#second side note. who made these options 😭

[katebeckets]

Emily, my dear friend, Fern and Lilac with a tiny bit of Lava for good measure!

fern: in love with your big brain energy

lilac: love to see you on my dashboard

lava: something is most definitely wrong with you (affectionate but worried)

LOL it’s well documented that lots of things are wrong 😂🫶🏽 love you 😘

send me a color!

[caustinen]

Omg I’m actually so in love with your Hollywood au 😭😭 do you have any headcanons for them? Like how they started dating, or what they do on a daily basis, general domestic things!!

Hi!! Sorry I took so long to reply but your ask sent me SPIRALLING — this whole au was such a random quick thing and I never expected it to go anywhere, but thinking of a response to this I got so into it I might actually manage to write something!

Just the first meeting hc got so ridiculously long that I’ll respond to the domestic hc’s (I HAVE SO MANY) on a separate post and tag you! Thank you for the inspiration luv 💘

HOLLYWOOD AU! First meeting:

Their first impressions are not very good… John hasn’t made it big yet but he’s definitely getting some attention so he decides to relocate to Hollywood and find a good PR-team around himself despite having always thought that the marketing/branding side of his profession is capitalistic nonsense — and while he has changed his attitude to the exctent of ”if you can’t beat them join them”, he’d still expect all the suits to be cold business men who don’t care about the art of it all.

Gale on the other hand expects all actor clients to be self-obsessed nepo pricks; he’s been climbing in the industry steadily for years and enjoys the challenge of bringing the best versions of people out and finding them their best options (he takes pride in being very good at what he does) but since initially he ended up in the industry through his love for film, he’s also often annoyed by the up-and-coming stars who only care for the fame.

Loud, relaxed and seemingly no-care-in-the-world John fits this prejudice perfectly, as does John’s expectation for an uptight, borderline rude PR-executive in a suit — at the end of the meeting he chooses a much more laid-back seeming guy called Brady to represent him, and Gale is relieved he’s not stuck with him, he really is, despite the teasing, annoying smile of that bastard refusing to leave his mind for the rest of the day.

Their second meeting is somehow WORSE, in a week or so a meeting runs long so Brady invites John to after-work drinks. Gale looks so different out of his suit (now in a white t-shirt and black pants that hug his waist tightly, hair mussled and curlier after a long day of running his hands through it) that Bucky is absolutely blinded for a second and goes to introduce himself flirtily. Gale stares at him for a bit before informing him they met last week and while John is able to laugh it off with the others, this doesn’t exactly help with Gale’s image of him (why can’t i get that smirk off my mind when he couldn’t even bother to note me??)

It doesn’t help that Bucky gets very drunk and keeps seeking his company, not caring he’s only receiving grunts as reply to his stories told draped over the blonde’s shoulders as Gale sips on his non-alcoholic beer (he also shares the Buck story and starts calling him Buck like in the show), and whatever progress John might’ve done to make him almost smile a couple of times is undone immediately as he flirts with everyone else just as much when he leaves Gale’s side, cementing him in Gale’s mind as a playboy who’s gotten a bit too into his own head with his modest success lately and decides to forget all about him.

After that they run each other a couple of times at the office and social gatherings, and things are civil enough, they chat briefly each time but there’s some strange tension between them that makes Gale uneasy and John confused and a bit frustrated because he usually gets along with everyone but this man just seems to be immune to his usual charm; he can’t understand why the man is seems so cold and barely ever speaks up, that sweet smile he rarely sees him show others is completely wasted on him in his opinion.

They only properly meet again at a premier of John’s new movie a couple of months down the road, the first one under Gale’s firm, and end up in the backroom between the red carpet and John walking into the theater post-film (Brady is busy with organizing everything) and it’s TENSE, they’ve never been in a room by just the two of them and John is obviously nervous wreck which makes him antsy and Gale isn’t making any effort to make small-talk to ease his nerves (he’s not a natural at that okay, and esp with John he doesn’t know what to say)

Only when John is basically doubled over on the couch groaning into his hands as the film approaches its end Gale is forced to interfere. ”Why are you so upset?” ”They’re gonna hate it.” Gale is thrown off, never expecting to see this vulerable side underneath all that loud confidence. ”They’re not gonna hate it.” John scoffs. ”And how would you know?” Gale frowns, annoyed. ”Listen, it’s not Casablanca but you had to know that walking into the project, and you give it enough life to keep the tension up ’till the end. This is your best work since Thorpe Abbotts so just sit back and relax.”

John stares at him, mouth open, despair forgotten for a while. ”You know my work?” he asks, blindsighted, and Gale blushes and turns away. ”Maybe. I go to most films they show in my local theatre so don’t make too much of it.” John doesn’t have time to digest the words properly before he’s ushered to take the applause of the crowd, but it stays with him.

Things shift after that. John starts to pay attention to what Gale says, and realizes while he might speak rarely, when he does it’s always meaningful and thought-out. When Brady wants to make him do some new audition tapes he asks him to bring some of his collegues for second opinions, and he’s satisfied to see Gale roll up to the little studio they’ve rented one afternoon.

Wanting to impress Gale apparently works wonders because he feels like he reaches a new level with scene they’re working with, and the feedback reflects this. Even Gale gives him an approving nod, which somehow sends butterflies down his insides.

He turns his show-off when they go for drinks as a group next time to actually have a conversation with the blonde, and it turns out Gale is OBSESSED with old hollywood — whenever things were bad in his childhood home (often) he’d hide himself into the world of fiction of all kinds, and he’s seen an obscene number of films and loves learning trivia about it too, film star biographies are his favorite genre of books. He used to go to his little local movie theatre so much he was eventually offered a job there and could help with picking the movies, but his brief dreams of being an actor were never realized as he knew he needed a less pecarious job to give himself the stability his childhood home didn’t offer.

Learning these pieces of information draws John even more facinated with him, and Gale seems to be laughing at more and more of his jokes too. Once Gale lets his guard down he has also started to see John underneath the bravado, and makes mental notes to check out the books he recommends and he might even lightly flirt back these days, secretly enjoying the those dark, observant eyes fixed on him and squeezing into a surprised smile.

All in all, it’s been going better for a while until a faithful day, when they’re doing another auditiong tape. Bucky’s been rejected from a film he really wanted earlier that day, and his previous film has gotten some lukrwarm reviews upon getting into streaming services, so he’s in a shitty mood, and the unimpressed faces Gale keeps making annoy him to no end.

They call it a day and they agree to meet at a bar closeby to start the weekend and get everyone’s spirits up. The beer only serves to make Bucky more upset tho, espescially when he sees Gale hitting it up with someone who walks up to him, laughing at his stuff and looking relaxed in a way he never quite does with him. A bit drunk and a lot angry he follows him to the bathroom, Gale noticing him as he walks in with the same swing of the door. He turns around and greets him, the smile from talking to that whatever dude still lingering on his lips being John’s final straw.

”Oh, so you can be happy? Thought it was fucking impossible to achieve.” Gale’s smile immediately drops and his posture shifts, arms crossing over his chest. ”What are you talking about?” ”You’re always making those faces no matter what I do. You’ll ruin your pretty face with all that frowning.” ”What on earth are you-” ”When I try to talk with you. Or when I do a scene and you’re supposed to help but you just keep looking at me like I’m an idiot. I don’r get it.”

Gale starts to get upset too now, something John has never seen before, his calmness finally breaking. ”What do you want me to say?!” ”I don’t know, be fucking supportive for once?!” ”I am being supportive by being honest! Do you think that was the best you can do?” It surprises John, but he’s already too worked up to back down. ”Well what if it is?” They’ve gotten closer to each other in the empty men’s room, and Gale’s hands are no longer crossed, he’s pointing at John’s chest and staring him down. ”You have so much goddman potential, John Egan, and it’s killing me to see you waste it like that. Reach for something bigger. Get more complex charachters, more nunaced scripts. If it takes you hating me to hear that then so be it.” John scoffs despite the blush trying to creep to his cheeks. ”Well since you know fucking everything maybe you should help me find those roles.” ”I’m not your agent, or your publicist, or your mom, or your boyfriend, I don’t see how it’s any of my-” They’re practically yelling at each other, and without thinking John takes the wrist of Gale’s hand poking his chest to his and pushes it down so they’re chest to chest, noses almost touching, so close they’ve gotten. ”Maybe you could just help me out if you didn’t hate me so much.” John isn’t yelling anymore, and all of Gale’s nerves are on fire, he can feel John’s breath on his cheeks, his own pulse pounding in his chest. ”I don’t hate-” And that’s as far as he gets before John crashes their lips together, the small movement inevidable as the sun coming up each morning.

Gale makes a muffled sound into the kiss and goes to grab his shirt, pulling him closer as John reaches to cup the back of his head. The kiss is just as messy and teethy and perfect as the months of growing tension between them has promised. Gale wants to climb him and bite him and drag him down the floor, his own desire punching air out of him as John stumbles until his back hits the wall, his big hand protecting his head from the hard impact. They are lost in it until their lips are swollen and bruised and they’re both more than half-hard after being pressed so tightly together, and Gale bites his abused lips to silence a moan trying to escape him as John dips down to suck and lick on his sweaty neck, his own hand tangling in his curls and pulling and feeling victorious as John makes a choked sound. He pulls until their eyes meet again, and he’s sure his own pupils are as big as John’s as they stare at each other for a moment, both of them trying to catch their breath like they just ran a marathon. ”You drive me fucking insane,” Gale grits at him, and John laughs a short sound. ”I drive you insane?! You’re the one prancing around… Being all, you know, intelligent and sexy with your James Dean features and Paul Newman eyes.” Gale stares at him for a little bit, mouth open, before pulling him into another kiss.

They go back to Gale’s eventually (Gale comes back to himself enough to realize he does not want to be caught with all his collegues on the other side of the bathroom wall) and they make out for a while more, little less heated but just as passionate, but when it’s getting more intense again John has a moment of clarity and pulls away. He’s drunk and tired and overwhelmed and he doesn’t want this to be just a hook-up. Gale understands but asks John to stay the night anyway and he ends up sleeping on his coach that night. It’s a bit awkward in the morning because neither of them really knows what to say and John’s just about to leave, thinking this was a mistake after all, when Gale suggest they’d watch a movie, and the nervous hope in his face grips John’s heart enough to realize there’s no walking away from what he’s started to feel for this man. They watch a film, and another, and by the third the funny commentary both of them make has shifted into the movie playing in the background as they make out, Gale in John’s lap, and it feels right.

