#I’m so completely heartbroken and devastated

[afterthedreamer]

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[m-ilkiee]

E-boys Ruined my Life: Toxic! Megumi Fushiguro x Fem Reader

“Coke on his nose, blade on my thigh, man I think this guy’s trying to plan my demise.”

Pairing: toxic! Megumi Fushiguro x female reader

series summary: You had a crush on Megumi for so long, you hoped you would meet him again. But now, as you stand before him, you realize that Fushiguro Megumi is not the same kid as he was at fifteen- he was taller, broader and far more handsome than ever.

And a whole lot more meaner to you.

(Based off a fic I wrote in 2021 for Megumi on my older writing blog. Honestly this theme is best viewed in dark mode but hey, what do I know 🤷🏽‍♀️)

[series warning] college/non-sorcerer AU, Dark content, nfsw, smut, 18+, aged up Megumi, fem!bodied reader, toxicity - toxic megumi, childhood crush to "lovers", situationships, heavy angst with "happy ending", smut, coercion, dubcon, noncon, mean dom! Megumi, sub!reader, misogyny, slut-shaming, depraved Megumi, mutual pining (is it really? is it??), manipulation, alcohol and drug use, gaslighting, drugging, implied baby trapping, semi-accurate potrayals of fraternities, classism

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Chapter 1: Love at First Sight

synopsis: Being friends with the IT GIRLS as a first year has a lot of perks; new friends, a popularity boost and crossing paths constantly with your high school crush after many years apart, Megumi Fushiguro

cw: DARK CONTENT, NSFW, aged up characters (18-21 and above), classism - elitism, sexism/misogyny, unhealthy body image, physical and verbal violence, mentions of bullying and suicidal thoughts, slut shaming, objectification of the female body, parasocial relationships, gaslighting, manipulation, sex between character x character (NOT A SHIP), vague, brief mention of teenagers fooling around etc

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Chapter 2: Party Hard, F*ck Harder

synopsis: Heartbroken that Megumi hates you, you decide to attend the freshman party to get over him. And end up needing his help after getting drugged… in more ways than one.

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Chapter 3: Pattern Recognition

Synopsis: Nobara notices two things; One, you’re in love with Megumi and two, Megumi’s budding obssession with your affection.

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Chapter 4: I Don’t Do Drugs

Synopsis: Megumi realizes you would do anything for him, and decides to utilize this information to his advantage, much to Yuuji’s disappointment.

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Chapter 5: Sugar Rush

Synopsis: it’s evident you can’t live without Megumi, and so you cave in to his demands against all advice to stay away from him

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Chapter 6: S♡x Addict

Synopsis: Your grades begin to suffer due to Megumi’s insatiable urges and his inability to keep his hands to himself.

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Chapter 7: Whirlwind Situationship

Synopsis: Eventually, Megumi grows tired of you and breaks off everything, devastating you completely.

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Chapter 8: Revelation

Synopsis: You’re finally getting your life back together and start doing well in school again. Meanwhile, Megumi realizes he can’t function without you.

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Chapter 9: Relapse

Synopsis: You return his sweater to get closure  But Megumi himself isn’t ready to let his own feelings for you, as twisted as they are, go

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Chapter 10: I’m not the Right one

Synopsis: Left alone to spend your fifth marriage anniversary for another year, you finally gain the courage to get divorce papers. Megumi, however, reminds you that he owns you. Permanently.

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[anotherbananasong]

So, there I was, scrolling tumblr and suddenly POOF I am gone… I think my account, allnewbananasong, got deleted for the post I made. I really didn’t think it was that bad, to be honest… I’ve sent a message to tumblr appealing it, but that was hours ago and I’ve yet to hear back. In the meantime, I will be utilizing this temporary account. I am heartbroken (I had so many wonderful messages, met so many fun new people), I have to start from scratch…….. but this may end up having to be my new blog. If you followed me before, please let me know so I can follow you back. I don’t know what to do here. I’m completely devastated.

I hope I can find this wonderful community that welcomed me into their arms, embracing my weirdness, again. I feel like I don’t even know where to start. Please either follow or recommend people for me. Rug officially ripped from beneath my feet.

[crowleysgirl56]

The vast majority of people who work on a show are paid upfront for their labour

They don't get paid dependent on how successful a show is

They also don't do work that doesn't get paid- if they are working on a show that gets cancelled, they get paid for the work they did

All this 'stream GO for the hard workers behind the scenes' is bullshit

They work for companies are will be put on different projects

Just be honest that you want more GO (despite the message that it sends to studios- that audiences are ok with abusers! Just turn a blind eye to them! Yes that gives them more power but who cares because people will watch and make them money!)

Don't pretend your doing this for moral reasons

(And acting like you're doing this for Terry- for all we know he might want his work with an abuser completely destroyed- it's stupid to assume he'd want the series to be continued)

Like say this shit with your chest, you know?

Oh boy, ok. Gonna take a minute to answer this.

Firstly, I and a lot of the fandom, are heartbroken over what NG has done. Because we were duped into thinking he was a decent person. From the things that he wrote to the things that he said we thought that he was good person. And it is horrible that there are people out there suffering because yet another rich powerful white man decided he had the right to take advantage of them.

You seem rather angry and if that anger stems because you have experienced something similar yourself then I hope you have love and support around you so that you can heel.

If you want to talk about money, let me remind you that NG has already been paid for season 3. He will continue to get royalties, and thanks to the writers strike last year, he will now get more money for those royalties than before. If S3 doesn’t go ahead then hundreds of people will lose their jobs. Will they get other jobs? Sure, maybe. But any loss of job in this current economic climate is terrible and stressful (and I’m not talking about DT or MS here. They’ll get more work).

I don’t know if you understand how hyper fixation in neurodiversity works, but this is extremely painful for some people and takes a lot of time and energy and therapy to get over when a hyper fixation is threatened or taken away. Some people, like myself, need closure for things otherwise we can find it extremely difficult to move on emotionally. This obviously does not compare to someone trying to survive after SA, but emotional diversity can be extremely debilitating as well. They are apples and oranges to compare, but you can’t invalidate one person’s pain because you think another person’s pain is worth more.

As for the show itself, there is so little queer representation in media. There is a lot more nowadays compared to a decade ago, or even 5 years ago, but the little representation we have is so extremely important. Do you know how many people have found a truth to themselves thanks to GO? How many people discovered something about themselves that finally gives them answer to how they feel? How at the age of 40 I finally realised that I’m asexual and NOT BROKEN. That’s fucking important.

And this. ALL of this is why everyone, including me, are so fucking angry with NG. Because he has left us emotionally devastated. He has not just physically hurt these women. He has emotionally hurt hundreds of thousands of people. He is a stain.

I have spoken before when this all first happened about how I was angry that my one teeny tiny corner of the internet that made me happy was on fire. I left for a bit. I came back. I want to continue to interact with like minded people who love this fandom. I won’t stop that.

And frankly, and here’s the last I’ll say on this, the world is on fire. It is filled with a lot of fucking awful shit right now. I have suffered a very deep depression of late where some nights after I put the kids to bed I just stare and cry. You don’t know that about me because I don’t say those kinds of things on the internet, because our internet personas are facades. They’re not real. They’re not true life. I’m a real person and I’m aching inside about so many things. And these kinds of messages are just breaking me further. Seriously, when you send stuff like this do you even consider that?! So when I decide to hold onto one of the last bastions of entertainment that brings me joy, I’m not going to be guilted into dropping it because someone involved happens to be a monster. Because let me tell you if we did that every time someone turned out to be horrible, then we would never watch or enjoy anything ever again. EVERYTHING you watch or listen to or enjoy or like or cared about is connected to someone who is horrible or produced by a gigantic evil corporation (Nestle, Disney, Microsoft, Facebook, Google just to name a few). Every. Single. Thing. It’s the clothing you wear, the electronics you buy, the food you eat, the furniture in your house, and ALL the entertainment you consume. So if you gave up everything for some moral stance, then you would literally have nothing left.

Dropping Good Omens does nothing. It sends no message to anyone because the next really fucking awful person is about to produce the next big thing you might happen to love and care about. So what’s the point?

Let me have Good Omens. You don’t like that, then you can block me. That’s what the button is there for. You don’t need to send anonymous hateful messages. And if you want me to “say this shit with my chest” maybe you can send me an ask with the Anonymous off. So I can see your chest too.

I’m turning off anonymous asks now. Considering the only asks I’ve ever received is abusive shit telling me to kill myself or saying David Tennant is a paedophile or just telling me I’m a horrible person for supporting NG (when I’ve already stated before that I don’t anymore).

Sorry for those who’ve managed to get to the end here. Thanks for reading if you have, sorry it was so long. I hope you aren’t receiving the same type of messages. If Anonymous has read this far, I don’t know, maybe think twice before being horrible to random people on the internet?

