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[roryfrommybabysittersavampire]

I did not choose to have fucking cannibalism as a special interest but here we are folks :3 painted this in art class for a typography assignment.

[spookykoolkat]

kinktober | the man in apartment 6a - j.m.

kinktober day three - dumbification

pairing: older!joel miller x younger!plus size!reader

wc: 9.0k

summary: your older, grumpier yet handy neighbor can hear everything that goes on in the comfort of your pink four walled bedroom, simply because shitty apartment buildings made the walls so thin.

warnings: 18+ ONLY! minors are NEVER welcomed. pervy!joel, creepy!joel, older!joel, JOEL IS WARNING IN HIMSELF LOL, mentions of self loathing, uncomfortable sex (not with joel), marijuana use, alcohol use, fingering, oral (f receiving), manhandling, degradation (slight), creampie/breeding, pet names (sweet girl, sweetheart, pretty girl, baby, dumb, stupid, daddy), a little bit of ass eating (whoops), raw penetration (p in v) *wrap it up pls*, aftercare

reblogs, likes and comments are very very appreciated!

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IT WAS A FRIDAY NIGHT, work was tired, and you needed to take the edge off with a fat blunt and a full glass of wine. it was so quiet in the apartment complex you lived in that you might be the loudest one there, since three of your neighbors are older than 50. 

so after you poured your bottle of wine into a glass, you turned your led lights under your coffee table on and the bulbs that are in your two lamps beside your couch. it was such a colorful scenery, you loved smoking and drinking like this with music or a movie on in the background. making sure to not turn the volume up too loud, or else joel would come knocking on your door asking you to turn it down. 

joel was your neighbor in 6a and to you he always seemed like he had a thorn stuck in his ass cheek. he was a bitter old man who seemed like he hated fun, or maybe he just hated you. 

but you didn’t care much. nothing was going to stop you from being you, being bubbly and optimistic. it makes no sense to you to sit solemnly and think about every wrong turn you’ve ever made, and yet it seems that’s all joel does. 

he was always on edge, noticing the way he would flinch meeting you as the two of you locked your doors and headed off to work. you watched him from your window when he walked into the complex up the stairs, and noticed how he always had his jaw and fists clenched, head whipping in every direction before seemingly slipping inside his apartment and locking up. 

it made you curious as to what made him so tense, so frustrated and even paranoid. you wished you were someone he could go to, to release all of his ugly emotions and thoughts onto you. maybe you were being young and naive, having irrational sex daydreams as you gathered your paraphernalia to roll a blunt. It was delusional, yes you knew that, but you couldn’t help but fantasize about your neighbor.

but you wanted him in every way. you didn’t care he was twice your age, and you didn’t care that he was about as introverted and mean as they come. he’s a real asshole. to you, you felt you were allowed these fantasies given he’d never be the type of man that would want you. i mean, you were young enough to be his daughter, and you weren’t so sure that he even liked bigger women.

shaking your thoughts of him, you hummed along to whatever song that was on your halloween playlist playing loudly. soon after it’s rolled, you spark it up and take hits of it as you throw your body back on the couch.

you feel at ease as you listen to your playlist and smoke your blunt, enjoying peace for a day. your hair was still wet from the shower you took, and your blunt was barely starting to form a good cherry when three bangs hit your door over the music that startled you. 

you take a few more hits trying to get the most out of your blunt and ash it out quickly, yelling a choked out, i’m coming!!, over the music. you get up with your wine glass, walking barefoot to the door and opening it as your eyes meet a broad chest in a button up black and gray flannel, buttoned over a plain white t-shirt. 

joel.

“uh, hey. what’s up?” you say, setting your glass down on your door side table. 

“you told me your toilet wasn’t workin’? didya need me to take a look?” he asked as he unsubtly soaked in your attire. shit. you completely forgot your piece of shit toilet stopped flushing. 

you noticeably had no bra on, and your tank top was resting at the curve of your waist with one strap off of your shoulder, showing off your plush body and midriff. he could almost see the hardening of your nipples when you opened the door. 

“oh, right. i thought you meant you could do it like, monday.” you said, wishing to just relax tonight. he shook his head and looked back over your body, before meeting your eyes. 

“i’m busy monday. it’s now or never,” he bargained with a hard tone and you rolled your eyes.

“of course, right, sorry. come in.” you said and moved out of the way to step inside your girly apartment. you went to your coffee table to grab the remote and turn the volume down a little on your tv. 

“the restroom is-,” you start to say and go towards it until he cuts you off. 

“i know where it is. i’ll be done in a bit,” he said coldly and you pressed your lips into a thin line. he renovated these apartments dumbass. 

“alright.” you said and let him go to the back hall to find the restroom, and you released a breath. 

you felt like you looked messy, you just got out of the shower and had no bra on, and didn’t have panties on either. you were embarrassed. 

it was a free night for you and he had to barge in. of course. you decided to grab your wine and sit down on the couch, eyeing the blunt wishing you could be smoking it right now. instead you sip on your wine and scroll on your phone for maybe thirty minutes until he calls out for you. 

“coming!” you replied a little too cheery, and walked to the back rooms to see him on his hands and knees trying to reach under the toilet with his tools sprawled out on your pink bath rug. 

joel tried to hide the smile that grew when he heard your eager voice.

“yeah?” you asked and blushed at his image. he looked so sexy with his eyebrows furrowed, even sexier looking so manly in such a pink room. His dark colored clothes made an exciting difference in your bathroom. 

joel quickly scaled you over, from your bare feet with black toenails up to your week old shaven legs, up your wide thighs, to the fat of your tummy and the curves of your breasts. 

“you think i can have me a water bottle?” he asked, and you smiled, completely unaware he was thinking of bending you over the sink and making you watch yourself take all of him.

joel had a teensy crush on you the second he saw you at his doorstep. 

you mustered up the strength to knock on two doors to be greeted by two elderly ladies, and introduce yourself as their neighbors while giving them cookies you baked for them. 

you figured it was the best way to gain their trust and familiarity as you were going to be living here for a while. and while it worked on them, you weren’t so sure about your last neighbor. you were nervous. you hated socializing and to introduce yourself as the new person in the area, but the last door you knocked on was one that truly ruined your day. 

the door swung open ferociously to present a tall broad figure with tan skin, eyes tired and hair all ruffled. you could tell he just woke up, and you instantly regretted it. the force of the door opening made you feel a gust of wind, and chills. 

you were taught it was common courtesy to introduce yourself when you’re new somewhere, though it didn’t seem he was happy to see you at his doorstep all cheery and energized.

“uh, hi, i’m your neighbor in 6C, i just moved in and i just wanted to introduce myself,” you said and told him your name, with a small smile. he kind of just looked at you blankly, adjusting his eyes to your figure and face. 

“i, uh i made cookies for everyone so, i thought i’d bring them by cus i just like to bake and i thought maybe it’d be a peace offering... it’s okay if not i just wanted to be nice,” you rambled looking into his brown eyes as you held the plate covered in foil out with your hands. he looked between the plate, you and next to him to look at the clock on his doorway table.  

you were nervous, tapping your fingers on the plate and biting the inside of your cheek. he was so handsome. so manly. 

“you’re knockin at my door at eight thirty in the morning ona saturday to give me some cookies?” he asked, making sure what was happening was real. it was a little comical to him, only seeing shit like this in the movies. but to him, you were cute. he knew he didn’t carry southern hospitality and kindness like most, like you.

“you don’t have to take them. just tryna be nice,” you mumbled and pulled your arms back, your texan accent almost as thick as his. 

“Mmhmm, well i don’t need no cookies this mornin’,” he said surely. it kind of pissed you off honestly. 

“forget about it,” you said and turned your head down, moving to the door next to his and opening it right before mumbling, “asshole,” and slamming your door shut.

you were just so cute, so lively that he was drawn to you. it was odd because joel’s taste in women usually ranged, but he’d never been so drawn to a woman who seemed so eager to take on the world everyday. joel wasn’t used to seeing people so happy to leave the comfort of their homes to go into the city and interact with people, he wasn’t used to people making small talk as you fetch the mail at the same time. but that was you. 

he would just shake you off, mumble words to get you to stop being so cheerful and kind. he didn’t want you to waste your time on him, he didn’t deserve your kindness. you heard the small comments. 

“so damn pink,” 

“ya have to hum all the way down four flights of stairs?”

“you ever not dressed in glitter and ponies?” 

which he over exaggerated, you just liked pink. you would ignore the mean comments, and you would force yourself to remember that he is a man of cutting down trees and building houses with his bare hands. whatever you think is manly, he is. he wore nothing but dark colors, denim, work boots, and still had the iphone eight which seemed like it was forced on him. 

but this is the first time he spoke to you remotely nice, and asked you for anything. 

“yeah, uh do you want like, ice or just room temp?” you asked a bit embarrassed, wondering if that was a dumb question to ask. and a small, very small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth but it was so slight you almost gaslit yourself into seeing it. 

“don’t matter sweetheart, whatever ya wanna get me,” he said and went back to doing whatever it was he was doing. 

your tummy just fluttered at the small pet name as you pushed yourself off the door frame and moved to the kitchen.

never did you ever think you would hear a word like that come out of his mouth when referring to you.

you grabbed a water bottle and grabbed some ice chips with a scoop to pour it into a tall thermos. you took it straight to joel, and he faced you as you leaned down a bit to hand him the cup. from your stance, he could practically see down your shirt but only stole a small glance. 

you couldn’t notice, you were just excited to do something nice for him. 

“you need anything else?” you asked with your hands behind your back, your chest poking out a bit more and the light made it easy to see your nipples against the cloth. 

“nah, i got all i need, you can go relax.” he said and went back to work as you walked off. 

you wondered if there was a softness to his voice as you sat back down on the couch, turning your music up a little bit but not loud enough to get bitched at by joel. you figured he’d might be here for a bit given his outbursts of cursing because something wasn’t working with him, so you grabbed your blunt and lit it again. this was your apartment. 

joel was frustrated enough from the stupid toilet. a bolt kept untightening every time he tried to flush, and it pissed him off enough but kept him busy as he smelled the scent of strong weed filling his nose. he knew he smelled it when he walked in, but now he can smell the smoke and hear your muffled coughs every once and a while.

he was actually a bit surprised, for some reason you didn’t seem like the type to partake. he knows in his days he did, so he wasn’t judging you at all, it just didn’t seem like something a girl like you would do. you seemed so… behaved.

he ended up managing to find the bolt he was looking for because it fell somewhere and skidded across the restroom floor. 

joel didn’t mind working on things for the neighbors in his complex, he was really the only one that was able to fix almost everything in sight. he was never bothered by it either, in the back of his mind he wanted to feel like he was needed. like he could do some type of good for people even if he was closed off and cold. his hands were godsend, and in many ways. 

but he’d always see things maybe the resident wouldn’t want him to see, like a box of condoms or a sex toy. it didn’t bother him, he’d just ignore it.

but here he was, still and frozen as he finally found the bolt laying on a pair of red panties that were laid on your floor like you just had these on. and you did. 

you managed to get all of your clothes in the hamper except the pair of panties you had on, you actually thought maybe it was in the tangles of your clothes. but no. there they were, and he was on his way to losing his mind. he couldn’t move, he just stared at the red high cut panties that even had a black bow on the trim. 

he couldn’t stop himself. before he knew it, he grabbed your underwear and almost inspected them quickly before taking them, pushing the fabric into his nose and breathing in your musk, and folding them to put in his back pocket. he felt drunk on you already. he knew it was wrong, he knew he was probably a sick man. but he needed something from you, anything. 

the opportunity showed itself, he just took it. 

now, he still smelled you lingering on his nose, and imagined what your pussy looked like puffy and red for him. he wanted to fill you up completely and fuck you until you were sore and throbbing, he wanted to see those cute little glossy lips of yours kissing the tip of his cock and taking it in your throat like a fleshlight. 

you were just perfect. so much for him to grab, kiss, and mark. he wanted your eyes to watch him devour you whole, and he craved to watch you break for him.

he knew he was a creep. he didn’t care. joel never acted on his desires and his pervy ways, until now, when really he wanted to do it all. whenever you came out to the mailboxes the same time as he did, he wanted to get his phone and sneak pictures of you, under your skirts more specifically. 

he was thinking of if you’ve ever fucked yourself here in this very restroom he’s crouched in, thinking of the way your leg would lift to rest on some vantage point, fingering your hole until you fought to stand upright again. he imagined you walking in a little white towel back to your room, drying off and getting dressed in front of him. his cock was throbbing at the image, pairing it with the image of the red panties he stole. 

he couldn’t work like this, not thinking of all of the ways he wanted to make you whine, make you squirm, make you cum. 

he finally managed to fix the problem after 30 minutes and flushing once to test, smiling at his success. it was always satisfying seeing something broken be fixed, he was a problem solver, he loved the challenge. he cleaned up his area and picked up his tools, putting them in the bag and fixing himself before he washed his hands and wiped them down with a towel, leaving the restroom to see you puffing a small roach of your blunt. 

“y’know you shouldn’t be smokin in here,” he said and you jumped a bit, exhaling the last bit of smoke and ashing it out in your ashtray. you just looked at him with a small smile, but realizing this is your apartment. he can’t tell you what to do. 

“oh, well i mean, i thought… i mean it’s my apartment, so,” you said as you blushed, feeling like you’re in trouble now. 

“don’t worry yourself, darlin’. i ain’t gonna tell on you,” he suggested and you blushed, somehow even more. 

“would you want like, a drink? the least i can do,” you said as you grabbed a dos equis from your fridge and walked up to him, handing it to him. he was hesitant at first, really in deep thought about whether he should accept this or not. was it opening a door? he hoped so. 

“thanks,” he said and took it from you, not looking at the green bottle at all. he put his tools down on the small table you had in your kitchen and followed you to sit on the loveseat on the right side of the living room. 

“it’s joel by the way, no one calls me mr. miller,” he said as he took a swig. you nodded and responded ohh, moving to drink more of your wine. you ended up changing your music to a horror movie and kept your eyes trained on that instead of his eyes. you felt him watching you, every breath you took, every blink, every lip bite. 

“so who lived here before me?” you asked to break the silence, looking to him from the movie. his eyes were already on you, you just met them. you figured you’d make some sort of conversation if he was going to sit there and drink a beer. who drinks together silently? 

“nother’ older lady, she was a good neighbor,” he trailed and drank from his beer. you quirked your eyebrows, drinking from the wine glass and keeping it by your side. 

“am i not a good neighbor?” you asked sweetly, genuinely curious. he refrained himself from getting up from his seat and showing how good of a neighbor you really were to him. 

“you are, just a little loud from time to time.” he admitted, more so talking about your unsatisfying experiences with the men you bring him. 

“am i? i’m sorry, i’ll try to keep it down,” you said softly, almost embarrassed and you looked at your fingers tapping on the rim of the wine glass. 

“s’alright, it ain’t too distracting.” he lied. of course it was distracting. he was begging to know what you sounded like when you were really enjoying yourself, how you looked under him and on top of him. how he imagined you in his room instead. 

“still, i don’t wanna be that neighbor that’s annoying,” you said and looked back up at him to where he’s sitting. “i feel like you hate me.” you finished. 

he doesn't blame you. he doesn't make it easy for people to know him, or make a nice impression firsthand. he kind of feels bad for making you feel like that. but he was just not that friendly honestly, not that nice and not that comforting. at least he felt he was. he didn’t know how to be. 

