#you want to hope for the best. but it throws me off when ppl act like what we got was the best

[stizzysupremacy]

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[dollfaceksj]

BDSMSBSKFNSKSNKSD A DOSE OF WHATENDKSBSKSND DND FKDNDKDNSKSMS. CLOVER IM DKS SLSNSLSNS SKS. OC IS PISSING ME OFF. WTF IS WRONG WITH U IS A PERF TITLE BC WTF IS WRONG W HER !!! WHERE TF THEM PILLS COME FROM !!!!

this was written in a hurry. didnt feel like bullet point format would fit w this chapter. its not my best work but i hope yall get the feel i was trying to convey <3 (i won’t answer asks that spoil the story! gonna wait a few days so i don’t spoil the other readers who arent active currently!)

tw: body image issues(!!!) very deeply rooted issues that majority of women n ppl go thru. u have been warned. <3

wc: 2k ish

can’t afford love | myg (m) #20

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“Why the fuck do you have a dose of birth control pills?”

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The instance the words leave his lips, your heart free falls—no, plummets—to the pit of the Earth. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. He shouldn’t have found out this way.

You can’t bring the anxious quiver in your lips to stop when your mind travels at lightning speed trying to come up with a response. An explanation. An excuse. A lie.

But nothing comes out.

There’s nothing that you can bring yourself to say.

You messed up.

Are you even sorry? Or are you Just sorry you got caught?

Your eyes mindlessly stare at the box of pills like it’s going to vanish into thin air and you desperately want to witness it.

Doesn’t happen, though. The box stares back at you like it’s mocking you. Laughing in your face whilst being in his grasp.

He says your name. Quietly. Angrily. Repeats it when you don’t respond. Sounds like his voice is inside your head yet it also sounds like it’s coming from a galaxy that is seven million light years away.

After what seems like ages—which in reality was just a few seconds—you finally find the voice in the back of your throat that seemingly abandoned you in your time of need. “It’s an old box of pills and besides, why are you snoopi–”

“The label says you bought these two days ago. I’m not fucking stupid.” The words don’t just roll off his tongue, they launch out of his mouth like a spear. Penetrates your chest. The tip of said deadly spear nudges at your heart. Pokes it a little. Maybe makes it bleed a little, you’re not too sure.

Your panicked gaze slowly shifts to meet his angry eyes after he aggressively throws the box back onto your dresser.

“And if you’re going to berate me for snooping, someone has been trying to reach you. Called you 3 times. Just went to check to make sure it wasn’t an emergency.” He steps aside and nods towards your purse, which is now lying on its side, wide open with the contents spilled out. Your phone. Lip gloss. Wallet. Tube of Vaseline. 3 q-tips. Pack of gum. Few loose pain killer capsules.

You slowly start shaking your head and take a small step back, hoping to enlarge the distance between the two of you that you had tried to close just a few moments ago. “You won’t get it, so just–”

“No,” he says as he stomps to you, wrapping his hand around your bicep to stop you in your tracks. “You’re going to stop fucking lying to me. What the hell has been going on with you? Why are you acting like this?”

You try to wiggle your arm out of his grasp but he doesn’t let you go that easily. Tightens his grip. Enough to keep you still. Doesn’t hurt, though.

“Let me go.”

“No.”

“Let me g–”

He pulls you a little closer. Not in a romantic way. In a don’t-you-move-an-inch way. “Why won’t you just talk to me? I don’t understand why you keep pushing me away.”

Swallowing is starting to feel like sandpaper scratching its way down your esophagus. “Please, just– stop.”

He shakes his head, damp black hair swinging back and forth. Water dripping off his ends onto his shoulders like shiny pearls. They drop onto the fabric of his shirt, creating tiny little polka dots that are darker than the color of his shirt. “No, I won’t stop. You’re crossing the fucking line and you know it.”

He’s got you. That much is clear.

The silence that envelops around you is so prominent. Heavy. Wraps around you. Kind of like you’re a fetus in a pregnant belly.

Heat starts rising to your nose and cheeks, enough for you to realize that you’re starting to get emotional. Doesn’t take much longer for tears to start rolling down your cheeks.

Is there any point in hiding it now?

“You’ll never understand, Yoongi.” You shake your head as you bring your hand up. Wipe your nose with the back of your hand. Sniff softly.

His chest deflates as he heavily exhales. Feline eyes soften for a moment before his brows pinch together again. “Then make me understand.” His voice is still angry. Furious. Fuming.

“Nothing’s been the same for me, don’t you get it?” you shakily murmur, finally wiggling out of Yoongi’s grasp but not bothering yourself to get rid of the proximity between you two. Somewhere there’s comfort in it. “I know I shouldn’t have got those, I fucking know. But what you don’t know is what it feels like, okay?”

“Like what fee– What the hell are you even talking about?”

You cut him off. Burst out. “I feel disgusting, okay?”

His frown deepens. Eyes never leave you. The intensity on his features keeps you glued to the floor beneath your bare feet.

Before he can even respond, you continue with your outburst. “You don’t know what it’s like to have been the it-girl, to have been looked at and craved by any- and everyone and to now look and feel like this.”

It’s the truth. Yoongi was the king of your college because he had you. You made heads turn. You made guys fight their best friends. You made girls copy your clothes and makeup.

And now, here you are. Gotten rid of a full-length mirror in your bathroom because you hated seeing yourself naked.

Silence prevails once again. Just for a few moments that feel like centuries.

His expression doesn’t change. “Like what?”

“Ugly! Fat! Disgusting! Don’t you get it? My hair fell out, I have stretchmarks and scars all over my body, my tooth fell out at one point, my boobs are saggy, I don’t feel like taking care of myself. I burst into tears whenever I even remotely look at myself.”

You continue, pointing an accusatory finger at Yoongi and press it into his chest until he winces. “And don’t you fucking get it wrong. I fucking love Jun. I would do it all over again. I love being his mother and there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, that I’d change it for. But nothing prepared me for this. I haven’t gone out, I haven’t done anything. I bring Jun to daycare and pick him up and that’s it.”

You start backing away from him. Lips still quivering and brows furrowed in hurt.

As you approach your bed, you sink down. Bury your face in your palms. Sob a little. “But then we started being intimate again and you made me feel so beautiful. So wanted. I didn’t see it coming at all. Like everything I was seeing was a lie and everything you saw was the undeniable truth.”

You take a shaky breath to continue, “I meant it when I said I wanted the baby, that was never a lie. I wouldn’t lie about that. But as we kept having sex, you just…” you sniff, “made me so addicted to the way you made me feel. Made me feel so good physically but also like I was the most beautiful woman on the planet.”

Your eyes involuntarily shift up to meet his but in the instance you do, you regret it.

He’s frowning. Black eyes staring you down. Arms crossed over his chest. Looks like his mind is racing at a million miles a minute.

You drop your head again, hurt coating your voice. “I got scared. Scared that I’d get pregnant when I was finally starting to gain some of my self esteem back. Scared that I’d have to end our arrangement and we wouldn’t have that anymore. That I wouldn’t see you anymore.” You steal another glance at him before shifting your eyes back to the floor. His face is still the same. “I decided to get birth control the day before the award ceremony. I swear, I just wanted to delay the pregnancy only by a month or two. I just wanted to feel okay for a little while longer.”

It’s quiet. Really quiet. Your vision is blurry. Makes the floor look like a pool of blood thanks to the bordeaux rug. Makes his feet look like two hazy clouds.

You hold your heart when he finally speaks up. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Ugh.

He doesn’t get it. He will never understand. Never.

“Because it’s humiliating! It’s embarrassing. I…” You exhale deeply in an attempt to compose yourself. “I’m ashamed, okay? The man that once saw me as the queen of the world has to see me come down to this? I didn’t want you to think of me as this… this pathetic, insecure woman. I didn’t want you to think ‘is this really what I once loved?’.”

The frown on his brows deepens. He kind of looks genuinely offended but still tries to keep the rest of his expression as neutral as possible. He’s failing, though.

Not possible when the line between his brows looks deeper than the Pacific Ocean. When his lips twitch like he wants to yell. When the veins in his neck look like they want to pop out of his skin.

You take a deep breath after the explanation. Hang your head down. Wipe your tears with your palms. Sniff quietly. Allow a soft sob to escape your system—which makes your frame tremble slightly.

All those days, weeks, months that you spent hating yourself. Mourning the you that once was. Mourning the Yoongi that loved you.

It all comes back to you in the form of tears. Sobs. Pain.

It’s so quiet that you hear him preparing to speak. The way his lips kiss his teeth. Clears his throat. He says your name. Once. Twice. Sighs when you don’t react.

Then he gently places your phone in your lap.

Mom

Missed call (5)

You sniff and wipe your nose clean. You clear your throat and dial her number. Hold your phone to your ear. Sigh softly before you let out a croaky, “hello?”

Yoongi turns his back to you. Sighs loudly as he runs his hands through his hair and tries to process all the information you just dumped on him.

Your mother sounds distressed on the other side of the line. “What the hell took you so long?”

“Sorry, I was in the showe–”

“Stop, stop,” your mom pauses. “You need to get to the hospital right now.”

Your heartbeat stutters in its rhythm. You shoot up from your seat right away. The back of your phone becomes slimy from the amount of sweat your palm has produced.

Goosebumps pop out of the upper layer of your skin. “What? The hospital? What happened?” The turmoil in your soul makes all of your limbs shiver.

Yoongi’s head snaps towards you. Horror is written all over his face. Lips parted in shock and body frozen in a state of panic.

“Just get here. I don’t want you to drive recklessly.”

You reach for your clothes as you tilt your head to your shoulder to keep the phone trapped as you slide your pants onto your legs. “Mom! I’m gonna drive recklessly now anyway! Tell me what happ– Oh, God. Is it Jun? Did something happen? What happ–”

Your mother cuts you off. “Stop it! Just get here.”

