#i blame him for this even coming to mind at ALL

[scented-morker]

Lovesick fools

Alternatively… enha’s reaction to being on a variety show with their idol!crush

No warnings, 2k words, implied fem!reader.. these took me forever </3

Heeseung

Fourth gen vocalists on the show ‼️

He was so excited to be there that he totally forgot you would def be there too

Until he was getting his makeup done and you walked in with curlers in your hair and coffees in your hand

He immediately found himself smiling at how cute you looked, and it only got worse when you handed him a cup

"Twitter said this was your order, I hope it's right."

The makeup artist starts laughing and opts out of putting blush on him bc he's all red from you

Once filming starts you all sing a prepared cover, and he's so focused on his own that he stays calm for most of it

Except yours is last, which means his mind is fully empty since he’s done and now all he’s able to focus on is how pretty you sound and the way you smile through the words

You sing 'drinks or coffee' from rose's new album and he swears you wink at him

"We don't have to talk, I know that you want me."

Twitter goes crazy bc you absolutely did wink at him, and they have the slow mo replay to prove it

Him blushing like mad also goes viral

He walks up to you backstage

"So... do you want to get drinks or coffee?" 🤭

Jay

It's shuhua's show again, but instead of sunghoon he's paired up with you

Bro gives himself a pep talk in the mirror before filming starts

"You are cool and calm and will not giggle like a school girl at her. Shes going to look pretty and you're just gonna have to deal with it."

Thinks it should be illegal to look good in a work uniform, but there you are

You guys are cooking and you're so impressed by how well he does at separating the fat from the meat

You are so horribly bad at it that Shuhua looks like an expert 💔💔

"Jay I think you need to help her, she's massacring the product."

Ok girl are you a host or a wingman

But he does, telling you to adjust your grip on the knife, reaching over to show you how to do it better which has you blushing like crazy

You guys are partnered up trying to give away samples against shuhua which is where you shine bc people just can't stay away from you especially when you pout and ask 'pretty please?'

Jay doesn't blame them, he's ready to buy everything in the store from you

One of the girls doesn't bat an eye at you when you beg but you're desperate so you yell after her

"Look how handsome my partner is, don't you want to come buy something from us?"

The girl comes back but Jay can't even be flattered bc he's too busy freaking out that you think he's cute

"Did you really mean that?" He asks you after filming

"Of course I did, I'm not blind."

So he asks for your number and ofc you give it to him

Jake

It’s some sort of school setting show

You guys are paired up against Jay and another member of your group as the four of you compete with trivia questions

You’re all English speakers, so they make you answer everything in English and since we’re already being delulu let’s say you have an English accent bc we know Jake loves that

You have to yell at him to lock in because when you start trying to reason out the question he’s so focused on your voice that he isn’t listening to a word you say

You guys are getting whooped by the other team

That is until your member makes a joke about you saying how your ideal type is a smart guy

Bro instantly locks tf in

“October 23rd, 2016”

“That is correct! Team Hot Accents gets another point as they make an impressive comeback!”

Yes that’s your team name, you both have hot accents and you know it 🤷‍♀️

You get so excited every time you guys score a point that you’re practically bouncing in your seat cheering and giving him high fives

You answer a few questions after that but he’s definitely carrying you guys and he could not be happier about it

“Don’t worry y/n, I got you. Just sit there and look pretty.” 😍

By the end you guys are tied and the hosts ask you to give your partner a good luck charm as he and Jay face off for the last question

You contemplate kissing his cheek before realizing that would probably get you murdered on twitter so you settle for giving his hand a squeeze after interlocking your fingers post high five

When he gets the question right he runs over and picks you up to spin you around in celebration

The editors definitely put some incriminating caption like [a very overexcited reaction from the golden retriever] that fans laugh at him for afterwards

But he doesn’t care bc you were in his arms and that’s all that matters ‼️

After filming you’re like “wow Jake you’re so smart do you want to hang out sometime?”

YEP YEP YEP YES HE DOES

Sunghoon

You guys were both ex figure skaters, so they had you guys film an episode at a rink

They got both of you a new version of one of your old costumes, and sunghoon was immediately red at the sight of you in the sparkling dress with a little cut out on the side

You both spent the first few minutes just running around on the ice, enjoying being back

The hosts had a list of skills they read out and then made each of you try

It only made sunghoon's crush bigger watching you move so gracefully, and he grinned so big whenever you'd compliment him

"Woah, he's still really good!"

Towards the end they had you try partner moves, everyone cheering when you guys synced up so well in the turns and twists

“Woah they look really good together! It’s like fate they move at the exact same time!”

They even let you try a stunt, and sunghoon became a stuttering mess when he put his hand on your waist where the cut out in your costume was

"Is- is this ok? I don't want to drop you, but we could skip it if you want."

"Of course it's ok!"

He's so touched at the amount of trust you put in him while trying out partner tricks

And it's rightfully placed considering the time you guys mess up he makes sure to change the angle of your fall so that he takes the brunt of the impact instead of of you

You apologize so many times, including going up to him after filming to thank him again

"Is there anything I can do to thank you?"

"How about a date?"

Sunoo

Who knows why the show paired you guys up

Maybe they saw the media attention from your brief waves to each other at an award show and the viral ‘bite me’ challenge you did together

But they bring both of you to a cafe set and you have to make coffees and such before being interviewed

You’d worked at a coffee shop predebut so at one point you reach over and grab his hand to adjust the way he holds the cup under the milk steamer

The editors zoom in on his red face while you turn around and practically sprint away

Your last task before the interview is to make a drink for the other person while they film a confessional about you

You’re sitting there stuttering over your words as an explanation as to why you ran after helping him earlier and how kind he was when you filmed your tiktok together last time

Meanwhile, sunoo is asking the staff for help to make your super specific and stupidly difficult drink order that he knows from watching your interviews

He pretends it was casual and easy once he joins you at the table, setting the cup down in front of you like he didn’t restart it 3 times

“This is my favorite coffee!! I didn’t even remember them teaching us this!”

“Wow that’s so weird, lucky me I guess”

He tried to be nonchalant but it was NOT working

He literally lets out a giggle as soon as you drink it and do a little happy dance when it’s exactly how you like

When the interviewer asks about your relationship (bringing up the award show wave) Sunoo says that you guys are casual friends but he hopes you can become closer after filming together

To which you respond ABSOLUTELY and promise to wave at him at every schedule you see him

That’s enough for his weak heart for one day so he doesn’t end up following up after the cameras stopped

but you kept your promise and after a few months of excited waves and animated conversations at award shows he secures your number and a date

Jungwon

He’s too responsible to risk anything by talking about his crush on you but once in a live you said you really admired him because you couldn’t imagine having to lead your group while being one of the youngest members

(He saved the video and probably replayed it about fifty times afterwards)

But that was enough to make one of the shows want you guys together !!

Which is how you end up trailing behind him through a creepy dark building while scare actors try to freak you guys out

Bro was not excited for this but he is doing his best bc YOU NEED HIM ‼️

You are so close to his back that he can feel your body heat and when someone jumps out you practically climb on his back

You apologize profusely afterwards, but he waves it off, offering you his arm to grasp onto for the rest of the time

You say in a confessional part that you were scared out of your mind but it was bearable bc Jungwon was there

“He was so brave and cool, it made me feel so much better!”

He isn’t even scared anymore, he’s just mad bc they’re intentionally making you upset so his cute angry face pops out and the two of you make it through the whole haunted house in record time

Afterwards he tells you that he hopes he wasn’t mean or anything, he was just upset they were scaring you

He was mad at them for doing their jobs 💔 rip

But that just made you appreciate him more

“Can I treat you to lunch one day? To thank you for taking such good care of me?”

He MELTS, of course you can

Riki

You and him were both on a variety show to show the difference between maknaes

He was the image of a cool and mature maknae, while you were the giggly pink maknae of your group

He thought it was gonna be awkward bc the whole point of the show was how different you guys were, but you got along so easily

As soon as you started talking he was a GONER

He'd watch you answer a question and get so distracted looking at your face that the hosts would have to repeat the question for him to respond to after 😭

So much for being cool

They ask him how he feels about aegyo to which he describes how passionately he hates it

So they make you do aegyo for him to see if he reacts

HE DOES

Homeboy starts blushing without even realizing it

It puts the biggest smile on his face that they tease him about for the rest of the show

You tell him you'll give him lessons in it if he wants while live and that's how he approaches you after

"You probably need my number to set up those lessons right?"

[fallbhind]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝚰𝐋𝐅

ਏਓ WARNINGS: angst, smut, unprotected sex, make up sex(?), p in v, crying, arguments, chris gets pissed, reader get’s dragged by chris, DILF!CHRIS x CRYBABY!READER ✹

the last thing you expected was to be a dilf’s sneaky link. well—not sneaky link, but secret hook ups. god, it was every single dilf trope, except you wouldn’t admit, but you were such a crybaby brat. you didn’t get the exact louie vuttion bag you wanted, tears that could make the new niagara falls. you didn’t get your way, tears. if you got even a little bit hurt, tears.

who was to blame for all this crybaby behavior? your deadbeat dad, who to keep you happy, gave you everything you want. almost like it was a trade for being a terrible dad. then you moved with your mom, and next door was that hot divorced dilf that all the single moms, married moms, and any mom in between drooled on. even your mom talked about him with a vulgar meaning behind it. but kitty did she know—her pretty daughter was the reason he rejected every single mom who tried to get him to go on a date with them.

this week was your lucky week. though you did miss his daughter (who was often the excuse for you to go over and see him). she was back in chicago with her mom.

you laid sprawled out on his bed, whinging about how college was way to hard for you. which was something you did on a daily either way. no matter how much chris wanted to each over and pop your mouth. he nodded to your constant complain, scrolling on his phone.

then—you decided to whine about chris not paying you enough attention. “and don’t even get me started on how you’re always so busy scrolling on your phone when anne isn’t here.” you huffed frustratedly. of course, he somewhat understood were you were coming from but it was so hard to understand we’re a literal college student is coming from. “it’s not fair!” you shouted, even then, when you were complaining about him, he still didn’t give you enough attention.

“you know what isn’t fair?” chris hissed, grabbing ahold of your chin, “that i have to put up with a whiny fucking crybaby who does nothing but complain about everything because she’s a brat!” he shouted in your face. the tears ebbed at your waterline as you forcefully shoved chris away, heading for the door.

“fuck—baby ‘m sorry—” he stumbled over his words. now he was the bad guy. “—come back kid, i didn’t mean it.” his hand grasped at your wrist, a hold that you once went into, you tore away from. but these tears, they weren’t your regular crybaby tears, god, he made you cry-cry. he was actually the asshole.

you didn’t seem to care people would have seen you walking out of chris’ house in tears, knowing the speculations it would start, but he did. he was scared that his single-dad reputation would be tarnished because of a college student. now that, that was scary.

and your reputation would be just as bad, the dilf whore. sure that’s what you were—but it was supposed to be kept on the down low. as you reached for the doorknobs, the color in chris’ face drained. he grabbed ahold of the scruff of your neck, pulling you back, his free hand closing the door. it wasn’t like he was going hold you hostage or anything, he was just going make you take the route you usually go. out the back, over the fence.

