#it feels like im hearing an argument which gets no one anywhere

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

i replayed hypno's lullaby for a quick bit just to feel the nostalgia but replaying dissension made me realize how the strangled red story is probably one of the best creepypastas out there because there's a really good story behind it and it's not just of any ooo scary supernatural shit that every creepypasta falls under - the unnatural playstyle of the game is just the catalyst to tell a good story and the story IS good.

trading is such a simple concept in-game but the genuine horror realizing that a slight mistake in the trade can ruin a simple exchange just to finish a pokedex - which is what happened to poor steven's miki. i can't imagine the guilt mike must've felt and the anger steven carried just for this

[inmirova]

In an ideal world, it would be a program for Deaf teachers, the government could even put it under vocational rehab if they wanted to! Unfortunately, even some Deaf schools don't employ many Deaf teachers and a lot of teaching jobs end up going to interpreters or just hearing & non-signing people instead. But you're right and I love what you said, we can hope 🩷

idk man. i just think itd be really cool if sign language classes were mandatory throughout primary school. yeah because it would make communication with deaf kids and autistic/nonverbal kids much easier. and those kids would be accessible to the others so they cold make friends and have healthy relationships. yeah. and kids would eat that shit up man. like their own little secret language? they love that.

[cokou]

❝ PATIENCE ❞

[T. Law × Reader] [ロー×リーダー]

summary* "Stop annoying me will ya'?!" "No." warnings* SMUT* Rope restraints* note ✉* ~ new writing style again lolzz, been a while since i wrote for our dear Law so here it is. // Don't translate or transfer any of my works, this is my only account (Exp. Ao3) // Will not be crossposted anywhere. // Masterlist♡

Another day to annoy your captain. You had picked up a stupid trait of yours to annoy your captain every chance you get, and there is stopping at all. You loved seeing the annoyed expression of your captain everytime he hears the doorknob clink as you enter his office, making himself mentally prepared by your stupid antics.

Today, you're thinking about making him suffer 20x more than your usual personality. Thinking of ways to make him as annoyed as possible, you maybe thought of;

—'accidentally' spilling coffee over his hard work.

—thrashing around crumpling some paperwork of his into the trash. [DENIED]

—Just disturb im so no work is absolutely done.

"Option three sounds like the best... definitely won't get too much of an argument with him maybe.." You scratch your head as you try to make decisions. Thinking about the consequences of each action you will soon make, eventually you went with option three for the most harmless one.

You skipped out of your room, heading towards the Polar Tang's corridors. You couldn't help but bite back giggles as you think of what will possibly happen afterwards,

You finally reach the door that connects to Law's office, letting out your laughter before you return to your serious look as you knock and immediately went inside the office. You could've swore you heard Law sigh under his breath just after you came rushing towards him.

"Captainnn! Guess who's back!" You snicker as you sat on the same chair he's sitting on.

"Whew..i wonder who's back." Your captain scoffs and rolls his eyes, focusing once again on the paper before him. He moves slightly to make some space for the two of you on one chair.

"Guess what!" You take the pen out of his hold.

"W— What? Give it back. " Law reaches for the pen in your hand but was immediately turned away with your sudden movement of throwing the pen onto the trash bin.

"Why you—"

"I have tons of ideas we should do together! Like helping me with these equatio—"

"I don't have time to do equations with you!" Law shuffles through his drawers and picks up a pen, he turns back to his load of papers to do and starts working once again.

You smile at your successful attempt to annoy your dear captain, so now you'd proceed to the next one. You lean your my mouth near his ear,

"We should date each other." Law chokes on his own spit, taking a moment to clear out his throat from the sudden feeling and coughing. You didn't mean the phrase at all, you were jokingly sarcastic, which Law didn't understand at all. You pat his back in order to help him stabilize himself as he finally clears the cough.

"Im sorry— What?" His eyes fixate on you, examining your facial expressions.

"I was sayingg...you should totally dock out onthe next Island!" You shrug off the phrase you once said, making Law much more annoyed that he didn't quite hear you properly or understand what you had said. His thoughts go unnoticed by himself, asking if he had really heard those words coming out of your lips.

Law and you haven't had a good relationship of some sorts, but you wouldn't say enemies or hatred towards each other. Law thinks you two are mostly frenemies on his side, whilst you think that he secretly enjoys your company when you leave him alone or so, but in reality its pretty much the opposite. Law had most bad experience with your jokes and pranks going on around him, he never failed to notice that these always happen to him and him only.

Sometimes even the others join in on the fun of pranking your captain, one had gone as far as Law having to lock you up in your room for 2 days by bringing you food in your room, not daring to let you out unless having the need to. (Which doesn't happen at all)

Law isn't a tad bit into these stupid little jokes of yours, or so you thought. Catching Law smile at those stupid little antics you perform only happens once in a blue moon, it's rare, you'd seen him do this twice only. Making him laugh is starting to feel impossible.

"Lawww..." You poke him. "Lawww..." You poke him twice. "LAWWW"

"God what?!" He pushes your fingers that was poking him away.

"Im bored" you smile and blew raspberries on him.

Law balls his fists as a fit of anger, he could've swore he had couple of beins pop out of his head as he contains his anger, looking down at his table, slightly trembling. You watched him stand up his chair, facing you then. He walks away towards a small drawer,

That's what happened, that's why you're right here, tied up on his office chair as you spread your legs apart, letting him finger you and touch your clit so many times you practically lost xount of how many times you had squirted.

"Doing good yes? This is what you wanted didn't you?" His fingers pistoned in and out of your sloppy cunt, making squelching sounds coming from you. Your head is hazy and blank, you could only focus on his fingers as you felt another pang of orgasm coming throughout your whole body.

"M'—close.." You moan as his fingers continue doing the work, he fastens his fingers in and out of you as you once again reach your climax.

"Woo, did a great job, (Name)-ya." He removes his clothes pieces by pieces until he's fully stripped off, his cock stiff and leaking pre-cum from its slit. He traces the entrance of your pussy, carefully gliding his fingers against the rope restraints that he had installed on your body.

He slowly presses his dick inside you, making you release a loud moan. It's gonna be another long night afterall.

©Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[moonsaver]

Hi! It’s @pix3lplays! (On anon because I have another account and I can’t switch which account I’m asking from haha)

I wanted to say thanks for being so nice when I responded to your comment on one of my posts~I really appreciated what you said hehe, definitely made me feel bit more confident and inspired me to keep writing :)

So I thought I’d throw an ask out since requests are open~

If you’re not interested no problem but I’ve thought about it a little and I thought maybe you’d have some thoughts.

Yandere!Sunday when his darling somehow gets seriously hurt, how do you think he’d feel, what would he do?

Personally I think he’s a complete control freak already when it comes to reader, so it just gets WORSE…ANYWAYS I wanna hear YOUR thoughts if you’re interested in the prompt hehe~ also if you’ve already talked about this oops I must’ve missed it, sorry in advance-

But yeah thanks so much, it was really cool to talk to you, take care of yourself, please!!

Hello Pixel! Thank you for sending in this ask, you're very sweet haha <3 i like your writing and im glad i helped you become more confident in it. Also,same issue here, i cant send asks from this account specifically, so i use anon or just use my personal blog to send asks.

Anyways, onto the request,

Ooh, my Yan!Sunday brain is ticking.. he really is an absolute control freak, and is a bit of a mess when he sees you seriously injured. A miscalculation, ignorance, negligence, or perhaps just.. an oversight from his part? Whatever the reason is, he's in high-drive now, and absolutely stressed about it. He only has a worried and distant look on his face, and at this stage he's prone to easily snapping at anyone, but his mind would be on a completely different level of stress. How dare they? How dare anyone lay a filthy inch of a finger on you? To stain you with their sins, and to breach your skin in such a grotesque manner.. he's absolutely enraged.

He insists on tending to you himself personally, unless it's so serious paramedics have to be involved. Stays by your side until he cant, sitting on the egde of the bed, body turned halfway to face you, fingers ghosting the edge of your face with tenderness.

However, this tenderness is only limited to your recovery period.

After you wake up or recover a bit, practically any freedom you would have had is gone. Completely.

Scolds you, borderline yells at you, holds you still with a deathly tight grip on your arms, forcing you to look into his eyes. This happened because you left. This happened because you were out of his watch. This all happened because of your freedom. Don't you dare even bother mentioning going out anywhere. You will be surveillanced almost all the time. He spends a suffocating amount of time next to you, harshly spitting back whenever you try to protest or reason with him. His words aren't gentle at all, and you're getting on his nerves. Perhaps he should just look over you himself, force you into a borderline coma in the dream fluid, and deal swiftly with the perpetrators.

Robin catches wind of this at some point.. she tells you that he's just worried, and there's a lot of people that don't quite hold The Family in high regards. Just.. its okay. Let him do this.

Let him pick out your clothes, brush your hair, check your healing wounds, gently ebb the water over them as you bathe, and kiss the skin of your shoulder when both of you stay silent after another argument.

If you still continue arguing.. he doesn't have a choice. He slumps a bit, a hand coming up to massage his temple as he sighs, and tells you in a softer voice that he's terrified. The worst thing that could happen did happen. He almost lost you. Can't you just go with it and let him be assured? You're dragging it out much more than it needs to be. He's spent many sleepless nights, ideas of dreamscapes turning into nightmares as the image of your hurt face flashes in his mind. Just cooperate, for Aeons' sake.

And no one speaks after that. He emotionally blackmails and manipulates you as a sort of final resort. Surely, you'd understand. It's not like it's far from the truth anyway. He is scared. But more than that, he's enraged this happened in the first place.

Adding on more to it,

Once things calm down.. in a twisted sort of way, he realizes just how perfectly he can get you under his complete control from these events. He may even not so subtly orchestrate similar events to scare you, to keep you in check, forcing you to rely on him completely, as he swoops in at the right time, acting as some kind of a "savior". Its a sick mindset, and he's not ashamed of it. Oh dear, you were just so pleasantly compliant after that event. And it just solidifies his statement that you shouldn't be going outside anymore, or be constantly accompanied by the Bloodhound Family guards, after only a few incidents of various threat levels.

In the end, it's a cycle that repeats up until you finally give in and let him take any and all freedom you have. He sets down your hairbrush with a gentle 'clack', kisses the crown of your head, and tells you it's alright. He will take such good care of you. Just listen to him. Listen to his every word. He has your best intentions in mind. Don't think about anything, anyone. You're a smart girl, surely you understand?

