#that girl was not being “sensitive” or “playing victim” or “looking for things to get mad at”

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It's A Match

Law x Fem Reader

Maybe some things are just meant to be.

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. did you know if you open your google docs at 1am and find over 10 finished or almost finished fics from the start of requests on this blog that you might feel immense amounts of guilt never seen before in mankind? me neither

ugh. i miss law. and this blog... sorry to keep ya'll waiting so long </3

This is the second part to my request fic An Out!

Warnings: None! Just lighthearted fluff and good vibes <3

Law snorted at his phone before shoving it back into the pocket of his baggy sweatshirt, trying to turn his focus back to his anatomy textbook in preparation for an upcoming exam.  It was quite hard to fully turn his mind off, however.

A rumor had started circulating around the small college campus by a certain girl, peeved at how ‘Her date ended in a complete disaster!  She walked in on him making out with another woman!  He led her on!  He’s such a scumbag!’  Given this girl’s reputation as a fairly popular figure, the accusations were quickly pointed at Law.  Not like his friends helped to bail him out in the slightest.  Though, she failed to mention many important details, such as the fact that they were in a public bookstore, the fact that she spent the better part of three hours insulting everything about Law’s personality and interests, and had made him pay for her overpriced lunch with his already feeble college income.  Not like her expansive social circle would care about Law’s point of view, anyway.

Oh well.  It certainly could’ve been worse.

And besides, the girl Law did end up dating as a result of his disaster outing ended up being the best thing to ever happen to him, and it had only been about a month.

She was quick on her feet, dedicated and committed to her friends, hobbies, and work.  She was as intelligent as she was witty, sensitive and empathetic, the kind of girl who would help elderly folk cross a busy street… and then bash a dent into the side of a pompous asshole’s overpriced SUV for not stopping while she helped the elders.  And it was true that she attended the same college as Law.  She was even in one of his general education lectures, but the class attendance was so large that she had never stuck out to him.

Until now, of course.

Now, he turned heads by making a beeline toward her at the start of every lecture, the girl moving her bag to the side to free up the seat she had been clearly saving for him.  He dutifully took notes on PowerPoint slides that had no relevance to his future as a cardiopulmonary surgeon while she whittled away the monotonous hours playing Minesweeper on her laptop.  But she was the one who would lend him the required reading for the class, Law being too frugal to pay for his textbooks himself and instead choosing to coin them off of others, or straight up pirate them.

They seemed like a match made in heaven.

“And I’m Dr. Heart Stealer’s girlfriend,” she boasted to nobody but Law while taking a bite out of her deli sandwich in the cafeteria.  “If I ever see that girl on campus again, I hope you dip me super far down and make out with me sloppy style.”

Law nearly choked on the potato chip in his mouth.  “Never say that ever again.”

“What, you don’t want to make out with me?” she asked, feigning offense, clearly knowing that he was more concerned about the other part of her sentence.

“No, I want to make out with you.  But if you ever say ‘sloppy style’ to my face ever again I’m getting a restraining order.”  The look in his eyes told her that he was serious, but the smirk on his lips proved otherwise.

“And Dr. Heart Stealer claims another victim,” she sighed woefully.

Law flicked a chip crumb from his hand toward her, laughing under his breath as it bounced off of her forehead.  A surprised giggle left her throat as she pretended to scoff at him.  She swallowed a witty comment with a hefty bite of her sandwich.

“I’m too hungry to keep bickering with you,” she muttered with her mouth full.

“There’ll be plenty more time for that,” Law countered, smiling into the back of his tattooed hand.  A chime sounded on his phone, causing him to pull the device from his pocket.

“Time to go?” she asked, wrapping up her unfinished sandwich in the aluminum foil it had come in.

“Unfortunately,” Law groaned.  “I have another exam this afternoon.”

“You’re going to become the world’s greatest surgeon with the amount of tests they make you take as an undergrad,” she added, packing up her things and watching with bright eyes as Law did as well.  “If I ever have a severe heart condition, I’d want you to give me a transplant.”

‘There’d probably be conflict of interest about a surgeon operating on his wife,’ he thought, before quickly scrambling his thoughts.  His cheeks flushed with a deep red hue.

“Hey, what about that was so crazy?!” she demanded with a laugh.  “Why are you blushing?”

She slipped her hand into his, noting his quiet mumble in response, as they proceeded out of the dining hall and into the chill air of early autumn.  She shivered and pulled the collar of her coat tighter around her neck with her free hand.  “I don’t know how you can stay so warm dressed in so little,” she sighed.

“When you’re raised in the North Blue, you get used to the cold,” he stated back.

“Us South Blue folk don’t have it so easy, but you’d probably melt instantly in our summers,” she replied with a laugh.

“I don’t know how to swim, either, so that would definitely suck.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” she demanded, whirling around to face Law and cutting off his walking path.  “You don’t know how to swim?!”

“Nope,” he responded, accentuating the P sound with his lips.  “My dad likes to joke that I’m cursed or something.  When I get in the water, I just sink.”

“I’ll teach you how to swim,” she boasted reassuringly.  “I only ever float.”

Law glanced down at her chest for a brief second, then back up to her eyes.  She smirked at him.

“Saw that.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

Instead of continuing the endless cycle of denial, Law simply laughed, snatching her hand back into his and dragging her to her own dorm building so they could depart and he could take his last exam of the day.

“Want me to get anything while you’re hunched over some paper?” she asked.

“Some popcorn would be nice,” he answered.

“And a movie?  We can watch that new crappy B-rank film that just came out LineTube.”

Law answered her last question by placing a warm, slightly chapped kiss against her lips.  “A movie sounds fantastic, baby.”

With a wide smile and sparkling eyes, she nodded and darted back into her building, adrenaline coursing through her veins as a result of his sudden, fiery kiss.  Law chuckled as he watched her round the corner into the building, shouldering his backpack and proceeding toward his lecture hall.

He never thought he could ever have this much fun in a relationship, especially not a romantic one.  He shouldn’t have doubted this girl in the first place though, not with the way she gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a breathtaking kiss and public display of completely fake rom-com style betrayal in order to bail him out of a shitty date.  She had been nothing but a light in his otherwise boring life in the month that had passed.  No longer did Law wake up just to go to class, study, eat, and study some more.  Now his daylight hours were spent hanging out with this gorgeous, hilarious and impactful girl who liked to spurt out facts about insects just as much as he liked to indulge in graphic descriptions of open heart surgery.  And studying, obviously.

His best friends loved making fun of him for it, but he could see it in their eyes just how much they loved her too.  Having her around encouraged Law to go out more often, visit his friends’ apartments, go out to bars and restaurants, or take spontaneous drives around town at night.  He was like an entirely new person.  Still broody and short-tempered, but far more understanding and even somewhat outgoing, more than he had ever been before.

She was like a dream come true.

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Non-Cliche Astro Takes:

☾𖤓 hey there! I’m Deidre, I’m a professional tarot reader and musician, and I’ve been studying the occult for about a decade. Here are some less-commonly noted astrology observations that I’ve picked up on over the years. For more posts like this, tarot readings, esoteric content, and music, give me a follow. Enjoy! ☾𖤓

꩜ Aries aren’t loud for no reason, and depending on their aspects to Mercury/where Mars is, they may not be loud at all. What people mistake for “loudness” is them being chronically unheard and/or repeatedly needing to express their softer feelings by way of frustration. They often feel that their softer emotions aren’t taken seriously until it turns to anger. It’s the only time their feelings are seemingly given any attention.

꩜ That stubbornness in Taurus that y’all love to poke fun at? A lot of the time, that’s them recognizing what they’re worth and accepting nothing less. They’re the type to turn down a “chump change” gig because they know it’s a waste of their energy and effort. Additionally, being Venus-ruled, they tend to are good at being “home-y” people. This only becomes a problem when they extend that cozy energy to the wrong people — they’d do well to learn from their sister sign’s (Scorpio) knack for privacy.

꩜ Gemini (especially Venus’) mean what they say when they utter the phrase “oh, I listen to anything.” Their playlists have the widest genre variety, easily. Their wardrobes are the same. One day, they’re rocking a goth getup, and the next they’re sashaying around in a Gunne-Sax gown like Florence Welch. Their versatility knows no bounds, which is often mistaken for being a “poser.” Their Mercurial minds hold much more information than they get credit for.

꩜ Cancer are much more vindictive than we realize. I’d argue much more than Scorpio (especially Cancer Moons). Don’t get me wrong, they’re sweethearts and are quite sensitive to the energetic world, but they pack a punch. Never forget that they’re a Cardinal sign just like Aries! They are most easily motivated when their tender hearts are considered by those around them.

꩜ Looking for a hype-person? Look no further than Leo. They’re like the intimidating “it-girl” except they want YOU to be the “it-girl” alongside them. Don’t be turned off by their confidence and bold exterior because they’re more than willing to spread that light to their loved ones. They are judged for being a bit selfish, but selfishness is not inherently bad/negative. Leo shows us how to shine without being ashamed.

꩜ Virgo is so much more than Excel, deep-cleaning, and organization. While yes, they value order, they only do so because they are a purifying energy. It’s easier for them to be their best selves and truly lean into the ‘healer’ archetype if their space, and mind, is clear. I’ve personally found that they have incredible intuitions, particularly Virgo rising. Being ruled by Mercury gives them one hell of a perceptive mind. They also are very good teachers/work well with children (Virgo moon/Mercury especially).

꩜ Why does everyone think that beautiful Libra is all golden-hour, Aphrodite, and Coquette aesthetics? As much as those things do play into Libra’s energy, we can’t forget that this sign is exalted in Saturn. Their shadow side is often over-looked or assumed not to exist at all because they are ruled by Venus. Many people are drawn to Libra initially because of their beautiful aura and natural glow, but those that understand Libra stick around because they recognize their depth. Libras can’t forget how multifaceted they are, though — don’t fall victim to the short-sighted projections of others!

꩜ Scorpio, the fiery water sign! Similarly to Libra, I see Scorpio get labeled as moody, brooding, dark, suffering artists. While they do have a tendency for the macabre at times, they cherish the opportunities they get to embrace their lighter side. Curling up with their favorite person and playing Animal Crossing on a couple of bean bags is a dream night to a lot of Scorpios. They have a vast inner world and a similar temperament to Aries (they’re both ruled by Mars, traditionally).

꩜ Sagittarius are, arguably, one of the more open-minded energies in the Zodiac. I feel sometimes their endless questions come across as judgmental to others, when it’s truly just them trying to satiate their curiosity. At their worst, they play Devil’s Advocate, but it’s mainly because they know what it feels like to have your voice dismissed (Sag moons/Mercury, imo). They are open books and love to spend time around different cultures, belief systems, languages, or anything considered “foreign” to them. Very prone to go down Wikipedia rabbit holes.

꩜ Capricorn is often viewed as rigid and cold, but that’s just their auto-pilot persona for before they’re comfortable. Their dry, sardonic humor is truly goat’d (pun intended). As with any Saturnian sign/aspect, these folks tend to carry a heavy burden from a young age. Often times, they love things from the past. History, literature, music, clothing styles, etc. Their “obsession” with money is more so a craving for stability. Capricorns (moons especially) have no problem playing the long game so…do with that information what you will.

꩜ As much as I love the alien Aquarius stereotype, these folks are truly outside-the-box thinkers. They seem “alien” and unable to relate to because they do not fit into any mold that has ever been expected of/placed on them. Also ruled by Saturn (traditionally), Aquarius takes the lessons they go through and usually want to use them to improve the world/their community. I think of them as the more “public” provider rather than an “interpersonal” provider like Capricorn.

꩜ Finally, my lovely Pisces. They’re not crybabies (really, they’re not…that’s Aries)they just have really bad allergies this time of year so give them a break! These little fish are hard to pin down and that’s how they like it. Being perceived really does bother them at times (Pisces stelliums/Moons, esp) so a healthy amount of alone time is a must. I’ve noticed they tend to love statues, plushies, and other artsy/collectible figurine-adjacent things. They’ll also watch holiday movies year-round (Halloween, Christmas, doesn’t matter).

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nobody knows (2)

-> part 1

word count: 3k

genre: established relationship (hard dom x slutty sub)

pairing: hoseok x reader and jungkook x reader

summary:

a few minutes pass as you entertain yourself on some random game on your phone before he messages again. daddy: if you even think of actually going out with a friend i’ll chop their dick off.  me: who said it would be a man?  daddy: have fun then baby don't stay out too late! 

warnings: [please read if you are sensitive] hard dom hoseok!!, needy sub reader!!, hoseok is actually sweeter this time, cheating ig?, reader gets her period, explicit sexual content: idk how i forgot this last time but DADDY KINK, thumb sucking, blowjob, throat-fucking, pictures during sex, shy awkward virgin jungkook, sexting, cum on panties, suggestive language

a.n: i'd let this hoseok ruin my fucking life. this is so fun. can you tell he's my bias >.< tbh im making up all plot on spot i wanted to explore the actual relationship first before we see anything else of jk x reader. hoseok can be sweet... he needs to fuck the reader already!!! anyways thanks for being very patient with me. see you on the next one ^.^

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“baby.” hoseok’s lips are warm against your cheek, hot breath hitting the soft skin. “i’m off to work.”

your voice is groggy, hair a mess, but it doesn’t stop you from flinging out of bed in a pout. “already? you said we could do breakfast.”

“yeah, well plans changed. i really needa finish this song i’m working on. i’ll be back before dinner. no promises though.” hoseok doesn’t hesitate to say the words, he doesn’t look back as he fixes his collar and brushes fingers through his bed hair. an apology would be nice, but it never comes. 

this is the third time this week hoseok misses breakfast, much less makes it to dinner. somehow always managing to create more work for himself and keep busy while you rot away in the dormitory. it wasn’t fair to you, though you can’t really say you didn’t sign up for this. you knew exactly what this lifestyle came with, fame and money only meant hoseok would never truly be yours as you are his and you had to simply respect that. as sad and lonely as you can be at times. 

