#yall should've stopped me when you still had the chance

[blanketforcas]

I want to write kitchen songs with you

until the kettle is bleeding out

the time we lost track of, into the countertop

of our shared apartment where everything seemed

less complicated, watching as the rain clung to

the windows as I clung to you

and I miss it. I do

[stell404]

𝗜. 𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗗 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦

(𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗧 𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗗)

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next (WIP) | back to navigation Parings: Sully family x reader, aonung x reader Word count: 1,760 Notes: i finished this a while ago but i didnt have time to upload it so it took forever sddhshd also sorry for not updating or uploading anything im pretty busy, anyway hope yall like this!! (there will be part 2 if people like it) Taglist: @avatarkv @stcrrgirllss @lorre-verie @eywas-heir

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[Name] thought that the chance that she and Aonung would make it back to Awa'atlu safe and unscathed was slim. The ocean was too placid for a normal night. There was a storm brewing.

"This isn't safe, Aonung, we should go stop at a small island and just...continue the journey home tomorrow." she suggested.

"Why? So I can suffer longer with you?" he scoffed, "no thank you." He rolled his eyes at her useless suggestion; going back to sailing to bring them home

"There is a storm brewing. For Eywa's sake Aonung! Will you just get rid of that 'mean boy' facade just this once so we could have a chance of surviving this!" she exclaimed, massaging her nose bridge.

"Calm down, freak. The water is so placid, there definitely won't be a storm anytime soon," he sighed, running his hands over his face.

"Yeah! That's why I know a storm is brewing—"

"Will you shut up? I'm trying to sail us back home and out of this mess!"

"Are you forgetting that you're the one that got us in this mess in the first place?" 

He said nothing. 

It was true though, he was the one that got them in that situation. It was his fault. He tried to trick [Name] to go out with him to hang out and start over, to put all the bullying and beating up in their past. He planned to leave her lost in the ocean. He knew that she was gonna die but he couldn't care less, though in the process of going to the place he was gonna leave her at, he realized that he didn't know his way back home. He had gotten lost as well.

Obviously, he never mentioned to [Name] that he original plan was to get her lost at sea. He was just too ashamed to say it.

"We are going to go home. Now. That is my final decision." he stated with a sharp tone as he stood close to her, facing her and pointing his finger to her chest.

"Fine, but don't blame me when we die." she replied, furious she pushed him away. "And get away from me, fish lips."

What [Name] thought, turned out to be true. A storm did form, and they were heading straight to it. The sky became darker, the waves got bigger and bigger. They would hear the sky rumbling. But still Aonung refused to turn back.

"We should turn back now Aonung, there is no chance we will make it through this unscathed." she suggested—again.

"No. We are going home."

"And how do you know this is the way home?"

"I just know it. Now quit being pessimistic, you're getting on my nerves."

"Fine, but if we get hurt or die, it is all your fault." with that, she went to the other side of the boat, away from him. 

The sky roared loudly, letting out strong lightning and thunder. The clouds were just pure darkness. Rain poured furiously as the wind came charging at the water at high speed, creating gigantic waves. Their boat began to plunge from side to side, up and down.

The strong ocean produced huge waves in every direction, their boat was at the edge of breaking.

"I told you! We should've turned around, ugh how could you be so stupid!" [Name] exclaimed in annoyance. Angry at the Metkayina as it was his fault they were here.

"Shut up, freak!" he snapped, frantically running around their small boat, trying his very best to keep it afloat.

A huge wave formed right in front of them, devowering their boat whole. Raindrops felt like bullets to their skin. 

There was a lighting, it had almost struck her, but it didn't; for before it could reach her, Aonung had pushed her out of the way. The lighting hit the boat instead, splitting it to pieces.

That was the last thing the both of them could remember before their vision went black.

She woke up first, finding herself laying on a wooden part of the boat—what was left of it at least—in the middle of the ocean, miles and miles away from home. 

How long was she unconscious for?

She looked over to her side and saw the Metkayina boy laying beside her, unconscious. He had cuts and bruises all over his body, for a while she felt bad; she took pity on the boy. But then the thought of how much of an ass he is brought her back to her senses, he is a bad person, he deserved this. 

"Aonung! Aonung!" she said, shaking him awake. He didn't respond for a while, tears were threatening to leave her eyes—until he finally opened his eyes. 

His ocean blue eyes. She had always found his eyes mesmerizing, the first time she saw him she thought he was mesmerizing—though, she would never admit to this. It's a shame that he's such a horrible person, what a waste of such a beautiful face.

"Damn..." he uttered in a raspy voice, squinting and scratching his eyes as he was met with the bright light of the sun.

"Oh thank Eywa, you're alive." she sighed in relief. Aonung couldn't help but flutter at her concern. 

Aonung sat up, looking around, trying his best to figure out where they were, but everything looked the same, blue ocean, blue skies, blue ocean, blue skies. "Where..." he spoke in confusion.

"...are we?" [Name] continued his sentence for him, "I don't know, stranded in the middle of the ocean with nowhere to go, I think?" she said sarcastically.

