#i'm going mad waiting for her jesus christ

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

y'all i promise i was GOING to brainrot about moth but then genshin dropped the teaser for the Arlecchino animated short and now my head is full of nothing but Father

[lovebvni]

repetition (a pick-a-pile)

in honor of my friends kai ( @klxudykai )and nile (who doesn’t want to be tagged), i want to do a little pap! this will be black white and purple themed for them too (their pfp colours)

i know both of them are going through cycles of repeating their actions over and over, and it is hard for them. i know it’s frustrating — hell i hate repetition. but you find peace in it.

this pick-a-pile is just advice for your manifesting and/or shifting journey. there is no real theme, but i asked spirit to bring up something you need to repeat for each pile.

this pap is intuition and shufflemancy-based. i am not using tarot nor cards at all for this. this is also for entertainment purposes. take my words with a grain of salt AND please do not use this as legal or life advice.

now, inhale and exhale. believe in your intuition, and pick a picture.

[1 ; 2

3 ; 4]

pile 1 the spiral.

hi pile 1! here’s confirmation for your pile : cycles, crying, cynical, the letter c (in your name of in the name of your significant other. casey and clark stand out.), puns, clairaudience, crown, clowns, (a lot of words w the letter c jesus christ..), underwater, drowning, sinking, the sea, oceans, water (s), fix your face, black, sexism, activist, reality shifter, cyclones, spirals, “i feel like im not seeing any signs/progress”

well pile one, you could feel like you are stuck in a cycle. just a torpedo and you’re getting hit with the same things over and over. you’re wondering why things aren’t changing, why this won’t end, but it’s because YOU won’t change. this is the harshest i think i have ever been in a pick a card, but you really need to get over yourself. realize you aren’t the person you should be, throw that person away and reinvent yourself. you want a lot in life, and you aren’t going to get it if you don’t decide to change yourself. the universe chose you for a reason, but if you keep having your own pity party, you aren’t gonna get anywhere. stop getting mad when you’re being told the truth. it isn’t there to hurt you. it’s there to help you. the truth is a tool. and as long as you keep ignoring it, you keep hiding from the monster inside your closet, it’s never gonna leave. it’s gonna haunt you. it’s like a negative spirit. lure it out and keep it coming. it is gonna hurt, but it’s worth it.

your required repetition is “continue to listen and change yourself. transformation.”

the waiting season is one where you need to work, don’t keep sulking.

now to interpreting your song, her by poppy. you have been trying to be someone else that you are not, for someone else. the chorus

“I'm getting to know her And all of her anger You won't recognize her If you encountered I'm getting to know her And all of her anger Picked herself up Put her back together”

you need to change and you know it, and you don’t know how. start with your anger, your sadness, a strong emotion and unravel it. unwrap it like a gift. keep pulling to you get to the root of the cause — hold it.. nurture it… and get the mud off it.

see this as a new start, pile one. i love you. you need to know you’re strong, and you can do this. don’t get annoyed, because i know you’ve been told this before. fix your face.

pile 2 ghouls

hello pile 2! here’s confirmation this is your pile!!: fairies, love, purple, green, heart chakra and third eye chakra, shadows, “on a silver platter”, polite, scars, romance, sacred, girl blogger, skull and bones, doja cat, fear of success, screaming, pink, sexuality, white, sensuality, fire and ice, opposites, blood, self sabotage, royalty, alternative, goth, knight, disability, multilingual, this specific dynamic, vampire

simplicity. simplify everything. that’s all spirit is saying. don’t over complicate things. that’s like all spirit is saying u guys 😭😭

they r literally saying clear your mind, just be the person you are meant to be. listen to your intuition, be creative, have love in your heart, even when times are hard, and let emotions flow.

spirit told me your manifestations are actively coming in 😭😭 idek why you’re reading this pac! like there are no notes, nothing else you need to do. just listen to your intuition and be in tune with yourself. god i love this pile bc yall r js so sweet and light hearted — like there’s so much hidden positivity here that’s waiting to come out.

good job on how far you’ve come, and hav fun where you’re going! love you pile 2!

pile 3 — unclear memory

hi pile 3! here’s your confirmation: “even a worm will turn”, disappointment, ditsy, protector, big eyes, proposal, hobbit core, hermitcraft, minecraft, silence, under another’s control, blush, light colours (pastels), resting, new opportunities, distractions, distant, chapell roan, wlw.

you’re over possessive but you cut out your heart. or someone else cut it out. you need to get your priorities straight. there’s so much going on in your brain. they all lead to the same thing, don’t they? like how a spider web meets in the middle.

you’re sad, i can tell, but you won’t let anyone know. you think you’ve done enough, or even too much, but in reality you’ve been distracted. you’re trying to hide your main in overworking. doing too much.

your repeating advice is “get back on track and focus on your morals”.

but dont become some else. become yourself. stop holding grudges. get yourself back.

pile 4 — kisses

hi pile 4! here’s confirmation this is your pile: shadow work, brooklyn nine-nine, wolf pack, furry, july, suicidal but continuing, height difference, jumbled thoughts, flowers, blue and pink, wash off the makeup, ombré, counting crows poem.

this is my dogs favorite song 😭😭

pile four, you have been looking for outer validation when you don’t need it. you’re searching for signs, for love, for confirmation you’re on the right path when you really jay need yourself. you’re putting yourself down and other people/the universe on a pedestal. YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE!! REALIZE THAT!

what you say goes. what you want will happen. and that’s that.

your advice is as follows ; “you need to just rest.”

and i think that’s great advice. sit down and relax. listen to music, meditate, be at peace. work on yourself. try journaling too!! it will help.

thank yall for reading!! <3 i hope this helps someone. finishing this at 5:55 pm btw!!

[steddieas-shegoes]

i love you enough

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'roadtrip/vacation' rated m wc: 995 cw: nightmare, implied sexual content tags: friends to lovers, getting together, love confessions, first kiss, loosest way to reference vacation is staying in a hotel

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"Steve...Steve!"

His eyes opened wide as Eddie's hands shook him awake.

"Jesus Christ, man. I thought I'd have to push you off the bed," Eddie sighed, his hold on Steve's shoulders loosening but not going away.

"Sorry," Steve gasped, his breath caught in his chest like he was about to have a panic attack.

This nightmare had been different.

Instead of Robin dying under the mall, it was Eddie. Instead of Steve being able to convince the Russians that he should be taken, Eddie convinced them he knew all they needed to know.

It was the exact type of falling on the sword Eddie would do.

Steve's eyes landed on Eddie, who was watching him silently, looking like he was doing his best not to cry.

"Eds? You okay?" Steve's voice cracked.

"Shit, are you?" Eddie asked back, letting out a disbelieving laugh.

"Yeah, sorry I woke you up."

"You're kidding, right?"

Eddie looked mad. He sounded mad.

"No, I'm really sorry. I know you don't sleep so great, either, so," Steve shrugged. "I wouldn't blame you if you wanna go down the hall to the girls' room."

Eddie blinked at him, silence making the air feel thick with an awkwardness they hadn't had between them in months.

And then Eddie's hands were cupping his face, almost lovingly.

"Do you ever think about how other people care about you?" Eddie asked, barely more than a whisper. "Or how seeing you suffer and then apologize for it breaks our hearts?"

Steve's mouth was opening and closing like a fish, searching Eddie's eyes for the answer he wanted.

"You have no idea how much people love you, do you?" Eddie's forehead rested against Steve's.

"I-"

"Stevie. I need you to listen to me." Eddie breathed out slowly. "I can't imagine how much you've seen. I know you've told me, and I've seen some of it myself, but half of the shit you've done? Just to keep everyone safe? And you keep seeing it in nightmares all the time. It never goes away. You're so strong. You get up every day and go to work, and cart the kids around, and bring me to appointments, and cook dinner for me and Wayne, and help Robin with her girl problems, and then you go to bed and have to worry about what monsters will be waiting for you. And then you wake up the next day and pretend it didn't happen, but we all know it did. I know it did."

Steve sniffled.

"And here I am, shaking in the corner of my bed because I think I hear a noise outside my window one time." They both let out a laugh, but Eddie continued before Steve could interrupt. "I was scared. I tried waking you up when you first started making noises. You sounded like you were hurt. And then you said Dustin's name and I could feel you shaking. And then-"

"And then I said your name."

Eddie nodded.

Steve placed his hands at Eddie's neck, almost mirroring Eddie.

"You died. But it was the Russians. You convinced them you knew something to distract them from me and the kids, but you didn't so they just kept...they-" He let out a sob as tears fell down his cheeks. "They did to you what they were gonna do to me."

"Oh, sweetheart."

Eddie's lips were on his.

It shouldn't be happening like this, a part of Steve thought.

It should be romantic and sweet, maybe after a date where Steve used all the charm he's been saving just for Eddie, maybe when the reason for the wetness against their cheeks was because of rain instead of tears.

But in a way, it was always going to be like this: admitting too much at the wrong time, saving each other from pain.

Regardless of all the ways it should be and all the ways he wished for it to be, it was perfect.

When Eddie pulled away, he let out a small laugh.

"Robin said this would happen as soon as I said I was staying in your room."

"She said I would have a nightmare that left us both crying and kissing in a bed that is definitely big enough for us to not be cuddling, but we definitely were?" Steve asked with a smirk. "She's good, but I don't think she's that good."

"Oh, shut up," Eddie lightly smacked his shoulder. "You know what I meant."

He did. She'd said the same to him.

"Well, maybe if you hold my hand, I'll be able to fall back asleep?" Steve suggested.

"Yeah, I could do that. Or..."

"Or?"

"Or I could..."

"You could?"

Eddie nipped his bottom lip.

"I could kiss you in...other places..."

"Eds, just say what you wanna do," Steve giggled.

"Fine! I could suck you off so you can sleep!" Eddie laughed.

"You could do that, yeah," Steve nodded, pretending that wasn't enough to rile him up.

"I could. If you want."

"Is it just to help me fall asleep?" Steve asked, suddenly nervous that this wasn't anything more than helping out a friend.

"If I wasn't completely clear before: I love you. I love you enough to sacrifice myself in your nightmares, I love you enough to do stupid physical therapy sessions that I hate because you get sad when I don't go, I love you enough to make Robin take a room with Nancy and Jonathan so I could stay right here with you, and I love you enough to suck your dick to help you sleep."

Steve snorted.

"Be my guest, then," he gestured down at his lap, watching Eddie literally lick his lips.

Just when Eddie was breathing against his stomach, ready to move further down, Steve stopped him.

"Wait!" Eddie looked up at him, eyes wide. "I love you, too. Need you to know that."

Fondness poured from Eddie as he pressed a kiss to Steve's stomach.

"I know, sweetheart."

[teawithnosugar]

hiii! loooove your writing <3

Would you ever write a one-shot where reader has a bf but is sneaking around with Ellie and Ellie finally gets fed up with it, like why don’t you just leave him?? But then we find out reader is too afraid to dump him because maybe he hurts/threatens reader?

Idk I feel like this could sting but in the best way 🫣

Not Too Late

Ellie x Reader

CW: angst/comfort....I think, abuse, cheating WORDS: 0.9k SYNOPSIS: You aren't as unreasonable as Ellie originally thought SONG: Lover, You Should've Come Over - Jeff Buckley

"Maybe I'm too young To keep good love from going wrong"

AN: I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, I KNOW I USUALLY GIVE SAD ENDINGS BUT IT FELT WRONG TO NOT GIVE THIS ONE A SOMEWHAT HAPPY END

“Jesus Christ, I remember this…” Ellie said with a grin as she looked at one of the pictures in the photo album you were holding. Together, bare on your bed, you nestled between her legs, her chin resting tenderly upon your shoulder. The warmth of her breath caressed your skin as she nuzzled her nose beneath your ear. You were both looking at pictures from your teenage years, specifically a picture you took with Ellie asleep on your shoulder while both Jesse and Dina drew on her face. You had been friends for years, madly in love for the majority of it. You giggled, smile faltering once you looked outside, the sun was setting which meant your boyfriend Dan would be home soon because unfortunately, the moment you and Ellie confessed your love for each other was 2 months into your relationship with a guy who was relatively new to Jackson.

“Why…why are you still with him?” Ellie asked softly. You both loved each other, she knew you didn’t love him, and you knew she was bound to ask this question sooner or later.

“It’s complicated Els-” 

“It’s not,” you began, only to be interrupted by her swift retort, her tone laced with an icy edge. She was right, you both knew it and she’s been patient with you for the past few months, she had given you the grace of time, patiently awaiting the words you never uttered. 

She untangled herself from you, standing up and picking up her clothes from the floor and starting to dress up. “Els please, give me time-”

“I’ve given you 9 goddamn months Y/N. If you were staying with him because you were pregnant you would’ve given birth by now. Why don’t you just leave him?”

She asked coldly, tying her shoes as she finished dressing up. You stayed quiet, hugging your knees tightly as you stared at the messy sheets. Words lingered on the tip of your tongue, desperate to reveal the way he wields his words like weapons, threatening your very existence. You stayed quiet because, your mind, painting vivid images of the horrors he would inflict on you if you even told him you wanted to leave.

She groaned frustratedly at your silence, walking out of your house and slamming the door shut. You sobbed softly as you started dressing up. She always came back to you after arguments, so you weren’t worried about that. You were just sad because you were hurting her.

When Dan came home, he immediately noticed a flannel on the floor, it wasn’t yours and it sure as hell wasn’t his. There’s no way you got it recently, you had been home for weeks, waiting for the bruises he gave you during your last fight to fade. It’s the reason Ellie even came over, she missed you, and now you missed her.

His fists struck with a brutal force, knocking you to the floor. Frozen in fear, you lay there, limp and defenseless—your body's automatic response. He unbuckled his belt then used it as a whip, the deafening sound the leather made against your skin filled your ears. Shades of crimson danced upon your flesh, an artist's palette of pain. And still, he persisted. When the belt had worn out its cruel dance, he returned to using his bare fists. Amidst the assault, thoughts slithered, attempting to justify his actions, to find reason in this madness. ’Maybe I’m disappointing him? Sometimes men get carried away when they feel like they should be having fun’ Such thoughts whispered in the recesses of your mind, clinging desperately to a semblance of understanding.

