#personally speaking I’m torn between those two but….

[couldbebetterforsure]

I never tried this poll thing before and thought it’d be fun to try a couple! And what better way to start than with my current brainrot Jack Jeanne! I don’t think I ever saw polls asking about the favorite roles for the Quartz kids so I decided why not?

And what better way to start than with my girl Kisa?

[harrysfolklore]

omg i have a question for the bitchy carlos fic -

so nicole piastri came on red flags podcast recently and spoke about oscar and his childhood, what if there’s an au segment of her talking about older piastri & what would his reaction be

okay this turned out being way longer than intended bc i added the scene of carlos and nicole meeting bc why not, i hope i'm not annoying you with too much little bitch content, i'll promise i'll post for other drivers now READ LITTLE BITCH HERE

Host: "So, Nicole, we've heard a lot about Oscar's journey to F1, but what can you tell us about his relationship with his sister, YN? She has quite the personality online, doesn't she? Can you tell us about their relationship growing up?

Nicole:"Oh, those two. They've always had such a special bond. YN is a few years older than Oscar and yes, she's known as the Piastri who fights people online, but she's always been fiercely protective of him. From the moment YN first held Oscar as a baby, she appointed herself his protector. It was adorable and sometimes a bit much, but always came from a place of love.

Host: Can you give us an example?

Nicole: "When Oscar was about six and YN was maybe nine. Oscar had just started school and was having trouble making friends. He was quite shy back then, if you can believe it. One day, YN overheard some kids teasing Oscar in the playground."

Host: "Oh no, what happened?"

Nicole: "Well, YN marched right up to those boys and she told them off in no uncertain terms. She said, and I quote, 'My brother is going to be a famous race car driver one day, and you'll all be asking for his autograph. So you'd better be nice to him now!' The boys were so shocked they just stood there with their mouths open."

Host:"That's amazing! Did it help Oscar?"

Nicole: "It did, actually. Oscar was so impressed by his big sister standing up for him that it gave him a confidence boost. And you know what? Some of those boys ended up becoming his good friends. They still joke about YN's 'prophecy' coming true now that Oscar's in F1."

Host: "That's such a heartwarming story! It's clear YN has always been protective of Oscar. Now, speaking of relationships, we've heard that YN is dating Carlos Sainz. Can you tell us a bit about how that came to be?"

Nicole: "Oh, that's an interesting story! YN actually told us she was dating Carlos a while back, but we weren't surprised at all. We knew she liked him since that time in Singapore last year when our family visited. YN was trying so hard to act mad about Carlos' win, but it was obvious she was impressed."

Host: "So you had suspicions before they even got together?"

Nicole: "Absolutely! Even before that Singapore trip, YN used to go on these multiple rants about, in her words, 'this arrogant Spaniard' who kept pushing Oscar off track. She called him something I won't repeat but I'm pretty sure everyone knows it, it absolutely irritated her. But you know what? We all knew that deep down, she had a crush on him."

Host: "That's quite the turnaround! Have you met Carlos — as YN’s partner this time — yet?"

Nicole: "I haven’t, actually. I’m hoping to do that in Baku after the summer break. But I can see Carlos brings out a softer side of YN that we don't often see in public. Don't get me wrong, she's still fiercely stubborn and outspoken, but with Carlos, there's this gentleness that comes out. He seems to really understand and appreciate her passion, and he's not intimidated by her strong personality at all. In fact, he seems to admire it."

Host: "It sounds like they complement each other well. How has Oscar taken to their relationship?"

Nicole: "Oscar's been very supportive. I think he appreciates seeing his sister happy, and of course, it doesn't hurt that Carlos is someone he respects on the track. It's actually quite funny to see YN now, cheering for both Oscar and Carlos during races. She's always torn between wanting Oscar to win and not wanting Carlos to lose."

Host: "That's nice, Carlos sounds like quite the gentleman. Has YN picked up any Spanish since they started dating?"

Nicole: "Oh, that's actually a funny story. We love to tease YN about this. You see, she failed Spanish in high school - couldn't conjugate a verb to save her life. And now here she is, dating a Spaniard! Carlos has been trying to teach her, but let's just say it's a work in progress. She can now order a beer and ask where the bathroom is, so I suppose that's progress!"

Host: "That's hilarious! I'm sure she'll be fluent in no time."

Nicole: "Bless her, she's really trying. She's determined to have a full conversation with Carlos' parents in Spanish by the end of the year. We'll see how that goes!"

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username1 NICOLE PIASTRI IS THE MOMENT

username2 SLAY THE HOUSE BOOTS DOWN

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username3 IS SHE MEETING CARLOS ??

username4 oh i can’t wait to see our queen giving carlos a run for his money again

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↳ ynpiastri her favorite will always be yuki don’t even try it

↳ username1 HEEEELP

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↳ username2 I LOVE THEM 😭

oscarpiastri I’m ready, your boyfriend however…

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↳ ynpiastri leave him alone 😤😤

Baku had a special energy during race weekends. The tight streets and high-pressure atmosphere gave you a mixture of excitement and nerves, but today, the butterflies in your stomach had nothing to do with the Grand Prix. Instead, it was about the lunch you were about to have, where Carlos would meet your mom—officially, as your boyfriend this time.

You walked through the paddock with Carlos by your side, his hand wrapped around yours. Oscar was a few steps ahead, casually walking toward the hospitality area where no other than Nicole Piastri waited. She had met Carlos briefly before, like many of the other drivers, but this was different. He wasn’t just a name on the grid anymore—he was the man you were dating, and Carlos seemed to be nervous about the meeting.

"You think she likes me?" Carlos adjusted his hat for what felt like the hundredth time, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"Carlos, she’s going to love you," you couldn’t help but smile at his nerves, "She already does. But, you know... as a mum, she's entitled to give you a little hard time."

"That’s what I’m worried about," Carlos chuckled, but his smile was still tight, "I just want to make a good impression, you know?"

"You will," you assured him, squeezing his hand. "Just be yourself."

Oscar slowed down, overhearing your conversation and grinning like he already knew how this would play out. "Mum’s gonna grill you, mate," he teased, throwing a glance back at Carlos. "She’s been waiting for this."

"Not helping, Oscar," you muttered, giving your brother a playful shove. He just smirked, clearly enjoying himself.

When you finally reached the hospitality tent, your mom was already seated at a table, smiling warmly as she saw you all approach. She stood up to greet you, wrapping you in a familiar hug before turning to Carlos with that same welcoming smile—though you knew there was a glint of mischief behind it.

“Carlos, it’s so good to see you again,” she greeted, shaking his hand.

"It’s great to see you too, Mrs. Piastri," Carlos said, his polite smile fixed on his face. His Spanish charm was dialed up a notch, but you could still feel the slight tension in his grip as he held your hand.

“Please, call me Nicole,” she said, taking her seat again. “I’m not that formal, especially not with my daughter’s boyfriend.”

As you all settled into your seats, you couldn't help but notice the amused glances Oscar and your mom were exchanging. You knew that look—they were up to something.

"So," Nicole began, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "how long have you two been together again?"

You glanced at Carlos, who seemed to relax a bit as he answered, "About two months officially, right, cariño?"

You nodded, but before you could add anything, your mom raised an eyebrow. "And unofficially?"

"Mum!" you said as you felt your cheeks heat up.

Oscar, who had taken a seat across from you, let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the show. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching the dynamic unfold.

"That’s what I thought," she teased, making Oscar let out a loud laugh.

You felt your face grow even hotter as your mom's implications hung in the air. Carlos, to his credit, managed to maintain his composure, though you noticed a slight redness creeping up his neck.

"Well," Carlos cleared his throat, his accent a bit thicker than usual, "I think it's safe to say we've known each other for quite some time now."

"Oh, I remember. You two weren't exactly friendly at first, were you?"

"That's putting it mildly, Mum," Oscar snorted, "Remember the time she came home absolutely fuming after a race? She was ranting about 'that little bi—'"

"Oscar!" you cut him off, "We don't need to relive that."

Carlos squeezed your hand under the table, clearly amused. "No, please, I'd love to hear about this."

"Oh mate, you should've heard her," Oscar spoke again, "'Carlos this, Carlos that.' I swear, she talked about you more when she hated you than she does now."

"I did not!" you protested, but your brother's knowing smirk told you he wasn't buying it.

"It's true," your mum added, her eyes dancing with laughter. "I remember thinking, 'This girl protests too much.' I had a feeling even then that all that anger was hiding something else."

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. "I can't believe this is happening."

Carlos wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "It's okay, hermosa. I love to hear these stories."

You looked up at him, seeing the warmth in his eyes. It was hard to believe that those same eyes had once glared at you across the paddock.

Nicole smiled, watching the two of you with that familiar mom look—part teasing, part proud. "Well, now look at you. I guess all that bickering was just a cover-up for how much you liked each other."

"You’ve gone soft," Oscar rolled his eyes dramatically. "I kinda miss the days when you’d call each other names."

"Don’t worry," you muttered, giving Carlos a playful glare. "He’s still a little bitch sometimes."

Carlos laughed, his arm tightening around you as he kissed the top of your head. "And you’re still my favorite enemy turned girlfriend."

Your mom let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back in her chair. "I knew it all along."

[the-midnight-blooms]

ꜱɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ

pairing: husband!jeong yunho x wife!reader

AU: hanahaki au

word count: 2.4k

ATEEZ as angst tropes series:

Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho

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Trope: Unrequited Love

Dear Yunho,

I hope this letter find you well, whether you open it now or decades later when you sit at my grave. Perhaps you’ve married again, and another child sits in your arms- I'll never truly know how much I mean to you.

Whoever had said falling in love was a blessing had clearly never fallen in love with the wrong person in their life. Such an astute claim that was. Falling in love was one the worst things that could have ever happened to me, especially since the deadly case of Hanahaki was up for grabs.

I will not sugar-coat it, I love you as dearly as if you are mine. I love you as if I can have you. I love you as if I am entitled to you. I always have, and will until I am torn apart by this wretched illness.

Perhaps she had acted too resistant in the face of love. Acting like it was a sin for women on a dark path, yet at night she dreamed that in the dead of a void her lover would crawl to her and ensnare her in his arms. Pepper her with gentle kisses and unbroken stares. Perhaps that was the reason why Yunho had first been warded away from her, taking on many lovers. Always rushing back to her to tell her how perfect each woman was, how he cherished them, fixing onto their smile, their eyes, their beauty unparalleled. There was something about them that made his heart swoon and something about her that rebuked him.

“Then who will hold you at night, when you are so lonely that you cannot even comfort yourself?” He asked her one evening, sat under a great oak tree heads on each other shoulders; the action itself burning her heart- how she wished he wanted her the same way she wanted him. You. Will you not hold me? Will you not shield from the terrors of this world that I am so frightened against?

He had come to her in the torpidity of the night, finally, heart yearning as he realised that where he should have spoken aloud his lovers name, he said hers. Where his lover should have been soaring through his dreams, carrying his child, plastering kisses all over his face, running down the sand on the crust of the roaring sea; it was her.

"Yunho? What's wrong?" With watery eyes he stared down at her, body wracking with sobs.

"It's you. You're all I have ever wanted."

Who should I blame for being so devoted to you? I can’t blame myself, I’m sorry. It hurts too much and already the bronchi of my lungs have been replaced with the sturdy branches of a willow tree. Flowers now bloom on the membrane of cells, tissues all compressed between saccharine petals. You may laugh at my poetry but you adored it once. After all, once our souls were bound in holy matrimony, did I not gift you a poem every anniversary? Did you not read those words aloud me under the cover of the night, as if it was your soul speaking to me and not I?

An ecru, vintage radio sat perched upon the wooden worktop, in an equally old kitchen on the outskirts of the country. Just two miles below, down the grassy hilltop lead to the sea-the rush of the tides blanketing the sand, drawing it towards the deep. Delicate waves enveloped each other, producing a cacophony of sounds that drowned out the hum of the radio. The humidity of the kitchen suffocated her, as the flames of the oven whispered to the baked good blemishing it with a golden-brown that would soon prompt her to pull it from the rack. Wandering to the front porch, she followed her lover's figure saunter up the hill-his pace increasing as she opened her arms out for him. Swooping her up from the ground, he spun her around in the air-his tight grip central around her waist. A shriek escaped from her lips as he did so. Gently, he put her down, the couple laughing synchronously as she dragged him into the kitchen. Flopping down onto the chair, Yunho went straight to the radio-sitting on top of the worktop, fiddling with its button an array of tunes inbounding the pale kitchen walls. Settling upon a popular Latin song, he got off the countertop- beginning to sway his hips to the music. When his movements became much more faster and fluid, she could not help but erupt in a fit of laughter. He reached out for her hands, enamouring her hands within his.