“Mom, I swear, you’re gonna tell me what the hell happened to Jun right no–”

A big pair of hands grab you by the shoulders and shake you out of your state of panic. At least they try to. Your eyes shift up, meeting black concerned eyes that are begging you to just listen to your mother for a moment.

The other line goes silent. Just for a few seconds.

“Jun had a seizure.”

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[pumpkinsy0]

I know we see alot of post book Ponyboy HC’s and how he acts after and how he takes Dallas and Johnny’s death. HOWEVER do you think you could give us some Two-Bit after they’re deaths?

(I like to think he was the second closest to the both of them after pony.)

two bit,,,the fella that u r,,,,

•now w johnny, i think two bit was so hopeful about johnny, he wanted to believe that johnny would get better and he just tricked himself into believing that genuinely, bc the world is cruel to johnny, but surely not THAT cruel

•when pony announced johnny died, nobody noticed, but that was the first time two bit just truly didnt say anything at all, not a singular peep

•two couldnt even bring himself to walk by johnnys house bc he refuses to see the people who made johnnys life a living hell, in a weird way, he would always hope that johnny would one day come out the house running so he could save him like he always did before

•once tho, he did get drunk and was throwing rocks at johnnys house cause he was so angry, steve found him and had to drag him away

•two bit constantly thinks about how he was so ready to go all the way to texas for em and even now, he wants to know where johnny is now so he can follow

•the nurse gave two bit johnnys SOME part of johnnys clothing that wasnt too damaged, and two bit carries it in his pocket

•and then when it comes to dallas, its like two bit KNEW, dally was gonna die young, but that doesnt make how or when it happened any easier for him, he thought he’d have a few years left w the guy

•just like w johnny, two bit had hope that maybe the world wasnt THAT cruel and he lived in a bit of denial that the world would show dally at least a BIT of mercy in his life time

•he did hang out w dally quite a bit, going to bars, very rarely going to class together and joking around in the back of class, he feels like theres this part of him missing and it hurts him to see that empty seat next to him knowing dally used to sit there

•considering the rep dally had, it wouldnt surprise me if two had heard whispers of ppl being like “finally he got what he deserved” or “it was about time it happened”, and no matter how truthful they were to an extent, it always set two off, and he’d come off as erratic bc his mood would change DRAMATICALLY and depending in if there was someone w him or not, he’d want to fight them

•two feels bad for sylvia, he knows that her and dally werent the best of couples, but he knows they were still close to some degree, ppl assume sylvia didnt care, but he’s seen her cry over it and he knows just like tim, sylvia took things from dallys temporary bedroom at bucks bar

•speaking of bucks bar, after dallys death, he knows tim and sylvia took the small bit of things dally had, so unfortunately, he couldnt take something and go “an eye for an eye” w dally after dally got his switchblade and he never got it back, but sometimes he does sleep in that room, and as time goes on, the scent of dally is fading away and that upsets two

•two bit still has that newspaper clipping of when they saved the kids from that fire and just stares at it

•for a small amount of time, two bit would stay at him and and when it comes to his own family, especially his younger sister, two bit tries to hold onto them and not forget their faces or smells

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Take and Give

Hey, more gore and horror for you, inspired by my recurring nightmares :) This isn't quite as bad as Grass, but there is implied rape, so tw for that and body horror? (Btw ppl on my taglist, if you want to not be tagged for my horror, drop me a DM or ask and I'll remember to take you off for those)

They came and took it again. My skin is bare and cold to the touch. I can feel the shivers down my spine, my thighs quivering with the memory. It is a bad dream, these days, more a nightmare than my fitful sleep.

I remember the past, sometimes. I remember the moments under the sun, when I had hopes and aspirations. I remember, though it is nothing more than a lie now. 

They do not scar me, do not sully the facade of my beautiful body. But they wound me all the same, with their words and starvings and the things they do to my insides, the things I cannot mention. It hurts and I bleed and I throb.

The bleeding is good. It means they do not have me yet. While I bleed, while my stomach is flat and my ribs show, I am safe. I fear for the moment I swell, fear it like I do their taking. It will come, I know that. I can only escape for so long.

So I do what anyone must, in that situation. They take me again, and again, and I struggle, even with the drugs, even with my malnutritioned weakness, even with the hopeless knowledge that I will fail. I scream and claw and bite, flailing helplessly.

They grow frustrated with me, and in a single blow, silence me. I feel the sharp sting of their rage, the blood leaking down my cheek. It is glory, relief, safety in the knowledge that the bleeding is good. So when they throw me in the cell once more, and the cold stone floor sinks into my bones, I pick myself up.

My legs tremble with weakness, my heart pounding with the futility of my actions. I stand on the cusp of a metaphorical cliff, poised to dive into the abyss below. I take a deep breath, and dive. My forehead slams against the concrete. My nose screams with agony. My blood splatters like the blossoms of hope. So I do it again, so my nose shatters. And again, so there are shards of teeth scattered amidst the red. And again, until my face is a bloody mess.

They want a pristine whole of a meatbag, and I will not let them have it.

When they come in, I laugh at the horror on their soulless faces. It is as though they have seen the world from my view, for once. This time, when they take me, it is while I wear a mask. I mock them for that weakness.

They guard me more closely now, having lined my cage with mattresses. I play dumb and innocent while they watch, biding my time. I do not have another chance at this, I know. I have to act, and swiftly.

So when they leave at long last, I dig my fingers into the mattress, clawing until my nails come loose and the metal of the springs appear. I straighten it best as I can, remembering the old tales about coat hangers.

It goes right into me, the same way they take me, brushing against the hateful places they try their best to reach. Blood leaks out, a good sign. I scrape and scratch and claw with the spring, ripping free the cushioning they so adore. I pray the wounds go septic, both the ones within and without. 

They come back from their lunch to find me cackling at their foolishness. Their disgust turns to rage, rage at my disobedience, at my rebellion. They bring out the bit, meaning to silence me once more, but I know better now. With my broken, fractured teeth, I sever my tongue, spitting the flesh at their feet, and widening my foul mouth at them.

No, I am no longer their precious temple to defile. I am ruins, haunting and hateful and horrible, unwanted by them.

They tie me up, keep the bit on, force feed me when I try to refuse food. They think they can torture me, bring me back under their thumb. But the scars of my face, the tongueless nub in my mouth, and the blood that flows constantly from within tell me otherwise. When they take me, which is getting rarer and rarer, it is with an air of distance, of hatred for me and what I have done to their property.

One day, as they take me, I shift my weight just right. My knees are hyperextended, my elbows locked and beneath me. When they bring their weight crashing down, I hear four simultaneous cracks. No, no more willowy limbs for them. No more pretty snub nose for them. No more pretty body for them to use and abuse.

That is when they realise they have lost. It drives them into a frenzy, knowing that even my death would be a victory for me. Any wound upon my person would be a wound to themselves. 

So I am thrown out unceremoniously, in a bloody bag of chopped up limbs, deep out in the ocean, where I can be at peace at last. I get the last laugh, even tongueless and voiceless.

For all that they took me, they can never have me.

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[multi-fandomsfreak]

Not a request just wanted to share some of my silly Xenophanes headcanons with you :3

So first off I feel like if you become close enough to Xeno if he's bored he'll pick you up and hold you like a football as he walks around. [He also would throw you like a football if he feels like it but that's a rare occurrence.]

Second, I feel like he know parts of what a period is.. [This one kinda leans more towards ppl who are Afab.] Like he understands that your body is acting like a ketchup packet and that you have cramps, mood swings, and fatigue but he doesn't quite understand the boating and chest pain. So he tends to leave you alone unless you seek him out then he'll stay with you.

Thirdly, He says that he hates physical contact. This is half true he'll only accept that stuff if it's with someone he genuinely likes and trusts if you don't meet those requirements let's just say would you probably meet a fate worse than death.

Lastly my boy literally despises Boyfriend and Girlfriend. [I hc that Boyfriend and Girlfriend were able to leave after Triple Trouble.] He hates them with a burning passion. He feels humiliated and infuriated that they got away from his grasp. If he catches them anywhere near you.. You best believe he is snarling and growling at them while baring his fangs as he picks you and takes you far away them.

Anyways that's it from me.. Just wanted to share some of my headcanons with you for this little sadistic goober :P

I hope your doing well and are having a good day/night 👍

Thanks for the headcanons ❤️!

I love them especially the first and last one. I swear Xeno is like a cat but takes the form of a demonic hedgehog lol. Choosing when to act decent and when to act the complete opposite. Hope you have a good day/night as well. ~Blaze/Dawn

[ellevandersneed]

I think the vibe is that my heart was really into posting when i was like 23 but as you age you start to experience this inexplicable thing called "boredom+" where the convergence of a certain degree of maturity, shame disguising itself as maturity, and general burnout make posting look a little silly. I dunno. I sort of really wanted and want still somewhat to have a lot of viral funny posts or whatever but thats no way of building into any sort of community or even general comaraderie with ppl online unless you're consistent about it and talking to folks directly but I actually do not know how to do that on tumblr in a way that doesn't make me look like a jackass unless I'm specifically doing that detached comedy character routine where I say "hey look at me look at me ain't I a stinker" schtick that, unless you are like really funny, will often draw a lot of ire from whoever you're interacting with. I've tried reaching out to different people a few times with what I felt were genuine inquiries or "oh hey check out this cool thing" etc but nobody seems to bite. For the most part the best I can hope for is that one or two of my more popular friends on here throws me a reblog like the good ol' days but fishing for that has in the past and would definitely still put me into a bad place mentally. I dunno. It sucks! I don't really have the heart to do very basic political takes about whatever discourse is popular right now and every attempt I have recently made has felt forced. I don't want to convert this into an art only blog, since I really despise making myself follow any kind of strict regiment for my posting, but I don't want to just say whatevers on my mind every 15 minutes during screen time because that's just free bait for showing off how ignorant I am on most everything but can't seem to help but mentally fixate on a lot beyond my power and understanding, which is why I'm trying to read a lot more. I don't really like blogging about particular crap - like I could talk movies but I use letterboxd for that and I really don't use that space to interact with new people anymore. I could talk about the music theory I started learning today but why? "Oh yeah I finally learned the definition of what a 'note' is isn't that cool?" I dunno, it's not my bag! Social media is becoming less and less my bag! But I still enjoy the act of posting! Annoying.

