#she literally almost kills herself to get that asshole back

[hyewka]

idk if this is allowed but,

threesome with yeonjun and beomgyu

⭑ fetish! | c.yj & c.bg ࿐

⭑ synopsis; when a late night conversation with soju and beer transforms into the calling out of choi beomgyus historical pattern of hook up bluffs the attention eventually shifts to you and your sex endeavors.

⭑ warnings; inexperienced!reader, sort of soft dom!yj & switch!gyu, cunninglingus, gagging, throat fuck, cum eating, unsafe sex, creampie, basically all of them are drunk to some degree, iffy word choice with consent but its all definitely consensual, doll/baby petname, childhood best friends/college au

⭑ note; i don’t know how to feel about this at all and i feel like i might wake up one day and just randomly despise it with my entire being but here is a threesome fic long overdue on this blog, take it with what you will because this might just be the last time i ever attempt to challenge my skills 😭

⭑ send in a small prompt with the format of (member) + (nsfw prompt) and ill write you a small drabble!

“So what if we didn’t go all the way, I still got to eat her out. Which she loved F.Y.I.”

Yeonjun snorts, downing his drink. “Dude you’re such a loser.”

“Just say you don’t get bitches like I do.”

You don’t mean to, but that’s what breaks your nonchalance, cracking up like that was the funniest thing you’ve heard.

Like clockwork, both of their heads turn to you expectantly, as if remembering that you’re here with them and you know you just messed up. Maybe if you keep looking at your phone they’d know to leave you alone.

This has been a thing since highschool; their dumb Who Gets More Action wars that served almost no purpose but to stroke their young male egos. More times than you could count, you’re for some reason sucked in as the end all be all judge even if there were others present they could go and bother with details of their sex life.

You’re not letting that happen tonight. You will not become Simon Cowell of who fucks more.

“Hey,” Beomgyu starts nudging you with his feet, annoyingly persistent. “Hey hey, get off your phone, what are you laughing at?”

Yeonjun easily swipes your phone from your hands making you throw your head back groaning. God, to hell with him. “Give it back!” you whine. He shrugs, stuffing your phone in his pockets. Asshole.

You glare at him with murder on your mind, but all that gets you is a condescending pout thrown your way.

“Ughhh I’m going to throw up, stop with the flirting.”

You throw your plastic cup at Beomgyu’s face, and he flinches back in the most dramatic sense ever. “Bitch.” you mutter.

Yeonjun ignores Beomgyu’s comment altogether. “Everyone knows I get more bitches than you Beomgyu. That’s why she laughed. Plus, you make up shit all the time.”

“I do not.”

“You do. You lied about Yoo Jimin.” You recall, giving up on getting your phone back.

Yeonjun makes a sound of remembrance, clasping his hands together. “That was actually so funny. Yoo Jimin. You’ve lost your mind.”

Beomgyu shoots you a betrayed look, “No way you believe his propaganda! We literally had sex! Halloween 2021!”

You give him a skeptical look, brows raised. Beomgyu could fool anyone, but he can’t fool Yeonjun, let alone you. Beomgyu and Jimin? Didn’t make sense. Not on Earth at least.

“That’s one person anyway who cares.” he mutters.

“Ryujin.” You name. “She’s lesbian Gyu. Even when she was questioning she would’ve rather killed herself than let a man touch her.”

Yeonjun barks into laughter, leaning into you. “Ryujin of all people is fucking mental man.”

“Two people, still very little.” he counters.

Was that a challenge? If he wanted to play this game, you would be an expert.

“Jihyo, Miyeon—”

“I fucked Miyeon.”

“Yeah but you said she let you fuck her in the ass, which! She revealed never happened.”

He gasps in horror, face dropped, like that had to be the most offensive thing hes heard.

“I literally have proof it happened, holy shit Miyeon’s a pathological liar.” Beomgyu fumbles his phone, eyes laser focused as his thumb swipes in rapid speed. You snicker, he’s such an idiot. You know he’ll turn up empty but hes on a mission so you let him be.

“Can you pass me the beer?” you mutter lazily, feeling the alcohol hit you now, making a grabbing motion to the can far from your reach.

“Sure you want more?” Yeonjun whispers, with a similarly lazy slur to his words.

You were all clearly buzzed out, sprawled on the floor of your living room, your table pushed to the side with multiple beer cans crushed in a mess. It’s your version of heaven— a little sad maybe, but it was the perfect mix of mundane and fun to you.

“Just beer.” You reply.

He nods, grabbing it for you and instinctively twisting the cap open. Hes’ always been like that, an acts of service sort of guy. The small flex of his veins when he does it is something you silently take note of. You’re so far gone with your small crush on him.

You clear your throat, snapping yourself out of it. “Thanks. Are you gonna give me back my phone or?”

He pretends to think it over, before clicking his tongue. “Nah, later.”

You roll your eyes, taking a sip from your can.

“We don’t get to hangout like this often, missed it y’know? So you can hold off your phone addiction for a bit and stop acting bratty.” he teases.

“Aye aye captain.”

He tuts at you, nudging your shoulder. “I literally cringe internally every time you say that.”

You hum, looking over at Beomgyu. Who is incredibly tense, almost frozen. “Why’d you stop scrolling?”

Maybe Yeonjun saw what you saw, Beomgyu’s face incredibly red, and eyes so weirdly fixed on his phone because he immediately scoots to him, nosy to take a look at his phone screen.

You study Yeonjun’s face. His brows slowly rise. And the only thing he says is “Damn.”

“What?” you ask, curiosity peaked. Nobody answers though, seemingly hypnotised by whatevers on Beomgyus screen.

Yeah, thats enough for your lazy ass to get up and see what they’re looking at.

…To say it’s not what you expect at all is an understatement.

The video playing has no audio, but the visual splayed out in Beomgyu’s hand is all it takes for your thighs to rub instinctively. The phone was obviously placed by the bedside, the view a little tilted, the girl with her face pressed onto the sheets as Beomgyu fucks into her mercilessly unrecognisable, the bed quite literally shaking to match his rhythm. Your face grows hot, and your throat dries, the video looks old because his hair is longer, messier, something that looked like it was from freshman year.

You’re surprised, it’s more than real. He really was going at it.

“I’m fucking her ass here.”

Holy shit. That must’ve hurt like a bitch.

“How would we know it’s Miyeon though?” Yeonjun says, eyes set on the screen.

Beomgyu forwards the video towards the end and lets it play—its the part where he picks up the phone and holds the girls head up by her hair, turning her over, capturing her face fucked out, a mix of spit and cum evidently all over, but more than that, its Miyeon’s face covered in filth.

You bite down on your lips, nervously looking at Beomgyu—who catches your stare. “What?”

You shake your head, dismissing him.

Truth is, this might’ve been the most you’ve seen from Beomgyu in this light. The light that you’ve heard plenty of, but obviously never thought you’d actually…see. Hes always been slutty, especially with him being infamous for his gross PDA on campus, but seeing it—seeing him actually fucking the light out of someone…you gulp down the lump stuck in your throat.

“You’re a freak dude.” Yeonjun says, laughing.

“But not a liar.”

“Nah you’ve yet to prove Jimins, wheres the tape?”

“You just wanna see her getting railed, touch luck bitch.” Beomgyu closes his phone making you realise you were still staring. “Hey, you good? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Beomgyu shifts his attention to you, making you nervous, shrugging his concern off.

Yeonjun speaks for you instead, a smirk plastered on his face. “She’s a virgin, basically saw something worse than a ghost.”

God, this again!

“I’m not a virgin holy shit Yeonjun!”

“I’m not a virgin holy shit Yeonjun.” He mimics annoyingly high pitched and you groan.

“I’m not. I’ve had multiple boyfriends before.”

“Three.” Beomgyu says, “You’ve had three boyfriends.”

“All very long and fruitful relationships, mind you.”

Yeonjun leans back on the couch, stretching his arms behind his back and you know this is a sign that he’s going to be a little bitch about this. “How far have you went?”

“All the way.” you glare back challengily, sipping on your beer.

“Had someone nut in your ass?”

You snap your head to Beomgyu in horror, upper lip quirked. Of course he’d be curious about that. “Damn I’m taking that as a no.”

You force a smile and flip him off rightfully. The little bitch sticks his tongue out at you in retaliation and you have half the mind to not smack him.

“Have you done it without a condom?”

You narrow your eyes at that. Yeonjun’s awfully curious, way too curious for someone whos never been curious. Seriuously, he’d be the last person to care for your sex life. Maybe Beomgyu—totally Beomgyu, but not Yeonjun.

“Is this an interrogation?”

Yeonjun shrugs.

“I—okay, I haven’t. I bet you guys haven’t either.” You immediately regret saying that, it’s obvious they’ve done something so trivial. And its even made more obvious when both of them start laughing maniacally.

Your face runs red, resorting to chugging more beer.

Beomgyu rests his head on your lap suddenly and you quirk your brow down at him. “What? Your thighs are comfortable.”

You narrow your eyes at him, skeptical of what exactly he’s trying to pull until Yeonjun’s asking you questions again after calming down from his laughing fit.

“Gotten fingered?”

“Well no shit.”

Beomgyus attention is piqued, “You have?”

“How else am I supposed to…you know..get prepped?” you say, coughing around the word.

Beomgyu snorts, “You just did the most virgin thing ever oh my god.”

“That’s why I don’t believe a single thing coming out of her mouth.”

“I’m not a virgin.” you say for the umpteenth time. When they both exchange silent looks, you clear your throat. “But, I might be a little…inexperienced. That’s it though, I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex…like twice.”

Beomgyu shoots up, making you jump in shock. “Twice?!” he shouts. He looks at you like you might’ve just led the saddest life of the entirety of human history.“And three boyfriends? The math isn’t…”

“Well one of them believed pre-marital sex would have us damned so—”

“Oh yeahh, your Christian boy Mark.” Yeonjun marvels. “That guy was a total bitch.”

Yeah, Mark. The guy you thought you’d end up marrying someday, until he decided to cheat with an anal whore as you call it. Cheating on you in broad daylight, in the apartment you shared wasn’t enough, he tried to mansplain the difference between anal virginity and vaginal virginity right after he was caught.

You shudder remembering the scene.

“A little unrelated but I always sort of thought you guys fucked.” Beomgyu starts, breaking the silence. “Like at least once.”

You sigh, he’s never letting this sexual tension bullshit thing go. If anything, Yeonjun probably saw you in the least sexual light possible. Unfortunately. “No. No we haven’t Beomgyu, we keep telling you this.”

“You” He points a finger at you, “Keep telling me this. Not him. That’s suspicious.”

Yeonjun doesn’t say anything even as both you and Beomgyu stare at him— he just mixes his soju and beer together for another shot.

You relent, speaking up. “Yeonjun tell him we haven’t fucked so he can stop insinuating that we’re freaks behind closed doors 24/7.”

Beomgyu snickers at that, still toying with the fabric of your shorts. You think it’s just out of habit.

“Yeah, we haven’t.” Yeonjun finally confirms.

You widen your eyes at Beomgyu to taunt him, getting all up on his face, nonverbally celebrating an I told you so. He just rolls his eyes at you, a dumb smile on his face.

“But I want to.”

…What.

That has both you and Beomgyu frozen, his smile slowly dropping before he turns to face Yeonjun.

Your mind works overtime trying to process whether you heard that right, did it have any hints of a joke, why couldn’t you pick up on it then? Or whether all your life you’ve read it all wrong—is it the drinks speaking or? But drunk words are sober thoughts…right? Is he just-

“Huh?” Beomgyu’s the one to ask for a clarification first.

He only shrugs, proving that none of you heard him wrong. “I wanna fuck her. I mean, you’re hot I’m not being unreasonable.”

You don’t know how to respond without sounding like an even more awkward virgin, so you stay silent, trying to make sense of it in your own head. But when you catch Beomgyu slowly nodding from your peripheral vision like what Yeonjun’s saying makes sense, you painfully nudge him.

He whines, defending himself almost immediately. “What? He’s not wrong, you’re mega hot now.”

You squeeze your eyes shut irritated, “Don’t—god, don’t ever say ‘mega hot’ again.”

Beomgyu mumbles something intelligible, something that sounded like one of his sulky protests that you just ignore as the room falls silent again. Yeonjun seems completely unbothered of the atmosphere, drinking his somaek like this was just another normal day, like he didn’t just air out something that could potentially completely flip your entire dynamic.

The tension is thick, and it suddenly feels way too hot to be here anymore but then Beomgyu speaks up again. “Do you know how to suck a dick?”

You snort, not answering as you keep your eyes on the floor.

But it’s impossible to ignore him when he keeps staring at you, almost too intensely for a question you thought was to break the tension. You look to his face, and there’s no sign of lightheartedness anywhere. He was seriously asking. “So? Do you?”

You decide to humor him, anything to get over this suffocating silence. “Sort of.”

Yeonjun chuckles, “What does ‘sort of’ mean?”

You roll your eyes, frankly irritated that he’s even speaking right now. “Sort of means I can, but I don’t know if I’m …good at it.”

He hums in understanding, nodding. “Wanna test your skills out right now?”

Your eyes bulge out, blinking rapidly as you look at Yeonjun in shock. Did he seriously just…say that? Your face grows even hotter as you stutter around a response.

But before you could even form a proper response, Beomgyu says something first, whining into his hands. “I literally cannot be the only one really fucking turned on right now.”

At his words, your eyes instinctively look down to his pants and god, he wasn’t kidding. You don’t know how you haven’t noticed until now, but the imprint of his dick building a tent in his sweatpants has you looking away like you’ve just seen the most sinful thing ever. You don’t miss the small patch of wetness at the top either. You rub your thighs together again, this time you curse your body for reacting because most of their attention was collectively on you now.

