#she named her fucking kid after him for christ’s sake

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

No bc Frank hitting Debbie was literally so upsetting

Like she loved her dad in the first seasons, and always thought he could change, and idk him hitting the person who once loved him the most made my heart break :((

ok hi hello hi i was trying to respond to this and then LIKE A LITTLE BITCH tumblr deleted it soooo yeah ik this isn’t relevant but i want to bitch about it so i’m bitching about it so sorry if this post isn’t my best it’s a remake kinda

ANYWAYS

i was already sad about this, but then you said that, and now i’m even sadder. like, “hitting the person who once loved him the most” 😭😭

frank and debbie are so fucking complex… i’m writing about them right now and when i post it i’ll link it to this but like… god. they’re one of the saddest duos in shameless, in my humble opinion.

debbie fucking loved frank so much. she cared for him so so fucking much. she made sure he was safe at night, she waited for him, she joked with him, checked on him, fucking took care of him more than he took care of her because at this point, she was parenting him more than he was parenting her and in return she got empty promises.

i am a firm believer that what set debbie on her season 4 downfall was 3x02. she had already lost hope in monica from 2x12 (and kinda 2x11 but not really), but she still had hope in frank. she knew he was a shitty, abusive alcoholic who would never change but she still waited for him, still prayed for his return, still let him into their house and let him sleep in her bed. but then he and his friends destroyed and pissed in her room, and frank destroyed her project (that he refused to help her with) and suddenly… she’s just changed. like, a part of her dies and she just goes fucking crazy on him.

i think that for every gallagher child there was a point in their life where they just officially lost hope, and that was debbie’s.

and then in season 6 their relationship is mended almost? like, they spend a lot of time together, he’s the only one she has at the moment, and they go to that weird-ass place with queenie together (i forgot what it’s called sorry LMAO). like there’s a moment before she’s gonna give birth to franny where she says, “no daddy, please. i’m scared. i want to go home” and i like sobbed because she’s his fucking daughter and i ASSUMED that they might have a bond or something after that but… nope!

in season 7 he hits her.

and it’s like… okay, that’s your sixteen year old daughter. the one who waited for you. the one who brought you a pillow every night. the one who loved you the most. the one who named her daughter after you because she loved you. she gave you everything and you gave her nothing.

it’s giving, “he takes what he pleases and offers nothing” (fiona gallagher, 3x07).

and if we’re going to talk about frank hitting his kids, what about ian also? i don’t want this post to be about every character but since we’re on the subject i’ve gotta bring it up. he’s hit ian multiple times, and he’s done it off screen before too, apparently. i don’t even wanna hear y’all say “i think frank was a good dad he just-” like no. yeah, he got abused growing up, and i get the cycle of abuse, fuck peggy gallagher, yeah, yeah. but you guys know that’s not an excuse… right? frank is still a piece of shit. he’s a drunk and an addict, as well as a narcissist. he neglected and abused all of his children. don’t even try.

fuck frank gallagher.

i can’t believe some of y’all think debbie is worse than frank is. unbelievable.

[queers-gambit]

Simple, Easy, Effortless

prompt: ( requested ) from across the dance floor, Felix locks eyes with you and is instantly smitten. is it love at first sight? lust? he's determined to know.

pairing: Felix Catton x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Saltburn

word count: 5.1k+

note: this man is a SLUT but i'm sluttier in theory

warnings: the ducklips in the gif, obviously cursing, sexual tension, "love at first sight", author def uses her own university roommate experiences for inspiration, Lord's name in vain, mention of illicit drug use. REMEMBER: don't run from cops unless with Felix - or absolutely necessary - or you KNOW you can get away.

song featured in the movie and request: Murder on the Dance Floor

Humid. Sweaty. Pulsing. Overpopulated.

All good adjectives to describe your first university party with your roommate, Polly Schwartz. She had already been to loads of parties already, probably more than her actual classes, but being as you were a "scholarship kid", you took your education much more seriously than she did. Perhaps being why you spent your weekends studying, and she spent hers getting drunk, sleeping with randoms constantly, and partying nearly every weekend. You didn't think there was anything wrong with her habts, in fact, you encouraged her to go out most of the time; but after midterms, you were burnt the fuck out and Polly recommended you have a night out with her.

When she needed it, you helped Polly study, and now, it was time for her to return the favor in her own area of expertise. Tonight's party was hosted in an off-campus flat, making you worry about the authorities being phoned, but Polly assured you that nearly the entire complex was composed of Oxford students and there was barely a threat of this party being busted.

The moment you stepped into the humid, sweaty, pulsing, overpopulated flat, a drink was shoved into your hand by a barely-standing boy with a nose ring. He was decently attractive, but the belch he let out made you grimace and follow after Polly. He might've yelled something after your retreating form, but who could tell with the noise level?

"You need to loosen up, bitch! Jesus Christ, you're as stiff as a board, and trust me! No guy is gonna wanna approach you!" She laughed, missing your protest that you didn't care for male attention. "Wait," she gasped, "where'd you get that?"

"Uh, that lad over there," you pointed, blinking in mild shock when she snatched the drink from your hand and poured it out in a dying houseplant.

"I thought you were the brains of us," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Never accept a drink you didn't see being made! That's how you get drugged!"

"I'm not sure how this is supposed to work, Polly, for fuck's sake," you whined, hugging your arms as you gazed around nervously. "Maybe I should just go back to the dorms, this isn't really my scene - "

"Nope, you're staying," she shook her head, leading you by the hand to the kitchen. "Here - hang on, I'll get us something. Farleigh, my love!"

The handsome lad with a head full of fluffed coils turned with a small glare, but softened when he noted Polly's appearance. "There you are! I was wondering when you'd get here, darling!"

She giggled obnoxiously and you understood, this must've been the lad she was seeing on-and-off for the whole semester. "Well, I finally got this one out of the library, so we're a little late for a reason," she laughed, pointing her thumb back at you and making the boy eye you with judgement.

You gave a small wave, and he instantly offered his hand, introducing himself as, "Farleigh." After giving him your name, Polly was insisting you both needed a drink and Farleigh was nodding in agreement. "Here, drinks are this way - but it's self serve."

"Nobody made juice?" Polly pouted, the three of you approaching a decent-sized table that was full of bottles of liquor and mixers.

"Not this time," Farleigh laughed, and you let Polly make your drink because you were busy trying not to get run over by the other party goers.

"Christ Almighty, surely the floors will cave in with this many people?" You frowned when another drunk bumped into you and sloppily apologized.

"Only if we're lucky," Farleigh laughed. He directed at Polly, "Oh, remember Stephen's party? Donovan put a hole through the wall!"

Polly laughed as she handed you a fresh drink and all but ignored you in favor of this boy that was tapping a bit of suspicious powder onto his hand. Your eyes rolled and you turned away from them, slowly stalking around the room and taking in the scene - hating the way your ears felt as if they were bleeding from the terrible music selection.

But after you skulled your drink, you ran into a few classmates from your anthropology class. "Here, you can have this," Chelsea took the drink from Cara, "she's had way too much already."

You figured this exchange was safe enough after seeing Cara taking several gulps; not even noticing her hands were empty because she was dancing to the floor-shaking music in a daze.

"Who're you here with?" Pablo asked, bobbing his head to the beat. "We all came as a group, don't tell me you're alone!?"

"No, no, love, I came with Polly," you shrugged, feeling looser than when you first got there.

"Ew," Pablo rolled his eyes, the other girl snickering.

"Wait, what? What am I missing?" You asked with a small whine.

"Polly Harrington?" He asked, watching you nod. "Yeah, no, your li'l friend's the one who sucked off Professor Lorde."

"What?" You gaped.

"Why do you think she's here?" He gossiped. "Surely, not for her grades."

You just shook your head, "Maybe we shouldn't throw stones, it's rude to speak about others behind their backs."

"Doll face, it's not like it's a secret," Pablo laughed, nodding at your drink. "C'mon, bottoms up, buttercup, we've gotta get you dancing. You look way too cute to be a wallflower all night, c'mon, let's go! Chug! Chug!"

You gingerly took a gulp, but Pablo and Chelsea were encouraging you to just finish it off. When you did, they cheered with pride, laughing when you began giggling, "That's the worst taste! God!"

"Oh, sweetie, we don't drink for the taste, we drink to make us better dancers!" Chelsea beamed. "Want mine?"

"No, no - "

"Down it!"

You shrugged, inhibitions already significantly lowered, and with ease, finished your third drink. "I should get us more!" Pablo laughed.

"You do that, we're gonna dance!" Your friend waved him off, snatching your hand, and leading you to the dance floor. It was hard to distinguish where it was since there was wall-to-wall college kids stuffing the place, but you weaseled your way between people and let the alcohol take control. "Hey! By the way!" Chelsea spoke in your ear, "You look really hot! I adore this skirt!"

"Me? Babe, look at you! Can I borrow this dress?"

"Only if I can borrow those shoes!" She squealed.

You giggled and took her hand, spinning her around before joining together again. When Pablo rejoined, he handed you both a drink before jumping in front of you, throwing his reasonably fat arse back into your crotch - which forced you back onto your girlfriend in a dancing train. You three cheered through your laughter, smacking the lad's bottom playfully as he put his heart and soul into his dance; hands on his knees and hips bouncing.

However, Pablo only pulled away when Farleigh reappeared and stole him away to a darkening corner; only briefly making you wonder where he had left your roommate. You looked at Chelsea, who giggled in your ear, "They've been fucking recently. Pablo's whipped."

"I don't blame him," you mused. Cara had stumbled closer to you two, throwing her skinny arms around your neck and starting on a drunken ramble about how much she loved you - despite only sharing the one class together and knowing each other from a distance. Still, you appreciated the sentiment and let yourself feel loved; taking a sip from the plastic solo cup in hand and swinging your hips to the pulsing beat. In that moment, you just happened to look up, gasping, "There's a stripper pole!?"

"Go get on it!" Cara laughed. "Oh, wait, Felix is on it - oh, shit, Felix!"

"Who?" You asked.

"Felix, you know!? Felix Catton? Felix fucking Catton!" Cara blinked, then offered you an incredulous look and turned to Chelsea. "She doesn't know Felix?"

She waved Cara off, instead explaining to you, "He's that tall lad, in the white button up."

When you looked, Felix happened to glance over and your eyes connected. You were absolutely done for.

"Oh, yeah, she knows Felix now!" Cara giggled loudly. "Go! Go talk to him!" She encouraged, making your eyes bug widely.

"What?" You looked at the two girls, shaking your head, "No, no, I don't even know him!"

"Babes, 75% of the people you see paired up right now didn't know each other before this party!" Cara rolled her pretty eyes. "But hey, if you don't, India definitely will. Girl basically lives on his cock, it's decently pathetic - but just look at him! God took his time with Felix!"

"Oh, are they dating?" You asked innocently, looking back over to the tall boy in a white, linen button up. He grinned at you from the short distance.

"No," Chelsea laughed, seeing the way you two just stared and smiled softly. "Here, finish your drink and let the liquid courage do its job!"

"It's literally my first party," you laughed, "I'm not interested - "

"Oh, fuck off! Everyone's interested in Felix," Cara interrupted. "And I do mean, literally everyone."

"I can understand why," you mused, taking a long pull from your cup. "Cara, that lad, there, has been staring at you," you distracted, her swinging around instantly and thanking you before dancing over to the boy leaning on the wall.

He smirked when she reached him.

"She's a social butterfly," her roommate, Chelsea, giggled. "Do you need a refill?"

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm okay!"

"Okay, don't go too far - I'll be right back!" She grinned, knowing something you didn't, and disappearing into the thick crowd.

You swallowed another drink before you felt a hand on your waist, making you jump in surprise and turn. Before you towered the object of seemingly everyone's desires: Felix Catton.

"Haven't seen you around before," he spoke in your ear over the music.

"Oh, first timer," you nodded back.

"Doin' all right? Yeah? Havin' fun?"

You agreed, "Yeah, 'course. This your party?"

"No, no, uh," he glanced around the heads of students, "honestly, I'm not really sure who's flat this is."

"Oh, well, I guess as long as it's not damaged, it doesn't matter much, right?"

"Exactly," he smirked, offering his cup to yours. You clinked them together, both taking the obligatory sip, and swaying unconsciously to the music. "Who're you here with?"

"Polly - "

"Oh, Christ, yeah! Yeah, you're, uh, you're her roommate?"

You nodded, "You know her?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Oh," you frowned in discomfort, brows pinched.