[unknownperson246]

hellooo could you please write an angst with a happy ending fic with izzy? i feel like crying today 🙏

Hiii I was inspired by the first episode in the first season of American horror story for this fic 🩵

One More Chance

words: 715

warnings: *angst* *fluff* *cheating* *sobbing* *cussing* *pain* *labor* *pregnancy* *premature baby*

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You and Izzy have been married for around 6 years and you have always trusted him on everything with your life. You go out yourself to do groceries after around 40 minutes you come back and put your grocery bags down on the counter. You hear footsteps upstairs and you get scared because only you and Izzy live there. You hear it from the nursery room where your baby's crib is. It sounds like footsteps and there are sounds of a man and a woman moaning. You are 7 months pregnant with Izzy's baby. You go upstairs with a knife scared that it's an intruder. You open the door and see Izzy naked on top of another woman. Izzy stares at you in shock. He is scared to move an inch because you caught him cheating on you. You start to sob without saying one word. You drop the knife and run downstairs. You lock yourself in the bathroom and start to sob really hard. Izzy runs after you to the bathroom.

“Open the door Y/N,” He says panicked. 

“Y/N please just open the goddamn door” He begs. 

You open the door and he sees how red your eyes are. Izzy reaches for your hand and he rests his hand on your stomach.

“Don't fucking touch me” You say pulling away from Izzy's touch.

“You don't fucking deserve this child or me.” You yell at Izzy which causes him to get startled. Izzy flinches when you say those words.

“Im fucking leaving your ass” You yell at Izzy while running upstairs to pack your things.

“Y/N be careful” He says to you as he sees you running.

“You can’t tell me what to fucking do,” You say while flipping him off. 

“You're not going anywhere with my baby,” He says while trapping you in the corner of the room. 

“Y/N I love you” His eyes are pleading for you to stay with him.

“If you loved me you wouldn't have cheated on me” You spit in Izzy's face.

He pins you on the bed.

“I swear I will do anything to prove that I love you” Izzy pleads with you.

“Then let me leave this house.” You tell Izzy.

“Anything but that,” Izzy tells you.

“I will give you one more chance Izzy if you fuck up we are through” You make your statement to Izzy.

You and Izzy spend the night in silence. You change the bedsheets in case Izzy and the woman fucked on there too. “Why are you changing the bedsheets?” Izzy asks you.

“In case you and the woman did it on here” You sob in the middle of your words.

Izzy immediately holds you and comforts you.

“Shh im sorry babe” Izzy keeps repeating over and over again.

“You fucking bastard” You cry softly in his arms.

“I know let it all out,” Izzy tells you.

You fall asleep in Izzy's arms and he gently lays you down on the bed. He watches you fall asleep and he eventually falls asleep taking in your soft scent. The next morning you wake up you notice a pool of water from underneath you.

“Fuck” You cry in pain as you realize it was your water.

You shake Izzy awake.

“Izzy my water broke” You cry as he wakes up.

“Shit,” He says.

“It's too early” You panic.

You both think that the cause of this was the argument you had last night.

“We need to get you to the hospital,” Izzy says.

Izzy gets out of the bed and helps you to his car. After an hour you're in the maternity ward giving birth to your kid. Izzy is by your side and he is supportive. You let him touch you. You later on forgive him because he is showing development after a couple of months. Your daughter is now 4 months old and she is doing okay after you had her prematurely. Izzy has been by your and your daughter's side during these difficult times. When she's crying in the middle of the night he gets up and takes care of her. You and Izzy decide to renew your vows and he swears on his life that he is never going to cheat on you ever again.

[loserlesbianlottie]

hey rosie!!! i was wondering if you could write some fluff cuddling with travnat and they’re just liek… “fighting” for reader’s attention? thank you and i admire your work too much! keep going <3

hey luiza!! of course, and thank you sm for your kind words ^^ if you end up not liking this lmk and i’ll write a new version!!

Cuddlebug

travis martinez x reader x natalie scatorccio, fluff and general silliness, i gave the teddybear the most stupid name possible im so sorry, established relationship, probably modern au?

You’ve been exhausted lately. Between studying for midterms and trying to keep up with your extracurriculars, you have a lot on your plate, so you’re super excited to hang out with your boyfriend and girlfriend. Being around them always rejuvenates you, filling you with happy energy and a warm, content heart. You’re roused from your sappy thoughts when you hear a small whisper argument. Calling it an argument is quite generous; you’re not sure what to call it other than plain stupid.

“Travis, stop hogging them,” Nat exclaims, trying (and failing) to keep her voice to a whisper.

“How the hell do you ‘hog’ a person?” Travis asks, voice similarly low.

“I don’t know,” Nat counters, “Tell me how you’re doing it.”

“Oh, haha,” Travis sarcastically says, although you’re sure that it's accompanied by his stupid smirk, the one that makes both yours and Nat’s hearts flutter. Nat must punch him in the shoulder playfully if his annoyed “Ow!” is anything to go by.

“Children,” you mumble, stifling a yawn, “Please stop fighting.”

They both pause, although you can tell they're laughing by how their chests rise and fall against your front and back. A dopey smile makes its way onto your face, and you snuggle further into whoever is holding you at the moment.

“See?” Travis asks, “They like being held by me. It's not my fault!”

Your eyes fluttered open with an annoyed grimace, and you untangled yourself from Travis' embrace, shifting into Nat's arms.

“Wha-!”

“No one likes a sore winner, Travis,” you mutter, rubbing blearily at your eyes.

“Ha! Take that, Martinez!”

You stare at Nat, completely deadpan, as you push yourself out of her arms and gently cuddle your childhood teddy bear very close. You make a show of sighing happily in the arms of someone who isn’t boasting. They both gasp in mock offense.

"Natalie," Travis says with a fake stony look on his face, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.

"Travis," Nat replies, a look of horror painting her features as she shakes her head in disbelief.

"We just lost to a stuffed animal," Travis mutters, his voice tinged with frustration and amusement.

"That we did... that we did," Nat responds, a wry smile playing at the corner of her lips as she tries to hide her subtle laughter.

You laugh silently while they mutter unhappily, cheeks flushed and face sore from smiling. They both pout, whining about how they’ve lost their partner to another man, which makes you laugh harder. They’re both chuckling, too, with silly smiles on their faces. You feel the urge to kiss them both senseless, but it’ll have to wait. You have a point to prove, after all.

“What can I say?” You ask with a smirk, “He has been in my life longer than both of you...”

Nat snorts at this while Travis throws his hand over his heart as if it’s just shattered.

“You know, Trav, I didn't take Mr. Snugglesworth to be such a homewrecker.”

“Me neither,” Travis agrees. “I fear there’s only one way to get our partner back…”

Nat nods sagely at this while you laugh airily. Honestly, you have no idea what they're about to do, but you know it'll be enjoyable, whatever it is. They take your moment of weakness as an opening, descending upon you and kissing all over your face, your neck, your shoulders…anywhere their lips can reach, really. Your smile grows wider with each kiss.

“Are we forgiven?” Travis asks with his best puppy-dog-eyes. Nat follows suit, giving you her best wounded-kitten look.

“I suppose,” you trail off and place Mr. Snugglesworth on the ground. “Sorry, buddy. I’ll hug you later.”

You catch Travis glaring at the bear and Nat mimicking a neck-slitting motion at it, which only makes you laugh more.

[pgavi-jfelixdaily]

POV:In which Gavi is mad because of the world cup loss, and you two get into an argument. Angst, fluff.

a/n- hey y'all, im salvadoran, and english is not my first language so please keep that in mind because i'm not using google translate, so I hope most of this makes sense, i don't double check with google translate. 🫶

It had been a week since FC Barca had gotten eliminated from the world cup. The team, as expected, had been pretty upset, and your boyfriend Gavi, had been even more. It wasn’t unexpected, seeing how determined he was to always win. However, what was unexpected was how far he had taken his anger.  Ignoring you and his teammates almost entirely, avoiding you and barely talking unless it was good morning and good night ‘i love yous’. You had tried talking to him, telling him it wasn’t that big of a deal, especially since he was only 18 and would likely have many world cups to come. He wasn’t convinced. So here you were, on his off day about to attempt to convince him once again it wasn’t that big of a deal, after Pedri told you if you didn’t get him to act right, he would, and it would not look good for him. 

So here you were, getting yourself ready to face the not-so-friendly giant (ik he’s short but go along with me please). You knocked twice on his door, and after hearing a hum in response, you took it as a sign to come in. Opening the door, there was Gavi, lying on the bed, in just joggers and a white tee, on his phone. “Hola mi amor. Como estas?” (Hi my love, how are you?)

On a normal day, he would answer with a smile, and maybe kiss you, the nickname always getting to him. Today was not one of those days. The look on his face sent shivers down your spine. His eyes were red, and he looked beat up. “Hola. Que quieres?” (Hi, what do you want?)

Oh really? You understood now what Pedri and Ansu were referring to when they said he was being whiny and obnoxious, and you weren’t going to lie, but if he wanted to keep up the attitude, you were going to leave him to Pedri. “Look. I get you are upset about the world cup and everything, but the team has moved on, the fans have moved on, and everyone has moved on, and you need to as well. It is killing you to keep going on like this. There will be so many world cups to come for you, but this was your first. Don’t let it be your last with how you're acting.” That last part got to him. 

The look he gave you told you everything. He was furious, he always got mad when someone told him how to act. That was his weakness, he was too determined. Being that determined was not going to get him anywhere with you however, because you were his opposite, you were willing to go against him, and while he loved you, he wasn’t a fan of when you put him right back where he belonged. “No offense, but last time I checked, you’re not the football player here, I am. So leave the emotions and decisions to me, right?” 

Now the anger was boiling through both of your veins. You could feel the heat in the room from the anger that was radiating through the both of you, and while you did not want to cause a big fight, you were not going to be spoken to like that. Not today, and not ever. “No offense Pablo, but your attitude is exactly what makes people underestimate you so much, they don’t think they are playing against Barcelona’s golden boy, it makes them think they are playing against a five year old.” 

He didn’t even answer or reply, he just got up, grabbed a change of clothes from his closet, and went into the bathroom to shower. With a sigh, you picked up your phone, calling Pedri, and explaining the situation to him. He gave you his so called “words of encouragement” but everything went in through one ear, and went right out, because now you weren’t worried about his anger with himself, you worried with his anger towards you. Would he break up with you? Kick you out? Yell at you? A billion thoughts went through your mind, and they stayed. Saying your goodbye’s with Pedri, you sat down on the bed. You weren’t going to cry, but now you were seeing angry, angry with yourself for not being patient enough and upset because of that last comment, it was dumb really, unnecessary, to stoop down to the level of calling him a five year old. You heard the water stop running, and you knew there wasn’t going to be long until you had to face Gavi, so you took your keys from the dresser, and putting on a jacket, left the house. 

You didn’t have a place to go in mind really, just wanted to refresh your thoughts. After around 10 minutes of driving around, your ringtone went off. Gavi. 

“Amor, dónde estás?” (love, where are you?)

“Hola?” (hello?!)

“y/n, donde estás.” (where are you.)

The only reason you chose to head back home was because you felt tired, but you still didn’t answer him, putting your phone on silent. 

