#refused to get out of my room because he just wanted to be in it for no other fucking reason than he felt like it

[widowmaxff]

In overwhelmed, it mentions that Y/N used to be in a dark hole and how Wanda is afraid she’d go back to it. Can you write about it? Like what happened?

hope ur ok

pairings: mom!wanda × daughter!reader (platonic)

warnings: depressed reader, cryingg, bad thoughts, and sad sad things

a/n: okay how did you pay so much attention to what i wrote in overwhelmed bc i didnt even remember writing that 😭 BUT THANK YOU for the request i literally just ramble what was in my head but hope you like it love!

HOW YOU CAN HELP PALESTINE!

You don't know when it started, much less why it started. Maybe a few days ago, a month ago, maybe a year ago the signs that something was wrong started to appear. It was almost as if these feelings were always there, just hidden by a layer that was slowly removed and made everything more difficult. It seemed like there were days when you could easily deal with it, maybe ignoring it or just hiding it very well, you didn't know. But there were days that were more difficult. It was more difficult to get out of bed, your appetite was barely there, you didn't want to leave your room, just stay in darkness and total silence. Even though this silence made your head spin, it was better than anyone talking and making you even more depressed.

If someone asked the people closest to you if you were sensitive, you were sure that more than half of them would say no. They would talk about how you had a frozen heart, that you didn't cry when you watched a sad movie, that you didn't fall in love with the character when watching or reading a novel, that you didn't care when someone was fighting with you. But deep down, you knew it was a lie. You felt hard feelings most of the time, including when watching sad films. Maybe you just don't like showing the sadness and emptiness you feel. It makes you feel weak, worthless, and selfish, especially selfish. You shouldn't feel this way, not when you had the perfect life: a loving mother, food on the table, new clothes, and expensive sneakers. Then why?

You didn't really care that you felt depressed, you knew that eventually it would pass, just like every other time - even if that feeling came back some time later, even worse. It wasn't like anyone noticed and said anything to you, even though you were sure most of the adults around you blamed it on teenage hormones when they saw you sulking or just isolating yourself in your room all day. Maybe a few questions like 'are you okay?', even though they knew you would respond with something positive even if everything was falling apart. But there was always someone. Someone who knew that it wasn't just teenage hormones but something that was slowly consuming you. Wanda, your mother, was that someone, and she certainly didn't let those details slip.

The first time you actually showed that you were in a depressing state was on a random Thursday at six-thirty in the morning. Wanda didn't mind much in the first moments when you refused to get out of bed, it was normal for any teenager to not be able to stand school. But when you finally decided to show up for the morning in the Compound's kitchen, she was surprised. You had big black bags under your eyes that were tired and red, looking like you hadn't slept well that night and maybe you had been crying most of it. Wanda didn't take long to ask if something had happened and if you were okay, only receiving a murmur of something like ‘'m fine' before turning back to look at the emptiness of space. Tony who was nearby joked “Maybe the red eyes are because of something she used. Don't tell me you snuck out to a party, Mini Maximoff?”, you'd laugh on any other day, even replying something like 'Yes, I did some hard drugs at a party. How do you know?', but that wasn't the case. Stark laughed to himself after saying that sentence but soon the sound of his voice disappeared when he realized that you hadn't heard him and, apparently, nothing around you.

The second time was right after a mission Wanda had done. It was only three days away from you and everything seemed different when she came back. The first thing she noticed was that you didn't run into her arms when she stepped inside the Compound, much less respond to the messages she sent you a few hours earlier. Obviously like a worried mother she went after you, not taking long to find you in your room with all the lights off, two blankets around your body and how it looked like the things in your room had been in the same place since your mother left for the mission. She turned on the light in your room, hearing a soft growl leave your lips. You were awake and conscious, so it didn't make sense for you to want to be lying down and almost sinking into your mattress at four o'clock in the afternoon. She remembered when you were little and couldn't sleep if at least one light wasn't on, now it was ironic to think that you just lived in the darkness and emptiness of your room without fear that some monster would catch you, because no monster could hurt you like depression was.

Wanda couldn't count how many more episodes like those happened and lasted for several days. She was worried, very worried. She was afraid that you would end up doing something that would hurt you, end everything. It was obvious that your mother tried to ask you what was wrong, how she could help you, but you always said that you just woke up on the wrong foot that morning and that everything was fine. Of course, how were you going to tell her what was happening if you didn't even know. There was no reason for you to feel down like that and not even the absurd desire to just want to close your eyes and not open them again. And every day that passed, this dark hole you were in would get deeper and deeper. You knew you needed to ask for help before it was too late. 

It was no longer strange when once again that week you had no will to live. You look at the clock next to your bed and realize that your mother would be coming to your room to call you for another day in two minutes and a few seconds. Just the thought of 'one more day' made you want to throw up the food you didn't even eat the day before, as that empty feeling made your hunger go away. But as much as vomiting, you wanted to cry, cry until you couldn't take it anymore. And it was no surprise when the tears started to fall and you couldn't stop. Even though you are not a loud person, trying to keep yourself in your own bubble, the sobs wanted to get out of your throat anyway.

“Darling?” Wanda didn't mind knocking on your bedroom door in the morning, since you would be sleeping, well, not at that moment. When she heard the choking sounds you were making to keep from crying, she didn't take long to run towards your body on the bed and get under your covers, pressing you against her chest giving the perfect comfort to let you know that you weren't alone. “Oh, my love.” Wanda has seen you cry, many, many times, but it was so different to see you cry as if you were drowning in a sea and needed help from someone, anyone. “It's okay, Mama is here.” With each passing minute it seemed like the tears were getting even bigger than before, but you tried to focus on Wanda's heartbeat as you placed your hand on her chest, making you feel calmer despite all the panic. 

The lullaby that starts to leave her lips and go straight to your ear makes you start paying attention to the soft melody and not your terrible thoughts. The language Wanda sang in, Sokovian, was not understood by you, but you still remembered when she sang you to sleep on the days you had nightmares. It was as if Wanda was using her magic to calm you down, even though you knew she would never use her powers on you without your permission, but her voice was so sweet that it was more powerful than any of her red magic. Your breathing becomes soft and your movements slow, as if you were choosing the right words to get rid of that moment, but with your mother there it was almost impossible to lie.

“I wanna get help,” You murmur for just her to hear, despite there being no one else in the room with you two. “b-but I don’t even know why I’m like this.” Your crying had stopped, but you still choked to say a few words. Admitting those words out loud seemed like a challenge for you, and when you said them, a weight seemed to lift off your back despite not having yet deciphered all your feelings. And Wanda knew that. She knew how hard you were to avoid looking like a weak person even if you weren't, even if asking for help wasn't a sign of weakness but rather of improvement.

Your mother kisses your head, taking a few seconds before cupping your face and looking at it. “I'm so proud of you, my angel.” You didn't see pity or lies in the expression on her face. You didn't see disappointment and much less as if you were a problem for her. “I'm glad you want to ask for help, and I'm here for it, yeah?” You felt a little guilty when you saw a tear come out of your mother's eyes, but she was still smiling. The same smile you saw when you woke up, or when you told her some good news, or even when you told her a joke. Wanda never wanted you to feel anything negative about her. She never took out any frustration on you, never made you feel bad when you got a bad grade at school, or when you accidentally knocked a glass on the floor. “I will help you with whatever you need, my love. It will be slow, but I promise that the tightness in your chest will pass, okay?”

“I trust you.” She nods before pulling you into a hug that she knew you needed more than anything at that moment. The process would take a long time until you felt well again, you both knew that, but it was never too late. It's never too late to ask for help, because it's normal to need someone to pull you out of the dark hole sometimes, it's normal to not feel good all the time. Having feelings is normal, even if sometimes they are too deep, or too shallow. You just needed to realize that you were never alone, that people around care about you and will always want the best for you. 

“I love you so much. Always remember that.”

“I love you too, Mama.”

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SEVEN [THE INBETWEEN] - P4L

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[3k] Two weeks since John B and Sarah have been gone and the pogues decide it's time for a proper memorial to say goodbye, but an impulsive gesture leaves two of the four remaining pogues heads spinning.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, unestablished relationship/unrequited love (Pope x Kiara), mentions of child abuse/neglect, general angst

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A/N‧₊˚ This is where things get a little tricky. Also, tumblr decided to kick me out of my mf account so thats why this is like 2 days late instead of one, I DID NOT LIE TO YALL😭 and sorry if this chapter moves a little fast

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“RISE AND SHINE, BLONDIE.” You whispered in the sleeping boy’s ear. JJ immediately slapped a harsh palm over his ear, effectively slapping himself and waking himself up, groaning in pain as you stood by giggling. 

“Fuck you.” He mumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he sat up, Marley emerging next to him from under the covers. You tilted your head at the dog, scoffing.

“You do know that is my dog, right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at a sleepy-eyed JJ who simply looked at the animal over his shoulder before turning back to you and shrugging with a sly smile on his face.

“Not anymore. Her real owner gives her bacon and she loves it.” He retorted, throwing an arm over Marley and pulling her into his side as he rubbed the top of her head. “Ain’t that right, girl?”

You rolled your eyes, your bare feet patting against the hardwood floors of The Chateau as you left the room, calling over your shoulder. “Then her real owner can clean up the aftermath when she vomits it out because she refuses to chew.” You reprimanded playfully, sliding your slippers onto your feet that were sat by the front door. “I’m gonna clean up a bit. Pope and Kie should be here soon. And I bought more cereal, it’s above the fridge.” You called out before going out onto the porch, letting the door shut behind you, the screen rattling. 

Today marked two weeks since John B and Sarah disappeared.

Pope and Kiara had finally made time in their schedules to do a proper send off. Not that you blamed them — Kiara’s parents wanted her as far away from the pogues as possible, with you being a semi-exception. They’d swamped her with work after school at The Wreck, working from the time school ended until the street lights came on. The weekends were no different, with the addition of taking the car away, only allowing her to drive it on the weekdays to and from school.

Heyward had Pope doing grocery run after grocery run, as well catching some of the seafood supply himself. Pope didn’t mind though, he was working on repairing his relationship with his parents after everything that happened. Things seemed to be looking up, Heyward didn’t scowl when you all came around anymore and his mother started to greet you all again. They were easing up on the restrictions, too — allowing Pope to drive the car again and be out past ten.

You and JJ had been managing — he was taking small, odd jobs here and there. Mowing lawns, fixing cars just to keep the lights on and the water running. You did what you could — sneaking into your house, only once or twice, to take some necessities and things to sell. You’d managed to pawn off a good chunk of your mother’s jewelry and some things you didn’t need anymore. It was enough to keep you both fed and clean.

Life was starting to seem okay again. It didn’t seem like there was such a large storm cloud over you and your friends anymore. Now, you just all felt an emptiness when you were together, which was probably why you weren’t together as much anymore.

School was…well, school. You and JJ hadn’t been since it happened. No adults to force you to go, right? Pope and Kie had been a few times, but their parents allowed them some time to themselves occasionally. 

Despite everything, today was the first day you all would be hanging out as a full group again. The Chateau always looked a mess but admittedly, you and JJ hadn’t been helping the place to look any better. The porch was littered with beer bottles, soda cans, snack wrappers. Things that had been piling up from your late night talks. 

Grabbing a plastic bag, you started gathering all of the trash and throwing it inside, the space already looking better.

“SO, HOW ARE WE DOING THIS EXACTLY?” Kiara asked, hands in her pockets as she stood in front of the big tree, next to Pope. The sun was starting to set, casting a low, orange hue over the backyard.