"You know I can't dance." He laughed, recalling the memory where she almost tripped on her wedding dress in front of a crowd of people gawking at them during the first dance. Turning the dial, he rested his hands on her waist gazing down at her. Resting her chin on his chest she peered up at him with her own doe eyes. Remaining in each other arms as the world swept by, wind rushing in from the window lace curtain fluttering in the breeze. A sweet smell drove out from the oven, she hastily pried herself from his embrace grabbing the tea towel.

"What have you got in the oven?" he pondered, as she went to her knees opening the oven door. A small smirk formed on her lips. He looked over her shoulder. "Buns?" Holding back giggles, she composed herself before looking up at him with a deadpan face nodding dubiously.

"Interesting choice. I thought you were baking a cake. Never mind, these are nice." He rambled as she flipped over the buns onto the wire rack, leaving them to cool. "How long were they in the oven for?" He winced slightly as he tried to reach for one, sharply retracting his hand away as the hot surface lacerated his finger.

"About four-five weeks." He gave her a confused look, as she turned around meandering to the living room. Five weeks? He looked back at the buns. He knew croissants often took three days to make, but five weeks for buns? As if a switch had flicked in his head, he stuck his head in the living room doorway.

"We have a bun in the oven?" Nodding, he swept her off the floor like a bride, spinning her around in his arms as if she weighed nothing to him. "WE HAVE A BUN IN THE OVEN!"

You may have once told me you adored me, but you no longer do now.

She recalled staring down at the loose petal of a bright pink dicentra flower in her fingers, blood splattered across the crystal white sink in her bathroom. A strangling sensation fulfilled her throat, slumping onto the lid of the toilet seat. Beads of sweat formed across her forehead, the cogs in her brain stopping for a split second as fatigue gnawed at her. The pounding on the bathroom door startled her, shoving the pink petal in her pocket- she opened the tap using her fingers to scrub away the splatter of her blood that remained on the sink. Looking down she found her niece peering up at her with her wide eyes and an innocent face, her little lips lightly gaped as she took in her auntie's dishevelled state. Lifting up her niece in her arms, she pecked her chubby cheeks a giggle eructed from her as she walked into her bedroom. Yunho sat on the edge of the bed, taking off his work tie a sheepish smile of his face. Nari's short arms held out for her uncle, in a disinterested manner Yunho took her from his wife's hold, lazily entertaining his niece.

"You could at least pretend to be happy when you play with Nari." His wife taunted, late at night in a hushed tone as her niece fell into a deep slumber.

"She's not my child, I don't see why." A loud thud echoed in the room as he dropped his phone onto the night stand.

"Yunho." she snapped, eyebrows furrowed in anger. He never was like this, something had happened after her miscarriage. Like a lever had been pulled, refiguring his kind-hearted nature into a malicious monster. It struck her heart with fear, that now that she could not give him a child-he longer wanted her. "She is still a baby, how would you like it if someone did that to your child?"

"I wouldn't know. I don't have one, do I?" As if a blow had been struck against her, she rolled her body in the opposite direction, in the bed, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. Why are you holding it against me? She wanted to say. A deep sigh escaped from his lips, he indolently patted his wife's shoulder as if it would compensate for the damage ensued by his apathy. Erupting in a harsh fit of coughs, a current of petals flew from her mouth blessing the earth beneath.

To ask me stop loving you is like asking for the earth to stop orbiting the sun. To ask me is to tell me to stop breathing. Oh my darling, my lover divine, I wish I could. No matter what I do, you won’t love me back. So I plead of you to acknowledge my suffering. To know that others may blame you for the way you taunted me. Because I never meant anything more to you than someone to fill your lonely nights when nobody else wanted you.

Over the subsequent months, her health had deteriorated significantly which had not gone unnoticed by her husband. Her eyes had sunken into its pockets, painted by dark circles highlighting the restless nights where the pain denied her sleep.

"You never told me what the doctor said." Nailing her eyes to the chopping board, the knife cut fluently down at the fruit sweeping it up in a plastic container. She hadn't told Yunho, it was Hanahaki. Neither could she forget the pitying look in the doctor's eyes when she revealed it to her. A married woman suffering from Hanahaki? Just how cruel could the world get?

"They're just running some blood tests. They haven't got back to me on the results, it's probably nothing. If it was important they would have called me." Yunho frowned, as he put his lunchbox in his bag. Walking with him to the foyer, he kissed her forehead before leaving to walk to his car parked on the drive way. The pain in her chest alleviated but not so much that she did not sink to knees when the car pulled out from the driveway heaving for air as she felt her lungs being pierced by the abrasive bark of a tree.

Where petals had drifted out of her mouth, flowers now bloomed. For one evening, Yunho came back home from work finding his wife draped over their shared bed- lips shrouded with petals. flowers at her neck. Concerned he shook her awake, with bleary eyes she sat up fingers pressing into her temples. Lifting up the petals with his slender fingers, he stared at her with a questioning look he only hoped she'd catch. Though no words had left her, she did not know what to say. He was not supposed to find out like this.

"I have Hanahaki disease, Yunho." she breathed out, her coarse voice prescient. An spectral silence befell amongst the couple, what else was there to say? The situation spoke for itself. "I just want to know, at what point in our lives did you stop loving me?"

“I didn’t know that I had fallen out of in love with you, because I still feel comfort when you’re there." He spoke slowly, a desperate attempt at piecing together the right words as he tried to come to terms with the fact he was the one who had caused her poor condition. "Sometimes I only feel myself entitled to breath when I look at you.” As if that was the cure, a declaration of love-those menial words that had put her in this position in the first place.

“Then why am I dying? Why is this disease tearing me apart? You’re killing me, Yunho.”

“Don’t say that.” He shook his head profusely, tears brimming at the front of his perfect eyes. "Don't say that, please." Her husband begged, pressing his palm to his lips to prevent the grievous dissonance of his sobbing.

“What else would you like me to say? That I am the disloyal one? And I am in love with another who cannot love me back? Be fucking realistic, I have been in love with you a lot longer than you have been in love with me.” Her body trembled with the cold, her own tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn't try to hold back the distressing sound as he had. Leaning her head back on the headboard. "What about me disgusted you? What about me made me so unworthy of your love?"

"I wanted a child." Grabbing the pillow, she plundered it against his head as hard as she could. Lunging at him, the collar of his shirt balled up into fists, his slender body oscillating back and forth as she screamed out her soul.

"It's not my fault I cannot conceive! If you had known that before marriage would you have never married me? Would you have never loved me? Is that all a woman means to you? A machine to give birth, or an object to satisfy your desires?" Letting go off his shirt, she subsided into the silk pillows bawling to her heart's content. "Leave Yunho." His breath hitched in his throat. Soundlessly, he got up from the bed trudging towards the doorway, glistening pearls dropping from his porcelain face. He stopped, turning around with a pleading look.

"Leave and if you come back to me- tell me it is because you love me. So much so that it is the ailment to this disease.”

When you did not come back to tell me you loved me, it almost certified the fact that you really had fallen out of in love with me. Perhaps it is better to die than to live a life of solitude, for every day I live I can feel my heart rupturing at the mere sight of you. I wish you find someone to love as much as I love you.

So, one last time before the Angel of Death takes my breath away and draws my soul out of my body: I love you, Jeong Yunho. I love you so much that I have died in your name. I love you so much that if I was given a choice to relive this life again, I would. No matter the pain, no matter the heartache, I would live this life again. All for you.

Sincerely, Yours.

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A/N: i feel like yunho + unrequited love is such a fitting trope for him? Yunho doing the salsa literally came from me and @n0v4t33z talking about how his hips don't lie. ALSO AS A BRIT BUNS ARE CUPCAKES!! when i first heard about 'bun in the oven' i didn't know it was a teacake (burger bun), but i made it one for this fic.

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[ohbo-ohno]

You ever think about Soaps mohawk getting too untidy (because it can't get too long, the longer it is the better Simon can grab it and throw Johnny around with) and Simon taking him to the hair dresser? Only it's not a hair dresser but a dog beauty lounge? And the owners are not specialized on humans and they weren't expecting a human. But no one says no to Ghost so they proceed and Johnny gets a complete wash and everything. He looks really pretty after but he was so humiliated by it that he goes into the crate voluntarily to curl up and cry once they are back on base. Doesn't help that people keep commenting on how much better it looks and are asking about the address for the hair dresser.

Also, just speaking for myself here, I adore seeing people become an insane rambling mess about the things they are insane about. Doesn't even need a red string or context. So if you ever put your thoughts on Clicker training Soap online, there would be at least one avid reader just begging for those crumbs.

you just GET ME oh my god. im always torn between two soap's - soap who is so freaky and kinky that he would let ghost do literally anything to him and enjoy it, and soap is only does what ghost tells him because he's got a massive crush but he's absolutely humiliated and upset during all of it. the first feels more accurate to his character, the second is more fun to write lmao

wrote a quick drabble for this but i changed it so the groomers knew there was a person coming instead of a dog <3 it's extra humiliation if they treat johnny the same way ghost does

cw: noncon puppy play, referenced public humiliation (btw if you want more stuff in this little universe - one, two, three)

“You still poutin’?”

Johnny squeezes his eyes shut, just barely resists the urge to snap his teeth and growl. He knows that would only feed into Ghost’s goddamn delusion that he’s a fucking dog.

Jesus. His scalp still stings from the rough treatment of the barber- the groomer. The bastard had locked a muzzle over his face while Ghost held him down, and as much as he’d tried he hadn’t been able to speak through the damn thing. Speak or bite. 

He would’ve fought but… well, Ghost gave him that look before he left. That “if you don’t obey me, there’ll be hell to pay” look. And Ghost has only gotten meaner in the months they’ve been together now - the walks, the fucking house training… Soap doesn’t even want to think of what he might try next.

So Ghost had given him a look, grabbed him by the chin and said “Be good, pup. You’ll get a treat if you can behave, alright? Don’t embarrass me.” and Johnny hadn’t been brave enough to ignore him.

Fuck. Even now, it doesn’t quite feel real. His breath hitches as he remembers the strict gloves Ghost had given him to wear, how they don’t let him do anything with his fingers because they’re held so tight. He still wears them now, and the forced paw shape of his hand keeps his head fuzzy.

He wants to whine. He almost wants to cry. Mostly he wants to bite Ghost until the bastard bleeds.

“C’mon,” Ghost grunts, taking one hand from the wheel and patting Johnny roughly on the head. He combs his fingers through the freshly cut mohawk, almost fixing it so it’s neater. “You look real good, pup. Needed to get your bitch strap straightened up for a while now.”

“Don’t-” Johnny takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and blinks down at his hands - his hands, not his paws - where they rest in his lap. “Don’t call it that.”

He thinks for a minute that Simon’s going to say something worse, lock his hand in Johnny’s hair and tug until he whines, shove him down to his cock, do something. But his hand stays soft, stroking down and tightly gripping the back of his neck. Not suffocating, not mean, almost… secure. Comforting. A weight that says relax, I’m here. 

“Alright, puppy. Been a tough day for you, huh? We can pretend you’re a person, think of it as a treat for bein’ good at the groomers.”

Johnny whines, curling into himself at his own sound. His hands are sweaty in the gloves, and he wants to dig his nails into his thighs, hope that the little pinpricks of pain wake him up enough to tear Ghost a new asshole. 

But he can’t do that. His fingers are stuck folded in half, totally useless. So he takes a deep breath, and tries not to fully float away.

Eventually the car slows to a stop, and Ghost tugs the key out of the ignition. They sit in silence for a moment, and Soap can feel Ghost staring at the side of his head, but he refuses to look. He doesn’t want to look at Ghost right now, doesn’t want to see his expression.

“Alright,” Simon says quietly, giving Johnny’s nape a tight squeeze before letting you go. “I think you need a nap, pup. Let’s get you inside.”

Ghost gets out, Soap doesn’t. He stays in his seat, staring at his hands, until the door opens next to him and Simon reaches over his body to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“C’mon now, out.”

Johnny doesn’t move. He feels Ghost’s massive hand wrap around his elbow, tug him toward the door, but he leans his weight the other direction.

