#im just sad and defeated and mad

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i hope wine is banished and is never allowed to even GLANCE at my linux shell ever again.

[crescent-cubed]

I have not been this upset about a movie since I watched the Lego Ninjago Movie. I did not wait over 8 fucking years to have the Minecraft movie look like that. God fucking damnit.

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[lanomin]

What are we supposed to do man? We put notes in for days and days that something is off with our birds, and then the vets come down and listen with a stethoscope and say uuhhh everything seems fine call us if it gets worse. Here's some pain meds I guess? And then it gets worse and we bring them up to the hospital and then say oh we have to euthanize them they're doing too badly. Like what do we do?!! What do we say to make them care. Why does this keep happening I feel so helpless all we can do is watch them die at this point. Tomorrow morning there's either going to be a dead bird or we're going to have to euthanize her like what the fuck. And we tell the vets hey there's something going on, and then 8 dead birds later they're like...I think somethings going on....

Why don't they listen???? I literally feel so insane, especially thinking of our last vet who was so proactive and good about listening to us and was always willing to see birds at the sign of anything wrong. Like I know if a tiger was exhibiting these symptoms the vets would come in personally to treat this as an emergency but what do we get? Some new techs who calls the fucking intern vet who's assigned to the animals that don't matter (ie our birds) and he just says yeah try pain meds. Oh she's losing function in both her legs? Idk we'll see her tomorrow

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part one - part two - part three (you're here!) - part four - part five- six

simon can't believe how far hes fallen.

Lurking outside high street underwear shops, stealing your phone, worst of all? He’s sipping tea in an overpriced coffee shop, you used to always want to meet him in the place opposite but he didn’t fancy a public indecency charge so he’d let you sit there for while, order drinks for the two of you and wait, when his tea turned told and yours had been drank you usually got a text saying to come over, he didn’t feel like going into town.

Your not even with him explaining that matcha is actually really good and he should try it, no your fawning over johnny and he’s watching his bird. He hopes this is rock bottom but he feels like it’s not.

"lass if I dinnae know better, I'd think ya' was avoiding me" his playful tone doesnt hide the hurt, he wants you to feel bad for ghosting him, and you do. Johnnys never been mean. Never mistreated you, why are you punishing him for Simon’s mistakes?

"im sorry, I know you and simon are close but he really did number on me and I just, I just don't wanna risk bumping into him." he can praticularly smell the the anxiety coming off you.

"Aye he’s been going mad, wants his wee bird back." Johnny says feigning sadness for his mate. in honestly Johnny was enjoying it, you were talking to him, looking at him, while simon gawked at you two from across the road.

you laugh, "no he wants a warm hole." you blurt out, causing Johnny to laugh, he expecting you to cry or something but not be that blunt.

“Lass hes just nae used to-” johnny tries to defend him but you cut him off, frustrated, you were what? a decade younger and knew how to treat people well.

“Used to what? He’s 40.” You snap back, Simon was old enough to know better.

“He’s nae 40 yet hen, and he’s not used to tiptoeing, ya know?” He laughs at you adding years to him, he’s sure Simon is seething but he can’t quite make out his expression

“Tiptoeing?” You question. You can accuse Simon of a lot of stuff but tiptoeing? Not fucking one of them, if stomping on people was an Olympic sport he’d be bringing home a gold medal.

“Yeah like your so sensitive lass and he’s nae really used to it.” Johnny says simply and when your face drops he knows his choice of words could maybe use some work especially when you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

Johnny cant help himself. he can see simon through the window, sipping on his tea as he watches this little pre date. So he calls him up, simon was saying earlier he misses that pretty voice well he actually complained about how much you used to talk at him and how the peace and quiet was actually nice.

However Johnnys an expert in simonisms and that means he miss you and wants you to come back to him, he gets the same treatment, they all do. telling him to be quiet.

when you rejoin the table his phone is face or screen down, speaker pointing towards you, next to a another drink for you.

How sweet of him:)

"had to keep ya here somehow," he explained as he asked how you were doing, you had left the flat so defeated. He hated to see a pretty girl so sad.

his eyes seemingly look pass you though, getting lost out the window. Usually he was attentive maybe he didn’t want to slag off Simon, but he keeps pushing, asking how you’re feeling, what you’ve been doing and though his eyes drift back to the window but you can ignore it, for now.

"I don't know,“ you stare into the drink you stir it, the ice clinking against the glass. “It just hurt and I feel so stupid.” It’s practically a whisper, you look like a kicked puppy and Johnny, Johnny’s staring out the window with a smirk on his face. Does he find it funny? Is he gonna tell Simon? Why would you slag off Simon to his best mate?

Anxiety starts to bubble, and you just wanna leave before you embarrass yourself anymore.

Your gaze follows his out the window, now you don’t have binoculars but that looks a little like Simon, weird. It would look too weird if you were to pull out your phone and zoom in with the camera. You start to feel for your phone but it’s not in your pocket, you must’ve slipped it into one of the bags.

“Johnny do you have the time?” You ask softly and before he can react, you’re flipping over his phone and greeted by Simon’s caller ID. What the fuck?

“Johnny what the fuck? “

“Lass-“ johnny doesn’t have time to concoct a lie, your up and glaring down at him, he’d never seen you angry but it was hot, he just wished it was in different, more come backable circumstances.

“No johnny what the fuck, has Simon been on the phone this entire time?” Your voice cracks and your lips tremble, embarrassed you opened up to him, Simon’s best fucking mate, embarrassed Simon knew how much he hurt

“No I don’t give a shit Simon can go fuck himself and so can you” you cut him off again, he can choke on whatever he was gonna say.

Before johnny can ask for his coffee in a to go cup you’re out the door, rushing home, tears stinging at your eyes once again. You just want to sprint home once you hear johnny belt out your name and you speed up, darting down an alleyway.

You wipe your tears before colliding into a wall you swore wasn’t there on the walk into town, a fleshy, human wall.

Its Simon.

Once again! How perfect .

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While im at it: maybe a cute blurb about Quinn x reader when the have been together for a while and she gets her period unexpectedly when she’s sleeping over. I had that happened to me before and it was mortifying and embarrassing but i feel like quinn would be sweet about it and make her feel better. Also i get super emotional and teary and stuff when im on my period and in pain so maybe that could be part of the blurb as well?🥴🥹🥰

I hope this is alright, lovie! Hopefully it checks all the boxes!

Morning had come too early.

Quinn was up before you, as was normal most days, but today you were in no hurry to get around. You had awoken to a very peculiar pain and you knew what it had signaled, but there was always a part of you that hoped that maybe it was just something else. Every single time it happened, "maybe it's just a stomachache or something," you'd try to convince yourself. However, every time it came around it was the same old situation.

It was never a big deal when it happened at your house, but you were at Quinn's this time. And, unfortunately, you were met with a not-so-nice surprise when you finally rolled out of bed. There it was, the unmistakable red stain on his pale grey sheets. You'd sigh before stripping the bed, grabbing something new to wear and your bag, and tiptoeing to the bathroom, hoping Quinn wouldn't hear you. "Of all goddamn days," you'd mutter to yourself, just annoyed with how your day was starting. A little cold water and some friction would do the trick in releasing the blood from the fabrics but still...what a start to the morning.

After everything was taken care of, you'd finally leave the bathroom in no better mood than when you had gotten up.

The sheets and your clothes would get thrown in that day's laundry; out of sight, out of mind, for now anyway.

"Babe, what, uh...what happened to the sheets?" Quinn asked loudly, extremely confused by the state of his bedroom. He hadn't remembered leaving it like it was: blankets on the floor, pillows in a mountain beside them, and the sheets gone. You had made it to the kitchen; hugging your knees to your chest in the chair at the island, when he'd come looking for you.

"Baby?" He would ask again, "did you hear me?"

"Yeah, I um...I had to strip the bed. Sorry," you finally replied, turning your head away from him.

Standing beside you, he'd take a minute from what he was doing to check in with you. "Are you okay?"

"What? Oh yeah, I'm...peachy," you said, rolling your eyes.

Quinn pouted, his lower lip quite pronounced though you weren't looking at him. He'd reach out to put his hand to your back but you'd shrug him off.

"I'm fine, Quinn. You don't have to hover." Pushing past him, you'd return to the bedroom and lock the door behind you. His pout was gone now, replaced with his sad, puppy eyes instead and a heavy feeling in his chest.