“i know, i know.” he soothed, leading you towards the back door. he felt like he was caring for a child. a bratty one. he opened the door, pushing you out. he looked at your sunken, tear filled eyes, like waiting for you to decide whether you were gonna stay or go.

you looked at him, sniffing softly before answering the look. “i think we should take a break.” no matter the amount of begging or pleading he did, he knew you wouldn’t change your mind.

throughout that week of not seeing you, he became utterly miserable. then his little girl came home. and he wasn’t as miserable, pretty much like before you moved, just him and anne. then one day, you showed up with cookies at his door. he was so happy, trigger happy, almost. “kid, i missed you so much.” you ignored him, like you should, shoving the plate of cookies in his hand, immediately turning to walk away.

“wait—please.” he begged, “let’s talk.”

his fingers gripped onto your shoulder like you were his life support. “come in?” at first, you were going to reply with a stark remark, but like normal, tears overcame that. you looked at him with a soft nodded, making your way in. chris did not miss those tears.

his shoulders slumped. “anne had a sugar crash. should be out for an hour.” he muttered as he sat the cookies on the table before guiding you back to his room. you stood awkwardly, ditto with chris. he stared at you. “look— i’m sorry about last week, i was just frustrated and you, you just kept complaining and i snapped. it won’t happen again—just, take me back?” he begged, almost pathetically. you nodded softly, not needing any more explanation. why should you? you were a college crybaby brat. and chris, chris loved you, maybe?

there, it that room solidified the new mark in your and chris’ relationship. his hands tender, pushed your hips into his, whispering softly. “we have fifteen minutes.” aka, twenty minutes for make up sex.

you nodded softly as he gently pushed you down onto the bed, tenderly pressing kisses against your neck, nipping at your throat. you let out a soft gasp of surprise from the sudden contact of his teeth. he pushed his pirate girl tee off, your glossy lips pressing kisses up against his chest. drawing out a long guttural groan from his chest.

he slowly unbuttoned your jeans, pulling the zipper down, whispering soft praises about how you looked oh so good underneath him. “i love you baby.” chris whispered softly, pushing the pair of jeans down. then he got to your underwear, it was lace—god, you were asking for more then you you handle. as he tugged the pair of pink lace underwear, showed the stringy line connecting to your hole, all the way to the damp spot on your underwear, bunching them up before shoving it he pair in your pockets.

then he thrusted his sweats down with a thrust of his hand, following his boxers. you let out a soft whine, as if to say he wasn’t going fast enough. “i know—just wait.” he grunted through his teeth, observing your body, pushing off your shirt. “function better with less on.” he stated, with that little of a reason on why he did what he did, he decided to get started.

chris aligned your hole with his cock, thrusting himself into you. you gasped, feeling cock in your gummy walls, your nails already attacking his back. “fuck, ma—” he grunted, “—try to keep the scratching to a minimum.” said chris airlessly. gosh, chris had barely moved in you, and your walls were all ready straining his cock. goes to show how desperate you really get without being dicked down every other week.

he started off with slow, paced strokes. going as gentle as possible—but man did he just want to devour the shit out of your tight cunt.

after he started to go off with faster strokes, his body moving with it, letting out soft grunts as you let out futile soft moans. your back arched off the bed, one of chris’ hand gripping onto your hips, readjusting as needed over time, the other settled on his forearm above your head to keep balance.

soon, tears ebbed at your waterline—what was wrong now?

you writhed against the thrusts chris delivered, your back arching further off the bed, your arms moving to wrap around the back of his neck. “sorry—it jus’, it jus’ feels s’good!” you cried out. his shoulder visibly relaxed when you admitted to it feeling good.

“i know.” he said cockily, deepening his thrust til he hit your g spot. you let out a moan that was a little to loud for his comfort, the hand resting on your hip, going to cover your mouth as he bullied your gummy walls. squelching filled the noise that was once your moans of sheer pleasure. your body tensed against chris’, coming on his cock, chris following not to long after you did.

[quarterlifekitty]

Desperate times

Based on the results of this post and poll

cw: dark content. Kidnapping, threats, drugging, noncon, restraint, the whole shebang.

❌ Gaz is starting to feel a little disheartened, babe. You don’t seem as committed to making this work as he is… But that’s okay. He told you he loved you, and love means always being willing to put in the effort, yeah? So if the public approaches aren’t working, maybe you need something more private. It’s easy to get one of his mates to follow you around bars, wait for the perfect moment, and slip something in your drink. It’s easy to know when on the walk home there won’t be any witnesses. The hard part is going to be training you out of hissing and spitting when he gives you sweet words and gentle touches. That’s no way for a bird to treat her man, not when he’s gone through so much for her.

❌Soap is starting to feel a little… restless. This was fun at first, this game of trying to win you back, of cornering you like he was some kind of creep, but now? He just wants his bonnie. He needs you, and he knows you’ll never be as happy with anyone else as you are with him. He starts right from when you wake up after that night of reigniting your passions. You’re saying things you don’t mean, things you’ll regret— and he’s never been able to keep his cool when you get emotional. So if he wraps his hands around your throat and squeezes until you still, he can’t be the only one to blame. Now, he’ll be the first to admit that his worship of your body last night was just a wee bit lackluster… he was too excited for the main event. When you wake up, tied to his bed and gagged, he won’t be making the same mistake. In fact, best start on it now.

⭕️ Ghost doesn’t keep it casual. He doesn’t take baby steps. Just as soon as you return one of his calls, you can barely say hello before he says “I’m comin’ over, dovie.” You’ve never seen him smile like he did on that day before, and quite frankly, you never want to see it again. He looks sick. Drunk on just his proximity to you. He attacks you with his mouth once you answer the door, grunting between heaving breaths that he knew, knew you’d come around, knew you were a good girl, knew you’d never wanna force him to do something he didn’t want to do. He takes you on a few surfaces before he can finally pull his mind together enough to take you to a real bed. Tells you he’s gonna put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly so this can’t happen again, because honestly? He doesn’t wanna tell you what will happen if it does.

❌Nikolai thought it was cute at first, seeing you try to play at being the big, strong, independent girl. But while his love for you is endless, his patience isn’t. The longer he lets this go on, the more training you’ll need when you come back. So he decides to do the merciful thing, and take you home. It’s a shame you didn’t behave— he would’ve let you sit in the passenger seat with his hand on your thigh the way you used to love. Instead he had to drag you into the back, chemicals soaked in the cloth he put over your mouth and nose. It doesn’t do well for a princess to be out of her tower. No, it isn’t good for anyone, least of all the princess. You don’t realize the dragon is collared and chained to you, that’s okay— he’ll just have to put you in a collar and chains of your own while you get used to things again. Maybe you’d be a little happier with your life inside if you had something little and sweet to take care of, like he does? He could get you that, malýshka. You don’t even need to ask.

I was thinking of making this the last in the series, but maybe we can push it further?

[oceanicwriting]

you... love me?

summary: it's been months since your relationship with theodore nott turned into hell. every week there was something to argue about, being fixed with sex to avoid the awkward conversation. you were tired, so you make a decision that could hurt the rest of your life.

pairing(s): theodore nott x fem!reader

a/n: i was thinking of a second part for this one, but i don't know... i'll think about it better ;-).

angst, toxic relationship

ㅤㅤㅤyou look at him, sitting among his friends in the stinky snake common room. they're smoking and talking so animatedly with each other that you hesitate to go meet him for fear of spoiling his peace. however, draco malfoy, one of his friends, waves in your direction with a nod that catches the attention of the entire group.

ㅤㅤㅤ—hey! what are you doing standing there? —mattheo asks, extending a half-finished cigarette in your direction—. you haven't been around here for days, how are you?

ㅤㅤㅤyou shake your head and, ignoring the boy's questions, look at theodore. in all this time, he hadn't turned to look at you even by mistake.

ㅤㅤㅤ—can we talk?

ㅤㅤㅤonly then do his blue eyes rest on your body. there was nothing in his gaze that would help you understand what was going on in his head, but he nods.

ㅤㅤㅤwhen he passes by you, inviting you to follow him, the scent of his perfume mixed with the cigarette in his fingers hits thousands of memories chained to the back of your mind. you feel your stomach twist, swallowing the urge to vomit as you take two big breaths of air. now that you were getting closer to the imminent end, you didn't think all the preparation was enough.

ㅤㅤㅤas you reach his bedroom, there is a silence that surrounds you with discomfort, making you lose all the sanity you had accumulated. he doesn't seem to notice the great effort you make to stand in front of him without bursting into tears, much less with those confident movements in the room.

ㅤㅤㅤ—so? —you knew that voice. the way the words stagnate in his throat, coming out hoarse and thick—. what do you want to talk about?

ㅤㅤㅤeverything felt familiar from that moment, making you fear that the succession of events will rush your bravery.

ㅤㅤㅤ—i know you're angry with me for...

ㅤㅤㅤhis sour laugh interrupts you, making you shut up to say—: angry? why would i be angry to see you strutting around with oliver?

ㅤㅤㅤyou roll your eyes, moving closer to him. his empty eyes remind you of all the other times things happened like this, repeating themselves over and over again to make your chest ache with anguish.

ㅤㅤㅤ—how many times do i have to say it? i explained it to you a thousand times —you say, feeling your cheeks redden from the rage that rises inside you—. oliver is my classmate! we were just talking.

ㅤㅤㅤ—do you think i'm going to believe that? —he faces you with the same rage you had built up—. do you think i'm an idiot?!

ㅤㅤㅤhis scream makes you step back, making his bitter gaze soften for a second, but your cynical laugh doesn't help lighten the rage he contains in his clenched fists.

ㅤㅤㅤ—i just can't believe it...

ㅤㅤㅤit was always the same. theodore would start to reproach something that had twisted in his mind, blaming you and yelling at you to make you feel enough guilt that would manage to subdue your anger. within a minute, he would regret it. he would say things that sound like achievable promises, but they are nothing more than lies that you had already tasted before. he knew exactly how to play with you.

ㅤㅤㅤ—what is it that you can't believe?

ㅤㅤㅤyou look at him, angry from the depths of his soul and playing with every sensitive part of your mind.

ㅤㅤㅤ—i can't keep doing this, theodore.

ㅤㅤㅤin an instant his gaze, strong and hard, transforms into a soft and confused one. your heart starts to beat hard, forcing you to hold back the accumulation of tears that threaten to run down your face. your head hurts with the simple exchange of glances that loses more and more fierceness.

ㅤㅤㅤ—i-i can't keep fighting with you. —your trembling lip betrays all your emotions, but you try to stay strong—. i can't keep listening to you...

ㅤㅤㅤ—bella...

ㅤㅤㅤtheodore tries to get closer with his hands determined to caress your face. he wanted to comfort you, repent, and find a solution that doesn't involve losing you, although he didn't know that nothing could make you fall again before his empty words.

ㅤㅤㅤ—no! —you scream, making him look at you perplexed—. don't come near me.

ㅤㅤㅤyou and theodore nott had met four years ago. for a whole year, you were nothing more than friends, getting to know each other more deeply every day and losing yourselves in each other's safety. the lines became blurred soon after, when you began to lose yourselves in tender caresses. you never thought that getting to know him much more would be so torturous.

