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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm what would you say to writing some kinda soaproach thing where they have a little fun (👀) while fantasizing about Ghost together (im def not that anon who mentioned being obsessed with soaproach hahaha why would you think that (im lying to you it's me))

I didn't know of you wanted this in like a certain AU or with like all three of them already together or not so I kinda just threw some things at a wall and this is what came out sbdnnd

Fantasies (NSFW) (Soap/Roach)

Description: Soap and Roach fantasize about Ghost together (featuring pre-established Soap/Roach)

Warnings: Smut, implied voyeurism, semi-public sex, slight angst

Roach's back hit the wall harshly, his head was only stopped from banging against the hard concrete by a hand buried in his hair. He felt so delightfully overwhelmed, a thigh slotting itself between his legs and rubbing up against him so temptingly.

He couldn't help but grind against the hard muscle of the thigh, his resulting whimper muffled against the mouth pressed messily against his own. A hand grabbed at his hips, rolling him down to grind against that hard thigh again, pulling another whimper from his throat.

The man pressed against him pulled away just slightly, just enough that he could practically growl out, "C'mon, Bug, take what you need, eh? Ride my thigh sweet boy."

"John," Roach whined out. Whatever he was going to say afterward was cut off as the other man licked into his mouth, tilting his head back to force the kiss into something deeper. Roach could do nothing but take what Soap gave to him.

Soap yanked his hips against his thigh again, the friction to Roach's stiffening cock sent jolts of pleasure through his system. His mind was begging him for more and, with Soap already having given permission, Roach wasn't one to deny himself. He rolled his hips again, his moan lost to Soap's mouth still pressed messily against his own.

After a long moment of Roach grinding against Soap's leg and their mouths moving together in a fluid dance, Soap broke away. His mouth didn't fully leave, only changed its course as he pressed kisses against Roach's chin and began quickly trailing them down his neck, leaving hittle nips in his wake.

His thigh was removed from between Roach's legs and, in the next second, their clothed cocks were rutting against one another, sending pleasured moans from both of them. Roach tilted his head back, his mouth open wide at the feelings of pleasure that Soap was wracking from his body. "John," he whined again, his hands quickly slipping under the other man's shirt to feel around his hard chest. "Please, fuck, please."

"Please what, Bug?" Soap asked, his voice just a tinge harsher than what Roach was used to. It pulled a low moan from his throat, much to his embarrassment. Who'd have known that he enjoyed his boyfriend being a bit pissy at him, not that he particularly liked that Soap was upset with him.

"Please," Roach muttered desperately, his hands moving down to tug at the waistband of the man's jeans, "Want you."

"You sure?" Soap was quick to shoot back, his voice low, "Sure you don't want Ghost? Hmm?"

Roach froze, anxiety creeping up his throat and tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. "Thats," he started lowly, his voice quiet and shakey, "That's not fair."

Soap snorted, his mouth still fixed over the skin of Roach's neck, sucking marks there. "Fair," he muttered angrily, "My boyfriend has a crush on another man, but I'm unfair."

"I'm still in love with you," Roach shot back quietly, his hands slowly trailing up to grip at Soap's shoulders. "I love you, I just," he hesitated for a moment, "I'm sorry." He pushed at Soap's shoulders, forcing the other man away from him. He could feel burning hot shame creep up to his cheeks. He should have known better than to bring this up to Soap. He should have known better.

He'd thought though that Soap might understand. He'd hoped, foolishly, blinded by his own desires, that he'd seen the want in the other man too. So he'd written that stupid note to Soap and now here he was, likely on the brink of a ruined relationship with a man he loved all because he couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut.

He pushed Soap away further, shoving himself off of the wall with tears forming in his eyes again. "I didn't mean to upset you, I just thought...I thought you wanted what I did." Roach shook his head, bringing a hand up to wipe at the tears in his eyes, "I love you."

"You thought I wanted what you did?" Soap questioned lowly, his eyes carefully watching Roach's face. Roach could see a twinge of guilt in his eyes and that only served to make him feel worse.

"Don't make me say it," Roach pleaded, trying to push past Soap. He was stopped with a hand on his arm, pulling him back and shoving him against the wall once again. He looked up, startled at the sudden move from Soap.

"Say it," Soap said easily. "What did you think I wanted?"

Roach bit his lip, turning his gaze away from Soap as shame once again burned at him, "I thought you wanted Ghost too," he muttered out, "I thought...I thought you'd want to bring him in to, well, to this." He motioned between them nervously, "to our relationship." He paused taking a deep breath before saying, "I understand though, okay, you're monogamous and I should have checked that-"

Roach was cut off as lips once again slammed back to his own, pulling him into a kiss that was far more passionate and excitable than anything had been between them moments before. Roach gasped into the kiss, the air from his lungs practically stolen by Soap as they pressed closer to one another.

Roach buried a hand in Soap's hair, tugging as the man began to speak through the constant press of their lips together. "Fuck, Bug," his words sent a pleasant vibration through Roach's chest, "You've got to...got to get better at...explaining things," he pressed closer then, biting into Roach's bottom lip before finally saying, "I fucking thought you wanted to leave me for him."

Roach gasped in horror against the other man's mouth, shaking his head as best he could. Little whimpers escaped his throat as Soap began grinding against him again, "No, never."

The feel of his jeans was becoming uncomfortable against his hard cock. The feeling of Soap rutting up against him was both too much and not enough. He needed to feel the other man against him, he wanted to press them close and take his pleasure from the other man in whatever way Soap saw fit. His hands trailed back down to Soap's jeans, unbuttoning them and quickly pulling the zipper down.

His hand immediately moved into Soap's underwear, palming his cock the best he could through the fabric still covering him. It seemed to do enough based on the loud moan that was ripped from Soap's mouth. The other man pulled away from his lips to tilt his head down against his shoulder. Panted breaths left his throat as his hips gave little jerks into the hands pressed against him.