Minutes stretched into an eternity as you lay on the floor, broken and bruised. Tentatively, you rose, your trembling form cleaning the bloodstains from the floor, your body seeking refuge beneath the cascading water of the shower. This had become your grim reality—a cycle where beatings transformed from rare occurrences to nightly rituals upon Dan's return. He drained you of strength, providing the bare minimum sustenance required for survival, keeping you physically weak, your spirit tethered.

Days melted into one another, your existence confined to a bedridden state, waiting for Dan's return, awaiting his whims and desires. Initially, your thoughts lingered upon the pain you caused Ellie, but as your senses dulled over the weeks, those thoughts waned. They were replaced by an ache, a longing to see her face, to feel her presence. Dan's venomous threats reverberated in your ears, yet whenever you closed your eyes, all you could see was Ellie, her face shining like a beacon in the darkness.

She’ll come back, she always comes back.

Exhaustion seeped into your bones, prompting you to seek solace in sleep, still dressed in your sweater and pajamas. You saw her beautiful face, leaning close, whispering words that were muffled by the buzzing in your ears. A tender smile graced your lips as you beheld her beauty, there was no sight more enchanting. Once the grogginess and the buzzing in your ears faded, you realized this wasn’t a dream.

“Baby are you okay? Can you hear me?”

“Els…?”

If you were in the right state, you would have enveloped her in your arms, holding her close. You would have nestled into her chest as she gently lifted you up. You would’ve seen Dan’s unconscious body by the doorframe of your bedroom. You would’ve noticed the relief on her face because she realized just how much worse you would’ve been if she hadn’t mustered up the courage to try talking to you again. You would’ve noticed the tears threatening to fall down her face because she wasn’t too late.

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

I'm Your Man - Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal x OFC - Chapter 3

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |-| Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19

AO3

Summary: In the wake of a terrible loss, the arrival of a new airman at Thorpe Abbotts promises to change the trajectory of Frankie's life forever

Warnings: Death, grief

Word Count: 3.9k

Tags: @mads-weasley @xxluckystrike @curaheehee @footprintsinthesxnd @dcyllom @storysimp @latibvles

A/N: HE'S HEREEEE 🗣🗣🗣

It was dark in the mechanics' hut, the lights kept off during the day to preserve power, but the overcast nature of the afternoon did nothing to light the space from the outside. Hours had passed since the pilots had left, and although Frankie was never made privy to the specifics of their missions, she could tell by the amount of fuel that had been requested that they were going far, much further than they ever had before. There was not a man among them who hadn't seemed to have a dark cloud over his head as they had prepared to depart that morning.

She and Lemmons sat on the floor together, backs propped up against the wall, both too troubled by worry to work. Frankie had an old fashion magazine in her lap, and they passed the time by flicking through each section and poking fun at a myriad of ugly sweaters and ridiculous hats.

"Those are nice," Ken stated, pointing at a pair of green brogued shoes.

"Seriously? I think they're garish."

He shrugged. "My Fonda has some like it. They look nice on her."

She let out a low whistle, teasingly nudging his side as his face turned bright red, a satisfied smile curling his lips. For a boy as young as he was, he sure loved Fonda. Frankie had noticed the heart-shaped locket that hung from his neck the very first day they'd worked together, but it had taken weeks for him to let her have a look inside. It must have been nice to be loved the way she was.

The magazine was losing its charm. It had been over an hour, and they were running out of pages. With a huff, she tossed it across the room, landing in a heap of crumpled pages underneath the table. Ken looked over at her, raising a brow.

She shrugged. "Bored. Want a cigarette?"

Without waiting for an answer, Frankie dug around in her pocket and produced two loose, slightly bent cigarettes, passing one to Lemmons. She lit hers swiftly, taking in an inhale of smoke. He rolled his between his fingers, never bothering to light it. Sometimes she forgot he didn't smoke.

"I'm gonna take you for a drink tonight. We deserve it."

"I'm nineteen."

Frankie stared at him for a long moment. "...So?"

"So, I can't drink."

"Jesus Christ. Welcome to England mate, you might be the only nineteen-year-old currently in the country who doesn't already have a drinking problem."

He opened his mouth to respond, but before the words could emerge they were interrupted by a rapid knocking at the door. Far from the usual pounding thuds the men usually used, this knock was delicate, polite, but its urgency set Frankie's heart to beating twice as fast.

Scrambling to her feet, she rushed for the door, tossing her cigarette into the ashtray on the table as she passed. Hauling it open, a wave of nausea coursed through her as she saw George standing outside, hair damp from the drizzle, tie pulled loose away from her neck, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

"Wh-" Frankie trailed off as she slammed into her, gripping her in the tightest hug she'd ever felt. As she wrapped her arms around George's back, she could feel her shaking beneath her palms.

George let out one sob after another, face buried in Frankie's shoulder as her tears soaked the fabric of her coveralls. Looking back over at Lemmons, their gazes met in wide-eyed expressions of anxiety, and if George hadn't been crying so loudly Frankie was sure the thumping of her heart would've been audible.

"George- George," She spoke firmly, hands pressed to George's cheeks as she forced her to meet her eye. To be so harsh to a woman who needed nothing but softness ripped a hole through her, the guilt churning her stomach, but she needed to know. "Tell me what happened."

She nodded hurriedly, wiping her tears away with the backs of her hands. "They made it to Africa - we started getting messages through about an hour ago, but, uh..." George's lip trembled, and she sucked in a long, haggard breath. "Curt's dead, Frankie."

Lemmons let out some sort of strangled gasp as Frankie felt all of the blood drain from her face. For a moment she didn't know how to process the words, she just knew she needed to hold George - to hold her tight, tighter than anyone ever had. There was not an inch between them as she stroked a gentle hand through her golden hair, trying with all her might to keep breathing as she felt a warm tear roll down her cheek.

Over George's shoulder, she spied Ken making for the door, a frown casting a shadow over his boyish face. He met her eyes, and she offered him a nod, freeing him from the scene so he could inevitably tell the others.

The two women held each other for a long moment, Frankie's chin burrowed against George's collar. When she finally spoke, it was little more than a hoarse whisper, her throat suddenly dry as a bone.

"...And Bucky?"

Sniffing loudly, George pulled back, shaking her head. "No, no, he's okay. He made it to Algeria." Frankie hadn't released she was holding her breath until she let it escape her, raising a hand to cover her mouth as she nodded.

"Yeah? Yeah. Alright," She could worry about the others later - for now, knowing Egan was alive was enough to settle her drumming heart. "You need to go home, ok? You need to rest."

"My shift's not over, I still have to-"

"I am gonna walk up there myself and tell them you're not coming back today. Not tomorrow, neither. And if they've got a problem with that they can take it up with me - believe me, I don't give a shit if I take an insubordination charge over this."

A tearful smile broke out across George's face, holding onto Frankie's hand as it cupped her cheek. "Tangling with you? I don't fancy their chances."

Frankie chuckled, pulling her into one last hug and pressing her lips firmly to her temple. "Go, go. I'll see you soon, ok?"

"Yeah," She whispered against her neck, reaching out to squeeze her hand as she broke the hug, stepping backwards towards the door and disappearing.

As soon as she was alone, Frankie sucked in a long, laboured breath, collapsing into one of the rickety chairs that surrounded the table in the middle of the room. Doubling forward, she lay her head in her hands, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes as she focused on taking one breath after the next.

Since the war had begun, she had been cycling through phases of fear and calm, letting herself slip into the all too comfortable belief that it couldn't touch her here - couldn't take from her as long as she was home, as long as she was safe.

But God, how the world kept proving her wrong.

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Almost a month had passed. Every mission took a toll, but the trip that had killed Curtis Biddick seemed to hang heavier than any other ever had.

Or perhaps it just seemed that way because of George.

Some nights Frankie would stay up late, rubbing exhaustion from her eyes as she fought to stay awake long enough to finish a chapter of her book, lit by the dim bulb of her bedside lamp. And then in the darkness she would hear a rustling, a casting aside of the course, army-issue bedsheets, and feel a weight press into the mattress beside her as George slipped under the covers, silently resting her head against Frankie's shoulder. She liked to listen to her heartbeat on the nights she felt most alone - when she felt the farthest from home, the most separated from the boy she almost loved - it brought her comfort to listen to that telltale sign of life radiating from the person closest to her. She had someone, and that was enough to live with.

Frankie had liked Curt, but she hadn't known him well. Sometimes she wished she had, if only so that she wouldn't feel so guilty, comforting her best friend over a loss she no longer felt so keenly. Instead, all she could do was softly whisper the words she was reading to her, and let her mere presence be the comfort as they both drifted off to sleep.

It had grown warm overnight, and the humidity combined with the heat of George's body burrowed close next to hers left Frankie slick with sweat by the time she woke up, her hair sticking to her neck in damp strands. Peeling the covers away as she clambered out of bed, careful not to disturb her sleeping friend, she made a beeline for the showers, hoping to wash away the unpleasant, sticky sensation that coated her skin. She was used to evening showers after a long day's work, and it felt strange to stare down at the hot water rolling off of her body and see it come away clear, clean, not streaked with the dirt and oil she was often coated with by the time she made it home each night.

Wringing her hair out with a towel as she made her way out of the bathroom, Frankie dodged the other women emerging from their beds as she reached her own area, her coveralls and workboots waiting for her on a nearby chair. George had moved back to her own bed, carefully removing each of the curlers she meticulously applied every night, just like all of the other servicewomen who were afforded the luxury of working indoors, a far cry from Frankie's reality. It wasn't that Frankie didn't like to dress up - she loved the chance to do her hair and makeup, to dress up and feel pretty for once - it just wasn't a practicality her profession afforded. Her hair needed to be out of the way, and it made no sense to waste money on makeup that would be ruined by sweat and grime within the hour.

"If Dye makes it back, there'll be a party tonight," George stated, watching her reflection as she looped her tie into a knot. "You gonna go?"

"Uh," Frankie considered this for a moment, sniffing her coveralls from the previous day and grimacing at the smell, switching them out for a clean pair. "Nah, not tonight, I don't think. I've already got some outstanding stuff from the last few days that needs sorting, it's gonna be a busy one."

"Alright, I'll see if Sandra and Helen are going."

"I'm glad you're going," Frankie smiled.

George's gaze turned to her, and she considered this for a moment before shrugging. "Can't sit here forever."

It was a fact that didn't need dwelling on, and Frankie wouldn't patronise her with praise. This was just the way their lives worked now. One by one, the women in their hut finished getting ready and left for their various jobs until Frankie was the only one left, locking up the front door as she exited. The burn that had scorched her palm had long since healed, leaving a mottled pink scar across her hand, but she could clutch the handlebars of her bike without pain now, so she had returned to her morning ritual of cycling as fast as she physically could to the airstrip, revelling in the feeling of the warm morning air blowing through her hair.

Dye's plane was swooping in as she arrived, and Frankie couldn't help but smile at the chorus of whoops and cheers that pierced the air, flight and ground crews alike lining the runway to await his valiant return. Twenty-five missions. She could barely fathom it. For as long as she could remember, planes like this had been her life, but she'd never flown in one - Dye had done it twenty-five times. The number boggled her, a reality so close to and yet so distinctly separate from her own.

"Frankie!" Lemmons called over from where he was sitting with a few of the local boys. The village kids had taken a shine to the young mechanic, and she found she rather enjoyed their presence, childish wit relieving the strain of their long working hours. She crossed the grass towards them as he spoke up again. "Gonna replace the panelling on the bombers from last week, you in?"

She shook her head, batting a hand dismissively. "Nah, you go enjoy the celebrations with the others, I'll handle it."

He frowned, a crease appearing between his brows. "You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure, I hardly even know Dye, I'm not missing out. Take the night off, you deserve it."

A smile began to spread across his expression. "Well thanks, Frankie."

"No worries. Hey - did we get that delivery of rivets that was meant to come in?" Lemmons shook his head, and she shrugged. "Don't worry about it, I'll take a list to the boss of everything we need."

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It was growing dark, a work light on the tarmac illuminating one of the B-17 engines as she worked away at it, a pile of scattered tools littering the ground from where she had tried and failed to toss them back into her toolbox without paying proper attention. She could hear the muffled music far off in the distance, the lights from the party casting a golden reflection against the clouds like a beacon in the night. Tightening one of the bolts, Frankie prayed to herself that George was having fun.

The sound of footsteps approaching from behind alerted her to sudden company, but she was too engrossed in her work to turn. Besides, she could already guess who it was.

"Heya, Frankie," Bucky's voice came, and she suppressed a smirk at the accuracy of her prediction.

"Evenin'."

"We missed you at the party," He stated.

"Busy," She replied, letting out a grunt as she pinched the skin of her thumb with her wrench, flapping her hand for a moment to relieve the pain.

"Just came to see ya 'cause I don't think you've met Rosie yet."

Frankie let out a sigh, sliding her wrench into her pocket, speaking as she began to turn. "Bucky, if you boys have got yourselves another fucking dog, I swear-"

There was another man there, standing next to Egan, blue eyes watching her as she stumbled over her words, trailing to an awkward stop. She had a smear of oil across her forehead from where she had absent-mindedly wiped the sweat from her brow with a filthy hand, and Bucky pursed his lips tightly as he tried not to laugh.

"Not a dog," Rosie stated, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smile.

"No," She breathed, snapping herself out of her awkwardness. "No, uh, sorry - Frankie, I'm Frankie," Holding out her hand to shake, she noticed its filthiness and grimaced, swiftly retracting it.

"Frankie's one of our mechanics," Egan explained. "She'd be happiest if we fired the rest of the ground crew and let her do the whole thing herself."

"But then who'd clean the dog shit and vomit out for me, eh?" Frankie shrugged, a pink spatter colouring her cheeks. Bucky almost frowned, taken aback by her uncharacteristically awkward demeanour.

"Look, I promised Buck I'd only be gone five minutes, so," He looked down at his watch, shrugging.

"No, no, that's fine, you have a good night," Frankie smiled, wiping her dirty palms on the sides of her trousers.

