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[tossawary]

The more I think about it, the more the fall of Tianlang-Jun (pre-Binghe) stands out as an outrageous event in the PIDW/SVSSS world. Several great sects, some of the most powerful entities in the human world (that we know about), manage to cooperate long enough to ambush and DEFEAT the (absentee) ruler of the demon world, a famously OP heavenly demon.

The political ripples from this event this would be incredible. The demon world has to be losing their MINDS. Did anyone know the humans could do that? Are we going to let them get away with doing that?!?! Are they going to do it again?! Which demon VIP is going to be next?!?!? Should we try to ally and attack them first?! Who's getting all of Tianlang-Jun's stuff?! He doesn't have an heir! (Unless you count that weird snake creature. Most people do not count the weird snake creature, which has disappeared anyway.) Maybe I personally should get his stuff???

And the state of the human cultivation world has to be similarly unstable. What now? What next? Are they going into the demon realm to do this again? Did they get any treasure out of it? Can they use this as leverage? Are the clearly powerful and clever great sects going to remain allied? Is one of the great sects going to make some kind of bid for power, more territory or authority, out of this? Cang Qiong is getting new peak lords very soon! Even over a decade later, everyone must still be dealing with lingering reactionary ripples from the shocking defeat of a heavenly demon emperor.

And all of this is just... not really on Shen Yuan's radar as a very real, very scary event that everyone in PIDW-world is still recovering from... and as the later plot of SVSSS shows us, is not at all actually finished. Tianlang-Jun is just a name in Luo Binghe's secret backstory!

I also enjoy thinking about how Shang Qinghua reacted to it, because he may have been like, "Oh, damn, I guess the plot is happening soon! Main character incoming in a little more than ten years! Cool!" while I maintain the headcanon that Mobei-Jun must have been FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. Hi??? Hello??? His cowardly human servant's sect was directly involved in the underhanded ambush and apparent murder of a heavenly demon emperor who became too tangled with humans???

Airplane Bro as soon as he realizes that he's going to have to personally warn Mobei-Jun about what is not just "backstory" but actually going to be a major political event: "Oh, FUCK."

[kianamaiart]

Growing an audience takes time and getting people to care about your characters can often take more time. I've done a bunch of OCs in the past but none of them really got traction until my IDWTBAMG OCs. I steadily grew my social media following for well over a decade. A lot of checking socialblade, looking at analytics and generally drawing/posting everyday. I have a whole doc available about this type of stuff.

There's no particular shortcut other than happening to go viral or getting really lucky. But I will say "branding" or carving out a niche for yourself over time helps. Although I've been in a number of different fandoms over the past 15 years I've been on the internet, the kind of art I do has been pretty consistent. Lots of shorter, light hearted comics or vignettes highlighting relationships (be them romantic, platonic or familial) and people started enjoying my work for my writing style more so than just what fandom I was creating for.

Finding your community, creating stuff that aligns with those communities and engaging with others is huge. A lot of my work prior to IDWTBAMG centered queer people (specifically sapphics), Black and Asian folks and stylistically is very anime/modern western cartoon inspired. It's what became known for in fandom spaces and what people were following me for. So when I finally did make IDWTBAMG, a concept with anime influences, in a western cartoon style, with two Black, sapphic leads, it just fit right into what I was already doing. Like if you grew your following from doing cute, slice of life stuff, then suddenly dropped a psychological horror comic, chances are it's not gonna grab a large part of your audience. Might bring some new folks in, but you're ultimately kinda starting over and pivoting (that's why rebrands are hard to pull off). This may not be the best example but hopefully you get what I mean. Appeal to the communities you've fostered!

I hate using corporate speak for art but if you ARE trying sell your ideas to people and get your work out there, you do kinda have to learn how to market yourself and your art to some extent. Get in the head of a marketing agent or a brand manager. What's popular right now? How can I use that to my advantage? What times should I be posting my artwork to get the most eyes on this? Who is my target audience and how do I effectively appeal to them while staying true to my own work? Stuff like that. Genuinely, studying how social media managers operate as well as just observing how businesses market their products helped me a lot. "Okay I'm making this animatic, but it won't come out for the next four months. How do I keep people interested and hyped for that amount of time leading up to the pilot's release? I'll keep doing comics here and there so people connect with the characters by the time the pilot comes out. Once I get he VAs recorded, I'll make posts to get people hyped for the casting. I'll upload snippets and behind the scenes stuff to give people a taste of what's to come. I'll release during Black History Month since this is a Black led project with Black characters. I'll have a specific upload time at peak hours to get a good amount of people watching for the premiere and to give the pilot a good running start." This was all stuff I was taking into consideration and planning for.

Then generally, I think people connect to characters more than anything. You can have a cool concept and fun world building ideas but if your execution is bad and your characters aren't compelling, what's the point, y'know? IDWTBAMG isn't a particularly novel concept imo, but I think its strengths lie in the characters and how they interact. The concept is just a tool to give the character dynamics and relationships legs to stand on. So few of the comics I've done with these guys have to do with their lore, it's just small interactions of the girls in class, at a convenience store or just talking to each other in a void. Even though it's simple, that's often the kind of thing people connect with.

Then there's just the technical aspect of having appealing drawing! Getting better at your craft, if nothing else, is good for catching eyes and helping with your execution of your project. While it's not always necessary, I think it helps a lot. I know there's a lot of people who follow me just because they personally like my art style and character design.

Not sure how helpful this actually is LOL. It really does just kinda take time. We all have to start somewhere. I was a "small artist" too at one point. It was years of trial and error, mental breakdowns, finding my own artistic voice and posting artwork almost daily for like 5 years straight. I do think that's why IDWTBAMG ended up being so special to me. It really does feel like a culmination of everything I've learned and all that hard work up to this point and people can kinda feel that.

[esote-rika]

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 | 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!BAU!Reader Category: Smut 18+ MDNI Summary: You have several (stereotypical) assumptions about your nerdy coworker; he proves how wrong you are about them. Content: 3.2k, early season dom!Spencer Reid, bratty reader, reader has hair that can be put in a ponytail, brat taming, BDSM dynamics, sensation play (feather tickler hehe), reader is ticklish, spanking, making out, thigh riding, coworkers hooking up (are we even fucking surprised), hopefully still soft and sweet and hot. a/n: Listen I know I keep saying I’m taking a break but unfortunately I’m ovulating HARD; this is the last one for May, but there will be a part 2, I’m already planning it. I wrote this completely piss drunk (my friends can probably share screenshots as proof oops) and then sobered up enough to edit (might have missed some stuff). Based on a request that Tumblr ate 😭 but basically, BAU reader teases Spencer about sex only to find out he's a kinky BDSM dom. Hope u enjoy!

“What would you know about BDSM?” The question, spoken with a carefree laugh and just a hint of condescension, is directed at your coworker, who is currently stirring copious amounts of sugar into his coffee beside you. 

Dressed in a tweed blazer that overwhelms his slight frame, Spencer Reid only tilts his head to the side, honey eyes keen and flashing with something you can’t quite place. You lean against the counter in the pantry, intrigued by his response. You’d expected a blush, chin tipping down, hair falling over his pretty eyes, lips uttering bashful, stuttering words. 

Not… this. Regarding you with a frank, unblinking calm that has you shifting in place.

“Oh, right,” you roll your eyes teasingly, unwilling to let him see how easily his nonplussed reaction has fractured your easygoing facade, “You’ve read about it extensively, haven’t you? What do psychology textbooks have to say about whips and blindfolds, Dr. Reid?”

“Quite a lot,” he replies with a serenity that unnerves, “Some attribute it to the feeling of being safely back inside the womb.”

You scoff, “Right, because thinking of your mother during bondage is so sexy.”

“But,” he presses on, narrowing his eyes at you, patient but warning, “There’s often explanations that go hand in hand with biology. Deprivation of one sense tends to heighten the other. Physical restriction offers the same feeling, which then leads to altered states of pleasure. In a more emotional sense, surrendering your power to a partner communicates the highest level of trust, offering a deeper sense of intimacy for some people.”

So he does know a lot about it. Still, you don’t drop your teasing grin as you reply, “God, how do you manage to make BDSM sound so clinical?”

“Because it is a little clinical, if I’m just explaining it in polite conversation. The communication is better enjoyed if the actions match.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm hmm,” he smiles, dimples flashing, a show of innocence. A mask. 

“And this information is from experience?” you tease.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

His tone carries implication and it settles upon your stomach, heavy and warm. That makes you perk up, but you fight the urge to show your intrigue. Instead, you scoff, “As if there’s anything to know.”

He’s quiet. Sipping at his coffee, honey eyes twinkling over the rim of his mug. It’s infuriating.

“No way.” you huff, finally breaking. The lightness of teasing leaves your voice, shifting to something darker, more accusatory, “You expect me to believe you have experience? In BDSM?” 

“Announce it to the entire office, why don’t you?”

You pause, looking at him almost in betrayal. Really, how could you not? Spencer Reid, who looks like his nose would start bleeding from the slightest sexual attention from a living, breathing person, has BDSM experience? The man who wears sweater vests and slicks his hair back like he’s a seventy year old librarian? You survey him today, in all of his rumpled, mismatched glory, trying to find one hint of his apparent favored pastimes.

He looks almost smug as he meets your gaze, cocking his head to the side.

“No way.” you repeat.

“You possess an awfully limited vocabulary for today.” 

“Shut up, stop pulling my leg,” your eyes narrow suspiciously, still in disbelief. 

“I’m not pulling your leg,” he says, allowing a small, almost imperceptible smirk to curve up his lips for one split second, before his face gets hidden by the coffee cup again.

“Prove it, then.” 

The words startle both of you, but you’re stubborn enough to see it through. Meeting his gaze with a confidence that would seem sincere to the untrained eye, but Spencer has worked with you long enough to know it’s all bravado. 

He looks at you, unsure. “Prove it?”

“Look who's vocabulary is limited now.”

He scoffs and lowers his voice, “I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into.”

“I know what I’m getting into, I’m a grown woman, thanks.” 

“Then I’ll fax you a copy of my rules. If they still seem like something you’d want to try out, come to my apartment Saturday night—that is, if we aren’t called in for a case.”

You shrug, the perfect picture of nonchalance. “Great, sounds like a plan. Don’t forget to fax.” You both know he wouldn’t.

By some universal twist of fate, that Saturday is devoid of any last minute cases. You spend the whole morning poring over the sixteen-page document that Spencer had sent over on Friday, reading through the risks—a lot of which you already know from your own research—his specific set of rules, and what he’d normally allow for a beginner. You don’t have the same perfect memory he does, but you’re sure you’ve memorized everything by the time you knock at his apartment.

“So you came,” he says, offering you a cool glass of lemonade, looking perfectly at ease as he leads you into his bedroom. 

“Of course,” you say, looking around as you sip on the drink, taking it all in, “I was serious when I said prove it.” It’s dim, but nothing else is inside that rouses suspicion. It looks completely normal—a neat bed, a messy desk, haphazard piles of books—until your eyes land on the items on the dresser. 

Silk ties. A paddle. Something that looks similar to a feather duster, but you assume it’s made with a different activity in mind. Your cheeks are aflame.

“You know the safe word?”

“Yes. Jupiter—you’re such a nerd, by the way.”

He laughs, taking you half finished glass and setting it down. “Do you have any objections to the terms I’d laid out? Additions?”

“I just need you to make a promise.”

“For what?”

“That this stays between us.” You face him, searching his eyes for any deceit. It’s always a risk, being a woman and engaging in anything that could be considered deviant, especially in an environment like the BAU, which is honestly a glorified boy’s club.

“You have my word. Everything that we do stays in this room.” he vows, stepping closer.

“And,” you bite your lip, “No sex, right?”

He shakes his head, “None. We’ll focus on sensations tonight, just to let you get a feel for things.”

It seems more intimate, just trusting him to tease and play with your body, but you’re glad that the boundary is set in place. Spencer seems to have gotten a lot of experience at this, and briefly, you wonder just how many other people has been in your place.

You push the thought away and smile at him. “Okay. Then that’s all on my end. I accept all your terms, and I remember the safe word.”

He hums, turning you around. Standing so closely behind you, his heat warms your back like a gentle fire. Long, elegant fingers that carry the lingering musk of old books and coffee gather your hair into a ponytail at the base of your neck. He secures it with a thin elastic, before leaning in, breath whispering goosebumps into your skin. 

“Strip.”

There’s a sudden loss of heat as he steps back. You’re surprised to miss it, already, but even more surprised by his command. “What?”

“I said strip, angel.” he says, walking to your front with an expectant look on his face, “Down to your underwear.”

You sputter, looking up at him incredulously, but his face is serious. Patient, but serious.

“Do you need your safe word?”

You don’t reply, realizing that it’s begun and this is exactly what you agreed to do. To submit to him and his commands. The weight of this reality sinks in, rendering you mute and frozen, and he immediately softens. 

Hands cupping your cheeks, Spencer looks at you with concern, “Hey, we can stop.”

“No,” you reply, forcefully. Stubborn pride pulsing through your veins—no way you’re stopping before you’ve even done anything, “I don’t want to stop, it’s okay. I just—okay. Strip.” you step back, nodding and muttering to yourself, “Okay, yes, I can do that.” Looking down, you fumble at the buttons of your blouse, undoing them with clumsy, unsure fingers.

He steps back to the dresser, retrieving the bundle of feathers, never averting his gaze. Wide brown eyes take you in as you lose your shirt, and then your pants, standing before him in matching lace underwear. A slow grin spreads over his lips, “You dressed up for me?”

You feel your cheeks burn, “No.”

“So you just wear expensive lace sets for no reason, even on Saturdays?”

“You don’t know what I like.”

A step closer, “I’m about to,” he says in a low, smug tone that has your breath catching, “Stay still.”

Stay still. Easy enough. Your eyes follow his movements, the way he brandishes the feathers in his hands. Your head cranes back as he circles you, and he tuts in disapproval.

“I said stay still,” he murmurs, hand cupping your jaw and adjusting your head forward.

“But—”

“But?” 

“Nothing.” you squeak as you look ahead again. Your heart makes itself known, drumming in an exaggerated, hurried way that makes you want to shift. But Spencer said stay still, so you do.

A small part of you wants to scoff—why are you following Spencer Reid’s orders? This is ridiculous. Say the safe word and this would all be over. He’d never mention it to anyone else, like you both agreed earlier. You can get out, and you know for a fact that Spencer wouldn’t judge or protest.

But you don’t.

Because a larger, more significant part of you finds this whole thing incredibly hot.

Several seconds pass. Agonizingly slow. He’s drawing it out, you realize, testing how long he can get you to stay still. Or maybe he left. No, he wouldn’t—couldn’t, you’d hear his footsteps.  Finally giving in, you look over your shoulder, brows knitted in confusion.

You’re met with a disapproving look and a shaking head. “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

“You’re taking too long,” you pout.

“That’s the second time you’ve disobeyed me, angel,” he tuts. The heat of his body envelops you as he steps into your space again, his chest pressing to your back. A hand skims over your side, warm and firm as it finds the swell of your hip, and sits there. A warning. “You know what’s going to happen when you do it thrice, don’t you?”

Your mind flashes back to the conversation and the list, the rules he laid out so painstakingly for you. Thoughtful and attentive, Spencer had made you read through pages of what he expects from this dynamic, the rules you must follow as his submissive, the punishment that will be enforced should you disobey.

Three strikes and you get spanked.

“I do,” your words drift out the most delicate breath, heart hammering even more now. “I remember.”

He hums when you are finally still. Lips land on your bare shoulder, chaste and warm, while his hand travels up your side, featherlight and teasing. They skim up your ribcage and you can’t help but gasp, fighting every cell in your body to keep from moving. Your compliance is rewarded by another satisfied hum, and then finally it touches you. 

The feather. 

Crawling up the back of your left thigh, soft as a whisper. 

Ticklish.

“Fuck,” you gasp, jerking away from his grasp in surprise. You find yourself missing the feel of his hand on your waist before you realize your mistake. 

“That’s the third.” he says, shaking his head.

“I wasn’t expecting it on my thigh!” you snap, suddenly feeling so exposed. To shield yourself, your arms cross over your shoulder defensively, voice lowering by way of apology, “I’m ticklish!”

He considers it for a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed, but his eyes remain trained on you. Gauging your reaction, the same way he’d talk to a skittish witness. You find yourself shifting again, unused to being on the receiving end of such a stare. When he speaks, his voice is calm, as if he’s soothing a ruffled creature, “You’re welcome to say your safe word.” 

