#ben can't eat anymore!! let's talk about that!

[timewillpasssoon]

hiii can you write a joost x female reader angst? they argue, he yells/says some mean stuff but it ends in fluff? 🫶

HOW COULD YOU?

pairing . Joost Klein x fem!reader

content . angst, the dutch in this is from google translate so if its bad lmk, mentions of yelling, insults, stress, alcohol, eurovision disqualification, fluff at the end

summary . when joost urges you to leave the house on a cold night, he starts to regret not opening up to you in the first place.

word count . 1.2k words , 6.5k characters

author's note . quick question, are y'all interested in nsfw? just wondering, if so send some ask.

You and Joost stood in the middle of the living room, tension crackling in the air, geting thicker and thicker as time passes by. His words cut through you like a knife, each one sharper than the last. For the past hour you've been trying to get Joost to eat and open up.. He would turn away and say he's not hungry. He'll say he's not hurting. He lies through his teeth, he was hungry and in pain, desperate need of help. So why doesn't he want it You? You tried to get him to open up to you, but you just couldn't. Everytime an attempt was made, he would slightly raise his voice.

Then finally, he yelled, his voice rising in frustration. Your eyes welled up with tears as you tried to hold back your own anger. "I'm your girlfriend, liefde! I'm here when you need someone to lean on!" You wanted to scream it out, yet it came out as a whisper, your voice cracking with emotion. He scoffed, his anger still beneath the surface.

"Well I don't need you! I am perfectly fine, there is nothing we need to talk about!"

"Can you atleast eat!?"

"For crying out loud I'm not hungry! Just stop being such a bitch."

The argument escalated, each word a dagger aimed at your heart. Joost's voice echoed off the walls, the last word hanging on your brain.

"You just don't get it, do you?" You looked at him in the eyes, rage and empathy were the only two things you could feel. "You clearly are in pain because of the disqualification! Just talk to me- we've been dating for 2 years, for crying out loud! Yet you still can't tell me your problems? Wat een man ben jij." (What a man you are.)

"You can't keep pretending like everything's okay when it's not!" Tears stung your eyes as you struggled to find what words to say.

"I thought we could work through this together." You uttered out, your voice trembling. Joost shook his head. "I don't know if we can," he admitted. He looked down, slowly then turning to the front door. "You should go."

You shake your head, words can't come out your mouth. Your tongue is tied together and you don't know if you can untie it. "Joost- please."

"I said get out. Ik wil je niet zien." (I don't want to see you.)

Your heart was throbbing so fast it felt louder than him,.Joost is staring at the front door then turns to you, red puffy eyes with baby tears coming out from both eyes. His blonde hair was a mess. It was covering most of his eyes but you can still see the pain in them.

"Prima." (Fine.) You take big steps yet they feel like your still miles away from your destination. You go to open the front door, "I hope you come to your senses."

Those were the last words he heard from you. Before you walked out. It's been two hours since you left his house...

and frankly, he's scared. He kicked you out in the middle of the night. It was eight pm when he demanded you to leave and with each second goes by, its past ten.

He calls you, he leaves voicemails, texts messages.

Still nothing. Checked social media and there was still nada.

God he felt awful, the worst boyfriend in the world. All of this happened because he didn't want to cry in your arms. He really did want to let loose, reveal that everything is not okay.

Yet he couldn't.

He didn't want to burden you with his problems anymore. Joost felt like he had too much baggage no one wanted to hear. He thought that everyone wants his happy-go-lucky side. You jusy wanted his true self. The Joost that is willing to tell you his feelings.

He decided to call one of your friends that happened to live by the neighborhood.

"Hello?"

"Is reader with you?"

The other line was quite crispy, Joost can hear a tv in the background, sounded like laughter in the back, maybe a comedy.

"No, why? Is everything alright?"

Joost sighed, fidgeting with a stand of hair. "No, me and her got into a fight and I made her leave- I haven't heard from her!" He exclaimed.

"Woah, woah, deep breaths." The friend on the line said, "Don't you have her location? Check if she's near the area, I'll stay on the line while you do that."

Joost quickly checked his phone to see if you turned off your location. You didn't, you forgot to. "She's in the nearest bar!" The friend hummed. "Go to her, she only drinks when she's stressed the hell out."

"Thank you so much," Joost happened to be crying again, quickly grabbing his keys and jacket. "No problem, get get her." The friend hung up on him as he raced to your location, being around eight minutes away if he ran the whole way.

He bolted as fast as he could, petrified about your safety. Where if you're black out drunk or not.

Pacing to the bar, precious seconds going by, he finally made it. it was one of the least popular bars near so there wasn't any hassle to get in. As he walked inside, he saw a women with the same color hair as you. Your head down on the table with around two shot glasses, there was three more earlier, the bartender just took them.

He sped-walked towards you, careful and still just incase you were still mad at him. He tapped you on your shoulder, but you didn't raise your head up.

"Ik heb een vriendje." (I have a boyfriend.) Was all you said. "I know." Joost calmly answered, his accent triggered you to lift your head up.

"Joost?" He nodded as he sat down next to you, his hand reaching for yours. You didn't push away his hand, as much as you wanted to, you knew he was in pain.

"Why are you here?" You softly say. You'll like to say you ignored him but you couldn't. You were certainly mad at him, but he had his reasons of sheltering himself away. So you listened instead of scolding.

"Reader, I'm so sorry- I didn't want to bother you with my problems. I feel like I just have too much going on for you to care." You felt destroyed at the thought of Joost think you don't care for him. Joost was rubbing circles on your palms.

He continued, "Can we go home, I would rather we talk there."

You smile at the chance of him opening up. You immediately say yes, standing up to leave. All your drinks were already paid for.

As the quiet, yet comfortable, walk back home he held you tight. Clinging onto your left arm for dear life. He still felt guilty for leaving you.

All alone in the streets. You told him it wasn't a big deal, that you could protect yourself. Yet the feeling guilt was still there, on his tongue. The taste was horrid.

Joost unlocked the door, letting you step inside first before closing the door behind him. That's where you engulfed him in a huge hug. Tears coming back for the fourth time.

That night ended with a deep conversation, with cuddles on the couch along with some ice cream half way eaten.

"I appreciate you having the courage to tell me all this."

You muttered your sentence out, about to knock out cold, your body longed for sleep but you kept awake for a bit while.

"I should thank you."

He smiled, tugging you closer to him. You can feel his hot breath breezing though the right side of your neck.

The warmth of each other's bodies made you two warm. You still weren't ready to give up on him.

You'll never give up on him.

LETSGOO FINISHED THIS IN 3 HOURS!! part 2 of let me think... is in the works don't worry, i have two other requests on the way as well.

im okay with nsfw requests, even if its a bit spicy or all the way. check out my other account!!

#joost klein #joost x reader #joost klein x you #joost klein x reader #joost klein fluff #joost klein fanfiction #joost klein fanfic #Joost angst #justice for joost #joost klein x fem reader

[raythekiller]

i am so obsessed with the way you write the characters cause it seems so perfect ??

my mind is always in the gutter so i wanna ask what kind of kinks you think (pastas of ur choice+ej if u can) have :]

🗒 ❛ Kinks Headcanons ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Hoodie

#Notes: I've tapped a bit into some kinks in the nsfw headcanons posts, but here's a more in-depth look at it. warning for some dub-con stuff

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

DOMINATION

He wants to feel completely in control as he's fucking your brains out. Having you at his mercy, ready to be used how he pleases is a major turn on.

BREATH PLAY

Kinda part of his domination kink, as it helps him feel in control. Having total say in how much you're able to breathe of all things just does it for him.

KNIFE PLAY/BLOOD KINK

Pretty obvious. He wants to cut you up, carve his name on your thigh, lick the blood off your wounds, etc etc.

HUMILIATION

Jeff doesn't do praise. Will call you the most horrible names he can think of while thrusting into you, telling you how much of a whore you are for enjoying it.

Full headcanon post here

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ben Drowned

VOYEURISM

He's a little pervert. Wants to secretly watch you through your computer screen while you pleasure yourself, jerking himself off to the sight of you.

FOOT FETISH

I'm so sorry to say this, but the truth can't be denied. He fantasizes about you stroking his cock with your feet on a daily basis.

CBT

Another one that I hate to say, but it's true. Wants you to step on his dick while wearing heels.

HUMILIATION

Receiving. He knows he's a disgusting pervert and wants you to say that to him, telling him how gross he is while stroking him.

EDGING

Again, receiving. Deny him as many times as you want - he's gonna be crying, begging you to just let him cum already, and he's gonna love every second of it.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

PRAISE KINK

He gets enough humiliation from others in a daily basis. He wants to be told he's loved and doing a good job for once. If you call him a good boy, he's gonna be coming in seconds.

