#grab his butt you coward

[korok-no-ballsket]

 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥

[affableramen]

suitable for: dottore, pantalone, ayato || geto suguru, sukuna, nanami kento || dr. ratio, sugilite, sunday, luocha

slight tsundere character x tsundere reader dynamics + any of your condescending/dominant aura favs

“I dislike it when people who have more power than others use it so bluntly to put them low. You’re disgusting.”

“Oh, you think so? Then why don’t you fight me now?” He throws your weapon to the ground near to your feet. “Don’t be a coward and fight me.”

Just when you grab the weapon he shoves you against the wall and steps back, as if giving you some space to think your strategy and prepare to strike (or defend).

“You are even more pathetic than me!” You raise your weapon, but your powers meet. The elemental energies of the both of you… too strong, too emotional… no, they’re rather filled with negative emotions. Your spirits meet and create a blast. The both of you fall back, yet he gets up sooner, faster that you and presses you against the wall, gripping your hands together.

“Someone’s walking on a thin ice. Don’t you know who you’re speaking to? You’re but a little annoying weakling, causing trouble here and there for me.” He presses his forefinger against your cheek. “A brat who gets on my nerves so frequently I lose my mind.”

You block a series or his merciless, furious attacks.

“Damn you! Do you even realise your place, you fool? I’m a gooddamn (—)! You should be bowing at my… mmm—” his lips close around yours, “…feet.”

The kiss is rough, dominating, but sweet at the same time. It is hot, but loving. The coldness is absent, leaving space for emotion, sacred tenderness and burning desire all at once to fit in one room. His grip closes ‘round your waist getly, you feel the heat spread through your body. You grip his hair, scratch his neck. You protest.

“Mmm!”

No… It’s not a protest. Before kissing him back you bite his lip. Painfully, but in a way that bluntly shows your earnestness. His voice breaks, he moans into the kiss, sensitive to your burning touch. Take his hair in your grip once again - and he’ll shatter into a million pieces.

“Fuck you”, you say but keep kissing him.

He moans and grunts against your lips, his tongue seeking entrance rudely, decisively, as if it’s the only time he can do that with you ever. He is so desperate, he fears, he is trembling. 

“Look at yourself… swearing at a (harbinger/sorcerer/king of the curses/etc)”, still pinning you against the wall he almost tastes your flesh as his tongue smoothly runs down your chin, later - your neck. “Freaking gonna eat you.”

You grip his hair just firmer once he attacks your neck.

“You get me so worked up, and you barely even did anything, you little minx.”

“Do not kiss there - it’s embarrassing!” You shout at him but you do not mean it, no, not at all. 

“Where should I kiss you then, hm? Tell me.”

His rings and gloves are cold to the touch, the metal grazing over your neck brings shivers down your spine. You’re speechless.

“Oh, baby….”

And just when his tongue stops licking your neck after you asked him, his hands slide to your hips.

“Mmm… Delectable”, he squeezes your butt, your eyes widen and you shake with irritation. 

An instant pull on his hair signals for him to not go past the line. He unwillingly returns his hands to your waist and up, to your back. 

“Sorry, I touched where I wasn't supposed to.”

“You idiot…”

He laughs bitterly and tastes the aftermath of your kiss on his lips. He wishes you would leave marks on his neck, but not this time, probably. You were too shy, too bashful, while he decided to take it all. 

“Ahem…” he clears his throat, the affection almost completely vanishes into a professional look. A look of someone who is not entirely your friend. “Our fight isn't over. This isn't the end. The next time we meet, I will most certainly crush you.”

“Looking forward to it.”

“Be ready, little minx.”

When he leaves in the gloomy shadow of the dusk, you finally allow yourself to touch your own lips - where he was touching. How utterly pleasant and captivating. To consume you in one go, but leave a lingering feeling of gentleness and affection marked on your body and mind. Perhaps, the next time you fight, you won't let him go.

divider: @anitalenia

taglist: @silverstardream , @shirenui , @lavandulawrites , @orphic-musings , @sagyunaro , @mienroe , @minichampagne , @ichikai3 , @venicecherryblossom

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wicked Games 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You sit in the front room of Steve’s apartment. The vague recollection of that morning you fled tugs at your mind. You should have left Barrett then. Maybe if you hadn’t been such a coward, he would still be alive. 

It’s not just your mistake you ran from. It was reality. You put off the inevitable for far too long. You didn’t want your relationship to end. Not like that. On top of all that mess, you ignored yourself, your body, for too long. 

By the count of it, you’re nearly two months along. There’s no question who the father is. You and Barrett barely slept in the same bed, let alone got anywhere close to intimate. 

You drop your head and shiver. 

A shadow approaches and something clinks gently on the polished coffee table. You wince and glance up with only your eyes. You don’t move as you feel him looming over you. 

“Tea. Uncaffeinated. Gotta be safe--” 

“Why are you doing this?” You drone to the floor. 

“It’s been a long night. I figured it would help--” 

“Not the goddamn tea.” You lift your head and glare up to him. “We don’t know each other. I don’t want to know you. I don’t want this baby inside of me--” 

“You’re emotional. It’s hormones.” He says calmly. “I can recognise that. You’re not speaking from a good place right now. A lot has happened. You got big news and you’ve lost someone you loved. Once.” 

“You killed him. You—you murderer!” You stand and he shifts to meet you. He’s big. Not that you didn’t notice before but face to face, it’s even more obvious. You’re no match for someone like him. Not for Captain America. 

His jaw ticks and his eyes narrow. “I protected you. He was choking you. I could hear his pulse. He was full of adrenaline. He would’ve killed you if I hadn’t stopped him.” 

“And? All my problems would be solved--” 

“Don’t say that,” he snarls. His veneer cracks and his face contorts in anger. “You won’t talk like that when you’re carrying my child inside of you.” 

“I’m not keeping it--” 

“It’s not your decision.” 

“It’s my body,” you snip. 

He takes a deep breath and his nostrils flare as he lets it out. He considers you and his features ease. “Like I said, you’re not thinking straight right now. Sit down and have your tea.” 

You stare at him then look past him to the door. He puts his hands on your shoulders, drawing your gaze back to him. He pushes until you sit. Enough to warn you of his full force. You gulp as your butt meets the couch. 

“Stop acting like this is the worst thing that could happen to you,” he drags a hand away and grabs the tea. “I’d say it’s the best thing you could hope for.” 

He hands you the cup, holding it by the body even as it steams. You take it by the handle and watch him. He releases it as your knuckles touch the searing porcelain and you tremble.  

“Besides, where are you going to go?” 

His question breaks the last of your resolve. Your shoulders slump and you look down into the depths of the pale herbal brew. You blow over it and drink without feeling the singe on your tongue. That simple act keeps you from devolving into a new fit of horror. 

He turns and sits beside you. You want desperately to move away but you don’t have the energy. You’re not sure if it’s acceptance, fear, or just complacency.

You’re done. It’s over. Each time you close your eyes, you see the blood pooling under Barrett’s battered head. 

“That’s it, deep breaths.” He reaches to rub your back. “All that excitement, you gotta be exhausted.” 

You don’t react. Not even a twitch. He caresses your shoulder and his fingertips flutter across to your neck. His touch creeps up and he pets your hair. 

Your eyes search and land on his shield. It hangs from the wall. The edge is still dark red. Your vision blurs as you fixate on it. 

“Wash it off.” You grit through your teeth. 

“What?” He winces and runs his index and thumb along your neck, resting his hand across the back. 

“His blood. His fucking blood!” You slam down the mug and it sloshes, scalding your hand. You yelp and wrench away from him. You stumble to your feet and storm across the apartment. “Get rid of it! Gone! Gone!” 

You grab the bottom of your shirt and wipe the reddened metal. The blood chips away and flecks onto your hand. You whimper and drop the shield, recoiling. You cover your face and heave. 

“God! Just make it stop!” You shriek. “This can’t be real. It can’t!” You spin and stagger around dizzily. “No, no, no--” 

“Sweetheart,” Steve’s footsteps mirror his placid tone as he approaches. “Stop it.” 

“What is wrong with you?” You tear your hands away from your face and growl. “Why don’t you care? You killed him!” 

He stares at you. His expression is tepid. His head tilts as the corners of his lips curve, just a little. 

“Why would I care? I got you.” He shrugs. 

[karlachismylife]

My linear algebra class got moved to tomorrow and I have the terrible urge to post, so here are some speedrun headcanons (yes I'm aware that it's been done a few times, and I agree with the takes I've seen, but lemme just have my fun). It's something along the lines of favourite body part, I guess? But not quite.

I wouldn't say they're explicit, but there are suggestive parts.

Also these aren't strictly x reader, cuz I feel these can be applied to character x character relationships too, but I won't tag them cuz there's a lot of them and I don't wanna get yelled at by people who hate seeing even hints of x reader content. But I have very much been thinking GhostPrice, NikPrice, Ghoap, SoapGaz and a fuckton of others in the process. Just something cozy and loving to start the week since it's snowing (no they are not snow-related).

Price is a tits man. First of all, research shows that older men prefer boobs over ass (I KNOW that he's not actually an old man, it's a joke), but second - he just gives off vibes of someone who can spend hours holding his partner in his lap and just groping and kneading them breasts - doesn't matter the size, doesn't matter whether those are real breasts, implanted, just pecs; whether you have big areolas. mastectomy scars, absolute flatness, doesn't matter in the slightest: John will latch onto them, mouthing all over the skin, sucking hickeys and lovebites dangerously close to the area usually visible under their clothes. If there's not enough flesh to fill out his palms, he'll just hold what he gets while he sucks on those nipples eagerly, beard prickling sensitive, wet skin. John is also a tits man outside sex: his partner's chest is his favourite pillow, so he rests his head there or nuzzles between for a nap regularly. It's about the intimacy, the heartbeat and the sensual symbolism, not tits in particular.

Ghost is a lap/belly nuzzler. Nothing feels safer than being able to rest his troubled head on them soft thighs and hide in the softness of one's stomach from the world. He might be so much bigger than his partner's lap, or they might not have that much meat on their bones, but Simon still feels the safest when he's cradled like a baby and surrounded by the warmth of one of the most vulnerable parts of a human body. Hug his shoulders, shield him, push him into the folding between your belly and thighs - that keeps his demons away. And gives him a nice opportunity to tickle/blow raspberries when you least expect it. Probably finds delight in those occasions when yout stomach grumbles right above his chipped ear - you can feel his scarred lips stretch into a wide smile against your skin and you can rest assured he will let some little joke slip. But even more probably he will ask to stay for five more minutes before you can grab a bite to eat.

