#its been driving me n u t s

[transannabeth]

uhhh a bit of a weird question - do i have to have a kindle to read your book if i buy it from amazon? i have an e-reader that's a different brand and i've never bought an ebook from amazon, though i don't see why it wouldn't work

no i don't believe so!! i think you need a kindle app on like a phone, but i think it's free to download, and you can use kindle cloud reader on laptops it looks like!

if you don't want to use either of those, you can also buy the pdf elsewhere by using this link if that's preferable!!

[hannieehaee]

overstimulating sub!dokeyom pls its been on my mind all day 😵‍💫

18+ / mdi

content: sub!seokmin, softdom!reader, afab reader, established relationship implied, smut, handjob, mentions of penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 806

a/n: thank u for requesting i love sub!dk</3

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"that's- oh, fuck, that's so good, oh ..."

"yeah? want me to keep going?", you murmured against his ear, taking in the full-body shudder you felt seokmin go under.

"y-yes, please don't stop," he leaned further into you, larger body somehow melting into your own despite his larger size.

with your arms and legs wrapped around the boy, he leaned back into your chest, whimpering any time your hand would go a little extra hard on the hard cock it was currently holding.

it had been about an hour since the boy first sat against you as you toyed with his dick, hands occasionally going up to pull at his sensitive nipples all while your lips suckled at his neck and kissed at his ears. seokmin had become a mess only five minutes into your touches.

everything began with the pretty boy coming home entirely too exhausted from a long day at work (followed by the gym since he'd always been a gym rat at heart), falling straight into bed without much more than a quick hello and a kiss to you. not having any of it, you decided to help your boyfriend out by giving helping him with his skincare and offering a massage.

the idea of the massage had died off the moment you decided to help him out of his clothes, becoming entirely too enticed by how pretty he looked completely bare and far too pliant to your touch due to his exhaustion. getting him to sit up against you as you felt him up was far too easy. getting his cock hard had been even less of a difficulty, as the boy was simply too easy to rile up.

after a few suggestive touches, he began begging for you completely unprompted. not one to ever resist touching him, you played with him in the softest way you could, knowing that such soft touches would quickly drive him into delirium.

now he sat against you, soft breaths leaving his mouth accompanied by the occasional whimpers for more. he was more sensitive than usual, leading to a chorus of cries filling the room as you loved on him.

"want more ... fuck, n-not enough, please ...", he eventually came to whimper after a while of touches with no real gratification attached.

"more? what do you want, pretty? want my hand off your cock? hmm?"

"n-no! just- just ... more, oh- oh, fuck," he let his head fall back against your shoulder the moment your thumb began rubbing at his sensitive tip all while your other hand pinched roughly at his nipple.

"this? you want me to make you cum, minnie?", you murmured into his ear.

"y-your p-pussy. feels so good, b-but need your pussy, fuck, please," he pleaded, wiggling against you petulantly.

his body was clearly fighting against the pleasure from your fist around him and the sheer need to feel your cunt wrapped around him.

there was a mean part of your brain that decided to ignore his inner turmoil, however. making him cum pathetically into your fist as he begged for pussy just sounded too appealing for you to pass up. this thought made your hand speed up, meanly toying at him whilst your other hand grabbed at his balls to add to the stimulations.

the poor boy was unable to contain himself properly, moaning and groaning as his orgasm began to approach.

"b-baby, n-no, fuck. d-don't stop, oh, fuck, please ..."

"no? but i thought you wanted my cunt?," you taunted him, hands not stopping its movements.

mindlessly, he began shaking his head with a pout on his lips, "want it, i swear! want your pretty cunt, b-baby, just- just, please ... need to cum s-so bad," seokmin whimpered breathlessly.

"then cum for me, baby. cum and i'll give you whatever you want, pretty," you kissed at his neck as you reassured him, giving him the greenlight to finally let go.

"t-thank you. thank you, fuck. thank y-oh! fuck ..."

throughout his orgasm, you continued playing with his cock, drinking in the broken gasps he kept hiccuping out. you touched and felt him up up until he began begging you to stop. that mean part of your brain insisted on you to keep going until he cried for you, but you knew how exhausted he was, so you saved that thought for later.

once his orgasm finally subsided, he fell against you, murmuring nonsensical words gratitude and breathing out the in relaxation.

you gave him no time to settle into you before making your way out of the bed, gesturing at him to get up by tugging at his hand.

"c'mon, baby. let me draw you a bath so you can relax a little more."

"will i- can you-"

"yes, baby. i'll keep my promise. you can have my cunt if you're good," you chuckled at his stammering.

[agentmarcuspike]

“t h e l o n g e s t n i g h t”

– a secret santa holiday fic for erin @perotovar ✧

pairing: marcus pike + nonbinary!reader synopsis: left alone in the big city during the longest night of the year, a stranger in a club makes you wish it were even longer. word count: 1.9k a/n: i was so fucking excited when i got you as my giftee, erin. i love everything you make, gifs and stories, and i've been wanting to give something back to you, so i’m grateful for this excuse/opportunity. wanted to post it on the actual solstice, but when i saw you were my secret santa too, i couldn’t wait lol. (a lil shoutout to @scenaaario as well, for being my secret informant.) love u, proud of u!

It's the winter solstice; the shortest day of the year.

But then again, it’s also the longest night.

All of your friends have already gotten on their trains and planes to celebrate the holidays with their families, leaving you to create your own traditions. Usually you’d get out of town as well, hole up somewhere the sky is clearer, the air lighter. Celebrate the return of the sun, the light, the new year, with a bonfire and candles to drive the dark away. From without, so within.

This year is different. A last minute opportunity presenting itself for your best friend; spending the holidays and New Years in Thailand with her Man of the Month, had left you in charge of house sitting, looking after her apartment and moody old cat.

So this year, on the darkest of the nights, unable to escape the city, you’re hoping to make the many hours pass as quickly as possible, the promise of lighter days the only thing you look forward to.

You’ve been staring at yourself in the club’s dirty bathroom mirror for far too long, impatient fists knocking on the door, and you yell at them to give you a second. Face sweaty, eyeliner smudged, eyes empty, you barely recognize yourself. The sheer black shirt you’re wearing is unbuttoned as far as it can be. With a last look at the person in the mirror, you straighten your septum piercing, and make your way out of the bathroom.

The heavy scent of spilled beer and sweaty bodies hit you as soon as you open the door. Thumping music, more bass than tune, tickles your eardrums, and you can feel the sound as waves of prickles on your skin. The soles of your boots stick to the greasy floor where you’re making your way across the room, squeezing through the crowd of people, who are all moving as one; a massive creature with many heads, twice as many arms, and a sole purpose with existence: To dance the night away.

It’s not possible to avoid touching people as you push through to get to the bar, so you try your best to be respectful with your hands, but as you place them carefully on a slim waist to push past, a zap runs through your arm, as if your finger were a fork and this body were electric. Five thousand Volts of static travel between you, and the body your hands quickly withdraw from must have felt it too, because he quickly turns to face you.

Looking down at you, his brows are raised, mirroring yours, mouth slightly agape. A different type of electricity runs through you as your eyes meet. It travels from your face, burning your cheeks, through your throat, removing every trace of moisture on its way to your stomach, where it does a loop, and ends as a throbbing pressure between your legs.

In the short moments of flashing lights, you can make out his features. High cheekbones shadowing his clean shaven face. Slightly crooked nose and sharp jawline. Kind eyes, crinkling at the corners, softening it all out.

You can’t hear him, but his shoulders shake as he laughs, and you laugh too, looking away nervously. He brings your attention back to him when he leans down, mouth to your ear.

“I’d shake your hand, but I’m worried you’ll shock me again.”

His voice is surprisingly deep, but not booming. It has a comforting, gentle glee to it, and his breath tickles the sensitive skin around your ear.

“I’m Marcus,” he finishes before pulling away far enough to look at your face again.

Staring at each other, you can only giggle. You lick your lips before leaning in, lips brushing the shell of his ear as someone bumps into you, pushing you closer. With a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, you tell him your name.

“And you shocked me!” you accuse.

“Why would I do that?!” Marcus yells, hand on his chest in mock offense.

Something about him has you grinning, your mouth dry, upper lip sticking briefly to your exposed teeth as you close your mouth. He’s funny, he’s cute. You wanna buy him a drink.

Your platform shoes give you some extra height, but you still have to stand on your toes to reach his ear when he stands up tall.

“Thirsty?” you ask, supporting yourself with a hand on his bicep.

“Parched.”

“Drink?”

“Yeah.”

Your hand glides from his upper arm, across his warm skin, feeling the nerves in his forearm flex under your fingers. When your hand reaches his, you squeeze it once before taking the lead, creating a path and guiding you both through the crowd towards the bar.

The music is quieter there, muffled by a thin wall dividing the bar area from the dance floor. You can no longer feel the booming bass in your body, but the way your heart is beating it might as well have slipped inside of you, bruising the inside of your chest bone with insistent thumps, begging to be let back out again.

Marcus leans on the bar bench, and you do the same. Or, at least you try to. Your height makes you feel more like a child being allowed to order hot chocolate by themself for the first time, face peeking over the bar like a meerkat. He must see it too, because he shoves you playfully.

“Wanna sit on my shoulders so you can see?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, yeah. Heard it all before.”

He turns towards you, looking down at your shoes.

“I mean, even with the platforms…”

“Okay, mister, we’re both well aware of how much I need a couple of inches.”

Your accidental innuendo catches him off guard, and he just stares at you for a second.

“No, wait–” you begin.

“Wow!”

“I didn’t– That wasn’t what I–”

But it’s too late, you’re already blushing, burying your face in your hands as you groan.

Marcus just laughs, patting your back with a soft, gentle hand.

“All good, don’t worry. How about we start with two fingers?”

It’s your turn to be speechless. Not sure whether to be impressed or offended by his abrasiveness, you look back up towards him, but he’s not looking at you. You follow his gaze to the bartender, who’s busy filling two glasses with… two fingers of whiskey.

Marcus accepts the glasses from the bartender, and hands you one with a satisfied smirk.

“It’s gonna be a long night if you keep this up,” you murmur, shaking your head playfully as you smile into the glass.

“I’ll drink to that,” Marcus grins back, finishing his drink in one go.

He looks at you expectantly, and with a grimace you down your own, before you let him grab you by the hand and pull you back towards the dance floor.

Marcus’ hands softly grip your waist as you move to the music. He gracefully guards you, quickly and easily twirling you out of the way whenever someone grinds too close. Your own hands rest on his broad shoulders, one of them moving slowly to the back of his neck, your thumb drawing small circles over the soft skin behind his ear.

He closes his eyes, leaning to rest his forehead against yours, and you swear you can feel the vibrations of him purring through his chest.

You’re no longer following the music, your bodies swaying to the steady pulse of your own hearts, which are beating in unison, a tango for just the two of you.

Marcus’ dark eyes flutter open, so close you can barely focus. His nose brushes yours as he leans in all the way, connecting his lips with yours. Soft at first, mouths closed, firmly pressed against each other. With your hands on his neck, you pull him down towards you, closer, closer, closer, and his hands on your waist grip you tighter.

