#j bitching in the tags hours

[blitz0hno]

"unmedicated undiagnosed ADHD gang" bitch our ADHD ain't even unmedicated despite being undiagnosed, it's not Adderall or anything but technically our anxiety meds get prescribed for ADHD as well..... Would be so cool if I remember to take it more than every few days

[chairofchaos]

You Deserve Better, and Other Points for Reflection

Hey friends, listen up. Real talk for a second, because nobody deserves this. And, in case anybody cares, I want you to know I come with 12 years of learning on this exact debate we have been having, because I had some very excellent fandom mentors in my communities and in the form of my uncles, who to this day support me writing and reading whatever hell I please, even in the face of protest from my immediate family. There was a lot of learning I had to do to be here with you now, and I am thankful for those people who were willing to tell me so.

If you want to post memes and think pieces and jokes and poems about a fandom debate, go ahead! You create the experience you want to see on your dash, and you will find your people.

If you want to discuss a fandom debate (a little or a lot), go ahead! I’m all for thinking through how we live and act and exist as a fan community.

If you feel that you need to take those things and turn them into vitriol to pour into the DMs and Anons of people who are running a fan week, that is not okay. Not in the slightest.

There is a big difference between debate, discussion, creative protest, and joking around, and intentionally using your words to create harm in someone’s life.

“But, Chaos, this [thing not directly sent to you/not specifically intended for you] hurt my feelings!”

Okay. Get burned once? Great! You learned something: don’t touch the hot iron again. (To translate: block the tag, block the person, whatever you need, and move on. If it isn’t for you that’s ok.) Hurt feelings are to tell you what you can and/or are willing to handle. If you don’t want to see it, block. (I love blocking tags it’s one of my little joys in life lol)

“Chaos, somebody said something really rude to me to my (virtual) face! What do I do?”

Well, you can either respond or you can block. Either way, it will probably help you to move on.

If you are responding, I beg you to keep one thing in mind. I want you to picture 7 year old you at the other end of that message. Or 13 year old you. What kind of words did they deserve to hear in a moment when maybe they weren’t getting something? Use those. Use them kindly, not in a condescending way, but in a “I want to explain this as gently as I would to my younger self” kind of way. If somebody keeps being mean, it isn’t worth it. Please use the block feature and move on. They are not worth your time.

Additionally, I would encourage you to do this: the “touch grass” mentality is something I only direct at myself. (I literally told myself to go touch grass yesterday, and there is at least one person who can corroborate that.) I stand by that decision every single day. It’s kept me out of a lot of trouble. Directing it at others does not end well, but directing it at yourself can be a good way to reflect and to consider sensible actions in the face of overwhelming situations or emotions (of which I experience many).

“Chaos, people are coming into anon and being hateful. Or just rude. Or they’re dumping triggering material into my anons.”

That is on them. That is not on you. They should not do that. And I am so sorry you are dealing with that. I’m going to be honest, I don’t know if you can block from anons (I’ve never even needed to look and so help you all if this is the post that makes me) but if you can, do. I will do what I can to help, if you need it. Regardless of where you stand on any of these issues, because I will not stand for hatred.

“I’m mad about [redacted] and I am going to be rude/mean/intentionally putting triggering material in people’s inboxes and activity feeds!”

You do that and you will be in a world of hurt, my friend. A world of hurt from yourself.

Because we create the experience we think we deserve. If you create an internet experience where it is acceptable to be hateful, vengeful, and downright cruel to other people, that is the experience you will receive in return. You deserve better than that. And if you believe that you deserve better than that but the people you’re directing cruelty towards don’t, then I want you to hear me: you will quickly find that you are not welcome anywhere. There will always be someone to disagree with. There will always be (at least) minute discrepancies in the way two or more people think, even people who are deeply similar.

Hurt the hand that reaches to help you- one day it will be raised against you in hurt as well.

As for me? Well, for that, I leave you with thoughts from George Washington’s Farewell address as paraphrased in Hamilton’s ‘One Last Time’:

“Though, in reviewing the incidents of my administration, I am unconscious of intentional error, I am nevertheless too sensible of my defects not to think it probable that I may have committed many errors.”

I am not a president (and thank god for that because who wants Chaos in charge of a country?). I am simply a fandom member. A writer. A little chaos gremlin lurking behind trees in the forest.

But like Mr. Washington, I am aware that I often fail to live up to my standards and principles. And I hope, truly, though it is wildly uncomfortable for me, that you would call me out for ways I have failed to uphold them, either in the past or in the future. (It would be super great if you like… called me out in DMs and didn’t put me on blast but oh well.)

I am in at least four other major (international, GIANT) fandoms. I am not hopeful enough to think that the ACOTAR fandom will learn from the fandoms of yore. We will have to weather these storms on our own, even with the knowledge and experiences already there. I think that’s okay. Disappointing, perhaps, but okay.

Since this post was much longer than it was intended to be, I will summarize:

If you are intentionally putting hateful materials in the inboxes, DMs, and activity feeds of people you disagree with, you will hurt yourself.

You create the experience you think you deserve, and in doing so, create that experience for others. Good or bad.

Block tags, block blogs, block what you need to enjoy the space. You will find your people.

Being intentionally cruel to other human persons is how you end up finding that nobody is “your people” because you created an environment where no one wants to be. You will be lonely and sad. Don’t make yourself lonely and sad.

I am certain I fail to uphold these principles at times. Feel free to call me out if you see me failing at these. DM appreciated, but I’m the one who invited you to do so so I’m not going to say “don’t blast me on main.” My funeral, I know.

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[astral-catastrophe]

I’m normal and mentally stable

[spear-mint101]

in 4 days ive gotten into rain world and linked universe. help

also its been 6 days since ive gotten into zelda things in general. what is wrong with me

[landitolover]

𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒐, in which charles isn’t the best boyfriend.. ౨ৎ charles x famous!reader

warnings- toxic charles, cheating, reader is love-dumb… !

y/n 💋

charles what the fuck

tell me it isn’t true??

who is she

cha 🤍

baby it isn’t true

i swear, i love you

she came onto me

y/n 💋

are you sure

cha 🤍

yes, my love

i promise you

y/n 💋

come over?

cha 🤍

i’ll be there in ten

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yourusername 🤍.

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user girl pls run as fast as u can

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lilyrose_depp 😍😍

landito

yn are you okay

y/n

uh, yeah? why

alexander albon.

be so fr

charles???

y/n

oh

it was nothing, she came onto him

he loves me guys

landito

whatever you say, yn..

alexander albon.

stay safe queen!

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user this is so sad seeing how much she loves him

→ user fr and he’s out there cheating ????

user babe he hasn’t posted u in months why are you still posting him!!! 😭😭

user u are better than this queen 😪

user OPEN UR EYES BITCH

user she’s so strong

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alex_albon yeah stay away from paris…

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charles_leclerc ❤️

y/n 💋

chaaa, do you wanna come over?

cha 🤍

I can’t

sorry, chérie.

i’m out with friends

y/n 💋

nono it’s fine

have fun!

i love you ❤️

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yourusername time away!! with my favorites 🫶🏻

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user break up with your bf now xx

user too pretty for him

user 🙏🏼 a weekend without ch*rles

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yourprivate when he’s making out with yet another girl 😂! idk what happened because i tried giving him my all 😂😂

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lilymhe leave him please

→ yourprivate 😂😂 I can’t

lilymhe i don’t want u to be even more sad ☹️

alex_albon FUCK MEN!!!!

landonorris yn u are better than this

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georgerussell63 he don’t know what to do with allat!!

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y/n 💋

what’s her name.

cha 🤍

what?

y/n 💋

her name

the girl you were kissing, charles

cha 🤍

baby

i was drunk

y/n 💋

don’t ‘baby’ me

and you WERENT drunk charles

what did i do wrong?

cha 🤍

nothing i swear

y/n 💋

I must’ve done something wrong

if you cheated on me TWICE

you probably cheated more than that.

cha 🤍

fine then, i just got bored of you

is that what you wanted to hear?

that i just stopped loving you?

because that’s what happened.

y/n 💋

fuck you charles

i knew I shouldn’t have dated you

I should’ve listened to everyone who told me to leave you.

cha 🤍

you should’ve 🤷

but you didn’t

You have blocked this contact

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maxverstappen1

hey, sorry about the break up

charles never deserved you though.

Seen just now

౨ৎ some crazy shit forreal 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼 now me personally i could never take charles back (why am i lying)… okay anyways i hope you enjoyed this 🐨🐌🤍

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[anisespice]

“ hate your boyfriend ” || tokyo rev. pt. 2

one

synopsis: " you can pick me or your little boy. "

pairing: college!toman x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, sexual themes, MDI. toxic!toman, cheater!reader (pumpkin eater!!), enabling behavior, mild violence, vague descriptions of sex (cause i’m lazy), vulgar language, corny marvel joke, dirty-talk, moral compass is a roulette wheel in this one lol and i think that’s it :P 

notes: did a little continuation of the first one before doing more characters lol i’m happy you guys liked the concept, lemme know who you’d like to see next :))) i don’t hate this one, but i don’t love it either (except maybe mikey’s) buuuut hope yall enjoy! <333

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05​

A week had passed since the whole kick-back fiasco, and MIKEY had gone awol. Aki was over the moon about it, for obvious reasons; as far as he was concerned, he scared him off. Besides, the less you hung around the delinquent, the better for both of you.

“That guy’s just a nuisance, babe. Good riddance.”

Little did he know, this was a regular occurrence. Mikey always did this—Disappeared for days on end, only to pop right back up like he never left. Whether it be due to gang related issues, or because he felt like it, this frustrating habit was one of the reasons you invited him that night, despite knowing he’d pick a fight with Aki. You had missed him…in more ways than one. You knew it was only a matter of time before he came back to you.

