#god i am so tired i was literally just sitting here staring at this shit for like two hours

[potchi-fics]

break in (part two of attention)

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      jingling keys fill the hallway, shakily putting the key into your apartment. you cant help but berate yourself for the mess you've caused earlier: what the fuck am i doing. after a few seconds, you let out a breath of relief as you finally step inside your home.

"oh my god," you shrug your coat off, hanging it. "thats the last time im ever doing that."

      you make your way into your living room, noticing how everything looks the same but yet different-- you take a look around: the lights are off, the rug is untouched, and my couch is..

shit.

"surprised?" her familiar rough voice sends chills up your spine, "nice place you got here, topsider."

you carefully but slowly grab your slightly tainted with blood dagger, "leave."

      a scowl forms on your tired face, eyebrows furrowing, and your stance tensing up. leisurely, she rises to her feet; you just barely see the smoke she puffs out. her height is a bit intimidating, you admit. her mechanical arm is glowing in the dim room, and her muscular back. god, she looks so solid. 

her muscular back?

your train of thought gets cut off when she turns to finally look at you, her stupid mouth turning into a smirk. right then and there, you think to yourself that you already hate her.

she stubs out her cigarette on your table, "what were you-"

"are you serious?" your face morphs into anger now, "thats a very expensive table."

      sevika's shoulder slumps at what you said, but you paid no mind to her. only pushing her aside to get the cigarette and clean the ash, patting the remnants of the cig rather furiously. she tries again, only to get cut off again by you suddenly turning your heated gaze at her.

"look, i dont know what you want from me," you step towards her, dagger in hand. "but have some respect."

      before you can lecture her again, she swings her fist at you, which you swiftly dodge. she tried to grab you using her mechanical arm. however, you batted it away with your right hand-- throwing a slash of your dagger right back at her, successfully making a small wound in the corner of her lip. you attempt to combo with a hook to her rib, but you aren't so lucky this time because she evades, grabbing you and pulling you close: she smells like wood and cigarette. 

she puts her face close to yours, "you sure youre just an engineer, topsider?" you grit your teeth, "you sure know how to fight."

"let me go," using the element of surprise; you headbutt her, "what do you want from me?"

      you dont miss how she stumbles back, you also dont miss how she smirks at your actions. 

you roll your eyes, "you into that shit?"

"only if youre into it," sevika throws back. "look, im not here to fight, topsider."

sevika almost laughs at how your jaw drops, "girl, fuck do you mean im not here to fight? you literally threw a punch first."

      she smirks once more, pissing you even more off. sevika gives you a shrug before plopping down on your newly washed cushions, her dirty boots finally stepping on your rug.

"you know what, you may be sevika, silco's righthand woman," you march at her, "but dont be putting your dirty clothes on my shit."

sevika ignores you, "what, you scared im gonna dirty your shit?"

"yes, thats exactly it, sevika." you deadpan.

      you take a sit in front of her, using the other couch-- still wary. you take this time to stare at her again. assessing what she's wearing; to see if she has any more weapons, of course. your eyes roam from her thick thighs up to her waist, and finally reaching her face. christ, those cheekbones and jaw-- the things you would do. but a spark from her mechanical arm catches your arm. you tilt your head, analyzing on why thats happening.

"done staring?" you roll your eyes for what feels like a thousand times now, "i need you to fix my arm. did my research on you, and i know youre capable of fixing my damn arm."

you give sevika an are-you-fucking-kidding-me look, "why would you break into my home for that? you couldve gone to my shop."

      she only replies with a lazy shrug, annoying you again. the world really is testing your patience. you thought you'd be scared of the woman in front of you; never did you think that you'd be annoyed instead. 

      she only replies with a lazy shrug, annoying you again. the world really is testing your patience. you thought you'd be scared of the woman in front of you; never did you think that you'd be annoyed instead. you still dont trust her, still mad that she broke into your home, started a fight, and is making herself at home.

"if i fix it, will you leave?" she nods, not saying anything. "fine. stay here, dont even move an inch."

      you hurriedly get your toolbox, desperate to get rid of her. you come back to her still on your couch; she's basically taking up all the damn space in it. she looks at you as you pull up a chair beside her whirring arm. you take another look at it, and from the looks of it, the damage is most likely inside, seeing how it is perfectly fine: a few dents here and there, but overall fine.

with hesitation, you ask the zaunite, "may i?"

"go for it, topsider." she offers you her arm.

you scoff at her, "please stop calling me that."

      you begin to unscrew the tiny screws using your electric screwdriver, putting the screws aside, you pull the cover. the wirings are a mess. you asses it for a few seconds before going to work again; you grumble a few curses out because of the messy wiring, saying how can anyone be so careless.

"y'know, instead of punching me," you plug the loose wire back into its place, "punch the bitch who made this mess."

      a snort escapes from her, not expecting your vulgarity. not one word is said after that, and you let it stay that way; breathing and the noises of your tools are only heard in your quiet apartment, finally relaxing while rebuilding her arm. minutes pass and youre screwing the last screw into her arm before patting it.

you tell her, "all done, im not expecting any payment since its just a loose wire."

"not bad, topsider." sevika takes a look at her brand new-ish arm.

      you stand up and wordlessly point to your door, wanting her to leave as soon as possible because, at this point, you just want to sleep. you just want to feel your soft pillows and soft mattress. 

"oh," she walks to your window instead, "i didnt enter there."

    i hate you so much.

[joaniscruzing]

sailor song - part 1 - e.w.

I am so glad to be writing a series again you guys! Heads up though, I am in school now, so I do need to focus on my studies, which means I can't crank out chapters once a day like I used to!

Y'all. I love Jackson Ellie. I legit have a Halloween costume of this on standby.

Summary: Mostly exposition, reader meets Ellie after a lot of staring from afar.

Warnings: Talks of religion

A/N: I'm trying to set this on after the events of TLOU II. In my head, I always feel like Ellie went back to Jackson and tried to start over and forget everything. I feel like she'd try to better herself, especially after literally losing everything. Also, let me know if you'd like to be tagged in the next chapter.

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In Jackson, you normally went on about your day. You would wake up, pray, have the occasional outing, go on patrol, and then go back to your abode, where you would sleep. You always noticed Ellie though. Her presence, full of light, darkening as time passed, always penetrated your carelessness towards any outside happenings–or people.

You liked how Ellie carried herself, confident, and taking no shit from nobody. However, you also knew of Ellie’s sexuality, which, in your books, was a sin. While you would typically disregard sinners, there was just something about Ellie that drew you in. You didn’t know if it was the two pools of green mystery that were her eyes, or her low, but enchanting voice. Sometimes you would look from afar, watching her laugh as she smoked her joint and coughed, wondering if you and her would ever cross paths in the future. You presumed that she was too cool for you, too rebellious. In fact, you thought that in a normal world, she’d be a celebrity, as famous as Anne Hathaway, an actress from a movie you had loved watching during the movie nights in Jackson as a little kid, The Princess Diaries.

You didn’t know why you were religious, you supposed that it was a way for you to make some sense of the situation around you. After all, you could sum up this apocalypse as just part of God’s plan; and you wouldn’t have to overthink about the issues that came from it and the harshness of the situation. That aside, you wore the cross necklace you found one day while exploring some abandoned building out of boredom proudly and constantly. You read your bible every night, in hopes that maybe it would help you understand your circumstances, and in hopes that there would be a heaven for you to go to in the future.

One day though, after a rather sleepless night, you found yourself heading into town for coffee, looking rather disheveled. You were so tired, in fact, that you didn’t realize that your coffee was sloshing all around in its cup, and getting all over you.

“Hey!” Ellie called, running behind you.

“Huh?” you replied wearily, snapping out of it immediately when you realized who it was. Crap. It’s Ellie Williams.

“Hey, uh, you seem like you shouldn’t be running back to your house with burning hot coffee. Why don’t you come over here for a bit and drink it?”

“Oh, I didn’t realize that the coffee had gotten all over me. Please excuse my appearance,” you reply embarrassedly, “I’m fine though, thank you for the offer.”

“Then I’ll go with you to your house then.”

“Okay, didn’t realize you’re into stalking.”

“I’m into a lot more than just stalking” 

Your cheeks burn like hot coals. “I suppose I can drink some coffee with you.”

“Alright then. Should we go back to your house?”

“No, no, we can drink some coffee at that table over there.”

“Are you hiding something?” You look her in the eyes. You sense a twinge of skeptical energy coming from her, which, per the rumors you heard, was never a good sign.

“No! My house just isn’t clean right now.”

With that, you and Ellie sit down and you drink your coffee.

“Do you want me to get you some?”

“Oh fuck no, I’ve always hated coffee.”

[secretkinkz]

I'm requesting a father Sukuna and Sukuna's daughter's best friend, Y/N. Sukuna  looks at their thighs, low-cut top, and other things during the day and when Y/N's friend is asleep they go to the kitchen to get something to eat and they notice Sukuna sitting at the kitchen table doing work and Y/N's tries to tease him but it backfires. [PS love your work. Hope you are still writing. Much love!]

A/n: OMG, I can't even tell how long it's been since you requested this. I'm so sorry, I didn't know I even HAD submissions! I've been gone for a while but here, I did my best <3

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P s. Y'all don't think too much Abt the age. Literally. Don't. It might not make sense.

Modern AU

Warnings: Age gap (19/32), broken girl code, spitting, spanking, gagging, choking, hair pulling, male oral and, fem oral.

Enjoy~

So fucking rude, but he's fucking sexy. God, I can't stand him.

You stare at Sukuna from across the room as he stands in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, his back turned doing God knows what on his phone.

You were over to see Yuromi, his daughter, your best friend. Well, to be honest. You wanted to see him, you've only known Yuromi for 6 months, yesterday you met her dad.

It was your birthday party, her dad dropped her off and you were introduced to him. He nonchalantly nodded and drove off after telling his 21 year old daughter to be safe.

Yeah, she still lives with her dad, because she was afraid of the real world.

Yuromi had always been spoiled and clearly pampered by her father so she was afraid of leaving the house and he was completely fine with that. He was a single father so he doesn't have a reason to deny her.

But seriously, you were interested in him but Yuromi would be pissed if you actually tried him out. Would she? Then again, she was adopted. Sukuna adopted her when she was 10.

God, you wanted him though. To just fuck him, let him bend you over the counter and go balls deep.

His rough voice saying the most disgusting things that would leave you dripping for him. Fuck.

You had a chance, you often caught Sukuna staring at you. So you wore revealing clothes every time you went over. He would watch your ass whenever you bend over, sometimes you'd part your legs so he could see the lace panties you wore.

You squeeze your legs together just thinking about it.

"Hey, come on. Stop ignoring me.." Yuromi cocked her eyebrows, crossing her arms.

"It's late, sorry I'm tired." I mumbled.

"Shit, it is 1 am. Let's go to bed." She stood up from the couching and stretched.

"I'm going to bed dad, goodnight." She went over and hugged him, his kissed her forehead. "Sleep well." He said, as she smiled.

"Don't overwork yourself."

We went upstairs to her room. "Okay, in the morning we'll go to the concert. God, I can't wait." She squealed, hugging you.

You chuckled, she was excited over a classical show. Beethoven's fur Elise, would be performed.

"Alright, I'll wake you up." You waved as you went into the room next to hers..

It was only an hour later when you got hungry, so you decided to go downstairs.

To your surprise, Sukuna was sitting at the table on his laptop.

You slowed down and stared at him for a moment before going into the kitchen. "Don't mind me." You whispered, grabbing a water bottle instead before moving to the table.

"What do you want?" He asked, picking up his pen. "Nothing..." You lean forward, letting your oversized tank top shift a little.

"You know for someone who's only known me for less than 3 months, you sure are comfortable wearing those clothes around my house." He said coldly, meeting your gaze. You nearly melt seeing his intense glare.

"I'm sorry, I'll dress better." You run lick your lips and watch hima s he writes whatever's on his laptop down. "Do you need anything?"

He growls lowly, clearly becoming frustrated.

"Actually, yes.. I'd like to get to know you. Since, you're my best friend's father."

He removed his glasses and looked up.

"What would you like to know?" He asks, making it noticeable that he wasn't interested.

"What are your hobbies, What do you like to eat, your taste in women-"

"If you're only hanging with my daughter just to get at me, I suggest you stop."

"What? Of course not, I love Yuromi. But.." you rhb your feet against his leg.

"It wouldn't hurt wanting her dad."

Sukuna stared at you as you stood up, moving behind him. You place your hands on his shoulders, brushing your lips against his ear.

"You're playing a dangerous game girl."

"I like to play risky sometimes."

Sukuna gripped your wrist and slammed you against the table, pressing his bulge against your ass. "Let's see how long you'll be willing to."

He kicked your legs apart and lifted your shirt. "No panties? So you're used to quickies huh?"

"No, I barely have sex. Why, are you jealous?"

Sukuna slaps your ass, gripping it firmly. "I'm far too grown to be jealous."

