#I can’t see anyone talk about it I can only think about it

[cable-salamder]

An Analysis on the Newly Released Images

Okay okay. We’re all freaking out. I am too, but there’s some stuff that I immediately took note of that I want to point out (before anyone else does-). I’ll be going through the pictures one by one so this might be a bit of a longer read. But without further ado, let’s crack in, shall we?

Okay first one: We’re all making fun of it, and we all can guess what this is: Lloyd’s internalised grief and sense and failure over losing Kai making him give everyone else intense training. Which, can I just say I love that? We barely saw anything of Lloyd’s sadness at the end of part 1, so him actually acting more strict and intense will likely lead to another one of the ninja (I’m guessing Nya, because she looks the most concerned in this picture) actually talking to him about it, especially considering the focus on mental health throughout Dragons Rising so far, specifically for Lloyd.

Also something that I thought was interesting is that everyone else is still in their previous climber suits, except for Wyldfyre! Her hair is different now too and actually matches her minifigure!! (I am so goddamn glad abt that you don’t even know). I don’t know if they will mention this, but in my head this is Wyld coping, too, but she’s doing it by changing her outfit and hair from what it was when the traumatising thing happened. For this I’m also kind of assuming Lloyd is in his Master Robe, just because I think that would also add to that pressure of him being a stern teacher and making Wu, who was arguably quite strict, proud (which could beautifully link to his nightmare from part 1, which I also wrote something about here)

Then we have this honestly gorgeous shot of what is likely the tournament spot! First off I want to point out the Life symbol on top of the tower, which confirms that this tournament is either hosted by them or at the very least has something to do with them! Here’s Life’s symbol for reference:

Now. There’s nothing else big that I could pull from this image except that the building on the right is very likely to be the equivalent of the sleeping dorms on during Chen’s tournament. I can’t help but feel like there’s something hidden in this image— (just going off of usual screenwriting and scene building here) it could be that this is either a shot right after which we may the inside of some building, or that this could be some sort of sneaking out scene. I did notice the random barrels precariously stacked on the roof/ platform on the left, which I don’t know whether it is on purpose or not that they are in this shot, but the way I know Dragons Rising and it’s small details I feel like it’s not. I guess we’ll have to wait.

And now this one. Oh, this one. I think this is the one I have the most to say about because good lord is a lot of stuff happening in this image. Let’s work from the left to the right, shall we?

First off! People! The fact that there are even spectators there implies to me that, unlike Chen’s Tournament that was only for himself, this one is actually public, or at the very least able to be viewed from outsiders! It could also potentially be that these are rich/ noble people, meaning that this would be a big and expensive event (which it does kinda look like to be honest). I personally don’t recognise any of the faces, though I do see a bunch of munce and at the very least human-looking people.

(The Ninjargon on the banner reads ‘ARENA’ by the way! From that I’m assuming there will be a bunch of banners like this, indicating which area is what.)

Second are these peeps. The most obvious person we can recognise here is Mr. Pale, standing in between a Kraglin and an unknown person in the middle picture. So he’s definitely back! No sign of Tox, though, which makes me believe that either she just hasn’t arrived yet, or that she’ll arrive with the bad guys, eg. Ras’ crew, which would align with her being on the bad sign just as that one set preview showed.

Also Roby is here! Honestly, to me, he doesn’t look like he’s an actual participant, but rather he looks like some sort of worker? His color scheme doesn’t quite match, but I can’t think of a reason why he would be standing at what seems to be the entrance and welcoming who I’m boldly assuming are the ninja or, perhaps even Ras’ contenders* (Explanation further below).

(Honestly if he is Wyld’s future bf it would just be even funnier if he was just this random worker guy lmao)

Now, about the other participants. We don’t know whether these are other people with elemental powers, or whether non elementals can also take part (in which case: will Arin be excluded). Either way: There’s obviously the Kraglin and another person with what looks like grey hair on either side of Mr. Pale. There’s not enough detail for either of them to be able to tell what kind of elemental powers they could have. But it’s the other side, the first photo, that I really want to focus on.

First of all there’s the person using a wheelchair, which, without getting too much off topic here, very much fits into Dragons Risings’ inclusion of more diverse characters! I also want to point out the fact that it looks like they are wearing goggles, which somehow makes me think that this could either be a person with a more dangerous or potentially easily-going-awry power, or that perhaps it has something to do with flight? I might just be tripping though who knows.

And now to the one I actually wanted to get to because this one eludes me the most: The character on the left. To me they look like one of the dark skeletons that Wyld and Kai encountered in s1, but moreso than that I want to point out what they are wearing. A black and white themed outfit— one that most definitely looks more like the gis of the ninja. Now. I don’t know about y’all, but for some reason this character seems important to me. I can’t quite tell whether that symbol on their chest is meant to be a flower, or potentially another Source Dragon symbol (it looks very much like Strength to me), but either way I just have this gut feeling. Maybe it’s because when I first saw them I thought it was Garmadon, but who knows (I keep trying to convince myself that it’s *not* him and failing miserably)

Either way, these seem to be the other contestants for the Tournament besides the ninja and the likely to join later Ras Gang! I’m assuming that either these will continue to be unaffiliated, or perhaps be “forced” to choose sides (I imagine Mr. Pale standing there like “shit not again”)

Then this. I don’t know why this is getting me so badly but it’s Nya and Lloyd content and that’s all that matters to me. They are both in their new suits while rising on Jiro’s back and— which is actually surprising me quite a bit— sporting the headbands that they usually have in all the sets! Canonical Nya haircut? I sure hope so.

The point is that it looks like they are either mid fight or getting ready to fight. This makes me think of two theories: Either this is them already taking part in the tournament, with the screen showing them in the middle of a challenge, or this is them actually only arriving, but already getting attacked.

Now the explanation for my * up above. If we go with the idea that this screen shows what is happening at that moment, then I feel like it’s unlikely that this entire shot shows the ninja being welcomed into the tournament, and, instead, this is a shot of the bad guys being welcomed in, and this clip just so happens to be playing. Do I think this is very likely? No, not really.

What I think is far more the case is that this screen is showing what had happened just a little bit ago (perhaps even just a few minutes), with the ninja being faced with some sort of difficulty or challenge just to get to this place; which is now being replayed again onto the big screen for the masses to see while they are being welcomed into the arena and congratulated for actually making it to this place (hence the fireworks). It could also explain why some of the other contestants are cheering (the Garmadon looking character), while some others look like they are despairing (all the ones on Mr. Pale’s side)— it could be that they were hoping the ninja wouldn’t make it in order for the competition to be easier.

Another explanation that I can see is the fact that this is live footage, but at the same time part of the team is being welcomed in. I don’t think that’s likely, because they are more likely to help each other if they were in trouble and not go ahead already, though I could see it if they had been travelling separately anyways.

Personally, however, I am of the opinion that the second one is the most likely, simply because of the other parts of this shot and what the most logical option is.

(Also something of note, though I don’t really know how actually important this is, is the fact that we see no host. Unless Roby is the host (which… no) this is very different from Chen’s tournament, where he immediately presented himself as their host and the most important figure. If the host is Life, or someone else who is representing them, then we can infer that they could be more modest in how often and just how in general they show themselves.

Also those five little circle.. platforms? Sure. They just mildly scare me, okay? I also tried figuring out what the other banners say, though I think it’s more of a drawing/ symbol than actual writing. It also strangely looks like the mech discs Sora made… anyways. Just further food for thought.)

But! Yes! That’s all I could pull from these three images in like… an hour of manic writing. I might be a Little Unwell about this show, in case you couldn’t tell :D

[strawb3rrystar]

Executrix.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x GN! Reader

Warnings: Dry humping, They both cum in their uniforms, Switch! Draco & Reader Maybe some wrong information about Death Eaters? Idk I tried

Word count: 1,430

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You knew today would be a good day when your boyfriend invited you to his dorm after classes. Though everyone seemed to hate Draco, he was never as much of an asshole to you as everyone else. In your head he was the perfect partner. Defending you if someone dare talk shit about you, helping you in potions, studying together.

Well, you thought he was perfect. But then you walked into his dorm, and saw him with his sleeves rolled up. Which would be hot, if you hadn't seen that on his arm. Something that people only talk about, but never see in their entire lives.

Once he notices you standing there, he then realizes what you saw. His Death Eater mark. He also noticed the way you backed ever so slightly away from him. A look of panic crosses his face.

"Do not tell anyone. You got that..?"

You nod your head in response. Draco takes in a breath, sitting down at his desk. After rolling down his sleeve he gestures you over and you comply.

"You know, I don’t understand how people could not like you. From what I have seen you are very clever. I have seen you do so many spells the first time you did them. It’s impressive. You have never failed a class, you aren’t a bully, not mean…"

Draco has a look of pain on his face. Why the hell is he telling you this? He can’t help himself, that's why, he loves you too much. He can't lose you.

"Okay.. is that all supposed to add up to something?"

He groans in annoyance. Draco looks at you, his eyes full of pain, shame and..fear?

"I’m trying to be nice! You should appreciate these compliments. But, you're right….I just..need you to do me a favor. Don’t say anything about my…my.."

Draco’s breath hitches. He looks at you with sad, but pleading eyes. You tilt your head slightly, raising your eyebrow a little.

"Death Eater mark?"

“Yes. That. Just pretend you never saw it, okay?”

Draco’s voice is almost a whisper at this point, he quickly looks to the side, avoiding eye contact completely.

"You have my word. But, can you tell me about it? I've never seen one before."

Draco looks into your eyes for a long while. You’ve never seen him this vulnerable before. He takes a deep breath and rolls his sleeve up, showing the death eater mark once again.

"It’s a symbol for the Dark Lord and it marks everyone who is apart of the Death Eaters. The mark links us all together."

You look on, fascinated by the concept.

"You're all linked together? Wow."

Draco rolls his sleeve back down, hiding the mark once again.

"Unfortunately yes. It makes it easy to call on any Death Eater at a moments notice. The mark is also a symbol of his ownership of us all.."

You look at him with sympathy following his response. Draco’s eyes widened in disbelief. Why did he feel better that you were showing him sympathy? His face held a level of pain, fear and…trust?

"That's terrible. No one should have to go through that."

At hearing that Draco’s eye’s flicker with shock and..hope. His face is now one of complete vulnerabilities. You’ve never seen it before, but it looks like he is about to cry. You immediately wrap your arms around him, squeezing him tight. And Draco’s eyes widened as you wrap your arms around him. No one had comforted him, ever. He slowly wrapped his arms back around you, pulling you closer to him.

"I…I don’t know what to say…."

"You don't have to say anything."

Draco lays his chin on your shoulder. He felt himself relaxing as you held each other. It felt…so right. He then lifts his chin up and moves his head so his lips are next to your ear.

"Please, never tell anyone what you saw…or what we talked about."

"I won't, I promise."

That was all Draco needed to hear. He cupped your cheek in his hand and began to lean in and then, without thinking, pressed his lips onto yours. He pulled you closer, his hand on the back of your neck. The kiss was so heated and hungry. You kissed back, your hands finding his shoulders.

Draco deepened the kiss, he grabbed your hip and picked you up, placing you on his lap without stopping the kiss. He then grabbed the back of your head and began to nibble at your bottom lip. You part your lips in response, a soft moan leaving them.

He let out a small groan and slipped his tongue in your mouth, beginning to explore all around your mouth while grabbing your thigh. He could feel himself giving in to whatever was happening between the both of you. A whimper escapes your lips as you run your fingers through his hair. Draco groaned as you raked your fingers through his hair. He pulled you closer to him, grabbing your hip so you were pushed up right against him, slowly rocking his hips up into you.

"Fuck, you’re driving me crazy…"

Draco could feel himself shudder after he said that. He gripped your hips and pushed them down again, rolling his own up into you. Some more moans escape your lips as you paw at his shirt. You slowly try to move your hips as well, wanting more friction.

"This needs to be off."

Draco moves one of his hands from your waist and starts to unbutton your shirt. You comply and take off your shirt, tossing it to the ground. He moves his head back up as you take off your shirt and moans at the sight of you.

"You look so good…"

"Thank you."

Your eyes close for a second at the amount of pleasure you were feeling grinding into him. He moves his hands up from your hips then gently grabs your chin and turns your head to look at him.

"Keep those pretty eyes open, sweetheart."

"Sorry. It feels too good."

You reply when you open your eyes back up. Draco groans again at your words and he cups your cheek with one hand.

"Don’t apologize, just…just keep moaning for me."

You nod your head, desperately rolling your hips against him, his name leaving your lips. The rolling of your hips causes him to moan lowly against your jaw. Your moans persist as you grow closer to cumming. Draco moves his hand down from your cheek and grabs your hip as he continues to grind up against you.

"You are so perfect."

He whispers in your ear, and moans again, feeling himself getting close to the edge. Your head falls back as the intense rush of pleasure courses through your body. Draco takes this opportunity and kisses your exposed neck, savoring the moment. His chest is rising and falling, his groans are getting more frequent.

