#i still sob at the fact that they didnt end up together

[agi-ppangx]

love song (bang chan x gn!reader)

angst with a fluffy ending, both chan and reader are producers/songwriters, chan is kinda an asshole for a while but he quickly apologises, not proofread; 1,3k words

author's note: a little fic requested by a lovely anon !! i kinda wrote it in one go and didnt have time to properly correct the mistakes so i apologise for typos and any other stuff >< please remember that feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated🫶🏽

“time for a break,” you announced with a smile as you entered your little homemade studio holding two bags. “i got us some food and coffee.”

chan looked up at you from his laptop and mirrored your smile, taking both bags from you with a soft thank you. you sat down on the couch with a loud huff and chan handed you your food. 

“you wanna listen to the song? i made a few touch ups to that part we were struggling with,” he asked, sipping on his americano and you nodded, mouth full of the pasta. 

as soon as chan played the song you closed your eyes, letting yourself be completely engulfed by the music. 

it was a rather upbeat melody, but when you were writing the lyrics a while ago you tried to make it really emotional and, what’s most important, true. some might think it’s cliché to constantly write songs about your lover, but it comes naturally to you. the emotions you pour into the lyrics, the memories and wishes, everything is about you and chan. and even as you sell your songs to various artists, you always know exactly who it’s about when they sing it. 

you snapped your eyes open around the middle of the song as one fragment of a few seconds did not sound as it should. 

“wait, let me listen to it again” you said with a frown and he wordlessly rewinded the song for a few seconds. “why does it sound so weird?” you mumbled to yourself as that one part was just not right. you took a sip of coffee from your cup, trying to understand what changed about the song. you two were talking about that part a few days before and…

“channie, did you change the melody?” you asked in disbelief. he turned around to look at you, but your irritated expression didn’t make any impression on him. 

“yeah, it sounds better now, right?” you huffed loudly, getting up from your place on the couch to walk your anger away. 

“i told you i want this part to sound specifically as it did before! why would you change it? we talked about it,” you let out, your voice getting louder with each word spoken. 

“relax, baby, it’s not a big deal,” he explained calmly, trying to reach for your hand, but you were quicker, taking it away and putting it in the pocket of his hoodie that you were wearing. 

“no, it’s the fact that it’s the first time we finally work together and you already don’t listen to my advice.” 

it was chan’s turn to huff, he was visibly getting annoyed by your words. “this wouldn’t be a problem if you wouldn’t make one of it.” 

“this wouldn’t be a problem if you wouldn’t ignore my opinion.”

“alright, yn, let’s just stop this. i’m getting tired of this conversation,” he said, turning around and putting his headphones on, pretending to work on some other track just so you wouldn’t bother him anymore.

you stood in the room for a while longer, staring at chan in pure shock. he may have pretended to be busy, but as you finally decided to leave the studio he noticed how you wiped your face and he sure heard the loud thud the door made as you slammed them. you went straight to your bedroom, wrapping yourself in the blanket and trying to stifle your sobs. 

hours passed as you finally sat up, grabbing your notebook to write some ideas for new songs. your eyes were still puffy as you scribbled down random words and rhymes, desperately trying to take off your mind from the argument, but no matter how hard you tried the situation came back to you like a boomerang. you weren’t sure if chan did it purposely or if he simply forgot about your conversation - you knew he was busy, so it might’ve slipped out of his mind. but it didn’t change the fact that it hurt you. 

both of you dreamed of working together for a long time - someone might think that you two could easily just write some songs for each other in your home studio. isn’t that enough? people say, but you always say that it’s different to play around on a saturday evening with a glass of wine and to write and produce tracks for other artists. it is a big deal to you - the fact that the song you both worked on will be featured on another artist’s album, heard by thousands, if not millions of people, and they all will hear about your love for chan and only you will know who it’s about.

a soft knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. you put down the notebook, keeping a firm look on chan as he quietly closed the door behind him. he was already in his pyjamas, ready to sleep, and you fought the urge to send him to sleep on the couch.  

“you still mad?” he asked with hesitation dripping down his voice. you didn’t say anything, waiting for him to say something other than the obvious. “listen, i feel really bad.”

“as you should.”

he sighed, scratching the back of his head. “i know. but i don’t wanna go to sleep without talking.” he said desperately, taking a few steps onward and carefully sitting on the other side of the bed. 

you exhaled loudly. you also didn’t want to leave it like this. “it really hurt me, y’know?” you started, feeling as the tears started to well up in your eyes. “we literally talked about the song a few days ago and i told you how i want that particular fragment to sound like and you agreed. then why-” your voice broke a little as a few tears ran down your cheeks. chan was quick to wipe them off and this time you didn’t stray from his touch. “-why would you change it now? i just don’t understand.”

chan took a moment to think before he spoke again. “i have nothing to say in my defence,” he started quietly. “i was just bored yesterday when i couldn’t sleep and decided to change a few things about the song and i just forgot to leave that part be. i’m so sorry, baby, i know i shouldn’t have behaved like that earlier, i don’t know what had gotten into myself,” he confessed, his cheeks now cherry red as shame filled his body. he didn’t look at you, he couldn’t, because he knew he fucked up.

“let that be your first warning,” you said firmly after what felt like eternity to chan. “i’m not that experienced as you when it comes to producing songs, but i would really appreciate you actually listening to my ideas. just talk to me whenever you want to make changes like that, okay?” chan nodded quickly. 

“i will. i’m really sorry, my baby.”

“i know you are.”

“are we okay now?” he asked hesitantly. 

“yeah, we are.” you smiled softly as chan’s body visibly relaxed at your words. “but i’m still hurt though.” 

“will a kiss make it better?” he proposed, a bit bolder now as the atmosphere around you wasn’t so tense anymore. you didn’t respond, leaning over to place a peck on his lips with a smile. 

“maybe a little bit,” you giggled. chan captured your face in his hands, looking you deeply in the eyes. 

“by the way i changed that part,” he confessed. “it sounds exactly how you wanted it to.”

you grinned, whispering a soft thank you, and chan finally kissed you, making the world around you disappear. you didn’t know how long it was before you finally broke the kiss, panting heavily.

that night you held him in your arms, letting him rest his head on your chest so he could hear your heartbeat and to his surprise it was his favourite love song that you ever created.

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[soggyriceee]

OH MY GOD I GOT AN IDEA!!!!

A CONTINUATION TO THE RED HANDED BUT THIS TIME LIKE THE YANDERE THING ALSO GETS TO THE READER AND SHE KILLS SOMEONE FOR KÖNIG??? LIKE SHE KNOWS KÖNIG LOVES HER THE MOST BUT SHE STILL GOT JEALOUS WHEN KÖNIG MET A NICE GIRL NEIGHBOR IN THE NEW TOWN????

Gosh that would be so good what you think?

red handed pt 2 | Yandere!Konig

summary: what the request says above :P

warnings: murder, mentions of blood, Yandere!konig and f!reader, unprotected p in v, oral, fingering(f receiving)

about 6 months had passed since Konig's killing. you both moved out of state, yet to hear of anything regarding a dead body. it was still nerve wracking of course, but you and Konig were so fucking obsessed with each other you hadn't had time to realize it. Konig was still as crazy as he was before. he hadn't gone as far as to kill someone just yet, but you'd happily watch him beat the shit out of the drunk guys who tried to take you home. sometimes, you'd end up flirting with a guy on purpose just to watch Konig fuck him up.

"why do you d-do this to me mommy" he would whine into your neck as he fucked into you faster, pressing you further against the wall of the club you were both in. the guy he just beat up twitching beneath you both, watching him fuck into you. he'd always done that. drag the guy out into the alley way right beside the club, fuck him up and then make him watch you get absolutely fucked by him.

when you both moved you had a serious conversation with Konig about freedom. and he agreed, wanting you to ultimately be happy. but under the condition he'd be everywhere you are, no matter what. you needed to use the bathroom in public? he'd make sure it was a one person bathroom. you wanted to try a dress on? he was in there with you. he would be glued to your hip, never letting you go so far as a foot in front of him.

so if confused and hurt you when you saw him from the living room, talking to another girl outside your home. in her hand was a big basket of cookies. you couldn't hear the conversation all that much, but you knew it must have been something amusing considering the large smile on her face. and for the first time ever, in the years you both have been together, you felt genuine anger ; jealousy even. and that feeling only grew when she handed him two cookies in a stupid little ziplock bag.

when he walked into the house, your eyes remained glued to the girl as she made her way back down the street. " mommy some girl gave me cookies. would you like to try one?" he asked, hopping over to sit next to you on the couch. but you simply got up, tears of anger burning your eyes. you walked quickly into your shared room, slamming the door and locking it. Konig was not too far behind, asking you what was wrong, what did he do?

you didnt like feeling this way. it was an emotion you've never had to experience before in your life. you weren't ignorant to the fact your boyfriend was attractive. I mean, what woman doesn't love a 6'10 man, who looks like he can kill someone with one punch? it scared you a bit, the weight on your chest growing as you tried to figure out how you felt. why jealousy and anger felt so bad, mentally and physically.

"mommy p-please talk to me." you heard Konig cry from outside. but you couldnt bring yourself to talk to him right now. why did he take the cookie? why was he even talking to her? was she pretty to him? so many thoughts were running through your head, it made your chest feel even more heavy, but your head light. you laid onto the bed, letting the sobs come out into the pillow. and Konig was quick to hear them.

"why are you crying? what happened? did I do something, was it me?" he asked, banging on the door. and for some reason that angered you more. how could he not know what he did wrong? was it only okay for him to talk to girls, while you couldnt even look at a guy before hes put to the ground in a bloody puddle?

you were so in your head, you hadn't realized how heavy Konig's attack on the door had become. you jumped up when the door snapped in half in an uneven horizontal line. I mean, what wooden door had even the slightest chance against Konig? you wipd you eyes as you watched him kick open the door more, allowing himself in. " k-konig our fucking security deposit is-" "I dont care about that. your locking yourself in a room crying, thinking I won't fucking break in?" he cut you off, striding over to you. his own eyes were red, wet with tears. "why are you shutting me out.. what is going on?" he asked as he sat next to you.

you sniffled and wiped your eyes, looking into his chest. " the girl.. why do you have to talk to her?" you mumbled, feeling the anger crawl right back up into you, thinking about her smiling up at him. with those big brown eyes. she had her makeup done and everything, something Konig had asked for you to do only on special occasions. " oh mommy.." he whispered, scooting closer to you. he pulled you into his lap, your thighs on either side of his. he smiled up at you, wiping the last few tears that dropped from your eyes. " she was asking me around the neighborhood. thats all I swear." "then why was she smiling so hard." you counter attacked, looking into his eyes now. " because I told her the streets can be a bit confusing. which they are, aren't they? we get lost all the time coming back from our dates." he replied calmly, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to each knuckle.

you watched as he continued to press kisses onto your hand, flipping it over and placing one on your palm. you sighed and smiled at him, the anger you felt completely gone. "Ill throw the cookies away. they dont even look that good anyways mommy." he finally said after a few moments of silence. you smiled down at him and nodded, giving him a quiet 'thank you'.

~~

the week got no better though. in fact, it got even worse.

" hi Konig~" you'd hear her say from the front door. you were in the kitchen, making you and Konig dinner. but when he answered the door, your eyes immediately shot up. and your grip on the knife grew stronger when you heard her stupid voice.