You gasp feeling his cold fingers slip between your lips. His free hand reaching under your shirt and gripping your breast. You bite your lips, surpressing your moans, his fingers curl hitting your sensitive spot.

"Whatever you say. you're moving like we have all day."

"I like to take my time, admire something before I make a mess of it."

Sukuna inserts another finger, spreading them apart. "Don't do that." You whine, bucking your hips. "This?"

He spreads them again, like he was stretching your pussy.

"You're practically riding my fingers right now."

You instantly stop moving your hips. "Perhaps you're out of touch, which is why you're taking years."

He smiles slightly as your insult.

Your eyes widened feeling a hot and burning sensation on your ass again, it doesn't stop as he strikes your ass again and again. "Let's see, if I'm out of touch."

Tear prick the end of your eyes as he rubs the painful area. Fuck it get so good. Sukuna thrusts his fingers into your mouth, gagging you as he thrusts them in and out.

Your eyes roll back as your throat grows hot. You struggle to pull back, Sukuna keeps his fingers buried deep. Not even caring that you were turning red and choking.

Feeling your hips twitch, he withdraws his fingers. You inhale, attempting to catch your breath. He collects the drool on the side of your mouth, using it to coat your nipples. You didn't think Sukuna was fucking Sadistic.

"Get on your knees."

You did as he ordered, leaning against the counter and you sat on your knees. You nearly choked on your salvia seeing his dick, it was fucking huge. You couldn't possibly take that.

The tip of his cock red and forming with precum, it was veiny and long.

"Open." But hearing his raspy voice order you around, that was impossible to reject.

You open your mouth, your hands barely wrapping around his length as you take the head into your mouth.

He grunts, watching you try and take all of it. "Shouldn't be greedy."

You glare at him and pull back, going back down and repeat. You eventually speed up, the sounds of your slurping and gagging on his girth is the only thing heard.

As if he'd grown impatient, he tangled his finger in your hair and began thrusting. Your head hitting the wall as he pins you against it. He growls and leans his head back. "Fuck."

You place your hands on his thigh, fighting the urge to finger yourself to his aggression.

Sukuna holds your head still as he slams his cock down your throat, groaning as if you two were the only ones in the house.

Thank God Yuromi was a heavy sleeper, she didn't even wake up to someone banging on her door.

"Shit, your mouth is pretty useful. I like that, the sound of you choking on my dick. It's better than you shamelessly flirting with me."

He slaps your face a few times, before pulling away.

You swallow his load, coughing slightly.

Sukuna grabbed you by the waist and placed you on the counter, spreading your legs.

He went between your legs, wasting no time to start sucking on your folds.

"Mm." You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch him, biting your lip.

"Yes.." Your eyes flutter, his thumb rubbing your clitoris in circular motions as he spits and smears it. So nasty, and filthy, he didn't care how messy he was, he was slurping your juices and enjoying every moment of it.

"Fuck, Suk-Sukuna... ohhh shit shit!" You squirm, gripping his hair as you arch your back off the counter. "Mm, fuck! Keep going, yes yes!" He speeds up, grabbing your legs and placing them on his shoulders as he pushes your knees against your chest.

"God! Mm fuck, baby!" You whimper, panting heavily as you chase your orgasm.

Your toes curls as your mouth falls open, stomach churning as your orgasm waves over you.

Sukuna pulls away, his tongue running over his lips.

He presses his dick against your entrance.

He hasn't even started fucking you yet and you were already tired and overstimulated. You couldn't even take the small steps, how could you possibly handle him fucking your brains out?

When he did start, you were gripping the edges of the counter moaning loudly as he slammed his hips into your ass.

"Fuckin' tight, shit I could fuck this all night." He groaned, yanking your head back as you clenched your teeth. "Open."

He spat in your mouth, you closed your mouth and swallowed. God, whatever this man would throw at you, you would swallow willingly. He asked so fucking sexy, his dick? Even better, shiitt it was stretching you wide.

You were almost screaming as he slapped your ass and brutally fucked your pussy.

He pulled out and turned you on your back, entering with the same force once again. This time he got a better look at your flushed face as you took his cock.

"You like that?"

"M-mm, I fucking love it!" You cried, your eyes rolling back as he wrapped his hand around your throat. "Good, fucking good."

He tightened the grip he had around your throat, his eyes rolling back S you clenched down on his cock. "S-Shit." He released a guttural moan.

It wasn't long before he took you to his bedroom, you found yourself in a mating press as you had the filthiest kiss ever.

He fought the urge to fill your tight, warm pussy with his seed. He wanted to make you a mother, just so he could see his cum drip from all of your holes.

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A/n: it's 3 am. I need to take my ass to sleep. 😌❤️

[floodonthefloor]

Sorry flood, eoyo sneak peak plsss pls 🥲

HAHAHA i actually wanted to avoid doing the sneak peek but now i feel bad for making the jest i promise i was jesting but here

“If Hightower wants to keep everyone at arm’s length to get through this,” Laena says to Rhaenyra, “Then it’s what she wants.”

They’re sitting in Laena’s hotel room in Oldtown, half-watching a film, half-conversing over it.

Rhaenyra sighs. “I’m just worried that whatever fucking— fire is in her right now will go from being a controlled burn to something that’s— not that.”

“Very poetic of you.”

“Fuck off.”

“I mean, she seems fine— honestly, Rhaenyra, she does. She’s acting fine, and playing fine— what’s got you so bothered?”

Rhaenyra doesn’t respond right away; stares at the hotel TV as she tries to think of a good answer, but nothing comes out— just a half-formed sound in her throat.

Laena glances over slowly. “…Hello?”

“What.” 

Laena grabs the remote and pauses the movie, and Rhaenyra immediately knows that what’s about to happen is something that she’s going to fucking hate, and —

“…Oh, my fucking gods.”

“What —” 

“Do you have a crush on her.”

“…Fuck’s sake, Laena.” Rhaenyra scoffs, trying and likely failing to stop the rush of heat that blooms in her entire fucking face. “There you go again with your— everyone wants to fuck everyone bullshit —”

“— Literally how did it take this long for me to see it— the fucking— moony eyes and— I need a drink.” Laena gets up, goes towards the mini-bar. 

“Could you not be dramatic, please —”

“— Hightower’s hot and talented and she’s got that whole mysterious and broody and mildly bitchy thing going on that you’ve always been weirdly into— what is wrong with me, what kind of friend am I —” 

Laena looks through the mini-bottles, opts for the vodka.

“You’re being delusional— and don’t open that —” Rhaenyra snaps, lunging out of bed just as Laena twists the cap off with a grin.

“Too late,” Laena says, taking a dramatic swig. “I need this to cope with the fact that you— Rhaenyra fucking Targaryen— are hopelessly in love with your teammate and didn’t tell me —”

“I’m not in l— do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?”

“Wait. What about Lyra? Holy shit,” Laena says. “Dude— you cannot start a love triangle during the Westeros Cup, you absolutely can’t —”

“— Alicent ended it, first of all, and— do you have any idea how much they charge for the minibar shit— don’t open another one, else your father will be on your ass.”

“…What? When did she end it?” Laena pauses. “And how do you know that before I do?” 

“The night of the Stormlands match— oh, just— never mind, you— can we just keep watching the film — if you keep going on about this, I’ll leave.”

“And you’re keyed into her relationship status? Fuck’s sake, Rhaenyra— and you’ve said nothing to me this entire time —”

“There’s nothing to say, Laena— I mean it, I’ll fucking leave—”

“‘Oh, Alicent, are you okay? Alicent, you’re not playing like yourself. Alicent, let me stare at you across the pitch with longing in my eyes. Alicent, please, let me cradle-rob you—’”

Rhaenyra, bright red, grabs her things while Laena talks and storms out of her room— she can hear Laena laughing even after she slams the door shut behind her, and she whirls around to go back to her room when she actually almost collides into none other than—

“Whoa,” Alicent says, abruptly stopping in her tracks just short of Rhaenyra. 

[sickandtwisted01]

SIMON “ GHOST “ RILEY x GN CIVI READER

only pronouns used are you!! nicknames ‘lovie’, “pretty little thing”, ‘darling’

Neighbor Simon PT. 1

PURE FLUFFFFF

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You sit across the man in silence, eyes staring intently at the cards fanned out in your hands. Your gaze scans the cards, then lazily lingers towards Simon. He’s holding a dwindling number of cards in his large hands, staring expectantly at you. There’s a grin pulling at his lips, a rather mocking look swirling around in his eyes as he raises a brow. “Something the matter, lovie?” He almost coos out.

You breathe lightly, grunting gently as you shift in your spot. Your brow crinkles, a soured look crawling onto your features as you rolled your eyes, “Smug prick…” You mutter back under your breath, motioning towards his card deck. “You’ve got to be cheating somehow, Si.” You added with a huff.

“Yeah, or maybe you’re just shit at the game, lovie?” He quips but quickly motions to the deck placed in the middle of you that’s still pretty hefty. “Plus, you’ve got time to bounce back.” He assured, a smile quirking at the edges of his lips as he peers back towards his cards.

You’re sat in the floor, legs curled comfortably underneath your body. You look natural sitting at the coffee table in the middle of Simon’s living room– he, however, does not. His hulking figure hunched over, his lower back flush against the couch, one arm propped over the cushions. He’s always looked large in any context, but he looks like an absolute giant sitting here now. It almost made you laugh when he sat with you, but you were able to hold it in.

There’s a bowl of chips to the left on the coffee table where the cards are, it’s the brand he knows you enjoy– something you weren’t sure you’d fully mentioned. He must’ve figured it out from when you’d first met, in the empty halls of your shared apartment complex at 2:30 in the morning. It was a rather normal night, lazily trudging in from your shift at the bar you worked at. You’d stopped at the corner store that’s about a five minute walk from the complex to get your weekends dinner (four bags of chips, some sodas, ice cream and a whopping three frozen pizzas, one for each day off) in preparation for the first shiftless few days in gods knew how long. You were tired, barely even able to keep your eyes open as you stomped your way down the hallway– even now you’re surprised by the fact that you’d somehow managed to miss and consequently bump into someone as ridiculously massive and loomingly intimidating as Simon.

You’d quite literally crashed into him, a dazed ‘oof’ escaping your lips as the bags in your arms fell. The sounds of crinkling plastic, rustling paper, breaking chips, thudding ice cream against the floor and then his hands reaching out, wrapping around your forearms to stabilize you. You can’t be sure but you’re almost positive you’d blushed as embarrassment blossomed across your features, a stuttering mess as you choked out an apology, a laughed off excuse of, “Oh, shit– I am– I’m so sorry. I just–.. I’m exhausted. I swear I didn’t– honestly, I didn’t even see you, I just– I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You’d laughed out, not even realizing your hands still being on his arms, and his on yours.

He nodded to you, “S’alright. Really.” He’d assured. His touch finally fell from you, eyes shifting your face, “Trust me, faced much worse than a pretty little thing like you runnin’ into me… you’re alright, though?” He’d asked, there was a look of concern on his features, but not a trace of anger.

He’d helped you pick up your items, carry them back home even, told you to watch out and not run into anyone else in the complex and then he mentioned that he lived a floor above you, and that he might see you around. That was… six months ago, roughly. This was the first you’d been in his home– you couldn’t help the way your eyes wondered when you’d first entered the space. How could they not? Simon’s been this sort of… mysterious entity that entered your life and weaved his way in and out of it. You’d see him maybe once a week, twice if you were lucky– always quick, short conversation before he had to make an exit. It’s very… neat, tidy. Not that you’d expected anything less. Your eyes lingered, taking in my surroundings in silence. He has a nice couch, black sectional. His TV sits on a small table that has shelves underneath it, inside are some DVDs, and you think those are…. Maybe photo albums or something like that? He has a bookshelf as well, there’s rows and rows of books. Some of the shelves have a few knicknacks on them, but nothing really stands out. It’s plain, but still cohesive and somehow inviting– it must be the smallest details he added in. The ones that feel like afterthoughts but still aid to the overall comfort of the space, the lamp in the corner of the room that drowns the both of you in this yellowy-orange glow, the throw over the back of the couch and the small pillows on it. The rug underneath us, the essential oil diffuser that lets out the smell of sandalwood and vanilla.

The reality was; despite the six months of knowing him, you really didn’t know much about him but that didn’t change the fact that you felt oddly comfortable with him. The only thing you could guess was that he was military– many people in the building were, the building conveniently close enough to base to become something like home, a cheap place to lay their heads down that wasn’t on base. Simon didn’t offer that information, though and you’d never pressed to ask him. At the start of your friendship with the man, conversations were usually short, not very deep or meaningful but there were quick bits of information you’d told each other that could be considered more than a quick chat. Then, you asked if he wanted to watch a movie with you and time together became more frequent. He started suggesting cards— despite the limited knowledge you had, you said yes.

