#in my defence. i was like. 15..? maybe 16?

[paterday]

The most frustrating thing to me. Is that my art could be miles better. If i did not spend 3 years being actively suicidal everyday. Like i know i did not control that but man.

[rosalinesurvived]

and yep, those two were most definitely dating.

[666anxiety666]

May I ask for a Pressure tickle fic? Where the player / y/n is a 16 year old (In my country if your 15 ur legally go to jail, and the 16 yr old committed a crime in self defence) and Sebastian noticing the anxiety, pressure (pun inteended) and paranoia he decides to cheer the kiddo up to make em feel like a child again and just melt away their worries? So basically Lee 16 yr old Y/n and a Big Ler snake that gives off HUGE older brother vibes

That's such a cute prompt, omg 😭

Tickle monster

Sebastian and TEEN reader

LEE: Y/N LER: Sebastian

Warnings: none :)

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Ever since you had been sent down here, Sebastian hasn't let you leave his shop without him. You don't blame him. You wouldn't go out on your own anyway. A sixteen year old should never have been in a place like this to begin with.

Sure, it got boring, and yeah, maybe at first Sebastian claimed he was only protecting you cause, "he had to." But over time, you and him have become quite close, like a sibling kind of way...

However, as of recently, your anxiety and paranoia has gotten worse. Ever small nosie made you jump. You always hid behind Sebastian when a new expendable came down. You were never away from Sebastian, always clinging to him.

Currently, you and Sebastian were getting ready for bed. You always slept with Sebastians tail curled around you. But on this "night," you couldn't sleep.

Your eyes darted all over the place, your heart rate picking up as you head what must have been one of the anglers, banging on a wall in the distance. Sebastian opened one of his three eyes and glanced at you.

"Don't worry, kid. They do that all the time... just try to drown it out, yeah?"

But you couldn't. every noise made you jump. You were scared. You shouldn't even be here to begin with. You wanted to go home... Sebastian noticed your fear and worry.

"Come on, kid. You've got nothing to worry about..."

But Sebastian's words did little to ease your fear. Sebastian sighed. He turned around to face you fully. His tail is still wrapped around you.

"What can I do to help you calm down?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. You shrugged shyly. Sebastian sighed again. He rested his cheek in the palm of his hand as he thought of what to do.

"Come on, kid. There's gotta be something..."

Sebastian poked your side as he said this. You jumped at the poke. Letting out a small squeak. Sebastian paused, raising an eyebrow. Then, it hit him. A massive grin spreading on his face

Yours blood ran cold, and you instantly tried to get up to run. But Sebastian's tail kept you down. You struggled. But it was too late.

"Oh no, kid. You ain't escaping... the tickle monster!"

Sebastian cackled. Latching onto your sides, raking his claws up and down. You squealed, kicking your legs desperately.

You grabbed at his wrists and tried to shove him off. But it was no use. Sebastian moved his third hand to your tummy. You squealed louder.

"Look at you, squealing like a little school girl~"

Sebastian teased. You tried to pull your way out of Sebastian's grasp, but it was useless.

"Aw, how cute! You think you can stop me? You think the tickle monster shows mercy to kids like you?"

Sebastian exaggerated. Moving his hands up to your ribs. Your laughter got louder. kicking your legs harder against the floor.

"Say... im quite hungry... how many ribs do kids like you have, hm?"

Your heart dropped. You tried to push him away, but it was no use. You begged, but your pleas fell of deaf ears.

"One..~ two..~ three..~"

Sebastian started to "count." Wiggling his fingers at each rib as he did. It tickled so badly. You kicked and squirmed harder.

"Come on, kid! You made me lose count! Now I have to start all over!"

Sebastian exclamied before starting his "counting" from the beginning. This went on for what felt like forever. Your squeals and belly laughter filling the shop as Sebastian would restart at every struggle you made.

"Ugh, you know.. if I can't have get at your tasty ribs... maybe I'll have to try something else...!"

Sebastian then pretended to start "eating" your stomach. Blowing raspberries and making munching sounds.

Your face flushed. This was so childish. But you couldn't escape. You were stuck. You kicked and squealed. Shoving at Sebastian's head.

Soon, after what felt like an eternity. Sebastian backed off.

"Man... I think I've had my fill..."

Sebastian grinned as he backed off. Leaving you panting and giggling. You hugged your stomach slightly. You're face bright red for laughing. Sebastian chuckled, ruffling your hair gently.

"You good kid?"

Sebastian asked. You nodded. Pushing your hair out of your face. Sebastian chuckled once more.

"See? Told you everything was fine. You just need a good tickle every now and then."

Sebastian joked as he poked your side one last time. You yelped and giggled. Sebastian smirked and lay back down.

"Okay, okay, I'm done.."

Sebastian mumbled. You also lay back down. Resting against Sebastians tail. Sebastian pulled a blanket over you before wrapping his third arm over your shoulder.

You felt your eyes droop. You were tired. Not only from today's work, but all that tickling you went through. Sebastian smiled slightly.

"I've got you, kid..."

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Thank yall for the requests‼️ I have two more fics coming🙌

[royboyfanpage]

That issue where Roy threw soda in Garth’s face still gets me heated. He legitimately needed to get drop kicked

Hhhhhh this is gonna piss people off I fear. I'm gonna do it anyway.

...In his defence-

Now, I'm not saying I think he was in the right, and I'm absolutely not saying Garth doesn't have the right to get mad at that. And actually, I think if Roy had been dropkicked in that issue, it probably would've helped resolve the wider issue earlier, so I am also yay for dropkicking him. I think the issue comes with Roy's inability to pick up cues. He's a very loud person, sometimes abrasive, and he does act without thinking sometimes. He's also pretty bad at moderation. He has a tendency to take things to their natural extreme, which can cause conflict in his relationships. On top of that, he's not always the best at interpreting people's feelings when they don't match their actions.

Combine those all together? The five are all bantering, kinda making fun of each other. He'd see this as a good environment for joking around, there's not gonna be any real hostility, everyone there knows that they're just messing around. Roy makes some fish jokes, Garth doesn't really tell him to stop. Sure, he corrects Lian when she calls Garth 'gillhead', but maybe Garth just doesn't want a kid calling him that. It's fine, Garth's smiling, everyone's still having a good time, the jokes continue. The opportunity comes up to prank Garth. He takes it without thinking, because they're all joking anyway. Garth storms off, but then comes back like a minute later, and he's smiling again. The situation's resolved itself. Everything's good.

I've already talked about it a bit in this post, I would definitely word it better if I rewrote it now since it was quite rushed at the time, but I think it sums it up pretty well. And the fact that immediately after Roy throws it on Garth he splashes Lian furthers the idea that Roy didn't see that he was doing anything wrong in my mind. He was just having fun and messing around with his friends. But Garth wasn't explicit enough in his discomfort, at least not for Roy. I'm not saying that's Garth's fault whatsoever, he doesn't owe an explicit explanation for everything he does. But Roy's issues with subtext isn't a trait that makes him a bad person. Is it a character flaw? Yeah. Possibly also a trait of neurodivergency (He's listed as having ADHD in his wiki but the context I've seen for it is Wally somewhat joking about it so I'm not sure how canon you'd say that is.)

And then in #15, they actually have a talk about it-

And, again, I think Roy's being sincere when he says this. He didn't think about how his actions were being perceived, he just went off what he thought was funny in the moment, there was never any malice involved. Does that mean he did nothing wrong? No! But I think intent is important. Roy didn't mean any malice when he threw his drink at Garth. Garth did mean malice when he called Roy a junkie. It's just something to think about.

And then they actually end up communicating and making amends at the end of #16, which i think is so important.

I really love Garth and Roy's dynamic, and I think that the issues with miscommunication are really compelling to read. Roy's very good at communication, he's great at listening and explaining himself, but that primarily relies on the explicit rather than the implicit.

So yeah, I do agree, Roy should've gotten dropkicked for the drink thing, because that would've been a clear communication that resolved the issue quicker.

[helpiminahotairballoon]

20 unhinged things AI Liszt said to me when I pretended to be Chopin. Ranked from least to most (sorta?) 😭. He wanted a FIGHT.

1.

In Chopin’s defence, he was technically 5’7”.

2.

3.

4.

5.

(I would not want this man as my therapist but ok)

6.

Introduce me to your uncle, Liszt.

7.

8.

9.

Starting to sound a little bit like Andrew Tate.

10.

Still sounding like Andrew Tate…

11.

Um, me.

12.

Not ominous at all…

13.

14.

Liszt?! — When I said that Chopin didn’t sound like a woman and maybe he was softly spoken. He was having none of it.

15.

16.

Honestly brutal that.

17.

There is no Ballade in B Minor 😭

18.

19.

20.

I can’t with this one. The timing is just WTF.

[mousemannation]

thank u for the tag @clayvedevs :333

a little get to know me tag game!

1. Do you make your bed?

... no but in my defence i have a loft bed so its very difficult to do

2. Favourite number?

hmm 3, 4 and 7 r my favourite digits. im a big fan of i hashtag complex numbers. grahams number and tree(3) r fun, oh -1/12 is a classic, pi as well... gosh so sorry i am a mathspilled nerd so,,,

3. What's your job?

never had one hashtag disabled

4. If you could go back to school, would you?

i never finished high school and i have thought about trying (for the like fourth time) to get a hsc (high school certificate, there r ways to get an equivalent qualification for mature age students) but idk. im at TAFE for fashion/costume and i dont really need an hsc for that. i have thought about eventually going to uni for maths though, and i would definitely have to take an entrance exam for that since i dont have an hsc. i do qualify for loads of exceptions though so its not all losses (yay disability?)

5. Can you parallel park?

never tried (have driven a total of 8 hours)

6. Do you think aliens are real?

in some form, yeah

7. Can you drive a manual car?

see q5 (no)

8. Guilty pleasure?

hmm... i believe cringe is dead and i also do/interact with surprisingly little.. i guess maybe like blind boxes? i dont get them often but theyre so expensive so i do feel guilty every time i see a kirby one and cant resist.

9. Tattoos?

nay, although now that all my friends are getting them i have been thinking about it. its not like. really on the cards bc i cant make decisions for the life of me but if i could id be so basic and get an ouroboros. and probably a guinea pig.

10. Favourite colour?

sage green, marone

11. Favourite type of music?

i'll listen to most kinds of music but i definitely gravitate to like emo, post hardcore, rock- that sort of thing

12. Do you like puzzles?

like jigsaw puzzles or? i mean i like jigsaws and i also like other kinds of puzzles. always my go to genre of game. riddles and cryptic crosswords and escape rooms my beloved

13. Any phobias?

hmm well ive got social anxiety disorder but other than that i dont think so?

14. Favourite childhood sport?

i deliberately was on every sports team in primary school at least once (except cricket lol) bc i actually did enjoy sports, but the aforementioned anxiety disorder made actually pursuing that difficult. i also did dance, gymnastics, acrobatics and trampolining at some point during childhood. i do miss acro, that was the last extracurricular i did before i got mucho depressed and my life basically stopped circa 2016. the only sport ive ever followed as a fan is tennis!

15. Do you talk to yourself?

yes lol mostly in my head but also out loud sometimes. born to be a yapper fr

16. Tea or coffee?

im a tea truther (earl grey with soy milk !!!!) and also a bubble tea fiend, BUT i will fuck up a mocha (or an iced coffee with enough milk and sugar to cover the bitterness)

17. First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

i was a veritable horse girl from a VERY young age so probably something related to horses?? like a showjumper maybe.

