#anyway happy fucking sunday bitches

[dicksquad]

lemme cook

#bro sometime( a lot of the time) I miss my fucking family bitch #like holidays and birthdays and sundays #the energy was unbeatable and the love was conditional but at least it was fun! #I think about them a lot and I hope they are happy #I never talk about how crazy it felt to go from seeing them everyday like my entire fucking family everyday to no contact and its bizzare #anyways good morning happy sunday

[lavender---sunshine]

💖 Had my first car cry today besties 💖

#watch my spending #i am just exhausted #im so sick of my parents expecting me to be responsible and giving my brother a free pass #just because he bitches louder #rent is due and i just paid my car payment and my cellphone is due on the 4th and my internet got turn off #because my parents cant afford to keep it on and they're asking me to pay for my car insurance despite the promise #that they would pay for the first year like they did for my brother. which. i knew. or i should have known not to believe #meanwhile my brother is trying to buy a tesla and isnt paying rent #but he broke his hand and the surgery got rescheduled and he wont move his shit #and I got chastised for saying i want to buy a new fridge because i hate the one i have. i need to says my dad #fuck you! #im keeping mom afloat! im paying for everything #and i had a little breakdown in the car because i realized right when i got to my second job that i needed gas #i was so looking forward to sleeping in on Sunday and now i have to get up early anyway #and i get no reprieve. theres no rest. no break. #i wish i had a second day off because I have no time and all these responsibilities #and i had to get into the lowtide water yesterday #and they're giving me more stuff to do at work #and i have to return a package and get gas and make my lunch and text a friend happy birthday and publish the work schedule and respond to #this email and pay off my credit card and clean my room and text my manager and wait for my brothers hand to heal so he can move and sleep #i need to sleep #life is messy

[lixzey]

Hi again babe😊 So I thought of a request, it’s kinda long so I don’t mind if you want to put it off or something but here I go anyway.

Timmy is older than reader by quite a few years (no minors ofc💀) but they’re dating and Timmy starts to feel like he’s manipulating reader because of the age gap so he breaks up with her and is kinda mean to her. Reader is really sad cause she did love him and kinda throws herself at him. then one day she overhears him having sex with another girl and starts crying and he catches her and basically admits how he really felt bad. And then maybe makeup smut and fluff. 👍bye, happy Sunday💕

A/N: Changed it a bit, i hope it's alright! So far, this is the longest out of anything I've ever written. My first attempt at smut! This took me almost five hours to write 😭

wc: 3.4k

Info: angst, age gap, unprotected sex, oral male receiving, masturbation, read with caution

More Than Words.

Y/N loved Timothée more than anything in the world. Timothée was ten years older than her, but it didn't matter to her. The two were paired in a movie and sparks flew almost instantly. At first, Timothée was hesitant to pursue her, being older than her and all. But Y/N proved that age wasn't an issue between them, since they were both consenting adults, nothing was wrong with what they had. But being in his late thirties made him feel like he was using her. Timothée felt like he was manipulating her into being in a relationship with him. Y/N was all that he could ever want, but in the back of his mind, it felt too good to be true.

“Y/N, I don't want to do this anymore.” Timothée blurted out. He had taken Y/N to dinner at a fancy restaurant where there were a lot of people dining. 

Y/N stared at him, “What do you mean, love?”

“I want to break up, I want to end this.” Timothée said flatly, though it was more like he was trying to be intimidating—which he knew wouldn't work with her. 

Y/N was glaring at him, her (y/e/c) eyes were darkening at the sight of him, which made him feel genuinely scared of the younger woman in front of him.

“You took me out to a fancy place,” she said, looking around. “A very public place. Where I'm not allowed to scream at you without looking like a crazy bitch.” 

Timothée winced and looked down, reaching for the glass of red wine that was in front of him and drinking all of it in one go.

“You're smart, for taking me to a crowded place.” Y/N continued, her voice low, “I applaud you for that.”

“Y/N I—"

“I'm not stupid, Timothée,”Y/N snapped at him. “I know what you're doing, you fucker.”

“You're very young, younger than me . . . and . . .”

Y/N's eyes flashed dangerously, and Timothée knew immediately that he had said the wrong thing. 

“I'm going fucking punch your pretty face if you finish that motherfucking sentence.” Y/N growled. He believed her. Y/N L/N wasn't one to threaten a person, but when she did, she would absolutely hurt you. Timothée swallowed hard at the sight of the furious woman in front of him, who looked extremely sexy and made him want to kiss her hard and run his fingers in her long hair. 

Timothée did his best to look intimidating again, but he knew that it was pointless because this woman—who he dated for a year—knew him better than anyone else.  “Y/N, I don't want-” 

“You don't get to break up with me, Timothée Hal Chalamet.” Y/n shook her head defiantly. “You're not too old for me, you fucking shit! How many times have I told you-”

“I'm trying to do the right thing.” 

“Fuck that right thing bullshit, Timothée! We've been dating for almost a year and I've told you countless times, I don't care that you're older than me! I love you for you, not because of your age.” 

Timothée looked around, thankful that no one was paying them any attention. Still, a public display wasn't something that would do their careers good. Y/N being in love with her career, and living her dream. He wasn't going to let her throw her career away—her anger could be explosive, and that wasn't good if this conversation went south. He called the waiter and practically threw money at him, before grabbing Y/N's hand and pulling her out the establishment.

As soon as the two reached his car, he opened the door for the glaring woman. Timothée got in his car and drove back to Y/N's apartment. Once they arrived at her cozy apartment, Y/N had her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at him and waiting for him to explain. 

“I-uh-you're amazing, Y/N, really,” Timothée started, shifting slightly under her intense gaze, “But you deserve . . . you deserve—”

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Someone younger? Someone more handsome? Someone who's not as thin as a stick?” 

“Yes! But hey! I am not as thin as a stick, thank you very much!” 

“I don't fucking care, Tim! I want you. I love you. Only you. Please don't do this.” 

“You deserve-”

Y/N closed the space between them and cupped his face, “I don't care what I deserve! I chose you, I made my goddamn choice to be with you, to be yours!” 

“No. No. You shouldn't have picked me, I don't deserve you. You're young, beautiful, and incredibly sexy which makes this so much harder.” Timothée insisted, gently removing her soft hands away from his face. He wanted nothing more than to pin her against the wall and fuck her senseless, but he didn't want to use her. This was already hard enough. Saying no to her took everything, and it was killing him to push her away. “You just don't know any better because we jumped right into this too fast, I manipulated you into this.” 

“What? You didn't fucking manipulate me Tim-”

“Yes, I did!” Timothée yelled, running his hands into his hair, “I manipulated you into being in a relationship with me! You didn't know any better!”

“Are you calling me stupid, Timothée Hal!?” Y/N snapped, “I chose to be with you-” 

“Maybe you are stupid! Stupid enough to fall for my bullshit!” 

“Timothée-” 

“You shouldn't have chosen me, hell,  we shouldn't have been together in the first place!” Timothée yelled, “I'm fucking thirty-eight, Y/N I'm two years closer to forty! And you're twenty fucking eight! Ten motherfuckimg years younger than me!”

“Tim, are you even hearing yourself!?” Y/N yelled back, poking his chest,  “You're fucking drowning in your insecurities!” 

Timothée looked straight into the eyes of the beautiful woman in front of him, “I just want you to be with someone who's better than me.” Timothée mumbled softly, nearly whispering as he looked down at his feet. He winced when she placed her hands on either side of his face. 

Y/N scoffed loudly. “Oh, please. You keep on thinking that you're not worthy, but you are. You are fucking worth it, worth all of the fucking things in this world.” She titled his head using her finger, making him face him. “I love you, Tim. I love you more than anything in this world. You aren't just some older guy,” Timothée winced when she said older guy, but she just chuckled, “You're mine.”

Timothée gazed into her eyes, seeing the soft look of love in them which made it much more difficult to leave her.

“You don't deserve an old man like me.” Timothée mumbled, averting his gaze away from her. 

Y/N stepped back, before sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose, “So you think just because you're older, I don't deserve you? You're going to just toss me to the side? Make it better for the both of us?” 

“Was hoping to.” Timothée mumbled. 

Y/N glared at him again. He was really pushing her buttons. She didn't give a damn that he was older, yet here he was, making a big deal of it like an idiot.

“You're a fucking idiot.” 

“I know, I'm an idiot for forcing you to be with me.” 

“If you say that you forced me, manipulated me, one more time, I swear to God I'm going to fucking break your jaw.” Y/N snapped, throwing him a threatening glare. Timothée fell silent, staring at her as the silence painfully wrapped them both. He was waiting for her to cry and hurt him, throw things at him, call him an asshole and slap him across the face, or literally anything. He was waiting for her to kick him out for breaking her heart or tell him she didn't even love him—even if it was a lie—anything. But she stood there, glossy eyed and fighting back tears. 

“Y/N, I-” 

“No. You're stuck with me, Timothée. I'm not going anywhere.”

Timothée sighed, this woman was going to be the death of him. She was absolutely stubborn, and could be a pain in the ass if she wanted to. “Y/N, you're being stubborn, love.” 

“Did I fucking stutter?” Y/N hissed, “I'm not going anywhere.” She enunciated each word as if he was a little kid or as if he was stupid. Maybe he was stupid. 

Timothée groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Y/N, please don't make this any more harder—”

“No.” Y/N outright refused. “Haven't you met me? I'm not letting you go just because you're insecure. I'm stubborn? Hell yes, I fucking am.”

Timothée mentally kicked himself. He should have expected it when she refused to let him break up with her, he knew she wouldn't go down without a fight, and nothing will be easy with this stubborn woman—his stubborn woman. Timothée shut his eyes tightly; just looking at her, fighting for him, was painful. “Y/N,you don't know . . . you don't know what you're saying.”

Suddenly, Y/N crashed her lips into his, taking him off-guard. Timothée shut his eyes tight as he felt his knees buckle at the touch of her lips. Her fingers weaved through his curls, making him moan. Before he had the chance to think, he had his fingers buried in her long hair as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, taking dominance. She tasted like heaven and sin, he was addicted. 

Y/N moaned, the sound of her moans made him crazy, making his already throbbing cock painfully twitch inside of his jeans. It was usually him taking dominance, and she loved it. But now, it was Y/N taking charge as she shoved him against the door, and he loved it. His hands went down to her ass, taking in handfuls of it. How he wanted to rip the dress off her and just devour her. Her lips felt like drugs, pulling him in deep every time. And then he finally realized what his intentions really were. He practically threw her off of him, feeling guilty when she yelped because she fell onto the floor.

“I'm sorry. I . . . I have to go,” Timothée said in a panic and ran out of her apartment, with Y/N trailing behind him. 

“Tim! Please, don't leave me….” Y/N called out to him from the doorway, tears in her eyes. He turned back and watched the tears stream down her cheeks. Timothée felt his heart break, he was being an dick to the woman he loved. Even if it was cowardice, he turned his back on her and walked away. 

Y/N felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. The man she loved, the man she wanted to grow old with, left and broke her heart. She wanted to scream and shout, she wanted to trash her apartment in rage and heartbreak. How was she supposed to live without him? Her other half? Y/N fell onto her knees and cried her heart out. 

An hour later she tried calling him, but he wasn't answering. She tried leaving voice messages, begging him to think about it and come back to her. She cursed him, yelled, cried, for hours until her body gave out and finally passed out.

A week later, Y/N was still crying her heart out. She was still leaving Timothée messages, still begging him to come back. But still, he wasn't answering. Her friends were getting worried, leaving her texts and calls as well, but she didn't answer any of her friends' calls and texts. 

Meanwhile, Timothée was drinking his guilt away. He kept on repeating each and every one of Y/N's voice messages. Hearing her cry and begging for him to come back made his insides twist, but he just wished that she'd forget about him and move on. But there was a part of him that hated himself for breaking her heart and wanted nothing more than to rush back to her place and kiss her, hug her, apologize for being such a dick. He would be lying to himself if he said that he didn't want to be with her. He wanted to marry her, have a family with her. But his insecurities got the best of  him. The past year of being in a relationship with her was the best year of his life. He missed her terribly, but he fucked it all up. 

Timothée sighed, before lowering his boxers. He stroked his throbbing length as he moaned her name. 

“Oh fuck, Y/N, oh baby.” he moaned as he moved his hand up and down his cock, quickening his pace as he relived the memory of fucking her against the balcony of his home. Her body, he wanted to worship her again. Timothée wanted to suck on her breasts as he traced every curve of her perfect body. He thrust his cock in his hand, grunting when he wasn't satisfied. Timothée wanted to drive back to Y/N's place so bad, he wanted her tight pussy to clench around his cock and fuck ber until she was screaming his name and came around him. He would just have to settle for his hands for the time being then. He got his phone from his nightstand and opened his gallery. He clicked open his private album of photos of her that he had taken while and after they had sex. He settled on one where her breasts and face were covered in his cum. 

“Oh, Y/N, fuck!” he moaned as he came, the sticky substance covering his hands. 

Another week later, he couldn't take it anymore. He missed her badly. He missed her smiles, her laugh, her sass, her care, her love, he missed her. Not having her body, not hearing her moans, not having her pussy clench against his cock, made him crazy. Timothée buried his face in his pillow, two weeks without her was absolutely killing him. But his pride was making it harder than it already was.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. He got up, silently cursing whoever was knocking on his door at this hour. It was fucking midnight, and he wasnt't expecting anyone. He opened the door and his breath caught in his throat. 

“Hi.” Y/N's soft voice echoed in his ears. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her hair was a mess. She was wearing sweatpants and a shirt two sizes larger. “Can I come in? Or should…..should I just go?”

“Uh, yeah. Come in.” Timothée opened the door wider and stepped aside to make way. “How…how are you?” he asked, scratching the back of his head. 

“Shitty. Absolutely shitty.” Y/N muttered as she made her way to his living room. “You?” 

Timothée stiffened, should he admit that he missed her so bad and was an absolute dickhead for everything? He stared at her, she looked miserable. She looked thinner since two weeks ago, her eyes were dull and practically lifeless. Timothée felt his heart break even more, the woman he loved was miserable because of him. 

“It's bullshit.” 

Y/N smirked at him, “Easier, huh?” 

Timothée chuckled nervously, “Nope, it isn't.” The two of them locked eyes, and before they knew it, they were kissing each other with the passion that burned inside of them. His fingers ran through her hair as his tongue entered her mouth, savoring the addicting taste of her. Y/N pulled away, which made him whine at the feeling.  

“What are we, Tim? I can't do this if you won't give me a proper answer.” Y/N whispered, her gaze slowly going down. 

Timothée tilted her head up, “I'm sorry for being an idiot.” 

“You're my idiot.” Y/N chuckled softly, “Are we okay again?” she asked hesitantly. Instead of answering her, he crushed his lips against hers. “Mine.” he moaned into the kiss. 

“Yours, forever yours.” 

Timothée picked her up, lips still locked together, her legs wrapping around his waist. He brought her up to his room and placed her gently on the bed. 

“I love you, I love you so fucking much, Y/N.” 

“I love you, Timmy. More than anything.” Timothée took off his shirt before pressing his lips back on hers, parting her lips with his tongue. He sucked on her tongue, savoring the sweet taste of her. Y/N bit on his lower lip, that made him moan into the miss. His hands trailed over her body while she pulled on his hair, whimpering at his touch. 

Timothée pulled away, tugging on her shirt, taking it off of her. He unclasped her lacy red bra with ease, taking off the offending fabric off of her chest.

“I missed these.” Y/N moaned as Timothée sucked on one of her breasts while her hands made their way to the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down along with his boxers. His cock was hard and throbbing as it sprung free.

“I still get surprised with how big you are.” Y/N chuckled, kitten licking the tip of his cock.

“Don't tease, princess.” Timothée whined. Y/N licked the tip one last time before bobbing up and down, taking his length in her mouth. 

“Merde! Princess, fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good.” he moaned, thrusting his hips forward making Y/N gag, drool dripping from the side of her mouth. She cupped his balls, sucking him harder and faster. 

“Oh, fuck, I-I'm g-gonna cum!” Timothée moaned as he released in her mouth. Y/N sucked hard, making sure to take every last drop of his cum. 

“Good girl. Now, on your back, princess.” he demanded, his voice husky. He slid her sweatpants down, taking her panties along with it. He slipped two fingers inside of her, making her whimper. He watched her as he moved his fingers in and out her, grinning when she gasped when he rubbed his thumb over her clit. “You like that, don't you, princess?” he whispered in her ear. “So wet for me, eager for my cock, aren't you?” 

“Yes, oh, f-fuck! Right there!” When he felt her walls beginning to clench around his fingers, he smirked and removed them, making her whine at the empty feeling. “Please, Tim, d-don't tease!” 

“What do you want, princess? You want my cock, huh, princess? Beg for it.” Timothée whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. 

“Please, Timmy, I want you, I need you! Fill me up with your cum until my knees give out!” Y/N begged, rubbing her thighs together to temporarily ease her desire. 

Timothée lined his cock up to her entrance, pushing in slow and deep, making her hiss. “So tight, fuck.” he groaned as thrust in and out of her at a slow pace, letting her adjust. He savored the feeling of being inside of her, her walls delectably suffocating his cock. He briefly pulled out of her only to thrust back in hard and deep, Y/N moaned loudly. “Fuck, harder! Please!” 

Timothée growled loudly and withdrew again, plunging back into her and hard and deep. “Mine,” he said in a gasping breath as he quickened his pace, Y/N's arms wrapping around him, her nails digging on his skin. Timothée gripped her hips, thrusting in and out rhythmically.

 “All yours, forever yours, only yours.” Y/N moaned. Timothée panted against her skin, growling and sucking at breasts. 

“I'm g-gonna cum!” Y/N whimpered, her nails digging deeper into his skin. 

