#this is fucking hell i am killing myself tomorrow

[hummingbird-hunter]

AAAAAAAAAA

[lilowoof]

ngl gamers, I think I'm gonna inevitably lose to the hormones and depression in the near future XD

Can't bring myself to be active cause I'm using a lot of energy to not vent post all the time. But fuck it, into the tags I go!

[cryolyst]

:/

[jackass-jones]

Idk how to even talk to anyone anymore when it’s just the same thing in a loop over and over

[lanadelnegan]

Ghost - Part 2

Negan x Glenn’sSister!Reader

Part 1 here

smut will be in part 3, don't worry :)

“Y/n!” Maggie practically tackled me as soon as I walked through the gates, followed by the others. 

“The hell you been?” Daryl grunted with an angry expression, refusing to hug me. 

“He’s been out looking for you everyday since you left.” Maggie clarified. 

I pushed him playfully as I walked by. “You knew I’d be back, I told you I didn’t want to be found.” 

After all the hellos and welcome backs, I finally made it back to my house, thrilled to be alone again. That was too much. 

While unpacking my things along with some of the items I stole from the cabin, I noticed my picture of me and Glenn was missing. No, no, no. Please tell me I didn’t leave it. It was the only thing I had left of him. 

A knock on my door distracted me and I went to answer, finding Rick on the other side. 

“Hey, heard you were back. Just wanted to come say hi.” 

“Hey, its good to be home.”

“Listen, a lots happened since you left. You need to know about the Saviors. They’ve been here a few times already. They’re scheduled to return tomorrow.” Rick’s hand rested on his hips as he looked down. “I thought you’d wanna know.” 

I forced a smile. “Thanks for the heads up.”

I closed the door and exhaled a breath. It’s a good thing they’re coming tomorrow. I need to meet this asshole and learn his ways. Learn how to destroy him and what makes him weak. 

I settled back in, had some dinner, and decided to read some of my book. When I opened the page, the corner was dog-eared and at a place I didn’t remember reading. 

Oh my god. I have never in my life dog-eared a page…..

Should I be relieved that I’m not crazy? Or sad that my mystery man left without saying goodbye? It doesn’t matter. I reminded myself and went upstairs to go to bed. Stopping in the doorway, my jaw dropped at the empty space where my bed used to be. Not even a pillow left behind. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. 

Maybe I’ll kill them all. Not just Negan. Fucking pricks. 

I slept on the couch downstairs. Luckily I still had that left. I woke in the morning to the sound of a loud, obnoxious voice outside. It sounded familiar. I didn’t bother changing out of my sleep clothes or brushing my hair before heading outside. I couldn’t let them think  I was scared or hiding. If my plan was going to work, I needed to be assertive. 

I quickly joined the others, who were standing around Rick and that’s when I saw him. Negan. His back was turned to me, but I knew it was him because a baseball bat rested on his shoulder. He was wearing a leather jacket, and his hair was black, slicked back, and…. Oh god. 

That can’t be… 

I suddenly felt sick, like I could faint any moment. 

“Reeelax, Prick. We’ll be in and out in no time.” He patted Rick’s shoulder before waving a finger in a circular motion and signaling his men to start their routine intrusion. Negan whistled, spinning on his heels before instantly locking eyes with me. His arrogant smirk faded into regret the moment he saw me. I turned away, quickly walking back to my house.

“Shit, wait.” i heard him call from behind me.

I ignored him and made it all the way to my porch before his hand grabbed my wrist and spun me around. 

“Baby, please. Listen.” 

“I am not your Baby. What the hell is wrong with you?!” I said through my teeth, jerking out of his grip. 

“Please, just let me explain.”

“And if I don’t? You’ll just forcefully break into my house anyway! So sure! Come on in.” I spit out furiously as Negan followed me into my house. Two of his men were already inside, lifting my couch. 

My hands flew up. “Oh, great.” 

“Put it down.” Negan ordered his men who gave him a funny look in return. “Are you deaf or fucking stupid? Put. It. Down. This house is off limits.”

“Yes sir.” They obeyed, setting my couch back down and awkwardly left. Negan and I stood in silence for a moment before he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a picture. It was the one of me and my brother and I felt my throat closing. 

“When you fell asleep that night, I carried you to bed and found this on your nightstand. I knew you looked familiar, but once I realized..” He paused, looking up at you. “..I felt so guilty. So I left. And I haven’t stopped thinking about you once. Baby, I am so sorr-”

I laughed loudly, cutting his sentence off. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes so I looked up at the ceiling to hold them in. "You cannot be fucking serious right now. You murdered my brother, in the worst way possible, and then you have the nerve to give me a half ass apology?!” I scoffed, shaking my head. 

He set the picture on the end table and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Alright, what’s it gonna take for you to forgive me? You want me to get down on my knees and beg?” He walked closer, towering over me. 

“Yes, actually.” 

His smile widened as he looked back and forth between my eyes, but I remained serious. He shook his head in disbelief, but finally gave in. Leaning his bat against the back of the couch, he kneeled in front of me. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please, forgive me.”

"Let me bash your head in. Then I'll consider it."

An uncomfortable silence filled the room and he nodded towards his bat. 

"Fine, go ahead." He whispered.

"Wh-what?"

"Go ahead, doll. Bash my brains out, if that’ll make you feel better." 

I walked over to the bat hesitantly, not taking my eyes off of him. When I stood in front of him again, I looked down at the bat in my hands - the same one that killed Glenn. My tears spilled over the wood and I dropped it like it burned my skin. 

My knees buckled beneath me before Negan caught me, pulling me close to him and adjusting us so that he was holding me in his lap. I sobbed into his chest as he held me tightly, stroking my hair while his chin rested against the top of my head.

"Goddamn it, doll. I am so fucking sorry. I can’t say it enough. I wish I could bring him back." Negan sounded as if he was crying himself.

I let him hold me a moment longer before I shoved him away and stood up. "Please just go. I don’t want to see you again." 

He looked at me pleadingly as he stood, and for a moment I let myself imagine his sincerity until my gaze returned to the floor and he left without another word, taking his stupid bat with him.

2 weeks later...

I’ve fully betrayed myself. Thinking of Negan like he was the only man to exist. My days ran together, and the more time went by, the more I missed my brother, and the more I resented myself for fantasizing about the man who took him from me.

The loud rumbling of engines vibrated my ears as I washed shampoo out of my hair. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and approached my bedroom window, moving the curtain slightly.

Rick's back was facing my window while Negan stood in front of him. I remained still, trying to listen to their conversation and also to avoid drawing attention to myself in the window. 

Sensing my stare, Negan's eyes darted up, instantly meeting mine. I couldn't look away, being frozen in mix of emotions that I didn't know was hatred or lust. Or both. 

A smirk appeared on his face, causing Rick to turn and look towards the window, making me quickly drop the curtain and step back. I brushed my hair, threw on some shorts and a tank top and headed downstairs. As soon as I reached the bottom, there was a knock on the door. My heart raced and I scolded myself on the inside for smiling, quickly replacing it with a frown. Get a fucking grip.

I opened the door, probably with too much eagerness. "I thought i told-"

Oh.. it's just..

"The hells going on with you and Negan?"

"What?" 

"Ya heard me."

I stared at Daryl confused and shocked, not understanding where this sudden confrontation was coming from.

"Nothing! Nothing is going on, what is that even supposed to mean?" I looked past Daryl to find the Saviors' truck already gone and it felt like a punch to my gut.

"I saw that little exchange from your window. Not to mention his last visit when he kicked the saviors outta here." Daryl’s hands rested on his hips and luckily no one else was around to hear his little outburst. This was the most I’d ever heard him speak. 

"Daryl, where is this coming from? How could you seriously think I could ever have an interest in him after what he did?!"

Daryl’s head dropped. "Glenn made me promise if anything ever happened to him, that I’d look after ya."

Tears filled my eyes. 

“We care about ya. Just trying ta keep you safe.”

"I know." You smiled sympathetically before Daryl turned to leave. "Wait.. they left quickly this time. What did they take?" 

"You should know. He only went to your house."

I frowned, closing my front door and suddenly the air around me felt different. I looked around for any trace of him, but it seemed the only thing he left was a pit in my stomach and a faint trail of leather cologne. I was getting ready to head upstairs when something caught my eye from the kitchen table. A rose, lying next to a folded piece of paper.

Meet me at our place tonight. We need to talk. 

Part 3 here

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[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - BEGIN AGAIN

A/N: Look what I have for you. Is it Christmas or what? So, this one is a bit shorter, but I wanted to give you something. I am still a sucker for Logan. I just want him so bad, oh my god!

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: angst, but fluff, implied sex?

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story has sexual scenes.

Words: 2500+

Important note: HughJackman!Wolverine - always!

FULL MASTERLIST | LOGAN HOWLETT MASTERLIST

LOGAN HOWLETT - BEGIN AGAIN

My body winced and I opened my eyes. The nightmare was gone. I was back in the real world. Was it better than the dream? No. But I was back, on a motel bed that smelled like bleach and mould. At least I had a bed to rest on tonight. Maybe tomorrow wouldn’t be as promising as today. Hell, I could be dead now. 

I felt a warm touch on my belly. Fingers traced patterns on my skin. My eyes lifted, meeting the green ones. “Are you okay, baby?” Logan whispered into the darkness. 

It was a ridiculous question to ask. I was not okay. Shit, he wasn’t either. We went through literal hell. So I snuggled closer to him, sniffing his scent as I tried to suppress my tears. “No,” I mumbled into the white top he wore. “I see them in my dreams, haunting me. They are calling my name, pleading for my help.” 

We lost everything, everyone. 

It started when the mutant hunters killed the strongest of us - Jean. We didn’t know how the fuck they managed to do it. She was the fucking Phoenix. We quickly learnt they created a weapon to strip us of our powers. Afterwards, it was too easy. With Jean gone, we knew the rest of us was next. 

Scott died a week later. He wanted revenge. He tried to kill those who killed his love, his woman. Unfortunately, he was captured, stripped of his powers and murdered. 

Charles felt it all. He felt it when Jean died. He felt when Scott’s heart started to beat. We knew this was the end of the line when he told us. 

The whole school prepared for war. The youngest students were sent home or away with those who didn’t want to fight. The rest of them we trained. They wanted to stay, fight with us, and protect the school and this family we built. 

And we lost. 

They all died. Charles, Storm, Hank, Peter… They were all gone. Logan and I fled the moment we realised there wasn’t much we could do. We saw the dead bodies around the school—our friends, and students, lifeless on the bloody wooden floors in a place we once called home.

I hated we left them there. I hated we couldn’t say goodbye. I would have died too if Logan hadn’t pulled me out of the bloodshed. The thought of leaving Logan alone in this unfair cruel world pained me. At least, we survived together. At least I had him.

It’s been two days since we lost our friends - the family we loved and cherished. Two days since we lost our lives and were on the run. This was the first night we were able to lay low and rest. It was because we escaped the States and entered Canada before being caught. It helped that Logan was Canadian.

