#the abusive douchebag just HAS to be hot as fuck

[gunpowdercarousel]

You just KNOW that if Cazador was even remotely hot you would never see the end of people shipping him with Astarion. Ao3 would be awash with hundreds upon hundreds of Astarion/Cazador fics, there would be thirsty fanart of them together on your feed 24/7, people would be losing their goddamn minds over how wrong and fucked upbutalsokindahot they are together.

He would be on the level of Orin or Gortash or Raphael.

But no.

Larian were just like 'lol lets make him lame as fuck'. And I TRULY appreciate that. I thought I was in for Castlevania Dracula levels of sexiness, but he's just a... guy. Like he's just so thoroughly unremarkable it's amazing.

I don't know if it was all deliberate or not but I love it. They hype him up SO MUCH you can't even imagine the dark edgy vampire sex god you're going to encounter and then when I first saw him in game I was literally like "man who's that dork where's-CAZADOR SZARR?!"

I see no fanart of him. I see no fics of him.

He is anticlimax personified.

It's perfect. He's not cool. Abusers aren't cool. He's just a loser with an astronomical amount of power and the people he's hurt are helpless to stand up to him. He doesn't really NEED to be anything else.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #cazador szarr #bg3 cazador #astarion #i can't wait for people to make Sexy Cazador mods where he's a smooth-faced anime character #because you know #the abusive douchebag just HAS to be hot as fuck #you KNOW those are coming

[littlemisstfc]

What Transformers Earthspark Teaches About Abuse:

TW: I will be discussing the topic of abuse, specifically how abuse is treated in Transformers media. If you’re sensitive to this topic, I highly encourage you to skip out on this post. Take care of yourself and stay safe. 

National Domestic Abuse Hotline: [phone]

National Hotlines: https://victimconnect.org/resources/national-hotlines/

Hello, Hola, こんにちは。

Welcome back to this side of the Hundred Acre Woods, and we’re back back back again with another Transformers writing. I was just randomly hanging out in my college’s LGBTQ+ space, eating my Hot Cheetos and enjoying the H2O in my Hello Kitty hydro, when I began to have thoughts about Earthspark again. If you know me by now, you know that I adore Transformers Earthspark. Easy 9/10, among the top five best Transformers shows if all well goes according to plan. Like Cyberverse, it aims to subvert the Transformers formula through putting a fresh new coat of paint onto various Transformers tropes as well as bringing new and interesting characters and concepts to the table. When it comes to the former aspect of Earthspark, there is one trope that is not only brilliantly deconstructed, but is also treated with the respect and grace it should have from the beginning. As to what this trope is, let’s start with everyone’s favorite evil twink girlfailure: Starscream.

So…

The 21st century has not been kind to our skrunkly king. Sure, from the beginning, he is designed to be the ultimate girlfailure of Transformers. He’s cunning and sneaky, but his plans go easily astray because of his arrogance and ego getting in the way. It also doesn’t help that he’s often Megatron’s favorite punching bag whenever his plans to overthrow him go wrong. It’s a pure hate filled relationship that is dark comedy galore…if you approach it with the right angle. Part of the reason why TFA Starscream’s hate relationship with Megatron works is that Starscream doesn’t take Megatron’s crap at all. He will fight back, and it feels right whenever he has the upper hand over ol buckethead. Sure, their relationship is quite odd when you think about it. However, their dynamic is compelling as well as being like I said, dark comedy galore.

Then, Transformers Prime came in and proceeded to make it all so horribly wrong. Like I mentioned in my TFP essay, TFP Starscream deserves so much fucking better. Megatron’s treatment of him is just downright despicable. True, Screamer ain’t no saint and he only has himself to blame for his flaws and behavior. But…I’m sorry, the way Megatron speaks to him and how he gets so physically aggressive towards him is neither funny nor justified. It’s uncomfortable to see him reduce Starscream to a whimpering and fearful mess whenever the latter fucks up royally. Is this really what the showrunners think is good for the audience at home? Even if you see nothing wrong with it, you cannot deny how depressing it feels whenever Starscream and Megatron are on screen together. By having Screamer be the countless target of abuse throughout the show, it only made me want to help him leave the Decepticons for good.

It also doesn’t help that in RID 2015, Starscream’s vendetta against Megatron is portrayed in a negative light. Nah, fuck this shit. HE DOESN’T OWE FUCKING SHIT TO MEGATRON. He has every right to feel angry and hurt at how Megatron treated him throughout Transformers Prime. Hell, this is why I hate Megatron’s redemption arc in Predacons Rising so fucking much. He was never held accountable for how he treated his second in command, and for that, I only wish the uttermost hell for him. Fuck TFP Megatron. Fucking shark douchebag. 

Same for Transformers Cyberverse. Like I love you, queen, but how Starscream is treated in that show ain’t it. I’ve talked about this aspect in depth in my Cyberverse retrospective video, so feel free to check that out here. 