DIRTY TALKING

May not even be considered a kink, but he gets super hard from it. Just whisper sweet nothings in his ear, telling him the things you wanna do to him if you wanna get him all hot and bothered.

(LIGHT) BONDAGE

Giving or receiving. Just loves being or having you completely at his mercy, unable to do anything. Normally uses his own shirts instead of fancy handcuffs or ropes.

PEGGING/FACE SITTING

Here's for my fellow afab's. Loves it when you use his face as your own personal chair or peg him from behind, pulling at his hair. Speaking of:

HAIR PULLING

Receiving. Especially if he's eating you out and you grab at it to make him take you in deeper.

Full headcanon post here

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack

BREEDING

Loves loves loves coming deep inside of you, seeing it drip out of your hole after, having you completely full of him.

MARKING

Will cover you in claw marks and love bites so people know who you belong to.

OVERSTIMULATION

He wants you shaking and crying underneath him until you can't take it anymore.

HELPLESSNESS

Adores knowing that you're so small and powerless beneath him, unable do defend yourself. Not like he plans on intentionally hurting you, but still.

Full headcanon post here

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Masky

DOMINATION

Said it before, but he's a massive dom. Wants to order you around and have you be completely submissive to him.

GAGGING

Adores the sounds you make, but even more so knowing that he's big enough to have you choke on his cock. It feeds into his ego.

HUMILIATION/PRAISE

Similar to Jeff, loves calling you names, but will lace in some compliments and encouragements. ("Taking my cock so well, doll,")

SPANKING

Adores having you writhing beneath him as he's smacking your ass with his belt as well as the little sounds you make.

BEGGING

Wants to hear you pleading for him to even touch you. If you want any pleasure from him at all, you're gonna have to work hard for it.

Full headcanon post here

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Hoodie

CORRUPTION

I have a specific post for this here. Basically, to sumn it up, he wants to make you do dirty things you wouldn't normally do. Even better if he's the first person you have sex with.

MIRROR SEX

He'll fuck you from behind and pull your hair to make you look at the mirror so you can see him pounding into you.

PRAISE

Giving. Will tell you how you're doing such a good job, taking his cock so well.

FILMING

If you're okay with it, he'll want to record you little sessions so he can jack off watching it later when you're away.

BONDAGE

Unlike Toby, he actually has some handcuffs and fancy ropes for it. Loves seeing you all tied up like a little gift for him.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta smut #jeff the killer #jeff the kiler x reader #ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #masky #masky x reader #hoodie #hoodie x reader #ray.writes

[justafriend-ql]

times never let me go said: happy pride! 🏳️‍🌈

(a mostly unserious post made entirely for my own entertainment)

this outfit

2. palm showing up at nueng's house and immediately inducing gay panic with the sluttiest soulmate-coded introduction possible until ourskyy 2

3. nuengdiao's gay little finger pointing (which happens at least 3 times in episode 1)

4. gaslight gatekeep girlboss

5. okay... 👀

6. local boy continues the age-old tradition of falling in love with a twink after seeing him play piano

7. (meeting ben) perhaps gay-on-gay violence is justified sometimes

8. nueng and palm flirt in the backseat. live chanon reaction:

9. update: gay-on-gay violence is definitely justified sometimes

10. phum taking a sec to call palm handsome before breaking a stool over his back (huh i wonder if that might mean anything)

11. okay... 👀 (pt. 2)

12. nuengdiao deciding to get wasted even though he's deathly allergic to alcohol because palm's talking to a girl (we love a messy!gay)

13. nueng standing up for himself when the homophobic principal and ben's dad insinuate that it was wrong for ben and him to kiss and telling them to punish whoever leaked the photo instead

14. "you're an adult now. you can eat whatever you want!!" slay thanks khun tanya :)

15. what if we were both boys... and we kissed on a rooftop at night under ambiguous circumstances... and it was episode 5...

16. our established couple besties wu and david <3

17. "your lips are burning and swollen" okay?? gay ass

18. gay beach wedding. enough said.

19. palm asking "is this how couples kiss?" after eating nueng's face like be fucking for real right now

20. male-male soulmates existing since the dawn of time and being an established part of mythological lore

21. palm: has gay sex one (1) time and immediately gets a tattoo of his lover's name

22. palm's face when nueng says he might confess his love to a woman one day lmaooooo

23. palm and nueng talking about how their mothers gave them the courage to be themselves and confess their love for each other

24. nueng: we need to show uncle kit that he can't mess with us. the plan: serve cunt

25. tanya immediately waking up from her coma when nueng says he wants her to see him with his boyfriend. true ally behavior!

26. WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO EXPRESS IT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

27. message received

28. wow so glad it isn't like that anymore! oh wait...

29. (about to die) time to educate some assholes!!

stopping here because of the (deeply homophobic) 30-image-per-post limit, but feel free to add more below!! happy pride from p'jojo, palmnueng, and co. 🏳️‍🌈

#never let me go #never let me go the series #nlmg #this is what i do with my free time haha please enjoy

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 13

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"Are you ready for Sunday's game?" Ben asked.

"I was born ready" June smiled.

"If you win, the league is yours."

"No way, really?"

"You can't be sarcastic and smile at the same time, Maxwell. It loses all its meaning."

"Shut up and keep cutting that tomato" she said, trying really hard to stop smiling like an idiot. 

She and Ben had kept seeing each other even more often, spending most of her free afternoons and nights at his house since she still shared her flat with John, and they would usually follow the same routine. 

She would buy some food after training, they would cook it together, and then eat it while watching something on tv until one of them fell asleep. Nine times out of ten, that would be June. Since she didn't like driving that late at night, she would stay at Ben's, always in the same room. By now, it felt as if it belonged to her. 

She had some clothes in the closet to get changed, a toothbrush and some creams in the bathroom, an extra blanket on the bed for when she got cold, a phone charger.... And if you asked Ben, he would tell you that it already smelled of her, of that perfume she always wore and that reminded him of his summer holidays in Spain.

In the mornings, and if June didn't have training, they would go out for a walk around the neighborhood before going back home and making breakfast, sitting together once again to eat and just talk, getting to know each other more and more. They weren't seeing the other as June Maxwell and Ben Chilwell anymore. They were just June and Ben. Two friends who occasionally made out.

"Are you doing anything special after the game?" he asked.

"Celebrate" she smirked. 

"And if you don't win?" 

"We are winning, Chilwell. Stop trying to jinx it."

"I'm not trying anything" he said, lifting his hands.

"Careful! You have a knife there!"

"Oh, sorry" he said, putting it down. 

"That was dangerous, Ben."

"I know, I'm sorry" he said, kissing her cheek.

"Being cute won't make me forget that I had a knife next to my eye."

"It wasn’t next to your eye" he laughed.

"That's what you say. You weren't paying attention."

"I'm sorry" he said, kissing her cheek again and hugging her from behind.

"Ben… Stop."

"Why?" he asked, now kissing her neck.

"Because I also have a knife, and you are distracting me."

"Am I?" he said against her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine.

"Ben… please."

"Ok, fine" he chuckled. "But only because that burger smells amazing and I'm famished" he said with a cheeky smile.

"Thank you" June replied, trying to focus on what she was doing and not on how close Ben's body had been to hers, on how he had made her feel. 

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“How does it feel lifting the league trophy, June?” Andrew asked.

“Honestly… best feeling ever” she said, a big smile on her face.

“How are you going to celebrate?”

“I don’t know yet. We may wait until the party on Tuesday with the boys to do something big and celebrate both titles together. But I heard there is pizza in the changing room, so that’s a beginning” she laughed.

“I like how that sounds” Jacob said. “What about you, Chilly? Anything to add?”

“Just congratulations. And behave yourself, Maxwell. I may have gone soft on you this season, but that may not happen on the next one” he smirked.

“I’ll try” she winked, noticing how Ben’s cheeks had turned a shade darker. 

“Ok, I think we can let June go eat that pizza” Andrew chuckled. 

“I think we can, yes” Jacob said. “Enjoy the summer, June. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, guys. You too” she smiled. “And you keep an eye on your phone” she whispered to Ben once her microphone was off. 

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“Are we doing something tomorrow or not?” Vittoria asked.

“I think I’m gonna be too tired, to be honest” Lauren yawned. They were on the bus on their way back to London, most of their teammates taking a nap or just catching up with their families after celebrating at the stadium.

“June?”

“I have plans” she said, her eyes fixed on her phone.

“Plans? With whom?”

“With Chilly, obviously” Lauren chuckled. “Are you taking your relationship to the next base?”

“There is no relationship” June replied, rolling her eyes.

“But whatever you have going on is going to the next base, isn’t it?”

“I would not complain if it happened” she smirked.

“June!” Vittoria laughed.

“What? The last time we met he was touchier than usual and I’ve been horny since then. I need a release.”

