#obviously there's a little jealousy involved but it's cute

[kirayaykimura]

I think it’s so funny that Hak deals with men hitting on Yona by standing near them until they stop. 

Some random man Yona has barely spoken to before: Hey, Yo-

Hak: I see what you’re doing. Do you want to be doing what you’re doing? Are you sure you want to be doing what you’re doing? 

[ozzgin]

Back with another porn meme I'm afraid. Content: gender neutral reader, NSFW, monster smut, orc stepbrother

"What are you doing, step bro?"

You feel a familiar hand anchoring itself onto your hip, holding you in place. You try to turn your head back, but there isn't enough space. You're stuck with your upper half in the emptied washing machine.

You weren't particularly opinionated when your mother mentioned she'd found someone. Whatever makes her happy, you thought at the time. You didn't expect, however, to be greeted by two enormous orcs in your kitchen. They were officially moving in: your mom's boyfriend, and his son. Didn't look much like a son to you, judging from the size, but you kept your mouth shut and smiled politely.

Maybe he's always wanted a sibling. You find your stepbrother's protectiveness and involvement somewhat cute. He drives you around, always asks about your day, takes you on "sibling dates", and keeps perverts at a distance. Too well, in fact, given your last boyfriend crawled out of the window in a moment of sheer terror. Anything to protect his little human, the orc declared proudly after the threatening act.

Or maybe not. He loves his human alright, but not...in the way you probably hoped. Mind you, it's not like he planned such an awkward circumstance. It merely happened. He assumed his intense affection was simply the natural outcome of the newly built family, until he discovered - horrified, yet intrigued - that he'd begun touching himself to your image in mind.

Obviously such inappropriate thoughts have been kept under lock and chain. Some days are harder than others. For example, when your last boyfriend joked about staying overnight. The trifle idea of another man fucking you sent him into a spiral of jealousy.

And now, this. He tried his best, he truly did, but the sight of your bottom swaying temptingly in a cramped room, in an empty house, is too much to bear. Before he knows it, he's pinning you down, forcing your rear against his groin.

"I'm...not sure if I can hold back, (Y/N)", he confesses, terribly embarrassed.

Are you going to hate him for it? You'd like to shout, to protest, to run away from the visibly stereotypical erotic scenario, but the feeling of his throbbing erection against your thighs has gotten you similarly flustered.

"Go ahead", you conclude, holding onto the edges of the washing machine for support. Thankfully he can't see your burning blush.

Perhaps monster fucking runs in the family.

[sanspuppet]

♡ 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 ~

SUGGESTIVE - MDNI

IMPORTANT: i took inspiration from this post for Riize wrote by @luvjii, i found the idea really cool and i wanted to make my version for Ateez :3

✰ HONGJOONG

Jealousy meter: 60%

Hongjoong is a very mature person in love, even though he likes to act silly and funny with you, he’s very serious about your relationship. Joong trusts you blindly, because he perfectly knows that you only love him, but honestly he still gets annoyed easily when another member is in your close vicinity. He’d head towards you and your friend, grabbing your waist as he arrives from behind. He’d ask you innocently what were you talking about and involve himself in your conversation. When you two are finally alone in his dorm, Hongjoong would pin you at the bed, his hands holding down your wrists. “You and Seonghwa seem very into each other, would you be into some good sex, now?”

✰ SEONGHWA

Jealousy meter: 55%

Seonghwa’s a very soft lover, he gives his heart and passion to anything he does for you. So, obviously he really loves when you give him complete attention. Hwa usually doesn’t get jealous, but requests lots of affection from you, and when you unconsciously don’t give him much, or worse, you give it to another member, he’s initially concerned, and if you don’t get it and keep doing whatever you’re doing with his friend, he’d get very annoyed about it. Seonghwa wouldn’t stop you though, he’d watch you two from a corner, with his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed, until the other member leaves. Once you finally reach him and sit on his lap like nothing has happened, his grip on your waist almost hurts. “You love me. Don’t you? Prove it. Ride me”

✰ YUNHO

Jealousy meter: 70%

Many atinys picture him as a cute puppy (which he is) but i also think he’s the type to be easily jealous of you and with who do you spend time with. He’d be to your side in every moment when you’re in public, making sure no one stays too close to you. Mingi unfortunately, isn’t aware of that, and because he’s Yunho’s best friend he mindlessly interacts with you, like… a lot. He doesn’t even think of it too much before showing physical affection to you, which honestly bothers Yunho if he exaggerates. If it would be for another member, he’d be quite shy, but if it comes to be Mingi, he doesn’t mind to suddenly take you to his bedroom and fuck you senseless, letting his friend hear who you do you belong to. “Yeah, keep moaning like that. Mingi’s probably getting off to this, too. What a horny man, fuck”

✰ YEOSANG

Jealousy meter: 30%

I feel like he’s not the type to get jealous, he’s chilling when you’re around other members, and as long as he’s there with you, he doesn’t have that much problem with you getting close to his friends. By the way, if at the end of the day, he didn’t get much attention from you, he’d be a little demoralized, thing that you usually notice so you try to fix his mood by having some intimate time with him, to make him feel that he’s the one. “Baby, can we cuddle a little?” when you start to rub your hips against his crotch while making out, you feel him getting harder with every second. “Princess, I need to be inside you”

✰ SAN

Jealousy meter: 80%

I think we can all agree that San would be the most likely to become jealous, even from innocents interactions. You’re his princess, his whole world, and let’s say that he doesn’t like to share you at all. He’s sorry that sometimes it would seem almost toxic but he’d like you to himself every time. When you’re very close to another member he easily starts to get annoyed. He’d bite his cheeks and tense his muscles watching your skin stroking his friend’s one. After some minutes he’d wrap his arm around you, and greet the member in a bothered tone. “Do i need to remember you you’re mine? Should i mark you then? Cover you with my bites and breed you full?”

✰ MINGI

Jealousy meter: 65%

Mingi loves you, a lot. So seeing you spending much time with any other member would annoy him after not so much. Even though he likes to show you off, especially when you’re wearing clothes that accentuate your body, he doesn’t like when his friends getting a little flirty and complimenting you. So basically, he’s jealous but doesn’t want you to feel it. He’d simply wait for you to be finally alone and relieve his stress by fucking you dumb. “You’re too beautiful to be seen like this by any other guy, i wanna fuck you raw, can i?”

✰ WOOYOUNG

Jealousy meter: 65%

Wooyoung would either get jealous or turned on by seeing you very close to one of his friends. Sometimes he just wants to be there instead of the member and have you stroking his skin, so he gets annoyed about it, sometimes he imagines himself instead of the guy and gets suddenly horny. In both cases, you two end up having the most amazing sex. “Fuck, how can you always be so sexy? Spread your legs baby, let me see how wet you are”

✰ JONGHO

Jealousy meter: 70%

Yeah, i personally think he’d get easily jealous. You’re too precious to him and doesn’t even like to think that his friends could get attracted by you. In facts, he usually hates when the members compliment your look or touch you slightly. He’d grip your side with his hand and give a bothered look to the guy in front of the both of you. “Hyung, can you please stop flirting with her?” the frustration would be noticeable even the same night, where his touches feel more cold and but also desperate. “Baby, i need to fuck you. You’re too pretty and i don’t want anyone to touch you like hyung did today.”

[strawberryblue-blog]

A to Z. SFW alphabet.

—Lamine Yamal.

summary: soft alphabet of your relationship with lamine.

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff, headcanon.

words count: +1k

A = Affection (How affectionate he is? How do he show affection?)

Too much. He likes any kind of affection that involves touching you, especially since he is a young man in love experiencing love in all its phases and wants to show his feelings for you.

B = Best friend (What would he be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start)

He is your best friend and partner. You met through mutual friends so you started to get closer every day and that's how your feelings started. After you become a couple, he will remain a faithful friend you can confide in and tell him anything.

C = Cuddles (Do he like to cuddle? How would he cuddle?)

As I said before, any form of affection is enough for him. He loves to cuddle you, especially on your back. Put his arms around you, lean you on his chest or cover you to make you feel safe and secure.

D = Domestic (Do he want to settle down? How is he at cooking and cleaning?)

He would like to move in with you in the future. He is still very young and must make decisions wisely but if you really work out in the future (and he hopes and expects that you will), he will not hesitate to take you into his home to live with him. He probably won't be able to do much at home because of the weather but he knows very well what it is like to help around the house and cleaning is not a problem for Lamine, he will do it without complaining.

E = Ending (If he had to break up with his partner, how would he do it?)

It would hurt his soul but if he had to break up with you he would surely do it to protect you, he has a dream and he wants to fulfill it as you also have one and you should do the same. He would be frank and sincere, quick and try to keep you two as friends if you wish. He loves you and knows that sometimes loving a person is also letting go.

F = Fiance (How do he feel about commitment? How quick would he want to get married?)

If he is very much in love, he would ask you to marry him before he is 25. It is clear that he is still very young but if he really thinks you have a future he will not hesitate to ask you to marry him.

G = Gentle (How gentle he is? physically and emotionally?)

Overly caring. Lamine is someone who is kind, caring and humble. He likes physical contact with you in any form. He may be a bit tougher emotionally, he may find it hard to talk about his feelings so openly at first but he knows he can trust you and will open up more and more.

H = Hugs (Do he like hugs?)

HUGE YES. He loves them. Any time, any place, any way. Hugging you from behind when they are at home, shoulders when they walk, from the waist when they go out, when they are with their friends or family, in bed when they sleep. He's a guaranteed hug man.

I = I love you (How fast do he say the L-word?)

Maybe about five/six months after their first date. Since you had known each other before and had been friends, he already knew you and was developing feelings for you but he didn't want to rush or pressure you, let alone scare you off. He was careful and waited for the right moment, he was the first to say it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do he get? What would he do when he was jealous?)

It's a 7/10. Not in a bad way, normal like any young couple. Sometimes he likes to point out that you are his girlfriend, sometimes he kisses you in front of his mates or grabs your thighs when people are present to mark his territory but he is not toxic and would never make an exaggerated scene with you.

K = Kisses (What are his kisses like? how he likes to kiss you? where he likes you to kiss him?)

Obviously he likes to kiss you. On the lips especially, he is quite playful and affectionate, his lips are tasty and warm. On him, he likes you to kiss all his cheeks, forehead or nose. He finds it tender and cute.

L = Little ones (How is he around children?)

He has a little brother, so he understands children and likes them. But he knows very well the responsibility of children and probably doesn't want to have them until a good age.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with him?)

Too many lazy mornings with Lamine. Not a morning man, he likes to stay in bed, quietly, watching himself or spooning until they are forced to get up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with him)

Quite the opposite. It's the most exciting time for him, he likes to play, watch TV, go for a walk, cook, whatever. He usually comes recharged from training and wants to do things, plus it's one of the times when they are both together after their busy days.

O = Open (When will he start revealing things about himself? Do he say everything all at once or do he reveal little things slowly?)

It may be a little difficult at first. But he will gain confidence to open up to you little by little, especially if you open up to him. He is a man and like all men it is hard for him to show his emotions but after a few months he will be 100% confident and will tell you everything.

P = Patience (How easily is he angered?)

Almost never. He has a lot of patience and is very calm. Maybe it's because of self-confidence or because he doesn't like to panic but he will never intentionally pick a fight or argue with you. In fact, it is you who sometimes fights him (playfully speaking) but you will never see him angry or losing his head.

Q = Quizzes (How much would he remember about you? Do he remember every detail or forget the minor things?)

Of course he does. He knows everything about you, your likes, your dislikes. Your favorite color, your favorite food, your favorite clothes, things he learns as you carry on the relationship. What he learned while you were dating and what he learns now that you are a couple.

R = Remember (What is his favorite moment of your relationship?)

He remembers mostly everything about you and your relationship because he really cares about you. His favorite moment would be when you agreed to go out with him, also when you agreed to be his girlfriend. Even when he took you home for the first time and his first kiss. He might even remember little details that you didn't even have in mind but for Lamine you are moments that he will keep forever in his memory.

S = Security (How protective he is? how would he protect you?)

He is quite protective but it is more to make you feel safe, protected and loved. He likes to keep an eye on you when you go out so that nothing and no one can hurt you. At home he is also quite attentive because you are a bit of a mess.

T = Try (How much effort do he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Not a lot. It's not because he's not interesting but because he knows you're not that kind of girl. He knows that anything is good enough for you and it doesn't have to be fancy or extravagant. But he likes to give you little things he knows you'll like or need. As for dating, he prefers to go for a walk in the park or sit and look at the stars, he would even invite you to play soccer with his friends. You are too simple and ordinary and so you enjoy it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of him?)

Probably scaring you when you are distracted or doing something. It's a pretty acquired thing he has and he can't help but do it when you're focused on something or not attentive at all.

V = Vanity (How concerned is he with his looks?)

He is not very concerned with his looks. He is a young man who goes as he can and is at a stage where he doesn't care much about what others think about him, as long as he looks good and feels good about himself, he doesn't care much about how he looks.