Opening the door to you and gavi’s shared flat, and putting the keys on the keyholder, you went in, only to see Gavi typing furiously on his phone. He hadn’t heard you arrive yet, so concentrated on whoever he was texting, but as you picked up your phone you saw at least 10 texts from Gavi, 5 from Pedri, and 3 from your best friend. So as quietly as you could, you took your shoes and jacket off at the door, now only in your socks, leggings, and long sleeve shirt, walking towards him. “Hey.”

The minute he turned around, and his eyes met yours, pity filled you. He was no longer radiating anger as he did when you walked in, perhaps you made that up because you wanted to keep being mad, his eyes looked teary, and he looked upset. His hair was messy but still kind of damp, likely from how much he had ran his hand through his hair in fear and anxiousness that you had left him. He was closer to you now, close enough for his warmth to go into you. You expected him to yell, but instead he wrapped his arms around your waist, tightly embracing you, and you hugged him back. 

You stayed like that for a while, before he softly whispered into your ear, “Perdoname, te amo tanto.” (forgive me, I love you so much.)

And even though he already knew, you still repeated it. “Te amo mucho más.” (I love you so much more) 

a/n- I hope you guys enjoyed this, I wrote half of it during my science class yesterday, and the rest while watching criminal minds.

[barzfrommarz]

Idk if you’re still doing this but if you are, can we please have some more headcannons? give me the good brain juice pls

I WILL ALWAYS DELIVER HEADCANONS <3

-His hair is really important to him. First it was about looking clean and tidy to fit the role of president but now having long hair serves as something he can use to ground himself with. He especially loves it when he gets the motivation to wash his hair and it’s all nice and soft

-He’s not a dog person, but if he had to have one it would be a dashund. He thinks their long backs are really funny and has since he was young

-Once chewed on a bass guitar string for no reason. In his words he would’ve chewed his own but they were too thin

-Still has panic attacks going into caves, tight places or anywhere too out on the open (he subconsciously thinks he will get spotted and killed)

-Has found that he will sleep better in unusual places so despite having a bed he will still sleep on the floor or in a chair or sometimes outside. It’s probably from when he couldn’t have the luxury of sleeping in his bed since he had to be alert and he grew used to the feeling of the ground and his tight uniform lulling him to sleep (if he could even get to sleep)

-Despite being transmasc, he still loves femme things but he suppressed it out of fear people wouldn’t see him as a man. One night he went to Las Nevadas and saw a bunch of drag king and queens and he finally got over his fears and now he sometimes does drag king makeup looks for fun (IM GONNA KEEP ON DANCING AT THE PINK PONY CLUBBBBBB)

-Gets triggered by buttons that he doesn’t know the purpose. He will genuinely refuse to enter a room because of this and people have to reassure him they won’t blow everything up

-In pogtopia he could barely keep anything down from anxiety and stress so he gradually stopped eating all together (and as a punishment which i’m p sure is canon) All he would ever eat are saltine crackers, potatoes and sometimes chicken if he bothered to go hunt for some

-His boots in L’manburg were platform boots. He made them that way so more people could see him when he spoke or gave commands during war. Everyone always wondered how he seemed to naturally good at running and walking in them but little do they know he had a goth phase and developed those skills then

-He braided c!fundys hair a lot when he was a kid so sometimes he will try to braid c!tommy’s hair even though his is too short to try and remember the bond he and his son used to have

-When the burger van is closed, he sings along to songs really loudly and he doesn’t like to admit that people can hear him screaming the lyrics to american idiot or some shit

-Has been journaling his life since he was about 9 years old. He still has every single journal he’s ever kept and he gave his one from when he was revived to c!tommy before he left to go home

-He ended up having to admit himself to a psychiatric facility soon after arriving home since he was really struggling to get better by himself and it’s one of the best decisions he can recall making in recent years. He’s doing a lot better now and is with the right therapists and on the right meds with the right accommodations

-Masked his autism so much that he genuinely laughed at his doctor when she told him he was autistic. It took him a while to accept himself and unmask

-He hallucinates a lot. Mostly his are audio and visual hallucinations and they really scare him. It’s makes it hard to talk and interact with people sometimes

-Massive pothead. He’s been smoking weed since he was 17 and while he doesn’t do it as much anymore, he does have a specific bathrobe he will go out into his yard to smoke in atleast once a week

-He scarily flexible. It freaks people out and he loves to mess with people by contorting into weird and strange positions

-He especially prefers ranged weapons after revival because swords trigger him. Once c!quackity pulled one on him out of anger during and argument and that’s the first and only time c!quackity has ever seen him go completely silent while arguing with him

-Has definitely written fanfiction before.

-Eats shit like chapstick or cigarettes just to spice his life up a little

-Swore he would quit drinking but he still raided c!phils fridge for beer a week after being revived and drank atleast 3 cans

-c!quackity never wanted to admit he was in love with c!wilbur so he kept on telling him that they weren’t together and all they were ever going to be were rivals with benefits and he ended up really hurting c!wilbur when he wanted to take their relationship further by saying this and it made c!quackity so upset with himself that he ended up ghosting c!wilbur when he came to apologize to him (KNEE DEEP IN THE PASSENGER SEAT-)

-Secretly collects fidget/stim toys and uses them when no one is looking. But unbeknownst to him everyone can hear him when he is mashing the keys down on a little keyboard fidget he bought for himself. (I headcanon him as HoH so if he doesn’t bring it up to his ear he can barley hear it)

-Secretly went to the pride events that las nevadas held because he had never been to any form of pride celebration or parade and he definitely cried (he won’t admit that)

KEEP THE ASKS COMING I WILM GET TO THEM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE

[yurideification]

Current draft of chapter 1. Feedback appreciated, doesn't necessarily have to be constructive (though would obviously be appreciated):

Beatrice I

In a cramped, filthy apartment, surrounded by food scraps of various types, a woman dressed in all gray and with visible bags under her eyes sat hunched over a half-broken ThinkPad. As she observed the green-tinted imageboard that was currently displayed on the screen and mulled over its contents, a cheeto-covered hand shot down onto the keyboard - its left counterpart busy shoveling more cheese puffs down the woman's throat. At the top of the website, a large banner image decorated with various pyramids and eyes read,

“/OC/ - OCCULT & ARCANE”

With a swift move of her free hand she moved the mouse cursor to a small rectangle labelled “REPLY”. She clicked on it, and a large text box appeared on the screen. Moments later, she began writing. 

"Look, personally, this is all very interesting, but I think you're putting too much emphasis on the contents of the dreams, rather than WHEN they're happening. The Age of Aquarius is coming soon, which means what you're hearing is obviously some higher form of Enochian, and at BEST it's probably demons."

Click. Post. 

Another argument saved, she thought to herself as she scrolled up to the top of the thread and started rereading what had started off the whole discussion. 

TITLE: NIGHTMARES?

DESCRIPTION:

“hello /OC/ !! ever since i was a teen ive been having weird dreams almost every night. ive never really thought about them deeply but maybe one of you /oc/cultists could help me figure out whats going on, so here goes nothing. theyre varied and have shifted over the years but theres some common elements i can guess will always come up when i fall asleep. the most notable though is the language. its not really a language, but really a feeling? but ive always thought about it as one. i see visions of random things, and i associate it with a thing, and sometimes hear a sound or feel an emotion, but its all so random i can never make sense of it.

i see a mountain and i hear what sounds like a clock ticking. then im struck with a feeling of euphoria and i see the mountain melting into a valley. i see an apple. then two, then four, then six and eight and twenty, and with each new one im struck with a feeling of absolute dread. i see the planet, and i see a very large worm crawling out of it while a pop song is playing. melancholy. i dont know what it means, but it clearly means something, and ive spent the last couple years trying it out but im not getting anywhere on my own. please help me.”

Nothing she hadn’t seen before, though the thought of there being a pattern in what at first seemed like just random noise intrigued her more than she perhaps at first would have liked to admit. Scrolling down to the bottom again, she passed by several more snippets of dreams that the author had posted in response to people asking for more details.

A house burning in reverse, wind chimes, deep insatiable lust. smell of blood. then the entire thing plays in reverse again.

A woman she didn't recognize that gradually morphed into a lawn chair, combined with a chemical smell.

Screaming for several straight seconds until she woke up in a cold sweat, with no other associated imagery.

Naturally, the thread was filled with hundreds of other people speculating about what it could possibly mean and arguing with each other, the cheeto-covered woman only being one of them - not even being the first to suggest that it might be the language of the angels. One particularly persistent user kept spamming links to their self-published e-book about "Dream Linguistics: The Hidden Language of the Unconscious Mind." Another claimed they'd had the exact same dreams in 1987 and that they predicted the stock market crash that year.

"Classic hypnagogic hallucinations combined with sleep paralysis. Take some magnesium and try sleeping on your right side."

"The worm is obviously Ouroboros imagery, but inverted. Have you been experimenting with any chaos magick recently? IMPORTANT."

"Sounds like standard astral projection gone wrong. I can help but you'll need to wire me 500 crowns first for the proper materials."

"Anyone who says this isn't related to the planetary alignments is a fed or a fool. Look up the Ophiuchus Protocol."

The person at the computer finished scrolling down to the bottom, and hit refresh. The page took a bit to reload, but when it finished, there was a new reply.

“hey everyone, OP here. I really appreciate all the help, and youve all been really wonderful, but im gonna stop replying now. its late, and i need to get to sleep. im still not really sure what all the dreams are but i do feel somewhat closer to an answer. good night !!”

Over so soon after I found it, the woman thought to herself. 

Disappointing.

Upon having read it over a few times, she closed her laptop with a sigh, and laid down on it with her arms folded. Without the light of the laptop screen the room was pitch black - no lights were on, nothing shining in from the open windows subtly guiding the cool night air into the 11th floor apartment. If they were on, perhaps you'd be able to see the absolute mess on the floor. The scattered clothes, the filthy, days-old dishes stacked on the floor after they stopped fitting on the desk, the even older takeout containers and miscellaneous beer bottles. The occasional discarded cigarette pack, some visibly crushed. 

Here and there, evidence of her various obsessions littered the floor - tarot cards scattered like fallen leaves, crystals gathering dust in the corners, half-burned candles dripped onto printouts of ancient symbols. A dream journal lay open on the coffee table, its pages covered in cramped handwriting that grew increasingly erratic towards the margins. Books on symbolism and mythology formed precarious towers against the walls, their spines cracked from repeated consultation.

In the entrance hallway, having been covered by the same jacket for several weeks, there laid an unopened letter.

To Bea, with love ~

Adeline and Missy

A personalized hell, of sorts. 