[twopoppies]

i keep seeing your tag, rip liam, and it makes no sense to me. because how could this be, you know? how come we’ve lost a member of one direction so soon? every time i look at it, it just feels surreal. the shock from the first two days has passed, but it still feels like it makes no sense, like it is so alien.

the worst thing is, for a while i’d been having a bad feeling about liam. we could tell he wasn’t okay, and even though i in no way expected this to happen, so suddenly too, i did see the path he was walking wasn’t a healthy one. but i guess now that everyone is sharing their one direction favorite videos, interviews and all (which is so so great, keep doing it, because laughter is a part of grief. grief is also about celebrating the person that was), i keep thinking that the liam who died was that one. the one on the stage, the young one, bright-eyed, full with expectations for the future.

i was never his fan, i never followed his career, but i’m truly so heartbroken that things didn’t work out for him. i saw this video where he broke down in tears after writing something for his album, and it touched me so deeply. deep down, he was still full with emotions and expectations, he was the same kid. he longed for something that always remained just out of reach, and isn’t that heart-shattering?

addiction is so fucked up. i’m actually studying about it for a UNI presentation. man…

and for the last couple of weeks, with everything that was coming to light, i was really angry with him. actually, not really angry, i wasn’t angry. but learning how abusive he’d gotten, i was totally done with him, you know? but this? just… no. he deserved to get better for his own self, to live life lightly. and his victims deserved to hear an apology. it’s a horrible situation all around.

my friend said something and i so agree. if he’d survived the fall, his life would probably change completely. he’d probably come to the realization of how bad it’d gotten and he would probably get better. his life would take new meaning, and everyone would be able see how badly he needed help.

why is reality so harsh. when your other anon said that one direction became this generation’s nirvana, queen… devastating.

all those boys deserved so much better.

I was thinking the same thing this morning. If he'd somehow survived, he'd probably have found the ability to stay clean and sober. And life would take on new meaning for him.

He deserved better. He deserved more time.

[lupinsversion]

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 - 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡

• a/n: starting november first, i will be taking a short break from writing. i’m unsure for how long but i feel drained when it comes to my creative spark. i will have one more imagine coming tomorrow and then my break starts. thank you for all of the support over the last month. in the meantime, requests will remain open for when i return. much love

• summary: the day following the horrific night of october 31st, 1981

• contains: remus lupin x fem reader, mentions of death, heartbreak, despair, angst

• word count: 1.4k

Remus walked through the aftermaths of the Potter residence, the house that previously held an abundance of laughter and love was now destroyed, the light taken away. The house was silent, no sign of James’ loud jokes or Lily scolding them for their pranks. All Remus saw before him was his best friend’s broken house.

There were memories in here, Remus’ memories. He could still see Lily smiling and chatting with him while he and James sat at the kitchen table. He could see James and him laughing to the point they were in tears from a dumb joke. He could see the four of them gathered in the sitting room, lost in their conversations for hours.

He could see the four of them gathered around the table drinking butterbeer, James and Sirius making jokes and Remus and Lily listening while trying to hold back their own laughter.

It was all gone now, all that was left was silence.

His shoulders slumped, an emotion of pure disbelief and sadness washing over him. His best friends were gone. The people he called family were no longer with him, and he felt as if a part of himself had been ripped out from him.

He stood amongst the mess that was the Potter’s home, silently looking around at the once filled house now completely empty.

Her steps came up slowly beside him, stepping over a little bit over a mess that was left the night before, careful not to mess anything up as she walked closer up behind her husband.

He was so submerged in his own thoughts that he didn’t initially notice her presence. So when he heard her footsteps approaching him, it caused him to nearly spring from his spot on the ground. He was on guard until he noticed it was his wife.

His shoulders slumped as he turned to her, running a hand through his messy brown hair before his gaze returned to the mess of the once beautiful house.

It was a fragile time, and she knew it. she kept quiet, sadness brimming her slightly red eyes. Lily was her best friend, and now she would never be able to experience another moment with her. Her eyes scanned the house. Thankfully, it wasn’t destroyed on the first floor, at least not by much. She couldn’t bear to go upstairs.

Her eyes took in Lily’s belongings which merged with James’ as Harry’s toys surrounded them. it broke her heart even more. Slowly, she ran her hand over her stomach.

His gaze watched as his wife’s hand began to mindlessly trail down to her slightly protruding stomach, his eyes following the movement with sadness.

He knew how heartbroken she was over the loss of her best friend because he was just as devastated with the loss of his best friends. Remus felt as though a piece of him was missing, no longer being able to see them again, or hear about their newest pranks, or be on the receiving end of their teasing.

He took a step closer to her, a silent need for comfort and closeness taking over.

Standing behind her now, he gently wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest while his chin rested in the crook of her shoulder. He inhaled sharply, needing her close. The scent of her hair, the way she leaned against him, it was comforting.

His arms tightened around her just a little as he held her, trying his best to ground himself.

She let her body relax for the first time in the last few hours, closing her eyes as she tried to keep her emotions at bay.

He felt her slightly relax in his arms, his eyes flickering closed as well. There were no words for what happened to James and Lily, but Remus felt the need to be near his wife right now. Being without her didn’t even seem like an option to him now.*

His eyes remained shut, his arms still wrapped around her as his chest against her back slowly rose and fell. The two were silent for a long moment simply taking in the comfort that the other’s presence provided.

His hand began mindlessly rubbing her stomach, the realization of what was to come suddenly hitting him. The fact that he was going to be a father, the fact that the child she was carrying in her abdomen was his responsibility now. His to protect and raise now.

His hold on her waist tightened again, his chin moving so his head was now resting against her shoulder, his face buried in her neck.

“It doesn’t feel real.” She whispered.

He inhaled a shaky breath, his nose gently nuzzling her skin. He knew exactly what she meant, this whole situation was like a bad dream. “I know..” He replied back just as quietly. Just days ago he was standing in this house laughing and chatting with his friends, and now today it was gone. James and Lily were gone.

His hand continued to lay flat against her stomach, the action almost being more for him than her.

He fell silent again, the sound of a soft, almost inaudible sigh leaving his lips before he nuzzled into the crook of her neck again. The need to be closer to her was almost overbearing.

He couldn’t bring himself to let her go, or leave this destroyed house, the thought of doing so brought a sense of panic to Remus. Not yet. He needed more time.

“We should collect their things… oh, and poor baby Harry.” She whispered, her voice breaking more. “Do you really think he’ll be alright at his aunts?”

He grimaced at her suggestion, his arms tightening just a little more around her. He didn’t want to do any of that, he just wanted to keep her in the safety of his arms. His thoughts turned to little Harry as well, a frown set on his face. The idea of Harry living with the Dursley’s didn’t sit right with him, he knew how much James wasn’t a fan of them. He let out a soft sigh, he still didn’t believe this was happening. “Dumbledore said he would be fine…”

“Dumbledore also said we would all be safe, what a lie that was.” What was that in her voice? Anger perhaps?

His breath caught, her words causing a slight pang of pain within his chest. She was right. Dumbledore had promised their safety and yet here they were. Their friends dead, Sirius locked in Azkaban. He was silent for a moment, his grip on her waist having tightened without him realizing, his breaths slowly evening out again “You’re right.”

She couldn’t help it, maybe it was the hormones, or the nonstop feeling of loss around them, but she broke into a sob.

His eyes widened, taken back by the sudden sounds of sobs coming from his wife. One of his hands had begun to trace comforting shapes on her stomach while the other was still wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.

He gently shushed her, attempting to soothe her tears. It pained him to hear her so upset.

He held her tight against him, his chin moving from her shoulder so that his head was resting against the top of hers. He was at a loss for words, what could he even say right now? All that they could do was stand in the mess of the Potter’s home, letting her grieve and cry for a future that would no longer happen.

He felt his own shoulders begin shaking as she cried. Holding her in his arms only made it more real, the thought that he’d never see James and Lily again. His best friends were dead and never coming back. His grip on her waist tightened again as his other hand held her stomach, silently trying to comfort himself with the fact that he still had her and their baby.

He was a mess, tears welled up in his eyes as he attempted to keep them from falling. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, silently crying along with her.

He held her close, allowing them both to cry and grieve together. The silence around them only served as a reminder of the grief that filled the air. There were no sounds of laughter or light banter as James and Lily would do when the couple visited them. All that was left was the silence and the heartbreak.

© lupinsversion 2024

[pop-punklouis]

Hi. Sending hugs back to you (and everyone else). It’s so weird because like everyone i knew it could happen, but having it happen is a completely different thing. I’m surprised at how devastated I am.

like this is something so many of us have talked openly about and worried about with liam for years and it. doesn’t feel real i’m just. i’m heartbroken.

regardless of how things were or what he did and regardless of his lifestyle or how many of us didn’t support him and his choices the past few years, he was an integral part of so many of our lives. our music. our youth. our hearts. i think that’s the hardest part. that’s why it’s hitting us so hard. he was part of something so huge that helped so many of us get through things or find happiness and joy. the soundtrack to memories. it’s devastating.