He breaks away, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as he moves to your neck, where he presses open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin, sucking lightly. A shiver runs through you, leaving goosebumps from your tailbone to the very top of your head. You turn towards him, seeking his mouth with your own.

This time you part your lips to invite him in, poking your tongue out ever so slightly. He accepts your invitation, feeding you his tongue back, the residue of whiskey coating it burning deliciously. It’s soft, your mouths working together instead of fighting for dominance, but it quickly grows more needy, two sets of hands grabbing and pulling, searching for something to hold onto.

Your hands settle on his lower back, finding the waistband of his pants, hooking your fingers in his belt hoops. With a quick tug, you pull his hips flush with yours, and he gasps into your mouth. He pulls away, just far enough to look into your eyes properly. A question between you, pulled tight like a rubberband. Requesting permission to move further. You nod at him once, giving him the green light, and the rubberband snaps as his lips once again connect with yours.

And he indulges. His hands travel to rest at your lower back, before sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing once. You catch yourself wishing, for the first time in your life, that you’d worn a skirt, so you could have felt his big hands against your skin. The cramped mass of people dancing around you are oblivious to your endeavor, only bumping into you every now and then, but Marcus doesn’t let you budge an inch, holding you tight, a hand on your ass and one arm sneaking around your back, holding onto your waist.

Your thumbs find the sliver of skin between his waistband and his shirt. With slow movements, in contrast to the quick blinking of lights seeping through your eyelids, you draw tiny circles on the soft skin of his narrow waist. One of his hands moves back to your face, thumb resting against your lower lip as he delicately pulls on it with his teeth, soothing the sting with his tongue immediately. You wish he’d have bitten harder, drawn blood. That he’d taste you, mix the fluid from your veins with the ones of his mouth. Swallow you.

He thrusts against you once, seeking friction, hard and impatient underneath his clothes. Had he shoved his hands down yours, he would have found you dripping as well; so slick and ready to take him. But all you can do with the crowd of people moving around you is hold on tight, and hope for an opening, however small, between atoms, letting your bodies move inside each other, the way his tongue does in your mouth, and your hand, secretly between your bodies, gently covering his protruding bulge.

You squeeze him gently, and you can feel his lashes flutter against your nose as he rests his forehead against yours, his mouth open in a silent moan.

The dance floor doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just the two of you now. Two hungry bodies, two lonely souls. You hear no more music, ears filled only with the sound of rushing blood. All you can taste is whiskey, and all you can see is him. You catch yourself wishing that this night, the longest one of the year, would last just a little while longer.

— happy holidays !!! x

[rockstvrdotcom]

okay, hear me out, a D/S dynamic with Ticci Toby. One day you leave the mansion and go into town to buy a couple of things with Toby, and while he's gone to go get something some random guy approaches you. You don't realize it but he's flirting with you and again without realizing it you're somewhat flirting back, but Toby definitely noticed and when you get back to the mansion he's decided that you need to be taught who you belong to.

- 𝙔𝙊𝙐'𝙍𝙀 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀 !! ⪼☆

TICCI TOBY X FEM! READER ♡

enjoy!

oh my gosh i literally love this OMGG

CW: hair pulling, being tied up, dom/sub, jealousy fuck, breeding kink, orgasm denial (like once) , light choking, degradation, name calling (slut, whore, cunt), fwb, dub con (if u squint..)

you can skip to the part where it becomes NSFW cuz its kinda long

"you ready to go?" toby asked, keys to the mansions shared car in hand. he wore a black hoodie and some grey cargos with a belt, a mask covering the lower half of his face. you were just gonna get groceries for the mansion, you and toby were the more "normal looking" people.

you nodded, heading towards the exit. he opens the door for you and you thank him in response. you heard the old van's engine begin to run, you were suprised how that old thing still works. you head to the van, opening the door to the drivers seat. toby grabs your wrist. "we both know you suck at driving, let me drive." he said so passive aggresively. you roll your eyes, "i also suck something else." you winked. he looked away, shoving you into the car.

you mostly sat in silence for most of the ride, the occasional sex joke here and there. the ride to get into town was almost half an hour with this old ass van, leaving you both plenty of alone time.

but, you and toby arent a couple. actually, you aren't even that close as friends. it's more of a friends with benefits situation, whenever you both are horny or whatever, you fuck. that's pretty much it. you don't really talk when you're not doing that.

you think hes cute and hot, and he thinks the same for you. thats for sure. but relationships in the mansion never really.. work. you asked toby out before, but he rejected you since it "distracts from work" or whatever he says, you guys never became more than just friends with benefits. you breathe in as you both arrive to the grocery store. just a few snacks and frozen meals, you both didn't want to be out for long. your faces have been on wanted papers lately, you didnt wanna risk it.

you looked at the checklist..

waffles

broccoli

kitchen knife

pizza

noodles

water

it wasn't much, so you took your time look through the aisles for something you wanted. as you walked, you accidentally bumped into some random guy who had tons of stuff in his hand.

"i'm so sorry-" you let out a little gasp, apologizing for the inconvenice. you don't usually apologize, let alone do you even say anything thats somewhat nice, but damn this guy was smoking hot.

"it's no problem," the guy laughed. you smiled back sheepishly. "would you mind helping me pick this stuff up? if you have time of course." he asked.

you nodded yes frantically. picking up this fallen cans of food and whatever else there was, as you were, he asks "what's your name?" while scratching his neck, trying not to make it obvious he was trying to get your number.

"it's y/n. what's yours?" you ask back. you finished helping him pick everything up.

"it's emir." he smiled. he was almost as tall as toby, he was about 6'1 (ik thats not tobys canon height) with (h/c) hair and (s/t) skin.. and he was mighty fine.

"sooo.. i think you're pretty cute. and i may or may not have bumped into you on purpose just to get your number.." he laughed nervously and you giggled in response.

"aw thanks! i think you're pretty cute too," you took out your phone, "my number is-" you felt an arm snake around you, and another snatch your phone out of your hand.

you looked behind you, a figure slightly towering over you. "what the f-" he shushed you.

"she has a boyfriend." it was toby, you realized that when he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to the exit, grocery bags in his other hand. you looked behind you to emir and mouthed sorry. he laughed awkwardly, disappointed.

toby let go of you so you could get in the van. you both went in and literal steam was about to come out of your ears. "toby, what the actual fuck was that." you said with furrowed eyebrows.

he stayed silent and turned on the radio. he began to drive and you scoffed. "the guy was actually hot too.." you mumbled under your breath. you faintly heard a grunt escape tobys mouth and you rolled your eyes. "while you were flirting with some guy, i got the groceries." he said, eyes focusing ahead of him while he started the engine.

"we weren't even flirting, he just wanted my number!" you told him, anger obvious in your voice.

"like hell you weren't flirting. you literally were about to give him your number dumbass." you kept silent after he said that, and looked out the window for the rest of the ride.

by the time you both were out of the car and at the mansion, he had a death grip on your arm as he dragged you up the staircase and into his room. he slams the door behind you, locking it.

nsfw below the cut! ★

he pinned you against the wall. "you're fucking mine." he whispered into your ear. he moved strands of your hair away and bit and sucked at your neck and shoulders, showing everybody who you belong to. you moaned out his name, feeling his dick growing through his pants against your leg. he shoved you onto the bed, getting ontop of you with his knee inbetween your legs. he took off his belt and took ahold of your wrists, tying you to the headboard of his bed.

his look softened for a second, admiring your body beneath him. "you're such a fucking slut. what makes you think you can talk to other men like that? you're mine, you belong to me." he said into the nook of your neck, lightly choking you as he was taking in the smell of your perfume. he took off your clothes that were already half off. he fondled with your breasts, smashing his lips against yours, your lipstick lightly smudged on his lips. his lips found their way across your body, he left occasional hickeys on the way down to your pussy.

he aggresively kissed your inner thighs, "all mine." he grunted inbetween kisses. hands gripping your thighs, his nails digging into your skin.

"i'm all yours, toby." you said under your breath, your back slightly arched.

"bullshit." he scoffed as he looked up at you, pushing your panties aside and putting his fingers inside of you, thrusting them in and out of your dripping wet cunt. a loud moan escaped through your lips as he began to eat you out while he fingered you, tongue circling around your clit.

"you love my tongue, don't you? slutty bitch." he said, words laced with venom and jealousy. his harsh words brought heat straight down to your pussy, you clenched around his fingers. you became increasingly hot, and knew your orgasm was coming.

"toby- fuck- i'm coming." you moaned, biting your lip. the knot in your stomach began to untie. you felt his pace begin to slow, then stop. you whined, bucking your hips up hoping to get some pleasure and bring you to your high. he retracted from your pussy and took back his fingers. leaving you a panting and sweaty mess, still tied up. he shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself on his hands. "suck, whore." he told you, pushing his fingers further down your throat.

"please toby, let me cum, please. i'm sorry. " you cried out through his fingers, begging for your release. he chuckled at your pleas.

"you wanna cum so bad, don't you? fucking slut." he laughed at you, the humiliation brung red to your cheeks as you tugged at his belt that kept you stuck to the bed, begging to be untied and atleast finish yourself if he wasn't gonna do it for you.

you sighed in relief as he took off his shirt and pants, throwing them to the side and pulling down his boxers just enough so his dick would pop out. "i'm gonna put all of my babies inside of your pathetic cunt." he growled, eyeing down your naked body like a hungry wolf.

he pushed his dick into your pussy, already thrusting in and out at a brutal pace. you cried out, back arched. he admired how your eyes rolled back and how your beautiful voice was chanting his name. he messily played with your clit as he pounded in and out of you, the bed banging against the wall.

you felt the knot in your stomach being brung back once again, tears of pleasure flowed out of your eyes. he straddled your hips, nails plunged into your sides, enough to break skin. you tried to grip onto something even with your hands tied, clenching on his dick.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck- i'm coming, please let me cum." you begged. he looked at you for a second, as if he was making a decision. then he picked up his pace, going faster than before. you cried out in pleasure, a wave of ecstasy washing over you as you came around his cock.

you felt his hips stutter, his pace became slower and sloppy. he wrapped his hand around your throat, leaning over you while playing with your tits. you bit your lip, still riding out your high. his thrusting sped up, then came to a stop. you felt him release inside of you. "fuck, your gonna look so pretty with my babies growing inside of you." he told you behind clenched teeth, roughly caressing your cheek.

"i don't wanna see you acting like that with another guy again." he said, about to unbuckle your wrists. you scoffed in annoyance.

"i asked you out and you said no, that's your fucking problem." the sexual tension was still there, but you could see rage on his face.

