#idk I just feel like we’ve all become so out of touch with each other

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

I hate that the answer so often given when someone voices their loneliness is to “rely on yourself” or “be your own best friend” “start a hobby” or some other variation of loving yourself and keeping yourself busy, as if either of those are a substitute for connection and community. Yes they’re important, but they should be in addition to feeling connection in community, not as a replacement.

[leejenowrld]

more questions for jeno!!!

what’s your favourite sex memory with her?

what’s your favourite position?

do you have period sex?

what’s your reaction if you saw her kiss someone?

what’s something cute that y/n does that no one else knows about?

what’s something slutty that y/n does that no one else knows about?

jeno - there’s a lot. we have a lot of sex. but i like the times where she rides me, love seeing her pretty boobs bounce in my face, sometimes i suck on them when she’s riding me and she cums so much. she eithers squirts all over my cock or in my mouth, when she cums in my mouth i make her sit there for hours, i love to lick her clean and have every last drop of her cum fall onto my tongue, i love eating her out until she falls onto me but she’s my good girl, she’ll immediately suck my dick afterwords. she’s so fucking good to me. also don’t tell her i said this but the softer moments we fuck are also my favourite, love when my baby rides me and our chests are against each other, i look into her eyes and tell her how much i love her. truly feels like we fall more in love in those moments.

jeno - love when she rides me, love doggy, i love just holding her hips and fucking her from behind, i love the control i can get, we also love the 69, reverse cowgirl is always fun, i love any position i end up with her in.

jeno - we do, it depends how heavy her flow is but sometimes she’s comfortable enough and she’ll initiate it. i won’t initiate it when she’s on her period because i always want her to know it’s her choice, i’m more than happy to do what she wants. i just want her to be comfortable. we go a lot softer when she’s on, always a towel underneath us and we just fuck a lot softer and intimate, it’s missionary and something switches during period sex, i think she gets a lot more horny and needy. it’s the time where i’ll always give her what she wants and needs

jeno - depends. if it’s cheating (which wouldn’t happen btw) then we’d be over, i don’t wanna think about it too much, it’s gonna make me cry. but if it’s for fun? like if she’s kissing heejin or someone who we both trust. i’d join in! but let’s be real, 2 minutes in and the third person will probably leave because it will always turn into a making out session with me and my girl. that’s why i don’t think we’ll be good at a threesome, listen, we’ve spoken about it and we have said we don’t ever want one but if the time comes around and it’s someone we trust, then why not? but the lovers we are… the third person will become completely neglected. if it’s a girl then i’ll forget she’s there, i’ll make y/n suck my cock and my mouth will probably be on her tits and nipples. if y/n sits on my face then she’ll also give me a handjoh at the same time, you don’t know how crazy my girl is, she won’t let anyone touch me

jeno - cute? idk if this counts as cute but i think it’s cute, she’s gotten so desperate before she’ll ride me when she thinks i’m asleep or suck my cock when she’s proud of me. and when i’m studying she’ll sit on my cock and she’s actually good, i tell her she’s not allowed to move because i need to concentrate and she actually listens to me, she’s patient and she always knows i’ll end the study session with bending her against the desk. she’s a good girl, she’s my favourite.

jeno - she’s squirted all over me before, she’s licked my abs, when people walk in on us she doesn’t stop, if anything she’s louder and wants people to see. she also likes slapping me and i see her smirking if i cry. once she needed to piss and she was so close to doing it on me… such a dirty whore i know. s

y/n - you kept telling me to just piss on you!

[stargazestories]

Hellbent (m)

pairings: Angel Jeonghan x demon reader

Warnings: Violence, some blood (from fights), some smut, Minors Do not interact plz

A/n: this is my 5th attempt to upload this, idk why I struggled so much. I hope y’all enjoy and I am trying some new POV so I hope you can still enjoy it, btw this story has a very loose plot and sorry for any mistakes 🙏🏻

Humans really didn’t need much interference, they were capable of good and evil on their own, and both sides knew it, but they both needed the credit.

Demons are suppose to lead humans to temptations and angels are to guide them to the light, both sides doing whatever it is needed to one up each other.

Y/N, while being a demon, didn’t believe in doing much for her side, she didn’t care if she got souls for satan, but she did the bare minimum. To be completely honest she thought humans were boring, spending the last couple centuries tempting them and winning more souls for hell started to become mundane for her, that was until one particular angel came along and made it much more interesting.

“You know I can sense when you are near” The soft spoken angel, who was sitting on the park bench,asked the demon. Y/n just grinned as she sat next to the stunning angel, earning a deep sigh from him .

“I know” she smiled at him.

“What do you want?” The angel was cold in his response.

“What’s the matter Angel? I thought you were warming up to me after all these centuries” she asked with a playful tone, but the angel expressed nothing but disdain for the demon next to him. “Stop calling me that, I told you my name is Jeonghan”.

“Last I checked , you are an angel. Wouldn’t it make sense for me to call you that?” she asked “besides, we’ve known each other for so long” the demon shifted closer to the angel, meanwhile he scooted away, “WE don’t know each other, you are a demon and I’m an angel And if MY memory serves me right, we aren’t allowed to interfere with each other” he finally met eyes with the demon who was ogling at him. “Angel, I’ve never interfered with your work. We are merely mingling” she looked at the stunning creature and took in his features.

“We aren’t allowed to mingle either, so go away” Jeonghan motioned his head to shoo the demon away. “ awww angel you are breaking my heart” y/n said playfully as she pouted her lips at him.

Y/N had been infatuated with the angel ever since she had encountered him centuries ago. She had crossed many angels before and usually she ignored them, as there were rules in place. After thousands of years of fighting and blood shed from both sides, heaven and hell came to a compromise.

Angels and demons were not allowed to interfere with each other's works, any Angel that attacked a demon or vice versa would be in a lot of trouble with their superiors. And while they were expected to be a bit cordial with each other, this did not mean they could fraternize, that too could lead to consequences.

Y/n followed the rules in place but the day she came across Jeonghan, she was struck by his ethereal beauty. This angel was like no other, his light was captivating to the demon. She wanted to be close to this light, even if it meant getting in trouble. This meant that for centuries, any time that she felt and sensed Jeonghan's angelic presence nearby, she would seek him out, much to the angels dismay.

“Go before you get me in trouble” Jeonghan stood up, hoping that the demon would feel threatened by his stature. Y/n just stared at him with awe. The way his beautiful blonde hair draped and framed his face, his features, soft yet strong. He’s beautiful she had thought to herself, she was never envious of the angel, but it was a painful reminder that he was an angel and of course he didn’t want to be in the presence of such a disgusting creature like her.

With that realization coming back, y/n’s look of awe changed to that of defeat and a touch of sadness, something the angel had also noticed but said nothing. “I’ll go” she stood up from the bench and took a final look at the angel who for a small moment, felt a small sensation of guilt. “ Till next time angel” she smiled softly at the angel as she walked away from him, from his warm light and into the darkness of the night.

“Look at this” Jeonghan turned to find another demon, but this one was not like you. “You know an angel like yourself shouldn’t be roaming these streets at night, with demons lurking about, you could get hurt” the demon grinned, showing its sharp teeth as it walked closer to the angel.

Jeonghans heart raced, he had heard over the years that there were demons who still attacked angels, even after the deal between heaven and hell. “You can’t attack” he stepped back as the demon came closer. The demon laughed “oh? Really? Who’s gonna stop me?” His eyes glowing red and mouth salivating “It’s been a while since I’ve tasted angel flesh” he eyed the angel. “I don’t want to kill you” Jeonghan warned as he took out his angel spear and exposed his wings, standing ready to fight.

“Too bad” was all the rogue demon said as it snarled at Jeonghan and quickly ran to attack, Using its claws to try to rip the angel's skin. Jeonghan was able to dodge and deflect every one of the demon's attacks. “Just one bite!” The demon jumped to try to trample over the angel but Jeonghan used his spear to stop the demon before it could reach him. The demon was heavy and pushed down on him, sticking its tongue out to get a small lick of the angel's face as it saw the angel was faltering. “Come here!” The demon yelled as it swung its claws and managed to scratch the angel in the face, causing Jeonghan to yell out in pain as he fell to the ground.

“How pathetic ” the demon stood over the angel whose face was bleeding, raising its hand to lick its blood-covered claw.

“Enough!” A familiar voice yelled out of nowhere. As the demon tried to find where the voice was coming from, it was struck by a red force, making it collapse. “Angel!” y/n ran to Jeonghan, scanning him to see if he was gravely injured, seeing his face covered in his own blood. “I’m here it’s okay” she wiped his face, his eyes barely able to see her ,”g-get away” he managed to say as he was regaining his vision. Seeing y/n’s look of concern brought back that guilt from before , he didn’t want her to fight this battle for him. “I’m not going anywhere” she took a piece of her own shirt to ball up, applying it to his face to stop the bleeding.

While angels are otherworldly beings that have many powers and can heal, if they are attacked or struck by demons, they take a long while to heal. Y/n looked at the wounds on Jeonghan's face, hoping she could figure out how to heal it, as she never treated an angel.

“I’ll be alright- watch out!” Jeonghan pushed y/n away, seeing the other demon behind her with a look of madness as it struck again, this time the demon was able to puncture the angel's flesh, slashing him across his chest.

“Angel!” y/n cried out as she saw Jeonghan's body fall down at the demon's feet. Tears ran down her eyes, which were now engulfed in pure darkness, her raging aura steaming out of her body as she attacked the other demon. She managed to trample the demon, clawing at its flesh, the blood splattering all over, the sound of flesh ripping apart. She wanted nothing else but to obliterate this demon, turn it into dust. The demon could not fight back with the full force and anger of y/n tearing it apart, yelling in pain as it met its death.

After tearing apart the demon to literal shreds, y/n let out a screech of pain. She was not physically hurt but the pain in her heart was more painful than anything else. With her heavy breathing she went to the angel's body. “A-angel?” her voice quivered as she kneeled down to his body. “Angel please” she cried as she tried to wake him. “J-Jeonghan”, her tears streamed down her face as she examined the angel's deep wound. She did not know how to fix this.

she let her demonic energy gather around her hands and placed it over the large wound, not sure if this would even work on the angel but she would try anything at this point. “Don’t, please don’t”, she was beginning to come to terms that the angel, her light, was gone.

“y/n?” the voice was so faint but it was still there, his chest rose as he tried to breath. The demon's heart was pounding and racing so fast, it could almost explode. “ I’m here” she smiled at him as she cradled his body again, “y/n” again the angel was barely able to speak and could barely open his eyes but the demon shushed him “it’s okay,” she spread her leather wings and embraced the angel as she took him away.

Jeonghan slowly opened his eyes to find his vision was blurred. Am I blind? He thought to himself until he slowly blinked and regained his sight, only to see he was in an unfamiliar place. He scanned the room and tried to get up but was met with a jolt of pain. Looking down he saw his chest was bare with blood covered bandages covering it.

“Would be best to lay down” his eyes looking towards the door to find y/n holding something in her hands but couldn’t make out what it was. She walked in with a soft expression as she sat next to him, placing the item that shaped like a box on the nightstand. The angel's eyes never broke their gaze as he monitored every movement of the demon. “Relax, it’s just a first aid kit” she reassured him as she took out some bandages and other items. “I don’t know how to treat an angel for demon inflicted wounds, so figured I’d treat you like a human”, she tried to reach for the angel but he retreated his body and even convered himself with his arms. “Angel, don’t be so modest, I’m trying to help you” y/n got closer to Jeonghan and places his hands down with barely any fight from him as she began to remove the blood soaked bandages.

The angel was still surprised to see her in front of him,helping him even. His memories coming back from the events before. The fight, the other demon.

“You killed it…didn’t you” he asked her but it wasn’t a question, more of a statement. Y/N expression fell as she nodded and avoided the angels eyes as she tossed the old bandages to the side “Why?” He asked another question, but this was something the demon did not want to answer. She opted to ignore the angel's question and continue to mend his wounds.

Jeonghan grabbed her wrist, making y/n look at him. “Why?” He asked again looking at her eyes for the answer. “I- you were in danger” she took her wrist back and again avoided his eyes.

“I told you to go, I could have handled it” the angel argued, making her scoff.

“Yeah because that was working so well before I came”

“I didn’t ask you to help me!” he added.

“Can’t you just say thank you?!” The demon yelled at him, leaving him stunned. In the times he had encountered y/n she only ever spoke to him with a playful tone, never an angry one like she is giving him right now. He saw her expression, her eyes filled with hurt. Again the guilt feeling came back.

Jeonghan didn't hate her. When they first crossed paths, he was perplexed by the demon. He imagined that she would try to attack him or try to seduce him, which made him act cold and distant towards her. As the encounters continued he found himself intrigued at how she just wanted to talk and be close to him, but the angel followed the rules, having to dismiss her every time.

“I’m sorry” he apologized as he averted his gaze.“Thank you for helping me, but I think I should be going otherwise if someone finds out what happened.. ah!” He winced in pain as y/n removed the bandage on his face.

“sorry” she pressed another gauze on his scratches. Her touch wasn’t cold, in fact it was warm. The angel never touched a demon, only ever using his spear to battle them. “I can’t let you leave like this, I know you don’t like me-“ she whispered the last part as she pulled back all her tools and bandages. Jeonghan wanted to interject, “At the very least, just stay till you fully recover” she placed his hand on his, hey eyes begging him to stay.

Jeonghan sighed in defeat as he agreed, making the demon smile. “Continue to rest, I’m going to make us something to eat”, she walked out the room and left the angel there, his lips forming a small smile as he layed back down to rest.

In the days that followed, y/n would help Jeonghan in his recovery, assisting him to get up and cleaning the wounds and even feeding him . Jeonghan was reluctant at first but as he saw y/n genuine affection towards him, he slowly opened up and allowed himself to get to know her. Coming to find out that even though she was a demon, she didn’t care to collect souls or even wanted to. She believed the free will god had given humans played more of a role than angels or demons ever could when it came to their fates.

Sure, angels and demons could influence them but humans conjured up the best and worst things all on their own. Jeonghan slowly came to terms that she was right. After centuries of wanting to save as many souls and be a positive influence on their lives, humans were just unpredictable. There had been many life’s that Jeonghan wasn’t able to save and at first he believed it was because he wasn’t dedicated enough, now he came to terms that humans will always have a choice in the end. So what does he live for now?

Y/n on the other hand was content. While she was sad that the angel was injured, it was the fact he allowed her to help and take care of him that created something warm inside her, something she wasn’t sure what it was but she welcomed it. She saw the soft glow come back to the angel as he recovered, but this only served as a reminder that the angel will soon leave when he is fully recovered.

“What are you doing?” Jeonghan asks the demon, smiling as he sees her come to the room with a bouquet of roses and puts them near the bed. “I’ve been growing these for a while, thought it would be nice to send you off with a gift”, Jeonghans smile slowly fell from his face as he realized he was practically done recovering. “Ah, thank you y/n, they are beautiful” he tried giving her the same smile as before but something felt off to him as he looked at the roses and back at the demon. Y/n didn’t want to come to terms that he would leave. The light she had wanted to be so close to, would soon be gone again.

“Ill make us something to eat, can’t send you off with an empty stomach” she wanted to cry, her voice slightly breaking at the end. She quickly tried to make her way out the room but Jeonghan grabbed her wrist before she could.

“Y/n….don't go” his heart beat fast as he felt the warmth developing in his chest. He focused his eyes on her, this time focusing on her face with greater detail than before. She was a demon but her eyes were soft despite the carmine color. Her features also looked delicate. Has she always been this beautiful? He thought to himself. She was attractive and he knew it, but in this very moment she was the most beautiful thing ever.

“Stay with me” he whispered as he towered over y/n, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled her closer to him. Her heart pounded as he leaned closes, She worried he could hear it.

“J-Jeonghan?”

“It’s Angel to you” he leaned in and pressed his lips on hers. They are soft as a rose, the Angel thought as he embraced her. Y/n was shocked but that soon faded as she leaned into the kiss too. She deepened the kiss first, sliding her tongue into his mouth, earning a moan from the angel.

Shocked at his own reaction, Jeonghan pulled back as he caught his breath, stunned by what he just did.

“I'm so sorry Angel, I shouldn’t have-“, the demon tried to apologize for her action as she realized it must have been new for the angel and she got carried away.

Jeonghan shook his head, while it was new and foreign, he didn’t hate this feeling. The rise of his body temperature, the feeling of want for the beautiful woman in front of him. “I-I’m sorry it’s just…this is new for me but…I want this'' he brought his hand up to meet her cheek and caressed it before going back in to kiss her again, allowing the demon to take the lead.

Y/n melted back into the kiss, once again letting her tongue lick and explore the angel's mouth, their body heat increasing with every second. Y/n hands grasping at the angels shirt as the kiss depended, Jeonghan quickly understood what she wanted as he too began to feel the burning sensation inside him increase, wanting more and more of this feeling.

Briefly, both creatures pulled away to discard their clothing, only to continue their passionate make out in the bed. Jeonghan leaned back into the bed frame as he allowed y/n to straddle him, looking at her with half lid eyes while she softly traced the scars on his chest. His breath sped up even more as the traces of her fingertips were replaced by her lips, making the angel groan. Y/n trailed the angel's chest with kisses, tasting him, moaning as she moved her hips to help.

Jeonghan felt pleasure as the mix of y/s kisses, her moans and her heat rubbed up against his body. He never knew this feeling before but he wanted to be engulfed in it. As y/n rubbed her core against the angel's growing dick, Jeonghan couldn’t help but to want to make her feel just as good, bringing his hands to fondle her big beautiful breasts. “A-angel~” she moaned out to him. Seeing how she reacted, the angel continued and gave them a squeeze before taking one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the areolas before latching his lips back onto her nipples. Y/n felt waves of pleasure at the angel's actions, making her wet to the point she can feel her essence oozing out of her and onto the angel.

Wanting to make the angels first time meaningful, she continued to let him pleasure her breast as she took some of the slick from her core and began rubbing the angel's dick, which was rock solid at this point. His moans sent vibrations on her breast, which in turn made her moan out louder for him. “That feels so good” he managed to say which brought a smile to her face. She loved seeing how cute he was, and how she made him feel pleasure, she couldn’t help herself to want to toy with him.

Slowly using her finger tip to smear the precum, then slowly rubbing the rest of it down to his shaft, “Does my angel want more?” She said to him in between kisses.. Jeonghan felt jolts of painful pleasure as she rubbed his dick slowly, his hips slowly pushing up for more, his core feeling tight already. “Yes” he begged her like a puppy, and she couldn’t resist him.

Giving into his pleas, she smiled as she guided the angel to lay back against the pillows as she moved her way to position herself over and lined herself over his dick, slowly pushing herself down. The angel thought that he knew pleasure moments ago, but now he felt what true pleasure was. He moaned alongside y/n as she sank herself down completely on him. She gave herself a moment to take in the pleasure and size, Jeonghan intertwining his hands with hers as support. Slowly, y/n moved her hips, wanting her angel to feel every bit of her and wanting to feel every bit of him.