“Did she drink anything?” Vittoria asked Lauren. “She had never been this… open about her feelings for him.”

“I don’t have feelings for him.”

“Of course you don’t, June. Of course you don't” Vittoria said.

“Lauren, what is it?” June said, ignoring her other friend.

“Uh?” 

“You are giving me Leah’s judgy look. What is going on inside that head of yours?"

“It’s nothing. I’m just trying to decide when you are going to fuck up things with Chilly” Lauren shrugged.

“Lauren! Don’t be like that” Vittoria said. “This may work out, he may be the one!"

“He might, yes. But we both know June, and she could still ruin it.”

“Love the confidence” June replied. “But he isn’t the one or the love of my life. He is just a friend.”

“Yeah, yeah. A friend you don’t have feelings for and that you want to shag just because you are horny.”

“Exactly” she said, trying to keep all the things she had been feeling for him lately locked in the back of her head. All the times he had made her heart skip a beat with something he had said or with a smile. All the times she had felt funny things on her stomach when he had kissed her, touched her. They were just friends and nothing else, she couldn’t allow herself to think otherwise. It was too scary, and as Lauren said, she would definitely end fucking things up.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[chilly-me-softly]

It's okay until it's not • Ben Chilwell

Sadness brings sad fic. Be aware there's mention of cancer, even if not explicitly the fiction goes around that topic so I'll understand if you don't want to read it. As always though I hope you like it x

She met Ben when her life needed a change, something powerful that would make her feel emotions that she hadn't been allowed to feel until then. He was one of the few people in her new life who knew her story, who had not treated her differently. One of the few, if not the only one, to whom she had shown her medical record. Everything related to one deleterious disease.

Everything was going in the right direction. She had a job, hobbies, a boyfriend, her social life was quite satisfying and her tests were always within the norm. Everything was fine until it wasn't.

She finds herself in his house when she can't pretend anymore, her legs give out and if it weren't for Ben she would also have a nice bruise to remind her of what happened for the next few days. Ben is worried sick, makes her lie on the couch and checks on her every three seconds even though she has been alert since practically the moment afterwards.

She promises him that she'll go and get some tests to make him feel more relaxed, that it's probably just because she hasn't been eating properly in those days. Because the lecture about eating properly is more bearable than admitting that this is not the first time this has happened to her lately. That there could be more to it.

But in the end she goes for a check-up anyway, her doctor immediately books her all the necessary tests once she explains what is happening to her. They are tense days, almost grateful that Ben is out half of them so she can hide behind some texts.

The test results come back not as she expected, her doctor filling her head with data and statistics and treatments and dates that she can't give proper attention to. She takes her time, the doctor talks about timing. She tells Ben  in the end it was just iron deficiency.

"I need to talk to you" Ben understands instantly this is serious, she has been looking at him for hours as if to gather courage to speak but each time she just stands there staring at him. But she has made a decision and it's only fair that he also learns about the situation, to take his due precautions.

"I lied to you. About my test results"

"It's back isn't it?" a tear escapes her control and he tries to wrap his arms around her to comfort her but she stops him, she knows she won't be able to get back on topic otherwise.

"No wait, I need to tell you some things first" he takes her hand, holding it tightly and thus showing her his closeness.

"It's back yes, and before you ask me what the next step will be-- I'm not going to have chemotherapy"

"What do you mean. Is there anything else you can try?" he asks, confusion clear on his face as he tries to take it all in.

"No, there isn't"

"There isn't or you don't want to?" the grip on her hand loses its power, the shock of even asking that question is too much.

"Ben, I don't want to undergo another round of treatment"

"Why?"

"Because it's already taken most of my life away from me and just now when I was getting it back... it's popping up again" her tone is bitter, almost dismissive that this is all happening again.

"No. No (y/n) you can't be serious" while his is incredulous as slowly it all starts to sink in, his wide eyes watching her while shaking his head.

"Ben please, I need you to understand"

"No! How can I?" and then anger, his coping mechanism after he finally understands and can't bring that thought back a second time. "You don't think about me? So I am nothing to you. Our relationship is not that important to you"

"Now you are selfish"

"Selfish, me? You're practically letting yourself die and I'm selfish?"

"You don't know what it's like - she snaps back at him, trying not to hold it against him - You weren't there before, everything I had to go through. The operations, the hospital, chemo, throwing up, all those side effects... it's easy to talk when you don't experience it first hand"

"You could do it. You could beat it again this time" but she is already shaking her head.

"And then what? What would I get out of it?"

"You'd get more time"

"How? And who would give me the assurance that I would be fine? Do you really want to live with the fear that it might come back at any moment exactly as it is now?" but he doesn't answer. "I'm tired Ben"

"So you're just informing me. You're not going to change your mind"

"No" she manages to reply, the lump in her throat signalling the coming of an impending cry that she has been trying to hold back for some time now.

And she doesn't hold back when Ben finally puts some distance between them. He needs time to process it all too, she couldn't hide it from him and knew that if she had left him he wouldn't have let her go so easily without fighting.

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A couple of days later the doorbell rings echoing in the silence of her house, Ben at the door. His face is pale, his eyes sunken, a sign that he's not sleeping as he should and she's sorry to be the cause of it all because she wouldn't want this for him.

She lets him in, there's a bit of awkwardness between the two of them and there hadn't been on their first dates either. She doesn't want to assume his being there is to stay, she waits for him to speak but it's hard to put words in order.

"I've thought about it and I want to be there for you. If that's really your decision, I don't want to waste the remaining time arguing" she hugs him tightly reveling in his scent and his arms holding her tightly.

"That's what I want" she murmurs into the hug and he holds her even tighter to him, even though it hurts to hear that.

Over the next few months they try to act like they don't know about it, it's there in the corner of their heads ready to pop up again at any moment but they do everything they can to keep it from happening. They make it at parties as Ben watches her have fun and joins in, the smile on her lips the thing that makes him feel good the most. They make it when she wears his shirt and cheers for him, clumsily imitating in the dim light of their room an action of the game completely aroused and enraptured by the story, making him laugh until his stomach hurts.

He fails when he enters her house and finds her passed out on the kitchen floor.

"No no no no no (y/n) don't do this to me don't do this to me"

She knew that without treatment sooner or later the time would come when she would struggle more and more to recover. She fooled herself it would come as late as possible but with each passing day she realised something was changing, tiredness had started to take over her life now more times she dozed than she smiled.

"Hey" she quickly realised she's in a hospital bed. And she had always told him not to call for help, she knew if she went into that building she would hardly get out.

"You gave me quite a scare"

"I'm sorry" but she certainly can't scold him at that moment, when with just one look you can tell how scared he is. He is handsome though, she can't help but look at him and study him. "I had a dream about you"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"You'll be fine" it only takes a moment for his eyes to fill with tears.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell imagines #ben chilwell one shot #football imagine #football imagines

[scratchandplaster]

Ben, do you know what hypnotism is? 😈

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Let's say it takes place after this, and Sam is still weirded out.

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"That's when you believe you're sick all the time, right?" 

Sam managed to catch him alone again, a more than tricky endeavor when one's world is limited to a few acres of grass. Only the stupid act of slicing their entire calf open on a rusty nail got them out of work early today.

"No, not even close. And don't argue about semantics: I don't care what he calls it, I care about what exactly he did!"

"I don't know what you're trying to get at." Ben led them towards the water to find shelter from the sun. Under the broad willow's treetop, he stopped, Sam still limping behind him.

"The thing! The thing Shepard did at dinner."

Ben glanced back: "The thing? You really have a way with words."

It was hard to keep balance, especially with the thickly wrapped leg staying suspended in the air, as Sam slid down to sit their back pressed against the tree trunk. The sad attempt at a lunge was interrupted by Ben's well-meaning hand, but quickly slapped away.

"One second you are up and talking to me, and in the next it was like a switch was flipped off. And don't you tell me that wasn't fucking weird."

The last thing they needed was an army of mindless farmers at Shepard's beck and call. Sam considered themself immune, naturally, having studied all the tactics used for recruitment. Still, the unsettling air didn't fade.

"Oh, come on. I was just doing breathwork," Ben deflected. He was rarely getting tired of explaining, though Sam really gave their best to change this fact.

"Don't 'oh, come on' me, you have to be a bit more specific today."

"Huh? I told you about the morning yoga. It's just like that, but for your mind."

"Cool. Great." Sam was jittery, now that running far away from this circus wasn't even an option anymore,  "So he walks around and does that to all of you?"

As horrifying as it seemed, they just struck gold. Literal brainwashing -imagining the view count, the sponsors mauling each other to shreds for the ad space, made them bite down on their lip in a confusing mix of wild excitement and fear.

Ben, as usual, tried to calm their tirade down. Sam's tendency to exaggerate the little details about his life started to become a near daily nuisance.

