#she was just an addict and that shouldn't put people off.

[diapause]

obviously I logically understand why but I hate when homeless people asking for money have to lie about xyz illnesses, cancers etc that they have.

like ma'am I can tell you are an addict and I am still okay to give you some change because everyone has to eat to live. and if you spend that on something else that is your decision not mine. withdrawal can kill people too obviously and these are people that obviously are unable to access services to detox safely so like ... what is the issue.

why does this woman have to tell some extreme exaggerated story about having 4 types of stage 4 cancer and 2 past heart attacks and paraplegia (whilst walking) just to get a stranger to hand her £6 from his pocket ???

[gremlingottoosilly]

Cannot stop thinking about burglar!reader accidentally going into the wrong cabin/house in a small town she’s passing though and stumbling across Königs place and being caught. Of course he won’t call the police maus, why would he want to get his new little maid into trouble

(Couldn't decide if I wanted to go with a slasher!Konig and something like "Don't breathe", so take this weird mix) Konig might be a early retired colonel, who only goes on very high-paying missions and mostly goes around shooting bears for sport, but he is not going to pass on the opportunity to snag a pretty little thing just because she is desperately trying to escape his house. Now, a pretty girl like you shouldn't go around stealing things from small houses in the tiny Austrian village he bought property in. Didn't you know it's mostly old people here? Occasional tourists and hotels, sure, but it's still a pretty shitty thing to do. Deserves a few dozens smack on your pretty perky butt that hangs from the inner part of the window, stuck under the opening part. He was never more excited to train a pretty thing into a good, honest member of society. He asks what you were even trying to steal from him. You whimper, your voice strained from all the crying and moaning him and his relentless edging put you through. It was an obvious mistake at your part - you wanted to barge into the line of recently bought Airbnb units, to cash on some drunk tourists's belongings - but you got too greedy, deciding to rob the biggest house on the street. You thought Konig wasn't inside - you thought the place was abandoned, just like all the years ago. Oh, but Konig is going to enjoy being inside of you. He just took a major payout for the recent mission, and isn't going back in the field for a good few months. Perfect timing. Oh, you're saying that he is a deranged psycho who won't get away with keeping you inside, tucked and fucked away? He would be more than happy to just sell your ass to the police. Maybe, the prison would be softer on you than he is. If you're willing to take this chance, he could send you off...but at this point, you're kinda too addicted to the feeling of his embrace to even consider it. Besides, it's all bluff anyway. He won't let go of his pretty wife so easily, you cook too good.

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x Cunningham! Reader, what if Reader is Chrissy's stepsister or smth like that, and she fell for Eddie, Chrissy's friend, but she thinks Chrissy likes Eddie, so she's always kinda mad at Chrissy and Eddie, and Eddie notices it, and talks with reader and she confesses and he tells her that Chrissy has been giving him some tips to make Reader fall in love with him?

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Wrong Cunningham

Y/N Cunningham was not the preppy cheerleader type like her stepsister was. She enjoyed books, video games, and being in her circle of friends. Y/N met many people because of Chrissy's popularity, which she never cared about. But then Chrissy brought home the most gorgeous boy she had ever seen.

His name was Eddie Munson. He had dark curly long hair, big brown eyes, and pink lips. Y/N never felt a crush this intense before, but the second she saw Eddie she couldn't forget about him. She thought about him all the time.

Eddie came over more and more. He even began to have dinner at the house. Y/N got lost in everything he said. Even when he didn't talk, her eyes were still on him. She'd blush and look away when he looked back at her.

But her big crush meant a huge amount of envy towards Chrissy. Chrissy already had a boyfriend, popular, and treated her like a queen. Now she had the attention of Eddie all over her. It was wrong for Chrissy to lead Eddie in the way she was. Which caused Y/N to be even more annoyed with Chrissy.

~~~~

Y/N sang to herself as she dusted her picture frames. She was in her own little world she didn't know Eddie was leaning against her door frame with a smile.

"You have a beautiful voice."

Y/N jumped and turned. She was shocked to see Eddie walking into her room. She felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Oh! I didn't know you were here." Y/N said she put down her duster.

"Couldn't pass up your mom's meatloaf." Eddie joked, and Y/N laughed and agreed.

"Do you sing just for fun or perform?" Eddie asked

"Oh god no. I could never sing in front of anyone." Y/N said

"I always thought the same thing but now I'm in a band and perform every Friday, at the hideout, at eight," Eddie said, Y/N felt nervous as he moved closer.

"Is that an invitation?" Y/N asked, she hoped it was.

"If you want it to be." Eddie smiled, now steps closer. He was so close she could smell his addicting cologne.

If she wanted it to be? Of course, she did. But did he want her to?

"EDDIE, where are you?" Chrissy said as she walked up the stairs. Hearing her voice, Y/N stepped away from Eddie and went back to cleaning.

Eddie deflated as she moved away and turned her attention elsewhere.

"Looks like that is your cue," Y/N snapped

Chrissy walked in, "Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt." Chrissy winked at Eddie.

"Sure you didn't," Y/N said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. Eddie and Chrissy shared a look as Y/N brushed past them to leave the room.

~

Dinner was awkward and tense. Chrissy kept drifting her eyes between Y/N and Eddie. Eddie kept his eyes on Y/N as he tried to figure out what changed. And Y/N kept her eyes down.

Chrissy vowed to get to the end of it.

~~~

Eddie shook off his nerves and walked to Y/N as she closed her locker. After the dinner, a few days ago, things were still tense. But Eddie wanted to try again with Y/N.

"Hey, Y/N"

"Hi Eddie," Y/N smiled

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to the hideout tonight?" Eddie tried to smile confidently, but he was nervous.

"With you?" Y/N felt excited but she felt like she shouldn't be. Chrissy liked him and he liked her.

"Well no," Y/N sighed but Eddie continued, "I will already be there to set up for my performance. But I want you to meet me there."

Y/N felt her excitement building again.

"Yeah, that sounds cool." Y/N smiled a small heat of blush on her cheeks.

"Sweet! And Chrissy is welcome to tag along. You know so you don't have to show up alone at a new place." Eddie explained. He thought he sounded caring, but Y/N took it a different way.

"Oh right, Chrissy. I'll let her know." Y/N smiled before she walked off.

~

Y/N sighed as she got home. After Eddie's not subtle way of asking Chrissy to be there, Y/N didn't feel like going. She told Chrissy that Eddie wanted her to attend tonight's show.

"Are you going?" Chrissy asked, she was confused why Eddie would ask Chrissy to go, but not Y/N.

"No, I don't feel well so I'm going to sleep, plus he asked for you." Y/N sighed as she walked to her room.

~

Chrissy arrived at the show as Eddie took the stage.

Eddie began to play but his eyes moved around the room. He caught Chrissy's eyes and smiled. But he felt disappointed when he didn't see Y/N anywhere.

When the show ended, Eddie came off the stage sweaty and irritated.

"Where is she?" Eddie asked he was slightly annoyed. Why was Y/N dodging him?

"How did you ask her? Because she thinks you asked for me to be here."

"I asked her and she said yes! Then I didn't want her to feel anxious so I said you could tag along." Eddie explained.

"Eddie! You idiot." Chrissy spazzed, her right hand smacking Eddie's arm.

"What did I do?"

"That wasn't the plan. If you want a date, it needs to be just the two of you. If you add anyone else, it immediately tells the girl it's not a date. Which means you aren't interested." Chrissy explained.

"I'll go talk to her," Eddie said as he raced out of the bar.

~

Eddie knocked on Y/N's bedroom door, his hands in his pockets as he waited.

"Eddie?"

"Can we talk?"

Y/N moved aside and let Eddie walk into her room.

"What did I do wrong? Why do you seem to hate having me around?" Eddie asked

"I don't Eddie," Y/N sighed, "I like having you around, it's just complicated." She sat on her bed and looked down at her nails.

"Then explain it," Eddie said, sitting next to her.

"I sorta have feelings for you and knowing you and Chrissy like each other is really hard for me," Y/N said, she looked at Eddie and back to her nails.

"Woah, Chrissy and I do not like each other." Eddie laughed.

"It's not funny," Y/N snapped, and Eddie stooped laughing.

"You're right. It's not funny. But Chrissy and I do not like each other, I swear." Eddie explained. "I like you and Chrissy has been trying to help me."

"Why would you need help?" Y/N asked, her heart racing at his confession.

"I had no idea how to even talk to you. You make me nervous, my tongue goes numb, my heart beats out of my chest, and I wanted to ask you out but I knew I couldn't do it alone."

Y/N felt herself smiling, that was the cutest thing she had ever heard. She couldn't believe she made him nervous. She couldn't believe he liked her back.

"I believe you can do it on your own, try it," Y/N said, she turned her body to face his and laced their hands together.

"Right now?" Eddie choked out

She nodded and squeezed his hand with a smile on her face.

"Can I take you on a date? Tomorrow night at the hideout, just us." Eddie asked, he nervously squeezed her hand back.

"You absolutely can." Y/N laughed

"Fuck yeah," Eddie cheered to himself

"Fuck yeah," Y/N laughed.

Seems like Y/N owed Chrissy an apology. But right now, her focus was on Eddie.

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[igotanidea]

A pattern : Jason Todd x reader

(Part 1 of How to be a good boyfriend series)

Every word he said to her was a lie...

Or at least that was how he felt.

I'll keep you safe  - when he couldn't even keep her safe from himself. 

You're safe with me - when even as much as her leaving home meant being put on the spotlight. 

I love you - well that was true, but in his love he was so selfish it almost felt like a lie.

Selfish.

That was what he was.

Kissing her with a promise if tomorrow that could never come.

Holding and touching her, knowing he was going to leave her alone for the night. Again and again. Over and over.

Looking at her like she was his sun, moon and stars, even though that excessive attention was putting her in danger from all his enemies, real and potential.

So selfish. 

And yet he could not stop.

Not when she was making him feel the warmth inside. The sense of belonging. 

Not with the way she was bringing something long forgotten in him - happiness.

Then why did It feel like he was using her. Why did it feel like every time she laid her head on his shoulder or chest he was rather taking that warmth and serenity than giving it. Why did if feel like he was nothing more than a little kid, missing the embrace and promise of love and safety then providing it.

He shouldn't be a kid in this relationship. 

"Hey, what's bothering you?" Y/N asked softly, raising eyes onto him, reading his face, searching for the reason for the sudden tension she felt coming from him. 

"Nothing." he muttered. "I'm fine."

"Come on, Jay. Don't act like that."

"Like what?!" He bursted, suddenly getting a heavy wave of self-doubts. Even his Y/N was seeing that he was acting like a child. And this was clearly not what she needed. And now that she knew she was going to leave him alone. Break up with him. Break the heart that slowly started to open up and heal while being with her and--

"Hey. Hey, look at me!" She cried out desperately as he tried to (literally) push her away. Her hands found a way to his cheeks forcing his eyes on hers once more "Stop it. Don't cut me off. Talk to me."

"I don't know how to be a good boyfriend to you." he confessed looking down, unable to see the inevitable mockery that was going to reflect in her eyes. 

"How to--. Wait, what? Jason? Who put that thought in your head?"

"No one. I can tell by myself that I am not what you need."

"Jason--"

"No. Let me finish. I do want to be what you deserve. And that's why I asked Dick-"

"Dick? Oh my god, please don't tell me you asked the greatest playboy heartbreaker for advice in a relationship..." 

"Well, he's got some good tips on that-" Jason mumbled, though admitting that his older brother might have been right about something was at least painful. 

"No." Y/N shook her head, squeezing his hand "No. Jason. Forget them."

"But-"

"Hush. You listen to me now. Although Dick experience in the matter of relationships is undeniable - I don;t think you should take him as a role model."

"Then who, Y/N?! WHO!?" He yelled and regretted it a second later "I'm sorry-- I didn't mean too. It's just--" 

"Look, sweetheart. Lesson one, if you want it, is that there's no pattern when it comes to two people building something together. No one will tell you that when you do things a certain way it will work out. There is no magical number of things a girl and a boy have to do together to make sure they will be happy."