“but daddy—” 

“not now angel, you’ll be good for me right?” and just like that you succumb to his strong, firm demeanor. he digs his thumb into the fat of your cheeks, flicking your bottom lip. hoseok licks his own, watching your mouth take his thumb. immediately he feels your warm tongue, sucking him in like a vice, mouth so pliant and fuckable. 

he takes that as a ‘yes daddy’ the way you look up at him while you suck on his thumb like the sweet girl you are. eyes heavy and lustful. 

well, if he isn’t gonna do breakfast with you as he promised, you’ll get yours right now. two can play the same game, but only one wins in the end. something tells you that you fall victim to the game anyways, it was never yours to win. 

your hands find his waistband as you look up to him with hopeful eyes. he’ll probably be late if he plays this game, but it’s too much fun to resist. plus, which man on earth is known for rejecting a blowjob. certainly not this one. 

hoseok tugs his pants down, allowing you to pull down his boxers as his cock springs to life. he takes his thumb out of your mouth and caresses your cheek carelessly, smearing your own spit all over it. the things he would do for that face, so pretty and willing. and all fucking his.

you get to work and on your knees immediately. grabbing his cock in your hands, you lick and suck the tip while hoseok throws his head back, feeling you slurp him down. he fails to resist the temptation to fuck your throat so with no warning he holds a tight grip of your hair and forces your head down. mouth hot and tight around him, wetting his cock so nicely. 

eyes springing tears already, but alas he’s not gentle. he fucks your throat and you feel him grow larger in your mouth, drooling spit all over yourself. “fuck baby, you’re perfect.”

you moan airily, struggling to breathe as he thrusts harder, throat stretching for him and him only. just like you were made for it. 

he groans, feeling that warm wet grip swallowing around him. “just like that, such a slut for it. don’t think you deserve my cum.”

you shake your head profusely, sad-eyes looking up at him while sharp eyes mirror your own. his lips tug at the end and he’s smirking watching you desperately beg for it. 

he releases his grip, spit instantly drips from your mouth, covering yourself with your own juices. it’s a mess, but you both love it for different reasons. his dick stands tall and proud, swollen and wet around the tip. 

he starts to fuck his own fist, thanks to you, he doesn’t even got to spit on it anymore. his dick is wet plenty. he watches your lustful eyes crave for it, practically foaming at the mouth for it. though you are still gasping for air, you wish he would just fuck it out of you again. you want him so so so bad. 

your hands try to reach up at him, but he slaps them away, he isn’t rough and it doesn’t really hurt, but the warning is enough for you to drop them back down. your hands start to rub against your bare thighs, iching to release your own arousal. 

“baby’s horny?” it’s like he’s teasing you, almost laughing in your face, his cock is so close to your face you can still taste it. 

you instantly nod though with hopes that he’ll help you out. 

“yeah? you need daddy’s cock inside you?” hoseok taps his cock against your cheek, pre-cum smearing onto it. it’s cruel the way he toys with his food, but what can he do when you react so beautifully to it. you��re just too easy. 

“yes. plu-please.” you whine. 

“yes what.” he barks.

“yes d-daddy. i want it so bad.” 

you hear him hum pleased, as he continues to jack himself off, he’s getting close and you know it, because his eyes start to hood and he’s breathing heavier. all the more of a reason you wish he would just shove it in you, your pussy is dripping wet for it. if only he were to see himself, he would never stop fucking you!

“stand up.” he orders.

fucking finally.

with wobbly legs you stand and he rough pulls down your shorts. a hand still heavy on his cock, gripping the fuck out of it. 

“let me see inside those pretty panties.” 

hoseok wastes no time to nut his seed all over the inside of it, covering your bare cunt with his juices and dripping all over the fabric. you both look down as his cum decorates the inside of your panties so beautifully, both panting at the sight. “stay there.” 

the taller tugs his pants back up and grabs his phone. he pulls you in for a sudden quick kiss before he takes a picture of the mess he made. “such a perfect sub.” 

with another kiss, he puts his phone away and grabs your wrists, tugging your hands off your panties. your panties sit back so prettily and wet against your pussy now. they are sticky and it feels pretty gross against your skin, but you start to forget about it when you feel hoseok’s tongue down your throat. 

he finally pulls away with one final kiss, pulling your shorts back on. “go back to bed baby.”

“but ‘m not tired.” you mumble, still horny as ever. cunt begging for cock. anything. 

“don’t pout angel. it won’t get you anywhere. i’ll be back later. behave.” and with that, hoseok leaves to work (or so he says), leaving you wet and lonely. 

to no surprise, hoseok in fact does not make it to dinner. to your surprise, he’s kind enough to leave you a sweet text message instead though. 

daddy: [attached image] miss that perfect pussy. you’re so beautiful you know that?

me: you missed dinner

daddy: that’s no way to talk to me angel  i said no promises

me: yeah well, i’ll just have dinner with a friend instead ig

daddy: who? 

me: wouldn’t you love to know.

daddy: you know i’ll find out anyways?  like you could hide anything from me

me: you’re an ass

daddy: you are what you eat

you don’t bother to reply nor entertain his not so funny jokes, but your phone buzzes again to absolutely no surprise. however the following message makes your heart fall straight out of your ass. 

daddy: i’m sorry angel.  i promise to be home for dinner tomorrow. is that better? 

the pit of your stomach burns, really it’s the bare fucking minimum, but you can’t help the way it flips into butterflies. a smile forming on your face. 

me: yes daddy

daddy: good girl the very best

a few minutes pass as you entertain yourself on some random game on your phone before he messages again.

daddy: if you even think of actually going out with a friend i’ll chop their dick off. 

me: who said it would be a man? 

daddy: have fun then baby don't stay out too late! 

hoseok’s messages make you giggle so hard. sometimes you forget this is the person you are with, the one you share every little moment with, and the one that would absolutely kill you despite your entire past with him for thinking about someone else. someone younger, bit buffer, close to them. the person they’ve always known all their life. and here you are contemplating doing it all over again. it’s scary how thrilling it all feels. a pawn in your own game and you don’t even know it. 

luckily for you and unfortunately for hoseok, there’s no dinner and especially no friend, but there is jungkook. he’s home again, earlier than everyone, as expected. 

the younger follows the same routine he has as soon as he gets home. he immediately hops into a quick shower and doesn’t come out to eat till way later. busying himself with who knows what. 

jungkook is a bit awkward, more nervous, and careful around you since the whole movie situation, the one where your tits were out by the end of it while he was driving holes into them with his eyes. 

it makes you a bit frustrated. at this point, you're begging for attention and he hardly budges, but you also understand his fear. 

“that was good noona, thanks.” jungkook picks up his plate, rushing to wash it off and lock himself back in his room. 

you hardly ever make dinner like that, but you figured it would be a great way to pass time and an excuse to get off your ass and do something that doesn’t involve rotting away in bed, lonely and horny. and all very much alone. this way, you don’t have to be alone. this way, jungkook fills the empty spot and he doesn’t even know it. 

jungkook is quick in the kitchen and you hate it. you obviously weren’t gonna let this happen, not under these circumstances, and not in this way. not after everything. “jungkookie, can you do me a favor?” 

“s-sure.” his hands are wet from the sink as he places the plate down, eyes hesitant to look up. 

“it’s just, i just got my period and my stomach hurts. a lot.” a hand caresses your tummy lightly, putting pressure where it hurts. thankful that your period arrived after this eventful/uneventful morning. 

“oh… im sorry. can i help?” he asks to be nice, not denying you a damn thing. 

“can you massage it?” you plead without shame.

“me-e?” he stutters, pointing at himself, flushing pink.

“mhm, who else silly!” 

jungkook awkwardly laughs. “yeah okay. lay down noona, i’ll try to make things better.” 

with that your back goes on the couch while you look up at him with sweet eyes. “thank you jungkookie, it feels much better when someone else is doing it.” 

“yeah, of course.” he lamely replies. 

very carefully, you slide your shirt up, revealing much more skin than intended (not really though). the mounds of your breasts sit so pretty like this and it leaves nothing to his imagination. your underboob peaks through and jungkook holds back a sharp gasp.

he refocuses on his mission, hands shaking as he brings them closer. “m gonna touch you now noona.”

though it wasn’t his intention, his suggestive usage of wording nearly makes you moan. you bite your lip to prevent it. 

“please.” you whisper calmly, desperately. 

jungkook nods and cold hands touch your tummy. they are a bit stiff at first because he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but he starts getting a hang of it when he hears you lightly hum pleasantly. 

he explores your skin, with every noise you make filtering his ear he finds what you enjoy and don’t. he rubs feather-like circles against your soft skin, thumbing over curves and your plushy stomach. you feel so warm in his hands and that makes him feel so good, too good. and the fact that he’s never ever done this before. jungkook thinks it's possible he can cum in his pants, just by doing this alone! he’s really, really lame. 

“feels so good, jungkookie.”

“yeah…” he strains, hands heavier on your stomach, but they warm up feeling so nicely against your skin. 

“can you- lower, can you go lower?” 

his hands are barely above, around your belly button, avoiding anything further down, not sure if it is for his own sake or yours. he’s scared and it’s obvious by the lack of movement. 

jungkook avoids your eyes as his hands freeze, hands weighing down on where he was last massaging. “wan— want me lower?”

“yes.” surely he knows what you mean. “please.” 

“oh- okay.” the younger says nothing more. 

jungkook resumes his movements, his hands going much further down your stomach, just right above your waistband. he thumbs your underwear, trying very hard to hold his breath whenever his fingertips come in contact with the thin yellow fabric whilst still rubbing patterns into your lower belly. he’s hoping you don’t hear how heavy and much faster his breathing has gotten. he’s struggling for air, face beet red. not sure if it’s out of embarrassment or his own humiliation driving him nuts. 

he’s not sure what he’s doing anymore. or what has gotten into him. it’s like his dream is set right before his eyes and yet he knows he really shouldn’t be here and doing this. much less with someone like you, but for whatever reason he can’t stop. 

“f-feels better?” jungkook asks, light-airy voice. 

“much, much better.” you reply truthfully, your stomach buzzing warmly. your eyes take in every movement on his face. from his eyes to his nose, to the way his cheeks puff as he breathes. he’s beautiful. much more when you have him this close, and nothing is stopping you from what you do next. 

jungkook’s breath hitches when he feels your soft lips on his cheek. eyes nearly bulging out his sockets because he doesn’t believe his reality. this just can’t be. no one has ever shown this much interest in him. especially not someone as untouchable as you.

it lasts no longer than ten seconds, but jungkook turns into jelly within that time. you aren’t sure why you do it, but it’s the only reasonable way you could possibly come up with to show your appreciation for all he’s done. for being sweet and patient. he’s too generous for his own good. 

“thank you jungkookie, you’re so sweet.” he doesn’t even realize you’ve already pulled away and his hands are no longer feeling your heated flesh until he’s watching you walk away, hiding behind the door to your room. hoseok’s room. yours and hoseok’s room. he shouldn’t be feeling like this, but he can’t help the way his stomach twists in knots. 

jungkook is left completely speechless, confused. 

he shamefully walks back to his own room with no other word, skipping his night routine completely. fuck skincare, he can go a night without it. he’ll manage. 

that night, hoseok arrives fairly early. well at least, earlier than usual. you’re still awake when you feel his hand on your hip, feeling his lips pecking the tip of your ear. 

“you’re home?” 

“yeah, got off a bit earlier than expected. did you eat?” he asks quietly, thoughtful enough to not disturb others. hoseok’s lips still softly kissing behind your ear, practically making you melt into the bed. if you could purr, you are more than sure you’d start purring right about now. hoseok has always been very hands-on, it’s what you adore about him. always making it known how much he wants and needs you. 

“i did. have you?” you ask to be polite, though you most likely already know the answer. hoseok may be busy, but he never skips his meals. his discipline is insane. he’s busy, but not ever enough to starve himself. he cares about his mental and physical being just as much as everything else. and he plans on keeping it that way for as long as he lives. 

“yeah. they brought take-out from that one place in downtown you like.” 

that calls for your slightest attention, shifting your face from your pillow to face him, even in the dark your eyes find his. “zuki’s?”

“mhm.” hoseok steals a kiss like this, sharing a breath as he continues. “that very one.”

“lucky.” you pout, sadly with cramps still lingering around your pelvic area. 

“yeah… i brought you some.” he says so nonchalantly. 

the older laughs when he feels you shove yourself, full force onto him, hugging him with all your might. “really?!”

“yes, left it in the fridge for tomorrow.” hoseok pauses, fingers tangled in your blow dried hair and breathes in your sweet fresh scent. “unless you wanna eat a late night meal then be my guest.” 

“well, i just got my period so...” you contemplate that damn meal, almost sorta justifying your not-so-healthy options.

“then let’s go. i’ll sit with you while you eat.” your boyfriend decides for you instead, tugging you up very gently without another word. 

there’s was nothing more to say or decide, hoseok watched as you ate the meal very pleasantly, humming here and there, devouring it all in minutes. you were a very happy, happy girl. and hoseok was a happy man watching you eat so easily. he’d do it all over again if it meant he could see that perfect smile all the time. 

and like that, you forget all about today and what made you upset. you are so stupid to think he could ever not love you and care for you. who else than him. even if you have heavily committed your mistakes, so has he, but he loves you, and nothing else matters. 

but then again, in another room, jungkook is tearing himself up for it. even though, he’s not really at fault. is he? it sure feels like it is anyways. 

at least, it felt that way after beating his cock raw and swollen. flashbacks from earlier crowding his virgin-mind. he’s so so fucked, it’s laughable. pathetic really.

jungkook tries so hard to ignore it and at first he succeeds, but then he hears a bubble of laughter coming from the room beside him and he knows he’s been beaten once again. 

“i love you.” 

“i love you too baby.” 

that’s the last thing jungkook hears before he falls into a deep sleep, eventually succumbing to his exhaustion and overthinking mess. the crowding anxious thoughts die for the first time that night.

[de4thbycre4tion]

I feel like the only character we see being depicted as having an ed in the Marauders fandom is Regulus (and sometimes Sirius) because of the way they were raised, but the girls are never struggling with it. Which is completely irrealistic, since girls are very very often the victims of eds (not saying that men are never affected by them, but it's less often).

I have an eating disorder myself, I've had both binge eating disorder and anorexia (currently recovering from the latter) and it just makes so much sense to me for girls to have/have had an ed.

Writing eating disorders can be very complicated, especially if you've never had one, but even if you have, capturing the complete obsession that food becomes through words can be very hard, but I'm still disappointed that I've never read a single fic in which it's even mentionned. I get that it's a sensitive subject, but like... Not even a single hint at it is very disappointing to me

Here's some of my fav hcs:

I've always pictured Lily as having binge eating disorder, I can see so much of me in her, (craving academic validation, overworking herself, feeling like a burden, sibling issues, etc) and to me she binges as a form of comfort, whenever she feels sad or angry or just a little down she binges on anything she can find. She binges until she feels sick and sometimes throw up because her stomach just can't take it. She always feels guilty and always tells herself she'll stop but always comes back to it all throughout her (sadly short) life.