"Everything you say sounds so dramatic, of course he doesn't. There is nothing he can do without you engaging in it. Or do you see Birdie threatening us to do the Crescent Moon at gunpoint?"

"Whatever," they spit, "even if you're doing it voluntarily…why?"

"It helps me calm down." Ben shrugged and tapped a finger against his temple: "When I have trouble focusing, for example, it sorts out all the thoughts tumbling around up here."

Adderall manages that too. Though Shepard can't grow that shit on a field, can he?

They watched him subconsciously rubbing the thick sleeves of his sweater over his forearms. Despite the sunny conditions, he refused to wear a tee. 

"I know that it looks funny from the outside, but it's like…when someone reads you a bedtime story. Also helps against pain."

Pain was a thing Sam already had enough of, even without Shepard's help. Their calf itched under the gauze.

"So lets say that you're hurt: he tells you that you're not and that's it?"

Ben nodded affirmatively: "Pretty much."

"Be for real-"

"Oh, dear," he kneeled next to Sam, allowing their leg to rest comfortably on his own, "Look, don't tell him I told an outsider private info, but William and Shawn's aunt sometimes ask when the cravings start again, it distracts from the itch. Dad provides an important offer for many here. You don't need to understand, only to accept it."

Cravings? Local man cures binge-eating?! Nothing to snack on around here except dried dates and royal jelly, I would go crazy too.

"I mean, you're on edge all the time. Wouldn't hurt you to give it a try!"

If Shepard Cohen ever dared to test his voodoo shtick on them, Sam swore that his own murder would be the topic of their next episode.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

#tales of arcadia #cult setting #mind control #conditioned whumpee #injury #whump #ask game #thanks for the ask!

[cactus-cactus-cactus]

👀 Favorite scenes from Arc of a Scythe?

>:) yeas lets go babey

THE. THE FORK SCENE. I LOVE THE FORK SCENE. I think Greyson and Morrison fighting is objectively the funniest scenerio ever. I love Morrison's actually deranged plan of becoming a pastry chef to kill this guy and then trying to DO IT WITH HIS BARE HANDS. DUDE. HE WAS EATING THE CHEESECAKE YOU JUST MADE POISON WOULD HAVE BEEN A MUCH BETTER OPTION. I love every Greyson + Thunderhead interaction and I especially love the weird little clues. And I think it's awesome that we got to witness this act of terrible brutality from, like, greyson lol.

Gotta be 53 seconds to sunrise. I think I've demonstrated enough of my shrimp emotions surrounding this scene but like. It's so utterly insane. Makes you see the thunderhead in a whole new light fr.

when citra has to kill ben in the trials and lets him check out the knife and they're talking about the ice cream. holy fuck hholy. fuck. Such a tender and compassionate moment despite her following it up by stabbing him in the gut. It's SO TRAGIC. I weep. Such a beautifully done scene.

The bit in the Tonist attack on Tenka's place where Anastasia and Jeri are trapped. And they need to call the ambudrone and they run through all the possibilities of what to do but it's like Anastasia can't kill jeri because that's a gleaning and she can't self-glean and if jeri kills her they'll be prosecuted and like it DAWNS upon Anastasia (and the reader) what's about to happen but ofc it's too late to stop it and. And. It's made even better by the scene earlier where Tenka jokes about/threatens to glean jeri. GODDDDD this book is not real.

More like a collection of scenes, but the time period where Rowan has to fight against Goddard in Tyger's body and keeps winning so Goddard just keeps killing him and eventually Rowan stops counting because he's just died so many times and he barely registers the pain anymore. That fucked with me so bad.

I CANT PICK JUST ONE so im listing all my honorable mentions: "And the thunderhead screamed," Greyson and purity meeting in LokUp, Purity death scene, Tonist massacre/Volta death scene (also everyone else lol), being introuced to Rowan via Tyger waking up in a hospital bed and seeing that his bestie is there :), Rowan singing to annoy the guards in Goddard's weird little evil palace, Audra Hilliard's death (that shit made me so emotional), coffe shop scene, anything involving Munira. The end.

#aoas #arc of a scythe #scythe spoilers #thunderhead spoilers #the toll spoilers #ty for the ask <3

[bengiyo]

Never Let Me Go Ep 3 Stray Thoughts

Last time, we got to see Nuengdiao apply emotional manipulation against his mother to try and force Palm to spend more time with him, and then assert his position on Chanon to put Palm in the car with them. Palm struggled mightily with the class divide, and I was floored by Tanya not questioning herself as she asked Palm if he was willing to do anything to protect Nuengdiao. Chopper revealed his embarrassing crush on Ben. We also got to see Palm fight. Palm and Nuengdiao are building some kind of rapport on the agreement to call him Mr. Neung.

Nuengdiao is getting more confident about asserting his wants with Chanon.

I really get it when it comes to Chanon, and I hope we learn what pushed him to bring Palm into this.

I do enjoy Pawin, but I do not trust any of his characters lately.

Chimon is playing Ben differently from his other characters I've seen. It's refreshing, even if I'm not certain he can be trusted.

I feel like the space Nueng and Ben were standing in was using recently in another show. Maybe My Only 12%?

Nuengdiao says to not talk about the bodyguard thing, and immediately Ben goes to Palm like, "'Sup, Mr. Bodyguard?" He obviously wants to create more space for himself with Nuengdiao, but is that just for romantic reasons? It's not always fun being this suspicious.

Love them both staring at each other as they dance with someone else. Poor Maggie is determined, but she ain't gonna get it.

Chanon and Palm are using bunk beds? Come on, now. I bet you Chanon insisted on this arrangement.

Flirting over firearms. Okay, boys.

It's honestly incredible how Perth seems to get better in each new production. The Chopper and Nuengdiao interaction felt completely familial even as we watched Chopper choke on his crush on Ben.

Organ and Nat are eating up the scenery. This tension between them is palpable.

Chopper seems quite genuine and kind.

Good news: Phuwin and Pawin can swim properly.

Palm is kind of an enigma, and I don't think he's supposed to be one.

Now they done stole my boy's Dad Necklace.

Of course it was Phum. Can't trust a Pawin character anymore. Still, Pawin is doing a great job.

This fight took me to two different productions. I thought about teen Chiron smashing a chair on the back of his bully, and the way Hira went feral trying to protect Kiyoi.

Of course Palm recovered the Dad Necklace. His reward is the intimacy of putting it back on Nuengdiao.

Next week: Neungdiao attempts to persuade Palm to sleep with him while Chopper encourages Ben to express his feelings to Nueng, which leads to Ben asking to kiss Nuengdiao.

#never let me go #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

[brandnulife]

RWRB Quotes Part 2: Alex & Henry

Henry: Look... I know I owe you an explanation. My behavior was appalling. Alex: Shut up. Stop talking.

Alex: So are you still…? Henry: Like Stonehenge. Alex: Your Royal Hardness. Or Big Ben. Henry: Nelson's Column.

Alex: Okay, here's what we're gonna do. Henry: Yes, tell me. Alex: You're gonna stay at least 500 feet away from me for the rest of the night. Henry: Sensible plan. Alex: I'm not done. Henry: Of course you're not. Alex: Then at midnight, you're gonna come to my room on the second floor of the residence, where I'm going to do some very bad things to you.

Alex: I really thought you hated me. Henry: I hated how good you looked.

Alex: Just to… put it out there… Henry: Yes? Alex: I guess you could say I'm… bisexual. Yeah. Henry: Noted. Ah. Just to put it out there, I am… as gay as a maypole.

Alex: I have no idea what a maypole is. Henry: Maypole. Right. Alex: Are they known for their homosexual tendencies? Henry: Oh, oh, God, yes. Notorious. Notorious for it.

Henry: We just have to keep it very casual, of course. Alex: Oh. Obviously. The press and all. Henry: I just can't afford for you to fall in love with me. Alex: Oh. Henry: Okay, wait a minute. No, that's not what I meant when I… Alex: Get over yourself, Your Majesty. Henry: It's "Your Royal Highness." I don't know how many times I have to tell you that.

Henry: Are you hungry? Alex: Yeah, I could eat.

Alex: There's something I've been dying to ask you. Henry: Which other famous boys have I shagged? Alex: There's two things I've been dying to ask you. Henry: All right, let's start with the first. Alex: Do you have a last name? Henry: Actually, I have several. The official family name is Hanover-Stuart. My father's surname was Fox. So my full name is Henry George Edward James Hanover-Stuart Fox. Alex: And I thought Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz was a mouthful. Henry: He is.

Henry: I was four years old when I realized that everyone in my country knew my name but I would never know theirs. Prince Henry belongs to Britain. Henry Fox has to belong to himself or else… he'll vanish. Alex: Can he ever belong to someone else? Henry: Only momentarily.

