#does she scream does she cry does she double down on fighting does she try to kill casimir does she try to kill herself…

[professorlegaspi]

This is going to be really dark but

AU where after Casimir kidnapped Celia’s family he forgot to feed them and they died of starvation in the basement of Huperpetra and when he brought them out for the surprise factor in the final battle he was actually just displaying their corpses

[justporo]

Hear me out! Tav brought a statue of Astarion to the camp but Astarion does not recognize himself in it and does not understand why their leader spent 5000 gold on a random stone man. Meanwhile the party is betting on how long it will take Astarion to guess whose statue it is.

5000 Gold

"He's not... he's not gonna figure it out anytime soon, is he?"

"Sshhh!"

Shadowheart shushed Karlach with an angry frown and a single finger thrown to her lips.

The two of them - along with your other companions observed the scene unfolding on the other side of the camp. Right where a delivery had just been made - and quite an uncommon one.

A giant stone statue, depicting... Astarion - and almost fully nude at that.

You couldn't resist when the offer had been made to you at the carnival at the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate. 5000 gold had felt like nothing for the punchline you had been about to make with having a statue be made of the one companion that couldn't remember what he himself looked like.

And Astarion, upon discovering Tav's most recent purchase, had started to throw a temper tantrum immediately, almost fainting when he had heard the paid sum out of your mouth.

The vampire had worked himself into an outright frenzy, screaming, hissing, gesticulating towards the statue, then back to you, then to the skies. Meanwhile all you could do anymore was biting your lip to stop yourself from bursting into the biggest laughing fit of your life.

The rest of the group kept observing from a safe distance.

"Istik", Lae'zel mumbled under her breath. But even the sober githyanki could barely hide a smile.

Shadowheart shushed her as well. Wyll had just been silently shaking his head for the last couple of minutes. Shadowheart had started taking bets on how long it would take the oblivious vampire to realise the cruel trick that was being played on him. Karlach, being way too optimistic, had already lost some coin to the cleric with their estimate of a few minutes.

Only Gale who had been busy this far with some of his thousand books had missed the whole spectacle so far. Just now had the wizard realised that something was going down. He eyed the fighting trio of you Astarion and stone Astarion and then the group of bystanders, trying to decipher the situation. When he couldn't make any logical sense of any of it he went over to the small onlooking group. "I appear to have missed something? What is-"

Shadowheart hissed at him to shut up, causing Gale to flinch back with a hurt facial expression. Wyll though wasn't impressed by the cleric and enlightened his friend: "It looks like our clever leader Tav has taken up the offer of getting a stone statue of Astarion for a bargain of 5000 gold without telling anyone. And now we're betting how long it's going to take him to realise it's him."

Shadowheart stared the Blade of Frontiers down. Wyll merely shrugged his shoulders. He'd faced more fearsome creatures than the cleric aplenty.

Gale just blinked several times at him, letting the words settle. Then a grin spread on the wizard's face. "I bet 100 gold it's gonna take him at least until the end of the day."

Shadowheart's furious expression lightened noticeably and she stretched out her hand to Gale. They shook on the bet. Then everyone turned back to the two Astarion's and you to continue watching the scene.

"Why in the nine hells would you get a statue of some random guy - he isn't that... Well, he is quite handsome!" Astarion yelled at you while you had to hide your face in your hands desperately trying to pull yourself together.

The vampire didn't let up: "Well, if only it had been me, then I would have understood, darling, who wouldn't want that as a piece of decor, but-"

That was it, you broke. Hysterical laughter started shaking you, up to the point where you doubled over and could barely breathe between laughing and crying from laughing.

The vampire meanwhile went through the whole spectrum of emotions known under the sun in a matter of seconds. Angered, confused, flustered. And then finally something in the elf’s brain clicked together.

He stared at the statue then at you, back to the statue and suddenly his hands wandered over his own face as if to grasp it's lines and shapes.

"You...," he started and stopped. Through your tears you were sure you could see the vampire's pointy ears turn bright pink. "That IS me!"

You were barely able to nod as another fit of laughter shook you. Astarion’s mouth opened several times but no sound came out. A rare occasion to the see the sassy rogue so void of words.

Meanwhile, a bunch of moans could be heard from the other side of camp where Shadowheart collected her won gold from the others.)

"Why would you-", Astarion began and his expression was barely readable while your laughter slowly died down and you were able to kneel back on your feet.

"Didn't you say it yourself? He's quite handsome, isn't he? Now you get to see for yourself again."

Astarion pointed an angry finger at you about to throw another fit but then his eyes fell on the statue again. Now with knowing what it was and what it meant it shut him up immediately.

He took a few steps closer to get a better look. His anger at you momentarily forgotten as he gazed upon his own image for the first time in over 200 years.

[timkontheunsure]

Blitz's pattern from Verosika

Since "let's go!" we've known Blitz expects to sort out things in relationships two ways.

By loud arguments, with lots of sass and of barbs passed between them.

Or with make up sex.

Stolas doesn't do either. He crys and is visible hurt. And Blitz doesn't really know how to deal with that.

He calls it a rough night, and want to get things back to sex as quickly as possible. The only part of relationships he thinks he's good at.

He's trying so hard to get Stolas to either agree to sex again, or to be sassy and fight with to him.

When sex isn't working, and his taking the piss out relationship kinda does but gets waaaay to real.

Blitz tries to make it into the Prince and Peasant roleplay again, and is flummoxed when Stolas won't play.

But how does the map to Verosika?

There whole conversation has Blitz at the centre of a broken heart.

At the start of there argument when she starts fighting back he smiles. She calls him a dumbass he happy, a prick and he grins. These's no chance of sex so this is all he's got.

Till he again tries the the fake not fake apology, and she stops fighting back.

So he has to double down with screaming that he's bad at relationships. Till Voroskia engages again take the mick that he's finally worked he hurts people.

That it was crap that he dumped her for being in love with him. (This is what Stolas thinks happened with them too. He was expecting a yes or no. And Blitz continuing to call Stolas feeling roleplay; looks like the biggest no to a relationship).

Blitz folds up at this. Verosika asks "No snarky come back?" because that how they communicate. And Blitz says No and that he's really sorry.

Then she has to try and check if he means it by twisting the knife just a little. Seeing how jealous he'll be with Stolas.

With her face going from 'ha' to 'are you serious', to ' you really care about this one don't you?'. Then reminding him he said this time he wants to do better.

And the biggy; she gave him back his heart so he can try again right.

[yuri-is-online]

I imagine Deuce!Yutu is either A. The Ultimate Honor Student with perfect grades and a plsmile that makes old nannies and mothers swoon (Yutu: "Thanks, its because me and my parent are the local "weirdos" I had to overcorrect and become a golden child (':") OR B. just as bad as pre-NRC Deuce was, a gang member who'd jump anyone who'd look at him wrong (but still cried until he was sick when he watched My Girl (1991) behind Yuu's back. They told him not to because they knew it was sad, he didn't listen).

I imagine Yuu's main memory of Deuce to their Yutu was how much Deuce believed in self-improvement and redemption, always trying to be a better man, which either version of Yutu can't help but admire or respect, despite their complicated feelings over their absent father.

Upon meeting him in the "current" timeline as a student, A or B either can't help but give Pop's an A for effort, despite missing the goal sometimes or finds him a little cringe for being such a tryhard.

I had to google the movie you mentioned and got jump scared by it taking place in Pennsylvania. Pretty sure I have driven through the place it's supposed to be set before... and fuck just reading the synopsis made me cry I don't think I could watch it ;-; poor Yutu should have listened to his parent.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here.

I feel like I have read too much Tokyo Revengers because... we can have both: an honor student with a delinquent mean streak sounds like a good set up for Deuce! Yutu. Not that I think he would behave like Kisaki does exactly, but still. Dylla mentions in the White Rabbit event that she wasn't on the best terms with her mother when she was a teen, and we know about how Deuce was in middle school, so the idea of Yutu having a bit of a temper and rebellious streak to him does make a degree of sense. Sadly, I think that extends to his interactions with Yuu... so things are about to be angsty on two fronts today.

Much like Deuce, Yutu was just the cutest baby. He loved all things cute and fluffy. Bunnies, kitties, puppy dogs, he was such a sweet little kid who really loved chasing around butterflies in the great outdoors. He really loved to read, and learned how to do so at a very early age. When Yuu was having a bad day he would pick out one of his favorite books and insist on reading them a bedtime story so they could take a nap without any nightmares. If he was especially worried he would bring his favorite nightlight with him.

Not that anyone would ever dare to suggest it given what Yutu is like now, but he was very afraid of the dark as a child. He still is, there's just something about the void that exists in the darkness that screams danger to him. When he's isekaid to Twisted Wonderland it evolves into an extreme fear of blot and phantoms. I'd like his unique magic to have something to do with light or stars, something inspired by the Second Star to the Right from Peter Pan? I think it would be cute for someone afraid of the dark to be able to provide their own light.

When Yutu reaches middle school there's a noticeable change in his relationship with you. He's still polite, still bringing home good grades and unoffensive comments from his teachers. But he's a bit cold, as if he is purposefully putting emotional distance between you. His friends all treat you respectfully, but you just have a feeling, left over from somewhere, that you know what is likely going on but you can't put your finger on what. He gets angry when you try to ask questions, yelling something about how you just don't understand, maybe even throws in something about this being your fault...