" I just wanted to invite you to my party. my 21st.." she said. from the kitchen you were able to see her hand him an envelope. "oh th-thank you but uhm.. I dont really do parties." he said, looking at the envelope in her hand. but she was persistent. she took his wrist, placing the card in his hands. she kept her hand on his wrist for a while, too long for comfort. " well it will be fun. and plus.." she was now in the doorway, pressed against his chest. of course, Konig had backed away slowly, but that didnt stop her from entering in more.

it was amazing how the knife in your hand wasn't already lodged into her throat. " you never know what type of fun you could have." she said, letting his wrist go. Konig's eyes moved up to your quickly, watching how you stared her down. and she didn't follow his gaze too long after. " oh, hi! are you his.. sister?" she asked, giving you a small wave. but you didnt say a word. you were too focused on not cutting her throat open. she looked awkwardly away, mumbling an 'okay' before turning back to Konig. " well I hope to see you there." she said, grazing his hand as she walked out the house.

you watched the door absentmindedly, the skin on your knuckles feeling like it could rip open. " mommy im not go-" you turned away from him talking, clenching your jaw to try and stop the tears from falling out. he quickly made his way over to you, the card being tossed right into the trash. he turned you around, grabbing your face to look up at him. " im not going. im sorry she said that to you I should've said something. please dont shut me out again." he said, his eyes darting across your face.

but your chest felt heavy all over, the hot tears stinging your eyes. you pulled out of his grasp, walking away from him. he followed after you, telling you to stop and listen to him. but you couldnt shake the sight of her being so close to him, calling you his sister. it formed a whole new feeling of rage, worse that last time.

just as you got to the bathroom he gripped your arm, pulling you into his chest. " I dont wanna talk to you get away from me." you said, shoving him back. well, trying to. but he stayed put, looking down at you try and push him away. "just stop for a minuet." he finally said, pushing you against the sink counter. you yelped in pain, your back instantly hurting from the force. he barricaded you between him, his arms on either side of you. " why are you acting like this to me mommy? I-i told you I dont like her.. I won't go to the party." he said, his tone softer than it was a few seconds ago.

but you couldnt give him a response. cause you didnt even know why yourself. it confused you, made you feel like you were crazy. or maybe you were crazy, just as crazy as Konig. he lifted your chin, looking down at you with teary eyes. " cant you see this is hurting me? when you shut me out like this?" he said softly. "please mommy just.." his eyes again went to darting around your face before her backed up, grabbing your hand. he led you to the room, shoving you onto the bed. he laid beside you, pulling you into his chest. "im never ever going to leave you. ever. I promise. so please, stop shutting me out when this happens.. please mommy." he said softly, wrapping you in his arms stronger.

you felt bad, crying over some girl you knew he'd never leave you for. he killed a man for you for crying out loud. what says I love you more than that? you nodded your head, giving him a meek 'okay'. but that didnt stop the urge to want to hurt her. hurt her for touching him, coming in your house. but you kept that to yourself.

~~ Konig had fallen asleep with you in his arms, snoring softly in your ear. and as much as you wanted to stay here with him, you couldnt shake the image of her in your house. it had been hours since it happened, you laying in his chest. and he had thought you'd fallen asleep. but you've been waiting for him to fall asleep instead, mentally preparing for what you were about to do. you knew it was wrong. and you scared yourself just thinking about it. but there was something in the back of your head that told you this was the right thing to do.

prying his arms off of you, you scooted off the bed. the clock read 11:42 PM in bright red letters. people were asleep by this time, right? you made your way to the kitchen, reaching into the trash where Konig threw the invitation. you took the mental note of the mini herts around her name, Jasmine. opening it, you scanned the card for her address.

" got it." you mumbled to yourself. throwing the card back into the trash, you made your way deeper into your kitchen. at first you just wanted to give more of a warning to just ease off of him. but in case that didnt work, you had a second plan. you weren't even worried about breaking into this woman's house, murdering her in her bed. and that is what kinda scared you the most. the lack of care or worry you had. you simply just wanted to get any potential threat to your relationship gone. plus, Konig did this for you. maybe he'd find it just as hot as you did.

you scanned the kitchen, searching for anything that would do enough damage, but was small enough to hide. you also began to think about how you'd go about this. you couldnt hide her body in her own home, that would be you asking to get caught. cant hide her in your own house. you then remembered the lake that was about a 15 minuet drive from your house. you smiled to yourself as you decided thats where you'd hide her body.

in that same moment, you found a pair of metal scissors, large round circles at the top to act as handles. perfect. sharp and long enough to stab her deep. shoving them into your pockets, you made your way to the front door, putting on your shoes. you needed to be quick, you knew. but the bigger issue was getting the car over to her house without waking up Konig.

you grabbed his keys from the mail desk and quietly made you way out the door, sure to keep Konig from waking up. when you were outside you quickly made it into his car and drove off, heading right for this Jasmine girls house.

~~ the windows were surprisingly open, a bit of an idiot move on her end. but you were assuming it was because of the heat outside. you made your way to the side of the house, finding a window open enough for you to slide in. you peeked inside, looking around to see if she was around. when you determined she wasn't, you squeezed your way through the window, landing flat on her rug.

almost like it was scripted, she walked out into the living room, jumping and screaming when she saw you. but you shook your hands, trying your best to shush her. " oh my GOD what are you doing in here?" she yelled, picking up a tiny vase that was on her table. "its your neighbor. I just needed-" she cut you off with a "yea I know who you are.", looking up and down at you. you bit the inside of your cheek. " if you needed something the door was right there for you to knock on you creep." she said, gripping the vase move.

the word 'creep' made you almost giggle. how were you a creep? you were simply protecting what was yours. " I just came to tell you to back off of Konig. he doesn't like you, and we've been together for a few years now. woman to woman, you need to respect that." you said, eyeing her down with the most serious gaze you can make. " oh please, im visibly younger than you, hotter too. Konig would be blessed to have me in his bed at night than you." she smirked, pushing her hair behind her ear.

she was right, about her being younger. but more attractive was what stuck with you. Konig always called you beautiful, sexy, pretty. every adjective to describe a good looking person. so it wasn't that you took offense to what she said. it was more so her stupidity and ignorance that got to you. " konig wouldn't spend 10 minuets with you alone Jasmine. so im asking you kindly to back off." you said, trying your hardest to keep your composure. cause its not like you want to kill her, but if your message went unreceived then..

"listen here lady, I dont have time to deal with your insecurities. if I want him ill 100% get him. now get out my house before I call the police." she said, her tone changing into a more angry one. for a moment you almost charged at her, but you had a different idea in mind.

"fine." you said, walking towards her front door. she eyes you down the whole time, watching to see if you made any sudden movements. and when you got to be right in front of her, you stopped. " im giving you one last chance.. keep away from him." she smirked, tilting her head to the side. " or.. what?" she asked.

your hands practically moved themselves now, smashing the vase in her hands to the ground, pushing her onto the floor. you placed one hand over her mouth, trying hard to not have her screams wake the whole neighborhood, the other digging in your pocket for the scissors. you sat your body on her legs to stop her kicking, her arms reaching up trying to push you off.

"just stay fucking still" you mumbled, your hand coming from your pocket to land a punch onto her face. she stopped, holding her now bruised cheek. " your f-fucking crazy" she cried, looking up at you. you ignored her comment, grabbing the scissors from your pocket. her face went pale, watching you smile at the shiny, silver weapon in your hand.

" I wouldn't say im crazy.. just possessive over whats mine." you said, trailing the scissors down her body, starting at her chin. her lip trembled, tears threatening to fall. " o-okay ill back off." she shuddered, her body tensed up. a small smile spread to your lips, your eyes meeting her scared ones. " oh but I gave you that chance a while ago.. " you said, eying her body trying to determine where to lodge the scissors into first. "I-i know but im serious I will just please.. please" she cried, her arms trying to cover her body.

you looked at her and for a moment, you felt sympathy. but the memory of her walking into your home, touching Konig, calling you his sister. it all made the anger come right back into you and you couldnt stop the scissors from lodging into her throat. blood shot out immediately, your hand grasping firmly around the scissors. her mouth fell open, a silent scream escaping her. and you just watched her, watched as the dark red blood poured out from her neck, her mouth too. it was satisfying to see a potential threat to your relationship gone.

you pulled the scissors out again, her blood flooding out faster now, squirting onto your face and neck. her hand reached over to cover it as best she could, her gaze still on yours. you watched as she struggled, choking on her own blood. so much so, you hadn't heard Konig's voice outside her window.

your body jerked up from the slowly dying body below you, looking out the same window you came from. outside, Konig stood, his eyes wide. and a part of you didnt feel scared. or worried. you felt proud sticking up for what was yours. you crawled off her body, placing the scissors down as you walked to the window. "mommy.. what did you do?" he asked, looking at you.

"I uhm.. I" you didnt have much to say, despite the lack of care you felt for the girl. but he didnt look angry, or scared. he just looked shocked. " can you let me inside?" he asked, nodding to the front door. as you walked past Jasmine, you realize she had completely stopped moving now, her hand laid flat on her side. blood still gushed out the side of her neck, the living room filling with the smell of blood.

opening the door, you looked into Konig's eyes. " I-im sorry.. I got jealous and- no. im not sorry" you were just talking at this point, rambling on about how you felt like what you did was right, and she deserved it. and Konig simply listened, leaning against the door frame, looking down at you with the softest smile you've seen from him yet. " a..are you not mad?" you whispered, looking to his chest.

and for a moment it was quiet. until his hands griped your waist, lifting you into his arms. before you could say much else, his lips pressed onto yours, his teeth clashing against your own. his tongue slid right into your mouth, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips. Your arms flung around his neck, scissors still in hand.

kicking the door closed, he made his way to the living room, placing you on the couch. " did that for me mommy?" he mumbled, moving from your lips to your jaw. you nodded quickly, watching him move down your body. " so cute mommy.. just like me huh?" he keened, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants. his fingers wrapped right around your underwear, pulling them from your sticky, wet cunt. he flicked it back, sighing at the sound of your slick combining with your wet panties. " so wet mommy.. my goodness." he whispered.

he slid his hand from your pants, pulling them down right after. he moaned at the sight of your soaked panties, his fingers tracing over the spot. bucking your hips up, you let out a whimper, needing more than just his light touch. and he knew it, thats the whole reason he was doing this. " mommy you just killed someone.. think you deserve a reward now?" he cooed, looking up at you from between your legs. you nodded your head, the scissors in your hands dropping. "please.. please" you whimpered, pleading with him. he chuckled, licking his lips.

" want your baby boy to fuck you next to her huh? wanna get fucked next to the girl you just killed for me?" he asked, spreading your legs in butterfly position. he blew gently on your wet panties, earning a soft hum from above. " y-yes please.. " you ask breathlessly, looking down at him. he giggled and pressed a soft kiss on your inner thigh, licking a long stripe up to your clothed cunt. bucking your hips up to meet his lips. he shook his head, pressing another kiss to your thigh. " patience mommy.." he muttered, looking up at you.

you cursed under your breath, closing your eyes. you waited for him to touch you, do anything. and finally his fingers slipped under your panties to your throbbing cunt, the sound of your slick filling the once silent room. he gasped, loving how soaked his fingers already were. " so wet for me mommy.. you like killing for your baby boy huh?" he whispered, moving his middle and ring finger up and down your cunt, collecting every drop of slick that comes from you. " y-yes i.. want to prot-tect whats mine" you groaned, waiting for him to go for your clit.

a small whimper came from below you, his fingers slipping over your hole. you clenched around air, your leg shaking in impatience. " Konig please s-stop teasing just.. fuck me." you begged, pushing your hips down to look for his fingers. he smiled below you, sucking his fingers into his mouth. he hummed before sliding them into your cunt, both of you gasping at the feeling. " so slippery mommy.." he cooed, sliding his fingers all the way out before pushing them back in. your head pressed onto the couch, mouth formed in an 'O' shape. "

he curled his fingers up, finding your spongey G spot soon after. " is that the spot mommy? that the spot you need me at?" he whispered, watching how his fingers slide out your cunt, covered in your slick. "y-yes Konig k..keep going" you whined, your hips bucking up.

he was knuckle deep now, slowly finessing in a third finger that made your back arch up. you felt how your cunt expanded around his fingers, prepping you for his dick. your cunt made squelching noises, your slick bubbling out of you. it was embarrassing how wet you were, especially when you just took someones life. but maybe thats why you were so wet. because you were getting fucked for protecting what was yours. " wanna fuck you mommy.. need my dick in you." he whimpered, blowing onto your clit, his fingers picking up pace.

the knot in the pit of your stomach came quick, his fingers thrusting against your g spot, desperately trying to get you to cum. " come on mommy cum on me, I need it.. need it so bad." he begged, watching how his fingers slowly painted white. his begging added to that knot's desperation of letting go, and it only got stronger when you felt his tongue on your clit. you gasped, your hands finding his hair and gripping onto it desperately. " f-fuck Konig~ s'good" you cried, thighs pressing to the side of his head.

he growled at that, gripping the sides of your thighs and pushing them harder against his head. " come on mommy cum for me, please fucking cum for me" he begged, sucking your clit into his mouth. and that was all it took before your hips began to buck against his face, your face twitching in pleasure as his tongue lapped up your cum, his fingers still moving in and out your cunt. your hands gripped onto his shoulders firmly, your thighs still squeezing his head. " thats it mommy.. just like that" he whispered, slowly licking up your cunt, collecting the rest of whatever came from your cunt as it spasmed around his fingers.

he sat up, licking his lips as he looked over to the lifeless body. " come here mommy.. want you to show me just how much I am yours" he asked, sitting back on the couch. he watched you slowly sit up, your body still shaking from the orgasm that just took over your body. as he watched you, he pulled his dick out, watching it hit his lower abdomen.

