#kind of a rant at the end but not really?

[ghstzzn]

roommates for dummies!

pairings: lee heeseung x f!reader, jay park x f!reader, jake sim x f!reader, park sunghoon x f!reader synopsis: desperate to get off of your bestfriends couch, you decide to reply to an ad online in search of a roommate. sure, you were skeptical about living with four men—but if anything, just desperate. it wasn't long before you started to completely regret this decision. however, some things just might be worth the stress and anger.

part two! wc: 7.8k

tags/warnings (chapter specific): SMUT. theres no fivesome happening (sorry..), rough sloppy sex, oral (f.), overstim, squirting, lots and lots of gross vulgar talk, jake tries to be mean dom but he's just desperate, creampie, unprotected sex, degrading, usage of the word slut & whore, nothing makes sense, slightly unedited if there's mistakes then oopsies, chaewon bestie moment, arguing, jayhoon secret gay lovers, slight mxm but it's also nothing at all, jake cums untouched but it's barely mentioned, heeseungs always listening, and they talk about fucking her at the start. every one sucks in this btw. reader likes being a whore. jake has an imaginary bet going on with the other guys. if i missed anyth lmk!

🍊: sorry this is almost two months late. got busy teehee. also, yes this is a series, no it's not a strict timeline or anything. it's just porn with some plot that doesn't work in one part. i kind of hate the intro but enjoy!!! <3

masterlist / part one / part three

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!

roommates were a strange concept. living in a house full of friends, or even your partner, was one thing. but moving in with strangers and entrusting your entire life with them seemed so normal.

although, living with four men was quite uncanny, and a bit scary at first. everyone thought so too. it was no surprise to you that word got around through a small crowd that you were the boys’ new roomie, and of course people thought you were no more than just their fuck toy.

was the wild accusation really that far from the truth?

you never had more than two roommates at a time in your life, but you always categorized them; the friend and the enemy. maybe it was bad luck, but you always ended up stuck living with someone you never quite got along with. the short-lived housing situation with your ex-boyfriend claimed both titles to himself though. 

but now, you sit and wonder where your current roommates fall in these categories. you weren’t exactly friends with any of them. save for when you sit and rant to jake about your day or his best friends or the 2 a.m accidental kitchen meetings with heeseung because the both of you have a nonexistent sleep schedule (for totally opposite reasons.) but you would never consider those enjoyable because he can’t seem to keep things normal. ever.

your status with jay remained awkward. there was a weird tension between the two of you that you wouldn’t call sexual or was it because either of you were shy. maybe it was because he was sunghoons (the enemy) best friend, or the fact that he walked in on sunghoon balls deep inside of you in the shared kitchen and kept nonchalant about it.

the two of you bicker but it ends quickly because you both run out of things to say, and you suppose that's where the sexual tension comes in but you both walk away before it makes its grand appearance.

but oh boy, when sunghoon comes around, jay can’t keep his mouth shut about you. he could go on about how you’re such a bitch and all you do is nag. you wonder if the two get off next to each other as they talk about their supposed shared hatred for you.

heeseung is another good example of an odd relationship. you weren’t his friend, and he surely wasn’t yours but it’s also not like the two of you are constantly out for each other's heads. this could be because he’s high out of his mind half the week or because he locks himself in his room more than half the day.

when the sun disappears, heeseung makes his appearance. 

it’s been a few weeks since your escapade in the kitchen with sunghoon and heeseung. for some sick reason, you thought some pussy would shape them into better roommates— better people. but unfortunately, men will always remain men.

also, to your surprise, nobody told jake.

and jay? he completely forgot it even happened.

“YOU FUCKED HER?” jake screeches loudly from the living room. “both of you?!”

heeseung giggles like a teenage girl, legs swinging as he sits on the counter across from jay, where he slaves away at the stove to make sure his best friends remain fed.

“yeah, yeah.” sunghoon rolls his eyes. “could you be any louder?”

“no?” jake holds a look of distress as he paces back and forth from the living room to the kitchen.

“wait- that was her? on the counter, sunghoon?” jay suddenly asks, holding a large knife in his hand as he recalls the day he walked in on sunghoon fucking you against the kitchen counter.

the taller male hums, returning his attention to his phone. jay smacks his lips and shrugs.

“against the counter?!” 

“dude, shut up!” 

jake slams his hands against the counter top, “i demand details. now.”

“you don’t need to know sh-“

“oh my god, she was so tight.” heeseung cuts his roommate off, “i made sunghoon hold h-“

“you fucked her at the same time?”

heeseung throws the entire roll of paper towels at the brunette haired boy, “stop fucking interrupting! anyways… yes. hoonies a fucking freak, you know.”

“says you,” sunghoon retorts. “day one gooner over here just couldn’t wait to get into her pants. he made me hold her while he got his dick wet.”

“i’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

jay shoots an appalled look at heeseung before turning off the stove. the boys gather around the kitchen island, grabbing portions of food for themselves. the conversation drifting away into something new— video games and sports. man talk.

“wait, so did she like it?” jake speaks up once more about the topic.

sunghoon and heeseung share a smirk before turning to jake, who honestly seemed a little afraid of the two men at the moment.

“oh, that girls a fucking slut.”

it was a surprisingly quiet morning.

you were able to sleep in thanks to the silence in the house, the sound of light rain pattering against your window lulled you back to sleep the first time you woke up.

exiting your attached bathroom, you peel off your shirt and throw on a cuter, more put together, top. you exhale and stretch your arms upwards, rolling out your neck, relieving any tension from the night before.

this is what you needed. a relaxing, tension free day to yourself.

“hey.” 

forget that. of course the incels are still home.

“jesus fucking christ jake!” you jump back and curse at the man who just barged into your room. “i thought i locked that fucking door.”

jake glances at the door knob and shakes his head. 

“okay, then knock next time!”

he shrugs his shoulders and steps further into your room, studying your walls and decorations. “cute room, baby.”

you roll your eyes and follow him with your eyes. “much cuter when there isn’t an obnoxious man inside.”

“heeseung? has he been in here too?”

“what?” you ask, dumbfounded. “no. what do you want?” 

“you let heeseung fuck you?”

all you could do was stare at your roommate. “i can't even get a good morning? not a ‘hey! how’s your morning going!’”

“and sunghoon? you let them both fuck you in the kitchen?!”

you let out a long sigh, running your hands through your hair and sit at the edge of your bed. you couldn’t lie, jake bringing up the entire situation made you heat up a little but you had to keep up a nonchalant act in front of these men to keep their egos from exploding.

“yes, jake. i fucked them both.”

jake lets out a groan— or whine. and you only stare at him with confusion. “whyyy?” he throws his hands over his face dramatically.

“…why did i fuck them or-“

“yeah! why did you fuck them first?”

you blink at him, trying to wrap your head around his absurd curiosity. he’s like a child asking why his sibling got to go outside and play while he was told to stay inside. jake seemed genuinely upset and so curious about it all. it’d all be endearing if the conversation at hand wasn’t about your pussy and who you let use it first.

and here you are, at a loss for words. because why did you?

“well, i-i.. it’s not like i meant to..” jake listens intently to your answer. for the first time, he’s paying attention to you but for the wrong reasons. “it just happened. one minute we were arguing and the next i- well, you know…”

“no, i don’t.” he replies flatly.

you start to speak again but go quiet. what exactly did he want from you now? and why did this somehow feel serious?

“were they good?” jake asks. “did they eat you out? did they pull out? did you even cum?”

“jesus christ jake!” you cut off his rambling. “are you jealous? or like, upset?”

“so.. no?”

you groan and lean back on your arms. this entire conversation was actually starting to piss you off, and you didn’t even know what the point even was. 

“why the fuck do you care? i’m not some thing you can just fuck and use when you please! i mean i have feelings and-“

jake nods, fingers on his chin as he “listens” to you rant to him. he lets out a few hums, faking his responses for you. to him, by doing this, he’s winning brownie points.

“-you all walk all over me and treat me like shit!”

“oh, baby…” jake sighs, stepping closer to you and kneeling down in front of you. your body tenses up as he puts his hands on the mattress, caging you between them. “it must be so difficult knowing no one here bothers hearing you out. i'm so.. sorry. you deserve better, yeah?”

you furrow your eyes at the man kneeling before you, torn between wanting to smack him in the face or thanking him for actually listening. “i… yeah. it���s just not fair.”

“yeah?” he hums. “it’s not, is it? it’s not like you have a choice either… so you just have to put up with it.”

“yea- what?” 

“i wish i could take all your frustration away.” he continues, “i wanna make you feel better— can i make you feel better?”

you scoff at him, pushing him away by his forehead, sending him falling backwards.

“what was that for?”

“did you listen to a single word i fucking said?” you shout at him, blood boiling at his responses. “you are such a prick, jake. i was being vulnerable to you.”

“and i appreciate that you trust me enough to do so! now let me make you feel better in return.” he crawls back between your knees.

“you weren’t even listening— and i don’t trust you!” 

jake feigns an offended expression, holding a hand over his chest. “i was!” 

“then what did i say?” you ask him with crossed arms, awaiting his response as he deeply thinks about your question, but you already know his answer.

“you said.. you said sunghoon pisses you off! or something like that,” you scoff at his response. “please! you’re being difficult.”

“you’re annoying.”

“let me eat you out.” 

“no.”

“come on, please.”

“jake.”

“let loose a little! i already know heeseung didn’t do that much for you, so let me!” he continues to plead. “look, i can make you feel really really good. i’m better than him when it comes to eating pussy— i can make you forget all about them.”

you roll your eyes and scoot further up the bed, it may seem like an attempt to get away from the man but he only persists and follows your movements. “come on, baby. i want you to cum on my face. you don’t have to like me for me to do this.”