"There isn't?" Jason's face dropped at the sudden realisation. "But-- But then how am I supposed to make sure you are happy with me? How can I ensure that-"

"Jason."

"I really want to --"

"Hey. Stop it!" she chuckled leaning to kiss his forehead "We learn together. That's how."

"But-"

"Stop doubting yourself, okay? I am happy with you, mostly because I get to discover things I never did. Because you like them. Damn, do you think, I would even know I enjoy bike rides, if it wasn’t for you? Or would I know that I actually got the romantic part in me, if not for your Jane Austen addiction?"

"Um--" Jason blushed a little and it was so cute it made her laugh and peck his lips softly,  "Hey... what was that for?" He asked, getting even more flustered. 

"Consider it a gold star for memorising lesson one." she smiled.

"That every story is unique?" He tried to make sure.

"Yes. So let's make sure you don't ruin it with unnecessary silly thoughts, ok?"

He nodded. 

"Then I got one important question to ask...." she took a deep breath - "Jason Peter Todd... will you learn how to be in a relationship with me?"

"I will. And I hereby swear to not listen to Internet couches and tiktok charlatans."

"Finally, you're getting some common sense back..." she chuckled, knowing well enough that his words, even if a little teasing, were a sign that he trusted her. Both with learning, but most importantly - with his heart. And with that knowledge she pledged to keep that part of him safe.

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

So basically the entire character list of The ballad of songbirds and snakes is the exes from hell

1. Coriolanus Snow

-Mansplain Manipulate Manwhore

-Great hair and fashion sense

-Love bombs you

-Old money

-His (grand)mom hates you because her son can do no wrong so clearly you're the problem

-His favourite hobby is emotional and mental abuse

-Snitches on you when cheating at family board game night (he's deflecting that he's also cheating)

-Emotionally stagnant (narcissist with mommy and daddy issues)

2. Sejanus Plinth

-Loves you to bits, so does his mom (your waistline will never truly recover)

-Indecisive about where to grab dinner always

-New money and it shows in his insecurity

-Supportive asf

-Breaks up with you because he can't be with a non pacifist/vegan

-Daddy issues

-Condemns Shein hauls

-Identity crisis every other week, you'll have to talk him out of a buzz cut, jumping off the ledge or giving all his money to scammers (if you collect all the stamps you'll get a financial compensation from his dad on the wedding day)

3. Lucy Gray Baird

-Her Ex is a dick, will stalk and harass you

-Her family is a bunch of hippies, will make you eat with your hands, on the floor, while singing Kumbaya

-Sings you to sleep, braids your hair

-Almost poisoned you thrice cause she doesn't understand you shouldn't mix cleaning products together

-Old soul

-Thrifts, recycles

-Puts salt in your coffee after arguments

-Ghosts you after your make or break argument

4. Casca Highbottom

-Never asks about your day, his is always worse

-Drug addict in denial

-Weird beef with his old classmate's son (he never lets anything go)

-Dislikes people, which would be fine if you weren't included

-Always on some sardonic shit, probably a business major with a psych minor

-His pills take all the space in the shared bathroom, your makeup will be shoved in the far lowest drawer next to the TP

-His ancient ass coworkers hit on you at symposiums, he's too high off bathroom cocaine to stop them (or gets off, either way you're tired and want home)

5. Dr Gaul

-Devil Incarnate

-You somehow rizzed her up at a function and she's been showing up at your house ever since (you don't how but she has both the address and a key)

-Petting zoo type of owner

-She always smells like chemicals and latex

-Asks you unhinged "Would you rather" questions and refuses to drop it (makes your Would you love me if i were a worm ex cute by a long shot)

-Will perform experiments on you without your knowledge or consent

-Insists her pet snake shares your bed

-Freak in the streets and the sheets (the restraining order won't even go through cause she's in cahoots with half the Government)

-Definitely wanted for war crimes somewhere, the G in Geneva convention stands for Gaul

6. Lucky Flickerman

-A clown.

-His hair and skincare products take over the entire bathroom/vanity

-He can't dress to save his life, but he sure thinks he can

-Golden retriever boyfriend energy

-Steals your concealer, refuses to admit it

-Would you like to see a magic trick? What do you mean this is a serious fight, there's a quarter up your nose

-Impulsive buyer, has 13 snow globes of panem because they were on sale and looked shiny

-Even his pet thinks he's a dumbass

-Cries during movies

7. Tigris

-Yes she do the cooking, yes she do the cleaning

-Insecure about her appearance (critical, will cost you)

-Her family is a bunch of snobs

-Anything she touches turns into gold

-Her cousin can do no wrong, you have to accommodate everything for him or she'll die (and he never even visits, "just in case")

-Her grandmother is a package deal, I hope you like boomer propaganda and info commercials early on Sunday morning

-Empathetic asf

-Puts everyone's needs above hers (and unfortunately yours)

[astvrook]

洪水 | YANDERE THEMES | NI-KI.

"of course I've missed you, mum." you mumble, with the fluency of an actor. you'd even consider auditioning for a theatre major if you weren't so busy sorting out your new flat, instead of focusing on your college plans.

at home, your parents seem to have been struggling. growing up, you sometimes heard them talk about love and promise to be faithful to each other, but to you, love shouldn't be demonstrated through weekly fights that often lead to breakups or the threat of divorce, which puts everyone in the family's mental health at risk.

the only positive connection you had with your sister, but that complicity faded as you got older, as she fell into adolescence and became addicted to partying, clothes shopping and chatting with friends. meanwhile, you've moved to a new city to live on your own and continue your college studies in a new environment after applying for a transfer.

your main goal and dream is to maintain excellent grades, so you won't be forced by your parents to move back. and sure, you don't miss much about your old town. In fact, you had some friends there that you left behind, good friends who may now think you're selfish for not even saying goodbye to them, among them ni-ki.

nishimura riki, a year younger than you, came into your life thanks to his relationship with your younger sister, which began three years ago. with his sharp tongue and quick temper, he was a sweet boy who somehow impressed you and stood out among the others. over time, you became close to each other as you discovered that you shared common tastes, had a similar sense of humour and seemed to complement each other. and yet, you eventually had to walk away from him, not because of the implications of a stronger-than-usual relationship, but because of what that closeness stirred up inside of you.

more precisely, things changed between of you that night you went out to celebrate his coming of age and he tried to kiss you. while he quickly apologised for his thoughtless act and reiterated his interest in your sister, it was clear in his eyes and shyness that his feelings were not as clear as he had intended. you silently wondered why he didn't acknowledge his interest in you. and as much as you hated the situation, the suspicion that he might have been in love with you warmed your heart a little, although you felt pity for waiting for someone who wouldn't fight for you.

so you decided to move away to protect your emotional peace from people who could complicate your life.

determined not to fall in love just for the sake of appearances, a few weeks after moving to the new city, you ventured out. you felt it was the right time to have new experiences at your age, so you set up dates with people you met online and sometimes arranged them when you had time off from your university studies. you made it clear that you weren't looking for a relationship at the time, and although you felt like you were being watched in these situations, as if there was something wrong or someone judging you, you tried to convince yourself that it was just delusional paranoia.

"i'll call back later, need to hang up," you stated hurriedly, trying to say you were busy without wanting to sound rude, especially since the caller was your mum.

and, as you grab the doorknob to enter your apartment, you get the unpleasant feeling that it's damp. "yuck" you think, but you quickly head to the kitchen to start organising what you've just shopped for.

"maybe you will, or maybe you won't. i do. i know you well, (y/n)," says your mum. "and before I forget, just wanted to tell you that (your sister's name) wanted to talk to you this morning. she seems to need help with her birthday arrangements."

you scowl as you notice that the air-conditioner is not on and respond: "i'll take care of it, but it's got to be her who calls me, mom, she's got a mobile phone after all."

"she claimed to have called you, but there was no response to her messages," insists your mother.

"that's not possible…" you start to argue, but as you check your phone on the dresser to scroll through the notification bar, you notice your sister's missed messages and calls from a few days ago. "ouh…"

you notice that you've been carrying your phone with you less often lately, and you face reality and admit that you only carry it when you have an important date, and also when you want to get away from something or someone, and you realise this when you see ni-ki's messages.

"she's your sister, (y/n), you shouldn't ignore her. I don't know what happened between the two of you or what's going on, but you'll have to work it out. just remember that you're older and you shouldn't act like a spoilt girl."

the term "spoilt girl" was familiar to you, as your father used to call them that when they fought over a toy. It's so ironic.

"well… au revoir, mum," you said before hanging up.

although your mum was right that you should work on rebuilding your relationship with your sister, you were reluctant to do so in a short phone conversation of twenty minutes or fewer. plus, you're not yet ready to admit the real reason why you "broke" up with her: your mistake of falling in love with her boyfriend. so, for now, you prefer to wait for your guilt to subside before facing his advice, while you go to organise the products in the fridge.

about sixty minutes later, when you hear a notification on your mobile phone, your body goes into alert mode because it might be the girl you went out with yesterday, minji (she, with her black hair flowing gracefully down her back and a face that could touch the gods themselves, gave you a great time strolling along the seashore) and without wanting to admit it, your impatience overwhelms you, as if you were a schoolgirl eagerly awaiting another text message from her, or yearning for some sign that you're not so boring (again) that she doesn't want to go out on a second date with you.

by contrast, when you switch on your mobile phone and see a new message from ni-ki, feel like time has stopped, leaving you unable to move. although a wave of emotions overcomes the panic in your heart, your mind urges you to take a deep breath and count to a hundred. and the idea of staying calm is a distant option at the moment.

one side of your mouth is crooked, you realise, and in your mind you criticise him, silently pleading that it's not the end. but you soon realise that you look pathetic because you can't even reply to one of his messages.

so you decide to ignore him again.

(...)

just after midnight, ni-ki entered the apartment, moving cautiously as if he was afraid of waking up his girlfriend in their shared apartment, an idea that proved true for him, at least in his mental world. he moved slowly through the environment, stopping at the end to stare at the door with relief when he realised how easy it was to get in, and felt a brief moment of triumph as he savoured the sensation, which quickly gave way to the reality of being in your space.

"finally..." ni-ki spun around, letting any trace of manners fade away, rivalled only by the sound of his slippers on the floor and by the beating of his heart.

before he enters your room, he releases the handle to lift his feet, removes his slippers and places them next to the wall in a gesture that others don't consider necessary but you appreciate as a sign of good manners. and he congratulates himself because he has eliminated from his behaviour what he knows bothers you: eating with his mouth open, using the phone while eating, talking too loudly in important situations, etc. all to please you.

sure, most people fear death, but for ni-ki, the biggest fear is not being loved. ever since he saw a picture of you on your sister's phone, he has been trying to be the perfect boy. he has adopted your favourite colour, your culinary tastes, and even your film preferences. needless to say, he studied how to behave with you, wondering if one day your eyes would fall on him or you would miraculously wake up feeling perfect and wishing he were by your side forever.

your sister may have been nice at first, which ni-ki liked. however, he started the relationship mainly to fit in with his friends and to avoid being teased for being single. you and she inherited your mother's hair colour, share the same eye colour and have a strikingly similar appearance. despite this, (your sister's name) failed to awaken ni-ki's desire to dominate her, and as the days passed, her desire to end the relationship grew.

he chooses not to wait for you to wake up to speak, instead reaching into the collar of his shirt to lift the fabric over his head, and makes room for his torso to be caressed by the coolness of the room, settling with his knees on the mattress on either side of your hips.

you almost always sleep on your stomach, giving him a free hand to climb up and kiss you on your upper back.

a faint humming sound from your mouth interrupts the silence of the night.

"shh… just go back to sleep in peace."

ni-ki notices your limbs relaxing and your lips quivering, and stops abruptly. he places his hand on the side of your face, asking for support and confessing, "when i heard you left, i almost lost my mind, can you imagine? can you imagine? without you, i'm nothing."

his throat is dry and muscles are tense, as he brace for what's to come…. something bad. although ni-ki had promised to give you time to fall in love with him, promises often remain unfulfilled. and tonight, that promise will cost you dearly.

