#even if you just want to scream at us and tell us what we did wrong please do. we've been wondering

[gaytamorfosi]

Cesare’s Lesson

🇬🇧 ("La lezione di Cesare" Versione Inglese)

It was definitely strange to see Cesare on my bed. To be honest, it was already strange to see him outside the gym.

That’s where we met — among weights and barbells — and despite the age difference, we became somewhat friends. Cesare is one of those guys who always needs to be the center of attention: vain to the core, he checks himself out in the mirror more than anyone else in the weight room. He’s convinced he’s irresistible, and he acts like the entire world is supposed to agree.

A few days ago, he messaged me asking for help editing some photos in Photoshop. Harmless enough, or so it seemed. I invited him over and brought him into my bedroom, where I keep my desktop computer.

I definitely didn’t expect the evening to take the turn it did.

As soon as he sat down, Cesare admitted that the photo excuse was just a cover: he wanted to see me, plain and simple. He said he was into me, that there was some kind of tension between us... and then he did something that left me speechless. Sitting on the bed, he started flexing his muscles right in front of me, like I was judging a bodybuilding competition. He struck a pose, flashing that smug grin that screamed “I know you want me,” and that dumb expression he thought was his secret weapon.

And I thought: Does he really believe I’d fall at his feet after this low-budget softcore setup he clearly planned?

I had two options. I could tell him, plainly, that I’m into a completely different kind of guy — younger, less full of himself — or… I could have a little fun and spice things up with a tiny spell.

I chose the second option.

The magic was simple, and the effect was instant. Right before my eyes, vain Cesare began to change: his bulky frame shrank within seconds, muscles deflating like balloons, his squared jaw softened, and his features morphed into those of a much younger guy, with a fresh face and soft hair. His eyes, now wide and clear, looked at me with a mix of surprise and shyness.

Finally — exactly the kind of presence I actually wanted on my bed.

And now, my dear, I thought with a satisfied smirk, you’re going to get exactly what you came for… just not in the way you imagined.

[wordsofwhimsy]

𝓘 𝓛𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒮𝑜

Pairing: Sinister!Mark Grayson x f!Reader

Warnings: Oh lord, where do I start… I don’t like saying non-con ‘cause that’s gross but… I mean, it’s Sinister, it’s kinda always that way with him isn’t it? Abuse (physical & emotional), reader’s held captive, cannibalistic implications

Tags: Yandere!Mark, Mark’s bipolar as hell, this is post-wasteland in an AU where he made it out alive

Word Count: 1,326 

Synopsis: Mark LOVES you – he swears he does. You just don’t understand it – you used to though. That’s okay. He’ll make you feel good – even if it’s through restraint and little bit of pain.

Inspiration: ‘Breezeblocks’ by Alt-J

a/n: this shit is sooo dark & twisted please ONLY READ if you’re really ‘bout that FUCKED UP SINISTER life 😩😮‍💨 i had to put that extra mature filter on this bihh just for safe measure phew

He doesn’t mean to hurt you.

That’s what he tells himself when your voice is hoarse from screaming, wrists raw from the restraints, and you won’t even look at him anymore.

“You keep trying to leave me,” Mark whispers, crouched by your side like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he blinks. “You keep trying to ruin what we have. Why would you do that? Why would you do that to me?”

You don’t answer.

You’re curled into yourself—barefoot, bruised, trembling. The first few days, you fought. Viciously. Now? You just wait. Watch. Plot with your silence.

He hates it.

“Say something,” he breathes, hand twitching. “Please. I brought you dinner. I brought you your favorite, remember? You used to love when I cooked for you.”

You stare at the wall. Don’t move.

He swallows thickly. Then slams the tray of food into the wall hard enough to shatter the plate.

“You loved me,” he says, voice shaking with something ugly. “You used to smile when you saw me. You’d run out to meet me like you couldn’t wait to touch me—now you act like I’m the monster.”

He crouches lower, tilting his head, eyes wide and red-rimmed.

“I’m not the monster. You made me this way. You broke me.”

Your voice is quiet. Brittle. “I didn’t break you, Mark. You were always fucked up.”

That earns a dark laugh. He licks his bottom lip and leans forward, touching his forehead to yours. You flinch, but he doesn’t move.

“I’m gonna fix us, baby. I promise.”

“We're not—” Your voice trembles. “You’re not fixable.”

His grip tightens in your hair.

“Then I’ll keep you broken with me.”

—

You don’t scream anymore. That’s what kills him most.

You just whimper, low and bitter, when he yanks your ankle and drags you across the floor like some ragdoll he paid for. Skin scraped. Hair tangled. And that damn shirt slipping off your shoulder again—his shirt. The one he left folded on the end of the bed to remind you you’re his.

You didn’t wear it by choice. But he still stares like it means something.

“Every time you pull away,” he growls, slamming you down onto the mattress, “you make it worse for yourself.”

Your chest heaves. You’re breathless, not even resisting as he forces you down, wrists pinned, thighs spread. Your lip’s split from earlier. He kissed it before. Then did it again.

“You want to act like you don’t feel this,” he hisses, rutting his hips between your legs. “You want to pretend you don’t drip for me. But I know you. I know your body better than you do.”

“Fuck you,” you spit, eyes wild.

His grip tightens. And for a second—just a second—he looks devastated.

“You will.”

Then he slams into you with no warning, no mercy, and your cry cracks the air like thunder. In truth, it's somewhere between fury and pleasure.

He fucks you like he’s angry. Like you betrayed him. Like you belong to him and you’re being ungrateful for not crawling into his lap and thanking him for keeping you alive. The mattress creaks. The headboard slams against the wall. You bite your lip so hard it bleeds.

Still, his voice is tender—sweet, even—as he leans down to brush your hair from your face mid-thrust.

“You’re so pretty when you cry.”

He kisses you. Gently. Tender as a lullaby.

Then flips you over and shoves your face into the pillow.

You’re choking on gasps now, wrists straining where he’s tied them above your head. His pace is brutal, hips slapping against your ass with unforgiving rhythm. And all the while, he’s panting against your ear, whispering promises like a lover—not a captor.

“I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to be scared. You never have to leave again. I’ll kill anyone for you.”

You jerk beneath him, thighs trembling, and he feels it—feels you tightening around him like your body’s betraying you.

“Oh, baby,” he coos, licking a tear from your cheek. “There she is.”

He pulls out just long enough to flip you again, dragging you down the bed by the hips so you’re looking at him. Your lips are swollen. Your eyes—glassy, fucked-out, furious.

“Look at you,” he breathes. “So perfect.”

Then he sinks back in, slow and deep this time, watching you squirm. One of his hands slips between your legs—just to feel how soaked you are. How ruined.

“Say it,” he murmurs, not even angry now. “Say you’re mine and I’ll let you come.”

You glare at him. Bloody lip. Heat in your eyes.

“I hate you.”

He smiles, tender.

“I know.”

And he makes you come anyway.

—

The room is quiet now.

Your wrists are raw where the restraints rubbed your skin. Your thighs still tremble from the way he took you—again and again until you couldn’t see anything but white.

You lie still. Breathing slow. Not asleep. Just… tired.

And then he’s there.

Curled into your chest like a child—like the monster never existed. His face presses into your collarbone, arms looped tight around your waist, breathing like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. He’s warm. Heavy. Almost peaceful.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much.”

Your hand twitches. But you don’t move it. Don’t touch him. That’s enough to make his breath hitch.

“You’re not saying it back.”

Silence.

He exhales shakily, rubbing his cheek against your sternum like he’s trying to burrow inside you. “Please don’t leave me. Please, baby. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.”

Still, nothing.

And that’s when the switch flips.

It’s not sudden. It never is. It creeps in quiet—like the cold. Like the memory of what he did there.

He lifts his head. Eyes distant. Wet. Wide.

“I was alone for so long.”

You feel yourself grow tense.

“They left me in that world. I didn’t eat for weeks. My powers were fading. I—I started seeing things. Voices. My own reflection talking back to me.” He laughs softly. “But I lived. I won. Do you know how?”

His mouth curls—not cruel, not angry. Reverent.

“I killed the others. All the other versions of me. I—I ate them.”

You don't say anything, every muscle frozen.

“I didn’t want to.” His voice trembles. “But I was starving. I loved them. They were me. But I love you more.”

You try to move. Just a little—just a shift.

His grip tightens violently.

“Don’t go,” he says. Then louder. “Don’t go.”

He’s shaking now. Trembling all over. His hands fist the sheets beside you like he doesn’t trust himself not to crush you if he touches you again.

“I’ll eat you whole if I have to,” he breathes, staring into your eyes with something too wild to name. “I’ll keep you inside me forever. I’ll love you so much it hurts.”

Tears slip down his cheeks.

“You’re the only thing that ever tasted like home.”

[imtryingbuck]

Nightmares

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky starts to feel guilty for keeping you up at night with his nightmares, you reassure him that it’s okay.

Word count: 1,134

Warnings: fluff. angst. Bucky has nightmares.