Konig liked this new side of you. a lot. it made him feel like he wasn't alone in being crazy. he liked to feel like he was wanted as much as he wanted you. it made him fall for you all over again, if that was even possible.

crawling onto his lap, you looked down at him, hazy eyes and wet lips. your cheeks were flushed red, just the way he loved to see you. he smiled, cupping your cheek with his hand. pulling you down for a kiss, he took his other hand, grabbing the base of his dick. " come on mommy.. show me who's dick this is" he whispered against your lips, tugging your bottom lip gently.

pulling away from him, you looked down to his lap. you watched as his tip disappeared into your cunt, only to watch more disappear right in front of you. "f-fuck" you whimpered, feeling him stretch you out whole. " come on just.. a bit.. more" he groaned, pushing you fully down after the 'more'. you let out a silent gasp, looking into his eyes. his eyes were hooded, head slowly falling forward with his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. " s-so warm" he whined, hugging your waist.

you caught your breath, slowly beginning to bounce onto his dick. your hands found his shoulders, gripping them for supports while your chest pressed against his. " come on you can do better than that mommy" he whispered, his arms falling to allow his hands to grip your hips, moving him up and down faster. he leaned back against the couch, watching you from above. " come on mommy.. tell me im yours. f-fuck me like.. like im yours" he moaned, watching himself disappear into your cunt and reappear all over.

you leaned down to his ear, gripping the side of his neck. " y-your all mine Konig.. nobody c-can ride you like this huh? nobody can make you c..cum like I can" you moaned, picking up the pace and finding your own rhythm. your other hand remained on his shoulder, your head lodged into his neck. " no m-mommy... only - fuck - only you" he whined, his hips bucking up just slightly.

leaning back, you gripped his face, forcing him to look at you. your hips stopped as well, his full length inside your sloppy cunt. " d-did I say you can move your hips? take what I give you." you told him, gripping his face harder with the last few words. he whimpered a 'sorry mommy' looking in your eyes with his shiny, big ones. you smiled, resuming your rhythm and slow pace.

it was agonizing for him. having to feel every inch of his dick slowly get the attention he desperately needs. his eyes still looked up at you, pleading with your own to pick up the pace. but you were, in a way, teaching him a lesson. he'd always been rough with you in bed, despite the title he gives you. now it was your turn to act upon that title accordingly. and you wanted nothing less than a whimpering, blubbery mess below you.

" gonna teach you to not talk to another g-girl every again" you mumbled, slowly sliding up and off of him before slamming down on his length, clenching around him. his head fell back against the couch, his mouth ajar. " m-mommy please g..go faster. I need it I c-cant stand this pace" he whined, his arms letting go of you and instead, his hands gripping your waist. he was lucky you were letting him touch you, you wanted to make sure he didnt forget it was a privilege right now.

taking his hands from your waist, you pinned them on either side of his head. he opened his eyes, looking back at you with pleading ones. " no pl-please mommy let me touch you. I fucking need to touch you" he begged, shaking his head. but you only watched him, a smile across your lips as your hips rose and slammed back down onto his lap.

his skin was shiny, a win bulging out the side of his neck. try as he might, he couldnt stop his hips from bucking up. " c-cant take it mommy.. need more" he whined, his hips picking up the pace.

you knew you were weak compared to Konig, but you weren't expecting him to completely over power you. his hands broke free of your grasp, clutching onto your hips and slamming up into you. your head fell back, hands going to grip his shoulders. " thats it mommy take it.. oh fuck take it" he groaned, his head falling into your neck. his lips sucked hickies right onto the most noticeable parts of your skin, pulling and biting at the skin.

" s-so good Konig.. all mine~" you cooed, bouncing your hips to meet his pace. his tip hit the deepest part of your cunt, making you feel so full around his cock. " s'good mommy.. you feel so fucking good" he choked out, gripping onto your hips stronger. " wanted to fucking tease me didn't you? make me beg for your pussy.." he whispered, one of his hands slipping between your thighs to rub your clit. " knowing I can take t-this pussy however I want" he groaned, moving your hips faster.

he looked up into your eyes, blood from your neck coating his lips. " look so good beneath me.." you whispered, clenching around his dick. he whimpered, the image of blood and pleasure covering your face making his dick pulse inside you. his thumbs pressed into your hips, his breathing growing fast and strong. " mommy im so close.. fuck im g-gonna cum" he whined, his head falling back. his Adams apple bounced up and down, his lips parted.

your hand found the back of his head, yanking his head to look at you. " look at me when you cum" you told him, looking into his doe eyes. his mouth was still open, drool coming from his plump lips. " m'sorry m-mommy" he whimpered, looking into your eyes. your clenched around him, loving how submissive he was for you. " its okay baby.. come on cum inside me. fill me up" you cooed to him, giving him a small smile.

his whimpers picked up in consistency, his breathing growing rapid as well. " g-gonna - fuck , o-oh fuck " he cried, bucking his hips up into you. his arms clung to your waist, soft cries coming from him. " f..fuck" he breathed out, slightly loosening his grip on you. but of course you weren't done.

your hips continued to bounce up and down on him, his teeth sinking into your collar bone. " m-mommy wait i.. I cant- cant take it" he cried out, his grip returning on your waist. but you weren't listening to him. your hips instead picked up in pace, chasing after your own high. his cum ran down his dick, adding to his stimulation. " w-well take it" you muttered, hand still holding the back of his head. you pulled his hair so he was looking at you. his eyes were watery, shiny. drool slid down his chin, the blood from your body coating his lower face as well.

with each slam of your hips, Konig gave you a pathetic whimper, his eyes begging you to slow down and give him a break. but you couldnt do it. you felt too good to stop now. his hand that was once on your clit was replaced by your own, adding to the pleasure. " oh g-god" you moaned, head falling back. your boobs bounced in his face, adding to the orgasm that was forming all over for him. " mommy p-please" he cried, trying to hold you down. but you kept going, watching as the tears fell from his eyes.

and for some reason that only added to your stimulation. " awe baby dont.. dont cry" you cooed, letting go of the back of his head. his legs were shaking beneath you, his dick twitching inside you. and you felt close yourself, the way his dick hit your cervix so painfully well, grazing over your spongey g spot. it was perfect.

" mommy I-its too much.. please" he begged, feeling his dick yet again twitch inside you. your fingers rubbed faster onto your clit, watching his body spasm beneath you. " I-im gonna cum again mommy i.. I can't" he cried, another load of his cum shooting inside you. he clung onto you, crying into your chest. his whole body spasmed, still cumming inside you. " good boy s-such a - oh my god~" your body stiffened on top of him, head falling back and mouth ajar. your cum coated his sticky, wet dick, adding to the squelching noises coming from your pussy.

sweat and blood poured down your body, staining your clothes and his. small whimpers left his lips, his hips bucking up into you every now and then. " I l..love it when you use me like that mommy." he breathed out, pressing a kiss to your chest. your smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. " wanna help me dunk her in the lake?" you asked, slipping off him. he whimpered at the loss of touch, your cum and his completely glazed over him, dripping down to his balls. it was such a hot scene in front of you.

so much so, you couldnt help yourself from getting on your knees, taking his cock in your mouth. gasping, he tried to pull away, shaking his head quickly. " p-please I cant take it. I c-cant I cant" he cried, his nails digging into the couch. but you for some reason felt like you had to continue showing, or proving to yourself and him, that he was just yours. and will forever be yours. even if it means milking his cock till hes a sobbing mess.

his hips bucked backwards, trying to leave your warm your mouth. but your hollowed your cheeks, swllowing him back inside every time he slid out your mouth. " m-mommy please" he cried, trying to shove your head back. popping his dick out your mouth, you looked up to him, jerking him off to replace your lips. " tell me your mine. only mine" you said, looking up into his watery eyes, tears flowing down his face. " im yours. im all yours I s-swear, I swear" he cried, the sound of saliva and cum against his dick and your hand adding to the pleasure he felt.

smiling, you popped him back in your mouth, taking as much of you could of him down your throat. his head fell back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. it was sobs, sobs and pretty whimpers leaving his lips. his dick pulsed in your mouth, his third orgasm coming up quick. " m-mommy please I cant.. fuck it hurts" he cried, shaking his head, wiping his eyes. but he couldnt stop the cum from shooting into your mouth, his legs raising into the air slightly as he came, his body leaning forward. silent moans left his lips, his mouth still ajar.

humming, you swallowed around him again, earning another cry from him. pulling back, his cum and your saliva ran down your chin, a slutty scene to look at. " p..please mommy I cant anymore" he cried, his body leaning side to side, his eyes hazy and wet with tears. but you smiled up at him, kissing his knee. " I just had to make sure you knew you are mine. just as much as I am yours." you whispered, standing up.

you knew he'd have a hard time carrying the body right now, so you both stayed on the couch, cuddling with each other. " I love you mommy.. more than words can even describe." he said, laying in your chest. you smiled, running your hands over his face, wiping the tears that still brimmed his eyes. his dick was still pulsing, the shock of his orgasms still making their presence known. " I love you more Konig." you whispered, watching as his eyes opened and closed slowly.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for making a thread on twt against an ex online teammate?

cw: suicide baiting, mentions of grooming, possible sexting, transphobia, mentions of NSFW but no outright specifics

i (15 f) had this friend, who well call aj (fake name) (18-19 ftm i believe) back in october of last year. for context we met in a quick match when i was 14 and he was 17-18 in a video game where i also met another friend, moto (fake alias) (14 f at the time, now 15). after a few matches where we would be randomly matched together he sent me the invite to his discord server and i joined. eventually as more people joined the server (at most there were 20 or more people in the server before its deletion, most of which were minors and we were around her 'adult' friends who were anywhere from 18-30)

we would talk alot (and aj would insert herself into any conversation possible) but we would eventually have our disagreements which would end with aj threatening to kill himself, eventually this became the norm and we stopped giving a shit when he would threaten to kill himself because of how frequently he threatened it (kind of like a cry wolf situation)

around the time we stopped caring about his suicide baiting he switched tatics and tried to guilt trip us into apologizing to him for questioning her behavior (e.x. using the fact that he was neurodivergent, to elaborate someone would say "hey stop saying your going to kill yourself" and he would go "its something called a brain problem" or "i dont have pills to help me", basically blamed all of his actions on his alleged 'brain problem'). we still proceeded to not care because of how frequently he lied

on top of this, he had this streak of calling asian characters within the game feminine? a specific case (and the straw that broke the camels back for alot of my teammates) was when she called a well-loved chinese character from the game something along the lines of a femboy because they wore a traditional chinese outfit that was not "manly" (basically, didnt stop where a normal shirt stopped. im not sure what it was called and google didnt really help...) during the same time, aj identified as transgender (i believe he still does, but i no longer interact with him) and said trans women werent women because they dont get periods???

on top of this, he would also publicly do nsfw things with the adults of the server (none of the chats were role restricted. this wasnt a thing until i became a server admin and then shut it down not even 3 weeks later) and would also share nsfw/18+ topics in the server. even after the "nsfw" chat was there (we were still figuring out how to restrict it [i was coming back from a 2 year internet hiatus]) the other adults still did things along the lines of erp. aj encouraged this behavior and eventually in his new server and was talking about these things with minors (aj is about 19-20)

so after a few months of off-and-on gathering evidence (what you have just read + plus screenshots) from numerous people from his server i post the thread, and almost instantly it got posted to his server. i have a friend in that server who ended up voice chatting with him and moto (who is under a different alias in the server) and aj is literally sobbing, threatening to kill himself, and has his entire family in his room who are all looking at the thread as well. they all basically say that he doesnt look too good in the screenshots and "what were you thinking talking to these people" type of situation. aj ends up deleting the server a few days later, messages undercover-moto that he isnt making anymore servers.

im wondering if i went too far? aita?

