#but yea thanks for giving me the excuse to go fucking insane about them again. like I said. their relationship is so fucking complex and

[codenameregnar]

Let me just start by saying thank you for the initial post and getting me started thinking about what Tain’s side of the story must look like from his perspective. It’s not really something I had ever thought about much but you’re right, I bet he was so immeasurably disappointed in him because he knew Garak was smarter and better than this because he had spent so much time effort and energy in making sure of that. I do agree that Tain only loves Cardassia and the people in his life when they bend to his will, when they are extensions of himself. But Garak is intrinsically an extension of him, being his only son. He can’t help but love him.

In my opinion there has only ever been one time that Tain was selfless, and thats when he let Mila live when she got pregnant. One could make a case that risking his position by letting them live in his house, molding Garak from a young age, and eventually sending him to Bamarran was selfless as well, but to me that all was colored with the ulterior motive of control over Garak and an insurance of his legacy. However I’m certain Tain viewed all those things as totally selfless and altruistic and coming from a place of love, and thus weakness. But letting him live in the first place is a huge risk and complication to Tain’s life (he’s said as much) and I think him taking that risk actually did stem from actual love and from his own brand of sentimentalities that he views as weakness in himself. Which is exactly why he drilled that into Garak so hard. And so I think the nail in the coffin of his disappointment is that he saw his own sentimentalities that he views as his own liability so clearly on display and frankly out of control in Garak, who is the embodiment of Tain’s weakness. Garak reminded him of himself and it made him furious, because Garak was supposed to be better than that. He had spent his whole life believing he was doing Garak favors by sticking his neck out for him and giving him the opportunities to move up in the world and take his rightful place in the Order and molding him into the best (most like Tain) version of himself he could be, and the Palendine situation was only proof that their entire bloodline was tainted with sentimentality, which is not something Tain could afford or even face.

He loved him as much as he knew how to, as much as he could allow himself to, and I really think he wholeheartedly believed all the torture he put him through was him doing Garak a favor. Like I said, I don’t doubt most of it was out of a desire for control, but I think Tain thought it was 100% out of love. And yeah, that’s a great point about The Wire and Improbable Cause. He so desperately wants Garak back, both because he genuinely thinks it’s what’s best for him and because he wants that control over him again. He even says in The Wire that he misses him, and I do think he meant it and only felt comfortable enough to say that because he knew Julian wouldn’t understand the implications but that Garak would, and he was ok with him knowing it. It was his own manipulative form of an apology. ‘I do love and miss you, and I only wish you hadn’t forced me to exile you. If only you would have listened.’ There was truth to it but, as it is with everything he does, he was going to use that glimmer of vulnerability to twist Garak in his direction. Which is exactly how he got Garak to stay so loyal for so long: by allowing him only breadcrumbs of connection between them. By weaponizing his own very real sentimentalities. In the same vain, all the shit in Improbable Cause was just one big test, and when he passed Tain immediately welcomed Garak back with open arms and immediately trusted him again. Because he needed someone was loyal and easily manipulated as Garak back in his ranks, but also because wanted his son with him by his side at his greatest victory. He wanted to know that Garak would (by his standards) end up ok and that (again, by his standards) he didn’t fail as a father or mentor. He wanted the best for Garak at every turn, he just has a really fucked up idea of what that is, because he is power hungry and narcissistic.

It’s always a two fold thing with him. Two things can be true at once. He did really love him, but he was also a manipulative monster who needed everyone around him to bend to his will, most of all Garak. The more love he has for someone, the more they must submit to him, and the more of a betrayal it is when they fail to do so perfectly. Idk, I just find Tain’s side of their relationship so endlessly fascinating. Because I genuinely think he saw himself as giving and selfless and bending over backward to do right by Garak in the face of very difficult and dangerous odds for him to do so. I really don’t think he thinks of himself as a manipulative and controlling villain when it comes to how he treated Garak; he's so up his own ass and such a narcissist that in his mind he only thought he was trying to help Garak and give Garak a better life and he truly can’t see how a lot of his actions were first and foremost to benefit him. But I also think he really did love him in the only ways he knew how to, and he wasted no opportunity in giving Garak the chance to redeem himself and prove himself worthy of that love.

So I read A Stitch in Time and one result of that which I was certainly not expecting was that I feel so much sympathy for Enabran Tain. Garak's life is a tragedy, but Tain's is a fucking black comedy.

I mean, he's a terrible person and an absolute shitbag, but can you imagine? You have this kid. You go to all the trouble of arranging for him to be raised in a family situation where he won't be rejected from society for being your bastard. You get him into the nicest indoctrination school where he can hobnob with plenty of uppercrust kids. You get him a job in your Order and all the proper training. And he's actually, like, really good at it. But he has this fatal flaw of being completely incapable of not making stupid, short-sighted, emotional decisions.

A scene I imagine has to have happened just prior to Garak and Tain's confrontation at the end of part II:

Like goddamn. When Tain asked "what's your plan for getting rid of her husband?" and Garak's just like "plan what plan." Dude. I'M disappointed, I can only imagine the guy who's job it is to know and plan for everything isn't at least as disappointed.

I know he didn't actually, but do you think there was ever a time when Tain wanted to be like, You know what. Just go back to Tolan and become a gardener. Join that illegal hippie cult. It's fine.

[xtinyaurora]

Heyyyyy I’m new here :3 could I request ATEEZ reaction to you being a brat? :3

Ateez reaction: Bratty Y/N

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut

➼ pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, threads, annoyance, bratty behavior, pet names...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: Sorry for updating after a longer time, I had a few mental health issues... Thanks to everyone who waited tho and thank you so much for 200+ followers... Please let me know if you have ideas in mind for a ‘special'! Hope you all like this one tho. Feel free to leave some feedback! Also, let me know if any of you wants to be added to my taglist!

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Park Seonghwa

You were sulking because Seonghwa didn’t bought you that dress you saw in one of those expensive shops today. Actually, you could call him your „sugar daddy”. He bought you anything you wanted whenever you wanted, but not today. Today was different, because you already started to provoke him in the early morning, disobeying and yelling at him. He didn’t know what happened to you, even after asking a hundredth of times, you just kept on being bratty towards the male. Soon, he had enough. While the two of you were sitting in the car, at the parking lot of the shopping mall, you kept on complaining about that dress. Seonghwa leaned into your side and grabbed your throat, immediately shutting you up. „You better stop talking, before I lose my shit and hit you right in the face and fuck you right on top of this car, baby. Would you like that? For all people to see how I put you in your place. Huh?” You silently shook your head, a hint of fear written on your face. „I thought so. Now stop being a bratty little bitch and start behaving, understood?” Again, you remained silent, nodding your head this time. Seonghwa then sat back and started the power of the car, driving off, back home.

Kim Hongjoong

Hongjoong finally took a day off, immediately calling you to go on a date but you were mad at him. Why? He knew that you had other plans today but still choose this day to take a break. „Y/N, baby, come on. You know I have no say in this. This is not my fault, so please come to the restaurant we always go to, okay?” You let out a ironic laugh. „Tz. First, you pick the worst day and now you want me to come there myself? Oh no, if you really want to get out with me then you are going to pick me the fuck up.” Hongjoong was kinda shocked, not excepting this kind of behavior. After massaging his temples, since this boy was stressed and annoyed by your way of behaving, he just hung up the call, not in the mood to keep up with you right now. You went absolutely insane. Like, how dare he? When midnight came around, Hongjoong entered the front door, food in his hands. You were sitting in the living room, still pissed about earlier today. A knock on the doorframe made you look up. When spotting your boyfriend, you rolled your eyes and kept watching tv. „Haven’t cool down yet?” You got back to 180. „Excuse me?! Get your ass out of this room Mr. 'I think I can allow myself whatever I want' because yes, I am still mad at you.” He stared at you, not believing what was happing. Since when did you get so bratty? Shaking his head while approaching you and placing the food on the table, he grabbed both of your forearms and looked you deep in the eyes. „Okay now listen here you bratty bitch. You’re gonna listen to me and start behaving or I will punish you so hard that you wish you could turn the time back and thank me for making time for you, okay? I want my good little kitten back because I don’t like nasty strays that don’t obey me. No one would like one, so be happy and appreciate me you ungrateful pice of shit and shut the fuck up.”

Jeong Yunho

He was just staring at you blankly, while you were throwing a tantrum. This already happened a couple of times but it was never this bad. He kept on watching you, until you eventually calmed down yourself. It really provoked you that he didn’t stop you or has done anything for that matter. At some point, you gave up because you knew how well Yunho could control his anger. Honestly, you didn’t even know why you freaked out like that. Both of you were searching for a movie to watch and when Yunho picked one that you already saw and absolutely hated, both of you started auguring. It’s his turn to pick the movie because you picked last time, yet that didn’t sit with you. Maybe you were just having a bad day? At least that’s what Yunho told himself. „Are you done now?” You sat there, at the ground while Yunho sat in front of you, on the couch. „Yea... sorry.” Yunho nodded, pulling you up on his lap. You thought he will cuddle with you but sike, he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach, over his knees, ass in perfect view for him. „How many hits do you think you deserve? Hm? Maybe 20 or 30? Or... 40 or 50?”

Kang Yeosang

He had this furious and annoyed look on his face. You got kinda terrified now, knowing what a beast this boy could be when he was mad. He watched you until you went silent, sitting next to each other and waiting for what’s going to happen next. You started to get nervous because Yeosang kept looking at you without saying or doing anything. His silence never meant anything good... „Stop looking.” He raised one of his eyebrows. „Stop talking.” You did keep quiet, not knowing what else to do now. „Dumb pet, do you think you’re worth my time? Oh how embarrassing... It’s such a shame that there are so many people who want me yet I chose you over everyone else, an ungrateful little bitch.” His words kinda hurt and you stated to doubt your worth. Maybe he’s right? You maybe should have followed the rules. You shouldn’t have told him no and most important, you shouldn’t have done all of that in front of his friends. You kinda started to regret it but it was way too late now. Even if you did apologize now, Yeosang wouldn’t forgive you, he will punish you no matter what. The more silence there is, the harder the punishment will be. „Go into the bedroom. Take your clothes off and wait for me.”

Choi San

To be direct, you were unnecessarily overreacting. When you visited the boys and watch them while they practiced, San didn’t greet you as usual and you didn’t like that. At all. He was too focused to even notice you tbh. When he finally turned around and spotted you, he rolled his eyes, taking in your grumpy state. He made his way towards you, so he could give you a kiss but you pushed him away. He gave you a questioning look but you just turned your face away. „Hey, give me a kiss.” You still didn’t move, hoping to upset somehow. „Y/N.” His first warning. „Look at me.” Still, you didn’t move. The other members started to notice but kept on practicing because they didn’t wanted to get involved in anything. San exhaled loudly, pulling you up and dragging you out with him. „Don’t touch me!” You yelled at your boyfriend. He didn’t even bother to listen to you. „It hurts!” You hoped that he would loosen his grip a bit, but instead his grip on you got stronger. When he reached his room, he threw you on the bed and undressed himself. „You hurt me!” Still having that attitude on, you again yelled at him. He gave you a murderous look, finally shutting you up. He the hovered over you, staring you dead in the eyes. „If you ever dare to pull something like that in front of the other members again, I will make you regret visiting us, okay? Now better behave, before I completely lose the last bit of my self control, you stupid kid.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi, Mingi! Wake up!” You shook him until he groaned out in annoyance. „Y/N? What’s wrong?” You huffed. „I am bored. You have to do something with me, come on.” You tried to pull him up but he was stronger than you, resulting that you were the one being pulled and laying on top of him now. „Did you loose your mind? It’s three in the morning, let me sleep!” He half yelled, half whispered. As he was about to drift off to sleep again, you pulled on his hair, making him tear his eyes open and cry out loudly. „Ouch! What the heck, Y/N? That hurts!” A smile creeped on your face, finally achieving your goal of waking him up. He just stared at you, giving you a ‘are you serious?’ type of look. „Now that you’re awake, we can do something! Should we watch a movie or should we play some ga-“ „No! We are not going to do any of these! It’s bed time, so lay down! I am not in the mood for all of this.” You smacked his thigh. „No Mingi, get up! What do you not get from 'I am bored, let’s do something’, huh?” He really has enough. „Okay Bunny, you wanna do something? Let’s play a game. It’s called ��try not to scream while getting your ass beaten and brain fucked out’. Sounds fun, right?” You gulped, then getting pulled and flipped around, so that your backside faced up. At least he’s full of energy now...

Jung Wooyoung

Both of you were sitting in a restaurant. He was already fed up with your behavior but he let go because he didn’t had enough strength to deal with you right now. This cutie was so hungry and tiered after practice, that he didn’t wanted things to go wrong but you really left him no choice. Just because you didn’t wanted to eat in this restaurant and wanted to go to your favorite one instead, you stated to act up, gaining lots of attention from all the nagging and yelling. Wooyoung grabbed your upper arm and pulled you near him, whispering in your ear so others wouldn’t hear. „Shut your mouth now Y/N, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. You’re so fucking embarrassing you stupid brat.” He then let go, harshly shoving your arm away and leaning back. When the waiter approached you two, to note your order, you remained silent. After rolling his eyes, Wooyoung ordered food only for himself. When he finished eating, he stood up and threw some money in the table. He was about to walk away when he turned around to face you. „If you don’t get up within the next two seconds, I will break your legs.” He gave you a last condescending look before walking out. You obeyed and followed him out, joining him in his car. He didn’t even spare you a glance, driving straight to your apartment a grin forming on his face, several ideas for your punishment popping into his head.

Choi Jongho

Hit after hit, you put in more effort to annoy him. You soon realized that this wasn’t enough, so you started pinching and biting him. „Ouch, Y/N, are you crazy?!” Ah, finally! You smirked at him and wiggled your eyebrows, satisfied that he finally showed a reaction. „Do you think that’s funny?” You smiled. „Very. And now that I finally have your attention, you can do something with me. Oh and, get me some water please I am thirsty.” He stared at you in disbelief. „Are you okay, Y/N?” You gave him a look of disapproval. „Uhm, yea? I still am but if you don’t get me my water I won’t be and than I am going to hit you, again.” He was kinda amused now. „Oh? Where does all that attitude come from, all of a sudden?” You shrugged with your shoulders. „I don’t know and I don’t care. You gotta deal with it now.” You laid down on the couch both of you were sitting on and placed your legs on his lap. „I am still waiting for my water Jong.” He didn’t move. You wanted to raise your head up to scold him but he was faster than you, now hovering over you. „I will give you something else to drink. Get down and kneel. We have to clean that bratty mouth of yours, yea? Come on brat, suck me off. You don’t want me to get mad now, do you?”

[katsukikitten]

A harem collab in which we go to a party with our v precious hero 18+ Smut boooiiii

Sitting across from him never did get easier. As much as you told yourself it would. 

If anything it got harder and harder to share the same room as him, let alone air. 

But you were lucky enough, or unlucky enough, to join the agency when you did and to be partnered with your big time crush FatGum. Although you idolized him you were sure he didn't remember you. 

And how could he? He saved countless people a day so it should be no surprise that he had no idea who you were on your first day. Still, it stung. 

And it shouldn't still sting or come to a surprise when he sets down a flyer on your desk. A huge smile on his chubby cheeks as he taps the sheet of paper.

"Can you believe it?! The agency is throwing a new year's eve party!" He practically gushes, lingering by your desk with his intoxicating smile. He rummages in his brown bag, setting breakfast onto your desk careful to avoid getting grease stains on the flyer as if you'd hang it up one day instead of shoving it into the trash. 

"They have one every year." You shrug, thanking him for the breakfast but tossing the paper into the trash can. His smile never waivers as he pulls it from the fresh bin, returning it to the smooth wooden top. 

"Yea but not at a fancy hotel and never an open bar! We should go!" His eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart hammers in your chest. 

Little do you know he prays to the Gods you don't say no. 

"I dont know, it's such short notice. Like next week ain't it?." At least it wasn't a no. He smiles, thinking of your competative behavior. 

"Oh I see what it is." He takes the sheet from your desk, waltzing to his own, "You're scared."

"Tch, scared of what?" You hiss, snatching for the paper. 

"Scared I'll out drink you!" He laughs at your cute scowl as you size him up. His metabolism was insane, and with him being in his larger state you might not be able to win. 

But he didn't have to know that. 

"You fucking wish you could out drink me! Remember the last party we went to? You showed your age and could barely stand!"

"Oi! I was much thinner then. I think luck is on my side this time." He slaps his belly and you smile. A genuine laugh fills the room causing Taishiro's heart to clench. 

"Yea, yea." You wipe away a tear, "We'll see." 

The day drags on and on, turning into a week of you glancing his way. Making sure he wasn't gaining any extra weight as he brought you your normal breakfast daily. 

It wasn't until the day of the party did you gain the advantage, a fight almost turned wrong and Taishiro had to use majority of that stored fat for a deadly punch to stop the villain from terrorizing the city. 

Still you'd never want this type of advantage just for a stupid drinking contest. Although he was not at his largest, he still had a considerable "dad bod" going on. 

"I still can't believe they had a tux in this size so late!" Taishiro shouts into the locker room at the agency, adjusting his tie as he waits for you. Meanwhile nerves eat you alive as you stare into your reflection, wondering if this dress fit okay, smoothing the fabric over your stomach self consciously. 

"You okay in there? We're gonna be late." He calls softly, hoping you aren't having second thoughts about going with someone like him. 

"Coming!" You call back, glancing at your deep amber dress a final time before rushing into the hall. 

"I was just thinking you were going to forfeit and then I-" Words die in his throat and he drinks you in. Beautifully complimented by the shape and color of your dress as he mouth hangs agape. 

"Wow. You look…" 

"Tai, I know, I look...different." 

"Amazing, perfect, breathtaking." He gives you a pointed look, "Which is no different than how you normally look." 

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and you're thankful he misses your flustered expression. The walk to the hotel and the brisk cold air gives you time to not only cool off but think.

Really reflect on the year, this horribly rotten, all bad luck year. Reminding you of all the times you had failed but also reminding you of all the opportunities you had missed. And not opportunities in the sense of promotions or saving people but opportunities to get closer with a certain somebody. 

You glance up at him and he glances down at you, smiling in a way that sets your skin on fire and yet it makes you feel at ease. 