And in the wee hours of the night, not far after said boyfriend left your place, you received a lone message from the former blonde himself.

from : bad influence ♡ 11:03pm     “ omw. ”

Short, but effective. His timing was impeccable, how he always managed to text the second you were alone was beyond you, but it made your heart race all the same. It was wrong, you knew that, Aki deserved better than someone who snuck around. You didn’t mean for it to get this far, but that was a guilt you’d deal with later. Mikey was your drug of choice, and tonight you craved another fix.

to : bad influence ♡ 11:07pm       “ okay. but just for a little while. ”

Even if you tried to play coy, to salvage whatever weak moral you had left, it didn’t matter—The only one you were fooling tonight was Aki.

from : bad influence ♡ 11:08pm      “ mhm. sure, angel. ”

It was a wonder how you didn’t draw blood with how harshly you clawed at his shoulders, fighting between wanting him closer or wanting to push him away. Mikey didn’t mind, though. On the contrary, he encouraged you to leave marks. As tempted as he was to leave his own, he figured beating up your insides would suffice.

Knowing you’ll struggle to walk tomorrow was all the reward he needed.

“God—fuuck,” he slurred, after a particularly hard thrust made you arch off the bed, forcing him to sink deeper. He gazed down at you with an all too pleased grin as you begged him for more. How could he deny you when you sounded so desperate? “Taking me so well, angel…always so good f’me…”

“J-Jiro..! Ahplease!” You sobbed, your knees practically knocking upside your temples as he increased momentum. Mikey snickered, angling his hips to continue ramming the spot that made your eyes cross, moans reaching octaves you didn’t even know you could hit.

“Mm, been feening for this dick, huh? Yeah? Maybe we should call up that smug bastard, let ‘em see how such good friends we are, right [______]? Bet he was real proud thinkin’ he got me to fuck off…but we both know who you really belong to. Don’t we?”

He wasn’t sorry. That’s the short end of it.

The moment Takeru decided to act all big and bad, breaking stuff in a place where he paid no bills, it was in DRAKEN’s right to set him straight; mama may not have raised him, but he still ain’t no bitch.

It took some coaxing on your end, but you were able to reel Draken back from turning your boyfriend inside out. But, after he forced him to pick up every broken piece of the lamp, he told Takeru to choose a number between one and ten.

“…Why?” Was his response. Draken raised a brow.

“That’s how many shards I’m gonna shove up your nose.”

“Ken!”

The look on the shorter male’s face was worth it, earning a threatening smirk from the mechanic as he slapped a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Ahh, y’look like you were about to shit yourself, man! Nah, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

For a moment, there’s relief in your boyfriend’s eyes. It was short-lived, of course. Especially once Draken’s grip tightened around his shoulder. “But I will. Don’t ever let me catch you pop off on [_____] like that again. Would hate for you to have to pick yourself up off the floor next time. You feel me?”

With a gulp, he gave a shaky nod; now he really looked like he shat himself. “Y-Yes…”

“Hah? Yes, what?”

“Y-Yes, Draken, sir?”

He rewarded the poor sucker’s obedience with a couple taps to the cheek just to spite him before sending him on his way. It was met with little protest, Takeru scurrying out of the room with lamp pieces still in his palms, not even sparing you a passing glance. 

“Text you later?” You called at his retreating form. When all you got was the sound of your front door slamming shut in response, you swiftly turned on your heel to aim a dejected frown at your other houseguest. Draken sardonically pouted back at you, reaching over to pinch your cheek until you swatted his hand away. “Why’d you do that, you totally freaked him out!” 

He wasn’t sorry. Draken shrugged. “Good.” 

Merely rolling your eyes, you headed for the small broom and dustpan in your closet to gather what little pieces Takeru left behind–Might as well busy yourself to delay addressing the elephant still in the room. Unfortunately, said elephant wasn’t about to let that happen. Before you could even think of sweeping anything, Draken gently grabbed your elbow, those same eyes that stared death into your boyfriend’s soul now filled with something else as they appraised you, melting through whatever cold exterior you tried to aim at him.

He leaned down closer, sporting a slanted grin that sent signals straight down to your core. Sometimes, you despised how easily he made your insides flutter by just existing.

“How much longer y’gonna entertain that fucking loser, huh? He wouldn’t know the first thing about handling someone like you.”

You hummed, fighting the giddy tremble in your body at the challenging air that surrounded you both. With the inkling of boldness you had, you took the bait. “What, like you would?”

He wasn’t sorry; you’d be though.

The way Draken split you in half would make Lucifer himself bite the pillow. Hovering over his gigantic frame, chest bare with your hands perched on each pec, he manhandled you to take every unforgiving inch of his dick, having you feeling downright discombobulated as your hips struggled to keep momentum.

Forget about seeing stars, at some point, you were certain you saw into the quantum realm; say hi to Ant-Man for me.

“K-Kenny...I can’t...t’s too much!” 

He cooed up at you, though there wasn’t an ounce of sympathy in his tone. If anything, Draken enjoyed himself thoroughly, tongue-in-cheek as he watched you fall apart in his lap, just like he knew you would. With the way you tightened up around him like a vice, as if your own body was against the thought of him stopping, the former blonde chuckled breathlessly.

“Use the safe word then, doll.”

You glared down at him, to the best of your ability. With him practically jabbing you in the lung, it was more than difficult to say the rebuttal as smartly as you wanted to. “Y-you think…you’re so-oh! So f-funny…”

He did. Absolutely he did. By making your boyfriend’s name the safe word, nothing would soften his dick quicker. Plus, he knew you didn’t need it; just like you didn’t need Takeru.

“What? It’d be the only way you’d ever scream it anyways.”

“Welcome back.”

You paused mid-step upon entering your apartment, not expecting the ravenette to still be there. With a deep exhale, you paid him no mind as you kicked off your shoes, irritated after a tiresome process of checking your boyfriend into the hospital.

To say BAJI did a number on him would be an understatement…Man’s fucked him up. Sure, maybe Makoto could’ve watched his tone when talking to someone with such a short fuse, but Baji could’ve at least exercised a little restraint.

…Oh, who were you kidding? It’s Baji.

“What, ya not talkin’ to me?” Barely sparing him a glance, you set your bag on the coffee table before heading for the bedroom for a much-needed shower. Baji didn’t take kindly to being ignored. He huffed, standing to meet you halfway as he trailed behind you. Even when you attempted to close the door in his face, he shouldered his way in anyway; it was gonna take more than that to deter him.

“Quit being mad…said I was sorry, damn.”

“No you didn’t,” you replied, incredulously. You really tried it with the silent treatment, but knowing him, it was only a matter of seconds before he'd get you talking again. Taking off the sweats you threw on in haste earlier, you continued. “You said, and I quote, ‘Talk shit, get hit,’ then fell asleep on the couch while I had to haul Makoto to the emergency room!”

Baji shuffled his feet, “…Well, I meant to say it. Jus' forgot.”

You scoffed, walking into your bathroom. "What are you even still doing here? Don't you have someone else's day to shit on?”

“Y’kicking me out now?” He teased, raising a brow. What he didn't expect was for you to start throwing your toiletries at him. Although his reflexes saved him for the most part, Baji still got hit a few times as he attempted to dodge between a shampoo bottle and mouthwash. "Whoa! Hey-!"

“Maybe I should! Do you have any idea how hard it was to get him in and out of my car with all that dead weight, let alone into the building? Not to mention, his emergency contacts were his uppity-ass parents, so after they chewed me out, I had to lie and say he saved me from getting mugged.”

“...They buy it?”

You tilted your head, exasperated. "Wow. And here I thought the next thing out of your mouth would be that apology you 'forgot' to say earlier…[Sigh] Whatever. You just better hope when Makoto wakes up he doesn't remember anything, or else we're both in deep shit."

“Tsk. The fuck’s he gonna do?”

“He could literally sue us.” You deadpanned.

“He’s a pussy, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try me again. And if he gives you any shit for it, you let me know. I’ll take care of it.”

“Oh, you mean like how you did today? Pass.”

He groaned, “I said sorry!”

“No you didn’t! And still haven’t!”

At the moment, it felt like the conversation would just continue in circles. With Baji stubbornly claiming he was in the right, and you combating his warped logic with colorful language and more stuff thrown at him, it's a wonder how things ended up here–With your face pressed against the cold shower wall as he gave you his fucking apology.

Over, and over, and over again.

While one hand wrapped around the column of your throat, fingers shoved knuckle-deep into your mouth to pacify the excessive whines tumbling out, the other made use of gripping the meat of your thigh, giving you no chance of running from the punishing thwap of his hips ramming against your wet ass-cheeks. The water cascading over your bodies had long turned cold as Baji chased after orgasm number five, his muscles ached from the strain, but he'd be damned to stop until he was certain all was forgiven.

Even if it meant missing every single one of Makoto's phone calls.

“God, I am so, so sorry, Takashi. Can’t believe he just…I-I’ve never seen him act like that before. Does it hurt?”

MITSUYA, despite the sting in his split lip, gave you an easy grin. “Nah, y’know I’ve been through worse. Fucker hits like one of my younger sisters.”

You had brought him back to your place to ice the bruise forming on his jaw, still frazzled over what occurred in the last half hour. Back at the restaurant, everything seemed fine when you excused yourself to the bathroom, having a blast knowing that your two favorite people were actually getting along. Unbeknownst to you, there was a storm brewing in Hajime. And the second you were out of sight, he used this opportunity to set a record straight with Mitsuya.  

Evidently, he allowed his fists to do the talking. 