W = Whole (Would he feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. After spending a lot of time with you, he will feel your absence and it will make him a little sad but he understands that you both need time alone and then you will see each other again so you can be together again.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for him)

He likes to look at you when you sleep, he usually spends hours awake looking at you when you sleep, seeing your every feature, how you sigh, how you snuggle up to him, how you are so peaceful and angelic resting next to him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things he wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn't like it if you don't talk about your problems with him, if you hide something from him or lie to him. Whether it's about personal things or things common to your relationship. He wants you to be frank and would not tolerate you keeping things to protect him or not to generate tensions, he wants a healthy and strong relationship.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleeping habits of him?

He can't go to sleep without hos goodnight kiss. How he was used to it from his mother in his childhood and now you are the one who sends him off so he can sleep peacefully. He usually hugs you on his back all night long or looks for you to pull you to his chest, they usually sleep like this and it helps him to rest well.

[momentomori24]

I haven't seen anyone talk about it in detail if at all, so I'll just throw this out there: Is it just me, or are Ashley's feelings for Andrew very not romantic?

Just to be very clear-- this isn't me trying to sanitize the incest present in their relationship or twist it into pure unproblematic platonicness despite everything in the game being a hellish, dystopiant, grotesque, unapologetic mess (in a good way), just an observation that's been on my mind for a while.

We know Andrew is absolutely, 100% romantically attracted to his sister especially through both his inner monologues, relationship with Julia and of course, The Scene. But I never really got that same attraction from Ashley. She loves to degree where it can't be considered platonic, but there's a blunt edge to her affection I wouldn't call romantic either.

She's obviously been obsessed with him from a young age as he's the only person she had to cling to without worrying that he'd leave her. She doesn't treat him like a person, she treats him like a coveted toy that only she can play with. Between borderline neglegent parents, untreated apathy issues, a major abandonment complex and a parentified brother/psuedo-dad, unhealthy attachments and toxic tendencies can go real bad real quick. Go figure. It's possessive, referring to her brother as hers and something that's considered stolen the moment someone else has an interest in it, but it feels a lot more "innocent" than Andrew's possessiveness of her. Andrew is hers to have because he's her brother, just like how a plaything would be hers because it was bought for her-- there doesn't seem to be anything more to it than that.

I think the best example of that is their reaction to the Vision in the Burrial route:

Unlike Andrew, who is disturbingly flustered rather than reasonably revolted, she just... doesn't have a reaction to it. They've already trapped themselves in a box with each other and commited some of the worst atrocities imaginable, so she just chalks it up to another thing to add to their crimes list. Her causual playfulness and indifference to the situation is such a strong contrast to Andrew's desperate denial and really shows her feelings about the whole thing. Or lack of, as she isn't at all fazed about it. You'd think that she'd be thrilled, or excited or equally as flustered as Andrew at the thought of their relationship taking the next big step, but there isn't any of that here. Despite her jealousy, obsession, possessiveness and extreme closeness, it doesn't seem that there was ever any romantic intent involved on her end (or at least none that she knows of). Heck, she even voices her confusion when Andrew confesses he read her actions that way:

There is something funny about going through the story thinking ''ok i get it she's the obsessed yandere sister with a brother complex i see you game'' only to be hit with the revelation that it's the complete opposite way around. Basically just Ashley hitting both Andrew AND the players with the "wait you really saw me like that what did i even do to make you think that??" at the very end and it is baffling. The fact that she seems genuinely oblivious to how she comes off is both a little cute and unexpectedly innocent, but also cements just how little she grew up from when she was a kid.

But I think this line from her really encapsulates their relationship perfectly:

One way to keep him around. She won't sleep with him because of some repressed sexual tension or genuine (messed up) affection, but because she views it as transactional. She loves Andy, that version of her brother who went along with whatever she wanted and cared about her despite all her issues when no one else did. She always acts uncaring towards other people, but it's so obvious that she's lonely. That the people she cares about not caring about her has an effect on her. We see it with their mom, the way she continued to call her despite the abuse and neglect she put her through and immediately assumes she wouldn't have wanted them to find her because she feels that unwanted. We see it with her ''friends'', the way she felt so betrayed by how they basically left her for dead in that apartment without bothering to try throwing some food up their balcony. She didn't even care if they would've succeeded or not-- she just wanted someone to try. She clings so viciously to her brother because he's all she has left. She's been labelled unlovable by everyone else in her life, and the moment he leaves her for someone more stable, she's alone for good. Andy needed her the same way she needed him, but now he's gone, and Andrew is more unpredictable than ever. His nightmares have gotten better, so he doesn't need her to sleep easier at night (not that he did in the first place). He's better at having a social life too, so surrounding himself with others and getting his life together shouldn't be too hard. He doesn't need her the way she needs him anymore, but she knows that Andrew wants her, so she'll give herself to him before anyone else can if it means that he'll stay. Which, by the way, is such a good parallel to her mom's own mindset when it comes to relationships (like mother like daughter ammirite). It's so far from love; it's just blatant codependancy she doesn't acknowledge on her end, something we see Andrew both enable and take advantage of whether he realises or not. And I think that's a more nuanced, fascinating trait of her character rather than just the ''yandere sister in love with her brother'' trope.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading this messy, hopefully coherent analysis of our gravecest couple, mostly focused on Ashley. And who knows, maybe she IS in love with Andrew and I completely misinterpreted her feelings for him, but until proven otherwise I'll keep clinging to this theory. This GAME THE-- [GUNSHOTS].

[bp-zb1fics]

Something cute with Zhang Hao where the reader became close with one of the boys (Jiwoong maybe?) and he's jealous because poor boy has the biggest crush on reader :( with a cute lil confession? 🥰

A real kiss~

pairing: jealous zhang hao x long time friend reader ft. jiwoong as the cause of drama (jk)

pronouns: none used

genre: canon au, fluff, humour

tw/tags: introvert things, nicknames, jealousy lol, jiwoong giving hands-on acting lessons (maybe a lil too hands-on for hao but he’s just being nice y’all), woong best wingman (yes he can sense the tension), kdrama mention, flashback, kissing, confessions

wc: 1175

summary: maybe hao’s a teeny little bit jelly of how well you get along with jiwoong. 

a/n if any of you saw this earlier than scheduled, it's because tumblr hates me and likes to confuse me constantly~ anyways thanks for the req anon, this was really cute and i enjoyed writing it very much, a little content note: xiào xiào is a nickname used for kids who are like happy or smiley but hao calls mc that bc they make hao happy shdsd ok if any better mandarin speaker would like to correct me or suggest another nickname, just lmk~

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Zhang Hao likes to think he’s a fairly laid back person.

Or at least, that’s what he likes to think when you’ve been deep in conversation with Jiwoong for the past hour and not spending time with the person who actually invited you over (him).

Okay maybe he isn’t being fair. You’ve also, over the past hour, checked in on him and tried your best to involve him in your conversation. It’s just that Hao is an introvert and today is one of the days where he doesn’t feel like making it a three way conversation. Also they’ve mostly worked it out but he and Jiwoong still have their awkward moments so there’s that too.

“You alright Hào hào?” Well at least he can enjoy the fact you’re using the nickname that only you call him. (Because absolutely no one else is allowed to call him that ever).

“I’m fine, Xiào xiào.”

You had joined Yuehua around the same time, Zhang Hao as an idol trainee while you were preparing to go into acting. To say you were close would be an understatement. You clicked immediately, the other Yuehua trainees would joke that you were Hao’s co-parent with how often you would come over to their dorm with food. 

Hao spent every free day he had off the program with you if both of you weren’t busy. Sometimes you’d even accompany him to visit his subway ads, obviously sporting a mask and hat and keeping it lowkey so as not to draw attention to yourself. While you’ve been an extra or had a line or two for a few drama gigs, you haven’t exactly made your public debut just yet.

It just so happened that you’d be working with Jiwoong on your first minor supporting role in The Good Bad Mother, alongside your actor sunbaenim in Yuehua who had the starring role. The eldest hyung also happened to have quite a bit of experience in acting and you happened to have questions. While your company sunbaenims and teachers were helpful, they were also quite busy and you didn’t want to bother them too much.

“So for kissing scenes-”

Suddenly, Hao’s full attention is on you as you ask his bandmate how one goes about filming such scenes. He’s not dumb. Hao knows once you start getting bigger roles, you might do scenes like that. But dammit, he wants to be your first kiss, not some actor who’s playing your love interest.

“You’ve never been kissed before?”

It’s one of those moments where you’re too tired from the hours and hours of PR training, Hao preparing for Boys Planet and you for the eventual conferences and public appearance you’ll make once you make your acting debut. 

“It’s not that.” You sink into the sofa of the little room you’ve been in for hours, learning how to avoid getting a bad edit on camera. 

“It’s just that none of them really meant anything, you know? It was for fun, for a dare or some shit like that. To figure out whether I liked boys or girls or both. I just don’t think it’s a real kiss, you know?”

“What’s a real kiss then?”

You’re quiet for a bit and Hao’s about to move on with the conversation when you speak again.

“With someone I like. I’d be nice to kiss someone I like. Someone who likes me too.”

I like you, Hao thinks. I’d like to kiss you. 

He could do it. He could offer. But he’s shy and your friendship is only a few months old and he’s going to get shipped off to this Mnet program soon. So instead he says:

“That sounds nice. I’ve never thought of it that way.”

“Maybe because you’re the type to go around kissing everyone, Mr. Campus prince.”

You tease.

“Hey! I wasn’t like that at all.”

Hao protests. You grin mischievously and your conversation devolves back to light, playful back and forth.

But Hao doesn’t forget.

Maybe that’s the day that he decides to try and become the someone you like.

Jiwoong’s hands are on your shoulders. Zhang Hao’s not sure when that happened but he does know that he doesn’t like it.

“So my hands should go here?” You ask, patting Jiwoong's rib cage. He nods, expression completely placid and wholly focused on teaching you how to manoeuvre yourself.

“You can also put it on their waist, the director will be giving you instructions and you can monitor yourself on camera between takes as well.”

You nod thoughtfully, tentatively placing your hands on him. Zhang Hao’s fingers twitch, just a little. Most of the members who had been filtering in and out of the room seemed to have disappeared. It’s just him, you, and Jiwoong.

Which is why you decide to lean in, your face just about a few inches away from the eldest ZB1 member.

“So I just go like this?”

That’s it. Hao’s had enough. He can’t do this. He can’t watch you anymore.

“Xiào xiào?” 

Hao’s careful not to show how happy he is when you pull away from Jiwoong and look at him. His hyung must have sensed it anyway, standing up and saying he’s supposed to meet Seobin soon. You thank him for the help, he says you can text him anytime (Hao’s not sure how to feel about that one) and then he leaves the two of you alone.

“There goes my acting teacher.” You pout a little and Hao can’t help himself.

“You came here to spend time with me, not take lessons from Jiwoong-hyung.” 

“Awww, is Hào hào jealous?”

“I miss you.” He says instead of answering, hugging your side like he usually does.

You hug him back, and in a small voice, you admit.

“I’ve missed you too, Hào hào.”

There shouldn’t be anything special about the moment. You’ve done this before, hugged like this before, said things like this before. But this time, he just-

Hao pulls away, his arms still wrapped around you loosely. It’s just enough so he can see your eyes, looking at him, he can’t read you too well, he swears his heart’s beating so loudly that you can hear it. But you don’t pull away. He leans in.

His lips are soft against yours, you can feel the slightly sticky sensation of the lip balm he uses, taste a little of the tea he was drinking a while ago. It’s warm and nice and it feels perfect.

His arms slide to your waist and your fingers circle around his shoulders, holding onto the fuzzy knit fabric of his cardigan. You can smell the perfumed lotion he uses, pleasantly floral and addicting. He keeps kissing you. You keep kissing back.

Hao only stops when his heart feels like it’s going to give out, catching his breath and looking at you with your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He can’t help but ask.

“Was that a real kiss?” I like you so, so much.

“I think it was, Hào hào.” I like you too.

[popawritter12]

"Randoms thoughs of Poppa" Part 2

Yandere! Kengan ashura randoms thoughs

1- Sekibayashi would be the sweetest Yandere of all the types, he is kind to you and more than once doubts whether his feelings are correct. But even with those doubts, he seeks to make you happy even with the little things <3.

2-Lihito is genuinely stupid, but a cute stupid. Obviously that doesn't take away from the fact that he will follow you and act like a wayward teenager if you talk to anyone else.

3-Ohma is the least dangerous at the beginning, I mean, even with how monstrously strong he is, at the beginning of Yanderism he will seem more confused and unsure about what he feels, but in the end… let's say that if taken to the extreme of the extreme, he can turn your life in a true horror story.

4-Suekichi, even with his appearance and passive attitude, tends to act almost submissively around you, but behind your back, he shows a true side that even he didn't know.

