#it's okay to cry but don't you ever give up

[queervegancryptid]

They fought back in part because the cops were literally checking their genitals so they could arrest the trans and gender non-conforming people there.

Stonewall wouldn't have been fucking necessary if not for cops pulling that shit and the powers that be supporting them so there wouldn't be any consequences. Cis queer people were also under threat, obviously, because you don't have to be trans to suffer from cissexism. But to remove references to trans people from this monument in particular is to literally erase trans people from a key moment in our history.

It's all part of the plan. One of the insidious things about erasing us in this way is that knowing our history can be a source of pride as well as strength, and it can help us resist the demoralizing nature of all of what's happening.

That's part of why they're doing it. They don't want us to know our history, and they also don't want cis people to know it, either, because then they can spread the false narrative that trans people were invented by attention-seeking people on Tumblr circa 2014. It goes hand in fucking glove with censorship and calling anything remotely queer "obscenity." If they can paint us as an anomaly that's definitionally obscene and therefore Morally Bad, it's that much easier to justify attacks on us.

Despite every way the Democrats have disappointed me over the years, when Harris gave a speech in November that called people at Stonewall "patriots," I teared up. Not that I put much stock (or any, really) in patriotism. But as a child, I never let myself imagine a future where a politician running for a major office, let alone for president, would say anything like that about people like me. This country is where I was born, but I never felt a sense of belonging in that way, like I had a welcoming home here. Maybe I never will.

Part of the reason queer bars are a thing at all is that queer people, especially trans people, were pushed underground and had nowhere else to fucking go aside from the odd bar that might be friendly to us. These places did become like home for a lot of people, and understanding it in context matters. It wasn't like they just threw bricks because "lol fuck cops." They fought back after enduring a lot, and they fought back out of genuine necessity, and I used to think, "They threw bricks so I wouldn't have to."

Lately, though, I'm coming to the realization that one day I might have to throw a brick, myself. I just hope I have my queer family around me, throwing bricks alongside me, if and when the time comes. We can resist, and we must do it together, and that's yet another reason they don't want you to know history. Collective action is necessary and can work. And it terrifies the folks in power.

Sigh. I'm sorry to go off. But this shit has me feeling some kind of way, and I just need people to understand the importance of queer history. If we don't protect it ourselves, it'll be destroyed.

Please read and share history. It matters. It really, really matters.

Okay. I'm gonna go cry.

Not to be dramatic but this is a massive fucking deal and I legitimately hope every single politician dies.

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

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rafe cameron x fem!reader

SUMMARY: a revenge plan turns complicated when y/n falls for rafe cameron—the one person she was never supposed to love. but was it ever just revenge?

based on this ask !! this request has been in the works for a couple weeks (hence the 5k word count😝), i really really enjoyed writing this and as soon as i read it i knew i had to make it inspired by ‘begin again,’ and i hope you don’t mind me taking creative liberty on this one anon, so thank you !! <3

(check out my other rafe cameron & drew starkey works here !!)

WARNINGS: some angst but a fluff ending, cheating (jj to reader), soft!rafe, cursing, allusions to sex, revenge plan to lovers (?), alcohol consumption, rafe has a normal family in this one (😀). (lmk if i missed anything !!)

WORD COUNT: 5.3k (i got insanely carried away🫣)

THIRD PERSON +

Y/N could still feel the sting of JJ's words, the way they sliced through her like a dull knife—slow, painful, irreparable.

"It just happened, okay?" he had said, desperation laced in his voice. "It didn't mean anything, baby. I swear."

But it did.

If it had meant nothing, he wouldn't have done it. If it had meant nothing, he wouldn't have shattered her trust, her love, her belief in him with a single, reckless mistake.

She stared at him, chest rising and falling with the force of her breath, hands curled into fists at her sides. The night air was thick with humidity, the salty ocean breeze doing nothing to cool the fire burning inside her.

"You cheated on me with Kiara?" she spat, her voice trembling, though not with sadness—no, sadness was something she'd felt the moment the words left his mouth. Now, it was only rage. "And you expect me to just—what? Pretend it didn't happen?"

JJ ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, looking more disheveled than usual. "I was drunk, Y/N. It wasn't planned. It wasn't—"

"Don't," she cut him off sharply. "Don't stand there and try to make excuses." She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "You know what hurts the most, JJ? It's not even just the cheating. It's the fact that I defended you to everyone. My parents, my friends. They all told me I was stupid for choosing a Pogue over every other guy who actually makes sense for me. But I didn't care, because I loved you."

Her voice broke, but she swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep it together.

"And what did you do with that?" she continued, taking a step closer, her eyes blazing. "You threw it in my face. You embarrassed me."

JJ's jaw clenched. "I never meant to hurt you, Y/N. You know that."

"Yeah? Well, you did."

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

Y/N could see it in his face—the guilt, the regret. But it didn't matter. It wasn't enough. It never would be.

She took a deep breath, exhaling shakily. "We're done, JJ."

His head snapped up. "Y/N—"

"Don't," she warned, her voice final. "You made your choice. Now I'm making mine."

And with that, she turned and walked away, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her break.

She didn't cry.

Not when she got home, not when she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, not even when the memories of JJ and everything they had crashed over her like a tidal wave. No, she didn't cry.

She just got angry.

Because she had been loyal. She had been good to him. She had given him everything, only for him to betray her with Kiara of all people—the one girl she had actually trusted.

And now? Now, she wanted him to hurt.

Which was exactly why she was standing in front of Tannyhill, her heart pounding in her chest.

This was reckless. Dangerous, even. But she didn't care.

She needed this.

She needed revenge.

And she knew just the person to help her get it.

—

Rafe Cameron was a lot of things—arrogant, temperamental, a little unhinged—but he wasn't stupid.

So when Y/N showed up at his door at nearly midnight, looking like she was on the verge of either committing murder or breaking down completely, he knew something had happened.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, blue eyes scanning her face. "What do you want, sweetheart?"

She swallowed, straightening her shoulders. "I need your help."

Rafe raised a brow. "With what?"

"Making JJ regret everything."

A slow smirk curled at the corners of his lips. "Interesting."

She exhaled sharply, stepping closer. "Are you in or not?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You really wanna do this?"

She met his gaze, unwavering. "Yeah, I do."

For a moment, he just studied her, as if trying to figure out how serious she was. Then, something shifted in his expression.

"Alright," he said, pushing off the doorframe. "Let's make him suffer."

The plan was simple.

Make JJ jealous. Make him see what he lost. Make him regret ever touching Kiara.

But some point during that evening, the lines blurred.

Because Rafe was Rafe—intense, intoxicating, dangerously charismatic. And Y/N was already teetering on the edge of self-destruction.

So when they ended up in his bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them, it wasn't just about JJ anymore.

It was about the way Rafe looked at her, like she was the most interesting thing in the room. The way his hands skimmed her waist, his touch possessive yet careful. The way his breath fanned against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"Still thinking about JJ?" he murmured, fingers tracing slow patterns on her hip.

She met his gaze, lips parted, heart pounding.

"No," she admitted, and it was the truth.

Because in that moment, it wasn't about revenge. It wasn't about making JJ jealous.

It was about the fire in her veins, the ache in her chest, the desperate need to feel something other than betrayal.

And Rafe—Rafe was more than willing to oblige.

His lips crashed against hers, and suddenly, nothing else mattered. Nothing except Rafe Cameron.

—

Y/N lay beside Rafe, her body still humming from the events of the night. The air between them was thick with something she couldn't quite name—satisfaction, exhilaration, maybe even something deeper. The sheets were a mess, tangled between them as she stared up at the ceiling, trying to steady her breathing.

Beside her, Rafe propped himself up on one elbow, smirking down at her. His hair was tousled, his lips still slightly swollen from their heated encounter. There was something different about the way he was looking at her, but Y/N shoved that thought away before she could entertain it. This wasn't about them. This wasn't about feelings.

It was about revenge.

"So, how do you wanna play this?" Rafe asked, tracing his fingers lazily over her bare shoulder.

Y/N turned her head to look at him, eyes sharp despite the haziness of their moment. "We make it obvious enough that JJ notices," she said, her voice steady, as if the way his touch sent shivers down her spine wasn't affecting her. "But not so obvious that it looks fake."

Rafe chuckled. "So, we make it look real then?"