"your cunt belongs to me, you belong to me." he growled, before he roughly took ahold of your face and connected his lips with yours. his hands creeped down back to your pussy, playing with your clit. you tried to speak, to tell him that you were still sensitive. but it was muffled as he aggresively made out with you. he untied your hands, leaving them free to roam all across his body. you traced his muscles with your fingers, caressing every scar.

eventually you guys stopped eating at eachothers faces, and he laid down on the bed. you held him close to you, the room still smelled like sex. he pulled his boxers back up and pulled the sheets over both of you, kissing your forehead.

you laid there, your body sore. slowly, you began to drift away and fall asleep, head on his chest.

its not proofread so sorry if i made any mistakes. another post is coming otw! ♡

[crappymixtape]

shut up and kiss me

you get laid off and go back to hawkins for the weekend to wallow, steve picks you up from the bus station to hang out with your friends to try and clear your head, but the gang has other ideas and seizes the opportunity to try and get you two dummies to figure it out | ( 5.7k – fluff, a little angst, mostly fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader ) REQUEST @kimmyiewrites → fluff prompts number 25 "shut up and kiss me”

S H U T U P A N D K I S S M E 🎶 aubrey plaza - nick ward

The windows were all down as you rolled along the road in Steve’s BMW, cassettes strewn along the center console, half empty Coke bottles clinking in the drink holders. Sun beamed heavy on your bare legs, hot and sticky in the Indiana heat, summer holding you tight in its bright grasp.

You should’ve been excited, should’ve been looking forward to seeing everyone, but you weren’t. You’d called him as soon as you’d gotten home from work, your cardboard box of things sitting on the counter as you cried quietly into the receiver. Told him about the layoffs. About worrying over rent and food and finding a new gig and he just listened. He always listened. Knew what you needed before you did and after your parents told you to come home for a weekend he told you he’d pick you up from the station.

As soon as you stepped off the bus he pulled you in close, hugged you into his chest warm and familiar. Safe. You had a permanent frown on your lips and he tried to make you feel better. Tried all his stupid jokes, played Blondie for you in the car, bought a couple sodas and some snacks at a gas station on the way back into town.

It had helped a little, but you were swimming in anxiety, anticipating questions asking how you were, what were you up to, when you were going back. A muddled mixture of embarrassment, frustration, and sadness sat thick in your chest and you pushed a sigh from your lips and it made Steve look over at you from the driver’s seat.

“Doin’ okay over there?” he asked gently, a soft tease tinged with concern.

A sound came from you, somewhere between a grumble and another sigh and he gave you a lopsided smile.

“Well, it’ll be better once we’re back. Max won’t shut up about it,” he reached a finger over to poke at your ribs and you swatted it away grumpily, but your frown had softened at his mention of the red-headed girl.

“Yeah?” you gave into his bait and his smile grew.

“Yeah. And Dustin’s got a new antenna set up he won’t shut up about, so. Can’t wait to not be the only other person listening to him brag about not needing all those stupid D batteries.”

That got you to finally crack a smile and you tried to hide it behind your Coke bottle, but he caught it and turned to look at you all smug, just a hint of King Steve, your best friend.

“Quiet you,” you grumbled again and he hummed in satisfaction, putting his eyes back to the road.

“I didn’t say anything.”

��Mmhm, just drive.”

Steve pulled into the Wheeler’s driveway and your stomach sank at the balloons tied to the mailbox. Pink and orange and yellow and loud and you groaned, slumping in your seat, hands covering your face.

“You’re fine,” Steve shifted into park and turned to look at you, one of his hands reaching over to pull one of yours away from your face. “C’mon, I didn’t say anything, promise.”

You fixed him with a look, I can’t go in there, and he gently flicked your hand with his fingers. Playful. Reassuring. Still so much boy despite the years he’d grown.

“They really do want to see you. I just told them you’re visiting for a while, took some time off. C’mon.”

Closing your eyes for a minute you sucked in a breath, trying to steady yourself, and when you opened them again you thought maybe you could do it. You did miss everyone something fierce despite visits over the holidays, spring break, summer, whenever you could spare it honestly and when you looked over at Steve he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“I’ll even go in before you and take the silly string Sinclair and Mike are planning on spraying you with,” he offered and it pulled a laugh from you and he beamed. “There it is. You’re fine, it’ll be fun.”

Reaching over he clicked your buckle open for you before piling out of the car and you felt your stomach flip over as you followed.

Going up the front walk felt like it took ages, like you were moving through molasses, and when Steve lifted his hand to the doorknob you froze.

“Steve,” you stuttered and he looked over his shoulder at you, big brown eyes wide, wondering, waiting.

“Yeah?” his hand dropped.

The words wouldn’t come and his brows knitted together, sympathetic and soft. He grabbed your hand in his and squeezed it, giving you a little smile and nodded toward the door.

“It’s okay,” he murmured and turned back to the door, knocking overly hard. “Hello!” his voice was comically loud and you felt your cheeks flush, laughing and pushing at him and he gave you a grin. “Just me, your friendly neighbor Steve!”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you hissed through the grin that was creeping across your own lips now and he laughed too.

You could hear a commotion behind the door. Too-loud whispers, a yelp, someone dropping something and a bang against the wall and Steve gave you a look. “What in the hell is going on in there?” he whispered and you snorted, but then the door swung open and you both turned quick.

“Oh, whaaat? No one said you were coming!” Dustin’s voice was a pitch too high, cracking at the end as he tried to feign surprise and you had to bite your lips in to not laugh.

Steve rolled his eyes and you kicked the toe of his shoe with yours.

“Yeah! Here I am!” you played along, shoving your shoulder into Steve’s arm, holding him to his silly string promise as he stumbled in through the door before you and right on cue Lucas and Mike sprang out with two cans each, unloading them all too enthusiastically.

“GOTCHA!” they both yelled and Steve made a strangled noise as his arms flew up to cover his face, streams of blue and purple string covering his hair, his shoulders, his hands.

That finally pulled a real laugh from your lungs, one that should’ve embarrassed you, but it felt too good and when you saw Robin and Eddie doubled over behind Lucas, laughing so hard they were silent, it lifted the weight from your shoulders. Home. Your friends. A moment to just be.

“Okay, okay! Jesus, I think you got it!” Steve blindly waved both arms in front of him, hoping to smack at least one of the boys, but they were both too quick and snuck a high five while your best friend flailed.

Max was popping her gum when you looked up to see who else was inside and as Robin moved to help Steve with the two cans worth of silly string that had settled into his hair everyone crowded around.

“We ordered pizza for later!” El said, eyes bright and smile the same, soft and kind.

“And a movie!” chimed Will.

Max scoffed, “Pfft. Yeah. I wanted Predator, but someone had to veto.”

“Listen you, Dirty Dancing is a fucking masterpiece,” Eddie leveled the younger girl with a look, silver-ringed finger pointing at her with intent and she rolled her eyes.

“Whatever,” Max grumbled, but when you gave her a grin she smirked back.

“You and Steve can go get the pizza, it’ll be ready in a couple hours,” Nancy popped out from the kitchen with a wave, Jonathan close behind, “Mom and dad are outta town this weekend so, house to ourselves!”

“RAGER,” Dustin yelped and Steve reached over to roughly tousle his hair.

“Alright, pipe down,” he chided and Nancy waved the towel in her hand at everyone.

“You’re all gonna help clean up when we’re done,” her tone was firm, the same as it always was. Everyone murmured in agreement, a Yes ma’am mumbled from Robin, not one of them wanting to bring the wrath of Nancy upon themselves.

Then, once everyone had gotten a hug or a high five or secret handshake in Max’s case, they all dispersed into the house leaving you and Steve and Dustin in the entryway.

“Thanks for this,” you said quietly to the younger boy, a flush creeping across your cheeks and he gave you a big, wide smile. Reassuring and sweet.

“Duh,” he shot back and with a wink went to follow his friends into the kitchen. “Don’t forget, pizza soon or you’ll have a mutiny on your hands!” he called over his shoulder and you shook your head.

“I swear to god, age means nothing. They’re all still a bunch of little shitheads,” Steve muttered, taking your hand and pulling you along to join everyone else.

You fell into things so easy, just like you always did despite all of you being a little older, though you didn’t feel any wiser. A tangle of arms and legs sprawled across the couch, the floor, voices mingling together, laughter punching holes in conversation as the day spun on. Like nothing had changed.

For everyone else you were sure time was cruel. Tore people apart and drove them away, but with you, with your friends, your family it was different. With them, with you, every hug, every laugh, every smile, every little look was precious because you’d all been through hell and back.

Had watched the earth rip and tear open, gashes swallowing your home and setting loose an evil force that only you all knew how to stop. Had saved each other from the kind of monsters you thought only existed in your nightmares. You’d seen how well Steve could swing a bat full of nails, you learned how to shoot a gun, had made decisions that were life or death, watched your friends all do and endure things that they shouldn’t have.

It was survival mode.

It was patching Steve up every time he got his ass kicked. It was crawling into the shower and scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing because the ash and the blood and the dirt wouldn’t come off. It was everyone piled together in the living room shoulder-to-shoulder to sleep at night because you couldn’t bear to leave, so fucking relieved they were all still alive.

Maybe if things had been different you could’ve told him. Your best friend could’ve become something more, but it was all of you at the end of the world with no guarantees and maybe it was easier to tell yourself the feelings that swelled in your chest were friendship because then if you’d lost one another it’d make it hurt less.

But after you’d come out alive, the Upside Down shut out forever, you felt like you had to leave. Had to physically move to get Hawkins, to get the monsters off your skin, but as soon as you’d opened your first box in your new apartment to unpack you knew you’d made a mistake.

And so you were here. Stuck in this weird in between. Calling Steve every day, like he was your boyfriend. Holding his hand and getting drinks and going to the movies together every time you came home, like he was your boyfriend. Letting him give you a ride home because it was too late, like he was your boyfriend. Never making it home and fumbling up the stairs into his room, like he was your boyfriend.

Everyone else saw it.

Everyone, but you two.

“Hey,” a hand reached up from the carpet and punched into Steve’s leg.

You were sitting pressed thigh to thigh next to him on the couch watching Lucas and Will play the NES Mike had gotten for his birthday, both of them swearing under their breaths in the hope that Nancy wouldn’t hear.

“What the hell, Henderson?” Steve shot back, swatting at the back of his head and Dustin yelped.

“Pizza,” the younger boy drew the word out, all sass and attitude and you held back a snicker.

“Oh,” fell out of Steve’s mouth and he glanced down at his watch then over at you, “Alright, yeah. Guess we gotta go.”

“There’re five of them,” Nance said from where she was snuggled up tight against Jonathan in her dad’s old La-Z-Boy, “Cash is by the door.”

Steve looked over to see a mason jar sitting on the entryway table crammed full of ones and a ton of change and he closed his eyes, fingers moving to pinch at the bridge of his nose, “Great, cool, perfect.”

You had to stifle a laugh as Max glared up from her spot on the floor next to Lucas. Lips twisted in her signature scowl she quirked a brow at him, “What, pizza’s on you then, dad?”

Lucas snorted and tried to cover it up poorly with a cough.

“Little shitheads, all of you,” Steve made a point to wag a finger at them, but everyone ignored him, only a single middle finger raised in reply from Mike. Steve jammed his tongue into his cheek, cursing under his breath as you both got up from the couch and he took your hand in his, “C’mon.”

