#school breaks my mood for her bc she is

[lemonycranberries]

fuck man... fuck.

i wasn't ready for this. i was just enjoying the silly party with silly teenagers and their silly drama (well not exactly but you get it).

then they decide to throw Layan's memorial at us.

not only that, they also decided to show us Farah on her own watching everyone else on the party have fun and crying and tearing her pictures apart, Tasneem's ED (which they had already shown implicitly but now it's completely explicit) and Sarah being threatened with the creepy stranger saying they'll post her video if she doesn't meet them? did they simply want to destroy us?

(...my mind's still in Layan's memorial though. i'll think about this for at least a few days.)

[oddinary4bts]

Chasing Cars | ch 11.5 (jjk)

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters contain mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

☆warnings: the events of ch 11 in jk's pov

☆word count: 1.2k

☆a/n: this one made me sad :( hope you guys like it! I've purposefully not put the full explanation bc it hits better later in the story sooo sorry about that. also just a note that depression sucks and I hope none of you guys have to deal with it and, if you do, please know that you aren't alone <3

☆series masterpost

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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

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Jungkook is annoyed. He’s been annoyed all day, and he really just wants to go home.

To go home to you.

“What’s got you sulking?” Jimin asks, and four pairs of eyes shoot towards Jungkook.

Indeed, they are at the restaurant for lunch, Gabrielle having joined them to eat on her lunch break from her internship. 

“Nothing,” Jungkook says, grabbing his glass of water and taking a long sip.

Taehyung frowns, yet remains silent. It’s been happening a lot frequently, and Jungkook has truly, really been annoyed by it.

“Missing OC?” Jimin teases, wiggling his eyebrows and earning a punch in the shoulder by Sera.

“Shut up,” she says as Jungkook clenches his jaw.

“Will you please fucking stop with that?” Jungkook lets out, unable to keep his ire from his voice.

Jimin’s gaze widens, and then he laughs. “Why are you getting so worked up?”

“Maybe because you’ve been a little shit about this the whole week?”

“You’re aware it’s making it seem like it’s true…”

“Stop, Jimin,” Sera intervenes, her tone stern and authoritative.

The only tone Jimin ever listens to. Indeed, Jimin stops, pouting, and he mumbles an apology. Jungkook ignores it, his gaze shifting to Taehyung, and he doesn’t miss the muscle feathering under Taehyung’s skin as he clenches his jaw.

“What?” Jungkook spits, unable to help himself.

“You fucking my sister?”

Jungkook lets out a bitter laugh, his heart clenching in his chest. “Nope. You guys need to fucking leave me alone is all.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything. This time, it’s Ariane’s turn to talk, and she does so with a pointed glare at Taehyung.

“I thought we said yesterday that we weren’t going to talk about her anymore.”

They did. Because scenes like this one have been happening the whole trip, and Jungkook really just wants to go home. The thought sticks around all day, up until they’ve had their shares of drink back at the Air Bnb, not feeling like going out.

Maybe Jungkook’s foul mood has been contributing to everyone’s lack of enthusiasm about going out, but he wouldn’t complain. He’d much rather stay at the Air Bnb, where he doesn’t have to avoid girls coming up to him trying to flirt.

Except Gabrielle. Though it’s not like that with Gabrielle, and he knows she’s a safe space. As much as someone can be without knowing about you - he reckons his only true safe space is you.

Perhaps that’s why he ends up sitting in his room with Gabrielle while the others chill in the living room. Partly to catch up, but also mostly to laugh at the absurdity of their parents wanting them to marry, as if they ever would.

“They’re crazy,” Gabrielle repeats for the hundredth time. “Complètement fou.”

Jungkook nods. “It’s nothing new. They’ve been like that since high school.”

Gabrielle chuckles, turning her head towards Jungkook. “Is your dad still an asshole?”

Jungkook winces, because he feels like his father has only been getting worse and worse with time, finding new ways to put Jungkook through hell all the time. Though the ignoring has been better than the fights and the constant insults he’d used to receive when he was younger, if he’s being honest.

“Yup. You really think someone like him could change for the better?”

Gabrielle slightly shakes her head. “Nah. People like our parents will die as shitty as they were the day they were born.”

Jungkook likes to think that his parents weren’t always like this. That, perhaps they were just corrupted by money growing up. But then again he can’t reconcile the image of his parents being kind to the one that he knows, that he’s known all his life.

So instead, he raises his beer. “Cheers to that.”

There’s a silence as Gabrielle drinks from the wine bottle she carried to the bedroom when they left the rest of the group back in the living room. Jungkook’s thoughts trail to you, and he wonders what you’re up to right now. You mentioned you were going out with your friends - are you already with them, or are you at home thinking about him like he’s thinking about you, too?

“What’s going on with Taehyung’s sister?” Gabrielle asks out of the blue.

Jungkook freezes like a deer in headlights. And though he wishes to say everything, to tell Gabrielle about what he feels for you, he knows he can’t. Not as long as you haven’t said it’s okay to talk about it.

And not when Gabrielle would likely tell Ariane, and Ariane would then tell Taehyung.

“Not you too,” Jungkook grumbles, and he hopes Gabrielle can’t spy the blush slowly dusting his cheeks, up to the tip of his ears.

“I’m just wondering!” Gabrielle says, and she lets out a small laugh before pushing a blonde strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve seen pictures, I feel like she would be your type.”

Jungkook makes a noncommittal sound as he shrugs his shoulders.

“So?” Gabrielle presses.

“So what?”

She rolls her eyes, laughing again. “Is something going on between you and her?”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, preparing himself to lie to the one person that he’s never had to lie to before. “No.”

Gabrielle remains silent, the weight of her gaze on his profile heavy, and then she sighs. “Then, can I ask for your help?”

He stiffens. “What for?”

He knows what to expect - it’s the same as back when they were in high school, and she’d needed his help more than once then. Though he’d used not to mind, this time he hates it. So much so that he gets up, heading towards the door.

“Please,” Gabrielle says, stopping him with a hand on his wrist. “S’il-te-plait, Jungkook.”

“No,” he reaffirms, turning to face her. He thinks of you, thinks of the last time he kissed you, and wishes he was with you right now. “I can’t do this again.”

“Just this once,” she insists. “And then I will never ever ask that of you again.”

He thinks of the years. He thinks of Gabrielle defending him when his father insulted him during a dinner, or that time at the charity. He thinks about every night they’d fallen asleep in the same bed dreaming about a day where they wouldn’t have to worry about their family’s influence anymore. He’d thought she’d be okay now, independent as she was, but it seems she hasn’t escaped the pressure of her family yet, much like him.

“Gaby, I really can’t…” he trails off, scanning her features, hoping that she’ll understand, that she’ll know you are in his life and would never do something like that to you.

“Please,” Gaby says, her gaze begging.

He hates himself. He always has, more than he’d ever care to admit, but Jungkook hates himself too much for what he says next.

“Just this once.”

It’s like the universe was planning for this to happen anyway. Indeed, there’s laughter behind the door, and Gabrielle immediately grabs his face, pulling him down into a kiss. Jungkook closes his eyes, tells himself that you’ll understand, that he won’t lose you. 

When Gabrielle pulls away, looking just as uncomfortable as him, Jungkook whispers, “Don’t ever fucking do that again.”

It’s easy, after, to pretend that the tears in his eyes are caused by Gabrielle. Even as Taehyung claps him on the shoulder as if to congratulate him, Jungkook doesn’t have to hide how much he aches from the inside out.

Gabrielle leaves, and Jungkook goes to bed right away, wishing to be able to skip time until he can see you again.

Until he can prove to himself that he hasn’t lost you.

Read chapter eleven here!

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:((((( i hate myself for hurting the babies so much.. please come scream at me

All rights reserved to @/oddinary4bts, 2024. Do not copy, repost or translate.

[boyfhee]

യ CRUSHED : PARK JONGSEONG TEASER

SYNOPSIS : fifteen years, a lost love, untold feelings, a breaking heart— crushed. they say if you wish desperately enough for something, the whole universe gets together to give it to you. perhaps, it's the reason why you find yourself back in your highschool, fifteen years ago, with a fluttering love, some lingering feelings, a doting heart, and your first heart break— park jongseong.

or wherein, life gives you another chance with your first love.

GENRE : fantasy, angst, romance, time travel

WC : teaser is 0.7k, est 10k+ for fic

WARNINGS : angst but with a happy ending guys trust me, a lot of mentions of crying, alcoholic drinks, more will be added in the main fic post

NOTES : i knew my jay era would give birth to a jay long fic i say we cheer :› NO BC THIS MAN IS SO FINE just like this fic i'm planning saur. please read. i hope u enjoy the teaser, send an ask / drop a comment to join the taglist

it’s the invitation you’ve been looking at for ten minutes now, standing outside the venue. papers coloured rose, golden letters engraved, names and air spilling with love. it’s the mood of the day, the flow of a typical august wednesday that carries you inside the venue, to the celebration hall. the air inside smells of fresh roses, it’s expected when you see a huge bunch used as decoration in every corner and on table tops. and then you look at the invitation again.

joo miran weds park jongseong.

your best friend weds your other best friend, your first best friend. your first crush. your first love.

the subtle silence in the air was deafening until you see jay sneaking into miran’s suit, or so you assume, although it’s true. from sneaking into her classes to sneaking into her room at night to take her out for a midnight date, sneaking across hallways to catch a glance— just one look, even a fraction of a second is enough— to now, sneaking around the wedding hall to savour that ‘just one look’ at the bride, his bride, as if a lifetime isn’t waiting for them. 

“i thought grooms and brides weren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding,” it’s your voice that stops jay from kissing her cheeks, although you know he would’ve still done it if he wanted to.

“ah well—” he rubs the back of his neck, it’s a habit that gives away his nervousness. habits are hard to change, let alone letting go of one. “do you really expect me to hold back when she looks like this?” and he looks at her as if she put the stars in the sky, or as if she’s a star herself, graced upon earth for him, and only for him. knowing jay, he would say it. 

“you look good too,” you look perfect, you wanted to say. however, you don’t. you don’t know why, it’s normal for friends to compliment each other. you don’t know how many times you’ve called him handsome, you don’t know the last time you called him that. “congrats, by the way,” 

and loving jay is a habit. 

“thanks,” she smiles, looking at you. “wouldn’t have been possible if not for you,”

it’s something you can’t get out of yourself. no amount of blind dates can do it for you, no amount of heartbreaks can colour him bad. 

