#HE MAKES ME SICK YA’LL I SWEAR TO GOD.

[c-t-r-l14]

AND ANOTHER THING.

One of the things that really pissed me the HELL OFF about that breakup audio was Alex’s reaction to listener getting (rightfully) upset at him for being the LAST to know about his job off to NYC. He was all like, “I uNdErSTAND tHAT You’RE UPSEt ‘CaUSE YoU WeRE tHE LaST tO KNOw, bUT NoW YoU KNOw, So…..”

E X C U S E M E ?

AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FOUND THIS KINDA DISRESPECTFUL????? TF YOU MEAN “WeLL nOW yOU KNOW”????

It pissed me off so much because it’s literally the PRINCIPLE of the thing. They should’ve been one of the first people to know about that job offer, and considering that it seemed like Alex wasn’t even planning on telling them about the job offer that day, WHO K N O W S how long he would’ve waited until he felt like it was time to tell them??

Because if it was up to Alex, his ass would’ve probably waited until the very last minute to tell them about the job offer.

Ya’ll need to realize that the only reason why Alex decided to tell listener about the job offer that day was because of listener. Listener saw that there was something bothering Alex, and they kept pressing him to tell them what was the matter. THAT’S WHAT SPARKED THE BREAK UP CONVO.

Them “now knowing” about the job offer doesn’t make things any better. ‘Cause had listener not pressed Alex, they would’ve known much, MUCH later.

They had every right to be pissed off. Especially because of how dismissive he was of listener’s feelings????? LIKE YEAH, YOU SAY YOU UNDERSTAND WHY THEY’RE UPSET BUT DO YOU REALLY??? AND DO YOU EVEN CARE???

AND THEN HE COMES UP WITH THE BULLSHIT EXCUSE OF “I thOUGHT I kNEW YOu?”

This man wanted nothing but transparency and honesty from listener! “LeT’S Not SaY ThINGS We Don’T MeAN”, he says. “I wAN’T yOU TO bE COMepLETELY hONEst wiTH Me”, he says. YEAH, YOU WANT THEM TO BE HONEST WITH YOU AND YET YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO T E L L THEM STRAIGHT UP THAT YOU’VE GOTTEN THE JOB OFFER UNTIL THEY PRESS YOU??? THEN THEY GET PISSED OFF AT YOU AND YOUR I M M E D I A T E RESORT IS TO M A K E EXCUSES TO COVER YOUR ASS???????

Ya’ll. YA’LL. Y A ‘L L .

I don’t know how listener kept their composure, bro. They better than me ‘cause I would’ve IMMEDIATELY started TWEAKING RIGHT THERE AND THEN.

I’M TWEAKING RIGHT NOW AND I’M NOT EVEN THE PERSON HE BROKE UP WITH.

I need to calm my ass down. I’m getting way too heated over a mf that’s (thankfully) not real.

[blackynsupremacy]

NICHOLAS’ CHAIN

HEADCANONS

pairing: nicholas a. chavez x black!reader

summary: you love when nicholas sports his signature accessory of his chain, but he loves it on you more.

contains: lots of words, sfw, a bit of suggestiveness, some swearing, cute couple stuff, fluff, established relationship, you and nicholas being mushy and obsessed with each other (ya’ll make me sick), texting: reader, nicholas.

taglist: @sabrinasopposite @supaprettyg @gxuxhdjdu @elitesanjisimp @jkr820 @simply-the-best23 @hnch33rios @stereotypicalbarbie @rosiestalez @ellethespaceunicorn @camiesully @zombigrlll

• you loved a lot of things about your boyfriend, nicholas chavez.

• you loved his kindness, charisma, talent, affection, tenderness, and humor.

• let’s not forget that he’s foine. not just fine. foine.

• you really secured the bag with this sexy ass, six foot one cinnamon roll of a man.

• you especially loved his style!

• he definitely suits the casual/basic wear on a daily basis and he cleans up well when it comes to premiers and interviews.

• his closet consists of the usual t-shirts, jeans, sweatpants, flannels, ball caps, and sneakers.

• your favorite part of his style was his main accessory: his chain necklace.

• your personal favorites are his silver chain and golden cross chain.

• you want to jump his bones whenever he wears one with a dress shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top, a white tank top, or no shirt at all. god, it turns you on.

• both silver and gold compliment his skin tone so perfectly.

• it looks so amazing against his toned shoulders, neck, and chest.

• it hits different when you see him wearing them when you guys workout together.

• you couldn’t exercise like you wanted because you were distracted.

• we must stay focused!

• you’re shorter than him, so you notice that he rotates chains depending on his outfit.

• he has a collection in ya’lls room.

• the chains deserved a special place to be in, so you gift him a new jewelry box for his birthday and he’s so grateful for it.

• he does NOT want to lose any of his necklaces.

• when you cuddle, you always lay on his chest. he loves to watch as your fingers glide against the metal.

• if it’s a chain with a charm, like the cross necklace, you’d like to gently caress it between your index and thumb. you love the sleek, smooth texture.

•when you kiss him, you wrap your arms around his neck, placing your palm on the nape to softly grip the chain to pull him in closer to you.

• or you sometimes place your hands on his chest.

• if he’s bare chested during a heated makeout session, you’d move down to pepper kisses all around that area, and give a final kiss to the charm in the middle before your lips meet to dance with his again.

• bonus when your chest is against his and you feel the slightly cold metal press on your skin.

• just like you steal his hoodies and t-shirts, you sneak one of his necklaces every once in a while.

• one time while nicholas was away filming, you bought a new dress to wear to a premiere that you’re accompanying him to. when you tried it on, it was pretty low cut and exposed a lot of your chest area.

• it was missing something, so to fill in the gap, you put on one of nicholas’ chains. you took a picture of it in your full body mirror and sent it to him.

• • •

bookie, my dress came through! what do you think? ☺️

• • •

absolutely stunning, y/n. 😍

god, you’re so sexy, sweetheart.

i’m gonna be the luckiest guy to have you by my side on the red carpet. 😩

• • •

ty, baby! i’m so glad you like it. i was worried for a minute. notice anything different? 👀

• • •

worried? you know that if you wore a hefty trash bag, i would still love it on you, right? 🫠

…no. did you do something with your hair? i want to make sure i notice that every time.

• • •

no, boy! 😂 bet, i’ll give you a hint. zoom in on my chest.

• • •

i’ve been looking at your chest, baby. 😏

• • •

nick, i’m being deadass, ya nasty.

• • •

okay, hold on. lemme look again.

wait

is that my cross chain?

omfg

you look so damn good! i wish that i could come home to see that in person. 😩🧎🏽

• • •

thank you! 😘

i’ve missed you so much it reminded me of you and idk if i told you this but…

nicholas, every time you wear a necklace, i go crazy. you be looking so good. 😍 i just wanna pull you by it, sometimes when we you know…

i need to stop. you’re at work and i don’t want to mess up your focus!

you’re gonna have to wait until the premiere. i’ll make sure to put it back after i’m done with it too.

• • •

well, fuck.

baby, i want you to keep it. i can always get another.

if i wanted anyone to have it, it’d be you, y/n.

you look so beautiful with it on…especially with that dress.

can’t wait to see it on without the dress.

• after that response, your face and…your body heat up. you put your phone down to take a long, cold shower. damn him.

• you borrowing his chains became a frequent habit.

• he’d always notice and he shows it by giving you the sweetest compliments.

• nicholas would hug you from behind, place his hands on your hips, and pepper kisses on the back and sides of your neck where his chain is.

• it makes your heart flutter everytime.

• ever since you told him about how good his necklace’s looked, nicholas would send you more shirtless or tank top pics, to make sure you see the necklace.

• he loves it when you pull him into a kiss by his necklace.

• his favorite is when you have on the gold cross. he adores the way it compliments your glowing, melanated skin.

• if you wore a low-cut top with the girls being nice and extra supported, he’d love to steal a glimpse or some kisses right at the crevice of your cleavage where the charm perfectly falls in.

• he bought you some his and hers matching chains for your anniversary. you thought that you were gonna burst in tears, you love this man. he’s so cute,it’s not even funny.

• they were on two, long silver chains with open hands at the charm and another circular one each with your first initials on it. the charms were magnetic, so when they came close, they’d immediately pull together as closer as possible symbolizing your love and your loyalty of this blissful relationship you share.

• he’s always checking to make sure you’re wearing your chain.

• the necklaces immediately connect when you kiss him.

• if you got on yours and he wore a different one, he’d immediately swap it out to match with you. no question.

• this, with nicholas alexander chavez, was all that you wanted, all that you needed, and it was all that mattered.

[reminiscentreader]

Love your fics!😩 Can u write one where there is an event the Hawthornes+Avery have to attend but they haven’t left the house cuz Grayson is late and everyone is confused, and then one of his brothers come to check on him in his room only to find out he’s asleep cuz he’s feeling sick, and then that brother stays with him??😭

Thank you for being so patient! I’ve been wanting to write this for a while but I’ve been really busy 😭

Anyways hope you enjoy xx

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Jameson

The annual Hawthorne gala, Hundreds of important rich people from al over the world coming to see the Hawthorne heiress, my Hawthorne heiress. I watch as Avery slips on her deep green dress, it fits her perfectly, she is perfect, “Jamie,” I sit up a little straighter, “zip me up will you?” I make my way off our bed and towards her “of course heiress.” After I zip up her dress I rest my hands on her shoulders and tuck my head into the crook of her head, “you look so beautiful tonight heiress” I reach my hand out to stroke down her braid, “I love you” Avery leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, “I love you too.”

Grayson

I feel awful. I don’t ever get sick but right now I feel like curling into a ball and dying, I can barely stand up or see and there are tears streaming my face. I hate how vulnerable I’ve made myself, I’m ment to be attending the annual gala for goodness sake, so if I don’t sort myself out in the next five minutes, I’m fucked. I desperately try to make my way to the bathroom but I’m hopelessy stumbling around, tears blurring my vision. What would the old man say if he saw me now? Your letting yourself get sick Grayson? Hawthornes don’t get sick. They are fighters. We don’t let anything get in the way. Kill yourself tobias, is what I would’ve probably thought if he wasn’t already dead.

I don’t know how long I’ve had my head stuck in this toilet for, violently vomiting to the point of passing out, I suddenly feel light headed, maybe I should get some sleep, maybe I should take a break from work? No. Weak.

weak.

weak.

weak.

weak.

weak….

Nash

I clap my hands to get everyone’s attention, “Right ya’ll, everyone here ready to go?” 7 heads nod back at me, “alright let’s head to the car room.” About five minutes into walking Avery exclaims, “Grayson, Have you got the papers we need?” Nobody responds. “G-Grayson?” Everyone starts to look around murmuring, “Now where the hell ‘as Gray gone.” I say looking for him in the crowd of people following me, “Jesus Christ, did anyone see him come out?” Again in response I get a couple of murmurs, “Nobody?” They all shake there heads, “Guess I’ll go find him then.”

After walking all the way back to the house, I was starting to wonder if Grayson wasn’t even in the state, maybe he went to go visit his sister or something, nah, I know gray wouldn’t miss this if he was half dying. I’d stopped to ask one of the maids if they’d seen him, “M-mister Hawthorne hasn’t been out of his wing all day.” I quickly thanked her with the tip of my hat and headed towards graysons wing.

so here I am, stood outside graysons wing I’ve already knocked five times, five times with no response, “GRAYSON DAVENPORT HAWTHORNE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DOOR IN 5 SECONDS IM KNOCKING IT DOWN.” No response. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.., still nothing, I know how much grayson hates privacy invaders, but it’s for his own safety, he could be dead in there for fucks sake. So Nash kicked down the door.

Grayson

the first thing I heard when I woke up was the bang of what I assumed to be someone kicking down my door, I tried to pull myself up, to see who it was, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything without it hurting, the next thing I saw was Nash standing at the bathroom door, “oh gray” Nash knealed down to my level and pushed a bit of hair that had fell into my eyes away, “what’s up?” I only grunted in response, I didn’t trust myself, “ok gray let’s get you into bed.” He helped me up, I was shaking so badly, I was tired, so so so tired. I fell asleep almost immediately, I heard Nash pull up a chair next to my bed and say something like, “Get some rest gray, please.” He helped me into my bed and the minute my head hit the pillow I fell fast asleep.

—————————————————————

Nash stayed with Grayson that night, and when his brothers arrived home, he did not tell them what had happened, he simply let them guess, when Grayson woke up, he did take a break from work. The night Grayson Hawthorne missed the annual Hawthorne gala, would become a secret between the two oldest Hawthornes, that the others would never found out about.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I am so so so sorry for how long this took 😭 I really hope you enjoyed it ❤️❤️

[moon-ursidae]

SESSION #11: THE FINAL SESSION (also super fucking long holy shit)

spoilers for both tlou games and the HBO show below!!

we’re in the double digits and i’m essentially on the rat king’s doorstep shitting my fucking jorts begging for my mom lmao

as always, notes and ramblings of a madperson as i play are below!

total playtime: about 9 hours!

picking back up w abby in this hotel

surely nothing will go wrong

it’s only a hotel in a last of us game

i hate this

i fucking hate this

i hate being on my own

THE WAY I GENUINELY YELLED AT THE STALKER RUNNING BY THE DOOR

i fucking hate this building.

holy shit.

i’m yelling everytime one of them busts outta the walls

what the fuck

BLOATER???

AAAHHHHHH

i agree w lev:

“fuck this building”

hotels are just bad

I LOVE LEV

NOOOOOO NOT THE HOSPITAL PLEASE

NAAUURRRRR THE HOSPITAL

NO.

NO.

I DON’T WANT IT.

i feel ill

i feel physically ill

i’m so anxious

MISSOURI COIN WOOO

THESE TATTLETALE BITCHES

FUCK YA’LL

“wE rAdIoEd iSaAc” fuck you

thaaaat’s why she was in the cell earlier

NORA

“they’re rough.” UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE CENTURY

I DON’T WANT TO GO DOWN THERE MAN

GROUND ZERO FOR THE WHOLE CITY?????

i fucking hate this.

i hate it i hate it i hate it

WAIT SO IF THE GENERATOR DIDN’T TURN ON THIS FUCKER WOULDN’T HAVE WOKEN UP???????

i fucking hate it here.

this is the hotel basement of this game

i’m looking at the ambulance.

i don’t want to go in.

i feel physically fucking ill i’m so serious

i’m going fuck it

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I DID IT.

shit my pants but here we are!

LEV THANK GOD I MISSED YOU SO DEARLY

awe this is like the first game in pittsburgh!

they’re joel and ellie now :,)

LEV AND ALICE OH MY GOD😭😭

this is so sweet 🥺

OH MY GOOOOOD i wanna hug lev so hard

shaking the fucking shit out of this snowglobe is giving me more enjoyment than i have experienced in a while

owen makes me feel gross dude

like the mother to his child is in the same building where he’s like basically begging abby to go to santa barbara and be with him

LEV?!!!

JUST FUCKING LEFT?!!

“get your priorities straight.” TEEEAAAAA

KANSAS COIN

i can’t imagine climbing w one arm

god ocean so scary

i fucking hate it

oh shit gunfire

TOMMYYYYYY

HE’S A DAMN GOOD SHOT THAT’S WHAT’S UP

DAMN HE GOT MY ASS

SHOTGUN RIGHT IN THE HEAD DAMN

tommy’s fucking scary

i also hate playing as abby and going for the miller boys

this is 2 for 2 bro

NOOOOOO

MANNY WAS THE ONLY ONE I LIKED OF THE SALT LAKE CREW OTHER THAN ABBY

NOOOOOOO

YEAAAA TOMMY LET’S GO

i know he’s fine but i still got scared

this island is fuckin sick

literally my aesthetic i fucking love it goddamn

this shit is gonna be intense isn’t it?

STEALTH AGAINST PEOPLE I MISSED THIS HOLY SHIT

the sound design is so fucking good

the storm sounds so fuckin cool holy shit

god i love stealthing in the cornfield

LEV😭

i love him so much.

this is so fucking eerie holy shit

the storm sounds so fucking cool

omg they did the horse tactic like they did w ellie and dina earlier

YARA. I SWEAR TO GOD.

abby’s so real for beating the absolute fucking shit out of this guy

the way lev is telling her to get up😭

fuck isaac what a fucking bitch

ARE YOU JOKING???? THE WAY THEY ALL SHOT HER????

WAS IT NECESSARY TO EMPTY THEIR FUCKING CLIPS ON HER????? A CHILD???? THAT WAS ALREADY SHOT IN A LETHAL AREA????? FUCK THESE MOTHERFUCKERS

jesus christ.

“you’re my people!” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

god i’m really comin around to abby

STEALTH WOOOOOO

wait that was the first time abby killed wolves holy shit

damn

OH MY GOD??

THE ISLAND IS JUST ON FUCKING FIRE??

this looks fuckin cool

omg this is so crazy seraphites vs wolves

oh my god

OH MY GOD?!!!

RIDING THROUGH THIS LITERAL WAR ZONE???

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

the kids screaming :(

THIS IS INSANE

THIS BIG BITCH?!!

MY FUCKING BAG GODDAMNIT

THIS GUY WON’T QUIT

HE’S LIKE MICHAEL MEYERS JESUS CHRIST

can we get a near death experience counter for abby for the past 2 days in seattle bc holy fucking shit

holy fuck.

abby’s been through the fucking ringer holy fuck

ALICE :,(

fuck bro

abby just went through the entirety of the fucking seraphite island to come back to her friends dead oh my god

ellie i love ya but jesus fucking christ

the blood under the door :(

give laura bailey all the awards oh my god

oh my god the look in abby’s eyes

oh fuck ellie fight

oh god i hate this

i don’t wanna go after my girls :(

this feels so wrong to me. fuck

FUCK tommy’s talkin about how he got a necklace for maria rn and jesse and ellie are havin their lil bro talk FUUUUCK DUDE

i feel so conflicted bro

i’m gonna cry at hearing and seeing ellie again

THE WAY YOU COULD HEAR HER SAY JESSE BEHIND THE BAR :(((((

TOMMY?!!!!! HELLO?!!!!

i can’t do this man

i love ellie too much bro

i cannot

i’m also so terrified of her

THIS IS SO SCARY

THIS HURTS ME BRO

ELLIE’S FACE

AS I’M CHOKING HER

UUUUGGHHHHHH

SHE’S CRAFTING AND SETTING TRAPS HOLY FUCK

THIS IS SO SCARYYYYYYY

OH MY GOD BROKE ELLIE’S ARM?!!!