“Drive safe!” Dustin said, all sing-songy and taunting. Reaching into his back pack he pulled out an extra walkie and chucked it at Steve who fumbled it against his chest, but caught it and hissed more swears but much louder this time.

“Jesus, watch it! What do we need this for?”

“Just in case,” the younger boy said, matter of fact, and Steve sighed.

“Dart and all his shitty little brothers and sisters are dead, Henderson.”

“Just. In. Case,” Dustin repeated and with a shake of his head Steve gave up, pulling you wordlessly out the door and to the car.

The pizza shop felt like a sauna, so damn hot, and as you dumped the change on the counter – because Steve would rather have fought a demogorgon than be the one to pay – the kid standing behind the register scowled at you. He didn’t even bother counting it, just armed the contents into his drawer and shoved the jar back at you.

“Thanks for choosing Life of Pie,” he grumbled, happy to be rid of you both as you struggled not to laugh, but Steve was dying of embarrassment and as soon as the pizza was in-hand he had you back in the car again.

“Paying in all change? Christ,” he muttered, roughing a hand over his face and you finally let loose a laugh.

“Money’s money, Harrington,” you snarked and he shot you a look, but it didn’t hold any heat. It was fond, a flicker of a grin at the way you teased him, he loved it.

“A jar of dimes and pennies? No way, you can’t tell me–” but he stopped short when a crackle of static scratched from the back seat.

“Scoops Troop this is Griswold Family, we have a situation. Do you copy? Over.”

Heads turning at the same time you met Steve’s eyes across the center console, a familiar panic creeping in around the edges of you. Wrapping you up in its grasp and squeezing your chest tight as you tried to swallow it down. That part of your life was over. Wasn’t it?

“Scoops Troop, this is Griswold Family, code red! Do you copy?? Over!”

“What the hell?” Steve’s voice was tinged with the same nerves that gripped you now, but he was working real hard to keep it controlled. Trying to be level-headed. Not jump to conclusions. His brows furrowed, a deep pinch growing between them as he looked at you, praying to whatever god there was that this wasn’t happening and then he tossed his gaze over his shoulder to the back seat.

Shaking yourself you turned awkwardly against your seatbelt, scrambling between the pizzas to grab the walkie. “Griswold Family this is Scoops Troop, w–we copy. What’s going on?” your hand was shaking as you released the talk button, but then you quickly pressed it again as you remembered, “Over.”

“We have a situation, not secure to disclose details here. Proceed to the rendez-vous point at Weathertop. Over!”

Weathertop. The bluff. The giant-ass hill you’d dragged Dustin’s antenna up all those summers ago. The place where you went when everything was going wrong. The place where Suzie saved the world.

Steve grabbed the walkie out of your hand. “What d’you mean a situation? Henderson, I’m gonna need more than that,” his tone was even-keeled, but it held an urgency that made your stomach flip.

Silence greeted both of you on the other end of the walkie and Steve jammed the button down again, “Hey, dickhead, did you hear me?” Nothing. “Henderson?” Still nothing and when Steve pressed the button again you heard his tone shift with worry, but it wasn’t the change in his voice that got you. It was what he said. “Dustin?”

Dustin. Not Henderson. Not asshole. Not little shithead.

Dustin.

Huffing a heavy breath through his nose he crammed the walkie into your lap and shook his head, but didn’t hesitate, not for one second as he flipped a u-turn right there in the middle of the street, the wheels of his BMW squealing against the pavement.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. “There’s–there’s no way. Right?” his voice was pitched higher, reaching, grasping for reality and your stomach twisted uncomfortably. When you didn’t say anything he glanced over at you, shaking his head, practically begging you to answer him, “Right?”

“I don’t know!” came out harsher than you’d wanted it to and you screwed your eyes shut, biting the inside of your cheek to try and bring yourself back to reality. “I don’t know, Steve. I didn’t think so,” you tried again, but he didn’t say anything back and it dragged you back to the moment you decided to leave Hawkins.

“What d’you mean you’re leaving?”

“I don’t know, Steve! I’m leaving. Moving away? Not staying in Hawkins?”

“Okay, alright. You don’t need to be shitty about it.”

“I’m being shitty?”

“Yeah. You’re being shitty. You act like there’s nothing here for you, like nobody gives a shit about you, but you know that’s not true.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Might as well.”

Steve was standing in the doorway to your room, arms crossed over his chest like he did when he had built a wall around himself for protection. Preservation.

You’d asked him over so that you could tell him your plans, tell your best friend you were leaving. It had gone so much better in your head, promising to still talk all the time and visit and things wouldn’t change, but Steve had seen right through it and called you on your bullshit.

“You’re still my best friend,” you protested, taking a couple of steps toward him and he scoffed.

“What is this really about?” he asked, mirroring you and moving into the room, moving toward you.

“Steve…”

“They’re gone! It’s over, you saw the same thing I did. He’s dead.”

Roughing your hands over your face you felt a lump forming in your throat. “It doesn’t matter–”

“Doesn’t matter? C’mon, it’s safe! You don’t need to worry about–”

“Steve!” your hands fell away from your face, tears clinging along the long sweep of your lashes, tone sharp. Hurt. You closed the last few steps between the two of you and tilted your chin up to look into his eyes, to make sure he really heard you, “I can’t wash it off. It’s still there.”

“What’s still there?” he asked, clueless, but ready to prove you wrong.

“All of it. The dirt under my fingernails. That sticky fucking ash, I swear I can still smell it,” your words grew thick with the tears that were welling up. “Blood,” was said softly and you felt a tear slip free down your cheek, “Your blood. My blood. Max’s. Dustin’s. Eddie’s. Robin’s–”

“Hey. Hey,” his arms wrapped tight around you, warm and big and safe and for a second you felt yourself calm. Felt yourself melting into him and you pulled in a shaky breath.

“Steve,” your voice was muffled against his shirt and he let up a little so he could meet your gaze. “I can’t stay.”

And the look you gave him then shattered what little resolve he’d been holding onto because he finally understood. He knew. Knew what it felt like. Still struggled with the nightmares. Still swore he too could smell the sickly ash that fell from the sky in the Upside Down. He understood, but it still hurt.

Letting out a sigh, he didn’t know what to say. All he wanted was you. For you to stay. To say you loved him as much as he loved you, but he got it. The last few years had fucked everything up and while you’d all come out the other side you were changed. Different. And shit, maybe Steve wished he could leave too.

But instead he just pulled you in close again, hugging you tight to his chest, smoothing a hand over your hair and letting his shirt catch your tears as you let them come.

“Jesus!” the backs of your thighs lifted from the seat as Steve jerked the steering wheel hard left.

“Shit, sorry,” he winced with the uneven terrain, pulling off the main road into long, thick grass and through the still broken fence posts you’d first plowed through during Starcourt. The pizza in the backseat bumped with every dirt clod and pot hole and mole hill he ran over until he threw it in park, both of your head’s whipping forward with the sudden stop of movement.

“C’mon,” he unbuckled your belt, then his before reaching over the seat for the walkie and hopping out of the car.

The BMW had made it a little higher than the Todd Father had, but there was still plenty of bluff to climb and when you came around to meet him at the front of the car he grabbed your hand in his.

It’s gonna be fine. It’s gonna be fine. It’s gonna be fine.

Ran on repeat in your head as you tried your best to match Steve’s long strides up the hill, both of you sucking in air as you practically ran, sweat clinging to your foreheads and chests heaving with the effort. At least it was daytime now and you could see where you were going, unlike last time when it’d been the middle of the fucking night.

You thought about what you were going to do if the Upside Down was back, if Vecna was back, and fear brushed against you, an old familiar friend. Made you want to run, want to go back to your apartment and ignore it all and pretend that it wasn’t real, but you watched as Steve ran a hand through his hair. Watched as he climbed. Always so damn comfortable with the panic as it swelled in his chest. Faced it head-on. There wasn’t another option for him. It was simple.

His friends were in danger and he had to do something.

He’d always been braver than you, had always been there to hold your hand through it, always there to encourage you and tell you you could do it. You had it in you. Just a little further and it wasn’t any different when you were little.

Sharing ice cream when one of you tipped yours onto the sidewalk, putting bandaids on each other after scraping your knee when you fell of your bike, rocks on your window well past your bedtime when you were sad and needed company, snuck kisses behind the garden gate when you’d break up with your asshole boyfriend and all you wanted was Steve.

Plenty of too-long pauses and out of breath hesitations that should’ve been filled with I really, really like you. Hell, even I love you and you thought as you climbed that maybe this was it. Maybe you should tell him because maybe you wouldn’t get another chance and the thought of not having him, the thought of losing him again, was unbearable.

“Christ,” Steve heaved, pulling you out of your thoughts as you reached the top. Dustin’s new antenna came into view and while you didn’t know much about radios it was impressive.

Cerebro 2.0. Almost all new parts, nothing bent the wrong way, receiver free of most scratches and dings. A real radio. You almost smiled, but Steve had stopped short and let go of your hand.

“What the…” bending down he crouched next to a small portable stereo that you hadn’t noticed, looking up at you in utter confusion. It was right in front of the receiver with a piece of white printer paper taped to the front. Snatching the note he held it up to you, “I’m sorry, what is this?”

His expression was unimpressed. Irritated. Almost angry and your eyes flicked over to read the messily scribbled red pen.

Push Play.

“I–I dunno–” you mumbled, grabbing it from him and reading it again. It looked like…”–did Robin write it?”

Grumbling under his breath Steve yanked the walkie out from his back pocket and jammed the button down, “Listen here you little shitheads, what is this, huh?”

There was a small crackle of static and then, “Call sign please.”

Steve closed his eyes and pulled in a breath. A silent prayer to give him the strength to not strangle Dustin Henderson when he got down the hill. “Griswold Family this is Scoops Troop, do you copy? Over,” he said the last word like a curse and when Dustin replied his voice was full of cheek.

“Scoops Troop, this is Griswold Family, hear you loud and clear! Over.”

“What the hell is going on? Over,” Steve huffed a sigh, jaw clenched as he waited for the response, but you grabbed the walkie instead and put it down in the grass. “What–what’re you doing?” he asked, waving his arm down at the walkie.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you said, shaking your head, and Steve looked like he was going to implode.

“Nothing’s wrong? I’m sorry, no one’s dying? Why’d they call a damn code red if–”

“Steve,” you grabbed his hand. Leaning down you pressed a finger against the play button on the stereo and it whirred to life.

A piano started playing, notes you knew by heart and when you realized what it was you couldn’t help but look up at Steve. His expression softened too and he slowly lowered the hand that had been holding the piece of paper as the song spun on.

Restless hearts, sleep alone tonight, sendin' all my love along the wire…

“Oh, girl, you stand byyyy me!” Steve belted out, tugging the hand of yours he was holding and yanking you into him, pulling a laugh from your lips as you spun around the kitchen together. It was Christmas Eve and snow fell outside covering everything in a soft blanket of white.

“I'm forever yoooours, faithfully!” you sang back, a little unsteady on your feet from all the beer, the sounds of everyone else laughing and shouting from the living room bleeding into the music as it played loud through the stereo on the counter.