Logan kissed my forehead. “I see them, too. Their faces haunt me. That’s why I can’t sleep.” 

A tear escaped my eye. I quickly wiped it away. “There was so much blood, Logan. They let them bleed out.” 

“I know,” he whispered. 

I started to cry. My body was shivering. I felt his arms wrap around my shoulder and middle, pulling me as close to him as possible. “Shhh,” he kissed the top of my head. I couldn’t help myself. My emotions were all over the place. I wasn’t able to mourn the loss properly. We had to hide from the world. There was no time to think about our next steps. 

His touch became soothing. I felt the love radiating towards me. I loved him deeply, madly. For this man, I would sell my soul to the devil. And in this twisted world full of death, I was happy that we survived the biggest nightmare of our lives. 

I don’t know how I managed to fall asleep, but when I opened my eyes again, I saw the sun coming through the crack of the curtains. The big, strong arms never left my body. When I glanced at Logan’s face, his eyes were closed. His breathing was even. He was asleep. Good. 

I remained in his embrace, snuggled to his side. I used this opportunity to think about our next steps. I needed to occupy my mind with something, anything. 

We left the States. Now what? Was it wise to stay in Canada? It was so close to the States. What if they decide to hunt mutants in here, too? Even if we moved north, they’d find us there. And maybe… nowhere was safe. Our destiny was already written. We were doomed. 

My eyes were locked on the beige ceiling, and I imagined a plan as my thoughts ran through my mind. I was going back and forth. When I didn’t like the plan, I erased it to a certain point and then moved forward again. 

Out of nowhere, I gasped. There was an important detail I forgot. How could I be so stupid? 

“What?” Logan’s eyes snapped open. He sat up and pushed me away in the process. His fists were clenched, adamantium claws on full display, ready to fight. His breathing was hard. I scared him. Shit. 

Gently, I put my hand on his chest. “It’s just me, I’m so sorry. Everything’s fine.” 

“You okay, baby?” he asked when his eyes found mine. Once I nodded, the claws retracted and he exhaled. “You scared me, Y/N. I thought someone found us. Don’t fucking ever do that again.” 

I shook my head, pressing him back on the bed. “I’m so sorry. I was just thinking about our future. I had been contemplating our next steps, thinking back and forth. And…” I sighed. “We can’t stay in Canada.” 

He frowned, then raised a brow. “Why?” It was a genuine question. 

“You are Canadian, Logan. This will be the first country they’d start to look for you - for us,” I explained. “I get that Canada is one of the biggest states in the world. But, as I said, the main focus would be here, once they have permission to strike here.” 

Logan frowned, not pleased with what I said. It took him a good twenty seconds before he nodded. “Well, you aren’t wrong. So, where should we go?” 

“Scotland.” 

He opened his mouth, closed it, and did it a few times before he said, “Why Scotland?” 

My fingers traced his beard-covered jawline. “I’m half Scottish,” I said. “Scottish-American. I have two passports. I have them here. I took them before we left. I have your IDs and all.” 

“H-how?”

“Always prepared for the worst,” I admitted sadly. “Kept them in a bag with some money and all,” I explained. “When Jean died, I made sure we were ready. I prepared an emergency bag that I kept in a hidden spot. That’s why I ran to the first escape door. The bag was under the floor.”

“My sweet angel,” he exhaled and leaned to me to press his lips on mine. “Always ready. But, no offence, you don’t sound Scottish. You don’t look Scottish,” he chuckled, and I rolled my eyes. “You never told me.” 

My eyes moved around the room, stopping at the creek of the sun coming in. “My father was Scottish. Mother was American. When they died, my mother’s sisters wanted to take me in. They were super religious. They thought they’d be able to cure my mutation with God’s mighty power,” I rolled my eyes. “Luckily, my grandma took me in. I lived with her until I was twenty. Then I decided to move back to the States.” 

Logan’s fingers brushed my hair. “Thank fucking god you did.” When I looked at him, he was smiling. “Otherwise I wouldn’t met you.” 

I climbed over him, putting all my weight on his body. He didn’t mind. Logan’s arms immediately wrapped around me. “We should head to Scotland,” I whispered. “It’s not Canada but my grandmother lives in a village, near the woods. It was magical then. It should be magical now, too.”

He raised a brow, watching me like a hawk. “How do you know she’s still alive?” 

My fingers brushed his nose. “Because I can feel her,” I said. “She’s a mutant too.”

“She is? What’s her mutation?” 

“Nature control,” I explained. “I’m not saying she’s the strongest, but she’s powerful enough to communicate with me through nature, all those miles away.” 

His lips found mine in a gentle kiss. “So we head to Scotland,” he whispered.

“Will you be able to get through the flight?”

His nose scrunched. “For you, I’ll do anything, baby. I’ll get on the fucking plane and suffer through it if it means to be with you.” 

Those words brought tears to my eyes. “I love you. Thank you.” 

. . .

Where are the mutants? It’s been ten years since Charles Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters was destroyed. Since then, no one has seen a mutant. Are they hiding? Are they extinct? More on that this afternoon, at four PM. 

I sighed. Another radio show about mutants. Great. Will they ever leave us at peace? I put my coffee mug down, my eyes locked on the kitchen window as I watched the rain heavily fall from the sky. I loved this dark, cold weather. Autumn in Scotland was magical. Yes, some hated the weather, but not me. I enjoyed it. 

Big hands wrapped around my midsection, pressing me as close to a firm stomach and chest as possible. I hummed, smiling. His scent made my knees weak even after all this time. His lips pressed a kiss to the top of my head. 

“How is my wife today?” Logan’s voice was low but soft. He smelled like rain, mud and oil. He just came back from work. At least he took off the wet clothes before he got all over me. 

Logan and I got married two years after we moved to Scotland. My grandmother died a year before that. I was lucky enough to spend some time with her before she passed. Oh, but she loved Logan. She always called him: my sweet boy. 

I put my hands over his, sighing. “I’m better now that you are here. There was another radio show about mutants,” I said. “How was work?” 

“Alan got stuck under a tree and broke his leg,” he said. “I helped him out and we got him to the nearest hospital. So, he’ll be out for about six to eight weights. Which means a bit more work but more money.” 

I turned around in his arms, eyes meeting his. “How much work? Will you be coming late to us?” 

Logan leaned closer and pressed his lips against mine. “Don’t worry, baby. Nothing drastic, maybe staying at work for an hour longer. And it’s not gonna happen every day. I wouldn’t want to be without you all longer than I need to.” 

Again, our lips met in a sweet kiss, then another until he pressed me against the kitchen counter. His big hand gripped my hips. He was hungry, I could feel it. Even his erection was evident. I wanted him. “Wait, where are the kids?” he pulled from the kiss. 

“In the barn,” I moaned when his lips left mine. I needed him. I put my hands on his chest. This was the perfect opportunity fuck in the kitchen while the kids were nowhere near the house. And hell, it’s been some time since we were intimate. I unbuttoned his flannel shirt. 

We had two kids. Charles, whom we called Charlie, was almost ten. My grandmother was able to see him as an infant before she passed away. She wasn’t happy that we had a child before marriage. But she was all giddy and happy for us once she saw the baby.

And then there was Emma Maria, after my grandmother and Rogue, our friend. She was eight. As far as we knew, Charlie’s mutation didn’t show up. It was only a matter of time before they blossomed. At least both of our children could enjoy childhood without being a threat to the world. 

Logan pulled on my lower lip. “Pretty baby is needy?” He hoisted me up on the kitchen counter, stepping between my legs. “I know, it’s been a while since I was inside you.” His hands stroke my thighs. One of them crawled crawled up my body and the other cupped my clothed sex. 

I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch until he kissed me gently and stepped away. “They are coming inside,” he sighed. Immediately, I whined. 

As I hopped off the kitchen counter, the back door opened, and our children entered the tiny hallway. We heard them undressing and talking to each other. Emma coughed. I frowned. I hoped she wasn’t getting sick. 

Logan leaned against the kitchen aisle, waiting for the kids as I jumped off the counter. Once Emma’s eyes noticed him, she smiled at him. “Hi, dad!” 

“Hey, princess,” he greeted her. He took her into his big arms once she was close, pressing a kiss on top of her head. “What you were doing in the barn?” 

“We have kittens!” she said excitedly. 

I raised a brow. “Oh? Since when?” I saw a stray cat a few times here. I didn’t know she was expecting babies. Well, at least we’ll have someone to catch mice around here. Also, it was beautiful news. I loved cats.

Charlie hugged his father. “They are a couple of days old,” he explained. “She had five of them.” 

“Five?” Logan sighed. I knew he wasn’t happy about it. Before he opened his mouth, I gave him a warning glare. 

“They are so cute and tiny,” Emma smiled. “We’ll keep them, right?” She glared at her father and then at me.

I nodded. “Of course, Em. They can stay in the barn. We have some old towels and clothes. I think I have a spare plastic container for water. We’ll give them a safe home and they’ll be with us.” 

“Baby,” Logan sighed. 

I raised a hand. I didn’t want to hear a word about it. When I found the container, I gave it to Emma. “You’ll bring them water. Charlie, find an old carton box in the garage. I’ll fetch you the towels. And listen,” I turned to him. “Put it into the box nicely and leave the box in a secure, warm space. Don’t put the kittens there. She’ll do it herself,” I explained. 

The moment both kids disappeared, Logan shook his head. “I don’t like this, baby.” 

“Let them have this,” I said. “We don’t have a dog. The cats will stay in the barn and outside. No one is taking them into the house, okay?” 

“Uh-huh,” he rolled his eyes. “Give it a day or two. Emma will sneak them in.” 

I grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him closer to me. “I have my ways of convincing you,” I purred. I pressed my lips to his in a searing kiss. “Just be a good daddy and let the kittens stay.” 

He shook his head, chuckling. Logan leaned closer, his lips to my ear. “I might need a little more convincing to keep the kittens. So, be prepared.” 

I pressed my lips to his cheek. “I love you, Logan.” 

He smiled at me. “Love you too, baby. And the kids, and this life.” 