"God, fuck, Bug," Soap's voice was still that low timber, the one that had Roach shivering and responding with a desperate whimper. "Fuck, so good. Is this," he hesitated for a moment before, "Is this what you want to do to Ghost, hmm? Wanna stroke his cock and try to make a mess of him?"

Roach tilted his head back with a gasp, his hands desperately pulling at the top of Soap's pants to pull them down just below his length. "Yes," he called shakily, his hand beginning a slow stroke up and down his boyfriends cock, "Want him. Want you."

Soap responded with a moaned out chuckle, his hands sliding under Roach's shirt to play with his nipples, "Think he'd be nice to you?" Soap's breathing was growing heavier and a bit of pre-cum escaped the tip of his cock, "Or do you think he'll just shove your face into the pillows and use that pretty little hole of yours?"

Roach gave long moan in response to the idea. Fuck, he could see it so clearly, Ghost manhandling him down onto the bed, using his strength to hold him there while he fucked him. There would be no care for his own pleasure, only Ghosts desire to get himself off. Roach would be nothing more than a toy for him.

"Oh? Like that do you?" Soap's voice was mischevious, "Maybe I'll fuck you first, huh? Force you to take my cock and abuse that tight heat until I've finished, then Ghost can have you. You want that?"

Roach gave a small roll of his hips, desperation filling him as he grew harder and harder, the pressure with no relief almost uncomfortable. Soap's fingers flicking and teasing at his nipples certainly didn't help him. "Yes," he managed to breath out lowly. He knew Soap heard him based on the way that he began to move his hips, fucking into his hand.

"Gonna be our little toy, aren't you? Just a warm hole for us to fuck." His hands moved away from Roach's chest, quickly moving down to begin undoing his pants. Roach gave a relieved whine when his pants were finally undone and, a moment later, his cock was freed from his underwear. Soap was quick to bat his hand away from his cock then, slotting them together and wrapping one of his large hands around both of their lengths.

"Fuck," Roach's head tilted back, banging into the wall behind him with a thud.

"Careful now," Soap responded with a chuckle. His hand began to slowly stroke up and down their cocks, pressing them together deliciously. Shocks of pleasure darted through Roach's system, dousing him with a haze that soon clouded his mind. He could only think of the hand around his cock, the man pressed against him, and Ghost. "Think he's big?" Soap teased further, "I bet he'd stretch you open good. Might even let him fuck me open. I'd let you watch, of course."

Roach moaned again at the mental image of watching Ghost fuck into his boyfriend, wringing all sorts of sounds from his throat as his cock would pound in and out of him. "You'd end up begging," Roach chimed teasingly, a whine leaving his throat at one particularly hard twist of Soap's hand. If the other man kept that up, he wasn't going to last long.

"Think so?" Soap asked with a groan, "Fuck, I bet he could make both of us beg for it." He gave a grunt, his hand picking up speed. Roach grabbed tight to his shoulders at the almost overwhelming feeling of pleasure. He could tell that Soap was getting closer. "Fuck, maybe he'll want to watch," he muttered out, his voice high.

"Give us directions," Roach agreed. His legs were beginning to shake with the pleasure that Soap was wringing from him. The dirty thoughts shared between them only seemed to add to the intensity. "He'll, oh god, John! Fuck, he'll make me suck your cock, take you all the way down my throat." Soap moaned against his shoulder so Roach continued. "He'd tell you to fuck me, to bend me over that table in our room and take me until I'm, oh god, until I'm crying for you."

"Fuck," Soap's voice came out harsher, his hips began to stutter, "Fuck you'd look so pretty Bug, so fucking pretty."

"He'd make me suck his cock then," Roach continued, bringing one of his hands down to join Soap's against their heated skin. A high whine left his throat, "Then he'd bend you over that same table and, oh god, fuck you until you're crying."

That seemed to be all it took for Soap and, in the next moment, his hips were jerking forward and his cock was twitching, spilling his cum onto the bottom of Roach's shirt and his still hard cock. Roach gave a groan at the feeling, still stroking at both of them in hopes of reaching his end. "Fuck, John, please!"

Soap groaned against him, his hand batting Roach's away so that he could pull his own cock away. Roach whined at the sudden absence, but couldn't complain when, a moment later, Soap had his hand right back around him.

Soap set a harsh pace, his own spend creating a smooth slide of his hand over Roach's cock. Roach could do nothing but grab on to his shoulders and take the quick pleasure that was being pulled from his body. "So pretty like this, Bug," Soap muttered into his ear, pressing sweet kisses and nips to the skin around it. "Fuck, my perfect little toy aren't you? Just made for me."

"Yes, yes," Roach could only whimper out in response, his eyes rolling back as Soap worked him closer and closer to the edge.

"Wanna be Ghost's little fuck toy too? Wanna take his cock like a good boy?" Roach could only nod, too far gone to be able to reasonably form words. His legs tensed and his cock twitched in Soap's grip, he wouldn't need much more to finish him off. "I should have known you'd like that, such a fucking cock-slut, you don't even care where its coming from, do you? Just as long as someone fills you up."

The words were harsh and mean and exactly what Roach needed to finally finish. White hot pleasure seared through his body as he came, his spend decorating Soap's hand and shirt. A strong moan was pulled from his throat and his hands dug in harshly to Soap's shoulders, trying hard to keep from collapsing as he began to come down. Soap's hand was still working his cock and he soon had to weakly push the man's hand away, overstimulation burning at him.

The two men took several moments to catch their breath, lazy kisses pressed between them. "We," Soap pressed another kiss to him, "need to change and get back to the meeting."

"They're all going to know what we did," Roach muttered back, embarrassment burning at his face.

"Let them," Soap responded simply, "Maybe it will tempt Ghost into following us next time, hmm? Might be the perfect way to ask him to join us."

Roach couldn't help but chuckle against Soap's mouth, his hands tugging the man ever closer, "Only you would want to invite him into our relationship through sex."

"There is no better way," Soap responded with a chuckle of his own before pressing closer to Roach, "And I am very tempted to watch him fuck you into the bed."

Roach gave a short groan before pushing the man away from him, "No more of that right now. We're already going to be in trouble for ducking out, we don't need to miss the whole meeting."