[softxsuki]

Hello hello. 🌸

Its my first time requesting something so i hope im doing it right D:

(sorry for my bad english..)

Can i request a letter for the Valentines day letter event?

I need one with Chifuyu from tokyo revengers with a Fem Reader. Hes been my fave character since i watched tokyo rev for the first time.

I need some Comfort/fluff with him :(. We both go to highschool and we are childhood Friends. I got bullied and used alot and i've been feeling really lonely and sad lately.

chifuyu noticed that im not feeling so good, so he made a decision on confessing his love to me and tells me that i would never be lonley when we are together and that he would take care of the bullies when they dare to hurt me again. He leaves the letter on my desk after break.

A little more about me: My name is Yoona (or Yoonie), Im autistic and i have anxiety so its hard for me to be outside without my headphones on, i need them all the time. Without them ill get a panic attack when it gets too stressful for me. I also cry really fast, you just have to look weird at me and im getting teary eyes. T-T

I hope this is okay and enough.

Thank you, have a nice day and take care.🩷

Chifuyu's Confession Letter to His Childhood Friend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

| Pairing: Chifuyu x Fem!Reader | Genre: Fluff, Comfort | Post-Type: Letter | Word Count: 720|

Warnings: mentions of ppl picking on reader

Note: Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you enjoy you letter from Chifuyu :)

The last bell rings for the day, as all the students jump up from their desks and rush back to their homeroom classroom to collect their things, you included. What you didn’t expect to see though was an envelope on your desk. 

The hustle of students rushing to grab their things and run out of their classrooms to leave school continues around you as you take a seat at your desk and begin to read the letter;

Dear Y/N,

Happy Valentine’s Day. Perhaps this comes across as a surprise to you, or maybe even a little sudden…but I like you. I’ve liked you for a while now, I just didn’t know how else to say it to you so I thought maybe Valentine’s Day would be the appropriate time to do so.

Maybe you only see me as a friend considering we’ve known each other since we were kids, but I’ve looked at you as a woman for a while now. Maybe longer than I even realized myself.

I know you worry about people picking on you and all those people in the past who have used you, but I want to be there for you now as more than just your friend. I want to be the man you go to for comfort. I want to be your rock, your support system. I want to hold you in my arms and kiss you. 

You know how hard I’ve held myself back? I can’t help but stare at your lips when you talk to me, I’m just surprised you haven’t noticed yet. 

Please let me be the one to wipe your tears away when you cry. You cry so often, I can’t help but just want to hold you and kiss your tears away. I want to be your safe place, your lover.

So…if you’d like to give me a chance, meet me at our usual spot outside. I’ll wait there for as long as you need me too. But if this makes you uncomfortable, just throw it away and pretend like it never happened. I don’t want to scare you off or anything. See you soon hopefully.

Your hopefully boyfriend soon,

Chifuyu &lt;3

You smile to yourself. Idiot. How could he not know that you liked him back? You thought you made it pretty obvious, unless he thought that was just how you acted around everyone…

Sighing, you quickly collect your things to meet him at your spot outside the school. It was a large ginkgo tree that had the best shade in the summertime. Both of you made it your special spot to hangout whenever you didn’t want to go straight home after classes. 

Your heart thumps in your chest upon seeing Chifuyu sitting against the trunk of the tree, his face stuffed in one of his mangas. Your feet carry you towards him and you plop yourself down beside him with a grin, startling him.

“Hiya,” you beam.

“Hi,” he responds, the tips of his ears going red. He was nervous. “Did you read the letter?”

“I sure did.”

“And…?”

“And…I can’t believe how dense you are, seriously. Of course I like you as well. I thought you would have noticed by now, but I guess that’s my fault. It does take you a while to catch on,” you sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder, the weight of the day catching up to you.

A yawn escapes your lips before you look at him, “I just didn’t mention it really because I thought you wouldn’t feel the same for me.”

That gets him laughing as he wraps an arm around your shoulder. Guess you were both worried about nothing.

“Then is that a yes to being my girlfriend?” He asks, needing the confirmation.

You playfully slap his shoulder with a laugh. “Of course it’s a yes.”

He grins at that and presses a kiss to your cheek, despite how badly he wanted to claim your lips as well, he’d hold himself back until later on. You had just gotten together, he didn’t want to rush things. This was a new relationship he’d savor and enjoy.

Mentally he thanked the romance manga he had read to help prepare him for this moment. It had worked out perfectly and you both couldn't be happier.

Posted: 2/14/2024

[nattyontherun]

🦷 Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're dreading to write (but is necessary to your plot)? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

ohh fun question! i have a bunch of WIPs lying around ngl, though since I've become busy with work, a lot of them I've put on the "back burner" save for like... two. Anyways!

Since ik you follow me mostly for my KKSS fic, we can focus on that!!

When it comes to writing, although I do make "skeletons" of my fics, so a very summarized bullet point list of what I want to happen, I actually plan out chapters as they happen? The minutiae is all very up in the air as far as planning goes, all I know, really, is the ending and the major shakeup's I wanna incorporate.

In the case of To Oblivion, my current (and very definitely LONGEST) WIP in the docket, I kinda have a very specific but ultimately small... anxiousness... towards a scene i've planned for the next chapter, and a much, much broader, definitely more potent dread towards the fic as a whole.

In terms of specifics? I have this scene planned where I'm going to introduce two "new" characters, one of whom will be important to the plot, from a perspective of a canon character I don't actually know (as is, and how to write) that well. I'm not sure that I can pull it off exactly correctly, and my refusal (and really, lack of time) to go cavern crawling through canon to figure things out isn't doing me any favors. Considering I could very much say the same for Sai, and that worked out okay-ish last time? Well, it's an AU anyways so!! I'll figure it out!!!

As for the broader dread... I cannot overstate this: to oblivion is NOT kind. HF is like the best most squeaky clean fixer upper version of this "AU" that i coulda come up with and to oblivion is far and away from that.

I'm gonna be blunt, I have a very certain view of the world and my views reflect very much in the way I write whether I intend it to or not,,,, so I'm kinda leaning into that for this fic, really allowing my thought process to shine through. I'm not interested on making the characters sympathetic so much as believable in how they act and react to the story as it unfolds.

Part of this dread, I'll admit, is simply because I'm not really good at plots? Actually I'm awful at them lmaooo, I don't do the /overarching and makes sense/ sorta narratives, I've just never found the inspiration to go at those so long when all I really wanna do is throw characters at each other so they can cry dramatically about their lives or whatever.

The other part is just that Naruto is a very old IP with a very old fandom and it's because of this that many of us here have a very fixed view of how characters are like, whether that's canon or simply our interpretation of them. I don't think I'm gonna be making a lot of people happy with how I plan to let the story play out - in fact, I restricted the comments from chapter one FOR A REASON! I just... I do not see a world where we finally get to the crux of why I even wrote this fic, and everybody reading will just be fine and dandy with how I make things play out.

If you think that one Shisui-POV fic /Like Stars/ is challenging and frustrating,,,, to oblivion will set your eyes on fire :\

I say this not to scare of readership but I really don't want ppl coming into the fic thinking I'm deadset on a warm, hopeful ending like I was with HF. While we're not heading towards an unhappy or even Bad ending, I just feel like it's important to set the expectation that I wrote this fic not just to challenge myself and the characters but also those who decide to read it to see my perspective of where canon went wrong with the framework of the Uchiha massacre and Konoha's handling of it. It's gonna be very hard on not just Sasuke and Shisui but Kakashi as Hokage, Naruto, Sakura, Shikamaru, Sai and basically everyone who'll end up showing their faces in the fic.

Hopefully it's digestible?????????

[causticsunshine]

Regarding the ‘flower project’ thing, most people are very simple in that they think other people share their interests and what they like. They are also the people who bring you a gift that they would have loved to get themselves instead of considering what you would have actually liked to get or need. I’m sure we all know those ppl and have them around, they don’t do it with malice but it’s pretty short sighted/ self centred..

just having been around here so long i think it’s maybe more so the case that SOME of the people who do this or act similarly in general are often just plaintively unaware of how these best intentions for other peoples’ sake are unintentionally self serving at their core—at least partially—OR based off assumptions of character and likes that aren’t intentional but also, in turn, prove to be at least partially self projected, and considering when things are said or done, may be inappropriate/unnecessary.

so even when it seems the answer to these hopeful/nice somethings done is ‘okay but whyyy did you think this was the time/place for this etc.?’ because it seems so obvious, for whatever the reason, these people may simply need the push, reminder, call-out to recognize a sound counterpoint as to why they should not do/say the thing they were well-intending to do.

and i DO think that’s something a lot of people may do unintentionally, if only from time to time, case specifically. and if it’s a true issue they have that’s additionally pushing boundaries, making others uncomfortable, etc. it’s good to communicate that to the person doing it directly so they’re aware and either an understanding can be made, the behavior can be altered, what have you.