"You’re gonna make me…make me…"

Draco’s breath hitches again as he tries to form words. His hips are moving against you faster and faster.

"Yeah... Can we.. cum together..?"

You grab onto his shoulders, bouncing up and down a little. Draco moans, his body shuddering a bit at your words.

"Yes…yes we can sweetheart…yes…"

He’s almost begging at this point. His hips can’t seem to stop moving. The amount of friction between them caused their bodies to heat up, sweat painting their skin. Their bodies grind together, moans and grunts leaving mouths every few seconds as they both approach the edge. Draco pushes your hips down hard one last time as he shudders, his head falls forward onto your shoulder as he finishes. His moans and grunts are loud and hot, his breaths are quick and deep. You follow soon after your eyes rolls back as tears prick the corners of them.

Draco pants, leaning his cheek against your shoulder. You feel his chest rising and falling as he tries to steady his breathing, his breaths are hot against your ear.

"You’re…you’re amazing.."

Draco pants as he places a kiss on your shoulder. His arms have made their way around you, wrapped you up into a tight embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

"So.. so are you.."

Draco turns his head and places a kiss onto your neck. He pulls away and looks up, locking eyes with you. He runs a hand over your cheek, then over your collarbone and up to your shoulder. He holds you close then captures your lips in a passion filled kiss. Knowing that you weren't leaving his dorm anytime soon.

Star's notes -> Sorry if this is terrible, I didn't really proof read it.

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[sirianasims]

Chapter 43.6

My mother taught me that sometimes it rains. Sometimes it pours, and you’re soaked through and miserable and it feels like it may never stop. But no matter how heavily the rain falls, no matter how drenched you get, you are not the rain.

Some day you will be dry again.

Things have been easier since I blocked Paul, the pain slowly fading to a dull ache, barely noticeable as long as I don’t dig too deep. I try to keep myself distracted, reading Lucky Girl for what must be the fifth time. It’s my comfort read, Evie reminds me a little of myself. I think we could have been friends, hanging out and agreeing that being in love is the absolute worst, actually, while we yearn for our respective idiots.

The memory of Paul is not the only thing I’m trying to escape. With all my channels inactive, even the haters have gone quiet and my views are dropping every week. I’ve toyed with the idea of simply abandoning everything and starting a new brand, but I don’t want to rebuild my follower count from scratch. I don’t have time for it. My bills are starting to pile up, and while I can still pay them for now, it won’t be long before I have to either crawl back to mom and dad and ask for help, or get one of those real jobs people keep talking about. I’m not even sure which option I would hate the most, so I hide in my book for now.

A sharp knock on the door jerks me away from Evie admiring Jude in an art gallery and back to reality.

I hesitate for a moment. I have no idea who it could be, and I don’t want to see anyone, especially not some smarmy salesperson – or worse, my landlord. With a sigh, I put my book face down on the armrest and shuffle to the door.

Miranda is leaning casually against the doorway, her high heels making her look almost as tall as Samara. At their feet, a couple of large shopping bags are threatening to fall over and spill their contents on my doormat.

“See, Samara? I told you she was still alive.”

“So you did. Then I sure hope she has a very good excuse for refusing to see her best friends for almost two months!“

I feel my cheeks get hot. “Uh, hi. I’m sorry I disappeared, I’ve just had a rough time since, you know. But I promise to call you, maybe we can make plans soon?”

“No need, we’re here now, so you won’t have to worry about that.” Samara’s smile is cheerful, but her tone is resolute. Even so, I try to object.

“Seriously, it’s not a good time, I haven’t even showered for like three days, and the place is a mess.”

“Girl, since when do we care about mess? We’re here because we love you – stinky or not.” She wrinkles her nose, making the freckles on her face dance.

“What is this, some sort of intervention?”

Miranda smirks. “Pretty much. Sorry, but someone’s gotta save you from yourself, and we’re not letting you waste any more time moping over a man who didn’t deserve you. We’ve got snacks and a box of rosé with your name on it, so you might as well get out of the way.”

“Fiiine, but no judging the absolute state of the place.” I roll my eyes and invite them in with a dramatic flourish of my arm, but I can’t help but smile. Samara bounces through the door despite the heavy shopping bags, and Miranda goes straight for my laptop.

“What’s your login?”

“It’s just my birthday, and before you come for me, yes, I know that’s bad.”

Miranda shakes her head as the laptop plays a jaunty tune and lets her in.

“You’ll get the full security lecture another day, right now it’s time to declare inbox bankruptcy. We’re getting rid of all this bullshit so you can get back to business.”

“Miranda, there are literally thousands of messages. It’ll take days to go through, maybe weeks.”

She doesn’t even look up, her perfectly manicured fingers a blur over the keyboard.

“Give me an hour. I’m going to delete anything that contains profanity, and then I’ll sort the rest into folders, so don’t worry, you won’t be losing anything permanently. But I’m going to mark everything as read and archive it so you can get a fresh start. If anyone wants something important from you, they’ll reach out again, trust me.”

I stop myself from protesting further. Miranda knows what she’s doing, and it really would be a relief not to worry about everything.

Behind me, Samara has stopped unpacking the groceries.

“Just let Miranda work her magic and get your smelly butt into a bath. And make it a nice one, soak for a bit and pretend you’re a mermaid or something. We’ll get everything set up in here while you scrub off the sadness.”

I feel a slight pang of embarrassment as I walk into the bathroom. The sunlight is creating little islands of warmth on the black tiles, but it also mercilessly illuminates the limescale in the shower and a couple of cotton swabs that missed the bin. The sink is decorated with a few dried clumps of toothpaste, each of them outlined in red from last time I dyed my hair.

How did I let it get this bad?

I turn on the taps and leave them running while I undress. Then, I lower myself awkwardly into the tub and let the water cascade through my fingers. It would be nice if it was this easy, washing away the sadness and frustration, the longing and the hurt.

The gentle sound of flowing water is mesmerising, and before I know it, the tub is full. I add a small handful of bath salts and swirl it around. A soothing scent of lavender rises with the steam.

When I lie down, the hot water envelops me like a hug. It feels like it’s thawing something in me that I didn’t even know was frozen. I close my eyes and listen to Samara and Miranda laughing about something. It’s almost like being home and hearing my parents talk softly in the other room. It always made me feel safe. Less alone.

As the water begins to cool, I scrub down, slowly, methodically, running soapy hands along every inch of my body. It feels good, like I’m massaging life back into my limbs. Tonight will be fun, I decide. We’re going to stuff our faces with junk food, get absolutely smashed on cheap wine, and pretend that my heart was never broken by some has-been actor from Tartosa.

I watch as the tub empties, imagining that all my sadness is flowing down the drain with the water and the tiny undissolved purple specks from the bath salt. Finally, I move to the shower to wash my hair and rinse off.

When I get out, I stop and examine myself in the mirror. I look a little tired and worn, like I’ve been sick. In a way, I guess I have. But the black tiles are radiating warmth under my feet and there are birds singing outside my window and I’m beginning to feel like everything is going to be fine.

Samara’s blue face glitters in the candlelight. The packaging from the masks we’ve applied is littered with adjectives like “rejuvenating” and “revitalising”, bold statements, but they do actually feel pretty good.

“Sorry, Julia, I know you love this crap, but I just can’t get over the cake tongue. Who decided cake would be the best bait for people? Are we really that obsessed with desserts?”

I look over my nails one last time and put down the file. “I’m actually more disturbed by the whole chin udder situation. I mean, who came up with that?”

Samara makes a disgusted face, but she’s not ready to change the subject. “Seriously though, even if you were absolutely starving and cake was your favourite thing in the whole world, would you really approach a plant shaped like a giant cow head with huge teeth? Really? And then try to grab what is obviously its tongue?”

Miranda giggles tipsily. “No, but can we talk about how Ned’s relationship with the cow plant is super toxic, though? I mean, it always starts out slow, right? Oh, so it eats meat, little bit of a red flag there, but it’s probably fine. And before you know it, you find yourself luring your neighbours to their deaths just to keep it happy.”

“Yeah, it’s classic, the way he keeps making excuses for her? She didn’t mean it, she’s just misunderstood! She only bites me because she loves me! I’m like, Ned, your girlfriend is eating people, you need professional help.”

Samara laughs. “I guess some men would literally rather feed their neighbours to a plant than go to therapy.”

My phone vibrates on the armrest behind me.

“Sorry, it’s Marten again, I better let him know I’ve got company. He’s been super busy with his exams so we haven’t had much time to play lately.”

Miranda raises an eyebrow.

“And he’s still fine just being your friend, is he?”

“Why wouldn’t he be? I mean, he was fine being my friend even though I was dating Paul. Besides, I haven’t even seen him in person since GeekCon, it’s been almost a year…”

I stop. Almost a year since I met Paul. It feels like a lifetime ago. I wonder what would have happened if I’d cosplayed as someone else, or if Paul hadn’t been there that day. Maybe I could have been dating Marten instead of having my heart trampled by some fickle celebrity. Nice, normal Marten with his mousy hair and his robot facts. I smile.

“Anyway, there’s nothing between me and Marten. Or anyone else, for that matter.”

Miranda sends me a mischievous grin. “That reminds me, you know that hot bartender from The Rooftop? Super flirty, cheekbones that could cut glass?”

“The one who gave us free refills on Samara’s birthday? Shane or something?”

“Yeah, him! He asked about you last time, wondered why you hadn’t come with us for like three weeks in a row.”

“How does he even know my name?”

��He didn’t, he just asked about our red-haired friend but you’ve clearly made an impression.” Miranda winks. “Maybe he’d be willing to help you get over Paul.”

I shake my head. “No thanks, I’m pretty sure he’s slept with like half the regulars. And I’m not looking for hook-ups, not now. I need to get my so-called career back on track, but I want to do something… different.”

I think of Paul, of late nights in hotel rooms, laughing at the most ridiculous b-movies before having amazing sex and falling asleep with his arms around me. “I don’t want to do cosplay again, absolutely nothing with movies or comics or superheroes.”

Miranda looks thoughtful. “What about just fashion stuff? I started out with just my shoe reviews and now it’s more general style advice and outfits to match your heels, but you have an eye for it and you know a lot about cuts and materials and design.”

“I guess? I don’t really know a lot about classic fashion, though, like couture and such. And it’s a really tough business to get into, plus I’d kinda like to keep the expenses down for now.”

“You could always just jump on one of the big trends. I bet you’d make bank as one of those clean girl aesthetic influencers or something.”

“That’s actually a good idea. I mean, I can probably get pretty far with just the makeup and clothes I already have. And I could move my sewing machine and rearrange the room, set up my camera and the lights…”

Miranda laughs. “We can start right now as long as it means we don’t have to watch any more terrible movies tonight.”

I reach for the remote. “Not a chance.”

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[pimosworld]

The ties that bind

Pairing-Dave York x f!reader x Frankie Morales

Series Summary-Dave is a private investigator who tracks down soulmates. He's tasked to find Frankie's, but what happens when he finds you and wants you all to himself?

CW-18+,NSFW,MDNI, Fluff, teasing, shower sex,Dom Dave, MMF dynamics, voyeurism, Unprotected piv,Protective best friend.

WC-3.6K

A/N- Happy Frankie Friday. I know it’s been awhile but I have not abandoned these three. New chapters will be slow going because life happens but I still have a lot in store for them.

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Chapter VII

You don’t remember the last time you woke up this peacefully. It almost feels like you’re dreaming being squished between these two bodies under a mountain of Egyptian cotton comforters. All you can see in a cloud of fluffy white is two distinct brown mops of hair. You want to run your fingers through it, the way you did last night. You think better of yourself and decide not to wake them for your own personal reasons. 

  Speaking of not waking them. You’re in a precarious position, you try to sit up against the headboard to extract yourself from the covers but a large hand pins you down. Frankie huffs a little and slides even closer to you. He seems to be still in dream land as does Dave so you quickly drape his arm across you. It buys you a moment to slide up just as he gravitates towards the other man. It makes you laugh how desperate he is for a warm body to snuggle up to. It’s a little bit more of acrobatics to climb over them as you land softly on the carpeted floor. 

  The only clothing item of yours in reach is your tight black dress from the night before so you opt for Dave’s dress shirt. You glance down at your phone tossed aside on the loveseat and curse yourself when you see a litany of notifications. You definitely need to call your best friend and fill her in on the details. Maybe not all the details but at least let her know you’re okay. 

  Alicia

  So? 

  Call me

  Missed call

  Are you alive? 

  You better have got dicked down by one of them

  I’m just kidding 

  Missed call 

  Only slightly kidding babe

  I’m gonna come down there and bang on your door

  Incoming call

  “Hello.” 

  “Oh my god, why do you even have a phone?” You feel slightly bad at the panicked tone. 

  “Sorry.” You say in a hushed voice. 

  “Why are you whispering?” 

  “Just…let me step outside.” You glance around and see the two men still sound asleep and head out into the balcony. 

  “Outside? Outside where?” Her shrill voice cuts in as the morning sun blasts you. 