[tenderleavesbob]

To fix the timeline, they needed to break the timeline.

Lana watched the trio of heroes and bit her lip. She wrung her hands silently, keeping to the shadows so no one saw her distress. They might ask and she didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t tell the truth. This had to happen. This was a piece missing from the timeline, one that had baffled her/Cia for thousands of years.

The timeline needed to break. For Tune to even be born, the timeline needed to break.

Captain Link looked as beautiful as ever as he spoke with Tune and Mask. Lana’s heart ached as she looked at him. Most of the other warriors had traveled home. Some would stay. She had searched for the home of Marin and her people, but that was another mystery not even she could solve.

Lana knew she shouldn’t. She needed to finish with the portals and then leave herself. Heal the shattered timeline once and for all and leave her own broken heart behind. Maybe her split from Cia wasn’t complete, though. Maybe some of the corruption lingered. Whatever the reason, Lana found herself creeping closer to the trio. She wanted to hear his voice again before she resumed her protective role.

“I’m going to miss you both so much,” Tune was saying, holding tight to Captain Link and Mask. 

For once, Mask had no snark to offer. He didn’t look triumphant. He looked devastated, like Ganon had won. He had a white-knuckle grip on the captain, and Link’s grip was just as tight back.

Link smiled at both of them, anyway. Lana hated herself for how she admired him right then. His tears made his blue eyes shine like jewels. “I’m going to miss you both, too. So much.” He leaned down and kissed Tune’s hair, then Mask’s. “But you two are going to go home and see your loved ones again and go on more adventures. I’m sure you’ll forget this crusty old captain in no time.”

Mask sniffled and buried his face in Link’s chest. “No,” he said at last. “No, I won’t. I don’t want to leave.”

Link closed his eyes like Mask’s words had physically pained him. “Goddess, Mask, if I could, I would keep you forever. You know that. But you have your own time waiting for you. Your own destiny --”

“I’ve completed plenty of adventures by now!” Mask cut off sharply. He pulled back from Link but didn’t lose his white-knuckled grip on him. He was crying in earnest now, and when Link opened his eyes, he began silently weeping, too. “Tune has his family waiting for him back home, but I don’t! You know that! My family is here!” He sniffled and only let go of Link to angrily wipe at his face. “Don’t send me away!”

“Mask…” Tune tenderly touched his shoulder, tears streaming down his own face, but Mask knocked his hand away. His desperate gaze never left Link’s heartbroken face.

It was time for Lana to intercede. She braced herself and forced a bright smile. She had her own duty to complete. “He’s right.”

All three heroes whipped around to face her. The spirit of the hero shone brightly in all of them, brighter than their tears, even with how Mask and Link had been born with it and how Tune had independently claimed it for his own. “Lana?” Link rasped. Lana didn’t think Link caught how he clutched at both boys, like Lana was going to steal them away.

“Mask is right,” Lana explained. It wasn’t quite a lie. Not really. Not with how the timelines worked. “If everyone is all right with it… it won’t damage his timeline if he isn’t sent home with the rest.”

That was both one of the greatest lies she had ever told and one of the few real truths. Mask had to stay. He had to. He would stay, and his timeline would splinter into another part.

Lana’s eyes flickered toward Tune’s flushed, tear-damp face. If the splinter didn’t occur, Tune’s timeline would never be born.

“He can stay?” Link demanded hoarsely. He grabbed Mask and yanked him back into his arms. Mask clung to him and hid his face in Link’s tunic, small shoulders shaking.

Both Link and Lana looked at Tune, who leaned into Link’s side. “I know I can’t,” Tune said simply, without fanfare. “But I’m happy one of us can.” He touched Mask’s shoulder again. This time, Mask didn’t hit him. “You have to keep an eye on our captain for us both now, Mask. You can’t leave him alone. He’ll do something stupid for sure.”

Mask made an odd, wet sound and then grabbed Tune back into their hug. “Damn straight I will.”

“Language,” Link scolded, but he didn’t put an ounce of feeling into it. He began crying anew as he looked at Lana. “He can really stay?”

“He can really stay,” Lana agreed and felt the small crack in time form.

When the evil returned and the land needed a hero, the hero would not respond. He would be safely at home in Captain Link’s era, Link’s beloved younger brother and charge. They would both have their happily-ever-after. After all of this, it was the least that was owed to them.

“You can stay,” Link whispered disbelievingly, hugging Mask close. Oblivious to the countless people who would drown when the hero did not answer the call.

“I’m home,” Mask whispered back, just as disbelieving. 

To fix the timeline, first Lana needed to break it. Looking at the small family in front of her, Lana couldn’t bring herself to regret it.

[beachbabe000]

Anything For You // Chris Sturniolo

Summary: You just went through a terrible breakup leaving you completely broken inside. You turn to the triplets as your only comfort. Chris is heartbroken seeing you in the state you are and does anything he can to help.

Content warnings: 18 + , Chris x y/n, fluff, smut, depression/heavy emotions, penetration, fem!reader, pet names, some language

Note: This is a oneshot and won't have any more chapters! ❤️

"I'll lose to time, I can't hold on."

"I have loved you all along."

Over the past few years the group of triplets had become a big part of her everyday. She met them at a point where things weren’t going exactly well for her. Their uplifting and genuine spirits really caused a difference in her perspective on life. She actually wanted to live, had something to live for. To see those smiling faces, watch them and their brotherly moments, see how unconditionally they loved each other. It gave her so much hope.

You can imagine how devastating it was for that feeling inside her to change when she found out her now ex cheated on her for months without her knowing. The once positive experience she had learned to have with life, came crumbling down in a matter of a few minutes. Everything had changed, she had changed. Everyone around her could see it. Her once so confident smile and loving demeanor, that the triplets had helped her build, was changed into a numb and lifeless shell. She was hopelessly in love, and now she felt nothing. And for this to happen after rebuilding her ability to love for years, was heartbreaking for everyone to watch. Especially them.

Shuffling her way through the apartment door that belonged to the three men, she kicked off her shoes and carelessly dropped her black backpack next to them. “Y/n!” She heard Matt pipe up from the trance his phone had on him in that moment. She looked over and gave him a small smile before walking over to sit next to him on the couch. She slumped down, sinking into the soft pillows. Matt was so sweet and gentle. He was the one that taught her there were actually people in the world that could be that way. That there would be nothing wrong with accepting it.

He wrapped an arm over her shoulders bringing her more into him. Except this time she couldn’t feel the warmth he once brought to her. Now she just felt coldness, mainly from herself. He was still the amazing person he is, but now she couldn’t let it in. She had built up a wall so high even he couldn’t penetrate it. “How ya doin love?” He asks with his head resting on top of hers, his other hand giving assuring rubs on her arm. “Oh you know, I’m here.” She chuckled. She could feel his small sigh, likely hurt that she felt this way. Hurt for her that someone ripped away those feelings for her.

Chris came jogging from his room. “Hey kid! I thought I heard someone walk in.” He jumped and landed on the other side of her, causing the couch to move with him. “Here I got you this.” He said handing her the drink he knew she loved. A can of sprite. She couldn’t help but break a small smile. “Thank you Chris.” She popped the cap and took a small sip. “What do you want to do today? We could go get some food. What about the park, or shopping. OH WHAT AB-” “Chris! Chill bro!” Matt said in the loudest voice he could let out. Which wasn’t too loud. Chris reached over me and punched him in the chest. “I’m just trying to help dude.” Matt let out a grunt, trying to catch the breath that was just knocked out of him. “Well help a little less loud.” He struggled to get out.

Normally she would have laughed at this scene. But she just didn’t have the energy to find anything funny. Chris was the one who taught her to let herself laugh again. To be able to not care what anyone around her thought and be herself. She used to be so lively and constantly laughing with him. And it hurt him in this moment when she couldn’t even chuckle. He knew that normally she’d be at least giggling. He missed those laugh lines and scrunched up eyes that would show. And the sweet sound that was her giggle. He dropped back into the couch looking at her, his smile now gone. “Hey, y/n.” he nudged her. She was able to lift her chin to look up at the jokester of a boy, now becoming a bit more serious in this moment. “I missed you.” He smiled down at her. Reaching up he scraped his fingers against her scalp, eventually turning into him completely messing up her hair in a wild action. He then chuckled and shot up running away from her possible anger. But she had none. She just calmly reached up and fixed her hair with a sigh.

“Have you eaten today?” Matt asked giving her shoulder a small squeeze. She shook her head, looking at her hands. Getting up and holding his hands out for her to take, “Come one let’s get some food in you.” She took his hands and he pulled her up.

After having a sandwich and some chips Nick comes into the room. “Hey y/n! You guys wanna watch a movie tonight? I’ll make snacks.” He said in a cheery tone. She smiled and nodded her head, speaking the first words she has since she walked in, “I’d love that Nick.”