ㅤㅤㅤyou remember the first time you two argued. it was because you had sat next to fred weasley in class, and thanks to his personality, you laughed more than you should have. you had cried so much that night that you promised not to make the same mistake. so afterward, it wasn't just about laughing at someone else's jokes because you weren't allowed to talk to, look at, or meet another man.

ㅤㅤㅤ—i came to break up with you —you say, theodore freezes. you were walking away right in front of his eyes—. we can't keep doing this to each other.

ㅤㅤㅤ—no, you can't...

ㅤㅤㅤ—yes i can. —your hands clench at the bottom of your vest, pressing your nails into your palms—. i can walk away from you. we're not doing anything right, theodore. you have to understand.

ㅤㅤㅤfrom one moment to the next, his cold and familiar hands hold your face. your tears running down your cheeks are erased by the softness of his thumb, trying to chase away any fear outside. your heart couldn't take it.

ㅤㅤㅤ—but i love you. —you deny, slowly removing his hands—. don't do this, please.

ㅤㅤㅤ—you... love me? —you question, perplexed. you search for all the strength possible inside yourself, ignoring the lit charm in his gaze—. if you love me, you would trust me. if you love me like you say, you would listen when i tell the truth. theodore... if you love me, you wouldn't hurt me so much. no, you don't love me.

ㅤㅤㅤhe looks at you, so close but far away.

ㅤㅤㅤ—nothing can save this.

ㅤㅤㅤtheodore could see the obvious. he could see all the times he hurt you, flashing through your eyes. his mistakes were marked on every part of your body, like tattoos he could now see.

ㅤㅤㅤyour hand reaches for the door handle, escaping in complete silence. you couldn't bear the softness of his words attacking you once more, and that forced you to escape down the hall with speed. you wanted to believe that if you ever met again, everything could end differently.

[silverflameataraxia]

Forget the growing Valkyrie/Illyrian conflict. I need to see some Valkyrie/IC conflict next book.

Rhysand's treatment of Nesta was so horrendous that it triggered memories of Ember's abuse at the hands of the Autumn King. And it was so awful that Ember stood up for Nesta and defended her from Rhysand. Keep in mind that Nesta was a social pariah at that point in time and Ember didn't know if she would be punished or executed, but she chose to stick up for Nesta anyways because Rhysand's treatment of Nesta was so triggering for Ember. Even after that, Ember asked if there was anything else she could do to take some of the blame off of Nesta.

Nesta can't continue to summarize her mistreatment as her getting into a fight with her family and disappearing for a week with Cassian. At some point Gwyn and Emerie are going to see Rhysand's treatment of Nesta for themselves and they're going to find out how often he threatens to kill her, and they're not going to be too happy about it. I'm sure it's going to trigger some memories for them, too (especially Emerie). And when they find out Nesta's not even safe around her own mate, who does absolutely nothing to protect her from Rhysand? I don't see any narrative where they don't call out Cassian, Rhys, and the IC for their BS.

I need Nessian to go the route of Elorcan in KoA. I need the Valks to, at least somewhat, turn against Cassian like the MC's turned against Lorcan in ToG. I need 600 pages of not knowing whether or not Nessian is going to be endgame. I need Nesta to consider rejecting the mating bond, and Cassian having to come to terms with how badly he failed her for her to seriously consider it. I need 600 pages of him groveling and worshipping the very ground she walks on. I need to hear Cassian say "I love you" to Nesta, as well as him having entire monologues where he just can't stop listing all the reasons he loves her. I need him to trust her and her decisions. I need 600 pages of him finally behaving like a mated male.

I need the Valkyries to help him understand that the IC is the biggest threat to Nesta. I need him and the Valks to shut down any insults the IC hurl Nesta's way. I need them to stick up for her, and defend and protect her. I need to see Cassian protect Nesta from Rhysand. I need to see him prioritize Nesta and her feelings. I need to see him treat her like the princess she is. I need him to romanticize the avid romance reader. I need him to cherish Nesta's heart, rather than rip it to shreds in his temper tantrums.

I need 600 pages of Cassian finally choosing Nesta over the IC.

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

Five times you hated Joshua

genre : soft angst word count : 1.3 k words > trigger warnings : profanities and slight slut-shaming (not by shua)

1.

When he helped you up after you tripped in front of him like a goddamn idiot

What happened half an hour ago was the thing you have been dreading since you and Joshua broke up. You even went to church on a Sunday with your mother and begged God to let you keep your dignity for once and NOT make a fool of yourself in front of Joshua. And did you do exactly one week later? Be the biggest, most pathetic loser in this whole city, nay, the universe! Maybe it wasn't a big deal. Lots of people make eye contact with their ex who they have been ghosting, and then stub their toe in the sidewalk, let out a scream a pterodactyl would be proud of, and fall face first into the snow. Joshua running over to help you up was the nail on the coffin. You hated him so much.

Why couldn't he have left you alone when you were hurt?

2.

When he lied to your mom that you were still together

"Why didn't you tell me the reason Joshua couldn't come to family dinner was because he is busy on an important work project? A project that could even net him a promotion??" As usual, your mother screeched as soon as the call connected.

Blindsided by it all, you replied in the most intelligent way you could,

"Huh?”

"And here I thought he finally had enough of you and broke up. I mean no would blame him. Look at who Joshua is and look at yourself. Goodness!”

"Um, yeah, sorry, he was just busy.”

Your brain volleyed off your mom's interrogation on autopilot because the only thing your mind could loop was how much you loathed Joshua.

Why did he still have to be your partner in crime?

3.

When he helped you feed stray cats even when he doesn't like pets.

Enough time has passed since your breakup that you felt that it was safe enough to pass through your old neighbourhood yours and Joshua's home. Making a slight detour to check up on the two stray cats you used to take care of, you push down the feelings of guilt that bubble up. You keep telling yourself that they are okay. They are stray cats. They will be fine without you feeding them premium grade tuna. But, you are still apprehensive of what you are going to find. Suddenly, you see a silhouette dropping something on where the cats frequently gather. Recognizing it's Joshua, you dash into deep dive into the adjacent alley. Your eyes widen in disbelief as you recognize the can Joshua poured something out of. Making sure to stay still until he leaves, you creep slower when the area is deserted again. You saw right. It was the type of tuna you always fed the strays with. It took you a whole minute to wrap your head around the fact that Joshua kept on feeding your the cats. The same Joshua who grumbled that they will follow you home if you keep on feeding them. The same Joshua who passive aggressivly attached the pet policy notice on the fridge with magnets. That Joshua? You can't even stand seeing a single strand of his hair at this moment.

Why did he break his own rules for you?

4.

When he doesn't let anyone disrespect you behind your back

You didn't mean to hear it. However, it seemed that the universe decided that you were its new punching bag and thus, the moment you hit behind the curtains to take a breather (cough hide from Joshua cough) , an annoying, grating voice piped up,

"Hey, Josh!"

Your first thought was, who the fuck is Josh and your second thought was, oh no (you could f e e l the universe smugly saying, oh yes)

"Hey, man! Long time no see. What's up?" A very, very familiar voice replied.

"It's all good. Just peachy. You here alone? I swear, I thought I saw that girl of yours."

You swear that you could feel the. heat radiating off a body just a few centimetres in front of you in the pitch-black darkness . And the voice responding confirmed that you were not being delusional.

"Um. Maybe she is here. I don't know actually. We sort of broke up." Joshua replied awkwardly.

"Oh damn. It's all right, bro. There are plenty of fish in the sea and all that. I always thought she was a bit of a bitch anyway. Acting like she is so above us while dressing so slutty."

Pin drop silent lasted for a few seconds and then, with steel in his voice that you didn't know he possessed, Joshua spit out,

"I think you got the wrong idea here, pal. She broke up with me and not the other way around. And even if I broke up with her, it would not be because of any fault of hers. She is an amazing person inside out."

That piping voice finally got a hint (who even was this idiot) and squeaked a bit in fear.

"Wow, sorry, man. I didn't know that you guys were still together. I totally respect your territory and all that."

"You don't have to respect my 'territory' at all. But never disrespect her in front of me again."

"Yeah, whatever, bye."

Both of you could hear the idiot mutter as he walked away, "What crawled up his ass today?"

Letting out a deep sigh, Joshua also walked away. And you hated him a bit more.

Why couldn't he let you face the world alone?

5.

When he is always in your corner even when you are not

It was a dull Monday evening like any other. The only thing that was exciting in your life was that you were two pages away from finishing the book you were slogging through the last eight months. Just as you turn to the second last page, a small slip of paper starts to float down from the book. Now, curious, you pick it up only to read the words,

"Almost at the end! I always knew you could do it, sweetheart <3 - Your Joshua."

A high-pitched kneeing wail slipped out of your throat and you fell down to your knees. Why, why, why, why, why, why, why. Why did he have to be so supportive? You never hated someone as much as you hated him.

Why did he always have faith in you?

+ The one time you accepted that you will always love him

+1

You were so used to taking the same route every day that it was something you could do with your eyes closed. Suddenly a shrill ring of the phone broke the sacred silence of the subway. Ugh, who doesn't even know to silence their phones before getting on here? You think before recognising that it was your phone that was ringing. In a panic-filled scramble, you accept the phone call and whisper,

"Hello?"

"Wow, I didn't think you would pick up." Joshua said with a tired chuckle.

"Um, well, I did. Is it something important you wanted to tell me? I am actually on the subway. I will call you back later?"

"No! It's fine. There's no need to call back." With a click, the call ended. You turn the short conversation over in your mind. Only one thing stood out. Joshua's voice was even but there seemed to be something he was holding back.

Making a sudden split decision, you elbow your way through the crowd and managed to get on the platform just one second before the subway pulled away. Giving yourself a second to catch your breathe, you make your way towards Joshua's house. It's not something an ex-girlfriend should do but Joshua was so bad at asking for help and you couldn't bear the thought of him experiencing any kind of pain.

It's okay, you guys were bad at being exes anyways.

[crybabyddl]

Balcony Cigarettes

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warning: swearing, miscommunication/cluelessness, friends to lovers, kissing, smoking

Author’s Note: I’m at work and this popped into my head. I wish I had a whole story behind this, but I don’t. I was just thinking about the sunsets at the college I went to, and how it would’ve been cool to smoke there. Now I’m here, writing a random thing and making it about a fictional character that I’m in love with. Second Note: I'm home now and really want to publish this, so I'm forcing myself to finish it one way or another. I apologize if that makes it end up sucking, but I just need to get this finished or else it will sit in my drafts for eternity. I'm considering just posting what I have in my drafts even if they're unfinished because I have like, 80 drafts and I think at least 70 of them are actual pieces of writing and I feel selfish holding onto them bc some of them are not too bad. Most of them are from 2021, but that was when I was writing like a fiend and had a bunch of motivation, so they might not be terrible, probably a tad cringey though.

—

God, what you wouldn’t do to be smoking a cigarette right now…

Almost as if the universe heard you, the sliding door of the balcony swishes and shuts. Without needing to look, you know it’s Eddie—the sound of heavy bootsteps tipping you off.

“Mind if I join you?” He asks softly, just shy of mumbling. He mirrors you as he rests his elbows along the railing.

“Not at all,” you keep your head forward, too entranced by the flow of cars passing by on the streets below. “By any chance, do you have a pack of ciggies on you?”

