#his emotional support pillow 😔😔😔

[danroiie]

Jayce Talis x male!reader. NSFW. MDNI.

content; mention of dom!reader. sub!Jayce. very pathetic Jayce. mention of enforcer!reader. masturbation. praise kink. begging. secret encounters and secret “relationship”

A/N; I need this man so bad that it's no longer funny. 😞 English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammatical error, I do what I can 😪🫶🏻. Feel confident to correct me (as long as it is with respect, of course)

Thank you very much for the support I received in the previous one! I really didn't think so many people would like it, but I truly appreciate that it was like that. I must admit that I slightly despise my writings, and I never cease to be surprised by the number of people who liked the last one. Thank you very much. ❤️‍🩹

It may feel a little rushed (or at least from my perspective) I'm sorry if that's the case, I wrote this very late in the night.

Ugh, I would like to write something fluff with Viktor and Jayce or Jayvik too, but I have no ideas. 😔

The first time he noticed you was some time ago. Caitlyn and you appeared to have a friendly and quite comfortable conversation, which seemed curious to him because she didn't usually get along well with her co-workers. Or at least not to the extent of having such a lively talk with them. You were probably a bit nicer than the rest; it was the first thing he thought of you.

It never crossed his mind how much you would get under his skin.

He used to feel your gaze on the back of his neck, sending chills all over his spine. He caught your glance every time his eyes and yours met casually, unable to stop thinking later about the small grin that appeared on your face when that happened, as if that was what you wanted from the very beginning.

You didn't have an intimidating appearance, but things were very different when we talked about your gaze—especially the way you looked at him and only him.

And he had to admit that, over time, he started to like it.

He began to see you more often in the corridors of the academy. He found it curious how coincidentally you always appeared to be standing guard in the same places where he needed to be. Sometimes he lied to himself, trying to convince his mind that he didn’t like your presence. But the small leap of emotion in his chest and the flood of sensations coursing through his stomach when he looked at you among all the enforcers were stronger.

He began to long for your looks, your attention. You.

And without even realizing it, he had already fallen completely into your hands.

Jayce walked down the long hallway, heading back to the wing where his room was located. A few passing Hextech engineers gave him a fleeting glance, some even asking if he was alright or why he looked so disheveled. He brushed them off and waved them away with a tired smile, too exhausted to deal with them. He had been working too hard, spending days without sleeping well, and overworking himself so much that he only considered resting a little when Viktor suggested it.

Once Jayce finally made it to his room, he fumbled in his pockets, trying to find the key to unlock his door. After a moment, he managed to locate it. He shut the door behind him and went over to his bed, collapsing onto it with a heavy sigh. It's been days since he saw you after your last meeting. Apparently, your work had also become heavier, as Caitlyn mentioned. It frustrated him that it was like that. He needed you, and he was sure you needed him too.

Jayce buried his face in his pillow. He groaned tiredly, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to sleep just yet due to his thoughts.

He rolled onto his back; stared up at the ceiling for a moment before sighing heavily. Jayce shut his eyes and let thoughts of you fill his mind as a slight smile slowly appeared on his face. They were only small and sweet daydreams at the beginning, but it was slowly shifting into… something else.

The vague memory of the last time you saw each other.

He still heard your voice in the back of his head, your breath against his skin and your hands running all over his body.

“Good boy… you're such a good boy, aren't you?” He perfectly remembers the path that your mouth made from his ear to his neck. The way your tongue moved across his skin, searching for the spot you thought was perfect to leave a mark.

The softness and delicacy with which you spoke to him.

A warm feeling began to pool inside him, a sensation he tried to ignore but failed. His eyes slowly reopened as he glanced down at his stomach; a small flush appeared on his face, realizing that these thoughts were getting out of hand when he noticed the hard bulge between his legs. Jayce groaned slightly, internally cursing to himself since he knew he should be trying to sleep rather than thinking about that day. But the memories kept coming, and he couldn't stop them.

“You liked that, didn't you? You liked it when I called you a "good boy," huh? I bet you're just itching to hear it again.”

Jayce felt his entire body tremble again, his legs almost giving out as those words left your mouth. He did like it; he liked it a lot. He wanted to hear you say it again; he adored the way you said it, the way you uttered that little pet name so softly.

He shakily nodded his head, almost desperately. He wanted to hear it again, he loved to hear you call him like that. He wanted to hear you say it so badly…

Eventually, Jayce ended up giving in and succumbing. He groaned again, closing his eyes as a hand slowly wandered down his stomach toward the waistline of his pants.

Jayce bites his lip lightly, remembering the way you praised him and how well you looked between his thighs. Your pretty hand touching him over the clothes and how you pulled him by the hair, how you looked at him when you licked his pre-cum from your fingers and then put them in his mouth. He was going crazy; you were driving him insane.

