#and like. I'm going to cry I wish it wasn't like this :'(

[lailols]

Kai's Pretty Girlfriend [1]: Step One

Hueningkai x Reader, eventual OT5 x Reader

Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), hyuka is a little mean but in a sweet way?, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom hyuka, sub reader, unprotected sex, a bit of dub con (peeping toms and doing the deed with a 'sleeping' person nearby), a bit of kink negotiation

Kai thinks, all things considered, he started off the plan subtle enough. If having you sit so prettily on your knees for him in the living room can be considered subtle. To be fair, the dorm is currently empty. He didn't even really plan to start it today, just wanted to feel your mouth around him instead of watching the anime you put on. But, progress waits on no man, or whatever the saying is.

"You're always so good for me, sweetie," He says petting your head. "Letting me use your mouth in the living room when anyone can walk in."

He watches you for a reaction, but you have none. Hm. He's not too surprised. You always get a little floaty when you've got him in your mouth. Usually, he's content to let you work your magic. Letting you lick and kiss around him at the start before lowering yourself onto him while fondling his balls. But today he has a goal in mind. So he pulls your hair to get you off him and tries again.

"Baby, I'm talking to you." He says with that gentle reprimanding tone. "Aren't you going to listen to me?"

"'m sorry Kai." You look up at him with wide eyes, pawing at his thighs and refraining from taking him back inside your mouth.

"It's okay, baby." He says, pulling your hair again just to get a reaction. And a reaction, he gets. Sweet tears pool in your eyes at the smallest pain. "I know you get a little dumb when you have a cock in front of you."

"Wha-" You sniffle. "What'd you say?"

"I said that you're so good for letting me use your mouth when anyone could walk in."

"It's okay, I trust you." Is your only reply. And while it does warm Kai's heart that you have such unwavering trust in him, it wasn't quite the reaction he was hoping for. He just hums at your answer and guides you back down his length, sighing in pleasure when you gag from taking too much but don't pull away.

He holds you there for a bit and then lets you continue on your own. His feels a tingle of pride (and pleasure) when you manage to take him all the way down despite the diffculty. He thrusts a bit just to see you struggle and wipes the tears from your face, cooing at you.

"So good, baby." He purrs. "You'll take everything I give to you, right?"

You hum in agreement and then stop moving, letting Kai thrust as he wishes and gulping down his load when he finishes. He pulls you back up to wipe the drool and tears from your face and then returns the favor to you afterward. The guys don't get home until you're both cuddled up on the couch a while later (sadly). He doesn't let this first (semi) fail deter him though.

<3

The second time is kind of subtle and also an accident. He completely forgot that Yeonjun was going to return his charger to him since he used it after leaving his at the company. But can you really blame him when his attention is on the pretty girl spread out on his lap for him to use as he wants? He's only human.

Only human but right about now, you wouldn't be surprised if he were a devil cosplaying as an angel. He has his legs hooked over yours to keep you spread out for him. Giving him all the space he needs to abuse your pussy. He does this every so often, doing these 'checkups' which really just means he wants to finger you until you pass out or he has to stop before Taehyun comes back into the room, whichever comes first.

You've had two? three? orgasms already and you're currently crying with your head leaned back onto his shoulder. He always likes to push how much he can get out of you before you tap out, but you never do. It's really your fault if you really think about it. You trust Kai with your heart and body so fully, he gets a little drunk on the power you so willingly give him.

He's currently pumping two fingers into you roughly while his thumb makes a home on your clit. His other hand playing with your sore nipples. You sound oh so pretty with your little whimpers from his constant abuse. He almost doesn't notice the crack in the door getting wider, almost.

He tries to not let it show that he knows someone's there but quickly takes this in stride like the sign from heaven that it is and starts rambling. "My pretty girl, so dumb already and I haven't even put my dick in you yet." He presses a kiss to your neck. "What am I gonna do with you, hm?"

You can't even respond just shifting your head to meet his lips in a kiss before you pull away to let out some more moans.

"Sweet thing, you're being so loud." He gently reprimands, though he quickens his pace. "It's almost like you want someone to come see me take you apart like this."

The only thing you can get out is little 'ahs'. Pretty head filled with nothing but fluff as you let Kai break you down to nothing knowing he'll put you back together again later. You continue on like that until you're nearly on the edge, then you can muster some words. Only because you know that if you don't ask, Kai won't let you finish.

"Kai! Hyu-Hyuka! 'm gonna come!" You cry out. "Please, please, let me. I've been so good. Please."

"Hmmm, I don't know." Kai pretends to contemplate before he look to the door to meet Yeonjun's eyes. "What do you think?"

You, obviously, take it as Kai asking you and hurry to babble out pleas, but Yeonjun's eyes widen and he hesitates on a step. Kai tilts his head and pouts while asking again, "Should I?"

A slight nod from Jun is all it takes for Kai to bring his hand down from where it was toying with your nipple to smack your clit. You promptly jerk and come with a shout, whimpers starting up again when he doesn't stop his assault on your poor cunt.

"Please! Too much!" You cry, your hips bucking not knowing if you want more or want to get away. He pins you down with his free arm, continuing his motions.

"One more, baby," Kai says with another kiss on your neck. "Give me one more and we'll be all done, okay? I know you can."

It takes barely a swipe to your clit for you to let go one more time, completely slumped against Kai as you catch your breath. When Kai looks to the door again, Yeonjun is gone but his charger is left resting in the gap.

<3

The third time really is an accident and is definitely not subtle at all. He makes it back from a long day of filming with the guys and just wants to sleep. He went into his room to find you asleep on his bed and smiled, leaving a kiss on your head. He sits in his chair while the others are in the shower, and when Taehyun returns he gets up to go take his own.

He intended to come back and pull you to his chest to get some sleep like his roommate is but the minute he lifts the covers that thought leaves his head. Honestly, all thoughts leave his head. You're not even wearing anything particularly sexy. Just one of his shirts and some panties. Maybe he just thinks you're sexy. Yeah, that sounds right.

He should be used to this, you wear this all the time when you sleep over, but every time he sees you like this it feels like the first time. Can you really blame him? Is it so wrong to be so in love that he gets a boner in both his heart and his dick when he sees you wearing his clothes? He doesn't think so.

He's about to relinquish himself to the shower to rub a quick one out when you flip over as if you sensed him and smile sleepily. What was he meant to do after that? Not have his way with you? Be serious.