“you are seriously an insufferable piece of shit, it’s no wonder you’re best friends with these idiots.” jake smirks at your response, ghosting his hands down your sides to your thighs. he’s absolutely eating up every reaction you give him. you do it all the time, and you’ve done it since you moved in. the way you shyly avoid his gaze and tell him to quit yet you never move away from him.

even when you argue with jake, you blush a deep red and he doesn’t think it’s all from anger. jake thinks it’s quite endearing, actually. all you need is a little love, and a few touches.

and it pisses him off that he wasn’t the first one to fuck you.

like seriously? you hate sunghoon. you hate sunghoon more than the other three boys. since the day you moved in, you and sunghoon would go at it like cats and dogs. he pissed you off to no end with his arrogant attitude and his narcissism. the man was another rich asshole who spoke with a mouthful of silver spoons that didn’t even belong to him.

you fucking hated nepotism.

and though the other three weren’t much better, at least jake could hold a conversation without flexing how many figures his daddy makes in a year. or that his mommy owns the neighborhood you all reside in.

or that his family owns the fucking university you go to and threatens to get you kicked everytime you piss him off.

maybe you do favor jake out of the four. it’s not like you adore the guy in any way, but he was more tolerable than the nepo-baby, the gooner and the… whatever the fuck jay has going on. he was a different breed of asshole.

and though the sentiment isn’t real, jake will gladly sit there and listen to you rant about his own friends. before he found out what happened between you, sunghoon and heeseung, he proudly sang with confidence that his time spent with you would land him a free ticket in your pants.

seriously, how many times does jake have to cover up his horniness as a genuine connection. how many times does he have to flash you his signature smile and playfully flirt with you until you fold?

was he the first to fuck you? no. but jake is sure he’s about to not only make you cum on his tongue, but also his cock and boy is he going to rub it in all of their faces.

but you aren’t stupid.

“get,” you grab his hands and push them off of you, “out.”

“what?”

you roll your eyes and climb out of bed, standing over jake, who was still on his hands and knees. “i said get out. i have plans today and i don’t need any of you foiling them.”

“what the hell?”

-

“why are you so on edge?” 

you look over at chaewon from your position on the couch, previously focused on jay moving around in the kitchen and jake sitting at the island with his face shoved in his nintendo switch.

“it’s too calm here.” you mutter in response. truly, it felt like the calm before the storm. you were currently co-existing with your roommates at a near distance and not a single person was making a rude comment.

granted, chaewon was visiting and it’d be childish to act out in front of a guest. and both jay and jake are on the calmer side of the spectrum when it comes to pissing you off. 

chaewon cocks an eyebrow at you, “do you want the opposite.” 

“no. it’s just weird.”

your best friend hums and nods her head, suddenly scooting closer to you. “so, who was it?”

“what do you mean?”

“girl, who fucked you in the kitchen?” she shoves you playfully and your eyes widen. you glance around to see if the two males heard that and cringe deep down when jay makes eye contact with you.

you sigh and shoot her a glare, “you have such a loud mouth.”

“okay? is it either of them?”

you shake your head, looking around once more. sunghoon and heeseung were home, but either hidden away in their rooms or somewhere else in the house and your friends curiosity won't die down unless she sees them face to face. 

“heeseungs probably in his room,” you start, pausing to think about the other male’s whereabouts. “i’m not sure where sunghoon is.” chaewon groans in response, causing you to roll your eyes and playfully swat at her.

“do either of you want some fruit?” a voice interrupts the two of you.

you slowly turn your head towards jay and blink at him. he doesn’t remove his gaze from you, not even for a second.

“oh, that’s really sweet of you…” chaewon trails off.

“jay.”

a nervous smile takes over her expression and she nods at his short reply, “jay.. yeah, i’ll have some.”

he continues to stare at you, waiting for your response.

“sure.”

every single time you have tried to reach for a piece of fruit, jakes hand is beating you there. the first few times could’ve been mistakes, but now he’s shooting you a smirk when his fingers graze against yours. in any other situation you would’ve found it to be an endearing mistake. but this is jake. it’s not endearing. it’s annoying.

with a roll of your eyes, you bring your hand back to your lap, earning a confused and quite offended look from jake.

chaewon sits silently next to you, nervously biting into a piece of watermelon. the poor girl was too scared to speak over the glares you were sharing with the two men.

you were sure this was apart of some elaborate plan from the two. they have never once offered sliced fruit in your few months of living here, nor have you ever just sat in the living room, bonding, as chaewon put it.

“so, chaewon..” the mentioned girl looks up rather quickly from the same watermelon piece she’s been chewing on for the past few minutes. jake is sprawled out on the lounge chair, playing with a few strands of his hair. “what do you do? like, what’s your major?”

chaewon straightens her posture, setting the slice of watermelon down. she shoots you a quick glance, as if asking for permission to speak. you give her a reassuring smile and she takes a deep breath.

“well…” she trails off, explaining her major and why she’s taking it. jake is staring at you the entire time with one hand running through his hair and the other resting on the crotch of his jeans.

you let out a scoff, slightly louder than intended, gaining everyone’s attention. chaewon raises an eyebrow and a cocky grin spreads across jake's face.

jay looks up from his phone, “that was a little rude, wasn’t it?” as if he were paying attention in the first place.

jake lets out a snicker as the other male keeps his gaze on you. you readjust your sitting position awkwardly and mutter a quick sorry to your best friend, urging her to continue.

“my plan is to be a nurse,” chaewon continues, “i feel as if people don't appreciate nurses as much as they do surgeons or doctors. i just want to help people in more ways than just a scalpel.”

she smiles and looks down at her lap. you’ve always found her so endearing, and you knew her soul was beautiful inside and out.

“wow, that’s really something,” jake responds, clapping his hands together as he leans forward. “you know, jays dad owns a few hospitals, i’m sure he could help you out there.”

“really?” 

jay looks at jake before looking at chaewon, giving her a small nod. “hm, sure. we could get you in as soon as you’re ready. my dad is kind of strict on hiring but i can tweak some things.”

“what’s the catch?” you’re the center of attention once again, but you direct your focus on jay, who’s now sporting a cocky expression as he leans back against the couch.

he tilts his head and throws his arm around the back of the couch, “why would there be a couch? just helping a friend in need.”

“but she’s not your friend, nor is she in need.”

chaewon goes quiet again, looking everywhere except at the two of you. your other roommate is shaking his head as he holds back his own laughter.

“jeez, no need to get jealous. i’d be more than happy to pull some strings for you too.” jake butts in, “look, you made your friend feel bad.”

you turn your head towards chaewon, “hey, i didn’t mean it like that. i just— i mean, i don’t trust them.”

“they are your roommates.” she mutters.

“aw man,” jake cooes. “you should really learn to lighten up. not everyone is out to get you.”

you shoot a glare at him and he throws his hands up in a defensive posture. chaewon darts her eyes around the tense living room, deciding it would probably be best if she left right now.

“i’m gonna get going,” she announces as she stands up, “it’s late.”

“it’s not even seven.”

she ignores jay’s comment and grabs her bag, heading for the front door. you follow her and shoot her an apologetic look before letting the girl out.

“seriously?” you cross your arms as you walk back into the living room.

jake shrugs and leans over for another piece of fruit, popping it in his mouth, “we didn’t do anything except give her a really useful piece of information that could help her further down in life.”

“yeah, right.” you roll your eyes, “i’m not dumb and you guys can't operate without there being a catch.”

“that attitude is going to get you absolutely nowhere,” jay says, “your bitchy tone drove your own friend to leave— not my job offer.”

you scoff at his insult, it wasn’t your fault, what the hell? jays smug expression made you want to hop over the couch and wipe it off yourself.

“seriously though, we were just being nice. a friend of yours is a friend of ours.” jake spread his arms out, motioning between himself and the other male sitting across from him.

“we aren’t friends.”

“ouch, babe.”

you roll your eyes again. you’re sure that one day they’ll get stuck that way. “i’m going to my room.”

as you finish collecting your belongings from the living room, shoving them into your bag, jay speaks up once more.

“you know, i’ve never truly had a problem with you… but today, you really do prove that you’re just a bitch who can’t even tell when someone is truly being kind or not.”

you have two options; throw your entire bag at jay while screaming, or walk off cooly and not let it bother you.

“‘never had a problem with me?’” you quote in the air, “tell that to all the times you and your boyfriend shared snide comments about me to each other.”

“my boyfriend?”

“yeah,” you nod, pushing back your own smirk, “park sunghoon.”

he scoffs at you, looking up from his spot. you can’t even deny how good it feels to be above him, even if it is just your current position. “i know who you’re talking about.”

“oh, well. i’m glad that bit is settled.” you respond with a soft smile, tilting your head ever so slightly to portray the faux ignorance to the true reason he’s upset.

jays jaw clenches and he’s about to say something before jake springs up from his seat with a loud, dramatic sigh. “all you guys do is fight. it never ends.”

“we don’t fight.” you respond with a shake of your head. it was somewhat true– you and jay rarely spoke to each other and only half of your conversations included snarky remarks towards one another. the problem was that jay only spoke up about you when others were around.

jake looks back and forth at the two of you with a bored expression. jays attention is focused on the faux houseplant in the corner of the room, avoiding both of your gazes. 

“jay just likes to talk shit about me when you and the other boys are around because he thinks it’ll impress you,” you continue, “like it’s gonna make you guys worship him and suck his dick.”

“you’re so fucking gross,” jay spits. you give him a sarcastic smile in exchange. 

the shorter male cringes and scoffs, “you are very vulgar sometimes, you know that?”

if it weren’t for the situation, his comment would be funny considering he only let you move in because you were a woman with a seemingly hot voice. except, you refused to give it up for months after moving in, and that pissed jake off. and you wouldn’t be surprised if the others were just as mad you didn’t open your legs for them either.

but before you could respond, jay beat you to it. 