Soap is an ass man and he also has been ashamed 1,5 times in his life, so he will put his grabby paws on his partner's butt in all circumstances, beware. Sneaks a squeeze every time he passes by, slides his hands down during kisses, holds a posessive handful when he has his partner in his lap. It's just nice to look at and also very fidgety for his restless hands - so good for squeezing, kneading and pinching! Is a menace and will slap that arse - with a palm or, after he almost injured himself with the change/keys stuffed in your back pocket, a towel. Will be a coward and run away from revenge, but actually can take a rough spanking and give one too if you're into that. Absolutely uses your ass as a pillow, good luck shaking him off if you need to move - he somehow gets heavier when he's relaxed, but keeps a steel grip on your hips. If you wake him up by trying to escape, he'll just drag you back and bite. Oh yeah, he bites. He'll do anything with your ass, really, make out with it, take it out to candlelit dinner, tie a knot... are those sex metaphors? Yes. But also if he could marry someone's butt, he probably would.

Gaz feels like he would be into thighs, but also into hands. Like, every one of them isn't a straightforward character, but Kyle's duality strikes me the most for some reason. Probably because it's so trixter-y in its nature, he's such a romantic, moral man, very much focused on doing the right thing and serving as a compass for everyone around him, even if his views and principles evolve with time, but he's also such a little shit at heart - a real prankster and chaos agent. Incredibly clever and sly. So it feels right that while he loves just holding hands, be it out on the street or while lounging at home in a cuddle heap, tracing patterns on the back of his partner's palm and brushing his thumb over your knuckles, he is also a feral fox, gripping, biting and kissing those thighs, ogling the way they move when you walk, leaving marks and tracing those with his tongue... he's also a big lap napper, but he prefers his face stuck in the lap itself, arms wrapped around your thighs tightly. Or even better - one arm hugging your thighs like a comfy pillow, and the other resting peacefully with your hand clutched in his, fingers intertwined tenderly.

Nikolai is a waist grabber. He probably prefers tits over ass, yeah, but he's more focused on keeping his arm wrapped around his partner's waist - or at least pressing his big palm on the small of their back. Is a big tease and likes to keep everyone around him on their toes, so expect sudden pinches of tickle attacks on your sides. Comes up from behind to hug you and lock his huge paws on your stomach, probably interrupting whatever you were doing, but he just wants to hold what's his properly, arms full and securely tightened. Also he likes to kiss those spots behind his partner's ears (and tickle those too). He's not overly possessive since he very well knows only the dumbest of the dumb will try to steal from him (and also he's pretty sure he's doing enough to keep his partner with him willingly), but he just likes the feeling of having something he likes so much. Might stem from his strict upbringing, soviet scarcity of everything or maybe he's just a lil' bit greedy by nature. Either way, his preferred sex poses usually include him holding you by the waist a lot.

König is there to be the little spoon. Not only is it safe since he trusts his partner more than anyone, it also frees him from the necessity to hold eye contact - it's just tiring and a little anxiety-inducing for him, even if you say you're okay with him avoiding it. He feels like he's just expected to do it, but when his back is turned to you, he kinda isn't. And finally, it's just fun: he has quite a sense of humor, actually, and he won't deny that him being the "little" spoon with a partner who's smaller (doesn't matter if your size difference is comicly huge or you're actually not that far, you're definitely smaller than him). He also very much enjoys taking his partner's palm and placing it over his heartbeat - it's soothing and romantic, and also will help you notice if his anxiety spikes before he has some upsetting reaction. Never happened while you two cuddle, actually, but knowing you're there to just be with him and keep him safe is enough for this big boy. Will repay the favour by seating you between his legs, chest pressed to your back, and cuddling you like that - but only when seated for some reason. Might be spine problems, I dunno.

Valeria is a throat grabber, squeezer, biter, kisser and everything else you can imagine. She likes power, she's not ashamed of that, and she can handle having it. Marks her partner up with bitemarks and hickeys, and maybe even knife scratches and her name carved into the soft, vulnerable place between their collarbones. Likes to just run her fingers over your throat, feeling the pulse, stretching her grip to accomodate as much of your lifeline as she can into her threatening palm. But it's not always such obvious powerplay, she also enjoys kissing the soft skin gently and innocently, simply because it's sensitive and intimate. Her fingertips dance around your nape and throat while you're cuddling, sometimes they stop to feel your voice vibrating as you're telling her something, sometimes she flicks your earlobe plafully or scratches that nice place at the base of your skull. It's possessive and warm, and she would never actually threaten your life (probably), but the thrill gets both of you.

That's my random character speedrun for now, might add someone with a part two (feel free to request), and now back to my other things to do.

[duffslut]

Why'd you only call me when you're high? *2*

Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Part *One* of this story.

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 1001

Warnings: Angst!

The day dawned and your body was exactly the same way Izzy had laid it on the bed last night, you didn't know what time you had finally fallen asleep, but you had the feeling that you slept for a very short time. You sat up in bed and rested your back against the headboard, feeling a sharp pain in your head that made you let out a groan. You had no intention of getting up, your body seemed to be stuck to the sheets, you reached over to the desk and grabbed a cigarette.

The day was clear but cold and you felt relieved it was sunday and you didn't have to go to work in the state you were in. You took a drag on your cigarette and let the smoke slowly come out of your nose, your phone rang but you were too lazy to answer it, you heard it ring until the call went to voicemail.

"Hey, mhm... I don't know if you're awake yet but, Izzy told me about last night, he's feeling really bad I think you guys should talk."

And suddenly you remembered. Izzy had come to your house last night, you talked too much, told him you loved him and he just left. The memories came rushing back, making your head hurt even more, and a boiling anger took over you. You answered the phone before Duff hung up.

"You can tell your stupid friend that he has no right to feel bad and that meeting him was the worst thing I ever did in my life!"

You hung up the phone, slamming it down hard. How typical of Izzy, to send his friend to deliver a message for him. What a coward. You said to yourself mentally, trying your best to hate him, you knew that declaring yourself might not happen as expected, but you never imagined that Izzy could be so cold to you, leaving you alone without even an answer.

You walked around the room not knowing what to do, your whole like was such a mess. You were on your third cigarette, still wearing your pajamas when your doorbell rang.

You threw your cigarette butt in the ashtray and went to answer it, wondering who would disturb you on a sunday morning.

- No! - You screamed and closed the door immediately when you saw who was standing behind it.

- Y/n Please! - You heard Izzy say, knocking on the door again. - Please just give me a chance!

You covered your mouth with both hands, and let your body fall to the ground, feeling your throat hurt and your eyes burn, you were about to start crying. Why was he there? Wasn't it enough to humiliate you last night? To leave you alone and drunk after you had just told him you loved him? You remained silent, maybe he would give up and leave.

Minutes passed and the knocking on the door finally stopped, you got up and opened it to check if he had really gone. As soon as you opened it, a warm hand touched your face and Izzy kissed you, on impulse, you responded, with tears running down your cheeks, but then you returned to your senses and pushed him away slowly.

- Why are you doing this, Izzy? - You asked, genuinely confused, why was he there?

Izzy didn't take his eyes off yours, he entered your room and closed the door without looking back, a mixture of feelings ran through your body, and you had to sit down. Izzy seemed embarrassed but at the same time restless, he didn't move or say anything for a few moments.

- I'm sorry. - Was the first thing he said.

- Don't apologize for not loving me back Izzy. - You spoke quietly, not having the courage to look him in the eyes.

You felt his confused stare at you.

- Y/n, I never imagined I could have someone like you. - He said, you kept your head down while Izzy walked to the other couch and sat down. - I never imagined that you could want to have anything with me.

You listened to his words, still unable to understand where he was going with this, he waited for an answer for a while, but you didn't say anything.

- I tried to distract myself by going to parties, drinking like a drunkard and doing drugs, but you were always on my mind, so much so that I always ended up calling you. - You looked up. - I always called you because you were the one I really wanted, it was always you, Y/n.

Izzy sighed, you didn't know what to think.

- Why didn't you say anything yesterday? - It was the only answer you could think of.

- I was taken by surprise, I was too nervous, I was too drunk and I said things I would never have said to you, if you knew how much I wanted to hurt myself for making you cry... Leaving you alone in that bed was more painful for me than for you Y/n, believe me, I was so disgusted when I realized you were right, that I actually used you.

- Please don't talk about yourself like that. - You said.

- It's what I deserve, because I loved you and didn't treated you like I should have, and now I've lost you forever.

- You loved me? - You asked.

- I've always did, and I think I always will.

You finally let out the air that had been trapped in your lungs since Izzy had started talking, he loved you! Seeing him being so intimate and sincere with you made you realize that you could never hate him, not even if you wanted to.

- I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry, for everything. -Izzy said getting up and heading to the door.

It took you a few seconds to get up and run to him.

- Izzy! - He turned around and you threw yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. - Stay.

[houserautha]

hcs about giedi prime as a planet in general?

I am SO GLAD you asked!!!!!! Hold on to your butts because a lot of this is probably just me rambling

• Harkonnens are obviously a very proud people. In my mind it’s a war planet that loves combat and conquering. It’s also canonically heavily, heavily industrialized

• SOOOO a lot of their culture and traditions revolve around the warrior/high productivity mentality

• House Atreides canonically has roots in Ancient Greece, so I think it’s fun to play with Harkonnens ancestry. I don’t know if there’s anything canon but I like to think that they at least have adopted some of the social/cultural aspects of Sparta (I know it’s basic but hear me out)

• Obviously because Sparta was known to be military-focused and just because their brutality and social structure seem fitting with what’s in my head for Giedi Prime

• Children, boys and girls, are ruthlessly trained at a young age and conditioned into little warriors. Propaganda of the great Harkonnens shoved down their throats

• I think that women would have some power, similar to Sparta. Obviously not as much sway as other planets might have but they’re educated and trained to fight because what’s the point of a weak individual?

• Combat is their greatest source of pride and entertainment so fighters are basically celebrities

• If you live to old age on GP then you’re either the baddest bitch around or a coward and your social acceptance will depend on how others perceive you

• the black sun basically sucks out all color so they never even bother with colorful clothes or buildings and that’s why they always wear black (also it’s badass) (also this might not really be a HC but)

• GP is devoid of basically any plant life so their food is pretty dull and flavorless unless you’re wealthy enough to import spices and the likes

• The black markings that Feyd sports on his chest in the movies are tattoos, each bar corresponding with an inordinate number of people killed in combat. Most Harkonnens will only have one or two if that

• they actually have hair (albeit shaved close to the head) until they graduate their training school and then they’re inducted into adult life by dunking their heads in this acidic formula that permanently kills the hair follicles. It’s also a show of strength and resilience and not everyone survives this.

• No hair = nothing to grab onto in a fight

• Not very many animals can survive on GP and if they do there’s a 1000% chance it will kill you

• they would crumple so fast without all of their technology, they depend very heavily upon it not only for jobs and exports but also daily life

And more HCs will be included in These Destined Ends, particularly ceremonies such as weddings, births, funerals, etc 🫣

[ruewrote]

𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙.

