#bc it’s 1am exactly

[floweryred]

In all seriousness, the Bad Boys are probably my favorite alliance in the whole series. I’m not sure why, but it could be because they’re having so much fun.

Also, people actually took to calling them the bad boys? Like Joel said “They call me the bad boy of the server.” Jimmy said “Yeah they do.” And it transformed in to their actual name and theme throughout the whole series. Even though nobody took it seriously, it just stuck. That’s hilarious.

Also Grian goes from being fighting against them to going with them and encouraging their silly schemes.

And there were no betrayals or anything? Jimmy and Grian each killed the other and after saying “Is this the end of The Bad Boys?” It wasn’t. It could be because Jimmy went out first (obviously) and Joel went third so they didn’t have the time to betray each other. Still, they feel so close.

And they have matching leather jackets! And they call each other babe! And they have a horrible base! And they had no chance of winning! And they are SILLY! THEY ARE SILLY YOUR HONOR!!!!!!

[grimalditeuthis]

oh the tragedy of a podcast character with a daughter..............

[fvkvrodani]

yk smth i just realized?? during the "blessed are the peacemakers" mission, arthur had told micah & dutch where to meet up if things went south w the deal w colm odriscoll. he told them & things did go south as hosea thought it would... but neither micah nor dutch nor anyone in that camp had ever thought to search for arthur after a dangerous plan that went wrong—

he was gone from the camp for three (3) days... & no one looked for him after such a bad mission but when trelawney told dutch that he thought sean was captured by bounty hunters dutch immediately sprung into action—he left his son to potentially die for three fucking days at the hands of his sworn enemy when he could have done something...

arthur's last words to him were quite literally a fucking warning—"let us meet up at this exact place at the exact time after throwing the o'driscolls off of our trails" more or less—and yet... dutch did nothing. didnt even search for him. while yeah arthur is a wanderer who loves to stay out of the camp for long periods of time... he doesnt do that after bad plans (or at least i dont think so—my memory is shitty so correct me on this). he doesnt do that after missions go south fast.

and he certainly doesnt do it after a bad plan involving a notoriously vicious gang.

AND THIS IS ALL HAPPENED IN FUCKING. CHAPTER TWO. THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME... dutch had stopped caring abt arthur as a person (not as a weapon tho, theres a distinction between those two—he wants arthur as a gun, as an enforcer, not as a person w his own thoughts) since the beginning of the fucking game or else he would have sent ppl or even just trelawney to search for him the same way he did with sean.

but no. he just left him to the o'driscolls to torture... for three fucking days—(head in hands) (deep breaths) he never even thought about arthur... meanwhile arthur dragged his dehydrated, starved, broken, bruised, beaten body across miles on bare horseback just to warn dutch... & he never cared to search for the man he raised since he took him in at 14yo. he never tried to.

hell i'll even say that dutch van der linde stopped caring abt the gang since blackwater. since micah joined.

[eissaphir]

[cervinelich]

"Everyone always leaves/abandons/rejects me =C" is such a huge red flag for me. Saw someone saying this on social media the other day and knee-jerk instinct was "blockblockblock"

[airenyah]

about to start ep5 pt4 at nearly 1am. i'm sure this will be fine 🙃🙃🙃🙃

[transgnckon]

I got some markers and brush tip pens, a Daisy squishmallow, some cute pink & white new shoes, a new phone, a little banner to hang my Disney pins, some tiny bags for my dolls, two sweaters, a Disney book abt Sally from nightmare before Christmas, my mom gave me 14 issues of N52 Superboy comics & a Superboy pin

[gikairan]

I love not being able to sleep because of a nuisance noise, but having no idea where the noise is coming from!! :D

[scrollonso]

mňau???

[jackals-ships]

also i Say he helps but he absolutely. 100%. is a dick Before he helps-

[buckleydiazmp4]

one of my biggest nightmares is happening to me right now haha how fun

[iridescentis]

finally hit 100 pages of my wwy doc! chapter 8 is pretty much done i just need to edit now, should be out in the next hour or so

[bumpscosity]

my posts are sporadic rn bc it's late and i haven't had uninterrupted sleep for the past 4 days

[papajohnnyspizza]

Munch

Summary: Hotboxing with Mingi and you both have the munchies.

category: smut

au: Friends-with-benefits au, Mingi x f!reader

wc: 700w

a/n: Got the idea for this fic stuck in a parking lot at 1am waiting for assistance for an hour bc my car broke down.