Both creatures began to feel the heat rumbling in their cores as y/n sped her pace. Her pussy clenching onto his dick as she rode him faster and harder.

Jeonghan was a beautiful mess, his skin creating a layer of thin sweat from such heat radiating off both of them. His hands soon found her hips and couldn’t help but to assist her into going faster, earning a small laugh from the demon. The room filled with sounds of flesh slapping, the wet sounds of y/n taking every bit of the angel inside her and their moans. Jeonghan kept his eyes fixed on y/n, her pleasure filled face was so beautiful to him, the way her breasts were swollen and marked because of him, the way she moaned for him was all building up to his climax.

“I-im” the angel closed his eyes as he felt himself feeling closer to the edge, making the demon smile as she knew he was close. She moved her hips faster as he was reaching for her climax as well. She intertwined her hands with his “it’s- okay angel, cum with me” she moaned out to him as she bounced up and down on him harder to feel him hit her spot, bringing them both to their climax and letting out cries of pleasure.

As the waves of ecstasy filled their bodies, Jeonghan pulled y/n down to hug her and kiss her once more, the demon moaning as she still felt the angel's seed inside her begin to spill out as he pulled himself out. He caressed her body, beginning from her back,down to her hips and wrapped her into his arms as she laid on top of him.

“I love you Jeonghan…” she whispered as she began to close her eyes. The angel smiled at her as he moved her hair out of her face to look at her and kiss her eyes. “I love you too y/n” he said back to her as he also closed his eyes to join her in rest.

Was it wrong to be with her?

According to the rules, yes.

Did he care anymore?

No.

The angel spent centuries following the rules and living to save as many humans as he could for heaven, but that wasn’t living. In his arms was someone that had a mind of her own, that lived for herself and wanted nothing more than to share a moment with him every chance she had. In that moment Jeonghan chose for himself, he chose her.

[museofthepyre]

Im gonna ramble about Jedidiah and Sydney. Bear with me. This is a queer platonic sydidiah advocacy post.

The sydidiah dating arc feels so doomed to me and that impending doom casts a massive shadow over any nice sweet moments we have gotten/ might get… it’s so heart wrenching and devious from a writing standpoint /pos

Sydney and Jedidiah are like two trees who were planted too close together, not even of the same species. They’ve grown in sync, twisting together and fusing while the bark was still soft, weaving around each other until they’d become inseparable. Two separate trunks become one messily intertwined form, and they brace each other’s weight— if you cut one base, the other would topple. And yet they can’t survive together… they strain their branches upwards to compete for the same sunlight, every time one forms a sufficient canopy of leaves, the other ends up cast in the consequent shadow. One is always in the shade where it’ll starve, where it’ll wither, where it’ll deteriorate and take the other down with it when it falls.

And their attachment styles are so opposite from what we’ve seen… (My analysis here, some inference)

Sydney understands love as presence and affirmation and re-assuring words and touch, he needs a hand to hold like a ship needs an anchor, otherwise he’s just left to drift at the mercy of his own insecure mind. He talks about wanting something equal, I think a lot of that has to do with emotional vulnerability— he’s spent so long in a relationship where he’s an emotional mess in ways he can’t control, meanwhile Jedidiah is so… reserved. The contrast would make anyone feel burdensome, othered, isolated… even in a relationship that is loving deep down. I think so much of their poor communication/ secret keeping comes down to Sydney feeling like he’s being “too much”, or disproportionately emotional, which… is true, there is an imbalance, but it’s not Sydney’s fault. “I used to talk to Jedidiah about everything, but… I mean, he’s not just an endless well of support for me to dump all my issues into. Your friends shouldn’t have to play therapist for you, right? So I don’t really need to make him listen to all my bullshit anymore.”

Jedidiah understands love as the knowledge that someone is working behind the scenes to keep you steady, that they’re carving out a space for you to find respite in… wether you see them doing it or not. That’s what his parents did for him, that’s what he does for Sydney. He doesn’t want to get too close to the things he loves, because he fears he’ll only hurt them. He regards Sydney like an old childhood stuffed toy that he’s afraid to pick up and sleep with, it’s so precious and irreplaceable that he doesn’t want to risk damaging it… and so he holds it for only long enough to put it on a shelf for safekeeping… maybe brush the dust off once in a while.

They both need to seriously seriously SERIOUSLY a work on their communication if they want any hope of being healthy together— even if just as friends. Jedidiah needs to work on his emotional vulnerability, and Sydney needs to work on his self-assuredness… bro is the poster child of anxious attachment. And Jedidiah is the poster child of avoidant attachment. What a duo we have here! Idk they make me sad.

[cmyk-anaglyph-honeycomb]

Hazbin Hotel Episode 3 & 4 Opinions and Story logic (mostly)

(ignore any typos, it's 3 min til midnight and I have a con in the morning and was at one all day, i'm not reading through this)

(Episode 3: Scrambled Eggs)

It’s weird to me that Vaggie wants to get rid of the egg bois cuz like??? Are they not also sinners that need redemption? Don’t they need to be saved too? The problem was that they kept building weapons that Sir Pen told them to make. They just needed something else to do, like idk, act as staff for the hotel. They can build, so maybe they can fix the hotel up a bit more.

I get it was just so one of them could spy for Alastor, but like, just have one follow him randomly. That isn’t out of character considering the eggs don’t have one.

It doesn’t make sense to me that Vaggie is so broken up by not getting the hotel guess to bond with each other. I get that she feel like she’s failing Charlie, but like, Charlie has accomplished literally nothing up at this point.

Yeah, so far there’s only 4 episodes, and the most Charlies done in all of them is get the exterminations moved up to every six mouths and fuck over Angel majorly ( I'm soft-balling that right now).

Like she signs a random paper without reading it, which, like girl, you are the daughter of the devil, there is now way she doesn’t know about the importance of contracts. Not only that it absolute FUCKS OVER everyone in hell. And it’s just brushed off??? Like no?

The exterminations is a big deal to all sinners, no matter the rank. Even if no one else knows what she did, Charlie should be more effected by this. The contract thing should have happened mid season or at the end, with her becoming more frantic to prove that her idea work so she can save sinners. But instead its treated like an oopies and she does trust falls and bond activities as if that’s going to make anyone a better person. Them liking each other doesn’t redeem them of anything.

*episode 3…im talking about that…*

Its my favorite so far. I like Zestail, Carmillia, Velvette and that dino lady are my favorite characters. Genuinely surprised I haven’t heard more about Respectless because it is my favorite song. (But it did come out next of ep 4, so it make sense.)

I hope Carmillia’s daughters are adopted or where her kids in life cuz the idea that the sinners can have kids are stuck in hell like the imps is messed up.

I’m glad Velvette gets development in this episode. I was worried that she’d just be the woman (tm) character of the Vees and be pushed to the side, so I was happy to see her upfront so soon. She’s now my favorite of the three, sorry Vox. I also like that her hair style keeps changing, that’s a nice touch for the fashion oriented one of the Vees.

The hotel gang going to the bondage…idk what to call it..Club felt like a waste of time. It was there for a joke and that’s it. Then Vaggie takes them to a city war zone and throws Pen and Angel off the building while Husk sneaks away.

Admittedly Husk sneaking off was funny to me, but like why would Vaggie think this would make them trust each other. Angel has a mafia background and family. Best bet he’s had to get into a few fights with them, and if I’m remembering lore correctly, he hates most to all of his family but okay.

At this point I’m genuinely curious how this show is going to develop Charlie’s redemption plan, because everything we’ve shown them try has failed and been show to clearly leading to fail. I have a feeling that he show isn’t going to have an ending, its just going to end. Like, nothing regarding the redemption plot line had made a single step forward. There’s just one more of them not, that’s it.

The second song doesn’t feel earned from Vaggie’s side.

Conclusion: This one is the best so far. It being mostly away from the main cast is not a good sign but it’s only number 3.

(Episode 4: Masquerade)

*gestures to that hot fucking mess* I’m not touching most of it. If you’re reading this them you’ve probably seen better points than I can provide. So I’m just going working on the logic within the story.

Personally, I think the visuals are a little too much, and I can understand where it goes way to far for a lot of people. I’d like to note that while Helluva Boss has a working screen on every single episode this has jack shit which was a huge fuck up in my opinion. I don’t care what the shows rating is, adult content and sensitive content are two different things and need to be treated as such.

Any media that handles SA, SH or abuse needs a huge label like those FBI no pirating screens from back in the day. I am not joking.

*shit I toughed it moving back a bit*

Okay, so why did Charlie goes to Angel’s job KNOWING he was in the middle of working. Like she knows he makes porn. The episode starts with the hotel gang watching one and her being visible uncomfortable. Why would she go there? And not like, wait outside or something? (she was uncomfortable at the bondage place why wouldn’t that be any different here?)

Charlie not picking up how upset Angel was that she showed up to his job THE FIRST time is child levels of ignorance. Even without the seriousness of what was really happening, that was infuriating to watch. I get that she’s supposed to have rose tinted glasses but those things are opaque. By this point all of her ‘accomplishments’ have been fucking people over majorly. She is a hindrance to those around her and it is hard to watch.

*skirting around the trash fire a little bit more.*

( I’m not trying to make a joke about this but like, I don’t know how to express how fucking yikes this episode is. Like it’s such an uncomfortable topic and it’s fumbled so hard. And then for Viz to turn around and argue about it on twitter and shit, like come on.)

Husk and Angel arguing doesn’t make sense to me. Husk says doesn’t like Angel cuz he’s fake, ignoring that it’ coping, shouldn’t Husk’s reasoning that Angel makes him uncomfortable. He is clearly shown being bothered by Angel’s aggressive flirty and sex talk. Him being ‘fake’ comes out of nowhere. As does them fighting.

Three minutes in, Angel gets pissed at Husk dismissing his porno. Flirts with him when Husk reveals he knows about the other hotel gangs’ insecurities and secrets. Then gets pissy again when Husk does the same to him. If Angel is short with Husk this episode because of Val, then let that be that, but the back and forth is jarring.

Charlie being the one to go after Angel an comfort him would have been the one good thing she could have done in the show cuz to be honest she as done nothing but ruin things for everyone at this point.

The loser song happening IMMEDIATELY after Angel’s emotional moment is a gut punch. Like WTF. I could not imagine being on the production team, seeing this shit and not saying something. Like there’s not scene cut to Charlie writing those (pointless) letters, her talking to Vaggie about how she messed up, nothing.

Angel has his break down and Husk seconds later is singing about how shit sucks and he’s a loser. Without the context, that’s bad. With the context, it’s horrific.

Husk had/has a gambling addiction. Not to downplay that or invalidate anyone who has/is going through that but it is not the same as SA. Especially as Husk isn’t going through his problems right now while Angel had to go through it…what an hour before, two maybe. For a prolong period of time and has to go back to that.

Husk is talking about his problem in the past tense. Besides the Alastor thing, it’s behind him. Angel’s problem is in the present and future. And that’s not taking into account the guy at the bar who was going to drug him. Who Angel was going to let drug him.

I could not imagine being on the production team, seeing the script for this and not immediately being like, no. This show is making miss Helluva Boss I am not joking.

Positives: The song Poison is good. Just listen to the audio and nothing else and its great. Val’s coat being moth wings was neat to see (especially if you ignore everything that happiness before and after that one still shot). I like Valentino’s design. I’ve no people have a problem with his voice, but personally I don’t mind it.

Conclusion: I have mixed feeling on the aftermath of the episode. Acting like the problem is solved and not addressing it won’t treat the SA plot-line with the seriousness it deserves. On the other hand, I do not want to the show to touch anything like this again. If it just leaves it here, then at least its only the one episode instead of more.

Ignoring Viz’s response to criticism over this, the executives and people with money have likely seen this shit blow up, and if anything, might not be willing to let the show go near something like this again. Which, in my opinion, is the best option. I do not trust this show to do it well, so it might as well not do it at all.

I am going to keep watching, cuz, like Helluva Boss, I want to see how this turns out. I don’t have hope for the show, but I am curious.

Overall, I hope ep 4 will be a good example of what not to do for any media hoping to cover SA in one way or another.

If anyone want to talk with me about the show send me a message and tumblr mobile and social anxiety willing, I'll be able to get back to you.

[roosterbox]

Until We Dream of Life and Life Becomes a Dream

Hey.

I wrote a little write-along fic for AELDWS week 5. Idk if I’ll put it in the ao3 collection. I haven’t even put my official fic from week 1 in there yet, lol. Still fighting my way through some intense burnout, but eh. I was happy to write this.

The prompt was: Touch-Starved

The genre was: Canon

The word count limit was: 375 - 400 (I went over by about 20, but it’s not an official entry, so that doesn’t matter)

Rating: G (Eames gets mildly suggestive in spots, as he is wont to do, but still not enough to up the rating)

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“What do you want, Eames?”

The man in question leans against the doorframe, rakish grin plain as he looks Arthur up and down.

“Have I not been obvious? All this time that we’ve known each other?”

Arthur rolls his eyes, but doesn’t move away to let Eames in yet. “Too obvious. Even Ariadne seems to suspect something.”

“We’ve only just met her, love. She’s a perceptive one.” He raises an eyebrow. “Gonna let me in?”

That earns him another eye roll, but Arthur finally steps aside, closing the hotel room door behind Eames. He turns, the two of them facing each other.

“What do you want?” He asks again. This time, however, the answer is different.

Eames sighs. His shoulders slump. “I wanted to see you,” he says. “I wanted to hold you. I wanted to be with you, just for tonight.”

“Eames,” Arthur’s breath catches. He wants that too. “Eames, we can’t- Tomorrow is-“

Tomorrow they’ll be undertaking the job of their lives. The ultimate score for people such as them. Inception, or at least the best attempt that they could have possibly planned. And that means…

“No distractions, I know.” Eames fixes him with a sad smile. “But darling,” he shuffles forward. Not quite in Arthur’s space, but close. “It’s been so long since I’ve held you in my arms. That’s all I want for tonight.”

He’s delighted to see Arthur’s mild annoyance morph into the smallest of smiles. The other man moves, bringing them closer still. He reaches out a hand and brings it up to Eames’ face, cupping his cheek. The feel of his unshaven face is rough, and so beautifully familiar. Eames, for his part, almost melts into the touch, like he’s been waiting for it. Aching for it. Arthur quickly brings up his other hand, practically cradling his partner’s head. Eames sinks into it even further, closing his eyes with a groan.

“No one else?” Arthur asks. He knows he doesn’t have to elaborate.

“No one else,” Eames says. After a moment, he adds, “there was never anyone else but you.”

Hearing this, Arthur lets himself surge forward. The kiss is a relieved, desperate thing, without much heat behind it. They both moan into it though, Arthur shuddering when he feels Eames’ arms wrap around his waist. Seems that the Forger wasn’t the only one aching for something.

Tomorrow, the world as they know it might be forever changed. But tonight? Tonight their world is right here, in this room. And for now, nothing else matters.

[bicheetopuff]

i like izuku/ochaco the exact same amount i like bakudeku and sometimes i feel like i am the only man out there who does 😭 i really do not like izuku/ochaco shippers though... i feel like i can't reblog art of one of my favorite ships because i feel like i'm gonna accidentally reblog from someone who would send me hate for shipping one of my other favorite ships... i guess i gotta start learning how to draw ochaco better to fill in that void myself?? but still... i shouldn't have to be AFRAID to reblog good art because i'm worried i'm gonna be on some artists dni because i like bakudeku. NEITHER OF THEM ARE EVEN MY TOP FAV SHIP IN BNHA... but i'm still like... i just wanna ship. when did fandom become so... hostile. when did it become a warzone? back when i was younger we had shipwars but they were... silly? like at the end of the day we could step back and ship and let ship and even if we hated the other ship we would just blacklist the tag and move on. homestuck wasn't even this bad.

Bnha is my first experience in anime fandom and it’s literally the most aggressive and hateful fandom I’ve ever been in, on all sides… and ever since, anytime I try to touch a fandom for a different shonen anime, it’s almost just as bad, if not worse. ESPECIALLY if you interact with that fandom and openly like bnha too, because for some reason just liking bnha makes people in anime spaces completely discredit your opinion unless you’re a cishet man.

I think within the western bnha fandom specifically, we’ve all just kind separated ourselves into our own little corners of the internet. And tbh, I’m with you, I absolutely hate that the fandom has segregated itself like this.

While I don’t see Izu//ocha as a romantic ship, I still love their friendship and I love Ochako as a character, and like you said, I’ll see the most stunning fanart of her sometimes and I’ll check the artists account to see that bkdk is on their DNI list… and I literally run a bkdk blog. So I can’t reblog their art unless I wanna get blocked. Or, I’ll reblog art from someone and then find out later that they’re an avid bkdk or bk anti. It’s like you’re only allowed to like what you post about the most, and you’re not allowed to interact with anything else.

It expands outside of the fandom too. I made a comparison between bkdk and victuuri once and I ended up deleting the post because I kept getting comments from yoi fans saying that I was wrong and to never compare those two again… it wasn’t like a full blown meta, it was like a paragraph comparing their rivalry.

I don’t think it’s hostility just within the bnha fandom, I think it’s anime fandom as a whole being hostile towards specifically bnha because of the stigma surrounding it, and the bnha fandom reflects that by everyone being hostile towards bkdks and other queer shippers because of the stigma surrounding that as well. One of my friends irl got accused of being a p*doph*le literally just for saying she liked the anime (she was literally 16 at the time btw) and another one of my irl friends told me to sell my manga when she saw it on my shelf. It got to a point where I literally had to just stop telling people I liked it, which led me to making this blog so that I can talk about it without judgement, and even on tumblr it took a while for antis to leave us alone.

Idk when this fandom became a warzone, but I’ve only been here for the better part of three years and it’s been hostile ever since I got here. It’s like I willfully walked into a burning building.

I think every community for each ship just has their own biases for other shippers in the fandom, and it just makes us all get defensive because we automatically assume those stereotypes and we just think they’re automatically not going to like us, so we decide to not like them first. I’ll be honest, I keep my walls up too until I know talking to that person won’t start an immediate heated argument for no reason. Because some of those stereotypes are true, some communities within the fandom are just hateful for no reason and we have our fair share of keyboard warriors. Some people say “oh it’s just a few bad apples” but from my experience it’s like you’re looking through a basket of bad apples trying to find the good ones. And even then you have to be careful because it might be a bad apple that’s been painted in order to make it look good. I’m talking about fandom as a whole btw, bkdks alike.

I wish we could all just be nice to one another and not be creepy and weird when it comes to certain characters and ships. Like, can we just be normal? Can we ship and let ship? We can all have our opinions about other pairings, but can we not attack people for liking something just because we don’t see the appeal?

[strawberryjamsara]

HELLO

Idk if you've seen the ending where you choose all the red options but i wanna hear your thoughts abt it if you have...

Also because im going insane over it so i need to get my thoughts out somewhere (about the red option ending)

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Sara admitting that she doesn't make any new connections because she's afraid of dragging them into a world of darkness despite not having (to her) any credible evidence that such a thing will happen is so????