He doesn’t want to get out of the car. He knows, logically, that no one on base will be able to tell what happened, where Simon took him. But he’ll know, and that’s enough shame to make him never want to leave the car.

Ghost sighs, annoyed, from beside him. “You rather I get your leash?”

Johnny flinches, and he lets himself be tugged by the elbow at the next pull on his arm. His eyes never lift past Ghost’s chest as he keeps his head ducked, heat coloring his cheeks when the door closes behind him.

“Johnny,” Ghost says quietly, hand nudging his head up. “Head up, pup. You look real pretty, don’t you want to show off?”

Johnny flinches, but he lifts his head like Ghost urges. He’s scared of what he’ll see in Simon’s eyes - that gleam he gets when Johnny’s particularly humiliated is always hard to swallow - but all he sees is… is pride.

God, it’s getting hard to breathe. Every breath feels punched out of him, every breath in like glass in his lungs. 

“There you are.” Ghost chucks him under the chin, jerking his head up a little further. “Pretty thing. Certainly got my money’s worth.”

Johnny’s only comfort is that his eyes are dry - well, that and the warmth of Ghost’s hand. No matter how angry he is at the bastard, he can’t help but always want more of his touch.

“Inside now. Come.”

The sharp tone, the one word command, goes right over Johnny’s head. He follows Ghost - on his right, one step behind, like he’d been taught (trained) - and keeps his eyes forward, not looking at anyone else on base.

The halls are busy, like they always are during the day, but Soap doesn’t let himself be distracted. He keeps his eyes forward, and only focuses on Ghost.

He tells himself no one else knows, that no one else could possibly know.

“Hey, Soap!” Gaz calls out, leaning out of a meeting room and waving at him. “Looking sharp, mate!”

Johnny’s heart feels like it’s about the beat out of his chest. He wants to scream. He wants to puke.

He looks up at Ghost where the other man has turned around, raising an eyebrow at where he’s stopped in the middle of the hallway.

Johnny opens his mouth to speak, but only manages a quiet whine. Thankfully it’s too loud for anyone else in the hallway to hear (hopefully), but his cheeks still flush red at the animal sound.

Ghost only smirks and turns around to keep walking.

“Heel, Johnny. Don’t wander, you can sniff all you want later.”

Johnny takes a deep breath, and he follows Ghost.

It only takes a few more minutes for them to make it to Ghost’s room, and Johnny feels near collapse.

He’s… frustrated with himself. He’s got no idea why he’s so affected by what happened, why it feels so impossible to get past. Ghost has done worse to him, made him do worse. 

But something about the way the groomer had looked at him… a complete stranger, looking at him and treating him the same way Ghost does. He knows that if Ghost had left, he would’ve sunk into a panic attack. He knows it’s Simon’s own twisted version of mercy, not leaving him alone.

The relief he feels when the door closes behind him nearly sends him to his knees. Ghost’s heavy hand on his shoulder does.

He doesn’t even have it in him to be upset at Ghost’s presumption. He feels better on his knees these days, anyway.

“To your crate, puppy, go on.”

He listens, crawling to the quilt-covered crate in the corner of the room. Neither of them speak as Ghost opens the door, the only sound a soft hum when Johnny crawls in.

“Gimme your paw, pup. Don’t want you sleeping in those gloves.”

Johnny whines, but listens, and gives Ghost his paw to take the gloves off. He instantly feels better, and makes a soft sound that he hopes is thankful as he stretches his fingers out, laying them flat against the blankets.

“There ya go,” Ghost hums, closing the door and laying the quilt over all but the front of the crate. “I’ll wake you up in a few hours, alright pup? Don’t want you to miss your walk.”

Johnny shudders as Ghost walks away, and closes his eyes tight. He tries to wipe all memories of the day away, focusing instead on the better times with Ghost.

Eventually he drifts off to thoughts of laying together while watching a football game, shared meals in loud pubs, quiet nights in after hard missions. He thinks of Ghost, strong and solid and unfaltering, and he sinks into sleep.

[alwaysonthemend]

Author’s Note: I have FINALLY finished this fic that I started freaking forever ago. So sorry for the long wait. Life is crazy and unfortunately, I cannot prioritize writing smut over my other responsibilities as a person who works full time AND is suffering through college. Either way, I hope ya’ll enjoy! Sorry for any typos/mistakes. There’s probably more than usual because I was just trying to get this fic done as soon as possible since I have the time. 

Content Warnings: Fem!reader, m x f x m threesome (no slash), oral (m and f rec.), cussing, dirty talk, minor spit and cum play, slapping (like a lil bit), I think that’s it?. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI 

Word Count: 6072

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You have no excuse, really, for the way your eyes linger on him sometimes – like you can’t look away no matter how much you know you should. You’re happy with Jake, happier than you’ve ever been in other relationships. He more than satisfies you in bed and otherwise, and you truly have no idea why your thoughts wander the way they do towards your boyfriend’s best friend. It fills you with guilt – sometimes so overwhelming you can hardly look at either of them. And no matter how hard you try, that itch just won’t seem to go away. An itch for what? You’re not entirely sure. All you know is that it’s there, and that one of these days it’s going to drive you completely crazy. And a part of you welcomes the idea. 

Now, for instance, is one of those moments when you can’t peel your eyes away from him, eyes transfixed on the way his muscles ripple and flex deliciously with each movement – mercilessly pounding into his drum kit in a way that makes your mouth water. 

Your focus is torn, one half of you completely in awe as you watch Jake up there on that stage, thrusting his hips into his beloved guitar and as he allows his face to twist and contort into expressions that should be reserved for the bedroom. Sweat drips from him and his hair is stringy and wild, and the sight makes your thighs clench with need. 

But then you see him – just out of the corner of your eye, and you have to look. He’s sweaty too, and the power of his body makes your mouth run dry. Every movement is meticulous, effortlessly carrying the band and keeping everyone on pace while also delivering chest-rumbling beats that make you feel absolutely awash with need. You allow yourself to watch him for a moment longer, biting your lip between your teeth as heat washes over you – engulfing you with arousal and want. 

From your spot in the pit, you can see both of them so clearly. And, either fortunately or unfortunately for you, Jake can see you clearly, too. You cut your eyes from Danny quickly and lock eyes with him. Instantly, you can feel your cheeks flush as Jake quirks an eyebrow at you. Wanting to act as normal as possible in the hopes that he dismisses what he just saw, you give him a smile and an encouraging nod of your head. He smiles back before shifting his focus back to his performance. You breathe a sigh of relief, shoulders untensing as he turns away. 

The rest of the show goes off beautifully, and before you know it Jake is whisking you away to his dressing room to relieve the post-show adrenaline – something that’s become a bit of a tradition for the two of you. 

“Fuck, baby.” He mutters in your ear, pressing into you from behind as he pushes your chest into the wall. His lips hover just above your ear and you can feel his hot breath on you as he speaks. “I’m so fucking hard right now.” 

He’s not lying – you can feel his hard length where it’s pressing into your ass. You wiggle your hips, grinding down on him a little before you answer. 

“How could it not be after fucking your guitar on stage for hours on end?”

Jake growls and spins you around, using one arm to press into your chest. He’s got his free hand pressed into the wall, caging you in. He’s sweaty and the heat rolls off him in waves as he stares at you – a fire ablaze in his eyes. 

“You got a problem with the way I fuck my guitar?” 

You shake your head ‘no,’ a fresh wave of slick flooding your panties just at the thought of the things he does to that poor instrument. 

“Didn’t think so.” He attaches his lips to yours in a bruising kiss as he slots his thigh between your legs, pressing the thick muscle into your aching core. 

You whine and rock your hips against him, desperate for relief. 

“Jake. Fuck!” You whine, letting your head fall back with a thud against the wall behind you as he leaves searing kisses down your throat. 

Jake reaches a hand downwards, unzipping your skirt and pushing it off you. The fabric pools around your ankles and you whine as he cups your clothed pussy. 

“So desperate for it already?” He asks with a cocksure grin, pulling the soiled fabric of your panties halfway down your thighs before swiping a calloused finger through your folds. He plunges one talented finger inside of you, pumping in and out as his thumb rubs tight circles over your swollen clit. 

Breathless and needy moans fall from your lips like prayers, and part of you worries about others hearing you – but you can’t for the life of you hold the sounds in as he plays your pussy like you’re his guitar, effortlessly coaxing the sounds out of you. 

“You’re soaked, pretty girl.” He breathes out, rocking his own hips forward as he listens to the sounds you’re making. He adds another finger, curling them deliciously inside of you as he finds that special place that only he can. “All this for me?”

“All for you, Jake.” You stutter out through moans, spreading your legs as much as you can. His arm pressing against you is the only thing keeping you upright. 

“It’s not though, is it?” 

Your eyes spring open to stare at him, icy panic washing over you. His fingers don’t stop, but he’s pinning you with a look you can’t decipher. 

“What-what do you mean?” You ask him, fighting to get the words out as he presses his thumb harder against your clit. 

“I’m not blind, baby. I see the way you watch our sweet Daniel when you think I’m not looking.” 

Your eyes widen comically as your breath catches in your throat. Stunned, you say nothing as you stare at him. 

Jake rolls his eyes at you, pulling his fingers from your weeping cunt and sucking them into his mouth. He moans around them before releasing them with a wet pop. 

“Don’t act all coy now.” He says, stepping back from you to slip his jacket off before unbuttoning his suit pants and stepping out of them, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers. 

You want to admire the tan, sweaty expanse of skin that lies before you, but the panic and fear is clouding your mind. 

“I watched you tonight… watching him and biting your lip the way you do when you’re horny.” Jake tells you, palming his hard cock through his boxers. 

You’re watching him with wide eyes, completely at a loss for what to say or do. You’ve never felt more exposed than you do right now: in nothing but your bra, your skirt and panties pooled around your ankles, and your deepest darkest secret being spoken about as if it’s nothing. Jake must sense your fear, as he closes the distance between the two of you. 

“It’s okay, baby.” He assures you, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand – the softness of the gesture completely out of place in such a situation. It soothes you nonetheless. “I don’t mind it.” 

Your eyes widen as he pulls his boxers down, allowing his hard cock to spring completely free. The tip is flushed with arousal, and pearly drops of precum glisten on his tip. 

He holds his palm up to you, just below your chin. 

“Spit.” He commands, and you open your mouth and allow a string of drool to pool in his hand. “Good girl.” He says, wrapping his fist around his cock as he begins to pump himself with long, languid strokes, flicking his wrist every so often as his palm passes over the head.  

“Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me what you think about when you stare at him.” 

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, nerve endings ablaze with arousal and fear – a delicious combination, if you’re being totally honest. Jake is looking at you like a tiger watches its prey, and his heaving chest and lust-blown eyes spur you on to speak. 

“I think about how strong he is.” You finally say, voice so quiet it’s almost a whisper. “I think about his shoulders… about how he could pick me up with so little effort – if he really wanted to.”

“Yeah?” Jake asks, groaning as you speak, hand working over himself quickly. “What else? I’m sure there’s more.” 

“I imagine him fucking me.” You admit, cheeks so hot it feels like you’re melting. “I imagine you both fucking me.” 

“Fuckin’ hell, baby.” He moans, stopping his strokes and pressing in impossibly closer to you.

All you can do is watch, back pressed up against the wall, as he guides the velvety head of his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness and spreading it over himself. 

He taps your thighs, signalling for you to jump. You comply, wrapping your legs around his hips as he holds you to him, using his body weight to press your back into the wall to keep you upright. 

“You imagine both of us? Worshipping this pretty, pink pussy?”

You nod, biting your lip as he finally slips his length inside of you, burying himself to the hilt as he groans deeply. 

You grip his shoulders with both hands, steadying yourself as he begins to piston his hips into you. You toss your head back and moan loudly at the feeling of him filling you so perfectly. 

“What if I told you that I’d like that very much?” He asks you, pressing his face close to you so that you’re almost kissing. 

“You would?’ You ask between pants, feeling the coil in your belly beginning to tighten. 

“So much, baby.” He grunts, voice thick and husky with lust. “I imagine the noises you’d make as we both take care of you. You’d be helpless… completely lost to the pleasure of having us both at your mercy.”

You whine at his words, and he grunts when you clench around him. 

“You know what else I’ve imagined, sweet girl?” 