Nick was the one who helped her build her confidence. To not be scared of what anyone thinks, to speak her mind and be authentic with her words and thoughts. He built her up any chance he got, supporting every choice she ever made. He told her she was capable of anything she wanted and to go for it. With the past events she couldn’t help but question her choices. Now she barely even trusted herself, let alone other people. The wall she had built up around her has caused her to even keep them at arms length. But she was still trying. She knew they were good people, she knew they would never hurt her or fuck her over. Those subconscious thoughts that have been engrained into her brain now caused her to still keep her distance. She couldn’t be herself around anyone, couldn’t let anything out. Keeping it all bottled in.

Though they had no problem having her around, even in her current state. They knew she needed people like them around her right now. They helped her once, they could do it again.

It was a moment where she unknowingly let out a small giggle that Chris looked at her. It was as if it was the first time he heard her laugh in his whole life. He had forgotten the sound of it despite missing it. It seemed he was the only one who noticed it. Maybe because he was the one always trying to cause it. He loved making her laugh.

It was when he reached over and sneakily pinched one of Nicks nipples, causing him to loose it as Chris just laughed at him. “Chris I told you to stop fucking doing that! What is wrong with you! Fucking hell. Grow up.” He was so dramatic, and Chris couldn’t stop laughing at his brothers reaction. His laugh was always so infectious. Y/n didn’t even notice her own small laugh that she had let escape. They were all standing around the counter putting together snacks for the movie. Nick and Matt were still laughing as Chris’s faded off hearing her. He just looked at her, feeling a sense of adoration take over.

He didn’t realize how much he had been staring at her until she met his eyes. “What?” She asked, breaking him out of his trance. He shook his head in a small motion with his lips sucked in with a smile. “You’re just beautiful. I hate that someone took that feeling away from you. You’re so special.” He was almost whispering, no one could hear him but her. She looked into his eyes a little longer the silence almost deafening between the both of them. The sounds of Matt and Nick bickering faded into the background. Her eyes darted away at the realization of what was happening, but his never left her face. “Thank you Chris.” The soft words ringing in his ears like music. He smiled to himself and brought his attention back to what was happening on the other side of the kitchen.

“Alright, you guys ready? What movie are we watching?” Nick grabbed some of the snacks as Matt grabbed the others. She didn’t hear the decision made as Chris held his hand out to her to grab while still focusing on what his brothers were saying, adding his own opinions. She took his hand hesitantly. It’s not like it’s weird, they’re all very close. But something about letting herself open up in the slightest to allow the action of placing her hand in his was causing her mind to concave on itself. She was almost shaking. Chris could feel it in his hand as he looked back and grasping it in his own, giving an affirming squeeze. He lead her into the bedroom they all chose to watch the movie in. It was Nicks room, as he had the bigger tv.

Nick closed the black out curtains while Matt turned on the movie. Y/n took her place on the bed which happened to be between Nick and Chris. Nick placed a bowl of popcorn between her and him, he had mixed m&m’s in. He knew she loved them in her popcorn. It was just a queen sized bed so between the four of them it was tight. Chris sat on the outside of the bed. He threw an arm up behind y/n and Nick making himself comfortable. Y/n snuggled down in the blanket between the two of them. The close proximity with other people making it hard for her to fully relax, even though they’ve done this thousands of times. She was stiff and tense. Nick and Chris could feel that and noticed it. Nick reached down and grabbed her hand holding it in his at attempt to help. After 10 minutes or so of the movie playing she was finally able to slowly relax. Chris had ended up with his hand on her head, stroking her hair also doing his best to help. The combination of both kind gestures ended up being helpful.

Chris looked down as he felt her body melt into a relaxed state and smiled. He was glad she was finally warming back up bit by bit to them. Being able to be the one to help her brought so much joy to him. He caught himself staring at her again while stroking her hair in gentle motions. How had he not noticed her importance to him before? It was a new kind of loveliness that took over. Not that her being in this state is a good thing at all. But he wanted to help. He wanted to pick up every broken piece that son of a bitch cracked and glue them back together with his love. No matter how long it took.

Once the movie was over Matt got up and grabbed the empty snack bowls to bring them to the kitchen. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow, I’m going to bed. Goodnight! Love ya y/n.” She picked up her head to look at him, she smiled “Good night Matty.” The sincerity in her voice saying those words cause him to grin before walking away. We were going to get her back out of this place of hopelessness.

Nick was already asleep. Of course. She started to get comfortable in his bed like she was also about to fall asleep. Chris moved his hand from her head and got up. Turning around he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hey y/n. Do you wanna come sleep in my bed tonight?” She knows he hated sleeping alone, and all he wanted to do right now was cuddle some love into her. Moving her head towards him she smiled and nodded. “Of course.” She moved her way out from under Nicks blankets and picked them up to cover him.

They climbed into Chris’s bed and he covered them both with the blanket then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. He felt her tense up again, “Chris I-” “shhh you can trust me.” He leaned his head on top of hers and she relaxed. She knew she could trust him, but that didn’t make it any easier. She decided she deserved to allow herself a bit of love tonight. The action and thought of doing that was another step towards herself again. She noticed it and so did Chris. She has let him not once, not twice, but three times that day to comfort her and allow someone in.

After a while of laying there he couldn’t help himself but take in her scent. The smell of lavender and jasmine filled his nostrils. Without fully thinking he placed a light kiss on top of her head. This action confused her. She pulled herself away from him enough to look into his eyes again. She could see the love and kindness in his eyes, and he could see the uncertainty in hers. “Let me help y/n” He whispered to her. “Help what?” He placed his forehead on hers and closed his eyes. “Let me help you love again.” The whisper that left his mouth caused some kind of feeling to stir inside her. In her heart. A feeling she hadn’t been able to feel in a long time now. Warmth, a warmth that began to defrost the coldness that took over. She closed her eyes as well and leaned into the feeling that she so craved to come back to her. Hugging him tighter, he felt the acceptance. He brought a hand down to her face and nudged it up towards his. They shared one more glance into each others eyes before he slowly moved his lips down to hers forming a passionate yet gentle loving kiss.

Her grip on him tightened so she could deepen the kiss. She was too caught up in what was happening to even think about it. He explored her mouth with his as he grabbed the back of her neck pulling her closer to him as well. Their bodies molded into each other. His leg found its way between hers so he could easily roll over to hover over her. He broke the kiss looking into her eyes, he couldn’t stop looking at them. He wanted to see the life come back into them, he wanted to witness her letting go again. The moment he saw it, because it was there as she looked back into his, he crashed his mouth back onto hers. She let out a moan as he moved his kisses down her jaw and to her neck. “Let go baby, just let it all go.” As he said this into her neck, she let her head fall back into the pillow. The feeling of his skin on hers, his grip on her waist, his mouth moving over her body all becoming so much.

She felt her shirt moving up so she lifted herself to help him remove it. Hands massaged her breasts and his mouth moved down to take one in his mouth. The contact causing her breath to hitch. She could feel a heat coming over her lower area as his hands roamed down her waist. The whimper that escaped her mouth as his hands reached the hem of her shorts drove him wild. He wanted to pull any sound from her that he could. He wanted all that silence from earlier to become vocal. He wanted to make her moan, whimper, laugh, cry. Anything he could get he was going to pull it out.

She watched as he pulled his own shirt over his head before returning his hands to the outside of her shorts. Leaning a hand next to her head his adventuring hand found itself on her now wet area. He rubbed his hand over it, bringing a whimper. “Is this okay? I can stop.”

She shook her head, “Please don’t stop.” Her hands moved to his shoulders digging her fingers into them. He let out a groan at the pressure. He reached down and removed her shorts and underwear, as well as his own. Looking down at her he took one of his hands to her stomach and rubbed it up between her breasts and back down. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful y/n.” His words putting her more at ease. Every compliment and touch he gave rang in her ears like an alarm waking her up again. She reached to him and pulled him back down to her, kissing him with more enthusiasm than anything she’s done in days.

He pulled her hips closer to his and she felt his tip rub at her entrance. It sat there for a moment as he went to rub circles on her clit to ease the discomfort of pushing himself inside her. The pressure started to build as he moved more inside of her. “Ugh, Chris. Move faster.” She just wanted it. She wanted to feel more. She needed to feel more.

“Anything for you angel.” With that he quickly pushed into her causing a yelp that turned into a whimper. “More.” She demanded. He was so happy to give her more. His pumps intensified. Faster and harder. Her moans filled the air like a symphony to him. He couldn’t stop or even slow down. “Harder!” She moaned loudly. So he went harder. He listened to every demand she made, building both of their releases. “Oh fuck, I’m almost there” Her whimper bringing him to his as well. “Let it go baby. Let it go.” He grunted in her ear.