"Baby?" He asked, standing in front of the door. He'd try the knob, but upon finding it locked he would sigh. He didn't know what he had done to make you so mad and so quickly. "Can you tell me what's wrong? Or...what I did?"

By the time he had gotten to the door, you had already pulled a fresh set of sheets from one of the drawers beneath the bed and was in the process of remaking it, wishing this entire conversation would come to an end. He would continue to try and get you to talk to him, but you would simply ignore him as you kept working. In the moment, you didn't care how he felt, you just want him to stop pressing what was wrong. You'd have enough self-restraint to keep from yelling at him to leave you alone, but not much.

Defeated and shutout, Quinn shuffled back to the living room and sat down on the sofa. His heart hurt; you had never been mad at him like this before, not in person at least. What had he done? Eventually, the bed got made, new pillowcases and sheets, and thankfully you hadn't needed to do any spot treatment on the mattress topper. It was bad enough you had to rinse the sheet stain in the sink, trying to explain why the mattress was wet was something you were happy to avoid.

With the bedroom put back together, you grabbed up the rest of the linens and went to leave the bedroom. By then, you were feeling guilty about how you had snapped at Quinn and as you stood paused at the door, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. How could you have said (and thought) such things? Hormones were a dangerous thing to not have control over. Quietly, you turned the lock and stepped out. Sitting on the sofa was Quinn with his head in his hands. The sight broke you; the tears like a floodgate after you blinked. You'd drop what you were holding and run over to him in a hurry.

"Oh, Quinn, I'm so sorry!"

He turned towards you, hearing your socked feet against the hardwood floor, standing to take you into his arms. Quinn would hold you so tightly as you cried just over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I made you mad," he said softly.

"I shouldn't have been so mean to you! I'm the one who should be sorry!" Tears streamed down your cheeks as you sniffled, trying to contain your emotions but you were failing.

"What's wrong?" He asked, leaning his head against yours, hands still tight around your body. "Talk to me. Please?"

"I...I got blood on your sheets."

"That's okay, baby," he reassured, placing a kiss against your ear. "I don't care about that stuff. You should have just told me, I would have helped you. I could have taken care of everything for you."

"I couldn't have asked that of you. I did it..."

"It happens, sweetheart. It's natural; it doesn't gross me out, okay? Not a big deal at all."

Somehow, his kindness made you cry more, and you would dig your nails into his back, fearful he was going to pull away.

"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings," you wept.

Quinn shook his head slightly, "I'm okay, sweetheart. I just didn't know what had happened. You know you can talk to me about anything, you know? I'll never judge you for anything -- ever."

He truly wasn't like most guys, which made how you treated him earlier so much worse. "I can't believe I did that to you!"

"Shhh," he whispered, a hand now resting on the back of your head, the other low around your waist. "I'm not mad at you. Let me take care of you, today, hm?"

How could you let him do such a kindness to you when you were so sour with him mere moments ago? How was he so kind when he had every right to be upset and distant?

"No, baby," you declined, not because you didn't want him to dote on you, but because you didn't think you deserved it.

"Please? I want to."

There simply was no telling him -- no. Your silence would let him know you had folded and his soft words would leave you melting.

"Why don't you sit down while I go draw you a bath, okay?"

Reluctantly, you withdrew your hands from his back and let some space develop between the two of you. Quinn gave you a smile, wiping away the lingering tears from your cheek. His hand would caress it after, pulling you forward for a quick kiss.

"I won't be too long, okay? I'll get everything ready and I'll come get you."

You gave a nod, his hand falling away from your face slowly. Finding your seat at the island, you'd wait patiently for Quinn to return. You couldn't help but feel so guilty about having him do things for you, especially after you had made him feel so poorly. Maybe there was something you could do for him, but while you sat there and pondered, nothing came to mind.

Hearing doors open and close, you wondered what he was up to, but you'd stay where you were to avoid spoiling his surprise.

"Alright, sweetheart," Quinn said, walking to the end of the hallway. "Why aren't you sitting on the sofa?"

"I don't--," you stammered, finding it hard to find your words. "I didn't want to get anything...on it. Things happen...you know."

"And I'll take care of it, baby. Today is about you being comfortable."

You made your way over to him, trying not to be sad. "You're far too sweet."

Quinn shook his head, "I'm giving you exactly what you need."

"Quinny," you mumbled, your eyes feeling wet with tears again.

"All for you, sweetheart."

You'd allow him to lead you down the hall to the bathroom which was blanketed with steam. The air smelled like a multitude of different floral notes and the warmth of the room danced around your exposed skin.

"I'm going to give you some time alone to get comfortable then I'll be back to check on you."

- - -

There was a knock at the door.

"May I come in?" Quinn asked just on the other side.

"Mhm," you replied, submerged in the still steaming water just below your shoulders. Your hair was up, with a few tendril-like strands framing your face.

"Hello, beautiful." There was a mug in his hand as he approached you with another smile on his lips. There was nothing you loved more than seeing that genuine expression light up his face. You couldn't keep your stomach from doing a flip-flop feeling, just being overwhelmed with his sweet generosity.

"How are you feeling?" He asked handing you the cup. "Careful, it's hot."

"Thank you, baby, and I'm okay."

He pouted, playfully, "Aw, just 'okay'? I'll have to try harder I guess."

Before you could tell him there was nothing more he needed to do, due to the cup to your lips, Quinn stepped around to the back of the free-standing tub and put his hands on your shoulders. The feeling of his touch made your eyes roll up into your head slightly. His delicate fingers began to knead away any tension you had been carrying. You couldn't help but let the faintest moan escape your lips. Quinn didn't need to ask you if what he was doing felt okay, and you also wouldn't be able to see his smirk either. Lost in the bliss of his touch, your head would fall forward slightly. Quinn hinged slightly at his waist to be able to place the softest of kisses to your neck.

"I love you," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.

Goosebumps surged over your bare skin, feeling his breath against your neck. Now was not the time to want him in that way, but he was making it too easy.

"You're teasing me," you whined, your eyes still closed, but enjoying every single second of him on your skin.

"But do you feel good?"

"Mhm."

He grinned, placing, in quick succession, several more from your ear down the curve of your neck. "Is there anything I can get you?"

"No, baby, you've done more than enough," you replied, nearly breathless. "Thank you."

"You let me know when you're ready to get out, okay?"

"Maybe another ten minutes?"

Quinn nodded, letting his fingertips trail across your shoulders as he moved back towards the door. "Take your time."

Almost like he had set a timer, Quinn came back within ten or so minutes, a towel and stack of clothes in his arms.

"Fresh out of the dryer."

"Oh, Quinn," you said, taken aback by his kindness.

"Just trying to help."

- - -

The warm towel and clothes had been a nice transition from the bath water and had been something that hadn't crossed your mind to do or ask for. Just the thought of it again made you smile. It had been several minutes since Quinn had came to check on your which made you wonder what he could be up to now. Knowing him, it would be something for sure.

He had brought you one of his hoodies, a t-shirt, some leggings, and a pair of thick fuzzy socks; your usual "time-of-the-month" outfit. Quinn's observance was unapparelled. You dressed quickly and dealt with things in the bathroom before seeing what your man was up to.

"Quinny?" You asked, looking around.

"I was just about to see if you were alright!" He replied, meeting you in the hall. "How was your bath?"

"Wonderful," you said, giving him a kiss. "Thank you."

Quinn smiled, taking your hand. "One more thing for you."

"Baby," you whined, feeling he had simply done enough, but you'd follow him without hesitation.

There, in the living room, Quinn had the sofa all set up. There were pillows from the bedroom, a couple quilts folded back with a heating pad sandwiched in, and a towel down covering the cushion. Your eyes had migrated there first, which brought on a wave a guilt.

"It's just to ease your mind, baby," Quinn said, seeing the change in your mood. "I don't care what happens to the sofa. It's just stuff. This wasn't to make you feel bad."

"Okay," you mumbled, trying to stay happy, letting go of his hand to sit down. Quinn was quick to tuck you in, after placing the heating pad against your stomach.

"Baby, you don't have to do everything."

He just laughed, "I know. Here's the remote-thing for that, I didn't know how hot you would want it."

"It's perfect, sweetheart, thank you."

Quinn sat down beside you, his hand finding yours as you leaned your head on his shoulder. "Lunch?"

"Okay," you said yawning. That bath had really drained your energy, but everything had been perfect. "What do you want?"

"What do /you/ want?" He pressed, giving your hand a squeeze.

"I want a nap."

