#everyone is getting replaced in this house

[wileys-russo]

Lia, at a (house) party, "how does it not get into your head that i like you??"

Thank you, i love your writing🫶

oblivious II l.wälti

"winners baby!" katie cheered, everyone joining in and holding up their slices of pizza with eager grins, the cup trophy sat in the middle of the floor as everyone took turns taking their photos with it.

"how has all of the plain cheese been eaten?" lia groaned in annoyance, having been held up with an interview in the tunnel and one of the last to join in the celebrations in the change room.

"why are you looking at me!" vic protested as the swiss narrowed eyes in her direction, a single finger pointing to the slice of pizza held in her hand. "this had pepperoni on it! i ate it first!" the dutch argued, kyra quick to back her up as lia only hummed.

"wally!" but her attention was captured as you came stumbling over, shooting a glare at beth who stuck out a leg to trip you, planting yourself on the bench beside the midfielder.

"you're welcome." you placed a pizza box on her lap and kissed her cheek, darting off as you were called over for a photo with stina and amanda.

lia frowned curiously as she cautiously opened the box, but it was quickly replaced with a smile seeing four pieces of cheese pizza safely tucked away and untouched.

"and you won't ask her out because..." beth chimed in with a whistle where she sat a foot or so away, having watched the little exchange play out as lias head whipped up and met her amused look.

"i have tried! she does not like me back." lia huffed grumpily, grabbing out a slice and sliding the box protectively into her cubby. "you have not!" beth argued with a roll of her eyes. "oh she has, trust me." leah now joined in as lia swallowed her mouthful of pizza.

"she just thinks i am being friendly." lia groans, beth shuffling a little closer as the swiss woman sought you out across the room, smile tugging at her lips as kyra tried to pour a bottle of champagne down your throat.

"well, kiss her!" beth shrugged, leah holding up a finger in agreement, her own mouth full of food as lia scoffed, wrenching her gaze away from you.

"i cannot just kiss her beth!" "why not?" "well because, because-i just can't!" lia huffed, frustration rearing its head as you and laura spun one another around as the music was turned even louder, family and friends now starting to trickle in to join the team.

"can't? or won't?"

~

the party was beyond full swing as lia arrived dropped off in an uber with steph and jen who'd flown in for the final, the trio some of the last to leave dinner to head back to one of the staffs house who'd so generously offered to host the afters of the celebrations which were seemingly intended to carry on late into the night.

"is that frida?" jen laughed at the blonde doubled over on the front lawn, her girlfriend emma with a phone to her ear and giving them a wave hello as the trio made their way up the driveway and down the side of the house to the backyard.

"odds on whose getting the most messy?" steph offered, her and jen beginning to discuss their bets as meanwhile lia was busy scanning the countless bodies packed in and around them trying to find you.

"she's there mate." a chuckle and a nudge to her shoulder and lia was following jens finger to where sure enough you were sat down in a little huddle with a few of your friends and teammates, but lia was far too focused on the mystery girl you seemed to be cosying up to.

"who is that?" lia asked with a frown, jolting as an arm fell over her shoulder and the smell of rum and coke followed, leah swaying a little as she drew her best friend in for a hug and amandas husband moved to block lias view of you.

"i was wondering if you were coming!" the blonde english woman grinned, dragging lia away to get a drink and chattering her ear off but the midfielder was only half listening, her mind unable to move past the image of you tucked into the mystery girls side, seeming to hang off her every word.

did you have a girlfriend you'd just been keeping to yourself?

"alright! where is your head at? helloooo." leah realised she was being ignored as she shoved a cup into lias hand and snapped her fingers in her face to try and gain her attention, the brunette wincing and pushing her hand away.

"who is that girl?" lia spotted you again across the yard, pointing you out to leah who had to squint to follow where she was supposed to be looking at. "less?" leah frowned as lia sighed with a shake of her head.

"no! that girl." lia gently twisted the defenders head so she was looking in the right direction. "oh the one all over your girlfriend? dunno!" leah shrugged, whining as leah smacked her arm and took a sip from the drink handed to her.

"she is not my girlfriend." "y'know maybe beths got a point. give her a kiss! call it a goal celebration." leah wiggled her eyebrows with a dopey grin as lia scowled.

"she clearly has a girlfriend leah, i cannot kiss someone who is taken!" "well how is she gonna know you're a better kisser then?"

with a defeated sigh lia gave up, shoving her best friend out of the kitchen and allowing herself to be dragged off to go and sit with her family, her own all still in switzerland as she plastered a half sincere smile on her face and began her greetings.

though unable to help it her eyes kept flickering to you, watching you laugh and grin and drape yourself all over the mystery blonde beside you, she felt a strange feeling settle over her, not dissimilar to the same sort of discomfort felt in her knee the last six months or so, but in her chest.

so determined to forget you and have the best night she could with everyone lia brought the drink made for her to her lips and downed it, quickly accepting leahs cousin jordans offer of another, and another, and another.

it had been hours now and lia had done the best job she could to forget you, the crowd beginning to thin out and lia having spent time with almost everyone except the one person she really wanted to celebrate with.

until finally you stumbled into her in the living room on your way back from the bathroom, or more accurately she stumbled into you, spilling her drink all down the front of her with a groan.