"Shut up," he groaned in annoyance, looking around more. He squinted his eyes, he noticed that there was a small island maybe three miles away. "there's an island there, don't know how you didn't notice that, I thought you were smart? Turns out I'm smarter" he teased, a light smirk formed on his lips, pointing towards the shape.

"Okay, if you're so smart, how do you suppose we get there?" she rolled her eyes, "we are literally sitting on a small piece of wood."

"Easy, we row ourselves there." 

"We can't, this wood is too fragile, one wave will break it."

"So we swim."

"W-what? No. No, no, no absolutely not!" [Name] exclaimed, she wasn't dumb, stepping foot in those waters would be a death wish.

"Are you afraid?" he snickered, teasing her once more.

"Yes! We are far beyond the reef! You brought my brother beyond the reef and he almost died! Who knows what's in these waters? We could die, like actually die this time" she panicked.

"Calm down, you survived a storm." he rolled his eyes. "It's swimming there or nothing, don't tell me the ‘mighty freak’ is scared?"

"Fine let's do it." with that, they both jumped in. [Name] stayed near the boy. Holding onto his arm every time she hears a sound.

'You're gonna be fine, calm down.' he signed.

'Something is out there!'

'There isn't, now shut up and swim faster, you are so slow.'

'Sorry, I dont have such fat tails like you guys.' she rolled her eyes.

"See that wasn't so bad, it was so easy" Aonung bragged. They had finally, finally, got to the island.

"It took us three hours more or less!" she exclaimed out of breath. 

She laid down at the sand, soaking up the comforting warm temperature of the sun. Aonung laid beside her, they both stayed there for a while, in silence; but this silence was different, it wasn't uncomfortable or weird, it was calm, the atmosphere was light, nothing can be heard besides the relaxing sound of the waves and the sound of the wind.

"So, what now?" Aonung asked, breaking the silence.

"What do you mean? I don't know, what's your plan?" she said, sitting up and looking at him blankly

"...I was expecting you to have a plan."

They look at each other with a blank expression in silence, "What." she said.

"Can't you call your Ikran or something and fly us outta here?" 

"Okay, first of all, no I can't, we are too far away. Second, even if I manage to do that, how will we go home if we don't even know the way?"

"Well. Shit." he mumbled, running his hands through his face. 

"Oh we are so fucked, I swear to Eywa, if you hadn't saved my life back in the boat I would kill you right now."

"Look, we'll find a way, okay?" 

"I guess." she grumbled.

It was now eclipse, they surrounded a campfire, eating fruits they gathered earlier.

"Hey do you think they're looking for us?" [Name] asked with a mouthful of fruit in her mouth.

"Probably, I mean, your dad is Toruk Makto and he sure as hell won't let you die." he paused. "And as for me, I'm the son of the Olo'Eyktan. So yeah, the whole clan is probably looking for us."

She simply hummed in response.

"How long have we been gone for?" he asked

"I don't know, hard to say. Three days, more or less?"

"That long, huh."

A beat passed.

Another did. Silence surrounded them but it was not like the silence earlier, this one was heavy, like there were unsaid things that needed to come out of their mouths.

"So, Forest girl. I want to know more about you, I mean, we haven't been really the best of friends or friends at all, but seems like we'll be together for a while"

"Wow, did I just get promoted from 'freak' to 'forest girl'?" she said sarcastically, faking a shocked expression. 

"I'm serious." he laughed.

"Okay, so what do you wanna know?" she asked, a slight smile on her face.

"How old are you?" 

"14, you?"

"15."

"How do you like it here? I mean—back home I guess." 

She paused for a while, "It's okay I guess, I don't know, it's a bit too calm for me." she mumbled.

"Too calm?"

"Yeah, I liked being in the war, I know that sounds horrible but it's all I've ever known." she said, voice barely above a whisper, looking down at the fruit in her hand. 

He said nothing. Another silence surrounded the atmosphere around them. 

"We should rest for the night, let's try to explore the island tomorrow, yeah?" he suggested.

"Yeah we should."

With that, they both layed down on the makeshift mat formed from leaves. None of them could sleep for that night, many things were left unsaid, and it bugged them.

[hiccupscloud-26]

Hicvember Day 21: Fav Fandom

Hey yall! I know this is a day late, but when I got home from work yesterday, I ate dinner, my head hit the pillow, and I was out like a light.

CW: Fast hiccups, horror movie, mention of dog death, someone laughing at dog death

Fandom: F@irly 0ddP@rent$ A N3w ₩ish

Hicvember prompts used: fav fandom

And without further ado, enjoy!

A lot happened ever since D.ev and Ir.ep's takeover of Fa.iry Wo.rld:

D.ev was still a miserable kid, but he was deemed “too dangerous for fairies” so Jo.rgen made the ultimate decision to give him a second chance with the Provisional Fairy Godparent Program.