DINA?!!!!

I CANNOT DO THIS BRO

I KEEP PAUSING EVERY 5 SECONDS

MY GIRLS

MY TEAM JACKSON WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

LEV SAYING ABBY AND THEN SHE STOPPED

THIS IS SO PARALLEL TO JOEL AND ELLIE IT’S LIKE W HENRY AND SAM WHERE JOEL WAS GONNA SHOOT HENRY BUT THEN PUT THE GUN DOWN AFTER ELLIE WAS LIKE “joel” FUUUUCK BRO

MY BABIES😭

the lighting tho

ellie’s in the red lighting and dina’s in the white light?? so good

THE HOUSE!!!!!

LOOKING AT JOEL’S WATCH😭😭😭😭

god jj looks so much like jesse holy fuck

THE MUSEUM PAMPHLET AND THE CASETTE FUCK OFF

THERE’S SCULPTURES AND STUFF FROM JOEL’S HOUSE

dina into embroidery slay

THE CHILD SPEAKS?!

this is gorgeous.

oh my god.

i have the goofiest lil smile on my face

they’re so domestic🥹

dancing in the kitchen😭

THE TEXAS MAGNET ON THE FRIDGE😭

is that joel’s fucking hat… on the scarecrow

THEY HAVE SHEEP OH MY FUCKING GOD JESUS CHRIST

GOOOODDDDDD this hits so much harder after the show

the flashback😭

the way he keeps screamin uuugh i’m cryinnnnng

dina trying to lighten the mood 😭

god i love them

this is ellie’s best outfit

oh god tommy

everyone’s so cozy please

like ellie please don’t leave this bro

i feel bad for tommy but at the same time i’m so pissed at him for bringin this to ellie

side note: ellie looks fucking great

guilt tripping her like bro

“what a joke.” fuck off actually

goddamnit ellie don’t go

fuuuck

THE GUITAR😭

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS FLASHBACK

I’M GONNA CRY

dina’s putting on a show for ellie bro

this is making my lil lgbt heart so happy

THIS IS WHAT ELLIE WAS JUST PLAYING ON GUITAR AHHHHHH

YESSSS LESBIANSSS WOOOOOO

JOELLLLLL

the way joel was absolutely watching ellie bc he hopped in so fucking fast😭

he looked so hurt and embarrassed after she said she doesn’t need his help😭

SHE’S WEARING HIS JACKET😭😭

poor dina bro goddamnit

this is so fucking sad bro

back to lev and abby wooooo

“you’re such a goober” CRYYYIIINNNGGG

abby sounds so soft🥺

LMAO “scooch” when lev couldn’t push the shelves

who’s on the radio?

no one apparently uh oh

THAT’S FUCKIN LIAM O’BRIEN AHHHHHH

oh damn the fireflies are buildin back up

OH FUCK AMBUSH

LEV JUST GOT FUCKIN DOMED BRO HOLY SHIT

omg that’s travis willingham!

she cares about lev so much dude :(

back to ellie!

i’m so concerned about them getting sunburnt

oh i’m about to READ ellie’s journal

i haven’t played as ellie in so fucking long holy shit i missed her

the one about her burying the 2 kids :(

abby’s notes to owen :(

LEV’S SHARK PLUSHIE AHHHHHHH

i’m not a beach person but this is gorgeous

god i’ve missed playing as ellie so much

CARD!!!! OH MY GOD

2 SHAMBLERS???

“i swear to god abby. if these infected killed you..” she’d be dead ellie

the revenge is eating you alive ellie you gotta stop bro

oh fuck the trap oh fuck oh shit oh fuck

OH FUCK STABBED BY THE TREE

if she loses her knife forever i’m gonna be so fucking upset

poor ellie bro :(

oh my god all the blood

god she’s so hooked on revenge holy shit

it’s travis willingham!

and logic!

LMAO i love ellie

fuck she’s hot

her smirk bc she fuckin knows she’s not gonna turn lmao

thank god she stitched herself up holy shit

ohhhh so these “rattlers” are basically hunters from the first game

roger roger

god i’ve missed placing traps

i get why my ellie was placing traps everywhere lmao

hooooly fuck that’s a shit ton of prisoners

i fully did not expect to finish this game tonight but here we are

oh shit from this note it seems like there may be people coming to attack the rattlers?

or that was the group that was just marched in…

fuck.

fuuuck bro they chain up infected people? goddamn

these people are fuckin crazy

there’s music playing?

i almost missed a fucking card holy shit

jesus christ there are so fucking many of them

is that matt mercer? the guy that told ellie where abby is? (update: it was!)

the way she keeps whispering abby to herself :(

god the fucking chaos of the prisoners escaping and fighting juxtaposed with the way ellie is walking in silence and in isolation

she’s really lookin worse for wear :(

holy shit it’s on fucking fire

holy fuck.

these people are fucking sadistic

lev on the pillar UUUGGHHHH

abby :(

god she looks awful :(

oh my god :(

they really are like joel and ellie and i think ellie’s starting to see that :(

i’m just thinking how the fuck did ellie make it back to the house

OH MY GOD THE BOAT FROM THE MENUUUUUUUUU

THEY WERE TELLING US THE WHOLE TIME

fuuuck that cut to joel on the ground :(

the way the score came in FUCK

this is so painful bc it’s so brutal

knife is the only weapon

the grunts and groans of pain bc their bodies are so weak

the emotion in the screaming

give these women every award holy fuck

HER FINGERS OH MY GOD NOOOO

oh my god.

this is fucking insane.

the cut to joel :(

fuck.

her worst fear came true

she’s alone

the house is so empty :(

she left all of ellie’s stuff😭

she can’t play guitar 😭

she’s not even singing the words fuuuck bro

i’m a goner

i’m gone

i’m already a teary mess

fuck i’m not ready for the porch scene

i’m not prepared

HE’S PLAYING HELPLESSLY HOPING

HOW MANY NIGHTS WAS HE HELPLESSLY HOPING THAT ELLIE WOULD FUCKING FORGIVE HIM UUUUGGHHHHHHHH

the way he wants to defend himself as to why he’s being so protective but he know that it would piss her off more so he just says “okay.”😭

he wants to know more about what’s going on bc clearly they’re not as close so he’s taking what he can get😭😭

he’s trying so hard to extend branches bro

i’m a sobbing mess

“my life would have fucking mattered” ELLIE YOU ALREADY MATTERED BEFORE BABES AND JOEL SAW THAT AND HE RECOGNIZED THAT AND HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH HE KNEW THAT THERE WAS A CHANCE IT REALLY WOULD NOT HAVE MATTERED SO HE DECIDED TO SAVE HIS WORLD AND MAKE IT TO WHERE HE KNEW YOU WOULD HAVE A LIFE WHERE YOUR LIFE DID MATTER ELLIE GODDAMNIT

AND HE WOULD FUCKING DO IT AGAIN

OVER AND OVER

EVERY TIME HE WOULD CHOOSE YOU ELLIE

FUUUUCK

his shaky breath after she said she doesn’t think she could forgive him😭

and the one after she says she’d like to try😭

THE SHAKY “yep.” PLEASE😭

god and now her leaving the guitar by THE window

signifying how she’s ready to start moving on and really healing from his death. god.

and the final shot being through the window, the guitar in the foreground and ellie walking away in the background. UUUGH.

oh my god.

what a fucking game. holy shit.

i’m a goddamn mess. it’s 6am. i need a cigarette and a drink. holy fucking shit.

that was fucking crazy and so good and so scary and so beautiful

goddamn

i cannot put coherent thoughts together bc i can barely see my fucking phone screen

i genuinely did not think that i would play this game or finish it but holy fuck i’m so glad i did

such amazing storytelling in these games.

goddamn.

everyone at naughty dog that worked on this game deserves so many awards goddamn.

WAYFARING STRANGER FINISHING THE CREDITS RRRAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

the boat.

oh my god.

fucking amazing game.

i need time to recover.

i’m gonna go cry and listen to and make playlists :,)

[vvh0adie]

Top 10 Biases Tag Game

Tagged by the loveliest @sweetestofchaos

Rules: write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions.

Hoseok (bts)

Jungkook (bts)

Tsuki (billlie)

Yeonjun (txt)  

Hongjoong (ateez)

Sunwoo (tbz)

Chanhee (tbz)

Dawon (sf9)

Rowoon (sf9)

Byounggon (cix)

( THAT’S WHAT I’M MFKN TALKIN’ ABOUT TSUKI!!! YA’LL DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS WOMAN😫🥵)

1. Between 1&4 who would you rather kiss?

Hoseok hands down. I’m tryna lick all over that man’s beauty mark. Just one taste I swear to God.

2. Between 2&7 who would be your best friend?

Jungkook. I feel like he’d be more accepting of my weirdness and probably join in on the ridiculous shit I do or say.

3. Between 5&10 who has the better voice?

They’re both rappers, so I’m tryna think of who’s cadence I enjoy the most. They’re wildly different, but I would say Hongjoong. Something about his nasally voice sends me, but also his flow is insane.

4. Between 1&8 who is the funniest?

OH LORDT HAVE MERCY!!! I really don’t wanna choose but I will say that me and Hobi share a lot more comically other than Sunwoo and Tsuki.

5. Between 6&9 who would you date?

Sunwoo cuz he’s a weirdo, but so is Rowoon. However, Ro is suuuuuuppper tall and I’m 4′11, so the kissing would be exhausting unless he picked me up. Not to mention the weird comments from people. I wanna be able to enjoy my partner.

6. Between 9&10 who would you do a collaboration with?

Both. A contemporary R&B ballad with Rowoon and a alternative R&B ballad with BX.

7. Between 4&8 who is the better dancer?

Yeonjun just have this duality about him. He’s really good at executing sharp, powerful moves but also flowing like water.

8.Between 3&5 who would you most likely marry?

I’m marring Tsuki. I’ll choose a woman over a man in a heartbeat. She is the love of my life.

9. Between 1&7 who would you nurse when they are sick?

Hoseok. I need my sunshine Hobi 🥺

10. Between 2&3 who has the better smile?

Both. They both have cute lil’ bunny smiles that make me giggle like I ain’t got self-control. I would literally melt if one of them smiled at me.

11. Between 6&8 who would you vacation with?

Dawon. I feel like he would take really good care of me. Feed me, take me on a romantic date. THEN SING TO ME!!!

Tagging: @cremeandsuga @astronaut-jin-moon @babiekaykes @lovinglyrose @kookieswan @cutest-bunny-writings @pamzn @ressjeon

If anyone else wants to join please do. ❤️

[lovelyjasmari]

Twisted Wonderland Reaction Part 11 ~ Jas.exe has stopped working edition

Welp, Beanfest part 2 has concluded with only the most minor of injuries to all those involved. Except maybe Jamil’s psyche, but we’ll get to that soon enough.

Warning: Pic heavy, minor oc referencing, one or two dirty jokes, some swearing and ALOT OF ROOK/ROOKVIL THIRSTING! I mean it! 

I’m down bad for these beautiful bastards and about to make it everyone’s problem!

YESSIR! 👀

WHATS WITH THE SMOKE?! Now I’m concerned, it would be pretty fucked if these pretty pair of fae ended up burning the school down over their harmless game of tag...

But at least they’re having fun! Look at those smiles! Ughhhhh 💚💚💚

Ohhhhh Kalim, you are too sweet. Too pure for this cursed world. My only sunshine. 🥺

And you deserved better, especially for feeding everyone...

DONT TEASE HIM 😤

Meanwhile, I think Vil is beginning to have second thought about bringing Floyd on board. Right outside this shot, I can hear Danica screaming I told you so to her bewildered dorm leader...

Ohhhh poor Riddle. As an asthmatic, I can sympathize. With my weak lungs, I would not do good with this event at all. 

But at least he’s a good sport about it. Like I said Riddle is really growing on me. I recently reread some of the previous chapters and even though I hated his guts at first, now I really appreciate him as a character. And we like the same kinds of desserts! 💖

THOSE SMIRKS 👀👀👀

Neither does Idia apparently! Also wth, where do you get rankings like that? Like yeah I know Rook is a walking talking french speaking red flag but Trey is pretty chill. I feel like Jade is more sus than him...and Ruggie...and Jamil...actually scratch that. Trey is THE most normal vice dorm leader! Nothing sus about him!

SPEAKING OF WHICH

Sorry Trey, this ain’t a threesome. 

Uh...are ya’ll sure ya’ll wanna do this out in the open? In broad daylight??

Me too, I yield to Rook too. Wait a sec, I’m not in this...😅

MMMMMFFFF SO WHOLESOME! TOO WHOLESOME!!! I adore these two so much! Their dynamic is so entertaining and seeing them on opposing teams in this event was such a treat for my crazed soul! There is absolutely NOTHING heterosexual about their dynamic and YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THAT!

You know what this reminds me of?

This, it reminds me of this. Sweet apple child...

Oop, sorry Epel looks like Floyd Deucey-ed you.... Welp, see you at the crossroads...💀

Oh god...this is literally my nightmare right here. My sleep paralysis demon. There are few things I can think of in this game that would be more terrifying than Floyd chasing me. Vil’s angry face, the prospect of Malleus overblotting, and even then I feel like I would be more likely to survive those things with less trauma than this...

Jamil is me. I am Jamil. Also I really love when he makes this face. 😭🤣💀

GOD THIS IS SOME FU*KING YANDERE SH*T WTF SAVE ME MALLEUS SAVE ME

TRUER WORDS WERE NEVER SPOKEN. But you did your best Jamil, and at least your team won in the end...

CHILL BRO THE GAME IS OVER! CHILL!

There is something particularly cursed about this image. Also, IS THAT A FU*KING LUCKY EMBLEM?!

Well besides being chased by the scary eel man, I’d say yes. A pretty fun event! The different POV was pretty cool! I’m dreading all the grinding I’ll have to do to be able to access Vil’s beanfest vignette but it will be worth it in the end!

And now...party people, the moment we’ve been waiting for, LETS READ ROOKS BEANFEST VIGNETTE! 💙💙💙

OOF

I love how Rook is telling them about the previous beanfest. Though I can’t help but wonder how much of this tale is true with how...fantastical my handsome hunter can be...

OOF and I say oof on behalf of Leona, not Rook...💀

Awwee. But I still love you, my handsome hunter.

BUT STOP DOING THAT THING WHERE YOU NARROW YOUR EYES AT ME! Are you looking into my soul when you do that?! Please don’t! MMMMMMMMFFFFFF YOU MAKE ME SICK! (very affectionately) 

WAIT?! Were you doing what I think you were doing?! 👀

Yeah what he said! You’re the trickster this time! 😤

SO! FUN FACT! THIS groovy art right here was one of the first I saw of Rook that made me begin to fall for him. Something about his stance, so menecing but his smile is still so charming! He see’s his prey within his grasp but he’s just enjoying the view, enjoying the warm sunny day, not making a sound while is victim doesn’t suspect a thing. Just toying with them, relishing their false sense of security before he begins his hunt. But at the same time there’s something almost...intimate in his gaze. Like the tender smile he would give a lover or something. Maybe that’s my thirst speaking but there is certainly a level of familiarity there which can admittedly be kinda sus depending on who you are and who I am. He’s just so casual as he looking down at us like a cat eying a mouse, ready to attack. And of course the first thing I could think of was Rook looking down as he’s about to [REDACTED]

Yeeeaaahhhh...and with that, I think I’m gonna end it here before I get TOO carried away. But yeah, this was a fun event. Hoping the next event is maybe Ghost Marriage or Fairy Gala. Also this will probably be the last reaction post for a while since I did read a third of book 5. I’ll go back to it once the second third of book 5 hits en and I can catch up with everyone else! That is, if I don’t get too impatient before then! 😭😂

[strawberrysoup]

Pocketful of Posies || Chapter 6

You’d been hiding for years and years now; from your family, from society, from alphas and packs. Suppressants were dangerous but effective and necessary for an omega who refused to be owned—but no suppressants were strong enough to fool the nose of a super soldier, who together with his pack would stop at nothing to bind you to them forever.

pairings: dark!Avengers x reader

word length: 2.9K

chapters: 6/?

warnings: A/B/O dynamics, power imbalances, noncon and dubcon sexual situations, loss of autonomy, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat — this is a dark!fic, read at your own risk. more detailed content warnings are included at the end of the chapter to avoid spoilers, click through the read more, CTRL + F “content warnings”.

notes: slightly shorter than my usual, but i needed to get some stuff fixed up. if ya’ll like my stories please consider donating to my ko-fi— a bitch is poor lmao

Steve swept you up in his arms and turned to deposit you on the landing upstairs, evidently trusting the others to keep you contained for a moment. There was an audible scuffle going on in the den, Bucky would be heard growling from outside—snapping at someone who made the mistake of asking how he’d gotten out there so fast? Tony was growling at Peter who looked seconds away from begging for forgiveness.

“You guys made it safe, I’m happy to see you Nat,” Steve drew the redhaired woman into his arms and sighed in relief, but you couldn’t tell if it was a question or a statement; honestly you were having trouble thinking, your brain clouded with the sudden onset of absolute and uncontrolled panic.