Your lack of understanding of usual card games was quickly caught on to, and you two had decided that the only logical conclusion was to play Go Fish, instead. Each time one of you ‘got a fish’, so to speak, you were granted a question. Simon had made it a game as a way to satisfy your curiosity about him and you’d just decided to play along, answering his questions, too.

Your eyes scanned your cards, humming gently– your impending failure was sticking in the back of your mind as you thought. “Got any… 4’s?” You questioned, brows raising as your eyes shifted towards Simon’s face.

Simon grunted, shifting in his spot before tossing the card down between you. He was always that way, annoyed that you’d gotten one over on him despite being so far ahead. He watched you, waiting expectantly for your question.

You eyed him for a moment. There was a slightly annoyed look on his features but it dissipated as your gaze swept over him, “Do… you miss home when you’re gone?” You asked hesitantly. The topic of his absences were usually met with, ‘ask something else’, or something along those lines. You knew it was a risky question, but still, you pushed a bit.

Simon thought for a moment, head tilting to one side and then the other as he took a moment of silence. There was something a little bit tenser about this silence than most we shared, “No, I guess not.” He replied simply.

“Really?” You questioned, brows furrowing as you sat up a bit straighter. “You don’t miss home when you’re gone, not even a little bit? You’re gone… all of the time. You never miss home?”

He huffed, shrugging a shoulder loosely as he looked back at his cards, “Guess this doesn’t really feel like home.” His voice holds no emotion, there’s not a twitch in his expression or a look flashing across his face as his eyes shift back to his cards. “Any 7’s?”

I watched intently, studying him as he answered. He gave no indication of anything with the answer— usually, he didn’t. It was hard to read Simon, easy to misinterpret his words or even feel like he wasn’t interested in them. You purse your lips, looking through the cards in your hands. Slender fingers push their way through the cards, manicured nails pinching the edges of the card before pulling it out to place it on the table and slide it across, towards the man sitting opposite of you.

Simon nodded happily at your surrender of the card with a smile as he pulled it closer, stacking it aside. He then looked to you again, thinking for a moment. It was his turn to question now. “Do you miss home?” He questioned, a playful edge to the words– a ‘so there’ subtleness to it..

You grinned, humming gently as you looked down to your hands, brows raising. The fact that you weren’t from the UK was clear– your accent was heavily American but it wasn’t something you’d talked to Simon about. “Ah, got me there, huh?” Your gaze shifted back towards his eyes with a huffed laugh. My lips pursed, brows furrowing lightly, “I… guess so, yeah. Sometimes.” I sighed gently, shoulders lifting a bit. “Didn’t know it’d be so lonely. I mean–... I moved far but… that’s not something you prepare for, I don’t think. How easy it is to slip away from human interaction when you have to make a conscious effort into maintaining it but at the same time.” Your head lifts again, eyes meeting Simon’s as a smile spreads across your lips, “But I also think it’s important to be alone with yourself sometimes… other people can become noise very easily, take you away from what’s important.”

Simon hums gently at your answer, eyes drinking you in. There’s an intenseness to the way he listens– like he’s hanging on every word. He’s silent as you go on your rant, curiosity flashing at your last sentiment “.. And what’s that?”

“To be happy.” You reply simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Simon smiles, looking back to his cards to keep himself from staring at you the way he wants to– what a simple philosophy, was the only thing he could think to himself, there was something that screamed innocence about it. The way he actually wanted that for you, the way he wanted something so easy and simple for someone who was already so kind and sweet. “That’s a good way to look at it.” He tells you quietly, unable to keep himself from thinking about the words uttered from those pretty lips of yours. “Do you have any 2’s?” He asks softly.

Your face twists, nose scrunching up as you utter out a defeated, “Go fish” under your breath. You fling your arm out dramatically, yanking a card up to huddled into the bunch in your hand. There’s a look of annoyance at the loss you haven’t even faced yet. Simon studies you for a moment, looking away as he thought of his question to ask.

You watch him, brows raising as he fell silent. His eyes lingered on the table, features even but mind clearly working. He looked like maybe he was contemplating, like he wanted to ask something but wasn’t sure. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed, he shifted a bit as his gaze met yours, “Would you like to go to dinner with me?” He questioned, words even and nonchalant.

You paused, brows furrowing. “What, like–” Your head tilted, blinking heavily as your brows shot up, “You mean like– like a date?”

He nods, chuckling at the confusion blossoming onto your features. The sound booms in his chest, head shaking as he replies, “Mhm, like a date. There’s a nice restaurant we could go to... opened up a few weeks ago, Iv’eard good things about it.” There’s a sort of fizzling at the end of his words, like he’s nervous you might say no.

You smiled, nodding slowly as you took in and settled on the idea of it, “I mean– yeah…. Okay, Simon. That sounds… yes. I’ll go with you to dinner.” You agreed happily, the bubbling of excitement brewing in your stomach as you shifted in your spot a bit.

He smiled back, nodding. “Great… tomorrow, then. I’ll stop by your flat at… 6:45?”

“Sounds good to me.” You told him softly, “I’ll have to wear something extra cute, huh?”

“Wear whatever ‘ya want, darling. You’ll look good in anything… now, let’s get back to the game. I believe I was kicking your ass?”

You glared, scoffing as you rolled your eyes. “Right… whatever… any 9’s?”

[sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy]

Stiles is Supernatural Crack

3. Puppy Piles and Magic Spells

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Derek parked along the street and Stiles opened his car door. His nose was still stuck in the book to the point that he didn’t see Scoot and literally walked into him.

“Scott, hey man. Look at all the cool things I found in this book,” Stiles said and looked up at Scott. His eyes had heavy bags under them. He was pale and practically dead on his feet.

Scott took the book away. “How many spells did you do? You need to go to bed,” Scott definitively.

Stiles rolled his eyes but walked towards his house with Scott and Derek to either side. Jackson trailed behind them, ready to play catch if he had too. They made it to the threshold of the door and were stopped. Scott unlocked the door and pushed it open, feeling his hand hit a barrier.

“Stiles, did you put mountain ash in the doorway,” Scott asked with a sigh.

“And the windows. I do whenever there’s a new big bad. Here,” Stiles said, kicking his foot out. He didn’t touch the line of ash but it scattered like he had. “I’ll fix it later.”

Scott and Derek shared a look. Magic. Stiles held the Nemeton magic.They crossed the entryway. Jackson turned to open the door and stopped. He was completely perplexed. The line of mountain ash had reformed itself. He got Derek and Scott’s attention and pointed it out. He closed the door and decided not to think too hard on it. Maybe it was a new Stiles thing.

“God, why am I so tired,” Stiles huffed. It was relieving and irritating all at once. He wasn’t supposed to sleep on a concussion– he wondered if it still applied since he’d apparently been unconscious most the night– but he was drained. On the bright side, the buzzing was weak and wasn’t nearly as loud.

“Probably because you were muttering spells the whole way here,” Jackson mumbled, earning a glare from Derek.

“I’ll make you something to eat,” Scott told Stiles. “You go up to bed.”

Stiles looked at Scott like he was crazy. “Scott, you’ll burn my house down,” He said with raised eyebrows, quickly adding a “sorry Derek.”

“Come on man, I’m not that bad!”

“Do you remember that time we tried to make pizza and you thought it would be cool to cook it like they do in a pizza oven and you didn’t put a pan under the pizza when you put it in the oven…”

“Fine! I���ll just make a sandwich. Jeez…” Scott mumbled and Stiles smirked, shooting him finger guns.

Stiles started towards the stairs and about ate shit. He would have if Derek hadn’t been there to catch him by the shirt. He took another step and another. As he went up to his room, he was pretty sure Derek was never more than two inches away.

Or at least he was till they got to Stiles’ room. Stiles walked in and crawled under his covers. He stretched and sighed. Damn, it felt good to be in his own bed again. He felt fucking exhausted and energized all at once. He looked up to see Derek just standing by the door staring at him. Stiles returned the stare but Derek didn’t seem to care.

Stiles narrowed his eye, watching Derek. “Are you going to stand there like a creep or…” he asked and Derek rolled his eyes.

Derek walked over to Stiles’ desk and pulled out the chair. He dragged it next to Stiles’ bed and sat down. He didn’t stop staring at Stiles.

He snorted, “yes, that is so much better. You, sitting next to my bed and staring at me…”

“Would a sandwich stop the weird,” Scott asked, walking into the room with a plate and a glass of water.

“No but it’ll stop my stomach from trying to eat itself,” Stiles said, sitting up to take the plate. “What’s this,” he asked, holding up a pill.

“Sleeping pills,” Scott shrugged.

“Not the melatonin ones, right? Those ones cause the–”

“I know,” Scott said, hearing the uptake in Stiles’ heartbeat. “I made sure to get yours.”

“Great,” Stiles said, popping the pills in his mouth and chugging the water.

He didn’t even remember eating the sandwich. Stiles woke up to the whole troop crowding him again. Well, except Jackson who seems to have taken over Derek’s position as the Creepy Corner Stalker™. Scott was laying in the bed on Stiles’ right and Kira was asleep on top of him. Ethan was also in the bed on his left. Malia, who didn’t have the word personal space anywhere in her vocabulary, was laying at the end of the bed in the last bit of room left. Isaac passed out sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed, and Liam was on the floor too, leaning on Isaac’s shoulder and the bed. Derek… Derek was in his full wolf form, laying on Stiles’ chest

Stiles was fucking suffocating from the shear amount of heat radiating off the others. Add his blankets and two more that Scott and Malia had apparently deemed necessary and he felt like he was having a heat stroke. The change in Stiles breathing, signaling he was awake, must have been like a goddamned alarm clock because they all woke up and were staring at him.

“Gee, almost the whole gang's here,” Stiles rasped, his voice still rough from sleep.

“Lydia and Mason are doing research in the kitchen,” came a rogue mumble from god-knows-who in the pile.

“Why don’t we invite Parrish. I’m sure we aren’t quite to a fire code violation yet,” Stiles snarked, shuffling uncomfortably and Derek huffed a hot breath in his face. “Hey, puppy breath, if you don’t get some of these blankets off, I’m going to catch on fire!”

It didn’t seem to disturb the pile of sleepy werewolves. Stiles watched as Isaac reached up and pulled one of the blankets onto the floor. There were mumbled arguments of “get your own” and “you’re an ass” before what was likely Liam pulled a blanket off the bed for himself.

They must have heard the group bickering from downstairs because, soon enough, Lydia and Mason came up to Stiles' room to do research. Mason took the stack of books and their computers to the desk, not batting an eye when Lydia abandoned him for Stiles.

Lydia pressed a hand to Stiles' forehead and pursed her lips. He was definitely warm. It was anybody’s guess if it was because he was sick and healing or because of the eight personal space heaters packed into his room.

“It’s weird, right,” Scott asked Lydia in a sleep heavy voice and she nodded.

“I just don’t understand why we feel it…” Lydia hummed, standing up but still looking at Stiles.

“What’s weird? Feel what,” Stiles asked. It was never good when the brain trust was confused.

“Nobody called us to say you were home,” Kira said. “We all just… showed up. It was like something was pulling us to you…”

“Stiles,” Lydia pulled his attention. She started to say something but closed her lips tightly. “I don’t remember driving here.”

“Like when you find dead bodies ‘don’t remember driving here’ don’t remember,” Stiles asked and Lydia nodded. “Well I’m not dead and they’re all too warm to be dead.”

“I found the Nemeton page,” Mason said, walking over to the bed, still reading the Bestiary off the laptop. Lydia walked over to him to read it too.

Kira watched them and then looked back to Stiles. “Lydia was with Mason and me when she started on her way here,” she told him in a whisper, knowing Mason and Lydia were the only ones who didn’t hear. “It wasn’t exactly like when she finds bodies, more like when she found the Nemeton last time…”

“Is that why they’re looking for info about it,” Stiles asked.

Kira nodded, “and because of what Deaton said… Scott told Lydia what he remembered and Derek filled in the rest.” Kira took a deep breath and looked at Stiles. “When Lydia broke out of the trance and realized where she was… she started freaking out. She ran in and,” she chewed her lip, “it took both Scott and Jackson to keep her downstairs. They had to let her come up here and take your pulse just to be sure you were alive.”

Stiles frowned and looked at Lydia. “She was that worried?”

“She thought you’d died,” Kira said with a frown.

“God, it’s hot in here,” Mason huffed, handing the laptop over to Lydia. He took his jacket off and started towards the window.

“No! No! Don’t–” Liam yelled as Mason opened the window.

A swarm of fae tried to fly in. Thanks to the absurd number of mountain ash around the house– courtesy of Stiles– they couldn’t get in. The peaceful pile of sleepy werewolves was disrupted as Scott jumped out of the bed, knocking Kira onto the floor. Scott slammed the window shut and Mason looked at him, breathing heavily. Derek moved to look towards the commotion, giving Stiles the chance to sit up.

“What the Hell was that,” Scott asked.

From the other side of the room, Lydia sighed and started to explain, “those were–”

"The fae," Stiles mumbled.