5-Hajime would be able to poison you in small quantities to always have you close. You were like a little laboratory mouse, or rather, a little doctor's mouse.

6-Karla doesn't change much in her Yandere mode, she is practically the same as in the anime, but add to that the fact that she has recurring attacks of jealousy in public. We are talking about someone who can resort to small pushes or passive-aggressive words or physical attacks very quickly.

7-Saw Paing is the most intense of all, he doesn't even bother to hide that he follows you or that he loves you, and in fact, he will most likely show you off to your family as “his girlfriend” (This before They didn't even become friends.)

And I think he's capable of shouting it to the world if you ask him to (Or even if you don't ask him)

8-Gaolang knows how to hide his feelings from him, even when he is horrendously jealous. In fact, even when he confesses to you, you wonder if he is real or if he was just playing a prank on you.

9-Mokichi has the talent to manipulate in ways that surprise anyone. He is one of the worst in the middle of the story because of how easy it is for him to manipulate you, even with the guilt he feels involved.

10-Takayama tiene terribles tetas 👍🏻.

Finally a second part. I clarify that the number 10 is the most important of all

[lunatic-pudge]

Mpreg Postal Dude (Requested by Norman Reedus)

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Started playing Postal Brain Damaged. Turns out I still suck at shooter games. Oh well. I'll be playing Postal Redux after I finish Brain Damaged. Also, God is trying to Nerf me.

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-Now, you're gonna have to forgive me for not being the most educated on mpreg stuff. But this is such an interesting request (and I keep getting mpreg Dude art on my Insta feed) I had to take this request. Plus, like, why not? Let's get creative with this >:)

-I'm gonna leave some stuff up to interpretation, like this could be some sort of A/B/O scenario, or through some mysterious circumstances Dude became pregnant, or you somehow knocked him up, I'm letting you the reader decide how that happens

-Now, Dude didn't know he could get pregnant. He figured that since he's a guy, that was something he didn't have to worry about. So he didn't think much of it when he would start getting sick more often. Yeah, he was confused on why he seemed to have these random moments of sickness, but he just assumed it was his on and off drug use and his horrible diet

-You, being Dude's beloved partner, was there for him. Forcing him to rest, drink water, "No Dude, you can't have that, you're sick. Now go to bed." "But babe!" He be so whiny and adorable. He'd try to pick a "fight" about it but it so quick to accept defeat

-But then, you jokingly ask if he's pregnant, since he was sick, moody, was starting to get cravings, etc. Cue Dude staring at you blankly as he seriously considers it as a possibility. A very strange one, but still.

-It then leads to you both huddle around the computer looking to see if men can get pregnant. Turns out, it's a very real posibility. So cue the doctor's appointment!

-It seemed weird going to the doctor and being like, "Hey, my boyfriend and I think he's pregnant. Is he?" But the doctor actually considered it and had a blood test done, and it turned out DUDE REALLY WAS PREGNANT?!

-How could you knock my boy up like that?

-I'm just playing, but yeah. Our beloved gangly ginger is with child, somehow. And now it's time to figure out what to do. First thing is no more drugs and alcohol. It was a big fight at first but obviously Dude learned to deal with it

-Man, he'd be so needy while pregnant. Like constantly wanting more attention and affection from you. He'd be so distraught if you have to leave his general vicinity (you literally just had to pee). But he's so hard to be mad at

-The way he'd look so cute as his baby bump starts to show. You know you'd be rubbing your hands all over his bump. He'd let it cause it means getting lovins from you and that's really all he wants in life

-His craving are so weird. He's the type to wake up at 3am and want McDonald's. So get used to that. He'll also want to eat some of the weirdest food combos. Like, he'd probably eat that stuff when not pregnant, but the prenancy makes it worse

-You'll have to stop him from wanting to go out and cause chaos. He's even more quick to rush to violence if someone pisses him off. His jealousy is also worse than usual. Imagine getting murdered by a pregnant man cause you looked at his partner the wrong way. The baby craves the blood of the people that live in Paradise

-Don't have a gender reveal party. Just don't. He will somehow involve some Napalm into it

-CLOTHES SHOPPING FOR THE BABY!!!!! He doesn't care if he's having a girl or boy, they WILL be wearing dinosaur themed outfits. Dinosaurs are freaking awesome and he wants to show that his kid is the coolest. You two might've gone a little crazy with baby shopping. Oops

-I feel this is all jumbled, I think I'm transcreding to a new universe. But before that, I wanna leave you with one last scenario to picture. You and Dude laying in bed, his back pressed against you chest as you have his arms wrapped around him, rubbing his baby bump as you two talk about things such as what you two will be naming the baby. You just know this man is gonna be a sobbing mess when the baby takes their first steps and says their first words <3

[spookyrobbins]

How would Sofia react to Lizzy (the imaginary second child you were talking about the other day)? Both if she was the baby Arizona lost in S9 and if it was an AU where there was no plane crash/Mark didn’t die

haha yes lizzy is much easier than typing out “the second child” or whatever so works for me

so okay sofia would be what 2.5-3 years old when lizzy’s born, which would be like october/november s10. and we’ll just use that timeline regardless of plane crash or not. bc i think that would make sense for calzona in general.

i think the key aspect is actually mark. if he’s alive, his reaction to things probably really colors sofia’s reaction. if he’s dead, obviously he won’t be influencing sofia but sofia likely would have a harder time not being the only child.

let’s do canon first:

so basically keep everything the same through arizona’s miscarriage

arizona and boswell probably still flirt a bit bc arizona does have some pretty major insecurities about everything at this time, but i really don’t think she’d cheat. in canon, imo, what pushed arizona over the edge and put her in that really damaging mental space was the miscarriage. if that doesn’t happen, she’s still not great, but she doesn’t cheat

so it’s a lot of artificially happy calzona and for sofia, as a very young child, that’s probably all well and good especially after the uncertainty of the past 6 months or so where arizona was really withdrawn

and she’s pretty little so she might not fully conceptualize how much things have changed with mark dying and now having a second baby

calzona would absolutely do as much as possible to prepare sofia for a sibling and sofia would probably be pretty excited about. that’s definitely the age when there’s at least an awareness of babies (friends getting siblings etc) and it can be pretty exciting for her

i’d assume calzona would get the house or a house so sofia wouldn’t have to share her room with lizzy

all in all i think tiny sofia would do alright with her baby sister right away bc she’s little and it’s exciting. maybe some jealousy but in that little kid way where they just want attention and a little baby is naturally going to get a bit more attention

given their respective sibling relationships i think calzona would both be really committed to fostering a strong relationship between the two girls - callie bc she doesn’t have a good relationship with her sister and arizona bc she had a strong relationship with her brother

obviously when the girls were older there would probably be conversations explaining how mark was sofias dad but not lizzy’s and how callie carried sofia and arizona carried lizzy.

in general i think that point in time, in a plane crash world, is probably the best time to have a baby. bc sofias little enough not to feel super stressed about being replaced and doesn’t really have a full conception of sharing in the way that she might if she’s older.

as for a non plane crash verse:

i think this would be a much bigger problem than a more canon adjacent world

yes mark is “better” and has a healthy relationship in s8, but i also kind of think that was the result of their general circumstances. splitting childcare between three people is super manageable and they live next door to each other. and despite a weak attempt, mark is still really involved and invasive with their relationship. and anything that disturbs that status quo would throw mark off

and also, sofia is getting a bit older. she’s not just a cute little baby to be carried around and shown off. there’s a reason they’re called the terrible twos after all. and calzona have each other, most of the time, it’s both of them with sofia. whereas mark is by himself.

so sofia turns one (a few months before the plane crash that isn’t happening) and calzona start talking about having another baby. they both had a sibling and don’t want sofia to be by herself. and we know callie specifically seems to have wanted a bigger family in general

mark isn’t super thrilled when he hears that calzona are trying for another baby. he takes it very much as trying to further separate their family from his. he may or may not make a dumb comment offering to be the father. which sends arizona into an absolute rage

let’s fast forward a bit and arizonas pregnant and they’re trying to figure out logistics and arizona especially really wants to get a house bc they’ve outgrown the apartment but callie’s slightly reticent to leave mark behind.

mark takes it badly when they move. like freaks the fuck out on them. mainly callie bc arizonas probably like 7+ months pregnant at this point and genuinely does not have the bandwidth for marks crap. mark probably accuses them of wanting to take sofia away and callie thinks he’s being ridiculous and they’re really only 10 minutes away

mark is definitely weird about everything and despite calzona trying to get sofia excited and ready for the baby, mark keeps undercutting it. and on the one hand, sofias very little but on the other it’s still unhelpful

and then as sofia gets a bit older those comments become actually damaging bc they cause sofia to feel like her moms love lizzy more bc she’s just theirs whereas sofia has mark. and mark really just makes things worse out of a childish insecurity.

maybe even at some point sofia asking to live with mark more than calzona bc she’s marks only kid (kind of) vs having to share everything with her little sister

i suppose the other option would be calzona having lizzy when they briefly talked about trying for another baby in s10/11 but i think that’s for another ask 😂

[captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship]

i love gwynriel and your answers are really convincing. but I'm confused why the hell Sarah put Azriel having some kind of involvement with Elain if gwyn and Az ended up together in the end. because we can't deny that there's something between Elain and Az, there's interest on both sides, even though it might not be simple, there's something lol. but I still don't know who Az will stay with? I don't have an opinion on that. sometimes I think Az and gwyn are endgame, other times I think they didn't get together and there might be someone else for him and someone else for gwyn, obviously. i find azriel so confusing, sarah doesn't give a lot of hints about him, it pisses me off because i love him so much. Also, I'm so sad that there is so much hate on gwyn and Elain because of the ships, if Sarah didn't put azriel with either of them, it would be a war 😂 Sarah is sharing opinions I'm scared of what she's going to do lol

This got a little long, sorry I just digressed 😅

Honestly, I was an e/riel until I read ACOSF (so I guess a total of like a week?) I thought that the whole breaking the bond to be with someone you loved thing was romantic. I thought their aestetic was cute, if not overplayed a hit. But honestly, SJM gives us a lot of clues in ACOSF to show Elain will not stay in the NC and ultimately won’t be with Az. I truly believe that ACOSF put the nail in the coffin for e/riel as endgame. However, it is important for both Az and Elain individually.

1) Az does NOT respect Elain or view her as an equal. She wanted to help with the dread trove and the moment she left the room he went against her decision. She wants to do more with her life, but the entire IC EXCEPT FOR HER MATE underestimates her.

2) Az confesses he has never thought of Elain past sexual fantasies. “He hadn’t gotten that far with his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to.” This is again him just seeing her as a sexual object and not as an equal. 

3) throughout the bonus chapter, Azriel is CONSTANTLY saying how wrong his feelings for Elain are. The shadows tell him to go to bed because they knew Elain was waiting up for him. I’m sorry, but THAT IS NOT HEALTHY. Forbidden love is the WRONG trope for Azriel. There is a great post by @lunainfortuna linked here that goes into it with my commenting there. There is another great post by @acourtofthought that talks about the negative emotions in the BC here

4) Azriel would stifle Elain's growth in the guise of protection (as we have seen in ACOSF by not respecting her choice behind her back) and Elain will appease Azriel (as she does with her sisters) to keep the peace and allow him to do what Nesta did especially if she notes he gets upset whenever she wants to help even if it puts her at risk (call back to how he was overprotective with Mor to the point she feels guilty about making a decision on her own knowing it will upset him). That's not a couple that would compliment each other's growth or challenge each other. Neither will pull the other out of their shell and this is something I think both Azriel and Elain need because everyone around them is happy to let them be in their own head for too long.

5) Aesthetics and being nice to each other does not warrant a long-term stable and equal relationship when we actually look at them as characters and their personality and actions. Azriel, like Nesta, speaks for Elain even if he thought he was thinking in her best interests but those "best interests" are clouded by his desperation for a mate and his jealousy of Lucien and Rhys and Cassian. They weren't Elain's own words and she does have a voice to speak out on it instead of Azriel.

6) I still think ACOSF and the bonus chapter are big indicators that they don't work out as a couple. Sarah could've made them more appealing to the readers but she didn't. This was Nesta’s book, and she could have made Elain a larger part of Nesta’s recovery journey and had her spend more time with azriel. But she didn’t. You know who had the most page time in ACOSF? Nesta, cassian, gwyn, and azriel.

7) rhys is almost always right. The podcast BookTalkforBookTok consistently jokes that he is always telling the future. When he steers Azriel off of Elain before things escalate, he is truly looking out for Az’s best interest. Rhys has great intentions and poor execution. However, whenever rhys says something it’s true. If rhys thought they would be good for each other, then he wouldn’t interfere and would work something out with lucien.

8) cassian saying that Elain looks dreary in black is just SO ON THE NOSE and idk if SJM can make it any clearer. Black is the night court color, black is azriel’s color. @yazthebookish confronts this here and I couldn’t have said it better myself.