Slowly you were coming to hate it. 

"I'm excited that they decided to invite some smaller agencies. Means I can introduce you to some of the kids I interned. Well I guess they are adults now huh." He looks nostalgic, sad even as he stares into space. Opening the door to the large hotel and it the look sticks with him until he is just before the party doors. 

"Ready?" 

"As ready as I'll ever be." You huff as he places his hand on the small of your back, bringing you into the rented ballroom. Lights and sounds consume your sense as music dances around light conversation. You're beginning to wonder if a drinking contest was such a good idea that is before you see the CEO of your agency totally shit faced. You glanced down at your watch, it was only 8pm. 

Taishiro guides you around the room with a "starter" drink, introducing you to old and new faces. Beaming with pride as he introduces you as his partner and not his sidekick like other heroes had done in the past. You hated how much your heart raced. 

"And this is Kirishima! He was one of my best and most memorable! Kids got guts and heart in spades!" He slaps Kirishima on the back and the young man slumps forward with a sharp toothed smile. 

"Aw come on, I wasn't that great��" He scratches the back of his head. 

"I heard that's when you became 'unbreakable'! I think that's so cool!" You gush over the young hero complimenting him to no end. 

"Stop. You'll give me a big head." He smiles, blushing furiously before his eyes wander to the closeness of the two of you and then they settle on your drinks, "You're not trying to out drink the infamous FatGum are you?" 

You laugh loudly before leaning in close as if to share a secret. 

"Oh, yes and I plan to kick his ass." 

Kirishima returns your smile and stage whispers 

"Taishiro-sama has lost a good bit of weight. I believe in you!" He winks before someone across the room calls for him, "Call me when you get really started!!" 

Two hours pass and you find yourself sitting across from your partner with his sleeves rolled up. Showcasing those deadly forearms as he slams back another shot. Kirishima keeps tally on hotel stationary and announces the number of shots. 

"You'll have to take five to be in the lead! You'll have two minutes to decide to forfeit or-" But before he can finish you're grabbing for one of the prefilled shot glasses. 

"Kanpai!" You shout, slinging them down, ignoring how the room is spinning and how bright the light reflects off of the table full of empty shot glasses. 

Kirishima's eyes widen as you down an extra shot for good measure, tallying the booze count with worry.

"Fat hero." He says, almost gritting his teeth, "You'll have to take seven to be in the lead." 

The large hero leans on his forearms on the table, the alcohol he's had had mostly been processed and maybe your figured that out. That he was starting to lose his edge so he takes you up on the challenge knocking back the several shots as if they were water. You're eager to gulp down a few more praying it drowns out your feelings for the sexy man across from you, instead he lets his broad hand hover over the shot glasses. Silently giving you a reprieve and noticing just how much you're sweating, how blown your pupils are. 

"Let's give it a minute shall we?" He smiles as you drown in his golden eyes. Biting at your lower lip and with a defiant grip you swallow down a final shot.

"Your turn." You focus hard to make sure your words didn't slur, not wanting this feeling or night to end. He snorts, shaking his head wishing you acted out any other time than this. 

"I forfeit." He places his hands up and you glare at him as you wonder if he did it on purpose. Before you have the time to accuse the crowd erupts into a deafening cheer, the room lags as you try to place names with faces as they come close to congratulate you. As more and more people crowd you, the hotter the room feels. Politely you excuse yourself to an enclave balcony closing the doors tightly behind you as you gulp down air, desperate to cool off and douse the desire that burns hot in your belly seeping to your core. 

"Fuck." You rake your nails through your hair as a hit of icy air skates along your skin leaving goose flesh in its wake. A steady warmth comes from behind you, voice deep as he speaks softly. You can tell he's using the same tone he uses on victims, trying not to startle them with his size. 

Little did he know how much you loved how much bigger he was. A safe haven, protection embodied. 

"Ready to go home?"

"No I'm fine! Perfectly fine." He sucks his teeth at your stubborn reply, leaning in close with his hands in the pockets of his tux. 

"You look flushed...you seem out of it." 

"I'm totally of sound mind!" A bark to which he laughs, giving in to the liquid courage as his large hand tilts your chin towards him. Flirting with a line he swore he'd never cross. 

"Yea, if you're so sound of mind, would you let me do this?" He asks, leaning closer, lips almost brushing yours. Your breath mingles with his in little puffs of fog agaisnt the cool air and suddenly you're burning again. 

From the inside out.

His lips touch yours, gently, passive at first and if he's trying to fight against his urges. Slowly he breaks away, amber eyes glued to your mouth before he sighs. Hoping he didn't just fuck everything up. 

In an instant you're drawing him back to you, hands in his golden wheat hair and your fingers weave through the strands. Mouth opening and demanding more as his large hands grip onto your ribcage as if you'd float away. 

And maybe you would, you felt like you could. 

Frantically your hands demand more, exploring up his shirt, touching across his stomach and digging your nails down his back. His own hands follow suit, gripping at your ass and tits, memorizing every luscious curve until he is drunk off of you and you only. You moan into his mouth and with that he loses all restraint. 

Shoving you against the harsh brick building, fisting your hair to tilt your head for better access, exploring your mouth with his well skilled wet muscle. Hands trailing beneath your dress to find your dress, squeezing at your thick thighs and when you moan in approval he moves higher and higher still until his fingers brush against the damp fabric. This time it is his turn to groan as he presses his hardened cock against you, your hips move to grind against his large fingers. 

"Please Tai" It is soft, breathy, sending him into a frenzy as he gives you exactly what you want. Letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric to gather the slick between your folds, gently rubbing against your throbbing clit. You arch against his touch, exposing your neck to him, he leans over and bites. Placing kisses along your throat, making sure to be careful enough to avoid marks before his hazed brain causes him to speak. 

To confess. 

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He asks, plunging his fingers into your tight heat, stretching you as you mewl, "Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Kamisama you were perfect. And tonight. Fuck baby. Wearing my eye color for all to see. You want people to think you're mine?" 

"Yes, Taishiro. I want people to think I'm yours." You moan, fucking yourself on his fingers before he takes over. Setting a quick pace before he curls his thick fingers just right, in an instant you're creaming against his digits. Crying out as he overstimulates you before he covers your mouth with his broad hand, reminding you just how much he dwarfs you.  

It makes you cum again and again and he corners you against the wall. Cock twitching as he laps up your sinful faces with a gluttonous appetite. 

"Please Tai, pleeeasse." 

"What's wrong baby? My fingers not enough?" His cocky tone drives you mad and your hips buck against his touch before he withdraws from your heat. Panting he levels his gaze yo you. 

"Is this what you want?" Peppering you with kisses as if you could deny him and his godly hands.

"Don't make me beg Tai…" You rasp, he gives a devilish smile. 

"Then I won't." His hands slink up your dress, gathering it at your waist as on skillful finger pulls the overly damp underwear away from your soaking sex. He frees himself and you swallow, not realizing just how large he was, for a moment you worry you won't be able to take him. 

"I'll be gentle." He coos, easing himself in an inch at a time as your stretch around his thick cock. Pussy fluttering as it adjusts to his size, he gathers your legs to his sides, squeezing your hips to keep from rutting into you roughly. He pistons his hips slowly, watching your face contort as he angles himself just right. Sensual thrusts have your legs and pussy squeezing him so deliciously tight. Still he worries he's going to hurt you.

"You okay?" Alcohol lingers on his breath and you swallow him whole with a kiss. Moaning into his mouth softly as he rocks you into one of your most intense orgasms to date. It's a slow build, undeniably intoxicating as his steady pace hits your spongy soft spot and his pelvis rubs against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps and your body clamps onto the behemoth of a man tightly, stars dot your vision as he continues to fuck you through it. 

"God you're so beautiful ya know? So responsive to my touch. Taking me so well baby." He purrs against your ear, "Makes me want to keep this pace all night." 

He keeps true to his promise, bringing you to new heights at the steadiest of paces, causing you to lose count of how many times you've cum on his length. Pussy attempting to milk him dry as he palm swallows your screams. He looks at your features, your makeup running from delirious tears, mouth fallen opened in a propetial O as your hair clings to your skin. 

"Kamisama you're like art." He kisses your quickened pulse, "Ready for me to fill you love? You're squeezing me so tight…" 

He groans and all you can think of his him and the searing pleasure that courses through your veins to settle in your over sensitive heat. His cock twitches and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of the Fat Hero's fat cock and his cum.  But words are lost in your hoarse throat and all you can do is nod, moaning his name as if it were a prayer. It's all the encouragement he needs, quickening his pace as the crowd inside grows louder. Counting down from 10. 

It's all lost to you and his hips snap against you, the brick scraping against your shoulders as his grip on you becomes so tight you're sure you'll bruise. Your body hyper aware of every little sensation as you drown in pleasure and warm amber sun, he groans, painting your walls in hot ropes of cum, your vision spots as your body arches to meet him as your spams a final time while his lips crash to yours. 

All the while fireworks erupt over head, bringing in the new year on a literal high note. 

He huffs, sweating as he looks at you, still buried to the hilt. Swiping his thumb over your cheek and running mascara before he breathes out so gently. 

"Happy new year baby." 

[starrynite7114]

Body Art (Angel Reyes)

A/N: Good morning everyone! This was done last night, but work was insane and I didn’t have a chance to post it. Hope you all enjoy this one. It was one of my requests that I have not had the chance to do. But I finally got to do it! I’m making my way through my request list right now, so hopefully I’ll get everyone’s request done soon. 

The request list link is below, please check if your request is there, if it is now, let me know so I can put it in! Still currently taking requests if you all would like to make one. 

Art smut with angel Reyes! He asks you to let him do body art on you. All front and you’re wearing panties right and he asks you to take your bralette/ bra off and he’s like woah and yea lol - @cherry-icetea​

Sorry it took so long love! Hope you enjoy! <3

Enjoy!

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You and Angel have been quarantined together for a month. 

While you two enjoyed the other’s company, the movies and television shows to binge on was slimming down. You both loved nature and craved to be outside. You missed being able to just walk outside without a worry.

But you also knew not to be selfish. 

This was for the better and it was going to save lives. 

But you both were surprised that you haven’t wanted to kill one another. Surprisingly enough, you two enjoyed one another’s company and gave the other space when needed. You two shared a two bedroom apartment. It was nice to share your apartment with a friend, especially one you met through your ex-schoolmate Ezekiel. You and Ezekiel had become close during your first semester at Stanford and when you found out of his fate, you visited him weekly. He didn’t close you off and you were thankful for that. One time you came and his family was there, you met his big brother, Angel and his father Felipe. 

The attraction to Angel was immediate, but you kept everything at bay since you both were in different places.

But somehow, four years after meeting, you found yourself in Santo Padre. While you two texted often, you didn’t hang out with Angel much. When he offered to room with you when you immediately moved to Santo Padre, you were hesitant at first, but you realized that there was no other person you would want to room with besides Angel. 

Work brought you to Santo Padre. Currently, you were a teacher at the high school. It was nerve wrecking since teenagers could be little shits, but somehow, they enjoyed your world history facts that you always taught them.

Living with Angel was a delight. He always brought you home food when he could and helped you cook when he could. He did your laundry for you when he was doing his. Always made sure your oil was changed for your car and everything. And it was always a plus to see Angel walking around shirtless. That man was a god and if you just had some guts, you would jump him, but there was always this unspoken thing between you two. EZ was his younger brother and you were EZ’s best friend, you two were just not allowed to be together, for EZ’s sake.

Regardless, that didn’t mean your attraction was nonexistent. Angel was very attracted to you, and he has been for years, but his promise to his brother always trumped his desire for you.

However, with this quarantine in place and the time he spent with you, Angel found it harder to resist you. Walking in those booty shorts of yours that showed off your assets. He was a strong man, but there was just so much he could take.

One of the best things about living with Angel was the artwork. He painted your room, the artwork suited you so well. You loved watching Angel paint. Your favorite thing to do was reading a book while Angel painted on the ground, concentrating on his next masterpiece. If this outlaw biker thing didn’t work, he could totally open up a gallery. 

Currently, you both were on the couch, finishing up the Punisher. Angel had his head on your lap, as you watched the show intently, digging the storyline and enjoying the eye candy.

“This show is amazing.” You praised it as the ending credits came on.

Angel clicked his tongue. “Or you mean the guys are hot?”

“Don’t be jealous Ignacio, you’re still the apple of my eye.” You pinched his cheek, causing Angel to push your hand away, but he chuckled, loving the feel of your skin on his. It was pathetic really, but he promised EZ he would never fall for you. He thought that maybe EZ was in love with you, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Want to take a break from watching?”

“Sure, what you got in mind? If you say let’s fuck, I’m going to slit your throat.”

“I love it when you threaten me.” Angel chuckled, sitting up. “Want to help me paint?”

“You know I don’t have an ounce of talent for art in my body.” You’ve painted with Angel a few times and he always told you how you were getting better, but you somehow doubted that. Angel was a great teacher, really nice too. Maybe if he didn’t want to do the art gallery, he could definitely be a teacher. 

“No, let me paint you.” Angel really enjoyed your presence whenever he was painting, he felt inspired and encouraged whenever you were around. 

Angel has never requested to paint you before. Wait, that’s a lie, he has numerous times but you always shut him down and made an excuse to leave. He knew that you wouldn’t be able to make an excuse today. You were stuck at home after all.

“Me? No way.” You shook your head. “I feel like we can FaceTime someone and you can paint them instead.” 

“Come on mi dulce, I’ve always wanted to paint you.” He took your hand in his, trying to ignore the butterflies and the spark that just coarse through your body.

“Angel, let me FaceTime Kristin, remember how hot you thought she was?” You were really trying to get out of this as best as you can. You couldn’t keep still and there was no point in painting you.

He recalled making that comment, but he only said it to get a reaction out of you, which obviously didn’t work. “Nope, I want you.” The way he said it, it made the butterflies in your stomach move around even more wildly than before. 

“Can you just not paint me and say you did?” You offered.

“You don’t trust me?”

“No, I’m just shy.” 

Angel smirked. “Shy? You don’t have to be shy with me.” He stood up, taking your hand and taking you to his room. “Do me a favor mama, strip to your bra and panty.”

“What?!” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Come on baby girl, you won’t be fully naked.” He tried to ease your shyness.

“Alright fine, but I expect to be compensated for this.” You were comfortable with your body, but this was also Angel who most likely has seen so many beautiful girls naked. And he may have also slept with you before, it was a drunken night which you remembered well however, you weren’t sure if he did. He’s never mentioned it and you didn’t want to be the one to do so.

As you took off your clothing, Angel immediately regretted asking you to be his model. He’s always imagined how you would look in your unmentionables and he was beginning to forget about his promise to EZ and well, he was fucking forgetting EZ. 

He’s seen it all before. He was buzzed that night, but he definitely wasn’t drunk. At times, you haunted his dreams, seeing you naked could make any man go crazy and it fucked up Angel. He didn’t even know how to approach the subject and quite frankly, since you didn’t mention it, he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to embarrass you or himself.

That one night three months, two weeks, and five days ago was embedded in his mind. He never told EZ about it knowing it would upset his younger brother. But seeing you before him now, Ezekiel could go fuck himself.

“Angel?” You broke him away from his thoughts, biting your lip nervously.

“Sorry, fuck.” He chuckled. “You look fucking gorgeous, querida.”

God when this man spoke Spanish? Used a term of endearment for you in Spanish? It made your thighs clench together because all you wanted to do since that night maybe 3-4 months ago, was fuck Angel again. But with his relationship with EZ just being repaired again, you didn’t want to have them fighting over this. You understood why EZ was protective of you, you technically just had him, but it was also quite annoying.

“Thanks.” You smiled shyly. “How do you want me?”

“You want to lay down? Just so it’ll be more comfortable.”

“Sure.”

Laying down on the floor, Angel looked at your bralette which was burgundy at the area of the cups with flowers branching up from the sides, the bottom of the bralette was black lace. Angel bit his bottom lip, thinking of how he could connect your bra to your panties. Your panties were burgundy, matching your bralette, with lace at the top of your underwear.

You watched as Angel’s eyes roamed up and down your body. It was comfortable, oddly, not creepy whatsoever, but then again, this was Angel. Even though he had this intimidating presence, he was a fucking teddy bear that loved affection and being spoiled.

“Can you at least give me a pillow?” You requested.

Angel chuckled, handing you a pillow. “Don’t know if I told you yet, but you look absolutely stunning.” He began to feel nervous, unsure if he could actually do this. But he reasoned that of course he could, why wouldn’t he be able to do so? He was an artist, he could push his desire for you to the side while he was touching your body. 

Fuck. He was screwed.

Taking out the paint for him to use, he picked burgundy, white, green and a light shade of blue. He had this picture in his mind that he wanted to portray on your body, but all he could picture was having you naked, your sweaty body against his, you breathily moaning, gasping out his name. He shook his head, trying to concentrate. He could paint on you, this was going to be easy. 

Angel began to paint on the black lace of your bralette, a giggle escaping your lips. He chuckled, forgetting how ticklish you were. This whole quarantine has been ridiculous, but he never knew how much he would enjoy life just being at home, but that had a lot to do with you. At first you had offered EZ to stay with you two, but EZ insisted on staying with Felipe. Angel didn’t mind, he wanted you all to himself. Even though you two have been roommates, he didn’t know much about you. He barely found out that you were afraid of heights even though you went hiking with him whenever you two had the chance to do so. He also didn’t know you could handle your liquor better than any of the fucking guys, which thoroughly impressed him. He also didn’t know that you have four tattoos, all on your back, that represented major events in your life. 

He also didn’t know how much he’s been avoiding his feelings for you till he was stuck at the apartment with you with nowhere to go.

“Is this the set I got you for Christmas?” You asked him as he began his work on you.

“Yeah, it was. I’ve used a majority of the set except for this.” Christmas, it was three days after that you two slept together. Angel woke up and you weren’t in his bed anymore. He was going to bring it up, but it seemed every time he tried, it just never happened. “Do you remember what happened a few days later?”

“When we got plastered and played a prank on EZ?”

It was a few hours before you two slept together. EZ was sleeping so you and Angel had the idea of using a feather and shaving cream, tickling EZ on certain spots on his face till he was fully covered. EZ didn’t wake up till Gilly and Coco busted out in laughter when they walked into EZ covered with shaving cream.