“no really,” his voice pulls you out of your thoughts, and you unconsciously smile a bit more. “thanks for setting me up with miran,” 

no amount of time can push you forward to move on from him. fifteen years, a lost love, untold feelings, a breaking heart— crushed. the world moved on, you did too, yet your heart is still there— gyeonggi suwon international school, fourth floor, the first class from the stairs. fourth desk, the one right next to the window, a view expanded across the school ground, a way for you to watch jay’s football matches between lessons. 

his heart is with someone else while yours is where you realised your feelings for him, left behind— crushed. 

and it’s a shame to live like this, as if there’s no point to life. to hold back tears at your best friends’ wedding, to force a smile when they kiss, to stare from a distance when she threw the bouquet, to cry in the washroom after all is done. head buried in your hands, muffled sobs as you hear a few women talk outside your stall. you don’t pay attention to them, you couldn’t. you had realised you couldn’t pay attention to anything that wasn’t him or about him. so you just sit there, head buried in hands, eyes closed, not paying attention to anything.

yn.

you hear your name. 

once.

yn?

twice.

“yn,” thrice. “are you okay?” and you turn around, it’s the same scenario— gyeonggi suwon international school, the fourth desk by the window, the sunlight falling upon. your eyes meet his, and then his smile. your best friend, your first best friend.

your first heartbreak.

“wanna get ice cream on our way back home?” you nod instinctively, habitually. it’s how things went fifteen years ago when you had realised your feelings for him. it feels the same, fluttering love, lingering feelings, a doting heart, and park jongseong.

crushed. 

[estapa-edwards]

gabe p pinning after wills smith older sister for years and he finally gets his chance when he gets to bc, she’s grumpy and he’s sunshine

DELICATE - G. PERREALUT

gabe perreault x reader

word count: 2k

requested? yes

warnings: use of y/n.

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Gabe Perreault had always been the cheerful, optimistic guy everyone loved. His infectious smile and positive attitude brightened up any room he entered. But underneath his sunny exterior, he harbored a long-standing crush on Y/N Smith, the older sister of his best friend, Will.

Y/N was the exact opposite of Gabe. She was grumpy, introverted, and often came across as unapproachable. But to Gabe, she was mesmerizing. Her sharp wit, intelligence, and the occasional glimpses of vulnerability made her fascinating. For years, Gabe had admired her from afar, always too shy to make a move.

After graduating from high school, Gabe decided to attend Boston College, the same university Y/N was enrolled in. It was a perfect opportunity for him to finally get closer to her. Will, who was aware of Gabe's crush, teased him mercilessly but was supportive.

"Man, you've been pining after Y/N for years. Maybe now you'll finally get your chance," Will said with a grin.

Gabe smiled, albeit nervously. "Yeah, maybe. But it's not going to be easy. She's... well, she's Y/N."

Will clapped him on the back. "Just be yourself, Gabe. She'd be lucky to have you."

--- --- --- 

The first week at Boston College was hectic for Gabe. Between finding his classes, meeting new people, and adjusting to dorm life, he barely had time to think about Y/N. But she was never far from his mind.

One evening, as he was walking back to his dorm from the library, he saw her. Y/N was sitting alone on a bench, reading a book. Gabe's heart skipped a beat. This was his chance.

He took a deep breath and approached her. "Hey, Y/N."

She looked up, her expression neutral. "Oh, Gabe. Hi."

"Mind if I sit?" he asked, gesturing to the empty spot beside her.

She shrugged. "Sure, go ahead."

Gabe sat down, trying to think of something to say. "What are you reading?"

"A book for my literature class," she replied curtly.

"Oh, cool. How's your semester going so far?" he asked, hoping to keep the conversation going.

"It's fine," she said, her tone indicating she wasn't in the mood for small talk.

Gabe felt his heart sink a little but refused to give up. "If you ever need help with anything or just want to hang out, let me know. Will and I are always around."

Y/N nodded, not making any promises. "Thanks, Gabe."

Over the next few weeks, Gabe continued to try and break through Y/N's grumpy exterior. He would greet her whenever he saw her, offer to help with her studies, and even invite her to join him and Will for meals. At first, Y/N remained distant, but gradually, she started to warm up to him.

One evening, Gabe found her again at the library. This time, she wasn't reading a book but seemed to be struggling with her laptop. He approached her cautiously.

"Hey, Y/N. Need some help?" he asked.

She sighed in frustration. "My laptop's acting up, and I have a paper due tomorrow."

"Let me take a look," Gabe offered.

She hesitated for a moment but then moved her laptop towards him. Gabe quickly diagnosed the problem and fixed it.

"All set," he said with a smile.

Y/N looked at him, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Thanks, Gabe. I owe you one."

"How about coffee sometime?" he suggested, trying to sound casual.

Y/N considered it for a moment before nodding. "Sure. Coffee sounds good."

--- --- ---

Gabe was elated. He had finally managed to get Y/N to agree to spend some time with him outside of their usual encounters. They met at a small café near campus. Gabe arrived early, his nerves getting the best of him.

When Y/N walked in, she looked around and spotted him. She gave him a small wave and made her way to the table.

"Hey," she said, sitting down.

"Hey, Y/N. How's it going?" Gabe asked, trying to sound relaxed.

"Not bad. Just busy with school and all," she replied.

They chatted about their classes, their professors, and life at Boston College. Gabe made sure to keep the conversation light and engaging. He told her funny stories about his first few weeks on campus, and she even laughed a couple of times.

As the evening went on, Y/N started to open up more. She talked about her interests, her favorite books, and her plans for the future. Gabe listened intently, hanging on her every word.

By the end of the evening, Y/N seemed more relaxed and even smiled at him. "Thanks for the coffee, Gabe. I had a good time."

"Me too, Y/N. We should do this again sometime," he said hopefully.

She nodded. "Yeah, we should."

Over the next few months, Gabe and Y/N started spending more time together. They would meet for coffee, study together, and even attend some campus events. Gabe's persistence was paying off, and Y/N was slowly letting down her walls.

One evening, they were sitting on a bench near the campus lake, watching the sunset. Y/N seemed more relaxed than usual.

"You know, Gabe, you're not like most people," she said suddenly.

Gabe looked at her, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Most people would have given up on me by now. But you... you keep trying," she said softly.

"That's because I see something special in you, Y/N," Gabe replied sincerely. "You're smart, funny, and you have this amazing strength. I just want to get to know you better."

Y/N looked at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "Thank you, Gabe. That means a lot to me."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying each other's company. Gabe felt like he was finally getting through to her, and it filled him with hope.

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One rainy afternoon, Gabe received a text from Y/N, asking if he could come over. She sounded upset, and Gabe immediately rushed to her dorm.

When he arrived, he found her sitting on her bed, looking distressed. "Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "I just had a really bad day, Gabe. Everything seems to be going wrong."

Gabe sat down beside her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Y/N. I'm here for you."

She leaned into him, seeking comfort. "I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I usually keep things to myself."

"Because you trust me," Gabe said softly. "And I'm glad you do."

Gabe wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. "Tell me what happened," he whispered, his voice soothing and calm.

Y/N took a shaky breath, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "It started this morning. I overslept and missed my first class. Then, I got a bad grade on my midterm. And to top it all off, I had an argument with one of my professors. It just feels like everything is falling apart."

Gabe listened intently, rubbing her back in gentle, reassuring circles. "I'm sorry you're having such a rough day, Y/N. It sounds overwhelming."

She nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I hate feeling like this. I usually try to keep it together, but today... today I just can't."

"It's okay to have bad days," Gabe said, his voice full of empathy. "You don't always have to be strong. It's okay to let it out."

Y/N buried her face in his chest, allowing herself to cry freely. Gabe held her tightly, his heart aching for her. He wanted to take away her pain, to make everything better.

"I'm here for you, Y/N," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You're not alone."

They sat like that for a while, Y/N finding solace in Gabe's comforting presence. His steady heartbeat and the warmth of his arms made her feel safe. Gradually, her sobs subsided, and she took a deep, calming breath.

"Thank you, Gabe," she said softly, looking up at him. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Gabe wiped away her tears with his thumb, his touch gentle and loving. "You don't have to thank me, Y/N. I'm here because I care about you. You mean a lot to me."

She managed a small smile, her eyes still red and puffy. "You mean a lot to me too, Gabe. More than I can put into words."

Gabe's heart swelled with affection. "Let's do something to take your mind off things. How about we watch a movie or grab some ice cream? Whatever you want."

Y/N thought for a moment, appreciating his efforts to cheer her up. "A movie sounds good. Something light and funny."

Gabe nodded, standing up and holding out his hand to help her up. "I've got just the thing. Let's make a cozy spot on the bed and have a mini movie marathon."

Y/N took his hand, feeling a surge of gratitude. As they set up the laptop and gathered blankets and pillows, she realized just how much Gabe's presence had lifted her spirits. Despite her grumpy exterior, she couldn't deny the warmth that Gabe brought into her life.

They settled in, with Y/N resting her head on Gabe's shoulder as the movie started. The sound of rain tapping against the window created a soothing backdrop, and for the first time that day, Y/N felt a sense of peace.

Gabe glanced down at her, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Feeling better?"

Y/N nodded, snuggling closer. "Yeah, I am. Thanks to you."

"Anytime, Y/N," he said, wrapping his arm around her. "I'm always here for you."

As they watched the movie, Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment. She knew that no matter how tough things got, she had Gabe by her side. His unwavering support and boundless optimism were exactly what she needed to navigate the challenges life threw her way.

And as the credits rolled, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected bond they had formed. In Gabe, she had found not just a friend, but someone who truly understood her and made her believe that even on the darkest days, there was always a ray of sunshine waiting to break through.

--- --- --- 

As the semester progressed, Gabe and Y/N grew even closer. They were practically inseparable, spending most of their free time together. Gabe's sunny disposition seemed to be rubbing off on Y/N, who was starting to smile and laugh more often.

One evening, they were walking back to their dorms after a late-night study session. The campus was quiet, and the stars were shining brightly above.

"Gabe," Y/N said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to say thank you. For everything. You've been really good to me," she said, her voice sincere.

Gabe smiled. "I'm just glad I could be here for you, Y/N."

She stopped walking and turned to face him. "No, I mean it. You've been a really good friend. And... I think I might be starting to feel something more."

Gabe's heart skipped a beat. "Y/N, I've liked you for a long time. I'm just glad you might feel the same way."

She smiled, a genuine smile that lit up her face. "I think I do, Gabe."

From that moment on, their relationship changed. They were no longer just friends; there was something more between them. Gabe continued to be his cheerful self, and Y/N allowed herself to be happier, more open.

One day, they were sitting by the lake, talking about their future plans. Gabe looked at Y/N, his heart filled with affection.

"Y/N, I know we've had our ups and downs, but I want you to know that I'm really happy we're together," he said.

She smiled at him, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "Me too, Gabe. You've made me see things differently. You've made me happier."

Gabe took her hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm glad, Y/N. Because you make me really happy too."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being complicit in my friend's situationship? (NSFW, and sorry, it's long, but at least it's dramatic.)

I had a friend (I will refer to as Kate), who I no longer speak to for reasons unrelated to this scenario. We dated on and off for a couple years and broke up permanently about a year before these events, but remained as roommates. Everyone in the story was in their 20s.