What are these acronyms?

[the-s1lly-corner]

Prompts 7, 8 and 9 with Jason

Oh yeah I'll definitely make something to eat after this

Genuinely idk what to put in the notes of these posts anymore since I'm writing these for the queue so a lot of stuff that's like. About events and what imma do are likely gonna be irrelevant by the time the post gets out SOBS

Anyways unrequited love and drunken confession can be seen as connected, mutual pining can be seen as its own stand alone thing! Had a cool idea to link up prompts!!

UNREQUITED LOVE

I am a sucker for childhood friends turning into lovers... however imagine if Jason always had a crush on you but because of everything that happened you two never got together. As far as you know hes likely dead and he has no idea what you're doing in your life. Even if you never return to camp hes always going to be thinking about you. Theres this.. hollow feeling pit in his chest when he remembers you. Are you still out there? Did you ever find someone else? Are you thriving? It.. hurts.. and if he didnt feel the obligation to protect his and his mothers burial site he would feel inclined to try to seek you out.. but what then? How would he find you, and more importantly would you want him in your life?

MUTUAL PINING

Jason tries hard to be flattering to you. Whether it be trying to be the perfect gentleman to you by doing everything you need him to do when you ask, as well as protecting you and offering his entire self to you.. hes going to be trying his best! Sure sometimes he might he stubborn with his stances on things or he might be clueless but he does try to treat you as best as he can! Hes very bashful and shy when you show the same feelings, wanting to do the best for him in return.. he tries to insist that you dont need to do anything and hes fine with doing the heavy lifting.. though.. it does feel nice to be wanted for once.. it's a guilty pleasure, at least to him that's how he views it. In a world where everyone but his mother made him feel like he didnt deserve anything nice, its.. hard for him to just accept hat you're willing to give him all the love you can offer

DRUNKEN CONFESSION

You go out to camp crystal lake and get drunk. Really the fact you didn't get murdered by the man is shocking. Maybe it's because he recognized you as a childhood friend before everything got bad, and how you were wailing out about how you heard the rumors that he was still alive.. or something else. If you were anyone else he would put an end to your drunken sobs as you poured your feelings and grief out, more or less spilling your metaphorical guts out onto the dock as you nursed a bottle of booze. It doesn't feel right for him to come and comfort you.. but just know that your confession didnt go unheard, leaving a very conflicted and confused forest killer

[exmeowstic]

putting some very personal thoughts re: endwalker and just in general under the cut 🤭 there will be some Depression talk

im still kinda reeling from finishing endwalker (and honestly have trouble wording my specific thoughts on things in the best of times. truly a goal of mine is to sharpen and refine my. i guess Media Analysis skills because i really would like to talk about the things i enjoy without being overshadowed by the fear that i Didnt Get The Themes or interpret smth the Right Way)

but i honest to god cannot deny or overstate how much endwalker has affected me and my mental health as a whole. i think its hit very hard for me on a personal level because just earlier this year i was in like. one of maybe the worst depressive spirals of my life. like pushing people away going crazy convinced that i was nothing and nobody would miss me if i were gone...

and while i think the main crux of a lot of that is that i was frankly overmedicated and stopping my meds like. instantly got me out of the Danger Zone, i kind of feel like picking xiv back up and going thru shb and edw is what really solidified the shift in my mental health and it gave me something to hold onto more or less..

the way the game really stresses how important your connections to the people and world around you are, the way you help people and are helped in turn, it all very directly helped me come to terms with the fact that people legitimately do care for me and that my prescense is not just Tolerated but actively valued and wanted (admittedly its something i still struggle with. i get very afraid that no one likes me all that much, but i am now able to outright tell myself thats not true. which is not something i would have been able to do half a year ago)

its also really just. armed and prepared me for the idea that i might not always be in as good a place as i am right now, and that thats okay. while i do like to joke around that endwalker basically cured my depression, im not going to kid myself into thinking its something ill never struggle with again. and even then, i am still having a lot of trouble with my anxiety! but im able to find joy and meaning in my life despite that, and even if things do get worse, i feel like i will be much more easily able to tell myself things will get better.

and i will be so honest encountering meteion and trying to reach out to her, trying to help her see that there is so much more to existence than despair, to live and find meaning in spite of that hopelessness at times.... it felt a lot like reaching out to myself. i could see so much of my old self in the apathy, the pain, the desire to end it all...

while im so grateful to endwalker for in part helping me climb out of that mindset, what i really have to give the credit to is the people around me, the people in my life who supported me and cared about me. standing at the very end of things, helping meteion see that meaning and reason for living in spite of all the pain... when i told her We Made It Together, i cannot stress how much that meant to me and how much i was able to really believe it. i owe everything to my friends, my family, the acquaintances and strangers who have passed through my life and overwhelmingly showed me the way to where i am now.

i think in part i put off finishing endwalker for so long because i was also afraid of things ending. and while it is quite literally the close of a chapter, im filled with hope and excitement for the future. not just looking forward to whats coming in game with dawntrail, but for whats coming in real life too.

this got really long and sappy but tldr i beat endwalker and i now have a permanent litany against depression lodged in my brain

have an edit my friend drew as she heard me ugly sob on call abt all this. maybe one day ill talk more on my thoughts about specific characters and parts of the story and whatnot and not just my personal takeaway

[sleepyficss]

could you.....could yuo do painty x reader.... sorry im gay

painted bristles.

paintbrush x reader, romantic & angst/fluff

authors note:

i could've made this longer but i didnt wanna make it too excessive – i love them too much ;; + the art class & caring a lot about their bristles are both canon facts that i got from the wiki :3c

It had seemed like a peaceful day thus far, as you sat on the bed of your shared room at Hotel OJ. You had been spending the last hour or so practically doom-scrolling on your phone while your laptop played some show that you had watched before, being used as background noise – rather than bothering to pay attention to the scenes you had nearly memorised.

Baxter, the loveable little crab that Lightbulb had adopted a while ago now, rested next to you on his own pillow. You never thought you'd see a crab as spoiled as he was.

You'd usually spend your days with Paintbrush, the two of you getting pulled into one of Lightbulb's adventures or Test Tube's lab experiments, or even going out, one-on-one, to some sort of gathering as a date.

However, today Paintbrush was holding one of their weekly 'Arts n' Craft' classes. It was a new addition to Hotel OJ's activities, a solution that you had thought of and worked on with them to reduce the never-ending amount of stress they seem to always hold...

As much as you loved them, you had to admit that they cared a bit too much at times. Whether it was during the Inanimate Insanity competition, getting too worked up about winning; or while they stayed at the hotel, easily butting heads with the other guests over the smallest arguments.

These art sessions had only been ongoing for the past few weeks, but they seemed to actually be helping! You'd recently noticed that Paintbrush had been able to control their temper more, and held a lot more patience with other people.

At the end of each class, usually lasting a couple hours, Paintbrush would come looking for you to talk about how it went. It seemed that they had (mostly) only good things to say every time, lifting up their mood significantly.

Although, despite it being less than two hours, you heard the telltale rattling of the doorknob opening the door.

You didn't need to look up from your phone to know who it was, eyes still glued to your device as you blindly reached over to close your laptop, "Painty, is the Art Class finished already? You aren't usually here this early –."

As you finally looked up from turning your phome off, your breath caught in your throat at the nearly pathetic sight of them in front of you.

Sorrow, was all you could read from their face through the poorly concealed pout that rested on their lips. Their arms were loosely crossed, while you could've seen the mess on them from miles away. Wet paint stuck to their wooden face, dripping slightly downwards – yet, the substance landing on the carpeted floor was the least of your worries.

The bristles that were usually neatly swept back on their head were clumped together with more paint, and chunks of dried glue. Considering the amount of care they tended to put into their bristles, it shocked you that they managed to let it get this bad. You had to assume it was more than just a bad day.

To say it kindly, Paintbrush really did look horrible.

You rushed to push yourself off the bed, softly throwing your phone behind you, as you moved in front of them. From the closer distance, you could see the emotion brewing in their eyes, tears threatening to fall until you tenderly raised a hand to cup their cheek.

"Oh, Painty..." Was all that you managed to utter before the mentioned object threw themself further into you, hiding their face in your shoulder as the waterworks started.

While it wasn't difficult to get Paintbrush emotional... It had been a while since you last saw them this upset.

Choked sobs left their shaking body as they tried to speak, probably to explain their situation, but you quietly shushed them. You wouldn't have been able to understand them in this state, and it was better for them to calm down a bit before talking, you assumed.

Both your arms wrapped around them, one lifting up a bit higher to rub their back comfortingly. You reached a leg around them to kick closed the door for privacy-sake, and guided them slowly to the bed.

You both stood there for a few minutes, whispering comforting words to them, until Paintbrush's weeping calmed to just a few tears caught in their eyes. You removed them from your arms, pressing a chaste kiss to their lips to elicit a small smile from them, before stepping back.

"Could you make yourself comfortable on the floor for me? I need to grab a few things, then I'll be right back. Is that okay?"

A reassuring nod from Paintbrush had you hurrying to the room's bathroom, collecting an unused wash cloth from the cabinet, and throwing it in a small container that you began filling with warm water from the sink. Once finished, you returned to the main bedroom, where Paintbrush had wrapped a blanket over their shoulders and held onto Baxter while sitting on the floor in front of the bed.

You knew that Baxter was a big comfort for them, leaving a warm smile on your face at the sight of them looking a little happier.

Carefully holding the container to not spill any of it, you placed it on the bed as you climbed onto the mattress and behind Paintbrush. Once comfortable, you picked up the cloth from the container, wringing out the excess water, and began wiping through their bristles.

Slowly but surely, the chunks of glue began to dislodge themselves, and the clumps of paint wiped away onto the cloth. Pausing to soak the mess off of the cloth back in the water, you gently spoke up, "DO you... Want to talk about what happened?"

It was as if Paintbrush was just waiting for you to utter those words, as they took a deep breath, "It... It started off so well! We were going to do an activity that I had been planning all week, and everyone seemed excited to do it..."

You hummed along when it felt appropriate, bringing the cloth back up to their bristles. It crossed your mind that this would take a while to completely clean, as their head had ended up a real mess – but you didn't mind.

"–...f course he caused an argument about it, and started throwing supplies around! Of course everyone else started, too – I tried to intervene, but someone threw a painting palette at me, and when the paint got in my bristles I just... I..."

You understood what they were getting at. Paintbrush had probably lost their temper and began yelling at the other guests, and now felt bad about it.