“Oh yeah, good times.” Angel chuckled. You felt his fingers moving across your stomach, spreading the paint. “Why are you so tense?”

“Cause I’m trying not to be ticklish.”

“Or maybe I make you nervous?” You could hear the smugness in his voice.

“Nervous? For what?”

Fuck it.

“I don’t know, you tell me mi dulce.” He moved on your other side, to paint that side. It wasn’t his best work, but he just wanted to touch you. “So do you remember that night?”

“I remember bits and pieces of it.” You were being truthful, but it seemed that Angel was trying to have that long awaited talk. It’s not like you didn’t want to discuss it, you just didn’t know where to start. 

‘Hey, remember the time we fucked? Just wanted to let you know that you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.’

Yeah, that would go over well.

“Do you remember when we had sex?” Angel was playing it nonchalant, painting random patterns on your skin. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing anymore, but he just needed something to distract him, in case you rejected him. 

“Yes, I do.”

“Why’d you leave me alone on my bed?”

“Come on Angel, you don’t want to have this conversation.” You didn’t. Angel always seemed forbidden and they were so right that forbidden fruit tasted so much fucking better. You were certain that you and Angel had sex at least four times that night. 

“I do, you don’t? I promised Ezekiel that I would never make a move on you, but to be fucking honest, I don’t really give a fuck anymore.” Angel noticed then that he had painted angel wings below the lace of your bralette. He bit his lip, just thinking of how beautiful you would look with something he created tattooed on you. 

“What are you talking about?” You slightly sat up, looking over at Angel. He softly pushed you back down so he could continue painting, or whatever the fuck he was doing.

“I like you, I’ve liked you for quite some time but I haven't made a move cause Ezekiel asked me not to.”

You were speechless, unsure of what to reply. You like Angel too, but you were wondering if he just liked you now cause there was no one else to sleep with. But he wouldn’t say those words to you just to get in your pants, it would ruin everything. 

“You're kind of making me nervous here.” Saying his feelings aloud made Angel feel vulnerable, made him feel terrified of what the outcome could be.

“I’ve liked you for some time too, but I just figured you didn’t want to cross the line and I could respect that. I left you in bed that morning because I’m not good with rejection. We were both intoxicated and needed some release, I was cool with that.” You truthfully told him. “I think you’re an idiot for listening to Ezekiel.”

The brush strokes stopped and before you knew it, Angel was hovering over you, his lips on yours. His lips were warm, just as you remembered, parting slightly along with yours, his tongue slipping in your mouth. Your hands were on his neck, scratching the back of it. He groaned into your mouth before he pulled away. His eyes roamed down your body, biting his lips as he did.

“Fuck baby, can I take off your clothes?” His voice was so intoxicating, it became deeper. You remembered his voice the most that night. Angel was very vocal, which didn’t surprise you. His mouth made you fucking go insane.

You nodded your head. Angel removed your bralette, licking his lips as his thumb played with your nipple, grazing it softly before rolling it in between two fingers. You bit back a moan, arching into his touch. You’ve slept with a few people after Angel and you were upset how he ruined other men for you. Angel knew your body so well, that one night fucking ruined you and you honestly weren’t even mad about it.

“Are you wet baby girl?” His hand drifted down to your underwear, his art work was slowly being lost with every movement of his fingertips against your skin, but he didn’t care. Your body was art for him, the way you were taking a breathy gasp was music to his ear. He couldn’t wait to hear your moans again. He’s fucked other women after you and he would call out your name, even though the moans, the scent, the feel wasn’t the same.

“Yes,” you answered. 

Angel’s fingers slipped underneath your underwear, running a finger up and down your slit. Circling your clit a few times, you moaned out his name, feeling yourself become wetter with every touch. He slipped a finger inside you, pulling it out and adding another when he slipped it back in. Your legs voluntarily widened, accommodating him as he kneeled in front of you. He slipped your underwear down your legs, you were bare in front of him now and he felt his cock twitched as he watched your pussy swallow his fingers. 

“Are my fingers stretching you enough baby? Preparing you for my cock?” He kissed your lips, moving down your neck, nibbling, marking you as his. Looking down at his artwork that was smeared by his own fingertips, he had to say that it didn’t look terrible whatsoever, your skin was glistening with sweat. “Can I take a picture of you baby, take on my runs?”

All you could feel was Angel’s fingers working their magic on you. His words registered, but as much as you wanted to fight him about having your nakedness on his phone, it was kind of hot. 

“Okay.”

“Yeah baby? Fuck.” Angel got his phone that was on the coffee table, smirking as he opened up the camera app. Your face was covered by your arm, which he didn’t mind. He already had so many pictures of your face, but this was different. He took some pictures before putting his phone away. He felt your pussy clenching as he continued to go in and out, stroking your clit every once in a while. “Oh baby, I feel that. Querida, you cumming?”

“Fuck, yes Angel, holy fuck.” You cried out, back arching as you came.

“For months, I’ve been waiting to see you in this state again, to hear you moaning out my name in a blissful state. Hearing it again, seeing it again, I won’t ever be able to have my fill of you.” He continued to move his finger in and out of you as he said that, helping you through your orgasm. 

“I’m feeling it again,” the feeling was building in your stomach, again. You heard Angel chuckle as he took his fingers away, causing you to whine. 

He took off his shorts and his shirt, sitting against the couch. He pumped himself as you licked your lips, remembering just how good his cock felt inside of you.

“Like what you see?” Angel held his hand out to you.

You nodded your head, crawling over to him. 

“No time for you to suck my dick baby, I need to be inside of you.” He watched as you stood up and slowly squatted in front of him, making him groan. Slowly, you sink down on his cock, stopping every once in a while to adjust to him. He threw his head back, the sensation was incredible. “Look at that pussy stretching to fit my dick.” He rubbed his thumb around your slit, using the wetness to wet it so he could rub your clit. 

Throwing your head back, Angel watched the look of pure pleasure on your face, memorizing it. He knew this wouldn’t be the last time he would have you, like he said, he didn’t care what Ezekiel thought. They were adults, you’re a grown ass woman, EZ could suck it up.

You had your hands on Angel’s shoulder, using it as leverage as you moved up and down his cock. The burn, the stretch, everything about it felt amazing. If there was one thing you remembered vividly about that night all those months ago, it was how well you fit with Angel. Maybe it was cliche to say, but you didn’t care, his cock just felt so damn good.

“You feeling good mi dulce, you missed my dick?”

“Do you ever shut up?” You groaned as you felt your movements speeding up, trying to chase that euphoric feeling. 

“I could, but I know how much you like my filthy mouth.” Angel pulled you against him, your chest against one another. He wrapped his arms around you, trapping you against him. His hips thrusted upward, hard and fast, and you just took in the onslaught, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm hit not a few minutes later. He continued to fuck into you, causing you to scratch his sides, moaning out his name over and over again. He slowed down, letting go of you. 

Your head landed on his shoulder, your hand on his stomach. “Give me a minute.”

Angel chuckled. “My dick too much for you baby? Don’t worry, we’re gonna be fucking so much, you’ll learn how to keep up with me.” He kissed your shoulder. “This pussy is mine now, hell, it’s been mine since that night.” He pulled you away from him so that he could kiss you, his tongue entering your mouth. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, helping you move up and down as his lips touched yours, his breath just hot against your lips. “We sleeping in the same room now baby.”

It wasn’t even a question, it was a statement.

“My room, I don’t like your bed.” You kissed him again. Pulling away, you ran your fingers through your hair.

“Don’t care which room, as long as you’re in my arms.” Angel laid you on your back, bending your knees and holding them at the back. Looking down at where you two were joined, he smirked. “Can’t believe I listened to EZ.”

“Such a good older brother.” You teased Angel. “Shit Angel, go faster.”

“You don’t like this pace baby? You don’t like it when I go slow, taking my time on you?” Angel ran his hands up and down your thighs, moving it down to your stomach as his art was smeared all around. “I wanna design a tattoo for you querida.”

“No, we have time for that later. Fuck me.” Angel chuckled. “If you fuck me good enough then you can design whatever you want for me.”

You saw how Angel’s eyes darkened, he had your legs hanging on his shoulders. He pounded into you, in and out at a fast pace. You slightly regretted challenging Angel, but this felt so fucking good. 

“This hard enough for you baby?” He taunted. 

You nodded your head. “It feels so good.”

“Yeah you do, you feel fucking amazing querida.” Angel groaned. “You look so beautiful underneath me baby, you’re just gripping my dick baby. This is my pussy, ain’t no one else ever going to see you this way from now on. Fuck those puto’s you took home.”

Taking one of his hands that was beside your head, you took his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it before you directed it towards your clit. Angel immediately followed your order and rubbed it.

“You look so good like this.” Your eyes were closed, toes curled, and lips bitten. You hold onto one of his arms, nails digging into his skin and he fucking loved it.

“Angel!” You cried out as your orgasm finally came. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He followed right after you, moaning out your name as well. He pulled out, the emptiness making you whimper. Angel helped you up, his cum dripping down your leg. He smirked as he watched it go down and you rolled your eyes.

“Such a guy.” You playfully pushed him. 

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, his cock was already semi-hard. 

“You ready for round two, cause we ain’t fucking leaving our bed till at least Monday.”

It was only Thursday.

[bittywitches]

Hi! Idk if you’ve seen the trend ‘Kissing my Best Friend’ but if you have, can you do one of those with either of the twins? I just love them so much and I’m in my feels🥺😂 thank youuuu💕

Omg I should definitely be working on the meet cute asks rn but god I love this idea so much I had to write it 🥺🥺 thank you for suggesting it b!!

“Fuck.” You paced back in forth in the bathroom, your heart pounding a million times a minute. You never thought you could possibly be this nervous in your entire life, but you were. You kept shaking you hands because of how goddamn sweaty they were.

“Y/N COME ON!” Grayson’s voice boomed from the living room, almost giving you a heart attack.

“GIVE ME A SEC!” you yelled back.

“IF THEY COOL DOWN TOO MUCH THEY WON’T TASTE GOOD!” He was talking about the cookies you guys had made. You’d asked him to come over to bake them so you’d have something to film for the beginning part of your Tik Tok (of course he just thought he had come to hang out), but now you weren’t sure if you were ever gonna get the courage to finish it.

“FUCKING WAIT ONE SECOND!”

“JESUS OKAY!”

You weren’t usually one to yell like that, but god you were so nervous. You buried your face in your hands, rubbing it fast to try and get yourself together.

You never thought you’d ever end up doing something like this. Your feelings for Grayson were always supposed to be a secret. Literally nobody knew, hell you barely knew up until a few years ago. You guys had been friends since Elementary school. Best friends! But dear lord you loved him so much, you just never thought it would ever end up being expressed in one way or another. You didn’t even know how you’d convinced yourself into doing this, it was so unlike you and fuck you couldn’t stop shaking.

You sat down on the toilet seat, bobbing your knees up and down. You were biting your fingernails as you replayed what you planned on doing over and over again. All you had to do was just set the phone down, and then..

“Fuck I can’t do this,” You muttered, then slapped your hand for biting your nails again. You pushed your hair back behind your face, holding your forehead in your hands with your elbows on your knees. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t mess this up. You loved him so much and if you were the reason why you guys couldn’t be friends anymore then-

“Y/N, you good?” You yelped when you heard Grayson’s voice right outside the locked door and the sound of his knuckles knocking on it.

“Jesus fucking CHRIST Grayson!”

“The hell are you doing in there?”

“Taking a shit! Now fuck off!” you yelled.

“Okay, damn!”

The sound of his footsteps walking off made you feel uneasy, and you groaned, racing up to the door and pressing your face to it. “Sorry I yelled!” You called back to him.

“Whatever!”

You pressed your forehead against the cold wood of the door, then banged it on their gently a few times.

“Fuck me.” You walked back to the sink, looking at the mirror. You were wearing a pair of jean shorts and one of Grayson’s sweaters. You were used to wearing his clothes, but now it felt weird considering what you were about to do.

“I literally can’t do this.” You ran your hand up into your hair and gripped your roots, pulling on them gently to try and stop your insanity. “No. I’m gonna do it.” You dragged your hands down to squish your cheeks. “oh god this is going to go so badly.”

You slapped your cheeks, and shook your head. “Okay okay okay…” You brought your hands up in front of your face, and you could literally see your fingers shaking.

“Stop that.” You shook them, then held out your right hand in front of the mirror, trying to steady it, but it literally would not stop shaking.

You slapped your hand again. “You fucking wimp!” Your eyes went to the clock, and you realized you’d been here for almost twenty minutes. It made sense why Grayson was checking up on you.

“Okay. I’m doing it.” You flushed the toilet and washed your hands, briskly walking out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen.

“There you are, did you have diarrhea or something?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Shut up.” You went to the counter, and you stood there with your eyes closed for a few seconds, trying to calm your excessive heartbeat. After that you tried to prop your phone up against the wall, but cursed when it wouldn’t stay up because of your trembling fingers..

“What’re you doing?” Grayson asked, watching you fumble with your phone.

“Gotta record the taste test.” You breathed out, finally getting the phone to stay upright.

“Ahh, right.” He turned back around, probably going to get another cookie.

You breathed out and went to stand beside him.

“Gray.”

He was doing something on his phone while hunched over the kitchen island, not paying any attention to you.

“Grayson.”

“Yea.”

“Gray.”

“Mhm.”

“Gray!” You grabbed his shoulder and shook him, finally getting him to look up.

“What??”

You brought your hands up to his face and pulled him down to yours, your lips meeting with his. You could feel your fingertips pulsing against his skin and you didn’t dare open your eyes because you were so scared of what you’d see.

He lingered there for a second, then immediately pulled back, causing your heart to literally leap into your throat, you were terrified that you might puke it out.

When your eyes jolted up you saw his open wide, a bit of an awestruck expression on his face. “No way,” he muttered.

“What?” Your voice quivered in the middle.

“Don’t play with me like that, Y/N.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why did you do that?”

“What do you mean-”

“WHY did you do that?”

“Grayson what are y-”

“Do you like me?”

“Why the fuck else would I kiss you, dumbass?!” You yelled that last part.

“Shut the fuc-”

“GRAYSON!”

“C’mere you asshole!” He took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. You let all of your stress and fear out as you sighed against his lips, your shoulders falling in relief. You tried to bring your hand up to him, but he pulled away when he felt them quivering against his chest.

“Oh my god are you shaking?” You let out a half-laugh-half-sob as you nodded, your eyes scrunching up causing a few tears to well up in them.

“Oh my god, you are so fucking cute.” He wrapped his arms around you, and you sank into his warmth, relaxing fully as you laid your head in the crook of his neck, his chin propped on top of it.

“That is the scariest thing I have ever done in my entire life.” You laughed against his chest.

When he felt your arms tremble in his embrace, he kissed the top of your head. “Jesus, you absolute angel.”

You snuck your arms up his chest and around his neck, fully burying your nose into his neck, inhaling his scent to calm you down.

He wrapped his arms tightly around your torso, squeezing you gently. “You are such an asshole.”

You shot your head up. “What? Why?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Excuse you, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t think you-”

“Neither did I!”

“Wait,” He pulled you away from him. “Is that what you were doing in the washroom this whole time.”

“I was fucking nervous!” You laughed, shoving him in the chest.

“Oh my god,” he went to hug you again, but then pulled back just as quickly.

“Is this why you invited me over today? Like as a set up-”

“You don’t have to stop holding me to ask questions.” You reached around him again and pressed yourself into him, and Grayson happily obliged, leaning against the island as you did so.

However, you ended up pulling away, just so you could press your lips quickly to his again. As soon as you did, your face flushed.

“How are you this cute.” Grayson chuckled, leaning his head against yours.

“I’m gonna be so fucking pissed if I wake up right now,” you muttered quietly, and Grayson threw his head back laughing.

“Good thing you recorded it for later.”

“Oh my god shit the camera!” You pulled away from him to race over to the counter and grab your phone.

“There’s something your followers are gonna obsess over for a while.”

You grinned at him as you pressed the button to stop recording.

[rovinky]

thank you @sleepy-skittles i definitely needed this after yesterday's awfulness

I wasn't sure what to write for this at first but I think I finally figured it out - this is longer than I thought it would be oops, maybe I should put it on ao3 idk

Rovinsky + “this isn’t our actual first kiss but it is our first important kiss”

The first time he ever kissed Kavinsky it had been after a race.

Gansey hadn't wanted him to go but he'd been feeling an itch burn beneath his skin. He'd needed to crawl out of Monmouth and away from morality for the nighty came for him a second time, Ronan shoved him again, and again, and again, until his fingers curled in Kavinsky's tanktop and he dragged him in for a kiss. The taste of cigarette smoke and bitter alcohol swathed over his tongue and the smell still makes him a bit woozy even now.

After the first kiss, they'd parted and didn't speak of it again.

The second time he kissed Kavinsky had been during a substance party.

Gansey hadn't wanted him to go but he'd been feeling an itch burn beneath his skin. He'd needed to crawl out of Monmouth and away from morality for the night. He'd arrived at Kavinsky's party where he'd been asked to produce a substance.

"Here's your fucking substance, asshole," Ronan growled before laying a wet kiss on Kavinsky's mouth before he could protest.

He can still remember how the boys' jeered all around them. How Kavinsky's body stiffened and then relaxed in his arms. His own flushed reflection staring back at him in Kavinsky's mirrored shades when they parted.

For a second time, they parted and didn't bring it up again.

The third time he kissed Kavinsky had been in a dream.

They met in his dream space, standing together in the woods. Kavinsky had grinned at him, wild and boyish. His shades were gone and for once, Ronan couldn't tell if Kavinsky was inebriated. All he knew was he'd laughed and said, his voice teetering into derisive, "You want to kiss me so bad."

The worst part was Kavinsky was right. He rolled his eyes and pulled him in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around Kavinsky's slim waist. He felt Kavinsky press something into his hand and when Ronan woke and could move again, he'd shifted his gaze to his palm to see what it held.

A small little orb hovered over his palm. Inside, Ronan could see galaxies swirl. Their own little secret.

The fourth time he kissed Kavinsky had been much later. After high school, after Adam graduated from Harvard, and when they both moved to Boston to chase Adam's career. He hadn't expected to see Kavinsky ever again after a falling out their senior year of high school. He never expected Joseph Kavinsky to become a part of his life again.