Soap gave a disappointed sigh but listened to his words and started to clean himself up. He hissed at the feeling as he tucked his cock back into his underwear and did his pants back up. Roach did the same a moment later and soon the two were giving each other a few last kisses.

"Alright," Soap pulled away and quickly made his way to the door of the conference room he'd locked them in, Roach followed behind. "Back to the room then the meeting. Ready?"

Roach nodded and, with one last quick kiss to his lips, Soap was pulling open the door and beginning out casually. Roach went to follow him only for the both of them to freeze, red slowly seeping over their faces as they registered the man leaning on the wall across from them.

"Sir," Roach started, his voice breaking just a bit in the middle. He didn't get to finish.

"Have fun?" Ghosts voice was low and taunting, "From the sound of it and the looks of you, I'll say you did." He pushed himself off of the wall and made his way toward them leering over the two for a moment, "Go clean yourselves up. You'll report to me after the meeting so we can deal with this little...issue."

With that, the man turned away and started down the hallway, leaving Roach and Soap alone to stare after him, a mix of lust and fear in their gazes. They knew they were fucked.

#you asked luke #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap x roach #soaproach #soaproachghost #ghostroachsoap

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trkstrnd · 1 year

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Man this is gonna be a full ass Tarlos episode. I am ready to be FED after 4 long weeks of rollercoasters

IM GONNA EAT THIS SHIT UP U ALREADY KNOW

mmmmmMMMMMMMMMMM I LOVE ANGST I NEED THE BOYS I NEED MY BOYS MY BOYS WHO I LOVE MMMMMMMMMMMMM

ur so correct and valid anon

#trick talks lone star #carlos reyes #tk strand #tarlos #ls s4 #911ls #911ls spoilers #trick loves their anons

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halcyon-star-belt · 9 months

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mMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM this one remix of young girl a giving me too many angst ideas

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irdeadite · 5 years

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🙃

#iplier blogs liking and reblogging my angst art #mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #mmmm 🤔#he's not that anymore

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aceofspadegrass · 3 years

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Tatta's biggest fear as a dad would be leaving his own kid at a young age like his own did 💀 sorry to bring in the angst but its true

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm noooooooo Tatta................ But yeah, it would be a very valid fear. Tatta wants to be a good dad to his kid. The bestest. Bestest isn’t even a word. Tatta deserves the world.

#aib #alice in borderland #tatta kodai #ask #goodness gracious it's always a hint of angst somewhere isn't it-

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rendezvousrenjun · 4 years

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idk u.

✰ pairing: jeno x reader (strangers ➝ lovers) ✰ genre: angst + fluff ✰ word count: 2.6k ✰ warnings: slight cursing, mentions of cheating

✰ synopsis : you just needed somewhere to sit in the morning. never thought it would end up with crying over a dumb boy and riding on the back of his motorcycle.

procrastination. You were extremely familiar to it and the overwhelming stress that came with waking up at 3 am and realizing you haven’t started your work yet.

This meant rushing to complete that workload almost everyday on the way to your morning classes. Which, you still question yourself, why you made your schedule play out like that instead of registering for afternoon ones?

Anyways,,, today you were ultra struggling because there was not one available table in sight to plop yourself down at and finish this one tedious assignment right before entering class

Sure, you could’ve gone to the school’s library, or maybe a cafe---but they were both so far from class and why would you when there were a couple of tables right here!! Around the main hall!! Yet they were unavailable

You had two options. Option one was to just say screw it and not complete the work. Option two was to gather strength and just sit across from one of the individuals who preoccupied the tables.

Much to your confusion, apart from being a procrastinator you are also a perfectionist. Those two traits were never meant to clash,,, but here you are now making your way to the closest table perpendicular to your classroom which happened to be taken by a boy who seemed like he wasn’t doing any work at all.

What a waste of a table

You hastily blurt out “hi im y/n sorry for the abrupt greetings but can i sit with you?”

The boy takes out one airpod and looks up at you, eyes almost rolling back, nods his head in a very slow and dragged out manner before averting his gaze back down at his phone.

“Great thank you so much” you immediately fling your bag and belongings onto the table, breaking out your pencil pouch and pens to get back to writing-- constantly checking the time as if you were on the game-show minute to win it

You’re so consumed by your highlighting that you fail to notice the boy across from you peeking up and subtly smiling to himself at how determined and tense you look to finish

“Shoot shoot shoot” you scold yourself under your breath as you check the time once more before shoving everything into your bag, and getting up to see your other classmates making their way inside

You’re about to go inside before you realize that the boy across from you hasn’t moved

“Hey aren’t you coming?”

“I’m not in that class” his voice more soothing than you had expected it to sound

“Oh,,,,, then why are yo- actually nevermind” you just need to BLAST

Thanks to that mysterious edgy boy you were able to turn in the assignment and receive a passing grade.

The next morning you thought you would’ve learned your lesson, but yet again you are rushing against the clock.

And again you see that boy.

“Hello good sir uh can i sit here again??? Sorry…” you apologize but you are already sitting down and pulling out materials. “I forgot to ask about your name by the way,,how rude of-”

“Jeno” this is the first time he makes eye contact with you for this long. Neither of you break it, and when he talks again your eyes trace back to his lips, “shouldn’t you keep working?”

“Oh right, right” you snap back into reality. This goes on for a couple days, or maybe even a couple weeks.

There’s curiosity gnawing at you; wait what department is he from? How does he get to school so early? Is he actually listening to music? What’s he doing on his phone?

You don’t realize you’ve let his name slip a couple times with your friends (more like one friend let’s be real here) until they bring it up.

“And then this morning he was like ‘you’re late’ which means he anticipates me to sit with him right??? But i said ‘maybe you’re just early, ever thought about that lee jeno’ and he was all like ‘my bad’ like dang okay…” you stretch over to grab the coffee jaemin bought that day. It was extremely bitter.

“Wait who again??” jaemin looks up at you from the floor, almost snapping his neck at the name.