The easy way out. But you’ve already gone this far, stripped out of your so-called armor, down to your lace underwear and allowed him to regard you in ways far too intimate for coworkers. It would be such a waste to back out now. Besides, he said the punishment would just be spanking, how bad could that be?

“No,” you reply finally, voice breaking through the silence that settled and swelled in the room, “No, I’m okay, I’ll—I’ll take the punishment, like I agreed to.”

He sits up straighter, “Are you sure?”

A gulp. “Yes.”

He pats his lap, “Come here then.”

You’ve lost count of how many times you felt warmth at your cheeks, but this feels like a wildfire has started now, smoothing over your face before spreading all over your body in an all consuming blaze. Flashes of those kinky magazines and news articles you’d rolled your eyes over flit through your mind, the models now replaced by the image of you and Spencer. He’s asking you to bend over on his lap to receive your punishment.

With a nod, you join him on the bed, your torso draping horizontally over his lap. Your legs are laid on the bed, and you hold yourself up by your elbows. From this position, he has perfect access to your ass, a large hand smoothing over one cheek. 

You squirm, “Your hand’s cold.” 

He laughs, “God, you never stop complaining, huh? I should add another one just for that.”

“Sorry, I can’t help it.”

He sighs, “I know. You’re doing fine, all things considered. I’ll just do three, okay? For every time you moved.”

“Okay.”

“I want you to count.”

You inhale so sharply you almost choke on nothing. That had no business being as hot as you found it. His hand is on your ass again, and you have to dig into your brain to focus and answer, “Okay.”

The first strike comes quickly, a sharp sting followed by a cool, gentle hand soothing over it. You exhale a gasp along with the word, “One.”

“Good girl.”

Jesus Christ.

Another smack, this time on the other cheek. “Two… three.”

It’s over before you know it, barely even lasting three minutes, but it’s still managed to take your every breath away. You find yourself wishing he had added another strike, just so you could feel the sharp sting again. 

“Are you okay?” his voice pulls you from your reverie, hands helping you sit back up beside him, “Do you need a break? I could get you some lotion—”

You tune him out, staring as he offers different ways to soothe the stinging. His hands keep making lazy strokes up and down your arms, eyes completely focused on you. Words are flying past his lips, attempting to reach you through this haze, solutions and probably another reminder of your safe word, but all you can think about is how close he is, how pretty with his earnest brown eyes and pouty lips, but also how hot and since when was Spencer Reid hot? 

A familiar sensation settles low in your belly, slickness between your thighs, and oh my god you just want to kiss him.

So you do.

His lips are soft, pausing mid sentence for just one moment, before he’s kissing you right back, open mouthed and desperate, his hand cradling the back of your head, tilting it up so his tongue can dive deeper into your mouth. You moan, kissing him back with just as much fervor, scrambling forward in an attempt to get even closer. He tastes like mint and cinnamon, the oddest combination that has you sucking on his bottom lip, eager for more.

An arm wraps around your waist, and you find yourself on his lap again—no, on his thigh. Singular, straddling it with nothing but a tiny scrap of lace and his trousers in between your skin. Two degrees of separation. You moan again, biting down hard.

“Wait,” he pulls back, breathless, thrown off, “Wait this isn’t part of the agreement.”

You laugh, “I’m sorry, I don’t really care about it right now.”

Soft brown locks tickle your jaw as he ducks his head. Lips run over your collar, moist and gentle as he speaks, “I wasn’t really prepared for this. I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh.” you seem to deflate in his arms, despite the incessant pounding in your chest, the buzzing at your fingertips.

He looks up, surveys you like a puzzle to be solved. On his thigh, with barely anything on, practically throwing yourself at him. Muscle flexes and shifts beneath you, eliciting a gasp from your lips. It moves again, just as his hands hold onto your hips and keep you in place. 

Your lips fall open, “Oh.” you repeat, but this time, it’s a low, breathy moan. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs, watching you with a small smirk, “Move those hips for me, angel.”

You don’t need to be told twice, pressing down hard onto his thigh. The pressure gives your clit enough stimulation, pulling another moan from your lips. Louder this time. Loud and pretty, as his hands keep you steady, and your arms wrap around his shoulder, fingers finding the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Oh god,” you gasp, staring right at him, at those intense hazel eyes that have turned nearly black. You ride his thigh shamelessly, finding a rhythm that you know will have the pleasure snapping within minutes. Paired with Spencer’s praise, the sweet kisses he’s laying on your jaw, you find yourself trembling in his arms as you rub yourself along his muscular thigh. 

All of the anticipation seems to have built up to a fever pitch, his teasing, the spanking, it all floods back until your orgasm hits you like lightning. Razor sharp, every nerve of your body seems to sing and tremble from pleasure as Spencer keeps his thigh gently moving, helping you come down from your high. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, burying your face into his neck. 

He laughs, wrapping his arms tightly around you, “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.”

Slender fingers card through the back of your head, tangles into your hair, “You did really well. We went a little off script, but it seems like you found it pleasurable, which is always the goal.”

Pleasurable is the understatement of the century, but your only response is a breathless chuckle. At the moment, that’s all you’re capable of. 

“Okay,” you whisper into his neck, losing all ability to extricate yourself from him. He doesn’t seem to mind though, his hold on you just as tight, free hand rubbing warm circles over your bare back. “Okay, you’ve proved your point. You seriously are a dom.”

“Mhm.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“What? You can’t believe it? I literally just gave you one of the most hands on demonstrations anyone could ask for.” he says with a laugh. It rumbles through his chest, and the feeling makes something in your stomach clench pleasantly. 

You lift your head, finally meeting his gaze. Your eyes flash with mischief when you reply, “I don’t know, I might need another one to fully understand it.”

He smiles back, wide and catlike, “Well then, I think that calls for an encore.”

Thank you for reading!!! also if you could give me some encouragement for my thesis that’d be much appreciated i’d give you so much brain kisses MUAH.

[bluewxrld07]

I'm The Problem (Luke Hughes)

Summary: Luke isn't the happiest camper post his shoulder surgery, and he feels at a loss at the fact he needs help doing almost everything. His best friend Y/N has been there every step of the way, but takes a step back after Luke get overstimulated

Warning(s): angst, yelling/cursing, crying, lack of self-worth

"For fucks sake."

Luke was annoyed to say the absolute least.

After getting an injury towards the end of the season, especially during playoffs, he felt like he let down the team at the one time where it counted most.

The surgery went smooth and well, it was the recovery that was taking a toll on him. He was a someone who liked the faster healing process rather than sitting on being patient. Only in certain cases that is, which this one happens to be part of.

He always looked forward to the summertime because he got to see his friends back home, stay at the lakehouse, golf and skate freely without the pressure on him.

Now he could barely do any of that without his injury causing some sort of issue. Don't even get him started on the sling. He hated that thing with a burning passion.

Y/N though, was there to help pick him back up when he needed it most.

She managed to take time off of work for a couple weeks during the week of his surgery to help him, especially since Jack was still in recovery from his own.

Luke didn't think he'd be able to get through anything without her around, she was an angel in disguise for him post surgery.

That was at first.

The more and more Luke figured out he couldn't do while in Michigan, the more frustrated and overwhelmed he began to feel. He couldn't swing a golf club, put on clothes properly, wash his hair, drive a car (or boat for that matter). It was beginning to piss him off as time went on.

Y/N would cut in to help him whenever she could see the annoyance reaching his eyes.

The time he was trying to open one of his meal prep containers, tongue sticking out as he grumbled at it not opening.

So Y/N walked over and softly grabbed it from his hands. "I got it, it's okay." she assures him with a soft smile, opening it with a pop and handing it back to him.

"Thank you pretty girl," he chuckles dryly.

Luke first started off mumbling out 'thank you's and now he barely said a thing when she'd cut in. He would either scoff or stomp away like a toddler.

Y/N understood how helpless Luke felt, as having a knee surgery a few years back that caused her to be bedridden for a month or two. it was hard to see everyone doing stuff for you around you when all you wanted to do was accomplish it on your own.

What Luke didn't know was how exhausted Y/N was. Not mentally, but physically. She was up every night the week post his surgery, making sure to switch out his ice packs, bandages, meds, you name it.

She only got a couple hours of sleep realistically each night during that time. She would never complain about it, because she wanted to make the process easy on Luke.

It was now the summertime in which meant she was done with college for the time being until fall, so she was also joining the boys at the lakehouse as per tradition. Not only to make sure Luke had the help he needed, but to also see her other favorite friends she hadn't seen in a bit as they were all traveling for work too.

It was another early morning in the Hughes lakehouse, she was just returning from her workout session and grocery shopping when she could hear the quiet commotion of some of the boys awake in the kitchen.

She smiles warmly as she sets down both arms that are full of grocery bags, nicely onto the counter. Dylan Duke, Cole and Quinn were all awake and made their ways over to the girl to help unpack everything.

"You're all awake earlier than usual." she jokes, opening a bottle of water.

"We decided to run this morning, and we were the only ones who actually got up at our alarms to go." Cole mentions, making her chuckle lightly.

"Should've came and joined my class today. Totally would've made you sweat your asses off, but totally worth how you feel afterwards." She says after she swallows a sip of her drink.

Quinn gives her a look, and points at her. "Absolutely not, I've seen how scary Hot Pilates can be." he denies as he puts groceries away.

"Oh come on it isn't that bad. You gotta try it before you hate on it!" she argues, Dylan laughing at her statement.

"We choose life sweetheart," Cole laughs. "Besides us men can't be seen dying in a class like that. Let's be real." Dylan adds. Y/N rolls her eyes playfully.

"Besides," Quinn buds in. "Luke was about to go insane if he didn't get out of this house somehow and do something more productive."

Y/N raises her brow. "He went running too?"

The boys nodded. "How'd he feel after that?" she says, going to sit at one of the barstools and crossing one leg over the other.

Quinn puts a hand over his neck and slides it across as if to signal not to ask. She purses her lips. "That bad huh?"

Dylan sighs. "He ended up stopping halfway through and walking the rest of the way because the motion kept killing his shoulder. He was red in the face by the time he got back to the house, and it wasn't just from how warm it is outside."

Y/N rubs a hand over her face. "Did he take any of his painkillers? I left them on his nightstand this morning before I left."

Dylan shrugs his shoulders. "No idea. He was too crabby to talk to, so I have no idea."

"You know I'm not deaf right?" Luke's voice booms into the kitchen, his back turned towards them all as he goes to sit on the couch.

He was dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a plain navy blue t-shirt, his sling over his body and hair still slightly damp from his shower.

Y/N looks at the boys, trying to hide her amused smile as they are. They decide to keep putting stuff away for Y/N while she looks back at Luke who is hunched over and tense.

She hops off the chair and makes her way towards him and rounds the couch to sit next to the blond boy.

He is staring forward, knee bouncing as if he is contemplating in his head.

"How're you feeling Lu?" she asks cautiously.

Luke just grimaces. "Sore." Is all he responds with.

"Did you take some of your meds?"

"Yeah I did when I got back."

"Why didn't you take them before?"

Luke just lets out a loud huff and rolls his eyes, standing up his spot and walking into the kitchen to join the boys conversation.

Y/N frowns at his mood change, knowing no matter how frustrated he got, he never shut her down like that. Instead of bombarding him she ignores it and stands up herself.

"I'm gonna go shower, and then what is the plan today?" she asks.

Cole scratches his head. "Uhhh I think we're going to do the boat for like an hour or two, and then Jack was saying we should hit up this new juice place. He said it's similar to Jamba Juice or something, but it's like the protein juice things."

She gives a thumbs up before walking away towards Luke's room to grab a change of clothes before heading to shower.

Once she finishes and she's dressed, she heads back down the stairs to now see everyone was awake and music was softly playing in the background as they all conversed.

Jack saw her and smiled before pulling her in for a bear hug. "Goodmorning sunshine."

"More like good afternoon now sir." she chuckles, and Jack rolls his eyes as he looks down at her when they break apart. "Hey I forgot I told them I would join this morning, I like my sleep."

"Oh I know. I said you guys should've just joined my workout class this morning."

Jack snorts. "Absolutely not, I choose life my dear Y/N."

"That's what I told her!" Dylan points out, mouthful of food.

"You're a bunch of wimps." she laughs as she goes to grab the cooler off of Quinn's hands.

"Let's get this show on the road now shall we? We're wasting daylight!" she says before heading towards the sliding door.

They all began to slowly follow behind the girl, her letting them all pass to make sure the door was shut before they left. Luke was the last to leave, his face still a bit more droopy. His eyes caught hers, and she gave him a soft, warm smile. "You ready to go?" she says.

"I'm here aren't I?" he says with an annoyed tone, making her smile fall slightly but she tries to hide it and just nods.

"I brought some of your stuff just incase you start to hurt while we're out there." she says, and he just nods.

"You feeling okay Luke?" she finally asks as they walk side by side.

"Yes I'm fine, stop asking." he says in a short tone, earning a frown from Y/N.

"Watch the tone I'm only asking because I care." she shoots back, and watches his face fall slightly.

"Sorry. I'm sorry you're right. I'm just really sore today." he says with a sigh, and she nods. "That's okay. It's normal. I get it." is all she answers with a tight smile.

The rest of the way onto the boat is quiet between them both, Luke deciding to catch up to Duke and talk with him as they got onto the boat.

Jack helped grab the cooler and Y/N's wrist to help her onto the boat, the girl smiling thankfully at him as she stepped onto the wobbly platform.

She went to go sit across from Luke instead of next to him like she usually would, just to give him a bit of space as she's noticed his mood has been a bit more negative with her.

Luke doesn't say anything as he sees her sit across from him, only eyeing her as he talks to Duke who sits on one side of him. She gives him a tight-lipped smile before looking away and starts to talk with Cole and Trevor, Quinn being the designated driver for the day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Ouch Trevor! Move your fat ass over!" Y/N laughs out, pushing the boy over to his side of the booth, rolling her eyes as he playfully dramatized her actions with a fake pout.

The other boys get back with everyone's drinks, Y/N thanking Quinn as he handed her what she ordered before she takes a sip.

The group all converses amongst one another, discussing the plans for the summer and all the concerts they have all planned while sipping and munching on food and drinks.

"So Y/N you gonna have any dates while you're out here this summer?" Cole teases, earning a look from her with an amused smile.

"Yeah absolutely not. Remember how that went last summer?"

"Which one? The one that stood you up and said his fish died, or the one that ordered for you?" he jokes.

"Both actually," she chuckles while sipping on her drink.

"Yeah I remember when you texted the chat saying how the dumbass had been already sitting at a table with food ordered by the time you got there."

"Wait what? He already had it ordered?" Jack snorts.

She nods with a laugh. "Oh yeah. Basically gave me the house salad that comes with his order. So didn't even order me something for myself." she says, the guys all laughing.

Luke rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he remembers that day. She felt so annoyed and so pissed off, and she was starving after that ended.

"Never again. If I go on a date at all this summer, it's because it's with the guy I'd actually want to go on one with." she admits, making the boys all snap their heads to her.

"Wait," Trevor says, mouthful of chips. "There actually is a guy you have your eyes on??" he questions, and she nods with a raised brow.

"Who?" Duke pries, and she shrugs her shoulders while stirring her drink.

Her eyes scan the group, Jack giving her a knowing look and she just averts his gaze. "Oh come on you've gotta give us something." Cole groans, and she shakes her head.

"Nope not this year."

"Why not?"

"Because everytime I tell you guys, I feel like I jinx it because then they ghost me right after!"

"I doubt this one would." Quinn hums out, making her snap her head towards him and his shrugs.

"What? It's true!"

"Quinn knows?! Why does Quinn know?" Trevor whines.

"She didn't tell me, I just figured it out." he laughs, and she points at him with a nod.

"He's right."

"Well then now you have to tell us." Trevor begs, and she shakes her head with a laugh.

"What does Golfing look like this week?" she says to change the subject. The guys easily grab onto the bait and start discussing what they had in mind, her eyes drifting towards Luke who sat in the corner of the booth.

He was in his own world, gnawing on his straw as he tries to listen to the group converse. She can tell he is in his own mind.

She lightly nudges his leg underneath the table, causing him to snap out of his daze and look over at her. "You feeling alright?" she asks a little bit more on the quiet side, not to disturb the group of boys in front of them.

He rolls his eyes. "Y/N when are you going to stop asking me that? It's really not necessary." His gaze going back to the boys.

"You just seem off, and I want to make sure you're okay. Or that if your shoulder is bugging you-"

"I'm not a pussy I can handle the soreness and pain that comes with my injury, alright? Knock it off." he snaps quietly, his eyes burning over towards hers.

