#sorry if my long posts are annoying i have a lot bottled up about this show

[orange-fresh]

I was gonna put this all in tags but

THANK YOU STARRY AND CALLISTO FOR BEING THE FANDOM'S PHILOSOPHERS

I think that every solarballs fan needs to analyse the WHOLE timeline instead of what [this character] has done in the recent episode and then deem them an innocent guy 🥰🥰 or the other character that did antagonistic things in that particular episode like one time the irredeemable bitch grrrr👿👿👿👿

I cannot stand it, all the characters are all just little guys who have a drive to do certain things. In essence, all their actions and dialogue/monologue move the plot, or their own development. (That's awesome too, a character like Uranus, Venus, or Jupiter for example)

You realise how most of us loved a character once, only to have our opinions diluted by something they did in the next episode? How often has that happened dawg. I love every interpretation of all the characters(to preface) but I think it's very simple-minded to assume each character was written to fulfil one archetype, like "someone who deserves to die" or "the boring guy" or "bad bitch" ←most of the female characters for some reason)

A good example is how everyone is currently interpreting the planet 9 and Gas giants dynamic. You see planet 9 has been ejected by both of them right? That's definitely evil. So their niceness AND probably friendship is a whole facade to hide that part of the timeline. Which we don't see. We all still pity 9? Okay good. Because apparently the gassies, despite it being obvious that they were bitches before the whole solar system, are still loved in the present. Because it was in the past. 9 was probably a victim in that past, and we pity him because we know what the gassies did to him in the past(there is SO much content about the past solar system save me)

Jump to the present!! I wonder if everyone is gonna hate planet 9 because he has motives to "get back" at the gassies. Because y'know the past doesn't matter yeahhuh

YOU CAN PITY BOTH SIDES FOR WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THEM OKAY???? bad things happen to everyone, in the show because they're all developed guys with individual characteristics. There are enough good qualities to go around, plus extra evil added on to enjoy.

There are so many instances where the fandom loves a character for a thing they did in one episode saying "I love evil people!! They're so powerful!!" Yeah because they rightfully created the atmosphere for excitement for the next episodes to come. Everyone begins to love that character and make them the angel on display. But the MOMENT they do evil actions in the next episode after their previous episode (because they included the "pitiful" character that "didn't deserve it 🥺") people go ballistic like that wasn't what the character wanted to do (the build-up to the evil hatched into the plan taking place) and start to convince everyone that this character is unreasonable or something. (if y'know which character I am talking about I'll love you)

like the whole fandom has attention span issues with keeping track of the plot. If you want the whole arc to last 1 video then. I guess you can think about what you want. I don't really know

Thinking about it (after leaving it as a draft for like 20 minutes or so) maybe people just have a bias to earth because he's the most vibrant coloured or he's "our" planet earth. Y'know human bias is a really subtle thing. It's easy to think he's the protagonist of Solarballs altogether because he's (aubdbdhhdhsha) the guy we live on

Last point: really think about, how each character impacts each other. The solar system (or the plot in general) would not be the same without *this guy to help balance the dynamics of the scene. The amount of effort required to link every character to each other based on their individual 50+ personalities is insane. I am so inspired daw

Jumps into ur inbox, hi I have some things to say abt Saturn and the fandom's treatment of him and his moons

A decent amount of ppl in the SB think abt the characters in black and white, when in actuality the characters are all morally grey, they have done good and bad things as well. And I feel like one of the character the fits the bill most well (who's also one of the characters the who's mischaracterized a lot by the fandom) is Saturn!

While yes Saturn is generally a nice person (planet), he's also fucked up (*cough cough* HIS MISTR.ATMENT OF HIS MOONS *cough cough*)

He does care abt them to a certain extent, he cried when he found out he killed one of them and it formed his rings but the way he handled telling the moons,,,, wasn't rly the best tbh.

THIS IS NOT ME EXCUSING HIM HOWEVER, he never brothered to remember the names of his moons and that is 100% HIS fault!!!!

I feel absolutely sorry for the saturnian moons cuz Saturn has mistreated them for BILLIONS for years, he's known them for BILLIONS of years and not ONCE did he bother to learn their names!!

And the way the fandom treats him and his moons omfg!!!!! I hate it!!!! just because Saturn is emotional and the moons did rush, it does not mean doesn't mean Saturn is a "innocent pure baby that need to be pwotected from his evil moons 🥺🥺😡😡" nah nah nah SATURN HAS BASICALLY NEGLECTED THEM FOR BILLIONS OF YEARS, HE CARES FOR THEM AND ALSO DOES NOT CARE FOR THEM

The moons are NOT to blame, while yes they did rush thru introductions, Saturn could've taken notes or asked for a break. (like how surlynotaperson said)

I like Saturn and the saturnian moons, but ppl should look into things from the MOONS' prescriptive more, since the plot of the moon revolution of the show was that the moons were being mistreated. (And it's one of if not THE reason got more popular)

Rant over.

this is so so real

as much as i do talk about malicious saturn , all the characters are canonically morally grey and i wish people would get that sometimes!!!!

they have flaws, they arent always gonna be the best

"the moons are bad cause-" SHUUTT UPPP!!!! UR MISCHARTERIZEING THEM!!!

i understand having headcanons but some ppl gennuinely DESPISING the moons for being "mean and cruel" is just plain wrong 😭❗❗

[miuszn]

i’m actually so obsessed with your bouncer!ellie.. we need a fic immediately 🤭 -🪐

taste of lust

SETTING : modern au

WC : 5011

WARNINGS : sexual harassment ( nothing graphic ) ( but reader is sort of implied to have trauma related to it , nothing stated explicitly tho ) , bouncer!ellie x bottlegirl!reader , idk shit about clubs so like some stuff might be insanely inaccurate but i did my best to research ( sorry in advance ) , dash of dealer!ellie bc who doesn’t love her , dom!ellie , sub!reader , teasing , overstimulation if u squint , ellie calls u pretty girl & princess , readers first time with a strap , ellie refers to her strap as her cock , i’m not fluent in english yet so there might be mistakes , not beta read

A / N : hello everyoneeee !!! i know this took FOREVER to finish and i’m so sorry about that .. i’ve been super super busy and this fic was so long omg T_T there was a point i started over completely bc i didn’t like the direction it was heading to .. this fanfic shit gets serious truly . in case u missed the warning there is sexual harassment in this fic and reader is implied to have trauma related to it . putting this here again to make sure u guys see it . anyway , i took so long to post this and so much stuff happened !! but alas , it is here , the bottlegirl!reader and bouncer!ellie fic !! this is my fav fic of mine so far so i hope u guys enjoy reading this as much as i liked writing it <3 ( and yes there will be a part two !! )

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

being a bottle girl wasn’t exactly the job of your dreams. having to deal with creepy rich men every friday and saturday night was definitely not something you enjoyed doing, but that was what paid the bills and allowed you to live a rather comfy lifestyle for a college student. the bad part no one tells you about going to a top college on a full-ride scholarship is that a lot of the students are rich kids who most definitely cheated their way through high school, who live in nice apartments paid for by their mommy and daddy, who use birkins and other designer brand bags as their school bags, who would never be caught dead eating at the cafeteria. of course, you felt out of place. you weren’t exactly poor, but your family definitely could never afford that kind of lifestyle.

you’re pretty. extremely pretty. and you knew you could use that to your advantage. so when you saw a new club in the city that was looking for bottle girls you immediately knew you had to apply. sure, you had to deal with a couple creepy customers every night and sometimes even had to remind them they’re not allowed to touch you, which was annoying. you also hated being seen as an object, and you knew that’s exactly how these men saw you, and what was even worse was those very unsettling “you remind me of my daughter” comments from older men since you were so young. but the money was the main thing you needed, and you were able to put up with all this because of the pay. although the salary itself is just enough to survive, most of your earnings were in tips, and you made good tips. with a little bit of flirting and pretending you were really into customers, you scored lots of tips in the hundreds and sometimes even thousands. that wasn’t really enough for you to be able to afford luxury items whenever you wanted, but you were able to treat yourself every once in a while and that was enough for you.

you and your coworker ellie are the only college students that worked at that club. she wasn’t a bottle girl, however, she was a bouncer. during busy nights the bouncers typically took turns being at the door, and the rest would be inside the club making sure everything was fine. she didn’t mind being inside, it meant she could steal glances at you. truth was, she was into you, and it was obvious. but you took it as her just wanting to get a reaction out of you. that’s what it seemed like. but you can’t lie, whenever she wasn’t looking, you’d stare back as discreetly as you could.

she was a little possessive over you, which you weren’t really aware of. whenever she saw you flirting with customers, she couldn’t deny she felt a little jealous. she of course knew you were just trying to get more tips. regardless, she still couldn’t stand seeing the way you twirled your hair, spoke in that sweet and flirty tone, and even sometimes gave them compliments, and the fact it wasn’t towards her. she wanted it to be her, and her only. she wanted you to be hers. but she never did anything aside from flirt with you a little every once in a while, because she was scared she’d make you uncomfortable.

ellie. where does one even begin to describe her? her strong arms, her short auburn hair she styled as a mullet or put in a half bun when she felt a little lazier, her mesmerizing green eyes. from the moment you laid eyes on her you found her extremely attractive, but you were too shy and didn’t know how to approach her. what’s funny is this is the total opposite of the character you put up for your customers, an extroverted, flirty girl. the thing with you is, you can flirt with people, but only when you’re not attracted to them. when you are, such as in cases like these, the main thing you do is avoid avoid avoid. you rarely had the opportunity to interact with each other, but when you did, you always felt she was trying to subtly flirt with you. it was the kind of flirting where it was hard to tell wether she was flirting with you or just being nice, so you simply took it as being nice because you didn’t think there was any possibility she could be into you. she was just out of your league. even if it was flirting, you didn’t know if she had any other intentions. so you decided to play it safe.

that night was different from the others. your boss informed you that there’d be a bachelor party tonight and surprise surprise, you’d be serving them. the thing about bachelor parties is they’re very demanding and their tips can vary a lot. and demanding in your vocabulary is basically a synonym for entitled. they’ll insist you sit down, have a drink with them, maybe even try to grope you or something. you were not happy about having to deal with them tonight, but your boss told you they were short-staffed tonight, so you’d simply have to suck it up.

the moment the group of about 15 men came in, ellie sensed something was wrong. she rejected about half of them at the entrance before being informed by her supervisor that it was a bachelor party. she didn’t really care. she knew they were up to no good.

“i really don’t think we should let ‘em in.” she crossed her arms.

“any good reason?” he asked, annoyed.

“something just feels.. off,” she whispered, “i dunno. feel like they’re up to no good.”

“i don’t pay you to do ‘vibe checks’ on people.”

“i still don’t think we should let ‘em in. feels like they have bad intentions. have you seen how they’ve been eyeing the rest of the female staff?”

“big deal, this is a night club,” he brushed her off. “that’s how men look at women in nightclubs, williams. suck it up.”

“that still doesn’t-“

“do you want to keep your job or not?” he snapped.

she sighed and rolled her eyes, defeated, and hesitantly let the group in. her eyes were glued on them until they sat down at a table, the feeling in her stomach worsening when she realized you’d be dealing with them. it was one thing for any of the other girls to have to deal with them, but for some reason, she found herself way more worried about you. you were newer to the job and a little younger than the other girls. she couldn’t bear the thought of someone possibly harming you, or taking advantage of you, or anything like that. she felt this strange desire to protect you, something she hadn’t really felt towards anyone before. she felt this way toward you, yet she barely knew anything about you.

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

tonight was going to be a long night. the moment those men sat down, you could immediately tell. you could tell by their piercing gazes, which you swore you could physically feel even though you weren’t looking at them, that you’d have to remind them several times they can look but not touch. you heard them whispering stuff to each other while looking at you and then laughing and hitting each other as if they were a group of teenagers. you took a deep breath, put on a smile, and finally went over to their table.

“hey boys,” you greeted with a flirty tone, “anything i can get you guys today?”

“yeah, a piece of that ass.” one of them said, while the rest laughed.

you faked a giggle, trying to do your best to handle this professionally, as you would with all the other annoying customers.

“anyway,” you continued, “do you guys have anything in mind? if not, you can take a look at the stuff we have over there at the bar.” you said, while pointing at the bar.

“we’ll need a moment, babygirl.” one of them replied, holding out his credit card.

you nodded, took the card, and quickly walked away. you absolutely hated that nickname. before you took this job, you didn’t really mind it. but when you started getting called it by basically every single customer you eventually grew to hate it. if you hadn’t been working, you at the very least would’ve given them a death stare or contemplated telling them off (even though you knew you’d never have the balls to do anything of the sort.)

after a couple of minutes, one of them whistled at you to get your attention. strike two. another thing you very much hated. now you were even being treated like an animal. who the hell do they think they are?

you walked over to them and plastered a fake smile on your face and asked if they were ready.

“we just wanted to know what you recommend. i’m sure you drink lots since, you know, you work here.”

some of them chuckled, and you didn’t really get what was funny. but you decided to not start anything and just answered the question.

“well, we have lots of options,” you responded, “we have many of the classics you can find anywhere else, and we also have some that are less common. we just got the louis xiii cognac which is very hard to find, so i’d recommend that one.”