Quinn laughed again. He couldn't deny that a nap sounded pretty good to him as well. "Well, let's order something and we'll curl up for a nap?"

It was too late for you, because as soon as your eyes came to a close, hand-in-hand with Quinn, you were out.

"Babe?" He asked when you didn't answer him about lunch, but all he could do was chuckle quietly. "Nap first, then lunch. Fine with me."

[danikamariewrites]

daddy az please and thanks!!

(i want a baby so bad rn im abt to ask the man for one)

Dad!Azriel headcanons

Azriel x reader

Notes: i don’t want kids but i would have his babies (also sorry this is short)

Warnings: slight mention of childbirth

When you told him that you’re pregnant he was so happy. Crazy overjoyed and couldn’t believe that you guys were going to be parents

He was a worrier during your pregnancy

Az hovered A LOT. He just wanted to make sure you were safe and comfy

“Azzy, I told you I’m fine. The babe is fine.” You would say to him. “I know, I’m sorry. I just can’t help it.” He’d say, pulling you into a hug

You didn’t mind that much though. You were glad Azriel was protective of his family

You knew you and your babe would never have to fear anything because of your mate

When the day came for your child to come into the world you were extremely calm having Madja by your side

The old healer had to kick him out of the room because of his hovering and never ending questions, only letting him back in when you were starting to push

You had given birth to a beautiful baby boy that immediately became the light of your lives

A few weeks after your baby boy had been born Azriel had a woken up and gone into the nursery to watch the babe sleep. Azriel couldn’t help but think about how he would be as a father now that it was real

He didn’t really have a parental figure to look up to. Az was never really allowed to be around his mother, his father sucked, Rhys’s father wasn’t that much better

But then it hit him. He had Rhys’s mother in his memory and Rhys and Feyre to look to now

Az is a very hands on dad. He doesn’t want to miss a minute of this with you and the babe

Watching Az play with the babe made you so unbelievably happy. Getting to watch your little family is the best thing you’ve ever witnessed

While he’s a mamas boy there’s no denying your little boy is his father’s mini me. They have the same dark hair, same hazel eyes, but your face

He loves acting like his dad. He always makes his wings copy Azriel’s wing movements and wants blue siphons. Usually when Az can’t find one of his siphons you two usually find your boy trying to tie it to his hand with Azriel’s boot laces. He looks up at you two from his hiding spot with a huge smile, “Look mama! I’m just like dad!” Your hearts melt at his excitement

That’s why it’s so tough to burst his happy little bubble

Azriel feels bad taking the siphon from his little boy, but he needs it

Punishing or reprimanding your sweet boy was always difficult. He never did anything terribly wrong, but saying no was never easy

It’s especially hard for Azriel. He doesn’t want to be seen as a monster (exactly what his father was). When he gives Az his signature pout Azriel always gives in.

An example: “dad, can we have ice cream for dinner? Mama is working late she won’t know.” Azriel raised a brow at the little boy. “Now, now we can’t be hiding things from your mama. She’d be mad at us and ban ice cream from the house.” “But please dada,” he pouts, giving Az his best sad eyes. After a minute Azriel hung his head in defeat. “Ok, but you need to eat a vegetable too.” “YAY!”

[elvisslut]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

An: I know its not elvis ill write elvis asap but billie is wife so i want angst

Banner:uzmacchiato

Small blurb

TW- ANGST, slightly smut, name calling, billies temper(idk if thats a warning), thoughts of another woman, cheating, car crash, not proof read, i think thats it

“Fuck..” billie breathed out, nearing her climax as you were about to reach yours.

“Billie..im close..” you moan, billie nodded in understanding.

“Me too ally..” she huffs, you lay your hand on her shoulder and stop her after you registered what was just said. “Who the fuck is ally?” You ask, rightfully mad.

“Billie? Who the fuck is ally?” You ask again, billie stayed quiet, searching your face. “Stop im done, im going home” you say, billie pulls out and takes her strap off, fixing hers, going to fix yours.

You slap her hand away and shake your head, fixing your pants and getting up. “Thinking about another woman is insane.. ‘you’re the only one for me’ such bullshit” you ramble, getting your stuff together.

“Hey, wait why are you taking all your stuff?” She asks. “Im not gonna be with you if you want to be with another woman. Not gonna hold you back from something you want” you say. To be fair, you did come to the decision incredibly fast but who wouldn’t.

“No youre not, i want you” she says, getting up and grabbing some of your stuff from you. “Shut the fuck up” you say.

“Dont tell me what to do y/n” she huffs, anger starting to mask the guilt and sadness she felt. “You don’t have to worry about that in a moment” you spit out.

“You’re not going anywhere” she says. “Oh yeah? Try and fucking stop me, you fucking cheating bitch” you seethe, going out of the bedroom and heading to the door.

“Dont call me a bitch!” She yells, grabbing your arm and yanking you back. She’s never laid a hand on you or anything but that was worrying, you stared at her. What comes after this? Will she beat the shit out of you? Of course not but you were worried about just in the moment so you questioned it.

“You’re not going anywhere.” She says, grabbing your stuff and slamming it against the wall. “Sit your fucking ass down” she says, gritting her teeth.

“Fuck you.” You say, she grabs your wrist and tugs you to the couch making you sit down. “Stop acting like this” she says, you stare at her your lips parting.

You wouldn’t have actually left her. You would have ran back to her, you love her more than you need oxygen to live. She was your home even if she wasn’t the best home right now with everything she was dealing with, ally? Who is ally though. How is she better than you? How can she take billie from you? Your thoughts were too consumed to realize billie started to cry.

You payed more attention to her and frowned a bit as you see her tears. “Im sorry..” she breathes out. You’d forgive her, you already did honestly, there is noone else in the world youd fake sleep for so you could listen to her breathe, noone else you’d be okay talking to about true crime.

Billie was the definition of everything and she was your everything. Sometimes you’d have to share even though you shouldn’t have to, shes billie eilish, the world’s favorite pop-star. There’s no way she’d ever only be yours.

“Its fine..” you say quietly, defeat coating your voice. Billie bit her lip, she knows what she did, she knows what shes doing. You were going to die in this relationship or die wanting it.

“Im going on a drive” you say, she nods and runs a hand through her hair.

You’d been gone for a while, too long. Billie was worried you came to your senses and left her in the dust. You didn’t answer her calls, you didn’t text- nothing, absolutely nothing.

The next morning she was frantically calling and texting you, you hadn’t come back once. She was scared she’d lost you, seriously this time. He hope rose as a knock came from the door, she goes and answers it, her heart sinking as the cops stand there.

“Ms.O’Connell, we regret to inform you that Y/n L/n has been in an accident and is in the hospital right now. You were the emergency contact and address, there was no pick up when we tried the phone this morning.” One of the officers state. Billie stares at him then nods, grabbing her keys.

“Excuse me” she says, going past them getting in her car and going to the hospital, she was on pilot mode as she thought about everything. She walked in the hospital, half functioning as she asked about you and went your room.

She snapped out of her trance once she saw you, sitting down and looking over your beaten up face, swollen and bruised from the airbag.

“Baby..its me..im sorry for leaving you leave” she says, sniffling. “Im sorry for cheating on you..i was on tour and couldn’t help myself..i missed you so much then i just kept doing it..im sorry..you deserve better..” she says, tears falling down her cheeks.

“Promise you won’t again?” You suddenly ask, she hums as you open your eyes.

“Im leaving you y/n..i can’t let you be with me..you need better” she says, you frown. “You’re gonna leave me after i almost died crying over you?” You ask

“Thats why i need to..im not going to let you go through that again..im sorry i need to go..” she says, getting up and leaving.

You watch her back as she leaves, tears filling your eyes. You just lost the one thing that made you go right instead of left into the tree, she was everything and now you’re left with nothing, like sand that sifts through your fingers.

Maybe you should have went left.

[haven-gum-rockrose]

I WANT TO GET HIM ONE OF THOSE SUN LAMPS SO BAD

This man is so vitamin d deficient

[callme-holly]

Hey, could you write a Dallas x reader who didn't do well on a test or something and is really stressed about it?? Like him comforting them and such, thanks :)

𝐢'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 - 𝐃.𝐖

a/n: slowly getting back into the flow. this was very self reflection/vent im sorry

Dallas had known something was wrong the moment you didn’t pick up the phone, that familiar sense of dread and unease curling in his lower stomach as the phone rang out, leaving him to slam it back down onto the receiver with no reply and a much more crowded mind than before.

