#we’re gonna push through 🤣

[haisuken]

sup gamers 🫵🏽

[cheolhub]

IM STUPID i thought you meant we can send in a max of three number and member pairings for you to choose from for ur milestone event 🧍‍♀️pls ignore my first ask (ONLY IF U HAVENT GOTTEN TO IT YET AJDJSK)

can i have “Could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” For gyugyu 🥺 i still haven't recovered from the oneshot you posted yesterday 🧍‍♀️

FWB!MINGYU

prompt. “could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

wc. 915

warnings. fwb!gyu, fem!reader, mirror sex, jealousy, possessiveness, gyu is a bit rough, dirty talk, pet names, cumshot, tears, kinda angsty? — MINORS DNI 18+

note. god u sent this the first week of march for my THREE KAY event… now im at 4k, and i am so sorry 🤣 anyway this wasn’t proofread and it’s literally a mess, but i hope u like it anyway ;-; thank u sm for requesting (even if it did take me 8 years to get to haha)

“would you look at that?” mingyu laughs against your ear. “might wanna redo your makeup once i’m done, baby, you’ve cried it all off.”

he’s not wrong. when you open your eyes and take in the sight in front of you and nearly choke on a sob. you’re a mess– smeared eyeliner, mascara staining your cheeks and lipstick smudged around your mouth– no longer ready for your date. the one that starts 15 minutes from now. 

when you’d told mingyu– a friend who you occasionally frequently fuck– you were ready to start dating again, he thought you were bluffing. how could you want to date anyone else when he was right in front of you? you and him are practically dating– you go out and do couple-y things then you go back to one of your places and you fuck– you just lack the label. 

and that’s because both of you needed something sexual, but neither of you were ready for a relationship.

now that you are– now that you’re going on a date with some fucker who probably doesn’t even deserve you– he’s upset. beyond upset, actually. he’s livid. 

that’s why he bent you over your bathroom’s vanity, pushed your dress up and makeup products to the ground and thought to prove himself to you.

now his hand tugs at your hair, essentially forcing you to stare at yourself while he reduces you to a mess like he does every time his cock is inside of you. 

“mmh, could he make you feel as good as i do, huh? you think he knows how to make this pretty pussy feel good?” the question comes through gritted teeth and it finally clicks in your dumb little brain. “i don’t fucking think so.”

“y-you’re jealous?” you’re able to ask, though it’s choked. his reply never comes, but his thrusts get harsher– merciless– and you take it as a wordless admission, crying out your next words, “me ‘n you are jus’ friends, g-gyu!”

he tugs at your hair harder and the other hand that resides on your waist squeezes your skin gratingly. “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” he replies, voice hushed and raw with emotion. 

you do. you know it. you and mingyu are glued at the hip both figuratively and literally. there’s no one on the earth that makes you feel a quarter of what you feel for him. and you also know there isn’t a single man who could fuck you as well as mingyu does. 

but when you told him you wanted to start dating, he brushed you off with a “yeah, right,” and it made you believe that there wasn’t a chance with him. you figured that the idea of you and mingyu being together was simply a dream that would never happen.

though, you’re not so sure anymore because he’s spewing out possessive words faster than you can comprehend while his cock stirs you up. 

what you didn’t know was that you’ve always had mingyu in the palm of your hand. he was whipped. wrapped around your finger. he doesn’t want to share you– he never has.

“he’s never gonna make you feel this good,” he confidently states. “you’re made for me.” 

“fuck!” you cry, tightening around his cock at the affirmation. “mingyu, please!”

“that’s it, pretty, say my fuckin’ name.” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you as his mind runs away from him. “look at me and tell me how much you like it.”

your eyes nearly cross as they try to find him in the mirror, but when they land on his, you feel yourself grow even hotter. “love it. i love it, gyu.”

he smiles triumphantly like he’s won the lottery. he’s sure that this is better, though. you? admitting to the fact that you love the way he fucks you? fucking priceless. 

“yeah? you love my cock?” he asks, cockily, yet he knows the answer. 

you give him a broken nod, “so much!”

“why don’t you cum for me, baby. cum all over this cock ‘n show me how much you love it.” he coaxes breathily, continuing to fuck you into oblivion. 

you can’t stop yourself as soon as you hear his request. the tight coil in the pit of your tummy comes undone as you sob out his name. you trap his twitching cock between his spasming cunt all the while he fucks you through your blinding orgasm. every second feels more euphoric than the last, more tears running down your face at the pleasure. 

mingyu isn’t far behind you with the way you grip him so heavenly. he’s quickly pulling out, the hand in your hair coming to wrap around his cock. you whine at the loss of his warmth, but you’re pleasantly surprised when you hear the lewd noise of his hand vigorously pumping himself and the sounds of his pretty groans. 

he lets out a string of curses, hand moving quicker before his body jerks and his ribbons of his cum spurt out. some of it lands on your bare ass, but the majority ends up on your date outfit. he can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s ruined your pretty outfit. one meant for someone who isn’t him. 

“actually, i think you should cancel your date.” he pants. “ be sure to tell him that you’re taken now.”

he watches the way you nod and he can’t help but feel proud of himself. you’re his and he’s yours. 

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[death-stranded]

i’ve been double-teamed by both @nihil-ism & @demonrunningwild to post 5 things that make me happy. (that’s one thing to add to the list 😏)

i did one of these recently but i cant even remember what i put on it so i’ll try give a bit more insight to my answers:

coffee

there may be a caffeine addiction at play here but coffee honestly just makes me happy. i’m not fussy about what kind, but i prefer them strong, hot, and black as my damaged wee heart 🖤

and i love being a total homo with a tasty ice coffee (especially because i hate the sun and hot weather.)

there are elements of grounding techniques from the taste, smell and sensations that i learned during therapy that i think contribute to the overall experience for me.

(also when i’m feeling self destructive i love pushing myself over the edge with caffeine anxiety attacks, but i don’t think that’s very ‘happy’ lol.)

video games

i’ve been such a gamer since i was a child and as i’ve grown up i’ve found myself using these experiences as a way of processing things i’m dealing with. i love good storytelling and also overcoming challenges and problem solving.

i typically tend to play 3 main genres: survival horror, fantasy/rpg, and souls-like action-rpgs.

i love scary things and the sense of achievement i get from surviving my way through a horror game, i always find these characters more relatable because of the ordeals they’re facing.

i get really emotional playing huge fantasy games set in incredible worlds, and i love the archetype of light versus dark - which is why my faves are mainly from the final fantasy franchise, with casts of wonderful characters fighting together against otherwordly adversaries.

the reason i love souls-like games is because of the beauty in the stories, lore, and world design, but also the intense difficulty level, forcing you to keep trying over and over until you finally succeed. i once saw a youtube video where someone spoke about how dark souls helped them battle their depression and it really spoke to me too.

my bf

we’ve been together over 10 years now, which is a lifetime away from my unstable love life during my teens-early 20s, with several bfs, more awful first-dates than i can remember, and more one night stands than i even want to try and remember 🤣

we’re very different people and i used to struggle with this in the beginning, but over the long term we’ve given eachother some parts of what we’re each missing. i’ve changed so much during our relationship and he has been the right partner to keep me grounded during some extremely difficult personal development. i’ve engaged with treatment for my mental illnesses, now over 1.5ys sober, become more responsible, and learned to take better care of myself in general. i like having someone who i can take of, to work on improving myself so i can bring more happiness to his life too, and we really work together to try and make things a bit easier on us both.

even after 10+ years i still struggle with those ‘frantic fears or abandonment (real or imagined)’ on an almost daily basis, but our life together has helped me to find some kind of manageable stability.

autumn

my favourite time of year, mainly because i don’t like sunshine and warm weather. winter is nice but i don’t enjoy christmas so i find it all quite stressful.

autumn is the right balance for me because i love dressing in layers, and it’s the right colour palette for me with reds, blacks, and dark oranges. i love chunky knitwear, plaid shirts, scarves, and big black boots.

i also love all the seasonal coffees and things that show up, and i loooove halloween.

people around me always seem to be depressed when summer is over, but i know i’ve always felt different to average people and i feel more at home when the weather is colder, darker, are more uncertain. i hate summer, so i’m usually depressed during those months haha.

butt stuff

alright, i was gonna try keep it wholesome but honestly this is just me, and it’s a serious answer lol.

i’m really self-conscious about my body but i feel confident and powerful when it comes to my butt 😅🥹 i love cute underwear that enhances my features haha.

when i was younger i used sex as a replacement for self-esteem, to try and make people like me, but there are still things from those times that i carry into a healthier relationship today.

on a much, much more serious note, i like the agency i get from being in control of my body (and what goes into it lol.)

i’m also not an athletic person but i’ve set myself goals and challenges to overcome in different ways 🥴

i have a bit of a collector mentality, at one point in time i had like 40-50 or so toys, but i’ve de-cluttered down to a single drawer of dildos and a toolbox of other items.

but like, i have such variety for my different moods that it actually does make me happy. you could say i’m finding more creative ways to fill that black-hole void in my heart 😏 i love my cute comfy small plugs for video gaming days, my bigger boys for when i have too much energy, my really big boys for when i’m up for a challenge, the escapism of a fantasy/monster dildo, and i always feel like a good boy when i’m wagging my tail plug 🐶

thanks for tagging me cuties 😘 i hope i didn’t gross anyone out 🥹

[lipglossanon]

these are all the bondage related ideas i’ve had so strap in, it’s gonna be a spam fest lmao,,,,,, dark!stepdaddy leon loves when you fight back and scratch him and tell him no and all that but what if,,, what if one day you’re just so bratty and pushy he just decides (idk why my brain decided their house had a basement but for the plot we’re going with it) to talk to mom about making a second office in the basement because Government Things™️ are to be kept private but instead he just turns it into a sound proofed room with a bed that ~definitely~ doesn’t have the proper hardware to tie someone to it 🫣 and various other things like his knife collection, for safe keeping 🙂, extra safe keeping 🙂, and shows you it one day after you’re mothers at work and threatens you with what he’ll do if you try to be a brat again which you just take as a challenge 🤭

(also not worth another ask because it’s so short and ties into this one but like,,,,, him tying you to the bed in nothing but a pair of panties and rubbing your hole through panties even pushing them into you a little and then eating you out with them on so when he makes you squirt your panties are soaked and instead of him taking them off he cuts a small hole in them so he can fuck you while pulling your underwear against your clit or like a discovered piss kink???? like she’s tied to the bed and overstimulated from the oral and him relentlessly fucking her and pulling her underwear against her clit so when she finally orgasms she accidentally pees herself and he’s like kinda into it 👀 final thought for this ask,,,,, fisting??? and daddy leon?? like more than three fingers or even an entire hand in reader like really stretching out her cunt)

- 💀

💀 anon 🫣 🫣

No but they can totally have a basement and a special room for all of his knives to be kept in one place (for safe keeping— pure genius ✨ 😌)

AGSJFL I’ve been tempted to add another piss kink fic 😅 (i have one kinda started for sweet stepdad funnily enough, which I know isn’t your bag lol).

Fisting eh? 🤔 I’ve thought about writing it but wasn’t even sure how to go about it 🤣

[myonos]

Partner In Hatred (pt 3/4)

• heeseung x female reader • e2l • wc: 1.3k

• genre: fluff, angst?

• warnings! mutual bullying(?), swearing, heeseung and y/n are both dickheads to each other 🤣 insults, rumor spreading, physical violence in the first part, mention of a bone breaking.

• summary: Y/N and Heeseung have been enemies since the age of 5. The universe keeps them in each others lives until one day when Heeseung moves away. After years apart, Y/N and Heeseung meet again after he moves back home for college. Both are dreading seeing the other again until they realize, they’re both hot now?

masterlist

taglist: @cowstiddymilk

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The girls planned a beach trip today; this is the first activity you’re doing since graduation. The wind blows through your hair as the sun strikes down. The plan is to soak up some sun and splash around in the water. You're an adult now, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself.

The sand comes up to the parking lot. You dig your toes in it. It’s warm, like a hug; it makes you feel fuzzy inside.

You don’t forget to apply sunscreen as you all lay down your towels. Your phone buzzes as you lay down, and it’s a message from Heeseung.

Heeseung

What are you doing?

You think for a second, maybe you should invite Heeseung here.

“Would you guys mind if I invited Heeseung to hang with us?”

They all squeal, yes.

“Tell him to invite friends, too. It’ll be fun!” Hanni says.

You

I’m at the beach with my friends. We’re inviting you, bring whoever you want ;).

Heeseung

Bet. We’ll be there in 20.

You smile, this should be fun.

The sun is crisping you up, like bacon.

After what you assume to be 20 minutes, you hear a horn honk and your name being called.

Heeseung steps out of a car with 6 other guys in tow.

The 6 other guys are Heeseung’s best friends. You’ve known them as long as you’ve known Heeseung. Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Niki. They’ve also known about your previous feud with Heeseung and were always trying to get you both to call a truce.

“Hi, you look nice,” Heeseung says as he sets his stuff down next to you.

You raise an eyebrow at the compliment. “I’m just wearing a bathing suit.”

“Well, yeah, but you still look nice. The color suits you.”

“Thank you.”

You turn away, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. You hope he can’t see them.

Abruptly, Heeseung is pulling you up.

“What are you doing?” You squeal.

“We’re gonna go play. Come on.”

There is no room for protest as Heeseung drags you into the water. You shriek at how cold it is, before splashing Heeseung right in his face. He wastes no time and splashes you right back. Now it’s war, again. Except this time you will not get into trouble. Back and forth you both splash, using arms, legs, hands, whatever you can.

You rapidly splash him, to where he can longer fight back.

“Okay, okay!” He shouts, “You win!”

You stop thinking he’s had enough. What you don’t expect is for him to rush forward, grabbing you around the waist. You yell as he picks you up over his shoulder. You smack his back as you laugh and he spins around, making you dizzy.

“Put me down!” You yell.

He puts you down and in your state of dizziness; you push him hard enough to knock him over.

You run back to shore, sticking your tongue out as you leave him.

You notice the other guys run over to tackle him and continue to play as you sit down on your towel.

“You two definitely like each other,” Ningning says, sipping her water.

Hanni and Yunjin hum in agreement.