The Provisional Fairy Godparent Program, or PFGP for short, was a program that assigned fairies to a child part-time. Many used this opportunity as a test run for miserable kids who were also misbehaved and inherently bad. A fairy would be assigned to a kid and would only work either half-days, alternate between days, or a combination of the two.

Pe.ri was reassigned to D.ev under this program, disguised as a babysitter D.ale had hired for him. In addition to P.eri, Ir.ep was assigned as well as punishment for his crimes. He would have to work with P.eri and behave or else he'd be locked up for all eternity.

The two started out rough. Neither of them wanted to work together. They always argued and fought. But when they realized they both cared for D.ev–well, Peri already cared–and saw how their arguing was negatively affecting the boy, they put their differences aside and worked together. Eventually, their animosity toward each other fizzled out into a friendship and a few months after that, something more.

It was against F.airy Wo.rld law for fairies and anti-fairies to date, so they kept it secret from everyone. Their parents, their friends, they tried hiding it from D.ev, but he'd caught them flirting with each other before they kissed in front of him. He promised not to spill the beans if they never kissed in front of him again, deeming it as “gross.”

On their off days, P.eri would invite Irep to hang out in his parents’ apartment. There they would cuddle and watch TV. It wasn't much, but there really wasn't much they could do in public.

Today was one of their off days and the two creatures were on the couch snuggling and watching a horror movie while eating popcorn.

“Why did I let you pick the movie?” P.eri complained, hiding his face in Ire.p's shoulder.

Ir.ep's laughter lit up the room as he held his partner protectively, “cuz you know that there's nothing that will stop me from protecting you.”

P.eri smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek, “you sure you're an anti-fairy? Cuz you're just entirely too sweet.”

“Shut up,” I.rep grumbled and stuffed his mouth with popcorn.

“Sorry, sorry, I'm only teasing, Mr. Bad Boy,” P.eri smirked and patted his hair.

Ir.ep practically purred at the touch, leaning into their hand. “I should've never told you about my ability to purr.”

“Aww, why not?” P.eri playfully pouted, “it's so cute, it's not my fault for exploiting your special talent.”

“It's not a talent I would like to have,” Ir.ep crossed his arms.

P.eri smiled and lightly kissed his lips, “come on, it's not that bad.”

I.rep mumbled to himself as he continued watching the movie. Pe.ri chuckled slightly before nuzzling close to his boyfriend. Suddenly, the dog in the movie was brutally slaughtered. While Pe.ri whimpered and looked away horrified, I.rep burst into laughter.

“How could you laugh at such a horrible-” whatever else P.eri was going to say died in their throat when they heard,

“Hiccah!hic!hilp!Huck-uck! Ah fuck!- hic!hic!Huck'l!-oof, hic-hup!-hiccups,” Ir.ep whined as his body jerked forcefully with every spasm.

P.eri watched him incredulously, their heart pounding heavily in their chest. “You…have the h-hiccups.”

I.rep nodded, “ye-hip!-yeah, sorry…mainly happens higgup!-ah when I laugh too hard. HUCK!-ah, dammit, thought I grew hoop!-ooh out of this.”

“D…do they hurt?” P.eri asked, shifting in his seat, watching his every move.

I.rep opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by another loud spasm. He cleared his throat and tried again, “no, just annoy–oying…” He raised an eyebrow suspiciously, “why do you hmp-ah ask?”

Pe.ri blushed and looked down, “n-nothing, it's nothing, sorry.”

“P.eri,” the anti-fairy paused the movie and looked at the trembling fairy he'd grown to love, “you know hic! you're a bad li-hip!-liar. Talk-uck!-uh to me.”

Ir.ep held P.eri's hands, squeezing them gently. The fairy looked at him as another couple of silent hiccups rocked his beloved's body. P.eri took a staggering breath before saying, “I, um…” they closed their eyes and shook their head, “I can't…”

Ir.ep looked at him with the softest look, “Pe–eri, I would never huck!uck! ever judge you, you can-hngk! tell me any-heek!hip!-anything. Heck, y–you can tell me where you hid a bo-hup!-dy and I'd help you get awa-hlp!huckuck!-oof away with it.”

P.eri chuckled slightly, looking back at him, “yeah…but this one, this…is kind of embarrassing…”

“Yo-hoop!-ou don't have to tell me if you don't wa-hack!hulp-ah!hick'm!HUP! fu-huck!UCK!-fuck! Hold on, let me get rid of-”

“No!” P.eri panicked.

I.rep blinked confusedly, “huh?”

P.eri's eyes widened as he realized what he'd just said. They sighed and ran a hand down their face. He looked at Irep and he spat out, “I…sorta enjoy listening to…h-hiccups.” They looked away, their whole face flushing a bright pink as they continued to ramble, “I-I don't know, I'm sorry, I know it's weird, and stupid, and I'm really sorry, I just really like how they sound and the way the body moves and…oh gosh I sound like such a freak…” P.eri took his other hand from I.rep's and covered his face.

Ir.ep's eyebrows rose in shock, “P.eri, don't apologize, it's not weird huck'l!huck! I promise. You can listen t-hilp!-to me hiccup whenever I get them. I don't mind at hip!hup!higgup!-mm all, sorry.”