And she did let it go. Her release came over her like a high. The tears that built up in her eyes rolled over and down her cheeks in the intensity of the moment. He pulled himself out at his own release quickly grabbing his shirt he discarded on the bed and cumming into it. He threw it aside before landing back over her. Her tears filled the air, her cries of release. Not only from the pleasure, but the tension it took away from her left her in relief of the emotions she’s had building up over the past week. He landed himself next to her and immediately pulled her into him and she cried into his shoulders. “There we go. I knew you could do it.” Placing a tender kiss on her head. She wrapped her arms around him and kept crying until she was dried up. “Thank you Chris.” She sighed into his neck. He smiled down at her, “All for you love. Anything for you. I’m happy I could help. I love you.” She looked up at him, all feeling returned to her. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Why are you laughing?” Her own chuckle coming out. “I don’t know. I just knew I’d be the one to make you feel something again.” She hit his arm. “Cocky bastard.” She laughed leaning into his chest.

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“There’s that laugh I always love.” He smiled to himself holding her in his arms as if he was protecting her from everything that could hurt her. “I love you too Chris.” Was the last thing he heard before they drifted off to sleep.

[callmelola111]

color me purple ♡ part two

 ✄ - - - -   part 1 , part 2 , part 3   - - - - soundtrack - - - - ♡

synopsis: it’s summer and you’re back at camp stillwater. as a counselor you mean serious business and you’ll do whatever it takes for your cabin to come out on top. the only thing in the way of that; ellie williams and her crazy antics. 

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 3.3k

      | ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, some fluff but mostly angsty, HEAVY sexual themes on the verge of smut, swearing, slight mention of marijuana, ellie is kinda a perv, ellie calls foot fetishes weird so if u have one i'm sorry lol not trying to kink shame its just for the plot !!

a/n: happy wednesday y'all!! i was literally kicking my feet while writing this hehe. i love being a delulu lesbian on paper. also i've never played poker before so if i worded something wrong i am so sorry lolz. sending hugs and kisses 2 you all ♡~ lola

Mrs. Campbell seemed taller this evening as she stood waiting to confront you with your fate. The moon shone brightly casting her long, mangled shadow across the dirt. As she spoke, your gaze remained locked to it, avoiding the disappointed look you knew was written all over her face. 

“What do you two think you’re doing?!?” she yelled. You struggled to form any words with the large lump consuming your throat. Your stomach would’ve dropped too but you were pretty sure you had lost it during your barefoot dash through the woods. Ellie stood next to you just as silent until your devastated face clued her into your current state. She quickly tried to rationalize, speaking for the both of you. 

“Mrs. Campbell, we're so, so sorry. Seriously, it was all my fault, please don’t blame Y/n!” You softened hearing Ellie so quickly take the fall. Feeling compelled to finally join this tense confrontation, you looked up from the ground. Your eye’s met with the wardens but they were filled with concern rather than fury as you had expected. Your injuries had alluded to a situation that she felt needed a bit more context.

“I’m just trying to figure out how you two ended up here bloody, wet, and 2 hours past curfew!” she said. With the guidance of Ellie you calmly explained the situation. Of course, it wasn’t the full truth. You took extra care to leave out the part about your little smoke sesh. And after what felt like hours of questioning and nagging, you and Ellie were given the benefit of the doubt, remaining counselors for the summer.

Mrs. Campbell gave her final say, “You girls better count your blessings. I’m feeling nice tonight. But, I can’t let your behavior go unpunished. Neither of you will be participating in tomorrow's first round of games. I'll take your campers under my wing while you two think about your behavior back at the cabins. Alone.” Tears welled in your eyes as you came to terms with the consequences of your actions. Ellie shifted her gaze to your heartbroken expression and the corners of her mouth turned down. Sure it was just one day of sitting out, but she knew how much the competition meant to you and felt like a total piece of shit for making you miss out. Even if it wasn’t completely her fault. 

“That’s final. Now both of you please go wash up and stop making me worry!” Mrs. Campbell concluded.

You and Ellie made the 5 minute walk to the showers in silence, still shaken up from the recent events. Despite the water’s icy temperatures, it felt nice to wash off the evidence of your night living on the wild side. However, Ellie showered one space over with little emotional relief, too consumed by you. She just stood idle as the sharp drops of H2O hit her back. Questioning how you felt about her, if you were mad, and what you were thinking but wouldn’t say.

She couldn’t take it anymore and quickly switched off the water, drying off with a rough gray towel. You followed in suit, stepping out wrapped in your pink towel. The textured fabric wrapped tightly over your breasts hoisting the mounds up to peak over the linen. They sat pretty like a Victorian woman in a tight corset. Ellie, now in a fresh pair of clothes, kept her head forward but eyed you from her peripherals before finally speaking.

“I’m so sorry… I don’t even know what to say. I never wanted to get you in trouble.” She looked absolutely miserable, so convinced you hated her. You’d never seen this side of Ellie before. A side that was real and vulnerable. You had always pinned her as this impenetrable tough guy, never seeming bothered by anything. And now here you were, bothering her. What was so special about you, why did she care?

“Ellie, I’m not mad at you, just a little sad. This was my choice as much as it was yours.”

Ellie turned to you, voice breaking, “Wait… really?” Part of her felt like an idiot for bringing it up now, considering it was all in her head, but you didn’t think twice about giving her the reassurance she seeked.

“Yes, really.” Ellie gave a timid smile slanting to one side and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that her assumptions were just a product of overthinking. 

“Now please, stop being so melodramatic and help me patch up all these stupid cuts.” You took a seat on the long bench placed in the tiled bathroom and Ellie followed like a humble servant. She got down on her knees like she owed it to you. Taking a wet cloth in her right hand and carefully cleaning your cuts one by one. Her touch was gentle, almost too much, but she didn't want to hurt you. You took pleasure in Ellie’s tender care and couldn’t help but wonder if she’s like this with all her friends. Even more, you questioned if it’s something you should be enjoying as much as you did. Ellie took her sweet time rinsing out the dirt from your wounds that you had acquired as an unwanted souvenir. Tending to your injuries gave her more time to study all of your nooks and crannies. Something she had only dreamed of. Ellie enjoyed every second until she reached your thighs, your gorgeous plush thighs. She observed as your pink towel bunched at the abdomen before splitting down the sides of your legs in a triangle-like formation. Mind hazy with desire, she couldn’t help but yearn for the other body parts under that towel that she wished to tend to. Ellie internally slapped herself for the heat that followed her nasty thoughts and her tour of your body was cut short. Following the clean, she took some Neosporin to smooth across the bigger gashes that covered your knees and elbow. You winced at the friction.

“It really got you good huh,” she teased, “maybe you can lie and say you got attacked by a bear or something.”

“No, not a bear,” your eyes rolling, “just Ellie Willaims and her antics.” 

“Oh shut up, you had fun.” You didn’t say anything back, just gave a smile, because you knew Ellie was right. As much as you wanted to be upset about how everything went down and how you were so easily influenced by her, you just couldn’t. Maybe because you knew she had no ill intent, or maybe you were beginning to realize that breaking rules wasn’t so bad- perhaps, it was even a little fun. 

You woke up early the next day with everyone else, despite your impromptu grounding. Although you yearned for sleep, the sun shone too bright and the girls chatter, too loud. You pulled the scratchy covers of your twin bed up, making it semi-nice for your next sleep. A sleep you looked forward to, as it signaled the end of this awful day. But, with the cabin overcome by girlish excitement it was hard to remain in such a sour mood. You ventured to the top of an empty but rickety bunk bed to observe the members of team red from above. It was like watching a village of little ants running around prepping for the day ahead. Some flew out the screen door to shower, a few braided each other's hair, and all of them finished dressed up in color coordinating outfits.

As 9:30 am approached, you wrapped up your finishing touches to the last few stragglers with silky hair ribbons and red face paint. By 9:40, the once bustling room was empty and the silence was loud. In an attempt to occupy your wandering mind you cracked open a Nancy Drew book, the 3rd in its series. The crisp pages slid between your fingers as the mystery consumed you, but it wasn't long before your peace was interrupted.

A peculiar knocking sound tore you from the novel opened in your hands. Setting it down on your green and pink bedding, you ventured to your dirty window to scope out the inexplicable noise. On the other side of the glass stood Ellie, like a kid, throwing rocks at your window. You stared out the gray panes that divided her in four, rolling your eyes at the audacity of it all. She continued her little performance pulling out a janky sign written in dried out blue marker. It read I'm bored… You pretend to be distraught at the news, playing into her little game. Ellie then flipped the sign over to show you the back where she had scribbled the words Do U wanna hangout? and then some idiotic smiley face to complete the message. Ellie’s own face mimicked the emoticon as she displayed all her teeth like a child on picture day. It was stupid and cheesy and it was kinda working.