“W-what have you imagined, Jake?” You can barely speak, mind foggy with pleasure as he pounds into you so hard – you know your back will be bruised tomorrow, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. 

“I imagine how pretty you’d look with your lips wrapped around his cock.” 

Without warning, your orgasm crashes through you – you practically scream as you finish, and wave upon wave of pleasure courses through your entire body. Suddenly, Jake pulls his length from you, feverishly stroking his cock before he finishes, painting his hand and your belly with his release. 

As you come down from your high, your mind is left reeling at what Jake just admitted – and of your own reaction to it. Jake brings his hand up to your mouth and you obediently lap up his release, moaning at the salty taste of him. Once you’re finished, he falls to his knees – licking through your folds to clean up your own release and his cum that covers your lower belly. He goes slowly, careful to not overstimulate your sensitive clit. If you were in a better state of mind, the action would have surely sent you spiralling into lust all over again. 

Once he rises, the two of you just stare at each other. You have no idea what you’re supposed to say now. 

“Baby,” Jake says sweetly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “if this is really something you want, I want to make it happen for you.” 

“Is this something you want?” You ask him in place of giving your answer. 

“I already told you how I feel about it, baby. It’s up to you.” 

“I don’t know, Jake…” You start, shaking your head and biting your lip. “We haven’t even talked to Danny about all this and-”

“Actually I kind of already have.” 

That draws you up short, and your jaw drops open in shock. 

“What?” 

“Yeah, I- um.” He scratches the back of his neck – the way he does when he’s nervous, and you can practically see the trepidation in his eyes. He’s afraid you’re angry. 

“I’m not angry, Jake.” You soothe him, grabbing his hand in yours and running your thumb over the back of his hand. “Just shocked. And a little embarrassed.” 

He gives you a soft smile at that – so very different from how things had been just moments before in the heat of passion and lust. 

“Don’t be. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Danny is more than willing… if you decide you want this.” 

You nod, mulling over his words for a moment. This all feels like a dream – a terrible, wonderful dream that you never thought would come true. But apparently it can come true… if you really want it to. And you do – so badly, you want it to come true. 

“Okay.” You finally breathe out, feeling like a weight has suddenly been lifted from your shoulders. 

“Okay as in yes?” 

“Okay as in yes.” You confirm, and a lovely smile spreads across his face – the one that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle in the cutest way. 

“I told him that I’d text him when we got back to our hotel room and he said he’d be there. And if I don’t text him, it’ll be like this discussion never happened.” Jake tells you, pulling his suit pants back up before retrieving his jacket from the floor and slipping it on. 

“I want you to text him, then.” You say, pulling up your skirt and panties. Jake hands you your top from the floor, and you slip it over your head. 

“We have the whole ride back. Think about it and then we’ll decide once we actually get to the room. How’s that sound?” 

Your chest warms at him – suddenly overcome with his thoughtfulness surrounding this whole situation. Clearly, he wants this to be your choice, completely unrushed and uninfluenced by anything other than your own want and desire. 

You nod, and the two of you gather your things and head to the car. 

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“I’ve decided.” You tell Jake, as the two of you enter your shared hotel room. You flick on the light and turn to look at him. 

He doesn’t say anything – merely inclining his head towards you, signalling for you to continue. 

“I want you to text Danny.” 

A smirk tugs at his lips as he whips his phone from his pocket. You watch as his fingers tap quickly across the screen, notifying Danny of your decision. 

“I knew you had it in you, babe.” 

He grabs your shoulders, guiding you gently over to the king size bed in the middle of the room. 

“Do you wanna undress now or wait until he gets here?” 

You think for a moment, weighing the options. 

“Now.” 

“Okay. Do you also want me to undress with you? Would that make you feel more comfortable?” 

“I think so.”

“Okay.” 

The two of you undress slowly – it feels like the calm before a wonderful storm. You can’t help but watch him as he undresses, affection and thankfulness washing over you. This is uncharted territory for you, and he’s making it as smooth as he possibly can for you. You can’t imagine that there are many men out there that are as attentive as he is in a situation like this. 

Once you’re bare, you climb into the bed. You lean back into the plush pillows, attempting to soothe your nerves. Jake crawls up next to you, placing a soft but insistent kiss on your lips. He smooths his hands over your thighs, rubbing up and down them lightly. 

“Just relax, sweet girl.” He murmurs into the skin of your neck. “We’ll take good care of you.” 

You smile, nerves still there but beginning to melt away. 

“I know you will.” 

A knock at the door makes you jump, and Jake’s grip on your thigh tightens a little. He looks at you, giving you one last moment to back out. 

You don’t want to. Not after wanting this for so long and thinking it impossible. You give him one single nod, and he smiles at you in return. 

“It’s unlocked!” Jake calls. 

The door opens, revealing a nervous looking Danny in nothing but his white stage pants. His chest is bear, allowing you to admire the sight before you freely. He closes the door behind him and locks it – sealing you into your fate. 

“Hey.” He says, giving you a lopsided smile. 

“Hi.” Your voice is quiet, timid. He notices. 

“Are you sure this is okay, Y/n? I don’t want you to feel pressured-” 

“I’m sure.” You interrupt him, sitting up a little to look at him more clearly. You look at Jake, who’s sitting quietly – letting you take control of this. “I promise you I’m sure.” 

“Okay. Good.” You can physically see his shoulders relax. 

“Strip and come over here.” You tell him, slightly shocked at the confident tone that falls out of you – you’re not sure where it came from, but you try to embrace the feeling. 

He follows your orders, stripping to nothing but his boxers before walking over to the side of the bed. You can see the outline of his cock through the fabric, big and half-hard. 

“Everything.” You order again, leaning back into the pillows. 

He hooks his fingers into the waistband before tugging them down and kicking them off, exposing his cock to your hungry eyes, He’s big – as you always assumed he’d be. 

“Spread your legs for me, baby.” Jake mutters, finally breaking his silence. You turn to look at him, noting the way his pupils are blown so wide his eyes almost look black. “Let him see how pretty this pussy is.” 

You’re stunned for a moment at his brazen words, but you quickly comply with his order. You allow your knees to fall apart, exposing your glistening cunt to the two gorgeous men in front of you. 

You watch as Danny’s eyes widen and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. His dick stands at full attention, and his hands flex at his sides. 

“Gorgeous isn’t she?” Jake asks Danny, who can only nod his confirmation at the sight of you. 

His reaction fills you with courage, and you bring your own hand down to swipe it through your folds, feeling the wetness there. Danny lets out a breathless little noise. 

“She tastes so sweet – sweeter than fucking candy.” Jake says, eyeing your hand as you begin to circle your finger over your clit. “Want a taste?”

“God yes.” Danny sighs, and the bed dips as he climbs in alongside you and Jake. He settles between your thighs, eyes locked onto yours for a moment. You give him a nod and he turns his head to Jake, silently asking for permission. 

“Go ahead, Dan. Make her feel good. She deserves it.”

That’s all he needs. You pull your hand away as Danny dives in, licking a long stripe from your slit all the way to your clit. You whine and toss your head back at the feeling. 

“Fuck, you do taste good.” He admits into your heat. 

“Told you.” Jake tells him, and you can hear the cocksure smile in his voice. 

Suddenly, Danny’s tongue slips into you, drawing a loud moan from you as he fucks into you with his tongue. Your legs tremble and you clench your eyes shut at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure washing over you. 

Without warning, Jake attaches his lips to your nipple – suckling and biting it the way he knows drives you crazy. 

You fist your left hand in the sheets, and your other tangles in Danny’s curls as he fucks into mercilessly with his tongue. Loud moans, high-pitched and desperate, fall from your lips. Mixed calls of both Jake and Danny’s names as Danny skillfully leads you to the edge. 

Jake kisses over to your other nipple, biting down harshly and causing you to buck your hips into Danny’s face. The action allows his tongue to go deeper, and he groans into you. The feeling is overwhelming as you begin to rock your hips into him, hurdling closer and closer to orgasm. 

“Make her cum, Danny.” Jake says, and the words come out as a demand. “She sounds so pretty when she cums.” 

With that, you’re falling apart – drenching Danny’s beautiful face with your release. You let out a wail as the pleasure courses through you, causing your entire body to tremble and shake. 

Danny sits up, sinking his weight on his heels as he gives you a moment to recover. 

“Prettier than any song we’ve ever written.” Danny says, licking his lips and tasting your release.

You blink your eyes open to find the both of them staring at you – waiting for you to tell them what you want. It’s sweet, but your remaining nerves and anxiety are making it difficult for you to find the words to tell them what you want. 

Jake, sensing this, speaks up first. 

“Tell him, baby. Tell him what you told me.” 

Instantly, you know what he’s referring to, and somehow your cheeks grow even redder. Danny is looking up at you with wide, lust-blown eyes, and the sight of him makes your pussy clench around nothing. 

“I-” Your voice cracks lightly and you clear your throat, “I want you to fuck me, Danny.” 

A groan falls from between Danny’s lips – a noise so sinful you’re shocked to hear it coming from someone who’s usually so sweet and reserved. It’s an amazing confidence boost, knowing that you can affect him that way. 

“I’d love to.” Danny cuts his eyes to Jake again, who’s grinning at the two of you. “If that’s okay.”

Jake nods at him. 

“You can fuck her, Daniel. But be careful – her pussy’s fucking addicting.” 

From his place beside you, Jake leans over to the bedside table where you know he’s got a box of condoms. Pulling one from the box, he hands the little packet to Danny. 

With dark eyes still trained on you, Danny rips open the foil with his teeth before slowly rolling the condom onto his hard length. He groans as he slides his hand down himself, and Jake watches in rapt attention as you practically drool at the sight in front of you. 

“You ready, baby girl?” Danny asks, voice incredibly deep and dripping with lust. 

You nod in response, spreading your legs wider for him. 

Slowly, he runs a finger through your slick, gathering your wetness and spreading it over his cock. You’re practically dripping, and there’s more than enough to get him sufficiently lubricated. 

Your eyes roll back into your head as he finally slides into you, stretching you beyond belief. He’s girthier than Jake, and the sting brings with it unimaginable pleasure as he bottoms out. 

Danny’s brows are pinched together as he holds still for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size. His entire body is tense as he fights to control his own desire and need for some sort of relief for his aching cock. 

“Move, Danny.” You whine, and he complies immediately.

He pulls almost completely from your entrance, before slamming his hips back into you. He sets a quick, brutal pace – thrusting into you with so much force that the bed creaks and groans with each one. His own groans are like music to your ears as he loses himself to the pleasure as well. 

“Fuck, you feel like fucking velvet around me.” He admits through gritted teeth. 

You open your mouth to respond – to tell him how good he feels inside you, but your words are cut short with a loud moan as a sudden, violent vibration presses into your swollen clit. 

In shock you look down to see Jake, leaning over the side of the bed next to Danny with your cherry red vibrator in his hand. He’s got a wicked smirk dancing across his lips and he raises an eyebrow at you. 

You thought you’d hidden that thing well enough – but Jake clearly knew you too well. It’s his favorite thing to do to you – put that damn vibrator on its highest setting and use it while he fucks you until you’re a sobbing, overstimulated mess. You should have known that he wasn’t going to let Danny be the only one to have fun tonight.  

“Jake,” you cry, just as Danny nails you with a particular delicious thrust, “Daniel, fuck!” 

Danny smiles at your inability to control the needy, pornographic moans that fall from between your lips and Jake laughs at you as you squirm. 

“Too much, baby?” He asks, pressing the vibrator into your clit harder, sending white hot sparks shooting through your entire body. “Thought you wanted this? Wanted us both to ruin you?” 

You can’t answer, completely overwhelmed with both too much and not enough. 

“Want me to stop?” Jake asks. 

“Don’t fucking stop, Jake.” Danny orders suddenly as he places his forearms on the bed on either side of you. “She’s clenching around me so fucking hard.” 

“Shit!” You groan, both of their voices driving you completely crazy with lust. 

You spread your legs wider, allowing Danny to thrust even deeper into you, and despite the overwhelming sensations of both Jake and Danny’s cock thrusting into you, you can feel your impending orgasm start to claw its way up inside you. 

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” You whine, eyes screwing shut on their own accord. 

“Cum around my cock.” Danny orders, his pace faltering as his own release comes closer and closer. 

“Let Danny have it, angel. Do it. Come on.” 

