#just do it sue me you coward

[chronicowboy]

but when i tried to love him i loved at the wrong time

this is a two for one spec inspired by this post and my long lost love trapped dads

any complaints about this fic can and should be directed to @evankinard who bullied me into writing this for her after i ruined her day with a single dm. love you bby <3

Eddie breaks apart a little the moment Buck disappears from view, lets himself feel the wound in his side as an excuse not to feel the big unwieldy thing unfolding in his chest like a colonising panic. He hadn't wanted to leave him, not after half an hour trapped in that smoky room clinging to each other to ground themselves in the reality they were trapped in, but Buck had made several stubborn and convincing arguments about Christopher before announcing he wouldn't move if Eddie didn't. Eddie had tried, had tried to get Buck out first, Buck who had just found happiness with—with Tommy, Buck who has always deserved to live. But Hen and Chim had come in with the clinical wisdom of paramedics and said a rebar through the abdomen was always going to take priority over a fractured leg.

Now, Eddie is rolled out of a collapsing building, leaving behind Buck—a bird with a broken wing, incapable of moving.

God, the noises Buck had made when he'd dragged himself over to Eddie's side. They'll be haunting him for years, for whatever lifetime he has left. Worse somehow than the first time with an entire engine on top of him. Except this time, Eddie couldn't hold his hand. Not now, but not before either because... Because that was someone else's job now. And like a laugh from the universe, Tommy appears just as Eddie reaches down to put the brakes on the gurney before Hen and Chim can get him into the ambulance.

"Kinard?" Bobby greets him with a grim-faced nod. "What are you doing here?"

"Heard you might need an assist from air support." He shrugs, but the breathlessness in the voice and the way his eyes keep jumping around the gathered 118 like he's only counting the one man not there reveals his nonchalance as the act it is. "Thought I'd swing by."

"Isn't that a conflict of interest?" Chimney asks.

"Fine, so I stole a helicopter again. Sue me for wanting to offer a hand." Tommy's face draws as soon as he stops speaking, and he glances back at the building waiting to swallow Eddie's heart whole. "How is he?"

"Holding in there," Eddie answers, voice tight enough to have Tommy really seeing him for the first time. "Think his bad leg is fractured."

"Shit," Tommy hisses, clenching his fists at his side.

"Yeah," Eddie breathes out. "Can't get himself out because of it. I wouldn't have left him, but—"

"He insisted," Tommy says, something entirely too knowing in his voice and his eyes. Eddie swallows thickly.

"And, well..." He gestures weakly to the rebar in his side, Buck's undershirt, now soaked through with Eddie's blood, wrapped around it as a makeshift bandage.

"Shit, Diaz." Tommy grimaces. "Shouldn't you be getting to the hospital?"

"He's refusing care until Buck is out too," Hen deadpans, pressing a new pad of gauze to his wound a little too firmly for it not to be intentional. Eddie just grits his teeth.

"Of course he is," Tommy murmurs. Eddie is too much of a coward to face up to whatever expression is on Tommy's face when he says it, so instead he focuses on the Incident Commander approaching Bobby.

"Site's been deemed too unstable," he announces. "No more personnel are to enter until we've found a way to stabilise it."

"My..." Bobby calms himself when his voice comes out in a growl. "My man is in there."

"And sending another man in there would be a suicide mission." The Incident Commander grimaces apologetically. "Sorry, Captain. That's an order."

Bobby turns his gaze back to the building, something so tightly drawn in him that it makes Eddie hurt all the worse. He knows without a shadow of a doubt what Bobby's thinking. He can't lose another son to a burning building.

And here, maybe this would be where Eddie runs back into the building and drags Buck out all on his own, maybe this would be where he finally gets to repay the favour for the gravel burn on his back, maybe this is where he'd get to redeem himself from the helplessness he'd felt just lowering Buck down to the ground. Except. There's a rebar in his side. Even with the adrenaline, even with the love... Eddie doesn't think he'd make it three steps before falling to his knees—a prayer in and of itself.

Instead, Eddie turns to look at Tommy. Tommy who is already looking at him, something determined and understanding and loving trapped behind the wildness of his eyes. A beat passes between them, silence saying more than they ever could.

"Bring him back to—" Me. But. Not to me.

Because that's not Eddie's place anymore. Eddie doesn't get to ask that of Buck's boyfriend. Eddie doesn't get to ask that at all. He's no longer the person that will be shaking Buck's pain pills into his hand and fetching him a bottle of water. He's no longer the person that will be wrapping Buck's cast in a bin bag for a shower and listening to him lament about the indignity of it. He's no longer the person that will be pulling Buck out of bed on his worst days to remind him that he's real and valued and loved. No, that's not his job anymore. But, fuck, Tommy's the only better man for the job.

"Bring him back to us," Eddie tells him then, and it feels like he's finally let go of the baton in the relay race, sure Tommy's got a hold of it now. And Tommy looks as wrongfooted by this as Eddie feels, but he nods anyway and grabs Eddie's discarded helmet from his lap, strapping it on.

"Kinard, no one goes in," Bobby warns him. "That's an order."

"You're not my captain anymore." Tommy only smiles and shrugs before sprinting towards the doors.

Bobby curses, but there's relief in it. Hen and Chim just watch him go with something hopeful on their faces. And Eddie. Eddie's eyes start to droop.

"Hey, hey, Eddie." Chim snaps his fingers in front of his face, jolting Eddie back into semi-consciousness.

"Eddie, we need to get you to a hospital," Hen says calmly, reaching for the brakes.

"Move me an inch and I rip this rebar out of my side," he says lowly.

"Jesus, anyone ever tell you you're a drama queen?" Chim huffs.

"Yeah." Eddie chokes on his next breath a little. "The man trapped in that building."

A solemn silence settles over them then. They redirect their attention to the doors Tommy had disappeared into, and Hen lays a grounding hand on his shoulder as they wait.

It's not long before Tommy comes stumbling out of the building, looking every bit the action hero Eddie has never gotten to be for Buck what with his soot-stained face and Buck himself slung over his shoulder, splinted leg bouncing against his sternum. Hen and Bobby spring into action immediately, racing to meet them. Chim just unlocks Eddie's gurney and loads him into the ambulance, raising him up just enough to catch a perfect view of Tommy lowering Buck onto his own stretcher with a kiss to his forehead. The ambulance doors close, Chim knocks twice, the sirens begin to whine, and they lurch into motion.

"Did you draw the drama queen straw?" Eddie asks to distract himself from the tenderness of Tommy's kiss.

"Higher ups are a little more serious about conflicts of interest now Buck is officially my brother-in-law," Chim mumbles as he works on getting Eddie's IV in. "But also I'm better acquainted with rebars than Hen, so..."

Eddie huffs a weak laugh as his eyes drift to the ceiling, the clean white of it stinging his eyes.

"Chim?"

"Yeah?"

"Tomorrow isn't promised to anyone, right?" he chokes out. He doesn't take his eyes off the ceiling, but the sudden silence in the ambulance is as deafening as the siren overhead.

"No," Chim says eventually. "No, it's not."

"But what happens if the person you love..." Here, his voice breaks. An almighty crack right through the middle. It sounds like the building behind them just came crumbling down in his throat. "What happens if someone told them first?" He turns to face Chim's wide eyes. "Should you still tell them?"

"I-I don't know..." Chim opens his mouth a few times, a fish out of water, before he makes a decision. He takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. "But what I do know is." He clears his throat. "If you let a wound like that fester... It'll kill you, Eddie."

"Yeah." Eddie lets his eyes fall shut.

I can feel it already.

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

'Til the Sky Burns

21/12: Sunset & Orgasm Control - Tom Bennett Word Count: 1.9k~ | Warnings: p in v sex, edging, fingering, orgasm control, Tom being a bit of a prick (what's new) A/N: sorry this is kinda similar to the last one oops sue me

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She's quiet, he notes, and fiddling with her hands like she's nervous. Her pumps click rhythmically with each step, the biting, winter cold slipping beneath their clothes. 

Tom is cocky, mean sometimes, but never usually cruel, like he is being now.

But he figures he should make her sweat a bit, wondering why he's acting the twat that he is, while her pretty little head whirs around with possibilities at why he might be angry with her.

Even he can admit to himself, it's a silly reason.

He'd been looking forward to seeing her for weeks. With every letter exchanged, every glance at her photo from the pocket of his uniform, he couldn't wait to touch her again, to breathe in her perfume and feel her warm body against his.

He'd remembered his words to her before left.

"I could stay here, between your pretty thighs, all day love."

She had rolled her eyes, and told him that she was more than willing to let him try.

And after hours of grueling travel, crossing waters and land to see her, the first thing he saw when he stepped off the train to the platform was her talking to someone else.

To the twat down the road no less, who for one couldn't take no for an answer, and secondly, had been discharged from service on bullshit medical grounds, in reality too much of a coward to face real war.

Not that Tom could compare, he'd picked the Navy as a way of distancing himself as much as possible. But he didn't say he was perfect.

He remembered watching her for a good few seconds. It was midday, but she'd made the effort and dressed up all pretty, done her hair, to make herself look good to meet him off the train.

And he had to admit, she did look absolutely gorgeous, just as he'd remembered.

But there was a rancid taste in his mouth left over as he narrowed his eyes at them as they talked. She was clearly uncomfortable, but forced a smile to her face out of sheer politeness. And everytime he reached out to touch her arm, she took a baby step back.

Even that wasn't enough to pull him out of his now foul mood.

She smiled and nodded, grimacing as she stepped away from him and turned suddenly to see Tom, the man she had come to see, a smile lifting to her face in relief.

To be met with Tom's expression, stoic and seething, had her face fall. 

She knew that look well enough.

So he walked with her silently to her flat on the edge of town, the usual few minutes stretching into an eternity. She's stuffed her hands in her pockets, eyes downcast, as if she was wondering what she'd done to upset him but dare not ask yet.

At least until they were in the comfort of her flat.

The warm wall hit Tom as he entered her living room with a deep sigh. Through his annoyance, the familiar smell of her had his chest all tight, but was much too proud to even break his mood.

He shucked his bag onto the floor, bending to sit at the dining table, his hat scrunched tight in one fist.

