#this is my last one okay i couldnt resist :(

[deviloutofluck]

if you’re hearing BLACK SMOKE by ANN SOPHIE playing, you have to know ANASTACIA "NASH" MENDOZA (THEY/THEM; NONBINARY) is near by! the 47 year old BOUNCER AT AMBROSIA LOUNGE has been in denver for, like, 5 MONTHS. they’re known to be quite SECRETIVE, but being PROTECTIVE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble SARA RAMIREZ. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those WORN OUT LEATHER JACKETS, LATE NIGHT SMOKES AND MUSIC PUMPING FROM THE SPEAKERS AT ANY HOUR vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the DOWNTOWN DISTRICT long enough!

tw: lowkey death mention right at the end

Anastacia (mostly known as Nash) Mendoza is the youngest sibling of two and Felipe's titi (gender neutral word for aunt/uncle in spanish) but has very little contact with their family, dipping in and out of their lives and mainly shows themselves during important occasions. They got branded as the black sheep of the family early on, refusing to conform to a lifestyle fitted for their class. They were more so the type to stay out until early hours, hammer away on their current car or even sneak away for days at a time doing who knows what.

They moved out at the age of 17 with their then girlfriend, both settling in a loft apartment while they tried to keep themselves afloat. It was the best 3 years of Nash's life thus far, finally getting a proper taste of freedom - but it wasn't to last as the couple found themselves wanting different things in life and thus parted ways. Nash proceeded to get themselves a bigger apartment to dull the pain and dated around for a while, but no partner lasted longer than a year.

It wasn't until they crossed paths with a most stunning woman named Yazmin Elsayed that they turned around their life for real, smitten from the start and unwilling to give up until they had the other person on a date. There were a few years between them, after all, but it didn't seem Yazmin minded too much and not before long they both found themselves dating. It turned into one of Nash's more fulfilling relationships to date, the two feeling quite in tune to the point of moving in together and being comfortable enough to imagine their future with one another. However, things were to take a turn for the worst and both of their flaws were to become their downfall.

Two friends of Nash reached out one day to fill them in a business idea they had been cooking up for the past year or so, wondering if they would be willing to help finance the project for a stake in the company - and being slightly on the impulsive side of things, Nash found themselves unable to say no. They chose not to let Yazmin in on the investment, wanting it to be a surprise once money came rolling in - and it surely seemed to be heading in the right direction, until one of the two friends suddenly bailed with the funds. Nash and the second one stood there empty-handed, unable to do much besides file a police report for the money but no matter how long they waited they saw no return and the bank was suddenly on their tails, wanting to see some payments made back to them.

The stress, anxiety and sleepless nights began to take a toll on Nash, finding it ever so hard to tell Yazmin of what had happened and that they were sitting in the red money-wise. They slowly moved away from their chirpy self, being snappy and cold and it didn't help that Yazmin was too busy with work to properly notice that something was going on - often tired herself from work. Nash began to sneak money out of their shared joint accounts to pay off their debts and even tried to embezzle some money from their current work place, which didn't go unnoticed and eventually got them fired. Eventually Yazmin found out and the two were thrown into a fight of a lifetime, one that shook them to the core and caused them to crack in every corner. Nash felt like Yazmin was neglecting their relationship and Yazmin was hurt by Nash's lack of trust in her - thus they broke up.

Nash decided to move away from Denver in the hopes of getting away from, well, everything and managed to a slight degree. A new job, some new flings... but the debt kept looming over them like a dark cloud. Then, a mere decade later their sister came them a brief call to let them know their father was on his death bed, not wanting them to miss the chance to say goodbye. Nash decided to take the opportunity to return back home, figuring that plenty time had passed and there was little chance of them bumping into their past at this point. Today they work as a bouncer at Ambrosia Lounge and doing their best to simply move forward.

[imnotkaizer]

closer. paigebueckers x reader.

S : your known enemy, paige, finding out you failed your finals which you dedicated your life preparing for, she then gladly helped you loosen up.

W : munch paige. fingering. jealous paige. breakdown. public sex. dub-connish. almost caught. paige starts to get agressive while jealous.

You are currently walking for your next class, it was such a hassle today, you have been focusing too much on your studies that you forgot what fun felt like, a single drop of booze in your tounge will be really appreciated.

Finals is near, everyone is buried in their textbooks, tensions of scribbling and pages flipping, no one wanted to be caught unprepared.

Except for this girl, paige.

She approached you with a sharp smile, you stood still, heart steady, already knowing this wouldnt end with words.

She sauntered over, her grin wide and smug, she leaned in, voice dripping with mockery, "you look like your suffering." she assumed by the sight of your stressed out face, you rolled your eyes resisting the urge to snap but you couldnt help yourself.

"atleast im trying, unlike you. when was the last time you opened your notes?" you tilt your head brows furrowed with that amused smirked plastered on your lips.

She snapped back, voice dripping with arrogance. "pretty sure your aware of my gpa." she leaned down lips brushing on your ear. "for a busy athlete like me, still managed." she bragged.

You couldnt help but scan her from head to toe, the jersey clinging to her lean form, arms crossed, you swallowed your saliva, you cant blame her for being cocky, i mean look at her.

She noticed your eyes lingering a little too long, she raised an eyebrows a sly smirk curling on her lips, "like what you see?" she teased like she was aware of the effect she had on you.

"fuck off." you frowned, stomping your way to your next class clutching your books closer to your chest.

. . . .

The moment finally arived, your final exam was finally placed infront of you, the weight of it pressing down on your chest, but you pushed it all aside, all it mattered now is your paper.

Scanning the papers infront of you, the words blurring together, overwhelmed by the sheer amout of information you had to rethink, you started to panic, you stared at the same line for six minutes.

As the final bell rang, signalling the end of the exam, you let out a breath, but the relief was short lived when your professor called you over with a firm stare, she handed you your paper with a harsh red F, "what happend dear?" she asked calmly, your throat got stuck, lips apart, breathing shallow.

The second your professor walked away, you sniffled, all crashing down on you, you sprinted to the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest, tears starting to fall uncontrollably.

You leaned you palm on the cold counter glaring at yourself through the mirror, you felt defeated, mistaken.

Just your luck, paige walked in, her jersey still damp from practice, the faint smell of sweat mixed with her expensive perfume, towel around the back of her neck, her eyes immidiately caught yours filled with tears, she kept queit and sighed deeply.

"figured this would happen." she muttured, you let out a hitched gasped sniffling more. "leave me alone, paige." you begged through sobs, squeezing your eyes shut.

She sighed crossing her arms, she then took a step towards you, her usual rough exterior softening for a moment "hey.." she murmured her voice low.

"its okay, you'll bounce back." as she was about to pat your shoulder, you flinched rubbing your knuckles with your thumb as to comfort yourself.

"i know what it feels like." she sputtered out of the blue, you looked over at her lips apart eyebrows raised, her eyes softened heart clenching.

"i dont need your sweet talk." you spat gritting your teeth, bringing your palm to you face calming yourself.

"okay, suit yourself." paige was quick to give up backing away, you breathed heavily, keeping your gaze softened, getting desperate, she noticed this, the tension was too much, too much to bare.

Paige lowered her eyebrows, leaning closer to your face until you felt her breath hit your cheeks, she scanned your eyes glistening, she cursed under her breath and bought her lips againsts your, pulling you closer by the waist kissing you deeply.

She took your hand grasping on them tightly, dragging you to a empty stall, you barely had time to react before she slammed you against the wall, kissing you deeper, hungry and demanding, teeth grazing, hands firm on your waist like you would slip.

You could barely pull away to catch your breath, lips swollen, eyes glazed, but she didnt even give you a second more before crashing her mouth back onto yours, deeper.

Your let out a soft muffled moan into the kiss, not being able to hold it back, then you felt the curve of her lips against yours.

Her lips parted from yours slowly, deliberately, and just slowly, unsure if she should, she then just stared at you scanning face.

Her hands starts to trail under your shirt, you gasped when she found your nipple, pinching them roughly, you hissed squeezing your eyes shut, she presses her forehead againsts yours, whispering. "you have no idea what you do to me."

Your breath hitched, swallowing a lump. "all those stupid bickerin, fuckin love them." she scoffed her smirk staying plastered on her lips cocky smirk.

"aint even have any idea why you hate me." she slowly kneeled infront of you, keeping her eyes on you deliberate.

