#is this a mistake? we’ll find out lmao

[taegimood]

……well

i guess the seoul concert really did put me in my grave cuz i done disappeared again 🙂‍↕️ call me the boy who cried wolf atp w how many times i’ve said i’m coming back lmfao i’m sorry guys

even tho i’m obviously v late, i received some really sweet messages after my last update in may so i’ll be responding to those as well as……… drumroll……… finishing some old drafts and potentially answering some asks that i’ve received since then that are just too yummy to pass up 🫣 but don’t quote me on that y’all know how inconsistent i am

i told myself that i wouldn’t hurtle myself back down the rabbit hole of this blog but after spontaneously reading through what i’d had written so far of the prof soobin fic (…a moment of silence 😔🪦…) i’ve been itching to write again lately AND EVEN MAYBE FINISH THE FIC AHHH IDK just ask berrie she’s been witnessing my inner turmoil abt this soooo i might just fuck around and make a comeback against my better judgement 😗

take that w/ a grain of salt tho it probably won’t last long knowing me i’m also really busy w life these days so if i come back here it’ll be inconsistent for that reason too, just a warning !

i’m sad cuz back in jan/feb i had hit 1k while i was on my hiatus, so i never got to do an event or anything, and it’s been so long now so i probably won’t but still thank you guys so much for enjoying my works that much and for even still being here despite my absence!! an event will come eventually if i’m still around for 2k lol 🤧

@ my mooties be ready for me to pop up in your dms or inboxes 😳🫵🏼 i’ve probably lost all my nonnies atp but if y’all are still around come say hi kiss kiss kiss

today’s my day off so maybe expect some posts soon….. now time to go try and remember what tf my tags are 😀

[dontwanderoff]

everyone cross their fingers that my hair curls nicely when it dries after that haircut bc it was looking VERY dora the explorer pre-shower

[lanabuckybarnes]

| Dinner Distraction |

18+ Minors DNI

Dinners with Bucky’s clients can be mind numbingly boring. After trying your hardest to be good for him the lack of entertainment is getting to you, all you need is to gome with your husband but hes making it hard for you. So you play the only way you know how.

✧Pairing✧ Mafia Boss!Bucky x Wife!Reader

✧Warnings✧ alcohol consumption, Brat!Reader, Public teasing, Voyeurism (not really but to be sure), Bondage, Rope tying, Collar, Punishments, Alluding to spanking, Masturbation (M), DIrty talk, Daddy kink, Name calling, Degrading, Humilation (itty bitty), [Petnames; Dove, Angel, Whore, Brat, Baby] — I believe that is all, any more that you find please let me know so that I can add them onto this list.

✧Word Count✧ 1.5K

✧Author Note✧ The writers block has been hitting me hard so i really hope this is up to scratch because ya boy has been struggling to enjoy her own writing lmao. Also please forgive any mistakes as I have skimmed over this — I may look at it again later and fix them or I might just leave it. Who knows.

You knew you shouldn’t have, you were playing with fire. Bucky’s meals were extravagant and over the top but extremely important to his business, a long table full of men and their ladies all wishing to discuss deals and arrangements with your husband. But to you, they were like watching paint dry. You downed your third wine listening to incredibly dull trips to the Maldives or men competing passive aggressively for the title of wealthiest idiot at the table.

By the time dessert rolled around you could’ve cried due to lack of entertainment, not even Bucky’s conversation was keeping you satisfied and with no excitement seemingly on the horizon you took matters into your own hands.

“Buck” you trill into your husband’s ear, trailing manicured nails up the thickness of his thigh before he rests his veiny hand on top of it halting your path to the finishing line between his legs. The brunette turned, flashing you a soft pearly white smile and kissing your cheek, murmuring about how beautiful you looked. Just when you thought you had your man’s attention he averted his gaze back to the balding man and his much younger bride. The things money could buy

You huff, a teeny kiss wasn’t good enough. You’d have to pull out the big guns.

“Bucky” you whine in his ear, making sure your lips brushed over the shell. With a quick look at the man, he excused himself from the conversation and turned to you again.

“What is it dove?”

The sound of his deep voice rumbling out the petname sent an involuntary shiver down the length of your body.

“I’m bored”

“It won’t be too much longer Angel, then we’ll take you home alright?” He chuckles at the way you bat your eyelashes at him, your lips pushed out in a soft pout which he gladly kisses.

No, it was definitely not alright. You wanted to go home and have fun with your man now, not in an hour. With the way Gemma kept prattling on about her one hundred thousand dollar ring you were sure you wouldn’t even be cognitive enough to breathe in an hour much less do what you wanted alone with Bucky.

“But-“

His blue eyes steeled quickly, his hand squeezing yours with a looming threat,

“No buts Dove, I’m warning you.”

Bucky should’ve known you weren’t one to heed his warnings, he’d spanked your ass raw enough times for him to know that you simply did not care for his threats — in fact, you quite enjoyed the feeling of his handprint on your ass. So why would you listen to him now?

You waited until his guard was down, sipping your drink silently, pretending to listen in on another conversation while he immersed himself back in his. He didn't bat an eye when you moved your laced hands from his lap into yours, your thumb tracing over the webbing veins.

He almost choked when his fingers dipped into something wet and hot, your thighs securing around his wrist telling him all he needed to know. He stood up so quickly that his chair almost fell, startling the guests around him. His hand grabbed at your arm, slick digits pressing into it almost painfully but you only smirked. You were getting what you wanted.

“Sorry for the suddenness but my wife…” he glared over at you, the muscles in his cheek twitching sad he clenched his jaw tight, “isn’t feeling too good. My assistant will reach out to you all about our agreements and the date for our next meal.”

With a wave he commanded all of his men out of the restaurant, each suited man making their way to the blacked-out SUVs parked outside. You stumbled as he dragged you along, his hand dropping to your ass and squeezing tight.

“You are such a fucking little whore, just you wait” It should’ve been embarrassing how wet you got at his growl. The ride home was tense and silent, you remained as still as the air around you, fearing that a single movement would bring about Bucky’s wrath in the backseat of the car. Not that you would’ve minded but you liked the old driver too much to put him through something like that.

Everything blurred as the car parked outside the house, Bucky slipping out first before helping you out too. He dragged you quickly to the huge master bedroom and rummaged around the closet for a box. You gulped at its sight, it could only mean one thing.

You whine, tugging on the pretty pink rope tied expertly around your wrists and thighs, keeping them closed. The rope makes sure your wrists are tied to the length of rope around your thighs so that you can’t touch yourself or Bucky. The bell on your collar rings softly as you lurch a little closer to the man not even a foot away from you.

His legs cage you into your chair, spread wide leading up towards his leaking cock, freed from its confines and dribbling profusely over his navy slacks. He doesn’t seem to care about soiling himself though, his bored eyes bore into you, one hand rests against the side of his head while the other drums against the hardwood of the chair.

“So desperate” he tuts, chastising you for squirming around under his eyes. His thigh knocks into your knee when you move around again.

“Sit still brat. You wanted this, the second you opened that slutty mouth you were begging for it.” He chuckles darkly as you hang your head at the nickname, hiding the deep blush on your cheek and glossy, lust-filled eyes. Bucky had spent years studying you, he could read you like a book; your body may as well have been his own he knew it that well.

The brunette gripped your cheeks in a bruising vice, forcing you to look up at him with pouted lips. Your faces were so close that your nose brushed against his, whining deep in your throat bubbling forth at the minimal contact.

“You keep those fucking eyes on me, at all times. Or I’ll bring out the paddle” he warns and you whimper at the thought. A long dark leather paddle Bucky only used when you misbehaved, he knew you hated it with a passion, not because it hurt but because it didn't have the right shape — you much preferred Bucky’s handprint against your cheek than that thing.

“Aww, don't want the paddle?” He mocks, pouting his lips before laughing and pushing you back into the chair by your face. “You better behave then slut.”

He groans as his big hand wraps around his length, sucking his lip into his mouth at the little pleads and whimpers you let out when he began to jerk himself slowly, almost too slowly but he knew how much you hated it when he played with himself. Especially if you couldn’t help.

“Da-“ you mewl, slumping into your seat when the only response you receive is a sharp grunt as his hand twisted over his raging red tip.

“Fuck baby feels so good. Wish it was your hand — mmm yeah. But bad girls don't get what they want, do they? And I know you fucking want this.” He continued cursing and moaning. His hips thrust up to meet his hand, his eyes squeezing shut and his head lulling back.

“You soaking that fucking chair angel hm? Bet you are, don't even try shaking that head — not that you could — you’re too busy drooling for daddy’s cock ain’t you?” He smiles wickedly at the soft slurping sound you made when you realised you were actually drooling for him.