P.eri peeked at him through their fingers, “wait, seriously? You don't think I'm a freak and you don't wanna break up with me?”

I.rep scoffed into another particularly strong spasm. After patting his chest, he placed his hands on P.eri's shoulders, “lo-hock!-look at me, love.”

P.eri slowly brought his hands down from his face, “y-yeah?”

“I-HULP!” I.rep blushed. “ahem-hicculp!- sorry, not how I pla-hip!-planned on starting that. I love you, okay? You en-hmpk!‐enjoying my hiccups isn't gonna change an–nything. Well, except maybe ho-hilp!huck!-uh how frequently I get them-”

“No! I…I mean, please, just let them come naturally?” P.eri held Irep's head in his hands, giggling when the next hiccup lifted his head up from their grip. “I would hate for you to deal with hiccups when you don't want to. Especially when you find them painful or nauseous or even too annoying, then I don't like them…”

I.rep nodded, “I understand hip!hic!-uh P.eri. Is there any-HUP-AH!-damn…is there anything tha-hack!-that you wanna do-up!-o?”

“Can I please just lay my head on your lap?” P.eri requested.

“Of course, c-hngk!hmp!mp!hup'm-fucki–ing,” Ir.ep huffed frustratedly. “I'm so-hilp!‐sorry. C'mere.”

“And you're sure you're not in pain?” Pe.ri worried as he lay his head on I.rep's lap in time to feel his stomach bounce with another strong and fast hiccup cluster.

“Yeah, they're just hick'm!hup!‐oof really fast sometimes. It's a-huck-uck!-annoying, bu-huck!hip!huck-up!-but it's nothing I can't hock! handle, I prom-mp!mk!h'muck!‐promise,” I.rep reassured them with a kiss on their forehead.

“Okay…but you let me know immediately when anything changes, and I mean the exact moment, got it?” P.eri looked at him sternly.

“And so-huc!-o what if I don-hum'k!-n't, hmm-hmnk!-mmm?” Ir.ep smirked playfully.

“Asshole,” P.eri rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around I.rep's torso to ride the next bout of hiccups.

Ir.ep's jaw dropped, letting out a very loud HIGGUP!, before gasping and teasing slightly, “oooooh, P.eri cursed~ you gotta put money in the swear jar, you potty mouth.”

“Wha- no, that's only when we're around D.ev!” Pe.ri squawked up at him.

“Nuh-uh! How come you make me do it regardless then?” Ir.ep crossed his arms.

“Because…” then P.eri realized something a little disappointing, “wait, they stopped…”

“Huh?” Ir.ep blinked, completely confused by the shift in topic.

“Your h-hiccups,” P.eri stammered, biting their lips, “they're gone.”

Ir.ep was quiet for a moment, seeming to come to a similar conclusion. “Well shit, guess they are. Sorry, Cotton Puff. Guess that last big one scared them off.”

“It's ok,” P.eri shrugged, not budging, “they'll come back eventually. Besides, you looked like you could use a break.”

“You are so sickeningly sweet, it's gross, you know that?”

“And yet, you love me~” P.eri smirked up at him.

Ir.ep grumbled and looked away, “yeah yeah, I do.”

P.eri kicked his little feet and squealed excitedly. They loved hearing and knowing their boyfriend loved him for who he was. He leaned up and kissed his chin, “and I love you too.”

I.rep only blushed and turned the TV back on. The two panicked when they heard the keys jingling outside the door. P.eri frowned, but quickly sat up and Ir.ep poofed away after blowing them a kiss. He smiled at the spot next to him as the door opened.

“...and then I told them to-” W.anda's voice trailed off as she noticed P.eri on the couch, “oh, hey P.eri!”

“P.eri!” C.osmo also cheered and dropped everything to hug P.eri tightly.

“Ok, ok, dad, I'm suffocating here,” P.eri tried to wiggle free.

“What're you doing watching a horror movie by yourself?” W.anda raised an eyebrow at them as she ruffled his hair. “I thought you hated horror movies.”

“Ah, yeah, well…let's just say I was…feeling nostalgic,” P.eri glanced at a family picture they took with his godbrother.

That seemed to work to distract their parents enough from his unusual movie selection. He knew his parents were saying something, but he couldn't focus. He was thinking about the future, looking forward to hanging out with his boyfriend again.