He hadn’t really thought about what he was doing, didn’t have any rational thought behind his actions; it never once crossed his mind that you were okay, that you were sleeping… He just knew that something wasn’t right, and he needed to be there for it. 

Your room was silent when he stepped in, and it didn’t take a genius to sense your misery. It practically radiated off of you in waves, hitting him like a tsunami and dragging him under. He wasn’t one for comfort, was far too awkward and inexperienced when it came to any form of human emotions… But the second he saw the graded paper on your desk in front of you, he could guess what was wrong.

“Nice grade…” he mumbled, causing you to startle. He wasn’t being sarcastic, not at all. Your grade was good, but it wasn’t your average. And that’s what’s bothered you. You could do better, and yet you’d gotten lower despite how hard you tried.

“Dont…” You mumbled weakly, grabbing the paper and stuffing it amongst a pile of things that would never see the light of day again. It was better unseen. 

Dallas only hummed in response, lazy yet understanding as he sat on the edge of your desk, twirling your pen between his fingers. “I mean it. Ain’t bad. I’ve seen worse.”

He was trying to help; you knew that. But it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You wanted to be the best, wanted the grade you’d envisioned. Your friends had gotten higher than you, had scored at least a grade above you, and some selfish part of you hated them for that. You were the smart one; you were always the one on top…

“Hey”, Dallas’ voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you met his eyes once more. You sniffled lightly; you weren’t going to try, not over something as small as this. And yet the emotions bubbling up inside of you were so incredibly overwhelming that you couldn’t help it. 

“I just... I thought I’d do better.” You whispered, sounding so incredibly defeated and hurt , that it crushed Dallas. He’d never cared about grades, about school, but he had seen how hard you tried, how much effort you’d put into this test… And in your eyes it was all for nothing.

“So what? You tried; that’s what matters, doll. Who cares if it ain’t your average? This test don’t dictate your whole life.” He let you lean into him, brushing a small, tender kiss to your forehead. You needed this. “If your friends did better, who cares? You still did good and people are proud of ya.” He didn’t say it directly, but you knew it. He was proud of you.

“I just feel horrible for being jealous.” You dropped your gaze, shame washing over you, your eyes downcast and sad. It was wrong of you to feel envious for turning the anger towards yourself into anger towards them simply because they did better. It wasn’t fair, and yet you couldn’t help it.

“It’s normal,” Dallas shrugged, tilting your face up so your eyes met his once more. His voice was low; its usual roughness was still present, but there was an unfamiliar softness to it that made you pause.

“How would you know?” You didn’t mean it in a malicious way; Dallas had never cared about school or exams, so how could he ever tell you what was normal to feel afterwards? Still, he didn’t take offence, merely shrugging.

“Because everyone gets mad at the people who do better than them. It’s normal, doll. You’re used to being good and now you’re not at your best. It hurts, but I ain’t gonna judge you for being angry ‘bout it, man.”

It didn’t make total sense, and it wasn’t logical at all, but it helped you to feel slightly less guilty and took a little weight off your shoulders. He wasn’t going to judge you. He supported you, and he was proud of you. And you supposed that was what mattered most. 

[romsabombs]

OH BOY

Malevolent part 51 "The Purpose" notes

omg purpose... is it about oscar

ok faroe metaphor :(

who did we kill this time😐

what is going on bro

lilith.....!!!!!

HELL IS EMPTY AND ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE??? WHATTT THATS HARD

MY FAVOOORITEEEE💥💥 :3333

this is awesome LILITHH

THE PORTRAIT i was right about this

what the freak!!!☹️☹️ mean as hell

"which is worse, to die or to have never existed?" idk ask shubby

WHAT two weeks😦 new prison pits??

"you've been here from the start" hmm do u think the radio static at the end of each episode is lilith listening in

what is going on bro

ok who is gonna die . i think antoine

oh .. .lilith mention

what is going on bro

two days ago..

bro really thought hed go this far and have no one question his motives

blackstone is just portable kiy

a key huh . thats why kayne needs it

WOAH WHAT WAIT HUH WHA😨

MOOOVE ORTHORR

naur not the horse :(

this is hot

JUST LIKE DADDY HELLOO????😀

that was HOT

"you are being manipulated" ya no shit

arthur my pet🥰<3

shes known about u forever bro

arthur my sweet boy :33

do u think harlans voice SUFFERS doing the lilith voice

ofc we remember the butchers chair..

how is that rabid dog👺 okayyy...

DEAD and GONE 💜

"not all things that are dead are gone. and not all things gone are dead" faroe:(

the campfire light :(( OHH FAROE :(

Bull Shit 😐

THE GLASS? "you thought i'd forget:)"

oh no her magic 🤕

"let me look at it" his blind ass

oh 😟😟😟😟😟

did alia predict this

"something sinister assaults my will" OH 😦

bro they all trust him to have good intentions AND HE DOES but its . but :( but hes giving it to the enemy

"i cant do this without you" ok vro..

WOAH 🤕 nononono :(( god☹️

put him down like a sick dog

:( :( ohhh this is sad . lily all over again

it felt Necessary:(

HAHA evil thing to say

is this the first time characters have talked over eachother

it WAS antoine im correct about everything actually :33

ONE OF THREE?? ohh many more seasons to go

AZATOTH MENTIONED💥💥

ok deadnaming her dad funny as hell

the FLESH!!!!!!! 🤕

"power👺" "is that so😐"

you LIE 😡😡😡

dang he like actually cared about these people?? wild

:(( ohh antoine never survives the horrors

will we have to kill him AGAIN but fr this time???

eat the elephant‼️

day of wrath is near😟😟😟

OH SHES the day of wrath??!!

"how can i keep going" :•(

aw :((( MAN ☹️☹️☹️

what if i bash my skull into a wall

antoine bro SIT DOWN😭

scratch........🧍‍♂️

"is everything alright" "yes m'lord . besides the way i feel" me asf

thats so SADDD protect his ass 😞

they never tell him anything bro

oh wait . no nvm he knows

ohhh hes going mad🤕 jesus christ

talking over eachother again

"oh! 😃 anything! 😁"

antoine....😞

OHHH COME ON :((( WHATAT :( NOT THE WAYLAY 😟😟😟

brother you've BEEN there

his atheist ass why couldnt he jus lie

yeah what the freak . just LIE

WHAT :( :( ohh antoine :( 😞

i love this episode structure its so interesting

arthur loves not taking responsibility for his actions

:(( FAROE :( the fire can't fight the rain

WHY LIT A FIRE THAT IS SURE TO DIE??????? WHAT :(

oh this episode is devastating

he had a life :(

this is CRAZY 😟 NOO ALIA

shes just a girl living in captivity..☹️

she had to sleep eventually 😓😓

"i did not doubt you but i needed to try myself" "i understand" ohh he sounds so defeated

oh antoine 😞😞 send his ass back to the lighthouse

at least he slept ..

"let me see it" BLIND‼️‼️

THIS IS SO SAD dont yell at him bro

nurse hes talking to himself again

OHHHH this is DEVASTATING

god damn it . its the end of the world

we LEAVE her :( 🤕🤕🤕 if i fell into eternal slumber would u leaveme. ..

what thefreak!!! we should try true loves kiss

oh she left us a letter :(

thats TERRIBLE

BRO ITS ANTOINE 🧍‍♂️

lilith shes a girls girl🎀

shes traumadumping

yeah dont give it to her asf

hes like humanitys spokesperson

💥💥DADDY💥💥

racism is TAUGHT 💜

shes losing the idgaf war

shes so passionate about deadnaming her father

hes so HOT idc idc

not for comfort..

ANTOINEEEE ‼️‼️‼️‼️

antoine your whimpering is awfully distracting

lilith help us??🎀

DIVORCE DIVORCE DIVORCE🎊🎊

GOD I MISSED THIS divorce arc

"i need somewhere to scream at the top of my lungs. if they didnt hurt so fucking much" :((( hes so me

YORICK HASNT YAPPED FOR TWO WEEKS??????? fork found in GARAGE

NOOOO dont be cruel :( BRO BRO

WHAT THE FREAKKKK 🧍‍♂️☹️

it was a TEST

has he gone mad 😟😟😟

NO WHERE ??!! 😦

was it a test????