“How? It’s only been a day since we met again!” You scoff.

“And in a day you went from past enemies to best friends who flirt.”

“You haven’t seen each other in so long, and you’re both hot as fuck now. Why not?” Hanni exclaims, throwing her hands up.

You’ll never be able to explain why Hanni gets so worked up over relationship stuff. Although, she proclaims herself as a “lover of love” and “matchmaker”. You decide to ignore them. You and Heeseung don’t have to like each other to be friends now, right?

You watch the boys play in front of you. Heeseung looks happy, happier than you ever saw him. You’re glad to see him happy, which is something you never thought you’d say. Looking back at the years you and Heeseung hated each other, you realize it was almost for nothing.

Here you are, no longer enemies, no longer the bane of each other's existence. You’re happy to see one another, even to hang out with each other’s friends. You never saw this coming for you and Heeseung, especially within a day, but you accept this new part of your life with open arms.

You’re going to the same college too. Maybe you’ll hang out even more then. But that’s coming, you’d rather focus on the present.

Your thoughts are cut short by Heeseung running up to you, again.

“What now?” You groan, but you can’t help matching his smile.

“We’re gonna play chicken, we want you all to play.” He refers to your friends as well, who protest but you interrupt them, “Of course we will.”

The girls groan except theirs are genuine. You, of course, partner up with Heeseung.

The others partner up accordingly and then it’s on.

You and Heeseung are strong, both known for being heavy-handed. You easily knock Hanni off of Jungwon’s shoulders, then you take out Yunjin. Ningning looks terrified and you can tell she will not try, so you put her out of her misery.

It’s a hard battle against the other guys who paired up with each other, Sunghoon is strong but after two quick pushes to his shoulder, you knocked him off Niki’s shoulders. With that, you and Heeseung are victorious.

“You two become friends and are suddenly inconceivable, it’s almost unfair!” Sunghoon whines.

“You’re mad, loser.” As Heeseung continues to taunt the other boys, they waste no time in, once again, tackling him. It’s an enormous pile of boys, so you and the girls venture off to the side to avoid being dragged in.

You decide to look through the clear water for shells. Maybe you’ll make a necklace.

Once everyone has calmed down, you’ve got many shells, enough to make a necklace for everyone. Hunger has also made its way to everyone, and you all decide to buy food at the stand across the parking lot.

It’s good, and within half an hour everyone has finished eating.

You spend the rest of the day at the beach, learning about one another and making plans to hang out again.

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As you lay in your bed, ready to sleep, your phone buzzes. Heeseung is calling you.

He’s put on speaker, “Hello.”

“Hey, I had a lot of fun today. I’m glad we’re gonna see more of each other.”

“I had a lot of fun, too. We all did. Your friends are really fun to be around. You are really fun to be around.”

You pause, thinking about what you’re going to say next.

“It’s funny that we could’ve been friends sooner had we just gotten over ourselves. Then again, I think everything happens for a reason.”

“I agree,” He says. “I called to thank you for today but also, I wanted to know more about you since we’re still new friends.”

“You wanna know more about me? Like what?”

“Like your favorite color, favorite food. Your hobbies, stuff like that. I enjoy knowing what my friends like.”

“Then I wanna know about you too. Let’s go back and forth. What’s your favorite color?” You hear him breathe over the phone like he’s preparing his answer.

“It kinda changes every once in a while but as of right now black, purple, and white.”

Your bathing suit was. Maybe that’s why he complimented it.

“Is that why you complimented my bathing suit? It was purple!”

“Yeah… that’s why.” You almost take notice of the pause before he speaks again. “What about you?”

“My favorite color is orange! People always question me when I say that but it has so many pretty shades.”

“I like orange. I kinda get that vibe when I look at you so it makes sense.”

Both of you go back and forth, talking about anything and everything you can think of. By the time you recall hanging up, it's past 3 am. You feel you’re in a movie, spending hours on the phone. With a boy no less. But it's not like that, right?

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please excuse any typos, etc i’ll go back through later ….or not.

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

AHHHH IM SO HAPPY SOMEONE ELSE REALIZES MICHAEL IS SO MICH LIK JD FROM HEATHERSSS ESP THE MUSICAL VERSION ☝🏻 ALSO YOU WERE MEANT TO BE MINE WOULD DEF FIT YANDERE MICHAEL!! sorry i’m just kinda excited 😓💗

LISTEN I LOVE MICHAEL. HE REMINDS ME OF THIS KID I WENT TO HIGHSCHOOL WITH WHO ALSO REMINDED ME OF JD

Anyways, Meant to be Yours is my absolute favorite song from the musical, so I had so much fun writing this one. I don’t really know how to write yandere, so I did try my hardest, but don’t be disappointed if it’s not yandere enough 🤣

PLEASE READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS STORY

FALSE SEWERSLIDE IS MENTIONED!! I DO NOT WRITE ACTUAL SEWERSLIDE. FOR THE SAKE OF THE FIC ONLY, IT’S PURELY BASED ON THE EVENTS THAT HAPPEN IN THE FILM AND THE MUSICAL. THIS FIC IS VERY HEAVILY TRIGGER WARNINGED! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED TWICE!