Tom watched her as she pulled her coat off, able now to see the dress she'd picked. His favourite one of hers. 

It almost made him feel bad, being this much of a twat when he saw how much effort she'd put into looking nice for him so eagerly.

“Tea?” She asks, raising her gaze briefly to him. And when all he gives is a curt nod, she sighs softly and puts the kettle on the stove, lighting the gas and waiting.

Any second now, he thinks, his finger tapping on the wood surface of the table, leg bouncing impatiently.

“Have I done something?” She asks, so quietly and kindly that it nearly, nearly breaks him. Makes him want to rip all her clothes off and let her know who she belongs to, after all his time at sea, the idea is all the more tempting.

His jaw tightens, “Don't know what you mean.”

“I think you do, Tom. You've not said a word to me. Come on, please.”

He sighs. It's a mistake looking at her. She gives him those eyes.

When he stands, she is reminded of his sheer size, his height, the broadness of his shoulders all but accentuated by the boxy uniform he wears. The early afternoon sun pours through the single glazing onto one side of his face, in such an amber glow that one might expect it to be setting already. 

The winter sun looked good on Tom Bennett’s lazy stubble that coated his chiselled jawline.

She swallowed over the lump in her throat as he leaned over her, using his arms either side of her to cage her in against the kitchen counter. His usual mischief in his blue eyes is all but gone, and he bites his lip in annoyance, making the muscle of his jaw twitch.

“You get all nice and dressed up for him, hm?”

Her wide-eyed, terrified expression was too fucking adorable, he nearly let a smirk slip by.

“Who?”

He scoffed quietly, “That prick on the platform you were talking to so eagerly.”

He knew it was a lie, but it was too tempting to tease her. Knowing she’d flounder.

“What on earth are you-”

“Trying to impress him, are ya?” Tom was only human, and at the thought he was flustering her, he grinned.

“Tom, I was just being nice!”

He scoffed, showing his teeth as he smiled, “bit over the top though, wasn't it love?”

“What do you want me to do? Bat away every man who speaks to me?”

“That'd be a start, yeah.”

“See, now you're just being-” she started, but was swiftly interrupted with Tom surging forwards to her, his chest bumping against hers, his lips parting hers with ease and sliding his tongue against hers. 

His motions were quick and calculated, one hand grabbing her waist, while the other worked swiftly to pull the hem of her dress up, his two long, slender fingers stealing between her thighs to feel how aroused she was.

He was pleased at what he found.

“Miss me, did ya?”

He saw her grip on the counter behind her tighten as he teased her through the thin fabric that separated their flesh.

Months and months of separation was pouring out of him into his actions on her.

She shook her head at him with a smile, breathing elevating by the second as his deft fingers slid down the front of her underwear, “you're such a-”

“Hm?” He smirked, sinking two of his fingers into her warm agonisingly slowly, curving upwards towards the top of her walls to massage that spot he knew so well.

He didn't need her to finish the sentence. He knew he was a cheeky bastard.

Tom was never one for soft touches, gentle kisses or words of utter devotion. Usually, anyway. He was much too proud for that. 

He showed his possessiveness over her in many different ways. With a quirk of his lips, the grip of his fingers on her thigh and with incessant and brutal lovemaking.

Time slid by slowly after they'd returned to her flat, all of their actions drunkenly merging into one long moment of heavy breaths and their skin pressing against each other hotly.

Tom was quite impressed he'd managed to stay between her legs for hours, all without giving her the luxury of an orgasm.

It felt cruel doing it. But he was, in his own way, punishing her.

He held his hands against either side of her waist, shallowly pushing his hips against her backside with a lazy, languid pace. Hitting her sweet spot, but at the same time, lacking the intensity for it to really build into anything.

Her curls had fallen into waves with the exertion of the past few hours, and she was tired, her cheeks all flushed both with exhaustion, and all's frustration at being denied what she really wanted.

Her grip was tight on the windowsill in front of her, the winter sun almost touching the horizon.

“Christ, if anyone walked by right now, love.” He smirked, his thumbs sitting in the dimples above her backside, looking down between them at the way his length was slick with her arousal between rapid thrusts.

He nearly lost it when her walls fluttered around him, nearly sending him over the edge as well. The idea of anyone walking by the window, despite being on the first floor, was still exciting.

“Tom, please…” 

“Ah, you'd like that, would ya?” He asked lowly, leaning over her and whispering against the shell of her ear, “who knew you were such a dirty girl, hm?”

He heard and felt the telltale signs she was close again. She inadvertently tightened around him, her breaths coming all quick and her voice strained.

“Tommy…” she whimpered, turning slightly to try and capture his lips, groaning in frustration as he pulled away with a smug smile.

“Stop whinging, now. Sun's not set yet.”

She opened her bleary eyes to the horizon. The sun, annoyingly, had only just touched the skyline. And the repeated feeling of Tom stretching and filling her impossibly was beginning to crest without effort.

She moaned as Tom's full lips parted and bit at her neck, “If he could see you now. Fucking soaked and eager for me.”

Humiliation burned in her blood with every word he said, his pace never faltering even once. She wondered, briefly, how Tom was able to go on this long. But he was pent up and enjoying watching her teeter on the precipice of falling apart.

And it was just too tempting for him to even think about stopping.

Tom glanced up though, and saw the sun was slowly beginning to set, agonisingly slow, and a smirk split across his face.

His hand made its way around her face, gently pulling her face up to the amber glow of the sunset, “come on then, love. Let go for me.”

Tom delighted in the reaction he got from her, her whole body wracked with pleasure. All at once, heat flooded her limbs, making them tremble, and the sheer sound she lets out is enough in itself to make Tom fall apart right after her. 

But it's her tightening around him that gets him in the end.

His face contorts as the pleasure burns in his veins, pulling out of her quickly, his dog tag necklace feels cool to the touch against his bare chest as he breathes, fisting his length and letting a shuddered groan slip as he paints the soft skin of her backside with his release.

If it feels like this for him, having been close to orgasm for hours, he can't imagine how it feels for her.

He pulls her up against his chest, his lips leaving lazy, open-mouthed kisses on her neck as their breaths and hearts slowly return to normal.

“You're not angry?...”, she managed between laboured breaths.

Tom chuckled lightly, his breath running hot over her neck, “Don't fret, love. I was only pulling ya leg.”

She smacked his arm playfully, both of them looking out onto the sky as the setting sun set it alight briefly before the darkness chased it away.

“You're a cheeky bastard, Tom Bennett.” She mused softly, in a way which made it clear she was smiling.

He tightened his arms around her, resting his chin on the crown of her head, “tell me something I don't know, darlin’.”

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[astronomical-bagel]

I wanna hear you talk about chilchuck the most that sure is a guy ever

YAY I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY GUY THANK YOU BELOVED MUTUAL KYSOOT 

(Warning for lots of spoilers from chapter 30 of the manga (right after the red dragon))

Anyways fun fact! The thing that made chilchuck my favorite character was actually when he was trying to convince senshi to lie to the Laios and Marcille in order to get them to turn back and give up on finding falin. I made a whole post about it too, i LOVE cowards. I was reading in my car waiting my twin to get off work and i was screaming my head off the whole time because it was such a good revelation about his character.

And it’s not that i love scared guys (i do, absolutely, but chilchuck doesnt apply here), and its not that i love disloyal people (i also do, but once again, not the point), its the whole character arc where it goes:

1. Once he reaches a limit for how much danger he is willing to be in he will break any moral code of his to keep himself safe. He will lie, he will abandon his friends, whatever, so long as he makes it out alive. 

2. But THEN, he realizes that his want for safety isn’t just for himself, this time. He realizes that he wants his friends to survive as well. (and that he has gotten way more attached than what was in his job description)

(look how fond he is!!!! Look how fond he is!!!!!! Im banging my head on the wall AWUGHH!!!!)

So 3. He is forced to go against his own nature of secrecy and being reserved and has to tell the team outright that he doesn’t want them to die.there is just something sooo *vague waving of hands* about a guy who absolutely hates talking about his feelings being forced to do so auughhhh. And he did it to convince Laios to not be reckless and get himself killed!!!!

That entire chapter had such a good journey through chilchuck’s emotional state. From him beign 100% ready to trick them in order to turn around (even contemplating breaking marcille’s staff!), then reminiscing on the fun or brave moments that theyd just had, then remembering that he was mad at them for being idiots and doubling down on his decision. When talking to that orc woman (Leed), he was trying to convince himself that his actions were justified, not just her. 

And I also quite like the moment when Leed realizes that Chilchuck isn’t angry at the others for putting him in danger, but for putting themselves in danger. Chilchuck didn’t realize this himself yet! Him saying that he wished the others would give up, even when he was removed from the equation, makes Leed realize that he is unselfishly wanting them to turn back so that they would be safe.

And when she points this out, Chilchuck is absolutely gobsmacked and barely even talks for the rest of the trip because he’s too busy thinking over this revelation. Love a guy who keeps to himself being forced to reconcile with the fact that he has actual friends he cares about now. Look at him!! Hes so shocked he doesn't even know what do to with himself !!! I love him!!!

And also, another part i really liked abt this chapter is when chilchuck is trying to convince Laios to go back and he’s like “LISTEN i know you are absolutely terrified for your sister but I have THREE PEOPLE TO WORRY ABOUT AND IM NOT USED TO THAT IM GOING TO VOMIT” its just so silly and endearing to me because he really isn’t used to caring about so many people at once – he’s a reserved guy who has been living alone for multiple years! – and its just so important to me because he’s been forced to acknowledge that he cares about his team so hes like “if you guys put yourself in mORE danger im going to scream and cry and throw up SO YOU BETTER TURN BACK NOW PLEEEAASEE”

Anyways, chapter 30 was so well done and was an absolutely fascinating insight into his character and I was instantly obsessed. There’s a lot of other reasons why I like Chilchuck, but this chapter is the definitive reason why he’s my favorite. (I also just like seeing a guy when he’s terrified, sue me.)

[goodolddumbbanana]

Tw: hate Puppet.

Okay, I will say something that makes Puppet and Eclipse show fans hate me.

The Puppet and Eclipse show has become really bland since Stichwarth arc over.

And I hate how they handle the Eclipse redemption arc now.