John ends up staying the whole weekend, they just watch films and make dinner together and get to know each other. John is scared he’ll overstay his welcome but Gale makes it feel natural, and the exciting newness of it all is addicting, and perhaps exactly because they’ve had to overcome so many of their own prejudices about the other everything feels more vibrant and exciting. Seeing Gale relaxed and smiely and silly and nervous as he rolls his eyes at him when he sings along to the radio as they cook makes his heart miss a beat. He’s completely prepared to not go further than kissing for now but after a delicious, footsie heavy dinner on Sunday evening at Gale’s kitchen they finally end up in bed, and it feels just right that their first time together is slow and searching and absolutely perfect, and they get the final confirmation that their chemistry seems to be working out pretty fucking well.

After that weekend, John never accepts a role without running it by Gale first (they often read them together naked in bed on the weekends, making each other giggle while dramatically imaging the scenes while leaning into each other amongst the fluffy pillows), and within a year he’s a rising star and his name is on everyone’s lips, but he’s only got one pair of lips in mind.

It isn’t just smooth sailing after that either, navigating a relationship and his career and the publicy, but as slow as their love might have started it’s all the more steady for it, and it never stops growing.

SORRY THIS GOT SO INTENSE!!! Literally all of this came to me as I thought how to respond to your ask so thank you for being a major motivation 🖤

[wordy-little-witch]

The Ghost!Roger AU is honestly the best thing I ever read on this site ! It's absolutely perfect 😭

Give me more if it pleeeeease 🥺

I'm really glad people enjoy it!!!!!

I already have a HELLA fixation on the paranormal, and so when I can apply it self indulgently to OTHER fixations, I Am Thriving.

Truly this is my magnus opus.

On that note however, I'm gonna drop some Lore Ideas.

I've said before that Buggy's already aware that Roger is still hanging around. He's not there 24/7, but he does hang out pretty often. Ghosts are Drawn to the things they left Unfinished in this aspect, either by choice or necessity - they hang around on this plane instead of crossing over. Roger made his choices and hated it. He chose the lesser evil, in his mind, because NONE of the options were good.

Then, on that scaffold, about to die, he feels and sees his oldest kids and is frankly more than a little livid.

For one, they're unaccompanied. This is an execution, Loguetown is crawling with Marines - high ranking ones at that - and here stand two barely-teens.

Speaking of them, though, the second thing is how his boys' energies and haki feel. Now Roger has been in a cell for a hot minute - not horribly long, and it's been two agonizing years since he saw his boys, but he knows damn well one should not feel like a ship splintering against the waves while the other has the same warning flags as a landmine in some underbrush. It could be stress, and Roger hates himself for knowing he is a primary contributor to a situation which makes his kids hurt, but there's more to it.

Especially given lucky number three - they're thin. Like. Painfully thin. Buggy had always been rather scrawny, and Shanks had only just begun filling out before Roger disbanded the crew. Right now, his boys looked partially starved, and he was almost certain that if he could get to them, he'd be able to close his fingers around their wrists or ankles with far too much overlap.

Where the fuck was his crew and why the fuck were his sons alone???

The stage was set, though, and he had his role to play. So he just winds his haki tighter, presses as much love-care-guiot-pride-love-love-love into his energy as he can before wrapping it around his kids as subtly as he can.

Then he's spoken, there's cheering, there's movement and pain and-

Nothing.

Roger comes to a few months later.

It takes time to collect himself and his pieces enough to be aware.

Step one - find his kids!!

Shanks and Buggy are not little twin-flame-beacons - Roger assumes they must be back with the crew. He'll have words for them later. For now, Rouge should be due any day! Off to her he goes~

And to carnage he arrives.

It's all he can do to help cause a ruckus where he can when prying eyes get so close to his wife. She is pushing hard with her Haki and he's raging and crying and grieving all at once. Every day that the crusade continues is the day he hopes Garp arrives, that he does something, that he can do anything, that he won't lose her.

He stays longer than expected. A year and a half, and Baterilla is a ghost town. Rouge is barely alive, but their child's energy is bright and bold and u apologetic. Some nights, while she sleeps, he lays his head against her tummy and whispers to Ace or Anne about the world - about the good things, because those are the things the baby should know, those are the things this baby deserves.

Ace is born just as Garp arrives. Rouge dies and Roger grieves.

She comes back far quicker than he did and proceeds to smack him with her shoe, curse him up one side and down another, then wrap him into her arms and cry.

They follow Garp, follow Ace, and they watch over their baby. Dadan is not one who they would choose as a foster mother at a glance, but they warm up to get quickly. Rouge spends her time with Roger watching over their baby boy before she shoos her husband off to check on their other kids. She's never had the chance to meet her stepsons but she loves them all the same.

It takes him longer than expected to find them.

For one, they separated - and how in all the Seas did that happen- and for another, they're making crews. Mostly. Shanks has a crew budding, and Buggy now has a new look in his eyes and a fixation on wearing gloves, but whatever.

So he just. Bounces between the three, occasionally hunting down former crew members to make his displeasure Very Clear.

Only Buggy has ever seen him.

Sometimes Shanks will respond, will seem to Feel something off, but Buggy has always been the one to see the things nobody else could.

So Roger pokes at his littlest apprentice as much as he feasibly can.

It's only by pure happenstance that his kid grows up - and puts on weight, Roger and Rouge both are so proud - and manages to bag a goth Real Housewife Of The Grandline Drama Addict who accidentally-on-purpose adopted a girl with a penchant for divination and spirit boards.

Buggy isn't in the habit of mentioning the things all around people after the first few times landed with broken bones and bogo free trauma.

Now that Roger has ATTENTION however, and a way of talking to more people, AND a chance to gush about his kids to a listening party, well-

He is thriving. Rouge is giggling at him. Buggy is trying desperately to ignore his dead dad and equally dead step mother debating which embarrassing story to tell Pero-chan next.

He's just hoping and praying that they don't tell her about the Secret Spy Incident. He's not sure his blood pressure could take it.

[idontplaytrack]

love how ur carrying the janis smut game so much can you pretty please bless us with a cheerleader!reader and a needy!top!janis? R gets out of practice or a game and seeing her in her h form just drives Janis absolutely fucking wild. (Side note, my hc is that Janis is pussydrunk af like there is no way that girl likes anything more than eating pussy)

LMAOOO I’ve never written this much smut in my life before I started Tumblr but I’m glad to be of service💀 I agree with your hc LOL- this fic is pure filth😭😵‍💫

✧ Heaven Lost An Angel

Janis ‘Imi’ike x cheerleader! fem reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. kissing, oral, fingering, hickeys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation & first time squirting(all reader receiving)

Towards the end of practice, you saw someone walk into the gym and sat themselves down on the bleachers. You took a second look- it was Janis. It wasn’t unexpected that she was here, just…uncommon. She usually wouldn’t be here since she just didn’t like being around the other cheerleaders. But if you were to ask her to wait for you to be done with practice, she would do so in a heartbeat. Twenty minutes later, the coach lets you all go. You said bye to your teammates while walking up to Janis, who smooches you on the cheek. You smiled, but she kept kissing you. They stopped being innocent when you felt her hold on you- possessive. You laughed, “What do you want?”

“Seeing you in your uniform is why I don’t come by and wait that often.” Janis whispers, nibbling on your earlobe, “Drives me insane seeing you in that and tumbling across the mats.”

“Really?” While making your way out of the school, you stopped by your locker, purely to look her in the eye, “You can’t stand cheerleaders but you like me in the uniform?”

“Because I love you and you’re my girlfriend.” She pointed out, a grin plastered on her face as she brushes the stray hairs out of your eye, “You always look good. But this, is just so…fucking hot.” Janis presses a kiss to your lips, cupping your cheek. And she pulled away, she was biting on your lower lip, leaving you just a little bewildered by how she was behaving.

“Seriously? You’re ho-”

“How obvious do you want me to be?” With a protective arm snaked around your waist, you led her to your car. She got into the front passenger seat with you while you drove. Or tried to. Her hand was quickly under your skirt and trying to tease you. “Babe, can you wait till I can park the car somewhere at least?” You squirmed in your seat, “Away from the school? Do you want me to crash my car?”

She stops, leaving her hand on your thigh. You managed to drive all the way home, which was the best option given that no one was home for the rest of the week. Your family’s just flew to Italy for a trip, leaving you alone in Illinois. Typically, you’d grumble. But tonight, absolutely not.

“No one’s home, baby?” Janis asked, her hand squeezing your thigh as you pulled the keys out of the ignition.

“Nobody’s home.” You confirmed.

“Fuck, yes.” Janis cheered, pulling you in for another kiss before the two of you got out of the car. Once the front door was shut and locked, Janis hoisted you up and rushed up the stairs to your room. Single handedly shutting your door, she starts to make out with you while you were pushed up against the door with a thud. Her eagerness made you laugh, “Bit needy tonight, are we?”

“Well, who gave you the permission to look so damn hot?” Her breath fanned against your face, then her lips began to trail down your jaw and neck, sucking the skin and leaving marks after several attempts. You seethed and moaned, causing her to sooth them with a lick and soft kisses. You whined, “Oh, fuck.” “Seems like you are too, baby.” Her tongue invades your mouth once more before she turned around and placed you onto the mattress.

Laying flat on your back, Janis’ fingers trailed upward on your leg and pulled down your safety shorts and underwear in one swift motion. “I’m gonna leave the skirt on. Looks good on you.” Next thing you knew, her index finger ran a stripe up from your entrance to your clit which made you whimper and squirm.

“You’re so wet, y/n.” Her finger circles your clit teasingly then it was brought to your mouth, “Taste yourself.” You simply complied, already wanting nothing more than Janis fucking you already. Thinking about it alone made you grow wetter and wetter. And Janis could no doubt feel it. “You need me, baby. Don’t you?” She hovers over you, tilting your chin up. “You gonna open that pretty little mouth of yours to tell me how to use you?”

You gnawed onto your lower lip, unexpectedly making yourself flinch since your lips were already swollen and slightly bleeding from Janis’ doing. Her eyes stared into yours as she moves back down south, awaiting a response. A verbal response that you were struggling to even form. Once she was on top of you, it was like a cat’s got your tongue.