“Daddy need you please, I’m sorry for teasing you but I was so bored and horny. Needed you so bad…please” you beg, your eyes wide and tits jumping as you bounced in desperation on the chair. Bucky had never met a bigger cock slut, your whimpering and begging shooting straight to his balls, sending him over the edge.

“Ohh shit, fuckfuckfuckfuck” he continued to fist his cock as white-hot pleasure seeped into his veins and out his dick, spurting all over his hand. You sob, mouth opened instinctively but you couldn’t taste it. That’s what you got for being a bad girl.

Bucky wasted no time, standing and making his way to the bathroom. When he returned he was completely clean, save for the stain on his slacks. You wanted to cry at all the cum he wasted when you could’ve had it. Your husband's hand settled on the top of your head, his worst soft and almost intelligible as he cooed his praises.

“There we go angel you did so good” you preen at his sweet nothings, nuzzling your head into him. “But daddy’s still gotta teach you a lesson okay?” With a swift tug, the ropes fell from around your wrists and thighs. He gave you a little minute to rub any pain from them before ordering you around again.

“Turn around, hands on the back of the chair and stick that pretty little ass out for me” he spoke, grunting at the sight of you sitting all obediently, one of his hands spread your cheek wide, giving him the perfect view of your creamy folds.

“Such a horny little baby. That’s alright Daddy will help soon.”

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[niki-phoria]

降り注ぐ光は / 願い込めた shooting star

pairing: zhang hao x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 564

notes: spent so long finding an icon for this header lmao, if anyone has any kdrama/cdrama recs pls let me know i am starved for ideas and shows to watch, this is not proofread !! please forgive any mistakes <33, title from &TEAM - FIREWORK

ZHANG HAO looks the most handsome when he’s all dressed up. hair meticulously styled to frame his features; a fitted suit wrapped perfectly around his frame; the soft, inviting smile that always seems to put your nerves at ease. 

beneath the golden hue of your bathroom lights, you dance around each other in front of the sink. hao smiles softly. his hands feel soft when they take yours into his own, unconsciously intertwining your fingers together. the faint smell of cologne lingers against his skin; he smells of vanilla and citrus. he smells like summer. he smells like home.

butterflies race throughout your stomach when he gently tugs your hand upwards before pressing a series of fleeting kisses against your knuckles. hao’s lips just barely ghost against your skin - so faint that you almost miss the feeling entirely. 

you quietly chuckle, relenting enough to take a step closer. you can feel hao’s satisfied smile against the palm of your hand. his fingertips dance against your skin. “you look incredible,” he murmurs. 

“you don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” the compliment makes heat rise to hao’s cheeks, staining his skin an embarrassing shade of light pink. the sight makes you smile a little brighter. 

hao leans in, resting his chin against the curve of your shoulder. his hands ghost against your waist, fingertips toying with the fabric of your clothing. “hao,” you whine but wrap your arms around his neck nonetheless. your fingertips brush against his shoulder blades, careful not to wrinkle the freshly ironed fabric. “if we don’t leave now, we’ll never make it there.”

“then let’s just stay home,” he whispers. his voice sends shivers down your spine from the proximity. hao’s hands slip to rest comfortably against your hips as he leans his head into the crook of your neck. you squirm at the feeling of feather-light kisses being pressed against your bare skin.

your breath hitches in your throat when hao pulls away just enough to cup your face in his hands. his fingertips trail along the edge of your jawline; his gaze flickers from meeting yours down to your lips. your eyes flutter closed almost unconsciously. 

hao’s lips are soft when they finally meet yours. you can vaguely taste his strawberry chapstick he had applied only minutes prior. your bodies move together in tandem - as if you were made for each other. your arms snake around his shoulders, carefully carding through the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck. your touch makes goosebumps arise against his skin and the flush on his face darken. 

“do we really have to go?” he asks when you finally pull away. hao’s nose brushes against yours, making you laugh. his hands reach up to cup your face. his thumbs gently stroke against your cheeks. “we can just stay home.”

taking one of hao’s hands into your own, you caress his knuckles with your fingertips. his skin is soft; the skin of his palms is calloused from years of meticulous violin practice. 

“one hour,” you say, turning to press a chaste kiss against his cheek. a light flush spreads across hao’s cheeks, just barely covered by the thin layer of foundation coating his smooth skin. twisting around to face him, your fingers trail against the freshly ironed fabric of his suit. “we’ll walk around for one hour. and then i’m all yours.” 

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[lyrakanefanatic]

Thoughts that I wanted to share about the brothers Hawthorne/ the grandest game bc I don’t wanna make a million posts about each one 💀

1: Phone girls dad literally shot himself ON. HER. BIRTHDAY. 😭😭

2: Skye Hawthorne MIGHT be in the grandest game, because when Avery got bombed and Ricky and skye got arrested for it, they found out that it actually wasn’t them which means they prob got out of jail (maybe not Ricky but probably skye) and she might be controlling one of the players

3: WE’LL PROBABLY GET TO SEE A SUNSHINE X GRUMPY TROPE!! (Mathias and Gigi)

4: we’ll see which 7 contestants avery will pick for the game!! (While I was writing that instead of contestants I accidentally put tributes 💀)

5: we might learn more about Toby’s backstory (or just the Hawthorne backstories in general, like Zara’s, nans or Alice’s)

6: speaking of Alice, SOMEHOW THAT OLD GRANDMAS GOING TO BE ALIVE

7: this isn’t really a prediction but more just like a possible hint for the grandest game, but when grayson tells his brothers about the riddle “what begins a bet? Not that”, Jameson says this

He says “what’s the opposite of a handshake?” And I found a picture online that shows multiple different options of what could be the opposite of a handshake

Basically most of the words on there kind of show “misinterpretation” or just different words for some sort of mistake, so would that mean that the “beef” (im just gonna call it that bc I don’t rlly know what went down) between tobias and thomas thomas was maybe accidental?? Or maybe they got into a disagreement that ended in thomas ending his life? All the book really shows is that one paragraph (that I highlighted in green) that talks about what Jameson thought of the riddle, and then Jameson was talking to Avery about the game (probs bc jlb didn’t wanna drop too many hints lmao) And then if you add it in with the “abet” theory ⬇️

It said that one of the opposites of a handshake were “refusal” and “disagreement”, so what if tobias had wanted thomas to aid one of his crimes and thomas refused, and maybe tobias gave him an ultimatum which is why he shot himself?? It’s so confusing bc what would tobias even do that was so horrible that thomas had to shoot himself, I really don’t know. but if anyone has some theory’s on this pls lmk! 🫶

8: holy guacamole 7 was a long one, but anyway i feel like there are definitely more hints on the grandest game in the brothers Hawthorne then there were in the final gambit, even though in (i think tig is the one that clue was from?) the inheritance games “special” edition bc idk what their called it said “hints in the final gambit”. (although one loose end from tig was David Golding, and @riddles-n-games had a good theory about that) But i read the final gambit entirely and didn’t find a single clue other than David, so that’s kinda weird (unless somebody else found something else they found interesting in that book?)

9: Eve might also be behind one of the players, or just trying to get involved with the game so she could get the cash prize or whatever else it is that that psycho needs 🙄

10: we’ll (most likely, bc I’m 99.9% sure that she’ll be in tgg) see what phone girl looks like and see which one of us were right 😜

11: kinda random but i will bet a whole 5 dollars that phone girls name is either gonna be flower related, or just straight up be lily. Or maybe both, but just think of how ironic that would be (there are calla lilys all over the cover of tgg… 🤷‍♀️)

12: LIBBY NASH WEDDING!!! 🤭🤭🤭💗

13: so off topic but WHERE DO GRAYSON AND JAMESON GET THEIR MONEY FROM??? like I’m sure jameson probably gets some cash from his billionaire girlfriend, but what about grayson?? he says in tbh that he’s “buried in work” but what kind of work does he do?? and who does he work for?? 🤨

14: Okay this is gonna be the last one bc i need to shut up, but does anybody have an idea on what some things in the grandest game cover might symbolize? we know about the lilys and the opal rings, but other than that i CANT seem to figure out anything else on there 😭😭

and okay that’s all thank you for coming to my ted talk 🫶😊🙌

[itsohh]

Electra Heart Part 2

A/N: Female reader, I actually really enjoyed writing this dynamic even though I never really did dive into the reader being a popstar too much so I might do something more focused on that element in the future if theres intrest. Dunno, I'm just glad this didn't die in the wip graveyard lmao.

