#THIS WAS TOO GOOOD I FEAR

[tojisun]

umm poly!141 + valeria and simon with his fingers shoved into your mouth telling you not to be too loud bc ‘you dont want mommy to hear me ruining her li’l girl, do you?’ and being able to feel simon’s hips stutter every time you buck up at the mention of her and the way he has to muffle a moan into your chest when you start crying because of how sensitive you’re getting

brother this made my kitty flutter im shaking at work

simon’s pressing the taunts on your skin, dragging the words like fiery kisses until he’s digging sharp canines into the tender press of your jugular. he laughs at the rumbled sound of your broken keen, your tongue useless between the spaces of his fingers, and chances a knowing glance at the gleaming red dot snug in the shelf, between your collection of books.

he knows they're watching him ruin you, sweet girl.

simon laps at the angry dent his teeth left and pulls back just enough to see your pretty face, all wet and blotchy from your tears. you look so utterly ruined, debauched in that pornographic way that sends a storm of tremors racing down his synapses, and he thinks how he gets it now—

valeria's mocking croons; her heavy hand against your supple skin; her detachment, the one she slips in so easily when it comes to you.

being mean to you is such a prize.

"y'know mommy hates it when we play with her darlin' without her," simon murmurs, eyes flicking down to where he is connected to you, watching raptly at the glistening ring of your cunny, puffy from overuse, as he pulls out slowly, deliberate in prolonging the dizzying itch. he knows you don't like it when they're like this—punishingly slow, forcing your pussy to adjust to the wrongness of being empty. all hollowed.

only when the head is left does he look back at you. he curls his brows, faux worry, before pressing down on your tongue again. then, he whispers, almost like the two of you are sharing a sweet secret, "so be quiet f'me, yeah? we don't want mommy t'be angry."

you couldn't even give him a proper reply, one that would surely be gargled, before simon snaps his hips snug to your pelvis, bullying all of his cock back in your weeping cunt. the reaction is instantaneous—pussy spraying, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, and a wretched cry tearing from your throat.

simon grins and he knows it looks unkind.

"puta madre," valeria laughs, plucking the cigar that john passed to her, and turns to look at him. "your boy fucks good."

john chuckles, deep baritones almost reverberating.

"doesn't he?" he replies, pride curling in his words.

in the silence, they turn back to the screen and watch; their own need growing, burning, ready to lash out.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

break up with your boyfriend

Yandere trans!fem cheerleader x fem reader

It was so shittily made but I need to pump out more fics or else my blog will die. Thank you all for 1k followers though! I'll rewrite this in the future maybe

Tw: mentions of blackmailing, nsfw, slight breeding kink, batshit crazy girlfriend,not proofread, another oc mentioned!?🌺

💄Eva saccharine has been your girlfriend since she first started transitioning. You helped her style her hair, do her nails, pick her clothes, find good makeup, anything she needed to feel like the real her. So when freshman year rolled in, it came as no surprise to you she fit right in with the clique.

💐Ofcourse you had your fears she'd choose them over you but that wasn't the case, because she'd make you eat lunch with them and sit on her lap, not so subtly humping your ass while talking all about cheer practice

🛍️boys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be her. She just wanted you, to just be the two baddest bitches on the block. It didn't matter if you were just like her or the complete opposite, she gushed over you. Praising you for being her good girl, her sweet little princess, her obedient pocket pussy-

💄but at this current moment? She was busy bullying your insides, forcing her fat cock into your slippery hole as she held you steady by your waist. Biting and groaning everytime she'd feel you squeeze that certain spot on her dick

"fu-uuckkk.. baby cakes, 'yer squeezin' me so goood.. ah.. hah.. you wouldn't mind if I pumped a few babes into your tight cunny right? Wanna be my baby mama?"

💐that made you squeeze tighter, holding onto the bedsheets for dear life. She had you face down, ass up and damn near breaking your back with how hard she was going. Hearing the normally composed and playful eva turn into a drooling pussy-drunk mess had you feeling butterflies, just going plap play plap-

🛍️let's just say, by the end of it, you couldn't walk for days afterwards. But no amount of hickies and perfume would be able to scare away a rather persistent guy. He was on the football team, star quarterback, rich asshole. sam white. Eva hated his guts, he thinks he can just waltz in and steal her bitch? Not on her watch.

💄this little feud had been going on for a while, and more times than you could count you've been caught in the crossfire. Though it was kinda funny, seeing them screeching insults at eachother and bickering. Eva would sassily flick her blonde hair and grab you by the collar of your neck, Dragging you away while Sam hooted and hollered at your retreating form

💐you never questioned her morbid fascination with anything horror or paranormal related. She was just obsessed with regular girl things. wanting you to help her summon a demon once, but you aren't that stupid, making blood pacts with them could result in very unsavory ending's and you quite cherished your soul and body

🛍️Eva has more than one account on different social medias, pretending to be multiple different people and Stalking your posts. She'd slide into your dms and flirt, seeing if you'd really cheat on her. She's so happy when you instantly block the account, guess you'll survive not being sent to her basement for another week

💄she has the audacity to grab a frilly pink pen and make you wear clothes that purposely shows off what she wrote. In bright bold lettering, Eva's little cum dump ♡ . Maybe she'll let you bring a jacket, only if you beg her really hard with those big doe eyes she loves. She put a collar and leash on you too

💐don't try breaking up with her, she takes 'they go low, I go lower" to another level. Threatening to post pictures of you in rather compromising positions. When did she record all of this? Who knows. She won't refrain from spreading nasty rumors of you that just force you to come sobbing into her arms, if you try and get comfort from somebody else she won't hesitate to eliminate them. Don't you see? She's the final girl, and you're her love Interest

"I told you not to run pretty baby.. now look what you've done. I gotta fix your mess up~.."

moral of the story: be a loyal loving girlfriend and she'll spoil you rotten with her daddy's black card ♥️

[frownyalfred]

The crossover fic with Homelander has been rotating in my mind since I read it. I've actually read it three times now. And like, even when I was invested in The Boys, I was never particularly interested in Homelander. But something about how you wrote him, and him specifically existing in a context where heroes are so much better, and him being confronted with the existence of Batman and Superman's respect for him, and Clark thinking he would have turned out WORSE, (in having greater efficiency for evil? I'm sure, But greater cruelty, greater casual disregard for human life? Part of me cant reconcile that with Clark , another part of me can see it so clearly, because from Clark that type of cruelty would be so much more a choice, him turning something off inside himself, whereas Homelander is so much more a result) and Bruce feeling his fears rising- oh my goood. Thank you for writing,

Thank you so much!!! I will never write Homelander again, he was SO nasty and gross to get fully in character. I think what I liked about Clark’s conflict in that fic was that it tried to (briefly) parse where goodness comes from, what is and isn’t inherent, and where “evil” comes from. Clark realizing he has the propensity to be Homelander but isn’t — and trying to figure out how much of that was in his control or just fate. And Bruce is there to remind him that no matter what is baked in, even Homelander still has the freedom of choice to be better. To not hurt others. To be like Clark! But that also means that Clark has the ability to choose to be like Homelander too. It’s a double edged sword.