Warnings: firearms, mentions of guns, an actual gun description once or twice, faking of sewerslide (yes, just like in the scene in both the movie and musical), extreme violence in the name of society, mention of bombs, mention of terrorist act

~~~~~~~~~~

It had finally come. The night of the pep rally was here and you were in your bedroom, getting ready to go spend time with Heidi after pushing her to the back burner. Your ex boyfriend took up all your time, but now that you’ve broke things off with that psycho, you wanted to work on repairing your friendship with the brunette. You had just walked out of your bathroom after taking a shower, wasting no time in getting dressed and sitting at your vanity to take care of your hair and face.

You had just began to comb through your hair when your brush slipped from your grasp, falling to the floor. Looking up, you groaned in frustration, your eyes flicking to your phone to check the time. You were already running behind, and it seemed like the universe just wanted to keep you from getting to the school gym on time. Bending down from your seat, you grabbed the handle of your brush, straightening your back as you looked back to the mirror of your vanity.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you noticed an all too familiar figure had appeared seemingly out of no where. You stood up quickly, turning to face the figure as if to shield your back from him. “Michael?!” you exclaimed, disbelief running through your system. The tall male smiled at you, striding to your shocked form. “It’s me, in the flesh. I know, shocking, right? I figured you needed a while to calm down from your episode the other day.” he stated, reaching his hand up to graze your cheek softly.

You flinched away, your eyebrows furrowing in anger. “I told you to stay the hell away from me, Michael! You’re insane.” you said coldly, glaring at the taller male. He just looked at you with an unimpressed look on his face. He sighed, looking to the side and around your room. He made his way over to your bed, perching himself of the side of it. “Insane? What do you call yourself then?” he questioned, turning his attention to you. You opened your mouth to answer, but no sound came out. In a way, what he was insinuation was right. He was twisting your words in the way he always did when he wanted to prove his was right. Instead, you chose to ignore his words, not wanting to play into his mind games.

“Michael, for the last time, get. Out. Of. My. Room. Get out of my fucking house, and get out of my life!” you snapped, never faltering in your stance. He looked at you, an unreadable look on his face. You could see his eyes were sizing you up, but you couldn’t discern the emotion rest of his face. He scoffed, a smirk spreading across his mouth. “I don’t think this whole spat we’re having right now is gonna end in the way either of us want it to. So why don’t we just forget about everything that’s happened and start over?” Michael announced, holding his hand out. “Greetings and salutations.” he finished, his signature smirk on his face.

You stared at him incredulously. “You’re a psychotic asshole,” were the only words that fell from your mouth. His face dropped for a moment, before he started laughing. “Come on, (Y/n)! Let’s go to that stupid rally and put everything behind us.” he coaxed, standing from your bed. It was in that moment that you finally noticed the gun in his hand, finger resting lazily on the trigger. With minimal thinking, you darted into your closet, shutting your door and making a makeshift lock. You pulled a pile of clothes over you, hiding in the safety of the dark room. His familiar foot steps sounded until they were just outside of the closed door. “All is forgiven, baby! Come on, get dressed, you’re my date to the pep rally tonight!”

You chucked me out like I was trash

For that you should be dead..

But!

But!

But!

Then it hit me like a flash

What if high school went away instead?

Those assholes are the key!

They're keeping you away from me!

They made you blind, messed up your mind

But I can set you free!

Your heart raced and your mind ran a mile a minute. Away from all of his delusions for a few days, you wracked your brain trying to decipher his words. Messed up your mind? The only one who’s messed up your mind was him. He was the one who ruined your mind. It was Michael and his actions that deluded your mind. You always thought clearly until he metaphorically got you in a chokehold over him. You stared intently out the door, like a prey waiting for the predator on the other side to break the door down.

You left me and I fell apart

I punched the wall and cried..

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside!

And so I built a bomb

Tonight our school is Vietnam!

Let's guarantee they'll never see their senior prom!

Your eyes widened. You felt like you were going to throw up at his haunting words. You slowly slid your hands down to feel your pockets, searching for your phone to call the cops, to call Heidi, to call your parents, to just let someone know what was going on. Your heart dropped as you remembered it was sitting on your vanity. Cursing yourself for not grabbing it, tears flowed endlessly down your cheeks. Your mind raced at the thought of all of the other innocent people who were in mortal danger just a few blocks away from your house. His shoes blocked the light coming in from the bottom of the closet, signaling he was still just waiting beyond the door, torturing you with his presence.

I was meant to be yours!

We were meant to be one!

Don't give up on me now!

Finish what we've begun!

I was meant to be yours!

Michael was absolutely delusional. And so were you when you were with him. He filled your brain with so much senseless bullshit that you actually believed he was doing good for the world. Now that you dropped the honeymoon phase, you realized just how sick in the head he was. The times he broke into your room out of no where, the cruel jokes he would play on the popular kids, the way he would gaslight you into believing that nothing was wrong. And now he was attached to you, just like a parasite to an unsuspecting animal.

So when the high school gym goes BOOM with everyone inside..

Pkhw!

Pkhw!

Pkhw!

In the rubble of their tomb

We'll plant this note explaining why they died!

We, the students of Westerburg High

Will die

Our burnt bodies may finally get through

To you

Your society churns out slaves and blanks

No thanks

Signed the Students of Westerburg High

'Goodbye.'

He was planning on blowing up the whole school as an act of protest. To turn around and shove some senseless notion into the face of people who didn’t care while taking the lives of over 200 people. And he wanted you to be there with him, amongst the group of those who are about to meet their untimely demise.

We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors

Bring marshmallows

We'll make s'mores!

We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!

It was even worse than you thought. He wanted you to sit from afar and watch with him as the blaze engulfed the school and its surrounding area. And he wanted s’mores? You had to do something to get out of here and clear out the school before he got there. Anything to warn somebody out there that they were in danger. Racking your brain, you looked around your closet, looking for a weapon of some sort. Your eyes instead landed on a scarf, and you knew what you had to do to escape your psychotic ex-boyfriend.

On the other side of the door, Michael had his forehead pressed against your closet door. His heart was also thumping in his chest, but not out of fear. Oh no, he was angry. He was angry with the school, angry with society, angry with you. So incredibly mad that you just brushed him off after all he had done for you. He had murdered for you just to show how much you are worth to him. And now you’re taking it back and trying to throw him out. He wasn’t going to stop until you had come out of hiding and came to watch the show.

I was meant to be yours!

We were meant to be one!

I can't take it alone!

Finish what we've begun!

YOU WERE MEANT TO BE MINE!

I AM ALL THAT YOU NEED!

YOU CARVED OPEN MY HEART!

CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME TO BLEED!

Michael reached out, gripping the door knob of your closet. He jiggled the door handle, expecting it to open easily. There was no leeway, and his anger steadily rose at your prolonged refusal to his offer. He looked to his other hand, at the gun he had brought with him. An idea rose to his brain, and he pointed the muzzle at the handle. He was going to get in, one way or another, and he didn’t care if he had to break the damn door down himself. Remembering you were in there, he lowered it, coming to his senses. He really didn’t want to hurt you. He loved you far too much to cause you any harm. He resumed to knocking on the door, sweetly pleading for you to open it.

(Y/n), open the- open the door, please

(Y/n), open the door

(Y/n), can we not fight anymore, please

Can we not fight anymore

(Y/n), sure, you're scared

I've been there. I can set you free!

(Y/n), don't make me come in there!

His anger was rising as you kept your silence. If he could just see you, just talk to you long enough to get you back on good terms with him, that’s all he wanted. He’d leave this town if it would make you happy, but he wanted to know that you weren’t angry with him anymore. He just wanted a peace of mind, to show that no matter how you felt about him, he’d always love you. He raised his gun again, pointing it at the handle.

I'm gonna count to three!

One!

Two!

Fuck it!

Horror ran across his face at your lifeless body hanging from the ceiling. He walked to you, falling to his knees.

Oh my God... No! (Y/n)!

Please don't leave me alone

You were all I could trust

I can't do this alone

He stared up at you, even in death, your face looked so sweet, so soft. Tears rolled down his eyes as he looked he looked on. He stood up, reaching out and grabbing your hand. He pressed his lips against your hand, setting it by your side gently. He was gonna get revenge for this. On who, he didn’t care, but he wasn’t going to stop until he felt like your life was worth its waste.

STILL I WILL IF I MUST…

He left the same way he came in, through the window. Tonight was gonna be the night he would remember forever.

As soon as he had left, your bedroom door opened. Your mother had come in, carrying some of your favorite snacks. “(Y/n)! I brought you a snack!” she called out. Looking around, she noticed your empty bedroom. She didn’t think you had left, so she walked in a little further, looking around for you. She stepped just behind your closet door, which she noticed was open. Swinging the door the rest of the way, she called your name once again before letting out a loud shriek.

You snapped your head up, holding your arms out to your mom. “Mom, mom, mom, it’s okay, I’m okay!” you fussed, your mom staring at you in shock, one hand clutched over her chest, the other still balancing your snack. You untied a part of the scarf from your waist, dropping to your feet and rushing to your mom. “I was just practicing for the day I run away and join the circus. Speaking of running away, thanks for the snack, but I gotta run! Emergency at the gym, I’ll explain everything later!” you shouted, running past your still shocked mother and out of the house. You were determined to get to the school before Michael did so you can repay all the karma that you owe, and you weren’t scared if you had to go down with him.

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4x08 thoughts part 2

Love how they all said “body swap” in unison, like sure, this is what we do now.

Love Tunji getting to use his own accent. (I’m sure it’s not his actual accent but hey, closer than the American one!)

Bess is banned from the historical society but “Nick” is not. Nickbody Bess couldn’t have just run in and grabbed them?

Nancy as Ace is way more chill than actual Nancy

Can’t wait to be a fly on the wall next time she speaks ASL with Thom and he’s like wtf happened

The face Kennedy makes right after Thom asks to speak to Ace alone is her single best Ace mannerism of the whole episode.

Awww, Ryan, she DOES need Dad #2!!

I really really hope Nick was just being an ass and doesn’t think that the dessert is actually called a tort.

Ok some of Kennedy’s sulky glares are pretty damn good too. She did a better job than I gave her credit for the first time through.

Law school dude may be many things but he sure as hell isn’t 21 and frankly conventionally attractive is pushing it.

Never gonna get over Alex’s Nancy run.

There is no way Nancy would let that little strand of hair remain in Ace’s face. You know she’d be running her hands through it every three seconds.

No yacht club admin has ever been that rude to a yacht club guest and kept her job.

I love wingman Nick, and George actually smiling!

Where did all these waitresses come from and why did they have to open late if they have them?

Love Ryan’s “oh shit” face

Ok, so it’s great that the black door makes you forget what you did and all, and lucky you for eliminating the guilt, but it doesn’t get rid of the evidence does it? What did the dude that got arrested at the yacht club think would happen? The cops would just go away after he forgot?

The head of the evil angel figurehead looks like an old mannequin that lost its wig.

I love that when the door glows red is when she realizes “the black door!” No sweetie that’s a stripey door.

I know others have pointed this out but it never stops being funny that they tried to stay apart for ONE SINGLE DAY before giving it up as a lost cause.

I have questions about the depths of that ocean.

What, no gratuitous wet tshirts? He got soaked! It even made sense!

Yes, of course the happier memories hurt more. You don’t miss the sad ones.

I mean, banishing with kitchen supplies is sort of your brand, Bess.

“Satellite facility” two blocks away from the original location in a building with a public youth center that we’re all sort of ignoring. 🤣 Also I know Maine’s cost of living isn’t super duper high, but he’s gonna run out of money eventually right? Right? The Claw is not bringing it in.

Ok, you’re literally Dad #2, how is that not family?

Where is Ryan living these days?

I want Costco cake now.

Still mad Ace missed the cake fight.

Love that body swap day is a “normal” day. (Autocorrect says body wasp day. I do not need that episode. Doctor Who was bad enough thank you.)

I remembered the thing I forgot last night!! Those poor set dressers who had to clean up the cake fight! I hope someone saved some for them to eat (unless they never wanted to see cake ever again).

Ok, if cake fights were a regular thing you know Kate bought some tarps. Put down the tarp before you throw the cake!!

Love that choked back confession before “good night”.

[wardenparker]

Killer Writing - Epilogue

Dave York x plus size female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst​

After divorcing Carol so she could marry her soulmate, Dave York threw himself into his work. There is no way he could have predicted that the unexpected collateral damage on an op would turn out to be his soulmate. Now all he can do is keep you safe, and try his best to get you to not hate him as the two of you try to navigate a blooming relationship that started out with threats and a mean right hook.  

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8.7k Warnings: *Blanket content warning for self-esteem, self-image, and weight issues.* Daddy kink, breeding kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, sex for procreation, creampie/cum play, SO MUCH FLUFF. Summary: It’s move-in day after months of renovations, and Dave has a surprise for his soulmate. Notes: I had a little fun with the gif this week can you guys tell? 🤣 Thank you all so much for coming on this THIRD soulmate journey with us!! It has truly been so lovely to read along with your reblog comments and tags, and to screech with all of you in DMs over how much you loved this story. Dave and his sweetheart will always hold a very dear place for us and we’re so glad that you have loved them as well! 💗

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch 10 ~ Ch 11 ~ Epilogue

“Babe, do you have the box of kitchen shit?” Dave leans around the island and raises his voice in order to push the question through the house. It echoes through the empty space. Surprised when he opened the box to find toothbrushes and shampoo, he wonders if you mixed up labeling them. “Babe?”

“Hang on!” Your voice bounces from the front hall, off the living room walls and back to the kitchen as you carefully shuffle through the house with an enormous box in your hands that was meant for the kitchen but never got there. “I don’t think the moving guys could read my cursive,” you laugh. “This one clearly says Dishes not Dining.”

“Or maybe you just have doctor’s handwriting.” Dave teases, huffing when he sees you lugging the large box and moves around quickly to take it from you. “I would have come to get it.” He grumps at you, already huffy over the heavy stuff you have been dragging around when you could have just called him.

“You’re not my servant, baby.” Around the corner of the box, you lean over to kiss him quickly and look at the box he had opened. “Yeah, this one was probably at the top of the stairs, right? It says Bathroom, not Basement.”

“Yeah.” Dave glances over at the stack of boxes next to the door to the basement right off the kitchen. “I guess they weren’t lugging the rest of the shit down there after dealing with the safe.”

“God forbid they do what we paid them to.” Rolling your eyes a little, you move the bathroom box off of the kitchen island and reach for Dave’s hand. After six long months of extensive work, you’re finally standing together in your forever home. Unpacking boxes to set up the house that you’ll raise your children in. Sorting out how to fully combine your belongings the way you’ve combined your lives. “Happy moving day, handsome.”

“Happy moving day.” He smirks and leans in to kiss you. “You know…” He hums playfully. “We get the bedroom set up fast enough, we could break it in before dinner.” He tells you with a wink.

“The two most important things in any house.” You grin at him and happily let him reel you into his arms. “The place where we fuck, and the place where we fuel up again.”

“Might be the only places we need.” Dave jokes, hands sliding down to tuck under the band of your shorts. Humid Virginia weather and moving had convinced you that those shorts you had hated were necessary and of course he was taking advantage whenever he could. Squeezing your ass playfully and grinning at you.

“We’re gonna have to fuck everywhere,” you remind him, as though it’s some deep and ancient wisdom. “Gotta christen the whole house.”