Summary: After a successful date with your long term friend Johnny things go rather well you finally decide to follow your heart without a care for your popstar image.

Word count: 5082

Warnings: Smut

Part 1 AO3

The next day after your date with Johnny, you found yourself at the studio as everyone talked about the demo you had submitted. “It's upbeat, it's fun, it's a song you get down to at the club. I think it should be the single of the album.” Mike, one of your producers argued. 

“It's a love song. It's off her brand, her brand is breaking hearts- ruining lives. Not this.” Katie, your manager bickered back. 

“No it's supposed to be a commentary of the modern age-

Meanwhile, you ignored them. Your focus was on your phone. Johnny's glasses decorated your face and hid your eyeline from everyone in the room. In your hand was your phone, just at the perfect angle to see under the glasses. Eyes on your phone you recorded yourself as they argued next to you- the volume muted. 

Going to work was a mistake 

You zoned out of the conversation as you received a reply from Johnny. His snap was a picture of him at his mansion. Without his shirt, you could see the sweat that covered his chest muscles. A pair of glasses covered his eyes as he flexed in the photo. 

Damn and I thought I looked good in them

Another snap came through of a slightly adjusted photo.

free 2nite?

Johnny, we literally went out yesterday 

what can I say? Can’t get enough of u

Next Tuesday I'm free

that's like five days away :(((

You’re a big boy, you can wait

lunch then? bring swimwear 

or don't ;))

=⁠_⁠=

you weren’t giving me that look last night

need a ride?

Nah I'll find my own way there

u sure? can drop you off again if u like?

We’ll see 

“Gale!” The sound of your stage name snapped you out of your thoughts and your eyes were met with the look of everyone else in the room. 

“Huh?”

“Are you listening?” Katie asked annoyed. You blinked and bit your tongue. 

“I don't know why we're are arguing over this, the album isn't even done.” Jacob, a man who rarely spoke up, raised his voice. 

“Because this is against her entire image if we-”

“Katie who cares?” Jacob leaned forward. “Artists change their vibe all the time. So she's fallen in love? It's not like we can't work with that.”

Something ran across Katie's eyes and she turned to face you. “Who is it? We can-”

“No no no no.” You immediately waved your hands. “There will be no publicity stunt. No tabloids no nothing. This one's private.”

You gave her a stare as you put your foot down, something you didn't do too often. 

“If you do go public with this you need to tell me first. Or if someone catches you.”

“Alright.”

-

Before you could even knock twice the front door to Johnny's mansion swung open and he picked you up in his arms. 

“There's my girl!” He swung you around in a circle before he placed you back on the ground again. 

“Your girl?” You laughed. 

“My girl.” He confirmed and a moment later his lips were on yours. Johnny pushed the door closed with one hand. His body pressed against yours and your back made contact with the now closed door. Sandwiched between him and the door, you hung your wrists around his neck and enjoyed the ride. 

“...Being waiting to do that all week.” He breathed when he parted, his forehead pressed against yours. 

“Yeah? Then why did you stop?” 

Something clicked inside of Johnny and he was upon you again. His hand found the joints on the back of your knees and picked you up with ease. Instictly you wrapped your legs around his waist and he carried the pair of you over to his lush sofa. 

The caps of your knees met the sofa as he at down on it. His hand settled on your ass where he gently kneaded it and encouraged you to grind against him. One hand tangled in his hair, you ran your nails through it and grabbed a chunk. 

His lips separated from yours only to assault your kneck and trail down to your chest where the open cut of your shirt exposed. “So fucking hot.” He mumbled against your skin. 

Then a ring of the phone happened. 

But this time, it wasn't your phone. 

“Johnny, your phone.” You mumbled.

In response, he growled against your skin and continued to assault your lips with his. 

“Ignore it. It’ll stop.”

He was right, it did after a few rings. Then it started again. You pulled back and stepped off his lap which caused him to let out a whine. 

Johnny snatched his phone off his liquor table and pressed it against his phone. “Cage here.” His eyes watched as you approached his swimming pool and nearly dropped his phone when you started to take off your clothes. 

Johnny watched with great obvious interest as you stripped down to reveal your high-waisted bikini underneath. 

“Uh-huh.” You were at least fifty percent sure he wasn't listening to his phone. There was a decently sized charcuterie board on a small mobile table near the pool. It was filled with different, cheeses, meat, fruit and crackers. 

You picked a couple of grapes from the bunch and popped one in your mouth. Johnny watched as you approached him and pressed the grape to his mouth. His lips accepted it without hesitation and you could feel the slight touch of his soft lips against your fingertips. 

“Hey look, I'm actually in the middle of something. I’ll have to call you back or just email me alright? Yeah okay. Bye.” He tossed the phone over his shoulder onto the couch and attempted to snatch at your waist but you skipped out of grasp. 

A squeal left your lips as he chased after you until you jumped directly into the pool as an escape. When you surfaced and turned to face Johnny, he crouched at the edge of the pool. 

“This shirt can not get wet but damn is it tempting to ruin it right now.” 

You swam up to him in the guise that you were going to kiss him but last second you snatched his glasses once again and pushed off the pool wall with your foot. 

Johnny watched as you placed them on your face and grinned at him. He stood up from his crouched position and pointed a finger at you. “In about three to four minutes from now, your dead.”

“Whatever you say Johnny!” You sang back. 

He disappeared from view and you snuck out of the pool to go back to feasting off the charcuterie board. A couple of minutes later the hair on your shoulders stood up and you turned to see Johnny at the top of his stairs. No longer was he in a dress shirt and pants but in a rather small and tight pair of swim shorts. 

Cage stalked his way over to you rather casually but as he got close there was violence in his eyes and he went to grab you. Like a caught deer, you scrambled to jump back in the pool but this time he followed you in. 

It shouldn't have surprised you but he was an extremely strong swimmer and managed to catch you by the waist with ease. You squealed and laughed as he pulled you by the waist. 

“You have something of mine.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Your head rolled over his shoulder and grinned in his glasses. 

He raised his brows up as if to say ‘really?’ but grinned regardless. The pair of you stayed like that for a moment, just looking at each other. Then you saw it, that look in his eyes. Always hidden but now revealed, not desire but care. Johnny looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. 

The smile on your face dropped and you slowly turned around to face him. Johnny's grip loosened so you could move and you hung your arms around his neck once again. 

“I swear I can't think I'm around you,”  Johnny said. 

“Really? You hide it well.”

“Gods yes. That time at the academy? I swear I felt like I was at high school again.”

“Johnny you slept through half of the lessons.”

“Dreaming of you babe.”

“Johnny.” You rolled your eyes. One hand left your waist and came out of the water to reach for the glasses. A sudden gasp left your lips and you pushed off Johnny back into the water to escape. When you looked over your shoulder Johnny was on his way towards you, watering flying everywhere as he did so. 

You found the ladder at the side of the pool and quickly climbed out. Water dripped off your body but you didn't get too far before you felt his hand grab at you. Yet, he failed and only managed to get a grasp on the back of your bikini. As you continued to move forward, it pulled the bikini and in doing so it came undone. 

“Johnny!” You hissed and spun around to face him, your hands on your chest to keep yourself decent. 

For once, a red dusting covered his cheeks and he immediately put his hands over his eyes. “Oh fuck I’m so sorry. I swear I didn't mean to.” 

A second passed and you watched him. Despite his obvious horniness for you 24/7 he still cared. His head tilted to the sky so he couldn’t possibly see, his palms were most certainly in the way.  Your heart hammered instead of your chest and you swallowed. Instead of doing it back up, you took a couple of silent steps towards him. You dropped the bikini top in your hands and let it fall to the ground. “Johnny…” You reached up and grabbed his wrist then slowly pulled it down. 

His eyes were squeezed shut and he peaked open one testinly. It went from your face down to your exposed chest. Johnny pressed his lips together and looked away from you for a second as he obviously restrained himself. 

“You can look.”

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Both eyes opened as he drank up your form.

“Ohmyfuckinggod may I touch?”

“Mhmm.”

The second you gave confirmation he bent his knees and picked you up by the waist. Up in the air, he aligned your chest with his mouth as he latched on. Your legs wrapped around his waist automatically as Johnny sucked on one breast and felt up the other. 

He rolled your nipple between his fingers as he carried you over to his sofa, not a care in the world for the water that was sure to cover it. “John-ny.” Your whine turned into a long moan. Now that you were on his lap he could use one hand to palm your ass where he encouraged you to grind against him. 

The swimwear that separated the pair of you did little to create a barrier and you could soon feel the sheer size of him that hardened against you. Mentally you made a note that he seemed to really enjoy your movements.