Let's talk about Puppet first. I used to love her, but now, all the feelings I have for her are annoying. She just has to touch everything, and force her way on anyone. She is like a Mary Sue, with her backstory and the way people have to do anything she wants, which it really ironically because she is some kinda God.

She said Eclipse is not the same person as he was before (Eclipse v1), but still when Solar died, she yelled and demanded him to find some way to fix or revive Solar.

She crashed in Eclipse's house, and pressed him into pressure to make him help her fix the thing with KC and Evil Puppet.

She stops him from doing what he wanted (getting the heck out of this dimension's craps) and scams him to sign some contracts, making him forcefully stay with her just because Monty and Foxy didn't want to do the show anymore.

I would like Eclipse's redemption arc more, but with the way Puppet literally forced her into making Eclipse redemption, really leave a bad taste in my mouth.

Because it is not by choice, because you have to be forced to redemption. Because you get everything that makes you, hold you dear, what builds you who you are shred off from you all due because people don't like what you are, so they turn and make you into something more easily to work with. You are not learning anything, you are just changing and you just keep this feeling of hopelessness through all this process, because you have never had a choice on the first place. They never like you. They only like the idea of you and what potentially who you can become...

And with Sun... Yeah, I know what you will say. Just another Sun fan who hates the world. So annoying~~~

But truthfully, Sun has been a butt joke of the show since day 1. He has been belittled, talked down, insulted, tortured or worse, ignored. He likes a trashcan that people keep throwing at because it is funny (which it is not)

PUPPET is All Seeing, but she keeps asking Sun to make a choice about... 'Oh well, let's kill your brother Sun, or you can choose not to, but it will make you a horrible person because that man will destroy everything on his road and everyone will get hurt, all because you don't want to do anything about him.'

She created an illusion of choice for Sun and has Foxy and Monty like lab dogs to do her bidding. What is the point of making Sun choose, when it ended up just for Puppet to do whatever hell she liked?

(Sun pointed that out too on the show, and ironically, people hated Sun for that because it makes him a coward.)

And then, she literally abandoned her son (Freddy) without saying goodbye to raise another son (FC) the one who seemingly she cares more than the one she abandoned.

And even in the newest dimension, I am not talking about Foxy, he just feels like blending with the background now.

Now they have to poke on the biggest hive, Sun and Moon.

I understand what Eclipse comes from, because well, he is always a piece of crap with Sun, but Puppet and Francis and literally anyone else? With the way Sunrise does not want to help and cooperate with Moondrop?

Even with the people outside the universe?

They all think Sun is a problem, or this Sunrise is a problem. Because guess what?

Sure Eclipse can be a misunderstood piss boy. Sure whatever horrible original Moon did can be taken as it is because of his Killcode, and Moon is just a baby who didn't do anything wrong.

But Sun... Sun... Sun needs to do everything right, or else he will be a selfish, cowardly, annoying, idiot...

Because you are just freshly born and you have this thing which is always making you in pain and you have no control or way to stop it. Because all the staff are assholes and these are freshly new friends (Puppet, Eclipse and Francis) keeps asking about the thing that causes you pain since day one and forces you and criticizes you about why you don't cooperate with it, why you don't be nicer with it like it is really easy for them to say. Because you can't control anything even your body, and now they want you to do it, for something that supposedly making your life a torture everyday, leading you even afraid of darkness or wanting to walk outside?

Fat chance. They don't understand, and you don't need them too. Because guess what, it is you the one who deals with consequences of that thing, not them.

I admit this Sunrise is selfish, because like I said before, it is not everyone this easily to forgive like our Sun.

But the way people belittled him (Puppet, Francis,...), forced him to change into Moon model, and express the disappointment when Sunrise doesn't like Moondrop?

Really reminds me of Eclipse v1.

They can sympathise with Eclipse, Eclipse can even sympathise and help Moondrop, but come to Sunrise? No...

Sunrise to Eclipse is just a dense parasite, Sunrise to Puppet and Francis are just a selfish brat.

And it is so sad, because I know where Eclipse comes from, he is just bitter and shit even though he is the one who is wrong but Puppet and Francis? I expect better from them.

And outside the show, this really makes people think it is what Sun, our Sun is like from day 1.

Which it didn't. Sun never knows about Moon's appearance, when Moon comes out, Moon is so angry that he literally tortured and made Sun's life into a living hell for a year. And Sun always wants a brother, Sun asks for a share and guess what Moon says: haha no.

It took Moon a long time to learn that Sun does not deserve to be tortured into his thick head. And When eclipse makes friends with Earth, I'm kinda uncomfortable but agree because this is not Eclipse v1.

But then he hopped into the new dimension and immediately inflected his trauma on Sun like Eclipse v1 used too? And with Puppet helps like she is Lunar v2? Haha, I hate that show now so much.

And this time, Eclipse is not even that hot. And Sun, has no one to rely on, which leaves the situation with a really bad taste.

Hope they do not make this Sunrise and antagonist, or puss over, else I would be very mad.

[hallasimss]

Niamh Ó Dálaigh (they/them, 26), Head of the Internal Audit Department for @kashisun's Simblr Office. their resting bitch face is to scare your ass so you don't commit fraud under their watch tyvm

— half Afro-Indo-Guyanese (mother) half Irish (father) — grew up just outside of Dublin. the accent is thick — Hozier's album dropped on Friday and they've already booked an appointment with their tattoo artist to get the Gaeilge verse from De Selby (Part 1) printed on their shoulderblade — is fluent and will curse you out in Gaeilge, English, Guyanese Creole and Aili Gaili if you provoke them. do not provoke them — the next time someone mispronounces their first name as 'nee-AHM' instead of 'NEEV' despite having been corrected beforehand they're going to commit acts of unspeakable violence. lack of Anglicization is not an excuse break free from the colonizer mindset — calling them 'Ni/Nee' for short is a criminal offense and also grounds for acts of unspeakable violence — studied business and accounting in university. almost chose law but decided against it at the last minute — plays cláirseach and steel pan in their free time. watches @rainymoodlet's Kiss Me in Komorebi religiously on the weekends. have placed bets on the contestants. they won't say which ones — once sang the entirety of Humors of Whiskey + The Rattling Bog at double speed while drunk. that was also part of a bet — best friends with @browntrait's Jesminder Bheeda. has a chapter in her upcoming cookbook dedicated to them. cameos on the blog sometimes. helped name the baby but if you ask for details before they're actually born it's an automatic audit for the nerve alone — 6'4", mainly leg, still wears heels most days. doors in the building were previously adjusted for @crsentfairy's Aesir Dhillon so it's a walk in the park where height's concerned — yes they have a boyfriend, apologies to those asking. yes there is a rumor that their ex also works at the company. yes said ex does not come within a 5 floor radius otherwise HR will be hearing the complaints — why would you drink coffee when cocoa tea Irish breakfast tea and strong masala chai exist. not necessarily in that order per say but. that being said if there is none available they're taking the coffee black no sweetener. the only time you use sweetener is in caife Gaelach anywhere else you're a f*cking coward — broke a man's nose outside a pub after he catcalled them. he didn't sue bc they threatened to break his nose again after surgery if he tried. the surgery cost a pretty penny btw — you hear any noise from their office that's just them playing the Ram-Leela soundtrack on loop since it came back to Spotify after how many godforsaken years. you hear any noise in between that then those are the ads. they don't pay for Premium that's a corporate scam — leaves work on time if there are no ongoing audits. they do not subscribe to the culture of the Grind — they're the one who passed on the budget discrepancies under @vhsmage's Hamda Farrah to the higher-ups. final report came with a note to add her perfume as a separate category by itself. as far as company gossip goes there hasn't been a problem in that regard since — goes down to Guyana at least once a year to visit with extended family. usually times it around Carnival, Holi or Diwali. will take PTO for all three. do not attempt to contact them once it is turned in, that will gain you an automatic audit on their return

[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness XX /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: What can I say at this point? It’s all out war….

Word Count: 1,8K

Notes: Yep, Y/N’s speech was taken from Theseus speech from the movie Immortals, sue me

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The extent of Hybern’s army was terrifying, thousands of men gathered to kill whoever dared to stand in their way. But as Y/N watched their troops, blue, golden, orange, black and yellow, all the armies from seven High Lords, she knew they had a chance.

Vivianne, the soon to be High Lady of Winter, held the human girl, Briar, in her arms. Evanore was around them, petting and talking to the white bears the army had. The atmosphere felt almost peaceful as they got ready for the battle.

It took two days to transport the whole army, going directly against Hybern. They had moved again, and they all came to the conclusion that Hybern was clearly postponing the battle, after all, he couldn’t get what Nesta took from the cauldron back, and now that she had more control over her power, he was probably scared of what she could do.

And now, they were ready to face that army, a few kilometres from where they originally planned to meet them. The witches have been draining power from the earth for a few hours, and the army was resting until it was time to face each other.

This time, Rune and the others would join, healing would have to wait, as all the force was necessary in that battlefield. They had also transported any human near the battle to Adriata where princess Cresseida was taking care of them.

Feyre and Amren had a plan to stop the cauldron and the army, needing to get close enough to touch it. And they’re also getting ready to release Bryaxis on that army. She hasn’t seen Feyre in a while. But she had checked on Elain, she was still afraid but wasn’t hurt.

The inner circle reunited, exchanging their comforting words to each other, some prayed to the mother, the witches kept to themselves but Y/N held her sword, in front of the NightFall.

“I am one of you, I share your blood and I share your fear.” The female yelled, her voice reaching the quiet soldiers. “But to run now, we offer our souls and the souls of the innocent to a terrible darkness.” One by one, the soldiers from her army started to hit their shields with their swords, the music echoing through the camp. Until every one who held a shield joined.

“We must stand and fight, their numbers count for nothing in that battlefield.” More chanting. “They are cowards, they hide behind their masks, they bleed like you and I.” She yelled even louder. Azriel watched with pride filling his senses as his mate encouraged the whole army. “Listen to me! Stand your ground! Fight for your honour!” The swords slammed against the shield. “Fight for the man beside you! Fight for those who bore you! Fight for your children! Fight for your future! Fight for your name! Survive!”

With her sword pointed to the army who gathered near the beach, waiting for the bloodbath, she yelled one more time.