As if straining against the dark itself, Beatrice raised herself up slowly and stretched for a few seconds, before letting her arms fall down again. She stared dead-eyed into the wall that had previously been blocked by her laptop screen, and then got up. Carefully, as to not step on anything that'd puncture her feet or make her slip, she walked through the apartment and out the open door onto her balcony - if it could even be called that. In truth, it was far too small, and only had barely enough space for someone to stand on. Her bare feet hit the outside exposed concrete, and she rested her arms on the metal of the outcropping, taking in the city outside.

It was beautiful, and so, so very large. Saint Vincent was one of the largest cities on the Magellanic east coast, and the cultural and economic capital of the Federation of Victoria, only surpassed by true giants such as Goldbridge and Sun City. Beatrice's apartment building, situated at the top of the large hill the city was built on, had a perfect view of its enormous, sprawling mass - The May Bridge on the far side, going into Greater Toone, and before that, all the various city districts;

There was Bayside right near the bridge, with its tall, imposing financial skyscrapers and the mayoral tower somehow towering above all of them, in turn bordered by The Lows and Little Vincent - the “rich kid’s club” - districts characterized by their large hotels, casinos and multi million-crown expensive mega-mansions that faced the bay. Go back in the direction you came from and you'd eventually reach Huttons, the former cultural and artistic center of the city, but whose prices were now rising to the point that it was becoming almost impossible for any actual artists to live there, although it still had some of the best bars in the city. In recent years there'd been sporadic attempts to de-gentrify it, but naturally all of those had failed at the hands of the very wealthy investors in the district who didn't want “criminals” to move in. 

Bordering Huttons was Bayside again, Central, characterized mostly by being home to the city's train hub and university - named, predictably enough, Vincent university - and the Lower Hills, where Beatrice currently resided. Beyond even here there was the Upper Hills, Teodora and the industrial district - colloquially called the smogs - and eventually Outer Vincent with its large, sprawling suburbia.

But really, who cares about a bunch of faceless smoke stacks and single family homes, Beatrice thought to herself. 

A cigarette was lit, the flame of her cheap lighter briefly illuminating her sunken face in the darkness. For a couple minutes, she stayed like that, silent, observing. It was a beautiful star-lit night, occasionally interrupted by something new from below - a cough, a shout, a police siren. More distant bangs than was perhaps usual. The kids playing down on the street below, their giggles and laughter softly echoing up to her.

A car whizzed by, its bright lights cutting through the night like knives through butter. 

The city breathed around her, alive with all its secret rhythms and hidden patterns, indifferent to her presence on the edge of it all. 

Eventually, with a sigh, Beatrice threw the cigarette over the edge and walked back into her pitch-black apartment, the door closing behind her with a soft thud. She stood there for a long moment, the door hard against her back, when suddenly, something echoed out and disturbed the dark stillness of the apartment. A pling, just once. Then again - pling.  It took her a moment to figure out what it was, and then, it hit.

My phone? Is someone trying to contact me? Fuck off… when was the last time I heard that sound? I should set it on do not disturb when I can…

Lumbering slowly, she made her way through the apartment, into the bedroom where her phone was sitting on a bedside table. Picking it up and holding it in her hand her first thought went to spam, and a soft irritation started growing inside her - then, however, she properly read the messages, and that irritation rapidly shifted into something resembling curiosity. 

“BEATRICE SCHWARZ: YOU have been graciously selected for an invitation to a ONCE IN AN AEON OPPORTUNITY. At VICTORIA MEMORIAL PARK, on the TWENTY-SECOND of NOVEMBER in the year 235, at 23:00, the GREAT SERENISSIMA will give YOU AN EXPERIENCE YOU CAN NEVER FORGET. (entrance fee: 50 crowns.)”

What is this, a circus or something?, Beatrice thought incredulously. She looked at the time. 

22:27.

Shit. 

Panicking, she rushed out into the hallway and put on the dirty, crumpled jacket that laid near the door. Five minutes later, she was down on the street. 

✿

As she walked, the city's geography unfolded around her like a well-worn map. She passed by the 24-hour laundromat with its eternal fluorescent glow, through the small park where the local cats held their midnight conferences, across the bridge over the commuter rail tracks that carried thousands of suburban workers into Central each morning. Each landmark, though familiar to her, simultaneously felt oddly strange - like seeing old friends again, an uncomfortable kind of nostalgia. It made her yearn for the comfort of her apartment again, though curiosity overpowered her every step of the way. 

The neon sign of Lucky's Corner Store buzzed and flickered as she walked by, its proprietor visible through the grimy windows, engaged in his nightly ritual of reorganizing the same shelf of canned goods he'd been fussing with for the past decade. She'd bought her first tarot deck there, hidden behind the counter with the cigarettes and lottery tickets. Mr. Lucky – not his real name, she assumed – had given her a knowing look as he rang it up, but never commented on her increasingly esoteric purchases she'd made over the years.

Victoria Memorial Park sat at the intersection of old money and new decay, a remnant of the city's more genteel past now caught in the undertow of urban change. During the day, it maintained a careful veneer of respectability with its manicured lawns and historical plaques. But at night, the old iron gates and overgrown corners revealed its true nature – a place where the city's carefully maintained boundaries began to blur.

As she approached the park's entrance, movement caught her eye – others were converging on the park from different directions. A woman in an expensive business suit, her heels clicking purposefully on the pavement. A teenager with a backpack covered in hand-drawn symbols. An elderly man leaning on a carved wooden cane that looked more ceremonial than practical. None of them acknowledged each other, but all moved with the same deliberate purpose.

The park's central lawn opened up before her, and there, in the soft glow of the antique lampposts, she saw them. Arranged in a perfect circle were perhaps two dozen people, seated on the ground. They were as diverse a group as Saint Vincent could produce – she spotted suits that probably cost more than her monthly rent sitting next to tattered thrift store jackets, gray-haired professors next to teenagers with dyed hair and facial piercings. Some sat straight-backed and alert, while others seemed to slouch with exhaustion or disinterest. All of them, however, faced inward, their attention focused on something in the center of the circle that Bea couldn't quite make out from her current position.

The air felt different here – thicker somehow, charged with an expectation that made the hair on the back of Bea's neck stand up. This wasn't like the amateur séances and half-hearted rituals she'd participated in before. This felt real. She took a step forward, and the circle parted to make room for one more. As she moved to take her place, she caught a glimpse of what lay in the center of the circle, and immediately felt an emotion she felt like hadn’t felt in years - not since she got that letter from her uncle, all those years ago.

Confusion.

[mybiasisexo]

Hi! Hope u had a great day!

Can I just vent for a sec? If u don’t mind?

Okay here it goes… I rly need solo stans to shut. the. fuck. up. Like rly I do. As we know, Baek had his concert (which looked fantastic btw! I’m so proud of him!) and ofc, some of members came to show their support (im sure if Sehun and Jongin weren’t enlisted/busy they’d be there. Same goes for Yixing). However some miserable people wanted to use this ammunition or proof (whatever the fuck they want to call it) that the members don’t like each other, completely over analyzing their actions/words. Tbh, it’s mainly Kyungsoo and Baekhyun stans I see this from. Tho some other solo fandoms have been yapping about too. For some reason, they’ve gotten brave since Ksoo and CBX left sm (ofc I’m happy that they’re out of the shithole that’s sm). Like it’s 20-fucking-24! And yall still don’t believe that they like each other yet? Seriously? They’ve been together for nearly 15 years at this point. And they are FUCKING GROWN ASS ADULTS! If they didn’t like each other or want to be around each other, then they wouldn’t interact at all outside of work. Yet, how many times do we hear stories of ppl running into them while they’re on LITERAL “DATES” WITH EACH OTHER. Stop treating them like they’re in high school ffs! Every time any member is asked about exo during solo activities, they always say how they’re lucky to have them and that they’re family/brothers/lifelong friends.

If you don’t like the group or certain members, fine. That’s how you feel. I can’t change that. But you need to shut your damn mouths and show some respect! As the saying goes: if you have nothing nice to say, then don’t say anything at all. Just remember, any of them members would burn you all alive to keep the others warm. Without a second’s hesitation.

Sorry, damn, I rly needed to get this off my chest. Thanks for listening to my rant lol. 😂

Damn. Yknow I’ve been lucky enough to miss this discourse and I’m glad cause solo stans make me sad bro 😔. I truly can’t understand the concept when it comes to exo. They are one god dammit!!!!

But yeah you’re spitting nothing but facts! Exo have proven years ago that they are more than just coworkers and it’s such a tired argument. If they really didn’t care for each other they would disband. They’re literally staying with sm to remain together like ??? If that don’t prove their loyalty idk what does.

Solo stans can gag bro cause exo ain’t going anywhere and they love each other lmfaoooo like huh???

[bonesandthebees]

bones you're so good at writing complex characters !

the argument in chapter 9 was so interesting because nobody was really "right" in it. tubbo (and sam/ponk) definitely has a point in wanting to kill wilbur, because he did try to kill tommy! wilbur's proven he can be dangerous and tubbo doesn't really have any reason to like wilbur

and tommy DOES have a good reason to want to keep wilbur alive- i think he's starting to realize just how fucked up wilbur's mindset is, and maybe to feel bad for him. but from tubbo & the others' perspective, he IS being really strange, because they don't know that much about wilbur and to them, tommy is just staying around the guy who literally tried to kill him. so they're just trying to get tommy to see how weird he's being by doing that

phil and techno do bring up a really good reason to keep wilbur around. but i wonder if they will/would realize how little power wilbur really had over schlatt? if they DID kill wilbur and another pythia took wilbur's place (which i doubt will happen, but it's an intresting hypothetical) i wonder if they'd realize nothing was changing? i doubt schlatt would listen to ANY pythia, so it wouldn't really make a huge difference if wilbur did get replaced

sorry im not really great at analysis like some of your other anons i just thought this chapter was really interesting and i just wanted to let you know how much i'm enjoying glass!

all the characters are good people and they're trying to do the right thing, they just don't know everything and so they do and say things that seem, to us, wrong. because we DO know about wilbur's background and mindset. but they don't !

[could i maybe be 🦦 anon?? if that's available? i don't know if you have a list anywhere but i haven't seen anyone take 🦦]

aaaa thank you so much!! yes that argument was so fun for me to write because I got to show off so many different povs and character motivations. no one is really in the 'wrong', they all have valid reasons for acting the way they are. tommy has reason to like wilbur but almost no one else does. in tubbo's eyes, he tried to kill tommy and has been nothing but a petty asshole since he got there. yes they kidnapped him, but tubbo's more focused on the safety of his best friend.

honestly the deathlings aren't gonna be able to realize how little influence he had over the government until he tells them outright. they can guess, but they won't really get it unless wilbur tells them that schlatt never cared about his input.

also don't apologize your analysis is still very welcome!! I love just hearing peoples thoughts on my writing it makes me so happy. I'm so glad you're enjoying and I'm thrilled that you like all the conflicting characters and motivations going on. it's exactly because they don't know wilbur's thoughts or background but we do. that's something you have to keep in mind when reading any of my stories

welcome to the anon club otter anon!