She looked back at the laptop. “Long story short: Stiles absorbed the magic from the Nemeton and now he’s like crack to magical creatures,” Lydia told them. She gestured to Stiles, “Stiles is the Nemeton now so all the supernatural creatures are being drawn to him.”

Scott looked at Lydia with his patented I-don’t-understand-anything-you-just-said look. “But the Nemeton was never this bad.”

“The Nemeton didn’t have centuries worth of magic crammed into, what is it he said, one-hundred and forty-five pounds of pale skin and fragile bones,” Isaac pitched in. Liam must have hit him as it was quickly followed by, “Ouch! What the fuck, Liam?”

“Shut up,” Liam said.

Before they could get any further on the topic, all the Weres became aware of something the others didn’t know.

“Food’s here,” Liam yelled, jumping up and running out of the room.

Malia got up from her spot too and went after Liam. The second Malia was out the door, Isaac was in the space on the bed she’d left. Obviously they were all excited for food. As quickly as they were gone, Liam and Malia came back with food.

“What the fuck,” Malia complained, staring at Isaac.

“What,” Isaac said, feigning innocence.

“You stole my spot,” Malia told him, moving to stand at the edge of the bed.

“Move your meat, lose your seat,” Isaac shrugged, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Oh, I’ll show you move your meat,” Malia retorted and snickers rolled through the room.

Malia grabbed Isaac’s scarf. Isaac grabbed her wrist and glared at her.

“If you rip it, I’ll kill you,” Isaac threatened.

“Bull. Shit,” Malia scoffed, pulling hard on the scarf in an attempt to move Isaac.

The sound of threads ripping made Isaac’s eyes go wide. She succeeded in moving him but, apparently, Malia didn’t expect that when he moved, he’d tackle her to the ground. The two hit the floor with a loud thump. They argued and bickered like children, smacking and grabbing at each other's hands. They finally seemed to be in a stalemate, glaring at each other.

Malia dug her claws into the back of his hands and Isaac yelped “fuck,” in surprise, faultering for just a second.

The second was enough for Malia to throw Isaac off and get to her feet. She looked at her spot triumphantly, only to see Liam in her spot and Kira eating her abandoned meal.

“Oh sorry, is this yours,” Kira asked jokingly and Isaac started laughing wildly.

“Serves you right,” Isaac said.

Kira smiled, sitting down next to Stiles, and ate the burger smugly, leaving her curly fries unprotected. Stiles took the opportunity and stole some of them. Kira turned to yell at whoever had stolen her food. She looked from Stiles to Derek and back. She gave an irritated huff and glared at Stiles.

“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing,” Scott muttered and Kira’s glare turned to him. “She gets very territorial about food.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that some of us had fast metabolisms,” Kira scoffed.

“Ya, like Stiles,” Liam pitched in around a mouth full of food.

“Oh god,” Malia groaned, rolling her eyes.

“Could you imagine how much Stiles would eat if he was a werewolf,” Scott remarked with a chuckle, coming back over to sit on the bed.

“Hey,” Stiles interjected, “I am right here, guys.”

“Alright ‘right-here’, eat up,” Sheriff said, tossing a bag of food at his son.

Parrish walked in with Sheriff Noah. Between the two of them they had enough food to feed the small army in Stiles' room. Everyone moved to be closer to get their food. Scott sat on the floor and leaned against Stiles' bedside table. Lydia was allowed space on the bed without a fight out of both fear and respect.

Sheriff stopped as he gave Scott his food. “What’s with the dog?”

The comment sent the room into a fit of laughter. Based on the way Derek’s ears set back and the fact that Stiles could somehow tell Derek’s eyebrows were furrowed even though they didn’t exist at the moment, he didn’t find it nearly as funny.

“That’s Derek,” Stiles said between laughter.

“Did Derek… Ya know what,” Noah held his hands up in defeat, “I don’t care. I don’t want to know.”

Parrish, who had come in with Sheriff Noah, was passing out the bags of food. When the last of the food was handed out, they all started to eat. The plan was to eat and then explain because there was a lot to unravel.

“If you guys learn anything from Deaton,” Liam asked, looking at Scott expectantly.

Scott nodded, swallowing his mouthful of food. “What happened with the Chupacabra and to you were defensive spells.” Scott looked at Stiles, “you said the magic had a buzzing feeling, right?” Stiles nodded and Scott started talking again. “Because Stiles has all that power– like Lydia said– it builds in a buzzing feeling. Deaton gave Stiles a book of spells that he can work on that will help get rid of that feeling and help him relax but he has to be careful not to overdo it. The important part is that the magic saved Stiles’ life. It’s what allowed him to fight the chupacabra off him.”

Stiles nodded, looking around the room. The buzzing was back, slowing building the longer he was awake. How often would this happen? How long before it became unbearable again? Stiles looked around, spotting the book on his bedside table. He looked at it and then at Ethan.

The werewolf seemed to get the point rather quickly and gave Stiles the book. He gave a thankful smile and opened the book. He looked through the book and found one of the lower protection spells. He mumbled the words, absently drawing the symbol. It wasn’t until the room went quiet and they looked at Stiles that he realized he was doing it.

“Sorry,” Stiles said, clearing his throat, "what were you saying?" He wasn’t sorry. The buzzing was fading and he felt better. He felt better.

Stiles rubbed his hand over Derek’s fur and slowly stopped. He’d drawn the symbol on Derek. What would that do? Would it do anything since Derek was a werewolf? Did it matter? He’d wanted to learn more so he could be of real help but what if he couldn’t? What if the spells wouldn’t work on the werewolves? Would they work on people or just objects? What if they didn’t stay long enough to be any good? What good was he? He’d almost gotten killed in the last fight! He hurt Liam because he couldn’t control the magic that saved his life! He was useless and dangerous. He hurt people.

Derek nosed at Stiles arm and pulled him from his thoughts. Stiles looked down at Derek and felt how fast his breathing had gotten. The buzzing, fuck, it was coming back in full force. Stiles forced himself to slow his breathing. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall behind his bed.

Oh, this was going to be a pain in his ass.

[bordysbae]

hello could you do 36. “yeah, i’m jealous” with alex turcotte

“party foul”

alex turcotte x reader

did i just combine 3 requests? yeah. don’t even talk abt it.

—

you met alex in your economics class earlier this semester, and you two have become a little more than friends. it started off as a one night stand, which turned into a regular thing nearly every weekend.

as you down the last sip of your drink, you watch as alex converses with a petite blonde girl in the corner of the room. you shouldn’t be jealous, especially since you’re the one who told alex it could never be anything more than what it is, but you are.

“we better get you another drink before your eyes burn a hole right through my best friend,” cole says, randomly appearing next to you.

“oh would you shut it caufield,” you groan, fidgeting with your now empty cup.

“annabella, business major,” cole says, before taking a sip of his beer. his words only makes you even more annoyed than you were just a few moments before.

“how the hell do you know so much about her?” you ask cole, now turning to fully face the sort-of-ginger boy.

“she’s friends with abby,” he shrugs, making you gasp, “does abby hate me or something? she’s allowing her friend to be falling at alex’s feet?”

“no no, she told annabella that alex is in a sticky situation, but clearly she doesn’t listen. she’s kind of a whore,” he shrugs. you immediately smack his arm.

“cole! don’t call women whores!”

“oh, now you’re defending her?”

“no but i don’t slut shame! ugh, god cole, why do i even care? we’re just hooking up, it’s not anything serious. i literally told him i didn’t want anything more, when i very much do!” you tipsily admit to cole, making his eyes widen.

“you want more with him?” he asks you, chugging the rest of his drink, since you’re stressing him out with all this drama.

“dude, everyone knows that! i’m just afraid commitment, and alex is kind of a player cole,” you bashfully say, now looking at alex once again, who’s laughing at her stupid jokes.

“well maybe you should tell him you want more? cause he sure as hell doesn’t look bored over there, but he likes you, y/n. i know that. but i think he’s tired of waiti— oh shit, here she comes! gotta dip but uh, good luck!” cole says, sheepishly smiling as he 180’s his way out of the room. you turn around and see annabella standing in front of you.

“is there a reason you’re staring at me and him?” she asks you, gesturing her hand towards alex, who looks incredibly embarrassed.

“him? do you even know his name?” you chuckle, making her face redden.

“uh, yeah, of course i do! it’s uh, austin!” she says, making you burst out laughing, “it’s alex, but nice try!”

“whatever, i was close enough. you’re just jealous i pulled a hockey player and you didn’t,” she shrugs.

“oh definitely,” you say sarcastically, pausing to let out a chuckle. “if you knew anything about me and alex, i don’t think we’d be having this conversation right now. how about you just go back to your boy toy, and i’ll go back to minding my own business, okay?” you ask, making her scoff. she walks back towards alex, and you immediately beeline it for the door.

as you sit on the front porch of the frat house, you hear the door open a few moments after you closed it. you don’t look up from your lap, but when a male figure sits down on the step next to you, you look to your left and see alex.“what was all that, huh?” alex teases, making you scoff, “i’m not in the mood, alex. go back to your puck bunny.”

“hold on, are you jealous?” he asks, immediately making your cheeks flush pink.

“you know what, yeah alex i am! i literally got in a fight because of you!” you exclaim, placing your head in your hands.

“i thought we were strictly hooking up? am i wrong?” he asks. you let out a deep sigh, and stare up at the few stars in the late night, wisconsin sky.

“alex i’ve always wanted more, but i’m scared. you’re going to the nhl soon, and you have a slight reputation. i just don’t want to get hurt,” you admit to him.

“i know i have a reputation, and i’m not proud of it. tonight definitely doesn’t help my case, but i really like you y/n. i don’t think i’ve liked anyone this much, actually. i’ve told my mom about you, fun fact,” he awkwardly chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

“mama turcotte knows about me? shit, you better wife me up now,” you joke, thankfully making alex laugh.

“i guess i’ll just have to,” he shrugs, making you laugh once again. you rest your head on his shoulder, and his head rests on top of yours. all the tension from earlier disintegrated, and now it’s just pure laughs from the both of you as you embrace the moment.

[seungkw1]

untitled (hoshi oneshot)

pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader (gender not explicity mentioned)

word count: 1.3k

genre: exes to lovers, non-idol au

warnings: drinking, cursing, implied sex

author's note: hi this is literally the very first fic i've ever written in my life!! it's just a short one but any constructive feedback is appreciated :)

What an annoying fucking day. 

Missing the bus and being late for work, coworkers getting on your nerves, and to top it all off you completely forgot to do that important task that was due today, so you ended up staying late. It was only Tuesday, but you needed a goddamn drink.

It was already dark by the time you stepped out into the freezing cold air, and you huddled up in your coat as you made your way to the mediocre dive bar down the block. Not your top choice, but it was close. You ordered a vodka soda and zoned out as you listened to whatever depressing ass Smiths song was playing - shitty vibe, but you were too tired to care. 

So when the man you had vaguely noticed was staring at you from your peripheral vision got up and headed towards you, you sighed as you turned to immediately shut that shit down. 

“Sorry but I am really not in the mood for a conversation right n-“ your stomach dropped as you made eye contact with the all-too-familiar face. 

“I thought that was you,” your ex-fiancé said sheepishly. 

Frozen in shock, it took you a good five seconds for you to utter a response. 

“Soonyoung?”

What the FUCK was he doing here?

As if he read your mind, he explained, “I’m in town this week for a work conference, but I didn’t expect to run into… anybody I knew.” He paused, waiting for your reaction. More silence. After what felt like an eternity you finally snapped out of it.  

“Um… me neither.” 

Jesus Christ, pull yourself together. 

It had been nearly two years since you last saw him. The breakup had felt like a relief then - he was moving across the country and you never planned to see or hear from him again. Especially not in some random fucking bar on a Tuesday. 

Your heart raced as you noted that he looked good. Like, really good. 

“Mind if I join?” he gestures to the vacant seat next to you. 

“Yeah, definitely. I mean- no I don’t mind. Sorry yeah go ahead, sure” you tripped over your words. Why the hell are you so nervous? It’s just your ex. 

Yeah, just the person I very nearly married. Just the person I had once considered my soulmate…

You shove that thought to the back of your mind. 

Soonyoung sits down and awkwardly begins to make small talk - something neither of you are that great at. You chat politely for a few minutes, asking each other the usual generic questions.  There’s clearly so much you want to say to each other, but you both hold back. 

“Soooo… how’s the…” he pauses. Shaking his head, he abandons whatever he was going to say. He turns and makes eye contact with you, giving you a questioning look. You feel your heart rate spiking. You try not to think about how handsome he looks right now. 

“Do you still like playing pool?” He nods his head over to the open pool table in the corner. A smile involuntarily creeps onto your face and you see his eyes light up in response. The tension suddenly melts away. 

“Only if I can still kick your ass.”

—

A few drinks and several rounds of pool later, you and Soonyoung are laughing it up as if you hadn’t spent a single day apart. 