Warnings: drug use, smut (oral, f!recieving)

You really loved being friends with Mingi, the best activity by far was definitely smoking together. You two had a system, you alternated between who got the weed, but you always brought snacks for the other person. It was dusk now, Mingi had decided to drive out somewhere scenic and try hotboxing the car while the sun set.

 You were eating those weird Haribo gummies you always craved when high for some reason, taking in the beautiful view around you and the glowing pink sky above you. This might be Heaven between the view, the lingering sweetness on your palette, and the feeling of Mingi kissing along the inside of your thigh just below the apex where your legs met.

You let out a desperate moan as he switched to the other thigh. You could handle teasing but the weed was heightening your sensitivity, making you crazed. You put the gummies to the side and threaded your fingers into his hair scraping along his scalp, trying to pull him closer to where you needed him most. You rolled your hips forward when you felt that gorgeous, pointed nose brush against your folds. However you were immobilised by his large hands coming up to hold you down against the seat, red eyes looking up at you with an evil glint.

“How are you enjoying your treat?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “They’re good. How are you enjoying yours?”

Mingi hummed, attention drawn back to your pussy, spreading it open with two calloused fingers. “I don’t know, I haven’t tried it yet.”

“Well,” You shrug your shoulders trying to feign nonchalance. Mingi’s dark hair looked so good between your fingers, you wished your mind could record this moment. On his knees in his car worshipping your body. “What are you waiting for?”

You’re scared. Mingi could very well use your desire against you and leave you here on the edge. But the stuff you used today was a lot stronger than usual, and you could see from the way his hips rutted against your leg that he was in no mood to draw things out. 

Mingi slowly licked a stripe up your pussy, slowly getting faster and moving his face in a more zig-zagging motion. His lips latch onto your clit and suck lightly, causing your back to arch and a loud whine escape you. 

“Mingi.” You mutter quietly. The sound of your voice makes him groan around you, and the added vibrations almost make you cry. 

Mingi eats you out like you’re his last meal on death row, like he’ll die if he doesn’t memorise exactly how you taste. How you feel around him. He sticks his tongue into your core, nose bumping the little bundle of nerves just above it. Your head falls back against the headrest, babbling uncontrollably.

“So good… Mingi… hnng…” You squeeze your thighs around his head trying to keep him in place. His air supply almost gets cut off and Mingi’s eyes roll into the back of his head. His mouth moves back to abusing your nub, doing his best job at making out with your pussy. As you recline above him, blissed out and glowing in the light of the sunset. He sucks hard at your clit just to listen to the moans you release, and you come shakily around him as his tongue flicks the nub.

Mingi immediately halts his actions as you come down, not pushing you past your limit and giving you a moment to compose yourself. He was still painfully hard, but fucking you felt like crossing too big of a boundary. So he settled for taking in your fucked-out appearance, he could barely see your irises from how large your pupils had grown. You looked back at him with a goofy smile that made his heart flutter.

“Wanna listen to some music?” He suggested, trying to chance his thought process. You nodded gratefully and the two of you spent the next few hours talking, as the stars slowly began peaking out in the dark. There was water in the car and you both took a swig, but when you offered Mingi some of your gummies he refused. He claimed to not like the flavour though in reality he just preferred it less to the lingering taste of you.

“We should come back here again.” You say, and Mingi agrees. But the truth is all he can think about is getting you to ride his face on his couch the next time you come over.