Boston wasn't exactly where he thought he would be calling home either but Adam had found a job in the city and Declan had moved in with his artist girlfriend Jordan in the same area. Despite his claims of hating Declan, Ronan could never quite shake his need to be around family.

So, Ronan made a life here.

At times, he would travel around to the country to escape the city's oppressive atmosphere, working on farms and volunteering his time at animal sanctuaries. He made friends with a girl named Hennessy on accident while Adam was at work. They hit it off when she hopped into his car and told him to drive, drive, drive.

Afterward, they ended up in the apartment he shared with Adam and she laughed hysterically when she found out his name. "Ronan Lynch?" she'd cackled. "Your Declan's brother."

They'd bonded even further when they both found out they were dreamers.

A night of dreaming left them both buzzing and wanting, feeling drunk without having to drink, they winded up in a tattoo shop. Proclaiming they would get matching tattoos, even if Ronan had no intention of letting anything on his body match someone else. Hennessy was taken off to one room and Ronan to another where he'd come face to face with a boy - now a man - he hadn't seen in six years.

Joseph Kavinsky gave him his second tattoo.

Joseph Kavinsky also gave him his third tattoo and fourth tattoo. Ronan kept returning for more ink and Kavinsky's talented hands.

"You want to kiss him again, don't you?" Adam had asked one night after Ronan spent hours talking about Kavinsky's shop.

Maybe he did but he quickly denied it. Adam only smiled at him; the kind of smile which left him feeling stripped despite being fully dressed.

"It's okay if you do," Adam whispered. "I'm secure in us."

Ronan returned for a sixth tattoo and they were at the shop until past closing. Kavinsky locked up once they were done and Ronan stole the fourth kiss. He pressed him against the BMW and kissed fast.

"What are you doing?" Kavinsky had asked.

He didn't know. They parted again for the fourth time but unlike the other times, this last one haunted him. It followed him around and entered his dreams.

Hennessy told him to just fuck Kavinsky and get it over with. Adam told him to ask Kavinsky on a date and get it over with. Gansey told him he really needed to focus on himself and get over it.

Ronan could not get over it.

Which is how he ended up standing out of Kavinsky's shop, staring at the Open sign, and trying to talk himself into walking in. It's been two weeks since their fourth kiss - not that he's been counting.

He takes a step closer to the shop and then backs off, before pacing back and forth in front of it, until the sound of the door opening makes him freeze and spin around. Kavinsky stands there, his head tilted to the side, looking ridiculously kissable in the afternoon sun.

"Lynch? What the hell are you doing?"

Ronan stammers, wishing he could formulate words but they're failing. He knows two languages and can't even formulate one sentence.

Kavinsky raises an eyebrow. "Is it your tattoo?"

"No," he finally manages. "No- the tattoo is great." He rubs the back of his neck, looking down at his scuffed combat boots. "K..."

"Yes?"

He wants to ask Kavinsky out but he has no idea how to do it. Of course, Adam had been the one to kiss him. Then, they'd just started being boyfriends; there had never been an 'asking out' process. Everything had just happened.

"Look, I have clients coming..." Kavinsky starts but Ronan steps in and kisses him again to shut him up.

There's a moment where Kavinsky stands there, stunned, not kissing him back but then they both relax into it and Kavinsy releases the door so they can step into each other's space. They kiss hungrily until they're both breathless and pulling away for air.

"Shit," Kavinsky gasps. He reaches up to touch his lips, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

Ronan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a matching miniature galaxy sphere and places it in Kavinsky's palm. "Text me."

Their parting less like shrapnel now and more like waves longing for the return to the shore.

A text comes later in the evening and Ronan practically dives for his phone which if Adam had been home, he'd be fairly embarrassed.

-> so about that kiss

Ronan's heart flutters as he types back, glad Kavinsky stole his number from his paperwork. Of course, he's never changed his number, maybe Kavinsky still had it from Before.

<- yea?

-> are you sure you want to do this? are you sure you want to get to know me? pretty sure you hated my guts at the end of hs

<- i did but tbf you were a piece of shit

-> thanks

<- so was i

-> we both were

<- i suck at apologies man so idk if you're wanting one or what

-> i'll take another kiss instead

<- when?

-> whenever you want to give it to me

Ronan chews his bottom lip and sends Kavinsky a final text, asking him to come over. He sends over his address and mentally makes a note to tell Kavinsky everything.

About Adam. About their life here. About their agreement. They can make it work.

The sixth time, arguably the first important time happens six months later. Sunday, the shop is closed, and they're standing in The Insitute of Contemporary Art, staring at artworks by an artist Hennessy is currently obsessing over. The rain outside is partially what drove them indoors to start with but Ronan supposes it kills two birds with one stone.

"I don't get it," Kavinsky says while he tilts his head back and forth.

"I don't think you're supposed to." Ronan turns away from the art so he can look at Kavinsky instead. He studies Kavinsky's profile, his sharp nose, and soft lips. The way his brow creases together while he looks at the painting.

"Pretty sure it's supposed to be about something important- Ronan-." Kavinsky gasps when Ronan turns him to face him. "You almost knocked me on my ass."

"You're fine," Ronan replies. He presses his forehead lightly to Kavinsky's, squeezing his hand where he holds Kavinsky's smaller one in his own. "I'm gonna say something and you're going to think I'm insane."

Kavinsky rolls his eyes. "Are you going to say you like this painting because it's fucking ugly."

"I love you."

Kavinsky blinks, clearly looking like he needs to reboot. "Excuse me?"

"I know it sounds insane but I do, I love you." Ronan blushes, wishing he hadn't spoken at all. Telling Adam he loved him had happened quickly and with ease because he knew it to be true. Now, he's standing at the precipice of loving someone else, someone he'd never expected to love but he does all the same.

"You don't have to say it back," he adds quickly. "I don't expect you to... I just wanted you to kno-." Ronan cuts off because Kavinsky is kissing him. They kiss in front of a Jeff Koons which he's sure Declan would shudder at and he knows Hennessy will laugh at. They kiss until Ronan feels dizzy and when they part, he almost has to sit down.

"Fuck," Ronan whispers.

Kavinsky's face is flushed and he clears his throat, slowly turning to look at the painting again but Ronan feels him squeeze his hand subtly. "So, what do you think this means again?"

Ronan smirks and squeezes back. "I think it fucking sucks but let's go ask Parrish."

Hearing Kavinsky laugh is enough to make everything worth it.

[sleepylixie]

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to ask- hey nice shoes”

“Thanks I draw on them”

“Oh they suck then”

“Excuse me?”

“Please help me”

“With what” hongjoong asks as he stares at Chan like he is insane

“Nobody likes me” Chan whines and sits on the floor beside Honjoong

“Oh I’m sure that’s not true.” Hongjoon’s mood changes and pats Chan’s shoulder “I’m sure your mom loves you. She’s told me. Even tho your friends don’t”

“Hey. I know my mom loves me! and you don’t even know my friends!” Chan shrugs Hjs hand off his shoulder.

“Then what is it about” hongjoon asks

“Well..” Chan continues hesitating “girls don’t like me”

“Understandable” Hj nods

“Excuse me?” It’s Chan’s turn to ask

“Listen boy are you here to learn how to get bitches or be a bitch?” Hj tells him as he stands up

“I’m here to learn how to find a girlfriend” Chan stands up too

“Well listen to me well” Hongjoon says in a whisper

“...Yes?” Chan whispers , stepping closer to him to listen better

“Come by tomorrow again. With money. 10$. I’ll tell you all about it” Hj casually says, wears his Mickey Mouse bag and leaves the room

“Hey! I need help right now. Thought you were nice!” Chan shouts

“Not to jocks!” Hj shouts back. He thinks of the new art stuff he can buy with the jock’s money on his way home and smiles to himself

*** the next morning he is surprised to find Chan sitting at one of the tables, in the art room. how did he know he’d be there? Before he asks Chan beats him to it

“Your friend Wooyoung told me. Hangs out with my besties” and Hj cringes to himself at the word bestie. He will scold Wooyoung later for talking to the jocks. He can only ever trust San.

“Don’t you have class?” Hj asks

“I need help now” Chan begs and throws the dollars at the table

Hongjoon counts them and eyes him well “perhaps I can help you right now” Hj smirks

“Undress” he commands

“What” Chan says in defeat. “I don’t like where this is going”

and Hj rolls his eyes “your clothes. you always wear hoodies and shit. have you ever seen me in anything else but jeans? jeans are sexy. I even wear them during p.e”

“That must be uncomfortable” Chan says

“That’s fashion! You have to sacrifice to get pussy!” Hongjoon points at Mickey Mouse at his bag “even the rat has a girlfriend” and Chan stares at the drawing

“ and your hair! where is your curly hair? you always straighten them or wear things over them. take your SnapBack off! Today you’re embracing your curls. Let the wind hit them and let them fly” Hongjoon tells him and Chan looks at him wide eyed

“Don’t look at me like that” Hongjoong says. “And for the love of god. Stop giggling when someone flirts with you. Girls like confident men. Don’t use pick up lines like your hands look heavy can I hold them. What are you 12?!” Hongjoon finishes and Chan doesn’t know whether to trust the man and thank him or run. Is he insane?

“Now scam. I have to finish drawing this pair of sneakers”

“Can I have them they look cool”

“100$”

“Sure” Chan agrees

“next lesson tomorrow” Hj grins

*** after a month Hj is surprised to see Chan in black jeans and a cool tshirt, w blonde curly hair . and a girl talking to him, on top of that giving him her number.

“hey dude” Chan yells when he sees him and Hj runs to his art room. Why is he jealous?

But Chan rubs after him and grabs his wrist like in those kdrama scenes Jinnie watches “where are you going?”

“What the fuck do you want?” hongjoon says “I can’t be caught talking to a joke” he rolls his eyes

“I just wanted to thank you for all the lessons. But of course I wouldn’t agree to go out with that girl. Wasn’t she your ex”

It was in fact not his ex. But Hj will play along. “Yes, yea she was.” he agrees

“After all I think she only wanted me for a one night stand” Chan sighs

And hongjoon says “well I don’t want you for a one night stanD!. I like your hair curly, wavy, straight or whatever they are.! I also love when you wear your black sweaters and shorts and even beanies! I should have never changed you! I even wrote a song for you “draw”! Please date me !!”

And they lived happily ever after. *Ed Sheeran Perfect plays in the background*

I will find you and i will fight you 🔪 whoever you are🔪 jinnie anon or not 🔪 WAS INFLICTING THIS PAIN FUN FOR YOU NONNIE? 🔪

@popisdead i think this one's for you too 🧠🤕 somebody wrote Chanjoong before anybody else

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Meant To Be: Part 5

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug use.

Word Count: 4,072

A/N: Y’all can thank @wings-of-a-raven for this one….

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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“So… you’re just going back, then.”

“Damn it.” You groaned as you shoved the last of your clothes back in a box to ship them back to Los Angeles. “She called in the cavalry.” You glanced over at Colson, who was standing in the nursery that could strangely only be accessed through your room, before looking back to the door where your father was leaning against the door frame.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea, (Y/N)?” He asked. “Going back to him?”

“Excuse me?” You asked as you turned completely toward him. “Do I think it’s a good idea to go to LA to live with the father of my child? Is that what you’re asking me right now?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m asking you.” He said with a slow nod. “He wasn’t there for you, (Y/N). What makes you think he’s going to be there now?”

“Think the better question here would be where were you?” Colson asked softly as he carried a box full of toys out of the nursery to add to the stack that was temporarily destined for the small moving pod that was sitting in the driveway to be taken to his house the next day. “Because I left to save her and had I known about my son, that gap of time would’a been a lot shorter.” Your dad shut up relatively quickly since he hadn���t realized that your significant other was in the room as well, and Kels simply walked back into the nursery to finish packing.

“He’s got a point, you know.” You sighed as you grabbed another one of the rented plastic totes from the stack and set it on your bed to pack up the stack of laundry and photos off of your mom’s dresser (since yours was in a storage unit out in California.) “I love you, Dad but you turned your back on me when I got fucked up at your wedding. Mom when I dropped out, and Junior and Tabby did when I moved. The only person I’ve had by my side in the last ten years is Colson.”

“And who’s choice was that, (Y/N)? Huh?” Ross asked, harshly. “I don’t think you get it yet. Your actions are the reason we aren’t there…”

“No, you are the reason!” Colson shouted as he came out of the room, which startled Gage in his baby swing, and made him start to cry. “You’re her fucking father! The man that should have been by her fucking side no matter what!”

“Babe.” You tried as you picked up Gage to soothe him.

“What kinda man just abandons his fucking kid when she fucks up?”

“Baby…”

“She needed you, old man!” He roared as he stepped toward your father and you quickly stepped between the two men and put your hand on his chest.

“Colson, look at me. Hey…” You gave him a firm push, which didn’t move him far, but it was enough to get his attention. He huffed and put one of his hands on yours on his chest as the other went to your hip to pull you back a step away from your dad.

“And this is the kinda man you want to be around? This violent thug?”

“Fuck you, dick!”

“Colson! Walk it off!” You growled as you moved your hand and grabbed his chin. You yanked hard, and guided his eyes to his own crying son. “Take him, please. We have a flight to catch and we have to get this shit out to the storage box before we go. And I can’t do that shit by myself if you’re making our son cry when he should be napping.”

“You’re right.” He said as he physically relaxed in the safety of the nursery. “You and your fucking Jedi mind shit.”

“Just take your son, please.” You sighed with a smirk. “I have to cover your slack now, too.”

“Jesus, bitch! Ain’t that fucking hard to be a mom.” He teased as he quickly stepped out of your reach.

“Fucker!” You barked as you kicked him hard in the butt cheek. “Get him back to sleep. I’m gunna carry this stack up.” You paused in the doorway and looked at your father with your eyebrow raised. “What? It surprises you that the tattooed, piece of shit thug is that passionate about me when my own family only cares when my son got involved?” You gave him a tight lipped smile and nodded your head as you picked up two boxes and stood in front of your dad until he moved. 

“He’s my family.” You said to him as you stoped by his side for a moment longer. “And I love him. So yes, I’m going with him to California, then I think somewhere overseas for his tour. Not sure. But I’ll be… we will be with him as a family. One that doesn’t turn their backs on loved ones no matter what.” With a slight bob of your head goodbye, you turned and headed toward the stairs to finally finish packing the POD so you could catch your flight.

——

You weren’t exactly sure how you forgot the insanity, but when Gage’s bedtime came and went, and the party was still raging down stairs, you quickly realized that raising a child in Colson’s house was going to be a very difficult challenge. You didn’t want to be ‘that bitch’ that came in and tried to change his lifestyle but the later it got and the more Gage cried, the more pissed off you were. You were at least glad that Kels had a small balcony off his master bedroom, which helped damper the sound, but even so, Gage would not fall asleep. Which is exactly why you found yourself, sitting on a slightly broken lounge chair, with your six month old laying on your chest, watching the Wiggles on the baby channel on your phone at three in the morning.

“Stupid fucking Wiggles.” You grumbled softly under your breath as your son laid peacefully, mesmerized by the bright colors on the screen. “Shit’s like a bad fuckin’ acid trip. Who the fuck though this was a good idea anyways? Should be fucking banned…” Your words were cut off by the deafening rumble of a chainsaw, which made you lurch to your feet.

“Oh no!” You shouted as you ran through the house with Gage once again screaming in your ear since either the sound, or your quick movement startled him. Your heart raced in your chest because you knew, at this late hour, there were enough drugs and alcohol involved in this situation to kill an elephant and that someone was gunna get seriously hurt with that chainsaw. 

“Colson!” You roared as you ripped open the front door and moved Gage to your hip. Your boyfriend whipped around to look at you with wide, panicked eyes as he let the chainsaw in his hand putter to a stop. You shook your head and hiked your son up a little bit more as words escaped you. ‘No’ was all you managed to say before you turned around and slammed the front door behind you. You started all over again with calming your son down as you headed back upstairs, and the front door opened a few moments before you slammed the bedroom door closed behind you.

“OK.” You soothed as you laid Gage down in your arms and started to bounce him gently to calm him down again. “I know, baby boy. Mommy’s not happy either.”

“Babe.” Colson said softly as he came into the room, which made you instantly round on him with rage in your eyes.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” You screamed as you continued to bounce. “A fucking chainsaw?! Colson, you are so fucking high, I don’t even think you could tell me what Gage’s middle name is…”

“Michael.” He interrupted, daringly as he closed the bedroom door.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” You screamed as you set Gage down in his rocker. “It’s three in the Goddamn morning and your son has been up here screaming for HOURS! So don’t you dare think you can get smart with me right now!”

“Yo, I’m…”

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it!” You countered over him as you stuck your finger in his face, angrily. “You are the one that wanted us here. You are the one that wanted to be a fucking father. So fucking act like a fucking father and let your Goddamn son go to fucking bed already! He’s exhausted from the time change, I’m exhausted from listening to him scream, and you’re downstairs snorting coke like it’s the fucking 80’s again. Get your fucking shit together, Kels.” You slammed your finger into his chest so hard, you heard your knuckle crack and he reached out and quickly grabbed your wrist before you could turn away.

“OK.” He said simply with a nod of his head, knowing that this was not the time to piss you off because you would swing on him. “My bad. I’ll wrap it up and come help get him to sleep. I’m sorry, baby girl.”

“You fucking better be.” You barked as you ripped your arm out of his grip and went back to pick up your son. “Goddamn chainsaw. It’s three in the fucking morning and you dumb mother fuckers are running a fucking chainsaw. Fucking idiots.” Kels watched you step back onto the patio with a shake of your head, and after a moment, he turned and quickly headed down stairs.

“Yo, parties over.” He called out as he turned down the music.

“The fuck?!”

“Dude, you just got back…”

“Yea, and I got a screamin’ son and a pissed off baby mama upstairs that need to get some sleep. So keep your shit down because I don’t feel like getting fucking stabbed tonight.”

“Dude.” Baze laughed as he poured himself another drink. “When’d you get fucking whipped?”

“When I had a fucking kid, dog.” Colson snapped as he grabbed two beers from the fridge in hopes that they would be a good start of a peace offering. “When I became a fucking parent. That’s when I got fucking whipped.” With a shake of his head, he grabbed some weed from the bag the counter and headed out of the kitchen to calm you down. “And keep the fucking music down!” He called out over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs. He slipped into the room as silently as he could and cringed when he heard Gage still whimpering on the patio.