One of your hands leaned on the sofa while the other buried in Johnny's hair and kept him pulled against your chest, not that he needed to be held there. There was a pop as he detached from your breast and then made a large lick on the other one before he swapped sides. 

Johnny hummed against you and his hips started to rock up to add more friction between your legs. “I've wanted you the second I saw you.” He briefing spoke against your skin and continued, his big brown eyes looking up at you. 

“You want every woman that you see.”

“What can I say? There's a lot of beautiful women out there. But you're the one I wanted to keep.” 

Johnny detached his lips from your nipple and placed a kiss between your breasts in your cleavage. “You’re smart.” Kiss. “And fun.” Kiss. “And pretty.” Kiss. “And can kick some serious ass.” Kiss. “I’d be a fool to let you slip between my fingers.” This time instead of kissing your chest, he pulled you down by the jaw and planted his lips against yours. A messy and open mouth kiss that was full tongue. One caused your cunt to drench further. 

“Think you can take me baby?” His eyes trailed your jaw to your lips

“Only one way to find out.”

“Fuck.” He moaned at that thought as his eyes shut for a moment and he swallowed. “That's the attitude.” 

He allowed you to press up from him and separate the pair of you. The distance was just enough to give him room to fish his rock-hard cock from his shorts. The hand that had been him his hair drifted down and you pushed your bikini bottom to one side. Your cunt glistened for him, covered in your arousal. Johnny started to rub the tip of his head between your soaked folds and you watched the way his eyelids fluttered. 

“Fuck.” He moaned again and he drew out the end of the word

Just as he held it between your folds for a little longer and you used the opportunity to slide down on it. Johnny let out a lot of hiss of delight. “Oh, you're going to be the death of me. So tight.” He whined as he slouched slightly on the sofa. Your hands found his shoulders and your nails dug in slightly while you anchored yourself. 

“Your…. Like…Really big.” You panted. Johnny blinked a couple of times as the pain of you slowly adjusted to the feeling.

“No need to tell me.” He winked and placed both palms over your ass. Johnny didn't try and get you to move though, he was content in allowing you to pick the pace. 

As you steadied yourself you couldn't help but be almost overwhelmed by him. Sure you had taken dick before, real or not. But this time, he was so deep inside you could swear you could feel him in his chest. His thick cock had you so pleasantly stretched that he had quite literally stuffed your entire hole. 

Then his phone started to ring. Johnny's head snapped forward and snatched the phone that vibrated next to you. He promptly threw it across the room and it fell into the pool with a satisfying ‘plop’. The sound was cut off as it quickly sunk to the bottom of it. 

“Where were we?” He looked up and down your bare form. “Oh yeah, that's right.” Johnny's lips connected with yours again and slowly you started to roll your hips against him. Just the smallest of movements sent electricity throughout your entire body.

“Please.” Your voice was strained but he wasn't one to make you beg. Johnny started to lift you with your bounces, making it easier for you while he thrust up. 

Johnny's palm cupped your cunt and his thumb found your clit at expert speed. When he grazed it, you flinched up and his smirk grew. He gave you that one look before he started to circle your clit to the same rhythm of your movements. 

It was a different type of pleasure that started to build inside you and soon you were squirming on his cock while he kept control. Mentally you made sure to get him back but then that thought faded to the back of your mind as your body continued to tense up. “Mmm so nice and tight for me. Yeah? Come on baby, lemme see you cum on my cock.” 

His voice, the purr of his voice had you squeeze down on him as the thread inside of you snapped and a wave of pleasure took your body by storm. Your heartbeat raced in your ears and your nails broke through the skin on his shoulder. Yet, Johnny didn't care. He continued to praise you through your high. 

“That's it, oh fuck yes, you’re doing so well. Let it out baby, I got you. I got you.” For a moment his babbles were silenced as you were taken away for what felt like an hour but in reality was only for a few seconds. 

Energy spent, you slumped forward into Johnny's waiting arms. “Tired you out huh?” He chuckled and picked you up with his cock still inside. You didn't bother to look where he was taking you, simply burried your face into his shoulder. 

“Just gimmie a few minutes.” You mumbled into him.

He laughed and kissed the side of your head. “Take your time. I'll be here all day and all night.”

-

The next morning you were woken up by the sound of a loud thumping and it wasn't in your head. When you opened your eyes and blinked you found yourself in an unfamiliar room and it took you a couple of seconds to recover your memories. 

The rush of resting in Johnny's bed cuddled up to him came to your mind. Then the memory of you getting a little handy. Then him getting handsy, then him fucking you. Against the bed, in the shower, in the bed again, the shower again and finally him taking you to the bed where properly went to sleep. 

Sheets barely covered the pair of you and pillows were all over the place in his massive bedroom. Your bikini bottoms nowhere to be seen. The open bedroom door did little to mitigate the continued thumping.  You looked over to see Johnny was on his front fast asleep. You lightly shook him but he just rolled over some more into an even deeper sleep. 

With a roll of your eyes, you slipped out of his bed and grabbed his dressing gown that was hung up on the back of his door. It was a white silk piece with golden embroidery of his name on the back. The bright light that streamed through the windows when you left the room had you pause. You backed into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of his sunglasses. How many copies he had of the same pair, you didn't know. 

The pounding continued again and you slowly made your way downstairs until you got to the front door. With a yawn, you opened it. “Cage reside-” Your sentence was interrupted as you stared at the person at the door. And they stared at you. 

The pair of you both said each other's name in surprise and you let him into the house. Now wide awake you yelled Johnny's name and kicked your clothes to the side as Kenshi walked in after you. “So you and Johnny huh? Should have seen that one coming.” He didn't seem too upset by the matter. Kenshi seemed more amused than anything. 

“Yeah.”

“How long has that been a thing?”

“Maybe a week?”

“Yeah I'm up, you could have woken me a different-” Johnny started to speak and you interrupted him. 

“Kenshi’s here.” 

“Johnny.” Kenshi greeted.

That seemed to wake Johnny up. “Oh shit, hey man.”

“You forgot again, didn't you? I tried to call you yesterday but you didn't pick up.” 

Cage looked towards the pool where his phone still was. “Yeah, it had a water accident.” It was waterproof, of course, but Kenshi didn't need to know that. 

“Right.”

“I thought you weren't coming till noon though.”

“It is noon.” 

“It's what?” You gasped out in horrible and started to rush for your clothes. “Oh fuck my managers going to be pissed.” You found your phone in your pocket to see the right missed calls. Neither of the men were able to say anything to you as you continued to head into Johnny's room to get dressed. You were without your missing bikini top and bottoms but you made do. 

“It was great seeing you both again but I have to go bye!” Is all you said as you practically ran out the front door.

-

It wasn't that you didn't want to reply to Johnny's texts, it was the fact that you were just a bit late that threw everyone off schedule. The mouthful from your manager was an annoyance at best before you were shoved into makeup and costume. 

Like always, you gave the concert your all but you couldn't help but feel a little distracted at times thinking of the ghost touches left by Johnny. Thankfully you had the lyric prompter in front of you. 

It wasn't until an hour later after the concert at the end of the day did you finally settled down. At least it had only been in Vegas and not an international concert. 

There were a few snaps of Kenshi and Johnny sent to you when you finally opened up your phone after your shower. 

miss u already 

home isn't the same without u

how u feeling? surprised u can still walk ;))

The first message had been sent about an hour after you left and the other about three hours later. 

Sorry, I was late for work and then got swept up. I'm good. You’re going to have to try harder than that to stop me from walking, kombat’s built up my stamina 

His reply was pretty quick. 

guess I will have to try again

also had to get a new phone turns out waterproof phones have a time limit

who knew???

You rolled your eyes 

Who would have thought leaving your phone in a pool all night would kill it?

…

He rewrote his sentence a couple of times before the next message came through.

worth it 

Your eyes went to his glasses which you had stolen, the second pair, that lay on the hotel room dresser. An idea formed in your head when you glanced at the large mirror that ran parallel to the bed. You pealed away the towel you sat in. 

Next, you removed the towel around your head and threw them both in the hamper. Completely naked, you picked up the glasses and placed them at the end of your nose so your eyes were still visible. 

You got on the end of the bed and sat on your knees, your feet aimed outwards on an angle. It wasn't a very comfortable position but you only stayed there long enough to take a photo in the mirror. 

I have to confess, I’m sorry, I stole another pair

The response was immediate

keep them

Then came the barrage of texts. 

where r u rn?

can I come over?

babe that's so hot

have that framed on my wall if I could

so hard thinking of you

Sorry, Johnny, I'm out of town for the night.