The moment the black-haired man had been pulled away by the delta currently stomping back up the stairs, clarity had returned to you like a slap in the face. The golden fog that obscured your vision immediately dissipated and just as quickly you’d been overwhelmed with gut wrenching fear. You didn’t actually remember kicking Steve in the face or making a break for the stairs, but evidently you had and you cursed your hindbrain for running towards the stairs—you should’ve jumped straight out the window; you had a better chance at out running Bucky and whoever else was down there than the two alpha primes and their surrounding packmates.

Before you could even take a step towards the still wide-open window, the black-haired man appeared with a green flash and wrapped around you tightly. “Shhh , pet, no. No windows for you, darling, come now—back to your nest.”

In a moment of truly unusual harmony, your consciousness and hindbrain agreed that the bed was the last place you wanted to be. That wasn’t your bed, the omega hissed tearfully, you’d never made a nest—that wasn’t yours. It could barely be called a nest, even. There hadn’t been any careful consideration regarding the placement of the pillows and blankets, there were no articles of clothing or soft items that had been scavenged or stolen to elicit a feeling of safety or comfort. Worst of all was the way it smelled. Obviously, it didn’t reek, the mix of individual scents wasn’t a bad conglomeration, but your hindbrain whined at the unfamiliarity. This wasn’t your pack’s scent.

The cohesion was jarring, and you groaned. Regardless of the reasoning, your hindbrain was aware that you didn’t get to have a pack and that reminder always hurt. It desperately desired one, but an omega’s primary objective was survival.

After all, you in all of your fully conscious state knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you would never have a pack—it wasn’t a matter of wanting or not wanting at this point in your life. You were too old to be regressed into the type of omega that packs wanted, your body too badly reliant on the chemical reactions produced by suppressants after fifteen years to stop taking them. At your age, to be found by a pack meant death.

They would get sick of trying to fix you. You’d die from quitting the suppressants cold turkey. They’d beat you for disobedience until your body gave up. You were nearly thirty and that was ancient for an unbound omega and you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks. Especially an old dog who was bound and determined not to be taught.

“LOKI!” Bucky bellowed as he stomped past Steve and the redhead on the stairs, looking three shades past furious.

The man holding you let go very quickly after that, spinning you away and moving to intercept the furious delta with an equally unpleasant expression. Why couldn’t you have just fucking kept it together upon meeting Bruce—that blood in the water, shark nosed asshole, if you had reigned in your panic there was no way he could’ve scented you through your suppressants. Steve was a different story, but if you’d been quick and calm you probably could’ve made it.

You scanned the room quickly; Bruce was on the bed, checking on Wanda. Bucky and Loki were on the floor fighting, half entangled with Peter and Sam who were doing their best to put their own fight aside to keep the deltas from killing each other. Steve was still halfway down the stairs with the other redhead, talking to her quietly. Tony was—

“Okay, princess, okay,” Tony was wrapped tightly around you from behind, carefully keeping your head braced between his chin and shoulder when you tried to thrash. “This isn’t fair to you, you’re way too fragile for this right now. Put your head here, breathe with me.”

“Please let me go,” you didn’t realize you were crying until you spoke, words coming out in sobs. “I don’t want to die like this, please—”

“You are not going to die, little love,” Thor sounded so sad from where he came to stand in front of you. “I’m not going to bond you, not while you’re so upset. But the results of the tests Bruce ran showed that you are in danger. I cannot allow that and no matter how angry you are with us, we will not let you suffer needlessly.”

“I’m not suffering! I swear, I swear I’m not suffering I’m, I’m happy! I’m happy living my life the way I have been. Please, let me have the choice, I want to be alone, it makes me happy!”

Trying to explain to a literal God why you deserved personal agency was an exhausting business, especially when said God was as condescending as Thor. His indulgent and sad smile was nearly enough to tip you over the edge, but there really wasn’t a point in getting angry—he obviously couldn’t even fathom the concept that what he was doing was wrong. It’s not like you could do anything anyway, you weren’t built for violence but for running away. Every bone in your body vibrated with rage; the injustice was overwhelming.

For fifteen whole years you’d been just fine. You would’ve continued to be just fine, if it weren’t for some super nosed freaks crossing your path. What were the odds of the only people in the world who could scent you from beneath more than a decade’s worth of suppressant use would have a cabin in Quebec that you happened to clean—and run into said people because they happened to show up early; an incredibly unusual situation.

It made you think about Mrs. Hunt. She’d only called to give you a heads up because of the last time, when the homeowner had tried to assault you even while he’d thought that you were a beta . You wondered how long it would take her to realize something was wrong; it was getting late and you’d yet to return her cart despite telling her you’d be there shortly.

The real question would be whether she tried to help or not once she discovered your presentation. She could try to help, try to stick them with omega theft, but they could claim civic duty like Peter had earlier. Besides, that was contingent upon her wanting to help you considering you’d lied to her for so many years.

“You’re so distressed, won’t you let me purr for you?”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare take away—”

“Little love, please—”

“Don’t call me that. You don’t even know me,” you spat, turning to address the room at large. “What kind of fucking superheros are you? Let go of me! Let me go!”

Tony sighed and hefted you up into his arms, one wrapped around your torso while the other hooked under your knees and pinned you carefully across his body. You struggled uselessly against his strong hold; he wasn’t as strong as Thor or Steve, but his bicep was massive next to your head and you could feel his muscles through his clothes as he walked to the bed.

“We can’t, princess,” he murmured into the side of your head as he lowered both of you to the bed, sitting propped against a mass of pillows in the corner. “We’ll never find an unbound omega in your age range again. Plenty of omegas have been offered to us, but they’re all practically children. You’re our last chance—”

“There are plenty! You said plenty! Pick the oldest who wants to be in this fucking shit show and leave me alone!” Everyone tensed when the tone in your voice approached a shriek.

“We’re not taking an omega who’s not even legal to drink—”

“That alpha is like eighteen!” You tried to gesture to Peter, who gaped at you like you’d wounded him, but your arms were still pinned tightly to your sides.

“Peter is twenty-four, actually,” Tony spoke with mirth when Peter jumped onto the bed and crawled until he was pressed against Tony’s side and your back. “And before you ask, Wanda is twenty-six.”

“We’re so lucky to have found you,” the alpha half purred, pressing his nose into the back of your neck. “We’ll make you happy, happier than you are now.”

“It’s gonna be a rough start,” Bruce laid down in the nest a few feet away, welcoming the woman you recognized as the Black Widow into his arms when she slithered into the bed. “We have to balance your hormones, or you will die. You wouldn’t have lasted another year on those suppressants.”

“Death would be a reprieve,” you hissed shortly, freezing when the tone of the room immediately changed.

All attention was suddenly on you, Bruce still making direct eye contact with those sad puppy eyes, “I know that feeling, sweetheart—”

“We will do it another way then,” Thor interrupted, sending Bruce a quieting but loving look. “I said I would not bond you while you are in distress anda I will never break a promise to you. Open your mouth, this will be quick.”

Steve seemed to sigh in response and followed to stand next to the other prime, “I lost my chance. You’ll help her?”

Thor leveled the shorter blond with a careful look before nodding, both showing signs of deference and affection and respect that you did not care for. The rattle of a belt prompted Tony to turn you, setting you carefully between his legs while continuing to hold down your arms with what could appear to be an affectionate bear hug. He even linked his fingers with yours, squeezing gently as you tried to squirm.

“No. No, no no no, that’s disgusting, I won’t—”

“Shhh , I’ll do all the work little love, all you need to do is swallow.”

He was jerking his cock carefully, a flick of his wrist near the head catching your eye. That was a dangerous weapon, the same way you’d come to learn Steve’s was and you had no intention of letting it anywhere near your mouth. You clamped your lips shut, teeth grinding.

“Stubborn,” Peter snorted a laugh and you would’ve snapped at him had his hand not dove between your thighs, fingers gliding through the slick lips of your cunt until he found your clit.

You had to stop yourself from screeching, the head of Thor’s cock directly in front of your face. “Very. Come on now, open up.”

The fingers pinching your nose shut came as a shock, you’d crushed your eyes shut out without realizing it and they snapped open when your face was assaulted. Steve was kneeling on the bed, carefully cutting of your air supply with one hand and stroking your head with the other.

“Come on, precious, you’ve gotta breathe,” he stated softly, smiling when you were forced to pull your lips back to gasp for breath—until he realized your teeth were still locked together. “Really ‘mega?”

The next thing you knew his thumb was shoving against your molars, literally prying your jaw open. There was no way to fight it without hurting yourself, especially once he wedged his thick thumb between your top and bottom teeth. You barely had a second to anticipate the horror before an unnecessarily large cock found it’s way between your lips.

You tried to shriek, your brain finally catching up to the whole series of events, but it was no use. His scent was overwhelming and his dick stretched your lips, your jaw forced completely open. Thor groaned, a triggering noise as he very carefully pressed forward until your mouth was completely full and he was settled against you tongue.

“Suck for me, little love, just a little,” he grunted, just barely working his member between your lips while his huge hand stroked the rest.

It took a surprisingly small amount of time for a massive load of cum to shoot into your mouth. It was thick, and the way that Thor growled immediately made your pupils blow wide like you’d done a line of coke.  

Your body went lax immediately and you swallowed on instinct when a hand gently rubbed your throat. The fuzz in your brain was the result of arousal, a brutal orgasm that rocked your body at the sound in combination with your body’s sheer delight at the taste of alpha cum. Somewhere you realized that was disgusting but the haze in your brain made you more focused on the hand between your thighs rather than the indignity.

“Man, this shit ain’t fair,” Sam complained, panting from the exertion of trying to prevent Loki and Bucky from killing each other. “They get to cuddle and we—Hey!  Quit that, man!”

“All of you stop fighting,” Steve’s alpha order was brutal and effective.

The sounds of scuffling from behind Thor stopped immediately and there were huffs and snarls and low grumbles but the nest started shifting all around you. You were dropped back to lay against Tony’s chest, having inadvertently swallowed the entirety of the god’s massive load.

“She’s so cute,” Wanda cooed from somewhere to your left.

“We’ll need to go over what we’re doing from here,” Steve sighed once everyone had settled, still watching your dazed expression with a small smile. “But let’s just… nest for a bit, okay?”

The word nest triggered something in your half alpha-cum stoned brained and you looked around the den with a displeased expression. It was a terrible nest; all of the pillows and blankets were in weird heaps and the scent was so wrong. You didn’t really want to nest here, your hindbrain grumbled in agreement, but you’d fix the damn thing. You whined and wriggled until Steve gave Tony the go ahead to stop fully restraining you.

The bed was incredibly soft, which was an upside and crawling across it was like sinking your knees into clouds as you collected the soft heaps of blankets and pillows as you went. You wanted everything off so you could start from scratch, brain muddled by the wrongness of the current layout. You wanted to wash the sheets, the pillow cases, the blankets, all of it. The scent wasn’t right.

“Help her.” It was a quiet request from the Black Widow, who’d also started shifting around to remove the items. “She doesn’t like it like this.”

It was easier to get everything pushed away and in neat piles with the packs’ help, everyone immediately moving to help organize the pillows. You only snapped at the blond beta—Hawkeye, your memory supplied— once for putting a soft blanket on the pile with the not soft blankets. He immediately gave an apologetic burr to which your hindbrain purred back instinctually; evidently a good reaction.

“Why does she like Clint? They haven’t even spoken.”

“She doesn’t like him, she snarled at him!”

“She hasn’t purred at anyone else!”

“Shut up, fuckin’ idiot.”

The noise you made was one of discontent and disdain, the arguing deltas immediately quieting. You didn’t argue with the chirping growl that meant displeased omega, not in a real pack where the goal was to keep omegas pleased and docile. Somewhere your brain reminded you that this wasn’t your pack but the alpha hormones filling your blood and confusing you and yet somehow all you could focus on was whining and pushing at pack members to get them out of the way as your rearranged; clicking your teeth grumpily when you were handed a blanket instead of a pillow or vice versa.

You found yourself being corralled back into the corner, where Natasha and Wanda immediately wrapped themselves around you. Thor had found Bruce and settled beside and settled near your feet where you’d built an intricate nest wall of pillows and blankets. Two of the deltas, Tony and Loki seemed to be glaring at each other—even as Tony laid himself completely on top of the other and they both relaxed into comfortable holds.

It was interesting, watching the pack dynamics as they moved between each other. Clint wrapped around Natasha from behind the same way Carol found her way behind Wanda. Peter had weaseled his way into curling against Loki’s side while tossing a leg over the man’s hip, subsequently laying it over the backs of Tony’s thighs. Sam, Bucky and Steve all found their way into a neat grouping on the bed closest to the stairs, piled as close to the subsequent piles of superheros as possible.

There was some sort of pattern beginning to form in the back of your brain but you were still too confused, too sucked into your own omega hindbrain by the overwhelming introduction of alpha hormone to your system. Instead of following the thought through to the end, you found yourself warm and comfortable and full and falling asleep tucked between the groupings of presentations as if it wasn’t totally, 100% against your will.

 content warnings: forced cum eating, chemical manipulation, dead dove: do not eat

[flocholate-chip]

YA’LL- why is everyone so hateful to the floch simpppssssss- like i know he did some shitty stuff but damn people really treat his fans like some kind of social outcast.

Like most of the floch simps are just unproblematic unassuming bros why are ya’ll so mean to us we’re VIBING just like you and we didn’t do shit to you!

None of us are trying to say what floch has done is okay. We’re just saying we like him.

To those of you who are constantly posting hate about floch, i don’t really care. Frankly, nine times out of ten i laugh at the ken memes too. I love seeing them.

But if you’re really going to be out here posting stuff like,

“Floch simp’s kindly get the fuck out of my page. :)” or.

“I swear to god I’m going to vomit if i have to interact with a floch Stan.”

(Ya’ll KNOW who you are, and yes, one of those was a DIRECT quote that actually prompted me to post this.)

You need to check yourself. We didn’t do anything to you. We’re not asking you to share the same opinion as us, we’re not going to get mad if you don’t. All we ask is that we don’t get demonized for finding comfort in a character that YOU specifically don’t like. Your behavior in the aot fandom community is the kind of shit that makes me sick.

I Stan floch but you’ll NEVER see me posting shit like

‘Gabi stans don’t interact.’

Because I’m respectful to EVERYONE no matter which character they take comfort in because everyone should be able to be comfortable to talk about what they enjoy in this fandom.

I’m sick of opening the floch tag to see nothing but a bunch of posts telling me I’m a terrible person. I’m sure other people who Stan controversial characters feel the same way. I don’t really care what you all think about a character. be respectful to those who feel safe and comfortable with that character. And for God’s sake, grow up. The Floch stans aren’t gonna give you the plague and the Gabi stans aren’t gonna murder your family.

[eddsworld-headies]

i was wondering if u could do a tord/tom with a female reader that dresses really baggy-VERY TOMBOYISH but is decked out with all types of rings and chains. doesn’t dress girly but still barely wears makeup and likes to have pretty nails at the same time.

Oh wow what a coincidence my-- OC IS JUST LIKE THAT HAHA WELL SINCE YOU ASKED MIGHT AS WELL RIGHT??

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Tom huffed loudly, not noticing that Tord had helped himself to sitting at the kitchen table to watch him press his forehead to the window, looking outside. He simply stayed silent, watching the brit get frustrated while opening and closing cabinets.

"Lose something?"

Tom groaned, slamming the cupboard door and turning round and facing the Norwegian with a sneer. "Screw off. I don't need you chewing my ear off." He replied grumpily, moving towards the living room and giving a quick glance around. " What, did you lose something in the bottom of your flask? Other than your self-worth?"

"EDD!" Tom shouted, making Tord roll his eyes as he stood up, following Tom as he moved up the stairs. "Jesus, don't be such a tattletail. I'll stop bothering you." "This isn't about you, Commie."

The two stopped in Edd's doorway, Tom holding onto the edge of the door trim as he leaned in. The leader of the group was jamming to some tunes at his drafting table, tablet pen in hand and hoodie wrapped around his waist.

His room was messy, seeing as he wasn't the only one occupying the room now that their newest addition moved in from America and needed a place to stay.

"Hey," Tom said loudly, moving in and lightly slapping Edd's shoulder, the tallest of the group shifting his eyes over before lifting his left earbud out. " Where's your sister?" The black eyed man asked." Huh?" "Your sister, dude, where is she?" " I dunno. She's your girlfriend, keep better track." "It's not like I have a tracker on her or something." "Then maybe you should invest in one." Edd retorted, settling his earbud back in his ear.

"Thanks for the help." The dirty blonde scoffed, pushing the second ginger of the house to the side and moving past him. "Oh!" Edd said, pulling out his earbud once more. "If you figure it out, let me know!" "Whatever!"

"You seem ever worried today," Tord started, continuing to follow the other-- much to his annoyance. " What? You fuck something up again?" " Fuck off. I haven't seen her all day. I'm just worried, Dick." "It's not like she can't take care of herself." "I know that. But she's a fucking dumbass with an impulse disorder and a can of pepper spray. Plus 4 years of law enforcement and dumb fucking defense classes in a tiny 5 foot package. The girl thinks she's indestructible and that doesn't go well with her--" "Tendency to do dumb fucking shit?" "That's putting it lightly. I guess getting into trouble runs in the family."

Tom perked up when the front door opened, Matt walking in with his hands behind his back as a much shorter figure following behind.

"Fuck, there you are-- What's with your hair?" Tom asked, moving toward his girlfriend, who's impossibly short cut hair almost replicated her brother's. " It's windy. And of course someone had to put the top down." She said, green eyes narrowing at the freckled ginger who was smiling brightly. "Oh, but look how good my hair is!" Matt whined, trying to get a bit of sympathy from his best friend's sister.

It was times like this that Tom realized, without her snake bites and brow piercing, their were only a few differences to Edd and his sister. Besides the accents, they could be twins if her eyes were a different color. And you know... If she wasn't a fucking twig.

Tom can remember how hilarious he thought the two were where they were younger. Sure, they weren't as big as they were now, but seeing this skinny short stack next to a guy like Edd and claiming them to be siblings was hilarious. But they looked a like, identical traits in each but separate none the less.