9) time and time again, SJM is asked about what the couples would do and EVERYTIME she talks about what Elain and lucien would do together. In her head, they are end game. When asked where they would go on vacation together, she said Paris. Then there was this beauty:

10) Az is still not over mor by solstice and he has a LOT of work to do before being in a relationship. He is using Elain as a distraction against his bigger issues with intimacy and belonging.

Ultimately, I have a theory that Elain tried to steer herself towards azriel and away from lucien for all the wrong reasons. Azriel, despite the wings, looks more or less human. He has rounded ears, is soft spoken, and she associates him with her human life. She meets lucien on the worst night of her life (mirroring how gwyn met Az on her worst night too just fyi), he has long hair, fae ears, a mechanical eye, and looks the part of the fae she grew up hating. HOWEVER, if she got to know the males the opposite is actually true. Despite his looks, azriel is incredibly male and fae. He follows his instincts, he growls/snarls, he is a fighter and a torturer. Lucien, on the other hand, has a very human soul. He currently even lives with Jurian and Vassa. She clings to Az because accepting lucien means accepting being fae and I think she is still in denial. I wouldn’t doubt there would be a point at the beginning of her book where she might want to jump at the opportunity to become human again. She lost the most out of the three sisters by becoming fae and she loves life. Accepting the bond means accepting being fae and this emotional and sexually charged relationship with Az is the bandaid on her gaping wound. It will only keep the bleeding at bay for so long.

Both azriel and Elain are using each other as distractions from their true trauma’s. Azriel latches onto women who are unable to give him the love he deserves. Elain is trying to keep the one human part of her she has left, the ability to choose her partner and not have it chosen for her by the cauldron.

TOG Spoiler:

After finishing TOG, I feel like chaol and azriel will be on similar love stories. Chaol had loved a girl prior to the events of throne of glass but found her in bed with Rolland, and I think this parallels to Az’s relationship to Mor. Then his next relationship was with Aelin. It was hinted at through all of TOG and before they got together in COM. Their relationship was short and brief and ended badly (I think they were officially together for like a week before shit hit the fan). This parallel’s Az and Elain. Both couples look good on paper, but lack the special spark that makes SJM couples endgame. They end up being worse for each other because of their personalities and they give into their insecurities with each other. This leads me to think that Azriel will go on a journey of introspection and emotional healing with the help of gwyn, just like chaol did with yrene. Just like yrene, gwyn has the power to heal with her invoking stones. I can go on but you get the point. When they all meet again in KOA, they are all happy for each other despite their rocky past just like I think the whole Elain/lucien/Az/gwyn group will be.

Ultimately SJM is gonna do what she is gonna do. But I for one will be incredibly disappointed if Elain and Az are endgame because I think they both deserve better. They are both good characters, but toxic together.

[olderthannetfic]

Got a bit of an odd one that's more of a vent than a question I suppose because I genuinely don't know if there's an answer lol

So I have this friend, who I care for immensely, and generally speaking they're super cool and chill about just about everything. They're not an anti, they're not weird about anything i read or talk about, there's plenty we can relate on and chat about, and we play several of the same games--it's mostly fantastic. Thing is they're weirdly possessive at times? And I'm just never sure how to approach the situation? Without getting into specifics, because this is NOT how I'd like to have this conversation with them, at first they ship characters with each other, as you do, and then gradually get attached to some of the characters and start fantasizing about being in a relationship with that character--as you do. This is all fine, it's cute to watch them fall all over themselves when the character in question gets a cutscene all of their own. I have zero problems with this. The weird bit is after they get attached to this character, no one else is allowed to get attached to them. This takes the shape of, for example, getting defensive and angry if you mention that you're romancing the same character in one of those farming sims, or implying that it'd be mean for me to pull for the character they're attracted to because it's /their/ character (yes this second point is about a gacha game, and yes they've spent hundreds on that character). Everyone's got their eccentricities, this is certainly one of the most manageable kinds, and I don't overly mind working around their fussing. It's not like it's hard to just romance a different character and not share ship art involving the one they're attracted to. But it /is/ baffling and a little uncomfortable and as i'm somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum? completely foreign to me. How can you possibly care so much about a blorbo that someone else caring about that blorbo actively makes you angry? What? Wouldn't that mean more people are caring about your blorbo and thus more content will be made?? How is it a bad thing for other people to like the blorbo? I don't get it. Is this normal, and I've just never been close enough to a fan to notice? Is it weird? Should I say something???

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It has always been commonplace, and I have a zero tolerance policy. Though not every self-shipper is like this by a long shot, it's also one of the reasons a lot of slash fandom has always been allergic to self-shippers.

Jealousy is a nasty character defect, and if someone doesn't even try to control it, I wonder what other selfish, entitled behavior they're going to visit on me. They obviously don't think I deserve to have fun in fandom too.

[irafuwas]

Malleus or Rook for the ask meme, your pick! :>

For this character ask meme!

I’ll do Mallepon for this one!

one aspect about them i love

Honestly, I love that he’s so silly 😭 He’s this big, scary guy - one of the most powerful mages in the world, and yet he loves his Tamagotchi, and he pouts when he’s upset, and he’s so cute and happy when he infodumps about dragons and gargoyles, and he’ll gladly eat ice cream three meals a day. I just love my son so much 😭

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

Ahh, prior to Ch 5 dropping, I’d seen a few posts going around twitter and whatnot that wondered if Mal maybe doesn’t like Silver all that much (like, that maybe he was really jealous of Silver because of how Lilia treats them differently, and he doesn’t like him that much in general). And while I do agree there’s likely a very deeply underlying sense of jealousy in his heart, I never doubted that Malleus loves Silver fiercely. I was very glad that that became much clearer with Ch 5, and I’m seeing a lot more people now realizing just how much Mal loves Silver. So the one aspect I wished more people would understand about him has kind of been resolved now lol.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

Autistic king (literally).

2. Judging by how he talks to Gao Gao and how he talked to the gargoyle in GloMas, I like to think he normally just talks to inanimate objects and animals like they’re people. I’m also a firm believer in the HC that he would just talk to baby Silver as though he were a whole adult, and he’d have one-sided convos with him while he played chess with the baby and read really advanced books to him fkjdfhg

3. He doesn’t like having his tail out in his two-legged form at NRC ‘cause he found it scares humans too much. But he leaves it out when he’s in BV since the people there are used to seeing it. He probably mostly wears robes and flowy garments back home since it’d be easier to walk around in with his tail out.

one character i love seeing them interact with

I adore all his interactions with the first years! He’s so cute with them and you can tell he does enjoy talking to them, it’s just that people are usually so afraid of him he doesn’t often get the chance to do so. He was so cute with Epeppy in GloMas, with Ace in his bloom bday vignette, and with Deuce on various occasions. My very favorite is whenever he interacts with Ortho! They’re super cute together in Mal’s Scary Dress vignette, and they mention each other in Ortho’s Union B-day vignette and in Mal’s Bloom broom b-day voice lines. (In the former, Ortho picks Mal to bring to a deserted island so that mal can protect him from lightning, and in the latter mal says ortho gave him some goggles that can “transport him to other worlds” but he wonders if little shroud tricked him ‘cause he doesn’t see anything when he puts them on (so ortho bought him like vr glasses but mal probably didn’t turn them on 😭😭)).

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

I’m the number one supporter of Malletouille (platonic malleus draconia x remy ratatouille)!! I know they would be friends, I just know it!!

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

I imagine when Silver was teeny tiny, he obviously wouldn’t have understood the concept of social stratification, so he probably just looked to Malleus as his older brother or an uncle type of figure. And Mal loved that, because there are so few people in his life who just love him for him and who don’t treat him differently due to his great power and his position as crown prince. And so it hurt him deeply when Silver got older and started distancing himself from Mal once Silver realized that he was supposed to be subservient to Mal. But Mal never talks about it though, he just keeps his sadness to himself.

[eccentrickleptomaniac]

hi again :D

thank you for drawing estonia! the art was so cute !!! do you have any headcanons for ukraine?

sure!

ukraine is rather quiet and tends to keep to herself most of the time. she was never one looking for trouble. however, she's also incredibly bitter and tends to have problems with jealousy. this formulated especially during world war two involving poland. it's one of the only times she's ever actively had a grudge against someone, and it'd been building up since the 20s after the polish-ukrainian war and poland promising to protect her. this obviously didn't go well, as during the polish-soviet war ukraine disappeared from their own plane and out into the real world (ooh i'll have to give context on that. basically in my hc theres a plane specifically for countries to live in and then theres our world. a free and sovereign country can travel between the two freely but annexed countries are limited to the real world. it's incredibly lonely out there considering they cannot talk to anyone other than other countries.). from there she just grew angrier and angrier at poland, viewing him as being let off the hook and undeserving of his freedom which eventually culminated in, uh, everything the upa did to polish people LOL.

after world war 2 the two didn't talk much. poland very specifically avoided areas where she thought she might've seen her (as well as her sister in all honesty. i hc ukraine and lithuania as good friends while under the ussr because they're both, uh, a little angry at poland during this time). during the time she spends alone and out there she grows into a very defiant person. she begins to learn to stand up for herself.

after the fall of the soviet union she gets on good terms with most of europe and begins to despise her brother (russiaaaa) post-georgia invasion. she forms a friend group with lithuania and poland (lublin triangle!) as well as georgia and moldova (association trio :3). to her friend's she's known as a very brave person who isn't afraid to stand for what she believes to be right. outsiders might view her initially as soft but that pretty much got thrown out the window with the whole "Russia invades ukraine" thing. it also helped her be "friends" with america. (america is very stocky and does not consider anyone to be his friend, only allies. he acts like an emotionless corporation twitter account tbf)

she enjoys crochet and hiking. she has chronic migranes and joint pains due to chernobyl. she is a girlboss

sorry this isnt well thought out im about to go to bed LOL

edit 08/08/23: her """"government assigned"""" username is utopianArmageddon.

[angstyandromanticwriting]

‘Louisiana Rose’ (An OC) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute and Fluffy Prompt

• Rose’s face claim is Margot Robbie as Nellie LaRoy

• Connected somewhat to previous parts/earlier parts I have written + there will be more

• Inspired by Daisy Jones & the Six

!TW: Jealousy, implied suffering from depression + anxiety + separation anxiety, implied/mention of being addicted/struggling with control over drinking + taking drugs, mention of abusing alcoholic substances + drugs, drugs (Ecstasy pills), smoking, insult(s) + swearing, elements of homophobia + suffering under homophobic views, mention of a previous experience of violence (previously being shot), elements of self-doubt, mention of previously overdosing + previously as well as present time trying to commit suicide, elements of wanting to die, implied previously being homeless, blood, self put-down(s), elements of self-harm, injury detail (cuts), having a nightmare/nightmare(s), mention of being a victim of an attempted murder, implied previously sacrificing one’s own life for another, having to have stitches - if I have missed any, let me know ❤️!

As soon as the band, including you and Rose, had arrived in your and her home town - Louisiana - things seemed to instantly kick off, and not in the way either of you would have wanted it to. For starters, Rose obviously had to continue her pretend relationship with Joel in front of those who had heard about the arrival, and Joel was evidently still salty about it; that he had to pretend, and that she was acting the way she was with him though she felt nothing for him, and he also was salty about her having feelings for you, instead of him, so he would continue trying to spite you in any way he possibly could.

An example of this was whilst the band were being bombarded by questions upon stepping out into the platform, and you would make sure to try and hang back with Eddie, not wanting to get involved too much, especially when you knew how your appearance of being often drunk or high was being criticised in the local newspaper recently.

“Louisiana!” One of the people called - a man similar to the two that had previously been on the train with you, wearing dark-lensed glasses. Rose would tense up, before forcing a smile in the man’s direction, whilst avoiding eye contact with Joel as much as she possibly could. “I know you and Joel have been together for just a little while now, but - will we be expecting any wedding bells soon? Or an engagement announcement?” He questioned, and though Rose’s smile wanted nothing, but to drop, Joel would smirk, and look over at her, before he looked back at them after sneaking a glare over at you, prompting your heart to sink even further, whilst you bowed your head, and bit down a little on your bottom lip to stop it from trembling; you and Rose had known, and been together for so much longer - it should be you and her getting married, like you’d always dreamt that you would.

“Of course you can’t expect us to tell, but - all I can say at the moment is that: there might be something on the horizon,” he answered, and you would falter, glancing up at Rose, and she would appear dejected for a moment, whilst she was hiding her face a little, and acting as if she were fixing her hair, “something me and Rose have been recently discussing.”

“Sounds promising,” the man replied, but you found that every sound around you was now fuzzy, and unclear; it felt as if everything was collapsing within you, and it was painful.

“That’s because it is, especially for us,” Joel remarked, and Rod would notice Rose looking back at you with a crestfallen and apologetic expression on her face; she’d not told you about Joel’s plan - that he would end up proposing to her after the first concert, but when she found she couldn’t meet your gaze, she would begrudgingly look back at the man once she felt able to force another smile, and hesitantly hold Joel’s hand, though it felt wrong to her to be doing so.