"wally! where have you been hiding? i was looking for you." you greeted with an excited smile, hurrying to steady her as the swiss woman lost her footing and almost hit the deck, and as her head lolled to one side you realised the drink down the front of her was clearly not her first.

"are you drunk?" you laughed with a surprised grin of delight, never really having seen her this far gone, the brunette normally one of the more sober of the team, often taking on the role of babysitter for the much more party inclined half of the group.

"no!" lia slurred with a roll of her eyes, trying to push away from you but losing her footing and again almost falling to the floor as your grip on her tightened and you carefully lead her over to the lounge.

"okay. lets just have a little seat for a second, and i will get you some water." you gently lowered her down as she mumbled something incoherent and you darted off to the kitchen to grab a bottle from the well stocked up fridge you'd all been given free reign to for the evening.

"come on, just a little drink please. you'll feel better!" you encouraged softly taking a seat beside her and trying to assist her to take a mouthful, pushing your body out of the way as lia shoved the bottle away with a grumble.

"lia. please, i will call you an uber home but you need to sober up a little first." you squeezed her leg and thats when lia became hyperaware of your hand settling on her thigh, groaning loudly as her head thumped against the back of the sofa.

"what?" you frowned cluelessly as she smacked your hand and mumbled for you to go away. "do you want me to get leah instead? or is your sister here? i didn't see her but-" you offered, and lia watched the way your eyebrows creased adorably with concern and could only groan louder.

"how does it not get into your head that i like you?" the midfielder moaned with frustration, the alcohol coursing the veins pushing the confession past her lips and out of her mouth as your frown only deepened.

"well i hope you like me, i just signed on for another two years so you are stuck with me." you teased with a smile as lia could only groan again and drag her hands down her face, head spinning but far too drunk to stop the words that came crashing out next.

"no. i like you! but you clearly do not feel the same so please go away." lia grunted, eyes fluttering shut as the room began to twist and turn and you were stunned into a brief silence, so much so lia actually thought you'd left until she opened her eyes again and jumped finding you still sat there.

"you like me?" you questioned in shock, eyebrows sky high with surprise as lia sighed heavily. "yes obviously! i have asked you out again and again but you always invite someone else, but i know now you have a girlfriend and-" lia began to try and stand, but that was far too ambitious of a task as she flopped right back down with a grunt.

"girlfriend? i do not have a girlfriend." you made a face as lias vision finally settled enough to make sense of it, turning her head to frown right back at you. "the blonde? you have been all over her." her jealousy reared its head with a roll of her eyes as you started to put the pieces together in your own.

"the-oh alice? alice is not my girlfriend. she is my best friend from home, she flew over with my parents from sweden for the game!" you laughed with a shake of your head, lias face now flushing red as she groaned again though clearly this time out of embarrassment as the reality of her actions came crashing down.

"oh my god. please forget about this and-" lia slurred with a shake of her head, again trying to stand as you quickly pulled her back down. "i did not realise you were asking me out. i am...i am not good at reading people." now it was your turn to blush, having had this problem for years now even before you'd come out prior to moving to england from sweden for football.

"i just invited other people because i thought you wanted to be friends, you were one of the first people to make me feel very welcome when i signed." you confessed with a soft smile, poking at her shoulder.

"but if you were still interested, i would really like to go out. with you! just you." you quickly clarified with a somewhat nervous smile, lias eyes almost bugging out of her head at your disclosure, mouth ajar with surprise.

"careful. the wind might change and you will be stuck!" you teased, her mouth snapping shut as a silence fell between the two of you, but lias head was anything but as beth and leahs words rang out inside it.

"can i kiss you?" the midfielder blurted out suddenly, once again the alcohol pumping in her system taking control as you looked a little taken aback and regret flooded through her instead.

"no i am so sorry i have had a lot to drink and i-" but she couldn't finish her sentence as you leaned forward, one hand gently falling to her cheek as you cleared the gap between you, a short but sweet kiss pressed to her lips making her head swim in a way not at all related to the alcohol.

"did you let leah be your bartender? you taste like a pirate." you whispered teasingly, moving a few loose strands of hair out of her face as lia blinked slowly and you grinned.

"a pirate?" "pirates drink rum. no?"

at that lia let out a laugh, relaxing just a little as you poked her nose and smiled, moving back to give her some more personal space, flashing a thumbs up at alice who held up her phone with the uber app loaded, pointing to you and lia with a raised eyebrow.

"come on, lets get you home." you stood and held out your hands to help her do the same. "but our date?" lia frowned in confusion making you laugh as you hauled her up, almost falling down as her body weight immediately swayed and crashed into you, both of you around the same height and build.

"how about you sober up a little wälti, get some sleep, and we can go for dinner tomorrow, on a date."