He had to admit, seeing his girlfriend without her hair pushed back was a little odd. She rarely wore it in a cowlick like her brother.

"Okay. Where did you two go off too?" He asked, noticing that the only girl in the house hand her hands shoved into the pockets of her blue zip up hoodie. The red long sleeve down to her wrists while the blue sleeves of her jacket were up to her elbows, and her tan pants and sneakers were slightly muddy. Practically all the cuffs of her pants were dirty, since she usually liked to go through puddles and mud rather than walk around a foot or two.

"We went to the mall!" Matt exclaimed, suddenly thrusting his hands into Tom's face. The shorter flinched, grabbing Matt's wrists and pushing them away to get a look at his hands. His nails were long, at least an inch and a half, and bright purple with butterflies and hearts. They were rectangles at the top and wrapped pretty nicely in a white french tip. "Aren't my nails gorgeous?"

"Yeah, their great," Tom said, letting his wrists go. " And why did you need to get your nails done?" "They were so dull before! I can't be this perfect and have dull nails! Plus, we got a 5% coupon!" Matt explained. Tom looked over to his girlfriend. " And how much did this cost?"

" 63 pounds each." She answered, her boyfriend raising a pierced brow. "Each?"

"Ah! Well yes, of course! I simply couldn't have a spa day all to myself," The ginger said as Tord took a seat on the couch, messing with his phone. "Sooo, I invited Bridget to come along!" He said, grabbing her hands out of her own pockets and revealing her nails. Long and sharp, deep blue with little piercings on them and a little blue marbling.

She smiled guiltily as Tom's eyes widened. "I mean- I couldn't not." She defended. "Bride- Baby, You're an All-star, really-" "Ah yes, just what every girl wants to hear." She teased lightly, fully knowing neither were at the "I love you stage" yest so finding a compromise was hard. "Yeah yeah- But... You're the clumsiest person I know. And you chew nail polish off your nails. In what world is this a good idea?"

Bridget blew air as her ran her hands through her hair, the front lightly sticking up in her normal do but half deflated without hair gel. " There is none- But! Listen to this!" She said excitedly, moving towards the wall and clicking her nails repeatedly on it with a wide smile, the noise loud and slightly satisfying. " Eh? Right? Isn't that great?" She asked. Tord sat up, laughing lightly. "You game for a living and the first thing you do is get acrylics-?" Bridget shushed him, moving over and running her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp as his face scrunched up.

"Don't think about the future, think about the now." "OH gOd that's horrible!" Tord groaned, cringing but laughing at the odd feeling. "Fuck it feels like your scratching my brains!" Tom rolled his pitch black eyes. " You're gonna hate those in two hours." He insisted, watching her creep closer. "Okay. I'm hearing you," She said. " But in my defense...."

Bridget moved forward, wiggling her fingers in her boyfriends face. "These are fucking sick." She whispered, her nails lightly scratching at his stubble and making his laugh and pull back from the ticklish feeling. " Fuck that's absolute shit." He chuckled, face scrunching as Edd jumped down the stairs.

"Hey! I knew I heard you-" His eyes widened as they landed on his sister, the siblings locked in a staring contest as she slowly moved her hand away, this time towards her brother.

"What the hell are those?" "Edddyyyy," "Don't you dare." "EEEEEddddddyyyy," "Bridget, I swear to god if you touch me with those things-" " I think you need a back scratch, Eddy bo' Beddy." "Get away from me you fucking dwarf!"

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Tom groaned as he scratched his stomach, lazily flipping out the band of his sweatpants so he didn't have to tie them as he went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge door, goosebumps forming over his chest as he reached in to grab the milk. He kicked the door close with his foot and turned to fill his glass, jumping out of his skin at the figure in the arch way to the living room and hall.

"Jesus-! Damn it, Bridget! The hell are you doing?" He asked, hand over his chest as she stared at him, eyes slightly bloodshot and wide as she stood in the arch way, his blue hoodie down to her thighs and the peaks of dinosaur boxers underneath. Her hair was spiked up now, only slightly ruffled. " Did you just finish your stream?"

"Seventy-eight," She said shakily. " Seventy-eight fffffucking run-throughs, because my fucking nails! Keep getting caught!" She whispered- but it was more of a stage whisper with her theatrics as she held her hands out awkwardly. " I want them off, Thomas." Tom stared at her for a moment, eyes wide as she looked at him with a death glare.

"..Uhhhhh," He dragged. ".... There's a Buzzsaw in the attic?"

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haha I really just wrote a short with my Oc in it cause I have that kinda power so suck it

( But if ya'll really want an x reader one I can write another one. It'll litterally be the same though I have a bunch more asks to get through)

[binniedeactivated]

txt reactions. || 👾👾

I saw a national children’s day post earlier and got inspired so I’d like to bless ya’ll with some fluff!

(yes I included the maknaes,, even though they are still young I think they would make amazing fathers in the future🥺)

TXT finding out you’re pregnant ....

soobin; it was the same time around soobin’s birthday. you’d been getting so nauseous and sick the past couple of weeks and you had an idea of what was going on, you just weren’t sure. gathering up your courage you decide to buy a couple of tests from the drug store, trying to settle the issue once and for all. you’re heart sunk to the floor once the two small lines appeared on the mini screen. you checked the box a thousand times to make sure the two lines meant you were pregnant. you read it over again trying to make sure you weren’t losing your mind. but you weren’t. you were pregnant. you were kind of freaked out about it so you didn’t know how to tell soobin, in words especially. once he went off to work on songs and dances with the boys, you went out to the store and bought a small t shirt. a baby one that snapped cutely at the bottom. you bought a gift bag and some tissue paper and piled it to the top so soobin had no idea what he was in for. once soobin came home your palms immediately became sweaty. you tried your hardest not to show your nerves. “hey baby. you okay? how was your day today?”. he’d ask. “it was good. I still feel kind of sick though. I bought you something while i went out”. you’d say, shoving the bag in his chest. he’d grasp it smirking, “what’s this?”.  “it’s a shirt that kind of reminded me of you. I thought you’d like it”. you explain with your heart pounding. soobin throws layers and layers of tissue paper on the floor until he got to the very bottom of the bag. he clutches the t shirt and unfolds it in the air to get a better look at it. his eyes widened once he saw that it was a baby’s shirt that read, “I’ve got the best daddy ever”. 

“are you really-?”. he trailed off with his mouth agape. 

“yes soobin”.

soobin drops everything and hugs you, kissing you on your cheeks. “I love you and we got this alright? don’t be scared”. he was trying to be as affectionate as possible but he was jittering on the inside. a little soobin? oh he couldn’t wait.

yeonjun; yeonjun tried to be as patient as he could with you. he thought maybe you were on your period so that’s why you’ve been grumpy these past couple of weeks. the funny thing was, your period had already passed. you couldn’t explain the reasons for your emotions. they were just there and you had no control over them. you cried over every wrong thing yeonjun did. he bought you the wrong flavor ice cream, the wrong sized shoe, the wrong sized clothes. usually you’d shrug these types of things off so you couldn’t believe yourself when you actually began tearing up. you thought maybe you were going through an early menopause or something, you were quite terrified of what was happening to you. you went to the doctor’s office as soon as yeonjun was out of sight. you couldn’t believe your ears when the doctor told you that you were two months pregnant. you told him he had to be lying to you. but it was kind of hard to lie once he rubbed the aquasonic gel on your tummy and placed the probe against it. you saw a tiny being growing inside you on the screen. you also heard some weird sounds to which the doctor was telling you it was your baby’s heart beat. you could cry; as emotional as you were. 

your nerves were already wrecked and to make matters worse you didn’t know how you were going to tell yeonjun. he enters the house that night and you glare over at him. he immediately sighs, knowing you were going to cry over something stupid once again. “you know what babe? maybe we just need some time alone from each other”. he finalizes. “i don’t need time alone. why don’t you want to be with me? you’re supposed to be there for me through everything not just leave”. 

“I’m not leaving. but your attitude is really getting the best of you and I don’t want to lash out on you”. 

“then don’t”. 

“see? it’s smart remarks like that that pisses me off and you know that”. yeonjun snaps. you didn’t know why his attitude grew another type of anger inside you. you took the envelope from your lap and threw it at his head. 

“and now you’re throwing things?”. yeonjun complains while picking the envelope up off the floor. he was going to toss it to the side until he realized it was from the medical office and it had your name on it. “wait what is this?”.

he questions before opening it and sliding the folded ultrasound pictures out of the slot. once they were out for him to see all of them unfolded and he saw it with a full view. his eyes were as wide as moons and he pushes his lips together humming frantically. “baby! you serious?!”. it was kind of cute how his attitude had went away. you folded your arms. 

“two months”. yeonjun smiles and punches the air. “yes!! yes! you know what? I should tell the guys. nah first i’m going to tell my mom. or my grandma. as a matter of fact i’ll wait until we know the gender I hope it’s a boy. he’s going to be a sexy beast like his daddy. if it’s a girl she’ll be so spoiled i swear--”. 

yeonjun babbles, going on and on about his plans. you wanted to continue being angry. but your new soon to be father was just too cute for your eyes.

beomgyu; you knew already. from the constant peeing to the puking you knew what was up. beomgyu didn’t though so it was kind of hard to keep letting him cater to you day after day. he’d leave work early just to come home to you and make sure you were well fed and taken care of. he’d even stop by the store and pick up some medicine to help you feel better. whatever was wrong with you he hoped to god it wasn’t anything serious. more than anything else he loved spending time and having fun with you and it was kind of hard when you were sick like this. well at least, he thought you were sick. you were thankful for everything he was doing so there was no way you were going to keep this secret from him any longer. however you didn’t want to tell him with your own words. you decided to call yeonjun. “hello?”. he answers, “hey yeonjun i have to tell you something”.   “listen if beomgyu once again turned the washing machine on forgetting he had to put clothes in it, that was his own stupidity and i’m not in charge of controlling him”. 

you laugh, “what? no. that sounds like something he’d do. and it kind of worries me considering what I’m about to tell you”. 

“what is it?”. 

“I’m pregnant. alright? what I’m going to call for a delivery to the studio to surprise him. I want you to record everything. don’t tell him”. 

“holy shit he’s going to be a parent? god bless you”. you laugh again, “yeonjun record it!”. “I will”. he promises. 

beomgyu had been practicing really hard today. trying to get the moves correct before the soon to come show. all the members were against the wall on their phones or carrying on. they had the moves down already so there was no need for constant rehearsal for them. but for beomgyu this was the peak of his stress. he watches himself attentively in the mirror until a delivery guy walks in out of the blue. 

“delivery for Choi Beomgyu”, he informs, with a big box of diapers in his hand. beomgyu turns around confused. “diapers?”. the delivery guy nods and the members are on the wall staring with just as much confusion. all except for yeonjun who was recording like you’d ask. the guy hands beomgyu the box and he instantly shoots a look to the rest of the members. “quit trying to be funny. this was a weak joke”. 

“it wasn’t from us”. yeonjun smiles with his phone camera pointed at a frustrated gyu. “oh yeah? then whose it from?”. “your girlfriend”. beomgyu looks back at the box in his hands and think for a moment. “why would she send me a box of---”. and it was clear that his lightbulb had went off. he dropped the box and started jumping around like a lunatic. “babe! baby! is she on the phone with you yeonjun?! is that her?!!”. he screams while the rest of the members clap and laugh. “she told me to record your reaction”. 

“I’m going to be a fucking dad!! holy shit!!”. he screams to the top of his lungs.

taehyun; oh boy. it was a battle between you and taehyun. it was you trying to figure out how you were going to tell him that you were, versus him trying to figure out how he was going to tell you that he already knew. either way it goes, you both knew there was soon to be a little taehyun on board. you’d get all the symptoms, fatigue/exhaustion, cramping, peeing and vomiting. taehyun would do his research on how to comfort you better or how he typed it in his search bar, “how to comfort a pregnant woman”. for some reason taehyun was very knowledgeable on this type of thing. to taehyun it was easy. you were acting out of character way too often and it was often companioned by a stream of odd emotions that he couldn’t explain. something was definitely off about you and it wasn’t hard for him to know exactly what it was. he wouldn’t get angry at anything, he’d rather hold your hands and calmly tell you to relax and that things were going to be okay. he’d ask you if there was anything you wanted from him and if you wanted him to cook your favorite foods before he was off to work. you weren’t far along but you were feeling fat already. you felt yourself get kind of heavier and as a result you ached more than normal. taehyun would run you warm baths and compliment you often. you only let a couple more weeks pass by before you gained the courage. you woke up one saturday morning determined that he was going to know. but there was way too much noise in your house and before you did anything you had to know what it was. you painfully walked to where the noise was coming from and there was taehyun in a black sweat suit with his hat turned backwards. he was sweating and you were trying to figure out what he was doing. 

“taehyun? why are you making so much noise?”. 

“I’m moving things”. 

“for what?”. 

taehyun pushes the dresser in the hallway to the side. he pushes open the door that was behind it. once you saw the view you could just cry. he was turning one of the empty rooms inside your house into a nursery. He already started painting it grey and yellow and adding elephant teddies on the furniture. you held your heart in awe.

“taehy--”. 

“yes i know already”, he laughs. “you’re going to be such a good mommy”.

kai; you have been missing kai like crazy. and even more with your hormones raging now that you know you’re 3 months along.  you couldn’t believe that you guys were going to be parents. it was insane. kai, the chaotic and you, his sidekick? you didn’t know how this baby would turn out. maybe just as crazy as kai. maybe just as crazy as you. maybe a little bit of both. either way you didn’t mind. kai had been touring these past three months and it was especially hard for you receiving the news on your own. he’d face time you quite often and you had to try your best to be normal and to not let your emotions get the best of you. it would be another couple of weeks until he came back but you couldn’t wait any longer. the secret was eating you alive and you figured he had to know one of these days. you and taehyun had been working together to figure out a plan for the surprise. yes, you picked taehyun because you figured out of all the members he’d probably be more organized with this. 

and you were definitely right. it was late and the boys were performing in Kai’s hometown. Honolulu, Hawaii and what a better feeling was it to get this news while he already felt at home? After performing more than half of their newest album, The Dream Chapter: Eternity the boys were more than exhausted. But they couldn’t forget their end of show ritual of talking with MOAS and having a good time with them before they were back on the road. each of the boys gave a separate small speech about their love for moas and how they appreciated them. Taehyun however, assured MOAS that he loved them but he had an even better speech in mind, and that his was especially for kai. The lights in the stadium dimmed at taehyun’s command like he planned, and the giant screen behind them glowed a soft yellow color. There was baby footprints, and a poem that read, 

“Mommy told me your name was kai, so I wanted to tell daddy that I said Hi!”.

within an instant the members were screaming and jumping around along with moas. Kai was shocked. but he was so happy he’d be raising a child with you. he raised the microphone to say something but he couldn’t. his lip trembled and he immediately started crying out of pure joy. 

[mermaidssonshipss]

that way

warnings: angst-ish, cursing, smut-ish

pairings: jj maybank x reader

word count: 1,618

hello it is i, effy, back again with another friends to lovers (kinda) pining trope bc we all know i’m a bitch for it. enjoy it babes. also hehe i absolutely love when ya’ll reblog w/ comments and stuff or when you reply with your thoughts it makes my day so thank you for everyone who does that, it makes writing worth it to know people enjoy it. even those who send comments on anon, it means just as much! love ya’ll so so so much.

inspired by “that way” by tate mcrae

From across the boneyard, you could feel his eyes on you, but you refused to give in and meet his gaze. 

A touron was currently attached to his hip, his arm wrapped around her shoulder as she giggled at every word he said, even if it wasn’t funny, but all he could focus on was you. You were moving around the beach, your steps effortless as you sent smiles to those around you, your yellow sundress blowing in the wind, exposing your tan legs. His jaw clenched as he watched the other boys around the boneyard watching you, whispering to their friends about the things they’d do to you. In his mind, he was the only one who was allowed to touch you, to look at you, but you were on a mission to prove that idea wrong.

You were sick of JJ’s games. You were sick of feeling used, like you weren’t good enough for the blue-eyed heart boy. He’d made it clear time and time again that you two were nothing, just friends, but friends don’t look at friends the way he looked at you. They don’t touch you the way he does. You weren’t going to play anymore, you were removing your piece from his chess board.

As your eyes scanned the crowd, glazing over JJ and latching onto a kook you’d seen around the island a couple times, you’d decided tonight, you were going to do whatever, and whoever, you wanted. The kook caught your gaze, giving you a smirk as he excused himself from his group of friends and made his way to you.

“Refill?” He asked as he stepped in front of you, noticing the empty cup in your hand. You shook your head, sending him a smile as you lightly flicked your hair over your shoulder.

“Nah, think I’m gonna wanna be somewhat sober tonight.” your words were laced with bad intentions, and he caught on right away.

“You wanna get out of here?” his voice was deep as he asked, nodding his head towards a bunch of parked cars behind you two. You nodded in response, and he slipped his hand in yours, pulling you across the sand. Your cup was discarded into a strangers hand as you passed them, a knowing wink being sent your way.

Your bare feet hit the gravel of the dirty road, and you ignored how uncomfortable it felt as the two of you weaved through cars before approaching a black BMW. The boy, who’s name you still didn’t know, pushed you against the vehicle, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. You wrapped your arms arounds his shoulders, pushing yourself up on your tip toes slightly, and his hips pushed into yours, pinning them against the car. A frustrated groan escaped your lips, which he took as a moan of pleasure, his hands sliding down between the car and your ass, gripping onto the flesh underneath your dress. All you could think about was how he didn’t taste like JJ, and he definitely didn’t kiss you like JJ did.

“What the fuck!” a voice shouted from behind the both of you, causing you to pull away. 

“Sorry, dude,” the kook shot back, sending the person a wink, “We’ll get out of here.” his head turned back to you and he began to open the car door, but it was quickly slammed shut.