  “The balcony Alicia.” You glance down hoping no one can see you but it seems way too high for anyone to notice. 

  “Those rooms don’t have balconies.” She says. 

  “The penthouse does.” All mischief in your tone as you hear her sharp intake of breath. 

  “The fucking penthouse!” She shrieks and you instinctively turn around as if they can hear her through the phone. 

  Your laugh sets hers off as you bounce giddily on your feet. “Yes, that’s what I said.” 

  She takes a deep breath and you prepare yourself for the influx. “So what was it like? I mean did you even do anything or did you guys just talk?…Who am I even kidding of course you didn’t just talk. Did you fuck both of them?” She’s completely spiraling now and you can’t even remember her first question. “Holy shit did they fuck each other? I’ve always wanted to be with two guys, you just checked something off my bucket list.” 

  “Okay, okay, breathe.” Your stomach hurts from laughter as you fidget with the hem of Dave’s shirt. “I’m not sure how me doing something checks it off your bucket list.” 

  “So you’re saying?” You shake your head at the slight lilt in her tone. 

  “I’m saying….I had an amazing night and I’d like to talk to you about it in person.” She groans but concedes. Much like your friendship you always understood each other. 

  “You know? It’s a beautiful day to hit the beach.” 

  You sigh as you look out onto the horizon. The aquamarine shore gives way to the dark blues as the water grows deeper. “Ya it is, we should go.” 

  “Yes…all of us should go.” Her insistence leaves no room for argument and you wouldn’t dare pass up an opportunity to let her blow off a little steam. You may have forgiven them but you know your best friend had some words for them since that night at the bar. 

  “Okay babe, I’ll talk to them when they wake up and come up with a plan.” 

  “When they wake up!? Your pussy must be molded from the gods if you fucked them to sleep.” 

  You groan as the balcony door opens and you nearly drop your phone. “Text you the deets, gotta go.” 

  You hear the tail end of a sentence as you hang up the phone. Dave is smirking at you as he leans in the doorway, dressed in his black boxers and nothing else.In the daylight he’s a marvel. His thick thighs that bracketed you between him. His defined waist and the small tuft of hair just below his belly button, his toned chest and that smirk he’s giving you because you realize you’re staring. 

  “See something you like?” His morning voice drops with want and you bite your lip as you nod your head. 

  He crosses his arms over his chest as he dips his chin. “Well I see something that belongs to me.” 

  “Oh sorry.” You gesture down at the shirt and your exposed thighs. “It was the first thing I saw.” 

  “I wasn’t talking about the shirt hummingbird.” He stalks toward you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pins you against the window. You’re too high up for anyone to see anything but his body shields you as he runs his hands along your thighs, dragging his shirt up with them. He dips his head as you wrap your arms around his neck bringing him into you. It’s so much better than that first kiss, it’s uninhibited as you moan into his mouth. The cool contrast of his hot hands and your body against the cool window is exhilarating. Frankie would be getting quite the show if he was awake. 

  You snake your hand down his chest to palm his cock through his boxers and he whimpers. The sound almost brings you to your knees. 

  You push him back gently as you glance over your shoulder…it would be selfish to wake Frankie and you certainly can’t fuck on this balcony, at least not the first time with him. Sensing your thoughts he pulls your chin to face him. “You want to take a shower?” Your words are still caught in your throat so you nod as he releases your chin. He takes your hand in his as you glance down at your phone. You blink twice seeing the time still counting down on the call. I thought I hung up? 

  You raise the phone to your ear and give him an apologetic smile. “Hello?”

  “So you’ll give me the details after the shower.” You give her a hushed yes as she laughs on the other end. “Molded from the gods.” 

  “Okay bye.” 

  ****

  You’re leaning against the bathroom wall admiring the way his back flexes as he turns on the water. Holding his hand under the stream until it’s the right temperature. In your haste last night you didn’t really get a chance to look around the room. The large ceiling to floor windows and the marble tiles. The crushed velvet couches and the large work desk. It’s the most expensive room you’ve ever been in. The large dual shower with the rain water setting makes it look so luxurious. You may be getting ahead of yourself but you could get used to this. 

  “As much as I love the way you look in my clothes, I need this off.” He steps in front of you, his large hands work the small buttons of his shirt as he pushes it down your shoulders. His hands are cold from the water and he sees you shiver as his fingers graze your exposed breast. His lips find your shoulder as the shirt falls to your feet. He leaves little open mouth kisses down your arm and across your chest as he backs you up into the shower, helping you over the small ledge so you don’t trip. 

  “Well I need those off if you’re going to join me.” You gesture at his boxers and he slowly drags them down his thighs as he holds your eye contact. It’s hard to concentrate on one thing as your eyes flit down to his cock settled heavy between his thighs. His hooded gaze as he stares you down, challenging you to stay focused. 

  He steps into your space, the steam rolling off him as he steps under the water. His hands find your waist as he pulls you into him, dipping his head to your neck as he breathes in your scent. The water cascading off his body onto yours as he holds you close. It’s pure torture as he teases you, his cock between your thighs as he grinds your hips into him, the tip just barely brushing against your clit makes you gasp and he catches it with his mouth over yours. 

  “Dave please.” You whimper as he uses your body and he chuckles against your mouth. 

  “Patience hummingbird…we’re supposed to be getting clean.” He’s enjoying this, the slow build of anticipation as he turns you to face the water. 

  He squeezes some of the fancy hotel soap in his palms that smells like tea tree and vanilla. His lathered hands work their way over your shoulders and across your rib cage as you lean back into his broad chest. You can feel him achingly hard against your back but he has all the patience in the world apparently. He cups your breast in one hand as he rolls your nipple between his fingers, reveling in the way you hiss through your teeth. 

  He’s got you so keyed up you forget that you have cards to play as well. 

  You reach back, stroking his length as he thrusts into your hand. You chuckle as he curses under his breath while you steadily work him over. “You want to play this game sweetheart?” He grits out as his hand travels south, one arm snaking around to trap you against him. 

  You’re pinned but you can still manage to move your wrist as he dips his fingers between your folds, rubbing your clit with his thumb. An inaudible sound escapes you and you clamp your hand over your mouth. 

  “Don’t be quiet now hummingbird.” He growls in your ear as he pumps his fingers in and out. He pulls your hand away from your mouth as you pant out his name. 

  “I don’t want to wake…fuck.” You try to gather yourself as he curls his fingers. “Frankie.” 

  “Oh honey you fucked Frankie already.” He taunts you as he takes you apart. His words and his actions have you on the precipice of your climax. 

  “Fuck I’m so close..” The wet sounds of your bodies rubbing against each other and the cascade of the shower have thoroughly disguised your eager onlooker. 

  “Come for him.” You gasp at the sound of Frankie’s voice as Dave chuckles in your ear. Your hand grips his wrist as you try to cling to the last bit of sanity you have left. He swallows your cries with his lips as your head falls back to his shoulder. Relishing in the way he has you wrapped up so tight against him. If not for his strong arms holding you up you’d be in a puddle on the tile floor. 

  The sound of the other shower springing to life registers as Dave whispers praises in your ear. These men are seemingly already in some kind of easy morning routine where they can peel all your layers back. It’s almost not fair how comfortable they are sharing you when you wanted them to squirm a little. But you asked for this. 

  Dave’s hands haven’t left your body as the steam builds clouding your vision. His fingers grip and pull at your waist as you feel the faint evidence of their hands on you from the night before. It’s like he’s burning his memory into you, not wanting to let you go for fear that this is all some dream. He spins you around and presses you against the cool tile wall. You gasp and he chuckles as he flashes those pearly white teeth at you.  The stark differences between him and Frankie have you reeling. You can tell he’s having too much fun playing with you as he stares at you with those deep brown eyes. The water drips off his dark hair as it rolls down the slope of his nose. He’s fucking beautiful.

  You don’t know which way is up as you brace your hands against his chest when he dives down to kiss your neck. You can hear a groan from across the room as he wraps your leg around his hip, angling it just so that he can continue his torturous teasing. The slick sound of Frankie working himself over as Dave glances back and bites down hard on his lip to keep from coming at the sight. 

  “How rude of me.” He pants out as he turns your body slightly, nearly lifting your other foot off the floor. “I’m blocking the view.” 

  You let out a soft moan as Frankie’s eyes bore into you while Dave stretches you open. Notching your thigh higher up on his waist as he rolls his hips into you. You just might pass out from the sensations as shivers rack your body. 

  “Dave…fuck, it’s so…” He takes the words out of your mouth as he picks up the pace, practically working in tandem as Frankie feverishly fists his cock. You struggle to keep your toes on the ground as the lewd sounds of your moans echo off the walls. 

  Dave slows his pace as he glances over his shoulder. “I bet he’s thinking about how fucking tight this pussy is.” 

  Fuck. Frankie thinks he might have died and gone to heaven or he’s getting dangerously close to passing out from the steam and exertion. He doesn’t want to come before you but the way Dave is whispering in your ear and pushing you against the wall, he’s not sure how much longer he’s gonna last. The ripples in his back as he flexes his muscles. The way he grips your thigh and the way your toes curl when he hits that spot deep inside. It’s better than any porn he’s ever watched. He knows what it feels like to be inside you, to know what it sounds like when you’re close to the edge. 

  Your mouth hangs agape against Dave’s arm as your eyes rove up and down Frankie’s body like it’s a work of art. You look like a similar figure as the water rolls off the both of you and you cling to him for dear life desperately trying to keep your eyes from rolling in the back of your head. 

  Dave’s lips meet yours in a soft and sweet kiss. A complete juxtaposition to the way he’s dismantling you before you’ve even had your morning coffee. 

  “I think he wants us to come first hummingbird.” He smirks at you as he leans in whispering in your ear. “Maybe next time you’ll let us fuck you together.” 

  Frankie doesn’t hear the last part, but he can hear you as you come apart for the second time. Dave’s strong arms holding you against the wall as he works you through it. He can see the brief stutter as he fills you up and that sends Frankie over the edge as he lets out a loud groan and spills onto the tile below. 

  You’re floating as a blast of cold water washes over you and you faintly hear Dave curse, or Frankie you’re not entirely sure at this point. Your nerves frayed and your body spent from the overstimulation. 

  ****

  Two sets of the saddest brown eyes are looking down at you when you come to. You’re wrapped in the fluffiest white robe you’ve ever seen in your life and seem to have been deposited back in the bed. The looks of horror turn to utter confusion when you start laughing at their still slightly damp appearance with matching white towels wrapped around their waist. 

  It’s like the beginning of a wet dream you’re sure you’ve had before, two gorgeous men, half naked standing before you and all you can do is manage a small smile to let them know you’re okay. 

  “Jesus Christ hermosa…you scared the shit out of me.” Dave quickly shoots him a look of disapproval and Frankie corrects his previous statement to “us.” He’ll have to get used to that of course. 

  “I’m so sorry, I got a little carried away.” The bed dips as Dave sits down next to you, cradling your head in his large palm. 

  You place your hand on the outside of his gently brushing your fingers along his knuckles. Hopefully reassuring him you’re perfectly alright. Better than alright in fact. “Don’t be sorry honey, that was amazing.” 

  He’s slightly more taken aback at the pet name. Perhaps the first time you’ve used one with him. He wants to relish in it but maybe you’re just delirious from nearly getting heat stroke, or maybe it’s just comforting to you. Either way he’ll never correct you. 

  “Don’t encourage him.” Frankie is still standing above you, looking less than amused. He hands you a glass of water as you sit up against the headboard. 

  “I seem to recall someone else encouraging as well.” You raise an eyebrow at him and he seems to concede defeat at that. He joins you on the other side and you feel pleasantly cozy, trapped between them. 

  Dave looks down at you slowly, as you start to close your eyes. “We’re gonna have to set some ground rules, seeing as though we almost killed her.” 

  Frankie just hums in approval as he glances down at you. 

  You’re just gonna rest a little more and hope Alicia isn’t too mad that you want to spend a few more moments in your penthouse paradise. 

  ****

  You can tell she wants to say something 

  You could always read your best friend like the back of your hand. It’s almost driving you nuts that she hasn’t said anything. Instead she just smiles at you as you walk hand in hand down to your favorite spot just near the edge of the water. The boys in tow behind you whispering to themselves, yet everytime you turn around they just offer you the same smile as if everything is perfectly normal. 

  To the outside world everything is. It's just two couples, setting up camp in the white sand on the perfect sunny day. The aquamarine waves gently kiss the shore, calling to you as you take off your swim cover up. Not missing the way Alicia’s eyes dart to a few forming bruises on your exposed body. 

  You shoot her a look of drop it and she concedes as she takes hers off and lays it out along the sand. She knows you won’t be joining her as you silently fall into your normal beach routine, her laying out in the sun as you walk towards the waters edge. 

  “So…is Po-I mean Santiago be joining us?” Frankie finally breaks the silence as he nervously adjusts his cap, glancing over to Dave who looks like he’s going to make a break for the water to join you. 