Does she subconsciously know something is up with her family?? I assume she's caught on that her family life is a lil off due to her having an option(s)? About her father going -> (Eg. When you tell joe "Don't laugh" she goes "Don't laugh at my father!!" And there's an option that says something about embarassment abt her dad)

Like???

AND THATS NOT EVEN MENTIONING THE DG APPEARANCE IN A MINISODE SET !!BEFORE!! THE TIMELINE OF THE GAMES??? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? WHAT IS GOING ON??

(AND THE IMPLICATIONS THAT SARA DID SURVIVE THE DG AND IS NOW LIKE "I WONDER WHAT WOULDVE HAPPENED IF I DID THIS INSTEAD? WOULD IT BE DIFFERENT")

My brain will now be rotating this minisode like a microwave for months now 😭 goddamn nankidai's wild ride never ends

HI HI SO I FOUND OUT THE RED ENDING EXISTED AFTER I COMPLETED THE INITIAL STORY AND ITS. SOMETHING.

There’s so much to unpack with the red ending. In a sense the red ending changes so much of the perspective of the story. Part of me thinks maybe this story is Sara post logic, trying to piece together remnants of her memories of Joe. Who was he? A best friend? A crush? Something in between? She’s putting so many pieces together, and also starting to take notice of the “red flags” she had with her father. We’ve seen signs of her home life before but here they’re essentially playing on a loudspeaker what kind of father he was.

And also this ending shows so much self hatred from Sara. The idea she’s dark and unknowable and that she’s destined to drag others down with her if she makes friends (very Catholic of you Sara). And it feels like another thing she was subtly ‘taught’. Her dad just needed her to keep on with what he’s said about never holding back, and the guilt will be enough that she doesn’t form ‘real’ bonds. So she doesn’t really become attached to anyone, since she needs to have that trait if she’s going to be willing to kill.

But you know who else has that trait? That ‘I’m an awful person who will drag others down with me’ mentality that makes them form walls? Trick question it’s two people. Keiji and Kai.

Kai hating his ‘darkness’ being fine with Mr Chidouins love even as he’s essentially used as a servant and not allowed to speak to his family… While it probably didn’t start after he worked there, I can see Mr Chidouin nursing that feeling in him so he can be a better weapon. His way of getting him to be willing to die for the cause of rescuing his daughter. And won’t that just feed her feeling of dragging others down? The fact that someone she never even knew died for her, and she spent the whole time thinking he was some stalker? It’s just one thing to keep her feeling like she hurts whatever she touches, after the other guilt of her best friend dying.

And Keiji… Oh Keiji. It’s not really hard to see that the reason Keiji stops trying to manipulate Sara and grows a genuine attachment to her is because he sees himself in her. More precisely he’s afraid she’ll end up like him. And yet despite their hatred for attachments and belief that they will hurt other people, they form one of the strongest connections in the game. Maybe because of it. Because Keiji never really shows full vulnerability maybe Sara thought he was ‘safe’ to get close too. If he didn’t care all that much, and even he seemed fine with the darkness, she couldn’t cause him to get worse. And then they both caused each other to get better. Urrrgh I’m punching the ground:

[callsign-rogueone]

Okay, here’s my $0.02 about the Sweetheart poly fic thing. I’m not able to keep things short to save my life, so thanks in advance for reading this lol.

Sweetheart has these vulnerabilities and insecurities that she’s not willing to let most people see. She’s built up walls and puts on a mask to guard herself. It took months of being consistent, of Ridoc chipping away at her “armor”, and then the realization that he saw through the steely facade to her “soft heart” from the beginning for her to be willing to let him in.

That hasn’t happened with Sawyer. And though I have no doubt you have the skills to create a scenario where we can believe she’s willing to let him in too, I’m not sure that him just stumbling in and joining them would work for her.

And even if you build up the trust between her and Sawyer and make him prove himself, I kind of feel like Ridoc is just her person. Like he’s the only one that fits with her just right, and their little relationship needs to be protected at all costs. Like adding someone else to the mix would detract from how rare and genuine it was for Ridoc to see *her*.

Also, just as a side note, with the part where Sawyer’s like, “God, he’s always like this *eyeroll, eyeroll, eyeroll*” it gave me more of a Garrick with Violet vibe. Like he approves of her and would even be friendly with her, but he’s just glad his bestie found the right girl.

Obviously I trust you, and if you do end up writing it with Sweetheart, I’m still going to love it. But those are just my thoughts. I’m all for a poly fic, and that even fits well for Ridoc and Sawyer. But based on what we’ve seen of Sweetheart so far, I don’t know that it fits “her”.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to recruit some more Garrick girlies so we can win the other poll. There’s enough Liam content out there already.

Ridoc is just her person. Like he’s the only one that fits with her just right, and their little relationship needs to be protected at all costs. Like adding someone else to the mix would detract from how rare and genuine it was for Ridoc to see *her*.

I wanna call off the vote now omg. like that's it, I'm convinced. you're so right.

I was originally thinking it could be a cool dynamic to have this seemingly cold and un-affectionate girl with two smiley idiots (using that word affectionately lmao) absolutely in love with her and everyone else is just like. how did that happen. but the problem there is that she'd have to trust Sawyer enough to let him see her vulnerable, let alone to touch her (she isn't very touchy at all, something she's going to have to work through with Ri as their relationship progresses).

I like the comparison you made of Sweetheart and Sawyer to Vi and Garrick -- they're chill, they'll protect each other if needed, but that's kinda it (and of course, both boys are going to lightly make fun of their bro for simping, but like you said, at the end of the day they're just glad he has someone).

I definitely want to develop Sweetheart's friendships with the rest of the gang in future chapters. She's kinda the extra one in the marked group, not having a bestie or a partner, so down the line as she becomes more comfortable with Ridoc, she's going to become part of their gang and get pulled into their shenanigans, wether she wants to be or not lol

Now I just have to find a good petname for the boys to use for reader in the other fic... how do we feel about princess? they certainly take very good care of her... maybe that's too corny tho. idk.

Garrick's only three votes behind Liam in the bonded-dragons poll right now, (four days to go!) but even if he doesn't come out on top, I still have two spicy pieces for him in the works: him with angel and the sunflowers (during what was I made for?), and one with a different reader (teaser here 👀)

genuinely, thank you for sharing your thoughts ❤️ it's just me in my room with my laptop coming up with this stuff late at night, so it's really nice to have someone else's perspective as well (as 2am Liz doesn't always think things through).

[punkscowardschampions]

Ruster pt.2

Buster: It would be seriously cruel of me to wait until we’re alone to touch you when we’ve talked about what everyone knowing you’re mine means to you and how closely you want to be kept

Buster: whilst we’re sitting with my parents, I’ll make sure we’re no more than [the length of his longest finger like when he told her his dick measurement because again just saying he’ll be inside her all the time, this time via fingering under the table] inches apart at the most

Buster: [and then because he is a big nerd doing some maths of his own about it, here measuring the exact length of every finger he is gonna use and adding them together and finding an average or something idk, you know what I mean, it’s shamelessly an excuse to give her all the reminders of earlier and how he’s gonna touch her when he finally can but writing it down as a sum with all his working out and everything so she can follow his thinking exactly]

Rio: 😳😳😳 I feel so

Rio: Why would you do this to me?

Rio: I can barely be quiet here alone, and you think I can in front of your parents, fuck 😿

Buster: What do I always say? Practice makes perfect, baby

Buster: if you can do it now, you’ll be able to do it then

Rio: I’ll need to

Rio: [whatever lesson you’re in] is as deadly silent as it is boring

Buster: Think about the length of my tongue and how it’ll feel inside of you when we’re finally alone and you’re lying on top of the same table

Rio: You can’t think about anything else 

Buster: It’s an obsession

Rio: Yours

Buster: Mine

Rio: My hands should be in your hair right now, that’s mine, how unfairly beautiful you are

Buster: We’ll share each others once they’ve been allowed to happen

Rio: I want to share everything with you

Buster: You know I won’t hesitate to give you everything you want

Rio: I know

Rio: The issue is knowing when to stop asking

Buster: That’s simple, don’t ever stop

Rio: You say that now

Buster: I’m not going to change my mind

Rio: I’m scared that you will

Buster: Well, I’ll prove to you that isn’t true

Rio: You don’t have to

Rio: There has to be space for either of us to change our minds

Buster: Not about something that fundamental, I’d become a different person

Rio: Aren’t you scared?

Buster: There’s nothing to be scared of, if something goes wrong again, I’ll find a solution, that’s what I do

Rio: Basically every example you gave had things go wrong, for years at a time sometimes

Rio: I don’t know if I can handle it, letting you go

Buster: We aren’t letting each other go, no matter what

Rio: Do you mean it

Rio: will you mean it when you’re in America? [however many miles it is] away from me?

Buster: If I go to America, you can hold me to it even harder because I’ll mean it more

Rio: I don’t want to be crazy but I feel it

Buster: What you are is in love

Rio: I know 

Rio: I know because nothing else is registering, this lesson, what’s being said by my friends, or by everyone else, even

Buster: I can’t concentrate either, and you know how unlike me that is

Rio: Do you want to? 

Rio: I’ll find a way to resist messaging you until your next break

Buster: No, I want to focus on you until you’re here with me and I really can

Rio: You have changed

Buster: I haven’t, you just didn’t know how much time or attention I devoted to you before 

Rio: Well, I do think it’s pretty rude of you not to have told me

Buster: I told you as soon as I could

Rio: Just saying, there’s so much time to be made up for

Buster: Yeah, I’ve said it too

Rio: This half-term is a start

Buster: Tell me how long we have again

Rio: [do in every measurement of time you can break it into]

Buster: You’re incredible

Rio: I want you for [and pop off with infinity maths nerdiness, you know the vibe because forever]

Rio: All your seconds

Buster: They’re all yours

Rio: You are

Buster: I am

Rio: No one else's

Buster: I wouldn’t dare and couldn’t be dared

Rio: You can’t want anyone else, it’s impossible

Buster: I never have, not for a second

Rio: Neither have I, never will

Buster: You’re all I want, I’ll keep repeating myself until you’re not scared

Rio: All I’m scared of is that one day not being true

Rio: I could never be scared of this, it’s so mutual, this want

Buster: You still believe I’ll get bored of you, could fall out of this, but that’s impossible, you said it yourself

Rio: I know that life can throw things out that we can’t expect to see coming at our age

Buster: Life already did and we’re closer not further apart

Rio: And I hope that’s what happens every time

Buster: Share my faith that it will, you want us to share everything

Rio: My nan would love you

Rio: but okay, I will

Buster: Good

Buster: because I love you

Rio: I love you, Buster

Buster: And I miss you so much

Rio: I know, but I like missing you with you much more than missing you alone

Buster: Me too, even though shared means it should be halved, but in fact it feels doubled, if anything

Rio: We’re finally acknowledging it, before, we could lie to each other, everyone else, it at least works partially on ourselves too

Buster: We let ourselves properly feel this, no holds barred

Rio: Missing you still feels better than the alternative of ignoring you, a hundred times over

Buster: No going back, you could barely ignore me before, you’d have no hope now

Rio: Um, you were actively trying to get my attention, excuse you

Buster: I always will be, including in the hypothetical rewind

Rio: You’re pretty worthy of attention, honestly

Buster: Thankfully, as I badly need yours

Rio: You’ve had it all your life, who else can say that’s true

Buster: A hundred lives wouldn’t be enough

Rio: You’re being poetic again, I already need you

Buster: I can’t help how true it is

Rio: I’ll be yours in every lifetime, I promise

Buster: If you’re as flawless in every one as you are in this, you have to

Rio: I’ll find you

Rio: we’re born to always be connected, however that happens to be, I believe that

Buster: So do I, I’d fight for you

Rio: You already are, against what everyone wants

Buster: I don’t regret anything, remember that

Rio: I’d do it all again, no matter what

Buster: We will, every life, like you promised

Rio: Even if we were twins, you’re my soulmate before you’re anything else

Buster: I wish could swap you for her, for longer than [however long they have]

Rio: Me too, I used to be so jealous of how close I thought you were, ‘til I quickly realised you weren’t

Buster: It took me ages after we moved here to rid myself of that association, everyone assumed we were

Rio: It’s usually not the case, the girls aren’t

Rio: we would be but we’re special

Buster: Ours would, they’d be special as well

Rio: They’d learn from the best

Rio: we’d all be the closest

Buster: We’d all be perfect

Rio: I need to give you so many babies

Rio: the most perfect family

Buster: I need to give them to you

Rio: Waiting will be sweet agony

Buster: We’ll practise a lot

Rio: It’s necessary 

Buster: We want to do it right, after all

Rio: Perfect, like you said

Buster: I like our odds

Rio: Me too

Rio: I just understand why everyone struggled to wait before us

Buster: What you said about things not being easy but being doable for us nevertheless applies here, yeah

Rio: We’ve waited this long for this part, there’s no rushing

Buster: I’d hate to, you should be savoured, every part of this with you

Rio: We’ll learn how together

Buster: You’re the only person who’s managed to teach me some patience thus far 

Rio: I’ll take it 🤓

Buster: You’re supposed to tell me what I’ve taught you

Rio: Oh, hmm

Rio: You might have to wait a minute 

Buster: I see, you’re testing what I said a minute ago

Rio: That and the list would take me too long to write, obviously

Buster: You’re obviously not writing what you’re meant to be, go ahead

Rio: Of course you want it unabridged 

Buster: I’ll wait

Rio: Now you’re being kinda hot

Rio: definitely hotter than [your actual teacher right now lol]

Buster: That’s definitely the most backhanded compliment you’ve ever paid me

Rio: You don’t know, maybe [teacher] is extremely attractive but still no match for you

Buster: Are they?

Rio: No, sadly not but the sentiment is still there

Buster: Don’t be too sad about it or I’ll get jealous and possessive as my sentiments

Rio: How terrible

Buster: For [this poor teacher lol]

Rio: 😍

Buster: Future lawyers know better than to incriminate themselves, but you know me, use your imagination

Rio: You know me and my imagination

Buster: Intimately 

Rio: You’ve taught me what that actually feels like

Rio: not forced and pretend

Buster: I’d put that pretty high on my own list of things you’ve taught me, maybe at the very top

Rio: It’s a good one

Rio: I feel different for knowing, but in a good way

Buster: We’re only changing in the best ways

Rio: Promise that’s true?

Buster: Worse isn’t an option, ever

Rio: It could be, so easily

Buster: I swear, I won’t let it be

Rio: Thanks

Buster: You don’t need to thank me, babe, you’re doing the same for me

Rio: I feel closer to the edge of complete fucking mess than you, babe but

Rio: Yeah, of course I swear too

Buster: Right now, but as you’ve pointed out plenty of times, we can’t be completely sure what the future holds, my turn could be coming next

Buster: and as I’ve pointed out, I need you regardless

Rio: But I only want you to think I’m incredible 

Rio: I only want to be perfect for you

Buster: Which is what I do think, Rio

Buster: you’re the furthest from being a mess, you’re holding it together when many others in your position would’ve folded and given up

Buster: you’re such a strong and resilient person, I want you to realise that

Rio: I wish I felt that, felt strong

Rio: if anyone could make me, it would be you 

Rio: I just don’t know if it’s possible right now

Buster: It’s okay, trust me, that I know you and I see things in you that you don’t, it’s something else you already do for me and can be mutual for us

Rio: I see you, you see me, that’s true, always has been

Rio: I somehow feel exposed and invisible to everyone here now, my name is only brought up with theirs 

Buster: In London everyone’ll be staring at you for the right reasons, all they’ll know is how beautiful you are, maybe they’ll be wondering where they’ve seen you, but that’s because your likeness belongs in a gallery on a wall or as a statue

Buster: and they’ll only hear your name the way I say it

Rio: Even your compliments are refined

Rio: How do you come up with this stuff?

Buster: It comes from you, I’m stating the facts, that’s all

Rio: You’re my favourite nerd

Buster: I’ll take it

Rio: You’ve heard the rest

Buster: Have I?

Rio: Okay, not everything but haven’t I complimented you a lot in the past [however many hours you’ve been together]?

Buster: You do the maths, you’re very good at it

Rio: I’m hearing no amount of compliments is enough for you, I understand

Buster: Other people can stop, but not you

Rio: I can’t stop

Buster: Don’t

Rio: I never will

Buster: Promise

Rio: You deserve constant praise, I mean that and swear to treat you exactly how I should for our whole lives

Buster: I really hope you put that in your bath vows

Rio: As you like it, of course

Rio: I’ll make a shortlist instead of doing [whatever lesson you’re in]

Buster: I’ll write mine in the margins of [whatever expensive af textbook you have for your lesson because love to put things in books clearly we remember that with the childhood photo]

Rio: I’ll get to spend even more time in your mind

Buster: Even [whichever lesson you hate the most] will be bearable

Rio: The time is going to fly by

Buster: And soon you’ll be flying to me

Rio: It seems crazy that everyone thinks it’s such a good idea, that I’m allowed

Buster: Of course they do, it is such a good idea

Rio: As far as they’re aware, sure

Buster: As far as we’re concerned too though

Rio: We’ve got the full picture

Buster: So do they, like I’ve said before, they see what they want to

Rio: It is obvious I’m not going for Nance right now

Buster: You should hate her, from a POV as detached as theirs that’s apparent

Rio: Hate might be strong but her lack of tact is known, before this even, it’s not a reach to imagine how she’s being

Buster: Going to her birthday party as though she isn’t tactless and self-centred would be more inappropriate than anything we’re going to do

Rio: I hope not, like

Buster: You know what I mean, nothing about this is a mistake and that would be

Rio: You want me to say how right it is

Buster: You have, but I’m not opposed to hearing it again, obviously

Rio: Nothing or nobody else makes sense for me, we’re a perfect match

Buster: Perfect isn’t the word, we do need a stronger one

Rio: Soulmates

Buster: Yeah

Rio: We need a stronger word than yeah, definitely

Buster: Well, that depends how I’m saying it

Rio: Go on then

Buster: [do such an indecent voice note about this, I hope you’ve gone somewhere where there isn’t a class full of peeps in earshot, knowing you probably the corridor outside of it because you have no patience or chill lol]

Rio: 😍😍😍

Rio: IOU a truth or dare

Buster: Save yours for the plane

Rio: Don’t forget

Rio: You do need to keep me entertained the entire hour and 25

Buster: You could nap, you owe me one of those, remember

Rio: Now?

Buster: I was thinking to kill 25 minutes of the flight, but I suppose you have more time to kill now

Rio: Why do you want me to nap so bad?

Buster: You hardly slept

Rio: I’ve had worse nights sleep

Rio: I promise I’m fine

Buster: Not since you’ve been my girlfriend

Rio: You’re the most loving

Buster: I’m responsible for looking after you

Rio: When am I meant to stop getting turned on by it? Because I never want to

Buster: Also never

Rio: Even when you’re a real daddy?