;-; 

What about Kenshi?

kenshi was only over for a few hours

he has special agent shit he needs to do

Rip

gotta ask sweetheart why are you all dolled up? still got makeup on your face

Had a work thing, just got out of the shower

mmm I love taking showers with you 

wish I was there

Next time Cage

Also after tomorrow I'll be out of town for a while

how long?

About a month

A MONTH? 

u didn't let me say goodbye:((

Then what was yesterday?

me saying hello

Uh-huh anyway it's for work so you’re gonna have to toughen it up

maybe I should come join you ;)

Don't you have a movie to direct?

yeah (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Promise I'll stay in touch okay? Now off to bed big guy

goodnight &lt;3

Goodnight Johnny 

-

A month later Johnny received a text from you stating you were finally back from your work trip. Exhausted though and bed was your first objective. The next morning he was on the phone with you.

“I still can’t believe you recorded that.” Your voice huffed over the phone. 

“What can I say? I'm a born director.”

“I ate mad ass in that fight, Johnny.”

“Come on, you weren't that bad.”

“I was! I feel like you have an inflated opinion of- ah hold on one moment someone's at the fucking door.” Your tired voice turned into a hiss of annoyance. 

Despite the muffled sound that came from the phone, Johnny could hear rather easily. 

“Um hello, can I help you?”

“Nightingale?” The voice was deep and Johnny stayed completely silent, dedicated to listening. 

“Ah, another one. How many times do I need to tell you that the leak is incorrect? There's no Nightingale here.”

“We both know that isn't true.”

“Excuse me, you need to back the fuck away from the door. I will defend myself- Get the fuck away from me!” There was the smallest sound of what he presumed was a struggle and the line went dead. Alarm bells went off in Johnny's head and he scrambled to his feet. 

When he arrived at the apartment he pounded on the door. But instead of you, he was met with a rather short blue-haired woman. She yawned as she opened the door and he immediately said your name. 

“She's not here. She just finished her tour dude, I know you guys just started dating but she hates visitors just after a tour.” 

Johnny stared at Lisa blankly. 

“She doesn't live here?” 

Lisa’s brows shot up and she shook her head. 

“No way.”

“Where is she? I think she's in danger.” Johnny's voice was quiet, serious for once. Lisa’s lips parted and she nodded. 

“I can direct you, let me grab my shoes.”

-

Johnny drove fast normally but at the thought of something happening to you? It was like he was on a track, like a madman. Lisa surprisingly didn't seem to mind and was quick to direct him expertly. 

She helped him find the mansion. It was massive in the worst of ways. It seemed half of it wasn't in use, curtains covered all the windows. Large high walls surrounded the place like a prison and only when Lisa told him the code was his car allowed him. 

“Stay here.” He commanded and Lisa gave him wide eyes but nodded, his martial skills were no secret. 

Johnny was careful in his approach when he was your busted door, a dead chain on the ground. Your house was a palace. While his house was modern and personalised, yours seemed rather generic and didn't show much of your personality at all. What was alarming was the amount of broken things on your floor. Then blood. There was a decent amount of blood spatters that now stained the once-perfect marble floor.

His keen ears managed to hear something and he crept up the stairs. There was a loud sound and he narrowed dodged the metal object that flew at him. Johnny's eyes went to the Grammy which flew past him and down the stairs. “I told you guys to fuck off- Johnny?” 

When his head turned he was met with you. Your hair was frankly a mess. A massive change from your usual self, you wore sweatpants and a cropped singlet. There was no hesitation before you flew into his arms and buried your face into his shoulder. 

“What happened?” 

“There was this group of men. I don't know who they were but I gave them a piece of my mind.”

“I've got Lisa in the car- let's get out of here.”

You didn't try to argue, instead you nodded and allowed Johnny to walk you out. 

“Where are they?” He asked. 

“I don't know, there were only about five and I think they took off when they realised I wasn't going quietly. There are security cameras in the house, I have a friend at a security company. They can figure it out, the cops won’t do shite.” A sigh left your mouth. “Fuck I knew I should have moved the second my address got doxxed. Fucking hate this house anyway.” You mumbled. 

“Why didn't you move?”

“Honestly? I hate moving, I have so much shit that I don’t care about, clothes I don't care for. And in the end? All houses in LA are the same. Big and empty, all too lonely.” 

Johnny stopped abruptly and turned to face you, his hand planted on both sides of our face so all you could do was look at him. “Live with me then.”

“What?”

“Live with me. You don’t even need to bring your stuff, we buy you new clothes. I’ll buy you anything you want. The bed feels better with you in it anyway.”

“Johnny… we only just started dating…”

“Who cares? We know each other.” His hand directed between the pair of you. “We know each other. Worst comes to worst it gives you somewhere to stay while you look for somewhere else.”

“Okay.” You nodded and he pulled your head in where he placed a kiss on your forehead. The pair of you reached his car and you got in the back seat. 

“So… was that a Grammy you threw at me?”

-

Johnny's house really started to feel like home as he helped you get comfortable. Originally you had refused his offer to buy new clothing but when you thought about the overwhelming closet had, you reconsidered. In the end, you had agreed to let him shop for you so long as he used your card. 

“I can't believe you never told me you were an international pop star.” His finger made a small gesture for you to turn so he could see the entire outfit. Normally you weren’t one for clothes shopping but Johnny really made it fun.

“It never came up.” 

“Does Liu Kang know?” He nodded while he ate up the sight of you.

“Yeah, all our friends know.” 

Johnny gasped at you, offended. 

“Why didn't you ever tell me?!”

A sigh left your lips and you turned off your phone that was in your hands and placed it on the coffee table in front of you. 

“To be honest I hid it from you.”

“But why?” He whined. 

“Because all my relationships have been PR stunts I didn't want it to be that I didn't want you to like the performance version of myself. I wanted you to love me for me. Just me.”

Silence filled the air as Johnny proceeded what you were saying. “You want me to love you?” 

“I do.”

He leaned in close to you, his lips almost touched yours. “Good, because I do. I have, for a long time.” They connected with yours. 

[bellaveux]

I've read other stories where R always forgives nat and it's so hard cause ik I could never😭😭 I usually just say no don't let them back together, but that's me. Not every story has to end happy.

in most instances, i totally agree with this 😭 but it’s natasha AHHH and just because it’s natasha, i’m struggling with the ending a little bit.

i’m sort of leaning towards making the ending a bit ambiguous maybe, or writing the plot as something very fragile and complicated—like making natasha’s act of “cheating” something more of a one mistake that happened during a time of struggle, but also something that isn’t entirely a full betrayal. i always see cheating as something very hard to look over, especially when it’s the kind that you blatantly do behind your partner’s back, the kind where they know that it’s wrong but keeps doing it anyway, the kind where they truly don’t love their partner. that shit is unforgivable, i feel like.

but when it’s two people who really do love and care foreach other, two people who obviously aren’t perfect and have feelings that are hard to understand and articulate, i feel like forgiveness could be less about absolving the betrayal and more about acknowledging their struggles and misunderstandings with each other.

(IDK i guess we’ll find out 😭 i’m also really bad at making sad endings even lmao)

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

OC Love Quiz

Thanks for the tags, @darkurgetrash and @sav-not-tav - I tag @barbwillbrb @purpleasters-inseptember and @ladyofcrowsandcoffee :) The link to the quiz is here!

I did this for Catrin, and if you’re reading Planar Tears right now it probably seems like it doesn’t make sense, given that she’s fighting with her feelings for Rolan. But… I think that although her feelings are more dramatic than this, she does perceive love to be a thing you do, a choice to be with someone over and over, and once she acknowledges that’s a choice she wants to make, well, we’ll see.

Or… maybe it’s not that fitting, but hey. I filled in the quiz lmao. Out of my hands.

Love As a Choice

You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love.

When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher.

Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

[kristinamae093]

I found the incorrect quotes generator and I had to share a few, because there are some GEMS in here, lmao! 🤣😬👉👉

And I'd like to take the opportunity to wish everyone a Happy New Year! Wishing you blessings and lots of good fortune in 2024!

(There's a few F bombs and light innuendo)

*Kyla teaching Constantine to drive and taking Liam along for the ride*

Kyla: That's a pothole. To the left!

Constantine: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole*

Liam, sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth.

Constantine: I don't think that's how the song goes.

Kyla, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home.

Constantine: Country Roads.

Liam: To the place.

Constantine and Liam in unison: I Belong!

Kyla, crying harder: What the fuck?

----------

Constantine, waking up after a nap: I had a bad dream.

Kyla: What was it about?

Liam: No, don’t ask that!

Kyla: Why not?

Liam: Cause he’ll answer!