“it’s nothin’ personal,” he said and drank from his bottle again, letting his eyes trail over your body. you felt it, hell you saw it, and you still squirmed. 

“i prefer to be by myself.” he said and you nodded, but he was still watching you. 

“i see. i understand now, sorry for imposing most of the time.” you say with an apologetic smile, and he kind of smiled. it shocked you really to see any emotion other than anger and discomfort displayed on his face.

“you don’t bother me, not one bit.” he said to reassure you, but he wanted you to know you did far more than “bothering” him. you just smiled, blushing a bit at his confession.

“so is it just you living here?” you asked and saw his face look a little pained, and again you regret opening your mouth. 

“uh, no actually. i have a sixteen year old i sort of adopted. just me and my daughter.” he said and you were a little shocked. how did you never manage to see her? or hear her?

“she goes on her own a lot, friends places, parties. i know she can handle herself so, she has my number if anything happens.” he answered your internal questions. 

“that’s really sweet. i wished my parents did that. i kind of had to move away from them’ after i graduated. m’ not really on speaking’ terms with any of my family.” you admitted a little sadly, even though he didn’t ask.  you seemed as though you could talk for hours if no one shut you up. 

“i’m sorry to hear that,darlin’,” he said and continued to drink his beer until he finished it. 

“it’s fine, i’m a lot happier now than i was before.” you said with a small smile, and drank from your wine glass. joel was glad you took the attention off of him and his daughter, not asking any questions about his situation. he appreciated it. 

he just nodded, finishing his beer as you finished your wine and suddenly you were nervous. again. it was just you and him, in this colorfully lit room. you looked at him as he got up, and walked to the kitchen to grab his tools. no no wait wait you can’t leave, not yet. 

“thank ya for the hospitality, i should go,” he said coldly and you almost scrambled to your feet to step in front of him. 

“um, wait uh,” you tried to think of an excuse. anything. something to keep him here a little longer. he looked down at you, how flustered you were, how you looked like you were trying to come up with an excuse. you really even didn’t think it through, you were just acting on the pulsing in your shorts.

but suddenly, you got a bit insecure. you didn’t know joel’s type, and you wondered what the outcome would be of throwing yourself at him. 

“yeah?” he asked and tilted his head, curious as to what you had to say. truth is, he didn’t wanna leave either. how could he wanna leave when you looked so desirable right now? he couldn’t even feel bad that he was practically 20 years older than you, he wanted to ruin you. 

“um, nothing, m’ sorry.” you said. you admitted defeat. there was nothing you could’ve said or done to make him stay, at least that's what you thought. 

“have a good night,” you said and he repeated it to you. you walked him out, shutting the door behind him. 

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joel was still awake after his shower. not by choice. he was laying in his bed, checking the time on his clock that flashes at 2:30am, and back at the wall that connects the two of you. were you seriously this unaware at how loud you were? 

he was thanking god that ellie wasn’t home, so she wouldn’t be hearing any of this either. but he was also wondering if you were even enjoying yourself in the first place. 

after joel left, you felt this aching feeling that you couldn’t satisfy yourself so you just called a friend over. one that you really don’t know, and you don’t care about, but one that wanted to have sex with you just as bad as you wanted to have sex with joel. 

one thing led to another and there you are once again, laying in bed as this guy poorly ate you out and uncomfortably fingered you. it just didn’t feel right, and at this point you were hoping he was done. your fake moans rang through the apartment again, wondering if you were over or under selling it. to the lanky guy between your legs, you were selling it just fine. 

you even tried thinking of joel being the one sliding into you as this guy did, but you doubted he'd be this painfully terrible at sex. it didn’t feel enjoyable, it just felt like blindly jabbing at your cervix. not even 10 minutes later, that man is out your door and you're back in bed, feeling miserable with yourself. 

you wanted for once to have a good sexual encounter, constantly feeling ugly and used. these men didn’t even care about you and didn’t care if you were satisfied, and you hated yourself for it. the physical intimacy you wanted seemed like it was something you wouldn’t be able to find. 

you craved a man’s touch even if you hated it or not, maybe blaming it on your daddy issues or just blaming the fact that you looked for the wrong things in the wrong thing. you wanted comfort and protection and looked for it in sex. 

you wanted joel. you wanted him since you moved in despite him being a dick. you wanted to know how it felt to be protected by him, to be held by him, to be wanted by him. and you wanted it so bad, you started crying. loudly, at that. 

in the moment, joel felt like he was imposing on your privacy. he felt bad listening to your muffled cries like this, and he wanted to do everything he could to help you. he knew so little about your family situation, but to him you had no family. he never saw you with friends, he only saw you with a new man every week. he wanted to comfort you, to show you that he and you were more alike than you thought.

he heard it stop for about twenty minutes all of the sudden, and then something bump into the wall he was staring at. then, it started again.  

you just laid there after your shower, now softly crying and sniffling as you heard a soft knocking on your front door. you got a little scared, so you wiped your tears fast and slipped on the shorts you had on to go open your door. it was dark in the main room, only a small orange lighting shining in front of your windows. you even noticed finally that it was actually pouring rain outside.

“who is it?” you said a little loudly, too nervous to peek through the hole. you fiddled with your polished black nails before the person answered. 

“it’s joel,” he said and you paused. 

“joel?” you asked. 

 you quickly unlocked your door to open it enough to peek your head out. 

“what are you doing here?” you asked, looking up at him. you scanned over his attire, now barefoot and in a simple black shirt and pajama pants. his head was whipping right and left, seeing if anyone else was in the hall to see him. 

now, he was the one that was nervous. what was he doing here? what did he think was going to happen? if he played it right, everything he ever wanted. 

“can i come in?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck and you gulp, opening the door wider to allow his broad figure in your home. your eyes were trained down, refusing to let him look at you. 

“can i get you something? water?” you asked, still not facing him and turning a lamp on next to your couch and moving past him until he grabs your wrist firmly. you still, and you have no choice but to look at him with your bloodshot eyes. 

“i can hear, y’know,” he said, paying attention to your tear stained face as you slowly looked up to him. 

“hear? hear what?” you said unknowingly. 

“everything. i can hear the guys you bring home, i can hear you moanin’, i can hear you cryin’,” he said, pulling you closer to him. by now you were almost to his chest as he grabbed your other wrist and held you tight. 

“i-,” you began but you felt humiliated. you didn’t realize he could really hear everything, that he heard everything that transpired in your room tonight. 

“did he make you cry?” he asked grimly, his eyes dark and his stare serious.

he wasn’t squeezing hard enough to hurt you, your breath just caught in your throat because you were nervous. nervous to admit to anything. 

“no, he didn’t, he didn’t do anything to me,” you said and looked down at his hands gripping your flesh. 

“it doesn’t matter. i’m just really sorry, i didn’t know that’s what you meant earlier. i’m sorry it won’t happen again.” you apologized with tears in your eyes. the guy who you fucked wasn’t even worth all of this embarrassment that flooded you. 

“then why’re you cryin, sweet girl?” he asked, moving his hand to your chin so you can look up at him. 

“i, it’s nothing, i’m sorry for waking you up,” you said and blinked your tears away, your hands falling to your side when he released you. you just stood there though, his hand on your cheek while his thumb rubbed circles into your face. 

“it ain’t nothin. he wasn’t makin’ you feel good? made you feel bad?” his southern accent was thick in this tone, but for some reason you felt at ease. better now that he was here. 

“he made me feel bad,” you were too nervous to lie, he already heard you through the wall. 

“i know, baby, i know,” he said. you really couldn’t move, the words coming from his mouth were insane to you. you couldn’t fathom the fact that he was talking like this, to you. his hands slid to grip your hips, to feel the way they curve into your waist, resting at the small of your back so that now you’re pressed against his body. 

“i never hated ya,” he said, his face getting closer to yours to where you could feel his breath on your lips. while your breathing was faltered and shaky, his was calm and collected. he wasn’t nervous anymore, he was determined. 

“actually, i think i like you more than i’d like t’ admit,” he whispered, moving his lips to your ear and your neck. 

“what are you talkin’ about?” you breathed. your arms just went slack, you didn’t know what to do with them, if you should finally touch him and feel his hard chest, feel his body the way he feels yours, or if you just want to accept that this is a dream. 

you finally move your hands to his waist and grip tightly onto his shirt, almost like if you let go you’ll fall. 

“i know you feel the same, darlin’. i can hear you, remember? i can hear you callin’ for me, moanin’ for me when you touch yourself.” your breath shook slightly and he smiled against your neck, moving his hands up your back. 

and the only thing you can say, that your brain can think of, is to apologize. 

“none of that, don’t do that. tell me sweetheart, do ya want me to make you feel good?” he asked, and you pulled his body closer to yours. 

“do, um, do you want to do that?” you were so unsure of all this. did he truly like you? did he truly find you attractive? you never failed to question men’s sincerity, was this just for pleasure or was this emotional? 

“my sweet baby, if i ever say no to you like that, i’ve gone fuckin’ senile,” he groaned against your neck. 

“y’know how many times i've thought about being between these legs of yours?” there was nothing else that could’ve made you as wet as you were right now, you heard the roughness of his texas accent, the lust mixing with desire. he wanted nothing but you. 

“been wantin’ t’ ruin those little skirts you wear. jus’ wanna watch you fall apart on my cock,” your eyes widened and you felt a pool of arousal coat your cunt. you’d never been talked to like this, the crudeness of his words sliced whatever tension there was, and you gave in.

his lips moved down your neck and to your chest as you pant against him, your body pressed into a wall near the hallway that leads to your bedroom and restroom. he pressed against you enough so you could feel the hardening bulge on your thigh and he could feel the softness of your breasts pushed into him. while kissing your neck and shoulder, he moved your hand to feel his hardness while grunting a bit into your skin. 

“you feel what ya do to me? you see how i get for ya?” he asked, and you whimpered a bit feeling how large he really was through his pajama pants. he pulled away from you a bit and looked down at his hand on top of yours, your own hand voluntarily softly massaging his cock. 

“fuck, sweetheart, you know,” he cooed, smoothing your hair down and grabbing the nape of your neck to crane it back, “you know exactly what that pretty face does to me,” 

he tilted your head to look at him, to be close enough to his face to feel his breath on your face. 

“tell me you want me, honey,” he said sweetly, looking between your eyes and your lips. you just kept your eyes on his while he examined you. 

“i, i want you,” you said in a whisper and blushed. joel smiled to himself, another smile you’d never seen, and slid down against your body and grabbed the back of your thighs, urging you to jump and instinctively you did. 

only he made you forget you were three times the size of a skinny woman. 

“joel, wait i’m too heavy for this wait,” you said but he stayed put, didn’t move, didn’t talk. he just stared at you. 

“ain’t no such thing as too heavy, princess, i’ll still pick you up and fuck you stupid,” he assured, playfully tapping your ass as he carried you all the way to your room, laying you on your back. you swore he could feel the pulsing of your cunt against his abdomen. 

he brought you to your room, dark and quiet with the help of your small lamp illuminating your face as he laid you down on your back, falling with you. 

“gonna let me see you, baby? let me see all of this,” he said lowly, crawling to straddle you and put his hands on your tummy, groping and massaging. 

“i-,” you said, out of breath already and joel smirked. he was loving you like this. so dumb and innocent for him. 

“you’re jus’ the sweetest little thing, baby,” he said as his eyes roamed your body. “gotta use your words, baby, let me hear that pretty voice, tell me what you want,” he said again. 

“touch me, anywhere, p-please,” you whimpered out enough and he hummed in satisfaction. 

his fingers creeped up your stomach, leaving a burn with their trail and acted like he was going to help you out of it, but instead he bends down and grips the center of your tank top with two hands and careful to not hurt you, but fast and swift, he rips the weak cloth in half. 

“what, joel oh-” you said and joel’s fingers wrapped around your throat with no pressure, and held you in place as his eyes trailed over your body again, his other hand roughly moved the two halves of your tank to either side. 

“what did he do that you didn’t like, baby?” he asked you as he stayed on top, playing with your breasts by squeezing and pushing them together, only thinking impurely about you. 

you couldn’t think of anything as he felt you up as he pleased, his calloused hands rubbing your smooth skin, tugging and pinching your nipples to watch them harden and extend just for him. 

“just,” 

“he, ugh,” 

he laughs. “can’t even talk while i play with these pretty titties? goin’ dumb already baby?” 

“mmmph,” you couldn’t muster any words. it was a new feeling, feeling lightheaded and only drunk off of joel. 

“please, fuck me,” you whimpered, moving your hands to play with his waistband and try to tug at it. but he stopped you quickly, never letting you even grab a hold of the fabric when he grabs your wrists. 

“need you to tell me exactly what you want, can you do that?” he asked you and you whined, squirming with his hands still locking you in place. 

you looked up at him, his eyes only on yours and his cock straining against his pajama pants. “fingers,” 

it’s all you mustered and he accepted it, moving down a little to move his fingers down into your panties and spreading your legs with his. his fingers immediately felt heat when he spread your cunt and moved down to your hole, teasing and prodding in your arousal. 

“baby’s so wet for me, yeah? you ever thought about me, honey?” he asked you as he looked between you and where his fingers hid in your shorts, waiting for an answer. you were a whimpering mess, soft breaths and pants falling from your lips with every touch. 

“mhm,” you mustered, clenching your eyes shut when his middle finger circled your hole and pushed his palm against your clit, “always wanted you,” 

if you weren’t so dizzy, you probably would’ve scorned yourself for saying that. but he was amused, moving his scruffy cheek to glide against yours and leave kissing on your neck. 

“thought about you too, pretty girl. just so damn cute all the fuckin’ time, couldn’t stop thinkin’ about how you’d look taking my cock,” you whined at his words, trying to shut your legs to stop the pressure but he just shook his head and pried them apart. your hands were tight on his wrist, begging him to let up as he fucks you with two fingers and uses your slick to rub circles over your clit. 

“r-really?” you asked through choked moans, your body lifting up to watch him finger you. he chuckled softly, “yeah, sweetheart. can’t stop thinkin’ about ya,” 

he pauses before taking your shorts and panties off quickly, spreading your legs further and throwing them over his own spread thighs you went back to gripping at your sheets, your body responding to every touch as he spread your cunt even more and spit on it. 

“you want me to fuck this pretty hole, baby?” he asked, watching your slick cover his hand as he curled his fingers inside of you. you were a mess, incoherent, making sounds and guttural noises as he brought you closer to your edge. all you could do was nod erratically and try to close your legs. 

“i’m gonna need you to cum for me then, sweetheart. needa’ see this little cunt cum for me,” he growled, his other hand pulling his pajama pants down, easily taking them off. 

“i, i-,” you choked, your chest tight as you watched him abuse your pussy and watched as his eyes flashed quickly. he managed to lift your lower half up in the air by your ass cheeks, bringing your core to his mouth and pulling you closer to him so he could taste you. 

“daddy,” you moaned as he pulled away with a harsh breath. 