“Get the fuck off my girl.” JJ seethed, his hands gripping onto the kooks shirt as he pushed him off of you. The kook looked at you, confusion filling his eyes.

“I’m not your girl, JJ.” You shot back, your voice equally as angry as his.

“Like hell you’re not.” He grabbed onto your forearm, pulling you away from the car and away from the kook.

“Get your hand off of me.” You ripped your arm from his grip and he stopped walking, causing you to bump into him and stumble back slightly.

“We need to talk. Alone.” 

“I don’t have shit to say to you.” You tried to move around him, but his arms grabbed you, and soon you were being thrown over his shoulder as he made his way towards the chateau that was hidden in the distance, “I swear to fucking god JJ!” Your fists were pounding against his back as he moved through the crowd, not even batting an eye at the weird looks the two of you were getting. One of his hands was on your waist, making sure you were secure on his shoulder, and the other was gripping onto the bottom of your dress, tugging it down and making sure no one was getting a free show.

Eventually he was kicking the door of the empty chateau open, the other pogues still back at the party. His boots were loud against the floor as he carried you into the guest room before shutting the door and placing you back on your feet. You were quick to slide around him, your body shooting for the door, but he was faster. His hand pressed against the door seconds after you’d opened it, slamming it shut, and you spun around, ready to snap at him, but he pressed his body up against yours, pinning you to the door as both of his hands rested beside your head on the cracked door.

“Get away from me.” you spoke through clenched teeth, JJ’s eyes hardening as he looked down at you, his pupils dilating at the sight before him.

“Did you really think you could fuck someone else and I wouldn’t say anything?”

“I can fuck whoever I want, JJ. I don’t give a fuck what you have to say about it.”

“You’re. Mine.” his voice was low as he spoke, his lips hovering over yours, and you were hyper aware of the way one of his hands had slipped down between the two of you, his fingertips trailing up the inside of your thigh, under your dress.

“Is that so?” you forced your words to come out smoothly, challenging him, “Because if I can recall correctly, I don’t belong to anyone, especially not you. You said so yourself.”

At your words, his jaw clenched, your eyes flickering to the skin as a few beads of sweat dripped down. The room was hot from both the weather and lack of ac, and your own body heat. The hand that was on your thigh tugged at the lace panties you had on, slipping beneath the fabric as he ran two fingers through your folds, his thumb pushing against your clit as he began to rub the little button. 

Your head fell back against the door, a whimper escaping your lips as your hands clutched onto his shoulders, your fingernails digging through the fabric of his shirt. You’d been absolutely soaked since he threw you over his shoulder, if you were being honest.

“Can he make you feel like this, baby?” JJ’s lips were trailing across your jawline slowly, sucking at the skin, making sure he left his mark. Without warning, the two fingers he had been slowly trailing through your folds were inserted into your cunt, his cold rings now pressing against the skin surrounding the drenched hole.

“JJ...” you whimpered his name, your hips slowly grinding down onto his hand to create more friction. He was curling his fingers inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out as your wetness leaked down your thighs. Every time he curled his digits inside of your walls, he pressed against that heavenly spot inside of you, causing the fire inside of your stomach to burn brighter each time. You were chasing after your high, his eyes now locked on your face, watching it twist in pleasure due to him. 

“No one will ever be able to make you feel as good as I do.” his lips were on yours as he spoke the words, his fingers now slamming into you, his rings creating a sensation you’d never felt before. The past times you’d been together, he’d taken his rings off, but this time he hadn’t even thought about it, and from the way you were squirming underneath him, chanting his name like a prayer, he figured you didn’t mind, “Say it. Say you’re mine.” Just as you were about to snap, he stilled his fingers, burying them inside of you as you clenched around the digits.

“Please!” You gasped, begging for release, and he pressed his thumb against your clit, but still didn’t move his fingers.

“Say. You’re. Mine.” He gritted out, increasing the pressure on your clit.

“I’m yours,” you gasped out, and his digits finally began to move again, “I’m always gonna be yours,” you whimpered, the spring finally snapping as you hung your head, your lips open in a silent cry. Instead of pulling his fingers out, he continued to pump them inside of you, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your sensitive bud, your body shivering against the door, and if it weren’t for his own body being pressed against yours, holding it up, you think you would’ve collapsed. You whined his name a couple of times, your hips trying to escape the assault on your clit, and finally, he pulled his hand away, slipping his fingers between his lips as he tasted your mess on them. You let out a sharp breath at the sight, trying to catch your breath as he stepped back. Your knees shook as you grabbed onto the doorknob for support, watching him closely. 

“You belong to me.” Were the last words he muttered to you before moving you out of the way and exiting the room, leaving you flustered in the guest-room of John B’s house.

[isatoru]

i swear so many of you on this app disgust me to no fucking extent and you make being HUMAN on this app so fucking hard, it makes me so fucking sick

tw: vent about strangers on this hell site sexualizing content creators because of their pronouns. under the cut. heavy cursing also

ya’ll see somebody with he/him or he/they pronouns and suddenly you act so fucking out of pocket and DISGUSTINGLY AND SEXUALLY flirt with them SOLEY because of that. as if they don’t have any boundaries or they aren’t human. AND WHEN YOU DON’T EVEN FUCKING KNOW THEM.

it genuinely makes me so fucking sick. the fact you get too fucking comfortable sexualizing strangers on the Internet WHO FRANKLY DONT FUCKING KNOW YOU OR OWE YOU SHIT and you expect them to flirt back with you SEXUALLY as well? as if they feel fucking obligated to? BECAUSE OF THEIR PRONOUNS? like what the actual FUCK? SINCERELY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

DO YOU FORGET THAT BEHIND A FUCKING SCREEN THERE’S SOMEBODY HUMAN TOO? WHO IS JUST HERE TO WRITE AND YOU’RE COMING IN HERE CROSSING LINES AND BEING DISGUSTING PIECES OF SHIT.

let people LIVE. have some fucking self respect, maybe even some fucking dignity. genuinely do NONE of you have any morals? like what in the ever living fuck is wrong with some of you? and it’s the way that the majority of these people do this shit on anonymous when they could easily be a fucking child abusing that option and not even a fucking adult. LIKE GET A FUCKING LIFE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? IT IS SO DISGUSTING AND EMBARRASSING. OH MY GOD.

if that person has stated openly they are fine with strangers flirting with them or flirting in a sexual manner then by all means, respect that and their extents. AND IF THEY DON’T, IF THEY HAVE STATED MULTIPLE TIMES OPENLY THEY ARE NOT OKAY WITH THAT THEN WHAT GIVES YOU THE FUCKING RIGHT TO DO THAT? YOU ARE SO FUCKING DISGUSTING. SHAME ON YOU.

every day you make existing on this app so fucking difficult and you then wonder why the people you like deactivate. it’s because people like you took away that safe space aspect that they came into this app for. because people like you don’t know how to fucking behave. YOU ARE DISRESPECTFUL AND DISGUSTING. SO FUCKING DISGUSTING.

one of my closest mutuals and good friends deactivated due to this reason and i am genuinely SEETHING right now because i feel so fucking useless about the situation. that i can’t individually fucking annihilate the bastards who would send them that shit to the point they deactivated because of how uncomfortable they got.

ya’ll couldn’t just fucking respect a person’s pronouns and keep to yourself. so fucking strange, DISGUSTING. ya’ll are so fucking strange and weird and DISGUSTING it angers me. IT SICKENS ME.

NOBODY ON THIS APP OWES YOU SHIT. NO ONE.

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.10

a/n: do ya’ll love Gei? because this chapter is dedicated for Gei <3

warnings: this cannot be read solo, flamboyance

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 11

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased​​ @infinite-universe-love​​ @dirtypride​ @blackymomo03​ @azzie @purple-rabanito​

“I’m sorry but Endeavor’s schedule is still full. If you’d like to set a meeting with him, it would have to wait till next week.” Burnin answered over the phone.

It was now 2 days since the rather nice date with the chief. You could’ve done this yesterday but the chief had insisted you take the day off. Not sure what his intentions were, you took the opportunity nonetheless. Spending it with your family was the best choice. (Mostly for Nomura’s cooking though...)

Now, you were nested in your cubicle. Face buried in a day’s pile of delayed work. Disappointed that the arson case would have to be moved once more. Maybe the HPSC would take interest in this? Probably not. Still, you wrote down a note to call Mera just in case you were sick and tired of the dead ends.

“In that case, schedule me a 20 minute meeting with him. You can choose when and what time.” You replied and ended the call.

Looking at the time, it was almost lunch and you were set to meet with Gei. His workplace was only 10 minutes from your area and you could afford to take your time knowing this day wasn’t as heavy as the rest. Your phone dinged with a notification from the man himself.

Gei is the Best: Honey boo boo. Is it alright if you drop by the hospital first? I have this patient that just WON'T sit still for the love Beyonce >:(

You: Sure :) Need me to lower his BP? That might do the trick.

Gei is the Best: YAS! YOU DA BEST. Imma inform the receptionist. See you in a few! Lunch is on me <3

Taking your things, you informed Tsukauchi that you’d be out for the rest of the day. Upon hearing Gei’s name, he chuckled and asked for you to wait. Opening his desk drawer, he handed you a sealed envelope and told you to hand it to him.

“What’s this?”

“It’s some pictures of a recent guy I caught. He might find the man’s composition interesting. His quirk was body manipulation. It somehow failed and his quirk backfired on him. Try to imagine a human pretzel except… you can’t untangle him.” Tsukauchi explained. The slight look of amused disgust on his face.

“He does find these things interesting. So you’ll be asking him to fix the guy?”

“Yeah. Called him a while ago so he’ll be expecting that.”

After a few more small talk, you excused yourself and made your way to your car. Everything was going well till you saw the chief talking with another officer. Not wanting to have a chat with him, you turned and took the long way towards the parking area.

Now that you were on the road, you stopped at a red light and wore your ear piece. Using your car’s touch screen monitor, you clicked on Overhaul’s contact. It was lunch time, he surely didn’t have any schemes at this time.

“Problem child.” He answered after the second ring.

“Birdman.” You smiled at the pet names. “When are you free to test the earpiece?”

“Unfortunately my schedule is full today. Would tomorrow work?”

“Sure. What time are you available?”

“Lunch will do. Drop by the Shie Hassaikai. We can eat together.”

You did not intend to but your foot stepped on the brakes. Did you just hear him right? The car behind you honked his horn and that made you snap out of your daze. Remembering that he was still on the other line, you shook your head and tried to contain your curiosity.

“You’re not going to kidnap me, are you?”

“I’m more than capable of doing so.” The slight rise of his tone made your stomach feel ticklish. Your hands now held tightly on to the steering wheel, waiting for his next words. “But I’d rather not.”

“(favorite food). And you have a deal.” You turned towards the nearing hospital. Your mouth silently repeated ‘oh my god’ till you saw a parking spot.

“Till then, Problem child.”

When the call ended, you slammed on the brakes once more and shrieked. Feeling your blood pressure rising from the conversation, you placed your hand on your chest. A faint blue glow forming on your palms. Your rapid beating heart and incoming hyperventilation died down.

“Holy shit. It’s been a while since I used that on myself.”

Stepping out of the car, you walked towards the entrance of the hospital. The guard grinned as he saw you approaching. He knew who you were so you were able to skip the log book. Passing by the receptionist, she greeted you and said Gei was waiting in his office.

In the hallway, you could hear the sounds of shoes running around and a few announcements every now and then. Stopping at a window, you observed a few nurses helping some patients. Most of them had tubes connected to their bodies but none of them looked to be in pain. The machines inside were white and you could see how the liquids were gently shaking.

“OH MY LORD!” You turned around and looked at the direction of the scream. “WILL YOU SIT STILL?! I SWEAR TO THE ALMIGHTY FATHER JAY-Z, IF YOU DO NOT SIT STILL I WILL HAVE TO USE THIS ON YOU!”

Running towards his office, you immediately opened the door only to find Gei in his white coat. His hair a shriveled mess, a syringe with clear white liquid, and the patient hiding behind the sofa.

“Gei?”

“Close the door baby girl!” He yelled and lunged towards the patient. Somehow he was able to grab a hold of the hospital gown. Tugging the male into his hold, he turned to face you. “Your quirk please!”

Not wanting to anger Gei, you hurriedly made your way to the two people. Placing your hand on to the male’s chest, both of you saw how his shoulders relaxed. The crazed demeanor was now replaced with one of calm. You felt a tug on your palm and quickly adjusting your control, you increased his blood pressure till he was deemed stable.

You and Gei led the man to the sofa to where he sat down. Keeping your hand on his chest, you maintained control as Gei did his usual magic. Now that you were able to assess the patient, you saw the dislocation his arm had. His sleeves had hidden it from sight.

Watching as your friend used his quirk, the dislocation began to fix itself till it was finally back to normal.

“Now that that’s over with, put him to sleep boo.” Gei said while he walked towards his desk and paged a nurse to come get the patient.

Lowering the blood pressure even more, you felt the patient losing his consciousness. When his head fell, you had finished your job. Making him lean onto the sofa, you closed his eyelids and observed his breathing. It was steady and even. Not long after, a soft snore erupted from the sleeping man.

“What exactly just happened?”

“The way his arm was dislocated made it rather painful. Told him if he would relax, I could ease the pain by a tiny bit. Lord of quirks, the man panicked and began his episode.” Gei explained as he fixed his coat and poured alcohol into his palms. When the nurse arrived, he assisted in carrying the patient into the bed.

“Busy day?” You relaxed on to the chair and held a throw pillow.

“Oh honey no. Nothing I can’t handle. Your presence only made things quicker.” He exaggerated a wink. “Remind me why you didn’t pursue the medical world?”

“I retain information badly. And to top it off, my quirk just makes me into a human sphygmomanometer. It’s helpful but it works better with the police force in times of raids.”

“Well, if yo happy with yo job then do what you do boo.” Taking his coat off, he hung it on his chair and began to keep the files and paper works. Remembering the file in your bag, you reached for it and tossed it onto his table. When Gei saw the penmanship, he nodded and placed it in his drawer. “Send him my thanks and a hug as well~”

Now that Gei was ready, the both of you were now walking in the lobby. A bunch of other nurses greeted him with his hard earned title. Doctor.

“Dr. Hanayaka. Don’t forget your appointment with patient 247 later today.”

“Yes yes. I have it on my sched. Now puh-leaz! I am on break and I need to refresh my beauty with this lady over here.” He winked at the nurse who simply shook her head with amusement. “Go do your thing now, love.”

“It’s amazing how they put up with you.” You commented as both of you exited the building.

“Of course~ I have the charm, the look, and the wits.” He snapped his finger with each description he had for himself. “All I need now is a man.”

Unlocking your car, the both of you got in and drove to the restaurant he had in mind. It wasn’t too far from both your offices so you didn’t mind. It didn’t take too long before you found yourself seated in a comfortable booth by the window with menus in hand. Choosing one of their best sellers, the waitress was quick to get your orders.

“So… how was the date two nights ago?” Gei was in full gossip mode now.

“It ended pretty well.” A smirk formed on your face.Recalling how the chief experienced a bad stomach ache was satisfying. “The food was fine and luckily he didn’t cause a scene since his food made his stomach go bad.”

“Who was he anyway?” He titled his head. He knew you were too busy to even casually date or even try one of those speed dating things. If there was one man he knew you were interested in but it was too obvious you were still blind that the feelings were growing. “You never told me his name, never mentioned how you met, or even his age. Did you meet in Sinder?”

“Don’t freak out or whatever.” Upon seeing him nodding his head, you let out a long and tired sigh. “It’s my chief.”

Gei held on to his chest and began to hyperventilate. His face morphed into one with disgust and disbelief. Even made fake puking sounds to add to his reaction.

“Oh. Heyll. No.” His voice went a range higher. “Sis. Why the hell you go out with that man? You ain’t got no daddy issues! And don’t go tellin’ me no man would take interest in you cause thaz bullshit.”

“It was either that or I get 10 more cases. I already have too much on my hands. Two of which are major.” You explained and sunk deeper onto the chair. “It’s fine, though. The dinner ended on a nice note. His stomach ache was just so bad that he practically pushed me out of his car.”

Gei’s mind went ticking. The chief asks you out on a date, the date ends on a disaster for him but a success for you. Staring at your happy face, he lifted his fleek eyebrow and placed one knee on top of the other. Leaning onto the arm rest and pouting.

“Tell me, baby girl, whatdyu the day before the date?”

“Me and the chief met up with Overhaul for a quick meeting. Then he got mad cause the chief cut me off and then he dropped me home to let me take a shower cause he said I smelled like him.”

“And what does your brain have to say about that?” Gei asked. A sly smile on his face.

“Not much.” You shrugged your shoulders. “He was right, though. I smelled like beetroots.”

“Oh good lord.” Gei uttered to himself. “Beyonce, if you’re out there, bless this oblivious woman…”

“BUT, the waiter at the restaurant was pretty attractive.” Seeing how Gei shimmied his shoulders and leaned in closer was always fun. “I didn’t get his name, though. However, he had pretty cool hair. Like, arrows for the ends.”

“In that case, imma make a reservation.” He smacked his lips just in time for the food to be served.

The rest of the meal was light and fun. Occasional teasing from him which you didn’t take to heart. You had asked him how his job was and his patients, he in turn asked for updates about cases you could speak freely about in public. Now that the food was gone, he reached for his neon pink wallet to hand over the payment.

“By the way, I’m free tomorrow.” He added with a slight jump. “Wanna stop by this new cafe that opened down the block?”

“I can't. I'm meeting Overhaul tomorrow.”

“You say that so casually as if he isn’t a class-B villain.” He pointed out. “Look me straight in the eye and tell me your heart doesn’t skip a beat when you see him.”

And you did. Straight up told him that it did not. However, you still told him that he would sometimes catch you off guard and end up stuttering or catching your breath. All you’re flamboyant friend could do was to send a prayer to his queen that you would one day realize that you were slowly falling for the villain.