I wrote about Riddle! Yutu having some fights with Yuu, but Deuce! Yutu's fights are so much worse. While Riddle! Yutu typically comes out of his room blubbering big fat tears ready to apologize, Deuce! Yutu feels the need to double down and save face. He does believe his parent has amnesia, he's seen how they act, but what he does not get is why they insist on feeling so fond of his dad and refuse to move on. In his mind their life could be a lot better if Yuu was willing to be honest with themselves about who his dad probably was. Yutu is very hung up on why Deuce felt the need to be redeemed, focusing on self improvement is all fine and good if you are someone worth redeeming but he's not around for Yutu to judge. And Yuu doesn't remember...

He's young, stupid, and angry, and he takes it out on anyone who looks at him wrong. What's worse for authority figures who want to help is that he's veeeery smart about how he does it. When he jumps someone you can bet there won't be cameras around to see it. When the police start troubling Yuu about what he's doing it's mostly just in the hope that they'll be able to talk some sense into their kid rather than to arrest Yutu or anything like that, but it doesn't work. Yutu gets to see the same thing that his dad did all those years ago, his parent crying because of his behavior but there's no grandparent Yuu is asking advice of. Since I am in the mood to be extra cruel, let's say the day that fight takes place, the day Yutu sees Yuu crying is the day he hears a very important name for the first time.

Deuce. His father's name is Deuce and the reason why he wasn't around was because he was from the other world that came to swallow up him and his parent the instant they began to remember. He doesn't get time to cover up the signs of his rebellion, or really a chance to say sorry. He has to look Grandpa Crewel in the face and admit that he made Yuu cry and added to the overly stressed mess their life had become. Everything they said about Deuce was true, and what's worse he was like him.

I feel like Deuce would be the sort of person who wanted to make a lot of home videos. Cater probably would be too, but he'd store most of them on his phone and I think that would be lost to time by the time his Yutu came home. Maybe it's because of the ghost camera, or his desire to be an "honor student" evolving into wanting to be an "honorable husband and father" but Deuce totally bought a video camera to take cheesy videos to show Yutu as he grew up. Instead the kid gets to see fragments of a life he could have had as he listens to his dad tell him about his life and how he met Yuu.

"Honestly I have no idea why they said yes." Deuce is a dork. A complete dork who looks so... young and life like in the video. He knows what features he took from Yuu but watching Deuce talk, he can pick up on the ticks, the way his mouth sets when determined. The look of shock that always made Yuu laugh, it bursts into view when he hears Yuu laugh as they enter the frame to snuggle into Duece's side, to press their face against his cheek with a happily contended sigh. "Y-yuu you're making me look uncool in front of the baby."

"He's not here yet!" You giggle and for the first time in a long time Yutu feels himself choking up as he watches his dad get all silly looking at the thought of his arrival.

"We're really looking forward to meeting you kiddo. I promise, nothing will ever happen to you. I'm not going anywhere."

"Well. Technically kept that last promise didn't you." He tries to play it off like a joke, but Crewel isn't laughing and neither is Yutu.

Gets put in Heartslabyul, but isn't exactly determined to be an honor student like his dad. While Deuce enjoys a good fight or the feeling of the wind in his hair... Yutu mostly got into fights because he was angry and needed someone to take it out on. Because of that temper he struggles with learning and controlling his magic but he still does pretty well with the practical academic side of things. He's proud of his ability to understand these things, and takes a lot of comfort in knowing his dad would be excited at knowing he was good at things like math and science.

Like with the other Heartslabyul boys, he had to fight his father's phantom. He sees putting Deuce to rest as part of his penance for how he treated Yuu in the years leading up to getting isekaid. He refuses to go back in time until he's able to lay this version of his father to rest next to Yuu so he can promise both of them, to their faces, that he'll create a world where they all can be together and live as a family.

Deuce is extremely friendly to Yutu! He wants to learn as much about Yuu's world as he can so he can help them feel as at home in Twisted Wonderland as possible. He makes sure to let Yutu know that extends to him too once Yuu warms up to having him in the friend circle, Uncle Ace is much less enthusiastic but it's clearly from a place of care towards Yuu. He starts to warm up when he sees Yutu trying his hardest to tutor Deuce, though he claims it's because he just thinks it's funny but really it's because Ace wants to see Deuce succeed.

Very correct on his feelings about Pops. His dad is so wildly cringe it's unreal. His effort is inspiring until he starts getting embarrassed for losing his temper and stuttering, or seven forbid you look at his grades. The more he interacts with both of you the more certain he becomes that Deuce would never have abandoned him... and that he is so getting grounded when Deuce learns about how he treated Yuu. And what's worse is that Yutu sort of wants him to.

Surprisingly that's not what happens at all. When Deuce learns who Yutu is, whether by sleuthing or through a violent confrontation with a monster from the future, when the whole story is laid out before him and his son bows to beg for his judgement it doesn't come at all. His Pops yanks him up by the collar and turns him towards Yuu.

"Say all of that again to your parent." Deuce's voice is as stern as it is serious. Yuu looks distraught, not quite to the point they were on the day everything changed but getting there as Yutu immediately breaks down and chokes, crying and begging for your forgiveness and saying he's sorry as Deuce brings all three of you together into a strong embrace. "I'm not the one you need to make things up to, but it's ok. I know exactly how you feel and we'll work through things together."

Deuce doesn't feel like he can be overly angry at Yutu for taking after him. He does feel the need to apologize to Yuu, profusely and in private, for putting them in so much danger and not being there to help Yutu work through his temper. If I was writing this as a story, I'd make Yuu sort of afraid of Yutu's feelings? I could see them blaming themselves and things being a bit awkward within their relationship with Yutu where they had been very good before the reveal. With Deuce being the loving and understanding partner that he is, the bridge is once again mended and the whole family gets to indulge in hobbies that aren't beating the shit out of other people.

Yutu gets back into reading, and starts looking up manuals and histories of blastcycles so he has something to talk to his dad about. He was right about his dad being extremely proud of him for being smart, he's that classic mechanic working class dad who can't stop talking about his kid who went to college and has pictures of him in his garage he makes sure to point out to everyone who comes in. Said person is really just Ace who really wants to make fun of Deuce and Yuu for being cringe together but is too focused on this whole world ending thing and wants everyone to be more focused on that.

Deuce promises that he is, he has a lot of confidence in the ability of your little group to be able to win against stacked odds. You've done it before you can do it again. Yutu couldn't have picked better allies, he's really determined to show him that and be a dad his son can be proud of. He repeats his promise to Yutu that he's never going anywhere, even though the kid never told him anything about the tapes because he really means it. He wants that world little Yutu dreamed of and older Yutu swore to fight for to be a reality, and it's his job as an honorable dad and future husband (he gets so flustered when he says that) to be the one on the front lines of fighting for it,

... just please please please do not tell Yutu about the egg incident. He doesn't think he could handle that embarrassment.

[luveline]

jade!!!! i’m sure you get this a lot but i would die for some hurt/comfort in the steve zombie au universe 🫠🫠🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

hi!! ty for requesting ♡ steve zombie!au (pre-college / mutual pining). fem!reader, 1k

cw violence

Steve swears the chills come before you've even drawn breath to scream. His name, at the very top of your lungs and sharpened into a knifepoint, "Steve! Steve!" 

He drops the lockbox he'd been inspecting without thinking and stands from his squat, setting off at an all out sprint in the direction he thinks you came from. Your third scream cements your location, as does the sound of a scuffle, your pained shouting down the stairs and hiding behind the countertops. 

People are animals, and you're far more vulnerable to a living person than a dead one. There's a tearing sound, fabric stretched until it snaps. Steve thinks the worst. A greasy guy pinning you to the floor, a gun to the soft curve of your neck.  

Steve shouts your name. "Where are you?" he shouts, his throat burning raw. 

"Get off of me!" 

"Stupid bitch." It's a girl's voice, crystalline. "I'll gut you throat to cunt."  

Holy fuck, Steve thinks. Holy fucking fuck. He trips over an overturned postcard stand and slams into the counter, over it, into the room behind it. You have your hand wrapped around your backpack strap, a month's worth of provisions being yanked on by a girl with a knife in her hands. You're both grunting in exertion, the girl's leg slamming up into yours. You take the beating, throwing your hand into her face with a clout.

"Get the fuck off of her!" Steve shouts, barrelling for the stranger. 

The knife presses to your throat. No holds barred. 

"Y/N, let it go!" Steve shouts, a quick command. He'd rather lose the bag than you. A million times over.

You drop your hold on the bag. The girl flinches back, the curve of her knife leaving a dribble of blood behind, startling red that seeps unsympathetic into the grey of your t-shirt. 

She rattles out past fallen bottles, that ever present crunch of glass under her feet like compressed snow. Steve is torn. Two seconds of indecision. Should he follow her? 

He didn't get a clear look at what she did to your neck. He chooses you, he should've chosen you the second he saw blood, but a month of food is a lot. You might die without it. 

"Shit," he hisses, leaping forward to assess your cut. It's dark but not pitch, the line of your cut shining from the very last reflections of sunlight. "How badly does it hurt?" he asks, quickly dropping his bag down the length of his arm. He almost splits the zipper, digging for a clean scrap of cloth. He settles for his last t-shirt, shaking it out before bringing it to your neck.

"The food. The food, Steve, you have to go get it." 

Steve shrugs. He honestly can't think about it right now. He'll explode. "How am I supposed to get it back? We don't have anything to fight with. You have your pen knife, I have a kids baseball bat and a hand crank torch." He frowns and pulls away the cotton. Your cut oozes. He dabs it dry. It oozes more, but there's no white line of dermis peeking through. "I could shove it down her fucking throat." 

You wince. 

"Sorry," he says, though if he's apologising for hurting you or saying something vile, he's unsure. 