She looks at him in disbelief, stunned at the words that just came out of his mouth.

"Fuck me I guess." she mumbles back before deciding to ignore his energy, ignoring the look he throws her way after she says that, indulging in the new topic the boys were now caught into.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

Once they had arrived home from the juice place, Y/N was at a breaking point.

After how Luke had treated her throughout the day, she began to realize something was seriously wrong with him. She couldn't figure out what it was.

She knew he had been frustrated about his injury in general, but she didn't know why it was getting worse whenever she came around.

The boys all went to sit down in the livingroom as the rain started to slowly come down. The soft patters being heard on the rooftop of the house.

They turned on some country music while connecting the PS5 to the giant TV screen. Y/N had gone into the kitchen to go and grab herself something to eat and something to drink, setting it onto the kitchen island as she also went and prepped Luke's meds he was supposed to take every evening like clockwork.

The glass of water fills up and she tries to hide the shaking in her hands, both from exhaustion and anxiety because of what's going on with Luke.

She shook the tension away that was forming between them, and put on a fake facade while walking over to the boys.

"You going to come and join us for a round?" Cole asks, motioning towards the video games on the screen.

She smiles and nods. "Yes I will. Just give me a few minutes."

Y/N walks towards the other big couch where Luke was sitting with Duke and Jack, softly putting her hand on his good shoulder. He whipped his head towards her before rolling his eyes.

"Hey I have your meds, and I grabbed you a water to help get them down-"

"I don't need it."

"Luke you know you're supposed to take these or you can't sleep." she pries with a frown.

He huffs and decides to ignore her, starting to talk to Duke and Jack again. The boys give her a reassuring look before looking back at Luke.

"Luke, take them. You know how you get without them. If you take them later you're going to get sick." she tries again soft but stern.

Luke still doesn't acknowledge her, so she lets out a huff.

"Luke I swear if you don't take these-"

"Oh my fucking fuck Y/N just stop! I said No!"

"Luke I know you don't want to, but your surgeon says you need-"

"I don't give a fuck! I am sick of taking those and I am sick of you breathing down my neck and forcing those down my throat. Seriously knock it the fuck off!" he snaps, making the room quiet and look at the pair.

His eyes are now staring up at hers with a sharp glare, hers frowning down at him in confusion.

"Luke what the fuck is your issue? I'm just trying to help you-"

"Well fucking stop helping! I don't need your help, or you! You're insufferable! You breathe down my neck at every single moment of every single fucking day and it's annoying. You're like a clingy girlfriend who won't hop off my dick. Seriously stop, just stop!" he yells out, and begins to stand up.

Only when he stands up, his good shoulder hits her hands that were frozen in place with the glass and pills. Before she can react, the glass and pills spill from her hands and crash onto the hardwood floor, glass shattering everywhere.

It was so silent that you could've heard a pin drop. Y/N is frozen as she looks at the mess on the ground, hands shaking as her anxiety increases, hands frozen in their spot where she was once holding things.

She could feel the tears forming, lip quivering.

"Y/N" Jack's voice perks up slowly.

"Y/N are you okay?" Jack asks slowly once again. She snaps out of her daze, and sniffles putting on a fake smile.

She nods quickly and her arms fall to their sides.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine, I'm good. I uh I'm just going to clean this up and head to bed." she says before walking quickly to the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies.

Jack is the first to stand up and follow behind her to the closet.

She's letting out a few huffs and sniffles when he sees her, shakily grabbing the broom and dust pan. Jack grabs them from her hands and says her name softly to have her look up at him.

"I got it. It's okay." he says to her in an assuring tone.

She looks into his eyes for a second, Jack seeing the heartbreak hitting her eyes as tears fall freely.

"I got the mess. Okay?" he says one more time, and she wipes her eyes.

"Okay." she sighs before leaving the room quickly and rushing up the stairs.

When Jack emerges from the closet and over towards the mess on the ground, his eyes glared over at Luke who was still standing and facing where Y/N once stood.

"You're a fucking asshole, Luke." he growls out. Luke sighs and lets his head fall.

"That was a dick move. Real dick move bro, she's been there for you the most out of anybody." Duke adds in, Luke running his hands through his hair.

"Well she hasn't left me alone for one fucking minute! I was losing my mind okay? This recovery has fucking sucked." he sputter out, sitting back down and putting his face into one hand.

"Do you know how much shit she has done for you? She didn't sleep a wink when she was one jersey during your first week post surgery." Jack admits.

"What do you mean?" Luke says.

"She stayed up a majority of every night in case you woke up in pain, or in case you needed something other than your doses of your meds. She was the one who would fill the kitchen with your favorite snacks. Your favorite drinks. She was the one who has dropped everything to take you to PT and your surgical follow ups. She hasn't slept since your surgery, because she wants to make sure this recovery is as easy as it can be for you!" Jack bursts, red in the face.

Luke sighs. "Fuck." he winces.

"Dude if you weren't injured right now I'd fucking smack you silly." Quinn scoffs.

"I don't care if you're injured, I'm still debating on doing it." Jack says.

Luke felt like shit. It was all hitting him now.

The times he caught her already awake at five in the morning. The tired red eyes she would have, bags very prominent underneath. The little naps she would take on his lap during the day. Her forgetting to eat because she was so caught up on preparing his food. Missing nights out with her girlfriends to be there for his appointments and PT.

Now he knows he has fucked up in the past, but he really fucked up in this moment. He fucked up terribly.

"I'd be so surprised if you're able to fix this one. You really hurt her, Luke." Jack says, a tired tone being heard in his voice.

"I really fucking hurt her. Fuck I fucked up bad." he groans out, feeling his face get hot and eyes gloss over.

All of their ears perked up when they hear the front door shut, Jack's eyes darting back over to Luke with a scowl as his own face had a fearful look going.

Silence follows as the boys watch Jack drop the supplies in his hands and scurry towards the entryway and open the door.

The door slams shut and Jack comes stomping back.

He points at Luke. "I'm gonna beat your ass." he snaps walking over towards his brother, Cole and Trevor walking towards him and pull him back. Luke stands up.

"What? Why? What happened?"

"She's gone."

Luke's eyes widen, soon rounding the couch and running up the stairs and towards his room.

He slams the door open on turns on the light, frowning when he sees her stuff is still on her side of his bed still in the messy clean form it was in this morning.

He rushes down the stairs. "Her stuff is still here." he says.

Jack is running his hand through his hair while the other is sitting on his hip.

"You better go find her. You better fucking find her, or hope she fucking comes back in one piece. If not, it's your head that will be on a stick by morning."

Luke glares at Jack at his sudden protectiveness over Y/N. "Since when do you get so protective over her? What's your fucking deal?"

"Because that girl is one you shouldn't treat like shit or throw away! She's one that you keep around forever, Luke. That girl is so fucking in love with you and you fucking blew it!" Jack says, his voice raising with every word he says.

Luke freezes.

"Wait, what?"

Jack bites his lip. "Fuck," he hisses. "I wasn't supposed to say that."

"Since when? How long have you known this?" Luke says, his anger now rising.

"No you don't get to fucking be the one who is pissed off! You don't get to act like that!" Quinn buds in.

Luke glares at his older brother. "You knew too? Are you fucking joking? Why-"

"Alright fucking enough! This isn't what we should be fighting about, what we should be doing is figuring out how the fuck Luke is going to fix things with Y/N." Trevor bursts out, making everyone turn over to him in shock.

Trevor throws his hands up in the air. "Yeah I know. Trevor of all people saying you guys need to calm the fuck down, but seriously I'm the only one that is also willing to see that we have a bigger issue to fix right now."

"Luke you need to figure out what you're going to say and do to fix this," Trevor instructs while pointing at him. He then points at the other boys. "You guys can sort your shit out afterwards. Y/N comes first right now."

Luke huffs, knowing he really had to sort his shit out. He royally fucked up badly, and this was the girl he cared about more than anyone else who existed in his life.

Jack was right. She was a forever girl.

He just hoped that she would still be there after all of this.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Y/N arrived home, it was late. WayI late.

She knew it was way late when all of the boys were sleeping, and the lights were all off inside the house. The outdoor porch light glowing a dark orange as she approached the front door.

Sniffles left her lips as she tried to stay as quiet as she could while opening the door, silently closing and locking it behind her.

The girl kicks her shoes off and lines them up at the door with all the other pairs of shoes there, setting her keys on the group key hanger before padding into the kitchen.

She turns on the dimmer lighting, hoping to not let it be too bright to wake any of the boys whom were sleeping on the main floor bedrooms.

When she opened the fridge she saw her leftovers that she was going to eat earlier that night sitting right in the smack-dab front, a note adorning the top of the lid.

Made sure nobody touched it. I hope you're home safely

-Quinn

She sighs before placing the note on the counter, opening up the container and grabbing a fork as she decides to just eat it cold to not worry about waking up anyone in the house.

Y/N brings the bowl over to one of the living room couches and eats in absolute silence, her mind running in circles as it has been all night. She thought maybe going for a drive and then stopping at the beachfront of the lake next to theirs would be a way to somewhat clear her mind a bit.

As she sat there alone with her thoughts once more, she couldn't help but break down into more tears.

Her container falls onto the coffee table as she lets the tears fall freely, putting her head into her hands as she lays herself on her side. Her chest feeling heavy as her heart breaks over again.

She couldn't believe Luke had really said those things. Really thought that about her especially.

Was she really that clingy? That much of a nuisance to Luke? Was she just causing more harm than good to him right now? Should she just leave the lakehouse in the morning was the real question.

She didn't know what to do.

Tears kept falling freely as she lay there on the couch, curled into a ball, rubbing her arms up and down.

Her eyes suddenly started to feel heavier, her sobs turning into soft hiccups, tears drying on her face that was red, splotchy and puffy. She let her eyes slowly close, her mind trying to be silenced by sleep.

Which slowly does take over.

Y/N soon is fast asleep on the couch, no blanket or pillow covering her as she was too caught up in her mind to notice.

Little did she realize that her container falling onto the table caused a loud enough noise for the oldest Hughes brother to stun awake and head out to the kitchen to see what was happening.

He squints around, then does s double take when he sees a small form curled up on the couch while little hiccups left their mouth. He walks over, his heart clenching as he sees Y/N shaking from crying so much while being fast asleep.

He grabs her bowl and puts the rest back into the fridge for her tomorrow, then walking back over to the girl and picking her up slowly to not disturb the much needed slumber she needs.

Quinn looks down at her, seeing how torn her face looked even in her sleep. If thoughts could kill in that moment, he was sure Luke would be dead in an instant.

Once he is back into his room, he quietly shuts the door and brings her over to lay in his bed. He sets her down softly and cover her up with his comforter, kissing her head softly. "I'm so sorry he did this to you." he whispers out, knowing she couldn't hear him.

He sighs before standing up and walking over to his side of the bed and getting in. Once his light is turned off he is laying on his side and keeps his distance from Y/N so she has her space, before he himself slowly falls back into a deep slumber.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Her car is here so she had to come back. There is no way she would just disappear." Luke says as he paces around. "She didn't come sleep in my room last night."

"Well I wouldn't blame her is she decided to sleep somewhere else too. I wouldn't want to be near you either after being told all of that." Duke says, earning a look from Luke. His friend put his hands up in defense.

Jack, Cole and Trevor were all out that morning picking up some of Y/N favorites in opes that they could try to make her feel a bit better, while Luke was conjuring up what he was going to do and say to Y/N to at least get on a path towards fixing things between them both.

"Where would she have gone? She hates sleeping in other beds. She says they're not as comfortable, and I'm the only one in the house that has a fan. Because she can't sleep without one." Luke bombards, biting his nails.

"Well I think after how much she cried out last night, her body will be out for quite some time with no fan or your bed needed." Quinn's voice perks up, the boys waltzing into the kitchen with a yawn.

Luke stops pacing and looks at Quinn.

"What do you mean? Where is she? Is she safe?"

Quinn shushes his brother with a look and a hand motion to shut him up.

"Yes she is fine. She's asleep in my room-"

"What the fuck-"

"No don't start that shit. She wouldn't be in there in the first place if you didn't act like a bitch and go off on her like you did last night." Quinn chirps before Luke can say another word. "So yeah she is sleeping in my room. I woke up because I heard her come home, she passed out from crying so much on the couch, so I carried her to sleep in my room. You need to get over yourself if you're going to even have a chance at fixing the mess you made." Quinn admits.

Luke knows he is right. Quinn might've been the more quiet and reserved one out of the three brothers, but when he was mad or driven about something, people listened because he wasn't bullshitting in any way.

Luke decided to keep his mouth shut and put his good hand on his hip.

"So what do I do? Where do I start?" he asks, and Quinn shuts the fridge to turn to his brother.

"You need to apologize. Really apologize, hear her out, and be fucking honest." Quinn instructs. "You want a chance at being with the one girl I know you're just as obsessed with as she is with you, then you need to lay every fucking thing out. Don't bullshit any of it, Luke." Quinn explains, letting his little brother take in his words.

"But for now, you need to let her sleep. She looked so exhausted. Let her sleep and take her time. Don't immediately jump her throat when she so much as walks out here." He finishes before disappearing from the kitchen to go outside.

Duke looks at Luke and nods. "I think he's right. He said it better than I could've."

So that's what Luke did.

He left to go golfing with the boys. He left to go out on the boat. He left to go into town for lunch. He gave her space. He didn't want to do what Quinn said would make her feel pressured. He kept his distance.

Throughout that day, he slowly started to realize just how much her presence was meant for their group. Meant for him. He never realized how important she became for him especially with all of his post surgery things. She did keep him in check for good reasons.

He was stressed out every time he forgot to take his meds. Or when he forgot to do his PT exercises. Or when he especially forgot to switch out his ice packs.

She really did make it an easier process for him. Every single thing she was doing wasn't to be a pain in his ass or cling onto him, it was to make it easier on him.

He groans at the thought, knowing he really wished he could've just shut his trap the night before, but of course his pain and soreness and helplessness made him lash out on the one person who made this whole thing so much simpler for him.

The boys all sat around the fire pit later that night, music playing softly while they all sat amongst one another and talked. The sun was nearly gone, crickets and frogs being heard around the lake as well as a few loons.

The talking simmered when the group heard the sliding door slowly opening, they all snapped their heads over to see the familiar girl's face appear.

She looked like she was fresh out of the shower, her hair damp and face free of makeup as she shut the door behind her.

She was wearing a pair of gray sweats and a UMich Hockey sweatshirt, one that looked like it might've been Luke's that she took a while ago.

Her hands were hiding in the big sleeves of the sweater as she walked down to join them, some of the boys letting frowns form on their faces as they see her face still puffy from the night before.

They all snap out of their frowns when her eyes rise up to look at them with the fakest smile Luke had ever seen on her.

"There's my favorite girl." Jack is the first to speak up warmly, wrapping her up in his arms as she went and sat down. All the other boys warmly greeted and cheered when she sat down, Y/N smiling at them as she took a deep breath.

"I made you one," Trevor says as he hands her one of his famous s'mores. She looks over at him.

"How'd you know?" she asks, and he shrugs with a wink.

"I told you, I've got that twin telepathy." Trevor jokes in a cocky tone, earning an amused look from the girl before she thanks him and blows him a kiss.

"See? Y'all see that? I got a kiss before you guys!" he sings out, making all the guys groan and swat at him as he does a funny little dance.

"I take it back." Y/N says, earning an awestruck Trevor.

"No take-backsies!" he pouts before going to sit back in his spot.

Her eyes never met Luke's, the boy silently begging for her to look at him just once. She never did.

The group all kept on their conversations, trying to distract from the obvious tension going on as they all didn't want to make Y/N anymore uncomfy than she probably felt.

Luke tried hard not to get jealous or annoyed at Jack or Trevor when they would be close to Y/N, as he knew they were only doing it to make her smile and feel better. He just couldn't help but feel that way as he wished it was him making her that way.

But he was the reason she wasn't smiling. Why her face was puffy. So he deserved that at payback. He deserved way worse to be honest.

As the night began to near its end, each boys lowly trailed their ways inside, Y/N and Luke being the last two to be sitting near the fire. Y/N wanted to enjoy the night, as bonfires were something that made her feel anchored and helped her decompress.

Luke kept his distance, only staying on the left side of her across the fire. His eyes hadn't really left her figure the entire night.

At that moment he decided he couldn't wait any longer. The suspense was killing him slowly. So he cleared his throat, watching as she didn't move a muscle.