"–...fter all the progress I've made... I just–just completely lost control! So easily! And then I felt bad, and just walked away from everyone... They're all probably still yelling down there, and I just ran away..."

They confirmed your thoughts, leading you to stop your actions for a moment, and placed a hand on their shoulder, "Hey... Painty, it's not your fault. You may have lost it a litte, but how long has it been since that last happened? Weeks? That's still such an improvement from how you used to be! And if the others are still arguing down there? That's their problem to sort out – you didn't start the fight, so you aren't indebted to fix it."

A sniffle and a nod was all you needed, before wiping out the last few pieces of gunk stuck in their bristles. Placing the cloth and dirtied water behind you, you ran a hand through their now-clean bristles.

You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the back of their head, before leaning forward to embrace them from behind.

"You know none of them are going to think poorly of you because of this, right?" You murmured, "They know you Paintbrush, and they've also seen how much improvement you've made. One class gone wrong isn't the end of it all, okay?"

Paintbrush twisted their body and head towads you, capturing your lips with theirs. Smiling into the kiss for a moment, you then moved back to take a look at their face.

The object looked a lot better, both emotionally and physically, but they still had a few paint splatters over their face. You reached back to grab the cloth, before leaning in to gently rub at the messes.

Their face scrunched up at the sensation, a flustered blush covering their cheeks lightly as you held back a giggle from the expression. An annoyed groan left them as you finished up with a playful tap on their nose.

"Better now?" You asked, receiving an answer in the form of your own words repeated back at you.

"Better now."

Moving the cloth and container off of the bed, you gave a light pat to the spot on the mattress beside you, "Now come on, you deserve some cuddles after today."

A flustered laugh left them, passing Baxter to you from the floor as they balanced the blanket around them while they began to climb up next to you. You moved Baxter's pillow to the middle of the bed, before placing the crab upon it as he snuggled back down immediately. Poor little guy, carrying everyones emotions as a personal stress reliever.

Paintbrush crawled up next to you, on the other side of Baxter, and threw the blanket over the three of you. Pushing themselves to be closer, Paintbrush wrapped an arm around you (and over Baxter).

You tangled your legs with theirs, wrapping your own arm to reciprocate their position as you cuddled up closer to both the brush next to you, and the crab between you. You heard Paintbrush let out a sigh, unsurprisingly tired from the earlier emotional experience, and closed your own eyes as you savoured the familiar feeling of comfort.

[pub-lius]

DONT MAKE THIS LAFAYETTE POST AT 3 AM... | LAFAYETTE 3 AM CHALLENGE (scary) (don't try) (gone wrong) (lafayette pt. 4)

i witerawwy making this wafayette post at thwee am guys :0 (im so fucking tired but i hope you enjoy this @thereallvrb0y ) also here's pt. 3

The Conway Cabal *vine boom*

Alright, so last we left off, Lafayette rejoined Washington's staff on October 19, 1777 and Congress named him the commander of his own division. Woohoo!

While at Valley Forge (which is it's own beast to tackle another day), Lafayette worked closely with the aides-de-camp to procure supplies for the troops, but since they rarely ever got their requests fulfilled, Lafayette ended up spending his own money to provide necessities for the men, which is something like barely anyone else did, so this was super cool.

It's around this time that Washington's office became obsessed with the idea of a Conway Cabal (this is like one of my favorite topics of the amrev so I will try to keep this brief).

Lafayette's involvement in this whole ordeal came in the form of another fucking Canada expedition. At first, Lafayette refused because he didn't want to betray Washington, since the order came from the Board of War, which was seen as like a way to usurp Washington. When the order came from Congress (which was more acceptable to a political ally of Washington), Lafayette still didn't agree because he didn't want Thomas Conway, the former Inspector General, as his second in command because he thought he was annoying and dumb. Eventually, with some negotiating, he accepted on the condition that Conway wouldn't be there.

Side note: i will get exasperated several times with America wanting to conquer Canada or get them on their side against the British in some way because this happens SO MANY TIMES throughout the amrev and also 1812 that it is physically exhausting. like Canada wouldn't be any fuck to anyone anyway (no hate to canadians y'all are alright but still useless as hell in 18th century warfare)

When Lafayette arrived at where he'd be stationed in Albany, he was like wtf because he had N O T H I N G. like when I say nothing I mean most of the men he was told he'd have weren't there, there were no supplies like at all, and the men that WERE there were sick and dying and Lafayette had to pay more out of pocket to keep them alive. So, yeah, that expedition DIDNT HAPPEN, and Washington's allies were like "yeah this was definitely doomed to fail".

*DISCLAIMER: Again, I have to give the Conway Cabal Disclaimer (tm), there is no definitive proof that there was an actual conspiracy to overthrow Washington and replace him with Gates, it's more likely that he just had political enemies who had separate schemes against him, and occasionally worked together against their common enemy. Me personally, i don't really give a rats ass if they were actually conspiring against him, I think the events kinda speak for themselves and the conspiracy question is the wrong one to be asking.*

Barren Hill and Monmouth

Remember when I mentioned that Lafayette had established himself as the middle man between America and France? Yeah, that is important because he played a role in the ~French/American alliance~ aka the Treaty of Amity and Commerce, but that isn't really interesting aside from the fact that around the time everyone was celebrating the alliance, Gilbert found out his oldest daughter, Henriette, had died. Whoops!

After he was done sobbing while everyone else partied, he was ordered to find out of the British were actually leaving Philadelphia or just pranking them. Washington stationed Lafayette at Barren Hill with his Virginian detachment (this is where his love of Virginia comes from, along with his besties being from there), as well as some Oneida warriors he befriended while on that "Canada expedition"

Note: there's actually some interesting nuance with the indigenous warriors that played a part at Barren Hill, so I recommend anyone who is interested in that to look into it bc its super cool

Another note: Lafayette would eventually take a young Oneida boy with him to France (along with a Protestant kid who's father died in the war) for a better education, and there's some really interesting racial stuff that shows the attitudes the French court had towards poc, particularly indigenous people, at the time. Basically what had happened was Lafayette wanted to show off the really cool culture but really just ended up humiliating the kid by exploiting and exaggerating his culture for his French aristocratic visitors. it was very not cool and he should have known better!

Anyway, back to Barren Hill.

Washington gave Lafayette specific orders not to stay in one place because it would make it really easy for the British to find his location and attack him. Like really easy. Especially if you made camp on top of a hill and just kinda. chilled there. for an extended period of time. Like the British would find you immediately...

So the British found him immediately because he made camp on top of a hill and just kinda chilled there for an extended period of time. That hill was Barren Hill, if you hadn't already guessed.

Roughly a shit ton (5,000) British shoulders attacked the encampment from three directions, and in doing so, completely fucking Lafayette over. However, thanks mostly to the Oneida warriors, Lafayette and his troops retreated calmly across a low road through the woods, across the Schuylkill river (everything happens here), and successfully eluding the enemy. btw the Americans lost only NINE LIVES. Also another shoutout to the Oneida warriors who were absolute BADASSES and were the last to leave the site to make sure everyone else got out safely :')

Okay now we're getting into the real shit.

So Washington was like "okay so the British are ACTUALLY leaving Philadelphia (thanks laf), let's annoy the shit out of them while they leave" and they did, had a couple skirmishes here and there, but they wanted a real victory, so they planned one for the area near Monmouth Courthouse.

At first, Washington offered the command to General Charles Lee, who was pretty experienced in European warfare and was also throwing a huge hissy fit because he needed attention constantly. Lee never liked Washington or his plans, so he declined the command at Monmouth, so Washington gave it to Lafayette.

However, Lee was a petty bitch who clearly had no father figure so he threw another fucking tantrum when he found out that Lafayette would be in command instead of him, so he appealed to Washington and got the command back based on seniority.

During the battle, Lee was pushed back by Cornwallis' troops, and ordered a retreat, however he did not go about this in an orderly fashion, and did not give specific directions on who was retreating and where, so the troops were just running around in confusion while getting shot at. Lafayette, who was on the front lines, sent a note to Washington who arrived ASAP, and tore Lee a new asshole in front of everyone and it was super embarrassing.

The battle continued for the rest of the day (with Lafayette leading troops at the front and Lee at the rear) and eventually the British withdrew, making the battle a technical draw, but a moral victory for the Continental army.

Lee slandered many of the officers, including Washington, von Steuben, and Washington's aides-de-camp, which is the reason John Laurens shot his ass. His career never recovered.

Also, we have the records for Lee's court martial, and they're very interesting to read if you have the time. Laurens' testimonies are very funny.

The Newport Campaign

Good news: France finally sent naval support in the form of a fleet under Admiral d'Estaing, which arrived in Rhode Island. More good news: d'Estaing quickly befriended Lafayette. Even better news: the French and Continental forces were planning a campaign against the British fortifications at Newport, RI.

Bad news: the Americans chose General John Sullivan as commander of the Continental troops for the Newport campaign. And he. Hates. French people.

The American and French officers planned a joint land and sea offensive against the British and Hessian troops, and they were really riding on Lafayette's ability to ease the tension between the French and Americans, but things were still strained since Sullivan and d'Estaing both wanted the military advantage of attacking first.

Without consulting d'Estaing, Sullivan decided to attack a day early. This was really stupid because he wouldn't have naval coverage but he did it anyway. D'Estaing felt betrayed by this, and dispatched his fleet from Newport Harbor to pursue British ships without consulting Sullivan, so Sullivan had even less naval coverage bc the ships were just gone.

This left Lafayette trying to mend relations between these two assholes. He begged d'Estaing to come back and that the Americans thought he was being dramatic, but d'Estaing refused until strong winds destroyed his ships and he had to go into port to repair his ships, which he said he'd leave immediately after that was finished. He sailed for Boston with his repaired ships, and Sullivan accused him of desertion, cowardice, or treason. He put his accusations to paper and sent it ahead of d'Estaing so that the Bostonians wouldn't want anything to do with him.

Lafayette. lost. his. shit. He was infuriated that Sullivan would insult the French, though he didn't condone d'Estaing's behavior. In fact, he was so enraged that he decided not to update Washington because he didn't want to risk insulting the Commander in Chief. Eventually, he broke and talked to Washington, who handled the situation diplomatically.

"Would you believe that, forgetting the general obligations owed to France and the services specifically rendered by the fleet, the greater part of these people here allow faded prejudices to revive and speak as though they had been abandoned, almost betrayed." -Lafayette to d'Estaing, August 24

Note: the next post might take even longer than this one lol because I have to take more notes from my sources to get my timeline together for laf's participation in the french revolution, but while I'm doing that, i'll be posting an actual timeline of the frev on here, so i'll still be making posts. also, even tho my account will be focused on frev for a little bit, im still actively doing research on the amrev, so any questions about either, or other historical figures/events, are still just as encouraged as normal! love y'all <3

[cyncerity]

Cyn I am thinking about your store au i am shaking you do you have ideas

YES IN FACT I DO

ok so since i haven’t actually talked about it before in depth: let’s talk about Bad and Skeppy, cause why not?

In this au, as discussed in this story, Sapnap found out about storage instinct through an incident with Bad being in danger and Sapnap storing him. What I haven’t discussed was what happened after that. In the story I just said he “took Quackity and Karl and never went back.”

So, after the incident, Sapnap very literally did just that. Him and his boyfriends had been talking about finding somewhere else to live, so after Sapnap let Bad out (Bad had passed out cause of fear and exhaustion and at that point it was pretty much the middle of the night, so Sapnap was able to sneak him into his house without waking Skeppy), he went to his house with Quackity and Karl and asked them to move out asap.