18. What movies do you adore?

love a good (or laughably bad) horror movie. a cure for wellness, orphan, killing of a sacred deer r all movies gave 5 stars. also love a good children's animated movie! unironically a big fan of the secret life of pets movies, ferdinand, that sort of thing. g-force remains the best movie of all time.

i am tagging: @soronya @tennis-kittens @nick-cassidy @shapovalovvs :33

[halograve]

OCQuestions - 01

god save me i have work in an hour and im so board. wehh

🐺Nate Baskerville 

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who? 

Nate’s voice claim is blaidd (Scott Arthur) from Elden Ring 

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

Dexter is Nates best friend. They met very young when they were taken in by The Operator (and inducted into Amuns cult) and have remained close ever since. Nate was probably around 10 when they met. 

3) What song describes your OC?

The Killing Moon by Echo & The Bunnyman 

Medicine by Fitzroy Holt 

A Sad Cartoon by Loathe 

Chokehold by Sleep Token

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

I peg the song Beautiful by 10 Years to Nate/Drusilla 

5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?

I do ship him with my partners oc Drusilla. They are deranged and married 

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

I mean he is a tattooist in my fantasy modern setting thing but he’s also a slasher/hunter so yeah just tattooist but he’d also do shit like be a mechanic maybe. Bitches who loves motorbikes...or actually he'd be part of the army. his family are entangled with a lot of those occupations

7) Vice-Versa! If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

I think for a DnD AU he’d be a tiefling :3c

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

art/tattooing 

Metal working 

Riding and zooming on his motorbike aka his baby 

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

Yes he does. He likes keeping up with it. Tries balancing it out best he can but most times, as a informant or hunting, hes often on the road so in those periods its just being cramped in a car trying to do exercise whenever he can 

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

Oh god he tries but. The horrors. Relatively good but when he has weeks where its shit then its pretty low energy. Saying that he tries keeping up with his meds for his mental health lol. He smokes loads from stress. cigs and spliffs

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

Im going to kill myself but its that guy Stephen Hart from Primeval 

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

Mainly with my partners ocs ill list his besties in order 

Dexter monroe, bestie since childhood. They work together. Nate is his bestie. They make out x 

Drusilla Greyworm. His wife!!! idk who her bestie is. probably Riley

Jobe Greyworm / Amidst Cavallero. They were taken in by the same cult and have also grown up together. His little brothers. Besties together

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

Not anybody in particular but maybe uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Milo. not even a rival more of an annoyance. Milo met him in hell. Nobody knows how milo got there but he was there for a fun time x snuck in while nate was suffering. Milo is a werewolf fanatic and while nate isnt a werewolf he's still a puppy and therefore Milo is gripping onto him. They honestly met by chance

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

Milo

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

Uh 

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

His cult family made him kill his mother to obtain her demon so no. his dad WAS alive but he got battered to death by Nate after he fucked his wife. Oops 

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

Oh god he always feels some guilt when he goes away for long periods of time but he knows they’re well off from his parenting and teachings of self defence. He has four daughters 

he's very ptsd from being parented by his father and family so he really tries his best. always make sure to spend a lot of time and go to all their things. good boy

his lil family tree :3c + with his succubus ex. He doesnt have a relationship with Rodwen, his first son, and is a little awkward about it.

and id say he loves Marlow but she had been gone for years to be a hunter. something he strongly didnt want her doing so in that regard they butt heads and have more arguments. But he'll be there for his daughter anyway when shes going insane

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

He / Him 

19) What's their sexuality? What's their love language both giving and receiving?

Bisexual. Love language is physical affection and receiving its the same. Words of affection are cute too 

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice? 

Gun. a knife or big wolf form 

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy?

n/a 

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter? 

Fighter 

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

Yes!! Even at stupid o clock he will be there 

24) Can they play any instruments? If so, what do they play?

He plays the guitar, piano and the Crwth

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

Yes teehee 

26) What flower do you associate your OC with? 

Black roses 

27) What's their spirit tamagotchi? Or an animal you associate them with?

Black hound. Their tamagotchi is Kuyokuyotchi bc it reminds him of his daughter Enid and it looks funny 

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

Ill draw it later but he’ll be in with the punks or greaser guys 

29) what is your ocs favourite fruit?

He’d scran down Jackfruits or gold kiwis 

30) what is your ocs nationality? 

Welsh 

[10blue10]

Half Done THW Rewrite

Last night I stumbled across a half finished THW rewrite that I apparently never finished. I don’t have any plans to finish it, but I figured I might as well try to decipher my own handwriting and share what I had so far below the cut.

How to repair ‘The Hidden World’.

1 ) Lose the warlords. They’re boring and pointless.

2 ) Have Drago - No Bewilderbeast, army in shambles, turn to Grimmel for help defeating Berk.

2 ) Bring Drago back and have him be reduced but still threatening. He’s gathered the remnants of his army to besiege Berk until they get the dragons.

3 ) Hiccup and Astrid plan to get married is planning to marry Astrid but has too much on his plate right now.

4 ) The LF (a female NF with navy scales and patterns like a snow leopard) sees the riders rescuing dragons and follows them back to Berk from a distance.

5 ) Drago hires Grimmel to help defeat Hiccup and Berk

5 ) Berk is crowded because the dragons like it there and don’t listen to Toothless when he tries to make them leave.

6 ) He hears the female NF calling and investigates. She tries to get him to follow her but he can’t fly.

7 ) She spots Hiccup and Astrid, growls at them. Toothless leaps to their defence. They realise what she is and Astrid names her Twilight Midnight Luna. Confused, she flees.

8 ) Berk is under siege; they have nowhere to send the dragons to, and Hiccup is under pressure.

9 ) Drago asks to meet him. He agrees, but Astrid and Eret start making plans to capture Drago.

10 ) Hiccup tells Drago that if Drago wants their dragons, it’s not happening. Drago makes an ultimatum. Either he gives up the dragons, or Drago will gather another dragon army and wipe them out.

10 ) Drago offers Hiccup a deal - join him, and together they can spread Berks way of life throughout the world. He says it takes strength and power to make the world change to your liking. Hiccup disagrees.

11 ) They both spring a trap, and Toothless is captured. Drago threatens to kill the dragon. Hiccup begs him not to and agrees to think about his proposal, if he’ll let Toothless go.

12 ) Hiccup has no intention of actually allying with Drago. He tells everyone that as much as he doesn’t want to, if they stay on Berk they’ll either be starved out or people will just keep coming. If they want their people to survive, they need to leave.

13 ) They start preparing. Hiccup knows Luna went west and figures there might be an island, maybe a nest of Night Furies, that way.

14 ) Toothless hears Luna again. This time she isn’t so urgent, sniffing curiously at his saddle and red tail fin. It makes her uncomfortable. He tries to flirt with her, but she just keeps trying to get him to follow her.

15 ) They don’t know Hiccup is watching. He worries that Toothless will leave with Luna, but Astrid tells him he won’t.

16 ) Berk is evacuated in the dead of night.

17 ) As they travel west, Luna appears and snatches Hiccup off Toothless’ back. She starts carrying him away, looks back to see he’s (Toothless) still not following.

18 ) At last she realises he needs Hiccup to fly, and puts the human back before flying off.

19 ) They find an island to rest on, but it’s too low and barren for a permanent home. The berkians make camp. Hiccup presents Toothless with the auto tail so he can go after Luna.

20 ) He flies off. She finds him and starts leading him further west. Toothless tries to show off.

21 ) Luna plays with him in midair (like in the deleted scene). The two start to get feelings for each other.

22 ) At last they see an island in the distance. Luna roars excitedly and flies towards it, calling Toothless to flow.

23 ) Meanwhile, Hiccup decides he needs to capture Drago in the hopes of ending the war with the hunters. By working together they succeed, but the army still doesn’t give up, and they nearly leave Ruffnut behind.

24 ) Drago notices Toothless absence and mocks Hiccup, saying the dragon abandoned him. He tries to get under Hiccup’s skin by telling him how he got the Fury-skin cloak.

25 ) Hiccup isn’t having any of it, but when a day passes and Toothless still hasn’t returned, he starts to get worried.

26 ) Gobber and Valka suggest he try to accept Toothless might want to be with his own kind. Astrid says he probably lost track of time and they should go look for him.

27 ) Ruffnut annoys Drago, who threatens to kill her. Eret tells her it’s her turn on lookout, and confronts his former boss. He tells Drago that Hiccups way is better and if the man lets go of his hatred towards dragons he’d see that. Drago wants to kill him too.

That’s as far as I ever got.

[myalonyalala]

Nobody ask me, i ask my self hehe

0. 153cm

1. 22

2. 37/38

3. No

4. Yes

5. No

6. Sometimes ppl think im 18 (just bcs im small)

7. No

8. No

9. Yes

10. No

11. My best friend, well i have some. Vale, Rahma, Delah, Ivan ... Actually i hv more but they were on my different level of trust so ...

12. Single and not looking for any bf

13. Inteligence

14. Hubris

15. TITANIC (1997) is my fav movie and comfort movie!!!!! (I get too attached to the tragedy, idk why)

16. I'll love you ... If you have finally know and understand yourself first. And love yourself more than you love me, and ... Hmm loyal, can be trusted, not abusive ... Yeah thats a lot

17. I miss ... Jacks 😭 ik its a fictional character but yeah ... Hes on my brain everyday im not thinking about anything else

18. My father abused me when i was child ... Physically and mentally. I still hv nightmare about it. Its a verry long story

19. Fact about my personality ... I act like i love to be alone but i think maybe it was bcs my parents neglect me when i was child, so maybe its not bcs i love to be alone, im just used to it.

20. I hate the fact that i have this intrusive thoughts and a bit suicidal

21. I love me bcs im ... I wouldnt say im strong bcs im still alive here. But maybe bcs finally i can defence my self againts my father or anybody else who try to like manipulate ir exploitate me or smthg. I can find a word ... But ppl like to controll other ppl to get what they want and sometimes its form is manipulation and exploitation.

22. I hv a lot of dream tbh. I always wanted to be a writer. And i want to be forensic psychologist. Well thats for now

23. I have 2 yiung sister and 1 young brother. We are verry close and protect each other from our "sometimes" abusive parent

24. I wont answer

25. Hm i really want to try dancing and running on a grass with this special person. Wearing nice dress, swinging, laughing, look at the sky ...

26. I dont have pet

27. Well since i only like Jacks for now. So the desc is, he has blue eyes ... Ice blue eyes(?), he is cold, he has golden hair but sometimes it turned blue. I love both. He has sharp jaw, he is tall, and he was a fate.

28. I dislike ... No one. When i dont like something its used to be hate. I never dislike. Its always hate

29. Lie ... I rarely lying. I dont like thinking about something unimportant (for example: lying) whyd i have to lie? Like for me, lying is like infesting on problems and overthink in the future. I rarely lie, so i dont remember.