[starrycassi]

I think Andrew Minyard, eventually, becomes a legend on campus. He was one, already — warnings and whispered rumours, fear and twister wonder. He evolves.

It starts in his third year. There's a giggling girl, slumped down in the curb of the science building, and he's back from the computer lab (Because he's trying to care. To get better grades. To put in the work). He's smoking. There was (is?) a party going on, somewhere on campus. He doesn't care about it for anything else than knowing that Dan, Matt, Nicky and Reynolds are there. It's quite warm, they're just back from summer break, and he's slow when it's too warm. That's how he notices — the idiot who creeps up behind her. She's laughing at nothing, and the guy is clearly strong enough to carry her. He moves her head, positions her to be lifted, while she stammers incoherent denials, humor dying in her throat as horror creeps up. He puts a big, calloused hand over her tights, and she tries to back up. It's useless.

Maybe Andrew wouldn't intervene. Maybe he wouldn't, if the guy didn't look up at him. There's no shame. They make eye contact, and the man winks, pride written all over his face. He nods to Andrew, who nods back.

"We can take turns." He says, grinning under the moonlight, waving his hand at Andrew, inviting him closer. He resembles Drake, in a way. Andrew accepts.

The guy tries to press charges for his broken bones. Neil's uncle wipes out one of his fancy lawyers and the camera footage. Andrew is forgiven and (in a bizarre change of routine) praised by the jury.

Turns out the girl is one of those horrid Vixens. Katelyn thanks him and he pretends to be deaf. The whole team takes to cheering even harder whenever he blocks a goal, in the next games. The one from that night flies and twirls in the air, even going as far as calling out his name and a platitude of generic chants. Someone asks Andrew if she's his girlfriend. He genuinely considers murder.

It dies down. Selena (the annoying Vixen) keeps on her enthusiasm, making Neil tease him about his first die-hard fan and how jealous he is, of his now growing career. Andrew shuts him up with a kiss.

Then, he's with Kevin and Neil. Or, well, him and Neil are trailing behind Kevin, who's jogging to the Library to print a last-minute change on his cover page (forgot that his last name is now legally Wymack, the idiot) because Kevin is still too scared to be completely alone, sometimes.

There's a muffled sound. Then,

"Com'on, pretty girl. You're too cute for that gay shit. I'll make you feel goood."

"Fuck no. Kevin, run."

Neil is fast. Everyone knows that. People tend to forget just how fast he is. He's out of Andrew's side in a blink, then, Kevin's following. Kevin is an egocentric idiot, but he's been getting better, at this whole "caring about others" thing. At least ever since Jean and him had a screaming match over the phone.

Andrew doesn't hurry — Neil can stand his ground. Kevin is not completely useless. The cries he can hear are of strange voices. When he arrives, there's two guys on the floor. Neil has a knife shoved against one of their necks (right next to an artery) and Kevin is putting those hours of weight lifting to work, pinning the body to the floor.

The girl runs to Andrew's side, clinging to his arm. He shoves her, immediately. With fearful eyes, she seems to take a second to recognize him. When she does, she goes to stand behind his back.

As if Andrew can bring safety to someone. To an unknown someone, at that.

She accompanies them to the library, sticking to Kevin's side, hanging onto his arm. To his credit, Kevin only talks about Sexy for half the walk, and it seems to soothe her. When they're there, she offers her printing credits to the idiot.

Neil is seething. He calls his uncle, who sends his fancy hired muscle. If some people get a very strange and unfortunate mugging accident that same week, well, Andrew has a very strong alibi.

It becomes ridiculous, however, in the last days of the semester. Farewell is being celebrated. He asked Neil (because he's trying to care about things) if he wanted to go.

They were, clearly, not going.

They do go out. They take the Maserati and eat in a shitty restaurant, silent in a way that they can only be with each other.

It's when they're coming back when they spot the group. Four girls, heels in hands and wobbly knees. They're in the middle of the road. It's not a very concurred road. Two of them are carrying one, while the other leads the group. In their time together, Andrew has learned that Neil likes women more than men. There's also that deeply ingrained sense of guilt over his mother, that makes him favour them. It's Neil who says,

"Slow down. Make sure you don't run them over."

It's Andrew's mind that provides him with the detail. He recognizes that ponytail.

Carla, it tells him. From Experimental Psychology. She doesn't drink. She cried after the Little Albert chapter. She chastised her seatmate when she tried to touch Andrew's hair.

She doesn't drink. First night out? Could be. A lightweight with no tolerance and no frame of reference. Would that explain why she's on pajamas? Too inexperienced — or uncaring — in what to wear in a night out?

There's silence in the car. He slows down. Neil, who seems to be able to read Andrew in a way that not even Andrew can, asks him if they should give them a ride. Andrew agrees.

Neil is the one who tells them to get in. Carla is the almost-passed-out one. They all hurry inside after a few seconds of whispered shouting between each other. They're almost a mile away from campus, as is. Andrew isn't even quite sure how they ended up here.

He asks them.

"We were on the bus — yes. The bus? For the party." Greens dress says. "It left from the main gate. At, like, ten, I think. What time is it? Who cares. Yeah. No. On the bus."

"And he said- he was... On the bus, with us. He was bragging, y'know? 'Bout getting laid. We didn't care. He's an idiot — all the guys on the football team are."

"Ronnie was not." Pink dress tells Blue dress. "But yeah — he's. And then, at the party — we'r drinkin', yeah? We're the powerpul- powerpuff girls, see? I'm Bubbles. Wait, no, Am not. Blossom, yeah?."

"POINT IS, at the party, we see Carla. You know her? We do. She's in that chess club. They play chess. My roomie's in it. Chess club girls don't drink, I tell you. So, I go. And I ask her why she's here. Poor girl couldn't speak, see? "

"She was on the sofa, right?"

"You're telling it wrong. She was in the bathroom, puking up. Had her phone on the floor, 'member?"

"Ah, yes! And we ask her — we ask her who she's with, and she says, she says that she doesn't remember. And she tells me... Tell me, hey, isn't this a McDonald's? And I laughed, and she said 'no, he said we're going to McDonald's' and I stopped laughing because she puked again."

"No, no. She was on the sofa, and you made her puke, imbecile. You said she was roofied, 'member?"

"Yeah, that's it! I know. They did it to... To Reynolds, yeah? She made us learn the signs 'n all, after."

"We get out of there, and a guy says- says he'll take us to the hospital, you know? We noticed we weren't going to any fucking 'spital and made him leave us where you found us. Should've known to never trust a man, yeah?"

They keep on bickering. Neil and Andrew share a look, before Neil takes out his cellphone to call Renee. The Powerpuff girls and Carla are hauled up to Fox Tower after a quick "chat" with the RA. Andrew refuses to touch them. Dan, Reynolds, Renee and Matt do all the hard work.

One week later, there's a knock on the door and someone calling his name. When he leaves his room and opens, a tray of what smells like freshly baked cookies sits neatly on the floor.

He pretends not to see Carla's face peeking around the hallway.