“‘s that right? that’s what you like, baby? want daddy to make you feel real good? go fuckin’ stupid on my cock?” he taunted, his words making your stomach flutter and your clit throb. 

you whimpered a small yes, but you couldn’t think. you’d say yes to anything he offered. you’d take anything he gave you. he didn’t even have to ask, you wanted him to give you anything he wanted. he went back to lapping at your cunt, slurping up any of your juices that ran down your crack, licking at your unused hole that puckered for him. 

it was a new feeling, something no one had done but the way he lapped at both holes made your orgasm build ten times faster, and soon you felt it creeping down your shoulders and sending a cold chill down to your toes. it was blinding, the noises you made were yelps and gasps as if the air had been knocked out of you. 

your entire body shook within his grasp and his mouth never let go of your overstimulated bud, sending more of your juices to leak out of you nonstop. joel wasted no time to lick you all up and manage to strip naked, watching your body go through aftershocks of your orgasm and smiling. 

“pretty girl, such a fuckin’ pretty girl,” he cooed, crawling between your legs again and grabbing you by your waist, flipping you onto tour tummy and chest as he helps you move to steady yourself on your knees. 

“you’d let me do whatever i want to ya, ain’t that right princess?” his voice was like velvet, making you feel warm all over as you pushed your ass into his groin. you whimpered as you felt his hardness against your cunt and you wiggled your hips, making joel laugh a little and slap your ass. 

“so eager too, huh?” all you could do was nod into the pillow, using your forearms to fold under it and hold your head up. the arch in your back was exaggerated, but you wanted him to be able to get the best leverage on you. 

he gripped your hips tight like you were going to leave him, and spread your asscheeks to see both holes shining for him. 

“tell me you want me, can you do that for me?” he asked condescendingly and you hummed, drunk off him grabbing your ass to pull your cheeks apart and watch as they jiggle. 

“i want you,” you muffled, your voice not sounding recognizable. it was hoarse, from moaning and crying and was about to get even more raspy. 

“good girl, you tell me if you want me to stop yeah?” 

“no! please,” you clung onto whatever he was giving you, “i want it, all of it, please,” you cried for him. 

he spits down on your asshole and watches it slip down to your cunt, and he positioned himself at your hole as he keeps your ass spread apart for him. 

“so fuckin’ messy, such a sweet cunt for me,” he moaned as he pushed the head of his cock inside, making you whimper at the small stretch. you didn’t think he could stretch you anymore, until he sunk deeper into your hole and made you start gasping for air. 

“what baby? is it too much? can’t take daddy’s cock?” he taunted behind you as your weak arms went from under the pillow to trying to push his thighs back. unfortunately with your strength, it was no use and only gave him incentive to pin both your arms behind your back, right where your back arched. 

you could feel your drool leaking onto the pillow as he slid slowly into you, not stopping until you felt his balls hit against your cunt. your legs were already trembling from his sheer size, making joel put one hand on the fat of your hip to steady you and one hand on your wrists. 

he started to pull out again, just to slide back in and repeat the movement as he slowly started to speed up the pace. you could hear faint groaning and the sound of your slick gathering on his cock, the wetness being the only noise that was distinct. 

it was pain and pleasure balled into one as he kept gliding in and out of you, feeling your walls tighten and release around him the faster he went. you felt each thrust make your body lurch forward, pushing your face into the pillow as he kept his relentlessness up. 

“oh, baby you feel so fuckin’ good, so good for me,” he groaned. he grabbed both your wrists with his hands and yanked your body up off the mattress so that your breasts are exposed for him. he takes advantage of the space between you and bed, and pulls you even further up to press you against his chest. 

“keep makin’ those pretty sounds for me, makes me wanna ruin this little pussy even more,” he grinned against your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist, and you threw your arms back to grab onto his hair and head. you needed something to balance yourself now that you were standing on your knees, and being fucked into like you weighed absolutely nothing. 

“d-, fuck, i can’t,” you choked through a loud moan, one that made joel grunt as he fucked into you harder. he wasn’t doing small strokes, he was pulling out almost all the way and slamming back into you in a way that sent pain to your cervix, but pressure on your clit begging to be released. 

“can’t what princess? can’t think? i know baby, gettin’ fucked so good you can’t even talk,” he chuckled, moving his hand to grab at your breast and knead your flesh. his hands molded onto your body like they were made to fit you, but all your mind could focus on was the sound of his skin slapping against yours. 

joel knew you were going dumb already, not expecting answers from you as that would just be cruel. he wanted to make you feel good, and the way your spit covered your chin and your mouth fell open but hardly any noise was making its way out, he knew he was doing a damn good job. 

“hear that, baby? such a fuckin’ pretty mess, you like soakin’ my cock like that? so damn wet, so fuckin’ tight,” you couldn’t get enough of his words when he plucked at your nipple, teasing and pinching to get you closer and closer. 

“s-so big, m’ so full,” you cried and he smiled again, holding you closer than ever as he wallowed in your voice. 

“my baby’s full of me, full of my cock,” he repeated, never slowing down as he pulled out just to push all of him back into you at once. he was in love with how you felt, he even felt like he was losing his train of thought at you let out deep moans that made his cock jerk inside of you. 

“‘s okay baby, you look so cute all fucked out like this, can’t even fuckin’ breathe can ya?” he asked and you shook your head no, reminding yourself to unclench your chest so you could let in a good breath. he heard it, and rubbed up your chest to grip your throat, which elicited a harsh whimper. 

his other hand traveled down your body, past your larger stomach and reached down to your cunt. he used the slick between your lips after stuffing them in your mouth and started to rub circles over your nub, making you squirm and wiggle against his body. 

“uhn-uh, thought you liked takin’ my cock like a slut? take it, baby.” you couldn’t even move if you wanted to, wanting to fuck back on his cock and meet his thrusts. you were almost empty headed, words sounding like words but not being able to form them yourself. 

“there you go, take it all baby it’s yours,” he repeated as he watched you grab onto his arm that held you by the neck and let him ravage you like no other. he was the animal, and you were his prey. 

the feeling of his thick cock ramming you, splitting you open while he fingers worked your clit makes you throw your head back on his shoulder and shut your eyes strongly. it was blinding, the pleasure you felt that he inflicted, and you felt yourself clenching your entire body as your orgasm reached its peak. it’s all you focused on. his hands grabbing you everywhere, soaking you in as he pushed your thick body into his chest and managed to lay on his back. he let our body fall onto his and held you up like that, his hands spreading your legs as you tried to sit up on your hands. 

you couldn’t, of course, couldn’t even think about how he changed positions so quickly, or if you were too heavy for him. your body was limp as he held you open, his thrusts becoming harsher and faster as he fucked into you. 

“m gonna, j-joel, gonna cum, gonna cum, m’ gonna cum,” you chanted in a strained whine, one that sounded needy for him. one of his hands lets go of your leg and rests his palm on your forehead, pulling you back to his shoulder so he can kiss along your jaw and neck. 

“cum for me baby, such a dumb fuckin' slut, taking my cock like you were made f’ it,” he was so insulting, so degrading, but the feeling of losing your autonomy so he can fuck you like you deserved made it even sexier for you. you didn’t know your neighbor felt this way for you, that he’d been wanting to feel you and have you like this. it was exhilarating and when you finally let go, when the ringing in your ears started and every muscle in your body tightened just to go slack again, you realized how much you’d been missing. 

you’d never been fucked to the point of silence, nothing but quiet moans and strained breathing falling out of your lips because you couldn’t think, and as joel holds you by wrapping an arm around the thickness of your tummy and letting you close your legs to alleviate the intensity, he whispers nothing but dirty things in your ear. the shaking never stopped, even as joel started to reach his peak. 

“such a pretty girl,”

“love watchin’ you go dumb on my cock,” 

“gonna fill this cunt with my cum, ya want that sweetheart?”

“can’t even talk, such a dirty fuckin’ whore,”

you were mumbling, blabbering, making noises that couldn’t even be registered as noises as his hips slammed against your ass lazily. you feel it the minute he empties inside of you because he holds you even closer than before, stilling your moving hips and you feel the heat of the white ropes that cover your walls. it was so dirty, so messy, so filthy that you wouldn’t be surprised if you were embarrassed after this. you were still mindlessly groaning, humming as your orgasm buzzed through your body and the feeling of his cum trying to push its way out. 

you both lay there, breathless, sticky and with joel still buried inside of you.

“i have… i have to get off,” you breathed out, coming back to the sense of reality. the air in your room felt cold, pricking at your skin like needles. the sweat didn’t help either. 

“no ya don’t,” he said, only to hold you tighter. 

“joel, i’m like crushing you,” you tried to wiggle out of his grasp and he just gave a quick slap to your cunt, making you jolt and still. 

“don’t be ridiculous, ya need me to show you exactly how strong i am or are ya gonna take my word for it?” he warned and you swallowed, blinking at the ceiling before you turn your head to look at the side of his face before he turns his head to look at you. still, the back of your head rested on his shoulder and your legs were between his.

“i can’t even move, joel,” you said in a smile and he laughed, leaning in to kiss your forehead and over your face. 

“i’ll help ya with that.” 

joel proved once again that he was strong enough to pick you up, because he carried you bridal style to the restroom and got a bath ready for you, joining in to help clean you up and massage your muscles. you were dazed, so entirely fucked out that you let him do whatever he needed to do with you to get you into bed. and he didn’t seem to mind, because after taking care of you he got to snuggle in the same bed he made you drool in. 

he let you cuddle into him all you wanted, wrapping your arms and legs around him to bury your face in the shirt he put on. even though it was your bedsheets and your body wash he used, he still smelled like joel. and it was all you needed, ironically the man you longed for to make you feel good was the man who stayed in 6a.

[pookietv]

tempting | george clarke

okay this is the first smut i have wrote since i was like... fifteen so pls don't judge too harsh!!

started out with a lil george clarkey moment!

cw: smut

you could swear that there was nothing more relaxing than sun. specifically the type of sun that didn't beat down and make everything moist and sweaty, but more dry, relaxed heat, sunkissing skin and relaxing the muscles.

and that's exactly what you were experiencing. a surprise holiday to santorini, after you had complained about summer being about to end in the uk with a pout to george in a passing conversation to george a couple weeks ago, he had spontaneously booked a holiday.

he had agreed with you - summer had ended too quick, and you both wanted your last fix of heat, day drinking and relaxation before the gray skies of london reigned over oncemore.

so there you had ended up, sat on a lounger in the small, cosy airbnb that george had booked, sat next to the thing that george had been most excited about out of the entire trip - a private pool.

you had watched him as he had swam laps around the pool, like a burst of energy, grinning to himself everytime he popped his head up out of the water, and gave you a look, seeing your eyes trail after him absentmindedly.

you giggled a little, standing up from the lounger and perching yourself at the end of the pool, dipping your toes in.

"you're like a dog, you know?" you smiled to yourself, as you could hear george's slight panting breaths as his head popped up from the water oncemore, before swimming over to you, "you can't stay still, can't relax, you practically go mental for a pool," you teased gently, your cheeks slightly pink from the sun.

he let out a playful huff as he ended up in front of you, resting his arms gently on your thighs to steady himself, pausing at the edge of the pool, and looking up at you with a grin, "i just can't help it when the airs so warm and the pools so tempting," he said jokingly, "and anyways, someone's a little sunburned."

"it's not sunburn, its blush, if you must know, from my overactive boyfriend teasing me too much," you giggled to yourself, "and anyways, you're saying the pool is too tempting whilst you have your super hot girlfriend in a skimpy bikini laying waiting for you?" you teased, rolling your eyes playfully at him, "i mean, maybe you've just lost your drive, the george i knew two years ago would be dragging me back to the bedroom already..." you said, attempting to push his buttons in that way that turned him into an incredibly attractive sort of frustrated.

he rolled his eyes a little at your statement, slightly exasperated at your statement, but he couldn't help it - you knew how to push his buttons.

"really? well, maybe i was just taking my time to enjoy a swim... patience is a virtue, sweetheart." he chuckled back, trying to play it off coolly, but you could see the hint of desire in his eyes, and ypu knew you had rocked him.

"so you're practicing self control now?" you quipped back with a cheeky grin, "hey, i'm just saying, if you can't quite keep up with me anymore, don't worry about it... it's not like you've ever been patient before," you grinned to yourself, pushing him that little bit more, your cheeks flush pink as you watched him scoff to himself.

"oh, shut up you, you know i still have all my stamina," he smirked to himself, his thumb rubbing against the inside of your thigh as his eyes practically burned into you, "trust me, sweetheart, i can still keep up with you."

"whatever you say, george," you smiled cheekily, before standing up from the edge of the pool. "i'm gonna go inside and grab the suncream, think i need some more on," you said, turning from george and walking towards the door inside.

the sun was so warm and inviting, but you couldn't deny the relief of the cool shade indoors, as you headed to the bathroom, eyes flitting around looking for the tube of suncream, before stopping to look at yourself in the mirror for a moment. you were a little sunburned, on the bridge of your nose and cheeks, but it rested like a natural flush, and the golden colour that had overtaken the rest of your skin complimented the small freckles that had began to bloom.

after a few moments of looking at yourself in the mirror, you heard soft padding of feet, before you saw george in the reflection of the mirror, leaning against the bathroom wall.

"told you that you were burning," he said smugly, you rolled your eyes at him.

"fine, i was burning a little," you said with a slight smile, looking at his reflection in the mirror, "are we going out tonight for food?"

he hummed a little in response, before coming up behind me and playing with the side parts of the bikini i was wearing, thumbs straightening the twisted fabric, "you look so pretty in this swimsuit, always looks so good on you," he murmured, and i grinned a little, turning around to face him.

"you've seen this bikini a million times," you teased, swatting his hands playfully away as you turned around to face him, barely any space between the two of you.

he pouted mockingly, rolling his eyes, a smirk tugging the corner of his lips, "can't a man admire his girlfriend? especially when she looks as good as you do right now," he said, inching slightly closer, his hands wrapping around your hips, leaning down slightly, feeling his facial hair brush against the nape of your neck.

"i'm assuming this is a no to going out for food tonight?" you giggled slightly to yourself, feeling his thumbs grazing your lower stomach, drawing small circles as his lips lightly brushed against your collarbone.

he chuckled a little against your skin, "is that such a bad thing, sweetheart? we can stay in bed, order some food..." he placed another soft kiss against your shoulder.

his hands worked up to the bikini top, gently loosening the straps before looking at you with a cheeky grin, an unspoken check to make sure that it was okay.

"are you just trying to tempt me into staying in 'cause you've gotten yourself all worked up?" you teased him again, and he almost groaned to himself as he peeled the slightly damp bikini top from you, hands immediately going to your perked nipples, thumbs rubbing over them, making goosebumps raise from your skin.

"i got myself all worked up?" he grinned to himself, leaning down slightly to connect his lips to a breast, hand still grasping at the other, making a small whine leave you, "you were the one working me up, walking around looking like that and teasing me,"

you could feel the blush creeping up your neck as you felt him pressing against you, in just his swim shorts the extent of his hardness was easy to feel poked against your lower stomach. "well, c'mon then," you grinned, pulling away for a moment, before walking towards the bedroom, perky and impish, looking back at him for a moment, as he quickly followed.

once he followed me in, he pressed himself as close as he could again, lips reconnecting against my neck as i let out a slight squeal at the ticklish nature of his facial hair, allowing my hands to reach up, one against his broadened shoulder and another going to the back of his neck, brushing against the short hair, making a small groan escape his lips as his hands went back down to your hips, thumbs pushed against the straps of the bikini bottoms, being edged down your thighs until you could step out of them.