Kate went to a trade school and met a man (I will refer to as Andrew) who flirted with her despite mentioning before that he had a girlfriend. Kate was attracted to Andrew but told him that she wouldn't get involved with him unless he broke up with his girlfriend. He then told her that his girlfriend was distant to the point that they hadn't slept together in years, they basically were just friends that lived together, but she wouldn't let him officially break up with her, and he couldn't afford to move out on his own.

Kate told me about this, sometimes asking what I thought, and though I had some doubts about whether that information was true, I didn't give any real advice in any direction. Obviously I was in a weird situation, but didn't want to discourage her, or she might have thought I was jealous. She wasn't happy when I went on a date during this time. She also accused me of emotionally cheating while we were dating, so I was not about to tell her how to define cheating. That's a whole other story, but I say "accused" bc it basically boiled down to me still being friends with someone I previously had feelings for, and Kate believed I was more attracted to the old friend than her. That remained a sore spot for the whole time we knew each other, although I cut off the old friend a year after Kate and I started dating.

A few months went by, and they spent more time together at the school, and her car, hooking up at both. They never went to his place. He also asked her not to initiate text conversations, in case his girlfriend saw his phone. He came over to our place twice, and both times she texted me out of the room so they could be alone. Kate acted very happy talking about him, occasionally guilty or suspicious, but said she thought she loved him. Her moods fluctuated a lot, as she experiences manic and depressive episodes, and I was trying to comfort her through the bad times.

When they were about to graduate, Kate told Andrew that since they wouldn't see one another at school together anymore, she would stop talking until he broke up with his girlfriend. Then Kate saw his girlfriend show up at their school acting, well, like his girlfriend. So she became suspicious. Andrew also started flirting with another woman at their school, who flirtaciously messaged Kate. Kate thought Andrew was trying to set up a threeway, even after breaking off their situation. This ended with a lot of angry texts to Andrew from Kate, demanding that he tell his girlfriend everything. Andrew claimed he did, and then the conversation ended.

Many months later, Kate doubted Andrew told his girlfriend, so Kate asked me to make a burner account to message her, and I did. She didn't seem to be aware of any of it. At this point, Kate felt that Andrew had exploited her, but as far as I know, all of their interactions were consensual. I think she was trying to deal with her own guilt by leaving all the blame on him, but I never dared to tell her she'd done any wrong here. I also felt complicit in that I probably should have guessed that she was manic during this and given better advice.

I know this was a lot of info, but it could have been a lot longer. I'm just wondering now, a long time later, was ITA for not telling my friend flat out to stop the situation, or that she was doing something wrong?

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

restricting myself to only do 5 snippets lol i love them all so much

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼 (OH!!!!!! @ that last snippet more pls)

➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰(this one has me on the edge of my seat!)(i say as if the others dont lol)

📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖(its new so im requesting more :))

🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷(this one i need a totally normal amount! diaz boys Talking ;-;)

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨(i just love them so much)

You can do as many as you want! Tanis submits 800 million every week.

I'm gonna put Gentle On My Mind at the bottom bc the snippet is sort of smutty, so I'll hide it under the cut.

That being said, 30 for ➰:

Tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings

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His fault. Sure. The naproxen? He shouldn’t have taken it from Rachel. That’s on him, too. Rachel’s kid cracking his skull open? Dumb bad luck. Not on him. But, fair enough… Three out of four. 

“That makes sense,” he tells Eddie weakly. 

“Why?” Eddie asks. 

“Just curious,” Buck mumbles. 

“Well, don’t worry,” Eddie replies. “Not like you’ve had to watch them, right?”

Yeah… He supposes that’s true…

“It doesn’t matter,” Buck says quickly. “Sorry.”

Something sad flashes across Eddie’s expression. He cups Buck’s face and pulls him in for a kiss. Buck allows it to happen, although he’s not sure he’s in the mood for their usual morning activities. 

“We should get going,” Buck says, breaking the kiss. “Don’t want to be late for kayaking today.”

Eddie nods. “Right. No. No, we don’t.”

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“Hi,” the woman greets him with a nervous little wave. 

She’s beautiful, Buck thinks. Bright smile. Gorgeous eyes. Eddie is holding her hand.

Buck feels strange. He thought she was out of the picture. Are they back together?

“Shannon,” she adds. “My name is Shannon.” 

“Nice to meet you, Shannon.” Buck says, smiling. He feels a little muted and he doesn’t know why. 

“Nice to meet you, too, best librarian in the world.” 

They chat some more. She’s really nice. Buck can see Christopher in her. Whatever happened there, Buck resolves himself to be happy for the three of them. 

Not that it’s any of his business, anyway. 

vii. 

Life gets busy for a bit. He dates and subsequently breaks up with an interior designer named Ali. In Maddie’s life, there’s a stalking incident. A near kidnapping. Chimney gets hurt. Maddie’s ex ends up in jail. Buck lives in a state of shaky adrenaline for weeks. He takes some time off work to help his sister move apartments again and fight with her new landlord about breaking her lease. Even when he’s back, he doesn’t have as much energy for the job as usual. He feels bad about it, but he just can’t give his all. 

All this to say, he doesn’t get to know Shannon Diaz very well. Even though she’s the one picking Christopher up more and more these days. Even though she’s kind and talkative. Even though Chris lights up when he sees her and it’s clear having her back in his life has been good for him. 

It’s nothing against her, really. He’s just busy. He’s got a lot going on personally. He doesn’t have the same energy for the parents as he did six months ago. No other reason. 

But then… 

Well, then she dies. 

He only finds out about it through Carla. Christopher stops showing up to after school programming. One day. Two. By the third, Buck starts to worry. 

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Eddie doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know what he’s said wrong. 

“What about when you got back from Afghanistan and you were hurt?” Chris asks. He seems insistent. 

“Uh,” Eddie furrows his eyebrows. “I don’t think I had any ice cream then, Chris. I can’t remember.”

“No, comfort. Who comforted you?” 

Eddie’s chest feels tight. 

“I mean… I think your mom tried,” Eddie replies weakly. “She had, uh… She had a little kid to think about, though. You. And her mom was sick…”

“So no one?” Chris fills in.

“That doesn’t mean she didn’t try,” Eddie defends Shannon. 

“What about…” Christiopher’s eyes dart around. He’s upset. He’s upset and Eddie can’t tell why. “What about when you were shot?”

Eddie nods. Okay, yes. Yes, he can give a satisfactory answer. 

“Yeah, buddy. Buck was there for me. Comforted me all the time.”

“Just Buck?” Chris asks.

“I mean, other people were there. You were there. You being there helped.”

“What about Ana?” Chris asks. 

“Right, yes. Ana.”

Chris narrows his eyes. 

“What is this about?” Eddie asks. “Why all the interest in my own surgeries, Chris? Yours won’t be that bad, I promise.”

“It’s not that,” Christopher sighs. 

“Then what?” Eddie tries to temper the edge in his voice. He doesn’t know why he is getting frustrated, too. Maybe it’s just the confusion of it all. 

Christopher looks down at his tub of ice cream, then back up at Eddie. He looks like he’s going to cry. It makes Eddie want to cry. 

“I… I thought going to Texas would make me feel better,” Chris says. His voice is wavering. Like it’s about to crack. 

Eddie freezes. The ice cream is probably warmer than the blood in his veins right now. 

“I thought… I thought I’d feel better because you’d feel worse. I thought I’d feel better because I wouldn’t be in your way.”

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“So, uh… So, where is Christopher today?”

Eddie feels a little thrum of apprehension. 

“He’s at the zoo,” Eddie answers. “With his stepfather.”

Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever phrased it quite like this before. To anyone who doesn’t know Buck’s role in his life, Eddie might phrase it like… My partner. My boyfriend. Something like that. There’s a different sort of implication behind my son’s stepfather. A permanence. A finality. One Eddie knows is valid and true. But one that catches Ramon off guard, clearly, from the way he raises his eyebrows. 

“Stepfather?” Ramon asks. 

“Yes,” Eddie replies tightly. Maybe he’s testing him a little. “You saw him. At the funeral. Buck.”

Ramon nods. “My memory of the day is a little fuzzy.”

“Right,” Eddie replies. 

“You’ve been together a long time?” Ramon asks. 

“A year,” Eddie replies. “Friends for longer, before then. He’s a firefighter, too.”

“That’s good. It’s good to… Well, to really know a person.”

Something in his tone says he’s speaking from experience. Like maybe he hadn’t, so well. Or maybe he feels like he doesn’t anymore? 

Eddie nods. “We’re happy.”

He doesn’t know why he feels the need to say this. Perhaps because the implication, when he came out to them all those years ago, was that he could never really be. That he was taking his life in the wrong direction. Well… Here’s the truth. He did right by himself.

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⚠️NSFW CONTENT AHEAD READ WITH CAUTION⚠️

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Eddie kisses Shannon as he undresses her. Her mouth. Her cheeks. Down her neck. Her collarbone. Kissing along a line of freckles he has memorized. He knows every inch of her. 

He removes her bra and moves his mouth to her breasts, brain short-circuiting at the fullness of them right now. 

“God, Shannon,” he mutters uselessly. He thinks she says something back but it’s muffled and a little incoherent. 

She’s so beautiful. She’s always been so beautiful. He’ll never stop being amazed by it. 

Her chest has always been sensitive. She’s always liked him kissing her here. Applying a bit of pressure. Today, she’s more sensitive than ever. He obviously understands why. But her reaction takes him by surprise. The volume of her gasping. The sharp digging on her fingernails into his back. It drives Eddie forward with confident resolve. 

He keeps moving. Kissing further and further down her body. Her sternum. He kisses the firm swell of her stomach. Peppers it with the affection he hasn’t been able to give. He kisses her thighs. Another freckle on her hip. He kisses her everywhere he can, and then he gives her exactly what she needs. 

[hotbellepepaz]

I made an inside out au!! Plz help me bc it’s my first time making an au so if it just sounds like a crappy retelling of the second movie I really do apologize 😔 anyways here it is!! Don’t be afraid to criticize it bc I came up with it all as I went so I will revise it and all lmao

Baking Memories!

In this AU, Joy, Sadness, Fear, Disgust and Anger run a bakery cafe called Baking Memories, a very popular one in their community at that. They have built a successful reputation as a lively cafe where it's ok to eat your feelings out. Despite not being experts in consultation, they've changed many people's lives for the better. Everything was going incredibly smoothly, until three new hires arrive. The OG crew were super excited for them to join the bakery, but soon notice something's off. Anxiety, the first new hire, slowly starts to insert herself into almost everything the OG crew does, and while she's undoubtedly super helpful, she starts taking over the whole bakery, alongside fellow new hires Ennui and Embarrassment. Now, kicked out of the bakery, Joy, Sadness, Fear, Disgust and Anger must figure out how to both revert the bakery to its old beloved state and snap Anxiety out of the control freak mindset she's unhealthily indulged in.

(more under the cut)

CHARACTERS

OG CREW

JOY

The founder and co-owner of Baking Memories! When she was little, she loved eating her grandmother's baked goods. They always made any bad day good and any good day great. When she grew older, she had dreams of sharing these treats with the world and bringing people together. That's when her grandmother gave her a cookbook with recipes to almost every sweet treat she made for Joy. A little while after being given this cookbook, she and Sadness finally opened Baking Memories.