[maplesyrupsainz]

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pairing: logan sargeant x faceless y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: nothing but fluff plz ignore the dates on the tweets it's nearly 1am 💀

summary: in which logan soft launches his new baker gf but everyone puts the puzzle pieces together faster than expected

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THE END 🩷

[hanlimz]

[midnight thoughts: jungwon + the sublime]

synopsis: after an arduous battle, jungwon isn't sure if he's going to make it, but he has to say something before he goes. pairing: yang jungwon x gn!reader genre/warnings: spiderwon!au, angst with happy ending / mentions of blood, discussions of death, overall angsty themes but no one actually dies!, lots of confessions of love, and weird inclusion of "the sublime" bc we talked abt it in my eng class, also NOT proofread :,) wc: ~2.4k (haha OOPS) a/n: heyyyy how yall doin :))))) this has been sitting in my drafts forEVER ... and i finished it at 1am b4 my first day of school so be warned for inconsistencies / i liked the first half of this drabble but the second half is not my fave ,, so sorry that i couldn't do you justice spiderwon

yang jungwon never believed in the concept of the sublime. that uncanny mixture of overwhelming fear and unsettling fascination never managed to make an impression on him. especially in his line of work, jungwon is firm in his notion of death: when the time comes, a vast blackness will consume him; the void will leech away his life, and he will cease to exist. there will be no theatrics, no white light, no booming voice or angel song—only a comforting emptiness welcoming him into the dark.

now, however, jungwon lies alone in a familiar back alley; the tips of his fingers are numb from the amount of blood he's lost, and he can hardly lift his head up from the brick wall it's resting on. the palms of his hands are stained a deep crimson as he attempts to stop the river of red spilling from his thigh. jungwon admires the eerily beautiful way in which the body lets go; glinting in the dim street lights, his wounds glitter like rubies in a summer sunset. at this point, succumbing to his injuries seems inevitable, and jungwon thinks there may be some truth to be found in sublimity.

but, he's not ready to die. not yet—not with so many things left undone, so many things left unsaid.

with the little strength he has left, jungwon reaches for his backpack hidden in the nook behind the dumpster. he pulls out his phone and dials a number number he knows by heart; his cold fingers fumble over the screen, and he curses his current lack of dexterity. eventually, though, the machine begins to ring. the sound grates on his ears as he waits with bated breath for you to pick up.

"hello?" you croak, your question laden with sleep, "who is it?"

a breathy chuckle escapes jungwon's lips. he had forgotten how late it was, how you mentioned earlier that you had a calulus exam tomorrow, and just how gorgeous you sounded when you were tired. "sorry, [y/n] ... didn't mean to wake you," jungwon sighs, "just wanted to hear your voice."

"won, seriously?" you scoff, "this couldn't have waited 'til tomorrow? i mean, it's—it's two in the morning ... i was literally just dreaming about acing that calc test."

a dopey grin fastens itself to jungwon's lips as he wills his eyes to stay open. if he falls asleep, he knows there's a possibility that he won't get back up; so, he indulges for a bit, listening to your fatigued grumbling and smiling like an idiot. "honestly, m'not sure if tomorrow's in my cards, [y/n]," he admits, trying to hide how labored his breaths are becoming, "'nd i jus' wanted to hear you one last time."

"yang jungwon, what the hell are you—" jungwon knows exactly when you realize he's in trouble. he knows exactly when you realize he's not messing with you. the abrupt pause, the hitch in your breath, the way you inhale through your teeth—it's almost too obvious. "oh fuck," you continue, "oh shit ... won, where are you? are you hurt? what can i do to help?"

jungwon coughs out a laugh, "'m in the alley off jackson ave, 'nd i think i've bled on every piece of old furniture back here, if that says anything."

your breathing is frantic. jungwon listens to the sound of rustling clothes and the occasional thud of your foot as it hits your bed frame. you're cursing and mumbling and unravelling at the seams, searching for whatever you can that might help you help jungwon. out loud, you go through a list: gauze, neosporin, saline.

"am i missing anything?" you ask, not expecting a response.

"bandages?" jungwon replies.

"bandages!" you exclaim, "i almost forgot the fucking bandages?" there's more noise on the other side of the phone, and jungwon doesn't let himself relax until he hears your window crack open. metal clangs as you rush down the fire escape; he wills the beating of his heart to match the tempo of your feet against the steps. jungwon wills himself to stay alive. and, it's almost as though you can read his mind through the phone. "don't you dare fall asleep, yang jungwon. talk to me about something—anything—just don't fall asleep."

he racks his brain for a topic of conversation; the nerves building in his stomach as he anticipates next week's orgo exam, the cat he rescued from a tree in queensbridge park earlier today, the new thai restaurant that opened up near his apartment building. options race through his mind, but all of jungwon's thoughts lead back to you.