“Cum for me, princess. Come around my cock. Gonna cum too, fuck!” 

“Oh fuck!” Y/N cried out, her arms and legs wrapping around him and gripping him tightly as she came hard around him. Timothée grunted as he spilled inside of her, “Fuck, I love you.” he whispered in her ear as he collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck up to her lips.

“I love you more.” Y/N chuckled tiredly. Timothée flipped her over so she was laying on top of him. He kissed the top of her head as she snuggled on his chest.

He missed her so much, and Timothée vowed never to let go of his woman ever again. 

“I love you, more than words can ever describe.”

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[dollfaceksj]

Can #7 be of Jungkook getting seriously jealous and making oc cry with mean-ish words? Maybe? Please?

i hear u loud and clear 🫡

gonna tag some warnings: y/n is a bit out of line/out of character cause of alcohol consumption & sorry for the angst…. this kinda takes a serious turn unlike the crack-vibes we’ve had so far. + its pretty long. sawry <3333

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #7

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sunday evening, ur chillin’ at home, watching how to get away with murder with a bag of chips on your stomach and your legs thrown up on the table

your phone starts ringing and you groan

who the hell is calling u rnnnn

you reach for the remote to pause the show before raising your phone to look at your screen

oh it’s eunbi

…

wait

IT’S EUNBI

you shoot up and chew the remnants of the chips in your mouth quickly, swallowing it down with your can of soda

you pick up the phone and put it to your ear

“hey–”

“i told you not to tell him!”

NO

what

NO NO NO

“what?”

“don’t act stupid! jungkook! you told jungkook!”

fuck fuck fuck

how are you gonna explain that you really didn’t!!

“eunbi i swear i didn’t!”

“then why did he come by to tell me he doesn’t like messing with people that can’t keep it on the down low? you’re the only one i told!!”

just to tell her? does that mean he just went there to break their little fling off and he didn’t fuck her?

but

why…

would he…

hm

“i swear i didn’t tell him. you can ask him yourself!”

“well i can’t anymore, he wasn’t very fucking happy, y/n. now he thinks i’m a dumb bitch that can’t help but run her mouth.”

well

she kinda is?

just calm her down

“you’re getting worked up over someone that has a gaming set up with twin monitors and a chair that lights up.”

she quietly chuckles and then says, “well, he has amazing dick.”

oooof. it worked

you roll your eyes. “you can find so many better, eunbi. don’t let that guy walk all over you like that.”

rich coming from YOU

she sighs quietly. “sorry for yelling like that. i just…”

she suddenly trails off

hm?

“you just?” you encourage her to finish her sentence

“how do you know he has a gaming set up? even i don’t know that.”

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

oh right

yeah

well

you’re fucked actually

now how the FUCK are you gonna explain you’ve been to his apartment after he just broke it off with her

SHE’S GONNA THINK YOU MADE HIM BREAK IT OFF WITH EUNBI FOR YOU

“what?”

wow very smart

“how the fuck do you know that, y/n?”

just calm down

think logically

“eunbi, he’s literally a damn gamer. it was a stereotypical joke but i’m pretty sure he does.”

GOOD SAVE GOOD SAVE

it’s quiet on the other line for a moment

“right, right, sorry. i’m being paranoid.”

“paranoid for what? u’d hate it if i did something with him?”

“well, i wouldn’t like it to be honest but i guess you can do whatever you want. it’d just be a shitty thing to do.”

???

“why, though? like you said he’s fucking everyone and their mother. you weren’t seeing each other romantically and y’all weren’t on platonic terms either. it was just sex.”

the other line is quiet

you conclude, “unless you… unless you’ve caught feelings for him.”

silence

eunbi is dead silent

“really eunbi? a JUNIOR?”

“ughhhh it’s not my fault, okay! he’s just so…” she deeply sighs. “he just knows what to say.”

yeah

yeah you know what she means

“i’m sorry he broke it off like that.”

“it’s okay. maybe it’s better before i actually catch some real feelings.”

you sigh and rub your forehead. “you’re in uni to get your degree, not let guys walk all over you and ESPECIALLY not geeks that are younger than you.”

she softly chuckles, “right. well anyways, i gotta go. i’ll talk to you later.”

“okay…” you quietly sigh as you hang up the phone and slam your phone down onto the couch besides you

for fucks sake

if you didn’t already feel stupid for playing this stupid game with jungkook, you feel guilty now

but why? they weren’t a thing

they weren’t anything

you could’ve very well already been sleeping with jungkook (gross!) when she told you

so does it matter in the end?

it’s just a matter of circumstances

worse than the circumstances you find yourself in right now

clubbing on a friday evening with tae and his mates

wearing the tightest little skirt you own

a long sleeve shirt that plunges almost all the way down to your belly button, cleavage on display

makeup and hair done the way you like it

you look absolutely stunning (u always do bae <3)

tae came to pick you up and now you’re standing in a club, hugging your phone to your chest as you wait by the bar

joon, yoongi, tae and seokjin are present

and yoongi looks mighty mighty MIGHTYYYY good

his long black hair is slicked back and he’s dressed in all black like he walked off the set of a mafia movie

you’ve taken just two shots so far but taehyung hitting The Shoot to a song that it doesn’t fit on whilst recording it for his insta story is enough to turn your babysitter instinct on

but

your phone buzzes

instagram notification

probably taehyung tagging you on his story again for the nth time tonight

you glance at your phone anyways

📸 @.jungkook97 has requested to follow you!

?

??

???

what the fuck

what the literal FUCK?

why is he

WHY IS HE ????

Oh for fucks sake

shit shit

what do you do?

accepting and declining his follow request would both just look like you’re still playing his game

and ur NOT!!!

swear

your thumb hovers over the confirm button

girl just accept his follow request and he’ll see how unbothered you are thru ur story

NO

decline and put him BEHIND you.

nooooo just accept :))

decline.

accept!!

DECLINE

before you can even accept or decline

an arm brushes against your elbow and you snap your head up to look at the person

is it .. who u think it is ..

“you don’t look like you’re enjoying your night,” he says as he nods towards taehyung

oh shit it’s yoongi

his voice is so deep and gravely. goodness gracious.

what perfect timing

you really needed something to take your mind off of all this bs

“i’m babysitting a grown man,” you chuckle, crossing your arms as you lean back against the bar

“he’s not your responsibility so you’re a good friend for that.”

hmmm

what a sweet thing to say :(

“thanks, yoongles.”

he chuckles and shakes his head. “what did i say about calling me yoongles?”

hm hm hm

you quip, “want me to call you something else instead?”

WHERES UR DECORUM???

TWO SHOTS AND UR LOSING UR MIND

he glances at you. “i’d blame the alcohol for your boldness but you had water the other day and you were still on demon time.”

???

you giggle and shake your head. “i’m fine. i’m just having fun, yoonie.”

“don’t call me that either.”

you should really listen to him but why are you such a fucking lightweight MANNNNN

you lean into his face. “you know, you have really pretty lips. like you could be a mouth model.” your eyes are glued to his lips and his eyes are staring down at you as you close your eyes in on his lips

“that so?”

(guys his lips…)

“like they’re so pink and plump. and soft. wow, you could totally be a mouth mod–”

yoongi chuckles and shakes his head before he cuts you off. “just kiss me.”

PAUSE

RECORD SCRATCH

WAITTT

you blink at him a couple times. “my lip combo cost me–”

“38 bucks, i know. you make them look that good and expect not to be kissed?”

DAMN

wow

that was so

smooth wow wait

uhhh

you

you kinda want to

so maybe you should

your eyes ping pong between both his eyes, a slight pinch on your brows. “i mean,” you pause, “it’s just a kiss.”

and before you know it, you’ve gently pressed your lips against his.

wow

his lips are so damn soft

so so soft

you cup his soft cheeks and pull him a but closer, lips messily painting his

but he doesn’t seem to mind when he holds you close by your waist, lips moving against yours in your own rhythm

you part your lips and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue through, gently licking into your mouth and allowing himself to taste the alcohol on your tongue

you move your hand down to his chest, other arm wrapping around his neck

suddenly a tap on your shoulder makes you jump

fuck fucj

who is that who is that

pls don’t be him

you pull away and glance over your shoulder

to be met with

none other than

oh.

it’s tae

WHEW

why are you still worried he’ll catch you? he doesn’t even go clubbing and he wasn’t here with tae or any of the other guys

he starts tugging on the both of you

“GUYS. dance on the dance floor! not at the bar. y’all look STUPID.” he slurs his words and you realize he thinks y’all are dancing and not … making out

what a dumbass

yoongi glances at you and chuckles, making you reach up and wipe his lips clean of the gloss you just smeared on his lips with your thumbs

you pull him to the dance floor, back turned to him

and so, you lead his hands to your hips as you continue to sway your hips to the song

he grips your hips and presses the side of his face against the side of your head

you close your eyes, allowing yourself to feel the music and the beat pumping through your veins

you needed this

no thoughts right now

you lean your head back against his chest, cranium grazing his collarbones as he continues to respectfully keep his hands on your hips

you dance with him for a few songs, allowing yourself to forget about everything. you’ve been acting a fool lately and yoongi is making you feel okay

you feel okay.

you feel okay.

you feel okay.

that is until yoongi stops moving behind you

just as you turn to look over your shoulder, you see

you see him

him

him

him

Him

HIM

h

i

m

“can i borrow her from you?” is all you hear as you stare at his lips, watching the lip rings move as he talks

what the hell

“sure, man.” yoongi pats jungkook on the shoulder before smiling at you and disappearing in the sea of bodies

no

yoongi, don’t leave

no no no

your heart is beating in your ass.

jungkook closes the distance between you and swiftly turns you around by your waist, holding your back close against his chest

your heart is definitely beating through your back and he can feel it through his chest, you’re sure of it

why the hell is he here?

he never goes clubbing

what is going on????

“no one likes a tryhard, y/n.” he says into your ear as he sways left to right

????

what?

no literally what

“you’re so pretty, so elegant. you could have the world at your feet,” he continues, hands respectfully dropping to your hips as he holds your hips and sways them for you

because

you

are

literally

fucking

frozen

“and yet, you’re seeking attention like you don’t matter.” his words are literally creating a dry lump in your throat

you literally did nothing wrong today

you didn’t do anything to get a reaction out of him

and yet he’s tearing into you???

you don’t deserve it this time

that’s enough

you’ve had enough

you slowly peel his hands off your hips and turn to him, glaring right up at him

he tilts his head to the side as he stares you down

everything happens

at once

you realize what’s going on

when you’re staring at the side of jungkook’s face

his cheek that’s reddening

and a clench in his jaw

right

you just

slapped him

you watch as he slowly nods like he knows he deserved that

he slowly turns his head to look at you and you’re vibrating with rage

“fuck you, jungkook. you absolute fucking asshole.”

you watch him open his mouth to respond but you don’t let him speak

you continue, “the world doesn’t fucking revolve around you but you know why you think it does?” you give him a moment to think about it.

but this time he’s not saying anything. he just stares at you

“because you’re a damn narcissist and you think any and everyone is out to get dicked down by you.” you bring your hand up to wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand

girl … you’re tearing into him

“but you’re just a fucking loser that games all day and gets his dick wet by girls who are also just looking for a release. you’re not anything fucking special, there’s nothing you can offer anyone except for good dick and your math notes.”

you can’t seem to stop though

“yeah, i admit, i sat next to you that day and talked to you like that with questionable intentions but that was because i wanted to see how far you’d be willing to take tae and joon’s ‘warning’, not because i fucking want you cause i don’t. i said it before and i’ll say it again but you gross me the fuck out.”

wrap it up before he cries… or before you cry

his big black eyes are staring straight at you, lips slightly parted and just a look of shock on his face

his cheek is decorated with a red print of your hand

“at the end of the day you are absolutely,” you pause as you narrow your eyes, “nothing but a fuckboy.”

by the clench in his jaw, the pinch in between his brows, the squint in his eyes and the quick scrunch in his nose, you can tell he doesn’t fucking like that

but you clearly don’t give a fuck anymore

he had it coming

tears prick in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall in his presence

what gives him the right to make you feel so small and humiliate you like that?

and with that, you shove your hand against his shoulder and push past him

you stumble all the way to the restrooms and book an uber

you wait for the uber’s arrival in the stalls

and leave without another word to anyone else

jungkook: 2

you: 1

to be continued

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[psychewritesbs]

Chapter 251: Decisive Battle in the Unhabited, Demon-Infested Shinjuku, Part 23--Megumi is back!! aaaaand it's not looking good

Well. In case you've been living under a rock, Megumi is back and everyone and their mom knows about it because Twitter demonstrated to be full of people who lack reading comprehension, basic human compassion, and an understanding of how trauma fucks with the mind. Only the latter is excusable, since this is domain-specific knowledge that I don't expect others to be aware of.

The number of times I've read the word "bitch" next to Megumi's name is appalling to say the least.

So... yeah... happy jjk-Sunday? Sorry, I wish I had a more upbeat intro to my ramble for this chapter but man... this fandom is something else and a lot of the comments about Megumi were just so...

Anyways let's taco'bout Megumi and share Megumi-love under the cut.

What is this irritating feeling?

Why does this matter? If you haven't seen me mention this over on the twt already, Sukuna makes a small gesture that is unequivocally Megumi body-language in chapter 248:

Megumi typically places his hand over his shoulder when he's stressed (although I have to confirm he only does it when stressed):

It isn't just the body language that is significant, but rather the way of thinking itself. I didn't catch this myself, but Ant and Danchou did, so I might not do it justice when explaining it.

This way of thinking is very Megumi-like in how he second-guesses himself. More than second-guessing, however, it also feels like a nascent sense of consciousness. All of this obviously presents a very interesting dilemma because, as Sukuna recognizes, sharing a body with Yuji has changed him.

I think we all knew Yuji or Megumi would be changed by Sukuna--because that is how Gege directed our attention by having Gojo mention Yuji could inherit Sukuna's CT by the mere fact that they shared a body. I know I also assumed that Megumi would maybe learn from Sukuna using 10s. But I also know I never even considered that the opposite could be true: Yuji and Megumi could also change Sukuna.

So, the way I see it, with that hand gesture, we have what appears to be Megumi's sense of self bubbling up from under the surface and changing Sukuna.

What's interesting to me is how subtle this is. Sukuna notices this as an "irritating feeling" that is incomprehensible to someone like him who rejects aspirational ideals.

So, part of what I love about this is that sharing a body with Yuji has deepened Sukuna's own experience of reality.

Sukuna is all ego, right? Ego is everything that is concrete...

So I have to wonder how much of this is also Megumi's own emotional turmoil given what we saw this chapter...

Wake up, Megumi!

Ok so let's do a quick recap...

We also know Tsumiki is integral to how Megumi sees himself. This is very important because Megumi basically makes her his raison d'être. In other words, his whole identity is framed around protecting her during the Culling Game. Aside from the obvious shock that it was to realize Yorozu was pretending to be Tsumiki the whole time, which meant Tsumiki was dead, the issue with Megumi was that he made Tsumiki his identity.

And if there is one thing we have seen happen time and time again in jjk is how being limited by your self-ascribed identity comes back and bites you in the ass.

So in Megumi's case, what happens when his whole identity was framed around a single outcome, and then he realized that outcome turned out to be a failure right from the start?

An identity crisis or basically no sense of self.

So what does he have to live for now?

What reason does he have for living if the person whom he had wrapped his identity around is now gone? This is what created the opening for Sukuna to possess him.

What's crazy about this is that even when he was weakened, he still put up a fight and elicited a "Fushiguro Megumi" from Sukuna. Sukuna had probably already considered the importance of the bath, but this likely solidified the need to have Megumi marinate in cursed energy. Like... this is what it took to bury Megumi's consciousness. Also, this is important because we're talking about marinating in negative emotions "to be near evil".

Now, it's midnight and I got to get to sleep, but the way jjk uses "evil" is not cliché at all, but almost like as a metaphor for chaos, hyper individuality, and instinct. I started writing about Naoki Urasawa's Monster, so hopefully I can get around to explaining the whole good vs. evil dichotomy (which is one of my favorite topics ever) soon, but this is all I'll say for now. I'll come back to this in a sec.

Next, Megumi's own Cursed Technique (which we know is tied to the brain and personality) and hands are used to kill Tsumiki's body and Gojo while Megumi can only observe.

And then, Gojo accidentally blitzes Megumi's soul with his technique.

Like are we for real expecting Megumi to just stand up and start throwing hands after all he's been through? What is wrong with people???!!!!!!!!!!! Have some compassion ffs.

Unfortunately, this isn't just about a lack of reading comprehension and compassion, it's also about lack of domain knowledge. This is Trauma with a BIG T we're talking about, and Trauma has been shown to limit how you see yourself and how you are able to think.

So, of course Megumi is distraught. The writing in this is so damn realistic.

Now, Gege has been paying special attention to Megumi's body language, and while the rest of the fandom is laughing at the "Mahoraga hands", I'm looking at how tightly closed those fists are. Even the way he's curled up in a tight ball... Almost like he's about to blow up from sheer pressure.

Quite the contrast to the last time we saw him in a similar position but with more relaxed body language.

And remember, he marinated in cursed energy so that he would be closer to "evil", right? Plus getting blitzed?

Listen, I am ready for Yuji's pep talk, I am sure it will be generational, but right now, I don't think Megumi is ready (or maybe even able) to hear it. Again, because Trauma with a big T.

Plus Sukuna loosing control of Megumi's body? You kind of have to wonder why Megumi's energy has been crescendoing to the point that Sukuna would be affected by it and not only think like Megumi, but also use body language that is unequivocally Megumi.

This feels like a Megumi is about to snap.

This is starting to feel ominous precisely because he's marinated in these self-destructive emotions for so long. Emotions which surely intensified as he saw the consequences of his inability to take action.