"Oh, sweetie, you've gotta be quiet, remember?" Kai reminds you, looking up with a mocking pout. "Tyunnie's gonna hear you if you keep being so loud."

"Sorry- 'm sorry Kai." You whimper, stopping your movements above him. "You just feel so good."

"I know, baby." He says squeezing your hips once, twice, spurring you back in motion. "Should I help you out?" One of his hands travels from your hips to your mouth tapping. You don't resist him slipping two fingers inside. You never do. You don't think you can.

You should've known that Kai wasn't that sweet. Even though he looks at you with a soft smile and prods oh so gently at your tongue, at first. Just when you think he's going to leave his fingers there to muffle your sounds, he slips his fingers in further, further and suddenly you're gagging around them.

"Sweet thing, that's not quiet." He tuts at you as if he didn't cause your reaction. "It's almost as if you want him to hear."

You whimper, clenching around him.

"Oh? Isn't that something?" He smirks at you, removing his fingers from your mouth to cradle your cheek, making sure he leaves a mess behind. "You want Tyunnie to hear you using me for your pleasure, hm? Wanna show him how good you can be?"

You nod and then quickly fix your mistake, whispering a yes.

"I can't hear you, baby." He moves his grip to your throat to pull you so you're chest to chest. "Can you say that again?"

"Yes." You say burying your face into his neck. He's quick to pull you up and tsks at you in disappointment.

"Can you say it for me? You're not so cock drunk that you can't talk to me, are you?" He knows how you react to his words- how you react to him. How can he expect this? Tears well up in your eyes.

"I- I want Tyun to hear us. Wan-" You choke around a sob. "Wan' him to hear me."

And oh, he likes the sound of that a bit too much. Kai knows that it was his goal to get this to happen, to get you to admit your desires but he didn't think it would rile him up as much as it does. He gives you a smirk and pulls out to switch positions, shoving you face-first into the mattress so he can show you how that makes him feel.

"Let's give him a show then, yeah?"

Everything happens so fast from there. You know that Kai said he wanted to give Tae a show but you wouldn't be surprised if everyone in the building could hear you. The sound of his hips hitting yours and your moans reverberate around the room, and you'd be more embarrassed if you weren't getting the best fuck of your life right now.

You can't really focus on anything, but Kai can. And if he sees some odd movements under his friend and roommate's blanket, then that's no one's business but his.

<3

Kai should've expected you to catch on sooner or later. You guys are on the same wavelength most of the time and being together four years means you've explored a lot of kinks with each other. Hell, you took each other's virginity and shaped the other into something of a perfect bedroom partner. So whenever you want to try something new, there's usually a lot of talk beforehand. Kai springing out with a new kink is not unheard of, but the fact that he hasn't talked about it was ringing some bells, so you sit him down.

"So...." You start off standing in front of him.

"So...?" He leads shifting a bit on his bed to get comfortable. "What's up? Why does this feel like an interrogation?"

"It's not, don't worry," You say with a smile. "I just wanted to talk."

"Talk about?" Kai probes again, tilting his head.

"Well," You move over to sit next to him. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Not particularly, no." He turns to face you and you do the same.

"Okay, well, recently you've been saying some things while we, y'know." You're fumbling. It's not your fault though! Kai usually leads these conversations and you don't really know how to approach it without wanting the Earth to open up and swallow you.

"Yeah? Like what?" He asks trying to hold back a smile. Now you know he's just being a little asshole.

"Y'know, saying things about people walking in on us or watching us while we, y'know."

"I have, does that make you uncomfortable?" He asks seriously.

"No, it doesn't. I just never knew you were into that." To be fair he didn't either, but learning that your friends want to fuck and possibly date your girlfriend changes a man.

"Let's just say it was a recent development. How do you feel about it?"

"I think it's kind of... hot?" You start out strong but pull back into a whisper.

"Really?" Kai asks excitedly.

"Yeah. I like the idea of people knowing how good you make me feel. How good we make each other feel."

"So you're down to try out some things with me?"

"Of course I am, if I wasn't I would've talked to you about it before."

"That's my girl." Kai cheers inside of his head. Step One is a success! And if he celebrates by fucking you six ways to Sunday, no one can blame him. It's hard work to bring six people together, he deserves a reward, alright?

And with that step one is a wrap! Hopefully, you liked it! I've never written smut before but I tried my best! I'm currently still brainstorming for chapter 2 but chapter 3 is like 80% done.

How do you think the guys will react to this change? We know Kai sucks at it but will he try and be subtle again? Or as subtle as you can be while fucking your girlfriend in a house with four other guys.

[a41-i-finally-caved]

JJ and PTSD and why 4.10 was a slap in the face

Okay. so. Here's my issue.

(there will be a ton of cursing because I'm fucking pissed.)

JJ's ENTIRE FUCKING ARC has been him feeling like he's worthless, like he's somehow inherently evil, that he "deserves" the things that happen to him, that everything's all his fault. That he should be killed saving his friends because that's all he's fucking good for.

And that? That's not a JJ-exclusive thought pattern. That's what happens to your brain when you're a CHILD and a fucking grown ass man instills that in your head. Whether physical and verbal abuse like they showed in canon, or childhood sexual abuse like what's happened to me and many, many others. An adult shows you that you're not worth shit compared to them, and since you, again, are a child, you fucking believe them. Adults teach you about the world, and kids are good fucking listeners.

So you grow up knowing down to your guts that you don't belong on this earth, you don't own your body, you don't deserve the space you take up. Any of y'all confused by JJ's bullshit?? Well there you go. That's the very basic assumption he's working off of: he's dead, been dead for years, so what the fuck's it matter what he does? It doesn't.

(I don't know how to express that screaming lack of existence to those with an inherent understanding of their own worth and right to living but the closest I can get is this. You look at yourself and understand that no matter what actions you take, you are wrong on a soul-deep level and there's nothing you can do about it.)

Here's the thing. It's all bullshit. And it takes so much fucking effort to believe that, and some days you don't but you trust that you will tomorrow or the next day or the next. That's called healing. That's called living.

Because the only way past this is time and support and fucking proving with every breath that no. Fuck you. I deserve to be here. I deserve to get old. To cry. To weep. To fucking dance on a dock because you finally made a home. That you deserve to LIVE.