For Mary, I feel like her family has always taught her to love her body and that size doesn't matter but she still fell in the trap of anorexia in her teenage years (another thing I can relate to lol) and she feels so bad for telling people to just accept themselves and eat as much as they need when she herself starves herself and hates her body. She cries over not having a thigh gap and oversexualise herself to get compliments because let's be honest, when you have anorexia you live off of other's perception of you. She feels validated and happy when people tell her she looks worrying.

Marlene, to me, does have a weird relatonship with her body, but she never had an ed. She plays quidditch regularly and has a pretty fast metabolism, so she's naturally skinny compared to Lily or Mary, so weight isn't a problem to her. Her biggest problem is that she has the biggest case of body disphmorphia. If she closes her eyes she couldn't picture herself in her mind even if she tried. She's always wearing oversized clothes and avoiding mirrors because looking at her own body is confusing, if not even scary to her. She doesn't have a clue what she looks like and she hates when people comment on her looks, positively or negatively.

This is getting long so I'll stop here but part 2 about the Black sister is here!

[matixv]

Domme Wanda Maximoff x Sub girl reader

Summary: Wanda isn’t used to her powers, she is still learning how to use them. Her lack of knowledge leads her to make more victims than expected, forcing the avenger team to leave her at home on their next mission. All the News on television are calling her a Monster, someone dangerous, not to be trusted. Once at home, Wanda uses you as a way to take the anger off and shows you how much of a Monster she can be. You aren’t used to seeing her going so rough on you, but in some ways, you like it, and not only a little.

Warnings: smut, kinda dark Wanda, kinda cnc but still safe?, pain, anal sex, strap ons, spanking, belt spankings, spitting, hair pulling, worshipping, aftercare, Wanda is mad at the world, bdsm, restraints, big strap on, mention of blood, scratching, degrading names, pain play, praise.

Words: 3.3 k

Ok! So this was a request, and I hope I satisfied what you were looking for. I couldn’t write REALLY dark Wanda just because I want to keep my page safe for littles or really sensitive subs, but I still tried my best.

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You comfortably sat on the couch, the tv sharing loud and annoying information about useless things you didn’t even care about. You were waiting for news about Wanda and the other Avengers, news about their accomplished mission without any victim, news about another city being saved by your wonderful girlfriend. She had warned you about the possibility of not hearing about her for days, even weeks, but you trusted her to keep you up to date about the occurring events.

You melted into the cozy red couch you and Wanda chose back then, when you bought your first house together. Red was your color: the furniture was mostly red, Wanda’s powers were red, your safe word was red. You soon discovered that a normal relationship wasn’t suited for the both of you, you wanted more, a dynamic possibly? A Dom/Sub one. It didn’t take long to discover who was who, you submitted to her since the first day.

As you were thinking about the past, Wanda’s name appeared on the huge screen, but not in the way you were expecting. The reporter had a deadly serious face, not a inch of positivity in his facial expression: “Avenger Wanda Maximoff wasn’t more than a obstacle to the dream team! The Scarlett Witch killed an entire building of innocent people trying to defeat the enemy with her powers. Her teammates immediately jumped into action, leading her away from the scene before her powers could get out of control. Luckily many of the people were saved, but we are not expecting to see the red head any time soon, as the Avengers decided to bench her”

The cup of tea you were holding crashed onto the floor, tea spilling everywhere on your carpet. You couldn’t believe that; you were sure Wanda was more than capable to control her powers, to use them for good. Something must have happened. You slowly got up, cleaning the mess you made, waiting for anything: a text, a phone call… anything.

As you knelt on the cold floor, your phone rang. It was Natasha. Why was she calling you? Did something happened to Wanda? You knew how easily your girlfriend could slip into a dark headspace, a bothered one, where flashbacks and Memories tried to eat her alive. You definitely couldn’t control or read her mind, but it wasn’t hard to understand, she was an open book for you.

“Nat? Hey, is everything okay? Please tell me she is fine! Is she hurt anywhere? Do you need any help? Because you know I can be there in a few hours, I don’t even need the Jet, I just need to pack a bag and-“ you started venting before she could talk.

“Y/n, she is fine, she is driving home to you”.

“Oh”. You froze on your spot, giving yourself time to take in what she just said. Wanda usually gave herself a few days after her Missions to recover from the stress and the tiredness the use of her powers led to. She would spend those days in the Avengers cave, in her room. “Are you sure she is okay? She… she never comes home right after her missions, it isn’t something she would normally do. D-Did you check on her before she started driving?”

“She looked fine, she just wanted to be home with you. I bet she wants your comfort” Natasha smiled on the other side of the phone. No, you thought, she didn’t want your comfort. You were just a way to seek comfort. Natasha and Clint were the only two people to know about your dynamic, but it was still a sore spot for them. “Please, be safe, and don’t hesitate to call back”

“Yes, Nat. Thank you for everything” you thanked her ending the phone call.

Wanda would be here soon, and you had no idea how to prepare for her arrival. Once she walked through the door, she used to hug you and hold you tight, but what would happen if she didn't? What would have happened if she needed anything else?

You decided not to overthink and went to tale a hot shower, the water pouring on your head, you melting under the soft jet. You instantly felt relaxed, your muscles loosened, your mind felt almost empty from anxiety. If Wanda needed something, you were there to give her what she wanted.

You took your time, washing your hair throughly. You shaved and covered your body in lotion, carefully massaging your legs and arms. Once out of the shower, you dried your hair and wore some comfortable clothes: a black crop top, a pair of grey sweatpants and some cozy home underwear. You weren't there to impress anyone after all.

As you peered into the kitchen, you noticed a faint noise of someone moving things around, but no one was standing there. You walked into the room and saw the reason of the noise: Wanda was sat at the table, moving things around with her powers. From the table to the living room, from the living room to the library, from the library to the counters, and from the counters to the table again.

You tried to catch the book she was controlling, but the item was moving too fast. You touched it with the pad of your fingers, breaking Wanda's hex and making the book fall on the floor. You searched for her eyes. Red.

"Hands behind your back!" She yelled, getting up from her chair. You immediately assumed the position, without her having to tell you twice. "See, that's what happens when people ruin everything, when people don't trust my powers". She walked up to you, her face only a couple inches away from yours. Suddenly, you felt her hand gripping the back of your neck and forcing you to look down at the book.

Her hand was obviously leaving a mark on your skin, it burned and her nails were deeply scratching your scalp. "I-I'm sorry, Wanda" you apologized, taken aback at the roughness of her actions. "It won't happen again"

"Address me properly, you fucking useless slut" she hissed leaning closer to your ear, her red aurea making you fall deeply in your sub space. "Try again" she ordered.

"I'm sorry Mistress, it won't happen again". With that, she released the back of your neck, making you fall on the ground on your knees. You looked up at her, searching for a little compassion in her piercing scarlet eyes, finding nothing more than her will to prove herself that she was indeed a monster, a sinful one.

You perfectly knew what her lustful glance was asking for, she was ready for you to praise her for her work, to appreciate her for whatever reason could come up to mind. You slowly crawled near her legs, leaning into them and hugging her from your place on the floor. 

Her face softened, giving you a hint or sweetness. Her hand slowly rested on your previously abused scalp, moving your hair delicately, giving you the opportunity to rest and breathe. Your Wanda was home with you, and it didn't matter if she wanted to be a Monster or herself.

"Praise me, tell me I'm a monster" she whispered.

You clung more to her legs, taking in the scent of her skin. "Mistress, I'm so proud of you for her work, you did amazing. You showed yourself for who you are, for the monster you are, it was wonderful to watch even from home. Your powers are the strongest ones, the Avengers wouldn't have done it without you and your wizardry"

Her hand subtly grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking them backwards until your mouth was forced open, eyes fixed on the ceiling. She lowered until her mouth was just in front of yours, and spitted in it, yanking your hair forward once you swallowed obediently. "On your feet, bend over the table". She was pretending to be a monster, but the helping hand she gave you to stand up said otherwise.

"Y-Yes Mistress, thank you" You whimpered, bending over the table as quickly as you could, not wanting her to wait any longer. You heard some familiar clicking, it was unmistakable, it was her belt. You tried to stay still, not wanting to make the things worst, but it was not enough.

"Stop squirming!" She yelled. You felt the sound of the leather item on your sweatpants before you even felt the stinging pain that came with it. "Control your fucking body or I'll do it for you, and trust me, it won't be pleasant"

"Yes Mistress"

When she said she would have controlled your body, she didn’t mean tying you down or handcuffing you, that was too easy for Wanda. She meant using her powers to force your hands behind your back or behind your head, forcing your legs open so you couldn’t close them.

You decided to obey before any similar thought crossed her mind. Your palms were touching the cold wooden table, your nipples were poking through your shirt and your eyes were concentrated on what was in front of you.

“Ouch” you whispered, laying your forehead on the cool surface as you felt another stinging swat coming down on your rear. Another one hit you and another one again.

You felt her mumble something to herself while she was abusing your backside with her belt: “they want to see the monster uh? They will see the monster then. That’s what happens when you try to help! You think the other Avengers haven’t killed anyone during their careers? Natasha was literally a trained assassin! For fuck sakes”

Each word was interrupted by the belt landing on your bottom, with you trying not to cry at the pain.

After a minute of pause, you thought it was over, but you were wrong. She grabbed you by your hair, pushing you throughout the house. Your eyes were blurred by the tears and you just let her guide you to the place she wanted you the most: your bed. When she released the grip she had on you, you immediately fell on the soft mattress, a great contrast to the hard table you were bent on.

She was looking at you expectantly from above, her eyes glancing between your neck and your face. “You look so pathetic, as everyone else” she almost barked. “And to think that I came home for you. You are good only at being used, at being my toy, a fucking object”

“You are a Monster, Wanda” you whispered.

Her glance turned from hate to rage. You didn’t even notice her raised hand before it made contact with your right cheek, sending you pain through your nerves. You didn’t have time to recover that she was already ripping your clothes from your body, until you laid naked on the bed.

“How dare you?” She whispered, leaning over your body to reach your ear. “The audacity, the disrespect, after everything I’ve done for you?”

She roughly kissed your lips, biting your lower lip with her teeth. Grabbing your chin with her hand, she tilted your head to the side to have better access to your neck, biting and sucking your pulse point quickly after. “Mistress, please, I need more, I need you” you pleaded.

You glanced at her when she was removing her clothes, her red jacket and her black jeans quickly landed on the floor, and now she was standing just in her bra and panties, giving full dominant vibes.

“That’s right, you need me, everyone needs me”

Her movements were quick and planned, maybe she thought about doing this since the mission was over?

As you laid on the bed, her knee reached in between your legs, sending shivers down your spine. You tried to grind on her to get more pleasure, but the result was far away from your plans. You felt something around your hands, but it wasn’t physical: her powers were forcing you still on the bed, you had no control on your body anymore.

“No, No, please Mistress, I beg you”

All your attempts to convince her to give you what you needed had been in vain, Wanda was not doing it for your pleasure, but for her own. While one of her hands was focused on holding you down, the other was traveling lower and lower on your body. First she took a nipple of yours between her fingers, squeezing it until it left a purple mark around the areola, then she headed towards your pussy, where instead she immediately reached your clitoris, slapping it violently.

“Miss!” You yelled, snapping your head up from the bed.

The one in front of you wasn’t your usual Wanda, it was like a real monster had taken over her empathy. Yes, you both liked to cause and receive pain, but this was another kind of scene. She liked the idea of causing you pain so you wouldn’t enjoy it, just for the pleasure of seeing you suffer. It was like being in bed with Scarlet Witch, the one who had everything taken from her and had nothing but pain.

Furthermore, she didn’t let you touch her, and it was really odd from Wanda, she loved your touch.

Suddenly you felt your hands become freer, almost light. You realized that Wanda had freed you from her powers. But before you could move, your body was picked up and turned around, so that you were on all fours. With your eyes you noticed the last drawer of the bedside table opening, and the strap with attached the biggest dildo of your property attached. Your eyes sparkled at that promise, soon Wanda would have taken you the way you craved the most.

Despite her rush, she took her time with your cunt. You felt two fingers deep into your pussy, angled towards your g point. “Fuck!” You screamed at the sudden intrusion.

“As much as I would have liked to split you in half with my strap, I’m good enough to use my fingers beforehand” she added, spanking your ass with the other hand.

When she removed her fingers, your hands squeezed the comforter that covered the bed, and after a second, you were penetrated by the strap. The dildo was huge, everything was burning and you felt like your body couldn’t stand such an intrusion. "I can’t do it Miss, it’s too big, it’ll split me in two"

She laughed at your cries, only pounding harder into your aching pussy. She leaned forward after a particular hard thrust, and scratched your back with her nails, almost brining your skin to bleed. “If you think THIS will break you in half, just wait for what’s coming after”

Everything was amplifying: your screams, her grunts of pleasure, the wet sound of the strap that came in and out violently. You were being catapulted into a world where all you could feel was what was happening from your waist down. “Miss please, let me cum” You cried, fisting the sheets harder as your knuckles almost turned white.

“Cum, give me what’s mine!” She ordered. And you did as she said, your orgasm came crashing and you couldn’t do nothing more than scream and cry. “That’s it, you are my cum slut, that’s what you are good for!”

Your body fell weak on the bed, your cheeks wet with your tears. She almost collapsed on you, but avoided the crash by holding herself up with her hands. Her breathing was fast, her hair messy and her forehead sweaty. Her voice was guttural, coming from the back of her throat. “Am I a monster?” She asked, never meeting your eyes.

You just nodded, turning your head so your forehead could rest on the softness. If I agree, she would be satisfied, you thought. But you were wrong.

“Maybe I wasn’t hard enough to you? Yeah, you need something more, don’t you?”

When she turned you to lay on your stomach again, you were just preparing yourself for another round. It wouldn’t have been the first time you came more than once in one session, the contrary would have been unusual.

But it only took you a few seconds and a excruciating pain to realize that her plans were very different. Wanda would never do something like that without telling you, right? She would have prepared you carefully, and she would have made the event a special occasion to get even closer and bond with you . Your hopes faded when the pain reached the rest of your body, making you realize what was happening.

Your girlfriend, your beautiful, red-haired, blue-eyed girlfriend, had just penetrated your butthole.

You never talked about anal sex, you haven’t even tried with anyone of your past lovers. It was such an intimate place and you didn’t trust anyone with it; but you trusted Wanda, it just wasn’t the way you expected your first time to be.