But then again... I was expecting a blood bath out of the culling game and it was everything but so 🤣 idk what to tell y'all. As predictable as he is, Gege is unpredictable af.

Ok I think those are my main thoughts? WHAT ABOUT Y'ALL?!!!!!! What are we thinking? What are the theories? oh mai gah.

Even if I'm responding to asks slowly, I'm still reading them as they come in guys. Sorry, school + work is kicking my ass because well... in typical Megumi fashion I haven't taken responsibility for bringing out my best.

That said, I go off to sleep 🫡 Thanks for reading!

#jjk ch 251 #god i love jujutsu kaisen #does anyone remember my Megumi tag? 😭 #not Gege edging Megumi fans #megumi kaisen

[yuri-is-online]

Jade would be VERY pleased about finally having another club member. I would be happy to listen to him info dump while we look at mushrooms and neat nature stuff.

I let this sit in my ask box for too long but I've had this idea kicking around in my head for a while and then harveston had to go and drop that one line validating my delusions and you've given me an excuse to post it ha

notes: they/them used for Yuu, violence against animals (a bear), swearing at animals (the same bear), Yuu is unnaturally strong (enough to fight a bear), Yuu is implied to have grown up in a forest/woodsy environment, Jade typical blackmail. Other more serious fic can be found on my masterlist here.

Once upon a time, back when you first arrived in this world, you had been unsure how to feel about NRC. Castles existed back home, sure, but ones like this belonged firmly in illustrations or video games; it felt a but nauseating to walk through your wildest dreams brought to life, even if it was exciting sometimes. It was little wonder to you then that the idea of a Mountain Lover's Club was so appealing.

"Did you hike a lot back home?" Trey has that strange smile on his face that suggests you have made him tense somehow.

"Yes. I practically grew up in the woods." The flow of wind through the branches, the smell of fresh rain on the decomposing earth below, all of it wrapped you in a familiar sense of serenity even if the tree line was completely foreign to you. What are men to rocks and mountains after all? You could make yourself right at home here-

"I still don't think you should join." Trey says with all the air of a man who is certainly not telling you something, but the surprising harsh nod of agreement Riddle gives before injecting himself into the conversation convinces you more than whatever Trey had in mind likely could.

"I'm not entirely certain what they do," Riddle has never forbid you from participating in things since you and his dorm-mates brought him back to his senses," but if you want to hike it might be safer if you did it by yourself, assuming you let one of us know when you are going and when you expect to be back. It wouldn't do to have something that brings you so much joy used against you prefect, none of us want that." But he has always expressed concern when he thinks things to be unsafe, and in this case his argument was something you found yourself agreeing with. Hiking is best done at your own pace anyway, why get a club full of self-centered assholes involved in your me time? Though you did wish now they had been a bit more... specific with their concerns. Maybe outlined some of the club's scheduling, but then they would have needed to ask him and in so doing betrayed your interest.

Which would have been much less embarrassing than how Jade actually found out. Because of course he did, was there ever any doubt he would? ~~~~ There is a creek not far up the mountain path behind your dorm you like to rest at when coming back from your adventures. It's a good place to check over the photos on your camera and enjoy the last few rays of sunlight before returning to whatever mess Grim had made in Ramshackle searching for where you had moved all the tuna cans. Sometimes he joined you, and the two of you would have a little picnic up the path a bit further, but that day had not been one of those days. Nor had the day you met this particular nemesis who is staring you down from just across the creek with such a judgmental glance you would think this was a Sunday brunch and not an afternoon meander through the forest.

"The fuck do you want bitch?" You snarl and the bear indignantly sniffs as if to imply she's better than you. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't realize it was my fault your face is so fucking crooked, thought you were just born that way." She huffs again, making a big show of turning her back on you as you rush to get your equipment off and tucked safely out of reach before the skankiest grizzly you've ever met whips around and charges you shrieking something about "how dare you steal her man!!!!" and blah blah blah "I'll show you, you good for nothing hussy!!!!" as if you could actually understand her and this wasn't a three act play you insisted on writing yourself. You weren't even sure this bear was a girl if you stopped to think about it in between punches, not that you really cared. She huffs and makes a valiant attempt to pin you as you snarl and flash your teeth and beat her right back into the creek laughing at what sounds like pathetic winging about "kids these days!!!" and how rude you are for-

A startled noise pauses your match, as you both turn, harsh glares towards a break in the thicket where a very out of place, very surprised looking man stands, hand infuriatingly poised casually at his chin. His infuriating smirk doesn't unfurl until you growl, deep and low reverberating through your opponent just enough that she decides to leave for the day while you are preoccupied.

"Oya, this is a surprise." Jade doesn't move and you stay firm in the creek, body shaking with unspent adrenaline as he decides to move just a bit closer. "If you were that desperate for a sparring partner, I'm sure Floyd would have obliged, animal abuse is not exactly legal you know?"

"What the fuck are you doing here." You spit before you exit the creek, a flash of something darting through Jade's eyes as his gaze darts between you and your pack on the ground.

"Me? I should be asking that of you. The Mountain Lover's Club had to go through quite an ordeal to get permission to leave the school grounds unsupervised..." His teeth begin to show as you crash down from your high, you hadn't actually thought of whether or not you would need to talk to someone other than a friend about where you were going... surely Riddle would have mentioned something if you did? Or did he not think to ask since he wasn't the adventurous sort? "I can't imagine how the Headmage would react to know his ward had been sneaking out to terrorize the local wildlife."

"Hey Brenda started it!" You snap and Jade looks briefly towards the treeline where a very indignant bear is pursing her lips and inspecting her claws, the very picture of innocence if he does say so himself. "She stole my sandwich while I was taking pictures of the sunset!"

"Maybe you should have had someone there to hold it for you." He laughs, finally moving from his spot towards you and your pack, eyes gleaming with familiarity as he looks over your things. "Perhaps, someone who would be willing to... forget about what he just saw if they accompanied him next time?" It's a threat using what gives you joy against you certainly, and you huff indignantly at it but don't deny his request. Jade is an eel of his word, and his joy at doubling the Mountain Lover's Club membership cannot be contained as he ushers you the rest of the way down the mountain, eager to plan your first expedition together.

Not that he intends to ever delete the pictures he took. Your angry face is just too cute.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #<3 asks #jade leech x yuu #jade: why yes my lockscreen is my partner fighting a bear #what do you mean yours can't do that? skill issue :/ #idk this sucks just take it i needed to warm up before working on my longer stuff

[glitchaxolol]

Honest opinions on Wrestlemania XL Sunday:

Drew v Seth: I was so happy for Drew when he pinned Seth. Seth was taking those hits like a boss but Drew was honestly slaying. Drew’s entrance looked cool asf but wth was Seth’s😭!? Him tweeting during the match was actually so funny. But anyways, DAMIAN CASHING IN WAS AMAZING AND JUDGEMENT DAY CHEERING TOGETHER AT THE END MADE ME SO HAPPY!!! (I expected Damian to cash in but I was glad he did) Match was still really short tho.

The Pride v The Final Testament: I like both teams but may I say, Scarlett and Karrion looked badass. Some of those hits had to be painful, on both sides. Also Karrion just picking Scarlett up at the end was lowkey sweet. Again, it was really short.

LA Knight v AJ Styles: That flip from AJ over the top rope was smooth. Both of them got in some good hits. That Avalanche German Suplex was actually insane. I was honestly rooting for AJ(who was looking like an absolute daddy btw😩) and I’m genuinely sad he lost. The end was lowkey stupid tho.

Randy Orton v Kevin Owens v Logan Paul: The start was genuinely funny, Randy getting on the back of the cart and riding along. Teaming up on Logan was a good idea. Also like, what did KO expect? Ofc Randy was gonna try to RKO him. They all got some good hits. I was NOT expecting IShowSpeed to be in the suit😭🤣! I was pulling for Randy but I still didn’t mind Logan retaining. Honestly he makes a good heel.

Bayley v Iyo Sky: Bayley’s wrestling gear looked great but Iyo looked lowkey drunk walking down(lol). They both gave us a good match tbh. Bayley was being an absolute beast, taking those hits pretty well. And I’m so happy that Bayley is finally getting what she deserves, she absolutely deserved that win!

Cody v Roman: The orchestra for Roman’s entrance was pretty cool honestly. (He looking fucking hot as ever btw🤭 also he stuck his tongue out so omfg, he cannot keep lookin like that😩). (He could call me a little bitch if he wanted🤞). Jimmy and Jey coming out to fight was pretty cool. I was just waiting for Solo to show up lol. John Cena and Rock coming out to face off with each other was great! I was hoping Dean was the one to come but Seth is alr ig. Roman choosing to hit Seth over Cody was a nice “Fuck you” for when they were in Shield. I actually cheered when Taker came out!!! Both Roman and Cody were absolute BEASTS during the match. I love Roman and I would’ve loved for him to win but it was for the best.

Overall: The matches were a bit short but holy shit was it worth it. The main event was amazing and so chaotic!!!

Reminder: These are just my opinions so don’t get like pressed or anything lol.

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[bohnsky]

I am not happy at all. No I am but also I'm not. I did not wake up at 6:30 in the morning on a sunday just to watch my favorites dnf and listen to Ralf Schumacher rant about my love Checo (at least he knows that Checo fans dislike him). Only the McLaren double podium makes this race okay (not really but I'm happy for them) and Ferrari didn't fuck up which is good.

So anyway here are my favorite drivers 4,5 months into liking f1:

Because he was in the paddock this weekend, I have to include Seb again. My one and only. I love him, he deserves the world, protect him at all cost. When he said it hurts to watch instead of driving himself because Suzuka is his favorite track. Emotional damage.

But he seemed so happy to be back in the paddock and to teach the grid about bees. He's so passionate, it's beautiful. And we got Sewis content.

1. Alex Albon

This (hopefully) won't change as long as I put Seb in a different category (the Seb category).

Just today I saw a comment saying that you simply can't hate Alex and that he is the least disliked driver and I love that. He deserves all the love.

My heart broke when he retired. I am not okay with how things turned out here. Everyone said they love Suzuka, why is it so mean to me?

2. Sergio Perez

I hate to admit that I almost put him on third this week because I wasn't as obsessed with him as I was during the last few weeks, but omg did I get mad when Ralf Schumacher started ranting about him, which made me rethink that decision. I love Checo my precious. This whole race was a disaster for him (and me) and yes some of it was his fault, I realize that, but I refuse to think about it. Just as I refuse to think about his seat. And I refuse to talk about it with anyone who doesn't agree with me. (I don't mind people who don't agree with me, I just don't want to hear it, not when it comes to Checo my love)

I just hope he is okay mentally and can enjoy the celebrations with the team.

Also I usually drink a red bull for every race but I didn't want one at 7 in the morning, so that race must have been the punishment for me not drinking my racely red bull.

3. Charles Leclerc

My man, again on 4th must suck. So close to the podium. But honestly I'm just happy that Ferrari didn't actively try to fuck up his race again.

4. Lewis Hamilton

Sewis content yay :D

Lewis always seems so happy when he's with Seb and that makes me happy. These two are my f1 comfort ship, they never fail to make me smile.

But also unecessary Merc bitch fight, I hope they are civil about it off track.

5. Lance Stroll

This time I had to put Lance here. I just adore him and it literally breaks my heart that he has such a bad season. To me he seems like he always stays true to himself even with all the bullshit he constantly gets and I love that for him. And even if I want more Lance content I love that he stays away from media as much as he does.

He was doing really well this race and I thought this could be a good one for once, for my little Lancy shaped heart, but no. Everything went wrong today just kill me already.

Honerable mentions:

Lando. I'm so happy about the McLaren double podium and that Lando has so many podiums lately. Also I've been watching a lot of Quadrant lately and I'm totally digging it.

Oscar. Obviously, I'm so happy for him. He is an amazing driver and a precious little baby. Go McLaren!

Valtteri. He's really gone through it today. I like him a lot, he might even be in the top 10 and I just want him to be happy. This race was not it. Also it took me ages to learn how to spell Valtteri. I always wrote Vallteri or Valterri. But now I know.

Max. Congrats my guy. I was thinking, I'm a little sad that I joined f1 during his peak. I wish I could've watched him grow and become the driver he is now. Also his fucking hair. Please I just want to touch it.

Hulknussen. I just want to talk about them because it seems like no one else does. To me they are peak enemies to friends (to lovers). But I don't like Haas the team. The drivers are great.

The Alpha Tauris. Listen, I am not okay with the whole seat situation in Alpha Tauri or even all of Red Bull. I love that Yuki and Danny get to drive next season, but what about Liam? He is literally outperforming Yuki. He should get a permanent seat. Why aren't they giving it to Liam? What are they planning? Please don't scare me and my Checo heart. Why can't everyone get a seat? Why did I get into a sport where there are only 20 fucking seats? Why does everyone have to be so lovable?

George. I was thinking about George getting Alex this his seat and I am thankful. That's why George is here on this list today.

The 2nd William seat. Is not a driver but it stresses me out. I don't think that Logan will get it again. I want Mick to get it. Please give me your opinions. Who will get the 2nd Williams seat next season?

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #japanese gp 2023 #sebastian vettel #alex albon #sergio perez #charles lecrelc #lewis hamilton #lance stroll #lando norris #oscar piastri #valtteri bottas #max verstappen #hulknussen #yuki tsunoda #daniel ricciardo #liam lawson #george russell

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Nana rant time because I've been putting up with some shit at work and I need to vent! (also, I'm still writing requests, I should have enough to queue up for the week once I finish this last one. And then I'll work on more for the following week. I'm trying to have a system and a schedule)

ANYWAY! So my shitty ex was finally terminated from the job that we both worked at. I was so happy, the drama was gone, I felt like I could breathe again! It was amazing! Sure, I had to work by myself three days in a row, but the actual store manager is the coolest and allows me to wear my headphones so I can just get in my zone and get shit done.

Everything is going great, and then I get this message from my work friend/work mom. Her daughter got hired. Now... Her daughter is only 17, so she isn't much help anyway, but on top of that, I've heard some shit about her daughter from her. The way she described her daughter for the past 8 months, this girl seemed like an absolute nightmare.

Queue me internally panicking because I have to work with this kid.

So she works with her mom first, and obviously her mom is going to say "she did great!" ya know, it's her kid and all, I guess she's gotta hype her up in some way. So I'm like, "okay cool, this kid works. Work mom wouldn't lie to me about that."

SO THEN SUNDAY COMES

And this kid comes over to me and says "Are you *Nana?" and me, being the cheerful, happy, super nice person that I am, I'm like "Yeah, hi! How are you?" And she just hits me with a "my mom says I'm better than you."

Like... Okay?? WTF WAS THAT SHIT?! Whatever, I'm just trying to work and not be stressed.

So, I continue trying to be nice to this girl. I buy her an energy drink because she wants one, I'm just trying to be a good person. I let her come out with me during my smoke break... And then she starts spewing some unnecessary family drama to me... Which was really awkward for me because like... I don't know this girl other than what her mother has told me, and I've heard some stories... Some fucking horror stories about this kid. So I just do the awkward smile and nod thing. I'm just trying to enjoy my cigarette before I start frying.

I get back inside after my mini smoke break that was less peaceful than I wanted it to be because this kid would not shut up. I start frying my donuts, and she just SHITS ON ME. Everything I do, she's just criticizing it to the point where I'm about to just throw down my frying sticks and walk the fuck out. Everything I did I was apparently doing it wrong, even though Sunday was only her third fucking day of working.

On top of criticizing my every move basically, she didn't do shit?? How the fuck is she gonna say that her mom said she's better than me when she didn't fucking do anything??? She's allowed to have a 30 minute break while only working 5 hours because she's a minor, but then she just takes it upon herself to take an HOUR break because she needed more time with her boyfriend I guess.

I end up working until almost 1 in the fucking morning on Sunday because the kid literally didn't do ANYTHING.

So then I got to work by myself monday, happy as hell, living the life, got out of work by 10pm because I'm just good like that. I don't need help.

But then I have to work with her on Tuesday. So I go in early. I go in THREE hours earlier than my regular schedule, because on top of being stuck with the worlds most conniving, manipulative, down-right shitty, brat, I also have to make everything that everyone else is too fucking lazy to make. I try to ignore the kid when she does come in, I already started frying, so she has donuts to decorate already and I just assume she's going to stay in her fucking lane and decorate them since she's "so good" at it. But no... She starts trying to glaze. And in the process of trying to glaze, she shits on the glaze I just made because it's "too thick". Like bitch, it's fresh! It's not watered down. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE THICK! FUCK OFF AND GET AWAY FROM MY GLAZER!

I tell her to start decorating. She doesn't want to do that yet because the donuts are too hot. Get good, kid. If you were as good as me, you'd be burning your fingerprints off like I do and filling the fucking donuts. But no. She's a whiny little shit face who doesn't wanna fucking do anything but wants to get paid to stand around and act like she's queen shit just because her mom has been working there for 7 years.

Anywho, I take my little cool down break, which is like 7 minutes tops, just the right amount of time to smoke a ciggy and get back in before my next rack of donuts are done. AND THIS BITCH! She has the nerve to ask ME if she can take another hour break like on Sunday because that was "fun". OF COURSE IT WAS FUN! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO FUCKALL AND YOU STILL GOT PAID AND I GOT STUCK WITH THE WORK. So I told her no, that I didn't want to get in trouble for it, and I didn't want her to get in trouble (because I'm still trying to look out for her for some fuck ass reason), and THIS FUCKING BIIIITCH says "well who's gonna catch me?" ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! THERE'S CAMERAS EVERYWHERE!!! Spoiler alert : She did get caught because her ass tried to take another extended break. Eat shit, kiddo.

