#stop being a douche and leave people alone

[unbearably-bear]

wtf I just had some terf shit come up on my "based on your likes" thing while scrolling

Reminder to anyone who follows me; FUCK TERFS

[catiuskaa]

reggaeton & champagne.

PAIRING! lee minho x reader x bang chan

SUMMARY: you knew better than to go down to the club alone. and that guy should’ve known better than to mess with minho and chan’s property.

REQUESTED! by my pookie @sharonxdevi who requested this here! and it’s such a good idea, tysm for trusting me with it<3

CW: the boys may come off as a little possesive, there’s a touchy douche in the club, mentions of alcohol, it ain’t spicy but surely it’s nsfw.

WC: 2.3k

A/N: so i’ve never even thought of writing poly!skz relationships until now, but i think it came out nicely! (and if you kinda recognize the title— i just spend an unhealthy amount of time watching skz edits on instagram lololol)

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The sign of the club glowed with bluish neon lights at the entrance. There was also a man, notebook in hand, receiving IDs prior to welcoming the long queue of people. Although it was not the most expensive nightclub in the city, you could see the difference between it and the rest of the clubs in town, in the sense that the establishment was very tidy and clean, with security personnel scattered around the corners, watching that everything was going out smoothly.

It was unusual for you to want to go out clubbing, but considering the boys’ schedule, any chance to make plans together was welcomed with open arms.

Especially by Minho and Chan, who would never force you to go out, but their lingering stares and their arms that would sneakily clung to your waist or your shoulders —and in some cases, to lovingly slap your ass or thighs—, were meant as a way of encouragement when you dressed up and went for it.

And a way to say that, as always, you looked fine as hell.

You had chosen a short silver-coloured dress that reached your mid-thighs, accompanied by a pair of matching mesh thigh-highs with cute little clips that allowed them to stay in place, only because you knew how to entertain your public, and loved every single second their eyes stayed glued to you as you danced your heart out.

The music pounded against the walls and reverberated through the floor, but not as much as how the booze traveled through your veins, only giddy enough to celebrate how well their last tour had gone, and merely to have some well-deserved fun.

Minho’s hands grasped you by your waist, pulling you off Chan’s arms and smirking as he pushed your back flush against his body.

One of his hands remained in place, but the other one moved slowly, tempting fingers heading down to your thighs, as if walking, the motion almost ticklish. You could feel his cat-like grin from behind you as you looked at Chan, who wasn’t mad at all, rather cheekily enjoying the other man’s antics as you kept dancing against him, following the rhythm of the music.

Chris got closer to the both of you, taking your arms and settling them on his shoulders as he approached even further, now the two gentlemen dressed in fine clothes towering over you.

“Our princess is feeling good today, huh?” His hand cradled your face, holding your chin in a tender grasp, unlike Minho, who started to play with one of the clips on your high mesh stockings.

You were about to say something, but Minho tugged at one of the straps and chuckled next to your ear, slapping it back. Your breath hitched, and you bit your lip, feeling the blush rising to your cheeks, the light foundation you had applied not being able to cover it.

Chris snickered, and Minho lightly bit the shell of your ear, and they both laughed as you squirmed in between their arms.

“Ok, ok—!” You giggled, out of breath due to the tickling and else. You didn’t want to leave just yet, but didn’t want to stop teasing your boys either.

Tugging on Chan’s collar, you propelled him forward, his hands ending on Minho’s shoulders by reflex. You moved your body in between both of them, swaying your hips, playing with Chris’ hair as you turned your head to face the man behind you, and chuckled, biting his lip.

They both felt a rush of blood heading to their face—and downwards—, but you stopped Chan for pushing you against Minho even more, one of your soft hands nonchalantly moving from the back of his neck to his chest, cheekily stroking his toned upper body.

“I think we can use some more drinks, gentlemen.” Your tone was filled with an enticing mockery only powered by their presence, and you licked your lips, feeling Minho’s slender fingers playing with the rim of your dress, tapping your thigh gently.

“I think we should head to the VIP lounge.” He grunted against your ear, his breath tickling your there, but the gentle yet lust-filled kisses he left right below started driving you a bit crazy. “Whaddya think, Chan?” Minho smirked, swiftly lifting his head from your neck to stare at the older man.

With all the mix of bright coloured lights, you could notice slightly how Chris’ eyes grew darker. Almost so dark that they could fuck you themselves, and you squeezed your thighs at the thought.

“I think our little brat needs to learn that teasing won’t get her anywhere, hyung.” Minho’s slender fingers playfully traced mindless shapes on your thigh.

The older man swallowed hard, his breath deepening.

“Guess you’re on thin ice, princess.” He leaned in, and pecked Minho’s lips from above your shoulder. He then turned slightly, and spoke in your ear. “You have ten minutes to go get those drinks. Go up the VIP platform right after, like the good girl you are, mmh?”

His hum almost echoed through your body, falling into an endless pit of arousal that those two gorgeous men had created, now able to make you feel hot and bothered in just a cheeky wink or a deep look.

Making you oh so weak for them. Only them.

“Heard that, kitten?” Minho smirked, lovingly kissing your cheek, as close as he could to the corner of your lips. “Ten minutes. Tick-tock.”

You tried heading towards the bar without your knees giving out as they both moved away, and instantly missed their warmth and strong hold on your body. But before you could even try, Chris tsked, pulling you back to him and almost fiercely planting a deep kiss that lit fire on your body, and almost made you whine when he pulled away, biting your lip.

“Fuck.” He gasped, feeling breathless. “Make that five minutes for daddy, yeah?”

And with a tap on your hips and a teasing wink, he left, following where Minho had gone.

You were unable to wipe the giddy smile off your face, feeling your cheeks get hot, and you patted them, hoping that your slightly cooler hands would do something to low it down.

Shaking your head lightly, you waved at the bartender, a tall, blond and handsome young man, and he gave you a kind smile. You sat on the stool closest, and he approached you, leaning on the counter.

“Nice seeing you here for a change.” He said with a snicker.

“Wish I could say the same, Hyunjin.” You wiggled your eyebrows almost dramatically, making him laugh.

“Your three usuals, beautiful?” He asked with a grin, and you nodded. “Comin’ right up.”

You watched as he gracefully started to show off his abilities, passing drinks and metal cups and bottles in flashes and zooms, controlling every move so swiftly.

But then, you felt a hand on your waist.

“Sorry, scooching up real quick…” said a low voice from behind you.

His hands brushed your back, making you shiver. But it was a bad shiver. One that swiped away the giddiness your boys had left, but not as quickly as your smile took off.

The bold man dizzily sat on a stool that could’ve easily been a foot or two away, and your body relaxed easily at the new-formed distance.

You stared at him in a mix of slight disgust and raw astonishment. Used to your boys and the rest of the group, or people like Hyunjin, one could easily forget that people weren’t always respectful, nice and kind.

He noticed your blank stare, and misinterpreted it as interest. With a wide smile, he bent down, grabbing one of the legs of the stool you were sitting on, and smoothly moved it closer to his.

Another shiver ran through your back, goosebumps showing on your skin.

He smiled, and you held back a frown.

“Besides looking that sexy, what else do you do for a living?”

…

yikes.

That line didn’t only give you the ick, but you also noticed Hyunjin physically flinched, which made you snort, quickly covering your mouth.

The man was so drunk. You could smell it on his breath, and the guy looked rather pathetic. You didn’t feel too sorry for him, but wanted him as far as possible, and you moved to the edge of your stool.

The man looked proud of your giggles, but grew restless when you didn’t reply, so he took a sip from the glass of whiskey in front of him, kind of as if he hadn’t had anything to drink in a while.

You sat up straight, glaring at Hyunjin so he’d call security if things turned complicated, and he winked at you as a form of reassurance.

“Do you, eh, come here often?” He blurbed out.

You looked at your hands, staring at your nails, and waited for a second before giving him a side-eye from above your shoulder, slender eyes looking uninterested.

Quickly going back to your nails, you shrugged. “Enough to know that you don’t.” You brushed off coldly.

If you did, you’d know that I’m happily taken.

He stammered, his breath hitched, and you could almost feel him start getting even more nervous, as well as slightly angry.

“Huh? Why’s that?” He scoffed, eyebrows raised at you, who again, didn’t bother to look at him, a bit wary of his moody attitude.

Hyunjin smiled at you, coldly glaring at the clueless man next to you as he swiftly left the three drinks in place, pressing the red button underneath the counter to call for help.

The man smirked, going back to a confidence you didn’t want to know where he had gotten.

Placing his arm sneakily on your waist.

Huh?

“All those for you?”

Before you could react and slap him for his unrequested bold actions, you heard a grunt behind you.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

At that moment, Chan wasn’t so sure if he was the pacific one in your relationship.

He trusted you and your ability to set your own boundaries, by any means necessary, even if it meant slapping someone across the face.

And he knew them by heart. He had watched how you grimaced, trying to take this drunkard’s hands away from you.

So he helped you by slapping them off your body.

As ‘gently’ as he could.

“Move aside.” He said in a low growl, failing to relax until you moved your hand and took his, squeezing it as a way of thanking him.

Instead of getting the hint, the man frowned.

“Hey, if you can’t tell, I was trying to—”

Minho scoffed, appearing behind the man.

“Keep babbling around our girl and I’ll give you a story to tell.” He said in a dark, low tone of voice, eyes and tongue so sharp that they could almost pierce right through the man. “Now shoo.”

Security came by a minute after and apologized for not taking care of him before, then fined him, following the nightclub’s rules and finally kicked the man out.

One of the security guys approached the three of you, and bowed swiftly, apologizing.

“I’m really sorry. This guy has already annoyed some other customers before. I’ll speak to the owner of the place and see if there is something we can do regarding his situation. As for you, miss…” He gave you his card, and you smiled at him, bowing your head gently.

“My name is Seo Changbin. If you ever need anything…” he sighed, a hand to his nape, the buff man slightly flustered. “Don’t hesitate to call me. I can’t think of another way to compensate you…”

Chan smiled, and shook hands with the security guard.

“No need to worry, mate. It’s fine now.” He stated calmly, his other hand still engulfing yours.

Minho bowed at him, his arm around your waist, as if trying to erase any marks or traces of the drunkard’s touch.

“Home, love?” He said in a gentle whisper, kissing your temple after you nodded. “S’okay.”

Minho opened the door to the car for you, and Chan’s hand never left your thigh the whole way back home.

As soon as you got back, you let out a tired sigh.

Chris hugged you from behind, and you melted under his touch. With a soft grin, Minho ushered Chan’s arms away from you, and swiftly took you in his arms.

“Sleepy?” The older one asked, but you shook your head. You didn’t want the night to end on this note. “Then I’ll go get something. You guys get going.” He smiled at you, eyes soft as he lovingly stroke your cheek, your face resting on Minho’s shoulder.

With a slight smirk, he patted Minho’s butt, and headed to his studio.

“Bang Chan!” He whisper-yelled, ears red, and you chuckled lowly.

“Cheeky little baby.” Minho cooed at you, heading to your shared room, and you giggled softly, hiding your head on the crook of his neck. “Let us take care of you, yeah?”

You moved your head from his neck and pecked his lips. Minho took you to bed, and tenderly took your heels off.

“Shower?” He asked softly, but you shook your head no, so he nodded, taking off your dress. With a cat-like grin, his fingers went back to your thighs.

“You have to wear these more often, you little tease.” He snickered, and you smiled, blushing softly. “You look so good in everything.” He said, stroking your cheek.

Chan quickly came back, fluffy blankets and laptop with him.

“Movie night!” He smiled, almost childishly, and both your and Minho’s heart tugged on your chests.

They took their fancy clothes off and put on sleeveless shirts and the matching pyjama pants you had gifted them for Christmas, who were at first meant as a joke, but remained being used just because how comfy they were.

There, snuggled between Chan and Minho, you smiled, taking both of their hands.

“I’m hungry.” You said, pouting unconciously.

“We can make popcorn if you want.” Christ suggested, pausing the movie.

You sat in your knees, looking at them with a smirk.

Minho smirked back, starting to guess where this was headed.

“What do you want to eat, kitten?”

You snickered.

“I want to have ramen.”

~kats, who hopes everyone understood that kdrama reference just now ;););););)

[lustfulslxt]

Good Girl - Matt Sturniolo

summary : you and matt never got along, always going back and forth with some illogical feud. until the night of a party, everything changes with the consumption of alcohol

warnings : use of alcohol, smut

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You just finished getting ready, walking downstairs to the living room to wait for the rest of them. You were going to Nate’s party with the triplets and Madi. Unfortunately for you, Matt was included in the triplets.