Y/N hesitated. She knew what he was doing—he liked to mess with her, push her buttons, see how far he could get under her skin. But she wouldn't let him win.

"Exactly," she said, rolling onto her side, meeting his gaze head-on. "You're his biggest enemy, and I'm his biggest mistake. Nothing will drive him crazier than seeing me with you."

Rafe's smirk widened. "You really are ruthless when you want to be."

"You have no idea."

Rafe hummed in amusement, and with that, their arrangement was set.

This was about JJ. About making him regret everything.

At least, that's what Y/N told herself.

—

The first time they made their "relationship" public, it was calculated. Rafe had picked her up from the country club in his Pogue-killer truck, windows down, music blasting—just in time for JJ to see them as he passed by on his dirt bike.

JJ had stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing, jaw clenching so hard Y/N thought his teeth might break.

Rafe had played it up, resting his hand on her thigh, flashing JJ a taunting grin before speeding off.

Y/N had expected to feel triumphant.

Instead, her stomach twisted in a way she didn't understand.

—

The first time Rafe showed up early, it threw her off.

She had told him to meet her for coffee on a random Wednesday, expecting the usual—him strolling in twenty minutes late, making some sarcastic remark, turning their little arrangement into something that felt like a joke.

But when she walked in, he was already there.

Sitting at a corner table, legs stretched out, arms crossed over his chest. And when he saw her, he stood up, gave her a small nod.

"You're early," she said, eyebrows raised.

"You sound surprised."

"I am surprised."

Rafe smirked, pulling out the chair for her. "Sit down, princess."

She hesitated before taking the seat, watching him as he slid into the chair across from her. It felt... strange. Unfamiliar.

JJ had never been early.

JJ had never pulled out her chair.

She shook the thought away, focusing instead on the game they were playing. That's all it was—a game.

Still, she couldn't ignore the way her chest tightened when Rafe leaned back in his chair, looking at her like she was something worth paying attention to.

After they made their orders, they sat with their freshly brewed drinks.

"Didn't take you for a latte girl," he teased, nodding at her cup.

Y/N raised a brow. "Didn't take you for someone who hangs out anywhere that doesn't serve alcohol."

Rafe smirked. "Touché."

It should have been a quick meeting—just another public sighting to stir the pot. But somehow, they ended up talking.

Really talking.

Y/N had expected him to flirt, to push the boundaries of their deal, but instead, they talked about their childhood—about summers spent at the club, about the times they'd been forced to sit at boring Kook events together as kids.

Rafe had made her laugh. Genuinely laugh.

She had almost forgotten why they were doing this in the first place.

—

A week later, he picked her up for a party, and she made a point to wear heels.

JJ had always hated when she wore them, always made a face, always grumbled something about her being too tall next to him.

But when she climbed into Rafe's truck, he barely glanced at them before smirking. "Damn," he muttered, eyes dragging up her legs. "Trying to make it harder for me to behave?"

She rolled her eyes, but her stomach did something weird. Something dangerous.

Rafe drove with one hand on the wheel, the other draped over her thigh, his fingers warm and steady.

It was meant to be for show.

For JJ.

So why did it feel like something else?

Later that night at the party, Y/N and Rafe were standing just close enough that people whispered.

JJ was across the yard, watching them with a glare so sharp it could cut through steel.

Y/N should have been paying attention to him, should have been relishing in the jealousy that was the whole point of this.

But instead, she was too focused on Rafe's hand on the small of her back. The way his thumb moved in slow, absentminded circles against her skin.

When she turned to look at him, he wasn't watching JJ.

He was watching her.

—

A couple days later, she almost slipped up.

They were walking down the street after grabbing dinner—something casual, something that wasn't supposed to feel like a date.

She was about to bring up JJ, to remind herself why they were doing this in the first place.

But before she could, Rafe started talking about his family.

"My dad's obsessed with old westerns," he said, shaking his head. "Every Christmas, like clockwork, he makes us watch The Good, the Bad and the Ugly."

Y/N blinked. "Seriously?"

Rafe chuckled. "Swear to God. Every single year. Sarah and I know every damn line."

She found herself laughing, imagining Rafe and Sarah rolling their eyes as Ward Cameron sat in front of the TV, quoting the movie word for word.

JJ had never talked about things like that.

JJ had never let her in like that.

She pushed the thought away, but the seed had already been planted.

—

Then came the night that the shift between them had started to show.

It was late, and they were sitting on the hood of Rafe's truck, looking out over the water.

The party was still going strong down the beach, but they had drifted away from it, neither of them in the mood for drunken chaos.

Rafe took a swig from his beer, then turned to look at her.

"You ever gonna tell me why you were with him?"

Y/N frowned. "What do you mean?"

Rafe tilted his head. "I just don't get it. You're smart. You've got standards. And yet..." He let the sentence hang.

Y/N huffed, kicking a loose rock off the side of the truck. "He was... fun. He made me feel like I wasn't just another Kook girl. Like I wasn't just..." She trailed off, feeling stupid for saying it out loud.

Rafe was quiet for a second before saying, "He didn't deserve you."

She turned to look at him, expecting the usual sarcasm, but there was none. Just quiet certainty.

Her throat tightened.

"Yeah," she said softly. "I know that now."

And when Rafe threw his head back, laughing at something she said a few minutes later, she thought it was strange.

Strange that he thought she was funny.

Because JJ never did.

—

Another night, they found themselves in his truck, parked by the beach. It had started raining, heavy droplets drumming against the windshield, the air thick with the scent of salt and rain.

Y/N had been rambling about something—some ridiculous Kook drama that, in the grand scheme of things, didn't actually matter.

And then, out of nowhere, Rafe had reached across the console and tucked a strand of damp hair away from her face.

Y/N had gone silent, her heart doing something it definitely shouldn't have been doing.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the rain.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she had asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe had only smirked. "No reason."

But there was a reason.

And it scared her.

She knew things were getting complicated when she started noticing things about him she shouldn't.

Like the way his voice softened when he said her name.

Or the way he always made sure she got home safe, even when they weren't together.

Or the way he never pushed her, never made her feel like this was just some game.

Somewhere along the way, the lines between their act and reality started to blur.

And Y/N wasn't sure if she was ready to figure out what that meant.

—

The moment that nearly shattered her resolve happened at another party.

They had been standing close, laughing about something she couldn't even remember now. And then, without thinking, she had reached up and brushed a piece of hair out of his face.

It had been instinctive. Natural.

But when she realised what she had done, her breath hitched.

Because Rafe was looking at her like she had just changed everything.

And maybe... maybe she had.

Y/N kept telling herself that this was just revenge.

That the way her stomach flipped whenever Rafe touched her was just part of the plan.

That the way she found herself looking for him in crowded rooms was just to keep up the act.

But deep down, she knew.

She had fallen for Rafe Cameron.

—

The room was still heavy with the lingering heat from the night—sheets twisted around their legs, the soft hum of the air conditioning barely cutting through the thick humidity of the night. Y/N lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, trying to process the whirlwind that had completely changed her life in the past few weeks.

Rafe lay beside her, his body close enough to feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, but far enough that there was space between them—a silent invitation, as if asking her to fill it. His hand rested on his stomach, but his fingers were almost touching hers.

The silence stretched comfortably between them. It wasn't awkward. It wasn't forced. It felt...right.

Y/N turned her head to look at him, the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window, casting a glow over his face. He was still as handsome as ever, his jaw sharp, eyes intense even when he was relaxed, and the faintest trace of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. But it wasn't the same cocky smirk that had first drawn her in—this was something different. It was real. It was genuine.

She couldn't stop herself from smiling too. "What are we doing, Rafe?" she asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe turned his head, his blue eyes locking with hers. There was a quiet intensity in them, a look that said he knew exactly what she meant but wasn't sure how to say it either. "I don't know," he murmured, his voice rough with unspoken emotion. "But I think it's something good."

Y/N's heart fluttered, the vulnerability in his voice catching her off guard. Rafe was always the tough guy, the one who hid behind arrogance and bravado, the one who never let anyone see the cracks in his armor. But with her, it was different. She could see it now—the cracks were there, but they weren't flaws. They were pieces of him she could understand, pieces that were human, not just a cold façade.

She reached out, her hand finding his, fingers brushing gently over his knuckles. He didn't pull away. Instead, he laced their fingers together, holding her hand with a tenderness that surprised her.