She and Pope had arrived not too long ago, the gathering not being as lively as it used to be. Less smiles, less laughs. There was small talk and a few jokes here and there but it just seemed so forced, as if no one wanted to say “let’s just get this over with”.

The group had been divided, although none of you would admit it aloud. It seemed as if Pope and Kiara did their thing, while you and JJ did yours. 

“We could just carve it. Might take a while, though…” Pope pitched, rubbing his hands over the top of his head and shifting his weight. 

“I mean, we got all day.” JJ shrugged simply, adjusting the baseball cap on his head. “I say we carve this baby up.” He shrugged, hiking up the toolbox in his hand, the metal objects inside rattling, and walking to the forefront of the group. You walked up beside him, looking up with your hands in your back pockets. “Care to do the honors?” He smiled down at you, flicking out a pocket knife in your direction.

Taking the object from his hand, you faced the large, loud live oak tree and began carving the initials of your fallen friend into the wood.

THREE HOURS AND TWO BEERS LATER AND THE TREE WAS CARVED AND BRANDED. A tan-colored, heart-shaped splotch in the center.

2003   2020

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

P4L

After you’d finished carving, JJ had done the honors of engraving the words with a heated piece of metal, burning the words forever into the oak. The four of you raised a beer to John B, hoping that he could feel you wherever he was.

You’d branched off afterwards, something that never happened before but you’d grown accustomed to the odd dynamic between the group now. You all tried your hardest to ignore it or remedy it but it was useless. 

Pope was sitting on a log, staring at the fire JJ had started. JJ was swinging in the hammock as you made your way over to Kiara, who was sitting on the steps of The Chateau.

“Hey. You alright?” You asked, sitting down next to the girl as she took a sip of her beer, humming in response.

“As alright as I can be, I guess.” She replied almost despondently. You were all grieving in your own ways but something about Kiara’s grief didn’t seem like grief. It was like she was dealing with some other conflicting emotions on top of it all. “You and JJ have been keeping this place up, huh? I can actually see wood on the floor.” She joked lightly.

You chuckled in response. “Yeah... yeah, we’re trying. The place is one kick away from collapsing but it’s a home, nonetheless.”

“Have you been home? Since…” You nodded your head at the girl’s question, staring down at your sneakers.

“...Once or twice just to steal some shit to pawn off. I don’t really care for anything in that house anymore. Or anyone…” Kiara simply drew her lips into a thin line, nodding silently with no clue as to how to continue the conversation. So, you took the initiative for her. “How’ve you been? With your parents? Pope?”

She just grimaced and shrugged, playing with the rim of the open beer bottle. “They’re... going, I suppose. My parents don’t even know I’m here right now. If they did…” She trailed off, scoffing. “And Pope, I don’t know. He’s sweet, he’s just not…” She trailed off once again, but this time it was like she knew what she wanted to say but it was almost as if she couldn’t. Wouldn’t. She seemed weary, hesitant — eyes fleeting between your own and the blades of grass beneath her feet. “Whatever. Forget it. Me and Pope are figuring it out, I guess. I’m trying to give it a chance.”

“That’s good.” You smiled smally, nodding absentmindedly. “If it helps, he really does like you. So, even if you two don’t work out, just let him down easy. He’s our friend and a really good guy.” She simply nodded, taking another swig of her beverage and looking out into the distance. Suddenly, she was standing from the steps, hands on her knees.

“I’m gonna go get another beer...” She sighed before walking back inside.

Maybe you were reading too much into it but Kiara’s grief was seeming more like a cold shoulder...

“YOU WARM ENOUGH, POPE?” You inquired, sitting next to the boy on the log, him shooting you a small smile before returning his gaze to the flames in front of him. The fire casting an amber glow over his skin, making his eyes seem browner, almost softer. 

“Yeah, a little too hot.” He chuckled lightly, leaning back further onto the wooden seat, placing his hands behind him for support. “...I meant to ask, is JJ okay? Like, actually?” He asked with a bit of hesitance, eyeing the blonde swaying calmly on the hammock. You followed his sights, spotting JJ swaying lowly before turning back to Pope.

“He’s…doing better than I expected. But that goes for all of us, I suppose.” You offered honestly. “Why’d you ask?” You questioned, to which Pope shrugged one shoulder before replying.

“I know John B was a really big part of his life. If I was as close as those two, I don’t know how I’d feel. I know we haven’t been around much, Kie and I, but he just seems…too calm.” You didn’t know how to tell Pope that JJ was far from fine. That you’d hear him crying at night, muffled as he tried to wake you not knowing that you couldn’t sleep knowing he was outside the door crying and you couldn’t do anything to comfort him.

You’d tried asking him about it yourself. He simply acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about and you weren't one to push him. Not now, at least.

“He’s handling it all in his own way.” You reassured with mild uncertainty. “But I’ll keep an eye on him. How are you, though?”

The boy drew his lips into a thin line, tilting his head to the side in thought before shrugging and looking out at the fire in front of him. “I…don’t know.” He struggled out, almost as if he wasn’t completely sure of the words but also unsure if he was truly unsure. His brown eyes met yours, slightly glassed over with frustrated tears. “I really just don’t know.”

You gave him a pitiful smile before scooting closer and throwing your arm over his shoulders. The two of you sat in warm, content silence. In all your time of knowing Pope, he was never either fully closed off or openly emotional. He was the definition of a ticking time bomb — bottling everything up until he reached a certain breaking point. But this time, you’d figured he’d had all the meltdowns he could. 

AS YOU APPROACHED THE HAMMOCK, another figure became clear next to JJ’s — Marley curled up in a sleeping ball of fur next to the blonde. You chuckled under your breath at the sight, nudging the swing with your knee to prompt JJ to open his eyes. The boy peeked one eye open before the other, eyes fleeting the yard at Pope and Kiara’s frames talking at the bonfire before returning to yours. 

You took a seat on the grass in front of the hammock, looking up at JJ as he made the small effort to turn on his side to look down at you without disturbing the peaceful animal beside him. 

“Done being the group therapist?” He yawned, pushing the blonde locs of hair out of his face. You simply shrugged, rubbing a hand across your forehead. 

“Yeah, my office is closed.” You sighed, leaning back on your palms — small pebbles and mulch chips digging into them but you were too tired to care. “But you know I’m always willing to listen for you.” You said playfully, shooting the blonde a wink. He giggled in response, leaning forward in the hammock with one hand clutching it for support.

“You promised no pushing.” He mumbled sleepily.

“I’m not pushing.” You assured, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I’m just... politely suggesting that you open up to your best friend, is all.” You shrugged nonchalantly, pretending to pick at your nails. 

“Right...how about we do a little switch-a-roo then, hm?” He threw out, shifting around once more in the hammock, eyes piercing yours. “How have you been? With everything. Bree, your mom…” He trailed off, eyes never leaving yours even though you avoided eye contact the moment he started listing issues. “I mean, The Chateau is nothing compared to your beachfront palace in Kooklandia. You gotta miss it sometimes. You’re telling me you never think about goin' home?”

You snarled, shrugging off his statement. “This is my home.” You declared, drifting your eyes upwards to connect with his, the amber glow of the bonfire making his eyes appear more green-toned than blue. “I never wanted to move to Figure Eight in the first place. I didn’t care about the ocean view or the fact that our living room and kitchen didn’t have to be one room anymore.” You explained, drawing shapes into the dirt. “I feel safe here.” You muttered. “I feel safer with you guys...”

He simply hummed and nodded in agreement. “I get that.” He sighed. “I feel the same about my house. I don’t really care that all my shit is there and that I have to sneak back and forth to get what I need. My dad… he makes me hate that house. And I hate myself for being able to hate the house because of him but not being able to hate him.”

“He’s your dad, though. It’s understandable. You feel like you should love him no matter what.”

“...Do you hate your mom?” You paused your drawing in the dirt to peer up at JJ through your lashes, his eyes wide and wondering. The question caused you to feel a way you’d never felt before. It was such a loaded question and even with everything that happened, you figured the answer should be easy but...it wasn’t. Saying that you hated your mother felt like venom on your tongue. Even if you knew you had every right to say that you did.

“No.” You sighed, tucking your hair behind your ears. “But, it’s like, I don’t love her either. I just…don’t recognize her anymore. In my eyes, she’s not my mother. But in my heart, she is and always will be. And I hate that.”

The two of you fell into silence after that, the only sound being cicadas and crickets. You directed your gaze up to the sky, counting the stars and silently acknowledging constellations while JJ kicked one leg out to swing the hammock gently as he stared up as well.

You figured the conversation ended there. It was getting late and you’d scored a babysitting gig for tomorrow that was paying good money. So, you figured heading to bed now was ideal because being late wasn't. You sighed, hands slapping your knees as you stood up with a groan, stretching as JJ’s eyes drifted to your frame.

“Well, I think my social battery has officially died.” You yawned, stepping closer to the blonde to ruffle his fluffy head of hair. “Night, blond-” You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence before JJ’s hand was wrapping itself around your wrist, pulling you down until your faces were just centimeters apart, him taking the opportunity to connect your lips with his, placing his free hand on the nape of your neck.

Your eyes went impossibly wide as the blonde pressed his lips to yours firmly, his eyes closed blissfully. A normal, friendly reaction would be to push him away, to say that you shouldn’t be doing this. But the way he was kissing you..

It was like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

From the way his fingers dug into your skin to the amount of force he was using to hold you in place.

Something in you suddenly relaxed, allowing you to close your own eyes and move your lips to kiss him back. Your lips moved in perfect sync with his for the moment. But you figured it would be nothing but. This was JJ, your best friend. He knew you like the back of his-

Oh. Oh, God. You were kissing your best friend. You were kissing JJ. 

You pulled back so fast you nearly stumbled over your own feet, head whipping around in panic to find Kie and Pope still engulfed in their own conversation before turning back to the starstruck blonde in front you. His hair was messy and his lips were swollen with a deep shade of red blooming within the lower one. His own blue eyes were wide but you didn’t know for what reason. 

You just looked at each other with an unknown expression. Terror? Confusion?

Neither of you said anything, just stared at each other, panting in panic. Your heart was beating wildly out of your chest prompting you to adjust the neckline of your top away from your throat, the material suddenly feeling constricting.

You didn’t know what else to do so you did the only thing you could do.

Swallowing harshly and touching your aching, wet lips, you swiftly walked off in the direction of The Chateau. The last thing you heard was JJ call out your name one, heart aching time before the door of The Chateau closed behind you.

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(sooo finally did it, sorry for posting late! just a fair warning, this is super sad, so read with discretion. also not proof read)

Just a Man

Sirius Black was pathetic.

Nothing more than a man who found delight in people's suffering.

In your suffering.

So you ended it with him. You did not know how, did not know where the strength and courage came from to put yourself first, yet you did know that the infatuation, the excitement that Sirius Black was, it faded. Like a mere illusion.

It was as if you woke up one day from a dream, or was it a nightmare? Is it possible for an experience to be both?

Every connection with him was cut off. You no longer talked to his friends, no longer possessed his shirts and vinyl albums and jewelry he had gifted you. You put it all in a box and left it outside his door.

It sounds as if it was easy, just leaving him in a heartbeat. Not loving him anymore. It was not easy, no. It was a battle. A battle with him, yes, because he refused to let go. But a battle with your heart too, because it refused to let go of him. Hope still lingered that perhaps all those things he would whisper to you in the midst of lust or drunkeness were true, were statements that he meant deeply.

You knew he didn't.

That's why you left.

But he couldn't leave you.

That is why Sirius Black was pathetic.

-♡-

The glow of the streetlight near to your apartment slid through the cracks of your window's blinds whilst you lied on your bed, reading a book that you had only begun a couple days beforehand.