Meaning, they would inevitably notice small details.

And that they did. Yeonjun laughs, but it has laces of mean-spiritedness that has your brain frying at a faster speed. “You aren’t the only one. Our little dolls’ horny as shit too, aren’t you? Look at you rubbing your thighs for just the little bits of friction.” Yeonjun says the last part with a pout, so condescendingly, his eyes heavy lidded with what you’re sure is lust.

That gets Beomgyu’s attention, who was lost in his own dilemma, who’s close enough to touch you, to do something, and that has you more nervous than the time you had to present an unfinished slideshow to the harshest professor in your major.

Your throat is dry again, and you can’t seem to get out a word no matter how hard you try. Beomgyu licks his lips momentarily, staring at you, waiting for something, maybe a cue? You don’t know, but they’re both definitely waiting.

Beomgyu’s impatient, and shameless, if that wasn’t already obvious enough. With a rasp to his voice, he whispers, “God, I really wanna touch you right now.”

And you whisper back, like this was secret gossip you’d exchange between yourselves at recess about who was mean to who, who liked who, except this time you’re all grown up, and he’s asking to…touch you. You look behind Beomgyu, Yeonjun very much invested in what’s happening makes you on the fence. “But it’ll—it’ll get…weird. Like, between us.”

Beomgyu’s quick to counter. “No, no it won’t, I promise. Everything’s going to be the exact same. Just baby, please. Let me take care of you.”

The use of a petname again has you biting down on your lips. You search his eyes, and he looks so…desperate, the sudden switch baffling to you, so different from how you usually see him. Is this how he gets with the girls he fucks? It’s so hot, you’ve never been met with this much enthusiasm.

Your feelings heighten even more when he whispers again at your silence, “Please, I’m dying here.”

You let out a breath you were holding in, nodding, “Okay, it’s—it’s okay. You can. Touch me I mean.”

This is the absolute last thing in the world you’d ever expected, like ever. Beomgyu touching you, ministrating your breasts roughly with his big hands through your top, kneeling between your legs, kissing all over from your jaw to your neck like he hasn’t gotten action in decades. It’s like everywhere, your skin scorches, every inch—and he’s so fiery, so harsh with his squeezes and bites that you’re so unprepared for, so unprepared in fact that your eyes already brim with tears, head becoming light with too much stimulation in too little time as you feel him play with your shorts in attempt to take them off.

Suddenly, Beomgyu’s shoved off you completely, having him fall on his ass with a thud. Your eyes fly open in worry, only to be met with Yeonjun way closer to you than earlier. “Dude, calm down you’re going too fast.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes irritably, “You know you could’ve told me that without fucking throwing me off her, right?”

“Like your ass would listen.” Yeonjun mutters, refocusing his attention to you, “Come on, get up on the couch doll, I’ll show you how its done.”

You’re hesitant. You’re okay with messing around with Beomgyu—you are because he’s the best friend that you have zero romantic feelings for, but Yeonjun? You already have this…tiny crush on him that has been fostering since the dawn of times, a light lit then dimmed for years throughout the time you’ve known him…would this not set it on a full blown out fire? Are you ready to risk getting your rocks off to find out?

Yeonjun calls your name again, snapping you out of your reverie. “If you don’t want to I’m not gonna…”

“No no, um—sorry I was just, like, thinking. Sure.” you choke out, cheeks red.

Fuck it.

You situate yourself on the couch like he instructed, looking at Beomgyu for a second in semi-panic, but that horndogs too far gone to properly communicate with you through telepathy so you’re left a puddle, a little jittery as you nervously pick at the thread of the old couch, preparing yourself for whats to come.

Yeonjun smiles, slotting himself between your legs. “I’m gonna take it slow, ‘kay? Tell me if it becomes too much and I’ll stop.”

You nod, taking a deep breath then out to calm your nerves. You don’t have to help him out with pulling your shorts down, it’s like he’s so experienced that he knows how to get around it without you doing much. Which doesn’t help to make you relax…at all. He’s experienced, and you’re not. That’s a cause of a million worries running through your mind at the moment.

The air that had felt so hot earlier, feels cool now, and you shudder a little. “You’re drenched doll, that’s cute.”

Beomgyu finally sits himself next to you, hand on his crotch, slowly rubbing it out as he stares at what Yeonjun sees, craning his neck to get a good look. And you feel…so exposed, it makes your ears red with a mix of shame and arousal as you squeeze your eyes shut.

You jolt a little when you feel his tongue poking at your entrance through your panties—he’s slow as he licks up your slit, soaking your underwear more and more.

“Any of your boyfriends ever eat you out?” Beomgyu asks, hand squeezing his cock through his sweats, before having the genius idea of replacing his with yours—his warm hands resting on yours, guiding you to press down harder on his boner. As if he’s showing you—making you feel how big he is.

You shake your head to his question, and he airs out a chuckle. God, you really want to slap yourself for finding that so attractive. “Of course. Might as well be a real virgin.”

You want to retort back, you really do, because god forbid Beomgyu have the last word, but it's impossible when Yeonjun hooks his finger to push your underwear to the side because you're a goner, a goner the minute you feel his warm breath on your skin, and even worse when you feel his tongue lapping at your core, the direct contact making you gasp out a moan, jolting you awake, clearing your drunk daze.

"Yeonjun, Yeonjun shit-" you don't mean to tighten your grip on Beomgyu, but you do in response to Yeonjuns stimulation which has him hiss, bucking into your touch.

"Do that again. Harder. Touch me baby, yeah, just like that." He babbles, holding onto your wrist, groaning when you oblige, wrapping your hand on his clothed shaft and squeezing the base.

Yeonjun looks at you through lidded eyes, his hands firmly keeping your legs apart, nose brushing against your clit every so often to tease before he finally decides to flatten his tongue against it, finger prodding at your entrance at the same time, making you inexpectantly arch your back, moaning. "F-fuck Jjun!"

You could feel the smirk, the cockiness radiating off him— it oozes even, it's so evident he likes this dynamic, you so reactionary to each little thing he does.

Beomgyu helps you palm his dick before he finally relents, too horny out of his mind, shoving your hand down his pants, making you feel his hot dick, so sticky and wet, it's lewd. "'Move your hand baby, c'monnn. Good girl." He groans, trying to guide you to a speed he finds fitting.

You start getting the hang of it, your hand jerking off his dick without help even as you're practically dumbed out with Yeonjun's tongue working at your sex, trying to purposefully make you lose your mind.

“Pussy so good doll, so good.” his words muffle against your core and it sends a vibration that has your pace falter.

Suddenly, Yeonjun detaches, making you feel terribly empty, and horrible because you were sure you were close. Before you could complain, your eyes widen at him unbuttoning his jeans, dropping them to the floor to have his cock flinging out of his boxers. He gives it a couple strokes, breathing heavy as he stares at your pussy. Wet with his spit, messy. He groans, biting his lips raw and you’ve just never felt so much as a prey until now. “Gonna fill you up soon, don’t worry doll.”

“Pay attention to me too,” Beomgyu whines, kissing your neck again, the space under your earlobe, his teeth grazing against your skin, just begging to have your attention. “Unfair if it’s only him.” he breathes, kissing and kissing and kissing, until he decides to move up to your lips, taking you up a wind as you jerk his dick off faster.

His whines and mewls melt into the sloppiness of the kiss and god is it the hottest thing ever, shit.

Yeonjun basically breaks the kiss by pushing Beomgyu off of you again, and if you had half the mind to think, you would’ve caught the irritation radiating off Beomgyu at Yeonjuns constant cock blocking.

You can’t think now, not when Yeonjun’s lining his dick up with your hole, feeling his hot tip prodding and your pussy fluttering around nothing to suck him in. “Ready? Relax yourself so it’ll feel good, ‘kay?”

You nod, humming.

“Words princess.”

“I’m—I’m ready Jjunie.”

He gives you a crooked grin, fingertips digging into the plush of your hips.

You try, you really do, you try giving them both an experience but the more Yeonjun pushes himself in you, the slower your hand becomes until you finally let go, breathing heavy at the inexplicable feeling of just…fullness. When he’s flush and snug against your core, completely inside you, he relishes, he stays there, eyes fluttering closed with his face so, so close to yours.

And he whispers to you, words Beomgyu can’t possible hear even if he wishes to, and even words you could’ve missed if you weren’t so in tune with every single sense that you’re feeling right now.

“Wish he wasn’t here when I could finally have you.”

You’re driven over the edge, not even given the time to process, before he’s drilling his dick into you—in then back, slowly before he’s building up to snapping his hips, having you gasp in shock at each thrust. You let the stray tear run down, hell, at this point you’re giving all autonomy of your body to the two boys right now, you’re not in control of anything anymore.

“Tight, so tight and warm,” he groans, getting faster, “Shoulda prepped you more, huh? Fuckin’ tighter than a virgin, can barely move.” He laughs breathy.

You just nod, nod at whatever filthy shit he says, tightening your grip on the couch, squeezing your eyes shut at how the pain just bleeds into the pleasure. You’ve never had it like this with your past boyfriends, it never felt like this.

Suddenly, you feel something hot poking at your cheek which spurs you to open your eyes. Your eyes damn near almost bulge out at Beomgyu’s size, cock insistently trying to move past your lips.

“Want your mouth, please, fuck.”

Can you even take that in your mouth?

He doesn’t wait for your contemplation, that’s not Beomgyu’s thing. He does it anyway, managing to slide his dick in your mouth, not even letting you get used to it like Yeonjun had even when he’s a lot bigger, pushing all the way in. He throws his head back, groaning curses as you gag around his length, breathing restricted.

“God you’re so hot like this, princess. Taking my cock so well,” he growls, moving his hips to fuck your mouth. Your eyes water, burning as the taste of him overpowers your senses— all of that paired with Yeonjun’s rhythm getting rougher and more frantic has you lose yourself in ecstasy you don’t think you can handle.

You think you might just faint.

“Have you always been like this? So good at sucking cock, slutty throat just waiting to be stuffed with dick?” Beomgyu rambles filth, losing himself faster than Yeonjun, looking down at you with so much hunger. You return his gaze, blinking up at him innocently, as if to disagree. You’re not slutty, you aren’t.

But that seems to spur him on a completely different direction, like something snapped inside him, cursing loudly as he ruthlessly starts fucking into your mouth. Your mind clouds, dizziness setting in as you feel Yeonjun attach his lips to your nipple through your flimsy top, sucking harshly, making a mess of your shirt with his spit.

You garble around Beomgyu’s dick, trying to say something but it only comes out intelligible and like complete nonsense, it’s humiliating.

“God, you’re sucking me in so greedily, want me to fill you up with my cum so bad, huh?”

Yeonjun slaps your ass and you jolt again, snot and mascara running down your face. He starts kneeding your cheeks, snapping into you rougher, and somehow deeper, you fucking lose it. “You want it so bad, right? Say something baby, or I won’t give it to you.”

You nod, mouth still stuffed with Beomgyu’s cock, who he isn’t intent on stopping any time soon.

It’s enough for Yeonjun you guess because before you know it, you feel hot substance shoot up, filling you to the brim with his cum, still pumping it in even as your orgasm washes over you. You’re beyond overstimulated, especially when Beomgyu cums around the same time, his hot load forcing its way down your throat.

He holds your head against his abdomen, groaning the more he defills you. “Fuck if you do that I might just fall for you,” he growls, voice down octaves, fixating his eyes on how your throat gulps down his cum like it’s water at the Sahara. The taste is so strong, you start coughing up some of it out when his dick flops out of your mouth sticky, finally regaining your breath, gasping for air in large amounts, your cunt spilling Yeonjun’s seed onto the couch slowly, dribbling down to the floor to make a mess.

Beomgyu suddenly pushes Yeonjun out of the way to slot himself between your legs, kissing at your pussy.

“Beomgyu, don’t, can’t—stop, too much-” you try reasoning but he doesn’t listen, that brat. He just starts going at it, lapping at the cum spilling, his lips glistening with the wetness, alternating between kissing and licking your cunt. “‘Course you can baby, you can take it.”

You bite down hard on your lips, lightheaded as you look down at the man ravaging your pussy and cleaning you up at the same time.

To hell with that ‘nothing’s going to change’ bullshit promise, something definitely changed tonight and you can’t put your finger around what.

#txt smut #beomgyu smut #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #beomgyu hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt x reader #beomgyu hard thoughts #yeonjun hard thoughts #✶ ━━ rana ; answered

[shadowriel]

Whiskey Over Wine

→ To Ride A Country Boy: Part 1 (Read on AO3)

Pairing: Feyre x Rhys

Summary: As a bartender in the charming town of Windhaven, Feyre struggles to work under her overprotective, bad-tempered boss. The answer to her problem seems to be getting on top of him.

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“He would if you asked him nicely.”

Scoffing, Feyre leans forward until she props herself against the bar top. She hopes the proximity is enough to get the words into Cassian’s thick skull.

“The day I ask Rhys for anything nicely,” she seethes, “is the day that I realize this backwater town is literal hell.”

“You mean, you haven’t realized that yet?” The low voice isn’t Cassian’s. It sounds from behind her, unexpectedly rough at the edges but still velvety soft. Feyre doesn’t turn to face Rhys’ direction, although her spine does stiffen as he shifts towards her and continues, “And here I thought you were already packin’ your bags.”

“Those are for when I bury your dead body, and I need to skip town,” she spits back. She doesn’t let her words falter, not even as the warmth of Rhys seeps into her, his chest mere inches from her back.

But then, he tilts his head forward.

“Careful, Feyre darlin’,” he purrs, hot against the shell of her ear.