Your orgasm feels like it lasts forever – wave upon wave of hot pleasure tearing through you. With a broken moan, Danny is cumming too. You open your eyes the best you can to take in his blissed out expression as he finishes. You try to memorise the way he looks – the way his mouth opens in a silent scream, the way the sweat drips down him, and the way his brows furrow as he rides out his pleasure. 

Your body starts to shake as you come down, and Jake swiftly removes the vibrator from you, clicking it off and placing it onto the nightstand. 

Your body is drenched in sweat, and you whine and hiss as Danny pulls out of you. He pulls the used condom from himself, and tosses it into the small trash can in the corner. 

“Beautiful.” He whispers, caressing your flushed cheek with his fingertips. You give him a lazy smile, before turning to see Jake. His cock is still rock hard, leaking and neglected where it rests against his belly. He’s watching you like a hawk, licking his lips at the sight of you. 

“Jake.” You whine, reaching out for him. You want him to enjoy this too. 

“Can I tell Daniel about what made you fall apart on my cock earlier, angel?” 

You nod, instantly remembering how hard you had cum when Jake admitted what he had imagined taking place between you and Danny. 

Danny watches Jake, cocking his head expectantly, cock already half-hard again despite the orgasm that he just enjoyed. 

“You see, Daniel,” Jake begins, wrapping his hand around his cock and beginning to stroke himself as he keeps his eyes locked onto you as he speaks. “She was so embarrassed at first, when I asked her about what she imagined with you. All flushed and timid.” 

You turn to Danny to see him staring at you, listening to Jake but watching your reaction to his words instead. You can’t help the way that your thighs clench as you remember what had transpired with Jake earlier. 

“But no matter how embarrassed she was…” Jake pauses, allowing the moment to draw out before he continues, “she couldn’t stop the way she completely fucking lost it when I told her how pretty she’d look with her lips wrapped around your cock.” 

You watch as Danny’s breath catches in his throat, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly. His eyes dart between you and Jake – from your flushed, cockdrunk expression to Jake’s smug one. 

“She’s real good at it, Daniel.” Jake’s strokes on his cock remain slow, drawing out his own pleasure by edging himself as he speaks. “She’s a desperate little whore when you give her a cock to choke on.” 

“Please.” The request falls from your lips completely unbidden, your brain unable to filter your words in the lust-drunk state that it’s in. “Let me taste you, Danny. Want it so bad.” 

“Fuckin’ hell.” Danny breathes out, cock twitching where it rests against his belly. “I never thought I could have this. I never thought I could have you.” 

“You have me. Please.” Your mouth is watering, salivating at the sight of him as he seemingly fights with his own desire as you beg to suck his cock. 

“And you,” Jake interrupts, smiling down at you wickedly, “have both of us. Let us ruin you – fill you up like I know you want us to.” 

He’s not wrong. You do have them, and you want nothing more than to let them use you. You want them to fill you – you want to be theirs to take their pleasure from. 

Wordlessly, Danny shuffles upwards, finally settling on his knees above your head. 

“On your hands and knees, Y/n.” He orders, seemingly finding his courage again. 

The sound of your name on his lips, voice drenched in unfiltered need, sends a fresh wave of slick down your thighs as you fulfil his request. You roll over, making a show of sticking your ass up in the air for them to enjoy. 

Distantly, you’re aware of Jake’s movements as he leans over to grab a condom for himself. The sound of the foil tearing makes your belly flutter with anticipation. 

“Fuck.” Danny whispers, running an appreciative hand up across the swell of your ass. 

“So eager to please, aren’t you, angel?” Jake murmurs, settling himself behind you. He grips your hips with both hands, digging his calloused fingers into your flesh. 

Danny has his own hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly and you watch in awe as the muscles in his forearm and shoulders ripple. You look up at him through your lashes and open your mouth, extending your tongue in invitation. 

Slowly, Danny traces the tip of his cock over your lips, stretched as you open your jaw wider. Finally, he places his hard cock on your tongue. The skin is hot and velvety as he slides his length into your waiting mouth, and you swallow him down the best you can. Already, your jaw aches around him, but you don’t care.

You feel it as Jake swipes his own cock through your folds, lathering himself in your release and slick before nudging the head of his cock into your slit – just barely breaching your entrance in order to tease you. 

Doing your best to breathe through your nose, you swallow around Danny’s cock, allowing his tip to nudge the back of your throat. You gag and tears begin to leak from your eyes. You wiggle your hips, signaling to Jake that you want more. 

“There we go. Fuck.” He groans, bottoming out inside of you and stilling for a moment. You moan, and the vibrations draw a stuttered whimper from Danny. 

“You’re perfect.” Danny admits, eyes falling shut as you hollow your cheeks and begin to bob your head the best that you can. It’s not the best position, but he seems to be enjoying it nonetheless – the groans that escape him are downright sinful. 

Jake starts a steady rhythm, each stroke deep and powerful. He’s not rushing, instead taking his time and admiring the view in front of him. 

“I knew I was right, angel. You look absolutely divine sucking his cock.” 

You whine at his words, overwhelmed with need as he continues to thrust into you slowly. 

Doing your best to balance your weight on one arm, you reach up with the other to find Danny’s hand. Once you find it, you guide it up to your hair, allowing him to set the pace. 

Taking the hint, he starts to rock is hips into your mouth, fucking your throat beautifully. Drool falls from the corners of your lips on both sides, and your eyes roll back into your head as Jake picks up his pace. 

“Fuck, Y/n.” Danny moans, tossing his head back. You wish you could see him better, but the sounds he’s making are more than enough. You do your best to cement them into memory so that you can revisit them someday in the future. 

Jake is similarly losing himself as he fucks you, nailing that special spot inside you that drives you crazy. His grunts are animalistic, clearly enjoying the sight of you so blissed out and pliant. 

“I’m close, angel.” Jake growls, slapping your ass. The hit is hard, and you moan loudly at the sting. “You’re so beautiful – letting us fucking use you. Shit.” His words come out pitchy, like they always do when he’s about to cum. Your own orgasm is on the horizon, and you almost don’t want it – you don’t want this feeling to end. This feeling of being completely at their mercy, nothing but a vessel through which they’re finding their pleasure. 

“M’ close.” Danny tells you, and you can feel his cock twitching on your tongue as he continues to fuck your mouth with frenzied thrusts. You just moan, tightening your lips around him to let him know you want him to cum down your throat. 

Little “uhs” escape Jake’s pretty lips, and the sound of him, coupled with his hard thrusts and Danny’s groans, send you careening into your climax. Your entire body tenses as you cum, and you let out a noise that barely even sounds human. 

With a loud groan, Danny spills down your throat, and you swallow every last bit of his release – savoring the salty taste of him as your orgasm keeps fucking going. 

After only a few more sloppy thrusts, Jake explodes inside the condom, cock pulsing and twitching as he rides out his pleasure inside you. The both of them are panting and covered in sweat, and your own body feels floaty and exhausted as Danny extracts his cock from your mouth. 

Delicately, Danny uses the sheet to wipe the saliva that covers your chin, caressing your cheeks as he does so. Jake pulls out of you slowly, taking care to be gentle on your abused cunt. As soon as he pulls free, you allow your body to relax fully, sinking into the mattress utterly spent. 

“There’s a clean towel and some fresh clothes in the bathroom if you want to shower.” 

The sound of Jake’s soft voice floats through your ears, sounding like it’s distant and muted. 

“Thank you. I think I’ll just shower in my room, though. Don’t wanna make too much noise. She needs to rest.” You hear Danny respond, voice equally soft. 

You tilt your head up at him, taking in his flushed chest and the way his body shines with perspiration. He’s like a Greek god standing in your hotel room, looking down at you with soft, appreciative eyes. He leans down towards you, pressing a kiss to your lips. He keeps his lips closed – simply a kiss of gratitude and comfort. 

“Thank you. For letting me experience you for a night.” He says quietly, lips quirked in that little sideways smile that you love so much. 

“Mmm. Thank you.” You tell him, resting your head back on the mattress. 

Danny rises from the bed, slipping back into his pants before turning back to look at Jake. You watch in silence as they stare at each other, seemingly communicating through just the look alone. Finally, Jake smiles and tilts his head. 

“Take good care of her.” Danny grins, turning to head for the hotel door. 

“Always.” Jake responds, smiling down at you and brushing your sweaty hair from your forehead. 

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[darlingpwease]

Now that I’m thinking about it.

How is Shen jiu like with reader.

And if we were Luo bingge “Moral pet” who died, what would he do if he met us in another universe where we are alive?

everyone needs an owner

♡ unhealthy behaviour, mention of tortures, mention of death, mention of killing, forced relationship if you squint; 'shixiong' for reader

I used 'morality pet', but you are rather closer to 'morality chain', especially if you stay after LUO BINGHE returns from the Abyss and you are literally the only thing that keeps him sane and trying to be a good person, even if he is a half-demon, — only to find out with shock and horror that you are dead.

this is definitely what is the final trigger for his darkening and first the brutal torture and murder of all who caused your death — and then the complete rejection of any 'humanity'which he could have had. the only one who loved him and cared about him — and only that he didn't even have your body?

only for him to come back and find out that the love of his life is dead?

then what's the point of being 'good' if he can't even deal with those who led you to death?

all those who could not save you deserve only death.

... if Shen Qingqiu hadn't thrown him into the Abyss, you would have lived. he would have saved you. he would sacrifice his reputation, his cultivation, his life, but he would save you. you would be alive. you would be with him.

If he had stayed, you would never have left him.

you were always worried that LUO BINGHE felt inferior when Shen Qingqiu was strangely favoritist towards you, — even if he asked you no less, — but LUO BINGHE never considered it 'strange' or unfair. as long as you let him wander after you, always petted, brought food, gently asking what he wants to do and always hugging him tightly, letting him know that you will always be there and are sure that he will become a great cultivator and person, he didn't dare complain about anything. he liked to take care of you and please you like your servant, and always tried to be there, blooming like a flower after he was given water when your gaze touched him.

even if Shen Qingqiu took up too much of your time, as if not realizing that you were not a river, but his source, he could only bare his fangs and growl, but retreat, allowing everything to happen, having nothing to the extent to hinder, even if your smile, which would only be for him, would be enough for him to give his life for you with pleasure.

you were everything he could never have been, even if he tried; his everything. nobody else's. it doesn't matter 'what kind of relationship you have with Shizun', especially when various rumors begin to creep — LUO BINGHE wants to dig into everyone's throat with his fangs and tear them apart, but Shen Qingqiu copes with especially talkative much faster and easier when there are fewer and fewer of them at the peak.

at least in some ways their interests are similar.

he kills him much faster, even without torture, although he could have torn out his hands, gouged out his eyes and cut out his tongue — but for the first time in his heart, cold mixes with flame, giving his, no, your former Shizun a peaceful death. his heart beats neither faster nor slower when Shen Qingqiu dies before his eyes, even if something inside him should feel relief at the thought that his abuser is dead — but what's the point if you, his most important person, don't come to life?

LUO BINGHE would kill everyone if it revived you, he would make the whole world speak the language of blades — but what's the point if you're not with him?

... his demonic nature, fed by cold calculating hatred and a passionate thirst for what he cannot get, turns out to be much easier to tame than he thought — 'shidi, you will become a great cultivator' he fulfilled your words, right? — especially when Xin Mo lies as if poured into his palm, having found the perfect balance between two facets, where your image still remains the most painful and the most joyful in his life, even if you have always sought to be an example for him and a support, finding something in the brilliance of his eyes and a statuesque figure, always descending to reach out to him like no one before, like a phoenix that soared into the sky only to land on his shoulder, or a dragon floating in the water column, but swimming aground for him.

how could he not adore you?

his fate was sealed from the first meeting.

Xin Mo responds with a vibration when Luo Binghe touches it.

... you are so magnificent — in the form of a disciple of the peak, which LUO BINGHE himself destroyed in the past; with your hair in a hairstyle that he always wanted to let down and see how you look when relaxed; with a light gait, characteristic of each member of the peak, known for its silence and the absence of any sounds at all except those places that were fenced with a barrier like training grounds, and your beautiful subtle smile that he always saw on your face, even if you weren't smiling. everything about you was breathtaking and filled with grace and grandeur, even if you were just walking or eating; after all, it was not for nothing that you walked all the way with him, and would definitely have reached the very end if he had protected you. he will definitely protect you.