She tilted her head, looking at you as she pushed your legs apart by your thighs, “You want me to use my fingers?” You shook your head, she bites back a grin. Raising her brows, she dove her face into the juncture between your thighs. Her lips firmly attached to your lower ones as she sucked and licked you like it was her job. Not even a minute in and you were crying her name and tangling your fingers in her hair. “Such a good girl, hm? y/n? Letting me eat you out just like that?” She pulls away briefly and you cursed. Janis knew just how to make you as needy as she was- she always started gently and worked her way up faster and faster. Just how you liked it, and it never fails to make you come. It always works.

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Her being so close- directly stuck on you gave you zero breaks or breathing time. Whatever that fell out from your mouth were profanities or obscene noises of pleasure. To Janis, those sounded like music to her ears that was playing on a loop. But for you? The louder you got, the more self-conscious you were. So you slowly got quieter. Which Janis quickly realised, so what did she do? She presses her tongue flat against your clit then continued lapping at it. You yelped. “You know I gotta hear you, sweetheart. The louder the better.” She pulls away, her chin dripping with your slick. You gulped, nodding almost impatiently.

“Can I kiss you, baby?” She asks lowly, and you pulled her up to your move so you could attack her lips. She moans into the kiss, hands roaming to your ass to give it a squeeze, “You’re so fucking hot, y/n. So fucking hot.” Janis was panting a little when she broke away from the heated kisses. She then proceeded to pull your cheer uniform up just enough to reveal your torso and chest. Gleefully pinching your hardened nipples, you moaned as she’d expected. “Good girl.” Janis praised, leaving a wet trail of kisses down your torso in order to return to your cunt. She knew. Janis knew you’d get even more riled up like that.

And when you felt her tongue on you again, holy flying fuck it felt like you’d ascended into heaven because all you felt was pure pleasure coursing through your veins. The ache grew and grew, but was quickly relieved by Janis’ actions. Your hands found their ways onto the corners of your pillow, gripping at them to divert the attention away from the fact that you needed so desperately to make noise. Nothing more than quiet little whines or whimpers came from you and Janis wasn’t having it. She slaps your cunt, causing you to cry out. “Janis, please.” You plead, feeling yourself start to clench around nothing for a beat. She kept going, having already heard what she wanted to hear. All Janis could care about was sucking you dry every time she feels the wetness return. “Fuck- Janis, oh, my God.” The words flew out as though on autopilot, you blushed. You could hear just how wet you were as she continued working you, the noises were beginning to seem pornographic. “Ah! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your grip in Janis’ hair loosens when you feel the pleasure building to the brim. “Gonna come. I’m-” Your breathing was ragged, “I’m gonna come.”

Your back arched, subjecting yourself to her being even deeper inside you. You unraveled and she didn’t stop you, she just kept going until you practically tried to pull yourself away but your efforts were futile- her grip on you was tight. She persistently held you wide open for her ease to access your cunt, moving along with you. With each flick of her tongue, the soreness grew. It practically skyrocketed. Every single sensation now felt incredibly intense, sending you electric shock-like vibrations down your spine as you attempted to keep yourself together.

“Can you give me another one, baby?” She coaxed, giving you a quick break and kissing your inner thighs sweetly, in the meantime cleaning them up. You still squirmed. “You okay? We talked about this- safe word out and I’ll stop immediately, alright?”

“Just keep- keep going. I can give you more.” You answered, your voice quivering.

“If you say so.” She wipes her chin off, “Last thing I want is to be hurting you.”

“I’m sure.” You nodded as she held your face by the chin, pecking your lips.

“Okay, baby.” Janis responded, spreading your lips with her fingers briefly just for the heck of it and to see your pussy clench. Your whimpers sounded pathetic at this point, driving Janis nuts. She loved it. Her dark, lust-filled eyes watched your fucked out face as your eyelids drooped sleepily.

Your second climax comes way too easily, covering her just-cleaned lips and chin with your pearly-white slick, and just for fun, she plunges two fingers in to tackle your spongy g-spot for a bit. Then you saw her suck her fingers clean, with the biggest grin on her face and her brows raised. Fucking tease. “God, it feels absolutely amazing to feel you clenching around me.” She scoffs, “My needy little princess…” She dove in again, you clearly felt the warmth of her tongue this time. Janis mutters, “Oh, shit. You feel so damn good.”

And then comes the merciless licking and sucking till you cried and came. With the little break, it takes a bit of time for the third high to arrive. But it did, and Janis was fucking satisfied with how you continued to fill her mouth with your juices. Of course, your deal was to come as many times as you could. And she took that seriously. Because you came for the fourth time within seconds of your third and it shocked you, almost clamping her damn head in between your legs. Janis was unfazed. Continuing her ministrations in this manner for awhile before your legs were eased open again. However, she asks for you to sit up. And still being shaky from the intense climaxes, she had to help you up. “Lean on the headboard.” She reminded you, the proud smirk still hasn’t left her face every time she made eye contact with you, giving you insane butterflies.

“One last one, hm? You want that, bunny?”

Oh, fuck. That pet name.

“Okay, yeah- yeah.” You agreed, and so the stimulation for number five started in an instant. You had not a single clue what to do with your hands as they eventually just gripped the sheets beneath you. “Eyes on me, bunny.” Her hand cupped your ass cheek as she looked up at you. A moan followed your nod, then they just didn’t stop. Janis was already more than impressed with you at this point, but the biggest surprise of all? When the coil in your core begged for release, what came out of you was a gush of clear liquid. “What the fuck!?” You damn near bit onto the back of your own hand when you felt yourself let go. “Oh, my God- ho- Janis, Jan-”

The tears that were pricking your eyes fell as you continued going. So did Janis, but her pace was now slower knowing that your limit was near. Especially when you’d squirted for your first time ever and that you were actually crying. Janis finally broke away right as you stopped, gently brushing her thumb over your clit and realising how red you were. You flinched. “Shit.” Janis gasped, “I’m sorry.” You shook your head, gesturing for her to get up and kiss you. She does as you’d asked, her kisses how gentle as she whispered compliments into your ear.

“You did so fucking amazing, my love.” She pulls you down carefully so you could lay down again, “You actually-”

“Right?” You chuckled deliriously, “I can’t believe that.”

“I believe it.” She grins, brushing the hair out of your face and peppering with kisses all over, “How do you feel? Does it hurt?”

All you could manage was a shrug, “I- I dunno. I’ve never came- so many times. But still alright, I guess.”

“Okay.” Janis nods, wrapping her arms around you as you continued to regulate your breathing. “Close your eyes, y/n. Deep breaths, it’s okay, I’ve got you, darling,”

[harlequinoccult]

thank you for explaining the caustic personality!! honestly Vulpine might as well have caustic as his main w apathetic tendencies instead, ig ill find out when the demo is updated XD both personality types fit him too well. honestly he's not that aggressive as a person, he's actually mostly quite polite, but he does have a tendency to stare. the ones who really get to see his aggressive side are the people he dislikes (Host better fucking prepare himself-)

well i figured i'd just finish what i started, and continue on my never-ending ramble. usually i like making Ariel an orphan, it's a bit of a callback to his roots and it fits him, but this time i think the second option i usually go for him fits best: single child of a single mother. she's the only family he has that he knows of, a very loving, religious and hard working lady who was shunned from the community for getting pregnant out of wedlock. the very first fights Ari would get into in his childhood were against kids who would say some unsavory shit abt his mom. having a mother who was blindly dedicated to the same church that constantly made her suffer for the mistake of having a kid without a husband also played a very big part into Ariel becoming an atheist and rebelling against the church in his teen years.

she was p absent as a parent, having to work p much the whole day to be able to support them both, but she tried her best the moments when she was present, and Ari recognizes that and loves her dearly. he started stealing things and got his first job quite young to try to help her pay the bills.

he got arrested when he was around 18 yo, probably getting caught on one of his "heists", trying to steal from the richer houses around, and he hasn't seen her since then. his time in prison was... bad. really fucking bad. the worst, lowest point of his life, in fact.

i have no idea how the legal system works in england and i have no desire to learn, but for what's worth he is caught trying to escape at least once, and spends 2 miserable years in there until he finally manages to leave.

did he actually complete his sentence? lol. lmao.

no. no he didn't. be it by a month, a year, a day, the important thing is he didn't.

is Ariel Fox even his real name? i doubt it. that would be stupid wouldn't it, illegally immigrating to a different country after escaping from prison and using your real ass name to do it, he's smarter than that.

fun fact abt Ari: he does not want to go back to prison. he'll kill himself before they have the chance to catch him.

on a... "unrelated" note, the reason why Carter managed to wrap such a tight leash on Ariel is bc he learned smth he shouldn't have and he's holding that little secret right over his head. im sure you can't possibly guess what he found out that would make Ariel put up w his shit the way he did-

so the fact that Ari ends up in this city (i forgor the name and i can't leave the askbox to check or ill lose everything i typed 😭) is honestly not rlly much of a surprise, nor is the fact that he's p much alone despite living there for years. he's always been a bit of an outcast, a loner, someone who avoids people on purpose. he hasn't seen his mom since he left england, but he looks her up every once in a while. debates whether he should call her. decides it's for the best that he doesn't.

he starts over. new life, new me, or whatever the hell people say. starts off already with shifty connections, he needs a fake identity and a fake birth certificate and a fake everything if he has any hope of passing by unscathed, after all. needs to lay low. not call too much attention. be a nobody. wait until things calm down a bit.

he stays at least a year living like that, settling in, subduing his accent until he can pass it off as having learned it from a family member or some other bullshit. applies for university. becomes just another american college student.

meets someone.

falls in love.

has them taken from him. has his entire life destroyed. again. needs to try to pick himself up. again. is struck with such crippling grief unlike anything he has ever felt before. it's almost as bad as the two worst years of his life.

almost.

he's never letting anything like that happen to him ever again.

anyway! as mentioned before, he was working on getting a doctorate when Carter came along, and he sort of had to drop out after that, to the dismay of his teachers. what was he getting a doctorate on? honestly p much anything would be in-character for Ariel, he's an everything nerd, from language to history to engineering to biology that man wants to know quite literally everything the world has to offer him. his infodumps are the most complete and varied possible, he's a walking talking encyclopedia.