BUT all benefit of the doubt being said, in the direct case of these parasocial relationships of fans and artists, and specifically here in the case of louis and his fans, there have been several instances of the fans just blatantly ignoring things he’s said about himself, or ways he personally portrays himself, to fit their self-satisfied image of him. including doing things he has plainly asked them NOT to do, such as throwing flowers onstage, intentionally throwing things AT him (denver nugget incident last year, anyone?), and to not carry on this pity party Poor Louis :( charade because he doesn’t like to be pitied.

enough of us have spoken on why we think it’s ignorant/tone deaf/whatever you want to call it that some fans insisted on having such a pity project for LOUIS after the red rocks incident when it was the affected FANS who truly deserve any aid others have to spare, so i’m not going to rehash all that here. but given your point, anon, whether the intentions put in place were pure and hence some of these people trying to organize or encourage such a project fall within the group i mentioned earlier, the fact that after what happened, they still put the joy of an artist over the actual wellness of fans directly affected by such a scary and poorly handled (by the majority of the venue staff; so far i’ve heard nothing but good things about louis and his team helping out) incident…. it just boggles my mind.

tldr; this all being said though, anon, i do agree with you! some people just don’t realize how their good intentions can come off when they’re actually misplaced, ranging from being incidentally selfish to fully ignorant, tone deaf, and even harmful (and ofc, this is all circumstantially based on all/both sides). but i do also think that when it comes to specific situations, perhaps even specific people, one needs to be EXTRA aware of what these good intentions actually hold.

if someone has said they don’t like x thing, or don’t want you to do x thing, it’s not up to you, especially when you have a indirect and parasocial relationship with them, to go ‘well i think this time you WILL like it/want me to do this, so i will do it anyway :)’. it’s both a very simplistic and very complex topic, depending on surrounding circumstances and people involved.

and if you so badly want to cheer louis up, if he even NEEDS cheering up—like idk i think the focus should be on helping affected fans regardless here—be a good crowd! learn the lyrics! when he’s speaking, don’t scream at or over him. don’t punt shit at him or on the stage when he’s walking around. be respectful of other fans at your shows and if someone needs help, help them! make it a good experience for everyone!

[reisdump]

Yk the trope i hate the most... "FRIENDS TO LOVERS"

I wasn't always like this..FTL trope used to be my fav, like its literally my biggest dream, like to have my male best friend as my lover..but that went straight downhill when I date my best friend back in 2019...I was so happy at first, like even the little things would make me giggle, act all girly and all (which wasn't really so me). But after a month, everything ended..I've dreamed of everything..graduating our grade 12 tgt, dating in college, cafe dates, getting married EVERYTHING to the point that ppl will think im insane bc I LOVE HIM SM. I was so hurt, like my heart literally broke into pieces..I hurts, so fucking much to the point that I got sick. Ever since then, I have never thought of dating again..like ever.

It's been 5 years already since then, I've moved on and completely healed... but the fear of getting heartbroken and all those things again traumatized me so bad that I still haven't dated anyone again.. I have this fear, of being in pain again..or maybe the fear of being abandoned by someone again, as if im some object that they can just throw away when they got tired of it.

I'm in my 2nd year of college now, studying for my bachelors..I have this friend, a MALE best friend from our senior, we clique off really well since the day we met..we literally hang out everywhere despite the age gap..ppl would suspect us, but we both knew that it was purely platonic(or maybe only for me?) and feel as if we don't need to explain or deny to anyone. We've been friends for almost a year now, I treat him just like my older brother since I don't have one and always envied to have one. I used to have thoughts like "Oh, he must be the one God gave me as my older brother, someone who will stick by my side and defend for me"..I was so grateful to have him, and really admire him as my best friend and as an older brother. I really thought it was all like that way, even for him but NO, it wasn't. It was that I was just too oblivious.

We were talking abt random stuff last night, and idk how we got into that topic but he somehow just started confessing his feelings for me, saying something like "I used to wonder, how do you want me to confess/propose? I've been thinking hard and know its gonna be hard bc you have high expectations, but i want to...", "Whenever I try to get away from you, you somehow always get sick and I can't help but come closer to you yet again". He totally makes me flabbergasted..like I was out of words for a minute, but I still try to act all cool..saying something like "Maybe God wants u to keep staying by my side as a good friend you are" but he keep confessing anyway😭

His words have been on my mind since then. I'm still surprised, like ever.. and i'm furious.. like im literally burning inside. But somehow, my heart broke..having this thought like I lost another best friend again. Oh, another side story- There's this boy from my batch, my old lab partner..he was really kind and sweet, he was a great friend too..he somehow have a crush on me and confess too😭

Maybe its bc of this, i'm afraid and mad at myself..like it makes me think, "What have I done? I thought I've always just look at them just as a friend but maybe i did something wrong?" ... I really don't want to lose another friend and get my heart broken just bc of these stupid feelings..idk what i'm gonna do with him..He is a great man, he's smart, ambitious, caring for ppl around him, like he literally cares for me a lot but yk, maybe bc of my past experience, I just can't do this anymore..especially with my best friend. Either he'll break my heart or I'll break his heart bc of my past experiences

I just hope that he finds someone who loves him truly and that we'll always be best friends regardless🫠

[matchablossomwrites]

TR as types of baristas

Hiya again! Thank you so much for your support beforehand! I'm actually really shocked at how many notes I got ❤️ Also before I start this off Imma say it rn but I've been a barista for 3 years now. Anyhow since I still haven't gotten any asks I decided I may as well continue writing headcannons until I finally get some 🤷 Anyhow I hope you guys enjoy ^^

Takemichi is the type who would be happy to be there at first and like he truly is- yeah but give him a few hours of a rush and he still hasn't gotten his break and this boy is literally like "😀hi welcome in! How can I help you today?" and they're like "... are you ok?"

Hina is the type of barista to write SUPER CUTE messages on cups if she has time. Pls everyone loves her for that 😭❤️Because of this she gets so many regulars.

Emma would be the type who always comes in like "i hate it here" but the moment she sees that the chef Draken is working there today she's so happy and peppy. But please keep her on track she sometimes gets distracted because he's working. If there's no customers in and she gets the ok from Mikey she'll go and chat (flirt) with him in the kitchen.

Mikey is the type of barista who attracts so many customers mainly because 9/10 times he's respectful and sweet (unless you're a karen... run). He's also an assistant manager and if you're training with him it's the best because he'll be so nice ;-;. He'd also hide snacks in his apron and eat them when customers weren't in. (pls so many ppl do this XD) He also needs his caffeine bc otherwise he will fall asleep making your frappe (it's happened before it'll happen again... he once forgot to put a lid on the blender bc he was so tired from working a morning shift 😭)

Mitsuya is the best manager. Please I've had a manager like him before. They were so sweet and if they noticed something was off they'd pull you aside and make sure you were ok 😭10/10 best manager I don't make the rules. He's also a really good barista and has the best latte art out of everyone

Going along with Mitsuya if a kid happens to walk in and orders he's so gentle with them and it's so cute ❤️ it just melts everyone's hearts. Sometimes he'll give them a cookie that he'll pay for later and let me just say the parents love him for that random act of kindness 🥺

Hakkai is the type of barista who would give you extra whip cream. Even if you didn't ask for it he will will do it anyway. The presentation on his drinks are just beautiful (just like him) and honestly he'd pay extra attention to customers and would give you some of the best service. He'd be easy to talk to once you get to know him and you guys will talk a lot while doing extra tasks around the cafe.

Baji is the type of chef who blares his music from the back and everyone is like "Baji can you please turn it down" but never does- But his music taste is just so good you can't really be too mad but you might have to have a talk with him about disrupting the customers every so often.

Kisaki isn't allowed in the cafe (Y'all manga readers have a good idea of why.) Takemichi just doesn't allow him in-

if pah-chin sees you have a dog with you he'll immediately also bring out water for said dog and then ask if he can pet it. Please he's such a softie when it comes to dogs it's so cute 😭

the Haitani's.... oh god- they're the type who would be super good workers when there's costumers in but the moment they leave it's chaos. Please- for the love of god never schedule them with the Kawata's...

Ran is the type who would honestly play with any newbie. He'd be like "Oh you're new aren't you! Have you done the initiation yet? You haven't? Oh well in that case let's do it right now^^" then proceeds to try and get the new kid to eat a cake of coffee that was used to make a latte- Lukcily Mitsuya noticed and told them they didn't have to (even though they'd already had some of it ;-;)

Ran is also the type to complain a bit about customers coming like "oh god don't come in we're closing- NONONONO FUCK OFF PLEASE GOD WH- Hi welcome to Toman cafe🥲" then when the customer proceeds to order 6 frappes even though they JUST cleaned the blender. (This is based on a true story on Christmas eve) If you listen close enough you can hear him crying and quietly cursing their luck.

Rindou is just as chaotic but if a karen comes in he doesn't take it lightly. Please he ROASTS them. yeah let's just say that it wasn't pretty but the Karen left after throwing a fit and Mikey having to call the police. (I've had to do that once-)

A/N: Once again thank you so much for all of the support I deeply appreciate it since I've always wanted to do this. Thank you for making this possible and have a great day!

[wonlouvre]

hi~ can i request a seungcheol angst college!au f2l, where they both like each other but cheol starts hanging out with other ppl more, esp one person who likes him and he neglects the reader? dialogue could include something like “go away, i don’t want to see you” or “don’t call me that anymore” if you want. i’d like a slight fluffy ending, but you can end it however you want!

courage | c. sc.

pairing: seungcheol x reader genre: angst, a pinch of fluff and open ending warnings: reader is insecure and is blaming herself over what happened between them and cheol (please tell me i i missed anything!) word count: 1k

💌: wow. all i can say is this was a challenge for me to write. again, i made a few changes here and there. i hope you don’t mind! this is angst and i don’t really know if i did a good job writing it. i don’t want to keep talking about it as i don’t wanna spoil anything. but, thank you as always for requesting! i hope you enjoy <3 also happy birthday s.coups! :’)

You often wondered if it’s alright to throw away the memories you have created and shared with Seungcheol just because he said he doesn’t want to make new ones with you anymore. You often wondered if you would be okay to leave him because he told you to go away and that he doesn’t want to see you anymore. He doesn’t even want to be called by the nickname you have had for him ever since you were kids when he said with an annoyed expression, “don’t call me that anymore.”

Perhaps that was the equivalent of “I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.”

You also asked yourself if you’re willing to forgive and take him back if ever comes the time he wants to hang out again. But by the looks of how he was happy to be around his new friends, you didn’t see any reconciliation happening. 

It was cold. The last time you had the chance to talk or spend time with Seungcheol, you remember how cold it was. The air condition blasting inside the coffee shop, his actions, his words; all of them were cold. You were trying to talk to him, asking him what could possibly be wrong. You even went as far as asking if you did anything wrong to make him act that way. 