Eddie can’t help but laugh.

“What kind of question is that?” His tone is lighthearted, but not energetic enough to disrupt the mood. It was a stupid question, Eddie was rarely ever seen without a cigarette between his lips.

He fishes a half-used box of Newports and a lighter out of his pocket. You turn to watch as he pulls two cigarettes out of the pack, putting both between his lips. You feel the corners of your mouth turn upwards as he brings the lighter closer, igniting your vices before handing one to you. You take the cigarette from between his index and middle fingers.

From the first inhale, you can feel the menthol working its magic. It wasn’t something you did often—smoking. You knew it was a nasty habit, but you figured if this was the worst thing you did tonight, you’d be okay with that.

“Do you ever miss Shores Hollow?” Eddie poses the question casually, but it still causes the nervous pit in your stomach to sink like a stone.

“All the time. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here,” you take another drag. “But nothing compares to those sunsets.”

It’s silent between the two of you as you finish your cigarettes, getting lost in the swirls of smoke that float around you. The logical part of your brain blames the cigarette for the uneasy feeling that starts to reside in your stomach and leaves pitter-pattering knocks on your temples, but the sentimental part of you wins and blames it on the man keeping you company.

You dare to look over at the culprit of your mixed feelings, his eyes fixated on the cloudy night sky. You want to say something, you want him to say something, but no words seem to fit in this moment. It’s like torture—having the one thing, the one person you want the most right in front of you, in addition to the weighted memories that come along for the ride, but it’s all just out of your grasp.

Your lips part, no ammunition loaded on your tongue. Eddie’s head turns rather quickly, as if he too was waiting for you to say something. He’s staring at you through windows of deep brown, like a wooded forest just before snowfall. You wish you knew what was making his mind turn, because the hopeless romantic in you looks into his eyes and reads

Tell me you want me the way I want you.

It’s too much of a risk to interpret a simple look in such a way. Maybe if you were a more confident person, you’d be willing to take that risk. But you’re not, and it seems neither is Eddie. He’s turning on his heel to leave, dropping his cigarette butt into the ashtray that sits near the folding chairs along the exterior wall. You realize this is the last time you’ll ever see him if you don’t do something, anything.

“Eddie,"

His name is all you can force yourself to say, but it’s enough. He turns around and something about the look in your eyes lets him know you need him to come back over, so he returns to his previous position, at your side, leaning over the railing.

Another minute of silence is shared between the two of you, and throughout its duration, your mind is plagued with the possible outcomes of all the different things you could utter to the patient man beside you. Just when you felt your brain was about to explode, you mentally scream fuck it and decide to express what you’ve wanted to for the past couple months.

"Please stay here."

It wasn't exactly what you were trying to convey, but it didn't fully matter. It seemed as though Eddie understood, or at least to the best of his ability--he wasn't a mind reader.

"I'm here." his voice was soft, reassuring.

He places his hand over top of yours, an unexpected gesture you welcomed fully--albeit flustered.

"I really need to get better at articulating my thoughts." you were thinking out loud, but it was something Eddie deserved to know as well.

"Is there any way I can help you with that?"

"Maybe."

Eddie looked down, taking both of your hands in his now, giving them a comforting squeeze.

"Is what's on your mind something recent, or is it a thought you've had for a while that you've been holding onto?"

"The second one."

"Okay, that's a start," the smile that graces his features burns your insides like a shot of whiskey. How was it even possible for one man to be so effortlessly attractive? "Is it something you specifically wanted to tell me?"

You nod.

"Well, that makes this a lot more interesting. And to think I almost went back inside!"

You smile sheepishly, thankful that there were no bright lights to illuminate the redness of your cheeks.

"Hmm. Is it something positive or negative?"

"Uh, I think that would be dependent upon you."

"Well shit, Y/N. At this point you've gotta just tell me."

"Fucking hell," you whine. "Fine. But you can't hold it against me."

"No promises."

"I think I'm falling for you."

"Oh."

Eddie's face is pale, but his expression isn't one you can decipher. He's still looking at you, and as much as you wanted to tear your eyes away, look anywhere else but in his beautiful brown eyes, you were frozen. It wouldn't matter if you ran inside, you uttered the words out loud and he heard them--there was no coming back from this.

"Yeah." It was all you could offer, too scared to make excuses for making things unbelievably awkward.

"How long?"

"Hmm?"

"How long have you been feeling this way?"

That wasn't the direction you expected the conversation to go, not that you expected the conversation to even continue.

"A month... or two."

Eddie's quiet. You realize you probably just freaked him the fuck out and he was most likely planning his escape route, despite his only options being to walk through a door or jump from a third story balcony.

"I'd say you're pretty lucky. I've been going on five months."

Huh?

"Huh?" Your confusion was the first thought you didn't worry about expressing the entire conversation.

"I've been thinking the same thing about you for five months."

"Really?"

"Mmhm." he nods. Eddie was hardly ever one to be shy--seeing him like this was cute.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Probably for the same reason you didn't."

Fair enough.

"Now what?" you asked, not sure what to do with your hands, your face, or any part of you.

"I'm not sure. We could just stay here and take in our surroundings, or we could go back to my place and make out-"

"That one. The second one."

"Someone's eager."

"You don't seem eager enough!"

"I've had a lot of time to learn how to be patient. Five months to be exact."

"You say that like it's my fault!"

"Maybe it is! It's not like I was being subtle, I flirted with you every chance I got! I figured you were just too scared to flat-out reject me."

"You flirted with me?"

"A million times!"

"You're joking."

"Dead serious."

"When?"

"Remember your birthday party?"

"Yeah...?"

"I literally told you that you looked sexy!"

"I figured that was just 'cause I was the birthday girl!"

"Then explain why I called you a few weeks ago and told you all about this girl I couldn't get off my mind, and literally just described you!"

"You were talking about me?"

"Oh my god, Y/N! Seriously?"

"Well unless you say it's me, I'm not going to assume you're talking about me!"

"Jesus Christ. Okay, what about the time I brought you flowers at work?"

"Those were from you?"

"Uh, yes. I literally handed them to you!"

"I figured you intercepted the delivery guy and that they were from my parents! My mom texted me earlier that day and asked me if I had decorated my apartment yet, so I just assumed that she sent me flowers so I'd have something to put on the kitchen table."

"Just my luck, honestly."

"Maybe you should've left a note."

"God damn it," Eddie slapped his forehead with his palm. "What about when your car broke down and we had to stop in that diner and the waitress told us we were such a cute couple and she gave us free coffee while we waited for the tow truck?"

"What about that?"

"We played along! I gave you a kiss on the cheek and everything! Friends don't do that, Y/N!"

"They do when a sweet old lady gives you free coffee and you don't want to break her heart!"

"Okay this is getting ridiculous. Clearly, we misread some things, but now we know we both feel the same way. You like me, I like you, right?"

"Right."

"So can I kiss you, on the lips?"

"Please."

Eddie took a swift step forward, his hands reaching and grabbing either side of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he brought his lips against yours. The kiss was passionate, fervent with all the emotions the two of you had been withholding from one another for far too long.

You separated after a moment, looking at one another with blown out pupils, blushed faces, and a newfound tenderness that cleared away any doubt that threatened to tear you apart.

--

sorry the second half of this lowkey sucks. I just kinda ran with it. Sorry again.

[eldritch-spouse]

I would absolutely mistake Mooncalf 's small form as a pillow and hump it 😔

What would he do in that scenario? 👀

TW: Mutual nonconsensual acts.

Quite bold of you to not only find it harmless that there's a brand new unidentified object in your bedroom, but also seek to hump it at the slightest confirmation that it might be a pillow.

In this form, he may be ever so slightly pillow-shaped, but Mooncalf certainly doesn't feel like one. Not only is he more dense, he exudes the warmth of a mammalian living creature.

Mooncalf will admit he knows anything could happen when he helps himself into the homes of strangers. But most of the populations he finds nowadays don't even truly recall what his kind is, let alone ward their homes or set up any sort of boundary mark- You cannot expect Mooncalf to resist what amounts to a slightly ajar door. Point is, he feels safe enough to doze off in the homes of strangers entirely uninvited, because he's sure that almost no one can be a figment of a threat to him.

Besides, it's always fun to see how people react to his presence, in whatever form he chooses to manifest.

The world is full of whimsy indeed, and sometimes, it still manages to shock the fey.

He'll concede he didn't know what to think when you just... Started grinding on him. Mooncalf wanted to startle you, initially. Though he hardly thinks it would have garnered as interesting a reaction as simply playing dead already did.

Who are you...? Who are you to hump him like a dog? To huff and pant and get yourself off with his body?

Freak! Weirdo! Unnatural fool!

What fun!

He's not ashamed to say that he simply let you. Giggled silently to himself as you used him like a fucktoy, rubbing a slick and warm cunt over the length of his rather small form until your breath began to catch and he could sense the muscles of your thighs tense with desperation. So entranced with your own climb to the peak, you could never have noticed the way your little doll warmed as well, the way he made but the smallest noises of surprise whenever you jostled him particularly hard.

It's not every day Mooncalf allows himself to get used like this. He supposes his time asleep has left him needy enough to enjoy such a thing. Again, he takes no shame from it.

When the naughty deed is over, you pick him up like any other dirty used cushion, throwing the monster into what he presumes is some kind of used laundry basket. Certainly stinks of it.

Rude!

Nasty!

That is no way to treat a guest like him.

Your insult, as humorous as it was to the fey, shall be met with consequences...

Coming home from your day, a number of things likely running through your mind, no one would ever blame you for not noticing a missing pillow on the laundry pile. After all, what you need right now is a meal and proper rest, ensuring you'll be functional tomorrow.

Nothing is amiss. You eat to the sound of your favorite content creator's newest upload and prepare everything to settle down for the night.

Pajamas on, bed arranged, you can only think, sadly, that you'd like to snuggle that new pillow tonight. Unfortunately, you got hasty with it that morning.

It's really not your fault it's shaped so conveniently...

You can always wash it tomorrow.

The thoughts swirling through your mind rapidly fizz into a peaceful quiet, allowing you to drift off under the cozy covers, breathing softly and silently.

...

You can't be sure of how long it's been when you awaken with a jolt.

The first thing your panicked brain signals is that something is on top of you.

Dark as it is, you can't see a thing, but you feel the presence of something humanoid under the covers, slumped atop you like a heavy weight keeping you trapped to the mattress. Fabric, skin and rough talons make contact with you.

It takes a second before you register the rocking.

The hairs on your neck stand on end when this stranger breathes on it, his hips rolling against your ass lazily, something much too large pulsing eagerly with each self-gratifying roll.

He seems to be taking enjoyment out of doing this to you, soft yet low, distinctly pleased hums muffled against you.

By the time it all clicks, the danger you're in, a strangely-shaped hand has already snaked its way up to keep your jaw clamped shut.

Something like a distorted giggle rings under the covers, and suddenly, two pools of orange-ish yellow look down at you, the pupils of an entertained predator fixing you into place.

" Wakey wakey! " He murmurs pervertedly, never stopping his constant humping. The shiver that courses through you certainly doesn't go unnoticed. " Why so shaky? "

You're not meant to answer, of course.