PAIRING: jake seresin x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: nonsense by sabrina carpenter WORD COUNT: 912

navigation | ask | top gun masterlist

this was now the fifth or sixth time that jake had tried to flirt with you, the previous attempts failing since you had shot him down.

you knew of his reputation and you weren't going to be another notch under his belt.

he probably thought you were just playing hard to get, but he got a little more frustrated every single time he got turned down, but was never forceful, he just didn't think he could like someone this much.

you didn't know what he was trying to prove or who he was trying to prove it to.

you already had enough on your plate, making drinks, wiping tables down. it was far from the first time an aviator tried flirting with you either for free drinks or for your number, of course you never gave it out because they all gave up quite easily or never put enough effort in.

not him though.

man was he persistent, it was nice just knowing that someone was thinking of you. yes he might think there's a possibility that he might be able to get into your pants, but a little flirting never hurt anybody, right?

fluttered eyelashes and small gestures like opening the door for you, him letting you walk in first not before sending you a winning smile.

tonight was no different then the others - well that was until a drunken dickhead decided to think it was a good idea to grab your ass.

as soon as it happened you turned around, fist meeting his nose knocking him onto his butt. shaking your hand a little whilst you kept staring at the creep on the floor.

grabbing his nose, he stood as the blood gushed out of his nose. his face full of rage, you soon regretted your punch when he towered over you, backing away he soon stopped when hangman slid in between the two of you, shielding you away from the guy.

"im gonna have to ask you to leave dude, you've crossed the line, the lady was lucky that she let you get away with just a bloody nose. i would've beaten you black and blue for that."

this just made the guy square up to jake, he stood a couple of inches shorted than the aviator, all jake did was firmly planted his feet where he stood, chest puffed out.

the coward ran out of the bar, seresin stood his ground making sure the guy was gone for good before turning to make sure that you were alright.

the whole bar went back to doing what they were doing previous to when the incident started, you didn't even realise that most people had stopped to watch what was happening - some of them ready to intervene if it had come down to it.

once he had scanned your body for any injuries his eyes landed on your hand, the one that had taken a blow not too long ago.

he lightly ran his thumb over your bruised knuckles as he held your hand, you slightly flinched trying to downplay the pain that you feel.

that led him guiding you to the backroom, penny smirking whilst giving you a nod which made you roll your eyes.

once you got there, he sat you down on a unopened keg, opening the freezer door finding an icepack.

you admired him as long as you could before he turned to make his way back over to you, gently placing the ice on your knuckles cradling your hand.

a sharp hiss left your mouth, which made him apologise profusely.

"ive never had anyone defend my honour before, honestly thought he was gonna lay me out flat after he stood up." that just made him shake his head with a small smile, keeping his eyes on your hand in his.

"you know i would never let anything happen as long as i was there."

you had never been this close to him before, so close that you could see the flecks of brown in his green eyes. feel his breath fanning your face, his eyes flickering down to your lips waiting for a response.

"i know. i believe that..." you both leant closer to each other, you were sure he could hear how fast and strong your heart was beating as your lips met his.

it was everything you dreamt of and more.

it felt right. you felt safe with him.

you pulled away with a wide grin on your face, a nervous giggle falling out of your mouth.

"worth the wait, now you stubborn woman will you please let me take you out on a goddamn date?" he playfully slumped himself against you, head on your shoulder.

of course your answer was yes, how could you say no to him?

after you walked out of the break room it must of been obvious that something happened from the hand holding, payback and fanboy started making kissing noises and rubbing there arms up and down their sides pretending to make out with someone.

everyone else in the bar started cheering which made you rest your head on jake's shoulder as a deep blush spread across your cheeks, all he did was shake his head and snaked his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him kissing your cheek.

"it's about damn time." looking over to see it was penny and pete smirking at you both.

the teasing was never ending of course.

© ruewrote.

[xuchiya]

cafe ma chérie {j.wooyoung}

cafe love m.list || k.hongjoong || p.seonghwa || j.yunho || k.yeosang || c.san || s.mingi || j.wooyoung || c.jongho

The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans is your personal kryptonite, if this becomes a perfume, you would non stop spraying it on your home. It held the promise of a productive morning, a comforting afternoon pick-me-up, or a late-night study session fueled by caffeine and dreams. You decided to read your book outside your crowded apartment, it was kind of suffocating to be inside all the time and you thought maybe a coffee shop could be a new place for you to finish your book.

Cafe Love, a haven tucked away on a bustling side street, is your refuge from a particularly disastrous blind date just this morning. Your aunt was really push-y in terms of you marrying a person or just wanting to set you up in general to have you learn the “real” world of your fantasy. The man, a self-proclaimed "romance novelist", had regaled you with tales of his inflatable unicorn collection and the company that he is working at oh-so hated with all the fiber of his body.

Needless to say, love was not in the air, just the lingering scent of desperation. It was something you do not look forward to hence remembering.

Pushing open the cafe door, you were met with a symphony of sounds – the gentle hum of the espresso machine, the rhythmic clinking of spoons against mugs, and the soft murmur of conversation, you approach the cashier, greeting your older brother— “Hey Min~”

He looked up from the cups he was writing, “Oh hey sis, how are you doing? How’s the date?” Your smile drops and your eyes circle out of annoyance, just remembering what happened sent shivers down your spine. Mingi saw your reaction and laughed gently, “Based on your reaction, it did not go well.” You nodded, “Generation gap is something Aunty forgot sometimes.”

Mingi chuckles, shaking his head, “You sit down, I’ll let Wooyoung prepare your drink.” You thank him quietly after paying before moving towards the bar in the barista area.

As you sat down on one of the high chairs, “What is the love this time … “ You mumble, your butt taking a seat clumsily on the high chair next to another guy, around the same age as you. You notice him, watching with doe eyes at the waitress— that you happen to know the newest staff— whilst he taps on the cup of latte in his hand.

“Don’t worry, he ain’t a creep, just a coward.” Wooyoung openly spoke to you at the same time, teasing the guy beside you. You watch them bicker back and forth, meanwhile your eyes are lingering on Wooyoung. You know him because him and your brother tend to hang out a lot and there was never a day where Wooyoung would never leave you alone.

With a newfound lightness Wooyoung approached you with your drink, “Here you go sweetie, nice and warm cafe for a beautiful juliet.” Your cheeks burned,taking a sip on the latter he made. You hummed at the taste, Wooyoung, who has been observing you, chuckled, “Taste good?” You lick the frosting off your lip.

"Amazing actually.” He nods, grabbing another cup before serving it to another customer. You spun on your seat, the guy beside you noticed your flaring cheeks before laughing to himself, “Looks like we’re in the same situation but different scenario.” You nodded, agreeing on the concept of his stories.

As the closing time is nearing, the guy— Jongho bids you and Wooyoung goodbye— before approaching the girl with a latte. You stay on your seat, watching the whole thing unfold, your heart sky-rocketing as you gaze at their new found love. You smile at their interaction before a voice calls gently, “Cafe love has really done its job to bring people together …” Jongho and the girl left with a big smile on their faces “or maybe not.” Your eyes trailed on a tall man leaving the shop with tears in his eyes, holding a cup of espresso and a hunch figure crying on a table alone.

"You’ve been a witness to every story?" You spoke softly, Wooyoung nodding at your statement, “I have, quite intense …” His eyes trailed on his senior head talking to their manager with a fond look on their eyes, “quite aggressive …” You chuckle when you see your brother’s fiancee raising an eyebrow at a woman, who tempts to flirt with Mingi, “She just loves my brother.”

Wooyoung raises his hands in surrender, “she’s feisty.” You shake your head.

“Quite the cliche one to be honest …” Wooyoung nodding towards the window. You notice the baker’s window and see how a typical yet sweet love story is created as Yeosang bakes with his assistant baker. Then Hongjoong looked at the second senior head—who has a stoic cold face— with so much admiration that he was caught by her and scolded for not focusing, “Quite the aloof one …”

“See you tomorrow Woo!” You heard a deep voice called, you saw Wooyoung waves at the man before disappearing from the frost door, he nodded at the man who left, “Quite the clumsy love story …”

You look at him, admiring how he had taken note of the love story that unfolds in front him. How he had entertained himself with the scenes that are worth a time to read you see on the web, Wooyoung found them a way to learn how love comes in, does and shows.

He wakes up, sees another tale unfold and he waits. He waited again. The one he admires was in love with another and he respects the decision, leaving them to create their story and continue looking for the love story he wishes to read. Yet fate did not fail him.

Meanwhile, you weren’t one to be in a relationship but when you do, you wish it was someone that meets your ideal type yet it seems like someone wants you to suffer for having that ideal or standards to a person. So you gave up searching and let fate do it. You also have been a witness to different scenes of love, bittersweet, cliche ending, unexpected expected ending and few more endings you knew. But love didn’t leave your side.

“Have you found your Romeo?” You were snap out of your thoughts, you glance at Wooyoung. He has a small smile on his lips, inclining towards the book laying on top of the counter. You chuckle, grabbing it and flipping to the chapter where Juliet met Romeo for the first time.

Inside the Capulet Ball, hosting a grand ball meanwhile a Montague sneaks in uninvited with his heart entangled with unrequited love for Rosaline. But as Romeo navigates through the ball, his heart soars when he sees Juliet across the room. Captivated and entranced with her beauty. Juliet saw Romeo and that moment, it was just both of them in the room even if a war were to create between them Love still wins as Romeo approaches Juliet and asks for a kiss to seal a love blooming between them.

You look up from the book cover, a smile on your lips as you gaze on Wooyoung, “I have …” He chuckles moving forward, squinting at you teasingly, “Really? Does he serve coffee well?” You pretend to think about it, “Hmm he does but it lacks something.” Wooyoung’s eyebrow furrowed in confusion, “W-What?” You chuckle, leaning forward, closing the distance between you two. You met his lips on yours, your connection deepens and an unexpected vow was created between you both as your lips move in sync before pulling away.

“Love. You have to put more love on that, chérie.” With a whisk of your wrist, the place slowly dissolves into a different scenery.

From a modern design cafe turns into a cottage look, vines crawling on the walls with a fireplace crackling with a decent amount of fire emitting to make the room warm.

You sigh in relief, looking at your home. Wooyoung walks up to you wrapping his arms around your figure, nuzzling his nose on your neck, “Finally the story is over. My powers can’t keep up with the dazzling light of emotions of these people.”

You chuckle, moving around to place your arms around his broad shoulder, swaying yourselves in a rhythm, “Me too, can’t believe Aunty wanted me to marry that man.” You roll your eyes playfully but it was something you never look forward to. Again. Wooyoung chuckles, “Your Aunt has a taste though but it ain’t your kind of trope.”

“That kind of trope is supposed to cease in the story of a love book!”

"I'll tell Yeosang about it, don't worry."

You watch his eyes twinkle at your tantrum. His heart had beaten again like crazy, just like the way he saw you across the room. Your hair flowing on your shoulders, velvet gown hugs your body and the red cherry lips were mesmerising.