Jayce slowly unzipped his pants, letting out a shaky sigh as he did; he was already a blushing mess. His hand pushed his pants down slightly, giving him a bit of room to move. Jayce's breathing hitched as he looked down at himself, pants pushed down just enough to reveal his throbbing erection. He bit down harder on his lip, shutting his eyes tightly.

"You're such a pathetic mess... I bet you'd do anything I ask of you, hmm?"

Jayce almost let out a whine as you continued to tease him, telling him that he was a pathetic mess. He had never felt so weak and flustered before—a shaking and whimpering mess, all from a few little praises and some teasing. His head was spinning, and he could barely even speak right now.

He swallowed, trying to collect his thoughts enough to respond to you, his voice still so shaky and breathless.

"God- I'd..I'd do anything you'd want me to do right now.."

How pitiful he was, but he was yours and yours only.

Jayce's chest rose and fell as his breathing slowly started to become uneven. The thoughts in his head kept spiraling; they were all about you. How would it feel if it were your hand instead of his...

He brought a hand up to his mouth to try to muffle any noises he was making; desperately tried to keep himself quiet, knowing that the walls were not that thick and people would probably hear him. His breathing started hitching more frequently as he continued to think about what would happen if you were there with him instead… Thinking about what you could do to him, what you would say to him, and what types of noises you would make.

Jayce brought the hand that had been over his mouth up to his hair, tangling his fingers in his dark locks and clutching tightly. His breathing occasionally grew a bit loud. It wasn't loud enough for people outside the room to hear clearly, but if they were close to the door, they could catch bits and pieces.

"Anything I want, hm? You'd be such a good boy for me, wouldn't you? You want to prove just how much of a "good boy" you really are, is that it?"

He almost let out a small, shaky whimper when you called him like that again. Then that question made his brain short-circuit even more. He desperately wanted to be a 'good boy' for you; he wanted you to call him that with that low, raspy, seductive voice. He wanted to please you in any way he could.

"I-I'll do anything you want... I'll do anything to prove I'm a good boy, I swear.. I'll do it all, just for you."

At some point, he could no longer keep himself quiet. The small moans escaping his mouth slowly began to grow louder and more frequent, with sharp whimpers emerging from his lips.

He was so close to losing it.

His back arched, his chest rising and falling erratically. His breaths were sharp and shaky, filled with soft moans. He was close.. so close.. he just needed a bit more.

Jayce's body trembled as he continued on. He was very desperate, and he knew he was close... he needed you... he needed you so badly. His head was swimming in thoughts, all about you. He couldn't think of a single thing that wasn't you.

He wanted to feel you inside him; he wanted you to mark him.

Because his thighs began to lose your marks and he didn't like that.

“Oh poor baby, so weak and shaking just for me and I've barely even started.”

Just the fact that you said that you were barely even "started" with him already made him shiver and shiver again, what else were you going to do if you hadn't even really started with him yet?

He let out a small, breathless moan, practically whimpering as he spoke again.

"Please- ruin me- I don't care, do anything to me."

A loud moan escaped him, causing his body to tense up for a moment before finally starting to relax. His body trembled as he finally reached his limit.

He could feel his own fluids sliding between his fingers.

He lay there for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily from how hard he was breathing. His mind was blank for a moment, just before a tired groan escaped him as the realization of what he had just done hit him. He let out an embarrassed sigh before sitting up slightly, looking down at the now-messy pants he wore.

"Dammit.."

He sat up. He pulled his pants up and just sat there for a few moments. He was very embarrassed by what he had just done, but he had to admit that most of the stress had disappeared a little, just like the tiredness. Of course, he still needed to sleep, but first, he had to take care of all this. He sat there for a few more moments before he took a small, deep breath, trying to clear his head of any memories before he pulled himself from the bed and headed toward the bathroom.

He turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on his face to try to clear his head and cool himself off. He looked back at his face in the mirror, observing his messy hair and flushed complexion.

Another sigh escaped him as he attempted to pull himself together. He knew he had to get cleaned up and look at least somewhat presentable. He turned on the tap again, grabbing a towel and placing them under the water before wiping some of the cold water on his face, trying to cool himself off before drying his face with a dry towel.

After a few more moments, he looked a bit more presentable. He still had messy hair, but at least his face wasn't flushed anymore—and he was no longer wearing those sticky pants. He turned to leave the bathroom.

He stepped out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom, looking at the bed as a sense of shame washed over him again. He knew he had to change the covers; he had made a mess on them.

[purplecrkl]

(Wrote this two years ago and never posted it. Now that I have free time, I want to practice writing again!! I have no idea where this was going, but it’s my first time writing something, so hopefully it makes some sense 💀)

Also I pictured Daniel as Aaron Taylor Johnson from that one BLACK AND WHITE AD URGH 😩 #freeATJ 😔✊🏼

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(10 years earlier)

“Tell me to stay. Tell me, if I choose to walk away, you will never speak to me again. Tell me I’m making the biggest mistake of my life. Tell me-“

“Tell me you know how to start a sentence without using ‘tell me’, right?”