Bucky turned to leave, pausing for a moment. "Rosenthal?"

"Oh, no, I was gonna head off anyway, thanks Major," Rosie nodded, and they lingered in silence for a moment after Egan left, his silhouette disappearing into the darkness down the runway.

"Sorry I thought you were a dog," She chuckled slightly, breaking the quiet as she rubbed her thumb where she'd pinched the skin, a red mark forming.

"Well," Rosie shrugged, standing with his hands in his pockets. "Been called worse."

Frankie smiled, a flash of teeth in her grin as she glanced back at the engine for a moment, the great thing looming over her in its frame. "And... sorry Bucky dragged you all the way out here, I'm sure the party is much more interesting, and-"

"Hey, you don't have to apologise," He shook his head. With the work light shining on them, it seemed to cast a halo around her head, brown hair running golden along its edges. Even covered in filth, she must've been one of the prettiest girls he'd seen in... well, he couldn't quite recall. "How long have you been out here?"

"Uh, what time is it - eight?"

Rosie let out a laugh. "Gone midnight."

"Jesus Christ," She flashed him a tired grin. "Shit, I missed dinner."

"Well," He shrugged. "I am a Captain. Sure we can find something."

"You're on," Frankie agreed, the empty feeling in her stomach suddenly amplified once she realised how long it had been since she'd eaten. "Although, I'd better clean up first," She noted, wiping her hands on one of the engine rags.

"By the way, you've got a little-" Rosie gestured to his own forehead.

"Oh, shit," Frankie muttered, reaching up with the rag and just managing to miss the oil stain. He let out a chuckle, stepping forward.

"Here, lemme just-" She offered up the rag, and he dabbed at the stain, which less went away than it did smudge even more. He furrowed his brow as he tried to get rid of it, and she couldn't help but let out a laugh at the sheer concentration in his expression, their faces far closer than she would ever usually allow with a man she'd only just met. But there was something endearing in him, something safe. "I think... I think I got it."

"Thanks," Frankie chuckled, taking back the rag and stepping back towards the Nissen hut. "I'm just gonna wheel this engine inside and wash the crap off my hands, then we can go."

"I await your return, milady," Rosie nodded, smile turning to a cringe as she turned away from him. What was that? Don't say that!

She smiled to herself as she entered the hut, her pleased expression turning to a grimace as she got a waft of herself, the twelve-hour shift out in the sun making itself known. Oh shit.

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The mess hall was completely deserted, the only light coming from the kitchens as Frankie waited patiently for Rosie to return. He had volunteered to go and scrounge for food, confident that his rank would protect them if they were discovered, and she grinned as he returned, proudly carrying a large tin of peaches and a couple of bars of ration chocolate.

"Oh, perfect. Midnight feast," She beamed, taking a seat on one of the long benches that lined the tables as he sat down opposite, producing a tin opener from his pocket.

"Food fit for kings, I'd say," Rosie agreed, wrestling with the peaches for a moment until he was able to break the lid. Producing two forks, Frankie held one out to him, using her own to skewer a slice of the orange fruit.

"I'd just like to preface this by saying that I don't usually smell like this... actually, I do," She admitted, picking at some dirt stuck beneath her nail.

"Hey, I'm not judging - you wouldn't either once you'd smelled the inside of our flight suits," He shrugged, and she let out a huff of laughter, chewing on her peach slices, a droplet of sweet juice running down her lip. "So... how long've you been a mechanic?"

"Dad's been running an auto repair shop at home since before I was born, I grew up on it," Frankie explained, skewering another slice with one hand as she unwrapped her chocolate bar with the other. "He wanted to go over to France, help fix army jeeps, but he lost his foot in the Great War so they won't take him - I was born when he was away, see, he'd been over there for six months or so when a shell went off and he lost it. So the cars were all we had. I switched to planes when I was about fifteen - bit of an impractical hobby, but I've read every single book on it they had in Stratford library," She chuckled.

"Stratford... Shakespeare, right?"

Her brow raised. "Yeah. Right. Y'know I think the only good thing about this war is that the tourist buses have stopped coming around," She joked, and Rosie laughed, nodding along as he ate. Why was she telling him all this? In the last hour, he'd found out more about her than Bucky or Lemmons had in months. But she found she didn't feel embarrassed telling him any of it, the words just flowed naturally.

They sat there in the dim mess hall eating peaches until they started to feel sick, the hands of Rosie's watch ticking steadily past 1am by the time they left, making sure to hide all evidence of their midnight raid. It had begun to rain by the time they stepped out into the night air, and before Frankie could utter a single word of complaint he had shrugged off his uniform jacket and given it to her to hold over her head, her own makeshift shelter whilst his own curls fell flat, the water leaving dark streaks down his shirt.

"Are you sure about this?" She asked for what must have been the third time as they reached the end of her row of Nissen huts, Rosie's hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, his skin almost visible through the drenched state of his clothes.

"I said stop asking," He assured her, nodding confidently despite the visible trembling in his shoulders.

"I'm just worried I'm gonna ruin your jacket."

"Well, it'd die for a worthy cause."

Frankie grinned, slowing to a stop as she reached the front door of her hut. The lights were all off inside, not a single sign of life as her bunkmates enjoyed their well-earned sleep. When she spoke again, it was in whispers, careful not to wake them even despite the hammering of rain against the metal roof.

"Thank you for dinner, it was... unexpected."

"Very," Rosie nodded in agreement, mirroring her smile. She handed over his jacket, and he folded it, tucking it beneath his arm, already well past its usefulness.

"Tomorrow's gonna be a rough morning."

"Take the day off, have a lie-in, you deserve it."

She raised a brow, and he laughed. "You know I won't."

"I suspected as much," He agreed, nodding firmly. "G'night, Frankie."

"Goodnight."

Frankie slipped carefully inside, cautious not to make a sound as she crept over to her bed, stripping off her wet coveralls as she reached quickly for her nice, warm pyjamas.

When George's whispered voice broke the silence, she swore she almost had a heart attack. "You've been... working?"

"Something like that," Frankie shrugged, taking the fact she was awake as a sign of consent to turn her lamp on, giving her the light she needed to untie her boots. "Have you met the new Captain?"

"Who, Rosenthal? No. Why?"

She didn't answer for a long moment, buttoning up her pyjama shirt before flicking off the lamp, plunging the room into total darkness as she climbed beneath the blankets, letting out a satisfied sigh at the warmth.

"He's nice."

George let the silence simmer for a moment, her tone laced with suspicion. "... Right."

[bloodylullaby]

Give Me Something Beautiful

Summary: Morrigan's ordinary life takes an extraordinary turn when Noah Sebastian, the lead singer of Bad Omens, stumbles upon her quaint little shop, adorned with her captivating photography. Intrigued by her talent and drawn to her genuine spirit, Noah invites Morrigan to capture the essence of his band's concert through her lens. As they spend time together, their initial friendship blossoms into a deep and meaningful connection, fueled by their shared love for art and music. Despite the challenges they face as their worlds collide, Morrigan and Noah navigate the complexities of fame and intimacy, ultimately finding solace and strength in each other's arms. Through their journey from strangers to lovers, they discover that amidst life's chaos, true beauty lies in the simple moments shared between two souls who are destined to be together.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OC

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 2421

MasterList

Chapter Two

"Shit," I muttered under my breath as I dashed down the sidewalk, raindrops pelting my skin. I was running seriously behind schedule. My father's impromptu return from a golfing trip had derailed my plans, his endless chatter about the perfect golfing conditions delaying me until 6:40. With barely any time to spare, I sprinted the five minutes back to my apartment, frantically throwing on a black lace-bustier cami top, ripped black skinny jeans, and my trusty pair of Demonias platform boots. 

I left my shoulder-length, black and purple hair in its natural curly state, opting for speed over styling. By the time I managed to get dressed, it was already 7, leaving me no choice but to rush out the door and make a mad dash for my car in the back lot. The drive to the theater was surprisingly smooth, but finding a parking spot proved to be a challenge, eating up precious minutes as I circled the area in search of a vacant spot.

Frustration surged through me as I finally found a parking spot in a garage a mile and a half away. Consulting my phone for the time, I took a deep breath before popping open the trunk of my car to retrieve my camera bag. Midway through the parking garage, a sinking realization hit me like a ton of bricks—I had left my keys in the ignition. Panic surged as I hastily turned on my heel, racing back to my car. However, my frustration only intensified when I reached my vehicle, only to find another car parked so close to my driver's side door that opening it without denting theirs seemed impossible. 

With an exasperated huff, I popped open the trunk once more. Thankfully, my car boasted a hatchback, providing a precarious but feasible entry point. Clambering into the trunk, I grappled with the task of folding down the back seat. Minutes ticked by as I wrestled with the stubborn mechanism, determination fueling my efforts. Finally, with a triumphant grunt, I managed to coerce the seat down, granting me access to the interior of my car. Retrieving my keys, I exhaled a sigh of relief, grateful that my absent-mindedness hadn't resulted in a complete catastrophe. Emerging from the confines of my vehicle, I carefully reorganized my belongings before securing the car and setting off once more, this time with a renewed sense of urgency propelling my steps.

I glanced at my phone, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me as I saw that it was almost 7:30. "Jesus Christ, why does everything have to go wrong when I'm excited about something?" I muttered to myself, my irritation mounting. After cracking my neck and ensuring I had all my gear, I hoisted my camera bag onto my shoulder and set off in a brisk jog.

Arriving at the theater didn't take too long, but my heart sank as I came to a halt, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The line stretched around the corner and further down the street, a daunting sight that left me feeling bewildered and overwhelmed. How could there be so many people here? With the show about to start, the fact that so many were still waiting to get inside only added to my growing sense of unease. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I pushed through the crowd, eliciting groans of protest and complaints from those I brushed past. Determination overriding my nerves, I made my way to the main entrance, where the door supervisors greeted me with looks of confusion.

"Back of the line, sweetheart, good looks don't get you in faster," one of the door supervisors quipped, their tone laced with amusement. I raised an eyebrow, meeting their chuckles with a wry grin of my own.

"Well, if you would let me talk, you would know that I was invited to come in, and I am on some sort of list, but from the looks of it, I think reading might be a little too hard for you guys," I retorted in a deadpan voice, my frustration simmering beneath the surface. As one of the supervisors stepped forward, attempting to intimidate me, the other hastily radioed in to confirm the situation. Rolling my eyes and crossing my arms, I couldn't help but feel exasperated by the unnecessary delay. Why was it so difficult for them to simply read a list or ask for my name, especially when they knew someone was expected with photography equipment?

"Listen, I am running late and don't have time for this. Either the two of you get your heads out of your asses, or I will force my way in," I stated with a firm edge to my voice, my patience wearing thin. However, before I could even finish my threat, one of them grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, causing a sharp jolt of pain to shoot through me.

"Alright, little lady, it was entertaining initially, but the threats took it too far. You're out of here," the door supervisor declared, his tone firm as he motioned for me to leave. Meanwhile, the other supervisor hurried inside to seek assistance.

"You're kidding me, right? You didn't even do your job to see if I was on a list or ask for my name; you just assumed I was trying to sleep my way to the band. Which, by the way, is sexist," I fired back, my frustration boiling over as I launched into a scathing retort. However, my tirade was abruptly interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind us.

Turning around, I found myself face-to-face with another photographer, his presence casting an unexpected twist in the situation. “Morrigan Emerson?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, that would be me," I replied with a relieved smile as the door supervisor promptly released me and stepped aside.

"Follow me; the band has been waiting for you," the photographer instructed, gesturing for me to follow him. With a smug grin directed at the door supervisor, I complied, flipping him off with a sickly sweet smile before trailing after my new favorite friend.

"My name is Bryan; I am Bad Omens' photographer," he introduced himself as we walked, glancing back over his shoulder. His words sparked a flicker of recognition, but I couldn't quite place where I had heard the band's name before. As we navigated down a hallway, a knot of nervousness began to form in my stomach. Who had I agreed to see tonight? Eventually, we entered a larger space that was just one room away from being backstage, and my apprehension grew. What awaited me on the other side of that door?

As we stepped into the room, my eyes immediately sought out Noah. He stood facing away from us, engaged in conversation with a group of guys whom I assumed to be his bandmates. Clad in a sleek black turtleneck, matching pants cinched with a belt, and polished black shoes, he exuded an effortless allure that left me momentarily breathless. Could this man possibly get any more attractive?

My reverie was interrupted when one of the guys spotted Bryan and me, pointing in our direction and catching Noah's attention. "Morrigan, you made it!" Noah exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine excitement as he made his way over to me. I returned his enthusiasm with a shy smile and an awkward wave, feeling a rush of nerves as he drew closer.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Had a bunch of bad luck on my way here," I explained sheepishly, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment. Bryan chuckled, adding his own twist to the tale.

"She was ready to kick some ass when I found her. They had her in an arm lock and everything, and she was still going on a tangent," Bryan recounted, prompting laughter from the group. As Noah and the others looked at me with a mixture of confusion, amusement, and concern, I felt my nerves start to bubble up, manifesting in a nervous giggle.

"Yeah, well, when I got to the doors, they assumed I was trying to sleep my way in with you guys, so I might have gotten a little too hot-headed and threw in some insults that got me in a sticky situation," I admitted, feeling a flush of embarrassment color my cheeks. Noah's expression darkened at my words.

"They thought you were a groupie?" he asked, his tone laced with disbelief. I nodded, unable to meet his gaze, my discomfort growing with every passing moment. I hadn't intended for Bryan to make a big deal out of it; I just wanted to move past the awkward encounter and focus on the reason I was there.

"Yeah, but I handled myself just fine. Bryan stepped in before I could actually kick some ass. Everyone almost got a free show," I quipped, trying to lighten the mood with a touch of humor. Thankfully, my attempt elicited laughter from the group, diffusing some of the awkward tension that had settled over us.