"I'm so fucking sorry," you say back, ignoring him. "I'm sorry, Steve, I'm so sorry." Your throat moves under his hand cupping the cloth there. "We're fucked and it's all my fault." 

He can't speak. He doesn't refute your claim, though you're wrong, your words striking a chord deep in the most terrified parts of him. Sometimes, Steve feels that crushing panic of childhood, the feeling of hiding under your bed with a little heart pulsing double time between sore ribs. You're fucked. 

You're a strong girl, but it doesn't take much of Steve's silence for you to start crying. You sniffle and tremble and try to do neither, gently shaking hands reaching for his elbow. "I'm sorry. I'll figure it out." 

Steve moves his fingers along the curve of your neck, lying to himself about what the touch means.

A tear drips down your cheek. He doesn't kid himself into thinking they're purely for him. You're shit scared, you're always hurting, and a minute ago someone was holding a knife to your throat threatening to split you open. He doesn't know if someone's coming back to finish you both off. He needs to do two things at once. 

"Let's find somewhere to sleep for the night." 

"I'm sorry," you say. His throat aches in sympathy. 

"She almost killed you. The last thing I want is for you to die over a couple of cans of tuna and arugula." He taps your jaw with his index finger. "Seriously." 

"I'm fucking useless." 

"Hey, hey." He cups your cheek. "Don't say that shit. Why would you think that? Would you think I was useless, if it happened to me?" 

Your ashamed look breaks his heart. He's in fucking deep shit with you. Lately, it's been getting worse. You break a nail and he thinks about stitching it back on. 

"You're not useless. I don't wanna hear you say that. Okay?" he says sternly. 

"Sorry," you mumble. 

"I'm not sorry. I'll take losing a bag of food over losing you any day." He doesn't give you time to understand what he's said. "Come on. Hold this to your neck. We need to go before she comes back." 

Steve wishes he could say he lets you hold his hand on the walk back to your latest temporary lodgings, but it's more like he takes yours and won't give it back, using the little trembling of your fingers to assess how upset you are. Squeezing when it gets bad. 

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

can you do a noncon threesome with Lyle, Quaritch, and a human!fem!reader where she begs them not to cum inside her but no. they have to fill her up with their cum. a lot of teasing and praise/degradation too?? ty!! I love ur writing

milk without the honey.

ִֶָ 𖥔ﾟ— synposis : getting cornered in a dark room was something you didnt wish for; you wonder why it happened to you, you wonder why they chose to do that to you, questions swam in your head as you struggled and screamed and wriggled around trying to get them off of you, one of them put his hand on your mouth in order to muffle your screams.

ִִֶֶָ 𖥔ﾟ— warnings : cnc, degrading, p in v, double penetration, oral (fem rec.), praising, threesome (m/m/f), no plot, no mentions of y/n, no proof reading.

ִִֶ 𖥔ﾟ— pairing : lyle x reader x quaritch

ִֶָ 𖥔ﾟ— a/n : CNC??? I HAD TO WRITE IT. also im so sorry i didnt reply faster.. ive been busy with life sm happened and i forgot everything about my requests and my drafts imma try to finish as much as i can today. tysm for requesting !! <3. also !!! comments are highly appreciated unless theyre bad ones... keep em for urself >< !! have fun reading! i hope you enjoy ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

"you like that? you like being touched by us? hmm? tell me, baby, do you like the way we touch you?" lyle said from behind you, his cock thrusting inside your walls, his breath hot on your neck as he held you close to him to keep you balanced with his fingers in your mouth muffling your screams.

"she sure does…" quaritch said from between your legs, breathing on your cunt the lifting his hand to collect your wetness.

"look how wet she is, just like a little whore;" lyle smirked.

"that right princess? youre a whore for us, yeah?"

you had tears running down your face;

you were trying to fight back at first, tried to scream, cried for someone to help you but you were in an isolated room, you knew it was impossible for anyone to hear you but you tried, now you gave up, you let them use you however they want, became their experimental game.

your face twitched as your felt your orgasm approaching, quaritch felt your pussy throbbing as he lapped at your clit, without a warning, he slipped a finger inside of your vagina, his finger deep down to the knuckle inside of you, the act was excruciating for you but you liked it and you let out a soft muffled moan.

quaritch pulled away right before you climaxed. "get ready, imma gonna put my cock inside your tiny cunt, you g'na like it,"

you were too tired to argue back and just sat there waiting as lyles fingers left your mouth to play with your tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he sucked on the flesh of your neck.

"you gonna let everybody know that i fucked you? gonna let em know you belong to daddy? hm?" lyle talked to you while quaritch slammed his cock inside of you and you moaned loudly.

you had quaritchs and lyles cocks inside of you, both cocks rubbing on each other making them twitch inside of you, quaritchs hand went to your neck, choking you til your eyes widened and your lips went blue in color.

"p – plea – hh – se.. plea–!

s–top"

quaritch was amused by your beggings and after a few seconds of holding you there, he withdrew his hand from your neck.

lyle was groaning like a wild animal and quaritch gave him a knowing look. "gonna let us cum inside your tiny cunt?" quaritch said and your eyes widened as you shook your head 'no'.

"no – please s – stop – no.. please

pleasepleasepleaseplease.. dont please.." you had started crying and quaritch just smirked while lyle was lost in the feeling of your cunt tightening around both cocks.

"gonna pump my seed right inside of you, baby," quaritch said with a groan.

"wanna have our kids inside of ya?"

"she sure — she sure does!"

you closed your eyes and cried. "please no please stop please stop please stop.." you started rambling as your thighs started to shake and your muscles spasm and just like that you release on quaritchs pubic region.

"what a good bitch… coating me with your pretty fluids,"

"ha.. see colonel, told ya she a catch,"

both men smirked as they twitched inside your body.. once… twice…

they released inside of you, one after the other, and you were left alone in that room, laying down on the floor feeling useless and disgusting.

you were disgusted with yourself. disgusted with the idea of you enjoying it. and that was true, you were disgusting because you liked every bit of it, so laying down with your legs shaking, with spit and cum drying on your pussy, you reached down to touch yourself.

[whoblewboobear]

We gotta put Jace and Porter in a Netflix dating reality show/Love Island/bachelor au. They’d either be the couple that wins at the end just to breakup or arguably the strongest couple by the end that doesn’t win but stays together after the show.

They’re so messy and toxic at the reunion just fighting with all the other contestants and maybe the host too if they try to bring up Porter coupling up with someone else and leaving Jace in danger of going home one week.

If it’s love island it’s 100% bc of Casa Amour. Jace flirted a bit and played the game but ultimately doesn’t choose to couple up with with someone new. The producers showed the everyone back at the house footage of what happened in the other villa and Porter fucking sees red watching Jace flirt with all the new casa amour people. When the new singles arrive to the villa Porter wastes no time to chat a cute guy up and take him back to the hideaway.

When the other half of the house gets back and Jace sees Porter looking VERY cozy with someone else and he’s distraught. Him and Porter have a screaming match by the bar that night. Viewers are eating this shit UP. Sandra-Lynn and Halo have to pull Jace away from Porter before he beats the shit out of him. Porter is just being so cocky and rude and smirking at Jace like “let him hit me~” Jace pulls a reality tv classic and spits in Porter’s face. Porter who is reveling in the fucking mess of it all. That man is a perfect reality tv villain. A true chaos agent the villa.

Both of their talking heads in the confessional are so insane at this point too. Jace is trying to pretend he doesn’t care in between clips of him crying and screaming and being comforted by half the house lmao, meanwhile Porter is doubling down and saying if Jace wasn’t so quick to shove his tongue people’s throats he wouldn’t have coupled up with *checks notes* hetero Jessica? He barely remembers this poor woman’s name it’s awful. He says at the next re-coupling he’s getting back with Jace but he likes to watch him squirm a little bit.

Jace HATES that he has to depend on Porter to choose him again, so he puts in the work and starts chatting up Zara and they hit. It. Off. Jace is probably calm for the first time in weeks since he got there. It’s days before the recoupling Zara tells Jace that she likes this but wants to stick with Lucilla. She does mention that Porter is planning on recoupling with him though. That she heard it from Gorthalax. Jace does hate how happy it makes him but he wants to play hard to get and see if Porter atleast comes to talk to him at some point. And he does!

Porter ends up winning some challenge. He can choose to go on 3 dates with anyone of his choosing. When he gets the text he reads it for the group but immediately beelines to catch a producer to ask if it has to be a different person for each date or if he can go on all of them with one person. The producers are seeing the ratings and the dollars skyrocketing from this stunt so they allow it.

When Jace gets summoned for the first date he’s a little put out because you always save the person you actually wanna couple up with for last, right? Porter is gonna tell him he’s not picking him. WRONG.

Porter is genuinely being so romantic and sweet and it’s probably the best day they’ve shared in the villa. But by the time the first date would be wrapping up, Jace places a hand on Porter’s arm and says it’s okay if he doesn’t choose him. Porter raises an eyebrow and asks him why he’d think that. Jace asks who his next two dates are with and when Porter responds with “you.” Jace tears up and kisses him.

They definitely don’t win the show but they do end up very happy together post-show.

[solarisstyles]

MS.HONEY: OPEN HOUSE

Pairing: Harry Styles x F!Reader Word Count: 2.4k+ Warnings: single parent struggles, stressful situations, fighting Summary: It takes a village to raise a special needs child. Gemma's son is growing up and starting kindergarten in the fall. Uncle Harry is struggling with not being able to spend all day, everyday, with his nephew who he's grown quite attached to. When he accompanies Gemma and Arlo on his first day of school, he meets Ms.Honey. Harry decides Kindergarten might not be so bad after all. A/N: For the sake of the story, Gemma and Harry live in the states. I know more about the school system in America than the UK so it just made sense! This story is not meant to be a 100% depiction of what a family of this dynamic is like. Harry and Gemma Styles are very real people and are only being used for fictional purposes!