And S4E10 just declared no; you don't. JJ was too damaged to give him any other ending. Even Kie couldn't fix him. The best he could hope for was dying in the dirt with someone he loved. Oh look he gave up the crown! He was happy in the end! He had his wish! He loved her!!

Yeah well sorry to bust the 'isn't it all so tragic' circle jerk, but no. It's not fucking poetic. Or beautiful. Or God-fucking-forbid romantic. It's shit.

Because JJ Maybank was never real, but they chose to highlight the very much real pain I and others struggle with using his story. And then they told me that struggle ends with death...because how else could it end?

Just because y'all can't imagine living his life and going on, and going on, and going on, and not fucking killing yourself doesn't mean the rest of us aren't looking down that path every day and deciding to break those lies in one moment of existence after another.

The showrunners missed that.

If they wanted to finish JJ's arc? It wasn't saving Kie, or finally having some 'realization', or sacrificing himself for his friends. It wasn't some short but meaningful life.

JJ needed to fucking live to prove that he deserved it. End of story.

Thanks for the slap.

[inkyquince]

I'm going to make fun of so many peoole who don't like veilguard. Because....

Veilguard is the spiritual successor to Dragon Age 2

Inquisition is more like Origins, and I would call it the spiritual successor if it wasn't sufficiently lacking in other areas

Now there are dumb fucks out there who only like origins or only like inquisition. It's their entire personality when it comes to dissecting the dragon age games.

I like dragon age a lot because each game is a different genre. Origins is depression melodrama. 2 is a comedy that loves to stop and punch you in the gut every now and then, and shows the prime time when your friends are more your family than blood is. Inquisition is... A political thriller that happens to have magic (and the ugliest graphics. Bruh why is everyone but like three people so deep in the uncanny valley. Why is combat boring). Veilguard is getting to see what it feels like to inherit a situation outside of your control, it's more like an underdog story.

"it has cringy dialogue" and you don't remember origins? You think bioware doesn't dish out cringy dialogue for each game?

"the art style-" is STYLISED. Origins is good looking for graphics that feel outdated for 2009. But it's not realistic looking. 2 had it's budget slashed viciously so it does look wonky especially with their cameo characters. Inquisition, as I've said, feels deeply ugly because there is nothing stylised about it. They went for realistic and now everyones inquisitor is kinda ugly, sorry. People enter the uncanny valley, they always look better in concept art. The three prettiest people we have is Dorian, Cassandra and Josephine. Everyone else enters the uncanny valley of WEIRD looking. It's busted and I'm sorry. Veilguard? Fuckin stellar stylisation. The art, the environments, the magic, is so goddamn pretty.

"you cant control your compa-" yes you can. You can make them attack. Why are you sad about missing out on inquisitions boring combat where you press R. Wow. Amazing.

People have rose tinted glasses for these games. Play them from the first to the last game and I'd say veilguard is FULLY one of the best. I saw some loser on tiktok scream about the iron bull's signature being EXPLAINED in text and not shown?? Saying 10 years and for what?

10 years for a play through, start to finish, took me 55 hours doing ALL of the quests and exploring. From the amazing character creator and the hair physics that inquisition, 2 and origins could never make work. From the beauty of the backgrounds, how each location feels deeply lived in, compared to inquisition where new environments felt plastic and not real. For a finale that had me crying for 20 minutes at the choices I made and knew would make again. For the reveals, for the conversations, for the natural ending for Solas. I only cried in origins after my warden died. I teared up at Hawkes mother dying. Inquisition got no tears from me.

I'm sorry that you're hung up on small details. I have complaints too. Maybe a better fantasy term for trans and non-binary, but honestly the conversations that we're able to have about them? Deeply lovely. I personally wish that one day we can go back to the origins start, where we spend around 20 minutes IN our origin and then go frolicking. I'd kill to see that with the mourn watcher and crow origin so we can be excited when we see them again when we revisit the important NPCS. Personally do want the Lucanis romance to kick off earlier in the game, but he is one of the hardest ones to romance for good reason and it made sense for the character. I miss importing decisions but to be fair, the choices I made in origins wouldn't have shown up that much in veilguard, except maybe Kieran being in the background of some scenes at a stretch, but mostly for inquisition and Hawke. Varric obviously sees a lot of Hawke in Rook (just look at the dialogue wheel) and I wish we got to hear Isabella talk about them.

But these are so little. I have way more complaints about inquisition but I will still play it. I can acknowledge the flaws but if you hold it, or origins on a pedestal, that's just embarrassing for you, that you're stuck on a game, instead of being stuck on the series, in an excellent fantasy setting that keeps being expanded on.

Veilguard let's us say goodbye to Solas in the best way. There was NEVER going to be a happy end for him. Stop deluding yourself that the inquisitor and Solas would have rode off into the sunset. It's frankly embarrassing that themes from inquisition and veilguard flew over your head if you beloved that.

I've seen this same anguish over a sequel and it was for 2, after origins. Now 2 isn't the perfect game. It doesn't even have a proper title. But 2, a decade later, is well loved. It's full of jank, it's got strange coding, but the story has a lot of love. But it wasn't origins, so fans wailed and pissed. But it's a fan favourite these days and Hawke is deeply beloved and remembered fondly to the point that the possibility of their death in inquisition made an impact.

So, basically, get over yourself. None of these games are perfect and yes it took 10 years but I love it. I get to play as a crow for the first time, a faction I've loved since Zevran was able to rizz himself out of being killed. You can play as a Warden again, for the first time since Origins. Griffins are back and they're adorable. Their quest is heart breaking and anxiety inducing. You can play as new factions, ones we didn't fuck around with before, the shadow dragons, the mourn watchers, the veil jumpers. We get several amazing romances, that feel in character. Everyone is bisexual again but have clear preferences. Bellara has a preference for women, Emmerich has a preference for men, Lucanis has Never being in relationship. Taash and Harding might get together, Lucanis and Neve might get together. We get a companion that's trans, we GET to be trans for the first time. In inquisition we have krem but the developers never thought we would want to be trans, so I will happily take what we can get. Could it be better? Always. But I'm not stuck in 2014.

Take off your rose tinted glasses and go fuck that old man and maybe you'll lighten up.

[gyratingpresley]

You're mine.