“The voice of an angel,” Steve said and you nodded, grinning up at him as he gently swayed you back and forth.

“Not a bad name either,” you teased back and he gave you a grin of his own, chest puffed out proudly.

“Listen, no one is as good as Perry,” he said quite seriously, speaking of his favorite singer with reverence, but then he looked down at you and his expression softened into something warmer. Something familiar, but different. “But I’ll sing with you anytime,” he finished and you felt your breath catch in your throat as the arm he had round your waist pulled you closer, the wide expanse of his hand pressed into the small of your back.

You could see all the little freckles that chased across his cheeks, the twin moles along his jawline, long sweep of lashes hiding big, brown eyes that were warm and gold and hazy like whiskey.

He swallowed and you watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, his lips parted but hesitating, unsure of what he wanted to say.

“Steve?” you asked and he blinked a couple of times as if to try and gather his thoughts that you’d scattered across the kitchen just by saying his name.

“Yeah?” he leaned down into you, so close you could feel his breath as it warmed over your cheek, could feel his chest pressed into yours, swore you could hear his heart beating just as loud as yours.

“Oh god, this song again? Harrington, c'mon,” Eddie stomped into the kitchen with his boots, pulling Steve’s eyes up from you to glare at your friend as he wrenched the fridge open for another beer.

“Really?” Steve shot, a simple one-word question that held a staggering weight and as Eddie cracked the can open he stopped short of bringing it to his lips, looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“What?” Eddie asked, but then his eyes flicked from you to Steve to you and back to Steve and his eyes grew wide. “Oh. Oh, shit. I’m sorry, you were gonna like–” and then he made a kissy face at you both and Steve’s cheeks burned bright red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Biting your lips in against a laugh you buried your head into Steve’s chest and groaned weakly.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha,” Eddie said with a wink before slowly backing out of the kitchen, “I was never here.”

Steve heaved a sigh and he gently squeezed you in his arms, never really able to just have a minute but still so thankful to have what you did. To have your friends. To have this. Have Steve.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured and you wrapped your arms tight around him as he softly pressed his lips to the top of your head.

And being apart ain't easy on this love affair, two strangers learn to fall in love again.

The wind picked up across the bluff, tugging at the piece of paper Steve was holding and pulling it from his hand. He scrambled to grab it, but the wind swept it off into the grass that rolled like the ocean and he buried his face in his hands and let out a frustrated groan.

You felt your heart racing in your chest, finally realizing why your friends had pushed you up here, watching as Steve fought the same feelings that had wrapped themselves around you. Realizing this was it. The moment you threw it all into the wind with the paper, the moment you said to hell with it, said what you’d wanted to say all those times before but couldn’t.

I get the joy of rediscovering you.

“They called us all the way up here to listen to a song? I thought someone was hurt! Or–or some nasty flesh monster decided to start melting people again!”

“Steve–”

“What are we twelve? This is ridiculous. And totally irresponsible. We’re still like, at least ten minutes from Nancy’s. The pizza’s probably already cold and no one’s gonna want to eat it and–”

“Steve!” you shouted again, voice breaking through his rambling and he stopped, hair wild from running his hands through it and just stared at you.

“What?” he said, tone short and breathless. His heart was pounding in his chest, reeling from the overwhelming sense of relief, but unable to gain footing against the anxiety dump.

Oh, girl, you stand by me.

You grabbed his hands in yours, gently pulling him closer and closer until you were toe-to-toe, close enough to see his breathing even out. Close enough to see his eyes grow a little less wild, felt him tangle his fingers with yours trying to root himself in reality through you and the way you were looking at him.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you whispered and he hesitated for a split second, brows pulled together at the thought of what this meant, almost pained, but then he closed his eyes and you exhaled. Soft relief, anticipation, finally.

And he leaned down, catching your bottom lip between his in a kiss that said everything you’d wished you’d said so much sooner. A promise you’d made to each other so many times before, but never said aloud. Steve. Your best friend. Your everything.

I'm forever yours, faithfully.

It was slow, tender, planted itself in your chest and bloomed like wildflowers in the field. It was warm like watching the sunset light up the sky from the hood of Steve’s car, sweet like strawberry milkshakes and whipped cream and cherries. Soft like the promises you’d whispered to each other in the dark and when he finally pulled away you fought against a smile, a small laugh falling from your lips.

Steve grinned down at you and gave the same little laugh, still leaned in close as he pulled in his bottom lip. “That little shit,” he murmured and your smile grew into a grin.

“Too big for his britches,” you teased and Steve laughed again, bigger this time and lifted a hand to your cheek, but his expression softened the longer he looked at you.

“No, he’s right,” he admitted and your smile fell a bit at the seriousness of his tone. “I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Leaning into his touch you reached up to push his hair out of his eyes and let your hand trail down the line of his jaw, feeling him under your fingertips. “Doesn’t matter,” you murmured, “You can have all of my time, Steve Harrington.”

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💔i hate that i want you: jungkook x reader | losing him | warnings: heart break

i’m always tired but never of you…

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losing him was probably the hardest thing you’ve ever had to deal with.

it’s been months but the smell of his cologne still filled the air of the apartment you both once shared.

the shirt he left behind still barely smelled like his skin, you refusing to wash it being scared it’ll lose its scent.

you missed him. more than you wanted to admit or even speak out loud.

you hated the fact of you missing him. you hate that you find yourself not being able to sleep because you aren’t wrapped in his arms.

you hate that you still reach for his coffee cup every single damned morning ready to pure it full of his favorite but only to be disappointed of not feeling the glass with your fingertips in the cabinet.

you hate catching yourself staring off into space at the chair he once sat at while twirling your fork around on the plate of food not being able to eat.

you hate him. hate with a capital H A T E. but yet you still miss every part of him.

even the annoying parts, like how every morning he’d roll over and tickle you until you woke up, how he’d tease you over how much of a nerd you were for astronomy, how he’d leave his dirty dishes around the apartment in random places, how poorly he’d fold the towels fresh out of the dryer. the list goes on.

driving alone was one of the hardest parts to deal with. you missed him in your front seat always messing with the radio or using the aux to play his own music. missed how he’d rest his hand on your thigh and gently rub his thumb against your skin and sing along to every song that blasted through the speakers.

but now it’s you and an empty front seat.

you missed riding with him in his car, he’d always let you Bluetooth your phone to the radio(his car obviously being a better model than yours, because yuck using an aux s u c k s) and playing all your favorite songs. he’d laugh at you singing off key and still say you had a beautiful singing voice. you missed holding his hand while he drove and how every once in a while he’d lift your hands and connect his lips to the top of your hand, his eyes not leaving the road.

but now your spot in his front seat is empty, or so you hoped.

your best friend has tried to talk you into leaving the apartment and moving back home with your parents, but you always refused.

“come on y/n!” your best friend groaned slapping her hands to her thighs, “you can’t go on like this! i’m sure your parents would love to take you back in! you can even stay with me if it’s a must!”

you’d just continue to shake your head in refusal, “I can’t just leave…”

you’ve tried looking for other apartments, but the thought of you even leaving this one killed you. you wanted to leave, but knew you couldn’t.

sometimes you sit around and wonder if he ever misses you as much as you miss him.

if he misses waking up to you, misses coming home to you every night after long days of working. misses the endless nights of crying together over bad days. misses holding you tightly against him. miss the silly jokes and chasing you around the apartment. the nights of endless lust and your voice calling out his name while pressing him closer to your bare body. the warm morning showers and washing each others hair and purposely washing each other’s hair wrong to irritate the other. the nights of binge-watching all the harry potter movies and Marvel films.

god knows how much you hate yourself for missing all those moments and hoping that he missed them too.

it’s been so long since you’ve last heard his voice, but you can remember it as clear as day.

you remember the sadness in his voice, the tears that filled his eyes, the trembling of his hands as he held yours for the last time.

you remember hearing the last words he spoke to you and remember feeling your heart break into pieces.

“it just…won’t work y/n,” he released his hands from yours, breaking eye contact and staring off at the fully packed boxes filled with his things, “it hurts me, trust me..but this is for the best.”

you clenched your shirt remembering the painful memory. “I hate him I hate him I hate him.”

you used to take late night walks with him when you both couldn’t sleep, it’s how you two met actually.

the college dorms were too noisy one friday night, keeping you from sleep and sleep from you.

pissed and irritated you changed into your leggings and throwing your favorite hoodie on and stepping into your white converse then quickly bouncing out of your dorm room.

the hallway was filled with drunk kids who were barely legal adults to even be drinking.

you scoffed at their loudness, how could people be this loud?

you found yourself walking in the courtyard, seeing another figure in the distance walking in your direction.

his face was hidden with the hood of his jacket pulled over his head and him keeping his eyes locked with the ground.

you were hoping he’d just keep walking and not even notice you, but the moment you hoped for that, he glances up seeing you.

“can’t sleep either huh?” his tired voice spoke.

you noticed he stopped in front of you, forcing yourself to stop in your tracks.

you scanned him, scanned his dark chocolate eyes, dark fluffy hair. tight skinny jeans and black timberlands.

he gave you and soft smile, having you picture him as a soft bunny.

not letting your guard down, you just slowly nod at him, “yeah, the dorms are filled with drunken idiots who don’t know what peace and quiet is.”

he chuckled, nodding in response, “I feel that.”

you nodded again pressing your lips into a thin line, ready to walk around him and continue your middle of the night walk.

“you know it’s not safe to walk around by yourself this late at night.” he said, knowing as if you were about to ditch his ass in the middle of the courtyard.

you raised a brow, “you saying since i’m a female I can’t take care of myself?”

he quickly shook his head, “no no!” he raised his hands up in defense, “I didn’t mean it that way, you look as if you could totally kick my ass.”

“then what exactly do you mean?” you crossed your arms shifting your weight to your left side.

“I mean that walking around alone isn’t safe because if a group of people, or drunken idiots, decided to gang up on you, you couldn’t take them all on your own.”

“then why are you walking around alone then?” you snapped.

he smiled softly again glancing down at the ground, “I was hoping to find someone else. someone to take walks with, I guess.”

his words hit your heart, probably harder than they should have.

“well…maybe we can walk together then.” you said softly, playing with your fingers out of nervous habit.

“i’d actually really love that.” he said in response.

and since then he’d call you in the middle of the night asking for late night walks.

the two of you connected quicker than expected. you knew for a fact you were the one that got attached first.

you found yourself purposely acting cold to see if he’d wrap his arms around you or even offer you his hoodie.

you found yourself missing him before you even realized you were missing him.

but soon enough, you started to realize the attachment he had to you also.

you’d never forget the way he asked you to date him.

or the way his lips felt the first time he kissed you.

you’d never thought the day would come where you’d no longer have the feeling of him on your lips.

tonight was the first time taking a late night walk in months.

you always thought taking a walk without him was wrong, but tonight was the exception.

pulling your phone from your pocket, you dialed his number, your thumb hovering over the send call button.

you wanted to call him, to talk to him. have him come along on this walk and see how much he missed this.

but you quickly locked your phone and shoved it back in your pocket.

ten minutes have passed as you walked past the coffee shop the two of you used to go to when you both were too lazy to make coffee that morning. seeing the chair and table you two always sat at.

you instantly pulled your phone back out and redials his number, pressing call and holding the phone to your ear, listening to the ringing.