  “Nope.” She pats the sand on either side of her and you hope for their sake she at least had a goodnight.

  You turn your back to them and walk confidently toward the water until the warm sand starts to meet the waves and you dig your feet into the cold dense grit. The sound of the water as it gently kisses your calves and the seagulls above you are all you care about at this very moment. 

  ****

  “She looks happy.” 

  A firm statement Frankie can tell as Alicia keeps her eyes trained on you standing in the water. Dave glances over waiting for her to continue, not wanting to speak until he’s certain he’s supposed to. She has a protective air about her that he respects and also is genuinely terrified of. 

  They both know how fiercely you love each other and with that comes a lot more at stake. Frankie knows more so than Dave that Santiago and Alicia’s relationship thriving is directly tied to how they proceed. She would never put you through the torture of  continuing to date his best friend if things didn’t work out between the three of you. 

  “I don’t think either of us could come back from another heartbreak.” She picks up a small handful of sand and watches it fall like a slip of an hourglass. 

  “We don’t intend on breaking her heart.” Dave says as sincerely as he can without letting on his nervousness. 

  “I’m sure you don’t intend to…but you didn’t intend on lying and you both did a bang up job of  that already.” She levels him with a look and he opts to bite his tongue on that one. Frankie has the decency to look embarrassed even though Dave really should have come clean. 

  “Well consider that our first and last fuck up.” 

  You turn to them seated on the beach. Shielding the sun from your eyes with one hand and waving them over with the other. The brightest smile on your face as you silently plea for them to join you. 

  “I’ll consider it if you keep making her smile like that.” 

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Let’s talk about escapism.

In case of these two peculiar lovable dummies, escape from reality they face on daily basis (not to mention that those realities are also what both of them believe they deserve) is being with each other.

Both realities are quite different (which is the issue number one), and at this point, I believe we all know what those realities are.

However, when brought down to crisp clear simplicity: they both suffer from tremendous amounts of guilt and are both in trauma-induced, nerve-wracking, depressing state of survival mode. They understand each other very well, because it takes one to know one, but neither of them is allowed to see that. It is more of an instinct that they do not question in fear of breaking their little kaleidoscope image of a fantasy where they just are.

Means of escape in this case is sex, where both of them get to let go of that baggage for a while and ignore the existence of it altogether.

This tactic, no matter how enticing and addictive, is still just a means to an end, and it has a low shelf-life expectancy.

They are both aware, partially or subconsciously, of this engagement and are both unwilling to to let go of it because “You are the only thing that makes me feel alive and not just like I am surviving Hell.” (Literally)

BUT, as long as it’s not addressed head on, it is not real and it can’t hurt them, and as we already know — real things in their lives hurt them and are what makes them miserable.

Stolas is aware of that. He is way ahead of Blitz when it comes to that realization.

Stolas himself mentions the adoration and fear he has toward their escape method several times, in his songs.

Stolas not only knows he’s at risk of losing his escape method, but due to him bringing these feelings he had developed for Blitz forward into his reality, they suffocate him just like the rest of his life does. He has no capacities to rationalize it all, he has never healed. So he convinces himself, despite hope and reason, that Blitz doesn’t want the real him.

He had made this decision even before Blitz came in, whether he liked it or not. The spark Blitz brings into his life is far too small to battle the overbearing guilt of simply existing. He trained and fed that monster for years.

His hope sounds more like foolishness and naïveté to him, because “How can someone love me?”

So he leaves the situation before the conflict begins, because that is how he copes. He wants to escape the crashing “reality he deserves” (which is being all alone and sad), and no matter how much we know that’s not true, right now, Blitz is a part of that reality for good, not his escape method anymore.

Stolas’ image is all he has, and keeping himself composed is literally all he has left when he finally faces Blitz. When Blitz doesn’t allow him to leave, doesn’t understand why he is being “dismissed” and challenges him, the dam breaks and Stolas now forces him out to get some of his equilibrium back. That creates a whole new problem I cannot wait to see addressed in the future episodes. Stolas will most probably overcompensate for that last “show of weakness” in some way. Let’s remember: Blitz had never seen Stolas cry before, and honestly, I don’t think anyone who matters has.

On the other side, Blitz has the realization of “this is real” the moment Stolas offers him the crystal with no strings attached.

“I can always do better” said after Stolas had already placed his freedom on the palm of his hand is him asking not to be forced to face the fact that this is not just a fantasy world anymore.

“Keep it the way it was because that doesn’t hurt” might be the words to go by, and Blitz— no matter the fact that he hears exactly what Stolas is telling him and understands it, too — is now terrified.

Because Blitz is not good enough. He is not a reliable person. He is trash. He is at the bottom of the food chain. He is a murderer. A selfish, heartbreaking freak. He is a hypocrite and a pervert. He is undeserving of understanding, of comfort, of grace.

And that feeling of instant pain and rage you get when you read those words is exactly what he fights against each day while telling all those things to himself.

None of it true, yet Blitz believes it wholeheartedly.

He attempts to push that away again by slipping into the all-too-easy role play, into silly make believe, not because he is cruel, not because he is obtuse, but because he is desperate to keep the door to his escape route open. To keep the fantasy going, because he has no capacities to realize his feelings (or Stolas’ feelings) yet.

And when he is, yet again, cut off, is where the fight or flight kicks in and his inner voices start screaming.

There must be a real, tangible reason that Stolas is doing this. There must be some kind of an endgame that Blitz can understand. Blitz needs his equilibrium back now, and there’s the point of breaking.

Stolas is probably getting bored of him. Stolas now knows what he likes and that he can get it anywhere he wishes, so he is throwing Blitz away and trying to masquerade it as a kind gesture. And to Blitz, who takes pride in standing his ground and never backing down, who despises being looked down on and being pitied, this is absolutely infuriating. It is downright insulting.

Rage pours forth, and he is borderline incoherent, but everything he says is a precise image of what he thinks of himself first and what he wants Stolas to do second. There is nothing to land on however, Stolas is not his escape anymore, so when Blitz falls into anger, he burns to crisp and says things he doesn’t mean.

Escaping into Stolas was all too easy and he had taken it for granted — both of them had. Stolas shows this by, even for a moment, hoping Blitz would say “yes, I will stay” at the drop of a dime, and Blitz by expecting Stolas to take everything he dishes out, bear traps and insults included, and still want to be around him.

Neither of these things happen, neither gets to escape themselves. The spell is broken and now they are both hurt, they are both alone. They are equally at fault when it comes to that fight and they are equally overdue for facing their own demons. They were, at the end of the day, singing two different songs and there was no room for really understanding the other side when there’s already so many assumptions, insecurities, self-hatred and conclusions about what they had birthed from pain and previously accumulated fear.

We are not supposed to be told this straight up through the show. Neither of them is supposed to say this aloud because real life doesn’t work that way, and I love that. It is very raw and visceral and it is very well crafted.

As I said before, I will say it again: miscommunication in this episode was done flawlessly and I cannot wait to see how it all gets resolved.

[waldau]

hiii i saw that requests for a short drabble from the prompt list is open! i was wondering if you could do prompt 46 or 10 with anyone of the svt members<33

“A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.” + vernon

i can't get over f2l roommate vernon whoops. i chose prompt 10 since 46 was a bit sad :)

“vernon, did you find your airpods?”

“yes!” he calls out from the kitchen, voice muffled strangely. no doubt he’s once again made himself a breakfast of bread and jam. if only he’d listen to you once and let you make him a normal breakfast.

“what about your hoodie? the one chan borrowed four days ago?”

“he said he’s going to give it back to me today, don’t worry,” vernon says, rushing out of the kitchen and heading straight to where his shoes are. it’s a bit funny to see him this flustered. he’s always the calm and collected one between the two of you.

“oh, shit,” he curses, and you laugh when you see he’s put the wrong shoe on the wrong foot.“

“are we still on for today evening? to catch that re-run of avatar?”

“of course we are. but can you tell me why i chose this particular class?”

“script writing? are you seriously asking me that?”

he stands up and takes off his beanie, running a hand through his hair and putting it back on. “it’s not fun when i have to wake up this early and go to my class and you have to do…nothing.”

“you have way more thoughts than i do,” you say with a shrug. “makes sense you’d take this course.”

“well. thanks. see you by noon?”

“i’ll be right here,” you say, raising your hand for a fistbump. the usual.

vernon steps closer. at first you think he’s about to tell you something, but you feel a quick kiss pressed to your lips, gone as fast as it came. “bye.”

“vernon? what?”

he freezes the exact way you’re also frozen. you’re sure he didn’t meant to do that, given the way there’s an actual blush on his cheeks. you’ve never seen him blush at anything, and here he is, having just kissed you.

you’re not exactly upset with the fact that your very hot roommate you’ve had a crush on for a better part of the year has just kissed you goodbye. but it’s just crazy that it came to him so…naturally. there’s so many questions in your mind, honestly. yet you can’t help feel bad for vernon given the way he’s eyeing you and the door. he’s already late for his class by a few minutes.

“go,” you say. “we need to talk about this later.”

“you’re not…upset?”

“only if it was a mistake.”

“it wasn’t. it just…felt right.”

he’s speaking deadpan and it’s still the most romantic thing you’ve heard. you reach out to grab his collar, and his eyes widen. “do it again?”

he’s definitely been thinking about it for a while now, because he obliges.

[bomber-grl]

Leo Valdez x Child of Zeus⚡️

Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn!Reader

A/n: I used power inspo from the fanon wiki

When Leo saw you around camp he immediately thought you were hot

It’s just how Leo is 💀

He started asking about you but is actually hesitant to approach you because well

You’re intimidating as hell

Not to mention how most times when he sees you, you’re busy being the obvious leader and accomplishing what you need to do

It’s not until you run into Jason, your brother, at camp

From there you end up with the seven and so interacting with Leo became inevitable

But the very first conversation you had wasn’t exactly the best

Capture the flag was in session for the evening and you eagerly joined in

Unlucky for Leo though, he was also forced to join

On the side opposing yours

It wasn’t an unusual game as man made mechanisms sprung at you while being attacked by other campers

Leo just happened to be by his teams flag at the time

He wasn’t paying much attention and was just trying to tinker with the machines to pave a way out for himself

His reaction was delayed

Maybe he freezes or was entranced, you’d never know

But you came at him from above using your flight ability and tackle him, successfully retrieving the flag

The very conversation was only two words

You asking “ can I take that?” And him responding with a distracted “yes”

Once the games over and your victory was made clear your team began to gloat

At the same time Leos team was shitting on him and he was just there staring at you

You sorta thought his weirdness about it was cute, and you were sorta sorry about it and apologized

He was shocked u even talked to him and sorta just nodded

Since you became apart of the seven, you two began talking more

The next few conversations you had were started by you because although Leo was interested he knew he couldn’t trust his voice

Then you sorta forced your way into his inner circle

Not that he minded

You two became inseparable and Leo, as much as he loved you, he was scared of you

What caused this?

Well besides the fact that you were confident and good in anything you did

You also fought like no one he’s seen before

Even better than Jason, sorry not sorry

Maybe even Percy? Might be stretching it

But he was just shocked at how well you fought with your weapon of choice

Along with your powers too of course

Because of your godly parent zeus, you’re more athletic, agile, etc than the average demigod

So he can rely on you when you’re ambushed and doesn’t have to worry

Although he does kinda get insecure that he can’t protect you back

Just tell him it’s fine and reassure him

It’ll be ok

You can be a bit intense but Leo? I don’t think he minds at all

Honestly Leo does not know how he bagged a baddie but I mean 🤷

Since you’re a stereotypical child of Zeus then Leo being your boyfriend is quite a shock to anyone who finds out

Despite the shock you two balance each other out

Many people see you as this big deal and are often times scared of you even

But Leo is just so silly and goofy around you, it’s nice

I previously mentioned that Leo would get sort of insecure

He’s probably be a bit worried to some extent over his abilities to yours

Because although he’s decent, well that’s all he is in his eyes

So knowing that a good amount of people want you, well it doesn’t help

Just reassure him because blud will get caught up in his head

Especially since a lot of people he used to be into, wasn’t exactly into him

Although the pairing is a bit unlikely everyone you tell is happy for you two

Piper cheers him on and Jason congratulates him

[realchemistry]

About Maddie's reaction to ~the incident

One of the things I think is important to point out, because I haven't seen or read anyone talking about it, is Maddie's reaction when Buck told her the truth about the basketball incident. When Buck first arrived, she was all smiles, probably happy to have Buck there. Then she asked about how Eddie was doing and Buck said he hadn't talked to him because what happened on the basketball court was not an accident.

Buck confessed that he might have meant to hurt Eddie because he was pissed, felt left out, and he guessed he was trying to get Eddie's attention (I’m not gonna go Buddie here, but he legit literally said exactly this which !!!).

Her face started to morph, the change in her whole demeanor, the horror of it all... she was really really mad. I don't think JLH got the proper credit for it. It's truly remarkable, her face spoke volumes about everything that was going through her head at the moment. You could see Maddie thinking about her past, about Doug, about how he hurt her and the terrible ways in which he justified that behavior as she was telling Buck that you do not hurt people to get their attention and not to do it again.