[shinsources]

enemies to lovers but one is injured + sentence starters

“ can you walk? “

“ i’m all right. “

“ you’re bleeding. “

“ lean on me. ” “ for support? “ “ yeah, why else? “

“ i’ll get you out of here. ”

“ are you crazy? i’m not leaving you! “

“ if you die on me, then what's the issue? you either live, or you die. “

“ just trust me, yeah? “

“ i don't need your help. “ “ are you sure? cause it sure does look like it. “

“ rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago. “

“ how bad is it? “ “ it’s bad. “

“ you got shot. there's a bullet in you. i can see it. “ “ i can feel it. “

“ stay with me. don’t close your eyes. “

“ i hate you. oh, i hate you so much right now. “

“ just remove the damn thing. “

“ i’m not a doctor. “

“ it didn't pierce your heart did it? “ “ no, clearly not. “ “that's unfortunate. “

“ you trust me, don't you? “

“ jesus fucking christ, you're annoying. “

“ don't touch me! “ “ how am i supposed to bandage you up if i can't touch you? “

“ don't touch me. “ “ then do it yourself you, egit. “

“ right now, you’re all i have. “

“ you’re going to be okay. we’ll both be. “

“ can you hear me? “

“ i'm scared. “

“ i don't wanna die. “ “ you're not gonna die, you here me? “

“ when have i ever put you in danger? actually, don't answer that. “

“ if i do this, do you promise to stop harassing me? “ “ absolutely not. what kinda sick request is that? “

“ i can’t feel my legs. “

“ can you walk? “ “i’m bleeding. “

“ here, take my gun. “ “ are you crazy? i’ve never used one before! “

“ i can’t get up. you’re gonna have to have to carry me. “

“ come on, i’ll bandage you up. “

“ look, i know we’re not exactly friends, but right now, you're all i got. “

“ you shoot. i distract. “

“ where’s the bullet? hey, i can’t find the bullet! “

“ why are you the one freaking out? i’m the one with a knife in my stomach. “

“ are you squeamish? because it looks like you’re gonna throw up. “

“ you've always impressed me. you're stronger than you look. “

“ you look like shit. “ “ thank you. “

“ here, take my hand. “ “ are you clean? “

“ i'm gonna kill you. “ “ for what, saving your ass? “

“ don't touch me. “ “ okay. shall i leave you here to die, then? “

“ stop it, you're hurting me! “ “ i need to get the knife out. “

“ didn't realize you had it in you. “ “ what? “ “ to care for another person. “

“ trust me, if anybody's going to kill you, it's going to be me. “

“ couldn't just let you die. fair fight and all. “

“ don't remove the knife, or you'll bleed to death. “

“ shut up before i kill you myself. “

“ just wait for me here. “ “ it's not like i can go anywhere. “

“ give me your gun. “ “fuck, no. “

“ why the hell did they stab you? “ “...should i have asked for an explanation? “

“ shut up or i'll give you a real reason to cry. “

“ you owe me. “

“ fuck you, i'm not doing this. “

“ what's wrong with you? you almost got me killed! “

“ yeah, well. perhaps i didn't understand just how much until this very moment. “ “ this is all your fault. “ “ don't act like you're not enjoying yourself. “

“ you're going to kill me, aren't you? “

“ why would you do this? why would you help me? “

“ call it a truce. “

“ why the hell did you stab me? “

“ i don't have anywhere else to go. “

“ i'm glad you're okay. “

“ thank you, for saving my life. “

“ i would have died if it wasn't for you. “

“ you can stay for as long as you need. “

“ we can go back to hating each other tomorrow. “

“ if you need anything, you know where to find me. “

[penelope-is-waiting]

Hi I am Penelope Queen of Ithaca, I am still waiting on my husband @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost to come home. In the mean time I am dodging all of my suiters and raising our child @telemachus-of-ithaca by myself. I also love to weave, I weave all day and then undo it all at night so I can do it again tomorrow!

Likes: weaving, as well as my husband and my children.

Dislikes: Poseidon @idontloveanybodythatsmypower (he stabbed my husband!) and of course stupid suiters who think by taking over my house and being obnoxious I will forget about my husband and marry them. (Formally scylla we have learned to get along)

Kill count: you will never know stop asking

Death count: *laughs*

Husband: @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost

Another version of my husband: @odysseus-reigning-king-of-ithaca

Also my husband: @penelope-simp

Another: @odysseus-of-ithaka

A siren version: @just-a-mer

My son: @telemachus-of-ithaca

Another version of my son: @young-telemachus

Yet another version of my son: @the-prince-telemachus

And another version of my son: @telemachus-is-lost

And another: @taken-by-the-seas

More: @another-telemachus-wont-hurt

And finally, the other version of my son: @telemy

Another of my son: @ithacas-prince

Another Tele: @telemachus-of-ithika

My daughter: @reigningprincesstofithaca

My other son that is not Telemachus: @ceixion-of-ithaca

Adopted kids: @unhinged-as-hell @daonedaonlyskh @little-starshark-with-wings @vicious-daughter-of-zeus @clown-energy-skyrocketing @chaotic-child-of-apollo @garmadon1616 @a-princess-of-ancient-greece @yourfavoriteearthshaker @aris-not-ares @the-hyacinth-whisperer

I wish he was my kid: @thefallenwaxwinged (ooc: he totally is at this point)

The girl living with us I am trying to adopt: @when-fate-is-mistaken

My dog: @argosfrfr

Another dog of mine: @argossisterfrfr

Friends: @heraaaaaaaa (Formally enemies)

My daughter in law: @nausicaa-of-phaeacia

Young version of my daughter in law: @the-princess-nausicaa

Another version of my daughter in law: @phaecianprincess

Gardener: @paris-you-idiot

Most annoying person I know: @sillypuppetmeister

He will not leave my house either but is not as annoying: @the-only-decent-suitor-here (apparently he is also my son now? But not in the will)

The guy who kept my husband away at sea for a decade and I will never forgive: @that-little-fucking-shit

My husband's friend who is really cool, actually: @diomedes-of-argos

For anyone who wants me and my husband @odysseus-of-ithaca-is-lost to adopt them

And of course, here is our family portrait @little-starshark-with-wings drew!

RP blog for the odyssey/epic the musical (although it branches into percy jackson territory occasionally depending on what blog I'm interacting with)

In character post will be colored like this

"If Ares is talking it will look like this"

Don't be weird please (and no nsfw) and don't be mad if I do not present penelope the way you want this is supposed to be fun so let's keep it that way

I do not interact with blogs based around biblical characters as I am a Christian, and it just makes me uncomfortable I also will not be interacting with post that have slurs or other offensive language such as GD.

(Penelope will not have any romantic feelings for anyone other than Odysseus on this blog warning)

And of course don't take anything I say in character to heart I don't want to offend anyone if I come across as rude I'm so sorry I don't mean to

Also, warning things can be very violent on this blog I usually try to tag, but I may miss some.

And of course feel free to tag me and send ask! Your not being obnoxious I'd love to be tagged or receive a ask that's what I made this account for was for all yall to have fun and interact!

Also I'm the admin of the ooc discord server and community for greek mythos rps here on tumblr if you run a rp blog here on tumblr for greek myths send me a dm and I'd be happy to invite you to join!

[fandom-lover2]

Hope To Stay A While, Just Till The Rain Stops

Chapter Four - Pajama Parties Are More Fun When You're Invited

Word Count - 1865

-image not mine-

Chapter Three - This Is Why We Don't Have Knives At The Table

My eyes snapped open, my body jolting as something let off a loud bang.

What the hell was happening?

Then, it sounded like thunder, or something some form of stomping at least. And voices, angry voices. Loud, angry voices.

I rolled over, squinting at my digital clock on my desk.

2.05 am glared back at me in red.

I rolled over again, trying to get comfortable on my preferred side of sleeping.

Thunder again, and the voices were louder this time. Why was I cursed to live in a house of only men?

Screw this shit. I had an exam tomorrow.

Yanking my sheet off myself, I slipped out of bed and stormed to my bedroom door, yanking it open and marching towards the voices.

After Bruce had, without my consent, enrolled me into Gotham Academy, the pressure was on. Even under the guise of a visiting relative of Alfred’s, because I refused to be involved in the Gotham elite society, the expectation to achieve perfect grades and be involved in rich people sports was one I had to shoulder.

Etiquette Monday and Thursday, tennis on Tuesday, horse riding on Wednesday and Friday, archery Saturday. And I still needed to study, do homework and assignments, and attend parties to keep up appearances.

I was running on fumes and about 5 seconds away from running back to Central City. Now, I had to deal with this?!

Oh no. No no no no. I was getting another 4 hours of sleep, if I had to kill whoever the hell was screaming to get it.

The voices were getting louder and louder as I headed to the main floor, the kitchen specifically.

An odd place for a domestic screaming match but hey, this family was fucking weird.

I’m 80% sure Tim died last week, his combination of Red Bull and black coffee that he chugged in 30 seconds flat no doubt doing some damage.

Not to mention Damian, who was literally a little psychopath. I walked in on him waving around a sword last week. And not a fencing sword, a real ass Japanese sword.

Jason was never around, other than to sneak into the library or have screaming matches with Bruce when he was caught. He always looked like he was in deep physical pain, and avoided me like I had some disease. He would literally walk out of a room if I entered it.

And Dick, dude was just a mess. He was crying about an elephant the other day, and last month did a whole circus trapeze routine in the living room, using the chandelier.

And Bruce doesn’t even blink at any of it! He and Alfred act like this is normal!

Well, I was over this family thinking they were a functional system. It ended today, with a good night’s sleep.

If I wasn’t so fueled by the rage, the volume at which Bruce and Jason were yelling would have probably stopped me from entering the kitchen, but I was seeing red and nearing sleep deprivation.

“Can you all shut the fuck up!” I rounded the corner into the kitchen and froze.

Alfred, my father, Jason and Dick stood in the kitchen, Alfred and my oldest brother looking like they were trying to break something up before it turned physical.

Now, either I was too tired, or something was very wrong with my vision, because my father was dressed as Batman.

I looked at them, they looked at me. Tim and Damian stuck their heads around the other doorway at the opposite end of the kitchen, both dressed up in vigilant attire I’d seen Red Robin and Robin wore. Dick and Jason were also dressed, Nightwing and Red Hood respectfully.

Suddenly, everything made so much more sense. Bruce’s constant state of looking exhausted despite only ever working and then going to bed before me. Damian’s limp from two weeks ago, Tim falling out of bed and spraining his wrist, the gash Dick got on his forehead despite having two days off from work.

They were running around at night playing heroes.

I stared at them, and they stared back at me, each looking like I’d caught them with their hands in the cookie jar. Even Alfred seemed slightly alarmed, and the dude didn’t flinch at anything.

“I’m too tired for this shit. Go argue outside.” Spinning on my heels, I sped back to my bedroom and shut the door.

That whatever-the-hell-just-happened was tomorrow morning’s problem. Tonight, I was sleeping. Deeply, peacefully. Ignorantly.

Climbing back into bed, I pulled the cover over myself and closed my eyes. For someone who’s entire perception of their family just got flipped upside down, I managed to fall asleep pretty quickly.

When I awoke, it was to my alarm set on my phone.

For a while, I forgot what happened the previous night. I stumbled out of bed with a groan, stood somewhat straight in the shower, and managed to get my scratchy uniform on. And then, I opened my bedroom door and Damian was on the other side.

He eyed me up and down, arms crossed over his chest. “Father requests your presence at breakfast.”

“Well I’m not gonna miss it.” I mumbled back, shouldering past it.

It was as I tried to shove passed him and was met with an impressive amount of resistance for someone so small that I remembered what I’d seen last night. Who I had seen.