HAHA they dont TRUST him!!!!!!

antoine :( ..... 🤕

they r so alike

i cant believe it was CLICKBAIT

:(( ohhh this is TERRIBLE

HAHA what do we do now like. where are we without hope

god .

hes still ALIVE bro . hes a fighter

OHH what if i SOB and PISS and DIE

HARDDD one of the hardest monologues in the show i fear

purpose mentioned

YAAAA FUCK YOU‼️‼️‼️

WHAT BRO leave our girl faroe alone

"sometimes the things that were in our life for far too little time make the biggest impacts" OHHH WHAATATTT WHAT IF I DIE☹️☹️☹️☹️

whole ass episode about faroe and they aint even say her name once. CINEMA

ohh this MUSIC i fw this HEAVY

her death didnt have to be the end for him :( SOBBING CRYING PISSING

when one door shuts and locks another secret little hatch opens somewhere

NONONONO not today 👺👺

"you do what you have to do. i'll enjoy the starlight" he WINS the idgaf war

im literally gonna EXPLODE

first severance finale now THIS

next episode nightmare part 2 ??? i LOVED that episode im a sucker for nightmare sequences asf

guys i think he finally accepted her death :((

brb gonna THROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[peachhcs]

losing the championships

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

will's self-doubt creeps in after losing the finals making him snap at the one person who's always there for him, almost making her turn her back on him.

2.6k words

warnings: a bit of angst, arguing, crying, this is a sad post in general

ik im feeding y’all rn but i feel weird putting this out in two days and not now haha, but guys you know i had to do it. i had to get the angst out. i think this is like the first angsty post in the series?? i hate when there is angst, but i love writing it lmao. i'm not sure how accurate some of this is, but i hope the trio stays on for another season!! i'd actually be devestated if they don't. anyways keep requesting!! <3

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it didn’t feel real. nothing felt real watching her best friends crumple to the ice in utter defeat and heartbreak just two days after winning the semifinals. samy stood up in the stands nearly motionless while everything around her fell silent. she didn’t think those moments were actually real whenever they played in movies, but here she was hardly focusing on anything but her best friends in tears. 

her eyes couldn’t leave ryan on his knees with his face in the ice. she just wanted to wrap all of them into her arms so none of them would feel this type of pain anymore. 

the stupid jumbotron panned to everyone’s reactions, basically putting the boys on full blast when they most definitely didn’t want anyone to see them crying like they were. samy’s heart only broke further when she finally looked down at her boyfriend trying to hold himself together while comforting a sobbing ryan and teary gabe. 

her own eyes grew teary seeing those three so destroyed not knowing what was next for any of them. that was probably the scariest part. 

when will searched for samy’s gaze the waterworks broke like a dam for the couple. the youngest hughes was completely crying and will’s shame settled into his skin that he lost the game without even scoring a single point. 

their coach urged the boys down the tunnel before the cameras could get any more shots of them. samy tried pulling herself together, but her hiccuping cries didn’t stop slipping out no matter how hard she tried holding them in. 

boston’s side of the lobby was nearly silent which almost mirrored michigan’s team two days ago. suddenly, seeing those happy memories wasn’t as easy anymore. samy’s mind raced wondering if this game really was the last for her favorite trio or if they’d stay on one more season with boston. 

thirty minutes passed before the bc boys slowly trickled out of the locker room. their bloodshot eyes and tear stained faces were enough to send more tears into samy’s own eyes. her lip quivered waiting for her boyfriend to appear, but he didn’t come out after his usual spot behind ryan and gabe. the two boys found samy’s gaze, frowning even deeper. 

“hey, i’m so sorry. i-i have no words,” samy brought them into big hugs hoping to ease a bit of their ache. 

“what a fucking night,” ryan muttered bitterly. 

“you guys played well. those refs were idiots making calls,” the brunette shook her head. 

“will’s still in there. he’s..he’s not taking this one too well. you can go in if you want, but he may explode. I i don’t want you to think he’s mad at you, he’ll just find something to take his anger out on,” gabe explained briefly. samy’s eyes slid towards the locker room doorway where her boyfriend hid. 

“don’t worry, i know how he gets. I’ll see if i can talk to him,” she couldn’t be scared of will. 

he was her best friend and boyfriend. he’d never intentionally hurt her and if he said things, she knew he was just angry with himself, not her. the girl shuffled her way towards the locker room trying to put on a brave face for will’s sake. 

she knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. her eyes scanned the practically empty room until she found her boyfriend slumped in his stall at the end of the benches. her hands trembled as she slid further in and leaned against the door. 

“will?” 

his eyes snapped towards hers. he looked like a mess and that only unleashed more waterworks seeing him in this state. it wasn’t one samy saw him a lot in, so when she did, it hurt extra hard. 

“if you’re here to try and make me feel better, i don’t wanna hear it,” the boy mumbled bitterly which quickly caught samy off guard. 

she wasn’t expecting that from him so immediately. 

“i’m not. just here to be with you,” the girl said, trying to hide the shake in her voice. 

“well, i’m not really in the mood to be around anyone right now. just go. i’ll be out in a few minutes,” the bitterness in his voice definitely stung, but samy tried shaking him off knowing he was just upset. 

“will..” she inched forward, wanting to reach out to him. he looked as if anyone touched him he’d just break into a million pieces. 

“i said go. i don’t need your fucking sympathy. i feel feel like shit,” the blonde snapped this time making samy instantly draw back. 

“i know you’re upset, i get it. this loss fucking sucks. i’m just trying—” 

“you don’t fucking get it, samy! i just lost the championship game 2-0. we scored zero points. you know how fucking embarrassing that is? i’ve been trying to prove myself all season about how good i can be and then i lose the championship game. you’ll never fucking get it!” there it was. 

will’s tone rose with anger and hurt all mixed into one. samy swallowed the nerves climbing higher in her stomach as she tried remembering none of this was really directed at her. she was just the person will was getting his anger out on. 

“i-i do get it, will. remember my championship game in december? we choked. i-i get it, i do. it sucks and i’m so sorry it ended this way. i wish it didn’t—”

“stop saying you get it. it’s not the fucking same. you’ve never had to work for anything in your life because of your family!” 

the blonde’s harsh words finally hit a nerve. samy’s face twisted and she didn’t know anymore if he really didn’t mean it or not, but through the anger, will realized what he said. 

“samy..i didn’t—”

“fuck you, will. you of all people should know how hard i’ve worked to be where i am right now. i know you’re upset about everything right now, but you don’t need to bring me down to make yourself feel better. don’t bother waiting up. i’m leaving with ryan and gabe,” samy stormed out of the locker room before will could say anything more.

the tears streamed down her face as soon as she was in the lobby again. ryan and gabe instantly noticed her distraught expression, immediately going to her. 

“shit, what happened?” ryan muttered. 

“can we just go? i can’t deal with him right now,” samy choked out. the two exchanged a worried glance, but obliged. 

the whole ride back to the hotel was nothing but silence as everyone reeled from the disappointing night. 

—

gabe let samy camp out in his hotel room for the night. he didn’t dare ask her what happened in the locker room knowing she’d tell him if she wanted to; however, the dark-haired boy wanted to go knock some sense into will knowing he most definitely snapped too hard at samy which made her want to avoid him. 

it was almost two in the morning when there was a small knock. still awake, the two exchanged wary glances, so gabe got the door. 

he pulled it open to reveal a very weary, teary-eyed, sad, and frustrated will. for a moment, gabe almost let him in, but he stopped himself because he didn’t want the boy blowing up at samy again. the girl sat nervously on the bed just out of sight of the door listening in on them.

“is she here?” will rasped out, voice dry from the amount he cried after samy left the locker room and getting back to the hotel. 

“i’m not sure i wanna answer that,” gabe stood his ground. 

“come on, perreault. leno said he didn’t have her,” will tried again. 

hearing how wrecked he sounded broke samy’s heart all over again. gabe gazed back at her, a look in his eyes asking her if she really wanted to see him. 

even though he insulted her, something in samy was still trying to justify it for him being upset and angry. she really wanted to believe he didn’t mean it. with that, the girl crawled off the bed and shuffled her way behind gabe’s 6’1 figure. 

“we can talk in your room,” samy mumbled. 

“o-okay,” the shake in her boyfriend’s voice made samy want to lunge herself at him and make all the pain go away, but she had to stand up for herself still. 

“you’re sure?” gabe wondered before letting her go. 