“yeah? are you just saying that ‘cause it’s the most expensive?”

“if you want less pricey options, we have those too.” you replied, avoiding the question. of course you were suggesting it because it was the most expensive. that’s kinda your job. you’re supposed to make money.

“we can afford it.” one of them said.

“yeah, bring us that one.” another chimed in.

you smiled and nodded, walking away. gosh, you felt them draining any energy you had every second you spent near them. you carefully took the bottle and put it on your tray, and grabbed a few glasses and put them with the bottle. you made your way over to their table, placing their glasses in front of them one by one, and although you weren’t looking at any of them, you knew they all had their eyes glued on you. you tried your hardest to pour their drinks quickly enough so you could just get out of there, but not too quickly that they’ll notice. unfortunately for you, they caught onto what you were doing.

“why’re you pouring so fast, babygirl? you in a hurry?”

tonight was going to be a long night.

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

ellie couldn’t wait for her turn at the door to be over. she made sure to peek inside every chance she had, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t eyeing you. she couldn’t help it. she couldn’t stop looking at how the black shorts and black baby tee you wore hugged your body and showed off your figure, and she had never been more grateful for the existence of the uniform. but above looking at you because of how attractive you were, she wanted to make sure you were safe. she had dealt with lots of men like them before, and she wouldn’t hesitate to kick them out if things escalated even the slightest bit.

after a while, her supervisor dismissed her and told her to stay inside to make sure nobody was causing any trouble. of course, she went over to the area you were, since there was no one watching over that area and because you were there.

“why’re you pouring so fast, babygirl? you in a rush?” she overheard one of the men speaking to you, with a sort of entitled tone. if she hadn’t been paying attention before, she definitely was now. with the way they were acting, it seemed like they didn’t notice she was there. you were clearly uncomfortable, but tried to play it off, you didn’t want to cause trouble or provoke them. she watched closely as they kept offering you to sit down and drink with them, not listening to you no matter how many times you politely told them you’re not allowed. telling you to “just have one drink, it’s fine” and “no one will know” and they “won't tell your boss.” but your boss was not the only concern. the concern was you. you didn’t know these men, you didn’t know what they could do.

but suddenly, one of the guys sitting on the edge of the seat pulled you in by the hip and forcibly sat you down. in that moment, ellie immediately went over to the table and knew she had to step in.

“sir, you’re not allowed to put your hands on the employees. i’m gonna have to ask you and the rest of your party to step outside.” she said in a stern tone.

“she willingly sat down with us,” one of them lied, “she just wanted to have a drink. nothin’ wrong with tha-“

“i saw what happened. no point in lying. now please step outside before i have you forcibly removed from the premises.”

“yeah?” he stood up to face her. “you’re just a woman. what’re you gonna do? you can’t get all of us out of here.”

“sir, back down.” she warned.

“or what?”

she didn’t respond. instead, she punched him in the face, breaking his nose. a few of his friends stood up, but before they could do anything, some of the security had already gone over to the scene and stopped them, escorting them out as ellie went with you to the break room.

“you alright?” she asked, seeing how shaken up you were.

“i’m, uh, i’m fine. don’t worry.” you responded, sitting down on the couch, still uneasy from the experience. you hated people touching you without your consent, even something that was sort of minor like this. you were already uncomfortable, and this just made it even worse. you didn’t notice ellie had sat down next to you until she wrapped her arm around you and you melted in her embrace. you felt a little embarrassed at how comfortable you felt with a girl you’ve only had small talk with prior, but you were able to push that feeling away because in that moment, you didn’t care. the fact she hadn’t judged you and said “it’s part of the job” or something along those lines, let alone saying you were overreacting was enough to tell you that you could trust her.

“do you, uh, want me to drive you home?” she broke the silence.

“i can’t. i have to finish this shift.” you mumbled. “plus, my roommate has someone over tonight. i can’t go home right now.”

“then, if you want, we can go to my place,” she suggested, quickly adding on “but just so you don’t have to stay in this environment, i’m not trying to be creepy i promise,” because the last thing she wanted was for you to take it the wrong way and be uncomfortable.

“thanks, but, i still have to go back out there and finish my shift.”

she was a little sad. if it was up to her, she’d make you quit and happily support you. she made a lot of money for a college student, between working as a bouncer and dealing weed on the side. she had more than enough to support the both of you, but she’d never talk about anything of the sort out loud.

“i can speak to management for you,” she said, “i’m sure they’ll understand.”

you accepted hesitantly, the voice in the back of your mind telling you you’d just end up fired. but that didn’t matter to you in the moment. you had to get out of there. you couldn’t stand it anymore.

ellie guided you through the back door, making sure you wouldn’t have to face those men again, holding you by the wrist with just enough strength to make sure she wouldn’t let you go easily but not too hard so she wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. she opened her car door for you, waiting a couple seconds for you to get settled in in case you needed her help for whatever reason.

the car ride was short and silent. it wasn’t the awkward kind of silence, more so the kind of silence when there’s nothing to say. it was a comforting silence, a drastic contrast from the loud music in the club that had been blasting in your ears for the past 2 or so hours. you were looking out the window, watching the city lights and buildings as you passed them. ellie would be lying if she said she didn’t steal a few glances at you when you were looking away. she couldn’t help it, you were just so mesmerizingly beautiful she couldn’t help but look at you any chance she could.

when you finally arrived at her place, you were surprised to see she had a house and not an apartment. it wasn’t a big house, but it seemed like it could house about 3 people. you were about to ask about her roommates, but almost as if she read your mind, she said;

“sorry about the mess, i uh, i live alone, so. don’t usually have people over either.”

“it’s fine,” you shook your head, “i’m just grateful you let me come here.”

she noticed you sounded like you were in a better mood. “you feeling a little better now?”

you nodded. “yeah. i guess i just needed to get out of there.” you bit your lip in worry. “but now i don’t know what to do. i’m pretty sure i’ll end up getting fired after leaving like that.”

“after what happened to you? nah. it’s understandable,”

“are you sure? i-i mean, am i not supposed to let them know beforehand-“

“you’ll be fine, don’t worry.” she reassured you. “you’re sort of new, aren’t you?”

“not really. i’ve been working there for a couple months.”

“so you’re new. got it.”

you playfully rolled your eyes. “sure, let’s say that.”

she smiled. “anyway, you wanna do anything? or do you just wanna rest?”

“i guess we could watch a movie or something,” you suggested, “if you want, of course.” you were surprised at how bold you were. it wasn’t anything too bold, sure, but that’s only true for everyone else. for you, something like that, which others might think is minor, is sort of a big deal. not only were you at this girl’s house, but suggesting to watch a movie as well. you were a bit scared that might’ve been too much.

“yeah, sure,” she replied, “you into horror?”

“uhh.. not really..” you admitted.

“it’s fine, we can just watch something else.”

“no, no, it’s fine!” you insisted. it was, in fact, not fine. especially at this time, horror was not your thing. it wasn’t a huge fear of yours or anything, but you were a little embarrassed of the fact you still got scared while watching them, sometimes even got nightmares. but no way you’d admit that to her right there. you felt you were already being too much of a burden on her, so you’d just suck it up to not bother her any further.

a few moments later, you were both on her couch watching some random horror movie she had picked out. you didn’t even know what was going on in the plot, you were way too scared. you’d argue this was one of the scariest movies, scratch that, media in general you’ve ever seen. where did she even find this sort of stuff? ellie was full of surprises indeed.

you didn’t notice you had snuggled up to her, your head laying on her chest, from the fear. once you realized, your face turned red as you pulled away in embarrassment and mumbled some apologies as you moved away. to your surprise, she lightly tightened her grip of her arm she had wrapped around you (which you only now noticed as well), telling you with no need for words that it was fine, and you could stay that way. you didn’t really know how to react to that, but you stayed. something about her was so comforting. you barely knew her, yet you trusted her as if you’d known her all your life. it was a strange feeling. you’d been on multiple dates with the same person many times before yet you still felt more of a connection with your coworker who you had only spoken to a handful of times beforehand. you weren’t even paying attention to the movie anymore. your mind was too busy paying attention to the thoughts racing in your head to process what was going on in the screen about a meter in front of you. you had lots of questions, and the more that popped up in your head, the more your heartbeat sped up.

ellie could feel something was wrong. she lightly lifted up your chin to make you face her, locking eyes with you. she asked if it was because of what happened earlier. you felt like you should look away, but you couldn’t. something about her was just so mesmerizing. you lightly nodded, not wanting to admit all the thoughts in your mind at that moment. you looked into each other's eyes for a couple seconds, before she planted a soft kiss on your lips. it was the type of kiss that happened almost as a reflex, the type that you have almost no control over. you could feel her try to pull away after realizing what she did, but before she fully pulled away you pressed your lips against hers, pulling her in this time in a deeper kiss.

before you knew it, you were straddling her lap as she placed kisses on your neck, occasionally sucking on it softly and leaving light purple marks on your skin. you hadn’t realized how much it was turning you on until you started lightly rocking your hips back and forth, desperate to get any sort of friction. ellie realized what you were doing, and placed her hands on your waist, almost guiding your movement, causing you to let out a few soft moans and whimpers.

“ellie..” you whined.

“i know, baby, i know.”

she carefully lifted you off her lap and laid you down on the couch, hovering over you. she tugged on the hem of your shorts.

“let’s get these off.” she said, as she undid the button and slipped them off you with ease, revealing your soaked cotton panties. “cute,” she thought to herself.

“i’ve barely touched you n’ you’re already so wet,” she teased, rubbing your clit through the thin cloth causing you to moan softly.

after a moment, you started to whine, tired of her teasing.

“desperate, huh?”

you broke eye contact as you looked away in embarrassment. in the back of your mind, you couldn’t believe everything that was going on. you found it a little embarassing, hooking up with a coworker you had barely spoken to prior. but as you had been doing the whole night, you tried to push those thoughts to the back of your mind and focus on the moment.

“don’t feel ashamed, pretty girl.” she said, noticing you felt a little off. something about her caring but almost demanding tone was turning you on even more.

she carefully pulled your panties to the side, sliding two fingers in, thrusting them at a slower but steady pace. this was better, but it still wasn’t enough. you bucked your hips ever so slightly, to tell her you wanted more.

“you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that, baby,” she said. she knew exactly what you meant, but she wanted to hear you say it. you whined in complaint, hoping she wouldn’t make you say it out loud.

“use your words, princess,” she smirked while locking eyes with you.

“please, ellie..” you begged.

“please what?”

“please, more..”

“good girl,” she said under her breath, speeding up her pace and thrusting her fingers inside you twice as fast as she was before, causing you to moan and whimper louder. soon you started feeling a knot forming in your stomach, making you attempt to grip the couch.

“ellie.. fuck..” you moaned.

“i know, pretty. but you don’t get to cum yet.” she smirked, suddenly pulling her fingers out.

you whined at her words and the sudden emptiness inside you, as ellie softly chuckled at your reaction. she found it so cute. she found pretty much everything about you to be cute.

she stood up, and went to grab something from her closet. it was a bright purple strap, and it was quite big. you weren’t sure it would even fit inside you. you watched as she effortlessly took off her pants and put the harness on, walking back to the couch and positioning herself, the tip right in front of your entrance.

“i want you to cum from my cock.”

she started sliding it along your slit, coating it in your slick, causing you to whine a little, before positioning it once again in front of your entrance and slowly sliding the tip inside you easily.

you were still a little scared since you had never done anything like this before. you’ve gotten fingered before, sure, but this was the first time someone used a strap on you. especially one this big.

“ellie..”

“hm?”

“i’ve never, uh,” you stuttered, “done something like this.”

“never gotten fucked with a strap before, huh?” she said, “i could tell. you seem kinda nervous. but relax, princess, i’ll take care of you.”

the nickname only turned you on more. you didn’t get why you loved it so much. it had never crossed your mind, yet you were now sure it was your favorite pet name ever.

with that, she started slowly sliding it in, looking at your facial expressions to make sure she wasn’t hurting you. surprisingly, you were able to take it all. she started thrusting it at a slow pace, gradually speeding up, but not quite fast yet. she definitely wanted to fuck you way harder and faster, but she wanted you to get used to the feeling first.

after a few thrusts you started to get used to the feeling, and it was amazing. she sped up her pace a little more, gripping your thighs, and this time she was able to locate your sweet spot, and boy was she about to abuse it. she hit it with every thrust, making you twitch and moan at every wave of pleasure.

“good fuckin’ girl,” she praised, “already taking my cock so well.”

“ellie.. please..” you begged, between moans, “faster..”

“yeah? you sure you can handle it, tough girl?”

you nodded, and she immediately sped up. she fucked you a little faster than you expected, and it was a little too much, but the overwhelming pleasure was, at the same time, addicting. the sounds of your moans and whimpers, her groans, and your wet cunt filled the room. soon, that familiar knot in your stomach started forming again, except this time it was much more intense, causing you to try and grip the couch once again. she realized what was going on, and started using her thumb to rub circles on your clit. you started tearing up from the overstimulation which was the littlest bit painful but also overwhelmingly pleasurable.

“i wanna hear you say my name, baby,” she demanded, “i know you’re close.”

and almost on cue, you came all over her cock as you moaned her name, just as she demanded, as she fucked you through your orgasm and finally pulling out with a slight pop.