Ticking of the clock that rested on your bedside table would distract you from your reading, reminding you that it was nearing midnight and you needed to get sufficient rest to make sure you would wake up the next day early enough to do everything you wanted to do.

However, the book was too captivating.

A knock on the door, followed by the shouting of your name finally dragged you away from the novel.

You knew who it was.

You hoped it wasn't him.

But you knew it would be.

You walked out of your bedroom and into the living room, where your front door was being abused by a repeated knocking.

Exasperated, you unlocked it and only opened the door by a smidge, a little crack showing two familiar faces.

Peter Pettigrew, holding up Sirius like a broken doll.

"No." You protested before Peter could even utter out a word.

The man sighed as he begged you silently with his eyes to listen to him whilst Sirius swayed where he stood.

"He keeps shouting your name."

"So?"

Peter scoffed.

"So he wants to talk to you, and he won't rest until he does."

"This is the fourth time this month, Peter." You spoke through gritted teeth, your patience running very thin.

"And it won't happen again. Promise."

It was an empty promise. Of course it was. Any promise made on Sirius' behalf always failed to come to fruition.

Yet before you could say anything further, Sirius murmured your name with his head hung low, seemingly too inebriated to recognise the door in front of him.

"I can't do this again, Peter. I want to move on." Subconsciously, you opened the door a bit further, the creaking noise gathering the attention of Sirius, who rose his head and widened his eyes when he saw your face.

He smiled widely, drunkenly, and cheered your name as if you were the answer to his prayers.

"I'll pick him up in the morning." Peter rushed his words out and left, making Sirius stumble in his footing and instead balance on the wall beside him, leaning against it as he grinned at you.

You sighed and fully opened the door, wrapping your arm around Sirius' back as you helped walk him into your apartment.

"Hello, my love." He murmured into your ear, the smell of vodka and cheap beer wafting into your nose as he leaned down to you.

You scowled and dropped him on your sofa, going to walk away to the kitchen to get him a drink of water before he held tightly onto your wrist.

"Where are you going?" Sirius pouted, like a spoilt child.

"Kitchen. Need to get you some water." You replied simply, and walked away when Sirius begrudgingly let go of your wrist.

The trinkle of water into the glass was not loud enough to cover Sirius' shouting as you stood by the sink, sighing as he spoke.

"Y-You would never beli-believed what happened to me tonight." Sirius slurred, turning around on the couch to face the kitchen.

"This girl, some random girl, came up to me and started- just started flirting!" He gasped out, shocked for some reason whilst you walked towards him with a glass in your hand.

"So, so I told her I have a girlfriend--"

"You don't have a girlfriend, Sirius." You placed the glass of water down in front of him and walked behind the couch.

The man grinned and rolled his head back, gazing at you with that typical arrogant, dangerous look.

"Yeah, but, I will do."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you crossed your arms.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Sirius leaned forward and took a sip of his water, humming as he drank it, and placed it back down as he turned to face you.

"Well, whatever thing you're going through now, you-you'll snap out of it soon." He smiled and ran his hand through his hair.

"And we'll be back together like nothing happened."

You scoffed and walked away from him, tired of his naivety.

"No, we won't."

Sirius chuckled and stood up from the couch, following after you.

"Hey, where you going, darling?"

"I'm not your darling!" You snapped, turning around to face him.

Rage filled your bones with the energy of your broken heart as you stared at Sirius, who only appeared perplexed, as if your reaction was unwarranted.

"I'm not your love, I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your safety net to fall back on whenever you're bored and desperate and alone." You stepped towards him, watching as his eyes became clearer and his back straighter.

"I will never be any of those things ever again, because I don't love you anymore."

That hit something within him, Sirius appearing to become sober and shocked. And finally hurt by you. Finally he knew the feeling of rejection, of not being good enough.

"Y-you don't love me?"

You shook your head, willing away the tears building up in your eyes as Sirius' hands lifted to hold your face, but then staying in the air as if they did not know where to go anymore.

"I don't love you. Not anymore. Now that I know you're nothing special."

Perhaps that was too far, too cruel, but you wanted him to experience the same feelings you felt whenever he would complain about you to his friends, whenever he would flirt with other girls, whenever he would ignore you like you meant nothing to him.

You could see in his eyes that his would crumbled, could hear the shattering of his heart as he stumbled back.

"But you... you don't mean that." Sirius sniffed, chuckling dejectedly as he stated into your eyes. He half-expected you to laugh and say it was all a joke, or to beg for his forgiveness and hold him in your arms until the morning.

After all, he only came to your apartment for your warm and familiar embrace. An embrace that made him feel safe and loved.

"I do mean it. I've never meant anything more. I don't love you, and I want you to go."

Sirius shook his head, a tear slipping from his eye.

"No."

"Sirius, leave."

A sob broke out of him before he knelt on the ground before you and hugged your body, clinging desperately onto you as he cried.

"No, I don't want to leave, I-I..." He couldn't form words properly, sobbing with the overwhelming emotions of sadness overtook him.

"I can't leave you."

You shut your eyes, holding your head up as you fought the strong urge to sink to the floor and kiss away his tears.

"Please, Sirius. If you... if you feel anything towards me at all, please go away."

The man turned silent, his hold on your body slipping away slowly as he remained knelt on the floor.

The sight reminded you that he wasn't a saint, a god, a dreamer with the purpose of putting a little excitement into your life.

He was just a man. Nothing more. Nothing special.

Sirius stood up, his cheeks wet and his eyes red whilst he avoided looking at you.

He nodded, appearing to respect your wish as he began to walk away.

He took slow steps towards the door, leaving you frozen in place as you watched him walk away.

Before he opened the door, before he could go away for good, he turned back to you.

"I'm sorry."

Then the door opened, and shut.

And you cried.

You did not know why, perhaps it was the overwhelming emotions of relief and misery and love that made you crumble and cry, yet you did know that with every tear, every smile, every laugh and every frown; none of it would be as strong as it was with him.

-♡-

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[lau219]

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Part 10

Previous part here

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Stacy: Sure, no problem. Are you ok? Do you want me to talk to him?

Y/N read Stacy’s text message response before quickly typing out a reply. She’d messaged Stacy, explaining that she and Emmett had gotten in a pretty bad argument the previous night, and asking her if she could please come and get the boys and watch them at her house tomorrow, and for the next several nights. Y/N had no idea what she’d do after then, but she was just focused on the immediate future for the time being.

Y/N: No, that’s ok, thanks. I think we just need to have some distance between us for a while. I’m so sorry to ask you, but I didn’t know what else to do.

Stacy: Don’t worry; it’s totally fine. But just for the record, I think you two will come to an understanding much quicker if you just talk rather than avoid each other.

Y/N: Thanks, I’ll think about it.

Y/N set her phone back down on the nightstand after closing out of Stacy’s message and still not responding to the one Emmett had sent her earlier that day asking her if they could talk. She hadn’t answered the phone the two times he’d tried calling her, either.

Now early evening, she was starving, as she’d stayed holed up in her room all day watching TV to avoid being seen by him through her downstairs windows. But as it began to feel like her stomach was eating itself, she discreetly made her way downstairs and into the kitchen, hoping he wouldn’t happen to see her from across the driveway.

After what happened in her kitchen the previous night, she’d completely avoided Emmett after dashing back outside. She was both absolutely mortified, as well as completely confused, and she hadn’t even fully believed that what had happened actually happened, until she’d changed her clothes later on and the proof of their little rendezvous was evident on her panties. She’d blushed every possible shade of red as she’d dropped them in the washing machine, and she couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror, which was still the case today.

She was mortified because she couldn’t believe how easily she’d given in the second Emmett had grabbed her. Despite the way he’d spoken to her, the pull she felt to him was irresistible, and as soon as his lips had touched hers, she’d only wanted more. It was pathetic how easily she’d melted.

But it was also just such an awkward situation. They had still been fighting literally as they were having sex, and she’d willingly given in to the possessiveness and control Emmett had shown, and she was so embarrassed by how turned on she’d been. She couldn’t get the feel of his hands on her or the sound of his voice out of her head.

But she also couldn’t understand why it had happened at all, and why Emmett was so upset that she had agreed to Stacy’s set up when he had neither said nor done anything else prior to their little encounter to show that he was interested in her. She figured it was some weird, territorial guy thing – he didn’t want her, but he didn’t want anyone else to have her. Well, she wasn’t interested in any of the drama or heartache that came with that scenario. She refused to be in another situation where she hoped for bliss but was treated like garbage. If he didn’t want her, then he couldn’t have her.

Now, she just had to try and get rid of her unreciprocated feelings.

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Emmett had been completely restless since the moment Y/N had walked out on him the night prior. They’d been interrupted before he’d had a chance to explain anything to her, and after going back outside to the party, she’d made sure there was at least five yards of space between them for the rest of the night. Any time it was evident he was going to try to approach her to talk, Y/N moved away, her face flushing and refusing to meet his eyes as she wove her way around people and tables. Eventually, she’d called it a night and gone back inside her house, turning off every light, and when he’d tried to get in touch with her several times today, he got no response. He wasn’t even sure if she was home now, as there’d been no sign of life at her house all day.

He figured she was confused, and he couldn’t blame her. Remembering how she’d said that it was obvious he wanted nothing to do with her, he realized that the way he’d gone from pulling back to then suddenly being jealous, scolding her, and kissing her wouldn’t make much sense to anybody.

Well, he’d done a lot more than just kiss her, and as wild as the situation had been, Emmett couldn’t help but still be insanely turned on by the entire thing. He’d been on the verge of grabbing her the whole night, and once he’d heard about her date and had her alone in that kitchen, he wasn’t leaving, no matter how mad at him she was.

He knew he’d been out of line with how he’d spoken to her, but in the moment, he’d been too wrapped up in jealousy to care, and something between them drew out a side of him that wanted nothing more than to both worship her and put her in her place at the same time. He couldn’t get the feel of her body against his or the sound of her desperate little gasps out of his head, and that, combined with how he felt about her, was making this silent treatment she was giving him unbearable. He needed to talk to her so that they could clear things up, and if she wasn’t going to answer her phone, he’d have to figure something else out.

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Y/N was incredibly grateful when Monday finally rolled around and she had the distraction of work to keep her from thinking about Emmett too much. They still hadn’t spoken or seen each other, and she’d asked Stacy to come up with some explanation to tell Henry and Max as to why Y/N wouldn’t be around for them this week.

After returning to the ER after lunch, Y/N was quickly approached by Melissa, who hastily handed her a blood pressure cuff as she spoke.

“There’s a guy in Bay 12 with a bad laceration on his arm, but I just got called over to help prep for an emergency surgery. Can you go see him?”

“Sure,” Y/N replied as she put her stethoscope around her neck. “Any other info on this guy?”

“No,” Melissa shook her head. “He just got here; reception is still entering his intake form.”

“Ok,” Y/N replied as she picked up an exam clipboard. “Go ahead; I’ve got it.”

“Thanks,” Melissa smiled at her and then headed off through the double doors.

Walking down the hallway to the end of the large room, Y/N stopped in front of Bay 12 and looked down at the clipboard in her hand as she reached up with her other hand to grab the privacy curtain. Her head still down, she pulled the curtain back slightly and stepped into the bay, beginning to speak as she readjusted the piece of paper on her clipboard.

“Ok, so, I understand you hurt your arm,” she started. “Let’s have a look.”

As she finished her sentence, Y/N finally lifted her head, and her heart dropped into her stomach when she saw Emmett sitting on the edge of the hospital bed in front of her. There was a moment of silence as their eyes met and she registered that it was him, and when she spoke, her throat suddenly felt very dry.