"how naïve, noona. always so selfish to bring everything of yours and not come back." ni-ki continues to speak, barely able to moving his body away from yours, his nose buried in your hair and feeling dizzy from the fragrance. "but forgetting the most important thing: of me."

LISTA MAESTRA DE ENHYPEN

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Stardew valley bachelors (and krobus and the wizard) witnessing the farmer chug multiple jars of mayonnaise. Just really slinging it back.

Okay ngl I never did this till right now and I got everybody's reactions so this is based on the responses my farmer got after doing this

Spoilers: they've all known my farmer for about 7 years so it's nothing too shocking to them,,,but it's still highly questionable lmao

.....

Shane

"Umm..."

For years, him and Pam were beer addicts...and now comes along you, the new farmer who's a very...different kind of addict.

An addict to mayonnaise, that is.

For years, people have been judging him for his habit, so it seems fair that he should be allowed to judge you 100% for having the weirdest fucking habit in the valley.

He started opening up to you (in his 2 heart event) and you're just sitting next to him, drinking mayonnaise to wash out the beer he offered you.

Only after you two get closer does he decide "well shit, they're weird..but they're also one of the few who care about me,,,"

And he eventually lets go of it altogether.

But he'll still tease you about your mayo addiction from time to time.

"What're you gonna put in the potluck this year? Gold star mayo? Or did you already eat it on the way here?"

"Oh shut up."

"Heh heh."

Sam

"Gross!"

Considering it's one of his hated gifts, this shouldn't come as a surprise to you.

But the way you've absolutely freaked him out by drinking it in front of him (and subsequently making him miss his kickflip) was hilarious.

"That's what you get for skating on other people's property." You shook your head, smirking as you bring out another jar. "You think Jodi needs some for later? Or should I just drink it in front of her, too?"

"NO! Stop. Please don't do that." Sam hisses. "One, she might uninvite you from future family dinners. And two, she'll think it's one of those weird trends and blame me for it!"

"A trend..hm? Doesn't sound like a bad idea. This town could use one more tradition." You laugh, consuming the jar and not missing the look of horror on his face.

"A-And I thought Abigail eating rocks was nuts...you two would be great friends.."

Harvey

"Umm..."

While he's well aware of the many health benefits to mayonnaise, he wonders if you know that they're best as a condiment....not a beverage you can just sling back.

"But you told me to lay off the Joja Colas, doctor," you pointed out to him. "You're telling me those are a healthier alternative to this?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying at all." He huffs. "It's just..erm..I've never met someone who enjoyed mayonnaise by itself..it sounds-"

"Disgusting?"

"N-No! I didn't mean it like-"

"I'm kidding, Harvey." You laugh a little, amused by his nervousness. "You know any side effects to drinking large quantities of mayo?"

"..none in particular, but that doesn't mean you should-"

"Then if I start feeling anything different, I'll let you know. Thank you." With a wink, you pull out some dinosaur mayo and drink it on your way out of the clinic...with poor Harvey wondering wtf that was.

Regular mayo was fine, but that green icky-looking mayo...had him gravely concerned over what you were doing to your body.

Elliot

"Why?!"

You thought you were being subtle, drinking a little bit of mayo while hanging out at his beachside cabin.

But nope.

You've absolutely horrified this man. Traumatized, even.

It's almost as bad as the time you left a super cucumber on his doorstep, and the next day he sent you a letter demanding to know who made you play this "cruel prank" on him.

In reality, you thought it'd be a nice gift and he'd make something poetic out of a rare sea creature you fished up.

Apparently not and that's when you quickly learned it's a hated one.

"Oh don't be so dramatic," you shake your head. "It's easier to carry than some full course meal."

"But you could have any other food....why that?" Elliot asks, now genuinely curious about what goes on in your mind to think mayo is a suitable choice in food.

You have no explanation though other than "it's most convenient for me and I like the taste".

So he leaves it alone but....maybe it's better not to drink it around him without warning (or drink it when he's buzzed and he may not remember you doing that).

Sebastian

"Umm..."

And here he was, on Ginger Island, hoping to get a brief vacation away from the valley and all its weirdness.

Yet you came along to visit and check on your beach farmhouse--bringing tons of mayo jars with you.

You got thirsty while talking to Seb in the hot sun, and instinctively began chugging the first thing you opened out of your bag.

You don't even realize what you've done until he gives you the strangest look ever.

"Have you always liked drinking mayo...like that?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Um..not since moving into the valley and learning how to make it." You shrugged, smiling sheepishly as you brought out another jar. This time a green color.

"What's that one?"

"Oh! Dinosaur mayo. It's a lot thicker and kinda tastes like a kale drink-"

"I'm sorry, there's dinosaurs in the mines?"

Alex

"Umm..."

"What?" You shoot him a defensive look, cradling the half-empty jar like it's your baby. "You've eaten every raw egg I give you, and I never judge."

"But..that's a little different, isn't it?" He chuckles nervously. "Eggs are great for protein! Drinking straight mayo is...erm....are there any benefits..?"

"It's easy to make with all the eggs in my coop, and um..it keeps my energy up so I don't pass out."

It's an awkward explanation, considering you simply drink mayonnaise for the hell of it and didn't think too much about the "health benefits".

But Alex completely agrees with you, not making any further comments on it in the future.

Although how he's eaten dozen of raw eggs without getting some kind of salmonella poisoning is beyond both him and you.

Perhaps you're both a little bit strange, but he eventually came to accept that about himself.

Wizard

"Umm..."

From the moment you met him and obtained forest magic, Rasmodius knew there was something peculiar about you.

From gleefully retrieving ectoplasm and prismatic jelly for his studies to assisting him in getting the dark talisman back from his ex-wife's home, he's come to trust you as a potential apprentice.

So to drink mayonnaise while looking through his catalogue of expensive magical architecture had him....a bit confused.

"What?" You look at the man standing by the bubbling green pot, his eyebrow raised in question. "C'mon, surely this can't be the strangest thing you've seen."

"No, whatever keeps your spirit and energy nourished is fine and all. But..mayonnaise seems most unconventional. That's all I'm saying. Now I must focus.."

And that's all he says about the matter, not really caring too much.

You're grateful he didn't overreact.

Krobus

"........"

"You're not gonna say anything?"

"About what?"

"About..y'know..me drinking mayonnaise?"

"Why would I? You gift me void mayonnaise. I eat it and use it as a moisturizer all the time!"

Finally, somebody who finds your habit relatively normal---but the only downside is that somebody isn't human.

Makes you often question if you're really human yourself.

It never bothers Krobus whenever you need to sling back a jar of mayonnaise and pull out another one when you return from the mutant bug lair or hike through Cindersap Forest to reach the sewers.

He thinks it's just a normal thing humans do, but when you mention how it's very much not normal in your "culture"..he thinks THEY are weird for not accepting your tastes.

Welp, at least he supports your weird yet harmless habit.

You did try void mayo once and nearly keeled over, so you stick to regular/duck/dino mayo from thereon.

[alornights]

⟢ airheads

➜ in which ! stan is head over heels in love with the bimbo girl.

🌷 ﹫stan marsh.

✩ 🦩 warnings﹗suggestive.

🍧 ⟡ notes — me core somehow.

bro i got so carried away with this its so long, i love this sm.

masterlist [ check mlist for details ! ] — previous | next

"Who's that?" Stan murmured nodding his head over to a girl who walked through the cafeteria doors dressed in all pink, looking like a lost deer.

Kenny giggled leaning his chin on his head, "The new love of my life, she's new to town. Dumb and pretty I heard."

"You shouldn't degrade people like that..." Kyle murmured taking a sip of his drink, watching her walk around.

"Totally would bang," Cartman yelled with a grin.

"Like she would ever go for you."

"AY- I HEARD THAT-"

Stan tuned them watching you look around, scratching your hair with some pretty long nails. He sighed standing up, walking over to you, "Do you need help?"

You turned around with a big smile but Stan couldn't help but look down at your chest. "Oh, I just don't know where to sit. Why don't you sit with me!"

"What."

he doesn't understand it. he just can't wrap his head around why he liked you so much.

it wasn't even because of your looks, something about you just scratched his brain the right way.

the way you talk, the way you moved, the way you do anything is just so addictive to him. even you just writing something makes his head spin because it's you.

anytime you talk to him he just blacks out, to be honest, just being around you makes him so dizzy.

the way you pout when you get a question wrong in class has him gripping the table trying not to react to how adorable it was.

"I don't understand." He groaned laying on the concrete ground. "I can't fucking get her out of my mind. It's like she injected me."

"Whipped." Kenny teased passing the ball to Kyle.

"Shut up."

"Probably because you dated Wendy for so long that you're so used to serious mature people," Kyle concluded with a smirk shooting his basketball. "She's dumb, she's energetic, she's cool, she's hot. You like those stuff but you put them aside for Wendy."

"...God I hate it when your smart and right."

"It's part of my charm."

by this point it's mental. there's not a single second where you're not in his brain, even little things get him thinkin' bout you.

would help you in classes he's good at and no matter how much you don't understand it he'll help you get through it.

he thinks you two are a match made in heaven. the emo kid dating the popular bimbo girl? WHERE COULD IT GO WRONG-

loses his mind when he sees you biting the end of your pencil with narrowed eyes trying to understand the material.

gets very flustered when you actually flirt back with him when he accidentally called you gods best creation.

"God's best creation?" You teased leaning over the desk where you two sat and Stan tried his hardest not to look at your rather revealed chest. "Why that means we may be a match made in heaven."

"What."

You giggled taking your hand in his. "You're so cute, Stan."

"What."

he got a bit better but not really.

kenny got hella mad when you started being stan's new passenger princess. instead of all his shit in the glove compartment, he finds a bunch of makeup, candy (not that he doesn't mind), hair ties, and some other shit.

would drive you anywhere you wanted. just ask him and he wills, it doesn't matter what he's doing he'll drop everything for you.

loves listening to you ramble about those reality tv shows or all the twitter drama going on, while very confused, he still loves it.

somehow gets you into rock. he doesn't know how.

bro if you two got to the point of kissing, he's obsessed with your lipstick smudging his lips, it's his fav thing ever.

extra points if you kiss him on his neck and shoulder, HE WILL NOT WIPE THAT SHIT OFF.

if tegrady farms is still around and making money will probably use that money to go shopping with you.

"Are you sure?" You questioned clinging onto his arm as you walked around the mall though the smile on your face said you loved this.

Stan smiled, "Of course baby. I wanna treat you right today."

"Baby?"

maybe he did get bold.

but seeing the way you lit up when he called you that. so he keeps going with it, and he loves how jealous everyone gets.

his dad may complain about all his money disappearing but stan couldn't care less with the way he gets to see you trying on clothes for him like a runway model.

especially those revealing outfits... lord have mercy on him.

couldnt help but stare at your ass when some of skirts and dresses started hiking up.

and tbh if you beg enough, he will get his nails done with you. he fucking enjoyed it, and went back again with you.

bonus, the first time you went with him, you let him pick out the nails and it was your favorite set ever.

and then you started getting very bold.

The two of you sat on the floor of Stan's living room studying for a science test. Stan got lucky that his parents were out of town for the weekend and his sister was off in college.

Unluckily, you two were getting no progress done.

"I don't understand Stan this is too haaard," You whined out loudly throwing your hands over his neck. "I'm boreeed. Why don't we..." You trailed off letting one of your hand land on his thigh, "Why don't we take a break? Have some fun."

"Huh...?" Stan murmured, eyes widened as his body got hotter and hotter with every second, his mind running to all sorts of thoughts.

"So?" You questioned with a pure smile letting your hand trail up.

"Oh."

[genderisareligion]

Radfems over 30, if you could go back 10 years and give you in your 20s some feminist advice, what would it be?

I was about 20 when I started taking radical feminism seriously and I notice/I saw a poll once that a lot of you are in your early to mid 20s. There's a lot I know now that I wish I had somehow been able to speed absorb.