The episode didn't make that connection explicit (they had her babbling about Sarahs instead, more on that in the last paragraph), and I KNOW that if roles were reversed, part of the fandom would've lost their mind, since they love to portray Eddie as violent and abusive towards Buck when there's nothing in canon to back that up, quite the opposite as of this episode actually. Since Eddie was the one who got hurt, it was no big deal, it was pretty much forgotten immediately after. I thought it was a huge deal, I thought tptb didn't really address how problematic that was. I thought the only one who reflected the gravity of the situation was Jen, maybe thanks to her character's past.

BTW, I don't think it's in character for Buck to do this, I think he does know better, and he really isn't and hasn't ever been the type to resort to violence. Having said that, that's what tptb decided to do on screen, maybe as a way to show he was struggling with his identity... But that’s kinda terrible, like, he’s confused at this point about his feelings so his first instinct is to harm his friend out of jealousy? Also, we didn't get to see anything else on the matter after. It was such an odd choice, tbh, cause yes, Buck and Eddie probably talked about it for a second and then made up offscreen, but to have a character be violent towards his friend just to push a storyline forward, a storyline about bisexuality of all things, disregarding everything about said character and then not acknowledging it... Some very bad choices were made. Once again, I think tptb prioritized moving the plot forward over making sense and that's just something I truly hate with my whole heart.

Characters cannot have their choices and actions dictated by the plot or, at least, it can't feel that way to the audience. That's just bad writing through and through. Tptb did this a lot this season, and I understand that time was pressing because of the strike and all, but they need to do better. They are professionals getting paid to do a job, the least they can do is actually make it all make sense for the fans and stay away from toxic portrayals of LGBTQ+ characters (Hen cheating, anyone?).

The whole story about the Sarahs was really kinda ridiculous, honestly, I think they just had to give Jen more to do but a follow up without it would've been much better. Of course, seeing as their intention was to completely ignore the gravity of the situation, they simply couldn't mention Doug at all cause that would've required Buck and Eddie discuss this seriously instead of completely forgetting about it.

[wistfulforstars]

For What It's Worth - Part 3

Rex x Reader

Summary: Rex goes to find his brother, and Fox, you've got some 'splainin to do (just kidding, he's a good big brother who's trying his best).

Warnings: reader is afab, discussions of violence, Rex is mad and sad, mature sexual content in later chapters, minors: get out

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“I can’t believe you dragged me here! Do you really think this was the best place to talk?” Rex hissed. He was rocking back and forth on his heels, swiveling his helmet this way and that at any approaching figures. There were a lot of them, and he was not supposed to be here. Strictly speaking.

Fox, on the other hand, was completely at ease guarding one of the many entrances to the Senate chamber. He stood at perfect attention, helmet impeccably poised, still managing to look bored.

“Please,” he responded, not even looking Rex’s way. “Do you know how many clones these politicians see every day? Do you know how many of them are too worried about their own crooked dealings to even notice us?”

Fox, to his credit, had answered Rex’s furious comm on their private channel right away. Almost as if he’d been waiting for it. The conversation had been typically short, but filled with a little bit more frustration than usual:

Rex: Why the hell didn’t you contact me?!

Fox: I take it you’re back on-planet.

Rex: YES I am on-fucking-planet! Do you have any idea of what I am going through right now?! Have you SEEN her?!

Fox: Come to the Senate building in an hour. Thire will be outside. He’ll direct you to me.

Rex: The Senate building?!

Fox: I’ll see you soon. Over and out.

He’d found his brother as instructed, and as it turned out, the Senate would be debating on several issues well into the night. Aides were running around, refreshments were being brought in, and nobody seemed to give a single care about the trooper loitering around in blue armor instead of red.

There was a lull in the bustling around them, and Fox finally tilted his head slightly toward his brother, “How is she?”

Rex let out a long breath. The long hours, lack of sleep, and pure fucking adrenaline of the day were starting to fray him around the edges, “I can’t stay long, Fox. She hasn’t woken up since I got back. Her friend says it's the medication…” I never thought I’d see her like that. She was so still and their fingerprints are still there, on her skin, on her neck, and I can’t…” He placed his hands on his hips, tilting his chin up and counting his breaths. 

Finally, he turned back to Fox, “Why didn’t you comm me?” Some of his previous ire began bleeding back into his voice.

Fox let out a sigh of his own, shoulders falling just the barest amount, “I tried, Rex. Multiple times. You were in hyperspace for a long while. Private comms just weren’t getting through. And I have to watch all my communications, going in or out. They screen the guard heavily for any breaches of conduct. I could only send one out about once per day, between shifts.”

Rex took one, two, three seconds and decided that he didn’t have the energy to yell at Fox for the shitty regulations they were both bound to. He crossed his arms and went to lean against the wall. It felt more like an exhausted slump instead. “Fine.”

“I got her out of there as fast as I could, I swear. Three troopers hit her location 8 minutes after she activated the distress signal.”

“I…I sure appreciate that, Fox. I do.”

“And,” Fox paused as a harried looking aide rushed by. “We’ve got those bastards booked with every charge we can stick to them. They aren’t getting out, not for a long time.”

Rex’s lip curled beneath his helmet. The last of his energy was rising up within him, fueled by worry and pure fucking anger, “I want to chat with them.”

“No.” And there was that note of finality in Fox’s voice. One Rex so often heard in his own. 

“Fox-”

“I said no, Rex. Don’t ask again. I am your brother, and I’m not letting you do something that’ll get you decommissioned.”

A low growl made its way past Rex’s clenched teeth, “And what would you do if it was your girl, brother? What if it were me letting you know that Ularen’s secretary was beaten senseless-”

“If I had a girl,” Fox turned fully towards him. “I would do anything to be there for her while she healed from something like that. I wouldn’t be running around giving the Republic an excuse to put me down.”

They stood, chest to chest, staring daggers at each other through their helmets. Finally, Fox raised his gloved hand and placed it on Rex’s shoulder, “Go. Be there when she wakes up. Take care of her while you can, and give her the guard’s best wishes. The boys who got to the scene are pretty worried about her.”

Rex hesitated, but despite his urge to put his fist through the senate’s beautiful, gilded walls, he gave a jerky nod and stepped back. But before he could turn away, Fox spoke up again.

“But…there’s something else you should know, and whatever you do, I don’t want you to blame yourself.”

Rex tilted his head, confused, “Blame myself? For what?”

Now it was Fox who was hesitating, “Judging on the crime scene and the language the creepy little fucks were spewing when we brought them in… we think the assault might have been…clone-related.”

Rex’s heart dropped into his stomach, “Clone-related.” It wasn’t a question, but he hoped desperately that this conversation wasn’t going where he thought it was. 

“She had a backpack, right? With a bunch of colorful, pro-clone messaging on it?”

Rex swallowed the lump in his throat. He would not cry. He would not scream. He would not grab his brother by the plastoid and throw him against the wall. “Spit it out, Fox.”

Fox fiddled with his utility belt, one of the only nervous tells he ever exhibited. “I took her statement at the hospital myself, once she woke up for the first time. I wanted to be there for her, for you, as much as I could. But she refused to confirm our suspicions. It was like she was trying to protect us, me and the boys, from the truth of it. So she may not admit it to you either. But Rex, that backpack, it was in shreds. They had a knife, and they slashed the hell out of it. They stomped on each button. And then they started going at her.”

Rex didn’t say anything. How could he? What response could he possibly have to, “Oh your girlfriend was targeted by bloodthirsty criminals because she dares to know you?”

“They weren’t exactly subtle in lock-up either,” Fox continued, as he fiddled more furiously with his belt. He pulled something crumpled from it and handed it over. “They were overheard by several guards talking about ‘that meat-droid whore.’”

Rex sucked in air through his teeth, eyes wide, at the awful words. Words that were spewed at you while they…

While they…

And a terrible thought he hadn’t considered before reared up in his mind. A sickening, visceral thought that had bile climbing up his throat. That meat droid whore, they’d said.

“Did they…” he swallowed, mouth dry, breath short. His knees were dangerously close to giving way. “Fox.. did they…”

But his brother grabbed both of his shoulders, practically keeping him upright on his own, “No, no they didn’t.” Fox ground out, slowly, firmly. “Rex, look at me. It was the first thing the medics checked for, the first thing I asked about for her statement. The shitcans destroyed her backpack, hurled verbal abuse, and beat her. That’s the extent of it, and it’s a bad extent, but nothing else happened beyond that.”

Rex, completely numb behind his helmet, nodded vaguely, stupidly. He flexed his dominant blaster hand, sore from clenching into a trembling fist. He was almost entirely out of strength, of will. Seeing you prone in bed had knocked most of it out of him. And now that he knew it was because of his presence in your life, because of your relationship…

He needed food other than the ration bar he inhaled that morning. He needed sleep, more than three consecutive hours of it. He needed you, pretty eyes open and soft voice drifting to his ear like a warm breeze. He felt like he might crumple into nothing inside his armor, might fall to the floor in the senate building and leave it to Fox to explain why…

“She needs you, Rex,” Fox’s voice reached him through the fog. He looked up into his brother’s helmet, so synonymous with his face by now that Rex felt he could read it like it was. He wondered if Fox could read his just the same.

He shook himself, ridding his brain of these sharp, drifting thoughts. There would be time for self hatred and despair. There always was. Right now, he owed it to you to be present. To care for you while you couldn’t care for yourself. 

The nature of your relationship, of its effect on your health, of its longevity, could all wait until later.

He straightened to attention, and Fox seemed to relax, “Thank you, brother. Thank you for getting her out of there.”

Fox nodded, “Of course. Anything you need, you just let me know.”

Rex turned to go, but threw back over his shoulder, “Oh, and Miss Secretary is doing well.”

A beat, a stiffening of shoulders, “I didn’t ask.”

Rex shook his head and started walking. That was one conundrum he didn’t have the energy for today.

He was halfway down the stairs to the senate building when he remembered the crumpled item in his hand. He glanced down, opening his palm, and nearly lost whatever control he had just regained. Stinging tears sprung up in the corner of his eyes.

Glaring up at him, cracked and damaged beyond repair, was the image of a helmet and a bright, cheeky slogan. 

Clones Do It Better.

[avonne-writes]

Your hs au college head canons sound sooooo angsty and good! I can’t wait to see what you do with them! While I was reading them, I couldn’t help but picturing like a scene where they each separately are talking with their new fiends who basically say something like “I’m surprised you two are together, you don’t seem like you are right for each other” which would add doubts for both of them because they are so used to people thinking they are such a perfect and sweet couple. And of course feeling those doubts causes more tension. And of course these friends only feel this way because they haven’t truly seen their relationship, only the way it’s been during this transition time. Ugh I love this kind of angst! Of course, only if it has a happy ending!

Hi dear! Thank you, I’m glad you like the headcanons.

Great addition, this 100% happens. Gale's friends would phrase it similarly to how you did, politely. They would go on to tell Gale that this happens to most high school sweethearts, and that a break-up doesn’t mean that the previous ~4 years were not meaningful or that they're bad memories. They try to comfort Gale. But they're not without fault either, because like you said, they don't know John and Gale's relationship super well and they see mostly the struggles in that first semester, so they encourage Gale to break up. They try to talk him down from investing more effort into the relationship.

But Bucky gets the short end of the stick here.

His social circle is made up mostly of his teammates. As you can imagine, some of those can be rude and extremely crass, boasting about their conquests and being hurtful out of mere ignorance. These guys would regularly poke fun at Bucky for the fact that he has never had sex with anyone but Gale. They'd say things like "don’t you wanna dip it somewhere else" and "how do you even know you're bi when you haven't even tried pussy". If he wants to skip a party, they whistle and boo at him that the missus has him whipped (this isn’t exclusive to him, they do it with everyone who goes home). Some might even try to comment on Gale, about his prettiness and how they'd tap that too. They think this is being inclusive but Bucky snaps and there's an altercation, and it takes a few days before the team dynamics reset again.

These are not Bucky's friends, just teammates. His actual friends within the team are much nicer, but they also echo some of the same sentiments. "Don’t you feel like you're missing out on something?" Bucky tries to keep most of this from Gale and he's not comfortable discussing his sex life with his mom, so the whole thing builds up in him. It doesn’t help that due to their issues, he and Gale don’t have sex that often or it just feels a bit off.

When he and Gale make up after their big fight, he tells Gale everything. Since this is exactly Gale's insecurity, Gale - much more gently this time than during the fight - tells him that he doesn’t want to hold Bucky back. It clearly pains him, but he even offers to do an open relationship for a while. But Bucky doesn’t want that, and he says it too. He snuggles close to Gale and basically just asks him to reassure him that it's okay not to want that. That it's okay to be with only one person and that they'll work on making sure neither of them regrets it in the future.