[aliwritex]

oscar thoughts: college student!reader riding his thigh 18+ 1.2k

notes: he’s a bit clueless in this and it was caused because of this pic. it’s quite silly but i like this don’t be mean

Chess at a house party. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a party and it wasn’t a house. But chess wasn’t really in your plans for the end of semester gathering. Fine, it wasn’t a gathering either, something in between. Your apartment was full of classmates, most of them, dancing, talking or having a drink. But in the corner of the living room sat your roommate and two of his friends, playing chess.

“What are you doing? This is an excuse to not use our brains and you’re ruining it.”

“Oh, come here, you have to play Oscar, he’s too good. Think you could beat him though.”

“Scott, I’m not gonna play chess when I’m hosting a party”

“Cmon, everyone’s set and having fun, have a game, please, Oscar’s feeling a little out of place.”

You were familiar with Oscar, he was friends with Scott, your roommate, and you’d met him a couple times, he was nice, polite and hot. So you sat down, watching the boy replace the pieces to the right spots.

“Best of three?”

“For what?”

“Don’t know yet, i’ll decide while we play” you teased and watched him nod and sign at the table, letting you know you had the white pieces.

Oscar won the first match, you the second, gathering low cheering from your two friends that watched.

“Right, if I win this one, I get to take you to my room for ‘seven minutes in heaven’ or more” you teased.

Said and done, you won the last round. Maybe he let you but you didn’t mind. You both got up and you took his hand in yours, guiding him to the other side of the apartment as your friends cheered on him.

You sat him on the bed and he just stared up at you.

“Are you a virgin?” you bluntly asked the boy and watched him blush uncontrollably.

“I- what? No!”

Watching him stutter made you smile. You walked across the room, taking off your shoes and looking around your vanity for a clip to hold your hair up.

“You sure act like one” you told him through the mirror “relax a little”

Oscar could swear he got a peak of your underwear when you bent over to do so.

“Seeing I’m the winner, think I'm gonna claim my prize. And I’ve wanted to do this for a while”

Your confession made him choke on his breath as he watched you walk over to him. Your finger reached out for his chin, making him lift his head, brown eyes staring up at you through lashes. You kissed his pouty lips, sitting on his thigh. Your action knocked the breath out of his lungs, he could not respond to your kiss for a second.

“C’mon, don’t be so shy”

You guided his hands to your waist, under your flowy shirt. They were cold and slightly shaking but the touch felt good, reassuring. Your short skirt had bunched up around your hips, allowing you to feel his thigh muscles right against your underwear as you kissed. Your hands dived into his already messy hair as your tongue made it into his mouth.

His thumbs caressed your sides softly, a tentative touch that showed him getting more confident. His hands then reached up your back, lifting your shirt to expose your stomach and allowing him to catch a glimpse of a tattoo he didn’t know about, it made him curious.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked when your lips left his to explore his neck.

You chuckled at his question and slowly pulled away from him “Just sit here for me, yeah? Wanna use you for bit”

Your lips met his again and your hands dropped to take his to your hips. Then you started to move.

You had a particularly thin pair of panties on that allowed you to feel the texture of his shorts against your skin as your hips dragged forwards. You moved back, arching your back and letting his hands follow your hips. When you bucked forwards again Oscar understood what you were doing and he was in shock. But as soon as he recomposed himself he spread his legs further, making his shorts ride up.

Then the only thing separating you was your underwear but he took care of that too. His hand carefully and slowly met your middle, tucking your panties to the side. You groaned when you felt your wet lips meet his thigh, his cool skin contrasting with your middle.

Your hips moved faster and the pleasure made your head fall back, letting Oscar watch your body moving, in awe. He could feel your thigh muscles flexing beneath his hands as you moved and he was watching the way your breathing became ragged.

Your hands left his shoulders for a second, just to pull down the straps of your top, it made your boobs fall out of it, right on his face. Then you were back at it, hips moving fast, hands grabbing his shoulders, tits on his face and occasional pretty moans, you were putting on a show for him.

And it was working. He was watching like he didn’t want to miss a second of your performance. And you could feel his hard cock pressing against your knee when you moved. You couldn’t lie, it felt powerful to have him like that, under you, watching so mesmerized. You would love to concentrate on his face to see his reactions but you were already feeling your insides tighten.

Moans started coming out of your lips with no filter, you knew the music in the apartment was loud enough that only Oscar would hear them. Your thighs tightened around his and almost stopped you from moving. You were about to lose your high when his hands met your hips again and helped your movements.

You squeezed his shoulders tightly when you came, legs also tensing up around his till he was trapped. He made sure to keep his eyes on you as you did, watching your face contorting with pleasure, head thrown back and mouth open, a strangled moan making its way out.

He sighed when your head finally dropped to his shoulder and your body relaxed on top of him.

“Didn’t know you had a tattoo” he whispered to the side of your neck as his thumb caressed the mark on your stomach.

“I don’t go around showing it to everyone. Maybe you could see all of it some day though.” you teased as you pulled away, kissing his lips quickly.