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He couldn’t help it, you knew that and tried to reassure him when it happened last time but he wouldn’t stop apologising and trying to sleep on the floor just so you could get a good nights sleep, which just ended up with you getting on the floor with him.

It happened again tonight, you was just about to be chomped on by a zombie when you was startled awake by a scream that you’ve heard many times before.

“Buck. Bucky wake up!” You knew better then to put your hands on him to nudge him awake, last time you did that it ended with your arm being twisted painfully behind you and spending the remaining of the night reassuring Bucky that you was okay, that he hadn’t hurt you.

“You’re okay, you’re safe” you repeated, running your fingers through his hair when he finally wakes. Harsh pants leaving his lips as he gasped for air, his eyes frantically looking around the room to try and find the danger, his left arm resting on your thighs protectively.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/n I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay, I’ve told you-“

“B-but you was asleep”

“I was about to be bit by a zombie so”

“What?”

“Yeah… anyway want to talk about what happened?”

“No” he moves so he could lay his head on your thigh, making you giggle softly when he taps your hand that’s on his head, letting out a whine when you don’t comply with his unspoken question then hums in content when you carry on running your fingers through his soft hair. “Just want to stay like this”

“Okay. Hey did I tell you that I beat Sam today when we trained together?”

“No…”

“He was being cocky in front of the new agents and I put him flat on his arse”

“That’s my girl!” Bucky beamed, lifting his right hand from your calve so you could high five him.

“It’s what he deserved trying to show up for the newbies” you laughed.

“I-I couldn’t get you out” he says quietly, his hand squeezing lightly around your ankle. “You were there… with me in that base and-and I couldn’t get you out. I let you down doll, I’m so sorry”

“Buck I’m here, I’m here with you, safe and protected here at the tower with our friends around us who wouldn’t let anyone hurt us, I’m safe here with you. You have never let me down. It was just a nightmare Bucky, I promise”

“I… I kept running out of time baby”

“It was a nightmare, in real life I know you’d always come for me”

“I’m sorry”

“For what?”

“For always waking you up, I don’t mean too”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t mind, I would happily stay awake all night with you if you asked me too. Please don’t think you have to suffer through the nightmares alone Buck because you don’t, I’m here always”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

Although he was still awake and no longer tossing and turning in his sleep, he was still sweating. “Buck? Want to have a bath with me?”

“It-it’s late?”

“So? Come on, I’ll run us a nice hot bath-“

“Lavender bubbles?” He perks up with a shy smile on his lips.

“With lavender bubbles”

Bucky got up out of the bed and held his hand out for you to take, he always loves having baths and showers with you - always calms him down after a bad day or nightmare. He holds your hand as you put the plug in and turn on the taps, helps you undo the bottle lid to pour a good amount of lavender bath bubbles, even holding your hand as you go and get towels for you both.

Testing the temperature to make sure it wasn’t too hot for you both, Bucky took his boxers off as you removed your his shirt. You keep ahold of his hand as he got in the bathtub first just as you were about to get in you notice that his whole body tenses, saying his name he begins to whimper and grip the side of the tub, ocean blue eyes beginning to frantically move around the bathroom.

“Bucky, baby you’re okay, you’re fine! Baby look at me hey handsome, you’re okay I promise” you lean down to kiss his hands that are still gripping the basin, bringing your own hands up slowly so he knows that you weren’t going to hurt him you slide your hands down his chest to his stomach - knowing that it helps him to calm down. You kept whispering words of love and encouragement to him. “Buck, listen to your heartbeat try and calm it down, good you’re doing so good baby. Now try and match your breathing with mine, can you do that for me?” He nods, his hands finally letting go off the side of the tub moving to hold yours.

“I-I’m so sorry doll, I’m so so-“

“Why are you apologising?”

“Because I’m not normal, I’m not a normal boyfriend for you an-and I don’t know why you put up with me”

“You are normal Bucky. Don’t ever say that again, I mean it. Your a perfect boyfriend who I love more than anything in this world, I put up with you because you put up with my crazy arse, I put up with you because we are a team, your my family Bucky. And I will always love you the way you are.”

“I love you. I love you so much” he told you and then helped you get in the tub with him, you shook your head and told him to move forward he tilted his head to the side but complied.

Getting in behind him, his body relaxed as he leans back. As you ran your fingers through his short hair he drew invisible shapes on your thigh. “I’m sorry I panicked, it’s just that in my nightmare you was drowning an-and I couldn’t save you” his whispered words cause your heart to ache even more.

“I’m okay Buck, I’m here with you”

“I know, I just panicked that’s all”

“It’s okay. Want me to wash your hair for you?”

“No, just want you to hold me”

And you did. You held him until the water went cold.

The alarm clock read 5:37am by the time you both got back into bed, Bucky clinging on to you like a lifeline whilst resting his head on your chest sleep overtaking him.

“Buck, would you still love me if I was a zombie?”

Closing your eyes with a smile on your face as Bucky chuckles softly, saying “Yes, I’d still love you if you were a zombie”

“Good, that’s good.”

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[effietrinket1619]

lanternfam tiktok chaos

So, by this point, everyone knows Hal has an ex that he's on frankly horrible terms with. but-

the video opens with Kyle and Hal in a legit screaming match, Jess is clearly filming from around the corner, and-

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MARRIED HIM TWENTY-THREE TIMES?"

"WE WEREN'T LEGALLY MARRIED IN THOSE CORNERS, OKAY? IF I WANTED TO GET MARRIED ON MY HOME TURF, AND THEN HIS OLD STOMPING GROUNDS, AND THEN EVERYWHERE ELSE WE HAPPENED TO VISIT-"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DATED HIS DAUGHTER, KYLE."

"TWENTY-THREE TIMES, HAL!"

"AND TWICE TO JOHN, BUT YOU DON'T SEE ME BRINGING THAT ONE UP EVERY OTHER TUESDAY!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU AND JOHN GOT MARRIED?"

Jess ducks behind the corner again. there is never an explanation for this. ever.

i am HOWLING over this

The visuals focused while the audio bled in slowly, the cadence of a heated argument clear even if the words were anything but. Jess was giggling behind the camera as the debate reached new heights.

"--twenty-three times, Hal! What the hell were you two doing? Did the Guard--"

"Of course they knew, Kyle! This was before the law that forbade relationships, you idiot!"

Hal and Kyle, standing close together with their faces alight because of this entire debacle, were trading barbs with each other. Kyle in particular looked like he wanted nothing more than to throw Hal out of the window. "You got married to that asshole twenty-three times and you didn't think to tell us?"

Hal threw his hands up in the air. "You never asked!"

"Oh! Sorry then, I didn't realise I had to ask to know the sordid details of the great Hal Jordan's life! I'm asking now! What the hell is wrong with you?" Kyle bellowed.

Jess didn't think she'd quite seen Kyle this angry in her life. Then again, he was always full of surprises.

With a scowl, Hal grumbled, "You want the long answer or the short answer?"

"Long, obviously!"

"I..." Hal rubbed a frustrated hand over his face. "Okay. Listen, it was just diplomacy at first and then it kinda spiralled outta control so now we're here. Really, you're making a big deal of nothing. It's not like we're living together or anything."

"Yeah," Kyle hissed, "I'd sure hope so considering the guy tried to kill me!"

Waving a hand flippantly with a scowl, Hal said, "He's tried to kill all of us. You're being dramatic."

"I'm--" Kyle turned straight to Jess, eyes wild and radiating fury. "You're hearing this bullshit, right? Like, you're getting all of this too?"

Jess's thumbs up was visible for the camera, although the shaking made it extremely clear that she was just barely holding herself together for this. Hal groaned. "Can we please drop this? He's not exactly a great husband."

"Yeah. I can imagine, Hal." Kyle stopped short, looking a little unwell for a moment. "Oh God, I dated your stepdaughter."

Hal rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and that ended so well. Hypocrite."

"No!" Kyle jabbed a finger at Hal, pushing him back half a step with all of the audacity in the world. "No, you don't get to talk! I didn't marry her twenty-three times!"

"It wasn't a weird thing back then!" Hal said hotly. "We married each other all the time for diplomacy shit! I married John, like, twice!"

Kyle's voice cracked right down the middle. "John?"

"And Guy! We're all married to each other!"

"Oh my God. Oh my God." Kyle slumped into a chair. Jess was audibly losing it behind the camera, the screen shaking so violently the image was more or less ruined. "You...oh my God. You're in a fucking polycule."

"Sure. Whatever the hell that means."

Burying his face in his hands, Kyle gave a very distressed, very strangle sort of cry that sounded suspiciously close to a sob. "'Whatever that means,' he says. He's married to John and Guy and he doesn't give a shit. This entire time. This entire time, Hal?"

Hal, thoroughly over this, turned to Jess with incredulity written all over his face. "He's overreacting, right? Like, come on. I married a bunch of people back in the day."

Jess, almost entirely unable to choke out an answer through her genuine tears of laughter, responded with, "You--maybe you should've-should've told us?"

He crossed his arms, petulant. "Maybe you should learn how to ask first."

Kyle sobbed again.