“Tired of losing yet?” you taunt sarcastically. You are both terrible at pool and neither of you even know how to play properly. But neither of you care about the game at this point anyway - you’re lost in old stories and inside jokes. 

And god, he looks REALLY good. 

Soonyoung pulls out his phone and laughs as he checks the time. 

“Uh-ohhh, it’s gotten prettttty late. We better get you home before you turn into a pumpkin!” You roll your eyes but feel a sudden tinge of sadness. You were truly enjoying yourself - more than you had in a long time - and you weren’t ready for the night to end. But it was getting a bit late. 

“Ugh let me check the train, who knows how long until the next one.” You go to put your coat on but he’s already holding it up for you, not realizing his old habit. 

“Fuck the train, I’m driving you home! It’s toooo cold,” he insists. You let out a short laugh - he only had one more drink but he was clearly drunk. 

“No, dummy, you are in no condition to operate a vehicle. I’ll drive for you.” 

—

You park Soonyoung’s car near your apartment building. He’s mostly sobered up by this point, but he’s clearly a little embarrassed about the fact that he had spent a good chunk of the ride crying as he apologized and confessed that he really missed you. But honestly, you realize that you had really missed him too. 

“Welp, here we are… guess I’d better get going,” he says, trying to hide his mopiness at the thought of leaving you. He slowly starts to open the passenger door but you catch his sleeve to hold him back. As you pull him back into his seat you find your hand subtly sliding up around his bicep. Fuck, he was even more muscular than you remembered. 

“Excuse me but I am not letting you behind this wheel until you are fully sobered up, which you clearly are not,” you tell him firmly. “Come on babe, we’re going inside and getting you something to eat.” The affectionate name rolled off your tongue so naturally that you didn’t even notice you’d said it. 

His eyes light up again. He had always been stunning, but in this moment he was insanely hot. Still holding onto his bicep, memories of his toned body flash through your mind as you feel the heat rising inside you. 

Is this really happening? Fuck, I want him so bad. 

And the way he looks back at you, you know he wants you too.

—

“What do you want, leftover pizza? A sandwich? Ramen?” 

“Ooooh RAMEN!” Soonyoung exclaims eagerly as he comes running into the kitchen. “Pretty please,” he adds with a goofy grin. It all felt so natural. You didn’t realize how much you had missed this, missed him. 

“Drink this,” you force a cup of water into his hands. Your hands brush and you instantly get butterflies. 

Jesus what is this, a middle school crush?? 

He locks eyes with you. Huge pang in your stomach. 

Okay, yeah. You need him. Badly. Right now. 

Overwhelmed, you panic and turn back to busy yourself with the ramen, but you find yourself too distracted to even continue that. 

Soonyoung can’t wait any longer. He grabs you by the hips and turns you around, pulling your body into his. He’s already excited, and you feel his excitement grow even more as he wraps his arms around you and kisses you with more intensity than you’ve ever felt before. 

Fireworks. Electricity. All the things. In that moment, nothing in the world mattered but you and Soonyoung.

God damn. 

He breaks the kiss so he can take a look at you. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that right?” He gently grabs your chin and tilts your face up toward him, going in for another kiss. 

You suddenly become aware of the ramen packet that’s still in your hand. You giggle and he ends up kissing you on the teeth. You both burst out laughing and Soonyoung pulls you even tighter into his arms. You feel both of your hearts pounding in your chests. 

He places his forehead against yours. “Soooo…”

“Soooo what?” You give him a tiny peck on the lips. He gives you a tiny peck back. 

“Soooo aren’t you gonna invite me into your room?”

“What for?” you ask coyly. 

“Mmmm I think I have a few things in mind,” he says in a low voice. 

“Like whaaaat,” you tease. 

You feel the both of you becoming even more excited as he mutters into your ear. 

“Mmm I like the sound of that,” you say softly. Then jokingly, “but what about your ramen?”

“I think I have an appetite for something else now…” 

[end]

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[lovelykil]

「 Rivals 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; none

note; UNFORTUNATELY I lost the request thingy so whoever requested this here 😭, also from what I remember ty for your SWEET WORDS they meant alot 🙆🏾‍♀️ this wasn't revised or anything I am tired 🗣

"Okay I'm forced to check if we have any kids missing so the school doesn't come bite my ass about it, but to my eyes.. mmh– it looks like we about have all 15 kids on this damn bus so everyone sit down and don't talk to me, let's go bus driver." Mr Garrison banged on the seat to get the driver in motion, he then cleared his throat and pulled out a book to read.

"Didn't you used to teach elementary? What the hell you doin' here in highschool Garrison?" The driver asked, his accent rough and deep. "They move me everywhere, ask the school board on that one, can we go now?"

"Right.. on it."

"15 kids? There's like less than 10 here?!" Kyle looked around the bus, most of the kids weren't even here for the academics competition. You set your phone down, looking for yourself on the side of him on the other side of the bus.

He was right, there was literally no other kids here besides the dumb ones.. though your whole team were filled with brain dead weirdos, you weren't even sure why they joined such club for the gifted.

"Why didn't you drop out like the others? You know I'm going to win." You slowly sat back in your seat, setting aside your phone and turned your head towards Kyle, growing cocky.

You considered this boy as your prime rival, enemy, target.. whatever you just loved beating him at these competitions you were just as smart and quick as he was. Hell maybe even better.. but if you were you would've been beating him right now, but your wins were tied with his, 6 to 6.

Kyle wasn't really to care much about competition but something about you kinda made him consider it, it's like he always needed to one-up you, keep you in your place.

His attention was brought to you, a frown emerged on his face he watched as you smiled innocently at him despite what you just said. He shook his head "You say that like you won last game."

"I did, I just missed question 35 and somehow you didn't."

"Who won and went home with the gold medal for the college calculus competition?" Kyle asked, tilting his head and looking at you for an answer he already knew you knew.

You saw him grin when you rolled your eyes, folding your arms quietly. "That's right, I did."

"I came in second place anyway, you aren't hot shit I should've won I was only off by ONE."

"And that one costed you didn't it?"

"Wow, don't you ever shut the fuck up?"

"Don't you ever stop being such a cocky little brat?"

"Brat? Please, Mr 'full of himself'"

"I'm not full of myself, I work hard for these competitions."

"Apparently not enough, we're still a tie which just means I'm better than you."

"... no the fuck it does no–"

"Oh my god you two just get a room already! Kiss it out and shut the hell up." Garrison sat up in his seat to yell. Some of the kids giggled in their seats, others nodding in silence.

Your expression soon changed to a disturbed one, feeling your eyebrows curve in disgusted. Kyle rolled his eyes and stared at the window, he was just about fed up with this bus and you guys haven't even left the school yet.

"As if." The two of you whispered beanth your breath in sync both showing different expressions, in different seats.

"Trust me you'll feel soo much better." Mr Garrison snickered, before sitting back down, shaking his head as he grabbed back his book.

"Teenagers these days, jeeez.."

. . .

"Okay we are supposed to be in room 210 until they call us so everyone settle down and don't leave the room."

"When are we up next?" A kid asked, sitting down on the hotel bed. Garrison looked at clipboard they gave him in front for the competition in a spot at the hotel, most likely the dining room where it was closed off from the guests.

"We're number 6 in line, this thing doesn't start till later though so I guess we're free to do whatever."

"Sweet!"

"Yeah leave like 7 idiotic teens at a hotel to do whatever they want for God knows how long.." You heard Kyle mutter as he took out some paper from his backpack. "Seven? Are you calling me an idiot?" You walked over to the chair he was sitting on, leaning over it.

He looked up to be met with your face near his, you rose your eyebrow awaiting for his answer. He looked at you with a blank expression.

"Explicitly."

You flipped him off with a flip of a bird before walking away to lean on the wall by the door.

Kyle smiled to himself, shaking his need then proceeding to read off his paper.

After awhile the other kids seemed to do their own thing while Garrison talked to some other kids about some dumb story, you never paid attention to what that man says in class.

The TV was blazing some show a kid was watching, you remained on the wall beside the door on your phone. You were doing just fine until the stupid thing died. Then you realized you hadn't brought your charger when you looked around for a outlet.

You set your phone with a groan not knowing what else to do anymore. Maybe some TV?

You stood up to walk to the remote but was rudely swatted away by a kid whose teeth was way to big for his mouth, you cringed walking away from the teen.

"Asshole.." You cursed.

You then looked over at Kyle, he was studying in the same chair.. nothing really different about that. He had his long legs dangling off the arm of it just by a hair from the floor, and his back was pressed against the other side of the arm. He had his pencil eraser pressing against his lips, he'd tap it against his mouth every minute, thinking.

You looked at him, studying his features. The way his hair was so curly his curls.. had CURLS, the way his face seemed cute in a way you couldn't describe. He wasn't particularly ugly maybe a little.. or maybe he wasn't?

"Augh, gross– I need to get out of here." You caught yourself before things got weird, you turned away from him and walked to the other direction. You neared towards the door making a decision you hoped to not get in trouble for.

Then again it's Garrison, worse punishment is he'll tell you about a story about his ex boyfriend..

Your face scrunched up at the thought of hearing one of those horrible stories.

Maybe I shouldn't..

You thought, you looked around the room one more time looking for your teacher. You bit your lip deciding.

Soon you shrugged and silently left the room to look for something more entertaining.

Just a few minutes passed since you escaped the torture room Kyle had set his paper down. He had watched you leave the room he just didn't know whether to follow you or not.

He fought himself about it before going on it, if you got to have freedom then he also should get it, then again he just wanted to see the look on your face when he catches you.

He carefully walked away from the room wandering around the place, looking for where ever you were.

He was about to give up after possibly 5 minutes of mindlessly walking around until he saw a door open slightly, his spirits were quickly lifted.

"Y/n I know you're in there." He called out, making his way near the door to open it.

"You followed me? What a creep you are." You emerged out of the mysterious room, closing the door behind you to hide what was inside.

"I wasn't following you I–"

"Then why are you here? Standing right infront of me, hm." You let go of the door handle to fold your arms. He looked away to come up with a lie but ultimately gave up, he sighed folding his arms for himself.

"I just wanted to catch you, but you caught me I guess." He chuckled awkwardly. You unfolded your arms about to ask something very stupid.

"Hey do you wanna like.." You looked up at him, your sentence waiting its finish. He looked down at you waiting for your question.

"Wanna what?"

"Oh jeez just– come with me." You sighed, grabbing his hand and bringing him into the closet you were in.

"Where the hell are we?"

"In a closet dummy."

"It's dark."

"Need me to hold your hand some more, cause you're scaredd?" You shook your hand that was holding his, you laughed as he yanked his hand away with a mutter.

"Relax this closet has a light, which reveals heaven!"

"Just turn on the damn light."

You switched on the light with a few giggles, once it was lit up it showed rows of alcohol on the shelves in that little closet you two were in. Kyle's mouth was open while yours was closed with a bright grin.

"Holy-"

"Shit. I know right." You watched as the ginger touched the bottles, taking one for himself. He shook the bottle before putting it back.

"This is insane.."

"It's heaven!!" You cried, grabbing a bottle for yourself you untwisted the top and started chugging, feeling the burn down your esophagus but tasting the sweet savoring taste on your taste buds.

Kyle watched getting almost concerned by the way you were chugging the liquid so fast, he tried to take the bottle away once you had already drank half of the bottle for yourself.

"Dude we have a competition to attend to, you can't get drunk off your shit!" He took the bottle for himself, keeping it away from your reach when you tried snatching it away.

You groaned, putting your hands on your hips "I can't let that bottle go to waste its nearly half way done, plus I won't get drunk I have a high alcohol tolerance." You proudly stated, folding your arms.

Kyle made a concerned expression, wanting an explanation.

You looked on the ground and cleared your throat, "I uhm,, long story."

"Got you.."

Kyle looked at the half-drunken bottle, contemplating. "You know what.." He shook the bottle, before drinking himself. You watched as he drank the whole bottle with a pout, but it was actually kinda cool seeing the most well put, nerd do something so out of the ordinary for him.

Once he was done he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater, regretting some life decisions in that moment. You laughed taking another bottle in your hands, twisting the lid and handing him one, you got another and did the same but for yourself.

"I'll drink to me winning this competition, will you join?" I tipped the bottle waiting for his response, he looked at the bottle then at me I smiled lightly, moving my hand forward some more.

He set down the bottle he had to grab mine.

"I'll drink to me winning this competition, cause you are so going down." He smirked, clanking his bottle with mine.

"Well see about that, Broflovski." You smiled, setting your lips on the bottle.

. . .

"Do you remember that one time when Cartman got his ass beat by Wendy?"

"Oh my goddd yess, that was so funny he deserved it though." You snickered. Kyle laughed with a hiccup, setting the bottle down lightly. He leaned against the closed door with a sigh, "That was like forever ago though.. years." He mumbled, recalling the events from long ago. You drank the last of the alcohol that was inside the wine bottle and set it to the side.