“WANDA!” You screamed. “OUT! NOW!”

When you felt your stretched hole being empty again, you let out a relieved cry, feeling the pain spreading around your legs and stomach. You just brought your legs to your chest, sobbing loudly into your knees. “You are a Monster” you cried, hoping you satisfied her enough.

She unbuckled her strap, making it fall to the ground. Her expression was numb, it was like she wasn’t feeling anything at all.

You ignored her as she walked inside your bathroom, hearing the water of the shower hitting the floor. She was getting a shower and washing the day off of her. You were glad she decided to let you by yourself after what just happened, you needed your time to understand.

Your head was making you overthink your entire relationship. Was she the right woman for you? Was she the domme you chose at the beginning of your story? Were you enough to satisfy her needs? Maybe she need a stronger woman like Nat or Yelena to be happy. Now you were just waiting for her to lecture and leave you.

As you heard the bathroom door opening, you hid your head in your pillow, hoping for everything to end soon.

You felt a fresh cloth touching your skin, a delicate sensation, almost frightened by physical contact. When you opened your eyes, Wanda’s silhouette was kneeling beside the bed, and she was cleaning you of the sweat and blood on your body. Her eyes were glossy, her lips chewed.

When she stood up, you flinched back, but her expression at your scared frame, was beyond sorrowful. “I’m sorry” she whispered, sitting next to you. She carefully cleaned your most intimate areas, but it only resulted in you hissing and scrunching in pain at any attempt or reaching your backside or your pussy. “Shh, it’s okay, everything will be okay” Wanda kept speaking softly, giving you the time to relax.

“I’m sorry for your mission” you cried, reaching for her hand. You needed soft physical contact, you missed her.

“It’s okay, I was mad at myself and… at the world, but now I’m not mad anymore. My heart was hurting because I wanted to be helpful and save people, but I only made a mess and now tue world hates me”. That almost made you cry, her poor eyes glistening under the sunlight were a evident proof of her pain.

“Lay next to me”. Your hand reached for her chin, tilting it up so you could look into her eyes, her beautiful and sweet eyes. “You need to rest, we both need to rest”

She silently agreed, lying next to you and hugging you tightly, like if she was afraid you would disappear at any point. “I won’t go away, Wanda, I’m here” you whispered.

“I’m sorry, stay, please”

“I will, rest now”

[tothesoundofthefreakyclock]

Era IV - V Ghouls HCs (part 1)

Color shows who made what hc - reblogs are appreciated!

Disclaimer!! We don't call Sodo, well... Sodo. We instead call him Smoke.

Basics

Phantom and Aurora are siblings with Aurora being the older sibling. Back in the Pits since they were ghoul kits they've been inseparable. They were summoned together. Can be a bit chaotic with each other if left alone together, but the moment Swiss joins in they'll all need to be watched like a hawk.

It took a while for Mountain, Smoke, and Aether to warm up to Copia as frontman since they were used to Terzo

Ghoulettes have girls night every week. They blast white girl bangers all night

Ghouls send Copia the ant with bindle photo when he scolds them to get out of trouble (it always works)

While most ghouls like to play fight, Swiss and Aurora do it the most and it’s usually pretty intense so the others avoid with them unless feeling particularly worked up. You would think they were actually trying to kill each other but no

Cirrus, Cumulus, Smoke, and Swiss watch those shitty reality TV shows to point fun at humans and the awful things they do. This is nearly a weekly thing if any of them have time to hang out with free time.

Cumulus and Cirrus always would send messages with at least one emoticon

We know Mountain is the tallest, but the smallest current ghouls are both Cumulus and Aurora at 5’3”. However, they are not the smallest ghouls of modern day Ghost (that title goes to Mist at 4'10" aka three sauces tall.)

Smoke/Dewdrop

He/they

Summoning day is June 21st, 2015

Favorite animal is pangolins because they look like dragons

Transmasc (ftm)

Went by Dewdrop when water ghoul, but changed it to Smoke when he became a fire ghoul

Middle child energy

He still has some fin-like features on him, but not as much as before. Some water ghouls could have scales like fish, so you'd have to squint to see the patches of scales on Smoke. They were larger when he was still water. The fire features kinda override it.

Not mean (unless it's Aether /j), just easily irritated

Would never get angry at any ghoulettes. He drinks respect women juice everyday. He most definitely fears Cirrus sometimes

Sometimes joins the ghoulettes with their girls night just to get away from all the chaos, especially after a rough week

Will sell Aether's non-existent soul for a single corn chip

Ok he actually does care about Aether, but he just has limits to his shenanigans.

Has a huge crush on Aurora, but can't find any way to express it so he just runs away the moment she looks at him. Ran into walls and door frames multiple times because of this.

Since he was transformed into a fire ghoul instead of naturally born like that, the features a fire ghoul would normally have are weaker with him (ex: he doesn’t radiate much heat from his body)

Wants affection and then bites when he’s had enough like a cat

Doesn’t take criticism very well

Aether

He/him

Summoning day is June 24th, 2015

Favorite animal is tigers because of how big they are and goofy they can be at times

One of my three weed smoking girlfriends

Little sibling energy that Smoke the main victim of

One of the most kindest ghouls you'll meet

He has some knowledge in healing and health, so if any of the ghouls, or anyone who is close to him in general, are sick or injured they go straight to Aether

He does that thing where he gets his hands wet and flings his fingers out to get water on Smoke

Helped take care of and watch over ghoul kits back in the Pits

He is still around the Ministry after leaving Ghost and still hangs out with the others when they're not touring.

If he could wear socks in sandals all the time he would

Very sensitive. Cries at those sad dog ads and donates the Ministry’s money

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Mountain

He/they

Summoning day is June 19th, 2015

Favorite animal is ram since he has similar horns like them and how tough they are when butting heads with each other

Gentle giant

Has long, dark black hair that is super soft to touch and doesn’t mind the others playing with his hair

Ghoul equivalent to a golden retriever

Like a big brother to Smoke and Aether

Doesn't hunt like the other ghouls. He is able to control his urges, and plus there's already food inside so why bother

Plant dad. Even if you give him a fake plant he'll still love and cherish it. Names them all

Usually will have to stop Smoke from trying to lunge for Aether’s throat

Taller than the average earth ghoul at 7’3”. There were bruises on his face because of walking right into door frames when first summoned. Gets front passenger seat privileges

Keeper of air jail (lifting somebody up if they are causing trouble) Grabbing em by the scruff when the others are fighting

Rain

Any pronouns

Summoning day is July 18th, 2016

Favorite animal is blue marlin because of how fast it can swim and the sword-like appendage on their noses

Likes to keep fishies

Can only sleep when it’s pitch black

Has shark like features (the teeth, tail, sense of smell, etc)

Not shy at all, but just not very social. Possible social anxiety? Yes social anxiety bc projection

Eats the rainbow aquarium rocks like they're Nerds candy.

Mainly sticks around with Mountain since the two have good chemistry.

Gets mad at his own hiccups

Genderfluid

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Cumulus

She/ey

Summoning day is April 4th, 2016

Favorite animal is mourning dove because of how they coo

Wine aunt

Anxiety. Not too terrible, but it still is awful

Would bring a dead animal inside after hunting and call it her Girl Dinner™

Literal Disney princess. She could sing and birds would fly to her to sing along

Terrified when first summoned. Glued to Cirrus’ side for the first six months

She is one of the sweetest ghoulettes, but she has quite a bit of weird and creepy pictures and items that will freak people out. Her and Swiss send each other cursed images and videos

Very motherly and protective of the others

Loves to wear fluffy, cloud-like clothing

Link to part 2 will be here soon!

[kimmexart]

hey..🌚should do a match up with me and dbd/slashers... (we both know who i really wanna be paired up with)

okie dokie so my personality is pretty quiet and timid around others. i don't talk much at school (even with my friends LMAO) and i always have my headphones on. im desi with pretty light olive skin (i have no melatonin) and brown eyes! i have dyed burgundy hair that runs up to my breasts that's naturally a little wavy but i always straighten it because i HATE how it looks natural. i have wispy bangs too :3

my hobbies are batman, i literally collect all batman related things, cats, horror movies, video games, drawing and baking. and writing heheheh!! im an INTP and im a huge rainy day and gilmore girls and gothic architecture lover >.‹

i'm 5'4 and i'm extremely sensitive so id prefer my lover to be someone who's quiet and understanding yk, someone who doesn't make fun of me for crying easily or being clingy. i collect ghostface merch for a living as well LMAO.

my appearance isn’t very skinny but i’m not chubby either, i’m like literally in the middle. i have barely a tummy but i have thicker thighs and a round face. i work out everyday by going to the gym when it’s about to close )because i prefer not socializing with others) and i do cardio and pilates.

sorry this is kinda messy i’ve never done one of these before but i saw your page and your cute lil match ups and i knew i had to!! thank you 💗💗

HAHAH ILY ILL DO YOUR RESIDENT EVIL ONE ON A SEPARATE ONE 😫😫 but i’ve been working crazy hours so i apologize if it’s late and sloppy 🙁🫶

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I shall match you with…

Ghostface (Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson)

******

You were supposed to be one of his victims. A silly little one you are, he followed you home. Lurking in the shadows and thank to the help of the loud music blasting from your headphones masking his footsteps.

He had been following you for weeks now as the days went by he grew more and more intrigued. He hid in the darkness creeping outside one of the windows as he watched you play one of your favorite video games.

“What your favorite scary movie?” his voice was low, but smooth you didn’t recognize the voice as you picked up the phone.

“who’s this?” you asked pushing your eyebrows in confusion pausing the video game. The voice on the other end let out a dry chuckle “Answer the question.”

“Well, i guess… (insert Favorite Movie)” You said softly.

“a classic” he responded with a approving hum as he flipped the knife in between his fingers “I knew i liked y’a”

“uh, okay?” you respond awkwardly “anyways.. im busy i should go now” you cleared your throat hanging up the phone before he could stop you.

*ring*

*ring*

The phone began to ring soon after, “Look leave me the fuck alo-“ You blurted through the open line as you held the phone up to your ear.

“Your gonna get it now!” His voice was more sharper and direct. it caused you to tense almost instantly “You don’t get to hang up the phone doll! that isn’t how it works.”

A creaking sound made your head snap to the direction. your eyes glanced over to the window that was once closed now wide open with the moonlight peeking through, and a breeze pushing the curtains.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you dropped the phone and made a run for it, “Logical as always babe!” It was the man over the phone- however his voice was somewhere in your house.

He followed you into your bedroom, a grin underneath his mask as he stared at the closet “i only wanna play” he said with a chuckle “tell me about that scary movie” he crouches infront of the closet door.

You peeked through the small crack to see the cheap mask and leather cloak, your pupils completely dilated unable to respond.

he played with the blade his leather gloves gliding over the knife, “your no fun like this” he said forcing the closet door open, weeks- that’s how long he prepared for this moment he forced your body to the ground straddling your hips. He used his left hand to pin your hands over your head which the knife in his right.

You squirmed and screamed at him to stop trying to free yourself.

He held the knife tightly as he stabbed the knife- he aimed for your head but instead it buried itself into the wood flooring besides your head.

He let out a shakey breath, this was the first time he wasn’t able to kill his victim. How he hated this feeling- he failed. Weeks of preparation and now when having you all to himself he couldn’t.

This was going to be his masterpiece, the perfect crime

The crime no one will ever forget.

“Fuck.” he muttered underneath the mask as he pulled the knife out from the ground and forced himself off.

“Fuck!” he said placing the bottom of his boot against your chest. He looked down at you full of anger and annoyance even if you couldn’t see his reaction you knew. Letting out a small cry as you tried to force his shoe off. “i’m watching, i’m always going to be fucken watching” he says before he disappeared into the night.

————

“So that’s all that happened?” The pale man across from you type, a small scar on his forehead.

Your head was in your hands in frustration and Annoyance hearing the constant typing from his computer “Yes Danny” you said curtly.

The two of you were at a cafe, Danny was a journalist who had heard about your experience with the new serial killer- who you found out was named ‘Ghostface’

“It was as if he could kill me- no he wanted to” you said taking a small sip of your warm drink “He tried- but couldn’t he wasn’t weak at all, he was… amazing”

His fingers froze, Danny’s eyes glanced back up at you. he was flustered by the fact you called him ‘Amazing’

He nodded “Well,” he clears his throat before continuing “Just be more aware of your surroundings from now on, maybe have some friends stay over”

“i just moved here, im new and don’t have friends or family in town” you said with a small sigh.

He knew that of course, He wasn’t stupid he did stalk you for weeks following you around town and going through your stuff at home to learn more about you.

he wrote his number on a small sticky note “call me, i’ll be your friend” he said with a dry chuckle

as he laughed your eyes flickered in recognition but only for a moment. something about him was off, you couldn’t pin point what. brushing off those thoughts you gave him a small smile and nod “thank you Danny,”

you hand gently brushed over his as you grabbed the stick note.

He’s truly become obsessed with you.

———-

Danny huffed in annoyance as he hooked the last victim onto the hook. He walked away he dug into his cloak pulling out a photo of you.

A frown decorated his lips as he waited for the entity to start a new trial, he missed you dearly you were his favorite victim and partner.

His fingers gently grazed over the folded polaroid.

—————

(What if like, you just appeared in a trail as a new survivor bc the entity was getting tired of danny lacking. But you would only see him as ghostface and not danny. but like would he kill you?) 😫😫 making me think about the yummy angst taht could come from this.

It was between him or Legion 😫😫 but we both know why i picked danny. anyways i luv this idea. i usually write it out differently like sections but this is something new. it’s 2 am so if it’s messy i’m sorrryyyy. I luv writing danny as mean but silly. Hope you enjoy!!!

[that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict]

My Pretty Girl ♡

Idol! Seungmin × afab reader (established relationship)

Seungmin comes home one day, exhausted from a full day of recording and tiring choreographies, to see y/n crying. Being the concerned boyfriend he is, of course he immediately approaches and asks her what's wrong...

CW: Mentions of insecurities, reader was a victim of bullying and is extremely insecure of their appearance, suggestive(???), fluff

Seungmin sighed in relief as he stepped into the apartment, the heated interior providing a pleasuring contrast to the chilly weather outside. After a long day of recording new tracks and learning vigorous dance choreographies, he was looking forward to coming home and spending time with you, his favourite person (not counting the 7 Idiots that he worked with on a daily basis).