A string of wetness connected your cunt to his thigh when you got up, the view making him groan. He watched from the bed as you pulled your straps back up and your skirt down but instead of straightening up your panties you took them off. You thought about it for a second before throwing them on his lap.

“You sort yourself out,” you told him through the mirror again as you let your hair down this time, now allowing him a view of your wet cunt when you bent over, “see you outside”

Oscar just watched you walk out of the room, he couldn’t say anything, just throw his body back on the bed and think about what happened.

[lara4eclipze]

» I Miss Us

sypnosis: lara was never one to be in situationships nor talking stages, she claimed it was stupid and would only end up with ones heart broken or yearning — yet here she was missing you her only situationship

warning: angst, situationship, hurt no comfort, swearing, ghosting, italics for flashbacks, etc

talks: I'm so sorry for those requests i haven't written yet BUT trust i am gonna write some and release them maybe today and tomorrow!, thank you for your patience ^^

taglist: @ohmyhaely @nyssalvr @vrtualstar @c-yerim @jellaaa @nakylvr @chuugetmesohigh

lara stared at her phone, at your conversation to be specific — it's been two months since you two have even chatted, in lara's opinion is the longest two months of her life

lara used to get excited just staying up and chatting with you — sneaking out of the dorms just to have drinks or eat out with you, it didn't matter that she could've been caught by her management — what mattered to her was you

the door to the kats shared house creeks louder than lara would've wanted — her eyes adjust to the dark environment only to make out a figure standing near the kitchen, their leader sophia

"where have you been?!, you know i have been worried sick? i called everyone including your mom!" sophia screams at lara, maybe for the first time in a while — atleast lara wants to pretend like so

in reality lara has been on sophias nerves ever since she started to talking to you — she always left without telling anyone she would be lazy in practices just so that she can chat with you

"go to your room — and whoever it is you are meeting up with, stop it lara you're getting too distracted" sophia mutters trying to keep her calm demeanor "stop telling me what to do" lara snaps back

"do it or ill tell the management team" sophia threatened, it all just stopped from that moment on — lara had to choose between her needs and wants, she walked silently to her shared room fidgeting with her phone

she debated whether to chat you or listen to sophia yet as much as she hated what she was gonna do she did it

she ghosted you.

the first week was confusing to say the least — lara who always chatted with you through every platform was now getting cold?, her usual energetic response to your chats were now replaced with "yeah" or "okay"

the second week was weird, lara had took almost 2 - 3 days just to respond to you, you double texted you had even called her a few times yet it always ended with her giving you a honestly lame excuse

the third to fourth week hurted the most, lara had fully ghosted you, she didn't respond at all, you knew she was active on her socials i mean she posted every week — she always saw your texts she just chose not to open them, you got desperate for even a drop of her attention, it got so bad to the point you tried contacting her other mutual friends

by the second month you had started to accept what had happened — you didn't wait for a notification from her user anymore, you didnt expect a miracle to happen

lara breaths heavily as she back reads on your chats — it took all of her courage not to call you during all of this, she tried and tried making herself believe that you were just a waste of time that you were just a distraction

yet every little thing makes her remember you, late night trips?, your favorite food, even your scent — it all comes back to you

maybe you were meant for eachother just not in this time not in this moment — she sighs massaging her temples, her lips pressed into a thin line as longing creeps into her

she types then deletes again, types and then deletes — maybe it was too long?, too casual? — lara over analyzed her text to you, until she just typed something simple

a notification pops up on your phone, it was 2 am who would be awake in such hour?

my laru♡: hi, how are you?

your heart sinks, everything you've worked so hard for has come down to this moment, moving on, crying even denial that she ghosted you

y/n: I'm good.

lara's mood shifts, you really are gone — the period on the end of the sentence and the proper grammar, screamed over her

my laru♡: I'm sorry, i miss us

you wanted to respond saying you do too, you missed hours and hours of taking with her — laughing at the stupidest things ever, god even that stupid nickname she had in your chats

y/n: me too.

yet as reality dawns on lara, its all a sick cycle — she could never date you, because of her career, she just wanted to pretend that it didnt matter just for a few more minutes

[luvyeni]

60 SECONDS 𝕼. ( 방찬 )

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( ㅤ방찬혁 x fem!reader )   ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. gore, mentions of blood, unprotected sex, oral (f), major character death word count. 1.5k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

synopsis … one minute; he turned his head for one minute, 60 seconds — and he lost everything …

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ i talked about this fic a while ago and i just now decided to write cause im watching a zombie tv show ..

one minute; he turned his head for one minute, 60 seconds — and he lost everything. his only reason for surviving this hell he called a life.

when chan found you three years ago; the rotten corpses had already taken over, the streets no longer looked the same. the skies seemed to be a permanent grey, the smell of blood and rotten flesh engraved on everything, you couldn’t escape it. chan wasn’t alone, no he had his brothers that he took care of with no question; which was what he was doing when he found you — and you added a little bit of life to his dark depressing life.

