#and i will finally get what ive always wanted. and i am so fucking ready.

[tidekissed]

i also scored well on an assignment i thought i bombed so. we're just kicking ass. gonna try and keep up this momentum for the rest of my essentially last semester so that i finish undergrad looking really good.

#tidepool chats #honestly just. so proud of everything ive done #despite the MANY roadblocks and curveballs that got thrown at me #in the end im only taking 1 extra semester than i would have #and am only abt a year behind because of the year i had to take off #so that i didnt. die. #literally. #so. now i'm just going to continue working hard academically and on my health #and i will finally get what ive always wanted. and i am so fucking ready. #it's such a good feeling when you can SEE people around you starting to realize just how smart you are #like yes i am brilliant. glad you've caught on. #and it's so much progress to be able to even say that about myself #just. yeah. even though it's hard i've made SIGNIFICANT strides #just. happy. gonna keep kicking ass.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#hmm its been an interesting week i suppose #very busy in a good way. but that is always how it starts. i make myself so busy and it feels good and then i wobble and fall out of my body #so im feeling wary. also bc ive been under sleeping more than ususal but im not really tired but im also not boiling out of my skin with #energy. i just feel ok. so thats good. but also a demon in the back of my head is always like: then stay up all night. lets see how far we #can push this. which is not good. and in fact ive been proscribed like basically emergency mood stablizers to knock me out if i start like #losing my mind and not sleeping lol. bc i dont wanna b getting ready for something big and like completely unavailable to control my #ability to think. and ive also been proscribed birth control to get a handke on my fucked up hormones. so we'll see if that makes things #less all over the place. hopefully it works bc im so busy i kinda dont have time to like freak thr fuck out #but i am a lil apprehensive bc like i can count on my hormones to make me feel things when a lot of the time i dont have much emotional #range. so its like fuck finally i can cry abt this. or like fuck this is so beautiful. but then i also cant function sometimes #so i guess i just gotta see what happens. sigh. also the typical frustrating in having to read so much. like ppl hear im dyslexic and r like #oh do u want accommodation? like literally wtf r u gonna do to help me as a grad student? it just takes an agonizing amount of time to #understand thing. i have my computer read to me and i suffer. theres literally nothing else to b done abt it. and fucking next week i have #to teach a fucking lab abt reading scientific papers. they have to read a paper in class. fuck off. those r the types of exercises that make #me feel so fucking stupid. like do this thing right now. read it right here and answer questions abt it. and i fucking read it and retain #fucking nothing. im fucking 26 and literally in my grant writing class i have to apologize to every person before i give them feedback like #lol sorry i can barely fucking read. i fucking cant understand language. its fine but it sucks. theres nothing to do abt it. it just makes #me mad i have to teach a class that would have made me cry as an undergrad. so ill prob hold their hands thru it more than the other TAs #will. bc fuck u im not making them read a whole fucking paper in class. fuck u #plus the frustration of not being able to express myself well in thr moments. like theres a delay in my brain so i feel so dumb when im #trying to convey myself off the top of my head. like give me time and ill write it all out for u i just cant actually process wtf ur saying #to me. also i probably spaced out for a sec so i missed part of the convo lol. frustrating but at this point its just how it is. it makes me #more empathetic when i have to teach i guess. like listen ive got all kinds of fucking learning probs i just wanna help u learn something #how can i help? fucking dyslexia. god. i dont wanna prep for class this weekend. ive gotta show up like yea i kno reading papers is hard at #first but it gets easier! fuck u. its worth the suffering if i enjoy to topic but its always suffering. but thats what i get for going into #academia. thr dr who proscribed me stuff was like well sounds like u have a stress trigger and ur a phd student where life is stress... u #gotta figure out whats gonna work for u. sometimes thats a career change. not in like a pushy way just like: if what u do makes u suffer #then wtf r u doing? and hes got a point. but in contrast to what i was doing this is a massive improvement #well see if its manageable. ugh. i just wanna draw #unrelated

[reiincarnatiion]

shadows of destiny | azriel x reader | part three

summary: azriel jealous and yearning for Y/N

🧚‍♀️

a/n: sorry guys for the long assss wait, ive been on exchange in the uk so i have been busy living life hehe, still here and loving it!! hope you guys like this one, love you all cuties <33 also this isnt proof read so sorry for any mistakes! let me know what you think, i love all of your sweet messages !! eeeeeee

read : [part one] [part two]

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You woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache and a parched mouth, confused as to how you had made it to your bed from last night. The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a hazy glow over your room.

Groaning loudly, you cursed as you shifted your weight around, consequently turning your head to come face to face with Lucien's chiseled features, peacefully sleeping next to you. It took you a second to realize he was shirtless as well.

You screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

His mechanical eye swirled open, followed by his other. "Tell me we didn't."

"DID what," Lucien murmured, a small smirk gracing his features as he stared up at the ceiling. Amusement danced in his eyes as he stretched languidly against the sheets. His morning rasp tingled inside you and nicked at you annoyingly. This could not have happened. The headache of whatever liquids and maybe even other substances you had consumed yesterday hit you hard, and you fell back to face the ceiling as well, nausea threatening to overwhelm you.

"You little slut, you know what I meant," you groaned, rolling onto your front in a feeble attempt to quell the oncoming headache and urge to vomit.

You felt Lucien shift next to you as well, attempting to detangle himself from the crisp black sheets of your bed. "We must have done it."

"NO Lucien."

"YES."

"NO, I CAN'T-"

"…why not," Lucien breathed out. His demeanor had changed since you last saw him sober; something had happened last night, and you could not remember, but he was acting differently.

"All I am saying is that last night made me realize things about you, Y/N…" he continued, rising from the sheets. You raised your eyes in horror, ready to scream because you did not want to get flashed by fiery dick-

-a pair of orange breeches came into view.

"Oh."

"Upset that we didn't actually sleep together, Y/N?"

An unknown feeling of red-hotness spread throughout your face, turning your cheeks pink. "I hate you, Lucien," you hummed.

"What did you realize, Lucien?"

"That I pretend to not care the way Azriel and Elain make heart eyes at each other, but on the inside, it's like a knife twisting inside me," he deadpanned, and you couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"What???" he groaned, falling down next to you. "Nothing, Luc, I just feel sorry for us, that's all.

~

Azriel sat at the dining table, swirling the black coffee mindlessly. It was 2 pm, and his shadows had begun reporting how the others had finally begun stirring awake after their long night. They had gotten back at 5 am, the sun slowly beginning to peek through the trees and buildings of Velaris, and he had watched from afar as Lucien carried Y/N to her room.

He had not come out afterwards. His shadows had been in an unfamiliar frenzy, yelling to slip through and see what was happening in that bedroom, to investigate how good he gave it to her because Azriel just knew. He knew he could give it to her better.

He clenched his fists at the picture his shadows had painted for him of the events which probably had unfolded in her room. What was it with his sexual urges with Y/N all of a sudden? She was just his friend. She had always just been his friend. Maybe he had had a little crush on her before. Maybe when she would walk into a room and his palms would sweat, he would chastise himself for wearing too many layers. Or how when she used to make his heart beat irregularly, he would tell Rhys about anxiety. It was easier to let them think he had a disorder rather than admit feelings. Because maybe, just maybe he had had slight feelings towards her for centuries. But there was Elain now.

He liked Elain.

"Good Morning Azriel!" a sweet voice chirped, as Elain entered the dining room, a sweet tea held in her perfectly manicured hands. Even after a night out, she looked perfect. Her hair looked freshly blow-dried, and her lips tinted pink, looking fresh and kissable. He smiled gently, and her eyes brightened as she took a seat next to him, murmuring things about last night and how odd it was to see Lucien with Y/N.

"I just don't think he should have danced like that with her, what do you think?" she whispered, her eyes shining.

"I know it was disrespectful to you," Azriel nodded back, looking into her glassy doe eyes. Out of the corner of his eyes, he felt a sudden burst of movement from his shadows, but the warning wasn't quick enough as two figures walked into the room.

God, she looked horrible.

Elain let out a comical gasp, and the corner of his mouth lifted as Y/N walked into the room, her hair messy and disturbed, like someone had pulled on it, ran their hands through it. Her presence snatched on his gaze, it pulled it towards him, and Azriel found himself unable to look away.

Her eyes lazily dragged over Azriel, raking up his body, and never before had he felt so hot. But he did not break eye contact with her either, he maintained it, willing and daring her to break it first.

Their eyes met in a silent battle of wills, a tension simmering beneath the surface as they sized each other up. It was a fleeting moment, but it spoke volumes, leaving Azriel reeling in its wake.

"Lucien, can we talk?" Elain broke the silence.

Everyone blinked and looked at the innocent girl sitting down. Azriel watched as she looked into Lucien’s eyes, with her innocent look, and he mentally chuckled. She was doing damage control, and it was working because his shadows were reporting the increase in Lucien’s heartbeat.

“Of course,” Lucien whispered and pushed past Y/N, whisking Elain away out of the room.

Charged silence followed. Azriel went back to nursing his coffee which had gone cold now. He felt Y/N scoff and mutter something under her breath which sounded a whole lot like "bitch," as she moved around the place, into the connecting kitchen, trying to will the House to make her a cup of its strongest coffee. They didn’t say a word to each other, but Azriel could feel the tension in the air. He didn’t know where it had formed from, what abyss it had risen from, he just knew there was something that needed to be addressed between them before his head and his heart exploded.

“What was that from last night?” he let out a breath finally, his shadows jittering around the place. He looked up from his swirling black coffee to see Y/N cease her movements in the corner of the kitchen. Her short night dress, barely covering her ass, had ridden up as she had been bent over the kitchen bench. Azriel felt himself stiffen, so he looked away quickly, adjusting himself.

“What do you mean,” she replied, turning around with a neutral expression on her face, guarding her emotions. She carefully padded her way to the table, setting the coffee down and placing herself directly in front of him. Her scent wafted over him, and his jaw ticked, but he didnt show any emotion. His dark eyes bore into hers, his shadows fought to sift over her, wanting to know her thoughts, her feelings, her emotions. Alas, she showed nothing.

“You and Lucien…” he drawled out, pretending to ask nonchalantly.

“We just danced to Azriel, I was really drunk,” she whispered softly, placing her hands together on her lap.

“You emerged from the same room,” he replied calmly.

As she cocked her head to the side, her hair falling onto her face, time seemed to slow down. Her long eyelashes were stunning, and her deep eyes looked at Azriel with something so unsaid, that the raw intensity sent shivers down his spine.

Azriel knew at that moment that he could no longer leave these unanswered feelings of his left hanging. He wasn't a dumb male; if his body was responding to Y/N like this for so long, there was clearly a reason. And it was not a dumb crush.

He had forced himself to believe for so long, that Elain should belong to him. Three brothers for three sisters, that is what he would tell himself.

Yet something had shifted between them two, a subtle undercurrent that left Azriel reeling. It was something deeper, something undeniable. And as he met Y/N's gaze, he knew that he could no longer ignore the pull that drew him to her, the pull of something real, something worth fighting for.

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[acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies]

Sunflower

Flowers series part III

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Warnings: Fluff, heartbreak, mentions of toxic relationships (azriel and reader), helion being the kindest person alive.