[yayasvalveplay]

Here to spread more of the Sherve propaganda 💅✨

We are still planning out more of the story cough and hopefully turn into a full rp cough

But yisssss

Swerve is basically being protected by the whole of the Lost Light crew, and when Shockwave starts to get far too close, they start to get even MORE protective (especially since Shockwave is one of his top 5 fears XD)

But the crazy scientist is undeterred and is determined to not only prove his redemption, but also give his devout protection to this minibot

I want to see people go wild with this idea, I want yall to take this and run

Cuz like, omg, protective carrier Swerve being constantly around his Biggest Fear™ constantly

Also, after finally being able to get some information on the idw time line. Swerve gets knocked up by Blurr around the same time as Megs and Shockwave was about to join. Once Blurr ditches and the Lost Light is about to take off, they show up.

So Shockwave wouldn't know and neither would anyone else, so, at the start, they weren't around each other much. But once it was out that he was carrying, things flipped.

Shockwave sees this as his golden ticket to prove he's on their side, by protecting their only carrying member which they are clearly protective of. If he shows he cares, then surely they'll accept him, right? It takes a village and all that. Not realising he's only causing people to be even more tight up around him because he is involving himself with their ONLY carrying mech XD

....

Got carried away

Eat it up, yall

HEHEHE oh the lore is so goood. I really want to rp this with you sis!!

I need the entire LL being protective of Swerve. And being even more when Shockwave comes and tries being nice. I'm sure if Tailgate had a mouth he would of bit Shockwave.

But Shockwave is trying. He wants to show Orion that being on the LL is helping him.

Swerve is breaking the 4thwall every time we put them in the same room together to bond abd get Swerve comfortable enough to even consider letting the warframe court him.

And when it finally happens. And he can court and lay in bed with him and in him. He's making sure the bitty is going to be mostly him and swerves cna.

He's going to make sure Swerve is stuffed full of transfluid he has to be carried around.

[fungusrice]

Hello there, it's been quiet here! When will more Jackal facts drop? They are just sooo goood!%😳👉👈

Anywayys is there any other characrer you love from the movie? Ofc not on the same level like the Jackal but y know, just being there, appreciated. And if there is will you post on them too?

Hey! I'm still overwhelmed with my family until Friday, so you'll have to endure a little longer before I could drop thicker posts of our man again.

The blog is for Ryan, so I'll try to stick to this. From more character analysis to delicacies like memes, music playlists, edits, merchs etc. Aye, I have a lot of ideas for Jackal, so bear with me.

About my secondary favourite? Mhmm. Not sure if you seen this coming, but there you go.

Dennis Rafkin

I'm not the type who loves human characters in movies or humans in general. So you just witnessed a rare moment when one passed through my chaotic fog in that unholy brain of mine, but hey, cheers my guy―his struggle with the visions and energetic surges was entertaining, his fear from ghosts and the raw way of "functioning" as a human being just awakened my predatory instincts, and my playful sadism. I just wanted to see him freaking out more, scream a little longer, then consume him as a whole.

As a fellow psychic, I am well aware of the struggle that seeps from the sharpness of our transcendental senses. Of course, in this movie, he went through much more violent effects, but what being a psychic did to him in life, I totally feel it too.

So, yes. He is definitely my second favourite. I don't really care about the rest of the ghosts or anyone in the movie what-so-ever.

[bloedewir]

The more I think about all that trapped-in-the-Fade situation the more possible ways of interaction pops up in my mind. Just like flowers after rain.

I mean if Solas will be connected to Rook in some abracadabra fade spiritual mental way.

Few tiny thoughts:

What it's like to have a freaking god inside your head? He lives much much longer, he has a very different definition of time, way of thinking, or a depth of feelings.

Rook may not be able to handle the weight of that kind of emotional pressure. (Not because they're weak, because they're mortal).

I mean if an ancient elven god suddenly felt a bit sad it has to be like a qunarian punch in the face. Evening discussion in Lighthouse and Rook idk just starts ugly crying during the conversation for no reason. Or flies into a berserker rage because the weather isn't that good. Or catching up a devastating depression mood like Howl (because Solas remembered his vhenan 🥲)

Solas thinking or murmuring on ancient elvhen which Rook doesn't understand and it drives them crazy. Like a broken radio you can't mute, "blah-blah, dirthara, blah-blah, set'lin".

While everyone else speaking Rook is also continuing arguing inside their head, having two conversations at a time. And it's not always going well.

For example:

Harding: ..and then we finally found..

Rook: CAN YOU SHUT UP FOR A FREAKING MINUTE??

Harding and rest of the squad:

Memories mingle all the time. Flares up like fireflies over and over again. Old, disturbing or just too strange to this world. But some memories are surprisingly understandable. Maybe familiar even.

If solavellan involved the first meeting must be soooo embarrassing.

"I see that "Inquisitor" for the first time in my life, why in the hells I feel so.. sad and full of regrets? Why the heart beating so fast.. and wtf is this? Am I, what, sweating now??"

Some changes is going. Rook started to use words they never prefer before. Some of those words on elvhen they can't translate but just know the meaning. Solas accidentally found himself asking not the "did you consider the upcoming consequences of your own actions?" but "what the fuck are you doing now?"

Undesirable thoughts and growing anxiety. "Am I still me? Just me? What is this, my thoughts or nightmares he sent to manipulate my fears? Or..?"

Meanwhile Dreadwolf scratching Rook's sculp inside with claws in silent rage, forced to be an observer incapable of continue the fight he started a long long ago while two evanuris are fleed from the cage.

And there it goes another day and all starts over again...

such a capturing topic to speculate with oh gooods

[rainynightmoonlight]

GOOOD MORNING NIGHT CITY! | Cyberpunk Edgerunners x Male Reader

This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: My Final Destination

Chapter 1: GOOOD MORNING NIGHT CITY! | You are Here

Chapter 2: Yesterday's body count lottery rounded out to a solid 'n' sturdy thirty! | TBW

Chapter 3: Ten outta Heywood - thanks to the unabated gang wars! | TBW

Chapter 4: One officer down, so I guess you are all screwed. | TBW

Chapter 5: 'Cause the NCPD will not let that go. | TBW

Chapter 6: Got another blackout in Santo Domingo. | TBW

Chapter 7: Netrunners are at it again, pokin' holes in the power grid. | TBW

Chapter 8: In Westbrook, Trauma Team's scrapin' cyberpsycho victims off the pavement. | TBW

Chapter 9: And in Pacifica... Well... Pacifica is still Pacifica. | TBW

Chapter 10: This has been your man, Stan. Join me in another day in our City of Dreams! | TBW

Chapter 11: Cause I really Wanna Stay at Your House | TBW

Night city. Colorful. Neon lights everywhere you looked. But that's not what makes Night City. Not by a long shot. What makes it, are the people. 

Everyone around knows the hardships and the importance of a group. Be it a gang or friends. Doesn't matter. Find your found family and your set. 

Another thing that Night City is known for is its chromed out citizens. It's not for everyone, but those that can handle the consequences get all kinds of body mods. From new eyes to even iron lungs. This isn't for the faint-hearted. 