“Here, baby girl.” He tried as he set the beers and the bud down on the bed on his way outside. “Give him here. Go smoke…”

“Why do you do this to me, Colson?” You asked as you turned around toward him with tears in your eyes. “Huh? Why do you constantly make me the bad guy?”

“Babe, it’s not like that.” He sighed as he gently took Gage from your arms.

“But it is.” You sighed as you walked past him. “Because I know the crew enough to know they called you pussy whipped for wanting to get my son to bed at a reasonable hour. I know that being up here to do something other than getting laid right now is the last thing you want to be doing when there’s at least a half dozen half naked skanks downstairs. And I also know that every minute for the last seven hours, I wanted to be down there partying it up with friends I haven’t really seen in a year…”

“So why didn’t you?”

“What and let him just scream up here all by himself?” You snapped as you flopped down on the bed and cracked open one of the beers. “What kind of mother would that have made me? And don’t you dare say you could have stayed up here with him because we both know you would have lost your shit.” With a heavy sigh, Colson sat down on the bed beside you and moved Gage to lay on his chest comfortably.

“I’m trying, (Y/N).” He said as he looked over at you with a small shake of his head. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

“And you think I do? Colson, I’m literally in the same boat as you here. But I can tell you this much for damn sure, we need to find a fucking medium because if night one of us being here was any fucking indication of what it’s gunna be like to live with you again, then I’m taking Gage and finding my own place again and we can figure out some kind of co-parenting shit.”

“No, please.” He said quickly as he sat up a little bit in fear. “Please, I just got you back…”

“Then fucking meet me in the middle here, Kels.” You interrupted as you gestured to the two of you with your finger. “Us as parents, and us as partiers. Because we can’t live on two different pages in the same house. I can’t be a mom and your booty call when you want it while you party it up with our friends. We’re gunna fucking resent each other for that shit real quick and it is gunna tear us apart.”

“And I swear baby girl, I will figure out how to do that ASAP. Just fucking bear with me, OK? I’ll get us there.”

“You better.” You sighed as you got up to grab his bowl from the entertainment center. “And no more Goddamn chainsaws, you hear me?”

“Don’t you wanna hear the idea…”

“No!” You interrupted as you grabbed the weed off the bed and stepped out onto the balcony. “Shit was probably stupid as fuck.”

“It really was.” He chuckled as he laid back down with Gage on his chest so he could sooth him to sleep. “But it was funny as fuck all the same.”

——

“Hey (Y/N).” Colson said as softly as he could as he kneeled on the bed beside you and ran his fingertips through your hair. You growled at him for waking you up just a few hours after you went to bed and pulled the blanket up over your head.

“Unless you or Gage is dying, you better get the fuck away from me, Colson or I will fucking stab you again.”

“No one is dying.” He chuckled as he very carefully pulled the blanket back. “But you, me, and Gage are gunna go to a hotel for a couple days. I have a surprise but it’s gunna keep you and him up for a couple days…”

“I fucking hate you.” You groaned as you opened your eyes to look up at him. “What’s the surprise?” 

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. Come on. I already packed us up a bag, and fed and changed Gage. Just gotta get you dressed.”

“I’m dressed enough.” You sighed as you sat up and rubbed your hand down your face. You glanced down at the ‘Bloom’ shirt that showed most of your tattooed side thanks to the sleeves and most of the under arm holes being cut out, and nodded. “Fuck it, I’m in LA.”

“OK, you at least need pants.” He laughed as he handed you the pair of jeans he had grabbed from your suitcase. “And shoes.”

“Wait, you’re telling me you heated up a bottle all by yourself?” You asked incredulously as you pulled on your jeans and looked at your tired little boy in his crib from your storage unit in the corner.

“Without the microwave, too.” He said proudly as he held out your sunglasses. “Come on, it’s gunna get really loud in here real soon.” With a heavy sigh, you went over to pick up Gage as Colson grabbed your bag and the car seat. You headed out of the room and nearly tripped over Rook, who was coming out of his bedroom with a large pile of his clothes in his arms.

“Where are you going?”

“Keep walkin’, Uber’s waitin’.” Colson said behind you as JP continued down the hall in front of you. You sighed and did what you were told, too tired to care anymore. You were beyond grateful that he picked a hotel close by and had pulled some strings to get a quiet room, because by the time you got into said room, you had just enough time to pull off your jeans, and put Gage down on the bed beside you before you were back asleep. He let you sleep for the better part of the day before he gently woke you up by running his finger down the bridge of your nose.

“Hey sunshine.” He cooed with a smile. “If you sleep any more, you’re not gunna be able to sleep tonight.” You whined and rolled over on to your back, startling the slightest bit when Gage was laid down on your chest. His giggle made a smile pull at the corner of your lips and you opened your eyes to see his blue eyes staring back at you.

“Well hi there handsome.” You cooed as you put your hands on his back to keep him from rolling off you. “Did you have a fun day with Daddy?”

“We went down to the pool.” Colson said with a smile as he laid down against your side. “And we went swimming for a little bit. Then we went to the atrium and looked at all the plants… and we took some pictures for Mommy and let Mommy catch up on sleep because Daddy’s a fuck head.”

“Daddy is a fuck head.” You giggled as you tilted your head to the side a bit to look at Gage’s new hair style. “And giving out free mohawks?”

“Well I knew you would be pissed if I cut it and he was starting to look a little androgynous…”

“Ooo, big word.”

“Fuck you.” He grumbled as he reached up and fixed the ‘hawk. “So I made my son look bad ass.”

“I would have killed you if you cut his hair.” You said with a small nod as you looked over at him. “But I’m digging the mohawk.”

“It’s fucking bad ass.” He chuckled with a smile. “We’re gunna have to get special EST shit for him since 19 doesn’t work.”

“We both need new tattoos.” You said with a nod as you poked the 19XX tattoo on his collarbone that matched the one across your hip bone. “Fuck, now I want a new tattoo.”

“We should get matching tats for Gage.”

“What the fucking six we already have ain’t enough for you?”

“Bitch.” He groaned as he flicked you in the temple. “Keep that shit up and I’ll call the sitter back and you can order fucking pizza for dinner of some shit.”

“What sitter?” You snapped as you looked over at him with your eyebrow raised. “I’m not leaving him…”

“Relax.” He said as he propped his head up on his fist. “I called Ashleigh. She’s got a niece and she used to baby sit when she was younger all the fucking time. I trust her not to fuck up our kid.”

“Colson, that in no fucking way, shape, or form reassures me.”

“Oh fucking suck it up.” He laughed as he pushed himself up. “We’re going up the fucking block to dinner to get on the same fucking page about shit, OK? Now get your ass up, get into that smokin hot black dress that makes that ass look so fucking good, and let’s go fucking eat some fucking steak like a couple’a sexy carnivores.”

“I’m not going.” You said with a shake of your head as you held Gage to your chest a little tighter.

“Yes… you are.” Colson said, simply as he came over and picked up his son. “Hey, little man. You gunna stay with Ash tonight so Daddy can smooth talk Mommy into his pants again?”

“Richard Colson Baker!” You snapped as you got out of bed and whipped around to look at him. “No sexcapades talk to the baby!”

“Oh, Daddy’s getting lucky tonight.”

——

“Kels! Kels, over here!”

“(Y/N)! Are you finally going back to Penthouse?”

“Where’s your son?”

“Here, baby. Over here.” Colson said softly as he let go of your hand and put it on the small of your back. “Guys! Can you fuckin’ move and let her walk, please?!” You stuttered a bit and stopped walking when someone with a giant camera stopped at the curb in front of you.

“Guys, please?” You asked as you put your hand up in front of your face to shield your eyes from the camera flashes to look for the town car that was supposed to be picking you up.

“Yo, fucking move!” Kels roared as the camera people kept taking their photos and not giving a damn about either of your privacy as they fought to get one of the first photos of you and Colson out in public together. Your hand flew out to catch his fist before he swung on the man with the camera in your face.

“I won’t ask you again.” You growled evenly as you stepped around the photographer.

“Babe!” Colson shouted as he grabbed your arm and yanked you back on the sidewalk as the car came screeching to a stop where you had just been standing and only a few inches away from the man with the camera. You stumbled into his chest and the paparazzi actually stopped taking pictures for a moments. “Go, go.” Colson said quickly as he ran in front of you and ripped open the back door of the car. You sprinted on your toes in your heels and ducked around him into the car at the same moment the photographers started to take their photos again.

“Drive!” You said as Kels slammed the door behind himself. “Just drive!” You ducked your head below the seat and realized that you were actually panting to catch your breath as Colson whipped around and cupped your face in his hands.

“Holy fuck… are you OK? Jesus, come here.” You shook your head as he pulled you into his arms with a heavy sigh. “Fuck, that fucking car was right there.”

“I’m fine.” You sighed as you sat up and flipped your hair back. “Jesus, Colson. I said yes to dinner, not to being fucking mauled.”

“OK, are you at least fucking OK? Scared the fucking shit outta me.”

“How the fuck did they even know we were staying at a fucking hotel?”

“Because I was down in the fucking lobby with Gage.” Colson sighed as he leaned back against his seat. He gave the driver the address of the restaurant and huffed as he looked over at you with a smile. “At least you look hot.”

“You’re an asshole.” You laughed as you pulled your phone from your bag to check your hair and makeup. “Knew I should have stayed in bed with my son.”

“Wrong. You get to party it up with me instead starting right now. Yay!” You looked over at him and did a double take as he shook a small vial of coke between his fingers.

“Wait, you’re serious?” You hissed as you glanced up at your man.

“You quit breastfeeding just this week.” He said as he unscrewed the vial. “And I want my party girl back. Even if it is for one night.” You bit your cheeks to hide your smirk as he poured out a bump on his hand and held it out between the two of you. “Come on, baby. Fly with me.”

“You are a very, very bad influence.” You whispered as you carefully pulled his hand up a bit to snort the coke down. You shivered at the distantly familiar burn and sniffled as you sat up straight. “Bad influence, Colson. So, so bad.”

“How the fuck else did we get Gage?” He teased as he did a bump himself before pouring one more out for you. “Quick, we’re here.”

“Horrible.” You muttered as you did the last bump. “Fuck, that’s good shit.”

“Welcome home, baby girl.” Colson said as he slid the vial into the nice leather jacket he had on. “Welcome home.”

Part 6

[alwaysbewoke]

alwaysbewoke

dickslapthestate:

ranting-rose:

ittybittykittykisses:

ranting-rose:

vgcgraveyard:

caitallolovesyou:

friendly-neighborhood-patriarch:

lazyhat:

I was pretty skeptical about the figures, since they contradict what I usually hear on the media, so I did a little research. Here’s what I found:  (Sorry this is so US centric)  (I’ll also try to stay close to primary sources as possible)

(http://www.cdc.gov/mmwr/preview/mmwrhtml/ss6308a1.htm?s_cid=ss6308a1_e)

- the 12 months before taking the survey, an estimated 4.0% of women experienced some form of physical violence by an intimate partner -an estimated 14.2% of women experienced some form of psychological aggression in the 12 months preceding the survey. -*4,774,000 women have been victims of physical violence by intimate partner in the 12 months preceding the survey -*17,091,000 women have been victims of psychological aggression by intimate partner in the 12 months preceding the survey

- the 12 months before taking the survey, an estimated 4.8% of men experienced some form of physical violence by an intimate partner -an estimated 18.0% of men experienced some form of psychological aggression in the 12 months preceding the survey. -*5,452,000 men have been victims of physical violence by intimate partner in the 12 months preceding the survey -*20,471,000 men have been victims of psychological aggression by intimate partner in the 12 months preceding the survey

*Table 6

By the data presented by the Center for Disease Control, out of the estimate of 10,226,000 yearly victims of intimate partner violence, 53.3% of victims where male and 46.6% were female. As for psychological aggression, out of the estimate of 37,562,000 yearly victims, 54.4% were male and 45.5% were female. These statistics would support the claim made in the bottom left.

Now I couldn’t find a primary source for the 70% of DV is initiated by women, but here’s the facts that I found, which may have been interpreted by the people who made this poster:

(http://www.huffingtonpost.com/glenn-sacks/researcher-says-womens-in_b_222746.html) -Women who were in a battered women’s shelter, 67% of the women reported severe violence toward their partner in the past year.

This can be interpreted as “67% of violent couples with IPV is mutual”. But then again, primary sources and full data would be helpful to back up this claim.

But the one that is most interesting is:(http://psychnews.psychiatryonline.org/newsArticle.aspx?articleid=111137)(Another report analysis from the CDC)

-23.9% of relationships are violent -50.3% of IPV is non-reciprocal and 49.7% is reciprocal (Reciprocal IPV= Mutual violence) -70.7% of non-reciprocal IPV is initiated by women. 

So summing up the numbers, it’s not that 70% of all DV is initiated by women, its that 70% of non-reciprocal DV is initiated by women. To go further would say that 49.7% of DV is mutual, 36.2% of DV is initiated by women, and 14.5% of DV is initiated by men

Male victims of domestic violence are real. They are hurting. And they often don’t get the attention and compassion they so urgently deserve and need.

Have a heart. Open your mind, and give a care.

Hm. These numbers are all so different to anything I’ve seen before. I’m reblogging and liking this both for my own reference and to spread these numbers to others. I’m definitely gonna look into this and see if I can find more sources and more information.

Mother fuckers can we all just say let’s not be dicks to our fucking love ones already?

Tagging this for my speech project that I need the sources for

Here are 221 studies on IPV / DV for y’all.

You are a life saver.

That list is good, but outdated.  I e-mailed the researcher who compiled that list a couple weeks ago and he gave me three different documents.  I uploaded them to this dropbox folder. You can go there and download them.

The list of studies is now up to 343 scholarly investigations (270 empirical studies and 73 reviews). Not only did he send me that list, but he also sent me two meta-studies (also in the dropbox folder).  One is on male/female perpetration rates and the other is on male/female victimization rates. 

There is also “Rates of Bi-directional versus Uni-directional Intimate Partner Violence Across Samples, Sexual Orientations, and Race/Ethnicities: A Comprehensive Review“.  It’s a mouthful to be sure. Basically this study took the data from 48 other empirical studies, collated the data, placed it online for public viewing, submitted it for peer review, and was found to be accurate. 

It’s findings basically wind down to this:

84% of relationships are non-violent

58% of relationships that are violent, both partners abuse the other.

28% of violent relationships only the woman is violent

14% of violent relationships only the man is violent.

This is featured Partner Abuse State of Knowledge Project website and is part of a much larger DV research project.  You can read the summarized findings here or take a gander at the full 61-page review.  This is a compilation of the research of Erin Pizzey, Murray Strauss, Don Dutton, and many others who are challenging the feminist model of patriarchal dominance. They also have some videos that are very informative as well.

Murray Strauss also compiled: Thirty Years of Denying the Evidence on Gender Symmetry in Partner Violence: Implications for Prevention and Treatment.  A report detailing the existence of over 200 studies showing gender symmetry in victimization rates. Studies that show symmetry going as far back as 1975.  He also examines the methods feminist researchers have used to suppress the evidence from public discourse, hence the title “Thirty Years of Denying the Evidence”.

Two other excellent and brief videos on the topic come from the MenAreGood YouTube channel:

Male Victims of Domestic Violence - The Hidden Story

Bias Against Men and Boys in Mental Health Research

I really need to write up a solo reference post for domestic violence data…

so what do we have here? what i’ve been saying forever. women as initiators of domestic violence is one of the biggest, closely guarded secret around. we literally had female FEMINIST researchers hiding evidence. FEMINISTS!! but i’m the bad guy for stating that feminism is filled with man hatred. what would you say of men of who information about abuse women and thus allowed the abuse to continue? YOU FUCKING KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU’D SAY!! am i surprised by the research? no fucking way. we don’t teach women in society to not hit men. we only teach men to not hit women. for little boys on up we are shamed if we even defend ourselves if little girls hit us BUT NOT ONE TIME HAVE I EVER HEARD OR SEEN ANY PARENT TEACHING THEIR LITTLE OR DAUGHTER THAT THEY SHOULD NOT HIT MEN!! we always make excuses for it. “she was emotional” “he said…” “he did…” “he had it coming…” and more. this research is fantastic but let’s be honest, this post isn’t going to get many reblogs at all because most of y'all are married to the idea that women are angels and men are devils. women have no agency and are always victims of men. that only men hit and women never hit. only men can be abusers and women can never be abusers. no amount of research is going to change your minds. men have done some evil shit but i so sick and tired of this narrative that women are just innocent, perfect deities. IF SHE HITS YOU ONCE, LEAVE HER ASS QUICK!!! IF SHE DID IT ONCE, SHE’LL FUCKING DO IT AGAIN!! GUARANTEED. and one more thing, FUCK FEMINISM. hiding empirical data but standing on your high horse preaching gender equality?! fuck feminism. so fucking glad i ceased to be a fucking feminist years ago. eye wide fucking open now.

sinjia

Thank you @alwaysbewoke !!! And did you know that there are feminists on here sending hate mail just because you don’t agree with them? It’s fucking sad, but I’m so happy that you said this. It lets me know that I’m not the only one realizing the shady bullshit that they preach but never practice themselves.

alwaysbewoke

i’ve only known one feminist who was on the right side of this issue and she was so because she works in the domestic violence field as a counselor. she told me she sees it all the time. men get hit, have things thrown at them, women come at them with knives, scratches on their faces and everything and yet we never talk about it. never. the only people who we pounce on for dv are men. we never ever talk about women. never ever. and if you do, you get shouted down. fuck all that.

this is why many men when they hear “feminism” they think “ok that means i get to hit back now.” because we’re tired of the bullshit. we’re tired of women getting away with hitting because society AND FEMINISM tells them it’s fine. it’s okay. they’re allowed. feminism PROTECTS FEMALE ABUSERS ALL DAY!! my goodness. to hide evidence as a researcher is akin to a crime. the ripple affect of that shit is fucking insane. however let them tell it, it’s a problem with men that we think feminism has a man hatred problem. yea the problem is with us because feminism is perfect. feminism ain’t never do no shit, no wrong ever. srsly fuck feminism. fuck it to the depths of hell.

this is why i tell people, dealing with only ONE half of a problem will only allow the problem to continue to exist. it doesn’t change shit. if anything it makes things worse.

racist, sexist feminism. fuck off. i spit on feminism every fucking chance i get. first they fuck over black women (and black men) and then they fuck over men with this type of bullshit. i refuse to align myself with that fuckery. i can help black women much better without it. i don’t need to be a part of something that hates me both as a man and as a black person to help sistas get equal pay and shit. fuckouttahere.

that’s why i call out all these people still posting pics and riding for solange knowles. imagine if i was posting pics and niceties for ray rice. but when women do some violent bullshit, we stay given them a pass smfh. 