Buster: Especially then

Rio: I’ll only share you with our kids

Buster: I’ll only make you share with them

Rio: Mine first

Buster: And always

Rio: Did you keep my picture as your background?

Buster: [show her that you have because ofc you have]

Rio: The idea of that being seen over your shoulder 🥴

Buster: I’m looking forward to hearing your ideas about the photos we can take together

Rio: We need some updated ones, to go with [your fave childhood ones you’ve mentioned]

Buster: That’s a nice thought, recreating that one when I’m back in Dublin for your birthday

Rio: We have to

Buster: Don’t worry, I’ve made a mental note 

Rio: I’ll recreate my outfit

Buster: Your mum probably still has it stored somewhere

Rio: God, probably…

Buster: Whereas, mine definitely doesn’t

Rio: I bet you still have something near identical in your big size though

Rio: you haven’t changed

Buster: My impeccable style has no need to

Rio: Nor your cute face

Buster: You want me to be red-faced in [whatever lesson he is in], but that’s something I can only do in front of you

Rio: 🤐 promise

Buster: Unlikely, unless you are planning to go to sleep

Rio: Cheek!

Buster: I love it about you

Rio: You don’t think I’m like your sister, do you

Buster: Christ no, that comparison couldn’t be further from what I think

Rio: I’m never speaking for the sake of it, especially not with you

Buster: Every word you say, or type, is worth listening to, and I want to be the person who is

Buster: first, like you said

Rio: I love you, talking with you

Buster: When was the last time we talked in person?

Rio: Summer? Maybe?

Rio: Not enough in forever

Buster: I owe you so many conversations

Rio: It’s mutual

Rio: all the minutes wasted stopping myself and hanging back from approaching you 

Buster: Do the maths for me

Rio: Tell me how high up the list of obsessions it is first

Buster: You know how obsessed I am with this

Rio: [do try and work it out from all the angles you could because giving how much you wanted to talk to him and how restrained you were this whole time etc, obsessed is certainly the vibe however you look at it]

Buster: Fuck

Buster: you truly never disappoint

Rio: Thinking about how long we’ve wanted and waited is another obsession

Rio: the answers come easy, honestly

Buster: Almost as easily as the solutions have and will

Rio: We both know what a good idea it is

Buster: I’ve got what I’m going to do to you down to a fine art

Rio: You’ve thought about it for so long, every way you can have me

Buster: Over and over, as if I’m incapable of having any other thoughts

Rio: That’s how it feels, once I let myself go there, I don’t know when I’ll be able to stop

Buster: I forget where I am, who I’m with, how much time has passed, everything

Rio: We’ve already seen the sun come up together so many nights 

Buster: Which is just as well, because the last time I can be certain I’ll notice anything else is [the night before she arrives]

Rio: We don’t need to, we need to be together

Buster: I need to look at you for hours

Rio: I want to memorise you, every second

Buster: Commit me to memory, I want us to commit to each other in every possible way there is

Rio: I want that too, badly

Buster: Write my name on you again

Rio: [do that, somewhere you can cover with your skirt but get to right now without fully flashing so it’s at danger of peeking out at any moment lowkey more than if you left the room and did it somewhere really private]

Buster: [likewise do hers, I’m imagining on his wrist cos we know how this boy feels about a wrist grab being a child of baze, so that it’s covered by his shirt sleeve but is in the same danger of peeking out because they love it, deliberately using a pen with more staying power than the fountain pen he used before to match the temporary lipstick vibe cos gotta see how long we can keep this]

Rio: I’m going to look so obsessed with myself, going between staring at my own thighs to my name on you 

Buster: You should be obsessed with yourself as well as with me

Rio: You’re always number one to me

Buster: Make me happy by validating my great taste then, love yourself as much as I love you

Rio: You’ll make me blush

Buster: Look at yourself once you do and that’ll prove my point

Rio: I don’t not like myself, it’s just complicated right now

Buster: I know, but I’m determined to uncomplicate it

Rio: I’ll let you

Buster: You won’t regret anything you let me do

Rio: You know there are no limits

Buster: The only rules are the ones we decide together

Rio: We’re 👑

Buster: Exactly, I told you, it’s simple

Buster: you’re royalty, treat yourself like that

Rio: I feel better for having your name on me

Buster: Wait a few years and you can have my name permanently on you

Rio: How will we ever decide where to put it permanently though

Buster: By putting it everywhere in pen until then and seeing how each place feels

Rio: How it makes you feel, that’s what I care about

Buster: I’ll show you

Rio: [drawing a B on your hand and doing lovey-dovey doodles]

Buster: [sending her a selfie of his heart eyes as if he isn’t in class lol, defs doing it so she can also see her name peeping out on his arm]

Rio: [change your background to that picture immediately and show him]

Buster: I’ve never smiled in [this lesson] before

Rio: That makes me happy, I want to make you smile everywhere

Buster: You’ll completely ruin my reputation, babe

Rio: You did say you were ready for that

Buster: I feel ready

Rio: I’m prepared to be yours in secret if we change our minds

Buster: I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to keep you, as a secret or not

Rio: Exactly

Rio: don’t think I’ll leave if everything doesn’t go exactly as we���ve said, because I won’t, the reality is more important, whatever it is

Buster: The reality is, I love you and I want this, us

Rio: I love you

Rio: the only thing standing in our way is other people but we can only pretend they don’t exist for so long

Buster: And those people can only stand in our way for so long

Rio: Your friends know how to overstay a welcome

Rio: but they should be so out of it you won’t need to be shy about it

Buster: I know how to make someone feel unwelcome, if you want them to leave rather than stay for how bold I am

Rio: I’m not scared

Buster: You’re a brave girl

Rio: Your brave girl

Rio: who makes no promises of being able to leave you alone

Buster: You promised not to leave my side

Rio: I can’t, I need to celebrate with you

Buster: And I need to celebrate you more than I do my birthday

Rio: It doesn’t bother me at all what your friends think, you’re my boyfriend

Buster: They’re barely my friends, their opinions don’t matter

Rio: I’m only slightly concerned that Nance won’t be as drunk as we think, that’s it

Buster: Think of as many drinking games as you can, I’ll do the same

Rio: I’d feel bad, if it wasn’t what she wanted

Buster: Keep in mind her lack of sympathy for you or your family

Rio: I am, she’s getting blackout

Buster: And sleeping it off in [whichever room in the baze gaff is the furthest from his but still somewhere he could feasibly leave a drunk Nancy]

Rio: Then I get you, all to myself

Buster: Finally

Rio: The others were always there, it’s never been just us

Buster: Rewriting it in my head could only achieve so much

Rio: Because everyone knows, what’s going to happen the second we are, it’s always been this way

Buster: Inevitable

Rio: No one is getting between us this time

Buster: We’ve planned for all eventualities, learnt lessons from each of those frustrating previous times

Rio: I can’t care, how I did, I can’t pretend that I’d stop for anyone

Rio: Only you can tell me no at this point

Buster: I’m only going to tell you yes

Rio: Even if I want to touch you right back under that table with your parents?

Buster: Emphatically if that’s what you want to do

Rio: I can’t let you just get me off when I know you’ll be aching too

Buster: Maybe I’ll get used to it once I’ve sat at this desk all day

Rio: I should be under it

Buster: You’re small enough to fit perfectly

Rio: I would stay there all day, I’m serious about how much I would love nothing more

Buster: You love to be hidden in plain sight

Rio: I know how happy it would make you, I can imagine your face perfectly

Buster: I can imagine yours, happy isn’t the word

Rio: My mouth would be too busy to smile, it might be an obsession 

Buster: Your eyes would, I’d have to change my phone background immediately

Rio: You know I’d have never looked better, happier

Buster: Neither of us have known happiness like that yet

Rio: But we’re going to know it every day

Buster: I refuse to let you go to bed upset like last night

Rio: You’re responsible, my favourite man

Buster: You’re precious to me

Rio: I’m your baby

Buster: Until you give me one

Rio: But after too, your biggest and most jealous

Buster: You said you’d share, no jealousy

Rio: Fine, no jealousy, just feed me your cum whilst you feed our baby

Buster: Going from princess to queen isn’t something to pout about

Rio: You have to love me most your whole life, I belong to you

Buster: My whole life will revolve around you, you’ll have given most of it to me

Rio: I’ll follow you, to America, I’d follow you anywhere

Buster: America’s just a possibility, you’re not

Rio: I’m sorry for last night, just let me say it because I am, I freaked out because it’s so clear what I want

Buster: I understand, I’ve been there myself 

Rio: It’s bound to happen, who wouldn’t worry when they know that they’d be so fucking happy shackled to their cousin’s bed if that’s what he needed

Buster: It’s a lot to want, but you don’t need to worry, you know that now

Rio: I meant that, I’m not scared, of you, of this

Rio: You love me, the only thing to be really scared of was that not being true

Buster: As soon as I knew what love meant, I knew I loved you

Rio: I’ve been yours since that moment, I knew I could rely on you like I couldn’t my other daddy

Buster: He doesn’t deserve to be called that

Rio: I know, old habits

Buster: If I ever hurt you like he does, I’d hurt myself way worse somehow

Rio: I never want you hurt

Buster: Then I better not let you down

Rio: You’re incapable, I swear, you love me too much

Buster: Yeah, I do, I swear

Rio: I want it to be our 18th, now

Buster: I’d marry you now, you’d have no time to plan anything

Rio: Our school shirts are white, what else do we need?

Buster: Mine won’t be if I bite my lip as hard as that idea makes me need to

Rio: If it were the olden days, I’d have to bleed for you

Rio: and everyone would agree I’m your rightful bride

Buster: Everyone would be stood around the bed watching you not bleed because of how much you want me

Rio: Imagine how they’d go and copy what we did, how many people we would have cumming

Buster: How many babies would be born

Rio: Our family even bigger, all because of us

Buster: I don’t think anyone else could actually copy a single thing you do though, not really

Rio: That’s why you want me, no mistresses

Buster: I’d send them all away

Rio: They can watch, only as punishment

Buster: Very fitting

Rio: Clean me up, not you

Buster: Why am I being punished by not being the one to clean you up?

Rio: You made the mess, you’re king, you don’t have to

Buster: But I do have to

Rio: You should be here when I get up

Rio: I know this chair is going to need licking clean

Buster: I’m jealous of whoever sits in it after you, they don’t even realise yet how lucky they are

Rio: You want me to leave it? 

Buster: As the alternative is me getting on a flight and telling you not to move a muscle before the plane lands, which I unfortunately can’t

Rio: I’ll let you clean my dining room chair before you put me on the table

Buster: Promise not to fall off while I’m busy

Rio: I’ll be mesmerized, easy promise

Buster: I’ll hold you still, I’m never that busy

Rio: You’re going to make sure you get every last drop

Buster: Of course, every drop is mine

Rio: You’re such a cumslut, I am obsessed

Buster: I don’t share my toys and you’re my favourite

Rio: You never have to share me again

Buster: You know I won’t, anyone who looks at you for too long at the party is dead to me

Rio: 🥰

Rio: You’ll have to check alone because I’m not looking away from you

Buster: You can watch what happens to them by staring into my eyes

Rio: That’s the hottest and most romantic thing you’ve said simultaneously 

Buster: It would kill me to deny you anything

Rio: You would never, you could barely keep to it when that was the unspoken agreement 

Buster: That bullshit was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do

Rio: Hard agree

Buster: Tell me how many hours we have left, because this waiting game honestly feels like a ridiculously close second

Rio: [tell him] 🙄 

Rio: How do we usually go months? I’ve forgotten every trick I knew to make it okay

Buster: I’ll think of new tricks, you’ll be okay

Rio: Will I?

Buster: I’ll make sure you are

Rio: Okay

Buster: And you’ll make me proud

Rio: Shh

Buster: Absolutely not

Rio: Have you gotten any work done today?

Buster: My work’ll all get done

Rio: Hmm, not an answer

Buster: You don’t need to worry about me, there’s your answer

Rio: You worry about me, isn’t it meant to be mutual?

Buster: Come on, I’m going to be offered admission to Harvard, school isn’t a concern 

Rio: That’s years away, nothing is guaranteed, boy 

Buster: I’ll guarantee it with years of hard work and good grades

Rio: Good, then I don’t need to worry, do I

Buster: I told you

Rio: Don’t be a know-it-all

Buster: Don’t be rude

Rio: You’re ruder

Buster: I am not

Rio: You are

Rio: What about my work? You’ve not even asked

Buster: Because we’ve already discussed priorities, I trust you to behave, in school or anywhere else, with or without me

Buster: I don’t call you my angel for no reason

Rio: You haven’t called me that in ages

Rio: Far too long, in fact 

Buster: Do your work and I won’t have a choice but to

Rio: 😒 FINE 

Rio: I don’t know where I am though, just with you

Buster: If you can’t follow the lesson, I’ll help you with your homework later

Rio: I’m not surprised that’s a fantasy you have 

Buster: Don’t you want to study with me?

Rio: Didn’t say that

Buster: Say you do

Rio: Of course I do

Rio: you’re one of the smartest people I know

Buster: You’re one of the smartest people I know

Rio: It’ll be easy work for us

Buster: Easy isn’t the word

Rio: What is

Buster: Perhaps I’ll write you a list

Rio: Perhaps you ought to focus on tutoring me

Buster: Okay, tell me the last thing you remember being able to focus on from this class

Rio: 😶

Buster: Come on, there must be something

Rio: Haven’t we been talking this entire time? You come on

Buster: I’m flattered

Rio: As you should be

Rio: don’t worry, nothing important is being learnt, I can tell that much from everyone else

Buster: I’ll teach you everything you need to know anyway

Rio: We can make time to do all the work you need, within reason, of course

Buster: Nothing unreasonable, this is your holiday

Rio: Our birthday

Buster: Yeah

Rio: Let’s do everything together, whatever mundane everyday thing we can think of

Buster: I can’t think of a single thing that wouldn’t be better done with you

Rio: It’ll be like playing house, but

Rio: realer

Buster: We both need real

Rio: Everything has been so real it all seems fake, distant now

Rio: not my real, you know?

Rio: We’re the right kind

Buster: I’m glad I can be that for you

Rio: No pressure, yeah

Rio: that sounded less intense in my head

Buster: I thrive under pressure, remember

Rio: No, not cool of me

Rio: I have to rein it in

Buster: Don’t

Rio: Not pulling away again but enough

Buster: Enough for what?

Rio: Enough to be fun and not scary

Buster: I’m not scared, you know that

Rio: That doesn’t mean I want to be scary to test you

Buster: You don’t have to rein yourself in to protect me

Rio: I don’t want to lose myself, my grip on reality and feet on the ground

Rio: except, I do want that but it’s a dangerous thing to want and I know that now

Buster: You aren’t going to lose anything, there’s only everything to gain

Rio: How do you know that?

Buster: Call it ego if you like, you definitely would’ve before

Rio: If the shoe fits, like

Buster: On the other hand, I’d prefer to say I like you too much to let any parts of you go

Rio: I like you 

Rio: I’m not spiralling, not here 

Buster: Curl around me as soon as you’re here, we’ll create our own spiral

Rio: God, [countdown] go faster 

Rio: I need you like that

Buster: I need all of you not some watered down version, if you feel like you have to do that bullshit, I’ve failed

Rio: It isn’t you, you know it’s not you 

Buster: No, it’s you, how indescribably great you are

Buster: But I have to let you know that or I’m not doing enough

Rio: You are letting me know that

Rio: it’s not us, it’s everything else, how that weighs

Buster: Shrinking yourself smaller will just mean you’ll struggle to carry it

Rio: No one expected it to happen to her

Rio: unspoken but undeniable I’m the ideal candidate 

Buster: You think it should’ve been you because you want the chance to take her place, she’s your sister and you wish you could spare her what she’s been through

Buster: that’s a normal response, there’s no more to those thoughts, and there certainly isn’t truth to them

Rio: [a moment to excuse yourself from this lesson real quick because you gotta]

Rio: I’m still here

Rio: I don’t know what to say though, and that’s to you, what will I say to her? When she wants us to visit her, if she ever does

Buster: You’ll find the words

Buster: but if you couldn’t at first, Edie wouldn’t hold a temporary silence against you, not after asking to see you

Rio: She isn’t going to ask, not for me

Buster: Come on, you don’t know that

Rio: I do, when has she ever?

Buster: Things have changed

Rio: You could certainly say that

Buster: All bets are off

Rio: That’s not going to be comforting, however you put it

Buster: I’ll be here to comfort you whatever happens

Rio: I know

Rio: as long as she’s getting help and support, it isn’t about me

Buster: You’re allowed to want to visit her

Rio: If she doesn’t want it though, I won’t, not for my own sake

Buster: Obviously not, you’re the least selfish person I’ve ever met

Rio: You really think so?

Buster: Thinking about it used to make me really angry

Rio: You thought it was holier than thou, I get it

Buster: But now I do get it

Rio: Being any other way makes no sense to me, it wouldn’t occur 

Buster: You take after your mum

Rio: I guess so

Rio: I don’t know how she carries on though, every time

Rio: I don’t have that in me

Buster: You are carrying on

Rio: Am I?

Rio: I came running to you the second I could

Buster: She has people she leans on too, everyone does, even my mum

Rio: This time, for now, sure

Rio: but how great did those people turn out to be, you’ve already pointed out happily that my da sucks too

Buster: You’ve undeniably got better taste

Rio: It isn’t funny

Buster: I’m not joking, I’ve already also pointed out we have the luxury of learning from their mistakes

Buster: no one’s happier than I am that I’m not as traumatised as my parents are

Rio: You don’t have to be so arrogant about it

Buster: I’m being honest, I haven’t exaggerated my importance or capabilities, I don’t need to

Rio: It’s just smug, alright

Buster: It’s excessive in your opinion, I disagree

Rio: Good for you, disagree on your own

Buster: Fine

Rio: [oop, at least that shut y’all up I guess lmao]

Buster: [we did need to lol, soz though lads]

[moonlightdancer26]

Is there a love story behind elloona👀???

I’m glad you asked 👀

To answer your question: Yes. There is, in fact, a love story behind my relationship with @maruke2003.

Here are the names in case you don’t remember:

El/Ellie — @maruke2003

Seph — @halfblood-princes-crown

Astro — @astronova-00

Martina/Mars Bars — @bookwalmartav

Will/Willow — @somesnapefan2

Rose — @rosetheslytherpuffxoxo

Teddy — @teddyscottish

Anyway

I’ll start from the ✨beginning✨

Disclaimer: This is input from both sides. I have told El about this question and we’ve discussed it.

Funnily enough, we met through our first adopted child—Seph. He was the reason El and I became friends, wives, and mothers. 😌

So, I never noticed El, even though she noticed me a little before. I only really noticed her when she began sending Seph Snupin drabbles to try and convert him into becoming a Snupin shipper.

(I’ll get to that in a bit ^)

How we felt about each other before we became friends:

El told me that: “You intimidated the fuck out of me but I wanted to be your friend cuz I thought you were cool.” (😕) Because of my aura, apparently.