“i’m sure. i’ll see you tomorrow,” she rubbed his arm and stepped around him. 

her and will walked three doors down where his hotel room was. it was basically hers too since most of her stuff was scattered across the room over the past few days they’ve been there. 

will shut the door behind them. the brunette looked at him expectantly knowing she said everything she could. a beat of silence passed before the tears quickly filled the blonde’s eyes and he started completely sobbing in front of her. he crumpled against the door, choking sobs falling from his lips as he body sunk into the ground. 

for a second, samy just stared at him until her instincts kicked in and she went to him without hesitation this time. 

“oh will,” she curled into his side, stroking his hair as his body fell into hers. 

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean any of it. i don’t know why i said it. i was upset and i know that’s not an excuse at all,” the boy rambled into her shoulder. 

“i know this loss hurts, but taking your anger out on people with harsh words isn’t gonna make it better,” samy said.

“i know, i know. i-i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have lashed out on you. that’s not fair to you at all.” 

“i was just trying to comfort you like i always do after losses,” the girl hated seeing her boyfriend so upset like this. his tears dripped everywhere on her even after samy tried wiping them away with her thumb. 

“i know. i shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. i just.. I didn’t want you to see me like that,” will’s voice grew softer at his small admission. 

“what do you mean like that?” i’ve seen you lose games before.”

“i don’t know if this is how you felt after your soccer game, but i felt so pathetic for losing a championship game where we didn’t even score. my pride was hurt and i worried you’d think i wasn’t good enough anymore because i lost like that,” his words continued breaking samy’s heart. 

she grabbed ahold of his face so he was looking at her, “i’d never think any less of you because you lost. it happens. you’re not pathetic for losing and i promise it doesn’t make me look at you any differently.” 

“i guess i’m just always scared you’ll get sick of me and realize i’m not actually worth it. that and a hundred other emotions were just going through me and it came out really wrong,” will frowned. 

a small sigh escaped the girl’s lips hearing the boy she’s known all her life doubt himself so much. “you’re always worth it, will. nothing’s ever gonna change that for me, okay? i’m always gonna be in love with you and wanna be around you win or lose, whatever's happening in your career. you’re stuck with me,” a small laugh escaped their lips at the last part. 

“i know that. i just get really doubtful when i get down on myself and hard losses like that happen.” 

“i get it, but i’m not going anywhere, okay? you played your best tonight, those refs were making shit calls and unfortunately, denver just figured us out.” 

a small nod came from will. he pushed his forehead onto samy’s just trying to ease all the thoughts running through his mind while focusing on the way she ran her fingers gently through his hair and around his curls. some of his roots were rough and red from the way he pulled harshly on them earlier, so her gentle motions slowly eased the ache. 

“i’m scared that i don’t know what’s gonna happen next with any of us,” will spoke again after a small silence. 

he lifted his head again to meet his girlfriend’s gaze before leaning it against the door. 

“are you gonna sign on?” the idea played in samy’s mind as well after tonight’s game. 

the decision was entirely up to the coaches of each of the guy’s respective teams, but considering how well all of them played and improved in one season, they may want them sooner rather than later. 

“i don’t know. it’s up to whether the sharks want me now or later,” will answered. 

“have you talked to ryan or gabe? what they may do?” 

“washington’s pushing closer to the playoffs. they may want ryan on for it. i dunno. gabe’s most likely gonna stay. i don’t think the rangers are quite ready for him yet. the ideal situation is we all stay one one more season with boston,” will explained a bit, his fingers drawing mindles shapes into samy’s leg. 

“what do the sharks say about you?” the girl wondered with a raised eyebrow. 

“you know what they say about me. they want me now. they wanna wait another year. it’s..sort of up to me i guess,” will shrugged a bit, avoiding eye contact. 

“would you sign on now?” she rephrased her question from earlier. 

“if i sign on now, my entire life gets flipped around in a week and i have to move to california, but then i’d possibly get to play in the playoffs. if i wait, i get to stay with boston and everyone for another year and more importantly, see you more frequently than if i was in california,” samy rolled her eyes at the last part—he was always so down bad for her. 

“don’t make the decision based on me, will. you’ll see me still.” 

“i know, but i think i do subconsciously anyway. you’re just my life now,” his words sent a deep blush across the girl’s cheeks. 

“i’m flattered,” she rubbed the side of his cheek making him lean into her touch. 

“you’re everything to me, samy. i’m really, really in love with you and i can’t imagine my life without you in it,” will smiled softly. 

the girl flushed, but returned his smile. hearing those kinds of things come out of his mouth was still something the brunette was getting used to even after 9 months of being together. 

“you’re everything to me too, will. i love you a lot.” 

the boy leaned forward to place a gentle, yet loving kiss on her lips. they melted into one another, small sighs escaping their mouths at the contact. her hands tugged at his curls while his own curved around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer like he needed her as close as possible or else he couldn’t function. 

part of it was true. without samy, will was lost like a fish in the ocean. she was a part of him and he was a part of her. they were intertwined and always would be. her soft lips soothed every single thought and self-doubt will had because as long as his favorite girl believed in him, that was all that mattered. 

“i know i said this already, but thank you for being here. it means a lot to me,” will said when they pulled apart. 

“i’d never miss this. i’ll always skip classes for you,” she grinned. 

the boy beamed, pulling her back in for another kiss. 

the two didn’t get into bed until nearly 3:30 in the morning. samy curled into will’s side, his arm tightly around her as she laid on his chest. the tension in the air completely dissipated and the cries died down. things felt okay again. 

they’d sleep tangled in one another all night knowing the next morning samy had to catch her plane back to michigan and will would be left with one big decision that would decide what plane he had to catch. 

[shadesslut]

loving her was red, pt 2

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Content Includes: Slight smut

Summary: Ethan is finally fed up with sitting around and doing nothing. He needs to do something about it or someone else will.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

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The first important rule of their “special” relationship was to never get attached romantically.

Ethan was fuming to say the least. His grip on his phone tightened as he aggressively typed. He had been texting her ever since he and Chad parted ways with the girls. Chad kept pulling Ethan away from people he almost walked into, looking at him with concern.

Y/N

im just gonna go to bed im tired

10:30 pm

Ethan

Can I just sleep over ?

10:31 pm

“Dude, who are you texting? And what did they do to you?” Chad asked him as he unlocked the door to their dorm. Ethan ignored him as he stepped inside, which caused Chad to snatch his phone from him.

Ethan jerked his head up and hastily reached out to grab it back. “Dude, give me my fucking phone.”

“Why are you texting Y/N?” Chad asked softly as his arms relaxed. Ethan grabbed his phone back as Chad stared off into space solemnly.

Ethan huffed as he resumed texting her, spamming her messages. “We’re just talking,” Ethan said as Chad continued to stare. What’s his problem? Can she not have friends? Ethan thought angrily. He knew Chad was possessive over his girlfriends, but he didn’t even think about how he would be with his friends. He sighed as he finally put his phone away, giving up. “Am I like, not allowed to text her?”

Chad shook his head slowly, and finally looked up at Ethan. “No, no of course you can. I just-“ he sighs, pausing. “I didn’t know you two were close enough to have sleepovers, that’s all.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and moped off to his room, shutting the door. Ethan knew something was definitely going on between her and Chad, and he wanted to know what. He couldn’t be mad at Chad, he needed to be on good terms with him. He needed Chad to like him so Y/N would like him. He sighed in frustration as he walked over to Chad’s door, hesitating before knocking.

“Chad, I’m sorry for being a dick. I just hate it when people look at my phone; can we talk?”

There were a few beats of silence before Ethan heard the old wooden floors creak as Chad walked over and opened the door. Chad looked at Ethan sadly and glanced at the floor.

“I’m sorry, man.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, I’m being a possessive little bitch.” Chad sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Ethan was starting to become slightly worried for what Chad was about to say. “Look, I-uhm, I have a small crush on Y/N-“

Chad stammered as he saw Ethan’s changed expression. His eyes darkened and his shoulders tensed.

“It’s nothing big. I just get so jealous over her, and I hate it. I think about her all the time, and it just sucks. I-I’ll get over it, over her.”

He looked so defeated, like a kicked puppy, Ethan had never seen this side of Chad before; it honestly concerned him. Was he in love with her? Would he try to get in between them two? Did he know about their special nights together? Was he obsessed with her like Ethan was?

Ethan softly patted Chad on the shoulder. “I would never do that to you. We’re just really close friends, but I think she likes someone else. I’m sorry, man.” Chad exhaled deeply as Ethan spoke. His eyes began to water as he felt jealousy and sadness.

“Nah man, it’s okay. She knows I like her, so I probably should’ve known she didn’t like me back.”