He walked into the living room, surprised that the lights were off. Usually when he came home late from his idol job, you would be up watching a movie or playing video games, nevertheless awaiting his arrival home. He shrugged off his winter jacket, squinting through his brown fringe as he glanced around the apartment.

"Y/N? I'm home!"

Silence. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, clearly confused.

"Y/N?"

His sensitive ears perked up at a small sound coming from your shared room down the hallway. He quietly padded over to the entrance, and looked round the slightly ajar door. The confusion on his face turned to shock when he recognised your silhouette shaking underneath the covers on your shared king-sized bed, accompanied by muffled sobs. He immediately strided over to the bed, sitting down next to your hidden figure and bending over to hug the lump of blankets that was you. You, on the other hand, snapped out of your sobbing trance the moment you felt your boyfriend's familar weight on you. You quickly ducked out from under the blankets, subtly using the back of your hand to wipe at your face. You threw back the covers and came face-to-face with Seungmin's dark, puppy-like eyes.

"Seungie? You're home earlier than usual..."

"What d'you mean? It's nearly midnight. I always come home around this time on weekdays?"

Your breath hitched at his words. Have you been crying for that long? You unknowingly started fidgeting with your nails, which were short and chewed down. Seungmin noticed this, and lightly gripped your wrists to stop you. Your teary eyes met his once more.

"Y/N, did something happen? Why were you crying?"

"...I wasn't crying."

"Don't lie to me, pup. Your eyes are red and still teary, and I could hear you just now."

Your gaze dropped, and you continued to stare silently at your hands in his larger, warmer ones. Nothing could ever get past Kim Seungmin, you knew that. Yet you still tried to hide things from him. You were snapped out of your thoughts by Seungmin's voice again.

"Why were you crying?"

"I...I just happened to come across some old screenshots from high-school, while I was clearing my gallery storage...it was screenshots of some old messages and photos that these girls in my class had sent to each other...they were all making fun of me and trash-talking me..."

Hot tears sprouted at your eyes as you recalled the cruel text messages and crudely photoshopped images of you from nearly a decade ago. Seungmin was quiet. Did he think you were being oversensitive, or something? Your heart almost jumped to your throat when he spoke.

"What...what did they say about you?"

"I don't know...they were calling me ugly, and...and making fun of my appearance...whatever, its fucking stupid, I know I'm overreacting-"

"You're not ugly."

You looked back up at your boyfriend, tears already starting to slide down your face at the painful memories. He kept a firm grip on your wrists, moving one hand to your shoulder to pull you into his chest.

"What?"

"I said, you're not ugly, Y/N. I tell you that you're the most gorgeous and sweetest girl I've ever met, everyday. Even if people still say bad things about you now, I'll stick by your side and defend you, because I love you and cherish the person you are on the inside-out, okay? You may not see it that way, but I do. You may find it hard to accept, but that's why I'm here."

He leaned down to your eye-level, flashing his signature dorkily adorable grin.

"You're probably not feeling too good about yourself now, aren't you?"

"No, Seungie..."

"Okay. Then let me remind you that you're anything but ugly, and that whoever says otherwise, I'll find them and beat them into their senses."

"...Seungie, you don't work out."

"...okay, I'll call Changbin-hyung to deal with them."

Your pout spread into a smile as your laughter filled the room. Seungmin smiled in satisfaction and cupped your face.

"There's that smile. My pretty girl's smile."

A blush made its way to your already flushed face as his thumb swiped over the remaining tears on your face.

"Even if you want to cry, don't cry alone. You're too beautiful for that. Promise me whenever you feel down, you'll tell me right away. You know I'll do whatever I can for you, right, pup?"

You nodded at his words, and he leaned back. He seemed satisfied.

"So, is there anything else you'd like your amazing and loving boyfriend to do to cheer you up?"

"Could you...would you help me forget those girls from high-school?"

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, taking a second to realise what you were asking for. A cheeky smirk appeared on his face as he pushed you onto your back, leaning down to graze your ear with his teeth. You sighed in relief as he peppered reassuring kisses down your neck and your exposed collarbone under your unbuttoned collar. Memories of your bullies and your insecurities evaporated into thin air as Seungmin got to work on you...

Hahahshshshshs idk where I was going with this 💀😭 I wasn't feeling too well about a similar bullying situation in school that happened recently, and my therapist called to remind me to take my delulu pills 😻 (jokes...partially...I have terrible humor omg-) Just some light fluff,, hope it could cheer you up if u were feelin down 😭😭

[lopsicle]

Day three of tickletober and I’m already burned out (‘•w•’) I’m just kidding, I’m just tired because I have Spanish homework that makes no sense :(

Mask did you know I’m the world’s biggest Mabifica shipper?

When Stars Meet In The Northwest

Day 3: Cuddles

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Characters: Lee Pacifica, Ler Mabel.

Summary: Mabel has been begging for cuddles and Pacifica gives in, and nothing goes wrong.

Warnings: None! Though this is a tickle fic

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‘Pacifica…Pacificaaaaaa!’

Pacifica didn’t even glance up from her book at this point, a blank expression on her face which only shifted whenever she blinked or yawned. It wasn’t like she was annoyed or anything like that, she had just gotten used to tuning out Mabel’s loud, whiny antics in favour of getting whatever she was doing at the time finished before giving her attention to her girlfriend again.

Once she finally looked up from her book, she saw Mabel sitting by her socked feet, her eyes wide and locked on Pacifica, pure adoration resting in her pupils. Wordlessly, the brunette raised her arms and made grabby hands towards Pacifica, not always being the best at verbalising her requests, even if she had been shouting for attention for the last fifteen minutes.

Pacifica smiled a little at her, grabbing Mabel by her armpits and pulling the girl into her lap, having discarded her book to the side. Mabel smiled widely, squeaking a little from happiness as she immediately nestled herself into her girlfriend’s lap.

‘You know,’ Pacifica spoke softly, wrapping one protective arm around Mabel’s shoulders, ‘you can just use your words and ask for cuddles next time.’

Mabel shook her head, giggling playfully as she rested her head on the blonde’s shoulder, keeping her arms wrapped around her neck. ‘Nope! Bothering you is so much more fun that!’

‘Mhm,’ Pacifica rested her back against a soft, fluffy pillow , finally having stopped shuffling around enough for Mabel to get fully settled onto her girlfriend’s lap. ‘I’ll give you that, if there’s one thing your better at me at, your a really great pest.’

Mabel let out a fake gasp as Pacifica stuck out her tongue at the girl, a smirk on her lips. ‘Excuse me? Excuse you? Excuse us?! I’m your girlfriend, not a pest, I’m allowed to say that about myself, you aren’t!’

Mabel huffed, staring right up at Pacifica with a serious-unserious expression plastered onto her face. Pacifica played along with her bit, raising her hands up defensively as she giggled.

‘Alright, Iahah’m saharry, your not a pest, sweetie,’ Pacifica smiled sweetly at her, though Mabel didn’t seem fully satisfied, still feeling slightly mischievous.

‘Your not really sorry, if you were you wouldn’t be laughing! Hm, how about I give you something to laugh about then?’

Before Pacifica could even process what Mabel was saying, her girlfriend’s fingers had already plunged themselves into her armpits. The girl gaped sharply, clenching up her arms and effectively trapping Mabel’s fingers against her hollows.

‘W-waihahahat, Mahahahabel!!’

It wasn’t too uncommon that Pacifica would become the victim of her girlfriend’s tickle attacks, it was practically a given seeing how much Mabel loved to tickle people all the time and I mean all the time. The girl never, ever got tired of making some squeal and laugh at just a couple pokes or scratches, and Pacifica was no exception to this rule. In fact, ever since they started dating, Pacifica had become even more of a target for Mabel’s dexterous, tickling fingers.

‘Tickle, tickle, tickle!’

Mabel grinned as she saw how red Pacifica’s face got from that, finally making the girl raise her arms up to cover her blushing, flustered face, in turn leaving those sensitive hollows totally helpless to Mabel’s fingers.

‘Dahahahahahan’t sahahahahay thahahahat wahahahaahard!!’

The Northwest squealed and wriggled and writhed against Mabel’s hands but she couldn’t really do much to get away since her girlfriend was on top of her. And she’d rather die then pull her arms down to show off her blushing, laughing face. Mabel just giggled at her antics though, tilting her head, almost like an idea sparked in her brain,

‘Can you really not handle it when someone says tickle? Poor ticklish Pacifica, can’t handle any of the tickles on her super ticklish armp-!’

‘Stahahahaahahahap thahahahahahahat!!’

Pacifica cried out as that annoying, crimson reminder of her embarrassment had crept all the way up to her ears now, making the girl wish she could just hide her face in her llama sweater. She got a lot more squirmy at this point, eager for an escape from the tickle monster that she had decided to date, the girl’s socked heels pounded down onto the bed while her waist sharply twisted about from side to side, hoping to get away from Mabel’s hands.

But since Mabel was tickling her from both sides, she just ended up adorably flinging herself into her girlfriend’s nails each time, causing her to squeal and flinch away. Mabel just smiled fondly at the sight, it want like it was rare for Pacifica to show emotion but she looked absolutely, adorable hysterical right now in a way Mabel barely ever got to see.

And truth be told, Pacifica wasn’t hating it either. The poor blonde was just never really used to being flustered at all, much less in front of her girlfriend of all people, and because of tickling (that’s still hard for her to say) of all things. Even with that, the sensations were so pleasant and tingly, it was like a massage but the Mabel way; the way that makes you scream with laughter.

Unfortunately for Pacifica though, the girl really wasn’t able to handle that much tickling given that she hadn’t experienced much of it in her childhood. She slid her arms away from her face very slowly, showing that sweet, hysterical smile of hers that distracted Mabel momentarily as she just looked adoringly at her girlfriend, who asked through giggles,

‘Nahahaha more, pleahahase,’

Mabel’s fingers almost immediately left Pacifica’s armpits as she sat next to her and, while she was still re catching her breath, scooped her up and set her down on her lap, keeping one comforting arm wrapped around her waistline while she gently flicked and messed around with her ponytail with the other.

‘You know, for someone as..twordish as you, you handled that really well!’

Pacifica smiled at her before laying her head on Mabel’s chest, cuddling up to her.

‘I am so lucky to have you, Mabel Pines.’

——-

I may have mentioned this before but I am the world’s leading connoisseur in Mabifica, I am Mabifica’s biggest supporter. If Mabifica has 100 fans, I’m one of them. If Mabifica has 10 fans, I’m one of them. If Mabifica has 1 fan, that’s me. If Mabifica has zero fans, I am dead. This is an amazing ship, anyway, I hoped you enjoyed that fic because I did not proofread any of that shi

[crownedtargaryen]

cruel summer. - modern!jacaerys

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 ; Part 5 pairing: modern!jacaerys x modern!stark reader (a/n): this part includes sensitive topics. please, PLEASE read the trigger warnings below. as a SA victim, this is not to romanticize such things. TW: attempted rape, blood, sexual assault rating: NSFW 18+, this chapter holds sensitive. prns: she/her all notes are appreciated. words: 1.7k tag list: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123 @howyouloveyourdragon @daenerysapologist @fairysluna

It's been a few hours since my encounter with Jacaerys and I'll admit, I've missed those corny jokes. He's annoying at the moment, but I seek his company now. I walk to my brother, Cregan, who prepares dinner for me and my siblings.

"Hey Creg," I start sweetly, seeing him look at me and smirk slightly. He knows I'm about to ask for something, he always knows. I move up next to him and look at the meal he's preparing. "Looks good!" "Stop tryna' sweet talk me, what's up?" Cregan says, cocking a brow at me. I feel anxious, knowing he might say no.

"You know Jacaerys Velaryon…" I start, seeing his expression contort into something I can't place. He nods in response, increasing my anxiety. "Could I have his number?"

He pauses for a moment, considering, then sighs heavily. "Why? You don't like him, do you?" He takes the food off the stove, leaning his side against the counter and crossing his arms. "You've gotta be careful about guys like that. I know him better than anyone. He has girls flocking to him by the second. He'll play you like a pawn in some filthy game. I don't want that for you." He grabs his phone despite his words, letting me consider as he finds Jace's contact. Cregan and Jace are close friends from being on the hockey team together, so I trust his judgment. Being co-captains develops a bond that might let you discover some darker sides of each other.

"Trust me, I have no interest in him. It has to do with tutoring," I lied through my teeth, smiling uncomfortably. Now, it was a half-truth! I don't have an interest, but I also want to get closer. It has nothing to do with tutoring him since he won't give me the chance to teach him a damn thing. Cretan examines my expression before handing me his phone with Jace's contact open. I can't help but smile at the contact photo.

It was when Jace let his hair grow out, his curled hair down his shoulders. He posed all pretty with his leg up and batting his eyes with his jersey on. I quickly enter the contact and hand Cregan back his phone, moving over and giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Creg. It means a lot. You're the best!" I affirm, patting his shoulder as he rolls his eyes and chuckles. I scramble off, entering my bedroom and texting Jace.

(Y/N): hey it's (Y/N)! I was wondering if you were still up for a hangout? :)

I was shocked by the response time. My phone vibrates in a matter of minutes.

Jacaerys 😐: Yeah. I have a party I was invited to. Sound good?

(Y/N): who's gonna be there?

Jacaerys 😐: Idfk it's a high school party, do you really expect me to know everyone who's showing up?

Well damn, okay asshole.

(Y/N): yes, I do. I expect a list of first names, last names, parents' phone numbers, and their ages before you pick me up 🤨

Jacaerys 😐: Are you going or not.

(Y/N): what time?

I try to figure out when we'll be heading out, mostly because I want to look presentable. Maybe I'll find someone at the party who is interested in me, who knows? He told me he could pick me up in an hour or so. The sun has already set, so I can only assume we'll be out for a while. I text him the okay and get myself ready for a night that changed my whole perspective on Jacaerys Velaryon.

He pulls up across the street in my neighbor's parking lot, not wanting to seem obvious. I'd never snuck out before, nor planned to. Surely my brother wouldn't mind, he parties all the time! But maybe he'd be hesitant to let me spend time with his best friend. He almost didn't give me his number. I could only imagine how he'd react if I told him I was actively seeking to hang out with him.

Without a second thought, I slip out of my window, closing it and glancing at Cregan's window. The light is off, I can only assume he called it a night early. I rush across the street, trying to keep my head ducked in case he looks out his window and sees me. I quickly open the car door, slip into the passenger side, and slam the door. Jace looks at me in surprise for a moment before bursting into laughter at my anxiety.