And, I feel bad for saying this but, I was a bit weirded out when I first noticed her sending asks to Seph. Back then, I was only friends with four members of the Elloona fam (Seph, Astro, Will, and Martina) and Seph was my fave person on Tumblr. I wasn’t weirded out in a mean-sorta-way, I was just like “hold the phone. who’s this person and why’s Seph friends with them?” because I’ve never noticed their existence before and was curious because they really seemed to love Snupin, so I was like.. there’s a Snupin shipper trying to convert my bestie and I didn’t know about it?😭

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Moving on, it had finally dawned on me that Seph didn’t ship Snupin, so I was like *le gasp* and sent him this ask where I expressed my shock over him not shipping Snupin and told him that I can send a bunch of recs. Seph of course refused (🙄). On the other hand, @maruke2003, seeing this, tags me in the replies (all the replies are there in the post I linked btw, so you can go check them out for yourself) and asks me to send me some recs for our wonderful OTP, and I, being myself, decide to create The Ultimate Snupin Fanfic List and list almost 50 fics—in which there are series included (so idk if each part of the series counts as an individual fic). She thanked me for it and noticed that one of the fics I recommended to her was Lily’s Boy by SomewheresSword, so she was like “OMG I LOVE LILY’S BOY” and told me I went a bit overboard. I told her she had wonderful taste and apologised, then she said she opened like 20 new fics and that “we’ll need to chat about Snupin one day cuz YES.”

Here was the exchange, for the lazy ones:

And that was that. I was just like “aight ig they’re pretty cool (if you ship Snupin, I automatically like you, that’s the rule), I hope we’ll manage to convert Seph one day.” I simply moved on with life.

Then around two days later El DMs me, iirc it was about Lily’s Boy (and Snupin fics as a whole), I was kinda like “oh” but replied anyway. We got to talking and it was enjoyable, then we soon started messaging each other everyday. And then boom. Chaotic Snupin-loving besties.

How we became wives:

One day, a random idea popped up in my head: What if El and I had a ship tag for our interactions for both of our blogs? I thought it’d be a fun little touch to both our blogs and so I told her about it, and she said we should make a ship name for us. Then we exchanged some choices and El came up with: ✨Elloona✨

I don’t remember at what point of our relationship did we start calling each other wives, but it just happened. I’m pretty sure it might have started when Ellie edited her bio and added “Moon is my wife” (🥹), and I was like omg let’s do that for each other and so I changed my bio. And we pretty much just went with that.

El and I kinda made flirty comments with each other bc we’re both dirty-minded and we love to make dumb jokes, so I think that’s where it started.

How we became mothers / How we became The Elloona Fam:

One day, Ellie just told me “I adopted Seph” and I was like yoooo. I thought it’d just stop at Seph but El and I soon started to gather up more and more children.

Here is the order of who we adopted:

1. Seph

2. Astro (who declared themselves as our child 🙂)

3. Martina

4. Rose

And we also got siblings for ourselves, Ellie has two siblings—our children’s aunts: Will and Teddy. I don’t have a sibling in the Elloona fam (THE POSITION IS OPEN but if we aren’t that close I’ll have to decline <3), but I suppose I have more than enough irl siblings to make up for that 🤷‍♀️

One day, El came up with a new tag: “The Elloona fam.” And now we just accepted it as our family name. We also created some other tags: “stan the Elloona fam for clear skin,” “Elloona and their first child,” (<- I came up with the first two 😌), “the Elloona fam,” “Elloona fam,” and “the Elloona sisters.” We might create one for the children but they hardly interact. 🙄

So yeah, I guess this just about covers it. Thanks for asking!

[nastybuckybarnes]

Hoist The Colours  -  3/3

Pairing: Pirate!Bucky X SeaGoddess!Reader 

Summary: An encounter with the man you used to love lands you and your new crew in peril, stuck on a ship with the people responsible for binding you. And what they have planned for you is far worse than what you’d first imagined.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Violence, Injuries, Death,

Word Count: 2.2K

A/n: Oof another thing is finished. I’m gonna start actually finishing stuff but Idk what to write I’m sad that my stuff is ending :( But I hope you enjoy this!

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The door to your cell gets wrenched open, pulling you from your light sleep.

“You!” Rumlow snarls, grabbing you by the throat and lifting you to your feet.

“Where have they taken my prisoners?” You furrow your brows, yanking out of his grip.

“How am I supposed to know? I was left behind.” He grinds his teeth together and grabs your bicep, dragging you out of your cell and onto the main deck.

The clouds are dark and gloomy, the waters wild and violent, but not by your doing.

“You must’ve helped them, that other witch too! So tell me, how did you do it?” He shoves you and you gasp, tumbling onto the wet wood of the deck.

“How could I have helped them? You have me chained up like a dog!” You spit, glaring up at him. He stoops down to your level, grabbing your face harshly.

“You will watch your tongue or you will lose it. You do not need your voice to do my bidding.” He shoves you back down and you bite back a yelp of pain.

The sky darkens further, thunder booming and clouds rolling in.

“I will never do your bidding!” You snarl, a flash of lightning punctuating your words.

Rumlow’s eyes widen for a moment, and then he’s got his sword pointed at you, the tip just brushing your throat.

“On your feet, witch!” You obey, standing up with your chin held high.

“You will do my bidding, or you will join all those who you have sent to the depths. It is your choice.” You follow his gaze over your shoulder to where the plank is being extended over the raging ocean.

You look back at him, jaw set, and he knows you’ve made your decision.

The wind whips around your hair as he walks you to the plank, his sword digging into your back just hard enough to cause discomfort, but not pain, not yet.

You carefully step onto the plank, taking deep breaths of the salty air as the water rages beneath you.

“I will give you one last chance, wench. I will spare your life, all you need do is swear your powers to me. You’ll have the sea back in your grasp, the power to do what you please. You need only do so at my side.”

Raindrops splatter against your face, just gently at first, until you’re consumed in an intense storm, the water pelting down against you.

“You’ve forgotten, Captain, that you are not sending me to the depths,” you look over your shoulder at him with a small smile, “you are sending me home.”

You look down at the water, preparing yourself for the cool embrace, when a particularly harsh wave rocks against the ship, sending you stumbling back a step.

A wave rises up over the ship, a spiral of green swirling inside of it and for a moment you think that you’ve already died.

The wave crashes against the ship, sending the men falling and scrambling, submerging the deck for a moment.

But you stay rooted in place, the familiar green hue just touching your fingertips, the ends of your hair, then slowly becoming part of you once more.

You hear the men shouting and coughing, feel Rumlow’s sword pressed against your back once again, but you only turn around to face him.

The storm continues, the waves fighting the ship, and you cock your head to the side, sending a gust of wind towards the man threatening you. He stumbles back, eyes wide with fear.

“H-how do you...” You take slow steps towards him, waving your hand behind you as his crew-mates try to run at you. The wind pushes them back, keeping them a safe distance from you and the captain.

“You will give me answers and you will give them to me now!” You hiss, glaring daggers at him.

“Whatever it is that you wish to know, I will tell you. Just please, spare my life.”

You watch him for a long moment, fighting tears as the question bubbles out of you.

“Why? Why did he do it?”

Rumlow only shakes his head, on his knees and ready to beg for mercy.

“’twas me... I caused him to do it. With the help of a siren for the price of his left arm, I got the binding spell from him. He knew not what he was doing, though he gave the information.” You let out a shaky breath, a weight lifted off of your shoulders.

“All this time I had thought it was he who betrayed me... but it wasn’t.” You turn your gaze to him, eyes glowing green with the influx of power.

“It was you. You and your greed.” He shakes his head and scrambles back desperately.

You step aside as a sword comes down right where you were standing, and Rumlow uses your momentary distraction to sprint away.

“Kill her! Kill the Witch!” He shouts, grabbing his own sword.

You shake your head, the wind whipping strong enough to keep them away.

A nagging in your mind stops you for a moment, and a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“The King and his men stole the queen from her bed... and bound her in her bones.” Your voice travels on the wind.

“The seas be ours, and by the powers, where we will, we’ll roam.”

“Captain! We’ve got a ship coming up starboard!” A man shouts, pointing his sword at the familiar ship.

“They’re upon us! Battle stations!” The men scramble to their stations, trying to get prepared as the ship approaches.

“Yo ho, all hands, hoist the colours high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.” The voices ring out to you clear as day, responding to the call.

It’s only a matter of moments before canons start firing and men start boarding the ship, swords clashing and guns firing.

Your eyes scan the crowd, freezing on a man approaching you. You simply look at him and he crumples to the ground, grabbing at his throat.

“Rumlow!” You shout, following your instincts up to the foredeck and finding the captain cowering, exactly how you thought he would.

“You want to throw me overboard, captain?” You sneer his title, taking another step towards him. He stumbles back, slipping on the wet wood and scrambling away from you and towards the main deck.

“You forget that I am the sea and all things in it.”

The rain pelts down on you and the wind whips your hair around your face wildly, your eyes glowing green with the force of your power.

At that moment, you look every bit the sea goddess that the stories described. And today, you’re planning on being just as cruel.

“You stripped me of my purpose, my power. Bound me to my form and took away my reason for existence! You sacrificed the man I love for your own greedy gain. What do you have to say for yourself?” Your powers protect you from the fighting around you, the man before you protected as well.

No one will take your vengeance from you.

“I’m sorry!” He cries, slipping back further.

You shake your head and grab him by the front of his tunic, tossing his sword aside and glaring into his eyes.

“No, you’re not. Not yet. But you will be, that I promise you.”

You cock your head to the side, your free hand coming up, fingers flexed.

The water on the deck swirls around your ankles, clawing up the man before you.

“You’ve never had your purpose taken from you because a man like you has no purpose.” You twist your wrist, controlling the water around you and watch in satisfaction as his eyes widen, the water rising up over his face.

“So what else can I take, but your life?” You ask rhetorically, watching as the water trickles into his mouth and nose, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

He tries to claw at you, but his hands can’t reach you. His struggles are futile, though that doesn’t stop him.

You steal the life away from him, exactly the way he did to you.

He collapses on the ground, his body convulsing for a moment before falling still, death embracing him.

You take a deep breath, embracing your freedom, then slowly turn around.

You’re instantly meet with piercing blue eyes staring at you from across the ship. His chest is heaving and he’s squinting through the downpour, but his eyes are on you.

You walk over to him, the rain lessening with each step you take until you’re right in front of him.

The wind dies down and the ocean becomes calm. The fighting around you draws to a sombre end, victory on the tip of your tongue.

His sword clatters to the ground, his hands finding yours ever so gently, his eyes filled with so many emotions.

“Gentlemen, the ship is ours!” Steve shouts, a smile on his face. You turn around, pulling Bucky’s arms around your waist as you watch the crew celebrate their success.

Your eyes find Wanda’s and Tony’s through the crowd, both of them smiling brightly up at you.

The two crews celebrate, Pirates and Kingsmen, and you can’t help but smile at them.

“Back to the ship! We’ve gotten what we came for. The King can enjoy plundering Rumlow’s ship. I trust that will keep him off of our back for a while, yes?” Steve looks at Tony pointedly and the brunet nods.

You step out of your lover’s arms and walk down to the two men, one hand gently finding Tony’s forearm.

“I owe you a debt, Tony. One I fear I may never be able to repay.” He shakes his head, taking your hands gently in his and smiling at you.

“You’ve no debt to be paid. But if you feel so inclined, could you maybe hold back any storms for the next day or so? I’d like a chance to dry my clothes.” You giggle and nod, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, for all that you’ve done for myself and Wanda.” He gives you a tender smile and nods.

“It’s what I wish had been done for my mother.” He sniffles then straightens up.

“Now come on, men. It’s time we return to the King!” His crew-mates start busying themselves quickly.

“Alright lads, back to the ship!” Steve calls, leading his own crew members to their ship.

You watch as everyone eagerly crosses, smiling encouragingly at Wanda. She crosses swiftly, her eyes drawing to the helmsman for a moment.

“Are you ready?” A soft voice asks from behind you. You take a breath then nod, looking over at him.

“Yes.”

The two of you cross back to his ship, the ship almost cooing at you as soon as your feet hit the deck. You can’t fight the smile the spreads on your face at being back, and you don’t try to.

“It’s good to have you back,” Steve says, giving you a nod. You do the same, sighing happily.

“It’s good to be back, Steve.” Bucky takes your hand then and tugs you gently towards his quarters.

The door closes softly behind you and you take a moment to reacquaint yourself with the room.

You can feel his eyes on you, the tension palpable but not unpleasant.

Without looking at him, you speak.

“Could you help me out of my gown? It’s far too heavy.” He walks towards you, untying the back and watching as the fabric slides down your body, leaving you only in your white slip.

His hands hesitantly trail over your skin, one cold and one hot and the contrast is so delicious.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, head falling to the side as he presses soft kisses to your neck.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, my love,” he whispers against your skin, spinning you around to face him.

You gaze up at him lovingly, one hand coming up to cup his jaw.

“Show me,” you whisper, leaning up to gently brush your lips over his.

“Show me how much you missed me. Give me a reason to clear the skies and calm the seas. Make me give us good wind and easy sail. Prove to me that you’re still worthy of my mercy.”

He brings your hand to his mouth, kissing each one of your fingers then smiling.

“I’ll never truly be worthy of your mercy. But I am more than willing to both swear and prove my loyalty to you. I will give myself over to you; body, heart, mind, and soul.”

You look up at him tenderly, cupping his cheek gently.

“I will sail to the ends of the Earth for you, fight the gods if I need to. Anything to keep you in my arms.”

“My heart belongs to you, James. And never will it belong to anyone else.”

[buttercupbuck]

it’s five in the morning and i’m bored at work so have this rambling meta about the choices made by the writers in the first episode of s5 because im spiraling and can’t stop thinking about the implications of everything we got

because like…look. they could’ve established that ana was not the one for eddie with a reference to an off-screen breakup, like we had for buck and ali. and i’m very glad they didn’t go that route, because this is definitely something that needs to be fleshed out, but they still could have resolved this storyline without this element of panic/repression that is specific to his relationship with ana. they still could’ve had a storyline of him realizing he doesn’t need to commit to this relationship and that he’s allowed to choose happiness for himself without doing All That.

and as for the panic attack itself, they easily could’ve just…not shown him having one over ana’s role in his and christopher’s life. they could’ve made his anxiety solely about the shooting and his repression of that trauma, which honestly would’ve been the most straightforward and expected narrative. not that the direction they’re going in doesn’t make sense or isn’t true to his character, but just that the connection between a traumatic event and subsequent ptsd is definitely more clear and easy for the general audience to make (compared to you know, him having a panic attack over someone mistaking his girlfriend for his son’s mother)

and yet we don’t see him being initially triggered by a loud noise, or something else that could be connected to the shooting. instead, his panic breaks the surface in a moment where heteronormativity is imposed on him in a way that is jarring and almost terrifying to him, and i think it’s pretty telling

because yeah there’s just an incredible difference between realizing that someone’s not right for you and having that fact be something that triggers a massive anxiety response. if it was just the fact that ana isn’t right for him and that alone, i really don’t think we would’ve gotten this response. because yes i think there’s a lot that’s contributing to his panic - there’s him wanting to pretend he’s okay and using his relationship to project a narrative of healing, him wanting to do what he’s always been told is right for christopher, etc…

but at the same time, we’ve seen him going through a similar situation before. we saw him reconnecting with shannon and trying to fold her back into their lives even though it didn’t feel entirely right because he loved her and because christopher needed a mother, and despite how conflicted he felt about it, we didn’t see him having a panic attack over it

but something something the shooting and the will and carla’s comment all linger in the back of his head and something’s clearly changed and it’s becoming very clear that his trauma from the shooting isn’t the only thing he’s repressing. like again, if they just wanted to touch on his ptsd, they easily could’ve done that without the ana of it all. not only that, but they also could’ve addressed the ana of it all in a way that didn’t directly tie into/trigger his panic. like idk just as an example, they could’ve had bobby (someone he’s leaned on in his process of healing from his grief) notice how uncertain eddie seemed when talking about the christening, and then shown him talking to eddie about his relationship with ana at some point later on in the episode/blackout arc, and have eddie reach some sort of healing/resolution through that. or idrk but i do know that there were a million other ways they could’ve accomplished the goal of breaking eddie and ana up that didn’t have the same implications as what we got

…and then on an entirely separate note and wrt buck and taylor, they could’ve shown them simply enjoying each other’s presence without being overt in their hints of underlying tension/conflict. if they really wanted the audience to care about and invest in them as a couple, they would put in some effort to show us how well they fit together romantically and how they bring out the best in each other before diving into what’s wrong within the relationship

[bloodxbat]

Idk why I haven’t seen this yet (and I love your stuff) but a NSWF fic with George based on the song Slumber Party by Ashnikko

Yes I love this.

Warnings: Smut, Swearing!, Oral (male and female receiving), Reader slightly cheating on Theo Nott? Choking, Dom/Sub, slight breeding kink? praise, some degradation

Taglist: @amourtentiaa @sunrisefairy @pens-and-roses @rosietoesy @comfortwriting @famdomhideout @dracofknmalfoy @pandaxnienke @writing-wh0re @onlyfreds @whipped-for-the-weasley-twins @fairielovegood @gaycatlord-stuff @0x0spunky-monkey0x0 @georgeweasleysbabe @skarlettmikaelson

(MESSAGE/ASK IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED)

Word Count: 2.9K

Prompt(s) used: none

Summary: Y/N found out that Theo Nott her boyfriend has been cheating on her for ages, she started to fall out of love for Theo a while ago and began to gain feelings for her best friend George Weasley, little did she know he felt the same about her. Based on the song Slumber Party by Ashnikko.

Masterlist

Slumber Party

George Weasley x Fem! Reader

I’m not shy, I’ll say it

I’ve been picturing you naked

I’m a little faded

You look like a fuckin’ paintin’ 

Y/N had found out that her boyfriend Theo Nott had been cheating on her the whole time they were in a relationship. It annoyed her yes, but if she was being honest with herself she had stopped having feelings for Theo a while ago and was now totally head over heels for her best friend George Weasley. The man sitting right in front of her on his bed looked completely ethereal, his long ginger hair was beautiful, the freckles on his face reminded her of stars in the sky. All she wanted to do was to reach over and kiss him, become in a relationship with George, possibly get totally covered in hickeys by him as payback to Theo for being a complete and utter dickhead to her. 

George was too focused on his book to notice Y/N looking at him with hearts in her eyes. George had spent a while now trying to repress his feelings for Y/N because he knew she was in a relationship and it would be wrong to make any advances, he also repressed those feelings because he didn’t want to ruin the friendship they had and make it awkward if she didn’t reciprocate the same feelings towards him as he did her. Little did he know she did. 

“George” Y/N spoke softly gaining his attention

“mhm” he hummed in response now looking her in the eyes

“Theo-Theo has been cheating on me” 

“He what?!”

“yeah, apparently he has been the whole time we’ve been in a relationship, seen him sucking off the face of some Hufflepuff girl”

“did you break up with him?”