"No, no, I just meant, she's popular, innit she? Not that - that she's sucked me off or anything like that!"

You laughed, "Wasn't thinking that, but good to know."

His cheeks flared a bright red, "That was a bit brash of me, wasn't it? Sorry, love, I should know better than to use such vocabulary with a pretty lady."

Your eyes rolled, "This 'pretty lady' has both heard and used much worse vernacular."

Felix slowly grinned, "You want a smoke?"

"Dying for one actually, yeah."

"This way, c'mon," he offered his free hand, and without thinking, you accepted and let the tall, slender lad lead you through the crowd. All of a sudden, you felt as if every eye was on you - watching, stalking, clocking you like predator does prey. You were directed to a balcony, a few lingering smokers standing around.

The moment the glass door slid shut, the music was semi-silenced and you breathed in slight relief. "Christ, 's always this loud?" You asked, leaning on the railing beside your companion while rubbing an ear to relieve the ringing sensation.

"Usually, yeah," he smirked, handing you a cigarette before placing one between his lips.

"You looked real natural on that pole," you teased, leaning in when he flicked a lighter to life.

"Oh, God," he laughed, watching you inhale. "Saw that, did you?"

You hummed, holding the smoke in your lungs, "Kinda hard t'miss. You were really into it."

He shrugged, lighting the end of his own nicotine filled stick. Upon exhale, he eased, "Was a really good song, wasn't it? Easy t'dance to, you know?"

"Hm," you nodded, "actually, I wouldn't know - I don't know half these songs."

"You livin' under a rock, love?"

"No, just with my nose in a book."

"Smart girl, are yah?"

"I would hope so, considering my scholarship."

"Even more impressive," he grinned. "You know Oliver, then? Oliver Quick? He's on scholarship, too."

"No, not quite, us scholarship kids don't all know one another," you shot back with a smirk.

"Fair enough," he agreed, eyeing you up and down. "So, why tonight?"

"Hmm?"

"Why come tonight?"

"Polly thought I could use a little stress relief," you answered, taking a long puff. "Not exactly the way I saw my night going, though."

"How's that?"

"Look at you!" You laughed. "Of all the ladies here, you danced your way over to me? Now you're having a conversation instead of working that pole?"

"I like to think that I just had to introduce myself to the prettiest lass in the whole joint," he flirted.

"And yet," you inhaled, "you've haven't made introductions."

"No? I haven't?" He smirked, watching your head shake. "Apologies, love. I'm Felix, uh, Felix Catton," he offered his hand, and when you shook it, you told him your own full name. "Now that that's outta the way," he took his own inhale, "how's about we go dance?"

"Oh, I might need to finish this drink before all that," you lifted your cup to your lips.

"Nah, I saw you earlier," he chuckled, stomping his cigarette out under his boot. "C'mon, love, not letting you get outta here without at least one dance."

"Surely, India would be a better option?"

He scoffed, "Oh? And how would you know that?"

"Chelsea and Cara might've made mention earlier. I wouldn't want to steal someone's man - girl code, and that shit."

For whatever reason, this made Felix snicker, "No, no, you've got it wrong, India and I are just friends."

"That's what guys say when they're sleeping with their 'friend'."

"Either way, she's not my girl," he smirked. "C'mon, love, one dance. If you're not convinced after that, I'll let yah go - no fuss."

"Oh, well, that doesn't sound remotely creepy," you laughed, dropping your own cigarette and stomping it out. "All right, yeah, one dance."

"Just one."

"A single dance."

"No more, but no less," he smirked, lacing your fingers together when you laid your hand in his. "Deal?"

You nodded, feeling absolutely giddy by his attention. When you reentered the party, it was almost as if it had grown in population, and suddenly, you wanted to be back on the balcony just to breathe. But Felix had a secure hold on you, and after downing the last of your drink, you set the cup on a random end table you passed before taking position on the "dance floor".

What you absolutely did not anticipate was that Felix wasn't the best dancer, but holy shit, did he not care; letting go and having fun. You let the alcohol in your system propel you, and soon, one dance turned into two, and two turned to three. It was like nobody else was there, it was just you and Felix; dancing like fools, letting your hair down, and you actually found yourself enjoying the music that vibrated the entire flat.

The song that played wasn't one you recognized, but the lyrics felt strangely appropriate for your current situation. Though there was no groove to be killed, no moves to steal, and no murdering on this dance floor, there was a whole lotta tension that fueled your movements together.

"Oh, oh, here we go, c'mon!" He laughed, tugging your hand after him to approach the stripper pole the flat's owner had installed. "Go on, love, show me how it's done!"

"Oh, fuck no!" You barked in laughter. "You're the master, let me take notes."

"I'll warn you, once you see my moves up close," he planted a hand on the pole and swung around it once, "you won't be able to resist!"

You waved him on, eyes widening when he danced around the pole as if nobody was watching, but in reality, he had an entire audience. Not that you noticed, you were solely focused on the boy putting on a show for you; both wearing goofy grins. When he got REALLY into it, you had to admit your stomach knotted in attraction when his lips pushed into a slutty pout. Never had you wanted to kiss someone so bad in your life before, but it increased ten fold when he swung around and grabbed onto your waist; effortlessly pushing you onto the pole as he released it.

"C'mon, then!" He beamed, watching you stand for a single awkward moment before figuring, why the hell not?

So, you swung yourself around before shocking Felix to his bloody core by holding the pole and grinding down it - giving a teasing peek at your panties when your legs spread slightly to accommodate your dance moves. His jaw slackened, eyes raked up and down your form, lips pulling in a smirk the longer he watched you go. Your hair flung around, hips gyrated in movements that made his pants tighten, and when he couldn't stand it any longer, he caught you in another swing.

Hips against yours, arms around one another, he danced you back onto the crowded floor; a hand raising to caress the side of your face as if he was mesmerized by all you were, all you are.

It was so simple to lose yourself in his dancing, in his scent, in his aurora. It was so easy to move against him. It was so simple to exist with Felix fucking Catton.

He was intoxicating, making you feel more drunk on him than the alcohol you had ingested. And while the moment felt serious, once you were surrounded by peers again, you melted into a sense of silliness. Any care you had, any worry - it all melted away, it evaporated, got swept under the rug because Felix commandeered your entire attention.

From the side of the room, Cara and Chelsea squealed in excitement for you, high-fiving when they noted India's jealous glare. Farleigh and Pablo even snickered, wondering how long it would take for Felix's charm to get you into bed; a bet being placed between the two lads before taking another bump of cocaine that distracted them for the rest of the time.

On the dance floor, your laughter was genuine and a little loud when he swung you around before dying in your throat when he pulled you in close. Again, the party melted away and it was just you and Felix; his hands on your hips, head bowed to corral you close, his warm brown eyes intense as they flitted between your eyes and lips.

You knew what he wanted, but didn't want to give into temptation yet. Keeping an air of mystery, you smiled coyly and pushed back slightly - but he was yanking you right back in.

When a friend of his came around with a tray full of shots, his arm coiled around your waist tightly to keep you anchored as he accepted the Jell-O concoction. You still buzzed from your earlier drinks and nicotine, bobbing and humming to the song playing, Felix instantly moving with you.

And just like you worried earlier, from deep in the party, someone shouted, "IT'S THE FUZZ! GO! SCATTER!"

"Oh, shit! Oh, my God!" You gasped in worry, the music cutting and students rushing for the exit.

"C'mere, c'mere, 's all right," Felix rushed, pulling you back into a wall to let the stampede rush around you as he planted you in front of him. Your hands held his waist, watching those around you run away, and when you looked up, Felix was already staring at you.

The moment your eyes met, you both snickered in amusement before bursting into full-on laughter. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" You mused, leaning your forehead to his pectoral. "I knew it - of course my first party is busted, hey?"

"Just makes it all the more memorable, yeah?"

"You were doing a pretty good job on your own with that," you met his gaze again - feeling coy and playful.

"Yeah?" He grinned. "Well, I try."

"I think you succeed."

He opened his mouth to respond, caressing your cheek, but someone else shouted, "GO, GO, GO! Felix, c'mon, mate! The fuck you doin'! We gotta go! I can't get another citation!"

"Let's go," he told you instead, lacing your hands together again and joining the last of the stream filtering out of the flat.

"Where're we - "

"This way, trust me," he dodged down a separate hallway, a few others following his lead. Down a flight of stairs, turning down another hall, and you two were bursting into the chilly night air.

The lights of the copper's cars flashed from around the building and you realized you were at the back. Others were rushing from the door, scattering into the night, but Felix just leaned on the brownstone and waited, checking your surroundings.

"What now?" You worried, panting lightly from the rush of adrenaline.

"We go that way," he nodded, "walk slow and calm, we don't know shit about a party. We're just walking back to campus, yeah?"

"Oh, like that'll work," you snickered, but again, laced your hands together. "On your lead, my lord," you joked.

"That make you my lady?"

"Hm, nah," you refused with a smirk, "I don't do well with sharing and you seem to be well liked, aren't yah?"

He hummed, letting go of your hand to toss his arm around your neck, still subtly checking around you for any police officers. Your arm latched around his waist, reaching up to hold the hand dangling from your shoulders. "I might be well liked, but for you, I'd drop everyone," he flirted easily - as if second nature, as if he didn't even have to think about the words that oozed out of that slick mouth.

"Oh, how flattering."

"I would hope so," he breathed, leading you out of the back garden. "Swear, love, never been so caught-up before. Just saw you and had t'come talk - had t'know who you are. I mean, just look at'cha, sweetheart, can you really blame me?"

"That line usually works, does it?"

"More often than not," he laughed, you joining in as you slipped from the back gate.

"HEY! YOU TWO! STOP RIGHT THERE! STOP!"

"Oh, shit," Felix gasped, snatching your hand in an instant as two officers started to clumsily rush towards you two.

"What do we - "

"Run!" He laughed, yanking you after him.

"Felix!"

"HEY! STOP! STOP! COME BACK HERE!"

You couldn't stop laughing as you both sprinted down the street and around an alley, taking three more turns before coming to a panting halt; pausing to listen.

"Hear 'em?" He whispered, keeping you on the inside so he could peer down the alley you had escaped down.

"No...?"

"I don't either," he nodded, glancing down at you and chuckling. "You're fast, you on the track team?"

"Oh, please, you should be fast when running from the law, shouldn't you?"

"Knew I liked you," he barked in humor. "C'mon, love, 's a nice night, innit it?"

"Nice night for what? Breaking laws?"

"Well, yeah, but I meant for a walk," he mused, walking backwards, snagging both your hands in his to pull you off the wall you were hiding behind. "It's a bit of a hike back to campus, might as well make the most of it," he smiled, turning to keep pace beside you with his arm around your waist. "Not every night I get t'walk in the moonlight with a beautiful lass."

You pulled his arm up to your shoulders again, holding his waist comfortably, and being as you weren't familiar with the area, trusting him to lead you back. After a beat, you admitted in a sigh, "You know, tonight wasn't what I expected and yet, it's exactly what I thought."

"Was it better or worse than you could've planned?"

You laughed, "Well, running from the cops wasn't on my bingo card."

"How's it feel? 'T be such a bad girl?"

"You tell me."

Felix laughed, "Ah, love, not my first time, but it's just as exhilarating."

"Jesus," you rolled your eyes in humor. "Not exactly what I wanted to hear, you having other run-ins with officers."

"Oh, you like it!"

"I might," you agreed, stepping onto the sidewalk of a main street. "Oh, shit, oh, my God!" You halted, looking nervous and frantic. "I left Polly! Fuck!"

"Nah, nah, nah, don't worry, love, I saw her leave earlier while we were dancing."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, she left with Johnny."

"Who the fuck is Johnny?"

He grinned, "Yeah, that's it, you're hanging with me from now on. We'll get you aquatinted with your classmates, yeah?"

"Maybe I have no want nor need to know people," you spoke softly. "I'm here for an education, not t’socialize."

"Doesn't hurt though, does it?"

"After tonight? I don't know if you can make that case."

"You seriously telling me you didn't have fun? Oh, sweetheart, that hurts. I'm hurt, honestly," he pouted dramatically, free hand to his heart; glittering gold ring winking at you under the street lamps.

"What's that?" You asked, alcohol making you easily distracted. He glanced at his hand and held it out for you, showing his ring. "What's the design? It's real pretty - didn't think I'd see it on a guy."

He chuckled, "Ah, it's a signet - my family's signet, actually."

"Jesus, I knew it," you groaned. "No way you were just a regular somebody! A bloody signet? What? Related t'the Queen, are yah?"