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

it had been about an hour since you finished your.. activity. she insisted on getting a bath started for you, and now there you were on her bed, in one of her t-shirts that was a little big on you, freshly out of the bath. you texted your roommate before getting in the bath to tell her you wouldn’t be coming home tonight, and of course, she didn’t mind that at all.

not only were you on ellie’s bed, but you were cuddling her, trying to sleep. she told you you didn’t have to, and that she just enjoys sleeping with body warmth, but you knew better. maybe it was true, but it sure as hell was not the only reason. but you didn’t mind. you acted stupid and like you bought her story, because truth is, you really wanted to cuddle with her, and you were even thinking of similar excuses if she hadn’t brought it up first.

“you awake?” ellie whispered.

“mhm, sort of.” you replied, in a sleepy voice.

“i just, uh,” she paused for a moment, “i just wanted to know. when will i see you again?”

“on our next shift together.” you joked.

“no, dummy, i mean like this.”

you thought about it for a moment.

“i guess we’ll see,” you responded softly, “i’m pretty sleepy. i think we should talk about this later.”

she seemed satisfied with your response, but she still had the fear you were only saying that to be polite, and you didn’t want anything more or didn’t want this to repeat. of course, she’d respect you if that was the case, although she’d be a little disappointed. but she felt there was something more there, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. you weren’t like any of the other girls she’s hooked up with before. she wasn’t exactly sure what set you apart from them, but she knew there had to be something.

maybe it was just feelings.

but even if it didn’t seem like that was the case because of your shy personality, you wanted something more. just like her.

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

Hi! I'm literally obsessed with Zukka and every time I see your art, I die and resurrect about seven times, cause it's SO GOOD!! 😭

I wanted to ask, what are your most 'unconventional' or odd Zukka headcanons? If you have any 😅

If not, maybe just your favorite ones? Or some original ones? 👀

shuhudhideaiun you’re so sweet thank you and of COURSE I do but like. I also would like to list my favourites and originals bc some of them are so so adorable n fun.

Unconventional

-sokka fidgets. like a lot. but the way he does is by biting his nails so zuko bought him beads and necklaces and just jewellery in general so he could play with that instead of destroying his fingers.

-zuko has like no spacial awareness at all (he’s literally blind in one eye) so sokka always has a hand on his back or arm to make sure he doesn’t crash into anything 😭

-zuko has trouble staying on top of his work and is constantly complaining about needing a clearer schedule so sokka just, invents highlighters and comes to zuko one day like: here you go babe now you can colour code your schedule 😊 and zuko’s like: what the fuck

Favourite

-one by my wonderful friend @motheryves: sokka can sing but pretends to sing badly in front of his friends to annoy them

-another one by my friend @kiki-strike: a long post which you can find if you scroll through my ask tag about zuko’s relationship with his scar and how sokka finds a way to be tender and gentle with him (like, touching it) without freaking him out. (seriously this is such a tender sweet head canon and I still think about it to this day.

-not sure where it came from but the hc that sokka and zuko can’t take showers together because one setting is in the pits of hades and the other is the literal icy tundras.

Original, but less odd

-sokka is a sleep wrestler and at first zuko thinks it’s because he’s just. like that. but after sokka starts talking in his sleep about ‘I need to save them.’ ‘I’m strong enough.’ then zuko’s like: oh. oh his failure complex is on even in his sleep. so next time it happens he wordlessly just pulls sokka close and strokes his hair until he’s still. (it takes Sokka a few weeks to figure out why he’s suddenly sleeping so well.)

-the first time sokka says I love you is when they’re lounging in zuko’s chambers and it’s late there’s dim candlelight and zuko is laughing at something stupid sokka said. so sokka tries to say I love you but gets whacked in the face with a bottle (zuko flails) so when he gets to the sick bay and zuko is tending to his bruise saying shit like ‘I’m so dumb I’m so sorry’ sokka just, blurts it out. (a true display of zuko being authentic zuko, not hiding behind a cold unfeeling mask, but always looking out for others and caring for them. that’s the zuko who sokka loves, so he told him then.)

-the first time zuko says I love you is when sokka is painting, and he comes over to bring him tea and sokka gets startled and just, spills his tea all over himself and his painting and he stands up too quickly to get a towel so he slips on the spilled tea on the floor and now he’s ass first on the ground just laughing, wide and unapologetic and that’s when zuko says it. (a true display of sokka being authentic sokka, not trying to prove his worth or be more of a man or be anything other than himself. that’s the sokka that zuko loves, so he told him then.)

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translation notes:

about “suki” vs. “tsuki” (3:32)

This is explained in a brief translation note in the subtitles, and there isn’t a ton left to say about it that wasn’t stated there. But due to the amount of dialogue happening in this scene, we had to keep the note as short as possible and we weren’t able to keep it onscreen for very long, so it still bears mentioning here. 

In Japanese, the words “suki” and “tsuki” sound quite similar. “Suki,” as a lot of BL viewers know, means “like” or “liking,” whereas “tsuki” means “moon.” Hatano is saying “suki desu” to Mob, which in this context means he’s basically declaring his love for him. Mob is using the resemblance between “suki” and “tsuki” to pretend that he thinks Hatano said something to him about the moon. Then he uses the English word “moon” a couple of times, seemingly to ensure that Hatano won’t be able to turn around and take his “tsuki” as “suki.” 

As Mob says, usually a maneuver like this would make the person declaring their feelings get so self-conscious that they’d back off. But Hatano’s not a typical suitor, as Mob soon learns.–Towel

about “perfect match” (15:31)

I mentioned in our translation note about episode 1 that the red and blue beams that shoot out of Mob’s eyes seemed like a reference to his character from Kamen Rider Build. This time, I kind of made my own Easter egg about that show.

I mentioned before that Inukai Atsuhiro played the main Rider–and title character–on Kamen Rider Build. Kamen Riders always have some kind of transformation item, sometimes with interchangeable components. They're typically some kind of object attached to a belt, sort of like a massive buckle, that you can put smaller items into. The components that Build (a.k.a. Kiryu Sento) used at first (and to an extent, later in the series) involved “bottles” that were each named after some kind of object or animal. He would use two at a time, and the resulting juxtaposition (e.g. RabbitTank) would be reflected in his suit form somehow. But not every combination of bottles worked together, and some resulted in more effective suit forms than others. When Sento found a really good combination, his transformation device would designate it a “best match.” A “best match” resulted in more strength and more effective abilities to fight villains. 

Sento showing Banjou how best matches work

The phrase “best match” didn’t exactly fit here. But when I was polishing up this line and the word “match” came to mind, I felt like I had to at least try to word it in a way that would allow me to say something reminiscent of it--hence "perfect match." I hope some Build fans will recognize the sorta-reference!–Towel

Banjou annoying Sento by guessing a best match combination on his first try

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[inumkii]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ how you got together - inumaki x reader

bullet pointed scenario

genre: fluff, f2l

wc: 1.2 ish

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ an: hii this is my first jjk fic!! this might be the only thing i ever post LOLL currently ignoring my massive hiatus on my kpop blog T_T anywayss i wrote this super quickly its prob not the best ;p

i feel like toge would be the type of person to have you make a lot of the first moves

like when you guys were just stupidly pining friends, he made it pretty obvious that he liked you but wanted you to actually confess verbally 

it was mostly because he didn't want such a big milestone of starting your relationship to be texted or written by him but maybe like 20% of it was because he likes to be annoying

he's a little shit so if your the type of person to wait on the other person to make a move, good luck! because he’s making you do it

like there was a point were he was certain about both of ur feelings being mutual so he’d just play it up by being really touchy, making it obvious that he wanted to be right next to you, always clinging to you, etc.. you know,, making it obvious that he really does like you

but poor you because you were spending your time overthinking eveything. maybe he was just really touchyyy!! maybe he's extra comfortable around you!!! (i wonder why.)

it was actually driving your friends insane tho

maki’s last straw was during a training session out on the field, her and panda were sparring as you and inumaki watched on the steps

inumaki, as usual, was glued to your side, hands toying with the fabric of your long sleeve uniform

as maki landed her last hit on panda, you got up with their water bottles and ran them over to your two friends 

toge followed closely behind, still attached to your sleeve

you were balancing both of the bottles in one arm since the other was being occupied as toges leash of some sort, but you approached the other two like nothing was out of place

this sight wasn't anything new to panda or maki so they kept their scoffs and eye rolls internal. it was mostly just driving them crazy that neither one of you had made a move. it was obvious you both liked each other so why aren’t you guys doing anything about it??

“nice one, maki!” you cheered as the two grabbed their respective waters, toge let out an ingredient of affirmation as well

“ah, that was nothing” she proudly boasted, part of it directed as being a playful jab toward panda. she glanced down at inumakis hand attached to the end of your sleeve as he seemingly refused to be more than a few inches apart from you

“anyways,, im planning on grabbing lunch after this, yn, you coming with?” maki turned towards you

“sure!! i didnt have any plans,” you mused and you and maki set off and away from the field, toge still trailing behind as if following you was the obvious route to go

“just me and yn today, inumaki. sorry man,, go do something with panda” maki had no problem brushing off your friend, she was trying to get you alone which was something that seemed more rare as days go by (cough cough toge let maki have some time with her friend)

he laughed and backed away in compliance before giving your shoulder a quick squeeze as the four of you split off

once he was out of earshot, maki finally groaned

“you need to make a move already, its so frustrating watching you two cling to each other without doing anything about it” she complained as you felt your face heat up

you were well aware of toge’s touchiness and couldn't ignore his potential intentions behind it,, but yet there was this looming fear of actually enacting a confession that stopped you from going further 

“do you think he really likes me?” you asked pathetically. anyone’s answer would’ve been a loud yes,, but you still felt like you had to ask maki for some semblance of confidence 

she stared at you, an incredulous look breaching her face

“i cant believe you're asking me that question” she scoffed out a laugh, “but since you need to hear it. yes, toge inumaki is one hundred percent in love with you”

she left it at that, causing a permanent fluster to torment you for the rest of lunch

your lunch with maki had left you a little more confident about where you stood with toge, however. she had begged you to do something about it soon, claiming she couldn’t bear to witness any more pining

you had to do something about it soon or else you’d continue to sleep on her advice, overthink it, and never do anything about your problem,,,, it was now or never

you shot a text over to toge and waited on a nearby bench on school grounds

a few minutes passed with you spending them painstakingly fumbling with your phone case, picking off the stickers that were already on their last leg

there were so many times within those short seven minutes where you debated sending a ‘never mind! something came up’ to him

he finally showed up fairly quickly, joining the spot next to you on the bench

immediately discerning your nervous state, he placed a hand over yours

his action didn't do much for your nerves but it gave a little more hope that your confession would have a good outcome

(you were painfully unaware that no matter what you did, you had a 100% success rate)

he voiced his concern, squeezing your hand as you turned to face him

it felt like your heart was about to explode out of your chest but you had to rip the bandaid off

meeting his concern gaze, you finally said it

“i like you”

okay

maybe not the smoothest confession,, but given your anxiety over the situation, it was a miracle it was even said

all toge did in response was reach up to cup your cheek and smile 

his single expression gave you the answer you so desperately needed

pouring all his love and admiration into one expression, you hadn’t realized this was always how he had been looking at you

wordless communication though gazes and lingering touches had always been the way he was allowed to express himself

you had been overlooking it for too long, too caught up in your own mind to see the way he gazed at you like you were the only thing he ever needed to focus on, worthy of his attention at any moment you needed it

your heart melted on sight as you leaned into to press a kiss on his lips 

it was sweet, brief but not hasty. toge had always been good at placing his emotions into his actions and he made sure you felt everything he was feeling

the two of you parted before you leaned back in to place two more kisses, one on each side of his mouth where his seals were placed

he leaned in to your touch, pulling you in for a hug. as he buried his face in your neck, he breathed out a sigh that wordlessly expressed ‘you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this’ and you laughed into his hair

it might've been way overdue, but he’s here now in your arms, this time without the weight of wondering if your feelings were truly requited

oh an maki just got a text from panda of a blurry, zoomed in image of the two of you on the bench together from the distance

“fucking finally” -maki

[iamfitzwilliamdarcy]

ok this one IS an explicitly anti-maiko post, I'm not sorry. The Beach is a great episode except that a lot of it doesn't actually land for me in terms of relationship dynamics, and the extremely obvious one is maiko.

This episode does a lot of work for trying to establish the Fire Nation kids group dynamics and their motivations and insecurities. It's really good, especially for Azula. It also is where Zuko first starts confronting returning to the Fire Nation was not going how he expected and his growing internal conflict. But background to this is also further establishing the Zuko/Mai relationship, and lemme just say-- I do not think the writers do a good job.

This got long esp because of transcript quotes, so I put it under a read more, but here we go

Throughout the episode, Zuko and Mai snipe at each other, culminating in a blowup argument and a breakup. And then they literally just kiss and make up at the end of the episode, without doing anything to fix the things that led to the break up in the first place.