*please like and reblog to help your local fic writers*

The first month of school was full of adjustments not only for Arlo but for Gemma as well. Waking up early was a struggle for both of them. Gemma hated how many fights it caused and how it would make Arlo clam up. “I need help.” Gemma finally admitted to Harry one night on the phone. She hated admitting it and desperately wanted to have everyone believe she could do this on her own. 

“How can I help?” Harry asked her, sensing his sister’s stress through the phone. 

“Could you get Arlo ready in the morning and take him to school? All he does is fight with me and I don’t know if I can do another morning like we had today” Gemma's voice cracking at the mention of what happened earlier that morning.

Harry felt his chest constrict, images of Gemma stressed and Arlo upset filtered through his mind. “Of course. How about I come get him and he can stay the night with me. It sounds like you both need a break from each other.” he offered, much to Gemma’s relief. 

“Yeah, I’d love that. I think he would too.” Gemma agreed, fiddling with the frayed edge of her shirt. 

“Cool, pack a bag for him and I’ll be there in ten.” Harry instructed, hanging up the phone.

Walking around his house really fast, he double checked that things were picked up that he didn’t want Arlo messing with. Needless to say it’s the quickest he’s ever child proofed his home. Satisfied with how things looked he grabbed his car keys off the hook by the door, driving down to Gemma’s house.

He could hear Arlo crying as he walked up to the door, sparking a wave of worry through him. Walking through the front door without knocking, he could hear Gemma’s voice blended in with Arlo’s cries, “Arlo, stop it you’ve got to put on your shoes!” she sternly said. 

Following the noise into the living room, Harry couldn’t hold back the sadness in his eyes. Gemma looked disheveled and exhausted, Arlo’s face was bright red with fat tears streaming down his face. He stood there for a moment watching Gemma take Arlo by the ankle and try to put his shoe on, only to be kicked and screamed at. Harry could see Gemma grow more frustrated the longer Arlo continued to struggle. Groaning loudly, she threw the shoe down in frustration, putting her head in her hands to try and not cry herself.

Harry quietly approached them, sitting down next to Gemma, “Go get a drink Gemma I’ll handle it okay?” he softly said, rubbing Gemmas back gently. Gemma looked at Harry with glossy, tired eyes, nodding and getting up without saying a word. 

Once Gemma left the room, Harry turned to Arlo who was still crying on the couch. “Hey Bub, do you want to come have a sleepover with me?” Harry gently asked, giving him a soft smile. 

Arlo’s sobs quietted some, nodding at Harry while he wiped his face with his shirt. 

Trying not to cringe, Harry gave him a small smile, “Okay, well to have a sleepover with me you’ve got to put your shoes on. Can you do that for me?” he watched Arlo carefully think about it till he nodded again. Harry beamed at him, “Excellent choice Bub.” he praised him, picking up the shoe Gemma had previously thrown, sliding it onto Arlo’s foot with no fighting. Sliding on his other shoe, he gently patted his foot, “Okay, now I need you to go grab your bag.” he instructed. 

Arlo nodded, sliding off the couch and heading to his room where Gemma had left his bag.

Gemma stood there on the other side of the living room, a sullen look on her face. 

Harry turned to her and gave her a sympathetic smile, patting the floor next to him for Gemma to sit with him. 

Returning to her spot next to Harry, Gemma took a long sip of her wine, setting the glass down on the rug they sat on. “I wish he would listen to me that easily.” Gemma said after a beat of silence. 

Harry snorted a laugh and looked over at her, “Mom said that about us as kids.” he pointed out. 

Gemma groaned, putting her head against her bent knees “This really is karma for me being such a crazy kid.” she sighed. 

Harry patted her shoulder “Bad days come with good days.” he reassured. 

Arlo came rushing back into the living room, bag in tow along with his blanket and the stuffed bee. 

“He’s slept with that every night since he got it.” Gemma said in reference to the stuffed animal. 

Harry smiled fondly at his nephew “I bet it's a great cuddle buddy.” he said, standing from his spot on the ground. 

“Tell your Mum bye Bub.” pushing Arlo towards Gemma a little, they both stared at each other. Gemma accepted that Arlo was still shutting her out since he refused to move and give her a hug. 

Giving her son a small smile instead, she looked back up at Harry, “His book bag is by the front door and his lunchbox is on the counter in the kitchen.”

Harry nodded, “I’ll grab them. And please, relax some and enjoy your time alone.” he encouraged, guiding Arlo to the door.

Gemma later texted Harry a long winded thank you for coming to her rescue, Harry sent her back a photo of Arlo asleep in his bed cuddled up to his bumble bee. Gemma would never admit it but she cried that evening, feeling like Harry had taken a giant boulder off her chest.

The next morning, Harry got up a little bit before Arlo, making him his breakfast then waking him up. “I got oatmeal ready for you Bub.” Harry softly whispered, rubbing Arlo’s back to wake him up. The thought of food quickly had Arlo sitting up and ready to get out of bed. 

He followed Harry to the table where they both sat and ate breakfast. Arlo was quick to finish his food, now wide awake and ready to start his day. Harry was pleased to see his mood was better than it was last night and hoped it would carry through the day and evening when Gemma had him again. 

Taking the last bite of his own food, he gathered their dishes and took them to the sink to worry about later. “Okay dude, let's get dressed and ready to go!” He said in an upbeat tone.

He was thankful Arlo was being so easy for him this morning, giving him no trouble about getting dressed, brushing his teeth, or brushing his hair. Once he had Arlo ready he sat him in front of the TV to watch some morning cartoons so he could get ready. And if he took a little longer to get ready in case he saw you, he’d never admit it.

The ride to school was just as easy. Harry didn’t have to get out to take Arlo in but he was lucky enough to see you walking to the building. “Good morning Ms.Honey!” he called out to you, waving his hand. Waving back at him and giving him a welcoming smile, you said hello back to him, softly giggling at his goofy smile. “Hope to see Gemma and You tonight at the open house!” you said, getting a nod from him. 

“Wouldn’t miss it.” he confidently said, making your smile bigger. 

“Have a good day Harry.” giving him a small departing wave, he returned it, “You too.” he called back.

Bringing Arlo’s stuff back to Gemma’s house, Harry let himself in, surprised to see Gemma already awake. “I thought you’d sleep in.” he said, setting the bag down on the couch. 

“I ended up going to bed after I texted you last night. I apparently needed to sleep more than I thought.” Gemma told him, pouring herself another cup of coffee. She looked a lot more rested and calm, easing Harry’s worry if things might be too much for her. 

“Well anytime you need help I’m always willing to take him.” Harry said, grabbing his own mug from the cabinet and making himself some coffee. “Oh! Arlo has an Open House tonight at his school.” Harry said, mixing in the sugar and cream to his coffee. 

“Fuck, I’m so glad you reminded me. I totally forgot.” Gemma said, pinching the bridge of her nose and squeezing her eyes shut. “I swear I’m losing it.” she mumbled. 

“We all do every now and then.” Harry reasoned. “Ms.Honey actually told me about it this morning. Said she hopes to see us there.” Harry was now facing Gemma, taking a sip of his coffee. 

“Us huh?” Gemma said with a smug grin. 

Harry rolled his eyes, “I don’t have to go if you don’t want me to.” he huffed in a pouty manner.  

Gemma chuckled, “Don’t pout like I just kicked you. You can come.” she assured. 

Later that evening Harry, Gemma, and Arlo headed back to the school. Harry was carrying two trays of cookies in a plastic grocery bag, much to the amusement of Gemma. 

“You know we didn’t have to bring anything right?” Gemma said, getting Arlo out of the car and walking towards the school entrance, Harry right behind them. 

He shrugged, “Somebody’s gotta be the teacher’s pet.” he said, making Gemma laugh.

“Welcome guys! Head over to Arlo’s desk and make sure you grab the packet I have there for you. And enjoy socializing with the other parents.” your cheery voice making butterflies swarm in Harry’s stomach. 

“I brought these for a snack if anyone wants them” Harry said, handing you the bag. 

Gently placing your hand over your heart, you couldn’t help but ‘awe’ vocally at him. “Aren’t you just the sweetest? I’ll set them out, thank you!” taking the bag from him, you set them out on an open desk. 

Gemma elbowed Harry to get his attention, giving him a thumbs up, making him roll his eyes despite the smile on his face and the soft blush on his cheeks. 

You floated around the classroom talking with other parents, letting them become more acquainted with you and answer any questions they may have. Harry watched you, mesmerized by how easily you talked with the parents and eased any worries they had about their kids. You were a natural at this and it was clear to him how strong your passion was for teaching your class.

Feeling someone looking at you, your eyes scanned the room till they locked with Harry’s. He quickly looked away, and tried to pretend he was in the conversation Gemma was having with another Mom. Shaking your head and giggling, you made your way over to Arlo’s desk. 

“It’s so nice to see you two again. How are things going so far with Arlo?” you asked, now having both Gemma and Harry’s attention. 

“Well, they’re going. Mornings are hard for him and I.” Gemma said, glancing from Arlo to you. 

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m not much of a morning person either.” you sympathized. “You’re doing a great job though. He had some extra energy this morning so whatever you did differently made a big difference to his typically quiet attitude I see.” Harry puffed out his chest with pride while Gemma rolled her eyes. 