"let me show you, how much i hate you too." she gave you a deceiving smile, her fingers reaching your waistband, slowly dragging it down, off with your thong, she watched your face the whole time.

Your breath hitched, blinking momentarily, stunned by her action, your thighs twitched but she held them secured just in time.

She slowly flicked her tounge teasingly at your folds, observing your reaction, her two fingers reached your entrance, easing them up.

She then sucked you clit, teeth grazing her whole tounge gliding on your clit, you groaned throwing your head back.

She lifted your one leg up bringing them to her shoulder, she leaned up pressing your body more to the door.

Your breath got caught when the sound of the door swinging open hit your ear, you are quick to slap you mouth, covering any clues that the two of you are currently one of these stalls.

You look over at paige and notice her eye smile, you rolled your eyes bitinf your lips hoping it would help contain the noise.

"Dont you think (name) getting a little to sexy these days?"

"yeah girl shit- i mean- her ass is a fucking cake."

"should make your move on her girl."

Paige sinked her teeth on your clit, two fingers suddenly sliding roughly inside you without warning.

You accidentally let out a small whimper "mhh-!" squeezing your eyes shut, the room became quiet, a little too quiet, getting so overwhelming.

"anyone here?" the girl called out, paige didnt stop her relentless abuse on your pussy, not giving a single shit.

"the fuck." the girl muttered. "girl lets go."

The door swang open again slamming close, paige leaned up licking her bottom lip, glaring at you.

"Why are you blushing?" she furrowed her brows lips apart, as she curled her fingers inside you, her eyes focused on your flushed cheeks.

"no im no-" she cut you off gripping on your chin firmly to keep your stare at her. "you fucking are, you turned on by them?" she tilt her head, voice venomous, her teeth gritting.

"yeah? hm?" she squeezer her lips together getting a notice on your trembling legs thats on the urge to give up. "no-" you groaned when she increased her pace, she buried her face on your neck whispering.

"want them too fuck you too?" she asked, not exactly a question, more like a warning, you are quick to shake your head.

"but you know baby, no one will even fuck you this good." she hummed mockingly, and that one final thrust, your legs completely gave up, paige quickly caught you lifting you up, white liquid dripping on your thighs.

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[qwesty-030]

@finny-propaganda @girlhelpsworld

One of my favorite scenes from A Separate Peace, taken from chapter four:

A French examination was announced for one Friday late in August. Finny and I studied for it in the library Thursday afternoon; I went over vocabulary lists, and he wrote messages—je ne give a damn pas about le francais, les filles en France ne wear pas les pantelons—and passed them with great seriousness to me, as aide-mémoire. Of course I didn’t get any work done. After supper I went to our room to try again. Phineas came in a couple of minutes later.

“Arise,” he began airily, “Senior Overseer Charter Member! Elwin ‘Leper’ Lepellier has announced his intention to make the leap this very night, to qualify, to save his face at last.”

I didn’t believe it for a second. Leper Lepellier would go down paralyzed with panic on any sinking troopship before making such a jump. Finny had put him up to it, to finish me for good on the exam. I turned around with elaborate resignation. “If he jumps out of that tree I’m Mahatma Gandhi.”

“All right,” agreed Finny absently. He had a way of turning cliches inside out like that. “Come on, let’s go. We’ve got to be there. You never know, maybe he will do it this time.”

“Oh, for God sake.” I slammed closed the French book.

“What’s the matter?”

What a performance! His face was completely questioning and candid.

“Studying!” I snarled. “Studying! You know, books. Work. Examinations.”

“Yeah ...” He waited for me to go on, as though he didn’t see what I was getting at.

“Oh for God sake! You don’t know what I’m talking about. No, of course not. Not you.” I stood up and slammed the chair against the desk. “Okay, we go. We watch little lily-liver Lepellier not jump from the tree, and I ruin my grade.”

He looked at me with an interested, surprised expression. “You want to study?”

I began to feel a little uneasy at this mildness of his, so I sighed heavily. “Never mind, forget it. I know, I joined the club, I’m going. What else can I do?”

“Don’t go.” He said it very simply and casually, as though he were saying, “Nice day.” He shrugged, “Don’t go. What the hell, it’s only a game.”

I had stopped halfway across the room, and now I just looked at him. “What d’you mean?” I muttered. What he meant was clear enough, but I was groping for what lay behind his words, for what his thoughts could possibly be. I might have asked, “Who are you, then?” instead. I was facing a total stranger.

“I didn’t know you needed to study,” he said simply, “I didn’t think you ever did. I thought it just came to you.”

It seemed that he had made some kind of parallel between my studies and his sports. He probably thought anything you were good at came without effort. He didn’t know yet that he was unique.

I couldn’t quite achieve a normal speaking voice. “If I need to study, then so do you.”

“Me?” He smiled faintly. “Listen, I could study forever and I’d never break C. But it’s different for you, you’re good. You really are. If I had a brain like that, I’d—I’d have my head cut open so people could look at it.”

“Now wait a second ...”

He put his hands on the back of a chair and leaned toward me. “I know. We kid around a lot and everything, but you have to be serious sometime, about something. If you’re really good at something, I mean if there’s nobody, or hardly anybody, who’s as good as you are, then you’ve got to be serious about that. Don’t mess around, for God’s sake.” He frowned disapprovingly at me. “Why didn’t you say you had to study before? Don’t move from that desk. It’s going to be all A’s for you.”

“Wait a minute,” I said, without any reason.

“It’s okay. I’ll oversee old Leper. I know he’s not going to do it.” He was at the door.

“Wait a minute,” I said more sharply. “Wait just a minute. I’m coming.”

“No you aren’t, pal, you’re going to study.”

“Never mind my studying.”

“You think you’ve done enough already?”

“Yes.” I let this drop curtly to bar him from telling me what to do about my work. He let it go at that, and went out the door ahead of me, whistling off key.

[sillyhanako]

୧﹒cw﹕kaiser x gn!reader, established relationship, reader knows kaiser before the neo egoist league

୧﹒wc﹕706

ー﹕m.list﹐

As the final whistle pierced the air, signaling the end of an intense battle, the players collapsed onto the ground, utterly spent yet undeniably satisfied. Their bodies ached, but their spirits soared, having pushed themselves to the brink in pursuit of victory. With weary smiles, they exchanged glances —an strengthened bond forged in the heat of competition and shared struggle.

but none of that mattered to you right now. you were beyond spent, you wished nothing but rest. Oh how your bed looks so charming right now... the match felt like a warzone with everyone fighting each other, regardless of whether they were allies or opponents. They were all driven by their egos, each trying to score a goal and be the center of attention.

Sure, you are one of those players, but we don't talk about that - The only goal on your mind was to muster up every last bit of your energy to make your way to your room, and the blue lock layout did not make it easier - seriously, at this point it should be called the Blue Maze! But alas, you managed to feel the welcoming embrace of your chamber once again. However, you must resist the temptation! You reek of sweat, and staying any second longer drenched like this will drive you mad. A shower could solve all of your problems.

Stepping under the hot water, a wave of warmth enveloped you, soothing your sore muscles and washing away the fatigue from the match. The steam curled around you, creating a soft veil that blurred the shower glass. Closing your eyes, you let the hot water cascade over your head, down your back, and pool around your feet. It felt like a much-needed reset, each droplet rinsing away the remnants of competition and reviving your spirit.

After ensuring that you only smelled your favorite scent, you put on a matching black robe that KAISER

had bought for the both of you. As you dried your hair, you scrolled through Instagram posts, casually liking your teammates close friends' only stories.

Finally resting on your bed was supposed to be a euphoric feeling, but you can't help but feel like something's missing, the bed feels way too empty for your liking. You gotta do something about this...

Knock. knock.

"Ness, i told you to leave me alo-"

"Open na noor."

you werent left standing as in mere seconds the door opened, he only knew one person who would knock at his door forty five minutes after the match ended, and it was you. It was opened with a kaiser that was smiling softly at you, a contrast to his previous sour demeanor.

"Ah [name]? What a pleasant suprise, but you usually text me before coming over, no?"

he opened the door wider and stepped aside for you to come in. The room smelled just like his signature fragrance, and they way its customized just screams him, he has his laptop open playing today's match, a casual routine for him to improve his performance.