“sorry to miss your call! leave a message and i’ll ring ya back!”

you ended the call after hearing his voice mail. your heart broke at hearing his voice, but you always found yourself smiling knowing that his voicemail was still the same.

the two of you sat around for hours helping each other with voicemails.

you sighed, thinking he’s probably sound asleep.

or so you thought until you heard his laugh.

you froze in place, glancing across the street to see his well-known figure. his hood over his head, his typical timberlands, and skinny jeans with a white tee shirt.

his laugh was followed by the voice of his friends and then softly pushing on each other.

it broke your heart to see them all together. you missed his friends as well, they were at one point your best friends also.

you couldn’t move from your frozen place, eyes locked onto him, half wanting him to notice you and the other half not wanting him to see you at all.

he looks at the ground, then up and over in your direction, his smile slowly fading at seeing you.

his eyes that were just smiling were now filled with pain.

he stopped walking, turning and facing you.

he took deep breaths, seeing you after months was killing him. his heartaches and all he wanted to do was rush across the street and wrap you in his arms.

but he knew he couldn’t.

“why wouldn’t it work Jungkook?!” you softly spoke with a shaky voice, it was clear as day that your heart was broken just as much as his.

“because i’m holding you back from a future you need. I can’t give you the things you’d want. i’m just some music major and there’s no for sure when it comes to this. you’re going to be an amazing doctor someday and I can’t hold you back.” jungkook responded.

he believed leaving you was for the best of your future, but he didn’t realize how much he’d mess up your future.

he kept staring at you, and you finally decided to unfreeze yourself and rush to him, that was until his attention was taken back by his friends. he jogged to catch up to them, leaving you alone.

never would he ever leave you stranded alone this late at night.

but there was a first time for everything.

“I hate you, Jungkook. I hate that I love you. I hate you I hate you I hate you,” you whispered watching him continue to walk down the street, “I hate that I want you still.”

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

How about 1, 15, 23 for the air your grievances ask game?

Hi! :-)

What's your biggest __[insert fandom]__ pet peeve(s)?

Oof, okay... I think my biggest pet peeve with the M/C/U fandom is how greedy certain pockets of it can be. When 80-95% of either the canon or fandom is catered to you, I don't get complaining so hard about the slim percentage that doesn't. It's infuriating. But I've talked about that a bunch in the past.

Something I don't think ever talked about is how this fandom drives me up the damn wall as a music nerd. The biggest example is folks describing the Guardians soundtracks/"Qu*ll's taste in music" as "80s music." No. No, they're not. They're mainly the 70s. I know, I counted, after the fandom nearly gaslit me into doubting my own knowledge. In fact, out of the trilogy, IW, the Gro/ot shorts, and the Holiday special, only Vol 3 and the Holiday special contain any 80s songs. (And for record, this isn't me shitting on the 80s or anything. I'm an 80s baby and love tons of music from that era. This is just me being an insufferable know-it-all, lol.)

Another one is constantly framing Sam's recommendation of Tro/uble Man as some kind of come on. Like, first of all, that album is mainly a score and the few lyrics that do exist on it are not sexy. Second of all, oh my God, there's more to Marvin than just sex jams, holy shit. It's very obvious that some are only familiar with stuff like "Let's get it on" and "Sexual Healing" and that's it and... I can't help it, that makes me so sad.

15. Name an aspect of __[insert character]__ that you think gets frequently overlooked in fanfiction characterizations/deserves more attention/exploration

I think fandom's really dropped the ball with post-EG Steve. We could've had sprawling epics with Steve creating timeline after timeline where he had full lives with every Av*nger and Guardian and whoever else and having D*ctor Who style adventures across space and time. But, noooope. Nada.

I'll also never understand how I've only ever seen one fic where Professor H*lk and Steve raise Baby!Scott. That's comedy gold, right there. And how the hell did Sh*-H*lk not spawn a ton of St*ve/Jen? Not to mention all the cool concepts WI? has given the fandom on a silver platter only for them to be completely ignored.

23. Share an unpopular opinion you have RE: __[insert fandom]__

At the risk of being skinned alive, I know that even people who don't ship St*cky romantically will say that they still love them as friends instead. And I... don't. I can't get into that dynamic, even platonically. Most of their relationship is told rather than shown and what little we are shown doesn't endear it to me at all. Fandom can scream "till the end of the line" until it's blue in the face, but that doesn't make up for its problems in the slightest. (And frankly, I think that was the main purpose of the line to begin with, but that's a whole other rant.) I mean, B*cky spends most of T/F/A coming off (to me) like a condescending prick towards Steve and then spends the rest of Steve's time in the films deliberately staying as far away as humanly possible. It feels very one-sided to me, overall. And why should I revere that period, but especially so when dynamics like the ones Steve has with S*m, N*t, and P*ggy exist? Dynamics where the love and respect is quite clearly mutual and they actively want to be in his life? There's just no contest as far as I'm concerned.

Now, in fairness, theirs isn't the only dynamic in the films that's way more tell than show nor is it the worst offender in terms of the discrepancy between what's told and what's shown, but again, those are other rants.

Sorry about this getting kinda long. I'd been holding that first rant in for a loooong time, lol, so thank you for sending this in and giving me the chance to finally get that off my chest. XD

Air Your Grievances Ask Game

[hxrricvnes]

c. | theodore lucas "theo" sinclair.

Fate. A word meaning destiny. Fate. A word meaning doom. - Benton James Kessler 

Is that WOLFGANG NOVOGRATZ? No, that’s just THEODORE SINCLAIR. They were born on 05/09/1997 and are a HYBRID: PSYCHIC/VAMPIRE living in Northknot Town. They work as a MECHANIC / TATTOO ARTIST AT INK AGAIN. Some say they're LAID-BACK and RESILIENT, but I’ve heard others say they're DISOBEDIENT and ALOOF. When you think of HIM, don’t you think of THE PURRING SOUND OF A MOTORCYCLE SPEEDING DOWN AN EMPTY ROAD, THE FEELING OF CALM IN A QUIET ROOM, AND THE SCENT OF BURNING PAGES TELLING TALES OF UNTOLD PROPHECIES?

A E S T H E T I C

rain hitting a leather jacket as the rider of a motorcycle drives down a winding path. pages turning from a book no one has read. the purring sound of a motorcycle speeding down an empty road. music blasting from headphones. the feeling of calm in a quiet room. and the scent of burning pages telling tales of untold prophecies.

M U S I C    P L A Y E R

“ I don't need that late night high... I'm floating on my low-key vibe. ” sex, drugs, etc. by beach weather “ Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone. Engage with the pain as a motive. ” achilles come down by gang of youths “  And if the world don't break, I'll be shaking it. 'Cause I'm a young man after all. And when the seasons change, will you stand by me? 'Cause I'm a young man built to fall . ” mind over matter by young the giant

P E R S O N A L I T Y  

theodore is a friendly guy, he talks to everyone... even if he does keep it mostly surface level. he's always been best described as "low-key". both of his jobs require him to know how to talk to people. so he uses that even outside of work. after being changed into a hybrid vampire, he changed. with fewer predictions of the future, he's relaxed a little more. doesn't feel on edge all the time. but he does hate being a vampire. he's not someone who wanted to live forever.

H E A D C A N O N S

theo was born into a family that didn't know they had supernatural blood. when he had his first premonition, no body believed him. but then again, who would believe a four year old who spoke of planes crashing into new york. when what he saw came to be, his parents had almost forgot. it wasn't until he tried to worn his parents a year later that something bad was going to happen. he was too young to understand what he saw, but when a week later his father died in a crash that almost took theo and his mother as well... his mother started to realise what was happening. she didn't really understand it, in fact it scared her. she had thought he was CAUSING everything. however, people assumed she was crazy and theo was taken from. while is mother was institutionalised, theodore was taken and put into foster care. being moved from house to house, theo found is hard to make connections. adults never believed him and other children called him crazy. by ten, he stopped trying to share everything he saw. no one wanted him and he was tired of being the "crazy one". it was when he turned twelve that he was adopted by an elder french couple. they knew EXACTLY what he was and tried to help him. moving him to northknot and explaining everything the best they could. being the new kid had its perks. but also had it's disadvantages. people took one look at him and decided then and there what type of person he was. due to his standoffish attitude, most people didn't try to look a little closer. due to this, theo mainly kept to himself. about two years ago, theo decided to travel and explore the world. he was tired of northknot. tired of being what people thought of him. just wanted to see what else was out there. but a few months into his travels. he was attacked and turned again his will. when he woke up alone, he instantly knew what happened to him. despite figure a lot of the supernatural world out by himself, he was smart enough to know what this meant for him. he ran before his sire could return. spending some time getting used to the change. theo wait a bit before just coming back to northknot. he wanted to get settle into his new life before returning home where he knew he wouldn't have to worry anymore.

C O N N E C T I O N S

past friend. theo was never an overly popular kid. he was only ever close with a few people. but this person was someone he had (at the time) considered a best friend. as they grew older, they grew apart. more rumours spread about theo and this person, while they didn't add to the rumours, didn't help put a stop to them either. theo doesn't really blame them either, they wanted to be more social and the only way (it seemed) was to get their distance from him. they haven't spoke since theo left. vampire sire. can be plotted, but i'm looking for someone who had wanted to use his psychic abilities to their favour. they could be a member of the faction, whether they did it on their own or because they were told to... theo doesn't know them. when he woke up, he had been alone and left before they could get back. ex girlfriend. sylvia burke. theo, despite what people think, is a very kind guy when he cares. and man did he care about sylvie. he fell for her fast. which is probably why it didn't last. within a year, they just seemed to have grown apart. theodore still has a soft spot for the blonde, but it's more like a found memory at this point. someone he feeds off. (upcoming muse). again, despite the "bad boy" vibe people get from theo. he's a very kind and caring person. this person is someone he met before he was turned into a vampire. their someone he considers a friend and that he looks out for. when they offered him to feed from them, he took them up on it since they both trust each other enough for it to work. best friend/roommate. this person was someone who he met maybe a year after moving to northknot and actually stayed his friend. theo considers this person his best friend. when theo returned to northknot after a year away, the two decided to move in together

[andydrysdalerogers]

The ABCs of Nick Vaughn ~ "O"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

A/N: It was my birthday yesterday so I may not have Sunday's ready for you but I will do my best!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

O - Orgasm Denial

From Nick’s POV 

My girl is up to something.  

I’m not worried, per say, but I am hella curious.  She bought some stuff and hid it in her closet.  It’s taking everything not to go snooping around. She said it was for her, from the list. What the fuck it could be was a mystery because we were still halfway through it.  

As I reclined in my chair, watching the game, I heard her moving around our bedroom.  We had been finalizing plans for the wedding and I just wanted to relax.  