Unlike Cassian, Rhys’ accent is barely there. She tries not to cave at the subtle hint of it—an elongating of vowels here, a dropping of consonants there. Surely, she should be immune to it, after months of working together.

Yet that’s not how this thing between them works, so, of course, her knees threaten to buckle. And, of fucking course, the asshole takes note of the fact and spreads a large hand over her hip.

He tuts, “That almost sounds like a motive.”

“To kill you? If it is, you might need to start sleeping with one eye open.”

His fingers dig into the soft flesh at her hip in response to her threat. As if the prospect delights him. “You wanna come to my bedroom, and make sure that I do?”

#feysand #feysand fanfiction #acotar #acotar fanfiction #feyre archeron #rhysand acotar #au feysand #the acotar country au we deserve #to ride a country boy series

[dylanobrienisbatman]

so let me get this straight…

allison hargreeves is almost murdered by her brother, and loses her ability to speak, also losing her connection to her powers. she is then ripped away from her child and sent back in time to the 1960’s, as a black woman, as the world is literally ending.

she then spends YEARS in a time where she experiences outright, violent racism at every turn. she experiences unimaginable trauma. she meets a man who is an activist and a dreamer, and she falls in love. she builds a life for herself in this time. she still doesn’t have her daughter, but she has something to hold onto.

and then, just as suddenly as before, she is ripped away from her husband and her life and thrown back into the future. but this time, she goes willingly, because Claire is in the future, and she loves her daughter too much to abandon her.

but… Claire isn’t there anymore. in fact, Claire never even existed at all. so now she has lost Claire and Raymond. she left her husband to be with a child that doesn’t even exist in this world. and so she spends all season being THE ONLY ONE of her siblings who actively tries to find a way back to their own timeline.

Diego gets a son, and basically ignores him for the first half of that story. Viktor gets Harlan back, his surrogate son. Luther finds new love with someone who is not allison, and essentially abandons the family for her at the start, and then actively chooses to go to Sloane over Allison when Allison was clearly in a time of need, even going so far as to throw Raymond and Claire in her face. Ben is different and a complete asshole. Klaus spends all season with their dad. and Five has just given up entirely. Allison lost everything, literally everything, and has to watch while her family moves on, doesn’t care, and finds new things to love while she just… floats. aimless. lost. utterly alone. all while she is still fighting breathlessly to get even one single piece of it all back. all while still dealing with the horrific trauma of what happened in the 60’s on top of it all. and then she finds out that Viktor found the cause of Claire’s lack of existence and hid it from her and to the whole family?!

so of course she snaps!! because no one, not one single person in her family, will help her. they’re all lying to her, too preoccupied with their own shit to pay attention to her desperate pleas. not one person actively seems to give a shit that she lost her child after leaving her husband behind solely to be with said child. so she makes a deal with the devil, because if no one else will help her, her desperation is too much to bear. her loss is unfathomable and there is a single solitary shred of hope that she may get something back.

she didn’t know he was gonna kill luther or klaus, she didn’t know his plan was going to end up killing all the siblings. all she knew was that not one of her siblings was going to help her, no matter how clear her desperation had become, no matter how obvious her mental breakdown was. but Reginald was going to help her, so she sided with the only option that gave her a fighting chance.

… but somehow she is now an irredeemable villain. got it.

allison hargreeves made mistakes. what she did to luther is absolutely inexcusable. she lashed out, she made a deal with the wrong man. but allison hargreeves was a devastated, desperate, broken woman who had nothing left of herself to give. so when everyone she loved in the world was either gone or turning their back on her, she did what she had to do to get her child back.

#NOT TO ME SHES NOT !!!!!! #I GOTCHU BABY GIRL I WOULD HAVE HELPED YOU!!!! #allison hargreeves #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy spoilers #tua #tua spoilers

[pinktom]

Hi, what do you think about the recent rise of tomarry haters who ship bellamort?

I have a feeling this one won’t go over as well as my anti-Tomione post.

However, what the server wants, the server gets. 🐍

If you like Bellamort, if you will be offended by opinions that are anti-Bellamort, do not expand this post.

I am not putting this in the tags; I am not shoving this in anyone’s face. Don't click it. Don't send me pissy anons about it. Unfollow me and move on.

Background context

First of all: a concession. I know every Voldemort-related passage in Harry Potter like the back of my hand. If you don’t think Bellamort can be found in the subtext, you’re either biased or due for another close reading. Unlike Tomione (which almost always depends on a complete fabrication of their personalities) and Tomarry (which requires a significant tone shift from the books), you can easily write Bellamort as an extension of canon. 

I don’t hate Bellamort because it’s nonsense. I hate it because it is not nonsense; it feels very real. Voldemort’s and Bellatrix’s relationship, in the canon text, is that of Master and Servant—and for me personally, any such dynamic between a man and a woman is disgusting and I have absolutely no desire to read it.

Here's some specific icks it gives me.

Fanon Bellatrix is bullshit; her real form is repulsive, whiny, and pitiful

There’s this common fanon misconstruction of Bellatrix that portrays her as a thoughtful femme fatale who enjoys a close, intimate relationship to Voldemort on nearly equal terms. I find this tacky at best.

Really, Bellatrix is a pathetic, sniveling wimp who would crawl around on her hands and knees and bark like a dog if Voldemort asked her to do so. She’s not strong; she’s weak-willed and pathetic. She's the kind of pathetic woman who accompanies a man on his killing spree and kills her own kids for said man’s affection.

This passage from Order of the Phoenix pretty concisely captures their dynamic.

Also, Tomarrymort writers love to make her past love of Voldemort and (*pukes*) it makes my tummy ache

Ever find yourself reading a fascinating Tomarry fic only for—midway in—Voldemort to reveal his true love is Bellatrix?* Or wax poetic about how beautiful she is, how special to him she is?

It's 2024. I immediately close the fic when this happens. If I’m reading a Tomarrymort fic, I don’t give a fuck about Voldemort’s past domestic abuse trysts with the most spineless woman in the entire HP series.

And the kicker is . . . for what? Because Bellatrix proved herself to Voldemort by licking his boot and wiping his asshole? Please do not try and convince me she is a sinister spooky gal, she plainly isn’t. She’s an embarrassing blithering pissant who does not foil any of Voldemort’s traits.  

And PLEASE do not try and convince me she offers Voldemort something Harry doesn't in terms of being an equal partner or someone he respects, because I cannot fathom how the woman who squeals "MASTER MASTER PLEASE I'M SORRY DON'T HURT ME - I'll wash your anus with my tongue, PLEASE master!" is somehow more respectable than brave, upright, dignified Harry.

*I’m NOT referring to a specific fic. I have been in this fandom since 2011, and I have read it dozens of times, on FF and AO3 alike.

Lastly - they're not a pretty picture

I'm just going to say it... you know those people you kinda knew in high school who now post about their kinky sex life on Facebook? The girl who posts "Daddy 🥺 ?" and the dude responds "Yes, kitten?" in the comments? The chick who has no shame in posting her wolf-tail butt plug or joining a bunch of kinkster groups?

The girl who later ends up getting the shit beaten out of her by said repulsive scrote (no shock) and posting about it on Facebook only to repeat the cycle again and again?

That's literally what Bellamort makes me think about. It's not even like it's deeply upsetting so much as it's disappointing: A reminder of the lowest very promising, very beautiful women can get for men who ought to be curb-stomped and thrown in a ditch.

Tbh the best ending for Bellatrix in canon would've been if she disemboweled and slaughtered Voldemort for ruining her fucking life with his ridiculous tacky cult. He's my baby, but he's a vile scrote first, and I wish Bellatrix had realized what a toxic, life-draining narcissistic psychopathic moron he was. But alas, she too was a pathetic worm.

#anti bellamort #shipping wars #server #asks #i have covid and i'm really mean rn #tw domestic abuse #tw brutally mean #tw anti men hate speech

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Warrior Cats Rewritten: Riverstar's Home

Version 1.1: Shadowsight and Whistlepaw have been added in! Also replaced Mossy Pelt's placeholder name.

Flutter is being taught Cool Fun Stuff by her uncle Ripple, she is the only family Ripple has left. Her parent, Squirrel, Ripple's sibling, died the day she was born. Squirrel is a tolly (nonbinary) and cause of death is purposely not specified.

Ripple is (lightly) scolded by Arc for wanting to swim and play in the pond at the Park. It gets him all wet, then no humans want to feed him or be around him. He doesn't care! Water is Cool!

Arc is the leader of the Cats Of The Park. He is a bit gruff, but he has a HUGE soft spot for young cats.

But not all is well, readers, for humans are kind of assholes. Their have been many complaints about the feral cat colony, especially after one of the cats broke into a home and stole some food. Twolegs are coming to capture cats!

A few cats are chased onto a roaring-path (thunderpath) and in an effort to save them, Arc jumps cleanly into the car window, making it swerve and miss the cats. He is thrown from the monster, and before Ripple can get get to him, he is killed by another swerving car, by accident.

In the chaos, sweet little Flutter is captured, and brought away from the Park with a bunch of the other cats.

Ripple jumps into the river, and gets away using a large tree branch, his paw occasionally paddling.

Fishing is hit and miss. He can catch minnows with ease, but bigger fish are escaping him for now. He finds Night and Mist, and learns to get better at swimming in moving water, though his looong fur looks hilarious to Night when she puts her head under.

Deciding to search for the missing cats, he heads out with Mist to search for them, but the Park is empty. They're gone. Undeterred but getting tired, they head home.

On the way there, they meet a handsome golden tabby tom with a single eye, and his young daughter, who looks like an eerie, very uncanny version of him. River Ripple can't look at her for long.

One Eye talks about his ex-make, Sun Spot, and how they fell out of love. Sun Spot took their 2 sons, Blue Eyes and Light. He wasn't bothered, his favorite was always Star Flower.

They bond, heavily. A lot goes unsaid between them that River Ripple will look back on with a mix of longing and horror.

More moons go by, the Sun Trail Followers arrive, Mist and Night are a bit apprehensive... But not aggressive.

They find a little group that was inspired by River Ripple's "heroism" (literally just giving a young cat a fish he caught) and beg to join. ANY side characters from Canon!Riverstar's Home are joining. It establishes that River Ripple is kinda put on a pedestal, but he enjoys being kind.

Any other side characters shown are getting reduxed as well. With lots of changed names. Also, the mythical 'Pumpkinpatch', who apparently doesn't exist, exists now.

Mist finally introduces River Ripple to his kits. He kept the youngsters at the Barn that Barley will one day inhabit. Since there is no obligation to stay in camp yet, he was effectively a proto-Daylight Warrior!

The kits are Smoke, Shadow, and Shine. They are renamed to Dawn Smoke, Deep Shadow, and Dazzling Shine. DS triplets!

River Ripple bonds heavily with them, and cares so much about them, the same way he does for Flutter.

After The First Battle, he promises to the lost cats that he WILL find them. He starts talking with Hawk, who, while he hates them, can't resist the idea of fucking up a twoleg's day. He leads River Ripple to a shelter cageplace, where the Cats of the Park are kept.

Trying to get them out is almost hopeless, until they crash into 4 loners. The first introduces himself as Nightheart, which Night loves the sound of. The second is Shadow Eyes, a very beaten up looking tom. The third is a small, skinny molly who just calls herself Whistle. The final cat is too shy, and her friends introduces her as Frosty Paws. Though Whistle and Frosty Paws are still very young, the group are clever and crafty, knowing stories about how other cats have been freed from cageplaces before!

They get into the mall, River Ripple gets trapped in the elevator of it, but Nightheart accidently pulls on a shiny red branch, and it rains in the building! A loud noise sounds! The twolegs panic and scatter, and the 5 get into the cageplace, freeing the Cats of the Park.

Nightheart, Whistle, Shadow Eyes and Frosty Paws say they have to leave for a while, heading down to Highstones.

Flutter is happy to be in the group, but sickness is spreading. She catches it after hunting a sick mouse [but she was so happy to use the skills her uncle taught her :( ] and it forces him to co-operate with the Clans. In the meantime, Gray Wing has joined and is becoming a problem. He is rude to Flutter about the Park culture, and trying to flirt with Storm Bird. Storm Bird and Night (who seriously thinks the name of that weird black cat was cool) are courts. Not yet mates, but flirting.

Star Flower gets cats killed, Flutter and Dawn Smoke nearly die until Thunder BURSTS in with the cure. He has found the correct Blazing Star.

After bringing Gray Wing with him to fight for their border and keep cats safe, watching Gray Wing defend Clear Sky with one breath and damn One Eye in the other for doing the same thing, River Ripple begins to put his foot, only to get slashed on the ear, ripping it badly. Storm Bird and Night kick him out. The rip in his ear is so bad that it completely changes the way his ear moves, almost like a river changing course...

(Book 5) One Eye is facing down River Ripple during a horrific blizzard. It's about the what if, the what could still be, the what must never be. When One Eye threatens Dazzling Shine, saying she isn't his real daughter, River Ripple lunges. The 2 toms break through the frozen river, and it is only due to his sheer love for the river, having studied its current and knowing every inch of it that River Ripple survives. He brings up One Eye's body, and Star Flower screeches at him, swearing vengeance.

(Book 6) Mist and River Ripple are basking on Sunningrocks when Deep Shadow swims up to them, the poor boy screaming about something horrible.

A cat they let in was working with Star Flower, and has just killed a young cat by poisoning food. River Ripple chases a cat fleeing camp, a Rogue they had let in who seemed to want to get close with Deep Shadow.

River Ripple chases the cat down when he notices they flee camp, calling for Star Flower, but when they get to the stepping stones, the cat slips, breaks their jaw, and drowns.