[leaderwon]

CHAPTER 25 — EVERYTHING CRACKS.

wc — 800+

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The cafeteria was too loud. Too bright. Too full of people acting like everything was normal.

But nothing felt normal anymore.

You sat beside Lia, barely touching your tray. Your fingers toyed with the edge of your sleeve, head bowed low as you tried to focus on anything but the growing discomfort in your chest.

Jake was across the table, eyes flickering to you every few seconds, like he was waiting for a signal — a glance, a smile, a word. Something. But you kept your gaze locked on your untouched food, unable to meet his eyes.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Jay. About the way his voice had cracked. The way he looked at you like you’d shattered something irreparable.

And yet… it wasn’t just guilt eating at you. It was confusion, too. About how much you cared. About what any of this meant now.

Later, in the hallway, Jake caught your arm.

“Can we talk?” His voice was soft, but urgent.

You hesitated. Every instinct in you screamed to say no — to push it off, to keep things simple. But nothing was simple anymore.

You nodded.

He led you to one of the quiet stairwells, where the noise of the school melted into dull echoes. The moment the door closed behind you, the tension snapped taut between you like a wire ready to break.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Jake said, voice low. “I haven’t—” “You have,” he cut in, eyes darkening. “You won’t even look at me.”

You sighed, pressing your back against the cold wall. “Jake, I’m just… tired. A lot’s been happening.” His jaw tensed. “Is this about Jay?”

You froze.

He saw it in your face immediately. His expression cracked — just a little, but enough to make your heart twist.

“What did he say to you?” Jake asked quietly. You didn’t answer. “I knew it,” he muttered, voice colder now. “I knew something was off.”

“Jake—”

“You kissed me,” he said, stepping closer. “And now you’re pulling away like none of it meant anything.” Your breath caught. “That’s not fair.” “Then tell me what it meant.” You stared at him, eyes burning. “I don’t know! I’m trying to figure everything out and it’s like the second I get a second to breathe, someone else is upset or confessing something or—”

“Then what about me?” he said, louder now. “What about how I feel? Do you even care about that?” Your chest tightened. “Of course I do.” “Then say it.” “Say what?” “That you want me. That you don’t want him.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Just air. Just silence. Just the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Jake laughed bitterly. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

He turned like he was going to walk away, but your voice stopped him.

“It’s not that simple,” you said, eyes shining. “I didn’t plan any of this, Jake. I didn’t expect any of it. And now everything’s falling apart.”

He didn’t move.

“I liked you,” you said, quieter. “I like you. But I can’t pretend everything’s fine when it’s not.”

Jake turned back to face you, expression unreadable. “So that’s it? You’re walking away?” “I’m trying to do the right thing,” you whispered. “For who?” he asked, voice breaking. “Because it sure as hell isn’t for us.”

You didn’t answer.

And that silence — that awful, echoing silence, was the last thing left between you.

Across campus, Jay sat on the bleachers outside the gym, eyes on the horizon, mind reeling. He’d tried to pretend he was fine. Tried to pretend that saying what he did had helped, that it brought closure.

But all it brought was distance. More silence from you. More awkward glances between him and Jake. He didn’t even know who he was angrier at — you, Jake, or himself.

And Sunghoon… was watching it all.

He saw the looks. The shift. The cracks forming in every direction.

Later that afternoon, he stopped Jake in the hallway. The two of them stood face to face, tension simmering beneath the surface like a ticking bomb.

“You and Y/N,” Sunghoon said. “It’s not just rumors, is it?” Jake said nothing.

“I don’t care if it’s true,” Sunghoon continued. “But you better figure out what you want before someone else gets hurt.”

Jake’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t get to talk about hurt like you’re above it.” “I’m not,” Sunghoon replied. “But at least I’m not pretending like this isn’t spiraling out of control.”

And it was.

By the time the day ended, no one was talking the same way anymore. Jay was distant. Jake was angry. You were exhausted. And everyone else could feel it — the unraveling.

You didn’t know it yet, but this was only the beginning.

Everything was cracking. And none of you were ready for the break.

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[rlch-marvln-whlch-marvln]

The Outsiders + Love Languages

I’ve always been extremely fascinated by love languages and The Outsiders has been living rent free in my brain for months, so here you go. This includes moments from the book, movie, and musical (not the tv show though lol)

Ponyboy - Acts of Service

- “and now I look at what my brothers do for me”— he recognizes the opportunities he has bc they don’t, but this is also the thing that lets him know they care about him

- When he’s thinking about his brothers when he’s hiding in the church, he thinks about the way Darry cooks him breakfast and soda wakes him up for school and they make sure he has everything he needs to be successful

- The last thing Johnny does for him is solve a problem that he couldn’t figure out (the meaning of the poem— yes, I’m considering this an act of service) and he carries that with him FOREVER

Darry - words of affirmation

- Darry thrives on being told he’s doing a good job and providing others comfort through verbal feedback

- @the entirety of Throwing in the Towel

- “Did you hear what I said? I said I love you” (side note: I love this part)

- This sometimes manifests in commentary that comes off as critical or harsh—especially to Ponyboy—but he means well

- Also including “I thought we lost you like we did mom and dad” bc if that’s not him screaming ‘I love you’ I don’t know what is

- the thing where he will do anything but call his brothers by their real names, opting for nicknames/pet names instead (baby, honey, little buddy, Pepsi-cola (when he knows soda is having a particularly hard day), etc.)

Soda - Physical Touch

- lowkey self explanatory

- Bro’s go-to move is to reach out and grab someone in a moment of distress. He does this to Johnny when he gets jumped, Steve after he breaks a bunch of ribs in the rumble, Pony when Johnny dies, Darry when he’s second guessing everything that’s happened in the last 8 months (this is Throwing in the Towel again)

- (in the musical, he also reaches out to Dally right after Johnny dies but dally pushes him away so he grabs pony instead)

- He cuddles ponyboy to sleep every night!!

- He falls asleep in Darry’s lap at the hospital!!!

- He gives Darry shoulder massages every night (and “can put anyone to sleep” which implies that he’s done this to other members of the gang as well)

- When pony finally wakes up after being sick at the end of the book, Darry has to tell Soda to be gentle (bc he literally swings him around when they reunite in the hospital)

- The hug after he runs out of the house during dinner

Side note: I think part of the reason pony doesn’t feel like Darry cares about him for the first half of the story is bc they love differently and they have a hard time interpreting love from one another. It doesn’t help that Soda love so fully all the time in a way that can’t be overlooked and wears his heart on his sleeve so even if they don’t love the same way he does, they can’t miss the fact that he cares about them.

Johnny - Quality Time

- lowkey he thrives when it’s just him and pony in the church for days

- He buys them books and cards and activities so they have things to do together to pass time

- The entirety of Far Away from Tulsa (“and you can read us stories”/ “every night we’ll stare up at the stars”)—things for them to do together!!

Dally - Acts of Service

- bc dally doesn’t want them to know how much he cares, so he has to do it subtly by doing things for them

- He asks no questions when they show up at Buck’s saying they killed someone— instead, he provides them with what they need and some advice and sends them somewhere safe

- (Except when he asks Ponyboy why he’s all wet… and then lends him clothes so he doesn’t freeze)

- He delivers Soda’s letter to Pony in the church (when he 100% did not have to)

- “Do it for Johnny”

- (Side note: I think part of the reason dally and pony eventually click better than Darry and pony do (in like…the middle of the book) is bc pony has an easier time recognizing that dally cares about him bc they show and feel love the same way, whereas it takes him a little longer to realize Darry cares because of that disconnect)

Two-bit - Giving and Receiving Gifts

- It’s a little tricky bc he doesn’t have a lot of ✨money✨ but he will always give someone something when he can—even if it’s just something small

- He’s really good a stealing!! So he can give to others

- he buys Johnny popcorn at the drive-in!

- He buys the copy of Gone with the Wind Johnny wants!!

- He gives Dally his prized possession (the knife) without thinking twice

- In the musical, he steals one of the hubcaps off a car and gives it to pony/dally

- (The alternative here is acts of service bc he’s ready to drop everything to go to Texas and give up his whole day to “babysit” pony for Darry, but that line about how his mom would die of shock if he started helping around the house kind of discredits this for me)

Steve - Quality Time

- one of the reasons Pony thinks he doesn’t like him is because they are at odds competing for soda’s attention lol

- He plans double dates for Evie/Sandy/Soda!!

- He’s so excited when his friends come visit them at work (in the movie)

- He spends so much time at the Curtis house (partially bc he doesn’t want to be at home, but partially bc he really likes them and wants to spend time with them)

That’s it for now :)

Feel free to add/challenge/suggest changes/ whatever floats your boat

[cleo-akuma]

Protector (part 2)

Timeline: Civil War and forth

Bucky x reader

Reader only trusts Bucky, introvert/socially anxious, with strong super powers stronger than the avengers.

At HYDRA…

You hear machines beeping, people talking and clattering medical instruments around you. You slowly open your eyes the same time as you felt your neck stick with the needle punctured and fluid flowing to your veins. You scream due to the pain it gave you alarming the scientists and soldier that you’re awake. A man slowly approached you with a big smile on his face.

