#my brain exploded and told me to do this don't blame me

[satowooo]

kiss it better

Suguru always hated it when you break up with him when you're having a mental breakdown. So what's he gonna do to make his baby feel better?

contents. slight academic rivals to lovers (barely mentioned), suguru x reader, eventual smut, fluff, cowgirl, bottom suguru, slapping, rough sex, pet names, degration, not proofread.

Do what you gotta do, keep me up all night.

your relationship with suguru became on and off ever since you two started dating. he could vaguely remember why, but he knows one thing.

your relationship with him started off as enemies. he remembers how you were always so angry at him, your bratiness showing every time he was a step further than you in academics.

being a straight A student is something that he likes to brag about, knowing that you're right there to keep him on his toes because you're just as smart as him. he knows how you tire yourself to study every night and day, sleeping and almost living in the library whenever an exam week is coming, never going out of your room and not eating until you understood and memorized all your notes, and how you'd never talk to him the whole time you're busy studying. and what does he hates the most? you breaking up with him for it.

you're a top student, but you're always in second place because he beats you to it. it never fails to make you upset, but you don't really blame suguru for being good at what he does. rather, you blame yourself for not studying enough as if your brain is already not about to explode for every information that you try to force into your brain.

and suguru hates it enough that you have to break up with him just for you to torture yourself in the confines of your room with all the papers and academic works controlling over your body and mind. he hates it everytime because he knows how hard you are being to yourself.

“baby, i’m coming inside, okay?” suguru called outside your door after knocking several times. he didn't wait for another answer as he twists the knob, pushing the door open.

“suguru, no-”

he heard your sniffles. and his heart ache at the sight before him.

you were sitting at your study desk. papers scattered around in a mess, some of it drenched in your tears. your eyes reddened, and you looked at him in frustration as you stood up.

“i told you to leave me alone, suguru.” you said, wiping your tear stained cheek.

he looks over at your bed, to the crumpled sheets, feathers flying around from your pillow, knowing that you probably had been punching it in your frustration. he sighs and walks over to you, immediately cupping your cheeks to look you in the eyes.

“you think breaking up with me would solve the problem?” he whispers softly, kissing your eyes, your tears.

you looked away, tilting your head to the side so as to not look at him. “it's for the better. you're only distracting me from my studies.”

he closed his eyes tightly, before holding your jaw so you could face him properly. your hands clutched his shirt at the proximity between you. “i’m distracting you?” your words sting, his heart clenching at the way you're trying so hard to push him away. but he wouldn't have all that. “come on. i know you're mad. punish me then.”

“suguru-”

“i always tell you that i’m here to help. but you're too hard headed to ask for it.” his tone was firm, his eyes turning dark at the way you tried to get away from his grasp. he lets out an exasperated breath before loosening his grip from you. “don't hurt yourself, baby. hurt me instead.”

“suguru, you don't understand. i am angry, fine, i admit.” the grip you had on his shirt tightened, a shaky breath escaping from your lip as tears started to form on your eyes again. “i don’t want to take it out on you when i’m clearly a mess, suguru. you don't get it because you're always too good and i’m not enough. i can't be enough for you if i’m like this-”

once again, suguru cut you off. your words flying off his ear as he interrupted you with a fierce kiss. his tongue darting out for entrance and you didn't push him away. your words muffled from the way he pressed his lips, making you shut up and revel onto your desires as your lips parted, your tongue delving out to taste him.

all your worries easily slipped away. his thumb swiftly wiping the tear that escaped your eyes while not breaking the kiss. he pulled away for a moment before capturing it once again, this time gentler than the first.

to suguru, it was always the same words no matter how much he reassured you. so what's he going to do? make you feel like the queen you deserved to be.

“come on, princess. just like that.” he grunted, his hand gripping on your hips as he slammed you down on his cock. “come on, tell me how mad you are right now. let me hear you.”

“f-fuck you, suguru…” you gasps, your hips rocking back and forth deliciously on his shaft. your teeth were clenched in frustration, your anger still brewing inside your heart by the way he had you easily straddling him.

“that's it, baby. let it out, let it all out on me.” he coos, gently running his fingers on your spine. the action sent shivers all over your body, your thrust rapidly increasing by each second. “you're so mad, aren't you? you don't like it when i'm doing good?”

"s-stop... ahh..." you huffed, face flushed as your pussy clenched around him. your hips were beginning to ache for how harsh you were slamming against his lap. and he had that annoying look on his face that got you riled up.

you know exactly what he's trying to do. suguru wants a reaction. for you to let it out on him. to be mad at him instead of being mad at yourself.

he gripped your ass firmly, a knowing smirk etched on his lip. “do i make you cry, princess? because i’m better? in studies… and even in fucking you?”

that definitely strikes a nerve right there. your pace increasing, your nails digging on his shoulder from how hard you're holding onto him. “shut up… sh-shut up…”

“that all you got?” he said darkly, sweat forming in his forehead. he gave your ass a firm squeeze before landing a smack, making you jolt in pleasure. “you're so fucking pathetic, princess. you're really crying over that? you look so fucking dumb with my cock inside-”

a harsh slap on his cheek echoed all over the room. your breathing coming in short gasps, while suguru was smiling. he was fucking smiling.

the slap reddened his cheek but it didn't even look like it hurt him. he huffed and squeezed your hip. suguru was drowned in pure bliss as he groaned, your hips thrusting so harshly, squeezing his cock like there's no tomorrow.

“fuck, baby…” he growled, the sting of your slap erotic and pleasurable that it got him ramming his hip upward. you could see the veins on his neck popping out, his eyes darkening as his fingers found your breasts. “fuck y-yeah… do that again, hm? show me how much you fucking hate me…”

you moaned, your back arching and body pressing against his chest. his lips latched on your nipple, while his other hand found your clit. he rubbed circles against it, making you cry and scratch your nails on his chest.

“you’re so worked up for all your studies, and for what?” he sneered, chuckling darkly at you. you bit your lip as another slap went across his cheek, feeling all the anger forcing its way to give him what he wants. you knew damn well that suguru was enjoying on riling you up, coaxing you to take it out on him by saying those words that he knew would gain the right reaction that he needs.

“fuck you, sugu… f-fuck you…”

“doing so well for me, baby.” he leaned forward to capture your lips, his lips grazing your earlobe. “you can do more than that, don't you?”

your thrusts became more erratic as his voice rang over your ears. you grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging it down so he could look at you. your face was a mix of both anger and pleasure, a sight that made suguru feel more aroused. he groaned as your hand flew over on his cheek again, his eyes glistening with lust.

“ohh, f-fuck!” the thumb on your clit increased its pace, as slaps after slaps on his face kept coming, eager to erase that stupid grin on his lips.

suguru grunted, his moans getting louder each second that it syncs with your sounds. your hand traveled up his throat, pressing on gently enough to restrict his breathing.

he let out a strangled laugh causing you to land another slap on his face. he can't believe that he felt so fucked out, enjoying the pleasure and roughness that you were giving him. the angered look on your face made his cock twitch inside you.

your hips thrusts up and down. up and down. unrelenting. it became frantic as his cock hit your right spots, driving you wild in ecstasy.

he could feel your pussy clenching around his cock, your thrusts became more urgent, your gripped on his neck beginning to tighten. his eyes were tied shut, suguru’s chest heaving as your wetness engulfed his cock.

“i’m cumming, baby. f-fuck, you gon’ cum, princess? you're doing so good- f-fucking hell…”

he hears your whines. his name rolling out of your tongue in desperation to reach your high. he bucked his hips, thrusting forward to meet yours, pistoning in and out furiously as the pleasure built up.

“suguru! ahh! hhk-” your hips shattered, your body convulsing with your orgasm reaching its peak. suguru let out a growl in pleasure, his hands squeezing your ass firmly. his own orgasm quickly approached, hot semen spurting right inside your sweet hole.

he breathes heavily, thrusting his cum right inside you slowly, making sure that nothing would come to waste. your hands released his neck, seeing how it turned red by the way you gripped so harshly. even his face was all flushed from all the slapping you did, with a small bruise forming on his temple, but suguru had a grin on his face.

his hair disheveled, chest heaving as you both catch your breaths. “still mad, baby?”

you shake your head, looking at him apologetically. “not anymore. i’m sorry, did i hit you too hard?”

suguru chuckled, his eyes half-lidded from the pleasure you just gave him. he took your hand in his, kissing your palm softly. “i fucking loved it, baby.”

he looks at you lovingly. suguru has already memorized you like the back of his hands, from your body to your heart and beneath your soul. and he'll do anything to make you feel better, to make you feel loved and cared for. he adores you so much that he wouldn't allow letting your insecurities pull you down.

suguru holds your hips, rocking yourself gently on his cock. your eyes rolling back, a soft moan escaping from your lips. he smiled, resting his head on the crook of your neck. “you're enough, baby. always remember that, okay?” he looked up at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. you basked into the aftermath of your lovemaking, your head falling on his chest as you nodded at his words. “don't ever doubt your abilities. failure is inevitable, it's a part of ourselves that symbolizes the efforts we do for trying.” suguru whispers, gently placing kisses all over your face. “and i love you for all your flaws and failures. don't ever think that you're not enough for me.”