Especially the cyber psychos that show the dangers of what it does to your body. No one wants to die like that, but they do. Either from police, trauma team, or themselves. 

Night City also houses many legends amongst its streets. Legends that give hope for a better life. One without the slums and the corpo assholes that control everything. Everyone wants a taste of that high life.

But that high life doesn’t sit well once you have it. Legends have to die at some point. That’s how they become legends. Remembered forever amongst the next generation until another rises up and makes a bigger name. 

Among those very streets was a boy. He wasn't new to the troubles in the city. They were very clear to him. Didn't help with his background.

Corpo kid, Arasaka Academy Prodigy now drop out. There was a story. A story lost to the guns and crimes. Crimes he needed to commit to live. To survive.

No one could pry out his past from his lips. It was one of those open secrets. Details, not something anyone cared about. As long as you showed and completed your share of work, no one asked. 

He didn't mind. Made it easier to hide. Easier to run. Especially made it easier to work.

Being a merc was freeing. You were respected, feared even but there was power in it. Power that everyone craved. And he ran with the best. 

Edgerunners. Maine, Dorio, Sasha, Pilar, Rebecca, and Falco. The origins of them anyway. 

After a mission gone wrong, or rather a change of targets, Sasha died. Was it a noble death? Well the news she leaked was everywhere the next day, so maybe. 

Didn't make the hurt go away. Not for Y/n.

That's right. The aforementioned boy. His name was Y/n. But names don't matter. Most called him N/n anyway. Better handle. Didn't have the weight of the memories. 

Back to the edgerunners. Kiwi replaced Sasha. She was a good net runner, nothing compared to Y/n though. Rarely did he ever do runs but when he did, flawless didn't begin to cut it. 

Never does net running much. Reminds him too much of a past that he wanted to escape. That’s why he chose to be with Maine. Was like a father to him. Better than his actual dad. The edgerunners were a better family to him overall. 

His past is blurry to most, likes to keep it that way. No one in night city needs to know about it. Needs to know of his corpo connections and give him shit for it. That was. Until Kiwi brought Lucy

Lucy was Y/n’s saving grace. For some reason and miraculous luck, Y/n became Lucy’s best friend. Much like a lapdog to Lucy. It was an even more shock that she didn’t push him away. 

She knew Y/n way before. His records were in the Arasaka archives. Part of their big experiment to make the perfect weapon of net runner and muscle. Who else could take on the old net? Project was a bust though when Y/n ran away. Away from the pain and abuse that the person who was supposed to love him the most inflicted. 

Y/n decided to live with Lucy. Maine thought it was a good way to keep an eye on the newbie and gave Y/n a friend around his age. Thinking like a father. A father who cared. 

Over time Y/n and Lucy became like siblings. Opening up to each other was a huge feat in itself. In a place like Night City, that kind of trust is rare. Not like the other would spill it. Similar situations. Similar Traumas. Similar people being after them.  

That’s when the two started going on missions together. Y/n being the stubborn ass he is refused to ever go on missions alone. Not unless Lucy was there with him. The codependency. 

“God damn it Y/n! Why do you need Lucy for everything? Before she came you were independent. What changed?”

Maine only ever asked once. He regretted it. Never once did he see Y/n break down like he did after Maine yelled at him. He didn’t apologize though. It needed to be said. 

“I… I need her okay? Things are different now. She’s like me…”

Maine only sighed. Desperation. Rare, especially in a boy like Y/n. He understood though. Nothing more was said. Only a pat on a head and silence. 

Y/n never stopped being clingy with Lucy, but it got better. Just a tad. Y/n was able to go on his own missions. Though it was out of fear of disappointing everyone else. He couldn’t handle that. He couldn’t handle their rejection. 

A year was all it took for Y/n and Lucy to become inseparable. It was concerning how connected the two became. You don’t get that kind of connection here. Not without tragedy. 

“I want to go to the moon.”

Lucy shared one night. The two were on a roof together. Artificial pizza was placed between them. 

“The moon? Why? There’s not much up there.” 

Lucy didn’t respond. She couldn’t explain it to him. She couldn’t tell Y/n how she wanted to leave. It would break his heart. But what are broken hearts if your dreams get shattered? Emotions were useless in this world. Being soft gets you nowhere. 

“Come with me.”

A compromise. If she couldn’t tell him why then at least she can show him. She can take him with her. Protecting him from Night City and everyone else around them. Only a pipe dream.

“Huh?”

Y/n was more than caught off guard by the sudden invitation. Was it even one? By the sounds of it, it sounded more like desperation. Lucy never showed desperation 

“When we get enough, come to the moon with me.”

The thought further intrigued Y/n. He didn't understand this need. Was Lucy telling him she wanted him? She willingly wanted him around?

“Okay. I make it my promise! We’ll go to the moon together! You can show me what’s so great about it!”

Lucy could only let out a light hearted scoff at Y/n's softness. This boy. He didn't know much about the world. How could he when he was so sheltered?

“I could show you now.”

“Really!?”

That excitement. Something that Lucy never could get used to. Y/n was a rare individual. Someone who showed his rare and raw emotions. 

“Yeah you gonk. BDs remember?” 

That night, the moment the two of them got home, they spent hours on the special moon BD Lucy had. It was amazing. Seeing something different, a place where corpos didn’t rule yet was refreshing. Going around the craters and the moon buggy, all of it was hope inducing. A world where no one can control you. 

As the year went on, Lucy and Y/n only ever became closer. The sibling duo among the group, apart from Pilar and Rebecca. Nothing could bring Y/n away from Lucy. Maine joked about him being Lucy’s guard dog. Whenever Pilar was weird with Lucy, Y/n was right behind, biting and clawing at the guy. 

Had to have the others break up the fight before Y/n actually killed Pilar. Rebecca couldn’t help laughing at her older brother’s demise. Deserved it anyway. Not shortly after did the group go to Afterlife for some drinks.  Lucy took this chance of inebriation to speak with Y/n privately.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?” Lucy’s threshold for annoyances was being pushed. Either Y/n was playing dumb or drank too much to even think properly. Either way she needed a clear answer. 

“Attack Pilar.”

“He was making you uncomfortable.”

“I could have taken care of it myself.”

Lucy huffed out a breath. She didn’t like being treated like she was helpless. Whether Y/n meant it or not, it was really troublesome and irritating. He hovered over her. She didn’t quite understand why. 

“I know…”

“Then why?”

The pause. It was deafening despite the music playing around them. 

“I… You’re so amazing and you gave me so much even with knowing me for a short time. You’re like my family Lucy. More so than Maine and Dorio and everyone else. You’re my sister. Someone who knows my struggles on a personal level. I owe you so much. I want to protect you.”

Eyes widened at the admission. God Y/n really was an idiot. 

“You don’t have to repay me for anything.”

“I do though.”

“You don’t!”

It was a cycle of ‘I dos’ and ‘don’ts’ until Y/n started to tear up. God did Lucy make him feel so vulnerable. ‘

“I do! Because if I don’t I’ll turn around and you won't be there anymore. One day I’ll wake up and you won’t be there. You don’t realize how much I need you in my life! I have no one else!”