Quackity went to talk to Sam (his dad) and his sister (Tina), who said it was ok, and Karl didnt have a family (he was taken in by Bad, Skeppy, and Sam during his early teens when his colony had been raided) so he was down with it, too. Sapnap told them that Bad and Skeppy were good with it and that he’d already said his goodbyes and grabbed his stuff, so after Quackity and Karl said their goodbyes (to everyone except happy duo, Sapnap begged them not to talk to them [they found this odd but did as Sapnap asked]), they made their way out of the forest, never to return.

Meanwhile, Bad had woken up and was immediately on edge and panicking over what had happened the night before. Eventually Skeppy woke up and tried to calm him down, but nothing worked. Worse yet, Bad wouldn’t say a word about it. Not about how he was feeling, not about why he was panicking, only asking where his son was. Skeppy obviously didn’t know, and Bad wasn’t exactly about to go and look for him. He spent all day in his bedroom crying and trying to figure out what had happened, Skeppy staying by his side all day to comfort him without fully understanding why, but it wasn’t helping. Bad wouldn’t spill. After all, how was he supposed to tell his husband that his son almost ate him, killed him? He couldn’t. Even if Skeppy and Bad were both well aware that Sapnap was a shifter (something that all three of them [and no one else: they’d vowed to keep it a secret] had learned a few weeks prior in a horrifying way), this was something completely different. So he sobbed in silence.

The first day Sapnap didn’t come to their home (what he usually did on a daily basis), it was a relief. Bad refused to leave for fear of seeing his son, and Skeppy refused to let Bad be alone. The second day was the same. The third day, Skeppy became concerned, but still wouldn’t leave Bad. After all, Sapnap was pretty much a grown man, he could handle himself.

After a week and a half, Skeppy left the house to find his stepson. At that point, even Bad had become concerned. Even if he still didn’t want to see him, he didn’t want anything bad to have happened to him, despite everything. He was still his son.

But, after Skeppy approached Sam, he learned that Sapnap had left for good. Sam had seemed confused, saying that Sapnap had claimed he’d said his goodbyes, but Skeppy was shocked. Why would he have moved out without telling his dads? Did this have something to do with what was going on with Bad? Sam also mentioned that Sapnap had seemed very on edge the day he’d left, did that have to do with it?

Skeppy went home and immediately told Bad, who felt a mixture of relief and horror. Relief that nothing like what had happened to him could happen to anyone else he loved, and horror that he’d ever think something like that about his own child. He didn’t want their time together to end like this. They’d had an amazing relationship for their entire lives up until the past month, but now Sapnap was gone and no one had any way of knowing where he went off to.

Flash Forward a few years to the time of the present story-

Sam, Bad, Skeppy, and a few other friends they’ve managed to collect all live in pretty much the same area that they always did, growing it from just a couple families (like it had been when the fiancés were there) to a full on borrower colony. It’s been years and for the three dads, there’s still been pretty much no sign of their boys. For Sam, even Tina moved to a new colony, though she still sometimes comes to visit. For Bad and Skeppy, they’ve kept Sapnap being a shifter a secret, not that it matters much anymore. There’s been no contact, nothing to show them that their son and his fiancés are ok, nothing to even show they’re still alive, for all they know. Skeppy’s still hurt that Sapnap left with no warning and not even a note, and Bad just wishes something could have been different. He still hasn’t told anyone, not even Skeppy, what happened all those years ago; he can still barely stand to think of it himself. But that’s their past, and in their present, there’s not much food left in the area to scavenge. So, the three older members of their newfound colony go out in search of easy to reach food.

Wouldn’t luck have it that there was a whole human convenience store nearby?

[razzmothazz]

rambling more abt nightcord and their theme because i just NEED to get it out if my system

i think nightcord is such beautifully constructed with its theme of healing because every character has someone specific helping them out most within the unit

idk how to explain it in general terms but basically

kanade struggles with overworking and not taking proper care of herself, her main help with this comes from mizuki! sure, others help out too but mizuki is the one who points out those self destructive behaviours the most [or at least from ehat i remeber] and this dynamic is so so beautifully shown specifically in carnation recollection

mizuki is the one telling kanade to take a break, but kanade is set on making another song for mafuyu despite being absolutely stuck. i think mizuki is the most clever out of the 4 specifically because of this event, since they knew kanade wont give up on it ever and decided to use a different approach to give her the deserved break and would also help her out in this situation. kanade would never have some time off if it wasnt for mizuki. thats how mizuki cares for her, by "tricking" her into taking one while also getting to spend nice time together and end up reminiscing.

this is such an important story because thanks to mizuki, a part of kanade got to heal.

mafuyu very obviously is mostly helped by kanade, who tries her very best and gives it literally her all to help mafuyu find herself, but she always gives mafuyu space when she needs it as well. i think since this one is most obvious i dont have to dwell on it too much but the love and care kanade has for mafuyu makes me soooo fucking insane like omg. kanade is the whole reason mafuyu even tries. shes the sole reason why mafuyu could get where she is now and didnt give up.

ena is a bit tricky, but surprisingly i think her helper is... mafuyu. i have honestly no clue how to explain what i mean at all, but seeing someone with so much talent and the "perfect" life be completely empty was so important to enas character. mafuyu makes painfully slow progress on her situation yet ena notices it, and she might not fully realize it but its helping ena take things easier with her art as well, which i think is shown very well in hope will someday go beyond the morning. mafuyu makes just a slightly different expression but ena still notices it, paralleled by enas art teacher noticing enas intent and emotion behind her art project. despite so many mistakes in the work on a technical level, it had soul. not to mention mafuyu indirectly helps ena be more understanding of others, which is very obvious when you compare how she was with mafuyu at first vs their current dynamic. mafuyu doesnt even know it but she inspires ena so so much not only in her art but to be better as a person.

and for mizuki, its also very obvious with main help coming from ena. pretty much every mizuki focus [<- exaggeration warning] will have ena trying her best to help mizuki out, and thanks to enas growth she can understand mizuki better and better and know how to deal with their issue. she thinks she needs to know the secret to know mizuki, but she learns that its not actually important, and she wants to show mizuki that as well. she constantly shows mizuki support and care weather they are willing to tell their secret or not, and in her own way wants to reassure mizuki that no matter what she wants to be there for them. ena helps mizuki so much that they even finally consider telling ena their secret, after like a year in canon if not longer!! which is such a huge deal because mizuki was convinced that telling ena someday they will tell what it is was completely a lie. they never had any intention to actually say what it is. but they grew so much and feel so safe around ena that the fact they even CONSIDERED IT implies so much healing, growth and trust. it makes me SOB. i am INSANE about mizuena. ena loves them SO MUCH its just so JSHSHDHYSHEIRUDHXHJSNB

okay im gonna stop here cause the tired is getting to me and i feel like i cant explain myself at all now but you get the point n25 care about eachother so much it makes me cry and punch walls and scream and drop to my knees on the floor in a dramatic way and explode and-

[starz4valen]

queers im fucking lost come save me

ok but in all seriousness,

despite labeling myself as aroace for a hot minute and finding comfort in that label and the community for a time—shit doesnt feel quite right anymore.

i have had ONE EX. one.

i genuinely think i was in love with him. i only felt what i felt with him,,,WITH HIM. nobody else. I felt the butterflies/giddiness, i loved his laugh, his smile, hearing him, his jokes, all the names he would call me, how much he said he loved me, our late night discord calls, having him around, just. him. when he rarely spoke abt shit that was bothering him it hurt me so bad, like i would hurt with him. and the mere THOUGHT of ME hurting him made me wanna sob.

as you can probably guess by the fact we’re exes, we’re not together anymore. it hurts. hell, my stomach tangled a bit as i typed that out. (could be cause recently someone who used to be a friend went and dated him and then got upset at me for getting upset at them but this ain't abt them.)

we broke up in like june last year, and i felt so fucking horrible about it bc it basically ended w him yelling at me over text at how horrible i am at listening and how i treated him more like a therapist—which i will admit i did. i sucked for that. it makes sense why tho, i was working through a lot of shit at the time, doesn’t justify it at all though. i should’ve treated him better. im desperately trying to fix it in my current relationships so that never happens again.

then again, he also treated me badly. he said things that really fucked with my sense of trust in people and just made me scared to get close with anyone like that ever again, or in general bc i was convinced everyone had some ulterior motive w me or secretly didnt give a shit abt me—but also i felt *I* was the problem. like every relationship im in is gonna end horribly bc im just that bad. its taken a lot to say that i feel loved by and trust my current friends, as well as trying to recognize that I deserve love, and im glad i can say that im getting better ^^

but,,,idk anymore

i concluded i was aroace almost a year after we broke up. there were a couple reasons. for one, i only really got that close w him. i dont really know if ive had a crush or what that feels like—in fact i think i faked one in elementary, the whole reason i got w my ex was bc he was flirting w me and it made me feel nice. (also bc i was worried he would be my only shot at love but i digress) i feel off when people talk about heading to poundtown or anything like that, the same with crushes—just crushes tho relationships i totally get—and i still struggle to wrap my head around attraction and how people just can look at someone without even knowing them at ALL and go “you. i want you.”

i wrote off how i felt when i was with him as simply some non-romantic form of attraction and called it a day.

but recently ive been reflecting on that, and i think i was wrong. the way that even now i get all these emotions by merely talking abt my ex says something. how upset seeing that "friend" going ahead and dating him after barely knowing him and just how angry i was says something. the way i cried seeing my best friend get a whole small crate of presents from their partner for their bday bc i was THAT JEALOUS says something. the way i yearn for affection and to be loved again says something. the way im starting to miss being in love again says something. the way i would always want some sort of relationship—even when i identified as aroace—but just never thought it would happen bc i didn't feel pretty enough, or mentally well enough, deserving of one, or like id ever be lucky enough to find someone who makes me feel that way again and how scared and sad that makes me,,,says something.

now in terms of poundtown—legit dunno. closest to that I've done w anyone was neck kisses from my ex, which i did really enjoy—but also i legit identified as ace like the whole time we were together and the few times he made jokes like that i felt uncomfy. plus the only way i feel i could be ok w going further w something like that is if its either excessively gentle or the most unserious thing ever. so tbh if i had to take a guess on how i feel abt that—not too keen on it.

I'm debating a couple labels, bi, aroace, bi and ace, demirose, and demirose and bi, but tbh i feel bi kinda fits the most? (maybe???) but also it doesn't. idk if its the fear of opening my mind to me being in a relationship despite my fear of intimacy and commitment or just that I'm aroace and this is my brain telling me to stop overthinking shit—but i know i wanna figure this shit out

if anyone has like legit any words of advice PLEASE send it my way. i will take even the tiniest crumb of guidance cause i am more lost than a child in ikea.

thanks to anyone who read all this <3

[divinesolas]

hiiii sooo what im asking is if u could do anything that is related to this concept:

where raffy x reader are in a on & off relationship and it’s toxic but she “loves” him and her friends always tell her to leave him, so during the party while everyone was drinking and doing drugs, she and archie kinda clicked and danced together like how natalie & archie did. Moving on they were so into each other that things lead to another, that they slept w each other, despite the fact that she’s w raffy.

*there is consent involved. (not related to what actually happened in the movie) if that make sense.

Summary: After years of letting yourself get used by raffy you move on, and hes not happy about it.

Pairing: Raffy barton x reader, Archie x reader

Warnings: Cheating, very toxic relationship, gaslighting, men being men, soft archie! raffy being raffy, implied nsfw, Natalie and archie dont "like" each other.

a/n: I love this prompt so much so thank you for requesting!! I hope you like it!!

"You have to leave him." Alice says for what must be the hundredth time despite knowing its pointless. You and Raffy have been in a "relationship" since highschool. Its always been... complicated between the two of you, aka you have always remained loyal to him while he goes off and sleeps with other girls.

Its a constant cycle, you find out he's slept with another girl and rant to your friends, they tell you to leave him, you go back and yell at him, he ends up convincing you he didnt mean it, you two have sex and make up.