Summary: Once you had arrived at Day Court, Helion had not let you out of his sight, it was a change you liked. Someone caring for you.

a/n this is pure fluff and comfort (a lot like a filler chapter) but it’s helion so 🫶🏻

Helion had an aura to him that showed he was confident, but when talking to me his aura softened.

I could feel it. Maybe he was just being nice. Probably trying to maintain court relationships. But it was nice to have all the attention to me for once.

He was everything. Everything that I thought I wouldn’t need. Everything Azriel had promised but never given me.

I had spent an embarrassingly long amount of time crying on his shoulder. But never once did he brush me off, put my feelings aside. I hadn’t even thought of Azriel and I’s relationship to be improper.

Hadn’t realised that he was playing me all along.

I used to love moonflowers, especially the ones that were a blue so dark it could be the night sky. They had reminded me of Azriel.

But now when I was sitting with Helion on the balcony and he asks me what my favourite flower is, I can’t seem to get ‘moonflower’ out. The word turns sour in my mouth.

“Sunflower,” I blurt out.

“It used to be a moonflower” I sigh, never being able to lie to the day high lord.

“Why used to?” he questions softly.

He was always like this, gently speaking, making sure to never cross boundaries.

“It reminded me of Azriel,” I say.

“That’s funny” he laughs.

Yes he’s laughing. Bewildered, I look up at him.

“Why are you laughing?” I question.

“It’s funny because I love moonflowers” he chuckles.

“Why?” I ask louder this time.

“I saw them once in Night Court, and they were beautiful but I like them more now because they remind me of you,” he confesses.

I rear my head back, an incredulous expression on my face, “Of me?”.

He simply nods, “Why do you like sunflowers?”.

My cheeks flood with colour, “Because they remind me of you,” I mumble out.

A blanket of silence is thrown over the room.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have said that, I’ll get going now,” I whisper.

I basically told him I liked him and he said nothing.

Gods Y/N how stupid could you be. He’s a fucking high lord, and a good looking one at that (unlike Beron), he could have anyone why would he want you. A used girl, discarded and trashed by the one person she opened up to.

Tears well up on my waterline, threatening to spill.

I gasp when a strong hand wraps around my wrist and pulls me into his chest.

Helion looks about ready to burn the world down. His eyes soften when he takes in my vulnerable expression.

“My love, why are you crying?” he hesitates but in the end, wipes a tear off my cheek.

“Look Helion, I’m sorry for what I said, let me go and I’ll leave and head back to Night Court,” I explain.

His gaze hardens, “You’re not going anywhere, because I want you here with me, the spymaster of their court is a fool for letting you go, you’re a goddess in the flesh, and I most likely would not deserve you in a hundred life times.”

I open my mouth to say something but he keeps going on.

“You’re skin is the colour of the moon, you’re eyes the stars and your hair the night itself, but your personality is the living embodiment of the sun. I would walk through hellfire if you were waiting for me on the other side. I would give you everything, even if you asked for Amarantha’s head on a stick. If only you were mine,” he finally finishes.

I stare at him in shock, I had overheard Azriel’s vows and they were nowhere near as beautiful as Helion’s.

“I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine,” I whisper. My mouth hangs open as something snaps in my chest, looking down I realise how close I am to Helion, a short golden thread between us.

“Mate”

a/n IF ONLY YOU WERE MINE anyway helions such a dilf

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[alessiamalfoyzabini]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

Pairing | Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 2,438

Warnings | +18, kiss and touches noncon, Jungkook is always obsessed and gets a bit angry

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | If she had paid attention earlier to the sin that dwelt behind those obsidian irises, she would never have trusted it.

If she had noticed earlier the devouring love that dwelled in his corrupt heart, she probably would have fled.

She had done none of that, and now she had to come to terms with her new reality.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! Ready for you the fourth chapter of Happy Ending! ❤

If you have any questions, please write to me! 🥰

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Chapter List - I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII / The End

When Y/N opened her eyes that day, she felt strangely physically satisfied, stretched her arms with a smile on her face, thinking that she must have finally had a good night's sleep.

Too bad the environment around her was quite different from what she had become accustomed to for two and a half years now.

The sunlit walls that gently filtered through the window were cream-colored, not gray and gloomy like those in her apartment, plus the mattress she was lying on was too soft to be the uncomfortable second-hand one she had bought to fit in her monthly expenses.

Even the blankets were different, and soon an alarm bell went off in her head.

She stood up abruptly, seized with terror.

"Where the fuck am I?" she muttered to herself, cradling her head in her hands in a vain attempt to think clearly.

Could it be that they had kidnapped her? But who, then-and for what purpose?

Her parents were not rich and wealthy people, she was a normal, average girl, she knew her neighborhood was dangerous, but to go this far?

Maybe... maybe they wanted to sell her.

She had heard of girls disappearing in the middle of the night and never to be found again.

She blanched, seized by a sick feeling, and although she wanted to refuse to believe her own consideration, the well-appointed and elegant room suggested only that one option-why else kidnap her if not to make her work in some illegal brothel frequented by bigwigs?

She shrugged those soft and foreign blankets away from herself and stood up with trembling legs, noticing that she no longer had only her camisole and panties on, a long nightgown that reached her calf covered her body, but she still felt naked given the absence of panties concealing her intimacy. In a flurry of shame she realized that whoever had been abducting her had also seen a lot of her as she blissfully slept.

The girl took a deep breath, walking to the door, which, to her surprise, she found open.

Had they forgotten to lock it? ... Or, was it a trap to test her?

She opened it wide slowly, her heart caged in a powerful grip of anxiety, the first thing she saw was a long dark hallway with artistic paintings hanging on the walls, to Y/N that style seemed similar to something she had seen before, but she could not give herself an answer.

She went into the corridor hugging herself with her own body, she did not know what she would find during her exploration, perhaps a group of kidnappers with sullen faces and brutal manners?

She noticed a bright glimmer at the end of the corridor and reached it at a slow pace, her bare feet stepped on soft carpeting that kept her from feeling cold, and even that made her say that the house must belong to someone wealthy. She could only dream of such an abode, so the idea that she had been abducted for her body grew stronger as the seconds ticked by in her mind.

When she opened the door from which the light reflected in the hallway came, a choked breath caught in her throat at the sight.

The boy with his back turned, busy among the stove, seemed all too familiar, she prayed it was not him, her beloved professor, but the sight of the tattoos on his arm, visible thanks to the short sleeves of his dark shirt, spoke volumes.

It was him, her captor was Jeon Jungkook, the same boy who had promised to protect her only the day before.

"Professor?" she asked anxiously, the young man at the stove froze.

There were a few seconds of stalemate that weighed in the air like boulders, then the boy turned around, revealing the handsome, jovial face of her teacher.

It was really him.

The bewildered girl took a step back, a gesture that did not escape Jungkook's notice.

The latter narrowed his gaze, "Y/N, you've woken up!" he exclaimed coming toward her.

Y/N shook her head, made to put further distance between them, but Jungkook grabbed her by the arm and this reminded the girl of Yoozu's attack the previous day, she found herself shaking and this alerted Jungkook.

"Sweetheart, are you sick?" he gently placed a palm on the girl's forehead, fortunately she was not burning hot, but something in her pallidness told him that something was wrong, "No...you're not hot, maybe.... It's because you're here, isn't it?" he smiled gently in her direction, Y/N would have liked to answer, but her voice wouldn't come out of her throat.

"I know it might feel strange at first, but I'm sure you'll soon get used to it, after all, I did it for your sake, baby."

Baby.

Trying to ignore the all too affectionate nickname, Y/N opened her mouth, forcing herself to answer, "You said you would protect me, that I just had to trust you," she croaked, shocked.

Jungkook frowned, "That's right, here I will protect you from all those people who have always treated you badly or never believed in you! I believe in you, and I love you, honey!" he brought his perfect face closer to the girl's, trying to steal a kiss from her, but Y/N managed to break free from his grip, not that it had been a feat, Jungkook had softened his grip for fear of hurting her, he had already seen the bruises Yoozu had given her without regard, to say Jungkook was pissed off was little, at the next opportunity he would eviscerate that useless blowhard.

Y/N, for her part, recorded his words confusedly, had he really said "I love you" to her?

She denied with her head, it couldn't be true, the professor she had so admired and had a crush on...was a psychopath.

"You can't be serious, tell me this is just a joke," begged the boy, who frowned.

"I'm not joking, Y/N, I'm sure that past this moment of confusion you'll realize that you love me too, and you'll accept me," he concluded confidently, "Now, which breakfast do you prefer? Sweet or savory?" he continued cheerfully, approaching the stove, Y/N saw toast already crispy and ready to be topped with chocolate or scrambled eggs, she took the opportunity to run out of the kitchen.

Jungkook sprinted toward her, missing her by a whisker, "Y/N!" he exclaimed shocked, not understanding the young woman's hostile attitude. He only wanted to protect her, give her the gift of a fairy tale happy ending, why didn't she understand?

Y/N returned to the previous hallway, ignoring the bedroom she had come out of, and spotting that and the kitchen, the front door must have been further down on the opposite side.

Too bad that was not a normal house, it was in fact structured differently and what she found as she pushed open yet another door was just a storage room.

She imprecated mentally, trying to turn back, but her race to safety ended with Jungkook managing to tackle her from a corner.

Y/N shrieked, terrified.

"Let go of me! Let go of me! I don't know what you want from me!" she burst into tears, she wanted to go home, her parents had done so much for her, she could not waste the opportunity they had given her to study and make a name for herself in this way, especially after they had shown themselves to be so displeased. She just wanted to make them proud.

How mocking the world was, just yesterday she had shouted those exact words, and had been saved by the very person who was now showing herself as the real danger.

Jungkook clutched her to his body, causing her to turn abruptly as the back of the small figure in his arms went crashing against the wall.

The boy inhaled in irritation and to shut her up he attached his lips to those of the woman, who widened her eyes trying to push him away.

The boy pressed even more against her, biting angrily on her lower lip, Y/N had to open her mouth wide because of the tremendous twinge she received and the man's tongue invaded her completely, demanding absolute dominance.

Y/N felt violated as the boy expertly entwined their tongues, unaware that the night before Jungkook had dared to do much more with that same tongue.

Jungkook moaned in that violent kiss, enjoying in the taste in which he was willingly drowning himself.

He reached down with one hand between their bodies, lifting one of the young woman's legs and bringing it around his hips, pushing his already hard cock against her pussy covered only by her nightgown, Jungkook could only feel the softness of that area so delicate and delicious, Y/N's eyes widened, between the lack of air and that vulgar gesture that shocked her, she began to moan shakily without any more resistance, in a pitiful surrender that made Jungkook pull away from her lips with a loud pop.

The breathing of both of them was labored and Jungkook's wild eyes met Y/N's tear-filled ones and begged him to stop.

Jungkook did not want to get that far so quickly, but the girl's actions had not pleased him, not at all.

"If you'll be good, I promise I'll stop," he hissed, "We'll go to the kitchen, where you'll eat your breakfast and we'll talk about how it's going to be between us from now on, understand?"

The girl nodded, obediently, and followed him into the kitchen, and when Jungkook let go of her wrist she sat clutching her legs, unable to banish the heavy sensation of a cock against her folds.

She had never had a boyfriend, consequently had never received such attention; it had been shocking and strange.

Why did someone like him want to be with someone like her?