You leaned against the door with him, staring into a spot on the wall.

"We're so old now." You whispered, Kyle nodded his head slightly. His hand rested on the detailed carpet, laying there lifeless.

Your hand also joined his, setting it right beside him.

You two stayed quiet, just admiring that one specific dot on the wall with the alcohol taking over your system.

"This was kinda fun, lowkey you're kinda cool to hang out with." You smiled, picking up your hand to punch him in the arm lightly. He laughed, smiling as well.

"Yeah you're okay."

"Just okay? Rudee!"

"No no I mean you're pretty cool too, I mean it." He looked over at you, trying to be sincere and not hiccup to ruin this given moment.

Your eyes met with his suddenly the mood was serious, "You saying that cause you just downed like 4 bottles? And you're drunk as fuck?" You smirked teasingly, raising your brow.

He shook his head with an eye roll, "No you ass, I mean it.. I mean I may be drunk but you're really fun and weird and annoying but not as annoying as Cartman.. but still kinda annoying."

"Oh, you're an ass." Giggling, you found your way leaning your head onto his shoulder, scooting close to him.

"But such a cute annoying nerd, God I hate you." You finished, ending it with your famous eye roll. Kyle blushed slightly at your words, feeling himself grow a smile. He slowly rested his head on top of yours and found your hand with his after a slight hesitation.

He locked his pinkie with yours, closing his eyes.

"Yeah I hate you too."

". . ."

"If anyone finds out about this I'm killing you."

"Oh definitely same."

[sweetangelofdesirex]

Release Me-Fix Me; Chapter 5-In Between Gazes

Author's Note: I am so sorry for how long this took me I have been working on it for days. Starting a new chapter is murderous, but I hope you like it.

Summary: They say eyes tell a story, that thoughts can transmit through a gaze. Hints of the past, and the reason why you came back.

Disclaimer: May get a little violent at the end. Your bouncing around timelines when it comes to the backstory. Also you are Spider, which is explained why in the 3rd Chapter.

If you are interested in reading the other chapters feel free to check them out I would greatly appreciate it.

Fix me, Release me: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3 , Ch. 4

In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by grass fields, a Victorian house sits alone with only the sea to keep it company. The grass sways to the warm breeze, tall and vibrant against the greying sky. I don’t know how I got here. There’s a road that spans for miles on either side, but I don’t know where it leads. Instead, I am just sitting on the steps of this beautiful wrap around porch, listening to the waves coming in. It’s rhythmic symphony calls to me “It’s all yours, pal.” I look up to the horizon, there’s a storm coming in, and it’s staring straight at me. I’m not scared though, I know it won’t hurt me not on purpose at least -I feel this calmness gently caressing me. The air is heavy with the scent of rain, and the wind is becoming wild. The storm will soon surround me, but I just become calmer..

In my restless dreams, I see that place. I feel you there calling to me…like you are right now.

Lost in each other’s gaze, I hear your whisper

‘I’ve missed you so.’

‘No. Don’t say that-please Pig. I promised myself, I would never come back here.’

‘But you did, you came back for da Pig. Cause you miss me.’

No, it can’t be true. It shouldn’t be true

‘Pig-‘

‘It is true. y’know it.’

My heart is in my throat, I know, I shouldn’t have come here- I know

‘You missed me, you missed Runt. You can’t do the weekday shit, hun.’

‘Yes I can…I came back because…’

The past was destroying what I had left. That girl had died that night, but she has haunted me with her dreams…and her heart. I did everything I could to move on; A career, a condo on 5th ave., a best friend, a man who looked nothing like you, and I sat on that woman’s couch talking, crying, pleading, searching for a way out, fighting for all of it.

"Are you serious?!-DERANGED!" I was in shock. In the end, it wasn’t enough.

"Let's just all calm down-the whole point of this is to delve deep into the layers of your relationsh-.” Her voice holds the wisdom of hundreds of saved relationships, but this time she sits on the edge of her chair. She’s been watching this train wreck for months, and she knows it’s coming to an end.

"Yes. DE-RANGED! Your mother said you were never the same after returning to America.” He runs his hands through his already slicked hair. A desperate attempt to keep his cool. “She said you were obsessed with fitting in with ‘delinquents‘.”

“Oh my god! Delinquents! What the literal fuck are you talking about?”

“OBSESSED with these wild fantasies-”

“No I wasn’t! I was never obsessed.”

“She said you couldn’t even think for yourself-” I cackle at the sheer stupidity-

“NO! You’re the one not thinking for himself- you take my parents’ word as law! THEY don’t know what they’re talking about. You don’t know. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT’S GOING ON!” -and to keep my rage at bay.

“Then why? WHY? are you like this?”

“Oh my god! Like what?! What am I like?! I am doing everything I can to save this fucking relationship!”

“Listen, I just want to know what happened?! What made you like this!” For once there’s a pause, a sliver of hope. He wants to know. The air is thin, pricking my throat as I try to breathe. If I said it, put everything out there, would he understand? I am so tired of holding on to it. If I told him would he comfort, would he…hug me?

“I-“

“Honey, maybe your parents were right-” This is the end.

“Excuse me!-What?! Again, NO! you don’t know what you’re talking about! They aren’t these fucking saints-“

“They love you! They want what’s best-”

“STOP! You know what this is? This is you trying to hide behind being a loving husband-or fiancé- when really you’ve been fucking my ‘BEST’ friend for MONTHS!”

“WOW WOW WOOW!”

“That’s why we’re here! Not because of my mommy and daddy ISSUES!”

“MAYBE! Maybe-but maybe I did it because no matter how much I’ve tried to connect with you-” A bird flutters across the window, and then another, and another-

“What?! Say it, say it , just fucking say it.”

“It’s like I’m talking to a ghost. I’m getting married to a fucking ghost! Even when you’re here, you’re not!”

“Or maybe you just aren’t seeing me.” -The birds are playing a game only they know, free and uncaring of the world outside of their own. They are happy and content, but I am here watching my life fall apart. My world.

“Right. You know what-I can’t do this anymore.” The face of his watch reflects the golden rays of the setting sun. “I-I love you, but-” He snatches his keys off the glass table.

“So…that’s it then?”

“What do you want me to say? I am fighting your past, your parents…you.” I catch my reflection in the window, a beautiful well-put together woman who looks like she has it all. Why am I like this?

“You’re right.” I twist the promise around my finger, but it slips off with ease. It was always loose.

“I know you can’t keep living this way. We can’t keep doing this.” He grabs my face, but I pull away. “Whatever is holding you back, you need to confront it.”

There’s nothing left to say as we gaze at the ring floating in his palm. A year and five months this April. It was a promise, something to show how far I’ve come. Now, I’m watching the door close behind him, only a glimpse of his pristine ironed suit to show he was here.

“Rick.” It’s a whisper he can’t hear.

He was right, I did need to confront it.

I take a deeper look at the man before me. I have missed him, but…”

‘I came back because I need to move on Pig’

“Babe?-Who the fuck are you!?” His voice raises in alarm.

“I’m in here.”

“Babe, Who the fuck is this?” Pig is unfazed by the growing aggression, to him, Rick is nothing. Anyone outside of us is no one. There’s something…uneasy, even sick about how undisturbed he is- how focus he is. Even when I look to Rick who looks like he’s ready to fuck him up-he is still like a predator waiting for the moment. Rick thinks he knows everything-

“Um-That’s Darren and this is Sinead.” - but he doesn’t know that I know how far Pig will go. I’ve seen how far-

Crack

I jump at the sound I remembered so clearly and my collarbone starts to burn and it’s like I’m there again. Dear God-

“I- I’m gonna’ be sick” Runt slurs as she rest her head on the table.

“Me and you, both. Pig, can you get the bucket just in case?” I avoid his eyes, the pressure mounting in my head. I grab a cup of water and some Excedrin, but there’s a strange feeling in the air- I can’t seem to get ahold of myself. My stomach stirs, twisting in on itself.

“Here you go, Runt. Should help.” Her hands fumble with the cup as she struggles to drink it. “Girl! How’d you go from drinking straight liquor to getting completely wasted on cheap beer?” She swings her arms around, making dramatic gestures, she is indeed wasted.

“I stoppppeddd-I’vent drank innn 3 years.” I pat her head, moving her curls out of her face.

“Good on you. Drinking is bad for you! Especially the shit you were drinking.”

“Straight rocket fuel.” We laugh at that. Those funny little memories we share, sometimes they’re the light in the darkness.

“Baby, can I talk to you?” Rick sounds more urgent now.

“I’ve got’er.” I jump at how close Pig is. I only take a glance up at him, but quickly come to my senses.

“Babe-“

“Ok. Ok. Let me get you guys some pajamas.” I rush into my bedroom narrowly avoiding him altogether.

“Honey, what are you doing? who are those people?”

“They’re my friends.”

“Friends? From where?” Oh God-

“From high school.” I say as quickly and quietly as possible.

“What? From high school? Hold on-wait. You mean the delinquents? The ones your parents talked about.

“Yep. mhmm.”

“And you’re letting them sleep over?”

“Yea…I mean they aren’t delinquents, one, and two, it’s still fucking pouring out.”

“Tell them to get a taxi!”

“No-I can’t. It’s too far and Runts fucking wasted. It’s fine! Ok? It’s just for one night.” I wrestle through my closet for T-shirts and sweat pants. There’s so much shit in here.

“This is a bad idea. One night is all it takes.-“

“Got it!” Holding the pants up, I wonder if they’re a little short for him.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yep. One night.” I turn to see his annoyed expression. “What do you think is going to happen? It’s fine. Tomorrow, they’ll go home.”

“Fine, whatever. But you know what that-If that bastard Darren thinks he’s-”

“He’s not going to do anything.”

“He’s a problem. I can tell. Him standing there all fucking smug just staring at you. Right in front of me, no hello, no name, NO manners.”

“Ok. Yea-No I agree. I’ll talk to him.” I rub his shoulder trying to reassure it’ll be fine. It will be me to cut the ties, this time it’ll be my choice. His face softens at the our contact.

“You know I was wondering-“ He presses his lips against mine “why you didn’t answer my text” another kiss “Now I know why.” He looks me in my eyes, and for once I’m feeling fluttery. I can feel my face warm up, and I’m feeling more hope.

“Spiiideer, I’m freeezin’ my ass off.” He grabs my arm

“Hey! Don’t let this go too far.”

Her soft breathing filled the quiet room.

In

and

out

It was a risk to be here with her, but desire was the devil on his shoulder keeping him up all night. He couldn't help himself, his heart demanding any glimpse of her he could treasure. The Moons’ soft glow dance through the window illuminating her skin. With each step, her features became clearer; her lashes fluttering as she dreams, her lips gently apart, and her chest rising and falling.

‘Beautiful-You’re beautiful, Spider’. Whispering as he laid his head gently on her pillow, careful not to wake her. He always wanted to be close to you.

‘Da Pig use to pray you’d drop your pen, gave Pig a reason to give it back to you, to touch your hand, y’know?’ He brought his face closer to hers, and thought back to those glimpses of time. How much comfort they brought him. In the beginning, he couldn’t stand her-no he fucking hated her. It had always been Pig and Runt, but she changed everything. She changed him.

“I bet you, I can make everyone’s head turn when I walk down the hall” It was their first day back to school, and she was already starting to piss him off.

“You takin’ a piss at me?” Runt was very amused, and that perplexed him. What happened to the playground promises, just him and runt huh?

“Ther’ aint no way” Pig added. “C’mon Runt. C’moonnn.”

“Hold’on Pig-“

“Yea, Pig, you don’t think I can do it?” God! He hated how cheeky she was and he hated how she called him ‘Pig’. Who the fuck was she? Just some rando who latched herself onto them.

“Just watch.” He hated the way she flipped her hair when she said it, and the way she winked at them before heading inside. ‘Fuckin’ attention seekin’ bitch’.

“Runt, let’s ditch’er.” This was his last ditch attempt to return things back to normal. “She’s a manky cess-“

“Shh. Don’t say that.” No matter the pleading, Runt was completely enamored, which made him hate her even more.

“Ok!” The stood at the entrance observing the jungle ahead. “Are you ready? Check it.” She was excited, it was always fun and games. It started with a small look, then a double take.

“What the actual fuck?” Neither one of them had seen this before, one-by-one heads began to turn. When she smiled, people smiled back. And wait-Did he?

“Look! Gerry jus fuckin’ waved!” Ugh! He fucking did, that mangy cuck! He looked down to catch the pure glee on Runt’s face. He felt uncomfortable, and before she could catch him, he turned his attention back to Spider.

Spider glided through the hallway, people made way for her and even the Sun favored her, its’ rays shining brighter than ever. He had never saw such a thing, and by the time she reached the classroom all eyes were on her.

“She fuckin’ did it. Pig! She’s fuckin’ deadly.” He couldn’t explain all that he was feeling, but as she spun around, he felt his body slow. Her eyes were soft, but her smile was wickedly victorious. She gave Runt a wink, but when she made eye contact with Pig everything became silent.