"Um," he squeaks out. "You-you can take my bed tonight. If you want. I-I know you usually can't sleep without a fan, a-and that you prefer my bed because it helps elevate your back." he stutters out quietly.

Y/N keeps her gaze on the fire, and just nods. Luke feels his chest tighten.

He clears his throat once again.

"I-I um," he starts once more. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry-"

Y/N stands up before he can finish, soon walking away from the fire.

He watches her walk away in silence, watching as she disappears back inside the house. Luke lets out a shaky sigh, before standing up himself and using the pot of water next to the pit to put out the fire before soon making his way back up to the house himself.

When he reaches his room, he prays that she took his offer, the boy wanting to use the excuse of grabbing pajamas in case she was in there.

His bed was empty.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day came by quicker than expected, and Luke was feeling at a loss.

Y/N had been ignoring him all day.

He had gotten up before the sun, went and picked up her favorite flowers, coffee and protein iced tea she loves, as well as her favorite bagel spot. He had even drove across town to get her the coffee grounds from a cafe that donates used coffee grounds to use for gardening, as he knows she loves using them when she does her planting at the lakehouse for Ellen and herself.

When she had come down that morning to get herself some breakfast, her face had contorted into all kinds of reactions.

Shock, awe, happiness, confusion, sadness and then nothing. It turned into nothing when she saw Luke creep in and giving her a look of hope.

She didn't acknowledge him once, but he knew he had gotten to her as she did indulge in the breakfast, coffee and iced tea he got her.

That was when Luke knew he had a chance to get her back.

Until the rest of the day had gone on.

She so much as did not look his way, acknowledge anything that had to do with him. She acted as if he didn't exist. Luke didn't know what to do. He couldn't talk to her as she wouldn't even try and be near him.

She either stuck to Jack or Cole's side for the day.

The evening was far from over too, and Luke was just ready to go to bed in that moment.

Especially now.

They were currently out at one of the dive bar clubs in the area, the music was loud and the place was packed.

Which also meant that Y/N was drunker than a sailor on a pirate ship.

She had been dancing and singing loudly to any and all of the songs, having any of the boys come dance with her as time went on. Luke stayed in his spot at the bar by Quinn, who looked very amused by her actions as she was spun around by Trevor.

"Have you gotten to talk to her yet?" Quinn says over the loud music.

Luke shook his head with a pout. "She's acting as if I don't exist."

Quinn uses his lips. "Do you blame her? You broke her heart. Especially after you said you'd never do that."

Luke huffs. "Yeah I know."

"Keep trying. That's all I'll say. You still have a shot. I know deep down she wants you to keep fighting."

"I'm trying. But she makes it so hard."

"She's worth it though?" Quinn trails off, and Luke thinks for a second. He then nods.

"Yeah. Yeah she is."

Trevor then runs up to them, drunkenly stumbling around as he reaches them. "Y/N disappeared outside. I think she's throwing up. I would go get her, but I'm not too far behind her." he says before disappearing back into the crowd.

Luke looks over at Quinn before he makes his way outside, eyes scanning for the familiar figure and spots her over at the corner by the bushes and hunched over.

He scurries over to her, using his good arm to caress her back as she throws up. He then takes her hair as best as he can with the one hand, and holds it back.

When she finishes dry heaving she turns and does a double take when she sees it's Luke.

She stumbles a little as she tries to push him away. "No, I don't want you." she slurs, dry heaving once more.

"Y/N stop focus on getting this out of your system right now. Quinn is coming with water." he says, and she shakes her head trying to get away from his grasp.

She forget that he still has a hold on her hair, and he gently pulls on it to keep her in her place. "You can hate me the most tomorrow, but I'm not letting you pass out after dry heaving for ten minutes. So it's me or the concrete."

"I choose the concrete."

"Y/N"

She drunkenly giggles at her comment, only to be stopped as she starts throwing up again. Luke keeps her hair back, his eyes looking back to see Quinn coming up with the bottled water.

He hands it to his younger brother. "I'm going to grab the boys and the car. I'll be back." he says before jogging back inside.

Once Y/N finishes her second round, she tries to stand straight but wobbles in the process. Luke is quick to catch her, only almost failing as his sling holds his bad arm back from fully being able to stabilize her.

He makes a dumb decision, but in that moment he was more focused on her.

He takes off his sling and lets it fall to the ground, Y/N watching the action and pout when she sees his sling fall to the ground. She points at it. "Your sling. You shouldn't be taking that off." she slurs out with a hiccup.

He shakes his head. "Not my concern right now, I'm more focused on keeping you upright. I don't need you passing out on me again." he tries to lighten the mood, only getting a scowl from her.

"Okay tough crowd." he mumbles, looking behind them to see any sign of Quinn.

"I'm serious-" she hiccups "put it back on. You can't have that off." she hiccups again as she bends down to try and get it.

"Y/N dammit leave it. I'll deal with my dumb decisions tomorrow."

"Like you other decision you made two days ago?"

His heart sinks at her words, seeing her eyes become big as she looks up at him. "Y/N look," he starts. "I'd love to have this conversation, and tell you how much I regret saying those things to you, but I want you sober for that. I'm not going to take advantage when you are probably seeing two of me."

"Hey! How'd you know that? Do you have my vision or something?" she whines, and he rolls his eyes trying to not laugh at her.

Before he knows it, Quinn is pulling around the corner to meet them. Luke brings her up to his car when he parks it, Quinn rushing up to grab her and he frowns at Luke as he looks down at his empty shoulder.

"Dude what are you doing? Put that back on!"

"I will, chill alright? I was more focused on trying to make sure she didn't fall face first onto the pavement." he says as he goes to grab the sling and carefully put it back on, trying to ignore the burning pain going up and down his collarbone.

It was a quiet ride home, as most of the drunk ones were already sleeping, the others just tired from the day they've had.

Once they were pulled into the driveway, Quinn hops out and goes to grab Y/N while Jack and Cole who are both not super drunk but are definitely past being buzzed, grab Trevor.

"Put her in my bed. I'm sleeping on the couch." Luke says to Quinn when they get inside. Instead of arguing, he nods and brings her up the stairs.

Luke follows behind, needing to go and grab some pajamas and his painkillers for the night. Once Quinn has set her in bed, Luke goes to turn on the fan for her watching as she snuggles closer into his sheets.

"She loves you still, you know." Quinn says softly, making Luke turn towards his eldest brother.

Luke gives him a pursed smile and nods, getting the same action back from Quinn before he leaves.

The blond boy slowly, and painfully, changes into a pair of sweats before going over to his bed to grab his pillow only to freeze when he sees Y/N's eyes looking up at him.

"You okay?" he asks.

"You hate when I ask you that, so don't ask me that." she snaps, her words still slurring.

He nods slowly. "I deserve that."

"You deserve a lot worse."

"Yes I do."

She stares at him, her eyes squinting at him as she watches him slowly try to take off his sling for bed. She doesn't miss the way his face winces at the pain he is definitely feeling after what he did.

"Where are you going?" she asks as she watches him head for his door. He points at it. "Downstairs. I'm going to go and sleep downstairs. Give you your space."

"Stay." she says, making him frown.

"Please." she slurs out softly, watching him fight with his mind. She watches as he slowly walks back over and cautiously gets into his side of the bed just incase she changes her mind.

"Just keep your distance." she says quickly and he nods.

"I know."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning Luke was hurting like a bitch.

He tried his best to not wince and hiss when he woke up, not wanting to awaken the girl next to him.

When he finally got out of bed and down he stairs, he saw Quinn and Jack both in the kitchen talking. Jack was sitting on one of the barstools while Quinn was putting together breakfast.

They both looked over when they heard him coming in, seeing him hold his sling out signaling he needed help putting it on.

"That was a dumb move you made." Quinn says, and Luke rolls his eyes.

"Yeah well I was more concerned for her than I was about my arm. I'll live." he shoots back, thanking Jack as he finishes adjusting it for Luke.

"What happened?" Jack asks.

"Y/N was at her throwing up point where she can't end to pass out from dry heaving too much," Luke says before pouring himself a cup of coffee. "So I took my sling off and kept her upright instead of letting her faceplate straight into the concrete."

Jack hums. "You're a dumbass," he starts. Luke chuckles dryly as he goes to sit down next to Jack. "But proud of you." he says before taking a bite of his waffles and standing up, patting the boy on his back.

"I'm off. I'm meeting Sammy for a farmer's market run this morning. So I'll be back around one." he says, putting his place in the sink and then heading towards the front door.

Quinn nods. "I'll be leaving shortly too. Trev and Cole are still sleeping. I think Duker and I are gonna go take up some ice time for a bit." he says, and Luke nods.

Y/N soon comes strolling in, still in her dress from the night before and her hair in a bun as she is squinting her eyes.

She goes to grab a cup of coffee, Quinn handing her a plate of food as she stand over by him at the island. "How you feeling champ?" he giggles, and she huffs.

"Not great. But not dying. I more so just have a headache right now. I think I got most of it out of my system last night." she explains with a dry laugh, taking a sip of her coffee.

Quinn laughs, before finishing up his breakfast. He goes over and kisses her head. "Don't kill him today, yeah?" is all he says, making her give him a look before he disappears.

Y/N just stands there, tracing the ring around her cup with her finger as they sat in silence.

Luke was the first to speak.

"There's um," he clears his throat. "There's some liquid IV in the cabinet. It's the berry one." he says, pointing to the cupboard.

She stands there quietly, taking a sip of her coffee and nodding.

Luke sighs. "Can I say more? Or are you going to leave before I can finish?" he asks genuinely.

"I'm debating." she answers back, not meeting his eyes as he keeps his own her figure.

"Well I'l just talk, and if you've had enough then you can walk away. Yeah?"

She says nothing, which then has him proceed.

"I fucked up," he sighs. "I really fucked up. I know that. I honestly wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to talk to me again."

"Again. Debating."

"And that's okay," he says, not wanting to say how much it would hurt him if she chose that. "I really should not make any excuses for what I said. I've just been in so much pain, and at such a breaking point with all of this. I took it out on you when I should not be doing that."

She takes a sip of her coffee, soon taking a bit of her food. He takes that as a sign that she isn't ready to leave just yet.

"I didn't realize how much you were doing until you weren't there. You know what I also realized?"

For the first time, she looks at him.

"I realized all you were trying to do was make this whole healing process easier on me. Not pester me. Or overwhelm me. Or annoy me. It was simply to make sure I was on the right path towards a faster paced healing process to get back on my feet."

"That's all I was trying to do, and have been trying to do Luke. Because I know how you get. You proved my point when you blew up at me like that." she answers in a monotoned voice. Luke nods.

"I know that now. And I'm so grateful for that and for you. Especially after having that realization," he says. "I hated hearing how you haven't slept, and how you have put me first. If anything don't do that again. For my sake. As much as I love you for that, I need you do make sure Y/N is healthy first."

Y/N ears perk up, and she looks at him with a frown. "What did you just say?" she says softly.

Luke furrows his brows. "I need you to put yourself first. Your health."

"You said you love me."

Luke's eyes widen, and his heart freezes. He did not even realize he let that come out.

He clears his throat and he feels his ears heat up, seeing her face change slightly. "I um," he squeaks. "Yeah. Yeah I do love you. I think I always have, but after realizing all of this I think it made me realize I loved you more." he admits, his voice shaky as he looks at her.

"Luke."

"I'm serious, Y/N." he says. "I know you hate love bombing, but honestly that slipped out. And I am just going to own it because it's nothing but the damn truth."

Y/N just stands there in disbelief. Luke continues. "I want you to know that I truly and deeply am sorry for saying all of those things. You're not clingy. You're not annoying or a burden or any sort of negative impact on my life." he says, slowly getting closer to her. "If anything I do need you. And I want you as mine and mine only. I don't want any of those stupid guys from last summer to be the type of dates you have this year. I want us to figure our shit out, and I want to give you the proper dates you deserve."

Y/N looks up at Luke. "You've got a lot of making up to do, Hughes. A lot."

Luke takes a deep breath. "I know. I know I do."

"You broke my heart."

"I know."

"You called me things."

"I did, and I'm sorry for that."

"Yet I love you too."

His eyes could've popped out of his head. "W-What?" he cracks out, and she give him a small smile.

Before he knew what was happening, she flicks his forehead hard and then smacks his cheek. "Ouch, hey!" he says in awe, and she points at him.

"You deserve that," she says. "But I got those out of the way so I could finish with this."

She lightly grabs his jaw and places a chaste kiss on his lips. He groans when she pulls away far too short for his liking.

"No. No more. Because you have a lot of shit to fix first."

"Roger that."

"I love you."

"I love you too, and I will spend the rest of my life proving it."

[swtnjk]

moments with dealer bf iwaizumi

you sit crisscross on his bed in one of his hoodies that cover your whole top half, looking at the pre-rolled joint in between his fingers.

“i don’t know if i’ll like it,” you say, brows furrowed. he smiles softly, “you said the same thing about matcha and now you drink it like it’s your life force.”

“that was different. that didn’t make me see sound.”

he chuckles, low and fond, lighting the joint and holding it out for you. “just one hit. you don’t have to do anything else after that.”

you take it, and with the most dramatic inhale, immediately start coughing. iwaizumi pats your back, trying not to laugh while also looking mildly horrified.

“why does it taste like lawn clippings and sadness?” you croak.

“because it’s the good stuff,” he says, proud. “now give it a sec.”

ten minutes later, you’re flat on your back on the rug, feet on his chest, staring at the ceiling like it personally insulted your family. “hey, hajime?”

“yeah?” “do you think ducks have dreams?”

he blinks at you, “what?”

“like… what if a duck dreams of being a chef? but they can’t tell anyone, because duck society isn’t ready for that.”

he just stares. you giggle, flipping onto your stomach. “also. your hands are so… handy.”

he squints, “are you flirting with me?”

you crawl over and plant yourself in his lap like it’s your natural habitat. “maybe. your eyebrows are like, aggressively attractive. it’s annoying.”

“okay,” he says, laughing, arms wrapping around you. “you’re officially cut off.” you gasp dramatically. “are you gonna arrest me, officer iwaizumi?”

he sighs, kissing your temple. “never again. you’re a menace.”

it’s 2:17 AM when you feel the mattress shift. you groggily blink awake, face mushed against your pillow, and all you can make out in the darkness is a very warm, very heavy body flopping half-on top of you.

“…hajime?” you mumble, voice soft. he groans like he’s melting into the mattress. “baaaabyyy.”

you rub your eyes, “are you high?”

“mhm. very.”

you roll onto your back, and suddenly he’s got his face buried in your chest. his arms are wrapped around you like a koala. tight and not letting go.

you try to wiggle. you can’t.

“hajime,” you whisper, laughing a little. “you’re squishing me.”

“don’t care, “ his voice muffled. “need to feel you. like… all of you.” you blink, “i’m right here.”

“nooo, but like… feel you. your arms. your tummy. your soul. i missed your soul.”

you smile, brushing his messy hair out of his face. “you were gone for like six hours.”

“longest six hours of my life.”

you hum, still half-asleep, but you run your fingers through his hair anyway. he sighs, “you smell so good. like vanilla… and dreams.”

you giggle, “you’re ridiculous.”

“you’re soft,” he mutters. “and warm. and pretty. and i love you. and i might cry if you stop holding me.”

“okay, okay,” you say, wrapping your arms around him, kissing the side of his head. “no one’s going anywhere.” he lets out a long, whiny breath like he’s been holding it for years. “God, you’re my entire existence.”

then dead silence. he hiccups, “… did i say that out loud?”

the cafe is busy, the summer heat making the windows fog slightly from the steam of espresso and fresh bread.

you’re halfway through your shift, apron tied tight at your waist, hair up, cheeks a little flushed but you spot him through the front window, parked across the street.

or course he’s here. again.

you throw a quick sandwich together. his favorite, the #4. and sneak out the back door, dodging your manager’s eagle eyes. he’s reclined in the driver’s seat, eyes closed, music low, one arm up on the wheel.

you knock on the window with the sandwich. he immediately perks up. opens the door. smirks. “you sneaking me food again, baby?”

you hand it over, “gotta keep your muscles fed or you’ll get all scrawny.”

“mean,” he mutters, taking a bite anyway. “mmm. you make sandwiches better than anyone on earth.” you smile and lean in, hands on the door. “alright, baby, love you! i gotta get back in—”

but he grabs your wrist, tugging you closer, and suddenly you’re halfway in the car as he kisses you. it’s slow and warm and just a little possessive. hands sliding to your waist as he leans in further.

then he bites your bottom lip softly.

you gasp-laugh, swatting at his chest. “stop! i love you!” he grins, eyes dropping to your uniform. “i love you more, beautiful.”

you try to pull away. bad idea. his hand sneaks down and smack! right on your ass.