Instead, his hips pick up the pace, thighs brushing harder against yours while he readjusts, well and truly wedging his cock between the globes of your ass, treating you no better than you had... That pillow.

That pillow. What have you gotten yourself into?

As the bedframe creaks and your vision blurs with the force of the monster's lewd movements, you can only flush furiously and watch him moan in impish delight.

" I'll have you know- " He throbs. " Rude awakenings have consequences. "

A spare hand tickles its way down your side, hooking onto the waistband of your pajama pants.

" I hope this brings you to your senses. "

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Gray Woman 3

Warnings: non/dubcon 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: Lloyd Hansen

Summary: You meet a man who tests your patience. (grumpy!short!reader)

Note: To those who didn’t help me resist this beast, I blame 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 ❤️

“Just the wine, thanks,” you tap your card on the edge of the lane counter mindlessly. The cashier rings through your single bottle and sends it down the next conveyor. You tap and the machine chirps. “Have a good day.” 

You take your receipt as the woman on the other side of the counter greets her next customer. You do your best to make yourself as little as a nuisance as you can when you switch roles. It saves everyone a whole lot of trouble. 

You go to grab your wine but it’s plucked up beyond your grasp. You keep your arm outstretched before you recoil it, staring at the stranger as he reads the label. You swallow and take a breath. You don’t have a window between you or a security button on a desk. It’s different when you’re out in the world. More dangerous, less orderly. 

“Excuse me, may I have my wine?” You ask flatly. 

The man clucks and tilts his head to look at you. He pokes his tongue into his cheek and smirks, turning to face you completely. He keeps the wine in his hand. His bristly mustache slants in amusement. 

“Let’s try again. ‘Mr. Hansen, may I have my wine?’” He outlines the words with a flutter of fingers. 

You squint and shake your head. “Do I know you?” 

His lips part as he stammers, “uh, yeah? You—from the bank—Jesus. Doesn’t matter.” 

You nod warily and reach for the bottle. You wrap your hand around the narrow neck but he refuses to let go. Instead, he steps back, drawing you with him as the next customer comes down the lane. You cling to your middle shelf purchase. 

“I know you fucking remember me. You’re just trying to piss me off because Ronnie isn’t here to lay down the law. Trust me, I can do it myself, sweat pea.” 

He glares down at you. He sure has a lot of anger. You’re not entirely sure what you did to him. Working with peoples’ money is not easy, for either party. It’s such a sensitive subject as it is. Still, you don’t remember doing anything so egregious as to earn the spite creasing between his brows. 

“Alright,” you pull on the bottle again. “I just... I can’t remember. Honest.” 

He grips the bottle even tight. His large hand easily clings to the full belly. You sigh and let go. 

“Fine, it’s cheap wine anyway,” you shrug. You’re growing uneasy with this man. Not only is he aggressive but he’s much bigger than you. 

You let go and spin, striding away as you shake of your disappointment and the trickle of nerves. As the automatic door slides open at your approach, you hear a pursuit. You’re not sure if it’s him but you refuse to look back. You only speed up. 

“Hey, I don’t want your fucking wine,” he catches up to you as you come outside. 

You don’t stop. You step off the curb and keep your head straight. You deal with the erratic passengers on the subway, you can handle some stuck-up jerk made about a bank fee. 

“Would you stop? Hey, I’m trying to have a conversation here,” he huffs. You keep going. “Hey!” He grabs your arm and reels you back to face him, standing just behind a parked car. “Do I need to show my ID to have a fucking chat?” 

You blink at him and scour your mind. Mustache, demanding, intolerable. You think you remember now. He’s the one who refuse to show his ID. You glance back at the grocery marquee and your lips thin. As a black card holder, you don’t expect him to be shopping at a bargain grocery. 

“Can I help you?” You face him. 

His cheek twitches, “relax, darling, we’re not at the fucking bank.” 

You consider him, eyes darting as you search for some sense in all of this, “uh huh. So...” 

“Do you just not turn it off or are you really a bitch?” He sneers. 

You shrug, “guess I'm a bitch.” 

You look at his hand on your arm and yank away. You once more turn to strut off and he snorts. Once more, he has your wrist but you try to ignore him. Try to snatch it free as you refuse to turn back. He’s too strong. 

For as long as you’ve had the canister in your purse, you don’t relish using it. You wonder if it’s expired. You reach into your open purse, dangling by your hip and turn. Before can speak, you raise the nozzle at him and press down. The coyote spray scours his eyes and he recoils. 

The bottle of wine smashes at his feet and the staggers, stomping as he wipes his eyes desperately. He whines and wheezes, coughing through the cloud of spray. You back up to keep free of it. You allow a single second to mourn the pinot then scurry away. His anguished moans fade away as you dip around another car. 

You head down to the subway and wait on the ramp, looking back and forth over your shoulders. You’re certain he didn’t follow you, that he couldn’t see enough to do so, but still, you’re addled. The city isn’t the place to take chances. 

All you wanted was a drink or too. You planned on nursing that bottle over a few nights. The bank’s been so hectic, just the thought of getting up to go back has been keeping you awake. Well, a few chapters of your latest read will put you to sleep. 

You board and find a seat near the doors. You make yourself as small as you can as you hug your purse. You’re agitated. You can smell the spray on your fingers. What an asshole. He didn’t just waste your wine, he ruined your night. 

[stayandot8]

Dreams

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: bsfriend!Chan x fem reader

Important Contents: it came to me in a dream, what can I say.

WC: 1k

masterlist

It was one of those dreams again.

I came to my senses always before I wanted to. Right when the dream was getting good, I would become very aware that there was a bright light coming from somewhere, a window maybe. My next notion was that my blankets were too hot; my fan wasn’t quite doing its job. Sucky fan. 

Yet another dream about finding the love of my life with blackish-brown hair, a big smile, and a laugh that filled your soul. This one felt so real though. We had been in this big house with all of his friends and my friends and they were desperate to see us get together and of course, all of the attempts were obvious. The boy was blushing so hard his ears turned red, but he never asked them to stop. My friends were doing everything they could to clear a room for us. I tried to shoot them pleading looks all night but to no avail.

It felt earlier than normal. I was certain my alarm would go off any second now to pull me away from this happy middle ground I was in the middle of. It was such a nice dream that I thought if I could just drift off again, I could go back to it. But the blankets were too hot, my breathing was too shallow, and I felt myself slowly rise from that dreamland, probably never to be found again.

But things were different. 

Outside of my consciousness, the air around me was off. The familiar scent of my bedroom wasn’t filling my nostrils like it should have. No, instead, the smell of something…edible…

It was still a struggle to open my eyes. A blur, everything blurred together and I couldn’t see straight. That’s what I blamed it on, anyway. Because there was no way that most of the stuff in my bedroom was black. And where did those LED lights come from? Where is my phone? Whose fucking house am I in??

A knock on the door brought my bleariness to full alert. And then that boy that I had been dreaming about came through the door. Eyes soft, black hair with some curls poking through, and a soft smile that made my heart jump. He was bringing a plate of something over to the bed that I was laying on, face-first into a pillow. 

“Hey, sunshine.” 

I grumbled something incoherent. 

“Tough night, huh?”

I furrowed my brows, and looked at him through my smushed face. Huh?

“What are you on about, Bang?” 

“You crashed pretty hard last night. You would barely move off the couch.”

“Then how did I get here?”

“I had to carry you so you wouldn’t get a crick in your neck.” His laugh squeaked out of him. “After everyone left, you passed out.”

“How drunk was I?”

“You started renaming all of our Skzoos. What does that tell you?”

I chuckled at the memory that was then coming back to me. “Oh yeah. Leebitch.”

“You named Bbokari ‘Dinner’, which was very creative by the way. Felix is waiting for your apology. And that was just the start.” He laughed. “You tried to draw vampire teeth on WolfChan before I took the marker away from you.”

I scoffed. “You should see what Stay says about that music video, vampire man.” He squeaked out another laugh.

“Oh, I know.” A pause as he looked over at me, in his bed. A question came to mind. 

“If I slept here, where did you sleep?”

“You wouldn’t let me leave. You have an iron grip when you’re drunk. I couldn’t even get up to brush my teeth.” 

“Which I bet was the first thing you did this morning, wasn’t it.”

“...Maybe.” He handed me the plate of kimchi stir fry he had brought and settled on the empty side of the bed. “So…do you remember what happened last night?”

My fork froze mid-air. “Uhm…Not really. Fill me in?” I said, staring at the plate. 

“Everyone was teasing you about me. Any ideas why?”

“Did Minho make this? Because it’s really good.” I scarfed down more so my mouth was full.

“After your conversation with Felix, everyone made themselves scarce. Which was convenient, I thought, considering your plan.”

I swallowed. “Plan? What plan?” I braced, unsure if I wanted to hear my drunken foretellings of what I had wanted to go down last night. I had an inkling of course, given my hidden undying love for the boy sitting in front of me but would I say that out loud?

“Your plan to get me to fall in love with you after everyone leaves.”

Shit. Yes, yes I would say it out loud. 

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

I snorted, trying to let my attempt at ease become real.

“Now why would I say a thing like that? That’s…crazy, Preposterous, even. That’s sooo unlike anything I would ever say.”

“Oh yeah?” Chris raised his eyebrows at me, peering at me like I had stolen something. That shut me up. I just stared at him. 

“Why are you not freaking out?”

“Because your plan worked.”

I choked on the rice. After a serious coughing fit and the tears stopped welling up, it was all I could do to continue to stare blankly at him and just say “What?”

“Dude. I’ve been in love with you for several months now.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been professed to while it is being proceeded by the word ‘dude’.” He just kept laughing. 

“Sorry, it slipped out. But I mean it.”

I didn’t know what to say. I just stared. 

“You can keep staring at me after you take a shower, I promise.”

That broke me of my stupor. 

“Did you just tell the love of your life that she smells?”

“Who said you’re the love of my life?” He called over his shoulder, heading to the bathroom. 

“I believe I did. Just now.” Climbing out of bed was a struggle, but the giddyness of the events that had just unfolded was enough motivation. “Are you joining me in this shower?”

“Maybe!”

[alyssaswrld999]

See You Again - JJ Maybank x reader

Authors Note: (I cried making this)

Pov: Y/n keeps seeing jj after his death. She hasn't been the same sense. Her brother John B and the others are worried about her. Even Rafe Cameron is worried about her

It's been a long day without you my friend...

Mine and John B's dad used to tell us stories. Some were happy and some were sad. Most of the stories were about a sailor and his adventures out in the sea. Me and John B would spend hours on the boat pretending to just be like that sailor.

Those were the good times and those memories will always be in my heart and in my soul. Our dad helped us be good. But the people that have helped me the most with finding out who I am is John B and the rest of the pogues. Especially the one and only JJ Maybank.

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again..

After our dad went missing we weren't the same for awhile. Our Uncle was off doing his own thing but mostly MIA. Our mom left when we were younger and haven't seen her since. So it was just me and John B spending time with our friends.

To be honest life seemed so much better and easier with being around my brother and our friends. It was more fun and uplifting even through the bad stuff. Sure we all had our disagreements and our fights but at the end of the day we all made up and things were okay again.

We've come a long way from where we began..