So let's start with the argument, work backwards from there, and back to their resolution. This is the argument:

Mai [Angrily.] Zuko, what is wrong with you? Zuko What's wrong with me? Mai [Scolding.] Your temper is out of control. You blow up over every little thing. You're so impatient and hotheaded and angry! Zuko [Snapping back.] Well, at least I feel something, as opposed to you. [Frontal view from behind Mai.] You have no passion for anything! You're just a big blah! Mai [Turns away from Zuko.] It's over, Zuko. We're done.

Immediately preceding this, Zuko shoves the Fire Nation kid talking to Mai at the party. Zuko's been jealous of him all episode and it's frankly not entirely unfounded. Chan invites Ty Lee to his party, Ruon-Jian notices Mai and invites her too-- Zuko is ignored until Azula insists on getting them both invites as well. Zuko's jealousy is out of line, and getting suspicious Mai likes Ruon-Jian is too, I can see why Mai would be annoyed by that. I can also see why it would trigger Zuko getting so upset when he sees Ruon-Jian talking to her at the party.

I... have trouble believing Mai would actually be so mad/upset that Zuko shoved another guy. It's a little controlling, but it is exciting and she had just been saying she as bored. It would make more sense to me if Zuko had taken this out on her -- she can't talk to people, etc-- as a reason for being upset-- because that would go better with her personal family trauma revealed later in the episode about being controlled and stifled.

I also think it's interesting Mai says Zuko's temper is out of control because other then going after Ruon-Jian, he's not really angry in this episode? He's annoyed about being handled by his father, he's dismissive of Mai's negativity at the party, he is suspicious and jealous but he doesn't do anything outright and hot tempered until then. What is Mai basing this on?

(after this Zuko IS very mean to Ty Lee at the fireside but we have no in show evidence he was before)

We certainly address Zuko's anger later at the fireside-- he's in conflict with himself, he is angry at himself. They sort of address Mai not feeling things and being a big blah in the fireside scene -- I'm gonna put the long block quote here lol:

Zuko [Camera pans right. Getting up.] Yeah, you do not believe in anything. Mai [Close-up; sarcastically.] Oh, well, I'm sorry I can't be as high-strung and crazy as the rest of you. Zuko [Aerial view of campsite. Walking up to the campfire.] I'm sorry, too. I wish you would be high-strung and crazy for once instead of keeping all your feeling bottled up inside. [Frontal view.] She just called your aura dingy. Are you gonna take that? Mai [Aerial view of campsite. Leaning back.] What do you want from me? You want a teary confession about how hard my childhood was? Well, it wasn't. [Close-up.] I was a rich only child who got anything I wanted ... as long as I behaved [Cut to shot of the sky.] and sat still, and didn't speak unless spoken to. [Close-up of Zuko.] My mother said I had to keep out of trouble. We had my dad's political career to think about. Azula [Side-view of campsite.] Well, that's it, then. [Close-up.] You have a controlling mother who had certain expectations, and if you strayed from them, you were shut down. That's why you're afraid to care about anything, and why you can't express yourself. Mai [Frontal view.] You want me to express myself? [Stands up and yells.] Leave me alone! Zuko [Side-view of campsite. Frontal view of Zuko.] I like it when you express yourself. [Approaching, attempting to put a hand on her shoulder.] Mai [Frontal view.] Don't touch me! I'm still mad at you. [She sits.] Zuko [Side-view of Mai.] My life hasn't been that easy either, Mai. Mai: Whatever. That doesn't excuse the way you've been acting.

Anyway, again, "the way Zuko's been acting" isn't really obvious to me-- he's a little snide after their fight and that's mean. And even here, Zuko is (I think fairly earnestly) trying to give her an outlet and she's not moved by it. It's not until he confesses he's angry at himself that she seems to forgive him, and it's unclear exactly what has moved her about this --

Zuko [Close-up.] Because I'm confused. Because I'm not sure I know the difference between right and wrong anymore. Azula You're pathetic. Mai [View from behind Zuko.] I know one thing I care about. [Walks up to Zuko. Frontal view.] I care about you. [They kiss.]

Press X to doubt because the whole episode has not shown once that Mai cares about Zuko. In fact, it's shown her rebuffing all his attempts to connect with her and the arguing with him. The episode hasn't shown me one piece of evidence that Mai even likes Zuko. There's nothing that's changed between the start of the episode and now, except that Zuko's addressed why he's angry and who he's angry with-- but it doesn't explain why that would make Mai not mad at him anymore. They haven't addressed any of their earlier grievances, but once again the writers use a kiss to show us everything's all made up and fine now, I guess. A kiss isn't a resolution, but I mentioned in another post, Book 3 does this a lot!

Also it's weird to me to just ignore Zuko expressing his conflict-- Mai has no opinion about that? This becomes a point of conflict a bit later in The Boiling Rock episodes, where Mai tells Zuko he is betraying his country, but again it's never really satisfactorily addressed. Azula at least calls him pathetic -- which isn't nice but isn't ignoring it either.

I would even go as far to say Ty Lee is shown to care more about Zuko when she calls him out for burning the family portrait and it's Ty Lee who says "I know you." That line just really hits me as very meaningful, but they opted not to give it to Zuko's girlfriend, not even to his sister, but to Ty Lee.

SO that is all to say-- if this is supposed to be a Maiko episode, it doesn't land. All it does is lay seeds for their dysfunction and conflict, then refuses to resolve it.

[uhmbrella98]

Daddy is a cheater

Going into this, note this is a fanfic I'm writing for @makeucrawl.

Oc intro!

Vivian Amberson (Small design change but backstory and stuff linked) The fic is in her POV!

LETS GET INTO THE FIC

Daddy is a cheater (Leland Coyle x Dr. Easterman)

Franco was throwing another fit, I tried to make his bottle, I tried snuggling him, I tried reading him a story, but he's been all fussy. Not of it had worked it drove me nuts.

Mommy Gooseberry was out for the day, doing whatever momma's do. I guess she was grocery shopping. But daddy was off of work, he should be in the facility somewhere.

I started to look around, but hearing Franco cry in his room broke my heart. Poor baby probably just needed his mommy and daddy.

"I'm trying buddy, stay strong." I mumbled to myself under my breath as I continued to walk around the facility, trying to see where our father- Leland Coyle- was.

He claimed he was never our father, but it just works out perfectly. He seems to really like mommy, and mommy really likes him. Even Papa Futterman noticed how much she seemed to like him.

"Daddy?" I asked as I looked around, trying to be quiet in case he was busy, but there I saw him, with Dr. Easterman.

I hid behind the corner of the slightly cracked open office door and peered in, noticing what all he was doing.

My heart stopped. Was daddy cheating on mommy? He had the doctor's mouth on his and he was getting called "good boy"?! I was appalled.

"My little k9, oh how you know what gets me going." Dr. Easterman whispered to daddy as my father was straddled on his lap. Daddy just grumbled in response as they continued to kiss.

Daddy and Doctor were kissing?! No way!

I was heartbroken, appalled, hurt. My perfect family was getting destroyed! I didn't know if I should tell mommy or just keep everything a secret.

That was a big secret for met to keep. I definitely couldn't tell baby, he was already fussy, but if he finds out about daddy's infidelity, he'll be crushed.

Think Vivi, think. What should I do?

"Daddy?" I croaked weakly. Daddy shot a nasty glare at me as he noticed me. He got off Mr. Doctor's lap and stormed up to me.

"Hell do you want missy?" He hissed in a dangerously low tone. He seemed so annoyed and pissed off at me for interrupting him.

I nervously gulped before speaking up. "Frankie is fussy again, he wants mommy but mommy is doing mommy stuff and I don't know what else to do." I explained hesitantly.

Daddy rolled his eyes before starting to scold me. "Franco's a grown ass man, he can take care of himself for fucks sake! Can't you see I'm a lil busy?" He shouted at me before I started to tear up.

"Daddy y-you-" *I was interrupted by my father.

"Vivian you're a grown ass woman too, don't go callin' me 'daddy' like I'm responsible for you or some shit!" He continued to shout in anger.

I hung my head low in hurt and sadness. I mumbled out a weak apology before just turning around and went off to find Franco again.

I wiped my tears, having to deal with that terrible fact.

The fact that daddy is a cheater.

The End

Author notes:

Sorry if this is short, I haven't made many finished fanfics before and I don't write too often, but I felt like writing some good ol' angst.

This is based on the fics that @makeucrawl makes and I wrote this with their permission, so thank you for that.

Everyone reading this, have a nice day/night/whatever, drink some water, have a small snack, thank you for supporting me

Y'all are all amazing <3

[the-s1lly-corner]

HII HELLLOO HIE

so I’ve already sent a recommendation before but idk if it came in beecause my wifi was rly bad that day so yk jus.. resending. Hopefully this time with no complications

May you pretty please make a Jax x (cat)reader with a (dog)puppet?

I took a lot of inspo from catdog on Nickelodeon, the only major difference is that the dog puppets small and connected to the readers hand so as chaotic and wild the puppet might be the readers got most of the control and the puppets shenanigans don’t effect their day to day lives…untill the puppet starts talking and embarrasses the life outta them purely on accident lmao

The readers more introverted and shy and the puppets more extroverted and talkative. So the reader sometimes has to depend on their puppet to do the talking when their social battery runs out or when they’re talking to someone new

I feel like Jax would would be closer to the puppet but would still be intrigued by the reader. Maybe because of a slip-up their puppet made about them or purely because of their..entire concept as a person?? Idk

Hed definitely attempt a few pranks on the reader (like he does to gangle) before the puppet starts yelling at him for it

Anyways uh TY FOR READING HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!

Jax x Cat!reader w/ dog hand puppet!

So sorry for taking so long to get to this, I guess it just got buried in and I missed it :(! I'm so sorry anon <|3

This reminds me a lot of that funtime freddy reader I made a while back, still like how that one turned out tbh

Honestly he probably says stuff that goes over the puppets head... on purpose... assuming the dog sticks true to stereotypical lighthearted happy go lucky dog character tropes

Or maybe it isnt a trope and I just ran into a lot of dumb dog characters in my life (shrugs)

Honestly I think jax would make light/poke fun at your guys' current situation with the whole, having to share the same body deal

Like damn it's not even like a fusion or rutile twins from steven universe scenario, dog is literally just a hand

Though that's assuming the dog was their own person before the digital world

"Pipe down little man" is thrown out whenever you and jax are trying to have a private discussion or do something cute n romantic

That

Actually makes me wonder.. like of course assuming this is romantic, or maybe the reader is with someone else, how exactly would something like that work?

I mean obv no steamy time is happening since the clothes are physically part of your bodies

So like. Does the dog puppet just. Stick out awkwardly to the side when you guys cuddle??? Do they eagerly latch on to one of yall?

Are you guys poly, or is it just you and jax?

Loads of questions

Honestly Jax has probably become annoyed by the dog at least once and probably put a paper bag over them/j

They fell asleep, like a bird/j

Mentioned this in the Cheshire cat reader x jax post but he would love messing and playing with your tail, get that man a fidget toy

Probably also pokes and probs your ears

Maybe even pets you if you allow it and he feels inclined to

Probably blurts out that you look dumb when he accidentally folds your ears back after petting

Playfully brandishes a spray bottle shen you guys are having a disagreement... may or may not make the tension worse

[ladamedusoif]

Secrets (Marcus Pike x GN!Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 24

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Pedro Boy Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist.

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Pairing: Marcus Pike x GN!Reader 

Word count: 1743

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Angst; fluff; references to parental illness; no use of Y/N; no physical descriptions of reader; no gendered pronouns; minor swearing

A/N: This can be read as a standalone, but I wrote it thinking of Marcus and Reader from ‘Hot Chocolate’ and ‘Christmas Market’ in this series.

“How’s Marcus?” Your mother’s voice is bright and breezy on the call.

You pause a little too long for her liking. 

“Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine, mom, it’s just…he’s not himself, lately. I thought we were all set for the holidays - you know how we booked a little cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains - but every time I try to talk about packing or planning, he gets tetchy and weird.”

“Maybe it’s work stress? He does have a lot on. Poor Marcus.”

“So do I, mom, and I’m not taking it out on him. Every time I ask him outright he just says everything’s fine but it isn’t. It’s like he’s hiding something from me.”

Your mother tut-tuts. “That’s not Marcus. He would never keep secrets from you.”

“I wish I could be as confident as you are.”

***

With Christmas falling on a Monday, you and Marcus had planned to take off on the Saturday morning, making the most of the extra days off before the holiday. By Friday night, he’s got the bags ready to load into the car and your refrigerator is groaning with food for the vacation, all ready to be stacked in cool bags for the journey.

Things hadn’t improved much in the time since you’d voiced your fears to your mother. Marcus remained unusually tetchy and irritable, a far cry from his usual sunny self. He insisted he was looking forward to the time away with you, but there was just something off. Something hidden underneath the surface, and for the first time in your relationship he had put up enough defences so that you couldn’t reveal the truth. 

Maybe he’s unhappy, you think to yourself. Maybe the vacation is make or break.

Your stomach churns as you imagine five days away with Marcus while he tries to decide if you need to end the relationship or not. 

Your phone rings as you’re sorting out a couple of bottles of wine for the trip. Mom. You brush it off, muttering to yourself that you’ll call her later, once the packing is done. 

It’s barely two minutes later that Marcus comes into the kitchen, talking on his phone while trying to catch your attention. 