“Nicky! Can you come help me with something?” 

Christ. It's like she knew I just wanted to have a beer and watch the game. “Yeah, I’m coming,” I called back to her.  I got up and she wasn’t in the room. “YN?” 

Her muffled voice came from the bathroom. “I dropped my face roller behind the bed and I can’t reach.”  

“Ok.” I shake my head. My girl is clumsy.  I bend over the side of the bed and reach down when I feel her move right next to me and then something furry.  “What the...” 

Click. 

I look down to see a furry black handcuff on my wrist. And I’m connected to the bed. I look up to see a little devious smile on my girl’s beautiful face. “Got you,” she whispered.  She pushed me down onto my back with one arm shackled to the bed above my head. She straddles me and pins me fast on my other arm and with another click, I’m handcuffed to the bed.  

“Baby, what are you doing?” I track her as she walks around the bed as I try to pull my arms free but the handcuffs bite. “Let me go sweetheart.”  

She looks away and taps her chin.  “No,” she replies like the brat she is. “I want to play with you.”  

“Ok, well, I can’t play with you if I’m tied up.”  

“I know.”  She pouts. “This is for all those times you teased Nicky.” She straddles over my legs, and I realize she’s bare under her dress. My stomach clenches and my cock jumps. “I’m gonna tease you so much baby but you’re not allowed to cum.”  

Oh. Fuck. 

She starts soft, kissing the inside of my thighs like to do to her before I feast on her.  But she doesn’t touch my cock or balls and its frustrating as hell. “Babe, please,” I whine.  

“No.”  

She’s mean. She’s rubbing her pretty pussy up and down my thigh as she kisses my abs and chest.  I shudder. She’s driving me crazy.  Her moans from the friction on her pussy make me pull on my arms again.  I need to touch her.  

“Fuck, sweetheart, please, let me help you.”  

“I’ve got it,” she moans as she tugs on my nipple with her teeth. I flex my thigh a little and it earns me a louder moan. “Oh Nicky!” 

I watch as she speeds up the rocking of her hips on my leg, sitting up and removing her little dress.  She’s not wearing a bra, so her tits are now just bouncing in front of me. Oh god, I might die right here. She grabs her breasts, squeezing them, moaning and I’m fucking losing it.  

I can see it in her eyes; she’s about to come. “No, baby, please come on my cock. Let me feel my pussy on my cock, please, princess, please!” 

She stops. “This is MY cock,” she snarls. “And you’ve been a bad boy so I will do what I want, when I want.” She moves down, my thigh shiny with her wetness. I swallow, unsure of what she is about to do when she bends down and licks a stripe from my balls to my tip.  

“Ah FUCK!” I’m so fucking close to cumming but she moves away. “No! Baby, fuck please!” 

“I’m so close, Nicky,” she moans as she climbs right over my length. I can feel how hot she is, how wet, but she just rubs herself on me. I try desperately to lift my hips so I can get inside her but without my arms to lift her up, she just uses me like a toy. I watch as her eyes roll in the back of her head, and she screams as her orgasm washes over her and I’m drenched in her sweetness. I sob in pain, my balls feel like they are going to explode as she collapses over me.  

She's catching her breath and I'm desperate to get loose and relieve myself. “Baby, please let me go,” I plead.  

She undoes the handcuffs and I immediately lift her hips and slip my cock into her. I thrust hard up, reaching over and rubbing her clit. She’s oversensitive and cries as her second orgasm fast approaches. “Let go baby,” I grunt as I feel my own release approaching. “Fucking cum!” She screeches as she comes again, and I roar as I pump her full of my cum.  

I slow as we pant from the fucking amaz-balls session we just had. I pepper her head with kisses as I stroke my fingers across her back. “Next time you want control just tell me, princess.”  

“Not a fan of the cuffs?” 

“Oh, I’m a fan, but on you.”  

She pouted. “You didn’t like it?” 

“I didn’t say that.” I can feel her smiling against my skin. “Fucking minx,” I mumble.  

“Karma’s a bitch Nicky. Maybe you should be nicer to me.” She wiggles on me and I groan. “But I do love using you.” She grinds down as I’m still in her.  

Round two it is.  

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[madampoewrites]

⎘ SOFIA ³ :

A Q U E E N I N W A I T I N G

“ D r o w n i n g ”

MANHATTAN, NEW YORK

↳ July 25, 2024 — 1:15 AM

It was late and Sofia just left her fire escape, directing her path to her grand piano that sat in her living room. She was dressed in her silk pajama shirt and ruffled socks. Her hair was unkept and in its element and the only thing on her face were her gold framed glasses. Approaching the piano, she sat her glass on the lacquered surface and began fiddling with the keys. She began playing the chords of With Pen In Hand by Aretha Franklin, silently humming the lyrics to the song while she played.

Her phone began to ring. “Who could this be calling me at this time of night,” she thought to herself. Digging in her shirt pocket, she fished out her phone to see her father’s chauffeur and friend, Earl Briggs, calling her. Confused but on alert, she answered.

S: “Hey, Mr Briggs. Is everything okay?”

B: “Hey Sof, your dad is here at the bar and he’s had too much drink and I’m tryin’ to get him home safe but he’s not tryin’ to listen to anything I have to say.”

S: “Oh god. Okay, I’ll be there in a few.”

She could hear her father in the background. He sounded drunk out of his mind. He’d been doing good with his alcohol intake. What made him overindulge tonight? Sofia’s thoughts were racing but her main objective was get to over there.

She pulled up to O’Reilly’s, the bar her father favored the most, shutting her car off before exiting the it. Walking into the bar, the air was heavy with cigarette smoke and the scent of alcohol. She spotted her father at the bar, his head on the hardwood surface. Earl was behind him with his hand on his shoulder, visibly trying to coax him into leaving the bar. Sofia quickly made her way to them, gently calling out for him. “Dad, come on. I’m here to take you home,” she said softly. He lifted his head, a drunken smile on his face once he laid eyes on her. “Hey, there’s my little superstar. Aye, Earl, Sofia’s here. I can’t— *buuuurp* I can’t have a drink to celebrate my baby girl? At least I’ll have something good to celebrate tonight,” he said in his drunken stupor. He tried to reach for a shot of tequila but Earl quickly took it away. Both Earl and Sofia began assisting Brian off of the barstool. He was heavy and it almost felt like deadweight being distributed on the both of them.

They were taking him out of the bar, drunken mumbling coming from his lips as they brought him to Sofia’s Cadillac. They finally put him in the backseat, closing the door to keep him contained. “I’ll drive his car to the house and I’ll meet you there,” Earl said after shutting the door. “Okay, thank you, Mr Briggs. I don’t know what’s gotten into him tonight,” she replied, letting out a sharp exhale as she got in her car.

She finally arrived at her childhood home and Earl soon pulled up with her father’s Lincoln. They assisted the inebriated lawyer into his home, plopping the heavy man on the couch. “Thank you again, Mr Briggs. I’ll make sure he’s okay,” she said while giving the man a hug. Earl left and closed the door behind him, walking off next door where he lived.

Brian was in and out of consciousness, his head waving around as his eyes fluttered open. “Sofia, my little superstar.” His speech was so slurred, it was almost impossible to make sense of what he was saying. “Dad, what’s gotten into you? You’ve been doing good with your streak?! What happened?!” She was disappointed because she didn’t like seeing her father in such bad shape. “I’m sorry, Princess. Today was not— *buuurp* the best day,” he said. Sofia was on the verge of leaving, over the entire situation before her presently. “Your mom is divorcing me.” Sofia stopped in her tracks, turning to her father fully, “w-w-what?” Brian’s eyes were low and hanging open, glossy and red from his current state. He was gazing into space and a small tear fell from his eye. “That paper that was on the car that day? I was being served. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry. I’ve had it bottled in and today, I couldn’t keep it in any longer,” he said, sliding off the couch onto the floor.

Sofia walked to her father, sitting down on the floor beside him. “I know I wasn’t the perfect husband. The perfect father. But I tried to do right by you two. I love you and your mother. God knows I’d turn this whole city upside down for you two. I know you’re disappointed in me right now. I know. And that’s the last thing I ever want to do.” She was but knowing the devastating news behind his stupor, she was more emphatic than she was. “It’s okay, dad. You don’t have to be the perfect father or the perfect husband. You did what you’re supposed to do and you’re still doing it. I don’t love you because you’re perfect…I love you because you’re my father,” she said, tears swelling in her eyes.

Brian turned his head towards Sofia’s, gently pressing his head against hers. He raised his head, kissed her forehead and wrapped an arm around her.

[slytherinshua]

this is regarding the funky writing game!! D && F && H && L && S && T !! :D you don’t have to answer them all but those were the ones i was the most curious abt 🫣 LOVE U MWAH

THANK YOU FOR ASKING AXE IM SO EXCITED TO ANSWER THESE KSDJFKSDF

D - "is there a song or playlist you associate with [insert fic]?"

okay okay I feel like I semi associate wildest dreams by Taylor Swift with infamous together... and that's because I listened to that song on repeat like LITERALLY ON REPEAT while in the car while writing a large portion of infamous together... and like its just such tae vibes so rly any tae fic but especially that one!!

F - "share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it"

“This is the best day of my life. Besides the wedding part. But this.” You gestured to the scenery that lay before you both as Taehyun continued to drive away from the old town.

“This automobile is so old. I’m surprised it could go as fast as it did back there.” Taehyun told you with a laugh.

“Of course it did. You fixed it. The one and only, Kang Taehyun.”

“I’m not ‘the one and only, Kang Taehyun’.”

“You’re my one and only Kang Taehyun.”

“You are so annoying with your pickup lines-”

“But you love them.” You teased.

“But I love them.” He glanced at you with a smile on his face before focusing back on the road.

idk smth about this scene in drive was rly satisfying to write like they're running away together but still flirting with each other and I just thought it was cute <33

H - "how would you describe your style?"

this is a hard one... like idek???? I feel like most of it is just me thinking of these complex settings (which is why I like AUs sm) and then just writing down the words that I think of. tbh idek if my writing is good or not 💀I just try my best ig. and like I've read a lot since I was little so that helps with knowing how to write like... better? idek im making no sense lmaooo

L - "how many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?"

it depends how long the fic sits rotting in my drafts. cause sometimes I write a fic in a day, and then the words just flow together so I do very little edited even I barely proof read 💀 but when its been in my drafts for a while and I've written like the beginning or smth before finishing it, I'll always re-read all of it and then re-write as much as I think is needed so it all makes sense and I can refresh my memory. Infamous together actually took a rly long time. It was originally supposed to be based on like that one halloween thing txt did where they all had spy code names. And Taehyun was "black card" and I was gonna use that as a big thing in the fic. But then I struggled with it for so long, and left it for m o n t h s. and then I finally found a way to finish it. But I actually erased everything I had written before and started completely fresh for that which sometimes happens.