Jungkook put some toast in front of her with a variety of toppings next to it, there was jam and butter, chocolate and even eggs with bacon and cheese, he filled a glass with juice for her.

The boy wanted her to eat and feel good, he really wanted the best for Y/N and was very sorry to see her so uncooperative.

He took a seat in front of her and began to eat, giving her a look that intimated her to do the same, the girl tremblingly took the butter, beginning to spread it on her toast, she did not want to anger him again, she had yet to find the entrance and realized that in order to get the go-ahead, she had to first keep the landlord happy.

"Y/N" she lifted her eyes to his, a twinge of guilt hit the boy in the stomach in front of those red, shiny eyes, "I only wish you to be happy" he began, but Y/N interrupted him.

"But you kidnapped me" she said in a huff, Jungkook for a moment did not know what to say.

"No, I didn't kidnap you, we belong together since we first met," he said confidently, "Do you remember that? You were completely wet with rain, I saw you and you bound me to you with one look, my job is to protect you and make you feel loved."

Y/N remembered that day, which took place seven months earlier, but she did not think she had left such an indelible mark on her teacher, in short, he had never shown any interest and she had never given herself false hope.

"Why didn't you say anything before, because-"

"Jungkook." the boy blocked her, "Call me Jungkook, I'm not your professor outside of school," he pointed out, disturbed by the continuous distance Y/N seemed to want to put in the dialogue.

The girl sucked it up and agreed with him.

"Why didn't you ever come forward, Jungkook?"

In a normal way, she would have liked to add, but did not want to dare too much.

The young man took a moment to absorb as best he could the girl's voice as she spoke his name with what seemed to him to be familiarity; he found the sound of those syllables coming from his woman's lips enchanting.

Y/N did not understand, why had he suddenly approached her and in such a crazy way then?

"Because I'm your professor and it wasn't ethically correct, plus you had never given me a reason to step forward...until yesterday, I couldn't allow them to go on with their torture," he said harshly, "You'll be safe with me forever."

The girl took a deep breath before she began to speak.

"You can't keep me here forever, I have a family and studies to complete, take me back to my home, Jungkook," she begged him again, the boy shook his head.

"You are home, and don't worry about your studies, I will help you and you will get your degree one hundred percent, the principal is a good friend of mine...as for your family, they were the first to hurt you."

The girl's blood drained from her face, she began to finally understand where Jungkook was going with this. He wanted to isolate her from the world, because the world had been evil to her.

Jungkook in those months had been researching the young girl's parents, neighbors told him about how they were always rude and irritated with Y/N, went around saying that the girl was squandering all their savings on that absurd belief that she wanted to continue her studies, not understanding the sacrifices they had made to raise her.

Those statements were enough for the boy to realize that they did not deserve a daughter like her, too good and sweet for such people.

"It's not the same thing!" blurted out Y/N then, ready for another fit of hysterical crying, "I want my freedom!"

"Freedom? For you to live like that is to be free? Living with the constant fear of being attacked at school or in that neighborhood you call home, without a shred of a friend?" he asked, strangled.

Those words struck Y/N, because they were so fucking true they hurt.

But still, those were not good reasons to kidnap a person, and he had done exactly that.

She shut up for a few moments not knowing how to retort, Jungkook looked at her with disappointment.

Y/N felt a pang in her heart, because in spite of everything, that was still the guy who until the night before had given her butterflies in her stomach, seeing such a look in him too made her want to vomit.

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts x reader #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #bts yandere smut #yandere bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #yandere #yandere jeongguk #jeongguk x reader

[dreamwatch]

I tell you folks, it's harder than it looks

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest April warm-up round.

Prompt: Taxed | Word Count: 996 | Rating: T | CW: Language, description of injury, hospitals | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Exhaustion, Eddie Munson needs a hug, arguments, but it all works out, workaholic Eddie Munson

(So... I forgot to get something written before today, so this is a bit of a speed write and I hope I got as many typos and redundancies as possible. For anyone interested, the idea came from another fic I wrote a while ago, where you can see Wayne's POV.)

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Kangaroos. That was the reason Steve had picked Australia to join the tour. Eddie called from every continent, trying to tempt him with far-flung locations, but in the end it was the kangaroos that got him. And thank god, because if he’d got the call that Eddie had collapsed on stage, or worse, saw it on the news, he’d be losing his mind right about now. So yeah, thank fuck for kangaroos. 

They’re holed up in a hospital in Sydney, trying to keep the press away from Eddie. Jeff and Ben hover near Eddie’s bed, Gareth standing as close to the door as he can, arms crossed and eyes firmly fixed on the floor. The atmosphere is uncomfortably tense.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s okay then. I mean, as long as you’re sorry—”

“Gareth,” Jeff interrupts. Always the peacemaker.

“Don’t ‘Gareth’ me, man. I’ve been saying for months, for fucking years, we need to slow down before one of us gets hurt. And here we are. But hey, I’m just the drummer, no one fucking listens to me. Or any of us for that matter. Just him.” He gesticulates at Eddie. 

Steve feels like an interloper and it’s a little uncomfortable; he’s got no desire to be the Yoko Ono in this situation but he’s not leaving until Eddie tells him to. His eyes drift back to Eddie who’s staring out into the Sydney skyline. The fierce bruise on the left side of his face has come out in anger now, gauze and tape covering stitches. It makes his heart fucking ache.

Steve had been there at the edge of the stage watching the show when Eddie wobbled and went loose-limbed, watched him just drop, the sickening snap back of his head as he hit the drum riser. Ben had got to him first, Jeff signalling for help, while Gareth stood behind the drums, frozen. He had looked terrified. Steve stood there watching helplessly, heart in his throat the whole time. 

Eddie’s eyes go wide with panic. “Shit. Wayne.”

“Taken care of,” Steve tells him. “Called him a few hours ago. He’s fine. Getting your room ready as we speak.”

“Press too,” Jeff chips in. “You don’t need to worry about anything, it’s all taken care of man.”

“Shouldn’t need to be,” mutters Gareth.

Jeff sighs, “Jesus Christ, man, will you quit it?” 

Gareth finally looks up, first at Jeff, and finally at Eddie. But there’s no anger there. Steve can see the worry in his eyes and he gets it. He’s spent years of his life worrying about bad things happening to his friends and being powerless to do anything about it. It fucking sucks. 

Ben puts his arm around Gareth, leading him outside. “Let’s go rustle up snacks, dude, I’m fucking starving.” 

Eddie picks at the edge of the tape holding the IV in the back of his hand. “Well, that went well.” 

“Hey,” says Jeff, shaking Eddie’s ankle to get his attention. “He’s not angry, okay? He’s just scared. We all were, but… you know what he’s like. He’s our sensitive little flower.”

A little ghost of a smile settles on Eddie’s lips and it unlocks something in Steve, eases the worry just a tiny bit. 

“Yeah, I know. I am sorry, you know? I didn’t want this to happen, man. I just… I just thought it was the right thing to do for us. The tour. All of it.”

Jeff sighs. “Listen, when we get back, a few things need to change. Firstly, we’re taking a fucking break. A long one. We’re all burned out.”

Eddie nods softly. “Of course.”

“And we are never doing a tour this long again. Non-negotiable. Strict date limits going forward.”

“Absolutely.”

“And one last thing.” Jeff shifts uncomfortably. “He didn’t say it the right way but… Gareth wasn’t wrong. About no one listening to us. To Phil, specifically, not listening to us.”

Steve knows Eddie has a near-pathological fear of losing everything, but he’s since learned that their manager, Phil, has preyed upon it, tapping into the fear, pushing for more albums, more interviews and appearances, and longer tours. And Eddie just can’t say no. “You never know when it will stop,” he told him once. 

Steve would love to get his fucking hands on Phil right about now. 

“He’s got to go.”

And Eddie agrees, just like that, because it’s Jeff. To the public, it’s Eddie’s band, but to everyone who truly knows them, it’s Jeff who keeps them together. It makes Steve smile to think about the nerdy kid from high school, comparing him to this man who stands at Eddie’s side in front of thousands, night after night, confidence oozing from him.

The door clicks open, and Ben wanders in with a Coke, Gareth slinking in behind him. Gareth shuffles forward and Eddie reaches up with his free hand, and Steve finds himself letting out a huge breath when Gareth takes it. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” Gareth says, softly.

“I know. I know man. I was an idiot.”

“Yeah.”

Steve is expecting a snappy comeback, but Eddie’s starting to wilt, and he’s struggling to keep his eyes open.

“I think we should let Eddie get some rest,” he says. “Long flight tomorrow.”

The boys say their goodbyes, and Steve pulls his chair as close to the side of the bed as he can manage. Eddie smiles at him, their fingers entwined.

“Close enough there?” Eddie says, smiling fondly.

“No,” he replies, smiling back. He never wants to let Eddie out of his sight again. “How you doing?”

Eddie drops his head back onto his pillow. “I feel like shit.”

“Maybe I’ll need to move to LA to keep an eye on you.”

A soft blush blooms across Eddie’s cheeks. “Maybe you do,” he says shyly.

“Go to sleep then. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

As Eddie drifts off, Steve thinks about how to tell Robin he’s moving to LA.

#corrodedcoffinfest #eddie munson #steve harrington #corroded coffin #ccf warmup: Taxed #steddie fanfiction #corroded coffin fanfiction

[kykymbapp3]

- attention freak -

summary; mbappe was playing fifa with neymar, vitinha, and sergio all day. you missed him, you missed his touch. so you became desperate. you were ready to do whatever it took to please him.

content; SMUT. blowjob, spanking, size kink, teasing, dirty talk, dom!mbappe - sub!reader, mbappe being a total sucker for you, getting caught, confrontation.

word count; 883 words (IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT)

quick a/n!!; HII!! ok so this is my first smut story ive writting so PLEASEEE bare with me here😭 ENJOY MY LOVESS!

you always knew how much mbappe loved his friends. you thought it was sweet, but you didn't think it was enough to ignore you all day in his jersey. he had been playing FIFA with some fellow teammates since 9 AM. it was now 3 PM. "kyky, do you want food?" you asked him, thanking god he could even hear you over his friends on the headset. "no but thanks for asking amor." you always felt weak at the knees for his pet names. you respected his boundaries and understood he couldn't be with you every second of every day. but this was too much. you walked over to him and sat next to him. you could hear neymar cursing at mbappe in portuguese because mbappe scored against him. you took this as an opportunity. you knew it wasn't a big deal, but still, you start clapping and saying how proud you were of him. he looked at you confused. once he looked at you, he knew what you were doing.

you looked at him with doe eyes and a big smile across your face. you had your hands fiddling in your lap. "fuck." he groaned softly at the feeling of his erection growing every second he looked at you. you grinned in happiness that it worked, you would finally get the attention you had been waiting for what felt like years! almost immediately he clicked the mute button on his headset and threw it next to him. he picked you up and sat you rather comfortably on his lap. "is this what you want? you little whore begging for my attention." he growled. you felt pathetic. "answer" he demanded as he grabbed your breasts from under your shirt. you couldn't say a word. he had you mesmerized. "yes, oh fuck!" you moaned out as he started playing with your nipples. you felt your panties starting to get soaked as you felt his growing erection twitching under your core. every twitch making you whimper. "good girl" he grinned. without even realizing it, you start grinding on his lap. mbappe threw back his head in pleasure and groaned slightly. you started taking off his jersey but he stopped you almost immediately. "keep it on, I want to fuck your pretty little mouth in my jersey" you whimpered. god, he was fucking sexy.