You ploped down head first into the mattress with his scent filling up your wind pipes, his pillows were all too familiar. you finally knew what was the missing piece that kept you restless, him.

Its safe to say you both reached a point in your relationship were you couldnt sleep without eachother. " my phones almost out of charge, you dont mind right? " you looked up at his form who was going in a beeline towards you "what do you mean i dont mind? weve been together for 3 years im more than okay with your presence besides mine." He knew by your tone what you wanted at this moment.

so he got over his side of the bed (even though its technically his bed) and gently lifted the blanket over your legs and pulled it over the both of you. Its was usually you who spoons him, hugging him to your chest while you scratched his head but perhaps it was fine to swipe the roles from time to time, taking turns pampering the other person sounded nice. however right now youd like to preserve the thinking for an other time and instead enjoy nuzzling into your boyfriend's chest.

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[blegh-110]

How would reader react to Tangerine coming home sick or injured? We already know he would baby the hell out of her if roles were reversed but would she try and take care of him if he needed help?

okay, so the reader in general has a very, very big heart. no matter who the person is, she will always feel for them, and she hates that. she thinks its a weakness of hers. even if its a person she hates, she cant stand seeing them in any kind of pain, she just gets no satisfaction from that.

so when tangerine comes stumbling through the front door, groaning with cuts all over his arms and bruises forming all over his face, the first thing reader feels is shock. she always sees tangerine come back from a mission with a bruise or two, and usually a bloody nose. thats all. and he is able to carry himself with no issue. but he just looked horrible. his lip was busted, both eyes beginning to bruise, as well as his cheeks. he had abandoned his blazer, only wearing his white button up, but it was absolutely drenched in blood and shredded up, like he was constantly being sliced up.

she covers her face and cringes when tangerine bumps himself into the table and doubles over, cursing in pain. not knowing what to do, she curled herself up on the couch with peach, not wanting to be seen by him. luckily, he passes by very slowly into the kitchen. every step and groan is torture for her.

the last straw for her was seeing tangerine bring out a giant bottle of rubbing alcohol and poor it directly over his the cuts on his arms. she jumps out off of the couch, placing a confused peach where she sat, and quickly walked to the kitchen.

"tangerine, stop it!"

he flinches when hearing you, thinking you were asleep upstairs.

"what are you doin' up so late?" he asks with furrowed eyebrows. he takes your sleep schedule very seriously. he knows you worked yourself to the bone and barely slept before bringing you into his life. not even getting the recommended minimum time.

"i dont know, i couldnt sleep. dont put this stuff on your cuts, it doesnt actually help."

tangerines heart speeds up he feels your hands gently grab his arm and bring it over the sink.

"wash it with water and soap instead, okay" you look up at him to make sure hes paying attention only to see he was already staring at you. even with the handful of bruises and blood on his face, he was still the most handsome man youve ever seen. you cough and bring your attention back to his arm.

"cool water, okay?"

"okay"

after cleaning the cuts on his arms, you ask him to clean the ones on his chest and stomach himself. you couldnt bring yourself to even think about doing it, you know youd get distracted.

the most you did was clean the blood off of his face, and even that was difficult. being so close to him and holding his face in your hands. the way tangerine closed his eyes and sighed when you brushed his hair back will forever be engrained into your mind. you couldnt resist doing it again just to hear his pretty sighs and feel his hair running through your fingers. this was the perfect moment to feel him without actually giving into his advances, and you took it.

after cleaning his bloodied cheek, you couldnt stop yourself from softly brushing over it with your thumb. after the last swipe, you had to pull yourself away before you did something you know youd regret.

"okay, i think thats good"

tangerine nodded his head, a little dazed from all your touches. you felt a little giddy to have affected him this much.

"thank you so much, my love" and he ends the night with his hands cradling your neck and a kiss to your cheek.

[asteral-feileacan]

Random Arcane finale thoughts in bullet points in no particular order (spoilers)

...

so like they just couldnt resist killing not one of my favourite characters, not two, not even three, but all FIVE of my favourite characters???

Well actually no Ekko survived the slaughter

but still 5/6 is crazy and i am deeply wounded

but wait can't like our ascended "bros" just come back in the definite S3 because they just got absorbed into the stone?? What is all this setup for S3 i fear i will not survive another season

okay okay backtrack

Jinx is rocking the new hairsty- oh. Ouch. Ouch x3.

when ekko said he was trying to find a way to not let an old friend blow them both up and instead of get him caught in the blast she tried to jump - :(((

okay ngl viktor is really ROCKING the new look

oh jeez

MADDIE WHAT THE HELL

stfu with that scottish accent ur not cute anymore

oh rip bandana guy

okay but the music when ambessa was walking up the stairs was SICK

oh viktor and jayce casually paralleling the moment they first unlocked the hexstone and were floating :') this is fine

the twink murder bots are scaring me mom come pick me up

viktor this is getting outta hand you gotta stop

oh this is exactly the setup of the other wor-

HAHAHAHAHAH I KNEW IT I CALLED IT VIKTOR *WAS* THAT RANDOM MAGE WHO GAVE JAYCE THE STONE

wait but how does that actually work like

there are two different viktors here

is one just from a different timeline that has found the power to go across time and universes to conduct his little experiment

what's his own world like

why is he not completely hex-ified like our viktor

am i just overthinking this

did they explain it but i missed it while freaking out

is this sagely viktor just a manifestation

okay moving on

"but you were never broken, viktor" :( brb gonna go cry

oh vander got quite the glowup

also during the final fight where everyone was facing off against their opponent my dad was like "what on earth is going on" because he's only caught bits and pieces of Arcane

and i was like wow this is all very difficult to concisely explain to someone who's only catching the last episode of season two

okay closing thoughts

mel's powers are very cool

rip cait's eye

viktor's genuine confusion over why jayce is trying to stop/save him :(

the ascension mY GOD

rip jayce and viktor (fave arcane character death(?) count: 4/5)

jinx NO

...

fave character death count: 5/5

ekko sitting alone :(

overall i felt this season was a bit janky but i enjoyed it

sometimes the animation in some scenes jarred me out of the moment because it felt not fully polished though

but still rewatching s1 combined with this second season has activated my fic writing brain neurons and i'm obsessed

[steven-has-exploded]

okay ive looked over the last few chapters and the various amenogozen deaths after about a day of crisis and confusion, and ive noticed a couple things about junichirous death in specific that i think are more than worth noting

firstly, amenogozen seems to show some kind of pity for kunikida and his state of shock before it kills him, and even as its stabbing its sword into his stomach. it lets him attempt to pull it out with no resistance, albeit acting as if it makes no sense by saying it cant truly harm him- though this could potentially be seen as an attempt to "console" him

junichirou, on the other hand? nothing. amenogozen stabs the illusion he created of himself with no hesitation, and no words to spare. when it locates the real junichirou, it coldly stabs him through the brain and out the eye from behind, where he couldnt have even tried to locate its attack

under cut is further rambling, warning for that one page where junichirou gets stabbed in the eye + mentions of sexual abuse

narratively, this is definitely because of the explicit bloodlust junichirou expressed towards amenogozen; it attacked as quickly as possible with as little chance for him to fight back because he's obviously dangerous, and fyodor instructed it to kill all of the ada members there as soon as possible. but, in a more metaphorical sense, especially when comparing it to kunikidas "death" (hes not dead i dont believe any of them are like seriously) it gets. um. upsetting

considering the way it seemed to try and console kunikida as i mentioned earlier, comparisons can be drawn to that of an abusive parent, although ill just be saying its an unspecified authority figure for the sake of this rant. in this metaphor, junichirou seems to play the role of the "disobedient" victim; whereas kunikida was frozen in place and didnt do much to fight against amenogozen attacking himself specifically, junichirou was immediately aggressive and threatened amenogozen, prompting it to "punish" him as soon as possible

now, this on its own is far from groundbreaking; if you did a drinking game for every time a character was mentioned to have been abused by an authority figure in bsd youd be dead before episode 6, but its the specific imagery evoked in junichirous death scene that really gets to me

looking at this page more closely, especially in the first and third panels, brought up some EXTREMELY unsavory implications for me. the specific way that the action of him being stabbed is drawn, what with the blood oozing from around his whole eye and the way you can just barely make out what looks like the inside of the eye socket, all exacerbated by amenogozen practically pulling his hair to keep him in place and unable to fight back... look im not gonna pretend like this isnt based off my preexisting perception of junichirou and his trauma but oh my god this feels so much like an allegory for some kind of sexual exploitation, especially the fact it was the EYE in particular which is an already existing opening in the body kind of

could this just be me going insane? very much so, not gonna deny it. do i fullheartedly believe thats whats being pointed at here? yeah actually

and the worst part of it is that junichirou is just so dejected during this whole thing. he pointed out his location to amenogozen when it stabbed his illusion, phrased his request to atsushi as if it were last words, and was just in general so horribly unsurprised by the attack. whatever this is symbolizing, my personal interpretation or not, junichirou has grown so used to it he cant even bring himself to act like he really cares about it anymore. youre going to hell kafka asagiri

[kgirlgroup-stan]

Habit

smut, female reader

Y/N POV

My parents invited me to their house for the weekend. So i took this opportunity to bring my beloved girlfriend along. Shes been clearly stressed and finally managed to get a few days off.