“Chérie, remember our first kiss?” You looked at him and nodded, a fond smile crept up your lips, “It was during a party that you weren’t invited and decided to follow where my chambers were…”

Even with the fiery cousin of yours and the war that your families have with another kingdom never stops your heart from leaping when you see Wooyoung across the room.

“And kiss you on your balcony after speaking about your feelings for me.” He teases you while you smack his head playfully, he chuckles apologising to you with a small kiss on your nose.

But even after a love forbidden and ending it with such a tragic ending, your wish as you take your final breath to find love for you and let fate find Wooyoung back to you is an ending you would never get tired of reading again and again.

And seems like love did not fail you as fate led Wooyoung back to you, "Thank you for building Cafe Love."

You chuckle, playing the back of his hair, "I was given another chance to love and I'll wish fate to bring you back to me and now all I have to do is bring love to people in return."

“I love you Juliet.” 'Wooyoung softly spoke, eyes gleaming with so much emotion. You return the same fond of affection, leaning in to close the gap between you, sealing your love story with the kiss.

“I love you too my Romeo~”

And a happy ending that you both deserve.

THE END

[cannebady]

But what if Blitz starts a habit of hanging around outside the palace just trying to catch a glimpse of Stolas. Not unlike he does to M&M, but with the sharp edge of regret he can pull out to cut himself on later when the time calls for it.

Whatever. He needed a replacement for the mind rending Fizz-Guilt he's been chipping away at since reconnecting with the jester anyway.

He sometimes waits until the palace has gone silent and climbs up to the balustrade like he used to when things were both simpler and shitfuck complicated and stares through the window at a sleeping owl and remembers how soft that bed was (and the feathers that are even softer, not to mention the look that used to cross those eyes when-).

Well, too little too late. Blitz caught up just in enough time for Stolas to walk off the track. Typical.

He keeps staring in his bedroom window though, like a fucking useless creep. To be fair he doesn't have much going on outside of work these days.

It goes on for weeks and fucking weeks because he's a pathetic coward and also obsessive and fuck, he just misses Stolas okay? That's all. Stop asking.

He gets caught because of course he does and it's not like he was even trying to be subtle anymore.

Blitz is sitting on the balcony, cigarette in hand when an elegant talon pops into his periphery. He hands over the cigarette without further prompting but can't make himself turn to look the prince in the eye.

"You've been here every evening for two weeks." Stolas breaks the silence.

Fuck, so much for flying under the radar. Blitz doesn't deny it because it's true and also fuck you.

He shrugs and holds out his hand for the cigarette back. Stolas obliges and Blitz takes a long drag, stunning out the butt on the railing even though it used to make the bird tut at him (adorably).

"What if," he starts, and fuck his voice is rough. How long has it been since he spoke? How many cigarettes has he chain smoked staring at a door and pining like a little bitch?

Stolas turns his head to him and Blitz finally lets himself make eye contact and fuck he wishes he didn't.

The look in those eyes, all four of them, kind of breaks something in him. Where there was once affection and desire, there's now suspicion and a wall so thick and out of place on those features he nearly flings himself from the railing (they could use some work anyway, one wrong move and you'd go right off the side) to get away from it.

"Yes, Blitz?" Stolas prompts and he's all princely proper and Blitz fucking hates it.

He groans but it's time to nut up. "What if I wanted to try?" he says, and it takes everything in him to keep going. "What if," he reaches out for Stolas's hang and only grabs it because the bird is stunned stock still. He clears his throat and fuck when did his collar get so fucking tight? "What if I was all in? What if I finally caught up?"

He holds eye contact even though he feels flayed alive. Stolas's shock melts to something like hope and then finally back to suspicious.

He finally sighs, looks out at the landscape, and says "I'm not sure."

He doesn't let go of Blitz's hand though.

"I've missed you," the owl says, "but, after everything, I need to think about this."

It hurts. He knew it would. But it's not a 'no'.

"Okay," he replies and fuck his voice sounds fucking destroyed, "Yeah, okay."

After another few moments he gives Stolas's hand a squeeze and drops it. Stolas gives him a tight smile but starts back towards his room and Blitz starts over the balustrade to lick his wounds in peace. Before he gets too far he hears the quick click of talons on stone and waits. Just maybe...

"Maybe you could text me sometime, if it crosses your mind?", comes Stolas's soft voice and fuck he'd missed that.

"I could," Blitz replies. They don't look at each other, can't from where they're standing, but Blitz knows there's something the passes between them anyway, can feel the owls presence above him. They both let the tension rise for a beat before Stolas hums his understanding.

After a few moments more, the footsteps retreat and Blitz makes his way back to his very obviously parked van (seriously how is he an assassin?). Before he drives home he opens a very specific text chat and fires off a quick message.

In a fancy room, just inside a balcony that still smells of tobacco and weed, a royal phone buzzes on a nightstand.

When the message is read by four claret eyes, mere seconds after it arrived, something bubbles in the prince's gut for the first time in several full moons.

It simply reads, "Tag, ur it ❤️".

[caradecema]

Again// Twister

Part 4

Summary: A love-hate relationship between a cold, could careless, Scott and happy, carefree Marian. The two of them are on different sides when it comes to chasing Tornadoes.

What could happen between the two of them when Tyler Owens is playing Cupid.

{Scott x OC fem}

Part1, Part2, Part3, Part4, Part 5

-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-

A soft smile formed on her lips as she remembered the event of last night. Her arm began to move trying to find Scott's body when she didn't she sigh looking around wondering if he was changing. 

When she didn't see him she called out for him but got no answer. What the fuck? Taking a look around the room she noticed his clothes were gone. She grabbed her phone and dialed his number a smile on her lips as she waited for him to pick up when he didn't she opted to text him instead.  

Marian- Did you guys already leave? Marian- Scott? Marian- Hello?

A pang went through her entire body but she refused to cry instead she picked up her clothes and made her way to her room. Fucking him had been a fucking mistake.

After taking a shower and packing her clothes she made her way to the van. Tyler looked at her a smirk on his lips as he looped his arm on her shoulders. "I went to see if you were fine but you weren't in your room" Tyler teased. Mar didn't say anything as she pushed his arm away and made her way to the truck focusing on her tablet.

Tyler stood there wondering if Scott was just as bad as fucking as he was talking. But now that he thought of it the Storm Par was gone. "Mar?" He asked as he got in the truck. "An hour from here should be another tornado in a few hours" Mar spoke tapping away on her tablet and ignoring him not wanting him to ask more questions. 

"Give me that shit" Tyler spoke taking Scott's hat and placing one of his as he threw the hat to the back of the truck.

"Forget about that good for nothing, I'm sure once you go back you'll find yourself a good man and wealthy unlike that bitch" Tyler smiled making her smile as well "You forget he is wealthy, he's the nephew of the owner of Storm par" Tyler gave her a grin "Someone wealthier" He corrected himself. "We truly don't have luck when it comes to our love life huh?" Mar told him making him laugh. "It seems we don't,  little one, it seems we don't."

-=-=-

A few days had gone by since the incident with Scott, thankfully they had not run into storm par but Kate had texted wondering what had happened between the two of them. Kate had told her that Scott was more of an asshole than usual and was a pain in the ass to be around. Mar had been honest with her and told her what had happened the night before they took off.

With Kate and Storm Par, they had called it a day and went back to the hotel they were staying at. "You need a babysitter now too?" Scott asked annoyed at Javi making Kate turn her finger jabbing into his chest. 

"You need to chill the fuck up! Just because you ran away from her because you were a coward that couldn't appreciate a good woman does not mean you get to be a bitch now! I have never met someone so stupid as you Scott" Kate sneered as she left for her own room leaving behind Scott and Javi to look at one another.

"The hell happened between you two?" Javi asked making Scott sneer "T'fuck you looking at? Don't you have a job to be doing?" Scott shouted at one of the interns as he left for his own room. 

When he made it a sigh left his lips as he saw the missed call and text from Marian. God, she had felt so good, but he was scared he hadn't felt this vulnerable with someone and it scared him. It was better for her to think he was an asshole that didn't deserve her.

Javi was left behind confused as to what the fick had happened. All he remembers was Scott knocking on his door in the butt crack of dawn that they needed to leave. T'fuck happened between him and Mar?

-=-=-

Much to her luck, they ran paths with Storm Pat again. Marian lowered her hat as she quickly made her way to her room ignoring Scott. Kate gave Scott a look as she went to knock on her door telling her it was her and not a certain someone. 

Tyler couldn't help but feel bad for Mar, he had kind of pushed them together in a way. Now looking at Mar all sad made him feel horrible but not horrible enough not to beat the fuck out of Scott.

Tyler kept his gaze on Scott a scowl on his face as he made his way to them. "Here" Tyler spoke shoving the hat to Scott's chest "Don't fucken get near her again!" He warned him and left.

Javi gave Scott a look "What?" Scott snartle "Nothing," Javi told him leaving him to go take a much-needed nap. Scott looked up to see his room number noticing that he was next to Mar just like before. He stared at her door wondering if he should knock and apologize but he chose not to and made his way inside his own room.

By nightfall, Tyler had texted her of a rodeo that would be happening a few miles from where they were staying. Not really having much to do she got out of bed and changed into some jeans, a shirt, and a pair of boots and headed out the door. As she made her way to one of the trucks she came face to face with Scott. The two of them gave each other a look.

Marian didn't say much but she cursed herself as she looked him up and down. He was wearing a pair of grey sweats and a black t-shirt that hugged his entire body perfectly. Fuck why they he have to be so hot?

"Mar-" That's all it took for her to snap out of it as she walked past him and made her way to the truck starting it when she saw him walking her way. Scott was left there a look of defeat on his face as he went back to Javi's room wondering if he knew where she was heading. Or could track down their truck.

It didn't take long for Javi to open the door a confused look on his face when he saw Scott. "Where is Marian going" Javi didn't say much instead he opted to close the door on Scotts face. Scott stood there confused as fuck before knocking again harder this time.

"Javier! Open the fucking door!" Scott sneered. Inside Javi let out a sigh before opening the door. "I have no fucking idea what happened between you and Mar... But I know you hurt her! So no I ain't telling you where she is going! Now leave me the fuck alone" Javi sneered "Melolengo, estupido, como puede ser que seas tan arrogant?" Javi added before slamming the door in his face again.

Scott stood there not knowing what the last part meant but he knew he got called stupid. With one last glare, he left for his room wondering if he could track their truck with his tablet.

It wasn't long for Mar to make it to the town a smile forming on her lips as she made her way to the rodeo trying her best to stay away from Kate and Tyler who sat a few rows in front of her. Mar enjoyed the show as she ate her hotdog. More than a few times she would wince when the men would go flying as the bull went after them.

As the night went on she had forgotten about Scott her head on the rodeo and taking pictures of Tyler and Kate as they spoke with one another. The fun didn't last when the tornado warning went out. Tyler and Kate were quick to look back at her their eyes widened as Mar jumped down the bleachers and to them. "Let's get the fuck out of here," She told them as she reach for her tablet but remembered that she had not brought it with her.