"Do you regret this?" she asked, the words slipping from her lips before she could stop them. She had to know. There were so many things between them, so many things left unsaid, but that was the one question that had been haunting her the most. Did he regret it?

Rafe blinked, the intensity in his gaze softening as he turned his hand to squeeze hers. "No," he answered, his voice steady but with an underlying depth she couldn't ignore. "I don't regret it." He let out a breath, his gaze turning towards the ceiling, as if trying to find the right words. "I thought it was just supposed to be a game, you know? Make JJ jealous, show him that you could move on...but it's not a game anymore."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. Her mind raced. She didn't know how she felt about that—about the fact that it had started with a plan, a scheme, to get back at JJ for everything. But as the days passed, the more time she spent with Rafe, the more she realized just how much they had in common, how well they fit together.

Her fingers traced the lines of his hand as she spoke. "Neither did I," she confessed. "I started this thinking I'd get back at JJ, but...I don't know, something just changed. Somewhere along the way, it stopped being about him."

Rafe's eyes met hers again, a small smile playing at the edges of his mouth. "Yeah," he said, his voice low, but with warmth now. "I know what you mean."

They both lay there in the quiet, holding hands, letting the moment stretch out. There was something peaceful about it—something intimate that neither of them had ever expected when this all began. What started as a plan to make someone else jealous had somehow turned into something much deeper, something neither of them had seen coming.

Y/N shifted slightly, turning onto her side to face him fully. She couldn't deny how she felt anymore. The chemistry between them was undeniable, but it wasn't just that. It was the way they laughed together, the way he made her feel like she was the only person in the room, the way he protected her without even thinking.

"Rafe," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

Her heart raced in her chest as soon as the words left her mouth. She had said it before, in the past—I love you—but never like this. Never in this way.

Rafe's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling a little faster now, and for a moment, he didn't speak. Instead, he reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands, as if needing to touch her to make sure she was real. His thumb brushed over her cheek, soft and slow, sending a wave of warmth flooding through her.

"You're not the only one," he whispered back, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm falling for you too, Y/N."

Her breath caught in her throat. The words she had always wanted to hear from him, the words she had never expected to come, were there now. And they were real.

Rafe leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss, soft and slow, like he was savoring it. It wasn't heated or urgent like some of their previous kisses—it was gentle, sweet, and full of the unspoken feelings they had been holding back. It was everything they hadn't been able to say out loud.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against hers, and they both just breathed, their hands still entwined, hearts racing in sync.

"I never thought I'd say this," Rafe said quietly, eyes closed as he let out a shaky breath, "but you make me feel like I'm actually worth something."

Y/N's chest tightened. She could feel the weight of his words, the vulnerability he was offering her. He had always been the guy who seemed so confident, so sure of himself, but in this moment, Y/N saw something different. She saw the cracks in his armor, the part of him that had never believed he was good enough for anything—anyone.

And Y/N? She couldn't let him think that way. Not anymore.

"You are worth everything, Rafe," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "More than you know."

For a long time, they stayed like that—just holding each other, letting the night wash over them, the silence comfortable and full of promises. There were no expectations, no pressure, just the understanding that something had changed. Something real had blossomed between them, and neither of them was running from it anymore.

"I've never felt like this before," Rafe admitted after a while, his voice soft but full of sincerity. "With you, it feels like...like I could actually have something real. Something that isn't just a mess."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "You have it, Rafe. You have me."

And for the first time in a long time, both of them believed it.

—

It had been a couple of weeks since the night Rafe and Y/N had finally confessed their feelings for each other. Their relationship had progressed quickly, but neither of them had hesitated. They had fallen for each other in a way that felt right—organic and effortless. The label was there, official now, and it felt like both of them had finally found what they were looking for.

But as expected, the whispers started circulating quickly. Word of their relationship had gotten out, and it wasn't long before people started noticing—especially JJ.

The evening was warm and humid, a perfect night for a party at the Boneyard. The music was thumping, people were scattered around the yard, drinking and chatting, while others danced under the string lights. Y/N, Rafe, Topper, Sarah, and a few other Kooks were lounging around a table near the fire pit, drinks in hand, chatting casually. For the first time in weeks, Y/N felt at ease. There were no whispers, no judgment about her being with Rafe—only the people she cared about and a sense of belonging she hadn't felt in a long time.

Y/N had spent most of her time with Rafe over the past couple of weeks, getting to know him in a way she never had before. She had always known the confident, rebellious side of him, but she was starting to see the softer side—the one who cared deeply and would go to any lengths to protect the people he loved. They had spent lazy days by the beach, late-night drives, and spontaneous trips to places that weren't on any map. She was falling for him harder every day, but it wasn't just the physical attraction. It was the little things—how he cared about her, how he made her feel, how he treated her like she was everything. He had given her more than she could have ever imagined.

She glanced at Rafe as they laughed with Topper, Sarah, and the others, her hand naturally finding his under the table. Their fingers intertwined, and for a moment, she just savored the feeling of being with someone who made her feel seen, understood, and loved.

But as she was about to say something to Rafe, a familiar figure appeared in her peripheral vision. She stiffened. It was JJ.

JJ stormed over, his face a mixture of anger and desperation, his jaw clenched as he walked straight toward them. Y/N's heart skipped, not knowing what to expect. She knew this confrontation was coming—it was inevitable.

Rafe noticed it too, his hand tightening around Y/N's as JJ approached, but he didn't move. He didn't flinch. He stayed calm, but Y/N could see the subtle tension in his shoulders, his jaw tight as he prepared for whatever was coming.

"Y/N," JJ said, his voice loud enough to be heard over the music. His eyes were frantic, scanning her face. "We need to talk."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, her grip on Rafe's hand tightening. She could feel the anger brewing inside her, but she was trying to keep her composure. Rafe gave her a reassuring squeeze, his thumb brushing the back of her hand gently.

"I don't think we need to talk, JJ," Y/N said coolly, her voice steady despite the boiling fury inside her. "But if you really need to hear it from me, I'll tell you. I definitely don't want to be with you anymore."

JJ's eyes widened, his face contorting in disbelief. "What the hell, Y/N?" He snapped, glancing at Rafe briefly, his expression turning hostile. "This isn't about him, is it? You don't really like him. You're just trying to get back at me for what I did. It's all a game to you, isn't it?" His voice wavered, a hint of panic creeping into his words.

Y/N could feel the heat rise in her chest, but she didn't back down. "It's not a game, JJ. It's not about you anymore. It's about me." She stood up, her voice booming over the music, silencing the chatter around them. People had stopped what they were doing, watching the confrontation unfold.

"You're such a horrible person," Y/N continued, her words sharp and cutting. "You broke me, JJ. You cheated on me with Kiara—our friend. You think I can just forget that? You think I'm some fool who's gonna let you walk back into my life after everything you did?" She took a step closer to him, her eyes locking onto his. "You humiliated me. And you have the audacity to stand here and beg for me back like nothing happened?"

The words tumbled out of her, each one heavier than the last, and with each syllable, Y/N felt like a weight was being lifted off her chest. She was finally letting him have it. All the hurt, all the frustration, the betrayal she had been carrying for weeks—it was all spilling out now, and she couldn't stop it.

"I wish I had gotten with Rafe sooner," she spat, her voice laced with venom. "Because with him, I know what it's like to be truly happy. He doesn't lie to me, he doesn't cheat on me. He shows me what love really is. What I've always deserved."

The group around them murmured, and she noticed Rafe's expression go from unreadable to... something else. He was staring at her, his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. His face softened, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat. This was the first time she'd seen him like this—vulnerable, open, and completely in awe of her.

"Y/N..." JJ began, his voice faltering, but he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence.

"Shut up, JJ," Y/N snapped, glaring at him. "I don't want to hear it anymore. You lost me the second you cheated. And now you're just proving how pathetic you are by begging me to take you back." She shook her head in disgust. "You don't deserve me. And you definitely don't deserve to have me back."

The words echoed in the air as Y/N turned her back on him, her chest heaving with emotion. She felt alive, empowered, and something else—something she hadn't felt in so long. Free.

The group erupted into cheers. Topper raised his drink in the air, Sarah clapped, and a few others cheered Y/N on. It was like she had just dropped a bomb, and the energy in the air shifted. The Kooks were no strangers to drama, but this felt different. This felt like the culmination of everything Y/N had been holding in.