“I’ll put you on now…sure. Sure. Well, I’m sure he’ll be okay, I’m so sorry - okay, keep us posted.”

He hands you the phone, mouthing “Your mom”.

“Mom?”

“Oh, darling, I’m sorry… you’re probably up to your neck with packing and sorting for the trip.”

“Just tell me, mom. You wouldn’t call Marcus if it wasn’t urgent.”

“Darling…it’s your dad. He’s had a fall, he’s in hospital, and -”

Your heart drops. “Mom, is he okay?”

She pauses a second too long. “Fine, fine… just hasn’t regained consciousness yet but it’s fine! I just felt you would be angry if I waited until after your trip to tell you. But it’s fine!”

“Mom, you’ve said ‘it’s fine’ so many times I’m pretty sure it isn’t fine.”

“Sweetheart, please just go on your trip and we’ll keep you posted. Okay?”

You become aware of Marcus peeking around the corner, trying to assess your mood from the tone of your voice and your body language. 

“Did the doctors say when they think he’ll regain consciousness?”

Another pause.

“They’re not sure, sweetie.”

You look up at Marcus, your eyes looking into his as you tell your mom you’ll be home tomorrow.

***

He swears it’s fine, but you know Marcus is annoyed. Or hurt. Or maybe a mix of both. 

Shit, maybe this really was a make or break vacation.

He had offered to come with you, but you dissuaded him, not wanting him to have to be thrown head-first into the madness that was your family - crisis or no crisis. 

“I’ll just stay here, I guess.” He casts an eye over the bags in the hallway. 

“Babe, no.” You wrap your arms around his waist. “We paid for the cabin and it’s too late to cancel now. It would be a pity not to use it at all. You’ve got that stack of reading you want to do. And, like, when dad wakes up I can come down and join you. What do you think?”

He doesn’t quite meet your gaze. “I guess.”

“I love you, Marcus. I’m so sorry.”

He sucks on the inside of his cheek and kisses you - not on the mouth, but on the cheek. “I love you, too.”

***

When you arrive home in Ohio you hop straight in a cab to the hospital, where your mother and siblings have spent the night keeping vigil. You try not to panic when you see your dad, hooked up to a morass of tubes and wires. 

“The doctors say it looks worse than it is,” your older sister explained. She holds out a bag of peppermint candies. “Candy?”

It’s several hours before you realise you haven’t let Marcus know you got there safely, like you promised. Too busy trying to get a clear answer from your mom about what, exactly, the doctors have said, and distracted by trying to track down a doctor to discuss a prognosis. 

Hey babe - I’m sorry, I have been talking to my mom and the doctors here. Dad okay, still no sign of improvement but stable. Love you - call you tomorrow.

You spend that night at the hospital, insisting that your mom go home and rest. You watch the dark sky brighten, slowly but surely, as Christmas Eve dawns. 

“It’s Christmas Eve, dad,” you murmur, unsure if he can hear you or not. “You’re not in the drunk tank, though,” you joke, referring to his favourite Christmas song, ‘Fairytale of New York’. “Just in hospital. I’ll let you know if the NYPD choir turns up.”

You get up and stretch your legs, wandering into the hallway in search of caffeine and sugar. The hospital cafe is quiet and you grab a cup of black coffee and a donut before returning to your dad’s floor. 

Panic sets in when you see nurses moving in and out of his room. One of them turns, spots you, and grins. 

“He’s waking up! Can you call your mom?”

By lunchtime, he’s fully awake and talking, grumbling about not being allowed home for Christmas. You duck out later in the afternoon to call Marcus and update him.

It goes straight to voicemail.

***

The hot shower feels like heaven as you rinse away the strain of the last couple of days. Well, some of it, anyway. Marcus still hasn’t answered your calls.

Thankfully, you’ve found a distraction, volunteering to prep some food at your parents’ house that can be easily taken to the hospital for Christmas Day. You slip on a pair of soft old sweatpants and a college hoodie and pad around the kitchen, filling some Tupperware containers with individual servings of cold cuts and salads while listening to the cheesy Christmas show on the local radio station.

You crawl into bed late that night, casting one final glance at your phone. 

Still nothing.

***

You stir awake at about two in the morning, roused by a thumping noise coming from somewhere in the house. As your brain adjusts, you realise it’s someone knocking on the door. 

You grab your brother’s old baseball bat as you descend the stairs. Can’t hurt to be prepared, after all. And you’re pretty sure this isn’t Santa Claus calling.

You open the door slowly, reluctantly. 

A pair of coffee-brown eyes. A soft, uncertain smile. Cheeks flushed with cold. 

“Marcus?”

He rubs his hands together and stamps his feet. “Can I come in? Got really cold in the car on the way up here.”

You fling your arms around him as he steps inside, forgetting the strangeness of the last few weeks. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He holds his soft, dark green knitted cap in his hands and looks nervous. Really nervous.

“I… I had to see you.”

Oh, shit. Wait - is he going to break up with you on Christmas morning? While your dad’s in hospital?!

“Ooookay.”

“Baby, I -” He falters. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this.”

He is definitely about to break up with you. And good riddance, because he’s clearly heartless.

“Just get it over and done with, Marcus.”

He takes a deep breath and exhales, long and slow.

“I wanted to have the space to do this at the cabin, y’know?”

“Marcus. Just say it.”

“Baby, I’m so grateful for you - you’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met, so kind, so loving, and -”

You’ve had it. “Marcus - just say you don’t want to be with me. You’ve been weird for weeks. You’re here on Christmas fucking Day, having driven a seven-hour journey to get here. You obviously can’t be with me a minute longer, so you might as well just -”

He has dropped to one knee.

Wait. What?

“I wanted to ask you to marry me.”

Your jaw drops. For once, you’re stunned into silence.

“Baby?”

“I…Marcus. I just���is this…fuck.”

He reaches into his coat pocket and presents you with a little box. “Um, do you mind if I stand up again? My knees aren’t what they used to be.”

You chuckle and help him to his feet, before opening the box to find a perfect, simple engagement ring. 

“I can’t believe it, Marcus.”

He shrugs. “You seemed sure we were about to break up. I’m sorry I’ve been so stressed the last few weeks, my love. I was just readying everything for a perfect proposal, in the mountains, and I was so worried you’d say no, and then the ring was delayed, and then - well. And then your dad got sick. But he’s awake? I’m sorry, I only just saw your messages. My phone was in the trunk.”

You lift your gaze from the ring. “He’s awake. And I’m sorry, too - I didn’t know what you were keeping from me, and I didn’t even think of this.”

Marcus raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t think I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you?”

You chuckle. “Mmmm. Maybe I thought a man as perfect as you couldn’t possibly want someone like me.”

He pulls you tight to him and kisses you. “Baby, you forgot something.”

You look confused. “I did?”

“You didn’t give me an answer yet.”

Tears shining in your eyes, you slip the ring on your finger. “A million times yes, Marcus Pike. Provided there are no more secrets.”

[celabi]

hi i miss u sm i come here everyday

okay but like when you said scummy heizou.. i got all excited CAUSE IM CURRENTLY HYPERFIXATED ON HIM RN YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HES SO PRETTY

anyway, i think rather than being a loser i think he would be someone respected by others, since yk detective stuff, but some people find him creepy BECAUSE he knows a lot. despite being popular af and maybe in student council i think he would actually try to hide his scumminess?? for self image but deep. deep down inside he loves you almost as much as scummy scara would (not AS much no one can replace our lil princess). like he knows so much about you, maybe even everything. hes sneaky too so that gives an advantage. i think he would be able to do those yandere sim rival eliminations too (matchmake, maybe even manipulate someone too) and instead of being like the og babygirl we all want to see oiled up during the "arguing to let a teacher sit with you" i believe that he HAS such a good reputation to the point he can choose the seating charts. and ohoho what do you know? your friends are on the other side of the room to "prevent you from getting distracted" but hey, at least that gacha life fallen angel sits next to you, maybe its a little embarrassing cause YOU? sit next to HIM? dont be silly. fuck it happened. and maybe if you're failing he WILL do everything to be your tutor, just to sneak a few (a lot) of pictures of you on his phone, spend time together and see what you like! <3 (not that it matters. he already knows, hes a detective he knows all your dirty secrets)

MAYBEE out of character cause its early in the morning and my head is NOT RIGHT feel free to change ANYTHING you want cause im not satisfied. anyway sorry this was long and i had to bother you with this 😭

- WITH SPECIAL LOVE TO MY FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGGER (and cuddling under the stars partner), 🎐 anon

YES BC I WROTE THAT HES IN THE STUDENT COUNCIL WHAT 😳😳😳 liek like liek he abuses his power of a high rank and gets to do stuff like other students can’t, like pull you out off class when he feels like it, or study with you in a private area instead of the crowded library.

But just cause he’s respected, doesn’t mean he’s not scummy. Heizou is always resting his hand on the lower of your back and trailing it down until either it finally lands on your behind, or you pull away before he he has the chance to grope you. He’s so kind and gives you cold bottles of water, but spits it in, so every time you take a sip, your basically kissing tbh. He’s putting what he thinks are love letters in your locker, but they’re actually kind of disturbing from the way he tells you things that he probably shouldn’t know, like “I love how kind you are to your dog, it’s just so adorable.” Or “I see the way people are your job are quite rude to you, maybe you should quit.” It’s just kinda creepy, but he thinks he’s doing a good job.

He’s not shy like scummy scara, instead he’s more proud, and popular. People don’t shove his shoulders when he walks past, but high five, and greet him. He teases you to get a reaction, and I guarantee that whatever reaction you do give him, it’s gonna give him a boner. You look flustered after he complimented your body? Oh you just look so cute that he couldn’t help it. You look annoyed? He likes the way your eyes narrow at him, and couldn’t help it. You look mad, and walk away? Holy fuck that was so hot, and if you yelled at him, he probably would have cum a little tbh.

I really don’t know when I’ll post the proper thing I wrote, but hopefully soon. It’s gonna be long though, like 3k words and I’ve only finished heizou and slightly started xiao and Gorous 🫡

[krikeymate]

So I've had this idea for a while and wanted to share it with you, but I'm kind of a noob when it comes to tumblr lol. Feel free to ignore this if it's bad or if I sent this to the wrong place 😅

I've had this headcanon since I've started obsessing over the Scream franchise that the Carpenter household was a Spanish-speaking one. I mean, Melissa speaks Spanish and Jenna's Mexican/Puerto Rican I think, so this could be canon if they decided to expand more on Christina and Dad Carpenter (now DC if I ever return to your asks lol I'm kind of embarrassed).

Growing up, the Carpenter sisters were taught Spanish by both DC and their mom. They didn't want them to grow up not knowing Spanish, what they both speak, so they strictly spoken Spanish while Sam and Tara would learn English at school.

While Sam succeeded quickly in learning English, Tara was stumped because "why the frick does the letter J make that sound in English? What the heck are elongated vowels? Why does Sam laugh whenever I pronounce certain things?"

All in all, Tara had a rough time.

Sam tried to help wherever she could, but they would end up play fighting and forgetting about Tara's homework.

When DC left, Tara was left all alone to work on her English. Sam stayed out later and later, and Tara thinks she's avoiding her. Christina barely gives her the time of day anymore, only going off in her mother tongue when Tara finally annoys her too much.

All alone in this journey, Tara suffers through her learning. It didn't help that she became the butt of the joke for a long time in school for muttering to herself before shouting out the answers in class.

She just feels left out. Even more when Sam ups and leaves, and Christina finally falls into a bottle.

Post 5 & 6 headcanons to tag onto this one lol:

Tara used to call Sam her guerrera fuerte (strong warrior), but now she sticks with either Sam or Sammy. Sam still has a lot of nicknames for Tara in Spanish, but the ones she regularly uses are chiquita (little one), corazón (heart), and cielo (sky, or it means they're your "whole world")

When she's exhausted, Sam will slip and speak in Spanish

Tara, being the pent-up and angry bean she is, yells in Spanish whenever she's frustrated. She doesn't notice sometimes after she's forgotten what she's angry about, but Sam is always willing to communicate with her excited sister

(Some of Sam's eagerness to talk to Tara is to prove they're the better sibling pair. Mindy and Chad have an advantage to the bet by being twins, but they're no match for Sam and Tara. Tara has no idea this bet is going on. Kirby is the referee.)

Sometimes Tara crawls into Sam's bed and tucks herself into her side. Sam, even if she was dead asleep, will always turn and wrap her sister in a tight hug. She sings Tara to sleep using a Spanish lullaby DC used to sing whenever Tara had a nightmare or became fussy

Sam and Tara talk smack about Gale to her face in Spanish. Gale learns Spanish to spite them

(They refused to admit they panicked when Gale all of a sudden knew Spanish and ran away laughing. Gale wants to adopt those two kids.)

Tara is a HEAVY Spanglish user because she's lazy, and she still never really bothered to properly learn English. That's why whenever she's talking to someone in English, she'll trail of and eventually go silent. She forgot the word she wanted to say in English...

Sam finds it hilarious and teases Tara whenever that happens, which is often

Sam and Tara are forced to listen to Chad and Mindy absolutely butcher their first language while trying to learn it. They stop trying

Sorry if this was too long haha, I got excited while writing this!!