he picked you up and put you on the floor on your knees. he took off his shorts and boxers. even after months of dating, you never could get used to his size. 11 inches long. you giggled at the sight of his hard cock in front of you. "fuck your huge" you moaned as you start stroking your hand up and down. occasionally you would play with his balls. "mon amour, enough with the teasing." he breathed out shakily. you slowly shoved his cock into your mouth. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth when you started to moan on his cock. you tried your hardest to go down all the way. he had his eyes closed but when he opened them all he could see was you with red, hollow cheeks, and teary eyes. "let me help you" he grinned. he started to thrust his hips into your mouth. eventually, your gag reflex kicked in and you had to tap out. he pulled out immediately and you caught your breath. "are you ok ?" he asked you. "yeah im fine, let me make you cum" you said. you put his cock back in your mouth.

you started to play with his balls again and suck on them. "f-fuck amor im close" he moaned. he thrust his hips into once again, this time not as far. you gagged a little but kept going. you ran your tongue over his tip, which was now red and swollen. he started to spank your ass which caused you to whimper. he kneaded your ass like he was making pizza dough. soft and gentle. you spit on his cock and started palming his tip. "fuck kylian your so fucking big" you moaned as you sucked on the tip. which sent him over the edge. he shot streams of hot cum down your throat. "did you swallow?" he asked you while caressing your cheek. you nodded, the salty residue still left in your mouth. "open." he demanded. you did as he said, you opened your mouth to show him that you did in fact swallow. he smiled at you and kissed your forehead. he went to go get a towel to clean the spit off of your chin and neck.

you left shortly after to go take a nap because you were tired. "ok sorry guys im back" he said relieved. "dude next time mute" neymar said. what? what did he mean by that? "shit. you heard" mbappe groaned. "i muted though!" you yelled. "you muted on ps4, not on FIFA." vitinha added. "your lucky, if i had a girl that could suck like that. i would always pay attention to her." ramos snickered as he heard you practically begging for his attention. "shut the fuck up dick" he muttered. "hey, hey, calm down. just because you got yours sucked doesn't mean you can be a dick." neymar laughed. he sighed. he knew they were going to tease him for ages about this.

a/n; HI AGAINNN! i hope you enjoyed um im really sorry that its so short but i kinda lost motivation at some points. anyways have a wonderful day/night luvbugs!💗

#kylian mbappe #kylian x reader #mbappe psg #mbappe x reader #mbappe imagine #football smut #football #smut #soccer smut #neymar jr #vintinha #sergio ramos #mbappe #kyky #kylian imagines

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Here's where the fun starts? I mean, I enjoyed it. Though it took me 4 damn days to get this thing on here. But it's a busy ass time of year. So, I am a little sorry that it took so long because someone asked if there would be another part and I think they were looking for more? Or hoping that would be the end of this lol. Idk. Anyway, here's part V. Hope you all enjoy it.

C/W ::: Kats & F!reader. Language, angst, smart-assery, flirting, nudity, touching, little bit of teasing. I'm tired. It's 12:32 on Christmas morning and I need to get to bed. If I missed anything gross let me know. But only if it's REALLY gross. Thanks!

WC ::: under 2,700 ish

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part VI

Part VII

You turned away from him and put your hand over your mouth as the sobs escaped. Katsuki walked up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders. "Look, y/n. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I was just mad. Please, don't - don't cry. You know how much I hate it when you cry. It makes me feel like shit. Like I did somethin' wrong. Or, or hurt ya or somethin'. Fuck, y/n. Fuck."

He stood at your back and contemplated hugging you again. He wanted to. You weren't the only one missing the other's touch. But it didn't feel like the right thing to do. You were both raw. Both wounded.

He backed up and you turned to look at him. You couldn't hold back your tears. "Katsuki, you did hurt me. You didn't want me to come to your hero events. You didn't want me to come to your work events. It was always a secret that we were together. Always a secret because you'd get embarrassed by me or whatever. I couldn't keep doing that. I couldn't be someone you were ashamed of. I didn't want to be."

Katsuki's mouth dropped open. "Ash-? Ashamed? Are you fucking kidding me? You think I was ashamed of you? You think I didn't want you at those events with me? You're insane." He looked at you, shaking his head. "Y/n, I never once asked you to be anything but yourself. I loved you, I still love you, for who you are. I never wanted you to be something you weren't. That's why I never asked you to be more than that. I knew you weren't into the hero shit and that was fine."

"That's a bit of a stretch, Kats. I was into you. And you're a hero so you have to be into the 'hero shit'. All I ever wanted to do was support you and be there for you and ... and ... why am I yelling about this. Why now. God. It doesn't matter, anymore. Does it?" You stared at the floor, greatly regretting your choice of words. You had no idea what you were doing here anymore.

You looked back up at Katsuki and saw him staring at you like he was ready to explode. "Fuck. Fuck! Y/n, you fucking idiot. You know me. You know me better than anyone. You know that I never once wanted you to be someone you weren't. You know that I love you for who you are. You know that."

He walked up to you and grabbed you by the shoulders. "I ... I -" You choked on a sob and held your breath. "I don't know that. I don't think I've known that for a while. Katsuki, I love you. I really do. But I can't keep doing this. I can't keep being this person you seem to think I am. I can't keep feeling like I'm not good enough."

He looked around the room like he was desperately searching for something and his eyes finally landed on a plate in the sink. He stomped over to it and pulled it out only to slam it on the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You yelled, gesturing to the shattered pieces on the tile. "That's the good china!"

"You think I give a shit right now, y/n? 'Cause I don't. I don't give a shit about the dumbass plates. An' I dunno why you keep bringing up this shit about how you had to be my secret. I thought that was something we agreed on in the beginning that I wouldn't go broadcastin' the fuckin' love of my life all over the goddamn place. You're a literal walking bullseye for all of the assholes out there that want to hurt me. Or lure me in. I ... Jesus fuckin' shit, y/n. Why're you just now bringing this shit up?" He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms and laughed an uncomfortable laugh. "How long you been holdin' on to this for. Huh?"

You couldn't answer him. You just looked at him with tears streaming down your cheeks and your bottom lip quivering.

"Yeah. That's what I thought. You don't have to tell me. But you do have to take responsibility for this shit show you're starring in. I can't believe I let you back here. I can't believe I let you back here. God. Fucking. Damn it. You should leave." He turned and walked toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

You heard the shower turn on and you knew that he needed a moment. So did you. But since when did you do what was best for you and him lately? Why start now?

Not even bothering to knock on the bathroom door, you barged in and stared at the naked man that stood before you. Once you were able to tear your eyes from his ridiculously beautiful body, you collected your train of thought and began yelling at him.

If there was one thing that really drove you crazy about Katsuki, it's his ability to remain unfazed by some things that are said to him. Whether they're said out of anger, hatred, frustration, or whatever. He could turn his receptors off at a moment's notice and just stare right back at the person blankly. Complacently.

"It takes a special kind of asshole to pull off the audacity that you walk around with all the time. You know that? I don't know if this is all your parent's fault or if this was some shitty personality trait you picked up on your own along the way. But you are such a shit that I can't even look at you right now!"

"Ah! But see, you weren't looking at me. And why'd you come in here if you can't even look at me right now? See, I think, that you can look at me. I think you want to look at me. You done starin' at my cock though, babe?" He asked you, in a deeper than usual voice. "Y'know, s'all yours, still, darlin'. Wann'it?"

Your chest was heaving at how angry you were at him right now. And for just a split second, you smiled. He cracked your armor and made you feel something other than the hurt that was boiling over in your gut.

"Oh-hoh, you fucker." You exhaled a chuckle. "You stupid fucker. You know what. I'm done. I'm just done. I don't want any part of your shit anymore. I'm leaving. I should have left when you told me to. But I'm a dumbass and just can't leave well enough alone. It's just -"

Katsuki interrupted you, "It's just ... you wanted to see my cock again." He tilted his head down to see your eyes. "Am I right? You don't gotta lie to kick it, baby girl. You never had to lie to kick it. Now, why don't we talk about what you really want to talk about. My fat ... hard ... cuh-ah-k." He punctuated each syllable with exaggerated annunciation.

You choked on the glob of spit you were trying to swallow. But what didn't go down your throat before, surely wasn't going to now. Now that he'd pointed out that his cock was, indeed, hard.

It was true. You did want to see his cock one more time. You missed it so much. It was so perfect. You couldn't believe that it was yours to play with anytime you wanted. The thought made you blush. Even standing here with the man you'd been with for 3 years. He still made you blush.

The thought occurred to you that maybe you two just needed to fuck it out. Get this frustration out of your system. But you knew it went well beyond angry sex.

"Tempting, Kats. It's all real tempting. Boy. And when you're being so romantic and sweet about it too. May I? May I try to appeal to you too?"

"Fuck. Yes. Appeal until you're blue in the face." He smiled and looked completely amused by your willingness to go along with this. "You think I'm gonna say no to ya? I told ya. It's yours. It's all yours. Take it, baby girl. Take it all. Just like I took your heart. An' I'm not fuckin' givin' it back, ya asshole. Callin' me an asshole. Tch."

"Shut up, shut up. Ok. Lemme see if I can be half as charming as you were just a minute ago. *ahem*", you cleared your throat before you started in on your attempt to show him just how stupid he sounded to you.

"You wanna see my cuh-n-tuh? You don't gotta lie to kick it, big boy. Just tell me what you're thinking about, c'mon ... whis-per ... to ... meee. Tell me what you really want. You want my tight ... wet ... pus-sy?"

Katsuki rubbed the back of his neck. "You think you're so damn funny, don't ya? Well, you're not. You're not cute right now. You're not being very funny. And you're asking for it. I'm fuckin' tellin' ya, you're gonna get what you have comin', ya little brat."

"Oh, am I? Well, what's that, big boy? Are you gonna make me laugh? Tickle me with your words? Huh? Oh, wait, wait. Let me say it like you would. HAHHH? You sound like an old man when you say ‘huh’." You laughed at your own joke and started to walk away.

He reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into the bathroom and slammed you into the wall, kicking the door shut so it slammed again. This time seemed so much louder to you, though.

You grunted at his brusque movement of shoving your back against the wall. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. But you were surprised that he could want this in the throes of fighting for your future together.

He looked down at you and smiled, his mouth slightly open. His breath hot on your face. "What's so funny?" He asked you. "What's ... so goddamn ... funny?"

You were aware that he was trying to rile you up. And you could throw yourself out the window right now for playing into it. He knew how to move around you. He knows how to move around you to get what he wants. Hell, half the time, in the past, he could just look at you the right way and you'd be bouncing on his lap while he sat with his arms outstretched on the back of the couch. Watching you like you were the only other person on the planet.

The memory made your body flush with heat. It started in your core and spread to your thighs and cheeks. You noticed your heart was beating faster than it was when you were screaming at each other. There's just something about quiet Katsuki that always got you.