“HAJIME,” you yelp, your face warm.

he just raises an eyebrow. “what? it’s my break too.”

[ldydeath]

Happy | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong surprises you with a trip to Universal’s new Epic Universe.  Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Fluff Author’s Note: I’ve been getting targeted ads for Epic Universe for a minute now and decided to write about it. This is just a silly little fluffy fic, enjoy!

Jiyong had had it planned for months. Tour dates were carefully put in place so that he could surprise you in Miami with a trip to Orlando. You’d been talking to him for months about how much you missed Universal and how badly you wanted to go to Epic Universe when it opened. Jiyong had taken you to Japan’s Universal Studios a couple years ago but you’d claimed Orlando was the best. 

Not one to disappoint, he fully planned to take you there. He knew how much you missed the States ever since you’d moved to Korea full time which was why he’d made sure to leave room for extra stops during the North America leg of his Übermensch tour. 

“Why do we have to pack so quickly? We don’t have to be in Chicago for another week.” You whined as you threw your swimsuit into your suitcase. The last of the Miami shows had just ended and you’d fully planned on being a beach bum in the morning. 

“Because.” Jiyong smirked, coming up behind you, “We have a date with another dragon tomorrow.” He pulled out the Universal tickets and you squealed as you turned around, pulling him into a tight embrace. 

“Oh, I love you so much!” Jiyong laughed as he held you close, this was the exact reaction he’d been hoping for.  

“I love you too.” He eyed the suitcase, his lips pursing together. “Better than the beach, then?” 

“Much!”  He smirked, kissing the top of your head before letting you go. 

“Hurry it up then, we have to be at the airport in thirty.” 

“Jiyong!” 

You zoomed around the hotel room like a tornado getting all of your stuff neatly packed away. Your bags zipped and ready to go just as Jaeho knocked on the door. Jiyong opened the door, handing your bags to Jaeho before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the hotel. 

Traveling with Jiyong was always an experience, never having to sit around and wait to check in or go through security with the priority boarding you both had meant that you could just waltz right on into the airport and go to your own check in and security entrance. First class was always filled with you two and the crew which made flying a little more private. The forty minute flight was over before you even knew it. 

Jiyong hadn’t given much away about the trip, but when the car pulled up to the new park you about  jumped out of your seat. You figured Epic Universe would be the last stop, not the park you’d be staying in. 

The next morning came quick, something you were thankful for despite the lack of sleep. Jiyong had managed to wake before you and was sipping an americano in bed when you woke up. 

“Morning sleepy head.” 

“Hi.” You sat up in the bed, blinking a few times. “What time is it?”

“Six. But we have early admission and need to be at the park at 8, so up.” Jiyong sat his mug down and walked over to you, pulling you out of bed.

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The Florida heat was already in full effect at 8 AM when you arrived at the park entrance. You fanned yourself as you took in the sites of all the different ports to the different park entrances. You wished you could be in five places at once and your hand squeezed Jiyong’s as you tried to contain your excitement. It was surreal being in such a heavily populated area with him. Usually park visits were reserved for evenings or when you were alone but in the States Jiyong wasn’t as well known. 

He was dressed down today in a simple Harry Potter inspired tee - representing his house colors and a snapback covering his head that he wore low over his face. No flashy jewels, no scarves, nothing that screamed G-Dragon when looking at him. His fans would more than likely assume it was him, which is why your ever trusty security detail was standing nearby. 

“So, Dragons first?” Jiyong smirked, turning his head to look at you.

“Obviously.” 

The Isle of Burke was everything you’d imagined it to be, definitely lived up to the early viewing videos you’d watched. Jiyong watched you, a smile prominent on his face as you tried to hold in your excitement. This was worth it to him. He’d do anything to keep that smile on your face forever if he could. 

“Toothless is out. We should go meet him.” Jiyong chuckled at your excitement  and led the way to the waiting queue. 

It was almost weird for Jiyong to be waiting in a line full of people. He couldn’t remember a time in his life he’d done something so normal. Even if people weren’t allowed to get super close, he was still here in a crowd doing a normal activity with you. He could get used to days like this.  

“Hi Toothless!” You grinned as you stood next to the animatronic dragon. “This is G-Dragon!” You pointed to Jiyong who blushed. 

“You’re a dragon?” The actor standing next to Toothless looked over at Jiyong and you both laughed. 

“Not just a Dragon. The G-Dragon. The leader of them all.” You gushed. Jiyong's face flushing as he attempted to hide in his hands. 

“Wow. Look Toothless, he’s one of you.” The animatronic moved and Jiyong shook his head. 

“Can we get a picture with Toothless?” The actor nodded.

The two of you huddled around the animatronic, Jiyong’s hand resting on Toothless, his other arm wrapped tightly around you as the photo was snapped. The photo would go on to stand front and center on your mantel for years to come. 

“So if I’m the leader of the dragons, what does that make you?” Jiyong teased as you walked ahead.

“A dragon rider, obviously.” You shrugged, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. 

“Oh?” He raised a brow. “You up for a ride then?” 

“Maybe later.” You teased as you moved just out of his reach. 

“Hey!” He laughed, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to him. 

Your eyes locked for a second as your body collided with him and Jiyong leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss. It was surreal, being in such a public setting kissing your boyfriend like this. You two had gotten used to being respectful in public, keeping your distance, maybe having a hand hold here and there but definitely no kissing in public. No day time theme park trips back home either. Here though, where it was already so crowded and everyone was excited to just get to their next destination you could just be yourselves and blend into the crowd. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen Jiyong just simply be himself, or wait in a line. He’d had that goofy grin on his face since he’d surprised you with the tickets and you would do anything to keep that smile on his face. You pulled back from the kiss, your forehead resting against his for a second, matching smiles on both of your faces. 

“Come on, we’ve got rides to ride.” You murmured.

“I’ve got a ride you can ride.” He teased.

“Jiyong!” You swatted at his chest before pulling back from him, his hand finding yours as you led him through the park. 

The day was spent with rides, character meet up’s, and so much food you were convinced Jiyong would have to roll you out of the park at the end of the day. You made it back to your presidential suite and plopped down on the bed. Bags of merchandise following you as you landed softly on the plush pillows. 

Jiyong watched as you flipped through photos, helping you pick out the best ones to post to both your public and private insta accounts. Once you were both happy with your choices, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his side. 

“Thank you for today.” You grinned. “It was perfect.” 

“I should be thanking you. I can’t remember the last time I did something so normal. I didn’t feel like G-Dragon today. It was nice.” 

“Maybe we should make this an annual thing. Come to Universal, act like kids.” You paused, your eyes wandering up to meet his. “Bring ours here one day.”

“I’d love that.” His arms tightened around you and he leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

You spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each others arms, movies forgotten in the background as you planned the next days activities. You also did some research on the other park hotels and decided that if he could surprise you with Universal tickets you could afford a Disney day while  you were here. The man owned too many Mickey shirts to not make an appearance at that park. 

The smile on his face while he booked the tickets made it all the more worth it. You’d been worried when he finally announced his comeback and finalized his tour. Remembering how lost in himself he’d gotten all those years ago, but this was a different Jiyong. You couldn’t be more proud of him. You knew you’d spend the rest of your life trying to keep him this happy, and in return he’d do the same for you.

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[snovyda]

"I would love to take all the credit for [the development of Benji Dunn's character], but that's really... every character that you see in this movie is just really an extension of the actor playing them. And it's just, [Simon] give[s] so much, [he] bring[s] so much. I wasn't kidding [when I said that Simon was the king of] the last minute monologue, and it's amazing... There were days when I was like, 'Uh, I have to explain so much of this stuff so quickly... Simon will do it. Simon will take it'. But what's really important about these movies, because it's all exposition, it's all explaining what the next thing is going to be... The way [Simon] manage[s] to make it emotional, and the way [he] manage[s] to always imbue everything with emotion. And [he's] very underrated as an extraordinary dramatic actor. And one of the things I love particularly about this movie is the dramatic sequences that [Simon] ha[s]. It really is something to watch, Simon in this movie. It's very moving to watch it."

- Christopher McQuarrie about Simon Pegg's performance as Benji Dunn (originally the speech was directed at Simon, the changed in square brackets are made for clarity)

[technofeudalism]

yeah great question actually. everyone read the article, saw that the homeowner shot the kid while he was fleeing and in the 2 days since i posted this, the narrative is now that even though the official court documents say they were doing a ding dong ditch and even though no official source has confirmed this, a neighbor's surveillance footage reportedly shows that they might have actually been banging on the door and running away as opposed to ringing the doorbell and running away.

and this actually explicitly clears the homeowner of killing someone, apparently.

once again. just to be clear. as someone who lives in an american city with some of the worst gun violence and crime rates in the country, i have had someone bang on my door between midnight and 4 am multiple times. as a responsible gun owner who is going to do everything in my power to avoid shooting and kill someone, i still reiterate the fact that opening your front door and firing multiple shots at someone in a matter of minutes without making any attempt at assessing the situation or whether or not this is someone making an active attempt to harm me or enter my home is a recipe for a murder charge. you cannot wantonly gun down someone who isn't even inside your house. yet anyone suggesting that banging on someone's door at 3 am is an incredibly stupid, idiotic, immature and ridiculous thing to do but that it doesn't warrant execution is ridiculed.

my point stands. the threshold for murdering someone for an american is incredibly low. whether it's guns that enable that or the uniquely depraved society we've managed to cultivate, it doesn't really matter. even the suspicion that someone might have been committed a crime in this country is now used as justification for the most extreme and violent response. does no one remember Daniel Penny murdering Jordan Neely just months ago? Kyle Rittenhouse? do we seriously think that america doesn't have a genuine problem with being numb to bloodshed? what about the 400+ school shootings since Columbine that have only accelerated that no one is even remotely interested in fixing and hasn't been in 25+ years?

and by the way, all of this is domestic. we're not even talking about foreign affairs and how americans view people dying overseas. that's an entirely separate post. i genuinely don't understand how you can look at people saying this stuff and not see it as a quintessentially american way of viewing the world.

americans are the most bloodthirsty, rabid, sick, depraved, disgusting, murderous, cancerous tumor on the planet. an 18 year old kid was murdered for ringing a doorbell and nearly every comment is like this. anyone pointing out you shouldn’t murder someone for ringing your doorbell regardless of the time of day are being shut down and called stupid. i hate this fucking timeline. everyone has turned into a fucking miserable monster who doesn’t even flinch at death.

[writingdevil]

Smitten x hunted? I think they would be really interesting because smitten is so focused on “frivolous” things like romance while hunted is so focused on survival.

(THEY'D BE SO CUTE!! I've seen some spousemouse stuff and it's always adorable, and I agree that they'd both be focused on completely different things, but I also think they'd be good for each other, so enjoy!)

(Warning-One mention of animal death and blood)

Hunted was in a bit of a predicament, one that couldn't be solved by simply running away.

At first, he considered the sudden burst of nerves and fluttering feelings he would get throughout the day, as a sign of danger afoot.

But Hunted was vigilant in his search for threats, and when none presented itself, it only made him more worried.

He wasn't sure what the problem was, until he started to notice when he would get these feelings-and only one person made Hunted feel this way.

Smitten.

Everytime Smitten approached him, Hunted would feel his face flush at the poetic words flowing out of Smitten's mouth, or have his feathers puff up whenever Smitten touched him in any way. But the most damning thing of all-was the amount of time that Smitten remained in Hunted's daydreams, and when the daydreams turned to kissing, Hunted knew exactly what was going on.

The problem was acting on it.

Hunted's never been in love before, and all his usually correct instincts were telling him to run far, far away from Smitten, which was the last thing he wanted.

Hunted spent a good week agonising over his internal fight between his heart and head-until he came to a realisation.

All of this overthinking was pointless if Smitten didn't reciprocate his feelings.

That got Hunted seeing straight again.

It all became so clear to him. Hunted just had to see if Smitten felt the same way. That way, if he didn't, Hunted could go back to trusting his instincts without any issues at all.

He just had to court Smitten properly.

Even though this was a first for Hunted, he felt pretty certain in his skills to court Smitten and let him see how Hunted truly felt about him.

There were many ways that Hunted could go about this, but he decided to go with the most sensible courting ritual.

-

He heard Smitten's humming before he was anywhere near his bedroom, so Hunted had time to take a look back and view his handiwork, before Smitten opened the door, and Hunted whirled around just as Smitten let out a frightened yell.

"Goodness gracious!" Smitten yelled in surprise, clutching a hand to his chest in fright, pressing himself up against his wall.

Hunted waited for Smitten to calm down, keeping his posture relaxed despite the way his heart hammered in his chest.

"Sorry for scaring you," Hunted said with a duck of his head. "Didn't mean to."

Smitten took a deep breath in, before collecting himself, giving Hunted a beaming smile that made his heart flutter, but he managed to keep his composure.

"It's quite alright, my small friend. I was just startled-no hard feelings here. But-um-" Smitten gave him a curious look, and walked up to him, and Hunted made sure to ignore the pounding of his heart, as Smitten stared down at him with those sparkling eyes of his.

"I must admit, I'm a bit confused as to why you're here. Is there something you need my assistance for?"

Hunted shook his head, stepping aside to let Smitten observe his room. He avoided Smitten's gaze as he explained, "I hope you don't mind, but I cleaned your bedroom for you."

Hunted looked up and inspected his work, just so that he didn't have to see Smitten's reaction.

Smitten's room hadn't exactly been the cleanest, so it was a good excuse as any to clean it up.

The floor was clear, the loose feathers were gone, and everything was exactly to how Smitten would have liked his room. But the real reason that Hunted had gone through with this, was to make space for what he really wanted to do with Smitten's bed-make a nest out of it.

All good mates are able to make secure and comfortable nests for their partners.

Huntrd had taken every blanket that Smitten had owned-and some of Hunted's own-and had created a nest that would make any other avian swoon.

There was a dark blanket acting as a canopy, casting the bed into a nice shade, while mountains of pillows and sheets turned the bed into a formidable fortress of comfort, one that Hunted was itching to have Smitten's scent all over, to complete his work and prove that this nest was adequate enough for someone as amazing as Smitten.

Smitten gasped dramatically, and it sounded like one of his happy ones, but Hunted couldn't be sure. But then Smitten lunged forward and wrapped Hunted into a big hug, one that Hunted tensed up at but didn't fight.

Smitten lifted his feet off the ground as he squeezed him, nuzzling into Hunted as he happily exclaimed, "Oh Hunted, you shouldn't have!"

"Do you like it? Do you like the nest?" Hunted asked, physically unable to relax until he had an answer.

Smitten leaned back just enough to show Hunted the absolute joy in his eyes, and Hunted breath hitched.

"Oh, I'm absolutely in love with it! Thank you so much for this!" Smitten went back to hugging Hunted, but Hunted's brain was stuck on what Smitten said.

He was in love with the nest? He was in love with how Hunted built his safe space? Does that mean that Hunted did good and that Smitten was also in love with-

"I can't wait to share this nest with the others!"

Wait, what?

Smitten released him from his embrace, carefully putting him back on the ground, immediately rushing up to the nest to admire it, cooing at all the little details and ideas that Hunted had cared enough to put in. Although the praise made Hunted want to chirp with glee and snuggle up with Smitten, he was stuck thinking about what Smitten had just said.

Share it with the others? Does that mean he didn't return Hunted's feelings? Nests made by mates or potential partners were usually just shared between them, but if Smitten wanted the others to come into the nest that Hunted worked so hard on, then maybe he didn't have any romantic feelings towards Hunted at all.

Hunted wasn't exactly convinced, though. Especially as Smitten started rambling about having a sleepover in his nest, and Hunted was already one of the first people to be invited. It was just enough to flick away his initial disappointment, and urge him to keep trying in his endeavours of love.

-

Hunted briefly considered bringing gifts of food to Smitten to show that he would be a good provider, and considering that Smitten was the cook of the house, it would line up nicely.

But then Hunted remembered the last time he brought home a fresh kill- a rabbit, clinging between Hunted's jaws with blood all over his face, and he had presented the catch to Smitten triumphantly. But Smitten had only been shocked and a bit disgusted at the surprise, more concerned with cleaning up the blood on Hunted's face, and he kindly asked Hunted to not bring meat home like that anymore.

So he decided on another approach.