You groaned, rubbing down your face in distress. “We’ll probably never get to set foot in that restaurant again...’m so embarrassed.”

“Hey,” he softly reprimanded, “Don’t sweat it, t’s not your fault-”

“I’m the one who begged you to let him come with us in the first place. I mean, I know you two butt heads from time to time, but I didn’t think it’d ever turn that serious. Please, Taka, just tell me what happened.”

Mitsuya shook his head, about to lower the ice pack until you shot him a pointed look. With a small exhale through his nose, he kept it on his jaw while he spoke. “I told you, he was probably pissed he couldn’t get a free meal outta me-”

“Don’t bullshit me, Haji wouldn’t explode like that over a fucking chicken sandwich.” You huffed, frustrated at his evasive behavior. He was holding back information on purpose, you were certain. Ever since the fitting, he'd been acting weird all evening. And that fight only solidified your suspicions. “Just tell me what started it!” 

"Doesn’t matter."

"Taka-"

"Let it go, [______]." He laid back on your couch and made himself comfortable, even so much as turning on your tv to fill over the dead conversation. Mitsuya trained his eyes on the lit-up screen, still icing his jaw as he subtly avoided eye contact.

You could just scream.

Childishly, you snatched the remote from his hand and switched it back off. The lavender haired threw his head back in defeat, the hand holding the ice pack slowly coming down as Mitsuya eyed you from his peripheral; so stubborn.

“Be honest. It was about me again, wasn’t it?” His silence spoke volumes. “So it was then. Ugh, okay listen, I get that you’re both really protective of me, I do, but that doesn’t excuse-”

“I’m in love with you.”

You choked. Though, only on your words.

With that now hanging up in the air, you gaped like a damn goldfish, the remote slipping out your grasp and clambering to the floor with a clack. Mitsuya exhaled; no turning back now. “You…huh?”

“Yep. Have been for a while, actually.” He placed his arms behind the couch, wry smirk on his face. “Planned to tell you over dinner tonight, but that backfired fast, no thanks to that walking steroid you call a boyfriend.”

“Y-…You’re messing with me. Right?” The designer offered a humorless laugh, gesturing to his split lip and bruised jaw.

“Didn’t get hit for saying what a great pal you were, [______].”

Now it was your turn to be silent. A lump began to form in your throat, overwhelmed with the newfound information, borderline confession.

“So then…what did you say to Haji to make him so angry?”

For a split second, you saw a glint within his pools of amethyst as they slowly rendered to a deep violet. Staring at you from beneath his pretty lashes, Mitsuya resembled that of a starved animal on the verge of cornering its prey, causing a sudden warmth to envelop you as you squirmed under his heady gaze.

Sitting up a little, he merely beckoned you to his empty lap. You blinked widely at him, sputtering as you tried to protest the idea. But, what he said next played into your curiosity.

“C’mere, and I’ll show you.”

You blinked at him, uncertain; he made no move to rush you. If you were against the idea, you were more than welcome to decline and tell him to shove it. However, when you eventually crawled into the awaiting throne, settling all your weight on top of him to the point he couldn’t keep from groaning shamelessly, Mitsuya was fucking elated.

You gripped his shirt at the shoulders, sporting that signature pout you’d do whenever you wanted something from him—The designer was more than ready to give it to you. All you had to do was say so.

“Hajime’s gonna kill you if he finds out, though. Don’t want you getting hurt again because of me…”

Mitsuya chuckled, hands slowly rubbing up your thighs until they settled on your hips. “Don’t worry about it, sweet thing. He may have gotten two hits on me today, but all I need is one tomorrow.”

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poo poo pee pee oooohh you wanna tal;k about mumscarian asooooo bad ouuhohhhhh you wanna discuss tehem and tyour headcannons on them SOOO ABADDDD

OUHH I WANNA TALK ABOUT MUMSCARIAN SOOOOO BAD

(guys, obviously this is not about the content creators, those are real people. this is all about the characters!! ty 🫶)

guys literally ENOUGH trying to chose between Grumbo or Scarian or Redscape. they all have two hands. And it’s not Just Grumbo + Scar or Scarian + Mumbo, THEY ALL HAVE WONDERFUL CHEMISTRY!!

Grian and Mumbo CLEARLY like each other— summoning circles and bothering each other every single day (not so much this season), they genuinely enjoy each other’s company, love being around each other— a good example could be in secret life, Grian’s first task to make bad puns and have no one laugh. And what did he do?? Immediately goes to find Mumbo, despite knowing Mumbo is the world’s giggliest person!! Another one is Mumbo’s complete and total regret when making that deal with Grian for his permits— when he took the bit too far and Grian backed out he felt so bad about it!!

Scar and Grian, I mean. C’mon. We have everything about third life, and then double life— and they have such a fun teasing sort of relationship! They laugh with each other and poke fun and that’s how they are !!! They are NOT bad for each other or mean to each other or anything, they play off of each other and don’t hold grudges for their bits. Like the snails bit, or the on hold bit (all from this season), they’re just ! fun and playful together.

Mumbo and Scar are absolutely wonderful together ! their personalities work well together and they’re so hilarious— i love me a crazy bitch (scar) and the seemingly normal guy said crazy bitch totes around with him (mumbo). That’s not to say Mumbo’s normal, he’s only regular because everyone around him is batshit /j still though! Scar does all his crazy shit, and Mumbo’s along for the ride bc they like hanging out together! Mumbo loves Scar’s builds and takes inspo from them, they based next to each other on magic mountain, they’re just so !!

And let’s not forget !! the buttercups! All of season nine! The fact that they’ve based together every season since Grian’s joined!!!

as for headcanons i. literally could talk for hours about it but my phone is dying and its late,,, so have this short list!!

- Grian falls asleep in the sun SO often and whenever Scar or Mumbo finds him, they just ! join him !

- Scar’s the strongest, Grian’s the lightest, and Mumbo’s the weakest. Grian has hollow bird bones and therefore is really light ! Mumbo just is,,,, such a twink im sorry its gotta be said. He may haul redstone components around but he is NOT buff. Scar is buff okay it just Makes Sense. He can pick both Grian and Mumbo up easy

- Mumbo’s the most easily flustered, and Grian and Scar tag team flirt with him SOOOO OFTEN. It just ends in Mumbo being a red and stuttering mess

- Mumbo also is the worst at flirting— Grian’s the best, and Scar isn’t good at it but his insane demeanor and strange behaviors are so captivating to the other two. Mumbo cant flirt to save his life. He once tried a simple pickup line on Grian and forgot how it went halfway through. He’s tried to flirt with Scar and fell face first into the dirt.

- Mumbo still has insane loserboy rizz and autistic swagger. how??? no one knows! but his nervous demeanor and autistic rizz bagged both scar and grian idk

- The Buttercups was a resistance to Doc, yes, but it was ALSO Grian and Scar inviting Mumbo into their relationship. Mumbo did not realize this until FAR into the buttercups. He was not complaining

- On that note, Grian and Scar were dating first, absolutely. After 3rd life??? there was no way they weren’t. But they saw Mumbo, in all his autism, loserboy, anxiety disorder swagger, and both fell head over heels.

- Mumbo has like. Always been in love with Grian and Scar. Since they became friends, basically. But he was nervous to say anything, and then they were dating, and it was okay! Mumbo was absolutely smitten, but it was manageable. He loved them both so much— it was a bruise that only hurt when you pushed on it. But he loved being around them! He loved being their friend, so it was okay! He was their friend, and he loved them, and he was okay with that

- Of course, they DID love him back. Mumbo just didn’t realize that,,,, for a while,,,,,

I’m sure i could come up with more! but like i said it’s late and i need to sleep lmao

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POLAROID LOVE

pairings: nwjns minji x nmixx 8th member! reader x nwjns hanni

synopsis: y/n did not intend to join the kpop industry but after her brother had convinced her, she's taken the industry by storm. what happens when she unintentionally catches the attention and heart of two members of the rookie group, newjeans that's taking everyone by storm?

tags: idol x idol! reader, reader is related to sim jake, wlw, angst, fluff, idol au, friends to lovers, slow burn, crack, smau, love triangle, reader is just dumb and oblivious half of the time

warnings: strong language, drama, cyberbullying, overworking, izone disbandment,(will add more as we progress)

featuring: newjeans, nmixx, iz*one, le sserafim, straykids' bangchan and felix, enhypen's jake

status: started (01/30/23) - completed (09/02/2023)

updates: whenever i can

PROFILES: freaky fishy fishy | new juice | iz*gone | the fimmies | the aussies

CHAPTERS:

00. what did i do this time?

01. PRETTY GIRLS MAKE ME PANIC

02. brought to you by hybe

03. she's a fan of yours

04. chan's room

05. new jeans

06. fimmies help me pls

07. NEW FRIENDS

08. HYEIN THE LUCKY NSWER

BONUS 01: oh i-

09. Jake the bitch

10. THEY'RE REAL (written)

11. i'll take them, thank you

12. i don't understand simlish

13. call me a dungeon master

14. just smile and wave

15. she's built different

16. why didn't you confess?

BONUS 02: dinner with newjeans

17. simping hours: open

18. right here (half-written)

19. just the two of us?

20. one point for rin

21. hanging out with rin

22. planning stage

23. confession from a mother of four

24. she by dodie

25. cute

BONUS 03: its a date

26. the night after

27. yoona to the rescue?

28. you. me. date?

29. mama meeting

30. uwu & cringe

BONUS 04: safe haven

31. snorlax and grim

32. team minyn or hanyn

33. delusions and confrontations

34. game on (half-written)

35. time out (written)

36. the actual minyn date

BONUS 05: can i have this dance?