Fin~

[judectrl]

People need to stop dickriding Jude and admit when he's having a stinker, it's like yall dont even watch these gamss

where did you see me dickriding jude? im just saying real's lucky to have him, because even if he doesn't perform well consistently during the game, he still is a very clutch player and has saved real multiple times.

this is a competitive sport, the most important thing is winning and at the end of the day, he makes sure his club wins, whether he's been performing well or not.

barça had so many chances that they should've been able to score and one of jude's goals, i think the first one if im not mistaken, was easily saveable and a poor job from ter stegen.

and idk who "yall" is referring to but i did watch the game, message me if you want a full match analysis x

[wh6res]

sedan | jaemin

—part 2

synopsis. it was only a matter of time until he snapped. he was right, you should've seen it coming.

warnings. noncon, swearing, yandere themes, there’s a knife lmao

note. yalls idk :( it keeps deleting paragraphs when i add a readmore wtf is this sorcery IM SO SORRY

[read part 1]

apparently, your captor had enough respect for your dignity not to take you in the backseat of his old sedan. saying something along the lines of how you had completely ruined the mood by how much you were crying underneath him. “it’s not even pretty crying!” jaemin had exclaimed, hauling you up to your feet and carrying you bridal style towards the house. 

respect? pft. he has long passed the line of respecting your dignity—the moment he forced that drug into your system and shoved you inside his car, he was a goner. 

you don’t bother thrashing against his arms, having thought better. with your wrists and knees duct-taped together, running seemed like a joke. instead, you stare longingly at the outside world over jaemin’s shoulder—it definitely isn’t the last time you’ll see it, but if you were here because of his fucked up possessiveness over you, then escaping will be a challenge. 

three months of working alongside jaemin is enough for you to know how thorough he can be. he’s quite the perfectionist, and you remember admiring his keen attention to detail but now you only fear for the things he has in store for you to make sure you’ll never leave his side. it was due to this train of thought that you involuntarily start shaking against him. the automated lock in the front door beeps into place and now you were stuck here with him, once and for all. 

before you are able to take a look around the house, scoping enemy territory, a hand comes up to cover your eyes. the moment your fingers wrap around his wrist to pry it away, he hisses, and you let go immediately. 

“stay still or else,” you obliged, scared of what he can do now that he has you all to himself inside the house. “i know what you’re thinking. still so fucking predictable. you’d have to earn my trust until i let you roam around here.”

the loud clicks of your restraints locking together prove that he is a man of his word. 

the basement he keeps you in is disgusting. the tiles beneath you are cold, a few leaking pipes in the corner, dust everywhere, and a tiny window across the room—you doubt your chains can reach that far. but what captured your eyes the most is the numerous pillows stuck onto the walls and ceiling. the colors of its casings are faded, none of them matching one another at all. it was as if everything was messily put together at the last minute and you almost feel a tiny bit of relief that maybe, jaemin isn’t as thorough as you thought he’d be. 

“i soundproofed the walls and everything, isn’t that romantic?”

you don’t answer, too caught up thinking about how you’ll stay warm that you don’t notice the way his eyes trail over your shaking figure, knees tucked under your chin, pressing yourself firmly against the wall to appear smaller. to create as much distance from him as possible. 

jaemin frowns in distaste, a low hum resounding in the back of his throat as he thought; no, this won’t do.

“are you cold?” he asks. 

once again, he’s met with silence. 

if there is one thing jaemin absolutely hates with a passion, it was being ignored. the feeling is so foreign to him. maybe it was because of how much he naturally expects to bear the spotlight, that when you refused to even slightly acknowledge him as anything, he was confused. fascinated but frustrated at the same time. 

it is the same frustration he felt when you turned him down. the same frustration he felt when you fought against him. the same frustration he felt when you don’t stop crying underneath him. the same frustration he felt right at this very fucking moment.

“i don’t think ignoring me will do you good, sweetheart. i asked you a question, didn’t i? i’ll say it again, one last time,” the edge in his voice is unmistakable. “are you cold or not?”

at this point, jaemin feels stupid for even thinking about granting you the slightest bit of leniency by leaving you alone tonight. jaemin had been willing to put aside his desires and wants for you. but his patience can only stretch so far until it comes snapping back. 

and boy, were you in for it. 

he utters your name, low and threatening and you just knew what it meant. as the victim, it should’ve been in your best interest to keep your captor from losing his shit and hurting you… and yet, you remain silent. you don’t know what’s gotten into you. the words are right at the tip of your tongue but you don’t say anything. it was as if time had stopped and your brain had short-circuited, making you forget how to speak. 

when he stood up from the stool and started stalking towards you, you knew it was too late. 

“jaemin…” your voice shakes. “jaem—yes, yes—i feel—i feel cold—”

the sting on your right cheek is the only thing to register in your mind for a few good seconds until it all clicks into place. he just backhanded you. 