Rafe didn't say anything at first. He just stared at her, wide-eyed, his face unreadable. And for a brief moment, Y/N wondered if she had gone too far. But then, without warning, Rafe stood up. He took her hand in his, pulling her gently away from the crowd, leading her toward the exit.

Y/N didn't say anything as she walked with him. She just wanted to get away from the scene, to take a breath and let the adrenaline settle in her chest. The confrontation had been messy, but it had been cathartic. She had finally stood up for herself, and in doing so, she felt like she had reclaimed something she thought she had lost forever.

When they reached Rafe's car, Y/N paused, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of the scene. She turned to face him, her brows furrowed in concern. "I'm sorry for making such a scene back there," she said, her voice quieter now. "I just... I couldn't hold it in anymore."

Rafe looked at her, his expression softening, and before she could say anything else, he pulled her into a kiss.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, but she melted into it instantly. His lips were soft against hers, the kiss slow, deep, as if he was trying to convey everything he felt in that one moment. She kissed him back with equal intensity, the heat of the night surrounding them, but the only thing she could focus on was him—the way he made her feel.

When they pulled apart, Rafe rested his forehead against hers, both of them breathing heavily. "I've never had anyone defend me like that before," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "No one's ever stood up for me like that, Y/N."

Y/N's heart swelled, the warmth of his words wrapping around her like a protective embrace. "I meant every word," she whispered. "I love you, Rafe. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Rafe's eyes softened, a smile tugging at his lips. "I love you too, Y/N." He kissed her again, a slow, lingering kiss that held all the unspoken things between them.

In that moment, Y/N knew. She had fought for herself. She had found her strength, and now, she had found her true love too.

(divider by @kodaswrld !!)

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this was such a labour of love and i had SO much fun writing it and i’m so sorry it’s taken a while anon, i just wanted this to be PERFECT !! this has got to be in my top three faves that i’ve written and i hope it’s what you wanted <3

i’ve had this in my drafts (as well as a few more) from the past month of requests, and i’ve just been editing them all now (that’s the toughest part💔), but i’m getting there so thank you all for being so patient <3

[woozinhos]

omgggg the woo one was so cute!! can we get the same with jongho??

Notes: sorry I just have to write every Ateez request I get I’m like AHHH anyways enjoy this cutie

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You and Jongho had been trying for a baby for a while, and you were starting to think it might never happen. But one day, you noticed that you were feeling more tired than usual and your period was late. You took a test, and to your surprise, it was positive. You couldn't believe it, but you were so happy. You knew Jongho would be over the moon when you told him. You waited until he got home from work, trying to contain your excitement as you waited for him in the living room. When he walked through the door, you held up the test with a big smile on your face.

"Guess what?" you said. Jongho's eyes widened as he saw the test in your hand. "No way," he said, walking over to you in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

You nodded, tears of joy streaming down your face. "I'm pregnant," you confirmed. "We're going to have a baby." Jongho let out a loud whoop and scooped you up in his arms, spinning you around in circles. "This is amazing!" he exclaimed, setting you down and peppering your face with kisses. "I'm so happy, baby. You have no idea."

You laughed and hugged him tightly, feeling overwhelmed with happiness. "I can't believe it," you said, resting your head on his chest. "We're going to be parents. We're going to have a little Jongho or Y/N running around." Jongho smiled and placed his hand on your stomach, gently rubbing it. "I can't wait to meet them," he said softly. "I'm going to be the best dad I can be, I promise." Jongho hugged you tightly, his arms wrapping around you protectively. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent as he held you close.

"I love you so much," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. "You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you for giving me this gift." As the hug continued, you heard soft sobs coming from Jongho. You pulled back slightly, looking at him with concern.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, wiping away his tears. "Why are you crying?" Jongho sniffled and looked at you with teary eyes. "I'm just so happy," he said, his voice trembling. "I'm happy and scared and overwhelmed all at once. I never thought I could feel this much love for someone."

You smiled and cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing away his tears. "It's okay to feel all those things," you reassured him. "I'm feeling the same way. We're going to be a family, Jongho. We'll get through this together." Jongho nodded, taking a deep breath to compose himself. "You're right," he said, leaning into your touch. "We can do this. I have you by my side, and that's all I need." Jongho looked at you with a mix of disbelief and gratitude. A small laugh escaping his lips. "We tried for so long, and it didn't seem like it was going to happen. But now it has, and it feels like a dream come true."

He took your hands in his, his fingers intertwining with yours. "I'm so grateful for you, Y/N. You're the reason this is happening. You're the love of my life." You smiled and squeezed his hands, feeling your heart swell with love for him. "And you're the love of mine," you replied. "I can't wait to see our baby grow and watch them grow up with you by my side." Jongho pulled you into another hug, his arms wrapped tightly around you once more. "I'm going to be the proudest dad ever," he declared. "I'm going to spoil our child rotten."

You laughed and playfully smacked his arm. "Don't spoil them too much, or they'll turn out just like you," you teased. Jongho chuckled and pretended to be offended. "Hey, what's wrong with that?" he asked, grinning. "I'm awesome." Jongho kissed the top of your head, a content sigh escaping his lips. He held you close, relishing in the feeling of having you in his arms and knowing that you were carrying his child.

"I'm the luckiest man alive," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm glad I did it."

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

This isn't gonna be in line with my regular posts, but I wanted to rant/have a discussion about dating/romance as someone who falls under the asexual umbrella (demi).

To my fellow aspecs, is dating really supposed to be this hard? Is it suppose to feel this hopeless? I haven't been involved with anyone in over 2 years now, and we weren't even dating, it was a FWB situation. Looking back at it, I shouldn't have let get that far. I am still friends with this person because I do care about him and I understand that he never meant to hurt me. We're not as close as we used to be, but we still talk occasionally. But it took me a while to realize what happened between me and him just kind of broke me in a way.

I thought that if I gave him just enough, he would care for me like I did for him. When I reached my limit of what I was willing to give him, nothing changed. The pain I felt was torturous. I'm doing better now but sometimes when I think about how it all went down, I want to cry and yell at myself for letting it go as far as it did. Now I just can't find the strength to put myself back out there again.

On the very few dates I've been on (all prior to the situation between me and my friend), all they wanted was a sexual relationship. I don't want that, I've never wanted that. And I don't know what I have to do to find someone who feels the same way as me. I want to get to know someone, become close friends, fall in love...I want that fairytale ending but it seems impossible for someone like me to have. All I've ever wanted was to be loved for who I am and for my boundaries to be respected.

I don't want to give out my whole life story, but I have not gone all the way with anyone yet. (I'm not going to go into what I have done, that's TMI.) And for me personally, waiting till marriage is extremely important to me. I know for a lot of people, that's super out of date and old fashioned. I am in no way passing judgement on what anyone else does, that's your life to live and as long as your happy, that's all that matters and I'm happy for you! I just want my real first time to be with the person I love most, the person who has shown that they love me just as much as I love them, making a commitment to me and to us. I hope this all makes sense.

But going back to my original point, dating right now just seems...impossible if you're aspec. How am I supposed to find the right one when I can't find someone who holds that same values as me. I've honestly felt like I'm just a piece of meat to these people, just someone to use for their own gratification. Especially since I'm a bigger girl (more so in the past, but my point remains.) But it feels like they think I will accept any kind of attention because they think I'm desperate enough to forego my values. I almost let that happen with my friend, and I don't want it to come to that point again. I shouldn't have to give up who I am for the chance of experiencing love.

I know romantic love is not the end all, be all to relationships. I have a lot of platonic friends, new and old, that I love and care about deeply. I really hope this rant does not come off as me being bitter or envious, that was not my intention. I just wanted to know if there are others who feel this same way...I know myself, I know I am a very fragile person. I am a people pleaser, I feel as though I have to hide my true self around most people because I want them to like me. I overcompensate, I become meek because I am not confident in the way I look. In my mind, I think "if I make them laugh, if I'm compliant, if I'm soft spoken, maybe they'll overlook the parts of me I hate the most." It's not healthy to think this way, I know. But it's been a habit for 29 years and I'm not sure how to break it.

So, as another Valentine's day approaches where I am single once again, I'm left with this reoccurring thought that true love will never find me...and my biggest fear is that I'll have to learn to be okay with that.