“Tell me you’re an asshole without *telling* me you’re an asshole. How’s that?” I say back. Daniel, unfazed by remark, reaches for a pillow on my bed, hurling it at the side of my head. Carefully dodging the laptop showing the unfinished script of my latest story.

“I’m just saying, you’re reaching. I mean come on, no one actually says this stuff. Let alone out loud in an airport. Imagine the looks you’d get if we held up the line like that at Heathrow. I’d barely have time to spit the second line out before security kicked us out. Not to mention the ‘No Fly List’ we’d be put on, and rightfully so.”

This has been our routine since we met in 8th grade. Now, both in college, Daniel remains the only person I share my stories with. The path to becoming a screenwriter is long and treacherous but Daniel had always been supportive of my dreams. If there was anything I could count on him for, it was his brutal honesty. He would never tell me what I wanted to hear, and was always careful to reel me in whenever I was too harsh on myself.

While I wrote, Daniel would sketch quietly on my bed. He had dreams of becoming an architect and could talk my ear off about the ingenuity of various finite materials, how brutalist architecture is his least favourite style and why he’d move to Japan in a heartbeat because timber burnt houses had proven to increase the lifespan of its tenants.

Truthfully I think his desire to create a home that stood the test of time had to do with the fact he hadn’t experienced one himself. Mr and Mrs Keating weren’t bad people per se, they were just bad parents. Daniel didn’t remember much about his childhood. Bringing up the past never bode well for him. A feat Daniel was cruelly reminded of when he was asked to recall his favourite part about his seventh birthday at school the next day.

“My Lego bike”, he said proudly.

“And when I saw daddy kissing mummy in the library.”

The kids in his class let out a chorus of ‘ews’, whilst sneaking glances at who they’d declare their love for in the playground later that day.

Mrs Keating apparently cherished that moment too, going as far as giving it its own highlighted section in the divorce papers she served Mr Keating with the following weekend. A memory she would have no recollection of, if it weren’t for Daniel’s reminder. And after both parties agreed to sell the house, cashing in a hefty cheque large enough to erase 7 years of marriage, Daniel had barely managed to pack his favourite toys before he was waving goodbye to the house he grew up in. To hell with that library, he thought.

Though I didn’t know him back then, anyone could have guessed using your child to communicate the failings of the other parent; then shipping him off to boarding school when he refused to choose a side would end in serious emotional unrest in said kid. To this day, Daniel refuses to subject himself to any notion of love in fear of repeating his parents mistakes.

“God, I cannot wait for the day Daniel Keating confesses his undying love in the middle of an airport” I say, while crawling my way into the space beside him. A loud scoff erupts from his chest and it’s my favourite sound I’ve heard all day. But then it’s silent for a beat too long and I’m afraid I’ve offended him with such a preposterous idea. Daniel, capable of love? Ha.

In a second he’s up on his feet, pacing the room with my laptop in hand. He studies my script for a few seconds and it takes all I have to not stare at him too long. But it’s Daniel Keating. And in the last six years I’ve known him, I’ve stolen enough glances to confidently recite every part of him in my sleep.

Almost, every part.

A quiet chuckle brings me back and I’m scared he’s finally caught me staring this time. He hasn’t. And although it’s impossible to see anything beyond the dark cesspool of cocoa in his eyes, I still catch that devilish glint when he stalks towards me.

“Tell me to stay Lex,” he says.

If his head full of curls weren’t brushing against his ears, I’m sure he would’ve heard my heart stop.

“Tell me you’ll never speak to me again, if I choose to walk away.”

That’s impossible, I want to say. You could walk away a million times and I’d welcome you back a million and one.

Daniel reaches me on the bed and I’m certain if I don’t take a breath in the next second my respiratory system will take ‘you’ll never speak to me again’ quite literally. Does Heaven give out ‘do-overs’ for misunderstandings like this? It’s not like I meant to stop breathing. Blame the boy currently intertwining my hand with his.

“Tell me, I’m making the biggest mistake of my life Lex.”

He cups my cheek, and I wonder if he’s noticed I’ve come undone in the palm of his hand. I wonder if he knows everything I’ve written up to this point has been about him.

About us.

I’m certain I’ve stopped breathing. But I’m not worried. There are worse ways to go out, than having Daniel Keating here with me, like this. So with my hand in his right, and my heart in his other, I make a vow right then and there. To love him with everything I have.

Daniel.

I will love you when you stay.

I will love you if you choose to walk away.

But most importantly, I will continue to love you even if it turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life.

And it is.