River Ripple swears this is the last time he is gonna have a meeting with the other cats to Tall Shadow, but he isn't completely sincere. On one hand, he is becoming bonded friends with plenty of others, on the other hand... He is having dreams of being dragged towards Highstones by his tail every night. He knows he isn't getting out of this, no matter how much he wants to stay out of things and remain peaceful.

They talk about the spirit cats message, all waiting for Thunder to arrive. When he does, he and Clear Sky get into a fight, and clouds cover the moon, beginning to pour rain. Flutter tells River Ripple that she is scared of what is coming, she can feel something bad is about to happen. She points out that Thunder is looking at Star Flower with a rage she's never seen from any cat. Star Flower is behind the assassinations, but Clear Sky won't believe it. Sky Petal is more reasonable, but she is taking care of 3 kittens, she is BUSY.

River Ripple is a witness to Thunder killing Star Flower, but he promises he won't say anything. They bury her near Sunningrocks while the river is still near frozen, accidentally digging a little too deep. One of those boulders is kinda loose...

He is given Bubbling Stream, and she teaches him about her Starclan connection. He teaches her about fishing, which she takes well to, but her true passion lies with shaping clay. Together, they create a little bowl and put herbs in it for Dappled Pelt, who is experimenting with everything she heard about from Frosty Paws and Whistle! Science lady meets young heaven-bound girl and who NEEDS to take a vow of no kits? Dappled Pelt absolutely loves Bubbling Stream immediately. River Ripple himself swears that he will personally train her the same way Arc trained him. He will raise her like a daughter, alongside his stepkids.

Flutter pulls him aside, telling him that she saw Nightheart and Frosty Paws again, and that she and Pumpkinpatch are going to go with them on their journey. River Ripple is sad, but he loves Flutter enough to let her go. He thinks of how proud he is of her, how much she's grown. She leaves with them, and her new mate, Pumpkinpatch.

He goes to Highstones and... Turns around. He can't do this. The dread is welling up inside him, maybe he should give the Leading Role to Night Hear-

He feels a hard pull on his tail.

Something unseen in the darkness of Mothermouth is dragging him to the Moonstone.

There, he receives his 9 lives, and vows to use them to help Riverclan how HE wants to with his OWN ideals. They may have blessed him but they don't own him.

He gets home to a happy announcement, Dazzling Shine is expecting kits with a lovely tom named Tulip Ear. Dazzling Shine is a pale gray dappled molly with short legs and bright yellow eyes. Tulip Ear is a thick furred gray speckled tom with amber eyes, a white belly, and curled ears.

Riverstar realizes that, though he has lost his home at the Park, he has made a new one, and his new family is flourishing. He might attend a Gathering later, maybe not. But he begins to formally train an Apprentice.

Epilogue: Riverstar is extremely old, on his deathbed. His great grandson, Shining Reed, is telling him all about the fun things he did on his first day out of camp when he suddenly begins to feel weak. He calls the little dark orange tom over to have a nap with him. Shining Reed cuddles up to him, and they fall asleep. At least.... Shining Reed does. Riverstar loses his last life as he drifts off.

He sees Frosty Paws when he opens his eyes, pacing and fretting over what to do. When she leaves the den, Riverstar gets bored, and rips up a dock leaf into the shape of a star, a little gift for the cat who helped him build his home. He puts it into her nest, and watches her shock when she finds it, shouting out to a cat named Mothwing that she found an answer.

#warrior cats #warrior cats rewrite #wcr #warriors #riverstar's home #riverstar's home spoilers #riverstar #frostpaw #river ripple #tall shadow #one eye wc #wind runner #thunder wc #clear sky #gray wing #star flower #bubbling stream #moth flight #nightheart #shadowsight #whistlepaw #wc flutter

[pristinekanesays]

 🦋 Life Is Strange: Mental Health Headcanons

 🦋 warnings: heavy topics, mentions of psychical and verbal abuse, mentions of mental illness, kate's suicide attempt, a gif of warren beating the shit out of nathan which is funny to me, mentions of my literal enemy mark jefferson

 🎧 A/N: I was feeling a little silly, goofy even. This idea popped into my head as I was writing some relationship headcanons but I decided to write this instead, the relationship headcanons will be out later today though probably or tomorrow. ツ (this took like 9 hours)

 🦋 Chloe Price:

  💾 An attachment to Rachel who turned out to be just really only leading her on and giving her false hope, a dead father who she keeps seeing in her brutal nightmares, an abusive stepfather who we see hit her after a certain choice and has probably hit her before on several occasions, a mother who rarely takes her side and a best friend that's dipped only to come back and not tell her.

   📼Her emotions can change in a split second from 0% to 100% almost immediately, she's seen smoking which she probably uses to drift away from reality and ease the way she feels.

  📝I think that from research and playing the game that Chloe has Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), from her trust and abandonment issues, being unable to take control of her emotions and the meltdown she had in Chaos Theory.

  🍂Kate Marsh:

 💾 Kate is so deeply traumatized by what Nathan did to her, drugging her and promising that he'll take her to a hospital (he lied to her, he's an asshole). Only for Victoria to spread a video of her kissing complete strangers for the whole school, town and her extremely religious family to see.

  📼Her room is unclean and messy, things are spread across the floor including books and clothes, when she's at her desk she looks noticeably tired with red, puffy eyes from crying. Inside her room, it's dark and her mirror is covered up (afraid to look at herself, i think she's beautiful by the way.) When she's on the roof threatening to jump, she's correct that we don't know her mother but she apparently thinks that Kate is already on her way to hell.

 📝I think from how her behaviour is in the game that she has Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) & Depression.

 📷 Max Caulfield:

 💾 She's gone through hell and back, watching her best friend get shot and finding out that she has literal powers that can rewind time. Then having to rewind and save Kate's life, rewinding to stop Victoria from going to Mark Jefferson and ending up in the dark room, saving Chloe from getting killed by a train and shot by Mark, finding Rachel's dead body and ending up in the dark room herself.

  📼Max seems to be pretty socially awkward and just focuses on photography entirely, she probably struggles making friends and communicating with others.

  📝I think that Max has Social Anxiety Disorder (SAD), from her tending to avoid certain social decisions and her problems communicating with other people. Also, she could possibly have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) after the Life Is Strange events take place, from her time in the dark room and constantly having to rewind and save Chloe's life.

 🎭Rachel Amber:

 💾 Rachel sort of has to have everyone's eyes on her, you know? The popular girl that everyone knows, especially after she goes missing. Finding out that her dad's cheating on her mom, who turns out to actually not be her biological mother, that shit would fuck with anyone's head.

  📼She's described as a huge flirt from the way she acts with Frank and Chloe but she's leading them both on at the same time, putting a huge strain on both of their relationships. Chloe's convinced that Frank is a huge creep (a little) especially since he has her bracelet but Chloe refuses to believe that Rachel would have did that to her. (going behind her back, lying to her.)

 📝Histrionic Personality Disorder (HPD), it seems to describe her and her behaviour pretty well. Her emotions, her powers , how she started a whole fucking wildfire and her very unhealthy behaviour.

 🎬 Victoria Chase:

 💾 The Queen Bee! It's obvious that she was born into a wealthy family due to her expensive jewellery, clothes and very expensive camera equipment. (I see why Nathan and Victoria get along, they're both rich people who slightly get on my nerves.)

  📼From what she said to Max, it's obvious that she's jealous of her and probably afraid she'll take the spotlight or her place probably. She wants to be liked, the center of attention and if she isn't then she'll have a fucking fit. (I'm gonna have a BF, a bitch fit!) It's also obvious that she's very close with Nathan and aware of his unstable behaviour, their relationship can be seen as romantic or just friends. (i don't ship them, more like brother & sister.)

 📝It says on her profile that she could possibly have Histrionic Personality Disorder (HPD), seductive behaviour, self-centeredness and constantly seeking reassurance or approval.

 🎮 Warren Graham:

 💾 It's my favourite dork! He's literally 16 and in a school specifically for seniors, smart much? It's said that he probably advanced a couple grades on his profile due to him being pretty smart.

 📼He's seen a few times fidgeting around, he's literally unable to stay still apart from when he's getting his picture taken. He acts without thinking like how he beat Nathan Prescott's ass (twice) and I get the vibe he'd also struggle focusing on certain tasks.

 📝I couldn't find anything on Warren but personally i think he has Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) from what I said earlier, he's unable to stay still, acts without thinking and struggles focusing on certain tasks. (like loving me back)

 🧨 Nathan Prescott:

 💾 He's a horrible person and I don't defend this man but I do feel bad for him, physically and verbally abused by his own father, used by Mark Jefferson all because he's rich and easy to manipulate. He went down all the dark paths in the world for a fucked up dickhead (i literally despise mark jefferson, i will beat his ass.)

 📼It's obvious he's mentally unstable and everyone around him knows, they just don't care except for his therapist. It's heavily implied that he suffers from paranoia, anxiety and psychosis. From his scary ass drawings and a letter from his therapist directed towards his father detailing how Nathan is `disconnected from reality`.

📝Nathan is confirmed to have Bipolar Disorder and Schizophrenia from the medicine (Risperidone, from his profile) that he takes which is used to treat both of those things. And possibly, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) which could have been brought on by the abuse he endures from his father. (i'll beat his ass as well.)

#🤍kane's headcanons #nathan prescott x reader #kate marsh x reader #victoria chase x reader #max caulfield x reader #chloe price x fem!reader #rachel amber x reader #warren graham x reader #lis headcanons #life is strange headcanons

[maisha133]

ACFTL was disappointing

Okay so it is currently 1:41 AM and I have finished reading A Curse for True Love and I have been let down and just wanted to get my thoughts out

Jacks characterization was the biggest down fall; The book is basically about Evangeline pinning for Jack but I wished it was the other way around; Jacks finds out Evangeline lost her memories and avoids him because she believes he is dangerous and he gets pissed off and desperately tries to get her back. I think this change in story telling would have allowed so much character growth for Jacks considering the fact he is so cold and calculating and having him grow desperate to have Evangeline by his side shows how much she had affected him and also showcase his humanity/vulnerability in his desperation to have her by his side as opposed to being cold and indifferent which leads me to the next point

JACKS BEING AN ASSHOLE-Literally every Evakjacks scene starts like this Jacks says a sassy/asshole dialogue>save Evangeline>Evangeline swoons>Jacks goes back to being an asshole again. Now I get Jacks often puts out a cold front because he doesn't want to be too close to Evangeline and hurt her. But we are three books in and it is established that Jacks loves her. So I don't understand the unnecessary rudeness like ie coming in the middle of the night tossing clothes at her face as she is waking up and almost knocking her off the bridge (yes I am well aware he was never going to let Evangeline fall) but dang does he have to be rude all the time???? I wanted Evangeline to tell him off, all she needed to say was something like "Jacks stop being such a jerk and wasting my time " and he would have stopped. But no. Evangeline is constantly talking about how angelic his face is and how blonde his hair is. Jacks treat your girl better pls????

Evangeline and damsel in distress x 1000000 -damn my girl cannot catch a break literally everyone is trying to kill her. Now I am a firm believer that strong female characters don't have to be physical fighters and I am ok with Eva not being a fighter. However, I wish she would have gotten herself out of danger at times maybe just by using her wits or having a strategy? I got tired of seeing Jacks saving her. Yes he did teach her self defense but not much came out of that?

SO MANY MISSING PLOT POINTS- The bite of on Evangeline's wrist-does she owe Jacks a debt anymore? Luc? What about Evangeline's parents, what about her family's shop-does she not want to go back to Valenda?? Probably more I cannot think of right now.

Evangeline is not the first fox? Major disappointment in that. The first two books heavily implied that Evangeline was the first fox and there were so many hints regarding that ie Chaos telling Evangeline she looked like the first fox in TBONA and Jacks having volumes of the archer and the fox in his office (clearly he is not over the fox girl either) Also the fact he is over Donatella just like that?? Didn't she cause him so much heartbreak? Atleast having them talk it out would have helped to bring closure. Also are we never going to figure out who the first fox girl was? If not Evangeline? IDK it takes away the true love/soul mates aspect that drawn me to Evajacks in the first place imo

TOO MUCH APOLLO. I don't know why we got so many chapters of him, I rather had more chapters of Jacks and EvaJacks moments. Especially when it was established that he is the antagonist so I do not know why he was a main character when it really showed have been more about Evangeline and Jacks

No evajacks wedding-I am super bitter that we don't get to see Jacks and Evangeline having their wedding like in her dream

Overall, I think TBONA was 100/10, definitely the best book in the series. I still love this series to death and I am grateful for Stephanie for sharing her story with us. I just feel so underwhelmed from the ending, it sooo could have been better. I think the biggest problem is that the story was too complicated. Stephanie should have kept it straightforward>Evangeline is the reincarnation of Jack's true love and the first fox, Apollo is the bad guy, Jacks fights to be with Evangeline, they win and get married. Not everything has to be sophisticated. It’s okay if stories are predicatable, they just need to be good.

3.5/5

#evangeline #jacks #spoilers #evajacks #acftl #caraval #i am so sad its 2:05 am lol this story did not hit #myrants #i still love this series to death still enjoyed all the evajacks moments #loved the confession scene

[f10werfae]

Secret Sex Tape

pairing: Tom Holland x Mackie!Reader

-Requests are open/Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

(This is short but hopefully it’s sweet enough to your liking)

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“Nah man stay away from my niece, it’s weird” Anthony laughed taking a sip of beer around the table on set, watching Tom’s eyes follow Y/n around the set. Anthony luckily had gotten his niece an internship with the camera team on set, giving her the experience she needed for the career she oh so dearly wanted.