“Every room.” He vows solemnly. “I want to be able to point to a spot and tell our kids ‘I fucked your mom right there’.” He tells you, eyes serious except for the playful spark in their depths.

“Please don’t tell our kids that.” The comical cringing face you make at him has both of you laughing, and you lean in to indulge in a kiss. “Tell them you danced with me everywhere. That’s much cuter and less scarring.”

“Birthdays will have to be sex anniversaries.” He counters. “Or we call them our little sex trophies.”

“Their birthdays will be anniversaries of being in labor for god knows how long.” Katie and Deirdre may have told you their birth stories over drinks one night last month and fully horrified you in the process. You didn’t touch Dave for three full days afterward.

Dave huffs and shakes his head. He knows the stories you were told. Hell, he was in the waiting room with the rest of the team each time. “We’ll make sure we get you the good drugs.” He promises.

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” You tell him sincerely. “Come on, handsome. Let’s bring this randomly misplaced bathroom box upstairs and unpack the bedroom. Then we can have self-congratulatory sex in a freshly made bed.”

“Done.” Dave scoops up the box and starts for the stairs. “After that we can unpack your mugs.”

“Which will be an hour-long project on its own.” True to his word so many months ago, Dave had built a little set of mug-sized shelves for the kitchen counter to display all your Tea Distribution Vessels, as he likes to call them. It sits nestled against the backsplash above the kitchen counter just waiting to be filled.

"You do have a lot of TDVs." Dave jokes, as he carries the box up the stairs behind you. The entire house had been redone and all the things that Dave had imagined going into the home had become reality, along with your style blending with his. "But it's also just going to grow over the years."

The soft blue-grey paint on your bedroom walls had been the most debated color in the whole house but looking at it now, it was clearly the right choice. Whatever mix-ups the movers had had with the boxes didn’t affect the furniture it seems, because even your bedside reading lamp is perfectly placed on your nightstand. “Everything in this house is going to grow. And there’s plenty of room for it.”

"That's because you had to have the largest house on the block." Dave teases, although he hadn't really had to be convinced when the two of you looked at the house seven months ago. It was the first, and the last listing the two of you actually toured. You had fallen in love with the possibilities and Dave had enjoyed personalizing it for the two of you. If there just happened to be a hidden panel to hide easy-to-access weapons around the house, it was just fine with him. It also didn't hurt that he talked the owner down another thirty thousand because of how much work the house needed.

“And the sexiest soulmate.” You flash him a grin when he sets down the box that had accidentally ended up in the kitchen. “It’s the house that blood money built, and I intend to enjoy it.” Every cent that had ended up in that offshore account under your name went into fixing up this house and you couldn’t be more pleased with the result.

He huffs and levels a look at you. “I wish you had just kept that money and let me pay for all of the renovations.” He hadn’t been happy with your decision, tried to talk you out of it, but at the end of the day he had respected your wishes. All of that money plus whatever else was needed went into making the house exactly what the two of you wanted.

“I wanted to make something positive out of it.” You slip both arms around his waist and tip your chin back to look at him. “The best thing I’ll ever do is build my life with you, baby.”

"I know." He does know that. He had just wanted you to save it. To make sure you always had a good nest egg away from what he had, although in his mind, that was all yours too now.

“I promise I’ll put any profits from the book into savings.” Despite the positive encouragement from your brand-new literary agent and your little circle of friends, you’re trying to be levelheaded about the possibility of a successful first novel. It is the dream, but sometimes you have to cut a diamond just a little before it can shine brilliantly.

"Oh, I know you will." Dave chuckles, leaning in and kissing your forehead. "I just want you to be secure in knowing that you have options." He frowns slightly, thinking about his mother and how many times he had begged her to leave that bastard she had married. Because she had tied her finances to him and given him control over everything she had, she had been trapped. He never wanted you to feel like you were in the same situation even though he would never lay a hand on you in anger.

“I am and I do.” You assure him, nudging your nose against his chest and placing a kiss over his heart. “C’mon. Let’s get these couple of boxes unpacked and the bed made, and we can start the ritual of fucking on every surface in the house.

That might be the best idea you've had all day. Dave grinning and winking at you before he lets you go so he can flick out his knife and cut open the taped top of the first box. "Later, when we are done, we can christen the pool too." He tells you with a wink. "Skinny dip after the sun goes down, although the fence is tall enough that you don't have to worry about that during the day."

“You made sure of that.” He had been very careful checking local ordinances and regulations, making sure that the fence around your property would give the two of you the ability to indulge in the backyard if you wanted to. “We’ll relax and christen the pool tonight. I’ve been dying for a swim anyway.”

“Good.” He had also insisted that the tub you chose in the master bathroom could fit the two of you if he wanted to get in with you. “I guess we are either going to have to find a very ugly pool boy or I will just have to take care of it.” He jokes.

“I’ll have Katie send Scott over once a week.” You snort practically before the joke is even out of your mouth, and start pulling open a box marked Bedroom Mish-Mash. “Seriously honey, I can do some of the physical labor around here, too.”

“Shit…” Dave huffs, rolling his eyes. “I’ll see if Eddie down the street wants to make a few bucks.��� He contemplates. “He’s leaving for college soon.”

“Not eager to see Kovac in a Speedo?” You giggle. “However you want to do it is fine with me. Eddie’s a nice kid. And he could use the extra money getting out to California.”

“Just don’t think he’s too nice.” Dave teases, although he knows that there is no way you would ever cheat on him. “And I don’t want to ever see Kovac’s hairy back again if I can help it.”

“God, babe. He’s seventeen.” The animated way you shiver in creeped-out disgust is only half for show. “Even if I was single that’s just downright gross.”

He snorts and shakes his head. “I’ve heard some of the women at the country club. Those caddies and lifeguards are meat to them.” Despite his groaning, he had gotten a membership to the club and dutifully had a standing monthly golf date with your father. Often times, the rest of the guys would join, and it turned into a boys’ day. Your father was ecstatic when that happened.

“And it’s gross.” Some of the women at the country club had, however, gotten ahold of one of the press releases for your novel and quietly pre-ordered about two dozen copies amongst themselves though, so it was hard to be too harsh on them when they were literally supporting your career. “I hope he finds a very nice girl his own age and avoids those ladies twice his age like the plague.”

“He might not see it that way when he’s over eighteen.” Dave shrugs. “Although I find it highly hypocritical that those same women complain about men looking at their sixteen-year-old daughters in thong bikinis at the pool.”

“When he’s an adult it’s totally up to him and I would tell our son the same thing.” From the box on the end of the bed, you pull carefully folded sets of sheets, and the bedroom curtains you had had up in the apartment and start putting things away. “But the kid still has to ask permission to use the bathroom during class. That makes him a kid and it makes it weird. Either way, yeah. Ask the kid if he wants to make a little extra money. Better we offer it to him than someone with less than honourable intentions.”

"I'll talk to him." Dave promises and grabs another set of sheets to start making up the bed. The moving crew had set up the bed and he had already unrolled the carpet where it was going to be, so he didn't have to move anything. "So, I've been thinking...." He ventures, wondering how you are going to feel about his idea.

“Always dangerous.” You grin at him and continue fluffing the bed pillows in their clean cases. “What’s up?”

"I don't think I want to turn the room next door into my office." He tells you, tucking in the sheets and turning to look over at you. "I'm thinking about getting the contractor back out here to install a pocket door between our room and that room."

“What do you want to do with it, then?” Dave has graciously consented to let you convert the small pool-shed into your writing workshop, and in turn you had said he could use whatever room in the house he wanted as his home office. “Do you have another place in mind for your office?”

Dave nods. “I’ll put my office in the basement for now, but….” He stands straight and walks over to you, sliding his arm around your waist and turning you to face the wall that the two rooms shared. “I was thinking…” he whispers in your ear and kissing the lobe. “That we install a door and turn that into our nursery. Don’t even have to go out into the hall to reach the baby when they start crying.”

The image that conjures makes you hum softly, leaning into his embrace in that natural and intimate way that sends shivers up your spine no matter what else is going on at the time. “Preparing for the distant future, or are you starting to think you might want someone other than me to call you Daddy?”

“Well, I’m not getting any younger.” He teases, grinning even as his cock twitches at you saying Daddy. “I think maybe we should stop using condoms? The house is done, and your book is going to be a big hit. The company is starting to take off. It just feels right.” Since you ran out of birth control at the cabin, you hadn’t taken any more, he had just opted to use condoms.

“Are you sure?” Turning carefully in his arms, you put yours around him in turn and search his face. You’re sure that the lump in your throat and the way your heart is beating like a hummingbird are reflected in your face - he’s always been able to read you like a book and right now you know what’s he’s reading is excitement. “You’re ready?”

"I got confirmation that no one else will be coming for you." Dave hums quietly. Just because he was retired didn't mean he couldn't receive phone calls from old friends who just happened to pass along the information that the message he had sent to the North Korean government had been heard. Loud and clear. "So I'm ready. If you are."

“I am.” You have been, truthfully, since you hadn’t felt the aftershocks of what happened quite as acutely as Dave and the guys did as they tied up invisible loose ends. What you dealt with afterward was a lot of mental gymnastics and some nightmares that had fairly well faded by now. “I’m so ready.”

He smirks, pleased at your answer even though he was certain at what it would be even before he opened his mouth. "So what do you think about changing that room into a nursery?" He asks. "Just until we are done having kids and then we can turn it into my office. I just want us to be able to have the baby nearby and still have our privacy when I need to make you cum."

“Just when I thought today couldn’t get any better.” The way you smile makes your whole face scrunch up and your nose wrinkle as you dive in to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck to haul him close in the process.

Dave hums against your lips, smirking against them before he slides his mouth open to let his tongue flick against yours when he deepens the kiss. Tightening his grip on you and pulling you closer. Absorbing your moans eagerly and he's tempted to push the box off the bed and start trying right now. Everything else fades away the way it always does when Dave kisses you. Like nothing else ever mattered in the first place and he’s bound to prove that to you by banishing all other thoughts from your head. There isn’t a single place you’d rather be than in his arms anywhere, but the fact that you’re standing in your bedroom in the house you’re making into a home together makes it that much better.

He pulls away reluctantly, aware that both of you are panting slightly and if it keeps up, unpacking for the day will be done. "Sooner we get the bedroom unpacked, the soon I fuck you into our bed in our new bedroom." He murmurs, squeezing your ass possessively.

“No fair.” The pout you send him is absolutely pitiful. “How am I supposed to focus when I know you want to breed me?” You use the word deliberately, like a weapon aimed directly at his libido.

"Fuck." Dave hisses, reaching down and palming his cock to adjust himself in his own shorts. "Evil." He mutters, biting his lip and contemplating just saying 'fuck it' and that you can unpack later. That word sends a shiver down his back as he imagines just that, you full of his cum and wanting it to take.

“But you love me anyway.” You consider it a personal triumph anytime you can make him sound that needy, and merrily go about unpacking the rest of the box currently sitting on the end of the bed - the things that usually sit on your respective bedside tables being easily put back into their rightful places.

"I do." He begrudgingly admits, before he carts the bathroom box into the large en-suite and starts unpacking it. Putting your soaps and shampoo and conditioner next to his own in the walk-in shower makes him smile. He had insisted that a bench seat was needed in the glass enclosed space, knowing he was going to fuck you on it often.

The bulk of the work here is just putting clothing away, and the his-and-hers walk-in closet is filled to bursting before long. Dave’s suits hang opposite your own clothes like they were always meant to be there and you grin to yourself every time you go back in with an armful of things to hang or shoes to shelve. Even his tie rack is carefully waiting to be filled right next to your jewelry box. This is another place to christen - the bench that tucks under your vanity counter is definitely strong enough to hold both of you.

Dave meticulously folds towels, washrags, and hand towels and stores them in the linen closet in the bathroom. Already having brought the most important thing up, a pack of toilet paper, he unloads the box that has the contents of the medicine cabinet. Storing everything in the baskets you had picked out to make everything neat and organized. You had accepted that Dave liked things neat and had tried to accommodate him. Which he thoroughly appreciated.

“Hey baby?” The call comes from the main bedroom a little sheepishly, and you can’t help laughing when Dave appears again from the bathroom almost instantly. You had been trying to manage hanging the curtains yourself and are failing spectacularly. “I think I need some help.”

"Of course." He shoves the last basket into the closet and closes the door before he makes his way over to you. "You don't want to give the neighbors a show later on?" He asks with a grin, winking at you as he takes the curtain rod from you.

“I don’t think so.” Just because you know he’s joking doesn’t mean you’re not going to shake your head at him and roll your eyes like you do. “Only I get to enjoy that view of you.”

"Hmmmm." Dave chuckles and looks over at you. "Someone sounds a little possessive." Not that he minds at all. It's honestly a good thing that you don't want to share him.

“Of my soulmate?” You level him with a completely serious expression. “You’re fucking right I am.”

"Good girl." He winks at you and smirks up at the curtain rod. "Bet you that I can get the windows covered before you get naked." He challenges you, knowing that you've developed somewhat of a competitive streak since you've been with him. It makes him laugh when the guys look at you in shock when you pick up their gauntlets.

“Oh please.” A playful scoff answers him but the promise of getting him naked along with you as quickly as possible is something you’re happy to compete for. “You’re on, York.”

He chuckles, hopping up on the step stool and quickly hooking one end of the rod in the bracket, twisting his head behind him to see you shucking your shorts and panties in one swift move. He grunts, reminding himself to turn back around and not watch you with the fucking curtain rod in his hand. Reluctantly pulling his eyes away so he can finish putting the drapes up.

You manage to toss off your shirt and hop onto the bed just a half second before Dave turns around again, and your grin of triumph is positively silly. “I win,” you proclaim, crooking one finger at him to beckon him off the step stool.

"You do." Dave agrees seriously, stepping down and turning towards you with a glimmer of a smile. "So what's your prize?" He asks, eyes roaming over you and his cock twitches when you spread your legs for him to give him that stunning view of your cunt. While you still had moments of insecurity, in the safety of your bedroom, you're growing more confident in wielding your sexuality and he is fucking mesmerized by it.

“I believe there was a promise of fucking me into the bed that I’d like you to make good on, please.” A glorious smirk forms on your lips and you can’t help but add: “Daddy.” In that low voice you do sometimes that makes him nearly growl.

"Goddamn." His voice is rough, lust ridden, and he quickly pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. "You want me to fuck you boneless?" He demands, reaching for the button of his shorts and pulls it open. "Leave you laying there breathless, leaking my cum before I shove a pillow under your hips to have you lay there like that?"

“God yes.” Sounds like an incredible fucking use of your evening, to be honest, and you’re not about to be shy admitting it.

He chuckles and pushes his shorts and boxers down, letting his hard cock bounce out and jut up proudly. "You want me to fuck a baby into you, baby?" He coos when you shift your hips up and slide your hand down to cup your breast.

“Been wanting you to for months.” Not that you’ve said much, maybe a passing comment a half dozen times grand total in the last few months, because you knew he wasn’t ready. Now that he is? After every single room you unpack, you’re going to be on your back with him as deep inside you as possible.