“Let us write history with Hybern’s blood.” The soldiers behind her roared their fury, and they marched to the war.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Battle happened everywhere, metal clashing against metal, the sounds of man dying filled her senses, so overwhelming and bone chilling, but she swallowed any trace of fear, going on her killing spree.

Bryaxis had just joined, the endless shadow passed by her, hummed in greetings to her. She could see Azriel in the skies, Rhysand’s power in huge waves, everyone who had magic in their blood used how they could.

The witches formed a unity, walking together, using both magic and their weapons to kill. Eris was behind Evanore, his eyes tracking her every move, Y/N felt her heart swell with happiness, she didn’t have to worry about her.

Her magic flared in strikes, men falling to the ground whenever they touched it. The necklace kept shining between her breasts, indicating that Azriel was alright. And when she couldn’t reach with magic, her sword was finding its target.

Everything was happening so fast, the three figures, The Bone Craver, Bryaxis and The Weaver killed hundreds in their path, the soldiers from Hybern were slowly being erased from the earth.

Trumpets sounded somewhere to the north, and Y/N watched from in between the commotion, three more armies joined, a green one from Spring Court, another orange one, Beron walked with more soldiers, Eris’s brothers mounting horses from in between the army, fire blazed and something exploded. The third army was made from humans.

The ash poison was burning in blue flames, giving them an advantage since now they didn’t have more poison to use, Y/N roared in excitement as she beheaded a male in front of her.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Too tired, she felt too tired, her muscles burned, she wanted to stop, but she couldn’t. Blood soaked her hair and clothes.

She heard someone screaming for Cassian, she saw him flying to where Nesta stood at the top of the hill. And where he was mere seconds ago, the soldiers that stayed, were erased from the skies, as the King used the cauldron. The next shot was closer to his army than hers, and she concluded that he didn’t care about his soldiers, sacrificing them to get what he needed.

It was then that another trumpet sounded, and this time she was sure it didn’t belong to them. Azriel landed by her side, her shadows protecting them from anyone who tried to get close.

“They have a fucking armada. I saw Tarquin going there but there’s no way he can get rid of them alone.” He warned.

“Fuck!” Y/N cursed, and he felt someone approaching them. His eyes landed on the blonde male from the Bloody Moon ritual, the one who had upset her.

“Look at what we have here, the bastard and his bitch.” Luther spat. “I was looking for you.” He pointed at her.

“This is going to be good.” Azriel smilled.

Y/N stepped out of the shadows removing her helmet and retrieving them, she wanted to kill him with her pure force, not with her magic. She assumed a fighting instance, discarding her sword and going for a dagger instead.

“Hopefully your uncle is waiting for you in hell.” The male lunged for her, she spun to the side, getting out of the way, the sword cut the air, and she kicked him. His swords clashed against her dagger, and he punched her nose, blood pouring out of it.

“How does it feel?” She asked. “To always be beneath me? Never being able to be better than me, even if you tried so fucking hard.” He aimed for her once more, and she dodged, sweat ran down her forehead as she kept dodging and punching him sometimes.

They were both bloodied and panting. “Having to see everyone choose me, over and over again? Knowing you would never be good enough and that your name didn’t matter.” Luther screamed in fury. “That I earned my position and that a simple female will always be better than you.”

Luther descended his sword upon her, she rolled on the ground, quickly getting to her feet and impaling him with her dagger. Blood poured from his mouth. She held his shoulder, her eyes boring into his as life slowly faded from his body.

“It’s a shame that you chose this, we would be really good friends.” The male groaned and she let him fall. Turning to Azriel, he pulled her close to him.

“It’s okay now.” He reassured her, handing her the helmet and saying his goodbye, flying back to the battle.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

“The people from our court can see better in the dark, one of the perks of being born in the shadows.” Azriel thought, finding her again after twenty minutes apart. Her words ringed in his head, clear as the bright sky above his head. The plan formed in his mind and something in his chest told him that she would understand without the need of communications. So he did.

His wings flapped faster, making him go higher in the sky, so high that he could almost touch the sun, his syphons glowed, a bright cobalt light coming from them as his shadows moved in awe, waiting for what he was about to do. He knew where she was, and with all his power singing in his veins, his shadows descending upon the earth, engulfing her and at least 20 soldiers from Hybern that were surrounding her. The last thing he saw was the smirk on her face as the shadows covered their bodies until they disappeared in the black mist.

She felt them before she saw them, her sword hitting another one, as she defended herself, from the corner of her eyes, she saw the black shadows behind her, eager to get to her, brushing her face in between her helmet as they formed a dome around her and the enemy’s soldiers. She blinked, her eyes easily adjusting to the dark, she was quick to end with the man she was already in a fight with, while the others walked around in the dark, trying to see something.

They stumbled around blindly wandering, not being able to leave the mist wall that surrounded them. She smirked, walking around, her feet silent as she walked on the soft grass, the first, she cut his abdomen open with her sword, the armour they were using not that effective against the weapon that the witches had blessed, her blade screeched as she dragged it against the metal, cutting through it like butter, the man screamed in agony, the blood splashing on her own armour, the others assumed a defensive stance, not knowing where to aim or what to expect.

She ran, silent as a ghost, all the soldier could feel was the slightly change in the wind and the whistle of her sword, the weapon sharp, cutting through the air and the flesh of one of the soldiers, his head flying away as she already got ready to defend the blind blows they tried to land, their bodies bumped into each other, the metal cackling as they did so. She pierced the skull of one of them, with her dagger while her sword pierced the chest of another.

One by one, they fell, their blood running down her armour was the only resemblance of that they were even alive someday, she walked out of the shadows, the mist dissipating behind her, the blood pooled around the bodies, their horrid expressions marred their faces forever as she walked away. Azriel knew she could do it, but he couldn’t help the pride that filled his chest as he saw her walking out, blood covering her from head to toe, she looked in his direction. And that was when she felt it.

The bond snapping into place.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Tagging: @allison-rosewood-maximoff @devilsfoodcake22 @fieldofdaisiies @valeridarkness @brekkershadowsinger @margssstuff @patdsinner33 @justdreamstars

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift (Part II)

GUILTY AS SIN?

I hadn't heard it in a while.

My boredom's bone deep.

This cage was once just fine.

Am I allowed to cry?

I dream of cracking locks.

Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox.

I'm seeing visions.

Am I bad, or mad, or wise?

What if he's written "Mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

Oh, what a way to die.

I keep recalling things we never did.

Without ever touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin?

There's no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk.

We've already done it in my head.

Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly.

I choose you and me, religiously.

WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?

You don’t get to tell me about sad.

If you wanted me dead you should’ve just said.

Nothing makes me feel more alive.

Who’s afraid of little old me?

You don’t get to tell me you feel bad.

Is it a wonder I broke?

Let’s hear one morе joke.

Then we could all just laugh until I cry.

I was tame, I was gentle till the circus life made me mean.

Don’t you worry folks, we took out all her teeth.

So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?

Say they didn’t do it to hurt me, but what if they did?

I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me.

You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

All you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs.

I’m always drunk on my own tears, isn’t that what they all said?

I’ll sue you if you step on my lawn.

I’m fearsome, and I’m wretched and I’m wrong.

Put narcotics into all of my songs and that’s why you’re still singing along.

You lured me and you hurt me and you taught me.

You caged me and then you called me crazy.

I am what I am 'cause you trained me.

I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY I CAN)

The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town.

The jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loud.

God, help her.

I told them he's my man

I can fix him, no, really, I can.

The dopamine races through his brain on a six-lane Texas highway.

His hands so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face.

I could see it from a mile away.

A perfect case for my certain skill set.

He had a halo of the highest gradе.

He just hadn't met me yеt.

Good boy, that's right.

Come close.

I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all mine.

Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.

LOML

Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames?

We were just kids, babe.

I don't mind, it takes time.

I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed.

I felt a glow like this, never before and never since.

If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary.

You said I'm the love of your life.

You took me to hell too.

A con man sells a fool a "get love quick" scheme.

I felt a hole like this, never before and ever since.

What we thought was for all time was momentary.

Mr. Steal-Your-Girl, then make her cry.

You shit-talked me under the table.

I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all.

It was legendary.

It was momentary.

It was unnecessary.

Should've let it stay buried.

What a valiant roar.

What a bland goodbye.

The coward claimed he was a lion.

I'm combing through the braids of lies.

Our field of dreams engulfed in fire.

I'll still see until I die.

You're the loss of my life.

I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

I can read your mind.

She's having the time of her life.

I can show you lies.

I'm a real tough kid.

I can handle my shit.

They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it" And I did.

Lights, camera, bitch, smile.

He said he'd love me all his life.

All the piеces of me shatterеd as the crowd was chanting "More".

I was grinnin' like I'm winnin'.

I can do it with a broken heart.

I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day.

I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.

I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art.

You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

I can hold my breath.

I've been doing it since he left.

I keep finding his things in drawers.

I didn't imagine the whole thing.

'Cause I'm miserable and nobody even knows.

THE SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED

Was any of it true?

Who the fuck was that guy?.

Now you know what it feels like

I don't even want you back.

I don't miss what we had.

Could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived?

You didn't measure up in any measurе of a man

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

Were you writing a book?

Were you a sleeper cell spy?

In fifty years will all this be declassified?

You'll confess why you did it and I'll say, "Good riddance".

It wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

I would've died for your sins, instead I just died inside.

You deserve prison, but you won't get time.

You said normal girls were "boring", but you were gone by the morning.

You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing.

You are what you did.

I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive.

THE ALCHEMY

This happens once every few lifetimes.

These chemicals hit me like white wine.

What if I told you I'm back?

The hospital was a drag.

Worst sleep that I ever had.

I circled you on a map.

I haven't come around in so long.

I'm coming back so strong.

Ditch the clowns, get the crown.

Baby, I'm the one to be.

The sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me.

Honestly, who are we to fight thе alchemy?.

Hey, you, what if I told you we'rе cool?

That child's play back in school is forgiven under my rule.

I'm making a comeback to where I belong

We've been on a winning streak.

There was no chance trying to be the greatest in the league.

He just comes, running over to me.

CLARA BOW

All your life, did you know, you'd be picked like a rose?

I'm not trying to exaggerate, but I think I might die if it happened to me.