You two had never gotten along, for reasons unbeknownst to you. From the very start, Matt was always a jerk to you, so you were a bitch right back . That, lead to you both supposedly hating each other. Every time you guys were around one another, you both always had something smart to say, and there was never a time it wasn’t like that.

Honestly, if he would stop being such a douche, you could easily lose the attitude. But since he chooses to act the way he does, you were matching his energy.

And of course, the next one to emerge from his bedroom was Matt in all his fine glory. As much as you hate him, you couldn’t deny the fact that he was the finest man you’d ever seen. His soft and fluffy hair, his long skinny fingers, his tattoos. The way he carries himself alone was enough to make you want to drop your panties.

“What the fuck is your problem?” His bitter voice snaps you from your trance.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Matthew, why must you speak?”

“Well, your ass is standing there, staring, like you want to take a bite out of me.” He glares, a small smirk pulling to his lips.

“Don’t be ridiculous, kid. You couldn’t handle me.” You grin, mischievously.

“Please.” He scoffs, “I would have you running.”

“Before you guys jump into each other’s pants, can we leave?” Chris’ asks, causing both of you to look over.

That’s when you noticed the other three standing there, waiting for you and Matt to finish your never ending conversation.

You couldn’t help but say, “As if. I don’t think I could stand within a foot of this kid, let alone jump in his pants.”

You knew you were lying so hard. Sometimes, you wanted nothing more than for him to just shut up and fuck you. But seeing as he is the way he is, you knew that would never happen.

Without another word, the five of you walk out to the van, piling in and heading in the direction of Nate’s house.

It was about an hour into the party, you were having a good time. You had gotten separated from your friends, but you weren't complaining as you had shot after shot. It was only a total of four, but you were feeling good.

Dancing to the music, you observed your surroundings. In search of any of your friends, you come across Matt. He was leaning against the wall with a solo cup in his hand, his eyes intently staring at you. You couldn't help the smirk that spread across your face. For some reason, you loved that even with all the people here, you were the only one that had his attention.

Your hips swayed so perfectly and in sync with the loud music. Your hands trailed up and down your body, moving from your waist to your hair. You felt on top of the world with the alcohol coursing through your veins as you danced to the music, with Matt's eyes never leaving you once.

Your eyes connected once again, him tipping his cup up and emptying the rest of its contents into his mouth. And still, he never broke eye contact. You couldn't lie, it was getting you hot. Without another thought, you were making your way over to him.

"Matthew." You say, seductively.

"Y/N." He responds, his voice holding a slight rasp to it.

With a cheeky grin, you turned around and placed the back of your body against the front of his. You could feel him tense up, yet his hands still found their way to your waist.

"What are you doing?" He asks you, whispering in your ear.

You couldn't help the goosebumps that scattered across your skin, and the hairs standing up at the back of your neck.

"I'm giving you what you want, Matthew." You say, "You've been staring at me all night. So, here I am."

You began swaying to the music again, this time, grinding your hips into his. His hands firmly planted on your pelvis, guiding you back and forth.

"Do you wanna know what I was thinking about?" He asks, his lips softly brushing against your ear.

"Mhm." You hummed.

"Mm, I was thinking about fucking you senseless." He admits, his hand wrapping around your hair as he harshly bucks his hips into your ass.

A soft moan fell from your lips. You could feel his hard on poking into you and it drove you crazy. You wanted him inside you, so bad.

He continues, thrusting into you again. "I was thinking about how pretty you would look swallowing my dick."

Another moan escaped your mouth. You could feel your panties were drenched at this point. You couldn't help but tighten your pussy, clenching for some type of friction.

"I was thinking about how good your pretty little pussy would feel around my cock."

That was beyond enough for you to grab his hand and pull him to the guest room upstairs. You were in such a hurry, desperate to feel him bury himself inside you. You could tell he was big just from his hard on, and you couldn't wait to be stuffed by him.

As soon as you got in the room, he pushed you against the door and put his lips on yours. His kiss was hot and needy. His tongue immediately swiped your lip, begging for entrance. His hands went down to your ass, squeezing it, causing you to let out a little moan. He took the opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth, exploring every inch of it.

You furiously both grabbed at one another, as if any second one of you would disappear. His hand gripped your jaw, turning your head away from him. Within seconds, his lips were back on you, leaving soft kisses along your neck. Occasionally, he would bite at your sensitive skin, sucking it right after to soothe the slight pain.

"God, you're driving me absolutely insane." He mumbles against your skin.

You softly moaned, "Mmm, I need you so bad, daddy."

You calling him that flipped a switch in him, and now all he wanted to do was completely wreck you. His dick was literally throbbing, begging for relief. He pulled away from you, his hands immediately tugging your shirt over your head and throwing it to the floor. Your bra following seconds later.

His mouth quickly travelled down your neck and chest, taking one nipple in his mouth while his hand tweaked the other one. You were letting out little whimpers, tugging him impossibly closer. You swiftly lifted his shirt, adding it to the growing pile of clothing on the floor.

You couldn’t help but take a moment to admire him. He was truly something else. His longish hair a bit messy from your wandering hands, his chain sitting perfectly against his chest, his tattoos scattered all over his arm, the growing beard on his chin. His pupils were blown out, hardly any blue showing as he stared at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. His lips were swollen and red from your feverish kisses.

All of him was turning you on more and more by the second.

He thought the same thing about you. He loved the way your skin flushed under his touch, how your breathing was slightly rapid from your heavy kissing. He loved how you looked at him with your big doe eyes, looking completely innocent when he knew you were far from it. He couldn’t wait to destroy you.

His lips quickly met yours again, and his hands went down to your jeans. In one swift motion, he had them unbuttoned and down your legs. As you kicked them and your shoes off, he started removing his own, leaving him in his boxers.

His dick was struggling in his boxers, begging to be let loose. You reached your hand out and palmed him through the thin fabric, causing him to sharply inhale as he grabbed your wrist.

His lips trailed down your neck once more, marking you up as he went. You could hear his little moans as he was close to your ear, and you almost came right then and there. He sounded so heavenly.

“Take these off.” You state, tugging on his boxers.

As he did so, you copied his actions, leaving you both naked. He stepped back from you for a second, taking in your appearance. You looked so good to him, he could feel his dick twitching.

Not wasting another second, he yanked you towards him by your neck and slammed his lips into yours. Your tongues were gliding together so perfectly, needing one another. He swiftly lifted you up, carrying you over to the dresser. He set you on it and began working down your body once again.

“Please.” You moaned out as his mouth worked on your nipples again.

“Use your words, princess.” He mutters into your skin.

“Please. Fuck me, daddy, please.” You begged. “I need you inside me.”

“Such a filthy slut.” He moans out, grabbing his dick and putting it at your entrance.

He swiped it between your folds, coating it in your arousal. He brought his other hand down, gliding a finger through your juices, causing you to let out a few moans. When he pulled his hand away, a string of wetness followed, and he couldn’t help but suck on his finger, savoring the way you tasted. Your jaw dropped at the sight, he looked magnificent. He pulled your legs farther apart, propping your feet up on the end of the dresser before ramming into you with his dick.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan out, tossing your head back.

He gave you a couple of slow thrusts before he picked up the pace and starting fucking you fast and hard. His dick was so big, hitting you in all the right places. Your mouth fell agape as multiple pornographic like moans fell from it, only encouraging him even more.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. I knew you’d feel so good around my cock, princess.” He moaned, his lips meeting yours once again.

His thrusts were lethal, fucking into you so perfectly, you were a moaning mess under him.

“You’re taking me so well, baby.”

Your hands went down his back, nails digging into his skin in a sense of stability. You were quickly coming undone.

“Mm, baby. You’re so wet for me. Daddy’s little slut.”

The way he was talking to you was enough to send you over the edge. Your legs were shaking as you clenched around him, a loud moan escaping your mouth.

“Look at you, cumming without permission.” He teased, pinching your nipples.

You were a mess, but he still kept fucking you. Not even just for his own release, he was determined to make you cum again. He lifted your legs up, pushing them against your chest so he could fuck deeper. And he sure was, deeper than ever.

“Ahh fuck!” You scream, your face twisting in pleasure.

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” He moans out, watching you intently.

As he continued pumping in and out of you, you held eye contact with him, bringing your hand up to his mouth. Putting two fingers against his lips, he brought them in and sucked on them, lubricating them for you. After they were drenched in his saliva, you brought them down to your clit and slowly began rubbing it, all while holding eye contact.

“Fuck.” He groaned, fucking you impossibly faster as he watched you. “You listen so well, princess.”

You were a puddle beneath him, rubbing yourself in fast, tight circles. Your face contorted, eyebrows furrowed and eyes clenched shut, as you neared your climax.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum on my cock.”

You both were moving at fast paces, nothing but pleasure coursing through the both of you. It felt so intimate as the two of you locked eyes, pleasure plastered over both of your faces.

“Fuck, daddy, you fuck me so good.” You moaned, tossing your head back for a moment.

“I know you’re almost there, baby. You’re so close.” He whispers, his hand gripping around your neck. “Let go, baby. Cum for me, cum all over daddy’s cock.”

Your legs shook as you tightened around him, one of your hands gripping his bicep while the other rubbed your clit in fast circles. Everything went white, your hearing going in and out as you released. You felt pure bliss, cumming all over his dick.

“Look at you, such a good girl for me, princess.”

You had to pull your hand away from your pussy as it was beginning to become to much for you. However, he had other thoughts and placed his hand back on your clit, rubbing his thumb over it. You were quivering underneath him, unable to control the shaking of your body and the noises that came from your mouth as you squirted all over. You were completely losing yourself to him and he loved every bit of it. So much that it brought him over the edge and he shot his load into you with a loud moan.

“Baby, you’re so fucking sexy.” He pants, out of breath as he fucked his nut into you. “You made such a mess, I love it.”

Your face heated up as you looked at the puddle beneath you and the wetness all over his thighs and stomach. He actually made you squirt, and it felt so fucking good.

After a moment of gathering your breaths and coming down from your highs, he finally pulls out and plants a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I knew you loved me.” You grinned at him.

He playfully rolls his eyes and slumps against you, placing a few more kisses all over your face. “Yeah, yeah. Shut up.”

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a/n : sozzz, not proofread but what’s new? xD ugh i love me some matthew, i wanna b his cumslut so bad 😫😫😫😫 brb while i go nut. &&& request sum shizzz xx

[deanscherrypie420]

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A/N: Its finally here! I know it took a while, IM SORRY. the weekend was super busy so I didn't get much writing done. If you enjoy it, please follow and like :) Xoxo! <3

Characters: Spencer Reid, Reader Y/N, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, David Rossi, Derek Morgan.

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Warnings: FBI, violence, descriptions of murder and assault, guns, blood, injuries, mild description of injuries, arguments, alcohol, criminal stuff, bit of angst, happy ending, sexual tension, oral fixation, praise kink, NO SMUT - IMPLIED SMUT, storyline not properly followed. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: Being a new agent on the field wasn't easy, especially because Dr.Reid was tormenting you all the time. He'd been out of prison for a year now, but you suspected that it had something to do with why he didn't like you. After confronting him, you discover a lot more than that.

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She was sitting at the round-table talking with Emily when a group of people slowly flooded in. She stood up next to Prentiss and smiled. "Everybody, this is SSA Y/L/N, she'll be joining us on our investigations as a full time agent." The woman introduced her, making Y/N smile more. She stuck out her hand and met the team, taking a specific liking to Penelope.

When she reached out to shake the last man's hand, she received only a dirty look instead. Her brows furrowed and she gave a half-amused, yet puzzled expression. "Sorry, Princess. Didn't realize you were a germophobe." She teased, pulling her chair out to sit back down.

"Didn't realize we were getting a new assistant. No offense, but you'll probably be gone within a week, Princess." The man snapped back, his hands laced together across from her. She scoffed and bit her lip, nodding slowly as she looked him up and down. This douche.

The room went silent for a moment before Garcia explained the case they were working on. Young women were being held and tortured in Sacramento, California. They were dumped in national parks and landmarks after having their throats slit. The photos were gory and she cringed, an uncomfortable expression evident on her face.

"Gross." She muttered and Reid's head popped up, "If you can't take it, that would be a shame. Maybe a different field would be ideal for you." He responded and she quirked a brow, a grin on her face.

"Trust me, I can take it. Thank you so much for your concern, but it's not necessary." She said as she stood up, collecting her file and leaving the room.

Derek whistled and laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, shes a hotshot." He joked, nudging Reids arm and getting up, grabbing his file as well. Slowly, everyone made their way out, grabbing their go-bags and meeting at the jet.