He shushes you and caress your hair “it’ll be over soon darling, endure it a little more.” He said with a soft tone. You look him straight in the eyes trying to manipulate his mind but it doesn’t work. He smiles “mind control won’t work on me dear. It won’t work on any of us.” He says.

You look at him confused, why isn’t your power working. You assumed that they removed it. “What did you do to me.” You asked through your screams of pain.

“Let’s just say that I’m in command now. You will do whatever I want you to do whether you like it or not.” He smiles again as if he had been successful with his experiment. “I gave you a chance to have control over yourself before, we took you in as one of us and you betrayed us.” He said as if he was hurt from the betrayal.

“I will never be one of you,” you said as the needle was removed from your neck. “You tortured me, gaslit me, made me think that what I was doing was right.” You exclaimed. You felt tears but you don’t wanna show weakness in front of this man.

The man showed a fake hurt expression and pointed towards the window. There, you saw the woman you considered your mother. “Mother” you called for her as she was busy tinkering on her computer not looking at you.

Before anything could happen you feel yourself getting trapped, everything around you turning into a void.

———————————————

“The process is complete sir.” Said the scientist. You’ve become a vessel, a shell for HYDRA to control. You’re now a prisoner of your own mind. You worry for the capabilities of your powers but you worry more for Bucky’s safety.

“Good, with this we are unstoppable.”

Back to Bucky and the others…

On the way to Madripoor, everyone’s discussing how to get you out. Bucky feeling very anxious about your situation, he feels like shit for doubting you without hearing your side.

“Tell me why should we care about her when she kicked our asses earlier?” Nat said to Tony. Before Tony said a thing they heard Zemo talk.

Everyone’s eyes were on Zemo, even Bucky. “She’s not your typical normal girl.” He sighs before revealing everything. “She’s blessed with celestial Powers, one that could either save or end the world, i believe that you’ve witnessed her abilities base on how she…” he stopped for a moment and looked at everyone and continued “kicked your asses” everyone felt a bit embarrassed because a small girl like Y/n beat them.

“Are we not talking about how this man,” Wanda pointed to Zemo “tried to kill us through this guy?” And pointed to Bucky. “And here we are believing every story he has about this girl who, let me remind you, put Rhodey in a stretcher and is now paralyzed?” Wanda got irritated because why is Tony allowing this to happen. “And this,” she gestured her hand circling the people around “this is not what I expected to happen. Just a moment ago we were trying to kill each other and now, we’re suddenly a team? Tony?” She’s confused with the turn of events.

Everyone would be lying if they said they don’t agree with Wanda. It’s like they’ve been bewitched by Y/n because why are they risking their lives for someone they barely know.

“She’ll grow on you once you get to know her.” Bucky spoke looking outside. He smiles as he said those words, it’s as if he’s reminiscing his moments with y/n. “She may look powerful, but inside she’s soft. She’s the sweetest once she opens up to you. She’s like a child that needs protection from the world but at the same time can defend herself,” Bucky laughed a little from the thought that he’s barely making sense. “It’s confusing really, but you’ll understand someday. I just hope what happened earlier won’t be your last impression of her.” He wished that everyone would befriend you, because he knows how afraid you are of people.

Steve stepped in even though he didn’t know who you are “I believe she only did what she did because she wanted Bucky safe. I witnessed her crying as she called herself a monster for hurting Rhodey. She’s lost and scared too and seeing her only friend about to die, must’ve made her scared.” Everyone went silent after hearing his words. Everyone’s scared of losing their person, they too would’ve done everything to save their loved ones.

After a few hours, they arrived at HYDRA’s Facility in Madripoor. The sight of dead bodies and begging civilians shocked them. Something or someone destroyed this place. They walked with caution until they found the underground laboratory, everyone was dead.

Bucky grew anxious, he doesn’t wanna think that you did this, that someone else did this.

“What a Reunion” someone said from a distance. They all looked at the direction the voice came from.

“Rumlow?” Tony shocked at the sight of this ghost. He was supposed to be dead.

“You still recognize me, I’m touched.” Rumlow laughed like a crazy person.

“Where is she?” With a cold tone, Bucky asked.

Rumlow smiled and looked behind him. There you were, eyes dark, hair floating, glowing lines across your arms and legs. “Let me introduce to you my latest Experiment.” He bowed as if he was performing “Celestia”

“Y/n.” Bucky cried your name. You hear him calling for you but he can’t hear your calls. You couldn’t approach him because everything around you is an endless void. Whilst your body only looked at Bucky, smiling with Horror.

“Y/n is long gone, Soldier. She’s a mere puppet for me to use.” Everyone was shocked because they didn’t think this was possible.

“Y/n please! I know you’re there. Please come back.” Bucky searching for you, begging you to show yourself to them. You tried your best to run in this endless void, and your physical body reacts. Your expression grew softer. This alarmed Rumlow so he played a recording.

“My, my” Rumlow said. “Y/n dearest, they’re not here to save you because they care for you, love.” Rumlow smiled as he pressed play.

It was a recording of them talking about you. Asking why they should save you. You got hurt by the fact that no one really cares for you. You stopped running, and dropped to your knees. “I’m alone.” It echoed through your head. You body starting to react with rage as your hair turned to flames.

You could no longer hear them speaking. You could no longer hear Bucky’s calls.

“What heroes you have. Complaining about why you should care.” Rumlow said.

They didn’t know how he got that recording but it’s their Voices and conversation earlier. Bucky realizes that that recording was cut. It should have the one where Bucky was explaining your situation.

“Bucky,” Sam whispered. “We take Rumlow” Bucky understood that without Rumlow the vessel cannot act on its own. As he mentioned before, your body became a puppet, and without Rumlow in control they can take this project down.

But Rumlow was in control of your powers, they couldn’t take a step near him so taking him down is impossible. He then commanded you to show the Avengers what true power is like.

With a lift of your hand, you started manipulating their minds. You turn them against each other, make them kill one another. Wanda looked at Vision with anger, Tony had no Idea what was happening until Steve turned to him with dark eyes ready to attack. One by one their minds got controlled. Except for Helmut. Your brother.

“My friend,” Helmut said to Rumlow “You missed one thing.” Helmut opened his arms. “I’m her Brother.” Helmut throws Rumlow back and your body dropped like a lifeless doll. Everyone stopped attacking each other and they grew scared of what just happened to them. “Her blood runs in mine.” As ruthless as he is he shoots the weakened man in front of him. “That’s for my family” he felt as if he avenged his family by killing the last of HYDRA.

Bucky runs to your body calling you as he cries. “Please don’t leave me. Please, I… I…. love you” Bucky cries as he hugs your body. Inside the void you’re still hearing the echoes of your own voice telling you that you’re alone. Barely hearing Bucky’s words.

“Y/n please. I’m so sorry my sweet girl. I’m truly sorry. Please, don’t punish me like this.” Bucky still crying as the others were watching. They paid respect believing that you are really gone.

“Mr. Barnes, if I may.” Helmut excused himself to hold you.

“I’m alone…”

these words still echoing in your ears.

“Little Lamb.” You hear a voice. A familiar nickname. It was calling you. “Let’s go home now. No one will hurt you anymore.” Slowly you walk towards the voice. There you see your brother.

Your eyes filled with tears as you ran towards him. “Brother!” You called as you hugged him. You remembered him.

You and Helmut regained consciousness with tears in your eyes. You hugged your brother again you felt at ease, reuniting with your family. Due to exhaustion, you collapsed in Helmut’s arms. Bucky worried but Zemo assured him that you’re fine just tired.

————————————-

A week had passed and you’re still sleeping. Bucky didn’t wanna leave your side he slept and ate beside you waiting for you to wake up. The team discussed about what would happen to you as of now they’re still waiting for you to wake up and discuss with you.

“What about Zemo?” T’challa asked. He still wants to give his father’s death justice and knowing that it was Helmut who killed him, he wants to take Zemo to jail.

“It’s too complicated now. Let’s all discuss everything when we’re complete.” Tony answered. Even he’s having a hard time deciding what will happen to you, Bucky and Zemo. You three became a threat to the world, thorough judgement and long process will be needed to asses the final verdict with you three. But as of now, you’re all staying at the compound.

A thud was heard not far from the team. You awoke and no kneeling in front of everyone. “Everything that happened to Bucky and Helmut was because of me, I’m willing to take all responsibility and punishment for them, just let them live again.

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

listening to 43 again and

Now I'm having even more feelings about 26 The Bedrock and everything with 24-26 while Arthur's hitting his bedrock again and John can't tell Arthur about what he's been through.

"Watched him turn into the very thing I despised about myself... I couldn't let him fall, like that." OW

I mean:

in 24:

His reaction to Arthur saying someone deserves to die, the "don't I?" because yeah he knows what it's like to be alone and dying and broken and what it pushed him to do but he can't say that. He also reacts to Arthur saying Larson deserves to die again in 26, so I'm wondering if he told himself the inhabitants in the Dark World deserved to die.

in 25:

John describes Arthur in 43 as becoming the very thing he hated about himself. With that in mind "how exactly was yellow the monster between you two?" and "I'm glad I'm not like you" hits so much more.

in 26:

"You don't need to go down this path" "Larson isn't worth my humanity" "I'm sorry... for failing you... I must have." OW

Didn't screenshot it but there's also the "You are human. Along with all the failures and terrible mistakes that come with being human."