The three of them began to make their way out of the arena just to see people going in their cars and leaving. Looking up the three of them could see the tornado forming as the thunder illuminated. 

"There should be some kind of shelter" Tyler shouted as they made their way towards the motel. "Go inside I'll make sure no one needs help" Mar shouted as she left the two of them alone and ran out.

Making her way around she notice everyone running like headless chickens trying to get the fuck out of there. Looking up she knew they didn't have enough time before the tornado hit. "Sir, you won't make it!" Marian shouted as an older gentleman looked at her as he held his dog. "Then what do you suggest we do?" He shouted as he looked up.

"Go to the motel there should be a basement" Marian smiled as the man nodded and left. She kept walking holding herself as the heavy rain soaked her in seconds. Her hand rested on her face trying to shield it from the heavy rain as she kept sending people away she began to make her way back to where Tyler and Kate were just to see them running out of the motel. "Tyler! Tyler" She shouted but due to the strong wind her cries were swallowed.

Marian began to run to them trying to get to safety as she saw the tornado nearing them. Before she could go any further a piece of debris knocked her to the ground as the wind began to suck her towards the tornado. Her body froze as fear began to take over her senses. \

She tried to stand but was knocked out again by a branch this time a scream sounded she didn't know where it came from but part of her knew it was her. It wasn't until she felt a grip on her arm. Looking up she saw a man smiling down at her as he helped her.

"Come on sweetheart," He smiled as they made it to one of the sheds in the back. "Hold up, my friends! We must tell them" She shouted as she pointed to the motel. The man gave her a sad smile "I'm sorry love, but there's no basement there, Steady now, love" he whispered as he began to help her down to the basement. Marian couldn't help but cry at the thought of Tyler and Kate dying.

The man gave her a pitty look as he held her, the harsh wind sounded above them as the Torndado passed. The wooden doors shook like crazy making many cry. Marian stared at the black wall tears leaving her eyes.

Javi and Scott made it to the town after Javi received a warning of a tornado that would pass where Marian, Kate, and Tyler were. The two of them looked at one another as they saw what was left of it. 

"Javi" The voice of Kate made them look up a sigh of relief left Javi's lips as he made his way to her engulfing her in a hug and patting Tyler on the arm. "Where's Marian?" Scott asked when he didn't spot her with them. Tyler went wide-eyed as he left them.

"Mar! Mar!" He shouted. "Mar! Come on little one!" Tyler's voice began to crack as he shouted the name of his best friend. Scott stood there looking at him and then at the others as they began to shout her name. She was dead? He thought and it was his fault! If he hadn't left that night, she wouldn't have left... she would be back in the motel with him.

"Marian!" Tyler's scream brought him out of his train of thought. "Marian, oh thank you Jesus" Tyler cried as he brought her into a hug. Scott looked at her before walking her way. "How bad does it hurt?" Tyler asks when he notices the cut on her face. "I'm fine, mama" Marian laughed but Scott knew she was lying he could see she was in pain.

"Let's call the others" Tyler spoke taking his phone and dialing Boone. "Here" Scott spoke as he placed his sweater on her shoulders. "Thanks" that is all she said as she made her way to Tyler the older boy hugging her and guiding her to Javi's truck. 

Looking around she saw nothing but debris and people crying, she wanted to cry too.

Scott kept his attention on her, he could see her lip trembling as she wiped away her tears. "Fix it before it is too late" Javi hissed passing by him. Scott gave him a look as he left for his truck and grabbed a sprite.

"Here" Scott spoke as he handed her an opened bottle of Sprite. Mar gave him a look "Go fuck yourself" she told him turning around and ignoring his presence. "Marian... look I know me leaving and not answering your text or call was fucked-" Marian turned around with a look of anger on her face as she slapped the bottle of Sprite to the ground.

Scott looked at her then at the bottle of sprite that now laid on the ground.

"Did you only want to get in my pants? Was that all you were after Miller?" She shouted making Scott sigh. "Of course not, shortcake" this made her more mad. "Stop calling me that shit at this point call me a fucking slur" She sneered pushing him away and closing the door to the truck. Scott gave her a look as he tried to open the door just to realize it was locked.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-

[gyumibear]

Denial.

◦ Pairing — Choi Yeonjun x GN! Reader, slight Kang Taehyun x Reader

◦ WC — ~5k

◦ Genre — Angst, Slight Hurt/Comfort & Romance in the end

◦ Warnings  —   Swearing, Mentions of cheating, Mentions of breaking up, Yeonjun just is not redeemable in this one...he insults Y/N a bit...Taehyun comforts you!

◦ A/N  — This is my first full post lol, I hope it does well! Much thanks to @gyuwrites for helping me build and plan this fic! Bigger thanks to @yujipg for designing the graphic! I really appreciate the both of you so much! <3 Also thanks to the other k-labels/kflixnet members that beta’d!

You had always ignored the signs. You ignored it when he turned you down to hang out with her instead. She is one of his closest friends. It's fine. You ignored it when he wanted to study with her instead. Maybe they made plans beforehand... Yep, you had ignored every sign, choosing to make excuses for him. Because you loved him. But your love did nothing but bite you in the butt in the worst moment of your life.

“Hey, can we study for midterms together tonight? I miss you!” You had asked him on the phone just a few hours prior.

“Ah, not today babe…” Again, he was turning you down…

“Eh, why not? We haven’t seen each other all week!”

“I’m sorry…” He “claimed” to be. “I already promised—”

“No worries! I’ll just study on my own… Maybe next time!” You had cut him off, not wanting to drag on the conversation any longer.

You felt sad, knowing he was choosing her over you again, but you didn’t want to look like the jealous partner, so you folded. You always did…

“Jun can’t study with me tonight, so I think I’ll go to the library. I always do better there.” You chatted absentmindedly with your best friend Taehyun.

“He’s with her again isn’t he?” Taehyun sighed, “Nevermind. Let’s not talk about them.”

Taehyun didn’t like to talk about Yeonjun and that girl. It made him feel uncomfortable, feeling as if Yeonjun shouldn’t be prioritizing another person over the person he was dating. He had tried to talk to you about it, but it only ever made you sad, forcing him to give up on the conversation so you wouldn’t break down.

He wished Yeonjun would treat you better. He wished he could treat you better.

“Yeah, it’s whatever.” You waved your hand around, “She needs him. And I trust Jun. He’s never given me a reason not to, even though I wish I could see him more.”

“I can always talk to him about it,” Taehyun suggested, “If you want.”

“Nah.” You waved him off in response. “I don’t want him to feel like he has to choose. She was his friend before we even knew each other anyway. I couldn’t ask him to drop her. Just like how he couldn’t ask me to drop you, my dear childhood friend.”

Yeah, friend. Taehyun’s thoughts were bitter at that moment. You two had only ever been friends. He was the only one that had ever wanted to be more. You never seemed to think of him as anything else. Now to see you with Yeonjun, sucked. Especially because Taehyun knows that Yeonjun does not deserve you. Not at all.

“Your call.” He responded plainly. “You sure you don’t want me to come with you? I’m free.”

“No no! You have work in the morning right? I couldn’t interrupt your sleep, haha.”

You wouldn’t be interrupting anything… Taehyun wished he had the confidence to just tell you everything. All of his thoughts, everything he knew. But he just couldn’t do it. It could ruin everything. He was such a coward.

“Well, at least let me get you dinner first!”

“Sure Tyun,” You smiled, making his heart flip. “Let’s get dinner.”

After you’d gotten done with Taehyun, you grabbed your things and dashed right to the library. You were hoping nobody was in your “secret spot” that you and Yeonjun had found your first year of school. You studied there even if he wasn’t with you. It just brought you immense comfort.

As you turned the corner into that spot, your eyes widened in shock and then, betrayal. Yeonjun and his “friend” were wrapped around each other, lips entwined with such familiarity that you knew instantly that this was not their first time doing this.

“Oh-” You couldn’t stop the word from slipping out of your mouth, immediately catching the attention of your boyfriend and his companion.

“Y/N? You weren’t supposed to be here!” Yeonjun pulled away from the girl, pushing his hair back to try and make himself look composed.

“I… I don’t. What?” Your brain was still trying to process what was going on, and by the time it did, Yeonjun was already up, trying to reach out to grab you.

“This isn’t what it looks like, I swear!”

“Then what am I looking at Jun?”

“I— Look, Y/N, I-”

Feeling tears well up in your eyes, several thoughts ran through your head. Angry, bitter ones, but mostly hurt ones. How could he do something like that to you? Did he want you to see this? How long has this been going on? Weeks? Months? You figured that time didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, but you couldn’t stop your brain. However, you knew you didn’t want them to see you break down. While Yeonjun was stuttering out apologies and excuses, you turned stiffly on your heel and dashed away, Yeonjun muttering something unheard to the girl before quickly running after you.

Walking out of the building completely, you kept your pace swift, needing the utmost distance from the library that you could find. You didn’t even have an exact location where you wanted to go. Anywhere that was far away from that jerk would be just fine with you, you supposed. But you knew you couldn’t go to your dorm, that was too easy. In your shock, you hadn’t even noticed you’d dropped your bag in the library. Maybe you could get one of your friends to grab it later because you weren’t sure if you’d be stepping back in there anytime soon. What was supposed to be a place of comfort to you had just become the setting for the worst night you had had in years.

You wondered if they were back there, laughing at you. You tried to tell yourself you didn't care, that it didn't matter, but you weren't that convincing because sooner than later you found yourself bawling at a random bus stop. You continued sobbing as you got on and off the bus, not caring that you looked embarrassing. Some kind older women tried to comfort you, but the most they could do was offer you tissues and sympathetic glances.

Your body had gone onto autopilot after you started sobbing. You hadn’t even noticed that you were on a familiar route, walking through a familiar park. Your thoughts only kicked in when you sat down on the bench in the exact park he had confessed that he liked you two years back. Why would I even come here? Now I'm just torturing myself.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice belonging to a familiar jerk pleaded, sounding like it was getting annoyingly close to your location. “Y/N! Are you out here?”

How would he even know you’d come here? Standing up as quickly as possible, you started speed-walking in the opposite direction of the voice. It was too soon. It was not the time, and you were pretty sure it would never be the time. The same voice that was once calling you “the most beautiful person he’d ever seen” belonged to the same mouth that was kissing someone else behind your back. What's the point of dating you if he was just going to cheat? It would’ve been better if he had just broken up with you! It would’ve hurt, but way less than this.

"Y/N! Slow down!" You sped up, trying to show him you did not want to talk.

"Leave me alone." You turned a corner, trying to find a way to lose him.

"Please! Please, just let me explain."

You spun around to face him, watching him throw his bike down to the side. Ah, he rode his bike here. That’s how he got here so quickly. Had he followed the bus on his bike too? You used to find his dedication so admirable, but now you felt nothing.