“i really miss the days you would hide in your room.”

you chuckle, “ah, you’d like me in my room wouldn’t you, fucking freak.”

the male rolls his eyes, leaning back in his seat comfortably, “don’t be weird, not everyone wants to fuck you.”

jake shrugs at the response, mumbling a soft “wrong” earning a glare from the other. 

“and what’s that supposed to mean?” you were pushing him. jake was getting antsy at the way you continued to egg jay on. he wishes you’d submit and run to your room so he had the chance to relieve you of your anger and stress.

but you were so god damn full of yourself. and so fucking stubborn. 

“seriously?” jay lets out a dry laugh. you tilt your head, waiting for him to elaborate after a few moments of silence. “i don’t know what you did to get these three so pussy drunk– but it won’t work for me, especially if that’s how you plan to get your way around here.”

“i haven’t fucked her?”

the both of you ignore jakes comment, “pussy drunk? i haven’t done shit.” you respond. “you think you’re so wise using every word to call me a slut but it was your friends that came onto me first.”

“sure,” you squint your eyes at him, confused as fuck. “sunghoon doesn’t even make you pay rent. you walk around here like you fucking own this place– when you don’t and you’ll never come close to living a lifestyle like this.”

you were sure that jay was using this moment as a flex considering he genuinely had nothing to hold against you. bringing up money and work was not surprising at all to you, he’s just doing exactly what his best friend does to you. 

“you love bringing up sunghoon and you try so hard to act just like him,” you respond, voice full of amusement. “you’re so obsessed with the man, is he your sugar daddy? is he fucking you hard and deep, jay? because i don’t understand the big deal about that man.”

jays face crinkles in disgust. “you’re fucking crazy.” 

“i’m sorry you didn’t get first dibs on the pussy that has me living rent free here,” you sigh. “i’m sure another willing girl will waltz in here sooner or later. or maybe go take your dicks frustration out on hoon or one of your guitars he bought you.”

“hoon?”

“i’d come up with a nickname for you too but you missed the chance to fuck me,” you repeat. it’s not even like you wanted to have sex with the man, but he was the one who kept bringing it up. it pissed you off that he pretended to know everything– how he acted as if he were god and beyond superior all because he didn’t stick his dick in you.

jake stands there awkwardly yet very amused. 

“i told you i’d rather die.” jay spits.

“then fucking die, jay, i don’t know what you want me to say.”

jake holds his hands out, “woah, hey guys. no need for death threats!” he waves his hands in front of you both. “we are all friends here!”

“sure, if that’s what you wanna call it.”

“the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you laugh at jay’s quick response, “i’m talking about your relationship with sunghoon.”

“okay! guys, please,” jake pleads, standing between the two of you but only facing you, “let’s chill. ignore him, he’s just trying to piss you off and you know this.”

jay stands up from his chair, mumbling under his breath, “i didn’t even start this shit.” he growls as he walks off, disappearing further into the house. you both hear a door slam in the distance and it takes everything in you to not laugh.

“he’s such a child.”

the shorter male shakes his head, “and you love to fight, don’t you?”

“no? but he fishes for it.” you huff, finally grabbing your bag to travel to your own room, away from the testosterone in the house. jake follows you like a lost dog, and you know it’s because he has nothing better to do so you let him.

he pushes past you into your bedroom and plops down on your bed, spreading his legs and leaning back on his hands. jake watches as you organize your work on your desk, though his eyes are focused on the curve of your ass each time you bend over.

jake feels like he’s suffocating. he’s been sporting a half hard dick since your interaction this morning because he cannot stop thinking about eating you out. sure he can be a bit needy and gross when it comes to getting his dick wet, but he doesn’t think he’s ever been this down bad for somebody knowing his friends got to them first.

it started out as a joke, that he’d be the first to fuck you when letting you move in. he honestly had no plans on making moves on you, nor did the others. but when you got comfortable enough to walk around in your skimpy pajamas and those thin, dainty tank tops you loved to wear, he started to lose his mind.

the amount of times jake has walked into the kitchen to see you sitting on the counter in an oversized shirt, leaving what's under it to his imagination, he’s had to walk out immediately. 

when he would run into you at three in the morning, seeing your half asleep figure in nothing but a tank top and shorts, a strap falling down your shoulder, he’d run back to his room and watch loads of porn to distract himself from you. 

“you feelin’ okay?” jake asks, clearing his throat to avoid a voice crack. he needs to do this smoothly.

you straighten your posture, turning to face him. “honestly, i’m pissed off and all i want to do is relax.”

“lay it on me, baby.”

“it’s just…” you sigh, stepping towards him. “chaewon was over so we could study for our exams next week and i feel like both jay and i ruined it for all of us.”

which is not what he meant whatsoever, but he sits and he listens, nodding as his eyes shut to mask his own frustration, “have you thought about moving out? i’m not asking because i want you to, but…”

jake’s eyes flutter open as he waits for your response. honestly, he’s over talking about all of this. he doesn’t care much for the beef that you have with him or his friends anymore, and he’s certainly over them shit talking about you all day.

“yeah, but i mean i don’t want to leave,” you start with a loud sigh, “i mean, it’s the middle of the year and i can’t get into a dorm, my parents live fifty miles away, and fuck even just a studio is way over my budget.”

“so, what?”

“i need to fucking meditate or something,” you respond, placing a hand on your forehead, “i’m not gonna lie and say i don’t start half of it. i need to be the bigger person here but i have no outlet for my anger.”

jake hums, then pauses. a lightbulb goes off in his head and if you could see inside his mind, you’d see him deviously rubbing his hands together. you let out another sigh and shake your head, “i’ll figure it ou-”

“hear me out.”

“i am not doing this, jake.”

you ought to hear jake out on his ideas more often. sure, it pissed you off that he had only one thing on his mind. but you could feel the anger and tension leaving your body as his tongue flicked against your clit again.

“f-fuck, right there.” you tug his hair upwards and he follows your needy command. his tongue diving through your wetness as if he wanted to drink it all up and his nose bumping against your sensitive bundle of nerves. you’ve always wondered what it’d feel like to have his thick lips attached to your pussy and you’re not at all disappointed by this turn of events.

jake was a god when it came to eating pussy.

suddenly, his words from that morning are flooding back into your mind. you haven’t even come yet and you’re already thinking about the next time you’ll have your roommate between your thighs.

as if on cue, his nose bumps against your clit again and you clench around his tongue, which was buried inside of you. your back arches, forcing your cunt into his mouth as an orgasm washes over your body. jake doesn’t stop either, nor does he slow down. his hands wrap around your thighs and pulls them apart as he nuzzles against your wetness with a grunt.

you have to yank his hair when it all starts to overwhelm you. jake lifts his head up, wearing a surprised look, half of his face drenched in your arousal. “what’s wrong?”

“‘t’s too fucking much, jake.” you breathe out, legs twitching in his hold.

“that’s kind of the point,” he grins widely at you. “feelin’ less frustrated though, right?”

you agree with a whiney hum, in which he responds with a chuckle. “you know how long i’ve had to wait to get you in this position?” you watch as he lifts himself and leans forward. “so long, babe. too long.” jake places a sloppy, wet kiss to your jawline. you can feel your own slick against your skin, he pulls back and places a kiss to your lips, biting softly. “even if the reason is jay, i’ll fucking take it because you taste so fucking good and i’ll sit between these thighs until you’re screaming for me to stop.”

oh. he’s insane about pussy and it makes you throb down below. jake lowers himself once again, placing soft kisses down your stomach before facing your cunt. his eyes flicker to yours before diving in.

you yelp out when he sucks your clit between his lips, legs shaking around his head. 

“louder.”

it’s near impossible to be quiet as he makes out with your cunt, his words only egg you on. you aren’t the only noisy one in the room either. jakes groaning against you, or talking you through it, whether he’s telling you to be louder or asking how it feels.

his fingers prod against your entrance, pushing the tip of the two digits in before out again. he has no plans starting you off slowly, he wants you to feel his own frustration all while taking you out of yours.

“c’mon, baby, don’t you want him to hear?” he cooes, “want him to hear how good i can make you feel… you don’t need them, huh? never did.” he plunges his fingers inside of you, curling them while bringing his mouth back to your clit.

you don’t even know who he’s talking about, it could be jay or it could be sunghoon, but you don’t have time to think over it because the way the tips of his fingers push against the spot inside of you paired with his tongue flattening against the bundle of nerves has your mind completely blanking. 

“mff- yes, god!” you cry out, throwing your head back against your mattress. you lift one of your hands from jakes head and bring it under your shirt to play with your own nipples, pinching and squeezing to add to the pleasure. 

jake takes notice of this and lifts his head for a mere second so he could throw your shirt over your chest, wanting to see you mess with your own tits.

“does it feel that good?”

you nod your head, whining at the way his fingers pump in and out of you, curling and reaching that spot inside of you so well. he can't hide the smile growing on his face as he watches you arch your back into his touch and grope your tits with pleasure.

he leans down, voice low as he mouth plays with your clit, “tell me– tell me how good it feels. i wanna hear you.”

“t-they’re gonna hear,” you manage to respond in between moans.

“let them.”

jake circles his tongue around your clit before softly biting down. the action itself is painful but so good, paired with the fast pacing of his fingers, you’re biting back a scream but he does it again. he wants you loud and unapologetic. fuck, if he could, he’d get you screaming for sunghoon who resides secluded on the other side of the house to hear, better yet, they neighbors. 

because ultimately, he won.