he was looking for supplies in one of the rundown stores in town to take back to the house on the outskirts of town where it was mostly safe — not completely safe but they could rest their heads. he’d been searching for something that jeongin wanted, although they were in a tough situation he still tried to do things to lift their spirits… even if that meant looking for small things such as chocolate.

he heard the zombie before he heard your whimpering. pulling the knife out his pocket, ready to stab the corpse in the head — turning the corner to see you scrunched in a ball on the floor, the zombies foot was stuck under a shelf so he was confused why haven’t you moved. “please kill it.” you looked up at him. he watched you close your eyes, before punching the knife into the already dead things head. “get up.” he wiped the blood on his pants legs.

you stood up; backpack on. “thank you.” you said. “why don’t you have a weapon?” he asked. “they didn’t give me one.” you said. “you have a team? where are they?” you shrugged. “they left me.” you said; makes sense. “they left you alone without a weapon, when?” he said. “yesterday.”

“so you’ve survived by pure luck.” you nodded, smiling. which made him chuckle. “and chocolate that i stole out of that box over there.” you unzipped the bag taking a bar out. “here , for killing that thing over there.” you handed him the chocolate. “i’ll be on my way now.” you grimaced as you stepped over the thing. “gross.” he knew you wouldn’t make it another night without a weapon; he wasn’t sure if you’d even survive with one. “hold on.” he said , stopping you in your tracks. “yeah?” you asked, he felt a warmness spreading through his body the way you smiled at him. “come home with me, i can help you.”

over the past three year he’s fallen deeper in love with you; you’ve become such a beacon of light for everyone in the house; even when you’re all covered in blood from fighting off the zombies or down to the last rations of your food, you still find a way to make all of them smile, or laugh.

you were his only source of light in his life; and in five seconds it was all snatched away from him. you weren’t even supposed to be out with him , but felix who normally went with him on these runs, hurt his ankle with fighting off a zombie so you volunteered to replace him. chan tried to tell you no, just let him go alone, but as much as he loved you he could also admit you could be stubborn — god did he wish he forced you to stay in and let him go alone.

the moment he heard your screams of pain; he felt his whole world crashing down on top of him. “yn!” he ran through the aisle of the supermarket looking for you. “help me please!” he couldn’t have run any faster , knife in hand , plunging it deep inside its head — but it was too late. “ch-chan.” you stared at him with teary eyes. “no.” he said. “you’re fine , you’re gonna be fine.” but you both knew it was a lie; you saw the bite mark on your leg. “you’re gonna be fine.”

“chan you have to let me go.” he ran back to the house with you in his arms. “no , we have time to fix this , we can fix this.” he said through his own tears. “do-do what chan?” you said. “fucking something!” he shouted , almost kicking the door off the hinges. “whoa , what’s wrong!?.” the boys jumped ready for whatever. “help , please help.” he called out for minho who he always went to when he didn’t know what to do. “chan.” minho stared at his friend; someone who never showed emotions like this breakdown. “you know there’s nothing we can do.” you felt him squeezing you tighter. “chan.” you whispered; he pushed past everyone to take you back to the room you shared.

“what is he doing?” changbin said; everyone could feel the heaviness their friend had on his heart. “just give him time.” minho said. “he doesn’t have that much time, he knows what he has to do.”

“chan- please don’t say anything.” he whispered against your skin. “but i have to say something.” you said with a weak smile. “i want you to do it.” he closed his eyes, sucking in a breath. “i-i can’t.” he said. “i can’t do it.” he could feel the tears welding in his eyes. “please , we both know you don’t want the boys to do it.” you were right; you always were… he wished you were wrong this time. “come here.” you pulled him close. “i love you okay?” you ran your fingers through his curly hair. “say you love me back.”

“of course i love you.” he said. “i don’t think i’ve loved anyone else as much as i love you.” he pressed his lips against yours, his lips were salty from his tears. “ch-chan.” you felt his lips on your neck, your hand gripping his hair sighing. “we-we can’t.” he didn’t say anything, lifting your shirt above your hips. “please just let me do this.” he kissed right above your waist. “please.” he looked up with a pleading look. “ok-okay.” he pulled your pants down , being mindful of your leg. “baby.” he choked out , kissing in between your thighs. “chris.” you moaned out as he kissed your clothed cunt. “chan i need you.”

he wasted no time , pulling your panties off , diving right into your cunt. “chan fuck!” you moaned as he licked and sucked on your clit. he licked your cunt like he was a starving man, holding your legs open as his nose brushed on your sensitive bud. “chan , channie im not gonna last.” you moaned , grinding your hips against his mouth. “fuck , im gonna cum.” he felt your grip tightening on his hair as you came on his tongue. “oh my god.”

he pulled away; his lips glistening. “i need you chan.” you pulled at his waist. “please.” he unbuckled his pants, pulling his pants down enough to free his cock. “shh baby.” he kissed your forehead, whispering. “i got you.” you hissed feeling him entering you; his cock stretching you out. “chan!” you moaned as he fully bottomed out. “fu-fuck.” he cursed , moving his hips, slowly grinding into you. “fuck you feel so good.”