S - "any fandom tropes you can't resist?"

hands down enemies to lover or rivals to lovers with taehyun. like I've written that... 3 times I think? (one of those no longer is published shhhh it was rly bad old writing) academic rivals slays so hard with him, any kind of mafia/secret agent slays as well. honestly I just eat it up every time I LOVE IT SM. also nurse trope. where like one of them is patching up the other sKSKSJDF OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD THE TENSION CAN BE JUST SDJFSKNDFKSJDFHSKJ or when they're actually dating then its just super cute 😭 OH OH AND ANOTHER ONE IS KINDA WEIRD AND IDK WHY I LIKE IT SO MUCH.... but like. presumed dead?? like when one of them thinks the other is DEAD. but then they're not AND IDK I JUST THINK THE REUNION CAN BE CUTE. but im scared to attempt it and I don't come across it very often on Tumblr but I did a bit on wp.

T - "any fandom tropes you can't stand?"

hmmmm maybe like love triangle- I just rly hate that trope and I hate reading it, I hate writing it, I hate watching it in dramas. like everything. its just d e s p i s e. there are some others that are kinda obvious like unrequited love or smth similar but love triangle takes the cake.

hope these answers satisfied you axe!!! ily mwah!!!

[cyber-therian]

A: around i like to say 13 ish years ago. i was probably 3-5 years old.

B: no, not really. i am reclusive regardless of my therianthropy and i have sensory issues so i avoid certain things; not related to being alterhuman though. the only troubles it causes is dysphoria.

C: technically yes, but Canadian cities are often full of trees and nature; at least the one i live in, which is literally inside of a giant forest biome. foxes live where i live—they live almost anywhere—so in theory i would be able to thrive without nature, however i prefer not to.

D: not really, i have a daily journal but nothing exclusive.

E: i think its good and safe for the most part. i prefer to stay within the tumblr community rather than tiktok/yt because it seems that there are people closer to my age and more educated here.

F: not on purpose, i accidentally showed my friend an animal jam pack i was in that dealt with therianthropy. i told my brother i was a therian as well.

G: yes! 2 masks and a tail. the masks were made by me and i commissioned the tail off of an etsy seller.

(no H?)

I: i am a silver fox therian and a medieval knight archetrope & ockin

J: i am quite sensitive and so i do usually take myself seriously, as it has helped me be more honest with myself. however i will sometimes joke about it.

K: id like to say possibly 7, however alterhumanity is so subjective that i cant possibly be as educated on it as i think i am.

L: im confused by this question; foxes arent my favourite animal if that is what you mean. i do however adore medieval aesthetics and knights.

(no M?)

N: traditionally foxes are wild animals, however there have been attempts at domestication.

O: yes, as of right now i identify as lion(ess), caribou, and dino-hearted

P: i hate this question, it doesn’t matter. the labels of “popular” and “rare” dont benefit us, they only bring insecurity and feelings of invalidation.

(no Q?)

R: i experience both species & gender dysphoria. as much as i want to enjoy my body it is fundamentally misaligned.

S: my knight type is a binary cis male, my fox type is a cis binary male salmacian, i am a transgender salmacian binary male

T: my biggest trait is parenting. i have extreme urges to carry, nurse, and protect fox kits. i also get high prey drive despite being vegetarian.

U: i have a lot of control in physically managing my urges, but mentally it is more difficult. they can be disturbing but i suffer from paranoid and intrusive thoughts as is, so it just adds more to that.

(no V?)

W:

(no X?)

Y: the tail that i own is made from yarn, i would always opt for it.

Z: im not educated enough on the topic to have a logical answer, however from my gut reaction i do not like them. i dont need to go to a zoo to see my type, at least the ones i currently know about.

Alterhuman alphabet!

(feel free to copy, paste, fill in and credit me!)

A - awakening

When did you realise you are an alterhuman? At what age, how long ago?

B - balance

Does your identity affect your social life (school, work, ect.)? Does it cause troubles or not?

C - city

Do you live in a city? If yes, is it hard for you to be away from nature? Does your therio/kintype even need nature?

D - diary

Do you have a diary about your alterhuman experiences? If not, do you want to start one?

E - experience in the community

What is your experience and thoughts about the alterhuman community?

F - friends

Have you told your friends about your identity?

G - gear

Do you have any gear? If yes, is it handmade or bought?

I - identity

What is (are) your therio/kintype(s)?

J - jokes

Do you like to make little jokes about your identity or is it rather serious for you?

K - knowldege

In scale of 1-10, how big do you think your knowldege about alterhumans is? Are you new to this topic?

L - liking, loving

Do you like your therio/kintype(s)? Do you love or dislike it/them?

N - nature

Does your therio/kintype live in the wild, or rather not? (E.g. it's a house pet, or it's a robot.)

O - otherhearted

Are you also otherhearted? If yes, what is your kithtype(s)?

P - popularity

Is your therio/kintype "popular" or is it rather rare?

R - real body

Do you feel good about your psychical body? Do you experience gender dysphoria?

S - sex

Dies therio/kintype have a different sex than you?

T - traits

What are your alterhuman traits? (E.g. a need to hunt, bark, ect.)

Urges

If you have a theriotype, are you good at controlling your animalistic urges? Do they bother you?

W - wondering

How do you think you would look like, if you could psychically shapeshift into your therio/kintype? (Describe or put an inage here!)

Y - yarn

If you wanted ti buy/make a tail, would it be real fur or fake/yarn fur?

Z - zoo

How do you feel about zoos (a place, not z00philes)? Are they good or bad in your opinion? Do you want to go there to meet your theriotype (if you are a therian).

___________

That's all! Bye!🍄

[goblin-thembo]

VERY STRONGLY MANIFESTING MOUSE DEATH IN MY NEAR FUTURE

I'VE BEEN DEALING WITH A MOUSE PROBLEM IN MY APARTMENT FOR A YEAR AND ITS DRIVING ME FUCKING N U T S

[perpetually-sad-but-its-fine]

10x13 of chicago pd

its been a while since ive done this, im so sorry

oh a graveyard

yipee

who's grave?

justin’s?

al?

ALVIN

I KNEW IT

oh god wait

why are they bringing him up now?

asa chapman

yay

‘since youre a fan of small talk’

...is that her trying to flirt?

this is a fun conversation

real fun

where is this going

what're you tryna do lady?

what is this

they say pedro

and all i can keep thinking about is pedro pascal

he agreed?

really?

love kev’s convo

its great

torresssss

my babbyyyyy

is hailey ever gonna be partnered up w/ someone who isn't voight??

srsly

like after everything in season 9

they're still partnered together?

car chase

OH MY GOD

bro what

that was so sudden

adammm

my love

oh dead body

joy

oH GOD

BRO

car explosion

fun

acetone

fun

fun

fun

anywas

‘how'd you know it was acetone?’

‘guess i must've been to too many rerock houses’

oh asa chapman

hello there

what do you get out of this?

it feels like its more personal than just a ci

haileyyyyyyy

my wife

‘really? dealer finally realised that killing customers is bad for buisness’

‘hm.’

that's a fair point tho

its like the drug dealers dont care that dead bodies are going to drive ppl away

lookin at adam?

is he going to do it?

oh wait no

TORRES

my baby

bro

hes so cuteee

dante ramiro

dude thinks that he can change just his last name

and hes good apparently

oh adam is here

lovely

‘ass clown’

oh they're fighting now

HOLY SHIT

ADAM GOT HIS ASS BEAT

BRO IM CACKLING

ADAM LOOKED LIKE HE WAS IN SEVERE PAIN

LMAOOOO

kev and torres

they're great

i love them

hailey still wearing her wedding ring makes me cry

that's a hugeass wire

BOOKS

i love books

books are great

books>>>>>> drugs

books are better than drugs

moving on

im scared now

pls take care of my baby

please

oh jesus

great

oh fun

HAILEY

LOOKING AFTER TORRES

MY HEART IS FULL

oh wait

another cop

wait what

the fuck???

BRO????

WHAT???

explanations

please

explanations

yay

BRO WHYD YOU SEND HIM????

tell him that

girl

tell the fuckin truth

brO

THERE WAS NO TRUTH THERE????

oh no

ROBBERY

noooo

this is bad

this is really really bad

THEYRE NOT GONNA MOVE IN???

BRO

THEYRE GONNA WATCH AS THEY ROB SOMEONE

oh no this poor lady

THEYRE GONNA WATCH AS THIS GRANDMOTHER IS BEING KILLED???

thank you torres

thank you

youre using your brain

what?

more acetone?

seriously?

what's the acetone for??????

i want answers

oh god

hes bribing cops

I KNEW IT

careful torres

careful

OH MY GOD

ITS ASA CHAPMAN

I THINK SO

OH GOD

come one

GIVE ME THE TRUTH

I WANT THE TRUTH

aw

gant and lopez

barely know them

love them

they're great

oh no

where's this going

oh my god wait

were chapman and villar in love????

WHERE THEY FUCKING???

jesus just say it

what happened??

teLL ME??

OH MY GOD

THEY FUCKEd

I KNEW IT

I FU CK I N G KNE W IT

i feel bad for her now

oh i feel really bad for her now

poor chapman

poor girl

chapman’s got trust issues

really asking why voight won't tell

t r u s t i s s u e s

oh joy

more illegal activity

i feel like this an illegal version of some cooking show

does torres know how to do this before hand?

or was he just taught?

‘enough for 90 years’

lovely thoughts

oh great

TORRES DONT PUSH IT

oh great

this'll be fun

oh adam getting back at torres

wait hold on

WOULDNT THE GUY KNOW THAT ADAM WAS AT THE BAR????

are they gonna put him in ‘the cage’

yep its back

after idk how long

but its back

i wanna kill him

guys not too stupid actually

nvm

he stupid

he gave himself up

he real stupid

chapman

yay

more conflict = more fun

i actually like asa chapman

she seems like a good balance for the team

hes not gonna tell the unit the truth??

‘and we have evidence for that?’

‘not yet.’

this sounds like bullshit

adam suspects something different tho

oh crumpled up piece of paper

fun

the third cousin

oh my god

did they bury the body in the concrete???

this is intense

THEY BURIED THE BODY THERE

I FUCKIN KNEW IT

I KNEW IT

oh they're gonna destroy this building for that body

poor nina

poor girl

coME ON

youre gonna make me cry dammit

‘tell me everything’

you dont wanna know

please you dont wanna know what happened

blood splatter on the handle even after five years?

really?

that seems a bit out there

wow

that was so casual

‘chicago pd, lemme see your hands’

as the guy us walking across the room with his phone in hand

oh poor Nina

i feel so bad for her

lowkey kinda hoping she sticks around

she’d be a good addition to the team

‘he’s dirty. he’s cruel.’

he is tho

hes both of those things

wait

is there something that's gonna happen between the two of them?

i can't tell

also

i really want hank to have a love interest

like

really badly

it'd be fun to watch

ALSO

WHERE WAS TRUDY????

WHERE WAS MY MOTHER????

[8eht]

everything!!!! everything!!!! is good and ready but whyayYYYYYY isnt my monitor finding a connection to my computer

[dexaroth]

im gonna get such an adrenaline high when my international order arrives (its a tilt-sensitive graphics tablet) ooeooeooe