“‘m gonna fucking cum, jake.” you gasp loudly, “d-don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”

you don’t have to tell him twice. in fact, he speeds his fingers up and sucks loudly on your clit, sloppy, messy and loud– how he likes it. your body jolts and you grip his hair tighter as you feel your orgasm approach once more. a loud, choked sob escapes your throat as you cum, squeezing your eyes shut and chanting his name like a mantra. 

jake slurps up your wetness, removing his fingers so he can shove his tongue in your dripping hole, wanting every last drop of your cum down his throat. he was a fucking mess and it was all because of you. 

your thighs close around his head so tightly that he can’t even hear your loud moans and pleads for him to let off, just the ringing in his ears from the pressure. he nuzzles his face flush against your cunt, as if it were possible to get any closer. 

“jesus, fuck!” you practically scream out. it was almost painful but if it weren’t for your estranged yelp, he would remain buried. 

he looks at you in a daze, completely fucked out even though his cock remained untouched. but he can feel himself dripping in his own pants, his boxers clinging to his dick due to the dampness, he’s not even sure if he came untouched because he was so focused on your cunt.

“y-you’re fucking insane,” you pant, chest rising and falling dramatically. 

jake shakes his head, a droplet of your arousal falling from the tip of his nose. he looked amazing like this, and it scared you how much it turned you on. 

“please let me fuck you.”

it’s not like you want to say no, but he spent so much time abusing your cunt with his mouth that you’re on the verge of numbing out. “jake, i’m so sensi-”

he cuts you off, leaning forwards a pressing his bulge against your wetness, “i’ll be gentle– i can be gentle, just please, i think i need to fuck you before i actually lose my mind.”

jakes plan on fucking you dumb, to the point of forgetting where you are or why you were upset had completely backfired and now he felt like the stupid one. his head was dizzy and all he could think about was stuffing you full.

for all those times he’s had to restrain himself, to hold back because he didn’t want you running out the door–it’s paid off in a way. when his friends told him about their experience fucking you, he lost his moral compass on the way to your room the next morning. he’s begging you to let him lose himself in your cunt because it all he needs.

“‘t’s not fucking fair,” he groans, burying his head in your neck. “you only take cock from them now? can’t let me have this?”

you don’t know what he’s rambling about nor does he. he grinds against you again and you let out a whine.

“see? you want it so bad, don’t you? walking around here like you hate us, but let us fuck you just how you like because you’re so god damn full of shit, huh?” 

“jake-”

“so fucking hungry for cock,” he continues, one hand doing all the work to free himself from the restraints of his jeans. “they’re right. such a slut but god it’s so sexy, you know that right?”

before you can blink, jake buries his cock deep inside of you. he has to pause to breathe and let his head clear before he lets himself loose and cums before even starting. for a second time. he lets out a deep sigh before rocking his hips slowly, warming himself up before speeding his pace up.

your cunt flutters around him and he chuckles, readjusting your position so that your legs are resting on his shoulders. his hair is damp and stuck to his forehead despite not even moving much.

“look at you,” he groans softly, “don’t like being called a whore but sure do like getting fucked like one.”

he tries to speak up but his own moan cuts himself off. he couldn’t degrade you more if he tried because holy fuck your pussy might have him convinced he won in life. jake pulls his hips back before roughly plunging his cock back into you. he drinks up every loud moan you give him, and he thrusts into your leaking hole as if trying to get you to be louder.

but at this point he’s chasing his own pleasure. no matter how hard he fucks into you, it doesn’t feel like its enough. jake leans forward, pushing your knees to your chest so he can hit it from another angle. 

letting out a loud groan like whimper, jake presses his forehead against yours and continues his rough, sloppy pace. your moans mixed together plus the sweet sound of wet slapping fills the room like a song, and there was no denying that the entire house could hear it.

it was far too much, he said he’d be gentle but jake has fucked the both of you into stupidity. but you can’t bring yourself to be upset because the way the tip of his cock almost meets your cervix has you seeing the fucking stars. the entire scene was desperate and messy. jake couldn’t even get his pants fully off before fucking you and you could feel the material of his jeans rub against your ass almost painfully.

“god, fuck me,” jake roughly whines, “pussy ‘s so good.”

his voice is breaking and stuttering, attempting to hold himself back but he just can't. the male's lips are wet against yours, desperately biting and kissing yours with fervor. he can feel his stomach tense up but he holds back, edging himself to get the most of your pussy because jake knows once he cums, he’ll be fucking cooked. 

“j-jake, please,” you cry out, gripping his shoulders tightly. you feel as if you’re about to explode, the pleasure is overwhelming and almost painful due to his sloppiness but nonetheless you feel another intense orgasm creeping. “please cum soon, i-i can’t-”

he groans loudly, lifting himself to thrust harder– he was about to have the best orgasm of his life. the man can’t even be embarrassed about the literal whimpers and sounds coming out of his mouth because he knows god damn well that any other man would be in the same position if given the chance to fuck you like this. 

a sharp yelp rips from your throat and your legs wrap around his wait, almost restricting his moments. but when he looks down, he sees god. 

clear liquid gushing from your cunt, soaking the bottom half of his shirt and covering the both of your thighs. his eyes roll back as he cums without a second thought to it, cock pulsing as thick, white ropes cover your walls. 

it takes a few long moments for the both of you to recover from your orgasms. nothing but the sound of panting fills the air.

“p-please get up,” you smack jakes back softly. his body jolts, realizing he almost fell asleep in the position. 

he whispers an apology before lifting himself up and off of you. the feeling of his cock dragging against your creamy walls almost makes him want to go another round, but he knows he has to resist.

though, if it were up to him, he’d be making up for every missed opportunity today. instead, he kneels in front of you, trying not to get lost in the way his cum drips out of your pulsing hole, and helps you sit up. this way, the two of you can see the wetness covering both bodies. 

“you squirt,” jake comments, “that’s real fucking hot.”

before you can reply, the door slams open and shut within two seconds.

“what the fuck, heeseung?” the both of you spit at the same time.

the red haired male stands there with his hands up, “look, i was trying to be respectful and blow a load in my own room but sunghoon came in all pissed off mid jerk off and told me to shut you both up.”

“so?” jake answers before you, “what, is he like, jealous?”

“i don’t know, i gave up figuring that out because i heard you say she can squirt and i wanted to see.”

your tired eyes widen and you yank your shirt down, attempting to cover yourself, not that he hasn’t seen it all already. 

“you missed it–should’ve been here earlier.” jake states with a smirk.

“hold the fuck on-”

“nah, i’ve fucked this girl standing up, she has more stamina than you think.”

you get hit with major deja vu. the two conversing as if you’re not there.

“what makes you think i’d squirt again for you?” the two men look at you, a predatory smirk growing on both of their faces.

but before anyone could make a move, a loud guitar riff cuts them off, barely muffled by the wall that separates yours and jay’s bedroom. you shift awkwardly in your position, suddenly aware that everyone in the house did in fact hear you.

“look at her acting all shy,” heeseung snickers, “three down, one more to go. you’re just lucky he’s distracted with his guitars right now, baby. that just means you can be as loud as you want.”

“leave the door open though, they love watching.” jake mumbles before leaning down, placing kisses against your knees and thighs. heeseung chuckles and pulls the door ajar before making his way to the both of you, gripping his shoulders and looking at you as he hovers from behind him.

you visibly gulp at the sight, watching as heeseung leans closer to jakes ear, pressing his body flush against his friends back. you can feel jake’s cock twitch against your thigh and you decide then and there that you’re content with this situation in its entirety–and that you have more ways than one of getting back at your angry roommate in the other room, strumming his guitar with frustration. 

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I know we can’t say what we mean

Part 2 of Number one Girl in your eyes

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Summary: Now that the cats out of the bag, you try to get closer to Katsuki, despite the fact that he seems to be avoiding you. But, his behavior is way less petty than it seems

Warnings: language

1.1k Word Count

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After last night, you weren’t entirely sure what to do. You’d confessed. You’d told him you liked him, and he said it back. He liked you back. And yet, he left right afterwards, not saying another word. Anyone else would be confused, but who am I kidding? It’s Katsuki. So instead of worrying, you called Mina up and told her everything. But as time ticked by, you wondered if letting him leave was the right choice, but really, you were just happy to have that confession off your chest. 

Meanwhile, Katsuki was panicking. Why had he done that? Were you serious? Why had he done that? Surely it was a prank. And the whole way down the hallway, to the elevator back down to the common room? The only thing he was thinking? Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit-

But while he ranted to Kirishima for the rest of the night, you slept like a baby. You’d finally told him, and realized you were content with that. Surely, since he’d admitted his crush too, that the two of you would talk about it later, right?

Wrong. 

Because who am I kidding? It’s Katsuki.

You walked to class the next morning refreshed and happy- excited even, after all who wouldn’t be in this situation? You walked in, your eyes absentmindedly landing on Katsuki. You always gave him a quick glance when you were walking into class, it was a habit at this point… only this time he was looking back.

You blushed and waved, and, to your confusion and dismay, he narrowed his eyes and looked away, crossing his arms on his desk. You frowned, but figured he was probably a little embarrassed about it, and dismissed his behavior, and yet your eyes still lingered on him, the moment sticking in your mind.

And he noticed. Oh boy he noticed the frown. And once again, Katsuki Bakugo was in a state of pure panic. Why did I glare at her? Why couldn’t I just wave back? What kind of an asshole-

His thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Aizawa’s entrance, and he did his very best to focus on class after that, he really did. But he felt terrible. What kind of guy confesses to the girl he likes, and then leaves? What kind of guy then glares at her when he sees her the next day? God he felt so stupid.