She doesnt like telling me when she is stressed but her actions say it all.

She has this habit of spacing out, leading to her ignoring me either on purpose or on accident.

"Yujin, you okay?" I noticed her being a little quiet than normal

No response.

"Baby, you know I don't like you ignoring." I glanced at her.

Nothing.

I looked over and she had a hand resting under her chin, looking out the window.

I placed my hand on her thigh, rubbing it with my thumb.

"Yuujiiin, talk to me." i gripped her thigh for a second

Nothing again.

"Fine, we will see how long you last." I stated, not taking my eyes off the road

Slowly i began moving up hand up her skirt, smirking a bit when I felt her flinch a bit.

I rubbed her pussy through her panties.

I glanced at her and saw her clench her jaw, noticing her breath getting heavier.

I continued to rub her before moving her panties to the side, moving my finger against her warm wet pussy.

She let out a shaky breath. I felt her grip my hand.

"You think you could ignore me then allow you to get off" i pulled my hand away. 

I turned my head away from the road to see her look at me. Her face was a blushing mess, i took this moment to lick my fingers right in front of her.

She swallowed hard before sending me a pleading look. I returned my gaze to the road

"Y/n p-please I didn't mean to. I was just thinking." She reached over to my hand. She started to play with them.

I began to ignore her, smirking while i did so.

"p-please babe, im sorry." she leaned over the center counsel.

Bring her chest against my arm and began kissing my neck.

"please, i'll behave please." she whispered in my ear, pulling my earlobe slighty back. Nothing but lust filling her eyes

She brought my hand back to her wetness.

"Please baby, I can't do me like you do." She began grinding on my hand.

I couldnt resist anymore, I pulled the car off to the side. Thankfully there were a few bushes were most people wouldnt be able to see us.

Parking the car, i turned to her. A smile spreading her face.

"Get in the back seat." I stared into her eyes.

Not even saying anything as she quickly went and I followed.

I made her lean over my lap as i lifted her skirt. Hand touching her smooth ass

"This is what happens when you ignore me. Now count."I began spanking her

"One, two, Three, FOur, FIVE, SIX..." she keep counting until I was satisfied.

her hands were curled up with every slap i gave her

"are you going to keep ignore me when im trying to talk to you?" I made her look at me.

"N-no." she panted.

"Good, now sit on my lap." She straddled me.

"Since you took your punishment so well, you deserve something dont you think." I smiled as all she was doing was looking at me with desire. 

my hands were back on her thighs, rising to touch her core. Moving her panties once again, but this time fully entering her

"F-fuck." She automatically gripped my shouldert "y-yes!!"

I unbuttoned her shirt halfway, kissing down her neck, before reaching her breast.

She held my head closer to her, as she grinded on my fingers.

"F-Fuck baby, you do me so well. hmm" she moaned into my ear.

I kept thrusting my fingers into her, feeling it get wetter each time. I brought my head down and started to suck on her breast.

My other hand on her back made its way down to grip her hot, red swollen ass.

"ah, baby!! im c-close please dont stop, p-please." she placed her head on my shoulder as she gripped onto me harder,

"Go ahead baby you've been good for me." I whispered into her ear, hitting the spot that made her weak with my fingers

I felt her clench around my fingers before moaning loudly arching her back and throwing her head back.

I couldnt but admire the view, coming down from her high now panting hard with her head resting on my shoulder

"T-thank you baby." she said breathless.

"Your welcome baby." I lifted her head and kissed her deeply.

"Now we should get on the road again before my parent wonder where we are." I pecked her lips.

"im kinda tired." she closed her eyes, setting her head agasint my chest

I smiled. "Well stay in the back, and sleep, okay ." she just nodded at my words

I kissed her head before laying her down and covering her body with my jacket.

"Thank you babe." she whispered sleepy.

"Your welcome, I just don't like that little habit of yours." I made my way back to the front and started the car

I heard her giggle before we took off again.

[hyuneskkami]

also, second one (cause i couldnt resist)

if u seek amy! i think thatll be fun

my hobby is reading and playing the guitar!

i think i read like fifty books last year..

my fav books are pjo tlt (its nostalgic ok!!) and the hunger games series

i like to play mostly taylor swift and gracie abrams songs on the guitar!

i basically steal my sisters guitar whenever i want to play cause i dont have my own lol (im better than her)

my favorite taylor swift song is youre on your own kid

my favorite gracie abrams song is feels like

my favorite color is yellow (pretty obvious i think) it reminds me of sunshine and just overall happy things yk?

my favorite season is spring! the flowers start blooming and theyre so pretty (downside are the bugs)

i have a lot of favorite shows: stranger things, brooklyn 99, the good place, modern family

my favorite subject is chemistry! i love learning about the world around me and its properties etcetc

some random stuff about my personality: i get distracted so easily its a nightmare to study, i am an emotional wreck i cry easily, definitely a night owl, hufflepuff, daughter of poseidon

i dont mind if u pick someone from a book i dont recognise, that will just give me incentive to read it!!!

oh forgot to mention im a straight girl

love uuuu and congrats again!!!

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

CORASON⭑.ᐟ

⟢ “I love you, okay, darling!”

a/n: okay but the way the ship name is corason? which sounds so close to corazon? which means like ‘my dear’ in italian, I think?? MADE FOR EACH OTHER MUCH 🤭💓

I think you’d best match with jason grace!

I mean, daughter of poseidon x son of jupiter? hello?? PERFECTION!!

jason would learn to play the piano while you play the guitar, so you guys could play music together

he LOVES laying on your stomach while you read on your bed and run your fingers through his hair

^ sometimes, he even falls asleep like that, and you both slowly shift into cuddling

he definitely hypes you up to finish your goodreads reading goal, if not exceed it (what can I say? he’s jason grace)

he definitely went to the ballad of songbirds and snakes movie with you (supportive bfs even when they have no idea what you read/watch >>)

he once asked you why you love yoyok by taylor, and straight up bawled while you explained to him what the song meant

he’s a very sunshine-y person, just like you, so when you guys are together, leo pretends to faint and says “too much sun! i’m getting sunstroke! help!!” and he thinks he’s really funny (i’d laugh, ngl <3)

come springtime, he lets you put all the flowers you collect over the summer into his hair

^ he also does the rapunzel braid on your hair and puts in matching flowers in it

(he drives away the bugs for you, dw!)

in an au, he’d never have heard of any tv shows, but after hearing you yap to him about them, he watches them ALL and makes notes about them too (about what? only he knows.)

okay, here we’re going off the rails so badly, but it’s a very ooc and personal hc of mine: jason sucks ASS at geography and chemistry. he will literally breakdown at the very thought of them.

he gets you to help him out with the chemistry part, and he teaches you math (if you’re not good at it already)!

he makes sure you don’t let yourself get burnt out while studying, and also makes sure you don’t get distracted and procrastinate

he comforts you at any time of the day: you say it, he’ll be over asap to give you free cuddles with your favourite chocolates & drinks

sometimes, he doesn’t even need you to tell him. he’ll just. know. when you’re feeling off. and his jacie senses tingle, and he calls you up and goes, “is it cuddletime?” and then drives over

while you’re a night owl, he’s an early bird (he must teach me his way, tho, because h o w)

^ you stay up till 2-3 am reading/studying and wake up by 9 or 10 am, while he sleeps by 10 pm and wakes up by 5 am to the dot

so you guys leave each other sticky notes before going to bed for the other one to see when they wake up

you guys 100% go on bookstore dates (he buys you everything you can carry on your own), library/study dates (especially while grinding during finals szn), museum dates (to mock the statues), beach dates (so he can get mesmerised while watching you do silly little tricks with the water and talk to the fishies), etc.

his love language is 101% physical touch & acts of service <3

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[runningfrom2am]

i am a god

summary: after a fatal bar fire leaves the whole city distraught, your best friend can’t help but notice that you couldn’t care less.