"There's nothing to explain, J- Yeonjun.” You forced yourself to use his actual name, to show him you were serious. “I saw what I saw. There's nothing else to the story. How could you do something like that? To me?"

Your voice wavered with every word, but you forced yourself to get them out. No matter how hurt you were. No matter how much you wanted to curl up and cry. No matter how much you wished this was just a bad dream. You needed to know. You needed to know why you weren’t good enough.

"Y/N, it was a mistake-"

“No." He was not about to pull the classic ‘cheater gets caught and cries’ card. A spike of anger instantly filled you. "Don’t give me shit, Yeonjun! It was obvious that something was going on! I noticed everything! I saw all the signs and I ignored them. Why? Because I trusted you. I trusted you in our relationship, I trusted you to be honest, and I trusted you with my heart. But I was stupid, I was so, so stupid. But not now. I'm not going to keel over. Just tell me why. That’s all I want because this is over. We’re done, so just tell me why you did it."

You refused to say more. You’d gotten out everything you wanted to say for now. Crossing your arms you glared defiantly into the eyes of your ex until he lowered his head. But after what seemed like hours of staring at him, he still said nothing. His eyes were glued to the ground below him, and you couldn’t tell what he could be thinking. Your thoughts drifted to the girl for a second, wondering what was going through her mind. You quickly shook those thoughts away, this wasn’t about her. This was about you and Jun.

"Come on tell me," You hissed out, making Yeonjun finally return your eye contact. You stared deep into his eyes, making your face as blank as you could manage. “I’ll give you one minute before I walk away. Just tell me. Why wasn’t I enough for you?”

You could see the gears turning behind his eyes. You wondered if he was gonna pull that cliche and have a good excuse like you read in those fanfic stories. You wondered if he was gonna turn the tables and yell at you. If he’d just walk away. But as you wondered and time ran out, he didn't say a word. He just kept looking down at the ground. In your heart, he instantly became nothing to you. Silence doesn't always equal guilty, but in this case, you were the jury and your verdict was guilty.

"Three... Two. One." You counted down, half wanting him to stop you. "Okay, Goodbye Jun."

As you turned your back on him, you heard him take a deep sigh. Oh, now he wants to say something? He always did have a flair for the dramatics. You turned back around, eyes widening when Yeonjun no longer looked guilty. He looked…annoyed.

“You want to know why?” His voice was low, filled with spite. “Because you were boring. It was always about studying with you. Library date this, library date that. So fucking boring.”

Your mouth instantly gaped open. This was not what you were expecting to hear. Yeonjun, however, wasn’t done. He crossed his arms, glaring at you before he continued talking.

“And when you weren’t being fucking boring, you were clingy! Jun, I miss you! Jun when can we hang out? Jun, can I come to hang out with you and the guys?” He mocked your voice effortlessly, gesturing with his hands. “I never got a fucking break with you. Never a moment to myself with you. Granted it was cute the first year, but then I started realizing just how much it pissed me off.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself unconsciously, trying to shield yourself from his words. The tears that had dried up on your face had returned, sliding down your cheeks to your chin. You never thought you’d be hearing these words from Yeonjun. Your sweet, considerate boyfriend? It was like he never existed now.

Yeonjun was still ranting on, while you tried to curl into yourself. You were reflecting on his words, criticizing yourself. You’d never seen yourself as clingy or boring before… You thought he had enjoyed doing your library dates! Why hadn’t he just talked to you?

“Why didn’t you tell me you felt this way…?”

“Obviously because you would’ve done something like this! Crying to make yourself look like a victim.”

“Yeonjun, you cheated on me! I am a victim!”

“You deserved it.” He spat. “Didn’t you say you denied everything in your head? You did it to yourself! It was so obvious, right? You wanted to get cheated on.”

He’s not making any sense! Nobody wants to get cheated on! You tried to talk over Yeonjun, but he tuned you out. He went on to tell you that his “new girlfriend” was nothing like you and how much better she was than you. Just overall crushing your self-esteem. In the middle of it all, you just couldn’t take it anymore and you slapped him.

“Why come out here and pretend you wanted to apologize!?” You screamed, wiping your tears furiously as he held his cheek. “Since you hate me so fucking much!”

“I was apologizing out of pity.” Yeonjun held his stinging cheek, bright eyes burning a hole through yours. “But, you deserved to know the truth.”

You stared at Yeonjun like he had grown another head. His hostility to you was completely unwarranted! You’d done nothing wrong. There was so much time for him to talk to you about how he felt, but instead, he cheated on you? Now he wanted to play victim?! Was this even the same Choi Yeonjun you fell in love with? The sadness and hurt running through your body were instantly taken over by disgust.

“Wow.” You sighed, throwing in the towel. You couldn’t stand being near him any longer. “I can’t do this anymore. Just, leave me alone from this point on. Lose my number, don’t talk to me at school. You can give my dorm key to one of our mutual friends. I’m done with you. I’m glad I found out what you were really like underneath all the lies.”

“Whatever.” Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “Like I care what you think.”

You turned and instantly headed back in the general direction of the bus stop. You refused to look back at Yeonjun or even try to have the last word. You were slowly becoming numb. From the cold and the confrontation you had just had, you felt everything just go numb. You couldn’t wait to get back to your dorm so you could be alone to process everything that was going on. You couldn’t even cry anymore. All you could do was walk forward, hoping you wouldn’t cross paths with him again.

You decided to call your friends when you got back to your room. They were mutual friends between you and Yeonjun, but you figured you should be the one to give everyone the news. You just hoped they wouldn’t take his side. It’s not that you thought they were the type to do so, but except for Taehyun, everyone had been friends with Yeonjun longer than they had known you existed. But you loved them like brothers, you just hoped they’d still have that same sentiment for you.

You had to throw some cold water on your face, but even then it was still obvious that you had been crying. Oh well, they’re gonna find out anyway. You quickly went to your video calling app, selected the four boys’ contact names, and started a call. Eventually, they all answered, which was surprising because usually one of them was missing. When your screen brightened up with Soobin, Kai, Beomgyu, and Taehyun’s faces, you felt the tears start to come up again.

“Hey!!” Beomgyu greeted enthusiastically, before noticing your sullen face. “Wait, Y/N, what’s wrong? Did someone die?”

All attention was on you now. The call went silent as you took a deep breath. You just had to come out and say it, no use beating the bush.

"I broke up with Yeonjun." Your friends’ faces instantly became laced with shock.

“Huh?” Beomgyu was the first to speak, confusion on his pixelated face.

“Say you’re joking.” Kai pleaded, Soobin shaking his head silently.

“Nope, I’m very serious.”

“I thought you were studying alone tonight?” Taehyun wondered out loud.

"I was… Well, I was supposed to. But when I went to the library, I found out that he’s been cheating on me… With you know who."

Your friends’ faces were unreadable.The boys immediately started talking all at once, trying to get their questions answered, but you couldn’t keep up. Soobin was trying to get them to settle down, but you could tell he wasn't gonna be doing much good in the long run. You could feel a headache coming on so you cleared your throat, raising your voice to hopefully be louder than them.

"He followed me when I ran off to the park where he asked me out. And then he called me boring and clingy and so much other horrible stuff until I just got enough. I slapped him and I left a while later."

“What an idiot,” Soobin responded. “Who does that to someone?”

“I told him he needed to cut it out,” Beomgyu said, catching your attention before instantly realizing his mistake and clapping his hand over his mouth.

“Gyu? You knew about this?” You asked in disbelief.Beomgyu looked away from the screen in shame. This was the second time you were feeling betrayed tonight. This is the worst night of my life.

“I’m sorry Y/N…” Kai responded in Beomgyu’s place. “We all knew… We caught him a few weeks ago…”

“And none of you bothered you tell me?” Your voice came out broken, this heavy feeling of betrayal not even allowing you to feel anger, only heartbreak. “Tyun…? You too?”

“We… We tried to stop him. We didn’t want you to know because we wanted to protect you. He told us he was going to stop and we believed him… We should’ve talked to you.” Your best friend explained guiltily, his voice coming through your phone softly.

“We weren’t trying to hurt you Y/N,” Soobin added. “We all care for you, but we made a mistake. We should’ve told you. I’m sorry.”

“Me too…” Kai and Beomgyu apologized in unison, Taehyun following after.

After that, you told them you were tired and going to bed early. You said you’d have to think about everything you had heard that night and that you’d appreciate some space. Nobody tried to stop you, and that was good because as soon as you were out of the call, you started breaking down again. Nothing was going right for you today. You flopped down onto your bed and cried yourself to sleep that night.

The next day you went to your classes as usual. You heard a lot of whispers, especially when your classmates spotted them holding hands publicly. You pretended it didn’t bother you and went back to your room as soon as classes were done for the day. You might have put on a tough shell in front of everyone, but to tell the truth, you were heartbroken. He had been your first real boyfriend and he did you just like that? He was parading her around with no discretion or shame. He hadn’t even given it 48 hours!

It’s like he never even cared for me at all. You flopped down ungracefully onto the bed, your face squished into your pillows. Setting yourself up for another crying fit, you knew no amount of ice cream or cold water was prepared to soothe your pain. Stuffing yourself into more comfortable clothes, you grabbed your pillow and lay on your side. No sooner than you had done that, you heard a knock at your door.

"Y/N. It's me, Taehyun. I know you said you want space, but…" You perked up a little bit after hearing your best friend's voice, even though you were still upset. “I really want to see you.”

After the initial shock of the situation had worn off, you were mostly forgiving of your friends. It was a sticky situation, and you weren’t sure you wouldn’t have done what they did if you were in their place. They had tried to speak with you when you encountered each other in the halls during classes, but you were so out of it that you sped by them. I guess Taehyun decided he’d take matters into his own hands.

The boys had wanted to come and check on you, but Taehyun, knowing you wouldn't be down to talk to all of them at once, told them he’d go on his own and send their wishes. They talked for an hour after classes and discussed their game plan. They were all upset at Yeonjun. Soobin especially, being Yeonjun’s closest friend, was extremely disappointed. He wasn’t sure individually where his friends were going to go with their friendships with Yeonjun, but Taehyun knew that he was done with him. Taehyun would always choose you over everyone else, no matter what. You were his family, his best friend, his world.

“Please, Y/N? I brought your favorite snacks…” He knocked again, hoping you weren’t asleep. You weren’t, especially after hearing he brought snacks.

After hearing you say  'come in,' he did just that. Being careful to close the door quietly behind him, Taehyun made his way into your room holding a plastic bag. He put it down on your desk before shifting his attention to you. You sat up in the bed, watching him get near. As soon as he got close enough, he wrapped his arms around you, breathing in your scent and sighing deeply. You let him comfort you, knowing that you missed him just as much as he missed you.

Letting go of you, Taehyun sat down next to you on the bed. The silence in the room wasn’t awkward like you thought it would be. It was comfortable and relaxed. You wondered who was going to be the first to say something, and apparently, he was thinking the same thing. You both side-eyed each other until you made eye contact and immediately started laughing. The room filled with your harmonious laughter until Taehyun settled down, choosing to take the first step.