No one in my small town thought I'd see the lights of Manhattan.

This town is fake but you're the real thing.

Take the glory, give everything.

Promise to be dazzling.

The crowd goes wild at her fingertips.

No one in my small town thought I'd meet these suits in LA.

You're the real queen.

You're the new god we're worshipping.

Beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours demanding more.

Only when your girlish glow flickers just so.

It's hell on earth to be heavenly.

Them's the brakes, they don't come gently.

You've got edge, she never did.

The future's bright, dazzling.

[stellaluna33]

As someone who might be on the ace spectrum myself (I'm still not sure, I don't like labels, but a lot of the descriptions people give ring true to me), I LOVE the idea that Jess might also be on the ace spectrum. Especially since we don't see him with ANYONE besides Shane and Rory. And even with Shane, he's so PASSIVE. I'm trying to remember if he even has an adventurous past before he comes to Stars Hollow, or if people (*coughLorelaicough*) just assume that he does because of how he looks. As someone who is (and I don't mean to brag but) often checked out by others, just because you're attractive doesn't mean you are attracted to others. And just because you can play the game doesn't mean you feel the feelings.

Like, I can write romance and smut convincingly and I've never been in love OR wanted to have sex with someone. But I've read a lot and watched a lot and listened to a lot, and we all know that Jess is even MORE pop culture savvy than the majority of people. Of course he can play the part. It's easy. It doesn't mean it's real.

I dunno, I just wanted you to know that I LOVE this headcanon, whether it's serious for you or not, and it's probably gonna change the way I see him (for the better). 💜

Thank you. 🥺 I really appreciate you saying this. And don't let me be a coward and try to pull back from this, because while I DO think the idea has comedic potential, I do also think about it seriously. I'm not MARRIED to the idea (haha), as I kind of hold it in tandem with several other possible readings of the character, but I do think it's both believable and very interesting!

We actually don't know ANYTHING about Jess's past, besides that Liz said he was "staying out late and getting in trouble" or something, and that he knows how to tap a keg. That's IT! And none of that tells us anything about any sexual history or lack thereof! And obviously, that doesn't mean he WASN'T doing anything... but it doesn't mean that he WAS either. Anything is possible and people can imagine whatever they want, is what I'm saying. So yeah... I do think that people (including Lorelai) only assume he has experience because of how he looks (and because he appears to have, uh, good "technique." Haha! But, um, some people are just naturals at picking that up and paying attention to people's reactions). And exactly as you said, "just because you're attractive doesn't mean you are attracted to others." Look at Marilyn Monroe, for example (actually, funnily enough, one of the people who got me thinking about this).

And while I personally think it's entirely likely that he HAS had at least some experience, like you said, that doesn't say anything about how he felt about it. I mean, Paris has canonically had more enthusiastically sexual relationships with men than Jess has had with ANYONE, and yet a lot of people still think it's perfectly believable that she's a lesbian... So I don't see how this is different?

To be clear, I DO think he felt EVERYTHING for and with Rory. But I think it's entirely possible that that was the first time he'd ever really WANTED someone before. I think maybe he doesn't feel it very often, but very intensely when he does. But again, this is just a headcanon. I don't find it morally superior to other people's headcanons, so there's no reason to feel threatened by it. But do I think it's believable? Yeah! Do I think it's interesting? Yeah, I do! I think it's a FASCINATING possibility! DO I also think the idea of him never feeling for anyone else what he felt for Rory is kind of romantic too? YEAH! I DO! Sue me!!! He is a fictional character and I am having fun with this! Other people are free to imagine him differently!

Anyway, it makes me so happy that this has resonated with you and it means so much to me that you would share your thoughts and experiences with me. Thank you so much. 🥺🖤

[existingonanotherplane]

René draw their faces the same challenge (y’all, click to get better quality)

This sucked!

That was an understatement, Mike hated this with a passion. Here he is with his “best friend” arguing in the goddamn basement because of a painting Will decided he needed to lie about. It should be a simple thing to fix but things have been going horribly and Mike is finding it harder and harder to hold himself together. He shouldn’t take it out on anyone, he doesn’t want to but sometimes his mouth is faster than his brain. 

Will is saying something about feeling like he had to lie and that they should just drop it, its just a stupid painting. And if Mike had been listening better then maybe he wouldn’t be reacting as he does. Maybe he’d realize that him and Will had just been feeling a little lost . But all he hears is the fact that Will had just called his artwork stupid and condensed everything that came with it into something small and meaningless. Which hurts so bad in a way Mike can’t even comprehend. Salt in the wound that is the gaping hole from Will lying to him.

“Bullshit, Will! That’s not fair and you know it!” Because even if Will had had a good reason to  lie to him, that doesn’t mean it's right. They never lied to each other. Things kept changing but that wasn’t supposed to be one of them and UGH-

He HATES this!! He hates it. 

Will has been responding to him tenfold with whatever he decides to dish out like its been pent up inside of him this whole time. And to be fair, Will had apologized over and over by now. Probably too many times even and Mike thinks that maybe he should drop it. They could be doing other things. Better things. Like actually hanging out or to a lesser extent, figuring things out with the upside down. He should be celebrating having his friend back. But whenever he gets the thought, everything just hits him all over again at the fact that Will had even lied in the first place. It felt like his heart had been put through a shredder and then sewn back together all wrong. Forced to continue functioning even if it hurts.

Will scoffs pushing back, “Not fair? What’s not fair is being blamed for something I didn’t do!” 

And okay so maybe he has a point there, he hadn’t actually been the one to mess things up with El. Mike was just mad and uncomfortable and hurt. Too much was happening too fast and the world is ending on top of that and his best friend is lying to him. 

Will derails his train of thought, again. 

“I’m sorry for lying! For- for using El’s name,’ he says this part quietly, and Mike watches as the guilt overpowers his anger for a few seconds, “ but, Betrayal?? Really, Mike?” 

Alright, he can admit (to himself not to Will) that maybe, that word is a little dramatic but he lied. Will looked him in the eye and lied!! That’s a pretty big fucking deal. And that’s enough to get him back going again. 

“Lying was the betrayal, Will!!” He feels his voice shake and he wonders how words can make you feel so god damn tired. 

“Friends. Don’t. Lie. Do you even care about that anymore??” Part of him thinks that maybe Will does still care but it clearly not enough cause he still lied, right to his face, disguised it as his sister for some stupid reason, and lied. Maybe he was afraid. 

…

But Will’s not a coward, he’s not a coward. 

“What!- of course I care, Mike!” A flash of something runs across his friend’s(?) face and Mike feels his fingertips buzz.

“Maybe…” and Mike snaps back to reality as Will pauses, some of the fire leaving his eyes. 

“Maybe I didn’t think we were friends anymore-“ 

…

“W-what-” why would he think that, why would he think that. 

“You acted like I was some- some creep or- something that you met on the street.” The fire lights itself again in Will’s eyes as he gets frustrated again and he feels his fingers tingle again. He clenched his fist. 

The hell is this? 

“Sue me if I didn’t think my words held any weight to you anymore.” 

This is wrong, this is so so wrong. A silence blankets the room the only thing cracking through being the taps of rain hitting the house that he can just barely make out in the cover of the basement. Why would Will think that? There’s no way things have gotten that bad. 

… 

Sometimes it did feel that bad though, thinking back all that time he spent in this basement once the Byers left. How it had felt like a hole was in him and a weight was sitting heavy in his chest all at once. Those months had felt like some of the hardest times in his life, maybe second to when Will went missing. Only made worse by the inability to even reach Will because of the stupid phone always being busy. He probably should’ve sent more letters. 

Maybe it had sucked just as bad for Will too. He watches as Will bends over slightly, hiding, and shoulders shaking. Tears hit the carpet beneath them and Mike feels like his heart is shattering.

If he’s being really truly honest with himself, maybe he gets why Will lied. He hadn’t been the nicest honestly. But having to accept that they’d hurt each other in any kinda of way. When it didn’t used to be like this.Promising to go crazy together and everything.It was hard. It’s easier to deny it. 

…Will doesn’t deserve that though. 

“Will-“ his name slips through his thoughts but he can’t find himself mad at it. Will snaps himself back up, movements jerky. The tears still run down his face but he’s angry and Mike feels himself pull towards Will. The tingle taking over his whole body. 

His eyes lock with Wills’ and he pauses in his movements. They’re doing that thing again where it’s like they talk but no words come out and Mike can’t help himself feel some relief because at least that hadn’t changed. 

The tears still tumble down Will’s cheeks but his face slips into something more crestfallen than angry and Mike knows he looks the same as he watches Will’s eye flit around his face eventually tracing a tear that makes its way down Mike’s face. 

He’s really crying right now, Jesus. 

Will sniffles, and looks away after a moment but Mike isn’t done cause there’s just no way he’s going to sit here and let his best friend think they aren’t fucking friends anymore. What the hell- 

He pulls him into a tight hug, and feels like the stars have aligned or something incredibly cheesy but very real feeling has happened. Will is a little caught off guard but he leans heavy against Mike, arms snaking they’re way around and he feels the tingles grow tenfold as it happens.  

“I’m sorry.”

And Mike isn’t surprised when he hears them both say it at the same time. The spot where Will is squished into him warming as he speaks into it . Mikes feeling kinda shitty right now but something almost giddy like flutters in him at the feeling. He burrows himself deeper into Will, hunched over but warm. Nose pressed into the crook of Will’s neck and Mike doesn’t know what he was thinking depriving himself of this when he was in Cali. 

They stay there for a minute just soaking in finally being on the same page before he feels Will tug back gently. And Mike has to shove down a pout at the loss of contact. Will doesn’t step away though ;much to mikes happiness. So he supposes it’s okay and allows his hand to linger around the back of Will’s neck. 

Will holds his arms in his own remnant of their hug and he looks him in the eye. Something bubbles in his chest at the sight. 

“You’re my best friend, Will.” He says, a new type of light dancing in Will’s eyes. 

“And- and I love you, okay? Your words will always matter.” 

A whole flurry of emotions flitter across Will’s face before he settles on something fond.  Mike wipes a few of the tears off of him. 