Pt 2

Warnings: Austin being aggressive, and protective, smut, Asshole Austin/a little corrupt, Austin Butler x reader, some angst???. Sorry it took so long. Enjoy babies xx

A week had passed since Toms party, you were sitting in Austins study, watching as he paced the floor yelling into his phone. "I don't give a fuck! You get me that fuckin' prick here now!" He chuckled darkly to the persons response, "Oh you'll fuckin' get him, you'll get him alright." Austin was wearing a newly ironed polo shirt and white dress pants, his hair freshly styled, you on the otherhand sat there in your pink babydoll nightgown. Standing up, you fix Austin a drink at his minibar, pouring a little bit of rum into a glass, then finally filling it up with coke. "Here, baby." You say softly, handing the stressed man his drink.

"Thank you, dollface."

His fingers were covered with rings as they usually were, but a flash of gold that adorned his neck caught your eye, TCB. You smiled to yourself, his favorite necklace. Austin sipped at the drink, his jaw flexing as he thought things over and over.

"So what was that about, Austin?"

He groaned, placing his drink down.

"Nothing important."

You huffed, crossing your arms like a child.

"Not important? You seem pretty tense." He pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing you would stop talking. "Austin, baby, talk to me."

"Fuck! I don't want to talk about it!" He throws his glass at the wall beside you, it breaking into tiny shards, some pricked your feet, causing you to wince. His eyes watered as he sunk to his knees. Your husband hasn't been known to cry, but you love it when he talks to you and lets it all out. "Hey, hey, Austin, tell me what's wrong." You kneel down to his level, pulling his head to your chest. "Don't ever leave me." He sniffled into your chest. Your eyebrows knotted together, "What are you talking about?" Your words soft and tender. His tears leaked onto your skin, the warm liquid traveling down your collar bone.

He wiped his tears, looking back up at you. "I don't want a repeat of last week." He sighs, eventually bringing you to stand with him.

Now you understand. This was about Walt, the man who kept you entertained last week, the GAY man. "For fuck sakes Austin! He was gay!" You avoided all the broken shards of glass as you walked out of the office. Austin followed close behind, he was hot on your heels. The hardwood floors were cold, feeling like shards of ice against your feet. "Y/n! You get back here!" He boomed. You whipped around, crossing your arms, "Who was the so called 'prick' you needed." The words rolled off your tongue, the tone sending a shiver down your own back. Austin stood a little over a meter away from you, his tear stained cheeks burning red with anger. "No one." He bit out. The sun streamed through the celling to floor curtains, his blonde hair glistening. You felt like clawing at your throat just to get air. "Who was it." Austin walked a little closer.

"Wal-."

You groaned cutting him off, "I'm not doing this, he was gay! It was just dancing." His hands curled around your waist, pulling you into him.

"What does that matter? You're mine." He growls into your ear, nipping it slightly. You push him as you tried to move away from him. "No Austin, stop i-" He kissed you, one hand groping your ass and the other cupped your face, "Austin! Please stop, we need to talk this out." You mumbled against his lips. He backed you against the hard wall pulling up your nightgown, his fingers then tracing down your bare stomach, you banged at his chest, "Austin!" Your hands felt as if they barely touched him, he yanked down your panties, the delicate lace tearing at the seams. All you could hear was Austin's heavy breathing as he undid his belt. He couldn't do this, he couldn't avoid things with sex. "Baby! Sex is not going to fix this right now!" You cupped his face, forcing him to look up at you, his eyes dark with lust and a hint of pain. You knew he wasn't going to stop, once he starts he never stops. Picking you up, he angled his tip with your entrance, precum already leaking. He looked up at you as he slowly pushed in, your lips parting, Austin smiled slyly. As soon as he bottomed out you moaned.

Austin slowly and steadily began to pull out and then push all the way back in again, taking his frustration out on your pussy. Each thrust said something different, one saying, "What does it matter he was gay?" Then the next says,"I won't let you leave me."

You moaned again, reaching down to toy with your swollen clit, it buzzed with anticipation. First the circles you drew were slow, but as Austins pace increased the circles grew faster and bigger. He clung onto you like you were about to slip away, like a wormhole was going to suck you into another universe. "You're never gonna leave me. You belong to me." He huffed out as he kissed you. Leaning your head against the wall you groaned, feeling him inside your pussy, arching you back and taking him even deeper. "Oh fuck! That's the spot. That's the fucking spot!" You squealed, letting him plow into you. "This pussy is so perfect, it's like it was made for me." Those words tasted like honey coming from his mouth. You kissed him sloppily, and he parted your lips with his tongue, shoving it in. Your tongue moved against his as he groaned into your mouth, the whole word crumbled away.

"I'm going to fuckin' cum! Goddammit!" He yelled out, grasping your hips, now ramming into you. Your skin clapped together, which just fueled his lust.

"Ah! Ha!" You yelped as he rutted his hips into you, taking full control.

You gasped as he fucked your tight cunt as hard as he could, you found your own release soon enough, moaning as you arched your back more, riding out the high. Austin spanked your ass as he rode out his own climax, his seed covering your walls. His orgasm felt like euphoria. He swore he could see stars.

Now you were silent, nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing, his head leaning against your chest as you stroked his back.

It was the next morning, you were lying in bed asleep, all spent, Austins cum leaking from your sore pussy, purple marks covering your inner thighs, neck and breasts. Clothes discarded of the floor, hair all tousled and knotted. Austin lay next to you, smirking. He was surprised you were asleep so soundly, apposed to the rounds he had been putting you through all night. His mind kept flitting through the memories of the moments you forgot your own name or when you would scream out his. He thought about how deep inside you pussy his cock could go, how your clit was just begging to be taken care of. Austin looked towards the handcuffs that were thrown to the bottom of the bed. He rubbed a finger over his bottom lip. The way your wrists were stuck about your head, God. How vulnerable you were, all for him. Mrs Austin Butler, he chuckled to himself, imagining all the ways he could have you again. For some reason, the sight of you all splayed across the bed, ignited a little spark inside of him. He leaned over, brushing his nose along your neck. "Wake up, baby." He hummed, kissing the marks. You shuffled around in bed, eventually opening your eyes. "Mr Butlers hungry..." He pouted. You sat up, rolling your eyes. "Austin! Your cum is still leaking out of me, what are you talking about." He chuckled crawling in between your legs. You moaned as he licked a stripe down your folds, taking one lip into his mouth, then the other. You leaned back against the pillows, his tongue began to work your clit, sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Ah!" You squealed. "Fuck, Austin, I can't, mm'to sore." He kissed your clit, looking up at you. "You can do it, little girl." In went one finger, then another, and Oh! One more... "Three! Austi-!" You cut yourself off, moaning loud enough the whole of the neighborhood could hear. "Oh yes, that's it, fuck, right there!" You yelped as he ate you out while his fingers fucked you. "Cum on my fingers baby, you can do it." He encouraged you, your orgasm rose to its peak, finally you let go and came undone of his fingers. With one last suck in your clit, he took his fingers out and replaced them with his erect cock. Shoving it in. You jolted, "Holy fuc-" He flipped you around, forcing you down onto his lap.