“That was all me.” Harry said proudly. 

You looked at him with an impressed expression, “Well bravo. I enjoyed his extra energy this morning. It was well needed to perk up the rest of the class. He had everyone ready to have fun today.” you praised. 

Harry’s heart swelled with pride, “Guess more sleepovers are in our future Bub.” Harry said to Arlo, making him bounce happily in his seat. 

You chuckled, moving your gaze from Arlo back to Harry and Gemma, “Did any of you have any questions for me?”. Gemma shook her head ‘no’ while you could sense Harry hesitating. 

“Um, would I be allowed to volunteer to help with field trips and school events?” he asked. 

You happily nodded, “Of course! We can always use more volunteers!” you exclaimed. “Whenever we have something planned there will always be a note sent home about it. Just reach out and let me know if you’re able to help.” you encouraged and he nodded. 

“I like those little honeycomb signs you have hanging by the board. I didn’t notice them last time.” Harry said, pointing to some of the encouraging phrases you had hung around the room in honeycomb clusters. 

The phrases he pointed to repeatedly gave examples of the power of the word ‘yet’. This doesn’t make sense YET. I do not understand this YET. I can’t do this YET. This does not work YET. I don’t know how YET. “Add the word yet to the end of your sentence and you can do anything you set your mind to.” Harry read aloud. 

You smiled, looking from the walk back to him, “I’m glad you like it. The way we speak to our kiddos can make a huge difference. A lot of the time it just takes a simple word to turn things around.” you said, not knowing how much that resonated with Harry and Gemma after the night they had with Arlo. You made it seem so effortless and easy to navigate. 

“Ms. Honey, you’re an answered prayer.” Gemma told you, trying to express how thankful she was without getting too personal. 

Looking down at the floor, you smiled bashfully before looking back up at them, “I’m always here to help if you need it.” you said, wanting to acknowledge the unspoken words between you both without directly saying anything. “It takes a village after all.” you pointed out, laughing as Harry threw his hands up. 

“See I told you!” he exclaimed to Gemma. 

“Shut up before I make you take him again tonight.” Gemma half threatened, smirking at Harry’s ruffle state. 

“Pft, fine. He likes my oatmeal better anyways. Ain’t that right Bub!” Harry said. 

Arlo nodded, giving a confident “Yes!” in response. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the interaction “I don’t blame you Arlo. Oatmeal is an awesome breakfast choice when made by the right person.” you said to him, looking over to Harry and giving him a wink. 

Harry blushed once again, feeling like a silly teenager doing all this innocent but playful flirting. “I’ll make sure he comes again tomorrow in an excited mood.” Harry said, ruffling Arlo’s hair. 

Smiling at him, you nodded, “I look forward to it.”

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[dark-night-star-light]

This was supposed to be a Talina post, but it turned into a fucking Talon backstory post instead. Whoopsie. It's long. Be warned.

Talon is Stetriolan. Naturally, this meant she joined the Conqueror army. But it's so much more than that.

Drina met her when they were seven. She was sneaking off during a royal procession in her honor (she was crown princess, which she was eventually knocked down from after she got bonding sickness) and Talon was there. Drina was intrigued because she'd never seen much of kids her own age besides Shane.

They stole food together. Drina had money, but who cares about that.

Talon's father had a spirit animal and the bonding sickness, and keeled over from it when Talon was ten years old.

Drina snuck out of the palace a lot to meet Talon, whose family was significantly poorer, and eventually started inviting her over. They grew up together, basically. Talon's family benefited a lot from her connection the the royal family.

Then Drina summoned Iskos, and it all went downhill. Screaming, crying, you name it, but the entire relationship went sideways. But Talon couldn't let go of her attachment to Drina.

Talon tried to teach Drina how to use a crossbow, but Drina was hopeless. Talon stopped trying to teach her when Drina almost shot the iconic Stetriolan throne.

Talon always saw Shane as an annoying younger brother, and treated him as such. She also taught him how to use a saber, and is the reason he's so good at it today.

Drina eventually begged Talon to join the Conqueror army, and Talon did it for Drina.

Yeah, Drina and Talon were kissing behind the scenes during the entire war, actually. This is canon, actually.

Talon became a double agent during the war. She pretended to join the Greencloaks after summoning her bird, claiming she bonded to it naturally. They believed her, and always seemed skittish around her, because bonding naturally meant they, the Greencloaks, the supposed protectors of Erdas, hadn't been able to protect her. Talon hated them, but pretend it was all fine and dandy.

She became friends with Keith. Who's Keith? Some guy. Shit fighter, he was. He eventually caught her sending letters via her bird to Drina. Fortunately for Talon, the letters were written in code, and they appeared to the layman as disgustingly over-the-top love letters.

Thus, Keith learns that Talon has a girlfriend. He is the biggest Talon-girlfriend shipper ever. Talon refuses to tell him who the girlfriend actually is, but lies and says she's Euran. Keith learns to make a shepherd's pie to impress the girlfriend for "when I finally meet her". He never does.

Talon is a trans girlie, by the way. In case you care.

Talon learns Drina got killed through Shane himself. He took it upon himself to tell her. He tells her that the sacrifice was worth it, and to come home for the final victory. It's through writing, so Talon can't decipher his tone.

Out of grief and rage, Talon recklessly tries to escape Greenhaven. Of course, she runs into Keith on the way out. He asks her where she's going, and she tries to knock him out. He's a better fighter now so he blocks her. She runs into the woods, but unfortunately Greenhaven's an island. That's not good for her.

She waits in the woods until Keith leaves, and hopes he doesn't hate her. But she has a feeling he already knows.

She sneaks onto a boat and eventually ends up back at Stetriol. Shane's there. They talk about Drina. It doesn't really help.

She sees Drina's dead body and now her entire purpose feels destroyed. Drina was the reason she joined the Conquerors and now she won't even be there to celebrate the final victory.

She tries to kill herself, but Gerathon herself stops her using the Bile-control. She thinks it's ironic that Gerathon killed Drina against her will but is keeping her alive against her will.

She sees Keith at the battle at the base of Muttering Rock. She feels nothing. He feels nothing. They fight like two soldiers on opposite sides, not two friends. But she can't help but notice that he doesn't make any truly dangerous moves against her. And she can't help but notice the same about herself.

The Conquerors lose. Talon doesn't care anymore. Shane does his best to keep her alive because he knows Drina would want him to. They eventually part ways.

. . . Until Shane hires her to the Redcloaks. She'd been noticing how her features were slowly warping, but she didn't take much notice. She just felt numb. Just nothingness.

Shane brings her back. Tells her that there's a new threat, and that they finally have a chance to redeem themselves. And that the real Drina, the Drina that existed before the bonding sickness and the Bile warped her beyond repair, would want them to. He begs her to do it for Drina. And he tells her about his conversation with Yumaris. She is the only one to know besides Anya, Yumaris, and Shane himself.

Shane didn't send her after Grif and Anuqi. She sent herself. Shane pretends to be annoyed, but in reality, he's glad she has some drive and is acting like her old self again.

She disrespects Shane in front of the other Redcloaks. A lot. She'll never see him as a leader, just as the annoying preteen that asked her what that painting in the palace was supposed to mean and flicked food at her across the table as a kid.

When she saw Keith on the mission with Grif and Anuqi, she knew that she had to make things up to him, and him personally.

After the mess with the Wyrm, she makes a journey to Greenhaven with Stead. Keith isn't there. So she travels to Amaya, where he's from, to meet him herself.

He has incredibly mixed feelings upon seeing her again. But he knows who the Redcloaks are, really. And he's wondered whether she'd be with them since he found out about them.

He's shocked at her transformation. Naturally.

Eventually they make up. They spar. He's better than ever.

When the Oathbound are hunting Greencloaks, Talon hides Keith with the Redcloaks. They almost find him, too. The irony in Keith pretending to be a Redcloak is not lost on either of them.

Once things settle down, Talon helps Keith find the two missing bond tokens in the sea near the Zhongese palace. Keith returns one and Talon returns the other, which symbolizes for how the Greencloaks and Redcloaks are really and truly working for the same side now.

[softly-potter]

talk

Summary: Struggling with adapting to their new life in Vaceuo, Ren finds a way to finally shut Nora up.

Pairing: Ren & Nira

Word Count: 1639

Warning: Angst, Infidelity

A/N: title lightly inspired by ‘Talk’ by beabadoobee

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“So… we’re okay?”

Ren’s face is stoney but he nods, jaw set and mouth unmoving. Nora frowns, her fingers tapping against the lip of her cup absently. Yet again, Ren is being impossible, and Nora feels her patience running thin.

“Why won’t you just talk to me?” Nora sighs, putting her chin into her hand. She’s positive she’s said this exact thing to him before, a similar argument causing her to lose her cool, and her patience. But that fight had ended in a blissful, long-time coming kiss. This fight seems to have a different underlying tone. There's a bitterness to it. A sense of resentment.

Ren says nothing, pressing his mouth into a hard line and Nora scowls, looking away. Casting his eyes down to his plate, Ren suddenly no longer feels hungry, and sets down his cutlery.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He says, standing. Nora gapes at him, but this does not detour his actions as he scoots from his chair, and turns his back.

When he's out of sight, Nora slams her fist onto the table, the action so hard the wood splinters beneath her weight. She feels like crying or screaming, but knows both will result in nothing better.