37. lowkey

38. would you be so kind

BONUS 06: falling

BONUS 07: dis-bitch

39. mother…

40. the announcement

BONUS 08: jealousy jealousy

41. shake it off

42. yoona best girl

43. nmixx & twice (half-written)

44. practice practice

45. talk it out (half-written)

46. friends? (half-written)

47. d-day

48. whatever happens (half-written)

49. you have my heart (half-written)

50. girlfriends? (half-written)

epilogue: one | two | three

bonus: the shade | absolutely smitten

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26 Ways of Taking You: K for Kleptomaniac

Summary: You, Lucienne, and Johanna Constantine have decided to go on a girl's trip. Therefore, Morpheus was not invited and in his desperate yearning to have you by his side again, he steals something of yours.

Notes: ~ 1.5k words, kinktober? maybe. tenses? Don't know that bitch.

Warnings/Tags: MDNI - 18+, male masturbation, stealing of underwear, Reader only pop up for the first segment

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“This is the life,” you groan as you deflate even further into the sun chair. A pina colada is in your right hand and an open book on your left. 

Lucienne hums in agreement, simply basking in the sun after spending several years holed up in the library and often drab weather of the Dreaming. The sun shining, waves crashing, people laughing, and no one screaming for the librarian for any help. 

“I think I’m burnt,” Johanna comments as she picks at her arm, her skin growing red as she hides further under the large beach umbrella. 

“Your complexion is far too white, dear,” Lucienne comments absentmindedly.

“London doesn’t have any sun! This is too much sun!” The necromancer tries to defend herself but it’s lost to the sound of another crash of the waves. After another beat of silence, she speaks again in a teasing tone. “Y/N, do you wonder what Morpheus is up to? Perhaps missing his beloved?”

“Nope,” you answer quickly, taking another sip of your alcoholic drink and your eyes never leaving the words of the book. "This is our last day, so I'm savoring it."

According to human laws and morals, Morpheus knows what he did was wrong. But, he tells himself that he’s not human so he doesn’t and won’t abide by any human laws or morals. All he does know is that he has missed you and that he has missed you desperately. 

The Dreaming just isn’t the same without your presence there each night. It didn’t matter where he found you within the realm, he simply needed to know that you were there, with him. He misses the times he comes to you, having tea with Cain and Abel, gossiping with exaggerated gasps. Or in quieter times where he would have your back to his chest, simply enjoying the company of each other.

Morpheus needs that, now, your presence with him. 

So, that’s how he finds himself in your bedroom, digging through your dresser, looking for your underwear. He has a favorite, though he’s never told you, and he’s rummaging through the different colorful ones until he finds the black one made of laces and silk. 

You only ever wear it for special occasions, but he wished you wore it more often. It looked so good on you for the few seconds he saw it before he ripped it off. 

Oh, cursed creators above! Why did you have to leave him alone and go off on some “girl’s trip” with Lucienne and Johanna? What could you possibly be doing that he wasn’t invited to or privy to know? He hates the ward that Lucienne put up around the three of you, so even if he did try to find your subconscious, he couldn’t. 

His fingers find the smooth feeling of silk and he pulls the underwear from the drawer, unfurling it from its neat fold. Perfect.

Morpheus tells himself that it is just so he can keep it as a souvenir, to remind him of you, his sweet love. Nothing else. But, it’s not even a few hours later when he craves more, the small piece of fabric in his robe pocket doing nothing to satiate his needs and desires. 

His fingers trail down the center, where he imagines himself cupping you as you writhe and squirm beneath him, tracing and teasing the slit up and down slowly just to see your reaction. He’s seen it so many times, it plays like a cinematic movie in his mind; taunting him with what he does not have. 

Morpheus pulls his hand out of his robe pocket, trying to focus on the task at hand and instead trailing his fingers through the fraying papers of the old book. His jaw clenches as he thinks about running his fingers down the length of your spine instead and how your back would arch under his simple touches. 

Morpheus just wants to touch you. 

To feel your skin under his fingers, how your warm body would shiver against his hold. It had only been a couple of weeks but he had already missed the way your hips would buck impatiently against his. The way you craved the delicate type of friction that only he could give. 

The book slams shut with a loud noise, the air pushing the smell of rotting paper into his nostrils. 

“Matthew, why have you not finished the task at hand,” the Endless almost sneers at his loyal raven. Morpheus had given all of Lucienne’s tasks to the raven, thinking the two are equal enough in intellect to maintain the roles. Lucienne was once a raven after all, it should not be that far of a leap (or a flap of the wings in this instance).

“I don’t know how else to tell you this, dude—my lord,” Matthew corrects himself. “I don’t have thumbs.”

“Right.” Morpheus thins his lips, he wouldn’t call it a pout, but Matthew might. Morpheus is getting absolutely nothing done at this rate and if the uncomfortable hardness that presses against the seam of his pants is anything to go by, he has more important matters to attend to. “Continue, Matthew.” 

Morpheus felt so juvenile, stripping himself on your bed, smelling the pillow you last slept on, like those dreams of young teenage boys and their first crush. Yet, the Endless couldn’t help himself, not when he was like this, almost panting, wanting, yearning to feel you against his body again. 

To think it’s only been a couple of weeks makes it all the more embarrassing. You have him wrapped around your little pinkie and you didn’t even know it. 

His first thought was what you could possibly be wearing now. A bikini? A sheer dress that shows off all of your skin, perhaps. Or, maybe you weren’t wearing anything at all, tanning the entire expanse of your body—the sun wrapping around your skin like Helios weaved golden yarn across your legs. 

Morpheus groans as he takes himself into his hand, the warmth of his palm nothing compared to how it feels when you take him deep into your body. There’s no shuddering or whimpering, just the silence of the room and his own ragged breathing. Morpheus drapes the black silk underwear he stole over himself as well, pretending the softness was your tongue, but it lacked the warmth he sought as he pushed himself deeper into your throat. 

Pleasure sparks along his length as he moves his hand in a steady rhythm, images and inappropriate thoughts overcome the last as if fighting for a spot in his mind. Each fantasy, each fleeting desire, did not stay in his mind long enough for anything sufficient. 

The thought of your first anniversary, one he didn’t particularly feel was all that special. But if it’s human custom to celebrate then by all means he will indulge your whims. All complaints from him were gone as soon as he saw you all tied up with that smooth red silk, a giant bow for him to untie. A gift, you had told him that night and he ravished it all the same. 

Morpheus’ hips rut into his hand as the memory fades into something else. His grip turns tighter, faster,  as he imagines the night you decided to take control. He was opposed to it, it should be you who is worshiped not him, but Morpheus remembers how he couldn’t stop the way his body reacted to the way you bounced on his cock. How physics seems to grace his endless lifespan with the sight of your tits bouncing as you slammed yourself back onto him. Morpheus can still feel the way your nails clawed down his chest, how they left perfect red lines across his alabaster skin, and how he didn’t heal for weeks just as a physical reminder of your touch. 

He groans again, curses even, as he’s pushed further from sanity. Morpheus wants nothing more than to grab you, his mind once again flashing with images of your curves, the swell of your breasts, and how they always looked better when his hands were ghosting over them. If it wasn’t his hands, he wants it to be his mouth—sucking, nipping, biting, and claiming each inch of your skin. 

Morpheus gasps again, his hands moving faster, the silk of your underwear like a dull reminder of what could, no will, be his soon enough. The image of your lips is what tips him over, his back growing taut and his thighs spasming as the plump of your lips whispers his name. It’s always so… perfect how you would say it—like a priest at the altar, the whisper of his name like a devotion of worship. 

Your name leaves his dry lips, his tongue smoothing over the cracking skin as he cums, the white substance staining the black silk that is still wrapped around his prominent arousal. His fingers start to move again, finding that he still craved more of your touch. 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Morpheus will have you when you finally decide to come back home to him. 

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Bow chika wow wow

I had to ask my partner with help with this one and he was useless just like all men are

♡ Yours, Layla

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THIS LOVE (II) — j.m

pairing actor!jj maybank x actress!reader

chapter summary from a glimpse into the past where you and jj share a heated moment that leads to passion and bliss, to the future where jj's reminded of how badly he wants to make you happy again. he realizes that you don't plan on giving him the time of day, and makes a statement that could either help the situation or worsen it.

warnings 18+, language, a lil angsty, a love confession, protected sex, oral sex (fem. receiving), fingering, soft-turned-rough sex, hair pulling [4.1k]

author’s note chapter two is finally here :) i hope you enjoy ♡︎ side note: y/n/n = your nickname! also, there's a flashback within the flashback, marked in italics.

recommended listening butterflies by queen naija, unlove you (s2) by star cast

this love — the complete playlist ;; the masterlist ;; the tag list

❝ CHAPTER TWO ❞

Flashback — Five Years Ago; Age Eighteen

“What up?” JJ greeted, climbing through your bedroom window as he often — if not always — did.

You’d left it cracked open, allowing some fresh air to come in as you sat on the floor at the foot of your bed. Your back was leaning against the mattress, your knees brought up to your chest as you cried to yourself quietly. The minute you’d heard JJ opening up your window to let himself in, you wiped your eyes, trying your best not to show any evidence of your tears.

“I got the snacks,” he informed you, slinging his bag onto your desk and placing the tray of slashes on the surface to give his arm a break. “It was a bitch to carry the slurpees through there, but I did it.”

You could hear the pride in his voice, and normally that would instantly bring a glowing smile to your face, but you just couldn’t muster up the energy to do so. Not while you were in your poor headspace.

And, JJ, being JJ, instantly picked up on your silence. He knew you too well, could easily tell when something was wrong. There was no hiding from him, no matter how hard you tried.