"Jeez, you're terrible at this!" He playfully nudged me, causing me to roll my eyes as he pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the party. I check my phone, my leg bouncing as I fumble loosely with my shirt. I feel his eyes glancing at me, worsening my frustrations. "You look beautiful," he suddenly says. I look at him, my brows furrowed. Looking ahead, he has a cheeky grin on his face. "I mean, seriously. You'll have guys all over you."

"Speaking from what you wanna do?" I suddenly say, trying to distract myself from my overwhelming fear that Cregan will message me at any moment. I notice his hesitance to answer and the growing color on his cheeks that I can barely see in the limited light. "Maybe? So what?" He replied, making me laugh. I didn't take him seriously. I know he wouldn't want that. Would he? I sigh heavily and comfortable silence falls over us. Jace turns on a song to fill the quiet space.

We park on the side of the street, music muffled from behind closed windows and doors. It's a Lannister party. I look up at the looming building. I swear it's four floors high. Jace gently takes my hand and walks me inside, obviously impatient and ready to have fun. A few people cheer as Jace walks in. He laughs and greets them, letting go of my hand and leaving me alone. I can't help but feel disappointed watching him talk to different girls and his friends. I sigh and head to the drink table, downing two shots.

"Woah there, Tiger, watch yourself," a voice calls out, revealing Aegon Targaryen. I hadn't interacted with him since middle school when he was head over heels for me. He'd cheated on me, but I hadn't held a grudge. It was middle school. We were all imbeciles unaware of romance. He seems to be getting there, his words only slightly slurred as he smiles flirtatiously at me. I return the smile, except it's awkward. He doesn't seem to notice, offering me a drink which I take. "Aegon! How've you been?" I ask, trying to make a polite conversation. He sighs heavily, brows raised, then chugging his drink with a small laugh. That told me everything, and I felt pity for him. His home life has always been challenging, so I give him the benefit of the doubt in most situations.

I feel myself growing tipsy as Aegon continues idle chitchat. Mostly conversed about life and relationships, and even asked me if I'm interested in smoking some weed with him. I politely decline, scanning the crowd for Jace. The more I drink, the more I feel myself becoming scatterbrained and drunk, and the faces of those around me look all the same. The blaring music triggers a headache and I continue to drink.

Then, before I know it, Aegon has his hand in mine and says words I can't understand. I giggle at him, assuming he said something playful. Then, his hands are on my waist and pulling me close. I grow uncomfortable as he grinds his hips to mine. I push him away a little, but he grows aggressive and starts gripping me tighter. He whispers words that will stick with me forever.

"You love me, admit it. There's nothing I want more than you. You're mine tonight."

I feel sick, tears coming to my eyes. I plead with him to stop, but my words are slurred and incoherent. No one around us pays attention as he pulls me toward the bedroom.

Everything happens so fast. One moment I was wrestling with Aegon, crying and trying to beg him to let me go, the next he was on the floor and Jace was in front of me with his hands clenched into his fists.

I watch Aemond emerge from the crowd, looking at his brother's bloodied nose and bruising face on the floor. It blurs together. I watch as they crash to the floor, glass shattering. I see blood, a broken bottle in Jace's hand, and then Aemond bruised and bloodied on the floor. Jace looks at me, his gaze softening as he grabs my hand and pulls me out. He makes sure I have everything. I look at his face, his nose bleeding and cuts on his arms and hands. I feel my sickness surface, pulling me from Jace and vomiting in the front yard. I hear him say something, but I can't hear him over my vomiting. He pulls my hair back, waits until I finish, and then helps me to his car.

I have thrown up on my shirt. I can smell it. Jace gets in the front seat as I lay in the back, whining and curling up. He watches me through the rearview mirror.

We drive for only a bit before he stops his car. I look out the window, seeing we're at a nearby gas station. He turns around, looking at me then unzipping his backpack that's rested on the floorboard of the back seat.

"Jace..?" I whine, and he softly shushes me. I look at his bloodied hands, my eyebrows furrowed.

"You're okay, you're safe. I'm here," he whispers, pulling out his hockey jersey. He hands it to me. "Can you change into this for me?" I stare at him, shaken up and still scared from the party ordeal. "I won't look." He turns away, covering his eyes. Hesitantly, I strip off my shirt and throw his jersey over my torso. I softly murmur his name, and he looks back at me, smiling lovingly at me. The blood on his face has dried up, and I feel guilty. I feel responsible.

"Jace I'm sorry," I slur out, the brunette reaching for my hand and holding it tightly.

"You have no reason to apologize. Let's go back to your house and clean you up. Okay?" He whispers, making my heart clench as tears fall down my cheeks. "I won't let anything happen to you, ever. You're safe."

[smilingangel582]

Horimiya pieces are the cutest!! Trust me I watched them too late until someone released a video of Yanagi being tickled hehehehe

Anyway, I'm leaning on to the boys' hang out with Tooru, Kakeru, Shu, and Izumi... tho I love to use their first names... their last names seem more familiar.

Anyyywaay I'm a total lee!Miyamura, teehee

Get Izumi~?

The cake is excellent. Miyamura Izumi thought as he began to munch through his fork. Sengoku Kakeru brought in this cake for them and he couldn't help but wonder...

Did he invite them or they barged into his humble home?

Only they knew.

What felt like a minute later Tooru Ishikawa spoke up, "Hey, Miyamura... you sure eat cakes a lot"

Hearing this, he tilted his head "I do...? I mean I like them but... I never eat that much though"

Shu Iura's boisterous voice broke through to them now, even Sengoku winced at that rattling tone. "Heeeee? Is that so Miyamura? How come you don't grow any muscles??"

"E-eh?" Miyamura felt a poke to his side from a very curious Iura. He slides away towards Sengoku now, who was peacefully eating his final piece.

Ishikawa said with a sheepish smile, "Now, that's not something you say to a person's face, Shu."

"But... isn't he and Sengoku the smaller types... I can understand the president but Miyamura??? He's eating his third now"

Surely, even Ishikawa caught on to that. Much more than that, it's pissing him off that someone can actually not gain weight like an average person. Still in a playful way he leaned over Sengoku to reach and, he poked Miyamura back with ulterior motives "Shu has an idea definitely..."

"Guhuys," he moved away from them both to have his back against the wall... literally.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Iura grinned menacingly, finally catching up to the idea. Sengoku remained still, oblivious to the playful banter.

"Yeah, Shu..." Lowering his voice, he pounces first at Miyamura, who yelped at the sudden action."Tickle attack on Izumi!"

"Yeah!"

Miyamura's never been a victim to tickles, but still Hori has a strong sense of devotion to make him flustered through this tactic. Now he was being cornered by his own guys, man... everyone has lost their sense of delicacy.

"Gahahaha wahahahahait... ahahaha Ihihihishkahahahahawaa kuhuhun?? Ahahaha nohoho"

"Miyamura's actually giggling like a middle school girl?" Iura said it out loud that he suddenly got flustered and shrieked. "Nahaahaa cuhuhut it ohohout stohop teheheheasing mehehe"

Miyamura's bubbly laughter did startle everyone, including Sengoku, who had paused his current peaceful affairs only to take a look at their play fight.

"Man, is this the first time he laughed like this?" Iura snickered now, gesturing to their victim, being vigorously interested in tickling his ribs. This drove him mad, obviously. He curled to the side to stop Ishikawa getting his stomach but to cover one thing he exposed the other. If only he was immune to sensitive ribs.

"Hey try teasing him Shu"

Ishikawa really knows how to make Miyamura lose his nerves, especially now. He internally had a revenge plan for him first.

"Miyaaamuraaa~ tickle ticklee!!!" Iura's loud teasing made him blush more and he could only embrace his midriff with pure intent of avoiding most of his spots tickled.

"Hehehehe wahahahait juhuhust ahahaha minuhihihiteee ahahahaha guhuhuys!"

They did the opposite, in fact.

"You're awfully skinny," the purple haired guy murmured prodding his hips "I can feel your skeletons here"

"Whahahats thahahat suppohohohose to mehehehehEAHAHAN AHAHAHA WAHAHAIT!"

He actually forgot Sengoku for a moment! Miyamura cursed at that.

"Ohhh nice Kaicho, get him good! (President)" Iura sneered."We'll need more hands to handle this guy"

Miyamura felt his weakest spot, under his arms, being victimised by a curious red head.

"Ahahahaha SEHEHENGOKU I WIHIHILL KILL YOHOHOU!" He curled further against Sengoku's lap to avoid any attention to his worst spots.

Usually, a death threat from Miyamura can make his blood run cold until it comes out with giggles like these. It's hard to take someone cute, seriously. Sengoku smirked now not slowing down for any reason.

"I doubt you will, at least right now, but the price is worth it," he stated, and actually laughed at how Miyamura giggled contagiously when he began to gently flutter his fingers at his neck making him squeal loud, "Sorry but your voice is so high pitched I can't tell if your actually the same Miyamura that tried to hit me back then..."

"Riiiight, like a little girl!"

Iura is the worst tickler, that is Miyamura's helpless thoughts as he felt the green haired guy immediately grab his knees, which were ticklish unbeknownst to himself.

"Ahahaha ehehenough plehehehease!"

"Honestly" Ishikawa poked him rather than wiggle his fingers "All you gotta do is tickle him like this and he won't be much of threat, president" with that he began to wildly play Miyamura like a piano driving him up the wall.

Although it was a joke, Sengoku did find it intriguing that he was right. He couldn't believe a little tickling is all that it takes for Miyamura to yeild like this. He actually considered this factor well.

Ishikawa said after some time, "Saaay~, how about we make him say it"

Others looked at him, surprised but enthusiastic about what he had in mind.

Briefly stopping Miyamura got a well-deserved break until a curt discussion is being plotted against him. He felt freedom temporarily and decided to crawl away to at least hide in the bathroom, although he couldn't go that far... he felt a particular strong grip on his ankle, spinning him on his stomach and a weight on his back.

"OI! Get off meee!"

Ishikawa was on top. He sighed now, one, to his releif since he wasn't at the risk of having his tattoos exposed but also... he didn't feel entirely releieved knowing he was the one who knew all his weak spots, "Ne, Miyamuraa~ say you love Hori, and we'll stop"

Hah? Miyamura's thoughts stopped with his heart that had been running this whole time.

Blushing from the tips of his ears, he was glad he was in another position. Covering his face he shook his head with a whisper out embarrassment.

"I... c-can't... its... um"

He squeaked when he felt a slow finger dragged up from his back. That's the grieving part of having Ishikawa tickle him. It was his death spot as Ishikawa knew since the beginning.

Those hands skittered very effectively, making Miyamura buck around wjth giggles though he had not enough strength in him, "Gohohoho to hehehehell ahahaha yohohou guys knohohow ihihit tohoho"

"Izuuumi~, what's the password?" Ishikawa's tease sing song tone matched with the occasion fluttery touched on the small of his back now.

"Ahaha! Nohohot thehehere ahahaha leheheave my lohohower bahahahack aloneeee!"

"No, so say it!" He pinched, and that made him gasp to muffle a squeal.

He felt the others trying to give him even a harder time by grabbing his feet and tickling the arcs. He didn't expect this tickle fight to be one sided from the get go.

Alright, he can't take it.

"Ahahaha fihihihineeee STOHOHOP!" He banged his fist on the floor as a sign of limit.

'Saaay it, " all three guys taunted him in unison, and he snapped with another stream of giggly panic as they wiggled their fingers on cue too.

"I LOVE HORII!"

Pause, he blushed more like a tomato and covered his humiliated face with a slight high pitched whine. It made the guys laugh and ruffle his hair for his bravery in saying that.

They, as promised, released him. Breathing heavily both from the attack and the embarrassment, he was helped by Ishikawa, who was the menace to begin with.

Still, he was glad Hori wasn't here...

Wait...

Although he said it to them... he noticed a certain snicker from Iura. "Can't wait to send this to Hori!" He was fiddling a certain video on his phone, and that's definitely that video!

Miyamura cried out now with grabby hands, "Aaaaaahhhhh, Yametteeee (stoopp)! Give me that, Shu!"

Sticking his tongue, the mischievous green eyed guy lifted his phone away from Miyamura. "Noooo, waaay Izuuumi -ack Ahahaha, Ohohoii stohohop, thahahat!"

Miyamura became offensive to get the phone and tickled Iura. At that, Ishikawa chuckled, "How about round two? But president, please allow me to make the pleasantries"

"W-whaat?? Ahahaha ohohoiii stoohohop!"

Soon it became an all on out tickle war at Sengoku's House. Needless to say, Hori somehow did receive the video of Miyamura tickle-confessing.

Flustered at first, she was somehow motivated to use similar means to get him to say that. Her dark aura activated that sent a certain chill down Miyamura's spine as they were getting ready to sleep later that night.

"What's wrong Miyamura?" Sengoku asked first.

He shivered now, clutching his shoulders together at the cold blizzard he felt now, "For some reason, I felt a murderous chill from someone..."

"Best you be on guard from now on" Ishikawa stated with a grim smile... already putting his bets on Hori.

[smollangrycat]

Drown, Prt 6 (II)

(Avatar: WOW Oc)

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Quick Note - Hey luvs! This is chapter 6 (II), I hope you all enjoy. Chapter 7 should be out in a couple of days. (If you missed part 6 (I) you should read that, unless you’re sensitive to in-depth mentions of panic attacks. This chapter will still make sense without reading part 6 (I)🥰)

Avatar: WOW spoilers. 

Summary

(During Avatar: WOW) Alue’k is terrified of water, so what happened when some Metkayina boys think it would be funny to drag her into the sea and leave her.

Warnings

Mentions of drowning / fear of water

Mentions of Panic Attack

Mentions of blood

Near death experience/all the trauma that comes with that

Language

In-depth mentions of guilt

If you think anything else needs to be added leave a comment. 

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Guilt is a funny thing. Well not literally, it’s a horrible feeling - however it’s interesting non the less. An emotion  powerful enough that it can have a physical effect on its victim, that’s one hell of an emotion.

Eawa is it hitting Alue’k hard.

The poor girl shook and tried as hard as she could to breathe but it was as if someone was crushing her ribs. The once scorching hand had risen and when Alue’k looked up at them, her chest got a hole lot tighter.

Neteyam.

Why did Alue’k feel so guilty at the sight of her big brother? That’s easy, she had given up. She had stoped fighting and gave into the idea of a watery grave. She didn’t care about her family in that moment, not at all. She just wanted the pain to stop. 

She felt selfish.

Selfish for wanting the pain to stop, selfish for wanting the struggle to stop … selfish for wanting everything to stop.