Xin Mo in his hand is thirsty for blood, feeling what the person he so desperately craves is so close and far away, so tantalizingly far away that LUO BINGHE has to dig his nails into his skin so as not to pounce and take you with him, seeing you sitting alone in a bamboo forest, enjoying moments of peace, without suspecting anything.

LUO BINGHE has nothing to do — what can he do? grab you? convince you to leave? what does he want to do? you... you were always there for him at such moments when he was thinking about such things, feeling how you tried to help him understand his desires — and even after you died, he always touched your little thing with him, as if looking for an answer from you, leaving the feeling that you are still here, with him.

“... Shidi?”

The old form is unusual for the body, even reduced, and his attempt to hide the demonic mark is also silly in its own way — but he cannot hide the sweet smile that breaks through the shy expression of his face, although his eyes burn with adoration.

“Yes, my shixiong? Did my shixiong call this shidi? Can this shidi help my shixiong?”

Killing the current LUO BINGHE is easier than simple — as well as taking his place, approaching you with timid but hungry steps, as if not a 'little naive lamb', but a stalking predator who is just waiting for the opportunity when you relax enough to grab your throat with his teeth. Even if you don't see the difference, you feel it, looking at his happy rosy face, delicate thin strong figure, the shine of adoring eyes and a slight tremor that LUO BINGHE tries to hide as he comes closer, as if trying to control himself.

“My shixiong... yo– this shidi... can?”

The excitement in his voice is both so familiar and unfamiliar that you just shake your head, pointing to a place nearby.

“Just sit next to me. Get some rest. You've been working a lot lately.”

You've noticed that he's been working a lot lately.

A tremor runs through his body so large that he can only nod thoughtlessly, sitting closer, letting a few more drops fall to the ground.

Now he is much, many times stronger than you and even Shizun, but when you caress him for a good job, he wants to reveal himself so much and beg you to go with him, even if he knows that he can't.

Can he get a 'good boy' from you if he behaves ethically manipulative enough?

You're alive. You are healthy. He hears your breathing, your movements.

He wants to kiss you so badly.

He even feels the warmth of your body, your smell, the way your blood circulates in your body.

He wants so badly to mix your blood with his.

And the way your chest rises while you sit in silence.

You are so perfect. You don't need anyone but him.

He's finally going to be a good person. Just for you.

You are the only thing that matters.

He won't give you up to anyone or anything.

“My shixiong... would you like to have some tea?”

[serotonincemetery]

Since it’s Valentine’s Day soon, how would ghost be like when he’s in love? How would he show his love? Would he do anything with you on Valentine’s Day. If y’all were dating and the 141 also knew. How would he react if a random soldier asked you to be their valentine? Would he get jealous?

Ooooo, this is interesting. Thank you Anon!!

Valentine’s Day Headcanons and Scenarios

+ With Ghost!

(GN!Reader/Unspecified in Ask)

I’m torn between Ghost being relatively blunt, and him in denial. But for the sake of this, I am leaning more towards the fact he’s relatively blunt or he shows a bit more interest to you than to the rest of 141

Price talking in briefing? His attention is on your body language

Given some simple body language speaks thousands of words

He was reading you like a dictionary

Eating in a busy mess hall? His attention still on you

Heres a scenario:

After coming back from leave, everyone was talking about their time home and the mess hall was loud with chatter. You had walked in with your tray and sat down with the rest of your team. And you listened to everyone talk. And when Gaz had finished his story you deemed it the perfect opportunity to start speaking about your time home.

You were about half way through talking about the time you had spent with your family and few outside friends and the things you did. Only now did you realize, that through your entire explanation, no one was paying attention. You felt your heart hurt for a moment, quieting down and focusing on your food, keeping your eyes down to the tray in front of you, the longer you looked at it the more uneasy you felt.

“What happened after your mum started t’shout at the waitress?” Ghost spoke up to you from across the table. You looked up from your tray to Ghost. He was sitting with his finger intertwined with each other, resting on the table, he was leaning his weight on his forearms.

“What?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Ghost scratched his cheek through the mask before locking his hands together again.

“I asked what happened after your mum started shoutin’ at the waitress? At the restaurant?” He spoke questioningly. He read your movements. Shock. Surprise. Amusement. Those were some of the few things he picked up, another one was happiness and how you looked confused before smiling at him.

In your mind you were beaming. He was paying attention? Let alone he actually wanted to hear more of your time at home.

“Oh well she ended up yelling and. . .” You trailed on happily.

That was one of the key moments you realized you had some feelings for the skeleton-mask-clad man.

In the way of love languages,

I feel as though he would be the type of guy who’s love language is Acts of Service and Quality Time

Yk being in the military gives limited quality time and no matter what he would love some quiet quality time with you

Let it be youre also in the military

Bam quality time alone in one of your rooms.

You two don’t even have to be cuddling.

Just being in the same vicinity in calm surroundings

Just perfect

You being a civie? Great, he loves the idea he had someone to come home to.

Quality time is everything to this man

Acts of service too

Mans like to be around you and helping you as well.

The idea that he can assist you in small menial tasks

It sends him through the roof.

Valentines Day. A day you typically never celebrated. Although within recent times, you have been more keen into celebrating it. Though you are a hardened soldier, you still find the idea of being someone’s valentine adorable. And during this time you were someone’s. You had someone to return to at the end of the day. And you cherished him dearly. As did he, you.

Everyone on Task Force 141 knew you and Simon were dating. Besides it was so obvious, you two were always together.

Typically Simon was never one for PDA. But once he got more comfortable he was all over you. Constant lingering touches and head bonks.

I see Simon as the type of person to stop you literally anywhere and gently bonk his forehead against yours or against your shoulder.

Though when the trainees and their captains showed up to be housed at your facility. Simon immediately shied away from you to see what the other soldiers would do. As well as the fact that it was Valentine’s Day soon. And although you were already his. He still had a small amount of fear that someone might ask you and you say yes. It bubbled in his stomach. And another fact that didn’t ease his fear is that you were attractive. Very easy on the eyes.

Has lowkey anxiety that you’ll leave him. Needs reassurance occasionally.

It made his fear spike. Though when his fears came true. They didn’t end the way he expected them to. When he watched a captain from a different squad walk up to you all confident and full of themselves. And he even heard the captain ask. “Hey. Considering Valentine’s Day is right around the corner and you and I are both single, two good looking people I was maybe wondering if you wanted to be my valentine?”

His jealousy skyrocketed. He couldn’t stop himself from walking over immediately. His quiet footfalls fell into your ears and you smiled at the captain before you. “I apologize Captain, but I must decline. I do thank you for the compliment but I am not single. This is my Partner.” Your smile spreads wider once you feel Simon’s hand rest at the small of your back.

You could feel Simon’s hands tense against your back. He was jealous. You laughed quietly to yourself as you watched the Captain in front of you hold a bashful expression. “I apologize sergeant, I did not know. And I apologize to you as well Lieutenant. Have a good rest of your day.” They bid you goodbye and turned and walked away.

You turn to Simon. “Admit it, you were jealous.” You said quietly.

“Was not.” He said simply. “They jus’ needed t’know you were taken.” He muttered.

“More specifically you. C’mon Simon you can’t fool me with that ‘I’m not jealous’ bullshit.” You laughed.

“Fine, y’know what?” He started. “I was jealous. How can I not be with a partner like you?” He said as he pulled your body into his side.

as for what he would do for valentine’s day.

Not a public person at all

If anything he wants to do something romantic with you

But it gives him internal anxiety that you’ll find it cliché as well as the idea that being in public could leave a window of opportunity for either of you to get hurt.

On the other hand.

You couldn’t care less about what you two did for Valentines Day.

You just wanted to spend as much time as possible with him.

Ghost ends up setting up a nice dinner within the base in your room.

You both ate dinner, relaxed.

He managed to get a projector somehow and so you two watched movies off of Gaz’s netflix and Disney+ accounts.

There was a lot of cuddling, kisses and joking between you two that night.

Someone ended up having to come in and turn off the projector and return it at some point.

That person was Soap.

When he saw you two together sleeping in each other’s arms, legs tangled with each other in the sheets. He smiled warmly and picked up the projector and sheet and muttered.

“Sleep well Sergeant, sleep well L.T.”

And with that he left the room and closed the door

[let your mind think of whatelse you two did if you wanna. Could be nsfw or sfw. Its up to you to carry on afterwards :) ]

[stranger-in-glasses]

I’ve been thinking about Aziraphale’s motivation to protect Gabriel when he shows up on his doorstep helpless and with no memory of himself.

Aziraphale is a very complex character torn by internal conflict, and it is logical to assume that behind each of many of his decisions is a whole set of different and often contradictory motives.

The most obvious part of Aziraphale’s drive to help is simply his compassionate nature. It’s the same drive that made him give away his sword to someone who “was having a bad day”, lie to save Job’s children, or forgive Maggie’s rent. And I’m certain that this was a huge part of why he decided to hide Gabriel, but I think there is more to that decision.

Another aspect of his motivation is probably his ideas of what he should do to be “a good angel”. Certainly, he is aware that the bosses of Heaven view what “a good angel” is differently is this case. But his understanding of what it means to “be good”, while highly influenced by conformity and obedience to authority, is still different from the more conventional understanding of the Heaven’s officials. For example, his idea of “being good” includes helping those in need. It also includes following orders and submitting to the will of God, which often comes into conflict with being able to help those in need, and he has a very hard time resolving or even acknowledging this contradiction. But what he is certain of is that he wants, no, needs to “be good”. It is his purpose and his duty, and the foundation of his identity. He probably feels that he needs to “be good” to deserve to be at all.

Yet another possible aspect of his motivation is his relationship with Heaven’s authorities. Gabriel is his former boss who has bullied him, reprimanded him, guilt-tripped him, made him self-conscious (“lose the gut”), and whose approval Aziraphale has been trying to achieve for thousands of years. Aziraphale may hate Gabriel and think that Gabriel is awful, but Gabriel is still an authority figure for him. Has been for too long a time to unlearn this conditioning in just a few years. So, when Gabriel shows up asking Aziraphale to take him in, the angel does. There might even be a touch of response to abuse at play. When a person lives a long time in an abusive relationship with someone and escapes, and then the abuser comes knocking at their door, many people will open because this is what they have been conditioned to do for many years.

On the other hand, deciding to hide a former Supreme Archangel on the run, who is likely in big trouble with Heaven, is also an act of rebellion. I suspect that, within Aziraphale, there has been a lot of dissatisfaction with Heaven and anger at it accumulating for thousands of years, hidden and suppressed. And a growing desire to rebel against it—a desire that he would also never acknowledge, even to himself. And when the opportunity arose to do something like hiding his former boss on the run from Heaven, that desire to rebel could have pushed Aziraphale to do it. All this may seem contradictory to the previous two motives that have rather to do with conformity. And yes, it is contradictory. It is a reflection of the internal conflict between the desire to belong, to conform, to be a good, proper angel, on one hand, and the desire to rebel, to speak against Heaven’s wrongs, to break free and just be allowed to exist in peace on Earth, without the weight of duty on his shoulders, on the other hand. So yes, paradoxically, it is possible that Aziraphale helped “Jim” both because of his tendency to conform and his desire to rebel.

Finally, I think Aziraphale couldn’t bring himself to send Gabriel away because he looked at him in his current state and saw himself reflected in that. With horror. He saw an outcast angel, on the run, in trouble with Heaven, either being punished by Heaven already or trying to escape from its punishment. I’m sure for an angel who, by all logic, should have fallen many times already (who “lied to thwart the will of God”, who gave away his sword, who formed a bond with a demon and wanted for this bond to grow even deeper, who helped stop Heaven’s plans for the Apocalypse, who indulged in earthly pleasures…), this hit very close to home. He looked at Gabriel, helpless, naked and vulnerable, robbed of his memories and forced to rely on the kindness of strangers, seeking a place to hide, and he saw his own very possible fate. It’s like staring in the mirror that shows you everything you have ever been terrified of. This could have just as easily been Aziraphale, knocking on strangers’ doors asking for help. So, I think that a big part of why Aziraphale could not say no to helping his former boss is that he looked at Gabriel and saw himself.

Naturally, there may be other motives that also played a role in Aziraphale’s decision to protect Gabriel—this is not an attempt to give an exhaustive account. And Aziraphale himself is probably only partially aware of his motives as well. What I want to convey by outlining this is just how complex and full of contradictions his motivation could be.