When it comes to handling customers, Joy will always strive to deliver the most pleasant and welcoming experience possible. That means even on her most miserable day, she will still keep a positive attitude and a smile. Sadness appreciates this much dedication, but still wants her to have a breather and let her feelings out everyday during breaks, but Joy feels like this will only slow her down. She loves the bakery so much, and so will do anything to protect and care for it and its patrons.

SADNESS

Co-owns Baking Memories with Joy. They have both been good friends (and, actually, the only friend Joy has had,) and would often come over to Joy's grandmother's house to eat these elusively delicious treats. She always felt sad, so these were the magical band-aid she always needed. When Joy asked her to open a bakery with her, she agreed mostly because she thought the whole concept could actually cure the rather moody town of Imagina.

Customers and patrons of Baking Memories love Sadness for one reason: she resonates and connects with them in a way nobody else can do it. She's kind, sweet, soft-spoken and comforting. Her personality and the delicious baked goods make for one heck of a combo. Sure, she sometimes cries during her job, but she gets things done, even though she doesn't feel great. Doing basic chores like cleaning the floor and tables actually calm her, and boost her overall mood.

FEAR

The first crew member of Baking Memories. He actually came into Joy and Sadness' awareness a little later. Joy and Sadness opened a small Baking Memories pop-up at a school fair, and he and Disgust were drawn to the delectable scent of the baked treats. As he took a bite of a croissant, he was suddenly transported to a dream. He loved the taste so much, he actually fainted! The scene was horrendous at first, but it afterwards was hilarious. It also gave Joy and Sadness insight to how the general public reacted to their baked goods. Afterwards, he desperately wanted to join the duo's bakery to see how these treats were made. He loved it all!

Fear is very much a "fight or flight" type of guy. If a customer is giving him attitude, he will either take action and handle it himself, or just get someone else to do it.

Preferably Disgust or Anger. Customers love how he's unintentionally funny, and some even come from miles to this bakery just to get served by him! Joy can sometimes distract him from working and therefore makes many mistakes in orders. But he will do complimentary redo's if your order ends up a little wonky!

DISGUST

Crew member and marketing manager of Baking Memories. Met Joy and Sadness the same way Fear did, through the school fair booth. Taking a bite into the custard croissant she got, she felt so much lighter. She wrote about this heavenly experience on her blog, and boy, did it blow up. She then gained utter respect and even a little envy for the duo and applied to be their marketing manager. She did have to pay the price of becoming a full on employee and take care of chores, which does drag her but is still content.

Disgust hates doing chores with a burning passion, but despite that loves her job. She will comment on a lot of people's outfits (opinions may vary) and always come up with exciting new events, deals and campaigns. Each one drawing crowds up to hundreds! A lot of patrons especially note that if Disgust wasn't working here, they wouldn't have become the bakery that they are today.

ANGER

Crew member of Baking Memories. He was actually the very first customer of the shop, and came right after quitting his former job. He came in with such a temper, desperately needing coffee to at least tame himself. The whole crew had to handle him by gathering around him ready to extinguish his rage. After seeing how much help they truly needed, he offered to join them to help handle the bakery.

Anger loves customers who are on the same level as him. He gets who they are, what they need, and why they need it so much. Think of it as attacking back with the same weapon. However, even the mildest irritating customer can set him off. So much, someone who is the complete opposite like Joy would have no choice but to step in before things get worse.

NEW HIRES

ANXIETY

Newest crew member of Baking Memories. As a young woman, Anxiety had so much to juggle, and yet still managed to take care of it all. When she found out about Baking Memories, she wanted to try it so bad (mostly because of Ennui). The treats were extremely delicious, and their coffee was top-notch! She loved everything about it... until she was done. After her experience, Anxiety felt that 5 people working in a bakery that serves tens of thousands of people each week sounded overwhelming, and since she needed a job so badly, she figured she could fix it up a little...

When hired, Joy immediately displayed Anxiety as the ideal crew member. She was genuinely shocked when she saw her take great care of everything on her list of chores, and all in an instant! Joy definitely wanted her to be a role model for everyone else, especially the other new hires. However, Anxiety felt like she wasn't doing enough to keep up this fine establishment. She then decided to create new treats and completely rebrand the whole bakery. She then was so dedicated to creating the New Baking Memories that she might've gone a bit over her head...

ENNUI

Second new crew member of Baking Memories. Unlike her friend and roommate Anxiety, she showed little to no interest in working at the bakery. Sure, the baked goods were tasty as heck, out she would rather lay on the couch in their apartment than do manual labor. Unfortunately, Anxiety dragged her alongside to apply for the job, so she's just here... I guess.

"Miss IDGAF" is literally Ennui's nickname (from Disgust, alongside "Wee-wee" by Joy), especially considering that when she mans the register, she's just on her phone.

Somehow, she still gets orders through, but no one knows how she even does that. If her phone dies or is taken away, she goes into instant panic mode. Which is pretty much why she almost despises days when Envy tags along with Disgust to work. Envy can get very much drawn to it, and so she must protect it at all costs. Or maybe not.

EMBARRASSMENT

Third new crew member of Baking Memories. He's not the type of guy to stand out like the others, but rather blend in. It's always why he will forever never go out without his hoodie. It helps him feel "invisible" to the public. But when around people he can trust, like Envy and Sadness, he brings out his true personality. He's gentle, kind and compassionate, just like Sadness. In fact, Sadness hired him at Baking Memories just so he can practice socializing with people.

Embarrassment is scared to death of talking directly to strangers, so Sadness is helping him ease his way up the ladder of the workforce. As he works in the kitchen, where nobody can really pay attention to him, he gets things done. Not as much as Anxiety can, which he does wish he could. If your order came out slowly, it was most likely that Embarrassment made it. He's still a work in progress, just like everyone else.

ENVY (not an employee)

Disgust's little sister. After moving back to Imagina with her mom to live nearby Disgust, she heard about her job at Baking Memories and immediately begged to tag along with her. She loves going with Disgust every week to see and admire her big sis, and eat yummy desserts while she's at it. She also likes sneaking out Ennui's phone to watch makeup videos. Ennui still has no idea how she does it, so she's extra protective of it, but she still doesn't care either.

When Anxiety joins the bakery, Envy grows a close bond with her, and since then they've been best friends. She inevitably starts to admire and look up to Anxiety, and offers her help marketing the joint, just like Disgust. She thinks Anxiety's rebranding plan is amazing, but kinda wishes that she didn't kick out the OG crew, especially considering Disgust is out and the only people who know how to manage the bakery.

thanks for reading my crap and feedback is super appreciated :D alr byeee

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I love your writing so much!! Can I please request needy!lilette x reader. Reader decides to wear a shorter skirt than normal and it keeps distracting Lilette to the point that she has to drag you away bc she can't stand it

Thank you!!

Desperation

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut— fingering, some oral, slight degradation, spanking(reader receiving), pet names

In which Lilette absolutely cannot keep her eyes off of reader, and soon fantasising alone wasn’t enough.

With summer approaching, the weather was turning warm, it gave you the perfect opportunity to show off your new skirt. Skirts weren’t something you wore often, but today you were just in the mood to do so. Unlike Lilette who wore a pretty nice balance of pants and skirts, you gravitated towards pants most of the time. So whenever you did wear a skirt, Lilette had a specific reaction. Usually nice and shy, she’d be extra touchy once she sees you in a skirt. You weren’t going to complain about the extra affection and attention from your girlfriend, but it made it very difficult for you to stay focused.

You drove by Lilette’s to pick her up, like you always do. The girl stopped dead in her tracks the moment she opened the passenger seat’s door. Her eyes go wide for a moment, “Oh. Wow.”

“So subtle, Lil.” You teased, “Like what you’re seeing?”

“Sure do.” Lilette grins, getting into the seat and shutting the door.

“Not that look.” You sigh with a laugh, about to give in to the urge you were feeling. “We have a half day, could you just…wait till we get out of school for the day?”

She could tell you were frustrated, but went with your request anyway and left you to drive in peace. Your skirt wasn’t too short— you didn’t get dress-coded. But some people looked a second too long and Lilette got a little bit upset about it. Your relationship wasn’t under wraps, you two were pretty open. Both of you showed some affection publicly, but never anything over the top.

Except for those days that you’ve worn a skirt: her kisses lingered, she’d have an arm protectively around your waist, she’d lean on you while standing beside you, her touches also weren’t innocent— you’d know she was trying to tease you and rile you up. Usually, you fought the urge. Only letting her have her way with you after class. But it seems that today was going to be the exception. When break time rolled around, it had been two hours since school’d started. Your question was answered when Lilette came up to you frantically and just pulled you away into a janitor’s closet the. locked the door. You smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted.

“You’ve been distracting me.” She says, arm reaching to your back to wrap around you, “Can’t get you out of my head.” Lilette sighs softly, hand going up your face to cup your cheek, “Do you mind if I just— did it, here?”

You shook your head silently, leaning forward to kiss her first. Lilette kisses back with fervour, tongue so quickly sliding into your mouth kicking up the intensity rapidly. She had pressed you up against the wall, pushing your skirt and underwear down to your ankles roughly. You whined at her eagerness, feeling the ache in between your thighs already.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, the word almost instantly getting swallowed by Lilette’s hungry kisses.

You feel her two fingers rubbing your clit and effectively riling you up, applying just the right amount of pressure. You whine, legs going apart a little more on reflex. Lilette grins, almost pervertedly, sliding her fingers lower smoothly. They enter you without you even realising. Her pace was relentless, and her gesture was rough as she repeatedly hammered your g-spot making your knees buckle.

A hand of hers was now firmly holding onto your hip to keep you standing. The discomfort quickly dies down and gets replaced by pure pleasure, feeling the slick dripping down your thighs. You whined softly, hand on her shoulder for more support, but Lilette moved fast— now kneeling before your cunt and swiftly started circling her tongue around your clit to give it the attention it was so quickly craving. “So wet, y/n…what a needy little thing you are.” Lilette says while massaging your inner thighs and watching your face contort and your body react as expected…right in front of your eyes.

“Shut up.” You said in a pant, head leaned back slightly against the wall.

“Really?” Her eyes flicked up to look at you, “Are you sure?”

“Are you seriously going to just stop like this after being so touchy since the minute I saw you? You know what you were doing.” You sigh, vexed.

“No.” Lilette stated, “I can edge you. Make you so soaking wet you’ll be ready to take anything and everything once we get home.”

“Fuck’s sake, Lil.” You exhaled harshly, “What the fuck.”

She smirks, burying her face in your cunt again, teasing your clit with her tongue. You bucked your hips upward, pushing yourself closer to her face. Her hold on your thighs tightened to keep you from moving any more.