“What are you hiding from me-?” Rose inquired playfully, though she already knew, and you would find yourself glancing up at her again as soon as you heard her voice - your hearing had even seemed to return to normal upon hearing it again.

“A gentleman never tells,” he answered, and Rose would pout, before gently slapping his left shoulder, prompting those watching to laugh, and talk excitedly about what might happen, “don’t worry - you’ll find out soon.”

You couldn’t take it anymore, whilst tears began to cloud your vision, and you found yourself inching closer to Rose; you were desperate to meet her gaze, but Eddie would try and hold you back in a not-so-obvious way. “Rose,” you mustered feebly, your voice shaky and close to a whisper, and as soon as she heard it, she found herself looking back at you, whilst her heart began to ache excruciatingly, especially when she could see that you were trying not to cry, “why-”

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed silently, though it was paining her even to be standing, and you would shake your head subconsciously, desperate for her to change her mind; to not let whatever you knew would happen occur.

Because he could see the questions were only making the situation worse that it already was, Rod would step in. “We’ll have just one more question, preferably for me,” he suggested, but this suggestion would be ignored.

“Y/n!” Another person called, and you would sudden appear as if you were full of dread, looking in the direction of the voice calling for your attention.

“Or not,” Rod would mutter under his breath, whilst the man eagerly prepped his notepad and pen.

“Is it true you’ve given up on being a recovering drug and alcohol addict, and if so - why?” He pried, and you would grimace, before looking over at Rose, again, who would be trying for keep her gaze fixed upon the ground.

“There’s no point in trying anymore,” you expressed, your voice barely audible, and Rose would feel worse, wishing she could do more to turn things around, and to improve the situation for both you and her, and people like you and her, “e-especially.. especially not now.”

“Then why haven’t you quit the band yet? There must be a reason why you’re still with them,” he continued, and you would bow your head a little, whilst Rose found herself glancing over at you; she evidently knew why you were still there, and it pained her to think that you were forcing yourself to continue because of her, and your hope that things would change for you both, when it was only hurting you more to stay, and making you drink, as well as consume more crushed up ecstasy pills than you usually did those times you both were seeing one another behind the backs of the band.

“Because it’s always been a dream of mine to be in a band,” you claimed, not sure of what else to say; you knew it would only make things worse if you answered truthfully, though you wanted to, more than anything.

“You don’t have to lie,” the man replied, whilst Rod appeared to be frustrated, and impatient to get to the next hotel he’d booked, lighting another of his cigarettes whilst you stammered a little, and kept your head low whilst tears began to stream down your cheeks, “it’s because of Louisiana, isn’t it? You love her, don’t you?”

“Y/n,” Rose cooed gently, and you would hesitantly look over at her, though it pained you to do so, now that you knew you could end up losing her again, “you don’t have to answer-”

“I do,” you answered truthfully, your voice briefly trembling whilst you did, and your gaze would never leave her’s whilst you did, and she found she couldn’t look away, all of a sudden, lost in your eyes blissfully, whilst you were gradually beginning to find yourself lost in her’s, stammering a little more whilst you did, “I’ve-.. I’ve loved her ever since I first met her; she.. she’s everything to me.. but because of.. of you assholes-”

“Y/n,” Rod warned, but you wouldn’t acknowledge him; you didn’t care what they might end up doing to you.

“It’s because of you that we can’t be together,” you spat, and everyone would fall quiet, until you pushed past Rod, and stormed away from the scene, the group, Rose ahead of them, soon following after you, with Rose following immediately after you’d made to get away from them.

“Y/n-!” Rose called, but you wouldn’t stop walking, no matter how much you wanted to, and got the urge to just turn and around and throw your arms around her whilst you cried into her right shoulder, and she held you close to her. “Y/n, wait! Please,” she begged, and then managed to catch your right arm in her right hand, prompting you to falter, and to forget how to breathe for a moment whilst she carefully turned you around, and eased you into a hug, prompting you to instantly melt into her embrace whilst you buried your face into the crook of her neck, silently crying into it, whilst Rod and the others would try and subtly cover you both, “I love you - you know that, right?”

You would falter, a pained expression on your face whilst you glanced up at her. “You love me?” You uttered, and she would nod hastily, whilst tears threatened to spill from her eyes, alongside your’s; she couldn’t bear to see you like this, and wondered if her heart was actually in the process of breaking; it felt like it was, and it was more painful than any pain she’d ever felt and experienced before. “Then marry me, instead,” you pleaded shakily, evidently desperate, and she would frown, wishing she could; she wanted nothing more, than to be your wife, instead of Joel’s, but she knew that you both probably wouldn’t be able to, and knew that the press would be talking again, if she tried, and she was terrified of you getting hurt again like you had been, before; shot during the last concert, before you’d both decided to travel back here with the others.

“You know we can’t,” she reminded you, “it would never be allowed-”

“Fine,” you whined, “just-.. don’t marry him, please.. o-or just.. just kiss me, and I’ll - I’ll know that nothing will ever change between us; that we’ll always be together, n-no matter - no matter what.”

She would hesitate, though she was longing to feel your lips against her’s again; it had been a couple or so hours since you’d both last kissed, and she was missing the feeling already, like you evidently were, too, but she couldn’t shake the bad feeling from her stomach; there were many people watching, and if you ended up being shot again like you had been not too long ago, now, she knew she’d never forgive herself for letting it happen. A strained sob would beg to escape your lips in response to her hesitation, whilst you began to feel numb, and as if you were losing everything again. “We can’t, not here-”

You would scoff, whilst a pained expression crossed her face; she didn’t know what to do, and was beginning to fear that the ‘fight’ would lead to you leaving, and she couldn’t imagine her life without you in it; she could only picture her future being with you. “You mean.. You mean you can’t, right?” You murmured, and she would falter, a hurt look on her face; she couldn’t believe you’d suggest something like that; that she simply just didn’t want to kiss you, or was ashamed of herself for being in love with you. “D-Don’t worry about it, then,” you mustered, your voice cracking almost as consistently as your heart felt like it was, “I-.. I can see now that you were just lying to me back on the train-”

“I wasn’t,” she contradicted, “I love you, Y/n, and I always have; it’s you who I want to spend the rest of my life with, not Joel, or anyone else-”

You couldn’t help, but snort, before shaking your head, and pulling out of her embrace. “You don’t have to lie,” you mused, mimicking - or attempting to badly - the man who’d questioned you’s voice, and Rose would grunt, guessing you were still a little high, after you’d taken a few of the crushed up ecstasy pills before getting on the train with her and the others.

“I’m not lying,” she retorted, “when have I ever lied to you?”

You would grimace, before bowing your head again, and stuffing your hands deep into your pockets whilst even more tears began to threaten to escape your eyes, though you’d already had a bunch escape earlier. “You didn’t tell me about your and Joel’s agreement,” you reminded her dejectedly, and she would frown when she remembered, before nodding gravely, and looking away from you; she’d been cursing herself for deciding not to tell you ever since Joel had suggested he and her get engaged after the next show to try and make the pretend relationship more convincing than it was, but it was only because she’d been afraid of how you might react; what the news might do to you, and she couldn’t let herself hurt you again like that, to the point you ended up often overdosing, and trying, even, to take your own life by yourself, without the help of alcohol, or drugs.

“I - I mean-.. about my feelings for you,” she clarified hastily, “I’ve never lied to you about how I feel about you; about us - I could never do that to you-”

“Sure,” you interjected, though you evidently still didn’t believe her, frustrating, as well as beginning to panic her a little, “maybe you should try all these lies on Joel again, j-just - just to - y’know-.. make the engagement even sweeter-”

“Maybe I will,” she snapped, prompting you to fall quiet, but she would try not to feel guilty, though the crestfallen expression on your face was hurting her more than she thought it ever could, “l-look-.. I can’t talk to you whilst you’re like this - you’ve gotta sober up, first, and we’ll discuss it after-”

“I am sober!” You cried, before cursing softly, and lifting your hands up to your face; you were sick of being in pain, and crying all the time like you found yourself doing more often, recently, and wished you could just collapse and let all the drugs and alcohol you’d recently consumed take you away, though you knew nothing would ever be the same, if you ever found yourself without Rose by your side. “Too sober,” you added feebly, after letting your hands drop again, and she could now see that you’d begun to cry again, prompting her heart to somehow sink further than it already had whilst her expression began to soften again, “I know where the damn hotel is, so-.. I’m gonna go and have a drink - I’ll-.. I’ll catch you guys there later-”

“No,” Rose interrupted, before catching your right arm again; she couldn’t let you go to the bar, for fear of you drinking too much, and her possibly losing you if you did, “you - you can’t-”

“Don’t worry,” you managed, before glancing back at her, and forcing a smile, though all you could do was muster a faint one; you felt too numb, and hollow, to do any better than that, “I’ll.. I’ll keep to one, or two, n-nothing more than that, not that.. not that you’d care, anyway, if I went over two, right? You’ve got other things to focus on, now, l-like - like your upcoming engagement, remember?”

You would then drag yourself away from her, and Rod would catch her left arm before she could rush after you again; she was desperate to fix things between you and her, as she hated seeing them break down like that whenever you both fought due to the press’ dislike of you both being two women in love with one another. “Probably best to give her some time,” he stated, and Rose would reluctantly nod gravely, though she was evidently worried that something might happen to you, if she didn’t go with you, but Rod wouldn’t release her, until she had appeared to have begrudgingly accepted that you probably needed some time alone to process what had just happened. She would soon regret it, though - not going after you, when she found herself growing increasingly anxious, and feeling as if something was wrong, especially when she and the others had found themselves still waiting for you to arrive after the sun had begun to go down, and it was fast growing darker and darker outside, as well as beginning to rain quite heavily, prompting Rose to drag them out to search for you; she couldn’t lose you, not again.

🜚

The first place Rose would decide to go to was the alleyway you’d used to live in, but it was as quiet as it used to be after she’d found you, and invited you to live with her, and - now panicked even more - she would hastily begin to walk in the direction of the bar you’d both used to go to together, and had even confessed that you both had feelings for one another in. Though she’d rather be running, terrified that she was wasting too much time walking, she knew that the others might complain - especially Rod with his one false leg, so she would force herself to try and maintain composure, whilst silently begging for you to be okay when the group finally found you, which they did shortly after, slumped down outside of the bar, your hair damp, like your clothes currently were, and Rose would falter, a pained expression on her face; you seemed quite limp, and pale - paler than you usually were, and this observation made her blood begin to run cold.

“Y/n-!” Rose called, before she rushed up to you, and crouched down beside you, but you wouldn’t lift your head, and she would then notice that you were trembling quite violently, prompting her heart to sink, and her to curse herself for not ignoring Rod, and running after you like she had been planning on doing. She would then carefully hook her left arm around your waist, prompting you to wince, and groan a little, as if you were in pain, and she would hesitantly lower you back down. “What’s wrong-? S-Say something,” she pleaded feebly, whilst beginning to feel numb; she didn’t know what to do, and would then notice that your sleeves, and trouser legs had a much too familiar red substance on them, prompting her to falter again, and find she couldn’t speak, or even think for a moment, shocked.

“Rose,” you mustered barely audibly, and she would recover instantly upon hearing your voice, glancing back up at you, “you - you shouldn’t be here-..”

She would frown, shaking her head, before she lifted her right hand up to your left cheek delicately, and you would instantly find yourself melting into her touch subconsciously, whilst tears began to stream down your cheeks again - though it was raining, she could tell that you had been crying for a while, and it was excruciating to see; your eyes were so sore, and darker than they usually were, whilst further tears glistened within them. “Why-? Did someone do this to you?” She questioned, but you wouldn’t answer, instead prying your gaze from her’s though you’d rather remain lost in her stunning icy blue eyes; you felt as if you’d betrayed her, in a way, for doing this to yourself, and you couldn’t stand it; it was painful, and you’d begun to even wish that she’d drop you, because you were certain that she’d be happier with Joel; she deserved someone better than you.

She would then try and lift your right sleeve, but you wouldn’t let her, wincing whilst you tried to stop her by holding her left hand in your right one, though it was excruciating for you to make the smallest of movements, right now, after you’d ended up leaving many uneven cuts wherever you could on your body; you didn’t want to have to live with the pain anymore, and were hoping that they would finally put you out of your misery. “Don’t-”

“Please, Y/n,” she begged, “let me look; I need to help you-”

“You don’t need to,” you contradicted, prompting her to scoff, whilst a hurt look crossed her face.