[sungbeam]

hi friend as your biggest fan u already know im always gonna hype u up so have my lengthy answers to the ask game:

1. My fav fic of yours - flight risk......im pretty sure its the first fic of yours ive ever read but oh god its SO good erics character and everything abt it ??? Had me feeling butterflies so many times i screamed and yelled into my pillow. Also inspired me a lot in my writing slump and like... i dont wanna be cheesy but helped me mentally bc i read it when i was having a rough time 😭👍 but also PARTY PEOPLE !!!!! so good. SO so good. oh and also the sunwoo hoodie drabble owns my ass i reread it like 5 times already

2. My fav chapter in my fav fic of yours - not my fav fic but the kiss scene in the practice room in off the record ??? slaps

3. The best character youve written for - swing my way eric honestly. so authentic to him imo TT i just adore his character in that fic a whole lot.

6. Something i remember vividly - that scene from flight risk when eric asked sunwoo if he wants to go skate w them and sunwoo goes "no, im down" and eric is like wtf and so sunwoo goes "no, im down. laying down in my bed" or something (the memory is not 100% vivid as u can see) but I legit slapped my knee that was PEAK COMEDY for me

7. Something that made me emotional after reading - that one chapter of somewhere only we know when intak describes how he wishes he could hear his brothers voice sometimes because if he missed him in that way maybe it would hurt less. That whole series is...very personal to me in sense of grief :,)

8. What i like the most about your writing - THE UNIVERSES U CREATE and like. The friendships and the characterization of each character and how theyre all their own person and not just a tool for plot. Also your comedy in fics it always has me giggling

9. A fic im excited for you to post - sangyeons love in unity fic bc i need to know whats up w that secret gf

12. A fic of yours ive reread - hoodie talk LMAO

13. Have i talked to anyone else abt your fics - yes i fangirled to my friend abt u multiple times also we talked abt rhapsody anonymous after it came out 😭👍

YOU. i will actually ksbfkenfkndkfnf 😭 i love u, bar !!! ur support of me has literally been the saving grace to my writing motivation; every time i write something, i always have u in the back of my mind and i wonder what you'd say/react and if you'll like it 🤧

makes me really happy to hear that my writing helped you through a rough time in your life 😔 i wrote party people and flight risk and even hoodie talk during a ,,, emotionally stiff part of my life where i felt super isolated and emotionally constipated, so it's good to know that the feelings i wanted translated *were* translated correctly, if that makes sense

HELLO I LOVE THE PRACTICE ROOM KISS TOO SKFNDKFNJFNF sorry coughs uhm haha def not like biased or anything *looks away*

OMG THAT LINE FROM FLIGHT RISK 💀 i actually thought i was so clever for that one, thank u for mentioning it and sknfkd YAY thank god u found it funny 😭😭 IN GENERAL, the fact that u find me funny at ALL is like ,,, im punching the sky rn im actually celebrating 🤧

ik i prob said this in the reblog of that one chapter of the intak fic, but that series also holds a really tender place in my heart :') grief is one of the things i feel like isn't written abt very much here, and i always seem to leave traces of it wherever i go, so it's nice to know someone can connect to the grief theme </3

thank you thank you thank you for all you've done for me (more than you even know), and for just being so flippin cool :'))) 💖

[cloudninetonine]

You know what…I have a proposal.

Remember when I said the chain are much stronger and everything is much more rough and rugged (think that’s the word I wanna use?) than Player is used to? Adding on to that rn:

Starting off small we have high fives with the chain being a nightmare. Callous and scar covered hands, as lovely as they are, are a little less easy to handle when yours get shattered by it being attached to arms that can bench goats. Same goes with hand shakes and pats on the back. Poor Player is getting LAUNCHED. Dibs on mine doing the Goofy “YAAAAHOOHOOHOOOOOEYYY” scream.

Sharing a bed roll or sleeping area with any of em, nice right? Well think AGAIN bc if one of those dense boned goobers roll on you I’ll have to transfer your stencil thin body onto a memorial T-shirt for you Stinka Butt💚 Flatter than Time’s behind. A true shame. Lighters up everyone.

Trying to play fight or intimidate any of them?? Not happening. They’ll have to pull the “Lion parent pretending to be hurt to make the cub feel better” tactic after a while. Your serious vs their serious are two completely different emotions. Unless you’re a lawyer I bet two shiny pennies most in this here daycare center can’t mean mug like any of these possible [war] criminals/j. Player looks like the embodiment of the squeaky toy noise, but the others have weapons so they may have an unfair advantage.

Player being the most huggable. With our advanced modern technology of “Soft on soft feel good” I’m willing to bet that their skin is much softer than the dudes who wear potato sack textured shirt chic😔. Player can be chub or non chub but regardless they are the emotional support teddy bear for Wind, Rule, Wild, and at some point Sky, Four, Twi, and ironically Legend. Don’t worry this is a symbiotic relationship, both receive well needed hugs AND Player gets their back cracked.