[twistpixel]

Hello! Thoughts on Robin Jason? Personally love Barr's run and how he writes him :) and also what do you think should be done to his current character? How should he grow? It sucks that RH was written as a temporary mantle for him (and he'd briefly??? Lost it for a good few issues post countdown to final crisis) and now he's sort of in this limbo position in the narrative. Would love to hear ur thoughts! Thanks!

Hello! Yes, my thoughts are on robin Jason. I also like Barr’s robin! I don’t think he is the only good Jason writer, one of my fav robin Jason moments is a post death flashback where he’s wearing a robin suit with snow pants and throwing snowballs at his opponents. It’s so little boy charming.

I am not a starlin enjoyer. 100 wealthy republicans died and it never gets brought up again but that would be their 9/11. Even the cult, which is enjoyable, is goofy because of the death toll. Flocks of vultures would have their migratory flight paths forever altered to make a pit stop in Gotham because of the generational memory of the carrion created by starlin alone.

Wingman and the secret ID and why Bruce wanted him to join Batman inc and why Jason said yes and the memory of the dead alt Bruce who gave Jason the RR suit is something so chewable.

I really like red hood as a name for Jason and I don’t want him to leave it. I don’t live for the hoodie muzzle but over time I’ve accepted what I cannot change -_-

Zdarsky had jason out his guns up in Cheer and it was like okay DC does not want to be associated with making impressionable teens think gun violence is cool. And then he has them again.

I don’t think jasons’s drifting feeling is because of his moral conflict, because moral conflicts are interesting. They drive stories. He just doesn’t have a book. And because he doesn’t have a book he can be added to anyone who wants to add him and they can pretty much make him do whatever they want, so he’s inconsistent.

Task force Z was a way of Jason conflicting with Bruce ideologically without it being a revert. Idk it’s just been happening since brothers in blood, picking up winicks cool toy and making him stupid/crazy/have flimsy morals. I don’t wanna sound like I’m huffing winicks ink he has his problems, but winick written Jason just clearly has so much more Meat even when superficially what’s happening with him is similar. Im sorry I’m an old head and like older comics more than newer ones, winick is never going to write Jason again and I don’t want him to.

I think it’s a really big mistake to be like “Jason doesn’t fit anywhere he doesn’t have any niche”. His niche is that I like him, and even without being willing to kill his morals are different and he can be used to tell different stories, he just needs a writer that respects him (and I don’t mean agrees with uth Jason’s morals) to pick him up again. Tfz wasn’t only about Jason but like….

People parrot “Jason doesn’t have a niche other characters fill his role” point and it’s to me like a self-defeating argument because other characterS (emphasis plural) overlap with Jason and that overlap removes Jason’s raison d’être, why don’t the other multiple characters cancel eachother out, only Jason? It’s just a longer worse way of saying “idk I don’t like him”

Sorry this just became negative 😭 the only thing Jason needs to have a position in the narrative is to have a writer that respects him and takes him seriously and comes up with a plot he’s a pivotal part of. He has, since before he’s been robin, been a driving force for the plot like Jason leaves when he doesn’t like something and he goes toward things he thinks could be better.

My kingdom for anyone on screen trying to understand Jason, and meet him where he’s at instead of the other way around, and for it to blow up in their faces and not work out but come out of the other side changed. If that makes any sense.

[always-me-meha]

*update* She said okay as long as he rips out carpet lol I don't think he happy xD she wants him to rip out a couple chunks for last nights stay and some more if he stays tonight 🫣 kind or figured there'd be a catch, they got annoyed we'd do nothing but hide in my room all summer instead of at least helping cut the grass or something, which he did actually offer on his own to do it before lol I'm sure if they asked he would've more often. I think this is her way of just being a dink tbh lol but hey if it gets him on her good books again 😬

Aghhhh I don't see why she'd say no.....

it's not like we go anywhere or do anything, at least she knows (that inner protective momma bear)

I'm safe getting stoned here at home, playing videos games/watching movies, in my room, we don't even leave it to bother her vs her being worried if I'm gambling or driving stupid or getting into some sort of trouble.

Ended up being a long long one as I had a wicked word vomit. If ya wanna keep reading lol.

Which we all know there is certainly trouble boiling in town. SO YES. I'd like one more night with my guy, safe at my house, no jib temptations, he can go home tomorrow, then I stay home till Tuesday.

Wahhh that's so long without my love 🥺💔

Ps. Fucking crazy I'm saying my love now..... like wow never ever did I think that.

Getting back on track....

Us trying to communicate through messenger is still a struggle agh. We were arguing yesterday, over my gambling boo boo, that I was seriously surprised he still came over anyway. Like aweeeeeee ♡ I'm sooo happy he did.

I don't care, even when we fight I still like to see him! Even if im grouchy and say I don't wanna haha I still always run to him when I CAN, anyway. Point being, it's nice he's here with me rn, and I'd love one more night 🥺

He knows it to, things get shitty the moment I go home, or I guess when we're apart, why when I was at his place he asked me to get my dog and stay with him lolol didn't want me going home and then another argument starts 🙄

I'm guilty to being one that probably starts it most of the time hehehehe I don't mean to. I just get depressy and shit..... I start over thinking, and then I over react to the way he responds to me, when i dont hear the responses i want. Then he gets upset and boom aghhhh fuck we'll work through it, we have to being we live in two separate towns. Not that far away but ain't no walk unless you like walking the distance....

Lmfao, I will walk 500 miles!

I just, like I said I'm constantly watched by my mother smh, I feel like I always need permission.... it fucking sucks. But that's what mental illness, suicidal attempts and fucking stupidity does to you I guess. I make poor choices obviously, I am grateful she toughs it out and supports me tho. I'm not easy to manage 😬. Her and my step pop are protective over me cause they careeee.

Like hell, they had to pick me up from the hospital like an hr away cause I was driving on the rim of my tire on the highway having a mental break down and I was highly intoxicated to. Luckily the blower couldn't get an accurate reading annnnd they fucked up the weed ticket so it got thrown out.

Hmmm oh yes I was involved in a police chase, not my fault I was basically knocked out drunk in the passenger. My step pop had to pick me up the morning after when i woke up on my friends couch, luckily not in the drunk tank lol

Lastly, my fucking psychotic break where I ended up hiding in a field on the Trans highway a province from home that the popo searched 2 hrs for me before I hopped up cause the green flashing light meant go... anywho 7 days later I think ya, the folks had to do a road trip to the city (in that province) to pick my ass up from the mental ward. Funny I was suppost to stay for 3 weeks but guess they couldn't handle me BAHAHA

Not to mention my OD, from when I was living alone..... ya almost lost me there. Thankyou for caring bosses that came to look for me when I didn't show up for work 💖

So you can see why they're protective eh? Oh and they know how I start getting alil more crazy when I'm involved with a guy, that's another thing they hate 👀 idk why it happens it just does, all my emotions go up 5-10 notches. Then they're the ones at home stuck dealing with the ups and downs from me. So I see why they hate it but it sounds selfish to me LMAO JKJK

Then of course the first man I date in years is like the most..... perfect guy 😉 that makes them so 'happy' for me..... anyway to me he is, yeah there's alot of shit that could possibly out weigh the good between us..... but let's just see where the ride takes us? (Mmmm , i think i said this before with him and that ended in a loud bang....then again we are dating now so it could be different, but yes many unnecessary emotional breakdowns for sure are about to happen, fuck. Stoopid bipolar making me sensitive as fuck when I know there's a bad ass bitch in there lol)

Like damn, I wish I was still like idk.... positive about things and giddy like 2020, when I thought i was head over heals for this guy, I never got triggered or anything, I knew how to calm myself down for him and stop overthinking and trust him. Hell he was in my bed sleeping that day I walked to the post office and caige seen and messaged me for the first time. I was so dedicated to this other guy I asked him if it was okay if I could chill with caige. Which he said yes. Just silly cause we were still just getting to know eachother (obv it was a spark that died quick due to my mental health, i had that psychotic break that i guess spooked him off lol), anyway thats how i started hanging with caige who somehow became my now love ❤️ who accepted me before n after my mental snap 🥰

And he's sleeping like a baby as I type this, that's when men are the cutest lol

Sorry yall I'm just over thinking and chatty rn.

[squidsawayfromhome]

obey me nsfw thoughts in the devildom

i would let mammon do ungodly things to me after an argument like messy messy hate sex where we both are switching and cursing each other and bending eachother to our whims i would ride him and tell him how useless he is degrade him and he would like it then hed flip me over and make me beg for him and praise him ugghhbnfnndndn

asmo i would let pda me any time anywhere anyhow also in private anything he wanted i would do it ill fold every time any time he wants risky public sex im game for him literally i would do anything he wanted but i would never date him or have like romance but we would be fwb and he would dom me 100% and sometimes just use me and im strapping from the bottom and hes riding me having the time of his life and of course mirrors always

beel would eat me out with a vigor the world has never seen before. we tried whipped cream and chocolate syrup once but he got too excited and almost vored me. lots of food dates feeding each other and cuddling with food babies. hes boyfriend material and its almost entirely romantic except for the occasional hunger for sex once the food metabolizes. hes so considerate and safe all the time and especially in bed

levianthan left his phone on the couch unlocked and i opened it only to see what had to have been hentai i locked it put it down and kept that shit to myself

satan would have me in the palm of his hand once i decide to trust him and he would read me so easily and always catch my eye even when everyone is chaotic he is very intentional and plans every move he makes well. he is meticulous and attentive in bed remembering exactly what i like and making mental notes every time learning about my body and every little reaction i have to him. he makes sure to start turning me on hours and hours before he touches me. he will whisper in my ear something filthy so only i could hear him. he would pull me into a chaste kiss when no one is looking then act like nothing happened. he will touch my back or neck absentmindedly sending tingles through my body. he knows exactly what he does to me and he enjoys every second of it. he likes to watch me squirm until i am at my limit. if i offend him he makes me ask perfectly nicely and cutely to get what i want after a long day of being teased relentlessly. he drives me crazy in the best way

the way lucifer would literally have me in a chokehold (safely) as he hits every mark emotionally and physically romantically and sexually intimately he just does the exact thing that hits just right and takes my breath away. one look from him and i am soaking and writhing and needy. he looks down on me with a low laugh and i deny everything. he knows though and acts distant until i cave and throw myself at him and you know cat and mouse a game of push and pull with a brat/ tamer undertone where i always need to be punished i always need HIM TO PUNISH ME AND YES I WILL CALL HIM DADDY and if im a little too close with someone else he gets so sulky until i give him a lot of extra attention (head) then he couldnt care less about anything else in the world and its just us and he is mostly very intense but when its pillow talk he talks for hours just stories philosophy his long long life knowledge that i just drink up until i fall asleep with my head on his chest his arm wrapped around me my leg in between his. the sound of his heartbeat and breathing is my lifeline. every time i look into his red eyes i feel like im on fire. every time his red nailed fingers brushes or grabs or scrapes my skin its ecstasy

i wanted to get with simeon so badly but he only wanted to bottom which i got tired of after awhile, i want someone more dominant, we stay friends

[twinkleimagines]

frenemies

summary: You catch feelings for your nemesis Rafe Cameron and notice his change of how he started interacting with you, so you begin and hoping he feels the same, so you decide to take the risk to confront him and see what his true intentions are.