"Ride that dick." He growled, moving your hips.

You did as you were told, beginning to grind on him, forcing his cock deeper. You placed your hands on his toned chest, bouncing your ass on his dick. Austin grunted as he smacked your ass, leaning you to kiss your breasts. He took one of the rose buds into his mouth, sucking on it. You bounced on his cock, moaned as he filled you to the hilt. The coil tightened in your stomach as he took over, ramming his hips into you. By the looks of it he knew you were close, taking his fingers and rubbing your pussy. "Go on, baby, cum for me."

His words set you off, you parted your lips, groaning as his thrusts slowed down. He reached out for his own orgasm, pumping his cock into a few more times before he spilled into you for the thousandth time. He pulled you off him, watching as you fell limp against the bed. Austin smiled, satisfied with his own work.

"So, learned your lesson now?" He hummed as he stood up to find you a fresh pair of panties. He was being unreasonable. First off, it happened a week ago, and he was married to a guy no less.

You spoke quietly. "He was gay."

Austins eyes darked.

"And you're mine, what's your point?"

Thank you for being patient babies, here's the awaited part 2! It's probably the last part, but if enough people want a part 3, I will consider it 👀

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[icepip]

͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏on goodbyes.

i've been thinking about this for a while and it feels like the right choice for me, but i'm going to be leaving this blog and probably writing in general. i just don't feel happy anymore and that joy that i used to experience being here has shifted into guilt and leads me into depression.

it feels a bit silly to write this all out in all honesty, but i hate the idea of never explaining my absence. similar to my old blog, icepip will stay up as an archive so that what i've posted isn't lost, but it won't be updated anymore. i apologize for all the asks i've left unanswered, for all the stories i said i would write and share. it wasn't my intention but i simply can't continue to write.

i've never thought that i was good at writing but the need to express my ideas outweighed that lack of confidence. i wrote because i thought my ideas were worth sharing, even if it didn't sound the best. now, the scales have shifted too much and i can't find the drive to even try to put words on the screen. i just get stressed and upset and convince myself that it's not worth it. and that has gotten far too tiring for me to deal with.

logging in and seeing my mutuals and others i follow post and write and share, it fills me with such guilt that i can't be like that, too. i don't have the energy to read, i don't have the energy to engage. instead of getting inspired by others like i used to, i find myself slipping into depressive spirals.

i truly wish that i could write or even just simply exist here but it hurts to try to. i hope one day, i'll be proven wrong and i can come back, that the idea of being here doesn't make me want to cry. that i'll be able to write and share again. but i'm not going to hold my breath for it. i know myself too well, i know i give up and move on far too easily and i fear that this is what's happening now.

but thank you to everyone who was nice to me. who supported me and commented and reblogged my posts. who sent asks and engaged with me. thank you for bringing me joy and making me feel like i belonged. i truly, truly, appreciate everything you did.

and i'm sorry for everything i left unfinished, but i hope that if you followed me — whether for a short or a long time — that you enjoyed your time here. maybe one day our paths will cross again.

[sbocconichilista]

"I am a warrior, but maybe this is not my fight."

[WWDITS S6EP5 SPOILERS!!!]

Just finished episode 5, and you can bet your ass I have some shit to say. As it is something I've already discussed and like analyzing, I'll go on about the Nandermo situation for now, but I'd like to talk about other topics too, maybe in another post.

This episode was a rollercoaster, and I think all my worries are now at peace (at least the one regarding Nandor's growth). I imagined that Nandor was just about to throw another ginormous tantrum about the stupidest of the things, but I was positively surprised when I saw his attitude towards the situation: he honestly had valid reasons to be angry, reasons I didn't even think about at first, but they came to me as a slap in the face as Nandor spoke, as I can imagine they did to Guillermo. Obviously, the solution wasn't war, but I can see why he would react like this. He was a warrior, after all.

"You live a thousand years, and you think you know what betrail is, what horror is, but then, in a single instant, you find out you haven't the slightest idea of what men is truly capable of."

This is what he says. And although it seems so extravagant and exaggerated, his pain is real. He was so sure about Guillermo's loyalty, not because he expected it as a Master, but as a friend, as a companion, given that he has always been loyal to him: "I may have done a lot of things, Guillermo, but I never got rid of you". He's right when he says so, and honestly I, as probably Guillermo, never really realized how much has probably costed Nandor to protect Guillermo from the vampire world, how much he risked to keep him safe. He really has done a lot for him, and he also finally addresses his mistakes.

Nandor felt betrayed and this time I can do nothing but agree with him. Guillermo tries to justify it all saying that it's the "human world way", but Nandor was human too, and the type of loyalty he shared with his comrades he expected from Guillermo: this makes me understand how he really perceives him in his life. He feels bonded to him, and reserved fidelity to him; not always respect or recognition, but fidelity yes.

Still, I agree with Guillermo about some points. At first he sees the whole thing as another big absurdity came out from Nandor's neediness and I can't blame him for having been prejudiced (i was myself), but then he understands how hurt Nandor felt.

Although, as he said in the previous episode, maybe this thing between the two of them isn't meant to be: he now has a new purpose, and he invites Nandor to start healing and find a new one too.

"I am a warrior, but maybe this is not my fight" it's with this statement that Nandor finally aknowledges that he needs to let it go too. The relationship between them started with all the worst moves, and it can't go any further without continuing to inflict wounds to both of them.

When Nandor tells Guillermo to go away using Alexa, these lyrics are used: "get out, right now, it's the end of you and me", and I'm starting to think it could really be like it says. Maybe Nandermo will never happen, and maybe it's for the best. Still I keep my hope close, and I wish that all of this was just a big demolition to build a new foundation for a stronger and healthier relationship, but I won't bet too much on it.

This episode was a huge statement fr. I feel like I've left out so many details, but I guess if something comes up to my mind, I'll just post about it later. Also, I wrote all of this as fast as I could, so please forgive me if you've encountered some errors.