Don't bother befriending men who aren't at least bisexual. No, not even your best friend's Nigel. They don't see you that differently because you're out now. Take red flag responses like "that's hot" and "if I were your dad I'd be relieved" seriously. You know how many of them are unashamed porn addicts, it's okay to be in a very small percentage of Americans who thinks that shit overall is a plague, not to be openly celebrated.

Don't take it upon yourself to fix or argue with racist white women. Past me got into it with @apostleofsapphos once and it didn't matter how many sources I used or how well I crafted my arguments, she was a brick wall content to call me a "dumb black American" because I said white privilege and colorism are things outside the US. Think about the times you've had your mind changed about something political or sociological. Didn't it usually take exposure to a real life event, person, or book? Not some random on the internet, though that can work sometimes.

That being said, don't stew in anger about racism to the point that you cut yourself off from white people entirely. White men, whatever, ignore them more often, but there are opportunities for sisterhood with white women who are actually trying. Keep up this belief, it'll make you good friends and connections in the future. Black feminism shouldn't have to change itself for white feminists but it should still have the goal of how we can work together rather than just pointing out the ways in which a lot of white women put us down.

That being said, be proud to be Black more. I didn't really start writing about analyzing and following news on the ongoing post slavery genocide until my mid twenties and like I wish in college I'd joined the BSU despite having problems with the one at my religious high school because of homophobia, in retrospect. Find the Black people who don't care that you love women and hold them close and don't take them for granted.

Tell less people you're gender critical. It's no one's business that I came to the conclusion I did, that there's no such thing as gender and I'm better off not participating, whether that gender be cis or trans. There's nothing there when I search deep inside or whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing to have one. Most people just go along with it once they find out what gender is. Oh well. Just call yourself a word they recognize from the nonbinary category and don't say shit else lol

Radfems add yours if you want

[darkbluekies]

Silas asks #3

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: a little nswf indication, death, indication of suicide, torture,

— ☁️ SILAS AND HEDWIG...! i also thought of them 😌 yanderes that are ruthless to everyone but has a soft side for their darling >>> silas reminds me of a huge teddy bear tbh 😓 he's probably so touchy if only you allow him to. grrr... the thought of sitting on his lap and snuzzling on his chest 😡

Omg yes he does :(( He's so addicted to you, never keeping his hands to himself. He doesn't care if it's only holding your hand or making you his, he loves to be close. Sitting on his lap and cuddling into his chest would be the death of him. Oh, he'd love it so much :((

— Y'know the urge to draw silas is cat ears is something brewing maybe even adding hedwig and jerry (small chance for dr.kry but its still there) to the list who knows not sure to go with my demons or nah

NO. SHOO. LEAVE. NO KITTY EARS ON SILAS

— How would Silas feel about a motherly type of darling? When he comes home from missions injured she absolutely insists on attending his wounds. And when he's sick, she takes care of him, nursing him back to health. She can't just stand by and watch someone else suffer after all!

He'd love it so much! He'd fall for you so badly. If you had any chance to escape before, now there's none. He'll watch over you like a hawk. He knows he doesn't deserve a kind soul like you, but he's so selfish that he'll keep you for himself.

"Thank you so much, baby, but, ouch, you shouldn't ... shouldn't do this. You shouldn't patch me up. I know you want to take care of me, but that's my job! I should take care of you, baby. Not the other way around. But ... thank you so much ... I love you."

— I just read your peice about attempting to escape Silas, and AHHHH Silas REALLY pisses me off!!!.......... And that's how you know you have a very well written villain!!! I thoroughly enjoyed reading that, and can't wait to read more in the future! Keep up the good work (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆~🥀

haha thank you so much!! there will be more of Silas stupid behaviour in the future, don't you worry!

— What would happen if reader died or became seriously ill after Silas puts them in the basement for a while?

He'll be so sad and regret everything he's ever done. If you survive, he'll be much, much more careful. He'll never do that again. He nearly lost you! Silas can't imagine a life without you.

But if you died ... he'd break apart.

— Gosh seeing how Silas reacted to darling being sick. But like when it comes to me. I can alread imagine how he would be. Cause my immune system sicks I get sick easily...Then there's the fact that I'm clumsy af, I always have random bruises or cuts and don't notice them until I'm in the bath.

Silas would be in constant stress, my friend. You'd give him a heart attack.

— When Silas says he's gonna torture us as punishment at the end of "You Can't Hide From Me" What kind of torture? Like physical, psychological, etc?

I wanted to leave that up to the readers interpretation, but I thought maybe some kind of psychological. When he says that he'll make them know only him, he'll break them down until they don't remember anything but him. He'll destroy them.

— Oh, I’m going to torture you. Badly. What did Silas do to us?

...next question.

— What is Silas’ body count?

Let's say around ten. He's been out and about, tried different things here and there, but nowadays, he only wants you. And he makes sure you know that with how far beyond he'll take you :]

— How many people has Silas killed?

Maybe around thirty? He does half the dirty work himself and half he sends out his men to do.

[thewritingbeforesunrise]

BALLERINA - Chapter Fourteen

A Jake Kiszka AU

Physiotherapist!Jake x Original Female Character

Previous Chapter.

A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you for your patience. I really struggled with this chapter but here it is. This is the chapter in which everything is finally explained. I really hope you like it!

Please read the warnings carefully and thoroughly before continuing.

Word count: 6.8K

Warnings for this chapter: angst, pain and suffering, violence, lies, description of blood and injuries, crying, criminal behavior, talk of addiction, poor coping mechanism, poor mental health, anger, betrayal.

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Jake knew something was wrong the moment he met his brother's concerned eyes.

He didn't remember the last time he had seen his twin so distraught, so when their gazes met, dread immediately gripped his throat like an icy hand.

His heart started hammering in his chest as he approached his brother in that dull hallway.

When finally the words left his brother's lips, he didn't understand at first. His mind refused to comprehend what his brother was telling him.

Then, when the meaning of those words finally sunk in, he had to sit down on a nearby chair because his head was spinning.

He took his head between his hands and shook it, defeated and furious with himself.

He cursed himself for even thinking he could get away with it. He had betrayed her and the absolute blind trust she had in him and he hated himself for that.

He had lost one of the most important people in his life and he knew she would and could never forgive him.

Nobody could, not for what he had done and hidden so recklessly.

“Let's go home, Jake. We need to figure out what to do now.” Josh said, trying to sound sure of himself but failing miserably because of the tremble in his voice.

They could sense each other's agitation so Josh tried to put a comforting hand on his twin's shoulder but Jake recoiled from his touch as if he had been hurt by an invisible blow.

He stood and silently made his way back inside the door he had come out previously and reappeared a few minutes later without his scrub and with his bag in hand, ready to leave.

They reached their cars in complete silence and left the hospital parking lot together.

When they got home, they left their cars in the driveway. Jake walked inside the garage and stopped in front of the crashed car.

Josh quickly followed him and slowly approached his brother.

“Jake, I'm so sorry. I left her in the living room with Rose while I went in the music room to check the guitars you ordered. When I came back she was nowhere to be seen. Fuck, it took less than fine minutes…I don't know what happened. I don't know how she ended up here. Just… I came downstairs and Rose was whining in front of the door to the garage and… Iris was gone. I opened the door and saw-”

He was about to finish his explanation when Jake abruptly cut him off, grabbing him by the tshirt and pinning him against the nearest wall with unbelievable force, taking his breath away.

Jake’s eyes were burning with desperation as he attacked his brother.

“You had one fucking thing to do, Josh. I asked you not to leave her alone. She shouldn't have seen this. She shouldn't have come down here!” Jake shouted in his brother's face with the force of a thunderstorm, punctuating every word with the blow of his fist against Josh’s chest.

Every single word that left Jake’s lips was like a poisoned arrow to Josh’s heart.

Josh didn't know what to say to make his brother feel better.

“Fuck you, Josh!” Jake screamed, his voice breaking with a frantic scream that echoed into the room.

He continued to pound his fist against his brother's chest for a bit and then his body started to shake with sobs.

He had to brace himself against his brother so as not to fall and Josh tried to support him as best as he could.

Josh felt his tshirt dampen where Jake’s face was buried and his heart shattered in his chest. He ran a delicate hand in his brother's hair and tried to make him calm down a bit and soothe his sorrow.

But it seemed of no avail.

Jake's sobs worsened.

So Josh spoke, his voice slow and delicate.

“Jake, I'm so sorry. It's my fault” Josh whispered, but Jake shook his head with force against his brother's chest

“No, Josh it's not. It's entirely mine.” Jake managed to say through tears and sobs and lifted his reddened teary face to look into his brother's eyes.

“I shouldn't have lied to her the way I did. I shouldn't even have gone near her, fuck. We shouldn't have hidden the car and we shouldn't have done what we have. Fuck Josh, I think I love her and I ruined everything.” Jake said defeated and guilty, tears silently streaming down his face.

“Call her, you need to speak to her, you have to tell her everything. Then we are going to figure out what to do. But right now you owe her an explanation.” Josh said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Jake straightened up and dried his eyes with the back of his hand. Then grabbed his phone from his pocket and called Iris.

The phone rang but no one answered and with every failed attempt at contacting her Jake's heart threatened to dissolve in a million little pieces.

As the day slowly gave way to the night, Jake grew restless and nervous and Josh didn't know what he can do to help him.

He refused to eat and kept trying to contact Iris with no result. When his phone's battery died he finally decided it was time to go to bed.

He disappeared without saying a word to his brother and took shelter into his room, knowing already that he wouldn't sleep a wink.

Josh cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher and settled on the sofa with a hot cup of chamomile. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. His heart ached for his brother and he kept thinking of a way to help him but no ideas came to his mind.

After an indefinite amount of time, Josh heard someone move upstairs and heard Jake’s door open.

He already knew where his brother was going.

The music room was Jake's second home. Whenever he had some spare moments during the day or couldn't sleep during the night he usually went there to practice and write.

There was a beautiful black piano in there. Its shiny black coating was dusty because of unuse and it had been moved to a corner to make room for a old tattered sofa and the many amps and guitars that Jake had been hoarding for some time now.

Josh hadn't heard a single note from that piano for so long so he was startled when a solitary note echoed into their silent house. Another one followed and then another one, slowly morphing into the most melancholic melody he had ever heard.

He didn't recognise it at first, but then after a few more notes it downed upon him and he remembered.

Their grandparents smiles came to his mind and a sense of longing for their childhood long gone invaded him.

Deep sorrow and unadulterated happiness mixed weirdly in his heart and before he could notice, a single tear had made its way down his cheek.

Sometimes he hated how powerful the connection between him and his twin was. Their resemblance wasn't just physical. Sometimes he could understand what his brother was thinking, feel what he was feeling and sometimes it even irritated him.

He had hated being a twin in the past. Especially when he was younger. Living up the inevitable comparison was like hell for him and he knew it was the same for his brother.

But in that moment, he thanked the heavens for having a person in the world who could understand him and who he could understand so perfectly.

Because in that moment, as Jake kept playing that haunting melancholic song, he felt as if his thoughts were exactly the same as his brother's and despite the concrete separating them he felt that same connection even harder than before.

He was glad to be there for him in times of need and he knew that Jake was feeling the same.

Without knowing how he ended up there, Josh found himself in the music room.

Jake didn't even lift his face from the dusty piano to acknowledge his presence but he saw his shoulders imperceptibly relax and he knew he was glad that he was there.

Josh sat on the tattered sofa, grabbed an old notebook from under it and started writing in complete silence while his brother played, alternating piano and acoustic guitar.

They didn't say a word, they didn't need to. They could understand each other perfectly without them.

And they tried to seek a bit of refuge in what they did best. Making music. A shared pain is halved after all.

~

On the fourth day of receiving no answer or news from Iris, Jake was a desperate mess.

He couldn't sleep more than an hour here and there, he didn't eat properly and he didn't take care of himself the way he should. He had called in sick to work because he felt like shit and as he told his brother, he had already caused enough damage and didn't want to mess up another patience's life.

Josh didn't know what to do for his brother so he tried his best to take care of him the way he could. He cooked for him, persuaded and sometimes forced him to eat and take care of himself.

Jake endured his brother's ministrations with a short fuse and Josh had already lost count of how many times he had told him to fuck off.

But Josh didn't relent and his efforts often paid off. He managed to have his brother eat at least some soup, fruits or vegetables and drink some water everyday.

On the morning of the fourth day of silence, after the umpteenth call, Jake threw his phone across the room and cursed loudly, dropping to his knees and grasping his head in his hands.

Josh quickly ran from the kitchen to see what happened and made an impulsive decision.

He was tired of seeing his brother like that so he ordered him to go shower and shave the darker hair that had started to grow on his upper lip and chin and told him to make himself decent to go to Iris's house and try to talk to her.

But it seemed that his words fell on deaf ears.

“She doesn't want to have anything to do with me, and, in all honesty I don't blame her.” Jake said, his red-rimmed eyes were cast on the floor as he slowly shook his head.

The dull morning light coming from the French door accentuated the dark circles under his eyes and the extreme tiredness on his face.

Josh stormed in front of his brother and grabbed him by his shirt, making him stand up with wide eyes.

“I am so fucking tired of you moping around like this. Now go shower before I kick you in the ass and make yourself presentable, before I lose my goddammit mind and I do something reckless.” Josh said, shaking his brother by his shoulders a little.

Jake wiggled away from his grasp with a frustrated groan but finally made his way towards the bathroom upstairs.

Josh watched him go and then when he heard the door closing, dropped onto the nearby sofa with a desperate huff.

He really hoped it was the right thing to do to help his twin sort out that mess.

~

A few hours later they were sitting in the car in a parking spot just near Iris’s flat. They noticed that the blinds were open but there was no light coming from the windows. There was no sign that someone was inside.

They didn't say it out loud but they were both terrified about what was to come.

After a few minutes Jake muttered “fuck it”, opened the door and walked towards the building.

Josh quickly followed him and stopped right next to him on the curb. Jake tried to push the door of the apartment-building and unexpectedly it opened.

They took the stairs and quickly reached the second floor.

When Jake saw the door to her flat, he stopped dead in his tracks, unable to move further down the hallway.

Josh almost bumped against him but catched himself quickly.

Jake took a deep breath, wiped his sweaty hands against his jeans and rang the doorbell.

No sound came from the inside, not even the echo of the doorbell.

Jake looked at Josh with confusion in his eyes and then decided to knock.

The noise echoed inside but no answer came.

Jake tried again and again, and every time grew more frustrated, when he got no sign from the other side.

He ended up making his knuckles red and raw with the force he used to knock.

Frustration got the best of him and he slammed his fist to the door splitting his knuckles open before Josh stopped him by grabbing his hands from behind him.

Jake leant his head against the door and shook it, letting a defeated sob leave his lips as a lone tear wetted one of his flushed cheeks.

Josh was about to drag him away when Jake started talking.

“Iris, please…Let me explain, I just need you to listen to me” he said, his voice broken and full of pain.

“Please, Iris, just please” he continued but again he received no answer.

“Fuck, I love you” he whispered wiggling his hands away from Josh’s grasp and placing them flat against the cool wood of the door as if he could willing it to open with the power of his mind.

Josh cursed himself for suggesting to go there and for inflicting this agony on his brother.

He tried again to pull him away but once again he resisted.

Josh saw him stick his hand in his pocket and pull out a little white envelope, before crouching down and sliding it under the door.

He knelt there for a moment and then stood, wiping his tears away and walking towards the stairs with his head hanging low and his hands balled into fists.

Josh took a last look to the door that remained unopened and then quickly followed his brother back outside and into the car.

They didn't utter a word for the entire journey back home. Every once in a while Josh stole a glance towards his brother but Jake didn't look back. His gaze was lost in the distance out of the window.

When they arrived home, Jake disappeared into his room and Josh decided to let him be for a while.

~

The living room was immersed into darkness when Josh woke up with a startle.

A loud noise of something falling on the floor disrupted his sleep and made the hair on the back of his head stand up as he slowly became aware of his surroundings and realized that he wasn't in his own room.

He quickly sat up on the sofa and almost got tangled in a blanket that wasn't there when he had sat there.

The clock on the wall read 3:27.

Right when he noticed that there was light coming from somewhere in his peripheral, a whispered curse came from the kitchen and prompted him to stand up.

He immediately thought that someone had broken into the house, so he took a look around in search of a weapon that could scare the thief away.

His eyes drifted to one of Jake’s acoustic guitars that was hanging on the wall right above the sofa. As silently as he could he grabbed it from the wall and bradished it like a baseball bat.

His heart was hammering in his chest as he slowly made his way towards the lit kitchen. He stopped right next to the doorframe and listened.

Another noise came from the room and this time he heard a groan.

He took a deep breath, tightened his hold on the fretboard and jumped into the kitchen shouting “What the fuck do you want?” in the most psycho

tone he could muster.

“FUCK!” A very frightened Jake shouted and jumped, letting a glass bowl slip out of his grasp.

It shattered on the floor sending glass shards and what looked like flour all over the tiles. He was wearing a black apron over his pajamas and his hair was in a low messy bun.

“What the fuck was that for? And put that guitar down immediately” Jake said panting, with one hand on his heart.

“I thought you were a burglar.” Josh said, still slightly upset, gently propping the guitar against the wall.

“What the hell are you doing? It's fucking half past three in the morning, Jake” he said then noticing the absolute mess that was the kitchen.

Jake took a good look around as if he noticed the state of the kitchen only at that very moment, then spoke.

“I needed something to keep my hands occupied.

I have already ripped all the strings from that goddamn SG and before I do something reckless like throwing it, or worse myself, off the balcony I just needed a distraction. Fuck, I think I'm going insane.” He confessed.

“So… so you started cooking?” Josh said, baffled, while searching for the broom to clean up the mess he had caused his brother to make.

“I…Yes I did. I already cooked a Beef Wellington, pizza dough is rising and will be ready in a few hours. I was about to make Italian meringue to finish this lemon meringue tart, but you made me drop the only powdered sugar we had so I guess it's just a lemon tart now.” Jake said nonchalantly, turning around to grab a cake pan with a perfectly-cooked shortcrust pastry from the oven.

He placed it gently on the counter avoiding the shards still on the floor, discarded the oven gloves and started filling the pastry bag with lemon custard.

As Josh cleaned the floor, Jake filled the shortcrust with the custard, careful not to make any more mistakes.

When Jake finished with the cake, he put everything in the sink and turned around to help Josh move the chairs out of the way to better clean the floor.

They gathered the bigger shards and then Josh grabbed the vacuum to clean the floor better.

When Josh finally finished, he straightened his back and was met with Jake handing him a plate with a big slice of lemon tart.

“Tell me if it's good or if I should just throw it in the bin already.” Jake asked, waiting patiently for his brother to taste the dessert and choose its destiny.

Josh took the plate and watched as his brother yawned and turned around to start washing the mountain of dishes that were piled in the sink.

He went to grab a fork but was distracted by a movement in his peripheral. From the kitchen door he saw a barely awake Rose making her way on wobbly legs towards them. Poor thing must have been woken up by their racket.

He watched as she tiredly wagged her tail and almost sleepwalked towards one of her blankets right next to the kitchen island. She fell back asleep almost immediately. She really didn't like to sleep with nobody around.

He smiled fondly while tasting a bite of cake and gasped at the delicious taste.

“Jake, this cake is phenomenal” he said while taking another bite.

His brother just turned around and gave him a quick tired smile before resuming his work, yawning again and again.

“Jake, let go. I'm doing it, don't worry. Just go to bed, you have been up all night. You need to rest.” Josh took pity in his brother and tried his best to convince him.

It didn't take long though. Jake was really exhausted so he mumbled a tired “thank you” and disappeared into the living room.

Josh, now wide awake and without an ounce of sleep left in his body, finished washing the dishes, put everything Jake had cooked away and cleaned up the rest of the kitchen.

Almost half an hour later, the kitchen was finally clean and Josh decided it was time for him to finally hit the hay. He scooped up a sleeping Rose into his arms and turned off the lights.

He saw Jake sleeping on the sofa almost completely buried under the blanket as he climbed the stairs towards his room.

He placed Rose next to his bed, on her favourite pillow and laid down on his bed with a huff, falling asleep almost immediately.

~

When Josh woke up in the morning, the house was eerily quiet. The sun was already high in the sky so he knew it was fairly late. He turned around to look at his alarm clock that read 10:25.

Rose was still where he had placed her but now she was sleeping on her back with all four paws up in the air. A little smile appeared on his tired face as he watched her fondly.

His stomach grumbled and he remembered the tart Jake had made the night before.

He exited his room quietly, leaving the puppy behind and noticed that Jake’s door was open and his bed empty.

He went down the stairs expecting to see his brother still sprawled on the living room couch but didn't find him even there. The blanket he had used was neatly folded on the armrest and there wasn't a single wrinkle on the sofa cover.

He tried to call him but got no answer.

There wasn't a single trace of Jake anywhere in the house.

He moved to the kitchen to have breakfast and noticed there was a little piece of paper on the table.

Scribbled there on the slip of paper there were a few words.

I need to talk to her. I'll be back soon.

Josh sighed. He didn't have a good feeling about the whole situation but trusted his brother so he tried not to worry about it too much.

But the fear of having to put the pieces of his brother's heart back together after another failed attempt at talking to Iris really made him lose his hunger altogether.

~

Jake woke up with a startle when the rays of the rising sun were painting the walls of the living room with different shades of pink and red.

He has Iris's name on his lips.

He had dreamed about her.

She was crying. Just watching him as silent tears streaked her cheeks with a hurt expression in her eyes.

He needed to see her. Talk to her even if it was the last time ever.

But it was too early.

He tried to fall back asleep but he couldn't find quiet. He kept tossing and turning, tangling himself in the blanket that was covering him.

After a while, he accepted his defeat and got up with a groan.

He kept turning his mind over and over the whole situation with Iris and he knew he needed a distraction.

He turned around and saw his acoustic perched on his stand on the wall. He thought about grabbing it and going to play outside but then realized he needed another kind of distraction, something tiring that could keep his body and mind equally occupied.

He decided it was time to go for a run.

He munched on a few almonds while he got dressed in his black sweats, a maroon t-shirt he found in the laundry and comfy trainers.

He scribbled a note for Josh on a slip of paper, grabbed his phone and earbuds and headed out in the cool morning.

Birds were chirping loudly in the trees that surrounded the garden and the sky was painted in contrasting colors.

Eastward, the beautiful sunrise was still lighting up the sky, making the clouds glow in a million shades of gold, red and pink.

Out west instead, the sky looked menacingly dark. Stormy clouds were slowly approaching and really looked like they were bringing rain. Cold wind was blowing from that direction, making Jake’s hair fly around in his face and goosebumps raise on his skin.

Low thunders could be heard from there and he really didn't feel like going straight towards it.

Storms reminded him too much of her. His sweet Iris.

Images of their first time together invaded his brain and deep sorrow grew in his heart.

The hotness of her touch that night contrasted with the icy feeling that started enveloping his heart at that moment, the more he looked at the sky.

He shook his head to push away those thoughts and began a light jog east, towards the sunrise, in hope to find a bit of solace.

He connected his phone to his earbuds and Metallica started to blast through them, successfully silencing his tortured mind.

But the odds had other plans for him. He just didn't know it yet.

After a few miles, and without a clue on how it happened, he found himself right in front of Iris's house, on the other side of the deserted road.

He hadn't planned on ending up there but, at that moment, he felt like he was unable to move away from there. It was like his feet were glued to the pavement.

He stopped his music and stood there like a lost man.

He was facing the stormy sky ahead of him and shivered.

The black clouds were slowly but relentlessly approaching and thunders could be heard more clearly. Streaks of lightning flashed through the clouds from time to time, making everything a little more threatening.

Behind him, the sun was slowly rising in the sky, its pale rays were warming his shoulders gently.

For a second, he thought about crossing the street and ringing the door bell to her flat but he immediately came back to his senses when he remembered that it was too early to do that.

She was probably asleep then.

Or worse, maybe she wasn't even home.

He sighed, trying to calm his pounding heart but didn't succeed.

He finally made up his mind and decided he couldn't show up unannounced at 5 in the morning. He needed to go home and try to call her at a more decent time.

He started to walk away and took one last glance towards her windows when something made him stop abruptly.

A light had been turned on inside.

The glow of it was so faint it was almost invisible but he noticed it.

His heart started to beat so fast in his chest that it was all he could hear echoing in his ears.

She was there.

And she was awake.

He itched to ring the doorbell and talk to her, but at the same time he was so conflicted about what to do.

He was so tangled in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the light flicking off.

When he finally noticed he thought he had imagined it being on in the first place and cursed himself.

That's it, Jake, you are going crazy, he thought, squeezing his hands into fists at his sides and gritting his teeth.

But when the door of the building opened, his breath left his lungs altogether.

She was there, before his very eyes.

He bit his tongue harshly when he saw her there right in front of him, but oblivious of his presence, on the other side of the road.

She was so beautiful, even more beautiful that he remembered.

Seeing her made his heart swell with such happiness and love that his knees almost gave out under the weight of his feelings for her.

He felt his lips twist in a big relieved smile after seeing her for the first time since what felt eternity for him.

He was ready to run to her, hug her and kiss her.

But then something made him stop dead in his tracks.

He noticed a little detail that he hadn't seen at first.

Iris had a big suitcase next to her.

Jake’s heart sunk when his eyes fell on that suitcase and happiness disappeared from his body altogether, leaving only unadulterated fear behind, to slowly swallow him down.

At that moment Iris's eyes met his from the other side of the road and his heart skipped a beat.

He saw how her lips immediately stretched into a wonderful smile when she became aware of his presence.

He saw that her body had a little jolt and he knew that she was about to run to him, but then, she flinched away abruptly, remembering he was indeed the only cause of her physical and emotional pain.

He saw the conflicted expression in her eyes then. She didn't know what to do.

Her heart wanted her to run to him. The need to feel his lips against hers was so powerful that she couldn't stop staring at those plump lips she had come to know so well.

But her brain reminded her of what she had seen in that garage and of all the lies he had told her.

She couldn't stand staying there a second longer.

She tried to retreat back inside but his voice made her stop dead in her tracks.

A single word left Jake’s lips.

“Iris”

Her name was all he said. And God if she hadn't missed the sound of his voice.

Despite being on the other side of the road, she could hear him thanks to the still morning air all around them.

Hearing him say her name sent a shiver down her spine that forced her to stop and turn, just in time to see him cross the road to reach her.

Now face to face, they stared at each other for a long moment until Jake couldn't take it anymore.

He reached for her with one hand and took a step closer but, immediately, she took one back, recoiling from him.

His breath itched in his throat seeing her like this. Afraid of him.

He took a step back and lifted his hands, showing her he meant no harm.

“Please, Iris” he said, but she shook her head struggling to find her voice.

He tried again to come closer but again she retreated.

“I-I don't-I don't wanna talk to you” she stuttered.

“I know, baby, I know. Just-please just let me explain and then you'll never see me again if that's what you want. You have my word, but please let me speak.” Jake blurted out quickly in hope that she agreed to let him speak.

She stood there, still like a statue, with her eyes wide and her bitten lips parted for a long moment before nodding imperceptibly, giving him permission to speak.

Jake took a deep breath and started talking.

“First of all, I am incredibly sorry for all the pain and the suffering my poor decisions caused you.” He felt his throat almost closing to the thought of what he had done.

“I lied about many things and I'm not proud of it but please believe me when I say that my feelings for you are absolutely real and sincere” He went on, fighting the lump in his throat.

She didn't say a word but he could see that her body was shaking lightly and her eyes were red-rimmed as if she was having a hard time controlling her emotions.

“I am here to tell you everything and then you can decide if I deserve your forgiveness or not.” He said, running a hand through his hair nervously to keep them away from his flushed face.

She scoffed.

“You don't have to explain anything.” She hissed through her teeth, clenching her hands into fists. Her eyes widened with rage.

“No, please, baby just. Let me…” Jake tried to beg her, feeling the panic spread quickly in his body, but Iris interrupted him.

“I know everything, Jake” she spat in his face, her cheeks ablaze.

“I saw the car. And I saw you in the car.” Her voice quivered when the last words left her lips and her eyes lowered onto the pavement.

“I remembered, Jake” she said after a few seconds, and he saw a lonely tear streak her cheek.

Jake started speaking before she could.

“That car isn't mine. And you didn't see me. You thought you did. But in reality you were already unconscious when I got there and called the ambulance.” He said almost without stopping to breathe, but without looking away from her teary eyes.

Her eyes widened in surprise but, before she could interrupt him again, he went on.

“I remember that fateful night like it was yesterday. I had just gotten home from a shift and I was about to turn off the car when my phone started ringing. I cursed, thinking it was a call from the hospital asking me to go back but it wasn't. It was Josh calling me.

As soon as I answered, he started speaking so fast that I couldn't understand a single thing. He sounded extremely scared and upset that I immediately knew something bad had happened.

I told him I was in the yard and he immediately hung up. A few seconds later I saw him running from the front door to my car. Despite the darkness, I saw that his face was extremely concerned. He quickly entered and uttered a sentence that made the blood freeze in my veins.

‘Sam had an accident a few blocks away. He needs us.’

“I immediately reversed and sped down the road towards the location with Josh guiding me. My heart was beating so fast that my ears were ringing. I already pictured my little brother dead on the metal slab of the mortuary, covered with a thin white sheet. And despite trying so hard not to let that image cloud my mind, my first thought went to my mother.

My brother's voice dragged me out of my entangled mind and told me to drive towards the intersection and then turn right quickly.

But intuition made me stop there a little longer and take a look around.

And then I saw it.

What looked like a bundle of clothes in the middle of the road on the opposite side of the intersection.

It took me a few seconds to fully comprehend what I was looking at, but then, it clicked.

It was a body.

It was you, bleeding, alone and unconscious in the middle of the road with snow falling and staining red all over you.

Before I knew it, I was by your side and Josh was with me.

We were scared to death but I managed to tell him to go look for Sam and bring him home.

For once he didn't question my words, he just did what I told him.

I started assessing the damage on your body and when I understood you needed immediate treatment I scrambled to get my phone out of my pocket to call the ambulance.

I made a short call, telling them the location and that you had been hit by a car but purposefully avoided telling my name.

I saw how your lips slowly turned blue and I prayed that the ambulance made it there as quickly as possible.

When I heard the siren of the ambulance approaching in the distance, I hid in a dark blind alley nearby and watched as they put your unconscious body on a stretcher and sped away towards the hospital.

Then I started running towards home. Almost halfway I saw my brother's car approaching.

I climbed inside and we made it home in complete silence. We were both shocked.

At home I was about to go inside but Josh stopped me.

He told me in a sliver of voice that Sam had confessed he had hit you and fled the scene because he didn't know what to do. He told me that my little brother was completely drunk. Like every other fucking day.

He told me that we should have called the police to turn him in but I refused.

I told him to hide the car in the garage. He didn't want to do it but I made him promise he would. Then I sent him the number of an acquaintance of mine to call in the morning to send Sam into rehabilitation.

I didn't budge until Josh regretfully accepted and promised to me to do as I told him.

After, I took my car and under the guise of forgetting my phone in my office I went back into the hospital just in time for Doctor Allen to call me to assist him in your operation.

I was so scared you weren't going to make it. Seeing your body so battered made my stomach churn but I did my best to keep it together and make sure your wounds were treated in the best way possible.

I made it home the next morning at 9 am and nobody was there. I hadn't slept for more than 24 hours and I collapsed on the sofa till late afternoon.

When I woke, Sam was already in a rehabilitation facility and my twin refused to speak to me and look me in the eyes.

I came back to the hospital because I felt some kind of force pulling me back to you. I don't know how to explain it but I knew I had to look out for you.

That evening I came into your room for the first time. I was so happy to see you breathing on your own but at the same time, seeing you there bruised and hurt basically because of me made my heart break.

At that moment I swore I would do anything in my power to help you get back on your feet and back to dancing again. I already knew you were a ballet dancer. I saw your ballet shoes scattered on the pavement and bloodstained that night.

That very night I asked Doctor Allen his permission to be your physiotherapist. He accepted and I was glad.

You were more or less my only reason to breathe and keep waking up every morning, since my little brother hated me and my twin refused to speak to me for what I had made him do.

I am so sorry. I really didn't know what to do. I didn't want to ruin my brother's life by landing him in jail. He always struggled with alcohol and somehow we always thought he would be alright eventually growing up but I guess that's not how it went.

And look what I did instead. I ruined your life.

I take full responsibility for this, and if you want me to, I'm ready to turn myself in and face the consequences of my own actions.

It's all my fault.”

By the end of his speech, Jake felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his chest and he was finally able to breathe again.

He noticed how silent tears streaked Iris's flushed cheeks profusely and felt something tickle his own.

He touched his face and understood that he had been crying too.

He waited in silence for a few seconds as his words sunk in and then spoke again.

“Iris, please say something” he begged her in a whisper, daring to gently grab her hand.

She let him.

The feeling of her skin made calmness wash over him like never before.

But her words made him anxious once again.

“You should have told me, Jake. I know everything would be different now if you had been honest with me. I don't know what to do” she said crying.

“I don't know if I can trust you again after you lied to me all this time.” She went on, shaking her head and letting her hand slip away from his gentle grasp, taking a step back.

At that moment the noise of a car approaching along the completely deserted road disrupted the otherwise still morning. Thunders had somehow stopped completely since they had started talking.

Iris saw the car approaching and remembered. Her eyes went wide and the little color on her face disappeared again.

Jake saw the car only when it stopped right next to them.

It was yellow and the sign on top made it obvious it was a taxi.

His eyes widened and he felt his throat constricting with fear as the driver got out of the car to help Iris load her suitcase into the trunk to get her to the airport.

His greatest fear was becoming a reality.

He was losing her.

He tried to beg her as tears streaked his own cheeks but it was as if his words fell on deaf ears.

She was still crying when she climbed in the backseat of the taxi and turned around to look him in the eyes one last time.

He felt his heart break in a million little pieces when the car started moving away from him, bringing his most essential treasure away from him.

_______________________________

“Please, stay” He said helplessly, even though she couldn't hear him anymore, watching the car slowly drive away.

Next and final chapter

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[skxllz]

let me tell y'all what pisses me off about the shameless fandom.

people constantly downplay my man lip. “ he's an asshole ”, “ he's way too harsh on fiona ”, “ he dragged fiona down but then got an alcohol addiction ”

like let me sit y'all down in several seats, cause y'all play an emotional hand instead of the logical one when it comes to lip. lip is a LOGICAL thinker, which is why the last thing he's gonna think about is babying a grown ass woman or man when they're in the wrong.

I can admit, lip can be a dick. but when it came to him putting fiona in her place? he was in the right.

“ give her a break she's raised 6 kids since she was 9 ” lip may have been late to the party, but he also stepped up in that matter. did you forget what Ian said? lip was the only one that cared enough to find his toy at the age of fucking seven, SEVEN- walked over 80 miles to and back just to get that damn toy, called the police and everything cause he cared about his brother. fiona is not the only one that took care of them, she was just the oldest and understood more so she was forced to take on the mother role.

secondly, let's not forget fiona almost killed liam. “ it was an accident ” why should a grown ass woman be told to watch HER drugs when a child is in the same house? why would she even have them in the same house as him? she shouldn't have.

and the scene where the food burned really bad to where the house smoked up cause she was drinking. lip was NOT wrong to think of his siblings first. he stepped up, just like fiona had time and time again with her parents. but he's wrong, right? cuase it's his sister and he should fucking feel bad? cry me a river.

as for him getting addicted, he had no choice in the matter. addiction is NOT a choice especially if it runs in family genes, you're more prone to following in their steps because of that. lip and fiona both were put in shitty positions because of their parents and living situation which is why they went down dark paths. In the end though, they both made it out. maybe fiona was after lip, but she STILL got addicted to alcohol like he did and used drugs, yet I see no one inputting that information in anywhere.

lip witnessed his father drink and do drugs; he witnessed his mother do drugs, downfall from bipolar disorder and then up and ditch them like it was nothing. he then watched his sister fall into the same pattern, along with witnessed his younger brother go through the same shit his mother did. do not fault him for living through some traumatic ass shit.

I'm ending it with this statement; before you judge someone, put yourself in their shoes. lip may be a fictional character, but he was very much put as a reflection to a real person that lives through that shit every day.

[bluealienssimp]

Soft

Characters: Na'viJake Sully x HumanReader

Synopsis: Jake thinks Na'vi women are too rough.

Warnings: (kinda) spicy, and a little bit explicit.

Final considerations: this is my attempt to a birthday gift for @jakexneytiri, happy birthday babygirl! I'm sorry it looks bad, I've never write any smut or similar. Also, I wrote it in two days, lol. I hope you like it! (English is not my first language, so if you see anything wrong, please dm me)

The campfire lightened his eyes, adding him a look of a predator, carefully watching its prey.

You felt your spine shiver, the intense feeling that the prey is you.

Some Na'vi started to dance, they move and spin right in front of your eyes, and it caught his attention. Your muscles relax a little.

Soon, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning your head to see who it was you saw him, the predator. "Hey, pretty lady..."

With a mischievous grin, he grabbed your hand and took you to the middle of the dance.

"Jake!" you said. "What're you doing?"

He laughed, "Just having some fun, sweetie!"

"It's a mating dance! We shouldn't be here!" you yelled at him, blushing.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "and? I'm the olo'eyktan, I make the rules!" he spun you in the air.

"Jake!" you yelled when you couldn't touch the floor. "T-that's not how it works!"

"fuck it!" He laughed. He put his hands on your hips, the size difference screaming, shivers running against your spine. "You know what I meant!"

You cringed, trying to get smaller, even smaller than you already are. You felt so self-conscious.

Jake saw it and for the first time in forever decided to help you. He took you somewhere quieter, but now you're alone with him... He looked mischievously at you. "hey there, short stuff..."

"um... Hi?"

"Y'know... The mating season made me think about some things... "

"Wow! Is this possible?" you joke.

"Haha, you're so funny!" he mocked. "As I was saying, it made me think I don't have a mate yet."

"And? You don't have any cuz you've been denying anyone who approaches. And I know Aytanin confessed younger feelings!"

"I don't want Aytanin!"

"Why not? She's beautiful and kind, and she's so good to the kids!"

"She's too rough!"

"Rough? What do you mean by rough?"

He sighed. "The na'vi women are so rough... It's just skin and bones... No softness, nothing to squeeze or play with."

You blushed hard, widening your eyes. "Jake! I-I'd rather never have this conversation with you!"

When you make a move, ready to go, Jake holds your wrist. "Wait! You're my best friend and my last hope... Please, let me use you... Let me claim you as my mate!"

"What?!"

"I know you like the na'vis and I know you want to be part of the people too. That's the way we both can find what we want!"

"You're getting crazy, that's insane! I bet no one would accept the olo'eyktan's human mate!"

"They don't have to!"

"Jake-"

"Just... Just let me have a taste... I haven't had a human girl for ages!"

"Ok! But you won't tell anyone about it! Never!"

He smiled mischievously and walked closer. He took off your shirt, your pants, and finally your bra. A smile crossed his face when he saw your tits. "I missed this so bad..."

"Are you talking to my breasts?"

"Shhh! It's my moment!"

You laughed softly. He looked so focused on your breasts, not even blinking. "You're so soft... Damn, I'm getting addicted..." he moved his head closer to your nipples, licking and sucking them with such confidence. God, this man knows how to suck tits!

"J-Jake!"

"I'm so big... Could break you in half..." he murmured.

"Shit! I'm gonna have so much fun with you!"

[empressofthesunwriter]

You and I 03

Whether in canon or in fantasy, whether already in love or falling, whether naughty or nice, You and Izuku always find your way to each other.

I do not share J.K. Rowlings disgusting views on Transpeople and all the other shit she is sprouting about people in the LGBTQ+ community.

That woman may have written Harry Potter, but it belongs to us fans now.

Miss Rowling, if you ever read this fuck you and your bigoted views!

The story takes place in the Hogwarts Legacy-Vers.

I freaking love this game!

I tried to not say what House the reader belongs to, so you can be in the House you want.

Now on with the story.

Hogwarts Legacy AU NSFW

Quiet giggles could be heard around the empty halls of Hogwarts.

A male voice shushed a female and the female just giggled more.

Well, you couldn't help yourself.

After, begging for weeks you finally got Izuku to be daring and to break into the Prefect Bathroom to take a bath.

Sometimes you wonder how he landed in Gryffindor, then you remember how he practically fought with Bakugo from Slytherin during Quidditch for the Golden Snitch and you got it.

Under the Disillusionment Spell, you avoid without problems the Prefects who made their rounds.

Finally, you enter the bathroom and dispel the spell.

"Oh I still think this is a bad idea.", mumbled Izuku, while you were busy putting a locking spell on the door.

No one should disturb you.

"Come on Izuku, baby, it will be fun.", you grinned. "Besides Sebastian and Demeter break her in regularly to take a bath and probably to fuck."

Your boyfriend made a face.

"Of course, Sallow gave you this idea."

"And Demeter gave me the Spells."

"Hufflepuffs seem so nice, but all are horny!"

You winked at him and took slowly your clothes off.

Izuku blushed and started to undress as well.

"Love, sleeping in a bed together or at the Room of Requirements is something different than the Prefect Bathroom! If they catch us, Black will give us hell!"

"I would more worry for Professor Weasley, but relax Izu, okay?"

Naked you embrace him and kiss his cheek.

"It will be okay, alright?"

Your boyfriend signed and hugged you back.

Finally, he follows you in the water.

Oh, it was amazing and with all the bubbles, you two had fun making them poop.

Then you washed each other, which of course led to heavy petting and sooner than you could shout Expelliamus, you rode Izuku in ecstasy.

"Oh, baby! Just like that!", you purred.

His dick filled you up completely and hit your G-Spot.

"You are so beautiful, my love.", he moaned, his hand wandering over to your clit, rubbing it in time with his hard trusts.

Oh fuck, you would never get tired of this.

You were addicted to Izuku.

You were so happy his family had moved in your Third Year to Scotland and you both literally crashed against each other.

Best. Day. Ever!

Your lips found each other as you reached your climax together.

Izuku cums filled your pussy, making you purr in delight.

You both enjoyed the aftermath of your session as you heard how someone used Alohomora on your lock spell.

Like two deers Izuku and You turned your heads towards the door.

Oh no, they got you!

"Sebastian! See, I told you I heard noises!"

It was Demeter Somerset, your friend, beside her Sebastian Sallow, her boyfriend, who dramatically closed his eyes with one arm.

"Wow, you kids! Shouldn't you be in bed and not fuck in the Prefect bathroom?!"

Demeter hit him with her elbow in the side.

"Sebastian you gave her the idea and don't play the saint, we are here often enough as well."

The Slyterhin boy just smiled, while his girlfriend rolled her brown eyes behind her glasses.

"[Your Name], Izuku, we are so sorry, we will leave you be."

"Yeah, sorry and try not to get caught!", saluted Sebastian as he followed Demeter out of the bathroom.

You and Izuku turned to each other and couldn't help but laugh.

You had luck that it was just your friends, however it was for the best to call it a night.

Fast you dried and got dressed.

Then like always Izuku escorted you to your Common Room and you said good night with a kiss.

Hogwarts was truly magical mostly because you have found the love of your life there.

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Demeter Somerset is my Hogwarts Lecagy Character/Self-Insert, proud Hufflepuff and of course, dating our favourite Slytherin boy Sebastian Sallow.

I made the timeline intentionally vague.

Only that you aren't Third Year more.

Same with Demeter and Sebastian they aren't Fifth Year anymore, but are they your classmates or your elders or one of them your House Mates you decide. ;D

[st-kitten]

“you’re lucky I like you”

MIGUEL O’HARA x THIEF READER warnings: none, fluff, soft miguel, cute miguel words: 2,705

He shouldn't have kept you around. Miguel was no fool—even if you mistook him for one. He should have brought you to the police, but you both knew he wouldn't.

“What did you do this time?” he asked, feigning annoyance. He had known why. Miguel had wanted to hear her say she wanted him, though. She had been like an addiction. He had kept coming back knowing it wasn't good for him. No matter how much he had tried to stop, it had been futile. He was hooked.

“Wow, you’re perpetually annoyed, aren’t you?”

“Perpetually annoyed, and not ashamed of it,” Miguel replied, crossing his arms, “Especially after dealing with idiots like you for the past year.”

He didn’t break eye contact with the criminal before him.

“Drama queen much? If I annoy you that much, why’d you come? Why not send someone else?” You say.

“I would be the last one to admit to such bullshit,” he growled, “I’m an adult. I have responsibilities. One of those responsibilities is putting criminals like you in the hands of the police where they belong.”

But he couldn’t help his mind from wandering. He’d done this countless times with her, and yet, he still hadn’t managed to capture her. It wasn’t normal. It was impossible. And Miguel hated impossible. Just thinking about it irritated him.

“So, where’s the police? Or have you got some other ideas?” You asked, smirking.

His heart skipped a beat. Miguel stared at the woman before him, at the taunting, sultry smirk on her lips. If looks could kill, that woman would’ve been dead the very first time he laid eyes upon her.

“You know I’m not gonna take you to the police yet,” Miguel said, not taking his eyes off her. “So I guess you know what that means.”

“How could I know what it means? I’m just an idiot…” you said, pretending to be dumbfounded.

Miguel couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at that. The stupid criminal before him wasn’t nearly as stupid as she wanted to make herself sound. He could read her like a book. “Don’t play stupid”, he said matter-of-factly, “It doesn’t suit you.”

“Oh, come on, can’t a girl play around a little?”

“Not when your ‘playing around’ results in innocent lives being lost,” Miguel countered, staring her down. “It’s a miracle you haven’t killed anyone yet.”

“You’re welcome!” You said with a playful glint in your eye.

“Oh, so I’m supposed to thank you for not killing more people than you already have?” Miguel snapped back. “That’s rich.” He rolled his eyes sarcastically. This girl had some nerve…

You shrugged. “So, if we’re not going to the police, can we at least go and have a bite to eat? I’m ravenous…”

He was stunned for a few seconds. Not only was he taken aback by that remark, he’d never actually heard a criminal say something like that before, let alone to him. “Are you for real right now?” Miguel asked, “Like actually.” His eyes narrowed, a curious look on his face. He was getting mixed messages from this woman.

“Yes, I’m for real right now. Aren’t you hungry too, from all the chasing around and catching bad people?”

He paused for a moment or two, thinking about it for just about the first time in his life. As much as he hated to admit it, he WAS a little hungry. Plus, it’d give him a good excuse to keep her near him at all times.

“Fine,” he relented, “But I’m not paying.”

“Well, I’m the rich one…as you said…”

“Rich? You’re a criminal,” Miguel reminded, “Any money you can get your hands on was earned unlawfully.” He put his hands on his hips, staring her down, daring her to say something back. They’d had this argument before.

“I’m not arguing with you on an empty stomach. Now, will you please come with me? There’s a nice Mexican place around here.”

He let out a sigh, defeated, “Fine”, Miguel replied, “Only this time.” He couldn’t help but think he’d been baited right into her little game. He knew she was laughing at him in her mind, mocking his pride and his honour.

They both walked into the Mexican diner. He picked a seat in the far corner and they both sat down. The lights from the window peeked in and illuminated their faces.

“You ever tried a burrito?”

He looked at her curiously. “You’re seriously asking me right now if I’ve ever tried a burrito?” Miguel asked, letting out his best mocking chuckle of the night, “I’m Hispanic. I practically live on beans and rice.”

He smirked. “I think I can handle a burrito,” he said, clearly teasing her back.

“Let’s see it. Order the spiciest burrito you can find.” You suggested.

Miguel frowned at her request. “The spiciest?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Now, he liked spicy food as much as the next guy, but the spiciest? The spiciest the Mexican restaurant could make? What was she trying to prove? “Alright, sure,” he shrugged, “If you think I’m such a scaredy-cat.”

“Never said so…”

When it arrived, Miguel took a huge bite of the burrito, all while staring her down. His face contorted in disgust as he tried to chew it down. He grimaced, tried to hold back a cough. His eyes watered, his nose started running, and all the color drained from his face. “Holy…” Miguel sputtered, grabbing his glass. “That thing is hotter than the fires of hell. Where the hell did you bring me?!”

You smirked, effortlessly eating your spicy burrito. Not a single sign of discomfort on your face.

“Only the best Mexican diner in the city.”

“You ate that thing easily,” Miguel said, through the pain and tears in his eyes, “Like it’s nothing.” He was flabbergasted. No wonder they’d never caught her—she’d melt their faces right off with the flame from that food alone.

“It is nothing! If it were up to me, I’d put some more chillies and peppers in it.”

“You’re insane, you know that?” Miguel asked, finally calming down. “Not even my grandma could eat that thing with a straight face, and she ate jalapeños for breakfast!”

“So do I! What a coincidence!” you said sarcastically.

“You’re just as crazy as she was,” Miguel sighed. He knew it for sure. “You really enjoy setting me up, don’t you?” he asked, laughing a little, “I fall for it every time, and you know it.” He shook his head.

Taking a sip of his ice cold glass of water, Miguel stared at the criminal with a smile. “Not that I mind.”

“You’re fun. You make the chase interesting. And… I like seeing you every now and then.”

“So you like seeing me suffer? Is that it?” Miguel asked, a smirk growing on his face. “Or maybe you like watching me get so heated and frustrated.” He put his arms on the table and leaned in. “Maybe you like seeing me like this.” His eyes flashed a teasing gleam as a tiny smirk overtook his lips.

“Oh I do like what I’m seeing…” You said with a grin.

“Hey now, careful with those eyes,” Miguel replied playfully, putting a finger to them, “Or you might just take my breath away.” The look in her eyes made his heart skip a beat. She had this certain way about her that was, to put it simply: irresistible.

“Well, you’re still breathing, so we’re good. Would you like to share some ice cream?”

“That sounds like a great offer right about now”, Miguel admitted, “I suppose I’d love to. You got a sweet tooth or something?” He asked, tilting his head. He’d never thought to ever hear that come from a criminal before. It made him smile.

“I have a spice tooth. You shouldn’t be surprised if I find a place that sells spicy ice cream…” you say jokingly.

“You are one cruel human being,” Miguel commented lightly, “How dare you suggest such a thing?” His mouth curled into a grin as he took the suggestion one step further.

“Tell you what, take some jalapeños from these leftovers and let’s put it in whatever ice cream we eat.”

“Ay, dios mío.” Miguel sighed, already dreading the idea of the monstrosity of a sweet and spicy treat that his companion was suggesting. “I don’t like the way you think.”

The way this girl thought worried Miguel. He wasn’t too sure if he should be more amused or more scared.

You find an ice cream parlour and order a variety of ice creams, hiding small slices of jalapeños in them, not knowing when you might bite them

“Okay, your turn,” you said.

Miguel took a massive spoonful of his ice cream, and as he bit into it…it was as spicy as he though it’d be! “Jesus Christ…” he exclaimed, his face contorting and making an expression of pure shock.

“Was this your plan the entire time?” He asked, chuckling a little, although clearly out of pain. He had to hand it to the girl…she was evil…in a cute way.

“Tell me you’re not having fun right now…”

He had to admit it…this girl was a force to be reckoned with, and it took a lot to admit that. “I guess…I guess I kind of am,” Miguel admitted sheepishly, feeling his chest tighten the more he spoke. It wasn’t often that the man let his guard down.

“Not that I’m enjoying the spice,” he clarified, “But I’m enjoying this strange yet…intriguing dynamic we’ve got going on.” He smiled, looking at her with a twinkle in his eye.

“That’s the spirit. What do you say we take this to go and walk around the city? I can show the places I’ve robbed so far…” you said jokingly, but innocently.

“Ah, we going for a stroll now, I see,” Miguel said, “Sure, why not? As long as you promise to not steal anymore.” At this comment, he knew full well what the girl’s answer would be. He smirked, knowing she’d never stop being a criminal. But it was all in good fun. He knew he couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

You pay the ice cream vendor and Miguel wonders where all that cash came from.

Her wealth confused him to no end. When he was first tasked with capturing you, he’d always assumed you wasn’t that successful. But looking at all that cash, it seemed that assumption couldn’t have been more wrong. Now he really couldn’t help but wonder what he was getting himself into.

As you walked out of the ice cream parlor, Miguel couldn’t help but ask, “I don’t suppose you came by this money legally, did you?”

That’s up to you, I guess…” you said handing him his own wallet, that you’d picked earlier.

It dawned on him and he patted his pockets. “Argh, diablita, tenías que robarme la cartera, no?”

“Hey, you said you’re not paying, so I had to… somehow…” You shrugged innocently.

Miguel couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, then a full blown laugh. She was so sneaky, that girl. She could rob an entire bank and not leave the slightest trail behind. But this? This was…just low. “You could’ve stolen money from the bank,” he pointed out, as they began to walk again, “Not the person trying to stop you.”

“Where’s the fun in that? You know how much I love seeing you flustered…” you said nudging his arm. He jolted at the contact, but didn’t pull away.

“I do know you’re enjoying this,” Miguel huffed, “It’s like some sick game for you, right? You enjoy getting me riled up and annoyed, and I’m just sitting here letting it happen.” He shook his head. She was right…it was all just a game to her.

“Game or not, I do like you better than most policemen who come after me.”

He was caught off guard by the statement, but it was definitely a big compliment if he’d ever heard one. “Now that, you have to explain,” Miguel replied, walking by the side of the girl and looking down at her. “What’s not to hate about me, hmm?”

He was curious as to what made her like him so much. Sure, they had amazing banter, but was that really all it took to like someone?

“You’re sincere, Miguel. You put your best in your work and you mean well. I hate to take advantage of it, but I don’t mean to hurt you. I just love the thrill of it. What’s not to like about you? Have you met you? You’re fucking awesome”

He felt his face warm at the words. No one had ever spoken that highly of him, and to know it was the criminal he had been tasked to catch was oddly flattering. It made him want to be better—to put in twice as much work in order to show her that he could be good if he tried.

“Wow. You really mean it, don’t you? You actually think I’m…good?” He cleared his throat, looking at his own feet before back at her.

“Oh, my, are you blushing? Adorable. I like you even more now.”

“You—“ Miguel stuttered, feeling his face heat up even more as she teased him. He’d lost his composure in just an instant.

“Alright, alright, enough of those kinds of compliments,” he spoke lightly, “Let’s save that for later, alright? How about you focus on being a better criminal for the moment?”

“And how do I do that? Steal your heart or something?” You wiggled you eyebrows.

Miguel laughed at the comment. “As if you haven’t done that already,” he replied, half whispering.

He shook his head. “For now, I think your criminal activity should be kept to just stealing from the rich,” he said, his smirk growing, “There’s a line between stealing and causing harm…and you know that.”

“Alright… I can do that. But then I’d miss having you chase me to catch me.”

“Is that a challenge? Because let me tell you, I can play the long game, cariño,” Miguel challenged, turning his head to lock eyes with her. “I’m not giving up. Not now. Not ever.” He raised a brow. “You just wait until I finally catch you.”

“It won’t be easy,” you said, slightly leaning forward.

“I know it won’t…” Miguel huffed, rolling his eyes in a playful manner, “You’re incredibly elusive for just one person.” He smirked.

“But I promise that when you’re finally arrested, it’ll be worth it. Because you’ll be in prison for eternity. Maybe by then, you’ll have learned your lesson.” He smirked, a confident twinkle in his eye.

“Oh, but then you’d miss me… The streets would be no fun without me.”

He thought for a moment. He knew what she had said was true—if he ever managed to catch her. As much as he was trying to capture her and put her behind bars, something in him would miss her and those dangerous stunts she pulled and the criminal activity she got up to. Not to mention the fact he’d actually begin to miss the chase, too.

“Alright, I’ll give you that one, thief,” he sighed, “You’re right…the streets would be no fun without you.”

“That’s my boy.” You said as you leaned forward to peck Miguel’s cheek softly.

His heart was a mess now—he couldn’t focus on a single sentence. All he could see was her—the playful smirk she always wore, her rich brown eyes, her soft yet strong hands, her silky hair that flew like waves at the ends. He could lose himself in her appearance.

“You’re lucky I like you,” he responded softly, “Because if I didn’t…”

His voice trailed off and he didn’t finish his sentence.

You looked at him intently and your lips hovered over his. “… hell would break loose… wouldn’t it?”

The close proximity was driving him crazy. He was losing control, little by little, with every passing moment. It wasn’t long before he was leaning in, his lips meeting hers. He’d kissed her. He’d finally kissed her.

If he was falling for her before, he was plummeting at this point—and he was falling hard.

[weaponizedmoth]

Finally! Wooo! Finished! I had this idea from seeing so many pics of ballerinas on my pinterest feed. I used a ref, but lost it. I expanded a lot upon it, so I think it's ok. It was cool to draw so many people in the same space, too, cause I never do that if I can help it, lol. Under the cut is usually only lineart vers. but I wanted to put it up there cause I added shading. So, really, under the cut there's ballerina lore. All of them have backstories. You're welcome.

Ballerina lore. (Reminder that I have no idea how any of this actually works cause I never ended up doing ballet. Thankssss~ <3

She's waiting for the rehearsal to begin, and is very annoyed that it is so late, cause she woke up so early for this. The other girls aren't as worried, but my girl is punctual.

She's telling her friend about all the conspiracy theories she knows. It's a lot.

Her friend is actively shocked about all the stuff she is hearing and she believes it 100% purely based on delivery.

Sad ballerina is sad cause her boyfriend is away. She is also a bit introverted, and just likes thinking a lot. She feels like she doesn't fit in with the rest of the group, but she's neutral-to-like when it comes to them, esp. conspiracy theory girl cause she's enthusiastic. She thinks funny ballerina is obnoxious though <3

Funny ballerina is funny, she's the class clown. She is always trying to make everyone happy, but she's just very anxious. Addicted to caffeine, shouldn't drink it, esp. not cocla cola, cause she's on an obvious diet, but it's her cheat day, get off her ass.

Lesbian ballerina as hell, in love with the disaster in front of her. Not much is known about this woman, though, she is mysterious and usually quiet, although good humored and friendly when approached/towards new people.

She's so sleepy

She's waiting for her friend to arrive. She is late, and she's worried they're gonna start without her. She's go fairy emotions, so only space for one at a time, aka known as anxiety and fixation. Her friend grabbed coffee and now she is hurrying there. Not many friends here, they're close together though.

She thinks her hair is a disaster and it is, cause she doesn't have any really long bobby pins. She's trying to balance everything in place, but at least three girls will be helping her with this in less than 5 minutes, crisis averted.

Trying her best to help her friend, but she's sort of tired, zoned out. She's also a bit of a bitch, but people like her cause they realize that's her way. Not actively mean, and actually means to help, she's just a little rough around the edges. Friendly when treated calmly, like a cat in away.

She's reading the latest internet drama. She will regret this later and stop doing this, cause she's not missing anything and it doesn't add anything to her life. She's also usually happily amongst other people, but she's trying to distract herself with other things, to pass time. She's gonna sit down by sad ballerina and ask how she is later.

Upstairs ballerinas: Don't know them, but the last one on the right is reading Twilight. She likes the vibes of it, hates the characters, and she wishes Stephenie Meyer wasn't rushed on her next two books cause she wants to know what a Twilight world without Jacob and werewolves would be like. She's also quite smart, and is sort of the one the girls listen to when something is up. She is also into conspiracy theories though, esp. the scary ones.