🙂‍↕️ i genuinely want to make an academic rivals to lovers fic/series with suguru

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

not sure if you’re taking requests !! but if you are, on my knees 🧎🏻‍♀️and here to kindly request a drunk no doubt! Jake who is a PEAK LOVEY DOVEY DRUNK when he gets home (or refuses to leave unless yn is picking his ass up lol) 🫶🏼

HIII ugh one of my og jakeyn lovers i appreciate u so so so much & all ur comments & love ALWAYS <3333 and YES OH MY GOD i can totally imagine it rn DRUNK JAKE WOULD BE SO CLINGY AND SO CHEESY AND LOVEY DOVEY IM GONNA BE SICK. also this one ended up being longer than my usual requested drabbles WHOOPS SORRY I JUST LOVE SIMP JAKE UGH 😫

──── MY ANGEL, MY UBER, MY EVERYTHING.🍸🍋🌿 ↳ requested // part of the no doubt series !

You hear it first before your eyes even open.

A loud buzz, obnoxiously close to your head. You groan, your arm flailing out from under the comforter to mute your phone off and go back to sleep.

And not even three seconds later—

Buzz. Buzz.

You groan into your pillow.

One eye cracks open just enough to glance at the screen:

jungwon👯

Yeah.

This can't be good.

You answer with a sleepy grumble, "What."

"Heyyyy Y/N," Jungwon says, way too chipper and lively for your liking at this hour. "Sooo...you might wanna come pick up your boyfriend."

You blink slowly, brain still foggy with sleep.

"Huh."

"Jake's, um. Very drunk. And refusing to leave unless it's with you."

You stare at the ceiling above, deadpan, "You're joking."

"I wish," Jungwon sighs, sounding both amused and exasperated at the same time. "We tried everythin—"

A crash. A muffled ow. Some rustling. Then—

"WAIT—ARE YOU TALKING TO Y/N?"

Jungwon groans. "Jake—no, don't—hey, Jake, that's my—dude, give me my ph—JAKE—"

"BABY."

Jake's voice explodes through the speaker.

"BABY I NEED YOU. PLEASE."

You blink at your phone, now fully awake. And fully amused.

"Jake—"

"They're trying to make me go home to the dorm," he slurs dramatically. "Like—to my own room. Alone. WITHOUT YOU."

"Jake, you live with me," you giggle, already climbing out of bed and reaching for your hoodie. "You'll be fine."

"NO. I won't. I wanna be in our bed. With my girl. Smelling like your vanilla shampoo and on your comfy silk sheets. Please. It's a basic human right."

You're full-on giggling now, navigating through your dark room for your keys, because—

Unfortunately, you're in love with him and will do anything for this poor guy.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Just hang tight and give Jungwon his phone back okay?"

Twenty minutes later, you're outside the bar Jungwon texted you the address to.

And then you see him.

Slumped against the wall, tie crooked, shirt loosened, hair falling over his forehead. His eyes are glassy and pink-tinted, cheeks flushed, ears red.

Sunghoon stands next to him, one arm outstretched to keep Jake upright, while Jay's trying to press a water bottle into his lips.

Then—

Jake looks up.

"BABY!!!"

He launches off the wall. Slightly pushes Sunghoon and Jay off. Trips over his own feet. Nearly collapses straight into you.

"Oh my god, Jake," you're giggling, catching him as he immediately melts into you, burying his face into your shoulder.

He smells like beer and cologne and Jake—his entire body warm and heavy as he wraps himself around you.

"You're here," he mumbles into your hoodie, relieved. "I told them. I told them you'd be here. Said my girl's gonna come for me. She always comes for me."

You glance over his shoulder. Sunghoon looks three seconds away from joining Heeseung, slumped on the sidewalk. Jay's already walking away.

"What happened to this being a wholesome group dinner outing?" you ask dryly, lifting a brow as you still try to stay balanced under Jake's full body weight wrapped around you.

"Don't blame me," Jungwon shrugs, wide-eyed. "Not my fault your boyfriend's a lightweight."

And you can't even argue with that.

Given your current position.

You're convinced Jake fell asleep like this. Standing up. Hugging you.

"Okay, okay. Let's get you home," you say, amused as you wave bye to the rest of the guys and steer your mess of a boyfriend towards your car.

The drive back isn't any better.

Jake refuses to let go to you.

One hand wrapped around your arm. The other holding your hand that isn't on the wheel. Body stretched over the console. Head on your shoulder, a sleepy smile playing at his lips as the smell of alcohol still lingers on him.

"You're so pretty," he murmurs, nose brushing your neck. "Like, so pretty. That's why I call you my pretty. You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen. I'm gonna marry you."

You keep your eyes on the road, but you laugh softly, trying to keep up with his mumbled words, "You say that every time you're drunk, Jakey."

"And I mean it ever time I'm drunk," he pulls back just enough to look at you with a serious look, but it's more like a pout. "And sober. Drunk me. Sober me. Future me. Past me. I love you. Love you so much. You're my angel. My Uber. My everything. My—my forever girl."

You burst out in giggles, "Your Uber?"

"Yeah," he nods, grinning at your reaction. "You picked me up. Best Uber ever. And your car always smells good. Like peaches. Five stars. Infinite stars."

By the time you drag him into the apartment and finally in bed, he's still clinging onto you, professing his love endlessly between hiccups and yawns.

"Pretty," he whispers, his nose nuzzling into your hair, breath warm against your skin. "M'gonna marry you. You know that right? You know I love you? So perfect. My girl."

And you're a goner. Completely wrecked.

"I know, Jakey," you smile, stroking his hair as his breathing slows. "I know."

And you do.

Because drunk or not—Sim Jaeyun is the realest thing you've ever known.

And he means every word.

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[reiderwriter]

😝 brain rot from my character ai scenario… the team goes out to a bar to celebrate and you wear a tiny little dress (just to rile him up obvi) but you also end up attracting a lot of male attentionand he gets SO jealous and protective of you he’s like sitting off to the side just watching you flirt with everyone and the team is like “he looks like hes gonna explode wtf” and then the SMUT HES ALL “they can’t have you, you’re all mine” “you really like all the attention huh? i’ll give you what you wanted” OMG it’s making me crazy i hope i described it good enough 🥰🥰

A/N: Is it really a reiderwriter smut if I don't have to clarify that 'I got carried away' at some point in the authors note? No, it is not. Thank you for the request. My brain is now equally rotted, oops.

Warnings: complaints, dirty talk, semi public sexual activity, partial voyeurism, fingering, hard/rough sex.

You weren't even dating.

Which made the situation even more frustrating for Spencer, and even more exciting for you. 

You'd always flirted with the man a lot, had been told multiple times to knock it off even after getting a little too close for comfort on a case. 

But you couldn't really blame yourself on that one. You'd had to do a quick takedown at a dive bar, and you'd been tasked with pretending to be a touchy couple at the bar to block the back entrance at the staff entrance. 

You'd draped yourself all over him, allowing yourself to get closer than you'd ever been before. 

If you'd just happened to let your hands fall down to his crotch, it was pure coincidence. So was giving his obviously erect length a few strokes through his jeans as he sat staring at you like you were his last meal and he was back in prison. 

Emily had to pull you aside after that one personally. 

You knew she was protective of Spencer, seeing him as a little brother, but it seemed like she was more protective of you at that moment. 

“Are you sure you know what you're doing?” She'd asked, waiting carefully for your answer before she said anything more. 

Two could play at that game. “What is this concerning?” 

“With Spencer.” 

“I'm not sure what you mean, Emily.”

“Yes, you do. Listen, I don't care what you get up to in your personal life, but Spencer has a way of making others feel very… seen. He can get protective and pushy. And I just want to know you're ready for that, and you're not going to let it affect your work.”

“Is Spencer having the same talk?” 

She laughed at that. 

“Spencer? No. I already know it's going to affect his work, because it has since you joined our team. He still gets his job done, but I know where his priorities would lie if there were an emergency.” 

You'd shivered at that and excused yourself. 

If he was that obsessed with you, why had he not told you? Stepped over that line from friends to more than that?

You needed to force the issue, and you had the perfect opportunity when Penelope invited you out for drinks. 

“Y/N! Don't go, it's Friday night, we-” she said gesturing wildly to the team gathered around you, “are going to a bar. No, you can't rain check either.” 

“Can I at least get changed first?” 

“You need to get changed. We're going to a nice bar, Y/N.” Running off again to grab the rest of your team members and force their attendance, you grinned after Penelope. 

It was time to see exactly how focused on you Spencer Reid was.

And how willing he was to let you slip through his fingers.

An hour later, you were stepping out of your taxi, pulling your skirt down as you did. The short black dress had a terrible habit of pulling up your thighs to flash your underwear at anyone in a 10 foot radius. Usually, that bothered you, but tonight, you planned on using it to your advantage. 

After all, you'd left out the underwear tonight for a reason. 

Pulling your jacket around you tighter, you pushed the door to the bar open and scanned the room for your team members. 

“Y/N, over here!” Tara called you over, nursing a beer. Luke sat next to her, Penelope on his other side, and Matt on hers and completing the group was Spencer Reid. 

“Where are JJ and Emily?” You asked, doing your very best to ignore Spencer as you sat down next to him, practically falling into his warmth. You sat so close to him. 

“At the bar. Emily is convinced she can flirt her way to a free drink, and JJ is convinced she cannot. The girl she's working on now has to be 22 at most, so it could honestly go either way.” Penelope answered, and you felt Spencer shift slightly beside you. 