Y/N was sitting next to Jennifer, Emily sitting across from her and Rossi next to Emily. They were laughing and making brief conversation, Morgan leaning against a small table next to their chairs and butting in.

Reid cleared his throat and interrupted them, "We should be discussing the case, not playing games with the newcomer." Emily's eyes widened, turning to look at him.

"We aren't playing games, we are welcoming her. If you have something to say, Spencer, please. We're all ears." Her words weren't a recommendation, they were a warning. Y/N let out a small chuckle and nodded. "Yeah, Spencey, share with the class." She cooed, and his jaw twitched.

"You're a bitch." He stated before Jennifer got up and yelled at him, pulling him into the other room. Y/N just laughed quietly and Morgan took JJ's place. "You are one interesting woman."

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"Son of a bitch!" She shouted as she tumbled to the floor, blood seeping into her shirt. Morgan and Emily ran after the Unsub, leaving Reid and her alone. She groaned as she gripped her shoulder, her head slamming down onto the concrete.

"Stop complaining." He ordered as he pulled her hand away, taking off his coat and putting an uncomfortable amount of pressure on her shoulder. "Ow! Asshole! I'm sorry, should I be celebrating the fact that I got shot?" She spat at him and he grabbed her jaw with his free hand.

"Shut up. I don't wanna hear anymore from you." She scoffed at this, shaking her head slightly. "Look, I know you have trust issues or something 'cause of prison, but don't take it out on me." Her eyes shut tight as pain pulsed through her arm, a guttural sound clawing at her throat.

He cursed, blood spilling out of her wound quicker than he anticipated. He undid her vest and removed her jacket, leaving her in a white t-shirt. He pushed the short sleeve up and tied her jacket around the crook of her arm, taking his own off and tying it around her shoulder and under her armpit.

"Gee, thanks for stripping me, Agent." Y/N hissed, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes, just like the blood pooled beneath her. He didn't respond, just kept applying pressure. He had his hands clamped around her, stopping both the entrance and exit wound from pushing out more blood.

Before she knew it, an ambulance arrived and loaded her up. Spencer insisted he stay with her on the ride, even though the team didn't think it was a good idea.

She took off her oxygen mask and glared at him, "What are you doing here. I don't like you." She choked out and he snapped his attention back to her. He grabbed her mask and shoved it back onto her face, making her cough slightly.

"Stop talking, you're hurt. We're gonna take care of you." He had a hurt look in his eyes; he looked damaged and concerned, like it was his job to keep her safe. It was such a switch from how he was acting earlier, she figured she was hallucinating because of the loss of blood.

"Take care of me?" She murmured through the mask, her head beginning to pound harder as she grew more lightheaded. He nodded slowly and carefully grasped her arm, sliding one of his hands down to enclose hers.

"Yeah, you'll be okay. I'll make sure you're okay." He promised,

"I'll take care of you."

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She woke up in a hospital bed with Penelope by her side. Y/N smiled as she was engulfed in a hug. "Oh goodie! Thank goodness you're awake! We missed you- I missed you!" The woman exclaimed in excitement as she pulled away, standing next to Y/N with her hands on her hips.

"How long was I out for?" She asked with an amused laugh and Garcia gasped. "Only for like two days!" Y/N laughed again, wincing slightly from the pain in her shoulder. The two talked for a moment, Penelope celebrating their win.

"Wait, why are you out here? You're never on the field." Y/N questioned, but before her friend could answer, Rossi stepped into the room and cleared his throat. "Glad to see you're okay, kid." He smiled and she noticed the rest of the team quickly piling in after him.

"Oh lovely. I have fans." She teased and the group laughed quietly to themselves. The laughter was short lived, more serious expressions returning to all their faces. Y/N let out an awkward laugh and raised a brow.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" She questioned and Emily stepped forward. "We almost lost you." Derek chimed in quickly after, walking over and squeezing her non-injured shoulder. "We're just glad you're alright." She smiled in response and then rolled her eyes dramatically.

"I'm fine alright, lets not start a sob fest. Why don't we go to Rossi's when I get out of here and celebrate." She suggested, not enjoying all the attention. The group supported the idea, all of them getting distracted by planning and talking.

Y/N noticed Reid in the corner of the room. He looked like he was zoning out, lost in thought about something. She studied him for a moment before he looked up and sneered, a distasteful look on his face. Shortly after he swiftly walked out of the room without anybody noticing.

What the hell?

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At Rossi's house everyone was having fun. After a cooking lesson, lots of wine and liquor, and bunches of laughter, they decide to play a game of poker. Y/N excused herself before they started, making her way to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and touched up her makeup. She ran her fingers through her hair and then fluffed it up, a small smile crossing her face.

When she opened the door to leave, she was met by Spencer. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a different room, which she quickly identified as a guest bedroom. "The fuck is your problem-?" She yelled but was quickly silenced by his hand over her mouth, his palm pressing hard onto her lips.

"We need to talk. I'm sorry I've been so rude. I was under a lot of stress and was upset with you for no reason. You didn't deserve that." He explained quickly, sounding nearly out of breath. She nodded, her hands squeezing his wrist.

His brows furrowed and his hand relaxed a little bit against her face. "Keep your voice down." He instructed before sliding his hand down. It found its place under her jaw, his fingers lightly wrapped around her throat.

"It's fine I-I guess? I'm just a little confused as to why you're telling me this now." She let out a quiet laugh, her eyes locked with his. He licked his lips and thought for a second.

"Because... Because I figured I would have to apologize first. You deserved an apology." His thumb traced the edge of her jaw as he spoke, chills sweeping over her back.

"First? What do you plan to do second?" She questioned, her breath hitching in her throat. He grinned down at her, his hand tightening slightly.

"This." He stated before leaning down and kissing her, their tongues quickly intertwining. His body pressed her flush against the wall. Her hands cupped his face and pulled him closer. His hand tightened around her neck in response, making her moan into the kiss.

He pulled away and bit his lip, both of them panting quietly. She was about to speak but he pacified her, sliding two of his fingers into her mouth. She subconsciously began to suck on them, staring up at him as her tongue slid in between his digits.

He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead as he slid his fingers deeper. She moaned again, the sensation earning a quiet groan from Spencer.

"You're gonna go out there and have fun. Play your little game, I'll even help you if you get stuck, but..." He paused, moving his fingers deeper into her throat. She gagged and bit down on his fingers, a few tears forming around her eyes.

"I'm gonna touch you whenever the hell I want. You're gonna be a good girl for me and not let anybody know, yeah?" His tone was condescending, a fake pity-grin on his face as he watched her squirm.

She nodded and he slid his fingers out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting them together. He licked his fingers clean and then reached under her dress, wiping his fingers dry on her panties. She whimpered and her head fell back. He leaned forward and kissed her again, this time a bit more rough.

After he pulled back he nodded to the door and she turned to leave. He gave a gentle slap to her ass as she walked out and she bit her lip to stifle a yelp. When they entered the room JJ rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Jesus, it took you forever! Spence, we're gonna play poker, I'm assuming you want to kick our asses." She said, earning a laugh from Morgan and a scoff from Emily. "Nuh uh, he can't win every time!"

Spencer just shook his head and smiled, placing his hand discreetly on the small of Y/N's back, letting her know to sit down somewhere. She sat down on the floor across from everyone at the coffee table.

"I'm just gonna help this one out. I heard she's not the best." Reid explained, purposefully trying to embarrass Y/N a bit. She bit her lip and exhaled, not wanting to cause a scene. "Yeah, yeah. Just get over here and help me." She bickered as she pulled a blanket off the couch, covering her legs with it.

"Oh, I will."

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Sorry it took a few days. This was super fun to write, even though it is a bit rushed... If you enjoyed please feel free to follow, reblog and comment! Kind comments are always appreciated <3

More criminal minds fics are coming!

xoxo

[st0nesnglitter]

Woke up with thoughts and morning wood

Coriolanus’ sexual awakening + his road to his perfect partner lol

(This is so far from canon lmaoo, leave me alone) But this is just Coryo being an ass and a douche and hot :)

Okay so we know he is controlling as fuck. And on this path of finding something, someone, to control in an intimate way he’s been a little all over the place.

He lost his virginity in the most common way ever in the Capitol. He’d been chatting, flirting, with a girl at the Academy and then at/after a party they got in bed together. Both virgins. And since he didn’t know what feelings or sensations to expect he was very much not in the kind of control he wanted to be. It was quick and not that good, and during the girl had “used” his compromised state and kissed him, held his hand and other perverse things.

They did not work out.

And he ruled out girls from his class for a while. That led him to the bimbos at an all-girls school a couple blocks away. And, wow, they were dumb. Perfect for him to manipulate and trick.

He definitely used the line “I’m too big for condoms” a few times. And once or twice, if the girl was smart enough to question about pregnancy, he’d said that he could just put it in her ass. What a gentleman <3

This one girl, Bunny, he tricked into thinking sex was just blowjobs. And that’s not the worst thing. He’d stop by her apartment as her mom was out at the salon, her dad at his academic work, leaving their dear Bunny opening the doors to Snow. She’d offer a snack and some tea, as a proper lady does, before taking him to her room and get down on her knees for him on her fluffy, pink carpet.

He’d alternate between letting her blow him or using her pretty, pink pigtails to fuck her mouth. Once he even got her to deepthroat him, but she complained that it hurt so he didn’t make her do it again. He is not some kind of monster…

But he did tell poor, vain Bunny that cum is great for the complexion, which led to her begging for a facial every time. He did feel kind of bad, until he was shooting his load. She’d smile so happily and look at him with the biggest, most hopeful doe eyes.

However, these girls did not really work out in the long run. When he wasn’t occupying their mouth the most idiotic things would fly out of them, and he could feel himself getting dumber through osmosis. Plus he’d kind of gotten around at that school and didn’t want those girls to puzzle together that. Fat chance, but he wanted to be on the safe side.

During the summer Plurbius’ club was his best shot to get his dick wet. He got there, got a drink and just had to wait before someone closed in on him. If they were pretty he’d take them to a bathroom. He figured out a few neat tricks from those nights. His favorite is that if you give a pretty guys hair a nice tug he usually turns into a slut.

A particular night he got invited home by a guy, and since Coriolanus’ mind was racing with things to bend him over he was thankful to get somewhere with more flat surfaces. They got to his apartment, Coryo sat down in his red couch as the guy went to fetch him a drink. Just as Coriolanus’ dick had made a nice tent in his slacks from the promising night ahead of him the other guys girlfriend walked in. Shit, shit, shit. As Coryo was debating between talking his way out of this or bolting, the boyfriend nudged her toward him. Long story short, making out is much more fun when the guys girlfriend is blowing you during.

But Coriolanus found his way back to Academy sluts that term. Letting his voice drip of sex as he invited them to a “study session” was always a fun way to make someone blush. People threw themselves at him and his blonde curls. Here’s when he found his exact type, however.

The ones that didn’t give in to him. Who actually wanted to study, who matched his wit, who made him work hard for it.

Sure, he could just point to his dick and ten people would line up, but when he was actively trying to charm someone and they just shot him a playful look? Gawd.

His very favorite is when he finally got them. Smart, collected, proper. And he could just ruin them. Make them a total slut. And a dumb one. His pants practically bursts as he thought of making someone who’s supposed to be so smart, a debate champion into a babbling bimbo. Corrupting their strong minds with just him, him, him. Pushing his dick in, forcing all the knowledge out.

🤍🩷🤍

I’m so weird lol

[thebisexualdogdad]

A Lucy Chen and party boy reader! Lucy and Aaron get called to Y/Ns house one night for a noise complaint and he flirts with Lucy, but then a few days later he get attacked by someone (maybe an ex) and Lucy is one of the officers that answers the call

Lucy Chen x Male!reader

"7 Adam 15 we've got a 415 reported near your location at 1923 Oak drive," a dispatcher says through the shop radio.

"Dispatch show 7 Adam 15 responding," Lucy replies through the walkie.

"Looks like we are about 5 minutes away," Aaron says from behind the wheel, looking at the address that popped up on their GPS, "that address sounds so familiar."

"Well it is right in the heart of Beverly hills, maybe you partied there once," Lucy jokes.

"You know what now that you mention it, I think that is Y/N Y/L/N's place, he was two grades ahead of me in school but he and I ran in the same social circles," Aaron explains.

"Of course a party boy would get a noise complaint called on him," Lucy laughs.

"To be fair Y/N isn't as much of an entitled douche as the people he hangs around, he just has a lot of money and parents who were always traveling for work leaving him alone in a big empty house perfect for partying in," he goes on.