You whimpered feeling your climax approaching so ridiculously quick. But Lilette was an expert, or so she claims. She knows the difference in your taste when you were close. She detaches herself from you then started to clean you off with a pack of tissues she had in her pocket. Once she was the one in control, you couldn’t resist letting her use you however she wanted. You were okay with it— so okay with it. Because you knew how intense the eventual release would be and you were more than happy to suffer a little bit and have that much pleasure later on.

"Okay, fuck. Fine. I'll— I'll wait."

"Good girl." She flashes you sweet smile, finishing her task of cleaning you up then let you get dressed again.

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After lunch, all your classes were with Lilette and she always sat beside you so you were in hell for the last...nearly three hours. Shifting uncomfortably in your seat every once in awhile, and especially when you felt her eyes on you. You glared at her every time, but she only got more happy about it seeing your frustration amp up so easily. "Book report, due next Wednesday. No exceptions." The teacher says, "Any questions?"

The teacher waited a little bit, no hands were raised.

"Lilette, eyes up front."

You looked down and couldn't help but smile, she sees it though. But hey, she stopped staring at you for the remainder of the class. Which...wasn't long but at least she stopped and made it easier for you to sit through the class. Ten minutes later, the class concludes. Mrs. Wallaker dismisses you all. You left the classroom before anyone could stop you, with Lilette right behind you, holding onto your hand. Both of you hurried into your car and you just drove back to yours without a single word being uttered. Once the car started moving, so did Lilette's hand. It finds its way under your skirt, pushing your underwear aside to slip her fingers up and down your folds.

"Excuse me?" You squinted at her. Lilette only grins, knowing you'd fold in 3...2...1. Your features relaxed, focusing your attention on the road while she carries on teasing you. "If I crash the car, it's on you." "Pull over. I'll drive." She says, fingers still moving. You did and quickly switched seats with her so Lilette could finish the remainder of the drive. Twenty minutes. During which, you finally got your release. Completely just soaking the leather beneath you. "Needy." She says with a smirk, pushing her fingers into you one last time forcefully just to see you squirm and hear you yelp. "Do you think you're done yet?" She asks in a quiet voice. There was a right answer she was expecting.

"Mm—" Your breathing hitches as she caresses your thigh, you flinch, "No. No, I'm not."

Once she parks your car in the garage, the both of you scrambled out of the car and entered the house through the door in the garage. Quickly stumbling into your room, Lilette shut and locked the door even though no one was home. Better to be safe than sorry, after all. You'd barely kicked your shoes off before you got pushed onto your bed. Almost toppling over, she stops you and removed your jacket, then your tank top, and your skirt. Leaving you, almost entirely naked. She admires you for a little while before the remaining articles of clothing get removed by her as well in a hurry.

You lay flat on your back, her hand— one fondling with your breast while the other traced your body then found its way back in between your thighs. You cried out, shocked by how sensitive you were. Lilette knowingly went soft and slow, but your wetness returned with a vengeance and spread quickly. "Holy shit, baby." Lilette laughs, almost huskily, sending a shiver down your back. "What?" You ask breathlessly.

"You look heavenly." She says, holding your nipple between two fingers and twisting it.

You whined, desperate for her to fuck you again.

"So sweet, so pretty..." She whispers into your ear, kissing a trail downwards while her fingers were stagnant inside you. You squirmed, "Lil, please...please."

She hums, tugging your sensitive nipple between her teeth. You whimper, much to her delight. She loved how you were sounding right now. Loved it. She also knew what you wanted, but she wanted you to say it out loud. "Please, what?" Her fingers twisted in you as she asks. A tear slips down your cheek, your frame trembling.

"Fuck— fuck me. Fuck me please." You beg, breathing irregular.

Her fingers started moving, steadily increasing their pace. You entirely matched up to her speed, your noises too, letting her have that enjoyment of hearing you curse and swear, making all sorts of noises for her and moaning her name as she pushes you closer.

"Mm— ah— ah— my god..." Your voice was so shaky as you fought the tears welling up in your eyes.

"You're making such pretty noises for me right now, love. How could I have you stop?" Her voice was still low, which you adored in these moments. It helped in making you climax and this girl knew it, that's why she was talking like that. You yipped when you felt her thumb pressing against your clit while her fingers poked your g-spot continuously. "I need to come...please, Lil." You felt like you were about to burst.

"Okay, go for it." She shrugs, her fingers still working your sensitive spots. "Come now."

You unravel on her command, body shaking as you finally got forced into tears. You feel the absurd intensity of every single sensation you experienced at you rode through your second high. You head was giddy with pleasure, your vision blurry being clouded by the tears. "Keep going, I know you can take it." Lilette urges, her pace quickening again to coax another climax. You were fully sobbing as another wave of pleasure over took your entire body. You felt it, you heard it. You also saw her looking at you through it all. That made your cheeks flush and you avoided her gaze. "Look at me." Her voice gentle, but authoritative. You licked your lips, inevitably tasting your tears. Your head slowly turned back to face her. Her free hand strokes your cheek, you vaguely saw her smile. "Can you give me another one, y/n? Or do you want me to stop?"

You shook your head no on reflex, pleasure overtaking everything. You needed that release. You wanted to give it to her. Her fingers retract and you felt a slap, then another. You started clenching around nothing. She goes again, then her fingers slip inside, slamming into you unendingly. You backed up, but not for long. Lilette yanks you back down, focused on making you come for the third time. Right before you came, you feel her mouth on you as her fingers carried on fucking you. You filled it up, and was finally feeling your body relax once her pace became languish. Your tentative hand in her hair lets go, falling to your side lazily as your chest heaved, desperate to catch your breath.

She removes herself from you soon enough, then was laying next to you, brushing the hair out of your face and pressing tiny little kisses all over it. “Did I go too rough?” Lilette asked.

Still in tears and somewhat breathless, you shook your head and continued to take in some slow, deep breaths. “No. I would’ve told you to stop if you were.”

She pulls you closer and you snuggled against her chest, finger fiddling with her silver necklace. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.” You muttered.

“I’ll order us some food? What do you want?”

“Tacos.” You told her.

“Yum, okay.” Lilette agrees, pressing a kiss to your forehead before breaking away from the embrace to go locate her phone so that she could order the food. You laid sleepily in your bed as you watched her find her phone and scrolled through the delivery app to place an order for what you wanted. Placing your favourite order, she was quickly back by your side giving you cuddles. “I’ll wake you up when the food gets here.” She says while stroking your hair. You hummed, nodding against her chest while one of your arms was wrapped around her in the front. “Okay.”

“Mhm.” She answers, then playing with your hair till you dozed off, “Get some rest, sweet girl. I’ll stay right here.”

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💭A/N:

As promised, here’s one last fic before I leave for the cruise😭 I still have some time so I’ll try to finish up one more and queue it to post over the weekend while I’m away😗

[raayllum]

bc @kradogsrats spoke it into existence and i'll never say no to a character being forced to make a terrible / difficult choice of what regrets they're willing to live with. tw for violence + mentioned forced amputation

The seas are choppier when they set sail, this time, a barrel of 'fresh' dark magic parts go spilling overboard when the crew is talking too excitedly about their new captives—Finnegrin curses and crushes one of the stray snake rattle tails that survived, just out of principle.

(He takes one and places it into his pocket for later, but is far more reluctant to take it out; he doesn't.)

His worse than usual mood sets Elmer on edge, and so when the Moonshadow elf girl gets rowdy, he backhands her in favour of picking her up. The smack echoes, the boy growling as he forces himself to his feet, lunging with an arms literally tied behind his back, but then Elmer is gripping her, forcing her to sit back down with a reddened cheek.

(She is dazed enough not to bite and slip the sliver of wood between her teeth.)

And here is how it goes.

"What's wrong with you people?" Finnegrin demands, and incredulous, Callum notes with a hint of satisfaction. "You bunch of barnacle brains all want to lose your hands?"

"I do not understand," Elmer says, voice deep and confused. "A hand will take weeks to regrow."

"No, buddy," Soren corrects. "It'll take way longer than that."

"See?" Callum staggers to his feet, heart beating fast—but confident, proud. They can win this. They can beat him. And until they do, he won't break them. "So long as we protect each other, so long as we love each other, you can never control us."

But Finnegrin doesn't turn back the way Callum thought he would, moving closer to the others still on their knees. "Charming," the pirate remarks, circling closer like a shark. The knife is clasped in one hand. "Really tugging on my heartstrings. Think I feel a good cry coming on."

He twirls the knife almost teasingly above Rayla's head as he walks on by, and Callum's stomach clenches.

"Love is the key to strength, hm? But no two loves are the same. I would know." Finnegrin stops walking behind Ezran, gave heavy and thoughtful and smug. His little brother looks even tinier in comparison. "Let's see which one you love the least."

"No—" Callum gasps, as the blade comes close, far too close to Ezran's throat. "You said the hand—"

"It's okay, Callum," Ezran says with the world's tiniest smile, but he's trembling. Putting on a brave face.

"Oh I meant it," Finnegrin says, waving the knife back over to Rayla almost experimentally. It goes against every instinct, but Callum tries to school his expression into something neutral. If he just gives nothing away, everyone will make it out alive, unscathed.

He can't show any sign of preference. He can't show any sign of worry.

He swallows hard, trying to remain impassive—stoic, neutral—as Finnegrin walks over to Villads and Soren, and it's easier, to stay calm. It's easier, and he hates that it is, but it is. Finnegrin frowns slightly, musing, examining Soren and Villads, and then his eyes fixate on Ezran.

"Everyone has a soft spot for the young ones, hm? Doesn't the king of Katolis have a brother? Bet he won't be pleased with you—"

"No!" Rayla juts her arms out in front of Ezran again. "Take my hand—"

Ezran tries to nudge her away, the welt on her cheek a bright red, but she's always been stronger than him. "Rayla, no—I'm the one who—"

"Deadwood, hold them both down," Finnegrin orders after a moment. The wooden giant goes to comply. "If the boy won't make a choice, and these two are so eager, we'll simply fulfil both their wishes."

Deadwood uses one hand to hold both of them in place on their knees, squirming and arms extended plainly, shoulders squeezed too tight for them to jerk around. The panic and anxiety roars to life like a tidal wave, Callum drowning in it as the knife hovers over Ezran's small slim wrist, the blade glinting, waiting, being brought back, and then—

"Wait!" Callum shouts.

The knife stops. Finnegrin straightens up, lips peeling back in a smirk.

Ezran looks at him with wide, fearful eyes, but Rayla is glaring like she already knows—or like she's asking, ordering for him to pick her over his brother, but Callum couldn't let her lose a hand when they were children and he still can't now.

He bows his head and then raises it slowly, because well—"I'll make a choice," he rasps, hating himself for it.

The easy one would be Villads, because he is a stranger and Callum will never see him again after this, but he is a stranger and didn't know what he was getting himself wrapped up in, and—

All he knows is that it can't be Ezran or Rayla.

When he looks up, Soren is already looking up at him, tears in his eyes and a deadened smile on his lips. Because Soren knows.