He bent over and ran his lips along the shell of your ear and said, "I'll ask you again, baby cakes, what ... is ... so ... fuckin' ... funny? I think you want me to drag it out of you, yeah? You remember what happened the last time you were bein' sassy to me, don'cha? I had a good time that day. Can't say for sure if you did or not. But if memory serves me righ', you came 7 times that hour. God, you were bein' a smart ass. Was it 7?" He rubbed his chin against your shoulder. The stubble raking across the soft fabric created a scratchy sound that made you squirm.

You turned your head to look him in the eye and said, "It was 8, actually." You smirked and watched his expression change from lust to surprise.

"It was ... hah. I must've missed one. Well, then, I should try harder. No? Maybe I'll make you laugh. Or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just make you moan and cry my name."

You closed your eyes as he ran his hand up the inside of your thigh. "Stop playing with me, Kats. This isn't ... this isn't how it should be." You couldn't believe you were saying those words. But they were the truth. This wasn't how it should be.

But it was how you both wanted it to be. You knew it. You knew that neither of you had the willpower to stop this. To turn away from it.

"You want me to stop, darlin'? You want me to walk away from you, go back to the shower, and pretend like this never happened? Is that what you want?" He was so close to your face that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

You shook your head, still looking him in the eye. "No. I don't want you to stop. I want you to make me laugh. And moan. And ... and cry your name. But, Kats ... just, don't fuck with me right now. Ok? Just ... don't. Please. I can't handle it right now."

"Ok. I promise. No fucking with you. I'll keep it real. If I'm gonna laugh at you, I'll laugh because you're being funny. I won't fuck with you. I don't wanna make you mad at me. Not right now. Just wanna make you ... happy. Make you feel good. Make you feel like you used to. Like you should. Like we should."

You closed your eyes and nodded. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that this was just something that you two needed to get out of your systems. Something that had been building for weeks and was now about to spill over.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, pulling him in by the waist. He kissed you back and lifted your leg up, pressing his hardness against your thigh. The feeling made your head spin. It made your body ache for him.

He grabbed your hand and guided it to his cock, letting you wrap your fingers around it. You felt him flex and harden even more in your grip. You sighed and bit your lip. You wanted him so bad.

"Take it off." He said. He took a couple of steps back and looked at you, serious as hell. "Take it all off. Let me see you." He watched you.

You stood there, still pressed against the wall, and pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the ground. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor on top of your shirt. You slid your pants and underwear down your legs, stepping out of them and kicking them away.

You stood there, naked and vulnerable, waiting for him to say or do something. But he just looked at you. Like he was trying to memorize every curve and angle of your body. Like he wanted to remember what you looked like.

"You're so goddamn beautiful, y/n. So fuckin' beautiful." He took a deep breath and shook his head, running his hand through his hair. "You ready for me?"

"I - yes. I'm ready. Are you? Are you ready … for me?"

"More than you could ever imagine." He stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. He laid you down and looked at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he started to kiss his way down your body.

He licked and sucked at your skin, leaving marks in his wake. He knew that he shouldn't be marking you up but he couldn't help it. He wanted everyone to know that you were his.

In whatever way he could have right now. 

He would take it. 

And he would leave it.

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[narwhalandchill]

(HEAVILY suspect genshin 4.2 AQ weekly boss leaks, massive spoiler if its legit etc etc but take with a Colossal grain of salt, also general 4.0 & 4.1 spoilers jic, i am going moderately insane)

i would like to formally apologize in advance for the person im about to become if childes whale (or 'it' more likely than not) is genuinely going to be the 4.2 AQ weekly boss what the fuck. What the fuck

Listen. Listen. Listen.

ive been saying for YEARS that this fucker is a bigger deal than just he hee minor miniboss turned neutrally aligned friendly rival on the fatui harbinger gauntlet. ive been coping ive been starving seeing him get literally no relevance or new abyss lore for years as fanon butchered his character beyond recognition. but i knew. i knew they werent putting those lore breadcrumbs in there for nothing and like. im trying not to lose my mind just yet its still highly suspect claims but. itd make so much sense. itd explain everything.

the oratrice was not wrong. if the primordial anti-french bathwater is connected to the whale all along its no wonder it deemed childe guilty as the one with 'its' traces remaining on him all this time especially as the latent yet-untapped power resulting from that past encounter has clearly begun to surface. theyre registering as one and the same to the oratrice. and for the whale to end up as a weekly boss its Very clear theres an explicit link there.

and like? if the whales been behind fontaines rising sea levels and tied to the primordial water all this time lurking somewhere just underneath the nation of hydro im just. was childes instinct to come to fontaine specifically due to his worsening mood rly much coincidence at all or was 'it' beginning to call for him due to sensing that hed soon be ready to awaken his potential? his stories suggest quite clearly that this was what happened when ajax was 14 as well - the abyss called to him as did he to it, frustrated as he was with his ordinary life, seeking the potential he had within. ready to nurture his trouble-mongering nature into a true force of chaos and a nexus of strife. isnt this just the same thing all over again?

and the celestial star-cruising whale is his constellation. that kind of link isnt giving me a "chance encounter you happen to get latent powers from". and for skirk to explicitly state that awakening 'it' was a feat unheard of before ajax. that no one had ever done it before. theyre deeply intertwined if not outright the same entity on some cosmic level - just different incarnations somehow. shits getting Real and i fucking knew there was something up YEARS ago

anyway hooooly shit i am going to fucking lose it i really really hope its real. and like sure sure knowing its coming is technically a spoiler but also not really? bc now its just the how and why and when. is skirk going to finally show up? is childe going to summon 'it' either on accident or on purpose? would he utilize the imminent threat the whales presence poses to force both furina and neuvillette into emergency mode given how abyssal creatures are literally kryptonite for dragons and celestia-approved divine beings alike? is that why traveler ends up having to face it instead? bc those 2 would literally get irreversibly corroded by the abyss from one hit?

alternatively, will childe want to fight it? bc ppl dont talk about this for some reason but hes always had a voiceline about what we now know 100% was 'it' and bro genuinely wants to go back to the abyss full send just to throw hands with the whale to prove hes surpassed the past terror that gripped him upon their first encounter and that hes overtaken it with his own power. which with the new lore drops of their deep connection definitely isnt giving childe replacing and becoming the new incarnation of the abyssal star-whale at all nuh-uh. surely. (i want it so bad)

anyway. holy shit. heres hoping this doesnt just age like shit DUFYDUGHFGDJSHDK i really want an AQ final fight thats not just harbinger of the week for the 4th time in a row. theyre fun and all and like yeah arguably childes ties to it kinda make it a harbinger fight but also not? bc this is about his abyssal links nothing to do with being in the fatui. and its the whale anyway not him per say

anyway heres hoping we get that 3rd final boss fight to the death with him in the celestia arc for once and for all when hes finally reached his peak. first we fight him at his incomplete level in liyue. then his abyssal whale. then 3rd time him in his final form thank youuu

but like. still emphasizing. this is NOT reliable leaks or confirmed yet so hold your horses. very sussy whisperings from some ppl who do have somewhat of a truthful track record but nothing concrete. i just went insane enough with the very idea that my brain made me type this madness out regardless

#rambles #genshin #genshin leaks / #genshin spoilers /

[weirdcat1213]

Its time for the weekly horrors- I mean Trimax vol 3 >:3

The Thoughts:

chap 1:

-AH EVERYTHING IS FALLING

-bro you are about to get into a fight can you stop thinking about your bf for 5 minutes

-fr tho, vash's words making him hesitate/angry is so dcfgjhbkml

-why everyone wants my babygirl dead :c

-now now, comparing someone with their brother isnt a nice thing to do

-oh so now we're not even making an allegory, he actually called him jeesus

-also "your soul is forced to endure the sorrow by the hundreds, suffering by the thousands, and the rage by the hundreds of thousands" im gonna throw up cuz of how that GOOD and PAINFUL that shit is

-the polar opposite of being a human huh...i mean besides something i said weeks ago about how he's further away from humanity more than he would like that point is interesting cuz most of the time we call him someone who is more human than any other person. he carries more pain than any human could endure and definitely has more patience than anyone will ever have but...hm...i want to come back to this

-ww pls dont make me cry today pls honey

-oh im gonna cry

-"your ideals will join you in the grave" i fucking hate thats the reason why we all try to be better people, thanks to that fucking wet cat of a man i cannot deal actually

-MILLIE :D

chap 2:

-i dont have much to say about battles but let it be on the record that I'm enjoying ww's eyes sm

-oh page 38 is cool as hell

-OH SHIT IS THAT HIS FUCKING SPINE????

chap 3:

-ww stop having pretty eyes youre distracting

-meanwhile :3

-ah geesus the body horror (so good but creepy)

-EYES :D

-so many fucking details. nightow got down even the smallest scribbles, as 98 vash would say

-oh right that....thats still upsetting

-i fucking swear people need to leave my son alone

-also fucking hate that he had to SHOOT A BABY even if it was fake

-I FUCKING HATE THIS ACTUALLY

-i can feel his fucking mind breaking i cant do this

chap 4:

-"i cant do this" yet here i am lmao

-i think if vash held me like hes holding that girl a lot of my problems would be resolved ngl

-characters reciting names always get to me :c

-also HA EAT THE PTSD ASSHOLE

-"why are there so many" brad you may want to sit down for this one

-..................i deadass thought "oh the doctor is here" IVE READ THIS BEFORE AND I FELL FOR IT AGAIN

-vash with his hair down :3

-nah hes not gonna kill you BUT HE FUCKING SHOULD

-oh i will kill so many people (vash is bleeding)

-hm. this reminds me of something in houseki no kuni (i wont spoil but maybe ichikawa had trigun as inspo which would be cool af)

chap 5:

-oh im yeeting myself (ww thinks about the children) -ww gives in his anger and fear when punching those weirdass faces but I'm gonna say this once: that doesn't make him weaker or worst. i haven't seen anyone think that of ww, i just feel that when he compares himself to vash he feels that way and i cant stand it :)

-vash i fucking swear-

-oh god the fingers...the fucking fingers...

-oh you are NOT talking to my vash about pain and agony

-OH WAIT I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THAT PANEL OH GOD NO I HATE REREADS WTF

-XD my girls

no wait i need to get back to that. i thought that was emilio's dad not fucking vash himself oh my god I'm sick so sick actually wtfffffffffffff

chap 6:

-is this the chapter with the gays eyes cuz I'm not ready for that-

-oh fuck you nightow. fuck you for putting knives in the title page and the title being "families"

-i want to punch so many things but I'm at work. fuck

-also i forgot about this stampede parallel GOD WHEN DOES MY SUFFERING END

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE GAY EYESSSSSSS

-yeah i agree this is literally the moment. like fuck. fuck actually. fuck what else is there to say.

-fuck

-like hes so fucking terrified that he was afraid for him, what his journey is causing ww, but even if he wanted ww to stay away and safe he knows ww would say fuck off, but also vash would not be able to take it

-THERES SO MUCH FEAR AND LOVE IN THOSE EYES IM GONNA BITE MY HAND

-OH I CANT ACTUALLY WHY DOES THIS HURT SO MUCH WTF

-im so fucking upset cuz the last 3 chapters were basically fights. they were full of energy and shit but now that is over and they are in a rare moment of peace, and everything fucking hits.

-im gonna go outside and step into oncoming traffic

-YES LUIDA MY QUEEN SHUT HIM UP

-WOLFWOOD :D pls never leave me

-i....*implodes*

-i am nothing. i just remembered that.