“i never thought you’d be such a fucking bitch,” he hisses, pulling at your restraints. “you were so silent, i thought you went mute, baby. how can you treat me like that? it’s no way to treat your lover.”

his soft tone catches you off guard for a fraction of a second. it was the same way he spoke to you before… all of this. it was the same tone that had once lulled you into a sense of security when you were stuck in a new environment, scared, making mistakes left and right, but jaemin had proved he can be someone you can depend on.

and look at what that cost you.

jaemin’s eye twitched when he noticed the slightly dazed look on your face, eagerly slotting himself between your thighs before holding your legs down with his shins. his hands dart out, grabbing your jaw in one hand before placing the other snug around your neck. the man can feel the rush of his blood flowing through his veins, ears ringing as he admires how pretty you were underneath him—pretty and helpless.

with a sudden urge, he darts his head forward to take a long whiff of your hair, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. he barely even registers the tears wetting the hand holding your face. jaemin is too far gone in his head because finally, fucking finally, he has you right where he wants you and absolutely no one can steal you away from him anymore.

meanwhile, you try hard to push him off of you but the pressure he’s applying to your legs proves too much. the hand encased around your throat pulls away and your happiness was short-lived as jaemin reaches for something above your head. it glints against the sole fluorescent light in the basement—

you freeze at the sight of his pocket knife.

he laughs, sounding too sweet and lighthearted. “now, now. i won’t hurt you…” 

you hold your breath when he drags the knife across your body. from your collarbones, down the valley of your breasts, and finally settling at the bottom of your shirt. “i won't hurt you if you don’t move around too much.”

the sound of fabric ripping against the sharp blade made you want to thrash as hard as you can but jaemin had purposely angled the knife so the tip dragged against the surface of your skin. bile rises up your throat when you notice the way he eyes every inch of your torso as its slowly revealed to him. 

“see, i know you’re a good girl. i just have to force it out of you sometimes, huh?” he mocks, quickly hooking the knife under your bra so he needn’t struggle reaching for the hook in the back. 

his reaction is immediate the moment he sees you bare before him. he doesn’t even grant you the chance of hiding when he’s managed to hold your wrists in one hand, the knife clattering loudly on the floor as he surged forward, lips latching onto one of your breasts as his free hand feels the other one up. you turn your head to the side, not wanting to see his ministrations. until one particularly hard nip makes you yelp, his teeth latching painfully against a nipple before glaring at you through his eyelashes. 

“eyes on me.”

jaemin can’t have you turning away from him. it simply looks like another act of defiance, as if you were depriving him of the expressions of pleasure found in your face as he continues to lick and suckle at the skin of your breasts, purple and red blooming on your skin. 

when jaemin retracts from you to pull his shirt over his head, you made the last feeble attempt of trying to escape him. you’re able to free one of your legs from underneath him and have successfully delivered a kick to the groin. jaemin folds in pain. you managed to flip onto your stomach, dragging your body away with just your arms. you’ve only managed a few inches, chains rattling aggressively, when you felt his nails dig into the back of your thighs. 

“fuck,” he grunts. “you’re going to fucking pay for that, pretty thing.”

he turns you around with one hand, unfazed by the pitiful look of your tears and snot cascading down your face as he looms over you, his knife in one hand as he fists your hair. 

you shook violently as you brace your hands against his bare chest. jaemin would’ve revelled at the feeling of you touching him if you hadn’t kicked him in the balls only seconds ago. 

“jaemin, please… i don’t want any of this—”

“you’re so cute, begging like anything could get you out of this.”

you flinch, eyes shutting closing on instinct. you feel something sharp poking on your neck, and it only takes you a fraction of a minute to register that jaemin is now holding his knife against your throat. digging the blade enough for you to know it’s there but not hard enough to draw blood. 

“look how much you’re shaking, baby,” he coos, the tightness in his pants becoming unbearable as he gives you a one over. “such a sheltered kid, aren’t you? no wonder you’re so fucking naive, always making mistakes. always making the wrong judgement. you’re used to depending on someone, right? well…” 

jaemin slices the skin above your collarbone. you don’t scream, the fear of him slicing your throat all together lies heavy in the air. 

“…it’s a good thing you met me, huh?”

fuck you.

“i’m here, baby. you can depend on me all you want,” the giddiness and the sudden spark in his eyes make you dread what he’ll do next—you hear the sounds of a belt unbuckling. “i’ll bathe you, i’ll feed you, dress you up, but…”

there are no tears left when you feel his fingers pulling your shorts down together with your underwear. no tears left when you feel the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. 

“…you’ll have to give me something in return. that’s what good girls do, right?”

you screamed.

[thatssonanii]

Lines

Bloodline Family Series

Everybody that knew Rich knew what he did, they also knew that he kept a legit job too. He liked cutting hair and Slim's uncle needed a barber so when the two started college they both started working in his shop. After two years of working there, the guys that worked there knew not to play with either friend and they knew Slim was the nicest of the two.

"Aye man, how many heads you cut today?"

Rich at in his chair twisting back and forth, thinking before he answered the barber next to him, Jamal. Rich didn't really care for him but he put up with him because Jamal hadn't crossed him. Yet. He would cross the line eventually and Rich would be there waiting.

"Like 10 or 12," he shrugged.

"Damn, you must be good." Jamal laughed cutting the guy's head in his chair

"Mmhm, something like that."

Slim laughed to himself. Jamal was trying to be friendly with Rich, he wanted to be friends but Slim knew his best friend didn't like him.

"Say man, you comin' out tonight or you got something planned with ya lady?" Slim asked from across the shop.

Before Rich could answer, Jamal butted in. "You got a girl?"

"Yeah, I do. Why?" Rich asked glancing at him.