"atta girl," he said, voice deepened but still a soft nature to it, as you both tumbled onto the bed, george pressed against you as his head dipped lower, touching your lower abdomen before pressing a gentle kiss against your sensitive spot, practically drooling with slick as your hips bucked up to meet his mouth, a soft gasp leaving your mouth as he chuckled at you, creating vibrations against you.

“please, george,” you whined out, to which he tipped up his head for a moment, looking up at you with a grin before sliding your thighs over his shoulders, and pressing his face against you.

he was lapping like a man starved, hands gently pressed against your inner thighs, allowing his tongue full access to your core, and it wasn’t long before any thoughts and inhibitions were practically burned away, hips rolling in response to every slight suck he left against your pussy.

your hands practically buried yourself in his hair, trying your best not to tug as whines fell from your lips like a prayer, hearing george's muffled grunts as he pushed your thighs further upwards, practically leaving you at his mercy as his tongue swirled fast figures of eight against you, before one hand trailed down to your slick coated slit, teasing at your entrance as he pulled away, a string of your arousal hanging from his glossed lips, and his eyes lidded and glassy and his face flushed.

"you look so pretty like this," he murmured, his hand going to his shaft, gently pumping it, the sight of the thick shaft with his reddened tip almost enough to make your mouth water, "need you now, sweetheart."

you nodded eagerly, breath hitched and caught in your throat before you could eagerly plead with him, he leaned back down, head near the crook of your neck once more as he rubbed the tip over your drooling cunt, making your back arch needily, "please, george, need you so bad," you could practically babble out, your voice tight and keening with want.

"i know, darling," he said, almost mockingly with a grin that almost made you think he would leave you needy and wanting.

but with that, he lined himself up at your entrance, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder, and pushing himself in. the first stretch was euphoric, your eyes rolling back and a barely breathed moan leaving you.

your hand grasped at george's upper arm, half for support and half for release as you held his tensed skin, hearing his groan at the sensation before his hips began to jerk back and forth, with a rough pace, like he was attempting to stuff you full with each calculated thrust.

"you feel so good, always take me so well, fuck," he murmured against your skin, your nails digging into his arm and your head falling back in pleasure.

"fuck, george, please," you pleaded, and george couldn't hold back his cocky smirk for a moment.

"already?" he grinned, one of his arms moving down to grasp at your hip, almost keeping you pinned down so he could manouver you, making it easier for him to slam into that one spot that turned your brain into complete mush.

your brain was completely fogged as all you could respond to his teasing with was another needy whine, and at that part his eyes were slightly softened with pity, "such a good girl, look so good when you're so close to the edge like this," he groaned to himself, lifting himself from being pressed against you for a moment and straightening his body, hands now both on your hips as he arched your own body up, his thrusts feeling deliciously deeper, if that were possible.

it was all you could do to screw your eyes shut, keep your head thrown back and grasp at the sheets desperately as you felt the all too familar peak hitting you, moans tumbling from you as your muscles relaxed themselves, and you would almost certainly sink into the mattress if it weren't for george holding you up.

"fuck, 'm close princess, you can take a bit more for me, can't you?"

you mewled out a yes, as george began to jerk into you in an almost machine like pace, chasing his own high as you watched him, his toned stomach almost coated in sweat and his hair ruffled and messed, as he practically collapsed onto you, a gutteral groan leaving him as he slid himself out of you, his seed spilling against your stomach as your duo of panting breaths filled the room.

"so, you were saying i can't keep up with you?" he grinned to himself cockily, pressing a lazy kiss against your cheek.

[ovaryacted]

Tell us about the grey streaks bro pls... I love small details abt Leon...

ALSO I HOPE YOUR DAY IS GOING GOOOOOD!

Hey there boo, I’ll gladly talk about Leon getting grey streaks cause I love it so much. And my day surprisingly went well, I just got home from work and I’m happy to be relaxing a bit, looking forward to the weekend. Hope your day was good too!

So, I don’t think Leon would get any sign of grey hair until he hits his mid 40s. At 38 where we’ve seen him recently in DI, he already has some eye wrinkles and I think smile lines, some wrinkles on his forehead too (also in RE4 prob from stress) so the signs of aging are there (and they’re cute, personally I headcanon him having crow’s feet so yeah). And obviously, with the life he’s had plus his prior alcoholism (I’ll say prior assuming he’s in recovery in DI and forward), he’ll age faster because of all that.

The first real sign of getting grays would be in his stubble. Instead of normal dark coarse hair, he’d notice the very thin lighter colored strands in certain areas on the lower half of his face. Few strands on his chin, some along his soft jaw. It all varies, and it isn’t in one place, but he doesn’t really pay any mind to it. So he just starts rocking a salt and pepper stubble at some point.

That is until someone mentions he has a singular grey strand in his hair. Most of the time, he doesn’t stop to analyze his appearance, just kinda glances and keeps it pushing (cause trauma, which gets better over time). But he just shrugs and lets it go cause he really doesn’t care all too much. He’s dealt with so much shit that getting grey hair is the least of his concerns.

As he gets older, he gets more greys, from both age and stress combined. At 45-ish, he has enough now to the point where he has two or three full streaks that mesh in with the rest of his dark blonde hair. If anything, it actually makes him more attractive, like he’s more wise with age, and actually looks his age but in a good way.

It would be a nice thing, and also a blessing to see Leon get older, the way we saw Chris in RE8 because he’s almost in his 50s (he’s 48 so Leon would be around his mid 40s). It would be nice to see Leon that way too, but I also think he’d grow his hair out and be able to tie it at his neck, along with the grey streaks. Think Joel Miller in TLOU 2, it would be like that, silver fox type of deal. I just think Leon is one of those guys that will age like fine wine if you let him, and when he settles into his age it’s just chefs kiss.

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

A head cannon if Grayson died and how everyone would react.

people's reaction to grayson's death head canons

of course<3. i won't format it the same was as my other hcs posts though cause i feel like it wouldn't make as much sense. hope you like them <3.

avery: avery would definitely try to act tough around everyone else. she'd try to be there for the three brothers and would suppress her feelings. she would definitely visit his grave every single day to talk to him/visit him. she thinks the afterlife would be boring so she makes sure to make time for him every day. things around the house would remind her of him (like almost everything). she would see a blanket or smth and think 'hey, this is the blanket that we used that one night when we watched pride and prejudice'. she would try her best not to cry bc she knows grayson would tell her he wasn't worth her tears, but she would not be able to stop her tears when they came.

xander: xander would deal with his death by spending every day and night in his lab trying to distract himself. whenever he'd see something he knew grayson would like when he'd be out shopping, he'd buy it even though he knew gray would never receive it. he would pretend he's fine and would crack his usual jokes but no one found them funny bc every one was hurting. at the same time, he'd try to cheer every one up (including himself) by remembering the good times and funny things grayson did. he would make gadgets and stuff and dedicate them to grayson. at the end of the day, he would lie in bed and talk to him. also, instead of leaving flowers at his grave, he'd leave small inventions or little letters.

jameson: he would drown himself in alcohol. enough to land himself in the hopsital multiple times on the verge of death. nash and xander would come in screaming at him telling him they couldn't lose another brother. jamie would also visit his grave everyday to talk to him about his worries or just to ask him how he's doing in the afterlife (knowing he obviously wouldn't get a response). he'd gradually start doing less risky things knowing grayson wouldn't approve and knowing his brothers wouldn't be able to handle it if he died too (avery too obviously). he'd also be the type of person who just wouldn't be able to get out of bed. he'd just lay there and rot wondering why gray had to die (he thinks if anyone should've died, it should've been himself)

nash: he would try to act tough around everyone else thinking it was his responsibility to keep the family going. at the same time, he'd also be the one to handle his grief the most healthily. he'd reassure everyone that feeling sad and mad was a normal response to grief, and that, burying your feelings would only make things worse. he brings flowers to grayson's grave at least once a week. he'd be the type of person who would not be able to just sit still and process his grief though. he'd have to get up and go work/save some 'lost souls' to feel better. he'd have to reassure himself that, wherever gray was, he was fine and he'd see him again someday.

libby (including her bc she's my baby): libby would be the one actually holding everyone together. she'd be everyone's therapist whilst still grieving herself. she'd head to everyone's room every day and ask them how they were doing/if they needed anything. she would also be baking non-stop. she would bake and bake until they didn't have the ingredients she needed to bake anymore. she would leave some of the cupcakes at gray's grave. she'd constantly remember the heartfelt conversations they'd had and they laughs they shared.

this post fucking made me cry. kill me pls.

[wrongcaitlyn]

What type of tik toks do you think everyone would post in tyt?

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO RESPOND TO THIS i knew that i had talked about this in a few posts a while ago but its been so long that i can't find it anymorejsdf

anyway just a vague summary even tho i went into more detail on those old videos

nico - rarely uses it, mostly just shows up in random comment sections which always surprises everyone. occasionally he'll be forced to make some promo vids or smth but it's always very halfhearted or joking, think conan gray's tt LMAO i also think he'd be using those filters all the time idk like the ones that generate "what godly parent are you" "what celebrity look alike" that sort of stuff, occasionally he'll also do very very long rants on 2x speed (so that makes it so fast pretty much no one can understand) and post them on priv

will - even MORE rarely uses it. was forced to make one by leo. he goes months without looking and then posts a bunch of priv videos in a week. occasionally he'll post one public vid or msth taking part in a trend and it'll go super super viral for no reason (except a million people asking where they recognize him from)

leo - most followers somehow because i do think he'd get super viral with the tiktok algorithm. constantly posting videos, mostly just him and his friends doing random stuff or audios with text being relatable/saying stupid jokes (will nico jason and piper make FREQUENT appearances here)

kayla - also super popular, def took part in the bratlympics trends but usually will do dances/trends or archery things, occasionally talking about her annoying brothers on there and also every now and then having to do an explanation video of "yes my dad is apollo and yes my other dad is darren knowles and yes my brother is best friends with nico di angelo and yes i know piper mclean pls stop asking questions about this" (nico makes a lot of appearances on her tt too)

jason - pure promotion stuff. clips from interviews and red carpets, he only posts when he's got something coming out

piper - lots of promotion stuff too, bts from photoshoots and stuff, but also her and leo prob do a bunch of dances and stuff like that. overall she, leo, and kayla do the best/are the most active on tt

apollo - he doesn't post on the actual apollo account he has but there is a delphi records account that people don't know he runs. and is active on. very frequently. he likes to comment on random small artists' posts or duet them just to watch them go viral and get attention!! also does the thing that nico does of appearing in the most random comment sections, and will comment on every single one of his kids' videos

austin - he doesn't have a tiktok account but at some point someone records a performance of his and posts it online and the audio goes viral. when kayla finds out that her brother went viral without even having the app downloaded she goes insane and will pester austin about creating an acc till the end of time but austin is very stubborn

[orithyia-eriphyle]

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Stray Kids x Fem!Reader (Street Racing AU)

Synopsis: You figured making one new friend since your move would be enough for a while, but apparently you need more. The barista at your local coffee shop seems relatively persistent in being your friend… and who are you to stop him?

A/n: Can you guys tell I watched Tokyo Drift before writing this chapter?

***

Later that night you and Minho were sitting on his couch, gazing at the shitty action movie on the TV. The two of you constantly poking fun at the less-than-great acting and unimpressive special effects. Soonie was sleeping quietly on your lap, your fingers running through his fur as he slept.

“How long have you been in Seoul?” Minho said, breaking the silence. You looked over at the man to find him already staring at you.

 “I actually just got here yesterday.” You paused, “It would be nice for someone to show me around.” You said with a cheeky smile. Minho’s lips quirked up into a half-smile, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips. 

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” He replied, his question rhetorical. You rolled your eyes, a smile still plastered to your face as you turned your attention back to the TV. 

“How about this weekend?” Minho suddenly spoke again. 

“What do you mean?” Minho deadpanned at your oblivious questioning. 

“I meant how about I show you around this weekend.” He said, looking down at the gray cat in his lap and scratching it in between the ears. 

“I would enjoy that, actually.” The two of you smiled at each other before continuing the movie.

***

You and Minho had talked through most of the night, only leaving his apartment when you realized it was nearly 1:00 AM. You went to bed that night happier than usual. You tend to struggle with making friends but maybe this move will turn things around for you.

***

You spent the next morning looking for jobs online. Although you got paid well for racing, it wasn’t a steady flow of income. You then got ready to go out, you needed to actually shop for groceries or else you would starve and you can’t live off of fast food forever. 

Before going to the grocery store, you stopped at a nearby cafe. You weren’t particularly fond of coffee but staying up so late with Minho last night drained your energy. 

You rolled into the parking lot, checking your side view mirrors to make sure you weren’t too close to the lines. You took your keys out of the ignition, the loud music that rocked your car coming to an abrupt stop. You stepped out of your car, shutting and locking the doors. The bell above the door rang out as you entered, the staff behind the counter looking momentarily before getting back to work. The cafe wasn’t bustling considering it was around noon.

You stood back from the counter in order to look at the menu, looking for something to get you through the rest of the afternoon. You looked back down to see the man behind the counter already looking at you. His fluffy brown hair is not styled, and his large brown eyes and full cheeks draw you in. ‘Is every man in Seoul this attractive or am I just lucky?’ You thought to yourself as you stepped forward to order.

“Hello! What can I get for you?” The man said with much more enthusiasm than you were expecting. 

“Hello.” You spoke, offering a small smile, “Could I get an iced americano, and  two cookies and cream cake pops please?” The man nodded and typed your order into the screen before him. 

“And your name please?” 

“(Y/n).” You said, handing over your card for the man to swipe. He handed it back to you with a smile, 

“Your order will be out momentarily!” You nodded and thanked him with a polite smile, walking to one of the smaller tables to sit and wait.

While waiting for your order you looked around the cafe, taking in the soft browns and greens. The place was warm but not unbearable, the smell of coffee and baked goods filtered through the air. You looked towards the counter, catching the barista who took your order staring at you. You quirked a brow at him, his head whipping around to get back to work. ‘Cute.’ You thought, looking at your phone to see a text from Jeongin.

You came here for “work” opportunities, right? There’s a race tonight. I’ll send you the time and place.

Below was the address and time. ‘The audacity of this kid.’ He used to be the first-year you tutored during your second to last year of high school, but now he’s sending you details for your less-than-legal job. Of course, he was your best friend but he lost that title after he moved across the country and ghosted you. 

You thought for a moment before replying.

I’ll see you there.

“(Y/n)?” You looked up at the call of your name to see the barista from earlier standing at the counter and holding your order in his hands. You stood from your seat and approached the counter, holding out your hands to take the food from the man. As you were collecting your food the man spoke up, “Uhm, is that your BRZ parked outside?” He said, clearly a little nervous to be asking. You smiled slightly. 

“Yeah. You like it?” 

The man turned his head to you with wide eyes, “Like it? That’s one of the nicest cars I’ve ever seen!” He said, his lips breaking into a smile. 

“Oh yeah? How come it’s not the nicest?” You questioned teasingly. The man’s smile shifted into a smirk, his demeanor changing almost wholly. 

“Personally, I’m biased toward the Nissan 350Z you’re parked next to.” You looked out the window to gaze upon the bright red car that greatly contrasted your jet-black one. 

You smiled and turned your head back to the man, “Well I still like mine better but I get the appeal.” You said, walking towards the door. You were about to exit before a shout stopped you. The man rubbed his neck sheepishly, clearly a little embarrassed for shouting. 