-OH CMONNNNNN

chap 7

-maybe i dont want to read trimax anymore. maybe a little person like me isn't strong enough for a 2nd round of the pain. with that in mind, lets keep reading :D

-WHERES THE NIGHTOW PUNCHING BAG WHEN YOU NEED IT

-wolfwood what he is it doesnt matter i swear pls cant you just love him?

-:c

-i dont like vash being emotionally attached to stuff cuz that means i have to yell HES LIKE ME FR FR

-oh that....that beautiful panel...amazing

-i think my mind blocked this out because of the previous sad things that happened, so now my brain is allowing me to process more sad things :3

-"i still have so much i must do" and i see i still have many tears to cry out huh?

-ofc wolfwood would ask about redemption

-cant my man show an important part of his past and show vulnerability in front of his friends in peace? damn

-im gonna start bitting my glasses

-GAY MOMENT PART 2 INCOMING

-luida pls i want to stop crying

-oh wolfwood honey....you just fell so hard for my man didnt ya

-i just realized the chapter is called "life as a" and I THINK the idea is to complete it with "life as a 'vash the stampede'" cuz he's not human

OK GREAT NOW I CAN RUN TO THE WASHROOM AND FUCKING CRY :D

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #nightow sir #i will meet you and i will end you #and then buy you coffee

[heartcal]

rejected ; c.h. (part vii)

summary:  he was just a silly little crush that you had in high school, and you were sure that after graduating, you would be over it. so why is your heart beating fast as he sits next to you in your first class on your first day of college? chapter summary: apologies probably won’t fix what was broken, but an opportunity presents itself in an interesting way. pairing: calum hood x reader (gender-neutral) genre: fluff, angst, classmates to friends to loves au, college au warning(s): mentions of past toxic relationship, mentions of how said-past relationship is affecting person, cursing (as usual) word count: 2.3k words

a/n: this took... so damn long. illness, writer's block, life, emotions -- writing did not stand a chance lol. but !! it's finally here, even though it can be looked at as a filler chapter, but still !! i believe there's about one or two parts left before it's officially over!! i hoped to finish this series during 2022 but uhhhh... yeah lol. i also did not get a calendar so wish me luck now onto serious stuff -- as usual, i am going to link the reddit post with links to donate to ukraine as the war is still raging. finally, if there are any mistakes, please let me know! enjoy, and happy new year!

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Calum knows Ashton’s worried. The nervous eyes that move around his face, the prominent frown lines that cover the absence of a friendly smile, and the tone of Ashton’s voice as he greets him—it’s very noticeable.

“Hey,” Calum greets back.

Ashton notes the dark circles around Calum’s eyes, the puffy eye bags, and the redness indicating he has not slept well. Calum holds his emotions in his eyes.

“What happened?” Ashton wastes no time, wanting to find out what exactly has his friend in this state.

Calum sighs, sitting on Ashton’s couch with his head in his hands. How does he break it down?

Recalling the scene from yesterday, he feels like bringing up your confession first, but he knows that’s not the main issue at hand. Rather the main issue is himself.

Not getting a response, Ashton pushes further, “You said you fucked up bad, again, so I’m assuming this involves—.”

“They told me they liked me,” Calum interrupts, voice strained as he breathes out. He digs his palms into his eyes trying to quell the frustrated tears, “and I said some awful things.”

“Awful…how?” Ashton holds his breath, staring at Calum’s hunched form.

“I—,” Calum groans, leaning back with his hands covering his face, “I basically threw our friendship in their face.”

Calum finds it hard to explain himself. Looking in from the outside, Calum could see himself as a cowardly selfish person; acting without a second thought, inconsiderate of how it would make others feel, all just to make themselves feel better. He took your concern and kindness, stomped on it repeatedly, and threw it in the trash. And to make it worse, you still had the guts to tell him you liked him. That was something he was not brave to do.

“You can’t be short with me, Cal,” Ashton scolds, observing Calum’s body language.

Calum moves his hands down his face, revealing his eyes—which were glossy and a slightly darker red than before—as he stares at the ceiling. He avoids Ashton’s stare because he knows it would have him spilling more than what he wants to let out, and he’s not quite ready for that. Not yet, at least.

“Sheila still has a hold on me,” Calum states, swallowing the bile rising in his throat, “she has a hold on me and I can’t let go.”

“Cal,” exasperation flows out of Ashton as he sits next to Calum, mirroring his position to stare at the ceiling, “Sheila was—is—a bad person. She had no regard for how she made people feel, always wanting to be the center of attention, and when she doesn’t get what she wants she becomes someone completely different. Worse.”

Ashton watches Calum shut his eyes, a tear slipping out before his eyes open again.

“Toxic and abusive relationships,” Ashton sighs, continuing, “it’s—they are hard to move on from. I get that. But I know you, Cal. You’re stronger than you think you are.”

Ashton knows that it’s a weak attempt to soothe Calum, but he recalls how well Calum kept it together throughout the last year of high school. Anyone who wasn’t privy to the relationship’s ups and downs would’ve thought that Calum never went through something like that. Those who knew, though, couldn’t understand how Calum can keep his head up, but at the same time were proud of him.

Calum’s eyes flutter shut again, nose flaring as a few more tears slip out.

“Throwing the box out from under your bed is a great start.”

Calum knows it is. He hates that he’s right (and he does not know how Ashton knew about that box), but it would be best to throw it out.

“I will,” he whispers, using the sleeves of his sweatshirt to wipe at the tears.

“Now,” Ashton readjusts in his seat, “tell me exactly what happened.”

Calum heaves out a sigh, letting a few beats of silence pass before starting from the very beginning.

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If there is one good thing to come out of this mess, it's that you finally gained enough confidence to confess how you feel to Calum.

Sure, it didn't go the way you wanted it to, rather you would have preferred if you were in a better mood instead of crying in front of him. Along with it being done under better circumstances, as well.

It seemed selfish; he was dealing with something and you had to drop the bomb on him like that. From an outside perspective, it would have been better to withhold that confession, but then again, having it bottled up for so long was not a good idea.

Instead of sitting in your room wallowing over what could’ve happened (for over a week at this point), Jessie forces you out of your sad bubble to visit a few shops to help them get started on their business.

You put up a fight, making up a plethora of excuses starting from illness to being tired. All of them were brushed off, eventually making you give up once clean clothes were being tossed to you.

Standing in the premium fabric section in a craft store, you tune out the sound of other patrons and the cheesy holiday music. Jessie doesn’t try to get your opinion on fabrics anymore, knowing you’ll continue to tune out every question asked.

Jess won’t lie; they didn’t think you had the guts to confess to Calum. When you called later that day to tell them what happened, Jessie thought it was just a late April Fool’s joke, or that they fell asleep early and were dreaming – you almost hung up since you thought the call dropped – but when Jess came to, they did what they could to console.

But now this was getting ridiculous.

“Hey,” Jess tosses a roll of lace to you, shaking you out of any self-deprecating thoughts you were having, “it’s not the end of the world.”

You sigh, “I know, but it was so embarrassing.”

“So?” Jess questions, taking the roll back and placing it on the shelf.

“So,” you continue, shifting the shopping basket to the other arm, “you didn’t see the way he looked at me after I told him how I feel. You didn’t see and feel the shift in emotions, how tense it got.”

Jessie gives you a look, the same one they give you when you start to sound like you’re making excuses. You hate that look.

“Listen to me,” Jessie places their basket down before facing you and doing the same with your basket. You nod once for them to continue, “I am going to be one hundred percent honest. On one hand, I’m proud you finally confessed. Honestly, it could’ve been handled better, and definitely during a different conversation. But you did it. However, on the other hand, that was not the best thing to do. How Calum handled it is both understandable and somewhat irrational, but he has his reasons. So don’t beat yourself up, because you’re not the only one feeling bad about the whole thing.”

You bite your tongue, knowing that, once again, Jess is right.

Jessie picks up both baskets, handing you yours before finishing, “You have every right to be upset. It’s not easy to get over that, but it’s time to move on and continue.”

You nod once again, letting Jessie’s words replay in your mind and settle.

It is time to move on. Dwelling over what could’ve been, over how it should have been handled, and going through different scenarios to think of how you could’ve fought back and hit Calum with equally hurtful words is completely useless.

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You have to give your professors props for not assigning any major work for the upcoming holiday break. A couple of essays, some reading, and some studying that you can cram before break ends – break will be mostly relaxing.

Except for the fact that your English professor announced a group project. It was a project that was supposed to be part of the final grade before the break, but it was decided to be a good way to start the new semester (and new year) as it allows for discussion with other students.

You found it to be dumb because it would have been better if the project was given at the start of the fall semester if your professor wanted people to talk to each other. But, English professors can be odd (at least your junior and senior year English teacher was).

It was decided that over break, every student will receive the email of the guidelines of the project, along with the names and emails of their partner or partners, as it was made clear with the handful of students not returning in the new year made the class count uneven. You can only hope you get one partner, and that they’re not Calum or Ashton.

Comically, life is a joke sometimes.

“Your professor must hate you,” Jessie wheezes into the phone, “it’s unfortunate as it’s hilarious.”

You roll your eyes, mixing in the final ingredients for the cookie dough after placing your phone down on the counter with the speaker on.

Jessie inhales deeply, “Oh, my god I’m so sorry.”

You hum sarcastically, not buying their apology. You stop mixing, placing both hands on the counter and shaking your head, “I seriously cannot believe it. Here I am, enjoying my holiday break and making holiday treats, and suddenly the email comes and I see the two names I did not want at all.”

“Luck’s on your side,” Jessie jokes before another laugh escapes, “it’s the universe’s way of telling you there’s still a chance.”

“No, Jess,” you resume mixing, “there were plenty of chances, and all of them were in vain.”

“At least give this a shot, maybe you and Calum can talk things out and Ashton can be the peacemaker, like a voice of reason.”

“I’m going to ask for a different set of partners—”

Jessie’s strict tone of your name cuts you off, “You’re being irrational.”

You sigh, knowing your request is going to be ignored by your professor. You can only guess that they were assigned to you since you spent time with Calum earlier in the year, but then again, your professor must have noticed the change.

“Just try this,” Jessie has calmed down, empathy taking over, “if you don’t want to give it another chance, then don’t! But if he apologizes and wants to try again, put your foot down. Tell him where you stand, and that you cannot go through what you went through again.”

You’re starting to wonder if fashion is Jessie’s strong suit, because all this advice and guidance they’ve given you is helping you open your eyes.

“Thank you, Jess.”

“You’re welcome,” you can hear their smile before a faint crash is heard on the line, “shit, I gotta go, baby cousin dropped something.”

“Good luck,” you laugh, prepping the cookie sheet with parchment paper.

“Thanks—you too. I’ll call you tomorrow!”

The call ends and you let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived when you see an email notification.

Nope.

Instead of checking the email, you go right for the cookie dough, rolling them into a ball and placing them on the pan. It keeps you occupied for close to twenty minutes, but once they’re in the oven, you’ll have to read the email.

Hey! I’m surprised the three of us are partners, but I’m excited about this project! Hope you guys enjoy the rest of your break, happy holidays!

Ashton signs off with his name and number, along with a smiley face.

As you struggle to compose a response, another email comes through.