[wizisbored]

What are some of your favorite lines you've written for your fics? (Also I'm sorry things aren't going well right now. Sending love 💜)

right its time to go diggin im using this as an excuse to reread everything because i cant think of any lines off the top of my head even though i know theres a shitton

premptively putting a cut here because this will probably end up long as shit and you know what fuck yea to that because fuck yea to being proud of what youve made

SO

hallelujah, first thing i posted:

If those bastards want to make her part of their shitty musical, then she’s going to make it difficult. Or at least inconvenient.

The hive is not inconvenienced in the slightest.’

- idk if this is as funny as i think it is but i find it funny

"Nobody dies with dignity, Emma. There's no honour in the thing, however you dress it up."

- wrote that to sound creepy and now i cant decide whether i actually think its true

But he’s holding her like she’s his salvation, as if it’s his life hanging in the balance.

- salvation is just a good word tbh

It’s hopeless, but she refuses to be killed by a game of fucking ‘got your nose’.

purgatory, intended to be a shitpost but now i unironically think of it as the best thing ive ever written

After a few years (or maybe seconds, it’s not clear) / it takes a moment (or maybe it doesn’t, who knows?) / An undocumentable amount of time passes. /  They might have slipped into an uneasy silence lasting millenia - or milliseconds - if it wasn’t for the jolly tune that suddenly fills the air. / for minutes or years or millenia or maybe even eons / After a brief, indescribably long nap / But the incomprehensible amount of time seems somehow shorter this time.

- 2 in one of fucking with the concept of time and hinting at an unreliable narrator, hell yea. its about the weird atmosphere, baybeeeee

“Does one day of trying the hardest we could outweigh years of not trying at all?” Emma wonders aloud. Paul squeezes her hand.

“I damn hope so.”

He doesn’t ask if she believes in Hell.

- even without context i like this line but in context it really helped set the sombre tone so i could do a full 180 at the end of the chapter

Emma wonders whether they’ve been sent to musical hell for failing to stop the musical apocalypse

- love the implication that there is a hell dedicated to annoying people via musical theatre

“You said- you told her you’d never be in a musical?”

“Yes.”

“And then you died performing a musical number?”

“I- yeah, I did.”

“Brilliant! Now, that is stupid!”

- probably my best characterisation of death, sounds like something that would be said in a stupid deaths bit, i can hear it in his voice

teachers pet

“It’s only blatant if people know about it. So in actual fact this is secret favouritism.”

- hidgens gives absolutely 0 shits about the ethics of the situation good for him

“And if that is kidnapping, well, consider yourself kidnapped.”

- once again ethics simply do not matter

“Oh, where is your sense of adventure? Are you not curious about the results of washing baked beans?”

- this line hants me when im trying to make stew or just have some fucking beans on toast because I am curious about the results of washing baked beans

“Well, if it isn’t, and we both die, then I’ll be quite disappointed. We did spend all evening on this, after all.”

- priorities

finishing what we started, actually originally a scrapped ending idea for igtlt that i liked too much to abandon entirely

“How many bullets?” He eventually asks.

“Enough.”

- they just know what theyve got to do

Only thing left to say is a big ol’ fuck you to… God, everyone else in the fucking world. Oh, and God. Fuck you God, you prick.

- gotta love them tto refs

wildfire, almost 20,000 words of angst that im going to read through because fuck it why not

She doesn't understand the order, at least not yet; a dog doesn't understand the first time she's called to heel. But that can change. Though, from the bared teeth of this dog, the trader guesses it may take a while.

- this is actually something i really like doing in narration, calling a character something in dialogue or comparison and then directly calling them it in the narration

He understands; she doesn't want to show weakness to someone who could exploit her, doesn't want to show gratitude to someone she hates. But the tribeswoman is tired and scared and hurt, and it's obvious. She's broken, at least for today.

The loneliness, however, refuses to wane. It settles in her chest like a physical need, a craving for closeness.

- got inspiration for this description by thinking about hugging my partner while i was stuck in lockdown

"You can say that again," the older woman mutters, shaking her head. "God-fuckin'-damnit, Lauren, why d'you never think about the implications?"

Jemilla turns to her with a questioning look. "Who's Lauren?"

"She-" Molag begins to explain, then pauses. She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head. "I don't even know."

- crossover jokes hell yea

He’s tolerable, she’s decided, at least relatively so, but not trustworthy. If she could truly trust him then he wouldn’t be involved in all this. If she could trust him, she wouldn’t know him.

The thinly-veiled threat in his grin

She stares up at the man, shaking, whimpering, pleading. Wordlessly begging for him to stop.

- gotta love reaching the breaking point

She probably looks insane, bruised and bloody and laughing quietly to herself in a cage. She doesn’t care. They can think she’s insane, just as long as they don’t think they broke her.

laughing as they rediscover half-forgotten days spent as children let loose in a world that seemed so huge and yet so small at the same time

“You know, kids like Zazzalil - scrawny little things born as Autumn died - they’re not supposed to see Spring.”

- i will see any character without a detailed fleshed-out backstory and say ‘is anyone going to make headcannons about that’ and then not wait for an answer

Maybe the pain will shock her out of her head.

im going to live twice

It feels more like a bag of broken crockery than a human.

- this was the only time ive ever had to describe something really gory and decided to make it as uncomfy as possible

she notices with a concerning level of non-concern

Paul Matthews is gone, boy. And if I catch you using a dead man’s name again, well.

- its about the ✨forced disconnect✨

It stares at him, and for a moment he sees the young man that Benny used to be, silently pleading for the agent to tell him he'll be okay.

"In my defence, that was the Colonel's idea.” The man raises his hands in surrender. “I wanted to call you Lauren. I was outvoted.”

- i will take literally any chance to make a 4th wall joke and that is a threat

“I’ll see what can be done,” he assures it, knowing full well that nothing will be.

- xander doesnt flat out abuse emma in the way mcnamara and shaffer do but hes still cruel in subtler ways

“No chance of being hurt?”

Xander nods. “No chance of you being hurt.”

-  ✨foreshadowing ✨

If only he was free, free to just get up and go find Blue and tell her - actually tell her, out loud, with words - that she’s going to be okay. If only he could say that and have it be the truth.

She holds onto that piano. Right now, as she kneels crying into the tabletop, it's all she has.

- ‘sir thats my emotional support near-complete stranger’

smoke and feathers

Irony can be a cruel, twisted bitch.

- probably the best opener ive written

There’s a sort of pathetic irony in the fact that she slipped on a stone while wading across a shallow stream and broke her neck.

The stars move across the sky, and she still doesn’t know why.

- sounds poetic and all while also being a fuck you to the chorn twist because i hate it

It seems like every time she looks away the moon goes from waxing to waning and back again, time marching onwards in one unending night, swallowing one unending forest.

Even with her limited view of the person’s face, Zazzalil can see the softness in their expression. She’s hit with a pang of longing for Jemilla.

They share those tender looks that make Zazzalil long for home.

The kind of silence only shared between people who can appreciate the simplicity of each other’s presence

aaand thats pretty much all of em. i know when you said ‘some’ you probably meant less than this but i will give a consice answer to a question when pigs fly. i was going to do the double e au too but its past 1 am now and im going to bed. thanks for this ask because whether intentionally or not you just made me read 48,860 words of fic and thats a damn good distraction when things are getting a bit shitty :)

[starks-parker]

Last Summer- part three: home sweet home

A/n: sorry this took so long my life is hectic rn. anyways i think this is the last part- maybe there will be an epilogue? pls enjoy and as always send in any requests or messages you have :) <3

warnings: fluff and big time smut

summary: peter finally works up the courage to ask y/n out. time jump to college and peter and y/n get nostalgic and hang out in y/n’s old room at the tower. Poor Steve sees some things he did not want to see.

--

“Pete” 

“Mmhmm?” He lazily mumbled, still trying to kiss you.

“I think- um - we should uh go to uh the beach now.” You breathed through your words, struggling to talk since he was attacking your neck with kisses, finding your sweet spot. 

He broke away, staring up at you with a guilty look. “Oh yeah, good idea. Sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry just- I think we got caught up in the moment. Um, let’s get ready.” You didn’t want the first time you admitted your feelings to Peter to be the first time you hooked up with him. What kind of signal would that send? 

Peter nodded and grabbed two sweatshirts, handing one to you. 

“I know you were gonna ask for one anyways.” 

“Thanks,” You said cautiously, noticing that the mood had definitely shifted. You took the hoodie and threw it on, getting ready for the most awkward walk of your life. 

When you and Peter got to the beach, everyone was already there. The sun was setting and the breeze was cold. Normally you would make an excuse to look at Peter, he always looked so beautiful at sunset, but now was not the time. 

“Y/n!” Flash called. “Why the hell is it so cold? I thought we were swimming!” 

“You don’t swim on a beach in San Francisco at 9 pm. It’s never hotter than like 76 degrees here.” You laughed at the sight of all of your friends in swimsuits when it was 60 degrees out. 

“But it’s California!” He whined. 

“Yea, Northern California dumbass.” You snapped back. 

“Whatever, I’m swimming anyways.” MJ shrugged and turned around to walk into the water. 

Brad hesitated at first but followed MJ, scooping her up as he ran full speed into the water. Ned and Betty followed, holding hands and playfully splashing water at each other. Flash took this an excuse to pretend like he was drowning, or dying from hypothermia or something so that Spiderman would come save him. You and Peter giggled while you watched your dumb friends jump into freezing cold water. 

“Guess we can’t follow them, huh?” You joked to Peter. 

“Yeah too bad we didn’t bring suits,” He joked back. 

All of a sudden you two were alone again. It felt like the universe was doing this on purpose, any excuse for you two to be alone and it just happened. An awkward silence fell over you two, normally any silence was never awkward, since you were just so comfortable with each other. But now it was awkward, you hadn’t talked about what happened before yet you both wanted to, it was like unspoken secret you both knew. 

“Y/n?” Peter began to talk but you interrupted him

“Peter? Oh sorry.”

“No you go.” He said with a sweet boyish charm.

“Okay, I just- I really liked what happened earlier. I just stopped it from happening because I don’t want this thing to begin that way.” 

“This thing?” Peter blushed, already knowing what you were talking about

“Oh god- okay um. This isn’t how I wanted it to happen but um- I don’t know, I really like spending time with you. You’re my best friend and you’re really sweet and funny and cute, and I just really like being with you.” You rambled. Everything was coming out- not all of it made total sense but you were like a car with no breaks. “And earlier- kissing you felt so natural and it was all I’ve ever wanted to do for so long.” 

Peter couldn’t hold his smile back. The way you were nervously rambling, the way you opened yourself up to him, pretty much everything about you gave him butterflies. He never wanted to stop looking at you, or holding you, or kissing you. 

Everything Peter wanted to say filled his mind until it all became scrambled and he couldn’t figure out what to say. One thought was looming in his mind, one thought that he couldn’t get out of his head. 

‘Will you go out with me?” He blurted out, probably not the most appropriate reaction to your confession of love. 

You smiled at the awkward boy in front of you. “Of course I will Peter Parker.” You blushed as he leaned down to kiss you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. 

“What’s going on here?” Brad walked up to you two making out. 

You broke away from the kiss smiling up at Peter. “Um, I guess we’re dating now.” 

“You guys weren’t already dating?” Flash asked, following behind Brad. 

“Wait that wasn’t already a thing?” Brad asked, confused.

“About time, Peter has been such a wimp about it.” Ned giggled. 

“Cool, thanks for the support guys.” Peter mumbled.

“Of course we support you! But it kinda feels like this was a long time coming.” Betty said as she held back a chuckle. 

You looked back to Peter, gazing into his loving eyes. 

He smiled back at you, never taking his eyes off of you. He loved that he officially got to call you his. He loved that this confident, caring, sweet, funny, smart and perfect girl was his. 

MJ interrupted your deep, but kind of annoying to your friends, stare. “What are you guys gonna tell Tony?” 

“Shit.” You both muttered, your smiles and blushes turned to frowned looks of worry. 

--

It had been almost 3 months since your summer vacation with your friends. You and Peter were still still dating and you were starting at the same college. Of course you felt bad that you never told your dad that you two were dating, but you were moving away, you didn’t want to hurt his heart anymore than you already have. 

College was everything you ever dreamed it would be. You had to deal with the snotty and entitled Columbia kids, but otherwise it was perfect. You and Peter hung out almost every night, you made some really cool new friends, and the parties were insane. Tonight your dorm mate refused to go stay somewhere else, so you and Peter decided to sneak into the Tower and hang out. 

“My dad won’t be home anyways, don’t worry babe. We’re adults now.” 

“Okay,” He said reluctantly. 

You and Peter fell asleep, watching TV and eating pizza. It felt like high school again, being in your old room, sneaking around the tower, it was nostalgic. Except now you were dating. You were wrapped in each others arms, and no matter how much you loved being as close as you possibly could be to Peter, it was wildly hot in this room. 

You tried to shuffle out of his arms gently so you wouldn’t wake him up. You brushed his arms off of you and sat up on the bed. You were literally drenched with sweat. It was obscure, but the one thing you hated was waking up and being sweaty. That’s why you always kept your windows open at night and never slept in sweatpants. You must have forgotten about all of those things, because here you were about to shower at 2 am. You sat yourself up and wiggled the sweatpants off of you and took off your shirt. All of that commotion woke Peter up, as he groggily rubbed his eyes. He opened his eyes to a very peculiar sight, you were sitting there in your underwear looking back at him. 

“Oh good morning,” He said with an eyebrow cocked.

“Oh shut up,” You said playfully annoyed. “I got sweaty.” 

“Oh really?” He speculated. 

You smirked and rolled your eyes. “Really.” You said crossing your arms, unintentionally pushing your breasts up. 

“You know, now that you say it, I’m getting a little sweaty too.” He chuckled while he took his shirt off. Normally Peter was a shy boy who had the confidence of a loaf of bread, but in times like this he was cocky little shit. And you loved it. 

You giggled while he pulled you under him, your back was now on the bed and Peter was hovering over you, his arms on either side of your shoulders. You looked into each others eyes before he lowered himself down, kissing you. 

“Peter I’m sweaty!” You laughed while pushing him off, but not trying that hard. 

“Yeah me too.” He whispered as he went back to kissing you. 

You loved when Peter took charge, his weight now pressing down on you. He let his hands roam to your ass, giving you a squeeze and you whimpered at the sudden pleasure. You flipped him over so you could get a better look at the boy who you loved. His face was glistening with sweat, his curls were perfectly askew, and his torso was as toned as ever. His hands made their way to your bra, unclasping it and tossing it to the side.

 He kissed your neck and chest as you grinded against his hips, he was getting hard against you. You moved down to his sweatpants as you slid them down, along with his boxers. You took him into your hand, pumping up and down eventually putting your lips against him.

“Baby girl?” He asked out of breath. 

“Mmhm?” You hummed against him. 

“Fuck- I- need to be in you.” He said with an urgency that meant he was close. 

You moved yourself back up to his hips, and slowly slid down. You’d gotten used to how he felt, so the pace picked up pretty quickly. After a few times of you going up and down he flipped you over and slammed into you. He grabbed your hair, slightly tugging it. You groaned at the pleasure mixed with pain as you grabbed the sheets under you, needing something to grab onto. 

“Harder Peter please,” You begged, needing a release. 

“Fuck baby-” He groaned, doing what you asked of him. 

His pace got quicker, and his grasp that moved down to you hips strengthened. He kissed your neck, for sure leaving a few marks. 

“I’m so close princess,” He growled into your ear. 

“Me too-” Your moan was interrupted

“Who the FUCK is FUCKING in here- OH JESUS CHRIST” Steve screamed as he slammed your door closed and ran away from the door. 

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You panicked as you scrambled to put some clothes on. 

“That did not just happen.” Peter said breathing heavily as he slipped his pants back on. 

You ran out into the hallway to find Natasha laughing her ass off and Steve sitting down with fear in his eyes. 

“I- I can’t breathe- oh my god that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen!” Nat wheezed. 

“Nat!” You hissed, embarrassed.

“Young lady,” Steve said standing up. “You and Peter are in big trouble.” 

“For what? We’re adults.” You protested. “How are you gonna punish me if I don’t even live here?” 

Probably should not have said that. 

“I’m telling Tony.” Steve said sternly. 

“NO NO NO NO NO!!!” Peter came into the room running with pure panic in his eyes. “I’m sorry Mr. Steve- Mr. Captain - America Rogers - MR. ROGERS.” Peter finally got it right, completely flustered. “Please sir, if Tony finds out what I was doing with his daughter - I - would never be able to see her again!” 

“And same with me! Come on Steve.” 

He looked at you two with careful thought. “Fine, but you have to tell him that you’re dating- I really hope you are- it’s not good to lie to your parents.” 

“Fine.” You gave up and walked back to your room, Peter following you. 

“Nope, get back here son. You’ll sleep on the couch.” 

Peter looked back at you, but you waved him off. Steve was angry and you were not going to make him even more mad.