He walked right up to Smitten one day, lightly bonking his forehead against Smitten's back, and when Smitten turned around, Hunted had to try extremely hard not to stutter as he sheepishly said, "Your wings need to be preened. Can I-"

"Of course you can, my dear," Smitten immediately said, leaving no room for arguments. He instantly took Hunted by the hand and guided them to the couch in the living room, and Hunted tried his best to remember Smitten's touch in case this whole thing was in vain.

Smitten sat on the couch, back straight and wings spread out, ready to be preened.

Hunted's done this hundreds- no, thousands, of times before, but right now, there was a bundle of nerves in the pit of Hunted's stomach, and he simply didn't have the option of running away. All he could do was ignore it for the time being.

Thankfully Smitten didn't see the way Hunted's hands shook as he started preening Smitten's feathers, taking the time to truly appreciate how well-groomed and soft they looked.

He preened much slower than usual today, wanting to make sure that he didn't miss a single feather, determined to have Smitten looking his best.

Well, Smitten always looked his best, but Hunted didn't want to be the one to soil Smitten's pretty features in any way.

"I always love it when you preen my wings," Smitten softly said, and Hunted froze for a split second at the fondness heard in the other's voice, before forcing himself to keep going, pretending that he wasn't completely flustered right now at this moment.

"I'm glad," Hunted quietly admitted, ducking his head even though Smitten couldn't see him. "I like preening others." He shrugged to himself then. "Not good at words, better at doing things for others."

If Smitten caught on to what he was saying, then maybe this would go easier than Hunted thought.

"Yes, you truly take care of the flock like no other, and we're all blessed to have you in our lives, Hunted."

But then again, he just said he was bad at conveying emotions.

Hunted continued to preen Smitten in relative silence, only swapping a few words here and there. Although Hunted was being pulled in all directions with these feelings, it was still nice to sit down and bask in this moment with Smitten.

Smitten never made Hunted feel anxious or in danger. He always treated Hunted with nothing but gentle respect, looking at him with genuine interest at the things he did, even if the two of them couldn't be farther apart.

Smitten was a divine being that should be adored and cherished-and Hunted was merely the dog that was loyal to him.

Soon enough- too soon-Hunted was finished preening, and he patted Smitten's back to let him know that he was done.

Smitten slowly turned around to face Hunted as he inspected his wings, and the sound of pure giddy joy that left his mouth was enough to have Hunted's face flushing.

"Aw, they look magnificent, my dear," Smitten praised, and Hunted clenched his fists to try and reign in his own excited nerves.

But when Smitten's gaze fell onto him, Hunted couldn't help but get lost in the fondness that Smitten held for him, and there was suddenly only the two of them in the world right now.

"You're always so sweet to us," Smitten murmured, and Hunted felt like he was walking along a dangerous edge as he sheepishly asked, "You think I did a good job? You think I'm good at taking care of you?"

"Of course, sweetheart." Hunted was about to let the pet name go to his head, all his instincts telling him to confess, confess, confess-

"It's truly respectable how sweet you are to the whole flock," Smitten exclaimed, suddenly shooting up to his feet, giving Hunted only the briefest of glowing smiles, before saying, "I should go and show off my freshly preened wings. Take care, Hunted!"

Then he was off, leaving Hunted stunned and confused.

He should let this go. He should accept that Smitten didn't feel the same and move on-but Hunted still had one more courtship ritual to enact.

-

This was the last ritual that Hunted wanted to perform, and everything sensible within him was telling him to run away from this mess, and Hunted was half inclined to agree.

But he needed to know.

He can't go on wondering about what ifs and romance when there was a flock to protect and look after.

He needed to know if Smitten felt the same way or not, if only for peace of mind.

"I'm here, Hunted!" Smitten waved enthusiastically as he ran up to join Hunted on the field, the stars shining down on them. Hunted wanted to do this away from prying eyes, for the sake of his dignity.

As Smitten walked closer, he asked, "What is it that you needed to meet me here for-"

But then Hunted held up a hand, making Smitten stop a few feet away from him. Smitten looked at him in confusion, but Hunted just lowered his head, and spread out his wings.

He flapped them once, stepped forward, flapped them again, spun around, and took a step to the side.

The confusion on Smitten's face was only there for a moment, before it fell into realisation-and he spread his own wings in return.

Hunted's face was on fire.

Still, he forced himself to continue, beginning to walk around them, and Smitten walked in the opposite direction, until they were circling each other, eyes locked and breathing almost in sync.

They flapped, walked, spun. Flapped, walked-Smitten did a quick bow of his head, but when Hunted tried to do the same, he almost tripped on his feet, making Smitten giggle.

This was why Hunted did this one last. He was terrible at dancing.

Still, Smitten didn't seem to mind, only getting more into the dance, it looked like.

They walked closer and closer, until Hunted could feel the intensity of Smitten's eyes, and he felt like he was dancing with an apex predator, one that he would happily let consume him.

Hunted looked down, to find their hands reaching for each other. Their fingers interlinked, and then Smitten pulled him closer.

Hunted let a gasp out, but then the dancing got faster, with Smitten now taking the lead, twisting and spinning Hunted around with a lightness that had his heart pumping and bursting with love.

This was their moment.

No matter whether Smitten reciprocated or not, this would still be theirs.

Smitten spun him around, and then Hunted yelped as he was suddenly dipped, his arms instinctively reaching out to grab at Smitten's shoulders.

Their eyes locked, panting and letting the tension thicken between them.

Then, Smitten's brows furrowed, and he asked, "Have you been trying to court me, Hunted?"

Hunted gulped, but there was nowhere to run now, so he just nodded with a nervous, "Yes."

"The preening, the nest in my room-"

"All to show that I would be a worthy partner," Hunted explained, then he shrugged. "But it didn't look like you got the hint."

Smitten sighed dramatically, holding him closer as he said, "Darling, I thought that was the case, but you behave that way around everyone, so I assumed it meant nothing."

Oh. Now that Hunted thinking about it, he does do that with the others, so he can see where the confusion was coming from.

He shyly looked back up at Smitten. "Sorry-didn't realise. I was trying to show off to you." He felt his face burn hotter as the embarrassment took over him, but Smitten merely pulled him closer to his chest to take him out of it.

"Wait," Hunted said, hope rising in his chest, "if you realised what I was doing, then does that mean-"

Smitten smiled down at him, as if Hunted was the most precious thing in existence.

"Would you like me to say my own declaration of love?"

Hunted nodded, and when Smitten leaned down to softly kiss him, they both got their answer.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Will we get to see any NSFW stuff with Mommy!Hwa?🥺

I totally understand if not but I just know he would go feral while pleasing his Baby😩

➯a/n: yes. yes. YES. OH MY GAWD YEA LFHSKQ I ABOUT COMBUSTED WHEN I SAW SOMEONE ASKED FOR THIS 😭i was so excited that i kept losing my train of thought and had to rant about how mommy hwa is in bed to calm down bahaha

Mess

Baby Series !

❥Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, smut

✫彡wordcount: 4.5k

♫ "It feels good, girl, it feels good to be alone with you." Hozier, To Be Alone♫

♫Baby Playlist♫

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not proof read, ddlg themes (NO age regression), dubcon (because of stockholm syndrome), hwa is a PERVERT, messy and rough sex, cunnilingus, fingering, spit, squirting, overstim, extreme dacryphilia, creampie, big dick hwa, reassurance, unbelievable amount of praise and pet names, embarrassment, accidental piss kink discovery (LMAO DONT LOOK AT MEEEE)

♡ateez masterlist !♡

➯disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy relationship of any kind. ➯disclaimer2: as i've said before it is VERY important to always keep age regression and age play SEPARATE, and ive also said that seonghwa never touches baby while she's in little space MANY times. baby is not "baby mode" when they are being intimate, and i will never write that. baby is ALWAYS going to be in "adult space" (kkkk i can't think of a better word) when sexual things are happening, even if she acts cutesy and stuff

MINORS DO NOT TOUCH MY BLOG

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

"Here you go," Seonghwa whispers as he tosses your shirt to a far off corner of the room; completely forgotten about as he slowly slides his hands up your sides, "let me see my girl."

"Don't be a tease, Mommy," you pant softly, already worked up beyond belief as your eyes flick up and down his naked torso.

You had joined him in going a few hours away from home for a photo shoot — of course you did, it's not like he would ever leave you behind. You watched with his manager, which was probably a mistake considering how hot and bothered it made you. You hadn't felt like slipping into your little space all day long, probably because you were so busy gawking at your 'boyfriend'.

Because it was so far away, there was a hotel room waiting for you when he was done. And he wasn't blind, he saw the way you were looking at him. He knows you like he knows the back of his hand — even better, actually.

So this room is going to get a lot more use than originally expected.

"But you're so cute when you're flustered," he smirks, cupping your chest gently as he leans down and pecks your lips. "Does my pretty baby want to play?"

You nod quickly, fisting the blanket with anticipation bubbling up. Remember your manners, "oh- oh, yes! Yes, please, I want to..."

    You hadn't been intimate together since you had a tantrum and yelled at him, almost a month ago now. That probably partly why you were so needy — if he isn't the one making you cum, it's not happening at all.

He doesn't need more convincing than that. He straddles your hips and cups your face like he doesn't have a second to waste, his kiss is different than it usually is. It's hungry and passionate and soul consuming.

He can't help himself. He doesn't have any restraint when it comes to pleasing you. Anything you want, save for your freedom, is yours the second he can do something about it.

And he won't admit it out loud, but he's just as needy as you are.

His inconvenient hard-ons have been more frequent and frustrating. He's lucky you haven't noticed the way his eyes have been lingering when he helps you change. He's sexually frustrated, sure — but he keeps to his promise and he almost always waits for you to come to him.

No matter how badly he wants you, he wants you to want him more. He needs you to.

     He starts peppering kisses along your skin; traveling lower and giving attention to your chest. As your fingers tangle up in his hair, he's moaning like he's the one having their body worshipped. He steadies himself by grabbing your waist, fingers digging in.

A broken moan bubbles up your throat as he wraps his lips around your nipple, "a-ah! Mommy, I need more..."

Oh, he might explode here and now. You call him that every single day — but not like this. Not with your voice filled with lust. Begging him to touch you.

     That little tremble in the way you call his name is reserved for times like this.

    He takes in a deep breath before he speaks, "tell Mommy what you need." He leans back over your face, hovering with stars in his eyes. Any hint of tiredness from the day is gone. Only passion remains.

"I...w-" Even when you're not in little space, you're so light headed around him. He just has that effect on you, especially after so long.

"C'mon, Baby," he coaxes you gently, giving a single roll of his hips that leaves your jaw dropped with the flood of dopamine that it gives you. "You know I won't judge you, tell me how to make you feel good."

"Please," you look away shyly, like you aren't about to ask something so vulgar. "I need you to make me cum..."

The quickness with which he yanks off your skirt and panties makes you yelp in surprise, but the sound is quickly cut off by a lewd moan as he slips down and gives a slow lick up your slit. All in one fluid movement: he's rid you of the fabric, slid down the bed, and got you on his tongue.

You slap your hand over your mouth as he spreads your thighs, your eyes nearly rolling back at the feeling of his pointed tongue. As he draws a slow circle around your clit, you nearly cum then and there. You've forgotten how skilled he is.

"God, I've missed you," his mumbles are lost on you because next thing you know; he's eating you out like a man starved. Flicking and swirling and lapping and sucking. If your mind could form any semblance of a thought, you might wonder how in the world he's doing all those things at once. And the answer is simple. He was born to please you. At least, that's what he claims.

Your other hand is wrapped in his hair like a lifeline, and the slight stinging with each movement of his head doesn't stop him from licking your clit like a mad man — it only stirs him on.

He's messy as always, slobbering all over your heat without a care in the world.

    He gives one last rough suck before he pulls back a bit, panting as he looks up at you. "Baby-ya," he calls as he slides a hand down your thigh and towards your heat. He locks eyes with you as he purses his lips and lets his spit dribble down onto you.

    "Mommy-ya," you moan back, grinding up into his hand as it brushes against your epicenter. His middle finger slips in, drawing out a loud "oh~!" from you before you can stop it.

He's never practiced so much self restraint in his life. Even just feeling your hot walls around his finger has him twitching. If he wasn't so dedicated to pleasing you first and foremost, he'd already be buried inside of you. But, his Baby comes first.

"That's a good girl," his praise makes you clench around his digit, your head tossing to the side. It feels like it's been so long. Even just his finger feels like it's hitting all of the wonderful spots inside of you as he slowly starts thrusting it. You can barely imagine what it will feel like when he's inside you again —

"Mommy, please," you groan, swirling your hips until he rests his forearm across your pelvis and holds you down to continue his devilishly slow teasing. "More!"

"I know, Baby, you want me to fuck you so bad, huh?" He nips your thigh as he adds another finger. "Mommy has to stretch you out first~"

"Hurryyyy," you pout as you try to arch your back, trying to suck his fingers in deeper, "I need you."

You don't have to tell him twice, that is for sure. The soft way you cry for him to hurry and fuck you has his brain turning into a feral mush.

You let out your loudest moan yet as his fingers, previously going at a leisurely pace, are now diving in and out of you with near reckless abandon. You can't move your hips, still held down by his arm and forced to take the onslaught of pleasure.

You slam both of your hands over your mouth as you slump back.

He doesn't like that one bit. He reaches up and yanks your hands away; and all while still curling his deliciously long fingers, he speaks, "let me hear you. Be as loud as you want, Baby. We can be as loud as we want, you don't have to be shy."

"Ah, I f-forgot," you whine, your eyebrows pressing together as his fingertips graze against something inside of you that makes you gush around his fingers with more messy arousal.

"It's okay, angel," he laces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand as he pushes a third finger inside of you. "You can scream. Let Mommy hear how good you feel."

The stretch and the angle and his voice — "don't stop!"

He wouldn't dare. He's watching every twitch of your brow and every jolt your body makes as he searches for something inside of you. When your jaw drops and your eyes roll back, he knows he's found it. He's on a mission. He needs to make you squirt. He needs to make a mess of you.

"Ohhh," he coos deeply, "right there, Baby?"

"R-right there, Mommy!" You don't care about your volume anymore. His reassurance and the way he's practically assaulting your g-spot while holding your hand makes it impossible to care about anything.

"Riiiiight there~" He smirks as you roll your hips clumsily to push his digits deeper; even when his palm is already hitting your clit with every thrust of his fingers. "That's it, pretty girl," he leans over you and drives his fingers in at a whole new angle; pressing harder against the spot that's making you dizzy, "give me a kiss."

Shakily, and quickly, you toss your arm over his neck and yank him down. Your lips on his like you need him more than you need air: and he returns the passion ten fold, he always will.

Your moans are swallowed up by him as he sends you closer to the edge. Closer and closer and closer and straight over. Your release splashes against his lower stomach, the warmth of it makes him send moans right back to you. Your hand is still held tightly in his and he's starting to lose color in his fingers from how tightly you squeeze them.

He lays on top of you to stop your convulsing, a dark satisfaction settling in his bones as you whimper; forced to take the overstimulation as he curls his fingers. It fills the room with lewd squelches that make his neglected member twitch.

A string of saliva keeps you connected as he finally moves away from your lips. He watches it closely as it snaps, falling onto your chin. And you don't even notice it as you have your eyes closed, panting, in the throes of bliss.

He leans and licks it up softly while he slowly withdraws his fingers, making you whine and chase after them with your hips. "Shhh, none of that, Baby." He hums as he rubs down your arm gently, "you ready for me now?"

"Oh, yes," you nod quickly, you almost forgot that's where this was leading. Now, you're ecstatic at the promise of him being even deeper inside of you, "please, Mommy."

God, if you keep saying it like that he won't be able to hold himself back. He knows he'll end up being rough with you — both of you do. But he likes to take it slow at first so he doesn't hurt you.

    He bites his lip, quickly pressing his forehead to your shoulder so that you won't see the wild look in his eyes. The look that says he's about to lose control.

"So polite," he pants softly, smiling down at you after he forces himself to calm down. "I'll give my angel what she wants~"

     His pants are gone in a second flat, and he's pulling you further down the bed by your thighs until your hips hang on the edge. "Hold your legs for me, Baby," he hums as he pushes your knees together.

While you're wrapping your arms under your knees and hugging them tightly to prepare yourself, effectively exposing yourself to him — he's gathering up the wetness from his skin and lathering himself with it, jerking off slowly to the sight of you.