every good memory he shared with you ran through his mind as he began to pick up his speed. every small thing you did for him. “fu-fuck chan i love you so much.” you moaned out. “fuck me , chan.” you screamed his name. he didn’t want this to end; he didn’t want to lose you, he didn’t know how he was supposed to go on without you. “fuck im gonna cum.” you screamed , gripping the sheets “fuck im cumming!”

he stopped feeling you clench around him and that’s all he needed for him to cum. “shit.” he hissed , pressing his lips against yours , his hands engulfing yours , swallowing up your moans in a kiss , holding you close as if he was never gonna let you go… “please don’t let me turn.” you whispered in his ear. “it’s time.”

“no.” he was full on sobbing now; holding you closer to his skin. “i don’t want to.” he said. “you have to.” you said , you could feel your body growing colder and colder. “i dont have much time.” you said. “go get minho , let him do it then.” he couldn’t; he was already losing you , he couldn’t care putting his friend through that, as much as he wanted to. he couldn’t do it. “i love you.” he said. “i love you too.”

then you fell limp in his arms; and he let out a loud sob — because he knew what was coming and he promised you he wouldn’t do that. so he reached for the knife he kept next to him in bed; holding it to the back of your head , right in that spot he knew would end it immediately. he closed his eyes before pushing the knife into your head , a painful scream falling from his lips. he didn’t care if the zombies heard him or not , he lost all his will to live.

he lost it all in sixty seconds …

©️LUVYENI

[bl-bracket]

Deserved Better Round 2: Black (Not Me) vs White (Dead Friend Forever)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Black: "He got beat into a coma (his former bffs fault), his twin brother took over his life, none of the people in his little revolutionary group seem to like him (fair enough I guess but still), and when he wakes up from the coma and everything is settled his twin brother basicly still takes his place and he's just told to find his place. Somewhere else."

"Black was put in a coma by one of the people most important to him and when he came out of it, he'd been replaced in his own life by his twin brother who everyone liked better than him. Black wasn't the most likable guy in the world but at the end he's just like "well I guess I don't have friends anymore". The gang didn't seem to care about him even after he saved their asses from getting arrested. He should've been part of that group hug and I'll die mad about it."

"He gets torn away from the twin he loves and has a litteral psychic link with as a child and left with an apparently emotionally neglectful, if not abusive, mother and his dad just decides he’s dead to him now. He was an litteral 10 year old kid at the time no less. Then as an adult he’s betrayed by his life long best friend/maybe ex boyfriend if the very not straight way they interacted is anything to go by and ends up beaten into a coma by his thugs and nearly killed. His friend straight up don’t notice he’s not himself when his brother steals his identity and when he finally wakes up and takes his life back they all decide they like White more and tell him white is actually better at their work than him, his ex moves on with one of his friends and even when everything works out in the end he doesn’t get his life back cause it’s all essentially white’s now. He haunts the narrative even when he’s alive because he’s lost everything and yet he’s not even mad at his brother cause he loves him so much. Yeah he’s absolutely a dick, but OUCH that sucks to experience."

White: "he literally didn't do anything wrong 😭 he died to punish tee, whom white didn't know the truth about. not only did he DIE to punish tee, he got murdered BY tee to punish TEE. white just wanted to chill with his boyfriend guys"

"Literally was just minding his own business. Absolutely did not deserve to be collateral damage in [spoiler]'s revenge plan. If anyone should've been able to get out of that house alive, it's White"

[wonderlanddreamer]

[1925] The Shelby-Lee Residence.

When Luca Changretta sent the Italians to ambush John Shelby, he didn’t count on somebody being there to give him a heads up. [Season 4 - Episode 1]

[Part of The Lydia Saga]

The road stretched long and endless beneath the pale, overcast sky, the only sound the steady hum of the engine as Michael drove through the desolate countryside. The landscape rolled by in muted colours, fields of green and brown passing like a sombre painting under the diffused daylight. Lydia Shelby huddled in the backseat, her small frame pressed against the cold, unyielding leather. The thick coat wrapped around her did little to stave off the chill that seemed to seep into her bones. She felt almost invisible, a ghost in the back of Michael's car, her presence concealed beneath layers of fabric and shadows.

She knew she shouldn’t be there, and the thought of Tommy's inevitable fury sent a shiver down her spine. His temper was legendary, and she could already picture the storm in his eyes when he found out shehimd done.

Tommy had insisted she stay with him and Charlie at Arrow House, a fortress meant to keep her safe. Yet even when he was there, he wasn't truly present. His gaze was distant, clouded by the weight of business and burdens that seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment. She missed the warmth of family—the laughter, the chaos, the love. She missed John and Esme, and her nieces and nephews, the vibrant tapestry of life that they wove together.