Noah's touch on my shoulder was gentle as he guided us away from the others, his expression serious yet filled with genuine concern. "I'm glad you can find humor in the situation, Morrigan, but I'll take care of them. That shouldn't have happened; I made sure everyone knew I invited a friend to see us. They should have stayed professional, and for that, I'm sorry that my team has let you down," he apologized sincerely, his words carrying a weight of responsibility that touched me deeply. How sweet could one guy be? Although security was from a different company, Noah still took ownership of the situation, demonstrating his integrity and care for those around him.

"Noah, it's okay; it isn't your fault. I appreciate the apology, but I know that they work for a third party from the design on their shirts. I'm not mad at anyone but them, so please don't worry. Bryan came and got me, and that is all that matters. If you want to do something about it, by all means, go ahead. Just know that it isn't your fault," I reassured him, offering a sincere smile to emphasize my point. 

Noah returned the smile, his expression softening with gratitude, before turning to address a security guard who had called him over. With a few words exchanged, Noah reviewed the details with the guard and requested that the door supervisors be released and replaced. Once everything was settled, he guided me back to the group, seamlessly reintegrating me into the fold as he introduced me to everyone.

"Morrigan, this is Nick, Jolly, and Folio. They're the ones who help me make the music possible," Noah introduced, gesturing to each member of the band in turn. "Guys, this is Morrigan; she's the one I told you about with the beautiful and unique photography."

The band members greeted me warmly, expressing their admiration for the photos Noah had shared with them. As the conversation shifted to their excitement for the upcoming show, they began to pump each other up, their energy infectious. Feeling my social anxiety creeping in, I attempted to step to the side, but Noah gently kept me within the circle, ensuring I wasn't left out. As the minutes ticked by and the anticipation mounted, my nerves began to escalate. With just ten minutes left until showtime, Noah turned to me, his expression gentle yet encouraging.

"You'll be with Bryan for the night, so if at any point you feel overwhelmed, you can either go to him or step outside for a breather," Noah reassured me, his words laced with genuine concern and consideration. His kindness was like a breath of fresh air, a stark contrast to the often self-serving interactions I'd grown accustomed to. All I could manage in response was a grateful nod, my mind racing with appreciation for his thoughtfulness.

It struck me how rare it was to encounter someone so inherently caring and gentle, especially without any ulterior motives. As I struggled to steady my breathing, Noah noticed the drained color on my face and promptly guided us to the side, away from the hustle and bustle of the group.

"You'll be okay, I promise. Nothing is going to happen to you. There's a barricade between you and the crowd. Don't push yourself out of your comfort zone if you're not ready," Noah reassured me, offering a supportive thumbs-up. His words were like a lifeline, grounding me amidst the whirlwind of anxiety.

Taking a deep breath, I scanned the room until my eyes landed on exactly what I needed: liquid courage. Making my way over to the table, I couldn't help but grimace at the sight of the options laid out before me. It was a choice between straight liquor or beer, with no chaser or anything to mask the taste. It was clear that this was a situation where necessity outweighed preference.

Taking a deep breath, I reached for a cup and filled it with the dark-colored liquor, steeling myself for the impending taste. As I stared at the liquid in my cup, trying to muster the courage to take a sip, I noticed the band members preparing to take the stage and Bryan making his way over to me.

With a resolve born of necessity, I plugged my nose and quickly downed the drink, grimacing as the harsh burn lingered in my throat. Gagging slightly at the unpleasant aftertaste, I tried to compose myself as Bryan approached me. "Ready?" he asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied with a small smile, determined to push through my nerves and enjoy the experience to the fullest.

"Cool. Let's head out then before the lights go out," Bryan suggested, prompting me to grab my camera bag and gather the necessary lenses. With a determined nod, I signaled to Bryan that I was ready to go.

As we made our way towards the stage, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Noah. Catching his eye, I was met with a reassuring smile, a thumbs-up, and the silent encouragement, "You can do this." Returning his gesture with a nervous smile of my own, I turned away and followed Bryan towards the stage. With each step, my nerves began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of excitement and anticipation. I was going to do this, and I was going to have fun doing it.

Authors Note: I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far :) Summer classes are about to start so chapters will go between pushing them out fast and slow.

[aluria-sevhex]

THE KING FUCKING ONE-SHOT ME

notes:

-why am i being so anxious lol. if i die i can loop again it's fine

-i love this game's music

-wtf is the stuff all over the place and the gate

-i love how when Sif forgets terms for stuff like the kiln the others will remind him

-a mirror...

-"everyone say fromage!" F R O N C H

-Siffrin has a lot of pocket space

-aw, Odile's eyes light up when she's learning things

-woah this Sadness is just giant hands

-I FOUND MIRA'S ROOM

-ooo Mirabelle likes horror

-the barrels. are EVERYWHERE

-discussion of crafting your body has led to the wonderful sentence "High heels hurt my feetsies..." thanks Isabeau

-woah Sif's cloak is magic

-Isabeau's so considerate of the fact that Sif doesn't like being touched :]

-ok where the fuck is Siffrin from and how did they get the cloak

-FUCK. LOOP KNOWLEDGE BLUNDER

--aw that's kinda cute how Odile will ask questions about stuff she already knows to get the emotional component

-huh. this gate has weird writing that they can't read. and the gate looks like... stars... hmmmmmmmm

-CREST TIME

-i picked the wrong way :( WELP TIME TO EXPLORE THIS ROOM

-ah yes the "handsome young men falling into beautiful heartbreaking madness" horror anthology

-THE SCHADENFREUDE!!!!!!!!!

-openphrase123

lol

-aight i'm looping now

-um. Loop. what would happen if you saw the others

-what's up with that book Bonnie was reading...

-WAIT FUCK I MEANT TO CHECK THE LOCKED HOUSES I'M GONNA HAVE TO LOOP AGAIN

-the world would be inside of the universe...

-yeah i can't be assed to search the entire House for the book rn that's like 2 floors i've cleared. i'm looping forward.

-the little nodding Siffrin when he zones out is cute

-woah. observatory...

-hmmmm Mira can't remember who studied in the observatory. maybe this is tied to Loop? or the starry gate? or the disappearing island?

-trying to read the books gives you a headache

-istg this is some Gaster shit

-COLOR? WAIT THE WORLD IS MONOCHROME. HOW IS THERE A BOOK ON COLOR THEORY

-Siffrin where the fuck are you from

-welp. looping time

-lol the crying key is in the super duper cool notebook

WAIT THAT'S A MEAN THING TO DO. THE GAME IS BEING MEAN LMAO

-loop-de-doop-de-doop

-might as well go do some things in Dormont if i'm looping anyway

-ok time to loop forward to floor 2

-uh-oh. Sif is having a crisis over not being good at their job. :(

-looping forwards. round and round and round we go...

-"if you hadn't picked up the key wouldn't we be stuck?"

Live Siffrin reaction: (Yes.)

-lol bathroom break. fictional characters NEVER go to the bathroom

-Sif whaddya need to do alone?

-lol

-Sif is SO glad to have the loops

-:0 intact Change God statue

-KEYKNIFE

-what the- they got teleported! this is sus...

-feel like the bit where Sif laments the loss of the keyknife and thinks they could've found another use for it might be foreshadowing...

-FUCK FUCK FUCK MIRA IS KO

-fml Odile is the only one left standing

-first game over damn

-jesus fucking christ this is a bleak game over screen

-is he gonna finish himself off

-fuck that's bleak

-ok he finished the Sadness off

-WAIT DO I HAVE TO GO THRU FLOOR 3 *AGAIN*??? THIS IS BULLSHIT

-grinding for exp

-had to go to dinner. back

-it's nice when Bonnie gets to deal the final blow :]

-time to try again!

-I DID IT :D

-uh-oh. Mira is freaking out at the sight of another frozen person :(

-oh her roommate :(

-Mirabelle you're not useless :(

-HOLD UP. THE *HEAD HOUSEMAIDEN* GAVE MIRABELLE THE ABILITY TO NOT GET FROZEN?

-hehe Odile is hungry. SNACK TIME... maybe *i* should eat more.

-love how crab is used like a swear word

-Siffrin's like "i"m fine!" and i'm like "ARE you?"

-hey King why do you have stars on your gauntlets

-THE KING JUST REFERENCED SIF SPECIFICALLY?

-...what does he need to remember...

-Siffrin is sus

-DID HE JUST FUCKING 1-HIT US?

-this is one hell of a game over

[omg-i-think-i-like-you]

Steve woke up to a loud noise from downstairs. He jumped out of bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He grabbed his bat, and slowly and quietly went down the stairs, only in his boxers. As he was approaching the end of the staircase, he heard the loud noise again, this time followed by soft humming. He kept walking towards the source, the kitchen, when the noise startled him again, and he jumped into the kitchen, holding the bat high and ready.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" Eddie yelled and ducked behind the kitchen island. Steve lowered the bat, and scanned the very messy kitchen. Mixing bowls and pots were all over the place, along with ingredients that Steve couldn't think of what they can make together.

"Eddie? Did you go to war in my kitchen?" He put the bat on the floor and walked around the island, where Eddie was stretching up and standing again.

"Hi Stevie," Eddie avoided the question and kissed Steve quickly on the lips, who smiled against the kiss but kept his arms crossed on his chest.

"You scared me," He said when Eddie broke the kiss, "I thought someone broke in. Are you trying to cook something?"

"Not trying, sweetheart, I am cooking something. Baking, actually." Eddie smiled cheekily and started picking up pots from the floor.

"Then why are all the pots out?" Steve teased and Eddie stood up and released a nervous laugh, "Well, I... I didn't know exactly where you keep things, so I kinda took everything out?" He rubbed his neck and Steve laughed.

"It's okay," He started putting the pots in place, "What are you making?"

Eddie, relieved that Steve isn't mad, started clapping in excitement, "Hamantashen!"

Steve looked at him, confused, "Bless you..?"

"No!" Eddie slapped Steve's shoulder, "It's food. And it's amazing."

"I want to believe it's food," Steve teased and Eddie crossed his arms and looked at Steve seriously.

"I don't make fun of your traditional cultural food, do I?"

Steve froze in place, "No, you don't. I'm sorry. Wanna tell me what haman... what did you say, tashen, is?"

Eddie smiled, "With pleasure!" He then pulled a chair and pushed Steve onto it, who giggled to himself, knowing Eddie is about to make the explanation into a whole performance.

"It all started in the faraway kingdom of Ahasuerus," Eddie opened and his eyes lit up, "The King of The Persian Empire, who ruled from India to Kush. He was a hedonistic king who had parties and feasts almost every day," He checked on Steve, making sure he was following. Steve nodded and Eddie continued.

"One day, King Ahasuerus was having one of his many parties, when his wife, Vashti, refused to join. Ahasuerus, who had a very fragile ego, took it personally and decided to fire her, and banish her. Silly Ahasuerus, realized soon after that he misses her, and decided to look for a new wife. He sent people around the kingdom and put his eyes on Good Girl Esther, a Jewish sweetheart who was raised by her Jewish cousin, Mordechai," He checked on Steve again, who looked a little lost now, "Are you following?"

"Yes, it's just... Is all of that important for the food?" He asked carefully.

"Yes." Eddie stated, "moving on. Joining the story now, the infamous Haman. Haman was an official in the king's court, and had an order from Ahasuerus himself, that everyone who saw Haman had to bow down to him. They all did, except-" Eddie stopped to see if Steve completes him, but he only tilted his head at him and stayed silent, "Mordechai, Steve! Mordechai didn't bow down to Haman!"

Steve was invested now, "Oh shit, he probably didn't take that well, did he?"

Eddie smiled in delight, "Oh, absolutely not, Stevie, dear. Haman also had a fragile ego, even more fragile than Ahasuerus. He got so upset, that he decided it's required not to only kill Mordechai, but to execute all the Jews in the Persian Empire!"

"What?? How can he do that??" Steve was on the edge of his seat, "Did Ahasuerus agree? Wait! Isn't he married to Mordechai's cousin??"

Eddie held Steve's face, "He is, Stevie, he is." He did a little twirl and continued his lecture, "Ahasuerus is married to Esther, but he doesn't know she's Jewish. Haman came to Ahasuerus and asked him if he can kill all the Jews, and the stupid king agreed. Haman went on with his plan, and even prepared a special tree for Mordechai's hanging," He paused, enjoying Steve's curious face, and proceeded, "The rumour got spread, Haman was gonna kill all the Jews in the Empire and no one was saying a thing," Steve shook his head, "I know, terrible. Mordechai walked around wearing bags, but it didn't do a thing. That until..." He stopped again, teasing Steve.

"Until what??" Steve burst and Eddie laughed.

"Until Ahasuerus found out Mordechai saved his life. You see, Ahasuerus had these two guards who planned to assassinate him, and Mordechai uncovered their plan and saved the king's life."

"And Mordechai didn't want credit for that? How did Ahasuerus find out?" Steve asked quickly.

"He told Esther to tell Ahasuerus. The guards were executed and Mordechai got promoted, but here things get complicated." He paused again.

"How??" Steve stood up and Eddie pushed him back into his seat, giggling.

"Ahasuerus summoned Haman, and asked him, 'what is to be done for the man whom the king wishes to honor?'" Eddie finger quoted the sentence, "Haman, who thought Ahasuerus was talking about him, told him to give him a city, dress him in fancy clothes, give him a horse and have him escorted around the capital for everyone to see. Ahasuerus accepted the idea, and told Haman to do all that to Mordechai."

"Yes!" Steve jumped, "Poetic justice!"

Eddie chuckled, "Yes, but Haman was still gonna kill all the Jews. He went around the capital with Mordechai and cursed every step, having his rage and hate fueled more and more."

"So what happened? Didn't Ahasuerus realize Haman wants to kill the person who saved his life?" Steve asked.

"I remind you, Ahasuerus was very dumb," Eddie answered, "He didn't care about Jews or not Jews, and he didn't even know Mordechai and Esther were Jewish themselves. So what happened, is that as the date came close, Esther started to fast -"

"Wait, what date?" Steve cut him mid-sentence.

"Oh, right," Eddie shook his head, "I forgot that part. When Haman decided to kill the Jews, he left it to fate to set the date. He basically rolled dice, and it fell on the thirteenth day of the Hebrew month Adar, so everyone knew when the mass killing was due. We call it Pur."