I’m surprised too. Happy holidays.

Short and to the point, Calum’s response makes you nervous.

Neither of you properly reached out since that day, opting for avoiding one another in person and leaving the texts untouched. There were times when you wanted to check up on him, noticing his absence in a couple of classes and even on social media. But when you get those thoughts, you go back to the image of him in the park and the pain you felt when you left.

Sooner or later, one of you has to be the bigger person. One of you has to reach out to the other and talk, at least clear things up enough to the point where you can get through the project without problems, without the awkwardness and tension filling the air and ruining an important project.

One thing is for sure: a new year means a new slate. After a hellish couple of months, you make a New Year’s resolution to let go of your crush on Calum and move on.

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Calum enjoys the company of his family. Watching the younger kids of the family wander around the Christmas tree, eyeing the present piles never fails to bring a smile to his face. Watching the elders converse and gossip was also enjoyable (just not when they would ask him questions about life and school).

He can’t fully enjoy the festivities with the heavy, lingering thought in his mind, constantly knocking to get his attention. Were you enjoying your break? Were you relaxing? Did you need any help with homework? And most importantly, do you want to be partners with him for the group project?

He wasn’t expecting it, so he completely understands if you ask for different partners. It would hurt him, he admits, but he also does not want any problems occurring that could lead to a bad grade.

After talking with Ashton, Calum sees a bit clearer now. The box under his bed is still there, however, a lot of its contents have been tossed. The remaining items are the items he’s truly attached to.

He’s hoping the bonfire his family throws on New Year’s Eve will give him the chance to throw those items out. Burning them means they will be gone permanently, watching them turn to ashes, almost signaling acceptance and moving on.

Maybe then he’ll grow. He’ll move on, better himself, and fix any relationship he’s broken.

He can only hope you’re willing to accept his apology this time.

#5sos imagines #calum hood one shots #5sos one shots #calum hood imagines #5 seconds of summer imagines #5sos drabbles #5sos blurbs #5 seconds of summer blurbs #5 seconds of summer one shots #5 seconds of summer drabbles #calum hood blurbs

[goddess-evelle]

In this video X

We coded it so that

Our girlfriend edges us every time we die. If we cum we lose. Can we beat the game, or will we end up coming, and losing the game? We are about to find out.

Warnings: Edging, unprotected sex, breeding kink (kinda), desperation, possessiveness, hair pulling kink, eating out. I think that’s it

A/N: I am dying, but I loved the way this came out. Enjoy!!!! First time I write something so long in one go

This writing is based on the video of Dream and Sapnap sharing damage.

Words: 4,073 in total, divided in 5 parts

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

You weren’t sure what was going on since you had never seen George this animalistic before; he usually took his time and was slow with his movements towards you, but for some reason he just wanted to have your taste impregnated in his tongue. His wet muscle gave a harsh lick from your clenching hole to your clit enjoying the way your hips pushed into his face to try and get him to give you the pleasure you desired. He let out what could be only described as a growl as his hands hooked around your thighs getting his face full of pussy as he started to suck your clit. While he sucked your clit he also moved his tongue in circular motion giving you that extra piece of pleasure that had your thighs shaking. Your hand came down to grab his hair as you made eye contact. You were surprise to find such a possessive look on his face as he continued to devour your pussy like a starving man. He moved away from your already sensitive clit to start tongue fucking you while one of his hands moved down to rub quick circles on your clit. Clearly he wanted to make you cum as quick as possible, and he was really close to accomplishing it with the way he was making you feel. Eyes rolling back as he kept his ministration on your clit making you come undone around his tongue. You couldn’t even breathe as George continued eating you out making a loud yelp leave your mouth. This time Sapnap was the one that pushed George away from you with a harsh yank of his hair. “I believe it’s my turn Georgie” George looked angry to say the least, but moved away regardless taking a sit back in his seat just like Dream had done. Sapnap was already naked and simply took the space the older man was occupying. He smiled and moved towards you to share a passionate kiss with you. Mouths hanging open as you separated from the heated kiss. He placed a final kiss to your forehead as he took his cock in his hand and gently pushed the swollen tip into you. The gentle slide earning a relieved moan from the two of you. Sapnap’s hips collided with you letting you know that he was completely into you. He waited a few seconds as he let you get used to his size. His thickness was something that always made you have to wait a few minutes before he fucked you dumb. You gave a pained whine letting him know that you were ready for him to fuck you, and just like that his hips started pushing inside of you. His cock reaching your spongy spot just perfectly as he angled his hips slightly up.

#sapnap x reader #dream smut #dream x reader #georgenotfound smut #dream team smut #dreamwastaken smut #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap smut #dream team x reader #dream team

[lexysstorm]

Live thoughts while reading Thunder:

- why did frostpaw just use the word hours?

- please gay frostwhistle please

- goosegrass? I think thats a new one.

- AAAAAA i just want to read frostpaw pov shes the only one im interested in but ill give the others a shot

- LILYHEARTTTT queen

- if squif doesnt become leader i will be very unhappy

- OMG IVYPOOL DEPUTY????

- ok but why is night going with them i dont see a point

- i really really really hate the decision to pair sun with night it doesnt feel earned. Just let sun be in shadow its so much more interesting there

- ok sunbeam show me whatcha got

- stop being stinky lionblaze

- BAHAHHA BERRYHEART????

- ok she kinda right tho- does look kinda desperate sun im sorry girl you dont need no man

- ok i like spark and finch WOOO

- really love how berryheart trespassed just to whine at sun for leaving

- FROSTPAWWWW

- i dont remember smoky being this nice but ok

- FROSTPAW KIDNAPPED BY PEOPLE???

- FINALLY someone brings tree up in all this

- thats a HILARIOUS trial idea actually

- THE KIT SWEARING LMAOO

- finchsun please

- i think its kinda dumb that riverstar is here ngl- then again i didn't read his super edition

- OH MY GOD SHE GOT SPAYED?? IM

- theres goes my frostwhistle😭😭😭

- another traveling book im

- LMAOOOO NIGHTHEART IS SUCH A BAD CAT???? Hes going for fame😭😭😭😭BROOO

- oh my GODDDDD sunbeam girlie PLEASEEEEEE LEAVE HIS ASS AFTER THIS IM BEGGING

- OH MY GOD SQUIRRELSTAR????? HOLY FUCK

- STOP BEING A BITCH LIGHTLEAP

- i am actually very interested to see what tree comes up with for a solution

- what if frostpaw brings a cat back from the forest territories to be riverclans leader wouldnt that be STUPID

- OTTER MOMENT

- usual nightheart L

- ok i have a pool and a cat that goes outside and the pool cover does NOT bend under her weight💀💀💀theyre made to support a humans weight just in case (i think, dont try that)

- yeah frost is kind of carrying you night step up ur game

- dovewing ur right to be defensive queen- kind of shitty of ivy to be kind of trying to use her like that even if i do like ivy,,,

- omg "im not letting you manipulate me into manipulating him!" PERIOD QUEEN

- berryhearttttttt whatre you planninggggg

- cherry fall is right just give it a lil shove- im sure they could aim the rock to not hit a den

- i bet the black cat that refused to eat with the park cats will be rcs next leader but that's a crack theory

- meditating cats

- ok well. Why cant she just. Learn everything she needs to abt meditation real quick then go back to rc

- WERENT YOU SHADOWCLAN LAST WEEK HAHAHAHAH FROSTPAW

- YOURE NOT GOING TO SHOW US HOW SHE REALIZED??????????? HELLO?????

- oh nevermind okay

- "ive always known" SUREEEE unless im forgetting something from previous books, you didnt suspect a THING frost

- ok so her name is rook, ill remember that

- wait. Waffle. Waffle that won the contest? WAFFLEPAW????

- Worse than you imagined??? what does THAT mean

- READY AS ILL EVER BE

- cherrfall sus

- Cherryfall?????

- OH MY GOD QUEEN SHIT SUNBEAM HOLY SHIT

- sunbeam u really need to tell someone what youve seen and heard istg

- wow the big reveal nobody saw coming. HEY i DO like the idea though! Frost getting manipulated by her mother and a cat she loved is pretty fun to read, more interesting than nightheart. Even sunbeams pov has been pretty fun. Honestly if night didnt have a pov/wasnt a main character i would love this arc a lot more! And if sun didnt switch clans smh MAKE HER GAY HUNTERS

- ok well. Frostpaw. Dont. Do it. In rc camp??? Do it at a gathering- so EVERYONE knows

- oh my god is she actually gonna do that?? Lets go????

- oh my GOD NO WAY ARE THEY GOING TO VOTE HIM OUT??? TIGERSTAR II IMPEACHMENT????????

- wait dont the medcats have to be w the impeachment squad or am i misremembering

- ok good someone brought it up, but there should be a rule that if the medcat is closely related to leader they should be excused bc of conflict of interest right?

- YESSSS PUDDLESHINE

- uhuh SUREEEEE podlight

- NONONONONONONONONONONONONO

- THATS IT?????? BRUHHHH

#asc thunder #warrior cats #asc thunder spoilers #thunder spoilers #wc spoilers

[fairycosmos]

hey chloe, i’m really struggling today and i dont know how to carry on living. could you tell me about your day to distract me? also if you know any magic cures to pure suicidal self loathing please lmk <3

so so sorry to hear you're struggling, my lovely. i know words never really put a dent in these feelings when youre in the thick of them but i did want to let you know i get it and i don't blame you for being exhausted and at your wits end and i would be happy to tell you ab my day as a distraction. it was a WEIRD one! i woke up feeling depressed as fuck and super disconnected from reality but i had to go give a presentation at a university building in the city as a part of this job hunting process that im currently doing and it took like 2 weeks worth of mental energy to get up there in front of people not even being dramatic ive been so fucking insane in my head about this. i was thinking of my sister a lot during it all wondering what she would think of me doing it LOL. then on the way home someone stole £20 from me and then someone ELSE kicked my backpack on the train and smashed the bottle of wine i had in there and i was very close to crying but didn't. then i got home and took my pill and listened to music and made dinner which was a chickpea curry and gave my dog some of the treats she was begging for. and since then ive just been sitting and blogging and breathing and i still feel like shit, but the feeling is constantly moving, constantly proving itself not to be completely permanent the way it wants to convince me it is in my lowest moments. i am really sad right now but not enough to kill myself and that is improvement. while there is no magic cure to suicidal self loathing there is the knowledge that you're not alone in this and that no feeling is final and that you deserve better than this even if the thought feels completely fake and foreign in your head. verbalising what you're going through, learning to identify what triggers you, building a crisis plan and a support network for yourself.....none of it is easy or a straight up solution and none of it is really enough, but it is something, it is proof that where you are isn't where you'll always be. as cheesy and as horrible as it is to feel and admit and know. i am gonna leave some links to a few resources that recommend some great coping mechanisms - again, not cures - but if you let them in they can be enough to get you through. it's ok if youre not ready for that right now and need to come back to it later, there is no rush or timeline. just know it'll always be here if you need it and i care very much about your wellbeing, and i believe in your ability to manage and live alongside these feelings even it seems like a complete impossibility in this moment. sending a massive hug, please please look after yourself. X

resource / resource / resource/ resource / useful hotlines

#tw suicide #anon

[talaok]

Steve can’t know(Chapter VIII)

Summary: Steve is your overly-protective older brother that is very opposed to you frequenting the wrong crowd, and especially to you dating Eddie Munson. Still, when you meet each other one day at lunch,it seems there is very little he can do to stop the inevitable.