Henry: I think we should make love tonight. Alex: Oh. I-I mean, yeah. I'm down. But, I mean, who says "make love" anymore? Are we gonna, like, listen to Lana Del Rey when we do it? Henry: All right, all right.

Alex: It's just… Who's gonna do what? Because I'm… I've never… Oh, my God. I'm so not playing this cool right now. Henry: I went to an English boarding school, dear. Trust me, you're in good hands.

Alex: I can't believe how wrong I was about you. Henry: Most people are.

Henry: Is there any part of you that… wishes you weren't the son of the president? Or that your family wasn't in politics? Alex: I actually wish I could help more. It's gonna be a tough campaign. Henry: You really do love it, don't you? Alex: Yeah, I really do. To devote your life to helping others? To know that what you do has a meaningful impact on people's lives? I know it's my life's work. Henry: Is there any part of you had doubts? Alex: My father was 12 when my abuela brought him and his sister over from Mexico. You may not understand this, but in America, if you're an immigrant with a "Z" in your last name, there's not a lot of people in positions of power that look like you or sound like you. I've been given a chance to be someone in the world that my father didn't see when he was growing up. You can't know what that means. Henry: I'm learning.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb quotes

[bullshit-bulltrue]

☆ hawk talk 8/17/23 ☆

today wasn't the best day per se

um so as i was getting out of the car to go to school i spilled my coffee all over my pants and my fucking DOC MARTENS

but my dad got my water bottle and a towel and wiped em up

and the coffee got on my bag too.. i want to cry bc it's stained

but it gives character so whatever

and like i act like i'm completely fine until i'm out of the view range of my parents and i cussed repeatedly very loud and it was therapeutic

and then uh what else happened

*thinky face*

oh YEAH

so there's like this ledge by the front of the school like a brick wall thingy that goes just above my waist and i put my water bottle and bag there

and then i put my earbuds in and listen to music to keep myself from wanting to die

and then ben walks up to me and i just like blurt out "God i hope i don't smell like coffee" AND IT WAS SO EMBARRASSING BC I DIDN'T MEAN TO SAY IT,, I WAS JUST THINKIJG IT TO MYSELF AND THEN I WAS LIKE FUCK SHIT NO

and he looked so caught off guard 😭😭

and he was like "uhh no"

so then i was like well fuck i can't just ask someone if i smell like coffee and give them no context 😭😭

so then i tell him about my dumbassery and he sees the coffee stain on my thigh and he's like "ohh yikes. but no, you can't smell it"

but like i'm self conscious so i stil sprayed some perfume bc i dont wanna smell like coffee which was 99% creamer because my FUCKING MOM DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO FUCKING DRING THE DAMN BEVERAGE

so yeah i'm making my own coffee from now on fuck her

anyway

a beetle that i thought was a cicada turned out to be,, yk a beetle started flying around my head and i was like "aww it's so pretty" BC IT WAS

LITERALLY LIKE A MIX OF BLUE AND GREENISH AND IT WAS SO COOL

but like ig my face didn't say that?? idk i flinch a lot without meaning to

and he's like "do you want me to kill it?" so like ig my face was scared or smth idk 😭😭

and just for shits and giggles i was like "yeah sure"

AND THIS DORK SERIOUSLY STARTED JUMPING AND TRYING TO CATCH IT

and then after a while he just gave up and let out a sigh that was like yeah fuck that bug

oh and then he offered me some gum ♡

it was Extra: Peppermint

i'm a spearmint girlie but Extra gum is Extra gum, i will never turn it down

and idk if he offered me some out of kindness or if he remembered that mints and mint gum help me with anxiety

and ik for sure my breath didn't smell so it wouldn't be that either

idk i'm trying not to over analyze everything that happens but i am strUggling right now lmao

so anyway we walk into the building and he asked me if i eat the school breakfast (we were coming up to the cafeteria ish)

and i'm like "no i'm not hungry in the mornings" yk, like a liar

and here's how the rest of the interaction went: (m = me, b = ben)

b: really?

m: yeah idk i just don't really pay attention to when i'm hungry i guess? like i don't really notice when my stomach is empty anymore (this was actually the truth)

b: then how do you know when you need to eat?

m: when i get lightheaded.

b: wha- well what if you get lightheaded during class? we aren't allowed to eat during class periods.

m: i eat a mint or sneak some gum

b: *still doesn't understand all the way but sorta gets it*

b: yeah i get that. if the food is bad i just get the juice (talking bout school breakfast) well, see ya later! *goes into the mess hall*

m: yeah, bye!

(that wasn't our entire convo, i'm too lazy to put everything in)

and then i sorta just went into this one little corner to wait until they let us into the hallway buildings

and then i popped my earbuds back in and started to vibe to rock and then i sorta start singing to myself

and then guess what

THAT'S WHEN I REALIZE

HE FUCKING WAS LIKE SAYING "hey let's get breakfast" (again, i was too lazy to type out rhe whole convo and didn't add in vital parts bc laziness and my tummy hurts)

SO I BASICALLY

FUCKING WAS LIKE YEAH NO I'M GOOD

LIKE BRO

IT WOULD'VE BEEN SO MUCH EASIER IF YOU. JUST. ASKED.

but like also i get it so it's not that big of a deal

so right in the middle of my angry posting on tumblr and kicking myself for being oblivious till the last minute,, it turns out HE WAITS IN THE SAME CORNER UNTIL THE STAFF LETS US IN THE HALLWAYS

SO YEAH THAT WAS AWKWARD

CUS I WAS HATING ON MYSELF, SAD OVER MY SPILT COFFEE, CHEWING MY GUM, AND ALSO JAMMING TO A ROCK PLAYLIST

fr hoping he didn't see my emotional roller-coaster that would be hella embarrassing

so yea

and then like him and his friends started playfighting and like bro it was lowkey hilarious

so anyway i go into the building, i get to science

and one of my science projects partners isn't there

so thats fucking great

so the partner that is there, let's call her Emers, does the drawing portion of the project while i did the writing

and yeah

i'm like not going in too much detail bc i have to get this hawk talk done quick bc i have to wake up at 5am tmrw and it's already 11:23pm

and i don't wanna look like a zombie in english bc the people at my table will be facing my sleep deprived bitchy mood

so anyway

i get done with science after a while

and then it's math

i am missing my first 3 assignments and currently have an F <3

so fun 😍

/sarc,, for the dumbasses who just started following me

um nothing interesting happened

oh WAIT

LANIE GOT BACK FROM VISITING FAMILY!! AND WHILE ON HER TRIP SHE STARTED READING MY COPY OF THE OUTSIDERS THAT I LENDED HER !!!!!!!!!!¡!!!!!¡! (i don't care if that was an unreasonable amount of exclamation points, i am happy)

AND I ALSO INITIATED A HUG WITH HER

FUCK THE NO PDA RULE

I'M HUGGING MY FRIEND

FUCK THE AMERICAN EDUCATION SYSTEM

so yeah ♡

and then i had to eat lunch by myself

but then guess who i see?

*suspenseful mid 1950s detective film music starts playing in the background*

i see ben.

i was not happy.

he told me earlier that he didn't have 1st lunch on even days. AND THERE HE WAS. HAVING 1ST LUNCH ON GUESS WHICH DAY? AN EVEN ONE.

and like if you don't want me eating lunch with you and your friends everyday you can literally just say that . like dude there's literally no reason to lie

so then i told my friend rik about it and he's fr such the best hype man cus he was like yeah screw him don't make yourself worry about that shit

and i was like FUCK YEAH

YOU'RE RIGHT MAN

and then lunch ended

and i went to broadcast and wanted to cry and yeah if you saw the other little posts thru out the day you know why and shit lol

too tired to explain

so then science lab!

well the science and science lab rooms are connected so when i was 100% done with my science project essay i went to the science room and i saw ben

and then after asking the science teacher smth i went back to the science lab room

and i sorta just yk sat there being sad for a while bc i have no friends in that class and i started talking to my teacher bc i always sit close to her desk

yes, i am that student. i sit by the teacher, and this is why i have no real friends.

aanYwaUys-

Ben comes in the room and is just like oh i just wanted to see who's here

bitch go do your work

but i acted nice because nobody at school knows that i'm a bitch

and i'm like oh hi!

and then i just listen to my music while i try to take a nap bc my science lab teacher is cool like that

and yeah that's my whole sad day for you guys <3

#☆ hawk talk

[80s-romantic-dreamer]

"Stand by me"

BEEGEES fan fiction

Robin Gibb/Barry Gibb

The story is pure fiction.

Setting time: mid-60s

Recording Studio ·9:00 p.m

"Well, I've had enough! Robin, what the hell is wrong with you? This is the third time you've missed it

Beat it! What's the matter with you tonight?" The sound engineer took off his headphones, ruffled his already mixed hair, frowned and said, "Oh my God, let's take a break."