----------

*Liam and Kyla flirting with each other yet again*

Constantine: And you two are sure you're not dating?

Liam: 100%.

Kyla: Of course not! Why would you think that?

Constantine: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, Kyla. I wonder.

----------

Constantine, texting group chat: What flavour of ice cream do you guys want?

Kyla: Moose Tracks is good!

Liam: What the fuck is that!?

Kyla: *Gasp* How dare you insult moo-

Liam: No. No no not that. What the hell. Why do you spell flavor like flavour. It’s like you have flavor but then this guy shows up and is like “Oui Oui Would you like chocolate flaVOUR or vanilla flaVOUR.

Constantine and Kyla: what?

Liam: I don’t get it why add the EXTRA u when it’s PERFECTLY FINE AS IT IS!?

Constantine: You done now?

Liam: Yeah ok.

Constantine and Kyla: ...

Liam: ...Can I have the Mint Chocolate chip flavour?

----------

Kyla: We need a distraction.

Liam: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Constantine, whispering: My time has come.

----------

Kyla: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

Constantine: Self-care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. Self-care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. Self-care is the fear in your enemy's eyes.

Liam: Self-care is stealing someone's birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Constantine: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

----------

Constantine: Ladies, gentlemen and Kyla, I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld!

Liam: A llama?

Constantine : No.

Liam: A baby llama?

Constantine : No!

Liam: A baby llama with a little hat on?

Constantine : NO!

----------

Kyla: *sucking on a popsicle*

Constantine: Pfft, you practicing for when Liam gets here?

Kyla: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle*

Constantine: *Concern*

----------

Kyla: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake.

Constantine: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for Liam.

Kyla, pointing their hot glue gun towards Constantine: You’re on thin fucking ice.

----------

Constantine: My bad, It’s a knee jerk response.

Liam, holding Kyla's unconscious body: WHOSE KNEE JERK RESPONSE IS TO START THROWING BRICKS AT SOMEONE???

----------

Constantine: Hold on! I’m having one of those things... a headache with pictures.

Liam: What the fuck?

Kyla: He's having an idea.

----------

Kyla: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Constantine: They do.

Liam: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

----------

Liam: If I say I love you, will you say it back?

Kyla: Yes.

Liam: I love you.

Kyla: It back.

*Later*

Constantine: Why is Liam crying face-down on the floor?

----------

Kyla: What time is it?

Constantine: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out

Constantine: *BLASTS the saxaphone*

Liam: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING

Constantine: It’s 2 am

----------

Constantine: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single?

Liam: Do not do that.

Constantine: You won’t even notice!

Kyla, entering: Constantine, you wanted to see me again?

Constantine: Liam's single

Liam:

----------

Liam: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Kyla: Bet you I can!

Constantine: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

----------

Kyla: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one.

Liam: Erm... it’s nice see your smile when you win!

*later*

Kyla: He's probably just staring at my ass, isn't he?

Constantine: Yeah, probably.

----------

Constantine: That shirt looks great, Kyla.

Kyla: Thanks.

Constantine: But I bet it would look even better on Liam's floor.

Liam: Are you hitting on Kyla... for me?

----------

Constantine: Everyone, calm down! We're grown-ups, let's deal with this like adults!

Liam: So, we're just going to wing it and hope for the best?

Constantine: Obviously. Now, Kyla, pass the shovel.

----------

Kyla: *kisses Liam*

Liam: !

Kyla: ...Did you steal my chapstick?

Liam: Did- did I what?

Kyla: My chapstick, Liam. Did you steal it?

Constantine: Kyla, for the love of God, not this again.

Liam: I- No, I didn't steal your chapstick. We use the same chapstick.

Kyla: No, there is absolutely no way we use the same chapstick, because it was only sold on one Etsy shop two years ago and they discontinued it, and I loved it so much that I bought the last of their stock, and I keep it in my freezer so it doesn't go bad. It's been discontinued for three years. No one uses the same chapstick for three years. So unless you've been eating a whole fuck ton of something that's flavored like chocolate and popcorn, you absolutely stole my fucking chapstick.

Liam: Chocolate and popcorn?

Constantine: Why do you think it got discontinued?

----------

Kyla, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Constantine: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Constantine: Here you go.

Kyla:

Constantine:

Liam: Why am I here?

----------

Constantine, excitedly: Heeyy!!

Kyla: Hey, someone's excited.

Liam, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.

----------

Constantine: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Liam: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Kyla walks in*

Liam: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

----------

I hope at least one of these made you smile 🙃.

@ao719 @queenrileyrose @angelasscribbles @tessa-liam @kingliam2019 @differenttyphoonwerewolf

@bascmve01 @busywoman

@belencha77 @mysticalfangirl @nestledonthaveone @lovingchoices14 @lunaseasblog

@malblk21 @sfb123 @emersyn-in-cordonia @walkerdrakewalker @tinkie1973 @queenmiarys

[the1975attheirverybest]

“Like she’s high on her own supply of performative victimhood at her very best moments. And downright prejudiced at her worst moments.”

This is the best way to summarise her album. She always paints herself as the victim of the man she was dating, she totally lacks of self awareness (her fans always say that she talks about her flaws, but I yet have to find where she does that) and she offers one of the worst pictures ever in terms of agency. She claims that she’s this strong and independent woman, yet she seems never to be responsible for her own actions, she’s the poster child of blandness so people can project onto her whatever fantasy they like. I’ll always think about that one review that came out when she released “look what you made me do” that said that even in her worst moments, when she was supposed to reclaim her reputation, she just wined and blamed the others for her life (I know that it all happened because of what Kanye did, but the point still stands because she didn’t prove anything with that song).

It’s quite laughable, if the whole thing wasn’t actually tragic, that Matty already knew all of this back in 2014 when he ghosted her for the first time, he really forgot his own words

Yeah, at first, it was cute cuz she was young and all that. Plus, at the time, it felt like it was more about the emotional authenticity of the moment in which she wrote the songs (like all too well, dear John, etc) like we all go through moments of feeling that we were wronged, or feeling heartbroken, or feeling petty/ angry. That’s part of the process of dealing with a breakup. But on this album it feels that it’s not like that. It’s more immaturity and shortsightedness. I mean, you’re 34. Taking responsibility would be a refreshing change.

Don’t even get me started on the Kanye thing. Back when the 2016 stuff happened, I was kind of a fan of hers, plus she leveraged the feminism bit so I was automatically on her side. But I recently looked into what happened. Like the facts. Yeah…wow.

Idk what Matty was thinking. My guess is he wasn’t lmao. But I suppose he’s gonna be paying for that mistake for the rest of his goddamn life. And those of us who are fans of the 1975 and don’t happen to also be fans of hers…we’ll have this headache permanently.

[reviiely]

Good morning!! Don’t mind me giving an ask literally less than ten min after you posted lmao—

Very intrigued by your post-tahiti cal & daisy dynamic, I like that he’s still in her life even after all… that that was s2.

I’m more curious about why daisy decided to run away after the whole hive debacle? Was it for the same reasons as in canon?

Also, the last dot point also rose a mental flag in my angst-infested brain — does daisy ever mistake cal for coulson when she’s sick?

First of all, as always, hi Anon! I do not mind you asking me so soon— I love it when people talk to me so this is awesome.

YES SOMEONE ASKED ME ABOUT WHY SHE RAN AWAY FINALLY HAHA!!! I have dialogue written. It wouldn’t have seen the light of day if not for you. Thank you. Thank you so much.

As for your last question, Daisy never mistakes Cal for Coulson. She drew a line between them a long time ago, and she never crosses it, not even by mistake. The reason she rambles is that her brain knows that she trusts Cal. She just… doesn’t remember why she didn’t tell him before. So she then tells him everything that she can think of. She also has a habit of calling him ‘Doc’ and he finds it very endearing.

ONTO THE MAIN EVENT!!!! ITS SUPER DIALOGUE HEAVY IM SORRY BUT VOILA HAVE IT. IT ALSO HAS SOME CONSISTENCY MISTAKES BUT. IGNORE THAT. ILL FIX IT IN A LATER POST.

—

(Post season 3 finale.)

(In Daisy’s room.)

The room felt empty. Her mother and she were inside, but it felt empty. Since Daisy got her powers, everywhere had this sort of buzz, with the volume of it increasing with the number of people around her. The room was quiet. Lincoln’s absence haunted it.

“I think…” Daisy’s voice sounded foreign to herself. “I think it hurts more because I thought we could’ve had something.”

May understood. She always did. “Like what?” her mother asked gently.