Chapter summary: Eddie talks to Steve and surprisingly, the two of them may actually have found an agreement. This is all very fluffy, I honestly don't know what has gotten into me

Content warning: none

*This is the last chapter, but there is probably gonna be an epilogue(I'm not ready to say goodbye yet, lol)*

Chapter I  Chapter II Chapter III  Chapter IV  Chapter V  Chapter VI  Chapter VII   Chapter VIII

"We need to talk" Eddie stated. Steve felt like he was about to explode, how dared he even speak to him after all that had happened? But he was also exasperated and tired, these past two had been some of the shittiest days of his life. First finding Eddie in his little sister's room, then kicking him out, and then having to see Y/N so sad and heartbroken. He had never seen her like that and it destroyed him knowing that, partially, it was his fault, but he had done it for her, if only she understood. Steve took a step in Eddie's direction with a threatening expression. "Ok, ok, ok," Eddie said, raising his hands "before you punch me again, I just want to tell you the truth" he said, with a tint of irony in his voice "The truth" Steve repeated, confused and irritated "Yes, the truth" Eddie said, hopeful There was a moment of silence as Steve weighed his options. He could have hit him or he could have actually listened to the guy. He opted for the one where he wouldn't have gotten expelled for beating up someone in the school bathroom and he also realized that maybe, what Eddie had to say might have actually interested him. "whatever" steve said, allowing him to speak Eddie smiled subtly and cleared his throat "All right" he said, enthusiastically. There was a moment of silence "so?" Steve said annoyed "Right, I'm sorry I just didn't think I would have actually gotten this far"Eddie chuckled Another moment of silence "Munson, I swear to g-" Steve was about to lose his patience when Eddie finally started speaking "Look, I know who you think I am. I know that you think that I'm just a druggie who occasionally uses girls just for sex. And to be honest, you aren't completely wrong, well, at least not about the first part" Eddie blurted out, almost out of breath. "Great" Steve said sarcastically, turning to get out of the bathroom "No but wait!" Eddie shouted panicked as he got closer to Steve "Please, listen to me" he said, desperate. Steve turned around again. That was good enough for Eddie "I am all of those things, you are right, but with Y/N... with Y/N it's different" he paused, looking for the right words "I like her Steve. I really, really like her. like really. and- and I'm serious about her and I get why you would think I'm not, but I am" Eddie said, basically begging him at this point "Why should I believe you?" Steve said, skeptical "Why would I be here doing this if what I said wasn't true? Why would I be here telling you that I'm serious about her when I'm not? Why would I be here telling you that she's the first person that has made me feel this way in my entire life and that I cannot lose her, not like this?" he stopped a second "Please Steve, I'm begging you. Shit, if it convinces you I can even come for dinner at your house, meet your parents and all that shit, I'll do anything, I promise. I'll be the best boyfriend you'll have ever seen, just please... please don't take her away from me" Steve sighed deeply "Please, I'm begging you" Eddie said, looking at Steve straight in the eyes Steve turned around and walked to the door. Eddie felt a wave of despair overwhelm him as if a hole had opened up on the floor under him and he had fallen into it. He had fucked it up, like he always did. He looked down as he sighed deeply. Maybe it was for the best, maybe she would have been better without him. "what are you waiting for?" Steve's voice brought him back to reality, out of the dark hole. He looked up at him, confused. "For the record, this doesn't mean that I like you" Steve said, opening the door and gesturing for him to follow.

"Behind the bleachers? "Steve said, puzzled "Yeah man, she goes there sometimes" Eddie said, immediately realizing his mistake "And how exactly would you know that?" Steve said, raising his eyebrow and looking at Eddie, who widened his eyes. "uh- She- uh-" Eddie stuttered "You know what, I don't even wanna know" Steve said exasperated.

This was the second day in a row that you had spent avoiding Steve. You knew you couldn't keep coming to school on foot and spending lunch here behind the bleachers, but you weren't ready to go back to normal yet. You were laying on the grass, smoking a cigarette with your eyes closed when you felt voices coming from the entrance. You were too tired to even look. Whatever, if it's a teacher maybe you'll get suspended and won't have to come here for a while, that wouldn't be that bad. You heard footsteps coming your way. still, you didn't open your eyes. "Y/N" Of great, just great, Steve had found your hiding spot, the only place where you could hide from him at school. Life is really going amazingly lately. You quickly put out the cigarette, you didn't want him to lecture you about that too. "Y/N" this time it wasn't Steve talking Were you having hallucinations? maybe it was the sun. You opened your eyes frowning from how confused you were because you thought you had heard Eddie talking, but that was impossible. That was especially impossible because one second before you had heard Steve, and you highly doubted they could have been in the same environment without having one beat up the other. Well, you must have been having a stroke because as you opened your eyes, that is exactly what you saw, the two of them, the same people who you just had to pull off of each other a little more than 24 hours ago, those same two people were right in front of you, staring down at you. "what's happening?" you asked a little more than confused Steve sighed while Eddie looked at you with a subtle smirk. You were even more confused "Look, Steve, if you want to lecture me again you can save it alright? Yesterday was enough" you said annoyed Steve looked at you like you had hurt him, and you probably had, it pained you too to treat him like this, but he had really fucked it up this time. "no, Y/N, thi-this is actually the opposite of that" Steve said, as if it physically pained him to say it "What are you talking about Steve?" You were starting to lose your patience Steve sighed "Ok. He talked to me" he said gesturing towards Eddie, who had the same look from before on his face "and as much as it hurts me to say it" he paused "he was convincing" Eddie smiled at you, a big and happy smile You were still somewhat confused. Did he just say that? Does this mean you can be together? Your heart was beating way too fast. "what do you mean?" you asked, your mind almost exploding from all the thoughts going through it "I mean he told me that he's serious about you and that he likes you a lot," Steve said. You smiled "you did?" you asked in a soft voice, turning to Eddie. He nodded, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen "he also told me he wants to come to dinner and meet mom" Steve said, looking at Eddie with a severe look. you laughed softly. "so, I guess what I'm saying is that I give you my blessing and all that bullshit" Steve finally said You were about to cry, and if it wasn't for how shocked you were you probably would have. "are you serious?" you asked, your voice breaking. "He's serious, sweetheart" Eddie said, stepping closer to you and putting his hands on your waist. Steve made a disgusted face. You smiled up at Eddie as your eyes filled with tears. He grinned at you and you hugged him. You hugged him so hard he probably couldn't breathe, but you didn't care, he was there, he was there with you and he wasn't going anywhere. You leaned away from him and looked at him through your lashes. He thought his heart was gonna stop, he didn't think he would have ever gotten to hold you so close to him again, and yet, there you were. He knew Steve was right there but he couldn't contain himself. He leaned closer to you and kissed you softly, while he intertwined his hands behind your back. You melted into his touch, it had been a bit more than a day but you had missed his hands on you and his mouth on yours as if it was oxygen for your lungs. "Yeah, ok, that's enough. You have my blessing, but that doesn't mean that I want to witness any of this" steve said looking disgusted gesturing at the two of you. You broke the kiss and chuckled "Thanks, Steve. Really" you said sincerely, looking at him. Steve nodded, and smiled subtly, looking truly glad to finally see you happy again. That expression lasted for about a second before he turned to Eddie with a serious look" Just for the record this doesn't mean you can sleep in her room. and if I find you there again I'll still punch you, we clear?" He said sternly "yes sir" Eddie said sarcastically, clearly holding back a smile. Steve shot him a threatening look. You rolled your eyes " Yes, Steve, it's all clear" you said reassuringly before any of them did anything stupid. Steve looked at you like he wanted to say something else but at the last moment, he decided not to. "well, I guess I'll leave you to it then" He finally said, turning around. Eddie immidiately pulled you closer to him, smirking at you. "Oh, and by the way" Steve turned sharply around, making you jump a bit and turn towards him "don't think that I haven't seen that" Steve said pointing at the cigarette stub on the ground, "if mom finds out you're dead" he said before turning around again, and walking towards the school. You should have cared about that, you should have been worried but it was impossible to feel anything other than happy in Eddie's arms. You looked up at him and smiled, smiled because he was there, smiled because he had the balls to talk to your brother, smiled because you were in his arms again, smiled because you could see him smile too, and finally, you smiled because you were finally happy. Truly, simply happy.

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie #Smut #stranger things #steve harrington #steve and dustin #dustin henderson #stranger things season four #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

[fyorina]

okay so i read the newest part really late last night so i read it again just now and i SGABGHFHVJDHGJFF i have many things to say

“I’ll be back later tonight… wait for me?” “Yeah,” you finally agree, voice wavering. “I’ll wait for you.” hey now. that one kinda hurt.

“Fate, the word haunts him, curses him, he wants to spit in its face but every passing day reminds him that the gods must be laughing down at him.” IM ABOUT TO THROW HANDS W FATE IDGAF 

THE FLASHBACKS. THATS ENOUGH. DONT DO THAT TO ME.

“i am NOT coming to ur funeral.” our friends are so real tho 😭😭😭

THE KISS !! THE KISS THE KISS THE KISS

“and god, you want him.” YES TF I DO ‼️‼️

“it’s unfair, you might die” CARINA WE TALKED ABOUT THIS

“The man lets out a sigh of what can only be utter suffering, lifting his head to look up to the ceiling as if asking a higher deity ‘why me?’” chuuya ily you don’t get paid enough to deal with dazais shit

THE SCENE W HIM COMING BACN TO THE EMPTY APARTMENT IM SCREAMING. THE FLASHBACKS. THE PURE PANIC. I JUST.

“the way you meet him (although you’re always the one to find him), the way you die (he always finds you though),” hey so what the fuck.

the sunsets im sobbing 😭

WALKING TO THE EDGE OF THE ROOF??? AND STAYING THERE???? that shit made me so nervous my heart was in my ass for the entirety of this scene

the pov change at the end omfg i wanted to cry

UGH anyways ty for listening to my ramblings ily and your writing have a great day/night!! 🫶

TUMBLR USER PE4RL-DIVER WELCOME BACKKKK IVE MISSED YOU

dazai and his legendary beef with hate will never not make me snort - every time someone comments or sends an ask about it, it makes me giggle because this man is TRULY ready to throw hands with gods at this point

NOOOO WE LOVE THE FLASHBACKS <33333 it's not the end of them either!!!

I WAS SOOOOO EXCITED TO WRITE THE KISS - i wanted i to be in chapter 2 soooo bad but i just couldn't figure out a way to cleanly weave it in so i had to push it off</3 BUT I THINK IT WAS WORTH IT

HELP MEEEEE I CAN'T HELP IT also it's partially because i'm dramatic and every time something slightly inconvenient happens im seeking death so </3

CHUUYA IS SOOOO FUNNY BC YOU KNOW HE'S SO SICK OF DAZAI'S BULLSHIT LOLLLL poor man questions his existence every day

the pov change was such a last minute decision BUT im rlly happy i went with it because it also gave me an idea for uu6 that i think im going to try to implement so we shall see how it goes

TYYYY FOR SENDING YOUR RAMBLINGS ILY HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY

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