When whispers of the black hand began to circulate, a sinister omen of danger lurking in the shadows, Lydia saw her opportunity. Michael had dropped off Ada and Polly with her, Charlie and Tommy at Charlie's yard, and in a moment of daring, she had seized her chance. Slipping into Michael's car, she curled herself into the floor, making herself as small and silent as possible. By the time Michael realized she was with him, they were already miles away, the city skyline fading into the distance.

“Jesus Christ, Lydia,” he had hissed, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration, barely sparing her a glance as he gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity. “You snuck into my fucking car?”

Lydia met his gaze with defiance, lifting her chin. “I wanted to see John.”

Michael muttered something under his breath, shaking his head in exasperation. “Tommy’s gonna kill me, you know that?”

But there was no turning back. The Italians were coming, a relentless tide of danger that threatened to sweep away everything and everyone. Michael's priority was clear: he had to get John, Esme, and the kids back with the rest of the family before it was too late.

The moment they pulled up to John's house, a warmth spread through Lydia's chest, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile atmosphere of Arrow House. Here, the light spilled generously from the windows, casting a welcoming glow that cut through the dreary day. The sound of Esme’s laughter floated through the air, mixing with the lively chatter and clatter from within, creating a symphony of life that Lydia had sorely missed. This place was chaotic, alive, and undeniably real—a home.

John stood outside, a solid figure near the porch, arms crossed as he watched the car approach. His sharp gaze flickered past Michael, dismissing him momentarily, and landed on the small figure emerging from the backseat. His entire posture shifted from casual observation to alert surprise.

"Lydia?"

His voice was different, stripped of its usual teasing and cocky edge, replaced by genuine surprise. He stepped forward, brows furrowing in confusion. "What the fuck—?" His eyes darted to Michael, suspicion and disbelief evident. “You brought her?”

Michael groaned, the sound heavy with exasperation, as he rubbed a hand down his face. "She snuck into the car, John. I didn’t even realize she was there ‘til halfway through."

John’s expression darkened slightly, his grip tightening on his sleeves as if to suppress a rising wave of frustration. He looked down at Lydia, his blue eyes searching hers for some explanation or reassurance. "What the fuck were you thinkin’, eh?" His voice wasn’t angry, not really. It was more exasperated, a mixture of concern and disbelief. “Sneakin’ off to come here?”

Lydia lifted her chin, trying to maintain a facade of defiance. “I wanted to see you.”

For a moment, John just stared at her, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and concern. Then, with a heavy sigh, he leaned down to her level, his hands resting gently on her arms. “Jesus, Lyds.” He shook his head, his expression softening just slightly, revealing the depth of his worry. “You can’t be doin’ that. It ain't safe.”

She looked away, guilt threading through her bravado, settling like a weight in her chest. But before John could say anything more, Michael cleared his throat, injecting urgency into the moment.

"You need to come with us to Charlie's yard," Michael said, his voice tight with urgency. “You, Esme, the kids. Get in the car, alright? We need to go.”

John let out a humourless laugh, shaking his head as he straightened to his full height. "Oh, fuck off, Michael—"

Michael cut him off, stepping closer. "This isn't a joke, John. This is the Italian fuckin' mafia."

John scoffed, folding his arms, his voice dripping with disbelief. "You seriously came all this way just to tell me to run?" His eyes narrowed, challenging. "I ain't runnin', Michael."

Michael’s patience snapped, his frustration boiling over. "It’s not just you, John! You wanna play the tough bastard, fine, but what about Esme? The kids? You gonna let them get caught up in this just because you’re too fucking stubborn?"

The tension was thick, hanging in the air like a storm ready to break.

Lydia, standing a few feet away, glanced between them. She knew how John was—proud, fearless, sometimes to a fault. But she also saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, the way his fingers twitched slightly at his sides, betraying the conflict within him.

Just then, Esme stepped onto the porch, her presence a sudden force of nature, and suddenly, there were three voices battling for dominance on the front porch.

But Lydia wasn’t listening anymore.

Her gaze had drifted past them, beyond the house, beyond the escalating argument that seemed to grow more distant with each second. The world around her faded into a blur of sounds, leaving her alone with the chill creeping up her spine.

Something was moving in the treeline.

A flicker of darkness, barely discernible, shifting against the backdrop of the sky like shadows playing tricks on the mind.

Lydia's chest tightened, a vice-like grip squeezing the air from her lungs.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, a relentless drumbeat that drowned out everything else.

At first, she thought maybe it was nothing. Just shadows in the distance. A trick of the eyes. But then—

A glint of metal, catching the faint light like a beacon of danger.

A silhouette lowered into a crouch, blending into the underbrush with practised ease.

Her stomach dropped, a cold dread pooling in the pit of her gut.

Guns.

They had guns.

Her breath caught in her throat, panic clawing its way up her ribs, freezing her in place. For a moment, she couldn’t move—couldn’t breathe. She tried to tell herself she was wrong, that she wasn’t seeing what she thought she was, but then—

Another shift. More figures emerging from the shadows, their movements deliberate and coordinated.

Too many of them.