After taking a few more bites, Nora picks up her plate and returns it to the mess hall. She spots Velvet sitting beside Emerald, the girls deep in conversation, and she wishes she could get their opinion on the matter, but embarrassment and guilt talk her out of it. Alone, Nora swings her hammer over her shoulder as she walks, holding it carefully to avoid hitting others around her. As she enters their shared bedroom, Nora looks around for Ren, and when she finds it empty, she sighs heavily.

It had been her idea for them to try again a few weeks after arriving in Vacuo. After losing not only their team leader but the entirety of team RWBY, they needed each other more than ever, and for a while, it had been working. He had opened up to her, explained his fears and desires, and it made the future for them seem brighter. Months later, it had all back tracked. Food minimizing and work doubling caused them to reach new levels of exhaustion, their temperaments waned and patience thinned.

She can’t lie that she misses him, but she’s tired of all the uncertainty. After everything they had been through and survived, she just wants peace. Is that too much to ask for?

Setting her hammer by her bed, Nora slinks under the covers, leaving the nightstand lamp on for Ren to turn off when he comes to bed.

-

Eyes blurry, Nora lets out a yawn, raising her arms above her head and blinks in the sunlight. It isn't until she turns to her left side and finds the bed empty that she realizes it isn't the sunlight, but the electric blur of the lampshade bulb. She sits up with a start, looking around the bedroom but finds herself alone and leaps from the bed, hand immediately gravitating towards her hammer. Shoving the door open she practically sprints into the living room, headed for the front door but stops in her tracks when she spots Ren’s crumpled form curled into the sofa, fast asleep.

Nora blinks several times before her hand releases her weapon, the hammer thunking loudly onto the floor. Ren jolts awake, his black hair poking out at odd ends and his sleepy eyes trying to open.

“Are you shitting me?” Nora says, her voice lined with exasperation. Ren rubs at his face, leans on his palms as he swings his feet to the floor.

“What?” he asks bewilderedly and Nora feels her eyes grow wide as she lets out a hoarse laugh.

She tries to remember to breathe, to take slow inhales but she’s so alight with fury that she grinds her jaw and barks out, “You hate me so much you’d rather sleep on the couch than share a bed with me?”

Ren stiffens before he glares up at her. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn't have to!” Nora practically shrieks, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “You say so much, without ever having to say a word! Your silence speaks volumes, Ren.”

Standing, Ren towers a good two feet over her, and he stalks forward so that they’re nearly chest to chest. His light eyes search her face, raking over her frame before settling on her eyes.

“Do you ever think maybe you have too much to say?” He says quietly, and then his mouth is on hers, his hands on her waist. Nora yelps in surprise, her spine shivering as she goes to wrap her arms around his neck. Ren holds her to him, his hands balled into the fabric of her nightshirt, yanking her closer and she moans.

Practically hoisting her up, Ren grabs her around the middle before dropping her to the couch, her knees bouncing on the spongy fabric. He flips her around so that she faces the backrest of the couch and presses a hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her against it, her back arching. She feels him yank up her sleep shirt, exposing her panties to the cool night air.

A slap on her backside makes her yelp and Nora whirls her neck around to look at him. Ren’s mouth is set in a frustrated frown, his brows knitted as he tugs her panites down her pale thighs and spits in his hand. It’s nearly obscene, the way his salvia glistens on his fingers before it disappears between her thighs and rubs against her, making her dig her face into the backrest.

Nora presses her hips back, riding against his fingers, and lets out a guttural moan that breaks into a small scream when his opposite hand comes down on her ass cheek.

“Quiet.” he demands in a low voice and she tries to swallow her sounds. His hand disappears and she hears the movement of fabric before there's a prodding at her core, and she grinds her jaw as he presses in.

Ren groans, the sound working its way into Nora's chest before he begins a grueling pace. She barely has time to adjust and she scrambles to grip the couch, her body bouncing with every thrust.

“Always so busy, fucking talking,” Ren mutters, his grip on her hips bruising. “Instead of listening, living. Planning for the next thing, anticipating. When you could just take it, take me.”

He lifts a hand and smacks her again, harder, and her cheek stings but she keeps pushing against him, needs to feel him inside her and hear him say everything he’s always too scared to voice.

“Acting like, like you’re indispensable. Like you aren't everything to me,” Ren seethes, and the words sound so mean she almost doesn't realize they’re endearing. “Like I wouldn’t die for you.”

Hand in her hair, Ren yanks her head up, her back pressing into his chest and she gasps. His hips roll at a slightly slower pace but it doesn't release the hold that's threatening to break within her gut.

“It’s you and me, idiot, like always,” he whispers, his tone dropping an octave. “Think I'd give this up? This perfect pussy?”

Nora’s eyes roll at the filthy words, words that sound so unlike him she wonders why he hides his true nature. Biting into her neck, Ren licks at the skin. “I love you. Do you fucking hear me? I love you.”

Nails raking against her scalp Nora feels the coil in her abdomen snap and she moans loudly as she comes. Ren praises her through it, muttering raw words into her ear before he bites and kisses her neck. She lets out choked sounds, her senses exposed and open and her breasts bounce as he leans her back against the couch backrest, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

Pounding into her from behind, Ren sinks his teeth into his lower lip as he comes, his hips jerking unrhythmically. He lets out a strangled groan, digs his nails into her skin, not caring if it hurts because that's the only way she seems to truly understand things. Nora likes to talk, but when she was struck by lightning and the pain hit her, it granted her a silent understanding. He hopes this does something similar.

Energy spent, Nora sags against the fabric, whimpering when Ren pulls out. She collapses on her left side, her chest rising and falling quickly as he staggers back, his pants causing his movements to minimize.

“I’m not going to change,” Ren says quietly, shifting to pull up his pants. Nora turns more to her side, looking up at him. He squats before her, his face level with her eyes. “You shouldn't ask me to. I’ve never wanted you to be anything but what you are, even with all your stubbornness.”

“But I-” Nora tries, but Ren holds up a hand, silencing her.

“Let me finish,” he breathes, looking away for a moment. “I don’t want you to change but i don't expect you to stay the same. I know you’ll grow. And so will I, if you let me.”

Nora’s brows knit together and she nods slowly, blue eyes staring into pink ones. Ren gives her a small smile before leaning forward and kissing her nose, then her forehead. She feels sleepy and spent, exhaustion seeping into her limbs as she smiles up at him.

“Scoot over?” he asks quietly, and Nora shifts her hips, making space for him on the small couch. Ren slides in beside her, his arm slipping around her waist. They’re quiet for a moment, and Nora lets her eyelids flutter closed.

“Love you.'' Ren whispers into her hair, and she doesn't hesitate to say it back.

[bonebabbles]

Clear Sky Abuse Tally

IT'S THE "HIT" NEW GAME SHOW WHERE WE KEEP A RUNNING LIST OF EVERY TIME CLEAR SKY BATTERS RANDOM PEOPLE

I'm trying to think of how to keep this list... I don't want to be tallying every small thing, but I do want to track the important cases, as well as the lesser ones that people tend to forget.

Important note- I'm starting this list while reading First Battle so the details of the previous books (especially sun trail) will be more broad than later ones. This list isn't complete yet as I'm still re-reading.

Sun Trail:

Screamed at young Jagged Peak and consistently put him down through the Journey

Commanded his cats to enforce borders for no reason, getting several people injured

Broke up Jagged Peak's bonding with Gray Wing during his visit and got into a public fight with pregnant mate Storm, suggesting that he was already being controlling.

Threw Jagged Peak out of his group for becoming disabled

Watched Fox brutalize Gray Wing, doing nothing, until Gray Wing flailed out in self defense (blinded by his own blood leaking into his eyes) and killed him accidentally, at which time Clear Sky accused him of murder

Abandoned baby Thunder

Thunder Rising:

Continues to aggrieve the border with the moor cats

Humiliates Jagged Peak by calling him useless

Lies to Thunder that abandoning him "was a test" that he passed, so he's worthy of his love now

Makes no note about Moon Shadow as they leave, because he is severely burned and ergo no longer useful.

Emotionally manipulates Thunder by saying he can, "stay with the kits" if he doesn't leave with them immediately, preventing him from properly saying goodbye to his adopted family

Brings him to a bunch of charred, unsafe trees to force him to leap around, shouting when he's too cautious and also when he is too fast. This is a manipulation tactic called a Double Bind.

Started expanding borders in spite of having enough food, as the fire didn't reach as far as camp and didn't burn the whole forest.

Slaughtered Misty, who was defending her kits

Suggested killing the kits too

Beat Bumble to death and acted offended that Gray Wing didn't start parroting his fantastic lie

Became so offended that Thunder tried to talk to him about the borders that he constructed a test of loyalty using Frost's life (warning: medical gore)

Publicly humiliated Frost by making him flash his weeping wound at the entire Clan

Exiled him, saying that Frost was 'endangering' the Clan with his weakness

Told the teenage Thunder to bring him away from the territory, "where the maggots can find him," knowing that Thunder wouldn't want to be responsible for the death of a Clanmate

When he refused, he shoved his face into the festering, reeking wound and told him to "lick it clean if he cares so much"

Pushed Thunder in front of a fox that suddenly attacked camp

The First Battle:

Called Falling Feather for a chat alone after overhearing her goodbye to Thunder, and then slashed her face when she called him greedy

Publicly humiliates her, 'feeling pleased' at seeing the guilt in her eyes, and announces she must be punished for displaying disloyalty. “Any cat may give Falling Feather orders. Any cat may take her prey if they wish. She is lower than a snake until she has earned our trust again.”