“I don’t know,” Daisy admitted. “A future, maybe. I had this thought that maybe after all this was over, we would come home and have a drink and laugh about that time we almost died. Maybe even a life outside of SHIELD. But I…”

“Mm.”

“Last night, I had this dream.”

A beat.

“What did you dream?”

“It was just a regular day. A chill one. No ops, no paperwork, just the kind of day that we could do regular things. Me and him, we had lunch and we sparred and just… spent the day together. We went to sleep and he was next to me, but when I woke up, he wasn’t. For a minute, I let myself think that he just got up early and went to the bathroom or to get us breakfast. I laid there for an hour, pretending that he wasn’t really gone, that he’d be back any minute with a smile or food or anything. I just wanted…”

“Him.”

“Yeah.” Daisy stared at her hands. They blurred as her eyes welled. She didn’t like that. “I don’t think I can stay here anymore. Everything reminds me of him and it hurts. So much. Every hallway, every room, even the cells, they… I just can’t be here anymore.”

“So don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t be here. Take a little time to yourself. No one’s going to blame you. Not even if you never come back.”

“But…”

“We’ll survive without you. We’ll miss you, but we’ll survive.” May squeezed Daisy’s hands gently. “Phil’s going to relegitimize the agency. He’s handing over the reigns to the government.”

That got her attention. “What?”

“He’s stepping down as a director. This time next month, he’ll be a field agent just like you and me. We’ll get to pick our own assignments. The three of us, we can stick together. Just like old days.”

As much as she wanted to… “I can’t.”

“I understand. We’ll keep your room locked.”

“I might not come back.”

“I know. But just in case. You never know.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

“It’s okay. Just promise me you’ll take care of yourself out there.”

“Promise.”

Daisy lied as easily as breathing, these days.

[atopvisenyashill]

do you think if the first blackfyre rebellion ever gets fleshed out, there would be parallels between daemon b's and daeron ii's relationship with jon's and robb's relationship? i've seen some ppl compare daena and lyanna (as they're both rebellious noblewomen with an affinity for horses) and combining that with the possibility of daena dying while daemon is young and leaving her son without a maternal influence, maybe daemon and daeron's relationship is what would've happened if robb was warier of jon and kept him at a certain distance.

i actually have another blackfyre ask that’s like “how could daeron have avoided the issue” and obviously there’s a lot of complications to this but my answer boils down to “just be robb and jon” aka stop treating your teenage brother like a threat and treat him like a brother. much easier said than done especially when you’ve got aegon the unworthy as your father instead of ned “the fucking man” stark but like…daeron is the adult in the room in this situation. daemon is like 14 when aegon dies. yes daemon is responsible for his own dumb ass decisions (and i can’t stress enough that he’s super dumb lmao!) but daeron has plenty of blame here.

so yes, i do think we’ll get kind of an anti jon/robb thing happening. i also suspect like you say, we’ll get some daena/lyanna(/baela/arya) parallels and i suspect we are going to get some elaena/rhaena/sansa stuff here as well. for me, a lot of the historical siblings are basically “what would happen if the starklings didn’t love each other?” it’s about watching these various configurations that feel familiar struggle to get things right over and over until we get to our main gaggle of siblings and find that the missing thing all along is that love, is that heart. for all his plethora of mistakes, i think the best thing ned ever did was teach all the starklings that their love for each other is an important guiding light and i think each of them clinging to that love and light will be what saves them at the end.

but before that comes all the ones who did it wrong, and that includes the great bastards + daeron and daenerys. for all the great bastards were dynastic threats, they were also daeron’s siblings and i think we’re like to get a nuanced and complex look at what happens when you are raised to see your family not as family but as a competitive danger.

[koukouture]

I feel kinda bad bc my WoLMeric ship is actually kinda toxic lmao

Like, Elysia kinda looses her shit post Heavensward after loosing Haurchefant and Ysale. It’s her villain origin story, if you will.

Haurchefant was her first love and everyone knew it, but Aymeric still fell for her. He still pursues her after he dies and basically becomes the home wrecker lmao. Elysia, because she’s kinda like ARR Thancred, fucking sleeps with him and things get real awkward real quick. It fucks both of them up big time.

Aymeric def deserves better than this train wreck, but I’ve decided that it’s funny AND angsty so I’m keeping it. I mean, how can he not fall for her? Elysia is the Warrior of Light- she is nothing but selfless and brave. Not to mention pretty but that is a whole other can of worms lmao.

Jk I am dealing with it here. sO-

Elysia is from a noble family in Hingashi, obviously she left but we’ll come back to that later. Basically, before leaving she was kinda only known and valued for her beauty. Which does wonders to someone’s self esteem y’know? On the one hand, she is confident, and some might even say a little vain. On the other, she knows how people see her, how men see her. She figures Aymeric is just another guys who’s Down Bad TM for her and he is but it goes deeper than she thinks. But also Ishgard is y’know… Catholic, so Aymeric also feels guilty for thinking about her like that.

Elysia is well aware that she’s being puppeted by the Alliance and the Scions. (in a way) Obvs she does it willingly and believes in their cause, but she mostly does it out of duty. She is the only one strong enough to save everyone, she has to.

(Even if she really can’t save everyone… I really miss Haurchefant and Ysale okay)

And this is where I think she parallels pretty well with Aymeric, in how they both deal with their respective duties.

I see a lot of people bringing it up and yeah, Aymeric is lonely. He loves his nation, make no mistake, but he is so lonely. Estinien leaves Ishgard, apparently Lucia does too, and WoL can’t be around all the time. But still, he is a politician and will do anything for his nation. But he literally says in the dinner scene that he does want to travel and I- ueueueuehjahskhwiuiloveyousmiwannatakeyouonvacationwithme-

But yeah despite all that, despite wanting to resign post uhhh Nidhog final fight (I think) - he remains steadfast for his nation which is super fucking admirable. Like sir you’re 32 you should be doing other things lmao. You are way too noble (and hot) to be a politician.

Elysia on the other hand, well- I’mma be honest she’s kind of selfish. She runs away from her original duties in Hingashi, and she’s only playing hero now because nobody else can. In a way though, nobody can really hold her down. That’s why she became an adventurer, because she knew she was meant for much more than some arranged marriage.

So it’s kinda juicy because Aymeric is lonely but devoted, and Elysia is burned by her duty. Idk where the line is from but it’s smth like “There is no greater burden, but also no greater honour” yeah that’s Elysia.

Having said that Aymeric is devoted, he is HOPELESSLY Devoted to her

But noooww there’s noooooowhere to hide since you pushed my love asiiiiiide I’m ouuuutt of my head, Hopelessly Devoted to youuuuuuuuu- oh wait that kinda fits their dynamic. Huh. Oh, I’m gonna think abt this now-

Yeah anyways you thought Haurchefant was down bad? Well, he definitely was but so is Aymeric. Bro is ready to walk into hell and be seen as a sinner for some Au Raussy. Okay no but he is hopelessly in love with her. It is very easy to see. I mean bro literally invites her to his house for dinner??? Alone??? The rumours are rumouring.

Aymeric makes it very clear that he is in love with her and will remain so even if she doesn’t return his feelings. Honestly, it’s more of a weird situationship than anything. Elysia won’t flat out reject him and they do find some comfort in the other’s company, but at the same time, Elysia isn’t really reciprocating so much as she is just there. It’s weird she teases and kinda flirts with him (in private) but y’know she wont say she loves him or anything.

I do believe there is some capacity for this to turn out as a healthy relationship, but not right now lmao. Elysia def deserves a reality check and I don’t want to keep bullying Aymeric. I do think they’re cute together, Elysia being kind of a tease x Catholic white boy Aymeric.

Oh yeah also have this fun relationship chart which summarizes everything I just said except for the duty part

[inkdemonapologist]

So uh.... I recently went back and re-read your 'Smiling Nightmare' fic and given what was sort of (?) revealed in BatDR... UM... Is the assumption the Hell's Studio crew had about Escape Sammy being a 'toon' still just a 'mistake' or....? (Cause for Escape House Crew collective mental melt down #4021, ha ha...)

HAHA OMG this is an amazing connection

But no, Escape AU does not and cannot follow BatDR’s canon. For one thing, Escape AU takes place in the 1960s, and uh, [gestures at Joey],,, But yeah, I’ve said before that Escape AU doesn’t follow Story Theory, and now that Story Theory is more or less confirmed for the franchise, that’s still true. Are the Escape crew fully human? That’s more ambiguous… but they ARE the souls of the original employees.