After class, it was only a matter of time before you began to be anxious. He seemed to be avoiding you, and it confused you to no end. He did say he liked you back right? You weren’t dreaming? So then why was this all so…awkward?

It took till late that evening for you to really get an answer. You’d decided to take a walk around campus before heading back to your dorm, when you saw you-know-who (no reader, not Voldemort) doing the exact same thing. He was walking in the opposite direction, on the same strip of sidewalk, Katsuki Bakugo in his messed up tie, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. 

At first, when he spotted you, he’d made an attempt to look away and ignore you, walking past like you weren’t there like he usually did. It was a simple tactic that he didn’t realize he used fairly often to avoid people. One small issue is that you literally did not care.

“Hey Bakugo, can we talk for a minute?”

He froze, his already tense shoulders flinching slightly as he turned to look at you, but he managed to play off his anxiety as annoyance fairly well, as he always did. “What do you want?” He said bluntly, glaring back at you. You stared at him for a moment- after last night, you hadn’t really expected him to be this…snappy. You took a deep breath, sighing as you spoke.

“A straight answer” you replied, making the boys brow furrow even more. “Huh?” He replied, glancing away a few times, anything to avoid facing the music. “I mean it’s my turn to ask you…what’s wrong?” You replied, walking a tad bit closer to him. As expected, he backed away from you, scoffing. “Nothings wrong. Leave me alone” he replied, about to turn when you grabbed his hand.

He completely froze, his head slowly turning to look down at your hand on his, the way you held it so gently, it stuck with him. You knew that if he was mad at you he could probably rip it away from you in less than a second, but your grip was gentle anyways. Maybe it was because you didn’t want to make him more upset. Or maybe it was because you knew he wouldn’t pull away, wouldn’t stop you. You were right.

“I confessed to you last night, Ba- Katsuki. And you said you liked me too. Now are you gonna keep being an asshole, or are you gonna be a normal person and invite me on a date?”

Your words hit his ears louder than any of his explosions could- they rang and rang until eventually he finally looked up at you. His mind was full of so many anxieties and nerves that he couldn’t really tell which thoughts were his own, or were a figment of his fear anymore. He was so scared of making you hate him that it was driving him crazy. 

He pulled his hand away slowly, staring at yours for a moment before straightening up and looking at you, letting out a sigh. “Y/n L/n… will you… can… this is stupid-” he stopped, shaking his head and about to turn around before you grabbed his hand again. “no you’ve got it, keep going” you replied, and damn it, he’d think, you cheering him on wasn’t helping. Now he was a blushing mess, and had absolutely no idea what to say, so instead of acting like it, he just acted like he usually did.

“Damn it- Just go out with me!….please”

His words hung in the air, his gaze pleading with yours until you finally smiled at him. “Yeah, i’d love to” you said softly, still holding his hand. You weren’t really thinking about the touch, too happy in the moment, but he certainly was. He had to look away and turn from you entirely to hide his blush, and even then you could still see the pink tinge on his ears.

“K..whatever. See ya"

He began to walk away, his hands stuffed in his pockets once more. 

“Katsuki?”

Once again, his shoulders tense

“What”

“Don’t you want my number so we can plan the date?”

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For the record, he was locked in for every other date after this. Pookies still learning.

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[biblical-chronicles]

Hotel room

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where the band books you and Liam one hotel room.

(the one and only; oh no, there's only one bed)

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Since you were kids, you and Liam had been attached at the hip, causing trouble, winding people up, always finding yourselves in the middle of something you probably shouldn’t be involved in. There wasn’t much you hadn’t done together—sneaking into pubs before you were legal, getting bollocked by teachers for skiving off, tearing through the streets on bikes that you were definitely not the owners of. It had been you and him from the start.

Your mates never let up with teasing the two of you. 'Just get on with it and shag already', they’d say, over and over, until it became a joke that outlived the humor.

But you and Liam never truly entertained it. Never pulled through with whatever everyone else seemed so convinced about. You just kept things the way they were, the way they’d always been. And sitting across from him now, in the glow of the pub, watching him wave a half-empty pint around as he went on one of his long-winded rants, you weren’t thinking about much else beyond how fucking knackered you were.

Liam narrowed his eyes at you, mid-sentence. “Y’not even listenin’, are ya?”

You blinked, dragging yourself back into the present. “What?”

A scoff. “Knew it.” He leaned in, elbows on the table, all sharp-eyed and smug like he’d just caught you out on some massive crime. “Go on then. What’s goin’ on up there?”

You shrugged, rubbing at your eyes. “Just dead knackered.”

Liam hummed, taking another swig of his drink before nodding. “Aye. Long fuckin’ day.”

It always was. You worked tech for the tour, which meant setting up and tearing down all the gear, making sure the sound was right, handling the kind of shit no one in the crowd even thought about. You didn’t mind it, though. It kept you in the thick of things, gave you front-row seats to all the chaos without actually being the one onstage.

Liam stretched, groaning as he pushed his chair back. “Right. Reckon we should head back before the lot of ‘em piss in the hotel lobby or summat.”

You snorted but nodded, both of you draining the last of your pints before making your way out. The rest of the band had staggered back a while ago, all varying degrees of drunk. You and Liam had stayed behind, taking your time, not quite ready to deal with their drunken shite just yet. But when you finally stepped into the hotel, exhausted and ready to pass out, something immediately felt off.

The receptionist barely looked up before sliding a single key across the desk with a polite but knowing smile. “One room for you both.”

You stopped. Stared at her. Blinked. “What?”

“One room,” she repeated, ever-so-professional, as if she wasn’t in on whatever the fuck this was. “Your bandmates arranged it.”

Liam was already shaking his head, scoffing under his breath. “For fuck’s sake.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. The lads, absolutely steaming and clearly bored out of their skulls, had decided to fuck about with the room assignments for a laugh. You could practically hear the lot of them now, probably all crowded together upstairs, waiting to see if their little stunt had actually worked.

You sighed, dragging a hand down your face.

You considered arguing, really considered it, but at the end of the day, you were too exhausted to fight with the receptionist about a bed arrangement. You weren’t a diva, and you weren’t about to throw a fit over sharing a room with Liam of all people.

Without another word, you snatched up the key, muttering a string of curses under your breath, and walked toward the lifts. Liam fell into step beside you, hands stuffed in his pockets, his smirk widening like this was the funniest shit in the world.

You swallowed hard as Liam pressed the button for your floor, the air suddenly heavier than it had been a moment ago.

When the doors finally slid open, you wasted no time stepping out, Liam following behind with an easy, lazy stride.

You jammed the key into the lock, twisted, and pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, one soft bedside lamp casting a glow over the space. Looked decent enough—clean, a bit posh, nothing to complain about. But there was one glaring problem, a single bed.

“Ah, for fuck’s sake,” Liam groaned, voice thick with exhaustion.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Of course.”

For a second, you debated going downstairs, demanding another room, maybe even storming into one of their rooms and throwing a little fit. But the weight of the day was pressing heavy on your limbs, and honestly? You couldn’t be arsed. Not tonight.

“Whatever,” you muttered, dropping your bag by the chair. “I’m too fuckin’ tired to deal with this.”

Liam was already toeing off his trainers, clearly in agreement. “Aye, we’ll live.”

The two of you settled in without much fuss, teeth brushed, shoes off, jackets discarded in a lazy pile. When you finally climbed into bed, the mattress dipping beneath your weight, you let out a long, relieved breath. The sheets were cool, soft. If you ignored the fact that Liam was lying right there beside you, it was almost peaceful.

Almost.

Because after a moment, you glanced over at him.

The dim glow of the lamp softened his face, made him look almost delicate. Usually, he was all wild energy, a constant storm of motion and attitude. But now, like this, relaxed and quiet, you noticed things you hadn’t properly taken in before. The way his lashes fanned out against his cheek, the sharp cut of his jaw, the shape of his mouth—soft, a little pouty, lips slightly parted as he exhaled.

You weren’t even thinking when you shifted closer, drawn in like a moth to a flame. It was almost instinctual, like you were inspecting him up close, like he was some masterpiece in a gallery and you needed a better look.

Liam cracked an eye open, catching you mid-stare. His mouth twitched, amused.

“Oh, someone wants a snuggle, do they?”

You scoffed, shoving at his shoulder. “Piss off.”

He laughed, but before you could react, he launched himself at you, rolling half on top of you, pinning you beneath his weight.

“Liam—fuckin’ hell—get off!” You squirmed, trying to push him off, but he was stronger, his arms locking around you like a vice.

“Nah, y’looked like you needed a cuddle.” he teased, grinning down at you.

“You’re a menace.” you gritted out, still attempting to wiggle free.

He just chuckled, resting his chin on the top of your head for a moment before, finally, he rolled away, stretching out on his side of the bed again.

You exhaled, willing your heart to slow back to a normal rhythm. But the worst part? You couldn’t shake the feeling that he was right. Because for that brief moment, wrapped up in him, it had felt nice. Warm. Safe. And now that it was gone, there was a gnawing sense of loss creeping in, something you weren’t quite sure what to do with.

You lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore it. But your body had other ideas.

Slowly, you shifted just a little closer. Not enough to be obvious, but just enough that your knee brushed against his under the covers.

Liam didn’t say anything.

So you inched a little more.

Your arm grazed his.

Still nothing.

You swallowed, pulse picking up, and finally let your leg rest against his, just lightly. The warmth of him seeped through the fabric of your clothes, and you swore you could feel his breathing change, just the slightest hitch.

For a moment, neither of you moved, as if acknowledging it would break the fragile tension hanging between you. Your heart was hammering, every second stretching longer than it should.

Then, Liam shifted. Just a little. Just enough that his leg pressed more firmly against yours.

You held your breath.