All worked up and gushing for him; giving him a nice, unobstructed view as you hold your legs as close to your chest as you can. Your eyes a bit fuzzy as you watch him eagerly. Your socked feet fidgeting in the air, white frills catching his eyes. Your breathing still uneven from your first peak of the night.

The first of what will be many, because Seonghwa is an overachiever when it comes to you.

He kisses your leg gently, smiling innocently as he bends down and lines himself with your weeping hole. "My good girl," he mutters softly, "that's what you are. My perfect little angel."

The praise goes straight to your cunt, fluttering around nothing before his tip is suddenly entering you with an almost audible pop. Your eyes slam shut, a gasp caught in your throat. Three fingers and a squirting orgasm suddenly didn't seem like enough prep for Seonghwa's impressive girth.

"Fuck," he groans, hands planted on the back of your thighs to ground himself; digging his fingers into your plush flesh. He leans his head against the side of your legs, gazing down at you with nothing but love and lust. "You gotta relax, Baby-"

"You're too big," you shake your head, eyes still squeezed shut.

He bites his lip in a combination of effort to conceal his chuckle and to hold himself back. He takes a breath, rubbing the back of your thighs softly as you continue to clench around his bulbous tip — it feels like you're already trying to milk him for all his worth. The warmth of your gummy walls is trying to enchant him, trying to make him sink deeper, faster. He needs to bury his whole shaft in you or he's going to lose what's left of his mind.

"Have some faith in yourself, baby-doll," his nickname makes you twitch around him. He did that on purpose, no doubt about it. "You've taken it before, right? Mhm~" He nods with you, reaching to trace your heated cheek with his knuckles as you peek your eyes open. "You can take it, can't you~?"

It's not a question, even if it's formatted as one, rolling off his tongue with a soft inquisitive tone.

It's a reassurance and a statement. You can and you will take it, just like you have so many times before. "Yes, Mommy-"

You should have chosen your words more carefully, because the second 'Mommy' leaves your lips — all whiny and sweet — he's sinking into you.

"Ah-" He almost whines, "that's it, my star~ Let Mommy fill you up."

No matter how much you relax, no matter how pliable you make yourself; he's still having to make his own path through your gooey channel. He's still carving you to the shape of his cock to fit like a custom sleeve. And it feels too fucking good — "Please!" You yelp, nails digging into your legs as you continue to hug them as tightly as possible, "please, I want you to take me already!"

You can't take another second of his slow march forward — but that's too bad, Baby.

He likes to take his sweet, sweet time to really feel your searing cavity as it encases him. "Shhh, Baby, don't you worry," he places another kiss on your leg, smirking as you quiver around him, "you know I'll give you what you want, right?"

He leans over further, crushing your thighs all the way against your chest and making your legs rest over one of his shoulders. "Right, Baby?" He moans as he finally, finally bottoms out.

"Y-yes," you pout up at him beggingly, your entire being set ablaze as he settles inside of you.

For someone built so slim, his cock is thicker than you feel it should be — but you are not complaining as he stretches you from the inside out so nicely.

"What did you say you wanted, hm?" He teases you playfully, withdrawing just an inch before sliding back in.

It's maddening, he does it again; the tiniest bit further this time. "T-aaah!" You kick your feet lightly when one of his hands snakes between you and begins rubbing your clit. "Take me! Go faster, please! Please, plea- oh my good g-aaaah!!" You wail unabashedly as he starts slamming his hips into you: rough, fast, and calculated all while toying with your bundle of nerves.

      "Of course, My Baby~"

His words are so sweet while he absolutely ruins you for anyone other than himself. Not even you could make your body fill with the pleasure that you're feeling as he rubs his thumb across your cheek affectionately while drilling into you. "Look at my gorgeous doll, taking me so well."

All you can respond with is a slurred 'mhmmfff', your brain already sufficiently scrambled and overheated from his inhuman pace with his in-and-out, in-and-out; the pad of his finger never leaving your buzzing clit.

"Aww, it feels good?"

You nod quickly, leaning into his cupped hand while you gulp down the build up of saliva in your mouth. His eyes are trained on you like a hawk, every single twitch in your face committed to memory.

"Yeah, it does~" He grins devilishly while giving you a particularly rough slam when he catches your lips parting — making a loud and lewd yip-like moan tumble out. 

    "Mommy, c-" You choke on your words, arms trembling as you clutch your legs as a lifeline.

    "Cumming~?" He hums, pressing his fingers harder to your clit and making you squeal. "Go ahead, Baby, make a mess on Mommy's cock," he licks up your neck and the warm feeling of it passing your jugular makes the burning ball of arousal in your gut spread through your entire body.

    Once again, he's holding you down with the weight of his body as you tremble, your jaw dropped in a soundless scream while you release with a wave of cream onto his member; a milky white ring forming around his base while he fucks you through it.

     You let your legs go with a whine, letting him gently maneuver them and lay you on your side while he whispers soft praises that barely reach your muddled mind. "N'break..." You slur out through your breaths, melting under his soft touch on your legs.

     "A break?" He smiles while rubbing up and down your legs. His cock, still lodged deep inside of you, is throbbing — basically yelling at him not to give you what you ask for. "Just a little one, starlight." Because he isn't done wrecking you yet.

     "Thank goodness." Your little sigh makes him chuckle as he forces himself to pull out; doing so slowwwwly to make your sensitive walls tremble and beg him to stay.  "...fuck."

    The only time you ever dare curse infront of him is when you're like this. And the sound of the filthy words on your precious lips almost makes him take back his promise of a break.

     He leans back and stands fully, his heart pounding in his chest even harder as he gets a good look at you.

    In nothing but your cute little socks, you're already in a sheen of sweat from the violent thrumming of your own heart after two intense orgasms. There's already two wet spots on the hotel bed, the source between your legs glimmering in the dim lamp light. Your poor pussy lips are already a bit swollen from his stretching and pounding, your legs twitching every so often in the aftershocks of pleasure.

     He needs to make a much bigger mess of you before he's satisfied. Some deep, dirty part of his brain demands it. He has to make a mess of you, he just has to — and you've barely cried! That will not do. He needs to ruin you completely and place you back together with his saccharine words. He needs to. 

  He maneuvers you like a doll, smirking to himself at the trust you have in him to let him move you into whatever position he sees fit.

     He kisses your shoulder softly as he lays you on your stomach, crawling over you. "Are you ready for more, Baby?"

    "Mhm," you nod, having caught as much as your breath as you could.

   "Close your legs for me."

    You look back at him with a questioning gaze, "close them? Isn't it the opposite, Mommy?"

    "Not today, Baby," he grins as he soothes your messy hair, "you want me to show you what I'm thinking?"

    You hesitate for a second before you nod, turning back to face the blanket shyly as he locks his eyes on yours while sliding back inside of you. He breathes a laugh, straddling you from behind and already stretching you to the limit when —

    He starts pushing your legs together with his own, making you clamp down on him.

     "Oh my g-good fuck!"

      "Tight, isn't it~?"

    You nod quickly, shivering as he puts almost his full weight on you — and, by extension, on his cock inside of you. By the time he's got your legs fully pressed together, it feels like he's filled you up so much that he's in your guts. And when he starts thrusting? You have no brains left in your head.

    "Ahh, yes!"

    Your yell stirs him on, making his pace pick up almost immediately and he's back to pounding you like you owe him money; no mercy at all for his precious Baby. The slap of his skin on yours echoing and making his stomach flutter. The way you can't even hold back a single noise, every hit of his pelvis to your hips making a small yelp or moan tremble out of your lips. This is his new favorite position. His only complaint is that he can't see the cute little faces you have to be making right now.

    You certainly don't have any complaints. He feels like a fucking giant as he pounds the life out of you but his arms are gentle as he wraps them around your shoulders — all of his weight on you besides what he uses to slam into you. A shattered gasp leaves you as you feel his cock prod you so rough and deep that it presses into the mattress through you.

    He feels it too, and heaven help you; because now he's never changing his angle. Groaning and praising right in your ear as he continues to relentlessly fuck you into the mattress — quite literally. "Oh, My Baby," he moans deeply, "Mommy is fucking you so deep~ And you're taking it like such a good girl. F-fuck..."

   He's pressing every spot inside of you that there is. Even one that you've never felt before — no, that's not right. You have felt that pressure before. But not when you're having sex.

     He's fucking you so deep that he's putting pressure on your bladder.

    You gasp loudly, clenching around him, "Mommy! Wa-" Clenching was a mistake. Usually, it helps you hold it. Not this time. It pulls him closer. You grab at the blanket, fisting it tightly. Fuck, this is embarrassing. Well, you'd rather just say it so he can stop and you can relieve yourself.

     "Mommy, st-op! M'gonna pee myself!"

     Only... Seonghwa doesn't stop.

     His hips stutter for a moment as he takes in your words — then he's plunging into you impossibly rougher. Like he wants you to. Because he does.

     He knows that makes his an unbelievably perverted person; wanting you to piss on his cock. But he can't help it. He couldn't stop right now even if he had to.

     He can't put it into coherent thoughts right now, only thinking 'harder, fuck her stupid, make her cry, harder, make her pee, make her break...' But when he eventually can organize his thoughts; he'll realize why he couldn't even speak because he was so focused on fucking the literal piss out of you.

     Why? He is the only one on the entire planet that can fuck you so good that you lose control of your bladder. He is the only one to see you so vulnerable. He gets to be filthy with you.

    "Mommy!! P-please! I have t'go!"

    Bless your heart. You still think he might let you get up and go to the bathroom to relieve your abused bladder.

    He wraps his arms around your shoulders tighter, panting and growling like a damn animal in your ear. He's never sounded so dangerous, so feral. He's not even acknowledging your words with any of his own. Only digging his fingers into you and holding your legs shut with his as you try to spread them and get a bit of pressure taken off.

    "Please! P- uh!!" You're crying fast, fat tears now, and Seonghwa can hear them in your voice. Not just because of your embarrassing predicament, but because it feels like pure ecstasy in your very being despite it. "Mm, fuck!" You whine loudly, still feeling his tip press against the bed through you every time he bottoms out. "M-mommy, se-riously! M'gonna pee!"

     "So do it." His words make you wail, shaking your head as vigorously as possible and instinctively clenching again even though it does nothing to help your situation. He presses somehow deeper as he leans his head up and looks over your shoulder at you.

    His cock throbs inside of you, making you gasp, as he watches the tears flow down your heated face. Now he's getting somewhere.

     "It's okay, Baby-ya," he hums, his chest vibrating against your back as he crushes you to the bed, "do it. For- for me."

    "Tha-that's dirty!" You hiccup, kicking your legs until he places his over them.

    "You're already l-leaking everywhere, angel~ You're already creaming all over me. Do it."

   "Nmf-" You bite your lip roughly, a defeated squeak in your throat as a spurt comes out with his thrust. You try to hold the rest in. You really try. Despite his encouragement, you're still mortified.

    His next few thrusts earn him the same thing, a lewd splash against the bed. It's so fucking warm. He's digging his nails into you by the time you finally stop holding it back.

      The relief is almost as good as the orgasm that slams into you like a tsunami.

     You're a complete mess below him. Sobbing, kicking your feet, gripping the blanket so tightly your hands are shaking — all of you is shaking. Trembling like leaf in the wind as relief and pleasure overwhelm your humiliation and creates a feeling you've never dealt with before.

And Seonghwa isn't far behind you. He thinks his body must know not to make him cum while he's watching the absolute work of art he's made of you, not until you finally slump below him. Then, though — he's slamming one last time until your soaking cunt and staying as deep as humanly possible while he cums, holding you so tightly that you might have heard something pop if not for your absolute fried brain and his guttural moan drowning it out.

Yeah. This is his favorite position now, for sure.

❝MESS❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

[martian-astro10]

Career....stuff- part 1 (whole signs)

Note: the career observations will contain a mix of vedic and tropical, do not apply the persona chart observations to the divisional charts and vice versa.

Saturn in Libra, Taurus, Aquarius, or Capricorn in either d9 or d10 indicates being extremely successful in your chosen career. If this Saturn is in the first house then the success might be delayed or it could also be that you don't get much support from the people around you so whatever you end up doing, has to be done from the ground up and therefore takes much more time and effort.

Jupiter in 2nd or 8th house in either the Saturn or MC persona chart means you'll earn A LOT of money through your career. I was going through celebrities' charts and was genuinely surprised to see how many had this, like 60/75.

Another thing I observed was, celebrities who faced many scandals and still managed to deal with them and come out unscathed had Jupiter in 1st, 4th, or 10th in their Saturn or MC persona chart. This is like a "self made person" placement, so people who are more privileged than you might try to drag you down.

10th lord of d1 being exalted or in its own sign in d10= 💲💰🤑💸, like for real. This placement is like a blessing from God. I actually lost count of how many "beloved" people have this. You could be bad at your job, get into scandals, have a shit personality, doesn't matter, this placement will protect you. Especially if exalted.

Jupiter in 5th in d10 is another placement that makes you well liked by others. They're not as scrutinized by the public as others, and can get away with a lot of stuff. It's actually a very lucky placement to have, especially for someone who wants to pursue something where they'll have to interact with a lot of people.

Stelliums in MC and Saturn persona chart are SO IMPORTANT, I cannot emphasize this enough. If you have a stellium then the sign is literally how people will perceive you in your career and how you'll be remembered, it doesn't even matter if it's true or not, and that actually sucks. (Martha Stewart has a stellium in Gemini, the woman is literally called a media mogul. Beyonce has a libra and scorpio stellium, some people think she's the sweetest, very charming and one of the best singers in the world and the other half thinks that she's in a cult and plans murders of those she's in a competition with so....yeah)

Moon in 6th in d10 is such a "hardworking perfectionist" placement, and you'll be known as such. These people are the type to do everything alone in a group project because they don't like the way other people do things. Working under others does not yield good results for them. I'm gonna be honest, I rarely see these people achieving the same level of success as they actually deserve. People end up stealing their ideas and taking credit for their work, so I would suggest you all to keep everything that you're doing a secret.

10th lord of d1 or d10 in 3rd house of d10 is a good actor placement, almost all the highly acclaimed actors have this. If not acting, then any other career related to mass communication would be good for you and bring success and praise.

Jupiter in Capricorn in d10 can indicate a lot of obstacles in your career, people may constantly try to sabotage you. This placement also makes it very hard to save money. Expenditure will always be more than income.

Moon mars conjunction in Aries, leo, Pisces or Sagittarius in d9 is a GREAT placement, and one that has the ability to make you very rich and successful. It can bring benefits related to marriage as well. A spouse that will respect you and make you happy and a career that will help you achieve all your dreams and desires. The conjunction should not be in the 7th house though. Moon mars conjunction in other signs is still good for career but can bring negative effects in regards to marriage.

Divider by @cursed-carmine

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[dark-skin-fem]

I'm sure there are some sex buyers who would be disueded from it if they faced harsher punishments if caught. But a lot wouldn't be. And the kind of man who doesn't care if he gets life in jail for hiring a prostitute is NOT the kind of man who would react well to a sex worker saying "no, you need to wear a condom."

You can't believe this and also believe enforcing safe sex practices would be easier with legalisation. It's the same pool of men who would buy sex. If a man who would harm a sex worker would do so whether it's legal and regularised to buy sex, or whether it's illegal and harshly punished, then how does legalisation help the sex workers? At best it might mean they have a few more good experiences than bad. Which still doesn't affect the main exploitation. It just sanitises it. It makes it socially acceptable to buy sex, which increases demand, which will increase the number of women in the sex trade over time. And seeing as the sex trade, is at its core, inherently exploitative, that's a bad thing. Allowing sex trade to be completely legal might make a fraction of workers and all buyers more comfortable in the short term, but long term it harms women as a whole, whether they're sex workers or not.

Reducing demand for sex work also wouldn't necessarily decrease the motivation for pimps to get into the industry. After all, they can just up prices to account for the additional legal risk they're taking.

That's why they should be punished too. Pimps aren't victims, they're organisers. They're guilty of trading women.

If you listen to actual sex workers, most of them say stuff along these lines. They need better legal protections. They need destigmatisation. This is why this particular brand of feminism is called "swerf". It doesn't actually protect sex workers, it does the opposite. It forces their industry further underground, makes it harder to speak out against the exploitative side of the industry, and puts sex workers in far more danger.

That's why I said swerf is a nonsense term. Radical feminists disapprove of the sex industry but do not hate sex workers. The women themselves shouldn't be criminalised. They need help and support. Punishing buyers and pimps doesn't make it more difficult for the victims to speak out about exploitation, because then it would be understood that all of it is exploitation. The grey areas created by trying to regularise such an inherently harmful practice is what makes it more difficult, because then the harm becomes far less clear. When it is legal to buy intimate access to a body, identifying abuses becomes more difficult. Especially considering the types of activities that go on in the sex industry. It's very much possible to criminalise buyers and pimps without criminalising the victims. Idk why people act like it's not.