“I do,” she persisted, “I love you, Y/n; I can’t live without you, so - so please don’t make me try, because you dying would kill me, too. Just-.. please - let me help you, and I swear I’ll try and change things for us; I’ll try and fix everything, b-because I don’t wanna hurt you anymore.” You would hesitantly let go of her hand, after bowing your head further; you still doubted that things would get any better for you both, but didn’t want to upset her any further than you already had, though all you wanted to do was disappear for her, and for her to forget about you, no matter how painful it would be for you if she did. She would then timidly lift your right sleeve, and her heart would sink - there were cuts left along the whole of your right arm, even up to your shoulder, and her tears would soon manage to escape whilst she lifted your left sleeve to find that there were more cuts like the one on your right arm, prompting her to guess that the blood stains on your trousers were all coming from cuts similar to these ones. She would then nod gravely, a hurt look on her face again, but she didn’t blame you, though you felt as if she should be blaming you for everything that had happened recently - she blamed herself for not warning you about the upcoming engagement, and not kissing you like she had been longing to a few hours earlier at the train station; things might have been different if she did, she believed, and now you could possibly die on her with any passing moment, beginning to panic her again.

“Here, I’ll help you carry her, Louisiana,” Eddie offered, and Rose would smile her thanks over at him whilst she and him carefully lifted you off of the damp ground, “and I can treat and stitch up her cuts once we get back to the hotel.”

“Just let me bandage them up - I’m an expert, I swear,” Suki requested, and Eddie would nod his permission, whilst the group moved as fast as they could, desperate to get you back to the hotel before you could fall unconscious on them.

🜚

Whilst Rod and the others were anxiously discussing the fate of the next show within the special room the hotel had set up for them, you and Rose were in the bathroom within her room; she had been trying to provide comfort to you after you’d been sick less than a few minutes ago, most likely due to the high amount of alcohol you had consumed not too long ago. “Do you want me to get you anything-?” She inquired, whilst carefully cradling you close to her whilst you trembled a little within her embrace, and were trying not to cry again; you felt as if you were being a burden on her, again, and you hated it; you hated getting in her way, like you believed yourself currently to be doing. “Water, maybe?” She suggested, and you would shake your head, not wanting her to bother with you anymore, and she would lift her right hand a little to stroke your hair, knowing you liked it whenever she did, and you couldn’t help, but feebly smile up at her, prompting her heart to skip a beat, or two, and her to subconsciously smile lovingly back down at you. “Are you sure?” She pried, and you would nod.

“I’m just-.. happy, being here with you,” you answered, “I don’t need anything else.”

She would be surprised, but relieved; she thought maybe you’d still be upset with her, and - in some ways - wished you were; she wanted you to shout at her for hurting you the way she evidently had, feeling as if she deserved it, but you could never do that to her; could never blame her - you loved her too much, to. “I love you so much,” she expressed, and you would begin to feel warm and fuzzy again, your eyes even glinting a little in response, whilst your heart began to race blissfully alongside her’s, “you - you know that, right-? And I’m so sorry, I really am-”

“Don’t apologise,” you interrupted gently, “none of this is your fault, Rose, it’s mine, and the Press’-”

“No,” she contradicted, not wanting you to feel as if you were to blame for the situation, “it isn’t your’s - the Press’, definitely, but not your’s; you did nothing wrong, I should have told you about what Joel said-”

You would falter - remembering again - the ‘plan’. “Are.. Are you marrying him?” You inquired, appearing disheartened again, and Rose would frown, a pained expression on her face; she hated seeing you like this - like you had been before she’d found you; appearing as if you were about to lose everything. “It’s okay if you are, I just.. I..”

You would then fall quiet, finding it had even grown to be too painful to speak, and she would shake her head faintly, relocating - now - her right hand to your right cheek, and you would instantly melt into her touch again subconsciously, whilst staring ahead of you with a thoughtful, numb, and empty look on your face. “I’m gonna get out of it, I swear-”

“No,” you murmured, not wanting her to feel as if she had to try and do that for you, “you don’t have to; I don’t want you to get into trouble-”

“I won’t, don’t worry,” she tried to reassure you, “I can’t marry him - not when I’d rather marry someone else.”

You would be surprised, doubtfully wondering who, for a moment, though you weren’t sure why. “Someone else?” You mused, and she would nod, whilst beaming down at you. “Who?” You pried, and she would lift an eyebrow.

“You, silly,” she answered, “I love you; I always have, and always will, no matter what - and I promise I’ll stop at nothing to get those assholes to let us get married, instead.”

“I love you so much,” you returned, before slowly turning around though it was paining you to do so, and delicately connecting your lips to her’s, before she could protest to you moving too much, after you had recently been treated, but the kiss soon left her in a dazed state, to the point she found she had forgotten about how she’d been meaning to protest, before you had initiated it. “A-And no matter what happens - we can always - maybe.. elope? It’s not like we need their consent, if they disagree with us being in love with one another,” you suggested, and Rose would think about it for a moment, before nodding, “or we could-.. run away? Try and find somewhere that might accept us?”

“I suppose we could,” she mused, “it’s just if.. if the.. band would come with us? If they’d let us continue as we are? Rod’s the one who organises everything, we’ll have to ask him if he knows someplace we’d be free to be together in.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, “should - should we ask him, later?”

“I could go and ask him, now, he’s just downstairs,” she answered, and you would hesitate, evidently nervous about being alone, but you didn’t want to hold her back, so you would reluctantly nod, before delicately connecting your lips to her’s again.

“Only if you want to,” you replied, and she would nod, whilst blood rushed to both your and her cheeks, prompting you to beam over at her as soon as you noticed that she was blushing, and she would smirk over at you, too, amused by your reaction.

“Do you want me to?” She inquired, and you would nod hastily, trying to hide that you were worried about what might happen, if she left you alone within the room.

“Just promise me you’ll be back, soon,” you requested, and she would smirk, before nodding.

“I’ll be back before you know it, I promise,” she cooed, before kissing you again delicately, and begrudgingly dragging herself up, and helping you up alongside her, before she slowly led you out of the room, and helped you lay down upon her bed, “just call me, if - if you change your mind, okay? Or get scared.”

“I - I will,” you replied, and she would smile softly, before nodding, and dragging herself out of the room, though she’d rather stay with you, and remain snuggled up with you, like she had been a little while ago, now, before you’d begun to feel nauseous.

🜚

It had felt as if it had been longer than it actually had been - the time you’d found yourself alone for, and though all the lights were on, you found yourself trembling, and hugging the covers tightly, whilst wishing Rose would return to you with every passing minute; you were terrified, and would constantly tense up whenever you heard the smallest of natural sounds.

Once you could hear that there were footsteps approaching outside, you would whimper quietly, and bury your face into the duvet, and even jump a little when you could hear that the door was being unlocked, and then opened slowly. “I’m back-!” A familiar voice chimed, and you would instantly relax upon hearing Rose’s voice, turning painfully and awkwardly to face her whilst wincing, and whining a little whenever the healing cuts were beginning to pain you and sting again. “I got you something to eat,” she stated, whilst using her back to close the door since she had no hands currently free, “that’s why I was longer than I thought I’d be - I just thought-..” She would be surprised to find you looking as if you’d seen a ghost; your eyes were currently quite wide, and you appeared to be almost breathless. “Hey,” she cooed, before setting the bowl of soup, and glass of water down on the bedside table to your left, so she could sit on the edge of the bed beside you, and carefully cradle you close to her, soothing you even more than you thought possible whilst you buried your face blissfully into the crook of her neck, and would take in her sweet perfume, feeling safer than you ever had before, “what’s wrong-? You should have called me-”

“I just missed you, t-that’s all,” you claimed, not wanting to worry her, and she would be surprised, as well as flattered, smiling lovingly down at you, “d-don’t worry.”

“Good,” she replied, “because I missed you, too; I was worried it was just me, for a moment.”

“Seriously? Of course I missed you,” you whined, and she would grin, evidently amused by your reaction, “I always feel-.. so - lost.. when you’re not with me.. that’s why it hurts so much whenever I see you with Joel, I guess.. ‘cause it’s like I’m not there anymore.. a-and - and like I don’t matter anymore to you, or anyone.”

Rose would be surprised, not expecting you to feel that way, whilst she also felt guilty, and wished she could do more to try and make things better for you both; to rid herself of the fear she often held, that you might get hurt again if she were open with you in public like she wished she could be, instead of acting as if you meant nothing to her. She would then delicately connect her lips to your’s whilst small tears began to run down both your and her cheeks, and they would blissfully mix together. Once the kiss had sadly ended, she would connect her forehead to your’s affectionately, allowing you to easily find yourself getting lost within her stunning icy blue eyes again. “You’re never gonna have to feel that way again, I promise,” she whispered, and you would manage a weak smile back at her, before you lovingly and delicately booped the tip of her nose with your’s, “next time I have to speak to Rod, or whoever, and you feel like you can’t move, o-or just want me to - I’ll carry you downstairs, or call them up here; I’m never gonna leave your side again, Y/n, not unless you want me to.”

“I - I’ll never leave your’s, either, u-until you want me to, too,” you returned, “what-.. what did Rod say, anyway? Does he know anywhere we could go?”

“Not yet,” she answered dejectedly, and you would frown, a pained expression on your face; you were evidently desperate to get away from here, “but he said he’d look into it.”

“Did he seem.. mad, about it? O-Or-..?” You mustered, and she would hesitate, suggesting he hadn’t exactly presented himself to be pleased about the idea of moving again so soon.

“Not - exactly,” she claimed, “he just didn’t seem.. happy - that’s all, b-but I think he’s up for it - he wants us to be happy, too.”

“And we will be,” you responded gently, “well - happier than we are, now, alone together, here.” She would nod, beaming over at you, before she delicately connected her lips to your’s again, and would lift her right hand up to stroke your hair like she normally did whenever she wanted to try and provide comfort and reassurance to you, as well as herself; she was still on edge, waiting for Rod’s decision, as were you - all you wanted was to be free with her. “Want me to feed you-?” She inquired playfully, and you would smirk, before nodding, and she would then take up the bowl, and spoon-feed the soup to you, until you felt as if you couldn’t have anymore, and she would cuddle up with you again until you both gradually began to fall asleep within one another’s arms.

🜚

You would soon wake up crying quietly beside Rose, after you’d had a nightmare in which you’d found her and Joel kissing passionately, and though you thought things couldn’t get any worse than they had, she would tell you that she didn’t want to see you anymore after she’d spotted you at her bedroom door, before slamming it, and that was the moment that you’d woken up, and begun to cry whilst you trembled a little, feeling empty, numb, and as if you were in excruciating pain not manifested by the many cuts almost all over your body. You would then glance over at Rose, still peacefully and blissfully sleeping, before you timidly shuffled closer to her, and would carefully wrap your arms around her without trying to wake her; you were terrified that she’d disappear if you let go, and would bury your face into her right shoulder whilst you sniffled a little, and would try and calm yourself down, her presence beside you, and warmth helping more than you ever could. “Please don’t leave me,” you whispered shakily, “I - I’ll try harder, I swear; I love you so much.. more than anything, a-and I can’t do this without you..”

“Y/n-?” Rose would coo sleepily, upon hearing your voice, and you would falter, a pained expression on your face. “You okay?” She inquired, before turning to face you, and cradling your trembling body close to her’s, and you would try and hide your face from her whilst you tried not to break down again, but would soon begin to struggle. “Did you have a nightmare?” She pried, and would then notice that your glass of water was still full, and had evidently remained untouched since she’d brought it up for you alongside the soup she’d made for you earlier. “Please drink more water,” she whined, and you would wince, before hesitantly reaching for the water, and taking small sips from the glass; you didn’t want to upset, or worry her anymore than you evidently already had, “good - now.. do you wanna talk about it, or-?”

You would hesitate, before hastily shaking your head, and feebly smiling up at her. “Can-.. Can I kiss you-?” You requested, and she would nod, smiling lovingly over at you, prompting your heart to skip a beat, and yourself to forget how to breathe, for a moment.

“Of course you can,” she answered, “you don’t have to ask me, silly.” You would wince, appearing embarrassed for a moment whilst blood began to rush to your cheeks, prompting her to giggle, evidently amused by your reaction to her remark. “C’mere,” she cooed, before easing you closer to her, and delicately connecting her lips to your’s, and you would instantly melt into the kiss, soon forgetting about the nightmare, “I love you so much, and I promise I’ll never let your nightmares hurt you; I won’t ever let anyone hurt you ever again, no matter what.”

“I - I love you, too,” you returned shakily, before burying your face into the crook of her neck, “but-.. please don’t ever let yourself get hurt for me; I’m the one who deserves to suffer, not you-”

“Hey,” she interjected, a hurt look on her face, and you would fall quiet whilst you began to get lost in her stunning icy blue eyes again, “you don’t deserve to suffer, don’t - don’t say that - promise me you’ll never say anything like that, or think anything like that ever again.”

“O-Okay,” you replied, “I won’t, I promise.”

“We’ve got another show tomorrow,” she mused, and you would nod gravely, “but if you don’t feel up for it-”

“I’ll be fine,” you tried to reassure her, forcing a confident tone, and she would hesitate, before nodding, and smiling over at you, before she delicately kissed you again whilst you played with her hair with your right hand.