Oh my god, Bruce was Batman!

Mr Billionaire, life handed to him on a golden spoon, was the madman who dressed up in all black at night and ran around the city terrorizing Gotham’s criminals.

Why? What the hell even made him go down this path?

I turned around to look at my little brother.

The latest Robin, if the whispering around school was to be taken truthfully. So far considered the most violent of the masked crusader’s group.

Well, they got the violent part down.

But he was freaking 13 years old. Why the hell would Bruce let a 13 year old face armed murderers?

Shit, why the hell was Bruce letting a 13 year old stay up all night?

I thought he was just a distant parent, but this was straight up child endangerment.

Would I be arrested if it turned out I knew he was allowing Damian to do this? Would I be arrested for knowing he’d Batman and not handing him over?

Was what I saw even real?

Sleep deprivation could cause hallucinations.

Yeah, that’s all it was. A hallucination. This was all just some big misunderstanding. I was over tired, Bruce had dark pajamas, everyone had rainbow pajamas, Alfred was still just Alfred. All was good.

My summons for breakfast was just to wish me luck for my exam, or to tell me about an event that was coming up.

Nothing was wrong, my life was still normal-ish. Everything would be fine.

I made my way to the breakfast room, because yes this house was so big we had a room for eating breakfast and a room for dinner, and found Bruce seated at the head of the table.

He was reading a newspaper, Alfred seated beside him. To his left, Dick and Tim.

I was surprised to see that Jason was actually here. Had he stayed the night? Judging by the fact that he was not seated at the table but rather leaning against the wall and had his arms crossed, I guessed it wasn’t voluntary.

“Men.” I greeted, walking to take a seat next to Alfred, Damian following behind me and sitting next to Dick.

On my plate, a wonderful stack of vegan pancakes.

One of the few things Damian and I had in common, we were both vegan. Or, I tried to be as vegan as possible. At times, ice-cream and pizza were too strong to resist. You’d think it’d bring us closer together but nope, still got glared at for simply being alive.

My only sanctuary away from it was weeks at my mom’s, since they’d decided to have a one week, one week custody deal.

I hated weeks at Bruce’s for two reasons. One, Damian. Two, I had to wake up earlier cause it took forever to drive into the city from here. The apartment with Mom was so close to school I walked. At Bruce’s, I had to endure a 40 minute drive with Damian.

Bruce never took us, always having to leave either before or after. Sometimes Tim took us, or Dick. It was mostly Alfred, in the Rolls Royce.

Picking up my knife and fork, I prepared to dig in.

“Y/n,” Bruce tried to start, but I cut him off by pointing my knife at him. In hindsight, not the best idea considering who he was. My father or not, I didn’t doubt he’d kick my ass.

“Breakfast first.”

And I left no room for discussion as I cut into my pancakes and took a huge bite, and then another and another.

Everyone else followed my lead, silently beginning to eat their breakfast. Jason left his spot of brooding eventually and joined me, actually sitting beside me. This was the closest we’d ever been to one another.

I tried to not make too big a deal of that fact, keeping my eyes forward when they so desperately wanted to take in all his scars.

I guess now it made sense where they came from, but it didn’t make it right.

How young had he been when Bruce had let him loose on the streets? Had he even wanted to do it, or was he forced into this life?

Were any of them in it by choice?

I glanced over and Bruce and found him staring at me.

Yesterday, he’d look at me with a smile, and his eyes seemed warm. Now, there was no familiarity. There wasn’t even care.

Had these last 3 months all been fake? Did he love me at all? Was I here because he wanted me or because he wanted another sidekick?

“I won’t tell anyone.” I spoke, barely louder than a whisper.

Bruce didn’t say anything, didn’t blink. Just watched me, analyzed me. I almost jumped when he finally spoke.

“You have an exam to get to. We’ll discuss this tonight.”

And that seemed to be the magic words. Everyone stood up, all done with their breakfasts and ready to start the day.

I still had half my plate left and rushed to shovel it all in, charging to the garage when Alfred called that it was time to go.

I hopped in the back, beside Damian, and intended to get my textbook out for some last-minute studying before school, but the little shit spoke up.

“You tell anyone about us, make one tiny slip up or remark, and I will sever your voice box.”

For once, I actually understood the gravity behind the threat. It wasn’t just siblings bickering, it was a promise.

And given how Bruce had looked at me this morning, I doubted he’d do anything to stop it.

Nobody knew Batman’s identity. Nobody had ever figured it out.

Maybe there was a reason for that.

[loukaiitis]

Notes and Journal Entries by Kip Kinkel

A compilation of writings by Kip Kinkel. This is for informational and educational purposes only. Post is below the cut.

Disclaimer: the majority of his writing pieces (that have been released to the public) are only available in a typed transcript format, provided by PBS. Because of this, I am only able to include a few images of the original writing. This post will be updated if any new images come out!

Journal Entry by Kip:

"I sit here all alone. I am always alone. I don't know who I am. I want to be something I can never be. I try so hard every day. But in the end, I hate myself for what I've become.

Every single person I know means nothing to me. I hate every person on this earth. I wish they could all go away. You all make me sick. I wish I was dead.

The only reason I stay alive is because of hope. Even though I am repulsive and few people know who I am, I still feel that things might, maybe, just a little bit, get better.

I don't understand any fucking person on this earth. Some of you are so weak, mainly, that a four year old could push you down. I am strong, but my head just doesn't work right. I know I should be happy with what I have, but I hate living.

Every time I talk to her, I have a small amount of hope. But then she will tear it right down. It feels like my heart is breaking. But is that possible. I am so consumed with hate all of the time. Could I ever love anyone? I have feelings, but do I have a heart that's not black and full of animosity?

I know everyone thinks this way sometimes, but I am so full of rage that I feel I could snap at any moment. I think about it everyday. Blowing the school up or just taking the easy way out, and walk into a pep assembly with guns. In either case, people that are breathing will stop breathing. That is how I will repay all you mother fuckers for all you put me through.

I feel like everyone is against me, but no one ever makes fun of me, mainly because they think I am a psycho. There is one kid above all others that I want to kill. I want nothing more than to put a hole in his head. The one reason I don't: Hope. That tomorrow will be better. As soon as my hope is gone, people die.

I ask myself why I hate more than anyone else. I don't know. But my head and heart want him dead. He only knows who I am through reputation, and I know he is scared of me. He should be. One bad day, and there will be a sawed off shotgun in his face or five pounds of Semtex under his bed.

Oh fuck. I sound so pitiful. People would laugh at this if they read it. I hate being laughed at. But they won't laugh after they're scraping parts of their parents, sisters, brothers, and friends from the wall of my hate.

Please. Someone, help me. All I want is something small. Nothing big. I just want to be happy.

End. New day. Today of all days, I ask her to help me. I was shot down. I feel like my heart has been ripped open and ripped apart. Right now, I'm drunk, so I don't know what the hell is happening to me.

It is clear that no one will help me. Oh God, I am so close to killing people. So close.

I gave her all I have, and she just threw it away. Why? Why did God just want me to be in complete misery? I need to find more weapons. My parents are trying to take away some of my guns! My guns are the only things that haven't stabbed me in the back.

My eyes hurt. They hurt so bad. They feel like they are trying to crawl out of my head. Why aren't I normal? Help me. No one will. I will kill every last mother fucking one of you. The thought of you is still racing in my head. I am too drunk to make sense.

Every time I see your face, my heart is shot with an arrow. I think she will say yes, but she doesn't, does she? She says, "I don't know". The three most fucked up words in the English language.

I want you to feel this, be this, taste this, kill this. Kill me. Oh God, I don't want to live. Will I see it to the end? What kind of dad would I make? All humans are evil. I just want to end the world of evil.

I don't want to see, hear, speak or feel evil, but I can't help it. I am evil. I want to kill and give pain without a cost. And there is no such thing. We kill him - we killed him a long time ago. Anyone that believes in God is a fucking sheep.

If there was a God, he wouldn't let me feel the way I do. ....Love isn't real, only hate remains. Only hate."

Essay about love, written by Kip

"Love Sucks

No, I don't believe in love at first sight because love is an evil plot to make people buy alcohol and firearms. When you love someone something it is always taken away from you. I also would like to add that I hate each and every one of you. Because everything I touch turns to shit. I think if you think you fall in love with someone at first sight it might just be lust. Love at first sight is only in movies. Where the people in the movies are better than you. That is why you go to a pone [pawn] shop and buy an AK-15 because you are going to execute every last mother fucking one of you. If I had a heart it would be gray.

It is easier to hate than love. Because there is much more hate and misery in the world than there is love and peace. Some people say that you should love everyone. But that is impossible. Look at our history it is full of death, depression, rape, wars and diseases. I also do not believe in love at first sight. But I do believe in hate at first sight. Therefore love is a much harder feeling to experience."

Monologue written by Kip for a homework assignment. This monologue was written for the character Tybalt of Romeo and Juliet.

"But you know me, I loathe all of them. I am no longer blind in my hatred, I can see with my hate. Blood will flow until they are all dead. This was the first moment in my life where I had taken the life of another. I loved it. It dispelled all the anger and animosity I was feeling."

Note written by Kip, confessing to the murder of his parents. This was found on a coffee table in the living room of the Kinkel's home.

"I have just killed my parents! I don't know what is happening. I love my mom and dad so much. I just got two felonies on my record. My parents can't take that! It would destroy them. The embarrassment would be too much for them. They couldn't live with themselves. I'm so sorry. I am a horrible son. I wish I had been aborted. I destroy everything I touch. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I didn't deserve them. They were wonderful people. It's not their fault or the fault of any person, organization, or television show. My head just doesn't work right. God damn these VOICES inside my head. I want to die. I want to be gone. But I have to kill people. I don't know why. I am so sorry! Why did God do this to me. I have never been happy. I wish I was happy. I wish I made my mother proud. I am nothing! I tried so hard to find happiness. But you know me I hate everything. I have no other choice. What have I become? I am so sorry"

A concerning note written by Kip on a Spanish worksheet

Another concerning note by Kip

"Respect Sheet" filled out by Kip

[denaliwrites]

f i c m a s t e r l i s t

p o l i c i e s (please read before making requests!)