"When one is burned, one feels most at home among the ashes" said Nandor, and I think I'll do the same and go cry about this while re-watching the whole series 😔.

[gguk-n]

Chapter 3- Caught in the Act

A+ in Pretend Love (Lando Norris x Reader)

Series Masterlist

Summary- If you asked Zak Brown, he would advice never to store confidential contracts on the cloud. If you asked Lando, he would tell you to not fall in love with your fake fiance. If you asked Y/N, she would tell you to never date a famous person even if it's not real.

While Lando was being coached by his best friend to confess his love to his fake fiance; Zak's cloud was being hacked in hopes of finding some dirt on McLaren or their CEO ad black mail but they didn't expect to hit the jackpot. Their contract was valid for 3-4 more months and the plan was to slowly ease Y/N out of Lando's life and say that things didn't work out because of their busy schedule.

What no one anticipated was they would wake up on Saturday morning to both their face plastered all over the news with the contract they had signed. The media was calling them all sorts of things from trying to fool them to trying to fool an entire country. There were people who had tracked her down and were not waiting outside Y/N's house in hopes of talking to her or at her work. She had to take leave from work since her professors were speaking ill of her. She couldn't imagine having to go back for her PHD programme. The worst were the fans; the name calling, the hate; it was all directed towards her as if McLaren were saint's in all of this. Lando also bore the brunt of a major chunk of the hate.

Zak just texted them telling them not to talk to anyone and to stay hidden till it all died out. Y/N wouldn't even talk to Lando at this point because she was so angry and hurt and didn't want to direct her anger towards him when it wasn't even his fault. She was sat bawling her eyes out at all the mean things the people were saying about her. It made her life extremely difficult, something she hadn't imagined happening.

Lando was a mess; McLaren told the media that Lando wouldn't be answering any question other than the race and if they asked any personal questions, he just walked away; adding fuel to the fire. The drivers were also gossiping among themselves. "No wonder she suddenly showed up. It was all a rouse" George whispered. "I mean I get why McLaren would do that, with Lando's antics" Alex reasoned. But as soon as they would spot Lando, they would stop whispering. "If you guys are gonna talk about my relationship" he said in animated quotation marks, "do it in front of me. I'll answer all your questions" he huffed and walked away, clearly hurt by his friends. Racing while it felt like his world was falling apart was proving to be very difficult. All his calls and messages to Y/N would fall on deaf ears and it was messing with him even more. He just needed to know that she was okay. He didn't give a rat's ass about how he was.

"Lando, I think, soon the media will get something else to talk about. You should just focus on your racing" Zak reasoned with Lando who wanted to put out a statement saying it was all their idea. "None of this would've happened had you not saved the damn contract on your cloud" Lando sighed angrily. "I don't understand how could you let something like that happen" he shouted walking away. The environment in the McLaren garage was tense to say the least.

Lando had hoped that things would quite down by now. The original timeline for his contract was also up but there was no shutting up about the fake relationship. Lando won his maiden win and yet the only thing they could talk about was Y/N. Part of Lando missed her, he had really hope to be able to share this moment with her. When he got out of the car, a big part of him wished she was there so he could run to her, hold her and maybe celebrate this win with her.

So, later that night, he did call her and she answered, her voice hoarse. "Congratulations Lando" she crocked. "Were you crying?" Lando asked worried. "Yeah, I'm just so happy you won" she said clearing her throat. Lando found himself smiling for the first time in a long time. "How have you been?" he asked her softly. "Same old same old. I thought things would quite down by now but they haven't." Y/N mumbled. "I'm sorry" Lando apologised. "It's a good thing I'm busy with research for my PHD. I have no clue how I would deal with people in my class" she sighed. "I'm so sorry Y/N. It's all my fault" Lando began before Y/N cut him off. "It's no one's fault. Things like this happen. I'm just glad they didn't rebuke my visa for this" she laughed trying to lighten the mood. 'I miss you' was stuck in both their throats as they continued to talk for a couple more minutes. "I think we should cut the call" Y/N suggested. "Oh" Lando replied. "I think it would be easier for the both of us if we stopped contacting each other. It was a hassle explaining the whole thing to my parents and my relatives. I just don't have it in me honestly" Y/N breathed out shakily. "I'll fix this" Lando tried to reason. "Don't Lando. I think this was it for us. I wish you the best. Take care" Y/N said it like it was their last time talking. "Please" Lando begged but Y/N cut the call; "But I love you" Lando whispered into his phone.

As the time went on and as the championship picked up, Lando's heart was in unrest. He felt like he had wronged the person who he loved and he couldn't live knowing that. So, he decided to sit down one day and film a video. He had seen the stuff people were saying about him and Y/N and he felt like it had been months; people should've moved on by now but if they couldn't he would make sure that they wouldn't be able to say shit about Y/N anymore.

The video began with Lando in his Monaco apartment; "Hi guys. Lando here" he began. He took a deep breath before speaking; "I would like to address my whole relationship with Y/N in his video. Part of me had hoped that it wouldn't come to his but here we are. Y/N and I did begin this relationship in a contract but it was the team's and my decision to do so. She was just a random person we ran into who ended up helping us. So, the whole gold digger narrative you all are spinning is a load of bull. I know I shouldn't've done that but I had no other option to clear up my image because that's what the team and sponsors wanted. Part of me had hoped that after the championship had started picking up steam you guys would have something better to talk about but hating on us for the decisions we made is too much. If you would like to hate on me or send me a ton of hate, be my guest but please leave Y/N out of this. She is innocent and doesn't deserve this. I would appreciate it if you would stop sending hate to the woman I actually loved. And to Y/N, if you're even watching, had we met in a different situation, I would've actually married you since I really do love you" Lando finished the video and after he was happy with it he uploaded it to his channel. He knew his PR team would give him shit but he didn't give a fuck. He just wanted Y/N to be safe.

The internet was in an uproar after Lando's public declaration of love. Some were calling it cliche and the others were swooning over Lando for taking a stand. People weren't very happy with McLaren and how they had handled the whole situation. Lando was being bombarded by calls from McLaren and they were angry at him for what he did. "Lando are you crazy? The sponsors won't stop calling. Why would you say that?" Zak shouted. "Because lying was what got us here. So, I cleared the air" Lando stated. "You are unbelievable and so difficult. I don't know why I tried so hard to keep you" Zak mumbled which Lando heard and it stung.