“Hey, you all right? What’s the matter, pretty girl?” He questioned, moving quick on his feet to get to you. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying, J,” you huffed, “‘M fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he said. “I know you. You act like everything’s fine because you don’t want anybody worrying about you. But I’m not just anybody. I’m me. So tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.” 

JJ’s hand came up to your face, the pad of his thumb swiping away the remnants of a tear you hadn’t cleared away. You softened, melting into his touch instantly because he felt like home. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his strong arms, nestling your head under his chin and cuddling into him as he held you and made everything okay. 

Being with him always did. 

But then he broke the silence you’d left him in, and you were pulled away from your thoughts.

“Is this…” he trailed off, treading lightly, “Is this about earlier?”

You thought back to a couple hours ago, and you wanted to cringe. You didn’t want to relive it. 

“J? You here?” You called, walking in through the door of the chateau in search of your best friend. 

You heard faint giggles coming from the guest room he’d claimed as his, instantly giving him away. You grinned as you made your way to the bedroom door. Your hand fell onto the doorknob, and you twisted it open. Your smile fell instantly when your eyes landed on JJ half naked with a blonde in his bed.

“Oh, I, uh— Sorry,” you sputtered out, closing the door as fast as you could and making a bolt for the exit. 

You heard JJ call after you a few times, followed by the padding of his feet against the wooden floors as he tried to chase after you. You showed no signs of stopping, though. Instead, you got into your car, putting it into gear as you watched JJ emerge through the door and down the steps.

“Y/N, wait!”

His words died in the air as you wasted no time making your escape. You drove off, tears welling in your eyes as you left JJ alone, standing outside. 

“No,” you chided, “It’s not about earlier. Just…go home, J. I’m sorry you wasted a trip.”

He scoffed. “You really think I’m gonna leave when you need me? No. Something’s wrong and I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what it is.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling yourself out of his grasp. “Why do you have to be so stubborn? Leave it alone.”

“I’m not leaving shit alone. Tell me. Now.”

“You wanna know what’s wrong that badly? Fine. Then let me ask you something. Why don’t you want me?”

JJ’s mouth went dry at your words and his brows furrowed. “W-What?”

“Why don’t you want me? I mean, you’ll fuck anything that moves. You flirt with anyone in your general direction. You look at everyone. Everyone but me.”

JJ chooses not to answer, knowing that you aren’t finished.

“I mean, I’ve been wracking my brain for months, now. Years, actually, because I thought that you— that we…” You sighed, your hand coming to your forehead. “I just want to know why.”  

“Are you insane?”

“Excuse me?”

“You gotta be insane, here, Y/N. This has to be some kind of joke, ‘cause I’ve been in love with you since we were seven. How can’t you see that?” He moved closer to you once more, thanking the heavens when you didn’t move away from him. “You think I don’t want you? You’re all I want. Everyday. All the time. But, fuck, I— I’m not good enough for you. You have dreams, a-and hopes. Babe, I’m never getting out of here—” 

“—Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth,” he shrugs. “I’m not. But you are. How could I ever be selfish with you and hold you back from that? You deserve more. Better. And I can’t give you that.”

“I deserve you. I deserve us.” Your hands braced themselves on his biceps as you looked into his oceanic eyes. “Don’t you wanna be happy?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“It is, J. Don’t do this. You self-sabotage because you don’t think you deserve anything good, and you push people away. But you don’t have to do that with me.”

His gaze softened, and he looked like he wanted to give in to you. 

“I’ll ask you again. Do you want to be happy?”

“I’d do anything to be happy with you,” he responded in a hushed tone. He looked like a sad puppy, and you wanted to kiss the frown off his face. 

“Then let’s do that. Let’s be happy. Together. Love each other openly and without fear the way we should’ve been doing all these years. You’re the one for me, J. I know it.”

“You’re the one for me, too.”

You kissed him. You melted into him like snow hitting the pavement when it rains. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, urging his mouth further onto yours. He reciprocated just as forcefully, and he tugged you impossibly closer, melding his body against yours and stealing some of your body heat.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your lips. “So damn much. It’s been killing me to not tell you that everyday. Not show you that everyday.”

Your hands slid down to his chest, and your shared gaze only intensified. 

“Then show me now.”

JJ stared into your pleading eyes. There was no way he would turn you down. Not when he finally knew how you tasted. How you felt in his arms now that your feelings were established and everything was on the table. He wanted to throw you into bed and never let you leave, never let you come up for air. But most importantly, he just wanted to express his love for you in a deeper, more intimate way. And with you standing in front of him, looking more beautiful than you ever had, with swollen lips and a pounding heart, he wasn’t going to hold himself back anymore.

He pulled you in for another kiss, his hands holding your face delicately before sliding down your body. His fingers tapped your butt, silently urging you to jump. You did, and he caught you with ease before making his way to your bed. He placed you atop the mattress, momentarily pulling away so he could look at you. You, however, were far too impatient. You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him on top of you with a harsh yank. He chuckled into your mouth as you two scooted to the top of the bed. Pulling away again, the two of you discarded your shirts and rid yourselves of your pants, leaving your undergarments to be the only things separating the two of you. 

JJ pushed you softly against the pillows, granting you one more kiss before he trailed his lips down your jaw and neck. He sucked and nipped at your soft, sweet skin, leaving a path of love bites that led down to your collarbone. 

“You’re mine. Always have been. Always will be. And I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

His raspy, lust-seeped voice made you dizzy. You’d never seen him like this and you wanted him to show more of this side to you. You wanted him to bear his soul to you.

JJ’s hands slithered around your form to your back, and he undid the clasp of your bra. He tossed it onto the floor and let his eyes return to you. Your bare breasts laid beautifully, and JJ could feel himself getting rock hard just from the look of them. 

“So fuckin’ pretty. Never even doubted that you would be.”

You blushed under him, wanting to tear your eyes away. You’d gone shy, now, and JJ could sense it.

“Hey,” he said, his hands resting on your hips. His thumbs smoothed circles into your hipbones gently. “Don’t be shy. You don’t have to hide from me. You’re perfect. Let me make you feel that.”

“Okay,” you breathed.

JJ grinned, bending down to give you another kiss. His hands that previously laid on your hips ran up your torso to your tits. He cupped them in his hands, letting his fingers pinch and twist at your nipples, perking them up. You moaned into his mouth, arching your back and pushing yourself further into his grasp. 

JJ broke the kiss, and you were about to whine in disappointment, but then you felt his tongue work at one of your buds. He wrapped his lips around it, swirling and nipping at it lightly in an attempt to pull more pretty sounds from you. It worked. You mewled when he tugged at it lightly with his teeth. He sucked at it once more and let it go with a pop, before mimicking the same actions on the other one. 

“J, no teasing. Please. I’ve waited long enough,” you pouted. 

“Shhh,” he cooed, “let me take my time with you. I’ve been waiting on this for a long damn time too. ‘M gonna do everything I can to savour it.”

He left more kisses down the valley of your tits, down to your stomach. He reached your panties, and his hot breath fanned over your covered core, causing you to shiver. You were already so wet, the fabric giving you away with the large wet patch bleeding through it. 

“So needy, baby. Bet you want me to touch you, huh? Eat this pussy out good?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

His fingers hooked into the hem of your underwear and he pulled it down your legs before discarding it with the rest of your clothes on the floor. He then made his way back down to your core, leaving another abundance of kisses down your legs. He focused on your inner thighs, marking your skin with more hickies. 

You bucked your hips impatiently, trying to get his attention and direct it toward your cunt. He simply chuckled into your skin.

“‘M gettin’ there, princess.”

His lips found the skin surrounding your pussy, and he dragged his tongue along it, inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most. Then, finally, his tongue ran through your wet folds, from your entrance right to your clit, circling it, before running back down.

“You taste so damn good. Sweetest girl I know.”

He’d always called you sweet, but this, now…it had taken on another meaning. 

JJ began to lap at your core like he hadn’t eaten a meal in decades, devouring every inch of you the way he’d always dreamed about. Your moans only made him work harder. He didn’t want a minute to pass by where he wasn’t driving you crazy and giving you everything he had, and then some. His tongue fucked you while his thumb massaged your clit strategically. Then, his lips sucked at your folds as he made his way back up to your clit again. His lips brought it into his mouth, and he pulled at it while he toyed around with it using his skilled tongue. He pushed two fingers inside you, curling up and kneading your walls. He was everywhere, all at once, and he hadn’t even actually been inside you yet. 

He felt you clamping down on his digits, and by the way your cries of pleasure were increasing in volume, he knew you were on the brink of falling apart. 

“J,” you mewled, your hands slipping into his hair ad you grinded your hips against the flat of his tongue. “Fuck. Please don’t stop. P-please.”

Lucky for you, he wasn’t planning on it. 

One magic push of his fingers and flick of his tongue and you were done for. You came, harshly and loudly. Your walls tightened around his fingers so hard that he didn’t think he’d be able to retract them from you. 

Once your breathing evened out, he pulled away from you and stuck his cum-coated fingers in his mouth. He cleaned them off, groaning in pleasure. 

“God, you taste so damn good. When I’m done fucking you, you’re gonna sit on my face for the rest of the night. I don’t care if I suffocate. I’ll die eating this pussy.” 

You motioned him over to you, and when he was in your grasp, your hand cupped the back of his neck as you kissed him deeply.

“You have such a dirty mouth, Maybank.”

“It’s worse when it comes to you.”

You giggled against his lips before kissing him again. “You gonna fuck me, or what?” 

Your hand palmed him over his boxers, and his hips bucked into your touch. He let you rub at him, shutting his eyes as his breathing became shaky.

“Fuck, w-wait. ‘M gonna cum if you keep doing that. I wanna be fucking you when I do,” he spoke, breathless.