Ever since that summer after our dad went missing we have come a long way. With the treasure hunt for the gold and the cross. Finding and meeting new friends. Surviving together and losing people.

Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again..

Its been a struggle for the most of the journey. Having all this new stuff tower over us and having to fight through it. But we keep fighting every second of the way.

When I see you again..

There have been plenty memories running through my mind lately. My whole mind keeps spinning and it's hard to focus on the stuff around me. It's like my mind keeps trapping me in a world of just my memories and its hard to get out of my own head.

Damn who knew all the planes we flew..

"Y/n?" I heard someone say. I look up and seen John B standing in front of me. "Hmm?" I asked. John B looked at me concerned and I don't blame him.

"You okay? You seem like your in a daze" John B said. I shake my head and force a smile. "Yeah im good JB" I said walking past him.

Good things we been through..

As I walk past him I kept having these thoughts circle around my brain. As if someone was spinning a globe of the earth around like a ball. I kept having a headache at how quickly I was thinking and I stopped walking.

That I'd be standing right here talking to you..

All of a sudden I'm day dreaming again. I could move but in reality I wasn't moving. I was walking down the dock back home. I kept walking and then I seen someone standing there. It was jj..

Bout another path..

"Hey y/n" jj said turning towards me. I smile and walk towards him. "Hey jj" I said standing next to him. "Do you wanna go fishing later? Today seems like the perfect day" jj asked. I nod my head and look over at jj. "Yeah im down. And your right it does seem like a perfect day for fishing."

I know we loved to hit the road and laugh..

I look out at the water and smiled. The air felt nice and the sun was shining. It was a perfect normal summer day.

But something told me that it wouldn't last..

I come back to reality and realized it was just a memory. I sighed and rubbed my face. I was clearly exhausted and needed to get some sleep. I lay down next to the fire and try to go to sleep.

Had to switch up..

I sighed as I turned to get comfortable and then I closed my eyes. I heard the fire crackling and it sounded peaceful.

Look at things different see the bigger picture..

I didn't know when I exactly fell asleep but I knew I was dreaming. Next thing I see is me and the others back home like it was just any other day.

Kiara was on the couch in the house scrolling on her phone. Pope and Cleo were in the kitchen cooking food. But Sarah, John B, and JJ weren't in the same room.

Those were the days hard work forever pays..

I walk outside and onto the back porch. The breeze felt nice and I kept walking towards our bait shop. As I enter the shop I seen Sarah organizing the shelves. "Hey Sarah" I said sitting on the counter. Sarah turned towards me and smiled. "Hey Y/n. If your looking for John B or jj they are on the boat" Sarah said as she went back to organizing the shelves.

I nodded my head and turn to look out at the boat. I seen John B and JJ drinking some beer. I smiled and laughed. "Of course they are drinking beer. Should have known" I mumbled and make my way towards the boat.

Now I see you in a better place..

I walk down the ramp and climb onto the boat. "Hey you two" I said looking at John B and JJ. They both look at me and smile. "Hey y/n come grab a beer" jj said. I smile as John B hands me a beer and I open it. I sit down and take a sip.

How could we not talk about family..

"This is the life huh" I ask JJ. JJ looks at me and nods his head as he sips his beer. "This is the life" jj said.

When family's all that we got..

I wake up from my dream and I sit up. It was still dark and the fire was still going. I sighed and look to see everyone asleep. I get up quietly and go make my way to use the bathroom.

As I continue walking away from the little camp site we made I kept having jj run through my mind.

Everything i went through you were standing there by my side..

JJ was always there for me and John B. Through all the good and the bad. JJ was always around before Kie and Pope showed up. He was my brothers best friend since the 3rd grade.

And now your gonna be with me for the last ride..

Even though jj was John B's best friend he was mine too. Me and jj had a lot of things in common. And he was easier to talk to about certain things I couldn't with John B. He understood how I felt about certain things and cared for everyone.

It's been a long day without you my friend..

"You know if you keep walking your gonna get lost" I heard a voice say. I stop and slowly turn around. It was jj standing there looking at me with his arms crossed.

"jj.." I whispered. JJ nodded and walked towards me. "The one and only" jj whispered back.

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again..

I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding and my eyes tear up. "I- I'm sorry" I mumbled. My stomach hurt and It felt like someone was squeezing me to death. I was happy to see jj but it also hurt knowing it wasn't real.

We've come a long way from where we began..

"Hey what are you sorry for princess" jj asked. I look up at him and I had tears falling down my face. "I- I couldn't save you this time jj.." I answered.

Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again..

"Y/n this isn't your fault. Please don't start blaming yourself over me. You know it's not your fault" jj said. JJ pulled me in for a hug and he rubbed my back.

When I see you again..

I break down in front of him and I normally never do that with anyone. JJ has only seen me do it once and it was over everything that was going on. When the pogues see me upset they know somethings wrong.

First you both go out your way and the vibe is feeling strong..

I hold onto jj tight and I fall to my knees. "I can't take this anymore jj I can't" I whispered. JJ comforts me and rubs my back. "It's okay y/n it's okay" jj whispered back.

And what's small turned to a friendship..

"It's not okay jj..." I mumbled. I continue crying and I was shaking. I try to control my breathing but it was hard. "I- I can't... I can't live life like this.. I lost you... I lost my bestfriend" I cried out.

A friendship turned to a bond..

JJ holds me and let's me cry out. He wanted me to get my feelings out. He didn't like how I would hold my feelings inside. He would always joke about me being a bottle of soda and one mento away from an explosion.

And that bond will never be broken..

I fall asleep after crying so much. I was back to dreaming and the scene was different this time. It was a memory instead. I could see myself sitting in the Twinkie with jj and we were smoking a joint.

I was always jj's buddy for smoking weed so it was usually common for us to be seen smoking. "Hey jj can I tell you something" I said handing him back the joint. JJ grabbed the joint and looked at me. "Yeah what's up" jj said.

"Look uhm I've liked you for a long time. And I just wanted to tell you also that if you don't like me back that's totally cool. Because I don't want anything to also happen to our friendship" I said.

The love will never get lost..

JJ nods his head and looks at me seriously. "Y/n I-" jj began to say but we got interrupted by John B getting back in the car. "Hey guys I got everything on the list" John B said handing us the bag of snacks.

I smile at John B and look at the bag. "Thanks JB" I said grabbing a bag of chips. "No problem sis" John B replied as he started the car.

And when brotherhood comes first..

Later that day it was late and jj went home. I was in my room asleep until I heard a knock on my window. I wake up and seen jj at my window wanting to be let inside. I was confused by him being here this late at night and I get up from my bed.

Then the line will never be crossed..

I open the window and move out of the way so jj can come inside. "JJ are you okay? It's the middle of the night" I asked. JJ stands up and looks down at the floor. I observe the way he was acting and I realized it had something to do with Luke. I close the window and face jj.

Established it on our own when that line had to be drawn..

"JJ talk to me" I said looking up at him. JJ was tense and he was shaking. I grab his hand softly and I then stand In front of him. "Hey I'm here" I said softly and looked up at him. He looked down at me and had a tear go down his eye.

"Y/n..." jj mumbled. I nod my head and look at him concerned. "I'm here jj.." I whispered. I hug jj and he then breaks down. JJ hugged me back and started crying into my shoulder.

I rub the back of his head and I let him cry it out. "It's gonna be okay jj I'm here" I told him as I held onto him. JJ held me tighter and cried more into my shoulder.

I led him to my bed and helped him sit down. "Here let me help" I said as I take off his boots. I then pull back the blanket and let him get underneath it. JJ grabbed my hand softly and looked at me. "Please stay.. I don't wanna be alone right now" jj mumbled. I nodded my head and smiled.

"I'll stay" I replied as I make my way towards the other side of my bed. I get under the covers next to jj and I look at him. "You comfy? I can get some more pillows or blankets" I asked. JJ looked over at me and shook his head.

"I'm fine. Thank you" jj replied. I nod and put my head on my pillow and look at jj. JJ pulled me closer and laid his head into my chest. I hold him and play with his hair.

And that line is what we reached..

JJ fell asleep and pretty soon I did too. It was nice to know I calmed jj down and that he felt safe again. JJ knew I loved him and cared about him. We never dated or made anything official between us. Then pretty soon he was with Kie and I was happy for him.

After he got with Kie he knew I was still there as a friend and I stepped back a little. The most selfless thing I could do is let the man I love be with someone else. Even though I didn't want to let him go I still did because it was the best thing I could do.

So remember me when I'm gone..

Even though jj and I weren't in a relationship our friendship was much stronger. He and the other pogues were mine and John B's family. JJ always has a special place in my heart. And I know it was the same for him with me.

JJ and I were still close after that whole night he stayed over because of Luke. He knew that if he had anymore problems with his dad he could tell me and John B.

How could we not talk about family when family's all that we got..

I wake up from my dream and I felt someone carrying me. I looked up and seen the person and it was Rafe. But I couldn't think clearly and next thing I know I spoke.

"JJ?" I mumbled. Rafe looked down at me concerned and then smiled sadly at me. "No y/n it's rafe" rafe replied. I slowly go back to sleep and hold onto him.

Everything I went through you were standing there by my side..

Later after I fell asleep I wake up and I was back at the camp. I sit up and it was still dark but Rafe was awake. "Rafe?" I mumbled. Rafe looked over at me and smiled. "You okay?" Rafe asked. I nodded my head and I sit up. "Yeah I think so" I replied.

And now you gonna be with me for the last ride..

I look over and seen the others were still asleep. Me and Rafe were sitting a bit away from everyone. "Hey y/n uhm about earlier.." Rafe began to say but stopped. I look over at him and I was confused.

"Yeah?" I said. Rafe sighed and rubbed his head. "I heard you crying and went to look for you. Then I found you asleep on the ground. I carried you back here and you woke up for a bit." Rafe said and I nodded.

"You called me jj." Rafe finished. I frown and sigh as I look down at my feet. "Im sorry I thought you were jj. It's just.. im not myself right now" I said. Rafe nodded and then looked over at the fire.

So let the light guide your way yeah..

"It's okay Y/n I understand. But I want you to know something" Rafe said. I look up at Rafe and I hold my legs. "Whats that?" I asked. Rafe looked back at me and smiled a little. "If you need to talk about anything that's going on you can talk to me. Or any of the pogues." Rafe answered.

I nodded my head and smile softly at rafe. "Thank you Rafe. That means a lot" I replied. Rafe nodded his head and smiled at me.

Hold every memory as you go..

My mind kept spinning but not as much from earlier. I didn't want anyone to worry about me even Rafe. But it is comforting to know they do care.

And every road you take..

"I just kinda wish I could go back in time you know? Fix everything or just do things differently" I said. Rafe looks at me and nods his head. "I don't blame you there. I understand were your coming from" Rafe replied.

Will always lead you home..

I smile at Rafe and it felt nice to have something in common with him. It almost felt like how me and jj were with our friendship. Next thing I see is JJ sitting next to Rafe and looking at me.

"Yeah.. and maybe I would be able to say more stuff I didn't get to say. Or do some things I never got to do" I mumbled. Rafe looks at me and nods his head again. JJ kept looking at me and he nods his head to.

It's been a long day without you my friend..