he's an extremely paranoid person who overthinks everything including his own overthinking and really, if nothing else here's to hoping that OD can at least teach him to loosen up a bit-

he never enjoyed doing drugs very much, despite partaking in them quite often in his youth. he's way more likely to experience a bad trip than a good one, so he learned to stay away from them as much as possible, but alcohol and nicotine were a completely different story. he's still addicted to nicotine to this day, the one drug he allows himself to never let go. he was an alcoholic through a big chunk of his life, until someone did Very Bad Things to him when he was too drunk to be able to fight back. that experience just flipped a switch inside of him, it broke him badly enough to make him promise himself to never touch another drop of alcohol in his life, a promise he did very well by until Carter killed his beloved and he had the worst relapse of his life. he's back to being a straight edge now tho, its fine! its not fine

he has immense distaste for the cops of the city, but part of him is kinda grateful that they're so bad at their job or else he would be Fucked. he absolutely despised doing work for Carter, even after he became so numb to it all it made him want to tear his own heart out just to make sure it was still beating. i cannot stress enough how much he suffered inside at the start, part of the reason he started drinking again was to try to ignore how much all of it hurt. at least he could try to make sure Carter didn’t kill innocents. he couldn't really be sure every time, but he tried. he really did.

he probably tried killing Carter at least once. or thought abt it, at the very least. made plans. had it all figured out in his head, down to the last detail, how he would do it and get away with it. ngl, he was probably on the verge of putting it into action when Host sent him that email and just gave him the perfect chance to do it just like that-

as a killer, Vulpine is very much the stealthy type, hiding in the shadows, walking withouth making a sound. if its a group, he'll pick them off one by one, until someone notices and all hell breaks loose or until all of them are dead. if he's forced to kill someone he doesn't think deserves it, he's merciful. very quick, clean deaths, going straight for the vitals, almost painless. if it's someone he thinks deserves to suffer, however... well, he's always been curious to know what a human vivisection would look like.

truth is, he's a sadist. well, a sadomasochist really, but he gets off on making people suffer, and he hates it. he especially hates the fact that hurting the person he loves is such a tantalizing thought. marking them blue and black, covering them in red, it's not really his fault blood is such a beautiful thing, is it? and if his lover wants to do the same to him, well, he's more than happy to oblige. anything for his love. except bondage. getting tied up/held down is actually a pretty bad trigger for him, he hates it, no matter the context

ok well i think that's everything! thanks for indulging me!!

-🦊

The ask is somewhere around here, i know it, but with caustic mcs, Carter assumed they were all bark and no bite. Fitting, i think.

And, given everything, OD is a fitting match, they like learning and they are smart -in their own way- the drugs and partying is for themselves, they aren't the type to pressure people into drugs, in fact, they can and will tell you about the various side effects of any given drug because they think its legitimately interesting.

[loveislandthegame]

thoughts on today's volume! this was certainly an experience. 🙂 for real tho, we've definitely reached the point of the season where everything starts flying off the rails

i'm putting my clown costume on & continuing my natasha route, she told MC that her and stefan are just friends (i was getting mixed signals in this volume tbh, but if stef/natasha are actually romantic if you're off their routes , i'm just gonna assume it's glitches or FB being too lazy to branch rather than her being dishonest)

unfortunately for those who thought uma being a returning islander was going to be a fake-out , hamish brought her ass back in a friendship couple (granted he would've been dumped if he didn't twist, but he seriously couldn't have picked anyone else ? 😭)

then we play whatever this challenge was, i was mentally checking out . i hyped all the guys up except finn. it really bothers me that he keeps flirting with MC no matter how many times i've pied him off, it's giving suresh

i also thought that uma was going to be dumped due to her lack of a redesign ... perhaps fixing her weirdly long broken arm & "5 seconds away from pissing herself" pose is asking too much of FB, but they could've at least given her a new hair & outfits 😭 it wouldn't fix her personality but jeez (slightly off topic but i think uma's face is gorgeous, FB did her so dirty in so many different ways)

i picked all the chill options with her. side note, i'm so bored with these rivals that just go after whoever you're coupled up with . i'd be much more invested if the drama was like: stefan trying to have a proper relationship with natasha, hamish trying to win her back, or even uma wanting to pursue her

speaking of the drama, chen randomly decides that he's somehow more compatible with somebody he's known for a grand total of two days than the person he's been madly in love with for this entire season ... really bad paraphrasing here but my jaw was on the ground when he was like "uma is actually interested in melbourne and did research about it, you shouldn't move to my home city because of me, what if you hate it🥺." mind you, my MC is also australian

FB keeps reusing this "LI and MC fighting because they had a disagreement over the most miniscule bullshit" plot point and i don't understand why . later on he apologises but it's just so...ugh . Overbearing i guess ? idk how to describe it but i think i'm done with him

my tinfoil hat theory is that FB is trying to ruin everybody's route to make finn look good by comparison, and that's just not happening for me luv, but i will say that it made me appreciate hamish more . he's a hot mess but his scenes with MC are very sweet (love a friends to lovers moment)

at least the chen drama gave me the strength to go to the hideaway with natasha without feeling guilty (that damn hyperempathy lmao)

of course we get The Box™ again, but this time there's sexy...crossword ? 😭 (like i've said before, i don't care about these scenes so i can test out whatever FB adds without being like "damnnn that was a waste of time")

it's definitely better than dice, it's not some super spicy thing, just (at least with natasha, idk if it can change) neck kisses before the option of going all the way/bits/cuddling . sexy crossword is a deeply unserious concept but i would go with it if you're tired of the other options

next up is movie night, my MC is a hoe (mainly in the sense that anybody on a wlw route can't officially be with their LI until the final recoupling, but i'm also on hamish's route now) but i didn't do anything in casa, so i wonder what her clip will be. my prediction is that it'll end up being something that can apply to all players e.g. the PDA awards drama

(can't wait for everyone to clutch their pearls over MC turning down finn for the one millionth time 😍)

[vigilskeep]

so interested to hear your thoughts bc i love your supreme ability to take a haphazardly-written bioware arc and turn it into a thematically-coherent masterpiece. how does one do this with sera??

i could never get into her personally (found the way they wrote her voice a little contrived/“haha funney swearing and crude jokes”) and i struggled to figure out her core motivations somehow simultaneously being the red jenny “sticking up for little guy” stuff but also a complete alienation from elves and the actual people she wants to protect?

also found it weird how you can just 😭 kick her out any time when you can’t do that with anyone else afaik. i mean i didnt like her but ?? that was a Choice bioware

ah the big sera question

first of all, upfront, i adore sera. this is just a matter of personal taste that people are going to have or not have, and that’s completely fine! (although people have said before that my talking about certain characters has made them give those characters a second glance, and i hope i can do the same for sera for people who maybe haven’t given her a full shot !!) i am just personally delighted by her. i love the fun of her design and i love her combat style and i love the way she talks, how you have to think through what she’s saying to follow where exactly the line of thought went, and you don’t always get everything but that’s okay bc hurry up we’re already onto the next thing! as someone who uh doesn’t always find it the easiest to communicate verbally, i find it very relatable and freeing and charming that she talks as she pleases and dares anyone to challenge it and expects them to catch up. i love the side she brings out in people in banter and i’ve never regretted bringing her along in the party. i think she’s very pretty. i’m getting distracted we could be here a long time

one thing that really helped me figure out how i could play a seramance was bouncing between potential inquisitors until i got one that could use the way the inquisitor and sera’s interactions are written. a big flaw of the writing is that it pushes your character into a box. partly because of the style of comic relief it’s attempting, it forces you to play the “normal” one who can only be fondly bemused by sera at best and can never be unconditionally supportive, even the nicest options available sometimes coming across critical or condescending. the way i’m personally making that make sense to me is playing an inquisitor who has lived a fairly secluded life and is bewildered and stilted and awkward as she tries to navigate a kind of relationship she’s not accustomed to with a kind of person she’s not accustomed to. but she really is earnestly trying. and sera seems not to always get her either, so there’s this process of trying to figure each other’s language out that i’m personally finding very endearing!

obviously that isn’t for everybody. your inquisitor is whoever you want them to be! that’s just one way i’ve personally responded to the question of how you can take the admittedly flawed writing and work with it, and i’ll have to adapt something different with another inquisitor with a different background.

there’s a lot of specifics i don’t know about her backstory and where her story is going—as i say, i know a majority of spoilers, but i don’t have all the details—so i can’t completely elaborate on my thoughts on how she was written until i have all the information. i’ll have some more coherent comments on my actual opinion of sera’s writing as a whole then! but i will say as a final note i honestly find it a little startling how saying completely insensitive things abt elves rarely stops human characters from being continual fandom favourites—and that isn’t, like, a condemnation, i’m thinking of major characters like leliana and morrigan and anders and dorian who i love as well, that’s the nature of the setting and genre of dragon age and the questions it explores—but meanwhile sera, who is an elf and suffers from internalised prejudice that’s against herself as well, seems to be the one who gets so much of the heat? i’m just putting that out there as food for thought.

wait one more thing sorry. when she talks about the little people and the friends of red jenny and it’s confusing who she’s standing up for, i have to say in her defence i think it’s more than a little unfair to expect her to be remotely comparable in clarity of direction/ideology/purpose as the other inquisition companions and advisors, a sweeping majority of whom are major political figures or otherwise trained professionals in their 30s and 40s, when sera is literally just a random person in her very early 20s with a hell of a lot of initiative and talent. of course she hasn’t figured things out she’s too busy cutting her own bangs. you know?

[hummingbird-games]

Dev Diaries

July 5, 2023

Again. Very upset I can’t just be a game consumer and consumer only BECAUSE I’m making my way through Itch.io, playing jam games, talent surpassed, I’m homebound 🎶🎷

Guys 😭 the entries for Otome and Josei jam this year?? I’m finally in a place where I can play more entries and it’s just banger after banger. If you worked in any capacity on one of those entries, I love you. I am in awe of you. I hope you only get the best things in life. I want to do highlights, but that’ll be a future post, and I haven’t decided if it’ll be on the main HBG blog or my review side blog. 

As for the real purpose of this Dev Diaries? I’m at an impasse. Firstly, I want to toot my own horn and celebrate that after a small break from direct work on Crushed, I just finished a full, thorough playthrough for note taking purposes (and to get my mind right, as my mom would say). Y’all, it’s still a banger. I’m still very much in love with what’s been created, and even more excited impatient for y’all to play the game! Which brings me to the impasse.

CGs, more voice acting, and [redacted] are things I’ve kept in my back pocket for Crushed but held off on because 1) it was a jam entry 2) supposed to be a learning experience and cathartic writing exercise 3) a pallet cleanser before I begin another period of long game development, possibly longer than HSD:JY and 4) self-funding. I like money. It does not like me apparently. 