Chad quickly wiped his eyes as he looked at his roommate. “I’m…going to bed, night man.”

Ethan smiled to himself after Chad closed the door. He felt some form of relief from Chad stating he would move on. He should’ve told Chad that he was dating her, that he had been inside her, but he didn’t want to make her mad.

But, mad, she was.

—

The second important rule was to not tell anyone in their friend group.

Ethan woke up to three texts from Y/N.

Y/N

can you stop treating me like we’re dating

12:45 am

you and me are just fwb

12:50 am

can you meet me

9:35 am

Ethan felt a bit worried about her last message. Did she want to end things? He wanted to see her, but not if it would be the last time. He yawned sleepily, he didn’t sleep at all last night, and typed out a response.

Ethan

Library?

10:06 am

He stood up and slid his legs on with a pair of blue jeans. He grabbed an old t-shirt and put it on. He heard his phone ping as he was putting on deodorant.

Y/N

sure. ten minutes

10:06 am

He nodded as if she could see him, and he began to get his things ready quickly.

Ethan sat patiently on a torn-up couch in the library lobby, looking at the doors to see her. He decided to take his mind off things; he cracked open a book he had been failing to finish and began tracing over the words with his eyes. After a few minutes, his eyes started to become heavy with tiredness. I really need to fix my sleep schedule. He thought to himself as he dozed off.

Before his head fell back on the couch head, he felt someone plop down next to them. He flinched and looked at the person, softly smiling as he realized it was Y/N.

“H-Hey! You scared me,” he laughed nervously. She looked so pretty in the morning sunlight. She didn’t have any makeup on, but secretly Ethan liked her best like that. It was just, her, in her natural and beautiful form.

She weakly smiled at him as she set her purse down. “I’ve been meaning to apologize for last night. I was a bitch.”

Ethan shook his head at her. “You weren’t, I’m sorry that I tried to kiss you. I know we’re not supposed to do that casually.” His apology was sincere, he really did feel bad.

“It’s okay, this whole deal we got going on is confusing sometimes.”

He nodded in agreement with her. God, he wanted to kiss her and tell her he loved her.

“Do you…wanna come back to mine?” She asked quietly. Her hand creeped over to hover over his. He took her hand and squeezed slightly as he nodded.

The two walked together hand in hand across the campus. Ethan wished he could do this all the time, touch her like this in public. He was tired of waiting to be behind closed doors, he wanted to touch her whenever he wanted.

Y/N suddenly stopped in her tracks as she cursed. “Fuck, I, I forgot that my roommate has people over. Can we go to yours?” She begged as she looked up at him.

Now how could he say no to those pretty little eyes?

“Unless Chad is there,” she stated.

Oh, now that would be bad. Ethan thought, but he knew he didn’t have to worry about anything; Chad had morning classes. “Yeah let’s go,”

—

Ethan gasped as she roughly kissed his lips. He was desperately trying to find the right key to his dorm, but he had a certain distraction. “Shit, baby, you gotta let me open the door first.” He said panting, but she didn’t listen. She continued to grab at his collar and quite literally suck the air out of him.

He whined as he finally opened the door, causing them to stumble in recklessly. Ethan slammed the door with his foot, and grabbed at her waist.

He pushed her against the wall and forced her legs to widen with his hands. She opened her mouth as she gasped which allowed Ethan to slip his tongue in. She moaned loudly as he began grinding his hips on her clit. Everything he was doing, she absolutely loved. The way he grabbed her hip, the way he caressed her tit, everything he did made her feel oh, so good. They both groaned loudly and moved against each other’s bodies, gaining some friction.

He stuck his index and ring finger in his mouth, lathering it with spit. He huffed as he unzipped her pants and sloppily tugged them down. She moaned softly at the boy as he reached into her underwear. “‘M gonna make you cum.” He whispered to her.

He slowly started rubbing her clit, making her gasp. He open-mouth kissed her as he stuck his two fingers in and out of her. He pumped and curled his fingers and began to suck on her neck.

“Oh, fuck, Ethan!” She moaned in his ear.

He was in pure heaven right now, nothing could make him feel better than what he was feeling right now.

He heard a door slam shut, causing him to jerk his head up away from her. His heart dropped as he saw Chad standing by the bathroom door looking at the two of them. Ethan quickly got away from Y/N, creating a distance in between the two of them. Y/N pulled up her pants nervously and quickly.

“C-Chad, it’s not what it-“

“Fuck you, you piece of shit. You’re such a goddamn liar. ‘I wouldn’t do that to you’ Fuck. You.” Chad spat at Ethan, cutting him off.

Ethan flinched at his words as he yelled at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you mad.” Ethan apologized, this time, not being sincere. He was happy Chad knew about them.

“Fuck you, Ethan. You’re fucking dead to me. I should’ve just gone to class,” he muttered before walking into his room, slamming the door shut. Ethan stood there in silence before turning to her. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment. He walked up to her and caressed her cheek.

“What was that about?” She asked, eyeing him.

Ethan dropped his head down and sighed. “I told him we were just friends, and I sort of told him I wouldn’t do anything with you.”

She nodded and looked away. Ethan looked at her longingly, sure what just happened sucked, but he still wanted to feel her body against his.

“Maybe we should, not do this anymore,” she spoke quietly.

Ethan’s eyes widened at her suggestion. That is the opposite of what he wanted. Was she really going to end things over Chad? “What? Why? He’s fine, he's going to get over this.”

She shrugged and stepped away from him. Ethan looked at her with hurt flashed on his face. “No, I think, we should stop. I don't want to cause any more drama with the group. I’m sorry Ethan, but, let’s just stay friends for now.”

She walked out before he could even muster up a response. Is that it? He thought. He thought he was little more than that to her, more than someone to hook up with. He didn’t know what to feel or what he was supposed to feel. He hated her roommate for having people over. He hated Chad for skipping his class. He hated himself for not stopping her from leaving. To say that Ethan was pissed, was an understatement. He was going to get her back to him, he knew he would. He was going to stop Chad from ruining his fucking life, and he was going to do something about it. He was going to show her that she doesn’t need anyone else besides him; he is the only thing she needs. He was going to start creating his plan, his plan to keep what was his.

Fuck. Chad.

[ganondoodle]

no but, im kinda mad at how well that villain rauru idea is working, even together with most of the work i already did do for the first rewrite, like the thing with the shiekah using ganondorfs strong spirit to power their tech STILL WORKS, its just not the focus anymore, and its not just ganondorfs spirit, but raurus as well, rauru did this to contain gan bc rauru couldnt defeat him at that point- and he planned to return to rebuild his dreamland fantasy kingdom of light later

gan tried to break free from it using whatever means he had (miasma/malice- clamgan) taking over the guardians etc in botw (still out of revenge for being used as a power source by the ancient shiekah but not ONLY) being a way to bring attention to it, maybe to find out where the stones were held, to rebuild himself outside of his prison by any means necessary bc he knew if they both woke up fully rauru would begin his plan- it doesnt have to be that gan is goody two shoes good guy tm now, but he resistet rauru back then and is gonna do it again- and if he loses whatever was left of his body, yet his spirit remains, why wouldnt he team up with link and zelda- he cant do much as a spirit anymore but like thats gonna stop him from from fighting agaisnt his enemy

it would mean you arent one and doen in each region, but the mid point of the game flisp it around so much you have a reason to return to them again, i know backtracking isnt seen as something good all the time but ..... this would be so cool right?? and the yiga being at first an enemy and you get your fight against koga, but then after the turn you have them as allies??? and you get a cool fight against gan at the mid point too!! it can be a full fight at the end of which the reveal happens when zelda tries to intervene since she was with gan the whole time and knew what was going on and bc she has the stone still with her and then both gan and zelda are in the same room rauru goes for it since with zelda there who link trusts telling him the truth raurus gonna lose his tool (link) now anyway

the abilities i have to brainstorm again- but it could be that you get similar ones from rauru at first like i had in my first rewrite (like the hookshot or the energy infusion) like in a more sonau magicky way and after the turn point purah zelda with the help of gan rebuild it in shiekah tech, so you dont lose those abilities forever (just for that mid point reveal rauru fight you cant win) but get them back in a different way, maybe even upgradable now

the only thing that it gets fully rid of is the sages thing (they stil give you abilities in some way but not through the stones), the dragon stuff (which is a little sad but it would also keep the dragons from being something anyone can just be turned into- keeping their mystery alive) and the whole time travel stuff (GOOD i hate time travel)

POLL TIME

[wizardandpirate]

(Dark Cacao and Shadow Milk lowkey act like Greg and Pearl from SU in this dynamic will be explained later in post UNDERSTAND MY MADNESS)

Goes on a yap of madness because I want my favorite characters to hold hands and stuff

Okay. Listen. Purecacao and Shadowvanilla. Both veeeery popular ships, right? Both AWESOME ships, in fact. Okay. Now what if you just. Gently squished them together to make another ship. What if u squished them into Pureshadowcacao.