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[solcheeky]

omg i will literally bust the b i g g e s t u w u if u write something where mark is collaborating with singer!reader on a song and they do some cute shenanigans together in the recording booth for writing inspo/material. i would like it bulleted but anything works!!! thank u queen i love ur writing

you 7:21PM, im here where are you?

scanning around the empty recording studio you wait for a reply from mark

there was no one here, only an untouched table and studio chair, the computers and mixing desk fast asleep

you 7:22PM, you said you were here already

you 7:22PM, ????

you 7:22PM, am i in the wrong studio?

strangely enough, you hear marks text tone buzzing from inside the recording booth

despite the lights on inside, you couldn’t see him at all through the glass window

“mark?” you call out

mark lee 7:23PM, yea

he replies to your voice through text, making you laugh a little

cautiously, you push open the heavy recording booth door, the sliver of the gap showing you an strangely empty recording booth

until you push the door wider till it hits something on the other side

“ow!”

startled, you look down to see mark lying starfish on the floor facing the ceiling

he doesn’t even move to rub the spot on his leg that you had hit

“what the heck are you doing” you close the booth door behind you, “on the floor”

mark pats the space beside him and with a sigh you join him

“I have no inspiration” mark says to the ceiling, then he turns his head towards you

feeling his stare, you turn your head too to face his blinking doe eyes

“I haven’t finished the rap yet” the tone of his voice tinged with defeat

you give him a small smile, “that’s okay” you turn to face the ceiling again, “we can write it together”

mark keeps his gaze on you though, letting his eyes linger down your side profile with adoration, his fingers secretly longing to brush your hair behind your ears

“does this lying on the floor thing always work?” you ask mindlessly, completely unaware of the affectionate smile on marks face

“no.” he shrugs, “but I think today it will”

then for a while, mark tells you where he’s stuck, and how his brain has hit a wall on what to write for his lyrics

“I’ve never been in a relationship before” he says

“I don’t believe you” you roll your eyes playfully

you don’t believe for a second that the mark lee hasn’t been at least hit on or had feelings someone else

and, to be quite frank, you weren’t all that wrong

mark had been hit on by many others; yet as flattering as it was, he never cared to be in a relationship with any of them

that’s because he did have feelings for someone, and still does..

mark secretly takes another glance at you smiling dumbly at the ceiling and his heart trips over itself

suddenly he blurts out that the producers are dumb for giving you both a love song to write about and it makes you laugh

to mark, it’s only dumb because he has to do this song with you

but mark doesn’t say that out loud though

eventually mark and his easily guilt ridden heart tries to retract his comment about the producers being dumb and instead tries to replace it with how he really really does appreciate the opportunity

and it makes you pinch at his ear because he’s so cute

it’s so mark to say things like that, he was the sweetest

a little later, mark confesses that he’s never really done anything remotely romantic with anyone

and when you slyly mention his lyrics for ‘whiplash’ and ‘baby don’t like it’ he blushes a deep red and mutters about how he gets inspiration from netflix series or films and stuff

in response, you nod slowly to yourself, humming unconvinced at his excuse

“I’m serious” mark pouts

it’s a quiet after that

“have you?” mark says quietly, “like been in a relationship yet… or um kissed.. someone…” he says even quieter

your gaze falters, “hmm”

“yeah, you could say so, I guess”

that was bad idea to ask, mark feels like he only ever digs himself a hole

the boy tries to stop the image of you with someone else and he blabs out, “then you can help me”

you raise a brow at him

“you can tell me what it’s like.” mark immediately regrets saying that

damn has he just dug himself deeper.

why would he ask you to tell him what it was like to be in love with someone else?! is he insane?! picturing it hurts enough, let alone you telling him all about it

you contemplate for a moment, completely unaware of the sudden swarming of thoughts in marks brain

then conclude that it was too hard to explain what it was like in words

“how about I show you instead?” it was a stupid idea but it was worth a shot

“lying on the floor all day isn’t going to get us anywhere anyway” you heave yourself up then spin on your heels offering mark your hand

and despite the confused look on his face, he takes your hand in his letting you pull him up

when mark stands up, he forces himself to pull away from your touch before his face gets any hotter

except, you keep your grip firm “wait”

carefully you slip your fingers through his, “don’t let go”

you gaze expectantly at marks face

however he doesn’t look even the slightest fazed

but that’s only because mark dying trying to hold it all back

every fiber of his being really fucking hoping that you don’t see through the mask of confusion he holds on his face; all of it a front to hide the loud thumping in his chest and the dryness in his throat

when you don’t read anything more than confusion on marks face, you let go of his hand defeated, “okay yeah, that was a stab in the dark” you laugh out your attempt to make him feel something

“I knew it wasn’t going to work, but it was worth the shot” how can you make a mans heart flutter if he doesn’t even see you more than a friend? “sorry for startling you hahah, I just thought that I could give you, I don’t know, an example?”

you stifle a giggle, “but I mean, your face was totally worth it”

but mark doesn’t laugh with you

so your giggles die down a little awkwardly, you think that maybe you’ve done something terribly wrong

it’s goes silent for a second

“then kiss me.” mark suddenly blurts out

now you’re the startled one

don’t just hold my hand, mark wants to say

your heart hammers against your rib-cage

“if it’s okay with you.. can you kiss me?”

end.

(there isn’t much shenanigans oof, hopefully i’ve fufilled your request enough :0 also thank you!)

[ofangelos-archive]

       a quick ep entitled ‘DANG’ from 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖆 - seems like he’s already had these 

              songs on the books and was just waiting for the right time to release them. 

                                            a quote from angelos himself ? well... 

❝ i didn’t mean to start drama. obviously, people already had issues if this was the fuckin’ straw that broke the camel’s back. whatever. they can start beef for clout if they really need it that badly... listen, listen... i don’t give a shit. i don’t. i called out someone for being a bitch to my wife. i never said i was better than him. when did i say that ? y’see ? people startin’ shit, and then whining that they’re over it when i wasn’t even in it to begin... it’s bullshit. everybody can say what they want to say about me. they’re just making my name pop up on headlines. they’re just giving me more money... you can’t knock me off the top when you’re not even up here with me.”

i. OH WELL. “heard they was talking sideways. uh, oh, word ? that's what they say ? uh, i would say it's sad to see you go, but i never gave a fuck about you any way. oh well ! lately i've been living so swell, uh, if you ain't fucking with us, oh well. phoney homies always tryna ride the coattail, uh, and don't i know it so well... oh well, hahaha !”

angel’s infamous ‘oh, word?’ + saying oh, well ! to friends he’s lost because he’s unbothered. doesn’t affect him, so he’s fine. he only cares about himself, after all. that’s practically his brand at this point. phoney homies is an obvious call out to chance for taking margo’s side on twitter ( albeit lowkey ). 

ii. SAY SO. “if you think you can fill these shoes, well then say so. if you think you can make these moves, well then say so. if that's what you're about now, cool, say it out loud... you know, go ahead and say it loud so i hear you very clear. this pretty ass white boy--- he doesn't deserve to be here. how did he get to this place ? this pretty ass white boy in a silk saint laurent shirt will fuck your bitch... you know, these things happen when it's dark out. this shit didn't happen by accident.”

‘pretty ass white boy’-- another reference to chance. it’s pretty much the ‘pretty boy’ nickname chance coined for him. people say angel doesn’t deserve his success; that he only has it because of his family. and, yes, he’s an awful person ( even he knows that ), but he does work his ass off in the booth and at everything he’s passionate about. a hard-working mentality has been drilled into his head basically since the day he was born. he’s not riding the coattails of anybody. yea, he has money from his family that gave him a leg up, but this talent is all his. the songs, the beats, everything stems from him. he takes pride in his work. being wealthy didn’t make him an olympic trackstar. that was him. being wealthy didn’t give him the ability to write bangers. that was him.

iii. VENGEANCE. “if i ain't doin' it right, then what the critics singin' praise for ? this is what i trained for, what the people pay for. music got realer, started channelin' my pain more. greats are the only ones i ever try to aim for. ready to convince all of you haters if you ain't sure. make no mistake about it, there's nothin' fake about it. you say i'll be at the event, well then, it may get crowded. you think i'm ever givin' up ? for pete's sake, i doubt it. i’m in my element tonight and you can't take me out it, and i said, fuck a comfort zone and started breakin' out it. this music's keepin' me alive, i swear i ache without it. the place i'm from made me who i am, just think about it. can never take it out of me, can only take me out it. i feel no pain. vengeance on my mind, all night, all day.”

if he’s so bad, then why does he have people who love him ? why does he have millions of fans ? why are his albums going 3x platinum ? he knows he’s a bad person. but he also knows he has talent. this song is a little more personal because of how he talks about music being an escape for him. he’s had it rough his whole life ( yes, even thought he is a billionaire, and no, that’s not an excuse for his nasty habits and the way he treats people ), and music has been his solace for a long time. he’s never been good at expressing himself or his emotions; writing them in song format just comes so much easier.

iv. FREESTYLE. “they know my history, so they bring up the past. when i step inside the booth they expect me to spaz... zero to sixty, three seconds, not the same benz. i live different, my whip different, my chick different, only popping up with goddesses, i wife tens, yuh. i step on stage and a star is born.”

he’s not explicitly denying or confirming his history. he’d like to keep it just that--- history. in the past. he just thinks it’s funny how he was defending his wife, and all of a sudden, he was being exposed on twitter by someone completely irrelevant to the entire conversation. it’s like she’d take any chance she could get to try and ruin him. oh well ! he’s got eight expensive whips, a bad bitch as a wife, and a fantastic career that doesn’t seem to be slowing down soon even with all the buzz about his past relationships.

v. 1942. “i don't follow rules and they don't like that. hit the club with wifey, brought a dime back. hit the three twice and ran it right back. i’m only here tonight 'cause in the morning got a flight back. talkin' it, but you ain't livin' like that. the porsche cost a hundred, this is twice that. flooded all my diamonds, poland spring. back in greece i am a king, i know, and marnie is a ting. yeah, 'rari detailed, there's not a speck of dust on it. i’ma get the bag, you can put some trust on it. everything is new, so it's never rust on it, and her booty so big you could park a bus on it.”

this is just him bragging about his career and his wife again. he’s got it good even without all the people who’ve decided they didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. no skin off his back.

vi. THANK YOU. “feeling better than i ever felt. why thank you ! feeling better than i ever felt. meanwhile, these dead presidents keep comin’, i’ma stack this. wanna play in the big leagues kid practice. live the lifestyle wife a model or an actress. oh, i'm so damn good at this, hahaha ! crazy and disturbing, belong in an insane asylum, angel’s going crazy wilding, but who cares ? his paper's piling.”

i’m so damn good at this = he’s so bad, but he does it so well. basically a big fuck you thank you to everybody. he may be crazy, he may do fuck shit, he may pull all the stunts, but at the end of the day, you can’t touch him. no matter what you say about him, he’s always making money, and that’s what matters to him. 

[stoopsbookstore]

Drive (Part 3)

"Hey Y/N, it's almost 10, you need to get up," Seungkwan shook the girl awake, a small beam of light coming in through the hallway.

"No," She murmured, cuddling further into the pillow she was holding.

The door was quietly opened more by S. Coups, who stood in the doorway.

"Your mom let me in, she said that once you get Y/N up, your grandmother needs help."

"Oh crap," Seungkwan stole the blanket off of Y/N and running out of the room, "sorry Y/N."

"If you're here to be a fucking dick, just don't, I'm not in the mood."

S. Coups scoffed, "I was actually here to say that I'm sorry about what happened to you, Strawberry, but you want to act like that, maybe I won't be nice." as Y/N was getting up from the bed, S. Coups scanned her up and down.

"Whose clothes?"

"DK's mom had some old clothes in the back of his father's pick-up, they lent it to me."

"Mm-hm."

S. Coups was thinking about something to say to Y/N. He walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder, scaring her i to turning around.

"I know I'm an ass someti-"

"All the time," Y/N said, trying to fight back any bit of anger, "like what the hell, Seungcheol," the man groaned at the use of his real name, "you act like an ass one day and the next day, you're trying to act like my best friend. Like what the hell have I ever fucking done to you?"

Stunned, S. Coups looked at the girl, hoping maybe her nickname would spark some sort of reaction from her, "Strawberry."

Y/N shook her head, "my mom dropped some clothes for me earlier, I need to get changed. If you could get out, that would be appreciated."

S. Coups walked out of the room, still in shock before leaving the house, telling Seungkwan there's gonna be an emergency meeting later.

Y/N changed into a mid-thigh high-waisted skirt with an off-the-shoulder shirt, grabbing her phone, and met Seungkwan in the kitchen.

"Are you okay, Y/N?"

"Yea, Kwanie. I'm fine."

"S. Coups wants us to meet him later, are you fine by yourself?"

As if a miracle happened, a notification popped up on Y/N's phone.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

Seungkwan hugged Y/N, "it's gonna be okay, it shouldn't be more than 2 weeks. Is that one of the Preps?"

"Yeah, the youngest, Dino. He wants to meet at the diner."

"Oh, Lee Chan? Him and Vernon are in my public speaking class. I can give you a ride."

"Thank you, Kwanie."

The drive to the diner was anti-climatic. While Y/N and Seungkwan were walking into the diner, Y/N looked at the boy and told him, "Dude, you drive like a granny."

"Excuse you, my driving is the best quality, thank you."

"I knew I heard them," Vernon was waving at the duo, "we're over here."

Jun slid out of the booth to let Y/N in and immediately threw his arm over the girl's shoulder.

"You could've stayed at my house, babygirl. We could've shared a bed together."

"Gross, Junhui," Y/N said, putting her head on his shoulder. Seungkwan stiffened at the flirtyness between the two and tried to avoid looking at them. Vernon noticed this and nudged him, mouthing "they're always like this. They're just friends."

The group was talking for an hour until the bell above the door rang, revealing the other 3 Socs.

"Seungkwan," S. Coups's voice boomed through their section, "get your ass over here. It's bad enough you have to let one stay with you, we can't have you turn into one."

Seungkwan got up and pouted, Vernon got in front of him, confronting the Soc leader.

"Dude, just get the hell over it, we don't want any shit. Just let him hang out with whoever he wants."

Jun got up and pulled Vernon away.

"Scared, Pretty boy?" The member known as Hoshi snarled.

"No, I just don't want to do it here. The diner is neutral territory, remember? Or are you all just dumbasses?”

"Alright, let's not do it here," Hoshi gestured around the diner, "Let's do it on Jenkin's Curve."

Both of the groups started to yell and whoop for their side, along with some diner patrons.

"Really, Jun?" Y/N said, standing up from the booth, trying to tug Jun away from the rowdiness, "Jenkin's Curve?"

"Winner gets the diner," Mingyu spoke above the ruckus, "the loser gets to be the winner's little bitch for a week and has to suffer through finding a new hangout that hasn’t already been claimed."

"If all terms are accepted, shake hands," Dino added.

"Fine." Both leaders shouted, before shaking hands, Jun whispering something into S.Coups's ear.

It seemed as if the diner went insane, everyone running out to see the race. It was like everyone just teleported, vanished, disappeared, dashed to Jenkin’s Curve to get a great seat.

"Jun, you can't do this. Are you insane?"

"Babygirl, I'll be fine," he kissed the girl's cheek, "I'll make sure I win."

Nayoung appeared from the sidelines, "on the count of 3, you'll go. The winner gets Paige's Pantry, a servant, and a special prize that'll be revealed after the race. It'll be one lap, here through Jenkin's Curve and back again. Got it?"

The guys revved their engines.

1... 2... 3... Nayoung waved them off.

S. Coups and Jun took off like bats out of Hell, going from 0 to 60 in the span of 2 seconds.

The audience waited in suspense, it felt like no one was breathing, but they were all cheering. The race would only take about 3 minutes, the winner was gonna be announced any second. Time slowed down, but it was like the race over in the blink of an eye. The two cars were back at the start, Jun getting out of his car with a smile, while S. Coups looked like he was upset, almost about to cry, staring at Y/N.

Nayoung grabbed his wrist, "Your winner, Wen Ju-"

Red and blue lights flashed around the area, sirens cutting through the air.

Everyone scattered like cockroaches when they heard sirens coming. S. Coups ran to Y/N, pulling her with him through the woods, a shortcut to a run-down house.

"Come on, my uncle owns this house, he uses it for storage, we'll be safe here," S. Coups said, clearly running on adrenaline, yanking Y/N along with all his strength.

They ran to the basement of the house, hiding underneath the stairs. S. Coups heard a creek and pulled Y/N into the corner, shielding her body with his. When the sirens faded, he loosened his grip.

The pair jumped when they heard his phone vibrated and he growled at the annoyance. Y/N would be lying if she said it wasn't hot. 'It has to be the cold,' she thought.

"He bet me?" Y/N said, looking flabbergasted, "and you were at my house a few weeks ago?"

"I can explain why I was there, but not why he bet you. Seungkwan wanted me to check on you, he says that you're often alone at your house, that your parents constantly work, he didn't want you to be scared, but he said himself he's too much of a pussy to ask you because he knows you'll say you're fine."

Y/N said nothing.

"Is it true?"

"No."

"Strawberry, I saw you standing at the kitchen island by yourself, watching TV. How often are they gone?"

"I don't need your pity, Seungcheol," she pushed the tall guy away and started to walk up the stairs until S. Coups hugged her.

"I'm not givin-"

"Then what are you doing?," she snaked out of his grasp, "you never answered me earlier. Why are you such an ass and then the very next moment, you're being the nicest guy I've met?"

"It's hard to explain and it's stupid to explain."

"Well, it looks like we're gonna have all night, seeing as the cops probably towed your car."

"Nah, I threw Hoshi the keys, he's probably at my house right now with the others, I'll text him saying I'll be home in the morning." S. Coups looked at the girl, who was shivering. He grabbed an old blanket from one of his uncle's bins, gently putting it over Y/N's shoulder. He sat down on a couch that was wrapped in plastic, patting the spot next to him. Y/N groaned, she didn't see anything else to sit on.

"My dad hates Preps and Greasers. He thinks they're scum, lowest of the low. My mom left him because of it. Me, Jun and Wonwoo used to be best friends until my dad screamed at all 3 of us one day, banned me from being friends with them," Y/N put her head on his shoulder, trying to fight the Sandman’s sleepy spell, "a grown-ass adult banning 12-years old from being friends, I act like I hate them because I want to impress him. I know it's not an excuse for me to act like that, but I never know when he's watching me. I don't hate Jun and Wonwoo, I can't hate them, we grew up with each other. If he knew I was in love with a Prep, he'd disown me. I tried to tell myself if," he yawned in the middle of the sentence, "that if I act like I hated you, I'd stop feeling like that. But, seeing you with DK and Jun... I feel like I've lost my chance," He looked over at Y/N, who looked like she was about to fall asleep.

"Maybe you have, maybe you haven't," she said, “just start acting like not a prick and we’ll see what happens.”

S. Coups stood up, pulling the girl to her feet. As Y/N continued to fight sleep, S. Coups uncovered the couch, throwing the plastic to the side, placing the cushions on the floor and taking out the fold-out bed. He grabbed Y/N's hand and pulled her to the bed.