Lucky for him, his prayers would be answered soon enough.

Sadly, it came with a cost.

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another date but this time with Overhoe himself? wew~ the possilities..

do you guys have any questions? feel free to comment and ill gladly answer them :) take care and i hope you guys like this chapter <3

[sir-silly]

The Last War fan review

So, our beloved show has ended. And while I wish things would have gone differently, I did cry with relief when Clarke looked over and saw everyone already waiting for her.

Anyway, I wanted to share some of my thoughts on the finale.

1) Going right into the title sequence kind of shocked me. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but I was just immediately like “oh.” It was a bitch-slap in the face that they left a gap in the credits for Bob Morley. Why you gotta do us like that?

2) Murphy screaming “come on” while they used the defibrillator on Emori was heartbreaking. And his little whispered encouragements were so freaking cute.

3) Clarke rampage? Yes, please! I love me a badass woman. However, unlimited ammo is a sin in writing. The moment Octavia picked up the sword was a big “oh yes.”

4) Did Cadogan not care about his son like at all? Lmao. Why is he so hung up on Callie and not his other kid (who I can’t even remember the name of). I don’t care if they explain in the prequel, that’s still a shitty parent choosing favorites. Along with his wife, like, was she not his greatest love? It was Callie? Kinda fucked up.

5) Why the fuck could Jordan figure out it was a test and not a war in 5 seconds when the Disciples were studying that shit for decades? I know he’s Monty’s son, but he’s not a genius or anything.

6) Thoughts on the test: I think Cadogan would have failed and the human race would be destroyed. Why bother asking questions if you already know all the answers?

7) Why wasn’t Gaia in the finale like at all?? Like, what the fuck. She was hunting??? For what?? That really annoyed me because I’ve grown to really like her and there was no point in her not being involved in the last episode. They seriously couldn’t have thrown her in there? Like, come on! Even Niylah was there! (not saying that I don’t like her, it’s just that Gaia has felt far more important to the story than her).

8) I do think that Jasper and Hope are cute together, and I know they spent the majority of their lives either alone or only with their parents, but GOD I can’t stand how awkward they are. Also, I know ya’ll have feelings for each other and shit, but is now really the time to be making out?? Why do people think that’s okay in literally the worst situations? I know it’s a show, but come on.

9) And how the fuck did Jordan throw and catch that sword? He’s a child who’s never fought a day in his life. Unless they suddenly want to tell me that Harper and Monty were secret ninjas and taught him all their tricks, I don’t believe that.

10) I’m being pissy and bringing up things from the past, but I don’t care. Why the fuck couldn’t Harper and Monty gone into cryo? I know they were happy and shit, but I’M NOT. How the fuck did it take so long for him to get into the files for Sanctum? His ass has done that shit a thousand times before in about two minutes and suddenly it takes him 80 years? Bullshit.

11) I’m still being pissy, but how the fuck does Jordan know what a magician is? “For my first trick, I will make an army appear.” Bruh, no. Monty wouldn’t have known what a magician was either. If they weren’t being taught what a Navy Seal was, there’s no way they knew what magicians were. Calling bullshit on that one as well.

12) I was pretty surprised that the Disciples didn’t start firing on Wonkru immediately. Like, this is the war they’ve been gearing up for forever and they don’t attack as soon as possible? Also, where the fuck did Wonkru get their war paint? Do they just constantly have it on their person? Or did their asses literally spend time making their paint before going to Bardo?

13) I fucking love Miller and Jackson. They’re freaking adorable. Murphy’s flat “I am glad you are safe” was so fucking funny. Also, saving Emori in one scene just to kill her in the next is bullshit. They should have just killed her the first time and done the same thing anyway. Murphy screaming at Jackson to do something and sobbing was heartbreaking. Fantastic acting on Richard Harmon’s part.

14)  Octavia putting on Lincoln’s same warpaint again was once again, so sad. I miss that man. He was too good for his own good. And while I do think that her and Levitt are very cute together, I’ll always prefer her with Lincoln. But I think that he would be really happy that she has found someone new to love.

15) Apparently whatever Echo “did” to Levitt was so forgettable that I don’t even know what she’s talking about. Bad writing. I shouldn’t forget that in just a few weeks, I should remember as soon as I see the two of them in the same room.

16) Lexa. Just all of it. There were some suspicions that she would show up for the last episode, but I didn’t really believe them because I didn’t understand how she would be integrated. I’m glad that they did bring her back, but I’m also not. It was amazing to see her back by Clarke in all of her armor and glory, but knowing it wasn’t actually Lexa was just a punch in the face. It wasn’t her mind, so it’s almost like they didn’t bring her back anyway. I honestly would have preferred if they used someone else for her Judge, because that just really didn’t do it for me. Their hug was sweet, but it didn’t even count as her returning. I personally think that her Judge should have been Bellamy or Madi instead, as they both certainly could fill the role of “the subject’s greatest teacher or the source of their greatest failure...it can be their greatest love.” This is just my preference. Believe me, I know how much Lexa meant to Clarke, but as a fan, bringing our favorite Heda back in that way wasn’t the best way to do it. As a writer, it makes sense, but it doesn’t as a fan. The writers can’t just think of what is the best storytelling, they have to think of what those watching will think.

17) I’m confused about the mindspace? Why did Clarke wake up in her solitary room with her memories painted all over the walls, but Emori woke up in the castle with a view of the desert? Why wouldn’t it have been her and Murphy’s cave? Is there a reason it was the bedroom and not the cave?

18) I know this isn’t canon in any sense, but could you imagine if Murphy and Emori fought over John’s body and she won, and then suddenly woke up with a penis? How fucking funny would that be? Just had to throw that out there.

19) Can I just again reiterate how fucking cute Miller and Jackson are?

20) I’m curious about the location of the test. Why did Cadogan’s take place on a pier, while Raven’s happened on the Ark? If it was their favorite place, wouldn’t Raven’s have been actually out in space? Like during a spacewalk? I’m confused about that.

21) I knew that Raven was somehow going to be involved in the test just because of the trailers we got for the final episode. My two guesses for who the judge would be were Finn and Abby. Though I am happy that we got to see Abby again, I would be curious to see if the scene would have played out any differently if it had been Finn.

22) Where was the full line that was given in the trailer? Because that was amazing. “We’re selfish, and we’re violent, and we have destroyed too much, but we survived.” I loved that line far more than what we got instead, which was simply, “Have we made mistakes? Yes. Clarke, me, all of us, but we were just trying to survive.” I definitely would have chosen the former over the latter. Poor choice on the editors’ parts.

23) How the fuck did Octavia and Echo go out to the field and get Levitt with Echo only being shot once? With all the bullets, the three of them should have been torn apart, I don’t care how much Indra could cover Octavia. Calling bullshit on that as well.

24) Bringing this up kind of late because I’m giving my reviews as I’m rewatching the episode, but what they had Eliza do was really fucked up. Her and Bob suffered a miscarriage during the filming of season seven, so the scene of her holding Madi and crying “my baby” is like 10 times more heartbreaking. If they made her film that after having a miscarriage mere days, weeks or few months before, that’s really, really messed up.

25) They really played-up Sheidheda’s bringing back of “jus drein jus daun” in the trailer. In reality, it was far less intense. I would have preferred what I had been expecting, which was him coming to help convince Wonkru that they would be able to win. However, I am super glad that he is dead and Indra finally got to kill him. I love how that bigass gun just turns people into mist lol.

26) The beginning of Octavia’s speech was literally like “what the FUCK guys” and it was hilarious. And I swear to god if I hear her say “we are Wonkru” or “you are Wonkru” another time, I’m gonna scream. I know it was legit the last episode but I’m sick of it by now lol. When Indra was like “I hope you know what you’re doing,” Octavia’s face was just like “omg me too” and it was really funny.

27) Bellamy. His situation was a whole problem itself. He deserved a hell of a lot better and wHY DID HE CUT HIS HAIR I LIKED IT THE LONG WAY. Anyway, you can bet your ass I’ll be writing a different ending where he didn’t die because FUCK THAT. When I do, I’ll be sure to share it.

28) I’m fucking confused about Murphy and Emori both transcending. Because, what the fuck. Emori died. The dead don’t transcend. Her mind wasn’t even in her body, it was in Murphy’s. So how the fuck did she end up alive and in her own body again. I’m glad she’s alive, but I just don’t understand. It would have made way more sense to have either not had her die in the first place, or to have Murphy, Miller, and Jackson keep pumping her heart so she technically “lived” anyway like Echo.

29) If Madi had decided not to transcend, would she still have been paralyzed? I mean, I would assume not because Levitt and Hope’s gunshots were healed, as was Emori, but I’m curious. Also, wouldn’t Raven’s leg have been fixed? Because if they only fix recent wounds and not old ones, that’s stupid.

30) On the point of Madi deciding not to transcend, why did she? Why didn’t so many other people choose not to? Like, not one Eligius prisoner or person from Sanctum chose to live? No one else from Wonkru? Why didn’t anyone else other than the main cast and guest stars not transcend? I totally understand the Disciples transcending, but seriously, nobody else wanted to live? That’s really weird. Madi and her friends really couldn’t have chosen to live on Earth with Clarke and the others? I just think it’s really unrealistic that not one single person outside of the group chose not to transcend.

31) I was really surprised that Murphy and Emori chose not to transcend, because as the Judge said, they would eventually die and not join them in the infinite. It shocked me due to their fear of dying and wanting to be immortal, but I’m really proud of them.

32) I’m disappointed that those who don’t transcend can’t have children. There were suspicions that Emori might have been pregnant (which were never confirmed), but the idea of her and Murphy having a kid together was adorable. They’d have their teeny tiny families with those two, Hope and Jordan, and Octavia and Levitt.

33) This isn’t as much me pointing out a problem as me wondering, what was Clarke going to say to the Judge when she turned around? What else did she have to say or ask? Was it about Madi? Or maybe Lexa? Or just transcending in general?

34) It’s pretty shitty that some of our questions went unanswered due to the fact that there will be a prequel. On the other hand, I live for lore, so I’m just glad that they eventually will be answered. But still, that doesn’t excuse shitty writing.

35) I want to see a stupid edit of Picasso taking the test where the Judge is Madi.

I think we all know that season seven was really not what we wanted it to be. We’ve been really disappointed by the writers and unfortunately, this is what we got out of it. I believe they really could have done a better job, but I am at least glad that everyone ended up together.

The writing was lacking. Too many questions were left unanswered, I don’t care if you’re making a sequel or not. Plot holes. It really could have been a good season if it was done better.

My ranking of the seasons is as follows: 3, 2, 4, 1, 6, 5, 7. Seasons 4 and 1 are kind of interchangeable for me in spots three and four, as are 6 and 5 in the two spots behind them, whatever the order may be.

But I still love the show. I love the characters, their development, and many things about it. It has been quite the journey and I am glad to have been a fan of the show.

May we meet again.

[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Eleven - Star-Crossed Lovers

Word Count: 5.6K

Summary: Just when Aria feels lost and helpless, JJ and the pogues come up with an adventurous rescue plan. 

Warnings: Smut, fighting, cursing, chaos, the pogues being batshit crazy, tennis balls and TAMMY!

A/N: Not much guys. Just hope ya’ll enjoy. I’m looking forward to posting part twelve, so just want to give you guys a heads up, I don’t know how long it will take me to post it, but I’ll make sure to write and post it as fast as I can! Sorry for any typos lol. (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show, characters or song in this fic.)

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Romeo and Juliet were star-crossed lovers, whose story ended in tragedy. The two were born to hate each other, but instead they fell in love together. Complete opposites. No one would approve of their relationship. I feel like Romeo and Juliet’s love story is a parallel universe to JJ and I’s love story.

Every day that passed by of me not seeing JJ made my heart ache violently. It made me feel sick to my stomach. I felt guilty for not being able to call or text him, explaining why I haven’t talked to him in almost two weeks. I can’t even imagine what he must be thinking. His worst fear is me leaving him, and I can only hope that’s not what’s going through his head right now.

My father has gone officially crazy. He has taken away all of my electronics, won’t allow my friends to come over, and worst of all, he’s having Rafe escort me to school and back home. He makes sure I have no way of talking to my friends at school. I just want to scream to the top of my lungs every time I have to sit in the same car as him. I’m not even allowed to call my mom and tell her about this ridiculousness. She had to go on this retreat to Africa, to help doctors treat patients. She gets back tonight. I could really use one of comforting hugs and support on my love life.

I wake up like every other morning, with the same routine. Wake up, cry, shower, cry, get dressed, cry, eat breakfast, and oh yeah, cry some more. I stare daggers into my father’s back as he speaks with Rafe. Now, they’re best friends to the end, partners in crime. Mission? Ruin my fucking love life. Rafe approaches me with a bowl of cereal in his hands and a smug smile that’s been plastered on his face for these two weeks.

“You should eat something darling. You look a little pale.” He holds the spoon out in front of me. I scowl at him before knocking the bowl out of his hands, spilling the cereal and breaking the glass in the process. “Get fucked.” I spit. “Now Aria, that’s not very polite of you.” My father scolds me. “Neither are you two getting involved in my love life. Seriously, don’t you guys have anything else better to do?” They didn’t even bother to answer.

“Fucking jerk offs.” I mutter before walking out to the car. I don’t even bother to sit in the front seat. I’d rather jump out of the moving car than sit next to Rafe. “You can’t hate me forever you know?” He looks at me threw the review mirror. “I can and I intend to.” I avoid his gaze. “I only did this for your own good. JJ has nothing to give you. He could never provide for you.” The mention of his name made my eyes sadden. “He has already given me everything I have ever wanted.” “Oh yeah? Like what?” “Love, passion, admiration, respect, loyalty, happiness and confidence.” Rafe just scoffs at this. “Yeah, well tell me when any of that cane buy you anything.” It was my turn to scoff. “He could have nothing but the shirt off his back and I would still love him.”

“I could give you so much more Aria.” I burst out laughing. “You can’t buy my love Rafe. The only thing you can buy, is yourself a penis enlargement and a fucking pair.” I spit. His foot hits the break, launching my body into the seat. “What the fuck!” Before I could even look up at him, he grabs me by the face, squeezing my cheeks. “Listen here you fucking slut. I will not be disrespected by you. You better watch your fucking tone or else I’ll break you down till you’re on the verge of killing yourself.” His voice is laced with sadistic rage. I panic and grab pair of scissors, aiming the tip at his throat. His body tenses.

“If you ever raise a hand to me like that again, I will gauge your fucking eyes with these pair of fucking scissors.” I threatened him, furious by his actions. He reluctantly lets go of my face, and I lay back in my seat. Hostile silence takes over the rest of the way to school. I slammed my door shut, a little too hard, before marching onto campus. I hated how everyone seemed to admire Rafe Cameron, while I despised him with every fiber in my body. Even the teachers have taken a liking to him.

The whole day was a fucking drag, as Rafe eyed me down like a hawk, never giving me the chance to escape. The school day was coming near to an end, which I was excited for. My mom should be home not too long after I get out. The bell finally rings and all the students usher their way out of the classrooms cheering since Spring break has officially started. The halls were chaotic and crowded, resulting in Rafe having a hard time keeping up with me, giving me the perfect chance to run for it. He yells after me as I get lost in the crowd. I scan my surrounding looking for one of my friends whether that would be Kie, Sarah or Charis. I need one of them to tell JJ that I haven’t forgotten about him.

I find myself out front of the school where everyone seems to be socializing. I let out a frustrated sigh as I can’t seem to find any of my friends. Instead I find someone else. For a moment my heart stopped and my breath hitch when I saw a familiar mop of dirty blonde surfer boy hair and ocean blue eyes. There he stood, by the curb with his motorcycle parked. He then catches my eye; the sparks light up in his own and a smile goes across my face.

I don’t hesitate to move my feet, sprinting down the stairs and towards JJ, dropping my backpack along the way. My heart had beaten ten times faster and the butterflies in my stomach had erupted like a volcano. The wind blows through my hair and across my now lit up face. His arms open wide for me, all warm and welcoming, making me squeal. I jump onto him, legs wrapped around his hips and arms around his neck holding him tight and never letting him go. My peers stare at us with shock written all over their judgmental faces. His great big arms latch around me and he buries his face in the crook of my neck. I look up at him to gaze into his eyes for a moment, before our lips crashed together in a passionate, loving and heated kiss. Everyone around us gasps. I missed the feeling of his soft and comforting lips on mine. I missed his tongue caressing mine. I missed his body pressed up against mine. He’s like my own brand of nicotine. I could never get enough of him, always left insatiable, never wanting to stop. We pull away when our lungs are gasping for air.

“I love you.” He declared in front of everyone. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I fucking love you, and I missed you so much.” He rambled on. “I love you too. I’m so sorry JJ. Rafe told my dad about us and everything went to shit from there.” We never let go of each other, too afraid that we’ll lose each other once more. “Aria!” Speak of the devil. We turn to see Rafe marching his way towards us. JJ stands in between as Rafe approaches us.

“Back off pogue. Take your dirty ass bike and get the fuck off our side of the island.” Rafe gets in his face, a crowd of curious on lookers begins to form around us. JJ doesn’t budge, he holds his ground. Rafe grabs a hold my arm painfully. JJ doesn’t react well to this when he shoves him off of me. “I swear to god man, if you ever touch her against her will again, I’ll fucking kill you.” JJ has a hold of Rafe’s collar. “Get the fuck off me! A dirty ass pogue like you doesn’t deserve her. She was perfect till you showed up.” “She was already perfect!” JJ disagreed. “You’re right, I don’t deserve her but god damn it, I love her and I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt her.” I lace my fingers with JJ’s, touched by his declaration. “I’m giving you one last chance to man before I beat the shit out of you.” Rafe threatens, but JJ doesn’t care. “Let’s go babe.” JJ pulls my hand as the two of us are ready to hop on his bike, but I’m stopped when Rafe’s hand yanks my hair causing me to yelp out of pain. I scratch his hand which only seems to piss him off more, when he slapped me across the face, the stinging sensation caused painful tears to burn my eyes. Everyone gasped.