“Mm, so stop talking and get inside me,” you teased. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

He got up from the bed, scrambling to find his shorts and pulling a condom out of his wallet. He ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled it on after removing his boxers.

“That was way hotter than it should’ve been,” you breathed. 

JJ simply chuckled before crawling back onto the bed and towering above you. He guided his tip to your entrance, and his eyes met yours.

“I love you.” 

He said it like it was a prayer only you could answer. And it was.

“I love you too, J. Love you so much,” you responded, giving him a smile. He returned it, and pushed into you. He relished in your gasp as he bottomed out and stuffed you completely full. 

You felt him, he was so big and deep that it was hard to breathe. Like he had reached your lungs. You looked down to where you two were joined, and you noticed that you could see his bulge in your tummy.

“Fuck, look at that,” JJ gasped, his pointer finger tracing the outline of himself inside you. He then placed his palm there, pressing down and retracted before pummelling into you again. You felt a gooey feeling deep in your belly, your legs turning jelly-like. His cock stroked your g-spot again and again as he started to move, and it wasn’t long before you were calling out for him again. 

“So big, J. Shit. Too big.”

“But you’re taking me so well, baby. Look,” he instructed. You leaned up onto your elbows, watching as your pussy reeled him in and swallowed him whole. “You can do this. You’re my good girl, know you can take me. Right?”

“Yes. Yes, ‘m your good fucking girl. Gonna make you proud.”

“Already are, pretty girl.”

JJ’s other hand pushed down on the back of your right thigh, spreading you open more so he could fuck into you deeper. His thrusts started off slow as he rolled his hips into yours. Your legs wove around his waist, and your arms did the same around his neck to keep him pressed to you. Lips locked, chest to chest, hands in each other’s hair. Despite being in love with each other since the beginning of time, this wasn’t your first time, and it definitely wasn’t JJ’s. Still, neither of you had ever felt so close to someone, so intimate and vulnerable and open. It was addicting. You could picture yourselves staying like this forever. Remained as one and never daring to let go. 

“J,” you spoke softly. 

“Hm?” JJ hummed, his lips pressed to the nape of your neck.

“You don’t have to be so gentle. I love that you are, but…I want more. I want you to wreck me, really make me yours.”

“Fuck, don’t talk like that, princess. Don’t wanna hurt you,” he said, craning his neck to look up at you.

“You won’t,” you assured him. “Fuck me harder, J. In any position. Anywhere you want. Please.” 

He pulled out of you instantly, his hands grabbing you and flipping you onto your elbows and knees. His hand pushed on the flat of your back, arching you for him. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back, baby.”

“Don’t,” you instructed. “I don’t want you to.”

JJ swore you were trying to make him bat-shit crazy with your goading words. His control had already been slowly slipping out of his grasp since he first kissed you, and now you were telling him he didn’t need to have restraint? 

He shoved his length into you without warning, one hand bracing itself back on your hip and the other on the back of your head, half-smushing the side of your face into one of your pillows. 

“When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk for a week straight.”

Grunts leave his lips as his hands pulled you back against his cock. It speared into you rougher than before, with so much force that the bed was shaking and your headboard was smacking against the wall. Your cries were much louder now as he punished your pussy the way you wished he would. 

“So fuckin’ tight. My perfect girl wants to be fucked like a slut, huh?”

“Yes. Yes.”

JJ’s hands circled your wrists and restrained them behind your back, using them as leverage while he pounded into you. His grip was to tight you knew his hands and your wrists would be sore by the time you finished. But the only thing you could really focus on was how good he was fucking you. 

“J, oh my god. Right there, so fucking close,” you begged. “Don’t stop!”

He kept up his pace, but released your hands, watching you scramble to grip onto the bedsheets like a vice. He towered over your back, one arm keeping himself steady while the other thread through your hair and yanked your head back toward him. His teeth nipped at your ear before he spoke. 

“Cum for me, mama. Make a mess on me,” he spoke. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“J!” You called out, your hand moving backward to hold the back of his head. 

The two of you reached your highs at the same time, and JJ collapsed on top of you. He felt like a weighted blanket on top of you, encasing you in his safe and loving warmth. 

“Shit. We’re doing that again.”

-

Pure bliss was all you could feel at that moment. 

JJ’s arms were wrapped around you as he laid on his side. One hand was splayed between your shoulder blades, and the other’s fingers trailed lightly up and down your side. He smiled when you hummed contently, pushing your face further into his chest and planting a kiss there. 

“You gettin’ all shy on me again, baby?”

“A little,” you replied quietly. You felt the heat rushing into your cheeks and you try to hide your growing smile. 

JJ’s chest vibrated as he huffed a soft laugh. “Why?”

“‘Cause I never thought I’d hear you say you were in love with me.”

He scooted lower onto the mattress so he could catch your eyes. 

“I’ve wanted to tell you that every day for over a decade. It’s been killin’ me, pretty girl. I just…I didn’t think you felt the same way, and I thought that if I couldn’t have you as my girl, at least I could have you as my best friend. I wanted you any way I could have you.” 

“I wanted you in any way I could have you too.” 

JJ watched something in your eyes change, and fear instantly crept into his chest. Were you about to say that you changed your mind? That it was a mistake? A million things ran through his mind, but, he needn’t have worried.

“What if we ruin it? Us? J, I can’t lose you. I don’t think I could bear that kind of loss.”

JJ let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, and his hand reached for yours. He kissed your knuckles softly. “We would never let that happen. You’re my favourite person, and I’m yours. Nothing is ever gonna change that.” 

“Promise?” You questioned with hopeful eyes.

“‘Course I do. You’re my pretty girl. There’s no way I’m ever letting go of you.”

You couldn’t help but beam at him. 

“You’re my J, and I’m never letting go of you either.” 

JJ’s brows furrowed with confusion, “Hold up…I’m your joint? That’s a little weird, baby.”

“Shut up,” you giggled, shoving his chest. “You’re such a goof. What do I even see in you?”

“Hey!” JJ exclaims with a loud laugh, moving on top of you so he can tickle your sides. 

The love he felt for you had never been as immense as it was in that very moment, and he hoped it would never end, because to JJ, there simply was no happiness without you by his side.

End of Flashback

JJ

JJ thinks back to the last time he got to hear your laugh, the last time he saw your eyes twinkle with pure adoration for him. the last time he saw you happy. The guilt was always unbearable, but it worsened more than he thought possible when he saw you today. 

He needs to fix things. Win you back. There’s no way fate would throw you into each other’s paths again if it means that all hope was lost. Or, at least, he hopes. 

He snaps out of his trance when he hears the clicking of heels against the concrete from behind him, and before he can turn around to see who it is, he hears a scoff. 

“God, are you stalking me now?”

JJ is quick to jump to his feet, following after you. He can hear reporters calling both your names, but he tunes them out. He doesn’t care about the press. He cares about you.

“Y/N, wait! At least let me explain,” he pleads. His hand reaches out, wrapping around your elbow. 

“Let go of me!” You spit, yanking yourself from his grasp. “What could you possibly have to say to me? I gave you a chance to explain five years ago and you didn’t seem to care then. So I don’t care about anything you have to say now.”

“Y/N/N, I’m begging you. Please.” 

“You don’t get to call me that.” 

Before he can respond, a reporter approaches the both of you with his camera flashing in your face. 

“Y/N Y/L/N! JJ Maybank! What’s the deal between you two?!”

You turn to him. “There is no deal. We’re coworkers.” Your head flips back to meet JJ’s gaze, “And that’s all we ever will be.”

JJ watches you storm off, your shiny hair blowing in the wind of your escape. It’s like you're taking another piece of his heart with you as you walk away. 

“Mr. Maybank! Any comments?!”

JJ looks at the reporter, chewing on his words. If he wants to get you back, he has to be bold. And if you aren’t going to listen to him, then maybe you’ll get the message if he goes to the media. His millions of fans have got to count for something.

“Actually, yeah. I’ve known Y/N Y/L/N since I was seven years old. She was my best friend, and my favourite person in the world, and I really hurt her. But I’m going to win her back. Make sure that’s on the front page of whatever tabloid you work for. I want her — and the world — to know.”

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hiiiii im a HUGE fan of your work. i was wondering if you would care to do #23-bonfire or #15-bobbing for apples off the fall prompt list?

23. Bonfire

from autumn fic prompts here

i had enough time today to bang this one out really fast, because i desperately wanted to write something halloweeny after spending all month working on the hallozine! take a short fic with some dumb boys (the best kind of boys) making out! (ALSO THANK U!!!)

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Newt usually doesn’t bother hitting up Shatterdome parties, mostly because he’s become too high-strung, like, 80% of the time to actually enjoy himself at anything that cuts into time that could be spent doing something useful in the lab (he can’t believe he’s actually saying that), but the flyers posted semi-discreetly on corkboards around the base for this year’s Halloween bash caught his eye. A rooftop Halloween bonfire. The brazenness of advertising something so clearly a massively illegal fire hazard impressed him, and in the spirit of sticking it to the man Newt felt like he was obliged to go.

He half-asses a costume an hour before the bonfire starts with the help of some random shit he finds around the lab and shows up fashionably late with a six-pack of low quality beer he shoved into the back of the lab minifridge a couple months ago. The bonfire is being held at the same rooftop he and Hermann sometimes sneak off to to bitch at each other in private when they need some fresh air, to Newt’s surprise, since he’s been operating under the assumption for several years now that they're the only two who know about it. Hermann was the one to pick the lock on the maintenance access door, after all.

The bonfire is more of a controlled campfire in a metal fire pit and being heavily monitored by a j-tech with a poker in a Frankenstein’s monster costume, but Newt finds it admirable all the same.