“Mate I didn’t even say anything” Tom whined, being teased for the hundredth time today, especially after Anthony found out about Tom's not so little crush on his niece, Y/n Mackie.

“Holland she’d never go for you, trust” Mackie laughed setting down his glass bottle, hearing his name being called from the set, leaving behind a smirking Holland who was now leaning back onto his seat before pushing himself up to stand up to walk towards his trailer

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“You took too long Tommy” Y/n whined tucking herself in more into Tom’s bed, nodding her head further into the soft plush cushion he had gotten specifically for her.

“Sorry babe, you know your uncle will literally kill me if he catches us, you know that right?”

Tom laughed watching Y/n pout, flipping up his side of the bed Tom slipped in beside her, pulling her body flush up against his.

“I’m naked Tommy bar my shorts” Y/n laughed throwing her arms around his neck, caging her legs around his waist to wrap herself around him like a koala.

“Mhm I know” He smirked pushing her chest against his even more, feeling her hardened nipples brush up against his chest, a satisfied smile coming up on his face. Y/n scoffed slightly, getting used to her boyfriend being such a perverted asshole, after all it’s already been 7 months.

“How long we gotta keep this secret” She whispered pulling the sheets over her and Tom’s head, her hands resting on the nape of his neck and playing with his unruly baby curls. His face hidden into the crook of her neck, inhaling her deep coconut scent,

“I dunno baby, i’m happy with what you wanna do, but just know your uncle will kill me” He chuckled moving one of his hands down to slip them under her velvet shorts, groping one of her cheeks in his hand almost like it was for his own comfort. Y/n leant down and kissed Tom’s forehead, rubbing his arm as he peppered soft kisses all over her chest lovingly; making sure to leave marks wherever he could.

“I-I wanna tell him Tom, I want to be able to go on actual dates with you and tell my family that you’re my boyfriend. I’m sick of sneaking around, even though it is exhilarating”

“Hmm alright if that’s what you want lovie, i’ll stand behind you on that. I dont even know why he’s so against it?” Tom huffed

“Baby he’s against every boy i’ve ever let him meet-“

“Hold on what boys? You told me I was your first proper boyfriend” Tom interrupted looking up at his girlfriend, absolutely awestruck by her beauty, “Well yeah you are, doesn’t mean he hasn’t met my guy friends”

Poking both of their heads out from under the covers, Y/n leaned forward and pushed her lips against Tom’s for a soft sensual kiss, his hands both going to settle on the backs of her thighs to pull her on top of him.

“H-hey babe, you know that uh movie we made? A few weeks ago? I was wonderin’ if you could send me a copy”

“You mean the sex tape?”

“Shush don’t say it so loudly, Mackie has the ears of an eagle” Tom scolded watching his girlfriend’s lips pull up into a teasing smile before falling into one of shock,

“what is it love?”

“T-the movie, it’s on the camera I lent to the Russo-“

“Fuck FUCK FUCK” Tom screamed rushing out of the bed, not even sparing a second glance as he ran towards the current set

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[foxcantswim]

Barbie x Harley Quinn // Lucky I Love Ya

First Barbie x Harley fic out there??? I am now BEGGING for more. I am also begging for requests for these two. I'm on my knees at this point.

Harley breaks Barbie out of jail. Afterall, she would do anything for her girlfriend.

TW: Mention of catcalling, blood, language

Barbie had been arrested… again… She had been catcalled one too many times and she had simply lost her patience, a punch and a kick there had landed her in yet another cell.

Harley grabbed hold of Barbie's wrist and pulled her closer, "Watch your back!" she shouted before pointing a gun at a cop who had appeared behind Barbie.

Taking a deep breath, Barbie closed her eyes and awaited the gunshot. She flinched. Harley had always been on the extreme side. She had even offered Barbie a gun a few days ago, which she obviously declined.

An arm wrapped around Barbie's waist, "You sure are lucky I like you enough to bust you outta here, puddin'."

A shy smile appeared on Barbie's face, "You know I appreciate it. But you don't have to keep…" she dared to take a look behind her towards the body on the floor, "Keep doing things like this," her voice became quiet.

The concept of death was always something Barbie had a problem with. And Harley didn't exactly help with that.

"Anything for my doll," Harley licked her lips, leaning in close, "One day you'll use a gun and you'll see just how exciting this shit can be." Barbie took a step back, narrowly avoiding Harley's kiss. Harley stuck out her tongue, Barbie couldn't help but smile.

Barbie was grateful for Harley. She had run into her when she was robbing a bank… Of course she was. A stray bullet had flew past her head, missing her by mere inches. Harley was about to make sure the next bullet hit its mark, but then she realised something. It was almost as if she was looking into a mirror…

Harley was determined to look after this mysterious woman from that day on.

It had been a few months since the two first met now.

"You want to take me to where?"

"BarbieLand!" Barbie exclaimed with a huge grin on her face.

BarbieLand was something she had brought up a few times, Harley was still confused at the possibility of a whole other world which was run by women and… very pink?

"This again?" she groaned, "You really think someone like me would be able to function somewhere like that? You know I love ya, doll, but I ain't goin' anywhere near that place," Harley said as she sat down on the sofa, leaning back.

"Erm… Gloria probably wouldn't like it if you got…" Barbie nodded towards Harley's blood covered clothes, "That on her furniture."

Speaking of Gloria. She almost fainted from a panic attack upon seeing TWO Barbies. It had taken a few weeks for her to get used to it.

"Isn't this kind of weird…?" she had asked.

"I'm literally friends with a walking shark and a woman who can control plants. Nothin' is weird to me."

Harley giggled up at Barbie, "Me n Gloria are like this," she crossed her fingers, "She won't mind."

"I won't mind what?"

"Speak of the devil," Harley smirked before kicking her feet up on the coffee table.

"Hi, sorry I'm late I had a-" Gloria froze in her tracks, "Get up! Now!" she shouted, instantly moving to grab Harley's hand to pull her up, "What the hell happened?"

"Nothin'!" Harley smiled as innocently as she could.

Gloria released her hand, "Really?" she tried to control her breathing at the sight of blood staining her couch.

"Some assholes were gettin' all up in my doll's business. I only did what was right and broke her out of jail."

"Jail?! Again?!" Gloria's eyes darted towards Barbie who was shifting back and forth on her feet.

"She was stickin' up for herself," Harley argued, "Men can be assholes."

Gloria sighed deeply, "That doesn't mean you can go around killing people! For one thing, you are dragging evidence here!" Despite not wanting to be anywhere near the blood, she ran to the kitchen to grab some rubber gloves in preparation of a thorough cleanup. This hadn't been the first time Harley had shown up covered in blood. Of course Gloria had called the cops the first handful of times, but each and every time Harley would somehow escape and show up once again.

"She was only trying to help," Barbie muttered as Gloria made her way back towards the couch with multiple different cleaning products in hand.

Harley laughed and walked up behind Barbie, wrapping her aways around her waist, "Ya see… Even puddin' knows I'm only doing what's right."

Gloria had found it incredibly narcissistic when Harley had announced that she was in a relationship with Barbie a few weeks ago. But then again, that was totally a Harley thing to do.

"I never said it was right," Barbie gasped.

"You wound me, babe!" Harley pouted as she rested her chin on Barbie's shoulder.

"You need to leave. Both of you. I need to disinfect the whole house." Gloria loved Barbie, regardless of her choices. And if Harley made her happy, then who was she to judge? If Gloria was being honest, she was glad that Harley was there to look after Barbie in the outside world. She was still learning about how to be human, afterall. She just hoped that Barbie was learning how to be a good person.

Harley planted a kiss on Barbie's cheek before moving away, "But where would we go? You can't kick us out like this," Harley wiped her eyes, trying her hardest to produce tears.

Barbie's frown soon turned into a huge smile, "We can go to BarbieLand!"

Before Harley could protest, Gloria interrupted, "Yes. That is a great idea. The police won't look for you there."

Harley was quickly on knees in front of Gloria, "Don't let her take me there!" she clasped her hands together and begged, "What if I don't make it back alive?!"

"You are always so dramatic," Gloria shook her head before looking over at Barbie, "Go on. Take all the time you need."

Barbie giggled with joy before pulling Harley up from the ground, "We're going to have so much fun, Harley!" she placed a kiss on her cheek, which melted the latter's heart.

It was becoming increasingly hard for Harley to deny whatever Barbie wanted. It was rare for Barbie to show affection, so a simple kiss on the cheek was usually her undoing.

"Okay! You've convinced me, doll!" Harley linked their arms together before dragging her towards the door, "Good luck with the blood!" she laughed towards Gloria.

"Ha ha……" Gloria rolled her eyes. Just before thy were about to leave the house, Gloria gasped, "Harley! Clean yourself up before you leave!"

"Booooo! You're no fun," she replied. Barbie had to forcefully drag Harley up the stairs towards the bathroom.

Harley clicked the lock as soon as they were in. It was barely even five seconds before Barbie found herself pushed against the sink.

"Nope!" Barbie put a hand up as Harley leaned in, "I refuse to kiss you when you are covered in… that."

"Dollfaaaace, you're killin' me!" Harley rolled her eyes, but she did indeed move Barbie out of the way in order to reach the sink. She had never scrubbed her face faster, water and soap splashed over the sides haphazardly.

"There we go!" Harley cheered before turning towards Barbie once more, instantly claiming her lips with her own. Barbie automatically smiled into the kiss.

"Much better," Barbie said when she pulled away.

"Love ya, babe," Harley moved a stray hair out of Barbie's face before going back in for seconds. The kiss soon deepened, it was always hard for Harley not to escalate things.

A loud bang could soon be heard coming from the front door.

"Ma'am, we're looking for Harley Quinn… Again."

"Fuckin' cops," Harley groaned as she buried her face into a panting Barbie's neck.

"L-Language," Barbie shivered under her grasp.

"I think it's about time we jump this place, puddin'," she pressed a soft kiss to the underside of her jaw before reluctantly pulling away.

The pair made their way to the room next door, Barbie always made sure to keep a spare change of clothes in a bag for Harley.

"Do I really need to change?" she groaned.

"Yes! You can't go out looking like that!" Blood still clearly stained her clothes.

"Lucky I love ya," Harley rolled her eyes before grabbing the bag.

Barbie clapped her hands together in excitement as she watched Harley change, "We're finally going to BarbieLand!" she shouted.

"Shh!" Harley hushed her.

Once Harley was finally changed, she ran towards the window and flung it open. She reached out to hold Barbie's hand before the pair jumped.

Harley was not looking forward to the trip to BarbieLand. She had no idea what was in store for her… But if it made Barbie happy, then so be it. The smile on her girlfriend's face as they skated alongside the beach was worth it.

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[beesmygod]

BLOODBORNE LORE Q+A PART 5: BOSSES

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

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THE HUNTER ASKS:

there IS a connection! where queen yharnam can be found, so can her shadows! they're HER shadows, not the shadows of the city. this is a reasonable inference given they have low poly pthumerian faces under the hoods. i brightened the shit out of this screencap to make it easy to see.

the boss version is found right before you run into her (or, really, one of her projections*) in the moonside lake and the others right before we bump into her on our way to deal with mergo.

*this is some speculation but its not without backing. the real queen yharnam can summon two ghostly clones of herself who can be distinguished from the real one because they are not pregnant. the one you meet before mergo poofs like the ones she summons during her fight if you hit her.

they do suck tho. kind of a shitty fight. if youre a confederate and you summon henryk its not even fair. something DID happen in development tho. lance macdonald, who does a lot of bloodborne datamining that whips ass, recently posted a comprehensive history of this bastard: the snake ball

despite the shadows of yharnam sucking ass and being one of the weaker boss fights, i seriously think this looks way worse and it was a good idea to cut it. if i reached the end of this notoriously grueling and miserably boring level full of literally nothing but snakes just to be served another, bigger snake i would become saint patrick irl. at least they pretended it wasnt snakes at first with the current fight lol.

i dont really get the snake infestation thing. like its there and there's the whole madras twins story or whatever. but it doesnt really seem to have any attribution to any outside force. it just seems like its some shit that happens in yharnam. sucks. maybe this is supposed to be another example of the line between man and beast blurring, like the note in byrgenwerth.

THE HUNTER ASKS:

lol i love this question. i have no idea. how tf does he know its name is paarl. it sure as shit didnt tell him. "vacuous rom" at least comes from micolash but i dont know how you would know it before that. how does the hunter know its a spider. how does the hunter know ebrietas is a girl. the insane confidence to decide that mergo's wet nurse is a wet nurse is unfathomable.

i saw someone on reddit call logarius "gary" and i thought that was very disrespectful. does that help.

THE HUNTER ASKS:

i think so! not a lot of info on those guys. i appreciate their existence tho. they have a sick hat you can steal.

i guess i don't really understand how fire works in the bloodborne universe, really. laurence's burning body could be read as metaphorical but none of the fires in yharnam go out easily. old yharnam is still burning, somehow. some pthumerican enemies can cast hadoukens for no reason, for example: the pthumerian elder, those chalice dungeon enemies that look like the chapel dweller, the keeper of the old lords and their horrible dog, the shadows of yharnam............lady maria..........!

the only one i can think of that breaks this pattern are the beast possessed soul and the loran cleric who tries to kill you IRL by lighting your PS4 on fire with his AOE attack. i know i post this all the time but please watch this 30 second clip of this asshole casting nuclear winter on this poor hunter

genuinely no clue on this. fire cleanses or whatever but other than that its a mysterious force in universe that behaves oddly.

THE HUNTER ASKS:

i believe so! she's at least a cainhurst knight if her outfit is anything to go by. its such a good fight. her song on the OST is a waltz and its like they created the fight around keeping time.