And, of course, the one that hurts me the most:

"How could they have won? We're nowhere near finished" what if I cried.

The "we" here. It hurts. John's already hit his bedrock. Arthur's hitting his. But neither of them are finished. John's been there. He killed as if he were the King again. He plead for Kayne's help and did who knows what for that deal to get back to Arthur. The worst in him was brought out and it has horrified him since. So John saying that line just. We're no where near finished.

And after the poem,

I'm sorry for leaving you for so long.

"I'm not ready to give up on fixing my mistakes"

And all this discussion of both of their bedrocks makes it more delicious in 52 when Arthur says he doesn't want to put the darkness behind him, and John says "it makes us who we are" and Kayne trying for the reveal of John's darkness and a greater hint at his bedrock and it fails spectacularly when Arthur just forgives him ("I don’t care, John, what you did. You did what you had to do...And all I can do is say… it’s okay. It’s okay."). Because John was there through Arthur's bedrock. He saw Arthur become what he had hated and wanted to keep him from falling as John had. (the wager and the bedrock parallels are eating my brain I need to do something with them and I don't know what guys can we scream about it some more please)

Also 43:

My love for Arthur saved me from what I was, from being a monster.

I don't think he's the only one that love has saved from being a monster.

Anyways I paused the episode for this and It's been easily an hour of finding screenshots and having emotions of how all this connects together I'm going to go listen to Arthur get stabbed several times now.

[vampweeb]

“MINE?”- TOJI FUSHIGURO

first angst story!!,no happy ending, black fem reader

You should’ve known better.

It started off like most messes do — quiet. Casual. He was around, but never all the way there. You’d see him when he wanted, hear from him when he felt like it. But when you were together? God, he made it feel real.

He’d sit between your thighs, head resting against your stomach like your body was the only place he found peace. You’d run your fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp, and he’d hum like a man being held for the first time in years.

“Don’t go fallin’ in love on me,” he’d joke.

And you’d laugh. But you already had.

You didn’t ask him for titles. Not at first. You were trying to play it cool — that grace where you pretend your heart isn’t showing even when it’s practically screaming through your chest.

You told yourself he was just guarded. That maybe he’d been hurt. That maybe he just needed time.

But time came and went.

Three months turned into six. You learned his habits — how he liked his eggs, the way he tapped his fingers when he was lying, the exact tone he used when he said he missed you but didn’t mean it.

And still, you waited.

Still, you hoped.

The night it broke? You were on the couch, legs across his lap, scrolling through your phone. He was talking about going away for a few days. “Business,” he said.

You weren’t stupid. You saw the signs. You just didn’t want to believe them.

“Are you seeing someone else?” you asked, voice low.

He didn’t even pause.

“Nah.”

Just like that. No emotion. No hesitation. Eyes on the TV like you hadn’t just put your dignity on the table.

You wanted to believe him.

But you didn’t.

The truth hit three days later.

A girl posted him. Hand around her waist. Face pressed to her neck. Caption: “Mine.” No tags. No mystery. Just confirmation.

It wasn’t even a private story.

He didn’t even hide it from you.

You confronted him, heart pounding, mouth dry.

“I saw the post, Toji.”

He stared at you for a second, then shrugged.

“So?”

That’s what gutted you.

Not the cheating. Not the lying. Not the months of being strung along like your time didn’t mean anything.

It was the shrug.

Like you were a mistake, not a memory. Like he didn’t even have the decency to pretend he gave a damn.

“I thought we were something,” you said, voice shaking, tears threatening.

Toji raised an eyebrow. Smirked.

“Did I ever tell you we were?”

Silence.

You felt your chest cave in — not from heartbreak, but humiliation. You’d loved a man who never once thought about loving you back. You gave him softness, patience, your whole self — and he handed it back in pieces.

“I was good to you,” you whispered.

“You were convenient,” he said.

And that was it.

No apology.

No regret.

He left you standing there, arms wrapped around yourself, breath caught in your throat like a scream you’d never let out.

Later that night, your friend texted you:

“He’s never been worth it. You didn’t lose him, he lost you.”

But all you could think was:

He didn’t feel like he lost anything at all.

And maybe that’s the part that hurt the most.

[abigailovesz]

CHAPTER 1 CASTAWAY CROSSROADS

pairing: jj maybank x lara croft!reader

summary: jj washes ashore on a remote island, bruised and bleeding, only to be held at gunpoint by well...you. after convincing you he’s not a threat. despite your differences, a reluctant connection forms- both scarred, both stubborn, both hiding pain behind sharp tongues.

warnings: not much for this one! just mentions of blood and injury.

a/n: started writing this at 3AM last night so thats why it was so quick lol

chapters. next chapter

the waves didn't ask permission.

they just took.

they took JJ’s board. took his radio. took the sleek little skiff he and pope patched together with scrap and wishful thinking. they even tried to take his breath as he clawed his way out of the capsized boat’s reach and into the shore.

his shoulder screamed as he pulled himself across wet sand, coughing up seawater and ego. blood mixed with salt on his temple, seeping down through strands of hair, but he laughed - a breathy, dazed laugh that carried into the wind like a dare.

“hell of a welcoming committee,” he muttered, voice hoarse, eyes blinking against the sun stabbing through jungle-green canopy above.

and then he heard it.

the unmistakable click of a safety being flipped off.

“stay where you are.”

a woman’s voice - low, precise, crisp. not the flirtatious type either. the kind that had seen literal war. jj's first instinct was to crack a grin and spit out some smartass line. his second was to look up, very slowly.

boots. dirt-stained, heavy-duty. cargo pants, a holster strapped tight to a thigh. tank top. arms that looked like they’d held up the world and refused to let it fall. and the face?

goddamn.

you were young - maybe his age, maybe a little older - but there was something ancient in your expression. like her soul had walked through fire and never bothered to take off the soot.

and the pistol aimed at his head? rock steady.

jj, bleeding and battered, still gave you a lazy, blood stained grin. “well damn, sweetheart. If I’d known angels packed heat, I woulda drowned a long time ago.”

your eyes narrowed and you didn’t lower the gun. “you have ten seconds to tell me who you are and why you’re on this island before I assume you're with Trinity.”

jj blinked, eyebrows furrowing. “trinity? I - what? I don’t - look, I’m not with anyone, alright? I’m just a guy who made a few wrong turns on the way to the world’s worst spring break.”

you didn’t laugh, grip didn’t falter.

jj sighed, slowly raising his hands. “name’s jj. jj maybank. I’m here lookin’ for a thing. an old thing. relic-y, treasure-y. heard rumors from a guy who probably lied, but hey, that’s my specialty. no weapons on me. unless you count charm.”

silence.

then you finally, finally lowered the gun. not fully. just enough to let him breathe.

“you’re an idiot with a big ego, i assume.” you said flatly.

“yeah,” jj said, grinning through the blood in his teeth. “but I’m a charming one.”

you had met your fair share of reckless men. war criminals. mercenaries. treasure hunters with too much testosterone and too little brain. but there was something different about this one.

maybe it was the way he bled and smiled at the same time or maybe it was the fact that when you helped him to his feet, he leaned on you without hesitation, without shame. “where’s your team?” you asked.

jj winced. “guess we both got stood up.”

you wanted to leave him. you really did. he was loud, he was injured, he was clearly a liability. but something in his eyes - blue, defiant, young - caught your off guard. It reminded you of someone you'd lost. and maybe the version of yourself you used to be. before fire. before loss.

“i have a camp,” you said. “quarter mile that way. can ya walk?"

jj grit his teeth, tilting his head. “If..you hold my hand.”

you rolled your eyes and started walking. “try to keep up, pogue.”

jj’s head whipped toward you, eyes widening. “how the hell do you know that word?”

you didn’t answer.

THE CAMP was nothing fancy - just a tarp, a smoldering fire pit, a few crates stacked with supplies and a solar charged radio. but jj slumped onto the dirt like it was a five star resort, groaning as he stretched out his leg.

you crouched beside him and started cleaning the cut on his head with practiced hands. “not your first time playing doctor, huh?”

“I’ve stitched up worse,” you said. “on myself.”

jj watched you. up close, you weren't just pretty - you were something else. your face was cut with intensity, shadowed by something old and painful, but there was warmth under there. somewhere.

“you got a name?”

you hesitated.

“…y/n.”

“y/n,” he repeated, like tasting something sharp. “y/n croft.”

your gaze flicked toward him, surprised. “you’ve heard of me?”

“nah,” he said with a smirk. “but you’ve got the vibe of someone people write books about. ya one of those 'tomb raider' types?” you tilted your head. “somethin' like that.”

as night fell over the island, the jungle pulsed with the sounds of insects and distant thunder. you sharpened your machete by firelight while jj fiddled with a compass he’d half-broken in the wreck.

there was silence. not awkward - just heavy.