I was off work tonight, and her mom texts me and says "She did really good tonight, she filled the marshmallow, she came back in from her break at the right time." OF COURSE SHE DID! SHE'S NOT GONNA DO THAT SHIT IN FRONT OF HER OWN MOTHER! THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT SHE'S A FUCKING BITCH WHEN SHE WORKS WITH ME! I DON'T WANNA WORK WITH HER ANYMORE!

Long story short, I'm about to lose my fucking shit and I still have to work with the worlds laziest, brattiest fucking child and I'm overworked, underappreciated, underpaid, and expected to just put up with constant bullshit by everyone. I can't find a new job fast enough.

#nana rant #if you read this thank you #if you didn't read all of it I don't blame you #i just needed to vent #did you know that you can just refluff marshmallow by putting air in? #I'VE NEVER HEARD SOMETHING SO FUCKING STUPID #that is not a child #that is a gremlin that came up from the deepest sewers and decided to ruin my fucking life

[mackenzielovee]

parenthood blurb: intert

a/n: the pic has nothing to do with the chapter , i just thought it was cute! happy sunday, besties. hope you enjoy <3

warnings: swearing, fighting, slight depictions of anxiety

ambivalence masterlist , parenthood masterlist

     “That’s your sister? Shit.” 

Connor shifts his jaw from side to side as he sits at his lunch table, clenching his fists in his lap as he watches one of his friends stare at Josie. 

“Dibs,” Mason, one of Connor’s friends, calls out. 

“You can’t call dibs, idiot,” Bennett, the original speaker, informs him, “The fresh meat is always fair game. ‘Til you tap it, anyway.”

“Oh, you know I will—”

“That’s enough,” Connor grunts, shoving the remainder of his lunch away from him. 

Bennett laughs, grabbing the chip bag Connor had pushed away and stuffing the food into his mouth. 

“She takes after your mom, huh?”

Connor narrows his eyes, blood boiling in his veins, “Don’t talk about my mom.”

“Dude, come on. You’re so boring. You could get with your little sister’s best friend over there. What’s her name? February? September?”

“April,” Connor corrects, “And, no. She has a boyfriend.”

“So?” Bennett laughs. 

Mason chuckles, looking right at Bennett, “He’s still not over his latest rejection. Ellie’s just a bitch, okay?”

Connor’s eyes narrow, and although his patience is growing thin, he’s just glad they’ve stopped talking about Josie. 

“She’s not a bitch,” Connor counters, “She just wasn’t interested in me.”

Bennett lets out a loud laugh, “Bro, she gave you the you’re a nice guy speech. Everyone knows they say that just to let you down easy. I’m sure she’s fucking some guy in the locker room right about now.”

Connor shakes his head, “She told me she wasn’t seeing anyone.”

This time, Mason and Bennett both laugh, leaving Connor to shrink back in his seat. Over the years, Connor has grown to hate his heart, especially in moments like these. Bennett and Mason are always so hellbent on lying to girls, but Connor has never felt comfortable doing so. Mason and Bennett know how to play all the games in high school; how to flirt, how to get with three different girls in one weekend, and most importantly, how to keep their emotions off somehow, so they don’t feel things the way Connor does. 

“You guys think she was lying?” Connor asks timidly. 

Mason grins, “The football team passes that girl around at parties like their own personal whore. Yeah, she lied.”

Connor winces at the word, and knowing it’s connected to someone as sweet as Ellie, he knows it can’t be true. 

“I don’t buy it,” Connor announces, “And that’s not really a way to talk about a woman.”

Mason snorts, “Well, I’m not selling it. I’m telling you like it is.”

Mason goes quiet after that, which is the exact moment Bennett clears his throat and rises from the table. Connor’s eyes follow his movement, watching as Bennett smirks down at him. 

“I’m gonna go see what Josie’s up to on Friday night,” Bennett announces, grinning when Connor’s jaw clenches, “Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll be a gentleman.”

“Leave her alone, Ben,” Connor warns. 

Bennett laughs and shakes his head, “Aw, are you worried I’m gonna deflower your little sister? That’s if she hasn’t been already. I mean, Noah Smith follows her around like a little lovesick puppy. You think they’re fucking?”

Connor stands, “No. Sit back down and leave her alone.”

Bennett looks to Mason for an answer as to what he should do, to which Mason shrugs, then nods his head in Josie’s direction. 

“Yeah, right,” Bennett scoffs at Connor, “I’ll tell her you say hello.”

“She’ll never fall for it, you know,” Connor calls after him, “She’s smarter than you by about a thousand times.”

Bennett turns back then, and the last thing Connor expects to see on his face is a wicked grin. 

“I don’t have to be smart. She just has to show up to the party. The alcohol will do the rest.”

Before Mason can grab ahold of Connor, he’s out and around the table, hurrying out into the courtyard where Bennett is. He’s fuming; the last comment of Bennett’s bringing bad thoughts to Connor’s mind.

“I said, leave her alone,” Connor repeats. 

Bennett laughs and stops in his tracks, lazily turning around to face him. Connor stutters in his stance, trying his best to look confident and intimidating enough for Bennett to listen. 

“Or what, golden boy? You’re gonna stop me?” Bennett laughs again, “Look, think of it as a test. If your sister’s a whore, she’ll accept a senior’s offer to come to the party. If she takes after her brother, well, she won’t do anything exciting until she’s fifty.”

Connor’s jaw clenches, his chest filling with rage, “Don’t call her that.”

“What?” Bennett smirks, “A whore? You can’t even say it, can you? Cute, Cameron. God, let’s hope your sister’s a fuckin’ slut, otherwise—”

The only thing Connor can think of is Josie. All other logic seems to fly out the window as he hurries over to Bennett, and just as he drops his guard, Connor’s fist connects to his face. 

Bennett stumbles just enough that Connor has a perfect view of Josie, standing beside Noah a few feet away. Her eyes go wide as she realizes what he’d just done, but before either of them can speak, Bennett charges at Connor. 

Connor’s head and back smack against the concrete so hard that his ears start to ring, and he doesn’t even register the following few punches. All he can hear is Josie and Noah. 

“Let go, Noah, I have to help him!”

“No, stay here, I’ll handle it.”

“I don’t need you to handle it, I can handle it.”

“Jo, you could get hurt—”

“I don’t care. Let go.”

Connor finally brings his arms up to protect his face as he regains some strength and sense as to what’s going on. Bennett stands up and kicks Connor right in his rib cage, leading him to cry out and clutch his stomach. 

“Connor!” Josie shouts, “Get away from him, you dick!”

Bennett chuckles, stepping back as he wipes blood from his mouth, “He threw the first punch. I was acting in self defense.”

Connor’s eyes open just enough to see the angry expression on Josie’s face. Noah stands beside her, and for that, Connor is grateful. 

“He may have thrown the first, but I’ll throw the last.”

Bennett has just enough time to smirk before Josie shoves the heel of her hand into his nose, leading to one loud crunch and a gush of blood from Bennett’s face.

“Holy shit,” Noah mutters. 

“Fuck!” Bennett yells, “I think you just broke my fucking nose.”

“I’ll break something else, too, if you don’t get the hell away from us,” she retorts. 

Bennett groans, muttering the word bitch under his breath as he hurries away. Josie sinks to her knees beside Connor, who is still mumbling out incoherent syllables to express his pain.

“Ouch,” he mutters. 

Josie gives him a sad smile, “You okay? Anything broken?”

“Nope,” Connor replies weakly, “Just my ego. Only a little bit.”

She laughs, “You looked like a badass, though. Before he hit you back.”

Connor chuckles and lets Josie and Noah help him to his feet, hoping he doesn’t have any visible bruises his parents might see when he gets home. As the three turn around, ready to get Connor somewhere less visible, they come face to face with an administrator, and that’s when Connor swears. 

“Shit.”

     Connor Cameron is not an expert in disappointing his parents. In fact, he prides himself on the fact that he could count on one hand the number of times he actually has, and even then, it’s limited. 

He and Josie are sitting in the corner of a guidance counselor’s office while Rafe discusses what will happen next with the principal. Connor’s lip finally stopped bleeding, and a bruise begins to form around his left eye, but nobody can see the pain in his chest from being kicked so hard. He’s anxiously shaking his leg up and down, praying Rafe isn’t too upset with him. 

Josie, on the other hand, blows a bubble in her gum and pops it, earning a glare from every adult in the room. 

“Sorry,” she mumbles, resuming her chewing. 

Connor nudges her with his elbow, giving her a look to tell her to knock it off. She shrugs in response, and if Connor thought he was anxious before, the familiar knock on the door tells him differently. 

You slip inside with worry plastered across every inch of your face. You spot Connor and Josie first, sitting beside each other. Rafe and the administrators stop talking when you enter, but you don’t care. You step right over to Connor and tip his chin up, observing his injuries. 

“Are you okay, handsome?” you ask him, keeping your voice low. 

“Yes, Mom, but can I just explain—”

“In a minute,” you promise, “Just relax. You’re getting yourself all worked up. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

Connor nods, “Okay.”

“Josie girl, you okay?” you ask. 

She nods, “I’m good. Not hurt.”

You give her a smile, then turn to Rafe, who stands from his seat. He gives you a raise of the eyebrows and doesn’t sit until you do, grasping your hand in his tightly. 

“The Maybanks want to press charges,” Principal Tucker tells you, “Bennett’s nose is broken.”

“Bullshit,” Rafe replies, “Their little punk son was saying awful things about my daughter. Connor was defending her.”

“Defending her with violence,” Tucker clarifies, “Mr. Cameron, I’m sure you’re well aware of the fact that you can’t punch someone just because they say something you don’t like.”

Rafe scoffs, “It’s more complicated than that and you know it. You’ve never had a disciplinary issue with my son before. He’s a good kid with a solid GPA and a bright future. I’m not letting some asshole with bad intentions ruin that for him.” 

Throughout this conversation and your phone call with Rafe that led you here, you’d been able to piece together what happened. Just as you think you’ve got the events of this afternoon down, Principal Tucker sits back and purses his lips to hide a smile. 

“Mr. Cameron, I think you’ve misunderstood me. The Maybanks aren’t pressing charges against Connor. They’re pressing charges against Josephine.”

Josie’s gum pops again, but this time, it’s an accident out of shock. Connor’s eyes widen as he looks over at his sister, surprise lining her face. 

“Josie?” Rafe questions, clearly confused, “Why the hell would they press charges against my daughter?”

“Um,” Josie speaks quietly, raising her hand as if she has a question, “Dad, I kinda, uh, used the defensive move Uncle Topper taught me.”

You cover your mouth with your hand, picturing Josie standing up for her brother and breaking Bennett Maybank’s nose in the process. Rafe’s tongue pokes at his cheek, trying to prevent his own smile from forming. 

“She broke his nose,” Tucker repeats. 

“He was kicking the shit out of my brother,” Josie snaps back. 

“Language, Jo,” Connor mumbles, elbowing her. 

“All right,” Rafe draws the conversation back in, “What are we supposed to do? How do we de-escalate the situation?”

Tucker sighs, glancing at Josie, “Personally, I think it would go a long way if she apologized.”

“No,” Josie says immediately.

“Josie,” Connor hisses, “If that’s what will keep you out of trouble, you should do it.”

Rafe remains silent and so do you, knowing that look in Rafe’s eye and accepting the fact that he is prepared to handle the situation while you sit and worry about Connor’s eye. 

“Mr. Cameron,” Tucker says, “I really think this would help.”

Without even blinking, Rafe settles his eyes on Josie and gives her a small nod, one that tells her everything she needs to know. 

“I will support whatever my daughter decides is best for her. Although, Principal Tucker, I would like to state that she acted in defense of her brother, who was still being kicked even while he was down, after this boy made remarks about getting her drunk so he could—” Rafe’s voice hitches, and he clenches his jaw before he finishes, “Act inappropriately. Allowing that as an administrator could be pretty detrimental to the reputation of the school, don’t you think?”

Tucker leans forward, “Are you threatening me, Mr. Cameron?”

“Not at all,” Rafe replies, “I just think it's the Maybanks you should have in this office with you right now, not us. We’re taking our children home.”

Rafe stands and you follow suit, tucking your purse over your shoulder and following him toward the door. You wrap your arm around Connor and hold him close while Rafe takes Josie’s hand, leading her out.

The Maybank family sits tall outside Principal Tucker’s office; a bloody washcloth pressed against Bennett’s nose. Rafe clenches his jaw as he takes in JJ, wearing a dress shirt and running a hand through his short, neat hair. He’d married a girl with Kook money and moved to the Eight shortly after, where he underwent all of his changes. He’s a far cry from the drunk kid he once was. 

“Rafe,” JJ greets him bluntly, standing up, “Anything anyone would like to say to each other?”

Principal Tucker stands at the threshold of his office, listening as the two families speak. Josie sucks in a deep breath and squeezes Rafe’s hand, then steals a glance at her brother. 

He’s not tough. She knows this. But, right now, he looks scared. Not for himself, but for her. Personally, Josie could give a fuck less about Bennett Maybank, but she refuses to let Connor lose any sleep over this when he’s the one who jumped up to defend her in the first place. 

Rafe’s eyes grow wide when Josie steps forward, releasing his hand and giving JJ a small smile before she turns to Bennett. 

“I’m really sorry,” she says, surprising herself when it comes out sincere, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. If you want, I could tutor you in Chemistry to make it right. I’m kind of a science whiz, and my brother told me you’re failing.”

Josie wiggles her jaw to hide a smirk as Bennett’s mother gasps beside him. 

“You’re failing?”

Bennett glares at her and Josie shrugs in response, giving him a tight-lipped smile. 

“God,” JJ grunts, “I’m sorry, Josie. We won’t be pressing charges, given that our son clearly hasn’t been honest about much lately.”

Josie flashes him a charming smile, “Thank you, Mr. Maybank. I’m sorry for the trouble. You guys have a nice afternoon.”

Connor perks up beside you, and you cast a knowing glance to Rafe before you turn. Rafe gives JJ a head nod before grabbing Josie’s hand, leading her away from the office. Rafe carries her backpack as they walk to the parking lot, kissing her knuckles. 

“Jo,” Rafe whispers, gaining her attention, “I love you, baby, but you’re not a science whiz.”

Josie grins, “I know that. The Maybank’s don’t.”

Rafe’s grin makes Josie laugh, and he shakes his head as he opens the car door for her to climb inside. Connor’s already seated, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I never told you Bennett was failing Chem,” he mumbles. 

Josie sighs, “I know. Mason told me.”

Connor’s eyebrows furrow as he looks over at her, stealing a glance to their parents to ensure they aren’t listening. 

“When did you talk to Mason?” he hisses. 

“Last week when he dropped by to borrow your laptop. You really shouldn’t lend that out, by the way.”

“Josie,” Connor groans, “I don’t think you should be talking to those guys.”

Josie stares him dead in the eyes, “I don’t think you should, either.”

“Okay,” Rafe’s voice takes over the car as he closes his door, “While there’s nothing quite like the feeling of picking up both of our children from school for fighting, your mother and I both had to leave work for this. So, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to be quiet and reflect on the drive home, and when we get there, you both will take turns calmly explaining to us what happened. Sound good?”

Rafe glances up in the rearview mirror as both of them nod. His gaze holds Josie’s for an extra moment, giving her a small nod of reassurance that he isn’t angry. In return, he gets a smile. 

You turn in your seat and reach for Connor’s hand, smiling when he gives it to you with no hesitation. 

“Do you need anything on the way? We’ll ice your eye at home,” you say. 

He shakes his head, “I’m fine, Mom.”

You squeeze his hand, then let go and turn around in your seat. Rafe takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the same way he’d done with Josie earlier. He starts to drive, reveling in the quiet that overtakes the car. His eyes flicker back to Josie every now and then, checking on her and wondering what could possibly be going on in that head of hers. Rafe wonders how she got to be so strong, even in moments where she’s allowed to show weakness. 

     “No way! You must’ve hit him just right, Jo, that’s amazing. Show me again how you did it.”

Josie grins and makes the motion for Topper again, watching his eyes bulge as the heel of her palm comes up in the air. 

“He was gushing blood,” she tells him, “And he deserved it, too.”

Topper laughs, “Yeah, sounds like it. I’m so proud of you.”

Josie smiles and looks over at Connor, who is shrinking down in his chair. Everyone is sitting around in the Cameron's backyard eating lunch and swimming. Connor, whose eye is still bruised and ribs are still sore, doesn’t like talking about it. He doesn’t want to relive it or explain —again — how he got his ass kicked by someone he called his friend. 

Josie gives him an apologetic smile and sits down beside him, ignoring Topper as he looks over and starts to discuss the fight with Rafe. 

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles to him, “I won’t talk about it anymore.”

Connor sighs, “It doesn’t matter, Jo. You saved the day. You deserve to bask in it a little bit.”

She opens her mouth to speak, to thank him for trying to save her, when Kelce’s voice sounds from the shallow end of the pool.

“Jo! Come over here and tell Aunt Mads what happened.”

She gives Connor a small, shallow smile, then stands up and walks toward them. She passes Noah on her way over, who gives her a smile of his own, which she returns. Noah sucks in a breath as her scent fills his nose, turning over his shoulder to watch her walk away. He plops himself down next to Connor at the table, observing the anti-social look in his eye. 

“Hey, man,” Noah greets him, “How are you?”

Connor shrugs, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Noah glances over Connor’s shoulder and watches as Josie sits down at the edge of the pool with his parents, tucking her legs into the water and laughing with them. He smiles at the image, noticing the weird rhythm his heartbeats maintain as he stares. 

“How stupid did I look? Honestly?”

Noah’s eyes move back over to Connor’s as he furrows his brow, “What? When?”

“When I punched Bennett,” Connor mumbles, “And wound up on the ground.”

Noah scoffs and runs a hand over his head, “Dude, you didn’t look stupid. You were defending your sister. I would’ve done the same if I heard that guy saying that shit about her.”

“You wouldn’t have ended up getting kicked repeatedly in the stomach, though,” Connor reasons.

“Could’ve,” Noah shrugs, “Look. Nobody here is thinking Connor’s stupid for getting laid out on the concrete. They’re thinking how honorable it is that you stepped up to defend your sister. And Josie, I mean, she’s beside herself.”

Connor looks up at him hesitantly, “She told you that?”

Noah chuckles and nods his head. 

“Yeah. She looks up to you, she always has, and the fact that you defended her without thinking twice means a lot to her. And I’ll tell you something I’m sure you already know. That girl’s opinion is worth a lot more than any of ours.”

Connor nods slowly, and when he looks up again at Noah, he sees how Noah’s eyes drift back to Josie. He smiles just as Connor hears Josie’s laugh echo up to the deck, and that’s what drops suspicion into Connor’s brain. 

“Noah,” Connor says gently, “You tried to pull her back. Why?”

Connor knows why. Connor approves of Noah’s actions. But now, with the way Noah’s looking at Josie, well, it’s a look Connor recognizes well. It’s the same look Connor’s father gives Connor’s mother when she’s sitting on the couch or looking at her phone. 

“She could’ve gotten hurt,” Noah answers, his eyes not leaving Josie, “I should’ve known she’d be the one to kick all of their asses. I guess growing up surrounded by boys, she’s learned how to hold her own.”

Connor laughs and so does Noah right as Rafe yells that the burgers are done on the grill. With a handshake and a hug, the boys rise from the table and head down the deck, where they find Rafe pressing you up against the only cool part of the grill, kissing you repeatedly. 

“Seriously?” Topper groans. 

“You’d think after all this time, they’d cool it,” Kelce grunts. 

“I think it’s sweet,” Maddie smiles at you, earning a grin back. 

“Do you?” Kelce raises a brow, “C’mere, then. Move over, Cameron.”

You laugh as Kelce starts to kiss Maddie the same way Rafe was kissing you, and before you know it, all the kids are groaning and demanding this all comes to a halt. Topper grabs his burger and vacates the area immediately, while Josie, Connor and Noah wind up settling together by the pool. 

You stand beside Rafe as everyone gets their food, resting your head on his shoulder as you stare at the three of them. 

“You think the lecture was enough?” you ask him. 

He debates for a moment, “I have no idea. I know we had to give it, but my heart just wasn’t in it. Connor defending her and Josie punching some douchebag who can’t keep it in his pants is fine with me.”

“Rafe, we can’t encourage that,” you remind him. 

“I’m not encouraging it. But I’m not going to tell them they were wrong, either. JJ Maybank’s a prick, so I’m not surprised his son turned out—”

“Rafe,” you sigh, “Let’s let your issues with JJ go, okay?” 

“No. He grabbed your ass.”

“I was sixteen.”

“And I punched the shit out of him,” he reminds you, “So, really, me telling the kids not to do the same is a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”

You sigh, playfully rolling your eyes at him. He grins and wraps his arms around you, leaning down for one more kiss. 

“Sometimes, I wonder if we’re doing the right things,” you admit. 

He nods in understanding, “Me too, sweetheart. But they seem okay, don’t they?”

You scoff, “Connor has a black eye.”

“From keeping his sister safe,” Rafe reasons, “And I bet you anything he’d do exactly what he did all over again.”

“Maybe,” you mumble, “I’m just—”

“Rafe, Y/N, stop making out and come eat,” Scott yells from the deck, waving the two of you over. 

“Go,” Rafe demands softly, giving you one last kiss as he takes the paper plate from your hand, “I’ll make your burger. Get me a beer?”

You nod, rising on your tiptoes and stealing another kiss as he laughs against your mouth. You make your way up to the deck and grab a beer for Rafe, setting it at the empty spot beside you as you join the conversation. Quickly, you glance back at him, finding Josie making her way over to Rafe at the grill. 

“Dad?”

Rafe turns and takes her in; faint smile, shiny eyes, freckles peaking out due to the sun. He gives her a wide grin. 

“Hey, princess. Want me to fix up your plate for you? I made your veggie burger just the way you like it.”

“No, I’m okay,” she gives him a thankful smile, “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t, um, mad.”

Rafe furrows his eyebrows and turns all the way around, forgetting about her food. 

“Why would I be mad?”

Josie shrugs, avoiding his eyes, “I hit someone. And everyone keeps telling me it’s understandable, and I know you told Principal Tucker that you respect my decision, but I just wanted to make sure we’re okay. You and me, I mean.”

Rafe nods, knowing she’s right. The day the fight happened, the conversation had primarily been about Connor and why he started the entire thing. Josie’s part had been covered slightly, but not much considering she’d been defending her brother. Since then, it hadn’t been mentioned much in the house. Connor wants to forget about it, and everyone inside their home respects that. Today, though, filling everyone in, seems to bring it all back up. 

“Look at me,” Rafe says to her, watching as she hesitantly looks up at him, “You and me? We’ll always be okay. Baby, you were defending your brother. And, honestly, yourself. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of how strong you are. But I want you to understand something, too, are you listening?”

Josie swallows, “Yes.”

“You don’t have to be strong like that if you don’t want to be. If you’re upset about what happened, you come to me. I’m not going to judge you.”

Rafe watches as she nods slowly, the look in her eyes telling him just how much that means to her. 

“Thanks, Dad,” she mumbles. 

He gives her a smile, watching as the corners of her lips tip up, “I love you so much, princess. C’mere.”

Josie collapses into his arms, squeezing him as tight as he squeezes her. 

“I love you, too,” she whispers to him. 

“I’m glad to hear that,” Rafe chuckles, “Now, come on. Let's get you some lunch.”

Rafe makes up Josie’s burger, then yours, then his own, and travels up the deck with the two plates in his hand. He settles in beside you, leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek once he’s seated. 

“Need anything?” he asks you. 

You shake your head, eyeing the plate he’d made so perfectly. 

“I’m good,” you smile, “Is she?”

Rafe gives you a shy smile, because of course you’d been watching, he thinks. 

“Yeah, she’s good. She loves me.”

You laugh and so does he, settling his arm along the back of your chair. 

“I love you,” you remind him.

He grins, “I love you, too.”

Scott leans over, narrowing his eyes at the two of you. 

“I love you, three. Now, eat your food and join the conversation. We've been trying to get your attention since your shirtless husband came up here.”

You laugh and look down at the table, mumbling out an apology before Sarah starts to explain what you’ve missed. Rafe listens for a moment, but can’t help his eyes fall down the deck and to the pool, where his greatest love sits with her legs dangling in the water. He smiles as he watches her laugh at something Noah Smith told her, and with a small clench of his jaw at the recognition of the expression on Noah’s face, he turns back to his food to distract himself.

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[khaire-traveler]

Ok, I will try not to talk too much about this on here, since this blog isn't really about this type of content, but I need to nerd out to someone, none of my friends are into this, and this is my main blog, so here we go:

***BALDUR'S GATE 3 SPOILERS AHEAD; READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION***

This is mostly just me needing out and gushing, though, lol.

Ok, ok, so for the past five days, I have been fucking binge playing this game. I literally spent the first day I got it sitting around for, like, seven hours (don't be me, and make sure to get up for breaks if you're gonna do the same thing). I was - and still am - absolutely hooked.

I LOVE this game!!! It's the first DnD based game I've played, especially of this quality (even though my laptop runs it like shit and the lag is killer ☠️). I'm playing on Explorer, so it's been fairly easy and very story-focused. I find the lore so intriguing, and I'm so interested in seeing where the story goes! I haven't seen anything past the camp party after saving Halsin, though, so no spoilers please. 🙏

So, I started off with one playthrough, but I came in with the knowledge that you are able to romance the characters and such. I REALLY wanted to romance Astarion (as most people I see talking about the game lmfao), but my bitch ass just could not get his approval, no matter how hard I tried. It got to the point where he actually made fun of me after we saved Halsin and had the camp party. 😭 I honestly suspect he might've glitched out somehow, since I had read online that people have had similar issues with earning the trust and approval of companions. This definitely bummed me out, but I was still enjoying the game a lot.

Along with that, in my original playthrough, I literally forgot to seek out Lae'zel. I had planned on doing it, but I just didn't know where to go, and by the time I had met Gale, I honestly forgot about finding her because I had to get offline at that point. 💀 I felt really bad about it, and I only went to go look for her after saving Halsin because I was reminded of her, and she had already broken out of the cage and killed the two tieflings who trapped her. I felt so bad that I just left her there on her own all that time. ☠️

After realizing that I wouldn't be able to recruit her until a bit later, I just decided to restart my playthrough on different save files. I figured I'd also at least get a proper chance with Astarion as well (love him so much; he is my meow meow 💕), and all while still playing as the character I took quite literally two hours to make (I was very indecisive about them lol).

So far, the new playthrough has been going very well, and I'm actually pretty happy that I restarted, since I had also apparently missed the scene of Astarion sharing his vampiric nature as well as some very key information from, and about, Lae'zel. I'm only about seven hours in right now, but I feel like I've somehow gotten more done in this playthrough than I did in my original which had something like fifteen hours. I've explored places I didn't even realize existed, picked up a ridiculous amount of loot, and even acquired all the companion characters that I know of in the First Act. It's been extremely successful! Not to mention things with Astarion are going very well. 🥰

Anyway, I've been enjoying this game a lot! This is my first ever time playing it; I didn't have Early Access and hadn't even heard of it until my friend told me about it this past Sunday lol. I'm honestly really glad that I got this game, despite the price of it and the price I had to pay for a new storage drive for my laptop in order to run it. It was certainly lots of money spent, but it was definitely money well spent.

I feel like my perspective on the world around me has changed slightly from playing this game (in a positive way). I feel a lot more curious about things than before, and I'm more inclined to take spontaneous risks which has always been a struggle for me beforehand. I also kind of feel like I can talk to other people a lot easier as well, as strange as that sounds. I play a Bard in the game, so my character has high charisma and stops to talk to other characters a lot, and I'm not really sure why, but seeing my character interact so easily with others has kind of inspired me in a way and helped to make social situations a lot more comfortable for me (I have social anxiety, so talking to people has always been pretty tough). As unusual as it may sound, this game has already changed me in such positive ways as a person, and I can't wait to see what other lessons it may have to teach. ☺️

All of that said, I couldn't recommend Baldur's Gate 3 more! It's genuinely one of those games that I think anyone can pretty much enjoy, and I also appreciate how inclusive it is with gender stuff and queer relationships. The other characters even refer to me with the correct pronouns, despite me never needing to enter my pronouns in! It's a very impressive game, and the graphics are absolutely gorgeous (especially when your laptop isn't absolute shit like mine lmao). Frankly, it's just great!

Of course, being so new, it does have its problems. I've personally experienced lots of lag issues - dialogue and animations won't be in sync, characters taking a long time to go from one location to another, environments not loading in very quickly, etc. I've also had the game crash on me a few times, but I honestly believe it's more related to my laptop than it is to the game, and for the most part, it hasn't caused me too much grief.

Despite its flaws, I personally believe this game is very much worth a play. It's loads of fun, and the characters are pretty charming and entertaining. The storyline is interesting with lots of twists and turns, and if you ever get bored of the mainline quest, there are literally endless sidequests for you to enjoy. Exploration is highly encouraged, and as you explore the realm, your map actually reveals the locations you've been to. Fast travel is also a super great feature, although there are some locations I wish that were on there that aren't, sadly.

Ok, I've...talked a lot, so I'm going to stop now. 😂 Thank you to anyone who actually read all this, and I hope you have fun playing or watching someone else play, if you plan on doing either! Take care. 🧡🪽

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[whatsnewalycat]

Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 9: House of Cards

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Content Tags / CW: angst, swearing, smoking, pining, existential crisis, mental health spiral, attempts at jokes, sexual tension, cheating/infidelity, public indecency, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, fluff, javi yells a little, there's an argument, lotta introspective shit

Series Summary: In 1993, you met Javier Peña in San Antonio. You made an emotional and physical connection with him. Now it's 1998 and you're starting a new chapter of life in Laredo with your fiancé. And who else walks back into the picture, but the man who left you high and dry five years ago.

Chapter Summary: Our heroes go on a nature walk and try to figure out what the fuck they're doing.

Notes: Happy Sunday, friends! Chapter title from "House of Cards" by Radiohead. This song is just *chefs kiss* perfectly fitting. Thank you for reading, I appreciate you! Spotify playlist for this chapter. Cross-posted to AO3 here (UN: glitter_diety). Update weekly on Sundays.

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151 Fir St N, Laredo, TX June 18, 1998

When it’s time to leave and meet Javi at the trailhead, you have to drag yourself out of the house. There’s a familiar nagging voice inside, the doomsday prepper, that’s telling you to just not show. He’ll move on, assume that you’re not interested. Resent you forever and not burden you with all of these fluffy, sugary feelings. The doomsday prepper reminds you that this cotton candy romance is fucked and it will dissolve. Its inevitable. It’s just a matter of when. If you go see him, you’ll be weak. Pliant. You’ll fold if he insists it continue. Instead, you can stay here and be safe. You can be confident that you will not have to crawl into that depressing fucking bunker that leaves you a shell of a human again when he breaks your heart.

Easier that way.

Eventually you’re able to reason with the son of a bitch. You remind them that if you don’t show, chances are Javi is going to come looking for you. And that will be a whole thing. Much more dramatic than just going and explaining to him that it won’t work. The doomsday prepper is appeased when you agree that, absolutely, this is ending today, because you can’t fucking go back to that bunker.

During the drive you smoke a cigarette. And another. Secretly hoping that by some divine miracle, lung cancer takes you out before you get there. The album Doolittle by Pixies is playing in your car, mostly background noise when you’re stuck in your head like this anyway. But then the song ‘Hey’ comes on.

Hey Where have you been? If you go I will surely die We’re chained

You slap the power button on the stereo, a gut reaction to the sharp pain that spreads through your chest. This is the song you listened to on repeat when trying to cope with your life falling apart back in 1993. It brings on a nostalgic brooding so pungent it almost makes you nauseated.

This is all so fucking ridiculous. My life was falling apart because I fucked Javi. Now my life is going to fall apart because I’m not strong enough to stay away from him.

You ponder this for a while, turning it around in your mind and examining it from all angles. Is it “strength” to stay away when he’s what you really want? Or would it take more strength to follow your heart? Are you punishing yourself for seeking something better, when you thought life with Dan was the best it could get for you?

Since there’s no one else in the gravel parking lot when you get there, you release some tension by screaming into your steering wheel at the top of your lungs. Fuck it. Then you get out of the station wagon and pull up the hatchback so you can sit down on the bumper, puffing away on your millionth a cigarette of the day while you wait. Javier pulls in shortly after, parking next to you. He hops out and walks over to you, eyes covered in a pair of brown aviator sunglasses, dressed in his typical attire. You’ve been so preoccupied in your head that you forgot to change out of what you slept in: a baggy Prince t-shirt and black bicycle shorts.

Fucking amazing.

You squint up at him, shading your eyes with your hand, “Well, don’t I feel underdressed.”

“This?” he tugs at his light green button-up shirt and shrugs, “I like your shirt more.”

You stand up and stomp out your cigarette, then pluck it off the ground to throw in a nearby trash can.

The hiking trail winds through lush tall grass, a tree canopy above providing shade from the hot afternoon sun. You walk side-by-side on the path, gravel crunching under your shoes, a chorus of rustling foliage surrounding you. A breeze cools your skin and combs through your hair. Neither of you talk, really, and for once it actually feels… awkward.

The backs of your hands knock up against each other and you let out a nervous laugh as heat spreads across your face. The physical contact shakes loose a few butterflies that flutter around your chest.

Butterflies that need to fuck off if I’m going to stay rational.

Rational. As if you haven’t completely blown past the point of rationality long ago. Arguing with yourself all fucking morning because you desperately want to have a relationship with him. Because, despite your self-protective tendency to keep people at an arm’s length (which has kept you safe and heartbreak free since 1993), you’re drawn to him. And you’re so… so fucking scared. A knot twists your stomach as you try to keep all of your messy thoughts locked behind your mouth. It feels like a dam about to break.

“So…” he starts, slowing down to a stop, “How’re you feeling about everything that happened yesterday?”

You take a few paces before stopping, then put your hands on your hips and throw your head back to look at the sky as if to ask why god why is he asking me? When you turn around you can’t even meet his eyes when you choke out, “I- I can’t…” tears start burning your eyes; you look down at your shoes as a lump forms in your throat. You swallow hard and try to make your voice firm and unwavering, completely fucking failing as you sob, “It can’t happen again.”

You wrap your arms around yourself. Your vision is blurred, but you hear him walking closer. He tilts your chin up and narrows his gaze to meet your bloodshot, watery eyes, “Is that what you want?”

His voice is soft and rumbling, like a thunderstorm across the horizon. You say nothing, just hang your head again.

“No, look at me,” he demands, louder now. You obey and snap your eyes to his, blood racing down to your cunt at the way raises his voice. He asks incredulously, “That’s what you want? You wanna be friends?”

Your face hardens as you nod in response, a little taken aback by his brashness.

A hollow laugh escapes him. He steps back and runs a hand over his mouth, then steps towards you again, even closer now, eyes blazing, “Are you just going to pretend you don’t feel this? That you don’t want this like I do? Don’t bullshit m-”

“What exactly am I supposed to do, Javier?” you spit back, throwing your hands in the air, “I have fucking nothing if I leave Dan.”

The air between you stills, and the dam breaks.

“I don’t have a job, a home, or a dollar to my goddamn name. Are you going to take me in? Huh?” your eyes search his now, daring him. You both know the answer.

“Some broad you barely know? Move in with you? Rely on you until I get my shit together?” He backs up, runs his hand through his hair, takes a deep breath, and says nothing. You regain the ground he retreated, then ask through gritted teeth, tears streaming down your cheeks freely now, “What happens when it’s been a month and you can’t stand the sight of me? I’m back at square one, stuck here with fucking nothing and no one.”

A wrecked sob escapes you, steals all the breathe from your lungs, and shakes your shoulders, then you choke out the biggest reason of all, “What happens when you disappear and break my heart again?”

He puts his hands on his hips and looks at the ground in stunned silence as you work through this wave of grief. You catch your breath, wipe the tears from your face, then go back up the trail the way you came, pushing past him, “That’s what I thought.”

You make it a few yards before he starts walking after you and finally responds, “What if you don’t have to leave him?”

Like a fucking idiot, you stop in your tracks. The doomsday prepper is fucking seething right now. You’re so close to safe. But something braver tells it to fuck off. You turn towards Javier, sniffling, and hugging yourself tightly. He approaches you apprehensively. His eyebrows are drawn together, eyes soft and pleading, shoulders slumped. The words that leave his mouth are ones he’d live to regret, “I don’t care if you stay with him. I- I just want you. We don’t have to end this. I don’t want to end this. Please.”

It’s a terrible idea. In all possible scenarios, it would be a complete shit show. And yet… there’s something pulling you towards him that’s inexplicable. Giving in to your gut feeling, completely ignoring your rational brain, you meet his warm gaze and let the anger drain from you. You squeak, “Really?”

He nods.

You bite your lip, then ask, “What if he finds out?”

“I think he’d have to give a shit about you to notice something was up,” he takes a step closer. The blunt comment makes you wince. His hand runs down the side of your face, “Besides, we can be careful…Maybe no more public restrooms, though.”

“Oh, well, never mind then,” you tell him sarcastically, wiping tears away as you roll your eyes and smirk, “I don’t know if I can go without getting railed in public bathrooms.”

“Oh, really?” he quips, “And what’s your policy on getting railed in uhh-“ his hand leaves (foliage pun) your face to gesture at the surroundings, “nature?”

The cocky smile on his face is irresistible. You lick your lips slowly, just so you can watch his face heat up in reaction. He shifts his weight to one leg and puts his hands on his hips.

You shrug, then turn to look around appraisingly, “Well, what, do you have a blanket we could lay down? Or are you thinking more like… against a tree? How in tune with nature do you want to get?”

When your back is turned, he comes up from behind, and wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck. Your body relaxes back into him. Delicate kisses are laid on the skin he can reach. He sways his hips, rocking you gently from side to side. You inhale the beauty of the moment and try to exhale your reservations about this decision. This stupid, stupid fucking decision.

His lips lay down in the crook of your neck and melt into your skin. A shuddered breath escapes you. You feel his lips curl into a smile before he begins to lick and suck. Instinctively, a hand shoots up to grab the hair at the nape of his neck. Your body breaks out in goosebumps, shivering with delight. His hands wander around your abdomen, fingers trailing across your prickled skin, torturing you.

“Nobody else is out here,” he husks into your ear. You nod, feeling your skin flush at the implication. He hums while his fingers trail up your shirt, drawing circles around your rib cage. You gasp and lean against him more, rolling your head back against his shoulder. He pulls your shirt up, exposing you. A finger brushes against your lip, tracing the curve of your mouth. You take his wrist in your hand and guide his fingers up to your mouth, wrapping your lips around four thick digits. He inhales sharply and takes over, dragging his fingers around the wet cavern as enthusiastic hums emit from your throat.

“Good girl,” he whispers, breath hot against your ear, sending your heartbeat racing. His other hand slides up the slope of your breast, coasting across the hardened nipple. Your hairs stand on end as his forearm crosses your throat so he can lick his thumb. He brings it back to your nipple to strum it gently, turning your hums to whines as you arch your back into his touch.

As he pulls his hand out of your mouth, ribbons of spit trail behind, falling on your chin. The wet fingers skin across your neglected tit, painting circles against your nipple. Not only did it feel exquisite, but the thought that anyone could be going on a hike right now and would come across this obscene display sends shockwaves to your center. He purrs, “I want you to show me how you touch yourself.”

All the blood in your body surges to your cunt upon hearing these words leave his mouth. You gulp, “Ri- right here?”

“Right here,” his deep voice rumbles against your face as he kisses your cheek, down to your jawline, then opens his mouth against your pulse to draw wet, hot circles with his tongue. You gasp and your knees go weak.

Your hand slips under the waistband of your shorts.

He murmurs, “No no, baby girl, I want to see,” then yanks your waistband down to your knees so your vulva is exposed to the filtered sunlight. The swiftness with which he exposes your whole pussy to god and everybody takes your breath away. He opens his jaw and lightly bites your shoulder as he watches you trail your fingernails through your bush.

Groaning, you drag your two fingers flush down your hot wet center, then slide them inside you. His breath hitches when you pull them out and they’re dripping with your slick; you dangle the digits in front of his face and breathe hard, “Clean them for me.”

He seizes your wrist, runs his tongue around and between your fingers, wraps his mouth around them and sucks them enthusiastically, letting quiet moans roll out of his throat. You coo, “Good boy,” which is met with an excited groan. You’re able to turn your head towards him enough to flatten your tongue and lick up his neck before asking, “How do I taste?”

You pull your fingers out of his drooling mouth and start massaging your clit.

“Fucking amazing,” he growls. One hand stays at your tit, teasing and tugging and squeezing; the other lays across your throat, applying enough pressure to set your skin on fire and make you moan. You move your digits faster to catch up with your racing heartbeat, whimpering and gyrating against your fingers. He’s looking down at your filthy display of lust, and he tells you, “You’re so fucking hot,” before grinding your earlobe between his teeth, ripping a sob from your throat.

He releases you from his grasp all at once, throwing you off balance and teetering, until he turns you around and pins you against a tree.

I was kidding when I suggested fucking against a tree, but… I’m not complaining.

He barrages you with greedy kisses, tongue writhing against yours, biting, sucking. You’re gasping for breath by the time he pulls away. He drops to his knees and throws one of your knees over his shoulder. He stops to take a mental image of you. Dripping wet, clit engorged, lips swollen, aching for attention.

He buries his face in your cunt and moans into her. The sound of him lapping at you, while you whine and gasp for air, is so fucking loud in the quiet of the desolate walking trail.

“B- baby- Put your fingers in me, please,” you breathe.

He pulls off of you and looks up into your eyes as he inches one finger inside you, knuckle deep. You pout down at him, rolling your hips forward, seeking the sensation you crave. Your fingers trail down and draw circles around your swollen clit. You’re so close if he would just stop torturing you.

“More,” you whimper, “please I need more.”

He grins up at you and buries two thick fingers as deep as they go, hooks them inside you and starts to fuck you steady.

“Yes yes yesyesyes oh that’s fucking perfect holy shit baby-“ you cry.

Pressure mounts in your center; you start shaking and break out in a sweat, panting and crying. The rhythm you’re using on yourself grows frantic.

“Say my name when you cum,” he husks. You look down meet his eyes, dark and wild, and nod frantically because you can’t spit out anything else before you start to climax.

“Javi- Javi- fuck,” you sob as pleasure crescendos in your body, making you quiver and convulse around his fingers. Your ears start ringing and it feels like you’re made of fucking static, every part of you buzzing happily.

He coos, slowing down but not stopping his thrusting, “So good, ooo that’s so good, holy shit .” When you look down at him, he’s pulling his fingers out, licking your cum off of them. You’re still regulating your breathing when you realize you fucking soaked him. His face, shirt, pants, hand… it’s all drenched. Your face gets flushed with embarrassment.

“How…?” you croak out. He smiles from ear to ear, then lowers your leg off of his shoulder, then pulls your shorts back up while you adjust your shirt and regain your bearings. When he stands up, he kisses so you can taste yourself, sweet and tangy; you deepen the kiss, loving the taste of you on his lips. When he pulls back, he examines your delirious face, smiling boyishly.

“I… do you…” you pull on his belt, bite your lip, “Want me to..?”

He pulls you off of the tree to wrap you in an embrace, his forehead against yours, “You’ve done more than enough, cariño.”

You roll your eyes, “Fine. Maybe later…”

He smirks, then lays a gentle kiss on your lips. Pulling back, he asks, “Do you want to go back to the lot?”

“Yeah… yeah, I need a cigarette,” you nod, then you glance up at Javier, just completely fucking doused in your cum, and start giggling, “and you need a fucking towel or something. I cannot believe that happened.”

“I don’t want a towel,” he scoffs, “That was… incredible. Now I can smell you on me all day.”

Your heart skips a beat. It’s sweet… in a kind of pervy way. He grabs onto your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours as the you walk back the way you came. Something deep inside your soul twitches happily.

When you get back to the vehicles, you and Javier agree that you don’t want to hike and don’t want to go home. In a refusal to compromise, you lay down a blanket in the bed of his truck so the two of you can stretch out and watch the clouds roll across the sky.

“Do you think you’ll ever to go back to being a teacher?” he asks. His hands are tucked under his head. You’re resting on his stomach, feet propped up on the wheel well.

You thrum your fingers against the soft skin of your belly, “Maybe. I guess… it depends on what… you know, happens,” you shift uncomfortably at the implication that you could have a future where you weren’t expected to be a homemaker, and the role Javier could play in that future.

Slow down there, tiger.

“I really do love being a teacher, so probably,” you contemplate while staring up at a wispy cloud, “You know, I’ve been thinking maybe… my purpose in life isn’t a career.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… maybe my job isn’t as central to ‘the thing’ as I thought it was. Maybe it will be… I don’t know, a family, or relationships, you know? Or an awesome new hobby. I don’t know,” you sigh and nuzzle against him.

He looks down at you, “I like that. So I take it you haven’t found ‘the thing’?”

Your brow creases as you frown, “No, not yet. I think… I’m going to try to do things that make me happy, and trust that my path will be revealed. And just… be,” you exhale slowly as the declaration brings you a sense of peace, then look at him, “What about you?”

“I’m starting to think my only purpose is to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong,” he mutters.

“Oh, you mean like in my pussy?” you deadpan. He laughs even though it’s a terrible joke, jiggling your head around, and you grin up at him.

“Yes, exactly like that,” he smiles back, then looks back to the sky. After a brief pause, he clears his throat, “I don’t know what it is, I just… I feel discontent. Aimless.”

You hum in acknowledgment and lift your hand to his chest, rubbing your thumb against him in a comforting gesture. Your head rises and falls slowly as he takes a deep breathe. A yawn escapes you as you say, “This is nice, though.”

“This is perfect.”

“I-“ your heart starts pounding as you realize what you started to say, but sigh and continue anyway, “I’m glad I have you. Makes it less miserable.”

He lifts his head to look at you, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you beam up at him.

“Come here.”

You squirm around until you can cross your forearms on his chest to prop yourself up. He brings one hand out from behind his head to brush hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. A goofy smile spreads across your face, which must be contagious, because he starts smiling, too. He rests his hand against your cheek and ghosts his thumb against your blushing skin. You tip your head forward and nuzzle your nose against his, then lay a tender kiss on his lips.

When you start to pull away, he reigns you back in, parting his lips and kissing you deeper. When he finally pries himself away, he admits, “I’m glad I have you, too. You make me happy.”

—

By the time you get to your house, it’s dark outside. Dan isn’t home, there’s a note on the counter saying he went to the bar with Greg. Which saves you from having to make some kind of excuse as to why you’ve been out hiking for 7 hours.

I think he’d have to give a shit about you to notice something was up.

You make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (very adult), then settle into the living room couch and turn the tv on. Nothing really keeps your attention, though, as your thoughts are infested by Javier. This thing between you is… reckless. Idiotic. But the way his touch sets your body on fire… the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing he wants to see. Maybe it’s worth the risk of ending up in the bunker again.

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Eric x reader pt 2

"YOU WHAT?!" Arlene shouted.

Last night, you'd managed to walk all the way home. You don't know what came over you. You felt strange, so you just walked. Come Saturday morning, you went to go help Arlene at Bellefleur's like you usually did on weekends for some extra cash. But walking home from Shreveport is not what Arlene was shocked about.

"Y/N. You're telling me that you fucked Eric fucking Northman, then just walked away?"

You nodded nonchalantly, "Pretty much, yeah."

Arlene searched your face for more of an answer but you didn't really have one. You lost your patience with her silence, "Well, what was I supposed to do? Oh, why thank you Mr Northman, Mr Vampire King, that was amaaazing." Your voice lost its fake enthusiasm on your last word.

"Well, no, of course not." She put her hands on her waist in frustration, "I don't know what I would've done." She paused, "What was it like? At least tell me that!"

Your mind was cast back to it; when Eric Northman had you bent over a desk. Even the thought of it made your insides tighten. All you could think to say was, "Like nothing I had ever done before."

Both of you laughed, probably due to similar embarrassment.

"Are you gonna go back tonight?" She asked.

You'd be lying if you told her you hadn't been thinking about it. But you'd decided not to. What were you to expect? He'd be so happy to see you? No, this vampire clearly had minimal emotions. Maybe you'd fuck again, but then you'd have to do that awkward exit again. You thought it would be best to just leave it. Count it as the best one night stand and move on.

"Nah, I'm just gonna leave it. I have a feeling Eric Northman isn't exactly the loving type."

"I wouldn't be so sure. He's got a twisted history, that vamp. One of the oldest vampires I know! And I know that he has definitely been in love before."

You had a feeling Arlene was just trying to comfort you, but you didn't really need it. In the end, Eric was just another random to add to your list. Yes, the best random you had ever had, but a random nonetheless. Your thoughts returned to how you'd spend tonight. A relaxing night in, you thought, would be best. A couple movies and a pizza, and maybe some wine. Yes, wine sounded great.

It's now 00:05 on Sunday morning and you've been up watching films and catching up on crappy television. The pizza box was soggy and cold now, but the smell still lingered quite unpleasantly within the living room area of your small home. You yawned as you checked you watch and decided that seeings as Sundays were the day of rest, you could afford to stay awake for a little bit more time. Maybe you'd turn in at 02:00am… that seems like an appropriate time. Turning on an other episode of Friends, you decided, Fuck it, and grabbed the last slice of cold pizza. Of course the door bell rang as soon as your mouth was full, but you got up to answer it anyway.

You opened the door, hiding behind it a little as you only had an over-sized t-shirt and panties on. It was that female vampire from last night.

"Pam, right?" You asked, taking another bite of pizza.

She rolled her eyes and raised her lip in disgust at you, "Invite me in."

"Why should I?" You asked, closing your eyes. Arlene had filled you in on all of the little vampire tricks, and you weren't about to get glamoured by this vampire-bitch. You didn't have to have your eyes open to know she was probably rolling her eyes again, and raising her eyebrow at you.

"Fine, don't." Pam spat as she turned to walk away.

"Okay, bye!" You called out in a mock cheery voice. Just as you went to close the door she ran back at vampire speed and almost begged, "Just let me in."

"I like it when you beg." You teased, finishing off the slice of pizza, "Beg for me, Pam." You knew she was probably going to kill you after this, but it was worth it to see the look of hatred on her face.

"Please, let me the fuck in."

"Well, you said 'please'. Come on in." As you expected, the moment you said those words Pam was at your throat. She hit your head back against the wall and had you dangling again. This time it hurt too much to smile at her, instead you felt your eyes beginning to bulge out of your head and your throat slowly swelling. Gradually you felt yourself losing consciousness. You kicked and punched out at her but Pam wouldn't let go. You had clearly pissed her off more than you had thought. You tried calling out her name, but it was no use. There was nothing you could do, and involuntarily, your body went limp. Pam dropped you. As you hit the floor, you tried to breathe in but you couldn't. Coughing and gagging you tried to regain your breath. Still on the floor you saw Pam walk slowly around the living room and then place herself on your couch.

Pam stared at you for the whole twenty minutes it took you to be able to regain your voice. Before talking to her, you got up to check yourself in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes and a bruised throat is what greeted you in the reflection.

"Fucking hell." You just about said.

"Can't go to work looking like that, huh?" She was now flicking through a magazine that she had taken from your coffee table.

"What?"

"You look shit, hun. What will the customers say when they enter that cute little clothes store and see you looking like that?" Pam didn't take her eyes off the magazine.

"What? How do you- …"

"Hun, I know everything." Pam got up and approached you. Instinctively you backed away from her, not afraid to admit you were afraid. She raised her eyebrow, as usual, looked you up and down and the brought her hand up to your bruised throat. You flinched away, but cold her hand met your neck gently.

"If only…" Pam whispered.

"Excuse me?" You said, genuinely asking her what she said because it was too quiet to hear and you could still hear your heart pumping in your head from when she was strangling you.

"Come with me." Pam said, turning abruptly and heading for the door.

"Er… can I at least change?" You asked, gesturing to your non–existent clothes. Pam looked you up and down again, "No, he'll like to see you like that."

There it was. Eric was summoning you. Again. Internally you were asking yourself why he was doing so, but decided that the more you thought about it, the worse it would get.

"Fine, let's go see the King then. Again." You shrugged and followed Pam out of the door, grabbing your hoodie as you left.

And there it was again, Fangtasia. Pam ran you through the crowd of people, all of whom stared at you in your inappropriate-for-different-reasons attire. She pulled you until you were standing in front of Eric, again.

"You again." You said.

"Y/N." Eric echoed.

"What is it this time?" You asked as Pam walked away, probably rolling her eyes. Eric's eyes locked onto your own, but he gestured to a foot stool on his left, "Sit."

You looked at the tiny chair, "You want me to sit? On that?"

He nodded, his mouth creasing ever so slightly into a smile.

"And if I don't?" You asked.

"I'll tie you down." He stated, balling his hand that was rested on the arm rest up into a fist. Hearing him talk, even so briefly, about bondage turned you on. You tested his arousal, "And if I want you to tie me down?"