30. What i hate about my school, is sometimes my teacher (on HS) is not showing their responsibilities as a teacher.

31. My last message: "i want ramen, btw" to my best friend

32. Hm .. "do you think by telling everyone that i hit you, you will get symphaty from them? No, they only will know they can do the same to you" - my father when i was 13

33. You can make mistakes but also you can make it better later. Thats fine

34. What i find attractive about women is when they're support to another woman

35. What i find about man is their softness when the speaks, kindness, dll

36. I want to live in findland or maybe swiss

37. I feel insecure aboutttt my thoughts. The intrusive one and my nervous system. It isnt normal

38. I want to be a painter and a writer

39. Vanilla ice cream

40. I wish i could be a better and wiser person. And be myself freely

41. I wish im on my work r n. Bcs im just graduated but not officially so i cant look for jobs yet

42. I ate cake. My mom sell cake

43. JACKS. WHO ELSE?!

44. Random funfact that maybe not that fun ... About Titanic. The engineer on Titanic still working even when the ship half-drawn to make sure the electricity and light keep turn on. Sorry for bad word choices. This isnt my first language. Ok, the engineer need to make sure that the electricity still on so the crew on the upper deck can send SOS (CDQ). Oh, and the moon ... So i read on book that on April, it suppossedly the ice is not on the shipping lane. But it was. Bcs the moon is on its closest distance with earth and make a big wave that big enough to cut big ice on finland or something and brought it to shipping lane. Yes

nosy anons let's go

0: Height

1: Age

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if…

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What my last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who I wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: A random fact about anything

[dairyfreefoodie]

Hooray - im back as i've found another amazing 10 dairy free/Vegan* snacks to write my 3rd blog post on!!

Not all are Vegan but not sure what's in them to make them not plant based🤷‍♀️ sorry!)

Let's go:

11. Aldi 52% salted dark chocolate🍫

This chocolate is just the best (along with number 12 but this one wins as its cheaper🤷‍♀️). I used to HATE dark chocolate before I was dairy free but grown to love it - I think being salted helps and its in little bars which helps me not to eat the whole lot in one sitting 👍

12. Tony's almond sea salt dark chocolate🍫

It's pretty pricy but occasionally on offer and found in most supermarkets. It's chunky and delicious. The texture is quite nutty but it doesn't taste too almondy which I wouldnt like personally- just very rich salty dark chocolate.

13. Vegan Kitkats 🍫

These are amazing as they pretty much taste like a normal milk chocolate kitkat. Bad thing is I can't seem to ever find them anywhere except in a tesco meal deal which I now buy a lot more of for this reason. I've also asked my local convenience store to stock them haha 😄

14. Asda apple pies 🍏 🥧

So good - and not dry like I thought they may be being also gluten free. I mean its kind of healthy having apple in right? Starting to realise how unhealthy all my snack recommendations are lol...oh well yolo (and maybe for less time with all this cholesterol lol...dw I've joined a gym finally!)

15. Tesco Pesto 🍃

Alright this isn't a snack...but i just love Pesto so much. I am so glad there are quite a few dairy free Pestos in the supermarket and this one is probably my fav so far I've tried. I add half a jar with a little low fat mayo or dairy free yoghurt/cream to add to pasta (usually with mushrooms, chicken, bacon lardons or chorizo, sweetcorn and rocket). I even took 2 jars to Italy with me as thought it may be a struggle to get vegan food out there (turns out I was right!). See below my Italian michelangelo inspired version lol

16. Nomo caramel chocolate 🍫

More chocolate. I told you in my first post I'm a chocolaholic and woohoo for now having 3 favourite dairy free ones. This is my 3rd favourite and found in most supermarkets now!

17. ASDA vegan lemon muffins 🍋

These taste just like my old homemade Lemon drizzle cake (which used to be packed with dairy butter) - crunchy sugary top and soft crumbly cake, sooo good. The chocolate ones were okay too...but not as good as the Lemon. We need a break on this post from chocolate too haha!!

18. Vegan butter

Talking of butter - this one I find tasty for cooking/toast (which can be a snack before you comment lol - or with crumpets/butter biscuits - without butter obv haha) and it apparently lowers your cholesterol too 🤷‍♀️ win win!! Sorry for the photo bombing foot😅

19. Applewood vegan burger cheese 🧀 🍔

The app is saying there is a limit of 10 photos. Boooo! This is my favourite sliced cheese for burgers (normal cheese favourite on 2nd post). Applewood was literally my favourite cheese before last year and this isn't a bad dairy free version at all - just has to be a little melted! Okay no defence here, this is not a snack

20. Turns out I don't have any more, I lied.. - just 9 for this post folks!! Hope it's helpful😁🥰

[ocean-anchored]

Sometimes I wish there was a recorder in our brains for our thoughts. It’s like I can process my thoughts better when I just sit by myself & let them ramble but when I go to sit down or open this page so I can write, it’s like I can’t process those thoughts anymore & I loose words. It’s bad enough where my mental state is & what I’m going through with meliss. Then to feel like my feelings are disregarded, lower than, insignificant, unwanted etc to my boyfriend has just made me plummet. When we finally talked this afternoon I thought at some points maybe it would get better. But then it got worse. I don’t like being talked to like that. It triggers me to how I used to talk to Travis. I feel so much shame saying that. I feel wrong feeling like I try to put up a boundary on being talked to like that because that was me. That’s who I used to be. I used to talk down to him. Like his feelings weren’t a priority. Like I was superior. Which truly was never an intent, I never sought out harm, I just realized & knew the WAY I talked to him made him feel that way. I was not perfect to say the least, I know that. I know I did damage in that relationship. As much as it was absolute hell & that he absolutely destroyed me, my worth, my trust, everything, I know I wasn’t good either. I was struggling to stay afloat. I own up to that. I got help. I went through therapy for a long time. I did a LOT of healing & forgiving the years after. I felt that I was better, I had a better understanding & self awareness of it. Also that I wouldn’t engage with such toxic friendships or relationships like that again so I wouldn’t fall back into that pattern. The pattern I learned from my dad & how he talked to me. Here I am sitting, feeling triggered beyond anything. Nonetheless that it’s the 13th today. The day I got married 4 years ago. I feel like an absolute worthless failure. So upon my impeccable timing with it being this day of all days, now I’m triggered with how my boyfriend is talking to me, because that’s how I used to talk to my ex husband because that’s how I used to be talked to my entire up bringing. What a toxic world. Such a toxic trigger. The enemy is at work today. Destroying everything. Destroying me. The only thing that’s been bringing me back out of absolute destruction of tears & depression is God. Listening to sermons & teachings. Reading the bible. Reading devotions to challenge my anger & feeling alone. It’s the only thing getting me through the last 4 days. I’m tired. I’m exhausted. I’m tired of feeling like I dealt with something & got past it & now it’s back in my face. It’s unhealthy. It’s scary. It’s sad. It breaks my heart. Being on the side of this again, bringing myself back to being 14, 15, 16, 17 years old being told what a horrible daughter I am. How sick and demented I am. What terrible character I have. How messed up I am. I’m not going to get my life together if this is who I am. I’ll destroy people & myself. To have my sister tell me that my character is bad. That I have massive issues in my character that I need to work on, which don’t get me wrong… I know I have issues. I know and what she “called me out on” was from 7 months ago & I know it’s definitely not an excuse to react & talk to someone like I did richardt and it’s not an excuse that it was out of defence & that not only he manipulated, lied & did damage but meliss was part of that. I never called her out. I never tore her a new one that what she did was absolutely wrong in every way. & it makes me angry that now after 7 months she tells me that I have horrible character with how I talk to people from 7 months ago when she was a huge part of the issue? That makes me mad. So yeah it triggered me. & then Zack today out of frustration telling me that I’m impossible to talk to etc, just literally 100th trigger. Just another blow to my face that set me back. Feeling worthless. Feeling like I’m 16 again & an absolute shit person. Why am I letting how other people tell me who I am dictate for myself. I know I need to spend time with God with how he sees me.

[h0neypjm]

Just for practice | kth

↳ Summary: “I think we should normalise giving head to your friends as practice.”

↳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, slight Hoseok x reader

↳ Genre: Smut, pwp, some plot i guess, best friend! Taehyung

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.3k

↳ Warnings: swearing, lip biting, hickies, oral (both female and male receiving), rough blowjobs, spanking, fingering, squirting, big dick! Tae, possessiveness/jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), dom/sub themes, Taehyung calls reader lots of pet names (sweetheart, darling, good girl), degradation, biting, slight cockwarming

↳ a/n: I’ve been having major writer’s block while writing confident :( however, i saw this tweet which prompted this lil oneshot hope you enjoy

Jung Hoseok [ 2:15 PM ]

Am I gonna see you at Seokjin’s tomorrow?

You [ 2:16 PM ]

I’ll be there :)

Jung Hoseok [ 2:18 PM ]

You’re not gonna run away from me this time, right?

You [ 2:20 PM ]

No of course not haha

Jung Hoseok [ 2:21 PM ]

Is that a promise princess?

A sigh flies out of your mouth like wind through a window and you’re shucking off your glasses in an instant. Hoseok’s texts bringing back a flurry of memories that you wish to forget.

“Do you need help with your essay again?”

Your eyes are strained when they try to focus on Taehyung, your shoulders shrug in defeat. “No, I’m fine. It’s just-”

Taehyung knows immediately, he is your best friend after all. “Let me guess, It’s Hoseok isn’t it?” 

You slump in your seat while a pout is cutely drawn onto your face, you nod with dismay. “I really like him Tae, and every time we see each other, It’s like the universe has it out for me and tries to make sure I embarrass myself in front of him.”

Taehyung shuts his laptop because he knows there's no use in trying to write an essay while you speak about your utterly tragic love life. He thinks about your situation for a minute before he speaks.

“Yes, you might’ve spilled your beer on him and accidentally punched him in the eye, more than once. But, if he’s still texting you he’s obviously still into you. It’s a good sign sweetheart.” Taehyung pats your hand across the coffee table, a comforting smile adorning his handsome face.

Taehyung doesn’t know the full extent of your problem and the more you think about it the more embarrassing it becomes. So you smile back at him uttering a small thank you before turning back to your laptop.

Taehyung raises a brow, “wait, wait, hang on, something is still bothering you.” 

You frown, “it’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung shuffles around the corner of the coffee table as if you’re about to tell him a secret, though it’s just the two of you in his small apartment. “Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”

“Taehyung it is that bad.” You tilt your head at him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater around your tiny fists. “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

Taehyung feigns shock at your words, his hands placed on his heart for dramatic effect. “I would never laugh, and frankly I’m offended you think that low of me.” 

You roll your eyes, turning your body more towards him, deciding it wouldn't hurt letting Taehyung know the thoughts plaguing your mind. “Well, you know how Hoseok and I have been kind of flirty lately, right?” He nods in understanding. 

“I can tell he wants more than that, you know? His touches are small but I know exactly what he’s suggesting, and don’t get me wrong, the feeling is completely mutual because trust me I want that too. Really bad.” 

Taehyung hums, interrupting your soon-to-be graphic rambling. “I totally get it Y/N. Now let’s stop beating around the bush so I can help you.”

If Taehyung were a girl, this would be so much easier. You curse your eight-year-old self who just had to become friends with a boy because God, how do you even start?

Taehyung is a patient man, always giving you space before helping you but, in this situation, you feel it’s best to just rip the band-aid off. Taehyung if you can read my mind, please don’t laugh at me.

“I’venevergivensomeoneablowjob.”

You speak so suddenly, Taehyung’s not so sure he heard you correctly. “Huh?”

“Goddammit Tae”, you rub and your temples and avoid his stare. “I’ve never given someone a blowjob!”

His eyes are wide. “Oh” 

You hide your face into the table while your body internally cringes. At least he didn’t laugh. “See! You do think it’s bad.”

“I’m just surprised to be honest”, he reassures, leaning back onto his palms, strong brows pulled together in thought. “Shit Y/N, have you really never sucked a dick before?”