"No, not exactly," he snorted. "But my father is knighted..."

"Holy shit," you blinked. "What's that like?"

He looked down at you, brows slowly furrowing, "You really wanna know? Most people just, I don't know, kinda assume I'm rich and that's all there is to my life."

You felt a single pang of empathy, smiling up at him, "I really wanna know, Felix. C'mon, what's your family do? Both parents still alive? They still married? Where's home?"

For the entire walk back to campus, you and Felix talked as if old friends. Sure, you were getting to know each other, but it felt as if you'd known one another for ages by how easy it was to talk to him. And he seemed enthralled by your questions; wondering about his life, not just the pretty face he bore. Not just the money to his name. You seemed genuinely curious as to who "Felix Catton" was... Something he hadn't known his entire time at Oxford.

When you got back to your dorm, you felt sad by the idea of parting ways, something that genuinely shocked you. Yet the obscene sounds from behind the thin, wooden door alerted you to Polly and her guest, making you pause and sigh. "Well, that's awkward," you mused, leaning on the opposite wall. "Uh, thanks for walking me back, but I'm just gonna crash in the common room."

"Oh, bollocks to that, love," he shook his head, offering his hand again. "C'mon, you can crash with me."

"Hm, sounds sketchy."

"Oh? How's that?" He laughed.

"We just met!"

"C'mon, sweetheart, it's just a bed t'sleep in. Promise, nothing's gonna happen - even if you beg."

"Oh, what a gentleman," you laughed, much to his amusement. "All right, yeah... If I can borrow something to sleep in? Not entirely comfortable sleepin' in this..."

"I've gotcha," he nodded, leading you from your dorm and to his. Which, to your surprise, was the housing beside your own.

"Oh, Felix, NO!" You gaped when you entered his room. "Oh, darling, no, no, no, what's this?"

"It's not that bad - "

"No, I'm talking that!" You laughed, not phased by the mess, pointing to the Manchester football flag. "Don't tell me - "

"Nah, hey, don't do that, 's my father's team," he chuckled. "It reminds me to watch, gives us something t'talk about..."

You cooed, "Well, that's actually sweet of you. I guess I can let it slide."

"Oh, you're a saint."

He tossed you clean boxers and a tee shirt, letting you change in the adjoining restroom as he quickly changed in the bedroom. When you joined him again, you both got comfortable on the bed, but sleep evaded you... Leading into a long night of chatter, jokes, and establishing friendship that would eventually turn romantic.

But for that night, it was simple. It was easy. It was effortless.

You both crashed around 4 am, and when you woke the following afternoon, your head was on his chest, his arm tight around your waist, and there wasn't a single concern in your heart or head.

"Jesus, fuck," Felix groaned when he woke, tightening his arm to constrict you against his warm body on the teeny, tiny dorm bed. "Ah, Christ, remind me not t'drink again, yeah, love?"

"You and me, both," you grumbled, nestling closer.

He sighed, "Yah hungry?"

"A bit."

"Wanna go t'yours, change, get something t'eat?" He offered, rubbing your waist. "C'mon, my treat."

You lifted your head to check his bedside clock, grunting as you laid back down, "It's past noon."

"So? Stomachs don't open or close."

You let your chin prop on his chest, smiling, "Food sounds nice."

He nodded, eyes once more dancing between yours. "Know, you look real good in my clothes. Might have t'let you keep it."

"Much appreciated, pretty boy. C'mon, food helps with the hangover, doesn't it?"

"Very much," he nodded, reaching for his cigarettes. "Hmm?" He offered.

"Mhm," you accepted, both settling on your backs, but he pulled you in close to light your stick. "You always like this?" You whispered, smoking swirling in the air above you.

"What's that?"

"Charismatic?"

"Ah, if I could turn it off... Well, bein' honest, I wouldn't."

"Oh, shove off," you both laughed lightly at your words, looking up at him. He seemed ethereal in the morning light, and then - it happened. He set his cigarette to an ashtray to free his hand, caressing your cheek and making you go still.

"Would you think less of me if I kiss you?"

"I'd think less if you didn't, I think..."

He smirked and curled over, lips finding yours in a searing, breathtaking kiss that tasted like the previous night's alcohol. Yet he still tasted so pleasantly spicy and unique, making you inhale sharply and hold onto the back of his neck to keep him close. He hummed lightly, tongues swirling like the smoke that still hung in the air, and when he pulled back, again, you both just laughed lightly before he was swooping in for another kiss.

It was like I said... Simple, easy, effortless.

requesting rules and masterlist

Saltburn masterlist

[mrschristensen]

Ok I got a request

James and his baby momma who’s a nurse, with their six year old son, peaceful loving life

Frankie shows up at the front door after 10 years,

Frankie mistakes her for a ho and the commotion gets their son out of bed and downstairs

Frankie gets shocked by the kid and you take the rest wherever

Sometimes Even The Strongest Need Protection

WARNINGS: female s/o, kinda angsty?/intense, female s/o, pregnancy, arguments, lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: After Frankie unexpectedly shows up to his brother's house, he finds quite a surprise... and it doesn't really go well.

-> note: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AAA 😭 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! (I did change up a few things, like not specifying career to make it a bit more generalized, but I hope that you still love it just as much!)

WC: 733 words

"What the fuck is this?" Frankie snarls, eyes darting between the woman in his brother's kitchen. Judging by her swollen belly, she was clearly pregnant. She seemed like she was cooking dinner or something, since it was pretty late in the night.

"I'm so sorry, Frankie. I know that Jamie hasn't introduced me yet-" she started to say, but he cut her off.

"How the fuck do you know my name? Are you fuckin' my baby brother? For Christ's sake!" he yelled, his arms coming up and dropping to his sides as quickly as they rose in frustration. He was mad, clearly. "My baby brother's fuckin' a fuckin' whore."

She didn't know what to say or do, incredibly speechless. She never liked being yelled at by anyone, but she usually just held her own. In this case, however, she felt like the was an outsider, an invasion into their family. She felt... bad. But she shouldn't, she knew that deep down; she was his family whether he liked it or not.

"Mommy?" a soft voice came from the archway, and both of their gazes immediately fell on the little boy. He was six years old, innocent and pure, his eyes looking up at his mother's in both worry and a silent plea for the yelling to stop. "What's going on?"

"Oh my god," Frankie breathed, pacing around in his little spot. "And he knocked her up. What the fuck, man?! I leave for ten fuckin' years and my asshole of a brother just acts like nothing happens! And he gets some cheap hoe pregnant!"

"That's enough," a man loudly boomed from the other room, his tone a growl. She knew exactly who it was: Her husband. He moved to grip her by the waist protectively, standing in front of her and pulling their son to his mother behind him as well. "Don't you dare call my wife such lowly things, Frankie. And stop swearin' around my kid."

The two brothers simply stared each other down, as if trying to egg on the other to start up again. It was completely silent for what seemed like an eternity, before Frankie spoke up once more.

"Why, Jimmy?"

"James."

"Why, James?" he corrects, his fists clenched at his sides as unbridled rage spams throughout his blood. "This makes no sense at all. You never into any chicks."

"You didn't know that," he responds roughly, not letting go of his grip on his family. His family. His wife. His son. "You never even cared to ask."

"Y'know that isn't true," he started, but James held up a hand, silencing him.

"Get out of my house," he urged, his voice hinting at no words for argument, "now. Or I'll make you. We can talk some other time."

Frankie just froze there for a minute, and with a scowl on his face, made his way out the door, slamming it behind him. It made the child wince a bit, and his mother kneels down gently to take him into her arms and kiss him on the forehead, reassuring him in that soft lullaby of a voice that it was okay. It was just a misunderstanding.

He turned to look at the two lights of his life, smiling a bit to himself. He couldn't believe how he got so lucky to wind up with these two, soon to be three or more depending on if they had more. It was a beautiful sight, truly. She was destined for this, her motherly instincts never ceasing to astound him.

After she gently brought him back upstairs and tucked him into bed, she sighed and went to her own shared room with James, getting ready for sleep as well. He was waiting for her, though, and he immediately took her into an embrace, his chin resting on the top of her forehead.

"'M sorry you had to go through that," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You didn't deserve any of that."

"I'm okay," she replies, moving back to look at his blue-gray eyes that she loved to get lost in so much. "I'm just glad the situation is over, for now at least."

He nods slightly, "...The kid okay?"

"He's alright. He wasn't that bothered I think, he was just worried about me."

James smiles, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Got that from his father. Always protectin' mama."

[thewebcomicsreview]

Homestuck 2 updated early this month, and we're Yiffy now. It's a Valentine's Day miracle!

Yiffy was one of the most interesting characters in HS2, because literally everyone treated her like shit constantly. Jade's giving her daughter a smooch but also Jade sent her off to a boarding school explicitly because she was embarrassing to acknowledge and also Jade named her child Yiffy Longstocking on a joke and never bothered to change it. In the epilogues, Rose acknowledged that nothing in Candy was "real" and she was joining the rebellion basically for the luls, and one some level Jade and Rose don't think Yiffy is a real three-quarters-human person, and I think they think of her more like an OC in a game they like.

Well, that was my read of HS2, lets see how HSBC handles her.

Oh, this visual is great. Kanaya is so pissed off she's turning into the Ancestor art style in real time. She also kind of looks like Batman, here.

No doubt if your POSSE OF PUBESCENT PUNKS back at school could see you now they'd throw up laughing.

I am suddenly way more interested in Yiffy's gang than I am in half the HS1 cast. What kids join a gang led by a dog girl named Yiffy Longstocking?

Engineering that reprieve might be just about the only real solid your no-show non-mom has ever actually bothered to do for you.

Oh thank christ, there was a part of me worried that Yiffy wouldn't resent her parents for being the second-worst parents in HS2. This is the most interesting thing in the sequels, I think.

TAVVY: ,,, And also, everyone knows you exist now,,, instead of just me,,, TAVVY: And our moms

TAVVY: Wow,,,! YIFFY: TAVVY: You know, i was almost kidnapped,,, once,,, TAVVY: My mom removed the window, after that, TAVVY: Which, um, sucked, TAVVY: Though, i guess you'd know, uh, about that,,,

Oh, interesting. Tavvy knew about Yiffy this whole time? Actually, this and Yiffy's description of him via narration earlier imply they grew up together. I guess that makes sense, since he's Jane's kid and Jade inexplicably put Jane in charge of Yiffy, but he never told Vrissy about her secret sister? That's a bit fucked up, dude. Yiffy's not saying anything (and I hope she doesn't for a long time, until she has something meaningful to say), but her text color is Dave's red, even though she's not related to Dave. Or she is and HSBC is going to retcon HS2's most hated plot point somehow.

Pepis

Look at this ARRANT BEAVIS double fisting those cans of pop

"ARRANT BEAVIS" is a great Homestuckism

The Sylph has been slow boiling, you can tell.

Interesting that Yiffy refers to Kanaya as "The Sylph". I don't know what else she'd call her, I suppose, but Yiffy of all people being the one to mention Classpect is odd.

You've only been around this earth for 15 years, but it's a self-evident fact that there are no useful authorities. Gifted with unimaginable power, their concern only stretches so far as to manhandle those dependent on them, and tangles into ineffectual deadlock the instant it meets a challenge worth addressing. Potential killed for the sake of comfort. True kindness is real, but only for those that bare teeth and break skin. Why should these disingenuous, bystanding, spineless, SELFISH adults get anything they want?

Fuck yes, Yiffy hates all the HS1 characters. I've been hoping for this, she has more beef with them all than even Tavros, and it's a bit of Vriska energy this comic has needed that neither actually Vriska really provides.

Yiffy being the best thing about HS2 was maybe a hot take before, but hopefully it isn't now. She's great.

JADE: and of course you arent obligated to ever forgive me but... i dont want to lose you too! JADE: i love you kanaya JADE: youre my family KANAYA: You Fucked My Wife

This is the best update in the entire comic.

KANAYA: And Though That Travesty Of A Name Is Undoubtedly An Incomprehensibly Offensive Piece Of This Particular Puzzle KANAYA: What I See Is Not An Explanation KANAYA: But A Glossing Over Of The Worst Detail ROSE: Jane.

Yeah, HS2 kind of glossed over Rose/Jade putting TrumpHitler in charge of their literal child. I could copy/paste this whole conversation but basically Kanaya is pointing out that there's like fifty plot holes in Yiffy's backstory and it makes no fucking sense at all and are they going to retcon her to being Jade/Dave's ecto-kid?