"i love you," jungwon says, abrupt yet resolute.

"oh god." you suck in an incredulous gasp, "you're delirious. this is—"

"i'm not delirious," he interrupts, voice hauntingly clear. "i know what i'm saying. and, i'm saying that i love you, [y/n] [l/n]."

for a moment, the line crackles with a thick, viscous silence that seeps through the grainy static; it's heavy, almost too real, and jungwon listens to the sound of your shoes slamming against the pavement until you speak again. "okay," you sigh, something unreadable swimming behind your words, "keep talking to me, jungwon."

jungwon takes in a deep breath before speaking again. his whole body is cold now, and if it weren't for the weakness spreading throughout his veins, he's positive his teeth would be chattering. inhaling the concoction of gasoline fumes, freshly dumped trash, and frigid, autumn air, jungwon feels the chill of the reaper creeping up the length of his spine. its spindly fingers beckon him into that same darkness he was once so sure of, once so okay with. but, jungwon can't let himself give in to its temptation. after all, he has someone waiting for him.

"you give me this feeling," jungwon declares in an inexplicable moment of lucidity, "'nd i dunno how to explain it. it's—it's like ... i look at you, and you pull me in. an invisible string, maybe? fate? true love? i'm—i have no idea what to call it. you always make me want to know more, even though i've known you forever. since we were kids, [y/n]—i've felt like this for years. and, i'm sorry. i'm sorry for not telling you earlier, for not telling you when i told you about the whole spiderman thing.

"i'm such an idiot for making you worry. someone who loves you shouldn't do that to you, i shouldn't do that to you. and, god [y/n]—i love you so much. you're this force of nature, you know? drawing me in, even though it's dangerous. and, even though i'm terrified of what the consequences might be, i love you so much that i'm afraid to die without saying it at least once.

"i'm—i'm so sorry for being so stupid, because—" jungwon whispers with a shaky voice, teetering on the edge of consciousness, "i love you, [y/n]. i love you."

jungwon's hearing is fading in and out, and his vision is growing blurry; but, the sounds of your footsteps accompanied by the incessant drone of his phone keeps him from slipping into that overwhelming darkness. you take in a sharp breath, and his head lolls in your direction. jungwon's lips are molded into a mindless, faraway smile; his eyes are misted over, foggy with both pain and fatigue. he's not all there, but he still manages to be cheerful. it astounds you.

rushing over to begin applying all the first aid supplies you managed to stuff into your backpack. wound-wash, gauze, bandage, wound-wash, gauze, bandage, wound-wash gauze bandage, wound-washgauzebandage. the sheer amount of blood that has been leeched from his body makes you dizzy; your head is spinning as you try to calculate just how many pints would be equal to what you've just sopped up. glancing up at your best friend (crush? lover?) you see that his eyes have drooped shut. his skin is pallid, his lips are pale, his neck is craned at an awkward angle as it rests on his shoulder. and, your heart stops because you didn't get to say it back.

"no. no, no, no ... won—jungwon, wake up!" a storm brews in your stomach. it starts as a mellow rain pattering against the lining of your intestines, then becomes a raging tempest as it bubbles up and out of your throat. "please, please, please! i got here in time, i swear—i never cared about the stupid, fucking calc test! i cared about you, i care about you! and, i'm here now, so you can't leave. you can't leave me."

an inhuman shriek claws through your lips, ricocheting against the brick walls that seem to be caving in around you; the weight of the world crashes into your frail shoulders, threatening to crush you. as you inch even closer to jungwon's shrouded figure, your pants are soaked through with a crude mixture of blood and rainwater. you reach out for him and cup his cheek with a trembling hand, and part of you swears his skin is still warm to the touch.

but, hope has no place here.