“you always out here alone?” jj asked finally.

you didn’t look up. “people die around me.”

jj flinched a little at that. then nodded while keeping his eyes on the compass.

“yeah. I know the feeling.” your eyes met - briefly. it didn’t need to be said aloud. you were both running from ghosts. or maybe toward them.

“tomorrow,” you said, sliding the blade back into its sheath. “if you’re up for it, we search the northern ruins. you can tag along - so long as you don’t slow me down.” jj leaned back on his elbows. “sunshine, I’m many things. but I ain’t slow.”

you almost smiled.

almost.

taglist ! - @maybejj - @delayeddrabbles - @kittykatinc - @hotvampdragon -

[eub11ss]

TRIANGLE OF DESIRES.

chapter two. 002. we SHOULD NOT pretend like it never happened.

Both Geto and Gojo sat on the dining table, their breakfast lying on the table in front of them. Both of them had got up early today and Geto had quietly prepared breakfast for the three of you. Your share of the food was in fridge. From the original plan, Geto and Gojo would come up with an excuse for last night and the three of you will laugh it out and go on with your day. But god damn it. It was impossible to come up with something. Not when both of them had enjoyed every moment from last night. It felt impossible to not do it again.

Gojo had dreamt of you in his sleep. You riding him, grinding your hips, his hands on your waist. He could not stop imagining you taking him in every way. Your hands on holding his cock, your hands pressed flat on his stomach, your nails digging deep into his back as you scream his name... he had thought of everything. As for Geto, his night was consumed with excitement for what the future might bring. He was excited knowing you would want to suck him off again. You would beg and whine him to fuck you in every place of this apartment. He wanted to fuck you raw. Penetrate deep inside you so he can watch it flow out after he pulls out. And he knew it would happen. Let it be out of delusion or his self absorbed self, he just looked forward to his fantasies coming true.

"So?" Gojo asks Geto. "Satoru... I am going to ask you something right now and you will tell me the truth. Alright?" Geto looks at Gojo. The white haired guy nods as he takes a sip from his juice. "Do you regret it?" Geto asks. Satoru knew there was no further explanation needed. He knew exactly what Geto meant by "it" . "No" Gojo replies. "good" Suguru folds his arms. "So...?" "Stop asking me that. It wasn't like I was the only one being sucked off last night. Take some responsibility too, dammit." "I don't want it to stop" "Neither do I" "Should we tell her the truth?" "How will we even do that?" "It's simple. We just go and ask her." "[name] isn't like other girls Satoru. She has been our best friend for years. We can't just say it like that" "How about we wait for her to say her side first?"

Geto looks at Gojo with an irritated face. "Seriously, Satoru?" he asks. Gojo pouts at Geto and gets up from his seat, clearly tired from all the thinking and the stress that was coming from it. "fuck it, I am going to work" he says. "No" Geto dismisses the white haired man. "The fuck you mean no?" "You did not even plan out a solution Satoru" "I will be late for work Suguru" "Stop trying to run away from your problems, Satoru" Gojo rolls his eyes, "And what exactly can we do, Suguru? It is already ruined. The friendship was ruined the moment she agreed to our stupid fucking plan. Be honest. Why did we even suggest such a stupid thing? You had a crush on her, didn't you? You are the most rational one among us. When I suggested it, I did not expect you to agree to it. You HAD TO had a thing for her for you to agree to my fucking 'fun time'. Instead of stressing over it, Why don't you let things to unfold on their own? And if you are so bothered by what she thinks of us now, why don't you just go to her and speak your mind? We have known her for years, how bad will it even get?"

The black haired man sighs. "I recently developed a crush for her, yes, that's why I agreed. And If I am not crazy, [name] won't agree to our stupid 'fun time' unless she felt something too. I hope I don't sound delusional or anything" he says. Gojo's rests both his hands on his hips and looks at geto with his lips pressed tight into a thin line. "And it took you this long to state the obvious?" he asks. Geto's brows furrow as he looks at gojo, clearly angry now. He throws a cushion at him and gets up from his seat. "Talking with you is useless" he says as he goes to his room and comes out with his bag. "Leave before she wakes up. Let's discuss with her after work." Geto says as he slides on his shoes. "pussy" gojo mouths at geto before going to his room to get his own bag.

-

You open your eyes and look at the clock on your bedside table. 1 pm. You cuss under your breath and get up from your bed. You walk in the and start brushing your teeth. Ofcourse, you remember what happened last night. Every second of it. And you facepalm in embarrassment. Jesus, What was I even thinking?. You wipe your face with the towel and walk out to your room. The lack of noise already confirms your pussy bestfriends already ran off to work. A part of you is irritated and the other is relieved. Good god.

You open the fridge and see your share of the breakfast lying on a plate. With something unusual to it, a note. A note that says "for [name] :)". Gojo would never do that. Because, first of all his cooking was never this pretty and second of all, his handwriting is incorrigible for you to even make out what he would intend to say. This has to be Geto. You take the plate out and put it in the micro oven to heat. Today is going to be a tough day. Both meeting the manager today and dealing with the boys later. You sigh as u remember why you even need to meet the manager in the first place. "damn youtube series" you mutter to yourself and the micro oven beeps, indicating your food is ready. - "I need you to co-operate with me, [name]" Your manager says. "Yeah? feed the fucking rumours?" You say, in disbelief "We need to give the viewers what they like, [name]" your manager tries to calm you. "Oh, MY ASS" you get up from the chair, visibly irritated. The manager had asked u to meet her for the idea of a new video for your series. You had a feeling it would be something awful, and you were right. The manager wanted you to post a video of a cute 'swim day with my best friends' which, not so bad as the name suggest, but its how you are asked to behave throughout it. It's no news to your company that all of your viewers think you are fucking your best friends. And with geto and gojo being popular, of course the jealous comments and slut shaming. It was no big deal either, as long as u didn't read them it didn't affect you. But this particular script of the video, it's getting to you. You start walking out of the room, having enough of this ridiculous idea.

"[name] please, im sure your friends won't mind" your manager walks after you, trying to catch up. "You want me to act all INNOCENT? like a fucking child while wearing a bikini? What am I? Feeding to the male gaze? You know very well my audience is mostly female. Thanks to my amazing jaw droppingly handsome and gorgeous friends. And you want me to act like those stupid clueless girls in corny wattpad fics? MY image has always been to feel confident in my skin and not be afraid to be sexy. I am sorry but i cannot act like a child for this stupid fucking video. They are ALL waiting to tear me down as the shameless slut and pick me AND THIS WILL ONLY FEED THEM WHAT THEY WANT" You blutter out, all breathless. "[name]" "what" "It is an experiment" "well i do not want to be a fucking part of it" "Honey, that's not how the industry works" "What will you say next? Any kind of publicity is great publicity?" "You are smart" You scoff is disbelief. "take a seat" You manager says. You comply and sit on the chair next to you. "The company wants you to gain some male audience" The manager says. "And why the fuck?" you ask. "You know very well how badly you have been overshadowed by your friends in your own videos. Your face isn't everything that you need to get yourself out there. You audience is filled with just fans of Geto and Gojo who wants to see them close to a girl and imagine themselves as you. You dont stand out. And we don't want that for you. The series isn't everything, you know? Before the rumours get worse and they all start saying you are nothing without the boys, we need you to be your own brand" The manager explains.

You sigh. "is this the only way? It's just... so ridiculous. Why can't I just keep my female audience and cater to them. It is not like all female youtubers out there all have male audience" You say. "Well, the difference between a woman like you with supporting female audience and you is that they started as their own. You knew getting your exceptionally good looking famous friends in your videos will bring you fame. And it did. Now you use this fame to build up your own image, independently. Everyone starts from scratch. Since you started from fame, you need to start again from dirt" your manager explains. "I will think about it" You say quietly as you get up. "goodbye" you mutter to your manager before leaving. "wait" she stops you. "what" "let the boys know about this too" "I will" you say. You walk out of the building, clearly at loss. After the events of last night, it was already hard enough to muster up courage to talk with the boys and now combined with this... it all just felt so overwhelming. In the wake of your heavy thoughts, your phone chimes. You open your phone to see a message from Geto. GETO: i sent you some food. You said you were craving fried chicken P.S. I need to talk to you tonight. You know about what. It will be nice if its just us two though. You know how Gojo is. The food is both an apology and gift. Unless you want me to apologise more, you know where to find me ;)

"The fuck?" you say out loud. What's with the damn wink? "you know where to find me;)" ? Jesus. To you right now, everyone seems fucking nuts. And it is indeed, a tough day to go by. You sigh for the hundredth time in the day and call for a taxi. A chilled beer and three cigarattes will get you through this.

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author's note: WELL WELL WELL I FORGOT ABOUT THIS LMAO anyways... updates would be frequent this time... i promise...

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[daisywords]

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[girl-drink-drunk]

some days i stare at the wall and i don't even feel anything from it

[humanityinahandbag]

I'd like to tell you all a story about my grandmother.