I keep saying that the character sprites--and onnnnnne minor coding issue I recently discovered, Jesus be a FENCE, EYE 😑-- are what’s keeping us from a clear release date, and honestly they’re the only things needed if I wanted to publish the game and never look at it ever again. So, I propose an idea that’s been kicking around in my head. It has pros and cons but the ultimate goal is what players want because on my end, I’ve made peace with whatever happens. 

Option 1 - We push back Crushed to Fall/Winter 2023. You get a finished base game PLUS I hoard some funds now so we get some of the cool things in my back pocket! Maybe I even request some assistance LOL!

Option 2 - Crushed is released the moment it can be out (still aiming for this summertime). In the meantime, I upload the complete but unfinished build to the Ko-Fi page under a monthly subscription or one time ko-fi fee (whichever is best). Those who can’t wait any longer can play sooner, and those who can wait...can wait. Lol. 

Personally, I lean towards the second option only because this was a jam entry and it while I like dreaming big, this wasn’t supposed to be the fruits of that labor. I don’t want to set a precedent where I throw my all into jam entries that are supposed to be something small, low stress, fun, and a chance to grow as a creator. But option one has me giddy because wouldn’t it be CUTE to release a winter game during winter??? Ehh?? Ehh??

I’m going to abuse the polls feature again because honestly, I never know how many of y’all read these devlogs 😂 I’d like the majority to win, and I can reblog a poll a bunch of times to annoy y’all into a response LOL!!

Of course, if you have thoughts, please feel free to comment! I’m headed back to play some more jam entries and maybe start tackling my reading goal for the month.

- Gemini 💛

Psssttt: If you’re reading this YOU SHOULD PLAY BAND CAMP BOYFRIEND AND TROUBLE COMES TWICE and then go rate and review the games. cool. bai!

[kolkaslove]

Had a dream last night(Sunday night now when I'm posting this)where basically I wanted to but a £10 iPod touch (presumably secondhand) from this CeX like place , but I was really intent on finding out the battery life of the iPod????

So it was a second hand Tec store(?) that looked like it was from Final Fantasy VII or the Arcane show (have not played final fantasy vii so maybe im wrong but, from what I've seen looked just like it or something).

There was a like half second floor thing, where the ceiling was really high so they kinda built a sorta second floor above some stuff and there was a ladder to get there. The back(?) half of the store had some sort of looping thing where it like had a tunnel that went somewhere and came directly back to the rest of the shop in an arch.

I was really dead set on learning the battery life so first I tried looking in the settings to see if it would show me how much of the battery was even still alive but instead it showed me weird values and one of them was like XQF-Z or something like that . So since I could not find the battery life and I was. Desperate to find it apparently I went up to one of the people working there and asked and I was told if I go to the swimming pool there were two people there who could tell me (there were also two people at the shop but one was occupied with someone and I just looked at her and sighed 😭😭😭😭

Also I'm genuinely not sure when this happened but with the loop thing the store had that came back in on itself, I think to get through???? Something I had to basically army crawl throughout two extremely close pieces of rock and it was awful lol. I remember I felt awful just looking at it and I have a feeling I had to do that in a dream before.

Anyways to the pool く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡～⁠>⁠`⁠)⁠～⁠～⁠～～⁠>⁠`⁠)⁠～⁠～⁠～～⁠>⁠`⁠)⁠～⁠～⁠～

°∆°

So I got there somehow I guess idfk and I was like paddling in the water and looking at one of the (????) like guards (????) because they were who I needed to talk to. Also about this fucking pool. On further inspection I am not convinced it was a "pool" I believe it was essentially a playpen within a massive never ending ocean and that is terrifying. It was basically one of those big ass swimming pools from a leisure center except there was a never ending clear blue ocean and blue almost cloudless sky outside, and the sea level was suspiciously the same as the water level in this so called "pool". Also when I saw thought the corner of my eye towards the left I'm pretty sure it went on for infinity. Love how my dream tried to recreate the drawings of water and pools I love to look at but accidentally made it sort of terrifying.

So anyways I was floating in the water with (????) someone ???? I'm not sure who other than they might've had red hair. Anyways I saw the like lifeguard person or whatever that I was meant to talk to about, the fucking iPod battery life , and they just gave me something cryptic and weird in return. I think the other person I could've asked was on other side behind us and far away so talking wasn't really an option even if we could see him.

Yeah fun note actually,,,, the "swimming pool" was somehow connected to a school . No clue how. I went to the (????) changing rooms and leaned my head against the stall door when I was on the inside . And pulled the iPod out of my blazer. Cool(????????)

[isaadore]

say my name | quinn hughes

pairing quinn hughes x reader

SUMMARY after quinn suffers a severe concussion, he loses his memory of the past year, which includes you. wc 1.9k

genre heavy angst, comfort, and fluff

note i’m back 😭 it’s been so long. anyways, i'm planning to write a second part focusing on quinn's recovery and how the relationship with him grows, so let me know how you guys like this!

masterlist | qh43 masterlist

Hockey players are frequently injured, and you know that. Given that hockey is such a physically demanding and aggressive sport, especially at the NHL level, injuries are almost inevitable. You were always grateful Quinn had never been seriously injured.

Until he was.

The arena buzzed with excitement as the Canucks' first game of the season was underway. You sat with Ellen and Jim Hughes in the family section, watching the players take the ice for pre-game warmups.

"It's so nice we get to see them on the ice again," Ellen said, referring to Quinn and his brothers, who had played their first official game the night before. She wasn't addressing anyone in particular, but you and her husband nodded in agreement. You smiled as Quinn skated across the Canucks' side of the ice, knowing how excited he was to be back.

"He looks so happy out there," Ellen said, smiling when she noticed you watching him. "Yeah, he does," you responded, your voice filled with pride.

You tuned out for the rest of warmups, catching up with Quinn's parents and the other girlfriends and wives of the Canucks' players. You updated Ellen and Jim on Quinn's recent training and his excitement for the new season, while Jim shared parts of their offseason family trip.

It wasn’t until the players left and the ice technicians began preparing the ice for the game that you returned your attention to the rink.

Fifteen minutes later, Quinn skated to the blue line, taking his place for the national anthems. The crowd stood with their hats off, and the arena fell into silence.

When the anthems ended and the arena lights brightened, tension gripped the air. This was more than just a game; it was setting the tone for the season, and everyone in the arena knew it.

The puck dropped and the game began. You watched with anticipation as the Canucks made clean passes and executed successful plays. Quinn was in his element. He moved swiftly, maneuvering the puck across the rink with ease. You couldn't help but smile as Jim and Ellen proudly watched their eldest son.

The Canucks dominated the first period, leading the game 2-0. Everyone beamed with pride and excitement as the buzzer sounded, signalling the end of the first period.

After intermission, the game resumed with the same intensity. Quinn intercepted a pass and skated down the ice. The crowd erupted with excitement as he effortlessly moved past defenders. But as he was about to cross the blue line, a player from the opposing team checked him into the boards. The thud was sickening, and the arena fell silent.

Your heart sank as Quinn lay unmoving. The crowd seemed to hold a collective breath as the medical crew rushed onto the ice.

"Oh God," Ellen whispered from beside you. Jim leaned forward, silent, his eyes never leaving his son.

After what felt like an eternity, Quinn was helped off the ice. The silence in the arena was deafening, replaced only by the occasional murmur of concern from the crowd. You exchanged a look with Quinn's parents before gathering your things and rushing to the players' locker room.

When you arrived, security let you through after recognizing you and Quinn's parents and the urgency on your faces.

Quinn was lying on a stretcher and surrounded by medics. You could only watch nervously as doctors ran tests to determine his condition. It took another 10 minutes before a doctor approached you.

"He has a severe concussion; he'll be brought to a hospital immediately. I advise one person to accompany him in the ambulance," she said slowly, "but I will leave that option up to you all. We'll load him in right now."

Your mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, concern, helplessness—your mind couldn’t seem to focus on one.

"Hey Y/N, why don't you go with him? Jim and I will let his brothers know about what happened; you can head there first,” Ellen said, approaching you. Her voice forced you back into reality, a brief escape from the thoughts. Her face was grave as she tried to maintain her composure.

“I will, thank you,” you replied, forcing a smile.

The ride to the hospital was tense. It was quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of medical equipment. Quinn was stable thanks to the medical staff and the doctors, but your mind continued to run with uncertainty. You were concerned about his health and career; you knew his parents, and now his brothers were thinking the same.

Time seemed to move slowly as Quinn was brought into a room and hooked onto machines. You felt as if you were witnessing things in third person. You watched as the doctor walked you through the safety procedures. You watched as the nurses gave you sympathetic smiles and took his vitals. Even after the doctors left the room, you just stood there.

You eventually moved to sit beside him, watching him wistfully. Tonight wasn’t supposed to end this way.

“I’m sorry you’re in so much pain, Quinn,” you whispered. “I’m here for you.”

Everything was a blur after Jim and Ellen arrived to the hospital. It was late at night, hours had passed since the accident, and the game had ended an hour ago. The Canucks managed to hold onto the lead and win the first game of the season, but media reports claimed the atmosphere changed after Quinn was rushed off the ice.

"Thank you for coming here with him, Y/N. You should get going now; you've had a long day," Jim said a few minutes after he and Ellen had settled into the room. "Take care of yourself, okay?" he added, squeezing your shoulder. Ellen nodded, "You'll be the first person we contact when he wakes up."

You smiled and nodded, unable to muster any words.

“Hey Y/N? Sorry for calling you so early but, Quinn’s awake.”

You rushed to the hospital the moment the words left Ellen's mouth over the phone. It's not like you were sleeping anyway; your worries kept you up all night, leaving you with barely 4 hours of sleep.

Jim was anxiously pacing outside Quinn's room when you arrived.

"Good Y/N, you're here," he said, afraid to meet your eye.

"What happened? Is everything okay?" you asked, concerned, preparing yourself for the worst.

"He doesn't recognize you."

Your heart stopped.

"We showed him pictures and videos... I am sorry, Y/N. We said you were coming over, and he said he had no idea who you were."

It felt like all the air was sucked out of your lungs; you couldn't breathe. Jim kept talking, but you didn't hear much of what he said.

After he was finished, you quietly asked, "Is it okay if I go see him?"

Jim hesitated but nodded.

When you walked into the room, everyone's eyes were on you—Quinn’s brothers, Ellen, and Quinn.