“You gettin’ comfy there, or what?” His voice was low, thick with amusement, but there was something else underneath it too.

You hesitated, debating playing dumb, but before you could, he turned his head, looking at you properly now.

“Not just after a snuggle, huh?” His lips twitched. “You’re after the full snuggle and snog package, aren’t ya?”

Heat rushed to your face, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of looking away. “I hate you.”

He grinned. “No you don't, love.”

Before you could come up with some kind of comeback, he shifted again, rolling onto his side to face you fully. His gaze flickered over your face. And then his fingers traced a lazy path up your arm, barely a touch, just enough to send shivers along your skin.

Your breath hitched.

He smirked. “Look at ya. Gaspin’.”

You scowled, smacking his chest. “Fuck off, Liam.”

But he only laughed, and before you could retreat, his hand caught yours, holding it in place against him.

Liam’s thumb brushed over your knuckles.

“Go on then,” he murmured.

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

His smirk deepened, lazy and confident, but there was a flicker of something softer beneath it. “Kiss me, ya div. Thought that was what you were after.”

Your breath caught, fingers curling slightly where they rested against him. Your mind screamed at you to think, to figure out if this was a mistake, if you should be doing this, but all that noise faded when his thumb traced slow circles against your wrist, grounding, steady.

You didn’t think.

You just moved.

Your hand slid up, fingers curling around the back of his neck as you leaned in. And then, before you could talk yourself out of it you kissed him.

His lips were warm, soft, and for half a second, he didn’t move. Just let you press against him, let you be the one to make the first move. But then his fingers curled into your waist, tugging you closer, and his mouth pressed firmly against yours, deepening the kiss with a slow, unhurried confidence.

You exhaled against him, and he hummed, low and pleased, his other hand sliding up your back.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he muttered between kisses. “Knew you fancied me.”

You pulled back just enough to glare at him, lips still tingling. “You��re unbearable.”

He grinned, eyes dark with amusement, fingers tightening at your waist. “Yeah, but if it makes you feel better I fancied you too.”

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I love this trope it's such a fanfic classic, hope ya liked it xx

[spiderlot]

NO bc i swear to god there's a scene where she mouths what someone else is saying ☹️☹️ i know she's always paying close attention to how people say things or how they move cuz she Never knows what to do with her arms or what facial expression to make ... she's practicing in the mirror no matter what kind of social interaction she knows is coming... that's why she has a mirror in her hut in the wilderness.... it's all coming together.

autistic lottie who's SUPER empathetic and can't control her facial expressions when she's feeling other peoples emotions :( when you're upset about something and she's trying to comfort you she's looking at you with the Saddest doe eyes ever it almost makes u more upset just looking at her cuz u think ur upsetting Her now😭

i know she gets Super emotional when watching a sad movie too.. like she's tearing up before it even gets to the super sad part 😭 she tries so hard to cry quietly whenever she does cuz she doesn't want to bring attention to it :/

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YES in the pilot she mouths what shauna (?) is saying!!! i think that was just courtney but autistic lottie is more fun to think about 😇 she always makes this cute lil face when she's concentrating on what someone's saying ☹️ she doesn't even realize her face is scrunched up like that until you mention it 😭 lottie who repeats what someone says in her head a few times and tries to copy their tone when replying.... :(

thought about this a few times but i don't think ive ever said it but! i love love love the idea of lottie who stutters.. not even bc she's nervous but because she just has a stutter! lottie who speaks maori and when she's super nervous, she'll start messing up english with it ☹️

she just feeds off of others emotions its crazy.... coming home to her after work and being pissed off, ranting to her about how bad ur day was and she's looking at you like YOU fucked up 😭 getting angry with you basically and you have to ask for reassurance that she's not rly mad at you 😭 her face switches up so fast ...😞

she could cry at parts ur not even supposed to cry at 😭 she's very intuitive too....she can guess the outcome and that's part of the reason why she cries so easily lul. she's already wiping tears out of her eyes during a calm scene before tragedy strikes and ur just trying to enjoy the movie 😭 don't even ask her to watch sad dog movies btw. she'll hate you for a few days for putting her thru that.

i cant stop thinking about history nerd lottie 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 lottie who brings up random facts when you mention something slightly related to whatever it is she brings up... or just sitting in comfortable silence with her and she really wants to tell you about the history of 14th century Europe or some shite. adult lottie helping you with your college history homework :(( going to her when you have a question and she ends up rambling on for almost an hour about a yes or no question 😭😭 she always asks you how ur doing in that class andoh my glob taking you to history museums 😭❤️❤️❤️ acting smarter than the guides and telling you how things Really went down...

[finchyclarkemd]

Not a big deal

~Angst/fluff~

The front door clicked shut behind me, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. My bag slipped from my shoulder, landing on the floor with a dull thud. Normally, I would have made the effort to hang it up, but today? I couldn’t be bothered.  

The whole walk home, I told myself I wouldn’t let it get to me. That it didn’t matter. That I was overreacting.  

But as I stood there in the entryway, the frustration simmering in my chest, I knew I was lying to myself.   

Chris was sprawled out on the couch, half-watching TV while scrolling on his phone. He barely glanced up when he heard me come in. "You’re home early," he said, stretching his legs out. "Didn’t think we’d see you till later."  

I forced a shrug and walked into the kitchen. "Yeah, well… didn’t feel like sticking around."  

I filled the kettle and set it on the stove, my movements sharper than necessary. Chris didn’t seem to notice.  

"That’s good though, right?" he said, like leaving work early was some kind of treat. "Get to chill for a bit."  

I hummed in response, staring at the kettle as if I could will it to boil faster. Maybe if I just focused on making tea, I wouldn’t think about how I’d spent weeks—weeks—working on that idea.  

How I’d poured my time and energy into it, refining every detail.  

How, in today’s meeting, someone else spoke up before I could—with my exact proposal—and the room had loved it.  

How my manager had nodded along, all impressed, without even acknowledging that I’d been the one who had put in the work.  

I gritted my teeth and turned back toward Chris, who was still scrolling, completely unaware that my head was spinning.  

He glanced up, frowning slightly. "What’s with the face?"  

I exhaled slowly. "Nothing. Just a dumb thing at work."  

Chris shrugged. "Then don’t let it get to you. I mean, it’s not a big deal, right?"  

I froze.   

It was such a casual statement, tossed out like it was nothing, but something about it stung.   

I knew it wasn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things. No one had died. The world wasn’t ending. But it still sucked. It still hurt. And hearing Chris dismiss it like that—even unintentionally—made the frustration twist into something heavier.  

I forced a tight smile. "Yeah. Not a big deal."  

Chris grinned, satisfied with my answer, and went back to his phone.  

The kettle whistled, but I didn’t move.  

"Mate, what the fuck?"  

George’s voice cut through the air, sharp and incredulous.  

I turned to see him sitting at the kitchen table, phone abandoned, his expression dark with irritation. His gaze flicked from me to Chris, disbelief written all over his face.  

Chris blinked, caught off guard. "What?"  

George gestured toward me, his voice rising slightly. "It doesn’t matter if you don’t think it’s a big deal. It’s clearly upset her."  

Chris opened his mouth, closed it, then frowned. "I wasn’t saying it like—"  

"Yeah, you were," George cut in. "You basically just told her to brush it off like it’s nothing. But it’s not nothing, not to her."  

Chris shifted, uncomfortable now. He looked at me properly for the first time since I got home, really seeing me this time—the tense set of my shoulders, the way my fingers curled around the counter, how I wasn’t actually okay, no matter how much I’d tried to pretend otherwise.  

His expression softened. "Shit," he muttered. "I didn’t mean to be a dick about it."  

I let out a small sigh, feeling some of the tension ease. "I know. It’s just… frustrating."  

Chris sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. That’s fair. I should’ve just listened instead of brushing it off. Sorry."  

George leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Damn right you should’ve."  

Chris groaned. "Alright, alright, I get it."  

George smirked. "Just making sure."  

Despite myself, I let out a quiet laugh. Chris shot me a sheepish look and nudged my arm. "Seriously, though. That sucks. And if you wanna rant about it, go for it."  

I hesitated, then sighed. "Maybe later. Right now, I just want to sit down and pretend today didn’t happen."  

Chris nodded. "Deal."  

George picked up his phone again but shot Chris one last look. "And that is how you actually be supportive, mate. Try it more often."  

Chris rolled his eyes, and I finally let myself relax.  

The frustration hadn’t magically disappeared, but somehow, with George in my corner and Chris actually listening now, it didn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

The tea was still too hot when I took a sip, burning my tongue just enough to be annoying. I winced, setting the mug down with a sigh.  

Chris had gone back to watching TV, though every now and then, he stole a glance at me like he wasn’t sure if he should say something. George, on the other hand, was still watching him, one eyebrow raised like he was waiting for Chris to mess up again just so he could call him out.  

The tension had mostly faded, but a strange kind of quiet hung in the air. Not exactly awkward, but not quite comfortable either.  

I took another, more careful sip of my tea.  

"Alright," Chris said finally, stretching his arms over his head. "So, what actually happened?"  

I hesitated, staring at my mug. Did I really want to get into it? I’d already spent all afternoon stewing over it, replaying the moment in my head like some kind of slow-motion train wreck.  

"Some asshole stole her idea at work," George answered for me, leaning back in his chair. "Took credit for something she worked her ass off on."  

Chris winced. "Oof. That’s rough."  

"Yeah," I muttered. "Kinda is."  

Chris ran a hand through his hair, looking genuinely guilty now. "Okay, yeah. I see why you’re pissed. That’s actually really shitty."  

"Thanks for catching up," George said dryly.  

Chris shot him a look before turning back to me. "Did you say anything? Call them out?"  