"No reason," Jamal shrugged finishing the haircut, "I just didn't think you did. With all these bitches after you, if I was you I'd have wifey and a few hoes. Shit, you prolly do."

The other barbers and a few of the patrons laughed at the suggestion.

"That's a faithful young man right there, son. Just him and his lady," an older gentleman interjected.

Jamal snorted as he slapped hands with his customer. "Shiiiit, like I said if I was him, I'd have a plethora."

Rich smirked and glanced at him, "But you ain't me so just worry about yaself."

A few hours later, Rich was cutting hair and the door to shop opened jingling the bell at the top of the door. Queenie walked in with Apryl and Kandice. A few spoke to them but they didn't put too much of their attention on them.

"What's goin on, Queenpin?" Slim asked going to hug her, her sister and cousin.

"Hey, Slim," Queenie smiled. She went over to kiss Rich, who wrapped his free arm around her and grabbed her butt. "Hey, baby. The girls came to see me and wanted to see you."

Rich smiled at them, "What's up, ladies? How long yall in town for?'

"Till Monday. Our parents went on a trip and shipped us off here," Apryl shrugged going to hug him.

Kandice scoffed playfully, "No, you got shipped off and i got guilt tripped."

Rich hugged then both and laughed.

"Either way, it's good to see yall. What yall about to do?' He asked going back to the haircut.

Queenie smiled, "Well, we were about to go eat and probably go to the mall."

"And you came to the ATM," he joked, "What if I told you it was closed?"

"Then is just rob it," she laughed.

"Uhuh," he mumbled playfully, "Go on back there and look in my bag. Yall go with her, yall know she don't share shit."

As the three of them headed for the backroom of the barbershop, Jamal came out checking each of them out as he passed them. Slim noticed and a laugh escaped him, he sat down in his chair ready to watch the fireworks. Going back to his own chair, Jamal to a seat with a wide smile on his face.

"Who was that?"

"Who was who? I ain't see nobody," Tony, another barber said quickly.

Jamal laughed, "Come on now, yall seen them fine ass women just walk through here."

Rich finished the haircut and slapped hands with his customer. He turned to his station to clean his things ignoring his co-worker.

"So yall just gon ignore me? I'm saying though, they was fine."

"16 will get you 20, my man." Tony told him quickly.

Jamal nodded, "I mean shit I won't tell if they won't. Wait ... which one of them is 16? Not that it matters."

"It should matter though," Rich added.

"Why? They ain't tellin."

Strike one, Rich thought to himself

The girls came from the back and over to Rich. Kandice and Apryl hugged him before going to wait by the door. While Queenie was telling Rich bye, Jamal approached them.

"I'm tellin you, man. Don't do that," Slim laughed tossing a few sunflower seeds in his mouth.

Jamal waved him off and grabbed Kandice's hand. "What's up, beautiful? I'm Jamal. What's your name?"

Kandice snatched her hand back from him with a frown on her face. "16," she said backing up.

"I'm not worried, it's all good. You should let me take you out."

Strike two, Rich thought to himself

By this time, Slim was in his chair dying of laughter. It was always fun to him when people tried Rich and even funnier when they had no idea.

"We're 16, we don't want you," Apryl told him, "Now move. Queenie, we goin to the car."

The two girls walked out going to her car. Queenie rolled her eyes, telling her boyfriend she'd see him at his apartment. The two of them embrace and kissed one more time. She hugged Slim one more time before leaving the barbershop. As she left though, Jamal's eyes were on her and Rich's were on him.

"Aye, you got a eye problem or somethin?"

"My bad, I was just looking, Rich." Jamal laughed as he sat in his chair.

"I asked you a question," Rich said setting his tools down, "You got a eye problem?"

"You serious man? I was lookin, no law against that. Ain't like I said she had a fat ass or something, I kept that to myself. But shit we all know its there."

Strike three, Rich thought to himself.

"I been lettin you slide since you got here a few months ago, a few times I should've said something to you but it wasn't my business," Rich told him calmly.

Jamal looked at his co-worker and laughed. He figured since Slim was laughing then it must've been a joke.

"Its just a few bitches, you can really be mad about that."

"A few bitches," Rich repeated with a sarcastic laugh, "Its clear you don't like your life."

Jamal opened his mouth to say something but Rich punched him out his chair. He didn't got a chance to fight back, Rich was on him pouncing him then jacked him up off the floor, forcing him to a wall holding him there with his firearm in his throat.

"Slim," Rich called out, "Bring me them shears."

"Gladly."

Slim hopped up with a smile on his face to get the sharpest shears he had taking them to his best friend. The other men in the shop put their focus everywhere but on what was currently happening. Rich took the shears and held them at Jamal's eyes as he tried to get away.

"Be ya scary ass still," Rich huffed, "You approached my lil sister and lil cousin after Tony and them told you not to, you touched them after they told you no and then you thought to say some disrespectful shit about my lady. Gimmie one reason why I shouldn't pluck both eyes out."

Jamal was sweating and panicking.

"Look, I'm sorry! I ain't know!"