“I’m Jisung by the way.” He said with what looked to be a hopeful smile. You chuckled softly, “It’s nice to meet you, Jisung. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You said with a coy smile. Jisung nodded rapidly, waving goodbye enthusiastically as you left. 

***

That night you stood in your bedroom contemplating what to wear. You wanted to dress to impress but not look like you were trying too hard.

You ended up going with some baggy gray cargo pants and a cropped graphic t-shirt. You finished off the look with some Run Star Hike Platform Converse in black. Although the platforms made it harder to tell how much pressure you were putting on the pedal initially, you had gotten used to it. 

The location of the race wasn’t that far from your apartments. You rolled through the crowd of people in cars, taking note of the different types of cars present. You looked to the right and saw a nice Mitsubishi Lancer with a white exterior. You parked your car next to it, paying extra mind to the mingling around you. 

You got out of your car, the steel rings on your fingers clinking against the door of the car as you closed it. People stared at you, or really your car as they walked by. You were a new face, fresh meat. 

“I didn’t take you for the racing type.”

You turned toward your left at the sound of the familiar voice. 

Minho stood next to you, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Well, I don’t usually like to keep my illegal endeavors out on display for everyone.” You replied, looking him up and down and definitely not focusing on how good those leather pants made his thighs look. 

“Noona!” A shout rang out from behind the two of you. 

Jeongin came jogging towards you, stopping to stand in front of you. “I honestly thought you were going to bail on me.” He spoke, slightly out of breath after having been looking for you for nearly thirty minutes.

“Now when have I ever disappointed you, Innie?” You said, a coy smile plastered on your face. 

Minho glances between the two of you, taking note of your closeness. Jeongin was standing awfully close and you two addressed each other with familiarity, so you were obviously close to some degree. 

“I take it you two already know each other?” The older man asked, cocking a brow.

“Know each other? I was the sole reason he made it through high school.” You teased, nudging the younger boy beside you. 

“That’s not true and you know it,” Jeongin stated, a faux frown on his face. 

Minho nodded and focused his attention on you. “Are you racing tonight?” He asked and looked around at all the other cars in the area.

“I am. I wanna see how I compare to the Seoul group.” You said, turning to pop open the hood of your car and give everything one last check. 

Minho smirked and uncrossed his arms.

“Well, then I guess I’ll be seeing you at the starting line, princess.”

***

“I’m going to give you a warning, Noona. Minho doesn’t play.” Jeongin said as you got into the driver’s seat of your car.

“Good. I don’t either.” You replied coolly, putting your keys into the ignition and starting the car. 

“I’m serious, Noona. Minho is really good.” He replied, stressing certain parts of his sentence.

You put your hands on the wheel and turned your head to look up at Jeongin, his arms resting on your open window. “Have a little more faith in me, Innie. I don’t expect myself to win. My ego isn’t that big.”

You paused before continuing, “But I’m also a lot better than you seem to think I am.”

***

You rolled up to the drawn-up line, Minho not far behind you. Your windows were down so you took the chance to look at the handsome man. The slope of his nose and the cut of his jaw were accentuated by the bright streetlights. He turned his head to the right to look at you. Luckily, you were smart enough to hit the ‘sports mode’ button on your center console before starting the race as it would help you to accelerate faster. 

“Loser buys dinner this weekend?” He said, a slight grin painted on his features. 

“You have yourself a deal, pretty boy.” You responded, your own grin present.

A woman walked up, standing between your two cars. Her shirt was short and her skirt even shorter. 

“Listen up! I want a clean race, you two.” She said, as she slowly raised the cloth in her right hand into the air. 

The crowd increased their volume as you and Minho revved your engines, you gave the handsome man one last glance. You looked back to the woman, your left hand gripping the steering wheel tightly as your right rested on the transmission. 

The woman winked at you and dropped the cloth, faster than you could think you pressed the clutch and switched gears, your car whipping into gear as you and Minho sped passed the temporary line. 

The two of you were neck and neck, the mufflers on your cars popping as the speed rapidly increased and the needle on the tachometer going up as your RPM increased in numbers. Once you reached a steady pace, you turned off sports mode.

You were racing in the outskirts of Seoul late at night so you didn’t have to worry about traffic much, weaving in and out of any cars that were on the road. Your heart was racing, the muscle felt like it was going to bust through your ribcage. Your adrenaline pumped steadily through your veins like it always did when you raced. 

You and Minho made a right, your tires squealing as you drifted impressively in sync for people who have never previously raced together. Tire tracks were left in your wake, smoke emitting from the burnt rubber. 

Eventually, the two of you reached a parking garage, the finish line at the top of it. This is where you would have to overtake Minho if you wanted to win. You looked to your left briefly, catching the man’s gaze, his cat-like gaze sharpening as you smirked at him. 

You entered the parking garage, the sounds of your engines increasing as they echoed and bounced off the concrete walls. The distance between your cars decreased as you got closer to the ramp that would only be able to fit one of your cars at once. If one of you didn’t speed up and overtake the other soon, someone is going to crash. 

You glanced at your center console, taking note of the NOS. You wouldn’t use that yet, it’s too soon. Right now, you are going to rely on timing. 

You stared head-on at the rapidly approaching ramp. At the last possible second, you flipped your sports mode back on and slammed on the gas pedal. Minho was fast but you were faster. You sped around his car and turned the wheel quickly to the right, your car drifting up the looping ramp. You looked in the rearview mirror to see that Minho was practically kissing your bumper. 

You came out to the top of the ramp and saw the crowd of people at the end of the parking lot, Minho right behind you. You didn’t bother using NOS because the crowd was too close and you didn’t want to risk not being able to slow down in time. 

Minho was still behind you but close, you hit the brakes and your car drifted over the finish line and stopped. The smoke emitted from your tires blocks your view momentarily. You didn’t even have time to unbuckle or think before Minho’s car was next to yours. You got out of your car, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you caught your breath. 

The crowd surrounded you, jumping and cheering. Well, at least the ones that bet on you winning. You ignored them, glancing around for either Minho or Jeongin. You spun around at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder, the perpetrator turning out to be the younger boy that put you up to this. 

“Holy shit, Noona! That was so cool!” The boy said, a wide grin spread across his face. You laughed at his reaction, watching as the crowd of people dispersed around you.

“That was impressive.” A voice spoke behind you. You turned once again to see a slightly out-of-breath Minho smiling at you. 

“Well, I never settle for second place, cutie.” You replied cooly with a coy smile. “You owe me dinner this weekend.”

“I’m a man of my word,” Minho said in a sarcastic manner, even going as far as to give a salute. 

“You guys got comfortable fast,” Jeongin spoke from beside you, his smile a little less bright than it previously was. You quirked a brow at him in questioning. 

“Don’t be jealous Innie, I won’t steal your girl from you,” Minho said smugly, poking fun at the boy’s obvious affection for you. 

Jeongin scoffed with a slight eye roll, “I wasn’t worried about it, hyung. And only (Y/n) calls me Innie.”

Minho held his hands up in defense, “You will be worried when she meets Hyunjin,” Minho said teasingly. 

“Let’s not talk about me like I’m not standing right between you two, okay?” You said, raising a brow with crossed arms. You had no clue who this Hyunjin was but it takes a little more than a pretty face to sweep you off your feet. Both men looked at you and nodded, seemingly over with their small debacle. 

“You guys wanna swing by mine for a bit? If you don’t have anything going on after this.” You asked, looking between the two men.

“Sure, I could use the company,” Minho said, directing a small smile in your direction. 

“I’ll come too, Noona. I still need to check out your new place.” Jeongin replied with a smile. 

Jeongin actually did have something to do, but he didn’t like the thought of you and Minho being alone together. He knows you’re an adult and can do whatever you want with whomever you want, but he also isn’t going to miss his shot a second time. 

***

You awoke the next morning, peeling open your eyes reluctantly to check the time. You slept like a log after racing so late at night and then spending another few hours with Jeongin and Minho. The clock on your phone read ‘2:06.’ You groaned as you sat up, stretching your arms above your head and letting out a relieved sigh at the popping in your back. 

You went about your morning routine as usual, minus the fact that it was mid-afternoon and no longer the morning. Halfway through getting ready, you began craving a cake pop from the cafe you went to the previous day. Usually, one small craving wouldn’t be enough to get you out of the house on a day like this but you also would get to see the cute barista again if you went, which was good enough reasoning for you.

***

You rolled into the parking lot of the cafe the second time that week and parked next to Jisung’s Nissan again. After admiring his car for a minute, you walked into the establishment, the bell ringing out above you. 

You noticed Jisung behind the counter, completely oblivious to your entrance, until you cleared your throat in front of him.

The man’s head shot up, his cheeks puffed out in a slight pout due to his shock before he broke into a smile. “(Y/n)! You came back!” He said happily.

“I did say I would see you tomorrow and it’s tomorrow now.” You said smugly. 

“You’re right, you did say that.” He said and huffed a small laugh. “So… are you going to order something or did you just come to see my cute face?” Jisung said as he wiggled his eyebrows. 

You laughed, “You wish, pretty boy. I wanted more of those cookies & cream cake pops.” 

Jisung frowned jokingly, “Darn, I was hoping to make a new friend.” He said as he punched in your order and took your card from you. 

“Hey, when’s your break?” You suddenly said, even surprising yourself.

Jisung looked up at you with wide eyes before glancing to the clock behind him, “About 10 minutes from now. Why?” He said and handed you your cake pops. 

You shrugged, “I could use some company while I eat these…” You paused and looked back towards the brunette, “...and I could also use a new friend.”

Jisung smiled brightly, his joy slightly contagious. “Okay! Yeah! Would you mind waiting at one of the tables over there?” He said as he pointed to a group of tables in the corner of the room.

You smiled and turned towards the tables, “I don’t mind, pretty boy.”

***

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@burningchaosdeer @noone356097 @ateezkeepmysoul

[highlordofkrypton]

ACOTAR headcanons // (au) cassian

I feel like I need to put a disclaimer before my favs on here block me for being a cassian!girlie, BUT I'M NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS I SWEAR 😂😂😂 PLS LOVE ME ANYWAY I HAVE THE BRAINWORMS RN BEAR WITH ME

That said, I don't think I have much Cassian content to post aside from this (until Cassian week).

Anyway, this is in regards to my au!cassian, also known as Wildflowers!Cassian (my canon-divergent prequel fic), also ALSO known as Mathian (mathi!cassian -- shout out to @wingsdippedingold for the name I love it, I'm adopting it his full name is Cassian Mathian the first of his name, general of the night court, etc etc.).

The Tamlin x Cassian besties brainworms have taken a hold of me so, I've stopped fighting it.

ABOUT MATHI'S CASSIAN

uses 'bro' way too much.

imagines the mating bond to be something akin (but not as good) as having the perfect gym bro who spots you and supports you when you're trying to hit a PR

mental health adage: pain without gains is a no-no. it means that you should not be suffering pointlessly, and will encourage you to address ur problems so you can have MENTAL GAINS too.

values truth and justice, would fight his own people for doing the wrong thing; case in point, he was horrified at Rhys' misuse of his daemati abilities.

would never sleep with Mor because he knew Azriel liked her -- that's wrong bro. he would try to find a different way out, maybe 1v1 eris in a fallmart parking lot if it came down to it. i also feel like he's the type of character to make sure that someone's first time is really, really special. he would pull out all the stops to make his partner feel comfortable.

his favourite greeting @ tamlin is a headbutt or tackle. there is no reality where they don't end up wrestling, it's very embarassing to rhys and lucien as the local 'himbo' handlers.

i believe the proper characterization for cassian to be the himbo trifecta: kind, handsome and a lil bit dumb.

10/10 would save kittens from trees, also 10/10 would mistake a tasmanian devil for a cat that needs to be saved and gets scratched the hell out of him

vegetarian ally, he actually tried to start going vegan to support tamlin -- at least, when they're together -- but the unanimous consensus was that for the sake of prythian and its inhabitants, no one should suffer those bean/tofu farts (you might think this is a joke, but i will NOT expand on my tofu experience thanks) and he also thinks being vegetarian is beans only so like guys he's TRYING

it's very important to me that cassian is gray romantic or demi-romantic; i like to imagine that he feels very deeply, which is why he hides it with is silliness, and with his upbringing, it's not very easy to open up his world to anyone. idk, cassian sleeping around doesn't particularly speak to me. take this with a grain of salt, i haven't explored this side of him enough to be definitive.

rhys and azriel are his brothers, tamlin is his best friend in the whole world. rhys and tamlin killing each other's parents and the subsequent rift would have broken his heart, he would have sad puppied the rest of the series if I had any say in it.

i think if not for his bargain w/ rhys, he would have absolutely reached out for tamlin for help when Rhys disappeared (spoilers for my sequel mb???)

he is a super senshi at heart -- sailor mars, specifically, is his fav. he sees himself in her OK.

cassian is short, esp for a fae he's like 5'7"-5'10" at best and its great bc we love a short king

plays pranks on Tamlin the most bc Rhys is a smartass, Azriel is a knowitall, Mor and Lucien just don't believe him, he's scared of Amren and Tamlin always listens

i'm anti-bond in general, so i wouldn't mate him with anyone, but if the vibes are there, the vibes are there.

cassian is the first person outside Tamlin's family to help him do his hair

i think people underestimate the comedic value of cassian toting people around under his arms as a legit travel method. oh, someone isn't showing up? send cassian, he will fetch them for u

cassian did impersonate tamlin for a day in his court bc tamlin/cassian had a bet with everyone else that they AREN'T the same person and they are very, very, very different -- nobody noticed the switch, they just thought tamlin was having a very silly day. cassian even chatted up the local wildlife which... is very tamlin. the only things that did notice were the Green (flora magic) that were very 🙄🙄🙄 at cassian

is anti-tithe bc he doesn't know what it means; he suggested everyone donate a part of their earnings so that they can have a very big savings account to pay for things that affect the collectivity of the court, he is also taking NO NOTES on his brilliant idea nONE

tamlin will never say it, but cassian's birthday gifts are his fav (they r usually really ugly matching shirts with something really dumb on them)

I'll probably expand on this list if I have ideas, but I feel like this gives a decent framework to the type of character when ✨I✨ am referring to him. As a person, I do not live in the canon universe, and I have decided to make a personalized blorbo out of Cassian.

This is also the energy I bring my twitter memes 😂

[ourdreamsareneon]

it's crazy the level of discourse there is about antis/pros and how teenagers just devolve into purity culture so quick. I'm sure I used to be like that, but somewhere between dating gang members and reading copious amounts of philosophy the world became a lot more gray to me when I entered my twenties and I've realised three things that I think are important for teenagers to know:

To quote my favourite childhood book series: "People aren't either wicked or noble. They're like chef's salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict." Sure, going to car meets, selling drugs, drunk driving, stealing cars, playing chicken with cops are all examples of bad things that you shouldn't do but am I going to sit in my lovers bed and tell him that this life he was born into that saw all his friends die in drive bys and that saw his own dad pull a gun on him when he was a kid makes him a shitty person? Even though I can see all of the good in him, and can tell he doesn't want to do this, I should ignore it and focus on the negatitives? We have all done bad things, we all do bad things, and we all will do bad things. It doesn't make you a bad person.