Guilt. The god damn guilt. Y/n’s tears fought hard not to be released but it was a war lost. Gleaming droplets cascaded down Y/n’s cheeks, making the boy look like a child. No one could ever stay mad at him.

In this moment of vulnerability, Lucy wrapped her arms around Y/n. She decided against speaking. No more words needed to be shared. Y/n didn’t need to be upset further. Only Lucy saw these tears. Weakness didn’t need to be shared with peering eyes. 

A few more instances happen where Y/n went feral when something happened to Lucy. No one could ever stop him and neither did they really care. As long as the job got done then why did it matter?

It did help with disputes and fights. Y/n being the main muscle with Maine. Taking care of all the fist related business together. Now, no one was lacking in muscle within the crew but Y/n almost had Maine beat with the power of his punch. 

A few more months passed. Time never mastered though. Both Lucy and Y/n were out and about. They ended up in Corpo Plaza. A place Y/n never liked, not just because of the name but because of the people around and the worst building that stood tall. Arasaka Tower. If capitalism could be personified, it would be Arasaka Tower. 

The two had planned to do some odd jobs around the area, maybe pick some sockets or something. Anything to keep them busy and make money. Y/n stood with Lucy while she smoked. He never participated in it himself. The habit reminded him too much of someone. But when Lucy did it, he couldn’t help but want to be around. 

While Y/n’s eyes watched the smoke plume around the already suffocating atmosphere, he couldn’t help but see how much Lucy stood out. Compared to everyone else around them, Lucy could be seen from everywhere. It was the hair. 

Y/n blinked a few times. He thought he was tripping but he didn’t remember taking anything before. Lucy's hair sparkled. What was this?

He wasn’t the only one who noticed. 

Y/n’s eyes trailed over and noticed a boy looking at the back of Y/n’s head. He looked familiar. Y/n was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the voice that soothed him over and over. 

“What are you staring at?”

Y/n froze. Lips nursing as if he was caught doing something wrong. What made it more anxiety inducing was Lucy didn’t even look at Y/n. 

“Nothing. Thought I saw something.”

“You're a bad liar, Y/n.”

Y/n didn’t respond. He just glanced over to see the boy that had been staring was gone. 

“What are we doing here anyway?”

“We have a job to do. Maine wanted us to keep busy.”

Y/n the ever obedient personification of a puppy nodded along and followed Lucy. Doing everything he was told. An old habit. A habit hated himself for. He hated him for. 

The day was spent with the two of them working to bring in eddies. That night had a full moon, which led to Y/n dragging Lucy to the badlands to watch the moon. It was calm and quiet. Something that could be seen as off putting, but it wasn’t.

It was… nice.

“Why’d you bring me here?” “Wanted to look at the moon with you. It’s clearer out here. I found this spot when I was driving around with Maine.”

Lucy felt so happy that Y/n took her fascination with the moon seriously. Many would think it was stupid to want to go somewhere that failed. But it wasn’t that to Lcuy, and it certainly wasn’t to Y/n. 

Y/n would defend Lucy’s dreams till the day he died. And even then he would keep defending her. 

No more words were exchanged. Only silence and the distant sounds of cars every now and then on the dirt road.  Moments like these under the moonlight were never taken for granted. 

Here was where Y/n belonged. His purpose. His family.

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[xxnomadsxx]

Nomads AU! Meeting Creek and a certain troll killer-

This is a long one

After the events of the first movie the chef and Creek are defeated they are kicked out of Bergen town to which they were eaten……..until the creature got a goood taste of the Bergen and quickly spit it out. They made very good distance a few 100 miles and once they crashed the chef immediately chased creek screaming that it was his fault and he was going to make her happy before she dies. They run and make a pretty good distance as well, but just as the chef was about to catch Creek she immediately springs a trap to which Creek makes fun of her … then he gets caught in a trap. (ironic right?) Anyway a few minutes later many flashes of small cloocked and shadowy figures circle them getting a look at the hideous monster and……..troll? Soon the leader of the small hunt team arrives and immediately gets the leader. Branch was not too happy to be rushed to find another dinner in a trap, but let me tell you once he got a good look at his captive. Well Some would say that day by just looking in the leaders direction you could immediately tell all hell broke in his head! As he immediately called for them to cut her down and tie her up. Branch at this point was violently shaking both anger, pain and sadness painted his face, he was sobbing barking orders to get more hunting teams here as they were going to have a feast as soon as more teams got there. After getting there many trolls were confused, some recognized the hideous thing as a bergan but felt not a lot towards it but anger for their leader. But soon as the few pop trolls there got a good look at her they immediately started panicking, which caused a panic in almost all the troll.. oh this was baaaaddd. Once the feral (Trolls?) got everyone calmed down. Branch gave an order, an order that made everyone feel true unbridled fear…… they were told to eat the bergan

Sure the feral(trolls?) have eaten things alive before they would swarm the creatures as they would tear it apart, but the trolls never would have thought to do that why it was sick, it was horrible as to eat something defenseless, and alive (kinda funny the roles basically reversed for the trolls) but then Branch gave his reason “The killer of millions of trolls deserves a fate similar to what she has caused to the innocent.” After that they….no one talks about that day the feral (trolls?) saw it as a normal Tuesday for them. While most grey trolls were horrified by what they have done some pop trolls felt justice has been served for their kind while some of the greyer trolls were too numb to even care anymore. After that the others were able to feed the village for a couple weeks. The residents who didn’t join the hunt never knew why every time they had this new meat it brought a wave of sadness and misery but hey they’re grey what’s new.

Branch took it the hardest I mean he had done it! He had killed his grandmas killer the one who killed millions of trolls was finally dead he..he did it! (His right hand man congratulated him for weeks after that)

But what about that purple troll? After the trolls … did there thing they cut down Creek and asked him what happened. He told the story that the awful chef came to a loud party he and ALL of the villagers were captured! She took them all to bergan town to be eaten on trollstice by chef. Until he was let out of the pot to be an early treat for the king. But he got away and even after fighting some of the bergans it was too late✨ all the trolls were eaten him being the sOlE SurVivOr the chef greedily tried to eat him too and has chased him for days(this lying little-😃) After his sob story Branch felt sadness? That the pop village was dead (bro you hate pop why you crying 🤨) after he contained himself he allowed Creek to stay in the village for refuge after this traumatic event.

Yea Branch allowed Creek to stay in the village and isn’t the most well liked guy.But hey he’s friends with Branch he’s untouchable. Anyway this traitor forgot to tell Branch he was a sellout traitor, that all of pop village is alive and that he didn’t fight a bergan what is wrong with him

(ps Creek did eat some of the bergan it was…weird to say the least)

[chaoslibra]

fave hadestown cast are you gonna hate me if i say the original cast….I JUST LOVE EVA SOOOO MUCH LIKE I WANNA BE HER SO BAD

nooo cause ur soooo realll!!! if i sounded like her… sighhh…. YALLL WOULD NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT I FEAR 😤😤 the og cast is soooo goood!!!! they’re my fav too (but i loveee jordan fisher’s rendition of “wait for me” !!!)