On the Player’s end?? They’re giving the Chain a MUCH more lavish idea of their life before they arrived than they actually had. For instance, Player talks about missing their piles of blankets, plushies, pillows, etc and the dudes just imagine what essentially sounds like a palace of clouds to them. Player insists it wasn’t much then goes on to mention plush slippers they got from the store and the dudes are just “😀”. Walmart doesn’t exist in sewage street time babe they don’t know what 70% off is😔

Hopefully my thoughts weren’t TOO all over the place😭!

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Player is Fed Up with a capital 'f' especially because Wind likes to tease them all about it.

Player wanting to playfully arm wrestle Wild just to nearly have their arm ripped in two (Hyrule screamed Wild's ear off while healing their ache because he's soft for them and Wild didn't know what to do.)

When Wind is able to knock them over they scream cry into their pillow in utter embarrassment, while the boy is prancing about like some fucking peacock strutting his none existent muscles until they tackle him.

And when it comes to the bed the boys dogpile into it, Player fights to sleep in their own bed because it's so comfy compared to theirs back in Hyrule.

[theloveinc]

when u and Dabi become official, he steals one of ur t-shirts and uses it as a pillowcase, and holds it v close and never washes it even tho he drools quite a bit🥰

You find the shirt-pillow-case a couple weeks (months?) later and it smells SO greasy. Probably turned a weird, off-shade, too, from all the dirt it's accumulated... yet Dabi still tries to fight you about washing it because he's afraid you'll take it away from him.

(The only reason he finally agrees is because you threaten not to sleep next to him if he brings it in bed with you... and even then, he stands right behind you when you're taking it out of the dryer just so he can snatch it right back and hide it away for another 3-5 months).

You already know he refused your offer to get him a real case a long time ago, too. It's the shirt or nothing for him adfjkkadjf, his emotional support dirty laundry.

Heart eyes smh😔💕

[mauvefayette6]

Heyyy I was wondering if you could write a Male reader x Charlie dalton where the squad finds out about their relationship and are totally supportive and kind of just... them

I just love the dead poets society 😔

Pls undead Neil 😶

Anyways thank you

hi this is my first time doing requests! sorry if it wasn’t exactly what you pictured but i really tried! thank you for your request <3!

Not So Secret

master list

It was the 1970s, you were 20 now. Things weren't getting any more lenient when it came to gay love. But you couldn't suppress your emotions and your thoughts. You wouldn't dare come out to your friends of course. You were proud but you weren't crazy.

Nothing was simple when all your friends were straight, or at least that's what they told you. It wasn't direct but just the way they acted told you they were straight.

You couldn't confine in anyone in fear they'll react in a bad way. You and Charlie were walking the halls of the uni you two went to.

Charlie was going on and on about the girl he met yesterday and how he wants to introduce you to her friend.

"Charlie!" You shouted looking at him, "enough with the girls!" You stormed away and to your dorm room. You didn't mean for an outburst like that but you couldn't help but feel frustrated.

You flopped onto your bed, your face on your pillow as you softly cried, letting the frustration out. You heard a knock before someone entered, closing the door slightly.

"(Y/n)?" Charlie's voice said, he sat at the edge of your bed, "want to talk about it?"

"No, I'm okay. Just overwhelmed.” You grumbled, Charlie sighed and patted your leg.

“I know something is up, it’s best to let it go,” he whispered and you shrugged sitting up and looking into his eyes.

“I’m gay,” you whispered. He didn’t answer, he stayed quiet.

“That’s okay, I’m sure everyone else will be okay with that,” he smiled and you shook your head.

“No one else should know,you have to swear to keep it a secret.” He sighed and nodded, you extended your pinky and he laughed but took it.

Charlie swore to keep your secret until you were ready. You confided in him with all your secrets, good and bad. Without realizing you had fallen in love with him.

Everything about him made your face heat up. The way he styled his hair in the morning, the way he smiled at you. Everything he did, his mannerisms, his jokes. You wished you could just kiss him, you wished you could tell him how you felt.

But Charlie wasn’t like you, or at least as far as you knew he swung the other way.

“(Y/n), can I tell you something? But promise to keep it a secret?” He said sitting on your bed next to you. You sat up and rested your book on your lap.

He looked into your eyes and you looked into his. Nothing was spoken as he leaned in and kissed you. You wouldn’t admit but that was your first kiss and you were glad it was Charlie. You smiled as he pulled away. He rested his fore head on yours holding your hand.

“I’ve fallen in love with you, I didn’t want to admit it, but everything about you drives me crazy. You complete me (Y/n) (L/n),” he whispered and kissed you again. You kissed him back.

“Be my boyfriend Charlie Dalton?” You whispered and he giggled and nodded his head giving you another quick kiss.