Gale is very pessimistic and thinks that's impossible, but at that point, he wants to help Bucky relax and he has the selfish desire to say yes too, so he tells Bucky that it's okay and that they will figure everything out. Ultimately, they do figure it out every time they struggle with something related to this, so Gale’s pessimistic fears don’t come true. And their sex life improves drastically after the fight. It’s the best it has ever been.

[fanficshiddles]

Eternally Mine, Chapter 12

When all the vampires were cleaned up, everyone congregated in the living room. Hannibal arrived too after nipping home to clean up first.

Chris had Louise tucked under his arm on the sofa, Jessica and Spencer were next to them. Loki sat on the smaller sofa with Claire on his lap, so Toshi and Severus could sit next to them. David, Hannibal and Matt took dining table chairs through to sit on.

Bat was on Toshi’s lap, she knew instantly that she was a cat mum so was of course naturally attracted to her the most. Toshi was beside herself when she met Bat, after hearing so much about her.

‘She’s even better than I imagined.’ Toshi said with the biggest smile.

Severus always smiled seeing her so happy, he had his arm draped around her shoulder and was giving Bat a stroke every now and then.

‘So, we figure that they definitely must have gotten inside the school during the fire alarm, or surely one of us would have smelled them.’ Jessica said.

‘I would think so. Who set off the alarm though?’ Matt asked.

‘It must’ve been someone already inside. Would there be any student that’s a relative or friend of a hunter?’ Claire asked.

‘There’s no relation to any student at all, I always thoroughly check through every student’s background when they start.’ Chris hummed.

‘And there wasn’t anyone strange there, or again, Chris certainly would’ve smelled them, right?’ David chimed in.

‘There was a stranger there.’ Hannibal commented. ‘And there still is.’ He then narrowed his eyes at Toshi.

Toshi had been looking at Bat, though was listening of course. Her eyes snapped up and she frowned. ‘What? Are you saying I did this?’ She hissed at him.

‘I’m saying, you’re the only one we don’t truly know. You’re a hunter, what if you’re playing both teams?’ Hannibal growled.

‘How dare you even insinuate that Toshi would do such a thing.’ Severus snarled and stood abruptly, he made a move towards Hannibal but David jumped up between them.

Hannibal smirked a little and shrugged. ‘I’m just saying. You might know her, but we don’t. She’s a hunter, could still be in talks with them. She’s the only suspect we have right now.’

Severus and Toshi were about to respond but Chris jumped up this time. ‘Enough, Hannibal.’ He barked at him. ‘Toshi is not against us. She has put her life on the line for us vampires numerous times, helping to save the school and everyone in it, when she doesn’t even have to. If anything, Toshi is the only one we can really trust without question.’

Hannibal glared at Chris but backed down. Severus reluctantly sat down again. Toshi knew that if Bat hadn’t been on her lap, she would’ve had a knife at Hannibal’s throat by now.

Chris knew that too, so he was glad that Bat was effectively keeping her pinned to the sofa so there wasn’t a blood shed in Loki’s living room.

‘Are you saying the rest of us are suspicious, then?’ Hannibal asked when Chris sat back down.

‘No. It wouldn’t make sense for vampires to go against their own kind. Though there was obviously someone inside the school that set off the alarm. I doubt we will ever know for sure, but I am going to get cameras installed in the school for the start of next term.’ Chris said firmly.

‘Good idea. At least then we will have footage and can keep a closer eye on everything.’ Loki hummed.

‘There will be cameras going in every room, so no more getting your kicks in class, lil' bro.’ Chris teased with a smirk.

Loki’s eyes widened and Claire’s cheeks turned a bit pink.

‘Or quickies in the cleaning supplies cupboard.’ Chris said as he looked over at Jessica and Spencer, who blushed and looked sheepish.

Matt nearly choked on his drink.

‘What is with you dirty, dirty teachers?’ Toshi laughed.

‘I bet you’d do the same if you worked at the school, you can’t possibly tell me that given the chance you and Severus wouldn’t be getting it on somewhere.’ Loki narrowed his eyes at them with a grin.

Toshi looked at Severus, who kept a straight face but shrugged. ‘I won’t lie... So I’m not going to say anything.’ He drawled.

Toshi giggled and looked back down at Bat, who was still purring happily.

‘I guess that means we need to send letters home to all students though, about the recordings?’ David asked.

‘It does.’ Chris nodded.

‘Sounds like a whole lot of paper work.’ Claire sighed.

‘I’ll sort it. I just need everyone safe.’ Chris said determinedly.

He felt Louise shuffle next to him as she tried to get in closer to him than she already was, he gave her side a squeeze. She was quiet, she was rather shy being around them all in this sort of setting. Though she felt safe, she knew she was.

Toshi then spoke up. ‘Severus and I were talking, perhaps you two should teach Claire and Louise a little self-defence? Just in-case?’ She said as she looked at Chris and Loki.

The guys both looked surprised, eyes widening.

‘Really? Do you think we need it?’ Claire asked, feeling a little more excited at the thought than she probably should, and Loki sensed that.

‘No, we can protect you both.’ Loki said, trying to dismiss the idea.

‘I know you are both capable of that, we all will look out for them of course. It just might help.’ Toshi continued.

Chris narrowed his eyes at Toshi. He wasn’t overly keen on the idea either like Loki, though he knew where Toshi was coming from.

‘It might not be a totally bad idea…’ Chris sighed.

‘You really think we might be in danger like that?’ Louise asked nervously.

‘Well… I’d hope not. Though I guess being around us, it does bring a little danger, yes.’ Chris said softly, not wanting to outright say that the hunters had essentially threatened her, but he didn’t want to completely lie to her either.

‘I understand if this is all too much for you.’ He said quietly.

‘No, it’s ok. This is nothing compared to… before.’ She smiled at him.

Chris squeezed her side again and reached over with his other hand to brush his thumb down her cheek.

Toshi noticed the interaction between the two, how soft Chris was for her. She was shocked though at what Chris then asked of her.

‘Would you teach Claire and Louise some moves?’ He asked Toshi.

Toshi’s eyebrows shot up, so did Loki’s.

‘Me?’

Chris nodded. ‘Loki and I know how to fight, but only in a vampire way. Plus, we just go in hard. You’re a woman, you’d be better with knowing what they’d be capable of. Plus, you're a human too. We don't need to worry about taking hits in the way that you do, you are more agile than us.’

‘Seriously?’ Loki asked Chris, shocked.

‘Completely serious.’ He nodded.

‘Well, if you want me to, I’d be happy to do so.’ Toshi said and she looked at Claire and Louise.

Louise nodded eagerly. ‘I’m keen.’

Claire looked at Loki, who shrugged. So she nodded eagerly as well. ‘I’m down for it.’

‘You’re far too excited at the thought of learning to fight.’ Loki growled and poked Claire in her side, making her giggle.

‘It’ll be fun! So bad-ass.’

Loki face-palmed at that. Though he knew if Chris trusted Toshi with Louise, then he knew that he could trust her with Claire, too.

‘Can I join? Just for the fun?’ Jessica asked with a grin.

‘Sure, why not.’ Toshi nodded.

‘Well, I’d say we really can trust Toshi. If Chris is letting her teach his girl, plus he hasn’t killed her for calling him a hound dog.’ David teased.

‘Oh yes, about that.’ Chris snarled and glared at Toshi.

Toshi burst out laughing. ‘I can’t believe you actually reacted instantly to that, too.’

‘I did not!’ Chris said quickly.

‘You so did.’ Loki chuckled.

‘Yep, I heard it too. Your head whipped round so fast I’m surprised you didn’t get whiplash.’ Spencer laughed.

Chris just huffed and grumbled.

Louise giggled at his side, so he turned and buried his face into her hair. Even if her scent drove him insane with lust and hunger, he found her scent also calmed him at the same time.

‘Well, I guess there’s not much more to discuss right now… Everyone, try and enjoy the holidays. Let’s see what happens over the next few weeks.’ Loki sighed.

Everyone mumbled in agreement. Of course they were all a little on edge and would be for a while, but they’d managed to take the hunters all out, so they knew they would handle it like they always did.

[weird-bookworm]

ꜱᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ ꜰᴏᴏʟ

a/n: ...i was supposed to complete and post this in october...this is inspired by svt's swimming fool though!

pairing: student!vernon x student!reader

genre: fluff, noni is Whipped lmao

word count: 1.5k~ (i think)

warnings: food?

hansol is expecting it to be a normal day. he's gonna go to college, chill with friends, study for a while, chill at home, sleep, and repeat.

what he isn’t expecting, is to lay his eyes on who he thinks is the prettiest person he has ever seen, early in the morning. he's still half asleep, doesn’t know what he's wearing (it was an atrocious combination of a polka dot t-shirt which wasn’t even his, along with red plaid pajamas, which he came to know about later, when minghao scolded him about burning his eyes), and is pretty sure looks quite a sight with his rowdy friends surrounding him and making enough noise to rival a construction site.

he stops in his tracks when he sees you across the road, dressed in a simple hoodie and sweats, chatting with who he assumes are your friends.

he is taken aback by how the world seemingly stops moving as soon as he notices you smile, as if he is underwater. but a small part of him appreciates the extra time it gave him to admire you.

“vernonie?” he feels a hand on his shoulder, and life around him resumes moving at its original speed, breaking him from his daze. “you okay?” vernon recognises the voice as soonyoung’s, and replies with a lame nod. what felt like minutes underwater turned out to be only a few seconds.

“yeah. yeah, i’m fine,” he mumbles, more to himself than anyone else, as he and his friends continue on their way to the college.

the very next week, hansol decides he can really kiss jeon wonwoo, because is that Pretty Girl with him and ohmygod are they coming here???

he had spent the entire week thinking about your smile, and the way your eyes had crinkled happily. how he had managed to notice that from so far away, he doesn't know, but what he does know is that he liked seeing that shine in your eyes. and then he had realised, with a start, that he wanted to be the reason for that shine in your eyes.

and now seeing you talking to wonwoo while making your way towards the table he and jihoon are occupying feels like a fever dream.

once again, he feels it— the world slowing down, all sounds muffling, everything eventually coming to almost a standstill. he can barely breathe after sucking in a deep lungful of air. his eyes are focused on your form, on the gentle grasp you have on your coffee cup, on the slight skip in your step, on the delicate shape of your lips as they form a word he can’t hear.

“—ol! hansol! vernon! chwe hansol!” jihoon’s voice is quiet but harsh, and the smack he delivers to hansol’s head is harsher still. hansol fumbles and sits straight, acting as if wasn't just been doing an impression of a goldfish out of water.

“what’re you looking at?” jihoon turns around to see wonwoo with you, “i don’t think wonwoo is that much of a distration? …i hope?” he raises an enquiring eyebrow at hansol. the younger turnes a nice shade of red and shakes his head as if his life depends on it.

“i-i wasn’t looking at wonwoo hyung, i swear! i was—” he is lost again, this train of thought disappearing into thin air as his mouth melts into a fond smile. jihoon turns again and things finally click into place. he has seen you around before, either in corridors or chatting with wonwoo. he has to admit that you were quite pretty, but seeing the usually laid back hansol this lovestruck, specially for someone he doesn't know, is something he had never thought he'd see in this lifetime.

hansol is still in shock when he gets home after college. his brain feels like its slowly drowning and taking its sweet time processing anything. He thinks about how he got through the day purely on muscle memory, secretly glad he hadn't come across any of his friends after his linguistics class.

he has never been so glad to have taken that extra class this semester, despite knowing that he was purely doing it for extra credit and nothing more. he had somehow never noticed you in the class, probably because he was often busy sleeping or trying to stay awake with music blasting through his headphones until he felt like his brain was rattling in its cavity.

it was one of those rare days when he was actually awake and well rested (boo seungkwan, you are a godsend, he thought back to the night before, as his best friend had stormed in late at night with his copy of the key, americano in his hand, annoyance on his face and only one mission on his mind— make hansol sleep for once). as soon as he entered the classroom, his eyes wandered to your sleepy figure at the back of the class, visibly desperate to stay awake.

his eyes scanned the area, quickly finding an empty seat near you, his feet automatically moving to it before his brain could catch up.

just as he decided that this, uh, infatuation was getting out of hand, the professor loudly entered the room, excitedly announcing that he had finally decided the partners for the project. hansol had no idea what project was being talked about, but he had an inkling that his doubts would be very quickly answered.

the professor didn't wait for an answer or acknowledge the curious murmur that went through the class, but proceeded to announce the pairs. hansol wasn't really paying attention, but as soon as he heard his name he strained his years to hear his partner's next's name.