I let out a humourless laugh. "In front of my manager? Right. Because that would’ve gone well."  

Chris hummed in understanding, nodding slowly. "Yeah… corporate bullshit, huh?"  

"Corporate bullshit," I agreed.  

George scoffed. "It’s more than that, though, isn’t it?" He turned to me. "It’s not just about them taking credit. It’s the fact that nobody noticed. Nobody cared."  

I swallowed. I hadn’t said it out loud, but… yeah. That was the part that stung the most.  

Chris must have realised it too, because his face softened. "Man, that’s—" He exhaled. "That’s really shit. Like, really."  

"Yeah," I said, quieter this time.  

For a few seconds, none of us spoke. The TV played in the background, but I wasn’t really paying attention to it.  

Then Chris suddenly clapped his hands together. "Alright. What’s the plan?"  

I blinked. "The plan?"  

"Yeah." He sat up straighter. "What are we doing about it? You can’t just let them get away with that."  

I let out a short laugh. "Pretty sure I don’t have much of a choice."  

George frowned. "I mean… you could say something. Maybe not in front of your manager, but like, a quiet ‘Hey, that was actually my idea’ kind of thing."  

I sighed. "Yeah, but what’s that going to do? It’s not like they’ll suddenly go, ‘Oh my bad, here’s the credit you deserve.’"  

"Maybe not," George admitted. "But you’d at least be standing up for yourself."  

Chris nodded. "And if that doesn’t work, sabotage."  

George snorted. "Of course you’d say that."  

I rolled my eyes. "I’m not sabotaging anyone, Chris."  

"Alright, fine. No sabotage," he said, waving a hand. "But at the very least, you should keep track of your ideas. Emails, notes, timestamps, whatever. That way, if this happens again, you have proof."  

I tilted my head, considering it. "That’s actually… not a bad idea."  

Chris grinned. "See? I can be helpful."  

George scoffed. "Debatable."  

I exhaled, some of the weight in my chest lifting. The frustration was still there, lingering beneath the surface, but at least now it didn’t feel quite so suffocating.  

Chris nudged my arm. "Look, I know today sucked, but you’re still you, alright? And you’re going to come up with way better ideas. That guy? He’s got nothing without you."  

George nodded. "And next time, we’ll make sure you get the credit you deserve."  

I let out a small, tired smile. "Thanks, guys."  

Chris grinned. "Anytime. Now, are we done with the sad vibes? Because I’m ordering pizza, and I refuse to eat it in a depressing atmosphere."  

George smirked. "Fair. But you’re paying."  

Chris groaned, but I laughed—actually laughed this time.  

And just like that, the day didn’t feel so bad anymore.

Chris groaned dramatically, flopping back against the couch. "Why do I always have to pay?"  

George smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Because you’re the one who suggested the pizza."  

"That doesn’t mean I have to fund it," Chris grumbled, pulling out his phone anyway. "Fine, but I’m getting extra toppings, and none of you get to complain."  

I rolled my eyes but smiled. The warmth of their banter was starting to push out the last remnants of my shitty day.  

Chris tapped away on his phone before glancing up at me. "You’re good with pepperoni and extra cheese, right?"  

I nodded. "Yeah, sounds good."  

George stretched his arms behind his head. "Make sure you get garlic bread too."  

Chris muttered something under his breath but added it to the order. A few seconds later, he threw his phone down onto the couch with a sigh. "Alright, pizza’s on the way. Should be here in thirty."  

"Excellent," George said, grinning. "Now, let’s get back to the important stuff—ruining the life of the corporate thief who stole her idea."  

I snorted. "We are not ruining anyone’s life, George."  

George raised a brow. "Okay, maybe not ruining, but come on. We can’t just let this slide."  

Chris nodded. "I’m with George on this. You might not be able to do anything right now, but we can at least make sure it doesn’t happen again."  

I sighed, resting my chin on my hand. "I know. It’s just…" I hesitated, trying to find the right words. "I don’t want to be that person, you know? The one who complains about credit or makes a big deal out of nothing."  

George’s expression darkened. "Okay, first of all? That’s bullshit. You’re not ‘making a big deal out of nothing.’ You’re pissed because someone took advantage of your work, and you have every right to be upset about it."  

Chris nodded. "Yeah, seriously. If someone stole my idea, I’d be raising hell."  

"You raise hell when someone eats the last slice of pizza," I pointed out.  

"And I’m right to," Chris said, completely serious. "It’s about justice."  

George laughed, shaking his head. "Look, all I’m saying is—if you don’t stand up for yourself now, this will happen again. And again. And then one day, it won’t just be an idea. It’ll be a promotion, or a project, or something even bigger."  

I swallowed. I hadn’t really thought about it like that.  

Chris leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "George is right. You don’t have to storm into work tomorrow demanding justice, but at the very least, make sure you’re keeping track of your stuff. And if it happens again? Call it out."  

I exhaled slowly, mulling it over. "Yeah… yeah, okay. I can do that."  

George smirked. "Good. And if all else fails, we do know where this guy parks his car."  

Chris gasped, eyes wide with excitement. "Slashed tires?"  

George grinned. "I was thinking something more creative. Maybe sticky notes all over the windshield with passive-aggressive messages."  

Chris clutched his chest. "Beautiful. I love it."  

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. "You guys are ridiculous."  

"But effective," George pointed out.  

Chris leaned back, satisfied. "Damn right we are."  

A comfortable silence settled over the room. The TV played softly in the background, and for the first time all day, I felt… okay. Maybe even better than okay.  

Chris nudged my foot with his. "Hey. You good now?"  

I took a deep breath, letting go of the last of my frustration. "Yeah," I said honestly. "I think I am."  

"Good," George said, grabbing the TV remote. "Now let’s pick a movie before the pizza gets here."  

Chris gasped. "Oh, we are so watching an action movie."  

George groaned. "Absolutely not. You have terrible taste."  

I just shook my head as they started bickering again, a small smile on my face.  

Maybe work had sucked today. Maybe I’d been frustrated and upset and bitter. But sitting here, surrounded by these two idiots, I realised something important.  

At the end of the day, no matter what happened at work—at least I had them.  

And that? That made everything a little easier to deal with.

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Another fic for you all! I have a George fic ask to do which will hopefully be up next week!! This fic was a suggestion from a close friend!

I am also spending more time writing fics as to doing my studying lmao.

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george weasely x y/n

y/n talks to draco by helping him with the assignment but George thought they were getting too close so he got jealous and made sure y/n is his by kissing her in front of him

Helloooooo, i hope you like it! ~ ♡

A Lesson in Jealousy *⁠.⁠✧

Summary: When George finds you helping Draco Malfoy with an assignment in the library, he doesn’t care that you’re just being nice. All he sees is Malfoy sitting too close, looking too smug, and you smiling at him. Fueled by jealousy, George decides to remind everyone exactly who you belong to—by kissing you, right in front of Malfoy, and making sure the entire library knows it.

george weasley x f!reader

George Weasley wasn’t in his usual carefree mood. No, today he was grumpy. And it was all because of Draco bloody Malfoy.

George stood at the far end of the library, arms crossed as he glared at the sight in front of him.

You. Sitting beside Malfoy. Smiling at him.

George clenched his jaw.

Sure, he knew you were just helping Malfoy with his Potions assignment. You had mentioned it at breakfast, something about “being nice” and “not letting him fail miserably.”

George hated that you were nice. Okay, not really, but right now? Yeah, he kind of did.

Because Malfoy was leaning in too close.

And you were laughing at something he said.

Malfoy had a smug look on his stupid, pointy face, and George could already hear his arrogant little voice in his head: Oh, look at me, I’m Malfoy, I’ve got my expensive quill and my perfect hair and I think I’m charming when I’m actually insufferable—

“Oi, George, you alright?”

Fred’s voice snapped him out of his internal rant.

George turned to his twin, who was watching him with an amused expression.

“Fine,” George muttered.

Fred raised an eyebrow, following his gaze. When he spotted you and Malfoy, a slow smirk spread across his face. “Oh. Ohhh.”

“What?”

Fred chuckled. “You’re jealous.”

George scoffed. “I am not jealous.”

Fred hummed. “Right. That’s why you’re staring at them like you’re about to set Malfoy on fire with your mind.”

“I could, you know,” George muttered darkly.

Fred clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Look, mate, you’ve got two options. One, you can keep standing here, sulking like a tragic romance novel hero.”

George glared at him.

“Or two,” Fred continued, “you can go over there and make sure Malfoy knows she’s yours.”

George hesitated, eyes flickering back to you.

Malfoy had leaned even closer.

That was it. He was done.

With a determined look, George marched across the library. Fred stayed back, watching in delight.

You looked up just as George stopped beside your table. “Oh, hey, George! What are you doing here?”

George didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your seat. Before you could question him, he cupped your face and kissed you.

Right there. In front of the entire library.

And—most importantly—in front of Malfoy.

Your brain short-circuited. One second, you were explaining a potion ingredient to Draco, and the next? You were being thoroughly kissed by George Weasley.

The library went silent.

When George finally pulled back, he turned his head slightly—just enough to see Malfoy’s stunned expression.

George smirked. “Oh, sorry, Malfoy, were you saying something?”

Malfoy scoffed, rolling his eyes as he grabbed his books. “Unbelievable,” he muttered before storming off.

George turned back to you, still smirking. “What?”

You blinked at him, trying to collect your thoughts. “You just—you—you kissed me.”

“Yep,” George said proudly.

“In the library.”

“Yep.”

“In front of everyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You were jealous.”

George shrugged, grinning. “Maybe. But now everyone—including Malfoy—knows you’re mine.”

You stared at him for a moment before shaking your head, a smile creeping onto your lips. “You absolute idiot.”