I did have an idea for an Escape concept where they’re artificial “characters”, back when it was just “based on story theory” – the idea of like, Sammy Lawrence is probably dead, but what if Jack got out, actually? His partner lost his mind and died and then Jack couldn’t stick around much longer and booked it out of JDS. And then Swollen Jack in BatIM isn’t actually Jack Fain at all, he’s just a searcher in a hat that Joey included to imply a tragic fate b/c he’s a storyteller at heart – but he doesn’t have any more personality or sense of self than any other swollen searcher. Ink Sammy has faded memories of Jack and has decided the searcher must be him, but….. when it comes time to escape, “Jack” was never created to be a person and just doesnt have enough of a self to exist in the outside world. So then, obviously, you have an Escaped Sammy who is not really Sammy Lawrence, meeting the real Jack Fain, and neither of them are really the partner that the other lost, but… maybe they can find some comfort in each other, anyway. Thren called them an “unmatched set” and iVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS CONCEPT A LOT AGAIN LATELY

(also while im here: ive gotten A BUNCH of escape au questions lately, TY ALL FOR UR INTEREST!!! I’d like to come back to poking Escape AU at some point, but there’s some stuff I’ve been scribbling that I wanna get into a finished state before I figure out where I am on that, so WE’LL SEE! The Escape Crew is dear to my heart but also sometimes my attention and motivation wanders lmao, so I’ll tackle that when it’s exciting to me!)

[catb-fics]

Van being addicted to cocaine probably isn’t true but I wouldn’t doubt that he’s dabbled in it before. That comment on Reddit isn’t true to my understanding lmao. There’s some plausible LA stories that don’t deserve the light of day on the internet where he’s done things but he’s never been that crazy.

Hypothetically had management figured out Van was addicted to any drugs and the label knew management lied about it (labels always find out) oh hell Van would’ve been sent to get help immediately by the label and all of that would’ve come out with time. Labels always say something to save face. If Van had died from drugs (god forbid that ever happen) that would’ve made island look like a horrible record label and liars. After what happened to Amy Winehouse, Island really pushed to be more involved with their artists for their protection and safety because her management was reckless and involved in her death. They wanted to be the label to set the standard for being more involved and not let that big of mistake happen again throughout the entire industry. There’s an article about it somewhere that came out after her death. I’ll see if I can find it later.

Btw I’m responding to your message currently. I’ll respond soon :) - 🌴

I guess we’ll never know the full truth and that’s probably for the best really.

I’d be interested to read that article about Amy Winehouse. That was so tragic poor Amy. Wasn’t she sent off on tour when she was obviously very poorly? It felt at times like people were more interested in documenting her demise than her welfare 😢

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#5

˗ˏˋprompts : meet cuteˎˊ˗

A fell asleep on public transport. B is sitting right next to them, and as they see the next stop coming up, they wake A up to ask if it’s their stop. (bonus points if B caught glimpses of them while they slept, adoring how peaceful they looked!)

A lost something in public and is freaking out. that is, until B found what A was looking for, and asks if it’s theirs.

it’s raining/snowing and B noticed A is without proper clothing/equipment, like an umbrella or a jacket. so what does B do? they ask if A wants their only jacket/asks A if they want to share an umbrella.

A and B get paired up for a boring project, but together they make it fun!

the classic “the parents dragged A and B to a boring party and they become friends.”

B gets something tasty looking from a restaurant/cafe/etc. and, despite A being shy or nervous, they ask what it is.

A wants the last of something (ex. a donut or bag) but they and B grab it simultaneously. now they stare at each other for a little too long before B frantically says, “you can have it!” and then they go back and forth insisting the other can have it. (bonus points if their hands touch!)

A and B are sitting next to each other on a long flight. despite them going to the same place, it’s for completely different reasons. A is going for a funeral, and B is going for a friend’s wedding. out of nowhere, A starts crying, and though it’s hardly audible, B notices and starts comforting A immediately. by the end of the flight, they both have each other’s numbers!

no one said these had to be realistic, right? perfect. A is out in public and sees a familiar figure. the thing is, A is mistaking B, a stranger A has never saw until now, for their best friend. A quickens their walking to catch up with their “best friend.” when they eventually do, they scare them from the back, but when B turns around, A’s smile falls. A expects B to get reasonably upset, but instead, B laughs. a strong friendship (maybe even a romantic relationship?) ensues.

again, might be unrealistic yet adorable! A finds a cat/dog on the street, but they don’t have a collar, so A starts treating them as their own. that is until B starts knocking on people’s doors, describing the pet and asking if anyone has seen them. when B gets to A’s door, A immediately knows they have that exact pet. depending on who you portray A to be, they may consider lying and saying they don’t have it, but in the end, they end up giving the pet back. the pet, however, is very attached to A, and tries to stay. B notices this and tells A that they can keep the pet, just as long as they stay in contact so B can visit it whenever! a strong relationship between A and B ensues :)

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#4

˗ˏˋdialogue : comforting wordsˎˊ˗

“hey, are you okay?”

“do you want to talk?”

“is there something you need to tell me?”

“it’s okay. don’t cry.”

“it’s okay to cry.”

“let it all out. take your time.”

“it’s alright. i’m here.”

“i’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.”

“what’s wrong?”

“everything will be fine. i promise.”

“i got you.”

“i care.”

“is there anything i can do for you? a snack? a hug?”

“i could never hate you.”

“you’re not a monster.”

“nothing is wrong with you.”

“i wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“you’re safe.”

“we’ll get through this together.”

“just relax.”

“you deserve better than x.”

“get your anger/sadness out.”

“i love you.”

“do you wanna cuddle?”

“want to watch a movie or play a game to take your mind off of it?”

622 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#3

⊱┊dialogue : jealousy

jeal·ous·y (noun) • a sentiment which is born in love and which is produced by the fear that the loved person prefers someone else

change pronouns/tense as needed!

from the jealous…

“who was that?”

“just a friend, huh?”

“they don’t look at you like a friend.”

“i’m not jealous, i’m curious.

“so what if i’m jealous?”

“and just where do you think you’re going? let me guess… somewhere with x?”

“you spend more time with them than with me.”

“you two are so close, it’s adorable.” [sarcasm]

“you always seem happier with them than with me.”

“hope you two have a blast. go see a movie, grab a beer, maybe sneak a make-out session in between…” [sarcasm]

“what’re they doing texting you this late?”

“do they even know about me?”

“i’m not overbearing.”

“i thought you loved me.”

“i’m not the only one, am i?”

…to the victim

“it’s just a friend.“

“what? i’m not allowed to have friends?”

“do you trust me?”

“are you jealous?”

“you’re overthinking, love.”

“you don’t need to know where i am 24/7.”

“i’m just going shopping.”

“yeah, we are close. they’re my best friend.”

“was that sarcasm?”

“c’mon babe, you know it’s not like that—”

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#2

˗ˏˋdialogue : severe injury/illness ˎˊ˗

change pronouns/tense as needed!

“holy shit… that’s a lot of blood...”

“that looks infected.”

“you’re burning up!”

“do you need to throw up?”

“are you okay? does anything hurt? who did this to you?!”

“it’s not that much blood.”

“it’s not infected! it just needs to be cleaned.”

“burning up? i’m freezing.”

“god, i feel like i’m gonna throw up.”

“i feel awful.”

“name? are you awake…?”

“can you hear me?”

“fuck— you barely have a pulse…”

“try to stay awake. talk to me.”

“fuck it, i’m calling an ambulance.”

“yeah… i’m awake.”

“my ears are ringing.”

“is this hell?”

“i’m so tired…”

“i just— i just need some rest.”

“you have to stay awake.”

“keep your eyes open!”

“stay with me… please.”

“i need you…”

“i swear to fucking god— do not stop breathing!”

“i don’t know how long i can stay up…”

“i’m trying.”

“i’m sorry…”

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718 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

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˗ˏˋdialogue : kissingˎˊ˗

change pronouns as needed!

“god– i wanna kiss you.”

“can i kiss you?”

“just one kiss and i’ll never ask again.”

“let me be your first.”

“it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“then shut up and kiss me already.”

“hurry up. get it over with.”

“you can kiss my ass.”

“i never kissed before—”

“is this your way of asking me out or—”

“that was better than i thought it would be.”

“one more time?”

“huh. you don’t taste as toxic as i thought you would.”

“you sure that was your first time?”

“shit, i wasn’t supposed to enjoy that as much as i did.”

“that was worse than i thought it would be.”

“you– you want to do it again?”

“alright. never doing that again.”

“did i do it right?”

“you sure that it didn’t mean anything?”

“should we take this elsewhere?”

“let’s go somewhere private.”

“think i wanna do a little more than just kiss.”

“wish we weren’t in public…”

“think of this as a one time thing.”

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