Purity culture hurts everyone. There's a great book about this called the History of Sexuality that delves into how purity culture and the censorship of sex is at its essence the capitalist authority controlling the means of reproduction. At large scale 'pray the gay away' and 'contraception is a sin' make it so that men and women couple up more (instead of same sex coupling) and have unprotected sex. On a smaller scale 'AO3 is evil because it has pedos' and 'watersports is the grossest thing ever' do the job of the capitalist authority on a more digestible level. Us vs Them no longer is 'alt right vs communism' they use your words to make it 'pure good hobest people vs pedos who like piss play.' you are making bullets for your enemy and handing them your own damn gun. I promised I wouldn't make this whole post this one point tee hee sorry if you want me to elaborate just ask lol

Fetish ≠ real world experience. I'll build my own pyre as an example: I love me some good CNC (consensual non-consent) in my fanfics but in real life sex I have a praise kink so bad I have cried during sex multiple times. I am into tooth rotting sweet stuff and the kindest people in the world in real life. The media you consume 1000% has an effect on you, I'm not arguing that. I am however arguing that if you have media literacy and know what media is and is not harmful to you, it shouldn't effect your real life drastically unless you have other shit going on. I know this is rich coming from the "I have dated people in gangs" guy because that may show what kinda guy I'm into but prommy that's not a sexual attraction thing, it's 100% a lifestyle thing that again I will elaborate on if you want. Point being, porn ≠ reality and what gets that blood flowing isn't necessarily a reflection of how good or bad you are (ofc there are kinds of porn that are bad but that's beside the point and a very complicated thing for me to type while I'm this sleepy)

thank you for coming to my ted talk. pls I am begging on my knees for people to stop having black and white world views but i also know that's just a product of being a teen so if you are a teen pls! go out there and! consume media from different cultures and people with different lives to you! the world is at its best when it is wide!!! and full of love <3

[reanbowful]

hi Rean! can i have a request for reader appears with a wound on her body every day, not because she participated in a fight but because of her bad luck. i wonder how weak hero boys will react 😔

pls ignore if you don't like it. have a good day btw!

Yes you can! And noo I would never ignore you bb 🤍 Good day to you too! So basically reader is bennett right? 😭

*also I finished this faster than I expected yayy

“it’s just bad luck”

if you keep getting injured due to your bad luck

(gray, ben, alex, donald, jake, wolf)

gray yeon / yeon sieun

You show up to class with a skinned elbow today. Yesterday it was a bruise on your nose bridge. The day before that you had a busted lip.

Gray frowned, watching as you hiss when the sleeves of your uniform ride down your elbow.

You don’t seem like the type to be getting yourself into fights.

But then again, looks can be deceiving. Gray himself is well aware of that fact.

His first thoughts was that you were getting beat up. You really can’t be too careful in the streets of Yeongdeungpo.

So he does what he has to do.

“Hey, do you want to walk home together?”

Surprisingly, you agreed. And Gray noted with relief that you’re simply way too relaxed to be in fear of someone jumping you. So, assholes beating you up was definitely off his list-

“Look out!”

Gray’s eyes widened as he pulled you aside when broken window glasses suddenly came free falling from the sky.

“Shit! Are you okay?! I’m so so sorry! You got dragged into my bad luck.”

“Your what?”

So then you began to explain that you just have chronic bad luck that’s gotten you injured for the past few days.

So that’s what it was.

“Uh, Gray? You’re not mad are you?”

The boy would just simply shake his head and continue walking down the street. He took a passing glance at you, a small smile on his lips.

Perhaps with his presence, your bad luck could finally nullify.

ben park / park humin

I think we can collectively agree that Ben doesn’t have that great of a luck himself.

You and Ben were supposed to go to an arcade today testing out the new machine that they have.

Ben was bouncing on his feet the entire day, anticipating the date.

But as he was walking to your house, a text message popped up in his phone.

I can’t go out today, let’s go some other time.

He stared at his phone for like 5 seconds. You were not the type of person to bail out on plans at d-day unless something really urgent came up.

Did something happen?

No replies.

Ben decided not to push it since he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable if it was a private matter and walked back home a bit down that day.

When you stopped replying to his texts for the next couple of days was when he began to get really worried that something real bad had happened.

Did you get bored of him? Were you angry? But what did he do? Oh this last one really brought tears to his eyes- What if you breaking up with him?

Alex and Gerard watched him with shared concerns. They suggested he just go visit you at your house and ask for himself what exactly happened.

So here he is, right at your door.

‘Hello?’

“Babe? You weren’t responding to my texts, so I was getting kinda worried-”

He was caught by surprise when you rushed to the door and beamed to hug him.

“Ben! God I missed you so much!”

But his attention was caught on something else. The cast on your arm. Then it went up. Your neck was covered in small scratches and there was bruises on your cheek.

His first thought, the Union.

Holding you by your shoulders, he leaned down.

“Who did this to you?”

“Uh.. babe?”

Before Ben explodes and goes on a killing rampage, you quickly explained that you had gotten into an accident while taking your dog to the doctor. Your phone broke and your last text to him was literally moments before disaster. (the dog is okay guys don’t come for me)

“So, yeah. It’s just my bad luck.”

“I- I thought you were breaking up with me..”

You better give him his hugs and kisses afterwards.

alex go / go hyuntak

Alex is a hot blooded person, so proceed with caution here.

You guys were on a date together, at a small cafe your friend had recommended to you the other day.

“This place is actually really nice, don’t you think?”

“Hm..”

Something about you has been really distracting Alex. He narrowed his eyes at you, trying to find the peculiarity.

“Alex..? Is everything ok- OW!”

Yep. It was your shoulder. He noticed that you haven’t really been raising your left arm. Only moving them moderately, and even suppressing a wince once in a while.

“You’re injured.”

You pouted, looking away to the side.

“What happened? Tell me. Is it the Union? Is it them?!”

it’s your turn to look incredulously at him.

“What is the Union? And wha- no I got hit by a fire extinguisher.”

“You got hit by a what?”

Explaining what happened in short, basically a girl at your home economics class set her station on fire. And this one prick who thinks he’s the main character ran and pour water over the pan making the fire reach up to the ceiling of the classroom. (this happened to my class irl. never do that guys)

So then HE fucked up, which makes another guy with actual brains go and get the fire extinguisher.

And apparently universe decides they want you to have a bad week. The fire extinguisher exploded once he took the seal of, and flew over. Hitting you on the back of your shoulder.

“And that’s the whole story. It’s really just some bad luck going on there.”

Alex would just sit there, flabbergasted.

“Babe.. who did you anger to receive all this bad karma?”

donald na / na baekjin

You did not exactly covered the injuries you sustained on your body. It wasn’t like it was some secret of yours.

Donald also did not pay much attention to it. He does took notice of it, just never really commented much on it.

But then the bruises grew, from one to three, and then to six.

Donald would narrow his eyes at the growing number of injuries you have. How did you even get them? In the first place, you weren’t even an actively physical member of the Union.

So one day after you came to submit your report, Donald would pull you aside and ask for a confirmation.

“Y/N, you know I care about the wellbeing of every members of the Union, don’t you?”

His eyes darted down, yet another growing bruise on your leg above the knee.

He pursed his lips when you tilt your head in confusion.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“You don’t pass me as one, but have you been fighting outside my supervision?”

“Huh? No, I haven’t.”

“Then, is there anyone bothering you?”

“I’m not sure where this is coming from..”

Donald would take your arm and slide the sleeves of your uniform up to reveal trails of bruises.

“Hm?”

“Oh, these! No, they’re not from fighting. I swear.”

“Then?”

Sheepishly rubbing your neck, you’re not too sure you wanted to reveal this not to cool part of your life towards him.

“Well.. it’s just. It’s really nothing, I just have bad luck? I guess?”

“Bad luck..?”

“Yeah, you know. I can’t really explain it, it’s just something I experienced for like all my life really. Plus I have a pretty weak skin! So it’s easy for me to retain bruises.”

Bad luck, huh.

“Stay here for a minute will you, Love. We’ll walk together from now on to minimise that bad luck of yours.”

jake ji / ji hakho

If you guys don’t know each other, or just not very close in general, I honestly don’t think Jake would care that much.

If he’s interested in you, he will try to make a passing comment like, “Ouch, that could leave a scar.”

If you two are already close, depending on the scale of your injury, he will get super worried.

You came to school that day with a bandaged arm. You had accidentally burned yourself while ironing your brother’s clothes. But it was nothing too serious, you cleaned the wound and bandaged it up.

Even so, a fresh wound is still a fresh wound.

“Y/N!”

You hissed when Jake accidentally brushed over your injured arm as he ran over to hug you.

“Hm? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“You didn’t hurt me, Jake. It’s fine.”

Jake would be left stunned as you left him in front of the school yard.

You’ve never avoided him like this before. Except for the next few days, whenever he initiated any big physical contact, you would push him off like the plague.

“Alright, this is not fun anymore. What’s going on?”

It was a huge problem for him not being able to hug you. So, he needs to get to the core of the problem.

“My arm. I burned it on an iron, and you kept accidentally touching them. So- WAIT JAKE!”

Rolling up your sleeves with little considerations for you, he noticed the white gauze peeking through.

You watched as your boyfriend lowered the sleeves of your blazer back down, a hard look on his face.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?! And all this time I thought I did something to upset you or something!”

“H-huh?! No, you didn’t! It was just my bad luck..”

“Bad luck or whatever, I want you to tell me the reason I can’t get your hugs next time!”

wolf keum / keum seongje

Wolf Keum is a lot. And out of all those things that he is, he is perceptive.

And really, he notices everything about you. If you changed your shampoo, or when you get a new perfume. He KNOWS.

So you can have my words that he would notice even the smallest imperfection on your skin.

The two of you were at your house after the teacher assigned you for voluntary summer tutoring for extra marks to add onto your uni application later on.

You brought it up to Wolf one day and he shrugged, filing his name in.

So that brings him here, in front of your house. With a box of roll cake his mother made him bring.

They’re giving you tutoring for free! Bring this over and say thank you! Don’t let me hear complaints from their parents about any bad behaviour, Wolf Keum. You hear?!

(I can just imagine mama wolf being a total tiger mom ngl)

“Noona, it’s Wolf.”

Alright back to present time.

It was in the middle of summer. You wore shorts, just like everyone else to spare your body from any possible heat stroke.

It wasn’t visible while you were standing up. But once you sat down and crossed your legs, Wolf noticed a slight discolouration on the inner of your thigh.

Absentmindedly, he slid his hand down to raise up your shorts.

“Wolf! Are you out of your-“

Your older sister who was passing by the living room to get some water averted her eyes awkwardly and murmured something about getting a room.

“Seriously, Wolf..”

“Why do you have bruises here?”

“What?”

Wolf looked at you, and you looked down to where his hand is.

You sighed, about to lose your mind with this kid.

“I fell off a bike a few days ago. It wasn’t anything serious, just got a bit unlucky.”

You replied, pulling down the hem of your shorts back.

“You should be more careful, Noona. Even I don’t fall off of bikes since grade school anymore.”

“-!”

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 85. brb x oc

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff,Bea misses Rooster and Rooster misses Bea, Bea is hearing ghost children ( or is she )

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-

He was struggling to say the least, not with his job because he was very good at what he did, but he was struggling with Beatrice’s absence. He couldn’t use his phone for a few hours or days at a time, he knew she messaged him, he could see the red dot next to the icon but that’s been a few days ago and he just wanted to reply for God’s sake.

And Mav knew he was fidgety, not in the field, but as soon as he was on land Bradley’s fingers would twitch and near his hip bone only to remember he was wearing his flight suit and not his casual wear. Honestly, Pete found it hilarious - and very endearing - to see his nephew be so smitten for Beatrice. He didn’t feel his marriage premonition was wrong, he felt that Rooster was going to marry Beatrice soon and the only reason he didn’t yet was because he was deployed.

His nephew was painfully easy to read, just like his father was.

And Pete knew that Beatrice’s presence meant a lot to Bradley. So when Rooster was finally able to check his phone, he disappeared from his uncle’s view, undoubtedly going to the bunk to have some sort of privacy. Bradley closes the door behind himself, kicks his boots off and then lies on the small lower bunk while unlocking his phone.

His lips immediately curl into a smile when he saw her message, God he missed her so much, hard to think it’s been three weeks since he left. He tilted his head when he saw the folder she sent him, furrowing his eyebrows but tapping on it so it’d download as he typed a message back.

Roos’ (21:34)

Baby I miss you too! I’m downloading the folder you sent rn, I’m excited to see what it is ;) but fr, I miss you, I miss you a lot. How are you? How’s the house? Are you and Jojo okay? Tell me what you’ve been doing,gorgeous, I want to hear from you. I love you <3

It doesn’t take too long for the gray bubble to appear underneath his message, his smile widening as he gets comfortable on the bunk.

Bea (21:36)

Brad!!! Hi! Omg sorry I was finishing some stuff and I’m about to have lunch! I’m fine, Michael has been keeping me company these days, not often but he does stop by when he can and he also helped me set up a security camera! And a few more security thingies. I am doing some DIY in our kitchen :)! I think it’s looking fine and now I’m a bit of a DIY-rush because I wanna do more stuff! Lol, but yeah I’m fine, Jojo is fine too, she made friends with the doberman puppy across the street.

Roos’ (21:41)

Thank Michael for me because I was thinking about doing that before I left. I do feel a bit better knowing you are now extra safe and that he’s been staying over. 

Roos’ (21:42)

Damn, baby, i don’t know if it’s my phone’s data or something but it’s taking a while to download whatever it is that you sent me.

Bea (21:44)

Oh well it’s a few things inside, so that’s why. But let me know when it finishes!

There was just a tiny bit of the blue bar left to be filled, one he kept his eyes on until it reached the end. Once the ‘download completed!’ popped up he let her know it was done and he’d finally see what it was. Maybe it was the pictures of her DIY projects that she was so excited about and wanted to share, or maybe Jolene with her new friend, but his mind went completely blank when he opened the gallery.

Rooster’s eyes moved to each picture, his jaw going slack and he had to adjust himself on the bunk bed to have a better look. It was Beatrice, it was her photo shoot. He inhales sharply, looking back at the door then his phone, trying to make sure no one would bother him right now because he needed time to recover. He knew she’d look good, he knew she’d be amazing but he had no idea that the photos were like that.

Yes, most of them were swimwear pictures, something he was expecting but not mentally ready for. She looks so sexy. And the poses complimented her body even more and there was one taken from above that showed her back and butt and why was he miles away from her for six months???

He swiped through every picture, his lips parting even more as the others came into view, his throat vibrating in a quiet moan, “Fucking Christ…” he mutters, unsure which ones he liked best. The ones with the black swimsuit were fucking great too and- wait a minute, Beatrice said that Marcus gave her the clothes she wore as a gift so she had those somewhere in the house and he’d see her wearing them in the flesh.

Why, again, was he miles away from her??

But it wasn’t until the final picture that he finally allowed shock to take over. He squinted his eyes a bit, seeing it was a building and a smiling Beatrice was looking right at it and next to the building was– “No way.” he pinched the picture to zoom in more, “No fucking way.” it was Beatrice, his girlfriend, on a billboard poster looking like the goddess she is. The horniness from before dissipates for a bit, being replaced by the utmost pride when he sees it.

“My girlfriend is on a billboard.” he whispers, his lips curling into a smile, laughing breathily with his eyes locked on the picture. He couldn’t believe it, his girlfriend was the face of Marcus’ new collection!