Vince and Colin exchange glances and look at Robin: he's got his headphones in his hand, he's frowning, he looks preoccupied.

Maurice walked past them, glanced over and said, "He's been like this these days, not eating, listening to records in his room all day." Leave him alone."

Robin doesn't know what's wrong with him. It's like a cloud is hanging over him. He left his headphones and walked out of the studio alone to smoke.

He's been afraid to look at Barry for days. It's as if there's a strange throbbing in the two of them like quicksand, which makes Robin feel wrong, and he reminds himself that this feeling is wrong. However, the more he forgets, the more he is remembered. Robin's dream is always filled with Barry's shadow. In the last dream, Barry and he stood together in the moonlight and hugged.

"That's normal, isn't it? I mean, I love my brother." Robin was talking to a friend about it a few days ago. "I love my brother so much, that's why he appears in my dreams. Isn't that normal?" Robin nervously repeats these words, his voice trembling more and more.

"Possible? I recently met several homosexual people who love their close friends and dream about them a lot."

Robin is falling apart. homosexual? ! Those groups are not even legal in the UK!

"I can't be homosexual! I can't be!" Robin lay awake for several nights, haunted by the thought as a nightmare, his voice hoarse, unable to cry out for mercy.

After several times of doubt and negative mental pressure, Robin went to his mother Barbara to pray for enlightenment, Barbara just touched his face and said softly, "Son, don't worry about unnecessary things."

This does not bring Robin mental relief, but only makes his crumbling spirit more dangerous. After a thousand times of doubt and denial,

Robin was convicted of a felony by the “court”.

He's a homosexual

And he's in love with hisbrother,Barry gibb

The moonlight shines mercilessly on Robin, like a chain.

Soot fell to the ground, followed by sour tears. Robin shakes and cries, clutching the wall with her right hand, bends over and cries, "This shouldn't have happened, this shouldn't have happened."

"Robin, what's wrong with you?" Robin lift and found that Barry looked at him with concern in his eyes and Robib felf mixed feelings in his heart, as if he had been torn apart. He fell to his knees feebly. Barry quickly comes up to help Robin.

"Barry, I have to tell you something." Robin pulls Barry by the collar. "I want you to listen. It's important.

Although Barry is puzzled by Robin's avoidance of him, he whispers, "Robin, my brother, I love you and you can tell me anything, isn't that?"

Robin gathers his courage and says in a voice hoarse from crying, "Barry, i am a homosexual,and I am fucking in love with you!" After a lifetime of courage, Robin looks at Barry and says, "Please! Please forgive me,please. "In the back, his voice gradually drowned by sobs, Robin grabbed Barry's shoulder and began to cry.

Barry stood still, unable to bear the news. They just stood there, and time passed very slowly. After what seemed like a century, Barry finally said, "Robin, you're kidding. But that's not funny, don't ever do that again. "With that, Barry holds Robin tightly in his arms, only to realize that his brother has grown up so much more than he thought, and they're not kids anymore.

This time Robin did not cry, and his small sobs were buried by the night. He realized he had to cherish

This moment; The moonlight shines on these two men who embrace.

The moon that night did not shine in Australia, nor in Manchester. It stopped only briefly for these two.

And the moon is the only light we'll see

No I won't be afraid,oh I won't be afraid

Just as long as you stand, stand by me

Stand by me

#bee gees #maurice gibb #robin gibb #Barry Gibb #Homosexual #fanfic #love #anxious #tragedy #Spotify

[shinyrockalaska]

Hogwarts Mystery characters as quotes from wintergirls

The quotes are either a description or something they would say/think

MC: “What do I want? The answer to that question does not exist.”

Rowan: “I would never be popular. I didn't want to be; I liked being shy. I'd never be the smartest or the hottest or the happiest. By eighth grade you start to figure out your limits.”

Ben: “I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don't want to die.”

Penny: “We were secret sisters with a plan for world domination, potential bubbling around us like champagne.”

Bill: “Be careful what you wish for. There's always a catch.”

Tonks: “Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.”

Tulip: “I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t find her way to the exit. All eyes on me.”

Barnaby: “No, I am never setting foot in this house again, it scares me and makes me sad and I wish you could be a mom whose eyes worked but I don't think you can.”

Andre: “Sometimes being an adult means doing the right thing, even if it's not what you want.”

Charlie: “We are crayons and lunchboxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds.”

Liz: “The word ghost sounds like memory. ”

Jae: “None of the books are worth reading. There are no fairy tales, no faerie tails, no sword-swinging princesses or lightning-throwing gods.”

Badeea: “In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.”

Diego: “You've fallen in love with me. You want to have my babies. We'll get a team of horses and a covered wagon and we'll journey to South America and raise goats.”

Merula: “I can't let me hear this, but it's too late. The facts sneak in and stab me.”

Ismelda: “I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can't see you, not even if you are standing in front of them stomping your feet.”

Talbott: “We’re all afraid to talk about what stares at us from the dark.”

Chiara: “When I was a real girl, my mother fed me her glass dreams one spoonful at a time. ”

Beatrice: “There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.”

Jacob: “There's no point in asking why, even though everybody will. I know why. The harder question is why not?” 

Skye: “I'm angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy or maybe a girl...”

Murphy: “When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie.”

Orion: “Light up the stars in your brain, electrify your body, buckle on your smile, and everybody will love you again.”

Face paint kid: “I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #incorrect hogwarts mystery quoets #incorrect hogwarts mystery book quotes #incorrect hphm quotes #jacob's sibling #rowan khanna #ben copper #penny haywood #bill weasley #nymphadora tonks #tulip karasu #barnaby lee #andre egwu #charlie weasley #liz tuttle #jae kim #badea ali #diego caplan #ismelda murk #merula snyde #talbott winger #beatrice haywood #jacob hphm #orion amari #murphy mcnully #skye parkin #face paint kid #wintergirls

[olivish]

Ben finds a cat, Chapter 2 Continued from here

"My goodness," Wilford marvels, leaning forward in his chair to get a better look. "You have hives. Whatever happened, my dear?"

"You know exactly," Melanie says once they're alone, with a Jackboot guard pulling the big, heavy hatch of Big Alice's engine shut behind him. "You know exactly why I'm here."

Wilford leans back and narrows his eyes. Slowly, he uncrosses his legs and then recrosses them the other way, leaving an obnoxious gap in his bathrobe along the way.

"You know," he decides. "I really don't."

"The cat."

"The cat?"

"Yes. The cat."

"Alright. The cat. Is there something wrong with it?"

"I don't know, Joseph. You tell me."

Wilford frowns and reaches for his morning toddy of earl-grey and bourbon. "Are you suggesting we have a saboteur aboard?"

"Jesus, just tell me. What did you DO to it?"

"Not a thing!" "Really? Because it would not be the first time one of us rigged something to explode on this train."

"YOU did that!"

"And you've been plotting revenge ever since!"

"This is ridiculous. I have no motive whatsoever to do anything to the cat. You're the one who wanted the damn thing in the first place, and you're the one who used it last."

Melanie stares at him for a long time. "Used... what?"

"The CAT!" he yells, exasperated.

"Jesus! Not the Caterpillar manifold! I'm talking about an actual CAT!"

"A cat? Like a cat, cat?" Wilford puts his fingers up on his head to imitate ears.

"Yes!"

Wilford bursts out laughing. It's so sudden he almost spills his tea. "You came here..." he can barely get the words out. "To talk about... SO THAT'S WHERE THE RASH CAME FROM!"

"It's not funny."

Wilford's raucous chortling would seem to prove otherwise. Melanie scratches behind her ear as she waits for him to collect himself. He's pathetic, she thinks. This is probably the most fun he's had since she got back from Breslaur.

"So it wasn't you," she concludes.

"No! For god's sake, Melanie. What did you think I did? Trained a cat as a spy?"

"No, but-"

"Or rigged it to explode? That's your go-to nightmare, isn't it? Remember when you thought baby Alex might be a timebomb?"

"Why can't anyone let that go? It was 15 years ago." "Close, but not quite."

"I was a new mother, I was doing it all by myself-" "You went crazy."

"I didn't go cr--"

"No, you went crazy. It was pure raving madness, Melanie. And to be honest with you, coming from an old friend, as someone who is only trying to help, this cat nonsense is prowling dangerously close to that same territory."

"It is not. A cat is a serious problem, Joseph. A cat is... This is a closed system. Animals don't just magically appear out of nothing. There's something going on on this train that I don't know about. That neither of us knows about, and that may culminate in a serious, existential threat not just to the passengers, but to all of humanity."

"Citizens."

"What?"

"That's what Layton's calls the passenger now. Citizens."

"Whatever. My point is, we have to get to the bottom of this."

Wilford smiles at her with something like fondness. "You grew up on a farm."

"What does that-"

"You had cats on the farm, obviously."