“Speak of the devil,” Luke said as the two women approached. 

“Well? What's the result?” You grinned up at them, letting your head fall back against Spencer’s shoulder as you gently rested your hand on his thigh. He sat silently for a minute, not moving and just taking in the conversation. 

“I've still got it.” Emily grinned triumphantly. 

“Maybe I should give it a try. There are a few hot male bartenders tonight. Who knows, I might score more than just a drink.” 

Spencer choked on the drink he was sipping as you spoke quickly, a few knowing looks passing between every other person at the table. You'd have to be blind to miss it. Or Spencer. 

“Spencer, are you okay? You should be careful, I wouldn't want you to choke. That's how I want to end my night, but it's not for everyone.” That one earned you a few snickers from the others and a glare from the man himself. 

“I'm fine, thank you, Y/N.” He smiled down at you and gave your knee a friendly tap that turned slightly less friendly as he pushed it further up your leg. 

The others had since averted their attentions, moving their conversation onto other things, but you and Spencer were still stuck in each other's orbits. 

Your heart beat faster until you were sure it could be seen, raw and fit to burst out of your chest. His fingertips brushed your hem. He was seconds away from realising that you were going to get the attention you wanted that night. 

Slipping just an inch up the hem, he twitched almost imperceptibly as he searched for your panty line, brows knitting when he couldn't find it. 

“What's wrong, Spencer? Searching for something that isn't there?” You enjoyed watching his frown deepen as he registered your words, but you enjoyed it even more when you gently pushed his hand away as you stood. 

“Well, I need a drink. Let's hope I can recreate your success, Emily.” You said, finally pushing off your jacket. The dress may have been short, but it was also low cut, burning the candle at both ends as your breasts threatened to spill over with any particularly deep breath. 

“Sweet lord in heaven! You didn't come to play tonight.” Penelope exclaimed, practically applauding your body as you twirled for her and showed off the form fitting dress, giggling all the way. 

“You said it was a nice bar, Penelope. I'm hoping there are also some very nice men here, too.” With a wink, you turned on your heel and strode to the bar, making sure your hips swung seductively with every step. 

You couldn't immediately give in and turn to see if he was watching you when you got to the bar, though, not willing to give him the satisfaction. You were doing it all for him, but you still didn't want him to know that.

It didn't take long for men to swarm you. They came one at a time, and you entertained them each as you waited for your unnecessarily complex cocktail order to be prepared. 

In the 7 minutes you'd been away from the table, you'd been approached by three separate men. They all tried lines on you, gave you their numbers and tried their best to woo you, but with Spencer’s eyes burning across your body as you leaned against the bar, you really couldn't have cared less. 

Still, you leaned in, giggled in the appropriate places, and took the numbers, knowing they'd never be called.

When your cocktail was finally ready, and the last one offered to fund it for you  You finally felt a hand at your back. 

“That won't be necessary, thank you.” Spencer ended the conversation, handing his own card over to the bartender as he kept his hand on your back, his body crowding yours. 

The man walked away in defeat, and you turned on him, sipping your drink as you refused to move away.

“Now why ruin all my fun, Spencer?” 

“You're really enjoying all this attention, huh?” He said, pushing your hair behind your ear as he leaned closer to you, his next word a whisper against your skin.

“I can see your pussy from all the way back there,” he said, tugging down your skirt slightly. You weren't surprised though  simply taking another sip and maintaining eye contact. 

“I know.” His hand, having slipped up to your waist, tightened as his gaze dropped to your lips. 

“You want everyone to see your dripping cunt? Want to let all the men here take a turn trying to catch your attention so they can slip in?” His voice was low, practically a growl as he licked his lips.

“No. I wanted to see how long it'd take you to come over and do it. By my count, that was eight minutes, correct?” 

“Good girl. Just remember that you're mine. I'm not letting anyone else have you.” Giving your face a gentle stroke, he let it trail down your body, subtly cupping and squeezing your chest on the way down. 

“All of a sudden, I feel very tired, Spencer. Take me home.” He wasted no time, grabbing your hand and gathering you up, your jacket and bag collected from the desk as he gave minimal answers to the others as you departed. To their credit, they asked minimal questions. 

The cold air hit you hard as you pushed the doors open again, but Spencer was unperturbed, pulling you over to his car silently, a strong hand on your shoulder helping you into the passenger's seat.

You dare not talk the entire drive to his apartment, so sure that any word from you would have him turning immediately to deposit you right back at the bar. 

He didn't, though, but he also didn't look at you or touch you. You sat squirming at the heavy atmosphere, suddenly desperate to know exactly what thoughts were trapped inside Spencer’s impressive brain. 

“We're here.” He announced, pulling up quickly and cutting the engine, climbing out in a hurry. 

You fumbled with your own seat belt as he pulled your door open, catching you up in his arms as he closed the door behind you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck, letting him carry you up the stairs to his apartment.

His lips didn't meet yours until the door was firmly closed and locked behind you, and even then, he didn't immediately dive in. He out you down, and a touch of disappointment flooded your body as he completely entangled himself from you. 

It dissipated completely when his hand wrapped around your throat. 

“Let me be clear, Y/N. You are mine. If you want attention, I will give it to you. If you want to choke on something, I'm more than happy to provide it. If you want to dress like a little whore, go ahead, but don't forget who your sweet little cunt belongs to.” His fingers tightened with each word as you gasped for air, back resting on the nearest wall as his body pressed up along your own. 

“Do you understand?” He asked, and you nodded repeatedly, fast and desperate. 

“Good. Now, ass up on the bed. I'll meet you there.” You practically sprinted to the room in question, slinking up onto the bed. He said ass up, but you hesitated slightly as he quietly shut the bedroom door behind you, just long enough to earn a slap on your ass as he finally returned to your side. 

“You have to listen, Y/N. You wanted this, so you have to listen nicely.” 

“I'm sorry, Spencer, it won't happen aga-” He stole the end of your sentence as he slipped his fingers into you, gently working the two longest ones up into a frenzy as he finger fucked you. 

“Sorry, what was that? I don't think I quite caught your words.” You could only moan in reply as you buried your head in his pillows, ass pressing back into his fingers to help him get deeper.

“So needy. Look at this little black dress. You knew this was going to happen, right?” A third finger slipped inside you, and you screamed out in pleasure as he continued using you.

“Burying your head isn't going to work, Y/N. Your cunt is answering for you.” 

You heard the rattle of his belt unbuckling as his fingers finally slipped out, the emptiness only a relief for a second before his cock was hitting deep inside of you. 

Thoughts escaped you as you finally got what you'd been begging for for weeks. His every frustration was pounded into you as he tugged at your hair, pulling your torso up so he could hit even deeper. 

Pulling back your head with a hand on your throat he laid a barrage of kisses across your upper back and shoulders, making sure to bite and suck and nip as his spare hand toyed with your nipples, pinching and pulling. 

In a second, you reached your climax, not having the breath left in you to let him know before you tightened on his shaft and let your body fall limp under his hands. 

“I'm going to mop up our cum with this dress, Y/N, and then I'm going to make you put it back on.” With a final grunt, he pulled out, jerking his cock through his release as he shot his load right over your pussy lips. 

He collapsed on top of you, and you finally gave up your last bit of strength beneath him, enjoying the pressure of his weight pushing down on you again. 

“Thank god that worked,” you gasped, catching your breath. You smiled as he flipped you over and pulled the dress off your head, true to his word. 

“What worked, Y/N?” 

“This. You don't know the lengths I'd have gone to to get you yo finally fuck me if this hadn't worked.” 

“But suddenly, I'm curious, and I have all the time in the world.” You laughed lightly but snuggled into his chest again, meaning to sleep. 

“Unless you want to get dressed again now…?” 

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

When James had many things in his brain that he couldn't deal with he called only one person for advice. His mum.

People used to say he felt things too much and he was too dramatic. He was the kind of person to spot a problem, talk about it, find a solution and move on. He had managed to help his friends before. He was satisfied when they smiled in relief after a problem.

With time, it became harder to fix things. Or even harder to make his friends talk.

Right now, on top of many things in his brain like school, Headboy duties, Rugby, his father being sick, his relationship with Lily (the girl of his dreams), and the leaving the Marauders legacy to his minions, James was aware of other issues.

Sirius was a mess since he left The Blacks over the summer but pretended he was okay.

Sirius didn't talk to him like he used to.

They had gotten distant but Sirius was closer to Remus.

He knew now they were doing more than hanging since he saw them kissing the other day.

They didn't know he knew.

Remus was skipping classes because Sirius asked him. They smoked a lot already but they included weed when they mysteriously disappeared.

On top of that Peter was not okay. He barely ate but pretended it was not a big deal.

James knew Peter felt lonely and secretly blamed them for his breakup with Susan.

Maybe his crush on Mary was more than a crush.

Sirius hadn't told him things and he was not okay and James didn't know how to be there for him anymore and that was killing him.

He missed Sirius. He missed the Marauders.

Why didn't they hang out anymore?

"You know how The Marauders used to be close?" James told his mum over the phone. He missed his parents too.

"Yeah..."