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LONG!

Part two, part 3 , part four (final)

Warning: Language, smut, physical and verbal fighting.

Rafe Cameron.

The most loved and also the most hated Kook in the OBX.

You and your pogue friends despised this guy, or at least you were suppose to.

But for some reason, between all the bickering you two had done over the summer, you've managed to fall for him.

I know- what the fuck.

It blew your mind too. He was never nice. Always making fun of the Pogues, practically humiliating you all every chance he got. You guys were nothing but broke thieves who took whatever you wanted no matter who it hurt. You guys were scum, the dirt on the bottom of his shoe, a bunch of nobody's that will never make it anywhere in life.

Which is obviously not true, but to Rafe - that's what you ‘dirty Pogues’ were.

You didn’t care for the name calling though. You honestly could say the same thing about the Kooks. They cheat their way into life, never have to work for anything , always have mommy and daddy's money to get them through any obstacle. But you knew not all Kooks were like that. Take your best friend Kiara for example. She's a 'kook' by the book, but by the streets she’s a Full Pogue at heart.

but for some reason though, Rafe would spend most his time trying to find a way to harass the shit out of you specifically. He could have a million Pogues around him yet he always found his way through the crowd to have some conversation with you even if it was to drag your name through the mud.

You first realized the feelings you had for Rafe when you began craving his presence.

It was the annual bonfire that you and your friends had went to , a place where all teens and young adults mixed from all clicks. Tourists, Pogues, and even Kooks. Everyone was there.

You stood next to the fire with JJ and Pope, two of your closest friends as the night grew louder, more people filling in. You watched the crowds as the piled up on the sand, but your eyes roamed for Rafe himself. You were almost mad at yourself for actively searching for him. And it wasn’t even like you were looking for him so you could avoid him, but searching so you could see him and hopefully grab his attention.

You continuously questioned yourself as to Why you were looking for this jerk off to begin with. All he was going to do was put you down and try to humiliate you in front of all of your friends.

But for some reason, when your eyes landed on that tall brown headed boy, his hair for once not greased back, a wide grin on his face as he wore a black t-shirt and a red cup in his hand- your heart fluttered. You began to grin slightly, seeing him in the distance.

Despite how much of an ass hole he was, Rafe was unbelievably hot. He was toned, Tall, jaw line so sharp it could probably cut you and you could get lost in those blue eyes of his. It excited you so much when he would give you attention. Even the negative attention. At this point you just enjoyed looking at him and hearing your name flow out of his mouth.

"earth to Y/n" JJ spoke out stepping out in front of you blocking your view to Rafe, and ultimately bringing you out of your trance.

“huh” you responded dumbfounded .

“Pope thinks I’m stupid for eating food with mold on it” JJ said throwing his hands up, you grin as you watched the blonde boy try to seriously defend his theory. Pope’s eyes widened throwing his hands up as well, looking towards you for agreement.

“It’s a Fungi bro! nothing good comes from Eating mold!” Pope argued back. JJ shook his head, disagreeing with Pope’s statement .

“dude, mold is good for you ok it’s just a natural organism “ He stated, dropping his hands down to his sides.

“You’re fucking nasty” You laughed out before pushing onto JJ’s shoulder. You hadn’t realized it yet, but your laugh caught a certain boy’s attention. the moment Rafe heard that familiar tune, his head turned to your direction, his eyes focused on you as you threw your head back with laughter.

“Well well well if it isn’t Ms. Sarah Cameron “ JJ spoke as he walked up towards one of your best friend, John B, and Rafe’s younger sister, Sarah. They both looked in your direction taking a few steps away from each other as if it wasn’t obvious that they were talking.

You didn’t hate Sarah per-say, but one time she did make out with your ex boyfriend while at a party. She claimed he told her he was single and she was just looking for a good night but Sarah was known for always wanting attention so you were doubtful on the fact that she was ‘unaware’ that he was your boyfriend.

You were the only one who knew John B’s crush on Sarah. He had started working for her father after his father went missing, and you were the only one who had caught on to his different approach when Sarah was ever mentioned, or how his cheeks would go slightly red when she would walk by. You didn’t blame him, the Cameron siblings were fucking hot.

“Hi JJ’ Sarah said with a grin. You stood to the side of Pope, looking around for Kiara, only to find her sat with a group of more Pogues talking their heads off.

JJ began trying to include Sarah into his previous ‘mold is good for you’ argument while your focus drifted off, your eyes roaming the crowd once again.

You managed to look back over to where you had first saw Rafe standing, only this time he was no where to be found.

“sarah baby c’mon” you heard someone say. You looked over, Your eyes widening to see Rafe and Topper standing in front of you next to Sarah. You knew this wasn’t a group that needed to be mixed, but seeing Rafe excited you. Your eyes landed on his, your heart beginning to flutter. You hated the fact that you two were enemies. It sucked looking at someone the way you did, knowing they were only looking back at you with hatred and pure disgust. At least you thought.

“Oh c’mon Topper can’t the girl just have a little fun?” JJ laughed out, his alcohol clearly running through his veins.

“You Pogues don’t know the meaning of fun JJ” Topper laughed out. You rolled your eyes shaking your head.

“Go the fuck on Topper “ you spat out, your eyes lifting some towards Rafe before going back to Topper. You could feel yourself kicking up a sweat, maybe from the alcohol , or maybe from the fact that Rafe’s eyes were already on yours when you looked at him. He even had a smirk plastered on his face, probably from the fact he gets off on the fighting.

“Oooohhh someone’s ballsy tonight huh?” Topper laughed bringing the attention to you.

“No im just sick and tired of you stuck up kooks always trying to ruin a good time” You scoffed out, crossing your arms over chest.

“Y/n you wouldn’t know the meaning of a good time if it slapped you in the face alright?” Rafe said. He furrowed his brows together when he realized a smirk rising on your face once you looked over at him. He didn’t know what to think considering the other times you were giving him an ‘ eat shit ‘ look, but this time it was almost as if you were happy he was commenting towards you.

“Oh right, having random hook ups and snorting a line of coke every night is a good time huh Rafe?” You scoffed out sarcastly. “ yeah I think I’ll pass” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“ Listen JJ you and your little bitch need to just go back to the cut where you came from-“ you glanced at Rafe, only to see him looking at Topper with anger as if he was upset at him for calling you that , but before you could further analyze his expression, JJ pushed against Topper’s chest, slinging Topper backwards.

“you watch your mouth” JJ spat out pointing his finger towards Topper’s face. John B quickly stepped in , pulling JJ back away from Topper who was now laughing like an idiot, excited for the action that he thought was about to happen.

“Yeah go ahead Johnny boy go ahead and play dad “ Topper spat out as John B continued practically dragging JJ away from the group. “just don’t go abandoning him like your dad did ” He yelled out. Your mouth flew open in shock, seeing John B stop in his tracks but before he could even respond, your hand slapped straight across Topper’s cheek, causing his head to bounce side ways.

“go suck on your moms tits some more you fucking prick” You scowled before turning on your heals, following your friends. You didn’t even bother to stick around for anymore commentary, your only goal at this point was getting your friends the hell away from here before all hell broke loose.

“never fails man” you heard JJ screamed out in anger as you made it to the parking lot all while Pope continued trying to hush them as they stood next to the twinkie.

“JJ chill!” Pope yelled out as he tried pushing JJ into the Volkswagen but to no avail.

“no man they always get to do and say whatever the hell they want and never get any repercussions for it !” he exclaimed.

He wasn’t wrong, they really did. And if the Pogues fought back they were deemed bad and out of control. You sighed heavily as you watched JJ try to calm himself down, only to realize you had left your phone on the Log you were originally sitting at by the fire.

“Fuck I’ll be right back” You stated, only for your arm to get grabbed by John B.

“No don’t go back there” He instructed but you shook your head.

“I’ll be fine I just left my phone. “ You exclaimed before making your way back down towards the crowd of people.

“Xcuse’ me “ you mumbled as you brushed past people, making your way to the fire.

“Y/n what happened?” Kiara asked popping up from the side, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll explain later , meet you at the twinkie ok? go calm JJ down” You responded, pointing behind you with your thumb towards the van. She rolled her eyes, realizing it was a fight that had happened before turning around, making her way to your friends.

“Just can’t stay away can you?” You heard from behind you. You turn around to see none other than Rafe himself standing proudly. You rolled your eyes before turning back around, walking towards the fire once again. Despite you usually being excited to see him, tonight really put things into perspective for you.

You really were just a ‘dirty pogue’ to these guys, nothing more. There was no point to continue entertaining the thought of anything ever happening between the two of you. You were enemies, and that was all you’d ever be.

“I just came to get something Rafe go away” You huffed out.

“Oh you mean this?” He yelled out , making you stop in your track. You turned around to see Rafe holding your phone up, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“Give me that” you demanded, reaching your hand out, but Rafe pulled back, pulling it out of your reach.

“Rafe!” You yelled out with anger. “Give me my fucking phone dude” You spat out , reaching out again.

“Well what’s in it for me?” he asked , that smirk still obvious on his face.

“Rafe , please” You sighed out, dropping your shoulders slowly giving up. Between the alcohol and it being so late, you didn’t have any energy in you at this point to argue and you were just ready to go home and crash. Rafe noticed the body change in you, his grin falling from his face.

“I’m sorry” he said softly as he held out your phone to you. You were shocked. Rafe apologizing? Nobody but his father had ever heard those words coming from him so for him to say this to you really took you by surprise.

You slowly took the phone from him, your brows furrowed together in confusion.

“uhm,” you said as you pulled your arm back towards yourself. “thanks” you mumbled before turning on your heels making your way back to your friends.

“Y/n stop arguing and just do it!” Your mom yelled at you as she pushed the cleaing cart your way. You had to work with your mom today at the country club unfortunately and you were not even the slightest bit happy about it. She needed help and ‘You teenagers don’t do anything for yourselves’ as she would say, so you were stuck cleaning the floors while she did whatever it is that she does.

“Okay!” you huffed out as you picked up the broom off of the cart, aggressively beginning to sweep against the floor. You rolled your eyes as she mumbled something else to you before walking away, leaving you to clean the room alone.