"Obviously."

"You probably even slept with them as a child, right? Lying in the hay, staring up at the stars through the broken slats in the old barn, at least until you were old enough to entertain more interesting company-"

"Your point, Joseph?"

"That you don't have allergies, Melanie." He sips his toddy. "Not to cats, anyway."

"So my rash is a figment of my imagination, is that what you're saying? It's psychosomatic?"

Wilford shrugs. "Something's eating you. Or not eating you. How's Ben, by the way?"

"Okay, this conversation is over. Thank you for exactly nothing, and enjoy your day of staring out the back of my train in your bathrobe."

Melanie concludes with a tight smile as she turns on her heel. Just before she opens the hatch, Wilford issues a slight correction, "It's not your train anymore. It's the People's train."

He can just barely hear Melanie grumble a whatever on her way out the door.

#snowpiercer #asks #i don't know

[explorewithchai]

Pahilumin mga sugat. Di ikaw ang iyong nakaraan

Heal wounds You are not your past.

Typing this while listening to Ben&Ben x Munimuni's song "Sugat." My comfort song when whenever I feel bruised, lost, failed, and on the verge of giving up.

I'm not feeling well today. I don't have any words to describe the uncertainty that I'm feeling. A lot had happened but still, this void and uncertainty found a way to get through me. I've been on a roller coaster ride with my relationship with God. I feel like I only talk to Him when I need Him the most then forget Him when things are easy and convenient.

I don't experience anything bad or sad today but just feel empty. I feel nothing. I refused to go to church because I was lazy. But before my Japan trip, I'd been praying for things to go smoothly, went to church to increase the chance of it, and been praying a lot then. But after my prayer was answered, I forgot (or chose not to?!) to thank God. WHAT A PRIORITY.

I am aware that I'm not okay because all I want to do all day is sleep. I even don't have an appetite and just eat anything I can see in the fridge even if it's not healthy (Eating chocolates for breakfast?!!) I drank 2 coffee and soft drinks but was still sleepy Huhu On times like this, I tried to challenge myself to do differently. On the earliest morning of December 11, 2023, I decided to talk to God. The perfect quietness I need to be with Him alone. I prayed for Him to talk to me by randomly opening a page in my 14-year-old Bible. And this were the page landed that I imagined Him saying to me:

It's like God is saying to me to trust Him entirely. It's like He wants me to know that if I trust Him and follow His will, it will refresh my soul, it will give joy to my heart, and give light to what I'm feeling. What a verse. His words have really struck my heart. He comforted me that there's more to having faith in Him. It's not about following Him, it's about what my being will be if trust Him and His will.

Ever since adulting hit me, I have had this perception that I always need to decide for myself. I always need to be in control. Even if I know I have no control, I'll exhaust myself to find a way to control the uncontrollable. Making me feel that I'm losing myself because I only believe in what I can do and when I can't do it anymore, there's this void. There's this uncertainty about who I am if I cannot do everything or if I cannot find the answer to anything. It's different when you have someone to rely on that you know will be consistent, who is stronger than any being on this earth, and who truly wants you to feel safe and secure. It's different when you are introduced to God.

Lord, thank You for speaking to me today. Thank You for reminding me who You are and what You can do for me as long as I am obedient and faithful to You. I really needed to know this. As I read the continuation of verses, in Psalm 19:11-13: "By your teachings, Lord, I am warned; by obeying them I am greatly rewarded. None of us know our faults. Forgive me when I sin without knowing it. Don't let me do wrong on purpose, Lord, or let sin have control over my life."

#lifelessons #talkswithGod

[siempre-bucky]

the kids thinking you and druig are having another baby would include...

Dad!Druig x Reader

a/n: haven't written for the dad!druig fantasy in a hot minute, here's some fluff

Orla noticed you weren't feeling well, waking up and spending the morning in the bathroom 

"Are you alright?" 

"I'm fine, my love," you groaned, leaning up against the wall "pretty sure it was just the food from the restaurant last night." 

she hummed and let it go 

until it kept happening 

she even overheard you and Druig fondly reminiscing about her and Rory as babies 

did you want another? 

then you complained about your back hurting and headaches on Kingo's plane going to the family reunion 

Orla lowered her magazine, "Are you ok, mom?" there was more suspicion in her voice 

"I'm fine," you repeated, brushing her off much like the last time she asked you 

she walked into her parent's bedroom late one night awake from the jetlag, the both of you fast asleep with Druig rubbing your stomach 

Orla kept it to herself until you turned up your nose at Gil's cooking 

she shoved Rory up against a wall after dinner "Mom's pregnant." 

"What!" Rory shouted, only to have his mouth covered by her hand 

"All the signs are there, mom and dad just haven't said anything." 

Rory was about to have a panic attack, "I'm the baby! She can't do that to me." 

he gathered a fist of fabric over his heart and heaved

Orla huffed, "How do you think I felt?" 

it didn't take long for the family to catch on to Orla's theory 

Gil overheard the kids talking in the hallway 

he told Thena 

who told Sersi 

who then accidentally let it slip to Phastos 

"So," Phastos hummed as he and Druig worked on one of the sheds, "what'd you do with all the baby stuff after the kids?" 

Druig arched a brow and looked over at him

"We donated most of it? Kept a few things for the memories. Do you and Ben need it?" 

Phastos frowned at Druig's shit-eating grin 

everyone was on high alert that night at dinner 

watching your every movement to see how you reacted to the food 

"What's going on with them?" Druig asked in your mind 

"So it's not just me? They keep staring." 

You put your fork down and slid your chair backwards

"Is there something you all know that we don't?" you asked impatiently 

they all nervously denied it, shifting glances at each other 

"You could tell us," Druig sighed, his eyes turning gold, "or I could make you." 

"Is Y/N pregnant?" Thena asked. 

"Pregnant?" you gasped

"Yes." 

"I am not pregnant." 

th room stayed still, Orla hung her head in embarrasment 

"Yes!" Rory shouted happily, raising his fists in the air

You and Druig dragged the kids into the bedroom, sitting them on the bed. "Orla did you really think I was pregnant?" you asked, folding your arms across your chest. The 18 year old nodded sheepishly. 

"You were throwing up in the morning." 

"Food poisioning." 

"You were having boy aches on the plane." 

You hummed, "I always feel that way on airplanes. It may be a private jet but it's still too cramped." 

Orla shifted her gaze to Druig. His face remained neutural, she just hoped he wasn't angry with her. "Are you mad?" she asked. 

"Why would we be mad?" Druig asked, getting down onto his knees, placing his hand on Rory's leg. 

"I just know how hard it was to have us..." 

"Orla, we don't want anymore children," you cut in, sitting next to her on the bed. 

"You don't?" Rory sighed in relief. 

"Orla, you were a missing piece that we felt for thousands of years," you told her, putting a lock of brown hair behind her ear.  

Druig glanced up at Rory's sad expression, "And you, my brave little knight," he sighed, "you completed our family." 

His face instantly brightened, "I did?" 

You hummed and nodded, "We are whole because of you two. What more could we want?" 

#druig x reader #druig x you #druig imagine #druig headcanons #dad!druig #kristi talks about her dad!druig fantasy

[poppy-metal]

so uh,,,,this ended up being alot softer then i was expecting LMAO.

Bully!eren x reader

Cw: not alot, some smut at the end. Tame for me but i was in my FEELINGS okay.

Word count: 2.3k

The familiar sleek black of erens benz pulls up to the side of your house as you walk home from a late night trip to the grocery store, pints of ben & jerrys ice cream in the bags, as well as several other snack items one might munch on to cram for an exam, which is what you planned on doing. 

You side step more onto the sidewalk when he pulls up beside you, still driving just slow enough to match your pace. He rolls down the window, jerking his head, “Just the girl i wanted to see,” he drawls hooking his arm out his window to lean out a little, he grins, “its fate” 

You scrunch your nose up and scoff “Stalking is another word for it, jaeger”. You look him over suspiciously, “you wanted to see me?” 

He rolls his eyes. He’s wearing aviator sunglasses, pushed up his forehead. Loitering in front of your house like this, you’re aware of how different the worlds you live in are. Everything about eren is expensive, from his car to his sunglasses to his clothes, even the way he smells, the cologne he wears, all tells how important he is. Meanwhile here you are in your oversized hoodie and leggings, hands full of stuff you’d bought from the convenience store, prepared to spend your night busting your ass to even stay in the college you had to claw your way to get into, wherein he had gotten in without even trying. You’re not self conscious, at least not usually. You’d never yearned to be apart of erens world too terribly, and it was eren who always sought you out, not the other way around, when there was plenty of rich girls right up his alley and status that would be glad to be with him and yet here he was at 11pm at night. You try to push down the way your heart flutters at that fact.