“I’m gonna go get someone else to help you,” she said, and she began to turn again.

“Y/N, wait,” Emmett said, and she stopped. “Please, will you just do it? I’ve already been sitting here for 30 minutes and this hurts like hell.”

Facing him once more, Y/N looked at him for a moment. He was holding a paper towel to his forearm, and despite how badly she wanted to get out of there, she knew she couldn’t leave him if he really was hurt. Inhaling a deep breath, she set the clipboard down on the counter before she silently walked up to Emmett and stopped beside him at the bed. Avoiding his eyes, she opened the drawer of the nearby cabinet and pulled out some rubber gloves, feeling him watching her as she put them on. It was silent for a moment, and then Emmett spoke.

“Y/N, listen, the other night—" he began as he looked at her, her head still down. But she cut him off before he could finish.

“Sorry, there’s no talking allowed back here,” she said, shaking her head as she pulled some cleansing pads and gauze from the drawer. She still refused to meet his eyes.

“Y/N, we need to ta—”

“Shhh!” she cut him off again, her face burning with embarrassment.

“You’re gonna have to talk to me eventually,” he said.

She just shook her head and pursed her lips, saying nothing as she gingerly gripped his hand and lifted it along with the paper towel he was holding to his forearm. But upon revealing his arm, she saw that he had nothing more than a small scratch that had barely even drawn blood, let alone required an ER visit. Lifting her head slowly, she narrowed her eyes at him as she realized the trick he’d played.

“You wouldn’t answer my calls,” he said by way of explanation, but Y/N just narrowed her eyes again.

“You can leave the same way you came in,” she said as she pulled off her gloves. She would kill Melissa for helping him pull this little stunt and sending her to see him.

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me,” Emmett responded.

“Then you’re gonna be here a while,” Y/N replied, and she began to turn around. But before she could take a full step, Emmett reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“We need to talk about what happened the other night,” he said.

She shook her head feverishly.

“No, we don’t. We never need to talk about it. In fact, forget it even happened.”

Emmett looked her in the eyes.

“There’s no way I’m ever going to forget it,” he said. “And I don’t want to.”

Y/N felt the blush creep from the base of her throat to the roots of her hair.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked him, pulling her wrist out of his grasp. “Haven’t you embarrassed me enough?”

“I’m not trying to embarrass you,” Emmett said. “I’m trying to explain myself.”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Y/N replied. “I know it was just some territorial thing. But if you don’t want me, then you don’t get to do that.”

“Who said I don’t want you?” Emmett responded, looking into her eyes.

Y/N’s heart pounded as she stared back at him, speechless.

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured,” Emmett began explaining. “I know what you’ve been through, and even though it seemed like we were on the same page, I didn’t know for sure, and so I thought I should give you space.” He paused. “But then, I found out you agreed to Stacy’s set up.”

Turning, Y/N began to put the supplies she’d retrieved back in the drawer, not looking at him.

“Yes, I did, but not because I wanted to,” she said.

“Then why did you?” Emmett asked her.

Y/N turned back towards him but looked down at the floor.

“I was trying to get over you,” she replied quietly. “I thought maybe something was…happening with us, but then you got distant, and so I figured you decided you didn’t really want me.”

At that, Emmett reached out and gently grabbed her hand, and Y/N lifted her head to look at him.

“That couldn’t be further from the truth,” he said to her.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as they looked at each other and he pulled her slightly closer.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he continued, his voice lowered, conscious of the fact of where they were, but needing to tell her nonetheless. “And if anything I did made you question that or start putting yourself down, then I need to know how to convince you that you’re perfect, because I know how you talk down to yourself.”

Y/N blushed and shook her head, unsure how to respond. Absentmindedly, she began moving her hand around in his, their fingers playing together as she looked down.

“I’m not perfect,” she said quietly. “Not even close.”

Emmett pulled her even closer, bringing her between his legs before tugging his hand out of hers and instead lifting it to her face. As he cupped her cheek, he could feel the heat from her blush as he looked into her eyes.

“A woman who’s completely selfless, warm, loving to a fault, and sexy?” he raised his eyebrows and paused for emphasis. “I think that’s the definition of perfect.”

Y/N’s heart was pounding so hard that she guessed the thumping of her chest was visible under her scrub top. Emmett then gave her a small smile as he quickly looked down at her lips, and then back up to her eyes again.

“The added fact that you’re a sassy little piece of work just means there’s never a dull moment,” he finished.

Y/N’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red as she remembered how he’d called her sassy as he’d been between her legs in her kitchen the other night. She could tell from the look in his eyes that he was remembering the same moment, but before she could let herself get any more embarrassed, Emmett pulled her the rest of the way to him and gently placed his lips on hers.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her, and when he slipped his other arm around her waist, she lifted a hand and braced it on his chest. Kissing him, his arm around her, felt like finally arriving somewhere she was meant to be, and she didn’t want it to end. When Emmett eventually pulled back, he smiled again as she opened her eyes.

“I know you hate having me as a neighbor, my hands are never clean enough, and you’re a better parent to my own kids than I am, but is there any chance you’d consider canceling that blind date?” he said to her.

But Y/N suddenly frowned and looked at him in disbelief.

“What are you talking about?” she asked him incredulously. “You are an amazing father.”

Emmett just scoffed and shook his head.

“You are,” Y/N said. “Emmett, the fact that you have raised them on your own for this long, and they have turned into such wonderful kids, is just proof of how amazing of a father you are. I know firsthand how hard you work, and how much you’re there for them. If you think you’re not doing a great job, then maybe I should send you down the hall to have an MRI, because clearly, there’s something wrong in your head.”

At that, Emmett breathed out a laugh and pulled her closer again.

“How can you put yourself down so much but then say something like that about me?” he asked her.

“Because it’s true,” she replied as she looked at him. “You’re teaching them to be just as hardworking, kind, and good as you are. I’ve seen it. And if you weren’t so great, they wouldn’t be, either. But they are.”

Emmett squeezed her waist as he looked at her.

“You realize the impact you’ve had on them?” he said. “They adore you.”

The love was obvious in Y/N’s eyes.

“I’m sorry if I’ve ever overstepped,” she said gently. “But I just can’t help but want to take care of them.”

Emmett didn’t know how it was possible for someone to be so incredible, but he did know that he would do whatever he could to try and show her how amazing she was.

“What about you?” he said. “If you ask me, it’s about time someone took care of you.” When she opened her mouth to protest, Emmett continued before she could say anything.

“And don’t you dare say you’re not important,” he said.

Y/N pursed her lips, as that was exactly what she was about to say.

“We’re gonna have to fix that,” Emmett finished, referring to the way she belittled herself.

He then pulled her closer once more and kissed her again, and as Y/N leaned into him, his hands rested on her hips. After a moment, he pulled away just enough for their lips to part, and he spoke again.

“Come over tonight,” he said, his voice quiet but heavy. “No expectations – I just want to be around you.”

Y/N’s heart was pounding again.

“What about the boys?” she said, her voice a little breathy.

“I’ll ask Stacy to keep ‘em tonight...or for the next month.”

Y/N giggled, and then she looked down at Emmett’s arm and ran her finger over the small scratch he had.

“I don’t know if you’re in any kind of shape for visitors,” she said teasingly. “You’ve been through quite the trauma here.”

“If it’s as bad as you say, then I definitely shouldn’t be alone,” he replied, playing along. “Do you make house calls?”

“Not usually,” Y/N said. She reached over to the counter and picked up a discharge sheet, gently shoving it into his chest and then pulling away from him. As she drew back the privacy curtain and stepped back into the hallway, she spoke once more, giving him a coy little smile before she turned away.

“But I’m willing to make an exception,” she said.

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[stop-talking]

How do you think jhutch characters would handle a baby?

I'm not quite sure if you're asking "what would they do if you handed them a baby" or "what would they do if you told them you're pregnant" but I'm gonna assume you meant the latter. (feel free to send another request if I got it wrong)

Ranking Jhutch characters from worst to best fathers:

Billy

☆ Would play dumb when you hand him the pregnancy test.

☆ "What's this? Oh, you're pregnant? Can't be mine. My pull-out game is too strong." (literally has NO pull-out game, refuses to use condoms because he "can't feel" with them on)

☆ Basically ghosts you until the paternity test proves it's his. Then he actually ghosts you.

☆ Drops off the face of the fucking Earth for years. Doesn't pay a dime in child support.

☆ Maybe he comes back like 3 years later drunk and demanding to see "his" kid idk. Literally the worst.

Derek

☆ Honestly I headcannon he had a vasectomy at like 24-25.

☆ His mom hit him up once she heard about his prostitute scandals and chewed him out. Gave him "the talk" even though he's a grown ass man... finally got him to get snipped when she brought up the possibility of paying income-based child support for 18 years.

☆ Assuming he doesn't have one, though...

☆ He'd initially be mad and blame you. "I thought you were on the pill!!"

☆ Then he'd be like "Is it too late to... you know... get rid of it?" (and kind of dance around the subject because he's too much of a wimp to just say the word abortion)

☆ Wallace and his mom would both force him to get his shit together and apologize. Eventually he'd come to terms with the fact he's gonna be a dad.

☆ He'd be the kind of bastard to throw an over-the-top gender reveal party. The kind that burns down half of California or pollutes a major water channel.

☆ I think he'd be a really good girl dad. He'd let her paint his nails and stuff. Spoil her. <3

☆ He would treat a son completely differently. Teach him to "be a man" or whatever when he's still learning to walk. Force him into random ass sports.

☆ He'd have them mostly taken care of by a nanny. That's probably how he was raised, anyways. Derek Danforth is NOT changing a diaper.

Futturman

☆ Whether we're talking pre-show or post-show, he'd freak the fuck out if you handed him a positive pregnancy test. I'm talking full-on pass out.

☆ Pre-show Josh would be like "Babe we can NOT afford a baby I literally live at home with my parents and work as a janitor."

☆ His parents would be so crazy supportive though. They've been hinting that they want grandkids for YEARS.

☆ They literally clear out a room IMMIDEATELY after hearing the news and offer it to you to use as a nursery.

☆ His mom buys you more baby clothes than you could possibly need. His dad builds a crib from scratch.

☆ Overall Josh is stressed asf but he does his best to be there for you, and his parents are OVERWHELMIGLY supportive.

☆ Post-show Josh, on the other hand, doesn't have that support. But he's survived unspeakable horrors across multiple dimensions, how hard could a baby be?

☆ Extremely hard, apparently. One day he just loses it and makes a huge decision without asking you.

☆ "Josh WTF happened to our savings??"

☆ "TRUST ME BABE we need to invest in Apple!!"

☆ You're pissed but it pays off in a few years and you're both able to live comfortably.

☆ Then in 2015-ish he did the same thing again, pouring all your savings into bitcoin. This time you SWEAR you're going to leave him, but it all pays out in the end. He gets your kid through college with that money.

☆ Overall he's a really good father, too. He had great parents, and even if he's not experienced with kids, he's naturally a very caring and attentive person.

Mike

☆ Cries when he sees the pregnancy test. He's not even sure if it's happy or sad tears.

☆ Gets sick to his stomach overthinking about how he's going to be a terrible father. His dad walked out on him, so he has literally no idea how to act.

☆ Abby, on the other hand, is absolutely delighted. She's always wanted a "little sister". Mike has to remind her that technically it's her niece. Or nephew. There's no guarantee on the gender yet.

☆ Eventually he comes to terms with it all. He's taken care of Abby for ten years, he isn't completely clueless.

☆ Takes you to all of your Dr.'s appointments, checkups, etc. Holds your hand. Makes all of your weird pregnancy cravings and doesn't judge.