“I must admit this is the first time I kissed somebody and felt all warm inside,” he laughed and you grinned.

And just like that, you two began to date. Of course it all had to be in secret, it wasn’t like you two could just hold hands in public like nothing.

Charlie would steal kisses every once in a while when no one was looking. He held your hand under the desk and under tables when you two went out with friends.

You two would sit close to each other when you two went on secret dates to the theater. All his poems were dedicated to you although all of it was a secret.

He had to keep up the persona of being straight in front of everyone and sometimes it hurt you when you saw girls flirting with him, but what could you do?

“Charlie!” A young girl shouted running up to him and wrapping her arm around his arm pulling him close. He gave you a look and you shrugged, Charlie looked at the girl awkwardly.

The rest of the group noticed the tension giving each other suspicious looks.

None of them were aware that you two were dating, to them you two were just really close friends and there was nothing wrong with it. You two had been friends for a long time.

The girl said good bye to Charlie as you scoffed quietly not looking at any of them. You continued to walk, you picked up your pace before running into your dorm room locking the door.

You knew you shouldn’t have outbursts like this but it angered you not being able to tell girls to back off and that Charlie was in a two year long committed relationship with you, another boy. But how were you supposed to tell your friends?

“(Y/n)?” Charlie said from behind the door, you didn’t feel like talking to him.

“Go away Charles!” You shouted and he sighed banging his head on the door before walking away.

Another knock was followed after, “I said go away Charlie!”

“It’s not Charlie,” a soft voice spoke, you instantly recognized it as Todd Anderson’s voice.

You unlocked the door allowing him in, he sat on your bed and you sat on the floor across from him. You two sat in silence before he decided to talk.

“You alright?” He asked and you shrugged. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know Todd, everything’s so complicated, I just don’t understand anything…” You whispered your head now on top of your knees.

“You don’t have to make sense, you can just say what’s in your heart,” he smiled and you smiled back.

“It’s Charlie. I love Charlie and Charlie loves me back, and we can’t be public and it irks me when other girls hit on him and he can’t say or do anything and I can’t say or do anything,” you sighed and Todd nodded.

“Would you like advice? Or do you want me to just listen?” He asked and you shrugged.

“I don’t know, I would like advice, you’re very wise,” you complimented and he blushed.

“Think about the bright side. University won’t last forever and once you’re out of here then you two can be together,” he smiled. You nodded but didn’t say anything.

“Thanks Todd, I would really like if you didn’t tell anyone about this,” he nodded, you again extended your pinky which he took with a smile.

He walked out and you sat on your bed where Todd once was. Charlie walked in, you didn’t say anything so Charlie sat besides you. You rested your head on his shoulder and you played with your hair/hands.

“I’m sorry Charlie. I told Todd about us, and I’m sorry for my outburst.” He nodded but didn’t say anything.

“Do you think it’s time to tell everyone else?” He whispered and you shrugged.

“I think so, I think it’d be smart to tell them but I don’t know,” you played with his hands and he rested his head on top of yours.

You two came up with the plan to tell them, you adored them and were scared of their rejection but knew that whatever happened was going to happen.

Everyone gathered in your dorm room, they all were chatting up and being happy. You didn’t want it to end, you were scared that they’ll all reject you and never talk to you again.

“Shall we?” Charlie whispered and you nodded. He held your hand as you called for their attention.

“Poets, I have an announcement,” you smiled and they all looked at you and at Charlie.

Neil grinned and Todd smiled, maybe it had slipped from Todd’s lips about you and Charlie dating.

“Charlie and I, will we are together.” You said looking at them, “we are a couple.”

Everyone smiled and stood up congratulating you and Charlie, hugs and pats.

“This calls for a celebration!” Neil shouted smiled and “bro hugging” you two. “Let’s go to your favorite restaurant!”

“Thats like a thirty(30) minute drive,” you chuckled.

“Doesn’t matter, I better be best man at your stinking wedding or I will murder you both,” Neil winked and you laughed.

You never expected things to turn out like this way. You didn’t expect your friends to accept you, that’s a bad thing yes. Seeing how open they were to you and Charlie dating, everything was perfect.

At that moment, a moment you wished never would end, you knew you would tell this moment to your kids and to your grand kids. The day you became complete, the day all your worries went away.

The day you and Charlie would never forget, a day with the Poets, a day of pure happiness and memories that will last forever.

[bokuroskitten]

hi L do you like bokuto?

Hi nonnie do I still like bokuto—?

DO I STILL LIKE BOKUTO??!?