"Well, we are not close anymore!" He was pacing around the dorm "Sirius and Remus are... doing their own things..." he couldn't tell their secret to his mum "Not quite productive things, I may add. I feel like Sirius is in the destructive mood. And I know the things he had gone through with his family. Not detailed because he didn't tell me, his best friend, he told you. But still it feels like he is a ticking bomb that will explode any second. I know he is sad, I know it. And Remus is there but he is too good to tell Sirius what is wrong. I should be there giving him advice and containing him but he doesn't let me. I want to be there for him, mum!"

"Oh honey..."

"And Peter, don't get me started with Peter. He is stubborn as it gets. He looks so lonely and I want him to feel special within The Marauders again. But is there any left? Are we a group again? Are we going to stop being friends forever?"

"James..."

"Remus is a good kid. He is part of the family at this point. But he had gone through so much, mum. Bullying and feeling different. We've gotten along better because he had helped me with Lily. And he listens. He listens about Lily and my problems which is fine. And I understand why Sirius would confine in him and not me. But why doesn't he trust me? I don't want to get jealous of Remus but maybe I am. What if I am, would that make me a bad person?"

"Bloody hell, James!" Effie exclaimed with a soft laugh.

"Sorry, was that too much?"

"I can feel the breeze you're provoking with your pacing from over the phone"

James stopped pacing, but he moved his leg.

"What do I do?" he asked "I miss my friends. I love my friends"

"Have you talked to them?"

"I've tried..." James sighed "They certainly think I am too intense sometimes"

"They don't think that"

"Peter literally said I'm intense the other day" James moaned "He used that word"

Effie was giggling on the phone which made James smile. He needed his mum so badly sometimes. Embarrassing for a seventeen-year-old, but true. Effie and Monty used to be the only people he told things. His best friends.

"James, darling" Effie said carefully "You know it's not your responsability to fix everything, right?"

"I know but I want to" James bit his lip "I just want to see the people that I love be okay"

"Honey, sometimes what people need is space" Effie added "And not all problems are fixable"

James took a deep breath. He wanted another kind of answer from his mother. Something optimistic like he was doing well and with the right amount of love, people were going to be happy.

"Do... you... am..." God, he had tears in his eyes already. He wanted to feel Effie's soft arms around him and smell her sweet perfume "Do ypu think they miss me as much as I do? Do you think they care? The Marauders are crumbling down"

"Jamie, you're growing up" his mother said "You boys will have more complex problems, and life is going to get difficult..."

"Well thanks..."

"And sometimes you might not be together or spend as much time as you used to"

James thought of the years to come, away from Hogwarts, each one of them living a different life. Was he going to lose them?

"That doesn't mean you stopped being friends"

"I want The Marauders back, I miss them"

Though that sounded immature. What did he want exactly? Pranks, jokes, immature bullying to others? He swore not to be that way anymore.

"This is hurting me. I wish I could tell them"

"Why don't you?"

"Like I said, mum. They have their stuff going on. They are not okay. And I have to be strong for them. I can't crumble. They need me. I need to think about them. Especially Sirius"

"You're golden, sweety" Effie sighed "But what about you? Who thinks about you? Or takes care of you?"

His immediate answer would be them, his parents. But he was not a little boy anymore.

"Your feelings are important" Effie carried on "Maybe if you talk to them and tell them how you feel, what worries you, they might take you in consideration..."

James was just about to cry when Sirius and Remus walked into the room giggling about something. Red eyes, they had been smoking again. Swollen lips, they had been probably snogging.

"You cannot help them if you are not happy, love"

"Amm... Okay, thanks mum, gotta go"

James hated it but he hung up before Effie asked to speak to Sirius. He couldn't bare Sirius telling her things again but not him.

"Hey!" he gave them a big smile "Where were you?"

"Around" Sirius shrugged. James wanted him to look him in the eye.

"By the lake" Remus clarified "Is a nice night"

"Was that Effie on the phone?" Sirius asked walking to his bed.

"Sure, she says hi" James answered quickly "And Pete?"

Both boys shrugged. They weren't aware of where they friends were anymore.

"So what did you guys do?"

It was obvious the quick glance between them and the complicent smile. James was no stupid.

"Amm... Chatted" Remus said "Not much"

Sirius nodded in agreement.

"Did you smoke weed?"

Sirius and Remus looked at each other and cracked a laugh. James tried not to be jealous of how they communicated so easily. He was thinking that Remus knew more about Sirius than him. And he hated that.

"Are you my father, Prongsie?" Sirius rolled his eyes. He crumbled into bed making a soft moan.

"We didn't smoke much" Remus clarified sitting on his own bed.

James bit his inner lip. He was worried.

"Okay..." he faked a giggle "Are you doing homework now? It is late"

Sirius whined, covering his face with the pillow. Like he was annoyed of his suppossed best friend.

"Give me a break, Potter" Sirius said under it "Pete is right, you're so intense sometimes"

James tried hard not to get offended.

Remus gave him a pitiful smile.

"I'll make sure he does homework, don't worry Prongs"

"Okay..."

James was trying to act chill. But all the things in his brain felt like he was going to explode.

He wanted to leave it be. But the voice of his mother inside his brain told him to talk.

"When Peter is here, I want to talk to all of you"

Remus raised an eyebrow. Sirius groaned.

"About?"

"Feelings"

Sirius scoffed.

"Bloody hell, Potter" he snapped, getting the pillow away and looking good with his hair all messy. "Are you a girl or something?"

"Sirius..." Remus tutted.

James ignored him.

"The Marauders are in crisis" he declared "So sober up and when Peter arrives, we'll talk" Sirius was about to protest but James stopped him "Whether you like it or not, Black!"

James walked to the loo hearing all Sirius's mumbling about how he was insane.

But James was determined. He had fixed them before. He was going to fix The Marauders again.

[sea-of-dust]

whahsbebshdd i’m rlly shy abt this and i saw the bedman hcs you wrote and i loved it so much it had my legs kicking and my hair twirling

requesting bedman x a really loving kinda clingy reader,,,,,,

Bedman x GN! Clingy! Loving! Reader

There's no summary it's general headcannons annons letting me be werid!!

N: YIPPEEEEEEE, dont be shy about future requests when open asks are welcomed! thank you for the request!

Warnings: spoilers for bedman during strive and xrd, and minor spoilers for bedmans? Story

He's not escaping you, like ever not like he wants to anyway. "I'm leaving!" "Not without me!" You rush toward the door "you're still in your pjs" "does it matter?" He sighs disappintedly, you could probably do a pushup for everytime he sighs and end up swole and then he'd sigh again

You blame him for being likeable for you being as loving as you are. His kisses even though they're just small taps on the cheek from him they always leave you wanting him to do it again. "Stop" "I'm not doing anything tho" "you're about to ask me if I want to let you brush my hair" "....no" "do it" "yay!" Atleast someone takes care of his physical appearance for em, he's getting free spa days without someone complaining over how much he nitpicks. "Under my nails have been a bit dirty too" "I'll get it" "and there might be a pimple near my leg" "I'll pop it" "dirt in my glasses aswell" you stop what you're doing just to stare it him blankly, even though his eyes were closed he could still feel you staring bullets. "What?" "Are they even prescription?"

He'd enjoy the times he got to appear in your dreams, he's awake able to talk...alot...but his voice is pretty it's not like he'll rant so hard he raps about the same topic twice "when we talk about survival of the fittest-" that was all u listened to before just hearing a mumble of his voice, him just going on and on with you nodding your head. Other than the long 12 page essay front to back that comes out of his mouth he can also be quite engaged in dreams, specifically yours. He'd 100% ask you the next dream you have with him in it. "So what did you dream about?" Your eyes widen before your face goes stone cold "a discount at the supermarket and me trying to make homemade ice cream sandwiches that ended up exploding" he pushes up his glasses "is that so?" "Yea" "because a little birdie told me you were dreaming of me" you giggle, foolish mistake infront of him of all people, you'd have to wipe that dream out of your brain before he gets it outta you

He'd act like he doesn't like how much physical affection, hed be all "love is feable it isn't going to last and most people that are motivated by it end up crying in someone's couch" but everytime you headed his warnings, he'd get a tad...pretty annoyed. "Am I disgusting to you?" "What?" "You haven't hugged me for an entire 6 minutes is there a bug on me?" "I thought you didn't like me being that way" "I do" for the first time you sigh disapointedly "Alright buddy" "so you're not even going to call me Romeo now" you somehow can feel him putting hands on his hips, expect him to be ranting in his dreams because he didn't ever expect you to call him anything other than Romeo and not hug him for 6 minutes. You've learned giving him a small kiss is usually enough for him to forgive you.

You're also the person behind how polished the bed is, with Romeo or not. "You've gotten a bit rusty" it gently squeezes your hand "I ment physically, I'll take it off I wonder if it'll hurt you like this" Delilah trusts you a bit with him not knowing the extent of your relationship. "Don't touch him too much" "you think he'll attack me?" "Maybe" you pat the beds hand "don't worry I can fix him" you feel both siblings give judgemental looks. "That's crazy I can hear your brother sighing and calling me a fool"

[thefirstknife]

New article with more details (from Jason Schreier who first broke the story). If you can't see it, I'll copy the whole text under read more.

About 100 employees were laid off in total (8%) and one of the main reasons listed is "underperformance," "sharp drop in popularity" and "poor reception of Lightfall."