‘Oh and Pig, here’s big fat juicy kiss from an ‘attention seeking bitch’.’ and with a middle finger to her lips she blew him a kiss. He. Fucking. Hated. Her!

“Oop, she must’ve heard you”. Pig remained silent, and that made Runt nervous. Spider lived in an entirely different world, she made confidence look fun and cool- easy. She had never seen someone like her before, and that was…inspiring?

Entering the classroom, there was a surge of exhilaration.

“YOU MET ANGELINA JOLIE, OHMYGOD! I LOVE’ER”

“SAME!” Spider happily exclaimed. “She was soooo good in Tomb Raider, I’ll bring in a picture!”

He was grateful seeing people surround her, she could make some friends and finally leave them alone. Life would go back to-

“Yea, you’ll have to. Proof is in the puddin’.” Pig couldn’t help but do a double take. What was going on here?

“That’s fine! I got the pudding!” ‘That’s fine?’ Your voice…your eyes….the smile you’re giving him. That smile you’re giving him. That smile…you’re giving him. He couldn’t shake it.

“Guysss” Spider waved “I saved you guys seats.”

His heart felt heavy, if he had known…that that was the start of it all-

In that moment, the urge to wake her, to kiss her, to hold her- to beg her for forgiveness-was so overwhelming it could have killed him. How long would he have to wait? He felt like was suffocating from restraining himself, and now he had another problem. Dickhead.

Pig knew Dick would be back at any moment. He could feel it in his fuckin’ bones, and it pained him to have to rush away like a thief in the night. But before he did, there was one thing that he had to do before he left, no matter the risk, it would bother him if he didn’t.

“Why’d you let’em kiss your honey lips, huh, Spider?” He said wiping her lips with his shirt. “Don’t do it again.”

As soon as he reached the couch the front door opened, the timing was impeccable. He knew Dick would make his way to living room to check on them, Pig especially, so he didn’t bother hiding he was up. In fact, he stared straight at the doorway and watched as Dick came into view.

Eye-to-eye, no backing down, He wanted Dick to know, to remember no matter what…

‘She’s mine. She loves me.’ The air was dead still, only the peaks of sunlight lit the room, neither one of them was willing to move. Until Runt’s soft stirs broke the standoff. It didn’t matter though cause in the end, Pig knew that deep down in Dick’s heart he heard what the fuck he said and that it was only the truth. It would only ever be the truth.

The sun beamed through the living room to the kitchen, where Pig had decided to make some coffee and tea. ‘Sugar in the left cupboard, spoons in the bottom middle drawer’. He moved through the space as if it was theirs. He already had coffee brewing for him and Runt, but the tea kettle was set for her. This felt right-

“Oh! Making yourself at home I see.” The voice was nauseating, and he hated it. “What’s the kettle on for?”

‘It’s to pour it down your fuckin’ throat, you prick!’ these thoughts…he buried deep within. Can’t risk it getting out.

“It’s for Spider.” That was the best he could say.

“Who?!” Nails on a chalkboard “Oh ‘Spider’- She doesn’t drink tea, so there’s really no need.” Rick laughed with a renewed smugness, each breath was an air of smugness. Calm…calm…calm it down sweetheart.

“Mornin’ Pig!”

“Mornin’ Runt, here you go, a cuppa go juice yea.”

“Thanks, pal. Feel sick already.”

“Good morningggg!” Spider was gleaming, even with bags under her eyes and hair everywhere, he could take her right now. Right on this linoleum floor.

“Heyy baby.” DON’T YOU FUCKIN’ DARE-

“Tea-here’s your tea.” Pig interrupted-no, he would fuckin’ hurl. He can’t bare to see it, he can’t bear to hear it.

“Thanks. You remembered!” Their hands brushed as he handed her the mug, just like highschool with that glittery fluffy pen, it was always just a moment but just as intense.

beep

Pig felt a vibration

‘Darren, come home.’

“Pig, who’s that?” Runt always knew when something was up.

“Mum-she’s…jus checkin’ in.”

“Your mom, how is she?”

“We should drop in for a visit, maybe today.” Runt added.

“Awww! That’s an awesome idea-Pig ask your mom if we can visit today.” Pig felt nervous about that idea. It hadn’t been long since he got out.

“Actually-“ Dick cut in, clearing his throat “I have something I want to give to you.”

Slow

Slowly

Slowly Dick grabbed her hand.

Slowly Dick grabbed her hand and pulled something out of his pocket.

Slow-

Ly

And out of his pocket was a ring. A ring. a RING.

Slow-llllyyyyy and with this RING he slides it onto…onto her finger.

Ever so fuckinnnn’ slow-LY he pulls her in and he’s fuckin’ kissin’ her. He’s fuckin’ kissin’ her.

“Pig?” He could crack this kettle against his fuckin’ skull

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK, CRACK, CRACK, SPLATTER, THUD.

“I think we’re finally ready to move forward, you know to the next chapter.” He could’ve, but the way she looked at him as Dick hugged her, gave him new -stronger resolve.

‘You’re not happy’

‘Pig, please!’

‘Even when you smile. We both know it.’

‘Don’t do anything you’ll regret.’

‘You’re never gonna move on. You know why?’

Beep

‘Pig won’t let you.’

“She said ‘She would love to see ya’ even asked how you are.”

@mythicalcowboyatheart @onlydemonz

[tiredassmage]

I LIVED, BITCHES. Okay, let's see if I can run down my thoughts. SWTOR 7.3 thoughts, under a cut.

Yelling and related screenshots ahead!

Rivix, what the fuck are you playing at? Whore. Bitch. I don't fucking trust you. Asshole. This sly little fuck and his smug-ass face. God.

Kick his fuckin ASS Tau. Oh god oh no Oh fuck [kazoo noises]

THERON, DON'T LEAVE ME WITH HIM ALONE AGAIN THERONNNNNNN [WHINES PATHETICALLY AS THE CUTSCENE ENDS AND MY BOY IS DISMISSED FOR COMPANION TRADE OUT] oh god not both of them not Rivix AND Oggurobb someone is trying to kill Tyr today.

lmaooo why the FUCK is it floating so HIGH

Sa'har and Ri'kan's facial animations seem... better this patch. Slightly less staring into dead space, my soul, etc. Good for them.

THERON SHAN LOVERS REJOICE THEY FUCKING REMEMBERED HE EXISTED. THERON FLIRTS!!! THERON FLIRTS IN FRONT OF LANA!!! TYR STAY WINNING!!!!!

Shitheads flirt in the middle of an important mission brief and Lana makes exasperated noises, more at 11.

I was literally just chomping at the bit with a mut last night about Tyr's dynamic with Shae, I am SO GLAD I could rep some of that in game. [Two local bloodhounds have different bones and get into a pissing contest about it]

Malgus you bitch I hate seeing you I hate being here I hate this I hate it I hate it I hate it but at least. At least Tyr's not alone in thinking Shae's maybe getting a bit hotheaded and ahead of herself, but like that MALGUS of all people is the one sharing that concern god he fuckin' HATES it here when can he fuckin LEAVE

Anyway, Cipher Nine being hot again, (again) more at 11

WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST TO FIND OUT TORIAN MISSION???? Brb almost in tears. That was really sweet. And tied into a later point, I love... pc actually sitting and conversing with companions this patch? Like normal friends? So incredibly incredibly human and all really really touching stuff and I'm going feral about the running theme this patch about outrunning the past or overcoming it and being more, being different, but destiny- aNYWAY I'm getting ahead of myself and also my bias for my own OC is showing again in interpretation

I. love. what we learned about Darth Null. Shoveling this into my face like I'm horking down spoonfuls of soup. [I NEED her lightsaber pray for my wallet, friends]

The chat with Arcann was... really nice. And oh my god PC's puppy face. This felt really needed. It adds a lot more to what felt so cut short and rushed through from KOTXX.

This did so so much for me for real fOR REAL.

Voss daily section is really good until it's really long. The bonus mission for doing 4 tasks DOES give you a 'chievo but GOD at what cost I was starting to lose my marbles.

Anyway it's fuckin' gorgeous scenery. I love the abundance of waterfalls.

The initial 'unlocks' of the actual dailies themselves are relatively involved though. Not necessarily a bad thing, but ough. A bit much for me to chew off like I did, at least.

Shrine of Silence does not count for that, btw. Didn't expect it to based on how they pitched it as separate from the crit path, but I really wanted to run it anyway. It was fun! I have NO fucking clue what happened in the last half of the boss fight but I only died once the whole run because I missed one of the many holes in the floor and went right through it lmaooooo. So no actual mech deaths. On story mode ofc bc it is me and my beau against this silly silly little world. MVP Theron + Droid fighting possessed bitches that got yeeted under the floor for me while Tyr just looks hot

Good job, boys!!! You got this!!!!

I know there's mixed feelings about the vague prophecy bullshit, but I will continue to eat that shit up. Tyr disagrees, he's so fucking tired of being everyone's solution god let this man rest but!!! Put that pretty bitch in SITUATIONS.

Overall, Dot-approved update. I shall remain intrigued to see how all of these threads are going to come together.

[totallyf1ne]

Chapter one - Bus stop

I hate riding the bus to school. It's loud and people don't know how to just sit the hell down, But I guess as long as I have my earbuds on and I'm sitting in a window seat I'm totally fine.

I just can't wait until Chester gets the money to finally buy himself a car. He's had his license since sophomore year, so it's about time he has a car.

He wants a Mazda Mx-5, a silver one to be specific, how do I know? Well one, he tells me about it all the time, and two, he makes us go to the auto mall near the rundown KFC and just stares at it for literal hours on end.

Last week when we revisited it I asked him “Why don't you ask your parents to just buy it for you or something?”

His parents are wealthy as hell, so it was a pretty good question. He said the reason was because they wanted him to learn to make money for himself and not always rely on his parent's wealth. I think that's pretty stupid and personally believe that if you have money, you should spend it.

I'm Jane McCarter, I'm 17 years old and I live in Bakersfield California with my dad and my pet fish.

I am currently a senior at Westfield High and my best friend, the dork I mentioned earlier, is Chester Allen, we've been friends since 5th grade.

I'm not really “close” friends with any other person besides him and if I'm being honest, Id prefer to just stick with that. Well, I have these... “Acquaintances” that I don't really hang out with but just chat with, like Markus for example, he's chill.

—

As Jane hops off the last step of the bus, she almost bumps Markus Reed, who was on his longboard but quickly makes an abrupt stop and takes off his headphones. “Oh shit, I'm sorry Jane,” he says as he picks the longboard up with one hand. “It's whatever, don't worry about it.” Jane says, dusting off her denim skirt “soo, I didn't see you last Sunday? You said you'd cover my shift?” Markus said scratching his elbow. “Oh yeah uh, I forgot to tell you, I quit.” Markus’s grin fades “What? Really? Why??” he whines as they start walking down the sidewalk.

“I dunno, my parents want me to get a better-paying job with more hours.”

“Oh, I see,” Markus says before loudly sighing, a little disappointed that he’s lost one of his favorite working buddies. He always liked working with Her. “Well, good luck with that. I’m sure you’ll find something good.”

They walk in awkward silence for a moment before Markus speaks up again. “So, how’s Chester doing?”

“He’s good,” Jane says. “He still hasn’t gotten that car, though. I really hope he gets it soon 'cause I’m tired of taking the stupid god-forsaken bus.” She says before rolling her eyes.

“Yeah I hope he gets that car soon too, I want him to drive me to the Winter Formal this year,” Markus says as he flutters his eyelashes and clasps his hands together, cartoon hearts practically appearing in his eyes.

“Ugh,” she groans. “don’t tell me you still have a thing for fucking Chester Allen. Trust me he’s not into you He thinks you're, and I quote, “spazzy super–senior”. Jane air quoted with her fingers.

“I can’t help it! I have a thing for nerdy, zit-ridden, glasses-wearing men! And i don’t give two shits about what he says nor thinks about me.” He flips his jet-black hair over his shoulder. Jane rolls her eyes at his antics.

“Mark! Over here, dude!” One of Markus’s friends called out from one of the corners of the school. “Well, I’ll see you later, Janey Waney.”

“Never call me that again, please.” Jane pinches the bridge of her nose as he chuckles and continues down the sidewalk on his longboard toward his group of friends.

She starts walking towards the school doors and pushes them open, a whiff of cheap Ross cologne and smelly sweaty teens fill the air.

Humming a tune to herself, she wondered where the hell her best friend was and why he was so late.

Walking down the hallways she unclasps her grey, sticker ridden, Nokia flip phone from the waistband of her long skirt, a Skelanimals keychain dangles from the end as she opens it up, clicking the tiny buttons to find Chester’s number. Once she finally finds it, she presses and hears the ring, waiting for an answer.

“JANE!” Chester shouts out from behind her. “Holy shit Chester don’t fucking do that! I nearly pissed myself!” people turn their heads, but when they see where the loud voice was coming from they roll their eyes and go back to whatever they were doing.