Eric's eyes widen subtly, but you saw it. He didn't say anything but gestured once more to the foot stool. This time you obeyed. The seat was literally only inches off the ground so you sat with you legs together, knees pressed up against your chest. You wrapped your arms around your legs and watched the crowd in front of you. You checked your watch, it was now 00:20 and embarrassingly you were getting bored and tired.

Looking up at Eric, you saw him stare our into the crowd with a severe glint in his eye. What was he looking at? Was he just surveying? What is going on?

"So…" You needed to break the ice, "Is this… fun for you?"

He didn't even look down at you, "Are you a child?"

"No… but I am bored." You shrugged your arms in a 'what am I supposed to do?' kind of way. Eric didn't respond. He just continued to stare.

"Can I ask why I'm here?" You just wanted to do something, and decided talking to him, or at least trying to talk to him was your best bet.

"I wanted you here."

Eric just wasn't giving in. You were so confused. Feeling defeated, you went silent again. Your eyes lost the ability to focus and you stared down at the floor in front of you.

After some time, you weren't sure how long, Eric went to get up. He stood in front of you and offered a hand, "I'm bored. Let's go."

Taking his hand to help yourself up you asked, "Where?"

"To tie you up."

Still holding your hand, he led you down from the stage his throne was placed on and through the crowd. They all stared. Some intimidatingly, some in awe. You pulled your t-shirt down to cover yourself but it was really no use. One male vampire with a tattoo on his neck gave you a smirk.

"Eric?"

He only hushed you. You didn't even try to disobey. With this many vampires staring you down, it felt good to have someone to tell you what to do. What felt like hours later of walking through the club, Eric took you through a door and downstairs into a strange looking basement. There were chains and other unidentifiable metal objects hanging from the ceiling and walls.

"Whoa…" You said, a little afraid, "Eric, I'm not going to lie, I'm not totally into all that domming and subbing shit."

"That's fine, I'm not either." He grabbed you, and in an instant turned you around and pinned you against the wall. His chest was pushed up against yours and he held his face only an inch away from yours.

"You won't need to call me master." He kissed your neck, his hand stroking the bruises.

"You won't need my permission to touch me." He nipped at your neck and pulled your hoodie off of you. Your hands grabbed at his shirt by his waist.

"I will not make you wait until you can cum." His massive hands went up your t-shirt. He didn't need to take off any bras because you weren't wearing one. He gently cupped and grabbed at your breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over your nipples in circular motions, making them instantly erect. Your hands found his trouser waist line and you felt your way to his crotch. His erect cock was pushing against trousers so you stroked it. He groaned into your face before his mouth collided with yours. You felt his arms wrap around your body and you raised your own to go around his head. Eric lifted you up and found yourself in a similar position to yesterday with your legs clamped around his body. He groaned into your kiss and walked you somewhere else in the room.

Eric slammed you down hard onto a soft mattress, raising your arms above your head. He had walked you to a bed, the surroundings igniting more excitement inside of you. He stretched himself on all fours over your body and leant forward to tie your wrists together above your head. As he worked at the rope, his neck was outstretched before your face so you pushed yourself up towards him. You traced your tongue up the strained length of his neck, starting from his chest and you heard him grunt. He looked down at you with his molten sapphire eyes and grabbed your face with his hands to kiss you. Your arms were now tightly bound above your head making it hard for you to move but you loved it. Because you couldn't hold him with your hands you wrapped you legs around his body, pulling him down onto you. He almost laughed, a deep primal noise, as he slammed his mouth onto your own. You moaned onto his tongue and broke away with just enough breath to whisper, "Fuck me, Eric."

He didn't waste a second. Taking off his shirt and trousers, he lay between your legs. His hands slid from your knees, down your inner thigh until he placed one hand over your sex. You were already wet with anticipation. You pushed your pelvis up towards his hand for more friction. Eric ripped off your panties and you moaned, loud.

"Please." You whined.

"I did say I wouldn't make you wait, didn't I?"

All you could do was nod. Eric lay his body over you. You could feel his cock lying across your vagina. The friction felt good as he moved gently up and down your body. Eric grabbed your shirt by the collar and ripped. There was now a tear going down the whole of your t-shirt which he had opened to expose your naked body. He went to suck on your nipple as slowly pushed his cock inside of you. You couldn't help but moan his name out loud as he pushed his full length inside. For a while he stayed there, sucking and nipping at your breast. You bucked your hips for movement and he responded by getting up so that he was almost kneeling in front of you. Holding you by the waist he began slamming himself hard into your soaking vagina. Pulling on the restraints, you screamed. With every pound of his cock your insides tightened more and more. You arched your back as you heard Eric grunt as he pumped in and out of you. He pulled out slow, then forcefully rammed himself in. You could feel the pain of his hands gripping your waist so tight but it didn't matter.

"Y/N," He moaned, "you feel so good." He was grunting and thrusting harder and harder. Without any warning he descended upon you so that his entire body was covering yours. Wrapping your legs around him again, you pulled him closer, wanting him to be even further inside. Eric let out a primal groan and you felt the warmth of his breath against your forehead. He was untying your arms and before you knew it, your hands were in his hair. He grunted as you pulled on his blonde locks.

Suddenly he was sitting upright with you on him still, riding him. Moaning, you rolled your hips and he called your name. His cock was now deeper inside you than it had ever been before. You could feel your wetness under your legs, in between your skin and his. As you rode him, his cock pushed you higher and higher. Your insides became tighter and tighter.

"I'm gonna cum!" You screamed, almost ripping out his hair. Eric's arms pull you even closer to his body so that your breasts are pushed up against him. You looked down at him as he smothered your chest with kisses. Your body still rocking up and rock intensely as Eric thrust over and over again, deeper and deeper. At the moment he looked up at you, he winked and your orgasm took over your body. Arching your back away from him, only his arms kept you from falling back onto the bed. Even as you reached your climax, Eric didn't stop. He continued to pump his hard cock into you, faster and faster. Grunting, he pushed your orgasm until you almost had to beg him to stop. But you didn't need to. With one last thrust, you felt Eric tense as he finished inside you. Overwhelmed by the intense sex you just had with Eric Northman, you were completely exhausted and the moment he lay you down onto the bed, you fell asleep.

[buckieduckie2]

I wanna talk about a hyperfixation of mine: a little but of Queer History- W.H. Auden and gay poets

i would like to share with you a little bit of queer history, not super in depth but i want to share it with anyone whos not aware nonetheless (also i have no idea how many people know about this, so if this turns into a "oh everybody knows THAT"... hush. i dont care.

Okay, so a while ago I had to do a project on some poets asigned to me and write a short bio on them, talking about their life and career and things like that. So to get our information, our teacher had us looking in the archives and read a larger biography already written on them.... yeah.

So as I was reading this biography, i came across a part discussing his collaborators and one of the paragraphs mentioned W.H. Auden writing librettos with “Chester Kallman, an American poet and close friend who lived with him for more than 20 years," BITCH be so frrr 💀💀💀

So I read that like and immediately was like, hmm that sounds familiar 😐.... 🤨 but then I read farther into the biography and it said he had a wife and he was also super Christian so i was like... aw gUeSs hEs nOt gAy 😞

So yeah then I had to include a poem if his on the little infographic we were all making so i found one that I really, really liked called "Stop All The Clocks"

Stop All the Clocks

by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Wow that poem is reall beautiful and really, really heartbreaking.

Yeah so I read that poem and immediately noticed the use of He/Him pronouns and thought... thats gay Soooooooo what did I do? I looked up if he was gay or not! And you know what google said? Yeah! He was!

One google search told me more about this man than an official archive with professionals 😐

W.H. Audens lifelong partner was Chester Kallman, and they translated/wrote (?) librettos together <3

Didn't you say he was super Christian tho...

Yeah, I did, and yeah, he was. But guess what? Gay people can be Christians too, and this man managed to do it in the fucking 40s till his death in '73. Albeit this came with many struggles internally, he still lived with Kallman till his death. So yeah, gay people had happy endings back then, even the religious ones :)

He also had some pretty rocking views on religion. Auden, thoughout his younger life, hadn't ever been part of any faith until a trip to Spain... we could get into that but we won't. Anyways, his pretty rocking opinion on religion? Don't force it on children. It's dumb and it brainwashes them cause they can't make the decision themselves. He probably said it better but you get my point.

Also he had a lot of kick-ass political opinions too.

Wait but didn't you say he had a wife?

Yeah but like, what gay man in the last 1084308394 centuries didnt? I mean c'mon.

Anyways so heres where things really start kicking....

W.H. Auden's wife was Erika Mann. Erika Mann was an actress from Germany, and the only reason she married W.H. Auden was so she could get an American passport.

And GUESS WHAT??? She was a lesbian.

MUAHAHAHHAA anyways.

Erika Mann also had a lover named Therese Giehse, a German actress as well who was introduced to John Hampson, an English novelist, via Auden. Hampson and Giehse both married so they could to go to the United States.

Anyways so things got more fun when I found out that Erika's brother was also gay. :DDDDD

His name was Klaus Mann, and he was an openly gay man. I don't want to get into too much detail here though because his life was tragic and there's a hole burning into my stomach because it makes me sad :((((

ANYWAYYSYSYYYYYSSSSS

So yeah! That was my "brief" little dive into W.H. Auden and his mutuals :)))))) I was literally SO greatful that I was asigned W.H. Auden when I started researching him in a little bit more depth because the poets had been assigned at random, so yeah this was really perfect :)

and BRO I LITERALLY COULD NOT IT WAS SO HILARIOUS TO ME- THE MORE AND MORE RESEARCH I DID THE MORE PEOPLE ENDED UP BEING QUEER AND IT WAS JUST SO HILARIOUS IN THE BEST WAY 😭😭😭 i was reeling i was literally so happy

ANYWAYS hope yall enjoyed that <333 hopefully this wasnt all TOO commonly known stuff i hope i taught at least one person something but either way- if you got this far THANKS FOR LISTENING TO ME TALK ABOUT THIS I REALLY LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS ITS TOTALLY A HYPERFIXATION OF MINE

and agh~ can we talk about the amount of queerplatonic and mlm wlw solididarity? i love.

also disclaimer if anyone wants to call me out on my bullshit: yeah Kallman ended his sexual relationship with Auden in 1941 cause of like... a problem with mutual fidelity. they still lived together till death tho and Auden described their relationship as a marriage so shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont wanna go in depth rn 😡

also anyone please tell me if i got something horribly wrong dont be afraid to burst my bubble with the sweet smell of truth

Below the cut: photos of W.H. Auden Chester Kallman

W.H. Auden

W.H. Auden with Chester Kallman

@l0v3c0r3e you better read this or istg 👹

#the last photo is so pretty <3 #even if its not actually chester with auden its still pretty #im pretty sure its auden tho #looks like him #wh auden #chester kallman #erika mann #gay poets #gay history #queer history #gay literature #gay poems #goodness gracious

[demon-blood-youths]

Van Ink Za Tatsu No Harem || Part 14. Airport Battle

Hi guys! Happy Sunday! Here is part 14 for my lovely rp partner @the-silver-peahen-residence. If you haven’t seen the other parts, please do so. It’s wild just like this chapter! This drabble has some grammar errors in it but anyway please enjoy!

Part 10 - Resolution???

Part 11 - Peak of Anger

Part 12 - Head Hunt

Part 13 - On The Hunt: Assault on The Mansion Pt 1

Part 13 - On The Hunt: Assault on The Mansion Pt 2

----- Summary -----

After the assault on the manison and taking down Ray Decham. The next target on the list is Adam Ripper. The team is now on manhunt looking for him before he leaves New York. How will this turn out?!

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------ Four Months Later, The Bar ------

“Holy shit...” The client widen his eyes, hearing the downfall story of Ray Decham.

“Uh-huh.” Hitman puts his cigarette out before taking a sip of his whiskey. “Those are the Six Claws. They turn that poor bastard’s mansion into nothing but a burning heap of rubble in the sea of  blue flames. All that art, gold, jewelry, and money that Decham got? All of it up are in smokes. Gone. They made sure that the man got nothing, only the clothes on his back.” “Did Ray Decham died?” The client gulped.

“Nope. He wasn’t allowed to, he is forced to live with the consequences of his actions.That poor son of a bitch got some broken ribs, parts of his skin were burned, and get this, the man is paralyzed from the waist down because of the spine being broken or fractured. The man is lucky to be alive in a wheelchair. Because of that, he said he saw God and retired after being sent to prison or some shit like that. But I can tell you that man was never the same after that. Nobody knows if he can walk again.” The hitman said. 

“And you know this because???” The client questioned.

“The people who worked for him. The guards. They got injuries too. Scars from that assault on the mansion on that day. Physically and mentally. Some of them don’t remember but the housekeeping staff do. They see the house being burned and Ray Decham getting beaten by the Six Claws. They remember his screams.” The hitman continues, pouring some whiskey for his client as the man is now spooked, “Based on what I heard, the Six Claws are young men. Around high school or college age. Nobody knows but don’t let that fool ya. They are strong on their own. Got powers that nobody can imagine. Together...they can turn a fortress into a house of cards..” Hitman commented. “They tore that man’s mansion apart when looking for him.” 

“Then what about Adam Ripper?” The client asked. “What happened to him?” 

“After being beaten bloody, Decham talked to the police. They made sure that man is able to talk. If he didn’t talk, one of the Six Claws will beat him before getting healed by Ink’s fraction. Any more time he wasted, he gets beaten, gets heal and it starts over...”

“Jesus Christ....” The client cursed. Isn’t that torture?! What the hell?! 

 “Decham finally said where Ripper is. On his way to a private airport at 6pm. One hour. He’s hiding in the city. The Six Claws were on their way there to stop Ripper from flying out of the country.” The hitman continues with his story.

--------- Present.....Office Building ------

“Holy fuck....” Rust begins. That mansion assault. That’s something that everyone is going to be remember. The chat blew up.

“So you got everything, Fosh?” Hellmare said. Fosh nods. “Yeah. Mouse called as she got the entering all the way to the beatdown from every angle. ” Fosh said, worried. “She even told that The Cursed Vixens never done that before. Not sure if Ink wants to see this.“

“I rather not. Ink doesn’t want to see them so upset. She would be wondering if they’re alright.” Ophelia said as she exhausted her in healing that Decham’s wounds. Deku requested that they need Decham to talk so they can find out where Adam Ripper is hiding. Ophelia agrees but after two tries. Akiko steps in and is about to do her usual work making Decham cry out in terror and spilled the beans. 

“Is Ink awake?” Rex asked with concern as he is with the team, coordinating the search. 

“Not yet. She is still resting.” Ophelia said. 

“So that fucker is going to be on his way to the airport??” Navarro growled. “Bastard thinks he can cut and run after what he did.” 

“I don’t think he will get far.” Hellmare said. “Shdwkyz said that those six are on the warpath in tracking Ripper down. Dazai told me the same thing.”

“Yeah, I pull up any private airports and show Dazai. Everyone check and there is no Ripper except for White Plains Private Airport...” Fosh said. 

Kali snickers on the phone as Hellmare has her on speaker. “That freaking Ripper has no idea who he pissed off. If he learns what happened to that other scumbag, he is probably on his way to get away right now.” 

“Mouse sent a drone over there, accompanying the six.” Said Fosh. “Dazai and Kunkida is driving them right now with Shdwkyz, Oblivion, Yuuka.”

“And me!”

“And Kali...” Fosh sighed.

-------- At the White Plains private jet airport -------

“Sir. Ray Decham has been apprehended.” Said a guard. Adam Ripper who is wearing glasses and has a haircut. “Told that man to get out of there. Damn fool.”

“Are we there yet?”

“Yes. We are here.” The operation was failed. Condor and his team has failed. Ray Decham has failed. No matter, he would try again to claim Van Ink The Dragon’s body some another time in near future. Unfortunately for the occult doctor, there is no next time.

They made a stop as the jet is now ready as the crew got everything they needed for departure. Of course, they heard a car smash throught the fenced gates from the distance.

“Sir!”

“Keep them busy!” Adam Ripper hurried himself to the jet. “Get going!” The jet is leaving.

The six came out of the car and approached. The guards brandish their guns and aim at the six. However Joker is quick and fires his gun, knocking the some of guards’ guns of their hands.

Next, Atsushi rushes at them and took some of them down with his tiger fists. Bakugo and Midoriya went past, going for the jet. Bakugo is the first in line and yells at the pilot now rolling onto the tarmac as the jet is about to take flight. 

The pilot looks at Bakugo.

“HEY! YOU DAMN EXTRA, PULL OVER!” Bakugo shouted at him, startling the pilot as the pro-hero had that murderous expression on his face. “Uh...sir!”

Then he hears a click as he felt something metal pressed against the back of his head.. “Don’t...” Ripper said. “Take flight. Now.” He said sternly. 

“Y-yes sir!” The pilot cried.

Seeing this, Bakugo growls at Ripper putting a gun at someone’s head. Bastard. The pilot is an innocent person and the last thing he hates is people getting hurt. So Bakugo then sees Denji, Rin and Atsushi on foot running towards the jet. Bakugo lands onto the wing and holds on it while Midoriya is running. 

“Damnit! I’m going to cut it!” Rin said, unsheathing his sword.

“Don’t! There’s people inside. The pilot and the crew!” Midoriya said.

“But how are we going to make the flight stay grounded?!” Rin yelled. 

“Hey! Tiger guy!” It’s Denji getting Atsushi’s attention. “Yeah?!” Atsushi yelled.

“Give me a leg up! I’m going to cut up the engine!” Said Denji as he pulls the cord. 

“Right!” Atsushi nods. Whatever his idea is, Denji has some kind of plan. Atsushi gives Denji a leg up and launches him towards the plane. Towards the engine. Denji went into Chainsaw Devil and enters the engine. The engine explodes when Denji jumped into it. 