"That's intense..." Steve almost whispered, "So all the Jews were just waiting for their death?"

"Almost. They all fasted and wore simple clothes and grieved, but Esther, who was the closest to the king, took it a step further. She was having feasts where she wouldn't eat, and Ahasuerus was getting worried. He asked her why she wouldn't eat or drink, and she said an evil man wants to kill her and all her people. Ahasuerus got scared, and asked her who it is, and that he would kill him immediately." Eddie stopped.

"And?? You can't stop here! What happened?! Did all the Jews die??" Steve started pacing around in worry.

"Esther told Ahasuerus it's Haman who wants to kill all the Jews." Eddie said seriously and Steve started jumping in excitement, and Eddie smiled, "Ahasuerus, who finally found some brains, ordered to kill Haman, who was hanged on the same tree he prepared for Mordechai."

Steve clapped and hugged Eddie, "Yes! Amazing!"

Eddie laughed, "It really was. All the Jews were celebrating for days afterwards, partying and drinking, and everything was good." He hugged Steve back.

"This is such a cool story," Steve said with dreamy eyes, "But what does it have to do with the hamantashen? Wait, it has Haman's name in it??"

"Yes, but it's not like that," Eddie assured, "There are a few interpretations of the meaning of the hamantashen. Some say it symbolises his ears, some say it's his hat or his pockets, but the idea behind it is to celebrate his defeat." Eddie smiled in victory, and Steve smiled back.

"As we should!" He laughed, "But what are hamantashen anyway?"

"Oh, they're cookies. Triangular cookies with filling, traditionally it's poppyseed filling, but poppyseed is disgusting, so I'm putting chocolate." Eddie said and Steve chuckled.

"Of course you are. Can I... help you make them?"

Eddie nodded enthusiastically and the boys got to work. They kneaded the dough in turns, and put it to rest in the fridge for a few minutes. They cleaned up the counter and Steve started washing some dishes, and then closed the tap.

"What holiday is this? Like this story, and the cookies, what are we celebrating?"

Eddie beamed, "It's called Purim, from Pur, fate. We celebrate the defeat of Haman, and how we were saved by the Pur, instead of killed."

"It must be a very happy holiday then," Steve smiled, "Are there more traditions, other than eating Haman's ears?"

Eddie laughed, "Of course there are. First of all, we wear costumes. Purim is the holiday of changed fate, so like Haman was killed instead of the Jews, we symbolise that by being someone else for a few days. We also have a big feast and read the Megillah, the story I just told you," He smiled, "We also make gift baskets for each other, and donate food and money for those who need them. Another thing we do, and you're gonna like that, is to get so drunk, that we can't tell between Evil Haman and Good Mordechai," he giggled, "I know I like this one."

"Do you... Wanna do that?" Steve asked shyly and Eddie started laughing.

"I think you know the answer to that." He winked.

They took the dough out of the fridge, rolled it and cut circles into it with a glass. They then put chocolate in the middle of some, after Steve convinced Eddie to make some with strawberry jam too. They folded them into triangles and put them in the oven, and then Steve poured them newly opened wine.

"Happy Purim, Eddie," Steve clinked their glasses together.

"Happy Purim indeed, Stevie, L'Chaim," He clinked back and took a long sip.

"You made that sound again," Steve said, "Like in tuches."

Eddie started laughing so hard, he had to put his glass down, "Steve, god. Yes, it's the same sound," He kissed him wetly on the cheek, "but it's a very different word. L'Chaim means cheers in Hebrew. It translates to 'to life'. We celebrate life." He smiled, a warm feeling set in his chest. "We celebrate life." He said again, quietly, and Steve smiled at him in understanding.

"We celebrate life." Steve repeated and kissed Eddie slowly and deeply.

The oven rang a few minutes later. Eddie pulled the tray out and a warm, sweet smell filled the kitchen. He put the hamantashen on a plate and took it to the living room, and Steve followed with the already half-empty bottle of wine, and another one he found in the fridge.

Steve and Eddie spent the rest of the day feeding each other hamantashen, getting drunk out of their minds and kissing like it was their first time, again and again and again.

They both passed out on the couch, laying on top of each other, full of wine and hamantashen and love.

Celebrating Life.

[weebsinstash]

I'm so angry. They told me to wait so Allister could pass things on his own and so little has come out of him they want me to come back but they want me to come in through an appointment in the afternoon instead of the urgent care and, they're literally having me come in 3 hours before they close.

That's not enough time for them to do anything, to monitor him, administer multiple enemas, anything. I'm not even sure the deobstipation is worth it because i guess I need to clarify, that's just a fancy word for "digging stuff out by hand so you can like only get so much out as far as your fingers can reach anyways despite how risky the procedure is"

They genuinely should've just done it like weeks ago if they thought he would need it at all. They kept having me come back over and over and over and over despite me literally telling them I had to crowdfund his veterinary care and now I'm going to be spending almost 2 grand in payment plans over the next year. They could've just spent one day giving him as many enemas as possible until he was empty but then we have to give them time to even work, so....

I kept telling them over and over that there was a risk I would spend so much money on vet care that I couldn't euthanize him and all of these treatments have almost completely drained my funds and then they tell me "oh jsyk constipation is like an extremely agonizing way to die uwu". I would have to forward money and completely empty out my savings account to afford rent and his treatment if they want surgery today. My rent might even be late and unlike my last landlord who was an individual unit owner, this is a management company that will charge you $75 late fees after so many days

Every appointment has been over 100, 200, 300 dollars and I've had like 5 or 6 of them at this point and he's still not pooping, at least not a lot; he's dropping marble sized pieces kind of, everywhere. I just. Jesus fucking christ if he isn't getting better like??? I can't??? Do anything else? I can't be homeless in this area; there are literally homeless addicts breaking into my locked apartment building to sleep in our laundry room and the stairwell. I cannot be homeless again.

I just also. There's trauma there too. I can't do what my mom constantly did and drive myself into debt over an animal and risk my housing if there's not a good prognosis. That abusive crazy cunt literally stopped trimming her aggressive dog's nails until the poor thing literally started becoming paralyzed and then she was working 12, 16 hour shifts and leaving this poor thing along in an apartment to pee on pads and her carpet. And SHE'S the one who has Allister's mom :(

I just. Have to see. Maybe I'll give them a phonecall and see if I can come in earlier. I'm just so mad. They never even gave me a quote for how much it would cost to euthanize him. I might have to put down my happy cuddly baby or wait for him to conpletely deteriorate. I can't wait to open up commissions no one will want or be happy with so I can financially recover from my cat dying.

[milesmolasses]

Not Ridin' on Consistency (Hobie x blk! reader)

AHHH ITS HEREEE

i’ve been wanting to write about hobie for the longest.

I finally got around to it!!

⚠️: takes place around midtown Manhattan (42nd St?), really bad British slang, mentions of red heads, theres a reference in here to my favorite place ever (if u find it, i'll give u a cookie)

"I'm walking on clouds right now, holy shit," you laughed to your close friends. Coming back from gigs at ragers and raves was becoming frequent for the small band we configured. Performing with a small group of friends that you've known since childhood felt like a crazy fever dream; like an "Oh my god there is no way this shit is real" type of fever dream.

Though the gigs you got were small and didn't draw much traction, the fact that there were people out there who enjoyed the type of music you put out there, especially within the black community, really brightened your spirits and only furthered the small band's hopes of one day being wildly known amongst the people.

"My god man, did you see that one girl at the bar ogling at Malcolm?" asked Marsh. They walked in front of the group, skipping as they turned their body to walk backward, now properly looking at you and Malcolm while still ahead.

"What the one with red hair?"

"Yes, bro! Jesus fucking Christ it was like she was undressing you with her eyeballs," said Marsh, hands covering their eyes for comedic effect. Marsh had a knack for knowing when and how people stare at their friends, it's like they can feel other people's eyes on you. If you ever wanted to know if a cute girl or your crush was staring at you, they'd be the one to know.

You threw your head back as you laughed and jabbed Malcolm in his side, telling him, "Yo, you better watch out my black brotha, don't wanna be snow bunnied!"

The Dr. Umar reference seemed to set Malcolm over the edge as he complained the rest of the walk to the train station. Sayings like "My red-head phase was over mad long ago," or "Ya'll never gon' let me live that phase down huh," and other deflections were all that was said the rest of the way to the station.

Upon your arrival at the station, the emergency exit was open with busy people hustling to go in and out of the station without having to pay. So with a small crowd of people, you and your guys went through the exit. One person, in particular, caught your eye amid the crowd of people; loud, statement black wicks and a leather jacket wrapped around his waist, probably removed because of how hot it was in the station, and a scuffed pair of well-worn doc martins to pull together his all-black fit. A beautiful dark skin shimmering with sweat in the crowd of people, and to go with that, the eyebrow and lip piercings he had really suited his hard face. Strapped around his body, was a guitar out in the open with no case. "No case on the guitar isn't crazy?" you thought to yourself.

"Hello??? Y/N are you still with us, we have a train to catch?"

You blinked as you realized where you were. It's not like you were in a trance, just in your own head for a while, admiring him... Huh, suppose he did put you in a trance. Looking at Marsh in front of you, you looked up a bit past their head to see the train schedules and when the train was coming. Reading the sign it said the next train would be there in three minutes. "We have time, c'mon," you said as you walked past Marsh to the staircase headed to the 6 train.

Marsh looked up at Malcolm, eyes wide and astonished, "Did I not just..."

"Never mind that, let's go," said Malcolm. Marsh watched as Malcolm followed you up the stairs absolutely dumbfounded.

"I'm not appreciated enough," March mumbled as they sighed.

As you walked along the platform, you looked around to sus out your surroundings deciding on where a good place to stand and wait for the train was. That's when you saw him again, leaning on a surface with his hands in his pockets staring off into space. Your head started to wander with thoughts of who this guy was, and if you should know him or not considering the guitar strapped around him. Thinking of every punk, alt, and rock group you knew, you just couldn't seem to draw a conclusion about who this guy was. Maybe he wasn't in a band, maybe he rocked solo.

You stood on the opposite end of him, looking back to see where your crew was. You saw them headed towards you from the staircase as you smiled and waved them over. They were pretty far in the distance so you lightly giggled to yourself as you watched them speed walk.

"Nice threads."

What you heard next to you, was a man with a deep, thick British accent, and Lord did it made you weak in the knees. You subtly leaned against the stature close to you and looked to see to where the voice was coming from though, you felt like you had a pretty good idea of who was talking to you.

"Who me?"

"Yeah you bruv, ain't no one else I could be talkin' to."

You raised an eyebrow and your nose flared looking at him; this British attitude he was taking up with you did not sit right with you at all. Before you could say something you heard the train rumble and the lights grow brighter as the train emerged from its tunnel.

Malcolm was the first to make it to you with Marsh not trailing far behind as he said, "There is no reason this platform needs to be so damn long! The train doesn't need all this space!"

You could barely hear him though, with the train closely approaching and the British dude still on your mind.

"Literally, I knocked my case into people trying to speed walk over here," said Marsh gesturing to her case and the people all the way down the platform.

The train slowly came to a stop as it squealed along the tracks. Walking on the train as the door opened, you and your crew walked to an open area near the door opposite to the ones you walked through. Leaning on the door with Malcolm in front of you, you looked to your left and saw him, the rocker dude who gave you attitude earlier. Ignoring him, you decided to pay attention to your friends surrounding you. However, it appeared Marsh had other plans.

"Hey man, you should probably get a case for that soon. Don't want it getting scuffed up," said Marsh as they peered at the British guy standing next to you.

"Yeah, I've been told. Thanks mate."

In such a packed train, it was hard to move around to get a better look at the dude, so Marsh peeked her head even further to continue to conversation further. "So you play with anyone orrr..." they said, voice dozing off on the last part.

"Uh-huh. Got some ol' chaps back in London who I play with. You lot play good tonight?"

He turned his head looking over at Malcolm seeing that he had a drumstick twirling between his fingers. "Yeah at this underground place on 42nd. Shit was wild man," said Malcolm as he reached his hand out to give the guy a fist bump.

I stayed silent during their small talk about punk rock and guitars and whatnot. I fiddled with the strap on my shoulder from my bass case trying to look forward and ignore the conversation.

As they smiled and laughed at some joke Malcolm made, Marsh peeked their head towards the mystery guy and asked "Yo what's your name again?"

"Hobie. Hobie Brown."

The train began to loosen up a bit as more people started getting off at their stops. More seats opened up so we sat down across from each other. Marsh and Malcolm sat on one end of the train and me and Hobie sat on the other side.

"You strum? What model?" he asked nodding down at my case.

"Not guitar, I play bass," I said not even looking up at him.

"Bare quiet. Feels like I'm under some quiet investigation– you won't even give me the time of day," he chuckled. You turned your head towards him as you scrunched your eyebrows at him.

"Ten minutes ago you were rude to me."

"You're exaggerating innit, I was only pointing out the obvious," he said raising his eyebrows and smiling as if he was all innocent. But really he was laughing at your sensitivity.

"Mandem over there was just telling me about how good you were during your show," he said, nodding to Marsh and Malcolm on the other side of the train. "Good lot they are you know?"

"Of course I know, they're my friends idiot," you said, smiling as you rolled your eyes.

"Now that's proper rude, only been two minutes and you're taking the piss out of me," he said, voice laced with sarcasm.

"I-I'm sorry- taking the WHAT out of you?!" Now it was your turn to laugh as you covered your mouth and lolled your head back, not able to control the laughter coming from you.

He sucked his teeth and smiled as he mumbled under his breath, "Americans."

"Hey, you're lucky I don't start coming for your dental institutions next," you said as you looked over at him and smiled.

Looking up at the impending stops you had left on the train, you recognized Malcolm's stop was next, so he would be getting off soon. Turning to look at Hobie still sitting, you stood up and asked him to put his guitar down to save your seat. "Are you mad-!?"

"Just for two seconds while I say bye to Malcolm," you said already standing up and walking two steps to where Malcolm was sitting.

When you walked up to him, he was grinning up at you with the fattest smile ever, already standing up from where he was sitting ready to get off the train. "He's cute-"

"Shut up and c'mere," you rolled your eyes as you hugged him close to you. "Today was good man, text me when you get home," you said.