He trades his six pack in for something that looks moderately less awful from a booze table and takes in the party. There’s Halloween party garland and orange-purple string lights strung around the railings, a few lit up Styrofoam jack-o-lanterns smiling on the snack tables, and generically spooky instrumental music blasting from someone’s Bluetooth speaker. Most of his fellow partygoers are unrecognizable in their costumes.

Well, not everyone.

He’s more than slightly astonished to see Hermann hunched in on himself at the far end of the roof (their spot, Newt would call it, if he wanted to get all sentimental about it), illuminated by string lights, the hood of his massive green parka tucked down low over his face and his fingers wrapped tight around what looks like the same kind of beer as Newt. Hermann doesn’t really do stuff like this, you know, the whole socializing, making an effort to make an effort thing, and—on top of that—he scoffed when Newt tried to subtly imply yesterday over lunch that he should tag along with Newt to the party. Fire hazard, he said, I have no desire to be written up by the Marshal because I’m a huge kiss-up nerd with absolutely zero Halloween spirit, Newton, or, you know, something like what.

Newt makes a beeline for his colleague before Hermann can look up and make a beeline of his own straight out of here. Then again, Newt was the one to invite Hermann in the first place, so he has to imagine the guy won’t completely mind breathing the same air as him for a few minutes.

“Nice costume,” Newt says, sidling up next to Hermann. Hermann doesn’t bother greeting him like a normal human being, just sighs in the put-upon way he likes to direct at Newt alone. “What are you going as, a big nerd?” He plucks at the sleeve of Hermann’s parka. “How are you not dying in that thing right now?”

The Octobers here are very different from the quaint, chilly little New England falls Newt grew up with: warm and humid, and absolutely way too warm and humid for Hermann’s ridiculous big coat. Hermann ignores him, so as payback Newt steals and takes a swig from his beer while Hermann makes a noise of protest. "Did you at least sterilize that equipment before coming up here?" he finally says. “I don’t believe anyone will be very pleased if you get kaiju slime all over the punch bowl. What are you meant to be, anyway?”

“Obviously I’m a mad scientist,” Newt says. He snaps his work goggles down awkwardly over his glasses and pops the collar of his white labcoat, which he’d painstakingly splattered with some blue dye that vaguely resembles kaiju blood. (He was tempted to use actual neutralized blood for authenticity’s sake but ultimately decided that would be a stupid, possibly biohazardous idea.)

Hermann arches his eyebrows, apparently unimpressed.

“Whatever, dude, at least I put in some effort,” Newt says. He pushes the goggles back up and makes a face at Hermann. “I thought you weren’t gonna come to this thing anyway?” Hermann had been pretty adamant about it being a stupid idea.

“I wasn’t intending to,” Hermann says, scowling, and in retaliation swipes Newt’s untouched beer. “I happened to be here when it started—I didn’t realize it was being held at this particular rooftop. I thought I may as well stay. I haven’t got anything better to do, after all.” He takes a sip of Newt's beer.

“Ooh, you party animal,” Newt says.

He tugs Hermann’s hood down off his head so he doesn’t have to think about how bad Hermann must be sweating under it anymore. Beneath it Hermann’s hair is messy and a little staticky, sticking up in the back, and his cheeks and ears are flushed red from either alcohol or heat or both, visible even in the low light. It’s really pretty cute.

Feeling bold, Newt tugs him forward by the parka’s zipper and kisses him. He feels Hermann’s frown gradually smooth out to a stoic just-there smile beneath his lips. Hermann taps his chest gently. “Newton, not in public,” he mumbles.

Pavlovian response to kiss Hermann, Newt thinks; they make out here at least every other week. And anyway, it’s dark enough and they’re far away enough from the crowd around the bonfire that you’d really have to squint to tell who they are, so it's not really that public. Newt recognized Hermann immediately, obviously, but that’s because he instinctively looks for Hermann upon entering any given location on the base. Newt’s being so sentimental tonight. He’s not sure what’s gotten into him.

“You can just admit you wanted to check out the bonfire,” Newt says. “That’s a significantly less weird reason for lurking around in the dark than being too stubborn to leave when everyone crashed your super emo brooding time. You can have fun sometimes, Hermann.” Newt could maybe use that reminder too. “We can have fun,” he amends.

“I wasn’t brooding,” Hermann says.

“Then what were you doing?” Newt says, and at the little embarrassed flick of Hermann’s eyes to the ground, he quickly develops a hypothesis. “Dude, were you waiting for me to get here? And in our spot? Why didn't you just say you changed your mind?”

“I was not,” Hermann says, but he’s the one to close the gap between them this time. Hermann always kisses a little hesitantly at first, like he’s not sure if he’s doing it right, or that Newt is suddenly gonna change his mind three seconds in, but he also gets into it just as fast, and the payoff is always worth it. Soon he’s sliding his hand up the side of Newt’s face and toying with the strap of his safety goggles, his lips parting under Newt’s.

In public! Newt thinks to exclaim, but that’s definitely enough to cut things very, very short, so he keeps his stupid thoughts to himself and grabs the front of Hermann’s parka. “How long do you think we have before they shut this down?” Newt gasps when Hermann slides down to kiss under his jaw. “The—the bonfire, I mean.”

“Not very long,” Hermann says against his throat. “I’ll be fast.”

[sweet-drmzzz]

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Anytime Sweetheart (Remastered)-Part One

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF) SERIES WARNINGS: (not specific to each chapter): violence, implied sexual assault, drug use, drinking, smut, murder, cursing, age-gap relationships, power dynamics, angst, slight slow burn, cheating... will update warnings as needed. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a rewrite! I originally wrote this, which can still be found in my master list, years and years ago and finally have decided to spruce it up a bit. This will be in third person POV and updated to be less... cringy as the original. As of right now there are only two chapters rewritten but if anyone shows interest, I will continue :) Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. I haven't written anything serious in years so this is me dipping my toes back in :) Face credit for OC is Taylor Momsen :) Tag List: @coffee-obsessed-writer @kazosa @lovealways-j @lovetusk @sorenmarie87

“You’re fucking useless, you know that? Like some useless blonde bimbo, I swear.” Anthony growled, advancing towards her menacingly.

“I-I, I’m sorry, something’s been wrong with the washer and I guess something got wrapped around the agitator-” She tried to explain, her voice shaking.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up, you stupid bitch.” Anthony roared, raising his hand back and drawing it forwards across Kylin’s face. A cry of pain escaped her lip and her hand cupped her stinging cheek. She backed against the door of the couple’s bedroom and stumbled as the door fell open behind her, already broken from a previous altercation.

She slammed the door closed in his face, thankful to hear the click of the handle, rushing to lock it and secure it closed. Anthony banged on the door, threatening to break down, while Kyln grabbed her backpack from the closet. She packed up a few things before zipping it up and throwing it out the window closest to the driveway. The door was soon easily broken open by Anthony, and she dove out the window herself. Thankfully, she landed unbruised and quickly made her way to her car with the backpack.

But she wasn’t quite fast enough, unfortunately.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He seethed as his hand found purchase in her hair. He spun her around, pinning her against himself and the car door. His free hand came to wrap around her throat, squeezing her throat closed.

It had to have been pure adrenaline, she would think looking back, because she instinctively  brought her knee to his groin with all the strength she could muster. He dropped her to the ground, stumbling back as he gripped his useless nutsack. She took advantage of the moment and bound to her car, quickly locking it as he tried to stumble his way towards her. 

Before she even registered where she was going, she was already two and a half hours south of DFW on I-35.

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Half an hour later, Kylin pulled into her brother's gated community and gave the security guard the passcode. She followed the GPS through the neighborhood, even though she knew the way by memory. She put the car in park before turning off the engine as anxiety raged in her gut. Why did there have to be so many cars in his driveway at 11 o'clock at night?  A million ‘what if’s’ swam through her head, and she almost lost her nerve completely. 

But then she remembered every sad look her family had given her, how disappointed they were with her, how much it hurt them to see her in that condition... How much they tried to remind her that they weren’t raised to put up with bullshit like what she had endured. 

She rang the doorbell, and a relieved sigh left her when her sister-in-law answered the door.

“Oh my god, Kylin, What are you doing here?” Danneel screeched as she threw her arms around Kylin, not spilling a drop of wine as it sloshed around in the glass that was clutched in her hand. 

Kylin smiled as she returned Danneel’s embrace. She squeezed her tight as relief spread over her and her nerves seemed to immediately release themselves. She had misses her bestfriend SO fucking much. 

“Um, I-I hope I’m not intruding or anything,” Kylin sniffed as she pulled away to wipe the tears that fell without her permission, “ I uh, needed somewhere to go.” 

Danneel’s smile fell immediately. She looked around before pulling her into the empty den.  She gripped Kylin by the side of the head with her free hand as she asked in a whisper, “Did he…?”

Kylin nodded shamefully, “Don’t tell Jens, please. It’s over, and I’m not going back.”

“Stay here as long as you need. I’ll call Dad in the morning so he can deal with getting your stuff. You really drove here from Dallas?” Danneel replied with a hint of snark. She let out a laugh when Kylin answered her question with a shrug.

“Well, you picked a hell of a night to make an appearance.” Dani smirked, taking a sip from her glass of Cabernet, “Somehow everyone managed to be in the same place at the same time for once, so it’s a full house.” 

The girls made their way from the den and into the dining room where everyone else was gathered, Danneel rubbing Kylin’s back soothingly before pulling away to get her husband’s attention. 

“Look who came to see her favorite brother,” Danneel touched Jensen on his back and he whipped around, a smile immediately brightened his face. 