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

wc: 3.9k

tags/warnings: possession, violence, blood, gore, s/h elements, death, all that fun stuff. also reader is a psycho. semi-platonic jj x reader, SOME jjiara (i couldnt resist- sorry kie girl ily), implications of a non-straight reader, manipulation.

a/n: this is for day one of obx week!! day one: au with jj maybank! if you couldn’t tell by now, i went with a jennifer’s body au. don’t ask why, it honestly just came to me in a raven simone style vision and i honestly hate the final product. but i thought it was so perfect getting into the spooky season :)

i hope you enjoy and i’ll see you again tomorrow for my first ever john b fic!!

disclaimer!! : please be mindful of the warnings on this one! there are references to assault and violence and self-harm so if any of this is disturbing for you please do not read this! come back tomorrow for some fluff :)

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"JJ, it's literally not that deep. Don't be a baby. It'll be fun." You scoff, throwing your bag over your shoulder as you get up off his bed.

"For you, maybe. I don't get why I have to come." JJ sighs, following you down his hallway anyways as you sway your hips in the cocky way you always do.

"Because we're best friends. Duh."

"Okay, sure, but what am I meant to do when you ditch me to go hook up with the lead singer like you're insisting you will?"

"His name is Rafe Cameron, and he's an absolute rocket." You giggle. "You're not gonna join us?" You tease, turning to him and tilting your head.

"No, Y/N. I'd really rather not." JJ pushes your hands away as you reach out to fix his shirt.

"You're so boring, J." You pout, huffing and walking out the door. As usual, JJ follows like a lost puppy.

At school the next day, all anyone can talk about is how the bar you had been in got burnt down. All JJ can think about is that awful dream he had after he saw you off in the bands van, leaving him behind to go have sex with Rafe Cameron. The dream that you'd come back to his house, eaten all his food, and puked this awful black liquid all over his floor before trying to attack him, hesitating, and then running out- he even dreamt that he cleaned it all up. The uneasy feeling in his gut the only tangible evidence of the event.

"JJ, would you believe it if I told you he genuinely believed I was a virgin?" You whisper in the boys ear, coming seemingly out of nowhere and draping your arm over his shoulder in the school hallway.

"Honestly? No, I wouldn't." JJ replies, slamming his locker shut. "He must have been dumber than I imagined."

You giggle, taking a step back from him to lean against the lockers. "Even so, the sex was subpar at best. It was really upsetting. Almost traumatic, even." You sigh dramatically.

"Can't you have the slightest bit of empathy? People died last night, Y/N." JJ whispers, hoping you're not drawing too much attention to them in the quieter than normal hallway.

You roll your eyes. "Loosen up, Jayj. It's literally not that deep."

"It is, actually!" JJ replies, shocked as you start to walk away.

"Love ya! Catch you later." You blow him a kiss and strut off, leaving him to shake his head in embarrassment. You've always been a force to reckon with, and truly no one understood why the two of you were friends, but even this was out of character for you.

Later that day, Topper Thornton had turned up dead in the forest behind your school. You had paid no mind. It had been a month since then, and JJ saw you in person less and less, despite how close you always had been. You called him frequently though, hushed voices crackling over the landline late at night to make up for missed time.

He took the opportunity of you not incessantly calling him to invite over his girlfriend. Kie had always put up with your friendship, but she wasn't your biggest fan- the way you walked all over him never rubbing her the right way. Why would it? Regardless, she was thankful to spend some time with him one on one without you there to ruin her mood.

It's when JJ freezes on top of her, muttering about how something is wrong and he needs to find you, that Kie snapped. Internally, that is. That was the final straw. She would go to the upcoming formal with him, and then they were done. She just couldn't take it anymore. JJ didn't really care that when both of them fled his house to their separate cars, Kie had left in a huff with a slam of her door. He was only really worried about you.

The panic rose in his chest as he got on his bike, revving up the engine and taking off. He didn't know where he was driving, just that he was driving to you. He took a right onto a dead street he hardly ever drove down, scanning the dark street based only on his gut feeling that you were close. What he didn't expect, was seeing you stumble out of the woods, if that even was the word, covered in blood as the red fluid dropped down your chin.

He screams, swerving out of the way as you stop right in his path, almost rolling his bike in an attempt to not hit you. He screeches to a stop at the side of the street, looking around frantically with his chest heaving. You were gone. JJ thinks he's going crazy- did he see what he thought he saw? There's no way, right?

As he shakes his head to knock some sense into himself, he looks forward and sees you standing right in front of him again. "Hi, J." You smile. Did you always have fangs?

JJ screams again, hammering the reverse and flying back on the bike, frantically turning around and speeding off. Whatever that was was not you. That was not his best friend.

In his panic and fear, he made it home and screamed for his father who JJ, for the first time ever, wished was home. Of course he wasn't. He sighs and wipes away his fearful tears, running upstairs to his room and crawled into bed in the dark. He lets out a sigh of relief- finally, he should be able to sleep, hellbent on admitting himself to a psych ward first thing in the morning. He must be losing his mind.

"Hi." He jolts up when he hears you speak, cheery as ever and feels you shift beside him to sit up.

"Oh my god!" He screams, leaping out of bed and smacking the light on.

"God, JJ- enough with the screaming! You're such a pussy." You say, kneeling on his bed in nothing but one of his t-shirts and your underwear.

"Get out!" JJ shouts in response, cutting you off and pointing to the door.

You pout, placing your hands on your lap. "But we always share your bed when we have slumber parties." JJ takes in your appearance. You were clean, head to toe; not a hair out of place or a drop of blood to be seen.

He doesn't say anything, breathing heavily as he stares at you in partial relief. He may be crazy, but at least you're not trying to kill him. You sit up on your knees and move to the edge of his bed, reaching out to him with a small smile on your face. "I'm not gonna bite you..." You smile, placing your hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing them.

"I'm afraid you might." JJ mutters, uncertain as he feels you play with the hair at the back of his neck.

Your smile grows slightly and you pull your lower lip between your teeth. "Only if you want me to." You shrug, suddenly leaning in. Closer, closer, until your lips are almost touching.

JJ is horrified, frozen as you brush your thumb over his bottom lip before ever so gently pushing your lips together. He can't even bring himself to close his eyes while you kiss him, but something draws him into the temptation to kiss you back. Eventually, as you lay back on the bed, he lays over you and kisses you again, in some sort of trance as you hook your leg up over his hip.

"Wait- what the fuck is happening?" He quickly pushes himself off of you and sits up.

"My god, J bug, what's gotten into you?" You chuckle, sitting up again and tilting your head at him in a way he's all too familiar with.

"I saw you! I saw- I saw you in the street covered in blood and now you're just here like nothing happened and we're kissing and I have a girlfriend and you know that and I-" JJ rambles on in a panic, trying desperately to figure out what is going on with him.

"Blah, blah, blah-" You cut him off. "Slow down, tardy slip. You sound like a sped."

"I'm gonna call the police." JJ nods, settling on what he has to do, even if he doesn't know how they'll help.

"Uh, okay, why don't you narc me out? I have the cops in my back pocket. I'm fucking a cadet, remember?" You say smugly, crossing your legs and leaning back.

"What do you want from me?" JJ sighs. He knows you're right, and he's crazy anyways- so what would calling the cops even do?

"I just want to explain some things to you." You admit. "Besides, best friends don't keep secrets. Right?"

JJ just nods, waiting for you to continue.

"'Kay, so remember the night of the fire? I got really messed up. And those guys from Low Shoulder, Rafe's band, are like totally evil. They're basically like agents of Satan with really awesome haircuts." You explain the whole ideal- how you insisted you were a virgin and they should find someone with more experience if their plan was assault. True fear like none other completely enveloped you, up until you passed out from blood loss and pain from their masochistic ritual- all in an attempt to get famous. From the second you left JJ's side at the burning dive bar you knew something wasn't right. Fear was the last emotion you felt, but you left that, and the fact that you were screaming for him in what should have been your final moments, out of the story.