b a d s a m a r i t a n The Best of You, Honey, Belongs to Me Blackthorn Cover Myself in the Ashes of You Dumb Ways To Die Enough of You to Dull the Pain (18+) Hellbent Looking For A Godsend Hit Me With Your Best Shot I Got This Feeling On A Summer Day (18+) I'm Gooey in the Middle Baby Let Me Bake In His Eyes A Flaming Glow Intrigued and Afraid Keep You Like An Oath (18+) Killing Me Softly My Baby Shot Me Down (18+) Not Much Between Despair and Ecstasy (18+) Only Touch That Gets Me Melting (18+) Run Rabbit Run (18+) Say My Name Send a Thousand Kings Away Shia Surprise Something Good to Celebrate Stop, Look and Listen, It's Halloween! Taste of a Poison Paradise Trust in Me, Just in Me With Your Scars and Your Lonely Heart Your Body's a Secret Girl and You're About to Spill It (18+)

t h e b o y s Watch That Butcher Burn

b r o a d c h u r c h Always Leave Me With a Hungry Heart Am I Doing This Right? An Art to Life's Distractions Beating Like A Kick Drum Girls Like Girls Like Boys Do It's Been a Long, Long Time Love's Perfect Ache Now and Again We Try to Just Stay Alive Regale You With A Gourd-geous Tale Say You'll Remember Me Say You'll Remember Me (Denali's Version) Tell Me It's A Nightmare What My Heart Was Worth

d o c t o r w h o Cuddle, Meet Puddle Cute Things Don't Blink (Part 1) Don't Turn Your Back (Part 2) Don't Look Away (Part 3) Dreams See Us Through (Part 4) Hate the Feeling of Falling Have a Holly Jolly Christmas Horrible Things Isn't That Wizard It's How I'm Made Let Me Come Home Little Creepy House Love Letters On the Brave Shit The Origin of (Love Bug) Species What Beautiful Things I'll Wear When the Crypt Doors Creak You Know That I Would Jump Too

d u c k t a l e s Tales of Daring

g o o d o m e n s All I Want For Christmas Aziraphale's Favorite Author Dance on a Tightrope of Weird Free as My Hair His Love is All in Me How the Wine Plays Tricks on My Tongue Lockdown Blues Making Biscuits My Heart's a Stereo Naked in That Garden (18+) Out There Making DuckTales Pickin' Up the Pieces of the Mess You Made Road to Hell Something Meaty For The Main Course Step Too Far Tongue Tied Your Love is Holy (18+)

f a l l o f t h e h o u s e o f u s h e r Tomorrow I Shall Be Fetterless (18+)

f r i g h t n i g h t Emptiness to Melody Everybody Scream in Our Town of Halloween Fixed Up to the Nines Howl Like an Animal in the Darkness I'm So Hot I'd Fuck Myself (18+) I'm Starvin', Darlin', Let Me Put My Lips to Somethin' Late Night Devil Put Your Hands On Me (18+) Make Me Glow Night of Long Fangs (18+) Parade of Dancing Skeletons Talk So Pretty (18+) Who Are You Supposed To Be, Criss Angel? (18+)

h a u n t i n g o f b l y m a n o r ???

j u r a s s i c p a r k / w o r l d Best Behavior The Future Ex Mrs. Malcolm

p r o d i g a l s o n But Then My Stupid Phone Beeps Never Fallen From Quite This High Office Supplies Rude Boy They are the Hunters, We are the Foxes Trigger Happy With a Sense of Poise (18+)

s l o w h o r s e s Imposing Figure Inappropriate

[lifea16]

I am running out of notes to name these lol. More Incorrect quotes if you couldn't tell

Stolas, holding out a cookie for Blitz: Look! This ones a heart, that’s how I feel about you! Blitz: *Ugly crying* Stolas, holding out another cookie for Stella: This ones like Michigan, that’s how I feel about you! Stella, throwing their hands in the air: What does that mean?! --- Blitz: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking. --- Moxxie: But seriously, what is the real plan here that has to do with not fucking around? Blitz: There is no plan that does not involve fucking around. But we will make sure all of our fucking around will be applied in a constructive direction. --- Millie: Do you feel any better? Moxxie: I feel much better now that you here with me. Blitz walks in Moxxie: I feel half better. --- Loona: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees? IMP client: Bees? Loona: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES! IMP client: Wait- Blitz approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly --- Moxxie: I never understood why people cared so much about their dumb friends until I got a dumb friend myself. Moxxie: Picks up Blitz Moxxie: I’ve only befriended Blitz for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then my self. --- Blitz: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos. Millie: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard. Moxxie: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos? Blitz: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day. --- Stolas: Blitz is playing hard to get. Stolas: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of. --- Loona: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed the van? Blitz: Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Stolas, deer!" Loona: …And what did Stolas do? Blitz: …He said "Yes, Honey?"

[whyse7vn]

NIGHTMARE BLUNT ROTATION-

[ot7 x reader]

JIN DAY ☠️

8 participants - 8 online

———————————

hobi: jin lit one up for you at exactly 12 am 🙏🏻

namjoon: you have a problem

hobi: ok but so did everyone???

y/n: we said we were smoking at 12 pm not am…

hobi: but that’s now??

yoongi: exactly

hobi: so i’ve been high by myself this whole time

what the hell guys ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

jimin: jungkooks so gone

tae: rip 💓

jk: i cabt feel my face

but did i even have a face to begin with

tae: bro

jk: bro

jimin: watching the weed corrupt the youth in real time

this is crazy

jin: i’m seeing shapes

jimin: and the seniors

jk: are you born with the face or is the face born with you??

yoongi: one minute in and almost half of you have lost ur minds

yikes

tae: glass half full or half empty??

jk: is there even a glass

tae: omg…

y/n: happy birthday jin 💜💯‼️

jin: what the fuck????????????????

so you used the 100 emoji for what

do you think ur funny

cuz i’m telling you ur not

you’ve never been funny

not one bit

not a big bit

not a small bit

and definitely not a huge bit

y/n: ok….

jin: shapes

jimin: namjoon did you fr smoke???

y/n: HE DID

isn’t he a good boy

just like we told him to

did i have to hold his hand? maybe but he did it and i’m so proud

tae: so did i

am i a good boy

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

yoongi: shut up

namjoon: yeah i did

it’s not a big deal

i’ve done this before

jimin: yeah but not with US

this is going down in history 💜💜

namjoon: ur saying that like we’re all together rn

if anything i’m getting high with y/n not all of you

jimin: we are together in spirit

jk: or are we spirit in together

hobi: tomorrow x together

y/n: soobin’s birthday tomorrow

yoongi: fuck soobin

tae: am i a good boy?

jin: hexagon

hobi: i’m not even that high rn

jimin: that’s what happens when ur an addict i think

hobi: i’m not an addict

y/n: name a day you haven’t been high go

jk: 10th november 1412

hobi: ok just cuz i can’t think rn doesn’t mean ur right

jimin: gws addict

hobi: ur mad i can smoke you all out if i wanted to

jimin: yeah yeah whatever

tae: good boy am i?

yoongi: jin 31

y/n: crazy

jk: happy 21st

jin: thank you jungkook ❤️

jk: but when we say thank you who are we really thanking is it YOU or is it the you in thank you

hobi: did you do coke again be honest

jimin: where is namjoon gone

y/n: he’s on the floor staring at the ceiling rn

yoongi: is he dying?

y/n: maybe idk

hobi: just give him like 5 minutes

he’ll be fine

tae: good boy?

jk: tears of children

do you hear the children

jin: 25th birthday bash

y/n: what happened to 21st

jin: just turned 25

jimin: 250 😭😭😭😭😭😭

jk: dont cry jimin

don’t cry

do not

tae: @y/n

@everyone @all @bts @superjunior @yeontan @minions

jimin: wow this weed crazy

starting to feel hit

yoongi: weak

tae: can somebody comfort me i’m crying

jk: children are being held

some aren’t

the bigger issue is that we have no water

tae: thanks guys

namjoon: holy shit

hobi: welcome back bro

jin: i could run 427 marathons right now

yoongi: are you all fr…

hobi: be honest yoongi did you actually smoke cuz ur killing the vibe rn

yoongi: i’m not killing the vibe

hobi: u are

yoongi: not

hobi: y/n

y/n: leave me alone

hobi: y/n tell him he’s killing the vibe

yoongi: y/n tell him i’m not

namjoon: y/n kiss me

jin: y/n run

jk: what do we mean when we say run

jimin: run bts idk

jin: run over bts

namjoon: kiss bts

yoongi: kill bts

tae: crocodile bts

y/n: what

hobi: bts

tae: bello

minion langue

bello is minion for hello

am i a good boy

yoongi: you need therapy

tae: NO

jin: the government is coming for us

tae: say sike rn

i’ll cry

please say sike

oh please

jk: meow meow meow

namjoon: its like been reborn

jk: happy birth ❤️

jin: it’s my birthday

hobi: what about soobin

y/n: that’s tomorrow

jimin: who is soobin

yoongi: ugly

tae: he’s not good boy

jk: what is space

jin: big

jimin: LOL

space is so you

jin: whale

jimin: don’t talk about urself like that

ur beautiful

sorry i’m lying

ur pretty mid

namjoon: mid??

what’s mid?

yoongi: idk

jimin: jin

jin: are you calling me middle class rn

jk: fell in the middle of class once

was so sad

people laughed

but what does it mean to laugh

to fall

to conquest

hobi: conquest????

you mean conquer

tae: conker

jimin: what

y/n: what’s wrong with being middle class?

jin: nothing

i’m just not that

tae: ok like we get it you have money shut the hell up

good boy not u i’ll tell you that

namjoon: did that sentence make sense or am i just that high rn

jk: do fish have water inside their bodies

like cuz we have air inside ours

so do they have water in theirs

cuz water is their air

hobi: wait

yoongi: one conversation at a time pls

i fr can’t even comprehend this rn

hobi: the real question is when we go in the bath does water like go inside our bodies or not

jk: omg………..

does it????????!

tae: are we fish

jin: fishing

let’s do that

super tuna all the good stuff

namjoon: i like tuna

y/n: tuna is gross

jin: did you like my song about it

y/n: super tuna over the astronaut any day of the week

the astronaut a flop lowkey

jin: ok i didn’t ask for all of that

tf is ur problem it’s my birthday

tae: ok but if she said ur song flopped it flopped

jin: ok??? but at lest i wrote my song

i didn’t see ur name in ANY of the layover credits

yoongi: woah

namjoon: that’s crazy actually

tae: look here you old FUCK

y/n: hehe

tae: ur 31 years of age

31.

you have bigger problems rn

stop arguing with young people cuz ur sad ur turning into dust with every step

maybe instead of being a jealous bitch

you can go on a self healing journey and maybe you’ll finally find happiness in ur extremely long life

that or you kill your self

pick one cuz i’m sick of you

y/n: LMAO old fuck was crazy

jk: are we fish

hobi: octopus

jimin: octopussy

namjoon: ew

jin: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

jimin: too pretty 😓

jin: you just weight

wiat

wait

y/n: wait by dino

jimin: jin friends with dinos

y/n: he is?????

wait whose dinos

i’m talking about dino

jimin: me 2

y/n: lee chan

jimin: what

y/n: ?

lee chan

jimin: bangchan?

y/n: bangchan?