[tmwcs]

i love ur work too much i swear!! Could you do a text type thing where y/n responds to heethans text with “she’s busy bro”🙏🫶

awwww thank you!! that means the world to me! and ofc, i hope i succeeded. let me know how i did, i'm known to add some twists and flares to these things so i'm hoping i didn't disappoint. ;)

MDNI18+ bc of mentions of smut, smut related things, smut vibes, and smut talk.

Breaching the door to the classroom, Ethan started to reach for the knob, when suddenly H/N walks out, with her bag and books in hand. Heading to the bathroom to touch up her makeup before Jake picks her up, she intended to hang out for a bit and not bother going back inside since tonight, her and Jake were going to the movies. Gasping out of instant fear, she regains her breath after being stunned to see that Ethan was blocking her way with his staggering height.

"Oh! Ethan....you're here."

"Move the fuck outta the way."

"What the Hell? Can you for once not be a dick? What are you even doing here? I told you y/n was busy."

"........what?"

"Didn't you see the text i sent? you kept blowing up her phone while she was giving her presentation, which she barely aced but only because i silenced her phone after i texted you. Yeesh....you know you gotta let her be when she's in class, otherwise you're going to sabotage her grades."

".........what........text........?"

"The text i sent in response to all of yours! When i told you she' was busy. Come on bro."

Blinking his wide and sinister eyes, H/N tried to maintain a brave face yet failed to keep it steady as Ethan took a step closer while tilting his head, biting his lip down, puncturing flesh, all in his traditional manner to express his anger.

"Aaaaaaaah........gooooooooot it..........okay.......goood.......to.........go." Ethan merely responded while slurping up the slight bit of blood that dripped from his lip.

........................

You kept peeking towards the back of the classroom, surprised to not find Ethan standing there with that eerie gaze he always propelled your way. Yet every five minutes, up until class was up, you peered a look behind and found jus the empty seats, the blank walls, and the door shut.

"Strange....he seemed really angry earlier......did he change his mind?...."

Once the teacher had dismissed the class, you collected your books and bag, noting that H/N never returned from the bathroom, you recalled her mentioning that her and Jake were having a small date. Figuring that she had already been picked up, you left the class on your own. Opening the door, your eyes widened at seeing Heeseung standing across the hall, waiting for you with a soft smile.

"He went back to Heeseung?.....Wonder why......."

"He....Heeseung?"

"Hey pretty baby, all finished?"

"Yeah....um.....are you okay? pleasantly surprised to see Heeseung....and his Ethan side to be seemingly calm, you took his hand in yours and returned the smile back.

"Yeah I'm fine baby. I"m sorry about earlier, turns out to be a misunderstanding. Lets go get you some of those tarts you like from your favorite bakery and watch Netflix, hm?" Raising your hand to his face, he places a soft and tender kiss on the back of your palm. Pulling you in, he starts the evening with a delicate and soft peck to your lips, all the while rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. "I love you. I wasn't too harsh earlier, was i?" he softly expresses with his lips brushing against yours.

"No.....you're fine....you both are." you teased out as he places one kiss after another all over your face, entirely happy every time you initiated a flirting session, causing the butterflies to flicker in his gut and force the blood to rush through his limbs.

"My girl......"

Taking your books and bag, he holds your hand and walks you out of the building, across the lot, and into his car, like he always did. Tucking you into the seat, he walks over to the drivers side and sits himself down before starting the car.

"So........what happened earlier? The misunderstanding i mean." you asked softly, looking at him with an innocent sense of curiosity.

"Oh nothing....i took care of it." petting the back of your head, he leans in over the center console and kisses you. You knew Heeseung enough to know better than to pressure for answers if he didn't already give it. So you decided to look into the matter no further...yet you still wondered......

"............took care of what exactly?......"

.................................

Walking into the room, rather angry, H/N drops her bag and prepares to wait for Jake to return. He was supposed to pick her up yet, without so much as a phone call or text, he never showed. Fortunately one of the girls ran into her. After explaining that she had been waiting for over twenty minutes, her friend offered her a ride.

Now she just has to wait for Jake to come back and give her an explanation.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, she crosses her arms and huffs out an irritated expression. When suddenly the door creaked open.

"There you are! Where the Hell were you? Did you forget? Why didn't you return any of my calls or text? That was so rude! I was stuck there!" going on autopilot, she lets loose the bursts of anger and annoyance in her tone as she stood up, and walked squared up to Jake. She paid no mind at the fact he was much taller than her, she was livid.

"Say something! Give me an explanation or an apology or something! Why would you do that? I-"

Hissing, Jake cuts her tone off by placing his index finger on her lips.

"Hmmmmmm..........stardust........you have something to tell me?"

Confused, h/n shakes her head as she furrows her brows. "What are you talking about?"

"Were you a baaaaaaaad girl today?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You know........"

Leaning down, setting aside some of her hair and tucking it behind her ear, he whispers....

"Have you been playing on other people's phones?"

Blinking with wide eyes, a small gasp escapes through slightly parted lips as she stares into his eyes. Standing back straight up, his arms remained crossed, Jake scoffs. "Huh........looks like you have......bad girl."

".....are you talking about....with Ethan? I only texted him becaus-"

"Hhhhhhhhhh/nnnnnnnn........."

"..........w....what?"

Reaching behind to his back pocket, he removes something that remained out of her sight....until he dangles it in front of her face.

A leash, with a collar gripped in his other hand, he hangs the leathered piece in front, swaying it left to right as it dangles in a lengthy form, nearly reaching the floor. Gasping, she stutters out ".....wh....what.....what is that...?"

Laughing with a taunting smile, a gaze that gears towards the border of criminal love, he deeply responds....

"Time to play."

Wide eyed and feeling fearful for what was about to come.....h/n watches as Jake took his steps closer......and closer.......

*bzzzzzzz*

Glancing over to the side as her back reaches the wall, slowly succumbing to the trap as Jake breaches nearer, H/n looked down to the nightstand next to her and saw Jake's phone displaying the last text message traffic.

Skimming through the text boxes, H/N views the message that just came in.......causing her to shutter.

Projecting her sight back to Jake, she shook her head as she watched his deviant smile grow wider. Delicately gripping the item with his two fingers, he dangles another toy....one that was not present just moments ago. Though now, seeing it with the leash and collar, she realized just what Jake had in stored for her.

"What's wrong baby? Its in your favorite color. Lets get you ready for our nice little walk...."

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[jalluzas-ferney]

You know how people like to Headcannon different quirks about the ninja bases on their elemental powers? Like for example, smoke starts to come out of Kai’s nose or mouth when he gets angry or his hair gets in fire or maybe Zane is very cold to the touch or like - I dunno you get it!

Anyways my point is, I came up with a headcannon related to Nya and her water powers. Like at first I thought ab it seperated from her water powers but I think it also connecting to her elemental power is also pretty cool

So basically I hc that Nya also cries like- a LOT. She’s actually very emotional, and although she usually expresses anger, she actually breaks down and lets her feelings out by crying. Bur she tries her VERY hardest to NEVER cry in front of anyone. She’s embarrassed, and shameful of every fear that escapes her. She’ll probably make very awkward excuses to retreat from a situation or away from people in order to go and shed some tears without anyone seeing. She isolates herself or makes sure nobody is close or watching and she’ll let it all out. Cry herself dry. Because there is no way in hell she’s showing this amount of vulnerability to anyone.