My grandparents raised their children, four girls (one of them my mother), to be fighters. My aunts marched in Washington for women's rights with babies strapped to their chests and like to joke that all of the grandchildren who came from that line (including myself) were born with picket signs in their hands.

But it started with my grandparents. They fought hard for what they believed in. They marched against Vietnam. They marched for Martin Luther King. They marched for women's rights. They marched for a better future.

But let's talk specifically about my grandmother for a moment.

My grandmother unfortunately passed away in 2016. She had to watch the first Trump election and did so knowing that it would probably be the last election she'd ever see. And there is some argument there that she could have given in to fear and defeatism. She could have decided none of it was worth it, and she could have decided that fascism had won and the world was over.

But she did something else instead.

To give some context, my grandparents had friends who were Republicans. I say were, because they shifted from the normal Republican towards the MAGA Republican we see today. And despite a very clear message from my family about how we felt, they were more than ready to still come to the funeral as if everything was normal. Like their beliefs were normal. Like they were welcome to celebrate someone who had fought so hard for the rights of other people.

These were people who would have absolutely used their rhetoric to scream and shout if they were left out or disinvited.

And so my grandmother, even past her final moments, pulled the most brilliant, petty move I've ever seen.

She'd decided ahead of time that everyone who had known her was more than welcome to attend but that she wanted everyone attending the funeral to donate money. That was the requirement to be invited. And so everyone did just that. There was no talk about what the donations were for, just that they were appreciated. I want to say that the assumption was the money would help pay for funeral expenses and give the family some support while we grieved.

Except that wasn't the case.

Because in those final moments of the funeral, the rabbi stepped forward to thank everyone, and then very cheerfully announced;

"Arlene was so happy to know just how many people were coming to join us here today. She couldn't have been more proud of her family. And I'm sure she would have been elated to see just how much money you all gave today to Planned Parenthood."

When I say that the faces of those people are enshrined in my memory, I mean it. The anger, the devastation, the rage, the betrayal. It was an absolutely gorgeous display of true defeat at the hands of a boss ass old lady who literally fought with her last breath and threw up both middle fingers all the way out the door.

What I'm saying is this.

It is very easy to feel defeated. It is very easy to think that everything is over, and there's nothing left for us to do. It's very easy to say that fascism won, that fear won, that hate won.

But that's only true if you let it be true.

There is always more that we can do. There is a future that is still worth fighting for. And it's more than possible, even when it doesn't seem like it.

And fighting is going to look different every time.

Some days it will look like picket signs in our hands.

Some days it will look like spending time with friends and family and people you love and knowing that you have a community that supports you and your vision of a brighter future.

And some days, it's pulling absolute natural level 20 petty trickster shit even after you've left the world.

Because you can always make an impact and you can always add a little brightness to life, and if that means tricking a group of MAGA idiots into throwing their money behind Planned Parenthood in the middle of your own goddamn funeral then that's what it means.

Keep fighting. People have done it before you. People will continue to do it after you.

And enjoy the little victories.

(Even the petty ones)

[sunni-stuff]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 This is part 4 Part 5

His question hit like a punch, and the pressure of it lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating. Armed Forces Day? Three years ago? A sharp jolt of recognition hit you, though the details of that night remained fuzzy. The memories were there, but they felt distant—like something you hadn't allowed yourself to fully remember after becoming a mother. 

You steadied yourself, trying to mask the unease rising in your chest. “What are you talking about?” you tried to sound steady but the tightening grip on your purse betrayed the rush of nerves running through you.

Simon shifted, his broad frame nearly eclipsing the dim light of the bar. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he seemed to wrestle in his own head, as though each word carried a burden too heavy to bear. “There was a night,” he began, his tone low and rough, every syllable deliberate. “Here. Three years ago. You were here. So was I.”

Your heart skipped, a wave of realization hitting with an almost physical force. The hazy recollections of that night flooded back, slowly accumulating together—laughter, drinks, an unexpected connection. Something that hadn’t felt planned but had burned far too bright to ignore.

The knot in your stomach twisted painfully, every part of you urging you to push it away, but the truth had already begun to sink in. “You’re…” The words stalled in your throat, heavy and lodged, the sentence unfinished as the reality stung like an accusation between you.

Simon exhaled sharply, part sigh, part laugh—but there was no humor in it. His gaze locked onto yours with unsettling intensity, and for a moment, it felt like he was waiting for you to break. “Yeah,” he replied simply, the word thick with certainty. “And she’s mine, isn’t she?”

A cold shiver ran down your spine, your body instinctively stiffening. The truth strung in the silence between you both, too glaring to avoid. Heart racing, every sense screamed to deny it, to distance yourself from this conversation before it spiraled out of control. But anything that could be said felt wrong, heavy on your tongue as you forced them out: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Simon’s eyes held yours, filled with something you hadn’t seen before—a desperation that cut through his usually composed demeanor. “Please,” he urged, the plea more potent. “Just tell me.”

How could this be happening? How could something so raw, so unspoken, suddenly spill into the air between the two of you? The weight of the moment anchored you, and for a moment, you couldn’t find a way to move past it. 

“She is,” you muttered at last, the confession slipping out like an unwanted secret. Fingers clenched tightly against the table’s edge, grounding yourself against the suffocating reality pressing in. “I never thought… never thought you'd come back into the picture.”

A brief silence stretched out before you spoke again, everything tumbling out in a rush. "I didn’t even know your name. All I recall was you kept making me." The admission hung in the air, lighter than it was, an attempt to lighten everything you didn’t want to say. 

The memory refused to stay buried. His face from that night, the intensity of his stare under the bar’s muted glow, how his presence seemed magnetic and overwhelming all at once—it all surfaced, unbidden. The connection had been undeniable, but that was your secret to carry. He didn’t need to know the details you still clung to.. 

“I don’t even know how it happened,” The sentence barely made it past your lips. “We used protection.” Doubt crept into your mind, unraveling the careful narrative you’d built for yourself. Did we? The past, fogged by alcohol and blurred moments, refused to come into focus.

Simon blinked, the blankness in his expression giving way to confusion, then disbelief. “Did we?” he asked with an edge of uncertainty. He was searching for answers neither of you seemed able to provide. Silence filled the space between you, heavy with unspoken questions.

"That parts a bit fuzzy," you admitted quietly, thoughts drifting away, the edges of the remembrance blurring with every passing second. “And clearly we didn't given our current situation.” 

Meeting his gaze, you knew this was the man from that fortunate night. Only different. More mature as if life hadn’t been kind to him. “All I know is… I woke up, and it was just me.” The recollection hung heavier than expected, twisting in your chest. "I never imagined I’d run into you again."

A heavy silence settled between the two of you, the gravity of everything left unsaid pressing down on the air. Neither of you knew how to move forward, or even if moving forward was possible.

“I knew she was mine,” Simon muttered, his hand clenching into a fist at his side. He looked like he was trying to hold something back, fighting against his own emotions threatening to break free.

You blinked in disbelief, the reality of his revelation settling in like ice in your veins. “You saw her?” The shock was evident. The idea that he had been so close—watching, perhaps even knowing—yet remained silent was almost too much to process.

Simon nodded, his gaze never meeting yours as he began. “Last month. When you were leaving the café with her. Johnny stopped you, and I was there.” He hesitated, swallowing hard as if the bulk of it all was pressing on him. “Johnny and the lads, they were the first to say they saw a little girl with my face. I was skeptical at first But then… then I saw the two of you together. And I saw it. Saw me in her. I had no idea she was even a possibility. Or that you were, for that matter."

Your breath hitched, a sharp sting rising in your chest. The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface, the hurt, and the confusion all collided in one sudden wave. “Why didn’t you say anything?” The question shot out before you could stop it, the accusation sharp and loaded with all the frustration. He had been so close. Watching. Why didn’t he speak up?

Simon paused, his gaze dropping to his hands, fingers flexing as if he were trying to grasp for something he couldn’t hold. The silence stretched long between you, the tension palpable, as if the room itself was holding its breath. He wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came. 

“I…” He started, staring at his hands as though they might hold the answer. “I’m not good with things like this, love.” He rubbed the back of his neck, having a hard time fully expressing how he felt but this moment needed authenticity. “I needed time to figure out if I could step into a life that was already doing fine without me. I was afraid of complicating things, of ruining something that was just fine without me."

You didn’t expect what he said to hit you so hard. The impact of his confession—that he had stayed away because he wasn’t sure if he was fit to be a part of your life, Adira’s life—settled deep within you, heavier than you could have imagined. You’d been fine, hadn’t you? Raising Adira, carving out a life on your own. But there's always been that lingering voice in the back of your mind, that small, quiet thought of “what if?” What if things had been different? What if he had been there from the start? Maybe you wouldn’t have had to quit those overpriced mommy-and-me classes because of those judgmental women who gossiped behind your back. Maybe things would’ve been easier.

