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introverted - Luke Hughes

summary; Luke Hughes x reader

You know him for years over the internet. But when you meet him in person, he acts awkward and uncomfortable. It's a big step for an introverted guy. Can you handle it?

warning(s); FLUFF!!, mentions of insecurity, maybe grammar errors

author's note; hi you wonderful people out there! Hope you're all okay✨

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Luke Hughes is everything.

He's awkward, he's a good player and wraps every girl around his finger even when he looks like a zombie, because he stayed awake too long last night to watch the new movie.

"-so he told me I'm boring-", you spill him the tea on FaceTime, talking about the boy you really liked and ghosted you. "He's wrong", Luke smiles in his camera, looking comfortable. It's something you learned about Luke- he's very shy and uncomfortable when he doesn't know people. It's weird how you became friends, - somehow. You're living one continent apart but your connection went good and never had problems to talk with each other. "well I have something to talk about", Luke speaks out and looks away from his display, you nod. "I booked you a ticket. I know you're having your summer vacation next week and being alone at home so you can join us in Michigan", his shy side shows again.

"MICHIGAN?", you squeak under panic. "yeah", he chuckles and looks insecure, thinking if it was the best idea. "Like Michigan with your parents, siblings?", you follow up. "Yeah", he smiles. "i told you not to pay things for me!", you warn him, "take it as an early birthday present ", he argues back. "my birthday is in december!", you roll your eyes, "ok, see you in Michigan!".

Here you are, with all your bags at the airport, searching for Luke. Or a nice sandwich, you're hungry. "Hey!", Luke waves awkwardly at you, coming closer, until he gives you the hand. "Luke", you raise your eyebrows, "we're friends for three years now, gimme a hug!", you hug him because he could say something against it. "I'm sorry but Jack is the driver", he warns you, talking a bag over his shoulder. Jack leans on the car door with sunglasses on, "hi", he hugs you without asking, driving to the lake house. "Mom cooked a lot of food, hope you're hungry", Jack eyes meeting yours, Luke just smiles. "sure, can I sit next to Luke?", you ask Jack. You're here because you want to spend time with him. "I'll not interrupt you lovebirds", he laughs and walks in front of you both. "Are you ok with sitting next to me?", Luke leans over to your ear, whispering these words. "sure, Lucky Luke", you smile at him. His cheeks are blushing. After meeting the whole family you ate dinner, but Luke looks very uncomfortable next to you. Barely talking. He avoids you for three days now, you try to get along with the family but you want to talk to him. You're here because of him.

"Luke?", you ask him, when you finally found a moment in piece with him. "hm?", he smiles.

"Do you want me to leave?", you speak out your worries. "no!", he shakes his head, "I am just very shy, ok? I need my time to feel comfortable", his ears getting red. Your body feels like under electricity, you're more extroverted and never thought he feels that way. "Sure, don't worry", you smile respectfully and leave the room. "Ohh trouble in paradise?", Jack asks you with his girlfriend under his left arm sleeping. "No, it's just too much", you sit down on a camping chair. "did he say something silly? He talked about meeting you nonstop in New Jersey", he focuses on your emotions. "He avoids me for three days and i asked him if i should leave. He told me he's shy and feels uncomfortable", you blame yourself. "sounds like Lukey", he nods understandable. "It's not your fault. After a few days he's the most annoying person ever, trust me", he huffs playfully with a small grin. "what can I do?", you ask him for advice. "He loves movie nights. Ask him to do that?", he thinks about his little weird ass brother.

"I don't want him to feel uncomfortable!", you worry. Jack nods and lays his girlfriends head on the lounger without waking her up.

"Luke!", Jack steps into the house, standing in front of his younger, taller brother. "you told me about this new movie, can you remember?", you join with them. "Yeah, it's a sequel from Harry Potter ", he nods friendly. "your best friend has no plans this night so you can watch it with her", he points with his finger at you, to stop miscommunication. "uhm-", Luke's voice cracks. "If you say no I'll watch it with her", he looms. "you have a girlfriend!?", you think out loud, both turn their bodies in your direction, "I can handle two women", Jack gets sassy. "okay, after dinner", Luke plays with his fingers.

Time flew away. Now you're sitting in Luke's bed, you can smell his cologne and waiting with snacks. "ok I'm ready", Luke comes in and smiles softly, but very nervous. "What are you wearing?", he blushes again, "a pyjama", you laugh. "uhm.. without bra?", he mudders. "Who knows", you mock him. You're laying both in his bed, you can feel how your eyes feel heavy, you yawn after a while. "Can i lay down on your chest?", you ask. His bed is like wood under your body, it's definitely not comfortable. "Sure", he's distracted with watching the movie, petting your hair without thinking much until he hears your softly snores. "sleep well", he kisses your cheek, wrapping his arm around you in the comfortable way and sleeps in, too.

The next morning you wake up from voices around you, "mom take a picture!", jack stresses. "Jack stop being so annoying in the morning!", she tells him, "they're kinda cute together", he whispers. And you close your eyes again.

[manikas-whims]

how Zayne from Love and Deepspace will react when he finds out you're on your period..

You get a call from the Akso Hospital and are suddenly requested to pay a visit.

You don't understand what's happening but leave your work desk all the same.

The moment you arrive and speak to the receptionist, she informs that you have a check-up scheduled with Dr. Zayne for today.

You're slightly surprised and confused because despite being a little messy, you do keep up with your own schedule, and you clearly don't remember having any such check-ups.

Regardless, you head towards Zayne’s office.

[moments later]

You give a knock on the door to announce your arrival before walking in.

Zayne is already putting down the documents in his hands and by the time you reach his desk, he's scrutinizing you, as if searching for any signs of something off with you.

“What is it?” You ask in frustration. There's a load of mission reports waiting at your work desk that you need to finish and submit this week, and frankly you don't have much time right now.

Zayne merely raises a brow as if offended by your curt tone.

“Sit.” He commands.

You deliberately sigh loudly before taking a seat. “I don't have any check-ups today, Zayne. Why did you call me?”

“Correct me if I am wrong but it must be the second day of your menstrual cycle?” He states so calmly as if making an absurd remark about the weather.

You're quite mortified for a moment. But then mortification is replaced by annoyance. Doctor or not, your periods are your problem and Zayne isn't supposed to comment on how you deal with them.

You narrow your eyes at him. “That’s..none of your business.”

“It is since your captain called up.” Zayne supplies calmly.

“Jenna?” You're confused. Why would she?

“She informed me about your not so peaceful conversation with a guy from the Data Analysis Department.” He speaks, his lips slowly curving up into a smirk.

“Nero was the one who wouldn't shut up!” You tell him.

“And she also informed me how you choked the life out of your coffee mug using your evol. That's a misconduct if I've ever heard of it.”

Okay misusing your evol wasn't exactly right. But crumbling your mug with it did help with the stomach cramps. Even if just a teensy bit.

By this point you’re gripping the armrests of the chair a little too tightly. His knowing smirk isn't helping either. Combining all that with your mood swings enrages you even more.

But before you can lash out at him. Give him the same treatment you gave Nero and your coffee mug. Say something that you'll definitely regret later on, he leaves his chair and comes to stand right in front of you.

“Take the rest of the day off.” He says. Neither a friendly suggestion nor a doctor's advice. Just an outright order. And you don't like that.

“I can’t. I have reports to finish.”

He sighs before fishing something out from one of his desk drawers. Then, he pours a glass of water and comes back to you, offering the said glass along with a pill in his other hand.

You immediately recognize the painkiller and shake your head. “I don't take those.”

“You should.” He says emphatically, nudging the items towards you.

“Absolutely not!” You feel your voice crack a little. You have a lot of work left to do. You really need to get going.

But Zayne isn't deterred by your words. He steps even closer, and speaks in a softer tone. The same one that he uses only on rare occasions. When he's being earnest to you.

“Not taking the painkillers doesn't make you stronger than the rest of the women in the world.” He puts the glass in your hand, and offers the pill again. “You must acknowledge your pain, and work to overcome it in the most efficient ways.”

You bite your lip because he's only being reasonable. You must look like an absolute brat to him.

“Fine.” Your voice comes out a little shaky from holding back your tears as you accept the pill and swallow it.

“Good girl.” He pats your head. “Now let’s get you home.”

You agree to take the remaining day off but he doesn’t need to waste anymore time on you. He must realize that he has his own share of work to do. And you are a responsible adult. You can’t always rely on him. You can do things on your own despite the hardships.

“I can go by myself.” You mumble.

“I know. But let me help. I have the right to help you.”

“You have the right to?” Once more, annoyance begins flaring up in your head. “On what account? Being my personal physician!?”

He smiles softly. Genuinely. “On account of being your friend.”

His admission stuns you into silence and you avert your gaze.

How can he be so kind? He's being so unfair! Now you look even worse of a brat.

You feel ashamed for behaving the way you did.

“Come on.” He beckons, offering a hand.

You hesitate for a moment before putting your own palm into his bigger one.

His fingers curl around your wrist instead and he tugs you forward, helping you stand, his arm now coming to wrap around your shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

He's already directing you out of the room and locking its door when you murmur. “Zayne?”

“What is it?” He asks as he tucks away his glasses into the pocket of his coat.

“Sorry for getting mad at you.”

He scoffs. “It’s understandable in your current predicament.”

You watch him fish out his car keys and speak again. “No seriously. Thank you for everything you do. You're more than just a friend.”

He cocks his head to the side but you still catch him smiling wide this time. “The feeling is mutual.”

Here it is! Hope y'all like it. I'm still new to writing for Love and Deepspace so bear with me 🥹

Rafayel version coming soon!

AND THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

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[cursedvida]

It's really crazy to me to see the hate Mae gets, like I was reading some reviews and I can understand not liking a character but as soon as they start with the name calling their opinion is invalid to me because they have no reason to be calling her a bitch, among other things, like it just reeks of mysogyny, (it's like they just want an excuse to call women names) and seeing it coming from other girls makes it worse like..

"Oh the girl was such a bitch why did she do that 🙄" ..is it really that hard to think for a moment about the circumstances in which mae was raised?? Do they need it spell it out for them?? Like, c'mon guys do you really think that the people trapped in a bunker for generations have anything nice to teach/say about the apes?? Wes Ball please give us Mae's backstory in the sequel!! Your audience needs it bc they are out there calling Mae the real villain and saying Proximus was right 💀 (when he was literally everything Caesar hated in an ape)

Look, I'm usually a polite person when expressing my opinions, but I'm fed up with the hate towards Mae, basically because the arguments people give seem incredibly basic to me, typical of people with little to no understanding. Sometimes I doubt if these people have watched the same movie as me or maybe they have some sort of cognitive dissonance, but seriously, I find them ridiculous. Either that, or they are basically the typical comments from misogynistic guys or women with internalized misogyny who can't stand morally gray and questionable female characters.

And well, having said that, I'm going to present my doctoral thesis on this topic:

One of the things I've seen the most is people saying that Mae is evil, the true villain, or an ungrateful traitor to Noa. This argument seems quite incomprehensible to me because, even though we don't have much data about her, I believe there's something very important that explains why she acts as she does: the Proximus apes killed the people in her group, including her mother. I mean: her damn mother. If we add to that the UNDERSTANDING (I mean, you have to be very short-minded not to assume something so obvious) that she has been raised in an environment where they've probably told her all her life that the apes are the reason for all the evils of humanity and the main reason why humans live in shitty conditions, I think anyone with half a brain has enough information to understand why she does what she does.

Yes, Noa is a good guy, but he's not helping her. Noa and Mae have a common goal and decide to ally themselves momentarily to achieve that goal, which is to reach Proximus. As much as they've formed a bond throughout the story, it's not yet strong enough for Mae to set aside what she has worked for so hard. Mae not only bears the weight of humanity on her shoulders but also emotionally carries the idea that she, as the sole survivor of her group, must complete the mission at all costs. Are those who criticize her telling me that if they truly thought that with certain actions they could not only save their species but also honor their loved ones who have been killed infront their eyes, they wouldn't do them? And that they wouldn't do them for someone they've just met, no matter how much they like them? That's just not realistic, it makes no sense. We would all do the same as Mae in her situation. I mean, I have no doubts.

Another thing I love is when they say she's the "true villain" as if it weren't clear enough that she feels bad every time since she forms a bond with Raka and Noa when she does something that she knows may harm them. She feels pain for Raka's death and clearly, you can also see the conflict and remorse when she detonates the bomb. It's not something she enjoys doing, but she HAS to do it. In the final scene, even though she's carrying a gun, you can also clearly see her in conflict with herself. Clearly, she doesn't want to kill him. Clearly, she has nothing against Noa, and this is evident when she finally accepts the necklace and they even shake hands. You can't tell me that's the attitude of a villain, narratively it's not presented as such, and seeing it that way is to have understood nothing.

Mae is a complex character whose life is based on survival, she's no different from the characters we're used to loving and idolizing in other post-apocalyptic series, the difference here for me is that she's human and humans have to be bad by default and also that she's a woman. Because female characters always have to be the support, the romantic interest, or the unconditional friends of heroic male characters, and Mae is none of that. Mae is a character with her own story and ambitions that go beyond Noa's plot. Mae has her own plot, and it seems that's something that bothers people a lot.

I'm sorry, but the hate towards Mae seems very similar to the one people had for Sansa Stark in Game of Thrones, which basically stemmed from people being misogynistic and hating complex and imperfect female characters, combined with how much they hate seeing protagonist characters with such human and real characteristics that they can't bear the idea of seeing themselves reflected in them.

But hey, for Sansa Stark, I would have killed, and now for Mae too. Mae haters basically DNI

[wittlesissyb4by]

It was such a pathetic sight. Ryan was squishing in his chair, crinkling in his ridiculous diaper, and blowing raspberries between bites of mushy carrots.

I can’t believe how far he’s come, or, rather, how far he’s fallen. Ryan used to be a pompous, chauvinistic asshole who got a little too big for his own britches. If he wasn’t trying to  impress his holier than thou attitude upon anyone he could in public, he was doing it at home with me. I was beneath him. I was nothing but a 50’s housewife expected to cook, clean, and pick-up after him. Oh, and to be there to please his tiny dick for almost a full 30-seconds…

I was tired of it, sick of being nothing but a vending machine for him to call on, only to be left thankless and underappreciated. Things had to change.

So, I started off small, slipping various hormones and chemicals into the food I was ordered to cook for him every night. When he was sleeping, I’d put on a little hypnosis for him to listen to after I popped my earmuffs in. 

The effects were gradual at first. He started complaining about his nipples hurting. I’d find wet stains in his underwear, and he’d whimper and whine about the tiniest things (okay, maybe that wasn’t much different than before…). Soon I noticed him constantly needing to have something in his mouth. It started out with just his fingernails, then a toothpick, a plastic cap, and–when I started taking those away and he’d (literally) cry–he would resort to sucking his thumb.

He was actually giggling with delight when I brought home a pacifier. That was when things really started kicking in. He’d come home from work with wet underpants, and would wake up in soaking sheets. So, obviously, it was time for diapers. He protested at first, but soon I’d come into the living room to find him humping and crinkling on the floor, drooling all over his thumb. Where he used to bark at me to bring him a beer when he got home, he was now begging and pleading for a bottle of ‘milkies’ with his wittle baby voice.

He learned to address me as Mommy, to say ‘pweez’ and thank you for every little thing. He even agreed to let me bring home other guys. Real men for me to play with. There was a time where he’d try to act all macho in front of other men, now he’d get on his knees and suck their dick if I told him it was his ‘ba ba’ for the day.

He has no problem dressing like a girl, in fact, he kind of throws a fit if all his pink tutu’s and rompers are dirty and he has to wear a blue onesie. I used to let him hump his huggies as much as his little heart desired, I’d rather him pump his pitiful load into pampers instead of my pussy while I pretend to enjoy it–but then I took that away as well. He still whines and cries sometimes for me to let him out of his chastity cage for ‘cum cums’, but those are a thing of the past now.

It’s funny, he used to think he was so smart, he’d belittle everyone around him for not knowing the most random of facts. Now? He’s practically a braindead, bimbo baby. I mean, look at him. He’s blowing raspberries with muck in his mouth and drooling down his bib, smiling the whole time. He doesn’t seem to mind that he’s sitting in a heavily soiled diaper, in fact, he’s mushing around in it like a happy piggie playing in the mud.

I wonder if he understands that all of his money is now in my account. Sure, I’ll drop the hypnosis and send him out to work, only to make him snap back into it as soon as he’s home so I can tape him back in a diaper. Ryan–or Rylie–as she’s now called, is not even close to a man anymore. Her little dick is caged and diapered, right where it belongs. Now excuse me while I shovel more slop into her babbling mouth.

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[i-cant-sing]

Baldwin has my heart still , I could never.

im glad <3 i had some people going off about baldwin being bipolar and dangerous and im like ????? wdym??? he's never treated reader with anything but utmost love and devotion?????

but i also like salauddin because he's like the polar opposite of baldwin as an s/o. salauddin isnt BLINDLY in love with you, he doesnt think youre the prettiest girl- ANGEL to have walked on earth ever (blud he's literally named after prophet yusuf/joseph- who if yall dont know was the most handsome guy ever. women have literally ended up cutting their fingers because they were busy admiring his looks).

But salauddin KNOWS that he's in love with you. To him, love is when your heart longs for a person but you dont know why, love is when your brain cant point out what exactly it is that draws him in and makes u so attractive, love is when all logic and reasoning is out the window because he manages to adore even your smallest actions- your eyes stealing glances, you tripping over your own chaddar, etc. Love is when you're mad/sad and he doesnt understand why he has to be the one to chase your anger away, but he still does make it upto you. Love is when the very thought of you being hurt in any way pains him, even if he knows that you're much stronger than you look, that you wouldnt die from kohl burning your eyes but he cant help but scold u for moving because you ended up hurting yourself. Love is when his heart practically stopped when he lost sight of you for a few minutes in the market. Love is when he calls you an "idiot" but he's looking at you with amused eyes and a soft smile. Love is when he could pray for anything in the world, but he always prays for you.

Perhaps he is blindly in love with u, but unlike Baldwin he cant list out what it is that he loves about you.

[simplydannie]

Previous The Escape

Inspired and and written for @meadow-hearthfire. Based on their ask: Can you imagine Bruce's reaction to seeing Floyd with an unconscious Veneer when he and his brothers found them? Can you imagine Bruce's thought process throughout the past two days Veneer was unconscious? Can you imagine the conversations Bruce has with Floyd about V&V in those two days?

Floyd is found next to an unconscious Veneer who has just been shot…all his brothers don’t understand why he cares so much about the kid, on why he bothers in trying to save him at. The only one to see the truth behind Floyd’s eyes, is Bruce.

“We’re almost to Mount Rageous!” John Dory exclaimed as they neared the city. From afar, the lights of the city emerged through the clouds.

“A little over the top isn’t it?” Branch asked as the lights came more into view.

“Rageons tend to be over the top.”

“How will we know where they are?” Clay asked trying to peak through the windows, “The place is huge compared to us! We’re like ants in a cornfield compared to that place.”

“Good old Rhonda has the scent! That letter that was left to me has the scent of the two Rageons we’re trying to find. We find them. We find Floyd.” JD smirked proudly.

Suddenly, Rhonda halted, the Trolls were confused at her sudden maneuver, “Hey, what gives!” Branch said loudly.

“She’s… picking up something I think… Rhonda?” JD grew curious, but she remained completely still. She made a noise and bolted the opposite direction.

“Rhonda no! To Mount Rageous! Rhonda!”

But nothing stopped her. She had picked up a scent, it was the scent JD had showed her before, she knew it was. Rhonda ran quicker and quicker…. Suddenly she came to halt and settled down.

One by one, the Trolls unmounted the armadillo bus. JD went around and looked at Rhonda straight in the eyes. “What gives girl? Mount Rageous remember? Velvet and Veneer?”

“John look!” Clay motioned. The Trolls looked around to find themselves surrounded by mist. Trees were overhead. The mist slowly evaporated to show a clearing that lead to a river bank…there! That’s when they saw a motionless figure…. It looked like…

“It’s a Troll!” Poppy exclaimed as she got closer. The others followed her lead. Growing closer and closer, the little figure became clearer… the small Troll kneeled next to a larger body, his hands folded over his knees, a sad look in his eyes.

“FLOYD!!” Branch ran straight for his brother. Floyd turned around to find himself being engulfed in an embrace by each of his brothers. “Floyd oh my gosh! You’re out! You’re free!” Branch held him tighter. Floyd let the sadness melt away for a moment as he let Branches love just engulf him, one by one he felt their love…. His family was back again… they were alive, they were safe.

“You guys are alive… you’re okay… I went back and… everyone was gone.” Floyd cried.

“We’re here, bro. We’re good. And we’re together again. Let’s go! Let’s go now! We’re to close to Rageous for your own good.” JD pulled Floyd’s arm, but he hesitated, he stalled.

“No! No I can’t! I can’t leave him.” Floyd said pulling away. He walked over to a bigger figure laying on the ground. The Trolls hadn’t noticed, they thought it was just something there… not an actual person. The rest of the Trolls got closer.

“Oh my gosh.” Poppy gasped, “It’s… it’s a Rageon.”

“Not just any, I know that stringy hair. That’s Veneer. Floyd how’d you escape him.” Bruce said.

“I didn’t. We escaped together. He’s hurt, he’s hurt bad.” Floyd walked up to the boys chest… there was blood… “I tried to cover it with what I could, but he’s still bleeding out. He’ll die.” Floyd jumped down attempting to pull on the boys sleeve causing him to move a little. “Please, what can we do? I need to save him.”

All the Trolls looked to Floyd in confusion. Why would he want to save him? This was his captor, the one who imprisoned him and had been torturing him. Why?… All but Bruce thought that. Bruce automatically knew the tone of voice Floyd carried, the hurt in it… this was much more.

“….Hustle Time.” Bruce said. The Trolls looked at him.

“What?” Branch was the first to ask.

“You guys said the Bergens are our friends now right? Hustle time to them. Bring them here. They have something big enough to carry a Rageon.” Bruce stated.

“Really?” Floyd asked with a glint of hope in his eyes.

“You’re seriously thinking of helping him?” Clays voice sounded. “Isn’t he like the bad guy in this story?”

“No! No he’s not. Trust me. I’ll explain everything, just please help me save him….. please.” There was a desperation in Floyd’s voice.

“I’ll help you!” Poppy exclaimed.

Bruce crossed his arms and nodded, “I second that.” He turned to face the rest of his brothers. JD let out a long sigh.

“Rhonda girl get over here. Let’s see if we can move this big guy away from the water bank first.”

Between them and Rhonda, the Trolls pulled Veneer as far off the river bank as they could, as deep into the brushes that his weight allowed him. He was loosing blood quickly, they thought he couldn’t get any paler, but he was, everything about him began to loose color.

JD, Clay, and Poppy went off with Rhonda to find the Bergens…all they could hope is that they wouldn’t be too late.

Bruce and Branch remained with Floyd. The little Troll never left the Rageons side. His brothers marveled how attentive he was, he was trying to sooth him, trying to wake him up.

“I don’t get it.” Branch said.

“I think I do.” Bruce responded. He saw the hopelessness in his brother’s eyes as he sat there by Veneers side. Bruce had so much to say and so much to ask, but he knew right now wasn’t the time. “We need to be here for him Branch. I’m sure he’ll explain everything one day, but right now, let’s just be here for him.”

Hours upon hours passed. The Trolls did everything they could to keep Veneer from bleeding out of his wound. The boys breathing began to grow staggered, and Floyd began to grow more hopeless.

“No. No. No. No. I can’t loose him! I can’t. Is there anything else we can do?” Floyd said.

“We’re doing our best. We have to wait for the others to come back.” Branch reassured.

Floyd threw his hands in the air, “We’ve waited to long! Look at him!”

“Floyd. Freaking out is not going to help him. We have to be calm, for him.” Bruce said. This seemed to calm Floyd down a bit, but he was growing weary… Veneer was so close to death….

That’s when they heard the sound.

Looking up they saw a vehicle approach. At first they were hesitant, but then they a familiar face popped out.

“He’s taller than we expected! Hopefully he fits in the back.” King Gristle stated.

Floyd never left Veneers bedside. He remained by the drawer staring down at the boy. Bruce walked in and saw everything. Floyd had not left his bedside since they arrived. There were times where he asked JD to take him back, something about seeing if she followed, he assumed he was talking about the kids sister. Bruce hopped up and sat next to Floyd.

“You doing okay, little bro?”

Floyd shook his head and remained silent.

“They say he’s stable. He’s going to make it Floyd.”

“He’s not waking up.”

“He will. He will.”

“When?”

“Floyd I…”

“When is he going to wake up Bruce!! When! You don’t understand, you don’t.” Floyd buried his face in his hands.

“I think I understand a little more than you know. I know that look. I have it when my kids are hurting.” Bruce said. Floyd looked at him, confusion on his face.

“What? Kids? Bruce, he’s not my…”

“But you see him that way, don’t you? Something happened back at Rageous. You wouldn’t just protect or feel this way about anyone who’s held you captive.” Bruce told him.

Floyd fell silent. He stared at Veneer… they patched him up, gave him liquids, now it was just a waiting game. If Floyd hadn’t tried to abandon them, leave them like he would’ve, then maybe this would have never happened…. The twins would have never have to spend those months of torment under that vile woman, “I promise I wouldn’t leave them… and I almost did… I blamed them for something they knew nothing about…I told them that they weren’t my….family.”

“Keep going.” Bruce said.

“…. After leaving, I tried coming back, but everyone was gone. I found my way into Rageous, well, Under Rageous. I was caught, but then…they let me go, they saved me. It’s rough down there…so I stayed with them, hoping one day I could find a way out and bring them with me. We…. We…”

“Became family.” Bruce finished. Floyd looked at his brother, then at Veneer.

“We did…. And I messed that up.”

The brothers stayed a moment in silence before Bruce decided to speak, “I’ve seen you passionate bro, but never like this. These guys are 100x your size, yet you don’t see that, you see the kid in them still. The way you were looking at him at the river bank, here in the hospital… the same love I look at my own kids with.” Floyd opened his mouth to protest, “Don’t deny it. In your own way, you’ve adopted these two as your own…. It may take awhile for the others to understand, but I’ll help you with that. As a father, we want to guide are kids in the right direction. Sometimes that won’t happen, sometimes they’ll mess up…. But as a parent, we got to be there for them when they do. Fatherhood ain’t easy, bro, but it’s a beautiful journey.”

Floyd stared at Bruce, then turned his gaze towards Veneer… Bruce was right. Unknowingly he had began to see these two as his own. Maybe that’s why he got so hurt and upset when he found out what the Mistress was doing. He had felt betrayed… but in the long run, Floyd was the one to betray them. Now here he sat, waiting for Veneer to wake up… hoping Velvet would’ve followed…

“What do I do now?” Floyd asked.

“Learn and wait. This kid will wake up… and the girl will make it out. We’ll find a way to help her, I promise you. Besides, if she had you in her life, then that means she’s a fighter. One thing at a time, little bro.”

Floyd wipes the tears that had unknowingly been falling. But for the first time, he wasn’t crying because he was sad…. He was crying because for the first time since all this happened..Floyd had hope.

[kamyru]

Return the like (Thomas Rheault x Candy & Jason Mendal x Another Candy) (Shorts)

Author's note: This is inspired by the scene in episode 4 in which Thomas tells everyone that he "stalks" Jason online. And is a reinterpretation of the whole scene, but after an undefined timeskip.

Word counting: 569

"He's married now," the woman told her boyfriend while drying her face with a small towel. She took out a small jar of face cream and applied it in front of the mirror. Now that the water wasn't running, she could hear Thomas' answer.

"There's no way. He is the biggest womanizer I have known. When you told me you knew him, I was sure it was because you used to be one of his girls. He slept with more than half of the city," Thomas commented and came from behind to plant a kiss on the top of the head of his girlfriend. She smiled softly and looked at him through the mirror.

"I saw a wedding band on his ring finger."

"He has always been wearing rings on nearly all the fingers. The man is filthy rich and a poser."

The woman put her hands on the edge of the sink and turned to her boyfriend. She wasn't smiling this time, looking deadly serious in the man's eyes.

"Do you think I can't recognize a wedding band when I see it?"

Thomas laughed and shrugged. He kissed the temple of his girlfriend and left. When the woman finally emerged from the bathroom, he tapped the place on the bed near him, as if they weren't sharing it for a few years already.

"Let's search. I'll show you that I'm right. You are still following his account under that fake nail salon account, right?"

The man didn't answer. It was obvious to everyone in the room that the woman was right. Even after years of leaving Devenementiel and starting work in another field, his stalking habits didn't die. He wasn't using that account as much anymore. If he was more precise, the last time he logged in was when his girlfriend saw it. That's how she found out about his nail salon.

Thomas didn't expect a lot from the Jason-Goldreamz Instagram page. If he remembered right, for a lot of time the guy didn't post any womanizer photos, but it didn't mean anything. It took him some time to find the page through his followers until his girlfriend stopped him at one and pressed it.

"Here it is! You see, I was right."

And sure she was. Jason-Goldreamz's profile picture was a photo from his wedding. Moreover, his last photo was a candid of himself looking lovingly at his wife: the woman who used to work at Devenementiel before his girlfriend took her place. Thomas was so shocked, he didn't understand when he accidentally liked the last photo.

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"Guess what?" a husky voice reverberated through the room to the bathroom. A faint "What?" made the man continue talking. "Your former co-worker liked our last photo together."

At this, the woman stepped out of the bathroom just enough to look at her husband. "Who?"

"The one with a fake nail salon account."

The woman laughed shortly. She went back to the bathroom to rinse her face. When the water stopped running, she took her rightful place near her husband and let her head fall on his chest.

"Like him back. I heard he has a girlfriend now."

Mr. Mendal laughed. Mrs. Mendal laughed too. The light closed, and they cuddled to sleep.

The next morning, Thomas woke up to a notification.

"Love, do you remember ever collaborating with a hair removal salon? They liked our last photo together."

[ttalgiroll]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ “I ONLY WANT YOU.” <3

notes⨟ this idea literally popped up in my head in the middle of the night, so if there are any typos PLEASEEEEE ignore. i truly feel this is how san would react to you feeling neglected/jealous, i’m sure he’d want his princess to know that she’s his #1 girl!

includes⨟ HEAVY SMUT, dom!san x sub(f)!reader, unprotected sex (👎🏻), spanking, hair pulling, slight spit play.

summary⨟ san recently rekindled with a childhood friend of his, but you feel as if she’s getting more time with him than you are.

you and san were sitting in the living room watching a new television series that you both found interesting. you were cuddled up with him, nuzzling your face into his neck more than you were paying attention to the show. you were just about to display kisses all over his face, until a notification rang his phone. he kissed your forehead before picking it up to see who it was.

“shit,” he sighed before running his hand down his face. he quickly texted back whoever it was who texted him before sitting up. “who is it?” you asked with curiosity in your tone. he looked at you for a moment before sighing, “it’s mila. i told her i’d hang out with her today and completely forgot,” he replied. mila. that was a name that you had heard way too often.

mila and san used to be bestfriends back when they were little. they lived in the same neighborhood and would usually play outside together. they had an amazing bond until mila ended up moving. san was devastated—until he had met you. you had just moved into the neighborhood about 5 years after mila had moved away. you felt like your entire life had been left behind, you were only 17 at the time. you felt that you’d be miserable forever until you interacted with your neighbor, choi san.

you had sighed in disappointment before standing from the couch, “okay san,” you said softly before walking into you guys’ bedroom. he stared at you confused before following you, “what’s wrong? talk to me, y/n.” you looked at him before pouting, “she’s taking up so much of your time. you barely spend any time with me anymore and when you do, you all of a sudden have plans with her.” san looked at you in disbelief. he couldn’t believe that you would feel this way, let alone think that he’d rather spend time with a friend than his girlfriend.

“baby, that’s not the case at all,” he sighed. “oh, it’s not? just go.” you said before turning away from him. he hummed before gripping your chin to look up at him, “i love you y/n. no one will ever be able to take me away from you. do you understand?” he asked. you didn’t respond, and he knew how this routine worked whenever you got jealous. he’d just have to fuck the brattiness out of you.

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“f-fuck sannie!” you moaned out as he thrusted into you slowly. your eyes rolled back each time he slid himself all the way out of you, shoving himself back in roughly. he had his face buried deep into your neck, nibbling onto your soft flesh and letting soft moans escape from his lips. he always filled you up so deliciously, especially when it came to showing how apologetic he was. “fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he whispered into your ear while kissing onto it softly. you gripped onto him with damn near everything you had in you as he pounded your insides viscously.

all of a sudden he pulled out of you, leaving you there with a pouty face before he flipped you onto your stomach with quickness. once more, he shoved himself inside of you without warning, causing you to whimper out loudly. he spanked you before pulling you back by the hair, his chest pressed against your back. “who’s my good girl?” he growled while looking down at you. you didn’t answer. how could you when he was fucking you this good? all of a sudden you felt another harsh slap against your ass. “answer me when i’m talking to you, y/n,” he moaned out. “ahh..m-me, i’m your g-good girl!” you whined out before he began to suck onto your neck as if he was deprived of your skin. he wrapped his hand around your neck, and you wrapped your hand around his wrist.

the sound of you guys’ skin clapping together, his low moans, and your desperate whimpers filled the room. there was no doubt that you guys wouldn’t receive a noise complaint in the morning. but you didn’t care, and san sure as hell didn’t. not when it came to situations like this. he wanted to make sure you knew that you were his one and only—no one else.

“s-sannie, i’m gonna c-cum,” you whimpered out softly before he nodded his head quickly. “me too. let it all out baby,” he whispered before sucking onto the most sensitive part of your neck. your eyes watered before he shoved his fingers down your throat. you savoured the taste of his fingers, moaning softly as he stuck them down far enough for you to gag. he eventually removed his fingers, and looked down at you as he slowed down his pace, reaching deeper inside of you.

you swear you felt his tip brush against his cervix. you both looked down occasionally at the sight of his mushroom tip popping up into your belly. “open your mouth,” he demanded and you did as you were told. he grinned before spitting into your mouth repeatedly, until he was satisfied. “swallow,” he commanded, and you did as you were told once more. he moaned watching how obedient you were, leaning down to pull you into a sloppy kiss. he ran his hand down your stomach, rubbing in soothing circles before trailing them down in between your legs.

your breath hitched at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your clit before you whined out loudly, feeling him slip them in. he continued to pound you from behind, as he thrusted his fingers into you at the same time. you felt a scorching hot sensation at the bottom of your stomach, indicating that you were gonna cum in any moment now. “f-fuckkk, i can’t s-sannie,” you whimpered out trying to pull away from him. no use.

“cum for me baby, show me how good i make you feel,” he moaned into your ear. then there you were. trembling as you came onto his cock. not too long after he followed behind you, spewing his sperm deep into your cunt. you moaned with a satisfied smile, feeling overly filled.

he plopped beside you before pulling you into his embrace, holding onto you tightly. “i love you, y/n. no one will change that. i only want you, no one else.” he spoke lowly before kissing onto your forehead. “i love you more, sannie,” you whispered before shutting your eyes softly.

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[romajuliettesupremacy]

happy valentine’s day to Alisa- I wish you a great day of making fun of couples and listening to crush culture by conan gray

[imnotamarysue]

oh, laudna

matching imogen piece!

[taegularities]

some men are textbook villains fr

[hypn0sssss]

Inspired by @kairithemang0 :)

[hanrinz]

number 9 is now my favorite number

[moregraceful]

accidentally invented a new form of no bedtime called 11pm glass of emergency-c + 4pm latte + 8pm cup of black tea + 9pm cup of black tea

[rootbeerl0ver]

If Lola has thousands fans, Im one of them. If Lola has one fan, Im that fan. (SORRY FOR NOT POSTING I don’t really feel well ☹️ physically and mentally but yeah >w< also ignore the glitches, Capcut was kicking me in the ass)

[bluberimufim]

It's crying about Carmen Bizêtoperacharacter hours, everyone 💃💃