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i should cut this here. next time i can focus entirely on rom/mensis/the one reborn, etc. almost done. that post will probably be long tho.

but everyone is so wrong about what happened so you have to deal with it.

I GOT A LOT OF PROBLEMS WITH YOU PEOPLE

#bloodborne #long post/ #lore #Youtube

[gnrbitch]

Grunge Days Pt.2- CrossRoads

Warnings: Profanity, smoking.

If you haven’t read book one, click here

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1990

“I don’t think i should go dude” Slash nervously said to Duff.

Duff had pulled the “guns n roses” card on the ticket manager earlier that day… before everyone bailed on him, so now here he stood in Slash’s house, asking him to come along with him.

“Y’know you weren’t my first choice Slash” Duff said, “But everyone else bailed on me! So now you have to come”

“Thanks for making me feel so welcomed” Slash mumbled to himself. “What if it’s awkward?” He asked

“Well of course it’s gonna be awkward!” Duff said “But it’s better to get it over with now”

Shit, Slash thought, he’s right. “Okay fine I’ll go, what time does it start?”

Duff checked the time on Slash’s wall, “In like 6 minutes”

“Jesus fucken christ, let’s go” Slash said as he got up from his couch, Duff stumbling behind him as he was already drunk.

They made it to the Troubadour right as the band went on stage, hearing a male voice speaking through the microphone.

A woman’s (Who they later figured out was AIC’s manager) eyes widened as she saw the pair in the backstage area (they had gone through the back door).

She quickly made her way to them, grabbing Duff by the arm, “Y/ns brother right?” She said

“Yup, that’s me” He drunkly smiled as Slash just awkwardly stood there.

“Okay you need to come with me” She said motioning the two men to follow her.

She walked them over to the left side of the stage, where you couldn’t really see anything from the stages point of view.

“I’ll come get you two after the show. Stay put.” The lady said as she walked away from the pair.

Duff glanced over at Slash “Jeez what’s her issue”

Slash just shrugged at him as his eyes went back to the stage, by now Alice was midway through their first song on the set, ‘Bleed The Freak’.

The two men’s eyes stayed on Y/n as she played and sang many of the background vocals and harmonies.

It was like the summer of ‘86 never even happened, now they were just enjoying the show and occasionally whispering to each other how good the band was.

Well except for when Duff mentally (okay lie, it was written all over his face) cringed when Y/n took off her black long sleeve, leaving her only in a her bra and baggy jeans. That’s when reality hit him again and he remembered that it was his sister on stage.

The band played their last song, which was currently the bands biggest hit, ‘Man in the box’.

The crowed cheered for them as the song ended, and Y/n went up to the mic to finish off the show.

“I wanna thank you guys for coming out” Y/n breathlessly spoke into the mic, being cut off by everyone cheering for them again. “Hope you guys enjoyed yourselves! until next time, goodnight from Alice in Chains. ” she said throwing up her hand, walking off stage along with the rest of the boys.

“Dude we fucken killed that!” Jerry, their bassist said as he threw Y/n over his shoulder, Layne laughed as he looked at Y/ns annoyed face, knowing she hated when Jerry did that.

“um dude how about you put me down? i have to go find my fucken shirt”

“You mean this shirt?” Sean said as hung the shirt over Y/n’s face, she tried to grab it, but the asshole threw the shirt over to Layne.

“Give me my shirt Layne!” Y/n said trying to get out of Jerry’s grasp, they were playful little dicks alright, never a moment where they weren’t fucking around.

“Y/n your-” Their manager called walking into the dressing room with Slash and Duff, cutting herself off mid sentence as saw Y/n over Jerry’s shoulder, and Sean and Layne tossing her shirt like if it was a football.

Jerry quickly turned around to face their manager, almost giving Y/n whiplash as he spun her around. So now Jerry was facing Slash, Duff, and Susan (their manager), and Y/ns face was quite literally on Jerry’s ass, being unable to see what was going on.

The room suddenly turned quite as the rest of the Alice guy’s eyes widened at the sight of Y/ns brother.

“Hey! what the fuck is going on and why haven’t you put me down Jerry” Y/n said as she heard nothing but pure silence, trying to get a glimpse at who else was in the room, only able to see their shoes.

“Oh right, sorry about that” Jerry said, letting out an awkward chuckle as he put her down.

Y/n turned around to look at what her bandmates were looking at. Being not so shocked to see Duff, but definitely being caught off guard as she saw Slash standing right next to him.

Look, now she knew she was obviously gonna come across Duff, but Slash? there was still a whole bunch of weird tension between the two, especially since this is her first time seeing him (And Duff too, but it’s different) in the longest, and she definitely didn’t think Duff would bring Slash with him, to see her.

“Hey” Y/n said as calmly and non-awkwardly as she could.

“Hey Y/n!” Duff excitedly said as he went up to hug her.

The girl cracked a smile and hugged him back, making eye contact with Slash before he quickly looked away.

“These are my band mates, Layne, Jerry and Sean” She said after she let go of their embrace.

“Guys this is Duff, and Slash” She said, nodding her head towards the curly headed boy who awkwardly stood there.

He hadn’t even said one word, the show was fun, but now this was just emotional torture to him. The fuck should i say? He thought.

Duff quickly sparked up a conversation with the Alice boys, turning his head over to Slash as he spoke,

“Slash, it’s rude not to greet people” He giggled at his friend, still totally wasted.

Slash smiled and shook his head, going up to properly greet the boys. They talked for a tiny bit until Slash just quietly stood there, quietly laughing along to whatever they were saying

“Bold of you not to say Hello to me” The curly head heard behind him.

Slash turned around to see Y/n looking at him, her hands bringing up a cigarette to her mouth.

Slash cleared his throat before speaking, “I think i need a few drinks before i’m able to talk to you”

Y/n laughed as she exhaled some smoke “No, i don’t think you do”

She walked away from him as she finally was able to snatch her shirt from Sean’s hand, putting it on while she walked over to a dirty old couch, sitting on it as she grabbed a beer from the table in front of her.

“Who wants beer” She said aloud as she ashed her cigarette.

She heard the boys walking over to where she was sitting, all of them taking a seat. All except Slash.

“Y’know i have a nickname now” Duff said as Y/n passed over a beer to him.

Y/n opened up the bottle, “Oh really? And what would that be”

“The king of beers” Duff spoke proudly

Y/n let out a laugh as she shook her head at him, “That’s quite a fucken name”

Slash watched as everyone talked and laughed, shaking his head to himself as this was quite literally the most humiliating thing to him. I mean shit he felt more left out then he did in high school!

He turned around as he walked out, thinking to himself that he probably deserved to not be included in their fun. Especially after what happened that summer.

But he had a glimmer of hope that maybe him & Y/n would be able to move past that, just like him and Duff did. He just didn’t know how he was going to do it.

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Part 2!!! Hope you all enjoyed.

And what do you guys think? Does Slash deserve the cold shoulder? hmmm…

Till next time! xxxgnrbitch

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[whumpdrivethru]

Can I get today's special, please? I don't know what's on the menu, but I'd enjoy munching on some hero questioning the morals of their sponsor/agency. Extra blood as the sauce if possible, and some bruises might be good, too. Thank you.

Gladly! Coming right up, pal. Sorry it took a while, I may or may not have bumped the writing machine and that miiiiight have broken it for a few days. ~Dmitri

(tw: violence, mention of fractured bones, everything mentioned in the prompt. it's fairly mild, but just want to make sure everyone's comfortable.)

“I’ll kill him,” she said, and [Hero] knew she meant it. Fists clenched and teeth gritted, [Teammate] charged out of the headquarters before anyone could stop her. Once outside, she leapt into the air and disappeared, leaving a sinking feeling in [Hero]’s stomach. “She’ll be back,” [Leader] assured, but that wasn’t what [Hero] was worried about. They turned to face [Leader], stunned.

“What about [Villain]? I know he’s our enemy, but… we don’t even know it was him that attacked [Teammate]’s sister,” [Hero] protested. “We have to stop her from killing him, it wouldn’t be right.” They hoped their own bias on the matter wasn’t obvious - [Villain] was their nemesis, the handsome thief with nimble fingers and a dashing smile. [Hero] was almost certain he wasn’t the type to attack a civilian just to get back at [Teammate] for stopping his last heist.

“Fine,” [Leader] sighed, looking like he’d rather do literally anything else. “Let’s go, you can attempt to talk her down. But seriously, it’s more trouble than it’s worth.” [Hero] wanted to contradict him, always one to choose diplomacy rather than charging ahead, but [Villain]’s life was at stake. They simply sighed and watched as [Leader] effortlessly opened a shimmering portal in front of them. “Come on,” he said, stepping through.

Travelling through [Leader]’s portals involved being hurled through a glowing tunnel of stars, buffeted by shimmering black waves that pulsed and undulated with strange energy. Normally, it was a beautiful sight that the entire team would take their time to appreciate. This time, [Hero] couldn’t care less about [Leader]’s stupid space tunnel. The journey must’ve only been thirty seconds, maybe a minute, but to them it seemed an eternity had passed by the time their feet found solid ground.

Immediately afterwards, though, [Hero] was almost knocked off their feet by someone they recognised as [Other Hero], an acquaintance of theirs who sometimes helped with missions. Her chest heaved with panicked breaths as she righted herself.

“[Hero], shit, the Haven got attacked,” [Other Hero] gasped, clinging to [Hero]’s shoulders. [Hero] finally got a sense of their surroundings – a crowd of people consisting of criminals, crime-fighters and civilians alike were either fleeing the nearby building or gathered around with bated breath. [Teammate] hadn’t just flown off the handle this time – she was breaching the rules of the only neutral zone in the entire city.

The Haven, for as long as most people remembered, was the one place anyone would be safe. It was a small shopping centre that had been repurposed into a clinic and café, where individuals on any side of any conflict would be welcome to grab a meal or receive treatment. Breaking its strict rules of no violence or harassment was almost unheard of, aside from a few assholes getting kicked out for verbally abusing the other patrons.

All of this was thanks to Mamma Cosima, a sweet older woman who had suffered the misfortune of having a crime-fighting daughter and a crime-committing son. She’d created the Haven so they could have a middle ground to partake in non-violent, albeit fairly awkward, family dinners. News had spread, and soon enough it became known as the place to go for safety during its opening hours.

Now, jagged shards of glass covered the once peaceful environment. [Teammate] had seemingly charged straight through the window, which had sent everyone running. (Not because they were necessarily afraid of her, [Hero] thought, but likely because they didn’t want to risk getting kicked out for being in a fight.) In the middle of the mess was [Teammate], holding [Villain] up against the back wall of the Haven café and shouting something at him, slamming him against the drywall as her voice rose in fury. [Hero] shoved past the rest of the crowd, because consequences be damned, they needed to stop her before she crossed any more lines.

“[Teammate], you can’t do this,” [Hero] said as they tentatively crossed the threshold, and they could feel the onlookers’ gazes on them. [Teammate] whipped around violently, letting [Villain] slump to the floor. [Hero] only allowed themselves to glance at him, but it was enough to see the blood pouring from his busted lip and a quickly forming bruise on his left cheek. His breathing was laboured, and he visibly winced each time his chest rose and fell. His eyes were trained on [Hero].

“This bastard could’ve killed my sister!” [Teammate] growled, rounding on [Hero]. “An innocent civilian! Are you really going to take his side?!”

“I’m not taking anyone’s side, [Teammate], I promise,” [Hero] reasoned, raising their hands as if trying to soothe a wild beast. “But look at what you’ve done. You’ve broken into the Haven, of all places, and started a fight based on a hunch that [Villain] was the one who hurt her.” As they spoke, [Hero] felt warm energy spread under their skin. It was a familiar feeling by now – the fire in their veins had a habit of flaring up when they were agitated.

“This city would be better off without this lowly criminal anyway,” [Teammate] snarled, then turned around and grabbed [Villain]’s arm with a bruising grip, lifting him to his feet. Drops of blood from his lip and a now visible wound on his leg dripped onto the ground and [Teammate]’s boots.

“This city would be better off without the corrupt politicians that line your pockets, fucker, but I don’t see you beating them half to death,” [Villain] hissed at her, some of his signature confidence returning. [Hero] noticed him glance at them, a glint of mischief behind the fear in his eyes.

“You snide piece of shit!” [Teammate] roared, raising her fist to strike him again. Before she could, [Hero]’s instincts spurred them into action and they crossed the glass-covered floor in an instant, focusing the heat coursing through them into their palms. Now standing behind [Teammate], [Hero] pressed their burning hands to her back. She jolted and let out a cry of rage, letting go of [Villain] again and whirling to face them. They didn’t have time to react as she grabbed their throat roughly, and for a moment they weren’t sure if she was going to choke them out or just snap their neck.

As suddenly as it had arrived, the pressure of [Teammate]’s hand disappeared and she seemed to blink out of existence – no, she’d fallen into a dark, shimmering hole beneath her feet. [Hero] staggered back, drawing in a deep breath as [Leader]’s firm hand landed on their shoulder.

“I warned you,” he sighed, “It’s best to just let her break things until she feels better.”

Normally, [Hero] would’ve agreed for the sake of diplomacy. They would return home and hide in their room until [Teammate] had calmed down, then return to business as usual. But [Villain] was still looking at them with some kind of pained fondness, and [Hero] couldn’t bring themselves to pretend they’d regretted saving him.

“She wasn’t breaking things, [Leader],” [Hero] said firmly, pulling out of his grip and stepping away from the still swirling portal. “She broke the rules, and violated the sanctity of the one place where we can all act like normal fucking humans. She hurt an innocent per-“

“He’s not innocent, [Hero],” [Leader] interrupted, frustration clear in his tone.