Bokuto and his big big titties that I can suck on for hours 😔 leave purplish and pink marks of my teeth and lips scattered across the skin 😔 and then shamelessly use them as pillows for 6 hours— HES not going anywhere, he can’t he’s mine I need him and his honkers on stand by they are my emotional support honkers

Bokuto and his adorable lil face that I just wanna kiss all the time hello even when he’s pouting I’d bite his bottom lip so fast are you KIDDING he’s just begging me to pick on him and bite him 24/7 god I love him so much wtf

Bokuto and his fine FINE ass body that he works on every day and I’m so proud of him 😩 he’s working out constantly and eating well and taking good care of his body even if I have to remind him to drink water cause he hates the plain taste HSBNSAK but he just looks so good, every time I check him out (which a lot, about 95% of the day) I find a new muscle flexing like what the FUCK this man is Adonis and I love it please throw me against the wall and have your way with m—

Bokuto who likes to remind me how pretty I am all the time cause he’s just as big of a simp as I am HEJWJ OMGGGGG he likes to just like take my face into his big ass hands and squishes my cheeks and stares like a lil weirdo for five minutes <333 finally all cute and shit he’s like “you’re just— you’re so pretty”

His boobs may be my fav but you know what so are his thighs I need his thighs to survive they are my life line. But I also wanna be smothered by them. Lowkey I’ve left scars of my teeth on there I’m sorry (but I’m not lowkey it’s fine) and it’s the perfect place for me to rest my head when I’m really sleepy but also the perfect place for me to rest my head when I wanna suck the life outta his big thick cock :333

So uh— yea nonnie I still like bokuto I think

[bluesideofzha]

Crying in Borahae

kenapa aku bisa sesayang itu sama bangtan?? kenapa tidak dari dulu nge-stan mereka?? kenapa dulu gak kepikiran buat cari tahu lirik-lirik lagu mereka (yg padahal so relatable sama hidup yg messy ini)?? kenapa dulu gak support mereka pas mereka lagi jatuh-jatuhnyaa??

i wish i could know them at the beginning. kan bisa jadi nambah alasan buat bertahan hidup, from those many reasons. nambah semangat buat nguli buat bisa nonton euphoria konser merekaaaaaaa 😭

andai LA itu sedekat Lenteng Agung, mau war dapetin concert ticket yang harus sikut-sikutan macem squid game mah ayookk.

dan aku membenci diri ini yg masih misqiiiienn hahaha.

ya gimana??

imagine if i'm going 😔

...

what if Jungkook will surprise them by singing the song he made during his birthday live?? and suddenly crying so hard after his damn 2 years off?? he easily cry, right?? or performing "My Time" with unbuttons shirt and dancing by flexing his abs and throwing his hair back and lil water droplets on his chest?

what if RM will sing "Forever Rain"? or "Everything Goes"?? or another songs in his mono mixtape?? with his new short hair cut and his sexy brain as always?? and make me feel like "Mono" is listening to me. no one understand me. Only "Mono" understands me.

what if V will make me sob my heart out (again) when he finally sing "Sweet Night" on the stage, that made my pillow full of tears after listening it on my very first time, at 3AM, after a very hard and long day?? 😭😭 and seeing him just trying to hold back his tears while staring his universe?? and say "we purple you"?

what if J-hope showing his powerful and hip thrust dance break while singing "Bapsae" that made me curious about them, for the very first time knowing BTS?? that energy so 🔥(who is this guy?? i'm almost choked!) and seeing him with teary eyes is just....hits different!!

what if Jimin will flirt you on purpose with smile eyes, when you're so close to him??on the same sky, on the same place, on the same time?? and suddenly weeping with joy like JK in front of you? and singing "Louder Than Bombs" with his angelic voice?

what if they will sing "Mic Drop", and Suga sings his part while flexing he is actually not doing lipsync (dear haters, look at this!!)?? i love the way he raps , and yeah he's my bias🔥

what if 3J (JK, Jimin, J-Hope) will be back on the stage while dancing "Butter feat Megan"??

aaannddd..... what if Coldplay and Bangtan are on the same stage together?? Coldplayers and ARMY unite. and imagine it in the middle of "My Universe" 😭

i just cant!!!

i really hope there will be a livestream. it's going to be so emotional.. till i realize that we are in different timezone and i will be staying up all night haahh??? 🤣

one more thing... well.. this is LA, so you also fighting celebrities for tickets 😭

good luck US ARMYs for the hunger games for the tickets 💜🎉

and please go be vaccinated before buying the tickets. pleaseplease have negative swab test results!! the safety of BTS lies in our hands. And remember... the media LOVES NEGATIVE PRESS. They will take chance to get misleading and clickbait headlines. haters gonna be haters. one wrong move, and all fingers will point towards BTS.

*sigh*

well, someday, i will....