"I know." He has been wanting it too, denying himself only because he knows that if someone threatened you again, he would rain hell down on them, surely creating an international incident in his fury to protect you. "Good things come to good girls who wait for Daddy."

“You keep talking like that and I’m not letting you get dressed for the rest of the weekend.” You reach for him easily, snagging his arm and dragging him onto the bed beside you.

He laughs, falling onto the bed and reaching out and cupping your cheek before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours hungrily. "Is my baby girl eager?" He hums, kissing along your jaw.

“Always.” Grasping hands keep him close, bringing him with you when you lay back in the freshly made bed. One hand slips between you, gathering some of your own arousal on your fingers before wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping it slowly.

"Jesus." He rucks his hips forward and he groans before he pushes you back and quickly clamors between your legs. "Do you— are you ready baby?" He asks, already eager to sink into your velvety walls and fuck you full of him.

Taking all of him without any preparation is always met with a little pinch, but fuck if it isn’t the best reason to gasp when he fills you. “I love you, Daddy.” It has a whole new layer about it with what you’re now embarking on, and that actually makes it all the sweeter.

"Fuck I love you." He drives his hips deep and grinds into you. "You always feel fucking perfect, baby girl."

“Just for—” Cutting yourself off with a moan, you revel in the fact that there are no neighbors sharing walls to hear you this time. You can be as loud as you want again, which was definitely something you had missed from the cabin. “Just for you, Daddy, fuck.”

His hands are bunched into fists, elbows burrowed into the mattress while he rocks his hips. "Can't wait until you make that a reality." He groans, smirking at the way your mouth drops open with another moan. "Make me a daddy."

“Fuck yes.” Your hips rock in rhythm with his, meeting each thrust with enthusiasm. “Gonna have you f—fill me up every, fuck, chance we get.”

Dave groans, even as he is smirking down at you when he pulls away from where he was kissing along your neck. "You're gonna be so gorgeous." He huffs, sliding one hand over to cup your breast and push it up higher so he can duck his head down and suck on it while he fucks you.

Your normal sense of humour would have you joking about ’Finally a good reason to be round’ but the spell of this moment is too precious to break. Instead, you’re a whining mess beneath him, wrapping your legs around his waist like you never want him to be further away than a half-thrust. “Not gonna be able to keep your hands off me,” you predict breathlessly, as though he didn’t already have that ‘problem’ now.

"Never." Dave agrees, twitching deep inside of you with another rough thrust. "Gonna work from home." He pants. "Have you write while you sit on my cock. Have meetings with my fingers buried inside you." He growls at the idea, loving the image of spreading you out on his desk and keeping you satisfied while you are horny and desperate for him.

“Fuck.” Between his pace and the pictures he’s painting for you, you cling to him just a little bit more. “Yeah?” You rock your hips up, taking him deeper and your head drops back to the pillow again with a moan. “Gonna keep your kn—knocked up girlfriend - oh god - satisfied?”

He almost says something, corrects your wording while he buries his cock deep inside you. Instead he moans, biting back the words on the tip of his tongue and tucks his head into your neck and completely covers you when his arms push up underneath your torso and he lowers his hips to push you into the bed even more. "Yeah."

The closer to the edge he works you the more rambling your praise becomes, until the most coherent word from your lips as you move with him is his name. There are no thoughts in the world now except him, and that is exactly the way you like it. Especially in the plush king-sized bed you’ve shared for months - now in your brand-new home.

"Love you baby." Dave grunts, sweat rolling down his spine as he moves. "Gonna knock you up, right here. Now." He promises, biting on your nipple slightly and then soothing it with his tongue.

“Love you — s-so much.” The familiar spark in your core that only come from Dave makes your movements with him a little more frantic. “Fuck Daddy, I’m…I’m gonna cum.”

He growls happily, loving how you cum for him. "Good girl." He praises. "Cum for me. Soak my cock and I'll fill you up. Cream up that tight little hole and pump my baby into you." He hisses, feeling his own body start to tighten in anticipation of cumming. "Breed you."

For being something that you’ve written about so many times, the reality of it is so much better. If this turns out to be a kink you’re going to have a brood of York brats in no time.

Dave loves how you come apart for him. The way that you throw your head back, exposing that column of your throat while you cry out his name loudly. Feeling the way your cunt starts to spasm and your body shakes against him. The hot flood of your cum washing over his cock and making everything incredibly wet for the final few thrusts. "God baby." He pants. "So good."

“Cmon Daddy.” He’s so close, you can tell by the way he’s lost his rhythm, and you drag your nails down his chest to scrape over his nipples just right. “Put a baby in me.”

His eyes burst open and the groan of pleasure pours out of his chest. The sharp scrape of your nails just what he needed to push him over the edge, combined with your word makes him lose his mind. Dave whines, pushing deep and the small thrusts just push him deeper, cock painting your walls with his sticky seed as he gasps out your name raggedly.

There’s nothing but uneven breathing and murmured ‘I love you’s for a few minutes, as your hands stroke his skin gently and you pepper his face, neck, and shoulder with kisses. You’d forgotten the feeling of being full of him since it’s been months with condoms, and it makes you sigh happily to think — you might have just grown your family by one more member. But you’ll have to wait to find out.

He hums, sliding back gently and watching his cock slip out of your body, soft and coated with your combined juices. Your lips are swollen slightly, like they are every time the two you fuck, and he grins when he sees the pearlescent dribbles of his seed threaten to push out of your cunt when your walls clench but stays put. "Let me prop those hips up and I'll get you some water." He teases, reaching for his pillow to shove under your hips.

The bedclothes that you just laid out so carefully are rather artistically destroyed, and you pull the sheet up over you once his pillow is under your knees. “No protests,” you tell him when he’s about to open his mouth. “If I’m covered up, I won’t mind laying here longer and the longer I stay like this it increases the chances it will take.”

He doesn't say anything, but he does pout at you. Blowing out a breath but nodding as he climbs off the bed. He won't argue but he has no issue staring at your naked body all night. "I'll get you a bottle of water." He offers, leaning down and kissing your lips before he swipes up his boxers off the floor and slides them on. While the curtains are up in this room, they aren't up around the house yet and he doesn't want the neighbors already hating them. That can come later on.

“Don’t make me miss you too long!” You call after him, giggling a little with your own satisfied happiness as you watch his ass disappear down the hallway toward the stairs. It’s a little surreal, laying here in the bed you know so well but in a totally different room, and with yourself so full of both of your releases that you swear you can feel it.

When he’s gone more than just a few quick minutes you reach to grab your phone out of your shorts from where they are lying discarded on the edge of the bed. Pages upon pages of Pinterest nurseries have been calling your name for months but you haven’t let yourself look yet. Now, though? Now it is not only allowed but welcome. Forest motifs and menageries and whole nautical themes and various sports for parents who are die hard fans. It’s all so cute you want to coo at it, and you wonder how Dave will want to decorate the nursery or if he’s even thought about it.

Downstairs, Dave rushes to find the box that he had made sure that you didn't touch all day. He had labeled it 'Kitchen Shit' knowing that he was going to be the one to unpack all the kitchen equipment. Cutting the box open, he grins down at the book that he had the publisher of your book send him. A special copy they had been more than willing to provide. Taking it out and setting it on the coffee table with a couple of your candles, smirking to himself about your teasing when he had bought you more. Lighting them so that the fragrance starts to fill the air, knowing that he will bring you back down here soon. He grabs the water bottle he had promised and takes the stairs two at a time to get back to you.

“There you are.” When he appears in the doorway again a smile spreads across your face like wildfire. “I was about to come find you.”

"Sorry." He walks over and twists the cap off the bottle to hand it to you. "I got hung up." He doesn't offer more than that, knowing that you will assume that he was just unpacking something in the kitchen. Sliding into the bed beside you, he smirks over at you, your hips still propped up under his pillow. "Comfy?"

“Getting pregnant is going to be fun.” You laugh, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips before you take a drink of water. “Wanna see the Pinterest baby nursery rabbit hole I fell down while you were gone?”

He smiles, having already anticipated your boards you would have pinned and ideas already floating around your head. You were a dreamer, the wants of your life seemingly all coming true now. Dave was a planner, a do-er, and the two of you seemed to complement each other without stifling. "I'd love to." He murmurs, turning so he can see your screen, hand creeping under the sheet to slide across your generous tummy protectively, like you were already pregnant.

“So, I’m only looking at gender neutral ones.” Nuzzling into him is a reflex now, and you tap your phone screen to bring it back to life. “Forests, safaris, zoos, nautical stuff, specifics animals and sports teams…then there’s the specific as hell stuff. Like Wonderland or Neverland. And somehow Old West is a baby room theme?”

"I can see it." Dave grins at your confusion and looks back at the screen. "Which ones do you like?"

“I think I like Neverland.” Flipping open a different tab of your browser, you pull up a few images of nurseries that have combinations of forest and coastal decoration along with themed maps as wall art and plenty of natural colours throughout, preventing gender from becoming the dominant theme. “If they like the lost boys, we can go heavy on the forest and treehouse stuff as they get older, pirate stuff if they like Captain Hook, or even mermaids or fairies if they like Tinkerbell or the Cove the best.” It may have seeped into your brain just a little bit in the last twenty or so minutes. Maybe. “And look at this.” A different browser tab has a page open to an online store selling an area rug with the design as a map of Neverland. “It’s just an idea, obviously. And we can do anything. But this is…it’s sweet. And it’s versatile.”

“I like it.” Dave nods, looking at the designs. “We can get someone in to paint murals on the walls, unless painting is also your thing?”

“Actually?” The smile on your face spreads excitedly. “My dad painted those murals on my bedroom walls at the house in Delaware.” Dave had loved the forest scenes and teased you about wanting to be a fairy when you were a kid. “I bet he’d love it if we asked him to paint for his grandbaby.”

"Then I say we ask him to paint the nursery." Dave had already asked your father to come up and stay for a week or so after the two of you finished moving into the house and setting it up. He had a party planned for the two of you that he knows you would want your father present at. It was surprising that Kate hadn't spilled the secret: the housewarming party is also going to be an engagement party.

“He’ll love that.” You bookmark the rug on your browser and flip back to the myriad of Pinterest pictures with a smile. “And he’ll like the excuse to come visit while I’m pregnant.”

"I have a feeling that your dad is going to be here often." He hums. "I invited him to the housewarming by the way. I didn't think you would mind."

“Oooh, that’s perfect! Thank you, honey.” Your relief at having a father and soulmate that get along is fairly palpable, and Dave gets all the bonus points and appreciative head in the world on the days they golf together.

He snorts and leans in to kiss your cheek. "Of course, baby." He hums, smirking to himself thinking of when you learn that he had planned this out: asking your father for permission to marry you months ago, actually asked the first time he had met the man. Although your father had made him wait until the second golf outing for his answer. Testing him to see if he was patient.

“I love you so much.” Leaning into his embrace, your head rests easily against his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat. It’s a gentle, sweet thing until your stomach rumbles and sends both of you into a fit of laughter at the almost cartoonish sound. “Maybe we should order dinner?” You laugh, knowing that the kitchen things haven’t been unpacked yet - and even if they had there isn’t enough food in the house to make a meal of.

"Yeah." He agrees quickly, ready for you to go downstairs so he can do exactly what he's been planning on since you determined the move-in date. "Let's get dressed and order whatever you want."

“Japanese?” More than a few nights sitting on the half-finished floors of this house during the planning and construction phases, dinner had come from the Japanese restaurant a few blocks away. The owner already knows your names and includes extra dipping sauces in with your appetizers.

"That sounds good." He smirks and pulls the covers off of you to slap your thigh playfully. "Make sure to order saké too." He tells you, knowing that he will want to have the Japanese liquor with his sushi. "And eat all the sushi you want before it's banned."

“Should I just order us a bunch of rolls to share and some crab rangoon?” You’re already pulling up the restaurant’s website and signing into your account where all your previous orders are saved, and so much of what you like overlaps that it makes things easy.

"That sounds good to me." Dave nods, picking up your clothes and laying them out for you to get redressed. "But order two of the spicy tuna rolls." He flashes you a grin. "I want one to myself."

“Got it.” A minute or two later you’re crawling out of bed to get dressed again, earning a chuckle from Dave when you pull on the ’I <3 My Army Soulmate’ t-shirt that Katie gifted you instead of the extremely sweaty and gross shirt you had been wearing while unpacking all day.

He chuckles and shakes his head, reaching out to pinch a nipple. "You like that shirt huh?" He asks, playfully. "It's the third time you've worn that since Kate gave it to you."

“I love you.” You remind him needlessly. “And I’m proud of you.”

“The army is behind me.” He reminds you, leaning in and kissing your temple. “You are my future baby.”

“If you don’t like it, I won’t wear it anymore.” But to you it’s a bit like if one of your old college friends had given him a t-shirt of your alma mater. It’s symbolic of embracing all of him.

“Absolutely not.” Dave reminds himself that you will sometimes take things differently than he means them. “I like it on you. Just wish I met you while I was still in.”

“Sometimes I think about if my parents had moved back to Rhode Island after college instead of staying in Delaware.” Slipping your hand into his, the two of you head for the stairs together. “Some accidental meeting, like you coming to my high school prom with another girl and us meeting that way. Or even at the beach.” You look up at him and offer him a dreamy smile on the stairs. “Maybe I’ll use that for the next book.”

"You should." Dave will always encourage your ideas. "And honestly? I want you to expand on your coffee shop story." He admits with a grin. He treasures that story that you had written for him for Christmas and has re-read it several times.

“That story is just for you.” You tell him honestly. Not even Katie has read it, not because you’re embarrassed of it but because it’s something that you made especially for Dave. “But if you like it that much maybe I’ll write you a little follow-up for your birthday.”

"I would love that." He tells you honestly. "My own personalized story."

Grinning up at him, you stretch to kiss him before turning down the stairs again. The faint smell of your favorite candles meets your nose, and you wonder if maybe he unpacked another box while he was down here getting water, but it’s very obvious what he’s done once you get a look into the living room.

On the coffee table, surrounded by your favorite scented candles - the ones you teased him about getting more of barely a week ago - is the very first copy of your book from your publisher. “Oooh, my god.” You’ve seen pictures of what it will look like, sure, but not an actual book in person yet. “When did this get here?”

"This?" He asks coyly, grinning at you. "This came about two days ago." He admits with a small shrug of his shoulders. "This is a very special copy that I asked the publisher for." He explains.

“Two days?” The pout you send in his direction is so exaggerated that your lip nearly folds in half. The cover is a cabin snow scene with two lovers pictured embracing, and the man is holding a gun behind his back. It’s a quintessential romance genre cover and you could not possibly love it more. The title, Murder Wears a Lab Coat, is scrawled across the top of the cover, and like a movie poster, the inside of the dust cover proclaims: ’Sometimes Chemistry Just Can’t Be Denied!’ But the very best part of the whole thing is something that most people wouldn’t even blink at. ‘by S.H. York’ wouldn’t raise any eyebrows anywhere, but it makes you grin. S.H. for Sweetheart. Although the character, Pedro, calls his girl ‘Angel’.

"Yes, two days." Dave scrunches his nose at you and reaches out to pick up the book, caressing the cover and taking a deep breath before he hands it to you. "I thought you would appreciate this, considering this was the story you were developing as we fell in love. It's our love story."

“Of course it’s our story. That’s why it’s dedicated to you.” The volume feels a little lighter than you expected in your hands, but it’s probably just a trick of your mind. The thing is so weighty and important to you that you expect it to be heavy as marble.