The sign continued to waver in the wind as you consulted the imaginary angel and devil that lurked on your shoulders. You finally answered Ellie (whose arms were getting tired) through the window with a simple middle finger and yanked the curtains closed knowing you weren’t supposed to be leaving your living quarters that day. And although you maintained a tough exterior for the sake of the bit, you felt just a little bit giddy being invited over by Ellie. That same giddiness nagged at your morals until finally you sided with the devil. Besides, everyone will be gone and too busy to catch you guys slacking off.

You rushed to the sink to brush your teeth aggressively and then changed into a red cropped shirt with a wide neck and black biker shorts that sculpted your ass perfectly. You weren’t sure why, but you had this sudden need to impress her. Her opinion now carried a weight that was foreign to you. That weight then influenced a smear of the same cherry flavored lip gloss from the night before, remembering Ellie’s thoughts on it. You slipped the tube into your bra just in case and then skipped over like the girl next door.

Ellie opened up with a smirk. Her hair was messy and despite waking up hours ago her lounge wear remained on. You didn’t mind though. Something about her toned body in a black wifebeater tank and gray sweats made you excited. 

“Well hello there.” She gestured for you to come inside. You sat in the middle of the room on an old, sage green rug. Anticipating Ellie’s next move, you pulled your scuffed up knees to your chest. She plopped down next to you and began to poke.

“I was starting to think you weren’t gonna show up.” 

You scoffed, “I mean, I hate you Ellie, but not that much.” You straightened out your right knee and gave her a little kick in the shin.

“Shut up dude. I know you love me.” Ellie nudged your shoulder and you gave a simple chuckle in response, but inside you were questioning the past feelings of distaste you once harbored for her and the new ones that replaced them. You needed a distraction.

“Sooo.. how are you gonna entertain me??” Your question sent Ellie’s mind to all kinds of places, some dirty most dirty.

“Oh? So you wanna be entertained? How about a little game of poker?”

“Poker?” you said, becoming suspicious of Ellie's seemingly normal answer but the tone of her voice was a dead giveaway to the mischievous plans.

“Well… not just any poker. I play a little differently.” You urged her to continue.

“Like different how?”

“Ever heard of strip poker?” she questioned, scrunching her freckled nose in anticipation of your response. She wouldn’t think twice about indulging in this game with other friends but it was something about you and the unspoken homoerotic nature of your relationship that made the request much more daunting.

“Oh my god Ellie,” you gave a long sigh, “Do you really wanna see me naked that bad?” Usually her face would go bright red at a comment like this but today she was prepared for your little quips, having taken the leap to propose such a game in the first place.

“No. I wanna watch you lose.” she stated bluntly. And with her words, a jolt of that familiar cutthroat attitude surged through your body along with a little arousal that you ignored, pretending it was just adrenaline. 

“Oh you’re on.” you spat. What had Ellie Williams done to you? Just days ago you would have opposed such a scenario like sneaking over to play strip poker but her dangerously seeming presence was exhilarating to you. She was a drug you just couldn’t quit. And before you could even think twice, that drug was pulling out her playing cards and popping a mixtape ← into her old cassette player.

You grew quiet and the music grew loud as you anxiously waited for Ellie to shuffle the deck. She had a classic one with the red patterned backings. The cards slotted into each other as Ellie thumbed the split stack from bottom to top. It made a satisfying noise that repeated a few more times before she dealt them out between the two of you.

The rules were simple, each chip signified an article of clothing, whoever had the worst hand lost a chip and a little bit of dignity along with it. A stack of 4 old poker chips sat in front of you balancing on the ridges of the rug. 1 for your shirt, 1 for your shorts, and 2 for each sock. Ellie had the same. You could practically feel the sweat gathering on your brow as the game began. The first round was close, Ellie with a straight and you with 3 of a kind.

She quickly snatched up one of your chips before saying, “You lose!!” 

“This is just the first round, don’t get used to it.” you replied, peeling off your left sock. Quickly you placed your other foot on top of the now bare one, hiding it from Ellie like it was something to be embarrassed of. She took note of your behavior and clarified her intentions.

“You know, I don’t have a weirdo foot fetish if that's what you’re thinking.”

“Oh my god. Shut. Up. I don’t think that, I just don’t want you looking at my feet.” You turned your face away from her, putting your hand up theatrically. Your embarrassment amused Ellie.

“Just wait till you have to take your top off.” 

“That won’t be necessary.” You tried seeming confident in your reply but your face felt hot and your hands were clammy. You didn’t want to imagine being so exposed in front of Ellie. What if she doesn’t like it? Why did it matter if she did?

“Right, we’ll see how that goes…” Ellie’s voice trailed off, letting go of your stubborn ramblings. The game continued as so; round 2: you won, round 3: you won again, round 4: Ellie won. At this point there were no more socks to take off. Your stomach twisted and turned thinking of the next possibilities. Part of you wanted to give up and take off but the other part of you wanted to stay around and see what Ellie looked like without a shirt. This confused you.

During round 5 you could hardly focus, but luck was on your side when all Ellie could present was a pair against your straight, leaving you a winner. Without a second thought she crossed her arms grabbing at the hem of her tank. Her biceps flexed with motion as she pulled it over her head revealing a black sports bra. You stared unintentionally, mouth agape.

“Like what ya see?” Ellie remarked. Your cheeks flushed red and your head shot down into your lap like a reflex. 

“Relax, we’re just friends having fun. You can look.” she continued. Right… friends. You took a deep breath in trying to calm yourself. There was still more of the game to play and a craving for victory that lingered.

The next round was brutal leaving you with a measly high card, the worst hand you could get. Before Ellie even revealed her hand, your mind was at war deciding if you should remove your pants or shirt first. This felt like so much more than a simple game of cards with a friend. I mean here you were in front of half-naked Ellie, questioning if she was more of an ass girl or if she liked tits better. After your losing cards were revealed you took a pause, twirling a stray thread around your finger that you had pulled off the rug. Just as you were settling on pants Ellie interrupted.

“If- If you dont wanna, you don’t have to. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” Ellie was starting to feel guilty for roping you into her games. For her, this wasn’t about winning, it was about pleasure and that's what made her feel so bad. You were here to play poker and Ellie was just waiting to see what panties you wore that day. Such a perv. 

“NO,” your voice raised, halting Ellie’s skewed thoughts like your life depended on it. “I want to.” You stood up slowly trying to steady your shaky hands. Gently, your long fingers rimmed around the waistband of the shorts. Ellie sat criss-cross looking up at you like a god. The black spandex peeled off your wide hips and down your thighs at an agonizingly slow pace for Ellie. Finally reaching your knees they fell the rest of the way down, pooling at your ankles. The cool air tickled your pantie-clad privates, sending you back down to the warm spot you left on the floor.

Ellie couldn’t even speak. It was like a wet dream seeing you dressed in nothing but a crop top and some lacey, pink underwear. The heat between her legs was almost unbearable and she could feel as her slick seeped straight through the plaid boxers hidden under her sweats. Too busy with her downstairs, she failed to give you any sort of sign that would hint to the pleasure your body was giving her. You felt stupid for even wanting that from her and flipped to lay on your stomach trying to hide your nakedness. Without Ellie’s approval or encouragement you felt ashamed.

Wanting this moment of awkwardness to pass, you reached for more cards to continue to the next round. Ellie grabbed the deck before you could even reach it.

“Actually uh- we should just stop.” she said, not even able to make eye contact from how overwhelmed she was with lust. Of course, you didn’t know this and a downward spiral of thoughts began. Have you done something? Said something? What happened?

You stuttered out a “Wha- why?” Ellie continued staring down at her crotch. Her stupid crotch- that was the reason why. She knew that if she lost the next round, her sweatpants that shielded her from embarrassment would have to be removed. The large and growing wet spot of your doing was something Ellie refused to let you see. She assumed that if you were to ever discover the amount of arousal a friendly game of poker caused, you’d be disgusted and never speak to her again. 

“I just- I think you need to leave.” You blinked hard and fast, trying to swallow back any tears being provoked by Ellie’s response.

“So… I’m that ugly, huh?” you said, voice now shaking. You felt humiliated.

“No, no!! It’s not th-” 

“Save it Ellie,” you yelled, tears beginning to run down your cheeks. “This is the last time I let you make me out to be some loser idiot who falls for all your tricks! I am not ending up like all those stupid girls who you’ve fucked over!” You kicked open the swinging door taking one look back at Ellie. Her face was dumbfounded, confused, hurt. What were you saying? What was all that supposed to mean? She thought of chasing after you but knew it would be no use. You were too stubborn and upset to be talked to by Ellie, and it was quite clear that neither of you had realized what this game had meant to the other.

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[em-omer]

This is Not a Scam – Let Me Prove It

I completely understand if you’re hesitant to help because of the scams circulating these days, especially involving Gaza. Please know, my story is real, and I’m happy to prove it. If you’d like, I can provide you with a copy of my ID, and you can send any donations directly via Western Union using my name and ID number. If that still isn’t enough, I’m willing to arrange a video call to show you my family’s living conditions and the reality of life here in Gaza. Your trust means everything, and I want to reassure you that your support will truly help my family survive.