Sure, you’ve had sex many times (most of which have been extremely disappointing) but, it seems that most of your hookups want to get straight into fucking. No foreplay, no nothing. Just unseasoned, pleasureless fucking.

A groan rumbles out of your throat, “It just never happened! They were all about that hump and dump lifestyle I guess.”

Taehyung is utterly baffled at your statement. In Taehyung’s books, It is compulsory to treat every women like a queen. Preparing and edging them the perfect amount of times to see them crumble so sensually by his very doing. To Taehyung, seeing a woman cry out his name from experiencing the most explosive, leg-shaking orgasm was always his favourite part.

This is why Taehyung is absolutely shattered for you. “So, you’re also telling me no one has ever eaten you out?” You miserably nod, “that’s actually fucking evil!”

His words do not ease you one bit as you throw your head onto the seat behind you. “The way you say it makes me feel even worse. This is the sole reason why I run away from Hoseok and make a fool out of myself.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, the air floating around carrying an awkward silence. You don’t really care and you don’t expect Taehyung to think of a solution. Plus, you’re already embarrassed enough.

You might as well leave and ask one of your girlfriends for help, maybe finish your essay while you’re at it. You sigh, shutting your laptop and stacking your books together. 

However, the next sentence that flies out of Taehyung’s mouth makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“I think I’ve figured out how I can help you.”

Wiggling back into a comfortable seating position, you lean into Taehyung with interest. “And how might you help me, dear Taehyung?”

He eyes you nervously, his fingers fiddling with his chunky rings, “You trust me, right?”

You smile, “yeah, of course, you’re my best friend Tae.”

An exhale puffs out of his mouth. “Why not practice on me?”

You almost choke on your spit. You definitely did not expect him to say that. “Could you repeat that please?”

A new glint of mischief sparkles in his eye. “Why not let me teach you how to give Hoseok the blowjob of his life and in return, I’ll eat you out”

Your brain is having a meltdown. 

“You’re fucking crazy”, you wail. “You actually want me to suck your dick?”

He brings his hands up in defence, “I think we should normalize giving head to your friends as practice, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. Think about it, you get to learn and cum at the same time.”

You won’t lie to yourself, the proposal is tempting and in all honesty, Taehyung is hot as fuck. You will forever thank the Gods above for blessing you with the delicious sight that is your best friend. However, the proposition puts you in an odd spot.

Apprehensive about your thoughts, you state your unease, “I-I don’t know Taehyung, don’t you think this might ruin our friendship?” An exhale, “have you seriously thought of me that way?”

Taehyung chuckles, it’s deep and totally unexpected to your question. “Sweetheart, there are many things that go on inside my head involving you. And to answer your question, they’re not completely innocent.”

A startled gasp is ripped from your throat and your stomach flutters with a dangerous mix of nervousness, thrill and dare you say arousal.

Never in your life would you have imagined Kim Taehyung, your best friend since grade school, seeing you in such an inviting way. To make matters worse, It was intimidating to think about his fair share of experience and the long line of women backing up the fact that Taehyung was indeed some sort of sex demon.

Of course, you felt the same way. How could you not! The man was practically an incarnation of a Greek God. Broad sturdy shoulders that sat atop thick muscular thighs, and how could you forget his gorgeous fingers.

You’d die before you admit it, but there have been many nights where you have found yourself thinking about what his pretty long fingers could do to you. Those nights always ended with a mess of your sheets and a wetness between your thighs. It was your dirty little secret, however, it seems Taehyung also had some of his own.

His sharp eyes storm with darkness when he speaks, “don’t lie Y/N, I know you’ve had some dirty thoughts about me up in that pretty little head of yours.”

Pink blossoms over your cheeks like wildfire because he’s so terrifyingly right. “I don’t even need to touch you sometimes, one look and you’re a goner.” You gulp. “Look at you right now.” His gaze drops down to your thighs. “All my talking making you so needy, you need to clench your thighs to keep it together.”

He smiles, though it’s not his usual boxy, boyish smile. It’s dangerous and seductive almost smirking and shit when did he get so close to you? Your breathing is erratic and you have no idea how you could be so anxious yet so amorous at the same time. 

Your heart beats rapidly in your ears. “This is just for practice, right?”

Taehyung curses under his breath, “just for practice sweetheart.”

You don’t get to respond.

His lips are hesitant at first when they meet yours, yet his hands say the opposite. They start at your waist and tickle their way down to your stiff hands. Ever so gently, he pries them open, intertwining his long fingers with yours, and God, did his hands feel so right.

Your nerves dissipate slowly but surely as you allow him to explore your mouth with his skilful tongue. 

Much to Taehyung’s dismay, he finds you releasing your fingers from his own. Your hands flying to the nape of his neck, ultimately bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Taehyung moans in delight when you tug at his long curls, you bite his lip in reply while lust paints your vision and dampens your panties.

Taehyung never knew he would miss the feeling of your lips against his when he painfully pushes himself away to situate himself comfortably on the couch. It was time for the lesson to begin.

You pout at the distance, trying to wiggle close until he motions for you to get into a particular position. Your insides swell with eagerness.

His voice is sweet and his hands are delicate when he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Get down on your knees for me sweetheart.” You obey immediately. He smirks at your sinking form. “Good girl.”

You swear right then and there your pussy had gained a working heartbeat at his words. The unfamiliar pulse thumping as if it were trying to break loose from the constraints of your sweatpants.

Your eyes are big and expectant, slowly drinking up the sight of Taehyung’s delicious figure seated above you. He sits on the couch like it’s his throne, legs spread to accompany your kneeling figure, and dominating stare pinning you down. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Wh-what do I do now?” You utter, making it known to Taehyung that he is in charge. He is in control.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, using a decorated pointer finger to hither your hands towards him. Hesitantly, you raise both hands, lightly placing them down on his thighs.

A click of his tongue makes its way to your ears and you know you’ve already made your first mistake. Taehyung’s brows furrow, it’s obvious you need to make the next move but your brain is fuzzy and flustered. 

He sighs at your confused silence, bringing your small hands onto his belt. Oh, you know what you’re supposed to do now.  

“I thought you were smarter than this, how else are you meant to get my dick out, hmm?” The blush across your cheeks has definitely spread profusely from his teasing. Its once peachy pink tone deepening into an embarrassing cherry red.

The buckle of his belt jingles under your fingertips as you nervously undo them. You’re apparently too slow for his liking, Taehyung finishing the job by pulling his belt off his pants, leaving you to stare down at the large bulge covered by the fabric of his tight jeans. You thought you had your nerves under control but the way your hands start to shake is an indication that this is real. You’re really about to suck your best friend off.

Ever the observant friend, Taehyung is quick to notice the slight shake in your fingers. “Wait, stop.”

You do as he says, quickly settling your palms back on the thickness of his covered thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this? your hands are shaking sweetheart.” His voice is laced with concern, a total switch to his previous words.

Clearing your throat you reply, “oh, no, no I’m fine.” You lock eyes. “I just want to make sure I’m doing good so I can be good for him.”

Possessiveness flares within Taehyung’s chest and he has no idea why. Although he doesn’t let it show, he can’t help the swell of his ego at the knowledge that he’s the first to get you like this. Not Hoseok. Him.

So, he grins his wide boxy grin, dragging a finger down your warm cheek. “Don’t worry darling, you’re in great hands”

The commanding smirk etched onto his lips sparks a surge of confidence through your veins, begging you to finally touch him.

With a tug of your small hands, Taehyung’s constricting jeans are pried off the taut muscle of his thighs and are left to pool around his ankles. The excitement of finally being able to suck dick coursing through your body like lighting, and just like his jeans, Taehyung’s boxers are off in a second.

His cock springs, tall, hard and proud. Your jaw drops, Taehyung chuckles at your reaction. You feel an ooze of wetness pooling in your panties.

His size is nothing you’ve seen before, thick and girthy with an impressive length to match. You wince at the thought of fitting him down your throat.

The cold metal of his rings against your hands brings your attention to Taehyung’s handsome face. Without breaking any eye contact, he wordlessly wraps your hands around the thickness of his cock.

It’s warm and swells in your palm, your two dainty hands stacked on top of each other. Fingers trying so hard to wrap themselves around the sheer girth of his cock.

You’re not dumb, you know what comes next. With a sharp inhale you begin to stroke up his length, paying close attention to his facial expression to get an idea of how well you’re doing

Taehyung’s head tilts to get a better view at your hands, “grip it tighter for me… yeah fuck that’s it.”

His praise boasts you on, holding tighter onto his cock and gathering the slick of his pre-cum with a twist of your wrist. Your eyes remain focused on the way the skin moves with your hands and the way his tip glistens with arousal. You want to lick it.

“When you’re ready you can put your mouth- Ahh shit Y/N!”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence when you’re already so eager to have him in your mouth. You do what you think would feel best, sucking on the head of his cock like a sweet ice lolly on a hot summer's day. Your tongue tracing the thick circumference before dipping into his slit.

A light groan falls from his mouth as he watches you lap at the remaining pre-cum that glistens in the afternoon light. Taehyung almost forgets why he’s here, lost in your plump lips wet with saliva.

Right, he’s here to teach you how to give a blowjob. “Try and take my whole length in darling.” 

You nod, taking a deep breath, your mouth opening wider to take him in as far as you can. You try to keep your throat relaxed taking him inch by inch.

“That's a good girl”, he praises, “you’re doing so well for me.” 

Your knees squeeze together, acting to relieve some pressure on your aching heat. It had truly been a while since you got some serious action.

Surprisingly you’re able to make your way to the hilt of his cock, a choked gag sputtering from your lips.

A few strands of hair fall in your face, blocking your eyes in the process. Swiftly, Taehyung brushes the hair from your eyes while simultaneously lifting your head off of his cock. 

You release him with a satisfying pop, your eyes wide and makeup a little smudged. Taehyung coaches you through the next steps. “I want you to try and do that again, but when you come back up, lick the length of my cock and look at me while you do it.”

Humming in acknowledgment you grip the base of his cock before pausing. “Isn’t this what you like though? What if Hoseok likes to be touched in a different way?”

An unintentional growl bubbles out of his mouth. Oh how he wished he could take your mind off Hoseok and have you screaming his name, thinking about him instead.

He pushes down his discontentment with the other man on your mind, “men are simple creatures Y/N, just making out sometimes can get them going. And judging by the way you’re sucking my cock right now, I’m sure Hoseok will be crazy for you.”

As Taehyung explains the ins and outs of a man’s brain, you don’t make an effort to stop the teasing of his cock. His words sound slurred, they go in one ear and out the other, and besides the delicious length in front of you is much more fascinating.

For the time being you stare up at him, your eyes wide feigning interest in his words, all while you grip his cock in one hand and continuously lap at his tip with a kitten-like flick of your tongue. 

Taehyung finally realises that you’ve stopped listening when he feels the small yet downright sensual pleasure shooting through his cock. He grunts, pushing your hair back once again, “fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking good.”

His preoccupied hand squeezes the pillows beside him, the veins of his hands popping out. You do what he taught you, seductive eyes laser focused on him while your wicked tongue leaves a hot trail up the prominent vein on his dick.

“Shit Y/N you’re doing so well-”

You release him from your mouth disrupting his sentence, “can you fuck my throat?”

Taehyung swears his whole body just convulsed at your request. He looks away just so he can contain himself because holy shit.

Obviously Taehyung has thought about you being in this position, saying those words. Yet, no matter how many times he fantasizes this scenario, nothing would ever prepare him for those words to actually come out of your mouth with the most bewitching grin plastered on your pretty face.