Soren has always known.

"Soren," Callum says at last. His eyes slide shut like the swinging of a death knell, opening back up in time as Soren raises a trembling hand to identify himself.

To his credit, the crownguard only screams a little as Finnegrin saws his hand off, and then binds the bloody stump poorly with a handkerchief. Rayla keeps Ezran held to her front to shield him from it.

Callum makes himself watch.

It's his first of many apologies.

[rinrinx2]

hihi could i possibly req ran or hanma (up to you) x reader where is friends w boten n one night while they're all drinking n he always tries to get with her (reader) but she had always turned him down but this night she finally says yes bc she left her emotionally abusive bf for him

maybe the other boten boys hear or walk in n are shocked she finally said yes lol

if youre not comfy writing this no worries!

I hope you like it 💕💕💕, Also i apologize in advance for the use of the phrase city girls be up

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Finally a yes

Hanma x Reader

Warnings: smut, innapropriate language, mature themes, bets being made without your knowledge, Hanma

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Suzuki Takumi, your once boyfriend, and now ex-boyfriend had broken up with you earlier that week. After what felt like months of arguing back and forth was finally over. You had met Takumi in your youth, and had been together since high school, but once started off as two high school sweethearts quickly turned sour. Takumi was possessive and demanding, you were expected to make Takumi your world, place him on a pedestal above others, but when it came to you, you were just another girl in his books.

But even with his neglectful treatment you still stood beside him, being the good girlfriend. No matter what man approached you, you would stay clear of them, even when the man who you had a crush on since you were in middle school asked you out during a Bonten gathering, Shuji Hanma.

Hanma wasn’t a formal member of Bonten, but he did work as their undesignated hitman; the only reason you knew such information was because you worked as Bonten’s supplier assistant, whatever the men of Bonten needed you provided no matter how dangerous or weird the items were.

So, Hanma’s appearance at Bonten meetings and gatherings become a regular, you’d see each other more and more and at every sighting of you he would offer to create an evening of magic which you politely declined out of respect of your boyfriend.

The custom of Hanma asking you out at every Bonten gathering became such a norm that the other men began to place bets whether you would finally say yes or if you’d decline him.

So, now at the monthly gathering you sat alone at the bar, not really mopping your breakup but more so celebrating it. You were finally free of the burden of a man named Takumi and he even sparred you the guilt of having to break up with him, as he left you for some poor girl who probably bought just you once did.

You were basking in your newfound independence unaware of who was about to approach you. Silently like a predator stalking his prey Hanma approached you.

“Good evening (Y/N)” Hanma said as he sat beside you on the open bar stool.

“Evening Shuji” you said with massive smile on your face.

“You must be getting really wasted if you’re greeting me with such enthusiasm” Hanma teased you, with some truth in his words as you never sounded that excited to see him and would usually address him on his last name, but still Hanma was not about to deter your good mood.

“Oh common, you have such a nice name” you said gently pushing his shoulder as you giggled.

You had been so long out of the game that you were unsure if you were flirting correctly, but from Hanma’s reaction you could tell that your flirtatious tone was going well. But all the way on the other side of the room unaware to both you and Hanma bets were being made as per usual.

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“I bet 1000 yen she’s going to say yes” Ran said as he placed his money on the glass table, he sat at with the rest of Bonten.

“I bet 1500 yen (Y/N) will say no as usual” Sanzu said placing his money his money above Ran’s.

“I’m with my brother on this one” Rindou said placing a 1000-yen wad on the table.

“How sure are you on that?” Kakucho asked.

“Look at her body language, she’s leaning into him, placing her hand on his thigh, she’s laughing at all his stupid jokes. Clear sign shell says yes” Rindou explained.

“I still say she won’t doesn’t seem in her nature to just change so suddenly” Kakucho said as he placed his 1000 yen on the table.

“She’s going to fold” Takeomi said as he continued smoking his cigarette.

“Oh really” Mikey said looking at the older male.

“Yes, she will. Take it from a man with experience” Takeomi replied.

“Okay hot shot put your money where your mouth is” Mikey said as he reached into his pocket placing 2000 yen on the table and Takeomi reached into his trouser pocket pulling out the same amount and placing it on the table.

“Okay all bets are in. Now we wait” Koko said as he reached for all the money on the table as he began to carefully organize it.

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“So, you’re a single girl now” Hanma said with raised eyebrows and a smirk on his face.

“Single and free” you said raising your glass, as you had just finished your explanation on what had occurred between you and your ex-boyfriend.

“Yes, city girls be up” Hanma said as he clanked his glass against yours.

You laughed at Hanma’s response. He really was just as nice as he seemed, he listened inventively and gave advice that came from the heart but still with a sense of logic to it.  He was funny, tall, handsome, and seemed to be a true gentleman.

You only hoped that he would catch onto your interests in him, and you prayed that he would ask you out as he usually did as you already had your answer ready for him.

“You’re single, I’m single so why-”

“Yes” you said hastily not even allowing Hanma to finish his sentence.

You quickly realized how your urgency could be perceived, as well as how disrespectful it may seem to have cut him off before he finished his sentence.

“Sorry, but yes I would love to go out with you” you said more calmly this time.

“Great, shall we get started now” Hanma said as he extended his arm for you to take.

You hooked your arm into his and walked beside him as the two of you left the hotel ballroom that the Bonten gathering was being held.

You and Hanma didn’t venture far, as the two of you ended up going to the room you would be staying at for the evening at the hotel.

Hanma was a gentleman, he sat at an arm’s length distance from you, and he never made any suggestive jokes or comments rather keeping the conversation about you. But still you couldn’t help the need growing between your legs, as you could feel the slick form between your thighs, you couldn’t help it the way Hanma’s shirt fit on him allowed you to make out the outline of his firm and defined body.

You tried you best to pay attention to what he said, biting your lip in concentration.

“Are you okay (Y/N)?” he asked, with worry now on his features.

“Oh I’m fine, its just” you said as your words became more quieter.

“Just what?” he asked as he kept his gaze on you.

“I like you a lot Hanma, and I don’t want you thinking of this as just some rebound. Ive really liked you since middle school and -” but before you could finish your sentence Hanma’s soft warm lips was on yours.

And it took you a second before you kissed him back.

“I’ve liked you since middle school too, (Y/N)” Hanma said as he slightly pulled back from your lips, only to go back and kiss you more passionately this time.

Hanma slipped his tongue into your mouth, gliding his wet muscle over yours feeling as you moaned into his mouth. Hanma carefully pushed onto the bed; Hanma pulled back for a second removing his shirt.

You watched in awe, as he took his shirt off, his body was sledner yet so defined, which had you leaking out. Once Hanma had fully removed his shirt, he went back to kissing you. You wrapped your legs around his waist causing your dress to ride up, Hanma began to grinf into you clothed arousal. His hard cock now brushing up against your clothed clit making you moan out loudly at the tingles of pleasure.

“You want me to fuck you?” Hanma said pulling back grabbing your cheeks gently.

So enamoured by his commanding aura that you simply nodded up and down as a way to say yes.

“Good girl” Hanma said as he moved up unbuckling his belt and pulling it slightly down so that his hard cock could come out.

When you saw Hanma’s cock your pussy began to clench around nothing. His cock was massive, a long shaft with a thick head, girthy all the way around and the slit was shining from the leaking pre-cum that dripped down his shaft.

Hanma grabbed your legs that once hugged his waist to bring you closer, he slightly raised your body so that he could lift the dress from your body. You were amazed at his strength to remove a dress so easily from your body, so amazed that you hadn’t even noticed that Hanma had removed your bra, only when the cool evening breeze caused your nipples to pebble had you realized the lack of a bra.

Hanma didn’t say anything as he looked down at your body, rather a smirk was placed on his lips before he pulled your panties down. Hanma watched as a string of slick pulled down along with your panties, a sign indicating to him of how wet you were for him which only made him harder.

Without any warning Hanma plunged his massive cock into your pussy, the sensation of being filled all the way up to your cervix with Hanma’s cock was making your pussy clench unbearable tight.

“Shit” Hanma moaned softly at the tightening of your busy. Hanma remained still inside your busy allowing you to adjust to his massive size,, until he felt you roll your hips undeaneath his.

The moment Hanma felt some movement from you he began to thrust into your pussy, hard deep thrusts that caused his balls to slap against your ass.

The feeling of Hanma's cock being dragged against your pussy walls was causing your pussy to flutter. You pussy was devoring his cock as you savoured the feeling of his cock being oulle din and out of your walls as his top pushed against the spot in your pussy that made you scream his name over and over.

“Your pussy is so good” Hanma said as he shoved his dick to the deepest part of your pussy while you helpelessy grabbed ta his shoulder.

“Can I cum in you or on your puffy pussy folds” Hanma said with that teasing tone that made you clench harder around him.

“On my pussy” you moaned out as Hanma now began to fuck you faster, shoving his dick back and forth inside you, causing the pressure in yout tummy to build fast.

Hanma couldn’t last much longer inside your walls, feeling as his balls were ready to release itself all over your pussy. So, Hanma began to fuck like a rabbit in heat.

You were close, the feeling of Hanma’s cock was becoming to much fast. Hanma could tell you were about to cum from the way your pussy began to milk him.

“You gonna cum pretty girl?”

“Ye-ss” you cried out, causing Hanma to remove his cock from your pussy as he began to rub your clit back and forth.

Your pussy ached to have Hanma back inside but the way he was rubbing your clit with lubed fingers was quickly making you forgte the sensation of his cock, as you were now overhwlmed with pleasure, until finally the pressure in your pussy became to much and you came hard. You pussy clenched down hard around nothing as you squirted out onto the bed beneath you. Hanma continued playing with your clit as he grabbed his cock with his other hand and gave it a few rough strokes before he came all over your pussy.

You and Hanma remained still for a moment until you had caught your breath, when you looked down between your legs you saw that it was covered in white liquid just as Hanma had promised.

“Told you I would” Hanma said with a laugh as he stood up grabbing a towel to clean the mess he had made between your legs.

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Sanzu was walking around the hotel, half drunk looking for an ice machine for some unknown reason. He wobbled about the corridors until he heard a thumping noise.

“That must be the ice machine” Sanzu hiccupped out as he stumbled to where the sound came from without a second to waste Sanzu opened the door to find you with your legs bent to your head with Hanma balls deep inside you for what was the third time that night.

You quickly covered your breast with your arms, but Hanma remained in the same positions, which caused a slight blush to form on your cheeks.

“Get the fuck out Sanzu, I’m doing my girl”

Sanzu turned his head slightly to the right as he began to scream out of the door.

“RaN yOu FucKinG HaITani YoU WoN. ThEy FucKed … anD I THinK TheY’Re DaTinG NoW. CongrUlatIonS”

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[piece-of-hweat]

Little Nightmares Headcanons!!

(May change over time n stuff)

listed from youngest to eldest

RUNAWAY 9y/o

No clue, he/him

Really good at swimming (main reason why I draw him as a fish-person)

Loud, confident idiot (stares at Tommy-Innit)

Hates broccoli.