"chwe hansol with l/n y/n," hansol looked around to see if you could find anyone with the name y/n, only to see your darting eyes as you scanned the class like a meerkat. your eyes fell on him and it happened once again— hansol concluded that the sheer amount of times this had happened was ridiculously alarming, but what scared him more was that he didn't wanted to stop.

the feeling of being submerged underwater was strangely nice and instead of feeling like he was drowning, it just felt like he was overwhelmed with a sweet feeling and the world was giving him a way to cope with it.

but you must've made a sudden movement, because the next thing he knew, he was broken out of his reverie, not quite realising how dramatic his next inhale sounded.

he thinks about this for the hundredth time, this time on his bed with his head in his hands, wondering how he supposed to face you again. he silently curses the professor for making this project a sixth of the final grade.

he throws himself on the bed, splayed out like a dead starfish this time, and sighs. he doesn't want to think about how he made a fool of himself by stuttering and stammering when you asked for his name and number after his comical realisation of being partnered with you. he instead chooses to revel in the comfort of the fact that he now not only knows your name, but also has your number.

sitting up straight, he fumbles with his phone and calls seungkwan to rant about his new crush. he feels like a child again and believe it or not, he quite likes the feeling of being silly.

[artssslut2]

Not What He’s Made For

Summary: while art is away for a match you and Patrick have a heart to heart as he takes care of you.

Part 3 of Something’s missing or standalone

I Told you it would happen (previous)

Patrick Zweig x Art Donaldson x reader

It had been a few weeks since you found out you were pregnant. Things weren’t going as good as you’d hoped but they also weren’t as bad as they could be. You were sick every morning but it usually got better as the day went on, however you were always so exhausted you mainly just laid him bed and slept all day. Art had to force himself to leave for training every morning, he absolutely hated leaving you when you were sick. Art was always there when you needed him, holding back your hair, making you soup, bringing you anything you needed or wanted. He was able to come home early some days and he was always close by because the courts were close to your guys house. However art had a match coming up that was a few hours away from where you lived. He really didn’t want to go, he knew he had to or he would fall in the rankings fast.

“I’ll be fine Art I promise” you assured him facing him in bed the night before he left. He stroked your hair,

“You say the word and I will skip it” he told you meaningfully

“Your going, end of story. It’s only for one night you will be back in 48 hours”

“I know that, but I want to be here for you, I feel like I’m already being a bad dad” he mumbled looking away from you. You felt your heart break as he told you, he was the farthest things from a bad father or husband.

“Art you’ve done everything for me for a month, you are not being a bad dad at all. You have to do this it’s work, and when I feel better I will start coming with you again so we don’t have to be apart. I know your gonna be the best dad baby.” You wrapped your hand around his neck playing with his hair. He looked at you, you could tell he was still upset,

“Still I can’t stop worrying that I’m gonna disappoint you and the baby. I’m gonna have to travel and miss things and I don’t want that.” He told you his voice cracking a little

“Your not disappointing anyone. Do you know how proud you make me when I watch you play? A-and we talked about this for years, we can all travel with you, our baby is gonna get to see so many places and watch his dad kick everyone’s ass on the court. We can even homeschool him if your still playing when he has to start school. We are all in this together okay?” You promised him touching your forehead to his. He smiled kissing your nose.

“I love you a lot you know, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“Yeah I’m pretty amazing aren’t I?” You chuckled as did he, Art pulled you in for a kiss. You felt him pull away slowly and look at you

“He?” He asked tilting his head, even though you didn’t know the genre yet you had a hunch,

“Just a hunch.” You smiled “why do you not agree?” You asked

“It’s definitely a girl” Your husband disagreed smiling, placing a hand on your stomach. Your heart swelled thinking about Art with your baby, you both slept peacefully through the whole night. Arts hand was always on your belly even when he was sleeping. There wasn’t even a bump yet but he always needed to be holding it. His love language is definitely physical touch even more so now.

Art left at four in the morning trying not to wake you up but he did, he made sure to ask one more time if he should stay. You couldn’t fall back asleep so you watched tv until around eight am when the door opened. You shot up into a sitting position as a wave of fear ran through your body. Who was in your house this early? With a key?

“Y/n?” You here a similar voice call out, you relaxed hearing Patrick’s voice. He barged into your bedroom like it was his

“Patrick what are you doing here? Don’t you have training?” You questioned

“It’s Saturday! You really think art would let you stay here alone?” You chucked to yourself. He said starting to open the brown paper bag revealing your favorite food,

“Here I brought you y/f/f” he handed you a box, one whiff of what used to be your favorite food was now making you gag, you ran into the bathroom barely making it, Patrick followed equally confused and worried. You started throwing up into the toilet Patrick rushed and tried to grab your hair he only grabbed a chunk. This made you miss Art he had it down to a science, he knew exactly what to do, how to pull your hair back and run your back. All the sudden a huge wave of emotions comes over you and you start to violently sob into the toilet bowl.

“What? What?! What’s happening y/n?!” Patrick yelled over your sobs, this whole situation extreamly chaotic.

“I-I miss Art” you sobbed almost comically Patrick had no idea what to do

“Uh uh well I can call him?” He stuttered panicking

“No! You can’t call Art! He has to focus on his match! A- and I can’t I-“ you cut yourself off with your own crying

“Um- mabye” Patrick wasn’t used to dealing with women in this state he was in way above his head. He hesitated sitting by you gently pulling you into him. You melted into him sobbing into his chest definitely getting snot all over his shirt. This was the first time hormones had really hit you. Patrick just sat with you until you cried yourself to sleep then he carried you to bed and sat on the floor in your room making sure you were okay.

When you woke up it was night, you had slept all day. This pregnancy was starting to make you feel crazy. The morning was a blur, you rubbed your eyes seeing Patrick in the corner of your room on the floor

“Pat? Have your been here the whole time?” You asked still groggy,

“Yeah” he nodded, “Art wanted me to give him half an hour updates. And I wanted to make sure you were okay, I’ve never seen you… or anyone cry like that before” he said walking on eggshells, you half heartedly laughed wondering if your mood swings would get worse.

“What do you want for dinner? We could order a pizza?” Patrick suggested standing up from the floor, the thought of greasy pizza making you feel sick, you swallowed

“Can we talk about something else?” You said through gritted teeth, Patrick got the message

“Yeah, sure. Uhm…” Patrick definitely felt uncomfortable, he didn’t know what to say he felt like you were dying or something. You and Patrick were very close like brother and sister. You had never seen him so cautious?

“Tell me about you and y/f/n” you smirked and watched Patrick turn a little red

“Oh cmon y\N” Patrick whined sitting on the bed with you clearly embarrassed

“Please you’ve said like three things about her and I know you guys have been seeing each other a lot lately” you begged Patrick shook his head, “ do you want me to cry again?” You asked him with puppy dog eyes,

“Fineeee, what do you want to know?” You clapped sitting up

“Is it serious?” You asked, Patrick never saw the same girl more than a week or two and it’s been a almost two months.

“Uh I mean I don’t know” he said rubbing his neck,

“What? How can you not know?”

“I’ve never been in something like this, I really like her it’s not just sex. I like spending time with her like I really like it” he blushed still embarrassed,

“So it’s serious? Do you love her?” You asked looking at him. His expression softened, he had a light smile growing on his face he didn’t say anything.

“You love her!” You beamed grabbing his arm “your in love!”

“Wait now I don’t know y/n” he tried reasoning with you

“You do know. You love her” you smiled, Patrick looked concerned

“What if I’m not good for this?” He asked changing the tone of the conversation. “All this, being with someone like this I just don’t think it’s what I’m good for” you waited a minute thinking about what he was saying

“Well do you want to be good for it?” You asked

“ yeah. Yes I do. Someday at least” he hesitated looking back at you. “But you and art make it look so easy” he admitted, you smiled to yourself

“It’s not though, a relationship isn’t ever easy you just have to find a person you don’t mind doing the hard parts with. Art and I have bad days too but we love each other enough to move past them. Can you do that with her?” You asked

“I really think I could. I-I do love her. I just want to be good at all the boyfriend stuff you know”

“Patrick come on, you held my hair back when I barfed carried me to bed and watched me sleep to make sure I was okay. And I’m not even the girl your in love with.” You chuckled and so did he

“Mabye your right” He said thinking out loud

“Of course I’m right Pat” you laughed, just then you heard the door open then saw a tired Art walk into the bedroom

“What are you doing here?!” You smiled opening your arms for him, he came over to you falling into them half laying on top of you.

“You weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow morning” you asked still surprised

“I changed my flight I didn’t want to leave you any longer than I had too” he said clearly ready to pass out, You held him tight realizing you slept though his match

“How did the match go, I must have missed it I’m sorry”

“He played great” Patrick chimes in, you smiled into Arts hair kissing his head you felt him smile into your shoulder. Patrick yawned

“It’s late I’m staying in the guest room” he said tiredly walking out the door, the guest room only had an air mattress in it at the moment, you planned to make it a nursery

“Hey don’t get to comfortable, we have someone moving in there soon” Art yelled to Patrick, then looked up at you

“Missed you” he smiled “you too” he said leaning down kissing your stomach you smiled playing with his hair. He updated the baby on how his match was and apologized for having to leave. Then he fell asleep in his clothes and neither of you moved the rest of the night.

[bloody-bee-tea]

June of (minimal) Doom 2024 Day 14 - What were you thinking?

Suguru isn’t sure how it happens but one moment everything is fine and the next it’s most decidedly not.

He’s out with Shoko and Satoru–the plan is to waste some time and get dinner–and he doesn’t remember where the guy came from, but while Shoko and he go to get some snacks for the three of them, someone approaches Satoru and starts talking to him.

Shoko brings him to Suguru’s attention, a knowing smirk on her face and Suguru has to admit that he hates random strangers talking to Satoru but at that point it’s still fine.

It’s all fine and fun right until Satoru smiles at the guy, and it’s not any smile. No, it’s the bright, happy one, the one Suguru loves the most and that random strangers don’t usually get. 

And from that moment on things go a little bit hazy, because one second Suguru is standing in line with Shoko and Satoru is happily chatting away with the stranger and the next, Suguru is right next to Satoru and the stranger is on the ground.

Going by the pounding of Suguru’s hand, the guy is there because Suguru punched him in the face.

“Suguru!” Satoru gasps out, clinging to his arm and dragging him away from the stranger.

Suguru snarls at the guy and he only calms down again when Satoru steps into his line of sight.

“Are you okay?” Satoru asks him, his hands roaming over Suguru’s arms as if he needs to calm him down and a vicious part of Suguru is pleased that Satoru doesn’t spare a single thought for the guy, who is still on the ground, but gradually finding his bearings again.

“What the fuck, man,” he mutters, as he slowly pushes himself up and he glares at Suguru. “The hell is your problem?”

“Guys,” Shoko mildly says, stepping between them, “why don’t we all calm down?”

“I’m not the one who needs to calm down,” the guy spits out. “I know that uniform. You freaks go to that religious school on the hill.”

“So?” Satoru asks, not taking his hands off Suguru. 

“I’m just saying that this will not be the last you hear of me. That was assault and I am going to press charges,” the guy hisses at them and then turns away.

Suguru is quite happy to see him walk away and not even the fact that he just attacked a random stranger completely unprovoked can overpower that.

“Let me see your hand,” Shoko says, once the guy is gone and when Suguru is just a tad too slow to raise it for her to inspect, Satoru helps him along by lifting Suguru’s hand for him.

“It doesn’t look bad,” Satoru says, inspecting the knuckles which are thankfully not split but now that the adrenaline is fading, the dull throbbing sets in.

It’s been a while since Suguru felt that outside of sparring and he can’t say that he’s proud of what he did.

It’s just–that smile is supposed to be his.

He groans when the irrationality of his thought fully hits him but thankfully both Satoru and Shoko simply assume that it’s because of the pain.

“Nothing’s broken,” Shoko says after a moment and Suguru can feel her healing the already forming bruise anyway. “That’s taken care of now. I suggest we leave this place, before anyone has the brilliant idea to call the cops.”

In all honesty, it’s a wonder that no one has done that so far and so Suguru is quick to nod. The sooner they get back to campus the better, he thinks and he’s not looking forward to the talk he’ll have to have with Yaga once the school gets informed about this.

Which is sooner than any of them would have thought, because when they walk up the stairs, Yaga is already waiting for them. 

“Geto, a word,” he stiffly says and Suguru sighs, waving Satoru and his concerned look off.

“It’ll be fine,” Suguru mutters, watching how Shoko quickly slips away and he wishes Satoru would do the same. 

It’s not as if he can help with this–Suguru did fuck up after all–and having him there is kind of setting Suguru on edge.

“You sure?” Satoru asks, glaring at Yaga as if that would make him go easier on Suguru and Suguru gently pushes him towards their rooms.

“Just go,” Suguru sighs out and with one last glare at Yaga Satoru walks away as well.

“Sure, sir,” Suguru says to Yaga once he’s certain that Satoru won’t just come back and Yaga leads him to his office.

Suguru can probably count himself lucky that Yaga is the one to handle this; if it went all the way up to the principal or even the elders Suguru would probably be fucked.

“I received a very concerning phone call just now,” Yaga starts with as if they both don’t know just why exactly Suguru is here in the first place.

“Can we skip all this?” Suguru tiredly asks and Yaga huffs out a breath.

“What were you thinking?” he wants to know and Suguru shrugs.

It’s not as if it was a conscious action; one moment he was standing in line with Shoko and the next the guy was already on the ground. Suguru hadn’t planned it.