"Of course," he smiled as he pulled away, blowing a kiss to Marsh still sitting down.

"Text me when he asks you out," was the last thing he said to you as he exited the train. Looking towards Marsh and taking the now empty seat next to them, you rolled your eyes as you complained about how unbelievable he was for saying that. What you didn't notice was that Marsh wasn't looking at you as you spoke to them, they were looking directly in front of them.

"You say all this now, but what if I told you he has been staring at you for the past few minutes?"

"What-" You looked away from Marsh to see Hobie looking right at you, guitar by his side still saving your seat. When he noticed you looking back, he smirked at you as he nodded his head.

Marsh gave you a knowing look as they elbowed your side, "What the hell are you still doing here? He's waiting for you!"

You sighed while smiling as you walked over to Hobie. He took his guitar from the seat and shuffled to cross it back around his torso.

"So here I am looking dizzy with a guitar sitting next to me while the peng girl who asked me to do this is chattin' up her mates," he said as his eye followed your body as you sat next to him.

"I don't know if that was meant to be a compliment or if you just insulted me," you joked.

"You didn't give me much of a choice innit. I never got your name," he smiled at you.

Your nose flared, but not in annoyance from him like last time, but in a more bashful sense. You smiled and lolled your head to the side as you chuckled, "Y/N."

"Nice name, it up for sale?"

You giggled as Hobie focused on the way your shirt slightly lifted as you brought your hand to your mouth. "You never really thanked me for the compliment I gave you. Death is a proper band y'know?" He was talking about the graphic tee you wore; a band you've known most of your life called "Death," was plastered across your shirt.

"Oh! You mean the compliment that followed up with you painting me out to be a fool right after? That compliment?" Sarcasm and attitude dripped in your tone and it was driving Hobie mad. He laughed as he stretched his long legs out, turning to look at you.

"I'm serious! I'd pay a tenner to meet someone who has even half the mind to look up black rock artists, and here you are in a t-shirt making my wildest dreams come true," he said looking up with his head turned to the side to look at you.

"Ever since I was young, Death was all I heard growing up. Mom was like this huge super fan and would always play their popular songs," your mind wandered off to your childhood. You thought about music blasting through the walls of your childhood home, while your mother bathed you. Her soft eyes contrasted the music she played loudly, lowly singing the lyrics and looking at you lovingly.

"I'm sorry for your loss mate.. must be tough," said Hobie genuinely.

"Oh god, she's not dead!" Your hands covered your face as you bent down laughing. "She just doesn't play them as often anymore!"

"Geez you were chattin' like she passed," Hobie laughed. He watched you laugh and the way your face creased as you smiled, leaning into him. You had the prettiest shiny tooth gem decorating your left canine, glittering in the soft train light. He paid attention to the way your locs flowed and swayed with you wherever your body we. It was almost hypnotizing as they framed your face perfectly.

"I'm gonna call you Bonnie. Okay, Bonnie?"

You lifted your head out of your hands and looked at him with eyebrows furrowed in confusion, still smiling. "Does Bonnie mean something in the British language?"

"Look it up American," he said rolling his eyes. The deep dimples on his face made you smile in delight. They went well with all the lines and creases in his face; "He must be living a happy life," you thought to yourself.

Hobie looked up to see how many stops he had left, which wasn't many. "I gotta get going soon, Bonnie," he said rubbing his hands together. Standing up and brushing his pants off, he looked up at you and said "Welp, I'm off for tonight."

"W-wait huh? Hol' up a sec-" you said as you got up after him to the train doors. Turning to look at you, he raised an eyebrow as a way of questioning you.

"You should at least get my number or something. Unless you leave all your girls hangin' and bangin'," you said smirking up at him.

He chuckled as he looked down at your stature, "Nuff of my "girls" would have figured out by now that I don't have a phone and knock me off for a wasteman."

"So it appears we've run into a little problem, hmm? How can I see you again if you're what the girls say, a wasteman," you questioned with a small glint of hope in your mischievous eyes, hoping that he would give you something, anything that hinted at where you could see him again.

"A loft in Brooklyn might be a good place to start.. "

It was then that the train came to a stop and the door opened. Just as he was about to step off the train, he looked back at you and said,

"But I wouldn't count on it, see, I'm not really ridin' on consistency."

RAHHHHHHH

shit took entirely too long to write

but very worth it <3

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Alfred being mad at Bruce for not being nicer to his wife

"Where is-"

"She has not graced us with her presence yet this morning," Alfred said dryly. "But I had breakfast delivered to her room."

"Last night I-"

"Your absence was noted but I'm sure your presence was not missed." Alfred poured coffee deftly and set the cup down, too dignified to slam it but the gentle clatter had the same effect.

"Alfred."

"What I do not understand is why you went through with this rabbit brained plan if you were not going to acknowledge that she's a person. If you cannot care for-"

"I need her to get information," Bruce blurted out shutting the door.

"What the bloody hell-"

"The wives. They talk. There's a lot of code and double talk I don't understand but she-"

"Jesus Christ." Alfred pinched the bridge of his nose and ground his teeth for a moment. "Tell me you haven't done what I think you've done."

"I-" Bruce broke off and felt his face burn. The feeling of your legs around his waist and the way you clung to him. "I didn't mean to-"

"But you bloody did it anyway," he ground out. "Do you know what her father would do to her if-"

"I wouldn't let that-"

"You bloody tell her," he said, "Or so help me I will. She's not a doll." Alfred exhaled slowly and let the silence stretch out. Wishing for a moment as he so often did that Thomas and Martha were there to tell him what was to be done. He watched the man he raised squirm uncomfortably, shrinking down to try and make himself smaller. And he held back a lot of things he wanted to say. Somethings weren't his story to tell. He'd decided for the sake of protecting your dignity not to 'tattle' to Bruce about your mother... and he realized now that Bruce had to have known SOMETHING. Or at least Batman did. And he felt sick.

"Last night was she-"

"She requested to be left alone," Alfred said simply. "I did not think it wise but I wasn't about to argue with the woman. Particularly not after she threw her maid out of her room. Loudly."

Bruce nodded slowly. He knew Alfred wasn't going to wait for him to tell you forever. Now he just had to face you and try to deal with the fallout. And he had a feeling it was going to be nuclear.

[livwritesstuff]

Can I live in your brain?

Can you directly inject your steddie dads stories into MY brain?

Can you just... help a girl out? With that? Somehow? Lol I cannot consume them fast enough.

I love them so much. Thank you (and I'm not sorry for the spam likes - you deserve them)!

dear god i wish you could bc i literally cannot stop thinking about this 'verse and then at least i'd have some company in the madness

anyways thank youu <3

have a double post on this fine friday

so anyways 2008-2011 are what Steve and Eddie refer back to as the war zone. Why do they call these years the war zone? Because it's the brief stretch of time where they have three fully autonomous children (i.e. not babies) all under the age of 10.

It is total pandemonium. Neither Steve nor Eddie get a full breath of air until the day Moe turns 11. Naturally, it is also a period in their lives where Steve and Eddie don't get to spend as much time together as they would like, because they're a little busy wrangling little girls.

Thus, to make sure they get at least some semblance of face time during the week, they call Friday nights (after the girls are asleep and while Steve and Eddie are getting ready for bed) their Friday Roundup.

The purpose of Friday Roundup is to recount the insanity they each had to endure that week and confirm that they aren't living in an actual fever dream.

"You missed us celebrating opposite day," Eddie tells Steve one night as he's midway through brushing his teeth, "I had to tell them they couldn't flip all the furniture over and it was like I told them Christmas was cancelled."

"Moe got mad at me because we had expired orange juice in the fridge and I wouldn't let her use it to fill water balloons," Steve replies.

"Well, that's just common sense."

"Not to Moe. I think her words were we shouldn't let it go to waste."

"Dear god, she's getting too smart for us," Eddie shakes his head, "Hazel cried the entire way home from dropping Robbie and Moe off at school because the sun was following us."

"She got mad at me the other day when I made her a peanut butter sandwich," Steve replies, and he holds a hand up when Eddie raises a questioning eyebrow, "Wait - because what she wanted was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...without the jelly."

"Jesus Christ."

[slashingdisneypasta]

Mama Firefly x Tomboy!AFAB!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: Mama Firefly bakes cookies with you then fucks you. She's a good mommy!

Warnings: SMUT. Older woman/younger woman, mommy kink, mdlg theme, pussy grinding, etc.

For a few long, lovely minutes while you stirred the batter, Anna just wrapped her arms your middle from behind and rested her chin on your shoulder. It was innocent enough; when you glanced at her she flashed you a sickly sweet smile, completely like an overly besotted mama bird, but you knew what would come as soon as the cookies made it in the oven. You could feel her body hot against yours and it was driving you mad, a burning aching heat already blazing in your underwear. God, can these cookies be done!?- "Uh uh uh, sweetie, don't rush!~ You don't want to beat up the cookies baby, they won't come out good~ They're temperamental, okay, just like you~ "

With her gentle chastisements you cool down immediately and stir the batter slower, feeling embarrassed still being all achy and throbbing in your pants. "R- right."

"You're so damn cute!" She gives you a squeeze, making you breathless for a moment.

As you continue stirring the batter carefully, your lips press firmly together in a focused line, Mama develops a little mischievous smirk on her lips. "Though... I don't mind spoiling my sweet baby a little~ "

You pause for a beat. What?- Then you feel her hand slide down to your throbbing over-sensitive pussy, over your jeans. Immediately your mouth falls open and your whole body twitches hearing her sickly sweet giggle, all worked up so just the feeling of one finger sliding up and down your pussy through your thick jeans feels like heaven. God- fuck fuck fuck- you wish you were wearing a fucking skirt for once!!-

You'd wear whatever this woman asked you to though, honestly. Even a dress. Even if it was the prettiest softest pink colour with carefully embroidered flowers on it that was completely impracticle.

... Mama seems to like you the way you are, though; all old moth eaten t-shirts and baseball caps, your hair rung up in a messy ponytail and dirt on your face from working with RJ, loose jeans and a tight belt. She calls you boyish and cute, she calls you her sweetheart tough-guy, she calls on you to do work in her room when something breaks- and sometimes it doesn't even end with her hands all over you. She likes you.

Suddenly Mama stops her fingers stroking your needy lips over your jeans, and sighs. "... Let's get these cookies finished up baby girl, hm?~ I cant wait to get these sexy jeans off of you."

"Yeah, uh, g- good idea."

She leaves you, making you cold, and floats over to the kitchen table. "Come on; to the table, I'll show you how to roll them into pretty little balls!" Suddenly the air is light. You don't know how she does it- go from hot to sweet in just a few seconds, but it makes your head swim in a lovely druggy-high way. And you know that what she just said was not an innuendo, cuz neither one of you have those parts, balls, but it sure makes you chuckle still as you take the bowl to the chair and take a seat. Mama sighs, giving you a stern-perturbed look. "... honey."

"Sorry!" You grin, not sorry at all.

"Sometimes I wonder if you should be a boy, honestly." She rolls her big, pretty eyes upwards.

"- Oy," This makes you frown. "I don't wanna be a damn boy, I'm just- "

"Rugged~ " Mama finishes for you, winking. "I know, sweetheart." And you really do believe she understands you. You really do. Even if her next move is to sit down next you and brush her fingertips over your lips, her knuckles down the soft skin of your neck; her eyes following your sweet young skin. Even if, ultimately she always just wants to fuck you. "And what a beautiful young lady you are, baby girl."

That makes you hot, and lost for words with wide eyes. Jesus christ, you think.

~

Once the cookies are finished and Mama pops them in the oven (She said she didn't want her little girl to get hurt playing with the oven~ Thats for mama's.), Mama had come up to you and finally gave you a gentle, deep, slow kiss to the lips. She pushed your lips open with her own and touched her hot wet tongue to yours, making you moan, but didn't allow the kiss to become rough- not yet. She always wanted to take her little tomboy gentle. She touched you ever so gently, holding your hands, and guided you to her bedroom.

Once there, all (well, most) pretences were forgotten and Mama laid you down on her bed; covered in pillows fluff and pink. Her fingers undo your jeans and slip into your underwear, suddenly filling your over-sensitive and squelching pussy up with a sweet smile. "Now baby~ Mama's gonna take good care of you~ "

You could only moan, wanting your orgasm hot and fast and right this moment. Your hands go to her wrist and hold her hand where it was while you rolled your impatient hips up- taking her deeper.

She humours you, rubbing the pads of her fingers against your walls as deeply as they'll go, loving the feeling of your meat squeezing her. You need her so bad!~ Oh, you're so damn adorable.

"Tell mommy what you want from her, baby doll~ "

"Fuck... me... "

"Hmmm~ "

"Please." You add, knowing she likes good manners. While you speak you're still desperately wriggling your hips against her hand. "Please mommy, make me cum. I- ughh~ I need it~ "

"What does mommy really want to hear, beautiful girl?"

Your face goes hot. "I- I love you, mommy."

Giving a pleased smile and hum, Mama nods. "Thats right, babydoll."

Then she slips her fingers out of you and replaces them with her painted lips. Her thumbs pull your folds apart, and you're embarrassed to hear the vulgar squelching sound that accompanies that, before she leans in and kisses you down there; her tongue delving into your mushy needy cunt with a devious want of her own.

You push yourself up onto your elbows so that you can see her, watch the old blonde woman make out lovingly with your clit, making you more and more a mess, putting hearts in your eyes 💕💕. With one hand you reach over and lose your fingers in her beautiful, dry hair; guiding her pretty face deeper into you. You neeeeeeed!! her!...

While she licks and sucks and wholly devours your little young cunt, you roll your hips languidly, slowly building a mind crushing orgasm and using her lips to do it.

Suddenly she pulls away again, though, and you must look crestfallen because she gives one of her high giggle and shakes her head at you; standing up. "Oh don't worry, sweetheart. I'm just gonna have some more fun with you! Lemme just get outta these old things and you can rub that sweet clit on mama's fat pussy, huh? Wont that be nice?? 💕💕💕"

Her words make you whimper, and the throbbing in your sloppy, messy cunt threatens to topple over into an embarrassing orgasm while you watch her undress- but you force yourself to be strong. God is it so hard, though.