"But then again I know that the people I miss are in a better place" I continued. I look at JJ and I smiled. "And it's also good to know they aren't hurting anymore." I added.

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again..

Rafe got up and sat beside me. He then put his arm around my shoulder and sighed. "Even though jj got on my nerves I could tell he was a good friend to you and the others." Rafe said.

I nodded my head and I pat his hand. I look at jj and he didn't seem mad at Rafe sitting beside me. JJ seemed happy and he also seemed like I would be taken care of by the others. Maybe even rafe as well.

We've come a long way from where we began..

"He wasn't just a good friend to all of us.. he was the best. And when I see him again one day thats the first thing I'm gonna tell him." I replied. JJ grinned at me and nodded his head.

Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again..

Rafe pulled me closer and held me. It was comforting and a hug is all I needed right now. I hug Rafe back and then I seen jj get up.

When I see you again..

JJ looks back at me and then slowly starts to walk away. But then he turns again and looks at me smiling again.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-..

I smiled at him and I start to tear up again. JJ knew that I loved him. Even seeing him now in spirit he definitely knew.

When I see you again..

JJ was the king of friendship through and through. He kept us all together through the good and the bad. He was loyal, kind, selfless and just an amazing person.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..

And deep down I know that jj has changed my life forever. Because I wouldn't be the person I am today without jj maybank.

See you again..

JJ waved at me and I waved back at him slowly. JJ then turned around and kept walking. Next thing I know I seen mine and John B's dad. He smiled at me and then put his arm around jj.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..

I wave at my dad and jj again and they wave a final wave back. They then turn away again and kept walking and I smiled at them.

When I see you again..

"Goodbye jj..." I whispered and then I close my eyes as the tears fell and I hug Rafe tightly.

[11queensupreme11]

Merry Christmas queen, wishing you all the nice gifts under that tree 😘

i stop a war from happening in the most dramatic way possible

What the fuck are you doing pretty girl? You even know what you doing our just you're falling while screaming.

Oh, I'm nervous and that was only the title

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! NOOOO! NOOOOOO!" THE SOUND of Persephone's gut-wrenching screams

Whoa whoa whoa

I know we kinda didn't like her because of all that drug thing but like, we went from 0 to 10000 really quick, what happened?

Oh, it´s my daddy, never mind, she surely deserves it ❤️😊

There was a sickening crunch sound as Zagreus' body instantly flattened, his body imploding from the underwater pressure. In a nanosecond his body was reduced to nothing, every bit and piece of him just mere atoms. His aquatic prison quickly filled with ichor.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

QUEEN! I NEED HIM! OMG

I DON'T KNOW WNOUGH ABOUT RoR TO GIVE YOU SO MANY SHIPS

IT'S WAS THE PERFECT MIX OF INCEST AND DARK FANTASY TOO

HE WAS GOING TO BE NICO'S POSEIDON IN MY HEAD! NOW I NEED A NEW ONE

(Also, fuck Pershephone, like, girl, that was quick. I know it was trauma but, GIRL IT WAS QUICK)

(There wasn't an episode in Rick and Morty where Morty's moon chose her daughter over Morty? No more TV for you queen, it's clearly giving you some bad ideas)

Queen

Queen

Queen

✨What the fuck?✨

I´m not shocked, I'm just disappointed in myself that I didn't see his psychotic outbreak coming before.

I genuinely thought the worst was past and the way was up until arch 2

The tags were right there, and I chose to ignore them.

Karma was them hitting my face really hard.

Also, I'm not victim-blaming here, but knowing all of Poseidon's history, why would you choose to mess with him? Girl, just stay far away and be blind, and then maybe he won´t see you.

"When my daughter ascends, she will take Demeter's place," he demanded firmly. "She would make a far better Olympian than that piece of trash anyway." "Hmmm," Zeus stroked his sad excuse of a beard before letting out a boisterous laugh. "Alright! I like it! No worries, brother, it'll be done!"

It's givin´ nepo baby, it's givin' my daddy's going to hear about this

Percy, when she gives up and accepts her destiny:

Yeah, Percy, you're finally getting some child manutention, good for you girl

(Also, rip Demeter, your sin was being a good mother and dumb. Cause again, I wouldn´t mess with FUCKING POSEIDON FIRST CRUSH WHAT THE HELL? YOU WERE HIS SISTER, HOW COME YOU DIDN´T THINK ABOUT IT. I LOVE HIM BUT HE HAS 0 LOGIC AND HE USES HIS TWO HEADS TO THINK, NEVER THE HEART-)

Oh Apollo

You're quickly ascending, your madness and lack of self-control have created a space in my heart dedicated to laughing about you.

Also, that guy isn't surviving, Apollo is going to kill at first sight, no asking just death (yeah, I don't learn his name to stop myself from liking him, I'm self-aware, thanks)

Ra's eyes hardened at that. He already had an inkling that Anubis would be planning this, and he dreaded it because he was right. There was no consent needed for a mating mark—it was permanent and could never be removed. Ever. 

This is so omegaverse, I loveeeeeeeeee it. Have you read Kiss Me Liar? Cause the omega forced the alpha to only be able to have him as an omega but he COULD have more alphas

I love Annubis, make him suffer and comfort him in the sheets, pretty please

A CHAPTER WITH ALL (actual) YANDERE????????'

I'M BEING SPOILED

"I need help," his words would've shocked everyone if they weren't equally as afraid as he was. He looked around, his pupils dilated with fear and panic. Nobody moved. "I NEED HELP!" He screamed at them, anger and desperation laced in his voice. "Somebody do something! Don't just stand there, you fools! My daughter is... is...!" He didn't dare finish the sentence.

...

This actually so sad, why am I smiling? knowing (a little) what's going to happen next...

Anyway, I personally know one more dramatic way to stop a war.

Can I introduce you to our lord and savior Shen Yuan and his act of (literally) dying for dick?

I stan an icon

One of them might piss some of you off ngl lmao

I'm totally not worried

You give my anxiety and half the time it isn't because of Nico

Don't worry queen, we are strong (?) and we love the fic so yeah, I can deal with all of this

Anyway, checking my to-do list, the only thing remaining is telling you how nice Nico looks when suffering, almost as cute as Percy 😘 give me time and I'll come with more ships, I just need more time, don't kill him too soon, a chance please🥹

Bye queen, enjoy Christmas and hope you get some nice updates from that thing you were expecting (an RoR update I think?)

i really love all these nepo baby allegations (not really allegations tho cuz they're all TRUE) cuz like......... percy started off as some poor loser from new york and here is she is now.... married to yan gods with a spot amongst the 12 olympians secured just for her once she ascends like that is the ULTIMATE nepo baby right there, i fear nothing's beating her 😭😭😭😭

not even "rags to riches" fit this, it's more like.... "rags to godhood"???? 😂

[mothlau]

Can we have lestappen with CREAMPIE pleaseee? Thank you so much, love ya 😚😚

bon soir anon and happy new year!!!! heres your porn:* old men yaoi style :* (kink meme here)

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“Please,” Max’s voice comes out muffled, his face buried in one of the throw pillows on their coach. Charles doesn’t have to see him to know how red his cheeks are, he’s seen the same sight enough times to be able to imagine it without much trouble.

Charles feels mean, he can’t be blamed for it. Having Max Verstappen like this, whimpering and shaking as he’s fucking three fingers into him… It does something to one’s brain, it melts it and recalibrates it and by the time it’s over, you can’t go back to how things were before. It happened to Charles, the first time they had sex, and it continued to happen every time since then.

He feels mean and cruel and there’s something in him that’s telling him he should make Max cry.

He pulls his fingers out, watching in awe as Max tries to close up around the emptiness left without Charles filling him. It’s maddening, how loose he is from the countless hours Charles has spent fucking his fingers into him, from how many hours he spent with his tongue in him, giving himself carpet burns on his knees. The same voice inside him is begging Charles to deny Max one more time, just until he’s slobbering all over himself and the pillow and his brain is mushy and melted.

The question is out before he really thinks it through, words harsh yet soft enough around the edges to remind Max they can call it quits. “I think I should try and see how many fingers you can take before you’re desperate enough to beg better, Maxie. Do you like how that sounds?”

Face still in the pillow, Max rapidly shakes his head no. On a good day, Charles would ignore his pitiful attempt to change Charles’ mind, but luckily for Max, today Charles is just as desperate, if not more. He needs to be inside his lover or else he may fucking die.

Scratch that, his dick will fall off, which is worse.

The lube is almost empty, he notices with some regret, as he coats his cock with the cold liquid. He has to buy more, perhaps they will even venture into the flavoured lube territory Alex has been raving about. Bent over the coach, naked and shivering, Max is whining impatiently, pushing his ass in Charles’ general direction. Charles has to throw away any thoughts of buying or even going to grab more lube from their dwindling stash.

First he has to fuck Max, then he can plan their next grocery trip.

He lines his dick up, slowly pushing in, inch by inch, while Max’s breathing turns more rugged with each small movement. By the time he bottoms out, the blond is panting underneath him, face turned to the side to breathe through the stretch.

Perhaps he should’ve spent more time eating him out and fingering Max until he was boneless. After all, it’s usually Charles who bottoms, it’s Charles who is used to the stretch and can take Max’s cock without struggle.

They stand still, breathing through together, adjusting; Max to the cock inside him, Charles to the tightness around him.

After a couple of seconds, Charles starts moving, rolling his hips experimentally, making sure Max is alright. His beautiful Max is pliant under him, taking whatever Charles gives him and then some. It makes him feel possessive, the knowledge that only he can make Max like this, that his is the only cock Max will ever take.

It takes everything in him not to cum on the spot, not to fuck into Max like a wild animal. It wouldn’t be the first time he has, but his back has killed him afterwards, and he has no intentions of making his old man issues worse.

He takes his time, setting a leisurely pace, fucking into Max in long, slow strokes. He knows Max can take it, he’s proved it every time he bent over for Charles. He likes that Max can handle it, that he can take Charles even when he’s not used to it.

It doesn’t last long, because his balls are already tight and ready to burst, and Max is clenching down on him, moaning like the whore Charles loves.

He picks up the pace, chasing the pleasure he knows is building up, trying to get Max there before him. It works, and a few thrusts later, Max is tightening around him and coming, crying out and spilling onto the couch.

It doesn't take much longer for Charles to finish, burying his cock deep inside his boyfriend as he comes, filling him up with his cum. Part of him wishes he could cum again, fuck another load into Max, but he doubts he could go again. Still, as he pulls out, Charles stares as his cum leaks out, first a small dribble, as Max clenches and tries to keep it in, but then, as Max starts to relax, more of it comes out.

It makes him want to push it back in, keep him full, plug him up. He's about to do just that, but his dick twitches pitifully and reminds him he's too old for that.

Instead, he leans down, pressing a kiss to the small of Max's back. "Stay here, I'll get you a towel."

"Aren't you going to plug me?" Max's voice is barely a whisper, and it takes him a moment to realise what his boyfriend is asking.

He's right, this isn't the first time they've done this, and in the past, when they were younger, Charles has kept him plugged, made him go about his day with Charles' cum deep inside him, his belly slightly bulging. Max loves keeping him plugged, if he could he’d keep Charles full of his cum every day, but Charles is different. Yes, he loves it when Max is plugged with his semen, but not always. It’s the thought of Max leaking, of his cum slowly trickling down his leg, that turns him on.