"I'm so sorry," Taehyun said, hugging you again. He always gave the best hugs when you needed them. "For everything. For what that idiot did and for not telling you when we found out. You’re my best friend, you know? I hate when you’re sad."

“I know, Tyun.” You reciprocated his hug, “I forgive you.”

“Do you want to talk about…him? We don’t have to, I just want to give you room to vent if that’s what you feel like you need to do.”

You thought about it. You had pretty much cried everything away, but you knew you could still get worked up if triggered. But you wanted to share everything with Taehyun. Even at your worst. So, you nodded your head before speaking.    

"I just feel so defeated, Tyun." You confessed, "I just can't believe him."

"It was very unexpected. Yeonjun was the last person I'd think would be a cheater. I thought he stood for more than that."

"You and me both.." You mumbled bitterly. “How could I have been so blind?”

“Don’t,” Taehyun scolded you lightly, “Don’t talk bad about yourself. He’s the problem, not you. Okay?”

“Okay.” You repeated. “It’s just hard for me not to. After he said I was being clingy and crap it’s hard not to have a low self-view, heh…”

“What exactly did he say to you?”

As you filled him in on what you could remember from last night’s conversation, paraphrasing here and there, Taehyun could only start to see red. He was mad at Yeonjun before, but now he was pissed. He wanted to go find Yeonjun and give him a piece of his mind. How could anyone say that type of stuff about you? The person that would bend over backward for everyone, who was kind enough to befriend a friendless loner like him? You were like Taehyun’s personal angel, and he was not going to let anyone talk badly about you. Especially not someone who claimed they loved you. The next time he saw Yeonjun, he’d be leaving with a black eye. That’s a Kang Taehyun promise.

“Woah Tyun, you’re shaking!” You put your hands over his hands, pulling him out of his thoughts. “You okay?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry,” He reveled in the feeling of your hands touching. God, you made him feel so weak. “I just got really mad there for a second.”

"Well, let's not dwell too much on that then," You suggested, "I don’t want you to get angry over me. I’m glad you care enough about me to get angry though, haha.”

Oh if only you knew… If only you knew.

“Anyway, you said you brought snacks. Let’s watch some movies together or something… Spending time with you is enough to cheer me up in general, but we should at least have some background noise!"

You got up off the bed, Taehyun immediately missing your warmth. Grabbing the bag he had brought earlier, you looked inside to see it was stocked up with all your favorite types of candies, and chips and even had a couple of bottles of your favorite drinks. Rich people surely do come in handy sometimes. Not hesitating one bit, you grabbed a bag of candy, ripping it open before tossing a piece in your mouth.

“Sheesh, save some for me!” Taehyun joked, getting up to pull you back over to the bed, the bag of snacks coming along with you.

"Ah, ya snooze ya lose!” You grinned, “In all seriousness though, thank you so much, Tyun. I appreciate it."

“I’d do anything for you, Y/N.” Taehyun blurted out absentmindedly. “I love you a lot.”

When he realized what he said, he instantly flushed bright red. Your face was warm too, amd the both of you turned away from each other to hide your faces. Of course, you had told each other “I love you” before, but the way he said it just now was… different. Like it was holding a deeper meaning than just a platonic declaration of affection.

“Sorry…” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Was that weird?”

“No no!” You waved him off, quickly reassuring him. “You’re fine.”

Your face still felt a bit hot, but you coughed it away. Debating what to watch with Taehyun, you too eventually settled on a movie you had both wanted to see for a while. You snuggled into each other, eating the snacks and making side comments during the watch. It was like every other time you two hung out, but this time it just seemed like there was more to it.

Ugh, relax Y/N. You just got out of a relationship. Plus, Taehyun doesn’t see you that way. We’ve been friends since we were kids. You’re just… feeling emotional right now. You talked yourself down, denying your feelings. Did you even have feelings? Maybe you had been too blinded by Yeonjun to notice that you may have had a semblance of feelings for your best friend. It didn’t matter, you weren’t going to use Taehyun as a rebound. That was if he even liked you in the first place. You gave yourself a mental slap in the face before going back to watching the movie.

A few hours later, the movie was finally over. You were getting tired, the snacks were gone, and Taehyun hadn’t said a word in minutes. You glanced over at him, seeing that he had nodded off. He looks so pretty… I mean, peaceful. Yeah, peaceful. You facepalmed yourself. What was up with you today?

“Tyun?” You whispered your best friend’s name. He didn’t respond.

You tried nudging him a bit, but from where you were smushed into his side, you couldn’t move much yourself. You whispered his name a few more times, trying to coax him awake. That was until you looked at your clock on the wall and saw that it was around 2 in the morning. Yeah, I’d be a terrible person if I woke him up right now and sent him home.

Deciding to just go with the flow, you curled deeper into Taehyun’s side. You were slowly dozing off, reflecting on the past days… So far you had gotten cheated on, broken up with your first boyfriend of two years, and started feeling a romantic(?) interest in your best friend. It’s like I’m in a novel or something.

“Mm…Y/N…” You were startled by Taehyun talking in his sleep. Usually, only Beomgyu did that. “I like you… A lot…”

You think your face could’ve been the sole cause of global warming with how hot it got after that. Is he dreaming about me? Well obviously, he said my name! He said he likes me! You willed yourself to calm down, trying not to move around too much and risk waking up Taehyun. You wouldn’t know what to say if he opened his eyes at the moment. You’d probably look like an idiot.

Taehyun let out a soft laugh in his sleep. It was one of the prettiest things you’d heard in a while. Man, you were down horrendous. You wondered what he was dreaming about. Maybe you’d ask him in the morning. Maybe you’d ask him out for breakfast. Yeah no, your brain needed to shut off immediately. That was too fast. You were still recovering from a breakup after all.

Finally settling down enough, you closed your eyes. This had been a wild 48 hours for you, with so many discoveries. But one thing was for certain if anything: You were most definitely falling for your best friend.

permanent taglist - (if in bold, you could not be tagged!) - @ashxxkook @wccycc @borahae-reads

© GYUMIBEAR. do not repost, modify or translate my work onto other social media sites.

[ratsoh-writes]

Can you give us some fun facts about your pets?

Ooooo

Ok jess, this hoe:

Jess is my baby, my darling, my sweet ugly girl. I do have cute pictures of her, but they are far and in between. This vacuum bag hairball is the most unphotogenic creature known to man. And she coughs like a 40 year old man. And she has allergies so she sneezes everywhere, and she has brilliant aim if she’s near your face

She’s black, and she loves the sun, so she likes to fry herself outside every morning. And she comes back in smelling like a mixture of ass and roadkill. And naturally this is when she wants my cuddles the most

For some reason the sound of squeaky toys gives her eargasms so hard that she screams and howls her little rat heart out at them. Rubber duckies are the bane of her existence

This rat was found behind a dumpster (literally), but middle class family life has softened that boney dog butt of hers. She can no longer tolerate the cold hard ground of fake wood floors. She knows how to sit, but will hover her butt over the ground when on hard floor. She actually sits on carpet though. And even though her food is in the tiled laundry room, she likes to grab a mouthful of kibble, walk all across the house, and bring it to the living room just to eat it on carpet. Oh and she tries to bury her treats in my room for some reason.

Now Mario: this slut:

As the only boy in the household, Mario is unapologetically my moms favorite. But to be fair, he’s a slut, but only for her. He’s a loyal boy. His favorite past times include barking at nothing, pissing on every square inch of the backyard, and biting at my moms ankles every time she walks down the hall

He must’ve failed doggy language classes or something, because when he wants attention, he doesn’t whine cutely like jess, or snort like Jake (my late beagle, love you boo), he growls. He hikes his little tiny crusty grandma dog teeth up and does his best growl. I rate it as horrifying as spam sizzling on a frying pan, so not much. (And no, these growls are purely affectionate, he’s never actually bitten anyone or been aggressive, he’s a coward lol)

When we have the freeloaders do their trick routine, he gets mad if we don’t let him go first, and if jess is doing her tricks too slow he’ll straight up body slam her away and do it for her. He’s got golden child syndrome and can’t handle not being in the spotlight

He’s super possessive of my mom, and anytime anyone touches her when she’s at her office chair, he growls and barks. Unless it’s my uncle. He’s terrified of that guy. My uncle only calls him George and so he answers to that as a second name too.

[skybristle]

im jsut gonna shamelessly dump this from dms with mac idgaf

also been thinking abt how rays and sparks were friendss..................... The dynamic must've been sooo fun........... Sparks also probably knew reefs pretty well as its head technician. Can you imagine how much she would have had to trust it !!!!

mac: "God. to have to look back on all the good times knowing now that they'd BETRAY you like that. Sparks cant ever look at them the same even if she wanted to. She TRUSTED THEM!!! she let them into her most vulnerable parts, let them take care of her and tend to her structure!!! and they then went on to hurt her! that SUCKS. for all parties involved, but especially because of how much dependence sparks had on them...."

EXACTLYY !!! !ITS SO EVILLLL

Sure her trust breaks with ancients and her creators in general. But she really never has a personal realtionship again with anyone after the expansions. I wonder how much of reefs she sees in chimes. I wonder how much her skin crawls every time she sits through him talking about his ancients and city and his 'mama'.

i think thats why out of all of them sparks likes ochre the most despite flor being relatively quiet. she doesn't have that personal hurt with amber the way she does with reefs, since amber was long gone from her project by the time everything crumbled. even as chimes is so warm and friendly she just butts heads with him instinctually and really can't trust anyone, let alone reefs creation.