[peppermint003]

woah! this was quite the wild ride! it was an amazing experience reading this story!!

honestly, i was kinda confused at first “with a frantic breath, nails digging into his chest as he jumped awake, stiles tried to focus on where he was. there was clammy sweat covering his palms, fist clenched tightly with marks from his nails on the skin, and his forehead was shinning and wet too. he felt uneasy, crawling in his own skin as he adjusted in the uncomfortable chair, blinking himself back to consciousness.” but then as i kept reading, everything made sense: his pain, his agony, his worry, his sadness, his anger and his guilt 😔 i legit teared up reading the first half of this story!

your words portrayed his anguish and hopelessness at seeing the girl he loved fighting for her life in a hospital bed & his guilt and anger, blaming himself for the events that lead up to her being hurt and on the verge of death! “baby, i know i said some things, but i need you to wake up and yell at me for them now, okay? his voice trembled as he spoke, the sound of his own angry voice on his head making him wince. he could barely even remember now why he’d been so angry, because in retrospect, it wasn’t all that big of a surprise. he’d done a background check on you, and nothing about the lifestyle you led had been normal. long before he’d fallen in love with you, stiles had realized that you were no stranger to a gang lifestyle. please, darling. i don’t care if you hate me, if you scream and yell, i don’t even care if you don’t want to see me again. i just need to see those pretty eyes again, and know that you’re gonna’ be alright.” the desperation in his voice when talking to her, begging her to wake up! & the blame he holds on himself… the guilt that’s eating him up “i’ll make it up to you, baby, i promise.” & “and leave her here alone?yeah, because that went so well the last time.” 🥺😭

i love the support his friends gave him! scott, “she won’t be alone, i’ll stay. you should go home and shower, you look like you committed a murder. if she wakes up, i’ll call you. go and get some rest, and i’ll stay and watch over. nothing will happen to her.” & “yeah. she’s good, she had some water, my moms checking her over, i just signed her discharge papers. i’m going to bring her home, alright? she’s a little bit groggy, and quite grumpy.” issac, “need a ride?” lydia, “some of your girls belongings. i assumed assumed you’d want her within your sights when she was discharged, i wasn’t thinking you’d want her going home to a place with no front door and the fresh memories of almost being murdered in her sleep?” 💙

when he was alone though, that’s when a couple tears escaped my eyes, it’s like all the emotions he was feeling and his thoughts were intensified by 100! “his fist swung back, and angry cry leaving him as he powered his hand on the tile before him, his knuckles letting out a sick crack and his skin tearing as he punched at the wall. despite the pain, he did it again and again, until blood was dripping along his wrist and the only thing he could picture would be your face as you looked at him, telling him to stop before offering to patch him up.” 🥺😭

reading about his nightmares hurt because he can’t sleep nor rest because those horrifying images of past events plague his mind and disrupt his peace…. “your pyjamas were sitting out on the pillow beside him, his fingers reaching out, pads running over the soft and silky material of the pale purple night set you wore. his eyes were closing, and instead of letting the guilt sweep away at him once more, he chose instead to let his mind drift, to imagine you were laying by his side instead. he hugged the pillow with your sleepwear on closer to his chest, nose dipping to bury in the silk top, and the smell of you comforted him more than anything else had yet.” she is his safety, his peace 🥺

i think it’s absolutely sweet how he got his house ready for her stay, for her to be comfortable at his place “…he’d moved everything from the highest and lowest shelves up to a middle level, easily reachable, and pushed the furniture slightly further apart to make sure you had plenty of room to move around…he’d laid out a skin sensitive, wound friendly sail and shampoo set on the edge of the bath…” it’s so lovely and sweet how he cares for her and how gentle he is with her! & when he helps her out while taking a bath and then that kiss that portrayed so much love!!! & the fact that he had been handling her businesses for her is fucking sweet of him! and them talking about the accident and him apologizing and her being understanding and forgiving, i think was healing to them both! 💛

“nothing, it’s just that…i’m pretty sure theo stole my cat.” & then stiles actually rescues her cat because theo d i d take the kitty!! i kinda didn’t believe it at first but then…“don’t fucking claw me, i’m saving your life. i could leave you here.” 🐱

stiles going after theo and ending it had me like ‘fucking yes!!’ theo felt all the pain he caused to both stiles and the girl he loved and he would never be able to do it again…it’s probably toxic and unhealthy of me to think that theo and malia got what they deserved ?

the ‘i love you’ exchanged between them after everything is over, is like a happy ever after for them!! “i kind of already did move you in, i’d be pretty put out if you said no.” & “i think that’s a yes from from us both.” the kitty has approved therefore it’s official 😻

this was dark but romantic….a dark romance and i liked it! thank you, queen 🤍

runaways | mafia!void

word count; 12,365

summary; mob-boss Stiles Stilinski owns the neighbourhood, and the city, and he knows it. but, someone new moves in across the street to his building, and flips his world upside down, with her own secrets to hide.

notes; oddly romantic for void, but still definitely a lot darker than normal stiles would be. 

warnings; violence, death, injury, gore, drug dealing, torture, murder, reference to abuse, reference to animal abuse.

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