So you know when for the last year and a half content creators have been shitting and pissing on the game as a full-time job and the amount of negativity and ragebait content became the only thing to make content about for them? Well they certainly won't take the blame, but I will let it be known. These people either don't understand the influence they have or they do and they're doing it on purpose, and I don't know which of these two options is worse, but I am 100% confident that their campaign of rage and hate contributed to this.

You don't base your entire community around constantly hating everything about the only game you play (despite clearly not enjoying it anymore) and somehow avoid galvanising thousands and thousands of people into perceiving the game negatively. Imagine being employees who have barely worked there for 2 years and the only community reception they've seen is 24/7 hate train for their work and then they get fired because of "poor reception" and "drop in popularity." How can they not take that personally? I am absolutely devastated for these people who delievered a banger product and who were met with an unrelenting barrage of toxic gamer children which ended up having more sway over their boss than them.

Which brings me to the next bit and that's FUCK THE CEO. He is now my mortal enemy #1. I am projecting psychic blasts directly into his brain. What an absolute spineless coward who is more willing to bow down to fucking gamers than to protect his own employees. This is absolutely rage inducing because this has happened before. From the article from 2021 about the toxic culture at Bungie:

Reading this shit from the new article absolutely fucking sent me into blind rage because I immediately remembered this. Another instance of employees suffering because of comments on reddit. And because of toxic players. And proof that leadership is not protecting employees and is instead siding with players.

Match made in heaven. Asshole gamer content creators and asshole CEOs, all of whom sit at home on piles of money made from someone else's labour. I hope they all explode. None of the people that worked on this game deserve this.

Another article with an infuriating comment from the CEO:

In an internal town hall meeting addressing a Monday round of layoffs that impacted multiple departments, Bungie CEO Pete Parsons allegedly told remaining employees that the company had kept “the right people” to continue work on Destiny 2.

"Kept the right people." Really. Veteran composers weren't the right people? Die!

Bloomberg article in full:

Bungie’s decision to cut an estimated 100 jobs from its staff of about 1,200 followed dire management warnings earlier this month of a sharp drop in the popularity of its flagship video game Destiny 2. Just two weeks ago, executives at the Sony-owned game developer told employees that revenue was running 45% below projections for the year, according to people who attended the meeting. Chief Executive Officer Pete Parsons pinned the big miss on weak player retention for Destiny 2, which has faced a poor reception since the release of its latest expansion, Lightfall. The next expansion, The Final Shape, was getting good — not great feedback — and management told those present that they planned to push back the release to June 2024 from February, according the people, who asked not to be identified because they weren’t authorized to speak publicly. The additional time would give developers a chance to improve the product. In the meantime, Parsons told staff Bungie would be cutting costs, such as for travel, as well as implementing salary and hiring freezes, the people said. Everyone would have to work together to weather the storm, he said, leaving employees feeling determined to do whatever was needed to get revenue back up. But on Monday morning the news got worse: Dozens of staffers woke up to mysterious 15-minute meetings that had been placed on their calendars, which they soon learned were part of a mass layoff. Bungie laid off around 8% of its employees, according to documentation reviewed by Bloomberg. Bungie didn’t respond to requests for comment. Employees who were let go will receive at least three months of severance and three months of Bungie-paid COBRA health insurance, although other benefits, such as expense reimbursements, ended Monday, sending some staff racing to submit their receipts. Laid-off staffers will also receive prorated bonuses, although those who were on a vesting schedule following Sony Group Corp.’s acquisition of Bungie in January 2022 will lose any shares that weren’t vested as of next month. The layoffs are part of a larger money-saving initiative at Sony’s PlayStation unit, which has also cut employees at studios such as Naughty Dog, Media Molecule and its San Mateo office. TD Cowen analyst Doug Creutz wrote in a report Monday that “events over the last few days lead us to believe that PlayStation is undergoing a restructuring.” PlayStation president Jim Ryan announced last month that he plans to resign. Many of the layoffs at Bungie affected the company’s support departments, such as community management and publishing. Remaining Bungie staff were informed that some of those areas will be outsourced moving forward.

[thestarryeyedadmirer]

C2 Shawn Mendes

Shawn Mendes, C2: Time to Push

Shawn's on his yoga ball in the corner, bobbing up and down as though he's trying to bounce himself to the moon. With his back turned to me, I can only watch as he works through another contraction — staring at his back muscles through the opening of his hospital gown and listening to his desperate moans from the other side of the room.

He doesn't want my help anymore... says I'm not doing anything to relieve his pain, or make him feel any better. This labor has been tough for him. I... I can't even imagine how he feels. I tried everything I could to keep him in a good headspace... to focus his mind, and keep myself from freaking out too. I put cool towels on his feet, drew a warm bath for him, held his hands and guided him through his meditative breathing exercises, massaged his lower back and belly, and even sung him a couple of his favorite songs... but, I guess it wasn't much help. He's too far along... and I'm nervous.

"How you doing, babe?" I ask anxiously, trying to break the tension... hoping that the sound of my voice won't piss him off, and that the sound of his can calm me. "How do you feel?"

He keeps bouncing, ignoring me, and I can't blame him. I would've probably put a bullet in my brain by now if I was in half the amount of pain that he's in. He said earlier that he felt like his pelvic bone was cracking in half... and, from that description alone, I'm surprised that he hasn't tried to jump out of the window yet.

   "How do I feel?" He whips his head around, staring at me with deadly laser eyes. If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man.

“Did you really just ask me how I feel? Seriously?"

His bouncing stops, the veins in his forehead bulging like blue bolts of lightning underneath his skin. "I feel like I'm gonna explode right now, you asshole!"

I see his clenched fists, hidden between his thighs, and immediately lower my head in concession. If he wasn't so far away from me, he'd have already thrown a punch my way... and I wouldn't even have the right to be upset about it.

"My hips are throbbing... and on fire... and being electrocuted, all at once! My head is pounding! I’m hot! I'm cold! I'm covered in sweat, and my belly weighs a million pounds!"

I wish that I hadn't opened my mouth at all. If I knew that I was going to set him off this way, I would've just sat in silence and let him work through the pain on his own, like he told me to.

He's at his boiling point, getting louder and louder with every word. "I'm in so much fucking pain! And, worst of all, I have to take a shit! Bad! And it won't come out! I swear, it's... it's nearly there!"

"Do... do you want me to help you get to the toilet?" I stutter, afraid to speak anymore.

The nurse said that feeling constipated at a time like this was normal… that it’s an indicator of the baby’s position in the birth canal… but I don’t want to make Shawn any more upset by repeating it. The last thing he needs to feel right now is invalidated… so I shut my mouth — again, wishing I’d never opened it.

   "No! No! Just... stay over there! You've done enough already! Don't talk to me any—"

Just as quickly as it began, his enraged ranting turns to silence as another strong contraction washes over him... but, this time, something is different. His fingernails grip at his thighs, digging into them... and his toes scrape at the linoleum floors as though they're trying to take root.

"Fuck!" He cries out, his voice hoarse. "Something... something's wrong! Call a nurse! Call... call somebody!"

[mspeevee]

Would it help more to ask you questions so you can vent, or would you prefer comfort? If so, would you prefer reassurance or advice?

I know it's a lot, and I don't want to condenscend. But I do promise that you aren't doing anything wrong by feeling this way. Take as much time as you need <3

i just wish i felt like i was important to my friends enough that i was worth the time i put into them back

i wasn't gonna vent but then i exploded anyways.

the gist is that multiple times now i've felt like i do all this effort, messaging first, making art (i don't do it expecting anything back), sharing my life with people only to receive like, appreciation but not reciprocation. and then i watch them do all of that for other people and i can't help but feel like it's my fault. like i am just so replaceable.

and then when i am hurting so bad i understand they don't know what to say me, hell they prolly have my vent and complaining tags blocked i'm sure, but i feel left to rot and seethe until i fucking hate them. and then i feel bad about it, cuz i don't want to, but i'm so tired of feeling this way every few months. it makes me wish i were dead because i don't see any point in going on if no one genuinely cares if i'm in pain or not. not even a simple "hey im sorry you're going through this but i care". i get ignored. and i feel like it reflects my worth to them.

and rn i can't blame myself for feeling so angry about it too when i feel like i'm bleeding out with their backs turned to me. and maybe that's dramatic but i'm not exactly rational right now anyways so.

and later on i prolly won't blame them or anything, i know this is all because my mental health is bad and my brain tortures me using them against me, but when it happens so often and i feel like i'm finally getting better only for something random to set me off into wanting to stop existing again i'm like, well what's the fucking point??

would they even cry about me for that long? would me leaving leave any impact longer than a week? a month? would they regret not taking every chance i gave them to engage with me? did i deserve their time at all anyways? am i selfish for interpreting continual silence as dismissal?

this applies to literally everything but i cannot blame myself for not knowing how people think when they don't tell me. i can't know if anyone likes my art if they don't like it or reblog it or tell me. i can't know that you told your friends you really enjoyed a post on my blog if that's the only people you told.

and obviously that extends to me, too, how can they know i'm slowly resenting them if i dont say something? but isn't that so cruel of me to mention? isn't it so mean of me to make them feel bad for doing harmless things that just so happen to be used as ammo against me because of my own problems by my own brain? should i just stop making friends? where do i give up here? where do i work on it?

honestly i'd love advice, idk how to cope like this. everything online just says therapy but that's not an option for me. im trying so hard to practice mindfulness and challenging the thoughts but they seem so right and like there's so much "proof". "oh you did all this for your friend but they never did it back but look now they're doing it with this new friend! and it's not the first time either, how many times will you assume you mean as much to them as they do to you."

i wish i wasnt struggling alone. even tho i know i'd just think they're lying if they ever reached out to me at least i would remember they tried when i started to come out of this ditch. but no one wants to try with me anymore, and it's my fault.