JJ wasted no time to spring into action, punching Rafe right in the face. His nose makes a nasty crunch sound before blood is spilled over his clothes. Before I know it, the two boys are having a full-on brawl and the students are chanting “Fight! Fight! Fight!”. Both boys get a few hits in there, that was until JJ is shoved to the ground and Rafe jumps on top of him. I act fast, grabbing my bag before smacking him in the face with it and knocking him over off of JJ, who quickly gets back up. I grab his hand and try to lead him away from the crowd, but we’re stopped by the campus security. The crowd began to disperse as the three of us are restrained.

Rafe had attempted to attack JJ again, but he didn’t get far, due to the security guard grabbing a hold of them again. The three of us are taken into the office, all of us are sitting outside the office as the principal takes our statements along with the police that the school called. The JJ and I sat next to each other, Rafe had to sit somewhere else, while we waited for our parents. That’s when Officer Peterkin walked to the two of us. She looks at JJ. “I called your father. He didn’t pick up son. Is there anyone else we can call?” She asked, her voice gentle and sympathetic, like she knew this was a soft spot for JJ.

“Nah, it’s fine really.” He shrugs. I take his rough bruised hand in mine. Officer Peterkin notices this, and just smiles before saying, “I remember when love made me do crazy things. Got me into all sorts of trouble, but in the end, it was all worth it. Just do yourselves a favor and lay low. Don’t add more fuel to the fire, and I’ll get you two lovebirds out of this.” She says quietly. After Officer Peterkin leaves to speak with Ward Cameron, I see my father bursts through the doors.

“What the hell happened?” My dad questions the principal. “Based on the security footage, Rafe Cameron, yanked Aria by the hair and slapped her across the face. JJ here stepped in and punched Rafe, and that’s when everything went downhill.” Explained the principal. “Is my daughter in trouble?” My father pinches his nose. “No sir, she was the one who was assaulted.” “Then it’s settled. Come on Aria we’re leaving.” My father demands, but I stand my ground. “No, I’m staying here with JJ.” I squeezed his hand tighter. “I don’t have time for your bullshit Aria! Let’s go now!” He yells, gaining everyone’s attention. I sighed and pecked JJ’s lips before my father ripped me out of the chair and office. He opens the cars door, before throwing me into the passenger seat and slamming the door, only inches away from my face.

To say the drive home was awkward is an understatement. The tension ate away at me, as my dad said nothing. He just sat there and fumed, his face was beating red as sweat dripped down his face. We pull into the driveway where I see my mother’s car. Just seeing it made me want to cry. I didn’t hesitate to jump out of the car and run into the house, ignoring my dad’s yelling. I didn’t even reach the stairs when I see my mom pop out of the corner. “Oh my god, honey your face!” She gasped as she examined my cheek. “I swear to god if I ever see Rafe again, I’m going to rip his bloody spine out and shove it up his ass!” My mother’s words surprised me. She is one of the most kind and gentle people I know, so for her to say such graphic things actually scared me. “I’m fine mom really it’s just a slap. When did you get back?” “About five minutes ago. The school left a voicemail.” The front door slams shut, and my father marches towards me. I can tell he’s about to yell, but my mom stops him.

“Don’t even start. She’s already had a rough day.” My mom shuts him up. “I don’t care if she had a rough day! She disobeyed me and saw him!” “See who?” My mom asked confused. She still didn’t know? I thought my father would have already told her by now. “JJ Maybank! She’s been fooling around with him ever since we moved here. I told her she was forbidden to see him, but she clearly doesn’t give two shits about what I have to say.” He glared daggers at me. My mom was just in shock. “JJ Maybank? I remember him. He delivers groceries to us and has mowed our lawn. He’s a good kid what’s the problem?” A part of me wanted to smile at her approval. This did not please my dad however. “I need to shower. Excuse me.” I walk up the stairs, not wanting to be a part of this conversation. My dad tries to follow me, but my mom grabs his arm. “Don’t you even dare. Leave her be Claude. Let’s talk about this in the kitchen.” She drags him off as I slam my bedroom door shut.

I waste no time to jump into my shower to wash away my sweat and gunk. A hug weight has been lifted off of my shoulders to hear my mom defend me. She barely even knows him, yet she is willing to give him a chance. I wrap myself in a towel and pace around my room for a while, having no idea what to do. Do I go downstairs to talk to my parents or do I take the chance run out the door and see JJ? I just sigh out of frustration when my body collapsed on my bed, damp hair wetting my pillow. I missed his touch. I missed the way he wrapped his arms around me today and kissed me so passionately. I had gone weeks without him. I just want him ravish me. Fuck me till sunrise. My fingers mindlessly find the lips of my flower. I began to run my finger up and down the slit. I hear my parents yelling downstairs, so I put on a playlist JJ had made for me a while back, and turn the volume all the way up to drown out the noise. It’s one of his favorite rock & roll songs. He loves to fuck me to this kind of music in the background.

I insert my fingers once the music begins to pick up pace, keeping up with it. As I ram my fingers in and out of me, chasing a high that was impossible to reach, I thought of JJ. All the dirty thoughts of him began to flood my mind. I think about the way his eyes always seem to turn a shade darker. I think about the sound of his moans and groans when I clench around him. I think about how the headboard never fails to hit wall while he fucks me hard into the bed. I think about the way he leaves love bites all over my body. “JJ…” His name slips pass my lips. The mere thought of him was the only thing getting me off right now.

“Aria…” My heart practically stops when I hear my name. I search the room for the owner of the voice. “Over here babygirl.” I whip my head around to see JJ outside my window. My heart skips a beat when I set my eyes on him. I quickly let him in before shutting the window. It just occurred to me that he just caught me masturbating to the thought of him. He probably heard me moaning his name. “Sounds like someone missed me.” His cocky smirk was plastered on his lips. I blush out of embarrassment. “You’re such a creeper.” I didn’t even bother to ask him what he was doing here, I’m just glad he’s here, that’s all that matters. Even if I’m standing in the middle of my room in nothing but a towel. I shouldn’t be embarrassed, after all we’ve done worst.

“Don’t worry babygirl. I thought it was super-hot.” He grabs my waist before pulling me against him, attacking my lips in a heated lustful kiss. His tongue immediately fights for dominance and I gladly submit to him. I was willing to let him do whatever he wanted to me. I threw his hat off, letting his gorgeous hair fall. My towel lets go of my body and pool round my feet, leaving completely exposed in front of him. His hungry predator eyes take in every inch of my body. He groans at the sight of me naked in front of him, while he’s still fully clothed, the bulge in his pants visible. “Looks like you missed me too.” I let my fingers graze his clothed bulge. “What can I say, you gave me one hell of a show. Did you cum?” He asked as my hands trace up his arms. “No.” I whimper, desperate for a release. “Lay on the bed babygirl.” He orders. I don’t hesitate to lay back, legs hanging off the end, as he kneels in front of me, placing my legs over his shoulders. “Daddy’s gonna make it all better. I’ll make you feel so good. I’m gonna make up for all those days you went without my touch.” He kisses my inner thighs.

I let out a quiet whimper when I feel his hot breath fan my aching pussy. My whole body shakes with anticipation. “Please, do something. Make me cum.” I beg. He just smirks, before his lips attach to my flower, making me mewl. His tongue runs up and down my slit, before diving into my hot dripping core, his tongue massaging my insides. My fingers caress his hair, occasionally tugging it. He then uses his fingers to rub figure eights on my sensitive clit. I pull on his hair, making him groan, sending vibrations to my pussy. I bite down on lip, trying to contain my moans. “Fuck, baby I’m gonna,” I don’t get to finish my sentence before the familiar wave of euphoria comes crashing down on me. Tears roll down my cheeks, relieved that I finally reached the impossible high I was looking for.

He throws his clothes across the room, leaving him completely naked in front of me, fully erect. I sit up and reach for his member, but he just grabs my wrist. “Not tonight babygirl. I want to make you feel good. You deserve it babygirl. Just lay down and let me do all the work.” He says before pushing me down on the bed, and widening my legs. He uses his hand to pump himself a few times before lining himself up at my entrance. Sighs of relief leave the both of us when pushes himself inside me bottoming out. His eyes roll to the back his head as lets out a quiet moan. He took a few seconds to let me adjust to him, due to the fact we hadn’t had sex in a couple weeks. “Don’t be gentle.” I whisper.

He doesn’t hesitate to pull out leaving just the tip in, before diving back in with such powerful force. Our quiet moans begin to the fill the room, hoping we wouldn’t be heard with the music playing in the background. He quickly removes my legs from his shoulders to change positions, once he noticed the headboard was starting to hit the wall. This time he pulls me into his lap before thrusting upwards back into me, continuing to fuck me in lotus position. Our bodies are fully pressed up against each other. His pelvis rub against my clit.

His lips attach to my neck, biting down softly as I let my finger nails lightly scratch his back, causing him to groan and curse. “Fuck, you keep doing that, then I ain’t gonna last long.” He said through raspy breaths, a moan bubbling in his throat. “Oh, I know.” I giggle. He just smirks before kissing my lips. “God, I missed this. Your hot wet pussy around my cock. Fuck babygirl, I think I'm in heaven. I’m so close.” His thrusts become more erratic. “That's right baby, cum inside me.” I encourage him as he fills me up with hot steaming cum, my walls clamping down around him. He kisses me to muffle out both our moans, as we both ride out our highs, before collapsing on the bed breathless.

His body goes limp on top of me. “JJ, you're crushing me.” I begin to feel claustrophobic. He quickly pulls out, warm cum gushes out of me, and rolls off me. I snuggle into his warmth, our legs entangle together  as he covers our naked bodies with the blanket. We lay there for a bit in silence, before I giggle. His face is covered with goofy smile as he watches me giggle uncontrollably.

“What the hell is so funny?” He asked puzzled. “No, you’ll laugh at me.” I refuse to answer his question. “I won’t. Just tell me.” He promises. I sigh, looking up at him. “You know those big cannons you find at circuses that shoot confetti?” He just quirks his eyebrow. “Uh, yeah?” “Well, it started to make me think. Penises are a lot like cannons, but instead of shooting confetti, it shoots sperm.” JJ starts balling out laughing, I had to shush him. “You promised not to laugh!” I whisper shouted. “I'm sorry, but that shit is just so weird and funny.” His face turns pink from laughing so hard. “You're such a weirdo. You know that?” He asked. “Yeah, but I’m your weirdo.” He just chuckles. “That you are indeed.” He kisses me so soft and lovingly, pulling me closer to him. We lay there for a little bit, just indulging in each other’s presence, until it was time for him to leave.

I jump out of bed and open my closet, pulling out on of many JJ’s sweatshirts. “You sneaky little shit. I’ve been wondering where all of my clothes went.” He motions to the stash of his clothes in my closest. “But they're so warm and smell like you.” I say innocently as I tie my hair up into a ponytail with his bandana. “You're lucky you're adorable.” He mutters under his breath as he puts his clothes back on. He walks back to the window. 

“I don’t want you to leave.” I mumble softly, hating to see him leave. “I know, we’ll figure out something. You and I will be back together soon. I promise babygirl.” He kisses me passionately as his legs dangle out the window. This all reminded me of the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet. He reluctantly pulls away. “I love you Aria.” “I love you too JJ.” I whisper. And like Romeo, he disappeared.

Next Day...

I haven't slept so good since last night. I guess JJ fucking my brains out had refreshened me, which is exactly what I needed. I put on a nice sundress for today’s event, a charity event at the club. My father had insisted that I make a appearance, while my mom argued that it was wrong to parade me around like everything was alright when it indeed wasn’t. To her surprise I said yes. I’m hoping to see Charis, Kiara or Sarah. It’s been a while since I was able to talk to them. 

“You look gorgeous sweetheart.” My mom's voice snaps me out of my daze. “It’s a good color on you.” She referenced to the white sundress. I smile, not at the compliment, but at the memory this gave me. It’s the same dress I wore the night I lost my virginity to JJ. “Thanks mom.” I mumble. She looks at me sad eyes. 

“Do you love him?” My mom asked, looking into my eyes through the mirror. “Yes, I love him so much. Words can't describe how he makes me feel mom.” My voice shakes. “How does he make you feel?” She asked once more. “He makes me feel so special. He always knows how to boost my confidence. He treats me like I’m the only girl in this world. He kisses me with so much love and passion. I never knew I could love someone as much as I love him.” I confess. “Then don’t give him up.” Her words surprise me. “What?” “If you love him that much, and he makes you feel like that everyday, he’s worth it. You should be with someone you love. Trust me, the last thing I want for you is to end up in a loveless marriage.” My stomach fills with guilt. “I’m sorry mom.” My voice is soft. “For what?” She asked confused. “I just can't help but feel like I'm always causing you and dad to fight. Like I'm ripping your marriage apart.” My voice shakes. 

“Hey, look at me.” She takes my face in her hands. “You are not ripping our marriage apart sweetheart. Your dad and I have been unhappy for years. This has nothing to do with you.” She reassured me. “Are you and dad getting a divorce?” I asked timidly. She just sighs. “I’ve been thinking about it. He’s just not the man he used to be. I’ve been wanting to leave him for years, but I was afraid it would hurt you and your siblings.” She’s not able to look me in the eyes. “Mom, you shouldn’t have to put up with him. You deserve someone better. I know it’s messed up to say that about my dad, but you deserve to be happy. Plus, it’s my senior year. I’ll be graduating in a few months, so I won’t even be living with him. If you think splitting up with dad is the best solution, then I won't stop you, and neither will Damian or Jennifer.”  I hold her hands. She just smiles at me. “Thank you sweetheart. I mean it. Now, let’s go. I want to hear more about this JJ fellow.” She wiggles her eyebrows making me laugh. 

The charity event seemed to go smoothly, but I sat there at the table bored out of my mind, as my parents socialized with the Donahues, that was until Charis sat next to me.  I then see Ward and Rose Cameron approach the table. Fuck. 

“Hello Oscar and Ingrid. Mind if we speak with Mr. and Mrs. Prescott?” Ward asked sounding formal. “Of course. I need to attend to some matter anyways. Charis?” Ingrid calls for her, much to her dismay. I tap my leg under the table as the couple sit down. 

“Aria, we wanted to apologize on behalf of our son’s behavior. He had no right to hit you like that, and for that we are sorry.” Ward speaks. I just sit there awkwardly not wanting to say. “Aria, don’t you have something to say?” Claude pressed. I huff. “Thank you for coming here to apologize for your son, but that doesn’t change what he did to me or my sister.”  My father glares at me. “No, it doesn’t, and we have made it very clear to Rafe won’t be held in our household.” Ward agrees. 

“We were hoping that you guys would be dropping the charges against him.” Rose says. This seemed to irk my mom. “That won’t be happening.” She says. “Elaine.” Claude says her name annoyed. “Your son needs to be held accountable for his violent actions against my daughter.” My mom stood her ground. “Perhaps we can work out a little ‘arrangement’.” Ward suggested. “No. I will not tolerate your son. I don’t want him anywhere near my home or Aria. If he ignores my wishes, I will make sure to place a restraining order against him. Do I make myself clear?” Asked Elaine. Ward’s jaw clenches. 

“Crystal.” Him and Rose leave the table. My father glares at mom. “Do you have any idea what you've done?” He asked angrily. “I just defended our daughter, who you clearly don’t care about.” Elaine spat. Claude turns to me. “None of this would've happened if you just stayed away from that dirty lowlife pogue.” “Don’t even start.” Elaine stops him. The Donahues take their seats back at the table. Things seemed to go normal from there, just the same boring talk, until Charis excused herself to the bathroom, and blew me a kiss, confusing me.

“More water for ya’ll?” I look up to see John B in a tight ass waiters outfit, hair in pigtails, with the name tag ‘Tammy’. Fight me. I almost choked on my spit. I then look down at the waiter's trolley to see JJ hiding under the cloth. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. What the hell are they up to? JJ hands me a note, sends me wink and returns to hiding. I look down to read the note.

“Run when hell breaks loose.” What the fuck? ‘Tammy’ strolls away with the cart. I sit there waiting anxiously for the signal. I couldn't help but wonder where the hell Sarah and Charis were. My question was answered when I heard a fork clinking against a glass, by Charis, gaining everyone's attention. 

“I’d like to make a toast!” Oh god. “To all the amazing people here today. This is truly amazing ya’ll. Give yourselves a round of applause!” Everyone smiles and applauds, much to my confusion. All of the sudden, a tennis ball shoots across the room, landing in my dad’s bowl splashing soup everywhere, startling everyone. We didn’t even have the chance to say anything, before we heard little paws run on the tiled floor. Everyone turns to see what was causing the commotion. That’s when we say a full-grown Great Dane, running towards our table. Before we knew it, the handsome Great Dane jumps onto our table for the ball, making a huge mess. 

I don’t think twice before I take off running towards JJ, who’s standing across the room. Everyone's eyes were on me now, as I jump into his arms smiling, ignoring my father’s yells. “Whoo! Let's go babygirl!” Everyone gasped when JJ pecked my lips. JJ then whistles, catching the Great Dane’s attention. “C’mere boy!” The dog runs after us with full speed. My father follows shortly behind us, along with security.

JJ leads us outside to the entrance, where we see two cars parked, the van and  Charis’s car, who opens the door letting the dog hop in. The side door of the van opens next, revealing a smiling Kiara and Sarah in the back, the John B and Pope in the front. “Get in bitches!” Sarah hollers. JJ and I dive into the van. “I owe you one Charis!” JJ yells. “Don’t mention it! Have fun!” She yells back before speeding off. “Hit it!” Sarah yells at John B, who punches the gas, launching us all backwards. 