Seungcheol’s silence was an answer enough for you to stand up from the table and take your leave. 

You cried almost everyday. You just lost your friend that you have liked from high school and until now. You thought you two were getting along as if you were on the same page. But in the end, you and Seungcheol wanted different things. You wanted him to be your lover as much as you wanted to be his. And as for him, even if he almost wanted to be yours, he still sought for something else. 

You still saw him around. At the library, the cafeteria, the gymnasium, the field, the parking lot, the bus stop. Everywhere. You saw him all smiley as he talked to this person who fancies him. You saw him jostling and wrestling around with his friends. You saw him everywhere and you didn’t understand why you couldn’t seem to get used to it. Why won’t the pain stop from aching?

You want him to say sorry. You want him to come back. You want him to come back and love you like he did.

If he ever loved you at all. 

At some point, you snapped yourself out from continuously thinking about Seungcheol. It’s obvious that you didn’t even cross his mind anyway. You continued with your life instead. You studied hard and aced everything that you can. You made new friends and went all out in the best way possible. You also spent time alone without thinking and crying about him.

You lived even though it broke your heart that Seungcheol, the person who has a special place in you heart, wasn’t with you until the very end. 

“Congratulations Y/N!” Your aunt screams for joy and hugs you. “I’m so proud of you!”

It’s finally graduation day and you’d never felt so free. You smile and hug your aunt back who keeps on jumping in excitement. When she pulls away, she fixes your hair and gown before handing the flowers she brought. 

“I have to take a picture,” she says and prepares the camera. “Okay, smile 1! 2! 3---, oh! Isn’t that Seungcheol?”

Your smile instantly drops at the mention of his name. You haven’t told anyone from your family what really happened between the two of you and you really don’t have the heart to explain right now. You beg that she doesn’t call hi---

“Choi Seungcheol!” Your aunt shouts and you look away. “Honey! Come here!”

Please, please, please!

“Hi aunty.”

I hate you, Choi Seungcheol.

“How are you?” Your aunt is all affectionate towards your ex-best friend and it makes you want to vomit. “I never see you around anymore.”

You can tell Seungcheol is caught off-guard by the question with how he scratches the back of his head. You could smack it if you want and no one will care. 

“Just got busy with school and all,” he lies. 

You roll your eyes. 

“Well, don’t just stand there Y/N,” your aunt scolds. “Stand close to Seungcheol so I can take your picture.”

You sigh and swallow your pride. If you don’t want to be bombarded with questions, you might as well just take this stupid picture and carry along. Begrudgingly, you stand close to Seungcheol’s slightly tall frame. You still kept a small distance as you don’t want to have any contact with him. 

Out of curiosity, you glance at him and surprisingly enough, he does the same. 

You suddenly remember your questions. Is it alright to erase your memories with Seungcheol? Will you be alright if you do so? 

Your conclusion is no. No, it wouldn’t be alright and another no, you wouldn’t be alright. It’s both sad and happy that you’re thinking this way. Seungcheol can never justify what he did to you. But, the Seungcheol before cannot be erased by the present Seungcheol. You will never let it be. 

What and who you’re letting go instead is Seungcheol himself. 

“Hey.” 

The boy you used to love calls for you and you look at him one last time. 

“Congratulations.” Seungcheol’s cherry lips are smiling as he extends his hand out. 

Somehow, you can’t help but smile back and shake his hand. You can tell he’s sincere and that’s all you’re asking for. 

Another question comes into mind again, will you ever forgive Seungcheol and have him back in your life again? 

Maybe if the right time and right reasons come, yes. Seungcheol doesn’t necessarily have to love you like he did. If he just wants to be just friends again, that’s okay too. 

In the meantime, you’d have to let go of his hand.

[kuekyuuq]

Gloria, Jet-lags and Imps [6x11]

Let’s jump right in:

Kinda love how Kara lamp-shaded addressed the fact she didn't tell the gang about her adventures in the PZ. She’s not wrong, tho.

...what do I want to say about Mxy using what's basically a well-known gay-anthem to tell his tale? I mean, it didn’t lead anywhere. The original song is about freeing oneself, liberation, stepping out of a (gone bad) relationship and moving on, stronger for it - empowerment. The only connection I could make, is that originally it was Nyxly’s aim to just do that (freeing herself and her kind from an oppressor), but in the way Mxy performed it, that part of the parallel was long over before he even reached the chorus. It’s also a popular Karaoke song, tho, so... he chose it because it’s catchy? I’ll try not to overthink it for now. At least, the Superfriend’s reactions were fun.

Nia exiting the elevator, "And what's this Old Stone?" I love it when ppl enter a room / situation and pick up on words that they couldn't have possibly heard. I think cinema sins ding such... Are we to assume, she dreamed Mxy's rendition of ‘I will survive’? Or is the elevator not sound-proof at all? (If it’s the latter, Nia later apparently telling Brainy “in private” between scenes / during the elevator ride about her Nyxly adventures, was a silly thing to do.)

So, "Jared" created the ring Old Stone to rule them all, it got shattered into the Paragons totems? Nyxly needs the totems and to get them she needs a crystal which also belonged to "Jared" - who happens to be Mxy's ancestor, which is why she needs Mxy / his blood, too.

I have one important and incredibly relevant question here, tho... 

With the introduced imps and their names... Why’s dude named Jared of all things?!

Really, did I mishear that? If so, I’ll leave it as is and never edit, bc that would be hilarious in its own right 😋

...

Not sure what to make about Supergirl paraphrasing a Dirty Dancing quote.  "Nobody puts Mxy into a power crystal on my watch."  ...is he Baby now? (Seriously, though: Which of the writers thought that was a fitting quote to use in that particular context?)

...now, is the exposition section of the episode over yet?

Sensitive Brainy sensed something was up with Nia. He can relate... Nia doubting Kara would understand, too, is ridiculous. But I get it... insecurities and all. But, I mean, just 5 minutes later Kara announces she wants to save Nyxly despite her wrongdoings. And yet Nia still remains convinced, Kara wouldn’t forgive her own personal mini-me... After having witnessed Kara forgiving Lena for a whole season of the writers being stupid messing up to the nth degree. But I digress, Lena’s Lena.

...how old is Nia meant to be again? Just asking out of completely unrelated curiosity.

F*ck. They really went with NewFoundland...

Imma assume it was an executive choice after realizing they couldn’t find enough actors and actresses with a convincing Irish accent... maybe. Again, no offense to Newfoundland! Just... we got the insinuations of Ireland, not Newfoundland... And truthfully, when I think of magic, Ireland is an easy association. Whereas I only due to this whole debacle learned Newfoundland has Irish ancestry. So, okay, the show forced me to learn something new... I give ‘em that.

An easy journey, she said.

Lena's been off-screen for two whole episodes, Kara announcing at the beginning of ‘Dreamweaver’ [6x09] Lena being “back east” (at least insinuating Lena’s left the west-coast already), which span over at least one full day (feat. a scene at night), and ‘I still rise’ [6x10] at least another a whole day (the whole Nia’s mom back for a day deal). And, now, after at least 48 hours she barely just arrived.

Lemme check how long a regular plane would need to fly from California to NFL......... ... .. .. So... approx. 10 hours with at least one layover. 

Yeah, using a private jet made it easier, but apparently also much, much slower...

Or, Lena randomly went some other places / did some sight-seeing in NFL before she decided to finally visit her mother’s hometown...  [Either that or the timelines don’t match up and Lena’s scenes are flashbacks of sorts.]

Optimistic and relaxed Lena is a sight to behold. I rewound 3 times, just to enjoy it for as long as possible. We all knew it was going to be short-lived... 

Let’s check off a few more items...

OMG, Kara hiding behind Alex at the mere sight of the PZ-projector broke my heart!  😢

"Elisabeth Walsh" is the new 'the one you shall not name'. ...poor Lena. 😭

Oh, so Mxy wants to be Patrick Swayze instead of Baby... gotcha.

...is this going anywhere?

KITTY!!! Okay, this must be the best opponent in the history of CWSG. 

Despite the horrible CGI, SG using her heat-vision to project a laser-beam to distract the cat had me in (happy-) tears! 🤣

Gotta love the civilians of National City quickly returning to business as usual once the giant cat is gone. Even the police officers looked rather chill...

Nyxly did look fabulous this episode ^^ 

Andrea being Lena's rock is both great and annoying. I can't fault Andrea. It's just, that we still have to see an on-screen interaction between Lena and Kara and that bugs the heck out of me. I can’t help it. I’m sorry, Andrea.

Nia: "...is my fault." Kara: "Nu, is MY fault!" J'onn: "Stop fighting, kids!" Space-dad has spoken.

Mxy used an LuthorCorp copy machine... and of cos it's faulty. It's not an L-Corp product.

Kara forgiving Nia came as a surprise to her... Oooookay. I mean, the show has been writing Kara a bit inconsistently the past two seasons... so, yeah, maybe being unsure which of her traits apply this week was not such a far stretch...

Maybe it's the hair, but I wished, Florence was played by Alex Kingston.

So, not-Alex-Kingston shows Lena herself with a funny wig and tells her how her mother was still watching her...

If it wasn't for Katie's acting skills (I love her.) I would have already hit my head against the wall repeatedly. Something about these scenes had me constantly cringe and I made it through 5.5 seasons of this show already... Can’t quite put my finger on it, but it was highly distracting from the story that explained Lena’s mom was special even to another witch, where there was domestic abuse, and an accidental murder. Y’know, important stuff, deep-cutting stuff! 

At least, poor widddle Lena got some closure there. Elisabeth was a good cookie. And filled with magic. And Lena’s gotta have that ‘spark’, too... 

....so... Lena’s gonna stay in NFL for how much longer, to train becoming a witch?  Please, just hand her a how-to manual and send her back home, to figure it out on her own, please... (Yes, that would be horrible decision-making, but I need her back with the team!)