[spieluhrzeit]

hold on i need to share with you all a dream i had last night. for context, i think i was really hot and sick last night (still am) and while it wasn't a fever, i don't usually have dreams that actually have a plot, when i have them it's like 10 seconds of wtf.

-*-*-*

I got to meet Schneider in his house and Till was there too (I can't really remember why we were there whether it was a birthday or just a random visit) and he was so kind and so sweet and he saw I was uncomfortable and kept offering me candy and I got to meet the schneidlings even tho i have no idea what they look like and for some reason I was messaging @wizzardclown throughout the whole thing and eventually i vibed with the schneidlings (and till for a bit) and helped them out with stuff

Towards the end of the dream Schneider praised me for being helpful (i dropped something and was vaccuming it up) and told me about how the vaccum cleaner went away into storage and we fumbled it up in true medoh/schnoodle fashion and while i was fixing it and while my family were waiting in the car (because i forgot to mention they were there too) Schneider pulled out so many sweets and started offering for me to take them home in a doggie bag kinda deal and I felt so awkward as a 19 year old and he was all like "as a thank you for being so helpful" and I tried to pull the "Schneider I'm a huge Rammstein fan it should be me thanking you" card but he was insisting and I think he almost teared up then Till came in, saw my glucose haul being created and just laughed and bantered with me and I laughed too. Then I woke up, and wrote this down immediately before i lost it.

i think it was a fever dream more than anything because i'm sick right now and usually my dreams star till/flake. i love all of them though, but it just so happens schneider's third after till.

(my top 3 are: 1. flake 2. till 3. schneider if i was forced to rank them.)

this time till was just an elusive creature in the bg. my whole family was there, mum, dad, sister and brother so was uli. i don't blame schneider for being so sweet (although there were some parts where he didn't understand me because being mumbly in any language isn't very efficient 😔 and just went 'hä' in a german way) and i don't blame till for being a silent bg character, also i can't exactly remember what i was messaging wizzard on discord lmao.

also, about the end: i think schneider felt bad that i couldn't relax and used my time to help out his children but understood it was just in my nature to prefer being alone and to do things to keep myself from exploding like a nuke when i visit people, much like tilly bär. plus i was apparently such a good impromptu babysitter he paid me in sweets, maybe next time pay me in money, or something else iykyk (frau) schnoodle ;)

10/10 for wholesomeness but i still feel weird because if i was invited to schneider's house i wouldn't go without at least 3 rammtisch/rammblr peeps on deck because i'd be so nervous 😭 and till being there while great seemed like a weird "and bumblebee!" situation my brain threw in lmaoo

oh yeah and for some reason the schneidlings were watching alphablocks and clangers — two BRITISH shows my brother watches on cbeebies. no idea :(

and there were three of them, two boys and a girl. schneider only has two boys irl. make of that what you will

[eta--piscium]

✨️This is an appreciation post for my one and only love @schattensaenger ✨️

The year is about to end and we're still together and going stronger than ever. Yes, we may fight as if we're Tom & Jerry, but at the end of the day, we still make up and love each other even more. We can't even stay mad at each other and ignore each other for more than 20mins. Lol. Even if we're both still kinda grumpy, we still stay on a call together and just casually look at the other and then a few mins later, we start sending kisses to each other and we're okay again. Hahaha. You, my love, is something else.

You are the person that I never knew I needed in my life. *yes I know, it sound cliche but it's true* I have made friends with lots of people but nobody can ever compare to you. The way you love me is so different from everyone else. You don't just love me because I'm your girlfriend, you don't just love me because I'm ur person, ur duo, ur potato, ur annoying potato, ur very sassy and loves to tease u so much gf, you love me for me. You told me and showed me that you love me for who I am. You made me comfortable with myself. You made me feel secure. You made me feel so loved. You love me unconditionally.

Honestly, I once thought to myself back then that the person for me would never come. That maybe I'll just be another person. Maybe I'll just serve as a chapter in someone else's story. But, you came. You proved me wrong. You have taught me many many things in life. You taught me all the ways that I could love and be loved. You taught me that it's okay to be vulnerable, that it's okay to cry, that it's perfectly fine and normal to let myself feel things and just let my emotions out. Not keep them in a jar and store it somewhere until they overflow and explode. You taught me how to be patient. To be more understanding. I thought I was open minded enough but you showed me things that I was keeping a blind eye to. You opened up my mind even more. You made me into a better person. You are the only person that came in my life that made me wanna better myself. You made me wanna be the best version of myself.

I'm sorry if I always push your buttons. It's fun to tease u all the time. heh 😏

Okay but seriously now. I'm sorry for all of the things I have done to you. I'm sorry for making you cry. I'm sorry for being so stupid at times that I just can't understand what I should do. I'm sorry for all of the times that I accidentally make u doubt my love for you. I'm sorry for being a huge pain in the ass for you. You still love me tho heh😏 u like me in ur butt. NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY! HAHAHA

I just want to say that you are loved by me and not just by me but by many other people including our friends too.

I also want to say that I am very very thankful that you exist and that you came into my life. Thank you for existing. Thank you for staying. I love you so so so much.

Thank you for all the help you've ever given me. Thank you for helping me learn many things. Thank you for always being very patient with me. Especially when it comes to coding and math. What can I do, the moment I see numbers and formulas my brain immediately goes to sleep. Hahahah I'm sowwy But seriously, thank you for always finding time to teach my bobo ass how to code and all. Thank you for helping with my homework and projects too!! Speaking of project, you have been the greatest help for this website project of mine. You have done waaaaay more than my groupmates. You basically did the whole entire thing on ur own and you're not even getting graded. I am. But you always want the best for me that's why I can't even stop you becaue you get poopy and be like "UR CLASSMATES WILL JUST RUIN EVERYTHING AND HALF-ASS EVERYTHING!!" Cutie u are. I can't blame you tho bec you really made it so pretty and the suggestions u hear from them are just potato. Lol. But really tho, thank you so much for everything. The fact that you are the one that wants to help me with my schoolwork and u get poopy whenever I don't tell u that I have an assignment or quizzes or whatever, I find that adorable. Because it's just you being you. You love to help people. You love to help me. I adore that. But also because I get to secretly stare at u while u do some of my coding stuff bec you look sooooo stunning and beautiful whenever you're too focused on smth. I love it whenever you're so serious and focused, with ur eyeglasses on and ur hair tied in a bun. Oooooofff my heartttttt.😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

I hope our love never grows old, I hope that fifty years down the road you are still the face I see when I wake for the day on a cold monday morning. I hope you are the last person I see after one too many drinks and I hope your laugh is the soundtrack to all of my stories. I hope your body is always beside me and I hope my life is spent loving the only one that could ever find me. I hope that every day of the rest our lives are spent loving each other cause not a single thing in this world could ever convince me to love another, and I hope that the love growing between us two is nurtured by all of the days I will spend loving you.

Ps. I'm sorry this took so long for me to post. I really just have so many things I wanna say but felt like words are never enough. Writing this down on my notepad always makes me giddy and emotional. Lowkey crying rn but u can't see. Lol. Oh and I keep rewriting and adding stuff to it too. Hehehe

Pps. I LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCH!😘❤️

[blackjackkent]

A few thoughts, apropos of nothing in particular, about the scene with W'wargaz and Therezzyn:

I love the opening shot of Durge/Tav poking their head around the door like a kid scoping out whether Santa is leaving presents at the Christmas tree.

Therezzyn's VA really struggles with the word "ch'r'ai". In her defense, each person in the creche pronounces it a slightly different way, but you could really drive a car through those apostrophe pauses when she says it. (It's a mark of the overall incredibly high quality of the VA in this game that moments like this really stick out to me.)

I really don't actually blame her at all for being pissy at W'wargaz. Her message is basically look, the artifact is clearly at Moonrise, let's just go storm Moonrise and then we will get the artifact, and W'wargaz is like, stop talking and go find me the artifact and she's clearly like yes you dumb bastard that is what I'm trying to tell y-- oh forget it.

She's not really thrilled about Rakha's arrival either which is kind of funny:

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Rakha has been listening very closely to this conversation from her place by the door. There's a lot to take in here.

The man, W'wargaz, is the Inquisitor the others have spoken of - the ch'r'ai. The woman, Therezzyn, is a kith'rak like Voss - the creche captain. Ostensibly they are both looking for the artifact - the "weapon," the "Astral Prism" - but they are distinctly at odds. Therezzyn definitely dislikes W'wargaz, while W'wargaz finds her beneath his notice.

Neither of them, at the moment, knows that Rakha is carrying the Prism herself. What would they do, if she told them?

She initially considered doing so, back when she thought the zaith'isk was going to be their salvation as Lae'zel promised. But now that it has tried to kill them and then exploded, she's not so sure. Even if Lae'zel is right that it was a conspiracy, that means they can't trust anyone here.

And deep down, she didn't want to turn it over anyway - because it would mean giving up access to the guardian, the one person who has managed to bring any sense of peace to Rakha's fractured brain...