A warning screamed in her head, but her voice wouldn’t come, trapped behind the fear constricting her throat.

Move. Say something. Do something.

Then, something snapped inside her.

“John!”

Her voice cracked, raw and desperate, cutting through the air like a lifeline thrown amidst chaos.

John’s head turned sharply toward her, his brows pulling together in confusion and alarm.

Lydia’s breathing was ragged, her hands shaking uncontrollably. She pointed wildly toward the trees. "They’re here! They—they’ve got guns!"

The world erupted into chaos.

A gunshot cracked through the air, a deafening sound that shattered the fragile calm.

The first bullet hit the wooden fencepost inches from where John had been standing, sending splinters flying.

John had moved, instinct kicking in, adrenaline surging through his veins. He lunged for the shotgun propped against the house. “Fucking bastards—”

Another shot whistled past, splintering the car, shards of metal and glass scattering like lethal confetti.

Michael cursed, his movements swift and decisive as he grabbed Lydia by the coat, shoving her behind him with urgency.

“Get down!” he shouted, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of gunfire.

Esme screamed, the sound piercing and filled with terror as she bolted toward the house, her bare feet pounding against the ground in a desperate bid to reach her children, while bullets rained down around them, turning their home into a battleground.

John stepped in front of Lydia, his frame a solid barrier between her and the chaos unfolding before them. The air was thick with tension, every sound amplified by the adrenaline coursing through their veins. He fired back, his stance firm, his focus unyielding. "Stay behind me!" he shouted over the gunfire, his voice rough and commanding, cutting through the chaos like a lifeline.

Lydia trembled, her ears ringing with each explosive crack of gunfire that seemed to reverberate through her very bones. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the urgency of the situation.

The Italians had planned an ambush. Their movements were calculated and precise, a deadly dance intended to catch John off guard and eliminate him swiftly.

But they hadn’t expected her.

John fired again, the muzzle flash briefly illuminating his determined expression as he dropped one of the bastards where he stood. "Michael, left—now!" he barked, his voice urgent, cutting through the chaos like a blade.

Michael barely hesitated, his body moving with agility. He swung to the left, his breath sharp and ragged as he took down another assailant with a precision born of necessity.

But as he moved, a shot rang out—a sharp, piercing crack that seemed to slice through the night. Michael staggered, a look of shock and pain flashing across his face. He clutched his side, blood seeping through his fingers, staining the fabric of his shirt a dark, ominous red.

Lydia watched, frozen in place, as John reloaded—his jaw clenched, his shoulders squared, his hands steady despite the chaos surrounding them.

Her brother. A fighter. Even in the face of danger, he stood his ground, unwavering.

By the time the last shot faded into silence, the echoes lingering like a haunting reminder of what had transpired, bodies lay in the dirt, what once was peace now forever marked by violence.

Michael exhaled sharply, his breath ragged as he pressed a hand to his wound, trying to stem the flow of blood. “Jesus fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained yet laced with relief. Esme rushed out with rags in her hands, kneeling to press them against his wound.

John turned, his eyes scanning the aftermath before they landed on Lydia. His face was tense but softened slightly at the sight of her, a momentary reprieve amidst the chaos. He crouched, his hands gripping her arms gently, grounding her in the reality of the moment.

"You saw ‘em comin’," he murmured, a mix of gratitude and disbelief colouring his words.

Lydia, still shaking, nodded, tears threatening to spill over as relief and fear collided within her.

John let out a breath, pulling her into his chest, his embrace warm and reassuring. "You saved us, Lyds," he whispered into her hair, the weight of his words settling over them both.

Lydia clung to him, her fingers curling into his coat, desperate to hold onto this moment, this proof that they had survived.

She knew that the war wasn’t over, that the threat still lingered, a shadow over their lives.

But tonight, John Shelby was still standing, and for now, that was enough.

[sunfloo-wers]

This can only go well I'm sure

I'm going to do it, I'm going to open up a google docs and start writing the fic that has been plaguing me for the past month!

I hope this goes well, I have a feeling it'll either be months until I'm next seen with a novel that I don't remember writing or I'll be back in 20 minutes with a blank google doc

WELP

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety

[simgerale]

me after attempting to get back into sims and realizing i had a lot more to do than play the game

[cator99]

I always get detained at da border because PROFUNC never ended but basically I'm like if a targeted individual didn't even care

[tenwhiteandalusians]

pertaining to the idea of tenax’s band of strays i do think it’s touching that the kids are the ones who saved him and waited outside the door to make sure he’s okay. for all tenax claims to be harsh and cruel it’s a fine indicator of his character that the kids won’t rest without him and are there every time he’s in danger.

[pissfaggit]

local neighborhood pervert sucking on your windows

[autumnhobbit]

my parents house genuinely just makes me so sad

[keeps-ache]

every time i think the inks are gonna be Really hard the colours are harder.. always there to keep me in check hvfsh

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

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[lecliss]

My mom came home and said she got my cousin (not the 6yo) a ps5 for Christmas. Jesus fucking christ.