instead, you cradle his head and heave his body to rest against yours. he is astonishingly heavy; you can feel his muscles ripple beneath the tips of your fingers, but you're already convinced. your best friend is dead. slowly, the cement will absorb his heat, and he will grow cold. as the morning draws nigh, you will be forced to put his mask back on and leave him for someone else to find. then, the news articles will pour in, and the city will have stolen not only his life, but his death as well. tears are wetting his scalp as you bury your nose into his sweat-caked hair. you're gripping at his suit so hard you think the threads might snap, and the throbbing in your head is nothing compared to the agony in your heart.

the wailing doesn't stop until, in your peripherals, you see his finger twitch. sucking a staggering breath through his nose, jungwon cracks open a tired eye to gaze up at you. "i would—" he coughs out with a wince, "i would never leave you."

in your stupor, his voice doesn't register first. his mouth moves, but no sound escapes him; then, the words play over again in your mind while his lips remain closed. seconds melt into minutes, and you float away from your body. a numbness overtakes you as you stare at the scene before you from about five feet away; your fingers are still clutching at the suit fibers, the pajamas you chose earlier tonight are now saturated with blood, and jungwon is breathing. jungwon is breathing. jungwon is breathing.

snapping back into yourself, you place a weak hand on his chest. steadily, certainly—it rises and falls; the beating of his heart, though shallow and slow, thrums beneath your palm. shifting your stare to his face, you are greeted once again by a familiar, wry smile. jungwon is alive. despite all odds, the boy you love is alive; and, try as you might, you can't really help yourself.

"[y/n]?" he croaks, quirking the eyebrow above his less swollen eye, "can you hear—"

"i love you, too."

the utterance dangles precariously in the frigid midnight air. jungwon's lack of response causes your stomach to churn until he relexes further into your frame, huffing out a pained laugh. he lets himself rest for a moment, relishing in the warmth he manages to leech from your skin. "it wasn't ... wasn't supp—supposed to happen like this, you know?" jungwon protests, voice catching on his fatigue and discomfort. "i ... had everything planned—planned out."

"won, you don't—"

baring his teeth, he lifts a hand to hold the one you kept on his chest and barrels through your objection. "i was gonna take you to the met ... gonna take you for a pic—a picnic in central park." jungwon sputters, pressing his forehead against your upper arm, "then, we would swing ... back to your apartment. 'nd, i was gonna tell—tell you. tell you about how i feel."

still supporting his neck with your arm, you move to take his face in your palm once more. jungwon's gaze is sharper than it was just minutes ago—more focused, more alert. the emotions swirling in those deep pools of raw umber are more multitudinous than the stars they reflect. gratitude, torment, joy, defeat, love. bridging the gap that had separated the two of you for so long, you stop just shy of his lips. a dynamic heat emanates from them; jungwon is practically vibrating under your touch, living and breathing.

"are you okay?" you ask, "is this okay?"

jungwon answers by pushing himself up—closing the distance, sharing your breath, connecting your souls. salt and iron dance on his tongue as your tears mingle with his blood. it's a hypnotizing concoction—one that threatens to send him reeling, one that threatens to have him spinning out with no hope of return. fireworks explode behind his eyelids, a myriad of bright reds and vibrant oranges blinds him, and jungwon uses what is left of his strength to grip your wrist; he grounds himself and allows his lungs to burn as he breathes you in.

after a while, however, your parting is instinctual as the lack of oxygen forces you apart—two bodies trying to preserve themselves long enough to meet again. with a labored sigh, jungwon slumps backwards and tucks his chin to catch your gaze. in that moment, he finds himself frozen; his essence is suspended motionless, positively bewitched by you. in the silence, where all he can sense is you, jungwon embraces the ever-present warmth that has flourished within him. it floods his being with a terrifyingly powerful adoration for you. it is nothing like he has ever felt before, and though he is brave enough to confess, this extent of his love for you—it scares him.

however, as your skin glows in the light of the moon and your eyes pool with the desire for a future with him, jungwon digs his feet in and roots your love deep within his heart. he refuses to let this fear grow in its place; instead, he vows to nurture it, to care for it, to protect it. as he lies in your arms, jungwon rejects the sublime once more and chooses for himself.

"i love you, [y/n]," he whispers into your palm.

the world seems to go quiet as it listens for your response.

"i love you, too, jungwon."