ROSE: You've managed to exhume the solemn cadaver of my mother's memory and make her the star of another argument. KANAYA: As If You Ever Bothered To Bury Her ROSE: What does this have to do with anything!? KANAYA: What I Am Doing Is Demonstrating That I Have No Intention To Mediate This Situation KANAYA: Or Pacify It KANAYA: Or Even Be A Little Bit Nice Right Now KANAYA: So Perhaps Youll Actually Take Me Seriously For Once

This is the well-earned sass we've been waiting for since Yiffy's reveal.

ROSE: But more than anything else, I took her up on it because it felt oddly ROSE: inevitable. ROSE: Anyways, ROSE: Deep down, I knew it didn’t matter. ROSE: However we handled it. ROSE: Whatever hurt we caused. ROSE: It was never that serious.

Man, I'm glad that I'm live-blogging and put my read of the situation up as I went because I fucking called it. Yes! I am capable of retaining information when I read instead of staring at the screen slack-jawed.

ROSE: I knew you would forgive me. KANAYA: Rose KANAYA: When Did You Stop Trying JADE: yeah rose!!!!! JADE: what the fuck!!!!

Oh shit, Candy Rose is evil?

JADE: b-but i just dont want things to get even worse!!!!!! KANAYA: Then stop pretending that my feelings are top priority KANAYA: AND TRY BEING HONEST FOR ONCE JADE: WHAT DOES IT EVEN MATTER!!!!!!! KANAYA: Excuse Me? JADE: you heard me! JADE: you were wronged kanaya! JADE: the truth cant change that JADE: saying it just fucking hurts more JADE: what does that accomplish? JADE: its so embarrassing, would you even get it if i had?

JADE: you have no idea what its like out there JADE: how traumatizing dating regular citizens was JADE: imagine trying to love someone who already knows every available detail about you JADE: who has *opinions* on what happened to you as a child JADE: who assumes youre indestructible JADE: newsflash it fucking sucks!!!!!!! because no matter how nice they were JADE: they didnt want to know me JADE: they wanted to date the god of space

I have no notes, this is great and I'm thrilled everyone is mad now.

JADE: so everyone could lecture me again on how "bad" my "boundaries" are? ROSE: (I did that one time.) JADE: you want bad boundaries JADE: do you know how many people would be waiting outside public bathrooms to talk to me about their problems? JADE: this one guy randomly started apologizing because they cooked their hamster in the microwave! JADE: and they looked so sad... i had to hug them and say it was ok JADE: but it was not ok! JADE: they murdered their hamster! Rose: Ugh... JADE: and their other hamster killed itself KANAYA: JADE JADE: out of loneliness!!!!!

What the fuck, this is amazing.

The art here is great, by the way.

JADE: millions of people told me they loved me JADE: but i was never a real person to them JADE: i couldn't let that happen to yiffy too KANAYA: What JADE: i had to save her kanaya! JADE: give her the chance to grow up as a normal kid with a normal life

Jade she's half-dog and she's named Yiffy Fucking Longstocking, that ship has sailed. How are people not going to know she's your child?

Oh, okay. She wears a hat. Sure.

This art is so good!

KANAYA: Even If I Didnt Want Her KANAYA: She Was Already Here

*Makes a note in my "ominous foreshadowing lines journal*

What. Why does Jade have a Frankenstein in her inventory? What's that about?

And that was the update. Honestly? Banger, easily the best HSBC update yet. I could, and if I didn't have DnD in five minutes perhaps would (and perhaps still will!) write a whole essay on this. Phenomenal. A+

[problematicraccoon]

I WANNA TALK ABOUT MY SKZ DR AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

heres a lore dump

MKAY so in this reality im gonna be in a polycule situation with the entirety of stray kids (shut up i know im an interdimentional whore), but hwen i first shift there, we're still just friends.

some details about me in that dr is that my name is Alyssa Kolanko, im 23, im in a dance crew thats world renowned with Emmy (the youtuber) Beomhan (our boi) Ryan (hellyxryan) and Ravon (also youtuber), we're all best friends (ive been besties with Ravon since we were teenagers growing up together in ohio, then we both moved to Georgetown, Washington for college and to join the dance crew Ultraviolet)

dance crews are treated like kpop groups are in my cr. we're signed to entertainment companies' dance group divisions, have fanchants, fandoms, light sticks, stadium tours, music videos (where we do dance covers of songs and have cool visuals to go with it). if you guys have any ideas as to what our fandom name should be, i'd appreciate it, i cant come up with jack shit lmao.

i lived with Ravon in a cool loft apartment in Georgetown for four years, ever since we moved when we were 19, and now that we're 23, he's decided he wants to live with his boyfriend of two years, Carter (also youtuber from my cr), and i offered to move out so they could have the loft.

i've known the boys of SKZ since i was 21 and they came to see us perform at a dance festival (a type of concert where a bunch of dance crews come and perform at a stadium or concert hall)

as i've been a youtuber since i was like 15 in this reality, i grew a large following and the guys (skz) have been watching my videos since the beginning.

we quickly become friends after we meet, and become very close over the next few years. they fall head over heels in love with me lmao. i love living in fanfiction. ANYWAY.

now that Ravon and Carter are moving in together, i needed to find somewhere else to live. i expressed to the guys in our gc that i wasnt looking forward to living alone, as i love to live with my friends, and they suggested i move in with them since they're just getting ready to have a house built for them. i agree, and we all work together to build our dream house.

when i spawn in, it'll be the day before i fully move into the house with the guys. my besties (the members of UV) all come to me and Ravon's loft to spend the night and help me pack. then, the following day, the guys come and help pile my stuff into our cars and we head off to our house, where (since its totally empty) we'll lay out blankets and pillows in the unfurnished living room to have a big sleepover until we can get our bedrooms sorted out. i am very scared of living with eight other people btw T0T and it's stray kids for christ sake???? its gonna be so fucking LOUD

OH OH AND I HAVE A CAT. SHES AN ORANGE TABBY AND SHES VERY SWEET AND STUPID AND RUNS INTO WALLS AND HER NAME IS MINKA. SHES 2 AND I ADOPTED HER WHEN SHE WAS JUST A KITTEN <3 minho is absolutely OBSESSED with her

and im besties with Brittany Broski because i adore her she is everything to me i would lay down my life for her

and as for my backstory; very tragic, kinda personal, wont share much about that. but all that you need to know is that my parents were shitty, and my aunt Isla (the same one from my better childhood dr, face claim Daphne Zuniga) saved me and my younger brother Eric (eric lloyd) and took us to Ohio from Poland to raise us when i was 13. she also has a son, who's technically my cousin, but i consider him my big brother and he considers me and eric his little siblings. his name is brandon, and his face/personality claim is Brandon Farris (hes a HILARIOUS youtuber, highly recommend him)

so yeah- theres alot more lore in this dr, its definitely my most detailed one, so i might make another post explaining more lmao.

[kissorkill16]

When We Were Once Happy: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: A story before Trinity moved to Raven Brooks.

Chapter 16

Nicky waited patiently in his room, waiting for the rest of the gang to show up. He heard the doorbell ring, and he ran downstairs, opened the door, and there they were.

"Guys! You're here!"

"Well duh, we planned to meet here. Didn't we?", asked Aaron, stepping inside the house.

Lucy and Mya followed soon after, jumping with excitement. "Where's this recording system you were talking about earlier?", asked Mya.

Nicky started walking upstairs, "It's in my room. Come on and we can get to work."

The kids trodded up the stairs and straight into Nicky's room, and Nicky pulled out a piano-like recording system from under his bed.

"It's pretty much all built, all it needs is an audio source.", said Nicky, turning on the microphone.

"Shall we begin?"

Aaron pulled out the Surviva Bars from his backpack, dumping them onto the bed. "Let's eat and fart our butts off."

Soon after, stuffed with Surviva Bars, their butts were on class warfare. Everyone's farts were a Level 5 biohazard, and they all tried to keep it together as they pointed their butts to the recording system, but no one could help themselves as they doubled over, bursting into frantic laughter.

"OH MY GOD! SO GROSS!", Aaron laughed out loud, clutching at his stomach.

Nicky steadied his giggles, trying to sound as serious as possible. "Ladies and gentlemen, I must say that those were some of our best farts yet."

A moment of silence, then they fell back and started laughing again.

Just then, the door opened. It was Nicky's parents.

"Hey, Narf!", said his father.

The kids stopped laughing for a moment to look at them.

"I didn't know you were having company over, Nicky. I would've cleaned -", Luanne's eyes widened and she covered her nose. "Holy fucking shit! This place smells disgusting!"

Jay sniffed around, and covered his nose. "Eww. Did something die in here or what?", he said.

Nicky stood up, folding his arms behind his back. "Sorry, guys. We were just...performing an experiment.", he said, lying as best as he could.

Luanne didn't look like she believed him, but she didn't really seem to care. "Well whatever the hell you're doing, open a window for Christ's sake.", she said, walking away.

Meanwhile, Jay stayed near the door, smiling at the kids. "I went shopping yesterday. Who wants snacks? We got all the good stuff. Suzy Q's, Zingers, Swiss Rolls, Ding Dongs, you name it."

"I want snacks!", Mya squealed. And with that, Jay ran to the kitchen.

Silence filled the room, and Nicky sat down on the bed.

"Guess what, guys. I found something in my pocket.", said Mya.

What Mya pulled out nearly shocked everyone. It was a Golden Apple coin, like the one Lucy found on her drawer. It was sparkly and shiny.

"No way, you too?", asked Lucy.

"Yeah. I don't know where it came from. It's not tooth fairy money, and neither Mom or Dad gave it to me, so I'm really confused.", Mya replied.

Aaron and Nicky looked at each other, "Do you think the coins mean something?", asked Aaron.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe if we get one, we'll know.", replied Nicky.

Another wave of silence.

"So why Mrs. Tillman? I know she isn't like the nicest person in the world, I figured that out from our first encounter, but there has to be another reason besides that."

Aaron smiled. "So glad you asked. She used to be such a nice lady. She bought goat cheese from some old llama farmer, sell things for super cheap, and let girl scouts sell cookies near her store. Then she goes on this silent retreat, doesn't talk for 2 weeks, and now she's selling all of these healing crystals and $5 candy bars.", he said, putting air quotes around healing crystals and candy bars.

"She's also super nosy.", said Mya.

"And condescending.", said Lucy.

"She was all over my mom at the grocery store during our first meeting. Asking her questions about our life, acting like one of those fancy rich snobs you see on TV.", said Aaron. "So it makes sense."

Lucy spoke up again, "She's also a phony. She pretends to be this nice lady who's just a little stuck up, but in reality, she's such a -"

"Ah ah ah. You're not allowed to use that language yet, Lucy. But yeah, she's a bitch."

Nicky nodded in realization. It made sense. Someone was condescending and fake, so they were trying to expose her and show everyone that her kind words were a bunch of farts in disguise.

After another moment of silence, Jay burst through the door again, holding a whole bunch of Hostess treats. "I couldn't decide what you guys would like best.", he said.

Nicky smiled at his father. "Thanks, Dad. You're the best.", he said, taking the treats and walking him out of his room.

"I know we're all probably full on bars right now, but..."

Not even a second later, they were all digging into the treats, not even caring that they were all bloated to the point of bursting.

All the while, Nicky was thinking to himself "Having friends that don't judge you, and have the same humor as you. How can it get any better than this?"

The door opened again, and Luanne was standing there, a tray of glasses of water in hand. "Thirsty?", she asked.

Nicky took the tray from her, grabbing a drink from one of the glasses. "Thanks, Mom.", he said, closing the door.

[dickarchivist]

Okay because I have 0 self control, I have asks for everyone 👀 don't feel pressured to answer them all though! I just couldn't decide lmao 🖤❤️

Ghost: How far would they go to save someone they love? Would they sacrifice themselves? Others?

Phantom: What do they regret the most?

Wraith: what little regrets do they have?

Specter: Do they try to prevent unnecessary suffering?

Banshee: What haunts them?

Athena: What's their moral compass like?

Dax'Malkin: When have they been unable to save someone or something no matter how hard they tried?

Let's get fucked up.

Ghost: Ghost would *never* ever ever sacrifice someone else, but he would *always* sacrifice himself for the sake of someone else. He is deeply caring and protective, and he'd rather bleed or even die than let someone he loves be put in harm's way. He'd put himself between any danger to protect his family, he wouldn't hesitate, never again.