LEE chan

hobi: australian

naurrrr

yoongi: isn’t that the ninjas guy?

y/n: lee chan? no??

jimin: what

y/n: pls don’t tell me wait

him

jk: pls don’t tell me wait is a long name

is he american?

namjoon: so whose austialian then?

hobi: naur it’s me mate

howdy

jin: howdy?

are you a cowboy?

hobi: turn on the bbq jin mate

oh naur where my brolly gone mate

tae: ninjas

i like ninjas

lego ninjago

kai 😍

y/n: kai?

pretty girl you like peaches kai?

tae: not a girl but thank youu 🫶🏼

jin: i don’t know dino

i don’t fuck with seventeen like that the hell

their like ew

why would i talk to a bitch called dino

that’s stupid

jimin: seventeen???

who the hell talking about seventeen rn??

y/n: us

jimin: bangchan is in seventeen???

y/n: no?

jimin: ??

y/n: i’m taking about LEE CHAN

jimin: tf is lee chan?

y/n: dino

jimin: dino?

dinosaur

what

hobi: g’day mate

jk: no i can’t feel my toes rn 😞

tae: sorry for ur loss

jk: but is it a loss or a gain

have i gained the ability not to feel my toes or have i lost it

jin: the hexagon is back and bigger

jimin: ur bigger

y/n: sighs

namjoon: she smells so good

yoongi: ?

jin: can you guys sing happy birthday to me please

tae: happy birthday to you

hobi: oy wahnna sie hahppy buhthdie t' yah

jk: birthday birthday day birthday song

y/n: birthday by ten??

or by somi !!!

or happy birthday to you by nayeon

or the one by joy

yoongi: isn’t then ten one about sex?

jin: sing that one

yoongi: ew no

jin: why the fuck would i be talking to you

yoongi: ???

tf is that supposed to mean

jin: that i wouldn’t fuck you

yoongi: ok??

jin: ok

yoongi: why would i fuck YOU

jin: i’m hot

yoongi: you’re you…

jin: exactly

yoongi: no

jin: ?

what are you trying to say rn

cuz it can’t be that you think i’m ugly

yoongi: u make me want to throw up

jk: when ten said got no self control cuz i want it all so ima make you feel like tonight’s ur birthday

what did he really mean

tae: maybe he meant that hes got no self control cuz he wants it all so he’s gonna make you feel like tonight’s ur birthday

hobi: oy croy on moy buhthdie

he wants me to croy

fucking bugger mate

well pissed

y/n: what the fuck are you saying

tae: is ten 10 cuz if he is why is he singing about sex

jimin: ben 10

jk: he’s singing about a birthday

yoongi: birthday sex

y/n: by jeremih

hobi: crikey she thinks she’s me mate

she bloody not

jin: square

namjoon: square up

y/n: come at me

namjoon: hits you

(with my lips)

(on your lips)

(gently)

y/n: wow

jimin: um

tae: i love when you rp joon

jk: what is rp

jin: real pussy

hobi: love a cheeky bit of puss mate 😝

yoongi: never say that again

ever

like i’m fr

hobi: puss

cheeky fucking puss mate

yoongi: ur so lucky i can’t drive rn

hobi: cheeky mate xxx

naur the weeds getting to ya hey?

can drive the old tin can anymore?? right shame mate rigjt shame

jin: what langue is this i’m so confused

tae: with great power comes a cold heart

y/n: that is not the quote

tae: says who

y/n: facts

tae: requesting a fact check not by nct haha !!!!!

get it lol

fact check nct

LOOOOOOOOL

heh

wait

nct.

nct….

it’s not funny anymore

i hate nct

FUCK nct

i’ll kill nct

nct count ur days

namjoon: i’m so horny rn 😭

jimin: okay!!!!!!!

jin: ??

y/n: oh

tae: good boy

yoongi: getting high with you all has actually been the worst experience ever

jk: did we get high or did the high get us

jin: the high definitely got you

tae: ok but ur the one whose seeing shapes the end of the day not jungkook

jin: i’d rather see shapes lthan lose my mind at the end of the day

y/n: you have lost ur mind tho?

jimin: so have you?

y/n: and YOU think you’re any better rn

jimin: yeah…

yoongi: you all can’t handle weed how about you shut up now

hobi: idk why ur acting like you’ve not been effected mate

i knaur for a fact mate if we were all together rn ur hands would be all over a certain someone haha lol wink mate

and mate i definitely knaur you can’t even stand up right rn daunt act like ur better i see straight through ya mate

yoongi: you know nothing

and look at you

talking in that annoying “australian” accent

ur just as high

hobi: mate i would talk like this bloody sober

and i think ya knaur that don’t ya?

it’s ourkay to admit ur a little off ur head righ nour mate its okay mate

we won’t judge

yoongi: shut up

hobi: you see

sorry forgot the mate

you see mate

i knaur you all like the back of my bloody hand ok

joon the horny high

kook the stupid bloody questions and logic high

tae the sensitive and kinda a freak high

jin is like a paranoid

yoongi touchy and all muscles seem to stop working in your body high

jimin dumb ass bitch high

y/n my sweet silly giggly high

yoongi: ur wrong

hobi: yoongi mate

it’s natural to feel exposed when you’re this type of information mate

don’t think about it too much

just breathe

yoongi: i am breathing fuck off

jimin: IM NOT DUMB HIGH WHAT THE HELL

y/n: do i giggle???

namjoon: a lot baby

been giggling this whole time

goes straight to my dick

hobi deleted a message

hobi: ok namjoon stop taking!!! go take a nap

you WILL regret this

made me stop don’t my accent and everything

sighs it’s hard being the only REAL smoker in this world

namjoon: yolo

jk: is yolo yo low

or yeow loh

tae: hugs and kisses are needed on nights like these

jimin: am i dumb high fr…

i could name all 17 us states rn

don’t play

yoongi: 17?

y/n: seventeen

jin: fbi is coming for us

hobi: how about everyone goes and takes a nap!!

that’s such a real and cool idea

wow well done hoseok

thank u hoseok ur really cool

aw thx u too!!!!!

jimin: ur the dumb one you weed addict

hobi: yess so real so true

got to sleep jimin!!!

jimin: whatever kys i’m going out

hobi: harsh

but i don’t think that’s actually a good idea you should like stay inside lol

y/n ur still and joons house right?

y/n: YEAHHH

we are laying on the floor together i do think he fell asleep tho

hobi: yeah ok i’m omw

everyone drink some water take a nap sober up

next time we will definitely be smoking together irl geez who knew you were this weak ☠️☠️☠️

will save me the stress

cant even enjoy my high anymore sighs is this what joon feels like sober

this is kinda hell idk

tae: am i a good boy?

hobi: GO TO BED

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i have things to say but i won’t say anything whyse7vn self love era im trying i really am

[ochrearia]

8 BFs In a Room

Hell on Ochre technique is making myself balance 8 characters in one drabble because I feel guilty about leaving anyone's BFs out when they're on my list. Have fun shenanigans with a gut punch of angst at the end (sorry) <3

BFs in this drabble: PoPr!BF (Biff, mine), cs!BF (Beefer, mine), fc!BF (Boyf, Keyy's), wyd!BF (Beef, Karl's), sfa!BF (Peacock, Shed's), S2!BF (Bee, Isaac's), Candy!BF? (Blue, Slushgut's, unsure of a prefix for now), Yourself (YS)

“Why did I ever agree to this?” YS grumbled, rubbing a hand across his throat. “Fucking hell, I’m going to have such a sore throat tomorrow morning because I decided to indulge you shitters.”

“Well no one said you had to do them all one right after another, that was you, dumbass.”

YS glared at Boyf. “Oh and how else was I supposed to comprehend the request? Not a single one of you looked willing to wait your turn. No concept of patience in this room.”

“How am I supposed to have patience when you have such a cool song?! I got excited and so did everyone else!” Blue complained, contrasting the grin on his face.

“At least it was only six times and not seven. I had my turn months ago.” Biff was grinning as well. “Though I also had the thought in the back of my head that you wanted to kill me, potentially, so it was nervous fun.”

“I wasn’t gonna-” YS huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, fair enough, I literally smacked you across the room. Sorry. Have I ever actually said I was sorry for that? I’m such an idiot.”

“You were forgiven a long time ago, I don’t care.” Softer tone from Biff now. “Though I think you should have recreated the experience for everyone else. Or at least Beef.”

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Beef hollered, making angry faces at Biff. “Fuck you in particular!”

“Fuck you also!”

“I’m not smacking everyone across the room.” YS said bluntly. “I’m not going to be physically hurting any of you on purpose, thank you.”

“Aaah, big guy cares about us.” Peacock teased.

“Okay you’re making me consider going back on what I just said.”

“Can you reconsider that for Beefer specifically I kinda wanna see who’d win between you two.”

“He’s a literal dinosaur?? Who the hell do you think is gonna win?” YS asked incredulously.

“I haven’t figured out how to go into battle mode yet and I’m too nervous about how my situation’s playing out to ask yet.” Beefer shrugged. “If that makes you feel better. I can’t do much other than bite and scratch without it.”

“Can you hurry up and figure it out a little faster though? I’m not the only one who’s curious about all of that you know. I want to see what a dinosaur me would look like!” Insisted Bee, practically stars in his eyes.

“Hey I thought the specimen here was YS, not me!”

“You guys aren’t actually fucking calling me a specimen right. I wasn’t even awake for that shit you can’t just decide that’s one of my nicknames.” YS complained.

“Biff was the one who said it, and also laughed about it.” Peacock pointed.

“Snitch!”

“Holy fuck, you’re all toddlers. All seven of you, I swear to god. Why am I in charge of any of you? Isn’t that what your Picos and GFs are for, I should not be responsible for this.”

“What’s wrong with putting you in charge? You have the best ideas out of all of us.” Blue insisted. “I haven’t been here for too long but you’re pretty cool! The rest of you are too!”

“Him? Cool? Nah, just wait until he’s scared of upsetting you and he starts getting all subdued and nervous.” Boyf snarked with his phone.

“Wait until you find out that he’s-”

“Beef you better not finish that fucking sentence or the dumb corner will PERSONALLY have your name on it.” YS threatened.

“Blame Biff for talking his shit man, that wasn’t my fault.” Beef grinned with a shrug.

“Can you guys stop keeping all these secrets? I want to know the YS lore too. Sharing is caring!” Peacock asked. “How come Biff and Beef get to know but the rest of us don’t?”

“Because Biff’s an asshole and figured it out on his own because he has the same issue.” YS huffed, crossing his arms. “And he decided it would be a wonderful idea to tell Beef, who doesn’t have that issue, and who would sooner exploit it instead of being a kind person.”

“We were doing it to cheer you up, shut up man, you ruin my life with the same problem and I’m at a disadvantage because your tall, lanky ass can pick me up like I weigh nothing!” Biff countered, anger playful.

“Anyone else feel like they’re missing a couple seasons here?” Beefer asked to the rest.

“Sounds like we need to interrogate those two for some info.”

“Beef, we’re buddies… you can tell me!” Bee tried to tempt him. “We played Nun Massacre together that one time, come onnnn, tell me!”