Update:

I forgot to mention another very important motive that could be in part responsible for Aziraphale’s decision: curiosity. We all know that Crowley is driven by curiosity, by desire to know more than he is allowed: he has fallen for asking too many questions, after all. But the desire to learn, to investigate, to explore is also very strong in Aziraphale. He reads tons of books, he tries out various human experiences, from food to art, he very enthusiastically plays a part of an investigative reporter and searches for clues. A naked amnesiac Gabriel on his doorstep presented a mystery, and mysteries and the desire to solve them seem to be quite tempting for the angel.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

HELLO WORKAHOLICS WRITER?!1?11 PLEASE SOME BLAKE HENDERSON FLUFF I BEG I’m torn between making out with him and playing with his hair TY!! ☺️

‘RED WINE SUPERNOVA,

-BLAKE HENDERSON X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; blake general fluff hcs <3

⋆ tags/warnings. Blake Henderson x female reader. PURE FLUFF <3 This song is SO him, thank god for chappell roan!! making out, playing with his hair (ofc), canon typical drug talk, some vague spicyness. anons i love u pleaseplspls keep sending these requests in im FLOORRRREEDDDD

♫ “I don't care that you're a stoner / Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck / Okay, maybe it's a twin bed, and some roommates.” Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan

He is such a BABE

I know I mentioned pet names before, but this man NEVER stops. Ever. There is a never ending list of all the sweet things that come out of this guys mouth. We see him through almost every single season say the word “sweetheart” at least once. It’s his favorite.

And of course, the obligatory “my love,” and “dude” and “brajette” he says 24/7

Getting the craziest stupidest texts with all the ideas he comes up with. Having to talk him down, or if you wanna stir the pot, go ahead and encourage him.

“Babe, you won’t believe the idea I had today. What if we opened a petting zoo, but for people? Like, you pay to come and pet really nice people.”

“Blake, No-“

LOTS of physical affection. Especially showing off infront of the guys. He’s got a girlfriend (probably his first…) and he is in LOVE. He wants to scream it from the rooftops. Besides, out of all the guys, he might be the most insecure deep down. Que his hands wrapped around your waist ALL the time, or hugs from behind. Tackles you with kisses.

Insists on being incredibly chivalrous. Type of guy to run up to any door you need to open JUST so he can open it up for you first. Or, if you and the boys are out on the roof, he’s keeping an arm secured tightly around you. Just so you don’t fall.

Also insists on dragging you along with him everywhere he goes.

Get’s really nervous and excited whenever you reciprocate the affection, but he melts right into it. Seeing you wearing his clothes gives him a heart attack /pos

He’s just so caring. Type of boyfriend to check in on you, make sure you’re eating. He’ll give you a high-five if you eat a taco in two bites, incredibly impressed and just wowed by you. You have his utmost support in everything you do.

The dominant energy and he’s a golden retriever boyfriend LAWD

Him getting reallllll back into theater, wanting to act out some monologues. Attempting to read off Romeo and Juliet, butchering the old english. He’ll have you hold whatever script he’s got, wanting you to check his lines and prompt him.

Talking about dreams with eachother. Getting highly philosophical while he paints your nails, both of you high off your asses. Listening to whatever music CD you two play.

“You know, I think I missed my true calling as a nail artist.” When he’s done, admiring his handiwork.

He just loves DOING things with you. You guys will need to get Der’s to drive you out somewhere, and he’ll take you to a nature park or arcade with the boys. Or if it’s a one on one date thingy, he’ll try his absolute best to cook a frozen pizza. When he inevitably burns it, he’ll take you late night snack shopping and push you around in the cart.

Would love to have you in his WoW guild <3 He’s such a giant nerd ahhh

You’re the ONLY person he lets touch his hair. Anyone else he immediately gets defensive with. But with you? Oh my god, he feels honored. And it feels good. Especially when you snake your hand through his curls while you two are sneaking kisses at some strangers house party.

Speaking of kisses…

Ultimate neck-kisser. That one scene, when he’s with the girl in the pool, and he flips her around kinda roughly so he can kiss her neck? Yeah, it’s those small slight acts of dominance that come out when he knows you’re comfortable with him and just as horny as he is.

The heavy breathing, the way he clings to you. He just can’t keep his hands off of you. One on your face, one on your waist, letting you climb into his lap. When he notices it’s getting real hot and heavy, he’ll flip you over so he’s on top ;)

Those little high-pitched moans he lets out with no shame. The little soft utterances of “Oh god,” and “Damn, you’re so fucking hot. Like, crazy hot.” Quickly muttered between open mouthed kisses he plants on you <3

Mmm the french kissing, the shotgunning smoke out of his mouth while he holds you’re chin, his sharp little canines brushing up against your neck when he bites down softly.

You know that little meme thats like, “If I was a worm, would you still love me?”

If you turned into a worm he’d build you a little sanctuary and take care of you everyday.

[doctor-caparty]

You know, I’m all caught up on T9S now and I have major mixed feelings about part 3. I loved all the callbacks to T7S and I thought this part was actually funnier than the other two BUT I was perfectly content conveniently forgetting that they made Jay Jackie’s kid and I’m so mad that they brought Betsy in to remind us of that. I’m also pretty pissed off that they made Betsy a Laurie 2.0, there is NO WAY Brooke “Genius” Rockwell would ever raise her daughter in a way that she would behave that way. And yes that’s a slight jab at Kitty and Red (they were just too lean on her). I’m also kinda miffed they ignored that Midge left Bob and they hadn’t been together for 20 years? There were plenty of openings to make up a story about where she was or to say that she passed like Tanya Roberts, with the whole attic thing and Bob getting lost in the past and then Donna being torn between going to California with Eric like hello we have no reason to believe Midge ever left California after the show ended, why was that all ignored? Speaking of ignored, Betsy saying “except for those three weird years in the middle” in response to Jay saying his parents are still together was another piss off. And here I am wishing the original cast wasn’t a bunch of dickwads and we could have more cameos, there were so many good windups to some and because the cast are literal criminals and demons we couldn’t have any of that! But I am glad they brought Gwen’s dad in person, I was getting upset with the headcanons that she was Hyde’s daughter. Anyway, I guess there wasn’t much zenmasters in this post but I love them and they deserve justice.

[bittybat28]

I’m in a Mary Goore mood so let’s do some head cannons! Goore x Reader

(18+ for this because there will be some NSFW, blood and because Mary is a perverted gremlin)

1. I believe Mary is in some way related to the Emeritus family so he now lives at the ministry in which he helps with the Ghost project all while spreading chaos with the Ghoul’s and scaring the living shit out of siblings and Sister Imperator!

2. Mary was never one to be in relationships but as soon as he saw you, he was obsessed. He tried to be everywhere you were, wether it was “bumping” into you while you were working or finding out your favorite places in the ministry so he could be there too. And he will often make sexual jokes because Mary is Mary and that’s one of the ways he flirts.

3. I feel as if he’s a lot like the Ghouls and will often bring you gifts to show he likes you. Bones are a big thing! He will make you jewelry out of the ones he finds (or digs up..he’ll never tell) and leave them in your room or in a favorite place you like to be. If you like stuffed animals, he will make one for you. He has a secret sewing hobby that no one knows about. His stuffed animals won’t exactly be normal of course. He’ll make you a bunny with one missing eye or a torn ear, the end hanging off by a safety pin! It’ll look beat up but he’s damn proud of it!

4. Mary is not good with speaking his emotions but he will try and show it. His affection’s can be rough because he definitely gets cute aggression. He loves you so much he just wants to squeeze you and kiss you to death! They want to touch you everywhere, even in public. If you’re a sibling of sin, his sneaky hands are trying to get under that habit or uniform. if you scold him, he will pout a bit but will hold your waist or put his hand at your ass instead.

5. Mary likes rough sex. He wants you screaming his name through the entire thing. Blood and knife kink all the way! He loves blood. The smell, the texture, the taste all drive him wild and it furthers that feral-ness in him when you’re covered in it! Wether it’s his blood or yours doesn’t matter and if you don’t like being cut, he will happily make the sacrifice instead. He’s a biter and his canines are oddly sharp for a human, easily piercing your skin. After care was never really a thing for him until he met you and you showed him how nice it was. Now he’ll kiss every wound and praise you, even draw you two a bath so he can wash you and you wash him because he needs it anyway!

6. Mary is a pack rat and will steal anything, especially if it belongs to you. You wear a certain chapstick everyday? It’s his now and he puts it on so his lips taste like yours if he can’t kiss you. Underwear is his favorite thing to take and those sticky fingers will snatch up your favorite pair to sniff whenever he misses you and your scent. Anything that reminds him of you he will steal and you’ll have to go digging through his room to find it which could be a bit of an adventure!

7. He’s obsessed and protective with you and will always find a way to watch you just to make sure no one is bothering you. They are not above beating the shit out of someone who even looks at you the wrong way! He will never ever tell you who you can and can’t hang out with but if someone gives him a bad feeling, he’s extra watchful and may cause extra mayhem to that person. If you guys are together in a group, Mary will have you on his lap or pressed into his side just to keep you close.

8. Mary suffers from night terrors and often wakes up yelling or fighting. No one knows what he dreams about because he refuses to talk about it but he often comes into your room at night, crawls into bed and just cuddles. He’s usually very dominant but in moments like these, he wants to be held and loved on. He’ll crawl between your legs and just flop down on your body, feeling your warmth. He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair or run your nails along his back. Give him kisses and sing to him! He’ll be out in minuets and won’t wake up again.

9. Some of Mary’s pet names are a little unconventional but that just adds to his charm. He’s calls you his little corpse, his raven, even calls you a little demon. Otherwise he calls you babe, sexy, hot stuff and sweetness! He will rarely ever use your actual name and he thinks it’s funny when you two call each other the most ridiculous things!

10. His idea of a date is usually fucking somewhere you’re not supposed to but he also loves a movie date where you two watch a scary movie and eat snacks together. He laughs at horror movies like they’re a comedy! He will take you on a midnight picnic to the ministries cemetery and tell you scary stories that make you want to jump into his arms so he can protect you! He can be an asshole and sometimes thick when it comes feelings and emotions but he will always try to make you happy and he will never let you go.

[therealslimshakespeare]

Hi! I’ve wanted to send this ask for a while but then didn’t because some of the discourse about her on here had some of her fans getting a little upset I think but I’ll send it and maybe u can weigh everything before posting it. Do you have any insight behind why Maureen didn’t go to Brady and Tilly’s wedding? I understand why Gale didn’t and that there’s all that trauma there. But from some of your asks and stuff, I’ve gotten the sense that him and Maureen are sort of friends? And she doesn’t have the same issues as Gale. And they did come the next day so obviously they weren’t busy. I feel like she could’ve went and Gale could’ve just come the next day you know? Because a big issue that I have her with her is that a lot of her kindness is only in regards to Gale and I personally am not a huge fan of girls who can only be nice/ caring to guys they wanna date. And if they are meant to be friends, I would’ve thought it made sense for her to care enough to go to Jack’s wedding. Like to WANT to be there. Because obviously again, it makes sense that Gale didn’t go and as much as Gale and Maureen are a pair, all her other friends were there and I think that you should be able to separate your boyfriend from your other relationships/ not have all your loyalty towards one person alone. But I could be wrong about all of this and I honestly just want your thoughts.

I kinda was torn about whether to have her go or not, tbh, when writing it, so I’m not surprised some folks were surprised or even disapproving of her abscence! I’d love to give a little of my reasoning for why I chose that course of action!

And thank you, first off, for such a sweet toned ask, you’re a peach 💋

Yes, 100% Gale and Jack have the most complicated traumas and relationship at the time of his wedding. To the point where Gale felt it more respectful to not be there for his wedding -not because Brady would have been angry or is not on speaking terms! Oh no, rather, it’s a huge day where he’s trying to shove that trauma behind and become a man and a husband and an all American veteran returned. Gale is unfortunately a loved but very strong reminder of how not ok they are, tbh, and Brady rushing into this wedding so fast practically proves that point.

(Thank Jesus Tilly was a good one and he made the right choice but that was 100% a trauma response and Gale suspected as much.) plus this wedding quickly followed Ida sorta outing their traumas to the Brass, so there’s a bit of a rush for both to separate from each other and also any semblance of being not normal to begin with.

A wife would help with that. The absence of the major you’re tied up with would too.