Lactose intolerant

Hates being wrong/failing

Very much a "act-before-think person"

Break dances epically

Competitive. Very competitive. (especially with Six)

Hates Six's guts

Has a collection of ships in bottles

Either Runaway or Mono are trans... I just want like... supportive brother arc please--

Plays with sticks

Knows one word in French. And it's piscine. He was the one who told Mono about the piscine joke.

Athletic

SIX - 9y/o

Aro/ace, she/it

loves ducks

Will bite (you and your belongings)

Won't scratch (she bites her nails)

Knows how to swim on the surface

Pupils are slightly slitted

Sharp canines

Growls and hisses when she’s really mad, or extremely not in the mood for anything

Had a duck and mouse plush at some point

Will tear Runaway into pieces if she could

There was a head-canon idea where Six has some form of DID, OSDD, UDD, etc. I don't really use this headcanon a lot because I myself don't have DID, so :/

Dark humor

NOONE - 10y/o

She/her

Animal lover <3

Clutches/fiddles with the ends of her clothing when nervous

Looks confused/concerned and scared 24/7

Likes drawing (probably has some animal doodles in her school books)

Listens to Mono's late night singing.

Allergic to nuts (once, at school, a group of students with pbj sandwiches "offered" Noone the sandwiches despite her declining. She was sent to the ER shortly after and was excused from school for the rest of the day and the day afterwards.)

Probably will get along with Six

Ticklish

Reads a lot

Laughs at Six's jokes.

Around the same height as Mono (taller than Raincoat)

Smartest (academically) in the group

LOW - 10-11 y/o

Bird nerd

Always liked reading comic books (especially the super-hero ones)

Percussion my beloved <3

Listens to your problems and gives you decent advice

Took up archery in school

Makes friendship bracelets

*insert epic secret handshake*

Ticklish

Probably makes music with Mono and Raincoat

Apple Juice lover

Plays with sticks

Very strategic

Probably plays chess or smth

Gamer /pos

Athletic

ALONE - 10-11 y/o

She/he

Listens to your problems and gives you… advice. Not good, not bad. Just advice.

Engineering <3 (probably would be really into those lego-machines)

Hits harder than a truck. Be careful, you might've shatter a bone.

Probably was a batter in baseball

Probably will win in a arm-wrestle against Mono.

Hits you lightly when laughing

Allergic to nuts

Apple juice lover

Doesn't talk much

G R E E N

Knows how to handle and discharge a gun properly. Do not ask her how or why she knows this. He simply does.

Person with the most amount of obscure knowledge (more people drown in freshwater than they do in saltwater. fear that creek in the forest behind your house. fear it. It will take your life one day)

Fascinated by wires and Mono's powers

Probably needs glasses

Reads a lot

MONO - 10-11y/o

Bi, He/him

Is British

Plays the violin (but it’s more like a guitar bc it’s big for him and he lost the bow)

Despite being taller than average, he walks around on his tippy toes

Barely knows how to swim (just fails around and barely stay afloat)

Dino-arms

Knows very limited amounts of Japanese and German (knows a couple of words in French, but only really remembers bonjour and piscine)

Punches hit like a truck, but it hurts Mono's hand a lot

Asthma

Very ticklish

stands awkwardly in the corner

Probably makes music with Raincoat and Low

Plays with sticks (uses them to direct magic)

Broken humor

Has negative associations with trains (doesn't like them)

RAINCOAT - 11-12 y/o

No Clue, She/her

Is Sisi

LOVES horses

Wanted to be an actress because MAKE UP, COSTUMES!! ACTING!! SINGING!! AAAAA!!

Good at cooking and baking (stares at my Bakes-Cookies-for-Otto headcanon)

Has some experience with piano and choir, but nothing else really

Bestest big sister ever

Will totally paint your nails while you ramble about something

Really likes playing with hair (another career dream she had was a hair stylist)

Will tease you (/lh)

Really pretty voice <3

Typically the one breaking conflict up

Probably makes music with Mono and Low

Reads bedtime stories to others

Around the same height as Mono (shorter than Noone)

Also, secret funky art post on youtube

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Hi I saw ur still open to requests. may I have another one? bc npmd has been stuck in my head recently >:D

I was thinking about despite the whole tune of the musical. witnessing/experiencing their classmates dying must be traumatizing.

so I'm thinking about so aftermath stuff

for example Lautski having this hurt&comfort stuff where one of them feeling real bad and guilty for what they had done and the other was like, hugging them/saying reassuring words to them (and Peter is the one who's more likely to feel bad imo)

or it could be Ruth freaking out on hearing Richie's death and one of her friends comforting her

sorry I was rambling a lot. its just a random idea. u could pick one if ur interested and pls don't feel stressed to reply. I really love your writing. have a nice day!

Thank you so much for the request!! I'm gonna try to combine it, kind of tehee

Thank you and have a nice day to you too!

I'll try my best :))

(more beneath the break ^^)

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"..Richard Lipschitz." "Richie's dead?!"

And just like that, Ruth's world came crumbling down. She felt her heart sink and tears starting to swell behind her eyes. She felt her cheeks starting to heat up a little, her brows furrowing.

Richie's dead..?

"..No- No, he can't- He can't be dead. He- He just-" Ruth cried, tightly being held by Peter who was also starting to cry in the hallway, Stephanie and Grace standing with them.

"I can't believe someone would do this.." Stephanie worried.

"..He- he can't just-.." Peter gently shushed her before she could say anything else, in an attempt to comfort her a little. She choked back her sobs, not wanting to draw attention to her. It couldn't just end like this, right?

Later that day, when Ruth, Peter, and Richie would usually have their daily study session at the library, neither of the remaining two decided to turn up.

Ruth decided to completely ignore her aunt Charlotte in the kitchen when she came home and went straight to her room.

"Ruth?" Charlotte opened the door slightly and peeked in to Ruth lying on her bed, sobbing softly.

They talked, for hours. Trying to get this mess to make sense, which it never will.

A few days later, trying to keep her mood up for Pete, she went to rehearsal.

Which was a big mistake.

A few days later when Peter, Stephanie, and Grace were told that Ruth was gone as well, Peter almost immediately broke down into tears.

"They- they were all I had." Sure, he had Stephanie, but he didn't know for sure if they were going to last. What if the killer was going after them as well?

"I know." Stephanie tried her best to comfort him by holding him close and muttering reassuring things to him.

"Do you think this would have happened if we had killed Max?" "We didn't kill him, Pete. It wasn't our fault." "But- but the building wasn't structurally sound." "Well, there was nothing we could have done about that. It's not your fault, It's not anyone's fault. It's gonna be okay."

They spent their time like that alot after the two had passed - Steph holding him, trying her best to keep it together for him, and him choking back his sobs.

Sometimes it was as if he could still hear them, or see snippets of them at school, like their spirits roamed the halls of Hatchetfield High.

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I HOPE THIS WASNT TOO DEPRESSING LMAO

I hope y'all like this!!

[bcolfanfic]

"they like me too? are you sure? is this a prank?" for the mutual crush prompts? feel free to alter it however you want too :)

going oc crazy here bc i haven’t actually written em yet and i wanna lol. so. wyatt and micah <3 young vets au wise that’s nash/helen’s son (ev’s step son) and the bucks son. rachel and i’s rule of thumb for the OC kids age gaps is “whatever serves the story” LMAO. but here wyatt is 22 and micah is 19. meadow and bry are curt/ken's twin girlies.

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meadow biddick

wyatt told me something super interesting last night (:

Micah rolled his bottom lip inwards, exhaling as he tapped his thumb against his screen. Wyatt had mentioned in passing the other day that the "New York gang" was getting together over the weekend.

Really, he should've known that would only end in someone in his business. And it should've been obvious who that someone would be, but that was here nor there.

He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and looking out the window. Wyoming was home- and didn't think he'd actually like living in a big city all that much anyways. But he'd been home from school for a few days and was already itching to look at flights, just for a weekend. Just for Wyatt.

Which was silly, really. Wyatt was probably glad to have him out of his hair, be back in New York with his family and his city friends.

They were friends- friends that did things as he'd put it trying to explain to Josie when she'd prodded. But it wasn't anything more than that, and never would be. No matter how he felt about it.

meadow biddick

but if you wanna know what you have to venmo me 3 dollars.

micah

no. just tell me.

meadow biddick

he missessss you. was talking about how how he's hoping you guys come up here for new years. i wonder why...

Locking his phone without replying to that, he forced himself out of bed and into the kitchen. Plopping down across from Josie- he didn't think he looked in any sort of mood until caught saw her squinting at him.

"Somethin' wrong?"

"You look mopey, missin' your boyfriend?" She asked with a little laugh under her breath, punctuating it with a kissy sound.

It made him itch in a way only his sister could make him itch.

"He's not my boyfriend." He said inhaling sharply, glancing back down the hallway where he'd heard at least one of their dads getting out of bed a few minutes ago.

He hadn't told his either of them about the turn of events with Wyatt over the semester, and as far as he was concerned Wyatt hadn't told his folks either. Felt more awkward than it was worth when they were just hooking up anyways.

"Hey dad, by the way I started having sex with Blakley's son. Just thought you should know."

Absolutely not.

Josie hummed, bobbing her head from side to side and finishing her bite of Cheerios before she shot back. "Maybe in that delusional little head of yo-"

Micah interrupted her with a groan, pressing the sides of his hands into his eyes and tearing them away abruptly."

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Good morning always works too y'know."

John looked like he was holding back a laugh, ruffling Micah's hair as he reached over him to grab the cereal box. "If you guys are gonna do this all break we're flipping a coin to send one of you to Wisconsin with my ma."

Josie rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed. "If Micah would stop being such a pussy about-"

"Josie STOP."

That seemed to get the message across at least, Micah figuring he looked pretty damn panicked when she mouthed "sorry" at him with what appeared to be a trace of genuine guilt in her eyes.

"New topic." John said, clearing his throat as he set his bowl on the table and sat down. "Been talking to Uncle Curt and the New York gang about comin' up for New Years. You guys interested?"

Micah watched whatever guilt he'd seen in his sister vanish in all of three seconds.