"Hopefully since you know each other he makes this easy on us, it's not even midnight yet and night shifts can be miserable when all you deal with are obnoxious drunks," Lucy tells him.

They arrive at your house which has loud music blasting and lights flashing from inside.

It takes a couple knocks for you to actually hear them but you were all smiles when you answered the door.

"Welcome to the party-" you start when you recognize a familiar face, "no way, Aaron Thorsen is that you? I heard you were a cop now, good for you man."

"Y/N, good to see you again but unfortunately we got a noise complaint for your party," Aaron informs you.

"Damn, it was Dave again wasn't it, he's been on my ass since I was a kid and he was pissed when my parents moved back east and left me the house," you huff.

"Uh is that a pig?" Lucy questions as a pig casually walks by behind you.

"Oh yeah that's Bubba, he's my buddy Josh's," you reply, "and what's your name gorgeous."

"You can call me officer Chen," she responds, trying not to let it show that she's attracted to you.

"Well officer Chen, you want to come inside and join the party so we can get to know each other a little better… maybe you can even tell me your first name," you tease.

"Just turn the music down okay," she says rolling her eyes, "if we get another call we will have to arrest you but something tells me you would like being handcuffed."

"If you're the one putting me in handcuffs then you are absolutely right about that," you smirk.

Lucy chuckles and turns around to walk back to the car.

"Dude Aaron you think you can get me her number?" You ask when she's out of earshot.

"Goodnight Y/N," he laughs following behind Lucy.

–

"Anything exciting happen on your shift?" John asks when Lucy and Aaron enter the bullpen in the morning to switch shifts.

"Lucy was getting flirty with a guy I used to party with," Aaron teases.

"I was not," Lucy scoffs.

"Was he cute?" Celina asks, both Aaron and John looking at Lucy waiting for an answer.

"Alright sure he was cute," Lucy admits, "but it's not going to happen, there's nearly four million people in Los Angeles what are the chances we even see each other again."

The chances were a lot higher than she thought because two weeks later her and Aaron are partnered on another shift responding to a bar fight which you just so happened to be a part of.

They enter the bar and see a guy punching you repeatedly in the face.

"Woah hey, that's enough," Lucy says, pulling the guy off of you.

"Officer Chen, we've got to stop meeting like this," you say smiling up at Lucy, slightly dazed with blood running down your face.

She helps you get off the floor while Aaron tries to calm down the guy you were fighting.

"Y/N, what a surprise, are you going to tell me how many drinks you had tonight or am I going to have to get the breathalyzer," she asks.

"I haven't had anything to drink I just got here! That asshole threw the first punch," you explain.

"Because he slept with my girlfriend!" The other guy yells as Aaron is putting him in handcuffs

"She told me she was single, I swear," you state.

"Okay let's get you cleaned up," Lucy says grabbing some napkins that were sitting on the bar to wipe away the blood dripping off your chin before turning to the bartender, "you got a towel or something?"

He looks behind the bar and finds a rag, handing it to Lucy who drops the bloody napkins and switches to the rag.

"Ouch," you wince when she wipes blood off your upper lip.

"I think your nose is broken, we should take you to the hospital," Lucy tells you as another pair of cops walk into the bar after hearing of the commotion over the radio, "Aaron have them take the other guy to the station, and grab some ice to help the swelling on the way to the hospital."

Aaron nods and hands off the guy who punched you to the other pair of cops and asks the bartender for a bag of ice as Lucy guides you out to their cop car.

Aaron comes out a minute later handing you the bag of ice in the backseat before shutting the door, him and Lucy getting in the front to take you across town to the hospital.

"So did you really not know she had a boyfriend?" Aaron asks during the quiet drive.

"Hey I have some standards you know, I don't hook up with girls in relationships," you state, wincing again when he hits a pot hole and the bag of ice hits against your broken nose.

"How noble of you," Lucy laughs.

"Do you have a boyfriend officer Chen?" You ask.

"No I don't," she responds.

"So that means you and I can go on a date," you say.

"You think you're charming don't you," she chuckles, looking back at you.

"I've been told I'm very charming… and you didn't answer the question," you grin.

Lucy doesn't know what to say but she's saved by Aaron pulling into the hospital parking lot.

An hour later you've got your nose put back into its proper place and a discharge order from the doctor.

"Are you going to be pressing charges?" Lucy questions.

"No it's okay, I can't blame him for punching me," you reply.

"I'll call the precinct and tell them they can let him go," Aaron says, taking his phone out and walking away from your bed in the emergency care area leaving you and Lucy alone.

"So about that date," you say raising an eyebrow.

"If I say yes to a date will you stop getting the cops called on you?" She jokes.

"I make no promises," you laugh, "but does this mean you will finally tell me your first name?"

"Lucy, my name is Lucy," she smiles.

"I like that name, I look forward to our date Lucy."

[headkiss]

Hi, love your works. Can you write an angst with fluffy ending where it starts from Steve's douche era. The reader gets teased for stutter. At the end they fall in love. You don't have to write it if you don't like it, it's just me feeling like an angst to read in Valentine's Day and luveline's (Jade) stuttering reader blurb just hyped me up more:)

hiii this is a teeny bit different than what you asked but i hope you like it !!! | 0.8k angst to fluff ( and anon i share your love for jade ( @luveline ) and her writing !!! you can find her blurb here !! )

You avoid going to Scoops Ahoy whenever you end up at the mall.

You’ll walk by, check who’s working, and keep walking every time because Steve always seems to be working. You just tell yourself you don’t like ice cream anymore.

Today marks another trip to the mall. Your parents like to send you there to get things for them, insisting that they’re too busy working to go themselves. You don’t mind so much. It’s nice to get out of the house sometimes.

The part you do mind is having to talk to people, seeing the impatient looks on their faces, getting stressed and making things worse for yourself. You hate it.

You took a long time to get your words out at the last store, and the cashier was clearly annoyed by it, so you decided you needed a break. A breather.

Unfortunately, it being the weekend and crazy busy, the only open bench is in front of Scoops. You sit and keep your head down, your leg bouncing.

Steve notices. He always notices you.

He sees it almost every time you pause in front of the store and then keep walking when you see him inside. It makes his stomach hurt, his heart pinch painfully.

Now’s the only time you’ve stayed near Scoops. The only time he can actually try and talk to you. He turns to Robin and tells her he’ll be right back.

A pair of blue shoes and tall, white socks enter your line of vision. You lift your head and find none other than Steve Harrington standing in front of you. He scratches the back of his neck nervously before sitting down next to you, leaving plenty of space between you.

“Can we talk?” He asks you.

He’s not someone you really wanna talk to. In school, his friends Tommy and Carol gave you endless shit for your stutter, and though he never said anything mean directly to you, he never said anything to stop them, either. Though, you haven’t seen him with either of them in a while.

“What d-do you want to t-t-talk about?” You can’t even look at him despite feeling his eyes on the side of your face.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

That makes you look at him, your head turning to see his soft, brown eyes. They give away his sincerity. You don’t want to trust it.

“Just leave m-me alone, p-p-p,” you stop trying and huff a breath. P is the hardest sound for you. “Please.”

Steve hates the way you look defeated every time you stutter. He hates that he’s part of the reason you feel so awful about something you can’t control.

“You don’t have to say anything. Just listen. Promise.”

You nod, a tiny movement that he catches only because he was looking so closely.

“I should’ve defended you. In school, everytime those assholes said something. I should’ve stopped them, but I didn’t. I was a dick who cared way too much about what people thought. I’m working on that.”

He looks right at you the whole time he speaks, never breaking eye contact.

His words surprise you. You never expected Steve to apologize to you for things he technically didn’t do. You feel tears prick your eyes and blink them away.

“I just want you to know that I know I was awful to you, and you didn’t deserve that.”

“Why are you ap-p-pologizing now?”

“I want to be better. Make amends and all that.”

“L-like rehab?”

He laughs softly at that.

Steve doesn’t understand how you aren’t yelling at him or something. How you can still be so nice when he knows he hurt you. Though, he can’t deny that he’s glad you’re giving him a chance.

He’s always thought you were pretty. Always liked the sound of your voice. He was too stupid to ever do anything about it.

“Something like that,” he says. He slides a little closer to you on the bench, your thighs centimeters apart. “How can I make it up to you?”

“I d-don’t know,” you say, honest and quiet.

“I’d really like to try. To make it up to you, I mean.”

Steve’s voice is much kinder than you’ve ever heard it, and you think, maybe he really has changed. You know he had a falling out with Tommy and Carol and you think it’s clear that it did him some good.

His eyes are really pretty, you also think. They hold a lot of emotion, and you like that you can see part of how he’s feeling just by looking into them.

Like now, you can tell he’s almost pleading with them, pleading to be able to make things better.

“That w-would be n-nice.”

He doesn’t make a single comment about your stutter, doesn’t even show that he hears it. He only smiles hopefully.

“How about free Scoops Ahoy ice cream.”

“For how l-long?” You ask, mostly joking, though your voice is too shy for that to be obvious.

“Until they inevitably fire me.”

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

DEBUT - Invisible

Rafe Cameron x Reader Taylor Swift AU

OMFG I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS.

Warnings: Not with the OBX plot, language, rafe is kinda a douche, not proofread

She can't see the way your eyes, light up when you smile. She'll never notice how you stop and stare whenever she walks by.

You and Rafe had been best friends since kindergarten. Rafe had stopped a group of girls from pushing you around on the playground and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. You and Rafe were now eighteen years old. Through your many years of friendship, you'd seen Rafe develop into a, for lack of a better term, fuck-boy. He'd have sex with basically any girl who would flirt with him, which was a lot.

Now, there was a girl that Rafe just couldn't get enough of. Sofia had just moved to the Outerbanks and had slept with Rafe on her first night here. You had heard all about her, how different she was from any other girl on the island, how gorgeous she was, and of course, what an amazing lay she was.

Rafe was hooked on her. It was odd to you, since in your 13 years of friendship, he had never once had a girlfriend. Now all of a sudden, Sofia was the one.

From your perspective, Sofia didn't seem interested in anything aside from being friends with benefits with Rafe, really only utilizing the benefits part.

And you can't see me wanting you the way you want her, but you are everything to me.

At some point during those thirteen years, you had developed feelings for Rafe. And those feelings turned into an unrequited love. Of course, Rafe had no idea about your romantic feelings toward him, but you thought about him all the time. He was basically your only friend, because everyone else who lived in the Outerbanks was scared of him.

And I just wanna show you, she don't even know you. She's never gonna love you like I want to. And you just see right through me, but if you only knew me, we could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable, instead of just invisible.

You longed to tell Rafe how you truly felt, but you knew there was no way he felt the same. You were the complete opposite of Sofia. She was gorgeous and popular, just Rafe's type. You always let Rafe have the limelight in the friendship, to the point where sometimes you'd feel invisible when around others. But you knew deep down, you and Rafe would be amazing together. He was pining after someone who didn't care, who didn't love him. And it was agony.

There's a fire inside of you that can't help but shine through. She's never gonna see the light no matter what you do.

Sofia just could not see how amazing Rafe was. He was so protective of the people he loved. His family, you, and unfortunately, her. You'd seen her disregard him, fully rolling her eyes at his offer to drive her home after she had gotten too drunk at a party. Later, after they had hooked up while you watched a movie downstairs, he had driven her home, leaving you alone in Tannyhill. When he got back, you had told him and he just said, "No, she was just being Sofia. Didn't wanna leave her friends, ya' know?"

And all I think about is how to make you think of me and everything that we could be.

After he said that you wanted to shake him. Shake him and say, "Rafe she is only using you for your money and for your dick. She doesn't want to be with you. Why don't you realize that?" But you couldn't. Sofia made Rafe happy, and he deserves to be happy after having such a crummy childhood. You couldn't ruin that for him.

And I just wanna show you, she don't even know you. She's never gonna love you like I want to. And you just see right through me, but if you only knew me, we could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable, instead of just invisible.

But all you could think of was how good you and Rafe would be together. You knew everything about him. His favorite movies, foods, what side of the bed he sleeps on, his favorite mug, his coffee order. And Sofia? All she knew about him was the size of the condoms he wears. How is that love?

Like shadows in a faded light, oh, we're invisible. I just want to open your eyes and make you realize.

You and Rafe had decided during Junior year that you'd go to all of your future school dances together. He didn't want to ask a hook-up, afraid they'd get the wrong idea and want a relationship, and you were too scared to ask someone, and everyone else was too scared to ask you because of Rafe.

Your heart broke when Rafe told you the day before Homecoming that he had asked Sofia. He was dropping you off at home after school. You had gotten out of his truck before turning around and leaning your crossed arms on the open window.

"Oh hey, my dress for tomorrow is light blue, so do not wear a tie that clashes or my mom will kill you. She's expecting good pictures."

Rafe looked like a deer in headlights.

"Fuck. I totally thought I had told you, I'm so sorry. I, uh, I asked Sofia to go with me." He looked at you with so much sympathy, truly sorry that he was ditching you.

You willed yourself not to cry, forcing a smile.

"Oh! No, it's totally ok. I mean you like her, so it's only natural you'd want to go with her. Don't worry about it!" You had to stop yourself from rambling. You began to turn away from the window, far too embarrassed to continue the conversation. His hand on your arm stopped you.

You turned back to see him leaning over the center console.

"Hey, you should still come. I'm sure Sofia wouldn't mind, I can text her-"

"Rafe stop. I don't want to third-wheel. Go with her. It's ok. I'll just..." You blink away the tears. "I'll just watch movies or something." You smile. "Just let me know how the night goes, kay?" He nods, not convinced that you're ok, but doesn't push further. You wave goodbye as you walk into your house before letting the tears fall.

I just wanna show you, she don't even know you. Baby, let me love you, let me want you. You just see right through me, but if you only knew me, we could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable, instead of just invisible.

You told your mom that you were feeling too sick to go to the dance.

"But what about Rafe?"

"He found someone to go with, don't worry about him."

You spent the night alone in your room, not paying attention to the movies playing on your laptop. You had sent Rafe a text almost three hours ago and hadn't received a reply. He always texted right back. No matter what.

have fun tonight and don't do anything I wouldn't do... ;)

You contemplated deleting it but ended up deciding not to. You were just being clingy. He was finally on a date with the girl he liked. Of course, he won't reply right away. He'd reply eventually, wouldn't he?

She can't see the way your eyes light up when you smile.

The next morning, you have no texts from him. But his Instagram has a new post of the pictures he had taken with her the night before. Sofia looks gorgeous, in the same light blue color you were planning on wearing. Then, you notice that she isn't looking at him in any of the photos while Rafe is looking at her like she was the love of his life.

You put your phone on Do Not Disturb for the rest of the day, not wanting it to alert you when he eventually texts you back.

fuck, just saw this, so sorry

it was great! thx for being so understanding about the whole date thing

ur literally the best friend ever

YAYAYAY! I know i said i was gonna wait until the ghostface au was finished but while i was away i had so many ideas about this. next chapter is...

Fearless: You Belong With Me

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 13 Part 2

Welcome back! Things are about to get crazy, so let's dive right in!

Is it any wonder the community unanimously decided this was Marcille's chimera-sona? She's cute, she's sky-fish adjacent, she has a flower crown (A hallmark of only the most mentally stable characters). What's not to love? And as Mithrun will agree, snake women are sexy.

Later, Kabru suspects Laios stumbled into saving the world, but my man was seriously planning six steps ahead. He came up with the ultimate plan to kill the ultimate monster.

Marcille is understandably upset that the lion stole her cool outfit. She wanted to show that to Falin later!

Nothing personal kid.

The demon isn't malevolent my ass. It knows what Mithrun wants. It just can't be assed to bother.

I know the right page is the important one, but oh my god. Laios, did you seriously doodle blueprints of your stupid "Falin lives in a hole now" plan? Did you seriously doodle your "female faligon" idea?

Anyway, as is tradition with ultimate chimera appearances, here is another one of my creatures!

I'll leave it to the viewer to try and figure out what inspired this freak.

Of course Laios' takeaway from the succubus was that Scyllas are cool. Fun fact, some of these details are actually relevant. The ability to change shape is apparently how he managed to return to human form, and the poop thing explains why New Melini is forested despite being underwater for 1000 years.

Marcille isn't even surprised at this point. Just deeply disappointed.

Toshiro, why are you smiling? Kabru, that looks more like awe than fear.

Bitch, I'm fabulous.

Marcille, you're the one who created the monster that vores people, that's it's whole job.

Don't worry Marcille. This disaster is due to an incredibly complex confluence of unpredictable events. In other words, it's everybody's fault! Hooray!

God, this is so funny.

Leave my boy alone! At least we can all agree the collar is cool.

Oh, that's a neat detail. Time is stopped for all the humans, but the monsters can still move.

When I first read this, I thought the plan was that now that the lion is in a finite body, we can eat it. Like, I thought that was how it was going to end as soon as they swapped. But Laios is way ahead of me.

Good to see the rest of the party came to the same conclusion I did. And Marcille's eyes are still on the prize.

Famous last words.

Rude.

Yeah, but we're expressing a desire regarding his treatment you raging douche-muffin. You're freaking infinite. We've seen you have the power to pacify monsters peacefully.

It's so fitting, that Laios, our favorite dog, saved the world by eating something he really shouldn't have.

👏Full Circle!👏

Oh Marcille. I'd have thought you'd have learned by now to have a little more faith in your brother-in-law.

Ah, dungeon food. To eat is the privilege of the living. There is no hierarchy.

That sounds like the words of a loser to me.

And that's it for volume 13! Didn't have as much to say as I thought I might. Guess this climax speaks for itself. What a powerful and thematic ending to the demon. See why I'm having trouble figuring out what direction to take my AU? Figuring out the changes to monster of the week chapters is easy. Figuring out how to do the big thematic battles against Thistle and the Demon are hard. It's hard to imagine anyone but Laios prevailing against such opponents.

Anyway, see you next time for the finale! Here, have a couple of extra Marcilles. I thought I would need more of them.

Cannibalism?

A precious image.

[thmles]

| Sunflower.

- You're the sunflower, I think your love would be too much.

[pairing: miles morales x reader]

[warnings: douche bags, slight violence, bullying, rough start to a sweet ending, slightly proofread]

[a/n: hi! i have disappeared for nearly three weeks now and it's bc of life! i somehow managed to meet someone and the past month with them has been really good! life was an emotional rollercoaster and i couldn't really write because i was mostly infatuated and also a wreck? i'm also planning on writing for andrew garfield's spider-man so i may have to rewatch his movies just to refresh my memory. i hope you guys enjoy 🫶🏻]

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You had a history for getting involved with textbook douchebags. From Flash Thompson (a braindead, basketball loving, spoiled bully) to Harry Osborn (a rather good friend of yours who ought to remain just a friend in your opinion.) Flash was one of the worst people to be with. He has a humongous yet fragile ego. He made fun of your fellow classmates who were harmless, including Miles Morales. Miles was a transferee from Brooklyn Middle, which made him the perfect target for a bully like Flash.

“Maybe the broke should go back to where they came from, right?” Flashed yelled as he glanced over at you in hopes of getting your approval. You were all in a classroom, waiting for the next period as your previous class ended early due to the teacher having an emergency at home. You were usually seated next to Michelle, your best friend who unfortunately had to stay at home due to intense cramps. Seeing Michelle’s absence from her usual spot beside you, Flash made it his task to bombard you with mindless questions and insults of your peers. A few of your classmates glanced at your direction, waiting to see your reaction.

With an eyebrow raised you replied, “What are you talking about?” Flash smirked and pointed at Miles’ direction, who was sketching in his sketchbook while music blasted in his headphones. You rolled your eyes. “Just leave him alone.” Flash did not like your response, as he stood up and snatched Miles’ sketchbook. “Hey!” Miles yelled as he made a move to grab his sketchbook to which Flash stretched out his arm to prevent Miles from grabbing it. Miles attempted to grab his sketchbook once more, only to be pushed down his desk. You had enough of Flash and his antics. Standing up swiftly, you walked over to the pair. Flash looked at you intently, waiting for your next move.

“Stop being a dick and just give it back, Flash!” Your voice echoed against the walls of the silent room. You could feel your heart racing as Flash stepped towards you with a glare that could certainly instill fear in anyone. What happened next was a blur, as you were only standing in front of Flash, and the next, you were on the floor with a sharp pain in the back of your head. Your eyes clouded as muffled screams were the last thing you remember.

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A bright light clouded your vision as you slowly opened your eyes. Sitting up, you winced as the back of your head was aching. “I think it’s best if you lay down.” A familiar voice told you. Looking around the room, everything clicks in your mind.You were in the nurse’s office, possibly due to whatever happened earlier. Miles was sitting on a chair beside you, reading a book with his bag on the floor beside him. “I think so too.” Groaning loudly, you gently laid down on the bed, turning to your side to face Miles.

“What happened?” Miles looked up at you. He couldn’t help but stare at your face. You looked so pretty. With the way you looked at him softly, with the gentle voice you have, he was sure to melt in his chair. “Flash pushed you. I-uh,” He stammered out as he looked around the room. With an eyebrow raised, you asked again, “You what?”

“Pushed him against the whiteboard? And maybe broke that board?” With wide eyes, you sat up quickly as you tried to register it. As the back of your head pulsed with pain due to sitting up quickly, you were forced to lay down on the bed again.

“Uhm. How did you do that?” You asked curiously as Miles felt himself heat up. “I mean, no offense, but Flash is double your size, Miles. How can you just push him?” He felt himself shrink under your curious gaze. “Look, that doesn't matter!” He laughed nervously as you raised another eyebrow at him. “Flash got expelled, and your parents and his parents are in the principal’s office,” Miles told you. Rolling onto your back and huffing out a sigh, you looked up at the ceiling. “I appreciate you standing up for me, Miles,” You softly spoke and paused to turn your head and look into his eyes. “I know he’s been causing you some trouble and I honestly should’ve done better.”

He looked at the floor, unsure of what to say. If he was being honest, Flash did bother him. It bothered Miles that Flash was always beside you, trying to gain your attention, attempting to sit beside you during lunch and classes. It irked him so much that the pent up frustration (plus his spidey-powers) was what caused him to react harshly against Flash. Miles knew you deserve better than that attention-seeking douche. If you gave him a chance, you would probably be swept off your feet.

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You and Miles never continued your conversation regarding what you could’ve done better. Your parents had barged into the room thanking Miles profusely before switching their attention to you. As a known neurosurgeon, your dad advised that you stayed home for a week at best to heal your head. It turns out that Miles did in fact break the board of the classroom by pushing Flash against it. According to some rumors, it even escalated, with Miles somehow landing multiple blows. You were pretty sure those were made up since you knew that Miles wasn’t the type to act irrationally. Your classmates had all pitched in to send you a bouquet of lilies and a ‘get well soon’ card. Relatives had also sent their well wishes and close friends sent gifts. Michelle even went out of her way to personally give you her gift, a box of your favorite pizza, some ice cream, and a gossip session.

A particular gift stood out. A lone sunflower with an envelope. It was placed on your desk by your dad along with the other gifts and cards. “‘Get well soon. With love, Miles.’” You read the back of the envelope with a smile. Gently opening the small package, it contained a folded paper. You tugged the folded paper before opening it. With flushed cheeks, you stared at the paper. It was a beautiful drawing of you focused on the board. Your hair was a bit of a mess, with a few strands of hair sticking out. Eyes focused as you bit your lip. At the bottom of the paper, in messy handwriting, it says, ‘My sunflower.'

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You had returned to school after the recommended week was up. Assuring your father that you were feeling fine was difficult. He was worried that you might feel lightheaded or even faint. However, he felt assured remembering that Miles was there for you. Your dad even recommended you go out with Miles as he seemed like ‘a good kid with a good heart, plus he knows how to fight.’ If you were being honest, Miles intrigued you. He was artistic and smart. He was polite and was family-oriented. Miles was a good friend and classmate. And you may or may not have had an eye on him for a while.

A few friends of yours greeted you as you entered the school. Questions of ‘how are you’ and ‘how have you been’ were sent your way to which you replied that you were feeling fine, better even. Your eyes searched the hallway for Miles, hoping to talk to him. As soon as you saw his red bag and headphones, you rushed to his side. A tap on his shoulder was all it took for him to remove his headphones, wide eyed with a nervous smile. “Hey! Y-You’re back!” He stammered. You hummed and gave a small smile, looping an arm around his to pull him as the pair of you walked to your first class of the day.

“So, I received your flower and gift. Thank you for that by the way,” You said and grinned at him as he could feel his cheeks heat up. “But I was wondering…” You trailed off.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna go out for some ice cream after school?” Miles could feel his heart beat faster by the second as his forehead started to swear. You smirked at his nervous state.

“L-Like a date?” He asked to which you responded with a nod.

“Of course! I-I would love to!”

“Great! I’ll go ahead and meet Michelle before I head to class. See you later, sunflower.” You winked before wandering off to meet Michelle at her locker. Miles stood still in the middle of the hallway as people gave him looks of concern. He was sure he was sweating profusely and his cheeks were flushed. “Sunflower, huh?” Ganke’s teasing voice called out from behind him. He groaned in annoyance.

“Shut up, Ganke.”

“Okay, sunflower.”

[footballlover8]

Hii, I was wondering if you could do a Gavi one where you both get into an argument and you stormed out of the house and get into an accident somehow, and Gavi’s worried about you (ending in fluff) pleaseee

Hi! Of course I’m sorry if it’s not completely how you wanted it but I tried and I hope you like it!❤️

Summary:What The request says^^^

Warnings:Swearing, car accident, bad translated Spanish and Portuguese. And maybe some fucked up English along the way😭

A/N: Somehow as I wrote the this I made her Portuguese all of a sudden, then without noticing I mentioned she has two older brothers and she ended up being João and Hugo Félix’s sister. They don’t interact though. She talks Spanish as well obviously. Oh And apparently I made her a footballer, sometimes my fingers completely take over😭

(Not my gif, all credits to the creator!)

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"I'm sorry but I can't control where other people look! If I could I would get every single girls's eyes off of you!" She yelled back clenching her fists in frustration.

"So this is about me now!?" He asked loudly stepping closer to her, making her step backwards. A part of him hurt when she did so.

"This literally is about you Gavi!" Hot Tears running down her face as she aggressively wiped them away.

"Well I'm sorry that some douche was literally looking at you like you were a fucking puta" The words coming out of his mouth took the couple by surprise.

He had never let his anger take so badly over him, usually he was the one who had to calm her down if she was angry at something or someone.

"Você acabou de me chamar de puta, seu pau do caralho!?" Who gave him the fucking rights to call her that?

(Did you just call me a whore you fucking dick!?)

"I have no fucking idea what you just said!" He groaned out of frustration, wanting to know what she said to him.

"Good!" Was all she said as she stormed off into the hallway grabbing a jacket to put on.

"Don't leave! We don't leave this house unless we haven't solved this"

"What is there to solve Pablo!? It's not my fucking problem he stared at me" She defended grabbing her house keys to their shared apartment.

"Y/N don't leave! I'm serious"

"So am I!"

He walked into the hallway were she was trying to find her shoes but both her and Gavi owned a whole shoe shop and on top of that they had the same pair of shoes.

The only difference being his big ass feet. Finally finding a pair that was hers, she slipped them on as Gavi kept on telling her not to leave.

If he could he'd grab her and drag her back into the living room but he knew better than that.

"Bye" she opened the door.

"Y/N we never leave this house not happy with each other! You know that damn well!"

He was about to grab her hand that was on the door handle, but luckily stopping himself before he could. If he touched her, she would explode he had seen her do so with her two older brothers.

"Y/N I'm serious!"

"Bueno! Yo también!" She responded walking out the door. (Good! So am I/Me too)

"Y/-!" As she slammed the door shut in his face he cursed to himself.

He rubbed his temple in not frustration and sadness. It was true the two never left the house or went to bed not happy with each other, so this was very bad.

Meanwhile as he calmed down she was bawling her eyes out as she walked down the street, she didn't have a drivers license. Ever since Gavi got his drivers license she had been his passenger princesa.

So she had to deal with walking, it didn't sound too bad, but she was a girl and it was starting to get dark outside.

Luckily there wasn't anyone on the streets, if there was they would probably look at her weirdly, it wasn't that normal to see a girl bawling her eyes out alone, in the middle of the streets.

The crying came naturally after a big fuss or a fight, it was something she had done since she was a kid. Being angry made her cry, as simple as that.

As well as everything was blurry she didn't wear your glasses. And her sight was not it without them.

If Pablo didn’t get so fucking jealous she would be able to see clearly now.

That’s when she felt two small paws on her legs. She immediately looked down and was met by the cutest little puppy.

“Aww, holá Cariño. Qual é o seu nome?” She asked crouching down to the little puppy. (Hi darling. What’s your name?)

“You don’t have any owners do you Bebe?” She scratched behind ‘his?’ Ear. Looks like a male from what she could see. The puppy jumped up trying to lick her face making her laugh

“I wish I could take you with me but mine and pablito’s schedule is quite busy” she sighed wanting the little guy by her side when she would go home again.

As she stood up again the dog walked away looking behind him too see if she was following. Somehow she followed the guy.

He was about to cross the street and so was she. She looked both sides and didn’t see any cars so she crossed the street but that’s when the little puppy barked.

“What’s wrong mijo?” As stupid as she was, stopped in her tracks completely forgetting that she was in the middle of the road.

She could hear the brakes of a car but it was too late, she was sent flying onto the ground, hitting her head in the process.

“Senioritã!?”

Oh fuck, she thought

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Meanwhile Pablo was cleaning her closet and her bathroom stuff so it would be nice and clean as she liked it.

He did both of their laundry as well, he mopped the bedroom floor and changed the bed sheets. She loved doing that, well not particularly doing it but she enjoyed a clean room and new bed sheets.

He was on his way to make her some hot chocolate but he got a phone call. Hopefully it was his girlfriend. He was reviled when he saw that it was in fact her

“Amo-“

“Hello?”

That did not sound like his girlfriend.

“Hello? You’re not my girlfriend, why do you have my girlfriend’s phone?” He huffed.

Who the hell had taken his girlfriends phone!?

“Señor what’s your name? Your full name? Y/N Félix only had you named as pablito.”

“Who is this?” He asked sternly? His girlfriend didn’t like to hang out with her teammates too much seeing as they were all older than her.

“Señor this is La Maternitat i Sant Ramon Hospital”

His heart stopped.

“What?”

“Is y/n Félix your girlfriend?”

“Yes. What happened!? What’s going on? Is she okey?” He asked pacing around the room.

“She’s okey, but she was in a car accident, it wasn’t too bad. But I don’t know all the details yet I’m just the nurse. Do you want to visit her?”

“Yes! I’ll stay with her until she can go home”

“Okey Señor do you live together? Or are you able to get her some new clothes or anything she might need?”

“Yes, I’ll-I’ll bring a bag” he rushed upstairs to their bedroom.

“Okey, I need to know your name so we can sign you in”

“Pablo Paéz Gavira”

“Okey thank you Señor”

“Thanks bye” He breathed out as he hung up.

As he packed a little bag for her he was blaming himself. If only he hadn’t been so fucking jealous this would’ve never happened.

Aggressively stuffing some fresh clothes and her brush and a phone charger he shut the bag closed and rushed downstairs locking the door and running to his car.

He sped too the hospital and was quickly followed to the room you were in once he got there.

“What exactly happened?” Gavi asked as they stopped at a door.

“Well the person who called the ambulance said she was crossing the streets and then she just stopped in the middle of the road, luckily he was able to brake so it didn’t get worse. He also said there was a puppy there. Do you own a dog?” The doctor asked in the end

What the fuck?

“We don’t have a dog no” He shook his head still in shock.

“Okey well she might not be awake yet, but her foot is broken and she hit her head pretty hard and she has small cuts here and there as well as some bruises. She will have to wear the cast for 6-8 weeks” The doctor explained giving him some papers.

Oh fuck sake. Why did he have to start a stupid argument. She was in so much pain because of something he started.

“Okey thank you so much” Pablo thanked him as the doctor let him in and left them alone.

He frowned seeing her foot wrapped in a cast and small band aids here and there.

He sat down on a chair that was right besides the bed. He looked at her and rubbed his temple.

“I’m so sorry princesa. I’m so so sorry”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen” “I’m so sorry. Now you won’t be able to play football for a while and it’s all my fault” he said holding her hand that was freezing.

“Are you cold!?” He asked standing up as fast as he could.

As if she could hear him and had answered, he found a blanket and tucked her carefully in before sitting down and holding her hand again.

“Did you know that Pedri had to speak English for something he did with adidas? It’s really funny, I’ll show you when you wake up” He knew she probably couldn’t hear him but he wanted to at least pretend that he could talk to her.

“Though the one with your brother is funniest thing ever, where did he even get the ‘H’ from?” Gavi laughed a little to himself.

(I Hope you’ve seen the video😭)

“He’s stupid that’s why” Her voice straddled him. He looked at her seeing her looking at him

“Mi amor. I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have yelled at you just because I was jealous. Look where that got us” He sighed running a hand through her hair

“You tried stopping me it’s my own fault pablito. Not yours. You were right we never leave the house or go to bed not happy with each other. And that’s a rule and I broke it, I’m sorry”

“You have nothing to say sorry for. You were angry because of me-“

“You were also angry, you didn’t leave the house, I did. I’m sorry that I acted immature” She apologized as Gavi caressed her cheek and stroking his thumb over her soft skin.

“Are immature. I don’t think you’ll ever get mature” He joked making her hit him playfully.

“I’m more mature then you” She quickly defended herself

“We both know you’re not. You can barely cook anything, plus I’m not the one saying things in Portuguese so others won’t understand”

“Hey you’ve crossed a line, you’re supposed to be nice to me I’m hurt you know?”

“Oh trust me you won’t have to walk for weeks mi amor” He laughed and she immediately knew he was gonna baby her, which he already kind of did but now even more since she was injured

“Oh god no” she groaned

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“What are you doing up hermosa? You’re not supposed too put weight on your feet” He scolded her lightly swiping her off her feet and carried her back to the bed where they were watching a movie.

“Pablitoooo, I can walk on my own” She groaned.

“he told you not to put weight on your foot. And what did you do?” “You put weight on you r foot” He scolded her once again, while he placed her foot up on a few pillows.

Then he got in besides her and pulled her into his chest and unpaused the movie that the two were watching.

Her hands clutched onto his biceps, which was quite hard. He’s a big man now. “Don’t leave?” She asked hopefully, she was laying way to comfortable in his arms now.

“I’m not gonna leave princesa. I have to take care of you after all. Don’t I?”

She hummed in response while nodding her head.

“Te amo mucho pablito “

(I love you so much pablito)

“ Te amo mucho tambien mi hermosa niña” Hé placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

(I love you so much as well my beautiful girl)

Her eyes tried to stay open but physically couldn’t. He of course noticed this and pulled the duvet more over them. He carefully removed her glasses that was resting on her nose and placed them on the nightstand.

Once he saw that she finally closed her eyes for good he turned off the tv.

He kissed her head softly

“I’m so sorry mi amor te amo mucho, Dulces sueños” He whispered softly running his fingers through her hair. Soon letting sleep take over.

(I love you so much, sweet dreams)

Hi! Hope you liked it even though the end might be a bit weird written I don’t know hahah. But I’m tired as hell😭 have a great day, night or morning❤️

[yagirlwrites]

The Night We Met (The Sounds of a Good Boy Blurb)

Their first meeting! I'm so excited/nervous to hear y'all's thoughts on this one! This is set a while before the first part so a very interesting dynamic between them and a long way to grow before we see them in TSOAGB.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Hope you like it! Let me know your thoughts and if you'd like more blurbs about these two idiots💞

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My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated. Happy reading!🥰

The Night We Met

The party was in full swing. Bodies swaying on the dance floor, drinks and blunts being passed around, music deafening and the air thick with sweat and heat.

She had once again found herself at a frat party she had no interest in attending. It was getting old. Every party was exactly the same, with exactly the same kind of crowd, same forced conversations; ultimately ending with her driving her friends’ drunk asses home.

She loved her friends and that’s the only reason she agreed to spend her Saturday night here; drinking from the same cup of cheap beer she snatched when they first got here, her friends long gone with someone they were gonna hook up with, and she was outside breathing in the fresh air after the stuffiness of the inside.

A guy had come up to her while she was just trying to have a moment of peace and was now talking her ear off about something she didn’t care enough to pay attention to. She was getting annoyed and he was not taking a hint.

“Look, man. I’m not interested okay?” She blurted it out without thinking, but she wasn’t going to take it back, she meant it. She’s not going to hook up with this guy and she doesn’t want to spend any more of her already shitty night getting her energy sucked out of her by the most uninteresting person she’s ever met.

He looked surprised. Like he hadn’t even realized she was capable of speaking, seemed to love the sound of his own voice so much he couldn’t imagine anyone not being interested in what he had to say. She had to repress an eyeroll at his face and just moved away from him walking further out into the backyard.

She assumed she was alone but then she heard a chuckle coming from her left. It was too dark to make out exactly who it was, and frankly she didn’t care. She was looking up at the stars when she heard the footsteps approaching and she couldn’t stop the eye roll that followed. Was there no way for her to get a few moments to herself at this god damn party?