And what if when you squished them it started off as SMC accepting PV's friendship. They need a place to lay low because the other beasts r not gonna let that shit slide right. They r gonna think this blonde twink kidnapped their boy.

Okay so after u squished 'em together. Now their dynamic is Dark Cacao and Shadow Milk just barely tolerating each other because PV looks sad once that they're not getting along and they agree not to fight in front of him again.

Gregcore!!/j SMC is seen as a threat by DCC because "I was here first, how did you of all fools so clearly steal his heart?" so they sort of have a little unspoken competition about who can romance PV better.

Subtle things at first, PV has no idea what's going on the whole time. It starts with random lunch dates (sooo platonic ofc/j) and then goes to flowers, hand holding that makes him blush, thoughtful gifts, shows of loyalty. He doesn't understand why his companions are being like this but he can't say he minds.

This idea reminded me of Greg and Pearl like "if u think ur little pathetic bitch ass is gonna steal this gorgeous god ive been romancing and cherishing for years im gonna KILL U" and "I'm here to stay bucko. That's mine now."

To PV, SMC is the one who needs more of his attention because he's trying to show him real and genuine friendship. Not that he's trying to ignore DCC, he's just trying to get to know his new friend better.

So this leads to a conversation between them where Dark Cacao goes "Beast. I must speak with you on our... wager."

"Ooo~ finally throwing in the towel oldy? Realized that you're booring old news by now? So dazzled by my true granduer, you couldn't help but admit bitter defeat!"

"I... am stepping back from this, yes. It would appear clear to me that... for reasons I do not yet know, Pure Vanilla Cookie has chosen you. I am a cookie of respect, so I shall choose not to judge him on his... unwell decision."

"Aha! See! Now wasn't that so hard? All you had to do was realize that I will always win, and that you-"

"I have not finished speaking, jester. Despite my attempt at understanding my dear friend, I cannot. This only leads me to assuming you've done something to him. Yet without proof, I will not intervene. I will, however, slay you where you stand if you dare pose a threat to him."

If PV walked around the corner right now to hear this next part it'd be awful convenient, haha...

"Sheesh! Me? A threat to Pure Vanilla Cookie? No, no no! Ugh, you simply can't stop being suspicious, can you! I've made it very clear by now that I love him, and you can't trust my desire to be of good nature?"

So anyways PV hears the part where SMC is in love with him, realizes he reciprocates, and starts actually intentionally romancing him back. Dark Cacao is just standing there really sad knowing that he's lost and that this blueberry freak had somehow won.

I think SMC would get a little bit bored of not having that game to play anymore, so he'd try and pester Dark Cacao, get under his skin, do anything for that same sense of entertainment as before. Until Dark Cacao finally asks why SMC is still mocking him after winning, isn't hurting him enough already?

SMC, because character development, feels a little bit bad. He asks PV for advice on how to cheer DCC up because he'd lost a bet, and when PV asks what the bet was, SMC could just kinda "Oh. Well. You know, which one of us you loved. Which turned out to be me!"

PV is then very confused because he actually very much loves both of them, he doesn't recall making a choice. So now he's playing matchmaker sort of. Trying to get SMC and DCC to be in a polycule with him like the homo he is. Gotta catch em all or whatever.

Then err uhmm something like a battle with one of the other beasts happens, SMC fights well but gets kinda injured protecting them both, and DCC actually really appreciates that. He sees his loyalty, his strength. He's impressed. He sees SMC and PV napping afterwards or something and gets a sudden urge to hold them both. Which. Oh no. He can't have fallen for two twinks.

BUT HE DID.

Eventually DCC gives a small speech thanking SMC for protecting him and PV, appreciating his efforts and even the irritating joy from his antics. He says he shall like to try to play more chess with him sometime. A warrior is only as strengthened as his mind or something.

Then PV is on a date with SMC somewhere, and brings up the possibility of polyamory. SMC is like "I can't say I'm opposed, but why ask? Who on earthbread is there-" Dark Cacao Cookie. Oh shit.

Then they both romance him, live happily ever after, the end!! I know it would be tense at first with DCC hating SMC's guts for ever hurting PV, but I think he'd eventually come to understand his traumas and find some joy in how his games light up the place. Idk. Man. I worked so hard on all of this just so they could all hold hands. Are you happy? Are you proud of me? I'm not. My psychology final is due in tomorrow. I still haven't started. I'm writing about gay cookies instead.

[yuurei20]

Translation from Twisted Wonderland the 2nd novel: Cheka (pt3)

"'Perhaps realizing that he is being laughed at, Cheka looks around the room with a curious look.

‘Why’s everybody laughing? Are you Unca’s friends?’

The fearsome Leona, the boss of Savanaclaw, called ‘Unca’ so affectionately by a child like this.

Possibly emboldened by the laughter, Ace bursts out with ‘I can’t take it anymore!,’ speaking freely to Leona. ‘You bet, that’s us—Unca’s friends! Isn’t that right, Unca Leona?’

‘Knock it off…!’

In a panic Yuuya tries to call off Ace in response to Leona’s menacing growl, but none of them can restrain themselves now. Ace, Ruggie, Grim and Deuce all burst out laughing.

Jack bites down on his own lower lip, doing all he can to not join in.

Yuuya glances fearfully to his side to be met with the fierce look in Leona’s eyes.

‘You bastards. I’ll remember this…!’

In response to Leona’s terrifying expression, Yuuya feels a strange sense of relief, which surprises him. Faced with the rage that emanates from Leona, Yuuya realizes that he, himself, has been tense for quite some time.

For how long? And why?

Yuuya smiles without even realizing he does it, and Leona gives him a menacing look. ‘Even you—you’ve got some nerve.’

It is as though Leona may grab him by the collar and lift him into the air at any moment. Yuuya does his best to manage a neutral expression in an attempt to prove that it was not Leona that he was smiling about.

‘Unca Leona…ahaha—ow!’ Ruggie furrows his brows, chuckling all the while. ‘Uhg, laughing hurts.’

‘I’m going to make sure that not a single one of you can ever open your mouths again…!’

‘Hey now—please rest, both of you,’ Jack says, hurriedly pressing down against Leona’s shoulder as Leona attempts to push himself upright in bed.

It is not the kind of commotion that one would expect to walk in upon in an infirmary.

Soon, people identified as Cheka’s guards come to retrieve him, and Yuuya heaves a heavy sigh, sinking back into his bed."

(from the following scene ↓)

“They had to carry Leona to the nurse’s office an’ he was wreckin’ havoc, sayin’ 'I'm fine!’ the whole time.’

‘Oh…that sounds really scary. It might have been for the best that I was unconscious for it.’

Grim gives a deep sigh. It must have been quite a scene.

’They were wrappin’ 'im up in bandages an’ the whole time he was all mad about it, about bein’ treated like he was hurt. But just lookin’ at ‘im—anyone could tell he was, y’know? He wouldn’t listen to a thing anyone had to say, so in the end Vargas and them scolded ‘im and had to force ‘im to lie down.’

‘He was really that upset?’

‘Yeah. He was shoutin’ over an’ over that he’ll beat Malleus the next time. The guy never learns.’

'That’s good—' Yuuya says, and he suddenly realizes the source of his lingering unease. How quiet Leona had been--that's what had frightened him.

Once Leona had accepted his defeat, had abandoned the tournament, his calm demeanor had seemed to be on the verge of resignation. The sight of his blank expression had made Yuuya think that maybe he truly had given up on everything.

His eyes, so gentle, had been filled with loneliness.

His voice had held neither joy nor sadness.

Though Yuuya dislikes confrontation, Leona's silence had seemed to warn of a vulnerability that could lead to something even more terrifying.

With the banishing of that silence it seems Yuuya feels, quite simply, relieved.

Leona had been akin to a piece of art, listless and unmoving. Yuuya finds it strange to realize that he is more at ease with a Leona who shouts and contorts his face in rage."