☆ After the birth, he lets you rest. Nearly works himself to death trying to take care of the baby all on his own because he wants you to recover.

☆ I'm talking getting up bleary-eyed at 2am every night to microwave some formula and feed the baby. After working a 10 hour shift.

☆ Pulls the "I have a baby on the way" card at work in an attempt to get a raise. It works, thankfully. (In the novel version of the movie; it says he gets a job as a contractor at the end. So hopefully he can afford a kid...)

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[Remember: these are just MY headcannons. If you think differently that's fine. I didn't include Clapton because he's literally in highschool... and we all know Peeta is an amazing father.]

#josh hutcherson #derek danforth #mike schmidt #the beekeeper #fnaf movie #josh futturman #josh futterman #future man #future man 2017 #billy burn #burn movie 2019

[hrryshoney]

Ignore me if I’m too insane pls but all the training talk has me sick in the head

gyno!matty sticking his fingers in her mouth to choke her every time she cums to train her into cumming just from sucking him off 🚶

anon when i read this i had to scream out loud. ur never too insane! this idea so goes hand in hand w my other training wip (gyno matty using a clicker every time girlie cums so she can cum on command lol) so let’s talk abt it

You don’t know what got into Matty, but you were thanking God for whatever it was. For the last couple weeks, every time you had sex, Matty would talk about training you. How you were his sweet bunny that he wanted to control. And you didn’t mind any of it. Especially right now.

Matty was fucking you within an inch of your life, pounding into your cunt relentlessly. You had already cum once, and you could feel pleasure washing over you in waves again. Basically on the brink of overstimulation. His thumb found your clit, and he began to rub tight circles. Your head fell back as you opened your mouth in a silent moan.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, along with the lewd wet noises of him filling you. Both of your moans creating a melody together. “My good fucking girl. Just lay there and take it.” Matty’s hands hooked under your thighs, practically folding you as he pushed them against your chest. The new angle made him feel even deeper, and you swore you could cum right there. You clenched around his cock, a burn in your legs from the new stretch.

He continued to thrust into you, dick twitching inside of you. He pinched your clit, other hand moving to stimulate your nipples as he leaned his body weight down to keep you in position. “Doctor- I’m gonna cum, please let me.” You waited for his permission, whole body tensing. Matty refused to let up, now picking up his pace.

“Go ahead, bunny.” He nodded, laser focused on making you feel good. He could tell you were coming just from the look on your face, an expression he’d come to memorize because of how much he loved it. He tapped your cheek, and your mouth fell open. As you fell over the edge, Matty shoved two of his big fingers in your mouth. His hand silenced your incessant moans. It might have made you gag before you knew him, but you were accustomed to the feeling of him touching the back of your throat now. It wasn’t the first time he did this in the past few nights. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

You closed your mouth around his fingers when you were snapped out of your daze, swirling your tongue around the digits. Holding eye contact, fluttering your lashes as your warm mouth enveloped him. Matty’s hips stuttered as he groaned, and you felt his cum fill you. His hands came to the crease of your thighs as he pulled out, you winced. He kept your legs in their position against your chest, pushing you back a bit as if to keep his cum inside of you.

You interrupted his staring with a question. “Why do you keep doing that?” You said, an inquisitive tone taking over your voice. You didn’t sound mad by any means, just curious.

“Doing what?” Matty’s lips went into a frown, but he was still focused on your core. He trailed his thumb to graze over your clit, and you let out a gasp.

“Every-” You were cut off by your own moan as Matty’s fingers continued to circle your wretched cunt. “Every time I cum, or at least for the past few days, you put your fingers in my mouth.” You explained breathlessly. A blissed out expression falling across your face.

Matty chuckled, “Smart girl.” He pushed his fingers inside of you, and they came out coated in a mixture of both of your juices. He licked his own fingers. “Just testing out an experiment. Be a good pet for your Doctor, you’ll find out what it is soon.” He joked, patting the top of your head condescendingly. You scoffed, hearing his giggle as he left the room to get a towel for you.

…

The next time he does it, he’s fingering you. The forgotten movie drones on in the background as you sink into your bed, his fingers hitting all the right spots inside of you. “So tight, s’like I never broke you in. Gotta relax if you wanna pass my exam, princess.” His voice is all cheekiness and teasing, a smirk taking over his face. You let your mouth hang open in a moan, your eyebrows furrowing.

You pulse around his big fingers, hole stretching to accommodate the size as he scissors his fingers inside of you. “Mhm, Doctor.” You sigh out, head falling to rest on his shoulder. When he pushes his fingers deeper inside of you and curls them, your hips buck off the bed. Your legs start to shake as the moans spill from your mouth.

“S’my spot, hm?” He smiles, pulling his fingers out to the knuckle before shoving them back inside of you. His thumb pushes down harshly on your clit, tracing an ‘M’ pattern repeatedly. Matty leans over, making you crane your neck from the relaxed position you were in. He lines his head up above your cunt, and spits directly onto where his fingers are disappearing inside of you.

You let out a choked moan as you watch the scene in front of you, letting your eyes flutter closed as you lay back against the pillow. You clench around him once more, “Please, Matty. I’m gonna cum.” You feel him nod against your neck, mop of curls atop his head bobbing as he does so.

“Come on, bunny. Show me how this cunt reacts to her Doctor finger fucking her, let go.” And Matty’s fingers curling mixed with his words make you fall over the edge. You clamp your mouth shut this time, but it doesn’t last for long. You feel the familiar caress of Matty’s free hand across your jaw, and you open your mouth before he even coaxes you with an ‘open up, princess.’ He sticks his fingers in your mouth, letting you gag around them as his other hand works you through your orgasm.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach as the pleasure courses through your body. You roll your hips over his hand, biting the inside of your cheek as he follows your movements. “Need you so bad, inside of me.” Matty pulls his digits out of you to spread your wetness through your slit, his own spit mixing through with the filth. Lewd sounds as he spanks your cunt with three fingers, twice. You yelp out, but can’t make any motion to move as tingles run through your body. Matty takes his fingers out of your mouth, and you let your teeth scrape them slightly.

He leaned in to kiss you, teeth clashing with his grip still tight on your jaw. “Okay, baby. I’ll give you what you want. Turn around, ass up.” You obey him without a thought, arousal already starting to seep out of you again when you see the bulge in his sweats.

…

You find out what Matty’s been playing at while you’re on your knees. He’s punishing you, for whatever reason. You’re too fucked out to remember. He already took you over his lap, edged you with his fingers and tongue, and made you grind on his thigh. Before he shoved you down onto your knees with a hand on your shoulder, he had you sitting on his cock and was playing with your clit. Every time you clenched around him, which was often, he stopped. Never letting you cum, you felt dizzy and dumb with pleasure. All you needed was release.

Now, Matty was towering over you even though he was sitting. You looked up at him through your lashes, his hard cock glistening in front of you. You let your nails scratch over his thigh in mindless patterns as you waited for his instruction. “Play with me. Better be good fuckin’ good, slut. Or I’ll just fill those pretty holes with my cum and leave you aching.” Your eyes went wide at his promise, so you made quick work.

You wrapped two hands around his thick cock, stroking him slowly. You could tell Matty was holding back groans, stopping his hips from bucking. He was already plenty wet from how your pussy was wrapped around him, so you wouldn’t have to use much spit. “I’m sorry, Doctor Healy.” You never took your eyes off his length, but your voice carried an airy tone.

“Show me, then. Go on, taste yourself on my cock.” You shuffled closer on your knees, and stuck your tongue out to kitten lick his tip. He was already leaking pre cum, his dick turning a light red color from how he was holding back. As you took him in your mouth, his hand caressed the back of your head softly. You closed your mouth, making sure to not scrape your teeth against him. Slowly taking more of him and swirling your tongue as you did so.

As you leaned forward on your knees, the open air hit your soaking pussy You clenched around nothing, holding back a moan as you continued to suck Matty off. You pulled off quickly to messily spit on his cock and kiss the tip. A guttural groan came from Matty’s chest as he continued to pet the back of your head. “Good pet, take me so fucking well. So glad I found you, my perfect little patient. Cock fits down your throat so well, and you’re so eager for it.” He rambled, your hand coming to squeeze his balls lightly. You saw his cock twitch, and you took him back into your mouth.

You took him about halfway down your throat, closing your free hand over the rest of his length and stroking. You brought your hand to your chest and tweaked your nipple as you worked him with your mouth. “Know you can take more of me, bunny. I’ve trained you up so well, show your Doctor what you’ve learned.” Matty pushed your head the rest of the way down his cock, almost making you gag around him from the suddenness.

As you took him in fully, you felt a rush of heat fall over your body. Your cunt tingled with a familiar sensation as he hit the back of your throat. You were so sensitive, and the mere sound of his voice had you clenching your thighs together. You pinched your nipple, trying to ground yourself. Were you really gonna cum from this? Just from having Matty take up your mouth?

Arousal was pouring out of you, your slick probably leaking on the wood floors beneath you. Matty thrusted his hips up into your mouth, effectively fucking his cock into your throat again. You had been so worked up from being edged earlier, and now you could feel yourself slipping. You whimpered around him. “Greedy baby, gonna cum just from having your mouth wrapped around me? You’re filthy. Go ahead, show me what a perfect little toy you are. How well you’re trained for me, bunny.” He groaned out through clenched teeth. Knowing you were the cause for his moans and dirty words sent you over the edge.

You moaned around his dick as you felt yourself falling apart, cunt clenching wildly as your hips chased the high of coming untouched. The vibrations of your groans had Matty squeezing his eyes shut and bucking to meet your movements. You were taken aback, too lost in your own pleasure. You pulled off of Matty quickly, careful to not choke. You felt your wetness dripping down your inner thighs, and your legs felt weak. “Oh my God.”

Matty gripped the back of your neck, pulling you back closer to him. “Open up.” You did as he said, and Matty inserted the tip of his cock in your mouth. He began to stroke himself, fist tightening around his cock as he continued the motions. Matty thrusted his hips up, coming in your mouth from touching himself. It didn’t take long, as he was already so worked up from your mouth. “Christ. So fucking good, princess.” You swallowed thickly, the taste of him sliding down your throat. You smiled and open your mouth wide, as if showing proof.

Matty leaned down to kiss the top of your head, pulling you into his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist. “Thank you, Doctor.” You giggled when he pressed a bunch of kisses to your temple.

He let his hands run over your stomach, lightly rubbing and squeezing your skin. “Did so good for me, pretty girl. I’m proud of you.” He said, earnestly. “Watching you cum just from sucking me off was so hot, s’exactly what I wanted.” He smiled at you sheepishly.

Your expression turned to one of confusion, still a smile graced your face. “What do you mean it’s what you wanted? Why didn’t you tell me, then? Coulda done it sooner.” You laughed, letting your hand fall over top of his own. Relief flooded Matty at your words, his skin tinted pink.

“Why do you think I had you practically choking over my fingers every time you came?” He asks you like you should’ve known sooner, and all the pieces fall together. You slap his chest and laugh.

“Matty! Oh my God, you weren’t fucking lying when you said an experiment.” You recalled your earlier conversation, now everything was making sense. He practically cackled at your words, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes. To say what he did wasn’t turning you on even more would be a lie. You zoned out a bit, and Matty knew that look.

He smirked, leaning in to nudge the curve of your neck with his nose. “You can go again already? I’ll need some more stamina to keep up with you, feel like an old man.” He pinched your hip, and heat warmed your face at his next words. “You really are my little bunny.”

#gyno!au #lord lord lord #i need to repent #🚶anon #sorry this is crazy #posting later than intended but i just kept adding filthy shit to it so

[shitpostdevil]

Am I Allowed to Cry?