“Uh huh. Get in the car, bambi, m’taking you somewhere” his teeth are a flash of white against the night, promising trouble, as always. Your grip on your bags tightens, as does your heart in your chest. You glance away, “i have to study” 

“Study?”

Your brows pinch together and you hold up your bags “Not that you’d care, jaeger, but some of us have to actually study to achieve our goals. I can't entertain you tonight, im busy” 

Eren doesn’t look put out in the slightest, glancing down at your bags with casual disinterest“You dont need to study”. And then he looks up at you and meets your eyes, your breath catching, they look closer to the shade of seaglass today. “You’re smarter than anyone i know, ___, and i know alot of people. Whatever you want to pass? You’re already there. Just come with me, please”  

Your eyes widen and your heart spasms in your chest, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. He has moments like this, where he usually teases you and gets under your skin but sometimes he says something that makes everything in you jolt. Its not fair. Its confusing and it messes with your head, makes it fuzzy, weakens you and makes you do things you’d never do with a clear mind.  

You wish you could fight it, wish you could roll your eyes and tell him no and do what you need to do. But you don’t. Huffing you say, “Ugh, fine. Just let me put this stuff up, my ice creams probably already a puddle by now” you turn and rush up to your house, ears burning when you hear him call out, “Thatta girl!” 

You try not to put everything away to hastily, thinking he ought to squirm just a little, but even you can’t deny the eager buzzing under your skin. When you clamber into the passenger seat of his car eren turns to grin at you as he flicks his sunglasses back over his eyes. “Knew you’d see reason, bambi”. You roll your eyes at the nickname, crossing your arms over your chest as you side eye him warily, “where are you taking me jaeger, is this a kidnapping?” 

“Not a kidnapping when you want it, sweetheart”, eren says, putting his arm around the back of your seat as he backs up his car to make a uturn. You dont know if the flustered leap in your chest is from the petname or the way his forearm looks flexing, the cords in his neck prominent as he looks behind him for any oncoming cars. “Just trust me, yeah? You’ll like it” 

You sink in the seat, trying to get away from the warm heat of his arm so close to you, but hes taking it away soon enough, only to draw your attention again to the way his hands look steering the wheel. His hands….You turn to look out the window, opting for silence, because you feel like you’re about to lose your mind. This car is just so..him and its overwhelming your senses. It smells good, it smells like him, his cologne wafting all around you. The sleek interior of his car is crisp, clean, sharp, and just so richboy it feels surreal. You haven’t been in his car before. 

Eren seems okay with the silence though, tapping his finger idly against the wheel as soft music plays from the radio. Its strangely peaceful, actually. Before you know it, the whirring of houses and neighborhoods and highway turns into palm trees and sand. You sit up straighter, coming out of your daze when you realize eren is pulling his car into the sandy bank by a large body of water. The beach. You haven’t had a chance to go here. 

The water looks like black at this time of night, there are no waves, just sparkling dark abyss that stretches out for ages and ages, glittering under the moonlight. There are no other cars parked close to you so its just you, eren, and the sea. 

You spend quite awhile gawking at the ocean before you come to your senses and turn to face eren. He has his elbow propped on the wheel, chewing idly on his thumb as he peers at you from over his sunglasses. A small smile is playing at his lips as he watches you. 

You gape, “What…” 

“You’re cute when you’re excited, you know” his voice is low, dropped in that way that makes your toes curl in your shoes. You ignore the way your heart skips at his words, probing him, “Why did you bring me here, ren?” 

He turns to face forward, flipping the radio off so theres no background noise between the two of you. Taking his sunglasses off the folds them and puts them on the dash, sighing as he watches the ocean from out the windshield, gnawing on his lips. Tap, tap, tap, his fingers on the wheel go as you wait for him to speak. “Last week,” he starts, glancing at you, “When we had to do those presentations in class about places we feel at home..you talked about the library” 

He laughs under his breath like its some kind of endearing joke, shaking his head a little. You dont speak. “The library is where i first saw you, you know? I mean, before all this, before i..talked to you, i noticed you before you ever noticed me.” A small secret smile plays on his lips, “You were reading ‘percy jackson and the lightning thief’, and you haid your hair in pigtails. Your glasses were way to big your face. My first thought was ‘wow she looks like an owl’, but then i saw you laugh at something on the page and my second thought was ‘i want to know her’. We were in middle school.” 

Green eyes connect with yours, “You still go there, i know. But anyway..this is. My place, i guess”. He purses his lips “i figure since i'm always intruding on your little sanctuary , i’d let you see mine” 

You take everything he just said in. He’d known about you, noticed you, since middle school? You hadn’t acknowledged him until sophomore year of highschool, hadn’t spoken to him since senior year, when this tug and pull had first begun between you two. You remembered that day, your mother wouldn't buy you the series so you’d relied on constantly re-reading the books at the library. It was around that time you began to see that place as something special, too. Tucked away from the world, you could lose yourself in another's story. It was like magic. And to realize eren had been there the whole time, had glimpsed that, realized that the library was your special place, that he’d even payed attention to your presentation in class at all in the first place...that he was here, showing you something of himself in return, even though you’d never asked. You’d wondered of course. 

Eren was an enigma, he was on most days, the bane of your existence. He had made your life a living hell on many occasions, but with that, he also made you feel more alive than ever before. He’d dragged you out of your bubble and challenged you to see the world beyond school and books and fiction, he raised your emotions and forced you to experience everything head on. Anger, confusion, happiness, anxiety, thrill, lust and…

You look at him. The way the moonlight curls into the car like a kind of mist, making his eyes look absolutely beautiful. The soft wave to his brown hair, his eyelashes, everything about him made you ache with desire. All the time, even when you swore you hated him, you wanted him. 

“Kiss me”. Its whispered out so low, for a moment you worry he might not hear it. Its the first time you’ve asked for him, reached for him first without his taunting to guide a confession from you. With this request, filling the air between you, you’re making it known that you want him, want this. It doesn’t change anything and yet it somehow changes everything. You can’t look in the mirror and tell yourself he doesn’t occupy your mind and your heart anymore. Not after this. 

Eren seems to realize this too, his intake of breath letting you know he heard you loud and clear. “__..” he says, inching closer. His eyes, dark now, are so very hungry as he closes in. In a moment his lips, soft, so soft, are on yours. You sigh into his kiss, opening for him easily when his tongue glides into your mouth. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, tenderly, thumb stroking it. God, you want to eat him, you want him to eat you. The wet smack of your lips fills the car as you hungrily nip, and suck, and kiss at each others lips. 

When eren pulls back, he’s panting, hair disheveled. You don’t remember when your hands first sunk into his hair, but they must have, messed up as it is now. He looks at you like he wants to devour you, he licks his lips. “I’m gonna put your seat back,” he tells you slowly, each word dripping with finality, “im going to kiss every inch of your body and then you’re opening those legs for me and letting me inside, baby” 

You don’t have it in you to act scandalised, you know what you want. You’d basically asked for it. You just nod, never taking your eyes off his face when he reaches down and pulls the lever. And then you feel yourself being tilted backwards as the seat goes back, laying you flat. Your chest heaves with barely contained need as eren then settles above you, every clothed inch of him hovering just barely above you. 

Holding your eyes, eren lowers himself. You spread your legs easily to accommodate him, gasping when you feel his clothed cock settle right against your clit through your leggings. He rocks once, gently, against you, his hair hanging over his forehead as he looks down at you with utter want in his eyes, “Want you to feel me”, he murmurs, and rocks again, “Wanna fill you up so good, you can’t ever pretend that im not apart of you. Because, this, baby?” Another rock, a shuddered moan leaving your lips, “This is it. No ones gonna fuck you like i do, no ones gonna get inside that little head and play the games we play so well together.” 

One of his hands trails up your thigh, dipping his hand under the fabric of your leggings and pulling them slightly down, he pecks your lips, once, twice, three times. “Tell me”, he groans into your mouth, peeling your clothes off you slowly, “Tell me you understand, Tell me this is everything” 

And you tell him. Tell him through your whimpers when he parts the folds of your slick cunt with his fingers buried inside you. Tell him through your moans into his mouth when he shoves his jeans down and splits you open on his cock. Tell him through sighs of his name, when he rocks into you, licking into your mouth as he spears you open. Tell him through the way you claw your fingers down his back when starts to fuck you hard, rocking the car with the force of his thrusts. Tell him through the way you spread your legs, even wider, toes curling as he wrings orgasm after orgasm out of your tight little pussy milking him. 

“Its everything, you’re everything…” You cry out again and again, clutching onto him as he pumps you full of his cum, groaning brokenly into your neck. 

“Fuck”. He pulls back to look down at you, brushing your damp hair back from your face, still inside you. “You’re gonna fucking kill me, you little nerd” 

#eren jaeger imagine #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x reader #bully!eren #aot smut