“Lee jeno” you repeat slowly, a bit surprised by his reaction.

“Do you have a picture?” “ uh no” “mMMmMMMMMMMMMmmm I might know him”

“whAT, how??? Yo lowkey give me so fill me in with information I’ve been trying to talk to him about…stuff,,,,”

Jaemin gets up from the floor and joins you on the bed, the both of you cross-legged and facing each other. “Okay so you remember the best friend I told you about the first time we met at study group?”

“no way that was jeno?”

“Yea.. basically he changed a lot once we got to senior year high school. I think it had something to do with his family and like his ex-girlfriend at the time, but it really upset me. He didn’t let anyone get close to him; it was as if he became some type of dry wall i guess?” You nod your head as you listen intently to what jaemin had to say. There were a couple things you found out about jeno which you weren’t too sure you were even allowed to know. As if you violated his privacy.

For example, Lee jeno has really bad trust issues. Jaemin thinks it’s due to the fact his girlfriend of four years cheated him at the same time Jeno found out his dad had another family in Singapore.

Lee jeno started riding a motorcycle senior year. Jaemin said it was a way to rebel and stop riding in his dad’s car.

And lastly, that lee jeno likes, as in loves cats.

“But hey, don’t think of catching feelings for him anytime soon okay? I feel like you’ll regret it.”

“Oh please…. Me? Liking lee jeno??? Pshhhhhh never!” you push jaemin off the bed. But really you were already scared. You were already fond of your table-mate.

The next day you honestly could not see jeno the same.

“Good morning sir”

“Yea.”

Today was one of those rare days you actually had nothing to work on. I guess you could call that a miracle.

“You have nothing to do today? That’s crazy” jeno puts his phone down to make eye contact with you. You found that as time went on, he did that more often.

“I would be offended but I’m honestly genuinely surprised myself”

You are caught off guard by Jeno’s laugh. Maybe this is the first time you’ve heard it in the past two months you’ve known him. You notice the way his eyes smile along with him and maybe it was the lack of caffeine, or the chaotic side of you that jumped out because you don’t remember saying “cute”.

Jeno’s smile immediately begins to dissipate.

Oh fuck he heard you,,, YOU DIDN’T EVEN HEAR YOURSELF WTF hiufegkhglh;orehqo ihwelk

Jeno just gets up and begins to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business.”

You want to deny that you felt this way. That you felt like you’ve been rejected. Despite it being a casual compliment, you should’ve thought twice,, no ONCE before blurting it out considering jeno’s background.

For the next couple days you did not see jeno at the table. It upset you. But then again, did jeno ever consider you his friend the same way you did? With all the mini relaxed conversations between you two, at least an acquaintance right? Were you being too attached?

You didn’t mean for lee jeno to hit like this.

The day you realize you caught feelings was when you saw jeno in the main hall carrying his motorcycle helmet and heading over to the vending machines. You could tell he was making small talk with someone from his department. Maybe it was a good time to greet him again?

When you walk up to him you did not expect him to still be upset with you. “Hi Jeno” you timidly say, an awkward hand coming up to wave.

The look he gives you makes you feel disgusting, like a piece of dog shit that he accidentally stepped on. It makes you feel small.

“Do you know her jeno?”

“No.”

He immediately leaves. You’re left standing there. Did that just happen?Maybe you were being a big sensitive baby who got affected by the littlest things but the next thing you know you were bawling in the main hall. Gosh dARN It jUST suck IT Upppp what are you??????? Some type of ??? idk SHOoot another tear

Jaemin finds you sitting at that dumb table after class and he tries to pat your head, trying to comfort you with his baby shushing sounds. He catches sight of Jeno who begins to pass by to get to the parking lot.

“HEY LEE JENO!” Jeno freezes dead in his tracks. It’s been awhile since he’s heard that voice. He doesn’t have enough time to turn around because Jaemin’s hand is already making him. “Apologize.”

“Get your hand off me.”

“Not to me, but to y/n. I don’t know what you did, but do it. Apologize.”

“I don’t know her though.”

“It’s fine Jaemin, don’t make a scene.” both of them look over to see you walking towards them. jeno shakes off jaemin’s grip and makes his way outside.

“It was a dumb thing to get upset over anyways.” You quietly mumble to yourself.

The next day you realize you shouldn’t even regret calling jeno cute. It was so harmless! It was literally just a tiny compliment! But your thoughts recall the past and how tiny compliments might’ve been triggering. It’s fine though. You don’t have time to think about this because at least now you have the table all to yourself to do work at.

Which is what you were doing until someone sits across from you.

A hand extends out palm face up, in it a piece of paper folded into an origami cat.

“Who are you again?” you say looking up to see jeno. The eye contact is stronger than ever today.

“Please take my apologetic cat”

“Are you just going to ignore me again?”

“I’m sorry. You probably didn’t mean any harm, I just was taken aback and remembered a couple of things. It didn’t give me an excuse to act like that though. I’m sorry.” he takes the cat between his thumb and index finger and bounces it, little meows leaving his lips from time to time to try to show his sincerity

.A grin blossoms on your lips and you accept his apology cat.

“Open it when you have time.” he gets up to leave again.“Where are you going?”

“You’re going to be late, I didn’t want to distract you any longer.”

Damn that was kind of sweet, maybe jaemin really did knock some sense into him.

You ended up opening the folded paper in class towards the end of the lecture. “Hey y/n… i was really dumb sorry. I acted really immature and got mad, real dick move, real SMALL BRAIN move right there… it’s a long story on why I turned out like this, and maybe I can tell you sometime? You know…. When you aren’t trying to finish assignments five minutes before they’re due?? Or not.. Haha that’s dumb..unless…. Um yea anyways I owe you!! This apology cat can be exchanged for one favor so feel free to ask. Again i was dumb. - lee ‘small brain’ jeno”

You try not to laugh in class, your hand covering your face in an attempt to keep the giggles from spilling out. “Btw turn the paper over” you check the back and there lies jeno’s phone number

You felt bad not telling jaemin that you and jeno had started hanging out pretty frequently after you guys exchanged numbers.