The burning, the pain the fear it was all too much. She couldn’t take it, she was weak.

So now as he older brother moved his hand from her arm to her back Alue’k finally broke. Neteyams arms warped around the girl as she crumbles into him.

How could he be so gentle, so kind. Only moments ago had she settled on the idea of leavening him, leaving him to wonder why. Alue’k on some sick level knew Lo’ak would understand, that he would see her struggle and tiredness but Neteyam? 

No.

He always expected her to get back up, may that be with a bit of help or not. Neteyam always expected her to fight to try the best she dam could and while she did, Alue’k knows deep down she gave up prematurely. Alue’k had settled on the idea of dying, she had been fine with it. Relishing in its promises of peace and the end to her struggle. 

So why for the love of Eawa was he being so good, why was he comforting her when she was ok with leaving him, leaving all of them!

Ah, that’s why he’s being so nice … he didn’t know. In the time it took for her brain to unraveled and sorted itself out she realised something, neither Neteyam or Lo’ak new what had happened.

Maybe she could make this all go away, play it off as she was scared of punishment for staying out late. Yes, she could hope her brothers would believe her and pray to Eawa they don’t see past her lie.

However, at that moment Neteyams mind was running a mile a minute an overwhelming need to comfort and protect his sister surging through him but also an overwhelming feeling of … anger.

He thought she was dead, he for a split second  thought about a world in which his baby sister was no longer apart of … and it sounded like hell. (Or the Pandorian version of hell) That world sounded sad and dark - as if someone had sucked all the joy and happiness from it. 

That’s what Neteyam believed, a world with no Alue’k was dull and sad. It had no laughter, no dumb jokes when your upset, no fun games or silly trick to try and cheer you up it was just empty and alone … so, so alone.

As Neteyam calmed his anger he pulled his sister into his arms and looked at her in, in all her entirety. Only then, did he notice the black and blue bruises around her eye and the glazed blood trails that ran down from her neck.

Panic set in. Neteyam felt his heart stop for a split second, what happened? He let out a small sigh, questions can wait, right now he need to be there for his baby sister. For Alue’k.

The boy sat on the sandy floor pulling the younger of the two into his lap, holding her close.

Neteyam - Mawey, little sister. Mawey. Everything’s going to be ok, it all going to be ok.

Neteyam felt Aluek ragged breaths as she leaned into him, struggled sobs tried to force there way from her throat as she clung to him and cried.

The older on the two continued to whisper soothing words while circling his palm on her back, Neteyam slowed his breathing in hopes of his sister mimicking his actions. Neteyam gently rocked back and forth, he hummed a lullaby that all of the sully children knew by heart. 

One that Lo’ak had sung to her earlier. 

Talking off Lo’ak, he was still sitting on the sandy ground shaking slightly. His heart was racing as a cold sweat overtook him. He had no idea what to do but the moment Neteyam saw what was happening he managed to calm the situation. This wasn’t time for sibling rivalry but instead time for supportive words and comforting embraces. 

Couldn’t things be good, just for one night? 

Lo’aks longing look caught Neteyam eye and the boy shuffled closer to the pair after a nod of reassurance from the older boy.

He cuddled into his brothers side, taking his sister matching five fingered hand and placing it on his chest above his heart, he hoped it would settle the girls heart rate as moment ago it felt as if it was trying to claw its way from her chest.

Lo’ak - Calm Lulu, calm.

Alue’ks breathing slowed as she leaned closer into her brother, tears had once again started to flow from her eyes (at this point she wasn’t sure if they’d ever stop) as her choked sobs turned to sniffles. Once she had calmed Neteyam pulled he away from his chest so he could meet her eyes.

Alue’k nervously fidgeted under her brothers gaze, not managing to hold it for more than a few seconds. She tried to lean back into him but he stopped her, cupping her face and pulling her chin up to meet eyes. Amber eyes met and a wave of emoting hit both of them, differently however.

Neteyam looked into Alue’ks bloodshot and tired eyes and decided it was time for answers.

Neteyam - What happened?

[runthepockets]

Honestly, as a man, I think most of my greivances have been with online leftism and the attitudes the queer and feminist spaces have towards men in them have been more damaging than almost anything else in my life. I've stopped thinking about my middle school bullies, and everyone knows my abusive mom and ex girlfriend are insane, but the attitudes I'd been faced with on the internet as a teen still seem to sit with me.

It's the constant judgement. The perpetual social hierarchy of how men are only ever oppressors and be wrong in situations. "Never trust a man who says all his exes are crazy, be wary of men who speak poorly of their mothers" while women who say all their exes are crazy and speak poorly of their fathers are only ever met with sympathy and the usual "lol yeah men are trash". Masculine hobbies and modes of presentation being put down to uplift feminine ones, "when you see a 10/10 girl with a 4/10 guy" comments just cus the guy looks like a dude who works at Target rather than a goddamn movie star, penises and facial hair and deep voices are yucky disgusting, The Ick, "hate when big groups of men are laughing, what's so funny, rape and misogyny?" Videos of dudes crying and talking about how they're having a hard time is just met with ridicule and emasculating commentary from both men and women who posture themselves as kinder and smarter than the status quo, "weh weh raise the male suicide rate they're all rapists and abusers anyway", other dudes siding with women who do this shit cus they're more concerned with being One Of The Good Ones than they are having a fucking spine or a sense of individuality, not realizing they're just the male equivalent of pickme girls.

Idk man it just hurts me. I've been abused by a lot of women, had my sexual advances blown wildly out of proportion because the women in question either regretted engaging with me later or wanted to keep running with this narrative that they have no agency and are perpetually victims in their own lives even though I haven't really done anything to make them believe this, and all it gets me in these spaces is blank stares and awkward silences, when I know if the genders were flipped I'd get nothing but endless support. I'm not as upset about one of my exes making false rape accusations against me as I was as a teenager, but I'm sometimes nervous around bringing it up in leftist spaces at all because I figure folks are just gonna find a way to warp it and make me feel like I imagined the whole thing and that my ex had every right to be a shit to me because she's a girl and girls doing anything is Girl Power, even when it's actively harming others.

I'm sure me being black and trans plays a big role in this too, but again, 1) I'm not a fan of putting emphasis on my marginalization for brownie points, 2) I actually am straight, masculine, gender conforming despite those marginalizations, so there's really no identifiers for me to hide behind and claim "false comparison" over, I actually am all those things that online queer and feminist spaces take issue with and it still sucks and has actively done damage to my self esteem over the years and 3) I've seen other men-- cis, white, whatever-- of all backgrounds talking about their frustrations with this too. It's just another form of socially acceptable bullying and I kinda hate it.

People ask why I go stealth irl, why I don't go out of my way to befriend a ton of queer and liberal people my age, and why I'm adverse to communities that pride themselves on being diverse and all accepting and shit, well this is why. Cus every time I talk about a problem or criticize reactionary sentiment in those spaces, I'm met with me just being ~a pathetic man who's too sensitive to letting marginilized people vent~, I'm told that I'm part of the problem, I'm told that if I stopped being so rape-y and entitled and if I just fell in line like a good little man that I wouldn't have any of these problems, no actual solutions or sympathy, just condescension.

Yeah, of course I identify with bro culture, speak highly of masculinity, and entertain playful douchebaggery after years of that. That stuff saved my life and isn't hostile to my existence or my desires. I'm loud, energetic, assertive, with a hazing / controversial sense of humor and morality, there is no timeline where I'm going to be defanged and docile and see it as acceptable to walk all over someone for things they can't help, no matter how "privileged" they are. These subcultures let me be a man in a way a lot of online (and honestly, irl) leftist spaces aren't really willing to allow or deal with.

[bijouxcarys]

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐆𝐮𝐲 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

Masterlist

𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝? The answer is painfully simple: you can’t. No amount of apologies or gestures can erase the deep-seated feelings of distrust, betrayal, and heartbreak that we inflicted upon him. Brian believed in us, trusted us implicitly, and we shattered that trust in the most devastating way possible. It’s a wound that cuts deep, and there’s no easy fix.

While some might assume that my primary concern would be how Emma feels about the situation, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Brian is the true victim here, and it’s his pain that weighs heavily on my conscience. There’s a sense of guilt and responsibility that gnaws at me, knowing that I played a part in causing him this immense hurt. And as much as Maria shares in that guilt, we both understand that it’s Brian who deserves our utmost concern and efforts for redemption.

In any other circumstance, I might not care about the consequences of my actions. I might brush off the repercussions of cheating on Emma, indifferent to who I slept with or the reasons behind it. Such behaviour aligns with my character, or so I used to believe. But with Maria, with Brian, I never thought I would stoop so low. I never anticipated that I would betray them in this unforgivable manner.

October 1972

Freddie emerged from downstairs, clapping his hands together. “Well, my friends, let’s go over a few things while Brian takes some time to calm down.”

“Is he really that upset over a girl?” I lounged on the sofa, absentmindedly twirling a drumstick in my hand.

“Don’t be insensitive, Roger,” John chimed in, strumming his guitar. “If he has strong feelings for her, it’s important to him. Brian’s a sensitive guy when it comes to matters of the heart, right?” He glanced at me and Freddie, and I nodded in agreement. I had known Brian longer than the others, and his sensitivity was undeniable.

“He’s always been that way with girls. Remember when he had a crush on that girl in his physics class for ages?” I chuckled. “So, let me get this straight,” I continued, sitting up. “Our Brian actually has feelings for this Maria girl? The same Maria who’s supposed to be managing us?”

Freddie rolled his eyes and slumped into a chair. “Honestly, Roger, have you been living under a rock? He’s head over heels for her, darling. It’s more than just a passing fancy.”

“I’m not head over heels,” came a soft voice from the stairs. Brian had returned, quietly listening to our conversation from a distance. He walked over to his guitar and put it back around his neck. “She’s just a really wonderful person, and I enjoy her company. It’s not…” He trailed off, choosing his words carefully.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I made a move on her—” I started, but Brian cut me off with a glare.

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Blondie,” he warned.

“Oh, wait, you’re serious?” I raised an eyebrow in mock surprise.

“Yes!” All three of them shouted in unison, making me shrink back a bit. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I’ll be serious now,” I said, laughing and swinging my legs off the sofa to sit up properly. “Just to be clear, if you don’t want me to pursue Maria, I won’t. I enjoy a good fling as much as the next guy, but I’ll respect your wishes, my dear friend.” I put on an exaggerated posh accent, playfully teasing Brian. He shook his head, trying not to smile.

“Yeah, please don’t. I’d like a chance with her,” he said, his lips pressed into a straight line as he looked down, absentmindedly fiddling with the guitar strings.

“You’ve got it, Bri,” I assured him, walking over to my drums and settling behind them.

“I’m being serious,” Brian insisted, a tinge of sadness in his voice as if he doubted my sincerity. I furrowed my brow, leaning forward to emphasise my words.

“Brian, I promise I won’t go anywhere near her. She’s yours. She never belonged to me and never will. You have nothing to worry about.”

As I drove, I nearly missed the turn to the motorway, momentarily losing track of our location. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, I checked the rear-view mirror.

“Should I have driven instead?” I looked at Freddie in the driver’s seat, giving him an incredulous look. “Are you kidding? It would’ve been safer! We’ve almost veered off the road three times already.”

“I’m fine,” I replied bluntly, glancing at the mirror and noticing Maria in the backseat, lost in her thoughts, staring out the window.

Maria

I felt numb. Completely and utterly numb. I didn’t even flinch when it seemed like we were about to veer off the road. At that point, I almost welcomed it. It may sound dramatic, but in that moment, I wanted to disappear, to cease to exist. The pain was overwhelming; pain for myself, for Brian, for Roger, for everyone else whose trip to the cabin had been shattered because of my choices months ago. I berated myself relentlessly, hating every inch of my being. The weight of my secret was now out in the open, and I could no longer push it to the back of my mind.

As we sped down the motorway, I found myself wishing I could stand in the middle of it, waiting for a speeding car to take me out in one swift blow. I had no idea what I was going to do once we reached London. I couldn’t go back to the flat, nor could I go to Sinclair Road. I felt trapped, with nowhere to turn.

To avoid further confrontations, Brian and I were separated, as were Roger and Emma. I found myself in the car with Roger, Freddie, and Mary, while Brian, Patty, Veronica, John, and Emma followed in another car. The atmosphere could have been worse since those most likely to argue were kept apart.

I remained mostly silent on the way back to London, paying little attention to my surroundings. I didn’t want to engage with reality; I just wanted to retreat into sleep and never wake up. But just as I thought I was drifting into a peaceful slumber, I was awakened by Mary gently shaking me, assuming I was already asleep. I opened my eyes and looked at her, then around me, realizing we had arrived back in London.

“Hey… We were wondering where you planned to go. We don’t want you to be in a tough spot with anyone,” she said softly, smiling at me.

“Oh… Um…” Until that moment, I had forgotten to consider what I would do once we reached our destination. I straightened up, stretching my back a bit, as I glanced between Freddie and Roger in the front. “Um… I don’t know,” I replied quietly.

Truthfully, I had no clue where I would go once the car stopped outside the boys’ house on Sinclair Road. I already knew Emma would make her own way back to the flat; she was far too stubborn to leave, even though it would have been the logical thing to do. Moving in with Marcy or James seemed like a sensible option, but they were closer to Emma and would one hundred percent prefer her side than mine. So, when the car finally came to a halt, I awkwardly got out and stood there, looking at the other car as the remaining five occupants exited. Relief washed over me when I saw Veronica approaching with her usual warm and friendly expression.

“Hi, love. Just checking in on how you’re feeling,” she said gently, placing her hand on my arm.

I laughed weakly, looking down and then back up at her. “I’ve been better…” I knew that delving into the situation would only result in me breaking down in tears, and I didn’t want to do that in front of Brian or Emma. I couldn’t allow myself to.

“Oh, Maria, I know this is a difficult situation…” Veronica sympathised, even though Roger and I were the ones who had caused this terrible atmosphere. “John and I were talking, and we thought that if you need somewhere to stay and get away from all this, our new place is always open to you.”

“Ronnie…” I almost whined. “You don’t have to do that for me. I’m the one in the wrong,” I tried to reason with her, but she wouldn’t hear it.

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart. You’re still our friend, and we don’t think any less of you.”

I simply stared at her, grateful that I still had friends even after the ultimate betrayal I had committed. “Thank you…”

Veronica stepped toward me, enveloping me in a tight hug, which I reciprocated, resting my chin on her shoulder. “It’s really no problem. We’ll wait until everyone says their goodbyes, and then you can gather your things and jump in the car, okay?”