I really really really love this!!!! More of an exploration of their roots both in and out of canon is something I would love to see. I've thought about trying to add some Spanish language into my work previously, but I decided against it because I know I would only butcher it, as it's not a language or culture I'm familiar with.

I hope you do return to my inbox, you've clearly got some awesome ideas to share!! I LOVE ALL OF THIS.

Their first language being Spanish and only learning English through school is such a really cool idea. Especially if you combine it with my idea that Tara ends up starting school a year later than she should, it could help explain why she struggles even more in that initial period. It would probably be quite hard for Sam to relate to Tara's struggles as well, because she'll end up having 6 or so years of learning English over her sister, and by then she's fluent and has forgotten how hard it is in the beginning. And if Tara's got learning difficulties? Oof. God knows I was never capable of learning a second language - not everybody can! Sam sees Tara getting frustrated when she speaks to her in English, and always quickly gives in, switching back to Spanish and distracting her instead.

I have no comments on the rest because it's all so so so perfect. A thousand kisses for you.

[coryothesub]

Idk if I can make this request. But can you do Coryo having his first time with Lucy Gray and performing very badly (pain during sex) and then him asking Sejanus to help show him how to have sex ft. Anal fingering, lots of foreplay, bottom!Coryo and innocent! Coryo and lots praise kink and toe sucking on Sejanus 's end?

Sorry anon, there's no toe sucking, because I couldn't think of the right way to fit it in.

Anyways, I hope I'm back from my little writers block and determined to start regular posting again! Also it's my birthday today and I got rid of the cast (still not allowed to walk though) so I'm in a good mood tonight.

nsfw / mdni / pk!sub!coryo / pk!softdom!sejanus

Coriolanus had persuaded Sejanus to purchase a bottle of posca at the Hob and find an empty barn where both young peacekeepers could enjoy the burning liquid undisturbed.

Sejanus would have preferred to hang out at the Hob, listen to some music and mingle with the locals instead, but Coryo's gloomy face over the last couple of days signaled to him that it wasn't the best idea.

Coryo had been tense, easily annoyed and overall insufferable and after a few shots of posca Sejanus finally gathered the courage to ask him what was the matter.

“I won't discuss that,” Coryo pursed his lips giving his friend a stubborn look.

Sejanus passed Coryo the bottle and waited for him to take a big sip. 

“And now?” He asked after Coryo had flinched and coughed a few times. The boy wasn't too good with the alcohol. Turned out it wasn't the only field where he lacked expertise.

“Okay, but I will kill you in your sleep if you tell a single living soul about this.”

Sejanus chuckled and nodded. Coryo was definitely being overdramatic.

“I was with Lucy Gray the other day, we kissed and then things went further,” a red blush was filling Coryo's cheeks and he hesitated before continuing.

“She wanted me to finger her and I went a bit too rough. I think I hurt her by accident. Nothing else happened, she just got up and left. But how was I supposed to know? I had never even done it before!”

Sejanus noticed tears welling up in his eyes and sat right next to him, putting his arm around Coryo’s shoulder.

“Oh Coryo, it’s alright. It's not your fault, I’m sure Lucy Gray will understand… She’ll give you another chance.”

“But what if she doesn't?” Coryo inhaled deeply, trying to hold back the tears. “What if she finds someone hotter and more experienced?”

“What are you even talking about?” Sejanus placed his both hands on the sides of Coriolanus's neck, his thumbs gently caressing his jawline.

“You are gorgeous, Coryo! There's no one more enchanting than you round here.”

Coryo looked at his friend with slight disbelief. Perhaps his touch was a bit too intimate right now. But the blonde boy didn't feel the need to break away from it. Instead his baby blue eyes darted from Sejanus's passionate dark eyes to his plump lips and back.

“You think so?” He blurted out.

Sejanus took the bottle from Coryo's hands and took a big sip.

“I know so,” he replied and before Coryo managed to register what was happening Sejanus's lips were smashed into his in a long passionate kiss, one that made his heart pound and his knees feel weak.

After their lips finally parted, Coryo just sat there blinking slowly, then he brought his hand up to his freshly kissed lips and for a moment it seemed he was about to wipe them in disgust.

“I'm sorry, I…” Sejanus tried to look for the right words to try and undo what had just happened.

“That felt really nice,” Coryo broke the silence with a shy smile on his face and a slight blush in his cheeks.

“Can you do that again?”

Sejanus sighed in relief. He had wanted to do it for years, but the possible reaction had always terrified him, especially now with Lucy Gray in the picture. A flirtatious glimmer appeared in his eyes.

“You know that you're allowed to kiss me too right?”

Coryo didn't reply, instead he took a large sip of posca and cupped Sejanus's face before kissing him with true passion and insatiable hunger, his tongue breaking in between his friends soft lips and exploring his mouth impatiently.

Coryo's hands found the hem of Sejanus's shirt and started wandering around his toned torso, tracing each muscle with his fingertips.

“Coryo, I’m not sure about this, you’re currently emotionally unstable and we’re both pretty drunk,” Sejanus muttered against his friends lips after breaking the hiss. Although this was a dream come true for him, it also felt somewhat wrong.

“Oh Sej, stop killing the mood,” Coryo chuckled.

“We are both grown up men and I’m pretty sure I'm single now since I presented myself as the worst lover. I feel much more at ease with you, at least I don't have to try to hide how shamefully inexperienced I am.”

Sejanus cocked his eyebrow. 

“But what if you tried once more with Lucy Gray. You know, I could teach you a thing or two. I wasn't the most popular guy in the Capitol, but I’m doing pretty well here, with both girls and boys…”

Coryo's eyes widened at his suggestion. 

“You mean you could teach me how to use my fingers properly?”

Sejanus gave him a slightly cocky grin. 

“I could teach you everything…”

Coryo looked at his friend like a lost puppy. He was so damn attractive when he was honest and vulnerable like that.

“Would you really do that for me?”

“I would do anything for you,” Sejanus felt like it was the time for him to be honest too.

He caressed Coryo's cheek and started peppering little kisses along his jawline and neck, while his hands pulled his friend's shirt over his head.

“I'm gonna need you to undress for this lesson though.”

Coryo rushed to obey, quickly unzipping his pants and getting rid of his underwear. After a couple of moments he was sitting naked in front of his best friend in all his glory, his half hard cock resting on his thigh.

“Good boy,” Sejanus cooed. “Now let me get you more comfortable.”

He spread Coriolanus’s clothes on the haystacks they were previously sitting on and instructed him to get on his knees. 

“Don't worry darling,” he whispered after gently nipping at Coryo's earlobe. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Please, I need you to demonstrate, you know, how to…” Coryo was already begging, Sejanus couldn't believe his adorable neediness.

“Not so fast, tiger, first we're gonna need some lube. You know, with Lucy Gray you just have to find the little love button on the upper part of her folds and then she'll produce some sweet nectar you can use as a natural lube. But since you don't have a little love button, we’re gonna need some help with that.”

Sejanus pulled a small bottle from his pocket and poured its contents on Coryo's tiny asshole, smearing it around with his fingers. The blonde boy shivered at the sensation.

“Coconut oil,” Sejanus explained. “Don't worry I use it to keep my hands soft.”

He pressed small kisses on Coryo's butt, marveling at his pretty little hole, it was just too tempting to resist and after a short moment Coryo felt Sejanus's tongue inside him.

“Oh,” Coriolanus whimpered softly. This warm, wet sensation was completely foreign to him, but he did thoroughly enjoy it.

“Do you like it?” Sejanus spoke teasingly. He could already tell the answer by the series of cute little moans that escaped his friend's lips.

“Yes, yes, it feels so good,” Coryo panted softly. “P-please I need you to…”

“Use your words, darling. What do you need?” Sejanus cooed, still teasing Coryo's hole with the tip of his tongue.

“To p-put your fingers in there,” dark shade of red filled Coryo's cheeks as he said that. Sejanus found it simply adorable.

“Alright then,” Sejanus kept narrating the whole thing like a true sex professor, his finger pressing against Coryo's entrance. “Just start very, very slowly. Slow and steady…”

He started pushing inside the small opening, making Coryo tremble.

“Is this okay?” Sejanus stopped for a moment. “You always have to check if she's okay.”

“Yes,” Coriolanus let out a single word that sounded almost like a moan.

Sejanus pushed his finger deeper, gradually establishing a gentle pace. 

“Mmmm, Sej,” Coryo whispered. “This feels good…”

A cocky smile adorned Sejanus's face.

“Since you're being such a good boy for me, I’ll allow you to touch yourself.”

Coryo wrapped his hand around his hard, needy cock as soon as he heard that. Sweet sigh of relief escaped his lips.

“When you're with Lucy Gray, you can rub her clit,” Sejanus continued his lesson. “Or let her rub it herself. It will be a pretty sight. Just like you right now.”

Coryo closed his eyes and moaned softly, his hand still pumping his cock.

“Please, please,” he pleaded so sweetly. “I need more, I need you to go harder!”

Sejanus chuckled at his despair and carefully added another finger before reestablishing the pace.

“Before you add more fingers,” he instructed. “Always make sure that she's wet and needy enough, you’ll feel that.”

Sejanus pushed his fingers deeper until he managed to hit his sensitive spot, eliciting a loud moan from Coryo's lips.

“That's it, baby, such a good boy, am I making you feel good?”

“So, so good,” Coryo echoed him, dazed from his praises. He was pushing his ass towards his friend's fingers in need to chase the amazing feeling of them touching his prostate again and again. His hand was firmly wrapped around his own throbbing cock as he felt his climax approaching.

“Oh fuck, Sej, you’re so good at this…” Coryo moaned as his friend kept fingering him relentlessly, feeling his tight warm hole clenching around his fingers.

“S-sejanus please… I-I can't hold this for much longer,” Coryo kept mumbling desperate pleas, feeling like he was about to explode from pleasure.

“Shhh baby… You’ve been doing so good. Just cum for me, okay?”

Coryo's hole clenched around Sejanus's fingers as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his dick and messing up his own shirt that had been laid under his knees. He didn't care as all the rational feelings had left him at this moment and he was just a panting moaning mess, milking his cock desperately as his best friend's fingers were still shoved deep inside his asshole.

It took a moment for Coryo to come back down from his heights and his eyes met Sejanus's soft smile as he turned back around and sat back on the haystacks.

“Goddammit Sej, that was amazing! You're a literal sex god.”

“Am I now?” Sejanus chuckled. “I'm sure you can do that too. You can make Lucy Gray very, very happy. Now, why don't you go find her now and show her what you’ve learned.”

Coryo shook his head. 

“That can wait,” he replied, making Sejanus raise his eyebrow in surprise. “It's best friends time now and we need to make that count. I want… That!”

Sejanus's eyes followed Coryo's determined look with curiosity just to find out that his friend was pointing right at his… Cock.

[qetalos]

GET UP | park sunghoon

p: non idol!sunghoon x non idol!fem reader g: angst

warnings! mentions of death, crying, sudden goodbye, sad ending.

note: second post of the nwjns series!! You'll find it here ;))

10:27 a.m "Get up"

What's has gotten into us lately? Was it our life? Or maybe us? Maybe it was me, or maybe it was you. I hoped it was me.

I've met Sunghoon when we were still in college, our last year. We became friends really easily thanks to one of our friends that we had in common. Our friend had set up a meeting between our big group of friends and that's when I met Sunghoon. We talked all night and went back home being friends, we could talk everyday at school and after it. He was nice and caring, he would walk me home after school or maybe after one of our outers, because we would hang out pretty often.

Sunghoon was someone who could bottle his feelings easily, but he didn't do it with me. He told me what happened in his life and I did too because, that's why we were friends right?

With me, Sunghoon wouldn't keep anything in. If something happened or annoyed him, he would go straight to the point and call me our for it. That's what I liked about him, his facility on talking so smoothly about what concerned him, his sincerity.

Even after all of our outers and time spent, we would always have that little moment in which we would talk about us and our problems or just things that could be happening at that moment. Sunghoon was a comfortable person to be with and although there could be moments of silence, he would make it a comfortable silence.

That was until everything changed, well, I had to admit that it felt more as if he had changed.

We would hang out but Sunghoon wouldn't talk a lot, not even about himself. He was dry and straight with me, but he didn't seem straight about himself and what was going on.

I'd start the conversations but he'd end them easily with his dry and short replies. Sunghoon wasn't trying anymore.

17:03 p.m "I don't wanna fight your shadow"

I wanted to talk about what was happening.

I didn't like this.

Some days passed and I gained enough strength to tell Sunghoon to meet, and talk. He said he was busy and I ate his lie, because I knew that he wasn't busy.

Sunghoon would avoid talking about anything that meant what was going on with his shitty attitude, and his constant avoiding to me.

I felt as if I was talking to the air because he wouldn't even answer to my texts. Sunghoon wasn't there anymore.

A week, two weeks, a month...

Three months passed and I never knew about Sunghoon, no one talked about him. I didn't bring him up either, I was mad at him and his behavior anyways. Was everyone mad at him too? I wish they were, his attitude deserved it.

20:48 p.m "meet me back in five if I matter ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ to you"

I couldn't lie to myself anymore, even when I said I hated Sunghoon for ghosting me and disappearing from everything and everyone.

I missed him, his texts and his presence.