Phantom: Tom's biggest regret of all is pulling the trigger on his blaster and briefly ending Athena's life during Order 66. When she finally finds them in hiding, he spends the rest of his life protecting her. There's a lot Phantom thinks he's unforgivable for, but Athena's end is the thing he regrets more than anything.

Specter: Despite his hard and rude exterior, Specter will go out of his way to stop the suffering of others. He sees a loth/trash Cat with its head stuck somewhere? Free the cat. A kid wants a sweet but can't afford it? He'll steal it or buy it, give it to the parent for later, or the kid right then. But it goes both ways, it's not just for soft things... he'd end the life a creature if it couldn't be saved and was suffering. He's done it before, and as much as it pains him, he'd do it again. Anything to stop the suffering.

Banshee: I actually answered this one here, but the summary is this: on a mission to save refugees, a kid was killed under Banshee's protection. If he ever has a kid, he'll name his kid Jaia in their memory.

Wraith: I could write a book on Wraith's regrets, he is so nervous and anxious. His top three little regrets are:

1.) Getting drunk with his brothers and letting Phantom talk him into his one and only tattoo.

2.) That time he accidentally exposed himself to a very powerful aphrodisiac and spent several hours jacking off because he needed it to be OVER.

3.) Shaving his head when he was a cadet because other cadets kept pulling his hair or hiding things in it.

Athena: Athena's moral compass always points true north. She believes in kindness for the sake of kindness. That when someone is in need, you help them. That people are inherently good, no matter how bad they seem, there is some good in them still.

In other words: she is pure of heart and it shows.

Dax'Malkin: oh God. OH lord. Jesus christ. Okay. Alright. Here we go. We're gonna go chronologically.

Krazus. Dax'Malkin's twin brother. He never recovered from that and believed the jedi who saved him that Krazus was lost to them forever. They were just boys...

Vann Cree. Dax'Malkin's adoptive son, and younger brother to Annika Cree, his adoptive daughter. One month before the end of the clone wars, Annika and Vann were captured, and tortured for information. Vann didn't survive.

Annika Cree. Nika, or "Annie" to Dax and Dax alone, is still alive. But 3 days before the end of the clone war, when she finally returned to the jedi temple with her brother's body, and her lekku cut from her head. After all the torture and trauma, asking the council to help ease her pain, ease the loss of her brother and her first ever padawan as a master, she was met with "He is one with the force now, there's nothing more to be done." Dax wasn't there for Annika. He couldn't save her, or her brother, and when he felt Annika fall to the dark side, he never forgave himself for that. Even when he was in his own darkness, he never let himself forget how he had failed his children.

[hoodoo12]

Dec 16th show

This show was the last I'll see till closing night, which I am lucky enough to be able to go to. Is lucky the right word? Shouldn't it be heart-breaking or something? idk

It has been nice to be able to have seen the show a few times, because I pick up new things each time. I don't mean that a lot in the show has changed, but because I familiar with it I'm not hyper-focused on the "action" of the scene and can watch the secondary actors on the stage. I feel like I saw a lot more of the individual clones during TBS, and of course I watched Elliott a little more. (Okay, a lot more, lol)

Dana Steingold was Lydia. She did an excellent job of navigating all of Lydia's emotions, instead of having just one overwhelm the nuance of the character.

Notes from show:

Alex wore a plain white shirt for several of the numbers. But not all of them (TBS, for example). I don't understand why.

Alex mocked my laughter at one point (after 'gay republican'), copying it before going to the next line.

The kid he picked for sad puppet show was right behind us (over our left shoulder). We overheard the family talking before it the show and the kid had never seen it before. His mom had to answer for him because he Alex terrified him mute (the kid was 10, for christ's sake). Alex could def see how uncomfortable the kid was because he crouched down to stare him directly in the eye and shouted, "YOUR PARENTS HAVE MADE A HUGE MISTAKE BRINGING YOU HERE", which only scared the kid more.

During his Katherine Hepburn speech, he pretended to be her down on all fours like they were going to screw doggy style.

During FoTL when David suggests, "act like a baby" Alex says, "What the shit is wrong with you?" and now that's my new favorite line.

Alex fumbled for "Brigadoon". He said, "I know my name is on the marquis, but you'll have to watch a new show. The Maitlands," and then stood there for a moment too long, gestured to them again for more time/effect before finally coming up with the line. The person with me thought since he couldn't remember the word he'd just finish with, " . . . the Maitlands. I'm out of here" and then "Yeah, I'm out of here. Fuck me, I guess" instead of "fuck Brigadoon."

Alex screwed up his mic during SMN. He went a little extra (more on that later) when he pulled back his wig to showcase the maggot brain, which messed it up. He repeatedly had to tap it/adjust it during the song to get it working correctly again. This is the second time I've seen that happen to him; it was pointed out that maybe I'm the common denominator when it stops working correctly . . .

Adam Dannheisser almost lost it when Leslie said "prostitution?" responding to his, "you're my employee and my lover" line. He had to take several moments to compose himself to not laugh. He did it though! Good job!

The guy Alex picked on as "that guy" was wearing a suit. The last time he addressed him, he added, "You got all dressed up tonight and got ROASTED." Pause for laughter. "Thanks for coming."

The guy sitting by me was INTO the show. Like leaning forward to laugh and shaking enough during it he rocked the seats.

The two kids (mid-teens) next to us were NOT into it. I don't know why their mom paid for front row seats for kids who didn't give a shit and who, during "Home", pulled out their phones to check their IG or Tiktok or whatever.

Maybe this is something everyone else was aware of, but the knees on his red suit are completely patched. Like his overcoat and the striped suit, they have these big stitches which I had never seen before. That whole suit looked a little more ratty to me than I remember it.

During COG when he and David swing each other over to stage right, Alex got some serious air. He was literally parallel to the ground (my companion pointed out after the show that I gasped, lol) so David must be gdamn strong to lift Alex like that.

Alex also made not one, not two, but three attempts to kiss David at stage right + made a grab at his crotch. Two of those things David was either not expecting or he's just a really excellent actor. It could be both.

Juno's leg skittered across the floor and almost fell into the pit, which I would have paid extra money to see because what the heck would they do??

Going back to "Alex being extra" . . . during intermission the person I was with was like, "What the hell? Why is he exhausting himself? Did you see? His make up is sliding off his face he's so sweaty and I've never seen him go so ham. This is Beetlejuice, not Alex."

She was genuinely concerned for him. Honestly, me too. He exuded more of a frenetic energy which, while appropriate for the character, was so much for so long the miasma of it hung in the air. Maybe he's just giving his all because the show is closing in 3 weeks. idk But with flu, COVID, and RSV also floating around, I hope he doesn't overstress his immune system so he can close the show out.

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

my thoughts on sandy milkovich:

(buckle up because i have a lot to say, as always)

so, for starters, one thing that i’m not incredibly fond of is how her character isn’t really original. like, it is, but it isn’t. her name is sandy, for christ’s sake- which is literally one letter away from mandy, also not to mention the fact that she was practically raised as mickey’s sister. and in many way’s she’s like a female version of mickey, i’ll explain why:

obviously one way she’s like mickey is that she dated a gallagher, but i think that the way she acts in the relationship is very much like how mickey acts in gallavich. well…acted. more seasons 1-5 gallavich.

she’s a bit less… idk, fearful than mickey was? i mean, it’s understandable why mickey was so fearful- have you seen terry? did you watch 3x666? or 4x11? i would’ve been fearful if i were him, too. we don’t know much about how sandy was raised, but she probably wasn’t raised well. again, she seemingly was raised as mickey’s sister rather than his cousin (he does have a brother who is also his cousin, to be fair, but that’s not what i mean) but sandy’s parents may not have been as threatening or terrifying as terry was. terry does seem to be the most well-known milkovich. everybody knows terry. maybe sandy’s parents were homophobic in a way where they looked down on queer people, but didn’t literally murder them. you can see how much more open she is with the whole “he’s gay, terry. i’m gay. people are gay.”

but sandy can be mean. and so can mickey. i love them both to death but sandy’s fight with debbie in season 11 really reminded me of gallavich in seasons 2/3. specifically “you’re nothing but a warm mouth to me” and “you love me; and you’re gay” she wins the fight by using something to hurt debbie, and it works.

and what was the fight all about? sandy leaving her husband, who she was with as a teenager but felt no love for him whatsoever, and also leaving her kid. sound familiar? ian never held yevgeny and svetlana against mickey, but it’s similar.

and when they break up on the front porch all i, and many other gallavich fans, could think of was “5x12!!!!”

also she was a drug dealer and in juvie and it was implied that she was in prison. this isn’t exclusive to mickey, the only milkovich i can think of (other than yevgeny) who hasn’t been incarcerated is mandy, but we don’t know for sure that she hasn’t been to juvie before. she’s certainly done things that could land her in prison for a very long time.

and i feel like with the same amount of time and development sandy can be as great as her cousin is, because mickey changed A LOT over the seasons which made him even more lovable.

but sandy’s ending was pathetic and i hate the writers for it. it was unnecessary and damaged debbie’s character when she didn’t need it because sandy left literally 4 EPISODES BEFORE THE SERIES FINALE. the only thing that sandy leaving added was the evidence that debbie would stick with franny no matter what, but fuck that, it was too late in the show for most people (not me ofc) to give a shit about that. people overlooked that a lot.

i feel like sandy helped out debbie’s character a lot, while simultaneously fucking her up even more. but i loved sandy for most of her run on the show, i just wish that they had done more- or less. idk. they made her character more complicated than she needed to be, and it’s hard to put my feelings about her into words because they didn’t give us enough to work on.

i think that her relationship with royal was bad, and i think that he was probably a creep who impregnated her, and i bet that he knew she was a lesbian after they got married and things probably got messy. the way that royal described sandy’s choices to prince was good, though. i respected that.

anyway, if they kept making shameless seasons (which they wont) i would love a sandy redemption. possibly like the returns of mickey, jimmysteve, or kelly.

im not reading this over before i post it so if it doesn’t make sense then oh well

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

Mama’s boy chapter 7

Plot summary: Spider works up the courage to ask Quaritch about his mother. He’ll quickly learn that his mama was just as feral as he is.

Relationships: Spider Socorro and Miles Quaritich Paz Socorro/Miles Quaritch

Authors note: I really enjoy the idea of Z-dog being best friends with Paz so heres some Aunty Z-dog angst for your entertainment.

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/45725335/chapters/116094391

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   Waking up in a new body fifteen years after your apparent death, a shade of your former self. A clone. Wasn’t something that Savin Zdinarsk would highly recommend. She watched her intro video, her former self explaining the situation. Later, assembling with the rest of the recoms for the colonel's speech. And as she looked around at her squad, their new Na’vi faces still reminiscent of their old human ones Savin couldn’t help but notice that one face was missing. Paz. Her best friend.

  Savin tried to force that thought away. Paz was the human Zdinarsk’s best friend. Savin? She had never known Paz. Still the memories played through her mind like a movie stirring up her emotions, making her restless. She had to know.

  Naturally she went to Quaritch. Paz had been her friend but she had been his lover. His baby mama for Christ sake. Savin knew that if his past life was gnawing at him the way hers was, then finding out Paz and the baby’s fate was probably the first thing Quaritch had done after watching his own intro video.

 Savin found Quaritch alone staring out the ship's window, Pandora just off in the distance. She didn’t waste time or words, asking bluntly “Do you know what happened to Paz after the battle.”

 Quaritch visibly tensed as if he’d been shocked with a cattle prod. He didn’t face her but said with equal bluntness “She died. In the battle.”

  A wave of emotions rocked Savin. Grief, anger, but most importantly confusion. How. “Paz shouldn’t have even been in the battle! She was dishonorably discharged for having little Miles….” oh god the baby. “What happened to little Miles!” Quaritch remained silent “God dammit say something! He was barely a year old! What happened to him!”

 “I don’t know!” He punctuated his outburst with a punch to the wall. “I don’t know.” Savin could hear a faint tremble in his voice.

  Fuck coming back like this. This loss, this pain, it was so fresh and real and raw but it was over two people she had technically never met. And yet… Savin could see Paz laughing beside her as they did a shot together. Hear her voice as they teased the guys together. Feel her presence when they had sleepovers together like they were sixteen, mocking themselves for the immaturity but loving it all the same. And then…

  “Savin I’m pregnant”

  The news that rocked Hell’s Gate. The arrival of her baby boy, nine months later, forever changing their lives. Paz had loved him more than Savin could ever imagine. Her love for her son shined out of her like light, wrapping up her boy in its energy. It’s no wonder the boy never wanted to leave his mothers arms. He was all smiles, and adorable gurgles until someone else tried to hold him. Then you had about five seconds to give him back to his mama or else the water works would start. Unless you were Quaritch. Little Miles was perfectly happy to be in Quaritch’s arms.