“Couldn’t say,” he finally admits and it seems to be the wrong thing to say because Yaga’s face falls.

“We can’t just ignore that. If you could give us a reason why then maybe–”

“There isn’t one,” Suguru interrupts him. 

Not one he wants to tell him, anyway.

Yaga takes another deep breath.

“Can you lie about that, maybe? Say he attacked you first? Acted inappropriately towards you guys?”

“And then the dozen witnesses refute it and where does that leave us? Just–tell me what’s going to happen now,” Suguru says, suddenly tired to the bones. 

He’s going to get punished for this, there’s no way around that but his status as a special grade sorcerer will prevent them from kicking him out entirely, he knows that. They simply cannot afford to lose him.

“I could talk him down from pressing charges against you but in return you’ll basically be put on house arrest for two weeks. You’re not allowed to leave campus for any unofficial business. Missions will be reduced to twice a week.”

That’s basically as if they are sending him on holiday, Suguru muses and then frowns at Yaga.

“And?” 

“And what? You want there to be more?”

“No, but–there isn’t more?”

“There isn’t more,” Yaga confirms and going by the look on his face he damn well knows that this is more like a reward than a real punishment for Suguru. 

“Fine by me, then,” Suguru agrees with a shrug. “Starting today?”

“Starting today,” he nods. “We will have a talk about what is acceptable behaviour and what is not, but that is for a future date,” he then informs him, which is more like what Suguru expected, and then shoos Suguru out of his office.

Suguru takes a deep breath once he’s outside and wonders if he’ll have to come clean to Yaga about why he did what he did. He hopes not. He could do without the mortification of admitting that he lost his cool because someone was flirting with Satoru and he guesses Yaga could do without that knowledge as well.

Suguru himself could do without that knowledge, because he thought he had a good handle on his feelings and today just showed him that that couldn’t be further from the truth.

And that’s just like a slap to the face.

Suguru is so ready to forget all about today and simply bury his head in his pillow and so he absolutely does not appreciate the fact that Satoru is in his room, clearly waiting for him to come back. Really, Satoru is the absolute last person he wants to see right now, but of course he doesn’t get a say in this.

“Suguru!” Satoru exclaims once Suguru is fully inside and before Suguru can even find his voice Satoru is right by his side. “What’s the verdict?” 

“Nothing, really,” Suguru sighs out and avoids looking at Satoru. “There will be a talk about inappropriate behaviour and I’m on house arrest for two weeks, with only four allowed missions and that’s it.”

“You’re getting a break,” Satoru sums up and Suguru shrugs.

“Maybe Yaga thinks I’m about to break or go berserk on them, what do I know,” Suguru mutters and shuffles over to the bed, dropping down face-first just like he planned to.

Not even Satoru can stop him from suffocating himself like this, he thinks, and is then proven wrong almost instantaneously because Satoru turns him around.

“Why did you do it?” he asks and this is what Suguru feared.

He didn’t have time to think it over, to come up with a believable lie yet and so he simply stares at Satoru.

“Did you know him?” Satoru tries and Suguru shakes his head, making Satoru frown. “Did he give you bad vibes, then? Did you see him do something before?”

“No, Satoru,” Suguru mutters and is yet again stopped when he tries to turn back around. 

“But–you never act like that,” Satoru softly says, his hands still resting on Suguru’s shoulder and arm. “You always think things through. There must have been a reason.”

“Surprise, Satoru, I don’t always act rational.”

“Okay,” Satoru slowly says and the thoughtful look on Satoru’s face sets him on edge. “Then what made you act so irrational?”

“Nothing,” Suguru tries, even though he knows that he’s not getting out of this anymore. 

He knows that look on Satoru’s face; it’s his ‘I’m going to figure this shit out’ look and so far there hasn’t been a single instance where it wasn’t true.

So Suguru is all out of luck here. Still, he has to try.

“Suguru.”

“Satoru.”

“Stop that and tell me what made you act like that! Did you just not like him?”

“Yeah,” Suguru agrees. “I hate his guts.”

Which might be a little bit dramatic, but it’s not a lie. That guy got the special smile from Satoru and that instantly puts him on Suguru’s hate list.

“Why though? You said you don’t know him. How can you hate him then?”

“Do you not ever meet people you instantly hate?” Suguru shoots back because maybe Satoru will believe that it’s that easy.

“Sure, I do, but I don’t usually punch them in the face,” Satoru huffs out and pokes Suguru’s side. “Come on, tell me. You’re always so calm and collected and I have never seen you act this irrational before, so tell me, tell me, tell me.”

“Maybe I just can’t think straight when it comes to you,” Suguru finally snaps out, slapping Satoru’s prodding fingers away and he does not enjoy the flash of hurt that passes over Satoru’s face or the way he goes still where he sits.

“Huh? But I–didn’t even do anything!”

“Yeah, right,” Suguru mutters, putting a hand over his eyes. “Can we just–leave it, Satoru?”

“No, we cannot! What do you mean you can’t think straight when it comes to me? How is this even my fault?”

“You’re the one who smiled at him, so of course it’s your fault,” Suguru mutters and he doesn’t dare to lift his hand. 

He absolutely does not want to see the look on Satoru’s face.

“What is that supposed to mean? You’re always nagging me to be more polite to people and now when I am you go berserk? What the hell, Suguru?”

“Yes, you need to be more polite but not to people who fucking flirt with you, Satoru!”

Suguru immediately snaps his mouth shut but of course it’s far too late. The words are out there now and there’s no taking it back.

“He–was what?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb now, Satoru, of course he was flirting with you!”

There’s a beat of silence and Suguru still doesn’t dare to take his hand off his face.

“What does it matter to you if he flirts with me?” Satoru finally asks, his voice quiet and hurt and Suguru feels like dirt for making him sound like that.

“I guess it shouldn’t,” Suguru mutters and then turns on his side, more stubbornly this time so Satoru can’t turn him back around should he try again.

Which he doesn’t and Suguru refuses to let that sting.

“Why did–what gave you the impression I was amenable to his flirting?” Satoru wants to know after a moment and Suguru closes his eyes. 

He guesses it doesn’t matter anymore, he already said too much anyway and it’s best to be entirely honest now. He’s losing Satoru anyway, so it’s not going to make a difference.

“Your smile. That special one, that makes your face go all soft,” he admits and he hates that some rando on the street got that one. 

It’s supposed to be Suguru’s smile.

“You usually only smile like that at me.”

That makes Satoru laugh.

“You’re such an idiot, Suguru,” he chuckles out and anger and shame are warrying in Suguru’s chest. 

“Great. Can you leave now?” he asks and curls up small in his bed. 

He’s so entirely done with this day.

“No,” Satoru decidedly says and Suguru stiffens when he climbs fully on the bed and curls around Suguru. “If you think that smile means I’m open to flirting then you’re a real fucking idiot, Geto Suguru,” Satoru says again and nuzzles Suguru’s neck. “Because I smile like that all the time at you and not once have you flirted with me.”

That makes Suguru freeze. 

“What?” he breathes out because surely Satoru isn’t implying what Suguru thinks he is.

“You heard me, Suguru.”

“You want me to flirt with you,” Suguru repeats because this cannot be real.

“I actually want you to confess your undying love for me and then ask me out on a date, but sure, let’s go with flirting for now,” Satoru huffs out and presses his lips to the skin on Suguru’s neck.

“I–fuck,” Suguru hisses and wriggles in Satoru’s arms until he can turn around. 

He falters for a moment when he is met with that same soft smile he loves so much and everything finally clicks into place for him.

“I love you. Go on a date with me,” he rushes out as if Satoru could change his mind if he takes too long to say it and it only makes the smile grow bigger.

“Only if you promise to continue to be a possessive, jealous asshole. Otherwise I have to decline,” he cheekily says and Suguru can feel himself go bright red in the face.

“That was–I didn’t mean to–”

“Oh, yes, you meant to,” Satoru laughs out. “And I’m into it. So do it more.” He pauses for a moment. “Maybe not the physical assault part, cause I don’t like it when you get in trouble, but the possessive part? Big fan of that.”

“Satoru,” Suguru groans out and Satoru peppers his face with kisses.

“Does take-out and a movie here count as a date?” Satoru asks once he apparently deems every inch of Suguru’s face kissed.

“We can just–” Suguru trails off, his punishment slamming back into him.

“No, we really can’t, because I’m not waiting two weeks for my date.”

“Then yes. It counts,” Suguru is quick to agree and is being rewarded with a real kiss for it.

“Alright. I’ll get the menu, you decide on a movie and we’ll have our date right the fuck now,” Satoru decides, an excited glint in his eyes and Suguru faintly thinks that he really shouldn’t be rewarded like this for his unacceptable behaviour but he’s sure as hell not going to complain.

“I love you,” he whispers out and pulls Satoru into another kiss before he can get up and maybe he shouldn’t have because it’s a while before Satoru finally manages to get off the bed.

Not that either of them mind.

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 9

don’t look back. remember? this is all we need.

if we kiss, you’ll be healed.

it’s not real. you just need someone to save.

could you at least wait until i’m gone?

everyone’s scared of something.

words just kind of fall out of my mouth sometimes.

it’s hot, sexy, heroic.

i took the blame to protect you.

this whole time, i’ve been trying to prove myself. prove that i belong. that i’m tough enough, strong enough. 

i care about you so much, but it just doesn’t feel the same as it used to.

by the way, now would be an excellent time to have a reliable therapist.

if even one person sees you, you don’t count as invisible anymore.

i give, like, a huge fuck. i give the biggest fuck.

i know we’re family.

i’m actually dealing with life or death things right now.

do you think i wanna be like this?

i suffer from anxiety and dread.

you have no idea what i’ve given up to protect you.

i will never find a new you.

i’d give you anything, because i love you.

if you’re in that much of a hurry to fucking die, you should just go and do it.

the second we stop looking for answers, that’s when we lose. 

we could’ve died. there’s no way we could’ve survived that.

i don’t wanna find out who i am without you.

we could be anywhere, i mean we could be here, we could be there, we could be anywhere in the world, but it would not matter, because you are my home. and i would really like to be yours.

you’re pretty when you smile.

maybe nothing’s ever gone.

i have to remind myself to breathe sometimes.

who doesn’t want easy? who doesn’t want to just fucking be okay?

i’ve never been more scared before. i’ve also never felt more alive.

being ready and being nervous aren’t mutually exclusive.

i respect you. you don’t take shit from anyone, including me. which is very cool.

i didn’t think you’d be the type to be into sharing your feelings.

when we had sex, it didn’t mean anything. it was a mistake.

a final girl must have a high threshold for pain.

i lost my mind for a couple of days. it just felt good to have a distraction. 

whenever i see some filth, i think of you.

the universe decided to drop a reminder of my greatest failure on my doorstep.

always focusing on someone else’s problem makes it easier to ignore your own.

i always knew that there was a part of you that i could never touch.

the best that i could do was love you and hope that that was enough to keep you here.

i’ve only ever done my best to save lives.

do not talk to me about pain.

it’s broken. i’m broken. and i can’t fix it.

you said we were a family. you lied. 

i’d play the hero ten times over if it meant being here with all of you.

so, as it turns out, my life is wherever you are.

try to concentrate on everything you have waiting for you when you get out of here.

you have someone waiting for you. i do not.

yeah i fucked up, but i did it my way.

it’s real, and i’m fucking terrified.

i’m doing way worse than sending nudes.

i can just radically accept that my mom is a cunt.

i’m like obsessed with being cool and popular. it’s fucking pathetic.

i think shitty things keep happening because i’ve been a self-centered asshole.

she’s mean to me. am i into that?

you’re just jealous because someone actually loves me.

i’ve never been this close to someone i’m not hooking up with. i just have a fucked up sense of intimacy.

you always make loving me seem like the easiest thing in the world.

it’s exhausting to lose a loved one.

she’s really great. she’s so great it scares the shit out of me.

am i being shitty? i don’t wanna be shitty.

being back in that house just reminds me i’ve always felt really, really lonely here.

talking about you ain’t making it about you.

everyone stares at me. i’m famous.

we don’t really have a great relationship just ‘cause of the whole ‘dead’ thing.

i don’t wanna be here anymore. i wanna be where you are.

so you’re mad at me for pushing you to be better?

i wanted to be here with you, ‘cause you’re in my head.

your superpower is that you’re shameless.

it’s not the end of the world. it’s just the beginning.

i know you. you’re already making decisions out of fear.

you said you needed me.

i wanted to do it with you.

so you’re willing to lose me, too?

i uprooted my entire life for you. i put you first because i care about you. i can’t believe you won’t do that for me. you’ll never do that for me.

bullshit, you’re lonely all the fucking time. you’re gonna die that way, too.

i guess all the time i feel kind of trapped because i can’t describe how i’m feeling.

[unstoppableforcce]

hey y’all, this is your semi-regular reminder that the actors you post about are human beings

they don’t owe you anything, they aren’t your friends, and harassing them is disgusting even if you think you’re being funny