[myst3ry-wh1te-b0y]

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

My dad's dead and my mum doesn't know I'm trans, last time I brought it up she cried that she didn't want to lose me like she lost my dad. But she's lovely otherwise

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

My friend Clemmie I think

03: Do you regret anything?

Definitely, too many, I can't pick one, nothing genuinely bad though, I like to think I'm a good person.

04: Are you insecure?

Yeah

05: What is your relationship status?

Infatuated with a straight guy, who's got a girlfriend

06: How do you want to die?

07: What did you last eat?

A kinder bueno

08: Played any sports?

I used to do swimming, I can dive for ages but it's been freezing recently so I've not been going

09: Do you bite your nails?

No, they're really strong because I drink so much milk

10: When was your last physical fight?

I've never had one

11: Do you like someone?

See number 05

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Definitely, but I never check the time

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

No, not really

14: Do you miss someone?

Yeah

15: Have any pets?

I have a cat

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Lonely, it's valentines today and I can't stop thinking about *the boy* (see 05)

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

I've never made out with anyone, no

18: Are you scared of spiders?

Sort of, earwigs are worse

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Yeah.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

See number 17

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Probably sleep

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

Not really

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

No, I want some though

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

History, English and Media at college, I was really good at Chemistry and French in high school

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

Yes

26: What are you craving right now?

Costa latte

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I've never dated anyone so I doubt it

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

See number 27

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

See number 27

30: What’s irritating you right now?

Nothing really

31: Does somebody love you?

Platonically, maybe, romantically, no, I don't think so

32: What is your favourite color?

I like all colours

33: Do you have trust issues?

I trust people too easily I think. I don't know if that counts.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

See number 5

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My mum

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Definitely

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

No

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

See number 17

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

No

51: Favourite food?

Pasta

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

I'm not sure

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Got a drink

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No

55: Are you mean?

I don't think so

56: How many people have you fist fought?

057: Do you believe in true love?

Not really

58: Favourite weather?

In the middle weather, not too hot, not too cold

59: Do you like the snow?

No, it makes me sad

60: Do you wanna get married?

No

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

Yeah ig

62: What makes you happy?

Lots of things

63: Would you change your name?

I already have, so yes

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

See number 17

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

I don't know

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

No

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

A girl at college, I consider her my friend but I don't think I trust her fully

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

I haven't had a deep conversation in a while, so I can't remember

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

No, not really

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

Lots of people, online friends, my best friend, the guy I like. That's a bit concerning I suppose but yeah...

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[ace-of-amaryllis]

okay actually NO I WILL say words about the new portraits now. just my thoughts on the art, feelings going into t3, and all that.

YUNO: icier than ever. as much as she's completely innocent and forgivable to us as the audience and most of us are voting based on that, I think each innocent verdict is just sinking her deeper into believing we only like her for being a pretty girl. however cold she was last trial, she's worse this one!

FUUTA: oh BOY. I love fuuta so this sort of hurts to see. I think we first need to note, obviously, amane's cult's symbol on his eyepatch. so I guess that theory was correct! beyond that, though, his facial expression and pose also just give me the creeps. He seems almost manic, like worse than haruka in AKAA and trial 2, and I'm starting to regret every verdict I've given this guy.

MUU: so, obviously she's really restrained, seeing as she got a guilty vote. she has the net over her face and restraints on her legs. her facial expression is mostly what I'd like to talk about here. she has that same sort of smirk as she had in her trial 2 portrait, so I believe that the guilty verdict hasn't gotten through to her at all (as it never seems to do in milgram!) she seems primed and ready to do some manipulating, and I don't doubt that haruka will be a big conversation topic with her.

KAZUI: he's just normal??? wtf??? everyone else is losing it and this man is just being normal??? love you kazui

AMANE: oh man oh stars oh blinding hell we have astronomically screwed ourselves over. as an amane t1 innocent believer, honestly I think she was too far gone after that t1 guilty. she's already more of a murderer than she was before-- having killed shidou and caused mahiru's death--, she's recruited fuuta to her cult, and she has the most shit eating grin alive. she's not listening to any reason we give her. we should have voted her guilty.

MIKOTO: augh, seeing him like this makes me want to cry. he's still disheveled like he was last trial, but he also looks so sad and scared. if john is really gone, there's probably massive amounts of stress and trauma and fear piled up on mikoto now. plus, if the writers actually did research on DID and plurality, john being gone could entail mikoto' amnesia of the murders disappearing. so he might remember now. that'll be fun!

KOTOKO: yeah I don't think any of us are surprised by this. the light yagami kinnie is not going to be accepting of a guilty verdict. won't be shocked if she's openly hostile towards es and even more adamant on wanting to be in their place, judging people. she's just going to get more stubborn.

ES: there's absolutely some symbolism here that I'm too stupid to figure out with the cloak falling off and the keys being in their hand. though, a friend pointed out something interesting! the square key isn't there. is it es' key? is es prisoner 011, then?

JACKALOPE: god we should kill him. jackalope soup.

HARUKA, SHIDOU, AND MAHIRU: the staticy portraits and their ghosts make me want to cry. hopefully something still happens with them...

[skzthelomlhehe]

"Missed your birthday?! I'll make it right up to you!!"

A very disastrous yet sweet belated birthday date~

Jeongin x F!Reader

Genre: romance, hurt/comfort

Established relationship

Warnings: not much, just reader feels very disappointed and cries a lot. Slightly suggestive?

This isn't proofread so if you see any mistakes... No you don't 🤨🤨 whatever do you mean??

tag list: @bluesungology @diabolicalkitkat @capricorn-girl0112 @daysofskz-ateez @neginktn @seoul1207

Masterlist

8th February. A day marked on every calender of your house. An alarm set as a reminder on different variations of clocks you own. And yet... And yet... "Waaahh!!! Jeongin-ah!! Im so sorryyyyy!!!" "Noonaaaaaa~!! It's okay!!"

You had somehow managed to forget your dearest baby bread, your most lovingest boyfriend's birthday amidst all the chaos of your life.

Every year, you and your boyfriend aka Yang Jeongin made it your mission to make each other's birthdays a grandeur celebration. Despite him being an idol, he always took care of you. Always made you feel special on your big day and you tried to give back your best in return as well.

That is... Until this year. February started off hectic. Neck deep in work. Running around, attending calls, meetings etc etc. Coming home at 12 am and leaving at 5 the next day. You were extremely sleep deprived. The only thing that did go on in your head was, well, work.

On your way back home, you bought a small cake (cuz you couldn't find anything better at the time). By the time you were home it was already 12:34 am. You gently creaked the door open to find your lovely boyfriend laying on the couch, asleep. He was probably waiting for you to be home.

As quietly as you could, you took out the cake from the box and lit a candle before gently waking him up. "Happy birthday, agipang~" you whispered softly.

As his eyes fluttered open, his pretty lips perked up into a smile, "you're home, noona?" He shuffled to get up and you moved to sit beside him, "you didn't have to..." He mumbled. "Whatever do you mean?? Of course I had to!!" You claimed. "Now make a wish and blow the candle!"

He chuckled before closing his eyes and clasping his hands to make a wish. And moments later, he gently blew the candle. You placed the cake on the coffee table to hug him tight, "Happy birthday again, Jeongin-ah~" you mumbled. "Thank you, noona.." he chuckled.

As he looked down, he noticed you had fallen asleep. As endearing as it was, he also felt a pang in his chest. A stupid sting because he knew no matter how much he prays or begs, you'll have to go to work early in the morning and you wouldn't be back before midnight.

The next morning, you woke up on your bed. Your lover fast asleep beside you, looking as peaceful as ever.

You got up as usual, got ready, made him some food, gave a soft kiss on his forehead and went to work. But alas... You forgot one key thing. Seaweed soup. A traditional korean birthday dish that you cook for him every year. Ever since you guys were friends 4 years ago. And now, having dated him for almost 2 years, it's become even more important.

You went out to work per usual. Another day of hectic chaos. Another day of missing your boyfriend. So much so that you felt like crying.

Finally the clocks ticked by. The busy period subsided. It was already 10th February. You got home, tired and exhausted. Jeongin wasn't waiting for you at the couch. You got to your room and there he was... Lying peacefully on the bed. Slow, gentle breathing. The way the moonlight fell on his back made it seem like he was glowing.