"Oh I think that'd be wonderful." She drawled, and Micah pushed his foot into her ankle under the table. His phone buzzed before he could opine himself, a new text from Meadow waiting when he turned it over from where he'd had it resting in his lap.

meadow biddick

also i was being an asshole but i did get him to say he really likes you. so do with that what you will.

micah

we grew up together, i'd hope he likes me

meadow biddick

that was very obviously not what he meant. bry asked if he had a crushhh and he got all red faced and stupid.

someday, you'll thank me

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OKAYYYYYY I am so sorry for taking so long with this but it's been a really rough week and I was busy in the weekend, so I'm pretty tired

BUT ANYWAY welcome to Ahhie's Tickle Rant Of Fridays this time in a Monday😻😻

Friday was a horrible day

Horrible and exhausting (I had a spelling bee contest, don't ask how it went)

Bc of the contest, I arrived school at 1:30pm (... Exactly the hour when we leave school), so Cloud was going for her piano and she went "YOU'RE ALIVEEE" JSNDNWJ

Then we did the usual

Went to an empty classroom :3

And I got

The BEST DAMN SOFT TICKLES OF MY LIFE

Was it enough to get me out of my lee mood? Nope, I'm gonna need rough tickles next time (I'm already out of my extremely hyper mega super soft mood, so I can go back to read rough fics and get rough tickles :3 (not so rough though, I've never liked it too rough))

I liked it? DEFINITELY YES

She tickled basically everywhere, I was DYINGGGG

She sometimes got close to my hips and I thought she was gonna tickle but didn't (I really think she forgot that spot exists- JSNMDJWND😭)

And she was like, tickling some seconds, then stopped some seconds, then tickling again, and so on

And when she stopped I tried distracting myself as usual (... Don't tell her I'm admitting this)

AND SHE STARTED TO COUNT HOW MANY TIMES I DID IT

AND SAID "when I reach 10, I'm gonna multiply that by a number you'll give me, and then idk what and smth of a chronometer"

Which in my mind was translated to "I'm gonna tickle you so bad" AND I'M HONESTLY IN

I've 7

SEVEEEENNNNNNN

Blushing at the thought of this

AND THEN SHE SAID

"I wanna see what happens when I tickle you for a longer time" UUJUUUNWMFIEJMRJUSNWJDKD come find out

Then we had to go to piano

And we got NO BREAK, so that meant no tickles (:c)

Though I did really well with the song and had fun with the piano like I hadn't had since 7, so I would say it stills kind of a win

But since we didn't got break time

The class ended 15 minutes before, so Cloud and I went to leave our pianos in the lab as usual

AND I GOT TICKLED A BIT MORE (gently again)

That's when she reached 7

And that was it for the day THANK YOU FOR COMING TO AHHIE'S WEEKLY TICKLE RANT OF FRIDAYS THIS TIME IN A MONDAY OF THIS WEEK😻

See you guys next one, which will be the last time in like 5 weeks so it's gonna be a while for us to see in this section BUT ANYWAY

Ty for coming again :3

[lesbianrobin]

In honor of 1 year of Vickie, do you have any fun headcanons about her? You're one of the few people I trust with her character. <3

hehe thank you!!

idk about Fun headcanons most of mine r kinda boring but i think that vickie has a few younger siblings and that she's a virgo. i have zero basis for either of these things they just feel right.

now for things sorta based on/inspired by canon:

vickie has So Many Clothes and a huge collection of accessories! it's almost problematic like she's terrible about splurging on clothes and sometimes she even plans her outfits and lays them out at night like a little kid before a field trip bc otherwise she spends way too long trying things on in the morning and she ends up late for school. it's not her FAULT okay she just wants to have the right outfit for her moods!! she has to suit the vibe!!

she loves movies and going to the movies regardless of what the movie is. she just really loves the experience of going to the theater and she always finds something to enjoy even in the worst movies.

i also suspect she likes to pour candy into the popcorn bucket.

i think she's liked robin for at least a few months by the time we meet her in s4 and she's like. a LITTLE bit conflicted about it bc of her boyfriend. but she doesn't feel Too bad about it and sometimes she thinks about robin when she's with dan and she's like well it's not like he knows what's in my brain!! and robin's a girl so it's not like i want to cheat on him!! and then once they break up she's like okay yeah so maybe i wanted to cheat on him. like so bad. oopsie. but he fucking sucks anyway so whatever!!!

she fully believes that she should have dumped him for his fast times opinions. like she said that to robin to try and be funny but she also truly believes that you can measure a person by things like their movie opinions and that she dropped the ball by ignoring a huge red flag.

i think she does okay in school but she's not in any of the advanced classes and she was a bit intimidated by robin when they first met because robin's in a few different APs.

she likes to paint but she's fucking terrible at it. she knows this and continues to accumulate shitty paintings anyway because it makes her happy.

i think that's all i got for now dkvjdjc thank you for asking!!

[strawberry-milkbunny]

Random Tokyo Rev thoughts featuring other shows (these r gonna be hella chaotic and I have adhd):

- HAIKYUU AND TOKYO REV R THE SAME ANIME BUT DIFF GENRES ‼️‼️‼️

- listen Baji playing volleyball/being with Karasuno…it suits him too well

- plus the Haitani brothers as the Miya twins 😳😳

- Mitsuya is literally Sugawara like come on

- idk y but I see Shion as Terushima

- Kazutora and Inui would be on Nekomata

- Senju and Takeomi r Daenerys and Viserys from Game of Thrones Oop- 🤷‍♀️

- would make it even spicier if Sanzu is Jon Snow but he’s very much Theon instead 🫣🫣

- tbh all of Brahman would suit Daenerys’ circle

- Kisaki is Littlefinger HOLY SHIT

- Shinchiro is so Robb Stark oh god

- Izana would lowkey be Margaery Tyrell

- Taiju and Hakkai r the Clegane brothers

- tbh I could also see Mikey and Senju as Jaime and Brienne like they very much have beauty and the beast vibes that if Wakui could write romance they would’ve been a good choice together (still a Sanzu and Mikey shipper LOL)

- Senju and Yuzuha as San and Ashitaka from Princess Mononoke (SOMEONE PLS DRAW THEM AS THIS 😭😭😭)

Kinda surprised there aren’t more Bnha and Tokyo Rev crossovers but here r some ideas:

- Himiko is one of my favs and she suits the TR universe wayyyy too well

- sis would totally be besties with Hanma and maybe Shion and would have a crush on Takemichy and Hina

- tbh I could see her joining Tenjiku and everyone seeing her as their little sister like imagine Mochi and Mucho doting on her

- I JUST NEED SANZU, HIMIKO AND TWICE IN THE SAME ROOM TOGETHER LIKE SJSKSK

- they would totally annoy the Haitanis, Shigaraki, Dabi and Spinner together maybe Hawks too if they’re in the right mood

- Baji and Dabi wouldn’t get along but would set cars and Endeavour toys on fire together

- None of the TR characters would ever enter UA but if they did it they (Tenjiku let’s be honest) would bully everyone ESPECIALLY ALL MIGHT

-They would totally be hero haters/menaces and everyone would be lik: “y tf r all of u here then???” and TR cast would be lik: “for future connections?? Duh”

- MITSUYA WOULD BE IN SUPPORT CLASS AND IN PAIN ROASTING EVERYONES UGLY ASS COSTUMES (✨Todoroki✨) ESPECIALLY BEST JEANIST LIK HE DEF HAS A SPECIAL HATRED FOR HIM

- Izana and Mikey in Gen Ed beating the shit out of everyone during the Sports Festival and laughing about it 😭😭

- Izana hanging out with Hawks simply bc Izana could instantly see thru his persona and Hawks genuinely being afraid of him but still wanting to hang out bc he feels like he could actually be himself for once

- Senju would be in the Hero course bc she actually wants to help, Ran would be in the Hero Course just for the fame and money. He would say it out loud too mans is shameless.

- Ironically enough: Ran would be the one to defeat Stain by throwing a BRICK at him while Rindou breaks his legs in the background LMAOOO

- Ran, Mt Lady and Midnight in the same room….that’s it.

- Rindou would be cool with Jirou, Denki and Shinso. OMG HE WOULD SO BE AN ERASERHEAD STAN TOO SJKSKSKKS

- tbh all of Bonten would totally be the MLA (or investors) and would just be staring tiredly at the League of Villains as they take over their army

- u cannot tell me Skeptic, Koko, and Re Destro wouldn’t get along (capitalists unite 😤😤)

- on the other hand I love the idea of Mikey being quirkless but still being the strongest person in the room like Mikey would totally body Re Destro and Geten for being annoying/quirkist

- Izuku would 100% be in Toman

- Draken and Mikey r Honey and Mori from Ouran High School Host Club

- Izana and Kakucho r Aki and Angel from Chainsaw Man ‼️‼️

- definition of out of touch, out of time energy (I cannot see snowball fights the same bc of these characters smhhhh)

- Bonten in a Chainsaw Man AU ✨chefs kiss✨ it’s fits the vibe and they already wear suits LOL

- OG Black Dragons would be the Cowboy Bebop crew idk everyone in that group lowkey has the same energy/nihilistic vibes as the Bebop crew (again someone pls draw this I’m not talented enough-)

- Shin is Spike, Faye is Takeomi, Benkei is Jett and Waka is Ed LOLLL

- Revy from Black Lagoon would BODY everyone in Bonten no ifs and/or buts (let’s not even start w/Roberta)

- Revy and Takeomi would have a one night stand and regret it instantly but still contact each other whenever they’re in the same area for drinks

- Balalaika would laugh at Bonten and bully Mikey (she would still lowkey respect him bc he built himself up but bully him bc he has depression and Mikey won’t do anything bc he’s lowkey afraid of her LOL 💀💀)

- Izana and Mikey r Sesshomaru and Inuyasha prove me wrong 😤😤😤

- Akatsuki would TERRORIZE Bonten simply bc their an anti-violence organization and they’re petty like that

- But Itachi and Mikey would get along purely bc Itachi looks like Shin and Mikey reminds Itachi of Sasuke (especially w/black hair). Idk I imagine Bonten!Mikey kidnapping Itachi bc he’s part of Akatsuki and looks like Shin but instead of fighting Itachi chooses to take over Bonten…..by being a good older brother to everyone. And the fic ends with Akatsuki and Bonten just fighting over Itachi LMAO

- Kakashi, Shisui and Wakasa would be friends like Wakasa would 100% be in Anbu

- Killer Bee, Benkei and South would be friends. Like Bee and South having sing offs in the middle of fights LOL

- Ino would force Draken, Mitsuya and Chifuyu to be her friends

- Sasuke would join Bonten for revenge and hate everyone except Kakucho and Mochi. This man will 100% leave once he’s reached his goal

- Someone pls write a fanfic w/Bonten entering Squid Game. Like Koko entering Bonten in Squid Game for money or Sanzu doing it for fun bc he didn’t think it was serious

- I’VE BEEN IMAGINING THE MARBLE GAME WITH RAN AND RINDOU THO AND AHHHHHHH PAIN LIK THAT KEEPS ME UP AT NIGHT

- As much as I want this crossover: Realistically everyone in Assassination Classroom would HATE EVERYONE in TR. All the TR characters would just see AC cast as privileged rich kids and AC would see them as morons.

- Like Toman would DESPISE Karma Akabane (he’s my fav). I can’t even see any of the other gangs liking any of the AC cast past trying to recruit them

- MAYBE Kakucho, Rindou and Mitsuya would suit Class 3E but other than that….yeah no. I could see them getting along w/ Chiba, Kanzaki and Isogai tho simply bc they’re chill and play video games

- Koko would have an INTENSE crush on Yumeko Jabami from Kakeguri