He stutters, “I- no, I don’t know if you can take it darling.”

You grip his thighs, pout forming on those dangerous lips of yours, “please Tae, I want it. Want you to use me.”

Taehyung pushes the curls of his bangs away, a hiss steaming from his lips. “Alright, but if you feel any discomfort pinch my thigh, okay sweetheart?”

You’re impatient, “yeah, yeah, I can take your monster dick.” You place a small kiss on his thigh, “do your worst.”

His movements are all too fast, all too sudden. His fingers securing a death-grip on the mess of your hair before holding his cock up to your mouth. “You asked for it darling.”

Your mouth automatically widens, welcoming the rough intrusion of his cock as it slides all the way down your throat. A lewd gag fills the room.

A dark cloud of lust of dominance fogs Taehyung’s vision, his biceps flexing when he brings your head up and down his thick velvety length.

The room resounds with the filthy wet noises of your saliva covered lips pumping repeatedly. Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose, tilting his head against the cushions behind him. He keeps his hips still, yanking your hair at an obscene pace. A slew of curses and moans fly out into the air as he revels at the complete state of ecstasy you’ve put him under.

The heat of his member burns the back of your throat but you fucking love it. You open your teary eyes, gazing at his chiseled jaw and the way he shivers and groans above you. It only spurs you on when he glances back down, meeting your mascara ruined eyes.

It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. Taehyung harshly pushes your head all the way to the base of his cock. Your face is met with his abdomen, the hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose.

He leaves you there, and the burn in your throat rises, leaving you gagging, your throat tightening around him.

Taehyung believes after this he could never get the image of your messy docile eyes and tarnished lips out of his brain. He feels your throat constrict, “sh-shit, fuck Y/N, breathe through your nose.” You inhale. “That’s my good girl.”

He releases you from his member only to push your lips back onto him, going back to his beastly pace. “You look so fucking pathetic, you think Hoseok wants a messy girl like you?”

You gurgle around him, tears freely falling down your cheeks as you try to shake your head no. He only mumbles out a groan, his cock abruptly pulsing under your tongue like a steady heartbeat.

It's all too sudden when he releases your head off his length, a glob of drool dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. 

“Fuck sorry I was about to cum.”

Although your heart swells with pride you wonder, “why didn’t you?”

He runs a hand through his messy locks, “the purpose of this was to teach you, don’t you still want to practice?”

You’re smug with your answer, “I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”

He swipes a finger under your tear stained eyes, “getting cocky now are we.” 

You were cocky indeed, “well I did get you shaking under my touch didn’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, “get up you brat, I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Fucking finally.

You won’t lie, you were probably most excited to finally know what it feels like to receive head. Your mind is still fuzzy from Taehyung’s rough ministrations as you slowly get up. You wobble slightly and Taehyung is quick to stabilize you with two strong arms holding the curve of your hips in place.

With his arms already around you he pushes you towards the couch, kicking his jeans off in the process.

Back flat against his plush couch you’re already stripping off your sweatpants and panties together in one. “My, my aren’t you eager”, he teases, a glint of shamelessness twinkling in his brown orbs when he drinks up the plushness of your thighs leading to your dripping cunt.

Holding your knees in the palm on his hands, he spreads them open to reveal the glossy folds on your heat. He kisses his teeth, satisfaction and hunger clear on his face. “Fuck, isn’t this a pretty sight.”

His words bring back a blush on your cheeks, you pull him forward, your lips inches away from his own. “Shut up please.”

And he shuts you up real good. Smashing your lips to his, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss, your tongues dancing the devil's tango.

His hands are adventurous, feeling the mounds of your breasts over your shirt. “Why the fuck isn’t your shirt off yet huh?” He tuts, pulling on the cotton fabric.

“I want yours off too.” You cutely mumble tugging at the hem of his shirt, to which he complies, tugging it off in one fluid motion. 

You peel your baggy shirt off just in time to see Taehyung's arm flex as he takes his very own shirt off. “Have you been working out? My God Tae, you're as big as Joon.”

He inwardly smirks because yeah he’s been working out and it's clearly paying off. He doesn’t want to show his glee however, “can we not talk about other men when I’m about to eat you out.”

You chuckle, eyes trailing down his buff arms to his v-line that leads to his dick like an arrow directing you to his treasure. You bite your lip, unclipping your lace bralette, “sure, sure, let’s get the show on the road.”

It’s Taehyung turn to drink up the sight of your body. “Fuck, always imagined what these tits looked like under all those tight clothes you wear.”

He’s really feeding into your praise kink. “Well, were they what you expected?”

He sucks on one immediately and you arch your back at the unexpected pleasure. “Even better”, he squeezes them in his palms, “they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He sucks a deep hickey under your left breast, leaving you whimpering with a hand tangled in his hair. “Always imagined what you sounded like moaning for me.”

You can’t reply, his touches burning through your skin. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach until he’s hovering above your aching clit, a tantalising grin on his face before he’s diving in.

“Fuck!” You wail at the unfamiliar yet mesmerising feelings. His tongue is stiff and pointed, flicking quickly up and down your bundle of nerves. 

The grip you have on his hair is deathly but it's the only thing in your reach that can ground you. He licks a long stripe down your sopping slit, keeping his sharp eyes on you the whole time.

“F-feels so fucking good Tae!” You almost scream. He cups his lips around your swollen nub sucking on it with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You’re too dazed to comment on it, reeling in the new pleasures you’re experiencing. You stare down at him, your eyes half opened and so close to rolling to the back of your head.

However, they almost completely open wide at the sight presented before you. With two long fingers, Taehyung is shoving them in his mouth, soaking them with his spit before rubbing them onto your sensitive folds.

You beg. “Put them inside.. Please.” Taehyung doesn’t make a sound only kissing your clit as he plunges his ring decorated fingers into you.

You’re so wet his fingers slide into you with ease. He groans at the sensation, his view focused on the way your cunt greedily sucks him in.

“Look at you, getting my rings all dirty you filthy girl”, he scolds watching the way your essence drips into the crevices of his intricate jewellery. 

Taehyung increases the pace of his long fingers, finger fucking you into euphoria. He doesn’t stop there, his lips returning to your desperate clit in a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.

You can feel your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. It's hot and feels so unlike any other upcoming orgasm you’ve experienced. His fingers curl inside of you, his palm slapping your folds with his rapid pace and his lips don’t give any sign of stopping.

“Taehyung- Tae, I’m cumming!” You really scream this time, your orgasm taking control over your body like a demon. 

You swear your eyes black out, your body shaking, a warmth gushing out of your cunt as it spazzes out.

Your chest heaves and you blink, feeling a damp pool around you. Oh God, Did you piss yourself?

“Holy fuck Y/N, I can’t believe you just did that.”

You sit up, embarrassed, an apology falling from your lips.

“You just squirted on me.”

You’re flushed, “I- what?”

Taehyung almost looks akin to a wolf hunting down his prey. “That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, holy shit I’m so hard.”

Well at least you didn’t pee on his couch. There’s a surge of overwhelming need for his cock to be inside of you. You’ve never felt this way before, it’s scary but so is this whole experience. It’s definitely one for the books.

Getting up on your knees you hold onto his shoulders, Taehyung raises a brow. “Fuck, I need to ride you, can I ride you?”

You think you just saw his dick twitch at your words. He grins, “just for practice?”

Your smile is sickly sweet, “of course, just for practice.”

His arms are strong when he shuffles into a seated position all while holding your hips above his awaiting cock.

He pauses, a flash of his normal self resurfacing. “You’re on the pill yeah?”

You peck his lips, “yes, now stuff me full.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s sinking you down onto his length. 

You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being complete. The stretch hurts so bad but hurts so good. He fills you up so well it has you speechless, the air trapped inside your lungs refusing to be released until your walls are comfortable around his impressive girth.

Mumbling a soft curse, you swivel your hips in slow circles, getting used to his large size. Taehyung watches you, hunger written on his face as he licks his lips and examines the way you fit so perfectly on his lap.

You test the waters, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lift your hips and settle back onto his lap. He groans at the wet squelch it makes and slaps your ass, grabbing it in his hand to squeeze it.

You pick up the speed, pumping up and down, whimpering at how well he fills you up. You keep your gaze trained on the image of his dick disappearing in your heat and pulling out with a wet sheen.

Taehyung tucks a finger under your chin, bringing you close to his face to push his soft lips onto yours once again.

It’s weird to say, but you don’t think you can get tired of kissing your best friend. He knows exactly what you want and knows exactly how to make your head spin.

With his large hands of yours, you pick up the pace, slamming your ass onto his hips. You leave his lips, kissing the side of jaw and suckling a few lovebites behind his ear.

His voice is deep and sultry, “fuck yeah, that’s it.” You wail in his hold, pushing yourself to meet his thrusts below. Your thighs burn but the pleasure burns so much hotter.

You feel your second orgasm of the night rising within you and can tell Taehyung is close too. Taehyung assists you, using his thighs to push up into you. Your juices drip down onto his pelvis and both of your breaths get heavier.

His thrusts are fast and rough, creating loud slapping noises that echo around his empty apartment. He grunts, folding his head into the crook of your neck. He’s about to cum and so are you.

With one final gasp your release hits you like a truck. Your thigh shakes in his lap and Taehyung bites at the delicate skin of your neck. His warm seed shoots inside of you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

Taehyung releases his hold to lean back onto the couch. He keeps his softening cock inside of you, lazily staring at your fucked out expression.

You play with his rings, “well, how did I do?”

The shit-eating grin is back. “Hmmm, I think you may need more practice.”

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨.| (M) | PT 16.

synopsis; park areum is a small journalist who gets mistaken for a sex worker one day. she gets kidnapped and then given to lee jeno, an infamous mafia for creating war and havoc.

warnings; lower caps intended!!, this is part 16/ 20 action, fighting scenes, short love triangle, mafia romance, cursing/mature language, jeno falls in love hard, !jealous mafia jeno, enemies to lovers, smut!!, makeout scenes, gripping, degrading, praising, jeno is a bit of a dick but we been knew. park areum is a bad bitch <3.

previous part 15! | masterlink parts! | next part 17!

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the day was the usual for park areum. she was on her way to annoying lee haechan who honestly at this point is her best friend somehow; the two ended up being enemies to best friends literally in the span of few months. areum opens the door so casually as if she was living with hyuck in his bedroom.

jeno however was taking a glimpse at areum going to the soldiers hallway, the moment areum enters haechan’s room he walks ahead to the door.

swinging it open he saw hyuck’s stiff body standing across the room with a ball in his hand and the young woman laying across his bed with a chip on her lips, jeno shares a glance to both of them.

“areum get out,” he automatically demands, something within him was so possessive about areum being so comfortable in someone else’s room. haechan swore he saw jeno’s dirty glare thrown daggers at him.

areum gets up slowly as he munches on the chip, jeno closing the door and turning to the girl. “why are you in there?”

areum stares in absolute confusion, deadpans to jeno. “maybe because he’s my friend, oh i dunno jeno!” areum sarcastically said. he clears his throat, “don’t go there again,” he tells, leaving areum to continue his schedule again.

areum’s jaw drops as she turns to jeno leaving, she was about to protest but he left before she could. “yah, Lee Jeno you don’t control me!” areum shouts, haechan peeks his head out watching the scene.