"Is this oka-"

"This doesn't mean I forgive you, I'm cold, tired and normally I sleep with something like a teddy bear or a cat at my feet."

S. Coups laid on his back, Y/N curling up to him, snuggling into his chest before falling asleep moments later. S. Coups stayed awake for a few minutes before kissing Y/N's forehead.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."

[sugah-stixx]

Amy Meets the Egos Chapter 2

Amy and Mark are staying at Markiplier Manor for the weekend, and it’s the first dinner they’ve have with everyone! (Chapter 1) “I’m SO happy to have my favourite people here with us tonight, for such a delightful meal as this must be shared with the ones you love…” Wilford spoke out, giving Amy a wink. Amyplier Fluff, Ego Shenanigans 

Mark and Amy started to slowly walk down the long hallway to the dining area.

“Okay, so everyone is going to be there, except maybe Dark, thankfully.” Mark breathed a sigh of relief.

“So everything should be okay, even though it’s more than likely going to be a shit show.”

“You always anticipate the worst with them, why can’t you just be confident that everything’s going to be fine?” Amy asked.

“Because it’s all of my insane Alter Egos in one place, one of which just tried to kill the other one for no god damn reason, within 10 minutes of us getting here.” Mark ranted.

Amy stifled a laugh.

“I can’t imagine dinner going well on any day of the week.”

“Fair enough, but lets just not bring any negative energy going in there, ok?” Amy tried to lighten Mark’s mood as they turned into the dining room.

Suddenly, a plate of mashed potatoes flew past Mark and Amy’s faces as they entered. 

“You want to fight, you fucking baka?!” Yandereiplier screamed at Bim from across the dinner table. 

“I never insinuated I wanted to fight you, Yan. I just stated that your Senpai would be, how should I say, smart to stay away from a psychopath, such as yourself.” Bim stated, crossing his arms. 

“Urusai, you fucking hypocrite. Why don’t you just go turn more celebrities into burgers? Like you’re any good at it, bet they tasted like shit.” Yan yelled, clearly missing the point of the argument. 

“Ha! My Sexbang-Burgers are to die for, better than any of this slop being served to us tonight.” Bim mocked. 

“Excuse me?! You want to say that again?” Chef stepped out of the kitchen, throwing his ladle around like it was a weapon. 

King was sitting at the dinner table, covering his ears with his hands, repeating, “Stop it! Stop it, Stop it!” as everyone was fighting around him.

“ENOUGH!” Mark screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Why are you even here, Yan? You don’t live here, you have your own place.” He yelled loudly, pointing to the red-haired lunatic. 

“I needed to get my katana back from the Doctor, the aho needed it to dissect something, I don’t know.” Yan huffed out.

“He is upstairs. Please get it from him, and leave.” Mark tried to ask politely.

Yan stomped away, muttering angrily in Japanese. 

“Bim, why in God’s name did you even try to talk about Yan’s Senpai?” Mark looked over to Bim in disbelief.

“I don’t know. It was getting boring around here.” Bim sat down, putting a napkin on his lap.

“I don’t…. I can’t…” Marks eyes looked like they were going to match Wilford’s for a second. Amy quickly spoke up.

“H-Hey guys! Nice to see everyone again! I’m excited to hear all about the plans we have for the channel.” Amy happily announced to the Egos that were present, while patting Mark on the back as he put his face in his hands.

“Hi, Amy.” Bim muttered out, looking at his phone.

“Hello, again!” King said wiping a tear from his eye.

“Mmm…” The chef went back into the kitchen.

“Good Evening, Amy.”

Amy and Mark quickly jumped from the voice coming from behind them.

“Oh, God. Uh…Hello, Host! How are you doing?”

“I am fine, thank you.” The Host replied and walked to his side of the table, crossing his arms and sitting down.

“I’m SO happy to have my favourite people here with us tonight, for such a delightful meal as this must be shared with the ones you love…” Wilford spoke out as he walked up behind Mark and Amy, pushing himself in between the two and putting his arms around them. “Wouldn’t you agree, Amy, my little cupcake?” he gave Amy a wink.

“Uhh, y-yea?” Amy hesitantly replied.

“FAN-TASTIC!” Wilford stood up straight, clapped his hands and walked happily to the dinner table. Amy could feel the rage in Mark start to build up and she patted him on the shoulder.

“He’s just playing around, don’t take it too personally.” Amy whispered.

“You don’t know Wilford like I do…” Mark replied.

Slowly the rest of the Egos started to come into the dining area, to their respected seats. The Doctor was following Bing around (taking notes for some reason), and the Jims were talking amongst themselves. Google’s face had already been completely fixed, but he was still angry with Wilford, who had forgotten about the whole thing. Google knew this, so he tried not to let it bother him too much.

“Alright, everyone,” Wilford stood up.

“This is our first evening having the gorgeous Amy stay with us, so let’s try to be on our best behaviour! Though we all know how hard that’ll be, won’t we boys?” Wilford let out his trademark chuckle and clinked Bim’s glass as Bim rolled his eyes.

Amy let out a nervous laugh, “Well thanks, Wil! It’s nice to see you all here, will Dark not be joining us?” 

“Nah, he’s being a party pooper staying in his office all night,… I could bring ya to meet him this evening if you’d like, ma’m…” Wilford’s voice started waving into suspicious territory.

“No, no, no. That’s quite all right, thank you Wil…” Mark interrupted, giving Wilford a dirty look.

“Actually, I needed to talk to Dark about someth—”

“Yea, yea, yea, just gimmie a minute, ol’ chap” Wilford waved his hand in front of Google’s face as he interrupted him.

“And why, pray tell, is Amy not allowed to meet Dark, Mr. Markiplier?” Wilford gave a smirk down at Mark from across the table.

“She is… just-… just not right now. Not yet.” Mark looked directly back at Wilford.

“I think Amy should speak for herself, Mark. You can’t do all the talking!” King piped up.

Amy looked up, a mouth full of mashed potatoes, “Whgha?”

Mark was surprised to hear the King backtalk him like that, he’s never said anything about the way Mark has done things before.

“I wasn’t trying to, King. Amy doesn’t know what… kind of things Dark can do, is all.” Mark said reluctantly.

“Dark isn’t the best person, but he’s still the owner of the household which supports us all. I think Amy should have a least some contact with him.” Google pointed out.

“I know that, I’m not—”

“Dark’s like the other side of the pillow bruh, chill as fuuuuuuuuck.” Bing interrupted.

“He’s only nice to you because he thinks you have brain damage.” Bim added subtly.

“Darkiplier is a manipulator. He is a demon. You fools, this is only the beginning. The beginning of his disgusting twisted fantasy of creating a world where humans think they are safe. Darkiplier will dismember every last drop of hope they had in this world, everything they hold close to them, he will take it all. Everything he craves will fall into his grasp at the end, no matter how many lives, or souls are lost in the process. He will win, he will succeed. He cannot be stopped. Darkiplier will rein his unending torment upon every last soul until he has what he needs to satisfy himself. He will never stop until everyone has perished. There is no ending the hellish firestorm this house has created. Darkiplier will be the end of us all.” The Host chanted out horrifically.

The table was silent.

King dropped his fork in awe.

“Hey Doc you wanna pass me the gravy? My taters are getting dry.” Amy asked with a mouthful.

“Amy can I talk with you in the hall for a moment?!” Mark shot up, and screamed through clenched teeth.

Mark grabbed a confused Amy’s wrist and dragged her into the hall.

Mark wasn’t actually speaking any coherent words, but Amy could clearly tell by his gestures that he was feeling… a lot of emotions.

“…What?” Amy managed to ask between all the arm flailing.

“DID YOU?! What?! …Are you serious?! The Host just served it to us on a shiny silver platter! Dark is EVIL!” Mark sputtered out.

“Your point?” Amy asked with a confused smile, crossing her arms.

“I didn’t want you to be here in the first place, and now knowing that Dark is lurking around the corner, waiting to, to… to do something I can’t even think of! I’m not Dark! I’m Mark! I can’t think the way he thinks!! That’s the whole point!” Mark was still flailing his arms around.

Amy took a moment to look at her boyfriend. Her cool demeanour was enough to calm Mark down from his state of panic. She grabbed his hand and looked him in the eyes.

“I am not afraid of Dark. I will never be afraid of him, knowing that he is still partly you. I know how loving you are, and how even your evil alter ego wouldn’t do a thing to hurt me. Okay? But you have to trust me, please. I can take care of myself.” Amy’s words were full of passion.

Mark looked back into Amy’s eyes and felt the guilt rush over him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be treating you like a child… I know you’re strong. You’re right, you’re right. Ugh… I feel like shit now.” Mark huffed out.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. We all get caught up in the moment, and what the Host said was pretty scary. I wonder how the other Egos are taking it…”

Amy said as they both turned their heads to subtly look back in the dining room to see The Jims doing some sort of rain dance, Wilford was practicing the art of throat-singing, and Bing was recording the scene on this phone, camera pointed at him.

They both turned back at each other, Mark pinched his temple with his fingers and let out a sigh. Amy bit her lip trying not to start laughing. They gave each other a warm hug and walked back into the dining room to finish of dinner.

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It Takes A Moose

Sam x Reader 

Request by @pjofangirl18: Hi, I love your stories, and I was wondering if I could request a Sam fic where the reader is kinda tall (like 5’9”) and she’s super insecure about it so he makes her feel better and all of the fluff 😱😍 thanks!    

Word Count: 2016

Warnings:Language. Feelings of insecurity/self worth issues in regards to height. 

A/N: Thanks for being so patient. I know that this has sat on my to do list for a while. This one was easy to write, because being a tall girl, I have all my life dealt with insecurity. I have always been built like my dad - tall, broad shoulders, and no hips. I hope you like it :) 

*Unedited- please excuse any spelling/grammar/autocorrect fails. *

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You stare down at the shredded jeans in your hands. Yep, it’s that time again. Time to go try to find some jeans that fit at least reasonably well. It’s never an easy feat, especially with live on the road. Even when you do find a brand you can count on, you can’t count on ever store having them. In fact more often than not, it ends up being a brand that like four stores carry, and they’re only available in select branches of that company.

This store is nothing different than the many you’ve walced through over the year. Full of all kinds of crap you don’t need, and too many perky sale associated trying to get you to buy said crap. The wall lined with demon is finally in view, and you begin looking for your correct size. “Ah ha.” You say pulling out a pair of faded blue jeans. Perfect. You survey the tags looking for any indication of the length. Short. “Dammit.” You put the pair back and immediately go searching for another pair your size with a long inseam. Short. Short. Regular. Short. Regular. Yep. No longs. “oh for fucks sake!”

You settle on a pair of regulars, hoping that they would do the trick and not look like high waters on you. After all, you needed a pair of pants and fast. Dean’s  dead set on hitting the road in just a couple hours. There’s not really a whole lot of time to go traipsing around looking for a needle in a hay stack.  

The girl at the counter is a short, petite little thing, with a chipper attitude. The kind of sunshiney personality that was a little too much, and you almost wanna punch ‘em, yea that’s her. She picks up the jeans from the counter to scan them before really looking at you. The moment her eyes traveled up to meet yours the words fell out of her mouth, “Wow. You’re like super tall.”

All you can muster is flat tone, and a curt smile, “Thanks, I hadn’t noticed.”

Just as you suspected, the jeans were a little short. Not anything too bad, but enough where it would probably drive you insane. With a huff of frustration, you bend down and roll them up a little to make them look like sufffed capris instead of looking like a twelve year old boy who was outgrowing his clothes.

The boys finish packing everything up, and you all it the road to a new town, and a new case. The drive is pretty uneventful, sam gives updates the case, dean blares his music. You sit in the back, headphones in, and escape the world for a while.

This case is one that’s a little more uppity than others. It’s going to require a little finisse to pull it off. See the curse object that’s been killing people, yea it’s now locked in a vault waiting to be auctioned off to anyone with the money to buy it. The man who possessed said object, is hosting a high class gala, auctioning off several other high dollar items, all locked away in individual vaults, in separate rooms, which he only knows the locations of until they are present at the time of auction. Paranoid bastard.

All of this of course means we have to go under over, which mean dressing up, and being high class, neither of which All of this of course means we have to go under over, which mean dressing up, and being high class, neither of which could be considered strong suits in your life. Awesome.

“Woah, woah, woah. How come I have to be the distraction?” You say crossing your arms.

Dean chuckles, “Nothing personal sweetheart, I’d do it, I just don’t the Mathers swings that way.

You roll your eyes. Dammit, you know he’s right. You’re the only one who can pull this off.

You put the finishing touches on your make up and step out of the bathroom to see if the boys are ready yet. They both look sharp. Holy shit look at Sam. Good god, if he looked good in flannel, he looked damn fine in that tux.

Dean snaps you out of your daze, “Here, picked you up something to wear.”

The dress he’s holding is sexy as hell, but ther’s no way you could wear it. It was a black cocktail dress with a sweetheart neck line, and lace detailing. “Dean, I can’t wear that.”

“What? Why?”

You sigh, placing a hand on your hip. “It’s way too short.”

“It’s supposed to be short.”

“No, it would be just a short dress on someone shorter than me. With my height, that will be like a shirt.”

Sam steps in, “Y/N. At least try it on. You never know.”

You snatch the dress from Dean’s hand, grumbling as you make your way to the bathroom.  Once the door is shut, and you remove your robe, you let out a big sigh, and get ready to pull the dress on. Oh the fabric is lovely. Please fit. Please fit, you plead with the dress. One final tug on the zipper, and it’s on. You pull on the hem of the dress, adjusting it so that it lays the way it was made to, and look up at the mirror. “Holy Shit!”

You fling the door open and ste out into the room. Both boys can barely keep their jaws off the floor. “I take it, the dress fits.” Dean says sarcastically.

Sam swallows, “You look amazing, Y/N.”

You can’t help but to find yourself blushing at his statement. “Thanks.”

He offers you a smile as Dean bends down and grabs something else out of the bag. “And this will complete the outfit.” He says holding up a pair of sleek black stiletto heels.

“Okay, I am not wearing those.” You interject.

“Y/N, come on, this has to look legit.” Dean pleads, “Every woman in that place is going to be in heels. You’ll stick out like a sore thumb.”

Rolling your eyes, and calling him a few choice names, you reluctantly put on the damn stilts they call shoes. Yea and being a foot taller than every other woman in there won’t make me stick out.

As you stand up, it becomes painfully clear, just how tall you are now. You were now eye level with Dean, and were only a couple inches shorter than Sam. Luckily the latter was going to be your date tonight, so at least you’d still technically be shorter than your date.

The moment your foot hit the smooth marble floor of the extravagent, ornately decorated mansion, your mind is flooded with the insecurity you often feel when it comes to your height. Dean was right, all the women had on sky high stilettos, but you were also right, you stand taller than all of them that you pass by.

Sam seems to pick up on the change in your demeanor, but chooses not to make it a thing, to which you a are grateful. All you want is to grab this thing and get the hell out of Dodge. The problem, in order to do that, you had to go and try to flirt with Mathers long enough for Sam to figure out what room the cursed object was in, and recover it.

Everything in you screamed at the thought of trying to outdo these other women, and the closer you got to him, Mathers only ampliphied those screams. He was a gracious host, and even talked with you for a moment, but his interactions were nothing like those he was having with the other women around you. Yep, seems about right, once again your height has warded off a man.

Out of nowhere Sam rushes by, grabbing you by the arm, and makes a beeline for the door. “Time to go.”

Trying to regain your balance and keep up with Sam in these heels is proving to be quite the challenge. “What about the thing?”

“I got it, but uh, let’s just say the guards upstairs didn’t take so kindly to me collecting it.”

Dean’s right on time, pulling up, just as you stepped down off the last step outside. Your doors are barely closed when Dean peels out of the drive, tires squealing. Sam carefully places the object down into the curse box and locks it. Job done.

Dean left to go to a bar, and when Sam emerges from the bathroom to find you laying back on the foot of the bed, feet dangling off the end, and your arm slung over your face. You ca’t see him, but you can tell he wants to say something, but is holding it back. He paces the room, gathering stuff up, and just trying to be busy.

“What Sam?”

“Nothing.” He continues his collecting, but stops shortly after, letting out a sigh. “I just…. Why do you put yourself down about your height?” You slowly sit up, still not willing to look him in the eye. “Don’t think I don’t pick up on all the little digs you make about it, and the way your demeanor changed like that” He snaps his finger, “as we walked in tonight.”

“It…. I don’t know. It’s just been that way my whole life. Everything had been a challenge when it came to my height. FInding clothes is hard, having to deal with perky little sales associates that like to make comments like, ‘wow you’re tall.’ And you can forget about finding a man. I mean, they all seem to think there’s something wrong with a woman my height.”

He sighs, moves to the space in front of you, and squats down. “I wish I could tell you that dealing with the same old comments about height gets better, or that finding clothes will be easier, but I just can’t do that. What I can say is that not every man feels that way.”

“You can’t say that Sam. I saw it on all the faces there tonight. I just-”

The feeling of his warm hands coming to rest gently on your thighs, stopped you dead in your tracks and caused you to finally look him in the eye. “Y/N. I can say that, because I’m living proof of that. Do you really not see how I look at you?”

“Huh?”

He lets out a breathy laugh, “I mean, do you not pick up on all my little attempts at compliments, how every now and then you catch me looking at you for no reason, or how I always manage to need something right by you, so I have to brush against you to get it?”

“I guess I just never thought it could mean anything, so I didn’t really think anything of it.” Your eyebrows furrow as you process what he has just told you. “Wait. So you like me?”

“Yes.” He chuckles at your confusion. “Y/N, I really do like you. All those other guys don’t know what they’re missing.” He says as his hands slide down your calves, and begin undoing the buckles on your shoes. Once each shoe is gone, his fingers gently smooth the tension built up from the pressure the shoes put on your feet. A  grin plays at the corner of his lips. “Besides..” he bends forward and presses a kiss to your right shin. “Your height only means I have more of you to love.” He continues kissing up both your legs, “God I love these long legs.”

He stands up, pulling you to your feet. “Oh and I don’t have to hurt my neck when I do this.” And he bends slightly, connecting his lips to yours in a sweet and loving kiss.

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