When you made eye contact with Quinn, tears threatened to spill. The eyes that once looked at you with love and devotion now regarded you as a stranger. To him, you were just that—a stranger.

Ellen ushered everyone outside, giving you privacy. You secretly didn’t want to be left alone, unsure of how to approach the situation. How were you supposed to start a conversation? Did he even want to speak with you?

“Hey Quinn,” you said quietly.

“You don’t have to be so far, you know,” he replied, gesturing to five feet of space that separated you.

"Oh, right," you said, embarrassed. You stepped closer and took a seat by his bed.

"My mom says you're my girlfriend, but she won't tell me anything else," Quinn said, not meeting your gaze.

"Yeah, we've been dating for a year now," you replied.

When he finally looked at you, he looked guilty.

"Look, I'm really sorry. I know this is hard for you, and it's hard for me too. My doctors told me I need to focus on my recovery, and trying too hard to remember things might not be the best for me right now."

You nodded, trying to keep your composure. "I understand. Your recovery is the most important thing right now. I'll be here, supporting you every step of the way, even if it's from a distance."

He gave you a small, grateful smile. "Thanks for understanding."

The room fell into an awkward silence, the weight of the situation hanging heavily between you. You wanted to say so much, to remind him of all the moments you had shared, to tell him how much you love him, but you knew now was not the time.

"I'll let you rest," you said softly, standing up.

As you turned to leave, Quinn called out to you, "Wait."

You paused, looking back at him. His expression was conflicted, a mix of confusion and longing.

"Can you stay a little longer? Maybe tell me about us? I feel like it's only fair to you if I have some idea of our relationship."

Your heart warmed slightly at his request. "Of course. I'd be happy to."

You settled back into the chair, taking a deep breath. "Well, we met at a party last year. You were charming and funny, and we just clicked instantly. We started seeing each other more, going out on dates, and eventually, you asked me to be your girlfriend.”

As you recounted your shared memories, Quinn listened intently, his eyes never leaving your face. You talked about your favourite moments together—the late-night conversations, the adventures around the city, the evenings spent watching movies.

"I can tell you more later if you want," you said, noticing the tiredness creeping onto his face.

"I'd like that," he replied, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks for staying.”

"Anytime," you said, smiling as you stood up again. "Get some rest.”

As you left the room, you felt a mixture of hope and sorrow. The future was uncertain, and you knew Quinn would need time to heal physically and emotionally. But for now, you were comforted by the fact that he was willing to let you be a part of his journey, even if he didn't remember you.

You stepped out into the hallway, where Ellen and Jim were waiting. Ellen gave you a questioning look, and you offered her a reassuring nod. "He wants to hear about us. It's a start."

Ellen smiled sadly, "That's a good sign. Thank you. I know this is hard, but we're so grateful you're here."

You spent the next few days at the hospital, balancing your time between work, visiting Quinn, and trying to hold yourself together. Each visit brought small progress; he was more receptive, asking questions about your shared life, and showing glimpses of the Quinn you knew and loved.

One evening, as you sat by his bed, Quinn turned to you with a serious expression.

"I still don't remember everything, but I feel like I should give us a chance. Can we take it slow? Maybe try to rebuild what we had?"

You felt a rush of hope at his words. "Of course. We'll take it one day at a time. I'm not going anywhere."

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[snowdrrops]

MASTERPIECE

ABOUT ! pairings: haino / cytham includes: mentions of wounds, blood notes: if im going to be 100% honest, i hate this oneshot so much but i want to post it before version 3.1 drops so 😭 i'll probably write a second version after im done with my finals :)

Three consecutive knocks on the door startled Alhaitham awake, almost falling off the couch he was sleeping on. 

Kaveh had brought home a friend and they were occupying the guestroom. As a result, the couch was the only option left for him.

Still half conscious, he rubbed his eyes and headed towards the door.

Who would come knocking on his apartment door at midnight? Because of the state he was in, these thoughts failed to cross Alhaitham's mind.

What the scribe did not expect was for the spear of the General Mahamatra to be pointed directly at him, a stern look on plastered on his face.

There was an open wound on his head, blood oozing out of it and multiple fresh cuts littered his entire being. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

Alhaitham blinked several times, registering the sight before him. He felt his heart drop into his stomach; General Mahamatra was an undeniably skilled fighter and yet, he was so gravely injured.

“Eremites.. Sumeru city..” Cyno huffed, seemingly out of breath, as if he had just ran a mile, “Can't do this without you.”

Alhaitham's eyes widened, heartrate picking up. Did Cyno really deem him worthy of fighting by his side?

He gently held onto the end of the spear that was pointed at him and lowered it, “You're injured, General.”

Cyno's expression stiffened, “If such a trivial matter bothered me, I would not be here.” 

Alhaitham shot him a look of resignation. Cyno would not be Cyno without his stubbornness.

“Let me bring you to-” Alhaitham paused when Cyno gripped onto the door for support, letting go of his spear. A thud sound pierced through the night air.

“Just a little dizzy,” the shorter male murmured, his gaze on the ground, as if he was ashamed. One thing both of them had in common was the amount of pride they carried, always inflated and heavy.

“With all dued respect, General, are you aware of the effects of an open, untreated wound?” Alhaitham questioned, forcing himself to not reach out to touch Cyno's face.

The few seconds that followed seemed to go by in slow motion, Cyno's eyes slowly screwing shut and falling forward into Alhaitham's arms.

Alhaitham shook him slightly, “Cyno?”

The blood stained Alhaitham's hands and he pondered for a moment if Cyno was dead. 

Alhaitham quickly dismissed the thought, ignoring the dread he felt in his stomach. Cyno was strong, death would not reach him that easily.

He led Cyno to the couch, carrying him bridal style. After setting him down comfortably, Alhaitham pressed gently onto the wound with a clean cloth. 

Even while sleeping, Cyno was frowning; the stress of being General Mahamatra could never be relieved: one of the reasons why Alhaitham turned down the offer. However, it was a mere contributing factor.

The Grand Scribe knew of someone who had worked much, much harder for the position and gave it up for his sake.

Constellations of stars were twinkling in the sky beneath the clouds, Alhaitham marveled at the sight despite having the opportunity to chance upon it every time the sun sets.

He stroked Cyno's cheek while muttering softly, ”Why aren't you taking better care of yourself?” 

The sound of a door clicking open surprised Alhaitham, he looked up to find a shocked Kaveh staring at him.

“Is that General Mahamatra? What- why is he bleeding?!” he gasped. “Did you two fight?”

“Keep your voice down. He came here seeking my help but unfortunately, passed out,” Alhaitham replied. 

The two remained silent before Kaveh spoke up. 

“Oh, Alhaitham. You're in too deep,” a smirk made its way onto his way, a suggestive look in his eyes.

Alhaitham furrowed his eyebrows. “Pardon?”

Kaveh yawned and waved him off. “Nothing, nothing. Going back to sleep now.”

Just like an artist treating a treasured painting with the utmost importance, Alhaitham treated each and every one of Cyno's wounds meticulously. 

Alhaitham decided that Cyno might just be his masterpiece.

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Beams of sunlight poured in through the apartment windows. Pain was surging through Cyno's head, his entire being ached, as if he had been in a vigorous fight. The apartment around him was unfamiliar, but had a homely feel to it.

He tried to sit up but found that there was an obstruction. Alhaitham laid by his side, head leaning on his crossed arms. He was still asleep, a few strands of his hair partially covering his eyes.

With the help of the sunlight, the man looked almost.. angelic. Cyno almost laughed out loud as he thought to himself, appearances can certainly lead one astray.

Cyno felt his breath being taken away without warning, as if Alhaitham had stolen it from him. How did he not realise this before?

It was then that Cyno noticed all the bandages that littered his body, feeling a blush warm his cheeks as there was a heart drawn on one of them near his ankle.

Alhaitham had taken care of him. 

Cyno felt immense gratitude for him, they were not on the best terms but he'd still help him nonetheless. Who knows what could have happened if Alhaitham had shut the door on him last night?

Without thinking, he leaned forward to press a kiss on the sleeping male's forehead, “Thank you, Alhaitham.”

[stop-or-ill-tell]

I have so many thoughts on today's episode holy shit

1. Birds of a feather flock together (Minwoo and Attorney Jang). Fr though I was cringing so much. I have really bad second hand embarrassment even for people I don't like and watching Attorney Jang fumble through that case was truly painful

2. I always feel conflicted about Choi Suyeon cuz on the one hand she's got a very frustrating mindset about autism and Youngwoo but on the other hand she can't stand seeing her suffer even when she's not around to hear the things being said etc. It feels like she either pities Youngwoo or thinks Youngwoo can't handle herself or she doesn't and is just a genuinely decent person who rationalizes her actions in an ableist way cuz she doesn't have the language to explain why she actually likes Youngwoo when others don't (and ik she shouldn't have to defend her friendship to assholes but she has now been asked to do so by assholes on multiple occasions). Some of her actions lead me to think it's the latter but I just can't believe that's true because she likes enemy #1 Kwon Minwoo which only can be explained by the former. I'm not sure if they didn't know what they were doing with her or if she's going to have more explanation. Ig we'll find out tomorrow. Because let's be honest, it's way to late to redeem Minwoo and Suyeon won't be the one to educate him (see their conversation about how they can't act like Youngwoo 🙄)

3. I didn't say anything about last Thursday's episode cuz I didn't have time. But I'm not worried at all about Junho and Youngwoo. Everything points to them getting back together. Especially after the chat they had this episode. My guess is Junho is now just taking his time to fully absorb her reason for breaking up with him and considering his options. But I think they'll be fine

(Also, complete side note, but the way everyone is comparing this to 2521 is so funny and so sad to me cuz 2521 is my favorite kdrama and I actually liked the end. Ik I'm in the minority but I really appreciated it, I made a post about that when it came out tho so I won't reiterate it here. And I don't think this is the kind of show where we have to worry about anything like that here. Especially because we knew it was coming in 2521, the seeds have not been planted here. Even if Youngwoo and Junho don't end up together, I think they'll have a satisfying ending)

Junho can tell how much she misses him. From the beginning of the episode he noticed her waiting to see him and he knows she just has to see him and that's it. But also that scene in court after the plaintiff took cyanide he wanted to help her so bad. Also also I think both his and my heart cracked when Youngwoo said she was afraid of making him feel lonely because she likes him so much 😭😭😭😭

4. THAT TRAILER!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHES GONNA MEET HER BROTHER!!!!!

5. Attorney Jang pissed me off but I genuinely laughed when he pushed the rookies to the reporters and then hid sneaking into the car... although driving away without everyone felt very out of character for Junho

6. HARY'S PLACE HAS BECOME THEIR HANGOUT I LOVE THEM THEY ARE SO DRAR TO ME

7. SPEAKING OF DEAR TO ME! ONCE AGAIN THE WAY YOUNGWOOS FRIENDS IMMEDIATELY BONDED WITH JUNG MYEONGSOEK!!!!!!!! I hope they're friends forever. The fact that a) they visited him in the hospital and b) that he made foOD FOR HIS MOTHER - save it. I wanted Hairy and Suyeon endgame before but I take it back. If we don't see a hot and heavy Attorney Jung/Hairy make out scene in the finale I'm staging a protest

[meltwonu]

11. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

22. “Mine.”

45. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

notes; meditation-specialist!minghao, softdom!minghao, daddy!kink, fingering, dirty talk! Honestly this is v soft so...LOL 😭💕 but oh man, the way this fit the idea i had saved for hao’s drabble *chef’s kiss* thank you 😩💕💕 there’s only a few more drabbles left for this cycle of fics 👀 aren’t we all excited for the next one? 🥴😈 As always, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

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The rain pitter-patters on the glass windows beside the bed - softly lulling you to sleep next to Minghao.

A content sigh floats past your lips as you give in to the tiredness; eyelids feeling heavier and heavier until a sudden light fills the room and a loud crackling noise from outside has you gasping harshly as all the tiredness leaves your body in a matter of milli-seconds.

“What the hell!?” You whisper harshly - goosebumps rising on your skin at the loud crackling that makes no effort to stop as you start to press yourself into Minghao who’s facing the opposite direction.

“‘Hao…”

“Mmrh…”

He makes a noise of acknowledgement but doesn’t move, even when you start to squirm against his back. “‘Hao… wake up, please…”

Minghao grunts; sleepy eyes being forced open as he starts to come out of his sleepy haze. “Huh…?”

“There’s l-lightning ‘n thunder…” Muttering, you quickly turn to face him and it’s not long before Minghao does the same until the two of you are facing each other. He knew of your fear of lightning and knew you especially hated it when you could tell it was close-by.

“Baby…” His voice is laced with sleep but he leans in closer to you; gentle hand on your cheek as he tugs you into his arms. “Gonna be a long night? Or do you want me to help you calm down so you can get some rest?”

You contemplate your options and for the umpteenth time since you started dating him, you were glad to be dating someone who was a meditation specialist. 

It didn’t happen very often, but when it did, Minghao was the only person that could calm you down and take your mind off of the thunder and lightning that would have otherwise had you paralyzed in fear and unable to sleep.

“D-dunno, I--I’m not sure I can s-sleep with the n-noise…” Nodding, Minghao exhales deeply before he stares at you in the dark. “Let’s switch positions, okay? I’ll be by the window instead.” You nod once before he helps you over him, and instead of facing the bedroom windows, you’re facing the opposite side of the room as Minghao spoons you from behind.

“Close your eyes for me, baby.”

Your eyes flutter shut as Minghao wraps an arm securely around your waist. “I want you to take deep breaths and count to five and then exhale nice and slow for me, okay, baby?”

Thunder cracks in the distance as you flinch and Minghao squeezes you reassuringly in response.

“Don’t focus on the noise outside, just focusing on your breathing and my voice, baby.”

“O-okay…”

Minghao has you doing breathing exercises for what feels like ages before you’re whimpering; still too focused on the thunder and lightning to calm yourself down completely even with his gentle voice guiding you.

“I can still feel how tense you are, baby… Usually you’re a little better by now... Everything okay? Something else on your mind?” He nuzzles into your neck as you sniffle - he was right. 

Usually, by now you were at least a little calmer but something about the way the lightning made the building shake and the thunderclaps that sounded right outside the window had your breath stuttering every few seconds.

“I--’m s-sorry, d-daddy…”

There’s a shift in the air on Minghao’s end - eyes peering over your shoulder and into the darkness as he quickly formulates his next plan of action.

“Don’t apologize, baby. It’s not your fault, okay? But I really want you to relax for me and you can’t do that if you’re focusing on what’s going on outside. Just focus on my voice.”

You nod once before exhaling shakily.

“You usually love it when daddy fucks you when it’s raining, don���t you?” He whispers into your ear as your eyes flutter shut. “The curtains drawn open so you can watch the rain fall while you ride my cock… You always look so pretty too…”  

Minghao kisses your clothed shoulder as you let out a stuttered moan.

“Mm, and I like fucking you nice and slow… ‘Cause you always look extra pretty begging, ‘daddy, please let me cum’ sounding so good on your lips...”

“A-ah… d-daddy…”

He whispers praises into your ear as your body heats up under the covers - biting into your bottom lip to hold in all your tiny cries when you start to feel his hand snaking under your sleep shirt and over your panties.

“Oh? I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet. See? Just focus on me, baby.” The pads of his fingers dig into the growing wet patch on your panties as you moan loudly in return.

“I--I like hearing, ah, you t-talk, daddy…”

Minghao grins against your shoulder; fingertips teasing you over the fabric as you start to grind against his fingers. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive. Or is it that you’re just finally relaxed, hmm?”

You mewl when you feel him start to push your panties to the side and you hook one of your legs back around one of his to give him more access.

“Mmh… T-thank you for ge--getting me to, ngh, relax, daddy…” Mumbling, you start to think less of the thunder and lightning outside and more about the way Minghao’s fingers slide through your folds in a painfully slow manner.

“You’re welcome, baby. You know I’ll always help you, right?” He teases your clit - rubbing soft circles on the nub. “Mine. My pretty ‘lil baby is all mine, right?”

“Ah, ‘m yours, daddy…”

Minghao makes sure his fingers are thoroughly covered in your wetness before he’s positioning a digit at your entrance - slowly easing his middle finger up to the knuckle as you mewl and clench around him.

He kisses the shell of your ear before he starts a slow pace thrusting his finger in and out; going as slow as possible to let you feel the drag and curl of his finger inside your tight warmth.

“F--feels good…”

“I still want you to breathe nice ‘n slow for me - focus on my fingers.”

He pumps his finger a few more times before he’s positioning a second digit; slowly easing it in next to his middle finger before he places his thumb on your clit at the same time. 

“O-oh, d-daddy....!” 

Minghao kisses your clothed shoulder a few more times before he nuzzles your neck - keeping his slow pace as he rubs soft, slow circles on your clit and curls his digits inside of you in an unhurried manner. 

“Mm, we have all night, baby... I don't want you to cum so soon, okay?” 

He scissors his fingers, stretching you out as garbled whines spill from your lips. 

“B-but what if, ah, I w-wanna cum...” 

“Hmm? Do you want to? Will that get you relaxed enough to get some sleep or will daddy have to fuck you afterwards too?” 

You use a free hand to place over Minghao’s forearm, squeezing his skin when the pad of his thumb presses into your clit with more pressure. 

“C-can you make me, mmh, c-cum and--and then fuh--fuck me t-too?”

Minghao chuckles, airy and light before he starts to snap his wrist a little quicker. He already knew the two of you would be up all night after the first few minutes of his fingers deep inside your warmth - he just hoped you wouldn’t be too tired in the morning.

“Anything for you, baby.”

[daniellesimagines]

Goodnight Moon (Calum Hood) *

word count: 1852 requested by: none pronouns: she/her warnings: cancer, death of a pet fandom: 5 seconds of summer au type: veterinarian summary: just pure heartbreak as you sit at the vet’s office to have your dog put down inspired by: none authors notes: i miss my dogs 😭😭😭 other parts: none

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You were sitting in the vet's office, trying not to cry, but it didn't work. It never worked around Luna. She always knew when you were sad.

Luna had been the family pet since the summer before you went into high school – your parents had adopted her as a puppy from the shelter as a surprise since you were so nervous about going to a new school. When you officially moved out after college, they insisted on you taking the dog with you, telling you they'd feel better about you living on your own if you had Luna there to keep you safe.

Luna was a purebred pitbull, but while she looked intimidating, she was anything but. No matter who was at the door, she would bark once and then go sit in front of it until you answered, ready to happily greet whoever it was. The more frequent visitors – such as your close friends and family members – would never fail to bring a treat or two for her, creating the running joke you had about how they only ever came around to see her.

And to know that they would never be holding treats as they came through the door anymore reminded you just how real this was.

Everyone that looked at the dog could tell she was nearing the end. She couldn't take as long of walks as she used to, she needed help getting onto your bed at night... She was just getting too old.

When you noticed her limping on her front left leg, you started to get worried. Luna recently started doing everything she could to just avoid using it at all. And that was when you found out about the cancer.

It was a regular vet checkup for Luna, but you'd told the doctor about her leg and he said he would do some x-rays on it. He had you wait while he took the dog back and when he returned, you could tell by the look on his face that it wasn't good news.

He said that they could remove her leg and begin treatments to get rid of the cancer, but she was in such a late stage of it that it had spread past the point where amputating would get rid of it completely. Your only other options at that point were to either continue as you normally would – but that would only cause her more pain in the long-run – or have her put down.

The doctor told you to go home and think about it for a couple days, but you already knew what you had to do. You called your parents the second you got home and told them what was going on, and they made the drive to stay with you for a couple weeks so they could be with Luna one last time.

And now, here you all were – sitting in the vet's waiting room. Your mom and dad were on chairs while you were on the floor with Luna, her head on your lap as you scratched her head the way she always liked.

But she could tell when you were upset or sad.

When she knew, she would stand up on your lap and lick your face until you smiled again. And that was exactly what she did.

She slowly got up, hobbling up to you, putting her paws on your calves, and licking the tears off of your cheeks. Your parents smiled through their own tears as you finally smiled for what felt like the first time in two weeks. You wiped the dog's slobber off of your face with the sleeves of your sweater before kissing the top of her head and petting her again.

"Y/N," you heard off to the side. You looked up and found the veterinary assistant, Calum, smiling slightly at you. He motioned for you to follow him, wordlessly letting you know that it was time.

You looked back at your parents and they each had a brief moment with Luna, kissing her head and telling her they loved her, telling you that they would wait so you could be with her until she was gone. Calum walked over to you, holding his hands out for you to take. He pulled you up from the floor and greeted your parents softly before leading you back.