“You tell anyone about that and I’m actually going to go back on what I said earlier. I don’t need anyone else knowing that there’s a way to incapacitate me and you two knowing is already bad enough.”  YS hissed.

“Why would you say that though?” Peacock laughed. “Now we know there’s a way to incapacitate you. Yeah, you’re definitely one of us if you can’t think that far ahead to realize saying that’s only going to make us more curious.”

“Fucking- Shut up. Forget I said that.”

“I’m still stuck on the mental image of him picking Biff up like a toothpick.” Laughed Blue. “Can you do that with all of us? Oh, oh, how many of us do you think you could pick up at once?”

“I am not doing that.”

“Oh my god, this guy is so fucking grumpy and boring. Would you just live a little?” Biff sighed, standing up from his place on the floor. “Think fast chucklenuts, you better catch me or we’re both going to the floor!”

“Biff-!”

Biff ran at YS, jumping halfway there and practically slamming into the taller’s chest. He stumbled, frantically trying to keep himself steady and also make sure the small asshole didn’t crash to the ground between his hands.

“Jesus fucking- Why. Why are you like this. Don’t do that again or I will just drop you on purpose.”

“Nah, you wouldn’t do that, you care too much about your little brother to let him get hurt.” Biff teased snidely.

“Just saying, YS, if you wanted to reconsider him being your first little brother, you still can.”

Biff glowered at Boyf like he’d just tried to commit murder. YS snorted out a laugh, shaking his head at how ridiculous things got when all of them were in the same room.

“So wait, Biff’s not the only one who can have little brother status?” Bee asked. “Wait, where can I sign up?”

“Is there a form we have to sign, or…?” Peacock questioned with a hint of mischief.

“Wait, I want a big brother too!” Blue butted in.

YS wanted to be swallowed into the ground in sheer embarrassment over how happy this was making him. The bloom of warmth in his chest was still so unfamiliar, but incredibly addicting for the times he actually had felt it. Starting right in his heart and aching in the best way, spreading across his chest and successfully chasing away his cold body temperature for a time.

“I’d say me too, but I don’t think he can handle hearing one more of those with how his face is starting to turn red.” Beefer snorted. “You’re so bad at hiding the joy on your face, man. But I think it looks like it belongs on you, to be honest.”

YS couldn’t stifle the groan when his arms were still occupied by Biff, who was an annoying little asshole for jumping at him, causing this to happen all at once, and expose him for how happy he could get over the sentiment of having them all as little brothers. Of course it would be the littlest brother that could cause so much damn chaos in a matter of seconds.

“Shut up…” He protested feebly, but what was he supposed to do when Biff moved closer to give him a proper hug now? Fuck this guy, knowing how to derail everything. He wasn’t used to feeling so loved, hadn’t felt anything like it in a good while.

“I didn’t know this guy even had the capacity to blush. See, these are the things we should be telling each other, every little bit of information is going to help if we have any chance of helping him out like he does with us.” Peacock seemed like he was going to make a list of things at this point.

“True! Even the little things help paint a better picture. Makes it feel like the puzzle we’re solving is an actual person instead of some stranger.” Bee added in agreement.

“You’re all so-” What could he really say? All of them seemed so determined, like they’d all already had this conversation to agree to care. Maybe they had and YS just hadn’t noticed. He didn’t always read every message they sent in the group chat, especially since they could get rather loud in there. The sentiment all directed at him made him lose his words entirely.

“He’s thankful.” Biff answered for him with a softer smile. “Emotionally constipated idiot. I told you, man. Told you everyone was going to come to the same conclusion. You made a point to reach out to everyone in this room and the first thing you said to them was how you wanted to help them. First impressions aside, did you really think we were just going to take your help without wanting to give it back?”

“Man, you really are dumb if you thought that.” Boyf teased. “It’s okay, you’re still the smartest one. Probably. Blame yourself for getting us so addicted to your hugs. As if we weren’t going to start caring about you when you were so insistent to give out such affection.”

“Dude thought giving hugs to the group of idiots who are suckers for physical touch wasn’t going to make us care about him too.” Beefer snorted. “Are we sure we can call this guy the smartest?”

God I hate all of these idiots… no I don’t. YS thought, almost cringing at how fast he went back on his own thought. “Well it wasn’t originally part of my plan to make you guys care about me, I was making the support network for everyone else. So that you’d care about each other.”

“So you’re extra dumb then, because that was not fucking happening.” Stubbornness, the universal attribute. Peacock was a victim to it as much as the rest were.

So… did he have seven little brothers now? What a chaotic family. YS supposed one of them could have been joking and he just wouldn’t know. If they were serious about it, he was too scared to ask still. They’d have to talk to him about it like Boyf and Beef had. He felt a little guilty for forcing them to be the first to bring it up when realistically he wanted to be able to treat them all the same like that. Talk about being addicted, he was addicted to the idea of being  family. Addicted to being kind to them, addicted to the idea he’d get so much more affection turned his way if he could just be honest and ask about the brother stuff.

They were all looking at him with soft looks, expressions also teasing for some of them.

They’re so determined and happy to do this. YS thought, a twinge of guilt stabbing through his chest. I can’t tell them what I’d planned for the support network when I connected enough of them… They care too much about me now, I can’t tell them I was supposed to be… gone… by now.

They didn’t need to know. That plan had gone out the window weeks ago anyway. YS knew he cared too much, as selfish as it was. But now, knowing how much they cared about him too? He couldn’t. And it was fine. They didn’t need to know the extent of it. It was fine.

YS was sure they could tell how much he cared about them all by now anyways. Apparently he was terrible at hiding the joy from his face.

[shadowwfoxx]

Misbehaving 18+

You knew that you shouldn’t have but curiosity got the best of you. 

After finally convincing Jake, you joined the war party on their mission after the eclipse. Jake’s one rule for you: don’t leave his sight. 

It’s not that he didn’t think you could defend yourself and hunt well, he just cared about you and felt better knowing you were safe with the rest of the clan. That’s why you were so shocked that you had successfully convinced him to let you come along. 

Not to mention you were known as one of the best hunters in your clan. However, training to become future Tsahik was time-consuming and made it hard to make time to keep your hunting skills sharp. 

Jake was leading the party and announcing the plan to the other warriors, looking at you from time to time to make sure you were close by. 

As you were listening to Jake who was now distracted with something else, you heard some noises coming from next to you. You looked back in front of you to make sure Jake was still distracted before you took a couple of steps near the source. You get your bow ready as you carefully walk more and more towards the noise. You were so distracted by what you heard that you didn’t realize how far you walked away from the group. You take a spot behind a tree and peer over to scope the scene. You see a figure of what you can make out to be an avatar wearing sky people’s clothing. His back was facing you but you could see the gun he was holding. After standing there he walked away deeper into the forest. Ready to follow him, you start to go around the tree when-

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” You gasp turning around only to be met with Jake’s narrowed eyes.

“Jake. I-“

“I asked you a fucking question”

Oh yea, you’ve pissed him off now.

“I..I…I heard something..and I-“ You stared at him wide-eyed. He grabs your arm and brings your face closer to his.

“What was the one thing I asked of you? Hm. The one thing I don’t you NOT to do?” You can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. 

“Not to wander…” your voice became smaller. You felt like a child again being scolded for doing something bad. Jake looks around and then drags you both back near the rest of the group.

“Change of plans. You are all dismissed. I’ll see you all in training tomorrow, usual spot.”

                                  ~~~~~

You storm into the hut, Jake hot on your heels. 

“Do you understand how stupid that was?” Huh? Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He yells while grabbing your arm to turn you to face him.

“I knew what I was doing! Why do you think I am such a baby?” you hiss at him. He rolls his eyes at your stubbornness. 

“What was your plan? What were you gonna do? Kill him?” You disobeyed his orders, yes but he made it seem like you were dumb and that’s what made you pissed.

“I am a good hunter” challenging him “I taught YOU how to hunt. I can handle myself” You stare at him before turning to leave the hut to take a walk. Jake grabs your arm stopping you.

“Watch…your fucking mouth.” Jake gets close to your face. He then shoves you onto your shared mat. 

“You know what happens when you misbehave? Hm??” He crouches down to get at the same level as you. Jake’s chest rose up and down quickly because of how angry he was with you and your stupid decisions. He knows you’re a good hunter. No doubt about it. But when it comes to your life. There is no negotiating. Now questioning himself on why he even said yes to you to come along on this trip. 

“I…I get punished…” you say softly, looking down at the floor. 

“That’s right. You get punished. Take your clothes off. Now.” 

Not wanting to anger him even more you quickly do as he says. He watches you. His eyes darkened. Your garments fall to the ground. Jake then sits on the cot. He taps his lap signaling you to go into position. “Come.”

You slowly get up from where you were to go across his lap. However, it seemed like you were going a little too slow because Jake then manhandles you onto his lap. You gasp. Getting ready to prepare for what’s in store for you. Seeing Jake all protective and mad turns you on. But part of you couldn’t help but feel a little scared because he was really angry. 

“Count,” Jake says coldly. There’s a slight pause before the first strike landed on your ass. It stung for a second before the pain faded away.

“One”

Jake spanks you again.

“Two” you wince. Tears are so quick to form.

“You know why I’m doing this to you? Hm?” Jake asks while he carefully massages your ass.

You start to cry. “Cause I didn’t listen.” 

Jake spanks you again. “Do you have any idea how worried I was when I looked over and saw that you weren’t there?” 

“T-Three.” You hiccup. “m’sorry.”

Slap. “I don’t care what your plan was. If you think of something you come and tell me first. D’you understand?” Jake raises his voice. 

“Four! Yes yes yes.” You say on the verge of sobbing. “M’sorry Jake.”

Jake goes on and spanks you another 6 times. You gasp. “Ten.” Your face is drenched in your tears. You’re tired, your ass feels sore, and you’re starting to grow needy. “Jake, please! M’sorry I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again please please.” Hiccuping between words. You were a mess. 

“Alright, babygirl. C’here. Shhh.” Jake picks you up and brings you to his chest. Making sure to be careful of your soreness. He gently massages and rubs the area while his other hand guides your head to the crook of his neck. You wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses your cheek. You whimper. “Shhh. It’s ok. Relax baby.”

“I’m so sorry Ma’Jake. I won’t do it again.”

“What are you not gonna do again? Hm? Tell me.” He says softly with a little sternness. He takes both of his hands to your face to take it away from the crook of his neck. “C’mon look at me. Tell me what you’re not gonna do again.” He asks while wiping away your tears. 

“Disobey your orders.” You say while looking into his eyes with a pout.

“And what are you going to do if you hear or see something?” Jake tilts his head. 

“I am gonna tell you first.” You look down and start to play with his fingers. 

“Good girl.” He leans in and kisses the top of your head. There was a long pause. Jake was admiring you playing with his hands. How soft your actions were. “I d’know what I would’ve done if I lost ya. I love you too much.” He says softly, now looking at you.