Times and times again you get reminded of how much love you have for this man. You walked up to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

He groaned, his eyes fluttering open, "oh noona! You're home?" He got up immediately. Heck, you could even see puppy ears and tail with the way he looked at you. You sat down beside him, softly rubbing his cheek with your thumb as he leaned closer on your hand, "yup! Im back~" you smiled, "and I took a few days off too!"

He beamed up as he heard you. His smile growing wider. You gave him a kiss before getting up to freshen up. He whined, just a little, as he felt your absence once again. When you came out of the shower, he pulled you right in. Cuddling and hugging you like there's no tomorrow.

"gosh you little puppy! What's with you all of a sudden?" You giggled. "I just... I just feel really clingy all of a sudden..." He sighed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. If you could, you would say a lot of things, really. But the constant battle of Work every day for the past 10 days took a great toll on your body. And hence, before you knew you it, you were out like a light.

The next day, you woke up to an empty bed. You woke up, groggily. "Where'd he go...?" You mumbled. Taking your phone in your hand, you checked the time. 1:45 pm. Beside your phone was a sticky note.

"Hey sleepyhead. Good... Morning(?) I went out to get some stuff from the store and you were out like a light. Don't worry too much. I'll be home a little late. Rest up more if you wanna! - your agipang"

"The nerve of this man to not wake me up-"

You took your phone and opened your messaging app after like a whole week. Your heart sank as you read Chan's texts.

You felt so bad. He must have felt so bad too not having you with him like always. Just as you were thinking about how you could make it up to him, the door of your bedroom opened. And in came your beloved boyfriend with your favourite snacks.

"ah! Look who's awake! Ooh and i got you some snacks too!"

Just as he said that, with this... This loving tone of his... Water started spilling out of your eyes. "Waaahh!!! Jeongin-ah!! Im so sorryyyyy!!!" "Noonaaaaaa~!! It's okay!!"

"No it's not okay!! I missed your birthday! Im such a bad girlfriend!!"

"no come on! Don't say that! You were busy... I get it!!"

You sobbed even more like a child. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush that finally left your body after the hectic period but you just felt extremely emotional.

"I'll make it up to you! I'll plan the best date you've ever been on!!" You said, determined. He chuckled, coming closer to hug you and kiss you softly, "sure. If that's what you wanna do, I won't say no." He paused for a second, breaking away from the hug and looking down. His fingers intertwined as he sighed,

"I'm gonna be honest... I did feel a bit lonely and sad to not have you on my birthday... Sure, I had loads of fun with the members and my family on video call but... I missed your seaweed soup and the way you always make me feel so full..."

Even more tears came to surface as you heard him speak. You held him tight, repeating apologies and words of love over and over again.

In the end, you both ended up cuddling for a bit until he fell asleep in your arms. After making sure he was nice and deep in sleep, you got up slowly, making your way to the kitchen.

You felt so bad. So guilty. But you pushed your negative thoughts aside and started preparing to prepare the seaweed soup only to realise you were missing the main ingredient, the seaweed.

Panic was starting to set in because you had no idea when he would wake up. You ran to the store as fast you could. Thankfully, the store was significantly empty so you could get your stuff quickly.

It was a war, really. You rushed back as quick as you went. Panting, you tried to calm down. Food tastes the best when its made with love and care. Stressing out would only lead to mishaps. (I know a lot of y'all can't be calm in situations like these, so a little word for you; it's gonna be okay honey. Take it a little slow. You'll do great, I promise ❤️)

Midway through cooking you heard the bedroom door open. Jeongin walked out of the door, rubbing his eye, "what're you doing noona?" He asked groggily. "Making my baby some soup~" you chuckled.

He sighed and smiled, walking up to you and hugging you from the back, his head rested on your left shoulder as he watched you cook. You stirred the pot and pat his head simultaneously. Taking a spoonful of the soup and blowing on it, you held it close to his lips. Without a thought, he took a bite. "So? How is it?" You asked, a curious smile curving your lips. "Mmm~ as good as ever~" he replied, snuggling into you even more, making you giggle.

That night, you both ordered his favourite takeout and watched a movie as you ate. You stayed up all night planning the perfect date for him. An early morning walk down the lake, breakfast at his favourite cafe, working out together since he's been really into it for a while now, lunch at his favourite restaurant and then make your way up to a park to digest the food before heading to the amusement park.

It was the perfect date in your head... Until it wasn't.

You happened to wake up late since you stayed up all night. The morning walk was delayed significantly. The cafe you were supposed to go to happened to be closed. So you guys had to settle for some street food. The gym was overly crowded that very day for some reason so the workout was cut short. The reservation for lunch wasn't confirmed so you guys had to wait for about an hour and a half to get food cuz the place was packed.

By the time you got to the park, you fell sobbing. You felt like such a failure. "Im sorry... Im so sorry..." You sniffled, "this was supposed to be fun... This was supposed to be perfect... Im so sorry, jeongin-ah..."

Jeongin hugged you tight immediately, "don't cry, noona... I did have fun." "But... I... I ruined everything... Nothing went according to plan and i... I feel so disappointed..." (Hug me by I.N literally started playing as I'm writing this hahaha)

"don't be disappointed. I really liked the tteokbboki we had. God, I haven't had some in ages! You have no idea how much I had been craving it. And hey, we didn't get to work out well together but we got to tour around the place and have ice cream! And the food during lunch was definitely worth the wait! Most importantly... You were here with me. The very fact that you did all of this just for me makes me feel like the luckiest man alive! And didnt you say you had the amusement park thing? That's still left isn't it?" He cupped your cheeks within the palms of his hands and smiled. That loving, endearing smile.

You sniffled, nodding. He wiped your tears away and kissed your cheek. "Let's go to that park, yeah? We can still have even more fun! Although, I already did have fun with you. Anywhere is gonna be amazing as long as you're with me."

You hugged him again, kissing his lips softly, "I love you so much, Jeongin-ah.." you whispered. He smiled, "I love you too, noona~"

The amusement park was your last hope. It was the final cherry on top to your previously assumed 'perfect date'.

You had a bad feeling. You felt nervous. You kept fiddling with the gift that you had prepared that was hidden well inside your coat pocket as you made your way to the final destination.

To your utter (pleasant) surprise, the person you had contacted for help reached out to you to let you know the preparations were done. You beamed up immediately. "Jeongin-ah!! I need you to trust me okay?" You looked at him expectantly. "Uhh okay? I do trust you, though?"

"yeah I know but just said it anyway." You pulled out a blindfold from your purse. "What's that?" He asked, his eyebrow raised. "A blindfold~" you smiled mischievously.

He gulped, rightfully concerned and confused. He let you wrap the blindfold around his eyes and lead him inside.

After some walking, you guys finally stopped. "Alright... Im gonna take this off now~" you whispered in his ear. He flinched and nodded.

You slipped the fabric off his face. His eyes, softly opening and getting adjusted to the light surrounding him.

A beautifully decorated area right in front of the merry-go-round. Candles placed to form a heart. Rose petals scattered. Balloons with the letters of "Happy Birthday" surrounding the both of you as you two stood in the centre. "Wha... What's all this?" He asked, tearing up.

"Happy belated birthday, my love~" you smiled, finally pulling out the box from inside your pocket. You opened the box to reveal two rings. Promise rings. "I love you, Yang Jeongin. Will you be my forever valentine, my other half, my husband... And start a life with me? There's no rush. I'll wait for you for however long you want. However long you need. I just want you to be beside me..."

Love poured out of your lips along with your words. Jeongin's heart and yours beating loudly. "Yes! Yes I will!" He replied, full of excitement and love. He hugged you close, kissing you like there's no tomorrow.

Being honest, you felt your knees go weak from the kiss. As both of you finally broke out of the heat, he asked you to put the ring on him. So you did and he did the same for you before hugging you again.

"see. Now. I don't mind you asking me out like this... But this is only promise ring thingy, alright? I wanna propose to you, come on! This is unfair!" He whined, still in your arms. You giggled, "sure sure, Mr. Manly man~"

The time at the amusement park was like a movie. Going through different rides. Having cotton candy and other snacks. Buying funny head bands. So full of love and joy.

Back at home, the two of you head each other close. Love and lust intertwining. Sure, the day might've started off messy but... All's well what ends well, right?

You missed his birthday, sure, but you made it right up to him. You loved him and you were forever grateful he was born. And soon, when everything settles, the two of you would start a life together. Just the thought of it brought you immense joy.