But for Maureen. Again you’re right that she’s friends with him, and while they weren’t total buddies they were indeed friends and she cares deeply for him, and in that way I would expect her to show. Except, she took care of Gale and Jack THE MOST out of anyone in the direct aftermath of some of these traumatic events. Benny helped too, but I think between Gale and Maureen there’s no one else who knows as much or has seen as much as those two when it comes to Jack. And so her reasonings for not going to the actual sacrament (as it would be considered in a Catholic context) and only to show at a more celebratory occasion was actually her attempt at a rather clumsy form of courtesy.

One that I headcanon Jack understood quite clearly, and so was undivided in being touched that they’d show up at all to congratulate.

No idea if this is just a ramble or at all illuminating of why, even if you might still have a strong case for her going. Thank you again for asking and I can’t wait to get more of this written out so it may make more compelling sense!

[dark-elf-writes]

By all rights Sebastian should have hated Hawke.

They were an apostate. They were glib and always making jokes at the worst possible moment. They had played a part, even an unknowing one, in the murder of the Grand Cleric.

(They had given him his family’s honor back. Had pressed the Starkhaven bow into his hands with a smile and a quip not to lose it again. Had spent whatever free time they had that wasn’t split between their other companions listening to him talk about duty and honor and helped him see that maybe just maybe what he had been taught wasn’t the full truth.)

Any fury he might have held for them died when they turned wide, horrified eyes on Anders. When they choked back a sob or a scream as they demanded to know what he had done. When they had pressed a blade into one of the few people they had left and was forced to leave his body behind in the dirt.

They had never wanted this. Had been forced to play mediator time and again in spite of their own feelings about the Circle, and the very real possibility of them being locked away or made tranquil. And even still they had bit back their grief and held onto their staff so tightly the wood groaned, ignoring the blood their hands left behind until the fighting was so thick that all of them were drenched with it and they could pretend that they didn’t know exactly whose it was.

They didn’t stay in Kirkwall in the aftermath of the fight. Not that first night. Not when there was so much blood and death choking the streets. Instead they had followed Lark out to the coast (not the Sundermount. They had barely been able to step foot on the mountain after the disaster that was everything that had happened with Merrill’s former clan.)

Sebastian had taken first watch, too choked with rage and grief to imagine attempting to rest, and Lark had joined him. Silent. Empty. A shadow of their former self.

(He wished they would make a joke. Wished they would laugh. Wished they would say anything to make all of this make sense.)

But they didn’t speak. They only stared into the surf with no expression, occasionally looking back to their group as if keeping tally. As if hoping despite everything there would be one more person among them when they checked.

“I’m sorry,” He said at last, unable to stand the silence. “I would have…. We should have never left it to… I’m sorry.”

(The death had been necessary, but it had been cruel of them to make Lark do it. To severe one of the few remaining tethers they had.)

“I wouldn’t blame you if you weren’t.” Their voice, normally light and lilting like the bird they were named for, was rough as if they had been screaming for hours.

“You loved him.” Such simple words to encompass all that the two of them had been. All that Lark had been forced to end.

Those dead eyes watched the waves. Sebastian wasn’t sure if they were blinking. “Was it ever just him?”

“Would it make it hurt less if it wasn’t?”

An echo of their smile tugged at their scarred lips. Weak and devoid of humor. “No. No it really wouldn’t.”

Sebastian decided he hated that smile. A mockery of what they should have been. A terrible precursor to what they could be. Broken. Shattered. Lost. Like they had been thrown to the waves they were watching so raptly and left to drown.

“The maker would accept prayers for him, all the same.”

Lark finally blinked and turned just enough that Sebastian could feel the weight of their eyes on him. The usual light purple long since bloodshot.

“I don’t know how. Bethany had… she and mother were the ones who always prayed.”

So much weight held in those words. So many half healed hurts torn open.

“I could teach you,” It surprised him how honest the answer was, how genuine it felt instead of the knee jerk response trained into him to help the lost find salvation. He wanted to help them. Wanted to bring them even a sliver of peace. Wanted them back to making terrible jokes and laughing too loud for polite company. Wanted them humming under their breath as they traveled or set up camp. Wanted his friend, as unlikely a pair as they were, back.

They seemed to weigh it for a long time, only the sound of the waves and the crackling of the fire filling their camp, but eventually Lark nodded.

“I think I would like that…. For him and for Bethany.” They don’t mention their mother. Sebastian knows better than to ask.

“Of course,” He says, and leads them, patiently, into the prayers for the lost long into the night.

[diminuel]

I don’t know if there are any convention experts here but I just saw that you can buy tickets for next year’s JIB soon.

I’m a bit torn between trying to go to JIB simply because I tried once and got no ticket and trying to get a ticket for Purgatory con.

I’m willing to pay unreasonable amounts of money for it simply because more expensive tickets come with less stress for me, or that was how I experienced my one Purcon five or six years ago. The benefit of a Purcon Silver ticket back then was that I had good seats. I was still stressed since there was no assigned seat, just an assigned area, which meant I was waiting in front of the door an hour or two in advance. Which brings me to another topic: entrance through a separate door, which reduced my “this is the siege on Helm’s Deep, I must fight against 1000 enemies for my seat” irrational nonsense. Also, in that ticket, autographs and photo OPs were already included, which meant I didn’t have to stress about trying to get one of the coveted things. (Even though I did not enjoy doing photo OPs or autographs, due to my issues.)

For a little more peace I am willing to pay 800 or 1000€ if I must. (Mind you, this is still a LOT of money for me and I could probably invest it into something smarter but the thought of maybe a last chance to make fandom friends IRL? Enticing. Chance to see Cockles live? Enticing.)

But I don’t know how Purcon is nowadays. Good, bad? I have no idea.

Comparing that to JIB which was lauded as the one and only Cockles con, but Misha has not yet been announced and I don’t think I want to spend a lot of money on Rome if Misha’s not there. Also, there was some controversy about Destiel fanart which doesn’t seem very inviting either...

And then the issue here also is that those who already went before can submit ticket requests two hours earlier than new people. What even are the chances of getting one of the good/ expensive tickets?

Also, the issue I see with JIB con prices is that they do not include photo OPs which I think would have justified the prices of 600-800 Euros for the higher tier tickets.

Also, also. While I speak German, I’m no longer fluent in Italian, so this also makes me a bit nervous.

I’m the kind of autistic person who is prone to rare meltdowns, almost always connected to traveling, especially when alone and things don’t go according to plan.

So... Lots of ramblings about my insecurities and indecision. I just had to write it down so it’s out of my brain. I’ll probably try to get a Purcon ticket but I don’t have facebook so if they change their plans regarding the VIP/Gold tickets I’m definitely not going X’D

I mean, I could go to both. *throws money out of window* No. No, I want to go to Scandinavia one day, I should save my money! *scrambles to pick the money back up*

[mikareo]

hi!!! i love your account it’s so cute :) can i please request a matchup for jujutsu kaisen? im bisexual & use she/her pronouns <3

for my personality, id say im pretty bubbly and excitable. i’m an isfj & cancer, & i try to look on the bright side and try to listen to/help when they’re sad. im very affectionate with the people im close to, and i tend to cling onto my friends arms and hug them a lot. i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside. i get distracted pretty easily, and have a hard time dealing with change. i tend to be a bit bossy and unreasonable when it comes to something i’m interested in. i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, baking (even though i’m dreadfully awful at it), and reading. i like complimenting strangers, and i try to see the best in everything & everyone! though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about. i have a very “do no harm, take no shit” mentality :) my ideal date would probably be some kind of picnic or a walk in a park on a nice day, i like very aesthetic things ahsjsbsj

please & thank you! have a nice day <3

💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...rezqwr!

hi!! i rlly hope u like this character asjkl the pictures i used are so pretty like i'm in awe of them i love this chara sm :) have an amazing day and enjoy reading !!!

[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your personality matchup results!

congratulations . . .‧₊˚👒✩MAI ZENIN₊˚💐⊹♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ chemistry analysis . . .

while i was reading through your information, i was really torn between yuuji and mai. i feel like you and itadori would have a really good base for a relationship— but i decided it would ultimately be platonic, which lead me to pick mai. i think you two would have a lot to give each other, balance wise, and are, in my opinion, the most compatible out of the jujutsu kaisen characters.

mai has such a gentle soul that she hides behind her prickly personality. she doesn't want to show any types of weakness in case there are those who underestimate her, but with you, it's very different. you have open empathy and kindness, something she wishes she could publicly show, and she has so much admiration for how you carry yourself. whether you're comforting a friend or saving a bug from the corner of your kitchen, she's in utter awe with the natural beauty of your heart. as your relationship progresses, she hopes some of that goodness rubs off on her and gives her the courage to show her true self to her peers; which is something that only you can encourage her to do.

a seemingly unfortunate similarity between the two of you, is your resistance to change. while you're more headstrong and opinionated when you aren't happy with the direction a situation is going, mai is more of a pushover. she's too afraid to really say what she thinks and covers up her fear with aggression and insults. with you, however, she has someone who can speak up for her. while you encourage her to state her true feelings, she stands by your side and supports your remarks and occasional 'unreasonable' responses. you're both very aware of your distaste for change, but don't judge the other for it. rather than arguing, you listen to each other and figure out what's bothering both of you; leaning towards healthy conversations instead of toxic ones.

it's tough to get past mai's phony initial persona, but when you really get to know her, you find out that all she wants is to be like all the other girls in japan. she wants to go shopping. she wants to get her makeup done. she wants to laugh and smile with someone she loves without having to worry about curses and whatnot. with you as her companion, she now has the ability to go do these things and having someone to share those memories with. you make her feel like a normal person, and that's the most valuable thing in the world to her.

[fanartandfanfiction]

From the diary of Phineas Nigellus Black

Entry one: The ministry contacted me about allowing a new student to join as a fifth year. Ha! A fifth year! Why on Earth would I do that? Do they have any idea how much more work it would be to deal with that student? I’m not doing it!

Addendum: Apparently the ministry doesn’t share my feelings. I’m being forced to accept them. They said someone has to spend the summer tutoring the new student. I’m debating on who I want to assign this dreadful task to. Dinah says she’s too busy this summer. Matilda said she’s traveling with her family. And Mirabel is…well, Mirabel. I’m torn between Aesop and Eleazar. Aesop has a bit too much attitude, so sticking him with the student would be a delightful little punishment. Then again, Eleazar is tenured and I have to find something for him to do to keep him busy. I suppose he has drawn the short straw, though really I drew it for him. 

Entry two: The audacity! Eleazar and the new fifth year came barging in during my wonderfully written speech for the beginning of the year. Technically Matilda wrote it, but let’s not split hairs. We had to get out the sorting hat once again for this student, since they missed the earlier ceremony. Eleazar tried to explain but I told him I didn’t care. This was the one and only exception I would make for the new student. 

Entry three: This is a disaster. An absolute disaster. My mustache paste is on backorder. What am I to do in the meantime? Just have an untamed mustache like some common street person? This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life. 

Entry four: Today I valiantly stepped in when I saw two pureblood students bullying a mudblood. I told them that the wise rabbit doesn’t seek to outrun the tortoise, because it’s not necessary. They don’t have to waste their time interacting with mudbloods. They should know they’re superior. 

Entry five: Matilda is infuriating. She keeps coming to me and asking my opinions on things. What’s the point of having a deputy headmistress if she has to come to me for everything? I told her that I will be very very busy with important work for the ministry and that I should not be disturbed. 

Entry six: I’m terribly embarrassed and furious with myself. Eleazar said that a contact from the ministry wanted to meet with me at the Three Broomsticks. Eleazar offered me a drink, and then another, and another…I ended up being completely intoxicated. I’ve no memory of what happened but I’ve pieced some things together. Apparently Aesop came to me about the potion for boils I’d asked him about and had the gall to speak about it within earshot of students. Now they’re all whispering and pointing. I also decorated the great hall in Gryffindor regalia. Gryffindor! Scropes asked me if I was feeling better. Apparently I asked him many strange things. I don’t think the damn ministry contact even showed. 

Entry seven: I have to get out of here. Apparently there’s some sort of rebellion, I don’t pay attention to the quarrels between those creatures and the commoners. Because of that ridiculous new student, they plan to attack the school. Matilda asked me what I planned to do to prepare the school. What am I supposed to do? It’s a magic school, it should be fine. Isn’t it guarded against this sort of thing? I told her I needed time to think and prepare. I’m packing my essential belongings and getting the hell out of here. If anyone should ask, I’ll tell them I went to the ministry for help.