"Open it up." He orders you softly, waiting until you are looking down at it and opening the cover before he shifts off the sofa to kneel down beside you, making the transition smoothly so you don't notice him doing it.

It’s not as though you don’t know every single word inside this book. You put them all there yourself. But the urge to read through everything and cherish it all is strong, so you open the cover like he suggests. Flipping past the title page, you’re met with the sight of a hollow square cut out of your very first novel - inside of which sits a black velvet box. “Oh my god…” That box has been sitting in your father’s safety deposit box for almost your entire life. You’d know it anywhere. When you look over at Dave to try to sputter out a full sentence your jaw drops and tears fill your eyes almost instantly at the sight of him on one knee beside you.

"You are my soulmate, sweetheart." Dave murmurs, reaching out and taking one of your hands to hold gently. "I was curious about you from the moment that I recognized your tattoo. Hell, I've been curious about you my entire life, wondering what kind of woman that the universe had decided would be mine." He gives you a smile, squeezing your hand. "I have not been disappointed, in fact, I've been amazed at how wonderful of a woman you are. You are too good for me, but for some reason, you love me." He chuckles and reaches out to pluck the ring box out of the book and opens it. "Sweetheart, would you marry me?"

Of all the times you imagined this - every crazed and overblown scenario or all the different little slice-of-life ways you thought it might one day happen - Dave has blown them all out of the water yet again. He’s been better for you than anyone you could ever have imagined, no matter how active that writer’s brain of yours has been over the years. You, however, are much less articulate than your dreams. Hiccupping out an immediate “Yes!” through tears before diving forward to kiss him with every ounce of love you have in you. Your mother’s ring – your ring - can wait. This moment is just you and Dave.

Easily wrapping his arms around you, the hollowed-out book is crushed between the two of you and the ring box is held in his fist while he kisses you. Enjoying the joy and eagerness in your kiss, as well as the salty taste of your tears - only because he knows they are tears of joy.

“I love you.” Murmured against his lips is the best way to make that declaration, and it practically vibrates through you as you hold him against you. “I love you so, so much, Dave York. And I can’t fucking wait to marry you.”

"Well, that's a good thing..." He muses, pulling back to give you another grin. "Because I've already told everyone that our housewarming party is also an engagement party." He confesses.

“Everyone?” You can’t help but laugh, shocked that no one had spilled the beans yet. Deirdre and Ari are legendarily bad at holding in excitement about surprises. “That…that’s why Dad’s coming isn’t it?” You sniffle and press in to kiss him again. “How are you so perfect?”

"That's why dad's coming." Dave confirms. "He has to make sure that even though I've asked permission to marry you, that I'm not pushing you too fast." He huffs, rolling his eyes over your overprotective dad.

"And someday, when we have a little girl, you might find yourself just as dead-set on watching over her." The name Alice Diana has cemented itself in your psyches and you've definitely caught yourself referring to your future daughter by name in dreaming with Katie from time to time.

"No doubt." He snorts, fully aware that he would be an overprotective father. He knows exactly what kind of monsters roam the world.

You grin at him, eyes glistening with happy tears. "You're going to see me doing everything with my left hand out for about the next month solid. Every single person I interact with is going to know I found my soulmate."

"Well, first we have to put the ring on your finger." He teases, pulling the box out from around you and plucking the ring out to place it on your hand. "Finger me." He jokes, holding out his hand for yours.

"I think I said that to you this morning." Despite dissolving into giggles, you manage to situate your hand in his and shed a few more excited tears as he slips the ring onto your finger.

"You did and I did." He smirks and leans in to kiss your hand, rubbing the back of your hand. "I remember the neighbor beating on the wall again."

"It was a very nice apartment, but I already love this house." You tug him back up on the sofa to sit beside you, immediately snuggling under his arm. "The next-door neighbors at the apartment would probably throttle us if they had to listen to all the noise we're going to make trying to get pregnant."

"Considering you're ovulating, we might not be trying as much as you think we will be." Dave chuckles, tightening his hold on you.

The fact that he keeps track of your cycle is one of those things that surprised you at first, but you gradually came to think of as just very organized and very Dave. "It'll be celebration sex, then," you tell him matter-of-factly. "And that'll be just as frequent."

"Oh, you know that will happen." Dave assures you. "It's going to be open season, especially if you’re horny during your pregnancy." If you weren't, Dave would just have to jerk off for twelve months.

"If I'm not, we're both going to be extremely upset." You're snuggling into him for another kiss when your phone starts to ring, the phone number of the restaurant's delivery phone popping up on your caller ID. "I want to get it!" You insist immediately, practically jumping up when your phone starts buzzing. "First ever chance to do anything as an engaged woman."

Dave laughs, happy that you are ecstatic to be his fiancée. He watches you answer the phone with a smile on your face, looking back at him and sending him a wink. Less than a year ago, a standard job had brought him into your orbit. Hurdled him into yours and turning it upside down. You had gone from a terrified, meek woman who was horrified at what her soulmate was, to this confident, proud woman who was happy to proclaim him as yours for all the world to see. You have completely changed his life and he couldn't be happier. The copy of your book is sitting proudly on the coffee table, where it will be joined by many others over the coming years. All thanks to your killer writing.

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[taegularities]

GOOD MORNING, BEAUTIFUL RID. it’s 07:47 here. thank you for another masterpiece.

Jungkook is one to walk through the world carelessly, a free spirit. Living life as it comes. At least that’s the picture you’ve painted of him in your head. And to know that he, too, feels insecure about his own work sometimes drenches him in something… authentic.

this is like a quote from a poetry book i read 🥺

“I’m not afraid to take you right here.”

sir-

“And both of us slid down the damn ramp like a skateboard.”

JSNDNDNAJFNA PLEASE!!!!!!

Jungkook can’t fight the laugh that his suggestion calls forth, and he covers it with a shirtsleeve covered hand; his eyes little moons.

🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

[…] Nara…

stfu

“You looked like you were in a better mood afterwards, though,” Yoongi insists, adding more chaos to the madness.

🥹

Peculiar how his words flood you with motivation you haven’t felt before; hope and optimism you want to hold onto.

aah this one is gonna hurt-

That’s the last sentence on the page – it reminds him of you.

YOU BETTER STOP

“I can concentrate a lot better with you around.”

🤣🤣😭😭😭😭😭😭

“For when I get into an actual relationship.”

my heart broke at that bit of jungkook comparing their lives ):

Who knows what they will print and write into their journals and news? He’s way out of your league anyway – or at least that’s what everyone will say once this picture is printed. Not least of all because of the clear difference between your reputations: yours is enormous – and his non-existent.

STOP 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“But I’m here willingly,” he whispers, “I like being with you.”

AAAAAAAAH

“if I’m somewhat okay, little angel… may I kiss you then?”

YES PLEASE GO AHEAD ANDMEKRIEKAMD

“I can’t fuck you stupid if you pass out on me already.”

🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕

“Why are you holding back?” he asks, the smile cocky and lustful; nothing new. “Don’t you think everyone in this house already knows?” He pushes his fingers in harder, rubbing against the rough patch inside you. “That I fuck any logic out of you all the damn time?”

you’re so good at smut and fluff and angst i can’t!!!!

He wraps his fingers around your messy bun and tugs just lightly, pulling your head back.

🐕🐕🐕🐕

“But,” he interrupts, nearly hissing, “you can’t always get what you want, though, can you?”

🥵 but then

“No,” he whispers, his hand leaving your hair to grip your jaw, “no. Let me just please you today, yeah?”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, his voice husky and quiet, kind of intimidating… but still fond somehow. “We’re not done yet.”

JESUS CHRIST

Devours your sounds, watches logic and thinking abilities slip out of your head entirely. The curve of his shaft reaches every sensitive spot inside you, rubs desperately.

oh dear lord

The nickname, usually an irritating term, launches you up and above the clouds; suddenly endearing… maybe even sweet.

oh no-

His lips skim the apple of your cheek… up to your temple; place a kiss on one of your eyebrows with closed eyes.

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

And Jungkook’s heart falls – down and deep into a pit.

EXCUSE ME RID I LOVE YOU BUT WHY?

WAAAAAHHHH PAULEEEEYYYYYY I DON'T DESERVE U !!!!!! u know i absolutely love how u point out most of the things i want pointed out while writing, like u're so 😭 <33

okay, this poetry quote ?! u need to share !! and not the stfu at nara's mention omg 😭 and oh. yeah. if that makes u think this one's gonna hurt, then have fun reading the future parts cos..... 😮‍💨 BUT PLEASE, the 'for when i get into an actual relationship' hurt me sO BAD, TOO !!!

jk comparing his life to oc's.... i know, it really drags him down, but my boy stays strong for her and never says anything :(((( he deserves the best *sniff*

losing it at the cat emojis 🤣 and the 🦋🦋 are real, too goshhhhh </3 ALSO HAHAHAH I'M SO SORRY I KNOW THE ENDING IS MEAN, but i promise things are gonna make sense and work out <3 thank u so much as always, this put such a big smile on my face 😭 i love u fr 😭

[oneofmanyselves]

Okay well theres so manyy ideas 😂🤧

I would definitely love to see your take on an angst post of list like how you did or situation of how he would react if you were in a dangerous/maiden in distress situation from whom le bad guy is

(Mainly got the inspiration from a pov video on you comfort character screaming after you/for you)

Orrr if not then another cute idea like this one that hsjdjskakakd I can't remember what it was but yeah 😅😂😂

I think- it was something along the lines where you would try to sneak into the cave/join him secretly in the battles to help him bc of getting sick of him being injured? And ofc him using every possible way to stop you like gurl- u better get back in the house 🙄🤣 idk something along the lines of that or even more its up to you~

OOOH I am going to do the first one just cause I feel like it's different from what I normally do~

Synopsis: The Batman finding you in a dangerous situation

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, fem Y/N

Type: Oneshot

Dedicated to the hater in my last ‘The Batman’ post’s comment section😘

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The streets of Gotham were a strange and dangerous place, but you were one to find the beauty in even the strangest of situations. Take your boyfriend, Bruce Wayne, a reclusive billionaire with hobbies that go bump in the night. While he was the prince of Gotham, he was also its savior. Of course, only a select few people knew this. Luckily for you, you were one of these people.

You were mad when you first found out about his nightly activities, of course you were. It was dangerous work, and it was frusturating that you couldn’t do anything to help him. But, you realized what it meant to him and you knew that forcing him to stop wasn’t fair. So, you embraced it. You tried to look at the positives: you’re boyfriend was making the city a better place, and you knew that he has a totally awesome girlfriend always ready to patch him up. 

Your thoughts always tended to wander towards Bruce and Batman every time you were walking in the city at night. It’s a guilty pleasure of yours, you know it’s dangerous, yet you can’t stay away from the serenity of Gotham at night. It’s a time where you can think and gaze upon the moon. But still, you knew the dangers lurking around every corner, and every sudden noise had you startled, clutching your purse tighter to your chest. 

It was a particularly loud noise of what sounded like a fight between multiple men that finally sent you walking at a much faster rate. You tried to calm your blood pressure and not panic, you looked to the sky and felt a little bit of ease at the batman symbol, knowing he was out tonight. You were so busy looking up that you weren’t processing what was happening behind you. 

The fighting had stopped with the sudden thud of a body slamming to the ground, and the attackers had turned their attention to someone else - you. 

Trigger warning below (attempted SA):

You felt a pair of hands over you, pulling you away and shoving you into an alley. Every sense became totally clear and you were painfully aware of everything going on around you.

The guy touching you said, “don’t worry baby, we’re not going to hurt you like we did the other guy, we’re just gonna have some fun instead.” You could feel his hands going everywhere on your body, and bile started to rise in your throat. 

There was another guy, too, carefully keeping watch. He spoke up, “hey man, just grab her purse, it’s getting late.”

“You go on ahead, then, I don’t think this girl is gonna be giving me much trouble.” It was painfully true, you had been shoving and pushing and scratching but it was no use. He had caught you by surprise and was much bigger and stronger. You tried desperately to remember the self defense moves Bruce taught you, but through your adrenaline-ridden body and your panic, it was no use. 

You screamed, as loud as you could, but were cut off by a slap from your attacker. “Shut up, bitch. No one’s coming to save you.”

It was just as he managed to undo his buckle that the lookout started to panic, “hey, hey-!” He shouted out right before he was slammed to the ground by an object thrown from the shadows.

Your attacker looked to the direction the object had flown from and loosened his hold on you. You took that opportunity to shove him away. You were frozen in place, relief taking over as you saw none other than The Batman striding out from the shadows. 

The look on his face had you scared, and you were by no means the target of his rage. Instead, it was aimed at the assaulter, who looked like he was about to piss his pants. 

With no warning, Batman lunged at him, knocking the both of them to the ground, Batman straddling the bad man. He unrelentlessly sent punch after bloody punch to your assaulter’s face. 

All you could do was stand there, still in shock. Your blood was pounding in your ears, and you were shaking, but you still felt fine, you thought that it was possible that you would come out of this without trauma, and tried to reason with yourself that he hadn’t gotten that far. But you also knew that the fact that you couldn’t move right now, couldn’t look up from where your boyfriend was beating on the man, wasn’t normal.

run, you tell yourself, do something, anything. But you don’t, you stop and stare for what felt like 20 minutes, but knew was more like 5. 

Finally, you start to feel more grounded, and your senses come back one by one. You realize your Bruce is still punching, and you know that he has to stop. As you make your way over to him, still slightly shaking, you hold down the vomit that is trying to claw its way out of your throat and reach out a hand, putting it on his shoulder. 

“Stop. Just, stop.” You say, softly. 

He stops mid punch, putting his hand down after a couple long seconds. He slowly turns around, getting off the body that was either unconscious or dead, and getting on his knees before you. He doesn’t look you in the eyes until you tilt his head up.

“Thank you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his head. 

In reciprocation, he wraps his strong arms around you, pushing you into him. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he keeps repeating, almost sounding crazed.

“Shhh... it’s not your fault, not at all.”

Eventually, the weight of the alley crushes into you, until you feel like you can’t breathe. “Can we... can we please leave now,” you say, holding back tears as you try to fight back memories of what just happened to you.

Bruce gets up and takes your hand. As you look up at him, you realize you want to see Bruce, not Batman, that’s who you need right now. You start clawing at his mask and he puts his hands on yours to stop you. He takes off his mask and you look at him, really look at him. You run your fingers over his face and find comfort in every sharp angle. 

You hadn’t realized you were crying until he wipes the tears from your face. “C’mon, let’s go home,” he says while grasping your hand, pulling you towards the mansion. 

[meltwonu]

9. “Try to stay quiet, understand?”

11. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

32. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

notes; dom!hoshi, tiger-hybrid!reader, ….threesome, dom!jihoon, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, hair pulling, blowjobs, bukkake, fucking in public, usage of the term ‘master’, this is rly just pwp ☠️ god the way i am fueled by, like, 2 pictures of soonyoung rn AND THE FUCKING TEASER THAT CAME OUT TODAY??? HELLOO>????AND PPL SPECULATING IF THE BACKING VOCALS ARE JIHOON? I AM NOW A WH0RE☠️☠️ also yes this is a continuation of my last hosh drabble! Altho ig you don’t really need to have read that one to get this one? This ones just… smut. 0 plot, all railing ☠️💕 Anyway, as always, thank you for requesting! Sorry I turned it into a 3some! 🤣💕 Enjoy! 

“A-ah… m-master…”

Soonyoung smirks - hands gripping your ass tighter as his cock slams into you with each skillful thrust of his hips. “M-master!”

“Try to stay quiet, understand? You wouldn’t want someone to walk into the sauna and see me fucking your pretty ‘lil cunt, do you, kitten?”

The thought has you clenching harder around his cock; nails digging into his back when his cock curves right into your g-spot. “Ah, I--” You bite down on your bottom lip, images of the male from earlier winking at you from behind the receptionist table flooding your mind.

“Oh? Maybe you do? Hah, greedy ‘lil slut. Who was it?”

Soonyoung pushes you harder against the sauna’s wooden walls; sweat dripping down his and your body as he rocks into you and through the heat and the pleasure, you can’t even remember the male’s name - only his sultry gaze when he watched you walk in with Soonyoung earlier.

You open your mouth, ready to explain yourself when the door to the sauna is tugged open harshly.

“Hey, whoever’s in here has to go, we’re closing in--whoa.”

Jihoon stands in the doorframe, towel slung over his shoulder and hair mussed from a workout as he stares at Soonyoung’s naked body hoisting you up and keeping you pressed tight against the wall.

“Uh…”

He can’t deny the way his cock twitches in his sweats when Soonyoung makes no efforts to stop fucking you.

You really did look pretty like that.

“Mmh, a-ah, m-master…. P-please…!”

Jihoon feels goosebumps rise on his skin at your broken cries and shameless moans that only resonate in the small sauna room - hand clenched right around the towel’s edge as he gulps.

“Well, are you gonna stand there all day, Jihoon? I can’t tell you how much tighter my kitten’s getting with you watching her get her pretty ‘lil cunt fucked.”

Jihoon will admit he’d never done this before.

“God, your fucking pussy is so fuckin’ tight around my cock..!”

But he falls into it with ease when he rocks into you from behind; hands on your waist and cock filling you up perfectly as your walls clamp down onto him harder.

Soonyoung keeps your mouth stuffed full of his cock as he smirks down at your head - hands tangled into your hair as he guides your mouth down onto him.

“I think she was hoping you would walk in. Right, kitten? Did you think Jihoonie was handsome when you saw him?”

The two males share a knowing glance before they’re both thrusting into you at the same time; both of their cocks making you whine and clench at the fullness you feel from both ends.

“God, is she always this wet and tight? Fuck, it feels like she’s gonna cum already.”

Soonyoung lets out a humming noise before he’s tugging on your hair harshly. “Oh? I didn’t know you were so sensitive, kitten.” He mocks, “Or is it just that you’re finally satisfied with two cocks inside your needy mouth and cunt, hmm?”

You moan around him in return; eyes crossing when he pulls on your hair harder. The slight sting bleeds into pleasure as they only start fucking you faster - body jerking between them both.

“I did think she was pretty cute~ Who would’ve thought I’d get to fuck her ‘lil cunt too. Can I cum inside of her?”

The primal need in you wants them both to cum inside of you and fill you up to the brim with their hot cum but you let Soonyoung make the decision as you whimper around his cock instead.

“Got a better idea. Let’s cover her pretty body up in our cum instead. Then get her ‘cleaned’ up in the showers.” He grins.

Soonyoung had to admit - you looked good being stuffed full of cock and he could only imagine the other positions they could get you in with more space in the showers.

Jihoon nods, doubling his pace when he feels you getting even tighter around him from the suggestion.

“I did say she should come around more often~ Maybe you can keep me busy when Soonyoung’s in his training session~” The latter is directed to you and you can’t help but think about sitting on Jihoon’s cock while the two of you sat at the receptionist table or even you on your knees sucking him off from underneath the table while he greeted customers. 

Your thighs tremble when you feel Soonyoung and Jihoon’s cocks throbbing inside of you and when Jihoon wraps a hand around your tail and tugs on it - you can’t stop your orgasm that has you crying around Soonyoung’s cock as your walls flutter around Jihoon’s.

“Oopsies~” Jihoon lets you ride out your orgasm with his cock snug between your walls and Soonyoung massages the base of your ears as you moan around him.

“Her pretty body is so sensitive~ Will she even be able to take more of our cocks after this?”

Soonyoung makes an acknowledging sound as he pretends to think and he’s quick to tug you off of him by the hair as a thread of precum and spit connect your chapped lips to the head of his cock.

“Well? Think you can still take more of us even though your filthy ‘lil cunt already came, kitten?”

You let out a sniffle; eyes wet with fresh tears as the pleasure washes over your entire body.

“Y-yes, master… P-please… fuck me m-more…” Your voice is hoarse and your cheeks stained with tears when Soonyoung lets go of your hair - letting your head roll forward as the sauna’s heat finally catches up to you.

Your entire body buzzes with the post orgasmic bliss but a disappointed moan falls from your lips when you feel Jihoon start to pull out of you.

“Sit up for us, kitten~” Soonyoung coos, vastly different from his rough touch from moments prior. “Be a good ‘lil slut for us.” 

You do your best to obey as you sit on the wooden bench, licking your lips when they both approach you with a hand around their cocks.

“Open your mouth.” Jihoon murmurs. You do as you’re told as they stand on either side of you, jerking themselves off as you sit with your eyes closed and tongue out waiting for them to cum all over you.

There’s a soft growl from Jihoon who cums first - hot rivulets of cum hitting the left side of your face and chest as you moan and grind down onto the bench underneath you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….!”

And it only takes a few more expert flicks of Soonyoung’s wrist before he’s following suit; growls on his lips as he watches your face and body get covered in a mixture of his and Jihoon’s cum.

“Such a messy ‘lil slut… I’ve never seen you this content, kitten~”

Mewling, you open your eyes to watch their hands on their cocks, milking themselves of their orgasm as you draw your tongue back into your mouth to swallow up all the cum that’s landed on it. 

“Fuck, she’s so pretty.”

Soonyoung beams down at you; the pride in his chest swelling knowing that you were his. “I know.”

You can’t help but grind down against the bench more; feeling empty and craving them inside of you again when they start to come down from their highs. 

Their scents make you feel dizzy - heady fuzzy from a combination of it and the heat inside the sauna.

“M-master… I--I want m-more… p-please...”

They both snicker, nodding at each other when Jihoon starts to back away first to collect his things.

“I’ll meet you two in the shower room?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have made a mess in here, Soonyoung…”

“Why?”

“Who’s gonna clean it now?”

“I mean--”

“It’s gonna be one of us so…”

“We can just--”

“I’m already off the clock sooooo...”

Soonyoung lets an exasperated sigh out before he stares pointedly at Jihoon. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god. We’ll both do it, okay? I’ll let kitten take a nap in one of the rooms while we clean and then you can go home. Agreed?”

“Fine. But only if you let me play with her again.” 

Soonyoung rolls his eyes as he nods - already reaching for a clean towel to wipe off the dried cum on the sauna’s bench. 

“Deal.” 

[huggybearsunshine]

Empty Promises VIII

[Part 8] Dean and Cas go for a drive.

A/N: I think this is it for this one, guys! But who knows, there could be a sequel down the line cause my bestie gave me some fun ideas for this as well 🤣

Dean leaned against the frame of the door in silence for a moment, watching Cas patiently respond to each of the movies Jack decided on only to inevitably claim that actually the next one was his real pick- movie after movie.

“How bout this…” the hunter stepped in, drawing Castiel’s eyes to him like a magnet as he picked up the last two options the nephilim had mentioned to hold behind his back, “Right or left?”

The boy perked up excitedly, “…Right!”

“Okay,” Dean handed it to Jack before doing the same to two of his other choices, “How bout now?”

“Hmmm… left this time!” Jack exclaimed.

Dean produced the chosen movie and motioned for him to give back the original choice before holding those two behind his back, “And now?”

“Uhhh… left?” he cut his eyes toward Cas, who nodded in thoughtful agreement, “Yeah, left!”

“Wall-e it is,” he handed the dvd over with a fond grin.

“Yes!” Jack gleefully shoved the disc into the player.

Dean’s eyes found the awaiting blue gaze of the Angel, and his breath caught for a moment at the adoration shining out of them.

He ruffled Jack’s hair before his feet seemed to carry him across the room and nearer to Cas on instinct.

“Figured I’d beat the crowd and get a good seat,” he shrugged, earning a sweet smile from the Angel.

“You will find no argument here,” Cas responded warmly, shoulder brushing against Dean’s as he turned back toward the nephilim now sitting crossed-legged on the floor a little too close to the tv, “Also thank you for your help… We probably would have had to go through every disc in here if you hadn’t intervened.”

“Happy to help,” Dean winked at him before dropping his voice, “Between you and me, I cheated a little…” Dean’s hand reached to take Cas’ and he pulled him toward the couch, “I love that stupid robot movie…”

Dean sat first, pulling the other man down next to him.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Cas’ feigned seriousness but the twinkle in his eye gave him away.

“Can I play the bonus features until Sam and Eileen get here?” Jack spun around to peer pleadingly at the pair on the couch.

“Fine with me,” Dean glanced at Cas who simply nodded in agreement.

The room soon filled with the sound of the DVD, but Dean found himself lost in thought and unable to focus.

“Hey, what if we uh… went for a drive tonight…” Dean set uneasy eyes upon the Angel next to him, “After the movie…”

“That sounds nice,” Cas smiled sweetly.

“Ok… cool…” Dean shifted awkwardly next to him, an upward tilt to his lip.

“Aw, going on a little date?” Sam asked from the doorway, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Leave them alone,” Eileen swatted at him as she pushed past to grab a seat.

“Great, now we can start!” Jack leapt toward the tv to hit the buttons with what could be argued as too much enthusiasm.

“Careful, we need the tv to still work after tonight,” Dean laughed, “I’m not gonna be stuck watching Wall-E for the rest of our lives.”

Sam sunk into the chair, pulling Eileen down with him and onto his lap.

“Okay, got it,” Jack sat back again as the movie began to play.

As they neared the middle of the film, Dean stretched his arms over his head, and if one of them found its way around the back of the couch which happened to also be behind Castiel’s shoulders, it was no one else’s business. And the smile that crept up the Angel’s face just reassured him of that.

When the credits began to roll, Dean stood and clapped his hands.

“Alright, bed for you,” he pointed to the nephilim on the floor.

He turned, a crease in his brow, and Cas found himself on his feet as well.

“Something wrong?” Cas’ brow mirrored the boy’s.

“I don’t think I sleep anymore,” he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“You could watch another movie while we’re out,” the Angel suggested.

“And we’ll all make some cocoa before we crash,” Sam stood, helping Eileen to her feet as he did.

“Ok,” Jack beamed and jumped to his feet.

As their steps disappeared down the hall, Cas turned the tv off and began to put away the DVDs that were still scattered across the floor.

“I’m gonna go grab my jacket,” Dean scratched the back of his neck, “If you still wanna go…”

“Yes,” Cas reassured, turning back to the hunter, “Should I meet you in the garage?”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you there,” Dean shifted once before disappearing through the door.

Once they were loaded into Baby and on their way, the drive was spent with low music and comfortable silence.

“I wanted to show you something,” Dean finally spoke a few miles down the road, “It’s uh.. right up here…”

Cas just looked at him with an unreadable expression for a moment before responding.

“Your energy seems off, Dean…” his head tilted slightly, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just got a lot on my mind…” he chanced a glance at him but settled his eyes back on the road again as they came upon a break in the steady tree line, “Here.”

He pulled the impala to the side of the road and nodded his head in a way that had Cas following him out of the car.

They settled at the front and Dean leaned carefully against the hood.

It was a stretch of open field with pops of fireflies lighting the ground in a way that perfectly mirrored the stars above them.

“It’s beautiful,” Cas smiled softly, his arm brushing Dean’s in a way that had become so natural to the two lately.

“It’s where I used to come when you were gone…” Dean’s voice was quieter than usual, “To heaven or wherever else you’d pop off to…”

“Oh,” was all Cas’ mind would provide at that information.

“And I came here a lot when we were fighting after Mom died…” he fidgeted with his hands, “It always sort of reminded me of you…”

“Sounds like this was a place you went when you were upset…” Cas’ eyes were now locked on Dean’s profile, studying the movements on his face as if he were piecing together a puzzle.

“I thought we could make it our spot instead…” the hunter shrugged.

“It’s a good spot,” Cas’ hand covered Dean’s where he had been picking at his nails, “I’m glad you shared it with me.”

“Yeah,” Dean’s breath pushed out as his eyes met with Cas’ softened gaze, “Yeah, me too…”

The two turned their gaze toward the scene ahead and neither knew how much time passed that way before they climbed back into the impala to head home, a strange sort of calm and understanding now present in the car that hadn’t been there before.

It felt like peace.

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@spuffy-destiel Always my muse! Thank you for keeping me sane through this one! I needed it! 🤣

@destieliscanon5nov @imthedoctorlove @skylerkernaghan

Thank you to everyone! This fic gave me some much needed closure with these two idiots! 💚💙

[canalciego]

here's my request. Aleksi falls out of love in the relationship and you don't realize it.

okay now again English is my second language, hell even Spanish feels like my second language sometimes 🤣 also sorry for the delay, was working on a monograph, anyways.

Also shoutout to me for writing like 2000 words at 1 am. Anyways enjoy!

Aleksi and you were hanging out with a few of your friends as it was usual when the band came back from tour, and now that the boys had recharged their batteries it was time to celebrate. A friend of theirs owned a small bar and he had offered the place to celebrate the success of their European tour.

“C’mon we’re gonna be late! The uber is here already!” You heard his voice from the door.

“Gimme a sec!” you replied while rushing out of your room while putting your coat on. He gave you a quick glimpse and didn’t say a single word, he simply opened the door and started walking out of the apartment. A few months ago, he would have complimented you, mentioning you looked beautiful, or that he had to be your bodyguard so no guy would get too close to you. But for the past few weeks, you hadn’t heard any compliments from his mouth. Even before they left on tour. Rushing out of the apartment and running down the stairs you found him inside the uber already. This wasn’t new as you usually closed the door and made sure you had everything so sometimes, he’d be the first to go so the Uber wouldn’t leave, but he’d always wait for you usually leaning on the car or with the door open for you to go in.

Not tonight, tonight he was already sitting in the backside of the uber and with his gaze fixed on his phone… Could there be someone else? Malicious thoughts began creeping into your mind

Aleksi hadn’t looked up from his screen when you got inside the car, nor asked if you had locked the door. What else could you do? Push him to talk? Force him to open up? No, that wasn’t a good way to fix this. You would have to get through the night and talk with him about it tomorrow.

The question still lingered in your head, was there someone else? Or had the flame just died? Slowly out of the corner of your eye you tried to see what he was doing on his phone; he was just scrolling from one app to the other one and constantly refreshing them for new content.

What had happened? When did you two had lost each other? Lost in your thoughts throughout the ride and from time to time looking at him it had become apparent to you, like a veil removed from your head. The love was gone, the flame that kept your love alive was gone. At least on his side, you still cared deeply for him still loved him. But you couldn’t force that out of him.

“Excited for tonight?” You asked trying to start small talk with him.

“Hmm” he answered.

Usually, he would start telling you all about the tour and giving you more details that he might have forgotten to tell you earlier. Or even telling you again about the shenanigans the boys had done. Not now, not even when he had wakened up from his long nap after arriving home from tour. Not during dinner or breakfast the next day. When you had asked him “How was the tour?” his dry reply was “Fine, just the usual stuff, you know.” You guessed you knew? Not wanting to force it out of him you brushed it off as him being still exhausted from touring. But still a week later you hadn’t heard much about their tour life of the past month.

“Have a good night!” The voice of the driver brought you back to reality and seeing that Aleksi had exited the car already and was waiting for you on the sidewalk with his phone in hand.

“Thank you, you too” You replied and exited the car as well, once you closed the door you heard Aleksi walking towards the bar. He got there and held the door open for you to go in first. Walking in you heard the music in the background and noise of your friends coming from the inside.

“Hey! The Kaunisvesis just got here! Now everyone is here.” Joonas exclaimed. They had started calling you the Kaunisvesis after you had moved in with him around two years ago. You only smiled at what was said, bringing memories of the day you and Aleksi had carried boxes from your car to his apartment probably hundred times. Your mind replaced that fast by running through all the possible scenarios that could happen tomorrow…

The night was dragging itself very slowly. Everyone around you was glowing with happiness and enthusiasm. How could they not? They were all reunited with boyfriends, girlfriends, and friends who hadn’t seen for a month and a few weeks.

Looking at Aleksi talking with the boys by the bar, he was glowing too, a glow that you hadn't seen for the past week. He was at his comfort here with friends that were more like family. Checking the time and realizing that it was still early before you two had to leave the party, you decided to busy yourself with something else or those thoughts would drive you crazy.

In the back a few people were throwing darts to the dartboard, leaving your coat in the booth you were sharing with some of the girls you made your way towards the group, you recognized Santeri and a few of the techs.

“Mind if I join you guys?” You asked, the laughter stopped, and they turned to look at you.

“Of course! The more the merrier, right?” Santeri asked and you saw how his eyes went from you to Aleksi in the background. You knew where he was sitting at the bar with Joel and Joonas.

“The problem is I’ve never thrown darts before, so I might need some help.” You admitted, although you just needed something to keep yourself distracted with.

“It’s easy, look how I do it,” Mikko suggested and you observed the way he threw the dart at the board. It did look easy.

Probably an hour had gone by and Aleksi hadn’t come to check on you, it seemed that he had forgotten that he came with company. Maybe that’s what he wanted? To forget about you. Forget about your relationship? Your thoughts were only salt to the wound you had discovered in the car on your way here.

Still throwing darts and putting those thoughts away you continued laughing with the guys, pretending everything was okay. You couldn’t explode here, you couldn’t confront him about it, although all you wanted was tell him man up and tell you things were over.

Thirty minutes later and you knew that coming here was a mistake, you had seen him comfortably laughing with some of the boys and girls that had come to the little party.

He obviously didn’t need you here or in his life anymore. As the night moved on your thoughts became darker and darker. Why put you through so much pain? Ignoring you the whole night? Was this his evil way of telling you that things were over? Why? Why through such a painful way? What had you done to him, for him to believe you deserved to be put through this hell? It had been three hours since you had arrived, and he had not come near you once. You could tell the people around you were noticing as pity looks were thrown your way.

You wanted to be gone, to go home right now and pack your things and leave. Receiving pity looks from both boys and girls was humiliating. Walking towards the bathroom Joel’s girlfriend joined you claiming she needed to use it as well. Excuses.

“Is everything okay? You guys seem off today.” She asked as you washed your hands.

“Everything is dandy, perfect.” You replied, not wanting to crack in front of her, she would tell Joel and then everyone would know about it.

“You know if you need to talk with someone I am here.”

“Thank you, I just need fresh hair. I am feeling lightheaded. Maybe I had too many drinks.” Lies, you hadn’t had a single droplet of alcohol, and even if you had drunk any it would have been impossible to intoxicate your brain with all the things that were going on. Passing a hand through your hair you left the girl alone and walked out.

You needed to leave; you could talk with him tomorrow. Was there even a point in talking with him? It seemed clear that things were over. Ignoring a few glances, you made your way to the empty booth and grabbed your coat and bag, ready to leave.

The air was thick in the bar, it was suffocating you, looking at all the couples and friends laughing didn’t help. Tears slowly blurred your vision, as millions of memories were being shown to you as if it were a projector of you and Aleksi in the same way as those couples. Laughing and hugging each other or simply with his head on your shoulder as he would slowly sober up. Or his head on your lap as he would fall asleep after one too many drinks. You had been in their position at a certain point, but now it was over. You opened the door of the bar intending to leave when more memories hit you, having to carry him out of bars while he would be a giggling mess and telling you how much he loved you. When was the last time he had said those words to you? He didn’t even mention them before he left on tour, just a simple bye and a kiss on your forehead was all you had gotten from him.

Oh god, you had been blind! This relationship was dead to him for a few months now.

You stood on the sidewalk and brought your phone out to order an Uber. Where? Did you want to go back home? Could you even call it home? You had to, he would return to the apartment and then you needed to make things official plus all your things were there and you didn’t want to worry your family or friends by asking them if you could come over after the middle of the night.

Home it was.

It was probably five minutes that you had been waiting for the uber to arrive when you heard his voice behind you.

“Hey, what you doing out here? It’s cold, c’mon let’s go back inside.” He said from behind you. Why go back inside? So, he could keep ignoring you and continue getting pity glances? No.

“No, I’m going back to the apartment.” You replied, looking up to the sky in a way to hide and prevent the few tears that were threatening to fall. Those little traitors.

“You’re going back home? Why?” Home, that place stopped being home after tonight.

“Please Aleksi, don’t make me answer that question. I just want to leave, and we can talk about this tomorrow morning.” You answered while cleaning the little traitor droplets that were falling down your cheeks.

“Whatever. Do whatever you want.” He replied annoyed, you knew his voice too well that you didn’t need to see his face to know he was annoyed.

You took a deep breath getting ready to answer and pour out your emotions.

“You are right, I’m gonna do whatever I will go pack my shit right now and move out. Why did you have to put me through this Aleksi? Why couldn’t you be a man and tell me that you didn't want me anymore? Huh? Were you going to wait and see how long it was gonna take me to realize it? Is this a game you are playing? Let’s see how long it takes her to realize that I don’t love her anymore. What a sick and twisted game Aleksi.” You finally turned around to look at those beautiful eyes that you loved so much, it hurt looking at them now. Once upon a time those blue crystalline eyes could make anything feel better, now they were hurting you. Because you could see it in his eyes that the words that left your mouth were true. He had stopped loving you a long time ago.

“I... I am sorry, I am truly..-” he stumbled over his words.

By this point your face was full of tears running down your cheeks, you couldn’t control them anymore, the tears nor your emotions.

“I don’t wanna hear it. Please you have hurt me enough with your actions tonight. Go back with your friends, celebrate the tour. Please go back inside and continue pretending I am not there. I will...-”

“No, no, please they are also your friends. You need to calm down a bit then we will go home and discuss all of this.” He cut you off and as he said that your uber had arrived. The driver had rolled down his window and asked if it was you who he had to come to pick up. You only nodded with your head and held up your hand to tell him to give you a minute.

“No Aleksi the veil has fallen off my eyes and I see it now. Please go back with them, they’re your friends. Besides just looking at you hurts me; it hurts me that you put me through this for this past week… I thought you were still exhausted from touring but it’s not that. You’ve just grown tired of me. I will be gone out of the apartment by tomorrow. Don’t worry.” You said leaving him speechless as you got in the car and instructed the driver to leave.

[windupnamazu]

>TEXT CHANNELS #mom-panic

ffxivwrite2020 #13: badinage || masterlist || ao3 mirror

⮞ lunya and «balefire». 680 words? ⮞ «balefire»’s main street/modern au! its... a chatroom fic... i know... ⮞ lunya's first mistake was telling her friends she had any sort of feelings for the new boy in town

"light, playful banter or raillery."

closest to hell ok. fuck. closest to hell earlier today raha went off on this huge tangent about old sharlayan fashion for me and he brought in these books that were in limited print!! exclusively in sharlayan!!! and he went on for like, three hours and i. was just enraptured. it was so endearing and im like, im having a moment. ive been having a moment and i AM having a moment. like ideologically i dont agree with men but they REALLY went off with this one closest to hell twelve help me i cant NOT kiss him banned for baby crimes but you wont :3c closest to hell but i wont because im a coward yes, we established this last week and you and zaya squashed all the fruit gummies my dad sent me, i know closest to hell let me cry about this cute boy kriles been hiding from me for years in PEACE banned for baby crimes lunya youre posting cringe :''') closest to hell satina im going to put thumbtacks in your shoes

"We are sitting at the same table," Hanami finally snapped, glowering over the rim of her glasses while she stabbed her spoon at one of the pastries spread before them, the ones the café owners special-ordered to work around her six million allergies, "So I do not understand why you are texting each other."

"'Cause the others aren't here yet, Grandma." Lunya rolled her eyes, ducking her head in time to avoid her friend's swing. "Also, like, I'm not going to talk about this out loud in public while Tataru's on shift, I don't have a death wish."

Hanami frowned harder than she already was. "You just called me Grandma."

Sati reached across the table and took the Au Ra's hand in hers, patting the back of it very patiently. "Yes, yes, you're very scary, Nami. But you don't gossip—"

"I do," Tataru announced cheekily as she pushed through the café's front door, striding across the patio to them with their drinks. "The whole town already knows Lunya's got a crush on that boy visiting the Baldesions for the summer, by the way. It's just not exciting anymore."

"I'm gonna get Seven to review bomb your Moogle page," Lunya promised her as she handed out their drinks, and Tataru just grinned, wriggling her fingers slyly at them before she went back to work.

local breadhead lmaooo you two local breadhead also we're on our way! we're a lil late cause eos knocked over the baguettes 🥺 Hanami Hagane That is what you get for letting your cat have free rein in your bakery. reese is in pieces :O( they yell if we dont :( reese is in pieces :O( also has anyone heard from zaya? this says zaya 🏃🏽🌻💪 closest to hell i think that means theyre heading over from a'dewahs shop banned for baby crimes ok ok ok so banned for baby crimes lunya. we take your little man to the arcade. > local breadhead little man pffff Hanami Hagane He is taller than you. this says zaya 🤣 banned for baby crimes NOT EMOTIONALLY!!! banned for baby crimes and like. youre like, freaky good at ddr and all the games n stuff, so you can just show off all night and impress him and he'll be like banned for baby crimes "ooh miss lanya youre sooo cool ooooh please make out with me" closest to hell you just want me to get the tickets to get you that big strawberry plush you told the aliapohs to order as a prize since ihgets banned from there for making khloe cry banned for baby crimes maybe so reese is in pieces :O( you could just reese is in pieces :O( ask him on a date? Hanami Hagane I agree with Reese. You are both so obvious, he will say yes if you ask him. closest to hell i dont need to take advice from linkcord light theme users local breadhead f banned for baby crimes f this says zaya 😬 reese is in pieces :O( :(

[middle-eastern-queen]

The Expanse Thoughts:

Season 5 episode 2

Why does every episode start with an attack from an unknown vessel 😐😂

I missed Drummer but has her accent changed? She doesn’t sound the same. Maybe it’s just me.

Am I the only one who finds it weird that these people still manage to find time to make out and have sex in a near-death situation IN SPACE?!

Yea no Drummer’s accent has DEFINITELY changed. She sounds a lot more American. Maybe the actress forgot the fake accent she used when they returned to film season 5 after the break 😂😂

They found ashford’s ship 😭

The intro never gets old

Baltimore! Amos! IM SO READY!

I’ve said this before I’ll say it again God he’s so pretty 🤩

Amos still having a soft spot for children 😭

Ok but why does no one recognize him?🤨😂

TIMOTHY?! His real name is TIMOTHY?! How did he go from Timothy to Amos?! 😂😂

This poor Charles guy has NO idea who he’s dealing with does he😂😂😂

Amos being Amos 😂😂

“You need to beat me up to make yourself feel better about abandoning her here? Just do it” OUCH

The camera work made me think Amos was gonna push the poor guy off the second floor for a sec 😂😂😂😂😂

“Tea sounds great?” Amos and EMOTION?! WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO?!

“Float to the top or sink to the bottom. Everything in the middle is the churn.” There it is again! Turns out Lydia told him that.

Erich. He even has an Evil name.

The roci is taking an awful long time to be fixed

Monica: I haven’t been honest with you. Holden: I’m shocked! Me:😂😂

Is Monica dead? (Please say yes she was on my last nerve.)

“We have a problem” when do you NOT?

What’s up with bobbie? She’s unbearable

Alex seems less shocked than he should be 😂

“He’ll talk to me” Does Alex have a death wish or???

Why does Amos always look for trouble?😂

Amos beats the man up. Also Amos: politely says “I understand you’re just doing your job”. 🤣🤣

What Amos wants Amos gets

Lecture halls in Mars look GREAT😂

This guy sounds like he’s reading a text book as a speech

Alex PLEASE don’t fall for it

Alasavara’s daughter?! First time we’re seeing her. This is unexpected

Her daughter is a tad bit rude

“What you do?” “There was a button I pushed it.” “Jesus Christ is that really how you go through life?” IM DYING 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Monica’s sneaky contact lenses came in handy I see

This annoying character just doesn’t want to go away does she?

The WAY I give zero shits about Monica

I really would rather watch the show without this backstabbing bitch, but it seems like they’re saving her life (unfortunately).

What the heck is “live soil”.

Amos really has a death wish too

The WAY he gives zero shits tho😂

I already hate this Erich

Ugh this Erich guy is already annoying me

They’re gonna do something to Amos aren’t they

I don’t trust themmmmmm

Amos get out of thereeeee

Thank god hes out without a scratch

I’m really forced to care about Monica this episode, when I don’t give a single damn

Ok so are we gonna call Amos Timothy from now on? Or are we sticking with Amos?😂

Damn Baby Amos was pretty too

Aw Lydia and Timothy

Awww Amos sitting in a corner crying

These people want a death wish DONT they

The way Amos just scares people by just his face 😂😂

So who does Amos want to see?

So no Naomi this episode. Interesting.

That’s the end of episode 2 guys!

[nakalimutang-sumpaan]

Unexpected.

So apparently, they broke up. 🤯

I really thought after the day he came over to have dinner and him telling me about her parents coming and him planning to ask them for permission that he was going to propose soon.

But like he stated last year, the situation is the same. And that SUCKS. 2 years down the drain dude. Then again I’m not surprised bc that specific thing he said about her didn’t sit well with me and got me feeling like this may not last, as much as I really do like her for him. Disobedience never results in a blessing. My question now is...why though? Because I don’t get it.

Honestly though, I was expecting him to automatically hit us/me up and want to hang out more often because that’s how he’s been. Whenever he doesn’t work out with a girl, he’ll show up and constantly hang out. Truthfully, I was expecting him to be extremely emotional. But like what was brought up, losing 2 years is better than several years. Plus, he’s gonna save up on a lot of gas from not having to drive 2 hours.

But what’s more surprising is that I texted him today and yeah he seemed off through text... but after him coming over, he actually seems okay. That threw me off so much. Maybe it just hasn’t hit him yet? Idk. Or maybe it’s because they’re still talking and nobody was at fault. It seemed like a civil break up. They most likely just said that they broke up or did it in the heat of the moment but then are still talking. But the him I knew would have been overly emotional. He would simp hard and give everything to save what he had. But I guess he’s really grown and it makes me so happy and proud of him. We were in the kitchen earlier while everyone was in the living room and as I was cooking for him when he arrived, he hugged me out of the blue like he used to and asked how I was even if I had already greeted him since I opened the door for him to enter before that. Weird because as I looked at the reflection on the microwave it looked like he was gonna kiss my forehead as I turned my head to look up, and Idk why but I had this strange feeling/urge to kiss his cheek?...as if it was normal/automatic and like I’ve done it before. I felt so uneasy internally bc of the thought lol. I told him I was good and asked HIM how he was. He said he’s doing okay, and that he’s just tired.. in a way that he actually meant it.

And then as everyone was singing karaoke, To Make You Feel My Love came on and Tiana and Neil did a duet lol as I walked to the kitchen again to clean up while singing along and the magnet hug that I mentioned we used to do but hasn’t happened in a while happened lol. He just randomly came up to me singing too and we hugged, which turned into a fairly long hug which lowkey made me feel some typa way, and I was about to pat his back like “aww it’s okay/okay that’s enough now” but literally as I was about to, he ended up swaying us, and it turned into a slow dance and us spin hugging around the kitchen 🥺 AWH. TBH IT WAS PRETTY DARN CUTE. And honestly I felt some typa way bc he’s YET AGAIN done something I’ve always wanted a guy to do with me, plus that was the first song I learned to play on the uke and kinda associated with him a few years ago. So yeah, in a way it felt like a full circle moment... or half circle moment bc we’re not together and full circle would be us dancing to this song for our wedding or something LOL which I really cannot see happening. That’s how I know I don’t actually have feelings for him like that even if I have my moments. But anyways, then he kiiinda ruined a low key romantic moment but at the same time completely made that moment bc then he randomly grabbed my hand and subtly pushed me away from him, and yelled, “SALSA!” And started salsa dancing 😂😂😂 I thought it was HYSTERICAL and we busted out laughing SO HARD. PROBABLY SOME OF THE LOUDEST LAUGHS I’VE/WE’VE EVER HAD. 🤣🤣🤣 Ngl though in that moment I thought “ahh this is some best friend type stuff, I missed you/us being like this.” But man... I hope he actually truly is okay.