“no, I just came here, to see you”

“oh”

“but I want to get back at him” 

“how?”

“I want you George”

“You-you want me?”

Y/N just nodded her head, biting her lip.

“Yeah, I uhm- if I'm being honest I sort of began to fall for you a couple of months ago George”

Big doe eyes, amazin’

She’s everything I’ve been prayin’

My heart palpitation

She looks like the type to break it

George was in total awe of what he had just been told. She had feelings for him? Was this really happening? George didn’t have any words, although he did have a burst of confidence with this new found information. 

Before he could even process what he was doing George was leaning towards Y/N and captured her lips with his in a soft kiss. They both pulled back and looked into each others eyes, searching for the answer of whether or not the other enjoyed that very short and sweet kiss they had just shared. 

As if they both communicated with their eyes, they both leaned in again, but this time kisses more passionately. Moans falling into each other’s mouths, their tongues brushing off each other battling for dominance. 

George leaned forward more so Y/N was now lying on her back on the bed, her arms wrapped securely round his neck, pulling him closer to her in need of touch and friction. 

Y/N lifted her hips up grinding herself onto George causing a growl to come from his lips, instantly making a pool of arousal build up in her pants. 

George could feel his trousers becoming a lot tighter, his dick begging for attention trapped within his trousers. 

Me and your girlfriend playing dress up at my house

I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch

She cute, Kawaii hentai boobies, that excites me

I think she likes me, asked politely can I 

George slowly began to kiss her neck, moans escaping her mouth as he sucked down slightly on her sweet spots leaving red a purple marks as he went. His fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt, silently asking if he could take it off, Y/N lifted her hips slightly, allowing him to pull it down her legs and throw it somewhere on the floor, not caring where it landed. Next to come off was her top, only breaking the kiss as George lifted it up over her head. 

George stared down at her half naked body, soaking up how good she looked underneath him, all her imperfections glowed and quickly became his favourite part(s) of her. Y/N blushed slightly under his gaze, but George found this cute as she attempted to hide her face in the pillow. 

“Don’t hide darling, you’re absolutely beautiful” he cooed, leaning down and kissing her softly before beginning to trailing kissed all down her chest, skilfully unclasped her bra, revealing her breasts, one of which he quickly took into his hand massaging it while kissing and biting on the other, earning soft whiney moans to fall from Y/N’s lips, her back arching wanting, no, needing more. 

“P-please Georgie” she whined

“Patience darling, I'm getting there, gonna eat out your pretty little pussy” 

George trailed open mouthed kissed down her stomach until he reached the hem of her panties. Looking up at her for permission George pulls them down over her thighs, the part of her that by far was his favourite, tossing them to join the rest of her clothes which now scattered the dormitory room. 

The absence of the fabric of her panties, showed off Y/N’s shining cunt perfectly to George, his eyes turned dark with pure lust. 

“So gorgeous, look at you dripping for me, look so tasty” he groaned licking his lips, before diving straight down, taking her clit in his mouth and sucking gently. Y/N’s hands went straight to his fiery red hair, tugging as she moaned and bucked her hips. George’s tongue worked wonders on her, the way it alternated between thrusting in and out of her to licking broad stripes up her folds. The lewd slurping sounds of George anomalistically eating her out filled the room along with her loud moans. Each time Y/N pulled on the hair at the nape of George’s neck, it caused him to growl onto her sending vibrations straight to her core. 

“F-fuck Georgie, m’close so close oh God”

“Go on darling, cum for me, all over my face, need to taste all of you”

With a few more licks from George, Y/N released all her juices on to his face, her legs shaking and her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she let out a strangled moan. George hummed onto her as he soaked up all of her release onto his tongue, savouring the sweet and salty taste. 

George rose from in-between her legs, licking his lips. His chin and lips still glistening from a mix of his own saliva and Y/N’s release. 

“Tasted so good cumming for me darling, done so well”

Y/N reached her hand forward, palming him through his trousers, she could feel just how hard he was and it only turned her on more. She rubbed his erect cock slightly causing his eyes to flutter closed a breathy moan falling from his lips. 

“Please George, wanna make you feel good, please can I suck your dick, been such a good girl”

“How can I say no when your begging like a good little slut”

Slumber Party

Slumber Party 

Slumber Party

Slumber Party

George got up off the bed, pulling his top over his head, revealing his bare, pale and freckled torso. Y/N’s jaw almost dropped to the floor at the sight of him, sure she could slightly make out the muscles he had gained from years of quidditch underneath his top, but now that it was off, she could see every toned detail, and it made her mouth water like crazy, he was absolutely gorgeous. 

Next came his trousers, they too were discarded to the floor of the dormitory, leaving George only in his boxers, his bulge very prominent. 

“On your knees darling”

Y/N quickly obliged, getting off the bed and placing herself just in front of him, her head at the same height as his cock. 

“Go on pretty girl, take them off, n’make me feel good”

Y/N brought her hands up to the hem of his boxers, wrapping her fingers round the waist band, and pulled them down his legs. Freeing his erect dick, which came bouncing out and slapped him on the stomach, the sheer size of him made her salivate like a dog waiting for its dinner. Her eyes wide, wondering how in Godric’s name she was going to fit him all in her mouth. 

Y/N tentatively brought her hand up, spitting on it, before stroking his member from base to tip, George’s head falling back and eyes closing in pleasure finally getting some release. Y/N began to teasingly kiss the tip, soaking up the pre cum that was leaking from him on her fingers and spreading it round his dick, before taking the tip into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks, pulling off of him with a ‘pop’.

She then, once she had gained more confidence, took as much of George as she could into her mouth, her tongue laying flat on the under side of his shaft, causing pleasure to shoot right to his core. 

“Fuck princess, taking me so well, feels so good” he slurred now in complete pleasure. 

Y/N bobbed her head up and down faster, gagging as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. The noises only edging George closer and closer to his release. 

“God princess, keep going, m’gonna cum, m’gonna cum and you’re gonna take all of it”

Y/N’s pace only quickened, her wanting more than nothing to make him cum and taste him all. Soon enough, George’s hand made its way to the back of her head, pushing her all the way down onto him as he released his hot cum all down her throat, forcing her to swallow all of it. The moan that George made as he came was something that Y/N was sure, was going to repeat in her head daily. 

“Done so well darling, took my cum like a good little whore”

“You’re welcome Georgie, loved having your cock in my mouth”

Uh, it’s getting hot in here

I’m the Nelly in the party with some rocks for ears

I’m a slave for you, baby, Ms Britney Spears

I’m a clubber, she a Taurus bring it on for cheers

“Yeah, you like sucking my cock princess” he cooed kissing her sweetly 

“mhm, love it, will do anything you want Georgie, anything for you, m’gonna be your good girl”

George’s eyes softened slightly though still dark with lust. Hearing how Y/N was willing to be totally submissive for him, do anything he liked filled his heart. 

George led her over to the bed where he sat down, leaning against the headboard. He patted his lap, motioning for her to straddle him. 

Once Y/N was sat comfortably on his lap, George brought her down for a heated, needy kiss. Moans falling again into each others mouths, tongues fighting against each other although this time it was clear that George took dominance straight away. 

George pulled away and began sucking on her neck, licking over the already formed hickeys before whispering into her ear. 

“Want you to ride be baby”

And I’m sexy like Christina when I dip it low

Not an H-town girl, but I rodeo

Yippee-ki-yay, welcome to the show

It’s an all-girl party, clothing optional

Y/N helped George position himself at her entrance, his tip only just swiping across her folds, causing a needy moan to fall from her lips. Both of them groan in pleasure as Y/N slowly sinks down on George’s cock. Y/N feels full to the brim, her eyes watering slightly at the sting of the stretch, she had never taken anyone as big as George before. 

“S-so big Georgie, feels so goo-d” 

“yeah? fill you right up don’t I princess, feel so fucking tight, squeezing my cock like a good girl” he moaned

Once she was used to his size, Y/N began to lift her hips up and down, bouncing on his cock, George’s hands slightly guiding her onto him, setting a semi-fast pace. 

The sound of their skin slapping and breathy moans filled the room, each panting with pleasure. Their foreheads rested together as they looked into each others eyes. 

“Look so pretty riding me baby, tits bouncing perfectly, oh-f-fuck”

Me and your girlfriend playin’ dress up at my house

I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch

She cute, kawaii, hentai boobies, that excites me

I think she really likes me, asked politely, can I

George flips them over so that he is on top, the sight of Y/N beneath him again turns him on even more. He is quick to sheath himself back inside her, muffling her moans with his mouth, wanting to taste her lips as he pounds into her. 

His hands lift up to meet her boobs, massaging and kneading the skin roughly, causing explicit moans to far from Y/N’s mouth. 

“God George, keep going, h-harder please” she cried, tears of absolute pleasure running down her cheeks as his cock hit her g-spot with every thrust. 

“Aw look at you crying under me, quite pathetic, but I'm willing to give you what you want since you’ve been such a good girl for me”

George pulled almost all the way out of her, lifting her legs over his shoulder in order to get a better angle, before slamming into her harshly. 

Slumber Party

Slumber Party

Slumber Party

Slumber Party

George’s pace quickened, whines falling from Y/N mouth as she could feel herself getting closer to her release. 

“Mmm you close baby girl? can feel you squeezing round my dick, gonna have to hold it baby, ‘til I tell you, you can cum”

“B-but Georgie, feels too good, d’know if I can hold it an-y longer” 

“Just hold it, I know you can, be a good girl for me, been so good”

My girl look like Wednesday Adams

Eyes go black when she orgasms

Hide your back she likes to stab them

My butt cheeks, she like to grab

Y/N was in need of even more pleasure from George, if he wasn’t going to let her cum yet she might as well get the most out of this. 

She reached for his hand and guided it towards her neck. George’s fingers instantly wrapping round her throat squeezing the sides of her neck slightly, causing the blood circulation to be cut off giving Y/N extreme pleasure as she felt light headed. 

“So dirty wanting me to choke you baby, but you look so good with my hand wrapped round your throat”

“Yes Georgie, please, love it when you choke me”

“That right baby?”

Y/N nodded her head, moaning as the mix of George’s hand on her throat and his dick pounding into her at an un-godly pace, was beginning to be too much. 

“Since you’ve been so good, m’gonna let you cum, come on princess, cum all over my cock, soak me”

Y/N felt her legs shake as pleasure washed over her, her walls tightening around George’s cock as her juices run down her legs. Her eyes black over as they roll to the back of her head, screaming out a gargled moan. 

“Good girl, fuck- felt so good cumming round me, looked so pretty too”

Matching pyjama birthday suits

Her spit taste just like juicy fruit 

She do that thing she usually do

Spell my name with her tongue, like

George knew he wouldn’t last much longer, after feeling Y/N clench round him, he was a goner, he threw his head back as he continued to pound into her chasing his own high.

“F-fuck m’gonna cum, gonna fill you up baby”

Both moaned at the feeling of George’s seed shooting into her, painting her walls with his release. 

George thrusted a few more times, making sure his release stayed inside her. 

“Felt so good baby, were such a good girl for me, doing what you were told”

He leant down, capturing her lips in a loving and passionate kiss, a kiss which contrasted the earlier hungrier and sloppy kisses they shared. 

Me and your girlfriend playin’ dress  up at my house

I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch

She cute, kawaii, hentai boobies, that excites me

I think she really likes me, asked politely can I 

George pulled out, hissing at the loss of contact. Y/N felt herself feel completely empty as the feeling of George being inside her disappeared. 

George laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing the side of her head as she cuddled up into the side of him, sighing with content at the warm feeling of their bodies pressed up against each other. 

Slumber Party

Slumber Party

Slumber Party

Slumber Party

“Can’t believe we just did that” George laughed

“Yeah, neither can I, but I must say, it was amazing” Y/N giggled

“Bet I'm a better fuck that Theo”

“Oh yeah, you are 100%, way better” she smiled

“I want you to be my only fuck from now on” Y/N said looking into Georges eyes, a breathy laugh escaped his mouth.

“Is that your way of asking me out L/N? so romantic”

“Shut up, carrot crotch, will you though? go out with me?”

“First of all, carrot crotch? ouch! Secondly, yes, yes I will. But first, you need to go break up with that cheating dick head”

“I will, but right now I want cuddles” Y/N pouted

“Anything for you princess”

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Black

Prompts: After POF, Roman takes over the abandoned color black. He becomes the hated side that Virgil used to be. By most, anyway. Janus and Virgil are concered. Patton chooses to ignore it. Romans room is really cold? and boy is he touch starved - anon

(Sanders sides Prompt) Any one of the sides is touch starved. fluff. (You dont have to do this just thought I might ask) - anon

Hello there!! I just wanna say that I love your work and I think you’re such a talented writer. Idk if this is a weird ask but would you consider writing Roman angst with the song “it’s OK I wouldn’t remember me either” by crywank as like inspiration? Thank you so much <3 -anon

buckel up babes this one's a doozy

Read on Ao3

Warnings: implied/reference self-harm by way of self-negligence, pretty intense self-hatred and neglect that could verge on suicidal, but NO ONE DIES, everyone's fine at the end, we don't break shit and not fix it in my house

Pairings: it is platonic found family hours

Word Count: 5697

Do you know what no one ever tells you about the color black?

It’s seamless.

There are no cracks, no tears, no imperfections, because everything’s so dark you can’t tell what’s a trick of the light and what isn’t. Everything blends together. At first, second, even third glance, it’s perfect. Pristine, even. It hides absolutely everything. It’s intimidating, honestly, that level of deception. The way it can make anything look like it’s meant to be there, as if to live the colorless and lightless life is all it was ever destined for.

Darkness has always found a way of feeling like home, even to the ones who are afraid of it.

You either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

Roman hadn’t wanted to go to the wedding. He didn’t want to go, but it’s what Patton wanted. It’s what Thomas would’ve wanted. If Roman hadn’t been so loud. But it hurt, it did, when they said that they shouldn’t go to the callback because there was such a slim likelihood of Thomas winning. Because Roman couldn’t win. But Roman wasn’t supposed to be the villain and do something bad so he sent Thomas to the wedding.

Bruises were supposed to be yellow, or green, or purple, not black.

But if he had yellow, green, or purple bruises, he would’ve blamed a yellow, green, or purple Side. And that was bad.

So he hid them, because as he learned, no one was looking for them anyway. Patton cared when he didn’t show up to the video and then he was there and oh, having someone there, even if they only cared a little, was like rainfall in a desert, it was wonderful, Roman would’ve sung if he thought it wouldn’t make everything worse. But Roman was good, so he never complained, and he did his job to the best of his ability.

But what if his job was bad?

But there are two Creativities, a Roman and a Remus. And no one else liked Remus, because Remus was bad and Roman was good. But Remus isn’t bad, he’s just the opposite of Roman. And Roman didn’t want to be Remus because Remus was bad. But Remus isn’t bad.

Creativity isn’t bad.

Bruises aren’t supposed to be black but they can’t be red.

Roman isn’t supposed to be the villain but what else do you call someone who laughs at vulnerability, who scorns people’s earnest attempts to help, who single-handedly ruins someone’s life?

Roman isn’t supposed to be the villain, but bruises aren’t supposed to cover every inch of his skin unless he deserves it.

His skin burns. It crawls and aches and screams and darkens into bruises. His throat aches from the wordless screams and the horrible things he’s said to everyone. He’s been so selfish, he’s tried to make everything go his way, tried to make it about him, not about Thomas, because everything they do is supposed to help Thomas, help Thomas, that’s what they’re supposed to do, they’re supposed to help Thomas, not themselves, why is he doing this, why is he doing this?

Because he’s the villain.

Roman cries.

What else is he supposed to do?

He cries until the tears grow thick, sluggish, oozing out of his eyes until he can’t see anything but them, until his breath grows thick and his chest heavy. He cries until he has to struggle to open his eyes because of how swollen they are, how globulous the tears have become on the ends of his lashes. He cries until his head splits and his chest wails from the pain he isn’t supposed to have but deserves, deserves every little bit. He cries until his body is consumed by the bruises.

His costume is a straightjacket. He needs it off. The white hurts now, it burns his arms and cuffs his wrists. He doesn’t deserve it so he rips it off. Every seam that he ruins is another bruise. The rips are so loud they burrow into some soft part of his brain and live there. The white is still imperfect because it’s on him.

Only when his costume lies in tatters around him, his sash torn off and thrown away, far away, does the white look pure.

He cries himself to sleep with a smile on his face.

Far, far away, a black hoodie is tugged back into the Conscious Mindscape.

When Roman wakes, his head is full of static.

His lungs inflate and collapse on autopilot, driven by the merciless pump of some distant machine, turning the crank to draw air in and out, in and out.

His hands are numb, fingertips rubbed raw and inflamed from tearing relentlessly at fabric. He turns them slowly and it’s like watching himself in a video game.

His face is cold. He paws at his cheeks and feels sticky residue, etched into his skin. His eyes stick slightly when he blinks and he doesn’t know if that’s just his face or if there’s something else.

He is swathed in black fabric, an old threadbare hoodie that has gone years unloved, untouched, unseen. It’s selfishness that makes him tug it closer, feel a faint bubble of pressure on his screaming body.

He should get up, he should go make sure he hasn’t hurt anyone else with his tantrum again, he should apologize.

But…what would be the point?

Like Patton asked, does there come a point when someone keeps apologizing so much that you just have to admit they’re bad?

Roman isn’t good. Has he ever been?

Something interrupts the pleasant numbness and it shoots from his chest to the soft points at the base of his wrists, making his hands tingle. He decides he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t want it. He wants everything to stop.

He’s selfish, they all know that, he’s just going to end up hurting them anyway, so why bother trying to fix it?

Apathy, his tired brain supplies when he lies there, unmoving, on the ground, for hours and hours and hours, unwilling and uncaring to fix things.

But that can’t be right. Roman is here because he cared too much, he did too much, he was too much. How can he now be the epitome of not caring at all?

If only he never cared, if only he wasn’t so attached, if only.

If only he had been Apathy, maybe he wouldn’t have been so hurt.

His pride got him here. His pride, his wants, his his his. He wanted everything and burned down the things that would’ve helped him get there because he couldn’t do it right. He is the villain and villains always have too much pride.

Pride. Apathy.

Prapathy.

Apride.

I’m not Creativity anymore, he thinks to himself as he lies there, still on the floor as his chest aches and his eyes sting and the sticky residue drips down his cheeks onto the bruises. He stares and stares and stares at the wall and a faint part of his mind that exists outside of the static realizes he never did get around to fixing that crack in the baseboard.

Pride, apathy. It doesn’t matter. There’s a much easier word that he can use to describe both of them.

Wrong.

—————————————————————

“I don’t know, Thomas,” Logan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t think that’s a valid solution either.”

“But it makes sense,” Virgil protests, shoving his hands into his pockets, “all we have to do is not talk to anybody else—“

“But that will hurt their feelings!”

“But we won’t hurt ourselves.”

Janus and Patton look at each other for a moment before Patton sighs and scratches the back of his head.