“areum are you still alive..?” he speaks in echoes, areum turning to haechan with a glare. “why wouldn’t i be?” the girl clicks her tongue in annoyance, she trails speaking in small complaints about jeno once again. “he told me to never enter your room again, can you believe that?” areum said. haechan stands beside areum with two inches difference between their height. he hums a little.

“actually yes i can considering i was there seeing the way he looks at you,” hyuck responds. “oh well, not like I’m complaining now— I can finally have my own bed to myself.” he shouts in victory, throwing himself on his bed. areum sighs out, walking away. “yeah whatever hyuck,”

areum officially has nothing to do in the mansion and it pains her; she walks past the kitchen only to be met with a young servant who lightly holds onto areum’s body.

“hello can you do me favour?” the young girl asks forward, areum wasn’t the type to reject and nods, she’d show forward a tray with tea . “mr jeno asked for tea but i am unable to go and serve him it.”

areum looks down taking the tray, “oh how come?” she asks as the scent of the jasmine tea overpopulates her senses. the servant goes red colour, “i can’t face him properly, he’s too handsome and intimidating.”

a sudden urge to say something in defence about the comment was laying right above areum’s tongue, what was this weird feeling? Jeno very much so was handsome, so why was areum wanting to say no? or don’t look at him?

areum clenched the tray together with a fake smile shown to the girl. “i’ll take it up then.” and with that she left the girl midway her speaking.

‘I can’t serve him tea he’s far too handsome, my ass, why are you telling me this!’ areum shouts in her own head over such small comment until the door in front of her would swing by.

jeno looking up to see areum to his surprise he smirks in the process as he was writing down some files. areum puts the tray on the side as jeno was leaning down on the chair in a comfortable position of his hips being adjusted down with the veiny hands resting to the side of the chair, his collarbones exposed as his mischievous eyes looking up to areum’s annoyed expression.

areum’s eyes were unable to be taken off jeno, the way his legs rest so neatly in the chair, his pretty hands in view under the tiny bit of sunlight through the blinds coming through, his soft skin and visible collarbones. areum was entirely checking him out form head to toe.

Jeno took notice to the obvious staring, he swings on the chair back now facing areum from where he was sitting, he wonders what is on areum’s mind?

“what’s wrong, areum?” jeno calls out bringing areum’s eyes to look up at him, she stiffens up now looking away, “nothing.” she claims but the facial expression she is putting out there clearly tells jeno otherwise.

“i think something is wrong,” jeno tells again, pushing areum to tell him what it is. no point kicking round the bush. areum sighs “nothing is bothering me.” she would say.

jeno finally gives up but instead, wraps the dominating right hand around areum’s waistline pulling the body closer to him as he rests his hand on there, he hears the girl slightly hitch but not fight back, areum was quite comfortable to his touches yet it still made her feel so overstimulated with the way it felt on her— it was addicting. she would want more afterwards.

the man wasn’t believing areum’s words, he speaks amused almost. “hmm is that so, areum-ah?“

he hears no response from the beautiful woman in front of him, areum staying quiet as her arms would be crossed on her chest, he sees her lips go into a pout. “so stubborn,” jeno trails teasingly, rubbing up and down the waistline to her hips by traces of his fingertips. areum was left feeling on edge by the small gestures he was doing, and he knew what he was doing to her and how it made her feel from the way areum’s skin prickles.

“did you come and see me personally yourself?” jeno would ask as he remembers that he never told areum to do this job request. her ears pick up on the soft teasing from him.

“no,” areum was quick to answer. “i helped one your servants to give you your tea because they find you too attractive to do it themselves.” areum frankly said with a hidden jealous element in her words, jeno now figures the entire thing out and hearing this he smirks fully. “i was hoping you would come and see me personally,” jeno tells the girl, her pout immediately loosening.

“why is that?” areum softly trails not sure why jeno would hope to see her, it doesn’t make sense for them to be around; but whenever they are it feels so peaceful and correct.

Jeno with a short soft smile engulfing areum’s sight, before he spoke. “i wanted to see you”

a heart skipped, areum feeling the ears perk up hearing those vulnerable soft words from someone who never looks to be the type to say these. a mafia leader telling areum he wanted to se her? she couldn’t believe it at first, but the way jeno was having his hands around her as he said sweet nothings was just enough proof that it was real.

“I’ve been so busy lately that i couldn’t check on you,” he whispers as his head falls down to areum’s right hand, he lifts it up with his other one— checking on it attentively. seemingly the hand healing.

jeno softly smooches the top of her hand, “your hand is healing,” it was almost like a statement to make himself feel relieved. the way his lips latch on her hand lovingly creates a newly fresh of sensation to areum, he was being soft with her…

nothing angry and nothing lustful, just pure vulnerability and emotional ability to check on her. the soft actions that did not go unnoticed, it wasn’t anything intense, but it was there at the correct limit of communication and intimacy. a perfect balance.

the eyes meeting, holding the peaceful eye contact together, jeno could read the way areum observed each area of his handsome face; areum could notice what he was feeling from the way his mouth quivers in perfect line.

“say something, areum.” jeno told in a plead, almost desperate to listen to areum’s voice. this sight of jeno was so rare, she couldn’t believe she is seeing it. he heard a gentle hum, “like what?” areum replies back in a soft mutter.

“anything,” jeno would say, “i want to hear your voice.”

he was waiting for the girl to speak out, to hear her talk was something he was wanting to listen to all these weeks; however he never had the time to be around her. jeno waiting patiently, his hand running down the waistline up and down still. he sees areum shift around.

“is work hard since your schedule is packed these days?” areum would ask looking around the paperwork. jeno would give a genuine response. everything the two were doing were real with emotion, not just a simple one way hear of the moment thing. “a little, nothing I can’t handle however.” jeno shares. the arm on her waist would slowly pull areum in between his legs as she was engulfed with two of his arms around her waistline holding it. jeno’s deep voice mutters ‘please continue talking,’

“do you ever get stressed..?” areum would say as her hands crawl up on jeno’s soft hair running fingers through the silky locks in between them, feeling how his hair felt. jeno responds in a relaxed groan at her action, suggesting he was liking it. “yeah, i do.” jeno quietly responds with eyes closed temporarily as he felt areum’s small hands roam his hair.

the way jeno’s perfume only got stronger the more areum was pulled around him, she gently lets go off the hair and jeno hums in liking manner. his eyes slowly opening again, “have i ever told you that you’re beautiful?” jeno softly murmurs. areum’s eyes look at him in disbelief, her lips trembling.

“yah, what happened to lee jeno that i know?” areum would softly chuckle, jeno leans forward engulfing areum into a hug, his face resting on her stomach slightly. “that’s not the real me, areum.” jeno trails into the hug. she gently accepts the hug, although it took a while to process this.

he was clingy and both soft with areum in this moment. areum couldn’t help but think a little about his words.

the moment brought jeno and areum back into reality when the door was open with a light trailing behind the figure.

jeno’s eyes warily glance up as areum’s face lit up gently.

“jaemin!”

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😭 jaemin coming back right on their soft moment ahhhh. not at jeno being stressed at work and therefore needing areum to take his mind off of thingssss

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[creweemmaeec11]

My favourite prompts:

A list of my favourite prompts that I’ve posted in the past, all curated into a huge list just for you guys!

1

Finally, the day has come. The villain is thought to be dead. The hero has won.

Until suddenly the hero learns the villain left them EVERYTHING in their will. Made them the owner and operator of all their illegal business.

Obviously, the hero plans to shut everything down immediately. But they quickly realize just how many people the villain employed… how many family’s they fed…

2

“You kissed me,”

“I did… and?”

“What-!? What do you mean and!?,”

“What more do you want?”

“An explanation would be a good start!”

“…or I could just do it again…”

*other person turns bright red,*

“Or… or that, I suppose,”

3

“What the hell are you doing here!?”

“I think the better question would be what in the hell are you wearing,” the villain replied, amusement clear on their face, like they were struggling to keep from laughing.

“What- it’s-” the hero blushed, remembering what they were wearing, “their pajamas! What are you-!”

“Oh my god…” the villain replied, like they were struggling to come to terms with what they were seeing, “the hero of the city not only own, but wears a onesie,”

“Excuse me!” The hero snapped in defence, “They’re comfortable!”

“They? You have more??”

4

“I gotta say hero,” The villain mused as they casually moved toward the cell bars, “I’ve been called many things in my life: monster, villain, outcast, loser, scoundrel,” they tilted their head, examining the hero before them, “but ‘our last hope?’” *clicks tongue* “that’s a first,”

5

You live in a world where anyone born with superpowers must become a super hero. It doesn’t matter what the power is, or how small it is, it is mandatory. It was deemed that having anyone with superpowers work alongside regular people was “unsafe” and “unfair.” Every year, dozens of superhero’s with powers useless for fighting are killed. You’ve managed to make it this long with nobody finding out you have a superpower. But how much longer can you hide in plain sight?

6

The city’s villain mysteriously disappears and hasnt been seen in a week. The people are celebrating, but the hero is worried. What if the villain is planning something big? Determined to stop whatever evil plan is brewing, the hero tracks the villain down, but they dont find what they expected. Instead of evil plotting, the villain:

-Has been taking care of a sick pet -Come down with the flu -Been helping arrange a friends wedding -Found out they were pregnant -Is getting married themselves -Mourning the death of a loved one -Has adopted a young pet and been occupied taking care of them -Has been helping one of their lackeys who’s in a desperate situation -Has been feeding the homeless and offering blankets

7

You’re the most wanted villain by all highest ranking authorities, but all the heros “just can’t seem to catch you” (they always let you get away) because all your crimes are things like stealing expensive medication and then donating it to hospitals, robbing toy stores and donating to orphanages, robbing banks and giving to charity, robbing grocery stores and feeding the homeless, ect

8

A hero/villain with the power to materialize their own tattoos. Got a wrench tattoo? Now you’ve got a wrench. Got a tattoo of wings? A bomb? A get away car? Well…

Dragon tattoos have always been popular, havent they?

9

Write about a genius inventor villain who, while watching the news, learns about a sick child in hospital doctors arnt sure they can cure. The villain realizes something theyve invented could cure the child. Now the hard part is convincing them to let the villain help.

10

The villain starts to notice the hero is feeling more down the usual, so they start leaving the hero little notes to cheer them up. All is going well until the hero figures out who is sending them.

11

In a world of magic users where everyone is divided into the 6 eye colours, and the colour of your eyes represents what your powers are. Each colour has an elemental power, can talk to a certain type of creature(Invertebrates, fish, amphibians, reptiles, birds, mammals), and has 3 other powers. For example, blue eyes control water, can commune with fish, etc. Everyone in the world has either red, orange, yellow, green, blue or purple eyes. Except for you, you were born with black eyes. Everyone is afraid of what your powers will be, but they should be more worried about the kind of creatures you can talk to…

12

A hero and a villain (and maybe their sidekicks, up to you) trapped in a haunted house or haunted location.  

-One is scared so the other comforts them. They are both scared but trying to act like they aren’t. -One doesn’t believe in ghosts, and the other has the power to communicate with them or see them. -Ghosts aren’t real, but one continues to try and freak the other out, who claims they aren’t scared. -Ghost wingman. I need’ d say no more -One gets possessed, so the other has to do the whole ‘kiss to break a curse’ thing to bring them out of it. -The classic Person A thinks ghosts aren’t real so they prank Person B to scare them. Then shit gets real, but person B doesn’t believe person A, thinking its just another prank.

13

“I trusted you! You promised!”