Y/N was on vacation with Becky who had taken her away since all she did was stay coup-ed up at home since the whole incident. Y/N woke up to a text from her mum; 'you'll want to see this. It's Lando' it read. Y/N quickly loaded the video and before she knew it, she was crying. She couldn't believe that Lando loved her. The craziest part of the video was the love confession honestly. She quickly called him and a groggy voice answered. "Y/N, is everything okay?" Lando asked worried. "Yes. Do you mean it?" she asked. "Mean what?" Lando asked confused. "What you said in the video about being in love with me?" she pleaded. "Yes. Every word. I've been in love with you for months and I couldn't tell you and it was killing me. It's fine if you don't feel the same. I just needed to let it out" Lando rambled. "I love you too you muppet" she laughed as tears were rolling down her face. "You mean it?" Lando asked pinching himself. "Yes. I love you so much Lando Norris" she said, by now Becky was also up due to all the commotion. "Are you free tonight?" Lando asked. "Ahh, I'm on vacation right now" she said slowly. "Let me know when you're back, I'll pick you up at the airport" Lando said, "I love you Y/N Y/L/N" Lando stated. "I love you too" Y/N replied before ending the call to explain everything to Becky.

True to his words Lando had come to the airport to pick her up, As soon as he spotted her, he ran to her at full speed almost knocking her down as he wrapped his arms around her waist raising her in the process to spin around for a while. "I missed you" he whispered putting her down with his head nuzzled in her neck. "I missed you too" she whispered running a hand through the back of his hair. "You made me dizzy" she whined as he pulled away to look at her. "Sorry" Lando smiled sheepishly. "About that date?" he asked. "Give me some time to shower and than I'm all yours" she beamed.

The two of them headed home. They went on that much needed date; at home with pizza and shitty rom-coms. They giggled as the pair on the screen kissed. When Lando turned to look at her and held her face like it was the most precious thing. "Can I kiss you?" he mumbled, eyes flickering to her lips. She nodded and Lando closed the distance between them, the kiss was sweet and needy; they had so many emotions running through them and some how this kiss was exactly what they needed.

"What about McLaren?" she asked a couple days later. "I'll tell them we're really dating but now I really wanna just protect you. I won't let anything happen to you." he stated. "I know" she hummed in agreement kissing his lips.

After spending the whole of summer break together, Lando came out to announce that him and Y/N were actually dating. The team took it as well as you expect them to. The fans were going wild since this was truly out of a book. The other drivers were quite supportive and even apologised for their previous discretion.

With Y/N on his side, Lando felt like he could take on the world; good or bad. And Y/N was happy she agreed to fake date Lando since she got a real boyfriend out of this.

Tag list- @gamesetmatch-me @seonghwaexile @yootvi @hadesnumber1daughter @khaylin27 @abq654 @plotpal @charlesgirl16 @inarabee @a-beaverhausen @hwalllllllelujah

[amalythea]

moonstruck ; birthday event !

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As a way to celebrate me being old and a way for me to get back into writing I decided to host an event! I wrote these prompts like a year ago back on @soleillunne with the help of @starrveill (i love you)

This is a request based event, if you have an idea in mind send me an ask with a prompt, a genre (optional) and a character of your choice.

You can send in as many asks as you want, but only one prompt and character per ask is allowed. So you can ask the same prompt for different characters with multiple asks.

I will delete any request that's against my rules and just make me uncomfortable in general. If you have any questions about the characters I write for please don't hesitate to ask.

I will tag this post and each post related to this one with "moonstruck!", and the event will get its own masterlist. I don't know when I will close the event, but I will announce when I do.

Below are the prompts, go crazy (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

1. “don't smile at me like that!”

2. “may i have this dance?” “well, if you insist.”

3. “stop moving, i'm almost done!”

4. “well, if i tell you it wouldn't be a secret.”

5. “the moon is beautiful, isn't it?”

6. “i wouldn't wanna fight you. you're pretty feisty.”

7. “your eyes are always on them.” “…are they? I haven’t noticed.”

8. “do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

9. “are you sure you're okay? your face seems a little red.”

10. “...on the bright side, we'll know how not to cook next time.”

11. “you're my favorite person.”

12. “close the curtains! my eyes are burning!” “don’t you think you’ve slept in long enough, you little vampire?”

13. “here.” ”what are you doing?” “giving you my jacket. cover yourself up, people are staring.” (bonus: “…are you sure you’re not the one staring?”)

14. “how… do you understand my feelings so well?” “…because i’d been in your place once”

15. “i love you. now say it back.” “please— stop talking, save it till we get you help—” “say it back—” “i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you so fucking much, please don’t leave me—”

16. “dont miss me too much, okay?”

17. “tell me what i can do for you.” “stay.”

18. “wait! don't go... not yet.”

19. “i swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

20. “how do you make the pain go away?”

21. “you feel like home to me.”

22. “it's okay to cry, you know.”

23. “you're acting like my mom.” “shut up and let me take care of you.”

24. “i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me.”

25. “in your darkest moments, I'll be your guiding light.”

30. “you're exhausted, honey.”

31. “can i have another blanket?” “do you really think that’s a good idea, love?”

32. “come over here; let me patch you up.”

33. “how do you do it?” “do what?” “make me feel alive.”

34. “i have no idea how i got through my days before i met you.”

35. “what do you feel when you're with me?” “when i'm with you... i feel at peace.”

36. “you lied to me. was i just a pawn in your game? the easiest one you can discard?”

37. “you make me feel so alone.”

38. “i don't know what to do without you.”

39. “make sure it kills me.”

40. “i love you, until the end of the world.”

41. “you had your chance.”

42. “wait for me, will you?”

43. “i don't want to go.”

44. “i'm sorry, have we met before?”

45. “it's okay, you can let go.”

46. “i can't help but wonder if you ever truly loved me.”

47. “given your history, i should have known better.”

48. “you made a promise.”

49. “in the end, I was just a stepping stone in your path to success, wasn't I?”

50. “i can't trust you anymore, not after what you did.”

51. “…please don’t come any closer.” “why not?” “i don’t want to hurt you.” “who said you would?”

52. “people always leave, so why should it be any different now?” “what if i told you that i never planned on leaving? not now, not ever?”

53. “the only thing that makes every ounce of pain worth enduring is you.”

54. “i love you too much to stay away, and I wouldn't wish for anything less than to spend an eternity by your side.”