(((SatoSugu one shot)))

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

My boredom's bone-deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

‘Why didn’t you chase him?’ 

The words echo in my mind, 

haunting me as I stare 

at the bare wall of my dorm room 

where photos used to stay. 

It was my responsibility as a jujutsu sorcerer 

to stop exactly what Suguru caused. 

His smile was so soft. 

He knew I wasn’t going to understand 

and he didn’t even try to convince me. 

He was always like that this last summer. 

Something in him changed after Amanai died. 

I’m pretty sure he had thought I was dead too 

from the look on his face 

when I walked into that room holding her corpse. 

I knew I had changed. 

Being on the brink of death will do that to a person. 

I grip my bedsheets, 

gritting my teeth at the tears 

that burned their way out of my eyes 

against my protest. 

All I remember after that is screaming 

until I heard Shoko’s voice.

“Give him space, 

get out of here! 

Gojo, hey, Gojo-”

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox

I'm seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

Do we still talk? 

It would be unwise to indulge the answer to that. 

How they haven’t found me out yet? 

I have no idea. 

They must trust their golden boy enough 

to not assume that he would be 

in the bed of a criminal after long missions, 

dressing my wounds, 

always stretching out the time. 

He explained himself. 

Adopted two little girls- 

I can’t blame him for doing what he did, 

but I would never say that out loud. 

This world is… horrible. 

We know that better than anyone I suppose.

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

Staring at my phone screen, 

my scrolling through pointless pictures 

paused by his text; 

When are you coming over next? 

Simple, but he always did get straight to the point. 

My finger absent-mindedly twirls 

around the black cat phone charm that he got for me- 

something I had claimed I’d won in a random gacha pull, 

but I knew the truth and that’s all that mattered. 

Part of me needed him with me, 

even if I couldn’t admit it. 

I want to drop everything and run to him 

every 

damn 

time. 

Soon. I text back, 

locking my phone and letting my arm drop, 

painted fingertips grazing over sheets 

he will never see again.

I keep these longings locked

In lowercase, inside a vault

Someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts

Only your actions talk

“How long are you going to do this, Gojo?” 

Shoko quizzes me, 

her face holds a touch of disapproval 

but not disappointment. 

I just look at her. 

Does she really expect me to give an answer for that? 

Until the day I die. 

I want to say. 

Want to scream.

I can’t even give an actual answer 

because all that would give is 

confirmation that I still see the ‘traitor’. 

She knows. 

She has to. 

She… saw how badly it broke me- 

feelings I never want to unleash again. 

“What are you talking about?” 

I finally ask, 

eyes begging her to drop it through sunglasses. 

She just pulls out her cigarette box silently, 

flipping the top open 

and holding it in my direction, offering. 

I take one.

These fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath

Taking all of me, we've already done it in my head

If it's make-believe

Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

“S-Satoru~” 

His liquor soaked breath stutters in the dark 

as I work my art on him, 

messy kisses to the insides of his thighs, 

leaving marks that will only be known to us. 

His hands are tangled in my hair loosely, 

tightening every moment he feels good. 

He refuses to be quiet, 

but I couldn’t complain. 

“A God amongst men, 

and you’re begging for me.” 

I state breathlessly, 

smirking up at him. 

He just hums in pure amusement.

“You always were so cocky~” 

he chides, 

hips bucking when my lips find his leaking head.

“You were saying?” I ask.

“Mm-mmm~” he says as he pushes my mouth onto his cock. 

I can’t help but give him what he wants.

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name

Building up like waves crashing over my grave

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

Shoko notices the hickey I tried my hardest to cover 

almost immediately. 

Deny. 

Deny. 

Deny. 

“The girl I was with wasn’t really as careful as I asked her to be.” 

I bluffed, laughing. 

Her eyes questioned deeper, 

but not her voice. 

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly

I choose you and me religiously

“You know this can’t last forever Satoru.” He says. 

I clench my jaw. 

Of course I know that. 

Why did he feel the need to bring this up again? 

His hands are so gently painting my fingernails black. 

It was his way of being intimate without having to admit it. 

I secretly loved having any trace of him on me that I could get. 

I don’t want to respond to him, 

I just want to stay here, 

at this moment. 

Forever. 

I never wanted him to stop holding my hands so preciously.

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

“At least curse at me a little at the very end.” 

His smile is still so soft even with blood everywhere. 

I just fall to my knees, 

eyes filled with traumas no one should have to see. 

“If I had noticed… 

If I saw how badly it destroyed you… 

would it have changed anything?” 

I’m speaking before I can think it through.

“Perhaps…” He coughs, breathing sharp, 

“But then again… probably not.” 

The tears are falling before I can stop them. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

I can't get my voice above a whisper.

“It’s not your fault, my one and only.” 

My one and only…

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

“Satoru.” 

The voice of a ghost speaks from behind me and I falter, 

if only for a moment. 

Suguru…? 

I turn. 

I’m trapped again, 

but this time it’s real. 

Is it really so bad to die if it’s at his hands? 

Horror written all over my face- 

that’s his body, but that isn’t him.

Am I allowed to cry?

My soul knows otherwise…

#~ #satosugu #fanfiction #JJK SPOILERS #JUJUTSU KAISEN SPOILERS #am I allowed to cry? #geto #geto suguru #suguru geto #gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #found art on pinterest! if you want credit or want it removed please alert me!!! #I made the banner at the bottom #im so sick guys i fuckin forgot some of the formatting and the 18+ warning 😵‍💫

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

hi hi!! saw the list of wips and was curious about the keegan ones :3c

also pls don’t put me in the basement i have finals next week and like three pieces i gotta work on!!!! and ig the petri dishes gotta be in the right conditions

no, no finals. only basement. mine now. <3

keegan number 1 for the wip ask game: soulmate keegan-- takes place during the mission "clockwork," for the cod: ghosts enjoyers!

It burns where he's gripping you. Sears your neck at the throat. It hurts so bad you white out for a moment. The man's arm tightens across your shoulders, pinning you to his chest, and you grab his forearm. He hisses in pain. Instantly, you both know what just happened: he soulmarked you; and you, him. He burned his handprint into your throat--the first place he touched you. You burned yours into his arm--singeing him through your gloves and through his disguise. Keegan knew his soulmate probably existed in the world somewhere, but never thought much about what it would be like to know her—if he ever had the chance at all. Still, finding his soulmate here and now--a Federation soldier in a Federation base, of all things--triggers an instinct in his mind that compels him to keep her from harm. That instinct wars with the need to carry out the mission at all costs. But his grip doesn't lessen. Instead, he tightens his arm around you, trying to keep a cool head. He drags you past his teammates--Logan, Hesh, and Merrick--and into an adjacent empty room. You can barely see anything, but you hear shouting and the exchange of gunfire. You struggle against his hold. "Let go of me!" "I'm not gonna let go." He shifts his grip to pry your head back, exposing the glowing soulmark formed at the base of your neck. His breath falls over the mark, and it glows hotter. Neither of you can ignore this. You're his soulmate. But here? Now? You're supposed to be an enemy; you're part of the Federation. He's not even supposed to let you live. But he's definitely not gonna let you die.

and keegan number 2: keegan in the cold-- with medic!reader. warning: keegan is mean.

"Why would you say that?" "Because I want you to understand who you are," Keegan hisses. "You can't handle using a gun because you're scared. You can't tell Hesh how you feel because you know he'd reject you. You'd be dead if I hadn't pulled you to safety. You're nothing without me. You're pathetic." You keep your mouth shut until the sting from his words fades. What he's saying isn't true. He's pissed and looking for control wherever he can get it because that's the kind of bastard he is. You will your voice to soften from anger into condescension. "Do you want that to be true, Keegan? Would it feed your ego?" "What I want is for you to admit that I was right," Keegan retorts, his tone growing more aggressive as you refuse to rise to the bait. "Admit that you rely on me. That without me, you'd be dead. That you're weak and pathetic and need me to be your shield. It's the truth, isn't it? Say it." "It sounds like you want it to be true." ”It sounds like you're avoiding the question.” "You want me to tell you I'm worthless?" “I want you to tell me I'm right." He leans closer, invading your personal space. "I want you to show me some gratitude for saving your life. Maybe treat me better than the dirt on the bottom of your fucking shoes." That takes you genuinely by surprise. Anger still simmers in your gut. But you tamp it down. You keep your head cool and your voice even. "Thank you, Keegan, once again," you bite out, "for saving my pathetic life. Happy?"  "Thank you isn't good enough," Keegan growls, his tone dangerously low. "Keep talking."

wip ask game / more Keegan / masterlist tag

#but also hope your finals go/are going/went well!! boy do i not miss finals week. good luck! hope it's easier & less stressful than expcted! #ask #mine #tag game #snippet #soulmate keegan #cod #cod x reader #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod ghosts #keegan #cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ x you #keegan p russ x reader #keegan p russ x you

[raihann1]

im a huge Zoro fan but idk if you'll write for him. If you do, can you do like some yummy angst to fluff? with a reader who likes to follow Zoro around cause of how cool he is, but one day she follows him into battle and tries to protect him from getting cut on his back,(good swordsman protect their backs) which in turn she gets hurt and Zoro starts being mean to her to turn her away, but she doesn't listen.

also, it does have to be female reader if ya want <3

OMG ANOTHER ZORO FIC OKAY!!

will be a bit occ bear w me!!

Love ya and thx for requesting!!

Blue: you! <3

Green: zoro

Pink: enemies

FEM READER

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

TW: angst, blood, swearing.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯

"zoro?"

"Not right now y/n"

It was a normal day on the Sunny, everyone was enjoying the ocean breeze. Sanji was cooking , luffy was stealing food from the table, robin was reading, nami and ussop were giggling about something on a newspaper, brook was singing, jim bei was silently sitting (AHH CUTE!!) and then there was you two, zoro was training while y/n sat admiring his skills.

"Zoro! Your so cool!!"

She pouted when all he did was ignore her

"Fine..i'll go too Sanji the-

A strong grip grabbed y/ns arms

"Don't you dare go to that Love cook."

He let y/n go and continued training leaving y/n too sulk on her own

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

As soon as luffy screamed "land ahead" y/ns attention jolted to excitement but her face dropped as she screamed.

"NAMI! WE MUST TURN BACK ENEMIES AHEAD!"

But it was too late, several piarates jumped on the Sunny preparing too attack.

Everyone got ready to battle except for y/n who was just trying to stay away as much as possible

ATTACK!!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

blood. Blood and knocked out pirates were all over the place just a few left.. zoro being caught up in a 3v1 was not quick enough too notice a pirate dashing to him he carried a sword and was headed straight for his back.

Horrified y/n did the one thing she knew she did best

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Y/N! Y/N! PLEASE WAKE UP! DAMMIT.. CHOPPER SOMEONE HELP HER!

you had just sacraficed yourself for zoro, guilt stabbed him it felt like it was laced with unforgiving venom. Why did he treat you like that? No, why did you do that!

Y/N DAMMIT STAY OUT OF MY WAY YOU COULD HAVE DIED! WHY DO YOU NOT LISTEN SOMETIMES! WHY DO YOU ACT LIKE YOU CAN DO EVERYTHING AND GET AWA-

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU DUMBASS!

Everything went silent, even luffy who kept his mouth shut.

Y/n felt large tears fall down her face she slapped zoro across the face all that anger was no match for her bloody bodies pain.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

《TIME SKIP: A FEW DAYS LATER》

Zoro was more stressed out than usual, he ignored everyone even luffy he got more aggressive and would cut several of his practice dummies in frustration. He screwed up, he lashed out on you even when you saved his life..what a bastard he had been.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Y/N became distant with zoro everytime they saw eachother she would leave of walk past him like he wasn't even there. She refused to talk with nami or robin. She even refused taking her favorite snacks from Sanji.