“That was kinda harsh.” The voice spoke, clearly talking to her. She didn’t respond, hoping he’ll just leave if she ignores him. No such luck.

“Poor guy seemed like he was pouring his heart out to you. I think you hurt his feelings.” The tone was more sarcastic than empathetic, and she sighed turning towards him.

Now that he was closer she could somewhat make out his features. He was tall, his hair was peaking out under a backwards cap, he was wearing exactly the same thing as every other frat douche at this party. How original.

His right had was clutching a cup, and a ring caught the moonlight as he brought it to his lips which were pulled into a smirk. She knew they would be, he sounded smug. She looked in his eyes with a blank stare, daring him to keep going, making it painfully obvious how much she didn’t care for his opinion.

“Do you like to hurt guys’ feelings?” He questioned, ignoring her stare, determined to get a response out of her.

She knew this. She should just walk away and not give him what he wants. So that’s exactly what she does. She turns away from him heading back inside with the full intention of finding her friends and getting the hell out of there. He doesn’t follow or make any more comments as she enters through the back door.

She knew it was going to end up a fruitless endevour. After about 20 minutes of searching through the sweaty bodies and the crowded rooms with no luck she made her way into the kitchen which seemed to hold a lot less people. Finding a clean cup and getting some water, she leaned against the counter pulling out her phone and texting her friends for the 3rd time. She didn’t expect an answer though. She decided she was done here and after she had her drink she was going home wheather those girls answered her or not.

As she was typing out the texts to let her friends know she was leaving, she could feel eyes on the back of her head. She glanced over her shoulder seeing the same guy from earlier perched on one of the barstools on the other side of the counter. She sighed. This fucking guy again. She wanted to turn back around and keep ignoring him but he pulled out that cocky smirk again and she got an intense urge to wipe it off his face.

She turned, her body fully facing him now. Leaning towards him on he counter, hands under her chin eyes taking him in. She shamelessly ran her eyes over his figure. Checking out his tanned biceps and veiny arms, the way his shirt clung to his chest. He’s clearly fit, not doubts about that. She took on his fingers, slim and long and that ring was golden and shiny under the kitchen light. Her eyes followed the veins in his neck, seeing his Adam's apple bob as he tried to subtly swallow under her gaze. Next came his chin, bit of stubble, mouth, pink and plump, shiny with remnants of whatever was in his cup, covering his upper lip a small moustache. She could see some freckles on his nose and cheeks, his cheekbones sharp. His hair was dirty blond as far as she could tell from what peaked out under his hat.

Lastly she met his eyes. They were blue with green swirling in them. And they were still looking at her. But he was no longer smirking, he looked serious, maybe even a little nervous. This pleased her greatly. Mission accomplished.

Seems he wasn’t expecting her to so blatanly check him out. He felt bare and vulnerable under her heavy gaze and it left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. He was desperate for her to pay attention to him earlier and now that she had it shook him.

He was holding her stare, unwilling to back down still. His ego wouldn’t let him.

She gave a non commital hum in response and smiled at him. It was a smile of a woman who had nothing to prove and every intention of fucking with his head. He thought he could play games with her and instead he was feeling like her prey. The smile on her face was beautiful, she was beautiful, but her eyes were fiery and they screamed danger.

Something deep within him stirred at the way she was looking at him. Like she could devour him without breaking a sweat and leave him behind without looking back. He recognized that look. It was the same way he had looked at girls countless times before. Like they were mere playthings, to have fun with and move on once he got bored. He didn’t like being looked at like that. He didn’t like her looking at him like that. But he couldn’t look away, it was like he was in a trance.

She could see the effect her gaze had on him. He was no longer a smug smirking asshole. He was still and rigid like it was taking everything in him not to break down. He was holding her stare but she could see the emotions swirling in his eyes. He seemed to be feeling a lot of them.

He was very pretty. She couldn’t deny it. He was attractive. He looked exactly like the kind of guy that was probably more than capable of satisfying a woman and he knew it. But her appetites were different and she wasn’t sure he could handle that. So she pushed away the urge to run her fingers over his pretty face and pushed back from the counter. Her phone buzzed in her hand, surprisingly her friend was calling.

“Hello?” She answered the call, struggling to make out the voice on the other side through the noise.

“I’m outside. Can you take me home please?”

She could sense there was something wrong with her friend so she moved into action.

“I’ll be right there.” She hung up, grabbed her cup of water in case the girl needed it, pocketed her phone and made to leave.

“Is your friend okay?” She heard him ask as she was half way to the door. It was the first time he spoke since their interaction outside. He sounded genuine, like he was concerned. That almost threw her but she had other things to deal with. So she simply said

“I don’t know.” And left him there without another look.

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It had been nearly a week since the party and he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Truth is, he had noticied her as soon as she walked through the door that night.

She was with her friends, two girls, she was smiling at them and she looked like she was having a good time. She was very pretty, he noticed that right away- but there was an energy about her that drew his eyes back to her throughout the night. He couldn’t look away for long, she was mesmerising.

He watched her dance with her friends, dodge guys and sip from the same damn cup for almost 2 hours. He felt like a a creep, but he couldn’t help it. Her clothes were tight in all the right places, curves taunting him. The way she swayed her hips and ran her fingers through her hair had him in a trance. He tried snapping out of it, he really did.

There was a girl talking to him, not the first one that night either. She was pretty and she was into him and she was paying him attention, but no matter how hard he tried to focus on the way her body was leaning into him or the way her hand was wrapped around his arm- his eyes couldn’t stop searching for her.

The girl noticed this, it was hard not to, and left. It was the third time that night his intentions of getting laid where hindered by her. Or more himself, really. He couldn’t blame her for something she had no control over, he wasn’t that delusional. He felt pathetic and his frustration started bubbling up. What was he doing? Staring at some girl across the room like a loser. It had become painfully clear that she was the one he wanted that night. So what was he doing? He was Rafe motherfucking Cameron. He didn’t stand on the sidelines hoping some chick would pay him attention. If he wanted something he went after it and he got it. And he wanted her.

So he decided to finally act on it. Just in time too, she seemed to be losing interest in the party. Her friends were gone now and she looked bored and over it. So he took his chance and made for her, but before he was even half way there he was pulled away by his friend for shots or something else he was not interested in and he wanted to punch something. Gimme a fucking break.

After forcing down a shot to appease his friends he excused himself and left, intending to finish what he started. But she was gone. He searched for her in the crowds of people and he couldn’t find her anywhere. He couldn’t believe after all the staring he’d been doing that he actually lost her. His feet were taking him out the back sliding doors before his mind could catch up. He supposed it was a good idea, to catch a breath and calm down. He was acting like an idiot over some girl he hadn’t even actually met.

As soon as he stepped outside he felt calm though. He didn’t know what it was, maybe the cool air filling his lungs or the noise of the party being dulled, but he felt like he was finally at peace. But then he heard a voice, some guy standing off the side talking to someone he couldn’t see. He couldn’t make out what he was saying but he wanted him to shut the fuck up. Whoever he was talking to seemed to agree, because their words cut his rambling.

“Look, man. I’m not interested, okay?” It was a girl, she sounded incredibly bored and her tone was cold. Ouch. That must have stung, he thought. He couldn’t help but think her voice sounded nice to his ears.

Then the girl moved and he saw her. His breath caught in his throat as he realised it was her. The same girl who had held his attention for hours, same girl he thought had left and he would never see again. Never get a chance again. But here she was. Now standing closer to him in an effort to escape that douchebag. He was in the dark so she hadn’t seen him. This was it. This was his chance.

He couldn’t help but look back at the guy she had just left, he looked flustered and embarrased as he abruptly turned and went back inside. He chuckled at that. What a pussy.

She had heard him now, she knew he was there. It meant he had to move, before she pegged him for a creep hiding in the dark like that. But all of a sudden he was nervous and all the usual smooth words escaped him. He was never nervous around girs, he had plenty of reasons not to be. He could get whoever he wanted. So he didn’t quite get why his brain wasn’t cooperating now.

He forced himself to say the first thing he could think off. Break the ice, start a conversation, then he’ll be fine. He’ll know what to do once the ball’s going.

“That was kinda harsh.” He wasn’t sure why that left his mouth. There was no turning back now though, he had to commit. Stupid.

“Poor guy seemed like he was pouring his heart out to you. I think you hurt his feelings.” He said as he stepped closer to her.

He wanted to wince. What the hell was he doing. He sounded like he was taunting her. It wasn’t what he was going for at all but now that it was out there he could only think of one way to turn it around. He was about to make a flirty joke but then she looked at him.

It was the first time that night she had looked at him and his heart was racing a mile a minute. She was even prettier up close. Moonlight reflecting her features in the dark. She gave him a quick once over, a bored look on her face. He didn’t like that at all. She held him in her clutches all night and she was going to look at him like he was nothing interesting at all? He felt angry and now he kind of wanted to taunt her, get a reaction that was someting other than this.

“Do you like to hurt guys’ feelings?” His words were aimed to cut, to provoke, to push her buttons. He needed her attention. He was desperate for it. Even if it meant getting her anger.

But it never came. She just turned around and left him standing there, without so much as a backwards glace. She had left him in the cold, and all of a sudden he no longer felt that calm from before. The air stung going down his lungs and the bitter taste of his own stupid words lingered on his tongue. What had he done?

After that abysmal encounter he decided to dull the ache with booze. He made himself at home in the small kitchen, not feeling up to socialising. Wanting to simply be left alone with his drink to lick his wounds.

He had no idea what the fuck happened out there. He got completey fucking blanked. She made him feel small and irrelevant and he felt pathetic at the thought. Who the fuck was she to make him feel like that? And more importantly why the fuck did he care?

Sure he usually got what he wanted, not experiencing rejection often but on the rare occasion it happened - after the initial sting, he didn’t dwell on it. He knew there were plenty of other girls who wanted him and he’d smoothly move on to the next one. But he couldn’t shake her off. His mood was sour and he was angry with her, but mostly with himself.

He decided he needs to snap out of his moping and bite the bullet, call the night a bust and get going. Usually he wasn’t one to give up on having a good time but he really didn’t feel like enduring any more of this party when his mood was ruined.

His thoughts kept flitting back to her though, frustrating him further. He was sure she had left now and he would probably never see her again. It was a pretty big campus, and if he hadn’t seen her before tonight there’s no reason to believe he would again. The thought was supposed to soothe him, he wouldn’t have to be reminded of the embarrassment he felt tonight if he ran into her again. But it ended up causing a sting in his chest, he wasn’t sure why. Why would he want to see her again? She’s a bitch. He decided.

And just as he was beginning to believe it the kitchen door opened and the woman of the hour made her way inside. She was standing right across the counter from him, back turned, looking at her phone. He couldn’t believe this. For fuck’s sake. But a small part of him, part he chose to ignore, was recognising that fluttery feeling in his stomach as butterflies.

He didn’t speak. He just stared at her. Both annoyed and nervous. There he was again, unable to take his eyes off the girl who doesn’t even notice he exists. His frustration was bubbling up. She’s so fucking annoying.

As if she could feel his stare on her she finally took a quick look over her shoulder and her eyes landed on him. He could see she was annoyed and her quiet sigh further confirmed it. He smirked. She wasn’t indifferent after all, she’s was just very good at pretending.

The realisation made that fluttery feeling in his gut get stronger. Maybe this wasn’t a total bust after all - angry sex is damn good. Maybe his night was finally looking up. He was about to open his mouth when she turned, facing him fully and his breath caught in his throat at the way she was looking at him.

He could feel her undressing him with her eyes, gaze painfully slowly running over every visible inch of his body. She looked cool and shameless and completely in control of the situation. The heat in her eyes made him feel vunerable and he could feel his skin flush in their path. She took her sweet time taking him in and it was making him feel all sorts of things. Flustered? Turned on? Annoyed? Naked.

All that and more. It was as if she could transform him into a puddle of anxious nerves and overwhelming arousal simply with her presence and that look in her eye.

A hum was all he got from her. And then she smiled. And by God those butterflies were having a field day.

He could see a danger behind that beautiful smile. The way she was looking at him was making him feel everything at once. He was turned on and scared and excited and it felt like he would burst from all the emotions running through him. His insticts were telling him to run away from her gaze, his ego telling him that he should be wanting to tame her instead of wanting to lay at her feet and see what she gives him for it. He had no clue where that thought came from. He was conflicted and he was sure it could be seen written all over his face. She unhinged him. This was uncharted territory. But something in him was screaming at him that he really should see where it goes.