I nodded, watching as she walked away to talk to the others, bidding farewell to both her and John. At one point, I looked over at Brian and locked eyes with him. However, there was no softness in his gaze this time. Instead, I saw anger and sadness. I had seen that expression on him before, but now it was directed at me. Who was I to blame him? I deserved it…

The gaze between Brian and me lasted only a few seconds before he turned and entered the shared house. It hurt, but I expected it.

As expected, Emma had disappeared, off doing who knows what. But at that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care about her whereabouts. She was the last thing on my mind, even though I didn’t have a clear idea of what my top priority was anymore.

“Are you going to be okay?” Roger’s voice broke through my thoughts.

I turned my head to see him standing beside me, leaning against the car. I squinted my eyes and looked away, chewing on my lip as I pondered his simple question. Sometimes the simplest questions warrant the most complex answers. Being okay was a spectrum, ranging from tolerable discomfort to genuine contentment. You could either learn to navigate a situation until it became your new normal, no matter how terrible it might be, or you could be one of the fortunate ones who naturally felt content with a carefree life. I definitely didn’t fall into the latter category, but that was probably already apparent to everyone.

“You know me… Just going with the flow… I’ll be fine,” I replied, looking back up at the blonde, my smile tinged with sadness.

“You’re not very good at hiding things, are you?” Roger asked, mirroring my smile to some extent. I scrunched up my eyes, visibly confused by his statement.

“What do you mean?”

“I told you, Maria,” he began, reaching out to place his hand on my shoulder. “You’re just like me.” He patted my shoulder before turning away to retrieve his belongings from the boot.

“Do you want a drink?” John asked.

“Depends on what you have in mind,” I replied cautiously.

“A non-alcoholic beverage, Maria,” John clarified, rolling his eyes playfully before leaning against the kitchen door.

“Just some water, please, John,” I responded softly, my voice lacking confidence. Veronica took my bag from me and carefully placed it at the bottom of the stairs, her presence offering a sense of comfort amidst the uncertainty.

Returning to London, I hadn’t realised that John and Ronnie had already moved in together. While I had heard John mention it a few times, the speed at which they took this step surprised me. Yet, considering their financial stability, I couldn’t blame them for seizing the opportunity. In their shoes, I might have done the same.

Ronnie placed her hand on my back, guiding me into their living room. As I entered, I couldn’t help but admire the carefully curated decor. “You’ve got a good eye, Ronnie,” I complimented, lowering myself onto the sofa.

She grinned and replied, “Yes, I do, don’t I? No thanks to mop top in there.” Her playful banter with John made me chuckle softly.

“I can still hear you!” John’s voice carried from the kitchen.

“Good!” Ronnie retorted, a mischievous smirk on her face. I couldn’t help but find their interaction endearing, a reminder of the strong bond they shared. Ronnie then turned her attention fully towards me and joined me on the sofa. “Do you… want to talk about any of it?”

John emerged from the kitchen, placing a glass of water on the coffee table in front of me and a cup of tea on a saucer in front of Ronnie. Taking a seat on one of the chairs opposite us, he nodded at Ronnie’s question, displaying genuine concern. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to, of course. We were just wondering if there was anything we could do to help?”

I sighed, my voice dropping to an almost monotonous tone. “Unless you can reverse time, I don’t think there’s much that anybody can do… I’m depressed, John. I can feel it coming.”

Veronica reached out, placing her hand on my knee, offering comfort. However, instead of easing my unease, it only heightened my anxiety. “Feel what coming, love?”

I looked at both of them, their widened eyes indicating their surprise at my admission. “The episodes. The… the cutting. It’s all going to happen again. So, I better warn you. If you’re taking me in for a while, you both need to know what you’ll be dealing with. I’ve been self-harming since I was a teenager, and it’s only natural for it to resurface now. Do I want it to? No. But can I stop it? Not yet. But I’m working on it. I’m just not there yet.”

There was a brief pause as the weight of my words settled in. “Maria… I didn’t know,” John spoke, his voice filled with genuine concern.

“It’s okay, John. Only Brian knew the ins and outs,” I replied, the mere mention of Brian’s name turning my stomach. My eyes drifted to the ground, my mind involuntarily replaying the events that unfolded at the cabin.

Veronica’s soft voice broke through my thoughts, offering solace. “Hey, don’t think about that anymore, okay? I know it’s easier said than done, but the best thing we can all do is move on with our lives. It was unfortunate what happened, but we won’t get anywhere if we keep dwelling, will we?”

Her understanding response provided the comfort I needed. I knew I had made mistakes, and admitting them was difficult, but their non-judgmental support was what I craved. “It’s just hard,” I replied softly, picking at the skin around my fingernails. “I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”

John leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs, and spoke with conviction. “You know what you’re going to do, Maria? You’re going to finish your university degree, and you’re going to continue with your life. Despite everything that’s happened in the past twenty-four hours, you’re an extremely bright and enthusiastic woman. We know you’ll go far. This won’t matter in six years, so don’t spend six minutes thinking about it.”

I glanced at John, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I contemplated his words. He had a point, as he often did. But in the depths of my mind, a glimmer of hope clung to the possibility of reconciliation with Brian, the chance to put all of this behind us. I silently nodded in response to John, uncertain of what to say. After all, there wasn’t much I could say. I had made my bed, and now I had to lie in it.

“Thank you, guys… Honestly, I don’t know what I would’ve done without the two of you taking me in like this,” I expressed with gratitude.

“Nonsense, it’s common decency to take care of the people you care about. And we both care about you a lot,” Ronnie reassured me, her smile warm as she squeezed my arm before letting her hand rest in her lap. “We just want to see you succeed, love.”

“I know… That means the world to me,” I trailed off, offering them both a genuine smile. “I’m pretty sure Brian is going to Imperial on Thursday to finish off some stuff. I think I’m going to try and talk to him or at least see if he wants to talk. I need to figure out what I’m going to do.”

John interjected, his tone cautious. “That’s pretty brave of you. You know how volatile he is.”

“I’m aware,” I replied with a slow nod. “But what have I got to lose?”

12th July 1973

… “What do you mean by that?” I asked, slightly offended, and it must have shown, as Roger hurried to swallow his beverage, shaking his head rapidly.

“No! No, I didn’t mean that in any bad way or anything. He just tends to get too nervous in relationships. He’s overly sensitive, so he thinks a lot about a lot. The girls he’s been with before didn’t like that, so they took off. It’s a compliment, really it is.”

“Well… I guess I’m also like that, so I understand when he’s like that…”

“Exactly! That’s why it’s working out for you both so well.” He grinned. “Everyone loves you two together. Brian hasn’t been this happy or confident in a while.”

It felt nice coming from Roger. It was as if everyone else had validated my relationship with Brian, apart from his best friend, so when he finally confirmed his approval, it made me feel calmer. I felt relaxed and relieved. It was okay, everything was going to be okay.

“Thank you, Roger…” I started, my voice soft and thankful. “It means a lot to me.” I nodded, pushing a smile through easier than before.

“I know it does. Oh, and, uh… Don’t worry about me and Emma. I’ll work it out.” …

Maria and Roger sat in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. They both knew there was a conversation they needed to have, regardless of how uncomfortable it might be. Sipping their hot drinks, they searched for a way to break the ice and address the elephant in the room.

“We haven’t talked about it,” Roger said abruptly, shattering the tranquillity of the moment. Maria understood exactly what he meant, but like any socially awkward twenty-three-year-old, she was hesitant to admit it. “We need to talk about it, Maria.”

“I know,” she quickly responded, her gaze fixed on her lap. “I know we need to talk about it. But there’s not much to be said. It happened, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Is it really that simple, though?” Roger asked, setting his drink down and turning to face her. “If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t care and would never speak of it again. But it’s you this time. I slept with the one person I promised I would never touch, yet I still did it.”

“I said there’s nothing we can do, Roger,” Maria stated, her voice carrying a hint of forcefulness as she locked eyes with him. “We can’t tell anyone what happened. This never comes up, do you understand?”

Roger was taken aback by the sudden demand in Maria’s voice, but he recognized the validity of her point. They had made a terrible mistake, and it was crucial that it remained a secret for as long as they both lived.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I’m not planning on saying anything,” Roger replied, a touch offended by Maria’s choice of words. “But just so we’re clear… You’re not into me, are you?”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Rog, absolutely not,” Maria scoffed, her voice laced with disbelief. “Never in a million years.”

“Good, because I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole,” Roger retorted, feeling a twinge of offense at her words. Another silence settled between them before he spoke up again. “Promise you won’t say anything?”

“I promise,” Maria assured him, her voice sincere.

Imperial College was quiet that day, enveloped in an eerie stillness. The bustling thoughts and unspoken worries of countless individuals blended into the background noise of an institution that cared little for personal struggles. Maria had sought solace within these walls, hoping to escape her own problems, but life had different plans. She knew this day had to come, even if she had been avoiding it with every fibre of her being.

This meeting would mark an opportunity to find closure and perhaps salvage a fragment of Maria and Brian’s shattered connection. They had not spoken since that fateful night at the cabin, and neither had the desire to engage in conversation once more. Maria’s avoidance of Brian had been driven by fear or resentment, and the truth remained unspoken. While everyone knew that Maria had broken Brian’s heart by sleeping with Roger Taylor, the heartbreak Roger had inflicted upon his own beloved went unnoticed.

With her coursework completed, Maria arrived at Imperial College to hand it in to Professor Ross. She silently hoped that her upcoming third year would bring her the guidance of a more competent mentor and spare her from entanglements that would consume her priorities. Brian, on the other hand, had come to Imperial with a firm resolve to never look back, dedicating himself entirely to Queen and his music career. There was no “next year” awaiting him at the university, and he had made peace with that choice.

The cafeteria, usually filled with chatter, was unusually quiet, as the end of the year approached and students dwindled in number. Maria sat with her coffee, strategically positioning herself to have a clear view of Brian, whether he entered or left the room. But she didn’t have to wait long. There he was, unmistakable, wearing his button-up shirt and jacket, his flared trousers accentuating his long legs. Yet, something was amiss—his beloved clogs were absent, a silent reminder of the bond they once shared.

Maria’s heart raced, and the overwhelming urge to turn and flee consumed her. But she knew she could never understand where they stood if she didn’t face this moment. With determination and a heavy heart, she rose from her seat and walked towards the window ledge where Brian sat.

Initially engrossed in a book, Brian finally noticed Maria’s presence as she cleared her throat. She tried to avoid his hazel eyes, but their magnetic pull was undeniable. “Can we talk?” Maria asked, her voice filled with anxiety.

There was a weighty silence before Brian reluctantly replied, “Yes, I think we should.” He made space for Maria to sit beside him, moving his books aside. The desire to lean into his touch and seek refuge in his arms tugged at Maria, but she restrained herself, remaining seated and composed. As they sat there in silence, the passage of time marked by the occasional passer-by, Maria struggled to find the right words to begin her apology.

“I’m so sorry, Brian,” Maria finally whispered, unsure of where to start. Brian scoffed and shook his head, his gaze fixed on the floor. “You’re sorry…?” he echoed, his voice tinged with bitterness.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Maria pleaded, her voice barely audible.

“You didn’t mean to hurt me,” Brian repeated, his low chuckle sending shivers down Maria’s spine.

Another silence engulfed them. Brian broke it by posing a question that cut deep into Maria’s soul. “You love me?” he asked, observing her from the corner of his eye.

“More than anything,” Maria confessed.

“And you’d do anything for me?”

“Of course.”

“Then why couldn’t you find the strength to say ‘no’ to Roger? If you love me so much, why couldn’t you just refuse?”

Maria was dumbfounded, unable to provide a satisfying answer even to herself. She whispered, “I don’t know… I don’t know why I did it, Brian, I really don’t.”

Brian’s next words pierced Maria’s heart, exposing her own flaws. “It’s not like I’m a perfect human either,” he confessed, his gaze locked with hers. “There must be something wrong with me if I keep falling for women who ultimately become a liability.”

Shame washed over Maria as she looked away, acknowledging the truth in his words. Brian’s honesty had always been his trademark, while she had struggled with her own. “I get it, I’m a disgusting human being,” she admitted with a hint of assertion, meeting Brian’s gaze again.

“I’m not saying you’re disgusting,” Brian countered, his eyes averting hers. “I’m saying you’re irresponsible. Immature.” He paused, his lips pursed as he contemplated his next words. Maria’s heart sank as he uttered the words in which she never wanted to hear from him. “And not someone I need in my life.”

Maria swallowed hard, her eyes welling with tears. “What do you mean by that?” she managed to choke out.

Brian offered no answer, refusing to make eye contact. He gathered his books, the remnants of a university life left behind, towering over her with his six-foot stature. “I can only wish you well for the future, Miss Brennan,” he said reluctantly, his eyes bidding her a melancholic farewell. With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, disappearing from her sight and seemingly from her life. Maria sat there, her mouth slightly open, silenced by the weight of heartbreak.

Lost in her numbness, Maria scarcely noticed the hot sun scorching her skin as she left Imperial College that day. A voice calling her name from behind momentarily broke her trance, a foolish part of her yearning for it to be Brian. But it was not him. It was Professor Ross, jogging up to her. She furrowed her brow in confusion.

“I’m glad I caught you! I wanted to tell you before you leave for the summer that your piece on John Reid is exceptional!” Professor Ross exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Oh… Uh, thank you,” Maria replied, attempting to sound grateful, although her sorrow overshadowed any other emotion.

“No, thank you. I’m submitting it to the examination board as an exemplar of a high-level study. If that’s alright with you, of course.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Maria nodded, forcing a smile.

“Are you alright, Maria? You seem preoccupied,” Professor Ross inquired, concern etched on his face.

“I’m fine…” Maria lied, attempting to convince herself. “No more distractions, Sir.” She shook her head.

“Good to hear. Well, I look forward to seeing you back here in September. Have a wonderful summer, Miss Brennan.”

“You too, Professor Ross,” Maria replied, watching as he turned and headed back inside the school.

No more distractions. The experiences of her second year had transformed Maria into a stronger, wiser, and more enlightened woman. Though she was now single, she anticipated a life of exploration and growth in the years to come. Whether she and Brian would cross paths again remained uncertain, only time would reveal their intertwined fate. As Maria walked away from Imperial College, she carried the weight of her past with her, knowing that she had learned valuable lessons that would shape her future.

Whether she decided to take those lessons on board would be a different story altogether.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰…