#have to wait for one more hour till i can speed up this is actual torture 😭😭

[clownjail]

tears of themis is so unserious because what do you mean it takes you SEVEN HOURS to build a disk rack 😭😭 ??

[sopiao]

hello :3 i absolutely love all of your ghost works !! hopefully studies are getting better for you pooks.

i can’t stop thinking about taking Ghost out but he’s ran out of masks and all of his cloth ones are in the wash so he’s forced to go out in a stupid silly one in public to get what he needs X3.

manifesting everything gets better pookie ;3 -🍅

MWEHEBHSEBHSE YES.

oml ty ty 😭 what i’m majoring in is just totally swamping me TmT.

ur so sweet ilysm :,,)

BUT YES, Ghost leaving with you in a silly mask

“Shit” Simon speeds through you, exciting the garage and looking through the junk drawer. You lower your cup and turn to him, dropping your book, leaning to the side of your chair to see what he’s looking for.

“What’s up?” You ask, wondering if you could help, he seemed to be in a rush. He just shook his head and muttered something too low to understand. Shrugging as you continued to your book. If he didn’t want help, he didn’t want help, it’ll be worse if you push it.

Simon rushes past you again into the closet, rummaging around, from what you could hear. Eyes focusing on the ink on paper you can hear him growl in frustration.

His hurried and annoyed stomps echo through the house as he walks into the bedroom, then the laundry room. At this point you aren’t even paying attention to your book. Walking back in front of you. Your eyes trail up to meet him, placing your cup down from your lips.

“What?” You tilt your head. Simon’s avoiding your gaze, rubbing the back of his head. You could tell he’s been working on his motorcycle, even without all of the loud noises coming from the garage, the tips of his fingers coated in a light layer of oil.

“Could you.. uhh.. Get me something?” He asks bashfully and hushed, as if he knows that you’ll say no but tries it anyway. You actually did say no whenever he asked this, multiple times. Every time he did you always got the wrong thing.

“No”

“What? Why?” He already knows why.

“You know. Every time I go, I get the wrong thing, then you get mad, then we go back. It’s stupid” He stares at you then looks away defeated, slumping his shoulder as he sighs, in a childish attempt to guilt you.

“Just come with me” You asked, already knowing that he’ll refuse.

“I have no masks” He grunts. You stand up and walk into the bedroom, he follows closely, hoping that there wasn’t one so he wouldn’t have to go out to that shop.

If it weren’t for those people he would have no problem going by himself. Whenever he goes, no matter the time or day, there’s always these loud obnoxious group of men that always over-explain and point out the obvious, even when they’re wrong they’ll just make a joke and pin it on you. Makes everyone uncomfortable and annoyed. Flexing money they don’t have, people they don’t know, etc.

You rummaged deep in a drawer and pulled out a white piece of cloth. No way would Simon wear this but he had no choice. It was a crocheted white balaclava that had sewn bunny ears on the top, it was actually very well crafted, it was from your niece that made it for him for Christmas since he always wore masks.

“No.”

“Yes”

“No.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to wait till tomorrow to get your part. Shop closes in an hour and the wash is finished in 2” You negotiated, not really if it was his only choice. He contemplated between his motorcycle or his dignity would he like to save. Ah shit. He loved that bike more than his dignity. He grumbled annoyed and snatched it from your hand, already making his way to the front.

You chuckled and slipped on your shoes, grabbing the car keys from the counter before following him to the car. He already had on the mask and was in the passenger seat, arms crossed and facing the window away from you.

Entering the car, and making sure he had his seatbelt on, you drove away towards the designated shop with your grumpy passenger princess. No way in hell your gonna let him drive.

“Hurry. I don’t wanna be out here any longer” He grumbled, even when he was upset in an adorable fashion, he still held his hand out for yours, waiting for you to take his hand.

“Lead the way, cotton tail” You tease, walking in together, he beelines towards the nuts and bolts, just wanting to get what he needs and get out of there, no chitchat or pleasantries. Simon rolls his eyes and walks in front of you, immediately looking through the little bins of nuts and bolts. You stand next to him, eyes wandering around the store as your boyfriend collects what he needs.

“Ok. Done. Let’s go” Simon speaks up behind you not even a minute later, obviously hasty to get home and out of this ridiculous(ly cute) mask. It makes you laugh how hasty he is to leave. Usually he would take an extra 20 minutes walking around and looking for things he’ll need for future planned projects.

“Wait. Let’s get paint for the bathroom” You insist, already making your way towards the colorful paint isle, he grumbled, subtly rolls his eyes and follow you before you get lost. For a month, the bathroom’s been torn apart for repairs and renovations, but paint hasn’t been decided yet.

The entire time you looked at the paint cards Simon was fidgeting with his hands, cracking his knuckles and picking at his skin, looking at anyone who looked at him for more than a second. Until, a little boy walked by with his dad, couldn’t be any older than 3. Simon’s height, physique, and overall look is very intimidating. But when that little boy saw him in the bunny mask, he smiled and waved, making Simon’s heart melt.

That was the first time a little kid wasn’t scared of him. That moment gave him instant baby fever, hesitantly waving back at the little boy as he laughed and walked with his father. After that he would wear the bunny balaclava from time to time.

[not-alien-girl-v]

need more 1975 stuff 😭

Long Way Home (Matty Healy)

warning: tw matty healy, road head but not what you think mentions of drinking, probably various horrific grammar mistakes i don’t edit my writing

note: i’m here i’m alive i am writing this after getting back from the gym and in half an hour i will be going for a walk. miss you all wish i was more productive and could write more so you all could talk to me more (i’m a whore for attention). i have a huge crush on a guy i met once and idk what to do about it. anyways enough about me

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:*⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

“i kinda have to pee,” she shifts in her seat, trying not to feel like a child next to him. it’s easy to.

“can you wait till we get home? i don’t want to have to take a shortcut,” his tone is mildly annoyed, perhaps irritated, but in a loving, fond, ‘i spend so much time with you i’m allowed to be sick of all your complaining’ kind of way. it always comes from a place of love with him, even when he doesn’t mean for it to.

“i’ll be fine, i guess. but distract me. please?”

he sighs out of the corner of his mouth, a stray curl flying off the side of his face. it’s slightly outgrown, his hair, and he’s put it up in a man-bun, as she refuses to call it anything but a man-bun, since that’s what it is. either way, the front pieces are falling out and it’s tied up in the back, giving his neck space.

the sun set a few hours ago, and the sky, once golden orange and red from the dear departure of the star has long since forgotten what daylight felt like, and the moon is the new light shining on city below, like a star would.

he grips the steering wheel. he pulls it left, turning onto a new street, a less busy stretch then the one they previously drove down. he speeds up.

“what do you want to talk about?” he sounds smooth, if that’s a way one could sound, or maybe it’s just in her imagination, but his voice sounds like it’s made for this, this exact moment. maybe not the ‘having to pee’ part, no, but the moon, the street, the city.

he’s lost, not figuratively, but literally. he doesn’t know what street he turned onto but it’s not one in his mental map of this city, but he doesn’t share this with her.

“i don’t know. anything. just say stuff to me. i like the sound of your voice.”

she wonders if his internal dialogue is anything similar to hers, if he thinks in the same dialect that she does, if he wonders about how easily the sky forgets the sun each night, how warm the welcoming embrace is every morning when it returns from rest.

she’s sure, however, that his thoughts probably don’t include anything about how good he looks in a t-shirt. it’s the most simple item of clothing a man can own, aside from maybe a pair of blue jeans, yet she looks at him wearing it, the way he wears it, shirt sleeves folded at his biceps, the way the fabric crinkles and folds itself at the bottom, resting on him perfectly like it was set out with perfect care, like he wants her to look at him like she wants to eat him alive.

maybe he does, maybe he does all of this on purpose, maybe he’s more than just a stupid, stupid boy and he knows much more than any boy should about what a girl thinks, maybe he’s practically a girl inside his own head.

maybe he doesn’t even do it for her, maybe he does it for himself, he always does say he’s sexually attracted to himself, maybe he dresses so carefully in order to satisfy his desire to be attractive in his own opinion.

“matty?”

“hm? oh, right, i was supposed to distract you. um, road head?”

she shoots him a glare so hard, laser beams shoot from her eyes, instantly vaporizing him in his spot, or at least that’s what it must feel like.

“kidding, i’m kidding, love.”

“you better be. i did that once, and never again will i. lucky we didn’t get pulled over.”

“you gave road head?”

she scoffs, “don’t sound so surprised.”

“with who?”

“well, it was before i met you- well, actually, it was after we met, but we weren’t together yet, you were just that guy from that gay band at this point. anyway, remember two years ago, that guy owen? yeah, him.”

“oh, fucking owen. of course it was fucking owen,” he whines.

“yep. fucking owen. so he had this old ass car. it was really pretty, maybe if i actually cared about the car i’d be able to remember what kind it was or whatever. it was red, if that matters.”

“it doesn’t. get to the good part.”

“whatever. so we were going down the interstate, right, because why fucking not? and there was some imagine dragons song playing because it was fucking owen, and he turns to me and he’s all like, ‘babe i’m so fucking horny right now.’”

she feels a pride in her storytelling skills when he giggles at it.

“so i look down and you know, he wasn’t kidding. so he basically begs me to give him road head, right-“

“red flag. leave him,” he interrupts.

“i did. so i start going, doing my thing when he starts doing that thing where he pushes the back of my head down. and he’s getting rough, like he’s getting into it, and i just wasn’t prepared for it so i gag a little bit but i’m fine so i keep going but so does he. he’s got a hard grip on my hair and it hurts like a mother fucker but i’m just like ‘whatever it’s fine,’ then all of the sudden-“

“you puked on him?”

“i puked on him.”

he gasps, dramatically, in a fit of giggles, slapping his knee like it’s just the silliest thing he’s heard all day.

“ok, ok, i’m not done though. there’s more.”

“there’s more?”

“there’s more. so obviously he was fucking pissed, right. so pissed that he dumps me! figuratively and literally dumps me on the side of the road, and we had pulled off the interstate at this point, you know, not just on the side of the freeway, but still, it’s like 3am and i’m alone, in a small pool of my own vomit, my hairs a mess and i’m a mess too.”

“wait, this sounds familiar.”

“it should. so get this, i don’t know what to do, if i called my parents i’d never hear the fucking end of it, if i called my sister, she’d laugh so hard over the phone she’d hang up. so you know who the first person i called was?”

“it was me. i remember.”

“yeah, it was you. and you came in like 5 minutes, you were there and you took me to your place, and that was the first time i had ever been to your apartment, poor george was so confused why you left so suddenly in the middle of the night only to come home with a seriously disheveled looking girl,” she recalls.

he adds on, “he hadn’t even met you yet, had he? so you were just a stranger at that point. and i gave you a change of clothes and we played a billion games of mario kart on the xbox until you fell asleep on me.”

“we were both pretty drunk at that point, keep in mind, me more than you because i pregamed in owen’s car.”

he nods and continues his side of the story, “and you probably don’t know what happened after that, do you?” she shakes her head, wondering what part of the narrative she’s been unaware of for so long.

“alright, so i was pretty wasted too, and i wanted to be all gentlemanly and carry you to bed while you slept. i had a huge crush on you at this point, but i’m sure you kind of knew.”

“i didn’t! i didn’t know at all, that’s why i called you, like, if i’m drunk and alone, no offense but i probably wouldn’t have called someone i thought had a thing for me.”

“i understand, but you know i would never do that. anyways, so i’m up off the couch and i’m trying to pick you up bridal style, is that what that’s called? i don’t know. so i’m going to lift you and i can’t fucking do it, i almost drop you every time and i’m trying so hard, i really wanted to be a gentleman for you.”

“that was when you were in your small era, i remember.”

“hey, don’t call it a ‘small era’, that’s stupid, i was just skinny and i hardly went to the gym. also did a lot of drugs at the time, but that’s beside the point, the point is: i couldn’t lift you.”

she’s on the edge of her seat, the urge of having to pee completely off her mind by now. “so what did you do?”

“i- i fuckin made george do it. and he was so pressed, not at you, at me, because he had already gone to bed at that point but i insisted on it, so i made him get up, do this manual labor for free, taking you to my bed and all, then we both shared a smoke out on the fire escape outside my bedroom.”

“you’re right, i had no idea, i assumed you did it. it was actually one of the reasons i was so smitten with you so quickly, because even as friends, you did so many little things like that, things you didn’t have to do. it’s how i fell in love with you.”

“well, how do you feel now, knowing that it was george the whole time?”

“hmm, i guess i have to dump you, get with george now, since he’s been doing the heavy lifting since day one apparently,” they both burst into heavy laughter, tears beading at the corners of their eyes, and before they know it, matty’s taken a thousand turns away from the direction of their shared apartment, but with her, getting lost isn’t all that bad.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:*⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

taglist: @indierockgirrl @itssimpleanditgoeslikethis @milkluvr8 @americanangel

[dragonfly0808]

Sneak Peak

Hey guys! So, since I’m not posting till next Friday, I thought I’d give yall a little sneak peak to build hype for the next chapter.

Also, there might be some more moodboards of the sibling squad friendships in the week

Here’s the very first part of the next chapter!

Roxy was not going to think about it.

Nope. No sir, she was going to put that into a little box, shove it to the corner of her mind and ignore it for a good while.

She knew it couldn’t be the whole story, but she did not have the energy to dig into it. 

Nope. Not doing it.

Instead, Roxy was focusing on packing.

As it turned out, she’d managed to convince her dad to let her go to Solaria for Chimera’s birthday, which meant she had to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything for her very first interdimensional trip.

She had her pj’s, her toothbrush, a change for the following day, comfy shoes and a pillow just in case.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Her dad asked for the hundredth time as he paced just outside her door.

“Yeah, the squad have done this a hundred times.”

“Has Naten? He’ll be the one piloting right?”

“Yeah, he’s done it… a few times on his own. But don’t worry, Alexa will also be there.”

Her dad stopped for a moment, cocking his head, “And Shirley?”

“…yeah her too but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t actually have any experience in piloting.”

Her dad smirked, “Hmm.”

“Anyway, what’s important is that I trust Naten and Alexa and they just got their official piloting license like yesterday-”

“Yesterday?!”

“So it’s fine. They have the training and everything, seriously dad, it’ll be fine.”

Her dad shook his head for a moment, “Alright… if they have their official license I guess it should be fine… even if they’ve only had it for twenty-four hours… just be careful okay? And have fun.”

“You got it dad.”

Roxy all but skipped over to her dad, giving him a big hug, “Wish Chimera a happy birthday on my behalf.”

Half an hour later, Roxy stood in Bloom’s backyard, jaw hanging as she stared at the ship that had just landed.

A smaller version of the Owl, according to Timmy, the ramp lowered and Naten ran down with a huge smile, “I told you I could do a controlled landing by myself!”

Shirley appeared at the top, eyes wide and clutching her stomach, “You call that a controlled landing?!”

Riven nudged Sky, “Still better than the time we landed in Black Mud Swamp.”

Sky chuckled at that, “That was a crash not a landing Riv… man I’d nearly forgotten about that.”

They made quick work of grabbing Roxy’s stuff and showing off the ship while Tecna yelled from the bottom of the ramp to keep to the speed limit and to be careful.

The ramp closed up as Naten wrapped an arm around Roxy, “Alright ladies, let’s get this show on the road! Roxy, this is your seat, right next to the window so you have the best view.” He strolled on to sit at what Roxy could only assume to be the ‘helm’, a control panel filled with buttons and levers before him, “Please remain seated during our flight and maintain idle chatter, gossip is welcome on board, I am your beloved captain Naten, my co-captain is Alexa, we depart now at 9:17. a.m. from the lovely planet Earth, our destination is Solaria and we estimate an arrival time of 12:23 p.m. Thank you for flying with Newbie Pilots, now let’s get going!”

“Wait, you’re sure you can do this?”

“Roxy, I learned how to drive in Zenith, if you can drive there you can drive anywhere.”

Alexa snorted, “You learned to drive a tractor Nate.”

“Oh yee of little faith, we’ll be just fine. Now… for a smooth ascent.”

Roxy’s body suddenly lurched back and Shirley yelped before yelling at Naten.

[justbreakonme]

pls tell me ur gonna do a part 3 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 preferably with sum comfort

Oh dear god, now I have to. But yes, that was the plan. This one is rather long, but 🤷🏻. It’s not quite comfort yet, but almost there. It would be way too long to put everything in one. I’ll hopefully have the actual comfort soon.

Following this:

“Caretaker?”

The nurse looked up from her clipboard, then around the waiting room.

“Yes-yes, that’s me, is everything okay? Are they awake?” Caretaker tripped over both their feet and their words as they stood up.

“Yes,” she softened, lowering her clipboard, “They’re in a good bit of pain right now, but they pulled through. We’re doing all we can to keep them comfortable.”

They nodded, unable to speak.

They’re alive. They’re gonna be okay.

“Would you follow me this way please? There are some things we would need to speak about in private.” She gestures to the door behind her and they nod once more. They were barely hearing her honestly, focused completely on the news that Whumpee had made it.

They stepped behind the door, then along a hallway and into one of many little check in rooms.

She took a seat on the stool by the computer, and moved for them to sit as well.

“So, Caretaker, we’re in a bit of a unique situation. Normally, visiting hours are extremely limited, especially with patients like Whumpee. There’s police involved, as you’re aware, on top of Whumpee being incredibly fragile at the moment.”

“Are you saying that I can’t see them?”

“No, no, not at all,” she raised her hands, palms out, placating, “Quite the opposite.”

“Then why am I in here, and not with them?”

They were so sick of waiting, and it was almost worse knowing they were so close and yet seemingly so far.

“Paperwork. And going over some things that we feel you should know before moving forward.”

What?

“What things?”

“First, you are not family to Whumpee, correct?” She pulled out a form from a thick packet on the counter beside her and clicked her pen.

“Right.”

“On their medical paperwork, you are listed as an emergency contact, but the relationship is not filled in. What relationship do you have to Whumpee?”

Neighbor? Team mate? Friend?

“Friend, I suppose.”

She nods, jotting it down. “Have you been ill within the last 6 weeks, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, fever, anything like that?”

“No, no, nothing. Why does this matter?” They we’re trying to be patient, they really were, but it was getting harder and harder.

Still, she had been nothing but considerate, and continued to be so. “I’m sorry, it’s just standard questions. Whumpee’s immune system is going to be very weak right now, and an infection could be dangerous.”

Their face turned beet red. How stupid could they be? No shit they have to check.

“I’m sorry, I see. I’ve had none of those in the past 6 weeks, I’m good.”

“I understand, you’re worried about them and it’s scary to not know what’s going on. I’m gonna get through this as fast as I can for you. Can I get your address and date of birth?”

Together, they did a kind of “speed round” of questions, filling form after form, till they got to the last one, and there were two piles aside, tagged with sticky notes.

“As you know, this is an ongoing police investigation to find out who did this to Whumpee. This form is an agreement that you will not intentionally hinder or disrupt their investigation, nor will you attempt to tamper with any answers Whumpee may give.”

“So what does that mean?”

“Well, there is an officer standing by, so they can assist with case by case questions, but basically it means not talking about the case, not providing any information, theories, or possibilities that might affect Whumpees testimony.”

“Okay…” they squint, trying to work this out in their mind, “What if they tell me things?”

“That’s fine, in fact, that could be helpful. There will be surveillance in the room for Whumpees safety, and so anything they say can be used to help investigate.”

They sighed. It was an investigation, yes, and they knew this was all for good reason, but still. They wished Whumpee could just be left alone… Let them rest and heal without someone recording or asking them questions.

“Okay, I understand.”

“Thank you,” she brushes some hair out of her face and passes the pen to them, “You’ll just need to sign or initial on the flagged lines, and then we can get you ready to go in.”

26 signatures and 41 sets of initials later, they were done and walking down the hall again to another room.

This one was lined with sinks on one side, and cabinets on the other, with nurses going in and out in various levels of protective suits.

They were handed a pair of scrubs, boot covers, and a cap to change into, then a bag for their old clothes. She pointed to a bathroom door so they could change, and they went.

This was definitely not normal procedure.

They got changed, carefully tying the cap into place, making sure every hair was tucked in, before returning. She helped them put their things into a locker, and then moved to the other wall.

“Now, we’ll wash, twice, with this,” she gestured to an orange pump bottle by the sink, “then use the sanitizer beside it.”

She started washing her hands, and Caretaker joined.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m very grateful, but if this isn’t normal procedure, why am I being allowed to see them?”

She sighed, focusing on her hands. “Well, it’s a bit complicated. Whumpee isn’t eating. Or sleeping, not without sedation. They won’t do anything meaningful to their recovery. But they have asked for you, and so I- The doctor has agreed to try bringing you in to see if that will help ease their mind enough to make progress.”

Asking for me?

“Okay… So we’d better hurry then, right?”

“Right, but not too fast, we still need to get you a mask and gloves and-“ she paused as she was pulling out a pair of gloves, “I’d like to warn you that Whumpee is in a rough place right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re still very fearful, and that combined with being in pain can make people very agitated. They’re at risk of further injuries if they try to run off or stand. They’re currently in medical restraints, just until it’s safe-“

What?!

“You put them in restraints?! What the hell is wrong with you people?!”

“They would have-“

“No wonder their still ‘fearful’ and won’t do anything, what the fuck?!”

They snatched the gloves out of the box and pulled them on, then the mask from her hand.

“Where are they?”

“Caretaker, please, I can’t bring you in until you are calm. I know, I know, and that’s what I- we hoped to avoid by bringing you in. If you’re there, they won’t have a reason to look for you.”

This hospital is run by monsters… Whumpee is rescued just to be tied back down again and poked and prodded?

They took a deep breath, pinching their nose. “If they’re calm, the restraints come off, correct?”

Their voice wobbles with rage but only slightly.

“As soon as possible,” she paused, lowering her voice, “I will argue till I’m blue in the face. I promise.”

They force themselves to relax their shoulders.

She’s not the one in the wrong. She’s trying to help. And I need to see Whumpee right now.

“Okay. I’m calm.”

They wound their way through the hospital, passing room after room, and with every passing door, Caretaker snapped their neck back and forth, trying to catch a glimpse of Whumpee.

Finally, they come to the end of a hallway, to a door guarded by an officer in silver. “Hello officer, Caretaker is here to see Whumpee on Doctors orders.”

She shows the officer her key card and the paperwork, and Caretaker was curtly waved through.

“Just press the call button if you need. I’ll be right there.”

“Thank you,” they sighed, then turned back, “For everything.”

She just smiled sadly with a little shrug, before she seemed to be called back to the nurses station.

And they walked through the door into Whumpees room. Finally.

“Caretaker?”

[pinkierre]

bookshop owner pierre x english teacher charles | piarles drabble for darling @softiecharlie

[She got what was coming to her because she sucks.] 

Pierre chuckles at the comment Charles had scribbled into the margins of the book he had borrowed. 

When Charles asked him for a copy of his favourite book, Pierre was slightly hesitant. They’ve been friends for so long now, and you’d think as a bookshop owner (Pierre) and English teacher (Charles) they’d have exchanged so many books over the years. But for some reason, Pierre’s only read all the things Charles had ever recommended, but it’s never been the other way around.

Until now. 

Charles’ handwriting is messy and barely legible. He’s tried to cram way too many words per line, trying to keep his pen strokes off of the words of the actual story. It’s endearing to Pierre.

He can just see Charles, sitting at his desk at work, a pen between his teeth as he thinks up his commentary on the text he’s reading. 

It’s been a while since Pierre read this particular book, so he was due a reread anyway, and Charles’ comments are making it a whole new experience. 

[That’s cute.] 

Pierre makes mental notes on the things his friend comments on. Maybe it’s dumb, but the commentary is giving him ideas and plans to put into execution when Pierre can finally muster up the courage to tell Charles how he really feels. 

He’s sucked in now. It’s a Friday afternoon and business is slow, so he’s propped up behind the till and nose deep tucked inside of the pages. 

[The MC finally makes the right choice, oh my, I’ve been waiting for this.] 

Pierre has made it two thirds into the book now, starting only this morning. He keeps getting interrupted by clients who want to buy stacks of books, so he’s definitely complaining, but he wants to go back to the story of one of his favourite books, narrated by his favourite human. Though each happy customer brings a smile to his face. [This is how I feel about you, Pierre.]

His hearts skips a beat as he lets the words sink in. His finger frantically goes back through the line of words that precede the narration. 

“It’s as if everything falls into place whenever I see his face.” 

Pierre feels his body temperature rise what feels like a million degrees. Could it be…? No, no, it couldn’t… Charles couldn’t possibly feel the same… 

Or maybe he does. Maybe, with the direction their friendship has taken over the past few months. It wasn’t only Pierre who made the hugs longer, the hands linger and the eyes locked on each other. It is a two-way street as they say.

With a heart rate of well over 160bpm he reads on. The notes becoming more and more like full-on declarations of love. 

It’s been a while since Pierre has managed to burn through a book at this speed. The store should’ve closed two hours ago, but he hasn’t even gotten up to change the sign in the door. Thankfully, no one’s come in to disturb him. 

He turns to the last page and his breath hitches once again. 

[I love you x]

It’s at that moment that he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. He fishes it out and is greeted by a picture of Charles smiling up at him. He feels his face morph into a smirk as he answers the call. 

“Hey, I’ve just finished the book. Want to grab dinner?” 

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Daisy, my love. Can you believe it? I finally wrote your amazing prompt into a drabble. I would've loved to expand on this I just didn't have the timeframe for it unfortunately. But I definitely wanted to write you something for your birthday, so here it is! Happy birthday, darling! I wish you the bestest day! I have said it before, but you really are amazing, both as a person and as an artist. Your writing, whether poems or stories is absolutely amazing. I love you!!!!!

[leonisdumbasallhell]

Do you have tips for s+?

Sure! Now, I haven't done Professional yet, (I can add more tips once I do) but I've done S+ on assisted through hardcore with about 20-30 min to spare on each. This is for ppl like me who are generally bad at games, I have bad aim and rely mostly on luck and vibes, but these tips should help anyone

get Ashley's armor and the Chicago Sweeper, these are essential. All you gotta do to get em is S or A rank professional, which is SUPER easy on ng+. I did it in literally less than 4 hours on my first try lmao. if you don't have it already, get the infinite rocket launcher and just run through Professional with that, it'll unlock every reward under A rank.

2. use and abuse rewards and effect items you've gotten in ur playthrough. I've been using the deer antlers and gas mask the most, but I'll be using the chicken hat a lot now that I have it lmao. Tho the deer antlers make the krauser fight faster, and the gas mask makes the minecart section easier, so I'll probably switch those out to use.

3. Skips are your friend. There's several skips that save So much time, most of them have to do with grenades. You can skip: The gallery fight(flashbang or hand grenade), the moon/sun door puzzle in the battlements(Hand grenade), the crane fight(2 heavy grenades), and the anti aircraft turret bit(2 heavy grenades.) You can also skip getting the canon up at the gate, but if you're getting the medallions, you have to jump down there anyway. Some of the skips can be kind of tricky, so don't be afraid to reload if u fuck up. I also REALLY recommend using the golden egg on the Salazar fight, it speeds it up A Lot, and running back to get it only takes abt 2 min of extra time. Tho this part can also be very finicky because Salazar is actually a surprisingly small target, he moves fast, and I have bad aim. (I've repeatedly had to reload because I miss the fuckin egg throw)

4. Get as many spinels as possible. The merchant quests I finish are all the medallions up to the castle gate, the golden egg, the lunker bass, pest control 1, and the viper one. If you do these, you should have enough spinel for an exclusive upgrade ticket before the water room, which is when things actually become easier.

5. The hardest part of the game is the villa fight w luis. It sucks, it's a mess, but it gets better after u get through it, trust me. My method is to board the left window, cover the middle window, and then throw a hand grenade out the right window as soon as they break it. This should also blow up a red barrel, but if it doesn't try to hit that too, cause it'll clear that area out and give you a few moments of relative calm. then take a defensive position at the stairs. As soon as there's enough boards to cover the windows, I do that, then run upstairs into the lil alcove and just park myself there, kicking down the ladder and waiting till the Brute shows up. After that, you just kinda play tag by running up and down stairs & ladder while the brute chases u till the cut scene triggers. You can speed it up by killing the brute, but it's hard and not worth the risk. Even doing this, on my hardcore run, I died like 20 times trying to get through, and would have died last time if the cutscene hadn't triggered exactly when it did. not looking forward to it on professional :')

5. Most of the time you can just ignore ashley if you have the armor and she'll either teleport to you or sort herself out, but there are a few areas where you do actually have to make sure she's with you or you'll get a game over. Specifically any time she holds a door for you, you do have to actually go get her (that one room on the island and then the maze) Also in a pinch??? You can lowkey use her as a shield and sometimes it stuns enemies when they hit her ahjkhdjksh,

6. Some guides say to only buy one rocket launcher for the Saddler fight, but I buy two; one for Saddler and one for Krauser. For the early parts of krauser encounters, put the deer antlers on and just be wildly aggressive, it'll go quicker. Then once he's mutated, blow him up, it's so much easier and I hate his fight ajkhshdjk. If you know where the treasure is(I have several of them memorized, but if u need to spare a few spinel for the maps thats ok, or just look up treasure locations online) and you have the deluxe treasure map, you should get enough coin to get both on top of upgrading your weapons. If you don't have enough money by the time u get to saddler, sell ur other guns and literally anything else in ur inventory to get it. You can speed up the second stage before ada sends u the rocket launcher by shooting him, but having the rocket launcher to start is worth a few extra seconds

7. If you have the infinite handcanon, sell it, it's not as useful as the chicago sweeper. The only guns I use in S+ runs is the chicago sweeper, the base handgun, the base shotgun, and the stingray. I don't buy the stingray till I get to the island tho, and I sell the shotgun at that point since I have infinite ammo on the sweeper.

8. Don't rely on autosaves, I've noticed that sometimes when you reload an auto save from death it'll add the time up to your death to your timer. It does this if you hit continue as well, so I just reload my save. If it's close to the end and you've got extra time and don't want to redo anything, go for it, but otherwise, just use your manual saves.

9. If you have the deluxe treasure map, it's worth it to gather the silver and gold tokens to use in the shooting range. You don't always get anything useful, but there is a chance you'll get something good. the only good one thus far that I've gotten is Leon w/ Rocket launcher, but other good ones would be leon w/handgun, any health item boosts, any damage boosts, ada, luis, the merchant, and the striker. Otherwise or if you personally don't find them useful, sell them, it's free money & u'll need it.

10. Take it easy, but take it. There's some sections I take my time through, but there's others I just bullrush, esp once I have the sweeper. I kinda just run n gun and try not to be too tepid. Sometimes being Brash IS the answer. Worst that happens is I have to reload a save.

Bullet round

If the merchant has first aid spray, get it, it's worth the coin, esp if you play as brash as I do

If you're bad at memorizing things, look up the answers to puzzles/item locations online & have em ready, specifically the power terminal puzzles.

In the first village fight, just run circles till it ends and try to grab any items you can as you run. Literally don't shoot unless you have to, it slows you down

In the farm area, you can shoot the lock through the window so you don't have to go up through the top

When you flashbang or otherwise have the option, ALWAYS use the knife attack instead of melee, it's an insta kill vs melee which is not.

Speaking of, You also don't need to be sneaking to do a knife kill, you just have to be behind them or even just Slightly To The Side lmao, so you can do it just wherever if you maneuver correctly

Ashley's section is so fucking easy w the armor, literally don't even worry about it, just skip most of it by activating the clock and have a fun lil jog

In the verdugo fight, when he first apears, hit him w the first nitrogen blast and shoot the fuck out of him, he'll leave you alone to open the door. Then just run around till the elevators done

You can sneak past the regenoradors after the mike section, just use your bioscope to see which bags they're in and avoid them, they won't trigger.

no matter how careful you are, the dynamite boys will free the other regenoradors in the specemin lab while ur waiting for the card to load, just fuckin run around till it's done and book it outta there.

I also reccomend looking up guides online, most of this info either comes from guides or my own personal experimentation, other ppl are your resources.

Ur gonna suffer, just accept it.

Hope this helps!! I'm gonna do my Professioal S+ run over the course of the week (Or try to) so wish me luck!!!

[hehates]

TO  THE  EDGE  ,  TILL  WE  ALL  GET  OFF  .  I  WILL  TAKE  YOU  AWAY  WITH  ME  .�� .  .  ONCE  AND  FOR  ALL  .  TIME  WILL  SEE  US  REALIGN  ,  DIAMONDS  REIGN  ACROSS  THE  SKY  ,  SHOWER  ME  INTO  THE  SAME  REALM  .  CALCULATE,  I'LL  EMBRACE  ,  HOLD  ON    .  (  COME  WITH  ME  NOW  )  .  RIGHT  AWAY  ,  OUTER  SPACE  WITH  ME  .  .  .  ONCE  AND  FOR  ALL  .  

poom  phuripan  sapsangsawat  ,    twenty-seven  ,    gender  non-conforming  ,    he  +  they      𐫱     ›   hey  ,  isn’t  that  rafayel  “  raf  ”  chariya  amarin  ?  i’ve  heard  that  they’ve  lived  in  bearhold  for  his  whole  life  .  rumor  has  it  that  they  can  be  rather  temperamental  and  impatient  ,  but  hey  ,  that’s  just  in  their  nature  as  a  nephilim.  they  totally  make  up  for  it  by  being  creative  and  hardworking  .  if  you’re  looking  for  them  ,  you  can  probably  find  them  at  their  work  as  a  barista  at  great  bear  library  .

" COME  RIGHT  AWAY  WITH  ME  .  COME  ON  ,  YOU'LL  SEE  .  ONCE  AND  FOR  ALL  .  .  .   "

BASICS

full name ◦ rafayel  chariya  amarin . nicknames ◦ raf , strictly . ( NEVER call him rafayel , you might get punched ) . date of birth ◦ march 3rd . zodiac ◦ the world's most bratty pisces . age ◦ twenty - seven . gender ◦ gender non - conforming . pronouns ◦ he + they . sexuality ◦ somewhere in the ace umbrella ( sex positive ) . occupation ◦ barista at great bear library and amateur boxer . residence ◦ in his father's demon castle where they have servants and drink wine from skulls and — a delinquent hangout / apartment with his delinquent roommate .

PHSYICAL APPERANCE

height ◦ 5 ' 10 " / 177.8 cm hair color ◦ jet black . eye color ◦ dark brown . tattoos ◦ none .

KNOWN ABILITIES

WEATHER CONTROL ◦ his ability to control the elements manifests in the form of controlling aspects of the weather , electricity generation being one ability that he's able to access at will . as is the case with all of his abilities as a nephilim , he doesn't have the most control . in fact , their emotions are what rule their proficiency with their temperament often causing changes in the weather against his will .

TELEPORTATION ◦ teleportation , with some control of where and when it happens , but with the quirk that it's also randomly triggered when he sneezes .

SUPER STRENGTH AND SPEED ◦ he's not as strong or fast as a full angel or demon . it actually works in him walking a little faster and being able to carry a bit more than the average person should . trust that those groceries are all going up in ONE trip .

& lower proficiency with the other abilities nephilim are known to have .

INTROSPECTION

death / death mention tw . you  call  him  dad  for  the  first  time  today  as  you’re  leaving  his  place  .  back  to  him  ,  hand  raised  and  giving  a  single  wave  next  to  you  tilted  head  .  he's  ranting  at  you  in  a  voice  that's  more  exasperated  than  the  usual  stern  and  you're  trying  your  best  to  tune  him  out  .  so  many  figures  have  come  and  gone  from  your  life  that  you  made  a  point  to  always  toss  out  a  goodbye  ,  even  when  you  storm  out  ,  not  knowing  if  this  would  be  the  last  time  that  you’d  see  them  .  this  time  ,  you  find  yourself  hoping  to  have  the  stubborn  old  demon  there  waiting  up  for  you  when  you  stroll  back  in  in  the  late  hours  .  

“  yeah  ,  yeah  ,  later  ,  dad  .  “  it’s  not  an  accident  nor  is  it  misspoken  ,  no  ,  you’ve  been  sure  of  it  for  some  time  now  .  to  finally  hear  it  out  loud  now  ,  it  embarrasses  you  in  how  sensitive  it  makes  you  feel  .  you  don’t  remember  the  first  few  parental  figures  he  left  you  with  ,  but  you  do  still  think  about  the  old  witch  that  you  spent  most  of  your  childhood  with  .  how  ,  even  with  her  kind  eyes  and  soft  hands  ,  she  ,  too  ,  eventually  lost  her  patience  with  you  .  you  were  a  problem  child  ,  an  omen  ,  demon  child  and  everything  else  that  stirred  up  enough  spite  from  the  dust  of  your  broken  heart  to  conjure  lightning  to  strike  into  flame  .  rain  fell  as  you  cried  that  morning  to  extinguish  the  stubborn  fires  she  had  flung  you  out  of  as  if  to  apologize  for  her  cruel  words  ,  but  it  doesn’t  mend  your  heart  .  you  are  still  all  of  those  things  that  she  said  ,  even  if  she  still  deemed  you  worth  saving  .

age  nine  and  orphaned  with  nothing  but  rubble  at  your  feet  ,  the  footsteps  of  the  familiar  demon  sort  through  soot  and  ash  to  get  to  you  .  he  doesn’t  keep  you  then  ,  instead  you  find  yourself  with  a  new  witch  in  a  new  home  .  another  kind  lady  with  kind  hands  .  another  loss  of  patience  when  your  problems  seem  to  rear  their  ugly  head  again  .  your  heart  heats  with  rage  and  then  numbs  .  the  demon  returns  again  .  you’re  twelve  now  and  you  tell  him  ,  with  tears  swelling  at  the  corner  of  your  sharp  eyes  ,  that  you  really  fucking  hate  witches  .  

at  fifteen  ,  you’re  sure  that  you’re  cursed  ,  an  omen  just  like  all  of  the  witches  of  your  past  have  shouted  before  their  demise  .  that  demon  ,  the  only  person  in  your  life  to  emerge  from  flame  instead  of  perish  in  it  ,  puts  you  with  another  witch  ,  ignoring  your  tantrum  .  this  time  ,  you  don’t  wait  for  it  to  all  end  in  ash  .  you  run  away  at  seventeen  ,  finding  yourself  at  the  crossroads  —  finding  him  instead  of  him  finding  you  .  

later  ,  dad  .  you  threw  it  behind  you  like  a  grenade  and  took  off  running  before  you  could  hear  any  protest  or  indifference,  which  would  somehow  be  worse  .  ten  years  had passed  and  not  without  their  challenges  ,  but  you  learned  a  lot  from  the  demon  with  tired  eyes  .  your  heart  has  mended  into  something  stubbornly  strong  and  you  dare  not  say  that  it’s  from  love  .  just  the  thought  makes  you  roll  your  eyes  .  in  the  middle  of  your  dash  you  slow  your  pace  to  spin  on  your  heels  and  cup  your  hands  around  your  mouth  .  “  don’t  fucking  die  while  i’m  gone  ,  old  man  !  “  you  shout  back  with  a  half  smile.  

don’t  give  up  on  me  .

HEADCANONS

he's a bit of a bad omen , bad things just seem to happen to the people around them .

is very bratty , 90s anime delinquent coded . main character inspirations are yusuke urameshi from yu yu hakusho , inuyasha and josuke joestar from jjba .

his love languages are physical touch and bitching .

is actually really hardworking and good at his job even though he claims to hate it .

got into boxing around age seventeen with a amateur debut at twenty - one . is undefeated , currently , in competition .

[knox6277]

People do not understand how stressful being without a car in America is.

I CAN walk in the city I'm in but it's the first in four places. None of the others were walkable.

The second have public transit but it only runs till like 5. The busses are really run down too. The bus drivers are always angry.

I've asked why the time is only till 5 and they tell me their underfunded.

Most of the time I get stuck on evening shift because I'm young. I've told them I prefer mornings. But to sustain myself (get hours I can actually work I'm too autistic to keep up with a 2nd job), I have to take whatever they give me. Which is a crazy never the same schedule.

I am lucky enough to be able to get an Uber but that has its own hassles. Whenever therrs an event it can spike up to $50-100. I was shocked too. Yes i am telling the truth. You can get a meber ship but it's trash. You unfortually have to wait 15-30 minutes as well. Uber is terrible to their drivers.

Why not just walking/biking?

I did it all last year:

It's fucking hot.

It's dangerous.

People honk, bark, say slurs to me, or just anything to antogonise me because they think I'm homeless.

Which is FUCKED UP btw! Leave them alone!

People have swerved near me back off last minute. Wait. Then swerve into me again. When I'm on THE SIDEWALK.

I HATE crossing the street because people will speed up to try to hit me then stop. Because this is peak comedy to watch my have a PTSD/autism meltdown in the middle of the street. I am white and look male. Screaming and swearing the middle of the street is a bad idea. Or anywhere for that matter.

Also having a car isn't much better:

When I had one; hearing literally anything go wrong i would spiral. All of the mechanics are booked for months. Doing repairs is time I just didn't have. And my landlord would threaten you with eviction if you did anything more than a battery change. Because they didn't want "junk cars" which is...I don't know.

They are expensive piles carbon emissions and slave labor. I hate these mechanical beasts. I hate how this society is shaped around them.

The distance between my house and my work is a little less than four miles. I shouldn't be practically tearing my hair out just to go to my stupid job and come home again.

I KNOW OTHERS HAVE IT WORSE THAN ME. IM STILL FUCKING FED UP.

[wil-is-done]

When You’re A Mystery Kid - Chapter 3: The Part Where I Come In

Summary: The Kids encounter their most enigmatic... adversary(?) yet.

Word Count: 3.764

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IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a repost.

Disclaimer: I only own the story and my OCs

“Psycho One, this is Alpha Blue, do you copy? Over.” Coraline spoke to the earpiece.

“Loud and clear, Alpha Blue. Over.” A male voice replied through the earpiece. 

“Do you have eyes on the target? Over.” Coraline asked.

“Negative. No visual sight or mental sight. Over.” the voice replied.

Coraline groaned. “Can you two actually do this? It’s been over an hour.”

“Hey, this thing is not easy, y’know.” A different voice spoke through the earpiece, a female one this time. “We only have a one second psychic lock on this guy’s brainwave. Even the best psi-trackers needs at least four seconds to get a proper lock.”

“Easy there, Psycho Two.” the male voice spoke. “Point is, we’re working with what we have, which is not much.”

Coraline sighed. “Fine. Status update in fifteen minutes. Radio silence till then. Over.”

“Will do, Alpha Blue. Psycho One, out.” the male voice said before going silent.

“Psycho Two, out.” the female voice mimicked, before going silent as well.

Disappointed, Coraline walked back to the center of the forest clearing, where the rest of her friends have gathered. One of her friends, a dark-skinned hunchbacked boy, noticed her approaching.

“Anything?” the boy asked.

“Nah, psycho couple hasn’t found anything.” Coraline replied, putting her hands on her hips. She sighed. “The tension is killing me.”

“Tell me about it.” Another one of her friends, a boy with his signature pine tree hat, scoffed. “Breaking our surveillance cams, leaving creepy notes in our lockers, tampering with our hunting equipments; this guy, if it is a guy, is practically messing with us.”

“We’ve never had this much problem with any supernatural creatures before.” a boy, whose hair seems to defy gravity, spoke. “This guy is aware that we’re here and we’re looking for him, and I think he’s mocking us for it.”

“Wybie, you sure that trap’s gonna work?” Coraline asked, looking doubtful.

“Of course, I just triple-checked it.” Wybie replied, growing irritated. “There is no way I’m going to let that guy get away after what he did to my bike.”

“Just making sure. Your gadgets have a tendency to blow up at the worst possible moment.” Coraline teased, snickering.

Wybie showed a dead-serious look. “Trust me, this will work.”

“So,” Dipper spoke, “looks like another round of suspenseful waiting for us, huh?” Reluctantly, Coraline nodded.

Fortunately for them, the wait only lasted for five minutes. A voice screamed through the intercom, surprising them all. ”Target is on the move! I repeat, target is heading to the trap! Get to your positions, this guy is crazy fast!”

For a second, they simply looked around frantically, momentarily forgetting what they are supposed to do. A second later, it all comes back to them, and they hurriedly moved to their positions. They dived to the bushes, Wybie carrying the trigger for the trap. 

A few tense minutes passed, with the Kids almost breathlessly crouching under the bushes, anxiously waiting for their target to appear. Their eyes scanned the edges of the clearing, looking for any sign of him. A rustle in the bushes caught their attention, their breaths caught in their throats. A figure shot out of the bushes, dashing through the clearing at an unbelievable speed. 

Reacting quickly, Wybie pressed the trigger, activating the trap. A set of steel bars rose from the ground right in the figure’s path. Caught by surprise, the figure didn’t react quick enough to avoid the bars, crashing straight at it. Another set of steel bars rose behind the figure, surprising the figure again. Two more set of steel bars rose on the figure’s left and right, blocking all of his escape route. Lastly, a steel plate dropped from the treetops, effectively trapping him in a cage.

Seeing his trap worked, Wybie let out an overjoyed smile. “Yes!” he exclaimed, jumping out of his hiding spot. Grinning, Wybie began approaching the caged figure. 

One by one, the Kids emerged from the bushes and approached the figure, a mixture of satisfaction, curiosity, pride and relief inside them. Raz and Lili emerged from the forest, relief washing over them once they saw the figure trapped in the cage.

“Good to know all that planning didn’t go into waste.” Raz said, stepping closer to the cage.

“Not to mention the coffee and sleepless nights.” Lili added, following her boyfriend.

The Mystery Kids closed in on the cage, getting a good look on the figure for the very first time. Frankly, they didn’t quite expect the figure’s appearance. Like they expected, the figure is male, but what they didn’t expect is that the figure is just a teenager, looking maybe only eighteen years old. He’s wearing a hooded jacket zipped halfway up colored black and white, completely black on the right half and completely white on the left half. Underneath, he’s wearing a plain white shirt. He’s wearing grey jeans reaching all the way down to his ankle and black sneakers. All of his clothes look worn, with various cuts, tears, and stains adorning it. A hood covers most of his face, with only his nose and mouth visible. 

However, the most unexpected thing about the teen is his reaction. He didn’t show any sign of alarm or panic at all. Instead, he simply tucked his hands inside his jacket’s pocket and wore an almost mocking smile. That gesture, although simple, is enough to unnerve the Kids with its calmness.

Coraline, not one to be intimated easily, took a step forward and wore a mocking smile of her own. “Impressed?” she mocked.

The teen took a glance at the blue haired girl. He chuckled lightly, “A little bit, I admit.”

The Kids warily eyed him as he walked around his cage, inspecting the bars imprisoning him. “Although, I guess it was partly my fault too.” He spoke, tapping the steel bars, “Raz going on a blasting frenzy is normal, but I should’ve figured something was up when Lili joined in.”

The Mystery Kids stared at the teen in shock. Everyone, even Coraline, took a collective step back. 

“H-How did you know our names?” Lili asked, holding Raz’s hand. 

The hooded teen turned to face the psychic couple, an unnervingly calm smile on his face. “That’s private, Agent Lilianna Zanotto. You, Razputin, and all the other Psychonauts out there should learn a thing or two about that.”

Gritting his teeth, Raz put himself between the teen and Lili. “Answer her,” he threatened, pointing a hand glowing with psychic energy, “how did you know our names?”

The teen simply grinned, and a very annoying one at that. “Gee, you’re more of a hothead than usual today, Aquato. You should cool off at the pool sometimes.”

Although taken aback for a second, Raz quickly shot him an intense glare, his hand glowing brighter. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” He threatened.

“What? A little dip never hurts anyone.” the teen raised his hands innocently, but the ever-present mocking smile on his face made it clear that the gesture is false.

Furious, Raz prepared his most powerful psi-blast. “Raz!” Coraline scolded, knocking the psychic out of his rage. Slowly, he lowered his hand, glaring at the teen the entire time. 

With the situation diffused somewhat, Coraline turned her attention back to the teen. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t tell us now.” She spoke, her tone threatening. “You’ll tell us eventually. You’re not going anywhere till you do.”

“Correction; you think I’m not going anywhere.” The teen smiled.

“Oh, really?” Coraline asked, a brow raised. She knew it was just a bluff. Thanks to Raz and Lili’s Psychonaut connections, the metal used for the cage is the same one used for a tank. Even a Manotaur would have trouble breaking out of that cage.

The teen chuckled. “Doll face, if you think catching me is going to be that easy,” he raised his right hand, “think again.”

A finger snap echoed through the silent forest. In an instant, the smug look Coraline wore turned into a dumbfounded one. She whipped her head around, trying to understand exactly what just happened. 

“I guess it’s a bit snug,” the teen spoke from the spot she once stood, “but you should blame Wybie for that.”

Coraline and the others couldn’t believe what just happened. Heck, they are not even sure exactly what just happened. Somehow, they are all stuffed inside the cage, while the teen stood outside the cage, hands in his pocket and a mischievous smile on his features. The teen just turned the tables on the situation in a literal blink of an eye. 

“What the-“ Coraline mouthed, holding the bars in disbelief. The others have a similar reaction, whipping their heads around in panic, staring at the bars with a look of utter bewilderment. Meanwhile, the hooded teenager silently observed their confusion with an amused smile.

“Having fun in there?” he mocked, circling the cage. Meanwhile, the Kids have calmed down a little, though they are by no means less confused. They all stood on the cage’s edge, warily watching the teen as he circled the cage. Even if his eyes are covered by his hood, the Kids can feel it giving them a condescending gaze. 

He stopped in front of Raz, who is giving him a hateful glare. He showed a sinister smile, “Heard most of your family went for a swim.”

That was it. That was Raz’s line, and that annoying smug-face just crossed it. He pulled a hand back, glowing with psychic energy. Quickly, the teen snapped his fingers. Raz’s fist collided with the steel bars, resulting in a loud clang. The psychic recoiled back, clutching his fist in pain. 

“Wha- How…?” he said almost inaudibly, staring at his fist dumbfounded. The orange glow surrounding it is gone, and no matter how hard he tried, he can’t bring it back. He, along with the others, stared at the teen in horror. The seemingly ordinary teenager just disabled his psychic powers, all with just a snap of his fingers.

The teen answered their horrified looks with a chilling grin.

Dipper, who is standing right next to Raz, stared back and forth between the psychic and the teen. “What did you do to him?” he asked, concerned. 

The teen turned his attention towards Dipper. He took a step closer towards the twelve year old, that chilling expression still present. Although unnerved, Dipper stood his ground. “I said, what did you do to him?” he asked again.

After a silence that seems to last for hours, the teen removed the chilling look, going back to a calm smile, much to Dipper’s relief. However, that relief is not going to last long. “A curious one aren’t you, pine tree?”

Dipper’s eyes widened. “What did you just call me?”

The teen didn’t answer. Instead, he took a step back, chuckling all the while. “You should keep that curiosity of yours on a leash, Dipper.” He took a glance over Dipper’s shoulder, “I spy with my little eye, a bright star in the sky, and if there’s untamed curiosity in your eye, the star in the sky might just die.”

Dipper followed the teenager’s gaze and, to his horror, spotted his twin sister. Mabel looked at his brother, looking as horrified as he is. Dipper turned back to the teen, anger and determination in his eyes. “Over my dead body.” he snarled, putting himself between Mabel and the teen. 

The teen laughed heartily. “Now, that is just adorable, don’t you guys think?” 

None of them reacted. The Mystery Kids still has a wary eye on him, while Dipper maintained his glare. “Well, you guys are no fun.” the teen grumbled, his face showing a childish pout.

“Anyways, a bit of advice to you, kid.” the teen spoke, continuing his circle, “Don’t make deals with devils.”

Dipper stared at the teen as he continued circling the cage, unnerved by his ‘advice’. More unnervingly, as he went through a list of devilish creatures in his head, one in particular stood out as someone that would try and make a deal. Dipper is not fond of that probability at all.

The teen continued circling the cage, the Kids feeling the gaze of his covered eyes. As he passed Mabel, he flashed her a grin, “Don’t flicker out just yet.”

Mabel backed away from the teen, holding on to her twin brother for comfort. A low chuckle escaped the teen at the sight.

Minutes passed in an intense silence after that, the only sound coming from the teen’s footsteps. Several minutes later, he came to an abrupt stop. The chilling grin returned to his features, somehow more unnerving than the last one.

Norman gulped, feeling that the grin is meant for him. Aggie and Neil hid behind him, peeking over Norman’s shoulders with a wary gaze. 

“So, ghost boy,” the teen started, stepping closer to the cage, “I’m honestly curious, what’s it like to see dead people?” 

A shiver went down the medium’s spine. The hooded teen somehow knew that too. “Y-You… knew?!” 

“Aw, c’mon Norman. At this point, you shouldn’t be surprised anymore.” The teen grinned. Norman warily backs away from the teen as he grows closer.

“Now, while your buddies might know that you can see ghosts,” he spoke, sticking his head through the metal bars. What he said next is a whisper, just loud enough for Norman to hear, “You and I both know what you are really capable of.”

Norman paled, a look of pure horror on his face. He tried to get as far away as possible from the grinning teen, only to be stopped by the metal bars of the cage. Not able to back away any further, Norman trembled at the teen’s disturbing grin. He let himself fall to the ground, his feet growing too weak to support himself. He put his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around it, shaking and shivering with a terrified look on his face.

The Kids are equally disturbed by this. To see Norman, of all people, to suddenly have a mental breakdown with just a few words puts the hooded teen in a new, terrifying light. Nevertheless, Aggie and Neil came to Norman’s side, trying to comfort their friend.

“A-Are you okay, Norman?” Aggie asked. The boy didn’t respond, the terrified look still on his face.

“What did you say to him?” Neil asked, turning to face the teen. To his surprise, the grin on the teen’s features turned into a disgusted scowl.

“Blegh, the load.” he spat, “I’m not gonna waste my time talking to you.” 

Neil rose to his feet, clearly insulted by the statement, “I’m not-“

“Shut it, flesh pile.” the teen interrupted, pointing a threatening finger at Neil. After seeing what he can do so far, Neil kept his mouth clenched shut. 

The teen shifted his focus to the girl kneeling next to Norman. “Now that is someone that I can talk to.” he said, catching the girl’s attention. 

Aggie whipped her head at the teen, a fierce glare on her face. “Stay away.” she threatened.

“The oh-so-innocent li’l Agatha Prenderghast.” the teen said, replying Aggie’s glare with a calm smile. However, the smile slowly shifted into a somewhat disappointed look. “You are so selfish, aren’t you?” 

“S-Selfish?” Aggie spoke, confused, “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you know? She misses you.” he answered, smiling somewhat solemnly. 

“She misses me? Who misses-“ Aggie stopped, her eyes widening in realization. She left Norman’s side, scrambling frantically towards the teen. “Mom?!” she shrieked, “You know my mom?!” 

The teen didn’t answer. Instead, he backed away from the cage, his smile turning into a mischievous one. “Please, how is she? Is she okay? How did you know her?” Aggie asked, her eyes pleading for an answer.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself? All you need is a piece of rope and a tall tree.” the teen replied, grinning.  Aggie took a step back in horror, her hands subconsciously reaching for her neck. 

Seeing her reaction, the teen broke down laughing. “Man, you guys are WAY to fun!!” he exclaimed cheerfully, earning disturbed looks from the Kids. “I can do this, literally, all day long!” 

“Well, we’re not planning to be the plaything of a psycho hoodie for the rest of the day.” Coraline said, her teeth gritted. 

“Me, a psycho?” the teen gasped, dramatically putting a hand to his chest in an obvious mock-shock. “I’m hurt, Jonesy.”

“Trust me, there’s some actual hurt reserved just for you when we get out of here.” the blue-haired girl threatened.

“Out of a cage made from tank steel?” the teen chuckled. “Yeah, I don’t think so.” 

“Look, just what do you want with us?” Wybie asked, growing frustrated.

“Oh, I don’t want anything.” the teen said, “You Kids got a pretty interesting story going on so far. This is just the part where I come in.” 

“Matter of fact,” the teen continued, “I might have some very useful heads-up for you, Kids.”

“About what?” Coraline said, understandably skeptical of the idea.

“About how your story is gonna go down, duh.” he spoke nonchalantly. 

“What do you know about that?” Dipper asked, a skeptical look on his face.

“Oh, a lot.” the teen flashed a wicked smile, “Trust me, things are getting crazy-trippy in this story of yours.”

 “Why should we trust you? You’re just a guy that locked us up in this cage… somehow.” Dipper pointed out.

“Good point there, Dipper.” the teen chuckled lowly. “And honestly, I got nothing.”

“There is absolutely no reason why you should trust me, and there is nothing I can do to make you believe in what I say.” the teen’s smile grew a tad bigger, “But just because you don’t believe in it, doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

“And why should we trust that too?” Dipper spat, giving him a skeptical glare. 

In response, the teen chuckled, “You’re clever all the way, kiddo.” 

“Welp, I’m afraid that’s all the screen time I get for this chapter.” the teen stated, staring at an imaginary watch on his wrist. He turned away from the Kids, walking away into the woods, saying, “Looking forward to see you Kids again in the future.”

The Kids watched as the hooded teenager walked away from them, a silent relief building up inside them as the teen grew farther. 

Almost all of them.

“Wait!” a voice called out, stopping the teenager. The Kids whipped their heads at the source of the voice. The twelve year old boy stood in the center of the cage, wearing a dead-curious look on his face.

“Who are you?” Dipper asked, narrowing his eyes at the teen.

The teen smiled, though it’s not visible to the Kids. “Name’s Vale.” he answered, not bothering to look back. “You Kids better get used to this guy. You’ll be seeing a lot more of this psycho hoodie.”

The teenager, now known as Vale, continued his walk. He disappeared into the forest, his departure as abrupt as his arrival. Moments passed in silence, each of the Kids fixed on the spot where Vale left their line of sight. A sudden finger snap echoed through the silent forest, startling them. What’s even more startling is that the cage surrounding them disappeared in a blink of an eye. The Kids whipped their heads around; grateful that they are freed, but confused on how Vale made the cage simply vanish into thin air. 

Once the confusion died down, the Kids checked up on each other after the encounter. 

Much to his and Lili’s relief, Raz managed to return the orange glow back to his hands. “Oh, thank god…” he said, chuckling in relief. 

Wybie checked the ground where the cage is deployed, finding that the equipment used to deploy the bars somehow looks like it has never been activated. “How the heck…” he spoke, baffled. 

Aggie returned to Norman, who is still curled up on the ground. “Norman, are you-“

“I’m fine.” the spiky-haired boy replied, far too quickly for it to be true. He shot a glance at the spot where Vale disappeared, his expression being a mix of terror and curiosity. “I’m fine…”

“Vale…” Coraline muttered, the only one to keep her gaze fixed all this time on the spot where he left. “Who is that guy?” 

“Forget that,” Dipper spoke, positioning himself next to Coraline, eyes focused on the same spot as hers, “what is that guy?” 

-

“You think you can take him away from me?”

“I will take him away from you.”

“You idiot, he’s meant to belong to me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do, and you know it too. His fate, their fate, is already set in stone.”

“Then I’ll just carve out a new one for them. For all of them.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

“In that case, it will be the most horrifying thing you’ll ever see.” 

-

Guess who’s back, suckas!! And with my return, I give you my Original Character: the Hooded Mystery, Vale!

I had THE most fun making this chapter! I proofread it for HOURS to get every single bit of it right, and in my opinion, it really paid off! Let me know if you guys think it paid off too!

And moving on to Vale. I had so much fun designing that psycho hoodie, and call me selfish, but I LOVE that guy to bits. He is probably the most complicated character I have ever made, and I can guarantee that he has the most unusual set of powers. I assure you, you guys have NEVER seen powers that he has. Can you guys guess what his powers are? Here’s a hint.

In case I haven’t said it enough, I worked really hard to get this chapter, Vale’s introductory chapter, VERY memorable. I hope you guys like him, cuz like he said; you’ll be seeing a lot more of that psycho hoodie. 

Also, as promised, this chapter will be updated weekly from now on, every Saturday morning. I hope you guys are psyched, cuz this is the point where things get real. A little teaser for next week, I’m going to use a pairing that even the folks at the MK Writers Team haven’t dabbled with!

As always, leave ideas and suggestions of what you want the MK to do. And with that, I’ll see you guys next week!

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Worship You

Pairing: Vernon x afab. reader

Genre: Smut/slight angst

Content Warnings: Smut; slight angst; mentions of reader heing neglected due to Vernon being busy; make-outs; breast play; body-worship; cunnilingus and fingering

Part of: Mellow's You've Got A Letter Event 

Mellow speaks: My first Vernon piece and it's for my lovely bestie @silent--cry!!! Thank you for requesting this my love, I hope you like it!! 

Tagging: @ivyvesisi @sweethyuka @yedammi @enhacolor @yunhorights @axartia

Hey darling,

I'm glad you found this letter before I came back home, because while it would have been fun to surprise you, I figure that's not what you need today. 

I know the past few weeks have been hectic on us, to say the least. I know I've been canceling one date after another at the last minute, and I've practically heard your face through the phone fall every time I had to tell you I won't be making it in time. It must've been lonely without me, especially at night, right? Because I know you can't sleep well on your own. 

Working on music for the comeback was important, but I feel like I made it more important than it actually was, neglecting you and the time that should have been yours and yours only. I made a mistake, but believe me, that mistake kept clawing away at me the longer I stayed away from you. And being the angel you are, never once did you call me out, choosing to stay silent and let me focus on work. 

So I wanna say, I'm sorry. Sorry for leaving you alone for so long, sorry for making you sad and not giving you love you deserve. But that's gonna change tonight, because the moment I come back home, you're going to be in for all my love. I'm going to kiss you till you're breathless and your lips are all swollen, and I'm going to lift you up and wrap your legs around me, carrying you over to the bed. I'm going to make out with you, tasting the sweetness on your tongue while I squeeze your cute butt. 

And when you're breathless at last, I'm going to lay you down on the bed, and I'm going to kiss down your jaw and your neck, replacing the previous marks that have long since disappeared. I'm going to make your skin bloom in red and blue again, making you feel good. You won't even realize what I'm doing until I have you devoid of any clothes, my hands getting wrapped around those pretty breasts as I massage them, releasing all the tension that's gotten built up. 

Then I'm going to let my lips trace downwards, my tongue running along your supple skin till I reach your heat, spreading your legs and placing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, before doing the same to your pussy. I'm going to eat you out, better than I've ever done before, and I'm going to suck and bite on your clit while I make you cum with my fingers. 

I'm going to worship your body, reminding it, and you, of the love my heart harbors, all for you. I'm going to make up for neglecting you, and I'm going to make sure you forgive me, and I'm going to go to sleep to the sound of your beautiful moans. Because to me, they're the best kind of music, and nothing I could create would ever come close. 

I had to leave for the studio for a couple hours, but I'm not lying when I say I'm probably working at full speed right now, just so I can come back home to you as fast as possible. I can't afford to stay away from you a minute longer than necessary, and I'm hoping that by the time I'm home, you'll be waiting for me with open arms and that smile on your face. 

Eager to see you,

Your Vernon

[elysianslove]

what would the jjk characters’ reactions be if their girlfriend walked in on them jerking off 👀 or other way around, they walked in on their gf masturbating to them JSHSJSHSH

DJHSDJS THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS. it’s whore knee hours 😼 

nsfw under the cut, my loves! it’s really filthy. also, all characters are aged up if they aren’t already 18+. if there are mistakes in this im sorry vdhsdjs

ITADORI YUUJI 

walking in on him; probably screams or something tbh. he’s not used to doing it ever since you two got into a relationship and have been sexually active, but the past few weeks and you’ve just been so busy, and yuuji’s so needy 🥺 but he doesn’t wanna bother you 🥺 so he takes matters into his own hands literally and just settles back in bed, sweatpants down his hips, shirt lifted up to reveal his entire chest, and hard cock in his hand. he’s actually rushing through it because it somehow feels wrong and he just wants to rid himself of all this sexual frustration. he’s diligently and roughly stroking himself, and it’s really obscene: the noises his hand is making, the way his hips can’t seem to stop thrusting up, the loud grunts and gasps and whines that can’t stop leaving his lips. and just before he tips over the edge, as he feels his stomach tighten, he hears the door open and your cheerful voice greet him. he screams. like yells out, but he’s also? cumming? weirdly enough? he’s too dazed as he comes down from his high to mind your teasing smile, with his heart beating to loud in his chest, and he welcomes your pretty mouth kissing up the trail of cum he’d left on his chest.

walking in on you; gets really flustered but really cocky at the same time? when he came home tired and walked into the bathroom to wash up he hadn’t been expecting your body in the bathtub, touching yourself, moaning out his name. you’ve clearly been doing this for a couple of minutes because of the speed of your fingers and oh my god are you fingering yourself? he’d been quiet when coming into the bathroom, only announcing his arrival at the front door, and it doesn’t seem like you notice his presence. he watches as your back arches, hips pushing leniently into the curve of your fingers, and you let out a frustrated whine. no, sob. you cry out his name against desperately and yuuji doesn’t think he’s ever been this horny. the initial shyness and shock has long since worn off and all he wants to do is bury his fingers in your soaking cunt instead. when you cry out again, in frustration, and pull your fingers out, he immediately kneels by the bathtub, meeting your eyes with his as he feigns a pout at you and says, “aw, can my poor baby only cum on my fingers?” he’s pleased to see you’re not even a little shy about it when you frown deeply and nod desperately. 

GOJŌ SATORU

walking in on him; is not in the least bit shameful, just spreads his legs wider, throws his head back to let out another moan and says as he smirks up at you, “you’re more than welcome to join.” he’s not shy about masturbation, and he’ll even talk to you about it. this mf probably loves mutual masturbation as is. but anyway. you’d probably just left for the store, for ten minutes, and you come back and his head’s thrown back on the couch, cock in his hands as the sweatpants he wears have been pushed down to just beneath his balls. he’s being loud, like he’s giving you a show, and as soon as you enter the living room, he lets out a particularly loud grunt, thrusting his hips up. you’re not even sure if he’s dramatizing it or if it really feels that good. he’s doing it slow too, taking his time, thumbing the slit of his pretty cock and smearing the precum all over the pink head. he really is giving you a show, and god are you eating that shit up. he stares you down as he squeezes and strokes, and then, he says, “if your mouth’s gonna hang open like that, might as well put it to use and stuff it.” vdhjsdsjds gojo brainrot. 

walking in on you; is so, so, so teasing about it. if you’re doing it to give him a taste of his own medicine, expect to regret it when your ass is tainted with his handprint and you’re full of his cum. but if you really are innocent about it, he’ll tease you endlessly, saying things like, “pretty baby couldn’t wait for me?” and “so eager,” and “so needy,” with a grin and a tut. he lowkey highkey loves it when he comes home and walks in on your bedroom to see your legs spread out for him so nicely, your fingers stuffing your messy cunt, your nipples all perked up and your body covered in a sheen layer of sweat from the exertion. he watches for minutes on end, and when you finally notice him, and you squeak in surprise and attempt to cover yourself, he grins and shakes his head, grabbing a chair and placing it right across from you so he has a perfect view of your spread legs and says, “i wanna watch you cum.” he’s so. shameless about it omg. if you take too long though he’ll just swat your hand away and eat you out till you can’t feel your legs <3

RYOMEN SUKUNA

walking in on him; i don’t think he masturbates, like, ever. if he’s ever horny he will just grab you, pull you aside, and fuck you. like he’s not ashamed about it. even if it’s in public, he will find some way to put his dick inside you. but! let’s say you introduce the concept to him and it’s a day where you’d just left him alone for a few hours, so he decides there’s no harm in trying. he hadn’t expected it to feel this good. granted, it’s not your mouth or cunt, but he’s still fully in control of his pleasure. he kinda gets lost in the feel of it all that he doesn’t notice you coming back home. you stay so silent, and watch the whole thing as he throws his head back and cums all over his hand and stomach, and he does it all while saying your name and if that isn’t an ego boost idk what is. he gets so embarrassed, but displays it in a different way. he just gets angry at you basically, for catching him, and when you laugh at his reaction. last 😃 straw 😃 good luck walking tmrw <3

walking in on you; oh shit okay. listen. he will absolutely get mad. like wtf only i am supposed to give you pleasure??? if he walks in on you, like yuuji, desperately trying to fuck yourself with your fingers and finding no way to reach your orgasm, he won’t do shit. he’ll just stand there with his arms crossed as you fail to reach your orgasm for the nth time and it’s literally just humiliating at this point. you’re sobbing and your cunt’s a mess, your entire tight and trembling with the build up of arousal. you can tell he’s aroused too. you can see it actually, but he makes no move to satisfy himself, and you honestly think that seeing you like this is doing it for him. the breaking point for him would probably be hearing your broken voice just sob out a mixture of a chant of his name and please, just desperate and wanting. and then, oh boy does he give it to you. makes you orgasm so many times, makes you see stars all night, just as a reminder of who you really belong to. what a sadist i love him lol

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

walking in on him; he probably does it every once in a while because he’s a teenage boy?? (still aged up here). but he only does it to relieve himself, not for anything other than that, no ulterior motive. just to rid himself of, well, his horniness. probably the type to do it in the shower because he does not like any evidence that he ever did it. he’s hunched up underneath the water, the steady flow of it hitting his back, while he has one hand steady on the wall before him, and another wrapped tightly around his cock. he’s panting and gasping, and oh, megumi would make the prettiest sounds when he cums i just know it. probably looks gorgeous too. he doesn’t hear you come into the shower because he’s so close, shit, this feels so good — and then he feels your hands come around his waist, spinning him around and his hand’s still moving but his body’s gone into absolute shock. he hears you whisper, “let me see you, baby” and he just absolutely loses it. his face scrunches up, heat blossomed on his chest and cheeks as his hand moves rapidly on his cock, milking himself and spilling all over your stomach. when he’s well spent his head falls into the crook of your neck, and he’s just letting out tiny little gasps when you say, “you’re so pretty when you cum,” and god, is he in love with you. 

walking in on you; so. shy!!!!! omg!!!! you’re probably on your bed, on your stomach, ass in the air as you rub your clit. your thighs are smeared with your arousal and your hand and palm are outright drenched and megumi feels his mouth dry, his pants suddenly way too tight. you don’t notice him for a while, and he’s just too in shock to move, until you tilt your head and catch him staring. you lock eyes with him, then sink a finger into your pussy, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open into a silent gasp at the intrusion. megumi’s gone crazy like his brain’s malfunctioned. but that wasn’t even the worst of it. when you start to fuck yourself with your fingers, and then bring a second one inside, you moan out his name and he just succumbs to all his desires, walking slowly over to you and lightly massaging and caressing your thighs and ass, watching up close as you continue to fuck yourself. then, gently, he takes your wrist in his grasp and pulls your fingers out, lightly brushing against your soaked folds as he hums, then says, “let me.”

INUMAKI TOGE

walking in on him; he’s actually really open about it? like he just doesn’t care. he will get a little flustered if you catch him in the moment, but that’s only for a few seconds. like he’s just doing his thing, stroking his dick and reveling in the flood of dopamine that’s overwhelming his brain, squeezing the base, tightening his fingers around the tip, urging more precum out. when you walk in, he freezes momentarily, his hand flying to the base of his cock and just shuddering lightly as he holds back his orgasm. and then he just sighs, leaning back again and stroking rougher, encouraging you to come closer with a simple look in his eyes. your mouth is almost immediately around the tip of his dick, and he just holds you there as he strokes himself, watching as you suck on just the tip. you’re a sight for sore eyes like this, and when you meet his eyes, his eyes fly up, accidentally shoving his dick further in your tight, warm mouth and cumming down your throat. he doesn’t even give himself another second to catch his breath before he’s pushing you down onto the bed, kissing you so deeply, his cock already hardening again.

walking in on you; the same way he’s so nonchalant about himself masturbating, he doesn’t mind if you do it too. it’s understandable how sometimes you just want me time, and he tells himself if he were to ever catch you he wouldn’t really react in any way. he is wrong 😃👍🏼. just like he’d pushed your mouth around his dick when you’d once caught him, he immediately rushes to you, one hand wrapped around your thigh, the other guiding your fingers deeper inside of you as his mouth latches onto your clit. his mouth??? his mouth!!! sinful!!! he eats you out like a starved man. the idea is so filthy though, like you’re fingering yourself and he’s fondling your breasts and teasing your nipples, his mouth and lips sucking so harshly on your clit and you’re so fucking wet you’re soaking the bed beneath you. the orgasm that hits you is mind blowing, and imagine your surprise when you pull your fingers out, expecting him to pull his mouth away as well, but he just replaces your fingers with his own, pushing you down harsher on the bed and continuing to pleasure your oversensitive body oof.

end note; um n e ways 😏 if you guys want other characters with this lemme know bc brain: fried :D

[aetheternity]

When their meeting is about to start but they can't get their erection to go away.

Sprays the minors be gone spray

Warning: (Fem reader) In this scenario you have been in a sexual on again off again relationship with these guys individually. You're not dating them. The guys have all tried masturbation before coming to you. Also mommy kink for everyone except Levi.

Armin

Poor thing has been hard since he woke up which was about four hours ago.

He runs into your room almost slamming open the door.

"Mommy, please.. I can't make it go away."

He almost cries when he slips inside. The pain in his balls eased a bit as he wraps his fingers in the blankets.

Mouth open as he lets every noise out unabashedly.

He can't even begin to be ashamed of his noises when your wet cunt continually sucks him in.

"You're so hard baby." You moan as you tug him in close, running your hands over his undercut and through his hair. "What were you thinking about?"

"I wasn't being bad mommy, I promise.. I-I just-" He gasps as he sheaths himself all the way inside. Barely pulling out for each thrust.

Pretty blue eyes rolling towards the sky.

"Hmm?"

"I woke up hard and.. I tried to go back to sleep but it got so painful.."

You kiss his pretty red lips coaxing them out from where he's biting them.

Your legs stay spread for every rough pound of his hips. His cock pressed impossibly deep.

"I need you." He whines "I need you so much."

The ache inside him slowly being released.

"You're gonna make me cum.." He whimpers

You cover his mouth with your hand. His face impossibly red as his eyes finally flutter open.

Blue doe eyes filled with tears that quickly begin to trickle down his cheeks.

"Finish baby. You're such a good boy. Don't moan too loud ok? Let it stay our secret."

When he cums inside you his hips stutter and his screams are covered by your hands.

"That's it, good job baby." You moan back arched for him.

When you release him he inhales sharply letting out one last gasp as he fills you up.

"Mommy there's so much.." He heaves

"Hurry and get to your meeting ok?"

"Ok. I'll be back later to properly thank you." He says tongue curving over his lips.

He takes one more second to stare at his cum where it's flowing down to your ass and he almost gets hard again.

Waits until there's like 10 minutes left before the meeting starts.

Eren

Partially because he thought he could manage to get rid of it before then and partially because he was worried you wouldn't be up this early.

He just kinda awkwardly shuffles around until you notice the very obvious bulge in his pants.

When he does finally go to you he's glad to see you awake.

"I.. it won't fuck off." He grunts

The second you wrap your hands around his cock he lets out the deepest groan throwing his head back. And when it slides inside..

His soul almost escapes him.

"Mommy.." He grunts

You need a couple seconds to adjust even though it hasn't been that long since he last fucked you.

When he finally gets going he's so rough but slow as if he doesn't have a meeting to get to.

His hips pressed right up against your inner thighs and pelvis.

"Baby speed up." You gasp softly "You need to cum so you can get to that meeting."

"I know.. but fuuucckk."

He's absolutely losing his mind.

He's got the bed slamming into the wall, hands making permanent marks where they're squeezing around your waist.

Starts fucking your tight cunt a little harder when you start to sound breathless.

At some point he's pushing both your knees forward into the pillows using that leverage to fuck you so deep you can barely breathe.

He growls into every kiss he plants on your lips.

His cock pounding your g-spot so roughly you've started crying.

Starts to shake when he gets close.

His hands slipping from the backs of your knees to right next to your head.

"God.. fuck!" He huffs, cum painting your insides. "Shit.." He groans in your ear.

You can't even speak too focused on trying to catch your breath.

Veins dark where they show up in his knuckles.

Mouth hung agape as he pulls his now limp cock out.

Gives you a sweet kiss before he leaves.

"Thank you mommy." He smirks at your blissful expression.

Jean

"Help me? Please?"

Doesn't wait as long as Eren and Armin.

Probably around 15 minutes of stroking himself to zero effect before he's coming to you.

"What's the magic word, love?"

"..Mommy."

Has your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock mixing your insides and you can't help but let every sinful noise spill from your throat as he does.

Simultaneously kissing you and playing with your nipples

He's fucking you like you're his girlfriend and he doesn't have a meeting to go to.

"Jean, baby.. you gotta hurry."

Even you don't want him to hurry. Or stop.

"I promise I'll get to my meeting on time I just wanna spend as much time as I can here with you mommy."

Rubs your cheek in circular motions with his thumb when you sob over his pace.

Spreads his legs and presses as deep as he can with a hand on your stomach until you're whimpering on every thrust.

"You feel so fucking good mommy. So good, please keep squeezing my cock."

Till you're cumming around his cock.

Has you moaning his name and arching your back.

Only then does he actually speed up and give in to his need to cum.

Deep moans of mommy falling off his lips onto yours.

Every bit of your pussy full of him till his name is the only word you remember.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders. Keeping himself deep as he empties every drop of his load inside.

He stays in you for almost too long just giving you kisses all over your face and hands.

Whines your name in between little mentions of gratitude

Honestly you're a little sad to see him go.

Finally pulls out and gets dressed.

Connie

"I kept thinking about the mission tomorrow and that kept me up most of the night. Then I started thinking about you and that kept me hard the other half." He laughs

Abuses the fact that he can ask you for sex and you'll almost always say yes.

But it's more because it's you than because he's constantly after sexual pleasure.

Just a little. 🤏

You know because the first time you let him hit was surprising but the 45th time he's still in shock but he's adoring every second he gets to climb in your bed and touch every bit of your skin.

Bites his lip a little when he slips in balls deep.

Only because he loves the fact that it's you more than the fact that he can get off with someone.

As soon as it hits morning and he knows you're awake he's pulling himself out of bed.

"Shit.. mommy this is what I needed." His eyes roll back as he penetrates you from below.

Cock twitching inside with every thrust.

Somehow still manages to smirk and flirt with you while groaning in between each word.

"Mommy, you never deny me.. might as well tell me you're in love with me."

You snort, "Cum already so you can go to your meeting."

"I'll cum when you tell me you love me."

He tries he really does but he's getting so close and the way you're squeezing his cock just isn't fair.

Profanity flying from his lips when you slam your hips down using your knees as leverage.

"God mommy please.." He begs reaching out for your waist.

He lifts himself up latching his tongue to one nipple while his free hand is cupping your breast.

Groans low in his throat when he cums. His eyes fluttering shut

Whispers of fuck and goddammit cresting off his lips.

His cock twitching against your walls. The feeling making you bite your lip.

"You take such good care of me mommy." He cooes

He leans into your ear, "What if I just stayed here and fucked you all day?"

"Go to your meeting!" You huff, getting off of him.

He finally leaves when you give him a silent glare.

Levi

Walks into your bedroom without so much as a knock and locks the door.

He waits it out for almost 3 hours before finally going to you with all his pent up frustration.

He wants it to go away on its own so bad.

"What's up with you this morning?" You laugh as he tosses your panties aside haphazardly.

He doesn't need to answer his dick print speaks for itself.

Thrusts all the way inside with no warning.

Like Eren he has your feet in the air, knees pressed into the sheets.

You wanna tease him so bad for being this hard and a little loud this early in the morning but his cock feels like it's in your stomach.

You can only keep your head back, noises spilling off your lips with every thrust.

Eyes coasting north when he slams into your sweet spots.

Keeps fucking into you like you're his little toy. Simultaneously rough and gentle.

Angles his hips in a specific way to hear you scream and then mutters for you to be quiet.

Groans when your nails dig into his back.

Eventually he lets your legs go, allowing them to wrap around his waist as he finally picks a pace.

His thrusts so hard you can hear small clatters from the wood under the mattress hitting the floor.

And you're clenching around him so tight.

Screaming his name along with every curse word known to man.

He lets out a long drawn out moan as he fills your tight pussy with every bit of pent up frustration he possesses in all 160 cm of himself.

And surprisingly it's a lot.

And finally he's letting you go with a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Good girl." He whispers, thumb coaxing strands of your hair off your cheeks.

Meanwhile your heart beat is slamming against your rib cage so loud you're sure you'll bust.

You probably have shit to do today too but after that you just wanna go back to sleep.

[storiesforallfandoms]

you’re my best friend ~ pete davidson

word count: 2002

request?: yes!

“pete friends to lovers”

description: in which two best friends get super sappy while drunk

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol and weed usage

masterlist (one, two)

You were already two glasses of wine deep when Pete showed up, two cases of beer in his hands. He had a look of excitement on his face, which slowly fell when he realized there was no one else in your apartment.

“Everyone else cancelled,” you answered his unasked question.

“Everyone?” Pete asked.

You nodded. “Prior commitments or just not wanting to come or some shit.”

Pete came over and plopped himself down on the couch next to you. The case of beer was at his feet and he popped it open, taking out a bottle and immediately chugging it. You looked at him in amusement as he did so. Once he was finished, you asked, “Aren’t they warm?”

“Room temperature,” he corrected.

“Isn’t that gross?”

“A little, but obviously I have to catch up with you so we can be on even playing fields all night.”

You smiled and poured yourself another glass of wine as Pete opened another beer and started to drink again.

Between the heavy amounts of alcohol and the joint that Pete had brought, the two of you had gotten fucked up in no time. At some point you couldn’t even get up off the couch for more drinks, or for water that you both knew you should be drinking. The hangover you were going to have the next day was going to be killer, but in the moment neither one of you really cared.

You were both laid back on the couch, legs intertwined as you laughed at something Pete had said. It probably wasn’t even that funny, but in your inebriated state, everything was hilarious.

“You’re, like, my bestest friend, Pete,” you slurred. “No one else even bothered the show up, but you did!”

“I’m sure everyone else had like...stuff happening,” Pete said. “Adult things like...I don’t know...kids and taxes.”

You retched at the thought. “Yeah, no, I’m good with not having those adult things to do. Having kids, while extremely cute, is also extremely exhausting. But I don’t think anyone would’ve shown. No one else really...hangs out with me anymore.”

You laid your head back so you were looking at the ceiling. You could feel a lump growing in your throat and didn’t want Pete to see if you started crying. You knew this sudden emotion was most likely caused by the alcohol and the weed, but you also knew it was something genuine, a concern you had deep down that you had never voiced to anyone before.

You could hear Pete move to sit up and immediately turned your head away so he couldn’t see your face, even though you knew that looked more suspicious than anything.

“Everyone is busy, (Y/N),” he said, his voice soft. “I’m sure they’ll be able to hang out soon enough.”

“They’re not too busy to miss out on work get togethers, or going out with one another.” You sighed. “I know people grow apart and that’s just what happens when you grow up, I just didn’t think it was going to be all of my friends growing up and drifting apart all at the one time.”

“What am I, chopped liver?”

You giggled and sat up. The room spun around you as you did so and it felt like your stomach lurched. You had to take a moment to steady yourself before focusing your attention on Pete.

“I told you, you’re my bestest friend,” you said.

Pete’s smile slowly faded as he looked at you. “(Y/N), don’t cry please.”

You had forgotten about your emotional moment entirely. You wiped your cheek to find a wet streak running from your eye to your chin. You looked away from Pete again, suddenly feeling ashamed by your needless emotions. You were glad that the two of you were so drunk in that moment and would likely forget all of this the next day.

Pete’s hand lightly touched your chin, lifting it so that you were looking at him again. You looked into his eyes as he used his thumb to wipe the tears from your other cheek. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized how closely the two of you were sat together.

“I’ll always be here,” he assured you. “No matter how much we grow up or grow apart, I’ll always be one phone call away.”

You nodded, unable to get the words to unstick from your throat. You believed him, you knew he’d always be here.

The smell of beer and weed was strong as Pete leaned forward more, and normally you’d hate the smell combination. But you were too distracted by Pete’s eyes to notice, and a moment later you were too distracted by his lips on yours.

You had never viewed Pete as anything more than a friend before. You had grown up together. You were partners in crime since the first day you met in middle school. Your friends, and even your family, often made jokes that the two of you would end up together, but you both laughed it off. You were best friends, two peas in a pod, nothing more.

But now, with his lips moving against yours and his arms pulling you as close to him as you could get, you weren’t so sure. It could’ve been the drunken state the two of you were in, mixed with the emotions you were feeling just moments before. When the two of you sobered up the next day you may have not even remembered what happened, but in the moment you wanted all of him. You wanted his lips, his hands, his body, his heart, and you wanted to give him all of you in return.

His tongue brushed against your lips and you gladly let it in. It was wet and tasted like beer, so not the most romantic thing in the world, but it felt good in the moment. You felt like nothing could ruin what was happening, until your stomach lurched again.

You quickly pulled away from Pete and rushed to the bathroom. You didn’t even have time to kick the door closed behind you before you collapsed next to the toilet and threw up everything you had eaten and drank the past few hours. Pete followed closely behind you, pulling your hair back and gently rubbing your back. When you stopped throwing up for long enough, he got up to get you some water and made you drink it all before he did anything else.

“I didn’t think I was that bad of a kisser,” he joked. You glared at him over your shoulder before throwing up again.

Once you felt steady enough, Pete helped you to your feet. You brushed your teeth and took a mouthful of mouthwash in order to get rid of the taste of vomit. Pete helped you to your bedroom, where he had another glass of water and an Aspirin waiting for you.

“You’ll need that in the morning,” he said. “I’ll let you get changed.”

“You’ll stay with me though, right?” you asked. Suddenly you hated the thought of Pete having to leave.

He smiled. “Of course I will. I just want to give you some privacy while you change. You’re not supposed to see a girl naked till, like, the third date.”

You smiled back at him, a fuzzy feeling building inside of you at the thought of actually going on a date with Pete.

You changed into a pair of comfy pajamas and downed the glass of water Pete had left for you. You ventured out of your room to the kitchen to pour up another glass. You found Pete putting the bottles of beer in the recycling container and putting your glass in the sink.

“Why aren’t you as fucked up as I am right now?” you questioned.

“I could always handle my booze better than you,” he teased. You scowled and stuck your tongue out at him. He chuckled and put an arm around your shoulders. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

After some convincing, Pete agreed to join you in bed. At first he laid a respectable distance away from you, but you moved close to him and placed your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, running his hands through your hair as your eyes became too heavy to stay open.

“You’ll regret this in the morning,” he murmured. “Or forget it completely.”

“Maybe,” you said, “but let’s wait for the morning to decide that.”

~~~~~~

When you woke up the next morning you groaned in pain. Your head felt heavy and like it had been stabbed by multiple little needles. You opened your eyes but had to shut them again immediately, hissing at the pain that small action caused.

Why the fuck did I drink so much last night? you questioned as you braced yourself and opened your eyes again.

You found yourself alone in bed, which didn’t seem too unusual until you remembered that you hadn’t been alone when you fell asleep. Pete had been there, more specifically he had been cuddling you.

You’ll regret this in the morning, you recalled him saying before you drifted off to sleep. You wondered if he had left before you had the chance to decide how you felt about the events of the night before.

You popped two Aspirin pills into your mouth and swallows them with a mouthful of water. You pulled yourself out of bed and slowly walked out of your room, the only speed you could manage in this state. You were halfway to your kitchen when you realized you were smelling something; bacon. You wondered where the smell was coming from, and didn’t have to look far to get the answer.

Pete was stood by your stove, two plates full of eggs and toast already sat next to him. When he heard you enter, he turned and greeted you with a smile.

“Good morning sleeping beauty!” he said. His loud voice pierced your ears and you quickly covered them and groaned. He chuckled. “You poor thing, you’re gonna hate today.”

“I already do,” you said. “Is that for me?”

He looked down at the plate of breakfast. “One of them is, yeah. Do you think you can keep it down?”

“I can try.”

The two of you sat at your dining room table and began to eat. Although your stomach still didn’t feel right, the food was definitely soaking up whatever alcohol was left in your system and thus was making the splitting headache you had subside just a little bit.

There was an awkward silence looming over the two of you. Despite what you thought the night before, you could still remember every detail; the emotional conversation, the kiss, the cuddling, how you felt when the latter two things were happening. You knew Pete remembered because he certainly wasn’t as fucked up as you were.

“Do you regret it?” you found yourself suddenly asking.

Pete looked up from his breakfast, fake confusion on his face. “What do you mean?”

You gave him a look. “Pete, I remember last night. I remember what we did, and what you said before I fell asleep.”

He sighed, turning his attention back to his food. “I don’t know...do you regret it?”

“I don’t,” you admitted. “If anything, I...I feel whatever the opposite of regret is. The only thing I regret is getting so drunk I threw up after we kissed.”

He smiled. “Yeah, that’s not exactly great timing.”

You looked at him, still waiting for his answer. Finally, he looked up at you again and said, “I don’t regret it either.”

“So what do we do now?” you asked.

Pete thought for a moment before saying, “I take you out on a date, one where we’re both completely sober, and we decide if we really want to do this. How does that sound?”

You smiled brightly at him. “I think that sounds like a great plan.”

[darkmulti]

Hi! I love your blog! So hard to find a non con writers! Ignore the haters, just keep doing what you love! You’re not alone!

So happy to see your request open! I’d like to request a NON CON where Mafia JK fell in love at first sight with innocent reader and bought her in an auction. He is obsessed with her so he marries her and deflowered her, stuffing his thick manhood in her and. JK has a bloodplay kink. He wouldn’t stop fucking her until she passed out everyday. Milking her dry from orgasms. Thank you 💜

-> Thank you for the reassurance❣️

⚠️: BLOOD PLAY, NON CON, human trafficking, virgin reader, physical, mental & emotional abuse, little/innocent!reader, ddlg-ish, manipulation

“Get the hell up, you have to get ready.”

The man kicked you in your stomach and grabbed your arm, pulling you upstairs to the bathroom

“Wear this dress and fix up your face.”

He left the bathroom and you quickly jumped into the shower

Today was the “big day”

You were being auctioned off

Obviously, you were terrified and nervous

However, your current “owners” said that if someone doesn’t buy you today, they’ll make your life a living hell

They were hungry for money and if no one wanted you, you would’ve been a big waste of their money, time and energy

Well, not really — they just needed to blame someone for their lack of success

Plus, you’re the first person that they’re selling

They kidnapped you when you were walking home from the train station

You didn’t have much family nor friends which kinda made you the perfect target

You cooperated with your two “owners” because you didn’t want to get hurt

Yet, it still happened anyways

They’d often kick you, or slap you, or pull your hair

Nevertheless, you didn’t complain because you wanted to stay out of trouble

When you finished getting ready, your “owners” tied your arms and legs together and threw you into the trunk

The auction event was big

You could tell that you this event had plenty of rich and powerful people just by looking at all the cars

Your owners took you inside through the back door and told you to fix your hair

Once you did, they dragged you behind the stage and made you wait there for nearly 3 hours

There were other girls lined up in front and behind you, half looking terrified and half looking excited

In those three hours you overheard some girls talking about a certain man they wished to be bought by

Those were the girls who were “excited”

They were talking about how they went “all out” to impress him

You tend to not judge people but, you couldn’t help yourself

Who the fuck wants to be sold to anyone?

You couldn’t wrap your head around their thought process

They were practically gushing about this mafia guy who was supposedly young and handsome

Even if he was, why the hell would you want to be someone else’s property?

You muted their voices so you didn’t have to hear their nonsense and soon enough the auction started

One by one, girls and boys went up on stage and the bidding started

You were surprised because some of those girls got sold for only a couple hundred bucks

When it was your turn, your owners basically dragged you on stage and held you wrist as tight as they could so you couldn’t run

“A young, ripe, virgin finishing up university. Starting bid, $50,000.”

One by one, people raised their auction paddles and offered more for you

Your owners went wide eyed after the bids started increasing by $10,000

You eventually passed 1 million and were near 2 million

Random old men were raising their paddles higher and higher, determined to buy you

Eventually one of them had enough and said “5 million dollars!”

The room went silent and your owners were about to say “sold!” when someone interrupted and said “10 million dollars”

Even your mouth dropped

10 million?!

The man stood up and walked closer to the stage

Your two owners recognized him and started bowing multiple times

“S-She’s all yours, Mr. Jeon! Thank you so much. Please take her.”

This was the first time you saw the two males scared and nervous

And it kinda frightened you

It took a lot to scare those two but, this guy did it effortlessly

So, what in the world would happen to you?

You got dragged off stage again and the auction continued

You were dragged into a private room where the man who had just bought you gave the two men 10 million in cash

7 brief cases stacked on top of each other, full of hundreds

The two males happily accepted and let you go with the man

He didn’t want to stick around for the event so, he pulled you out of the building and pushed you into the car

“Anders, drive us home.”

The car ride was silent in the beginning

You’re eyes were glued on the window and his were glued on his phone

About an hour later, you fell asleep against the window and he noticed

He slapped you across the face and pulled you’re body away from the door

“What’re you sleeping for? You did absolutely nothing today. Do you think you’re some kind of princess? Do you think can sleep wherever you want whenever you want? Keep your eyes open. If I catch you sleeping again, I’ll make you regret it.”

Tears gathered in your eyes and you couldn’t hold it in

You started to sniffle, making Jungkook look over at you

“Shut up! If I hear you cry, I’ll force you to walk all the way home, barefoot”

You covered your mouth with your hand and lowered your head

After taking a moment to breathe normally, you apologized

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jeon. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows

“How do you know my last name?”

“I heard my owners call you by that na-”

Another smack on your cheek, this time a little harder

“How dare you call them your owners?!”

Your eyes held so much terror, and it was a turn on for Jungkook

That was the moment he realized how much control he had over you

You were so naive and innocent, it made him want to ruin you

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Jeon! I didn’t realize! It was an honest mistake.”

“Just wait until we get home” he muttered under his breath but you were able to make it out

You were terrified and rightfully so

Once you got home, Jungkook didn’t have any mercy on you

You were running from him, not knowing where you were going

You ran upstairs into a large bedroom and locked the door

“Please, don’t hurt me!” You cried, clutching onto the top of your dress that he ripped apart

You thought he was on the other side of the door, calming down but the closet door busted open and there he was

You tried to open the room door but he was faster and pulled you back onto the bed

“Already causing so much trouble for me, little one.”

He hovered over you

“I’m sorry. I’m scared. Please, don’t kill me.”

You started to cry under him

You looked so precious, begging for your life

He couldn’t resist

He took off his suit and ripped your dress open

Underneath, you were wearing a red and black lace lingerie

He let out a low growl before attacking your neck and marking you all over

“Wait! Sir! Please! Mr- agh! Mr- Mr. Jeon! No! I’ll give you money! Please! I can give you all the money in my bank account if you just let me go! $59,000 is all I have! I can-”

Jungkook started to chuckle against your neck

“59,000 dollars? That’s all? You expect me to set you free after you give me 59,000 dollars?”

He laughed right in your face which broke your heart

It was your hard earned money

You hated to see someone discredit your hard work just like that

You frowned and got tearful

“It’s all the money I have.”

You said in a quavering voice

Jungkook looked at you

You were dead serious

“I bought you for 10 million dollars and you want me to set you free for $59,000. Anyone with a brain would deny that offer.”

He slapped you again and continued on

Jungkook sucked your neck, breast and chest; leaving dark, purple marks all over

“Wait! Mr. Jeon, I-I’m actually waiting till m-marriage.”

“That doesn’t matter, anymore. You’ll be getting married to me, anyways.”

“No! Please!”

Jungkook pulled down your underwear and rubbed two fingers up your slit, making you shiver

“So pretty. I can’t wait anymore.”

He pulled out his thick shaft and you started to panic

“No! No, no, please! I don’t want this! I don’t want to do this, please!”

He spat on your opening for some lub and pushed his whole length in harshly

You groaned in pain when he did but couldn’t fight back

Your hands were against his chest but, pushing him off wasn’t easy

He started thrusting inside of you at a cruel speed, causing you gasp really loudly before wailing

“Hey! Stop! Please! It hurts!”

Jungkook pinned your wrist next to your head and fucked you deeply

After hours of fucking, cum and blood covered his cock and the bedsheet

He smeared the blood and cum mix all over your body

“Look at you, covered in your virgin blood mixed with my cum. You look so pretty.”

You were mumbling incoherent words, unable to think straight

He forced three orgasms out of you, of course you weren’t able to think straight

Sweat covered your forehead and your tight hole was leaking cum and blood

He pushed in one more time and began fucking you hard

You were squealing under him, telling him to stop yet he slapped your ass and grabbed your throat

“Your cunt seems to love my cock. That’s why you’re cumming so much around me. So stop telling me that it hurts because I know it’s a lie.”

One more deep push and you both came together

He laid down next to you and pulled you onto his chest

“Next week, you’ll officially be mine.”

You weren’t listening

Because you were passed out

It was your first time and he had made you cum at least 17 times

It would be surprising if you didn’t pass out

Jungkook didn’t lie when he said that you’ll be his in the next week

He made one phone call and whoever was on the end of the line planned a huge wedding in a week

You woke up one day and were forced into a white gown

Once you put the pieces together, you had a panic attack

You were getting married to this man you’ve only known for a week

You were being so uncooperative to the point where Jungkook had to come to you and set you straight

He quickly fucked you back into submission and made you get ready for your wedding

After your wedding, loads of fucking

You guys didn’t even show up to your reception party because Jungkook could not stop fucking you

And it continued like this for a very long time

You weren’t sure how you were still producing cum

Every morning, every night, sometimes in the middle of the day, he wants to have sex

It’s not like he’s slow or gentle either— he’s aggressive in bed, it’s tough to handle him

You usually end up passing out and even that doesn’t stop him

The next morning you wake up tired and sore however, he wakes up needy and wanting more

Sometimes he’ll fuck you hard enough to make you pass out right in the morning

Even when he comes back from a mission, he still has the energy to fuck you

You just don’t understand

For weeks, you can’t walk straight because of him

And it hurts to put any sort of pressure on your lower abdomen

Despite all of that, you still love him

After all the manipulation and brain washing he’s done to you, he’s convinced you that you’re in love with him

And that you won’t survive without him

You’ve been craving for love and attention for your whole life and Jungkook was finally giving some

Why would you want the person who makes you feel loved and appreciated gone from your life?

Jungkook used guilt tripping to make you stay with him

Not to mention, taking advantage of your toxic past

Stockholm syndrome ending for the win 🥇

Sorry for any mistakes!! Have a good day<3

[tarosin]

The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and jack - using tanks to battle

requested: yes/no

this is part 11 to the great adventures series

it was now 5 am you had been on facetime with ranboo since he started streaming at 10 pm neither of you was going to sleep anytime soon

“isn’t it like 5 am for you”

“trying to get rid of me then”

“no no no soon enough I’m going to be stuck with you pretty much 24/7”

“heh? aren’t you staying with tubbo when you come to the UK?”

you watched his face turn red thinking that he had said something that he wasn’t supposed to tell you it was only when he looked up to see you with your head tilted he realised you weren’t aware of what was going to happen in the following weeks

“I will tackle you in the middle of the airport if you don’t tell me what you tubbo and lani mean when you all make comments about me constantly being around yous”

“I cannot wait to see you try”

“I'm blocking you”

hours passed and it was now time for you to get ready to go meet the others you left your phone on your bed whilst you went to get ready by the time you returned ranboo had fallen asleep

“goodnight boo not long now till you’re in the UK, you’re asleep I’m talking to myself goodnight”

since your parents had to go to work they offered to drop you off on the way, the journey to meet the others was pretty uneventful you just spent the time talking about how streaming was going and future plans. that was until your parents mentioned ranboo was flying over soon

“your friend is flying over soon right?”

“ranboo oh yeah yeah he gets here on 26th as far as I’m aware i’m going to tackle him in the middle of the airport”

“great great you’re going with tubbo to meet him, do you know how long you’re going to be out”

“..no why? shouldn’t be too long”

“don’t worry about it darling we’re here now oh look here comes tubbo”

as soon as the car stopped you laughed as you noticed in the corner of your eye tubbo running towards the car you said your goodbyes as you got out of the car and was instantly pulled away by tubbo

“oh oh okay tubbo I think I can walk on my own bud”

tubbo completely ignored every word you had just said and continued leading the way to the others where you were met by Tommy shouting about tanks and jack pretending not to know Tommy.

the four of you went to get ready, a simple enough task or so you thought as when you looked up you noticed Tommy was putting the outfit on the wrong way around

“Are you sure it’s safe for Tommy to drive a tank..”

“help me then”

“no”

a few minutes later the four of you were now equipped with your rather baggy army uniform safe to say if it started to rain you'd have to deal with getting wet as if you put the hood up it would cover your eyes taking away your eyesight which is unsurprisingly important since you were about to drive a tank for the first time. as soon as you all thought you were ready to go to the tanks tubbo announced that although it’s a bad time he needs to go to the toilet

“he’s fucking waddling”

“y/n be nice to your best friend”

you stood laughing to yourself as Tommy was arguing with Jack about how he’s your best friend, not tubbo.

“believe it or not I’m their best friend”

“elaborate on that”

“no”

“i’d argue ranboos their best friend”

halfway through their ‘argument’ tubbo came back and rested his head on your shoulder making you jump

“you're so tiny”

“I beg your pardon tubso”

the worker came over taking you all to the tank you would be driving putting Tommy and jacks argument on hold, for the time being, you were honestly so excited to drive a tank but you were also nervous as you weren’t exactly a great driver

“y/n doesn’t have a license can I get out the tank when it’s their turn”

“you crashed your parents' car fuck off”

before you all got in you were informed that the tank wasn’t designed to take you on adventures so you were probably going to get injured

“great cant wait in you go Tommy”

Tommy got in first followed by you then tubbo and jack

“draw me like one of your beautiful tank girls”

“I failed GCSE art”

“HOW”

“that my friend is a story for another night”

now this tank wasn’t designed so three of you could look out from the top of the tank so you did what every sensible person would do in a tank…you sat on the floor next to tubbo whilst he annoyed jack by touching his face

“y/n you okay down there”

“having the time of my life”

you could hear Tommy revving the tank and from then you could just tell you were going to leave the tank covered in bruises. you sat talking to tubbo and jack who were talking louder than usual just so you could join in the conversation. not seeing what was happening made the tank ride interesting, to say the least. one minute you were messing with tubbos shoelaces the next minute you heard three boys yelling that there was a cow in the middle of the road. it was now tubbos turn to drive and rather than letting you stay with the others he dragged you with him

“you’re driving next may as well stay with me”

“Please don’t crash I will get injured”

“to be fair y/n I didn’t plan on it”

you sat near tubbo watching him drive the tank occasionally yelling words of encouragement at him for your own entertainment and totally not to your surprise he was actually doing a decent job, he didn’t crash, the tank was going quicker and the ride wasn’t as bumpy then tubbo stalled, you could hear Tommy and jack yelling at tubbo to do more killing. you laughed as tubbo would look at the worker then at you not knowing what to do

“Are you ready to drive y/n”

“I guess so”

you and tubbo swapped places and you began to drive like your good friend tubbo you were decent at driving as you managed to pick up some speed along with many comments from jack and Tommy about how bumpy the ride was alongside tubbo yelling at you that you were going to be responsible for the bruises on his arms and legs

“tubbo stop being dramatic it’s not my fault the road is bumpy”

“Y/N I'M NOT”

“Okay then you’re responsible for the bruises on my arms and legs because you decided to stall”

It was now jacks turn you sat next to tubbo where you and Tommy argued that you didn’t like how Minecraft split the caves and cliffs update into two parts

“IT SAID CAVES AND CLIFFS UPDATE AND IT DIDN'T ADD CAVES AND CLIFFS UPDATE”

“you're such a tory y/n agrees with me”

“NO I DON'T I WANTED TO EXPLORE PRETTY CAVES NOT GET CHUCKED OFF OF A CLIFF BY A GOAT”

the three of you continued arguing your points before jack interrupted you all

“we’re talking about the new Minecraft update…because it was you we weren’t really paying attention”

“I DROVE BETTER THAN ALL THREE OF YOU”

“but no you didn’t”

“YOU'RE A PRICK MANIFOLD”

before Jack could answer Tommy began ranting about the update again before being once again interrupted by jack telling him you were about to shoot things and then go up against a tank that was miles better than the one you were all in, the one thing they didn’t know is you would be going with the boss against them just so you could actually have a role in the mini battle rather than just sitting there. you stood shaking your head as Tommy and tubbo made jokes about the balls you were all given

“say it”

“I like balls”

“jack they’re talking about balls…again”

Tommy was first to shoot whilst you and tubbo stood telling jack that the two of you would be the reason you win the battle against the boss, jack went up next and you both were telling Tommy that you weren’t scared of the boss after the last bit of practice you all went back to reception with the worker where he announced the roles you were all going to have

“so my aimer loader and driver”

“Are we allowed to ram tanks”

“no”

jack was the first to realise you hadn’t received a role for the fight against the boss and spoke up about it making tubbo and Tommy realise you did in fact not receive a role

“wait what about y/n they didn’t receive a role”

the worker just nodded at the four of you confusing the hell out of the others while you stood looking around the room to avoid laughing, you didn’t want the others to know so said you’d be back later you just needed to go to the bathroom. rather than going to the bathroom you went off to meet the boss before the others and decided what role you were going to have.

after discussing what role you were going to have the pair of you went back to meet the worker to let him know you have a plan

“LOOK ITS THE BOSS”

“…and y/n”

“oh now we’re losing”

the worker went up to their table to create a plan, once you watched the worker walk away you made your way over to the table they moved to where Tommy was having a ‘date’ with a mannequin

“Woah am I interrupting something”

“I'm on a date y/n”

“y/n you really had to leave me with tubbo and Tommy”

you whispered that you were sorry so Tommy and tubbo couldn’t hear then turned your attention back towards Tommy’s date which wasn’t going very well as Tommy accidentally pulled the wig off of one of the mannequins only to find out that his ‘date’ was also wearing a wig.

it was now time for the battle clearly best friends think alike as you and tubbo both had the role of driver. you and the boss made a strong team and you surprisingly got along well with each other which made teamwork easy making you more of a challenge for Tommy’s team

“yooo this is amazing”

“you’re doing great y/n”

as soon as the boss made the final shot you cheered

“do you think we won then y/n”

“I'm not sure they did put up a good fight”

“come on let’s head back so you can be with your friends again”

the pair of you made it back after thanking him you ran to tubbo, who for some reason was on the floor, and tackled him into a hug before sitting next to him

“AH FUCK”

“HI TUBSO WHY ARE YOU IN THE MUD”

“BECAUSE WE WON”

“mhm sure”

“What role did you have y/n”

“driver”

“NO WAY ME TOO”

your celebration was short-lived as Tommy decided to chuck mud at the pair of you yelling catch when it was far too late to react, you both looked at each other nodded at chucked mud back at him and jack

“ayo we hit him”

after playing in the mud with tubbo for a while jack called you both over to hear the scores and find out who won

“Why do you both have smiley faces on your face”

“y/n used mud to draw a smiley face on my cheek so I got revenge”

in the end, Tommy's team got 10 and began celebrating that they had won

“the boss and y/n got 11”

“LETS GOOOOO”

after bragging about your win you and tubbo ran off throwing mud at each other and Tommy whilst Tommy and jack bickered about who made them lose a few moments later you and tubbo looked up to see Tommy running past you both

“I don't think he's taking the news well”

you all made your way back to the car park Tommy and jack left together tubbo stayed with you waiting for your parents to pick you up on their way back home.

“you could just stay the night at mine..we could stream for a little while I’m sure you’ve left something that you can wear for the night and tomorrow and to be fair you stay at mine all the time”

“yeah I probably do I’ll call them on the way back to yours”

“come on let’s go home”

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