But before he had the chance to make a real decision - to respond, do anything really - her phone was ringing and she was turning away from him, breaking the spell he was under and leaving him more confused than before. What even just happened?

He could hear her tone change from mildly irritated to worried, not sure how he managed to pick up on any of that given she never even spoke to him, but he did. He noticed the shift in her and his heart stopped for a moment. Something was wrong.

She was on the move then, grabing her stuff and heading out of the kitchen without looking back at him. And even though that should have angered him, her leaving him in the dust again, it didn't. All he wanted to do was follow. Help. Something. Anything.

"Is your friend okay?" His words surprised both of them.

She looked at him then, a look he hadn't seen on her before. There was something new there. Something slightly vulnerable perhaps. His breath caugh in his throat at the sight. It didn't last long however, barely a moment before she trained her expression back to a scowl. It was brief but he memorized it, wondering why it was she was so determined to keep herself so closed off all the time. She had been doing it all night, he could tell it was a well practiced act. He wondered if he would ever get to see beneath it. He wanted to. Badly.

And then she spoke.

"I don't know."

He was stuck there, long after her abrupt departure, shellshocked. Her voice made shivers run down his spine, in a thrilling and unfamiliar way.

It was such a brief interaction. Three words that had nothing at all to do with him, that were nothing special. But he didn't care. All he could focus on was how they made him feel. And how badly he wanted to see her and hear her again. It was as if he could feel himself develop and addiction from one fleeting shared moment. It was insane. And yet he couldn't deny it. There was something about her that made him want to get lost in the hopes that she might find him.

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or maybe joe knows deep down that his gravy train has officially come to an end so he's trying to gin up extra press. He was doing all the storm and stress... woe is me pre ttpd only to be relegated to a footnote because he was that boring. Taylor ain't sweating that man and let me get my Will Smith voice on, he should keep travis kelce and t swifts name out his freaking mouth. He's a loser for this as far as I'm concerned and these comments cemented why I will never like him. How about he take a hike huh. Travis and Taylor are out living their lives. Yall don't like - look elsewhere. There are other musicians to stan but Tay is very much her millennial self and Travis matches her freak. Pretentious douches like Joe can mauld in misery. Like boy bye. Leave Tay alone, stop talking about her joe alwyn, booooo

Ah yes, press-hungry joe alwyn who never leveraged his position as taylor swift’s boyfriend to catapult himself into higher levels of fame, who waited over a year for the heat to die down before he made a fairly neutral statement about the break up (mostly directed at the rabid fans too)

tell me how he acted all woe is me pre ttpd? By staying silent ie not doing anything to twist the narrative in his favour, unlike what taylor did with you’re losing me? It’s almost as though a rational person would sympathise with him by default…

personally I disagree that a boyfriend of 6 years was just a footnote in taylor’s life. so long London only scrapes the surface of the complicated feelings she had about him, and it shows how difficult the break up was for her. I think what a lot of people forget is how he was there for her when no one else was in 2016, so you’re just flat out wrong abt him being boring idk what to tell you

since your brought up the will smith incident, let’s do a little comparison! Chris rock made a joke at a highly publicised event. Joe alwyn was having a conversation in a semi-private setting which was not intended to reach the ears of the public. He was in his right to say what he did so I don’t know what inference you’re drawing from his comments or the reason why you never liked him.

And I think you could stand to follow your own advice. Don’t like what someone said about one of your faves? Look elsewhere! You can’t control what people think or want to talk about lmao it’s not even unethical or immoral. as you said, as long as taylor and Travis love each other and find happiness in one another, what does it matter what anyone has to say about them? He is leaving taylor alone like??? Idk how to explain it more than this

Idk if he is a pretentious douche and I see no substantial reason to believe he is so idk what you’re taking about. Also please touch grass. Why are you ripping a guy to shreds over a singular comment he made not to the public, all to defend a grown woman who’s in her own happy relationship?

[bordysbae]

25 & 36 with barzy please?🥹

“only crazy for you”

mathew barzal x reader

25. “i got in a fight because of you”

26. “i thought you cheated, i’m sorry”

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you and your boyfriend mat like to workout at the gym together whenever possible. usually mat is helping you workout since he gets plenty of work on his body every week, so this usually tells the other girls and guys to back off since he doesn’t really leave your side. today was different though. you wanted to lift, and mat wanted to run so you guys decided to go separate ways for today, obviously keeping an eye on each other.

“excuse me? are you done using those weights?” you ask the man setting up his bar. “oh yeah here, do you want help?” “oh sure thank you!” you smile, as he begins to lift the weights onto your bar. “are you lifting alone?” he asks. “oh uh yeah, but don’t worry it’s okay” “i’m not trying to sound like an ass, but i’d feel really bad if something happened, not that i think anything would happen but still, can i spot you?” “oh no don’t worry i think i’m okay” “no please i insist, you’re lifting a lot” “uh fine, thank you” you smile awkwardly as you lay down on the bench. you begin lifting, and the man keeps trying to help you lift the bar even though you don’t need it. “i got it, thanks though” “sorry, just instinct” he chuckles, making you laugh awkwardly.

mat see’s you with the other guy and gets really angry. instead of doing anything about it, he starts talking to another girl, offering to help her. of course she says yes, giving him major goo-goo eyes. when you finish your set, you sit up and see mat with the pretty blonde girl. you instantly get insecure, and the man helping you sees that. “everything okay?” he asks you, sitting on the bench next to you. “yeah i’m fine, you can go back to lifting thanks for the help.” you say, visibly uncomfortable. he scoots closer to you, and your heart beings to race. “what’s wrong? no pretty girl should be upset” “please stop, i have a boyfriend” “that guy? doesn’t really look like he’s you boyfriend when he’s all over that girl” he shrugs. you scoff and stand up as an attempt to get him to leave you alone, but he doesn’t. he stands up too and faces towards you. “cmon, i can treat you better than him” “please stop” you plead stepping back, but he only steps closer. “she said stop, asshole.” a familiar voice says from besides you. you look up and you’re met with a very pissed off mat.

“oh you’re one to talk, all over some other chick while your girl was over here upset. you’re one hell of a boyfriend” the other boy chuckles. “oh fuck you! don’t tell me how to act in my own relationship!” mat says, before punching the other guy. audible gasps are heard from around the gym, and quickly the other guy starts throwing punches back. you yelp out of shock, and before you know it employees and other people in the gym are breaking up the fight.

obviously mat and the other guy get kicked out of the gym, and now you’re doing the walk of shame out of the gym with a livid mat at your side. you guys get into the car and you sigh. “mat what the fuck was all that?” you laugh, still in shock. “i thought you were into that douche, so i started helping that other girl, which i regret. it was obvious that guy wasn’t leaving you alone, but i acted on emotion instead of logic. i should’ve been there to help you, and i’m really sorry y/n” “it’s okay but maybe you should work on controlling emotions and not punching someone? this is real life, not a game of hockey” you chuckle, mat doing so as well as he pulls out of the parking lot. “i guess i can try, but no body touches my girl, then it’s game over.” “oh mat, i love you. even if you can be a little crazy” “only crazy for you”

[thetisming]

& Juliet characters in canon

disclaimer: this is partly MY interpretation, and other things that are just directly from the show. you can interpret these characters however you please. this is to avoid mischaracterization but different interpretations and mischaracterization are not the same

Juliet:

a hopeful and optimistic girl who feels that she has something in her future thats worth living for, who also gets confused and overwhelmed when a lot is happening, like when shes engaged to Francois after just 1 day. she also denies that she still loves Romeo, but when the quill is broken it's immediately obvious that she does still love him. shes loves to connect with people and make friends, as shown by her immediate connection with Francois. she loves Angelique, April/Anne and May a lot.

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Romeo:

a bit of a douche but a lover at heart, who cares deeply for Juliet even if he doesnt want to fight for her. he starts as a liar but is genuinely respectful when Juliet says she can't love him until Shakespeare influences him. not the brightest, but a hopeful romantic and quite dramatic. he loves Juliet, most likely more than he loved his past lovers. he calls himself a lover rather than a fighter, but does end up fighting for her, or at least trying to. hes shown to care very deeply about Juliet and connects with her futher in One More Try.

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Anne:

a woman who was abandoned by her husband to take care of their two daughters alone, and since she is a (practically) single mother she has veey little freedom over her life. she just wants for her husband to return, so she takes over his play in desperation. she cares deeply for Juliet and wants to give her the life she can't have. shes fun loving and enjoys making puns, dancing and throwing glitter, but doesn't often express this as herself, instead as a character April.

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William:

again, a bit of a douche who leaves his wife and family for his work and is implied to be cheating on her. he cares about his work to the point of not being able to say he cares about his wife more than his work, but he ends up showing her that he appreciates her and respects her and ultimately does love her very much. he enjoys making puns and quoting himself. he writes sonnets about men often and only one about Anne. he was poor growing up and only has one outfit throughout the show. he insists upon keeping the ending of his play the same, but gives in to Anne eventually. he battles her throughout the show before talking to her and apologising.

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Angelique:

a woman who cares very deeply for Juliet and puts her first, no matter what she might have to give up. she's falling in love with a man she had an affair with about 13 years ago. shes a very strong person who knows what she wants, although again she might not choose to get it if that means distracting her from Juliet. she wants her to stop dwelling on Romeo and she says not to look back on the past, both about herself and Juliet. despite this, she looks back on her time with Lance and discovers that she's still in love with him. she puts herself second until the end of the show where Juliet tells her to focus on her own life. she still stays by her side and tells her she always will.

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Lance:

a father who cares for his son and wants the best for him, but hes not always good at showing that. he's a romantic who loves Angelique and has for a long time, and is now falling in love again. he wants Francois to have a good life, but Francois doesn't tell him that his idea of a good life isn't the life Francois wants. he pushes marriage onto Francois to avoid him being sent to war, but eventually accepts his son for who he is. hes a caring man and a good, if misguided, father. he can be angry with Francois when he goes against him, but it comes from a place of care (for the most part)

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May:

a person who doesn't feel like they can be loved, but falls in love easily. their gender effects their life and self esteem, and they point out to Francois that theyre not a girl because they feel that he might be kissing them while thinking that, and then they're surprised when he says it doesn't matter. they want to fight for Francois, most likely because hes the only person that theyve ever felt loved by romantically. they trust Juliet and feel comfortable to tell her things, including trying to tell her about them and Francois. theyre one of the characters in the show who would be considered a fighter, and theyre dramatic as shown in I Kissed A Girl.

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Francois:

Francois is someone who is often scared, but denies it up until confident. he gets called scared by both Lance and Juliet, but corrects them by saying shy and surprised, respectfully. hes scared of his father, but he wants to make him happy and he wants him to be proud of him. he doesnt want to go to war and instead opts to propose to Juliet. hes more of a lover than a fighter, and although he loves May he can't bring himself to fight for them until the wedding, where he calls it off and then reconnects with his father and tells him May is his true love. he's very honest and caring, and also one of the characters who isnt particularly dramatic. he's shaped by his queerness and he discovers it, or allows himself to explore it, throughout the show.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Guess who almost threw hands with a bigot on the bus tonight!

I was on my way home from knitting club and there was a douche canoe taking up half the priority seating and nearly all of the aisle on the bus, trying to pick fights with anyone who brushed past. A skinny little brown guy squeezed in beside him and bumped another rider. He apologised and took out a book to start doodling while fidgeting and rocking in place.

Douche canoe blew up on him, getting louder and ruder when skinny guy refused to engage beyond rocking and fidgeting harder. When he started calling him a bunch of different slurs, I snapped and told him to shut the fuck up and leave the man alone. Which naturally got douche canoe's attention on me.

Now, there's a thing about me. If someone is trying to harass me, I just ignore it. It's not worth my effort to do anything but tune them out and fume about it later. But if someone else is being harassed? I turn into a real Tiger. I have no concept of personal safety. I will (and have) put myself in the way of a threat to keep it off of another person.

So when this guy said that 'A slap should shut you up, bitch. You need to learn to mind your business.' I called his bluff. "Try me. Just fucking try me, asshole." I was already taking my coat off to get my arms free.

Which is, I guess, when he realised that I was fully prepared to stand up to him and that it would end one of two ways. Either I- a currently femme-presenting cripple who has just thrown down their knitting and was now limbering up because they were not the slightest bit scared of him- was in fact going to beat the shit out of him, or a bus full of people was about to witness him assaulting the femme-presenting cripple.

Instead, he bolted off the bus at the next stop.

I wish I could say 'And then everyone on the bus stood and cheered' but most of them barely looked up from their phones. Skinny guy thanked me, I picked up my yarn, and went back to knitting for the rest of the trip.