You'd met Calum during the last few checkups Luna had since he was training to be a veterinarian himself. You even went on a few dates with him, but you hadn't labeled yourselves just yet.

You felt him squeeze your hand every once in a while as his thumb rubbed the back of your hand. He knew how much Luna meant to you and he knew this wasn't going to be easy by any means, so he just offered silent comfort, letting you know he was there for you.

Calum led you into the room where the vet was already waiting, smiling sympathetically at you. He greeted you – he didn't bother to ask how you were because it was already written all over your face. Luna happily accepted the head rub and ear scratch he gave her before limping around in a circle for a moment to comfortably lie down beside your feet.

"I'll be back later, okay?" Calum told you, his voice gentle. You simply nodded, barely even able to smile when he put his hand on your upper back and rubbed it lightly before leaving the room.

"Hi, Y/N," Dr. Hadden said lowly once the door closed behind Calum. You couldn't even force yourself to return a greeting, but you did manage to look up at him as he sat down on the chair at the small desk. "I know you're feeling a great deal of things right now, but you know that this was the only option that was best for Luna, right?" 

Your nod was hardly visible – you knew deep down that Dr. Hadden wouldn't be doing this if he could do anything else for her pain, but that didn't mean you had to like it – but he still saw it, and he nodded as well, continuing on. 

"So what we'll do – what we always do in these situations – is after I give her the injection, I'm going to leave and no one will come back in here until either enough time has passed and the shot has taken effect or you come out on your own, okay?" You just nodded again. "You're more than welcome to sit on the floor with her, but I'm ready to go when you are."

"Okay," you whispered, clearing your throat lightly when your voice cracked. You, of course, immediately dropped down to the floor beside Luna, beginning to scratch her head again. She appeared to smile, licking your knee and making you involuntarily laugh softly.

"Are you ready?" Dr. Hadden asked. All you did was nod, not looking away from Luna.

The doctor leaned down, pet Luna's side a couple times, and then stuck her leg with the needle he'd already had prepared. He pet her again before getting up without a word – knowing you didn't want to speak – and quietly left the room, allowing you to have your final moments alone with Luna.

It seemed like the second the door closed behind Dr. Hadden, the tears just started flowing. Your hand never stopped petting her and the tears never stopped when she started breathing more slowly and when her eyes started dropping and when her body finally stopped moving up and down. You cried as softly as you could – though you knew no one else in the office would have minded if you were loud – for nearly 10 minutes before you just simply ran out of tears and couldn't cry anymore.

Once you let out all the tears you thought you had in you, you took in a shaky breath, kissed Luna one last time, and stood up. You were wiping your face just as Calum was coming back into the room. He took one look at you and knew that Luna had finally passed.

"Is there anything else I do for you, Y/N?" he asked quietly. It was then that you realized you had more tears to spare when you felt them start falling down your cheeks again.

"I just want to hug something that can hug me back," you cried softly. Calum immediately held his arms up and you rushed over to him, hugging his waist tightly.

You felt one arm around your shoulders while he walked you back into the room, just enough to close the door behind him, not wanting other people to walk by and give you that look of pity he knew you didn't like. His other hand moved your head as he kissed the side of your forehead, but it was silent for the most part, neither of you saying a word. The fingers running through your hair and the small kisses on your hairline managed to calm you back down to the point where you were only sniffling every once in a while, but even then, you refused to let go of Calum and – to your relief – he refused to let go of you as well.

"You know Luna loved you more than anything, right?" he murmured, "And you know she knew you loved her just as much?" You had a feeling the questions were rhetorical, but you still barely nodded in response anyway. "And I know you're hurting and I know it'll be hard to get used to not having her there, but you have to remember that she was in pain every day and now she's not anymore," he kissed your head again, "You knew you couldn't keep putting her through that even though you still wanted her with you, and she knew that everything you've ever done for her, you did because you love her." He felt you start crying again a little harder as you squeezed him a little tighter. His lips returned to your skin, and you stayed there for a few more minutes.

When you'd run out of tears for a third time, you felt Calum stop kissing you.

"Why don't we go back out with your parents, huh?" he said gently, "And I'll have Dr. Hadden talk to you all together about what you wanna do with her next, okay?" He felt you nod into his shirt before you finally lifted yourself up. He let go of you, only to put his hands on your cheeks and wipe the tear stains with his thumbs. "Everything's gonna be okay," he assured you, "You know that, right?" You gave him a small, genuine smile that time.

"Thank you, Cal," you whispered, making him grin lightly as well. He brought your head forward to kiss your forehead, but he didn't say anything – he just let go of your face and took your hand, tangling your fingers together and taking you out of the room.

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what was the point??? there wasnt one, i just wanted to make ppl cry lmao

also sorry for the new wave of tears when u make that connection between the title and name of the dog

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Other service AUs: Luke / Michael / Calum / 5SOS / Luke / Ashton / Calum / Michael / Ashton / Calum / Calum / Ashton / Michael

[staysuki]

as I promised to practically nobody but I just really wanted to, here is the chaos of my thoughts and some theories about slc, it's a mess so I'm just posting how i was writing it in my notes while reading

- hyunjin tormenting y/n for apparently no reason since childhood (maybe he had a crush (?) back then and didn't know how to show it????)

- but wtf is his deal hurting her to the point she had bruises, chill out 💀 I will need a seriously good reason to even slightly justify that behavior

- candy is either hyunjin (still most likely) or felix because the two of them don't have y/n's number and others do so... they would find out by now

-candy "I have a sweet tooth" and hyunjin stealing that chocolate croissant at the cafeteria is kinda sus if you ask me 🤥

- I'm seriously waiting for some character to eat twix or smth to pinpoint candy (ik that would be too obvious huh,)

- pLS wonpil and bibi... they would be kinda power couple ngl

- idk who from the anons had the theory that bibi or somebody from the girls from the dorms is involved in the 🍃🍃🍃 business or smth, that would be a funny connection to seungmin

- candy going "busy" for a few days somehow made me think back then the first time that if candy is hyunuin, he's like going to be high and all for a few days? (even tho they mentioned just "one hit", but like seungmin said: magician never tells his secrets, so who knows how many he has up in his sleeves)

-BUT what if (I really don't how how tho) candy is seungmin and he knows (because he has her number later on for a project..maybe knows from the start because he's our "magician") and is kinda standing up for her (as I mentioned in one earlier ask) because he knows her sweet "chocolate" side and if he knows how hyunjin treated her (because childhood "friends") he is somehow involved with felix in that shady paintings business ?? like what if that convo about hwang being clueless and getting money wad between seungmin and felix (also photography is ARTS right??? 🤯🤯 and candy is finally pursuing artssss)

- also back to seungmin / candy theory -it kinda goes against my point earlier (that with phone number) but because "he likes to live easily" and mentioned that 🍃🍃 and stuff are good because he gets money and doesn't need to do a part time jobs, y'know... what if he has another phone??? just thinking 🤷‍♀️

- candy "spoiling myself from tonight" at the night of that orientation- they're getting high as a ceiling (????) so this makes my candy suspects hyunjin and seungmin now wtf is this mess right here 💀

- or with that second phone theory and bibi kinda being maybe involved in 🍃🍃🍃 business, how funny would that be for her being candy 😂 (I swear I'm just making up some dots to connect smth that's not even here)

- but candy said about that spoiling themselves night that "friends has some connections" so it either can be hyunjin talking about seungmin or seungmin about his supplier (would make sense to me 🤥)

if in the end it'll turn out to be hyunjin I'm gonna laugh at myself for making things so complicated, when sometimes the easiest option is the right answer 🤡

okay I'm like halfway through part 6 and I need to sleep, it's almost 2am so this is the most I can think of about some slc theories, goodnight 💕 and sorry for literally useless paragraph 😂-🦄

welcome to the theory pile~

- here’s an interesting non-spoiler spoiler, we’ll be having a very nice hyunjin pov written part in the future 😏. still very far off though, i don’t really know when i plan on revealing backstories but it’s in the very very back of the priority list rn because ✨thrill✨

-hmmm, they’re the two who doesn’t have her number huh, interesting point hm 🤔

-PLS 💀 you want me to just point it out directly huh. chapter 17 is going to be a written chapter and i drop mega hints in those so~ 😏

-power couple 😭😭 or drugs maybe

-haven’t seen one like this. interesting theory that maybe someone, whoever, has her number already knows. interesting~ seungmin and felix tag team vote for you huh 🤔 tbf, seungmin seems to be a very smart enTrEpReNEur, who else what kind of illegal money making business he has up his sleeve just so he could be swimming in cash 🤧

-A BURNER PHONE. he has a drug dealer burner phone 💀💀💀

-didn’t you just sus out felix as well 🤧

get some rest unicorn anon~ HSHSJDHSHD you did well 😌 i thoroughly enjoyed that read. v v fresh insights. you threw me aback with the seungmin ones, i like em 💓

[yjunies]

tagged by @gyukai (thanks so much, ryu 🥺) long post, so answers are under kr

1. why did you choose your url?

my twitter handle (choijunies) was taken so i had to go with the second best option

2. any side blogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

this one is a sideblog. my main is @mercurymorning i’m one of the admins at @fymonsta-x and i’ve got a few tester blogs to test out fymx’s themes

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

omg since 2010

4. do you have a queue tag?

nope!

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

i started this sideblog when i got into kpop. i wanted a place to post only kpop edits, gifs and gfx 

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

choi yeonjun supremacy

7. why did you choose your header?

it’s just a white bg 😭

8. what's your post with the most notes?

lit no idea... my old bts posts have a lot of notes but it’ll take me a while to go back and find them

9. how many mutuals do you have?

most of the people i follow are my mutuals. i know it’s a bit confusing bc i follow from a different - and active - blog. sorry 

10. how many followers do you have?

9,625 on my main, 828 here

11. how many people do you follow?

205

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

yes. many times

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

i’ve been spending most of my time here lately

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

no i don’t think it has ever happened

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

no proper opinion, really. i understand the frustration, but i also believe ultimately people get to decide what they want on their blogs. also, might i add, there are many ways of supporting people who post their creations!

16. do you like tag games?

yes

17. do you like ask games?

i think their fun!

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

oh ever since i came back and got into the fandom i’ve noticed that everyone i’ve met is pretty famous!

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

on all of them honestly. everyone is amazing and you’re all so friendly and supportive. best people

20. tags?

i tag @moon-yoongie @heeseunq @jaehyukkies and really everyone who sees this and hasn’t done it yet 💛