On to the finish line: 

So... Mxy IS Nyxly's brother? Wait, that doesn’t sound right... then Nyxly would have the same blood... Did I miss something? Can someone explain, please? Or is he her ex, and that’s where his rendition of “I will survive” makes sense?

Hnn... I can't help, but think Kara's speech for Nyxly was 85% based on her experiences with Lena in s05.

Awww... he said "stronger together"... Mxy... I hope, you'll be okay!

Lena believes in magic now. And I absolutely love how Lena wants to science magic XD

...but apparently magic isn’t science that hasn’t been explained yet, but parallel... powers? concepts? ether strings?

Nyxly has a loyal henchman now. Which was a bit heavy-handed. Took way too much of screen-time, so it better leads to something interesting.

And Kara is on a warpath now. Wooooot! Girl’s got enough.

...what else? 

Did I miss a third Patrick Swayze hint / quote / mention?  I learned, these things come in threes... Y’know, basic writing rules... 

I guess, for once the episode title was meant to be taken literally, Mxy popping up between characters, to try and help. (I need in-show footage, of Mxy sneaking up on ppl, without his powers, on all fours / crouched, just to get the desired effect.) I mean, I’ve never really watched Malcom, but wasn’t he like what Mxy usually is? A bit of a trouble-maker, prankster, chaos-ensuing wherever he goes? ...well, in that case, the episode title didn’t hold up, as Mxy’s scenes were not fun or really goofy. Yes, there was some superficial humor, but just to serve Mxy dealing with not being able to use his powers, which in turn was only barely scratched at (although it turned out to be his final character development crisis, appreciating not having powers and - in turn - facing consequences for once). Again, a whole lot going on in the episode, so a lot of that may have ended up on the cutting-room floor.

...where’s Kelly? Secretly adopting a kid, maybe?

...Kara’s still a reporter, right? I mean, whenever it serves the immediate plot, yes? ...Not even a throw-away line, that she has to pop up at CatCo for appearances sake? Since Andrea is already upset with her AND looking into her friends’ identities? At least, Kara should take a peek to make sure Andrea hasn’t uncovered anything yet... No?

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now. Kue out.

[okaywa]

Heyyy, so uhm I would LOOOVE an Oikawa enemies to lovers HC because I think that would be so funny and cute and I couldn’t find anything like that. ❤️❤️ Thank you for reading ❤️❤️

Aww I love the enemies to lover trope!! Hope you like :) 

Oikawa x reader, enemies to lovers 

-Okay I'm convinced that Oikawa starts off on the wrong foot with just about every person he meets 

-Like he’s got that smug act he likes to put on in public that Iwa even says isn't genuine and I think it rubs ppl the wrong way 

-So even before you became the team manager you didn't really like Oikawa just from what you’d seen of him around school 

-He always had a group of girls chasing him and his flippant attitude was aggravating even from afar 

-”Ugh, who does he think he is? Like we get it dude, you have nice hair and you can hit a volleyball but you're still in high school like the rest of us.” You complained after he and his little fanbase had shoved through the halls.

-ANywaysss your parents had been pestering you about getting more involved at school because it would look good on your college resume when you came across the volleyball flyer looking to recruit a manager 

-It seemed easy enough so even though you’d have to deal with Oikawa at least it would just be for club hours, right?

-Wrong 

-Getting hired as manager meant you had to deal with him 24/7 since he was captain and heavily invested in the club

-He made sure you had his number and he was CONSTANTLY texting you about the team and what you could do better so things ran more smoothly 

-Even though some of his suggestions were pretty good he was just so smug about it that it made you want to throw your phone at his face for being right 

-You still wanted to do your job, however,  and even though he was annoying he was much more experienced than you... it didn't make him any less irritating

-”See y/n-chan, I told you that switching up the schedule would be perfect.” 

-The biggest challenge of being manager was restraining your urges to chuck your clipboard at his head, luckily Iwa was always there to hit him upside the head 

-Now Oikawa didn't really hate you as much as he loved watching you slowly lose your cool 

-He found it hilarious that just one little snide comment from him would have you glaring at him the rest of practice 

-Maybe he found it a little annoying that after awhile you no longer needed his help with your duties and now was one of the best managers they'd had 

-The team absolutely loved you and you never reached out to him with questions anymore so now he had to go out of his way to interact with you 

-whether that be following you through the halls during school hours to talk aimlessly about your latest idea for the club with backhanded compliments 

-Orrr during practice always peaking over your shoulder to see what you were doing just to make passive comments like “oh, hmmm, that might work I guess” and “Oh, so you decided on that? Thats... brave” 

-He thought you had a pretty cute grumpy face- 

-wait, WHAT

-Oikawa would definitely catch feelings first and then struggle with trying to get you to see him as anything other than a smug little asshole 

-No matter what he did now, trying to be genuine and compliment you on your work you would always narrow your eyes at him and wait for the second shoe to drop 

-You didn't believe him until after the loss against Karasuno 

-Iwa had sent you off to track him down because the team was ready to leave 

-”He’s probably surrounded by his little fangirls getting treats and doted on for his loss, drag him back by his ear if you have to” 

-You went back into the building, annoyed that Oikawa was holding everyone up and you were only getting more annoyed because he was nowhere to be found 

-Until you happened to turn down one of the off limit halls that had all of the lights off to keep ppl from going down it 

-You heard some scuffling and was that a sniffle? Maybe a kid got lost from their parents

-So you went down the hall fully expecting a lost child and instead found Oikawa sitting on the floor with his face in his hands 

-”Oi-Oikawa?” 

-He nearly jumped out of his skin and wiped hastily at his face, trying to hide the evidence of his tears 

-”Oh, y/n-chan, is everyone ready to leave?” he asked in his usual airy tone, quickly grabbing his bag

-”Umm, yes.” was it even worth it to ask how he was? he would probably slide right back into that carefree persona of his...

-”Erm, Oikawa... are you okay?” 

-He froze, the question catching him off guard. Was he? No, he really wasn't and as you continued talking the hot lump in his throat grew harder and harder to ignore.

-”You played a really good game today, you all deserved to win.” 

-”thanks, Y/N. that means a lot to me,” he turned around with a watery smile, the first genuine one you had ever seen from him. 

-It took your breath away for a second, because for the first time you weren’t seeing the cocky captain that always had a snide remark ready to fire off 

-instead you saw the hard working setter who poured his entire heart and soul into this game, who was harder on himself than anyone around him, who felt he had let everyone down with this loss

-You swallowed, suddenly feeling incredibly awkward as he started to break down again despite his best efforts not to. 

-You knew you had to comfort him somehow so you reached out and grabbed his free hand that was clenched into a fist at his side and gently loosened his fingers. You set your handkerchief is his palm, closed his fingers around it, and gave his hand a pat 

-”the team can wait a few more minutes” 

-Now he was crying freely as he sat back down against the wall so you sat next to him and rubbed his back silently, letting him get it out now so he could act strong in front of his team 

-”thank you, y/n, for finding me,” he said, tilting his head back to rest against the wall, not looking at you

-”Well, Iwa thought you were probably stuck talking to those girls.” 

-He laughed weakly and used your handkerchief to dab at his eyes, “Well I’m glad you found me instead, I really don't feel like having a volleyball lobbed at my head.” 

-You laughed quietly, watching him take a deep, steadying breath before standing up and offering you a hand 

-”Iwa-chan is probably furious, we should head back.” He said, pulling you to your feet when you took his hand. 

-Has he always been this tall? You thought as you looked up at him, not letting go of his hand yet, suddenly aware that wow- he really was good-looking

-No wonder he always had those girls following him...

-“Tooru...” he blinked in surprise at the use of his first name, and both of you flushed when you realized how close you were. 

-You weren't sure who moved first but suddenly his lips were on yours and his large hands were holding your cheeks, even after he pulled away and looked down at you with a soft, incredibly gentle smile.

-“Thank you, y/n-chan, I-” 

-”SHITTYKAWAAAAAAAA!” Iwa’s yell echoed through the halls.

-”Oh no,” Oikawa blanched. “We really have to go.”

[bluecookies02]

Dom!Twice x Reader

summary: Jin and you bumped into each other khm, the attraction evident coming from both sides. Despite you being a hero you can't resist him and you end up together in a hotel room.

->While this wasn't a previously discussed dynamic, Twice is just being rough but its consensual nonetheless. Take care of your Doms/Partners on each occasion, even while having one night stands, someone might need you💕

⚠️warnings⚠️ : voyeurism (two people watching and jacking off /it's a dirty hotel room why r u surprised), degradation, spanking, facefuck, female eating out a male, threesome (with a clone), rough to gentle (twice is a sweetheart and needs to be loved), unprotected sex/creampie.

A/N: this was a paid 6k word commission however for a male!reader (during a blm protest) and much more filthy and taboo but taking from the messages and triggered ppl in my asks and on wattpad, some ppl aren't comfortable with extreme topics so i won't be posting the full story (fuck it i added Jin sucking a guy off... i had to) because the "hate" I get makes me rly insecure about some kinks. Also Jin sucks a guys dick here. Be warned. It's wholesome tho.Kinda.

edit:male version here-> http://www.archiveofourown.org/works/25896667?view_adult=true

Sry for the long intro, enjoy.

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You've been strolling down the streets in hopes of getting back home before the curfew, not having the strength or the luxury to get caught by the cops.

Moving through familiar streets, you found yourself wondering off to today's events, the protests thankfully not becoming too dangerous and hazardous, making your heart flush in small victory.

Your attention was snapped back to reality as you heard a familiar gagging sound, and a loud, angry groan followed after it. Your eyes darted to the source of the filthy sounds, gulping once you managed to make out two bodies in the dark. A blonde-haired man choking on a fat black cock as what's supposedly spurts of cum coated his throat. The semen slowly spilled down the blonde’s lips and the tall man above him pulled the blonde up by his hair. The black man dipped his finger into the blonde’s mouth and glided it on his tongue, smearing the sticky liquid before connecting their lips before disappearing around the block.