Of course, his way of leaving was horrible and I still suffered. I deserved some explaining on why he left me hanging and treated me like he didn't care.

Did he hate me? Why would he do this?

Those two questions lingered in my mind and made me cry, because I could never hate the one who made me feel so happy and alive. Even when he left without saying anything.

13:49 p.m "like you said, I do."

"Hey Hoon, it's been a long time. Can we meet?"

"Hey ___, it's Sunghoon's mother. I'm so sorry to tell you but Sunghoon passed away three months ago, I thought he told you about his sickness. I'm so sorry."

"Oh, no. He didn't tell me anything, I thought he was mad at me... I'm so sorry for your lost Mrs. Park"

Sunghoon had passed away? Sickness? He was sick? And I never knew? Those words couldn't sink in because this was for sure a prank, right?

I wish it was, even when I went to the cemetery and was welcomed by the sight of Sunghoon's tombstone, his name engraved on it.

My knees went weak as I cried in front of him, hating myself for saying I hated him once. When he wasn't even here either.

Did the rest know? Did they know Sunghoon left us long time ago?

If he trusted me so much why didn't he tell me about this?

I cried for hours in front of him, I knew he wouldn't come back and tell me what happened. Sunghoon wasn't here and our last conversation wasn't the best. I wish everything was different.

The next week I visited Sunghoon's family, they welcomed me and, to my surprise, his sister gave me a letter. She told me that Sunghoon wrote it for me and that he would like me to read it, after his death. I kept some tears inside and kept the letter with me until I arrived home.

When I did, I read the letter and couldn't contain my sobs. Sunghoon had started to avoid me just so I could hate him and never know about his sickness or death, funny because he didn't want me to know about it and to suffer. And I ended up suffering anyways.

I cursed myself and him because, why would he do this?

In that same letter, he told me he loved me and I wanted to scream at his face that I loved him too. But I couldn't do that.

Why couldn't he tell me that face to face? Why wait until now?

I couldn't say goodbye to him, he didn't do it either.

And in the end, it wasn't me. It was him.

but I wished it was me instead of him.

☆゜・。。

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[k-n-e-o]

Nct Dream as high school students

This has been in my drafts for years! I’ve just reread it now and I think it’s pretty decent to post lol.

This is also mildly based off of my own highschool experience (which it’s now been years since I’ve graduated so obviously not current experience lol)

Disclaimer: this doesn’t have mark in it because he wasn’t back in nct dream at the time of writing, so I had it in my head that he already graduated and is in college

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[ Renjun ]

This is used a lot but it fits him so well

He’s our little artist

Loved art class

Helps the drama kids make the props and costumes

Made a chair once for an art project, absolutely hated it (this was taken from something a friend of mine had to do once lol)

He was covered in black, red, yellow, and blue wood stain for weeks

He also smelled like saw dust for a while too

I think he’s the only one that would make and bring his lunch just because he doesn’t want to have to deal with the other idiots at the school during lunch

Him and the boys stay in the art room at lunch, it’s quieter

I want to say he’s the only one in the group that actually studies

But knowing this group of boys,

None of them are getting anything done lol

[ Jeno ]

We all know this boy is the jock of the group.

He’s also one of the responsible ones

Being the driver of the dreams carpool to school everyday

He also uses the schools fitness centre (basically a weight room and stuff)

Gets his lunch money stolen by Haechan all the time so he now brings double so he’s not asking Jaemin to steal stuff from the cafeteria

Track and field boy

Probably beats his own records every year

Also probably does football with Jaemin (spoiler?)

A goofball in all his classes, especially the ones he shares with Jaemin

Leaves little smiley faces on his friends work when they aren’t looking.

[ Haechan ]

I’m sorry but he’s a theatre boy

Auditions for all of the plays

Leaves his I.D card on the stage all the damn time

So he can’t sign out a computer when he needs one

Ends up using his phone instead and sometimes gets in trouble for it

He’s known all around the school even if people don’t actually know him they know of him

Every teacher knows him too

And they only roll their eyes when he’s loud and goofy in class

I won’t lie he probably doesn’t know any of the names of people in his class so he has to ask whenever he’s paired up with them for projects even though he’s been going to school with them for years already (how can you tell I was the person who people forgot lol)

But they can’t be mad at him for long when he’s got them bent over in laughter a few seconds later

[ Jaemin ]

In culinary arts, so he gets free food sometimes

Especially when he works in the cafeteria at lunch

Sometimes if jeno doesn’t have lunch money Jaemin will sneak some fries out for him

Also on the football team

(I don’t know why I see him doing this but I do so fight me)

Forgets his water bottle all the damn time so had to do push-ups whenever any of the football coaches catch him

Heart breaker of the century

Has girls (and some guys) staring at him and stalking his social media

Taking bio and chem at the same time

Quickly regrets that choice he made lol

Spends his spares annoying Renjun in art

Ends up painting his arm or hand and gets scolded by the art teacher

Friends with almost all of his teachers

Yes like Haechan he’s also that kid who the teachers know instantly by name and who they tell their other classes funny stories about

Probably almost blew up the chemistry lab with Haechan once

Now Haechan and him aren’t allowed to touch any of the lab equipment

Works out with jeno but sometimes slacks off

Makes jeno stop by the local coffee shop every morning on the dreamies way to school

[ Chenle ]

I don’t know why but I struggled so much with Chenles

It’s weird

He’s probably a band student who uses the piano in the room as often as he can.

He goes into the band room in the morning when jeno and Jaemin have early football practice and he goes when he has a spare

And when he’s still there after the school he plays the piano

I mean, he probably has like three pianos at home

But there’s something about the giant nearly empty room

And just playing the piano just to play

He’s a simple boy with simple desires

You can expect this boy will try out for the basketball team

And if he’s not with his friends or at a piano in the band room

He’ll probably be in the gym shooting hoops

Hate hate hates doing homework

He’s the main reason why Jisung gets nothing done too lol

Also if the dreamies aren’t “studying” at a cafe you can bet they are at Chenles house

And the only reason is because his house is the only one that can fit all six of them comfortably

Sometimes mark joins too, for old times sake

[ Jisung ]

You can fight me on this but this boy would be in the poetry slam club

He’s that quite cute boy who everyone glances at through out the meeting

Never used his locker

Instead he puts all his stuff in Chenles locker because, and I quote

“It’s easier”

Goes to all the sports games cause Chenle drags him there

Attempts to study

But we all not that ain’t happening

Gets really stressed during exam season

Probably eats one to many instant ramen packages

(He found Chenles secret stash)

Probably doesn’t skip class

Although he tried it once with Haechan but decided it wasn’t his thing

Eats lunch with the others at a near by food place every Friday as an end of the week treat

Is late to his afternoon class because they lost track of time

He’s the one always asking for a pencil or a pen

Probably tried out for the soccer team

And obviously got in

Kinda disappointed that the soccer season is short tho

But works hard none the less

Always forgetting his water bottle

Works on his writing when he has a moment of free time in class

Probably the kind to leave little love notes in his crushes locker

I don’t think he’s a huge party person

But he gets invited to a lot of them

Always complains about his student I.D photo 

But it’s not as bad as he says it is

Hands in assignments late because he keeps forgetting to do them

[basil-touche]

27, 61, and 57 for the unusual asks!!

27. Do you have a job? What do you do?

I work in a discount shop as a part-time supervisor. Been doing it for about 4 years now (although covid meant I was in and out of isolation for my own safety for about a year so it doesn't quite feel that long). It's pretty decent in regards to it being a retail environment. It's part of a chain but it's in a garden centre a little way out of my hometown and I think that's what makes it better than my last job (which was not great to put it mildly). It just feels a bit more laid back than being on a high street and a lot of the routine maintence is on the GC itself to sort out, so there's less to worry about on that front.

The shop sells a range of items, kids toys & books, books for adults, craft, stationery etc. I also get 25% off most stock as well (sometimes they do 50% off events for staff which is super useful when it comes to present buying or stocking up on art supplies) and I bought a lot of the supplies for craft projects I post on here from work.

It's not a job I want to do forever. Now that I've recovered from my teenage years (those few years were fucking awful) I'm learning to drive (just bought my first car today!) and once I've passed I'm thinking of going back to college. Thinking about what I actually want to do in this life. I'm really into reading atm and have the urge to write as well as recently getting back into art. So history, english and art seem like possible paths to take, but there's no rushing these things.

57. Do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

As a kid I used to get really annoyed with my Mum when she would take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels we would stay at. I thought she was stealing them. Wasn't until I was older that I learned that hotel staff will just throw away all the bottles, regardless whether or not they had been used. I think it's kinda a legal requirement to keep things sanitary? Kinda like how in resturants, you get given a knife & fork for your meal, they still wash your knife even if you never touched it. Better to be safe than sorry (or sued, I suppose).

So to actually answer the question, yes I do now. It's rather useful to have them for the next time I'm on holiday. And I'd rather not cause unnecessary waste.

61. Have you ever peed in the woods? 

A couple of times, yes. Moreso as a kid. Surprising, when I go on my longer walks in the summer, sometimes travelling 10 miles in a day, I never feel the need to relieve myself. I guess because my body is using all my energy during the hike. I can't actually remember the last time I peed in the woods (and quite honestly, I prefer to use an actual toliet if I can help it).

[calypso-finale]

Seventy Four.

I don’t know why but I felt like I needed to do a party because Chris did me one so I thought I would do him a party and really that is Chris, he seems really happy that I decided to do a party, it’s more child free for us too. It’s nice to see a lot of the industry out for his day, and it’s my moment to be dressing up like this. Placing my arms around my daughters as the photographer took a picture of us “beautiful, the Fenty girls” waving over Taylan “come in” I said to him “picture of all the family now!” I spat, Chris came out of nowhere and ran into the picture too as he took it “enough room for the gang” Herb came also, I chuckled moving my arms away from Imani and Ti and grabbing Chris’ face and pressing a kiss to his lips “keep that shit for the bedroom, cougar asses” slapping the back of Herb’ head “aye I am playing now, we family” pointing at the bottle “one time, the homie knows, I said one” he better be right, Chris held my hand “thank you, for this. It’s what I like, weed and music” I know that’s all he likes “with a little pussy on the side, as long as that pussy don’t be biting at me” he is so annoying, walking back to the party “good day though for you?” I asked him “oh for sure, it was. I mean it still is, we still turning up” he laughed “I will see you back around” he walked off, I am glad he is happy, that is all I want because the start was a little rocky but it really doesn’t help when you have a daughter like mine, when her dad does so much for her and all she can do is text him happy birthday and called it a day, the nerve of her to do that and then posted her boyfriend on top of that, not even her dad. I know Chris was annoyed with that, I know my husband and he was annoyed that on his day she was posting him. She is upset him now so she can have nobody like she wants “we drinking” Mel passed me a shot “girl!” I don’t do shots, but I will for this day because it’s my husband day.

Sitting on Chris’ lap “why was you moody earlier? I thought you was mad at me?” Mel asked him “yeah I thought he was mad we came” Mel’ man added “oh nah, I wasn’t even mad. I just was in deep thought” so he says “he doesn’t want to admit to it but it was because of his precious daughter, don’t lie now” I half shouted over the music “what she do now? She seems quiet living her life, I mean a little too much now” Mel asked “she sent him a text and that’s it and then when her stupid man was plastered around for getting in a accident Chris was being caring and asked but nobody would give answers, they are all acting weird so we decided didn’t we? We will just leave it now” Chris shrugged “it wasn’t like that, you twisting, I asked, and he picked up. I just got mad because he can’t be acting goofy in west like he did, that was it. They was acting shady about the tour dates, and I don’t care about the text, she said it and she is at peace god bless but I know my daughter, there is something off and I will find out, but you can relax with twisting the narrative now” oh now he is mad with me “sorry poppa” hugging him, but he did say that to me “kids, I am not looking forward to that moment with Melody” Mel said.

Staring off into the abyss, I am just in a daze. It is around half five in the morning, but I wanted to be awake early, we have to be at the hospital at seven but then Aziel isn’t awake so we will miss him, but Grace has stayed over so it’s made it easier for her to just look after him. I don’t even feel hungry at all, I just feel dread all over, Oakley can’t eat so he is asleep still. I don’t really sleep to be honest; I am just worried and fear that I am going to lose Oakley, I can’t lose him it is so unfair because we are just starting with building our life, this can’t be the end of it. I sniffled looking at my phone, tapping on Wadz comment on my post I put up last night about Oakley ‘My brother and sister for life’ he put under the post, scrolling up at the post. It’s a selfie of Oakley and I, I just don’t know what today will bring, I pray it’s peace, I pray it’s ok, I pray that nothing has gone worse “morning” locking my phone, he is awake “you didn’t need to wake up” I said to him, placing my phone down “I felt you leave the bed really, if you can’t sleep do you think I can” he sat across from me “I am a little hungry” smiling at him “you think I don’t notice shit don’t you” I shrugged “you cried during sex, you can’t do that. It makes it hard for me Rylee, I know you’re feeling this emotion but it’s hard for me, and during sex” putting my head down “we in the moment and that, I know you was crying. Don’t cry, I am in a positive mood today” clearly he is “I just felt a wave emotion, Oakley it’s just a lot of things. That is all, I be thinking a lot and then maybe at the wrong time it hit, I love you and at the same time I have the fear of losing you, no man will love me and care for me like you do and I am so scared to lose that” wiping my tears “I don’t do much” he laughed “you do, you just like to say you don’t to hide it and you know it” looking at him and he grinned “sometimes” he mumbled “not sometimes every time, I feel thirty already” Oakley snorted laughing “I mean that is me this year, I am old now. Did you say happy birthday to your dad?” nodding my head “I just text him it, I couldn’t bring myself to do anymore really, my emotions are here with you” I don’t have more to give, it’s draining to feel this way and there is nothing I can do.