55. “the day i lose you is the day that i lose everything.”

56. “please don't go... i love you.” “...i wish i could believe that.”

57. “i'm sorry. you deserve so much more than this, and i can't even give you that, no matter how much i want to.”

58. “do you know the difference between history and you?” “what?” “history is the past, but you’re my future.” “…oh my god.”

59. “now remember, you don’t need to apologize for things you aren’t responsible for, okay?” “okay! i’m sorry!” “…i literally just said not to apologize.” “sorry..” “damn it. we’re gonna have to work on that a bit more.”

60. “i’m sure the feeling won’t last, but let me hold onto you a little bit longer before i go.”

Bonus: send me a prompt/lyrics of your choice!

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moonstruck — unable to think or act normally, especially as a result of being in love.

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@amalythea 2024. | do not re-upload, copy, translate, etc. my works on any form of media.

[daily-rcp-poli]

He wanted to go the flower. Telling her that he would care of her, watching the teenager bloom under his wing.

But he couldn't. He was stopped by a barrier of vines, no matter how much Poli tore into them; Countless more would stand in his way.

Useless, an useless boy he was. A mistake of an adult.

'I'm sorry, Jin', A helpless voice pleaded. Poli couldn't stay there any longer. He could already feel the heavy footsteps of their teacher approaching. The forget-me-not was in trouble himself,

Starting to wilt too.

He'll apologize profusely when she gets home.

Poli swiftly takes a turn to the exit, repeating apologies in his head. Why couldn't he stand up? The girl looked like she wanted to cry. The daisy's petals got plucked off with brutal force, disallowing them to show their beauty.

. . .

The rookie was sure he ran through some red lights. An half hour late at his lecture. Andras wasn't gonna be happy. His year was already going down fall, and it was heading towards his end too at late spring.

Will this flower pass?

Upon arriving of his dreadful class, he felt the same eyes follow him while he walks to his seat. Some from his peers had painted worried looks for him. (But they were laced with amusement, they couldn't care less if he were to wound up dead. The justice wouldn't care for an useless addition like him.)

S--... Poli pants. So--

Andras stares at him, a look like the winter; Cold. Enough to make the flower die, unable to withstand such weather.

You're late, Poli. I do not need a pathetic excuse of an apology. You're pathetic yourself already, Andras plays with his nails, not bothered with his words of poison filled Poli's mind. You don't want to make yourself more of a clown, will you?

Be like your peers.

The classroom was quiet. Many wanted to snicker, but they had to keep the image of caring for the officer. Putting their cents in for him due to pity. Some of that pity already gone.

Poli lowers his head, muttering a simple 'Got it', and sat down onto his seat. Eyes set on the work for today. Words that he didn't understand. English was always a blur to him.

He wished he would become the space he always dreamed of.

@daily-jin-madebygenius

Worriness is a trait that could cause doom to some.

The rookie always worried. About everything. About everyone. But he seemed to cast a blind eye when it came to himself. He was a functioning adult of society, Poli did have the image that he could take care of himself just fine.

The inner child that dreamed upon the stars disagreed, however. He didn't like it whenever the adult on the outside left trash bags rot inside the complex. He hated when food was not an important fuel to the officer.

The child cried when the thoughts of reaching the galaxy came around.

Poli rests his head against his desk, filled with paperwork to the brim. It had about been a week or so since the teenager found a place in his home.

Some time from the incident, too.

The academy forced Jin back into the system, up and working. Poli despised it. A young girl, so brutally brought to look at the injury a wilted rose caused, an injury that engraved itself into her.

Painful reminder, is what they say.

Now that the girl lived here, obvious changes twisted his home around. Trash to machinery that still needed to be worked on in his room, bags that found themselves in the corner.

Jin still hasn't warmed up to the star, so she sustained to making her own little corner in the apartment. He didn't mind. Poli did state several times that the inventor didn't feel the need to speak to him, just to paint him as a ghost he views himself as on the canvas.

The girl still made some attempts, and he certainly did find these attempts grateful. It was hard. Hard for her to cope. Poli was angry when the academy discarded her injury, only batting an eye to her studies.

Threatening her with failing grades if she wanted to rest. His academy was familiar, but for a reason that he, himself found unknown too;

He cared for her more than himself.

Poli sighs. He had been dreaming again while dozing off from the big binder of English he had been teaching himself with. He couldn't focus–

His focus regrains when he notices books that weren't his onto the bed. Weren't those–

Jin's books! She forgot to take them with her!

He jolts out from his chair, clumsily stumbling onto his knees. The rookie groans, picking himself up and practically crawling to the pile of unforgotten books.

Jin just left. He still has time.

Shoving the books into a navy blue shoulder bag, he faces the door.

And save her from a failing grade. Poli heads out, a duty to start his day off.

@daily-jin-madebygenius

[lazylittledragon]

i keep trying to think of funny/poetic ways to talk about all the things i'm feeling right now but i honestly can't so. i'm really sad about what happened with my partner. i know he was an inconsiderate prick about it and that i didn't do anything wrong and i couldn't have prevented it but i'm just really fucking sad.

[eldrichthingy]

I need to be sprayed. I changed Egill again and now I can't stop staring 👁️👁️

BTW LOOK AT HIS HORNS!! look at his horns oh- he's the cutest deer boy and yes I'm going to ignore the fact that he's a necromancer spore druid with questionable non-existent morals and slayer form ✌🏾

[tricoufamily]

once again thinking about how easy it would be for me to be in a relationship if i was cis

[thal-ent]

Feeling bad, elaborating in tags

[forgotten-daydreamer]

please do not tell me you like how i write, because i will inevitably think i'm decent at it and think i'm worth appreciating

[another-clive-blog]

Short extract of that one WIP I've been working on !

TW are mention of death/dead bodies, mention of blood and uh I genuinely don't have the word but like. Disturbing way of thinking

It's 1 am and I have a big test tomorrow so I'm just going to post the cancel fic tonight and hopefully I'll be back to my usual posts tomorrow ! Anon if you recognize your ask expect the full thing in like two days unless I triggered myself too much lol

[damiemontclair]

Is it ridiculous to think maybe this whole hospital thing and related business has mildly traumatised me? Is it ridiculous that I want to write about it in excruciating detail, just get the experience out on paper, on my blog, somewhere? It feels dumb but I want to write fic about it. I think it'd fix me.