“Today, he is,” [Hero] countered. “Go back to the base, I’m going to help clean up the mess your rabid subordinate made.”

Without another word, [Leader] stepped into his portal and vanished from sight. It closed soon after. As soon as he was gone, a few onlookers hesitantly approached the ruined café. Mamma Cosima was among them, shoving them out of the way as she cursed under her breath.

“Cagna pazza, who does she think she is?” She hurried over to [Hero], who had just knelt by [Villain]’s side. “Grazie, my dear, she might’ve destroyed the whole building if you hadn’t stopped her. Come, help me get your friend upstairs to the clinic.”

-

[Villain] had passed out practically the second [Hero] and Mamma Cosima had gotten him to a bed, badly bruised and still bleeding from his cut lip. Cosima had called a few of her doctors from the crowd outside – noticing as she did so that a few superpowered individuals with conveniently helpful powers had started putting the café wall back together – and [Hero] was soon informed that despite [Villain]’s cracked ribs and blood loss, he’d be alright. That’s how [Hero] ended up sitting by his bedside hours later, thankful that the Haven’s rules allowed them to do so. They had been pointedly ignoring [Teammate]’s angry texts as they scrolled on their phone when they were startled a feather-light touch on their arm.

“Was trying to take your bracelet,” [Villain] teased, voice weary and strained.

“How about we leave the petty theft until your bones heal, hm?” [Hero] replied with a small sigh, fighting back a smile. “You’ve only just woken up, come on.”

“Mm… shouldn’t you be back at your fancy base with boss man and the rage monster?” [Villain] asked. Apparently, his snark was the first thing to return after his consciousness.

“I think [Teammate] would try to murder me if I went back now. I might, uh… lay low for a while. Just wanted to make sure you survived.” Truthfully, they weren’t looking forward to going back at all. Sure, [Teammate] would eventually move on and find something new to be angry about, but how long until she crossed a line again?

“You’re lying,” [Villain] cut across their thoughts with a faint smirk. “I think you were worried about me, you softie. Don’t worry – I’ll be laying low too. If she comes for me again, I’ll be ready.”

“Not in this state you won’t,” [Hero] sighed. “We can’t trust [Teammate] to follow the Haven’s rules anymore. I… I guess I’ll be hanging around for a while.”

“Hm… fair enough. You can keep the bracelet; I��ll settle for the fact that I’ve obviously stolen your big soft heart.” If not for the state he was in, [Hero] would’ve hit him with a pillow. Instead, they sighed and put their phone down.

“Don’t forget I’m still your arch nemesis,” they said. [Villain]’s face fell for just a moment before his mischievous smile returned.

“You sure acted like it today,” he said sarcastically, “Saving my life and fighting your crazy colleague for me. Very nemesissy things to do.”

He was right. Criminals weren’t supposed to be right. Yet here he was, with his piercing eyes and his ridiculous charm, making a frustratingly good point.

“I’m going to tell the doctors you’re awake,” [Hero] said simply, standing up. They didn’t miss [Villain]’s disappointed expression, or the pang of guilt that struck them. As a peace offering, they slipped off their bracelet and dropped it in [Villain]’s hands. “Look after this for me, I wouldn’t want anyone stealing it while I’m gone.”

“Of course,” [Villain] said, pressing it to his chest with a sharp grin. [Hero] doubted they were getting that back, but it didn’t bother them all that much.

Hope this was alright! Come again soon. :)

#whump community #whumpblr #answered asks #whump #whumpdrivethru #whump writing #whump blog #dmitri #hero x villain #heroes and villains #superpowers #villain whumpee #violence tw #injury tw

[kiraxcute]

Summary: Shaw kidnaps Beck and Natalie raises hell

@axelwolf8109 @taechnology777 @jackiequick @epickiya722 @greek-freak101

Nat glared at Owen Shaw, arms crossed. Brian grabbed her shoulder in comfort. "This was too easy" She muttered.

"Letty" Brian said softly. The woman looked at him. "I know you don't remember this but I'm sorry-" "It's okay" Letty said gently.

"I know, and I can tell you that I wouldn't have done that if anyone told me too"

Nat smiled. "I'm sorry I threw you down stairs" Letty said. Nat laughed. "It's fine"

Owen looked smug. "This isn't over" "It is you asshole" Han said. "You think you won? Because I'm arrested"

"You're the one in cuffs" Tej scoffed. "I don't think this is gonna go the way you think" Owen smirked. "Have you heard from Little O'Connor?"

Nat's body went cold and she scrambled for her phone. Brian looked at Dom, the older man looked numb.

"Beck?" Nat choked out. "Natalie! Brian! Fuck!""

Brian punched Owen in the jaw, Nat had to be held back from joining in. "You're letting him go or I will fucking kill you!"

"We wanted the sister but he got them out and practically threw himself at us" Owen laughed. Nat slapped him across the face. "Shut the fuck up!"

"Let us go and we'll let him go" "No" The general said. "One man is not worth setting free a terrorist"

Brian pulled out his gun and pointed it at him. "Let him go or I'll shoot, I have nothing to lose" Nat stood in front of her brother in law.

Surprisingly, Hobbs aimed his own at the general. "Do it" He ordered. The soldiers did so. "Are you coming baby?" Owen looked at Letty, but instead Riley smirked. "Of course"

"You fucking bitch" Nat swore. Brian grabbed her arm. "He won't let Beck out, we have to get him back ourselves"

"All you have are cars" Hobbs said. "We literally stole millions of dollars with almost nothing but cars" Brian smirked. Nat shrugged.

------

Brian hit Riley with his car when he drove into the plane, Nat drop kicked someone else down. "Beck!" She yelled.

"Let's go!" Hobbs ran. Brian and Nat ran through the plane, spotting Shaw. Nat pushed down a cabinet, giving Beck a chance to headbutt his captors and run.

Shaw attacked Brian, shoving him into a wall and dazing him. "I almost wish you were in the crash instead of Letty, you're so pretty"

Beck ran back at the sound of Brian's cry of pain. Shaw raised a wench, Dom grabbed Nat and spun her around, she kicked Shaw in the face and immediately ran to Brian. "Go!" He yelled. Nat helped Brian up and ran to Beck.

Beck hugged her tightly, kissing her all over. "Are you okay?" He pulled away. "You were just kidnapped to be used as blackmail and you're worried about me?"

"I don't care what happens to me" "Well I do!" Nat kissed him. "This is adorable but we gotta go" Brian said. Klaus blocked them. "Oh you got to shitting me" Brian growled.

Beck attacked Klaus' legs while Brian went after his chest. Nat assigned herself to hit wherever she could kick or hit.

Letty found a spear gun and aimed it at Riley. "Wrong team bitch" Hobbs nodded in agreement, Letty fired and Riley was speared through her stomach and sent flying

"Let's go!" Nat entered the nearest car. "Dom!" Brian yelled. "Go!" Dom ordered. Brian cussed but obeyed. Nat pull away just before the plane fully took off. They landed roughly, Beck groaning.

"Remind me to never piss you off again honey" Nat grinned and exited, Brian limped out behind her. The plane crashed, nearly exploding, but Dom wasn't even slightly hurt.

"How?" Hobbs was dumbfounded. Dom shrugged and just hugged Brian. Beck kissed Nat, spinning her around in his arms.

The crew was finally free

#my writing #beck o'connor #nat hale #brian o'conner #beckett o'connor #natalie hale

[outcastpack]

OK SO LAST BUST NOT LEAST (and plz be nice this was 1st time trying something like this.) PART 2 (technically 3) OF @thiamsxbitch birthday present.

Featuring a Tallica one-shot based in the IWDIAOOY universe and based on events I have planned (set during late S4 early S5 era AA) and because I couldn't resist abit of soft Thiam.

 

Allison walked into the bar, music blaring around her as she enters. Pushing her way through the crowd looking for someone, anyone she could recognise.

Erica had invited her to join her and her friends for the night telling her it was karaoke night  while the blondes girlfriend had promptly straight up ordered Allison to come. Using a very soft yet seductive tone on the raven haired girl that Allison quite literally couldn’t say no even if she wanted to.

She felt conflicted in herself, she shouldn’t want a girl that’s taken. Let alone both girls in said relationship, but she did. Tara and Erica had made her feel so welcome in the months she has known the two of them that she couldn't help but fall for them.

Their fiery nature and way they were just pulling her further in. Intoxicating her in them.

She looks through the crowd once again trying to catch sight of the two girls she had found herself infatuated with.

Ah ha! Finally she spots someone she recognises moving towards the boy. If she remembers right, this was Tara’s brother Theo. “Hey, Theo right.” She calls out as she gets closer pulling both Theo’s and the boy wearing a crop top attention to her..

Theo’s green eyes land on hers. Yep definitely a trait of their family, as she feels like she is staring onto Tara’s eyes now. “Allison right! Tara told me you was coming tonight.” Allison moves closer to lean against to bar next to the two boys. Crop top boy is eyeing her strangely, an unknown look in his eyes.

“Is this your boyfriend?” She asks, turning towards Theo. Said boy instantly chokes on his drink while crop top boy cackles at her screeching. “I like her T!” While Theo is trying to recover, his eyes watering as he regains his breath.

Allison stares at them both, worried she had offended them or potentially just killed Tara’s brother. “God no.” Theo’s face morphs into a cringe as he seems to think about it. Shivering in horror at teh thought. “This is Josh. My asshole of a best friend and—”

Theo’s attentions is pulled towards something in the crowd, rolling his eyes while Josh whistles. “Oh for fucks sake. One night, one fucking night.” He turns back to Allison pointing towards whatever he seen. “They are your problem for the night.” He declares.

Allison turns towards whatever the boy was point at and- oh, oh. Right there in the middle of a small crowd was the two girls she was looking forward to and dreading to see.

Tara and Erica were pressed up against each other dancing away while Erica sung into the microphone she was holding. Oh damn she could sing too. Allison watches the two, hypnotised by their movements against one another. Tara grinding against Erica’s back while the blonde lowers herself, sliding down Tara’s body.

Both girls running their hands over eachother. Taras hands rubbing just under Erica's top. Allison couldn't look away from them even if she wanted to.

She was so fucked.

Almost like the two could sense her watching, they both turn catching Allison’ gaze. Allison instantly flushes red, but doesn’t avert her eyes. Her mind screaming for her to run, flee, to move. Anything but it was already too late. The two girls were already making their way over. .

“Ally!” Tara shouts as they get closer flinging her self at the Allison and wrapping her tight in a hug. Allison could smell her perfume at the close proximity and could definitely see the red lipstick marks painting her neck.

She has to hold back a whine as another set of arms wrap around her back, breath tickling along the edge of her ear. “Mmmm you look hot as hell Ally.” Erica whispers sending a shiver down her spine. She can feel Tara nodding in agreement, lifting her head a little.

Her eyes have darkened as she looks at Allison and bites her bottom lip. Allison feels her breath catch in her throat at the way Tara is looking at her, wait no she just had to be imagining that right. Right?

“You gonna join us for a song Ally?” Tara asks, never loosing the look in her eyes while her voice takes on that tone again. Allison was captivated by her, by them both. She wanted- no she needed them to do something before she burst.

Lips graze her neck. She actually whimpers from just the simple graze of Erica’s lips. Tara just watches her, seemingly fascinated by her reactions as her eyes turn dark again. “She asked you a question Ally.” Erica reminds her, yet not helping Allison’s mind to focus at all as she felt Erica’s lips moving against her skin.

Finally she remembers what she was asked. But she needed to know what was going on first.

“What are you doing here?” She manages to get out holding back another whimper, or maybe a moan this times as Erica fucking licks along her neck.

Both girls instantly freeze. Stopping whatever they were doing. “We... we want you Ally.” Erica is still stood behind her as she speaks. Allison’s just feels confused. This was too good to be true. Right?

Tara must see the look in her eyes, shaking Allison with her hands. “We do Allison. We’ve wanted to be with you for awhile “ Allison’s eyes widen at the confession.

“Why?” She mumbles eyes darting over Tara’s face for any sign this could be a lie or some kind of trick. “No lie Ally. Your really hot and cute and funny and we don’t know why. We just want you, with us.” Erica whispers softly returning to her place behind her.

They just said that. Is this really happening. Was she dreaming?

“I think she needs something to show her how much we want her baby.” Tara remarks, a smirk on her face as she eyes Allison’s flushed face.

Tara pulls Allison up so she is standing properly while Erica seemingly moves away from them, going somewhere. Allison tries to turn to see where Erica had gone but well she can’t. She can’t even thing suddenly.

Tara had cupped her cheeks dragging her in for a kiss. She can immediately taste the cherry lip balm on Tara’s lips. She moans when Tara’s tongue runs along the seam of her lips, parting them to let her in. Allison gets lost in the feeling of the kiss, hypnotised by it. She wants more.

This was definitely one way to prove their point.

Allison immediately realises something, pulling away eyes wide as she takes in Tara’s own appearance.

“Erica---” She starts to screech at the girl before another voice cuts her off. “Erica, fucking loved the show Ally.” Allison turns towards the voice, coming face to face with Erica herself. Her eyes sparking with amusement and a glint of lust and eyebrows raised in challenge at Allison.

“It’s show time Ally. This one’s all for you.” Erica says, taking Allison’s hand to drag her towards the dance floor where a circle had been prepared. A lone chair sat in the middle.

Erica pushes Allison into the seat, before straddling the raven haired girls lap. Only then does Allison notice the microphone in Erica’s hand, and another in Tara’s. Both girls looking at Allison with a mix fondness, want and lust.

The tune slowly starts playing of the song. Erica lifts the microphone up to her lips gaze locked on Allison’s.