“As long as you’re sure,” she returned, and you would nod again, “but if you feel bad tomorrow, let me know, and I’ll tell Rod to cancel it - promise me you will, even.”

“I promise I’ll tell you,” you responded, and she would express relief, whilst you would appear flattered, as well as flustered; you’d never been cared about, or loved as much as she cared about, and loved you.

“Good,” she replied, “we better try and get some more sleep, I guess, but we’ll be able to stay up tomorrow for longer if you feel up for it.”

“I’d love that,” you expressed, before affectionately connecting your forehead to her’s, “g-goodnight, my beloved Louisiana Rose.”

“Goodnight, my beloved Y/n L/n,” she returned gently, before letting her eyelids flutter shut, and you would hesitantly let your eyes close alongside her’s, though you’d rather stay awake beside her, especially when you knew that - whenever you both were out in public tomorrow, you’d have to act as if you weren’t helplessly smitten with one another again, something you hated doing, and found painful at the same time, like she did, too, unbeknownst to you, but you knew there was no way to avoid it - not with the press watching you both, and the attempted murder you’d both found yourselves almost victims of not too long ago, now, just because you were two women in love with one another.

🜸🜚🜸

Whilst the band were getting ready for the day’s concert, Rose would be shocked to find you taking more of the crushed up Ecstasy pills you usually did, and she would rush up to you, and wrap her arms around your waist to ease you away from them, but not before you’d consumed a few lines of the powder. You would groan, wondering why she was bothering, as she hadn’t really ever had a problem with you doing it before, but that was before you’d had a few close-call overdoses all quite recently. “You can’t keep doing that-”

“Why not-? You know it helps me,” you reminded her, “especially when I have to see you and that asshole together-”

Rose would wince, beginning to feel bad again. “I’m gonna try and keep a low profile with him,” she tried to reassure you, and you would scoff, before shaking your head gravely, and leaning heavily against her, “I am-”

“He’d never let you,” you contradicted, “he’s obsessed with you.”

“Well I’m not obsessed with him, so thank god for that,” she replied, and you couldn’t help, but remind yourself of the nightmare you’d had, a pained expression crossing your face whilst you did, “now c’mon, we better get back to the others before they start wondering where we are-”

“If - If you’re not obsessed with him, who are you obsessed with?” You inquired, a hurt look on your face, and she would be surprised by the question, as well as a little flustered whilst she turned you to face her, and would smirk over at you whilst she wrapped her arms around your waist, careful not to apply too much pressure over the bandages Suki had arranged over the cuts you’d left.

“You,” she answered simply, before leaning forward to delicately connect her lips to your’s, and you would instantly melt into the kiss. Once the kiss had sadly ended, she would affectionately connect her forehead to your’s. “I could only ever be obsessed with you,” she cooed, and you would manage a warm smile back at her whilst you grew to easily be lost in her eyes again.

“I - I could only ever be obsessed with - with you, too,” you returned, and she would smirk, finding your stammering to be adorable, “I love you, Rose.”

“I love you, too, Bassy,” she expressed, and you would grin upon hearing the nickname she’d given you - ‘Bassy’ - no doubt because of you being a bassist, “and I always will, no matter what.” She would then briefly connect her lips to your’s once more; neither of you could get enough of how it felt to kiss one another, and always hated how it felt to stop; made you both feel empty inside, and you would wince, knowing the feeling would probably be worse, in the matter of an hour - when the concert was scheduled to begin. “C’mon,” she cooed, “we’ve gotta avoid getting on Rod’s bad side, if we want some more alone time later.” You would appear flustered again, prompting her to wink over at you, and blood would instantly begin to rush to your cheeks whilst she giggled, and slowly led you out of the room, and into the practice room where the others currently were together, preparing whatever technological advancements were needed, as well as tuning their instruments to make sure that they were ready, whilst you slowly began to feel and experience the effects of the drugs more and more whilst these preparations were going on around you.

🜚

Whilst the band were waiting to be announced, you found yourself beginning to feel nauseous, and quite heavy - Rose and Joel were already bickering quietly, and paying you no notice, relieving you; you were terrified of worrying Rose again, or putting her in danger of being threatened, or hurt again, like she almost had been, if you’d not jumped in front of her and absorbed the bullet, instead. As soon as the concert had begun, you were trying to play along with the others as best you could to one of the band’s most popular numbers - A Crimson Ball, but would occasionally find your fingers slipping over to the wrong frets, and notes, and Rose would occasionally sneak a few glances over at you to make sure that you were okay, whilst some members of the audience would either appear puzzled, frustrated, or amused.

As soon as you’d made it to the fourth song, and Rose had announced it to be - a surprise for Rod - one of the band’s more controversial numbers at the time - We Can Rise (a quite rebellious song you, Rose and Eddie had come up with together suggesting that there can be a rebellion, or that there should be a rebellion against the Press and authorities for repressing and punishing those who desired to, or were engaging in a same-sex relationship), prompting Rod to curse somewhat audibly to your left side, obviously out of the audience’s eye line, whilst there were mixed reactions from the audience, and you would appear to tense up a little, evidently worried about what might happen to Rose; if someone would end up trying to kill her again like they had, that concert not too long ago, now. “Rose,” you mustered, your voice barely audible, and she would surprisingly decide to walk over to you, and wrap her arms around you, and you couldn’t help, but melt into her embrace, even when some members of the audience had begun to shout their displeasure and disgust, “what - what are you doing-? They could hurt you-”

“I don’t care what they do anymore-”

“But-”

“I thought you’d be happy,” she interjected, a pained expression on her face, before she held you at arm’s length, and you would nod hastily; you were happy.

“Of course I am,” you expressed, “but - listen to them.. if anything happens to you, I - I don’t even know what.. what I’d do, I..”

You would then wince, as if you were in pain, and Rose would appear worried about you whilst you leaned heavily against her, doubled over a little. “What’s wrong? Y/n,” she cooed, and you would groan, beginning to feel nauseous and dizzy again, “say something!”

“I - I feel-..” You would falter, your voice barely audible, and shaky, prompting Rose to cradle you even closer whilst you trembled violently within her embrace, and both Suki and Eddie would rush up to you both, whilst Joel awkwardly watched, and Rod would shuffle a little awkwardly and anxiously on his feet, still out of the audience’s sight; he was evidently itching to join the small swarm around you, and to see what it was that was plaguing you.

“You’re burning up, Y/n,” Rose mused, a pained expression on her face, and you would frown, before glancing up at her, your eyes beginning to glisten, “go lay down-”

“But - t-the concert,” you murmured, and she would shake her head, before looking over at Rod, and then Eddie.

“Tell Rod the concert’s cancelled,” Rose instructed, and Eddie would nod, before rushing off to his brother, whilst Rose was allowing Suki to examine you.

“You can’t cancel it now,” you mustered timidly, but Rose wouldn’t contradict you; she didn’t want to upset you.

“Hey,” Suki began, and you would hesitantly look over at her though you were desperate to get lost in Rose’s stunning icy blue eyes again; they always made you feel safe, and as if you weren’t in pain anymore, “when was the last time you slept? Your eyes are so red, and quite dark.”

“Yesterday,” you answered, “I slept yesterday; I always sleep whenever I’m with Rose.”

Joel would subconsciously grimace, upon hearing your remark, evidently jealous that Rose had been allowing you to stay in her room with her, and never him, even when he had believed that their relationship, before, hadn’t been fake. “She was.. taking again.. earlier,” Rose informed Suki, who would wince, realising, “the - the Ecstasy pills again.. will she be okay?”

“We should call someone, just in case, b-but only if she - if she looks like she’s overdosing-” Rose would nod hastily, desperate to help you, before she picked you up, quite easily; you were somewhat shorter than her, and would rush you off of the stage, back to her room where she would be able to call an ambulance, if you did end up beginning to overdose. Suki would then notice that Joel looked disgruntled, and would follow him off of the stage so Rod could inform the audience of the cancellation; she was worried about him, and had always secretly had feelings for him, but she wasn’t sure if she should tell him about them, with the whole situation of him currently being in a fake relationship with Rose. “Hey-”

“Not now, Suki,” Joel uttered, but she wouldn’t stop, catching his right arm, and he would grunt, before begrudgingly turning to face her, “what?”

“Louisiana and Y/n,” she answered, “do - do you wanna talk about it?”

Joel would hesitate, before looking away from her, and nodding gravely. “I guess,” he uttered, before leading her up to his room so the two could talk privately about the situation, and how it was disgruntling him and paining him; he was sick of seeing you and Rose together, and being reminded that Rose could never feel the same way for him, until Suki ended up kissing him, somehow prompting him to forget about the situation, and making him feel better.

🜚

“It’s alright,” Rose cooed whilst you cried, shook, and whimpered within her arms, “I’m here, a-and - and I’m never gonna leave your side, ever. I love you so much, Y/n, and I always will, no matter what.” You would express relief, feeling a little better whilst you buried your face into the crook of her neck. “H-Hey, are you hungry? I could call Rod, and see if he could bring up some more soup for you? Or - Or something else? That soup yesterday - were you able to keep that down, in the end?” She inquired, and you would nod timidly, though even the slightest of movements were paining you, and prompting you to tense up and whine again whilst your heart raced unevenly and overwhelmingly as if it could stop any second, now. “I’ll call him-”

“No,” you whispered shakily, and she would falter, glancing back down at you, “d-don’t - don’t go, please.”

“I’m just getting the phone,” she tried to reassure you, “nowhere else, I’m not leaving; I could never leave you like this - just-.. stay in bed, please; I don’t want you to get hurt trying to get up and follow me.”

“Rose-”

“Watch me, Y/n, I’m not leaving the room,” she instructed gently, and you would reluctantly give in, watching whilst she hastily walked over to the phone, took it up, and called Rod, and she would smile warmly over at you whilst she waited for him to pick up, prompting you to feel warm and fuzzy whilst you managed a weak smile back at her, your heart skipping a few beats like it usually did whenever she smiled over at you like she was, now. “Hey, Rod, it’s me,” she began, once she could hear that he’d picked up, “I was just wondering if you could maybe go downstairs and order some of that - er.. shit, I can’t remember what it was called-.. you know that soup I ordered yesterday?” You would smirk, evidently amused, and wondered how you were able to smile like you currently were, in your current poor state. “Yeah, that one - could you?” She inquired, hopeful, whilst even nervously messing about with the cord whilst she awaited his answer; he was evidently complaining. “Thank you, so much,” she expressed, “you’re a life saver - see you in a bit!”

She would then down the phone, and hastily return to the bed so she could cuddle up with you again. “Can’t wait to have some of that shit soup,” you remarked, and she would giggle, prompting you to laugh alongside her, though it was currently painful to do so; you couldn’t help it - her laugh was, and had always been, blissfully infectious.

“I bet,” she replied playfully, “you’re adorable, you - you know that, right?”

You would be surprised, before shaking your head, and timidly shuffling closer to her so you could connect your forehead to her’s lovingly. “I didn’t, actually,” you claimed, and she would frown, “but - one thing that I do know is that - you’re a heck of a lot more adorable than I am.”

“That’s not-” You would delicately connect your lips to her’s to stop her from protesting, and she would then melt into the kiss, before gradually beginning to deepen it, and clumsily straddle you below her. “Does - Does this hurt-?” She inquired, worried, after you’d both sadly had to pull out of the kiss for breath.

“Not at all,” you claimed, though you could feel that the cuts on your stomach and chest were beginning to sting a little below the bandages, but you wouldn’t question the pain, especially when Rose began to passionately kiss you again when you both felt able, and would proceed to ignore it until Rod arrived with the requested soup - your favourite.

🜚

It wasn’t until later that night, whilst you were both snuggled up together that you realised blood was beginning to seep through your bandages, and pyjama top that Rose had helped you change into, but you would try not to panic, worried about what Rose would think if she noticed it, which she eventually had, as soon as she’d woken up upon hearing you whimpering quietly, thinking that you were having a nightmare. It was because of this that she propped herself up a little on her left elbow, noticing that you were now laying on your back; you’d been trying to avoid getting blood on the bed, and her, and your current position allowed her to notice, almost immediately, the dark blood stains, and she would falter, whilst her eyes widened a little, and heart began to race. “Shit!” She whisper-shouted, guessing that your stitches had broken earlier, and you would wince, a pained expression on your face; you didn’t want her to worry about you again.

“It - It’s nothing,” you claimed feebly, and certainly unconvincingly, prompting her to shake her head gravely, whilst she lifted your top a little to reveal the mostly blood-stained bandages beneath it.

“It’s not nothing,” she contradicted sharply, as well as a little shakily; she couldn’t believe this was happening, and was terrified that she might end up losing you, if anymore time was wasted, “you’ve lost a lot of blood, Y/n.”