Not right now, am not hungry..

she burried her face in a pillow but was interrupted by 3 hard knocks.. no more like slams

Leave me alone please!

Y/n open the door.

Please..

She felt the room grow cold..no what was he doing here after everything! She got up and opened the door

What do you wan-

There stood a beautiful bouquet of roses

Zoro felt a small blush creep onto his face it was haunting how you would react. Would you slap him agian? Would you go tell him to fuck himself!?

Zoro...

Look, am sorry..please don"t leave me.

Who said I was leaving.

I-your not breaki

He was interrupted by a kiss when you pulled away you hugged him crying

Im sorry too..

You never listen don't you y/n.

Zoro placed a small kiss on your forehead

You never listen when your in love.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

#zoro roronoa x reader #x reader #angst #one piece x reader #one piece #y/n #one piece angst #fluff

[hearted-anon]

Love Troubles

Words: 2k Note: I couldn't find a picture of all four of them. :( T/w: Restraints, rough, VERY rough Lee(s): Changbin, Channie Ler(s): Felix, Minho

“Look at those muscles, both of you look amazing!” Felix fawned over the duo after their workout, who had just exited the shower. Both Changbin and Chan flushed a bright red at the compliment, waving it off before scurrying into their room. Felix stood there akin to a dazed puppy as they rushed off, unsure of what he had done wrong. The cat happened to slip by, sneakily eavesdropping before sliding over to the sunshine.

“Why can’t they accept that they're just absolutely gorgeous?” Felix pouted, crossing his arms with a huff. Minho chuckled, shaking his head at the sheer comedy between the trio.

"Because they're dumb, my sunshine." Lee Know offered a gentle smile, trying to soothe away the very obvious tantrum the younger was throwing. Felix was desperate, he wanted- no, needed to help them realise their self-worth under any circumstance.

"Then can we make them realise?"

"How so, my sunshine?"

"Your favourite activity."

"...bring it on."

They both barged into the gym duo's shared room, calm, loving smiles that were nothing but a ploy to lure the fish to their bait. The mischievous duo were let in with open arms, quite open to the fact they were being spooned. Minho groaned as Chan wrapped warm arms around his waist, Felix happily squealing as he tackled Changbin's chest without hesitation.

"Look at you, so pretty..."

Felix cooed as his fingers snuck around Changbin’s waist to his tummy, tracing heart shapes into it. A squeak came from the older, clamping his lips down to hold back the giggles that bubbled in his throat. Chan stared in horror, realising the cat was looking at him with a happy, but evil glint in his eyes. Before he knew it, fingers had slipped under his sweatshirt to his abs, poking tenderly at each pack. The duo’s faces flushed a bright red, shaking off the endless amount of compliments that rained down on them. 

“So cute, all red for us hm?” Minho whispered into Chan’s ear, making him squeal and back away from the warm breath that grazed his ear. Stomping his feet he tried to evade the claws that didn’t leave his tummy alone, it was all futile, the cat eager to follow him like he was a fish out of water wherever he went. Changbin wasn’t fairing too well either, Felix always had a certain way with the rapper’s body that made him go limp with cooing and giggles filling the room. 

“Stahahap it!” The oldest whined pitifully, still adamant on refusing the fact he was in fact adorable, and gorgeous. The dwaekki was no different, not letting the icy walls of hate comments on his body melt down just from simple complimenting. They both were six feet under in absorbing distasteful comments on their body, shaking their head. Eventually, the cats got frustrated with their lack of belief in them, sending each other a signal as their ‘ears’ twitched in annoyance.

Snatching their arms up, they pinned both Changbin’s and Chan’s wrists up to the head board with their belts, only able to do it as they weren’t expecting any of this to happen. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You two will take all of our compliments, and repeat it to us until we believe it.” Minho announced slowly, not waiting for a reply from the oldest before his shirt was lifted, to reveal a glorious set of abs and ribs stretched out for the cat to play with. Chan shrieked at the threat, shaking his head rapidly knowing how ruthless Lee Know could be when it came to getting what he wanted. He was pinned too, only allowing him to endure what was coming. 

Felix smiled innocently at the rapper who was giggling and pleading with the chick to have mercy. The younger one only nodded softly, his feather-like fingertips across his clothed tummy before lifting it up slowly, caressing the rapper’s bare tummy with his warm breath. Although softer than Lino, he was, if not, the most teasy member out of the eight, and especially when it came to his ideal type, he was not going to hold back. Changbin squealed loudly, giggling himself crazy before anything really bad actually happened, the anticipation starting to swell in his heart. 

“Firstly, tell us that you look gorgeous.” The cats said in sync, fingers wiggling over their tummies in case of refusal to comply with their instructions. Of course, they both shook their heads rapidly in denial, making them both smile widely, eager to torture their respective hyungs. Planting his lips onto Changbin’s tummy, Felix placed gentle kisses everywhere, his lips brushing so lightly and in ticklish motions. Now this would only have Changbin giggling, which is why there was his hands that dug right into his ribs, making the older shriek and cackle.

“ARGHAHAHAH! LIX! P-PLEHAHAHA!” Changbin screamed when his fingernails scraped into the smooth skin between his ribs, thrashing when those soft lips brushed over his navel. Chan wasn’t fairing much well either, shrieking again when fingers squeezed relentlessly at the muscles on his sides, teeth sinking right into the rim of his belly button, nibbling all around it. 

“I CAHAHAN’T! MIN! NAHAHAHAH!” The oldest begged, tossing his head back into the pillows when Lee Know just went lower with his hands, way too close to his hips for comfort. The cats didn’t let up an inch with their antics, not hearing the words they wanted to hear. Meanwhile the other two that were pinned down felt like they were going insane, tugging at the belts that held their wrists high above their heads. Although being the two strongest members of Stray Kids, they were majorly weakened by the tickling, letting the younger members do whatever they wanted.

“Say it then, if not don’t say you can’t~” Felix wasn’t usually implied the type to be mean, but when it came down to a member feeling down, insecure? He was going to be as mean as needed to get them to realise what was important. Changbin simply squirmed in return, thrashing around to try and get away from the soft kisses and harsh fingers.

“YAHAHAHA! I-I’M GORGEHEHEHEOUS! MIN!” The leader lost it when Lee Know got just a bit tired of the oldest not admitting what was needed, going down to his v-line without mercy as he blew harsh raspberries while kneading his thumbs into that pudgy skin, driving him actually crazy. He felt tears well up in his eyes, panting when it came to an abrupt stop, staring pleadingly at the younger sat on his thighs. Minho didn’t say anything, admiring that flushed face before looking over to Felix.

Changbin was, if not, much more of a mess than Chan was. Although not as intense, his entire neck to his ears were a bright red, the chick right next to his ear whispering unintelligible words to the duo beside them, what assumed to be compliments as everytime Felix spoke Changbin squealed. His hair was a mess, sprawled out over the bed as tears cornered his eyes prettily, a dimple on his face prominent. The Aussie didn’t mind if Changbin didn’t admit it, it gave him more time to coo over the rapper anyway. Minho and Chan shuddered, they both didn’t know how ruthless Felix was, so soft yet so deadly.

“I’m…g-gorheheous…plehehease..” Changbin begged breathlessly, shaking his head with tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t take this, the sweet words, the soft caress on his tummy? He was sold, the soft torture overwhelming his heart as Felix let up with a proud smile. The cats schemed above them afterwards, leaving Chan to stare embarrassingly at Changbin, who was a panting and gasping mess.

“Good job~ It seems one of us took longer to crack…” Minho cooed, giggling when the rapper squeaked.

“Now, tell us you both look adorable.” Felix smiled innocently, his intentions of wanting more hidden discreetly away as he smiled down at the mess he made of Changbin. Minho simply kept quiet, enjoying his time of making the leader squeak every time he gave a poke to his stomach, it was clear as day he liked his new cat toy. Changbin weakly shook his head, adamant on not giving in and believing whatever ‘nonsense’ the two were spewing, meanwhile Chan could barely retort with squeaks interrupting his every attempt. 

“Nehehever!” Changbin managed to get out, quite the bold move on his part. Too bad for him, it only fuelled Felix’s mood for tormenting further. “You’re going to regret that, my love.” Felix hummed, before his fingers slid under the rapper’s shirt to his pecs, grabbing it gently before squeezing the skin underneath it, to his top ribs. His lips attached themselves to the top of his navel, blowing as hard as he could with each raspberry. Changbin screamed, before tossing his head wildly in his bound arms as he cackled himself crazy. His face was flushed once more, his eyes crinkled cutely with a dimple showing, begging for mercy in an instant. 

With the other two, Minho decided to be more ‘gentle’ this time, running his nails over Chan’s neck, his head leaning down to nibble tenderly at his collar bone, exposed neatly from all the thrashing. Chan screeched when he felt the change in pace, trying his best to scrunch up his shoulders; which in fact, didn’t work with his arms bound up. Honey-like giggles slipped from him, shaking his head to try and dislodge the nails, while his chin attached to his neck to avoid the teeth that so softly scraped on it. It was all futile, he could never focus on both the teeth and nails at once, couldn’t he?

“I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT! PLEHAHAHAH!” 

“Min! Wahahait nahahat there!” 

The cats absolutely relished in the laughter they were hearing, still a little frustrated about the lack of what they wanted to hear, but enjoyed torturing them nonetheless.

"Look at you! There's that scrunched nose!" Felix pointed out with a grin, planting another raspberry onto his stomach before Changbin even had a chance to reply. He knew he was going to tap out soon, red in the face with his eye squeezed tightly shut, even tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. Changbin screamed in ticklish agony, also a denial to Lix's compliment.

"Don't wanna give in yet, tough leader Channie-hyung?" Minho emphasised the word 'tough' with a harsh squeeze to his sides, making Chan shriek loudly. The fingers ghosted that spot soon after though, tracing the outer shell of his ears that made his head shake aggressively.

"Nohoho...adohohorable...I-I'm adorahahahble.." Chan panted out for mercy, feeling his brain turn into complete mush at the dancer's fingers and lips all over his neck and ears. Initially, he had wanted to deny it, but feeling his heart pound and suffocate from the lack of his breath he ought to give in eventually. Lee Know let up with a satisfied smirk, untying the oldest before snuggling him. The leader wasn't expecting it, knowing the older cat was notorious for lack of skinship; but now was cuddling him. He didn't say anything though, just warmly cuddling the younger as they both stared at Changbin's predicament.

"OH MY GAHAHAD! FELIX PLEHEHEASE! MAHAHAKE IT STAHAP!" Changbin whined pitifully, screaming again when those merciless fingers found their way into his armpits, kneading the middle in massaging motions that drove him crazy. Meanwhile, Felix's lips found the rapper's ribs more interesting, blowing and nibbling harshly everywhere on the bones he could reach. Changbin cried out and dug his feet crazily into the bed to no avail of escape, eventually submitting when Felix found particularly sensitive spot between his pecs and ribs.

"ARGHAHAHAH! I'M ADORHAHAHABLE! STAHAHA-" He was cut off by silent laughter, tears of mirth streaming down his face a second time. Felix reluctantly let up, making himself welcome into Bin's arms once he was untied. The gym duo stared at each other, with tear streaks and red faces before giggling softly, cuddling their respective dongsaengs with a wide smile. All four fell promptly asleep after that, but be warned, the cats received just as much, if not a worse punishment once they awoke.