"They killed you..." JJ mutters, a tear dropping quickly from his eye and staining his shirt.

"Well I'm still here, aren't I?" You scoff, seemingly unfazed now by the horrific events. "I mean, they did go all Benihana on my ass with that knife and it should have killed me, but for some reason it didn't."

JJ shifts uncomfortably. "Maybe it did."

"Anyway," You quickly brush off his comment, avoiding his eyes as you pick at your nails. "I don't really remember what happened after that. I just know that I woke up and I found my way back to you."

"I remember." JJ nods. He wasn't dreaming- it was real. It was all real, and he curses himself for not checking his trash to see if he really had cleaned up your mess that night.

"I couldn't bring myself to hurt you." You smile softly at him, leaning now on your elbow. "I mean, I'm a really good friend, but I was just so hungry. And ever since then, I just knew what I had to do to be strong."

JJ goes to speak, trying to understand but he has so many questions, when you just continue anyways. "And when I'm full, like I am right now, I'm like, unkillable." You say, a smug tone to your voice. "Like, I can do shit like this. Watch."

You grab a pen from beside the bed, and before JJ can even get a word out you're plunging the tip into your forearm and dragging it down towards your wrist. His eyes widen in horror, reaching out for you as you remove the metal from your arm. "It's really cool! Just watch, look." You stop him, the lighthearted tone of your voice settling him only slightly as he watches the blood drip down your skin. Within moments, all of the blood retreats the way it came, back into your body as the deep cut seals back up.

You smile and make a sucking noise, mimicking the one your skin made as the cut completely disappeared. "It's like some X-Men shit, right?"

JJ watches in awe and confusion, staring at the place on your arm where your skin should still be broken. "What do you mean, 'when you're full'?" He asks after a moment, eyes returning to yours again. "Why were you covered in blood?"

Your smile fades quickly as you look back at him, unsure how to explain. Or if you want to.

"You didn't even look human." JJ adds, genuine fear and worry behind his eyes.

"You know, J-Bug, maybe you should talk to somebody about these disturbing thoughts that you're having..." You shake your head at him as you speak. "We're all really concerned. Especially Kie."

JJ shakes his head and stands up. He didn't expect you to gaslight him, especially when you just showed him to his face that you're invincible now, and now that he knows what really happened to you the night of the fire. "I think she may be having second thoughts about you." You continue, and he's fed up. He points to the door dejectedly.

"Leave." He tells you firmly.

"Come on, JJ, let me stay the night." You plead. "We can play boyfriend-girlfriend like we used to." It sounds like you're offering it to him, like it should be something tempting, but it isn't to him. Or at least he thinks it shouldn't be- but in reality he would love nothing more than to let you stay.

He sighs, looking away from you. He knows he wouldn't be able to say no. You nod almost sadly to yourself and get up, pulling your pyjama pants on before climbing up to the window.

"What are you doing?" He asks as he turns, seeing you go to the window instead of the door as you climb up onto the ledge.

"Uhm, you said to leave. See you at school." You reply snarkily, and before he says anything else, you're gone.

After attending another funeral for a boy JJ hardly knew and then one for a girl he also hardly knew, with new information knowing that his best friend was the one doing this, he couldn't just sit on it. He had to do something, he had to figure out what was wrong with you. He started with something he never did; reading.

He concluded after weeks of reading, that you're possessed. More specifically, by a succubus; and he's going to have to kill you. A blade to the heart when you're at your weakest. Even though he hasn't spoken to you since you left his room that night, he doesn't know if he can do it. But he certainly can't sit and watch while you kill every boy or girl in your school and eat them for brunch.

His breakup with Kie was hard- but she didn't believe him. He could see it in her eyes when he tried to explain that she thought he was crazy- that he needed help. To Kie, of course he would ditch their plans to go to the dance together just to "watch" you. She should have known that he was always going to choose you.

As she walks to the spring formal all alone, her lavender dress swaying in the breeze, she's startled by the sound of a bird flapping its wings not far away. When she turns back around, she's faced with you. "Kie, didn't you hear me calling your name?" You ask, ignoring how startled she already seems.

"You weren't." Kie looks you over. Under your makeup your eyes are sunken, you look tired and thin- despite any attempts made to cover it up.

"Yes I was." You insist.

"I-I couldn't hear it." She stutters, uneasy with the interaction already.

"Listen, I need to talk to you about you-know-who." You say, wringing your hands in front of you as if you're nervous. "Our little J-Bug."

Kie nods a little. While she's never been your biggest fan, it seems that you do have his best interest at heart. You're worried about him too. You grab her hand and lead her off towards the old pool building so you can talk somewhere more private.

"He's been... acting a little off." Kie says as you head up towards a wooded area.

You sigh, stopping and turning to face her. "Look, I think I know what's wrong with him."

"What? What is it?"

"You know how JJ has been really upset since Sophie Mally died?" You say, dropping her hand. Kie nods, looking confused. "Well, it's not just because she was like, brutally murdered and stuff." You hesitate, bringing a hand up to your head. "I don't want to say this, I-"

"Just say it." Kie insists, already battling with what she knew you were about to say.

"JJ and Sophie were intimate." You say, suddenly showing no hesitation. "And by that, I mean they were porking on a semi-regular basis." Any empathy in your tone and face was long gone, Kie could see that, but it looked like you were trying.

She just shakes her head a little, avoiding looking at you. It's not entirely beyond the realm of possibility that he was cheating, and hearing someone you're close with get murdered could cause a mental break like the one he was clearly having. She just expected that if he was ever to cheat, that it would have been with you. She didn't want to believe it, though.

"Trust me, they were doing things you've never even heard of. Total varsity moves." You add when she doesn't reply.

"Okay, Y/N! I get it!" She snaps, surprisingly making you smile.

"I just, you know- I can't believe he would mess with you like that. I told him it was wrong, that he shouldn't do that to you but I was totally caught in the middle. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner... I was just scared, I guess." You explain, smile faltering towards the end. "I didn't want to hurt him, but I see now how it could hurt you more. I didn't want anyone to get hurt. Truly. I care about you both so deeply."

Kie chews on her lip as she listens. If you were in her shoes, it would be really hard. She understands why you wouldn't tell her, even if she needed to know.

"I care about you so much, Kie." You add, grasping her hand again. "More than I have ever had the guts to admit."

You step closer, running your hand up her arm now. "JJ didn't deserve a girl like you."

As JJ stands inside the gym, basking in the sickening irony of Low Shoulder agreeing to play at their formal, he faces the nerves that he hasn't seen you yet. Thankfully, he also hasn't seen Kie, who he begged not to come. She was stubborn, like you, so he expected his ex to show up anyways just to spite him.

As he lifts the plastic cup of punch up to his lips, he gets a shiver that reverberates through all his bones like he just jumped in a frozen lake. Kie. Your voice echoes in his mind, and suddenly it's no wonder he hadn't seen either of you there.

He rushes out of the building following only his gut instinct- like when he got on his bike all those weeks ago. His intuition will take him to you.

By the time he runs away from the school, through the forested area and up to the pool house, he can hear Kie screaming for help. He rushes in through a window, stumbling over the overgrown vines and his eyes land on you and Kie in the dirty pool. "Kie!" He shouts, making only brief eye contact with her before you turn from where you had your back to him. Your jaw looked almost unhinged- and there were those fangs again, this time covered in the blood of his ex girlfriend while the colour drains from her skin.

He dives in without another thought, attempting to pull you off of her, shoving you away as quickly as he can. Under the water you see the two of them- JJ between Kie and you. You can't hurt him. You just can't.  They scramble to get out of the water and you find yourself levitating out instead- it's more graceful, that way. Kie should be embarrassed, you think- suppressing the urge to laugh at her as they struggle.

"She can fly?" Kie coughs out, blood pouring from the puncture wounds in her neck now.

"I guess!" JJ replies, just as your feet land on the ground. "Y/N- this is insane! You can't keep killing people!"

"God, you just don't get it." You scoff, crossing your arms.

"No, I do. I do, I know what's going on with you." He insists, still standing between you and Kie.

You shake your head, rolling your eyes at him. "God, J-Bug, don't you care about me at all? If you know everything about me like you say you do, you should know I have to do this."