... Fin~

The end was a tad bit rushed but I hope you guys liked it :3 again! A very happy belated birthday to our agipang! (Even though I'm 5 days late TvT)

[sskk-manifesto]

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[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 13: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should just start crying whilst being robbed in the abandoned barn ...

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(----- tw for mild violence (he gets into sort of a fight) until after the next orange text section in parentheses -----)

Not sure what else to even do, The Adventurer simply collapses into a ball on the floor and starts sobbing, screaming, and rolling about. The hooded figure pauses in confusion at first, but.. apparently is not very sympathetic to his plight.

They rush over, grappling with him as he cries, fighting to pry the backpack out of his hands. The Adventurer continues screeching frantically, and during some of his flailing accidentally swings his arm up, elbowing the hooded figure in the face. They let out an exasperated sigh, knocking him against the wall then firmly yanking him up by the hair, securing their arm around his throat to restrain him as they grab for the backpack. He kicks a few times, struggling, clawing at the hooded figure's arms, but just isn't strong enough to free himself.. There's a thwack and a sudden sharpness in the side of his head, the backpack pulling away from his shoulders, cold ground, and then… nothing at all..…

(------------------- mild violence tw over -----------------) ...............

The Adventurer slowly opens his eyes to a quiet foggy morning.. Tiny particles in the dusty barn air gently flutter to and fro, dancing around in the streams of early sunlight trickling through the slight crack of the front doors. With a groan, he rolls over, suddenly feeling every ache in his body. His head, his wrist, his leg injury from crashing the raft.. He spends a while just laying on his back, watching the dust and gazing hopelessly at the moldy boards of the roof, mustering the strength to sit upright… What can he even do next? He's failed.. His first EVER actual quest of his adventuring career, and he can't even keep a stupid egg safe for more than a few days! What type of adventurer is that?? Maybe he should just give up.. Go back home and do nothing with his life, just as he was meant to... He sighs, turning back onto his side and curling into a ball to sulk even more dramatically. The cat trots over to him to interrupt his swirling thoughts, pawing at his face, then directing him towards a small stack of hay in the corner where... there it is! His backpack!! He scrambles over, immediately digging through to check for his belongings.. To his surprise, everything it still in it's place. His food, his money, all of the cool shiny rocks he's collected so far.. And tucked away in the very bottom, the Mysterious Egg box remains, completely undamaged.. somehow with the egg still inside! And... a note? He shakily unfolds a crisp sheet of pale yellow paper dotted with a few scribbly letters: "I took care of her for you. Be more careful next time. Just get where you have to go."

Well...... He supposes that if there's apparently going to be weirdos following him around anyway, maybe he's lucky at least one of them seems nice. Better than trying to ROB him, at least.. Even if it is a bit creepy. He realizes now that his injuries have been bandaged as well, and that when he woke up, he was wrapped in a blanket, and.. where is the hooded figure? What does the stranger mean that they "took care" of her?? He turns to the cat for answers, as if they'd be able to clear up his confusions, but they simply make a "mrrp!" noise and stare blankly in response. Figuring that it's all far too much to think about first thing in the morning (especially with the headache that he has), he just decides to be thankful he at least still has the egg, and thus can continue on his grand adventure!! He will NOT let himself fail again! Sore and limping but full of renewed motivation, he leaps up (at least as best he can) and continues back onto the road. After walking only a few hours, he comes to a clearing at the top of a large hill, overlooking the next stop on his journey (then double checks the map just to make sure it actually IS the next stop). This is a much bigger area than the previous villages he's been to, possibly large enough to even count as a small city. With a wider variation of shops and attractions available to him than usual, he wonders if he should just take a break and relax the rest of the day.

He's too tired to walk much today anyway, soo.. maybe it'd be good for him to spend some time in a safe public space, doing something to help take his mind off of this morning's drama… But, what should he do?

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Additional Information

the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[ellistocracy]

spent all your money on christmas and now have no money for my birthday present? not to worry! here is a short list of just some of the things you can give me for absolutely free!

a fucking break

[fangirlandtheories]

Welcome back, on this episode of "My parents have been home less than an hour and have talked about my sister at least 5 times at this point" we'll be focusing on the effects of being the least favorite child. For reference, my older brother has been discussed twice. They didn't even ask how my day was.

[arminsumi]

cws; smut, rough s*x, mentions sq**rting, milkman cliché, namecalling, sum back scratching, this is goofy asf LOL 🐥

Milkman!Gojo who doesn't just 'dick you down'; he fucks you into the 4th dimension. His strokes are actually insane. You can't keep up with him and he's laughing about it because up until now it's been you who's the horniest — the lonely single hottie flirting obnoxiously with the way too fuckable milkman. Shit, it was you who begged him to fuck you dumb in the first place. He's jus' delivering! One second he's giving you milk and the next he's stripping his uniform off and letting his cock spring out to give you... well, more milk?!

Locking you into the nastiest mating press you've ever endured, milkman!Gojo's slamming into your sensitive pussy so hard and fast at the perfect angle that you're actually scared of your orgasm — how he works it out of you with such violent thrusts that you hiccough and feel like you're about to cry. He just gives it to you without mercy, no breaks no bullshit he is dicking you the fuck downnn

"Holy shit! Nng! Fuck! Don't you fucking stop!" you squeal, clawing desperately at his back and leaving raw red lines, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Ahhh ummm I'm gonna c-cum?! Nnn!! I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming on your cock... I... um... shit, I-I'm ahh cumming...!"

His dick has you stressing out — like actually. Your pussy's under pressure like she's taking a big dick exam. Each inch he packs into your spasming cunt is changing your world perspective. Did you squirt? You can't tell. But you came without touching your clit for like, the first time, which is insane to you. His cum is pumping into you and he's shuddering, calling you a slutty bitch or whatever other foul names — with affection, you know, he's a charming guy. And he's left you with a charming creampie to ooze out your abused cunt.

He's stifling laughter once he's done filling you up with his milk, sliding his cock out with a nasty squelchy pop! and he's asking if you're okay after literally ruining you; you can't move a single muscle, you can only "bask" in the afterglow which feels more like an aftershock because that orgasm was some high-level earthquake shit.

"What the fuck... I need t-t-to lay here and think about life for a bit..."

He's howling with laughter, "Damn, did I fuck your brains out or what?"

"Nah, shut up with ya bullshit — your dick is insane, no wonder you can't keep a girlfriend. Like, there's dicking down and then there's whatever that was — plowing me into the fourth fucking dimension... don't laugh!"

So now after that, you call your milkman up whenever you need "insane 4th dimension dicking down" and he snickers, ready to deliver — knocking at your door and waiting to cum inside.

[neverendingford]

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[spade-club]

:/ fighting with my partner atm. We rarely ever do and if we are fighting its over this very thing. I got real close to breaking up with them. Its so hard to weigh how I feel and what I should do here. I just want to take a nap. I'm so tired. But I'm at work and when I get home we have to finish talking. I just want to sleep before thinking about all this any more. That last half hour of my shift energy boost better fucking be enough. It never feels like it will be but I always get everything done somehow.

[tiza0925]

Hello! I'm new to this but have you ever thought about any of your favorite characters while they're in the act and you look down at a certain part and they're so big on you that it scares you but they're pretty sure it could fit.I don't know if you could write something like that, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.

hellooo, absolutely love this prompt so much ty for this ♡

men that make it fit | 18+

warnings/tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, size difference, fingering, pet names, praise kink, squirting, raw sex, implied multiple orgasms, large cocks ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Big men who just cover your entire body with theirs when they’re on top of you. 

Guys who make you feel so small when you’re on their lap, their hands are so damn big that they can cover your entire waist, legs, and hands—practically engulfing you. 

Big men that just pin you to the mattress while making out with you, they’re so strong without needing to try, and you probably should feel scared by the difference in strengths but god—you feel so secure. 

And you know he’ll take care of you even if he can hurt you sometimes—never on purpose unless you want it—because of how massive he is. 

Guys who feel just a little bad when they hear you cry from them pushing their thick fingers inside you—stretching your poor cunt and making you leak all over his hand as he curls his fingers inside your plush walls, coaxing out a throbbing orgasm from you. 

“Such a sweet little thing for me,” You hear him murmur, watching as your face twists with pleasure, and he can see the slight worry in your eyes as he fucks you with his fingers. “My baby is taking me so well already.” 