  “My little spider monkey.” That’s what she’d call him, peppering his cheeks with kisses until he was laughing hysterically.

  So it pained Savin greatly when in the woods, they came across a dirty boy, with matted blond hair, and big brown eyes. Paz’s eyes. She knew them on site. But she didn’t want it to be true. Because this kid? This dirty, feral neglected child? How could he possibly be the same giggly, smiley, fluffy haired, little angel that Paz had adored, with every fiber of her being.

 “What’s your name.” Quaritch asked him.

 “Spider. Socorro.”

  “Miles?”

 “Nobody calls me that.”

God, Savin thought, looking the boy over again and again, Paz is rolling in her grave.

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   Now looking at the dejected boy sitting across from her, she felt that familiar pang of grief that struck her every time Spider reminded her too much of Paz. The kid just looked so much like her when he was upset. Savin had no idea how Quaritch hadn’t caved to the kids' demands yet.

  “Tell me more about my mother.” Spider pleaded

   “No” Quaritch didn’t even look at his son. He pointedly ignored his kid, focusing instead on eating his dinner. This had been a nightly occurrence for nearly three weeks now.

   “Please” Spider was looking up at him with big brown puppy dog eyes. Savin knew that if the colonel had looked at his boy then he’d have been finished. Which was probably why he continued avoiding the kids eye with everything he had. Quaritch’s silence clearly agitated Spider. The boy shoved against his fathers arm, demanding attention that he did not receive.

  Quaritch abruptly rose from his seat, startling his son. “I’m gonna take a walk.” He left the group, disappearing into the bioluminescent jungle. The silent rejection made Spider curl in on himself. Savin’s gut twisted painfully at the sight. She had to cheer him up. Paz had alway been good at that. Even if you tried to hide your bad mood, she would see right through you. Any time Savin had been upset, Paz would be there with booze, an upbeat playlist, snacks, and a shoulder to lean on. She’d been an amazing listener too. If Savin just needed a good vent session, then Paz would sit silently, taking in all her venom. Savin owed it to her friend to try and do that for her son now. She couldn’t give the kid booze, had no snacks to offer, and no catchy music to play but she did have one thing she knew he’d love.

  “You know your old mans’ not the only one around here that can tell you a thing or two about your mama” Savin said, moving to take Quaritch’s vacated spot.

 Spider looked up at her wide eyed “you knew my mama?”

 Savin pretended to seem incredulous “knew her? We were best friends from the moment we met.”

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  The second Savin caught sight of those mischievous brown eyes for the first time, she knew. Paz Socorro was a fun bitch to be around. The kind of take no shit, down for anything, fearless type that made for a good time. Savin poured her a shot the moment Paz took a seat beside her. If Quaritch wants to have a party, we’re gonna have a fucking rager.

 After downing three shots back to back Paz jumped up from her seat, clapping her hands together to summon everyone’s attention. “We need music” she said, overly serious. Quaritch was staring at her at an utter loss for words. Without waiting for an answer Paz strode to the back of her ship, opening up the cargo hold, letting it slowly fall open. She returned with an old school record player, lovingly cradled in her arms, grinning from ear to ear.

 Quaritch approached her with a look of awe “where’d you even get this”

 “Found it in a landfill. It was a busted piece of shit but through trial and error I managed to fix it up.” They were staring deep into each other’s eyes now. It was clear to Savin that sparks were flying between the two. It was disgusting to watch. Time to cock block.

 “So what kinda music do y’a got for this ancient piece of shit.” Savin said, shouldering the colonel out of the way. Paz seemed delighted to be asked. She gently set the record player down on the chair she had previously been occupying, before practically skipping off back into the cargo hold of her ship, returning a moment later with a large wheelable case containing her entire record collection.

 “Just how much stuff you got in there anyway” Quaritch asked, an amused smile on his face.

 Another question Paz seemed all too eager to answer. She passed off her record case to Quaritch before returning to the cargo hold once again. A moment passed, the team awaiting their newest members return in silence. Then the sound of an engine roaring to life ripped through the air. Paz came thundering back to the group on the back of a motorcycle. It was a beat to hell piece of shit with chipped red paint, but from the look on Paz’s face it was her pride and joy. She had slipped on an equally beat up and faded red leather bomber jacket that was definitely too big for her. She drove slow lazy circles around the group laughing at their shocked faces. Quaritch was the first to get over his surprise, his face morphing into a fond expression as he reveled in Paz’s happiness.

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  “Do you know how mama was able to sneak all that stuff to Pandora,” Spider asked in awe of Savins story. His mama drove a motorcycle. That was so bad ass.

  “Well her ship Hell Spawn was hers back on Earth. It shipped out with her. From what Paz told me after it had been inspected, she snuck into the hangar bay the night before she was due to ship out and loaded it up with everything she owned. Which wasn’t much to be fair. Her music, her motorcycle, some clothes that held sentimental value, a lot of books, and some plant seeds. That was about it. Those were the only things she cared enough about to bring with her.”

 Where were those things now, Spider thought bitterly. He should have been given his mama's possessions when she died, but he had nothing. From Savin’s story it sounded like she had really loved the items she’d brought with her. She loved them enough to sneak them across the galaxy. Now those things were probably discarded and rotting somewhere. Thinking about it made anger flair to life inside of him. He tried to push those feelings down as Savin continued her story.

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 Savin couldn’t lie to herself any longer. She was drunk. Once the music got started Paz kicked off their party with a group shot of whisky and did another one with Savin for good measure. Then Paz took her by the hand to dance. Savin was self conscious at first, a feeling Paz definitely didn’t share. After a few more drinks though…..

 Paz took the lead in all their dances. There was no doubt that she had rhythm and some skills at dancing but once the liquor really started hitting, she turned into a giant goofball, spinning like a sloppy ballerina, taking Savin in her arms and leading her in exaggerated ballroom dances. Paz was the life of the party. She had everyone laughing and joking together, even Quaritch, who sat on the sidelines drinking, watching Paz with warm eyes.

 Nobody could keep up with Paz’s drinking. She was the smallest one there. Statistically she should have been the first one down for the count. Instead she was drinking them all under the table. One by one the team called it quits for the night. Soon there was only Paz, Savin, Lyle and Quaritch left.

 “I’m gonna go take a breather.” Paz said, the words sounding heavy on her tongue. She walked unsteadily out of the hanger bay to the observation deck in the adjoining room.

 With her gone the atmosphere changed, immediately becoming strained and awkward. “I think I’m gonna hit the hay” said Lyle taking his leave.

 Savin waited and waited for her new friend to return but she never did. Truthfully Savin wanted to go to bed too. Everything was spinning, her stomach was lurching, and she felt so tired. But she didn’t want to bail, without saying goodbye. Savin was about to follow after Paz when the colonel stood up. “I’ll go check on her.”

Savin sat, waiting for them both to return but after twenty minutes and still nothing she followed their path to the observation deck to find it completely deserted, the smudges on the windows being the only evidence that the two had been there at all.

[someonepleasegivemechocklate]

I have a rant about hod idk

I don't mean to be problematic (lie) but isn't Rhaenyra basically a victim of grooming (via Criston and Daemon) and abuse (via Alicent) in the books? Because correct me if I'm fucking wrong, wasn't Criston her Kingsgaurd since she was fucking SEVEN?? To quote Queen (Consort) Alicent Hightower: "Ser Criston protects the princess from her enemies, but who protects the princess from Ser Criston?" And Daemon, who was sixteen years older than her and her fucking uncle for Christ's sake, was definitely aiming for more power. And Alicent was eighteen when she married Viserys (29, I believe), and Rhaenyra at this point was being groomed to be his heir.

(I'm still wondering why Viserys had Rhaenyra still named heir even after Aegon was born, ignoring that prophecy and guilt nonsense from the show. Maybe he was already having her be groomed to be Queen and was sus of the Hightowers (although why marry one if that were the case is beyond me, especially having more boys with her) or just thought Rhaenyra would be a good queen or was a feminist (unlikely; he wanted a boy before and had no qualms in exceeding Rhaenys) or any number of reasons; I am confused and will likely remain confused) Alicent Hightower was a selfish bitch who wanted her own sons on the throne and was willing to go against the King's succession to do so. Rhaenyra and Alicent had a good relationship before Aegon was born, and then it began to sour because the King didn't name Alicent's son as heir. Now, one can always say that Rhaenyra may also be responsible for this rivalry, despising Alicent's son which gave Alicent the idea that her step-daughter might as well murder her baby brother for the throne and causing Alicent to "fight back" for the sake of her children. I would like to remind these people of one thing: 👏 RHAENYRA 👏 WAS 👏 FUCKING 👏 TEN 👏 Alicent was the adult, the stepmother. Rhaenyra was a child. A child who had lost her mother, but had welcomed her new step-mother and hoped to have a good relationship with her while learning her new duties because one day she would be Queen. She was an eight-year-old motherless child who was told she would be Queen one day with no idea of what she would lose and Otto Hightower was a scheming bastard who'd do just about anything to put his blood on the throne. I won't defend many of Rhaenyra's actions in the future, except maybe her bastard children cause let's be honest: the gay husband doesn't mind, father-in-law doesn't mind, the fucking king doesn't mind. Who cares then? Exactly. I think wanting Aemond to be "questioned sharply" was most certainly out of the line. This is the point where my sympathy for Rhaenyra begins to abscond, Aemond was ten years old. And sure, slapping and threatening her three-year-old son before shoving him into a pile of dragon droppings is pretty bad, and calling her kids bastards (I feel like she should have learned to deal with it after Luke was born and it was clear this is how her sons would be mocked forever; as horrible as it is, it's the way the world works) but he's ten. Like, come on.

(Also, I don't get the point of having the "bullying" plot added in the show when it was Viserys I mocking Aemond that caused him to want to ride Vhagar, meanwhile, Rhaenyra's sons were always hated by Alicent's cause they saw the "Strong boys" as thieves of their birthright as if Viserys hadn't made the line of succession clear and to not respect it is basically treason against the King)

Rhaenyra loses moral ground the moment she asks for a ten-year-old child to be tortured. Next up, marrying Daemon Targaryen. This, this is where she repeats her father's mistakes and now the Greens have an actual reason to fear the Blacks. Before this, any desires for the throne by Alicent's sons is talk of treason and they have no reason for Aegon to sit the throne (say for the safety of his mother and siblings) other Alicent and Otto's ambitions. Now, they have an actual reason to fear Rhaenyra. Daemon has disliked Alicent's sons because they put him further in the line of succession and he dislikes Otto and Alicent because they are as much of scheming bastards as he is, none of it has anything to do with love for anyone (except maybe Alicent, though her version of "love" doomed her children so great job). I remember Criston Cole saying something along the lines that Daemon would have Aegon and his children, Aemond, Daeron, and maybe even Helaena murdered to put his own sons on the throne. His sons, not Rhaenyra's. Not Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffery. Aegon and Viserys. This was a foolish decision by Rhaenyra, maybe she did know what Daemon would do and assumed she could put him on a leash (stupid thought, really, Daemon is an uncontrolled, rabid beast who should be put to the sword in my opinion) but she created the same succession crisis for Jacaerys in the future that her father created for her by marrying Alicent and having her sons. Her bastard sons would always receive a challenge from Daemon's son, whether they wanted the throne or not and considering the fact that Rhaenyra loved all her children regardless of who their father was, probably not. But Daemon is Daemon. Being King Consort and having a Queen Consort daughter would most certainly not do. Criston was right, Rhaenyra was officially a threat. Although in many ways I think her decision to marry Daemon was caused by the Driftmark incident, and even if not, then years of having to deal with the Greens. So in many ways they brought this on themselves.

With the exception of Rhaenyra asking for Aemond to be "questioned sharply" (he was ten, come on!) all of the shit that the Greens have to deal with are caused by their own actions. I'm not saying they deserve it, though.

Blood and Cheese was caused by Aemond killing Luke for NO FUCKING REASON even if I would personally vibe more with the revenge vibes if they'd had Aemond (or even Aegon) killed instead of literal babies like what the fuck. Still have doubts if Rhaenyra was involved in the planning remembering how wrapped up she was in her grief, but considering she wanted a ten-year-old tortured and took Mysaria on her council after the incident . . . doesn't paint a pretty picture, yes? I mean, sure, she showed mercy to Helaena and Alicent but . . . well . . .