"You don't! If you were the Y/N I knew you would have killed yourself to avoid this." JJ says, and the air gets thick. "You were never a good friend to me! When we were little you broke my toys, poured juice in my shoes, not to mention all the weed you never paid me a dime for, but you would never do this."

"And now I'm eating your girlfriend." You scowl. "See? At least I'm consistent."

"Why do you need her?" He asks, dirty water dripping from his hair and down his face and neck. "You could have anybody that you want, Y/N. So... why Kie?"

"Ugh, god. Boys are so dumb sometimes." You chuckle to yourself. "You know why."

JJ's chest is heaving as he takes in your appearance. You look nothing like you used to.

"You're actually gonna make me say it?" You laugh, Kie jumping a little where she's sitting on the ground behind him, startled by the loud noise. "Because you're my boyfriend. I have loved you for years in a way no one else ever has. A way no one else ever will."

"Do you mean that?" JJ mutters.

"JJ!" Kie gasps, shocked that he would even consider believing this crap.

"Every word, babe." You smile softly, nodding as you step closer to him.

"JJ, come on! You can't be buying this!" Kie cries out.

"I mean it, I swear." You say again, attempting to drown her out as you place a hand on his cheek. He flinches only slightly before leaning into your touch. "I pinky promise."

For the first time in months, you were being real- you had the energy to be yourself, despite the fact that you were starving. You couldn't live a life like this without him, and you wouldn't leave him behind.

"Come with me." You whisper, leaning closer. "We can be perfect together, J."

He glanced briefly down at Kie, who no longer has the energy to protest.

"Don't you love me?" You ask, jutting your lip out in a familiar pout and you tilt your head.

"I.. I do, yeah." He nods, his voice barely above a whisper.

"This will only be a pinch, J-Bug." You smirk, kissing him briefly, softly, before moving quickly down to his shoulder and biting down on his soft skin. He cries out until you pull away, a small smile forming on your blood stained lips.

You've never looked more beautiful to him.

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[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

Blink going down hard and it really hurts i mean its not at refuge level but his head hurts and they cart him off to jail and hes bleeding and he wants mush or skittery but since hed gotten in between the cops and jack specifically he gets seperated into solitary confinement. He hopes everyone is okay but its hard to think because of his head and how small the room is more like a closet really. Not even a bed in it. But definitely locked hed checked. He silently cries curling up on the ground before drifting off. He wakes to a guard hauling him to his feet he thinks it must be time to go before the judge but yhen thry take him to snyders office.

"Louis do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"How i supposed to think they clocked me in the head" Blink growled

"Youre smart. Well not smart enough keep following Sullivan. I thought id give you a chance to convince me to talk to the judge on your behalf."

"...what i gotta do for that?" Blink questions warily.

"Name Sullivan as the instigator."

"...what about the others?" Blink asked

"Theyll get 2 weeks here. Id be more worried about you. Louis youre looking at 5 months. Assaulting an officer thats nasty business. And resisting. Do you want my help?"

"Rotten ba****d desrrved it." Blink couldnt help his temper.

"Hm. Take him back to his cell. He can be brought before the judge in a week."

"...wait." blink said softly.

"Yes louis?"

"Dont. Dont leave me in there... please."

Snyder smiled. "I do so like when you are polite. Beg like you mean it and i may be inclined to release you with the other riffraffs."

"... please sir. I the room is so small and my head hurts not again please."

"You can be a reformed citzen when you chose to. i suppose i can let you go this last time but louis. Step out of line again and i wont be forgiving. Ill make sure you regret it. The box is only one way i have to reform the worst of miscreants. I can leave you there for weeks with not one visitor and slop every few days."

Blink shivered a bit in fear despite himself. "Thank you sir. Ill behave sir thank you for your mercy," he forced out. Hed like nothing more than to spit in snyders direction but he knew how this game worked. He wouldn't give jack up but... he couldnt do nothin else. The threat of solitary scared him still despite his rough exterior. He was glad the others didnt know none about it lest they think he weak or be mad at him for giving into snyder. After a while though it was hard not to do what he asked if it meant food and other people not just rats.

He wished he could be like jack but while not many things scared him snyder did.

He just wanted to go home.

im so glad i saved this for after work<3

such a good thought and just uggg no words bc just y e s!

[dreamingdarklyblog]

Getting Behind

So um... I've been putting off writing this for, apparently a whole week >_<

I mentioned I should write up some of how things were going way back when I wrote that consent post, which was itself a response to me getting pretty agitated in response to something he was playing with.

So yeah...

So... um... What have we been up to >_<. I guess. Starting back then, a few days before that we talked about playing a bit with CNC. Consensual non consent. Forgive me, this is a bit of a struggle... I've been having a bit of trouble with normal stuff lately. I've always rubbed a lot, I just, I've got a high libido I guess. But he's been kinda.. pushing that idea, and, well it's been kinda hrd to stop >_<. So forgive me being a bit scattered. It's kind of hard to hold a train of thought when I take breaks to uh... Deal with it.

So yeah. We talked about it. And we'd been playing for a month and I felt like I could trust him, as he hadn't pushed any lines too badly or anything. So I told him it was okay to push a little...

I kind of resist by reflex. It's just the way I'm wired. When someone tells me what to do, you know? So, even if I'm okay with something, sometimes, especially when it comes to something that feels like an order, or a D/s kinda thing, or lotsa stuff I kind of just have a knee jerk "Go fuck yourself" reaction. Does that make sense?

So... I uh. I told him it was okay to keep pushing even if i said no. And we set up safewords, of course. Which so far I haven't had to use. Came a little close a few times. I won't go into when or how, but yeah. I also screwed up badly once and misused one, but thankfully he forgave me. I'm kinda new to this kinda thing (safewords and cnc, not the being hypnotized, obviously)

This was a few hours after that uh.. bimbo post btw >_<

So what I didn't expect was that like, rightaw ay, as soon as I gave consent, he pushed. Like, I think I said something like "before you get any ideas, I've gotta go get dinner" and his response was to use a trigger. It was um.. something we'd just been playing with. To push thoughts into my head... I'm not clear ont he details but he'd say soemthing and then i'd... just kinda find myself agreeing. Which is really hot, it was just bad timing. You know? And I tried to say that, but he made me giggle and it just kinda fell outt amy head.

and um. sorry need a break

Um so. Yeah he made me giggle and I would forget what i was saying. Telling him I had to go. And I'd try again, because i didn't want to be rude and just leave without saying anything. And he'd make me giggle. And I got kinda, stuck, trying to tell him i had to go, for a few minutes.. And then I was.. rubbing, and losing track of things... and it was reallyconfusing and finally he stopped longenough for me to say i had to go and i ran to eat and it was really really hard to think straight

sorry break

I um.. I came back after to try and explain what happened. And he just started making me giggle agian and i got realyl confused. Then he started pushing thoughts into my head again.. That I was a bimbo.. and i said no, and stop it and i wasn't, and i was trying to talk. but he kept pushing and pushing and i kept giggling and trying to say no but i just couldnt think and then everything just got really horny and fuzzy and he was telling me i was a bimbo and i was just agreeing. and then he told me i should go thank you all for cumming reading my bimbo post and it seemed like a good idea so i did. and um that was the later bimbo post. back ont he 13th.

and um

break

Um so... Unfortunately after that was the day I had the really really bad day, and everything went wrong and we didn't get to do much for a few days and then he started working on clearing things up so we could renegotiate. And its really only the last few days we've been playing again. So... That's mostly caught up. I'll try and fill you in on past few days later. I need to stop for now.

[chesters-ocs]

GHASTLY BLOODLUST 3/?

serial killer!mārīte's been on my mind lately. yeah. ig this can count as the 3rd part to ghastly bloodlust :) been itching to write for this lil series for a hot second as is

anyways pspsps @the-whispers-of-death woe highly ooc sarabi/stone/butcher interactions be upon ye /lh

wc: 620

"She's gotta be here somewhere," Ivan grumbled, as he lead the other two men to the spot in the woods where he last encountered his niece.

Soon after Mary ran off, he retreated to hide and dispose of the body, as well as recruited both of her still living paternal figures to aid in locating her.

"Yeah, no shit," Adam sighed, stressed, "Tracks are sloppy and all over the place. Like a damn animal came trough instead."