It was scary how things escalated so quickly. How you were able to reach jeno over his wall still was a question even you could not answer.

One day jeno invited you over to his dorm, which you weren’t too sure was a good idea at first, but jeno insisted that he wanted you two to do work right away so you guys could just talk comfortably at the table instead of being stressed first thing in the morning.

“It’s for the sake of our bonding experiences y/n, just trust me.”

“Wow kinda weird how we switched roles huh? See how hard it was for me to approach you and get you to be acquainted with me?”

“B O N D I N G E X P E R I E N C E”

You ended up going over to his dorm. Jeno already knew you were most likely going to say yes, so he prepared another helmet for you.

“Oh hell nah, I’m not riding your motorcycle dude.”

“I promise I drive safe.”

“I’ll just walk alongside you”

“You can hold onto me, don’t worry.”

Holding onto jeno you could feel how warm his body was, especially with this new found adrenaline with you by his side.

“You play the guitar?” you point over to the case laying in the corner while you two worked on his bed, backs against the wall.

“Yea, it really helped during that one dark time in my life I told you about.”

“Can you play a song for me?”

“Is this the favor?”

“Mmm i guess so, I have the cat in my wallet let me give it to you.”

“No, it’s okay you can keep it.” He removes his laptop from his lap and climbs over to the bed. He stops two steps in and turns to look at you. “Just grant me a favor in return.”

“Okay, sure.” The expression on his face seemed as if he already knew what it was. He picks up the guitar an starts strumming to the tune of butterflies by queen naija, humming along to the song.

There’s a warm feeling that grows as you begin to adorn his features. The way his fingers delicately place themselves on the strings, or his concentrated expression, or the way his body holds the guitar against it. It’s warm. Really warm.

“Hey jeno? I think I need to go.” you say, realizing it was going to be a terrible idea to keep feeling this way. Jaemin’s warning suddenly being brought back to you. I can’t feel this attached again.

“y/n. Wait.”

“Mm?” you turn back to look at him standing close to you, your hand leaving the handle of his front door. He puts his guitar down, and looks at you again.

He was looking at you with almost concern, as if he wanted to make sure this moment remained a memory for a long time. Was he going to say something bad?

“I’m afraid too.”

You’re breathing quickens, as if you’ve been holding it in for the past hour and now is the only time you’ve exhaled. “You’re afraid?”

“C-can I ask you my favor now?” you give him a nod.

“Please take care of me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m asking you to date me.”

“are you trying to make fun of me right now? Because this isn’t funny jeno.”

“No, I seriously like you. A lot. And it scares me because I don’t want you to leave.” jeno begins to tear up and you feel like you’ve misplaced your foot again, misplaced your words and intentions.

Your hands make their way around jeno’s neck and you pull him into a hug tighter than when you were holding him on his motorcycle.

“Jeno” your voice is soft spoken against his ear, “I’m afraid you’ll break my heart just as much.” You feel him embrace you even harder as a way to tell you no. As a way to give you reassurance.

It’s weird. To trust somebody like this. But just like how you don’t know when the next time you’ll finish your assignments earlier, or like how jeno doesn’t know the next time someone will leave him, you two don’t know what will happen if you don’t give falling in love a try.

a/n: so i totally accidentally deleted this... but yes tell me if you guys want a part two or these type of bulleted lists more! <3

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gothamdad · 5 years

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WISHLIST:

-jason todd reacts to lord batman aka specifically him murdering joker hewwo -more alfred and br00se things -following the events of murderer/fugitive bruce decides to become batman full time and fakes his own death to do it -write with my powered verse br00se !! -plz call him out on his bullshit. if that includes slapping him who am i to say no -ship with bruce. now. -MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM SMOL BR00SE IS FUN TO WRITE. -going up a bit in age gotham high au ???????????? -just. more killing him off. im the worst mun ever i want him to die. -more batman beyond old man br00se. hes sassy but old so no one can hit him smh -but also......... family threads.............. the angst is too high gib me some good

#im gonna post this at midnight with no regrets #bc i have ! amazing ! timing !#also reblogging is a thing #ᴜɴᴍᴀsᴋᴇᴅ : OUT OF CHARACTER

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alayne-stonecoldfox · 6 years

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Star wars thoughts under the cut, RIDDLED with spoilers and proabably incoherent if you havent seen it

Hux is basically humiliated in every scene he is in. A blessing

Rey was super cute

The scene on the meditation rock with Luke taking the piss with the leave, I DIED, it was so humanising for both of them the whole theatre loved it

I expected telepathic force bond. but the way they did it with them like? kind of in front of each other kind of not? was so good. it worked. wasnt how i thought it would be, but it worked

PRIDE AND PREJUIDICE HAND SCENE, like????? Yooo there have been reylo meta’s about p&p parallels with Kylo and Ren for a good fkn while and I could see it, but Rian actually DID that , like you could narrate the hand touch scene from the book and it would fit the movie, this is so!!!!!! w i l d

I thought admiral holdo was going to be a bitch/villain, and she seeeeemed that way up until last moment

Her moment? with the hyperspace? she was that bitch

Canto bight was overhyped in press and I thought it was a distraction more than anything. Maybe because so much was going on, but it felt like rose and finn were there for maybe 10 minutes

OH but the bit at the VERY end with the little stable boy and the BROOM?? yeeeesss that was worth ittt

im still not entirely sure about what went down with the DJ plot like. so he was a plant by the first order? he wasnt but he turned on them? is he going to be back? did he die?

OH AND PHASMA? what a let down. She showed up for 4 minutes screentime and yet gwen was in all the promo pssssh

I mean.....I didn’t expect lukes death either BUT. I am glad no one actually killed him. Not Kylo, not Rey, not snoke, he chose to pass.