There are also plenty of other scenarios where people are paid for their bodies, and the labour is performed by their bodies. For example, athletes. Some sports can be incredibly dangerous. The body is usually the one performing the labour. And the only product is entertainment. Do you believe every single person who watches professional sports should be punished? Should every football club manager be locked up for life? After all, it's a body performing the labour. And bodies shouldn't be rented or sold, right?

You're having the same problem I said in my last reply. You're still unable to differentiate between labour produced by a body and the body that is producing that labor. When you play professional sports, you are paid for a performance. The performance created by the body is the product. That's the labour.

Professional sportspeople aren't paid to commodify their very bodies, nor are they paid for access to those bodies. The labour, which is performance, is what is bought, not the body providing the labour. People watch sports not to watch their bodies, but to watch the game. People pay for sports not to pay for their bodies, but to watch them play. The watchers are spectators and the players are actors, valued for their skill.

Sex work is commodification, it makes the body into the product and invites the buyers to consume it in some way. The body is what is being paid for, not labour produced by the body. Even in stripping, which can be said to be somewhat similar to spectator sports, is framing the woman as an object for sexual consumption. The woman's body is the marketable object, not the labour involved in moving on the pole. If it was, then she'd be clothed like other dancers are. A stripper is different from other dancers who get paid to put on a performance in that way. The performance is the product for other dancers, while the body is the product for a stripper. It is not the same.

*sees anti sex work sentiment*

*calls it terf bullshit*

These people keep telling us every way but out loud what being trans really is about, because what does sex work have to do with being transgender? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Marina behind the cut, who asked for something with Tucker and is getting “but it’s weird that it happened twice”. I wrote, like . . . twice as much of this as I meant to, haha, I kinda hit a groove here. Sorry for giving you /checks smudged writing on hand/ twice as much clone angst and teenagers in stressful situations having to handle life-threatening issues that are way out of their league with zero support from anyone who should be helping them? Yeahhhhh, nobody got on THIS blog for either of THOSE things, hahaha. Content warnings: clone degradation, chronic illness/pain, threat to the life of a minor, medical emergency. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Access: zero-four-three-zero-four prime!” Jazz shouts–the emergency-open code for the lab door, which Tucker hasn’t heard in a while but definitely has not forgotten–and the door’s already snapping back into the wall as she hits the bottom of the stairs, but she’s running so fast she still hits her shoulder on it as she runs through the doorway. Tucker is slightly worse at running, so manages not to have that problem, but he heard how hard her shoulder hit. 

She didn’t drop the Ecto-Dejecto, though, because, like–Jazz. So yeah, no surprise there. 

“DANNY!” Jazz cries–or “DANI!”, because admittedly that is unclear sometimes and can get especially unclear in crisis situations, which this absolutely is–and Tucker runs through the door after her and sees her on her knees on the floor right next to a tangled pile of barely-corporeal bodies. Dani’s crumpled down small in Danny’s arms, flickering in and out of intangibility and visibly melting, and Superboy’s still holding her hand and hasn’t let go, and is flickering in and out in perfect sync with her. Danny’s a beat behind every erratic, unpredictable flicker, but managing to keep at least mostly on the same level of tangibility as Dani’s. Enough that she’s not falling through the floor, at least. 

Yet. 

“Dani, you just–just for a sec, okay, you just have to concentrate enough to stabilize for a second for the epi–” Danny half-babbles at her, and Jazz’s hands flutter helplessly above Dani, her eyes wide and panicked and Danny’s voice cracked and panicked, and Dani’s skin is melting, her body is melting, her face is melting, and Tucker is useless and needs to–needs to– 

“Wow, you weren’t kidding about the chrome, huh, boo?” Superboy says, and Dani–

“H-huh?” she stammers, and her flickering–skips, and– 

“The chrome. There really is a fuckton of the stuff,” Superboy says, looking around the lab and cocking an eyebrow. “How do they keep it all shiny like this? Like is there a polishing schedule? Like a daily rotation?” 

“M-man, I dunno, I dunno how y-you clean ch-chrome,” Dani manages with a stuttered laugh, and her flickering stops, just for a second. Stops on tangible, just for a second. 

But like Danny said, a second’s all Jazz needs to jab her. 

Jazz jerks out with the epi of Ecto-Dejecto and stabs it into Dani’s thigh, and Dani yelps as the needle pierces through her jeans, the yelp cutting off into a stifled hiss, and Tucker desperately needs her to not phase out again before the whole shot injects and is totally goddamn useless to help her do that, and Superboy says, “I guess we could google it or whatever? That’s what I usually do for the normie shit I don’t know shit about.” 

“W-what, no c-chrome in your lab’s home-sweet-home?” Dani asks with another stuttered laugh, and Superboy grins brightly at her. 

“C’mon, boo, you know I never cleaned that place, I only ever fucked it up,” he tells her jokingly, and she laughs shakily, and Jazz exhales, and pulls back the empty epi. Dani’s melting face shivers, and quivers, and slowly, slowly starts, like–unmelting, and Superboy squeezes her hand and leans down in closer to her and peers over the top of his sunglasses at her with a wider grin. “Hey, boo. There’s that pretty face again.” 

Dani laughs wetly, then ducks her head with a strangled little sob of a sound and turns tighter into Danny, burying a sob against his shoulder. Tucker doesn’t know if it’s pain or stress or–what, exactly, but Ancients, he hates the sound of it. He hates it. 

He knows it was a tripled-up dose in that shot. The concentrated mix. Jazz told them she was loading a triple for next time. So like, unless they used it while he was gone–unless they did that, it was a triple dose. 

It was a triple dose, and even after a triple, Dani’s still taking this long to fully come back together. 

Tucker really wants to like, go puke or have a freakout or something, but that would not actually be helpful right now, and it definitely wouldn’t fix anything. And like–and he needs to fix this, because that’s what he’s for in this damn fraid. That’s like–that’s just what he’s for period. 

He doesn’t know how to fix this. He just–he doesn’t know. And he’s supposed to know. He’s just–supposed to. 

“It hurt worse that time,” Dani croaks, then laughs helplessly past another sob; around another sob. Danny’s grip on her tightens, and Tucker sees how hard he swallows. He whips out his PDA again, and the reflex is just–

“How much worse?” he asks, ready to type in whatever she says. “Like–scale of one to ten on the pain scale, last episode and this one.” 

“It just fucking hurts, Tucker!” Dani yells into Danny’s shoulder, then chokes on another sob, and it just sounds angry. Danny’s jaw tightens and he squeezes his arms around her, and she sobs in actual fury. “Vlad was too stupid to make me right and I’m gonna fall apart because he was so stupid and it just fucking hurts, okay?! It hurts!” 

She hasn’t let go of Superboy’s hand, and he hasn’t let go of hers either. 

“I–yeah, I know,” Tucker says, and his throat just–burns, it feels like. “It just–symptoms, okay? We need to track those, remember?” 

“I don’t care!” Dani yells. “It’s stupid, it’s stupid, I don’t care, Vlad made me wrong and I’m wrong and this isn’t–this isn’t gonna work, I’m not–!” 

“Dani,” Danny says, his voice tight and strangled as he hugs her closer and buries his face in her shoulder too. She just sobs again. “Dani, I swear–we’re not gonna give up. We’re gonna figure this out. We’ll figure this out even if Tucker has to kidnap, like, the whole freaking Justice League.” 

“I mean I have some theories about the process,” Tucker admits, mostly because he’s hoping it’ll distract her, and Dani sobs out a laugh, and then just sobs. 

“It hurt so bad,” she chokes. “It still hurts. It hurts so bad, it’s so bad, Danny!” 

“I–yeah, I know,” Danny says roughly, his own voice coming out a little choked too. “I just–I know, Dani, it’s–it’s–I’ve got you. We’ve got you. Whole fraid. I swear. We’ll go back to Frostbite for the eighty billionth time, we’ll go raid Vlad’s stupid froot loop lab, we’ll–we’ll figure something out. We will.” 

Tucker is actually, like, going to go insane, he’s pretty sure.

[foldingfittedsheets]

Hello! I have a couple bed/mattress stories/anecdotes for you, I think your stories are quite fun and I'm curious what you think of these two.

The first one is kinda a horror story. One of my roommates, the one with the most stable job and best income, has a mattress on the floor as his bed. It's been that way for all the five or so years I've lived with him. Worse, he doesn't seem to use sheets or a protector of any kind. It's gross and unsanitary but I don't care about him enough to try to convince him of that. (He's that worst kind of stubborn and frugal.)

The second story is moreso silly, and a two parter.

My (now ex) partner and I had just moved into an apartment from college dorms, and while we had some furnishings gifted/foisted upon us by family, a bed was not one of those things. My experience with buying beds at that point was taking trips to IKEA with my parents, and I don't know if my partner had ever gotten a new bed before, so we just searched Google maps for 'mattress store'. I think there was only one hit, and the store required you to make an appointment, which we did with some trepidation. When the time of the appointment approached we drove to the location of the store, which, given our limited knowledge of the area and the lack of light (sunset having been over an hour ago), seemed rather sketchy. I tend to be of an optimistic nature, so leading the way I took us to the door. It was locked but the incredibly friendly sales guy rushed over to let us in. We chatted a little about what we liked in a bed, and I think we ended up deciding on the very first one we tested. The price made us both wince a bit, but we still had a parental safety net so we signed for a mattress and box spring, and at my insistence also got a (crappy) frame. (At the time I just wanted to have space under the bed for storage, now after reading all your stories I'm really glad I insisted.) We set a time for everything to be delivered, and I figured there was probably someone else in the company that would deliver it. But no, it was the sales guy. I have mad respect for him though, because we lived on the 4th floor at the time and he managed to get the stuff up mostly by himself. I left him a glowing review, because what else could I do?

The bed was pretty nice, but I'd grown up with memory foam mattresses so when some acquaintances mentioned they had a full size memory foam mattress that had been shipped to them instead of the queen size one they ordered that they had to get rid of, I begged my (ex) partner to drive me over so we could get it. They reluctantly agreed and so we went and got a box of memory foam mattress that we shoved in their back seat and took home. We wrangled it up the 4 flights of stairs and then opened it up so it could air out and decompress from having been rolled. After that was done we just, kinda, stacked it on top of the spring mattress. It was actually super comfortable. And tall. Unfortunately though, mattresses aren't really designed to stack so the top mattress kept trying to slide off the lower one. We tried getting a mattress protector to go around both mattresses, but - idk if we just got a cheap protector or what - it was super plastic-y even through sheets and neither of us could handle the texture so that ended up being a bust. I'm pretty sure we also tried a rug grip, one of those funky rubbery sheets you put between rugs and the floor so the rug doesn't slide all over, but it didn't help much either. Pretty sure the final solution was just some cardboard wedged in the corners of the cheap frame and pushing the mattress back into place any time we got off the bed.

That relationship ended somewhat as a dumpster fire, and we moved out very shortly after, and my ex got frame/spring mattress/box spring, while I got the memory foam mattress and an IKEA bed frame that my parents had but were no longer using. It's been about 5 years and the memory foam mattress doesn't seem to have nearly as much support anymore, so maybe I should be looking into getting a new one. Maybe once my current partner gets back from working a few counties away. I know they can sleep on just about anything, probably including a rock, but they deserve nice things so I want to include them.

This- This is… Don’t. Please don’t do that. You took a boxed bed (evil, no support) and put it on top of more bed (even less support).

It’s not surprising your boxed bed is giving out, they tend to only have a modicum of back support for 4-5 years. Treat yourself to a good adult bed with back support, go with your partner. Don’t get a boxed bed.

[nawoken]

(Mermay) Pearl Drop

5.C: Ơ w Ơ

In Twst, they have all kinds of fairy tale creatures, beastmen, merman, fae... Basically, it's not really a rare sign for them. In our world, we don't have that kind of luxury, but we have all those mythical stories or fairy tale stuff.

So, I have always wanted to write something about the idea of a mer! reader from another world. They are always told to be aware of humans by the elders, as they believe that eating merman meat will make them immortal. Or a rumor that a mermaid can cry out pearls, which is kinda true in this story.... etc :))

Warning: None... I guess?

Pairing: TWST x GN!Reader

(If you find anything that specifies Reader gender, please tell me so I can fix it.)

You don't hate humans. In fact, you find them somewhat fascinating, curious, and admiring of their world and how they create their quirky stuff. But, the story of the older mers holds you back, you're still scared, afraid that they will cut you up and devour you to get a hold of the immortal title.

It's better nowadays when you guys even have a whole network on the land for those mers who want to try, blending in with the human, as long as your identity remains a secret. You sign up for a spot among them, doing pretty well, the whole blending in and keeping a secret. Until...

Ơ w Ơ

After being transported to Twisted Wonderland, you still keep secret about your identity... or you just do not mention it.

Despite, merpeople are normal in this world, your species still has a few differences. Aside from you can change between forms without a transformation potion, you can cry pearls. Yes, a few mystics about your being is true, but no, eating mer's meat won't make anyone immortal.

Up until you can't anymore, you're not fully grown yet, far too young compared to the mer's age. So, your connection with your home ocean is stronger than that of a grown adult mer. Causing you to change uncontrollably when you're away from the water for too long.

You try to submerge yourself in Ramshakle's extremely small and uncomfortable bathtub, even adding sea salt to mimic the oceanic water. This can only delay the effect for a little more time.

Started from once a month to once a fortnight, a week, then recently, you have to soaking every single day to not turning into a fricking fish in front of everyone. You even sneak to Octaville once or twice, risking being caught by the twins.

But it feels wrong, this is not your home sea, you can feel it calling for you to come home... F***

~~~

You're running through the hall, almost bumping into a few students, but you manage to get past them by some miracle. You just finished your last exam, and due to being busy, studying for all of them, you've denied your need for a few days now.

Right now, you really need to have a long bath. No, you want to bathe yourself in the salty sea water of your home. But, you don't have much choice right now, do you?~

You turned around the corner, dodging a small familiar figure on the way while yelling out an apology. The Ramshackle feels so far away.

"PREFECT!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ONE SHOULD NOT RUN THROUGH THE HALL, YOU MIGHT HURT YOURSELF AND OTHERS."

A sudden voice echo right behind you from the red head, well, it seems like today it's not your lucky day. Riddle is right after your tail right now. Command you to stop running.

You don't. You tried to yell back some apologies, and that you're in a hurry. But he won't let you, his friend, break some rule in front of this many students.

Part of you just wants to give up, turning into a fish and splashing them with your tail, releasing all your frustration in these recent days. But well, your more reasonable side holds you back, what a shame, really.

~~~

Now, almost every student in the school witnessed you running through the hallway while being chased down by Heartslabyul's Housewarden.

Which is a surprise since normally, the one who is being screamed at and chased down is Ace. And this definitely piques some people's interest.

It's gotten worse when you pass by Floyd, and he decides to join in, cause he thinks that you and Riddle are playing catching without inviting him :)

You can feel your skin, your throat, and your mouth getting drier as time passes by. It's not a pleasurable feeling if you have to be honest. It feels like you're lost in the middle of a desert without any water, helpless.

~~~***~~~

The consequence of not paying attention to your surroundings is that you bump into other people. Specifically, Sebek.

He successfully catches your forearm before your butt contact with the floor. But it didn't mean he won't scold you for running around, making the school ground a dangerous place for his waka-sama...

You can't even make sense of his words at this point, when your mind went blank, and your vision slowly blurred. You would have been sprawling on the ground if Sebek hadn’t caught you.

You can hear your friends rushing toward you, calling out your name. But the agony pain from being forced to transform is too much for you to do anything else.

The next thing you know, after the pain fades away, is the dumbfounded face of your friend and the itching of your scale from the lack of water.

Well, guess, this is your doom.

~~~***~~~

5.C: Eyo~

It's been quite a while since the last time I actually posted something about my idea or writing. I don't really have the motivation, even when I still have some drafts lying around and waiting for me. Sorry, guys, people, human... Ehe :3

Aside from motivation, I also have a hard time writing fic in English since this is not my mother language. And every time I try to type my thoughts down, it doesn't show them the way I picture them... If you understand what I mean :'D

Anw, bye-bye human!!!

P/s: I got both Jade's and Floyd's mer cards in Eng server!!! Hurayyy~

:3