"Im done with him." Alice rolls her eyes, "Yeah yeah that's what you always say." You look down at your hands, You're currently sitting in Natalie's room while the two of them get ready for a party at alices place. You were also supposed to be getting ready but you got send a video of raffy making out with some girl at a party.

"Im seriously done this time i mean... what the fuck." You were out of town for the past couple days because your aunt had been very sick and your family feared it may be the end for her so you went to go see her. She ended up surviving which you were glad about but while you were out of town Raffy hooks up with another girl? Again?

"He's a piece of shit i dont even know why you're with him in the first place." "He cares about me, or... at least he did at some point." He's always been somewhat of a player but he was your first everything, you love him, loved? you dont know. He made you feel liked, loved, and you feared you may not find something like that again.

You get a text from him, 'Are we really still doing this silent treatment act babe? I said i was sorry.' Piece of shit. Your mood only sours as you frown at your phone.

"im sorry babes, he sucks but i know you care about him." Natalie has finished getting dressed and sits down on the bed next to you and grabs your hand, "Thank you nat." She squeezes you hand, "you should come tonight." You groan, he'll definitely be there and you definitely dont want to see him. "I dont know-" "Oh yeah shes going." Alice throws a bundle of clothes at you, "Get dressed." "Alice-" "No. No mopping around not this time youre gonna go out there and your gonna look hot and forget about that bastard."

You stare at the clothes and think about throwing them on the floor and laying in bed, sobbing your heart out but you know archie would be at tonight's party sticking his dick in anything that moves and you want him to see you not talking to him. "Fine." Alice and natalie cheer as your stand up and get dressed.

As youre putting on the finishing touches alice has a thoughtful look on her face, "Is something wrong?" She shakes her head, "Its just, i thought you should know archie had a massive thing for you." Natalie gasps as she looks at alice in shock, "No way...." "Yes way, i caught him one time stalking your insta and he confessed to me." You stare at her through the mirror in shock as she smirks, "You should talk to him tonight."

Natalie hits alice on the arm as the two begin to talk about the news and all you can do is stand there in shock. No. it cant be true rugby player archie? alices brother archie? the guy in raffys main friend group archie? It cant be true. He avoids you at all costs, always giving you weird glances, he avoids eye contact- Oh.

Raffy still lingers in the back of your mind as you think over this new info. Even on the way there you have barely said a word. Raffy continues to text, his words getting more angry his last message stings, 'i dont know why im always the bad guy when youre the one leaving me alone. a guy has needs.' You throw your phone at the ground of the car as tears pool in your eyes. Natalie hugs you as you cry, it sucks when the guy you love treats you like shit.

When you arrive the party is already in full swing. Sweaty people people grinding on each other. People spread across the room drinking, smoking, making out and doing anything else imaginable. Your eyes scan around the room as they always did, searching for him. You dont see him. Alice and natalie walk to the kitchen to grab a drink. "I thought you were gonna get here an hour ago." Archie, he stands behind you addressing alice who rolls her eyes.

He looks at you and gives you a nervous smile, "Hi." you for what feels like the first time take him in, he's large, much bigger than raffy, you fear you make prefer that, he has a cute face and smile, his hairs also nice. Its strange to be thinking this way, espcially when youve only ever though like this about raffy. You realize all your doing is staring and look at the cup in your hand, "Hi."

Alice laughs as she drags natalie to the dance floor saying something about have fun and winks at you. Shes sick. You turn back to Archie and hes glaring at his sister, an annoyed look dawning his face. "im sorry about her." you laugh, "no shes cool." A moment of silence appears before you two fall into an easy conversation. Its weird, your not used to a guy being so curious about you, hes asking you everything from what you like to your past and you love it. its so nice to have a guys full attention for the first time in forever but raffys voice nags you in the back of your head.

'youre always the one leaving me.'

'im the only guy for you baby.'

'no one will love you the way i love you.'

you suddenly feel sick, the room spins and you rush out of the room and towards the backyard. As you breathe in the fresh air you try to calm down your racing heart you move through the yard and freeze. Are you fucking kidding. There he is, laying on the backyard couch with his fingers in some fucking girls pants. And he doesnt even notice you.

You turn back around and march back inside. You need to leave you rush to the door but get stopped by archie, "Are you alright?" You break down, he pulls you into his arms as you cry. He takes you up to his bedroom for some privacy, as you two sit on his bed he tries his best to comfort you, "he's an asshole." "hes your best friend." "that doesnt mean he gets to treat you like shit."

You look at him and he's looking at you the same way he used to. It makes you feel warm. You kiss him and he kisses you back, its odd, you havent kissed anyone else other than raffy. His lips are warmer than raffys and kisses softer than raffy does. Raffy kisses like he just wants to get it over with but archie kisses you like he means it like he wants you to enjoy it. Its odd.

You pull him back to lay on top of you as you lay on the bed. He pulls away and looks at you, "I dont want to force you-" "Its okay i want to." and you do and its wonderful.

--

Morning comes and you wake up, youre not in your bed but in archies. you look to the side and there he is admiring you. He notices that you caught him and looks away, "Morning." you smile, "good morning." You wrap your arms around him and he pulls you tight against him. "Ive always wanted to do that... To be with you." You pull back slightly and stare at him.

Before you can reply his door bursts open and his guy friends enter, they all look at the sight in shock as archie rushes to cover you and yells at them but your eyes are locked on only one who has an odd look on his face.

"You piece of shit."

[safetycar-restart]

I'm so glad to be the Mick anon!!!! I love him so much, thank you!!! Your last post killed me!

Thinking about poor baby's face the moment his old Dom orders him to get out of his house. With Mick, you can see the moment his heart breaks through his eyes because they're always so expressive. His eyes start to water and his voice breaks when he says a little "okay" (just like in Abu Dhabi when they asked him to stop doing donuts - he's a good boy, even when they mistreat him he still wants to obey). Right now I picture him outside desperate and trying not to cry after his Dom shuts the door in his face.

He's so nervous when you become his Dom because he's not sure he could deal with a similar situation. You're the exact opposite because you love, respect, and care for him more than he ever expected.

Mick loves everything when it comes to you! Planning a scene together, the scene itself and the aftercare. You metaphorically (and kinda literally) hold his hand during every step.

Aftercare with Mick is a long process sometimes, but it's one of the best parts! The praise never stops, and you stay with him as long as necessary - even if he needs many hours, you'll give your good boy what he needs!

-🌻

Alright you heard it here first folks, 🌻 anon is officially the Mick anon!!! I'm so glad you liked my added thoughts and all of your thoughts here are so fucking good and I need to expand on all of them because obviously.

Mick truly would be absolutely heartbroken when his old dom orders him to leave. He was so excited to see his dom's reaction to all his hard work, and then he just get criticised and kicked out.

It completely ruins service submission for him, which is awful because that used to be one of his favourite things in the world. He used to use service submission as a way to calm down before the Haas dom ruined it.

And so when he meets you, he's so scared? He wants so badly to have that type of warm happiness he felt when he was servicing his dominant. He just wants that back, but he no longer believes it's possible to have a dom like that in F1.

He actually doesnt even bring it up to you at first? Because he's truly traumatised from that night when the door was slammed in his face after he had worked so hard. So he just doesnt tell you, because he has been criticised for so long and he just couldn't take it anymore.

But then you praise him for everything else? Look after him and hold him and make it clear that you're so proud of him and always respect him and he begins to realise that maybe... maybe he can tell you about his service sub desires. Maybe you wont ruin it for him.

And it goes so well!!!

You stay in the house the entire time he does the chores, checking up on him all the time and giving him kisses and hugs and thanking him the entire time. He loves it so much. And then when he's finished and he shows you everything, he gets even more praise! And then you take him to the bathroom and run him a bath because he's worked so hard and he gets a soapy hand job and all the cuddles his little heart desires.

He starts sobbing at the end of the night from pure relief and joy over the fact that he can finally be a service sub again.

And yes he loves everything about scening with you! He's never been able to be this involved in planning scenes and he adores it so fucking much? Being able to hear your thoughts and contribute his own and know exactly how he can be a good boy before the scene even happens just comforts him in a way he didnt even know was possible.

Of course aftercare is long! Mick deserves ALL the cuddles!!!

He does indeed require a lot of aftercare, because he's just the sweetest little sub and he's been hurt far too much and he just really needs some TLC.

I also think you get Lewis involved in his aftercare? George is welcome to come too, but Mick adores when Lewis joins because then he gets to kneel for you and get his hair played with while he listens to you telling Lewis all about how good he was.

[mariahcarreyyy]

pls forgive me for ranting on your tl but i’m wondering if anyone on here could help me place a few f1 dots together bc i truly am so new to the community that im not sure if i have some missing pieces or something:

i’m actually so devastated for carlos?? idk it feels like a lot of ppl don’t like him (there could be very valid reasons but im absolutely clueless as of rn bc i haven’t seen anything) but like? he gave so much to ferrari and they don’t give a fuck? but at the same time i’m not mad at lewis either bc i feel like something truly truly soul-crushing had to happen for him to want to leave merc.

i also always felt like that moment where charles & lewis posted that pic where they both got disqualified was a pre-curser to something bigger. although it’ll be a weird fight for 1st driver between LH44 & CL16, i think there’s so much mutual respect between the both of them that they will find a way to work. lewis seems like a driver who could POSSIBLY acknowledge that it’s time for new drivers to get more spotlight, and maybe make some more way for charles to shine (and i think fred also wouldn’t have signed LH w/o keeping this in mind

i hope carlos still has a seat in 2025, i think he has a lot to offer still, and i can’t bare to not see/think ab carlando on the grid every race

crying screaming at the fact that i got some very rare ferrari cs55 merch it literally feels like a vintage item now jesus christ

i have more thoughts but let me shut the fuck up for now 😭

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hmmm i mean me personally i dont hate or love carlos, he's just there most of the time LMFAO but i feel SO FUCKING BAD like esp his story on insta while ferrari didnt even talk about him?????? sobbing.

okay now THATS where i disagree HAHAHAHA🙈 lewis wants nothing more than his eighth, and rightfully so. charles wants nothing more than to a be a world champion at ferrari, and again, rightfully so. But at the end of the day, only ONE of them will be able to win races. its a selfish sport yk, and you cant really blame them for that. Just look at nico and lewis, both extremely talented drivers who had a lot of respect & love between them and still, the pressure of racing got to them.

im not saying that charles and lewis will end up like brocedes, but i also dont think that they can manage both being no.1 drivers. And, i also dont think that either one of them would settle for being no.2.

i dont think they'll bring in someone new to the sport so im pretty sure carlos will stay on the grid. Honestly, the best case scenerio: lewis to ferrari, the open merc seat goes to fernando, the open aston seat goes to yuki, and then the open alpha tauri (i am choosing not to believe its rebrand is real) seat can go to liam lawson, cus tbh he deserves it way more than 1/2 the drivers on the grid. ALSO i think the best decision redbull could make, now, is kicking checo tf out and replacing him with sainz. I js think sainz would be a PERFECT teammate to max and a good no.2 driver, and then he'll probably go to audi in 2026

THE MERCH😭😭😭 dont ever call that vintage again i will cry. i keep seeing sad charlos edits on my fyp and it makes me wanna puke

[yellowbluemoonshine]

Hey,manhwa anon,I was wondering if u have read seasons of blossom(sob) its recently ended so it'd be the best time to read I think you would like this story alot and as you said u liked romance in the response that make me more confident that u would like it

It's has romance but it's also touches other topic such as friendship,su1c1de,being bullied, pressure from parents to get grades etc nd imo all couple r good(execpt for one which I personally don't like) it's has 4 szn all have diff mc but! All of the characters r connected somehow it's funny,has good romance,touches serious topic,they help e/o through hardship

I love it nd I like ur opinion on many things so I wanted you to read this & give your opinions😅

Hey, anon, from this post. Thanks for your rec. Actually, i read first season before and maybe season 2 too, i dont really remember though. But i didnt complete it before but after getting your message, i decided to give another chance and i recently restarted it and finished the whole story. Also you made me curious about which one you didnt like, lol, let me know. And Here’s my opinion about series;

First of all, art is good and characters are generally good too . Though i prefer romance as sub-plot more because when it become main plot, it has cliches. I think this story make certain post too quick, like characters moving on, changing mind and growing and falling in love happened to fast, to the point i find it unrealistic. Though, i would still say this story is far better than most romances, at least.