George leaned in, pressing another quick kiss to your lips. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

[greenerteacups]

I cannot tell you just how obsessed I am with Lionheart - I have literally ranted about it with everyone who has even a remote interest in Harry Potter. It is the best thing I have read, it has made me fall in love with the series all over again, I feel like I'm reading and experiencing it all for the first time! I'm even trying to dabble in bookbinding just to actually have a hardcopy of your fics (hard emphasis on trying)

I love sweet cranky Draco and how you have so beautifully written him into the golden trio - I love how he balances Hermione out and matches her brilliance, I have always hated how she was always the odd one out whenever Ron decided to stop talking to her. I keep telling everyone I truly think you have a better understanding of the characters than JKR did - how you've written Harry as this very perceptive and gentle peacemaker who is craving so deeply for family (that scene end of book 4 where Arthur comes crashing in to save him? ugh, ab.so.lute.ly. heartwrenching!!) , how you've made Ron a wonderful character and brilliant in his own way (it's so easy for fanfic writers to bash him and make him this big dumb boy who doesn't get hermione- I love that even Draco recognizes that he has his strengths). I love how you've paralleled Snape as Draco's godfather to Sirius and Harry. I love the subtle ways you have changed the story to keep us on our toes. I love how slow and realistically they have grown page by page and I am so very excited to see where you take them next. Ugh I can go on and on. Everything is so well written and I love how you've expanded my vocabulary. You are such an exceptional writer!!

I do find it interesting (and I haven't been able to find any previous posts on this) that Book 2 is the chambers of secrets book and there is zero appearance of the basilisk, which seems a pretty glaring omission. Obviously this is what Theo is trying to find where we are in Book 5, but I was wondering why the delay and doesn't this mess with lining up events with the main series? I guess we wont' know until the grand reveal. But then that made me wonder if it's just "Book 1" and "Book 2" - are there no subtitles "Draco Malfoy and the Chamber of Secrets", etc?

Anyways, I'm all caught up now and just wanted to say - I'm so in love with your work and can't wait to see where you take us next!

Hi, thank you so much for this message! You are so kind to write it!

I would point out that Book 2 isn't really the "chamber of secrets" book — as you point out: he got no gotdamn Chamber in there. The plot of Chamber of Secrets doesn't really work without Lucius, so it's one of the places where the fic diverges the most. Books 6 and 7 will also diverge a lot more from the source material, just so you know! I view Lionheart as a reimagining of the Harry Potter story, not a beat-for-beat retelling. Obviously, some things will remain the same (contrary to what they may believe, neither Lucius nor Draco are so important that the plot totally collapses without them) but for the most part, I'd say I'm trying to re-tell the story in my own way, which means parking the basilisk for a few years while I sort out other things in the story. I promise I'll try to make all payoffs worthwhile, though. :)

[sameboot]

Simon petrikov coping FAIL compilation

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wouldn't be a Moffat Episode™️without reducing every character to a one-dimensional furniture piece to revolve around a version of the doctor that hasn't existed since 2017 🍾

[tepli-mravenci]

do you ever have a problem you want to vent about on tumblr so you start writing the post but you end up ranting so much that by the time you finish the post you've had an epiphany and basically solved whatever problem you had and now you're like well I don't have to post this anymore cause the problem is gone so you just delete the post and the world will never know

[mittenslikescats]

You know what

I honestly kind of hate how a chunk of the ninjago fandom treats Misako vs Garmadon (specifically emperor Garmadon, I’m NOT bring Lord or Sensei Garmadon into this btw)

Like I see comments (mainly on twitter and instagram) going on about how terrible Misako is and how she’s an abusive parent cus she abandoned Lloyd. And yes while I do think her abandoning him was pretty messed up, she very clearly made up for it over the years. Also there could’ve been a chance that Darkleys was the only school actually willing to take in Lloyd (considering who is father is).

I also think it’s kinda unfair to blame Misako for Darkleys kicking Lloyd out causing him to end up on the streets. That was the schools decision and I’m gonna predict that Misako wasn’t even aware her son had been kicked out and was fending for himself.

Yes she’s clearly made a BIG mistake but over the show whenever she’s a major player in the story she’s there supporting her son.

And now when it comes to E! Garmadon, especially in Crystalized I see comments of ppl saying how much of a better parent Garmadon is compared to Misako (when pointing out how he’s changed since the oni trilogy). And yes while he is clearly changing for the better and aiming to be a better person, I feel like a lot of ppl just casually ignore how much pain (mental and physical) that he brought on Lloyd during the Oni trilogy.

Like E! Garmadon beated his son to what is likely to be an inch of his life, disowned him in front of all of Ninjago, “killed” his adoptive family, destroyed him home (bounty and Ninjago city) within a few hours and then later during that week was sending the SOG to hunt down his few remaining friends and family. And ppl are STILL trying to say that Misako is the worser parent between the 2 of them.

Now I get that E! Garmadons character arc in Crystalized is learning to be a better person, I still don’t like how the season likes to brush everything he did to Lloyd during TOT slightly under the rug. Like Loyd is presented as being an angry and mean jerk towards his father, even tho he has all the right too. Unlike Vinny Lloyd didn’t see the gradual change his Father had in between MOTO and Crystalized. To Lloyd this is still the same Garmadon from back during the Oni invasion (also while he shows small signs of possibly changing on MOTO it’s more of an interaction between Vinny and Garmadon NOT Lloyd).

I can easily see why Lloyd is so cold hearted towards E! Garmadon, this is the same man that almost killed him with his bare hands and then took basically everything from him. But a chunk of the community just sees Loyd as being rude and not willing to accept that Garmadon is trying to become a better person. And don’t they realize how difficult this is for Lloyd? But also I see some of those same ppl turn around and say that Misako is this god awful parent.

Like excuse me? Yes Misako did a pretty messed up thing but E! Garmadon did FAR WORSE and while he’s trying to make up for it Crystalized I don’t really think him trying to be nicer to other ppl and Lloyd actually making up for EVERYTHING he’s done. Yes he is 100% going in the right direction on becoming a better person, he’s still MILES away from being a better parent.

Misako spent YEARS rebuilding her connection to Lloyd, she there for him, she cares about him (and in turn he cares about her) but ppl turn away and go ‘well she abandoned him when he was a kid’ but then those same ppl will point out how E! Garmadon is trying to become a better parent.

But it’s honestly frustrating how some ppl treated Misako then how they treat E! Garmadon.

so yeah thanks for coming to my what was supposed to be a mini rant

[louisinart]

PSA for folks who just got a cat/dog or are considering getting a cat/dog from former vet receptionist:

As early as you can, sit down and ask yourself the question: am i willing to let this critter get very ill and/or die without medical intervention? Am i willing to watch them decline (or choose euthanasia) and not take any steps to prolong their life? I know it sounds harsh, but I've met people who both love their pets and don't see the point in putting a dog through chemotherapy. Personally, I don't see the point in casting judgement on those people -- including if you discover that you're one of them. If this is you (and you're really, really sure about it), you're all set.

If instead you end up deciding that the life and wellness of your pet is worth fighting for, sign up for pet insurance. Do it right now. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, and (if you can) avoid the vet until you have. Many pet insurance companies refuse to insure animals with a preexisting condition, which means anything that the vet finds could damage your ability to get covered. Even if they were examined at the shelter, there's a chance the shelter vet missed something that your neighborhood vet won't. Don't take that risk! It's better to have insurance when you don't need it than not be able to get it when you do.

And I can hear you asking: what's so important about having pet insurance anyway? And the answer is something every pet owner will eventualy learn: Vet bills are medical bills. At the vet i worked at, check-in appointments were $75, meds could run you anywhere from $30-100 a bottle, and most non-routine surgeries (which are the majority of surgeries) cost thousands. I once watched a family rack up $16,000 to bring their dog back from liver failure. In my personal life I've met people who are saddled with thousands in medical debt for a pet that didn't end up making it. Vet bills are medical bills and, like medical bills, they can ruin your life if you're not ready for them.

At the end of the day, when you adopt a pet you are also committing to care for them when they're old and sick. It's not a question of whether you'll need to get medical care for your pet but when, and its Very Easy to only realize you need pet insurance when it's already too late.

Short of hoping they go missing when they're still young, in my experience you have three options: get pet insurance, commit to not treating medical issues, or take on thousands of dollars worth of costs. How you navigate that choice is up to you, but I would strongly advise avoiding option 3.

[one-blaze-of--glory]

i think the most annoying part of amatonormativity is that not only do you NEED to feel love, and not only is there an order your relationships must follow (romantic/sexual partnership above all, then family, then friends) but the fact that other people HAVE to be your top priority. like even if you feel all kinds of attraction, if you dare put anything else above your relationships they consider you evil. god forbid you enjoy your hobbies more than being around your friends even though how much you care about something is completely outside of your control. it's the worst.

[rainingincale]

[fawcetttweets]

Sorry if this sounds rude, I don't mean it that way, but now that you found the dsmp fic you were searching for could you perhaps take it of the Fawcett tweets blog?

I'm glad you found the fic and if you need to use the boog this way again please do, it's just that dsmp gives bad vibes to some and this is such a good vibe blog that it's sad?

I don't know how to explain it properly, I have anxiety, sorry :(

Ah, I was a bit worried this would happen.

Warning for bad vibes in this post. I’m not very happy in this one.

This ask was pretty upsetting to get for many reasons, but I won’t get too into it because I don’t want to be rude and I’m afraid I may not be able to say what I want to without it coming across that way.

Though I try to stay positive, this is my blog and I don’t owe you ‘good vibes’. If you aren’t happy with seeing posts about certain topics, there is a way to block those tags. Please do that.

I understand that this wasn’t meant to be rude, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.