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A Plea for Help: The Masoud Family's Struggle for Survival in Gaza

My name is Saadiya, and my family has faced unimaginable horrors due to the ongoing conflict in Gaza. We lived a simple life in Jabalia, in northern Gaza, before the war turned our world upside down. Our home was bombed, and in an instant, everything we knew was destroyed.

My husband suffered severe injuries to his chest and legs during the bombing. He urgently needs to travel abroad for medical treatment, as his condition is critical. His physical wounds are devastating, but the psychological toll is equally unbearable. He is heartbroken, watching our family struggle to find food and medicine every day, feeling utterly helpless.

Our children—five-year-old twins Omar and Zein, and three-year-old Zeina—have been through unimaginable trauma. When our house was hit, Omar suffered a spinal injury after a pillar collapsed on him. We barely escaped the rubble with our lives and were forced to flee south, not knowing if my husband was alive or where he had been taken due to the severity of his injuries. For nearly a month, my children and I wandered, living on the streets, surviving on one meager meal a day, and sleeping wherever we could find a bit of shelter.

After a month of desperate searching, I finally found my husband at Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital. He was exhausted, still carrying shrapnel in his chest. However, due to the lack of medical equipment in Gaza, no hospital could perform the necessary surgery to save him. We now live together in a tent with three other families at an UNRWA school in Deir al-Balah, clinging to each other as we try to survive.

We are in dire need of help. My husband and son Omar urgently need pain relief medication, and all of us are suffering from skin diseases and rashes due to the lack of basic hygiene supplies like soap and shampoo. Our children are eating unhealthy canned food every day, and we desperately need fresh, nutritious food for them.

I am humbly asking for your help. Even a small donation can make a huge difference in our lives. Your kindness can help us secure the medicines, hygiene supplies, and food that we so desperately need. Please, from the bottom of my heart, I ask you to share our story and help in any way you can. Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to relief and gives us hope for a better tomorrow.

Please donate and share our story: https://gofund.me/42ba47b3

[dontworryihaveyourblorbos]

Fuck it, King Peppy analysis.

I see a *lot* of Peppy hate, and I get it, but I also have to break my silence. I really do not think he’s as bad as people say he is. In fact, I kind of like him! “But he lied about the strings!” “But he didnt rescue the snack pack!” “But he lied about Viva!”. And to that I say ladies and gentlemen, let me cook.

1. He lied about the strings. OF COURSE he did. Peppy knew three things: one, like Branch said, the strings coming together leads to fighting. Two, if Poppy knew there were other trolls, she’d immediately apply the cupcakes and rainbows and hugs method until they were besties. Three, the strings and ensuing fight+whatever Poppy was cooking would be too much for the tiny tiny Pop troll population to handle. They can’t fight, so they do what pop trolls do best, hide. That’s exactly what Peppy was trying to do. Next.

2. He didn’t go to rescue the snack pack in the first movie. First of all, mans is ancient. Second, someone needed to stay behind and watch the villagers while they were in Branch’s bunker. He’s not built for long ass physically intensive adventures, but he can run a village and hold authority and keep everything from being trashed completely, which he did. We can safely assume that the bunker was fine after the first movie and not completely destroyed, likely thanks to Peppy. If he hadn’t stayed behind and kept everyone in check, the place would have been uninhabitable. But nah, Peppy kept everyone safe and stable. Hell yeah brother.

3. He lied about Viva. Can you imagine how devastated Poppy would be to learn that she has a sister, only for that joy to be crushed when he has to tell her that said sister is dead? Poppy wouldn’t be able to let it go, especially with her longing to have a sister. Why make her mourn someone she doesn’t know when she doesn’t have to? Why give her that trauma when she, in all reality, is fine not knowing? Because even if it was messed up because she found out, before she found out Viva was alive she was…completely fine. And he said it himself, he was heartbroken. Pop trolls don’t process their feelings, they repress and sing a happy song a little louder than usual. How was Peppy supposed to heal from his own loss and sadness, only to then turn and inflict it on his only remaining daughter, while still in survival mode? He couldn’t. So he didn’t.

Look, I’m not saying King Peppy is perfect or that he didn’t make mistakes. I’m just saying that he did his best, and he’s not a bad character, person, or dad. He raised Poppy to be the amazing Queen she is, he brought his people out of a horrific and dangerous situation and kept them safe, and when he couldn’t protect them anymore he knew his limits and passed the torch on to his daughter while still supporting her, and he went to therapy and began to change his mindsets and heal from everything. He’s definitely not as bad as some people say he is.

One last thing I noticed about him while rewatching TBT. When a Pop Troll is happy, consistently, their ears stay pointed upwards. When a Troll is sad, their ears droop down. And if they’re sad or gray for long enough, their ears droop down permanently. (Cough cough see my Floyd and Branch ear post cough cough.)

Peppy’s ears are the only ones that just…stick out flat. Forgive me, I couldn’t find any good screenshots from tbt.

Not sad, not happy. To me, this means repressed. He wasn’t just chilling in the background like teehee I’ve made no mistakes ever :3. No, he didn’t like that he had to do those things. He had major trauma and probably a ton of issues he was hiding or repressing, and is only just now beginning to work through them. Why only now? Because he’s not in survival mode anymore. Poppy is queen, strings are destroyed, bergens are chilling, okay, now he can begin the healing process.

Sorry for the novel, but I just really like Peppy and I think a lot of people don’t cut him enough slack or give him enough credit. He’s doin his best.

[plague-karm]

Sonic 3 Spoiler Post Wheyyyyy

I’m gonna talk about literally everything so if you still haven’t seen the movie then scroll away, I will be adding images a week after this post goes up as well so yeah. This is NOT going to be well thought out at all it’s just going to be a ramble fest because why not shejsjjejejs

The fact that they made Live And Learn a song Maria wrote gives it SO much more meaning and a reason for the song to be included in the movie (besides fanservice lmao), a story line centred around the process of grief culminating with a grandiose reprise of a song made by the person one of the characters is grieving? CINEMA

The third act was incredible of course but god I wish they stopped going back and forth with the Robotnik stuff, the switch ups between the immaculate fight choreography and the slapstick bullshit really began to run its course and I was just waiting for peak to start again

Speaking of those fight scenes OH MY GOD THE FIGHT CHOREOGRAPHY IS SOME OF THE BEST THIS SERIES HAS EVER HAD IT WAS ON SOME DRAGON BALL TYPE SHIT. When Super Sonic and Super Shadow were beating the everloving fuck out of each other in different countries I was stimming like crazy

Knuckles is the unsung MVP of this movie and I’m so happy they got to show his character development in a really natural way, he’s really become a big brother figure for the other two and the way he tried to talk Sonic down after Tom almost died really got to me he’s come so far 🥹

When the trailer fakeout shot came up I was LOSING IT 😭

Also I want to know what the cinematographer was smoking because some of the shots in this thing are BEAUTIFUL, especially the ones in space (when Sonic and Shadow enter their super forms and go around like blazing comets I was going crazy)

The colour grading is a huge step up from the last two movies as well, you can tell the budget went up because the models here are stunning (especially Shadow’s)

I wish Live And Learn got to play a little longer but I’m just happy they included it either way (when the vocals came in so did I)

Agent Stone continues to be one of my favourite human characters in the entire series, I honestly wouldn’t mind them adding him to the games because his dynamic with Eggman is way better than whatever Orbot and Cubot have going on

They definitely listened to the critiques for the second movie as well because the human stuff has been very toned down and I honestly think it’s for the better (and this is coming from someone who actually really likes Rachel idk man she’s just fun)

I’m pretty satisfied with how they handled Gerald outside of the usual Jim Carrey shenanigans, portraying him as a madman so consumed by grief that he’s completely willing to let Earth and himself die out of pure spite was crazy, I saw someone say that this is how he’d act if he didn’t get executed 50 years ago and I can see that pretty clearly. I loved the glimpses of humanity we get of him as well (the way he referred to both Maria AND Shadow as “kids” in the flashback made me feel like he genuinely did care for him at that point and the death of Maria just threw him off the deep end)

The scene of Shadow and Gerald finding Maria’s body was DEVASTATING, the way Shadow didn’t know if she was dead at first and all it took was to see how heartbroken Gerald was to figure it out killed me 😔

Speaking of which they actually did a rewrite for Shadow’s backstory while keeping a lot of the same elements and I’m pretty happy with it for the most part, him coming to earth in a comet is black arms foreshadowing 100% and the flashbacks of him and Maria just hanging out and having fun like normal kids was really nice (the inclusion of the biolizard being the monster in the movie they were watching was really cool too I didn’t even notice that at first until someone pointed it out)

Despite these changes he was handled SO well, Keanu did a great job voicing him and to hear that he actually wanted to play the character made me so happy, it’s almost like getting people who give a shit about the source material is a really important factor of making adaptations succeed idk