His hooded eyes turned to look at you, a satisfied smirk forming on his lips.

Gulping down the cum down his throat, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand before slowly walking to your frozen form.

He reached for your hand, smiling brightly before introducing himself to you.

"Name's Jin, It's really nice to meet you," he said, looking you up and down, tongue swiping along his bottom lip.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for interrupting" a chuckle left his lips as he shook your hand.

"Oh none of that, I should be thanking you, it tripled my fun..you here for the protests, right?" you nod, your hand falling back down.

"I am. You support them?"

"In my own way apparently, now let's go, we have 5 minutes, I know a hotel nearby" he rushed out, motioning for you to follow.

You stared in confusion before realization hit you, quickly checking the time before rushing off to catch up with him.

He fumbled with his wallet, going to the register and dumping a few crumbled bills on the counter.

The hotel was dirty and smelly, the furniture in the waiting hall dusty and probably washed a decade ago.

"You can wait here until we prepare the room, with this money, you leave at 6 am sharp." the guy behind the counter rang for the staff, sending them off to unlock the room and change the sheets( at least that will be clean )

Jin and you sat on the dusty couch, him already familiar and comfortable, spreading his legs and laying back.

He fumbled with his lighter and the pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

The crappy hotel was full of people rushing in and out of their rooms, borrowing/stealing stuff from one another, and when you took note of it, it looked more like a homeless shelter.

You wondered how many times did he stay in here, maybe even lived here.

"So...you don't like heroes huh?"

"Pft, I resent all people equally...though I make exceptions for those with a fat ass" he mumbled, straining his neck to look you up.

"And you pass the requirements" he laid back down, choking out the cigarette on the couch.

The maid came back shortly, giving you a key and directing you to a room on one of the top floors.

You pressed the elevator button, Jin following you suit as he stood close to you.

You turned your eyes to the numbers on the elevator suddenly interested in the worn-out digits on the metal buttons.

"You know, now that you're standing in this light, you look tasty all over..." his hot breath ghosted over your neck, his arm slipping down to clutch at your hip, pulling you against him.

"And you're so small I could eat you all up...push you down and pound into that fat pussy of yours."

his hand moved lower, grabbing a handful of your cheeks and kneading them in his palms.

You made no move to stop the man, the thought of the elevator opening as he was about to slip his hand in your pants made you swallow a lump in your throat, your cunt throbbing as you imagined the look on whoever was unlucky enough to stumble upon the two of you.

"You look so committed to your little acts of bravery, let's see how committed you are to sucking a cock" the elevator door opened, the floor you reached empty.

His hand tangled in your locks, pushing you out into the hall and forcing you to your knees.

His musky scent filled your nostrils as he pushed you against his clothed bulge, rubbing your face against a wet spot damping his sweats.

"I'm not gonna teach you how to do it, it's not gonna bite" he snarled, watching the way your hand reached up to pull at his sweatpants.

"That's a smart girl, go ahead" he hummed in approval, his hips jerking forward as you grabbed the front of his sweats, tugging the material along with his boxers.

His length hooked on his clothes, snapping up with a quiet "pop" sound as you finally had the opportunity to see it in all its glory.

From the way his cock bulged in his restraints a second ago, you were already drooling at the imagination of it, the situation you were in also adding to your excitement, thinking if some weird lowlife creep could be watching the two of you from the dark.

You gave a teasing pump, your fist tightening around his shaft as he bucked his hips into your hand.

This man was definitely packing, your thighs clenching at the thought of it plowing in and out of your throat.

He watched you carefully, adoring the way your eyes glistened in hunger. Reaching a hand to hold it around your own that was wrapped at the base of

his cock, he guided his member along your lips, his other hand still keeping your head in place.

His wet cock prodded at your lips, your willing mouth stretching around him as he slowly pushed in all the way, your nose mushing against his navel as he removed both hands from his shaft.

You gagged around him, the urge to cough burning in your chest before he pushed you off to the tip.

Spit piled up in your mouth, slicking up his arousal, making it easier to slip right back in. Your nails dug in his hips, holding onto him as he rocked shallow thrust into your constricting throat. You tried your best to loll your tongue out, gliding it against the ridges of his member making him hum in pleasure. You began bobbing your head on your own, timing it with his thrusts as you tried to hold your breath in for a bit longer.

He pulled you off his cock completely, letting you catch a quick puff of air before sinking back in, continuing his assault on your mouth.

You slurped around him, a mess dripping down your lips and onto the floor as your spit dripped over his balls.

"That's a good cocksleeve...you really want someone to catch us huh...if you don't I advise you to try and keep the slurping down" he warned, rocking into you with more speed.

You only got louder, purposefully gagging and moaning as he fucked your face.

His thrusts were now timed and fast, each time almost pulling out before slamming back in, giving you hardly a second to time your breaths.

He smirked, biting his lip as he watched you gasp for air each time he blessed you with an opportunity.

His pubes were messy and long, tickling your nose as you closed your eyes, trying to focus on not losing too much air, already imagining his heavy taste on your tongue.

Your jaw ached and your throat was starting to go numb, begging in your head for him to cum already.

You whimpered and whined as he squeezed your cheeks around his cock, the additional friction of his fingers dipping into your flesh and rubbing against his member making him throw his head back.

"That's it, that's a good little slut...come one swallow around my cock, I want to feel you clench around it"

You did as you were told, gulping down around him, drinking in his sour precum and strings of heavy saliva.

You spread your knees, sinking lower, your aching pussy rubbing against the dirty hotel carpet, still fully covered by your pants.

"Oh, you get off on this too much you filthy shit...who knows who stepped foot on that disgusting rug..."

he all but whispered, finally stilling your head flush into his pubes, the veins on his cock twitching before warm liquid slid into the back of your throat, making you gush and cough around his length, him not pulling out until his cock stopped throbbing, only pushing deeper against you as you struggled to stay still.

Finally, he realizes his grip from your locks, letting you detach from his cock with a disgusting mix of a gag and groan. He cupped your chin with his palm, collecting anything that escaped your mouth and pushing in right back in, watching it dance on your tongue as he kept your mouth open.

"Really...I give you my cum and you have the guts to spit it out...what a shame." he roared, collecting some spit in his mouth before adding it to the mix in your own.

"Swallow." And you did, your sore throat hurting from the large gulp you took in.

"I'm gonna fuck you real good...you seem to like that carpet a lot..." he hooked his arms around you, spinning you and then throwing you face-first into the floor.

Your pants and panties are pulled down to your knees, your legs tied together as you brace yourself on your elbows.

"What, Jin? Is my pussy that-" you're tumbling forwards on your cheeks, the rug burning your chin as Twice slaps your ass.

"I don't like it when you talk, toys don't talk" with that he spat at your hole, prodding two of his fingers making your scream in pain, feeling like losing consciousness before coming back to your senses once you feel a weight on your face.

Jin's foot is pressing you down on the floor, his dirty boot mushing your face as he fingers you.

What you don't see is the two dudes on the far end of the hall watching the way your squirm for his cock.

Jin takes note of them, sending them a threatening but a teasing look, purposefully pushing his knuckles deep in your cunt. Your groan out, rutting your hips in his hold as you beg for him to give you more, finally used to the sudden stretch.

"Oh they sure are jealous of me don't ya think?" you struggled to snap your head back and see who he's talking about, the heel of his shoes pushing even harder against your skull. You grind your ass back, giving it a meaningful wiggle to show off to whoever he's talking about.

"C'mon Jin, don't let them wait, they'll think you don't know how to actually fuck" your cunt is filled with one well snap of his hips, not letting you comprehend how fast his fingers left your body or how fast was his hand now wrapped around your neck, both of his knees now settled between your thighs, pushing them further apart so your back arches down, your pants thrown off of your ankles somewhere around the hall.

You hiss at the roughness of his thrusts as you feel a hand covering your mouth.

"As much as I want to hear you scream and beg, you have too much of a bratty mouth to be left alone".  One of his fingers dipped between your lips, letting you bite down on it as he pounded into you, his face never leaving the two intruders as he watched them rub their cocks over their pants.

They don't have the guts. They could never make you feel so good and wanted. They wouldn't know what to do if a delicious pussy like yours hit them in the face.

Both of his hands are on your head as he plows in and out of you, his hips slapping against your thighs, making perfect leverage to bounce against you.

You're trying your best to keep up, your arm reaching beneath youto flick at your clit.

Jin's kinda lost in the way your hips bounce, losing himself in the rhythm as you hear him mumbling incoherent words into his chin.

You don't have the time to pay attention to it, too lost in the way your pussy is being stretched and used.

You heard a snicker from the far end of the hall, a line of disgusting remarks as they whispered about recognizing Jin from the news, apparently "recognizing his disgusting stitched up forehead" comparing him to Frankenstein and other monstrous creatures.

You knew they were just boiling with jealousy, unable to get any as they were left to only masturbate as the two of you literally couldn't wait to enter your room that was only a few meters away.

"Oh I'm fucking you so good, you look really pretty with my cock in your cunt" "I'm so fucking disgusting, they should lock me up and leave me to rot"

He's not looking at those creeps anymore, his mind struggling as his hold on you loosens.

His thrusts are slowing down, your knees trembling as you have to come back down from the intense pace from seconds ago.

You pick yourself up, looking at Jin as he hides his head into his hand.

This must've been what he thought about when he talked about people not helping him fight his fights, judging and mocking even in these absurd situations, not even letting the man fuck in peace.

You reached for his hand, him flinching on instinct when your fingers tangle with his.

His eyes hold panic in them, aimlessly looking around as he bites his lip in order to stop words coming from his mouth.

While you loved being manhandled, what you loved even more is making people feel safe, so you wasted no time in picking up the keys and your clothes, sending a wink at those jerks as you pulled Jim into the room.

"My face, cover my face...it's gonna-" you closed the door behind you, sitting Jin onto the bed as you tried to see what's going on with him.