‘I love you too’ his eyes say, at least that’s what Mike thinks.He could be wrong but Will is looking away and mumbling a soft “I love you too”, shy. And okay so what if Mike is smiling a little too hard now. Sue him! Being told I love you feels nice! 

Will looks back at him, face definitely more red, a sweet look in his eye and Mike heart sings a song he thinks only Will has ever made it sing. 

 “Thanks Mike” 

He thinks he should say ‘I love you’  every time he looks at Will if that means his best friend is gonna look like that every time. 

It’s what his Will deserves and maybe it also makes him feel a little nice too but, so what! He thinks he’s allowed that.  

A smile graces his own face,

“‘course” he says easily and Will is smiling a little brighter too. The tears finally subsiding. 

Mike throws an arm around Will’s shoulder, pulling him closer into him. 

“No more lying though, cool?” 

And he can practically hear the eye roll Will does but he doesn’t miss the fondness in his tone when he lets out a

 “heh- Very cool.” 

Thank goodness.

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Edit: i dont know why but i giuess the post is a little broken. I’ll be posting on AO3 so I’ll fix it but for now ill try to figure something out. Thanks for reading C:

There’s also just general chapter edits.

Anyways

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Next part >>>

[johaerys-writes]

WIP Wednesday

It's that time of the week! Now that I'm back from vacations I've been working on the next chapter of you're a walking disaster and yet-, which is very close to being finished (but augh, the heartbreak):

“So this is how it’s going to be now? You’ll just sit there by yourself and not talk to anybody?”

Patroclus glances up at Achilles, his humble lunch of bread and cheese forgotten in his hands. The sun blinds him and hurts his eyes. Achilles is glaring at him, arms folded before his chest. His eyes are hard and his jaw is set, a muscle playing at his temple. 

“Not anybody,” Patroclus says. “Just you.” 

“Well, too fucking bad, you’re talking to me right now. So just give up the act, okay? It isn’t funny anymore.”

Patroclus' anger flares hot. The fucking mouth on him. “Get out of my face, Achilles.” 

Achilles tsks, planting his feet even more firmly on the ground. “What did I even say to you, huh? What did I say? I just said—”

Patroclus doesn’t wait to hear the rest of it. He shoves his lunch back in his bag and gets up. Recess will be over soon anyway, he doesn’t have time for this pointless conversation. 

Achilles catches his arm. 

“Why are you being like this?” he asks, his voice hard, but Patroclus thinks he can detect a sharp and desperate edge there. “I told you I didn’t mean it like that. If you’d stayed for just one minute…” 

The words peter out into nothingness. When Patroclus doesn’t turn around to look at him, he lets out a shaky sigh. “Pat, come on,” he whispers. “Please.” 

This is the moment, Patroclus thinks. The moment to take the hair tie off his wrist and toss it at his feet, to trample it in the dust for good measure, to pay him back with the same coin. It would be so good if he could do that. It would only be fair. It would make him feel so much better about… all of this.  

The moment the thought crosses his mind, he knows it for the lie it is. He can’t do it. Can’t find it in his heart to cross that line. Maybe he’s just a coward deep down, soft and weak like his father always told him, but he doesn’t want to hurt Achilles, not even in retaliation. Whatever twisted fantasy he had of doing that tastes bitter now that he’s near him. Hurting him would only hurt Patroclus more. And deep down he knows that even though Achilles didn’t keep his promise, Patroclus is still so desperate to hold onto his own. So desperate for this, for him, that it shames him. 

“I have to go,” he mutters, before he can lose his nerve. He slips free of Achilles’ grasp and hurries back to the classroom, with minutes until the end of recess to spare. 

Tagging forth to @baejax-the-great @juliafied @vimlos @pinkfadespirit @elveny @mogwaei @figsandphiltatos @mary-aries @pikapeppa @midnightprelude @annalyia @gloriesunsung @darlingpoppet @darlingsart @elemmacil @peggy-sue-reads-a-book @crunchyncrumbly @sketchass @cosmicvoidance and anyone else who would like to share a snippet of their work, art or fic! (No pressure as always of course, this is just me saying hi 😁)

[rhearipleysragdoll]

If you want me to be completely honest, I've never been a big fan of the Rhea and Dom pairing. Sue me 🤷 but like, it's just not interesting. I get the whole deadbeat dad thing and how she took him away from it, but Liv and Rhea have always been a more interesting relationship imo. Obviously I don't think WWE is gonna do it, bc they're certified cowards, but a girl can dream chat 🙁

[hail-ey-m]

кαтѕυкι вαкυgσυ—ιη¢σяяє¢т qυσтєѕ

Relationship: up to reader

!!TW: A good bit of cursing (it’s Bakugou what’d you expect) mentions alcohol, mentions murder for satirical purposes!!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Y/n: What is your biggest weakness?

Bakugou: I can be uncooperative.

Y/n: Okay, can you give me an example?

Bakugou: No.

Y/n: That’s one of my biggest fears. Like, if I ever woke up as a donut...

Bakugou: You would eat yourself?

Y/n: I wouldn’t even question it.

Y/n: Hey Bakugou can I get a sip of your water?

Bakugou: It's not water.

Y/n: Vodka, I like your style!

Bakugou: It's vinegar.

Y/n: Wh-Wha-

Bakugou: It's vinegar, COWARD.

Y/n: Top 30 reasons why Bakugou is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Bakugou: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

Bakugou: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Y/n: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Bakugou: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Y/n: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Bakugou: No! Four to five seconds!

Y/n: Too late!!!

Y/n: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.

Bakugou: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

Y/n: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming

Bakugou: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

*Y/n and Bakugou skipping stones on lake*

Y/n: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Bakugou, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

Bakugou: You're right.

Y/n: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Bakugou: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Bakugou: I prevented a murder today.

Y/n: Really? How’d you do that?

Bakugou: self control.

Bakugou: So what’s for dinner?

Y/n, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.

Bakugou: You love me, right, Y/n?

Y/n: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Y/n: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY]

Bakugou: What's that?

Y/n: Remorse code.

Bakugou: I'm even angrier now.

Bakugou: I'm 'the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans', what does that mean?

Y/n: It means you were second worst thing to happen to those orphans.

Bakugou: but what’s the first worst thing?

*Awkward pause*

Y/n: Bakugou, they...they weren’t always orphans.

Bakugou:

Y/n: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

Bakugou: Stop romanticizing the past.

Y/n: Am I in trouble?

Bakugou: Take a guess.

Y/n: No?

Bakugou: Take another guess.

Y/n, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day!

Bakugou: I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar,

Bakugou: Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?!

Y/n, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS

Bakugou: ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?!

Bakugou: YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND

Y/n, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ

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© 2023 Shiggy | All Rights Reserved | No portion of this work may be used or adapted in any way without the author's explicit consent.

[fullstcp]

'The Good Witch' by Maisie Peters Sentence Starters

THE GOOD WITCH

"Did you think I forgot about you?"

"Let's call this the calm before the storm comes rushing through."

"It's Armageddon."

"Still argue like my mother and suppress stuff like my dad."

"Still miss you, but I know now it'll pass."

"I will try forgiveness, but I will not forget."

"Am I better yet?"

COMING OF AGE

"Was it a love affair or just a lot of late nights?"

"If it was a first kiss, how come it felt like a snake bite?"

"I wish I would've seen it sooner."

"I wasn't your cliché."

"This is my coming of age."

"Baby, I am the Iliad, of course you couldn't read me."

"I'll leave you behind, but that don't mean it's easy."

"You stole my love and I paid."

"But you couldn't keep what you couldn't tame."

"I let you butcher my big heart."

"It's my song and my stage."

WATCH

"Nobody actually happy and healthy has ever felt so desperate to prove it."

"It looked like a film Michael Cera would act in."

"It felt like a face slap."

"I fought it but I saw it and it sawed me right in half."

"You still get to me, but I still let you."

"You got every single thing you want. And I just watch."

"I know that I should know better."

"I just keep looking back at you."

"I saw you and your girlfriend."

"Sure, I don't know she's your girlfriend."

"Well, fucking sue me cause at least then we could talk."

"Now you're living the goddamn dream."

"You broke my heart and my self esteem for a girl/guy who's a remix of me."

BODY BETTER

"I was good to you."

"Did I just not do it for you, superficially?"

"You were it for me."

"It was nothing I did and nothing I said."

"And I know I gave you all of myself, one hundred percent."

"Loving you was easy, that's why it hurts now."

"The worst way to love somebody is to watch them love somebody else and it work out."

"Do you love her/him/them?"

"If you love her/him/them, was I just an idea you liked?"

"I don't know how I still can't make it make any sense."

"I thought it would be us for life."

"Will you tell me just one more lie?"

WANT YOU BACK

"I was the DJ and the darling of your passenger side."

"I know it didn't last."

"What was cheap to you, to me, was all I had."

"The issue is, I know all of this and I still want you back."

"If you told me what would happen, I think I would've begged."

"So you got to be a coward and I salvaged a little self-respect."

"I'd be yours again tomorrow if you wanna."

"I still want you back."

THE BAND AND I

"He said he'd make a move and then he went with 'Excuse me?'."

"It was letting go of everything but you."

"If we're living the dream, I hope we never wake up."

"It was breaking down, it was falling in love."

"It was magic, babe, pure and strong."

"It was a far-flung wish when we were young."

YOU'RE JUST A BOY (AND I'M KINDA THE MAN)

"I take in clowns like a one-woman circus."

"You're kinda awful, but you're not awful on purpose."

"Don't you know that you're losing this?"

"I'm on a one-way trip to take over the world."

"What's a girl/boy gonna do when she's/he's in love with you?"

"It's sad and it's true and I'm in love with you."

"You were my best friend."

"I'm not gonna wait, now I know better than that."

"Goodbye from your biggest fan."

"Goodbye from the bigger man."

LOST THE BREAKUP

"I know you remember."

"I'm the best thing that almost happened to you."

"I'm the greatest love that you wasted."

"You got two types: country and western."

"Wow, hey, it's been forever."

"Do you wanna get a drink, like together?"

"I'm kinda busy but, like, stay in touch."

"Oh, shit I won the breakup."

"You lost the breakup."

WENDY

"You're laughin' like a kid."

"You're calling like the future then you're closed up like a fist."

"Lost my page when you kissed me."