And even though Yoda makes me LAUGH because that muppet seems so out of place to me, I liked his line about the mentors curse, that the student is bound to overpass them (they worded it better idk i cant remember)

And Luke had BADASS MOMENTS. Even just fishing? old man jumping down rocks? ok old man, I see yoou

Everyone in the cinema was CHEERING for luke scenes, seriously, they were sick

SNOKES DEATH WAS THE FKN GAG OF THE CENTURY. My boyfriend hated it and thought it was so anti climactic but BITCH I thought it was slick. Underhanded. Quick. And Kylo probably had a lot of skill in masking his thoughts and feelings against him to pull it off.

AND THE FIGHT SCENE

THE FIGHT SCENE

THE TAG TEAM FKN TIGHT AS SHIT FIGHT SCENE

I dont care if we all KNEW they could beat those red tin cans easy, it was SO SICK TO WATCH

and the .....emotion.....I’m crying in the club right now, all that angst, but MOST OF ALL, two people with their own shit going on with neither one of them caving immediately for the sake of love

BUT THEM FEELINGS IS THERE

THEY NOT READY YET

BUUUUUUT

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

also this movie seemed to have climactic scene after climactic scene, crait was allllright? but eh

THE SCENE WITH FINN GOING TOWARDS THAT CANON FUCKED ME ALL THE WAY UP

i was like??? theyre not really? he’s not gonna? they wouldnt?

Truly actually panicked

BUT MY GIRL ROSE

Thank you jesus I like audibly released breath, for a hot second i really thought they were gonna

Where they left it, Im kind of like....whats gonna happen now

Like I actually cant even imagine yet

I mean I’ve barely had time to even process what went down, I’m still thinking all of it over, but?? its not clear at all what could happen from this point

ANYWAY I WAS SO HYPED LEAVING THAT CINEMA

OH AND LADIES? my boyfriend still thinks reys parents arent nobody

I was like....my man.....my guy.....why

“Can we really trust kylo when he says that?”

AND IN THAT MOMENT I GLIMPSED. oh god. this is what allll the fanboys will say. Alllll the anti’s

Defy logic, defy the answers the movie gave

THE EXPLICIT STATEMENT THAT SHE IS NOBODY

THEY FKN RODE THAT POINT HOME

but nah.....nah people are still.....adament

Tiring

BUT ANYWAY

i got what I wanted. I got SO much more that I ever thought I’d get

my ship is canon

Remember when Jedicouncil forums shut down the rey and kylo connection thread?

WELL HOW NOW BROWN COW

HOW THEM APPLES TASTE

#star war #tlj spoilers #the last jedi

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bigmammallama5 · 6 years

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what is giant about? Is it happy?

mmmmMMMMMMMMMmmm i mean theres some angst (not heavy handed) but its not SAD sad, i wouldnt have read it otherwise lol

it wrecked me in a good way

#ask me stuff!#Anonymous #im too fragile for lots of angst these days

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esseastri · 6 years

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Megan Reads Oathbringer (part 4)

sometimes I wonder about labeling the parts of the liveblog with “part 1, part 2, etc” ‘cause like...that doesn’t mean it’s part 4 of the book. just part 4 of the liveblog? idk, I jUST realized that might be confusing in a book split up into five parts, but it’s too late now...

I’m still in part one, for those keeping track.

Part 4 encompasses pages 240-326 (previous parts)

I genuinely cannot imagine Dalinar marrying someone quiet and shy and it’s just. wild.

“his bracer clocks” bless Navani for inventing wrist watches and calling them something delightful instead

nooooooo don’t bring Taravangian here!!!! Don’t let him see the center of your power!

crap, now we’ve got, like...all the factions together, right? Taravangian and the diagram people. the Ghostbloods. Amaram and whatever he’s doing. And us....everyone who knows stuff about the end of the world, all in one convenient place. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh, except Jasnah. She’s out there, somewhere. When will my love return from the war

seriously, it’s been 240 pages, where is Jasnah.

“He’d been a friend to Gavilar and that was enough for Dalinar.” like. okay. sure. but you know your brother was trying to end the world to bring back the gods, right? like? ARGH.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm hey do we have a way to tell Radiants from normal Shardblade holders?

I’m not saying I don’t trust Taravangian and his “newest Radiant” Malata, but... I DON’T TRUST TARAVANGIAN AND HIS NEWEST RADIANT MALATA

seriously, what is in Kholinar that all the parshmen are headed there? or...being driven there by their weird glow spren?

“Men of blood and sorrow don’t get an ending like that.” DAMN STRAIGHT THEY DON’T, YOU MURDEROUS CURMUDGEON

mmmmm she’s a Dustbringer? Our first one... “I don’t like how she smiles.” same though? I’m. concern.

oohh, I didn’t even think she might have an honorblade. where would Taravangian have gotten another honorblade. I remember reading something about there being more honorblades out and about in the world, but we don’t know whose, do we?

I. Am. Concern.

...........it’s not the bond. #confirmed by the stormfather. so there goes my theory about the the stormlight healing Dalinar’s memories.... hm

Taravangian getting all self-righteous about the Shin “murderering all those monarchs” like. even on a not-so-smart day he’s clever enough to deflect blame, to reinforce the idea that he’s just a harmless old man, would never command an assassin to kill off everyone’s kings. He’s terrifying, tbh.

mmmm, everyone thinking Dalinar is gonna attack them, I mean...good assumption but for once, you’re wrong!

omg

Dalinar, please, please do not go to war with the whole world all at the same time. Please.

I...don’t think that’s a spren...I don’t know what it is, but I don’t think it’s a spren. unless...can cities have spren? There are enough people, right? Can they manifest an incarnation of themselves? That’s basically what spren are, right? forces of nature made manifest, so...why not forces of civilization, too?

oh god

how long has it been alone?

this......is another story I wrote because it was sad, not because I wanted it. oh god. ooohh god. Urithiru...

OH ROCK!! ARE YOU OAK--okay, he’s okay.

wait

so it’s not just murders...it’s any sort of violence? the copycat is copying...all violence? or...just the criminal kind? surely it’s not copying all the violence of the army training or sparring. But...why? what’s to be gained from repeating the same crime a second time?

how long has this spren been alone and how mad is it?

does it think...violence is the way to be more human? to remember more? I’m...concerned and confused and. aaahhhhh

“Let me be stronger than those who would kill me.” punk!Dalinar, pls. you can pray for better things than that...