“I—I don’t know, this…this feels weird.”

“None of us are happy about this, Padre,” Virgil mutters, “but it’s the best solution we’ve got.”

“Real high bar we’re setting there, isn’t it?”

“Listen, Snake Face, if you’ve got a better idea—“

“Virgil, enough.” Logan shakes his head. “We need to keep thinking.”

“We’ve been at this for an hour, Logan,” Thomas says cautiously, “I don’t know what else you think we’re gonna get to.”

“We’ve already passed the optimal point for productivity, yes.”

“Oh, well, we can’t just give up now!” Patton puts his hands on his hips. “I’m sure if we just keep at it for a little longer—“

“You said that half an hour ago, Patton.”

“And I’ll say it again!”

“Because that’s going to make everything go much easier.”

Thomas sighs as the Sides fall back into bickering. Normally, this wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary—pretty much all they do is argue back and forth—but Logan’s right. They’ve made almost no progress. He finds himself staring at the TV.

Why is he staring at the TV?

He frowns, tilting his head. It’s literally just his TV. Why is he so fixated on it right now? It’s not like it’s gone anywhere, it’s sitting right where it always is. He stares at it most of the day, why is it so weird that he’s looking at it now?

Wait—

“Guys,” he interrupts, still staring at the thing he’s not supposed to be able to see like this, “where’s Roman?”

The room pauses. Then Logan sighs.

“Oh, of course, that’s why we’ve been having such a hard time coming up with solutions, we don’t have Roman.”

At Virgil’s side-eye, he glances around to see similar looks of disbelief on the other’s faces.

“What?”

“Did you…did you just admit we need Roman?”

“He is Creativity, it makes sense that if we are struggling to be creative, he isn’t here.”

“Okay, that makes more sense.” Virgil shakes his head. “Thought you were admitting he was important or something.”

“Please, his head is big enough as it is.”

Janus hides a snort.

“Why didn’t he show up earlier,” Thomas asks, “he’s normally one of the first of you to get here.”

Virgil shrugs. “I dunno, I haven’t seen that much of him lately.”

“Is he…okay?”

“Who the hell knows, he’s Roman.”

“My guess is he’s been in his room,” Logan says, glancing at Roman’s usual spot, “I haven’t seen him either.”

Thomas doesn’t miss the way Janus and Patton glance at each other. “If you two have information now might be the time to share it.”

“Roman…hasn’t come out of his room,” Patton says after a beat, “not since…”

“Wait, he hasn’t come out since the wedding?”

Janus shakes his head. “I’ve barely seen him open his door.”

“That doesn’t…normally happen, does it?”

“No,” Patton says, “and, uh, he doesn’t normally ignore us either.”

“Ignore you?”

“We’ve tried knocking. It doesn’t work.”

“Perhaps Thomas can summon him,” Logan offers, “you have more power than any of us do, he’d have to answer you.”

“Well, here goes nothing. Creativity!”

Someone pops up in front of the TV.

Someone in a white costume with green embellishments and a mustache.

“Remus?”

Remus glares at them, his Morningstar at his side, his costume white, pristine, and light.

“What the fuck have you done with my brother?”

—————————————————————

It’s been weeks.

The fans have accepted Remus as Creativity. They think that the videos are better than ever. They think this was Thomas’s plan from the beginning.

There is one end card where the Sides are watching a movie and some of them spot a dark figure in the corner. Who could this be? Is this the mysterious orange Side everyone has been waiting for? Is this the Side that’s been hurting Thomas so much?

Zoom and enhance. It’s Virgil’s old hoodie. They’re sitting where Remus used to sit. They’re not staring at the screen, they’re looking at the others. What could this mean?

Someone spots the faint outline of a tiny crown perched atop the figure’s head.

And then, well, then it all makes sense.

There was always one Side that messed up everything, that made everything more complicated. There was always one Side that, if you thought about it, you could trace everything back to. There was always one Side that was told he was making the bad choice and yet, never seemed to learn.

They start to put together timelines, evidence, essay-length meta posts on how of course, this is the plan, why didn’t they see it before? Those that had disliked him from the start crow about how they were right, how everyone doubted them but look who’s laughing now. They point out how he’s become a Dark Side, maybe he was always a Dark Side, and how incredible would that storytelling be? To warn against the pressures of society’s expectations, the idea of good versus bad, or authentic versus forced. How of course, they’re wearing Virgil’s old hoodie because they’re the hated Side now. How they’re not looking at the screen because that’s not what they want, they want to be a part of the famILY.

Vitriolic rants. Accusations. Vent fics. The unsympathetic tag is overflowing.

Because who else could the villain be?

—————————————————————

Roman lives in the cold now.

His fireplace isn’t lit anymore. The door to the Imagination doesn’t work anymore. The blankets on his bed aren’t thick enough anymore. He drifts through a haze where only the emergency systems in his brain are online, where only the awareness needed to sleep, breathe, and move the little bits he needs to move are present.

He doesn’t know that there’s nothing behind the red door anymore, that when Janus and Virgil come to knock on it, worried, or when Remus storms through the Imagination and tries to knock it down by force, there’s nothing for them to find.

He doesn’t know that a new door, a black door, leads from his room to the hallway, far away from any of the other rooms. He doesn’t know that it’s so dark back here that no one would be able to tell there was a door if they didn’t put their nose right up against it.

He doesn’t know and he doesn’t care.

A new kind of ache settles in his bones now. Pain is an old friend, but he’s yet to give suffering a proper handshake.

He misses when he could go and ask someone for help.

He misses when Patton would turn to him without any judgment in his eyes, without any ‘well, you know, kiddo—‘, without any ‘let’s start off with—‘, just the soft words of I’m here, I’ll help you. He misses being able to walk up to Patton’s door and knock on it and know that he would be safe on the other side.

Patton would open the door and soften, his mouth curling up into a small smile as he says hey, kiddo, come in. He would sit Roman down on the bed and press a glass of water into his hands. He would rub his back as he drank, taking the empty glass gently and cupping Roman’s face in his hands. He would ask what’s wrong, sweetheart, what can I do? And Roman would say he just wants a hug, he just wants to not be alone for a bit. And Patton would smile and coo about how Roman was always welcome here, sweetheart, I’m right here, I’ll take care of you. And Roman could fall asleep with his head on Patton’s chest and believe that everything was okay.

He misses when he could walk up to Logan and ask for help and he wouldn’t be scoffed at or turned away, he wouldn’t be looked at suspiciously and asked what he really wanted. He misses when Logan could come to him too and just spend time together.

Logan would knock on his door and ask if you have a moment, would you like to walk with me? And Roman would smile and say, of course, he always has time for Logan, and they could go somewhere in the Imagination and just talk. And Logan would say that’s an interesting idea, I wonder if—and they would walk and talk for hours. And Roman could bustle up to Logan’s door and say I’ve just thought of something, and Logan would open his door and be happy to talk with Roman and it would be okay.

Roman curls up tighter and feels nothing.

He wishes he could have something to miss for Virgil. He wishes they could have bonded over their love of Disney, their want to talk about the things they’re interested in, or even the need to just have someone else in the room with them for a bit. He wishes their relationship wasn’t just spitting barbs at each other, each hoping to hit the bullseye first and knock the other one out of the race. He wishes he could’ve done better.

He wishes he could have something to miss for Janus. He wishes they could’ve done this right, that they could’ve bonded over the want to keep Thomas safe but also have him be himself. He wishes that he hadn’t laughed, hadn’t scorned, hadn’t fallen back on his pride to keep himself safe at the expense of Thomas. He wishes that maybe, just maybe, if he had been a better puppet, then he wouldn’t have been dropped so suddenly.

But as it stands now, more than anything he wishes he could hear them when they say the things they say about him because then he could figure out which bruises were theirs and take comfort in knowing that they still touch him in some way.

The bruises are a constant now. From the online hate to the casual remarks from the others to the way that Patton hasn’t even tried to come find him anymore—he can hear that, you know—he can’t turn over without landing on a new smattering of bruises. The hoodie helps to cushion the blow a little bit.

He misses Remus.

Remus was…

…Remus was everything.

Roman misses his other half. Roman misses his brother. Roman misses his Creativity.

When they were small they would curl around each other as if they could fuse if they focused hard enough. They would wrap their arms around each other so tightly that it would be a pleasant ache when they woke, never minding because they were tighter. Remus was always so warm and Roman hoarded every single bit he could get.

Roman was cruel to push his brother away and now he understands how it feels.

He misses Thomas.

He misses when he was allowed to go and see Thomas. When he could talk to Thomas. When his presence was celebrated or at the very least, tolerated. He misses it. He misses helping.

But he’s helping now, by staying away.

He’s cold.

He’s so cold.

—————————————————————

do you remember what it felt like

to be touched?

press of fingertips against shoulders

bump of a forehead against yours

palms meeting and parting a mere second later

in days gone by

do you remember

warm?

humans thrive off physical contact,

we’re not built to hold each other

at arms’ length.

infants will die

if they aren’t held enough.

and I am so

so

cold

—————————————————————

Something is wrong and even Patton can’t ignore it anymore.

The Sides shuffle uneasily in front of the red door until Remus raises his hand to knock against it.

“Roman?”

Silence.

“Roman, please, please, just—just say something.”

Silence.

“Where the fuck are you, Roman?”

“Don’t yell,” Logan mumbles, “you’ll make him think we’re angry at him.”

Remus takes a deep breath.

“We’re not angry, Ro-bro, we’re just—just please make some noise.”

Silence.

“…we’re coming in, Roman.”

But they can’t. Because as Remus turns the knob on the door, it falls forward. The entire door comes off just to reveal—

A blank wall. With no sign that there was ever a room behind it.

Thomas can hear the scream.

—————————————————————

Roman hears the scream and can’t move. But he can close his eyes and reach out and see what’s going on. After all, he hasn’t done anything, so something must be wrong if someone else is screaming.

He feels something in his chest twist and snap.

“Re?”

Across the Mindscape, Remus’s head jerks up.

“Ro,” he breathes, getting to his feet and rushing off down the hall as the others hurry after him, “Ro!”

“Remus, what’s going on?”

“Why isn’t Roman’s room there anymore?”

“Where are you going?”

They barrel into the hallway and smack into a black door. Logan’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s happened.

“Roman’s become a Dark Side,” he says, fingers scrabbling where the door meets the wall, “he’s—he’s really hurt, we have to help—“

“Move, L, I’m gonna break the door down.”

“You’re not gonna do it without me.”

“Roman!”

Roman turns his head to look at the door. Are they…here? The hoodie rasps against his undead skin and he winces. There are still bruises.

“Roman!”

The door shudders its frame. He could open it. He could. He just has to reach out and—

“Ro!”

Remus.

The door unlatches and his brother pours into the room, letting out a wail when he spots Roman in the bed.

Janus hisses as soon as he crosses the threshold, this room is freezing. It feels as if no one’s moved for years inside, as if the heat has been sucked out entirely. His gaze flies to Remus, who’s over on the bed, his hands scrabbling at something in black material.

Roman.

“Oh, little prince,” he whispers, horrified, “no, no, no—“

“We have to get him out,” Logan orders, startling Remus into action as he scoops Roman into his arms, “we have to get him warm. His core temperature is too low.”

“Shower? Bath?”

“No, if we shock his system we could make it worse. Janus, I need your heating pads, Patton, something warm to drink.”

Janus and Patton vanish.

“Virgil, weighted blankets, Remus—“

“I’m here.” As Virgil ducks away as well, Remus helps Logan cradle the limp and freezing form of his brother in their arms as they begin to rush out of that horrible, horrible room. “You thinking bathroom?”

“Get him to Janus’s, that’ll be the safest place.”

“Got it.”

Sure enough, Janus has no objection and sweeps them inside, setting down the heating pads as Patton bustles in with two thermos flasks and a mug. Virgil pops back with thick blankets as they lay the cold form on the ground. Roman’s eyes blink sluggishly as he stares up at Remus.

“...Re?”

“Yeah, Roro, it’s me, I’m right here, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here faster.”

“What’s…wha’s going on?”

“You’re too cold, Roman,” Logan says gently, “we need to get you warmed up.”

“Oh…”

“It will be easier if we take a few of the layers off,” he explains, still careful to keep his voice low and even as the others scurry around, “is that alright?”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to unzip the hoodie.” Logan works slowly, patiently, stopping when any flicker crosses Roman’s face. “That’s it, you’re doing very well, I’m almost done.”

By the time he’s coaxed the hoodie off of Roman’s shoulders, there’s a little bit of color back in his cheeks.

“Very good, Roman, you did well. Virgil’s brought a few warm blankets and Janus has heating pads for you, do you think you can sit up?”

“Don’t know.”

“That’s alright, you’re doing alright.” Logan glances up at Janus.

“Little prince,” Janus murmurs, sitting by Roman’s head, “if you can sit up, I can sit behind you and help warm you up, does that sound alright?”

“Okay.”

“Thank you, sweetie, we’re going to sit you up now.”

Logan and Janus sit Roman up slowly, only to pause when the long sleeves of his shirt fall down.

“Roman,” Logan asks, trying frantically to keep his voice calm, “are you hurt?”

“Mhm.”

He bites back the fearful response and patiently asks where, how bad, can he see?

“Everywhere.” Roman lifts his arms weakly. “’S all bruises.”

“…can we see?”

“Okay.”

Logan’s hands begin to tremble as he works the shirt over Roman’s head. He wasn’t kidding when he said everywhere.

There’s barely an inch of skin that doesn’t look bruised black and blue. Patton stifles a cry as he drops to his knees next to them, looking at Roman like he’s never seen it this bad before.

Oh, Roman, how did they not know? How could he just ignore him like that?

“Get him covered,” comes Virgil’s voice, “he’s still too cold.”

Janus grabs one of the blankets and wraps it carefully around Roman’s form. It should help distribute whatever pressure they apply so it won’t aggravate his injuries too severely. He takes one heating pad and scoots forward, bracketing Roman’s legs with his own and wrapping one pair of arms around him to press the pad to his chest.

“Can you feel that, sweetie,” he asks softly, “is that too warm?”

“No.”

“Good, good, little prince, you’re being very brave.” He turns away to reach for another and so misses the little shudder that goes through Roman. “Do you think you can handle another if I press it to the back of your neck?”

“Mm.”

“Let’s try, little prince, and if it’s too much, I’ll stop.”

“Okay.”

“Here we go, sweetie—“ Janus presses it carefully to the base of Roman’s skull, just at the edge of the blanket— “there, does that feel okay?”

“Mm.”

“Good, sweetie, you’re doing so well, so good for us, that’s it, you relax now.”

Roman starts to tremble.

“That’s alright,” Logan soothes, “you’re warming up, it means you’re going to shiver a little more, you’re alright, Roman, you’re safe. You’re doing well.”

It certainly doesn’t seem that way once Roman’s breath starts to come in gasps. Virgil nudges Patton out of the way and sits, gently calling Roman’s name until his gaze snaps to Virgil’s.

“Hey, Princey,” Virgil says slowly, “you gotta stay with me now, okay? We’re right here, no one’s angry, nothing’s going to hurt you. Just focus on me.”

He ignores the startled noises when Roman starts to cry thick, black tears.

“Eyes on me, Princey, that’s it, stay here. We’re just gonna sit here and breathe for a moment, okay?” Roman nods and Virgil starts to take big, exaggerated breaths. “Good. That’s it, Princey, you focus on me and you breathe. It’s okay. You’re doing great. Just stay here.”

When the viscous black liquid slows, Virgil reaches out and begins to tuck Roman’s hair back. A moment longer and he pauses, noting how the scratch on Roman’s face is covered in the thick black tears.

“Princey, can I clean your face off for you? You’re doing really well at breathing, I’m proud of you. Can I help you with the rest of it?”

“O-okay.”

There’s a bottle of micellar water and a pack of cotton circles pressed into his hands. He moves in slow, careful strokes, changing out the circles as often as he needs to. A pile of them grows beside him as he works, doing his best to get all the black off of Roman’s face. Roman just cries.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Patton murmurs when Roman’s cry gives way to a wail, “it’s okay, you cry all you need to, we’re not going anywhere, it’ll be alright.”

“We have you, sweetie,” Janus says against Roman’s neck, “we’re here.”

Remus lets out a broken noise.

“Oh, Roman, you didn’t…”

Logan’s head whips sharply around to scold Remus only for his mouth to fall open in shock.

Remus’s costume is bleeding too. The same black that drips down Roman’s face is slowly coloring Remus’s costume again, back to what it normally looks like. Remus’s mouth is agape, staring horrified at Roman.

“Oh, Ro—“

“What’s going on?”

“Check the bruises on his neck,” Remus orders as Janus pulls back the blanket, “are they still there?”

“They’re here, but they’re…lighter, how is that—?”

“Roman is the Ego,” Patton mumbles, “he gets bruised when—when—“

“Oh, shit,” Virgil curses, before quickly hushing Roman’s discontented mumble, “and with all the hate that’s been gunning for him—“

“Oh, sweetheart—“

Roman lets out another sob and the tears run clear.

“The Ego is kept healthy by positive attention,” Logan says softly, scooting closer and rubbing Roman’s shoulder through the blanket, “you’ve been starving, haven’t you?”

“He’s not cold because he’s hypothermic,” Remus blusters, “he’s touch starved.”

“It’s still not safe to introduce him to direct contact all at once,” Logan warns when Patton and Remus look like they want to rip the blanket off, “we have to take it slow.”

“So what do we do?”

Janus just leans down and presses a kiss to Roman’s temple. “You’re so brave, sweetie, you’ve been so strong.”

They watch as Roman’s tears begin to wash away the black.

“We love you, sweetheart, you’re so important to us.”

“Stay with us, Princey, we need you.”

“You’re doing very well, Roman, we’re very proud of you.”

Roman cries, ducking his head into Virgil’s waiting hands as Remus’s costume colors itself black again.

After a long while, when Remus looks like he normally does, Roman shakes his head and looks up at them.

“Where am I,” and he sounds like Roman again, “what’s happened?”

“You were starving, sweetheart,” Patton mumbles, “and we didn’t notice until it was too late.”

“O-oh,” Roman blinks, “is that…is that why I’m so cold?”

“You’re touch starved too,” Virgil adds, “and we, uh, L said it wasn’t a good idea to try and shock you out of it.”

“Try and drink something,” Logan says quickly as Patton reaches for the mug, “you’ve been crying for a while and you’re dehydrated.”

“Is that…hot chocolate?”

“Your favorite, kiddo.”

Remus sits down at Roman’s side as he drinks, staring at him like he’s not seen him in ages. Which, well, none of them have, really.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” Roman repeats, looking sheepishly at all of them, “I, uh, well, the last video I messed up a lot. I, uh, I shouldn’t have laughed at your name, Jan—where are you?”

“Right here,” Janus mumbles, giving him a gentle squeeze, “and you’re forgiven.”

“Oh. Uh, that was easy…are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Yes, it wasn’t great of you to do, but I’m not exactly blameless either and…”

He squeezes him again.