Mama makes a show of removing her clothes for you, knowing how pathetically close you are and how funny it'd be for her if you came without any touch. She pulls down her short skirt, thin tights and old underwear slowly while bending over in front of you; showing you her big ass. She picks up her short skirt, thin tights and old underwear and puts them away, making you wait longer. Then she comes back and takes off her top and her bra for you, revealing beautiful breasts (💕stretch marks and all💕) that you wanna suck on so bad that you're This close from lurching off the bed and mounting her yourself.

When she's finally fully naked, she flashes you a simpering smile. "... how do I look?"

"Come here and let me show you." You say, lowly; your lust reaching its peak. You need her. Now.

Giving a huge yellow smile, mama crawls on top of you, all natural tits that 💕sag💕 and thighs with 💕beautiful gorgeous cellulite💕, and when your cunts touch each other featherlight she gives this guttural groan and closes her eyes, and- you just wanna wreck her.

You wanna wreck your mommy.

Before she can say or do anything else to tease you further, you take mommy's wide hips in your hands, open up your thighs as wide as they'll go for her, and drive her old pussy against yours.

The pleasure is immediate and infinite and your mouth falls open at finally getting what you want. But you can't stop now, you have to keep grinding your pussy's together!, smearing your slicks all over each other in a messy and delightfully vulgar show that you kinda wish someone could see. If only so they can sit back there and feel blue balls because they can't fucken touch- not your mommy. No.

"Mommy... mommy, mommy," You begin to chant breathlessly as you get close, finding just the right angle and rhythm with her thrusting her hips against yours as well, in tandem 💕💕💕.

"Oh sweetheart... sweetheart!"

The two of you start to rub yourselves against each other harder, and you catch her lips with yours and kiss her. It's all tongue and you taste lipstick, but you don't care as she moans so pleasantly from the surprise her little tomboy is giving her.

Finally, you cum with the feeling of her soft, wet lips driving between yours.

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Nice 💛

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LMAO, "chief of a brothel" 🤣🤣

Madam Wang is brutal. Poor Gu Tingye, he will never shake his poor reputation.

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Who is she again?

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Sis, you are so barking up the wrong tree.

No amount of calling Gu Tingye "Second Uncle" and being mad your brothers don't follow suit will make him interested in you.

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Who the hell are all these new people?

I can't keep up.

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She really does love making a fool out of herself.

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Wait, what?

They STOLE it from her?

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Was the stepmother the one stealing her things?

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Why are everyone's siblings such assholes in this drama?

I need to call my brother and tell him I love him because he's awesome.

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Not drunk, just a selfish imbecile.

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OH MY GOD 😐😐

LIKE, THE SHIT YOU WILL GET HER INTO, DUDE.

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I know we're supposed to be on her side here, but I'm already sick of her whining. SHE ALLOWED THE PIN TO GET STOLEN AND LOST. AND NOT JUST THE PIN, BUT MULTIPLE ITEMS.

She seems incompetent and dumb and they are making the sister evil just to generate this fake drama. The Sheng siblings are much more nuanced, even when they are bad, we see reasons for their behaviour. This just plays on, "Hurr durr, children of the second wife are mean to the poor orphan!"

It's annoying because the main storyline is already all about that and they are not doing anything new here, they're just regurgitating the same theme, only worse and with a less sympathetic heroine.

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I mean!!!

Cartoon villain behaviour.

If this was Molan and Rulan being petty and one-upping each other just because, I could buy it, because we have precedent for their bickering that feels realistic, and they are actual rivals because of their mothers' rivalry. They are both equally at each other's throats, they match each other's energy. But this? There is no conflict here. Yanran is such a soggy doormat of a person, she is no threat to the sister, she's just insignificant, so we end up with this situation where the sister seems to be having a one-sided feud with her for no reason except that she can. They are artificially upping the stakes with "But it's her dead mother's heirloom!!" to make us care, but it isn't working because the whole thing feels so contrived. If it had been ANYONE ELSE playing against her for the pin, I would have found it more believable and the tension for the purpose of this whole scene would still have been there, because she can't just go up to a random woman and demand that she surrenders her prize if she wins.

Recently I learned a hilarious Chinese idiom, "draw snake, add feet", which warns against overdoing things. This is a prime example.

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LMAO, shows how much you know the woman you claim to love.

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His stupid face 🤣🤣

Go fuck yourself, Qi Heng.

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This spineless coward.

Also, there is no chance Gu Tingye won't let Minglan win, he's so amused by her and already interested in Yanran. The evil sister set herself up here.

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LOL, stanning madam Wu!

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OMG, DUDE, STAY IN YOUR FUCKING LANE

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SO TAKE A FUCKING HINT!!

Everyone in this episode is being so stupid and annoying, except for Minglan and maybe Tingye (but the jury is still out on him).

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Oh, fuck all the way off.

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Oh, Jesus Christ 🙄

I haven't been this annoyed by so many people at the same time since this drama started. I want to stab them all. Gu Tingye is the only one who gets a pass (OK, and Rulan too, because she was the only one there genuinely having fun).

[kayhi808]

Billy Mine - Home Sweet Home

Masterlist

After weeks of trying to purge her closet of clothes and...stuff, Juliet is exhausted. Falling back onto the floor, "Billy Russo wants to marry me." This thought has been on repeat for the past few weeks in Juliet's mind. Is this even real life? When am I going to wake up from my dream?

*****

"Jules? You home?" Bill let's himself into the apartment. Scanning the living room, he sees her bag on the couch. Upon entering the bedroom, Billy's heart stutters to a stop. Little over a year ago, his girl was the target of a kidnapping attempt. Scattered amongst clothes and boxes, Juliet's bare legs are half visible on the floor of her small walk-in closet. "Bunny!!!" Bill shoves boxes to the side to get to his girl.

Bill's roar jolts Juliet out of her reverie. She screams as Billy hurls into her closet grabbing her. "What the fuck, Bill?!"

"Jesus Christ!!" Standing, Bill turns & punches the door jamb, resting his forehead against it, trying to take calming breaths. Juliet backs away, distancing herself from Bill, moving deeper in to the closet. He's furious! Scary mad.

Trying to be as soft and calming as possible, "Bill?"

He holds up a finger at her & shakes his head against the doorway. After a minute, "Your room looks destroyed, and I see you on the ground unmoving."

She moves closer to Billy, "I've been trying to clean out my closet and get rid of stuff, since we're moving in together. I got overwhelmed with it all & took a break." She hears a growl rumbling in the back of Billy's throat. "You aren't even supposed to be here. You didn't say you were coming over."

"Do I need an invitation now?" Straightening to his full height, glaring down at her.

"No, but you can't be mad at me. It's not my fault." Slowly moving closer to Billy, like she's trying to calm an angry panther. "If I knew you were coming over, I wouldn't have started on the closet & I definitely wouldn't have been laying on the floor waiting for you to find me like that." Billy pulls her to him, resting his head on the top of hers. Settling her palm over his rapidly beating heart, "I'm sorry I scared you."

"I thought you were fucking dead." BIll squeezes her even tighter.

Pulling him down into a kiss, "Oh, Billy Mine, you should know you can't get rid of me that easily. "

*****

Juliet can't deny that Billy's penthouse is impressive. It's very modern, very sleek and very stylish. Very minimalistic. And yet she doesn't feel at home or relaxed in a place like this.

Neighborhoods, homes, floorplans, decor have been occupying her mind since they decided to find a place together. Weekends are spent looking at websites trying to agree on places to see. Cuddled up on Billy's couch, Juliet has her tablet out scrolling through homes. "Morningside?"

"I'm not living in Harlem!"

"It's not..."

"It's Harlem. Next!" Bill reaches over & deletes the neighborhood from the filter. "Kips Bay, I like."

"No, that's where my parents tried to stick me. Chelsea? Hell's Kitchen? You'll be close to Anvil." Billy gives a non-committal shrug, because it is close to Anvil, but it's really just outside of the Village. "So, you're open to those neighborhoods?"

"Do you know how much a townhouse costs in Chelsea?"

"Townhouse? I've been searching condos. You want a townhouse?"

"Do you want to raise our kids in a condo?"

"Whoa!" Pushes against Billy, to sit up, "Where did these kids come from?"

Smiling up at Jules, shrugging, "I'm not doing this again with you. This move is it." She nervously laughs. "Are we not on the same page?

"Um...holy shit." Billy gives her a minute before pulling her down against him. Cradling her against his chest. "I didn't think 'big picture'. I was just thinking us moving in together, getting married...later."

"Do you not want a family?" His arms tightening around her, waiting for her answer.

Turning to look at him & whispers, "You know I do." It was a dream that Jules was always scared to voice.

"Do you want a family with me?"

Her voice breaking, "You're the only one I've ever dreamed of having a family with, Billy Mine." She buries her face into his chest & cries. They both grew up in the foster care system, but only Juliet was fortunate enough to escape it. Bill suffered abuse from his mother & through the system. For him to admit that this is the future he wants with her, it's like a sacred promise. Billy is in this relationship for life and beyond.

"Well then," clearing his throat, "Maybe you should be looking for something a little bigger than a condo, hmm?"

*****

On a bright sunny morning Billy got his wish. The loan officer and realtor just left his Anvil office. They just signed mortgage papers to a townhouse just outside of the Upper East Side, Lenox Hill, to Jules chagrin. They ended up selling her condo and his penthouse to afford it, but it's an investment for their future. Their forever home.

Popping a bottle of champagne, "We did it!"

Laughing, "It's 10am, Billy!"

"I got orange juice in the fridge if you want to make this a mimosa," handing her a glass.

Holding out her glass, "To us."

"Not too bad for a couple of orphans." Touches her glass and sips his champagne. Juliet wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Burying his face in her neck, "We finally got our Home Sweet Home, Bunny." Deep within the confident businessman, a dark eyed foster boy, who never thought this dream would ever come true for him, is overjoyed.

@imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @snowkestrel @e-dubbc11 @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers @jvanilly @k-marzolf

[pinkydevil16]

JJ Maybank x reader 18+

"This isn't healthy." Y/n said as JJ handed her another whiskey, a smirk on her face as she downed it, JJ copying her as he pulled a face and poured them both a drink.

"We're pogues, we survive everything." Y/n laughed looking around at the party, everyone dancing and drunk whilst the pair sat off on a sun bed watching. 

"Do you wanna go for a swim?" JJ nodded helping Y/n up, the pair both more drunk than they thought as their heads swam, stripping off as they ran down to the water laughing, JJ pulling Y/n in with him. The two laughing as they splashed at each other, the party background noise as they jumped into the waves and play fought, JJ picking Y/n up before dropping them both into the water, resurfacing as he held her close and pushed her hair out her face. Admiring her laugh, her smile, everything he could as he stopped laughing as just stared at her making Y/n stop as the pair stared. 

"We should..." Y/n began, JJ nodding as he moved closer to her.

"Yeah?" JJ waited for her to speak, Y/n instead pulling him down and kissing him, moaning into his mouth as he picked her up, pressing her against him as he grabbed at the flesh of her butt.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" JJ panicked almost dropping Y/n as she jumped, letting go of him as the two fell into the sea, resurfacing as they saw John B, her brother storming towards JJ as he tried to get out the water and away from his best friend.

"Shit, JB it's not, fuck." JJ fell over as John B grabbed his leg, Y/n now fighting to get to them as Pope, Ki and Sarah watched, Y/n pushing over her brother as JJ hid his head.

"Jesus christ it was just a kiss! It's not like i sucked his dick fucking hell." Y/n shouted, pushing her brother over as he stood back up, his body shaking as he looked down at JJ and back up to Y/n as he pushed his hair back.

"Don't say that kinda shit! That's my best friend, you're my sister he knows you're off limits." Y/n's eyes widened before turning into slits as she pushed him again, John b pushing her back as they fought like children.

"I'm not your damn property, i can do whoever and whatever i want! You're macking a damn kook and you have a problem with me kissing him? He's the only one i trust on this damn island that isn't related to me." Pope tried not to be offended as Y/n quickly turned to him apologising as John B tackled her, the pair continuing their childish fight as everyone watched before JJ piped up trying to be helpful.

"Yeah and it's not my fault she's hot, i mean look at her dude you've been telling me off since we were 13- argh." John B tackled JJ, Y/n rolling in the sand as she squeezed her hand where her brother had given her a chinese burn, cursing about it not being fair as JJ and John B rolled around wrestling.

"We made a pact, no family macking! You told me you were over her!" Y/n just stood off to the side with a sigh as she watched, arms crossed and annoyed before she finally had enough.

"You also said kooks were off limits and you changed that rule. It was just a kiss, i didn't propose god damn it. Ow that's my eye." Y/n and Ki walked over, Y/n grabbing her brother's ear and Ki grabbed JJ's pulling them apart and pushing them to sit down.

"You can't put me as off limit, i'm my own person and if i wanna go out and kiss a kook, a touran or JJ i will!" JJ looked offended until he was mentioned, smirking at John B until Ki smacked his head, Y/n sighing as she dropped onto the sand and stared at the stars. 

"Don't touch her JJ, i'm being serious." Y/n sitting up and smacking her brother on the head as she glared at him.

"If you don't shut the fuck up i'm gonna go do something you're gonna get actually mad at. John!" Y/n knew she was pushing him but JJ and her had been dancing around each other since they were kids and one harmless kiss wouldn't affect the group unless her brother was acting like a spoilt brat. 

"Yeah what are ya gonna do? Fuck JJ?" Y/n went red, she'd only had sex a handful of times compared to what most of the island did, mainly because she liked JJ so much she didn't find anyone else as fun so dates didn't go much further than a second one since they weren't funny. 

"Maybe i will!" Y/n shouted, slamming her hand into the sand as she spoke, storming over and grabbing JJ's hand who was too shocked to say anything as she pulled him up and ran towards the twinkie, the keys in the engine as she grabbed them and locked them both inside as John B began banging on the door.