My father was following very close, trying to keep up with us. “Get the hell out of that fucking van!” He yells to me. “Don’t worry sir! I’ll take great care of her! I promise!” JJ yells before closing the door. We all cheer as we gain distance. “Welcome back to the crew Pogue!” John B yells. “Whoo! Pogue Style babygirl!” JJ yells before pulling me into a kiss, earning groans from the pogues. “Ew! Save it for the room guys!” Pope yells. “Wait, where are we going?” I asked. Everyone just shares a look before Kie speaks, “Well, it’s a good thing we packed your bags, cause we’re going to Miami!” She cheers. “Holy shit! Are you guys serious?!” I asked astonished. “Fuck yeah we are!” JJ shouts. “Miami here we come!” Sarah shouts to the rooftop, as John B turns up the radio.

We sing along to the song ‘Everybody Wants To Rule The World’ by Tear for Fears.  JJ opens up the side door, grabs a hold of the handle and sticks his body out catching the wind, screaming the lyrics. The boys up front roll down their windows. We all let loose and sing the chorus together. “All for freedom and for pleasure! Nothing ever lasts forever! Everybody wants to rule the world!” Our screams can be heard throughout the outer banks. I’m excited to see where this Spring Break leads us. I know it’ll be amazing and unforgettable, because I’m surround by this spectacular family and amazing lover. They’re my greatest adventure.

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Could you write a cross over EJ x Fem Reader x Leatherface where EJ and the reader, who is his friend and he wants her to be his mate, are in Texas and end up at the house of Leatherface and his family, and they get along well, EJ helps them kill and the reader helps cook and Leatherface starts falling for the reader?

Hi! Sorry this took (Lots of) time! ): I hope you like it though ^^ Thomas kind of takes a back seat for most of it, but wait to the climactic end (; ^^

I realise now that you probably meant you wanted them in a poly relationship but aha... I did not realise that when I wrote this, so... I'm sorry!!

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“Squatters.”

The word comes out gruff and frustrated, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear but not directed at anyone specific; Monty isn’t even looking at anyone, just staring moonily down at his thighs. But you know who it’s meant for.

You and E.J have been staying with the Hewitts for months now. At first E.J just said he was doing it, threatening them to let you and him stay, for a few days. Just while you rest up -you had had a spot of gastro. Nothing serious, but E.J still wanted you to rest. Ever the protective friend, - and got better, but then a couple days turned into a week and then a few more weeks and now you have your own room in the Hewitt house.

The word hurts, coming so scratchily out of the miserable man’s throat as he stares so blankly. But you know that, your staying here, is only a quarter -max, - of what he’s always so upset over. And, in truth, even though this situation did not start well, sometimes you do feel like family with these people. Well… some.

Luda Mae took it upon herself, seemingly just out of the kindness of her heart, to take care of you while you were sick those first couple days. The whole time, E.J was sniffing the food and the drink’s she’d serve you and honestly, you were worried she had poisoned them to. But nothing ever came of it, except sometimes she put so much pepper in the stew that you swear you saw the future. Then when you got better, she smiled for the first time at you and invited you to help her cook dinner this last night you were there- That’s how you learnt what was in the food. E.J certainly didn’t tell you, but it made sense. That was why the man of the house, Hoyt, was letting you both stay so easily. E.J was helping them round up people to kill and eat.

That was a shock, for sure. I have been friends with E.J for years, but I had yet to eat anything human, except occasionally my own fingernails, before then.

Then of course that night didn’t end up being the last night, because E.J was still boiling over a plan for what we would do next after we left, so we even stayed longer…

And so you got the chance to spend time with Thomas.

And that was fine with E.J, he didn’t care about you hanging out with Thomas anymore then he cared about you hanging out wit Luda Mae. He’s always worried that whoever you’re with will hurt you and is always cautious, but he trusts you to take care of yourself.

Then you and Thomas got close. One night, you stayed up so late with Thomas that E.J came and got you from Thomas’ room.

And E.J was even okay with that, too! 

Then… then, on one of the nights E.J would see it fit to come and fetch you from your ‘play date’, as E.J saw them to be, with Thomas to find that… you two had fallen asleep together. Clearly on accident, as whatever book you were reading was still in your lap and you were in separate chairs. But the picture just did not sit well with Eyeless Jack. The way your heads angled towards each other and you looked so peaceful, the way you only ever looked in your sleep when you knew E.J was there, in the room, looking out for you… But now you were looking that way, feeling that safe, in under the protection of someone else? E.J did not like that. That hit the mark.

He knew you two had to get the hell out of there.

Now, E.J zeroes in on ‘Uncle Monty’, and growls himself. Under his breath, so no one heard him, but you saw the way he shook his head and pushed off the wall where he was leaning. He puts his hand on your shoulder and leans down to you, sitting in an armchair watching TV. “Hey, I’m gonna call some help. The old fart’s right. Its time we got outta this hell place,” The Texan heat has been getting to him, you think worriedly. “And move on. You good on your own?”

He always asks that, if he’s going to leave. Like you’re always in the middle of a horror movie like Friday the 13th and could be in danger at any time. It was exasperating sometimes, yes, but you know he’s just being caring for you, so you try to keep your annoyance to yourself.

Instead of snapping, you pat his hand on your shoulder and grin. “I’ll be fine! I’m about to join Luda in the kitchen, anyway.” The moment those words come out of your mouth, you have flashbacks back to your Grandma, always slaving away in the kitchen under the weight of old timey feminine expectations. You make a face, and whisper. “God that sounds old fashioned.”

E.J chuckles softly. “If I could, I would pick you up a Slurpee.”

“Oh! The 21st century. I miss it.” You grin wider, keeping the joke running with him.

“We’ll be back soon, don’t worry.” With that. You watch E.J straighten up again, still smiling. Then you turn back to the TV, some cartoon that Hoyt was watching, and chew on your bottom lip.

So… you’re leaving?

You’re going to miss this place, for some reason… Actually, that’s not entirely true. You know exactly what you’re going to miss. Not the house, by any means. Its musty and yellow from time, and you certainly wont miss being in the middle of nowhere, Monty, and absolutely not Hoyt.

But you will miss Luda Mae and Thomas, and long nights reading with Thomas, and cooking with Luda Mae, and the sunsets here. You know you’re going to miss these things, but something about leaving just feels worse than it should. Leaving friends has always been part of travelling with E.J, and it has never been this hard.

But then again, if you entertain the idea of staying here and letting E.J go without you, that feels terrible too.

As you wonder about these things, Monty rolls out of the room and the TV gets turned off. Hoyt relaxes more into his chair like he’s ready for a late-day nap before dinner, but then he glances at you. Something clicks in his brain, and he can’t look away for a few moments. That is, until you feel a creepy tingling on the side of your face and look his way, catching his squinty look and furrowing your eyebrows at him. Still, you look away and so does he, to avoid conversation.

But then he looks at you again and you catch him again and he squints harder. Then sits up in his seat again and sets his jaw. “So, what’s your deal with my nephew? And the ah… other kid. With the mask.”

You would think after 3 months of living together you would learn E.J’s name… “Deal?” You raise an eyebrow, confused. Have you acted off in any way towards them? You can’t recall… Or, maybe you could if you tried. Really you’re just too lazy and subconsciously decide to wait for Hoyt to explain.

“Yeah, it’s been bothering me for a while, now. It’s like you give attention to Tommy, and then you abandon him for Jack again. Bit fickle, if you ask me.”

Shock delves deep into your very soul, at that. What- W h a t is Hoyt suggesting??! “Huh?!”

For a moment Hoyt just continues to stare you down, one eyebrow raised halfway up his forehead; Evidently, wondering how stupid you must be or if he has read things wrong. A moment passes of this, with you just sitting there and waiting with a wildly beating heart for the answer, before Hoyt rolls his eyes and gets up from his chair. “Alright. Ya’ll are leavin’ soon anyway, what do I care?”

He starts heading for the doorway out of the living room, so you grip the arm or your chair to stop yourself hopping up and stopping him. Did you make the boy’s think you liked them in a different way?? Is that what he’s saying?! “Wait! Hoyt! Don’t leave, explain to me what you mean! -“

“I’m going for my nap!” He snaps back petulantly, seemingly caring little to zero percent about your problem that he just called attention to.

“But! -“

“Tell me when dinner’s ready.” And then he’s gone, up the stairs to his room. You push yourself out of your chair and stand for a moment, wondering… Is there any merit in what he said? Or is he just crazy?

Both are acute possibilities.

After a minute of pondering, you shake it off and move on to the kitchen to help Luda Mae. It’s probably not worth worrying about.

~~~

After dinner you’re just sitting in the chair by yours and E.J’s shared bed-The Hewitt’s only had one spare,-, flicking through dialogue prompts on Pinterest when E.J walks in.

“Hey Y/N!” E.J’s voice wafts into your ears, causing you to put down your phone and raise your eyebrows at him. “Slender’s coming tonight, so pack! I got us a one-way ticket outta here.”

Before you’ve even fully processed what this means for you consciously, your mouth opens up and the words “So soon?!” come slipping out like butter. E.J stops what he was doing immediately, hearing the less then excited response when he was expecting, hoping, for a pleased one. This is not good. This is what he was worried about. You better not be hesitant because of Thomas.

His non-gaze digs deep into you as he waits for an explanation. Doesn’t ask what’s wrong, doesn’t ask about the tone. Just faces your way, and waits for you to explain.

That way he’ll know what you’re feeling and not just what he wants to know.

“Its strange that we’re going! Started to feel like home, a little bit.”

Of course, his ‘gaze’ only works to get secrets out of you if you are aware you have secrets… which you, his innocent, sweet Y/N, may not.

He’s thought this could be the case for a while. Its clear to him your budding feelings for Thomas… and Thomas has made it clear to E.J his feelings for you, but you yourself may not be aware.

Just like your clear feelings for E.J himself.

A frustrated sound comes from E.J, a human sound as he’s so plainly annoyed, and he rubs his face hard under his mask for a moment. Your emotional obliviousness is cute, yes, but it’s becoming too much for E.J. He needs to be straight forward, he needs you both to know where you are and what you’re feeling. This beating around the bush and pussy footing and taking things slow is not him, and he’s hated every second of it. He can take no more.

“E.J?” You ask, watching his tired and frustrated movements with worry. Its not often you see E.J grumpy like this, he’s usually very together.

“Y/N.” He replies, mimicking your tone but with just a hint of his own, irritated one. He stops rubbing his face and ‘looking’ back up at you. Somehow, even without eyes he always knows where your face is- so he can stare and make you feel things. “Y/N, we need to talk.” Clenching his fists and opening them again once to get his thoughts going, wondering quickly how he’s going to break this to you. You watch round eyes and arched eyebrows, worried about whatever’s happening. He decides to take a formal approach. “Okay, Y/N… Look, we’ve reached a point where things have to change. Now, that doesn’t need to be a bad thing, in- in fact I think its pretty good.”

E.J makes no move to round the bed and be closer to you or to touch you- he’s confessing, you aren’t a couple yet. He can’t do that, especially since he doesn’t know if you feel the same, or even if you know it if you do. This will probably shock you.

“Okay… I’m worried now.” You quip, grinning but really meaning it. E.J is scaring you a bit, with this.

“Don’t be.” E.J bluntly replies. Oh, you think in your head, sarcastically. Well in that case… “The thing I need to tell you, is… I… I have really, really strong feelings about you. Love feelings and I want you to be my mate.” Before you can even open your mouth and not have a response, so you’ll have to shut it again of course, E.J goes on quickly. “And I know you’ll need time to process that, so just pack up your things and let’s go.”

E.J conveniently keeps to himself all the business with Thomas.

But you sure don’t.

There are certain things that are now starting to come together for you… Particularly the conversation you had with Hoyt earlier.

E.J… loves me?

… Okay, that’s not surprising. You’ve been friends with E.J for a long time- in fact, you’ve lived and travelled with him for years now and… and yes, there have been times when you have felt something. A sudden, overwhelming warm feeling in your chest when he helps gets you a snack because he knows you’ll want it, or when you wake up with a blanket you hadn’t had over you when you went to sleep. Once, when all he did was say your name… or many, many, many times when he but looked at you.

But really stops voice from coming out of your throat in this moment is that Hoyt thinks that Thomas is… interested… in you.

What you feel when you’re with him is completely different then how you feel with E.J. Its still very warm and full, but new. Exciting! You haven’t known Thomas for that long, you’re still learning about him. Which is not to downplay the lovely reliable feeling you have with E.J either though…

“Why aren’t you packing? Y/N, its time to go!” E.J breaks you from your reverie, dropping your empty book bag onto the bed for you. “Slender is not a patient… or pleasant… man. So please, come on, get ready so we can meet him outside in time.”

“I need a glass of water.” And a reality check.

“Alright, do you want me to get it for you? You can get started with your clothes.”

“Aha, no that’s fine! I’ll go get it; That’s sweet though! See you in a minute!!”

Then you’re out the door, shutting behind yourself and taking a deep breath with your hands still on the handle, before you turn and start down the stairs to the kitchen.

I can’t think about this. A relationship is not in the cards for me, I’m perfectly happy travelling with E.J… Can’t things just go back to normal?

Pulling a cup from a cabinet, you sigh. “I suppose not… “Silly idea. Even if you could forget what they feel and ignore how you feel, you can’t make either of them do that. You couldn’t. That wouldn’t be fair.

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you turn the tap on and fill the cup to the brim with water. Then tip out half of it and decide that’s too empty so you fill it up again. Then you turn around and lean back against the sink as you drink, never taking your lips off the cup, thinking…

Worrying.

What to do when you suddenly find yourself in the dreaded love triangle… with cannibals. Oh god.

E.J, now grumbling and packing your things himself, wonder’s if he did the right thing in telling you at all. Judging from your reaction, this could serve as a serious problem in his plans of keeping you as his mate. And more importantly, leaving this shit hole. He cannot take the ever-overhanging threat of Thomas taking you for himself, for much longer.

~~~

You had tried to go see Thomas before you left, but whenever you went to his room he wouldn’t come to the door and you got caught up saying goodbye to Luda Mae and then suddenly it’s 9 at night and E.J’s saying its time to go.

Now you’re outside, with your bag hugged to your chest as you and E.J -him with shoulders slightly hunched and his hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket,- walk silently out of the house and to the highway.

The whole time you feel a terrible sense of dread.

You are leaving, very likely forever, without even saying goodbye to Thomas. Much less facing your feelings or his suspected ones. Now you’ll live the rest of your life without truly knowing what could have, might have been… Its an awful feeling, when you know you could prevent something by just walking back, but you don’t because you’re afraid someone else, in this scenario E.J, and you’re also afraid of what might be.

And then you’re also kicking yourself for being a cliché’d coward and realising that the shit they spew on the Soaps on TV about how hard it is in these situations is all true.

Overall, you diagnose yourself with emotional turmoil and thought diarrhoea. Which is absolutely a thing. Like when you’re awake in the middle of the night between sleeps and you can’t do anything but think because if you get up and do something you will officially awaken? So you just sit there and think…

But now you don’t even have a choice, because there’s no way you could fall asleep right now.  Not even when you get to this ‘Slender Mansion’. No way. Absolutely not.

When finally, the two of you get to the road and stop, you close your eyes and take a deep breath of the dread. You could still go back, but something keeps your feet still where they are.

Its cold outside, and the night-time air -frosty and biting, - just makes you feel worse. Which sucks, because normally you love the cold. Especially at night-time.

You’re about to slowly move from your hugging position and wrap the strap of your book bag over your shoulder properly and open your eyes, when E.J speaks up. But he isn’t speaking to you. “For fuck’s sake.” At least you hope he isn’t talking to you.

“Hm?” You open your eyes and turn to him, to see he’s standing straight like a dog that just smelled something really delicious, except the words that came out of his mouth were anything but happy. You look around for what he might have caught in his sniffer and see a blurry figure trekking down the road towards us.

Immediately, you think its Thomas. But the very next second, you worry that you only think that because you are concerned over Thomas right now, so you just watch the figure approach and try not to guess.

The figure of course turns into Thomas anyway, and I feel the terrible urge to run away. I guess I’m getting to say goodbye after all- I’m glad, but I’m terrified.

As Thomas gets closer… I realise that this boy is not stopping.

He gets closer and closer, and E.J turns his head slowly to the approaching behemoth as if on guard for attack, he keeps coming, and I startle back, and he keeps coming.

Until he suddenly, completely does. Not inches from me.

He’s so close, if I moved my head just a little bit, my nose would touch his chest. Slowly I look up at his face as his chest heaves up and down, up and down, and see no mask on his face. He’s completely bare, and my eyes must round completely. I have never, ever, in the months and months that E.J and I have been here, see Thomas without a little covering even over just the bottom of his face. “Thomas. Is that hurting? -“

I startle out of my words when he suddenly backs up and gets down in one smooth, fluid movement a foot away from me to one knee. “What- What’s he doing?” E.J sniffs the air, gets quiet to listen to the air, opens his mouth to possibly taste the air, but he still doesn’t know as I just stare at Thomas.

Thomas twists his knee further into the gravel, and E.J hisses. “No.”

My mouth creates an ‘O’ when I realise what’s happening. In disbelief rather then horror, like E.J, I whisper a small. “No.”

Thomas reaches into his apron and takes out an empty seasoning jaw with the label ‘Allspice’-which, I know from spending night after night in the Hewitt kitchen never gets used, means he emptied for this and what I think is inside now smells oddly of Allspice,- on it, opens it and tips the contents into his palm.

The ring looks tiny in his hand.

I suddenly remember seeing it a thousand times before on Luda Mae’s ring finger, and it has never looked so small. Tiny.  

Thomas takes your hand in his and yours is just small enough, and big enough, to fit perfectly in it. “Thomas?”

E.J lets out a deep, frustrated sigh, turning away and kicking the dirt. “Fine. Fine! I’ll wait.”

Thomas drops his other hand over the top of the hand of mine that he’s already holding, ring between his thumb and his pointer finger, and tilts his head. Watching his lips, and feeling my whole world close in around me and my heart bloom inside my chest, as he mouths the words:

Marry me?