“…you’ve been hurting enough.”

“Logan, you too, I—I’m sorry.”

“Thank you, Roman, but I agree. It’s alright.”

“Why are you all forgiving me so fast?”

“Because,” Remus mumbles, cupping Roman’s head and resting their foreheads together, “this happened.”

They all watch as Roman shudders as Remus shows him what happened.

“Oh—oh—I—oh no—“

“It’s over now, sweetie,” Janus reassures, “we’ve got you. You’re okay, you’re safe.”

“C-can I have a hug?”

“Of course, honey, come here—“

“Let’s get the blanket out of the way, L, is he—“

“It should be safe now, yes.”

“Remus, I—oof!”

“I gotcha, Ro-Bro.”

“It’s still—I’m still—“

“Patton, grab that end of the blanket.”

“This one?”

“That’s it, yes.”

The Sides end up swaddled in the blanket, their heads poking out, as each of them pulls a little bit of Roman into their arms to warm up. Janus and Remus wrap around his upper body, mindful of the few bruises that haven’t been healed yet. His legs are in Patton’s lap, as Logan and Virgil each hold on to his hands. The poor thing is still shivering, still shaking, still a little overwhelmed.

But Janus coos into his ear as his head lolls back, Remus holding him tightly. Logan’s thumb strokes over his palm as Virgil lets him squeeze as tight as he needs to. Patton makes sure he’s off the cold tile and he’s warm.

They’re going to have to work out what to do about the fans, about the videos, but right now they need to worry about Roman.

Speaking of Roman—

“I—I need to apologize to Thomas.”

A cry goes up as he says so, Patton reaching up to pat his knee. “You don’t have to do that right now, sweetheart, rest, it’s okay—“

“I won’t—he won’t be able to rest until he knows what’s happened.”

As if he can hear them, they feel the familiar tug of one of them being summoned. A quick glance around shows that if one of them is going, all of them are, so they appear on the floor of the living room, swaddled in the blanket.

Thomas’s mouth drops open and he rushes to their side.

“I was gonna ask if you found Roman, but I—Roman, buddy, are you okay?”

“I…I don’t know,” Roman mumbles, “but I’m sorry.”

“For what, buddy?”

As Roman begins to apologize, for being away, for hurting Thomas, for being selfish, Thomas just shakes his head.

“No, buddy, that’s not all on you. You—yeah, okay, some things happened, but it’s not entirely your fault. You don’t need to think of it like that.”

“Well said,” Logan mutters, “now help us get Roman to rest.”

“So what Disney movie are we watching and how many pillows do we need?”

A lot, as it turns out, is the answer. And they have to bite back laughs at the way Thomas makes a noise when he’s swept into the blanket too. But Thomas is warm and Roman is still cold and the movie plays on the screen.

“Hey, Roman?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re my hero.”

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one more night (g.w.)

prompt: after a bad breakup, george comes back to y/n’s flat to pick up some leftover things he missed. one of these missing things was a proper goodbye.

pairings: george weasley x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ sexual content MDI (break up sex, soft sex, unprotected sex), super angsty, language, emotional break up, crying

word count: 3.7k

author’s note: something about break up sex really does it for me. like...it’s so hot and for why? anyway, here’s wonderwall. flashbacks are conveyed through italics. 

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The small cardboard box that sat next to the door was completely pathetic, sitting there in shame. The cardboard could barely hold the boxes contents, wanting to burst at its seams as it held every shred of George Weasley that was in your flat. You wanted your flat to be a George Weasley free space, but a part of you wanted to keep the magic of your relationship alive. He couldn’t miss his quidditch jumper from Hogwarts, could he? It had been years since you graduated, he wouldn’t remember that you had it, right? So, his jumper hung proudly in your closet like the status of your relationship hadn’t changed.

As you leaned against your kitchen island, sipping quietly from your coffee mug, you stared at the cardboard box, hoping that the intensity of your gaze would make the box combust into flames. But it stayed still. Unaffected. George’s things teemed out of the box, miscellaneous shirts and jumpers and trinkets piled high. You caught yourself smiling as you shook it off, reminding yourself of the status of your relationship, cringing as you did so. 

The night of your break up played on a constant loop, like a movie trailer. When you woke up, it was the first thing on your mind. When your head hit the pillow, it was the last thing you thought of when you closed your eyes. It was a sick cycle.

“I can’t change my work schedule to fit yours, George. I’ve done it in the past so often and I can’t anymore. I’m finally on my own two feet and I need to keep the ball rolling,” you explain to George as you sit at his kitchen table as George paces the living room, back and forth, pulling at his red roots, trying to formulate a response. “Admit it, George. We can’t m-”

“Don’t you say what you’re going to say, (Y/N). Don’t you bloody dare,” he speaks as you sigh, rubbing your face with your hands. You didn’t want to have this conversation with George, but it was unavoidable at this point. You had just gotten a job as a full-time Healer, working in St. Mungo’s, your dream job. But the busy work schedule that you had was failing to align with George’s schedule working the joke shoppe that just seemed to do better and better every day. “We can work this out. We can’t just give up at the first sign of hardship,” George laughs as you give him a knowing look. You had been trying to make it work for a month, but things simply weren’t working. When you did see him, it would be for two hours and the two of you would be so exhausted that you would talk for five minutes before going to bed. “(Y/N), I don’t want to be the one to suggest this, but I can support us. The both of us. The joke shoppe is doing so well and with the booming business, I have enough money for me to sell this flat and we can buy a home together. Start a family. What we’ve always wanted to do!”

You rise from your chair at the thought of quitting your job. Something you had worked years and years towards and George dared to bring up the suggestion of you quitting a month and a half in. “I am not quitting,” you say very sternly, making George sigh, knowing he shouldn’t have said anything in the first place. “I have worked my ass off to get where I am right now and I’m not going to sacrifice that for the sake of our relationship!” you exclaim.

But that was wrong of you to say; it just put wood on the fire. “So how far would you go for our relationship?” George challenges, folding his arms across his chest as you gulp. “Because Godric knows everything I have done for the sake of us.”

And he was right. George shifted employees and his own work schedule so he could have an extra hour with you some nights. He would close the shops on holiday weekends, which was prime for sales, so he could take you on romantic getaways. George told you to move in with him when you struggled to find a flat of your own. He helped get you through Healer school. George put you before him in the relationship and you knew that. You felt guilty now. You shouldn’t have said what you did.

“I didn’t mean it like that, George,” you sigh, admitting defeat as George scoffs. “I meant that I can’t give up my dream. Just when I finally got it. And I don’t want you to give up yours. It’s not fair for the both of us,” you try to tell him as he shakes his head, knowing the direction the conversation has turned and he doesn’t like it one bit. So much so that you can see his eyes become glassy as he turns his head away from you so you didn’t have to watch him break down. “George, I love you. The life you have given us has been nothing short of wonderful.”

“Stop it, please,” he manages to croak out, turning towards you, his chocolate brown eyes pooling with hot tears. The sight makes your heart shatter as you suck in a shaky breath, swallowing the lump in your throat. Tears were impending. “I don’t want to let you go. I can’t let you go. Not like this,” George holds your face in his hands, brushing your cheeks with his thumbs, gazing into your eyes with so much love he could burst. You let go of a shaky sigh as you lean into his touch and close your eyes, savoring the way his large hands held your face with such ease. “I’m not letting you go, (Y/N). I’m going to love you forever and ever and there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

You open your eyes and give George a sad smile as he sniffles. You reach up and press your lips to his, your kiss mixing with both of your salty tears. This love that you possessed for each other was greater than anything you have ever known. But the universe was trying to tell you that this wasn’t working. For the both of you to live the lives you always dreamed out you had to let the other go. No matter how hard it was going to be. 

The two of you pull away from your sweet kiss before you speak, “I’m never going to stop loving you, George. Nothing will change that. But for now, we need to let go. For both of our sake’s.”

The memory is interrupted by the buzzer going off in your flat. “Shit,” you huff as you scurry over to the intercom. You buzzed him in as you writhed your hands in anticipation, pacing your living room floor. Your eyes dart to the box. Should you move it? Keep it close to the door? If you keep it next to the door does it say you want him out for good? What if you put it on the table? Is that more of a welcome in? Should you let him come in? 

Too many thoughts clouded your mind before a gentle knock sounded on the door. Your heart froze and you stopped in the living room. “Bloody hell,” you breathe out as you look at yourself in the mirror, checking your hair and smiling to see if anything was in your teeth. “It’s just goodbye, (Y/N). Just goodbye,” you tell yourself before you walk over to the door, undoing the latches and locks.

When you swing it open, George stands there, fresh from a shower it looks like. His hair is slightly damp, hanging on his head rather than spiked up and slicked back like it usually was. Like you loved it. A gray t-shirt hung on his body, clinging on his arms, the front tucked into dark wash jeans. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he huffs with a small smile. “Work was crazy and I had to take a shower before I came over. I hope you don’t mind,” he speaks.

You gulp, trying not to blurt out how good he looked right now, the scent of his cologne making your body tingle as if it was some sick love potion. “Not at all,” you manage to say instead, thankfully. “Uh,” you tremble before looking down on the other side of the door to the box that taunted you. Picking it up from the floor, you extend it out to him. “This should be everything.”

George takes it from your arms and huffs, “Great.” He holds it in one of his arms with ease, his biceps flexing under his gray shirt as you watch, eyes hungry. This was some kind of sick joke, wasn’t it? With his other hand, he rummages through the piles, making sure he had everything. “Uh, my quidditch jumper is not in here?” he asks, but it was more of a matter of fact. 

Damn it. You had been caught. You had to come up with something, quickly. “Oh! Yeah! I forgot!” you try to act surprised. “It’s, uh, I washed it. Yeah, um, it’s in my room,” you close your eyes and shake your head. “One minute. You can come in if you want,” you open the door wider as George smiles and makes his way in your flat as if it were his first time here when in reality, he did have his own set of keys. You shut the door and watch him awkwardly stand into the living room, watching you. “Alright then.”

You scurry into your bedroom and push open your closet door, shuffling through the hangers, finding George’s quidditch jumper proudly hanging in the back in it’s crimson and gold glory. Plucking it from the hanger, you sigh in defeat. So much for that endeavor. You flip around to run back into the kitchen where George was waiting, but you were startled to see that he had followed you into your bedroom. “Oh,” you jump.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles. “I didn’t know if I should have followed you or...” he trails off, awkwardly as you gulp and nod your head. “Seems like you found it.”

“Yeah, here it is,” you hand it to him, trying to savor the feeling of the knit material in your fingertips. It would be the last time you felt that material for a while. “Sorry about this mix up,” you tuck your hands into your sweatpants pockets, rocking back and forth on your heels.

George smiles and shakes his head, “No need to apologize. Honest mistake,” he speaks as you nod your head with an awkward chuckle. Yeah, honest mistake... “I’ll, uh, I’ll head out then, yeah?” he asks with raised brows.

You nod, “Sure. Yeah. Yeah.”

The two of you start to make your way out of your room, but George stops in his tracks when something catches his eye. You stop and follow his line of sight that landed on a framed picture of the two of you from one of your first holidays together. In the photograph, George held up the camera at the two of you, his arm wrapped around you tightly as you leaned into his chest, cuddling into his tall figure. The both of you were mid-laughter, the beautiful beach behind you, the sun fading the back. George smiled softly at the photo as you watched his face shift, your heart fluttering at his reaction. “That was a good holiday, wasn’t it?” he chuckles, walking towards your dresser where the frame stood proudly. It had been two weeks since the break up, but you didn’t bother taking any photos out of the frames yet. You couldn’t bare it. That would mean George was gone for good. 

You smile softly and walk next to him as he gazes at the photograph, all the memories resurfacing of the beautiful beach and the small cabana George had gotten for the two of you with the graduation money he had saved up. “It was,” you recall. “It was like a dream, honestly. We were so young back then,” you say in disbelief. It was true. You were both just eighteen in that picture and now here you were, twenty two, post-break up. The two of you had grown up so much since that holiday. You wish you could jump through the picture and tell your younger self to relish in every moment you had with George because each moment was beautiful. 

George laughs, “We look so young. Merlin...” The two of you chuckle at the photo. “We were so happy,” he sighs before looking at you. You don’t dare peel your eyes from the photograph, knowing that if you look at him right now, you’d melt and give into him. “Look at me please,” he speaks just above a whisper.

Shaking your head, you speak, “I can’t, Georgie. I can’t bear it.”

His heart flutters at your nickname for him. “I want to take a look at your eyes. A good look. One last time and I promise I’ll go.” George reaches out and touches your hand gently, as if you were made of glass and the slightest touch would break you. “(Y/N).”

With a gulp and mustering up all your courage, you turn your gaze to his and your heart melts at the sight. If a look could speak. His eyes were so sad, but filled with so much longing and love and adoration. The face you loved so much, full of so much tenderness, staring down at you. He made you feel like you were the only person who mattered. Because to George, you were. 

The two of you are just looking at each other, absorbing each other’s features as much as possible before one of you dares to speak up. Slowly, George reaches up and cups your face, like you were so used to. “George,” you sigh out breathlessly as you lean into his touch, tears welling up in your eyes. You can’t believe you had to let him go. “I just want to be happy again. With you.”

George gives you a sad smile, “I do too, angel. More than anything. It’s my only wish. Even if it’s just for another day.”

His words make the wheels start churning in your head as you lick your lips before saying, “Then let us have one more day. One more night together. I don’t care if it’s temporary. I just want one last memory with you, Georgie.”

George’s eyes search yours as you desperately hold onto him, needing him, wanting him, yearning for him. George brings your face to his, connecting your lips in a kiss that was unlike any other kiss you’ve ever had. It made the hair on your neck stand up. Your arms wrap around his neck as his wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The kiss is full of urgency and desire, as if you didn’t take each other right now, there wouldn’t be another opportunity for this. 

You break apart from the kiss to pull George’s shirt over his head as he does the same to you only to reconnect your kiss. His lips move against yours, hungrily, passionately as you moan gently into his mouth. George grabs your thighs and hoists you up as you wrap your legs around his torso as he walks over to the bed, laying you down gently, kissing your lips, neck, and collarbones. His lips leave trails of wet kisses as you run your finger through his still damp hair, tugging on it gently. “Please, George, please,” you whine as he kisses the valley between your breasts.

He pulls himself away from your chest to kiss your lips again. “Anything you want, angel. Say the word and I’m all yours,” he tells you, brushing your hair gently. You grab his face and pull him down to connect your lips again, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you arch your back, pushing your chest into his. His tongue massages yours as his hands unclasp your bra, throwing it to the floor. 

“I want you to make love to me,” you mumble against his mouth as George smiles softly, his heart fluttering. “I want you to make love to me, Georgie. I want to remember this night for the rest of my life.”

“Anything, angel. Anything you want,” he repeats himself as you both breathily laugh, reconnecting your lips, stripping the other of their remaining clothes. Soon enough, the two of you are naked and George breathes out, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You connect your lips again before you place kisses along George’s jawline as he hovers over you, lining himself up to your entrance, pulling your legs farther open as you wrap them around his torso. George runs the tip of his hard dick up your wet pussy as you bite down on your lip with a sharp inhale. “Please, baby, please,” you beg him which only makes George obey you, pushing his whole length into your aching core as you both moan out in satisfaction. He fills you up in a way that is so familiar and delightful as you dig your nails into his biceps. “Shit,” you moan out as George starts to move, thrusting in and out of you slowly.

“Fucking hell,” George groans out. “You feel fucking incredible,” he breathes out, his hips moving smoothly against yours, pumping his hard cock in and out as your walls tighten around him. “You like that, baby?”

With a whimper, you moan out, “I love it, baby. Keep going, don’t stop. I love the way you fuck me. Fuck, George.” George continues to thrust in and out, picking up his pace, going in deeper as your eyes flutter shut. Your nails dig deeper into his shoulder as you groan, “Right there, baby, right there. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Your praise makes George push your legs open wider so he can push impossibly deeper into you, before hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder, making the both of you cry out in euphoria. “Shit, I love the way you feel wrapped around me. Say my name, baby,” George groans.

“Oh, George, fuck, baby,” you moan out louder, head tossed back against your sheets as George buries his face in your neck as you hold onto him. He pounds into you deeper as you are panting in a state of nirvana. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you dig your nails into George’s flesh as he presses love bites into your neck.

He looks at you and speaks, “Look at me, angel. I want you to cum looking into my eyes, baby.” You peel your eyes open and look into his brown eyes, dark with a mixture of lust and love. “I love you, angel.”

As he continues to thrust, you feel the familiar knotting feeling in your stomach as your jaw drops. “I love you,” you breathe out, looking deep into George’s eyes. “I love you so much, baby. I love you, I love you.”

“I love you, I love you,” George repeats as you reach your climax, crying out his name in pleasure, head rolling back as you clutch the sheets, coming all over his dick. Shortly after, George finishes, moaning out your name, the both of you a symphony of moans and heavy breathing. 

The two of you come down from your highs as he pulls out and lays on the bed next to you, chests heavy with the rise and fall of incoming and outgoing breaths. You run your fingers through your hair before rolling onto your side to face George who stares at the ceiling. A small smile is on your lips as you place a hand on George’s chest. He turn his gaze to you and a toothy grin is on your face as you giggle, George pulling you close to him with a breathy chuckle. He places a kiss to your temple. The two of you cuddle next to each other, naked underneath your sheets, happy to be resting in each other’s arms. 

That is until George speaks, “You didn’t really wash my jumper did you? You were trying to keep it in hopes I didn’t notice, weren’t you?” You can hear the smile in his voice as you roll your eyes. “You were!”

You sit up, “I was not!”

George laughs, “You cheeky little thing! You were trying to steal my clothes from me after we broke up!”

The two of you are in a fit of laughs, laying next to each other, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin next to each other. You rest your head on George’s chest as he rubs your back. “I wish we could be this happy all the time,” you confess as George sighs, wishing the same thing. But the two of you knew that this wasn’t working anymore. The break up was for the best. 

“I do too, my love,” he agrees. “But I don’t want to focus on what we wish could happen. Let’s just enjoy tonight while we have it, okay?” he speaks as you nod, cuddling further into his touch. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Minutes later, the two of you had fallen asleep, entangled in each others arms, the last words on your lips being confessions of love. 

The morning comes as quickly as you fell asleep. You stretch your arms out and pat the area of the bed next to you, searching for George. But you quickly realize that your George wasn’t there. 

In his place was a piece of parchment that had scribbled onto it, I didn’t want to leave before you woke up, but work calls sadly. Thank you for last night. It was the best night of my life. I love you, (Y/N). I always have and I always will. That will never change. You are my angel. Love always, Your George. P.S. You can keep the jumper. It looked better on you anyway.

A few feet away from the note was the jumper on the edge of the bed, laid out in it’s glory as a small smile made its way onto your face. You reach over and pull the jumper onto your naked body, inhaling the fabric that smelt so much of George, making your heart flutter. “Maybe someday,” you whisper. “Maybe someday, my love.”