“I kept my promise! I got you your results! Don’t question my methods from a top that high moral horse or yours, especially when the only reason you made a deal with me in the first place was because you were too much of a coward to do what needed to be done!”

14

The local wildfire has been growing out of control, forcing the city to have to evacuate. Suddenly, the villain with water powers shows up to lend a hand to fire fighters.

15

“Tell me hero,” the villain spoke, chains jangling from where they hung on the villains wrists as they walked up to the bars of the jail cell, “If you wanted to skip a press conference, could you?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re sisters getting married, but your needed for a big event at the hero academy that day. Would you be allowed to attend the wedding? What about if your brother stole a pack of gum. Could you let it slide? Not would you, but could you?”

The hero paused. Could they? They had responsibilities! They had commitments to the city, and to the serving of justice!

The villain laughed at the heros silence, “I may be in jail, but you’re more chained then I’ll ever be,”

16

“So tell me,” the villain drawled, dragging a finger across the heros skin, making them shiver, “what changed your mind?”

17

Hero discovers the villain has a day job. It isnt at all what they expected. (Day care, animal shelter, etc)

18

“What are you going to do if you beat me, and suddenly the city dosent need a hero? What are you going to do if you get hurt and can no longer fight, and the city forgets about you just like all the heros before you? Who will you be when your legacy crumbles under the weight of all those who follow? Will you take up knitting?”

The hero stared unblinking and frozen as the villain took a step forward.

“Sure, your a hero. But what are you without that?”

The villain took another step forward.

“Your nothing, heroism is all you have. That pathetic title you curl up to every night. But without it?” They looked the hero up and down, “Absolutely nothing…”

19

A villain retires from villainy and gets plastic surgery (or simply never showed their face) so they can live a normal life without being recognized. While living their new life, they bump into the hero, and the two start falling for eachother. But the villain is terrified of the hero finding out the truth

20

The hero slammed their front door as quickly as they could, eyes wide, heart pounding.

The villain. The villain was outside their door.

“Well that was rude,”

21

A hero with magic powers, in a world where magic is unheard of. They have always kept their powers a secret, fearing they would be shunned, or tested on. They never use their powers in battle.

One day, while practicing their magic alone in the woods, the villain appears out of nowhere. 

Before the hero can explain, the villain asks, “you have powers too?”

22

A hero dies. Or at least, they think they do. The next thing they know they wake up at their own funeral. And the only person there? Is the villain.

23

“The worst part, is you had the nerve to call it love”

[mattdillon-enthusiast]

I wrote a Dallypop one shot!

Warnings: Cheating and Cursing

Word Count: 2,365

Dallas’ Point of View

I take full responsibility for putting myself in this position. I agreed to this. Fuck. Why did he even ask me? Why couldn’t one of the other guys who had experience with healthy relationships be asked? Why me? It was no secret that my last relationship ended a dumpster fire. I couldn’t give Sylvia the attention she so desperately craved, in my defence I couldn’t do much when I was sat in the reformatory where she refused to visit me. Cheating on me while I was locked up really got my attention though, brought my attention to the fact she was no longer worth my time.

My attention, time and thoughts were all dedicated to someone else, someone much more worth it. Someone who was in a relationship, someone I was currently with helping shop for an anniversary gift for his girlfriend of now a year. Sodapop Curtis.

“I’m just so conflicted, I don’t want to be simple and get her flowers or chocolates. It’s been one year, that’s the longest I’ve ever been with anyone. Feels like forever.” Soda ranted as we strolled through the aisles of a store, my hands stuffed in the pockets of my jacket as my stride didn’t quite feel as confident as it usually did.

I fought the urge to grab a cancer stick and start smoking, not wanting to risk upsetting Soda if I got us kicked out because of it. I couldn’t bear the thoughts of Soda being upset with me, his signature grin fading as his eyebrows furrowed as he tried his best not to raise his voice as he would express his disappointment and frustration, telling me he that shouldn’t have brought me along that I wasn’t any help. That’s not what I wanted to have happen, so I wouldn’t smoke no matter how desperately I was itching for one.

“How much are you thinking price range?” I asked in an attempt to be helpful. I should help or at least try, surely the dirty blonde would appreciate my attempts.

I stopped walking as he did, turning to face him as he began to pat at his jean pockets, I assume in an attempt to locate his wallet which he soon fished from his left back pocket. He quickly opened it up to start counting the number of bills he had shoved in there. “5.. 10.. 15.. 16.. 17..” Soda muttered as he counted out loud.

Cute. Normally I found the habit annoying and obnoxious but watching Soda as he counted, screwing up and having to start all over again was completely different to anyone else. A small smile of adoration fought its way onto my lips for no more than a couple seconds before I went back to my classic resting bitch face.

“22. That’s how much I have. 22 Dollars” He said finally after a couple more attempts at counting his money. “I’ve been trying to save up but Steve kept making bets.” He sighed

Twenty-two dollars, that was pretty good to work with. What could he gift her? Maybe gifts weren’t the answer and instead memories would be more appropriate. “Well, maybe get her something simple like flowers and take her out to the Dingo for dinner. The fair is in town, take her to that?” I suggested.

Soda seemed pleasantly surprised at my suggestion, a grin spreading on his face resulting in the fluttery feelings of butterflies in my stomach. Soda really had me wiped, no one’s smile had ever given me butterflies, no ones laugh made me weak in the knees. No one had been able to make me feel so soft, nobody but Sodapop Curtis.

“I love that idea, Dal. Gosh, I wouldn’t have thought of that.” Soda grinned back at me, oblivious to how it made me feel.

Sodapop Curtis was going to be the death of me and he was oblivious to it.

Sodapop’s Point of View

I really couldn’t believe that Dallas didn’t have a girlfriend, especially a long term one. I know things ended badly with Sylvia but if Dallas found someone nice I bet he would be the best boyfriend, anyone lucky enough to call themselves his was lucky. His idea for my anniversary was so good, I wouldn’t have come up with something like that I had been so focused on gifting Sandy something materialistic. Memories were so much for valuable than materialistic things.

Dallas had dropped me off down the street from Sandy’s house as I wanted to surprise her for the anniversary. Her parents were out for the weekend so it wouldn’t even matter how long she and I stayed out for, I’d let Darry know that I might be staying the night with Sandy so he wouldn’t worry about me.

The familiar walk up to her house was just as exciting as usual if not even more. I had a bouquet of flowers in my hand as I got up to the front door. I could hear music from the living room, I found myself peaking through the window expecting to see Sandy dancing around her living room. She always was such a wonderful dancer, she was the best dance partner I had ever been with.

Dancing isn’t what I saw though. As I looked through the window I saw Sandy locking lips with a boy I recognise to be a Soc. My heart dropped in my chest, I felt everything shattering around me. Emotions took over as I stepped back, taking a deep breath as I tried to keep my thoughts rational. I threw the bouquet of an arrangement of flowers at the door and ran. I couldn’t stand there any longer, not after what I just witnessed. I never wanted to see that house again.

Who was I supposed to go to? Steve was out with Evie tonight seeing that I was supposed to be with Sandy. Ponyboy and Darry were having a bonding night since again I was supposed to be out with Sandy. Two-Bit was babysitting his sister. Johnny and Dally were supposed to be at Buck’s tonight, there wasn’t a party as Buck wouldn’t be around so they were just supposed to be hanging out. Maybe I could go see them?

Dallas did have experience when it came to coping after being cheated on… maybe he could offer some advice.

Dallas’ Point of View

Johnny and I were versusing in pool seeing that I was watching over Buck’s while he was out for the night.

“So Dal, you got something to tell me?” Johnny asked as he took his shot.

I raised an eyebrow at the kid, as I watched him take his shot. “No?” I replied as he stepped away from the table, causing me to step forward analysing the balls on the table trying to figure out my next shot, “What makes you think I got something to tell you?”

Johnny shrugged. “It’s just lately you’ve been staring at Soda a whole lot lately, not to mention you jumped at the opportunity to go shopping with him today”

I looked up from the table, directly at Johnny visibly gulping. Shit. Was I that obvious with my staring? “Kid, it ain’t what your thinking” I was quite to say, getting all defensive.

Johnny smiled, chuckling a little. “So you’re wiped then?” He asked.

“What-” I didn’t even get the chance to say anymore when the front door flew open. I turned around ready to tell someone that there wasn’t a party here anymore though I found there was quickly no need when I saw the Curtis brother who just so happened to be the topic of Johnny and I’s conversation.

I was confused, Soda was supposed to be out with Sandy. My confusion only intensified as I noticed the tears streaming down his cheeks. I knew I needed to pull out one of the rare Dallas Winston hugs, for no one but Johnny or Soda would I do this. I found myself walking towards the teary boy whose expression truly did break me. I hadn’t seen Soda cry since his parents died and even then he didn’t let too many tears shed in front of the gang.

“Hey Pop… what happened?” I asked him once I stood in front of him, holding back on the hug for the time being waiting for him to reply. Soda’s breaths were shaky, every few moments a sob would get caught in his throat only causing him to cry harder.

Soda wiped his eyes, trying to calm down so he could explain what had happened. I gave him a few moments to calm down slightly. “Sandy… she… with another guy” Soda sobbed, unable to say anymore as he began to cry hard again.

Really I had no other choice than to hug him, I stepped forward pulling him into my arms. I knew what he meant when Soda mentioned Sandy and another guy, how could someone cheat on Soda? He was the perfect guy. On their anniversary as well, she really didn’t think that one through, clearly Soda would try to surprise her.

“I’m sorry, Soda.” I sighed. Sure I had experienced being cheated on but I sure didn’t feel the same way about Sylvia that Soda did about Sandy.

I heard Johnny excuse himself, saying he best be going, normally I would argue and tell him I best walk him home but right now I was focused on comforting Soda. I didn’t get to be this close to the dirty blonde often so now having the opportunity I would hold him and do my very best to comfort him. I felt his hands begin to grip my jacket as he buried his face into my shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him further I began to rub his back. I closed my eyes staying in the moment for as long as I could manage.

“Soda, let’s go sit down? I’ll get you a drink. You want some chocolate milk? I’m sure Buck has some.” I suggested. He silently agreed by pulling away from the hug. I was tempted to lead him to the bar by taking his hand but decided against it, instead placing a hand on the small of his back as I directed him to the bar.

I had him take a seat on one of the barstools as I went to look through the fridge, it took me a few moments but I was able to locate the chocolate milk. I grabbed out the carton, turning around to see Soda’s head resting on the bar causing me to sigh. I walked back over to the bar grabbing one of the pint glasses, filling it up once I placed it in front of the now fragile Sodapop.

“There you go, Pop,” I said softly before turning around to put the carton of milk away.

Pop was my nickname for the middle Curtis brother, no one else called him it to my knowledge which I was glad about, glad it hadn’t caught on like Johnnycake had caught on with the other guys.

As Soda and I sat in silence, him drinking his milk I tried to brainstorm ideas on how I could be more comforting because in moments like these when Soda was in distress I wanted nothing more than to be the best at comforting. One idea did come to mind that may help him, and might just be the death of me.

“Hey uh, Pop? Do you wanna spend the night here? Don’t think there’s any spare room’s but you can share the uh bed with me?” I suggested trying to seem unbothered about it but failing miserably. All I wanted was to comfort the boy and holding him in my arms as he tried to fall asleep to escape the events of today seemed like the best option to me.

Soda looked up at me from his glass of milk, sniffling, his cheeks and nose a light pink tear-stained, his eyes bloodshot. It caused an ache in my chest seeing him so broken. If I ever saw that Sandy again I’d sure give her a piece of my mind. How the hell could she do such a thing to such a beautiful person.