“Tell me what you want, what you like, it's okay”

Erica begins to run her fingers up Allison’s arm, trailing them up and down causing goosebumps in their path.

“I'm a little curious too”

Tara comes up behind her, pulling Allison’s head back to get her to look at her leaving Allison’s throat exposed as she takes over the next bit. Tara’s nails running over her scalp eliciting a pleasured moan from Allison’s lips.

“Tell me if it's wrong, if it's right, I don't care. I can keep a secret, can you?”

Erica moves in on her exposed throat, trailing kisses along it which Allison just knows will be left with stains from Erica’s red lipstick. Marking her as taken. As theirs.

And if the smirk Erica gives her before continuing the song is anything to go by. She knows it.

“Got my mind on your body and your body on my mind. Got a taste for the cherry, I just need to take a bite”

Allison snorts to herself at the phrase of got a taste for the cherry since Tara was wearing her trademark cherry lip balm for their kiss. But then Erica’s lips are on hers, swallowing the moan that was about to escape.

Tara has moved in on her neck too. Both girls working together to take Allison apart with just their hands and lips. It was working. The song continued, the soundtrack taking over as Erica and Tara are took busy with getting their hands on Allison’s body.

“Don't tell your mother. Kiss one another. Die for each other. We're cool for the summer”

Allison’s isn’t even paying attention to the chorus of the song as it plays over them. Having brought up her hands to clutch Erica’s waist where her top had lifted up a little. Her hand feeling burnt from just getting to feel—to touch the blonde.

“Take me down into your paradise. Don't be scared, 'cause I'm your body type. Just something that we wanna try. 'Cause you and I, we're cool for the summer”

Allison felt like she was in paradise alright. Being between these two girls she had fallen for. Who want her back almost as much as she did. Erica’s lips leaves hers moving back down towards her neck, pulling the neck of her top to the side to gain better access while Tara pulls away moving around to her front kneeling next to both of them microphone brought up.

“Tell me if I won, if I did, what's my prize? I just wanna play with you too.”

“Oh I’ve definitely won.” Allison thinks to herself through the hypnotic effect the two blondes were having on her. Moving her hand up to clutch Erica’s head, pressing her in closer and feeling the smirk on the girls lips against her skin.

“Even if they judge, fuck it, I'll do the time. I just wanna have some fun with you”

Tara lays a chaste kiss on her lips before pulling Erica away from her neck. She feels so wanted by the look they are giving her.

She wasn’t prepared for what came next. Tara cups Erica’s face dragging her in for a kiss letting Allison watch as their lips moves together and the noises they were making. Allison had to clutch her legs tight. She whimpers watching them both.

The song forgotten, Allison’s drags their faces apart. All three of their face look ruined and only then does Allison remember where they were. That they had an audience. Her face flushes red as she tries to hide herself.

“Take me home now.” She mutters to them both earning a laugh from these two girls. “Come on babe let’s take our girl home.” Erica remarks eyeing them both with want. Tara nod in agreement biting her lip as she eyes Allison’s appearance.

She was their girl. They were hers too.

Was the only thought in Allison’s head as they run for the exit, high on want and lust and maybe, just maybe a little bit of love

Featuring lil bonus of Thiam.

"Baaaaabe, you came." Theo chirps throwing his arms around Liams waist. Snuggling into the student coach's chest. Liam just snorts in amusement as his boyfriends drunken antics.

"You had a good night babe?" Liam asks moving his hands to keep Theo upright against him. He feels Theo nodding in silent reply against his chest.

Liam brings his hand up stroking it through Theo's hair softly earning a hum from Theo as the green eyed boy leans into his hand.

"Where's Tara, are we taking her home too?" Liam asks eyeing the bars entrance for any sign of Theo's older sister while rearranging him and Theo to lean against his 1970s Mustang.

Theo just grunts against his chest. "Got.... Allison. Show.... Video... orrow." He hears Theo mumbling, showing signs of being on the verge of sleep.

Liam snorts at the mumbled reply. It sounded like Tara and Erica had finally made a move on the raven haired girl.

He moves supporting Theo's weight and manages to get his sleepy boyfriend in the passenger seat of the car leaning down to brush the stray hairs out of Theo's face.

"Hey, babe. Where you wanna go? Your apartment or mine?" Liam asks securing the seat belt over Theo.

"H...ome" He hears Theo mumbling bring a soft smile to his lips at seeing his boyfriend so carefree. "Yeah where you wanna go home?"

Theos mumbled answer brings a blush to Liams cheeks but also warms his heart. "Where....iam.....Home.... pretty....b.....ome."

Liam leans over pressing his lips to Theo's forehead softly rubbing the pad of his thumb down Theo's cheeks, caressing them slowly. "Yeah T. Your my home too." He softly whispers.

God he loved this green eyed boy with everything he had.

He moves round the car climbing into the drivers seat. Hearing Theo sighing in content as he snuggles further into the seat, slowly drifting to sleep.

"Lets go home Theo." He says, more to himself than his sleeping boyfriend next to him.

#i wanna drown in an ocean of you fic #tallica #thiam #TaraXEricaxAllison #TheoXLiam #Birthday gift P3 i kind amade on the fly after listening to the rock version fo the song #HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN #LY LOTS JAQUE 💜🫂💜🫂💜🫂💜 #also not beta read at all so any mistakes oops #allison argent #erica reyes #tara raeken #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf

[blackacre13]

A prompt abt Deb asking Lou what's her fave food and the reply was "if you let me taste you, it might just be you" (saw this trend on titkok😩) smut if you're feeling generous❤️

x.

“Long day?” A deep voice asked, a damp rag that smelled like mildew passing just barely an inch from Debbie’s fingers on the bar as she grimaced.

“I didn’t come here to talk,” the brunette sighed, barely glancing up. “Just get me a—“

“Cosmopolitan,” he winked. “Coming right—“

“God, Rusty,” another voice drawled, heels clicking onto the scene as a blonde stopped, cutting in front of him as she booted him out of the way with her hip. “Only you have to put this little effort into driving every woman out of this bar. I mean if you want to make it even easier, you could just literally stick your foot in your mouth. Actually,” she paused, frowning at his face for a minute as his bewilderment set in. “That might be doing your face a favor, actually.”

Debbie couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her at the insult, the soured man grumbling as he teed he’s away as the blonde took his place, looking at the cosmopolitan glass with disdain.

“You can tell me you do want a cosmo and I swear I won’t judge,” she promised, whispering across the bar. “Ugh,” she wrinkled her nose, chucking the damp rag across the room as it smacked into Rusty. “We only use clean fucking rags in my bar, asshat.”

Another giggle escaped from Debbie’s lips before she could stop herself, blushing as the blonde’s gaze returned to her, shooting her a wink.

“As I was saying, my issue is with assholes treating women like shit by assuming. But if you want a—“

“I’ll drink whatever you’re drinking,” Debbie grinned, sliding her ID across the bar. “My treat.”

“Your treat?” The blonde laughed, looking down at the card, running a finger along the edge. “Deborah Ocean?”

“Debbie,” the brunette corrected softly, biting at her lip.

“Miller,” the blonde offered, sliding the card back. “Lou Miller. And I might let you buy the next round. Or dinner. But this is my bar, so I think the drinks are on me either way. But sexist remarks aside, if you’ll allow me, you’re exactly the type of woman I’d love to buy a drink for. Scotch okay?”

“Poison’s okay after today,” Debbie exhaled, putting her head halfway towards the bar before she remembered Rusty’s poor excuse for a wipe down, the blonde coming to the rescue with a clean linen napkin that slid under her cheek before her face reached the table. “Thanks,” she smiled.

“Talk about it?” Lou asked, leaning forward again, her bangs falling into her eyelashes.

“Definitely not.”

“Drink about it?” She laughed, sliding the glass forward as Debbie breathed it in. “It’s smooth. Promise.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Debbie shrugged, sipping at the liquid cautiously, smiling as the warm ness coated her throat and slinked towards her belly like warm lust.

“No,” Lou smiled, her eyes twinkling. “I don’t get the sense you’re ever worried about much.”

“How do you mean?”

“You seem fearless,” Lou shrugged. “Gutsy.”

“Those are some words for it,” Debbie rolled her eyes. “Bitch is another. And today’s term of choice.”

“I’ll kill ‘em.”

“He’s not worth it.”

“But you are,” Lou whispered, looking almost regretful as she said it, her eyes flicking down to the bar as she cleared her throat.

Debbie didn’t know what it was. But there was something about Lou, besides the fact that she was gorgeous and hotter than hell, and had the most piercing deep blue eyes she’d ever seen, that made this scotch feel like she was on fire in the best of ways, with molten heat between her thighs. And then there was that line. Whispered or not. Real or not. And suddenly, she had to know, her fingers practically inching towards the blonde, creeping away from their grip on the glass.

“What’s the best thing to order here? I mean you own the place.”

“I might own the bar, but I take no credit for the kitchen. Hired some guy from Hell’s Kitchen. He’s the shit.”

“Come on,” Debbie teased, licking at her lips as she watched Lou’s eyes grow darker, farting towards her lips. “You know the menu. You must have a favorite.”

“I mean I haven’t tried everything…”

“But if you had to pick.”

“Well, Debbie Ocean,” Lou murmured, leaning in closer as she pushed the glass out of the way, her lips almost touching the brunette’s. “If you let me taste you, it might just be you.”

#queue #blackacre13 #Lou miller #Debbie ocean #Rusty Ryan #Lou miller x debbie ocean #Debbie ocean x lou miller #Lou x debbie #Debbie x lou #Lou and debbie #Debbie and Lou #Lou x deb #deb x lou #Lou and deb #deb and Lou #loubbie #heist girlfriends #heist wives #ocean’s eight #oceans eight #oceans 8 #ocean’s 8 #ocean’s eight fanfic #ocean’s eight fanfiction #ocean’s 8 fanfic #ocean’s 8 fanfiction #o8 fanfiction #o8 fanfic #ao3 fic #ao3 writer

[willowmckinley]

Would love some director’s commentary on this section of “Five Card Spread:”

Raylan fell to the floor, slipping into death. Shadows welled up to engulf him, and they fell away to reveal his skeletal remains, dressed in a black shadows.

The gold of Boyd’s soul was already leaking from the wound. Raylan pressed his skeletal hand down over the wound, doing his best to hold the rest in. He spooled the gold thread that had already escaped with his bony finger.

He took his time to collect it nicely. He made so many mistakes as a child. As he collected Boyd’s soul, he realized how badly he had tangled it. Raylan was such a fool boy. He unspooled Boyd’s soul. In death, he spent ages upon ages untangling the mess he had made of the thread. He wrapped it around his wrist, making sure it held well.

He rewrote reality. Boyd was dead. Boyd was alive. Boyd's chest was pierced. Boyd’s chest was fine.

Raylan pulled out a pair of scissors from his breast pocket. He called his own soul out, so he could clip about six inches. He tied the gold tight to Boyd’s own, before sending both strands home.

Raylan slipped back into life as Boyd opened his eyes. Boyd sat up with Raylan’s help. “I don’t know if it’s a good thing that keeps getting easier and easier,” he said with a slight groan of pain.

“Where—what happened?” Ava swallowed. Raylan didn’t know how long he spent in death.

Blues and reds flooded the floor through the windows.

“Can we say this was an accident, Ava?” Raylan asked softly.

“What?” she asked.

“Boyd won’t bother you no more,” Raylan said, “I promise.”

“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep, Raylan,” Boyd scolded.

“Please,” Raylan begged.

Ava scowled. “Oh, well, if you promise," she said, bitter and sarcastic.

Awww, thank you, ac :D

While writing this scene, I had worried that I would have implied that Boyd only became a criminal because Raylan "tangled" his soul. At least with commentary, I can at least make it clear that Boyd became an asshole militant all on his own, haha.

The tangling itself was more of a visual metaphor for relationships and how badly we damage them without even meaning to. The tangled gold thread is in its literal depiction, about Raylan, a child, stuffing Boyd's soul back in his body without care to organization because he's so fucking scared, because their daddies exert power over them they shouldn't because they're helpless, because Raylan almost lost Boyd again. In a more metaphorical sense, Raylan leaving Boyd after the mine collapse tangled their relationship, and only now is Raylan getting a chance to apologize and sort out their messy feelings.

Obviously, this doesn't solve everything, but it gives them a chance they hadn't had before. Boyd himself says that Raylan's making a promise he might not be able to keep, because the future is now dependent on what they do with this second chance. But Raylan going through the trouble of untangling Boyd's soul and caring enough to do so and loving enough to pull him back together and adding his own soul into Boyd, which gives them better odds, maybe.

The line about this being "easier and easier" was fun for me, because on one hand, this is Boyd's third time in this fic dying and being resurrected by Raylan's hand. But I did somewhat want to imply that he had other moments as well, that were shown off screen. This fic was fairly minimalistic, in that it was snapshots of their lives, and aside from Death herself, I didn't spend a lot of time thinking on the gaps. I suppose Boyd must have died once or twice in Raylan's absence, and either Raylan's Death or time brought him back, considering his soul is contractually bound to his body. The easy part wasn't from his experience dying, but the care with which Raylan brought him back to life.

As for Ava, she has been through a long day and her crush is asking for the impossible and she just killed her husband, so I think she's willing to acquiesce to Raylan's big ask, if only to be done with the day. At the end of the fic, a bunch of marshals and emts are about to burst through the door, and no one is going to have a good night, after this, considering Raylan's about to recuse himself from the case and Ava's drinking at her counter and Boyd is snuggled up nicely under Raylan's arms, but, like, both of them are super reluctant and tsundere about the whole thing.

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