You sat yourself on his lower belly, leaning down to cup his face in your hands, leaning your forehead against his.

"Sorry handsome, but if anyone stormed in and saw me putting a pillowcase over your face, I don't think they would hold back on calling the cops..."

His eyes struggled to stay closed, his breaths deep and pained. You didn't know this man for long, but there was something really fucked up going on with his head. Your lips caught his, pushing your tongue in his mouth as you wrapped your legs around his back.

"That's good, you're a really tough guy c'mon...open your eyes for me." He did, his pupils trying to adjust to the pitch-black room.

"I know I might be butt ass naked and you literally have your cock out, but I'm willing to listen "

And you do...listening to him remble out all of the self-hatred he feels, degrading himself as he struggles to make sense of the biased sentences pouring out of his mouth.

"I'm only good for a quick fuck, that's the only thing I can somewhat do right" while indeed you really looked forward to getting your guts rearranged, you found yourself involved in this man, deciding to be the first person to show him kindness and passion.

You made him lay on his back, seating yourself between his legs as he covered his face with a pillow, his ramblings never coming to a stop.

"Hey...You're not gonna split, see... I'm right here" you said reaching your arms to place on each side of his hips.

"Have you ever tried doing something that feels good for you...apart from literally fucking my throat...but you know...letting someone treat you?” you asked, kissing along his chest as you awaited his response.

He shook his head no, head poking over the pillow, his mind focusing on your moves.

You nodded, leaving light kisses along his salty skin.

"The reason those assholes kept talking must've been because they were jealous of your ass, I'm sure of it" you stated matter of factly before dipping your head to kiss at his thighs.

"I don't think that's-" "Fuck yeah, I'd eat it myself if I had the chance" you chuckled at his response, wrapping your hand around his length as you dipped your tongue down his balls.

"Yeah...I'll have to agree with the second one...everyone would, if given the chance, how convenient" your wet tongue prodded at his hole, dipping in only slightly before coming back up to his cock, licking up a heavy strip along his veins as you heard him swallow.

You slammed your face back into his ass, moving your hands from spreading his cheeks further apart to grabbing his hips as you pulled yourself into him. Sticking your tongue out you began licking up and down his hole as you continued to grind your face against his backside, reveling in the smell and taste of it.

"Yeah, lick that ass you whore, you take it so well..." his hand covered his mouth in surprise, eyes wide as you looked up.

You were breathing in deep, licking hungrily, everywhere, every inch of his exposed puckered skin, your hand now giving lazy strokes to his cock.

You close your eyes, enjoying the rhythm his body swayed in against you, all but riding your face as he struggled not to speak.

You continue applying pressure with your tongue, getting deeper, centimeter by centimeter. As you are applying pressure with your tongue you press your lips around his ass and make open-mouthed kissing motions, effectively massaging the area around his hole with your full lips.

The pleasure he felt made him feel all that more guilty, eyes squinting as he tried to think.

Maybe he could do it, he's just gonna make one... He won't get lost...he knows who he is...you know who the real Jin is, you have to know.

You feel a light push at your hole, struggling to look back as Jin's hand keeps you squashed against his hairy hole.

"Clones, I make clones" he tries to explain in a hurry, his head buzzing up again once you hum against his crack.

"Ooh that's a pretty little hole, you sure that's for me boss?" a voice quite similar to Jin's sound from being you, rubbing the tip of his flush cock against you.

As Jin doesn't respond, your balance is interrupted, your face suffocating between his thighs.

"Oh she's so tight boss, you sure you don't want some of this?" the clone asks mockingly, his hips snapping forwards with great force, each thrust feeling like a completely new one as he pulls all the way out, making irregular pauses to keep you guessing about when will you get his cock again.

You try to snicker a bratty remark but you don't manage to detach from Jin as the clone begins to shove his heavy cock in and out of you.

"Disgusting little cunt do you have here...it's making a mess of my pretty cock...how filthy" he scolds, his palm meeting with your flesh, stinging sensation burning up through your body.

One of your fingers slips pass your tongue, making Jin's soft walls twitch as you pump the digit slowly.

"Damn boss, you let her play you like that?" the clone mocks, grinding your ass against his dick.

Jin doesn't respond as you push more fingers in, stretching him open as you bounce against the clones cock, your clit pink and puffy since you still didn't get to cum.

Jin's close, his breath hitching in his throat as you abuse the soft patch of flesh in his ass, your tongue still silking up the fingers plowing into him.

Your hand speeds up on his cock, small pumps focusing on his tip as you urge for him to release.

His clone is now still inside you as he looks at Jin, smirking once he sees him spurting ropes of cum into your hand, white liquid pooling in your fist as you continue to stroke him, your fingers pressed snuggly in his hole.

Jin takes a moment to catch his breath, his copy waiting for his orders as he takes your hands away from him.

He finds his place beside you, reaching his hand to flick at your clit.

The clone sets a brutal pace, Jin's palm securing against your clit as you rut into it.

"Yeah, make me cum, make me cream all over, c'mon" you spur them on, fisting the sheets as the bed creeks from the three of you.

Jin watches in aww as you lose yourself on the clone's cock, violently meeting the thrusts and chasing Jin's fingers.

"Good slut, you're gonna cum when I fill up your ass c'mon"

The clone goes feral, his hands kneading and digging into your fat, groaning and praising the way your ass sucks him up, his thrusts sloppy and uneven as he chases his release.

Just as the first wave of warm liquid fills your pussy up, you're clenching down on his cock, Jin's hand flicking in a hurry as he stares at your blessed out face. Your hips are jerking and trashing as the final throb of your cunt ruins the sheets, the clones cock slipping out to stare at your contracting hole, the soft flesh spasming around nothing.

Jin eventually lays down, pulling your body next to his as the clone leaves, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

"I...thanks" he whispers in your hair, reaching for the covers as he drapes them over both of you.

He'll be seeing you again.

i remember telling someone i won't be doing twice soon but...commission is a commission and the idea also caught my attention

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Ko-fi link is in my bio💕

[msookyspooky]

*Spoilers for Chapter 10 ahead.*

Just wanted to say Sequels Suck is a MASTERPIECE. I love how this story started as a slow burn since it allowed us to bond with the other characters and show Y/ns and Randy's rocky friendship. Slow burns are great for building characterization and slowly building the tension until the climax.

Imma be honest lmao I've been wary asf of Derek since the get go even before we as a character were sus of him in the story lol I think you said in an ask there COULD be a third ghostface and if he were to be it I'd LOSE MY SHIT. This isn't canon, so anything is possible and I'm scared 😭 I actually think realistically IF there is a third that'd it'd be Mickey since Derek literally rushed into the house to beat Billy's ass even tho he LITERALLY COULD HAVE DIED. Gotta give him credit, the man's got balls lmaooo an ingenuine person wouldn't have went that far for us.

Stu in chapter 10 didn't really have me sad, he just pissed me off with that mocking ass attitude 🙄 likeee he's acting like our betrayal didn't hurt us too. Didn't wanna hear a word we said and literally told us we might as well be dead. Ngl that hurt 😥 he's become so cruel to us and when we started crying in front of him I was like noooo bitch, he don't deserve your tears 🤐 not after what he did to you. The son of a bitch is even pretending his name is James 🤢 GOT US THROWING UP IN A BUSH.

I can't imagine them forgiving us ever lmao I find it sooo hard to believe this is gonna result in anything good for us bc the situation is THAT BAD. Stu refuses to ever protect us again and altho he's definitely more forgiving, it's obvious all bets are off. If Randy dies there's nooo doubt we will never forgive them bc Randy is our best friend and we care so much about him. It'll destroy us and Dewey dying will do the same thing. Move on, sure, but forgiving them? That's different. We better drag their asses in the future bc fuck them 😭 acting like we didn't save Billy's ungrateful ass and as if THEY DIDN'T LIE TO US TOO.

Now I just wanna pretend I moved on with our boys Randy and Derek just to make them jelly lmao taunt the fuck outta Billy for not catching us in platform sandals. IM READY TO DRAG THEM. We kinda dragged them lowkey in ch 10 BUT I WANT MORE 😤 Stu must have figured we'd survive the attack cause he litterally told us if we drop out someone's dying early and we can't drop out of college if we're dead. Must have figured if we survived that we'd run for the hills. Either way, I'm scared for everyone and I'm not ready to see us crumble 🙃😭

I SCREAMED AT THIS OMFGGFGJJSC I LOVE THOROUGH REVIEWS LIKE THIS AND SEEING YOU EXCITED FOR THE SERIES HAS ME FREAKIN EXCITED TO WRITE IT!!!!! 😭😭😭🖤🖤🖤🖤

Yep, Stu is a self absorbed 'You hurt me and that's the only issue bc what about me???' (hot) jackass and Billy is a self righteous 'my way is the only way' (sexy) dickwad. It's their piss poor luck I write YN to be as realistic as I can and that means eventually dragging them across the mud like most of us would.

I was THIS close to writing this exactly like YN taking Sid's place and being there for two years but I thought 'No, that's why Scream 2 didn't feel nearly as authentic as Scream 1 bc we jumped straight into killings when at least Scream 1 had the fountain, Sid at Tatum's, the grocery store, the party that lasted a decent amount of time BEFORE the killings etc to show their friendships and interactions with each other. I was scared I was making YN unrealistic with being close to ppl she's just met but after two years of isolation; I think most of us would be hopeful with starting friendships again especially at college.

Yeeeaaaahhhhhh....The deaths are gonna suck. Big time. I can't say how but this is gonna work out in a really fucked up way by the end. 🥲💔 Especially since I'm taking this all the way to Scream 4 and maybe Scream 5 (Unless it turns out Stu is the killer in Scream 5 or something then either I'll end it at 4 or go completely AU for 5 bc what the hell can I do with that without YN being killed or killing Stu? 😭.)

My lips are sealed but this is a roller coaster and I don't even know who dies yet; just the ending 🥴🥴🥴