(I mean, Pro-Rhaenyra supporters could argue that the Mysaria thing was temporary and asking Aemond to be tortured was just a threat, which I'm not discounting as impossible considering the Maesters would probably try to make Rhaenyra seem worse because that's how women in power are typically treated by historians.)

But you know what? I'm still Team Black. Fuck Jaehaerys I and his misogynistic ass for causing this clusterfuck of a succession crisis, fuck Otto and his power-hungry ass, and fuck that bitch Alicent who decided to make a ten-year-old's life miserable. Also, fuck Daemon. And Rhaenyra to some extent (child torture and child murder, hello??)

Honestly, all of this could have been avoided if they'd gone with the original line of succession and named Rhaenys queen, but noooooo Jaehaerys had to be a misogynistic bitch.

Although, as a oldtown-conspiracy-believer, I think the Dance was inevitable. Even without the conspiracy, it was unavoidable. After all, the only thing that can destroy the House of the Dragon is itself. The dragons and dragon-riders would have grown in number and there would have been a civil war anyway.

anyway, to conclude this clusterfuck of a rant: fuck the hightowers.

[discodeviant]

Not Duke, Not Prince - Part 3

Billy | Teen | 1k words Alternate Canon/Divergence

Made for @billyhargrovebingo! Prev. | Part 1

“A lion.”

Billy squirmed under Hopper’s icy gaze, though it was warmer than he let on. It sounded stupid when he said it like that, deadpan and tired, bored if Billy closed his eyes and listened. But he kept his eyes open, looking between the flat ceiling and the hat twirling in the Chief’s hand. “Yes, a lion, I’ve said that twelve times.”

“You hit a lion with your car.”

“It fucking ran in front of me!”

Billy took a deep breath, and then Hopper continued: “Hey, I’m not trying to piss you off, alright? You’re sure it wasn’t a mountain lion.”

“Christ, I’m sure. Probably escaped a zoo or some shit, I don’t know.”

“Well, I might agree if our zoo had an African lion, but it doesn’t, and the one that does still has it contained. So forgive my confusion.”

“I wasn’t on drugs, man.”

“You’ve also said that twelve times.”

“It’s true!”

“Then why were you driving around so late? You said, what, eleven at night? By yourself?”

Billy stilled and wished he were ten sizes smaller so Hopper would stop looking at him like that. Suspicious and crass, Billy hated that look. It reminded him too much of Neil. “Just getting out of the house,” he said, which wasn’t untrue.

“On a school night.”

“I graduated.”

“No job?”

“Fuck’s sake, Chief, what do you wanna hear? That I was sneaking out to buy heroin?”

“Were you?”

“No!” He moved his arm so fast that the IV nearly slipped right out, and Hopper held both hands up like he was taming a wildcat. Billy licked his molar, breathed a little, rolled his eyes, and said like it was a confession, “I had a date, okay?” In some ways, it was. Or it would have been if Hopper knew the whole story that dated back to San Diego, to the day his mother left, to the day he was born. There were days when Billy didn’t remember her name at all, only the face that disappeared along with every atom of hope he had left. In the time since, her golden hair turned rusty in his memory, but her eyes were still haunting. They were when she was alive too.

Hopper’s hands moved into a more inviting gesture. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? What’s her name?” Billy side-eyed him. “It was a her, right?”

“Yeah.” Another thing that made his stomach twist. “Just some chick from high school, alright, it doesn’t matter.”

“If it doesn’t matter, then you can tell me her name.”

He didn’t think too hard about it. “Nina Herrera.” Hopper nodded, still unimpressed.

“Easier when you don’t wanna strangle me, isn’t it?”

“Whatever.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He stood up and put his hat back on, straightening his cop-slacks as he cleared his throat. “Alright, I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Billy clearly didn’t come off as seriously as he hoped he would, asking, “I’m not done with you yet?” because Hopper laughed and shook his head.

“No, you’re not. Get some rest, kid.”

So he did.

Susan took Max to visit him after school, and Billy wished she hadn’t when he saw the look on Max’s face. She’d made it fourteen years without looking death in the eyes, and here she was, holding back tears for a step-brother who thought he’d be better off that way regardless. Susan left them alone; Max walked straight to the love seat to put her skateboard and backpack down, not having left it in the car for reasons Billy couldn’t begin to entertain. Standing by the hospital bed, hair frazzled and clothes uneven, she looked like a little kid.

“I’m okay, Max,” Billy said, because they’d been getting along fine since the summer. The relief of minuscule financial freedom made him less tense, working as an indoor pool boy during the winter months. It meant that Max wasn’t his void to scream into anymore, which meant things could resemble normal.

“No you’re not, asshole.” Her voice trembled with her hands, and Billy didn’t blame her. The gauze on his head was probably bled through, but otherwise he was unscathed, save for whatever head trauma he endured to think he’d seen a fucking lion. Maybe Hopper was right. Maybe it was a cougar after all.

“C’mon, I’ve been worse.” The sentiment was lighthearted, but she still shoved his thigh and hissed at him not to say that. He knew she’d seen worse as it happened and been the one to take care of it afterwards, but that was routine; that was something she’d gotten used to over the years. Billy was still home blasting music in his room, or she would hear the car outside if he was coming back. He made it to breakfast every morning because it was the most normal he could get.

“The nurse said you can come home in a couple days,” she said, and neither could quite decide whether that was a good thing or not. Billy would prefer his own bed to the hospital mattress, but the nurses were better than Neil. He’d have preferred Susan’s cooking, but hospital slop was better than blood.

“I’m sure I will. C’mere.” A weak hand reached out for Max to slip into, kneeling on the floor as Billy rubbed her back, combed through her hair with stiff fingers. Having another heartbeat so close to his made him feel strangely human again, not what remained of one. She was there. She cared about him, and he desperately needed to know that.

Max stayed at the hospital with him for a long while, reading to him and reluctantly letting him help with her homework. Neil and Susan were probably glad to get them both out of their hair, so they didn’t pick her up until ten. Susan brought some of his things so he wouldn’t be so bored by himself—his Walkman, a few books, his own shower supplies. Neil waited in his truck outside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Billy,” Max told him with one last hug. He kissed her temple, and she rubbed it right off, but they both laughed about it as she left.

In the shower, which he convinced the nurse he didn’t need her help for—he wondered when he’d gotten so hairy.

Part 4

Uh oh, someone’s testosterone is working overdrive— unless… 🫣👀

[via707]

i just had the most humbling college experience of my life and cannot possibly keep this to myself.

so i was walking into my second class of the day and was a little bit too early and the other class that uses the room was still in there. i waited for the majority of people to leave the room before heading to my seat. some guy was standing in the row in front of mine but i was like "i should be fine to just sit down and not have to talk to him or anything, right" wrong. i was so so wrong.

i put my bag down on the table and am about to sit down and here is the conversation (interrogation) i was subjected to:

the guy: what class is after this?

me: *who is mildly stoned and functioning at 25% capacity* um soc 300 something

the guy: oh okay, what's it about

me: *who constantly confused this class with my other sociology course* ummm social change i think *turning to the other girl who walked in with me to see if she knows or is going to bail me out of this conversation*

the guy: okay.... *getting slightly suspicious* who teaches it?

me: *ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME HOLY SHIT I DONT KNOW MY PROFESSORS NAME* ummm i think her name is (not telling yall for confidential reasons)

the guy: *definitely suspicious now* okay but isn't this the 13th week of this course?

me: *practically on the verge of tears* *JESUS FUCKING CHRIST FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING TO ME* yeah it is, sorry im just having an off day

the guy: oh okay *and walks away*

literally what was the reason for this?!?!?!?! i was just trying to sit down and work on my late assignment and didnt expect to be assaulted with all these questions. AND HE KEPT GOING, FOR WHATTTTTTT LIKE CLEARLY I DONT KNOW!!!!!!!!! IS IT A LITTLE WEIRD THAT IM 13 WEEKS INTO A COURSE AND STILL DONT KNOW WHAT ITS CALLED, SURE BUT FOR FUCKS SAKE MAN I JUST SIT IN THIS ROOM TWICE A WEEK AND PLAY TETRIS, ITS NOT LIKE A ACTUALLY PAY ATTENTION 😭😭

[soulofgenocide]

"For her sakes I hope getting into the relationship is the only thing you do fast. You've not changed once since you were a kid."

Rogue rolled her eyes and sighed, placing her hand to her forehead for a moment before sticking it out to receive the coffee Richard placed in it. She took a sip before uncrossing her legs and standing up, walking toward the input point on the wall.

"Anyway, you're both adults, do whatever the hell you want just don't bring it into the Afterlife until lil blue-ish green here makes more of a name for herself. Cleaners are supposed to be untouchable monsters, going to ruin the image if they see her groping you at the bar. As apologies for the rule, feel free to use him for whatever job you want Rebecca, my hellhound is now apparently also your hellhound, but that ain't even why I'm here."

The queen of fixers pulled a shard from the slot in her head, pressing it into the input for Richard's television which also worked as essentially planting it directly into WAR's brain, something which she knew.

. . WHEN IS THIS FROM? . .

"Play the footage first sunshine."

The wall to Richard's armory closed as the projected television returned, playing footage of heavily armed mercs moving high-grade weaponry and vehicles off of a cargo ship, all branded with a large red X. It looked like someone was preparing to send an army off to war, except for some reason they were unloading it here.

"Jesus Christ Rogue, why right now, couldn't wait?"

"Hey you stuck your dick in her don't look at me, and this is from last night, so doesn't matter if she was a joytoy she's pulled into some bullshit from you already."

"Bounce. I'll call you later."

Seeing that Richard had lost his puppy-like behavior of allowing himself to be pushed around, Rogue gave a quiet shrug and then waved goodbye to Rebecca before leaving his apartment, just as quickly as she came into it.

. . SHE ISN'T WRONG . .

"Just shut up and cut the feed, we'll talk later about how you're in MY brain and misbehaving. Sorry about that, all of that, Rebecca, definitely could've gone worse but I imagine you would've liked yknow. To not meet her the night after we fuck like animals."

She grimaced listening to Richard get told around by the woman that held her and her gang's jobs in her hand. It made since that she kept track of all her runners, though to come face to face with basically her god was terrifying.

Her head turned to glance back at Richard, almost pleading for him to help her, though she knew it was a falsehood. She had to face this on her own and that was enough to make her take a trembling breath.

"I... uh."

Rebecca thought back to yesterday, running through meeting Richard and dashing off to god knows where with him on a whim for the promise of sex and a good gun. Damn she was shallow.

"Well he just seemed really out of it. At first I thought he was a psycho, almost shot him dead before he snapped back into it. Then from there it just happened so fast."

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book 1 of 4]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

I knew this book was going to be good when Alex admitted being into BDSM lmao.

But for real, the only thing I expected when picking up this book was some relationship drama. I got that, plus some family drama that left my jaw hanging open (looking at you, Mr. Chen). I had an inkling about Alex's family drama, and I hated being proven right. It sucked and I'm glad everyone in the wrong got what they deserved.

As for the main couple, wow. My heart was absolutely broken. I loved seeing them get together, but when reality set in and some things were said.. I cried. Poor Ava.

They do get their happily ever after, but I have a feeling the drama is nowhere near over. On to book 2!

Now enjoy my ramblings..

* Jesus. Her shirt was see through and Alex didn’t even tell her until she had to get off somewhere.

* “You’re not my type, even if you weren’t Josh’s sister.” — Ouch.

* Well.. Alex is into BDSM 😏

* So Josh is entrusting his sister’s well-being to Alex because he knows his friend will never fuck her? This is going to go swimmingly, isn’t it? 😂

* She compared him to Voldemort. Oh no lmao.

* Woo. Alex is pissed! He did not like finding Ava in a black skimpy lace getup with another dude in the room 😏

* Damn. He really threatened her friend like that, huh. Harsh.

* Operation Emotion is not going to end well 😬

* “Don’t play with me unless you want to get hurt.” — SIR! You cannot say that after we all know what you’re into behind closed doors.

* Lmfao 🤣 Ava’s mind being in the gutter when Alex had her innocently straddling one of this thighs..

* Shared bed trope.. 😏 Alex finding out Ava has night terrors.. 🥺

* Nooooo lmfao. She woke up with her hand on his dick. I can’t 🤣🤣🤣

* This fucking parrot lol

* Alex beating the shit out of Liam.. yes 🙌🏻

* Wtf.. her mom pushed her into the lake as a kid?