Dalinar keeping Navani’s prayer in his pocket like...my dude u r gettin married. the pining is. wow.

umm. #y i k e s

no wonder Kadash goes and joins the ardents...

Dalinar just...murdering a hundred people including some of his own men? is? really...like, okay, here’s the thing: We knew from the previous two books that Dalinar had done some bad shit. And we were told repeatedly that he’d changed dramatically. But being told and having it spelled out in...child murdering and unthinking friendly fire is...something else. The character development of this man is wild. and mildly uncomfortable. Like...his bad shit wasn’t just a few battles and some brutality of conquest. this was. really, really bad shit. And to see how far he’s come and how much he’s trying to atone for is. sure a thing.

and somehow people DIDN’T figure out that the Thrill is bad before now???

“This is a mercy” ARE YOU SURE?

AND THEN HE JUST GOES AND KILLS SOME MORE, JUST FOR FUNSIES

BUDDY. MY DUDE. YOU NEED TO STOP AND RECONSIDER YOUR LIFE AND YOUR CHOICES. PLEASE.

seriously, how does anyone think the Thrill is a good thing here.

Shallan really needs to look into her budding multiple personality disorder.

OKay, but are they siding with “the enemy” or are they siding with some parshmen who are now in workform and just want to be treated as real people instead of slaves? ‘cause like...you guys are all basing your strategy on the idea that EVERY parshman went stormform and started rampaging about killing everything in sight. And that definitely hasn’t happened yet.

Why hasn’t Kaladin mentioned this to you guys?? like?? oh, I guess he got his spanreed stolen, right? I just....... there’s a lot going on here, but there’s a certain amount of...maybe consider what the negotiations with the parshendi/parshmen/whatever they are now really are before you just...write them all off as evil?

Then again, these are Alethi lighteyes, who don’t really understand the concept of not generalizing a population they consider below themselves.

this is why the whole dudes not writing thing is ssooooooooo stupiiidddd. Kaladin can’t tell you guys ANYTHING unless he finds a nice lady to scribe for him. God, Vorinism is so stupid sometimes.

“Spark” is a good name for a spren tho, maybe she’s legit? I still don’t trust her. at all.

a flying bridgeman, Shallan, PLEASE

he’s a flying captain of the guard, at the very least.

nooo

NOOO

NO I DON’T WANT THIS

NOW I HAVE TO DEAL WITH FUCKING AMARAM THAT RAT BASTARD ALL THE TIME????? NOOO

NOOOOO

IALAI NO. YOU COULD HAVE JUST TAKEN OVER YOU’RE SMART ENOUGH YOU COULD HAVE BEEN THE FIRST HIGHPRINCESS AND IT WOULD HAVE BEEN AWFUL BUT ALSO AWESOME BUT NO. NO YOU HAD TO JUST DRAG FUCKING AMARAM THAT RAT BASTARD INTO THIS.

I DON’T WANT THIS TAKE IT BACK, BRANDON.

“Highprince.” “Highprince.” “Bastard.” GOD BLESS ADOLIN, BOY WONDER.

oohhhhhh Adooolliinn. babe, you can’t just--okay. there is is. The Thing.

Shallan. “Oh.” UH HUH. OKAY THEN. SO MUCH FOR THAT SECRET though it wasn’t really a secret. just a miscommunication. but still. I sort of wish that Kaladin had been able to tell Shallan himself about Helaran--though, he still didn’t know it was Helaran.

But there would have been something satisfying in that being just...between the two of them. Them working that out and him probably apologizing and her probably not forgiving him and there would just be. delightful angst before they eventually decided to be friends. But Adolin telling her gives her time to prepare, I guess? for seeing Kaladin again? I still don’t think she’s going to forgive him which will make for veerryyy interesting dynamics when he returns.

Listen, I just really wanted Shallan to pull her Blade on Kaladin, and have him trying to avoid her attacks while apologizing a lot even though he was perfectly in his rights to defend his at-the-time commanding officer from a threat. That would have been delicious angst.

Hopefully she doesn’t hate Adolin for being the messenger, though...

“Everything would have been better off if he’d just let Amaram die.” TRUER WORDS, ADOLIN. tbh, how much do you think Kaladin thinks about that very exact same thought? The answer is: A FREAKING LOT

well, shit. destroying the Oathgate seems a reasonable option, but also it’s gonna make saving the world a heck of a lot harder...

I wonder...if they’d had literally anyone else do the negotiations, if this would be going differently. People know Dalinar, they know he’s the Blackthorn, or used to be, and they don’t know him well enough to know how much he’s changed. If the Blackthorn had come to me and been like, “yo, I want to open a portal to your city center and send you soldiers to help you rebuild” I would ALSO assume he was going to invade my city and try to conquer me and I would also refuse him. But like...if Shallan or someone completely unconnected had tried, I’d be a little more likely? to agree? Idk I feel like they are definitely being hindered by Dalinar’s reputation here.

Just don’t let Taravangian do it. Don’t let him do anything. Oh god.

“a unified Vorin coalition” OH GOOD NOW IT’S A RELIGIOUS WAR. or an Inquisition. Nobody expects the Vorin Inquisition.

I love that Dalinar just....knows how to do shit. Like, Kaladin and Shallan have been practicing and had training sessions with their spren to figure out their powers and even Lift is REALLY BAD at Friction, and Dalinar’s just like. Adhesion. Got it. No problem.

aaaAAAHHH Dalinar holding Oathbringer again and it’s...not screaming it’s whimpering and I’M. SAD. ABOUT A SWORD. DANGIT.

DON’T GIVE HIM THE SWORD. AMARAM DOESN’T DESERVE A SWORD. DON’T DO THAT

okay, but Amaram calling Dalinar a hypocrite is like... POTS AND KETTLES, MY DUDE.

Taravangian: “I sound like a madman, don’t I?” No, you sound like a man for whom the ends justify the means.