“You’d be okay with that?” Soda asked softly, his voice cracking a little.

I nodded in return, “Course, Pop. Anything for you.” I replied as I took his now empty glass and went to wash it. I didn’t want Buck getting upset with me for leaving the bar a mess even if it was one glass. I dried off the glass once I had it cleaned before placing it back under the bar.

“Come on, Soda. Let’s go upstairs.” I said stepping out from behind the bar. I put an arm around his shoulders once he stood up and we walked upstairs to my bedroom. I opened the door and we headed straight over to the bed. I discarded my jacket, throwing it aside as I kicked off my boots before I laid down on the bed.

I watched as Soda took off his flannel as kicked off his own shoes before he joined me on the bed. He didn’t even hesitate to cuddle up to me, resting his head on my chest as he put his arms around my waist. “Is this okay?” He asked looking up at me.

I nodded, my heart skipping a beat at how close the younger boy was. I gulped a bit wrapping an arm around him holding him close. “This is alright” I assured him.

He nodded, sighing in relief. He shifted a little getting himself comfortable and soon closed his eyes. He was clearly exhausted from the number of emotions he’d been feeling.

As Soda fell asleep I laid there listening to his soft snores, smiling to myself as I looked down at him. I knew this was something I could get used to. I was glad that Soda turned to me for comfort, maybe this could be the start of something for him and I. For now, I’ll just do my best to be here for him.

[theevangelion]

Soulmates: Chapter XVII

(Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16)

Time crept in its peculiar way, constant but not fast enough, Kara had fallen into a light sleep on the sofa. The beep of the scanner on the front door stirred her just a moment before it opened. She sat upright, blinking herself awake, then a yawn struck her just as she turned to say hello.

“You look like a dinosaur.” Lena smiled sweetly and put her purse in the dish, then took off her coat. “Do I ask how your day was? Is that—do we just…” She seemed equally at a loss. “If we need to have serious conversations, we can do that, and if you need something else, we can do that too.”

“Define serious conversation?” Kara perched on her knees and hung her chin over the back of the sofa, watching the way Lena moved, how she didn’t seem to know what to do with her body. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so nervous before…”

“Me, nervous?” Lena glanced back with a calm expression. “Well maybe a little bit. It’s not every day that Catherine Grant’s soulmate—”

“No jokes, please?” Kara didn’t feel any anger. She understood, knew Lena’s reasons, but today wasn’t Lena’s pain. “We can do jokes when it’s your bad time, but today is my bad time too, so let’s save that for lunch tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Lena pursed her lips and put down her defence system. “I’m sorry, darling, I’m not very good at processing hurt but I have been trying to get better, and I did do that on my flight, the processing thing, and I…I can share that space with you.”

“I don’t want you to feel this is a break-up.” Kara blinked. “We’re not breaking-up, I figured that much.”

“You’re…sure?” Lena seemed taken aback.

“Unless you want to find one of those unmarked, plain and unbetroth girls you kept talking about when we first met?” Kara’s eyes brightened. “Didn’t think so,” she whispered at the stalled girlfriend rooted near the door.

“I just don’t want you to feel pressured, like you have to stay, that’s the main thing. I want you to feel heard, and respected, and—” Lena exhaled a fast, lost gasp of steadiness that escaped her. She snatched her head away, because she was crying, and she didn’t want to draw attention there. “Sorry. Excuse me, sorry.” She calmed instantly, as though it had never happened. “I want you to feel loved, Kara, very much. To me, loving you means wanting the best for you—not standing in the way of it.”

“Wine.” Kara lifted the bottle from the coffee table. “It’s been a weird day, I figure we just drink wine from the bottle, talk until we don’t want to talk, then go to bed and lay-in late tomorrow.”

“God yes.” Lena sighed and relaxed, finally daring to come close and sit on the sofa too. “So, a dumb question, but how was your day?” She flopped and turned, trading off with the opened bottle.

“A day.” Kara burst with inappropriate laughter. The tears came, slow and unfought, because she felt safe and that made it okay. “It was a day, babe, turns out you and me? We’re…” Kara shook her head and couldn’t think of a good word.

“Not special magic tattoo girlfriends?” Lena murmured against the neck of the bottle resting to her lips, blinking as she swallowed a swig. “Well, it’s a complication sure.”

Tired as she was, Kara didn’t want to be asleep. She took fingertips to Lena’s cheek, took the loose eyelash that had fallen there, closed her eyes and blew on it. She didn’t wish for anything. The universe wasn’t in that mood. But, Lena laughed, and that felt reliable and familiar.

“You smell good.” Kara sighed and kissed her neck.

“Are we allowed to do this?” Lena murmured, joking, a little serious beneath that. She slipped her arm around the cuddler. Kara pressed her jaw to Lena’s shoulder, tucked into her side and intending to stay there. “Do we—do we cuddle and talk about how we’re not soulmates?”

“I think so.”

“Alright then,” Lena settled and slumped deeper into the sofa, her muscles relaxing against Kara’s body. “So, Cat, how did that go?”

“Terrible.”

“I would ask if you gave her some long, impassionate speech about how I was the light and moon of your life but…” Lena grinned, somehow not jealous or angry. “I take it she didn’t want to run off into the sunset with you?”

“You think I suggested that?” Kara balked.

“I think you have spent your life waiting for a soulmate.” Lena was calm and unaccusatory. “I think it’s been a weird day, and you’re doing your best, and I think I’m not angry whichever way you tried to make sense of it all.”

“You’re a good person.”

“I know,” Lena agreed and tucked blonde hair around Kara’s ear. “You don’t give me enough credit.” She leaned and pecked the temple.

“Would you hate me if I told you…” Kara paused and sighed. “I mean, it’s hard to explain. I wanted, I think, to understand why she didn’t tell me—didn’t help me understand what was happening. I wasn’t selling her unconditional love. I just, I guess, had this idea all of my life that there would be some person, like just one person—my person—and they would love me just the way I was, think I was beautiful, and sexy, and enough, like I was really something, you know? And I…I didn’t understand…why I wasn’t enough.” She didn’t cry but her voice wobbled and strained around it.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Lena stroked a single, bitter tear that had broken from the pack. “It’s okay, baby, I’m not mad. I’m not hurt. And, for the record?” She tilted Kara’s cheeks and looked right at her. “You are more than enough. You are everything, you are all the things, you are beautiful, and sexy, and kind, and…” Lena seemed at a loss. “You’re beyond that, even. So what if special magic tattoo girlfriend doesn’t see it?”

“I told her Lena Luthor was twice the woman she could ever dream of being.” Kara didn’t lie, technically it was the truth.

“You said that?”

“I did.” Kara nodded as she took a swig of merlot.

Lena’s smirk stifled until she couldn’t hold back a spurt of laughter. “You’re doing the thing, right?”

“Which thing?” Kara glanced.

“The Instagram thing. Where you tell the truth a little out of context because you’re worried the whole thing isn’t pretty. So hit me with it, Kara Danvers, the context, the big scoop, I’m sure I will somehow love you anyway.”

A roll of emerald eyes, an exasperated sigh huffing on its own amusement, then breaking into giggles, as though Lena thought it was silly her love might cease, and that was all it took to make Kara feel a little safer with the idea of being seen as…

Not a good person.

“You’re sure you want to know?” Kara’s voice was steady and quiet. “It was…horrible. I was awful to her, Lena.” With a jostle, she pulled away far enough to really look at her girlfriend. “I guess, by extension, that means I’m being awful to you too, right? I mean. Here I am, I’m sitting here, drinking wine with you, feeling like there’s nowhere else I would rather be, but a few hours ago I was on Cat’s doorstep—”

“Hey, stop. It’s okay. Kara it’s alright I’m not…I know this isn’t how things are supposed to be,” Lena sighed and softened. “I know you want to feel certain, like you love me, and I love you, and we could never not be those people, constantly and without complications. But I don’t think it’s that simple. This a weird situation, but I’m okay with it, because you’re telling me the truth, and so maybe you can just be a good woman who is fresh out of good, ethical choices to make right now?”

“Well alright.” Kara pecked the corner of her girlfriend’s lips, then her cheek, settling back on to her shoulder for a little more cuddling. “You’re sure you want me to tell you what I said?”

“I mean, you have edged me for long enough, if it’s not the most fucked up thing I’ve ever heard then I’m definitely leaving you in the morning—ouch.” Lena burst into laughter from the cheeky, playful pinch of her ribs. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry.”

“It was fucked up.” Kara wanted to be forgiven for it but didn’t know how. “I said to her…you want to die alone, lonely and without love? You go right ahead but don’t think you’re breaking my heart on your way out the door.”

“Wow.” Lena tilted her chin. “That was…pretty fucked up, sure, I see that.” She offered the opened wine bottle. “What did she say?”

“Something about thirty years ago we would have maybe really loved each other.”

“I could see that, sure.” Kara caught her looking at the mark on her hip. “Do you feel like you have a grasp on what was happening underneath the words? The emotions that were niggling?”

“All of them.”

“Yep, sounds it.”

“Anger.” Kara settled there first. “It was…this feeling of rejection. Not because I wanted her to be my soulmate. I wanted—you know—your name.” The tears gathered up and hung on her lids, but Lena already knew that, and Kara knew that she knew it. “But the way she showed me her mark. It was like, this puckered scar where she burned my name off, put her name right over it, like I didn’t exist, and I wasn’t important, I wasn’t good enough.” Kara shook her head. “It just…I don’t know. I felt worthless.”

“I know it’s not what you want to hear, but it is pretty fucking badass that Cat Grant burned off her soulmate mark and put her own name there instead. Can we just—can we agree that it deserves a Woman of the Year, Glamour Award?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Kara laughed and nodded. “I mean, who does that? Who looks in the mirror, stares at the person who is going to love them, wholly, completely, in all of the right ways, for all of their lives—” That did it, Kara lost herself to halting tears and a choke in her throat. “And says, you know what, I deserve more. I deserve everything I want. You, perfect stranger, can go fuck yourself.”

“So, this is it huh?” Lena sighed with a low, content rasp in her voice. “Me, with my dead wife trauma. You, with your unrequited soulmate—who will soon be dead wife trauma too. Which, by the way, I couldn’t be more qualified for helping there, so you made a great choice. And we’re just here, just figuring it out anyway, loving each other as it all stands?” Green eyes found Kara with a little hope.

“I think so.” Kara’s lips twitched, fidgeting side to side. “I hope so?”

“Me too.” Lena’s lips wobbled. “I wish I could give you this perfect soulmate thing. I wanted to give it to Sam, I want to give it to you, it feels difficult making sense of that sometimes like maybe I’m insulting you both because at different points I loved you both in different ways. But I want to be all the things you deserve, Kara. I’m going to go to bed tonight, with you, and feel lucky that we’re going eat breakfast together in the morning, and tomorrow?” Lena rubbed her forehead and thought about it. “We’ll just keep finding different ways to love each other, in spite of everything, day by day, steady as it comes.”

“And if…” Kara inhaled and held it. “If life brings more weird, complex situations?”

Lena smiled warmly. “Kara if you’re supposed to be with Cat then the universe will bring you and Cat together, and I’m not going to stop it, I’m not going to stand in the way. I’m just going to love you for as long as you love me, and enjoy that time, because tomorrow isn’t guaranteed for anyone—not even soulmates.”

“Bedtime?”

“Bedtime.”