"Bullshit," Slim called out laughing. "Ya ass just don't listen. That's ya problem!"

Rich opened the shears and moved it under his eyes pressing it into his skin as he shook and struggled.

"Be ya ass still, I told you that shit already," Rich growled in a low tone. 'It'll only hurt for a second."

Pushing the shears into his skin, Rich sliced into his skin making a long cut under Jamal's left eye. Jamal screamed out in pain which went ignored by every other person in the shop except Slim. When he was done, Rich handed Slim the shears and stepped back.

"Did we learn a lesson?" He asked.

Jamal held his hand to his face, tears pooling in his eyes from the pain. A few moments later, Rich looked down at his feet and stepped back in disgust.

"Ah shit, you pissed yaself, man? Talk all that shit about bitches but here you are actin like one." Rich taunted. "Go get a mop and clean this shit up then you should take the rest of day off and get that checked out. We got ya cuts till tomorrow."

Jamal looked up at him horrified.

"Did I say something you ain't understand? Lemme say it simpler for you," Rich shrugged, "Clean this up, go to the hospital, go home and bring ya ass back tomorrow. Don't come back tomorrow and see what happens. And stop crying be grateful i let you keep ya eyes."

Rich turned away from him and went back to his station to finish cleaning his tools. Slim continued to taunt Jamal a little while longer until he got the mop like Rich told him to and the barbershop went back to normal just like that.

[bellovebug]

STOP REBLOGGING THIS LMAO frick okay my point was NOT that Quentin's death was a good thing I never thought that okay?? Like every single person who commented on this post? I AGREE WITH YALL!! Especially this person above me they make an excellent point. I agree Quentin's death was awful and it sucked that they would do that and there's lots of reasons it was Bad Bad Bad but I'm not gonna get into it bc y'all summed it up pretty well, I hate the fact that they killed him just as much as you do. And for the love of God I'm not saying somebody had to die, I agree that it was a cheap shot at drama. It sucked! I'm not saying The Magicians writers don't suck because they totally did with that ending! I'm not saying I agree with them and I'm not saying that their decision was at all good because it WASN'T! They wanted to kill somebody because they wanted the shock factor I guess, I don't know you guys I'm not them! All I know is that they wanted to kill someone, and wether they decided it was Quentin from the get go or if there was ever a chance it was anybody else, I don't know. I was just trying to say that there's reasons other character deaths would've sucked too! I agree that killing somebody recovering from mental illness is just as bad and controversial as killing a sexual assault survivor or a gay character. I'm not saying it's better, I'm saying it's at the same level. Characters are always gonna have issues when they die, and we as the internet are always going to pick it apart and explain why it's wrong. I'm not arguing against that. This post was just me thinking out loud about it, it was more of a perspective post than anything. I'm not saying Quentin dying wasn't problematic.

The point of this response is just to say that you guys don't need to write essays in response to this post because I already know why his death sucked! You don't need to tell me. I. Know. I already deleted the original post but I forgot that reblogs still stay on the reblogger's blog, so I just wanted clear things up? Everybody who responded to this post is correct. But please stop I really should've just not posted that in the first place okay I relent I give in you have defeated me I rest my case and plead guilty

(also @sunshinequentin you did an excellent job explaining why his death was problematic, mad respect bro. I'm not being sarcastic it's actually really impressive and you laid out the point really clearly and concisely. It was a really good comeback if that means anything to you)

Listen, I agree that Quentin dying was terrible. It was awful and painful and it hurt a lot of people, but I was just thinking about it and Quentin really was the only one they COULD kill. They wanted to shock the viewers with a death, let's all face it. But there were reasons Quentin was the one- like, they couldn't kill Eliot, because that would be the pinnacle of the Bury Your Gays trope (so was killing Quentin to a degree but it's different with Eliot because he began as The Gay Character™. He outgrew that archetype but he still started as that.) Also, he just spent a long period of time possessed, and it would probably suck even worse to kill Eliot than to kill Quentin. They couldn't kill Julia, because that would be killing a rape survivor who's fought so hard for recovery. So has Quentin, but in this era Julia is like a figurehead for sexual assault survivors in fiction. couldn't kill penny because he was already dead. They couldn't kill Alice because they JUST got her back to normal, and we've all lost Alice like four times already and no one cares at this point. Kady and Josh are minor enough characters that killing them wouldn't be too big of a hit to the viewers- it would be really sad, obviously, but you can't honestly tell me that you would be just as impacted if one of them died as you were when Quentin died. They couldn't kill Margo because I'm pretty sure like 50% of their viewers would straight up stop watching because she's objectively the best character. Quentin really did deserve better, and he and Eliot deserved to develop their relationship farther. Quentin died too young. Killing Quentin was awful, it was terrible, and it hit deeply, but like, when you think about it, if not Quentin, then who? He left the biggest gap in the show, and he's also a white male main character, and clearly they wanted to get that clout for subverting expectations. I'm not saying it's a good thing. All I'm saying is that it kind of makes sense.