Brings the orphaned kits, Birch and Alder, out on a training session and forces them to run as fast as him, shaming them when the kittens can't keep up

Smacks Alder when she is uncomfortable about Clear Sky forcing her to do a surprise ambush on Birch

Leaves Birch alone in the woods where the kitten is attacked by a dog

Overhunts to the point of there being several piles of meat, about to spoil

Takes a hostage, Jackdaw's Cry, and starves him for 3 days. "Cats take months to starve, I've seen it in the mountains. Dumb moor cats, always wanting more than they deserve."

Lies that he would keep him safe and fed.

Forces his cats to train with claws out, leaving them collectively bloody and bruised

Does not allow cats to choose their own food, flinging carcasses at them so that they only eat when he allows it.

Tells son Thunder that he shouldn't exist before commanding his cats to attack him

Starts the First Battle over Jackdaw's Cry catching a bat "on his land" after starving him, ending what was supposed to be a peaceful negotiation

When the negotiation patrol jumps up onto a rock he makes it known the intention is murder, “That’s right,” he hissed, “Stay up here and watch your friends die.”

Murders Rainswept Flower when she hadn't attacked him, offended that she called him greedy, boasting that if he hadn't killed her then some other cat would have.

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

Alan Wake 2: Lyric attribution and breakdown of the song "evermore" (by Taylor Swift, ft. Bon Iver) and how it pertains to Alan and Alice's marriage

I was just listening to this song after I finished watching a playthrough of Alan Wake 2 and almost every line was like a gut punch when considering their circumstances. It just perfectly encapsulates their relationship and the feelings of grief and hope they both have of getting back to each other somehow. Ugh, just beautiful. I think someone needs to make an edit of Alan Wake 2 using this song (I would but I have no idea how).

Anyway, I'll put the lyrics and my breakdown under the cut so you can think of Alan and Alice and see what I mean (spoilers ahead so be warned):

Gray November I've been down since July Motion capture Put me in a bad light I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone Trying to find the one where I went wrong Writing letters Addressed to the fire

I mean, if this verse doesn't just scream Alan going through the loop (spiral) in the Dark Place, I don't know what does. Even the part where he gets blinded by the flash of Alice's camera in Parliament Tower makes sense here with the third and fourth lines. And even the last two lines make sense with him writing and destroying and rewriting his works to find an out.

And I was catching my breath Staring out an open window Catching my death And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar That this pain would be for Evermore

This part reminds me of that one video of Alice where she describes seeing a little girl losing her balloon out of her window and how that little girl was crying like she lost her whole world and Alice felt like she had too.

Hey December Guess I'm feeling unmoored Can't remember What I used to fight for I rewind the tape but all it does is pause On the very moment all was lost Sending signals To be double crossed

Alan again. The first part is more obvious, as he completely lost his way in the Dark Place and planned to stop writing altogether and just gave up. The second half works with all those videos you find on the scattered TVs in the Dark Place where he sees himself having a mental breakdown in the writer's room.

And I was catching my breath Barefoot in the wildest winter Catching my death And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar That this pain would be for Evermore (Evermore)

No specific scene, but definitely reminds me of Alan having to suffer through the dangers of the Dark Place.

Can't not think of all the cost And the things that will be lost Oh, can we just get a pause? To be certain we'll be tall again Whether weather be the frost Or the violence of the dog days I'm on waves, out being tossed Is there a line that I could just go cross?

Alan again, lost on the lake that isn't a lake, but an ocean, trying so hard to find his way to shore. The last line can be a double meaning; Alan must write the perfect line to create a happy ending, or find the right line to cross to remember what needs to be written in order to escape.

And when I was shipwrecked (can't think of all the cost) I thought of you (all the things that will be lost now) In the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?) I dreamed of you (to be certain we'll be tall again) (If you think of all the costs) It was real enough (whether weather be the frost) To get me through (or the violence of the dog days) (Out on waves being tossed) But I swear (is there a line that we could just go cross?) You were there

I think this section of the bridge can be from both Alice and Alan's perspectives. Alice is figuratively shipwrecked due to her grief, Alan a bit more literally considering he's technically at the bottom of a lake. Alan is seeing glimpses of Alice in the Dark Place, and is using his desire to protect her and get back to her to push him into trying to escape again. Alice is using her art to reach through the void to lead Alan in the right direction.

(Edit: Alice also jumping into the Dark Place to help Alan also fits this part of the song.)

And I was catching my breath Floors of a cabin creaking under my step And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar This pain wouldn't be for Evermore Evermore (evermore) Evermore This pain wouldn't be for evermore (evermore) Evermore

The first part of the last chorus is definitely Alan stuck in the writer's room, specifically after he was "killed" by the bullet of light and brought back to life. The second part is both of them, their hope making them realize that it will all be okay in the end. This loss is impermanent. The pain won't last. They will see each other again.

Anyway, this was just my silly thoughts about my current favorite video game. Their relationship is so tragically beautiful to me. Hope you enjoyed me overthinking about a song lol.

[dire-kumori]

I'm glad you liked my last idea- I had another idea (I am also very scattered brained and just come up with like 16 new ideas for random au I find on the internet) We're after like I'm gonna say 80 time loops where Michael is like fully devolved into the reaper He decides not just to kill his younger self this time... He only plans on doing it once just one little piece of revenge.. And he knows it will hurt his younger self too so it's like a double win...

Basically he sneaks into the Afton house at night and kidnaps Elizabeth.. Then he takes her to wear sister location would be built.. He knows that Michael saw him and is probably going to follow him in an attempt to save Elizabeth he's planning on it.... Elizabeth is like freaking out and reaper Mike Is trying to justify... Hes got her tied up to a tree and everything

Reaper Michael: I know it's my fault you became that thing.. If I had watched if I had come sooner I could have saved you.. *Touches her hair Elizabeth squirms away*

Elizabeth: When my dad and brothers find you they're gonna make you pay you're a bad man!! (She is trying really hard to act brave but she is terrified)

Reaper Michael: I know.. cause I care about Elizabeth.. I've always cared about you're my little sister for God damn sake... And I know that somewhere in that horrible twisted mass of metal and plastic you cared about me too.. But you still killed me you wore me like some kind of dress up..

*Elizabeth suddenly realized that this thing somehow is Michael screams and wiggles against her restraints. Younger Michael hears it and rides his bike towards the scream*

Ripper Michael: I honestly should thank you Elizabeth you showed me that no matter how much I tried to hide it all I am is a dirty rotten creature and all I can do is hurt people... But you still killed me and it hurt so so much.. And one death won't mean anything in the greater scheme.. (Man has gone full monster He knows what hes doing is terrible and hes not actually helping anyone it's more just cathartis)

*Elizabeth not really understanding what he means by everything... But understanding that somehow she did this to him.. She is so terrified she wants to just start crying there not only because of the monster in front of her but because this monster is her brother and she made him like this for some reason...*

Elizabeth: What happened to you Michael? what did I do what's going on? I'm so sorry?

Reaper Michael: That's what I said to you... *Michael thinks back to the scooping room* Want to know what you said?

*Younger Michael is in the clearing with a baseball bat*

Reaper Michael: The scooper only hurts for a second.. (Quickly kills Elizabeth I don't know how he just does-)

Then he probably makes a quick work of Younger Michael before it starts all over again..

Sorry I couldn't stop thinking about this since you said earlier hes only doing This to deal with his own feelings of self-hatred. It's kind of Marinate in it.. I thought it would be interesting if in one loop he kills Elizabeth It's like hes gone fully off of the deep end at this point and doesn't really have a way to justify what hes doing anymore- And even though he does blame himself for what happened to Elizabeth he still hates that she did it to him.. Sorry for how long this ISL OLI hope you like it!!

This is pure evil and I am absolutely living for it!

Reaper Mike has fully gone off the deep end if he's outright willing to kill his little sister. He knows that she isn't the one who killed him, but can't completely erase the pain and terror he felt when he was down there alone in the scooping room. And as a ghost possessing his own derelict corpse, those emotions he felt at the moment of his death never dull. Circus Baby and Ennard are gone but the human soul who controlled them is right there, so weak and vulnerable, unable to fight back, and it's not like it will stick, right? One he slaughters the young version of himself time will be reset and she'll be fine. It's just once, a brief momentary release...

William would be proud of how alike they are in that moment.

(Bit of gore talk ahead; par for the course with a lot of my writing but if it's upsetting to you, skip over to 'He knew.')

And young Mike is utterly broken at the sight of his sister's corpse, drenched in blood with her belly slit open, intestines hanging down to the ground with her face frozen in an agonized scream for help that never came. He knew that something dangerous was coming. He knew his family was in danger but selfishly, he only thought about saving his own skin. Why didn't he try to warn anyone? Why didn't he try harder to protect his siblings? It's his fault Elizabeth's dead, and in the face of how utterly he's failed is sister, he doesn't even put up a fight when the Reaper comes for him next.

Whether or not anyone else aside from Michael remembers any of the loops depends entirely on the author. But let's say in this case Elizabeth does remember some of it, if only as a bad dream. The next morning Elizabeth reacts to the sight of Michael with a mix of guilt and horror and actually vomits at the sight of him.

[eternally-divine]

I decided to post the next chapter of CASTOR: The Beginning. Go find it on Wattpad 😍⁉️

(P.s. if I decide to post it all here, like if you want to be tagged and ill gladly do so)

Warning: There is violence in this chapter!

! 15 years later !

Keith drops a glass of water when he hears it, a high pitched scream from the nearby fields in which young men were being trained to be the next generation of soldiers. He rushes out of the central command tent and parts the crowd to find the source. Fear something had happened to Catarina fills him as he does so. When he gets there he sees Catarina, half of her face was bleeding. She seemed to disregard the pain entirely, more focused on keeping her sparring partner, who had told her just before that, "This is why women don't fight," in a suffocating headlock.