Of course that changes in off string and stuff where chimes and sparks relationship becomes Immensely important but in canon they're like. estranged.

they should be family. He should be like a little brother to her. He probably would have been had reefs just gone and built an iterator withotu all fo that happening. But that's not what ever would have happened

Rays tries to tell her about chimes construction [and ochres] as hes in development. as a late apology, as news, as whatever he frames it as in their tense conversations. but she just doesn't want to hear any of it anymore

mac: "She loses the people in her life who supported her the most, they betray her horribly, and she's expected to be able to trust people after that??? fuckkk no. And god,,,,, chimes. Chimes is so so close to reefs and. Sparks just has to. Watch that. FUCK"

ESPECIALLY WITH ALL THE POLITICAL DEVELOPMENTS IN CHORUS WHERE REEFS STRONGMANS SUCH A DIFFERENT CULTURE !!! ITS THE ENVY !!! WHY COULDNT HAVE THAT BEEN HER. HOW COULD REEFS SAY ALL THAT AND HAVE DONE WHAT IT DID TO HER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STARTS EATING GLASS

i dont think she ever hated chimes or anything its just every interaction with him is so tainted and he'll never really understand why. I think thats also why him specifically turning on her and getting into a fight with her is what sends her over.

sparks would have never TOLD him that this is what she sees, that she's been hrut like this, because chimes is a new generation past her expansions and theres no need. she doesn't need to burden him with that beyond what he already knows. i think he would have really tried to make up for it had he known. But he doesn't and so he lives his happy life as sparks just. watches with frustration

which fucks me up about off string because in my head she DOES tell him. she DOES !! FUCK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

haah sparks you get to grow and be a better person and escape without suciide but you have to have these hard conversations and you have to put yourself out there and you have to have faith that you won't be stabbed in the back haha sparks

mac: "she HAS to learn to trust others. Which sucks. She's been betrayed so hard in the past, but part of healing is accepting that you can learn to put your faith into people again!!! she has friends!!!!!! GAGDH"

i need her to like. Get her ass beat by something and chimes [who is VERY much a coward when it comes to combat] doesnt hesitate to go in there to grab her and pull her away. I needdd a million little things to pile up to shore up the initially stringy trust she's put in her group. I need them to become her friends i need her to get better !!! RIPS SHIRT OFF

boooo shed your godhood and live the human experience and do dumb shit. fucking lsoer

[nebulacollege]

Replies

Short ones! My apologies to people who wanted to know more about lore, I’m terrified of the moment I have to explain how anything in Nebula College works... But it should be the next reply if I’m not a coward. For now, I am...

Oh nooo I had another Anon who asked me about movies (and about A24 films in particular)!! I’m so sorry, I forgot I had two asks about them. I’ll reply to that one separately.

Anonymous asked:

Will we be seeing any of the teachers? What are they like?

Unfortunately, not a single staff member will show up. I didn’t even think about them, to be entirely honest... But that leaves much room for imagination. I only imagine their principal to be someone like Makima, but it’s half-jokingly. Now that I write more of it, it seems to be their headmaster is a dude...

Anonymous asked:

Who’s been on the dark web? Who’s ordered things off the dark web?

Unfortunately, no one! :( I imagine all of them being boomers when it comes to the internet, so even Niall doesn’t really have a public account where he would have millions of followers.

But! I love the idea. If we ever get to it, I’ll gladly come up with an AU similar to the game Welcome to The Game (& Welcome to The Game II), some of the websites and the ideas in general there are amazing. It’d be very atmospheric, gritty and unforgiving, and all of them would look wonderful with its concepts/aesthetics. Unfortunately, I can’t delve deeper into it right now because it’ll spoil the main story.

Anonymous asked:

Seeing Edmund’s round little butt would make it really hard to not grope him. Would he slap me or would he………moan? 👀

How could you, Anon! That’s very rude. Don’t grab random people’s round little butts. He’d probably look at you as if you’ve spit on him, with disgust.

Anonymous asked:

Have you seen the twst event for Deuce’s hometown? Can you imagine Edmund in something similar to Epel’s outfit? I know it’s a biiiiiiiiiiig departure from what he usually wears but he would look so adorable!

“It’s a big departure” is an understatement!  😭 But ironically? I can see where you’re coming from, they have similar hairstyles. And, like Epel, Edmund would hate the fuck out of it because it’s too humiliating. It ruins his dignity, and, unlike Epel, you can’t talk him into making a public appearance in something like this. But he would look really adorable, I agree...

Anonymous asked:

Daylight does have some pretty hot lyrics, I agree. It’s just full of sexual tension. I believe I already included Spiracle by flowerface but the lyrics while not as smoldering, slap pretty hard. I like a lot of toxic love songs.

Toxic love songs are a great choice for Nebula, they suit the boys very well, I agree <3 I’ve checked it out, the lyrics do go hard. I can only hope to get some of those feelings/emotions across. And I hope you’ll get more associations as you learn more about the story and the boys too. It’s so fun and honestly hot lol

Anonymous asked:

Hearing about Edmund’s ass makes me want to spank it. Sorry

Bonk, another horny Anon~ You’re not the only one, to be honest...

nmbh0051 asked:

I’m so glad you played DDLC! That was a horror game that utilized jumpscares but the true horror was the fact that it gave you a sort of creepy feeling that hung in your mind for days on end. There was a mod I played for it called “The Good Ending” that did the same thing. The only game that has a similar vibe is Omori. I apologize for the word vomit 😅😅😅, I just got excited when I read that. Also, kisses for Edmund.

I actually remember the game rather poorly, but the jumpscares there were insane! I like the amount of lore and exploration you could do there, it’s something I always miss, but other people’s analysis videos about these details are great. I haven’t heard about the mod, maybe I’ll check it out one day...

Omori is something that keeps popping up a lot around me lately (mainly because of the manga drama 🙄), and I think I have it on Steam. The main character looks yummy. Might actually play it one day lol But I should probably play Ib already before going somewhere similar...

I’m very happy you mentioned all of this <3 Thank you!! I always get excited when someone knows games or films that I mention.  Edmund’ll receive all the kisses...

Anonymous asked:

I know this wasn’t on Liam’s favorite movie but I can see this happening with him and Edmund:

Oh, Anon... Liam would love Human Centipede. I’m not sure if he likes it ironically or not. Edmund doesn’t know either. Nobody but Liam knows...

[unisnake]

😰😨😬

….Mr…Big Bad Wolf?..,

…What do you look like?…

*cowers under the table in fear*

Bad Wolf: Dressed in all black, a leather jacket, and a nice mullet to go with it. Rhonda called it the sacred hair... Not so sacred anymore.

Piranha: You can't be real... 😨 Wolf would never steal candy from babies. Not even when we were bad!

Bad Wolf: Well your Wolf was coward who never gave it his all. His concensience denied him the fun of being a true villain. If you want something, just take it from whoever! Candy! Money! Power! 😈

Piranha: I AM NOT LISTENING! I AM GONNA KICK YOUR BUTT!

Throws himself at Bad Wolf.

Bad Wolf: Are you forgetting...

Your Wolf is "The Beast"...

Grabs Piranha's leg!!

Eyes spark red.

And so am I.

[doctorstrangereview]

0057: Strange Tales #162

Cover Date: November 1967 On-Sale Date: August 1, 1967

We're at the penultimate story of the penultimate arc for Doc's time in Strange Tales. Marvel Comics parent is on the verge of cutting a new distribution deal which will allow them to sell many more titles/ In a few months Strange Tales will split into two magazines, Doctor Strange and Nick Fury, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. What a pain in the butt it is to type that. I can only image what the letterers when through hand-writing it a bunch times each issue. Doc will retain the Strange Tales numbering while Nick gets to start out at #1. In this issue, Jim Lawrence takes over writing duties from Ramond Marais. I don't know any more about Jim than I do about Ramond. He only sticks around for a couple issues. Future super star Denny O'Neil will fill in a for a few more issues before Roy Thomas! pollutes the dialogue with too many exclamation points even for a comic book.

Doc and Vicky are confronting Nebulos. I failed to mention in the previous write-up that, like sooooooo many villains in the series (and the Marvel Universe in general) he's green! Unlike other villains, he looks like a rhino sculpture that someone sat on while still wet and then dropped after it dried. Doc asks the weird rhino dude why he brought he and Vicky to this dread wasteland. Maybe it's me, but if you're going to depend on him to try and get back where you belong, maybe don't insult his house. Also, Nebulos didn't bring you here. Baron Mordo did that. Nebulos only kidnapped Ms. Bentley.

Doc is like "send us back" and Nebulos is like "I don't really care about you. You're beneath me, but I'm gonna get Earth eventually. You know what? Grab my big staff here!" That may be the most obvious double entendre in the series yet. Doc thinks "This is probably a bad idea, but what the hell?" He grabs Nebulos's big staff and starts to disappear. Who could have foreseen anything bad happening?

Vicky states "Dr. Strange! You're disappearing! I feel something terrible is about to happen!!" Vicky, my dear, something terrible has already started to happen. You're ticket home is deserting you.

It turns out he's being sent to Earth where Mordo is giving himself a long-winded speech about how he's ready to mobilize his new minions in their deathly dull cult robes and take over the planet. This is, of course, the perfect moment for Doc to appear.

Doc enters, still grasping Nebulos's big staff. I know there are big guys out there, but spanning dimensions? Wow! Mordo attacks with lots of word salad and also some magic. It's ineffective, because Nebulos's big staff is protecting him! Mordo attacks again, and to Mr. Adkin's credit, he gives us a panel worthy of Ditko.

Mordo continues to press his attack, and Doc, with his big staff, continues to fend it off. And we get another panel worth of Ditko.

Wait a minute! This looks a bit familiar. Let's take a quick peek at Strange Tales #135.

Yeah, that does look familiar. Now let's peek back to #139.

No wonder those panels are Ditko worthy. They are Ditko! Maybe there is some truth to the references to Adkins as the human Xerox machine. At least the colorist made it look like the Baron changes his clothes to an exact outfit with the colors reversed.

Doc succeeds in banish Mordo to where Mordo went. Mordo once again becomes the pathetic coward crying out "Help me! -- Pity me!! -- Aiyeeee!!" to no one in particular. Doc starts to mope a bit that only his big staff let him win even with his powers and The Ancient One's combined. Then he realizes "I'm on a deadline! Better check that giant hourglass at Stonehenge!"

Even though Mordo's plan was stopped, the grains of sand continue to fall. Doc tries to remove the hourglass, but gets flung back to Nebulos's world. Vicky is nowhere to be seen as he confronts the lord of the Planets Perilous in a lovely two-page spread that, as far as I know, is an original Adkins. (If this isn't the case please feel free to mention it in the comments.

Doc wants to know why Nebulos sent him to Earth and Nebulos is like "I was being selfish. It's for my own plans. Now let go of my big staff! It's sensitive after I'm done playing!"

Nebulos grabs back his big staff and tells Doc, if you realized how powerful it really was you could have save both you and the woman (we're still in an era where women don't get referred to by their names) but it's too late now. Nyah nyah! He asks about the giant hourglass that seems to have followed Doc from Stonehenge and Doc realizes that Nebulos and his big staff don't know about the Living Tribunal's test. Nebulos is like: Whatever! It's too late for youm anyway.

Doc is like "It's too late for all of us! Look behind you! It's The Living Tribunal! Really! It is! I'm not trying to trick you!"

Will they survive? Check in again next time. Same Doc time. Same Doc channel.

I read about Dan Adkins propensity to "borrow" from other artists years before. This is one of the first examples I've come across. As I give the series greater scrutiny I may find more. Mr. Adkins will complete the art chores for the remainder of the title, barring one guest spot by George Tuska. While we were promised a new villain last issue, what we get is a wrap-up of the Mordo thread. All Doc and Nebulos do is shout at each other. While the story is fine overall. I would have liked a bit more action with the new villain who is supposed to be extremely powerful. Adkins has once again drawn some giant panels to stretch the story to 10 pages. I think this is the first two-page spread in Doc's history. It looks nice, but could that have used that space to do more? I guess we'll see what Nebulos and Trib-y have in store for Doc next issue.