"She/he almost loses her/his way cause she/he follows him/her after one look."

"I know the girl/guy that you want and it scares me."

"Behind every lost boy/girl, there's always a Wendy."

"You're evasive on the phone until you're sorry on the floor."

"I'm throwing you a bone because you want me and you're sure."

"If I'm not careful, I'll wake up and we'll be married."

RUN

"I've heard some things that I will leave unrepeated."

"If a man says that he wants you in his life forever, run."

"He/she likes a promise if he/she don't have to keep it."

"He/she hates a sentence when he/she has to mean it."

TWO WEEKS AGO

"I wish it was two weeks ago."

"I wish we kissed when we first wanted."

"When we said goodbye, wish I hadn't let go."

"I loved you, babe, but I bet you knew that."

"Knew you loved me, babe, when you told me that."

"I was happier than I'd ever known."

"That last kiss, couldn't look at you. But I wish I did."

"I was yours so fast."

"God, I loved you, babe, did I tell you that?"

BSC

"We don't speak cause it's too tricky."

"But if I'm tricky, why'd you kiss me?"

"It's funny and I'm laughing, baby."

"You think I'm alright. But I'm actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy."

"It kept it in, but it wrecked my organs."

"I'm gonna throw you down the river."

"You made me Little Miss Unstable."

"I can write you out the way I wrote you in."

THERAPY

"When we met, I told you I've been treated carelessly."

"You couldn't have loved a girl/guy any harder than you loved me."

"I'm just talking to your memory."

"I was abandoned, but you swore that you'd be there for me."

"Your touch will last for centuries."

"You gave me the world and you gave me your word."

"It built me like a promise until it broke me like a curse."

"I knew loving you was letting you leave."

THERE IT GOES

"I'm dating, but just dating for sport."

"I'm doing better, I made it to September."

"I can finally breathe."

"I had to let it go."

"The love we had was eating me whole."

"He/she kissed me right in front of my friends."

"I don't need your light to be lit."

"The way I loved you, I will not be embarrassed of that."

"I just should've known when to quit."

"The loss is yours."

"The universe is shifting and it's all for me."

HISTORY OF MAN

"I couldn't believe it. How you could just stop wanting me."

"She begs him, he says he doesn't understand."

"She loves him more than anyone ever has."

"You didn't even falter."

"You didn't look back once, did you?"

"Given half the chance, I would've made him weaker too."

"You walked out without sweating."

"He stole her youth and promised heaven."

"Women's hearts are lethal weapons."

"You are still my great obsession."

"I beg you and you don't understand."

"I hold on, I try to hold your hand."

"I save you a seat and then you say you wanna stand."

"So you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have."

HOLY REVIVAL

"I swore that I'd be a non-bullshit tolerating kind of girl/guy."

"No getting attached to men you can't have."

"Last year, I had to focus on survival."

"My ex was a bitter man, middle child."

"Now I'm in my holy revival."

"I have two friends. I listen to them like the bible."

"That is really not important."

"It's about what he represents."

"Which is me getting obsessed by someone fundamentally wrong for me."

"I'm not doing it again."

"It's just me and myself."

"You're just kinda dumb."

"I'm just kinda done."

"No telling the truth."

YOKO

"Funny, you know, you were the whole wide world."

"You fell for the moment so you lied to the girl/guy."

"I gave you option, and you chose wrong."

"I meant, "Don't go." It came out as "Goodbye"."

"You said, "Fine." When you should've said, "We could try"."

"Now we're seeing other people."

"Thought you knew how I felt, now I doubt it."

"We should've talked it out when it happened."

"I couldn't talk to you."

"You misunderstood the secret."

"The universe doesn't always come through."

"Sometimes you can't be the hero and tell the truth."

"And you misunderstood me leaving as something I wanted. I didn't want it at all."

"You should've put me above those people you didn't even know."

"You have a phone, you should've called."

"You misunderstood a lot of things."

"You misunderstood me too."

THE SONG

"I'm older now but I still don't really know things."

"I thought that we were forever and ever, I guess I was wrong."

"You were the one and now you're not."

"I'm gonna fall out of love by the end of the song."

"I could reach out but it's your turn and it's your shit."

"I've been trying peace and love and telling the truth."

"I got drunk, told everyone that I broke up with you."

"I was obsessed but I was young."

"You were my whole life once."

GUY ON A HORSE

"I hear you talking over me, like, is that smart?"

"You'll be lonely in your fifties."

"I tried to be nice but I can't keep it in anymore."

"I think you wanna start a war."

TRUTH IS

"He's/she's just something you regret."

"He's/she's not a savior or the best you'll ever get."

"Time will heal, but I'll always be a little bit broke."

"You weren't love but I think I confused it."

"All I ever did was care."

"I'll never get back months of my life."

"Did I give you any reason?"

"Did I love you?"

"Did you think that I deserved it?"

THE LAST ONE

"I'll always see great heights in you."

"I'll be the last one in your corner when the count's done."

"I'm still your number one fan."

"After the crowd's gone, I'll be the last one."

[t-0ne25]

“I’m drowning in the night.” — Option B2.2: Moonstone

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

You’ve been wearing the orange moonstone around your neck for a week straight now, your subconsciousness knowing quite well who it reminds you of. When you were still working at your old company, Jeongin used to have one of them on his desk, for some spiritual meaning. You haven’t stopped thinking about him since then—no, screw that, you haven’t stopped thinking about him since you for whatever reason voted him out of the show.

You dearly regret it now, you’ve thought about messaging him these past seven days but, first, you’re a coward, second, you’d feel bad for reaching out after getting rid of him in Red Lights.

In order to distract yourself a little from all the mess—mainly consisting of the troubles of finding a good lawyer to sue Han Productions—you dress up a bit, wanting to head to a pub later. Hopefully, you’ll manage to get your mind off of all things disturbing you.

Once you’re ready, you step out of your room and enter the hallway of your shared apartment. Your roommate spots you, taking a look at your outfit. 

“Are you going out?”

Things between you and Hyunjin are still tense but he tries his best to make up for the things he did.

You nod, “Yeah, I won’t be out for too long.”

“Have fun and take care,” your roommate tells you with a soft smile.

A little while later, you find yourself inside a new pub that just opened. You put your coat away, until you take one of the few empty seats right at the bar, sinking down on the soft cushion. It’s pretty dark but cosy inside, the huge ceiling light looks a bit like the moon at night. Out of reflex, you grab your necklace, placing the gemstone between two of your fingers.

“Is that an orange moonstone?” a very familiar voice asks you.

Great. It isn’t enough that you’re constantly thinking about Jeongin, now he’s already appearing in your mind, tricking you to believe he’s actually here.

“Earth to Y/N,” he says again.

That’s enough. You sigh, before you bring your gaze up to the source of the voice.

And there he is. Yang Jeongin. He’s wearing a black leather jacket, he bleached a few strands of his hair and has a lip piercing now. He looks a little different, although you can’t deny that he’s even hotter than before now.

“Innie, hi… new style? I like it,” you say.

He chuckles, “Yeah, wanted to try something new. You look pretty too, especially with the moonstone around your neck.”

You’d look even prettier if I exchanged the jewellery with my fingers, he wants to speak out loud but decides against doing so.

“Thank you,” you shyly reply, before trying to get the attention of the bartender.

“Nah, let me get that,” Jeongin says, before he speaks to the employee. “Could we have two more somaeks?”

When the beverages arrive, Jeongin pays for the drinks and hands you one of the glasses. They clink together, before you guide yours to your mouth and take a generous sip.

“How have you been? Who did you choose in the end?” Jeongin breaks the ice then, finally.

“Good, good. I didn’t choose anyone. I quit during the finale.”

His eyes widen, “How come?”

“It… just got a lot, how fucked up the show is and all. I didn’t want to give them a happy ending, you know? And despite that… I felt like I voted out the man I actually wanted to be with, so…”

Jeongin clicks his tongue, knowing exactly what you’re trying to say, “Hm, I see. You’re only realising now, huh?”

“No… I’ve known all along. I was too much of a coward, I guess,” you admit.

“So, what do you want from me?”

“Maybe… go on dates together, make out, have sex. Possibly in that order, you know, to not rush things and all that,” you explain.

“Hm, I told you I’m a gentleman, right?”

You clearly remember when he said that, half-jokingly, after being knuckles deep inside your cunt.

“Y-Yeah, I know,” you shyly reply.

“Alright, let’s give it a try then.”

You get into a deep conversation a little after, forgetting about time. You’ve switched to alcohol-free drinks some hours ago, just enjoying being together again. You have a lot to catch up on. At some point it turns a little more flirty and steamy. Jeongin has gotten a lot closer, one of his hands placed on your thigh, wandering upwards, dangerously close to the hem of your dress.

“Regarding your offer,” Jeongin suddenly starts, a smirk decorating his pretty face.

“Yeah, Innie?”

The cute nickname has always gotten the best of him—the same is happening now, he feels his heart skip a beat at the sound of it.

“How about you take me out on that date tomorrow and until then, we skip all the other parts and do what we wanted to do since we spotted each other here?”

You know exactly what he’s referring to, his gaze has been drifting to your mouth for what feels like half an hour now.

“Good idea, Innie.”

You’re the one to crash your lips into his, as he immediately gives in. He scoots even closer, not caring at all that you’re in a public place—after all, this has never stopped but rather encouraged the two of you. His tongue enters your mouth, dancing together with your own, as he slips his hand under your skirt. Jeongin is careful and painfully slow with his movements, mostly just to tease you. After all, you deserve that a little.

He disconnects his lips from yours, all suddenly, earning a whine from you, “You know… when we were on that golfing date, I promised to finish what I started.”

“How about we find a more quiet place then, hm?”

A few minutes later, you’re inside the spacious bathroom of the pub, sitting on top of the counter. Jeongin is standing right between your legs, eagerly kissing you as if he needs you to breathe, as if you’re his oxygen.

You’re parting his thighs further, when his hand wanders underneath. Your former colleague brushes over your panties with his fingertips, realising you’re already absolutely drenched—only because of him. On top of that, the sweet little moans spilling from your mouth prove your eagerness just as much.