Oakley walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist “is this meant to be sexy?” I said smiling “shut up” he chuckled “I put your sweatpants in here and an extra pair, you never know, and two tees. Your slides, hat, glasses, socks. Anything else” he shook his head “maybe like a charger, headphones but I already put that in right?” nodding my head “Wadz called me” he said, he is awake “hurry up though we need to be there by seven” he is taking his sweet time with everything like he has all the time in the world “I will, what you doing awake?” he asked him, zipping up the duffle bag, maybe it’s best if Aziel isn’t awake because it’s only going to make me sad and then he may cry that he wants to come “no it’s fine, don’t do that bro, we good” Oakley said, pointing at his clothes, I need him to get changed “I can get Rylee to drive, she can cry like last time” side eyeing him, he would bring that up “really? Wow, bro. I appreciate it, thank you. You outside now?” maybe Wadz is offering to take us “ok, well about ten minutes then come, appreciate you bro. I didn’t expect you to come, wow. Thank you, I better get changed, speak soon” he disconnected the call “he is dropping us off and waiting around for you, I did say you could drive” I pulled a face “Rylee. London driving isn’t that scary, you panicked” I pulled a face “yeah, never again” now I refuse to drive because of it “you are dense, stop it” Oakley seems to be in a good mood, I like it because he has these waves of emotions.

Watching Oakley kissing Aziel, he is asleep still, the boy can sleep “see you soon my guy, and we will do more rhymes together. Love you” smiling at them both a little, looking away from them both. I think Oakley has appreciated us more as a family, his feeling and love for us is more than before and I love to see it, the way he is with Aziel and me “I am going to miss him” he said as he closed the door “you will be seeing him” I said, he nodded his head “out of everything like with it all, I appreciate you so much. Like if they asked me” he placed his arm around my shoulder as we walked down the steps “like if they asked me who I would trust with my life, it would be you. And I stand by those words, you been here for me since the start and you always here for me, you here for the lows and I see it. I appreciate you and I do love you, and I know you love me too. It’s a weird feeling because you always made me feel, not you personally but I felt like I couldn’t amount to you, and that I really couldn’t compare but I see that we are equal and I just was assuming that” it’s nice to hear him talk like this about me “I got some good people” he moved away from me to open the door “you do” when he opened the door Wadz, Wyge and Ybeez were just at the door “we couldn’t let you go without saying good luck and see you soon, it ain’t a goodbye dumbass like you said in the group chat, dramatic ass” Ybeez walked into Oakley and hugged him “you didn’t need to come, this is a shock” smiling at them for coming, that is sweet “we ain’t going to the hospital but we just wanted to show you love my brother” it’s nice that did this “might make me cry you know, wow” they do really love him and I like he has that love from someone close to him, to know they love him the way I do, he isn’t alone like he thinks, he has love.

I might cry when they take him, I don’t know really but we just got here “Oakley Cesar-Su” he is talking to the receptionist and I am just here half asleep stressed out “thank you, who will be your carer for after the surgery and for when you go home?” she asked “me” I answered, “you’re his?” she asked “his partner” she smiled “thank you, can I take your name too” she said “Rylee Fenty-Brown” she smiled at me like she knew that already “and we have your next of kin as your mother?” Oakley just froze “do you want us to keep this for you?” looking at his face, I mean it’s his mother so why not really. He isn’t saying a word, he is just staring “would you like me to keep it Mr Cesar-Su?” he isn’t saying a word “yeah, keep it” I said “no change it” he added “oh ok, we can do that. Who would you like to be your next of kin” she asked “Rylee Fenty-Brown, my girlfriend” my heart dropped, like this is a big thing “this is just setting a point of contact if anything was to occur, and also this will avoid conflict between anyone” she explained “ok so we are setting your girlfriend as the next of kin, I will print off a form I need you to add your number to this and sign for it for me ok” she said to him, he nodded his head. He looked at him “why did you do that?” I asked him “because I trust you and I know you will do right by me” putting my head down.

Oakley sat back down next to me “what did they do?” I asked, they took him to another room “just took my temperature and made me do something’s, asked how I was. Now we wait” smiling at him “you can come with me till I get changed into my gown, then they take me to the next place. I asked” he poked his lips out at me “stop it” he placed his arm around me “why did you make me next of kin, I hate that shit” I sniffled “because I told you, that I know you will make the right decision, I was going to change it anyways don’t worry. You won’t get any trouble, like if anything happens to me it’s you, like you need to do it all. Nobody can come for my assets” I swallowed hard “I see it as you love me, and you love me for me so anything in assets you will just give it to Aziel, you won’t want to know but I really want him to live the best life” I sighed out “yeah and you will be around to see that” which he will be “sorry I never married you” I shook my head moving away from him “please shut up” swatting him away “you’re killing me” he really is “like with the pictures on Instagram, you have so many” looking over at him “of course I do, like it’s something that will be there forever and in the years to come. What meant the most to me, Wadz messaged me like why you have to do that post about us, I don’t cry” poor Wadz, I sighed out “least after this surgery we can know what is happening” I need to know “you know out of everything, the only thing that hurts me and like not even anything really, like I love my son, I do. Something I didn’t think I would have but out of everything, is that I won’t be able to see you again, to look at your face. You the last face I want to see” hitting his leg “why did you have to say that” a small sob left my lips “I’m being serious, like I don’t know how to articulate my words at times, and I take time with saying things to you or showing you how I feel but I can honestly say through my life, like no matter what happened or how we met, I am glad you pushed for it. You opened my heart to new horizons, and I didn’t think it could be possible. I look through everything, the pictures and moments, the videos and I realise that in that it’s being with you. And I’m going to ride it out, if tomorrow my mood is off, the next day it’s ok. I want you to hold on, I want you to know I am sorry because I don’t want you to be the one affected” I sighed out “I wish it wasn’t you ok, I can’t take it. Just stop” wiping my tears, how can I produce so many tears “I’m sorry, I get it. While I’m on there you’re going to be out here worrying. Don’t be, we had good times though” I would slap him, but I can’t do it, he is in a very reflective mood and it’s a good mood for him “do you forgive me for not being there for you at those moments, during the passing of your friend?” I feel he didn’t, but he just got on with it “I do, I never pushed you to change yourself because you are young and you have things to go through, it’s whatever but we passed that, my turn to go” I gasped “I’m playing with you, come here” he grabbed him to hug me but I am going to hit him now “don’t touch me!!!” I spat; he makes me so mad.

Getting up from the chair “I will put these clothes separately away, of course” he nodded his head, he’s quiet now “can you put these on for me, it’s like some compression socks for my legs” stuffing his clothes in the bag “yeah, sit down. You kept your boxers under that gown yeah?” He laughed “yeah yeah, I have don’t worry” he is stupid sometimes “sit then, looks nice on you, this gown” he pulled a face “list of things not to do, was sex on there?” I shrugged “I don’t know, probably not. Lift your leg up, these are so tight” bundling the socks up before putting it over his foot “chicken legs” pushing it up over his calves “I have some serious skinny legs don’t I” nodding my head, pushing the compression socks down “thank you though” smiling at him “that’s what carers do” I said to him. He stood up “take a picture of me, if I make it through this whole journey it will be one for the books and if I don’t then it will be one for your books” I sighed out “here you have to take my phone anyways” he passed me his phone “you got everything yeah?” Nodding my head, moving back and holding the phone up as I took the picture “they waiting for me now, so yeah” smiling at him “give Aziel my love and I’ll see you when I’m in a bad mood” I laughed “surgery is surgery Lee, I should be ok. And I’ll be out, don’t worry. Remember Wadz is in the cafe, go and see him” nodding my head “you want a hug?” I nodded my head again, he made his way over to me and held me “I love you so much and I appreciate everything Lee, I do. But I will see you later” he pressed a kiss to the side of my face “don’t cry” I let out a little sob “how about you leave this side first and then I go, you just going to be stood here” I don’t want to leave him “you go first” I swallowed hard “I love you so much Oakley, I love you with all my heart” he smiled at me “I love you too, don’t make it hard for me please” smiling at him, I need to put on my big girl pants and just leave “see you soon Lovey, I’ll be waiting for you” he opened the door for me “you better be, don’t be running off with my phone now” I chuckled “no tears, look at me” my voice broke “hey, stop it. Stop it” he said again, nodding my head leaving the room before I don’t go at all.

Wadz is the sweetest, but I am literally in a horrible mood “damn” I breathed out “you was heavy on your phone” nodding my head “just my family, now my little sister has jumped on board, I didn’t think you would chose a man over dad Rylee where were you, I upset dad and then Ti adding to it too. They want my attention when I can’t give it” I ranted “then tell them? Why make it difficult for you” he said “why would I tell them when they don’t care about him, they only care about me and Aziel. Ti said she wanted him dead anyways, my mother she literally said Oakley looked dead, well that he looks like he got cancer” Wadz mouth fell open “that is crazy because he’s skinny?” He said in utter shock “yeah, he’s not good enough for me so really I rather they didn’t know because I don’t want to know their pity, their sadness for me, I am having to deal with it alone, how much can I rely on my friends” my voice broke “I won’t cry but you know, it’s hard. Then Oakley made me his next of kin, like I feel I don’t deserve that” Wadz looked hurt by my mom “I didn’t think your mom would be that cruel but honestly Rylee I think it’s right, his mother wouldn’t want the best for him, I think his dad and maybe Juke would, I think Juke would be heartbroken, I feel the rift came from the fact he is favourite and he didn’t listen to Oakley and he got blamed for it all when he was playing on the streets, don’t sweat it. We got you; we have. Man it’s going to be ok, your dad loves Oakley? Tell him” I shrugged “I’ve hurt him now I guess; he would tell my mom. It’s best if I just cut it off and let them assume whatever” I huffed out “nah Chris wouldn’t get hurt, from what I know of him he’s a pretty calm guy and wouldn’t hold shit against you, I bet he wasn’t offended” I shrugged, I don’t even know if he was or not, but my mind isn’t right, I need to see Oakley.

Just waiting around is what drives me crazy the most, they are being longer then they should be “I am going to ask again” getting up from the seat “you’re on it” Wadz laughed, I won’t leave it. I learn this from my mother, I will never leave it. Standing at the reception as she spoke on the phone, either she is acting busy or she is actually busy “hello, how can I help?” Another lady came over “hi, I want an update on Oakley Cesar-Su, he went in surgery this morning and it’s one now, he should be done by now” I am concerned “I will check, I am sure he is on the ward now” stepping back from the desk, I have been getting so many stares and I hate it. Oakley didn’t go private, so it makes this whole thing a little awkward, doesn’t bother me really, they have been on it either way but he’s just at the regular hospital “sorry Rylee isn’t it?” Nodding my head “he is done, he had the surgery he’s on the ward. If you go onto floor three, and it’s the first ward on your left, it’s the thornberry ward” I breathed out “how did it go? Do you know anything? Please” I pleaded “I can’t say sorry, but he has responded, he did come around but fell back to sleep” least he is awake “thank you so much” this is the best news I could have gotten, making my way into the waiting room “Wadz, come. I am sure you will be allowed to come in” if he is on the ward I’m sure he can “all good?” He asked “they said he came around but he’s feeling a little out of it, I just want to see him. I’m sure you will be able to be there too” pressing the elevator button “I feel apprehensive, like excited too” I grinned “same, I just want to see him” stepping onto the elevator.

The nurse opened the door for us to come in after waiting to be buzzed in, they took their time “Oakley?” she asked “yeah please” she took her time, I am pissed “right this way, he has his own room. He came into the ward a little bit sleepy; he is grumpy and didn’t want to speak to us, he told us not to speak to him” that sounds about right with him “the room is here” she pointed “thank you, I don’t think he will want to speak to us” he is grumpy, I am not shocked at all with that man. Opening the door seeing Oakley asleep with a breathing mask on “wake that guy up, the hell he sleeping for” Wadz said behind me, I am glad he is out anyways that is what I wanted “I wonder why they took time with him though, I want to know why” holding his hand, pushing his hair back and his eyes just opened and he was already mean mugging “hey” I breathed out smiling, he moved his hand from mine and moved the mask “I am so glad to see you” he smiled a little “I feel like shit, I can’t lie. Pain” letting out an oh “where? On your back?” he nodded his head “I feel half of my back is missing” he tried to move “no, don’t. They positioned you like this, just wait. The doctor needs to come, I will tell them to give you something for the pain” he waved over Wadz “bro” he said “you back with us” he dapped him “I feel sick, I am going to be sick” looking around me “use this” I grabbed a random bag and as soon as I did he was sick “that is nasty man” Wadz said, he is saying that and I am stood here.