"Don't you fucking dare JJ! Y/n get your ungrateful ass out here right now before i break this door...no Pope i'm not gonna break your damn van." Y/n pushed JJ to sit down as he tried whispering at her but she only put her hand over his mouth and grinned.

"Oh fuck, shit, fuck JJ...right there...just like that, oh fuck. JJ your TONGUE!" Y/n fake moaned, hearing the banging get louder as her brother shouted threats, the moans so clearly fake but JJ was blushing as Y/n held her hand over his mouth and faked the noises and faces stopping every few seconds to giggle.

"Don't take off the rings. Yes baby, where did you learn that? Give me that dick JJ." JJ started laughing as he held her hand over his mouth, the noises she made no longer even fake just shouting and loud panting as she grinned at him. John B soon giving up as he shouted.

"You're so gross! Stop making those god damn noises!" Y/n in turn making a loud moaning noise and shouting JJ's name as he moved and started rocking the van joining in.

"Damn Y/n you're soooo flexible! Oh fuck yeah! How did you get your leg up there!" Y/n holding a hand over her mouth as she quickly made more fake moans as the pair shook the van. 

"JJ, wait, right there oh oh JJ!." JJ's eyes widened slightly at the last moan, the fake orgasm sounding a little too convincing compared to the others that had sounded so fake it was funny, that one, that one made him gulp and shake his head before moaning himself.

"Inside? You're sure? Damn gonna have some little JJ's running around." Y/n burst out laughing just as the door slammed open, the two of them stood with their arms on either side of the van red faced from laughing as John B and Pope stood in the doorway red faced from anger.

"Oh fuck." JJ laughed as he pushed past them, Y/n's arm in his hand as he pulled her out the van and began running away whilst they both laughed. Sarah grabbed John B as she laughed shaking her head at him, the four getting in the van as John B refused to sit in the back even though they hadn't done anything he didn't want to touch it. 

JJ and Y/n didn't get back to the chateau until hours later, sneaking in through JJ's window just incase someone stuck around waiting for them, the pair tumbling in before laughing as they each put their hands over their mouth to keep quiet making them both laugh louder in their hands. 

"Shuush." JJ moved to place his hand over her mouth leaning over her as he did, grabbing his weed box before leaning back and removing his hand. Noticing Y/n had gone quiet as she looked at him, her cheeks red and eyes blown before blinked and returned to normal sitting up, JJ pretending he hadn't seen it even though it was engrained in his memory. 

Ki sat with Y/n as they talked about her plan for helping the environment, JJ and John B sat near them on the sofa as JJ smoked passing it to everyone, Pope doing some maths in the corner.

"We need to save the turtles, we have a beautiful island and everyone wants to destroy it." Ki said as she took a hit of the joint before passing it to Y/n.

"Burn your bras." JJ said with a laugh as John B and Pope laughed agreeing, Ki's eyes lighting up as she turned to Y/n, Sarah having not arrived yet couldn't be looped in.

"Lets do it!" Y/n looked at her with wide eyes before turning to JJ and sticking up her middle finger.

"Babes, i love you, you're great but we don't really wear bras anyway and the ones i have i'm not burning until someone has ripped them off me. Lets burn the boys underwear or something." JJ's eyes lit up only to be jabbed by John B who glared at him, JJ pretending like he was nodding along to whatever Ki was saying when i reality he wanted to know what bras she did have. 

"Come on, atleast one bra! For me?" Y/n groaned, getting up off the floor and walking into her room, coming back a few minutes later with a red bra, chucking it at Ki before flopping next to her. 

"How is burning that good for the environment? Also this just feels like i'm wasting a cute bra...on second thoughts give me it back i have a date tomorrow!" Y/n went to grab her bra, Ki throwing it to Pope who panicked and threw it to John B who cringed and chucked it to JJ. JJ smirked as he ran the lacy material between his fingers, looking up at Y/n as she held out her hand.

"This doesn't seem like the right size." JJ said in a teasing voice, pulling it out of her reach as Y/n went to grab her bra back.

"That's the whole point! Pushes the girls up now give it back." JJ's eyes dropped to her chest, the blue bikini underneath her white top also made her tits looks great in his eyes but he now wanted to see what they looked like squeezed by the bra. His focus gone Y/n grabbed the bra and cheered as she held it against her chest pretending to push her boobs up as she winked at JJ. 

"Y/n!" John B shouted as he pushed JJ back making him fall off the sofa, Y/n rushing to look over, her bra falling next to JJ as he grabbed it with a grin shoving it in his shorts before running off. Y/n huffing as she glared at his figure, getting ready to chase after his when John B grabbed her and pushed her onto the sofa, throwing his legs over her and lounging.

"Stop flirting with hiiim!" John B sung as he looked at his sister, giving her a serious look as he took a gulp of his beer, JJ coming in a few minutes later shirtless with Y/n's bra on. Y/n's jaw dropping as she shoved John's legs off her and got up, JJ fighting her off before throwing her over his shoulder with a laugh. John B glaring at JJ as he held onto Y/n's upper thighs, her bikini barely covering her as Y/n laughed and pinged the bra on his back making him yelp out. 

"Hey! Don't touch my bra." Y/n gasped and hit his back as everyone watched JJ's hands, Pope and John B sharing a look at how JJ's hands gripped onto Y/n's inner thighs, Ki laughing at the boys. JJ spinning Y/n round before dramatically dropping her onto the sofa where he then flopped next to her as they kept laughing. Sarah walking through the door a few minutes later and raising an eyebrow at the pair on the sofa before John B was up and kissing her as she waved at everyone and followed him to his bedroom. Ki and Y/n going out the back to talk about Ki's project as Pope moved to sit next to JJ.

"You're going to make him have a heart attack. You two are becoming more and more like a couple everyday." Pope said as he looked at JJ, the blonde pushing back his hair with a grin as he looked towards the door where Y/n had left.

"Yeah well, i've liked her since we were 13 and then we kissed and since then she's been like a drug to me. I just can't get her out my head man." Pope nodded thinking about Ki, looking where JJ watched the girls put the back door, both smiling to themselves before looking towards each other.

"He'll kill you though, like seriously i thought he was going to drown you in the sea when he caught you kissing her." JJ laughed as he pushed back his hair, his hand coming to the bra as he pulled it off, the band stretched and almost broken from where he'd forced it on but he didn't care. As long as someone couldn't see her in it he didn't care.

"Yeah...yeah i know." JJ said as he chucked the bra onto the table, trying not to think about her being a on date tomorrow, he didn't know why she'd said yes but he was determined to ruin it. JJ and Pope soon got up moving to the back where Y/n and Ki sat, Y/n now watching one of her bras burn with a pout as Ki chucked her current bra on the burning pile. 

"Did we miss sexy bra time?" JJ said as he sat next to Y/n who continued to pout at the fire, glaring at JJ before looking back at the fire.

"I've now lost two of my bras today because of you Mr Maybank, just you wait until i burn all your underwear." JJ laughed looking at the burning bra, Ki and Pope talking quietly the other side. 

"You can have them, i prefer commando anyway, lets the breeze in." Y/n scrunched up her face and pushed JJ.

"You're gross." JJ grinning as he leaned as close as possible, their noses touching, watching Y/n blush and her eyes go wide before dropping his gaze to her lips. 

"You love it." JJ whispered, flicking his eyes back to hers before dropping them to her lips once more, licking his as he moved to kiss her. His hand coming up to hold her cheek as hers rest on his thighs, almost about to touch her lips when Pope threw an empty can at JJ.

"Dude! Do you have a death wish?" JJ stared at Y/n for a moment before giving her a grin and turning to Pope, winking quickly and kissing Y/n. Almost knocking her back at the intensity as she tried to hold onto his arms, his whole body pressing against her before he pulled away and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. 

"Kinda." JJ replied to Pope as he turned back to Y/n as she stared at him, her lips pink to match her cheeks, his hand rubbing along her cheek as he admired her. 

"Now you're all in on the dirty secret so if you tell JB then he'll be mad you didn't tell him before or stop me." JJ gave them a cheeky grin as he turned to Y/n and pulled her into another kiss, Ki and Pope looking at each other.

"Did he seriously just make us accomplices in him macking Y/n?" Ki said as Pop sighed and dropped back onto the ground shaking his head, Ki joining him with a grimace seeing JJ pull Y/n into his lap. Pope announcing he was taking Ki home, which JJ gave them a quick thumbs up as he pulled Y/n back to him when she tried to get up and say goodbye, her laughter echoing as he ran his hands through her hair and held onto her head. Looking into her eyes with a grin, her lips red from his kisses and he wanted so badly to mark up her neck for everyone to see.

"Don't go on that date tomorrow." JJ whispered, one of his hands moving to her waist so he could drag her closer, grinding her lightly against him as she bit her lip.

"Is someone jealous?" Y/n teased, running her hands along his arms until they looped around his neck, tilting her head with a mischievous grin. JJ grinning as he moved and placed a kiss on her neck, lightly biting leaving a small red mark which would clear by the morning.

"Maybe, you could always go on a date with me instead, show off those bras." Y/n giggled, her head tilting to the side as JJ rocked her against him, kissing along her neck until he lightly bit down making her moan, nails digging into his arms.

"JJ, he'll see them and then you'll get beat up." JJ shook his head against her neck, kissing back up to her lips as he claimed them once more, his grip on her waist and head tightening as he turned them over, laying ontop of her. His hand moving from her waist to her upper thigh, pulling her legs upwards around his waist, continuing to kiss her neck and chest, dragging off her top so he could gain more access. Y/n whining as he ground into her, her mind focused on him as he supported himself on one arm and began palming at her chest. Her bikini shifting with each grab until he could leave a dark hickey just above her nipple, hidden by the bikini when he pulled it back into place with a smirk, her lip stuck between her teeth as she tried to hide her moans.

"JJ, that's not fair." Y/n tried to sound serious but her words were breathless as he ran his thumb over her nipple, staring at her face as he did.

"You said he'll see, i'm pretty sure i'll be the only one able to see those. Now be a good girl and try to stay quiet for me." Y/n nodding as he kissed down her body, looking up at her every now and then as she had a hand over her mouth to stop the whimpers. His hands ghosting over her bikini bottoms before grasping her thighs, pushing them further apart as his teeth grazed along her hip, pinging the string of her bikini making her gasp and her legs try to close. Pushed back apart with a small tut, a bite to her hip making her moan into her hand, hips bucking against him and back arching as his hands ran up and down her inner thigh slowly getting closer to her bikini. 

"JJ please." Y/n whispered, looking down at him as he placed a kiss to her pussy over the bikini, licking a stripe over the fabric to tease her as she dropped her head, one hand over her mouth and the other finding his hair. JJ untying the sides as he kissed her hips, pulling the bikini away from her body as he sucked a dark hickey where her thigh met her hips which would just be coveted by her bikini. Y/n's nails scraping along his skull as she wiggled her hips, his hand coming to hold her down as he grinned against her thigh, lightly biting as he moved and licked a stripe along her soaked folds making her moan against her hand. Looking up at her as her chest moved up and down with each breath, his tongue finding her clit as he watched her, entranced as he flicked his tongue, her back arching and pushing her hips into his hand. 

"Gonna look so pretty all fucked out from my tongue." JJ spoke before flicking his tongue again, quicker this time as Y/n whined into her hand trying not to moan as he moved his hand along her thigh to run through her folds, his eyes dropped to his fingers mesmerised as he pushed the tip of two of his fingers in and out of her, barely enough for her to feel but enough for her to want more. Y/n trying to grind against his fingers as she tugged on his hair, JJ looking up as she gave him pleading eyes, a grin taking over his face as he moved his hand from her waist to grab at her chest then pushed her back. Sitting up over her body as he pushed his fingers into her, pulling her hand from her mouth as he kissed her swallowing the loud moan she let out as he set the pace pulling back to watch her before dropping back to his knees between her legs. His hand moving as his tongue met her clit, her hand clamping back over her mouth as she let out a sob at the pleasure, his tongue flicking back and forth in time with his fingers as he held her down, her legs trying to close around his head as she felt the pressure build up. Her other hand in his hair tugging him closer as she felt tears in her eyes, his hand holding her down in a bruising hold as she tried to move away. His lips encompassing her clit as he sucked, her head hitting the ground hard as she arched her back and moaned his name, cursing against her hand as she tried to push his head away, legs shaking. 

"You can do it baby, soak my fingers and tongue. Give it to me." JJ said, moaning as he kept going, feeling her clench around his fingers and body squirming against his tongue as he thrust harder into her, curling his fingers as she moaned loudly and gripped his hair. Smirking against her clit as he knew he'd found the perfect spot, continuing as he sucked on her clit until Y/n let out a choked sob and came. Her whole body squirming as she tugged on his hair, her thighs tightening as he pressed into her slowing his fingers but flicking his tongue back and forth until she whimpered.

"Can't, can't, please JJ." JJ finally pulled away, licking his fingers as he looked down at her, kissing her once and dropping back as he licked a stripe along her cum soaked pussy, Y/n whining his name as she tried to push him away too overstimulated to be touched. JJ laughing as he sat up, her arms coming around his neck as she pulled him into a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue making her moan. Y/n reaching for him shorts before his hands grabbed them, JJ shaking his head.

"Not today, i think i'll bust before you even touch me if we do that today. You looked so hot i almost came in my shorts just now." Y/n's eyes widened as she nodded, licking her lips, JJ grinning before kissing her again. Pulling back and grabbing her bikini, helping her into it as he looked over his work, hickeys just hidden but little finger bruises starting to appear on her thighs and hips which he didn't care about. They surfed everyday, bruises wouldn't spark any interest, helping Y/n to stand as she stumbled feeling her cum soak her bikini as she looked at JJ. 

"Good job staying quiet." Y/n gave him a grin, hitting his chest before he helped her inside, wanting to throw her over his shoulder but he didn't think he'd be able to stop himself from pushing her bikini to the side and finger fucking her whilst she held onto his back unable to stop him. The two climbed into her bed, JJ pulling her into his chest and kissing her head, her arms wrapped tightly around him.

"Thank you." Y/n mumbled as she drifted off to sleep, JJ smiling as he closed his eyes.