Rose would then curse again, before she made to get up off of the bed, knowing she’d have to try and get help for you - luckily the others were all on the same floor as her. “No,” you whined, “don’t go, p-please, I’ll try harder for you, I promise-”

Rose would falter, glancing back at you whilst her eyes began to fill with tears; she couldn’t believe you thought that she would leave you like this, and the thought would prompt her heart to somehow sink down even further. “I’m not leaving,” she cooed, and you would express relief, “and you don’t need to try any harder to be better for me, I promise, just - just relax, okay? Try and stay calm, that’s all you can do for me right now.”

“But-”

Rose would appear to panic a little when you made to move, groaning whilst you did; it was painful. “Don’t!” She cried, and you would do as she said, though you’d rather follow her, and stick to her side. “You need to stay still,” she informed, and you would nod gravely, “you’ve already lost too much blood, a-and can’t afford to lose any more.” Rose would then rush out of the room, and hastily knock on the doors of the others room’s, desperate to wake them up, and get Suki and Eddie to treat you again; she wasn’t sure how, herself, and couldn’t let you die, believing she’d lose everything, if she lost you.

🜚

“You’re shivering,” Rose mused, whilst she laid beside you, after you’d been somehow successfully treated just in time, before you could fall unconscious on them, and never wake up again.

“It’s - It’s so cold,” you murmured, a pained expression on your face, and Rose would nod gravely, before looking around to see if she could spot any spare blankets, and there were a few stacked up on the chair in the corner of the room, provided by Rod before he’d returned to his room, evidently groggy, exhausted, and frustrated after he’d had to cancel the concert, earlier.

“Want more blankets?” She offered, and you would frown, before shaking your head gravely, surprising her.

“I.. I wanna cuddle up with you,” you admitted, and would smile sadly over at you; she wanted to cuddle with you, too, but was worried about your stitches tearing again, “can we, please?”

“Your stitches-”

“They’ll be fine, d-don’t worry,” you tried to reassure her, and she would feel worse; she could see that you were desperate, “I just - r-really need your arms around me right now.”

“Later, I promise,” she cooed, “once your stitches have settled again, which I’m sure they will, soon.”

You would begrudgingly give in, though you evidently didn’t like the idea of having to wait any longer, and Rose would hesitantly get up to get the spare blankets for you; she didn’t want you to freeze to death, though you’d refused them, a brief moment ago. “Why is it so hard to breathe?” You inquired, whilst Rose was carefully draping the extra blankets over your currently still trembling body.

“Eddie said it would get easier soon,” she answered gently, and you would express relief, glad, as well as hopeful that it would, “but - for now.” She would lay back down beside you, and you would smile lovingly over at her. “Just try to breathe slowly,” she advised, and you would nod, whilst staring longingly into her stunning icy blue eyes; you hate being outside of her embrace, and not being able to move much, to the point you couldn’t even inch closer to her, like you were longing to do in this moment. “Here,” she would offer you her right hand, and you would be surprised, your eyes instantly beginning to glint, and another smile would begin to tug at the corners of your lips, “hold my hand.”

“You - You won’t leave, will you?” You inquired after intertwining the fingers of your left hand with the fingers of her right one, a pained expression on your face, and she would appear surprised, not expecting you to worry that she would. “I just.. look at me - this is all my fault, a-and-.. and I’m so sorry, I really am-”

“No,” Rose interjected gently, “don’t apologise - none of this is your fault, and - and don’t ever worry about me leaving, because I could never do that to you; I love you, Y/n, and I swear - I’m not going anywhere; not without you.”

She would then lean forward a little to delicately connect her lips to your’s, and you would instantly melt into the kiss, whilst you began to feel warm and fuzzy inside, as if the stitches were no longer paining you like they had been, before. “I love you so much,” you managed in a barely audible whisper whilst she affectionately connected her forehead to your’s, “and I’m gonna do better and try harder for you, I swear-”

“You’re already perfect,” she cooed, “you don’t have to push yourself anymore; you need to rest, now, that’s all I want you to do - rest, and get yourself better for me so we can wreak havoc together again.” You would nod, before smiling lovingly up at her again, and closing your eyes. Rose would then lay herself back down beside you, before inching closer to you as best she could, but she would deny herself sleep, just in case you ended up having a nightmare, or found yourself struggling to sleep; she wanted to try and provide you with as much comfort as she possibly could, and though you did eventually seem to get somewhat better, things wouldn’t stay that way - at least, not for long, not with the issue of Joel’s proposal fast approaching; he felt he should still go through with it for you both to cover your secret relationship up, though he had now found out that he had been harbouring feelings for Suki for quite some time now, unbeknownst to the rest of the band, until the day before the proposal had grimly arrived, and things had ended up kicking off again in a way that nobody wanted, or needed them to.

~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️

[wiihtigo]

24, 42, and 49 for the last character you were thinking of/searched for

24. Ship(s) that makes you cringe.

dickbabs SWEEEEEEEEEEP

its actually incredible to me that i was completely neutral on barbara and dick as a couple before the current romance arc involving them written by TOM TAYLOR (<-enemy) in the current nightwing run. The thing is that i think theyre cute as a couple but only when theyre batgirl and robin. I think it was like a cute kid crush thing that they grow out of. and even though thats my ideal dick and barbara in birds of prey were pretty cute too (especially with the added comedy of dick gnawing off his arm with jealousy because he thinks ted kord is stealing his girl when in actuality. Um. hes not.)

dickbabs vs dickory is such a stupid ass team jacob vs team edward argument but its becoming increasingly harder not to want to shoot them both with missiles whenever i see them now. and that has to do both with what dc is doing to my girl barbara and also tom taylors writing right now is obviously him trying to own the haters and its so embarrassing and cringe. which is sad bcuz oracle and nightwing are two of my absolute favorite gotham heroes (well bludhaven for dick. yknow what i mean)

42. What’s a fandom trope you hate?

i resent bea being reduced to boosters sassy third wheel to his and teds relationship especially since its like my favorite thing that booster and bea are like funhouse mirrors of eachothers mental illness. like why does booster get all the fun in being fucked up and crazy. beas crazy too! did you see what she was doing with sigrid nansen! beatora has so little fancontent in comparison to boostle but both relationships have a lot of parallels with eachother...(listen i know my tags ratios are uneven as well but i promise i have more in the back)

49. What’s [x]’s worst character trait?

hmm well on the topic of barbara gordon, and i need to preface this with saying that i dont hate this about her i actually think its awesome and interesting. I dont hate any of my faves worst traits its what i love hte most about them....

I love that shes straight up not very good with kids. Shes good buddies with tim because hes a super genius little boy so he can hang with her on her intellectual level. but barabara gets frustrated easily and impatient when people arent as smart or as capable as her. and i think thats awesome and really interesting. shes not cruel by any means and im thinking specifically of her mentorship of cassandra cain in batgirl 2000. throughout the whole comic they have a very close sisterly bond as barbara, as oracle, mentors her in being batgirl. For anyone who doesnt know cassandra, she cant read and is non verbal most of the time. when she does speak its in short or one word responses and a lot of times she copies what she hears on tv or mixes up words in her inner monologue. Here she needed to read a kill switch phrase to stop a robot from fucking shit up, but she cant read what it says and barbara snaps at her.

this causes a rift in their relationship for a long time and they dont speak for a lot of it. to be fair barbara here was uunder a ton of stress and was operating on like 1 hr of sleep and she did apologize but this really hurt cassandra and she didnt accept her apology (right away)

while reading this does hurt its one of my favorite barbara moments because its like. shes multifaceted bitch. her snapping at her in this way makes sense and is believable for her as a character. barbara has her strengths and her weaknesses and I just think putting herself at the level of teenagers is one of her weaknesses that i think is really interesting

[myriadxofxmuses]

‘👀’

From X

"Shots all around," Tanner half yelled to the waitress over the music.

"And beers," Graham added.

The waitress nodded in acknowledgment and took off to fill their orders.

"You guys got the next ones," Tanner told Ethan, Caleb, and Liam as he turned back to the table.

"Bitch we always buy. I'm shocked your broke ass managed to get these," Liam countered.

"Fuck off," Tanner replied, flipping him the bird.

The men chuckled at the exchange, Ethan even joining in for once. 

"Who's placing their bets tonight gentlemen," Tanner asked as he glanced around the club. "Two hundred bucks says I get the most pussy."

"No thanks," Caleb easily denied.

"Obviously you aren't part of this," Tanner told him almost condescendingly. "Susie has your leash tied tight," he only half joked.

"I'm out too," Graham added.

"Seriously? You and Alice have barely been together," Tanner pointed out irritated his friends were bowing out one by one. 

"I'm in. For sure," Liam cut in, his eyes already on a cute blonde out on the dance floor.

"Thank you. At least Liam has balls. E?"

Ethan hated that nickname. He momentarily glared at Tanner when he called him that, but simply shook his head.

"You're out?! No fucking way you're out. You're the fucking King of this game."

Tanner's shock was blatantly obvious. Ethan shrugged his shoulders with a raise of his brow and a slight shake of his head. The waitress returned with their drinks and divided them up. Ethan made sure to order two more rounds of shots before she left, biting back at his bottom lip as he watched her walk away. He would have loved to play with her.

"See what I fucking mean," Tanner pointed out. "You have to play."

"Don't know what to tell you Tan, but it looks like its just you and Liam tonight."

"Holy shit," Liam spoke up. "Ethan is whipped."

"What?" Ethan asked with obvious offense to his statement. "I am not."

"Then play," he challenged.

He locked eyes with Liam momentarily, debating over accepting the challenge just to shut his mouth. But Rose would never forgive him. Not after last time.

"Look, I'm not whipped. There's just not enough of a challenge here," he lied, motioning toward the club. "It would be too easy to beat you guys," he told them with a sly smirk.

"Yea, right. Or...you're whipped," Liam teased, downing his shot. "Just admit it. Rose has you wrapped around her sexy, tattooed, little finger," he continued, making a winding motion with his finger.

Ethan flipped him the bird and downed his own shot.

"Come on bro. Let's leave all these lame asses and get all the strange they only wish they could have," Liam told Tanner as he ushered him out onto the dancefloor, immediately picking up the blond he had his eye on a moment ago.

"Liam does have a point, E," Caleb told him once the taken men were left alone.

"About what?" Ethan asked, bringing his attention to him. 

"About Rose."

"Yea? And what makes you think that?" he asked as the waitress returned, setting down the shots around the table.

Graham smirked at Ethan and leaned in slightly. "Because our server has been eye fucking you all night and you haven't even noticed."

Ethan's brow furrowed curiosity, glancing the waitress' way.  Sure enough their eyes locked and she have him a come hither smirk.  She definitely wanted him. He gave her a half assed smirk andet his attention fall back to his friends.

"That, my friend, is not like you," Graham pointed out further.

"Just admit it," Caleb said, downing a shot. "Rose has you hooked. That's nothing to be ashamed of. She's smokin' hot," he added, taking the second shot.

Jealousy tingled in his spine hearing him speak about his girl that way. What he wouldn't give to teach him a lesson about respect. A good face slam to the table would have been nice. Not to mention satisfying. He hadn't had a kill in awhile.

But killing his friend would get the cops involved. And then they'd be thrown out of the club and everyone would start fighting each other. All the commotion would render one of his favorite hunting grounds permanently removed from his wheel house. And that he couldn't have.

"When you put it that way I guess it doesn't seem so bad," he falsely joked, chuckling just before downing another shot. 

He stared at the glass and gently rolled it between his fingers. "I am not whipped," he reiterated. "But you're right," he admitted, the evil within him beginning to lose the fight with the alcohol. "Rose sunk her fucking claws in me," he added with a sigh, straightening up. "And as much as I hate to admit it, I'm kind of okay with that," he told them with a half scrunch of his face.

"She is gonna make a whoooole lot of girls unhappy snagging you off the market," Graham teased, pushing Ethan gently as the waitress set downt he next set of drinks.

"It is a weird feeling only wanting to fuck only one woman." Not to mention having a kid with one. "But at least she's good at it," he said through a semi forced chuckle.  

"Amen to that," Graham said raising his shot glass. "I bet she's a freak in the sheets."

Ethan huffed a short laugh and gave a slight tilt of his head in acknowledgement. "You have no idea," he told him with a smirk.

"Just don't let this one go, huh," Caleb interjected, half raising his own shot with Graham. "Things didn't end well with your last one. What was her name?" he asked as he tried to remember.

The memory of his last girlfriend, if he could even call her that, ran through his mind. Things had been as good as they could have been until she tried to trap him, thus losing her life. But it was inevitable. She wasn't as understanding as Rose and he was never able to take off his disguise.

"Jessica," Ethan answered before he could remember. "And don't worry. Rose is nothing like her. Trust me," he said before downing his next shot. "She's better." 

"I'm just saying. You and Rose seem to fit - Shit E, she even got your family to like her. Just don't fuck this up," he gently warned his friend.

Ethan didn't fight the chuckle that fell from him. "I don't plan on it, but you never know," he replied with a shrug.