“I wasn’t about to just waltz in, love,” Simon’s voice softened, more vulnerable now, like he was carefully weighing his thoughts. “I needed to know if you’d even want me here. You and her…” His gaze darkened for a moment, his voice trailing off as though unable to bear too much out in the open. “I wasn’t sure if I was the right person to step into something already so… perfect.”

In those words, there was something you hadn’t expected to hear from him: honesty. He was afraid. Afraid of being the one to ruin what you had built. Afraid of not being enough for you or for Adira.

“I guess I understand,” you said quietly. "I just wish you showed up sooner."

Simon didn’t answer right away. Something within him flickered with guilt, and for a moment, you both stood there in silence. He glanced down at his hands, fingers twitching like he wanted to reach out, but wasn’t sure if he had the right to.

"Can I meet her?" Simon asked nervously, a grown man fidgeting in his seat, the weight of his request sinking in.

"Now?" You chuckled, trying to brighten the moment. "It's late. I'm sure she's already asleep."

Simon’s gaze flickered with hesitation, but the desire was clear. He was barely holding it together, as if afraid that the chance to meet his daughter would slip away if he didn’t ask now. 

"I understand," he mumbles after a pause, almost to himself, but there was a longing there you couldn’t ignore. "I just…I need to see her. To know her. Even if just for a moment."

The magnitude of the situation pressed down on you again, this wasn’t something you had expected when you woke up this morning. You had no clue what to do with all of this, with him, with Adira’s future—your future. But still, you could hear his sincerity.

"Tomorrow," You decided. "We can meet up tomorrow, but it has to be on her terms. She's not exactly the warmest with new people."

Simon nodded, his expression a mix of relief and determination. "I can wait."

You gave him a small smile, a silent acknowledgment of the moment. There was still so much to figure out, but at least now, for the first time, there was a possibility. A chance to rebuild what had been lost. "Bring toys," you suggested sincerely, thinking about what would make her happy. "She likes trains. Doesn’t need to be anything cartoon-ish, just a proper train."

Simon blinked, a touch of confusion in his gaze. "She doesn't like dolls? Like most girls?" His tone had a hint of disbelief, as though he couldn’t quite picture a little girl who wasn’t into the typical, pink frilly things.

The thought of dolls made your stomach tighten, and you shook your head vehemently, as if to expel the very idea. "God, no," you replied, unease creeping into the conversation. "Please, don’t bring dolls. That’s the last thing I want." You shuddered as you spoke, recalling all the unnerving memories. "She gets all Sid from Toy Story with them."

Simon’s brow furrowed even deeper, clearly unsure. "What does that mean?"

You visibly grimaced, the image flashing vividly in your mind. "It means I wake up to doll heads scattered all over the place," you say, your voice low and serious. "And it's... creepy. Like she's planning something with them. It’s like waking up in a horror movie."

Simon chuckled at first, but as he saw the unflinching seriousness in your expression, his laughter quickly turned uncertain. His grin faded, and the unease that filled his eyes told you that he was realizing this wasn’t some joke. "You’re messing with me, right?"

Your stare at him, completely deadpan. "I wish I was."

For a moment, Simon just stared, taking in your unwavering expression. His lips parted, a nervous laugh escaping him as he absorbed warning. "Alright," he said slowly, now understanding your cautious warning. "No dolls. Trains. Got it."

You gave a relieved sigh, feeling the baggage lift off your shoulders. The tension hadn’t fully gone, but for now, at least the toy issue was settled. There were plenty of bigger things to confront later, but this? This was a small victory.

This one is a little shorter than the rest, simply because I want the meet up chapter to be really long for yall! :3

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[gomtangii]

oh my my my!

caleb x fem!reader wc: 1.027k (the nctzen in me is screaming) cw: minors and ageless dni, caleb is insane, cunnilingus, pet names (princess, pipsqeuak), caleb has endless stamina again, fat cock caleb, cock-drunk reader, mating press, slight breeding kink, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, unrealistic sex lol, i did not mean to write this much actually, not edited!

TIME: 11:12 PM LOCATION: SKYHAVEN, CALEB'S APARTMENT: LIVING ROOM

...what did he say? all you did was confront caleb about why the two of you haven't had sex yet, but what did he just say?

"my... penis... is too big." he mutters shyly, a blush spread across his cheeks and ears paired with an expression you've never seen on his face before. you stare at him, mouth agape. you take a moment to to process what he said before stifling a laugh, making caleb frown even more.

"that's it?"

"i'm being serious! i don't want to hurt you."

you smile at him with a sigh, a bit relieved that was his answer. you place a kiss on his cheek that he grumpily accepts, pulling you close to him.

"sounds like you're just going to have to do a better job at prepping me then," you smirk, a hint of mirth in your voice. the look in his eye changes, arousal pooling in his irises.

"is that a challenge, pipsqueak?" he cocks an eyebrow, pulling you closer to him by the waist, "i'm just not sure if you can handle it."

"is that a challenge?" you glare at him, suddenly feeling yourself get competitive too. it's not like you were going to lose, right?

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TIME: 1:39 AM LOCATION: SKYHAVEN, CALEB'S APARTMENT: YOUR BEDROOM

you were, however, indeed losing.

you blink past the stars that caleb was making you see. it's been about 2 hours since he started eating you out, his licks and bites relentless. he gives one last harsh suck to your clit before pulling away, looking at the art he's created.

you're shaking, your pussy became puffy thanks to his ministrations, and there are countless bites and marks around your thighs.

"looks like you bit off more than you could chew, hm? princess?" he kisses your temple, caressing your hair and arms to calm you down from your nth orgasm.

"can... still take more..." you mumble, gripping onto his shirt, frustrated that he's still clothed while you were stripped naked. you feels his hands drag against your arms, your abdomen, before reaching just above your mound.

"you sure? we still got a bit more before you can actually fit me." he warns, his fingers dangerously close to your entrance. you nod, but he ignores it. "words, baby, need you to say it out loud for me."

"mm—" you moan, feeling his fingers graze your clit, "i... i can take it! just fuck me already!"

he plunges two fingers into you and you cum immediately, squirting onto his palm. his hands were big, you knew that, but they were reaching places you couldn't manage to touch yourself.

"fuck, you're so wet," he groans, sucking another mark onto your neck as he fucks his hand into you, "maybe i don't need to do this—maybe you can fit me like this."

he takes his fingers out and you whine, trying to pull him back in. he ignores you, using his other hand to hold both of your wrists above your head as he licks his essence off of his fingers, not wanting to waste a single drop.

he unbuckles his belt swiftly, letting his cock spring out, the tip angry and leaking with precum. it's drenched with its own cum because he couldn't hold back, your moans and whines were enough for him to climax without being touched—if only you knew the effect you had on him. he presses his cock against your entrance and you shudder at his size, suddenly unsure if you could really take it. you try to shy away, scooting your body away from him when he catches you, caging you in his arms as he pins you down.

"aw, don't tell me you're scared now?" he laughs, being uncharacteristically mean. he pushes the tip of his dick a bit further into you, slowly stretching you out with a groan.

"if you can't take it anymore, you just gotta say the word." you glare at him, yanking on his arm to pull his face closer to yours.

"i already said 'fuck me!'"

"as you wish," he smirks, "gotta give my girl what she wants, hm?"

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

TIME: 3:54 AM, YOU THINK. LOCATION: SKYHAVEN, YOU THINK. YOUR BEDROOM... YOU THINK.

you're on all fours, trying to get away from caleb as he pounds you mercilessly, his cum spilling out of your cunt and pooling onto the sheets. his cock is so, so big, you think you're cumming with every thrust, but you're not sure. you don't know how many times you've cum tonight, but you do know that he's made you pass out a few times.

"c-can't... can't..." you cry softly, the pleasure too much for your poor pussy to handle.

"say the word, then. then we'll be at 1 - 0." he taunts, "do you even remember the word, baby?"

you gulp down a sob, nodding while humming weakly as he slows down his thrusts to give you the chance to speak.

"i-i—" you stutter, your mind hazy with cock, "caleb—"

"my name isn't a safeword," he chuckles, "it's Linkon, okay?"

you nod and he smiles sweetly, kissing your forehead before tossing you onto your back, slowly pushing your thighs up and into a mating press.

"just a bit more," he kisses you again, starting up his thrusts once more, "just one more and then it'll be your win."

he resumes the pace he had before, the sound reverberating throughout the bedroom. it's almost animalistic, the marks and bites all over your body, the way your pussy can't even hold in his cum anymore—it's almost like he's trying to breed you, trying to make it stick. you cum weakly, squirting a bit as your eyes roll back. at this point, it's not just stars you're seeing, you can see the entire deepspace tunnel thanks to him. he feels the way your cunt convulses around him and he grunts, unable to stall any longer and he fills you up one last time. his cum floods your womb and spills out, only adding to the mess below you two.

"i guess it's 0 - 1 now. too bad i lost," he says with a smile.

oopsies... caleb u r my muse... also the safeword line has been all over my tl so i couldn't help but implement it! showed up at the perfect time :3

also i actually do not have any ideas on good safewords to use for the men... if yall wanna send some my way in my ask so i can use them in future fics !!!!!