It wasn’t long after that you heard some familiar voices walking down the hall way towards the room you were in. It most definitely sounded like the horrible three, Topper, Kelce and Rafe. You quickly turned your back towards the door, hoping none of them would notice you since you were alone and you against 3 just didn’t sound like a good time. You continued sweeping as you heard the group laughing as they passed the room you were in, not even paying you no mind. You sighed with relief as you realized they hadn’t noticed you and continued back to sweeping the floors.

“Hey” you heard from behind you. You jumped up gasping loudly as you turned around quickly, only to see Rafe himself standing there .

“God – fuck Rafe you scared the shit out of me. “ You breathed out, your hand over your chest as you tried to calm your heart beat down.

“sorry” he responded. There was that word again that didn’t exist in Rafe’s dictionary. You caught yourself staring before you quickly snapped yourself out of your trance, placing your hand on your hip.

“What do you want Rafe?” You scoffed out. He smirked before walking over to one of the Desks that sat in the room. You watched as he sat down on the edge, grinning as he stared over at you.

“ Never seen you here before.” He stated. You rolled your eyes before you propped your elbow up on your broom, sighing heavily.

“my mom works here. I’m just helping” You exclaimed, not that it was any of his business anyway.

“Huh” He responded nodding his head. He kept quiet once again, leaving the room silent and you beyond confused. You eventually shook your head at him, indicating for him to continue, but he didn’t.

“Look Rafe “ you started, standing yourself up straight. “I have to get back to work so unless you’re here for something important, you can go the fuck on” you finished. Rafe hopped off the edge of the desk, taking a few steps towards you , his body now hovering over yours. You began to feel your heart pound again, this time from the nerves as he stood so close to you. The smell of his cologne, grass and sweat from his Golfing lingering in your nose. you felt your hands begin getting clammy as you tried to hold your composer, your breath hitched in the back of your throat.

Rafe slowly lifted his hands, placing it under your chin, his blue eyes focused on yours. You didn’t know what to do at this point. You’ve had one on one Arguments with rafe before but none where he stood this close, and this quiet with you.

“Rafe” You breathed out as he lifted your chin, your face close together. He grinned once again, leaning in closer to you.

“You’re so beautiful” He said softly. You stared back into his blue eyes for a second before leaning in slightly. You were taken back though as he let go of your face , taking a step back and putting his hands in his pockets.

“ see ya” He responded calmy before walking back out of the room, following back to his friends.

You stood in shock, confused by Rafes actions. You were for sure positive that he was going to kiss you but he didn’t.

“what the fuck?” you mumbled before shaking your head in confusion at Rafe’s actions. You sighed heavily before sweeping your broom across the floor again, trying to regain your compose.

Most of your day went on like normal. You finished work with your mom, your mind only focused on your brief conversation you had with Rafe earlier.

It sucked because you had feelings towards Rafe, and you couldn’t tell if you were overthinking his actions or if he actually was in to you as well.

You had come to a conclusion though- it was one of two options. He was either fucking with you, or he wanted to fuck you. And you were determined to find out by tonight.

“Here goes nothing” You sighed to yourself as you stood outside TannyHill, the outside lights lighting up the big white house. You quickly jumped over the concrete fence, your feet landing in the wet grass.

Your eyes roamed the balcony, trying to remember which area you had seen Rafe standing at before. You bit your bottom lip as you concentrated, only to see Rafe himself walk by one of the windows.

“gotcha” You spoke softly before crouching down some, doing a quick jog across the field in hopes no one would see you.

You quickly managed to climb your way up the house onto the balcony you had just recently seen Rafe at. This was one of the pro’s of being a Pogue. You guys were very athletic and could always find your way to anything no matter the obstacles. You stood catching your breath as your feet finally landed on the wooden floor, the area barely lit by the light from the windows.

“What the fuck am I doing?” You said to yourself as you stood in the dark outside of what looked to be Rafe’s bedroom. You ran your hands through your hair, turning back around to face the field.

“What the fuck am I doing?” you said to yourself again as you began pacing. This is Rafe we’re talking about. Of course this man is just fucking with you. He’s been nothing but a dick to you and your friends for years. why in God’s name would he want you now? You knew you weren’t’ ugly. You were in shape, had decent hair (Even though you probably smelt like sweat sometimes because of how much you spent outside with the gang) But for the most part you cleaned up well.

Plenty of guys wanted you- but you looked nothing like any of the rich girls Rafe hooked up with. Why would he ever want you? It was clear that he was only acting this way towards you so him and his friends could have a good laugh later.

You shook your head in disbelief that you even had the balls to climb this guys house and actually think you could even ask him if he was interested in you. You began to climb back over before you heard a door open. You froze instantly, hoping they wouldn’t see you in the dark but that was just wishful thinking.

“Y/n?” You heard someone say. You mumbled a ‘ fuck’ as you recognized the voice to be Rafe.

“Uhm” You replied awkwardly as you climbed down, turning towards him to face him.

“Care to explain?” He asked throwing his hand up in your direction.

“Uhh” You said awkwardly as you ran your hand through your hair before placing them down your side.

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing climbing up my house at fucking 11 at night” he spat out. You flinched slightly at the harsh tone of his voice, your eyes roaming everywhere but his face , afraid to look at him in humiliation.

“okay so” you started, looking down at your feet. You stood for a second, wondering how you were going to explain yourself without sounding like ta total creep.

“Alight fuck it. “ you breathed out, looking up at Rafe. “You’ve been acting weird towards me, and being all like nice and flirty one minute and a complete ass the next and like – I just need clarification “ You exclaimed before you took in a deep breath, staring at Rafe as you waited for a response. You bit your bottom lip as he continued staring at you with a blank expression.

“Well?” You repeated, but he stayed quiet. You rolled your eyes, annoyed with the mind games he continued to play. “Rafe what is it? You like me or are you like fucking with me?” You spat out in frustration.

He finally changed his expression, this time a cocky smirk forming on his face. He reached out, grabbing one of your hands before walking backwards, leading you to follow him into his bedroom.

“uhh Rafe?” You questioned, confusion written all over your face as his eyes continued staring into yours.

“I’m not explaining myself” He finally spoke, his hair draped over his eyes as he looked down at you. You scrunched your face up as he reached behind you, closing the patio door. He chuckled slightly at your confusion before taking a step back away from you. “I’m just gonna show you” He exclaimed before pulling against your arm, leading you towards the bed before pushing against your shoulder, making you flop down. Your eyes widened as he walked over towards you, a smirk never leaving his face as his hand reached up, pushing away the stray hair in your face.

“You know, I’ve wanted to fuck you for quite sometime” He stated, leaning forward. “I mean look at you,-“ his eyes looked down and then back up your body, landing back onto your eyes, “You’re hot as fuck” He responded. You didn’t have a clue on what to say, so you continued in the same spot , sitting on his bed propped up on your hands behind you.

“You know for a pogue,” He finished, chucking as you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“Why didn’t you say anything ?” You finally spoke, looking up at him through your lashes. His cocky smirk left his face, only to return shortly after.

“Had to make sure the feelings mutual.” He replied , standing back up straight.

“and Who said it was?” You asked , trying to build your confidence back up. Rafe’s smirk widened before he let out a chuckle, his finger pointed out towards the balcony you were just climbing a few minutes ago.

“You did” he replied . you lowered your head some without responding, knowing he wasn’t wrong. HE stared down at you for a few seconds before he leaned in, the tip of his nose touching yours.

“Rafe” You breathed out as he stayed teasingly close.

“Hm” he hummed, not moving his face.

“Just fucking kiss me already” You demanded. Rafe happily obliged, his lips colliding with yours. Your hands immediately made their way to the back of his head, tugging on his hair.

“You wanna lay down for me ?” He asked after a few minutes of your tongues fighting for dominance. You didn’t respond other than nodding before you slowly laid yourself down, your eyes not leaving Rafe’s. Rafe grinned before unbuttoning your shorts, tugging on them. You lifted your hips up from the bed, helping him slide your shorts down as your teeth clamped down around your bottom lip. He stared at your hot pink panties, seeing the darkened area as you were already soaked.

“Soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you” He indicated. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as attempted to lower your head in embarrassment even though he could see you. Your mouth flew open as Rafe leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your damp panties, applying friction against your clit. You moaned out, leaning your head back as he placed the palm of his hand against you, rubbing up and down at a slow pace.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, his voice low and deep. You bit your bottom lip before nodding your head. Rafe grinned before he tugged on your panties, pulling them down to your ankles.

“Spread your legs open baby” He demanded , his voice calming but deep and intimidating.

You grinned before slowly spreading them open, his eyes focused on your heated core the whole time.

You laid your back flat against his bed as he got down on his knees, pulling you by your hips down to the edge of the bed, your bottom hanging off directly across his face .

“Rafe” You moaned out as you felt his warm tongue glide along your slit, his tongue stopping against your clit before he enclosed his lips, sucking slightly. He wiggled his tongue back and forth as his inserted his two index fingers into you, curving upwards. You gripped your hands against his navy blue sheets, gasping loudly as his fingers hit against your g-spot, sending tingling feelings through your body.

Rafe took one of his hands and trailed it up your stomach under your crop top, his hand groping around breasts.

You continued moaning loudly as his finger tips swirled around your nipples while his other hand continued moving rapidly against you, his eyes looking up at you in admiration.

Rafe lifted himself up, his face close to yours as his fingers continued moving inside you.

Y/n” he called out softly causing you to open your eyed and look over at him.

He placed his lips against yours as he slowly grinded himself against your side, pushing his rock hard shaft against you.

“You wanna do this?” He breathed out as he looked down at you, the pace of his fingers slowing down. You nodded looking up at him, your heart nearly pounding out of your chest.

“Yes Rafe” you practically whined out. Rafe moved himself to where he was hovering over you, his lips placed against your neck as he pulled his joggers down some, his member popping against his abs. You breathed out deeply as you watched him line himself up before slowly sliding himself in.

“ fuck” He groaned out as he felt your walls wrap tightly against him. Rafe was not only long, but he was thick all the way around, filling you more than anyone had ever done before. You placed your arms around his neck, holding him close as he began moving his hips against you.

The room was silent, only the sounds of your deep breathing and small groaning from Rafe as he continued rocking his hips in you at a steady pace, one hand placed above your head as the other gripped tightly under your thigh to hold your leg up.

“Rafe go harder” You pleaded. Rafe instead stopped his movements completely before rolling you over onto your stomach. He pulled slightly against your hips causing your bottom to stick up in the air as your face was pressed into the bed.

You gasped loudly as Rafe inserted himself into you again from behind, the new position giving him access to going deeper in you, which was exactly what he did. You felt his hand land on the back of your head, pressing you deeper into the bed as he began grinding his hips deep into you. He began slow at first but then began giving you exactly what you wanted , slamming himself into you over and over again.