You stop what you were doing and look up at him. You look into his eyes for a bit before going in to hug him. Jake immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. His body is like a furnace making you feel so cozy in his arms. 

“I love you.” You say. You rub Jake’s back up and down. You slightly separate to kiss Jake. It was a kiss filled with love and passion. It was slow yet steady. It was just the right comfort that the both of you needed. You’ve almost forgotten that you were literally naked until you felt Jake’s hard cock underneath his loincloth rub against the area you needed him the most.

You slowly start to grind on him. One of Jake’s hands moved to your waist while the other took place on your neck. You moaned at that, loving the pressure. You start to grind faster, desperate for a release. He breaks the kiss to take a breath.

“Holy shit.” Jake chuckles as his eyes wander to where you were grinding on him. A prominent mark is shown on his loincloth from your wetness. “that feel good hun?” 

“so so good.” You whisper. You throw your head back. Jake grabs at your hips helping you grind yourself faster. His fingers gripping onto them so hard. 

“Please can I cum? I w-wanna cum so bad please please please”. You gasp as Jake bucks his hips up to meet your grinds. Sending pleasure up your spine. You don’t know how much longer you can hold it for. Your body is on fire. You lean into Jake grasping onto his soft hair, pulling slightly. He hisses in return. “Yea, babygirl get yourself off for me. C’mon honey.” 

That’s exactly what you needed to hear before you cum all over him. Your body trembles as your orgasm takes over. That almost makes him bust right there but he wasn’t done with you yet.

He leans you back into a kiss. As you’re kissing Jake he unties his loincloth and tosses it to the ground. You reach around you and grab your thick braid. 

You break the kiss, breathing so heavily as Jake moves to attack your neck. He peppers hot kisses all over your neck. Once he kisses the spot a little below your ear you whine. “Found it.” He chuckles into your neck as he starts to suck on your sweet spot. 

“Tsaheylu,” you say out of breath. Jake takes himself away from your neck. He looks up at your braid and then at you. He smirks.

“Please Jake” you beg. “I wanna feel you.” He just finds you so fucking adorable. The way you beg and have that needy face just for him. Jake grabs his braid and brings it over his shoulder before bringing his queue close to yours. 

Once they intertwine you both moan loudly as your pupils dilate. You both stare deeply into each other’s eyes before you smash your lips together hungrily. You moan into Jake’s mouth as he flips you over so that you are on the bottom. You both feel the intense love you hold for each other. You especially feel Jake’s intense feeling of protectiveness over you. His hands running up and down your body. He takes one of his hands and uses to guild his cock closer to your cunt. He rubs the tip up and down your slit with ease, your juices coating him.

“Oh Jake” you moan softly. He pushes himself in. You’re breathing heavily as you start to adjust to the feeling of that initial stretch. Slight pain slowly turns into pleasure.

“Fuck your so tight” Jake grunts as he starts to quicken his pace. His arms are right by your shoulders holding himself up so that he doesn’t crush you. You wrap your legs around Jake’s hips, encouraging him to go deeper. 

“Oh great mother” you gasp. Jake’s hard thrusts taking the air out of you. You feel all of him physically and emotionally. Your brain gets overwhelmed by what to put its attention on. You close your eyes as everything becomes so intense. Your hands wrap around his biceps as you try and stabilize yourself. You moan so loudly, not caring who can hear. It all felt too good. Jake thrusts even deeper making you open your eyes wide, gasping. 

“There she is,” he chuckles. Jake suddenly pulls out. You whine at the emptiness. He turns your body over so that you’re lying on your stomach. He sneaks an arm underneath to bring your ass up and knees on the ground. He brings one of his legs up beside yours as he enters you again, groaning at how your cunt is practically sucking him back in. He resumes his rough pace, going even deeper with this new position. 

“Oh, right there.” You gasp again. The pleasure now overwhelms you even more. A particularly deep thrust sends an immense amount of pleasure coursing through your body, causing you to instinctively move away. You didn’t make it that far, not without Jake’s quick reaction, grabbing your hips and bringing you back.

“Where’d you think you’re goin’ hm?” He spanks your ass as a warning. You squeal at that. “Please, Jake,” you mumble into your arm. You don’t even know what you’re begging for exactly, for him to stop, for a release, for more. Pleasure is taking over entirely of your mind. The sound of skin slapping echoes through your shared hammock. You start to tighten around him, signaling that you’re close. 

“Not yet,” Jake growls. He spreads your ass apart to see how you’re sucking him in with each thrust. The sight makes him roll his eyes back. Every noise you make brings him closer and closer to his climax. Not to mention how wet and warm you are around him.  Your body is ready to give out. Everything is just so intense. The stinging lingering on your ass, your cheek rubbing into the mat. Your legs trembling, struggling to hold you up.

“I..I can’t! S’too much.” you beg, not caring how pathetic you sound. The pressure in your stomach becomes unbearable to hold on to. You’re a moaning mess.

“Cum for me, baby, show me what a good girl you are and cum,” Jake grunts as he reaches his hand to your puffy clit and rubs it fast. You gasp loudly, grabbing Jake’s wrist as you start cumming hard.  Your legs tremble. You cunt squeezing tightly around Jake, making him fall over the edge with you. He leans his entire front onto your back. 

“Oh fuck yes.” He growls in your ear as he gives you one final thrust, making sure his cum is deep inside of you. You both moan shakily as you recover from your highs. Jake peppers kisses on your shoulders and back. You couldn’t even move if you tried, your body now exhausted. Jake pulls out slowly, knowing how fragile you are right now. He lays you both down on the mat, falling asleep in each other’s arms. 

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SECOND POST WOOOOO

[flufallo]

Um.... I found a random quote generator

Cat king: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.

Charles: Actually, Edwin is my favourite.

Cat king: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

Edwin: Do you have a self-care routine?

Jenny: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

Charles : Do you guys want to see a butterfly?

Niko: Ooh, yes please!

Jenny, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug!

Charles: It's not a bug though...

Jenny: ...

Niko: ...

Jenny: Well I still don't want to see.

Niko, realizing: Please don't throw-

Charles : Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

Monty: Edwin keeps forgetting which WiFi network they're supposed to use.

Monty: So I renamed ours to "Edwin, use this one" to help them out a little.

Charles: How would you like your coffee?

Crystal : As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Charles, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Cat king: Fuck you.

Esther : No u.

Cat king: I'm down.

Esther : You're like 2, what the fuck-

Cat king: I AM NOT 2!

Cat king: Monty is a strings kid. We must sacrifice them to the band gods.

Charles: Yes.

Crystal : You're right. It'd be a good initiation for me.

Monty: Wait, guys, what about the truce we signed-

Charles: What truce?

Cat king: *sigh* The truce that we must destroy all the choir kids and leave the strings alone.

Esther : Wait, I'm a choir kid!

Everyone else: *prepares for sacrifice*

Squad reactions to being called straight:

Jenny: The fuck, no I'm not.

Edwin : Excuse the hell out of you?

Cat king: Ding dong, you are wrong!

Charles: Who told you that? And why did they lie?

Niko: Rude.

Esther : *punches the person*

Cat king: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!

Esther : At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Cat king: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Esther : Somehow that's worse

Jenny: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

Monty: What makes a bigger memory than a passionate kiss?

Edwin: A stab wound.

Jenny: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Monty: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Niko: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Crystal : Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

Niko: I just want someone to take me out.

Crystal : On a date?

Cat king: With a sniper gun?

Esther : Both if you're not a coward.

Esther : OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE!

Monty: *Climbing* THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!

Cat king: Is this mistletoe?

Edwin: Uh, no, no, that is basil.

Cat king: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you.

Edwin: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.

Charles: You know what’s funny about Edwin? They’re my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt them is someone I’d murder, probably.

Charles: I’ve only had Edwin for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Cop: What are your names?

Esther: Don't tell them, Cat king.

Cop, writing: Cat king...

Esther: Crap.

Cat king: Nice going, Esther.

Cop:

Cat king: Uh oh.

Monty: I’m taking a look at your numbers, and it doesn’t look good. You have a lot of measurements. Quite a few variables.

Charles: Is that… bad?

Monty: Variables are the #1 risk factor for outcomes. The past is a big contributor to the future.

Charles: Isn’t that just causality?

Monty: Causality is the leading cause of death in this country.

Charles: So what are my odds?

Monty: Do you have a family history?

Charles: Of what?

Monty: Just, in general.

Charles: …Yes?

Monty: Oh no.

Niko, texting Edwin : *sends a voice message*

Edwin , texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?

Niko: No, don’t worry, just listen later.

*later*

Edwin : *presses play*

Niko's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

Monty: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Esther , used to Monty being dumb: Sure...

Monty: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Esther : Okay?

Monty: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Esther :

Monty: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Esther : Jesus, that one is a little-

Jenny, interested: No, no, Monty, keep going.

Crystal : But we’re friends! I was building up to calling you a nickname soon!

Edwin: That’ll never happen! In fact, you just lost “Edwin” privileges. From now on, you can call me by my last name or ‘Hey, you.’.

Crystal : Come on, Edwin.

Edwin: *glares*

Crystal : Come on, Hey you.”

Crystal : That shirt looks great, Charles.

Charles: Thanks.

Crystal : But I bet it would look even better on Edwin's floor.

Edwin: Are you hitting on Charles... for me?

Cat king: What do we think of Monty?

*pause*

Charles: *sighs* Nice pal.

Crystal : I think they're gay.

Esther : What am I supposed to do?

Monty: If I were you? I’d try and make peace with whatever deity, pantheon, or Divine Other you believe in.

Esther : I’m an atheist.

Monty: Then just get ready to die I guess

*playing twister*

Crystal : Right hand red.

Charles: *ends up on top of Edwin *

Edwin: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Crystal : I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice

Cat king: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Edwin: We're chopsticks!

Cat king: Well... that's cute!

Cat king: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?

Charles: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

Monty: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Edwin: Sure!

Edwin: Whats your favorite color?

Monty, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

Edwin: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows

Cat king, to Esther : All right, let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves. I’m going to go first– I hate you.

Cat king: I’m a bad person, I’m a very bad person, I’m a horrible person.

The Squad:

Cat king: No you’re not, Cat king! We still love you, Cat king!

Esther : This should be illegal!

Jenny: It is.

Jenny: What scares you guys the most?

Charles: Werewolves!

Niko: Sharks.

Edwin: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death.

Monty:

Monty: Edwin.

Charles: What do you think Cat king will do for a distraction?

Edwin: They'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Edwin: ...or they could do that.

Charles: Pfft, you should meet Niko, they're such a tsundere.

Monty: They... they just stabbed you.

Charles: So cute.

Cat king: All in all, a 100% successful trip.

Niko: But we lost Esther .

Cat king: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

*Cat king falls over*

Monty: Cat king! Are you alright?

Cat king: Is that you, God?

Monty: What?

Cat king: It's just, you sound a lot more like Monty than I expected.