* And now I’m crying as she unloads her past to Alex and how she feels about it all 😭

* Madeline, you jealous twat!

* Oh shit. They kissed. And he rejected her. Harshly. Fuckkkk.

* Wow. A celibate Alex is a dick 😂 At least he’s happy now after seeing Ava and scaring the shit out of her boss.

* The swimming lesson turned naughty. I knew this was going to happen 😏

* Jesus Christ. That sex marathon.. 🥵

* I’m a fan of his possessiveness and him railing her while taking an important call 😂

* Jesus. In the student health center? Alex is a horndog lmao.

* Wait.. wtf? Her dad!? Her dad was the one who tried to kill her!!!

* This dude is a fucking asshole!

* Josh is back! And he decked his father in the face 😂 Now to get on to him finding out his best friend is banging his sister 👀

* Why do I get the feeling her telling him she loves him is going to cause a strain? 🥺

* Why don’t I trust Alex’s uncle? He knows Ava’s name. He knows she’s distracting Alex. Is he going to do something?

* Wtf did his uncle do?! Did he have something to do with the murder of his family?! Fuck this dude.

* Late to dinner and jealous. And lying about the phone. Smh, Alex. I was rooting for you.

* Oh fuck. He was only in with the Chen’s because he was plotting their downfall? Noooooo. Ava is gonna be so heartbroken.

* And I called it! I knew the uncle was sketchy as shit. Fuck that dude.

* He had the girls kidnapped?! What a fucking asshole. But wait, isn’t Bridget the princess? Where the fuck is her bodyguard?

* Fuckkkkk. And now my heart is broken for Ava. Everything Alex had to say.. ugh 😩

* ..and now I’m crying. I hate it here.

* Two months later.. I never trust these time skips anymore.

* God I love Bridget lol

* “Your enemies are my enemies, your friends are my friends, and if you wanted, I would burn down the world for you.” - Aww. He’s an adorable psycho 🥰

* So you tell me he resigned as CEO and then hit me with that “one year later” bs. Fuck.

* He sang! Oh my god 😩

* They’re together! Fucking finally.

* Blackmail on a future Queen? For fuck’s sake, Alex 😂

* I’ll never look at an apple orchard the same way ever again 👀

[ryaeris]

Invisible String / N.JM

PAIRING: friend!jaemin x fem!reader

WORDCOUNT: 2.1k

SUMMARY: two hearts were broken within the span of a couple of months. jaemin and his vanquished core were left to heal, but there was some invisible force keeping him and the one he once loved tied to one another. is there still hope for him and the alluring girl he fell for?

WARNINGS: cheating, infidelity, jaemin saves the day (as always), unprotected sex, couch sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), second chance romance, arguing in the beginning, a little back and forth with r and jaemin, hurt/comfort.

gigi’s notes 🩰 - this is a part 2 to killshot, but can be read as a standalone

"was it all a lie?"

your eyes filled with tears as you caught donghyuck with another girl. you figured you'd be a good... whatever you were to him, and surprise him at his apartment with some food.

ever since you two had hooked up at jaemin's party, things had been going steady and he had been nicer, but now, watching him scramble to put on his pants as the girl held the sheet up to her chest in an attempt to protect her dignity, you had begun to think that maybe he just wanted to get in your pants.

"n-no, no!" he stuttered, pulling up his pants as he stumbled his way towards you. "baby, no. i- i meant everything i said it's just..." he attempted to explain, shamefully looking down at the ground as he tried to find a proper excuse. "just what, donghyuck?" you whimpered. "i didn't know if... If I could commit to you, so i wanted to see if maybe sleeping with someone else would make me feel differently and it did, it did." he took your limp hands in his.

"being with you feels right, okay? i wanna be with you! she was just an experiment." your eyebrows furrowed, a feeling of disgust curling dangerously in your gut. "an experiment?" you reiterated with a growl. "a fucking experiment?!" you snatched your hands out of his, your voice growing in its loudness. "you have to be fucking kidding me if you think i'm going to believe that shit, because a man who loves a woman wouldn't think about sleeping with someone else, they will fucking communicate."

"baby please—"

"no!" you shouted. "i don't care if you want to be with me! now, you fucked up."

storming out of the room, you grabbed your backpack that you had left on his kitchen floor, snatching it up and throwing it over your shoulder.

he didn't hesitate to quickly follow behind you. as you made your way to the door, he stood in front of it.

"please!" he begged. you shook your head. "you made your bed and now you have to lay in it."

shoving him out the way, you opened the door.

"goodbye, donghyuck." you whispered, closing the door, ignoring the pleas for you to come back.

just like that, you found yourself walking home alone, the burning feeling of anger soon faded into nothing but sadness in its wake.

you were relieved when you had reached your apartment, throwing away the takeout away. you didn't even like that kind of food in there anyways for christ's sake.

"commitment?" you questioned yourself as tears had begun to trail down your cheeks. really, what was there to commit to? you had sex and then that was it. there was no you and him, no boyfriend and girlfriend, just the feeling of having gotten toyed with.

you had ignored the ridiculous amounts of text messages and mixed calls from donghyuck, instead opting to go to your call logs where your fingers hesitantly hovered over jaemin's name. you felt guilty. you had obviously led him on and now here you were, calling him when the boy that you had wanted for so long slipped from between your fingertips.

ignoring the pangs, you clicked on his name, folding your forearm under your chin so you could rest your pounding head on it.

after two rings, jaemin's voice rasped from the other side of the line.

"hey," he said. "are you okay?" he questioned.

“yeah… yeah. it's just—" you attempted to compose yourself with a sigh. "are you free right now?” your voice was no doubt wobbly.

“um—” you heard rustling coming from the other line. "yeah, i'm free. are you alright?" he asked, sensing something was off. you had almost never called him, so why would you be doing so right now? he wanted to be mad at you, he really did, but he couldn't. so, he found himself slipping on his shoes and grabbing his keys.

“i'm not doing so hot right now… i just need someone to talk to."

"ah, i see. well, 'i'll be there in a minute. do you need anything?” he asked attentively. you could tell that he was genuinely concerned for your well-being.

“no," you shook your head even though he couldn't see you. "i'm okay. i'll see you in a bit, jaemin.” you said with a slight smile before ending the call.

taking a moment to screw your head on straight, you peeled yourself off the bed that you so desperately wanted to sink into.

it didn't take him long to get to your place, a light knock placing itself on your door. with a shaky breath, you opened the door.

"hey," he breathed out. his eyes searched your face, his brows furrowing in concern at the sight of your puffy eyes, the tears streaming down your cheeks followed by your mascara.

"hey, hey," he cooed. "what happened?" he inquired softly, his hands resting themselves on your cheeks so that he could wipe away any stray tears. he cringed slightly to himself as he smeared a bit of your melted product.

“donghyuck… he, i— i caught him with another girl today.” you whispered solemnly as you looked at the ground.

jaemin didn’t like hearing donghyuck’s name.

not only was he an asshole, but he was also the man that he had lost you to, the name that constantly reminded him that the party he had thrown solidified your connection to one another.

“shit… i'm sorry." he said in disbelief.

he could tell your admission had begun to bring tears in your eyes, the man tugging you into his embrace where you buried your face in his chest. he rubbed your back softly, jaemin resting his chin on your head as he shushed your heartbreaking sobs.

jaemin would be lying if he said he didn't feel some kind of way about being here to help you with donghyuck. he was still hurting too after all.

you pulled away from him so that you could rant about what happened today. you hadn't noticed, but at each mention of donghyuck's name, his mood fell until he let out a sigh.

"listen, i want to help you, i really do, but i don't think i can continue playing therapist with you." he said, his voice tight.

“what?” you scoffed. "play therapist? i'm not playing therapist with you." he rolled his eyes, "are you sure? because it sure feels like it." he got up.

“listen, i can't be what you need, alright? i can't sit here and listen to you talk about another guy and act like just the sound of that asshole's name doesn't make me want to puke." gulping, he stands up, nervously running his fingers through his blonde hair.

"what do you mean?" You asked. He laughed incredulously, "you still don't get it, do you? i like you. i like you so much that listening to you talk about another guy feels like you're ripping my heart out of my chest."

"jaemin… how was —how was i supposed to know?" you questioned in shock. “i gave you hints! i—i help you with work at school, i invited you to my party, i danced with you, i … i tried to kiss you." his voice fell nearing the end.

“you never—" he cut you off.

“i never what?” he asked exasperatedly.

“just because i didn’t bully the shit out of you to get your damn attention, doesn’t mean i was never into you.” he continued as he looked away from your face. he couldn't bring himself to look at you.

“jaem… i'm sorry," you apologized. "i'm sorry that i hadn't realized your feelings sooner."

"it's fine, i just wish i had made a move sooner."

you two spent what felt like an eternity gazing at each other.

now that you thought about it, what did donghyuck have that jaemin didn't? if anything, jaemin was the better choice out of the two. and just like that, you had realized that you had almost missed out on the greatest man you had ever had the privilege to meet.

jaemin moved his hand to your cheek and pulled you into a soft kiss.

you kissed back slowly and softly, letting yourself melt into the moment. jaemin’s lips moved gently against yours, moving your head slightly to deepen the kiss as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

as the kisses deepened further, it soon became a heated battle of dominance. the two of your mouths worked together in sync as jaemin’s body pressed closer to yours.

he then slid his arm under your legs, lifting you off of the ground. wrapping your legs around him, he carried you across the living room and placed you down gently on the couch.

your lips parted as both your hands gripped onto the hem of jaemin’s shirt, pulling it over his head.

once his torso was completely bare in front of you, you traced your fingers up his smooth chest and jawline, stopping at his neck. you lightly ran your lips along the edge of his jaw causing jaemin’s breathing to hitch slightly.

his eyes fluttered closed as he relaxed under your touch. you kissed down his jawline, making your way to his neck as his head fell backwards.

he grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. not wasting anymore time, he pushed your pants down, leaving you in your undergarments for him to look at. “fuck, you look so beautiful.” he muttered, trailing kisses down your stomach.

“oh shit..." you whispered breathlessly, pulling his lips back up to yours.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered, nipping at your neck lightly. you nodded in response before trailing your lips back up to his mouth, kissing him passionately, making him groan deeply.

“baby,” he moaned, moving his hand to cup one of your breasts through your bra. you shivered slightly under his touch.

“jaemin... please!" you whispered, pulling away to catch your breath. “please what? i can do whatever you want y/n... just tell me." he pleaded with you, knowing that you wanted him, just as badly as he wanted you.

“i want you to fuck me, please.” you panted, wrapping your legs tightly around jaemin’s waist, causing him to groan loudly. “anything for you.” he mumbled, pulling your underwear down, revealing your already wet core. “you're already this wet for me baby?” he questioned you, smirking down at you as his gaze trailed back and forth between you and your entrance.

you gasped as he slipped in one finger in a matter of seconds. you moaned at the contact, arching your back to make it easier for him to enter you. his other hand traveled from your breast, making its way towards your clit, causing you to bite your lip harshly.

"you taste so good baby." he hummed, running his tongue along your clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, earning multiple moans from you.

you squirmed underneath him, wanting more. “please, I need you jaem!” you begged, tugging on his hair slightly.

"i got you."

he removed his finger from your tight entrance and replaced it with his cock, pushing the rest of his length inside you.

feeling him enter you, your walls immediately tightened around him, making him let out a moan. his grip on your hips tightened, pressing himself deeper into you, eliciting more noises from you.

he kissed you roughly as he began pounding into you with all his might, his hands gripping onto your thighs tightly, nails digging into skin.

“come on sweetheart." he breathed as he sped up his thrusting, causing you to let out a scream, tightening around him. you whimpered as he thrusted faster and harder, his thrusts becoming harder and harder.

soon your cries turned into moans as you both came.

after a couple minutes of catching your breaths, you looked up into jaemin’s eyes as his gaze met yours. both of you smiling softly at each other, both of you getting tired out, resting your bodies back on top of one another.

jaemin pecked your lips as he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you close to him. you snuggled into his chest as jaemin laid his head atop of yours.

“jaemin?” you called out quietly. “yes, y/n?" he mumbled.

"do you think we could talk more later on? about us?" you asked nervously.

"i wouldn't have sex with you if i didn't want a relationship." his words caused a warm feeling to spread throughout your body. "okay." you nodded with a smile.

you were definitely glad that you hadn't missed out on this, on him.