But can you take his cock? 

Fuck—what if it’s too big? 

It must be—his fingers are already too much for you—his dick will be nearly impossible to fit inside you. 

“You think you can be good and take my cock?” You whine, feeling heady and muddy as he pins both of your hands above your head on the bed, while his other hand continues to twist and curl inside you, his thumb pressing and rubbing your swollen clit. “I want to feel my favourite pussy, sweetheart.” 

But you suck in a shaky breath, eyes wide and scared because you know you can’t fit all of him in, and he chuckles breathlessly as he kisses your lips so softly, making you melt against him. 

“Don’t be scared,” He kisses your cheek, then gives your trembling lower lip a gentle pull with his mouth, trying to get you relaxed as he strums his fingers through your sopping folds, his voice low and deceptively soothing. “I’ll be gentle with you, okay?” 

He always is—and that’s the thing. 

No matter how gentle he tries to be—he still ends up stretching you so wide that you think you might actually split in half, the sting of him inside you being too much that you cry sometimes.

He kisses you, and reassures you, hand running up and down your body to spread goosebumps all over your skin. 

Then he’s pushing his pants off to let his fat cock bounce free—it lands on your belly, all hot and heavy, and your breath hitches as electricity sparks through your body—and your heart rate doubles with every passing moment, just waiting for him to stuff you with his cock. 

“Relax for me,” He says while guiding his dick to slide between your plush pussy, letting your slick folds hug his length and coat them in juices as he rocks his hips—his cock head bumping against your clit every time his hips are flushed against yours. 

“You feel that, baby?” Your lashes flutter, your eyes half-lidded as he works you up, making your cunt pulse as he glides his heavy cock over it. “You’re gonna be so good and fit all of me, okay?” 

You gulp, but you still nod—because you want to be good for him. 

You want to feel him and make him feel good. 

And he watches you, focused, taking in every twitch of your features as he slowly pushes the head of his dick inside you—his eyes alight with heat when he sees the way your mouth pops open with a gasp, already feeling the intense stretch of him. 

“You’re okay, baby,” he shushes you, sliding his hands under your thighs to guide them around his waist, and you whine as you hook your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, sloppily kissing him as he waits for you to adjust. “You feel so tight already—fuck—”

He groans, his voice vibrating against you, and you begin to breathe heavily as he pushes his fat cock into you—making you feel every agonizing inch as your pussy struggles to swallow him whole. 

“I—“ Your sentence gets cut short as you choke, already feeling him in your lungs and he’s only halfway in, “I can’t—”

“You can,” One of his hands comes up to swipe a fallen tear on your cheek with his thumb, while his other hand pins you to the bed by the waist. “I know you can, baby, you always did before.”

Which is true—you always did but—

It’s just so fucking big—holy shit—

You bite your lip, and your eyes squeeze shut as you try your hardest to relax—your fluids being pushed out as he lodges his dick inside your warm, plush walls, causing a wet mess all over your thighs and bed. 

You hold him as if you’re clinging onto dear life—taking all of him as he kisses you through it—until his hips finally press against your ass, his cock so deep that your limbs grow numb and you swear you can orgasm already. 

“There you go, sweetheart,” He purrs, waiting a moment as your pussy throbs around him, feeling abused and soaked, and he smiles down at you so achingly soft. “Taking me all like a good girl for me.” 

Then he pulls back—

“Oh god—” And you keen when he rocks his hips forward, sliding his cock along your walls, and he sets a pace of fucking you—getting you wet and your eyes to roll back as he becomes greedy with your pussy. 

“Look, baby,” He grunts, thrusting his cock in and out, his length coming out slick and creamy from your arousal, and he grips your face—fingers squishing your cheeks—to make you look down. “Look how well you’re taking me.” 

Your vision is foggy, you’re barely able to comprehend anything except for the dick inside your sore cunt, and you blink blearily as you try to look at what he wants you to see and—

Fuck.

You watch the way his cock disappears into your pussy, his girth forcing its way into you—and you let out a shaky breath at the way you’re taking it all in. 

Just like he said you would. 

“Told you I’ll make it fit, sweetheart, I always do,” You hear him murmur, and you force yourself to relax into a ragged breath as your limps melt into the mattress beneath you.

You feel like you’re being split in half as he fucks you over and over, bringing you higher and higher until you’re cumming all over him—gushing out liquid as you squirt on his cock with a wet moan, his name on your tongue—

And he takes good care of you throughout it all. His aftercare overwhelms you with cuddles of love and affirmation.

He loves you too much, anyway.

End.

Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, Atsumu, Suna, Gojo, Choso, Sakusa, Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Akaza, Oda, Kuroo, Hinata, plus any of your fav characters ♡

Masterpost

[ddejavvu]

Cant stop thinking about Logan bending Wades darling little sister (in her 20s) over the kitchen table while Waded out on a mission. That is all I can think about right now

Insatiable - Logan Howlett x Reader

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contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. age gap (legal; reader is in her 20's, logan is like... 200 years old.), wilson!reader, dirty talk, slight breeding mentioned

The only reason you're able to do it in the kitchen is because Wade isn't home, and you'd managed to shut the door on his pathetically endearing little dog. Mary Puppins is probably tearing up Wade's poor excuse for a comforter right now, and Logan is tearing up- well.

You.

Your pussy.

You're bent so far over the counter that your tits are cold, your nipples stiff and sensitive against the countertop. The pressure against them hurts, or maybe it's a lack of other stimulation against them- either way, they're stinging and you wish to right yourself and tug mercilessly at them.

But Logan's weight- not the full load, or you'd be crushed - is holding you down, your hands scrabbling uselessly at the smooth counter for purchase that you'll never find as you're rocked steadily into the cabinets below.

Logan's cock is buried so deep inside of you that you're not sure he'll ever get it out again, but then he does, and then he thrusts back in and you're hit all over again with a sense of shit, I didn't know I went that deep. He's found your limit, stretched your cunt to the breaking point with his impressive length, and his facial hair tickles the side of your face as he takes your cunt from behind.

Your face smacks painfully against the cabinets over the counter and Logan reaches a hand up to cover your forehead, "Shit, be careful. Head down, honey, there you go. Wouldn't want Big Brother finding an imprint of your face in the wood."

"Whaddya think he'd say?" Logan's suddenly snickering, a gruff delight to his voice as he rams his cock inside you once more, thrusting at a steady, merciless pace, "Shit, if he knew my old ass had his sweet little sister pinned up against the counter..."

Wade would kill him. Or try valiantly to, as it's been established before by Wade's best efforts that Logan is one difficult motherfucker to kill. But you don't fancy a bloodbath even if the vessel will survive, so you tuck yourself tight to the counter so that you won't have to explain to Wade why the cupboard door is off its hinges.

Leaning forwards more only pushes your ass out further, and Logan groans, dick twitching, as he's able to thrust more viciously beneath the curve of your ass. He's humping you like a dog, a depraved pace set as he chases an impending orgasm.

"Taking you in your brother's house- aagh, shit," Logan grunts, nose nudging against the back of your neck as he inhales your sweat, "God he's gonna drop his swords on this fucking counter as soon as he walks through the door, not- not even gonna know your tits were smashed up against it. He's gonna get coke from that cabinet in an hour," Logan's voice is strained, moreso the faster he pumps his hips, and all you can do is cry out as he ravages your cunt, "He's never gonna know I made his sister cream up against it. Never gonna know I fucked my fuckin' babies into you here, aah- agh-I-!"

Logan bites, hard against your shoulder, catching some of your neck in the process and introducing yet another blindingly painful sensation that turns into sick, twisted pleasure between your legs. Your cunt is spent, barely capable of another orgasm after you'd already had two fucked out of you before, but it gives you its best shot as Logan's thick, warm cum gushes into you, immediately too much for your poor pussy to handle as it drips down your thighs instead.

Logan relinquishes your shoulder with a low groan, his breath coming hot and heavy as he pants, "You alright?"

"Yeah," You whimper, legs shaking as Logan holds you steady, "I- I don't think I can stand anymore."

"That's okay." Logan hums, gentler now that he's fucked himself calm. He peels you off of the counter, supporting your body weight as he half-walks, half-drags you down the hallway towards his bedroom, "Next round's on my bed, sweetheart. You won't need to move a muscle."