“What the-” Kunkida stared in disbelief as he and Dazai are watching from this distance. 

“Woah! It looks like a good death! Going into the engine like that!” Dazai said happily. Denji rolls across the tarmac through the engine. “HAHAHAHAHA! I GOT ONE DOWN!”Denji laughs as he swings his chainsaw arms. 

“Nice going, Denji!” Midoriya exclaimed as the plane is now going down. Bakugo propels himself near the engine and does a AP shot, hitting engine down. Inside the plane, the plane was going down and Ripper slides down across the plane and hits his back against the wall. The hell?!

The legs of the plane begin to break thanks to Rin’s quick sword slashes. Midoriya uses Float and his Black Whips to make the plane come down safely by wrapping around the wings. With his feet on the ground, he goes to pull the plane so it won’t enter the water. Rin wraps his arms around the green hero’s waist, giving him a strength boost thanks to his demonic strength followed by Atsushi and his tiger strength as well. The three pull on Midoriya’s black whips to make the plane grounded and stop. The plane skids across the tarmac and stops near the water. 

Now the plane has stopped. The drone has recorded all of that. Now it’s time to enter the plane. But first! 

“It’s over, Ripper!” Midoriya yelled so Adam Ripper can heard, “Turn yourself in!”

---- Inside the plane -----

Adam Ripper growled. He won’t be stopped like this. He needs to take some of the crew hostage. But then he hears something tear both in the cockpit and behind the plane then something come in as purple smoke fills the plane . Atsushi got the cabin attendants out of the plane and Rin got the pilot out of the cockpit leaving Adam Ripper by himself.

Shit! Now what?! Then he felt something on top of him not before feeling his limbs being rendered immobile. He sees black whips as he sees glowing green eyes from the smoke. The smoke went away and soon what revealed to be a green-haired teenager in a green costume. 

“Like I said, it’s over, Ripper.” Midoriya said firmly making Adam Ripper gritting his teeth. 

------ The bar -----

“Wait...that’s it? It sounds like Adam Ripper got arrested without a hassle.” Said the client.

“Not really. The idiot tried to resist by using his power to get away. Let’s say he didn’t get far away and he got it way worse than Decham because of his sick reputation of cutting people alive on the operating table.” Said the hitman.

“His power?” He asked.

“Apparently, he can change his hands into blades and he can turn his nose into a blade like a freaking swordfish. That’s what he is called Ripper. Just a nickname. He tried to escape the plane and tries to run on foot and the Six Claws were ready for him. I heard one throw him out of the plane and the others ganged up on him when he tried to fight back.” 

----- On the Tarmac -----

“Damn you!” Adam Ripper said he deflects the bullets from Joker’s gun as the thief fires upon him non-stop. The bullets hit his legs. Then He got punched in the face by Atsushi and he felt a slash on his back as Atsushi claws his back with his tiger claws before he does a spinning kick at his side, kicking him.

Ripper growls by swiping his blade claws Atsushi but his fingers got sliced by Denji’s chainsaws as the chainsaw devil roars before kicking him in the chest. Then felt a slash at he felt a burn on his legs. It’s Rin then he stabs his sword,  Kurikara into the ground and performs a Satan Bomb which creates explosions in the ground sending Ripper flying into the air.  

Bakugo is above him then performs Explode-A-Pult, grabbing Ripper’s arm with one hand and then in mid-air using his explosion quirk with his free arm to propel himself in a spinning motion. The spinning motion looks relentless. As Bakugo spins himself and his target with explosions. With enough momentum, he throws his opponent back into the ground. Hard. 

Adam Ripper hits the ground Then he got kicked by Joker and was sent flying before something hit him again which is Midoriya’s Air Force, sending him onto the tarmac once more. The boys’ attacks were coordinated and it seems to hit on target. The villain Adam Ripper didn’t stand a chance. It’s like Ripper turn into a punching bag. 

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“Shouldn’t we do something??” Kunkida looking at Shdwkyz as they are watching the fight. Kali is there too, sitting on top of the car and watching this with glee, drinking a milkshake. Kali scoffs, “Why should we? It’s 6 against one asshole! That guy is getting what he deserved.” 

“Not going to argue there.” Yuuka added while Oblivion is eating chips much to her bewilderment. 

Dazai chuckles. “Agreed. This is the first time we seen Atsushi get up so riled up. Besides...they’re fine!” 

“Honestly...” Kunkida sighs. “I-”

“I know what you’re thinking but forget it. You feel it too, didn’t you? Those guys won’t stop till Ripper gives up or in the ground.” Shdwkyz said. As much as he wants to slash or rather murder Ripper for starting this whole damn thing and hurting his leader, Ink. This punishment is fitting for Ripper and his crimes. He had to give this to Oblivion and Navarro. This is indeed Ink’s harem. 

“Yeah...” Yuuka chuckled nervously. For the first time, Yuuka never see Midoriya and Bakugo fight like this. Their moves is reserved for the worst villains and truthfully, Adam Ripper is the worst villain ever.

“Gotta say...I never seen team attacks all at once!” Kali grins making Yuuka sigh. 

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Ripper roars at them as they are surrounding. “Fucking brats! Once I kill you, you’re all going to be on my operating table!” He inserts a injection into him, regenerating his blade claws and some of his wounds. “You ruined my plans in claiming the dragon’s body!”

Dragon’s body?! Is he talking about Ink?!

“What are you planning to do to Ink?!” Atsushi demanded with a growl.

Ripper laughs, “Van Ink The Dragon is a special one! I am following her exploits in New York and Japan. Her power is exceptional and I must learn about it. Her power shows signs of evolving after watching her battles. She would serve as a purpose for my experiments! If I got the dragon’s body, I can unlock some secrets in my research and make riches from it. Maybe immortality!” Ripper said, looking insane. 

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So that’s the motive. Not surprised. Dazai thought. Too bad he confess to his crime to the six people who cared deeply about Ink. He is going to get his just desserts. 

 What an idiot. Shdwkyz thought.

Baka. Yuuka thought. Adam Ripper has no idea that he just pissed the boys off. 

‘Hahahahahaha! This is great! That guy is so fucking dead.’ Kali laughed in her head.

‘Uh-huh. He’s screwed...’ Oblivion thought.

‘This is going to be a quite report.’ Kunkida sighed.

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“You bastard...” Rin said as he unleashes a Satan Slash, a blue flame power wave at Ripper who jumps away. “And I won’t let you six ruin my plans!” Ripper yelled.

“DIE!” Bakugo does an AP shot at Ripper which he easily dodges. Now that bastard is getting fast because of that injection.  Right now, he is getting piled on by the six. 

Bakugo does a Stun Grenade blinding Ripper giving Joker and Atsushi the opportunity to hit him together in the fury of gunshots, kicks and punches. Joker backs Atsushi up with his gun while Atsushi is beating him down. He got shot in the legs once more to disable and his ribs are being fractured, almost broken. 

Right away, Atsushi and Joker pulls away as Rin comes in and is quickly delivering slashes at him. Adam Ripper is getting teared up there are bloody gashes on his body. Midoriya then attacks Ripper with his kicks by activating Fa Jin, hitting Ripper at the chest and his blade nose, now broken due to the kintec energy which increases with repeating movement. Adam Ripper is staggering in the ground, now stunned. And finally...Denji roars and sprints at Adam Ripper. Ripper came to his senses and brings up one of his arms to deflect his chainsaw only to have his right arm cut off as blood spills across the tarmac.

The boys widen their eyes at this in shock. Yuuka and Kunkida’s jaws dropped while Shdwkyz and Oblivion widen their eyes and Dazai and Kali went “Wow!” as they didn’t expect that Ripper screams in pain as blood spills out from his shoulder.

“Dumbass Derp-Face! Don’t go cutting his arm off! Are you trying to kill him?!” Bakugo shouted walking over to Denji. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He jabs his finger at Denji’s chest. 

Huh. It seems like Bakugo wants Ripper alive and pay for his crimes. That’s an improvement. Yuuka and Shdwkyz thought.

 “Save some for me! I WANNA GET MORE HITS AT THIS SHITHEAD!” Bakugo yelled. 

Actually, they take that back. Bakugo wants to beat this villain battered and bloody. 

“Hah?! The hell?!” Denji yelled at Bakugo, waving his chainsaw arms around. “Fucking shithead deserved it. We gotta end this asshole with his arm off or something! He keeps moving around like a damn frog!” 

“A frog?! The fuck! That’s because we’re beating the shit out of you, you dumb EXTRA!” Bakugo retorted. 

“You guys....” Atsushi sighed while Ren pushes his mask up while Midoriya is in shock and Rin made a deadpanned expression with his arms cross while Bakugo and Denji are arguing. Midoriya is out of it when hearing Ripper yelling in pain.

“AH! It fucking hurts! YOU SHIT PUNKS!” Ripper yells as he is on the ground, rolling around holding his severed arm as blood pools under him while his severed arm is feet away from him. 

“Looks like we won...” Ren said, lowering his gun. Rin growls as he sheathes his sword, “I want to hit him more too. I am willing to cut his legs off.” 

“AHHHH!” Ripper keeps yelling.

Atsushi looks down at Ripper and shakes his head. “I agree with you but it’s better for him to face his crimes and be put away for prison. That said...we need to keep him alive. ” Atsushi looks over to Midoriya sharing the sentiment. “As a hero, it wouldn’t be right for him to die. We can’t decide that, only the courts here will. Ink wouldn’t want us to murder someone. It’s wrong.”

The boys agreed making Bakugo and Denji groaned but they agree as well. 

“So...how are we going to save his sorry ass before he dies of blood loss?” Bakugo said. 

“We need to tend to the wound so no more blood will come out and we need to put pressure onto it.” Atsushi said.

“Agreed. But how should we do it?” Ren said. 

“To do that, we have to treat the wound and to seal off the blood vessels. So we have to cauterize.” Atsushi said as he thinks. making Midoriya blinked as he had an idea. 

“Rin...can you use your sword to bring out blue flames to the wound. Blue flames are powerful enough. If we do that, we can cauterize the wound and have Ripper treated!” Midoriya asked to which Rin blinks then gets what Midoriya is saying to which he nods, “Yeah sure. I can use Kurikara to bring out flames and manipulating them. We just need to hold him down.” Rin sighed while nodding. 

“Got it.” Midoriya said as he and Atsushi approached. Ripper sees this and tries to crawl away. “NO! Don’t you dare!! STEP AWAY FROM ME!!’ 

“Relax! We’re trying to save your ass! Now hold still damnit!” Rin said. The next minutes were agonizing for Adam Ripper  as Atsushi and Midoriya hold Ripper down while Rin cauterizing the wound with his sword while everyone watched. 

------- The bar, Four Months Later -----

“Hold up. They what?!” The client can’t believe what he just heard with his eyes widen to the size of saucers. Yeah...Adam Ripper got the worst of it. The hitman wasn’t kidding. Holy shit.

“Yep. They have to burn the large wound to stop the bleeding, cauterizing the wound with some blue flames or something. There is no anesthesia or anything so you can imagine how that is like. It’s so bad that he fainted. The jet crew who got rescued heard the man’s screams when he is being treated.” Said the hitman making the client get the chills while holding his right arm. Yeah...he can’t imagine the pain alright. The client had to swing of his whiskey and drinks it down. He goes to pour another glass for himself just to process this whole story.

“The guy lost a freaking arm and they want to save him by doing that?! Jesus....it’s better to let the guy died at this point. Are these pro-heroes or what?!” The client exclaimed. 

“My guess they don’t want to be in trouble with the law so better to have him live and answer for his crimes. Or rather make an example of him for us to learn. Not to mess with Van Ink The Dragon.” The hitman stated firmly. 

“So Decham is paralyzed and Ripper has only his left arm.” Said the client making the hitman nods, “I heard his right arm is used in evidence from previous cases during the trail so he got sentenced to a life without parole.” Said hitman. The client drinks his whiskey glass as he now having second thoughts now.

“What if we go after one of-”

“Forget it. That’s out of the question too. You target one of the Six Claws. Not only, you deal with the other five. You’re going to deal with Van Ink The Dragon and the dragon’s fraction yourself too. You will be screwed if you try that shit. I heard the dragon isn’t that merciful if her men got hurt. The dragon is loyal to them and vice versa. They got each other’s back. One idiot try that and he got a huge scar on his body and his leg cut off. Hell....this guy was some rich bachelor. Heard it’s a woman or something. She and her shitty family were ruined to the point where they lost a lot of money and some of the family went to jail. Father, mother, cousin and brother involved. I don’t know all the details..”

“Oh....” The client slumps his shoulders. At that point....

“Maybe you’re right. I should just take the loss and go to another place, probably start again or something.” Said the client, accepting the loss now.

“Good call.” The hitman said. 

And so the legend of the Six Claws are now known throughout the criminal underworld and nobody will dare mess with them. Nobody knows their identities or their powers. All they know if you mess with the dragon, you get the claws! Those one who tried that are never the same again.

Of course, Ink and the boys has no idea!!!

------ The hospital, present----

“And that’s that.” Shdwkyz said as he return to the hospital. He meets with Navarro. “Everyone involved in the attack got arrested.” Shdwkyz informs. “Dazai and Eraserhead are gathering evidence for the DA so those scum will go to jail.”

“Good. Also Ink is sleeping. Dr. Yasno said that she will wake up at any time.” Said Navarro.

“Good. There is one last thing to do.” Shdwkyz said.

“One last thing?” Navarro repeated.

“Yes. And you know what that is. An apology....” Shdwkyz stated making Navarro gulped a little. Yeah...he almost forgot about that. Shit. Time to get those guys together.

To be continued....

#ic #Van Ink Za Tatsu No Harem|| Drabble #vaninkthedragon #the-silver-peahen-residence ( The Greenette Power Hero - Deku - Izuku Midoriya ) #the-silver-peahen-residence ( The Explosive Hero - Dynamight - Katsuki Bakugo ) #the-silver-peahen-residence ( The WereTiger Detective of ADA - Atsushi Nakajima ) #thesilverpeahenresidence ( The Son of Satan - Rin Okumura ) #the-silver-peahen-residence ( The Leader of the Phantom Thieves - Joker The Wild Card - Ren Amamiya ) #thesilverpeahenresidence ( The Chainsaw Man - Denji )

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FIRST OF AWLLLL hey twin🤭🤭 second of all what the actual fuck did i just READ. first we have yn and hee being all lovey dovey and my heart literally shattering at the my mom sent me you two line like that hit way too hard to home cuz i found enhypen directly after i lost my dad and they’re like a safe place to me now so like wow got me tearing up at 7 am on a random sunday and i just love their bond sm :(( they’re just so cute like their love idk how to describe it it’s so pure gentle and just so lovely and adorable like that’s the type of love that lasts even after life and continues going strong in heaven too ykwim so like i’m fr fr manifesting this w my future lover (minus all the angst) which speaking OF istg if sunghoon doesn’t take the news well or smth i will lose it and WHERE THE FUCK DID RATMIN COME FROM??? 😐😐 didn’t that bitch DISAPPEAR? i thought her ass skidaddled but I FR FR DONT GET HER MOTIVE 😭 like girl wHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT???? does she fr fr want hee or smth. like okay quick talk about girls who like boys that are CLEARLY taken you ain’t shit first of all second of all if you fr fr liked the guy and prioritised HIM instead of you aka his HAPPINESS you wouldn’t try to strip him away from smth that CLEARLY makes him happy let alone someone that he’s IN LOVE with just to satisfy your own ego pleasure and needs because you’re selfish unaware and a fucking pick me and a bitch as well like literally FUCK OFF let hee and yn be HAPPY theyve both went through so fucking much let them BE GIRL DAMN 😐😐 like u fr aint shit if u seriously think that making sunghoon know and snitching on their relationship will suddenly turn you into an angel in hee’s eyes if ur intentions drive sunghoon to making yn and hee break up. NO 🙅‍♀️ youll just be a bigger bitch in everyone’s eyes than the one you already are BUT ❗️ i don’t think she or sunghoon would be able to do that cuz we got jay and jake knowing about this and ning too i know she can fight a bitch if she wants to AND she has back up cuz i will literally bury that sumin bitch with my own HANDS but still ning doesn’t have to go that far one look into sunghoon’s eyes and holding his face going “sunghoon this isn’t you 🥺 this isn’t you baby look at me 🥺 this isn’t the sunghoon that we all know and love🥺” and boom world peace has been achieved. sorry for how horrendously long this was but i suddenly have the desperate urge to get in prison because of assault and battery (sumin) but aNYWHO even if we’re gonna endure 10 more chapters of angst it better have a good ending please 🙏🏼 moving on sending u so so so much love & hugs zadie i’m glad u enjoy my rants sm just as much as i like to spill all my thoughts into rants 😭 love you so much <33 take care of urself & ur health baby !! <3 (& pls i might seriously take up the deutsch offer cuz i’m so obsessed w the language but there are barely any resources on learning it online 😭 i learn better from watching videos so i’m literally watching gumball yelling in deutsch for like an hour a day and idk about the progress yet 💔 but anywho turkish is better anyways 🙄 [i suck at it too])

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BFIWNFLEMF BABYYYY THE WAY YOUR ASKS NEVER FAIL TO MAKE MY DAY LIKE :((( i lit always get comfy and sit down to read them because i love to read your thoughts 🥺🥺🥺🩷🧸 tysm for taking the time out of your day to send me these you have no idea what these mean to me and i hope you have the bestest of days my sweet love 🩷🩷🩷 and pls my offer always stands, just ask and you shall receive, i'd lit make up a new language for you if i could 💔😔

(still giggling and kicking my feet about this ask like this is lit whats going on in my brain before while and after writing a chapter 😭😭🩷)

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