“Ky, what the hell are you doing here?” He whooped, moving quickly to engulf his younger sister in a smothering hug. He squeezed her tight around her ribs and she couldn’t help the shriek of pain that she let out as he lifted her up off the floor. Jensen let her go and gave her a questioning look.

“Err, sorry, Bubs. I, uh, fell off the ladder at Dad’s the other day trying to help him do something, Kinda, uh, bruised my ribs a little bit, I think. No biggie.” She excused as she rubbed the sore area. 

“He should know your clumsiness does not make you helpful,” Jensen joked, throwing his arm around her shoulders as she motioned for Dani to make Kylin a drink.

“Whiskey, please,” Kylin stated when she saw her attempt to reach for the wine. Danneel gave her a look, but obliged nonetheless.

“And who is this beautiful young thing you have yet to introduce me to, Jensen?” A thick drawl came from behind. Kylin turned her head towards the voice. 

‘Holy fuckballs,’ Kylin thought as she was met with the tall length of a man that was Jeffery Dean Morgan, clad in dark washed jeans and a faded band tee.

“This is my sister, Jeff, my baby  sister. She just popped in to surprise me from Dallas.” Jensen replied, his voice lowering with a hint of protectiveness. He wrapped his arm tighter around Kylin’s shoulders and she fought to wince with the tenderness. 

“She looks young enough to be your daughter, J,” Jeffrey chuckled as he let his eyes roam Kylin’s frame.

“Not quite, but she is definitely old enough to be yours, old man.” Jens replied, eyes squinted in annoyance. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Morgan,” Kylin replied as she stuck her hand out towards him, “Ignore my brother, he’s a bitch.” 

She ignored Jensen’s scoff as she smiled up at Jeffrey, who took her hand in both of his much larger ones. 

“Definitely related to you, Ackles. She’s cute.” Jeffrey smiled, letting go of Kylin’s hand after a moment. 

“Ky! How the hell have you been, woman?!” Was heard right before Kylin was scooped up from behind and spun around by Rob Benedict. 

He set her down gently and turned her in his arms to hug her properly. She couldn't help the whimper that escaped her throat as pressure was once again applied to her sore body. Rob brought his head back to give her a knowing look. Kylin simply smiled shyly before she dodged his eyes and looked away. 

She was quickly passed around by Jared, Gen, and Rob, and a sense of comfort graced her as she realized that she was finally surrounded by people who loved her and would protect her. She was safe. For now, at least. 

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As she enjoyed the company of her friends, family, and warm whiskey, her phone was constantly vibrating in her pocket, Anthony not willing to give up. The alcohol was working its way through her system, and in her drunkenness, her anger started to flare up all over again. With a sigh of frustration, she retreated to the back yard to answer the phone. She lit a cigarette and took a deep drag before pressing “accept” on the screen.

She didn’t even get the chance to say “Hello,” before the verbal attack began.

“Get your stupid ass back to this fucking house, now.” Anthony demanded, his voice low and almost growl-like.

“No,” She replied simply, taking another anxious pull from the cigarette between her fingers. 

“Where the fuck did you even go, huh? Who are you with? You’re at some bar, huh? I’ll beat your ass in the middle of Pearl if I find you, you fucking whore.” He threatened, followed by a loud crashing noise coming from the background. 

“I’m done with this. This is not how you speak to someone, Anthony. Who the fuck raised you?” She hissed, attempting to keep her voice down so as to not draw any attention, “I’m done. Like, done, done.”

“Since when do you get to have a complex, bitch? You ruined my life having to deal with all of your shit, so you don’t get to just walk away from me.” 

“The fuck I don’t!” She barked, her voice raised, “Fuck you, you piece of shit. Fuck. you. My dad will be there by tomorrow to get my shit. I’m done with this conversation.” 

Anthony started on another tirade, but before she could tell what his next slew of curses would be, her phone was snatched out of her hand. She whipped around as Jeffery brought the phone to his ear. 

“I do believe the lady said she was done. Learn your manners, boy.” His drawl was thick and assertive, and he left no time for Anthony to reply before he pressed the “end” button and held the phone out for her to take back.

She hadn’t even realized she had started crying until she brought the forgotten cigarette back to her lips, and the ashes fell across her hand as she took a final drag before tossing it into the yard. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater, trying to rid her face of the tears and snot. 

Jeffrey took a seat next to her on the bench she had been sitting on and lit up a joint. He took a couple of hits for himself before he passed it to her. 

“Thanks,” She whispered and took a deep drag. She hummed in appreciation as she held the smoke in her lungs for a moment before blowing it out. 

“Anytime, sweetheart. Sounds like you need it.” Jeffrey chuckled as he took it back from her. They sat there for a few minutes, passing the joint back and forth without speaking. The sound of the back door opening, followed by Genevieve’s voice broke the comfortable silence. 

“There you are! Oooooh, you have goodies!” Gen giggled as she sat beside Kylin, who was forced to move closer to Jeffrey, their shoulders touching. 

“Rough day?” Gen asked as she plucked the roach from Kylin’s fingers and took a deep drag. She had already been informed of the situation by Danneel.

Kylin simply replied with a huff of a laugh and a shake of her head.

“That boy needs to learn how to speak to a woman,” Jefrey stated simply as he brought a cigarette to his mouth.

“You have no idea,” Kylin replied. She picked up her glass of whiskey and finished it off. 

That earned her a sigh from Gen and a confused look from Jeffrey. She ignored both.

The silence washed over them again while Jeffrey finished his smoke. He tossed the butt in the yard with hers as he stood.

“Well, ladies, I have enjoyed your company, but I am going to hit the hay” He said smoothly, holding both his hands out for each of the girls to take one. He kissed them both, gave a small bow, and retreated back inside the house.

“Jay sent me out here, you know. Didn’t like the way Jeff was ‘looking’ at you.” Gen said, making sarcastic quotation marks with her fingers with a laugh. 

Kylin smirked and shook her head. Of course her brother was being his usual over protective self. 

“So is this the real last time?” Gen asked gently, after a few moments. 

“Yep,” Kylin replied, popping the ‘p’ sound. She dug around in her pocket and found her pack of cigarettes. She lit one and took a drag and then offered it to Gen.

“Good.” Gen nodded simply and brought the smoke to her lips. One of the best things about being best friends with Gen and Dani was that they all knew what the other person was feeling and needing without the use of words.

“Come on, chick,” Gen said suddenly as she grasped Kylin by the thigh and hoisted herself up. She turned and grabbed Ky by the hand and pulled her up with her, “Let’s go take shots until we black out.” 

“Sounds perfect,” Kylin laughed as she threw her arm over Gen’s shoulders and let her guide them inside. 

And black out they did. 

[mosinterlude]

━━ DON'T DATE MY BROTHER! ✦ i wanna do better(you didn't wanna hurt me?).

suggested tracks. all because i liked a boy sabrina carpenter. unsaid emily the cast of jatp. that funny feeling either version. not allowed tv girl warnings: mentions of fights, trauma, we’re getting there guys

It had been days since Y/N and Konon had last talked. Y/N was slightly upset that she had gone behind their back and argued with Riki about them instead of going to them about it. Konon was still upset that Y/N had blown her off to hang out with Olivia and Hannah(Y/N was HER best friend, why would they blow her off for them?) after saying she didn’t wanna talk. Tensions were high in the apartment, and it was like a ghost town. Y/N wasn’t there though. They were sitting at the bottom of the slide at an abandoned children’s park. After two hours of unsuccessful song writing, Riki had insisted they get away for a while. They sat at the bottom of the slide, watching Riki grab each handle of the monkey bars, and it was a wonder his feet didn’t touch the ground once with how tall he was. They giggled when he leaped down and struck a pose. He grinned wide, running over to them and pulling them on their feet. He led them to the swings, leaping on one and swinging back and forth.

“So, feeling inspired?” They asked, using their feet to push them off. He pouted, shaking his head and looking down. They tried not to laugh at how silly and cute he looked, nodding. “Hey! Songwriting is not easy, it’s not gonna come to you easily.” He looked over at them with a ‘oh really’ expression on his face.

“That’s easy for you to say! You have two full songbooks and the third one is getting there!” They laughed, a real genuine laugh from the pit of their stomach.

“Yeah, and half those songs i will never publish; You know why?” They asked, and he shook his head, stopping to look at them again. “Because the lyrics don’t make sense, or they're stupid and cringey, or it’s unfinished or a million other reasons why. I wrote half of them down as a way to rant in a place I had no outlet in, and the other half are just plain bad.” He bursted out laughed, and they grinned in return. “All i’m saying is this; You have a cool story to tell. And maybe you don’t wanna tell that story with this song, but you could use it as inspiration.”

“Inspiration?” Riki repeated, standing up, and walking in front of them. They stopped swinging, using her feet to ground themself. Their eyes met, and they couldn’t look away.

“Inspiration is all around you. You can write about dancing, you can write about being an idol, you can write about your family,” They paused for a second before pushing on. “You could write about your sister.” He kissed his teeth, crossing his arms and looking away. They grimaced. “Or, write about someone you liked or like.” They suggested standing up. He looked at them again.

“Someone i like?” He repeated it like they weren’t being clear. They nodded. “Hm…”

✿ * 𓈀 synopsis :: Being Park Jimin's younger sister comes with pros and cons. Cons, Park Y/N will never experience a true day of peace in her life. Pros, they were able to became friend's with other idol's sisters, and even though they became friends because of their brothers, they stayed friends because they all fit together, like pieces of a puzzle. Only thing? Don't fall for anyone's brother. Easy enough, until Y/N exposes her two year crush on Nishimura Konon's brother, Nishimura Riki. Not just to Konon though, half the world.

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