That’s why he decides to slide down your ruined underwear, stuffing it into the backpocket of his jeans. You stare at him, waiting impatiently, as he fumbles with his belt. Jeongin pulls down his pants and boxers at once, freeing his erection.

“Innie… I need you raw, please,” you whimper, when he gets closer to you.

“You sure about that, babe?”

You nod, “I’m on the pill.”

Jeongin teases your clit with the tip of his cock, smearing his own and your precum all over it.

“Please, fuck me,” you tell him while your big eyes are still looking at him, unable to wait any longer.

“Nothing I’d love to do more than that,” he chuckles, before he pushes his length inside.

He takes his time with you, letting you get adjusted to his size and used to the feeling. Jeongin would have loved to eat you out, prepare you a little more for him, but with how eager you begged him to fuck you, he decided to do this next time or just after this round.

“This time, scream as loud as you can… I want everyone inside the pub to know that you belong to me, yeah?”

He opts for a steady pace at the beginning, keeping you close when he holds your hips with one hand, his other one getting placed on the surface of the counter. Moans spill from your lips, when he continues pounding into you, your wet warm walls sucking his cock into you, as if this is meant to be.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he lets out, changing the angle a little.

“And you feel so good inside me, Innie,” you reply, before reaching for his hand.

You bring two of his fingers to your clit, letting him play with you.

“Shit– I’m fucking close,” you whimper, letting your head fall back in pleasure.

“Yeah, baby? Then go on, how about you be good for me and cum all over my cock, huh?”

You do exactly as you’re told, as if Jeongin just flipped a switch on you, when you cream all over his dick. Your legs start shaking and your walls are tightening even more around him. At the last second, you slide your dress up further, while Jeongin pulls out of you and shoots his seeds all over your lower stomach and pussy.

He’s fast to grab some paper towels in order to get the both of you cleaned. After adjusting your hair and outfit, you turn around to him again.

Jeongin puts a gentle kiss to your lips, “Let me bring you home, yeah? It’s already quite dark and late.”

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Daredevil: Cutting Edge Quote Starters 2

quotes taken from the Marvel novel, Daredevil: The Cutting Edge (1999) by Madeleine E. Robins // adjust pronouns and lines as needed.

I'm just a business woman, I don't need the trouble...

I don't want to cause trouble. Maybe you could ask your patrons to cooperate?

Why do the bad guys go to the same bar?

Anyone got anything they want to share with the class?

Are you just a discipline problem in the making, or do you have something useful to contribute?

Naughty, naughty.

Look, I'm not in here looking for you, so why don't you just stop being an idiot.

Keep those ears to the ground.

You never know when Imight take it into my head to come back again.

No breakage, this time. They're learning.

No one knows anything! Least of all me!

That, I'll never believe. You always have the latest word.

A little judicious flattery can work wonders.

He's got no gig, he's a flipping wild card.

You're all flipping wild cards. That's partof your charm.

You'd think you and your playmates would be all over yourselves trying to help.

I don't like lawyers!

He gets like you out of jail after guys like me have put them away.

Call any hour of the day or night.

Don't throw the card away, I'll know.

Bad move, bringing this into my neighborhood.

You don't get to hurt one of my people and walk away.

Wherever you are, whoever you are, this ends.

It's hard to tell over the phone.

Don't worry, I have a lot of practice finding chairs.

Your face, are you okay?

This? I walked into a door. Nothing to worry about.

Okay, hero, play brave, competent, [disabled] person.

What's going on here? Keep your mind on the problms at hand.

That would be none of his business, now, wouldn't it?

I suppose the supply of peetty criminals has to come from somewhere.

If I get distracted by this now, it won't help anyone.

The smell is killing us, I can imagine what it's doing to you.

Nah, just stands to reason. Besides, you told me so yesterday.

The paint fumes are eating my brain cells. D'you think I have case if I sue?

Geez, most big-money people think that, but they won't say it out loud ⸺

It's hardly likely she'd be an humanitarian.

That guy is a piece of work, you're going to love this!

Oh, I already do, but make me love him more.

He sounds like the kind of guy who pulled the wings off butterflies and tortured puppy dogs.

Basically, your overprivileged sociopath.

I wasn't always the polished gem you see now.

He has the business ethics of a piranha.

Judiciously applied, the business ethics of a piranha can be very useful.

Time to use my power for good.

Make it good, boyo.

Hey, we're working on it.

In other words, hurry up and forget it!

Yer just jealous 'cause the department didn't issue you any tights!

Look, you cannot say or think anything nastier about those S.O.B.s than I have myself but that's not constuctive.

If you like it hot, but I gotta say, man, you oughtta use a little caution.

Could'a been a flippin' army on your tail, man, and you'd'a never known it 'til it was too late.

I'm touched by your concern, but I promise you I'm well armed.

It wouldn'ta done you any good for me to get taken in for questioning.

Nah. Onee of those Irish names. Shee-vahn.

It's frightening to have a madman on the loose.

Well, the only thing to do wwith a bully and a coward is face him straight on!

Now it's time for bed, close your weary eyes and dream of me.

You get to do this every night?

You're a darling, but I'm too tired to argue about it.

In five minutes, I'll be laughing at myself for an hysterical fool, and brushing my teeth and falling into bed.

In this weather? He must be so hot!

This is where I'm going to die.

I have to remember every detail. If I live, I'll tell someone his eyes are blue. If I live.

You have great bone structure.

My job isn't to punish, but, where the hell is he?

Well, look. The neighborhood avenger. Come on, you wanna play?

Can't aim for flesh, connect with the knife, disarm him. Then you can take him out.

Isn't as much fun when you're picking on someone your own size, is it?

Spread the word, sweetheart.

I couldn't... fight him...

You stayed alive, you did the right thing.

Bullies... never give in to... bullies.

You didn't give in, you were very brave.

You did good, remember that.

Oh my, really bad night.

I don't deserve you.

You roll in here looking like someone shot your dog, so I figure I can be self-absorbed and ill-tempered some other morning.

Oh, my god. Oh, god, how badly was she hurt?

It's my fault, I knew it was a mistake, oh my god.

My god, it must have been like waving a red flag at him.

Listen, sweetheart, whatever you did, it's not your fault.

If anyone's to blame, it' me.

She's one of the most arrogant, self-serving, insincere women I've ever met.

Physically, she made me feel like running in circles and baaying at the moon.

Mentally, I wanted to pitch her out the window.

That was the effect she had on me, physically.

Maybe that blow to the head I took the other night?

I've got tickets for Turandot tonight at the Met. Will you be my guest?

Voice-mail. Curse or blessing?

I find I'm old-fashioned enough to prefer talking to a live humaan being.

Old-fashioned is the last word I would apply to you.

Well, maybe old-fashioned in the right ways.

I can't tell you how much I look forward to evening. Seven o'clock.

Hey, counselor. Time to get up. You have places to go and things to do, yes?

Lies. All lies.

I don't think they're ever leaving. I think they like it here.

It's air conditioned, the coffee's free, they get to point and laugh at the poor people trying to work.

[strawberry-sticky-autism]

Awakening

(related to this: https://strawberry-sticky-autism.tumblr.com/post/702678377095675904/before-the-nightmare#notes)

Neko Zombie: "No no no no no no… I don't want… I didn't mean… I never meant… I'M SORRY! MUM! DAD! SIS! COME BACK! DON'T LEAVE ME ALL ALONE!"

Lost Doll: "My doll… My precious dolly… Why… Why can't you let me be happy… Why can't you let me have what I want… WHY MUST YOU TAKE AWAY EVERYTHING I LOVE?!"

Hell's Chef: "I tried so, so hard to escape… I thought I could be better… But now, I can't get their voices out of my head… Why… Why did you have to do this… Why did you have to make me remember…"

Catherine: "Hehe… Oh, I know it hurts. It hurts so much. But it hurt for me too. What's wrong with a bit of revenge? Doesn't matter if you weren't here for it. I just need to take my suffering out on something."

Mummy Dog: "Daddy, why do they hate us? Did we do something wrong?" Mummy Papa: "No… No, we didn't. The world is just awfully cruel sometimes."

Judgement Boy: "Don't look at me like that. I just… I just wanted to help. I never meant to hurt anyone, never meant to offend anyone. I can't help the way I was born…"

Cactus Gunman: "I failed my family… I failed my team… I'm a disgrace."

TV Fish: "Help? I don't need help. Just… Just let me help you."

Public Phone: "I don't really care about consequences or punishments, or anything like that. There's nothing I won't do to catch my pare- anyone's attention. Nothing."

Clock Master: "I'm sorry Maino… I just can't handle things by myself. I'm a failure of a father…" My Son/Maisan: "It's okay father, I love you anyways."

Frog Fortune Teller: "They took everything from me… My husband, my children… What did I do to deserve this…"

Roulette Boy: "Hey! Hey! Look at me! Play with me! Listen to me! C'moooon! …Mama? Papa? …Please don't ignore me."

Mutant Ducks: "It was an accident, we didn't mean it!" "Ple-Please don't sue us! We hardly have any money as is!"

Mirror Man: "Please, you have to believe me! They're a liar! DON'T LEAVE ME WITH THEM!"

Inko & Kinko: "If they don't accept us, then we'll have to find a place that will! Right, silver bell?" "Heh… Yeah, of course, songbird."

Angel/Devil Dog: "No more please… I'll be a good girl… I promise…" "Why are you so mad at me? You're the ones who made me!"

Dead Bodies: "A life well-spent? Heh… Yeah right…"

Judgement Boy Gold: "No… No, stop it… Stop it! Don't call me that! That… That isn't my name! THAT'S NOT MY NAME!"

James: "No… NO! I-I promise I'll be good. Just please… don't hit me anymore…"

Sleepy Sheep: "No… Not again… Just let me have a peaceful sleep, for once…"

Bonsai Kabuki: "Guess I went a bit too far, huh? This is probably why patients' confidentiality is a thing…"

Cactus Girl: "Brother, please come back. I'm not mad, I promise. I just… I just want you back home."

Poor Conductor: "Cadence, why did you have to leave me? Don't you know I'm lost without you? Both of us are…"

Mono Eye Wizard: "I did everything for them. Everything they asked. So then why… Why couldn't they just leave them alone…"

Dr Fritz: "Cathy, I'm so sorry. I was such a coward back then. Let me make it up to you."