At this point the pleasure was overwhelming and you couldn’t hold the moaning in as he continued rocking his hips into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing the room.

“Fuck im gonna cum” Rafe groaned out deeply in your ear, the feeling of your tight warm walls around him bringing him close to his own climax. He began placing sloppy kisses on your back, his pace speeding up. You arched your back feeling yourself clench around him as you orgasmed, your clit pulsing. You whined out, tugging on his sheets as Rafe continued to pound into you, riding out your high.

“Fuck y/n “ Rafe groaned out as he quickly pulled out, pumping himself off shooting his load on your back.

You both stayed in the same position for a few more minutes as you tried catching your breath before Rafe grabbed a napkin from his nightstand, wiping your back off.

You rolled over, laying on your back as Rafe put his bottoms back On before looking back over at you out of breath. You grinned as your eyes roamed his glistening body, his abs very prominent and his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.

“ You should’ve definitely came to me sooner” you finally spoke out with a giggle. He sat down on the edge if the bed chuckling slightly.

“Yeah, that was nice. “ He responded. The room became silent, you both just sitting awkwardly while you laid on his bed still naked. After a moment of silence, you finally sat up, pulling his top sheet with you while getting up off the bed.

“Soo” You said awkwardly as you wrapped the sheet over your sweaty body.

“you can use the front door ” He responded looking up at you. You almost wanted to slap him at this point, realizing he was indicating for you to leave. You scoffed while rolling your eyes before turning away, picking your clothing up off the floor.

“What?” He asked as he continued sitting on the edge of the bed, noticing you aggressively picking your clothes up in anger.

“Nothing Rafe” you mumbled as you pulled your shorts back up up your legs, turning your back towards him.

“Hey” He responded standing up, grabbing your hand after you pulled your top over your head.

“What” You replied back, looking up at him with anger.

“I wasn’t saying you had to leave now I was just saying you didn’t have to climb down the house again” He exclaimed. You stood for a second before shaking your head.

“I should go anyways, it’s late” You replied before walking over towards your shoes, sliding them on over you feet. “but don’t worry I’ll take the balcony so no one sees me”. Rafe wanted to reply to your comment but instead he stayed quiet as he watched you make your way back to his balcony before stopping, leaving your hand on the doorknob.

“Uhm” You spoke , causing him to look up at you. “I’ll see you later?” You stated, more like questioned just for your own clarification. He grinned before nodding his head, walking towards you. He walked you out to the balcony, helping you over the edge before watching you climb down to the ground to make sure you made it down safely.

You did a light jog back towards the concrete wall before turning around, looking up at the balcony. You grinned when you saw him still standing there watching you. You gave him a wave before turning on your feet, climbing back over the fence and going home.

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[bi-demon-ium]

ok umm i've really not seen any kate stuff? anywhere? so i'd like to hear your thoughts on kate (preferably angst) please!! you are awesome btw <3

ok i don't actually know if you are intending to talk about book!kate or show!kate but i will be mostly if not completely discussing show!kate rip if that was not what you meant but i've seen the show a lot more recently

OKAY. so. i'll start small with some headcanons:

kate is soooo autistic. and adhd. audhd my beloved. yes i say this about pretty much every character i like but with kate it's PARTICULARLY true. (i believe i said in the mbs server the book!kate feels like she has adhd with a side of autism while show!kate feels like she had autism with a side of adhd and i stand by that. but it's vibes based not like, literal.)

but like she can have trouble expressing her feelings, even to herself. she'll either be unable to hide her reactions/expressions, or she'll barely have one at all, and seem unbothered. she's also very blunt and unafraid to state her opinion to anyone, even if it seems "rude". but she isn't rude, really, as it's not that kind of "blunt truth" some assholes like to parade about when they're really just being dicks to everyone. she's still kind, she only says something negative if someone has done something negative (ie, "you are very unpleasant" to someone actively antagonizing everyone in the room is on the table, but just randomly insulting someone for the sake of "blunt honesty" is not. she's never like, mean.)

also shes GAYYYY. or possibly bi, i don't have an opinion on that. on one hand lesbian energy on the other i could definitely see bi bi bi. but if you don't think her and martina got something on i don't know what to tell you. that being said i could also see her as a-spec, but not necessarily in a way that conflicts with Whatever's Going On With Martina. (to be fair, hpwever, one could argue martina was more into kate than vice versa, i could see an argument for aro kate for sure)

green beanie is comfort beanie. she very rarely takes it off. where do you think she got it? angsty answer is somehow it's from her dad, but realistically she probably got it later in life. (doesn't mean she didn't choose it for similar reasons, though... not knowing why she was drawn to the green hat, not remembering it's the same shade as one her father wore....)

also the bucket. i do wonder when she got the bucket. this one, while again a milligan-related reason would be super fucked up (in the fun sad way), i feel like. i feel like it's more that as a kid she felt like she needed to be Prepared. maybe something happened where she wasn't, or maybe she just felt like she wanted to be ready, just in case, all the time. but like. her getting a bucket, modifying it herself, experimenting with different ways to put it on her belt, the inventory changing over the years as some things were discarded or added over time... idk i just think. kate developing her bucket

kate & constance was so good and i want to see more of their friendship. so bad. each realizing the other isn't so bad bc they're forced to work together... chefs kiss. also, the only person other than mr benedict we really see constance actually seem to openly like in some capacity.

kate & sticky underrated. their talk before the cheating was such a good scene. i also want more of this dynamic

i should also mention kate & reynie, which i do genuinely like--the hug is sweet--but i admit is my maybe least favorite of the society dynamics with kate. although i do enjoy the contrast between kate "IM GONNA GO CLIMB THAT TOWER" wetherall and reynie "please why am i the only voice of reason holding this group together" muldoon

i've only explored it in that one fic but i actually think kate & mr benedict would be such a good dynamic, especially because in the show it's inexplicably established he's into engineering. LET THEM BOND OVER BUILDING WEIRD SHIT PLEASE

okay to get a little more into specifics methinks,

i just think a lot about kate like. immediately after season one, and--we'll just. we'll ignore season 2 for now, let's set this in my current anomalous idea of them all in season one (which, rip wetherall farm, but is currently number two & rhonda off at the airshows with mr benedict, constance, milligan, and kate in the house) so like just.

you've been alone your entire life. you've been independent, and you've grown up thinking that the only person you ever had just left you one day for no reason, and in doing so broke a direct promise. and then now, you not only have friends who've you learned to rely on and not just try and do everything yourself, but suddenly you have reliable adults. and more importantly, more specifically, your dad, who never left you but had been taken. had been erased, and even brainswept had never truly stopped looking.

and kate isn't stupid. she heard his story. she knows he must have been through Some Shit. and that he'd have come back if he could. but there's still that pain, that ache, of how long he was missing, for like, more than three quarters of her life! he vanished when she was 3! but now it's like. oh. he did want me. he was taken. he was taken.

so that's an almost identity altering shift in her worldview. and on top of that, her current world is now so completely different: rather than independence and circus life, she's got friends her age who genuinely like her, who she's bonded with through major adversity, and she has adults who actually listen to her and like her. and she has her dad.

and it grates sometimes--she's independent, she doesn't need to be treated like a baby! but also it's like. it's bizarre, because they care, but they don't condescend to her, they do understand she's intelligent and capable even if they want to protect her. and she's never really had adults like that before. not since she was three

so it's a weird mix of like being sort of happy/pleased, because they care, she can rely on them, and being kind of annoyed/frustrated because while she's learned she doesn't need to be entirely independent she still struggles with it. because she's kate wetherall, and she's always prepared, and she feels like she has to be prepared for what will happen if they leave if they're taken from her. she can't rely on them completely, can she? what happens when she loses them again?

and then the mix feelings of old long-buried resentment/anger under buried sadness/loneliness under a crisp crust of i'm perfectly fine, mixed with the new feelings of anger on his behalf, at curtain, sadness at the missing time, at how close he'd been for all these years without either of them knowing it, sadness for him, for herself. but like all of it is still like. under her trying to pretend like she's fine. (and her difficulty expressing emotions, even to herself, does Not Help.)

not to mention as much as genuinely loved the mission in some ways--her new friends (including martina), the adventure, helping people, her bucket coming crazy in handy, etc.--it wasn't exactly a cake walk.

she has nightmares, sometimes: about martina's face when she walked into the waiting room. about sticky's face when he walked out of it. about falling and falling and falling except there aren't warm, safe arms to catch her. about the nodes attached to her face and the long, metallic spires pointed at her, ready to wipe her like her father had been wiped. about her father leaving and never coming home, never being found. about being caught. about losing her friends. about curtain. about all of it.

but she doesn't want to share it because one, she doesn't want them to feel guilty: she did what she had to, and she doesn't regret it. two, and more importantly, she doesn't want them to not let her come on the next mission. (kate had already kind of had the idea that they would have another--they were a team! teams didn't just split up!--but now she's sure of it. curtain's still out there, after all, and he didn't seem the type to just give up.)

i think maybe constance might bully her into talking about it--we already know she can feel dreams (with her comment about sticky dreaming about steak and sticky asking her how she knew that) and as they're on a more even ground she'd be more likely to actually say something. but constance would poke at her about it and probably get her irritated in the process.

(also possible, she talks to mr benedict about this, bc again im a sucker for their dynamic + part of the problem is not wanting to hurt milligan's feelings, and one thing i like about this is i think mr benedict would be extremely kind and understanding about it, and really help like, gently guide her through it, and she'd be like wow adults have never actually helped me before, wild, and then the second she leaves he's like [collapsing into a mess] oh god. oh god. because on one hand he just desperately hopes that helped, and on the other hand, he's having a million crises. oh god. he put actual kids in danger. she's so small number two. number two she's so fucking small and she's having nightmares and it's my brother that took her dad and ohmygodohmygodohmygod. like literally it's like he goes from "kalm" to "PANIK" the second shes out of range. like the dissonance between mr benedict (around the kids, a calm and kindly mentor who seems to know what he's doing for the most part) and nicholas (0.0003 seconds from a panic attack rn, full to the brim with anxiety and guilt) is. hilarious, in a sad way. but i digress, mr benedict tangent over, sorry)

ANYWAY also kate and milligan. like. getting to know him again, and vice versa. this is personally painful for me. like so many years, this disconnect between them hurts, but like. it starts with that hug, with her letting herself lean into his side, letting him put an arm around her shoulders, and he's like. in tears a bit. and like. then over time just. trying to tell each other about their lives--particularly kate recounting her adventures--and marveling a bit at how similar they are in many ways. milligan slowly getting memories back and remembering her as a little girl and seeing her now, all grown up but so small and hurt still, and like. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

i also have so many thoughts head full on them & mr benedict, and also throwing in constance and everyone really, but that's too many and this is already long and i dont even know how to put it to words so i'll refrain for now. anyway my point is: kate wetherall. hug her please