It didn't mean that method wasn't effective though; the duo now worked out much less with proud smiles on their faces.

#..? #in school fsdja #lee changbin #lee channie #lerknow #ler minho #ler felix #stray kids tickle #skz tickle

[mishapen-dear]

something about qbad mentioning how much horror he put red team thru every time purgatory gets brought up... something about how proud dapper was of him.

like this is just my late-night read but- it feels like guilt qbad is trying to twist into pride. he keeps needling away at it. “i killed them all, over and over and over again.” “they were hunted by a monster.”

it’s like- reassurance. like a nail he’s trying o beat into his head. he’s had SO much trouble with legitimately hurting his friends, despite making that vow all the way back when the eggs first went missing, despite all the tree talk and the promises to save the kids no matter what. He never faltered with elq, and that protected them. He keeps faltering now. Sometimes he doesnt remember the code, or cucurucho, or skeppy. But that doesnt matter, right? Because he’ll protect the eggs. He’ll be the monster. he is the monster. he can and he will protect them even as his seams start ripping and he keeps breaking further and further apart. even at his worst, he’ll do whatever he needs to protect the eggs.

he’ll be the monster. wont he?

#qsmp #he loves his friends and he wants to hurt them #he loves his friends and he doesnt want to hurt them #qsmp badboyhalo #ita like. He was torturing himself with the soul vultures because he kidnapped ron and threw down some scary magma mobs #and then forever changwd rhe whole fuckin narrative with that appreciation room and bad remembered the joy of community #and then cellbit. Where bad was like ‘i see him destroying himself to get the eggs back and i know where that road goes’ #’his loved ones dont want that to happen to him. i dont want that to happen to him’ #and then purgatory gave him the first actal legitimate lead for finding their kids and he just had to get worse #and so he fucking swandived into self destructive violence (and the cc was purposefully playing qbad more recklessly violent) #(bbgirl couldve been lured into a trap so so easily) #ive lost my point somewhere now im just rotating qbbh in my brain and all the parallels #ah yes. But now theyre out of purgatory. And he refuses to regret what he did because he *had* to do what he could to save dapper #and the other eggs #because he has a huge complex about being the ‘only one who can protect the eggs’ because of a thousand little cuts and his mental health #issues. Like he’s Wrong bur its such a fascinating little direction for his character. Yes king burn thyself on the pure of protection #and then burn in a nuclear blast too because your self sufficiency left you to care for your egg alone #you can take care of the eggs. you can hurt your friends. look at how much you hurt your friends #look st the monster you are . your teeth are sharp and your claws are large #never mind that time you sent tina into a panic attack because you tried to recreate safety #never mind that your friends and family are worried about you #you are falling apart. but so many monsters survive the killing blow

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

”I don’t want to give Jehovah’s organization a black eye so I have to suffer in silence. Oh the pain! The pain!”

Mhm. Have you ever considered that Jehovah’s organization has given you not one, but two proverbial black eyes, broken ribs, and a concussion over the years; and maybe you should expose them for the abusers they are, if only enough to get yourself help to heal from the abuse you’ve experienced? You’ve got Stockholm syndrome bad, and you’re making it everyone else’s problem. You cared about your abusers so much that you abused me in their name, just because I wanted no part of their organization. Even if I didn’t seek out apostate resources, I wouldn’t have needed them to make my decision to leave because of how much you vented about them to me since I was about five years old. Did you just expect me to stay here and take the abuse like you did? I’m better than that; I’m better than you.

#exjw #ex cult #I woke up and he was venting about it to my mom very loudly so I just went “fuck that” #I could’ve went somewhere in the house to eat but I specifically chose the 20 degrees F screen room so that both of them know #I’d rather freeze than hear one more second of his venting knowing that he is still refusing to get help #Mom wants to watch the convention? Glorious. I’m not leaving my room until he’s done talking. I will not be her deus ex machina #I will not be her excuse to end the conversation so she can watch the convention with me #She can sit there and listen to it; and maybe she’ll grow some reasoning ability and realize #the religion she so piously subscribes herself to is splitting us apart and killing her husband #and maybe she’ll begin to take his triggers seriously and not make passive-aggressive remarks about how she wants to listen #to all the comments and not mute it when an elder who sexually harassed him begins speaking #and maybe my dad will grow some common sense and realize that continuing to go to meetings will ensure he is in a state of trauma #for all eternity #and maybe — just maybe — they will realize that everything they read in my diaries was right #and that they were absolutely positively 100% in the wrong for screaming at me about their contents #and apologize for what they’ve done to each other and to me #But that’s wishful thinking because [first name] “I’m more stubborn than you” [last name] will hold out until it kills him #and my mom is ex-Catholic and convinced the JWs are entirely truthful just because she prefers the possibility of death over hellfire #You can’t make this shit up #I live in a madhouse with crazy people

[arolesbianism]

Every day I mourn the fact that none of my family and friends give a single shit abt oni lore, I don't wanna keep repeating shit I've already said before on here but every now and then I just remember the horrors™ and nearly explode not being able to scream abt it again

#rat rambles #oni posting #just everytime I think abt olivia's 1500 cycle onwards logs I want to start biting things #shes soooo fucked up and tragic and she doesnt get any closure and she never will and I LOVE it #I fucking love her so much she rewired my brain so hard shes like one of The blorbos of all time #damn you klei you rly know how to make characters that destroy me beyond repair (hi carter twins) #I still find it fun imagining olivia and jackie interacting with the dont starve cast even if they wouldn't like most of them #I have lightly changed my mind on one dynamic tho #I still think that jackie would be stressed out by all the kiddos and would at least dislike them. but. #I do think she could end up kind of getting along with walter #like look at me. she was probably just like him as a kid. she would hate him for it but they could also talk for hours. #hed start sharing fun facts abt his bug collection and jackie would start lecturing him abt ants or whatever and hed think shes so cool #I think olivia still wouldn't like him tho but that's purely because hed probably stress her out #same with the rest of the kiddos I think if you put webber in the room with the two of them theyd both have a breakdown #not because hes a spider solely because hes a little boy who probably just asked them if he can have icecream #and wendy and abby would just be a situation of them not knowing how to talk to kids let alone depressed kids #oh and theyd probably also be stressed out by wurt for basic they dont know how to deal with kids reasons #rly the two would just hang out with wickerbottom and no one else if they could help it #except wanda they'd bother her non stop to the point shed start avoiding them lol #you see Im sure plenty of the cast wouldnt like olivia and jackie either because of just how much they wouldn't take magic as an answer #not that theyd be like no that cant be real cause thatd be magic theyd more likely start sciencing out the mechanics of all the magic stuff #in practical terms while also refusing to call it magic #and worst of all knowing them theyd probably get results because fuck man they brute forced their way into time travel (sort of) so why not #so itd just be maxwell being soooo pissed as the two somehow manage to replicate his spells without the codex #dont let them meet wagstaff then itd rly be jover

[terryfuckingturniptruck]

Had a resident's son not like an answer I gave him so he proceeded to bitch about me to the housekeeper and described me as "oh ya know, her down the hall...or whatever they are."

#fucking christ have you never seen a woman with short hair before?? #like the director of resident care has short hair and you don't dare say that about her #this guy is a piece of shit anyway and treats his mom like she's a burden and yells at her #but seriously wtf just because he didn't like that his mother's toe nails didn't get cut when a nurse was in 2 weeks ago #well first of all it was on my day off so like i don't know what you want me to do about it #and second of all your mom hates if anyone cuts her nails and probably told the nurse no #and third ummm hello just ask my supervisor for the list and find out if she refused or not!! the nurse went room to room! #but no he didn't bother to even check her nails to see if they did in fact look cut or ask my supervisor for the list #just went and bitched about me to the housekeeper (who is also a dickhole by the same name) #and made me out to sound like i'm not even human #if anyone wants to say i have it easy as a gnc woman i'll pop you in the mouth #also just bc a woman is gnc doesn't mean she's nonbinary or a transmasc/trans man #kfi txt #tw transphobia

[florenceisfalling]

like idk. i miss seeing content from s.igne (though i respect gab wholeheartedly). i miss fanart from my favorite artists. i miss older eras of j.se at times (and yes, there were older eras, the way people pretended he Never Changed is just weird). i miss old anti designs. i miss the old fic trends. i miss having a very active fandom (though i am so happy to see the new arrivals) and i miss seeing him interact with fans the way he did on tumblr back in the day. i miss the way i used to interact with some of the blogs here before i decided to fuckin,,, wage holy war and make enemies out of them (joking, but i have seen sides to some of these people that i wish i could tear out of my memory). i miss feeling confident that i could trust the good intentions of people here and even the big man himself (not god. that makes sean sound like god. you know what i mean). i miss when some of you weren't so fucking bitter which is funny because i'm the bitterest bitch alive. idk. i don't think it's bad to miss any of these things because i'm not going to be an ass and act like it's anybody's fault. i'm not going to be bothered by gab for being happy because i'm glad she is happy, and i'm not going to get bothered by sean taking a reasonable step back from this hellsite when people were cruel to him, and i'm not going to get mad at trends for changing because that is how time works. but i do miss things and i know its cringe and parasocial and perhaps even problematic but i hate having to pretend like i never have Any feelings about the past lest i break a hypothetical rule of what is the Normal level of attachment to an online community. okay. i think i'm done now.

#one of my favorite writers left because they couldn't deal anymore and one of my favorite writers turned out to have shit views and one of #my favorite writers left because of something that was partly my fault and one of my favorite writers stopped writing because of two of the #others and one of my favorite writers hurt someone i love over and over and over and one of my favorite writers left because they were the #someone i love. two of the big names hate queer folk that don't align with their ideals and half the artists left for twitter or for dead. #the man himself left because criticism always becomes cruelty and people lie to make themselves feel good. #the editors all turned their accounts private and my favorite told me on livestream that i was good and starting somewhere but then forgot #my name. and i thought maybe i was the bitter one but then i look at some of the other people who have been here so long and wonder why #they even bother anymore because they care more about complaining with everything j.ack does than anyone who actually enjoys his stuff. #and you know i poked fun at *** for a lot of things. some deserved some not. and one of them was the fact that she compared fandom #to warfare. and yes that's still silly i don't think it's a fair comparison but i do know that she wasn't fully wrong. #when you've been here for a long time and ive Been here for a long time you start to get really used to names and faces #and the change can be like waking up to a new wallpaper in your room. not a bad one just a new one. #i don't want to pretend that this fandom is just a silly little hobby for me when lets be honest i know some of yalls personal lives a #little too dearly for that. ive loved people here ive lost people here the first person who showed me this place fucking DIED and i still #lose it sometimes over the fact that he would have loved jameson so much and we couldve been closer friends had he stayed alive a few more #years. so yeah. sorry for being fucking cringy or whatever but there have been times where i've felt like im on a sinking ship watching #everybody else row away and i refuse to go. so like. cool. cool. im glad things are good again but i never really got to process the bad #things.

[amplexadversary]

*finally decants my chroma after literal years sitting in the foundy only to end up ogling his ass instead of trying not to die*

#frustratingly chroma prime's ass is much less nice #it's the sculpted bits that cover half of it that ruin it #which is a shame because Prime's coat is nicer #warframe #that is the third warframe I've ruled out for fashion frame purposes to dress up as a specific character #and I'm contemplating just skipping the little shit #I refuse to dress up chroma as dragon gundam specifically because he has a nicer ass then nezah and I cannot allow that #if anyone gets to have an incidentally nicer ass than my god gundam themed fashion frame it certainly isn't going to be sai saici #why not use wukong you ask? #it's... complicated (I don't want to delete any of his appearance tabs to make room DX)