"Don't call her that!" Vikram objected with a glare. Both men were met with well-aimed slaps to the back of their heads by Ivan, who's own expression said more than enough.

Their attention went back to the task at hand, thankfully,

All was quiet for the next few minutes, as Adam moved to lead the others, quick to spot the footsteps left behind the teenager, the imprints of clear even on the leaf-covered ground.

As much as it felt wrong to use hunting experience to track down a scared child, he just had to deal with it. They all did.

"Looks like she slowed down to walk here. Hopefully means she's close," Adam pointed out the distance between the footsteps, before looking up ahead to see the general direction they lead.

"... That hers?"

"What?" Vikram asked.

Adam pointed to the dirtied pink sweater, soaking wet from the morning dew. Traces of mud littered it.

"... It is," Vikram confirmed, and was backed up by Ivan.

"Yeah. She was wearing that when I found her."

The shortest of the three tried to not overthink it too much, and simply went to pick it up, unceremoniously slinging the dirty piece of clothing across his shoulder.

"You're seriously keeping it?"

"The less traces of her, the better."

They kept walking in silence, accompanied only by the soft winds and crunch of leaves under their boots.

... What was that?

Adam stopped abruptly, straining his ears.

"What are you-"

"Sh!" he clamped a hand over Vikram's mouth, focusing.

"I hear something," he whispered, putting all his focus on discerning what that sound is.

...

She's crying.

As quickly as his feet would let him, he turned to the direction of the cries and ran, leaving the other two to follow, cursing at him.

Nothing else mattered. Absolutely nothing.

He neared her location: under the branches of an old tree which species he was not bothered to identify.

Adam couldn't give less of a shit about how his knees popped and ached as he dropped down in front of her, engulfing her in a firm hug, as Mary's own breath hitched.

His heart ached at the pitiful whines and sobs leaving her.

Instinct takes over, and Adam finds himself pressing the teen's head against his chest, so she can listen to his heartbeat, as he murmurs reassurances meant for her and her alone, especially as his companions approach the scene, catching their breath and taking in the sight of the girl.

"Viss ir labi, viss is kārtībā. Neviens tev neko pāri nedarīs," he started, wiping her tears, "Tev viss labi? Asinis? Zilumi?"

The little shake of her head did wonders for his own nerves.

"Runāt vari?" he asked, giving her a few seconds to answer. He hummed at the second shake of her head.

Cautiously, Adam picked her up. Vikram cringed slightly at how filthy she had gotten in such a short amount of time. A potential list of contracted diseases crossed his mind.

"Says she's okay and uninjured. Just doesn't want to talk."

"I'll still check her over by the car," Vikram states. Neither objected to it.

With one last glance at the shaken up girl, Adam asks her a final question.

"Mājās?"

She nods.

Yeah. Home.

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AN: okay i couldnt resist a little bit of latvian getting sprinkled in. translations below!

-

"Viss ir labi, viss is kārtībā. Neviens tev neko pāri nedarīs," + "Tev viss labi? Asinis? Zilumi?"

"Everything is fine, everything's okay. No one is going to hurt you," + "You okay? Blood? Bruises?"

-

"Runāt vari?"

"Can [you] talk?"

-

"Mājās?"

"Home?"

-

yeah. :) thats it. mb. who knows.

[kreeative-error]

Arboretum - Sparkbird || Analysis???

this has nothing to do with the yap session i just put directly into their askbox /j im so sorry sparkbird lmfaooo

anyways take this with a grain of salt i CLEARLY did not write this masterpiece im just thinking abt it now but this is my (weirdly swearing heavy) interpretation:

ARBORETUM - Sparkbird

Toeing a trench

In the mulch between

Your patch and mine - Trying to dance between not triggering either of us, and take care of us both.

I stubbed myself on a treacherous thistle

And I cried out - Wow look at that we inevitably got hurt.

If it were merely

A matter of a stray thorny bristle

A barrier screen could be laid

And I wouldn't miss you - IF IT WAS AS SIMPLE AS “YOU JUST HURT ME” EVERYTHING WOULD BE FINE AND I COULD HATE YOU BUT ITS NOT THAT SIMPLE AND I CANT

We could go the distance

Were there more disease resistance

On your part - We could have been okay, if you didnt get mad at me for my mistakes when i was trying

Nothing lasts forever

When you never

Let it start - it was never going to work because YOU NEVER FUCKING TRUSTED ME TO TRY

Every day I pass this way

I expect to find you

Waiting for me

Beneath the branches

Of the buckeye tree - I keep expecting everything to be fine, and its not fine, nothings fine.

Waving a palmetto frond

Siphoning orange juice

With a barber pole-ish wand - so palmetto fronds symbolise peace, and so im expecting peace, and its just not fucking there

Red horsechestnut?

Clever disguise - red horse chestnuts cant be eaten- but they look like chestnuts. Theyre literally a disguise, you think theyre something else and theyres just not.

I, of course, guessed, but

Said you'd never naturalize - i had a feeling things were off, but you’d never adjust

Species zag as seasons zig

Tough to keep plants in one place

Any chance they get, they diaspore

Or else transmutate - you wont adjust, it wasnt working, no matter what, you change or leave, you couldnt be yourself.

Traipsing looping garden paths

Chasing floodplain Tupelo - tupelo have poisonous berries, so basically, no matter what, we were chasing something toxic.

Tracing roots to Ponderosa - also a toxic plant

Tangling with a Strangler fig - strangler fig seems self explanatory, losing your past self in this mess (also CRANE WIVES REFERENCEE?!!!/J)

Now in an old growth Bald-cypress stand - basically a stand is a funky word for “group of trees that are similar” so i’d guess the last few trees are all in the bald-cypress stands.

Knees locked in the strand swamp - bald-cypress stands flood, sooooo….being trapped.

Black- and yellow-crowned Night Herons

Abound in colonies

Conferring on me collective memory - cant find much on this, but the vibe is “the birds remember and i fucking dont”

My eyelids flutter

Orbits fill with water

Hemlock in my hammock - also hemlock poisonous i think (thanks wof) so geez 

Limbs thrash, I spit and sputter - basically the hammock was the safe space and now theres MORE POISONOUS PLANTS THERE AND BESTIE FELL OUT

Alligator drags me under

Into the solution hole - The worst possible way to sort this, the fucking aligator, aka the pain and agony, somehow was the solution

To protect me from

Elements of fantasy

That thrive in shady reality - The delusions of everything being okay and good hiding in the toxicity of the situation

To offer respite from

The demands of gardening - taking me away from the situation, and how it was so taxing and painful on me.

To show me

Trees are just the fruit

Of an even bigger tree  - time will pass, things will heal, youll get there.

[miradanii]

Cyberverse S3 ep3 and before.

This series really shocks me out of nowhere sometimes.

It's a series that if it had more time we could have some characters talk a bit more. Last episode I got one crumb of a Grimlock and Arcee interaction by her riding him into battle for maybe 10 seconds?? I know there's a lot of characters but pls have mercy on my soul. It's not even a ship, the writers just made them have incredible energy to vibe off one another.

This is the season where I got convinced to finally watch the show. Clips of Perceptor (and Shockwave's dance and back up dancers i couldnt resist). I havent heard of him before this show but I got convinced after attempting to get shit done after casually being blinded. I can't wait to see more of him.

Hi Drift I see you're a traitor...your 5 seconds of screen time doesn't give me an impact. BUT HOT ROD DRAGGING THE BOTH OF THEM INTO THE TOXIC ENERGON IS. IM SORRY??? I don't think I had this much of a shock since season 1 when an entire planet and poor Blurr is disintegrated due to cosmic rust. I had to pause the episode.

Tangent. I only knew Blurr from Transformers animated and it was such a nice suprise to see him again until it wasnt....I know there's multiple characters that have died a lot more in various series but I still think two is a lot when you finally see that character again after 15 or so years....

Going backwards a bit did Shadow Striker and Prowl have history?? I must have missed it...hope he's okay.

[scifiphan]

Nancy Mulligan-Ed Sheeran

ed….ed…..my man….the king of my heart…….. i love him and that is one of my faves from divide (i love half the songs on it so so much but nancy,,,,, that has been my biggest bop since the day it came out  and was SO fun to dance to at the concert)

send me an artist + a song and i’ll tell u what i think (no more pls my inbox is chaos)