(A/N: I am not sure if I noticed this before, but poor Shadowheart has to pass wisdom saving throws against Frightened in order to stand on the side of the office where Therezzyn is, because Therezzyn's two wolves are also there chewing on dead cultists. :( )

"An istik. In my creche," Therezzyn says coolly, having finally noticed Rakha standing silently in the doorway. "You are one of the mercenaries sent to bring the weapon?"

"The istik is with me, honored kith'rak," Lae'zel says.

Therezzyn shoots her a disdainful look and shrugs. "So noted," she says. "But my question goes unanswered. Do you bring the weapon?"

"Don't tell her anything..." murmurs the guardian inside Rakha's head.

Rakha says nothing for a long moment. Then she shrugs. "I seek audience with your Inquisitor. There's a traitor among you," she says curtly.

"She speaks the truth, kith'rak," Lae'zel agrees earnestly.

This does seem to get Therezzyn's attention to a greater degree, and she narrows her eyes warily. "Hshar'lak among us?" she growls. "Whom would you accuse?"

"Your doctor," answers Rakha. She keeps her voice deliberately steady and direct in spite of her own inward doubts on the matter.

Therezzyn's eyes narrow even further, to cold slits. "The ghustil? Chk... a strong accusation from the mouth of an istik. The very same said to hold the weapon we seek."

Rakha goes still. She hears Shadowheart curse under her breath behind her.

This has all been posturing, then. Therezzyn knew who she was from the moment she walked in the door. She knew Rakha had the artifact. Perhaps she knew about the zaith'isk as well. Rakha feels rage start to bubble in her gut. She has been one step behind ever since they arrived at this creche, and it's infuriating.

Therezzyn smiles harshly, seeing Rakha's reaction. "Ch'mar zal'a Vlaakith!" she snaps. "Give it to me."

Produce the artifact.

Little point in pretending, Rakha supposes. She reaches slowly into her pocket, pulls out the artifact. Its sharp spines dig into her palm as she turns it in the flicker of the firelight.

"No," she hears the guardian protest, with audible anguish. "NO!"

Therezzyn's eyes brighten eagerly and she lifts a hand. The Prism glows bright with the light of githyanki psionic energy; in a sharp gesture, the artifact is ripped from Rakha's hands into the kith'rak's grip.

"Yes..." Therezzyn whispers gleefully. "There it is. Exactly as described. The inquisition will finally come to an end..."

For a moment, Rakha simply watches in fascination - distracted from the import of this moment by the beauty of the githyanki magic. Therezzyn's psionic power seems to sit outside the usual ripples of the Weave that Rakha can normally perceive; they're deeper, darker, a strange undercurrent pulling from the energy of Therezzyn's own mind.

Then, as she watches, Rakha starts to become aware of a different force, some other magic clashing with the psionic strength - something from within the Prism itself. A golden light swells within the artifact, then bursts outward, knocking Therezzyn almost off her feet.

Like a dog returning to its master, the Prism slams back into Rakha's hands, sending a few bright pinpricks of pain through her where the spines poke through her robes into her chest.

She can feel the guardian's irritation and relief - and fear - as she regains her grip.

"Tsk'va!" Therezzyn snarls. She's recovered her balance and is staring at Rakha with a fierce, baleful glare. "Trickery! Heresy! How did you--" Her voice is trembling with indignation and humiliated rage. "You manipulate it when I cannot?"

She straightens, takes a step forward until she is almost nose to nose with Rakha. For a moment Rakha thinks the kith'rak is going to strike her (and oh, I hope you do, I hope you do and I can take you by the throat and hurl you into the fire until your bones blacken and your flesh crisps...) but she controls herself and simply glares. "You are forbidden to leave," she snaps. "Report to the Inquisitor at once. Deliver the Prism. Do not try to leave or it will be your death!"

She stalks past Rakha and triggers open the forcefield that leads to the corridor W'wargaz walked down.

Rakha remains still, looking down at the Prism in her hands. Well. That certainly got us where we wanted to go...

The artifact feels oddly warm in her hands, though, and her own confusion and anger are still rumbling just beneath the surface. There are too many threads, too many things she doesn't understand. And she is beginning to wish they had never come here at all.

[deathfavor]

It's like watching a switch turn on, how Mikey's blank stare goes from hollow to suddenly wide eyed and seeming to flounder with the situation. Even when it vanishes, the expression is different than moments ago when a gunshot had filled the air and pain exploding through his nerves.

" No. "

One simple word that fills the space as Kazutora stares up at Mikey, chin tilted upwards a fraction in steeled determination. That was one thing about Kazutora. Once he had his mind set on something, it was near impossible to get him to change his mind ( for better or for worse - more often times worse in his experience ). Maybe this resolve means nothing to Mikey. That wouldn't surprise Kazutora to learn ; why would it? But that doesn't mean Kazutora won't try. That he won't uphold his end of he words he'd spoken. " I told you. I'm not abandoning you. "

Finally, Kazutora starts to move. It hurts like a bitch to move, sweat beading across his forehead as he struggles to get back to his feet. More blood gushes from his leg but Kazutora doesn't seem to pay it any attention when his eyes remain on the other in front of him. He was the one who was shot, he was the one who was hurt, and yet he doesn't seem afraid.

" Sorry, Mikey. " He tilts his head with a smile, lips trembling slightly. " It's all my fault. All of this. " He whispers, staring at his own hands for a second. " I hurt everything that comes near me. No matter how hard I try not to, it always happens. Everything is my fault. If you'd never met me - " If Baji had never introduced them... His voice trails off, the bell in his ear ringing when he tilts his head back slightly, eyes closed as he gives a tired exhale. " I said I'm not abandoning you. If you want me to join Bonten I will. I'll sharpen my claws for you, I'll do whatever you ask. And if you want to kill me, I'll let you. I don't blame you, it's what I deserve. I've thought that for years . " His eyes open, staring at the ceiling of the warehouse and then his eyes drop to Mikey. " I never really though you'd forgiven me anyways. I can't forgive myself. But I'm not leaving. "

Kazutora wobbles, the strength starting to fade from him as pain becomes more pronounced. " We already know I'm already crazy - no sane person would come chasing you. " Kazutora breaths a laugh that cracks with pain and sorrow, eyes falling. " I can't pretend shit's fine. Because it's not. You deserve to be happy - and I know its my fault. " He winces when he tries to move, starting to sway. He should...really sit down. " Guess I'm too fucked up for the happy life everyone else is living. But...I can at least be here for you. I'm the one who can't stand being abandoned, every time I think about it it feels like my brain snaps and it's so dark....I don't know what happens..." He mumbles, chewing his bottom lip with a distant look before refocusing. " So how could I abandon someone? "

Ah.... what happened...?? He... shot Kazutora?

For a moment, Mikey's eyes widen, and a look crosses his face that Kazutora's likely never seen before. Whether it's from the shock of having shot him, or from Kazutora's words, he doesn't know... but the expression is gone in an instant, as everything in Mikey shuts down, leaving him surrounded by a cold, emotionless shell let again.

Of course. Because Mikey is a monster. Because Mikey can't protect anyone. He's known those things for so long now - that there's something fundamentally wrong with him, something broken in him from the day he was born... yet he still finds himself horrified as he watches the blood start to pool on the floor. Maybe, deep down, he was hoping for something different... it makes him want to laugh, a bitter and cruel laugh, because how stupid can he get?

He wanted to believe that he could protect his friends, no matter how low he sank, but this was always destined to be the end result, wasn't it? It's a miracle he didn't shoot Kazutora dead on the spot. But how much longer does he have until he loses control again?

"Kazutora - leave. This is your last chance." Even though it must be hard for Kazutora to even move at all after being shot in the leg, Mikey still tries to force him to go. But even though he's not saying anything different to before... this time, there's a desperation in his words that's begun to show through the cracks. Even though his eyes are dull and empty, there's something more vulnerable about him now... Fear is starting to creep into his voice. He feels sick, like the world is spinning around him.

He knows it must be impossible for Kazutora to understand. Why would Mikey be afraid, if he's the one who shot him to begin with? Mikey's never told a soul the truth - about the way he loses control as if he's possessed, about how he blacks out and only comes back when it's too late... if he said anything, anyone would think he was crazy... But even so...!

If Kazutora doesn't leave, he'll die! Even though he said he'd join him... and that he wouldn't abandon him...!

"Hurry up and get out of here!!"

[superstarmew]

eggsbenedict

It seems that you had some trouble with the keypad, I see what you are trying to type, and I will auto-correct it for you. one moment.

Welcome,

GLITCHYSQUIDD.

[wlfhrdlover]

omg can you please fem!reader who has low iron and she almost faints but Ajax helps her !! 🤗

YES I DEFINITELY CAN

i suffer with low iron too and literally 10 minutes before you sent me these I almost fainted in the middle of my living room 😩

please don't try to dance with your siblings when you just woke up

DIZZY

Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader

summary: you had a lot of things to deal in your week and completely forgot about your condition. Ajax was there to help you.

WARNINGS! mentions of fainting, nosebleeds, anxiety, overthinking, briefly mention of trouble parents.

Exams week.

You hated exams week.

Your parents always made sure that you were the perfect and top student, only the highest grades and the best projects, assignments or anything, they just wanted to see you studying.