Roos’ (22:05)

Bea, BEA THAT’S YOU!! THAT IS YOU ON A BILLBOARD!!

Bea (22:06)

YES IT IS!! ! IT’S ME! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??

Roos’ (22:09)

Baby! BABY YOU LOOK AMAZING IN ALL OF THESE BUT HOLY SHIT YOU ARE ON A BILLBOARD!! You LOOK SO GOOD!!

Bea (22:12)

Thank you Roos! <3 I had no idea Marcus would have a physical poster, I thought it’d be only online. I’m really happy about it though. Did you like it?:)

Roos’ (22:13)

Of course I did baby, of course I did. How can I not? It’s you. Damn, my girlfriend is the face of a clothing collection. I’m over the moon, I really am.

Bea (22:15)

And you liked the other pictures too?:3 <3

Roos’ (22:18)

You know I did. You look so fucking hot, Bea. Honest to God I will have a wonderful night of sleep because of these. Promise me you’ll show them all when I get back? 

Bea (22:22)

Of course Roos :), don’t worry about that.

Bradley smiles looking at his phone, his heart going wildly just at the thought of her dressing up for him. But his smile drops and he groans, rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers, sighing heavily through his nose, “Shit.”

Roos’ (22:31)

I’ll be honest, gorgeous,I miss you a lot, you know?I’ll be fine it’s just…I miss you. And I miss having you with me.

Bea (22:32)

:( I’m sorry Roos. I know that feeling because I miss you too…but pls don’t let that distract you, so you can come back sooner than planned, you know? I’ll be waiting for you and I can’t wait to see you. Counting the days.

Roos’ (22:34)

So am I gorgeous. We’ll talk again soon, okay? I gotta sleep right now. l love you.

Bea (22:35)

Okay! Sleep well Roos, I love you so much! Hope you have wonderful dreams. :3

Rooster chuckles at the last sentence, he didn't even have to hear it to know the teasing connotations his girlfriend was now learning to have whenever they spoke. He goes back to the gallery where he could once again see the pictures, he was going to show Mav and the others just this one because it was special.

And it just showed her face and he didn’t want people to see Beatrice’s pictures like that, they could see it in the official website if they wanted to but these are his own.

He places the phone away, running his fingers through his hair as he looks up at the top bunk. Maybe he should let Mav know what he plans to do, his godfather would love to be aware of it he was sure, and maybe…he could help him organize some things, he had an idea in mind that needed more than one person to work.

He was really serious about it. If he was asked this months before, hell maybe even years before he’d look at them as if they were crazy. But no, Beatrice changed a lot in him, to the better and he couldn’t imagine his life without her. Bradley adjusts himself on the bed, sighing yet again and then looking back at the phone where his background remained their dancing picture at her aunt’s wedding.

He really missed her and he hoped he could come back soon. There was nothing else that he wanted more than to see her again and ask her. He was a bit giddy about it, wait not a bit, a bit would be an understatement.

He was very giddy, he was excited and nervous, he was going to be going one step further in their relationship. He knew what he had to do and now…he had the time to think about it.

He hoped she was having those types of thoughts too.

-

“Oh my God! This was the worst idea I’ve ever had!” she growls,erasing the sketch and putting her head in her hands. She decided, since she was done with the kitchen project, to paint something in her new backyard because it was such an inspirational place too, why not use that to juice up her creativity?

Except she was having a very hard time coming up with an actual idea. She was sitting on the soft grass, rubbing her forehead  as she thought about what to do. She could continue the secret painting, but she…didn’t want to look at it because it’d only make her miss Rooster even more. So she decided to toss all her watercolors around her - with Jolene not far behind chewing her sock monkey - and hope for the best. 

Holding one of her watercolor brushes between her middle and index finger, Beatrice looked down at the paper then at her surroundings, “This house is beautiful, how am I not inspired?” she mutters,pushing herself to her feet so she could walk around her yard. It had some plants around, but there were some spots with fresh dirt she could put something…maybe some herbs like her father’s garden. Or some roses? Roses can be inspirational but it wasn’t helping her think of anything.

So she walked further, around their pool. Pool, water, ocean? Ocean themed baby room– no.Not a baby room, a watercolor painting, “Oh my God! This can’t be true!” she slaps her forehead “I need to think of something.” she wondered if her new neighbors could hear her turmoil through their windows, she hadn’t met them yet - she just met the couple who had the doberman puppy, they were very kind - and she hoped they wouldn’t think she’s some crazy lady who moved in.

Beatrice sighs, propping her hands on her hips as she chews her lower lip, looking up at the sky and seeing the white fluffy clouds move lazily to the left. She blinks, tilting her head as she sees a random shape slowly turn into something else. It was like…a duck? Like those tiny white ducks that looked so soft and unreal.

Oh she could do that. She kept looking up at the sky, squinting her gaze a bit, almost feeling like she had to see that but she couldn’t say why. Beatrice then nods to herself, going back to her watercolors and sitting back down on the warm grass, sketching something already. It was just a white duck on a pond, with soft blues and light teals with brushes of orange to represent the sunlight reflecting on the water’s surface. 

With her being in the zone now, she heard her phone vibrate but didn’t look to see who it was thinking it’d be Shells. They were going to go the Hard Deck a bit earlier tonight to help Penny with some extra stock, so she just swiped to answer the call and pressed the speaker icon, “Hello?”

“Beatrice? Hi!”

That was not Shells’ voice.

“It’s me Lilly Ann! I sent you a message a few months back and I wanted to know if you changed your mind about going to our reunion?”

Beatrice blinks in the phone’s direction, then clenches her eyes with a quiet ‘shit’ leaving through her gritted teeth, putting her painting supplies aside to grab the phone, pressing it to her ear, “Oh, hi Lilly Ann um…well I…” she rubs her forehead with her fingertips, “I don’t know, I-I’m not sure if I’ll be able to, I work on weekends–”

“We changed the date for next week!” her former classmate adds quickly, almost desperately, “On a friday! Will you be able to come?”

“I-I work on Fridays.” she mutters, apologetically and she could feel the other woman deflate “Unless…um what time will this be exactly?”

“One in the afternoon! And it’ll go until eight!”

Shit. She could go. “Oh uh…” she chewed her lower lip. She pondered about going to the reunion ever since she got the message months ago. She even mentioned it to her therapist who suggested that maybe it’d be good to heal some wounds she had as a child, close a chapter in her life so she’d no longer worry about them. Beatrice sighs, rubbing her palm heel against her eye, “Ah…fine,I…I’ll go.”

Lilly Ann exhaled out in relief, “Oh thank you Beatrice, thank you so much!I can’t wait to see you!I’m sure it’ll be wonderful to revive memories with everyone. We’ll meet at the old ballroom hall at school!” Beatrice just hummed with a brief smile, waiting until she finished the call so she dropped the phone to her lap, running her hands through her hair in exasperation and then returning her gaze to the unfinished watercolor painting.

She said yes, she really did say yes to the reunion. If Rooster was there he could offer her some insight, let her know if it was a good idea or not…but he wasn’t and she had to figure it out herself. Besides, it was her past issues being brought up and while he was her boyfriend - and she loved him immensely - he couldn’t fight those demons for her.

Beatrice just groans, then shakes her head when she feels the anxiety slowly climb up her spine, “It’ll be fine, it’ll be just fine.” she repeats, returning to the duck picture and gently swiping the colors on the watercolor paper, using that as a distraction instead. 

She was in a much better place now, wasn’t she? Yeah, she was in a great place. She could handle seeing her former classmates again, she wasn’t a child any longer, for Christ’s sake, she was a grown woman with a man who loved her and with a new confidence. The little Beatrice inside of her was unsure, hiding behind her brain as if she was scared of going.. and she understood what her therapist told her.

It was about healing her younger self, it’s about holding this girl’s hands and walking through the fire, that’s what it was all about. And Beatrice knew it’d be important, she suffered a lot back then, she went through so much she deserved closure. And of course, it’d be possible she’d see Eric but…doubtful he’d come and talk to her after she smashed his nose. 

Beatrice felt different now, a little smile curling at the corners of her lips, “I can do this.” she whispered, looking at the finished picture of the cute little duck in a pond, “I can do this and I’ll make sure I’ll look amazing doing it as well.” she already had an outfit in mind too, she couldn’t help but be weirdly excited about it. 

She nods with finality, gathering her painting supplies and taking it all back to her art room where Jolene followed her to. She was about to put the little duck drawing away, but she stopped, tilting her head to the side as she looked down at it.

Normally, her style was a lot more realistic, so to see this little cartoony duck smiling up at her was..interesting. She looked around her art room, even with the walls blank of pictures she still felt it wouldn’t belong there…then where?

Beatrice chews her lower lip, holding already dry watercolor painting out of the room, pressing it on the hallway downstairs, then in the bathrooms or even in Rooster’s office, but no place looked right for it.

That’s when she went up the stairs, trying it on the guest room and their bedroom, sighing in confusion as to why no place was working. She was about to put it back into her art room either way, when she stopped right in front of the blank room from before, the door still closed like she left since last time…she slowly turned the door handle, watching it slowly creak itself open and reveal the empty room.

Beatrice hesitates, holding the painting with both hands, watching the blank room stare back at her. After a few seconds she forces herself to walk forward, her feet echoing in the empty room until she stops right at the center, looking at the huge window then at the wall closest to her.

She blinks, holding the drawing up as if she was measuring on the wall and…for some reason, she liked it. She presses the paper flat against the wall, imagining it with a frame, with the walls painted differently with- 

“Mama!”

Beatrice gasps in surprise, dropping the paper and leaping back from the wall, looking around and to the doorframe, only seeing a curious Jolene peeking her head inside instead. Beatrice’s chest heaves with nervous breaths, was she going crazy? She was going crazy. It was the baby fever, that’s all it was…or the house was haunted and there was a Victorian child victim of tuberculosis running around their house. Nevermind this house was built in 2014 and it has the Mediterranean style common around Cali.

She looks back at Jolene, then at the fallen drawing at her feet and then rubs her face with both hands, “I’m losing it. I’m losing it,Jojo. Should I cal a priest??” her pittie just looks at her, the subtle movement of her tail wagging was her only answer, “Probably not,I’m just…tired. And having baby fever! Which is…a bit bothersome.”

She could swear she heard the giggle again, looking over her shoulder only to find the room was empty, “...I think I might call Michael to sleep over tonight again. He’s going to make so much fun of me…” or not, maybe he’ll believe she’s hearing childish disembodied voices just in this room…right?

Beatrice frowns, “Come on Jojo.” she gently ushers the pittie out, closing the door behind her with the duck picture held tightly in her hand. She bites her lower lip, then marches back down to her art room, placing the watercolor painting inside one of the lilac colored folders she usually keeps her art, latching it shut and then falling back onto her old couch.

She paid attention to see if she heard the disembodied voice again, looking up at the ceiling then back at the door…almost fearing she’d see a tiny figure running past the threshold but thankfully she only saw her hallway.  Beatrice sighs, sinking deeper into her old couch and pursing her lips in a little pout.

Her eyes dart to her soft stomach, furrowing her brows a bit before placing both of her hands on top, gently massaging the soft flesh, trying to imagine what it’d look like…well she knew the possibility was minimal since she was taking the birth control shots at the clinic - the last one was a few days before Bradley was deployed - but what if, you know? 

She wanted kids, she did, and she had a feeling so did Brad considering how he was with Bianca…”I need to stop this.” she whispers to herself, slapping her cheeks, “I stop worrying about one thing only for another to take its place. That’s not normal.” Jolene, who walked back into the room with her sock monkey within her jaws, looked at her curiously, “Let’s go on a walk Jojo,” she barely finished the sentence, seeing Jolene rush out of the room excitedly, tripping over her paws and sliding all the way to the front door. “I feel like we’ll both need this walk.”

Beatrice grabs her keys and phone, unlocking the front door, about to step out but pausing to give the upper floor one last look. She could see the door from where she was, still closed, no ghost children ominously standing in front of it with glowing eyes and menacing grins, nothing, just silence. “...yeah, we are going to take a long walk Jojo.” she says after closing the door, “A really long one.”

[folliesandfolderols]

Writing prompts day 21

From this prompt list. I set a goal of writing at least 150 words per day in 2024, which sounds pretty pathetic but if you take into account the fact that I haven’t written any fiction since 2019 it felt like a feasible target. And then somehow it turned into “I’m going to write a single interconnected story utilizing all of these prompts” which ?????, what can I say, I am incredibly foolish and there's no limit to my capacity for self-deceit. Anyway, it's fully drafted now, topped out at about 88k, and I'll be unlocking tumblr posts as I edit.

read from the beginning here

Days 19 & 20 here

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24. “Say please.”

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Tim fell back into bed as soon as he returned to the Nest and didn't wake up for thirteen hours, which might have been a new record for him. He was conscious of being annoyed before he even opened his eyes, but couldn't remember why until he had poured his second cup of coffee down his throat and his brain finally kicked into gear.

Oh right. Damian had been an asshole. What a surprise.

It wasn't until his fourth cup of coffee, drunk in between bites as he shoveled scrambled eggs into his mouth and typed on his laptop with his free hand, that he recalled his parting verbal shot and dropped his fork on his plate with a clatter.

"Oh, fuck," he blurted, and the horror in his voice echoed through the room.

He ran to his room to look at his phone for the first time since he'd fallen asleep, and found a chain of unread messages from Stephanie.

timothy jackson drake, what the hell did you DO

why is the baby bat down here punching the bag like captain america pining for peggy

I'm not joking he looks gray

like he's sick or something

except for where he's bright red

and he came storming back down here after you two talked so I’m guessing it was something you said

whatever it was I think it was pretty bad

seriously I know my therapist keeps telling me I have to stop triangulating but u might need to do something or debriefs are gonna be a shitshow

unless it was all his fault. idk I’m not ur mom

Tim swallowed, and swallowed again as he scrolled down the screen. Fuck. Fuuuuck. Damian might have started it, but Tim had brought the equivalent of a nuclear weapon to a knife fight. Shit. How tired had he been?

He texted back, i fucked up so bad steph and sent it before he could think better of it.

She responded fast, so she might have been waiting for his reply. No shit? well now u have to do ur least fave thing and I'm guessing it's gonna be pretty rough

Tim frowned. whats my least fave thing

She sent him a string of emoji in various states of sadness followed by, apologize u poor man. I know it burns to be part of the human race and have to admit it out loud

Tim sighed, but she wasn't done yet. A cascade of rapid-fire follow-ups popped down his screen.

and again I can't emphasize enough how little I give a shit if u and dami are fighting except that it makes everything awkward forever

and bruce gets all broody about it which is even more awkward

so pull ur head out of ur ass and pop his free too while you're at it because I was just waiting for him to throw some kind of fat joke at me

and I don't want to kill a young man

Tim snorted. say please

The three dots pulsed for a very long time, and he grinned. Finally, she replied, please, help me, red robin, ur my only hoe

lies i know ur friends

tim srsly pls just make things not suck

He sighed. mission accepted

good. I know he can be such an asshole but he rly did look like he was gonna puke

Tim dropped the phone on his mattress and buried his face in his hands, groaning. Great. Apology it was. Assuming Damian would even accept.

Days twenty-two and twenty-three here

[xstrengthxinxtragedyx]

Of Different Dimension’s And Returning Home, Ethan Cavender And Kelly Monroe.