Here’s the thing: I see the practicality in Taravangian’s stance. There’s always a practicality in sacrificing a few good ones to get rid of all the bad ones. And yeah, Dalinar’s desire to always save all the good ones, even if it means sparing the bad ones, is just a tad idealistic. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try. Idealism is never something that we should give up on, is never something we should ignore or stop working towards. We shouldn’t always have to settle for practicality.

hoooo cool. The Stormfather can just...send Dalinar to other people in visions wth that’s really cool. Like a Kyprioth/Aly situation except the destination person knows they’re there.

“Shallan had nothing to do, but Veil was useful.” No, Shallan. You’re useful. You are Veil. It’s not. It’s not a different person. It’s just you adsfghjkl just. YOU’RE ALICE, PARKER. GOD.

“Veil liked watching people. She shared that with Shallan.” THAT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE THE SAME PERSON. YOU ARE ALICE.

omg, I love that Pattern just...brought both Kholin bros and all of Bridge Four.

“go do something stupid without letting me watch” OMG PATTERN, BBY.

I have missed Bridge Four, hello darlings

THEY’RE JOKING WITH RENARIN AND HE’S SMILING AND THEY’RE FRIENDS AND I’M SO HAPPY AAHH

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE THEM AAH

omg, I didn’t realize there was a staircase, I thought they were just going to be jumping into a void.

dear god, roshar has a Sisyphus equivalent that’s delightful.

sooo, I’m assuming that’s...Odium, Honor, and Cultivation in those mosaics? I’m genuinely amused that Shallan thinks they’re “pagan symbols”

Bridge Four took point even though there were two Shardbearers and an extra Radiant and MY BBYS I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

NOPE

NOPPPPPEEEE

NOOOOOOOOOOPPPEEEEE

DON’t DIE?

DON’T DIIIIIIEEEE

I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS HORROR NOVEL SHIT

NOOOOPE

ADOLIN NO! YOU STORMING FOOL DO NOT CHARGE THE DARKNESS UNMADE EVIL THING WHAT THE FUCK NO

NOOO

I’M OUT

BYE

if any of Bridge Four die, so help me, I will drive back to Utah and yell at Brandon personally. To his face.

NOOOPPE THIS IS CREEEEPPY AS FUUUCKK WHAT THE NOPE

ooohh Renarin’s a good, he’s healing them, that’s my boy

okay, the illusory army is preTTY DANG COOL GET IT GIRL

but also the Unmade thing is freaking terrifying and I’m nope

...I’m assuming that since Dalinar saw nine shadows and the champion that there’s one Unmade for each of the ten orders of Radiants? LIke, this one, the Midnight Mother can be directly countered by Lightweaving. So maybe another one is designed to be defeated by Windrunners or Elsecallers or whatever. And it’s one for each?

I genuinely love that the new Radiant’s don’t call their swords Shardblades. It’s Sylblade, Glysblade, Patternblade. I love it.

“Adolin [...] charged into the room, bursting right through the middle of an illusion of his father.” Well, ain’t that just storming appropriate. How beautifully poetic.

also, Adolin and Renarin fighting back to back is A LOT AND I’M LOVE THEM

ooohh my god, it’s trying to bond with her?? trying to rip Pattern away and bond with her that’s... YIKES.

oohhh shit....corrupted creationspren. ooohhhh my god.

Odium, why you gotta ruin everything good in this world, you jerk

ooh...it was...bound. by a Lightweaver. bound like the Parshendi’s gods? like the parshmen? how are we binding people? I’m getting the idea that maybe binding people is bad.

I’m getting the idea that Ishar is bad. but that’s a theory for another time.

okay, so...the pashmen weren’t...going to Kholinar. they were going to a tiny city a week’s walk from Hearthstone...to...besiege it? why

what. is. happening.

also omg Kaladin’s never been to a real city, someone take this child on a sightseeing vacation, asap.

how...did they take the city and what...are they gonna do with it?? I’m all for giving them land and lives but I’m worried about stormform. and voidbringers. and a lot of things.

the parshmen calling him Kal is murdering my soul

oooh noooooooooo there’s a highstorm coming and the people are all outside and the parshmen are camping, and I...am worried.

Yixli? that’s a terrible name. though I guess she’s a questionably evil spren of odium, so.

Fused? okay, that’s a fun word for Stormform.

Kal, babe, you need to get out of there.

Ah. Good choice.

Syl whacking at the gloryspren and telling them “Mine!” about Kaladin is FRIKKIN ADORABLE HI I LOVE SYL

of course it’s all perception, Kaladin, everything is different if you change your point of view. That’s what makes being a person so difficult.

“Treat them better than they treated you.” AMEN. THAT’S THE ONLY WAY THINGS GET BETTER.

it’s hard and it sucks a lot, but it’s the only way.

oh shit

oh sHIT

what. dark stormlight? what the?

SHIT

THERE’S LIKE, THREE OF THEM?

okay, only two. buT STILL

Why can they do Lashings? do sotrmform voidbringers whatever the fuck they are have Radiant orders too? WHAT IS HAPPENING

“You can’t save all of them.” BUT HE’S DAMN WELL GOING TO TRY

HE’S SO GOOD

SO GOOD

WHAT

THAT’S?? MAGICAL. WHAT. MAGIC WINDSPREN SHIELD????? CAN HE DO THIS NORMALLY OR IS THE STORMFATHER HELPING OR?? WHAT

omg, just...deposit him in front of Urithiru. That’s convenient. Why thanks.

YAAAASSSS

SHE’S HERE!!!!!

SHE’S BACK!!!!!!!!!

SHE’S HEEERRRREEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEESSSSSS

me: can I squeeze the interludes onto this part of liveblog? also me: *scrolls up to the top of this post forever me: Maaayyybe not.

#op #Megan reads OB #Oathbringer spoilers #ladyknightliveblogs #aaaahhh there is sooo much happening and so much left to happen and aaAAHH #oh hey I've now finished the preview novel--sorry the preview chapters #whoo hoo!!#Stormlight Archive #Oathbringer #Brandon Sanderson

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