If you got an A- or even worse, a B+, it would start a huge fight, one that you always ended up crying and blaming yourself for failing.

But of course, you had your boyfriend to help you in times like this, not that you would listen to him, but you appreciated how Ajax sat with you and made sure that you were at least drinking water properly.

— My beautiful and lovely girlfriend- Ajax pleaded and you frowned looking up from your books- Can you for the love of Zeus take a break? You've been studying for...- he looked at his phone- 5 hours! And you didn't even touched your water!- he panicked.

— I'll eat something in a minute baby, I just really need to finish reading this- you pecked his lips and he sighed.

— Fine, promise?- he asked and you nodded.

— Promise my love- he smiled and hugged your waist.

You pulled an all night study session and of course you forgot to eat and take your supplements, truth be told, you definitely forgot about your condition.

Your iron deficiency were the reason that Ajax was always worried about the exams week, he would always remind you to at least take your supplements, but you were stubborn and forgot things way too easily.

So when you finally finished the last test and got up, everything hit you like a truck.

Your head almost exploded when you walked to your teacher's table, she smiled while taking your paper.

When you started to walk you more and more felt dizzy, but then your phone almost bursted with messages.

Your parents.

They started to bombard you with questions "how it went?", "you made sure to get only the right answers?", "did you studied enough?".

It plagued your brain and you could feel your lungs aching, what if you failed?

What if you really failed all of your tests and your parents would get disappointed again?

Everything seemed to spin around you.

You didn't eat, you didn't took your supplements, you barely slept in the last 2 days that were the time Ajax didn't checked to see if you were taking care of yourself.

And now your overthinking and anxiety bursted you.

The lack of oxygen in your body being noticed far away.

Ajax walked out of his class and his eyes quickly spotted you, you were frozen in the hallway, eyes almost closing, way more pale than usual, legs shaking.

— Shit- he whispered and Kent jumped when Ajax dropped his things and ran in your direction.

Fortunately he got there in time, your body failed on you, Ajax quickly held you when your vision darkened, the well known dark circles made your head hurt.

— It's okay, it's okay- Ajax said more to himself than to you, he slowly and gently laid you down on the floor.

He saw this happening way too much times to not know how to deal with it, Ajax even took time to talk with the Nevermore's nurse to know what to do in case you fainted in front of him again.

He unbuttoned your blazer and loosened the tie, unbuttoning the first two buttons of your shirt.

Curious eyes and bodies moved in their way but Enid and Kent who were nearby and noticed what happened were quickly to shoo them away.

— You're okay my love, do you want some water?- Ajax asked quietly seeing that you were slowly coming to your senses again.

— Yes- you muttered and he helped you up, he waited a minute to see if it was safe to sit you up, you held his arm tightly and blinked but nodded, he used his own body to help you, your back on his chest as Ajax held the water bottle for you.

— Can you stand up?- he asked but he got his answer immediately when your nose started to bleed- Okay, I need to pick you up, is that okay?- he asked and you nodded holding your nose.

Ajax tried to not move you so fast when he picked you up, you laid your head on his shoulder and he calmly but quickly got you in the nursery.

Ajax massaged your scalp as you leaned closer on his body.

— You scared me for a minute- he whispered.

After a whole round of supplements and iron-rich food you found yourself in Ajax's room, more specifically, on his bed, laying on his chest.

— I'm sorry- you muttered and he kissed your head.

— I told you to eat love, you know how bad they can get if you don't- he said and you nodded and sighed- I know that your parents are full assholes but you need to think about yourself first, I really worry about you, you know that right?- you smiled and looked at him.

Ajax's free hand were caressing your waist in comfort, your skin were warm now but he shrived when remembering how cold you were earlier.

— I love you Jax, I'll try to take care of myself so I don't worry you again- you said and he kissed your lips.

— You worry me every day because I love you, but it's far from pleasing seeing you pale and cold with a nosebleed, so for the sake of your beautiful boyfriend, you better start to take care of yourself- he said and you laughed, he smiled.

— Beautiful boyfriend yeah?- you teased and he laughed, flipping your bodies around so now he was hovering over you, you smiled and took his face between your hands.

— Is that the only part you got, pretty girl?- he asked and you only giggled, he started to attack you with kisses and you laughed the whole night.

You absolutely loved Ajax.

[soleadita]

DONT BE A COWARD!!!!!! EXPLODE YOUR BRAIN!!!! EXPLODE MINE ALSO

this is still very much still in development in my brain, and i hesitate to go too hard with direct comparisons because, aside from the whole thing where chim and stiles are two unique characters in two very different shows, they're ALSO at totally different life stages. but. because i cannot help myself. i made a list. it's very incomplete and ranges from similar traumas to silly, superficial things.

consider this:

quippy guys with trauma who use sarcasm/wit/humor to deflect, hide their feelings, and/or diffuse situations

shared pain of watching their mothers die slowly when they were young (yeah this one hurt sorry)

subjected to a brother figure being absolutely sickeningly stupidly in love (scott/allison, scott/isaac, scott/kira; buck/eddie)

run around playing detective (see: stiles + all of teen wolf; chim + jonah arc; chim + treasure hunting episode)

nabbed by bad guys (gerard argent; jonah greenway)

make movie references that they think should be common knowledge and are continually exasperated upon discovering the people around them don’t know what they’re talking about (for stiles, it’s scott and star wars; for chim, it’s buck and like everything other than backdraft).

there's also the way i can picture stiles in Chim Situations and chim in Stiles Situations. like:

remember in 6x06 when chim TOLD KAREN THAT HEN HAD DIED?? look me straight in the fucking face and tell me stiles wouldn't pull some hilarious off-the-fucking-wall bullshit like that to get two of his besties back together. (we're gonna ignore the part where allison actually did die. sorry. that's. god. sorry.)

you know how stiles is, like, delighted, actually, to find out scott is a werewolf? he researches, he Knows Things, etc etc. tell me that wouldn't be chim? chim would have a fucking FIELD DAY!

if the love of stiles's life disappeared on him, he would absolutely drop everything and pull a months-long roadtrip to find them and convince them that they are loved and not a danger to their child. their uh. hypothetical child. no, i'm not thinking of eli hale why would you even insinuate such a thing i would never—

alternatively, i could totally see chim showing up to, i don't know, hen's house in the middle of the night and being all like, "the cops found half of a body in the woods, let's go and see if we can find the other half!!" (in this situation karen is melissa. not in a weird way, just in the way that i can picture chim slipping in through a window and karen startled and swinging a baseball bat like CHIM what are you DOING here why'd you come in through a window? and chim's like you locked the front door! and karen's like YEAH EXACTLY.)

(my life and all my earthly possessions for a treasure hunt episode but with teen wolf characters)

hmm. something something kevin following chim into firefighting only to end up dying on the job / scott following stiles into the woods only to end up being bitten by a werewolf. (not that either of them are to blame for it, but like. you know. i imagine they might have some guilt complexes going on.)

something about the way season 1 chim wants so badly to be seen a certain way by tatiana...the way he shows people what he thinks they want to see vs who he actually is because he thinks they won't want who he actually is...something about that feels so true to stiles's character in a way i can't totally put into words.

on a slightly more serious note, i just wanted to say that one of my favorite activities for enrichment in the enclosure (tm) is blorbo overlaying, wherein i take characters from one obsession and think about how i can categorize them based on characters from another obsession (*taylor swift voice* i have this thing, it's autism)(anyway). as a result, i've spent a lot of time thinking how the 9-1-1 characters could be smushed into teen wolf characters.

my knee-jerk urge was to see how much stiles and buck matched; yeah, they're both part of the most popular ship in their respective fandoms, but there's also the adhd thing, the knowledge of lots of different facts thing, the jeep thing, the whole "my worth lies in what i can do for others" thing...i can make a case. but for me, this ultimately breaks down when i think about how buck is just so...genuine and kind? he’s earnest. he’s gentle. the man's a himbo (affectionate). stiles is...very much Not. stiles is ALSO (when he hasn’t been, as one might say, sandpapered by the fandom) prickly. he’s got an inner circle that he’ll protect with his life. if you’re not in that circle, you’re just not really on his radar, unless you’re trying to join that circle, and then he’s suspicious until he’s sorta like vetted you.

(this is totally an aside, but it's the same reason why i've never really thought grumpy/sunshine works for sterek. derek is grumpy, sure, but stiles sure as fuck isn't sunshine.)

ANYWAY. i don’t think that’s chimney, exactly (i think he's probably a little sillier and friendlier), but i do think he and stiles both have a similar edge to them. like: see me. no wait. don't look. i'll make you see me. i'll make a snarky comment and draw attention to myself. but don't look directly at me. i'll talk and talk but i won't say anything real. they had to be the grown up in their home too young. they're terrified of losing their people, because their people are so fucking important to them, and because they know what it feels like, to lose someone, and if it happens again, it'll wreck them. they've got anxiety buried under three movie references and a wry side-eye and an exasperated, flailing hand gesture. they're fiercely loyal and protective.

uh. well. i guess that's all (lying LYING but i'm cutting myself off here). also, i feel like i didn't quite do chim justice so. sorry for that. and here's hoping for a chim-centric storyline (breakdown era?!) in our near future. <3

[fiery-is-in-pain]

ok in feeling generous you guys can have this ok (LEAVES IMMEDIATELY OUT IF TERROR)

me writing fanfiction at 3am