Kelly had been happily living with Ethan until things began to go wrong, she had found out about an experiment of sorts had gone incredibly wrong including something of a paranormal creature that wasn’t human or otherwise, it was evil and it had taken her. She had screamed and begged not wanting to be taken but she was transported to a world that looked truly sinister. Her eyes were wide opened as she was in a world where everything was dark, there was no color or sunlight, everything was shades of gray and black which had made it difficult for her to see. She had blinked her eyes several times as tears were falling down her face, her hands were resting at her sides as she looked around.

She swallowed feeling that her forehead was bleeding, she made a face and looked around trying to get accustomed to her surroundings. She had felt a few tears fall down her face, she was in a place that she knew Ethan wasn’t there which made her begin to panic somewhat. She had moved hearing sounds that were foreign to her ears, she had looked around quietly, her eyes were barely opened as everything around her kept distorting which had made her feel dizzy. She winced falling on the ground feeling as if everything was spinning around her like she was on some type of a carnival ride.

She swallowed again and closed her eyes tightly for a moment, she had a bracelet on that had small little bells all over it as well as a pair of matching earrings and a anklet. She had turned her head looking around from one side to the other as she moved wiping the blood off of her forehead carefully. She shifted her jaw looking to feel small odd looking creatures crawling all along her arms. She looked somewhat dumbfounded as she felt a small Shadowkin crawling near her face, her eyes had crossed somewhat to get a better look at them which had seemingly amused the frightening looking creatures.

She was staying painfully still as they were seemingly interested by the bells that she had on her earrings, her bracelet and the anklet she had on, she was staying painfully still afraid that they would kill her, especially because she wasn’t quite sure why they were so interested in her. She pressed her lips together feeling a strange sense of relief when they had crawled off of her. She was able to stand up but stopped seeing a creature that was taller then her looking at her with angry looking eyes, her lips were pressed together as she took off in a quick run realizing that the jewelry she was wearing made it easier for her to be followed. She had taken them off while running keeping it clutched in her hand to keep it from making any kind of noise.

She had skidded when she was able to find a cave but that was after she had crashed into numerous trees that were seemingly slicked in a bizarre oil like substance. She had curled up in the cave and quietly sobbed, her head was resting against her knees as she had rocked back and forth hiding for several days at least that was what it had felt like to her. She had slowly crawled out of the cave moving to be able to find water where she had been able to wash her clothes and clean her body off of the substance that covered her. She had soon been able to find food in the form of various types of mushrooms and some creatures that had tasted like chicken which gave her strength when she had needed it most.

She had been fearful of the noises and the creatures that were hunting her because she was a human in a world that she didn’t belong in, that was for the first month until she had began making weapons using them to protect herself, she had also made a makeshift calendar as she had remembered the exact date that she had been taken away from Ethan, her eyes moved as a four years had passed by for her which had done a number on her as she was constantly fighting to stay alive the entire time. She had made friends with some of the creatures which had brought her safety of sorts, she had soon kept her jewelry on allowing them to play with it and crawl on her whenever they saw fit.

She had moved her eyes as she felt like everything was changing, she had screamed which was something she had rather quickly made herself stop doing so she wouldn’t draw attention to herself, she had her weapons attached to her body as she was dropped out of the unusual world that she she had been trapped in. She had looked disoriented as she was sitting on the ground in the sunlight, the middle of the day which had caused her to wince. She had grown so used to the darkness that her eyes were hurting because everything was so bright. Her hands were resting at her sides as she had moved pushing herself up slowly, she was still in her clothes that she had on from the day she had been taken away.

She also had blood and bruises on her body from the amount of fighting she had done, she also had her weapons holstered to her body with things she had used from when she was in the other world. She opened her mouth to call out for help but the fear of being attacked within the other world had caused her to close her mouth quickly. She had become mute during that time essentially to keep herself alive. She moved slowly and began walking, she had jumped as cars drove by her not paying attention to the way she had looked or the state that she was currently in.

Her hair was much longer, past her backside but in a long braid making it easier for her whenever she would have to run, she looked as if she had aged because for her it was four years that she was gone. Her eyes had dark circles beneath them as sleep was something that didn’t happen often without her feeling like she had to look over her shoulders at all times. She had looked noticing several runners just going by her also not stopping to help her even though it was clear that she was in need of help and some type of first aid. Her eyes were barely opened as she had tried to reach out but some people just pushed her away which had caused her to cower in fear.

She had felt her lower lip tremble, tears were falling down her face as she didn’t know where to go, she wasn’t sure if those she had cared for were still in the town that she had called home, her hands were resting at her sides as she kept walking slowly as she was extremely weak. She didn’t really know how she was standing upright, she had given up on trying to get help because it was clear that just like in the other world, she was alone and it stung her that she was being ignored after so long. She had swallowed hard leaning her head down as tears were streaming down her face clearing paths of the dirt and blood that had been caked onto her skin. Her eyes had moved up slowly stopping in her tracks when she had finally seen a familiar face, one that she had convinced herself that she would never see again. @thenexusofsouls

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

Pearl, Edition, and Candle pls

eep! thanks for the ask babes 🥺🖤

Pearl ~ Have you ever experienced a movie-like moment in your life?

i answered this one here. but i'll tell you another since i said i have a few.

my friends and i were backpacking across Europe on the day of summer Solstice one year. we trudged into Bordeaux after an exhausting day of travelling. it was just before sunset, and the streets were full of sunlight and colourful streamers and pennants and people playing music. we were so tired we just thought "ah, the french" and went to go find our accommodations.

we got there and the host asked us what we planned on doing this evening. we told her we'd probably eat then go straight to sleep because we'd been on trains for 12 hours. she gave us an apologetic look and said we probably wouldn't get much sleep that night because in France on the longest day of the year, noise curfew is suspended for a festival of music.

so obviously, the only thing to do was join the festivities.

there was a different kind of music playing on every block. punk, dubstep, club hits, rock. we bounced between a bunch of them, stopping to have a drink and soak in the atmosphere. on one street, this dude was leaning out the top floor window with massive speakers while his friends popped confetti canons over everyone's heads when the beat dropped. we stayed out until sunrise.

Edition ~ What type of character arcs are your favourite in fiction?

enemies to lovers, my beloved 🤌

Candle ~ Fictional character from classic literature that you identify with?

love me a Dorian Gray. love me a Lizzie Bennet. love me an Edmond Dantès. love me a Hamlet.

dark academia asks (part ii) 🕯🍂

[seiwas]

sel i would love an emoji 🥺 maybe 🍧 since it's fitting :3 Fairytail is easily one of my favourite animes. One of them sleeper loves if you will!! I don't think about it often, but when I do i get so 🥺🥺 I think it was my third anime? but I love them all so much. I haven't watched it in a while but it BLEW my mind that yuichi nakamura was once again, the VA of one of my fav's (fun fact if you didnt know already!!) no worries about the character ! i think it's so sweet you don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable <33 you're truly a sweetheart sel ♥🦋 and the nanami au..

smth abt finding love in places you shouldn’t and in situations you didn’t think you’d ever be in idk

I agree !!! i'm not sure if this is what you were going for, but my personal take.. he seems like the type of man to try not to get too close to someone 🥺 especially in his line of business 🥺 not to mention his "frankly noone would care" (I WOULD, I CARE SO MUCH) 😭😭 i don't think it would be unwanted - but i think him falling would be involuntary.. slow? unpredicted 🥺 if its a canon timeline, then i feel like he would hold himself back - if nothing but to stop you from getting caught up in the mess of curses :( then the angst... there would be so much of it 😭😭 the shibuya nightmare if followed through.. imagine 🥺 your favourite customer.. the one with gentle hands and sweet words and warmth that conveys safety.. the one that you shouldn't be falling in love with but you are 🥺 suddenly disappears 🥺🥺😭😭 WAAAHHH SEL I MADE MYSELF SO SAD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH PLS

that’s cute!!! okie 🥹, 🍧 anon it is 🥹 your tag will be: #nonie.🍧 in case you want to search for your asks!!

i was so into fairy tail i think i downloaded all the episodes 😭😭 i loved lucy loads and shipped her with everyone omg 😭😭😭 and pls 😭😭 i was so shocked when i first found out that he voiced gray too akzjsj IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW THAT U THINK ABT IT… the gray to gojo pipeline…

i do think nanami isn’t the type to seek out services like that so in a way i agree!! that he isn’t so much the type to ~~get close 🥺 my nanami x escort!reader au isn’t in the canonverse (i envision it as modern!) but i do agree 🥺 that idt he ever purposely seeks out love, nor does he purposely try to fall in love 🥺 and it happens organically, very slowly like you said! the way you described everything just shot a bullet straight through my heart omg 😭😭😭 the angst would be insane 😭😭😭 ure right 😭😭😭

[runa-falls]

a lover’s spat

summary: reader tries to teach lloyd a lesson

pairing: lloyd hansen x f!reader (third person)

rating: mature

warnings: almost cheating, mentions of blowjobs, guns/gunshots, minor character injury/death, choking, third person for no reason??

w/c: 1.2k 😭 WAIT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DUMBASS DRABBLE

a/n: i rewatched tgm and i have some thots.--i need a suicide squad jokerxharley type relationship with lloydxreader where they’re both crazy/erratic and always horny for each other.

- btw i'm writing this after 3 glasses of wine and i'm not gonna proof read it until tomorrow--so enjoy [?]

series masterlist

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bear with me: imagine the reader attempting to make lloyd jealous

so everyone knows about Lloyd and his princess. Lloyd is a batshit-crazy murderer and his girl is the same. the only difference is that she does it all in heels.

evidently, no one wants to get involved in that shit-show.

they have a history of ending their explosive relationship with actual explosives, and celebrating their fiery make-ups with actual fire (and unnecessary torture sprees[?]).

basically, it's assumed that if someone gets in the way, they're asking to be collateral or volunteering to be their next meal.

now, the relationship is "on" again--and it's as rocky as ever.

Lloyd's precious princess is attempting to teach him a little lesson for ignoring her. apparently, he's been too focused on work lately: always kicking her out of his office because she’s “too distracting” when she hangs around.

she doesn’t understand. all she did was perch prettily on his lap, eat some snacks, and occasionally try to suck him down her throat. it's not her fault he can't handle it...

so she decides she’s gonna grab a cute boy from the club and ignore him. it's an innocent game of trying to make her boyfriend jealous. of trying to see how far she can go until he breaks down and fucks her.

but it doesn't go exactly according to plan.

her first mistake was doing it in his own club. he has eyes everywhere. every entrance is watched, every person is accounted for, and everyone is under his command. he won't miss anything.

her second mistake was wearing his favorite dress. she knows the barely there pink number drives him crazy: cut outs in all the right places, draping beautifully against her figure. he personally picked it out to fuck her in it for their second anniversary.

she thought it would be that extra kick-to-the-throat to send him over the edge.

her third and final mistake was breaking the kissing rule. despite what everyone thinks, lloyd can be a reasonable guy. at least for her. he gives her second, third, even fourth chances. she's allowed to tease, prod, or even grope other guys, but kissing has always been off limits.

unfortunately for him, she's always one to push the limits. that was his mistake.

she is exhilarated by the deathly stare he sends from across the dance floor. and though her lips were pressed against another, her eyes stayed locked onto his baby blues, drinking in every ounce of his fury. his hands curl into fists at his sides as he watches the scene under the dimmed lighting.

she sees him call over one of his men, eyes still locked with hers, grunting frustrated commands over the bass-boosted music. they nod, muttering into their earpiece before passing him a dark object.

suddenly, the music around her ceases. she recognizes this chest-tightening feeling: something is about to happen.

lloyd winks at her with a sly smirk before casually raising his arm in her direction--his long fingers delicately hold a gun. before she can separate from the man, an ear piercing bang echoes through the crowded room. everything stops for a moment: all dancing pauses, all talking ceases, and all breathing freezes.

then once everyone processes the noise, it's instant chaos. the music, still blaring through the speakers, is quickly drowned by high pitched screams, and frantic yelling. fear and desperation pools through the crowd, pushing everyone towards the exits.

his girl, however, simply rolls her eyes in annoyance: he just had to make a scene. she drags the back of her hand against her lips, wiping off smudged lipstick and the distinct taste of tequila, before abruptly pushing her experiment away from her, sharply aware of what is coming next.

the nameless man clumsily stumbles backwards in confusion, his drunk-fucked mind still unaware of the cause of the chaos. then another shot rings through the room, and he ceremoniously falls to his knees.

she sees lloyd graciously walking toward them, the crowd parting around him. a shit eating grin beams from under his 'stache.

"come'on, princess," his scolding tone is doused in honey as he considers the man under him. without hesitation, he pops another shot into the man's back before looking back up. "you know the rules." she doesn't pay any mind to the violent act, used to his outspoken actions.

she gives lloyd an innocent shrug, emphasizing her considerable cleavage that's now shining with sweat from the hot atmosphere of the (once) crowded club. "you said rules are made to be broken." she calmly smoothes out her short dress, ignoring his heated stare, pretending to make sure there aren't any unruly blood stains from her temporary partner-in-crime.

"so...what was this," he waves his gun around the fallen soldier, "little tantrum about, hm?" she hated how he talked to her like a child, always cooing and using easy words just to piss her off.

"the fact you don't know fuckin' proves my point!" she whines, pouting childishly under his gaze. "it's like you go through our relationship completely fucking blind, only caring when you feel like it!" he takes a swift step closer, taking her by surprise as he fully grabs her by the throat.

his words seethe through clenched teeth as he pulls her close enough for his forehead to touch hers, "look, baby, i've tried to be cordial with you, but now you're just being a brat." she can feel blood throb through her head as his grip tightens. "i don't know what crawled up your ass! i can't read your fucking mind!"

she squirms in his hold, weakly kicking against his shins, "you ignored me! you chose work over me!" her voice rasps out against his hand, but she's barely phased by her positioning. "you don't fucking love me!" his hand briskly releases her, leaving her a panting mess on her knees in front of him.

"you think i don't love you just 'cuz i wouldn't fuck you into the desk while i was on a call?"

"it was never an issue before..."

he sighs, realizing this is just another blip in their relationship that really doesn't matter. "honey, i actually have work to do. this isn't some hollywood fairytale where this money appears outta thin air."

she scrunches her nose at his condescending tone, finally having enough of this power play for the night. "obviously i knew that! i'm not fucking dumb, lloyd." she stands back up, trying to size him up even though he's quite a bit taller than her.

"well, if you knew it, then what's the fucking problem? why are we even discussing this." he groans, clearly done with the pointless argument.

"oh okay, so since you don't have a problem with it, there isn't one?"

"that's not what i said."

"whatever, lloyd. i'm done." she turns to the dark emptiness of the club, enjoying the finality of her heels echoing through the room.

a dark chuckle blooms from behind her, "yeah, that's not happening."

she turns her head over her shoulder with a snarky smile, movements not stopping, "uh-yeah, i think it is."

she spoke too soon.

as he clears his throat, every exit is swiftly blocked by one of his men, all dressed in thick black uniforms.

"no. i don't think it is.” she looks back, watching him fiddle with the gun in his hands as he stares her down, “why don’t you come back here, and sit nicely in front of daddy?” there’s a bout of silence between the couple, tensions rising as they both anticipate who’s going to make the first move.

she silently shakes her head, trying to hang on to her last strand of defiance. he tilts his head with frustration, “how about this: sit down like a good puppy or i’ll fuck your throat raw.”