“Sorry! Sorry! But I’ve been looking for you for a long time! you weren’t at the bus stop or at your locker?!?” He frantically says, out of breath from all the speed-walking he’s been doing searching for her.

"Relax! got sidetracked talking to Markus Reed," Jane explains, placing her phone back on the waistband of her skirt as they begin walking down the hall.

. "I had to tell him about me quitting Hot Topic, and then he started talking about how much he wanted to rail you or something, I don’t remember, I kinda tuned him out."

Chester’s face cringes. “Markus reed? Gosh, I hate that guy. He’s so weird with me.”

“Yeah I know, you tell me every time his name comes up,” Jane says before finally approaching her locker, twisting the lock to enter her combination and swinging it open to grab her textbooks.

She changes the subject. "The school bus can be such a pain sometimes. But at least I don't have to worry about finding a parking spot.”

Chester lets out a small laugh. "True, true, I can't wait until I finally get my baby (his car). Then we can drive ourselves to school and not have to worry about being late, fighting for a seat on the bus, or having our parents drive us."

Jane lightly grins. "Yeah. But in the meantime, we'll just have to make do.” She says before locking back her locker and placing the textbooks in her satchel.

As they walk back down the hallways towards their shared first period, She starts to wonder if she'll ever be as “outgoing” as Chester is. He seems to know most people in the school (seeing how he is vice president of the student council) and is always involved in some sort of activity or club. Jane herself has always been more of an introvert, preferring to stick with her small group of friends instead.

As they approach their English class, Jane spots Ms. Silvera, their teacher, standing outside.

Before they could enter the classroom, someone else pushed them to the side to enter before them. “excuse me!” They say with a soft giggle, pink Prada kitten heels tapping their way to their seat.

When Jane realizes who it is, anger and frustration start to boil up inside of her.

“Fucking.. Merianna Smith…” she says furiously under her breath.

It takes Chester a second to realize and when he does he has a face of worry and concern for his fellow goth bestie. “Jane just ignore her and don’t let it ruin your day, trust me it’s not worth it dude.” He says while comfortingly rubbing her shoulders.

As Chester tries to console her, Jane feels a pang of guilt for letting her hate toward Mary almost ruin another year of school. She takes a deep breath and shrugs her shoulders out of Chester's comforting hands.

"You're right, you're right," she says, calming herself down. Chester gives her a big smile before leading her inside Ms. Silvera's English class. Jane takes her seat next to Chester and tries to focus on the teacher's lesson, but she can't help feeling that her tension is still palpable.

Her eyes shift towards Mary, who is sitting 2 seats away from her and applying mascara while chatting with her posse/clique, not bothering to listen to the teacher's lesson.

Jane tries to remember when she even started to hate this girl. Was it all because of some stupid middle school drama? Or was it jealousy?

[unhingedlesbear]

Ok y'all, that was one of the most horrendous experiences I have had in recent days

Kinda a vent??? ig???

My day could have gone SO smoothly if not for that pesky fucking social anxiety/agoraphobia combo that loves to stop me functioning in society. It's literally so fucking shameful to admit this but today was the first time I ever took a bus alone because I was always terrified to go on public transport by myself. I got on after panicking the whole morning, and one of my worst fears came true. I couldn't find a place to sit so I just stood awkwardly. I couldn't even look around for seats because I was literally frozen and hyperventilating for the entire journey. Over taking a fucking BUS and some bitch was staring at me really judgmentally the whole time and then I started thinking about that too? Why was she staring at me? Am I not supposed to stand here? Am I breathing too loud? Do I look weird? Am I standing wrong? I don't fucking know but by the time I actually got into college I was drenched in my own sweat both from anxiety and heat.

Anyway the whole thing ended up being like 7 hours long which I wasn't at all prepared for. It was SO hot the whole day and of course being the socially anxious agoraphobic FUCK I am I was too scared to order any food so I just didn't. I hadn't eaten breakfast that morning either and every time I tried to drink I went back to being so dehydrated my tongue stuck to the inside of my mouth within literally 5 minutes. Also I haven't slept in 24 hours now so I was so fucking tired. They also made us carry around these heavy ass bags and the handles were sharp and dug into my hands. Anyway my phone died and I didn't know how to get the bus back because I literally have never even done that before because I fucking suck at functioning and so with 2% battery left in my phone I texted my sister asking her to come save me and then my phone died so I just put my whole faith trust and pixie dust into that text reaching her and her being available to do so. I stood for like a full hour outside the college, literally in so much pain because I'd been walking around sweating all day, I was so fucking hungry and dehydrated and tired and I literally almost fucking cried like a bitch.

Eventually she did come and she made fun of me the whole way home and I was also fading in and out on the bus from who the fuck knows but now I'm home oh my god.

So basically, summarized: I had a horrendous day and literally most of it could have been avoided if I wasn't so horrendously socially anxious that I'd push myself to physical limits instead of doing something so simple and mundane as taking a fucking bus, I am NOT built for this world holy shit.

[firstaidspray]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 8

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here's eight!!

8- Write about one member of your ship giving the other a compliment. 

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 646

Rating: T

CW: Drug mention

REV COMPLIMENTS CHASE

Another surgery done and dusted. The patient's in PACU, the OR is being cleaned, and the surgical staff are all peeling out of their gear. Reverie is back in nothing but scrubs first, fluffing her hair in front of a mirror.

“Hate how damn surgical caps smash down my hair,” she groans, having fixed it back to a decent shape.

She then turns to face Chase, who has pulled his own hair out of the cap and face from beneath his mask. Reverie stares at him, hearts in her eyes. Even after a long, hard surgery, the man is stunning to her.

“What?” Chase asks, flashing that sweet smile of his.

Those pretty pink lips, perfect teeth, the way his undereyes crinkle up and his cheeks round out– it's all absolutely heavenly to Reverie. She places her chin in her hand, tilting her head and staring at her boyfriend.

“You have such an adorable smile,” Reverie says with one of her own. “Literally makes my heart skip a beat just looking at it. My God.”

Chase blushes and that precious smile widens. “It's not that cute. You don't have to lie.”

Reverie shakes her head. “I'm not. You can put on a stethoscope and listen for yourself. C'mon, smile and I'll prove it.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “You don't need to prove it. It's just really cute the way you told me. And maybe I like hearing you repeat it.”

She smirks and walks up to him, then takes his smiling face between her hands. “I'll repeat it forever. The prettiest, sweetest smile I've ever seen.”

His face burns with blush under her hands, and the smile stays. “And you're the prettiest, sweetest girl I've ever met.”

Reverie giggles. “Is this game going to go on all day?”

With a scoff, Chase answers, “maybe so.”

CHASE COMPLIMENTS REV

It's never unusual when Reverie begins a morning with a painkiller and an energy drink. Chase has watched her do it a billion times. The speed of the caffeine and the slow of the drugs mix into a “fun” swirl in her head, and she rides that wave all day.

She does this because she's in pain, always. Similarly to House, in fact, though she doesn't pop as many pills as he does per day. And when Reverie is in a lot of pain, she doesn't put effort into her appearance. So there she sits at the kitchen island, sipping on a can of Monster, her short hair a tangled mess, eyes already heavy with exhaustion, dressed in only a loose tank top and sweats and hospital socks.

“Good morning, gorgeous.”

Chase’s voice shocks her and she nearly chokes on her energy drink. Reverie whips around to face him as he walks in from the bedroom, still in pajamas himself, but much better looking in her eyes.

“You're so full of shit,” Reverie responds, downing the rest of her drink. “Look at me. I'm not gorgeous.”

He scoffs. “I beg to differ. If you aren't gorgeous, then why do I get butterflies like a stupid teenage boy every time I look at you?”

Blush creeps over her cheeks. “I dunno, you're insane? I am not gorgeous.”

Chase rolls his eyes as he approaches her and wraps his hands around her waist. “Rev, I'm serious. You're the prettiest little angel I've ever seen in my life.”

Reverie rolls her eyes, much more dramatically than he did. “Even like this? Even all sick and shitty looking?”

Chase kisses her on the top of the head. “You couldn't be shitty looking if you tried. You're just as beautiful when you're sick and tired as when you're done up in makeup. The most beautiful.”

Her face lights up bright red, and she speaks with a genuine tone, “Thank you, luv. You're the sweetest.”

“And you're the prettiest.”

[toruro]

ok first off this doesn’t have to be a request i just need someone to hear me out:

ok so you know how wonwoo is always quietly considerate but also kind of slow to catch onto things? yeah imagine him coming home during one of his more busier periods and he’s being all sweet but also very tired most of the time of wanting to be equally considerate you just let him rest, despite the fact that your hormones have been eating you up and making you super needy, bc when he comes home in his work clothes all tired with the afterglow of a hard days work, oh it’s such a sight. But out of guilt and also feeling bad for him + the fact that you’re super shy: you do what’s best given the circumstances — start avoiding any form of physical touch, and it gets so bad, at one point you have to awkwardly leave the room if you were in the same vicinity as him for more than 10 minutes, making a shit ton of excuses that just makes him so much more confused. He doesn’t pick up on how you stare at him too long or how your eyes fixate on him everytime he takes off his watch or the rapid pupils darting back and forth, he simply wonders if he did something wrong or if you lost affection for him. But him being wonwoo with his good coaxing skills he manages to sit you down and make you talk to him before he starts going insane, and once he makes you crack? God who knows what he will do, maybe find you cute, worship? praise? soft sex full of love and adoration?? who knows. Anyways i just needed to let this out bc it was a very highly specific brain-rot …it would be nice if this could be turned into a proper fic or something but im just happy enough to have somewhere to talk abt this ;; hope you have a good day <3

oh my god. i am SO sorry i literally LOVED this when i first read it ages ago and i really wanted to get to it and so i started the fic and then lost motivation but then here we are now !!! thank u so much for this idea ur mind is the sexiest ever ALSO HELP SORRU FOR OOSTINT THIS SO LATE??!? i thought i replied to this ask but i didn’t i’m sksksnskal

[dr-drckken]

Day 30: Character Wishlist

1/2. Mike and Sully: I have made this call every year and I don't give a shit I WILL MAKE IT AGAIN! I will make it until someone takes me up on it! Or until two people come together to finally bring THEM together. I am literally staring at the cake toppers of these two fuckers from my nephew's recent birthday. They'd be fun!!! The demon lore is FUN!! There's so much that could be done with the two of them, and they're just sitting there in the vault of untapped potential.

3. Jackson Storm: I can't believe he still hasn't been taken up....the disrespect....to me....personally... look, I know he's an antagonist and I know he doesn't seem to have any good traits within the movie but that was the movie and yOU all are brilliant, talented, creative individuals who could turn him into a dynamic and well rounded character!!! I KNOW IT!!

4. Chick Hicks: Now y'all got me going on a car rampage here!!! But someone sure as shit better get Chick Hicks before I do. Emma already has to deal with me enough as it is, I cannOT get him!!!! I can't!!! And I am being tested by the gods every time another group of Cobra Kai episodes drop because the desire to get a long term rival who will then bring his evil ways of the magick grand prix to swynlake to piss off said long term rival.....you guys gotta take it away from me !!

5. Mater: I can't not mention him if I'm going on my Cars Propaganda rampage. HE IS PRIME REAL ESTATE FOR THIS ROLE PLAY PEOPLE! Small town country man??? like are you joshin me? he could literally be every one of our transplant girl's hallmark dream man. he needs to be here to humble bitches. i'm TIRED of not having him around.

as you can see this is the part of the task where i am going to bully you all into getting the characters i want around 🔫🔫

6. Peter Pan: look, he's basically the only character from the franchise who hasn't been here and while that is soooooooo fucking funny, seeing as he is the TITULAR role, it's getting a bit silly at this point. right? oh good you agree! so yes, where is he? i think with all the fairy politics going on that he would fit right in that bag, but there's also the fae or just an immortal dude or whatever you could possibly imagine!! i am sat and waiting for him so...chop chop.

7. Merpeople: we have lost many good soldiers this year and think we need to repopulate!! i still love the mermaid lore and would love nothing more than to get another but i am full up, you see. so alas. but YOU, you can!!! i know you want to. getting to write a character who cannot expose themself and has to pretend their a mundus while being one of the more marginalized groups of magicks is soooo good. and as someone with a potential hunter in my group, i can offer you good plots!!!!! promise!!!!

8/9/10. Neera, Aldar, and Bruton: these skeletons.....they compel me....look i want a dragon as much as the next person, they dope as hell okay. i get it. I GET IT. and i think they should be here in swynlake. we have mushu and he deserves friends!!! even if these three arent necessarily here for fun, they can have it as a treat! also i am someone who loved the star wars prequels for the politics, okay, fucking sue me!!! and i think getting to add to the lore of our world through this lens of the order of the dragon is saauuurrr cool. ough, someone better get these cuties. like im literally on my knees begging, you dont understand...