"No," Charles smiles, "I want to watch you leak, baby."

Max blushes, and Charles wonders if his dick will be up to the challenge of fucking him one more time. He's too tired for that, and his dick seems to agree, even if he doesn't.

He sighs, and gets up, grabbing a clean towel and a washcloth from the bathroom.

Max hasn't moved, lying on his front, his eyes closed. Charles wipes him gently, cleaning his hole and his thighs before he rolls him onto his back.

"What are you doing?"

"Shush," Charles presses the warm, wet cloth to his skin, gently rubbing the cum off his abs, "I'm taking care of you, baby."

He cleans him, and Max watches him with sleepy eyes. Once he's done, Charles helps him to his feet, and together they walk to the bedroom.

"Thank you," Max says as he slips under the covers.

Charles slides in next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You're welcome. You were amazing, thank you."

Max turns his head and presses a kiss to his lips, a smile playing on his lips. “I’m always amazing,” he whispers against Charles’ cheek. “I can feel your cum running down my thigh…”

Charles smirks and murmurs to himself, “Nice.”

[holyshtimgay]

OK so Im gonna request something because this idea has been stuck in my mind for WEEKS. So basicly can you pls do a good luck babe inspired fanfic with jinx? So my idea is that reader is from zaun and dating a piltie guy because her mom makes her do it in order to get money (theyre from zaun) but this guy treats her horribly. And at the same time, she has this romantic thing going on with jinx who has been her friend for years but she doesnt give in to her feelings because of this piltie guy, so jinx is like to song? This is oddly specific I KNOW but I have a lot of free time to think alr, change anything if you want and sorry if thus is too longgg

It fine, and I love the idea!

Good luck babe!

Jinx x Fem Reader

Summary: Reader loves Jinx but she has to date a rich piltie guy who's abusive.

Warnings: forced relationship, gold digger, swearing, angst, violence, abuse.

"Get me another beer bitch!" He yells, well that's what you think he said at least. He's drunk and slurring his words, you wished you had never agreed to this relationship. But it was your only choice, your mom wanted you to, and you didn't want to deal with her mad. He wasn't the one that had your heart, it was jinx.

Jinx was the one who held your heart, but you had to pretend that she did. And you held Jinx's heart. She loves you, but everytime she asked to run away with you, or to be anything more it was always no. Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your cheek, and your face was now turned the other way. He slapped you, that asshole slapped you. But you couldn't do anything about it "I told you to get me another beer you bitch!" He screamed at you, his voice echoing across the room.

"Oh! I'm so sorry my love." Every bit of those words were lies, the truth was you had meant them to someone else.

You had went over to your mom's house, to beg her to let you be with someone else. She told you no, again. "For the last time! No! You will marry him, and have his kids! We need the money!" "But mom" you sobbed "today he hit me!" You cried hoping she realizes how bad the situation is. "So? You probably deserved it, you useless girl." You finally realized, there was no hope, no matter what you did he would come after you. Over and over again, till he got everything he wanted from you. And what he wanted was you, and you couldn't do a thing. So you left to Jinx's place.

"Jinx!" You cried. "Yeah? What happened toots?" She asked as soon as she saw you crying. The next thing you know is that you two were cuddling and you were crying in her arms. "She's forcing me to marry him! And today he hit me!" "I can take care of him toots." You immediately panic. "No! Please don't! When she finds out she'll blame it all on me." Jinx tights her hold on you. "How about we run away?" She asked, hoping for once you'll agree to the idea. "Jinx are you crazy?" You didn't, and you never did. "Crazy about you, sure, but you're in hell here and I wanna be with you, but he's holding you back. Just run away with me toots. I'll take care of you."

"Jinx! Do you have any idea what they would do to find me, and they would rope you into it too. I care about you too much to do that to you." You immediately snap back, not wanting something to ever happen to her. "Did you even love me?" Jinx asked, feeling conflicted about yours and hers relationship.

"What kind of question is that?" "So you don't love me, know what how about we stop seeing each other, ever." Jinx says, as she looks at you in the eyes. Feeling hurt she kicks you out and sends you home, although she knew the abuse you went through there.

You're getting married to the one person you hate the most, today is supposed to be a happy day. But all you can think about is her, you miss everything about her, but it's too late now. She left you, she was gone. And you had sent her away. And you regretted it more than anything, but it's way too late. It's the day of your wedding, and the day of her birthday.

You sat here, in the bathroom. Crying hoping that what you were thinking wasn't true, but it was. He had gotten you pregnant, The man you hated more than anything had gotten you pregnant. And so you waited and waited for weeks, hoping that you get pissed off and hit you, in the right place too. And one day he did. That day you went crying to your mother's house, "Mom!" you shouted, crying. "What honey?"She said in such a sweet voice, that most would never believed that she had forced you to marry a man that you hated most. "He hit me! Right in the stomach! And I was pregnant!" you somehow shout, while sobbing. To cut that short, you ended up divorcing him, with for once your mother behind your side. But it never changed a thing, you still lost one you loved most. And you knew you could never have her again, because she was gone, and if only you had taken up on her offers to run away. But you never did, and now you pay that consequence, and you shall for the rest of your life.

[missshinazugawa]

The Despair of Humanity - Mouthwashing

In the long river of life, despair is like a dark abyss that swallows up light and hope. A suffocation of the soul, an inescapable shackle that makes people feel powerless. What exactly is despair?

Is it watching someone that is close to you get into an accident and being incapable to do anything? Or is it being diagnosed with a terminal illness and facing inevitable death and incurable pain, feeling hopeless about life? Or is it the spaceship that is drifting in the outer space without one knowing, and you can only wait for the rescue that may never come?

As far as we know from this scene after Curly taken Jimmy's psychological evaluation, it is implied that Jimmy's life on Earth seems quite difficult, and he was surprised that Curly, who brought him into this industry, could master the position as the captain of Pony Express spaceship. Jimmy have always heard Curly being praised as a good leader, but such achievements could not really satisfy Curly.

Jimmy longed for more and wanted to pursue higher goals. Curly thought that staying in the position of captain was just a confinement for him. This made Jimmy confused, because for him, Curly had reached the top of his life, why would he still have such an idea.

The only explanation is that Curly is standing at the top of the ladder and began to reflect on his choices, while Jimmy is still on the difficult road to climb and cannot understand the other's suffering.

However, the bigger the achievement, the bigger the responsibility.

Two months after the crash, Jimmy heard Curry's painful groans that pierced his mind like a needle, making him upset. He felt that everyone looked at him strangely, and he was also annoyed that Curly made him take on the responsibility of being the captain.

Isn't this the position that he wants? Why is he being upset such thing? I thought you wanted to achieve a higher achievement and apparently reach the top of your life and be a better man than Curly?

Take responsibility.

What exactly is responsibility?

The idea of ​​"taking responsibility" came to Jimmy's mind. He seemed to feel the pressure that landed on Curly. (As he should, he deserves stress, padan muka.) As the captain, he had to take all the responsibilities.

Jimmy had already fallen into despair. He felt pessimistic about the future of this journey and even began to think about the possibility of remaining in the memory of others in a tragic way.

What a dumb idea.

Jimmy is obviously jealous of Curly's success and thinks he wants to abandon everyone and have his own bright future. Ironically, Jimmy cannot handle the responsibility and after realizing the burden of being a captain, he puts all the problems on others.

The most devastating part is when Jimmy was faced with a life-threatening mission, he himself did not have the courage to complete it himself, and instead pushed the young man Daisuke to his death. Convincing Daisuke to crawl up the vent instead of himself, using the excuse of Daisuke could make Swansea proud.

And of course, Daisuke did not make it.

Jimmy also pushed Curly to take the blame of crashing the ship and got into a tragic injuries, skinning Curly alive and taking away his limbs.

Jimmy lacked the courage to take responsibility. The crown of "responsibility" was never truly worn by him because of his cowardice. Because of his incapability to face the blow of losing his job and also wants to escape the responsibility of being a father after he assaulted Anya and found out she is pregnant, plus the jealousy he had on Curly's success, it leads to his decision to give his life by crashing the ship, only focusing on himself rather than the others future. Maybe he thought they all going to lose the job anyway, why not take them down with him too?

But does he know there are so many ways to get through all of these life challenges instead of just crashing the ship? No.

Instead, he as a GROWN MAN, sitting outside the cockpit, curled up in fear.

What a FUCKING COWARD.

In Jimmy's delusion, a method to fix all this, is by freeing everyone with death. In my mind, Jimmy still does not realize or even regretting his actions, rather blaming all of it as an “accident.”

The most insane part that I think about is that:

The so-called "fixing everything" is actually Jimmy returning the responsibility to "Captain" Curly. At the beginning, Jimmy cut off part of Curly's leg, symbolizing that he had took the responsibility. However, when he made Curly eat his own flesh, I feel like it implied that Jimmy had returned the responsibility back to him. Jimmy's act of saving the captain was just an illusion to avoid possible future responsibilities. From beginning 'till the end, Jimmy was avoiding all responsibilities. On the surface, he wanted to be a hero and save Curly, but the truth is, he could not bear all the responsibilities and crimes for this “accident” if he were to successfully rescued in 20 years. So he let Captain Curly, who tried to save everything, bear everything in the future.

By putting Curly in the cryo pod, maybe someday in the future when Curly get rescued, Jimmy who unalived himself would not face any charges of losing billions of dollars of the mouthwash stock, the accusations of killing all crewmates or intently crashing the ship into a meteor.

The core of this tragedy is Jimmy pushed all the problems to others under the illusion of salvation instead of really taking responsibility.

Curly said something:

“Those who escaped did not benefit, so he always tried not to escape from life but to face it.”

Which obviously, Jimmy did not get any benefit in the ending, he escapes future responsibility with death.

I would like to think that Curly himself also somehow escaped his responsibility and ignore/dismisses at the fact that Jimmy did so many horrible things. The accident decide to take his right eye since he cannot seem to see what is right. Now he cannot close his remaining eye but forced to see everything that happens infront of him. Seeing everyone died must be heartbreaking and traumatic, but maybe it is a form of punishment that he chose the wrong friend to trust with, blinded by the fact Jimmy is his bestfriend and neglected his other friend Anya. His wrong choice lead to this tragedy.

This game really shows the fragility of human nature and the sinisterness of society. When faced with difficulties, do people gain the courage and willingness to take responsibility? It shows the importance of mentality and choices when facing adversity. Even when facing the same difficulties, different outlooks on life will lead to different outcomes.

The idea of responsibility is definitely inescapable, everyone was born with it, all of us have different responsibilities. We cannot escape it, the only thing we could do it to try our best to complete it, after that we would manage to finish the task and be freed.

I wanna talk more, but now it is 3am for me, I'm having a headache too so see yall next post lol.

FUCK JINKI POO, JUSTICE FOR WHOLE CREW.

YOU GO SWANSEA

im not even gonna tag that rapist, killer

[francy-sketches]

'why does show joffrey look like that he's supposed to be handsome' no sorry there's so many ugly/not conventionally attractive characteracters being prettywashed I think the rare cases of deyassification are based as hell. I like his weird little face ❤