And the reason I connect this to her elemental power, is because, water, tears. You get it. She was already like this before really obtaining her true potential but once she really began to put her water powers r to use, for some reason they increased the amount of tears she’ll cry. And obviously it’s AWFUL. But she refuses to ever tell anyone, and she’s pretty goood at hiding it. To the point someone in the team might make a joke or comment about Nya “being the strongest” or “least emotional” but in reality/ she really is the most.

And as stated before, she hates it. She’s so ashamed of it. But she can’t control it, she can’t control the tears from coming and she feels like she constantly has to hide or retreat to be able to let it out. Or hold it in until she can find time alone.

So in conclusion- her water powers are related to her excess crying. Hell maybe she sweats too much as well. Her hands might get very sweaty very easily or her hair might get greasy very quickly, all of these probably manifesting when she’s feeling sad. Just like maybe people hc Kai’s power acting up when he’s angry. Every ninjas powers could flare up at specific emotions.

Anyways Nya angst hell yeah

[sehodreams]

hii again!! ok this one really destroyed me sungchan <///3333 (ugh he’s so good, i mean bad, your writing is. TOO goood i love it!!)

y/n is just trying to be a nice n sweet girlfriend for him, she just wants a little appreciation and affection and he does. THAT. omg. i lovveed the part especially about forcing your moans out omggg that’s so nasty of him but so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 hot of him, i truly just want him to do whatever he wants with me

i saw in the comments (cuz i’m nosey 👀) that you were thinking about adding sungchan putting you on “display” so to speak for anton and eunseok? and yeah idk how to broach that either, but i liked your idea about touching you at the table or something… i thought i’d try to elaborate but idk..

don’t ask me why the 4 of them, sungchan, eunseok, anton, and you, would be at a more expensive, fancier restaurant together but just hear me out. maybe sungchan received a promotion at work or something along those lines and he wanted to celebrate with his close friends and his girl, you, of course. OR no, maybe he gets promoted and eunseok decides to take him to this restaurant to celebrate, inviting anton, and you to join. so you pick out a dress on your own, something simple and black, and not too short but your knees are still exposed and the neckline is a pretty sweetheart or v cut. and you dress up all nice and you feel so pretty, and you’re so proud of sungchan for his promotion, he tells you he’s going to take care of you forever, you’ll never have to lift a finger soon, and he’ll always provide for you<333 you think maybe he’s softening up… let’s say you get seated in a far back corner of the restaurant, maybe even a private room like they have sometimes, as per eunseok’s request but it’s not too strange, you are all celebrating of course, and there’s wine or other alcohol and the food is really good and you all chat and joke and laugh and it’s nice and you don’t feel nearly as awkward as you did the last time you were all together. sungchan has his hand on your knee/thigh most of the night, sitting beside you, but it’s possessive, and sweet, you just feel you’re being paid attention to and cared for but then a little later, maybe eunseok brings up the… situation where you squirted in his bed🤭 and you’re embarrassed but you giggle, and apologize again and say you promise it won’t happen again, and lean into sungchan’s arm, all cute, and then maybe anton and eunseok go to use the restroom (don’t ask me why they went together) or to smoke or smth and sungchan turns to you like “did you plan this? was it your idea to get all dolled up like this and show yourself off in front of my friends, is that what you want?” sungchan is fearful at this point that you’re getting too much attention from eunseok and anton, now that the boys understand why he seems so whipped for you, he thinks they want a taste now too and you’re making it too available to them. “if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’re going to get, i haven’t given you enough? you always get what you want, you spoiled little fucking brat” and his hand is spreading your legs apart, two fingers plunging swiftly into your now exposed cunt when he tears your panties to the side (or off completely), you grab onto his bicep, his long fingers causing your pussy to stretch and burn, you try to protest but he’s working his digits in and out of you at an increasing pace, he’s been thinking about doing this all night, you look so fuckable the way you’re dressed and your makeup, but he’s held back and now he can’t anymore…

i don’t want to cut off, but idk i wrote all that and then it doesn’t really feel right. i was trying to get to more of a, sungchan teasing you under the table before exposing your tits to his friends like you were saying but idk what happened. it’s so hard sometimes coming up with the plot. like i want the four of them together but i can’t think of a way to have them all, together idk. i also thought about being over at eunseok’s apartment with sungchan and eunseok coming onto you, like touching your thigh and whispering dirty things to you and then sungchan catches you and you cry and plead that you didn’t do anything, and he’s kinda like “the least you can do now is let me watch, go ahead, bounce on eunseok’s cock like you’ve wanted to all this time you dirty whore” but sungchan is too insecure, and mean, and possessive for that, you’re so right😓😓 so idk now.

Oh yeah, I totally understand, to be honest honey, at this point this is just pure porn, there's no plot anymore, I just want them all to touch reader as if there was no tomorrow.

Still, I tried to think about a way for them to touch her, and it's SO HARD. Like, Sungchan is so possessive I can't imagine him letting them touch her enough, he'd maybe let them see, but it's almost animalistic, as if he was proclaiming her.

The thing I wrote in the comments was a way I could kind of imagine them touching reader, and it'd be barely a brush. He'd be showing them your beautiful chest, touching you under the table, and he'd say something like "you can give her a touch if you want, but it'll be the only time I'll let you". And, even if Eunseok is the boldest, I feel like Anton would be the one going for it first. It's like, he's been thinking about you for so long, he can't believe he finally has the opportunity to feel you. He would have to stop his big hands from gripping too hard, especially with that panic expression you have. He would touch your nipples with his thumbs, playing with them to see with his own eyes how they get harder, just like he's dreamed for so long, and then, in pain, he'd try to put his mouth on you, and there's were Sungchan draws the line.

He'd immediately block his face from touching you with his hand, putting a barrier over you with it gripping your chest so the other can't touch or see. "I told you, just a little touch."

Anton would be so frustrated he'd almost let a cry out because he was so close he could already feel it in his mouth.

Then, in Eunseok's case, he'd learn from Anton's mistake and he wouldn't dare to go farther. So, he's definitely touching more.

His hand would go to your neck, wrapping it to then slide down and cup your chest, feeling the weight of it in his hands. "They're heavy" he'd murmur to himself. You'd get really embarrassed because they are heavy, and you can't believe your boyfriend's friend now know it too.

He would twirl your nipple, looking at the little tip all hard and calling for him to bury his face, stopping himself from losing control. He wants more, but he knows he can only use his hands.

Still, he's sneaky. Eunseok doesn't ask until where he can touch, and he thinks he should cup your pussy at least once, doesn't matter if Sungchan kills him, so he trails his hand down.

However, even if he was thinking about your pussy, when he feels your tummy all plum because of your position, he stops in shock. It's so soft he can imagine how comfortable you'd feel under him, like a cloud waiting for him to rest over it, thinking immediately, she can take me.