The reason why Maria’s around though is kind of weak? She isn’t ill in this version and the only reason she’s in the lab is because Gerald takes her everywhere? That’s it? Why couldn’t they have said that he adopted her or something? (Or maybe her parents had an incurable illness that Gerald tried and failed to help with so he took her in after the fact idk)

Ben Schwartz popped OFF in the third act god I love it watching whimsical characters completely losing their shit after they’ve been pushed too far

The fact that the iconic “announcement” was changed to a tragic yaoi send off is beautiful, I hope Agent Stone comes back in future movies his dynamic with Tails was really cute

Pansexual Eggman is now canon we are so back

Loved the brief snippet of E.G.G.M.A.N, it played for five seconds but I was stimming anyway

The soundtrack is also a huge step up from the first two movies as well (also Throw It All Away is one of the song titles holy shit)

The post credits scene was PEAK I love Metal Sonic and Amy’s designs so much, Im really interested to see if it’ll be a loose adaptation of Sonic CD or it’ll be its own thing (maybe Amy and Metal are originally from the games’ bad timeline and that’s how Silver shows up later? I’m not sure, I just want Silver fans to get SOMETHING they’ve been fucking starving bro I feel bad for them 😭)

[burningred1989]

THE CONTRACT ENDS

A/N: Part 5 of “A Budding Connection”

Harry and Y/N’s happiness came to a devastating halt when Simon Cowell informed them their PR contract had ended.

PART 1: A Budding Connection

PART 2: The Shift

PART 3: Bridges to Mend

PART 4: Cracks in the Wall

MASTERLIST

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The months leading up to the end of the contract had been blissful for Harry and Y/N. Their PR relationship, initially forced, had blossomed into something deeply genuine. They were inseparable, not just for public appearances but in the quiet moments—Harry holding her hand under the table during group dinners, Y/N sneaking into rehearsals to surprise him with snacks, and the way they’d sit in Harry’s dressing room, sharing earbuds, as they listened to each other’s favorite songs. Simon, oblivious to the shift in their dynamic, only saw the skyrocketing publicity and the tabloids eating up their every move.

But the day Simon called them in changed everything.

Sitting in his sleek office, Simon leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Congratulations, you two. The PR arrangement was a massive success. The buzz you’ve generated has been phenomenal. But it’s time to wrap things up.”

Y/N’s heart dropped. She glanced at Harry, her face instantly pale. “Wrap things up?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Simon nodded briskly. “The contract is over. The narrative has run its course. You’ll both announce the breakup through your teams in a week, and we’ll transition to new opportunities.”

The weight of his words sank in, and Y/N’s eyes welled up. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head. Her breaths came in shallow gasps as tears began streaming down her face. Without thinking, she turned to Harry, burying her face in his chest. Harry’s arms came around her immediately, holding her protectively, his jaw tight as he fought to stay composed.

“Simon,” Harry began, his voice steady but laced with desperation. “We’re not just pretending anymore. This isn’t just PR. We’ve… we’ve actually fallen for each other. Please don’t do this.”

Simon’s brow furrowed. “Harry, you know how this industry works. This was always temporary. Staying together beyond the contract will only create complications for your careers. The fans move on, and so should you two.”

Y/N sobbed harder against Harry’s chest, her hands clutching his shirt as though letting go would shatter her completely. Her shoulders shook violently, and Harry tightened his hold on her, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Simon, I’m begging you,” Harry said, his voice breaking. “We can make it work. It doesn’t have to affect our careers—”

“Enough,” Simon interrupted firmly. “My word is final. You both knew what you signed up for.”

Harry’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Simon dismissed them. The couple left the office in silence, their world crumbling around them.

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The news broke a week later: “Harry Styles and Y/N End Their Relationship After a Year of Dating.” The official statements from their teams were clinical, thanking fans for their support but making it clear the breakup was mutual. Fans were heartbroken, flooding social media with old pictures and videos of the couple, dissecting every moment of their love story.

For Harry and Y/N, the separation was devastating. Y/N threw herself into her music, pouring her heartbreak into lyrics that painted a vivid picture of love lost. Fans speculated that some of the tracks in her album were about Harry, with lyrics that hinted at their stolen moments and bittersweet ending.

Harry wasn’t subtle either. His album featured tracks with raw, aching lines that mirrored Y/N’s heartbreak. Years after their breakup, they continued to write about each other, their albums littered with traces of their love story.

One of Y/N’s fans posted a theory online: “It’s like they’re still talking to each other through their music. They’re literally replying to each other.”

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Years passed, but neither Harry nor Y/N publicly moved on. At award shows, when they were in the same room, fans noticed the lingering glances and stolen moments of eye contact. Even though Simon had torn them apart, their love story lived on through their music, a reminder of what they had—and what they had lost.

A/N: One last chapter left…

PART 6: Every Breath You Take

[eyesaremosaics]

My heart is so heavy today. My father and I got in a huge fight. We may never speak again. He told me he will leave me nothing and spend all my inheritance. Essentially disowning me and writing me out of his will. All because he didn’t respect my request to keep his politics to himself.

Our country is so divided now. I’m devastated that my father chose his guns and his money over a relationship with me. He chose his selfishness over my future, over my human rights.

The world we live in scares me.

I’m heartbroken. My dad was my best friend… or so I thought. The loss is taking a serious toll on me. The other night I was suicidal for the first time in years…Thank goodness for good friends and good people who helped me. I’m better now, but still… this dull ache in my chest. All these songs I grew up listening to in the car with my dad growing up coming on the radio… in cars and random stores. I feel haunted by this.

He drank the kool-aide. I don’t believe in a two party system. I lean more towards socialism to be honest. Yet I know that man is a legit bad person. He should not be allowed to get away with any of the horrible things he’s done. His following is like a cult… and half my family is a part of it.

I am afraid for America. We need to mend its broken heart. But how? It feels like time running backwards.

Nothing makes sense anymore. And I miss my dad. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn’t he just leave it alone. It’s bad enough he made the choice, let alone reaching out to gloat and rub it in my face. Completely ignoring my request to not discuss politics. Neither of us were going to change the others mind, and our relationship to each other was too important to us to sabotage over this issue. Yet he broke his promise.

I just don’t understand. All I feel is numb. And I am very frightened.

[rainba]

I was wondering what would happen if like another person was flirting with darling? Like they know your OCs have a crush on darling and is trying to piss them off just because?

(Btw, LOVE your OCs! They are so cute! I wish they were plushies so I could squish them!)

-🇰🇷 anon (Is it ok if I be 🇰🇷 anon???)

(Awww,, TYSMM!!! I wish so badly they were plushies too, sobbb… I’ve tried looking everywhere on how I can get them custom made, but I’ve been completely out of luck >_<;;;;;. And yes, you can be 🇰🇷 anon!)

As is obvious, neither Kairos nor Luka would appreciate a person flirting with their darling >_<. I’m assuming this is before they’ve confessed their love to darling, so… That changes things up quite a bit~

If Kairos sees someone flirting with his darling, he’ll be absolutely heartbroken and devastated. He wishes so badly to stop the other person, but he can’t just walk up to the two of you and demand that they leave you alone...! No, he’d look like such a weirdo for that. So, what does he do instead...?

Well, his first instinct is to break down crying. (つω`｡) The memory of that other person flirting with you will replay in his head over and over again until he basically cries himself to sleep. He tries to forget about it the next day....

But, if the third person knows Kairos has a crush on darling and is trying to piss him off? Kairos won’t break down crying over that. No– he’ll seek revenge. (¯▿¯)

He’ll be too scared to directly confront the person, so he goes about it in other ways. Slashing the other person’s tire, sneaking a non-lethal amount of poison into one of their drinks, breaking into their house and putting hair dye/bleach into their shampoo so that they'll be too insecure to ever flirt with you again… Kairos dishes out whatever punishment he sees fit. ^^;;;;;;

As for Luka… He doesn’t react as strongly as Kairos, sort of. If it’s a complete stranger flirting with his darling, he’ll get upset, but he won’t do much of anything. It’s not worth his time to linger over it and get all worked up. ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

But if the person knows Luka has a crush on you, and flirts just to get under Luka’s skin? Oh, he’ll be mad. If it’s bait that’s being put out, Luka fully takes it. He balls his hands into tight fists as he grits his teeth in rage, almost impressed by the sheer audacity of the other person to try and fuck with him like this... >_<

((To be honest, Luka is basically getting a taste of his own medicine… Mr. “I like to see how darling reacts.”)) ( ˙꒳​˙ );;;;

So, later on that night, Luka will most definitely be paying the other person a visit… And will make them sincerely regret their actions. (o˘◡˘o)

((Also, I totally didn't answer this entire ask while thinking that you meant Kairos and Luka were already with darling... I totally didn't delete the entire response and start over once I reread the words "crush on darling". 😭))