re supposed to be his best friend, but it seems to me, that all you do is treat him like garbage!”

Mike’s mind feels blurry like someone’s wiped their hand through a wet canvas, muddling all the colors. It’s making it  really hard to focus on simple things, like walking in a straight fucking line, let alone things like the fact that Dustin is reaming the shit out of him right now in a way that very much alludes to the fact that Will has, in fact, told him everything.  Jesus, who the hell else knows?

The concept makes Mike so terrified his palms start to sweat and he feels a little lightheaded.He furrows his brow. “What exactly—- has Will… told  you?” He is well aware that his words are breathy and a little too slow.

Dustin looks at him like he’s insane. “Why does that matter, Mike? He’s told me enough and he told me that you know already, so I don’t know why you are even asking me that?”

“ Know what  ?” Mike would truly love to know, because Will hasn’t told  him  anything about anything!  Not with words anyway.

Mike waves Dustin off and tries to get around him towards the gate. “Listennn man—- I’m not sure what Will has told you, but he hasn’t told  mee  shit. I wish he would!  Just tell me something ! Because I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Okay, so this is kind of a lie…

Will hasn’t told Mike anything with words, that is true. Not about his sexuality nor has Will ever sat him down and explained his feelings regarding what they have been dancing around since eighth grade. Mike hadn’t even become actively  aware  of his own feelings until  this  year. He is aware how stupid that is, but it’s true nonetheless. But, even with all that, he  does  know what Dustin is most likely talking about just from context clues.

Dustin scoffs at him and follows them. “Oh sure Mike!” he utters with sarcastic venom. “So you want me to believe that fight you just had, the one that made Will want to drive home drunk rather than be in the same room as you, was a completely  normal  argument between friends. The same kind that you and I would have about D&D or physics or some shit?”

Mike clenches his jaw and tries to stifle the ire that rises up in his chest as he opens the tall gate. He bends awkwardly and grabs onto Max’s waist when she sways way too far towards the bushes and pulls her back next to him. “That isn’t fucking fair Dustin! I—-” he catches himself before finishing the sentence.

  I tried. 

- Chapter 6 of The Pact