"Catarina. Knock it off." He sighs as he speaks, this is nothing new for his daughter. "Whatever he did I will handle it." The infuriated teenager gets off the boy, who was still screeching, with a huff. The boy wipes his tears and runs off through the crowd to try and save his ego and reputation. "All of you, clear out, you have work to do." Keith waves them off.

"I had it handled!" Catarina spits. Immediately after, her adrenaline fades and the feeling of the wound over her face kicks in. She clutches it and doubles over in pain.

"Is this what handled looks like?" Keith throws her over his shoulder and brings her inside to tend her wound. "What happened?" He asks as he sits her on the table and pulls out his first aid kit. She'd been getting hurt since she could walk, he learned very fast how to tend wounds such as his.

"That conniving little bitch hit me on purpose!" Keith gives her a look for her language and she smiles with guilt.

"Are you certain of it, or did he just catch you off guard?" He takes a damp towel to her face to wipe as much of the blood as he can, Catarina promptly starts crying. The wound didn't seem horrible, there has definitely been worse wounds coming out of training, but she'd need stitches. The large gash stretched from above her eyebrow to just between her ear and cheekbone, her eye was unsalvageable.

"It was calculated. I watched him do it. It was like time slowed." She pauses to wince and grab at Keith's wrist, "It hurts."

"I know sweetheart. Just let me finish this. It needs stitches." He is focused, her hand leaves his wrist to allow him to continue. He hands her a strip of leather to bite down on as he patches up her face. It takes 10 minutes at most. Afterwards she sits on the table still, crying slightly still. Keith finishes bandaging it, some blood still seeps through.

"When can I take this off?" She tilts her head slightly. "I want to look less like i just rolled out of a war as soon as possible."

Keith doesn't say anything. Catarina's other eye widens in realization.

"You're joking. Father, please tell me you're joking."

"Your eye won't go back to how it was, he cut it damn well in half. I'm sorry, Cat." He places his hand on her shoulder and rubs it with his thumb. The action is disregarded entirely when she practically throws herself off of the table to bury her face in his shoulder and sob to her hearts content.

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It was later that night, the sun had set and everyone was settling down, everyone but me. I was angry. I used to be the prettiest girl for miles- namely because I probably wasn't inbred. That jackass took that away from me. I drop from my bunk and grab my carving knife from my side table. I'd left my window cracked before dinner for this reason alone, the creaking of it at this hour would immediately alert Father, I slip out of it and make my way back into the field. I knew where that rat bastard was sleeping, he'd been tormenting me since he got here. I handed his ass to him a few times, and him me, but he'd crossed the line. 'I'm just going to give him a little scare and a matching scar, then he'll learn not to fuck with me and we will go about our ways.'

I could hear them speaking, Emrys and his tent mates, he mentioned going out to grab some water from the river. 'Perfect.' I follow him there and let him grab his water. As he turns to leave I accidentally step on a twig, it snaps and draws his attention to me. In that moment something clicked, something almost animalistic in me, I don't understand it.

I stun myself with how silently I move, managing to get myself behind him as he peers into the woods where I had just been standing moments prior. I sneak up behind him and deck his ankle, he falls to the ground and immediately puts himself on his back to see what just knocked him down.

"Real funny, Catarina. I.. I'm sorry about your face. I didn't mean to dig that deep." He says, but the way he looks at me with fear when he sees the knife, it entertains me, "Wait, Cat- what are you-" His words are cut of by the the knife being thrown, the strength at which I threw it left it stuck to the hilt through his eye. That doesn't stop me. Nothing will. His screams egg me on. I pull it out and keep going, stabbing, cutting, watching the life leave his eyes and listening to his screams die out until I'm pulled off of him by someone I hadn't sensed.

"CATARINA. CATARINA STOP!" Keith screams as he pulls me off the poor boy. I push myself out of his grip and stand near the river. He looks at me in horror.

*************

Keith looks her over, her arms and face covered in blood, it stains her clothes, her eyes are what draw the most attention. They're solid yellow and glow softly for just a moment, it fades shortly after he notices.

**************

Everything feels different suddenly, I look down at myself, bloodstained and armed with my carving knife. I glance at Emrys, his skull was crushed in. He died almost immediately. I drop the knife and stare in horror at what I'd done. Taking a step backwards and feeling the rivers water at my feet.

"What...What have I done?" I raised a hand to my mouth.

"YOU CAN'T JUST KILL PEOPLE WHO MAKE YOU UPSET CATARINA! HE'S DEAD! BECAUSE OF YOU!" This is the first time I can remember my father truly yelling at me with anger, tears fill my eyes and I take off. I run back to my room and slam the door so hard the hinges rattle. Immediately breaking down into tears, 'I did that? And I enjoyed it? That wasn't what I was planning to do- just a harmless scratch! That he'd probably be proud of! Not...that.'

I change out of the bloodied clothing and force myself into bed, 'Maybe it will sort itself out by morning?' I hope, despite knowing deep down this will haunt me forever.

[unmeisenshi]

“Eugh… sure are a lot of bugs.”

Ann continued swatting away various mosquitoes and moths, while Louis trekked ahead. He looked back at the Charmeleon and chuckled.

“Well, your flame is attracting the bugs. You’ll just have to deal with it for right now. At least once we get our home back, you won’t have to deal with it.”

Ann sighed. “Assuming we even can. LaPlante might just kill all of us.”

“No need to be such a negative Nancy, Ann. If she does, at least we’ll die trying. But we have to get Flora back. If we don’t… Gods help us.”

Ann remained silent as she continued to walk. “I know… It’s just hard to think of a way that we win this. I mean… If LaPlante can kill two of our gods, take their powers, then overpower even Arceus… What chance do we have?"

Louis sighed. “You just have to have a little faith. And remember what it is you’re fighting to protect. Us, your family. Your home. Both Uncle Solaris and your other Dad.”

“We aren't real family, Louis. We aren't related by blood.”

Louis looked back at Ann for a moment, almost glaring at her before he sighed and continued to walk. The Charmeleon slowed her pace down and remained silent for a few moments, clearly thinking about Solaris and Karie. She slowed down to the point she had to run to catch back up to the Marowak. “How close are we?”

The Marowak pulled out a map, looking it over for a few moments. “We should be close by…” He looked up from the map, scanning the area. "Damn... Too dark. Ann, can you brighten your flame a bit?"

The Charmeleon nodded, and brightened the blue flame on her tail. She walked forward a few steps, which gave Louis the light he needed to see a distant tree. “There!”

The pair ran up to said tree, double checking the plant to make sure they have the right one. “This is it. Let’s grab what we can.” Louis said, already grabbing a handful and stuffing it into his bag. Ann began to do much the same, grabbing what she could.

In a nearby tree, a Lucario watched from above. They looked over to another Lucario, who nodded back. Then, with a shrill cry, the two Lucario jumped down, both tackling Louis and Ann and pinning them down.

“Shit!” Louis shouted, attempting to fight off the Lucario to little avail. The Lucario head-butted Louis hard, sending his own head into the ground and knocking him out. Ann saw Louis being knocked out, and saw the Lucario on top of her going for their own headbutt. Knowing she was outclassed, she let out as loud of a scream as she could before she too was knocked unconscious.

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Enrique continued to watch down the path Louis and Ann walked down, waiting for their safe return to the camp. The Quaquaval’s eyes perked up as he heard a shout. It sounded nothing like the shouts he was used to. Which meant…

“The kids…!” He said. “Björk!”

A Dragonite flew towards him, landing a few feet behind Enrique. “What’s up?”

“I need you to watch over the camp, amiga. I have to pay the Blue Öyster Cult a visit.”

“Got it. But… Why them specifically?”

Enrique sighed. “I just sent those kids into their territory, and they think they’re fair game. I have to go speak to them.”

Björk nodded. “Understood. Before you go, the Umbreon woke up, and is walking about.”

“Okay. Tell her nothing about this. She’ll get worried and may try to take off. Don’t let her.”

Björk and Enrique both nodded at each other before going their separate ways.

[rvllybllply2014]

I love you but you can’t speak. I need to prove to myself that it was the alcohol and that it’s not me. But also if you speak then you must’ve said something to piss me off. If you speak I’ll fucking hit you, bash your face in. I swear to god you better not speak, this all said while he’s punching my car trying to trigger the air bag. Don’t you dare speak I just lost a real one tonight. Again while punching my car. I love you to death but I will kill you, still trapped in the car. This was because I sent him the video of him saying that he was going to bash my teeth out and blocked him. I unblocked him because I thought he would’ve stayed sober with his mom hating him when he drinks.

We go to get food and he keeps grabbing onto my bruises. He calls me a cry baby while also trying to invalidate my pain by saying it doesn’t hurt. We’re almost to a place to get food and I’m trying to figure out if he ate yet. He had said earlier that he had but I double check. He now says he hasn’t so he again grabs my bruises and tries to bite me while saying he wants to eat me. I fight him off and he calms down when the light turns green. But he does say that he still wants to eat me.

He grabs my face while asking why I’m doing this. This being grabbing my food to eat somewhere else. He slaps my face after I make eye contact and tell him to stop leave me alone.

Then I get called some character from a tv show and how he loves her so much but she betrayed the main character and she needed to die. She escaped but in the end she was killed. Said as I was leaving the area he was in.

Hours later I’m so fucking tired, my stomach is in knots but I can’t go to bed with him. He’s screaming at the top of his lungs and honestly I think he’ll hurt me again.