Season 1; I think this one was my less interested in. I hate love triangle and misunderstandings, and all that fake boyfrien thing so cliche but also, i really didnt root for main couple since Jaemin and Bomi had a thing. And i thought what Bomi did is so unfair to Seounhi, Jaemin and Jinyoung, it was really frustrating because i think it was selfish act so. And i kinda felt sad about it and i wasnt big fan of Jinyeong and his brutal honesty and rudeness. He is cute but dude needs to learn some manners. But other than that, they look good together so i didnt really hate it. But i kinda get bored and forced myself to continue. And another problem with this one is the way Bomi described her feelings for Jaemin and Jinyoung. She says she feels more comfortable with Jaemin while to her, Jinyoung is unexpected, make her explode etc...I mean, actually love is all about feeling comfort, not unexpected events or excitement, thats more like lust and crush but we can also say love is different to anyone so. The fact that she fall in love with Jinyeong cause he is more rude while Jaemin was just kind...I mean, she just said she fell in love with Jinyoung because she felt more comfortable with his honesty at last scene of spring season, just like she said before when she talked with Jaemin.

Season 2; This one might be my favorite. Ironically, summer is my favorite season too. At first, i thought it was gonna be Jaemin x Somang but it turn out to be about Hamin and Somang. And you might say, Hamin is also rude to her so i wouldnt like it but actually, i love them together a lot. Their interaction happens so naturally and its also funny. Also sad. Jaemin and Somang making connection together is also very nice too. Something i didnt like, ‘its everyone’s fault but noone’s fault’ speech. Like , i get what she was trying to say but honestly, it is Hamin’s parents and school’s fault for him ending up like that. They are responsible for what happenned to Hamin. Its nowhere near to Jaemin and Somang, they were innocent. Also i wish story showed Jaemin’s tension building up in spring season, it would be better. Btw, i also like the fact that Hamin didnt kill himself because he was just in darkness but because he witnessed the light he couldnt reach make him suicide because thats how mental illness works. We dont feel miserable until we saw some people have better. Thats so realistic. And as last, i wish Jaemin and Hamin didnt look too similar. I mean, they look like twins, i feel weird when i see him with Somang and others lol. And this also the season i started to warm up to Seonhui and other mcs because they were kinda annoying at start/first season.

Season 3; This one might be my second favorite. At first i was so sure that i wouldnt like it because Gaeul’s revenge plan and using his feelings, also the fact that he was kinda related to her bullying but i actually liked it because they were so good together. The chemistry...between serious mature girl and kinda silly dense boy. My only issues would be she became too comfortable with someone who is indirectly related to her bullying, like that kind of discomfort dont go that easiely. And bully girl's plan was too silly and it got destroyed too quickly, it was kinda unrealistic. And even though Gauel was already comfortable with Subin, what was the point of them breaking up? I wish at least we saw her discomfort with Subin’s presence so it would make more sense that her wanting a little time and space. And one more thing, i hate the idea that Subin had to take care of that bully kid, just because he was indirectly related to his bullying as child....because i disagree. He doesnt have to be friends with him/them, after all they did. Another couple of the autumn season, i actually ship Jaemin and Seonhui more but i kinda warmed up with the idea of Seonhui and Jaehyeon more at the end of fall season and winter season. Like, i kinda like them too because they are cute together.

Season 4; And the winter season. I was waiting for this one since the beginning to the point sometimes i couldnt focus on others because how can i, when there is a bullying at the background? So messed up. But i was actually disappointed with this season. Because even though, i am glad to see other main characters with happy moments, we hardly get Dongchae as main character. He deserved more screentimes, more narrative but he was like a side character in his own story. I was also very dissapointed in Jaemin in this season. He literally lost his brother because of bullying but he saw someone else is also dealing with it and he said its none of my business and only interested in because he fell in love with his sister....Eunchae is good girl, i get it but your brother is being bullied and you have time for romance with random dude you just met? It was actually frustrating to read because Dongchae was suffering to the point that he was planning to kill himself while everyone is being lovey-dovey. It was painful to read. Though, i love his connection with Hamin and everyone coming together to save him from suicide. But instead of last minute speech before he was about to kill himself, we could’ve get more effort. Because you cant change someone who wants to kill himself’s mind that easiely. I wish we saw all that small efforts for Dongchae and that saving scene would be the last one, the one that finally reach Dongchae’s hearth but it all happenned one time. Until that moment they all (later Jinyoung’s friend too) ignored him when they know what was happening, so it was so annoying and disappointing but generally, ending is good. I didnt really ship Eunchane and Jaemin, Gyuri and Dongchae etc. And i ship Somang only with Hamin, not with glasses friend of Subin. And i am glad that Subin and Gaeul meet again and end up together. Anddddd i must admit i love the speech of ‘if you dont know how to love yourself, i will teach you’. That was amazing.

This is all but there might be things i forgot to say so for now, thats it. Despite some of the issues etc, i did have good/sad/emotional etc times too. So i think it was worth to read and give it another chance so again, thanks for rec. it to me.

[ahaura]

lb for mando s3e1

anyway i still think its fucking stupid that the armorer declared din no longer mand on account of him taking of his helmet ONE TIME to say goodbye to HIS SON

DIN AND BABY TO THE RESCUEEEEEEEEEEE

i understand that the armorer is coming at this from like. having her entire people wiped out but the fact that din has to convince her that he CAN be redeemed is so silly like lil baby grogu TELL HER TELL YOUR DAD IS A MANDALORIAN

GROGU WANTING TO CUDDLE WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I GONNA CRY

grogu making the spinny chair spin my boy <3

yes im ignoring half the plot for my frog son what about it

i might be night picking but something about this feels so...wooden? idk maybe im just not feeling it

DIN? WANTING A DROID TO COME WITH HIM? CRAZEE

something something remember when anakin built threepio something something din choosing a droid that he can trust not with just his own life but his child's idk idk but i SEE it

oh my god that's probably straight out of din's nightmares like that nursery droid turned back into a killer trying to kill his son and all he can do is shoot and do nothing but it takes a metal bust of greef karga is to kill it. it never ends huh

GROGU GRABBING THE LIL DROIDSMITH AHAHAHAHAHAH

rip to karga trying to hire mando but no dice

IM SOBBING IM CRYING DIN IS TEACHING GROGU ABOUT WHAT IS TO BE A MANDALORIAN BECAUSES THATS HIS SON THAT HIS FAMILY AND ITS TRADITION WAAAAAAAAAAAAH

"you killed 4 of my brothers in cold blood" arent you like. a pirate. who also probably kills people. hes a bounty hunter what do you expect

"your cult gave up on us long before the purge" PRETTY SURE HE WAS A FUCKING CHILD? BITCH?

bo katan is soooooo funny "YOU are the reason our people fractured" pretty sure it started long before that like there was infighting there was civil war there was exile and THEN the empire decided to bomb mandalore and kill mandalorians en masse like there are multiple factors that contribute to the fracturing of the mandalorian people and the splintering of its culture but like. din isnt one of them lmao?????? but she is also a product of the horror that was the decimation of mandalore shes no different from the armorer on that front but what they DONT know is that there are supposed to be UNIVERSAL MANDALORIAN TENETS that BOND THEM TOGETHER in spite of OTHER DIFFERENCES because they have survived for thousands of years by DOING SO like i want to shake everyone in this show by the shoulders like in eu/legends lore even when separated by star systems and species and language mandalorians are supposed to be able to recognize each other by armor and speak mando'a and have the same 7 mando tenets (i think its 7 i'll have to check) its how theyve survived across countless years and obviously thats harder in practice especially after the civil war and the purge and what have you but you like. god i feel like a chihuahua trying to bite a chew toy to death

rip 2 bo katan for wallowing in her castle probably one of the few unscathed remnants of mandalorian architecture and engineering lounging on her throne doing absolutely nothing even when din says "ive come to join you" like i get it but...

anyway that was ep1 i dont really care about the plot im just here for fun and baby grogu and tin can man and i thought it was a bit wooden of an episode idk if thats me and my lack of enthusiasm but it didnt seem to have a lot of spark/love to it

ANYWAY

[littlebluejayy]

can you give me depth on their relationships with the cast 👉👈

im gonan fucking sob this didnt save give me a second to bawl i wrote like 18209128pages of information and closed my computer for the night and NONE of it saved im going to sob give me a moment to mourn

a moment later i am somewhat better lets see how much of this i remember

so zhiqian was in the cloud recesses the same time as lan wangji + wei wuxian, so naturally they had time to interact ajlksdfjlks ( i remember putting something moderately humorous here but i don't remember what it was and i am going to sob ) uhhh i remember talking abt how zhiqian's first like major interaction w wuxian was that one scene where lan qiren is asking him what the best method of subduing like a corpsoe or something is and he goes "okay but what if i manipulate the other corpses and make em. have a lil brawl" and zhiqian is like "hold on now.,, he kinda has a point. " he has a suffering moral compass

sooo zhiqian joins their little tomfoolery gang <- he's silly but is like the only one who actually keeps up w studies, not cause he finds it enjoyable he just wants to feel like he has some worth LMAOO as for zhiqians personality he's definitely the kind to be like manipulatingly blunt + also teasing when he knows you better

in short : wuxian + zhiqian the silliest billies !! unfortunately after wuxian . yk. gets killed zhiqian is like omg going insane he jsut died and then proceeds to lock himself in personal cultivation for 13 years !!!! that's so coquette core of him

as for lan wangji : tbf hes a headache but no so much a headache, not wuxian level and at times he is pretty placid like when he's at the library or painting or something ( dunno if this is like in the canon anywhere i forgot but yk how the lan family has that guqin action going on and wuxian has his little flute yeah well zhiqian plays the er hu because he's just cool like that )

i imagine the two of them actually atp whenever wuxian is off doing things a tad too silly for zhiqians tastes (..erotica) he and lan wangji will kinda just sit in the library in comfortable silence and occasionally raise questions about things they see in the readings. lan wangji probably views zhiqian as a intelligently capable but also chooses to be very stupid kind of person www

they probably kept somewhat in touch , or as touch as one can be when locked in this little cave room for 13 years but wangji was the only person informed of the self cultivation thing before zhiqian actually went into it (rip nie huaisang)

as for nie huaisang... ngl id feel like he bears some resentment towards zhiqian. ofc huaisang has always been compared to his older, more capable brothers, and he also feels incompetent in the fact that despite zhiqian also occasionally joining them in their shenanigans, he still manages to keep in lan qiren's somewhat favor and is supposedly smart without trying

the resnetment def grows worse during self cultivation. nie huaisang wasn't even informed about it and kinda just woke up one tuesday morning to see his brother. gone. and since mingjue is yk. deceased he has all this sprung onto him in a very unpleasant way. :((( in a sense he knows that zhiqian is mourning because he was close with wuxian too though

mingjue and zhiqian were defintiely the silliest. mingjue is the person to loudly judge you and zhiqian is the kind of person to quietly judge you with disgusted side glances! the two got together really well and even sparred together ( when mingjue was still alive ahhaha ).. zhiqian eventually ended up taking on mingjue's saber after his qi deviation death ( IT TALKS TO HIM BECAUSE OF UNSOLVED RESENTMENT. IT LOOKS LIKE HES INSANE BECAUSE HT ALKS TO HIMSELF BUT NOOOO HES TALKING TO THE LITTLE SWORD VOICE IN HIS HEAD )