Sungchan notices the effect your body has on Eunseok, and he instantly pushes him away too.

"Get your own girlfriends if you want to get your dicks wet" he says, pulling up your dress again and moving you closer to him, making you only focus on him with the hug he gives you, as if he was protecting you from those two. "You can't look at her anymore, and we won't talk about this ever again."

Baby I think this changed more to chubby chassers!tall line 😂👌

Also, yeah, seeing the three of them fucking reader with this concept is really hard, BUT, we can create another one for that 😵‍💫✨

[insomniphic]

💕VALENTINES DAY IS A WEEK AWAY!💕

So guess what?! :D

I’ll be posting daily One-Shots of Narry in very Valentine scenarios for 7 days!

None of these are canon! They’re just cool “what if’s” since Narry is probably doomed to be forever lonely 😔.

Anyways~

DAY 1: Crowded Places

Narry participated in a party once; in our current timeline he might have already joined more than four, perhaps none, but ONE was enough to realize his hatred towards crowded places, of every kind. “Hatred”? No. Not really. Maybe it’s discomfort. Maybe fear.

The music is the latest hit of this year, so was the next, and the following. The taste was generic — made to entertain most of the crowd because of how trendy it is — so it was no surprise that everyone was still moving their bodies to a rhythm that matched their hearts more than the beat. Narry wished there was more variety so he could test his memory… Perhaps he could just list out the pitch, the notes, maybe the specific riffs to the bass that carried the harmony.

An arm brushes against his. A sandal comes close to stepping on his black loafers. Hair slashes across his back. An empty plastic cup tips and touches against his chest.

He really needs to stop closing his eyes, these sensations were becoming more intense without his vision and it was making him shudder when he isn’t even feeling cold.

While pursing his thin lips, the brunette tilts his head down and cracks both of his eyes open, looking straight at his feet. There’s about a two step radius that he could shuffle around in. (Disregarding the shoulders that nudged past that small border.) He made sure to straighten his body like a rod, taking less space to give himself, and others, more room.

It’s alright, Narry, just listen to the music. The music is loud, this room is big. It’s alright, Narry, just listen to the echo of the music. If the music echoes, then the room is spacious; it’s big.

“Oh my goood, have you heard what Juliet just did to her new boyfrieend?~” A random girl slurred out, her eyes hazy as she pressed herself closer to her other female companion, trying to be more audible in the crowd.

Narry blinks, his brows furrowing. Music, Narry, music. “You know how to dance, huh?” A man with a buzz-cut hair chuckled as he swayed along with a some blonde woman. The duo was too close for his liking; it’s almost as if those words were directed to him.

“Hahaha! Yeaaah!” The other squeaked, her face flushed and hair a mess from all the grooving, “I was in the dance team when I was in high school!” She grinned suddenly throwing her hands up, ultimately hitting against Narry’s arm without her knowledge.

Narry writhed as he began to inch away from them. He steps out of the center of his small safe space, and it led him into bumping against another stranger. And like a game of Pong, he bumped into another as he apologized. Where’s the music? Narry’s eyes whirled around, looking for safety. Why can’t I hear it?! Where is it?!

…Screw the music. Screw the size of the room. It’s too cramped here— WHY is he here?

“Narry!” The man jumped — not out of fear, but more in relief.

Music. He’s hearing the music.

“Narry! Oh god, what are you doing here?!” Narry’s lover pushed through the wall of people, concern driven all over their face. Before Narry could even reply, they were already taking action. “Common, let’s get you out of here!” They yelled over the crowd.

The yellow eyed man kept himself close behind them. He’s usually much more… organized than this. Thankfully enough, he felt all of the tension release as he stumbled slightly on random rubbish that’s been tossed on the hard tiles of the club. He’s usually much more autonomous than this. When finally reached the door — he forgot there was one (he’s usually a lot more aware than this) — he pries his eyes away from the textured ground and then up at the moon, the stars, his lover. Suddenly, his head was clear.

“Gosh…” Narry groaned, lowering his head into his hands, “I’m usually a lot more… normal than this.” He shuddered, his shoulders sinking slightly.

“Narry, you are being normal.” His hands are stuffy. Music. Listen for the music. “You’re just overstimulated, alright?” he looks up from his hands. He hears the echo of their voice. It’s spacious; the world is big. “Don’t bash yourself for that.” They smiled, clearly hazy from the fun he probably just pulled them away from, but they seemed clear in the head enough to mean what they’re saying.

Once he nodded, the other sighed, running a hand through their hair as they looked down the empty sidewalk and streets before glancing back. “Why are you here, Narry? I thought you said you’ll just stay at home for tonight,” they frowned slightly with concern.

Why? Why… Narry was quiet for a moment, the most knowledgeable being in the world seemingly forgotten. “Oh— uh…” his hands naturally ran down to touch his pocket, feeling the contour of his cellular device. Right. “I wanted to pick you up,” he mumbled, “You texted me a while ago, saying that your friends left earlier while you guys were at the pub, and I didn’t want you to go back with an Uber — and by yourself. I came — brought the car — and thought I could find you easily if I go inside myself instead of waiting. And—“ he paused, “I got stuck.”

His lover chuckled, before they reached down and took his gloved hands into theirs. “That’s really thoughtful of you, Narry… thank you.” They gave him a closed eyed smile, and Narry couldn’t help but reciprocate, albeit a bit shy because of the earlier predicament.

“Are you good for a hug?” They widened their arms for him, and Narry paused.

Of course he couldn’t say “no”. And with a small hum of encouragement, he bent himself down and enveloped themselves into each other’s warmth.

The hug was tight; it gave him no space to move, and the entirety of the hug were just sensations he wouldn’t usually agree to. And yet… he didn’t mind it.

Narry has a fear towards crowded places, but his only exception only ever seemed to be their comfort.

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[soulmvtes]

hi dearest!!!!! what are your thoughts on season 3 of bridgerton so far??? really curious to hear ur opinion <33

helloooo! it's goood so far but i fear it did not live up to what i thought it would be, i don't rly care for colin he's so annoying n fugly (sorry) like the wink was so cringe n his lady friends etc but i get that the whole point is he is finding himself etc so it'll be nice to see that in the second part, was hoping for more angst in these first episodes i don't think they utilised the friends-to-lovers yearning enough or in the right way but i guess we will see how it all goes down esp when he finds out she is lady whistledown, the francesca stuff seems interesting tho and its nice to see kate n anthony even if i don't care abt them now that they're together haha n esp if they're getting down in every scene we have of them lmao too much fanservice but yeah all in all, it was enjoyable i just wish we got the whole season

[sadlittleratboy]

I wish there was a word for boys that meant what bimbo means for girls. And before y'all say himbo: for most people that evokes an image of a golden retriever guy built like Chris Hemsworth who is a little confused but has the spirit and respects women. I'm talking about dumb blonde stereotypes. Too much pink, kind of slutty, chewing their gum too loud, saying the word like 30 times in a sentence, and talking soooo sloooow like ooohh myyy goood

I know some people use himbo in this way too but I fear The Straights won't understand what I mean