In a nutshell, there’s an uncomfortable trend of Transformers shows that straight up treats Megatron’s treatment of Starscream with only a slap on the wrist. Like, how does any normal person find any of this acceptable? Just…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

However…then, something miraculous happened in Earthspark. Something that manages to deconstruct this trope on its head by straight up telling the audience: “Nah, we’re not gonna do that treating Megatron abusing Starscream as a joke bullshit. We’re gonna be 100% honest with y’all.”

For context, Transformers Earthspark takes place after the Great War is over. Megatron became a good guy again and Transformers on Earth is a part of everyday life. However, for the Decepticons, many feel very salty about Megatron turning good and becoming mischievous gremlins. This resulted in G.H.O.S.T. imprisoning them in cells, including Starscream. Eventually, in the episode, “What Dwells Within,” Starscream and the Seeker lesbians broke out of prison and went on the run in some catacombs. The Malto kids also got trapped in here, and they had to teamup to escape the caves and a vore monster. When Starscream is being Starscream while trying to escape the vore monster, Twitch and Thrash bring up his flaws and believe that he should go back to Megatron, since they spend time with old buckethead and see him as the changed man we see here. However…then this bombshell drops:

Twitch: “Yeah, you should go back to following Megatron. He wouldn't leave anyone behind like that!" Starscream: “Oh, naïve child. Is locking Decepticons in prison while he walks free not "leaving us behind"? You don't know the real Megatron, the ruthless tyrant who ruled over us with fear and intimidation."

Me:

While the others were distracted by the monster’s growls, we see Hashtag’s expression. Just, the way her entire perspective has changed when Starscream brought up the man Megatron used to be. Mmmmm, LAYERS. A few more monster shenanigans happen and the two of them get stuck together in the control hub. Up to this point, we see how much Megatron’s treatment of him has affected Starscream deeply. Even after being technically free of him…he still remembers that awful time in his life. It also doesn’t help that he is The Starscream, the skrunkly backstabbing mean girl whose entire life goal is to be the leader of the Decepticons. He was never taken seriously and the universe determines that he will not succeed. I highly recommend Comodin Cam’s video on the topic about this if you wanna get into the details. Bottom line is that Starscream doesn’t have the best luck in being himself.

Back to the control hub, it seems like there was gonna be a discussion of Starscream being Starscream. However, to Starscream’s surprise, Hashtag believes him. When she called him out for trying to save his own skin while everyone else is gonna die because of the vore monster, she asks him this question:

“When bad things happen, it isn’t always our fault.”

Since July, I’ve struggled to convey my thoughts about this moment in the episode, especially as someone who has been in Starscream’s place at one point in my life. In Hashtag believing him and being ready to listen to him had the monster not acted a fool, Starscream’s pain and trauma has been validated. For the first in his life, he’s not treated as a joke. Someone realized that he was a victim of abuse and recognizes his feelings, not talking down to him nor trying to argue against it. Hashtag is a young child, but even she recognizes that what Megatron did to Starscream is not okay at all. This resulted in her gaining his trust and loyalty and she even told off Megatron when the latter and Starscream were ready to duke it out. Eventually, the day is saved and both Screamer and the Seeker girlies venture off into the unknown. But before that, he rejected Megatron’s offer of safety and yeah…after a long time of being Megatron’s chew toy, he doesn’t owe shit to Megatron. He has every right to not trust him again, and even though we saw Megatron changing for the better in Earthspark, he has indeed hurt a lot of people. 

Honestly, the bond Hashtag formed with Starscream and how the episode treated Starscream’s trauma with the grace and respect it deserves is a great lesson for kids to learn when it comes to helping out a friend who is in Starscream’s shoes. Hell, it could even teach kids to recognize the signs of abuse in their own homes and seek out the help they need. That’s what I love about Transformers shows like Earthspark: it recognizes that the audience is smart enough to pick up on the clues and details as well as entertaining them.

Transformers Earthspark aims to fix what shows like Transformers Prime has started, and it’s only fitting to have Steve Blum as Starscream here, as if its own way of saying, “We know, folks. Starscream deserves better.”

Conclusion: It's never the victim's fault.

If anything, Earthspark manages to excel in ways that many Transformers shows wishes they can do, especially those in the 2010s. It treats Starscream’s trauma from being The Starscream with the gravity and care it needs, and I appreciate it all the more as time goes on. I highly recommend that y’all watch this show. It has a complex story, likable and enduring characters, great animation, and it breathes new life in Transformers. Most importantly of all, it gave Starscream the justice he deserves, and I hope it stays that way with this incredible show.

#transformers #transformers earthspark #earthspark spoilers #val talks #tw abuse #Youtube

[luminnara]

Hear me out. Billy Hargrove falling for a gal with a toddler. This has been rolling around in my head for DAYS! Am I the only one that can see him just being completely wrapped around a 2-year-old little girl's finger? Or beating the shit out of a douchebag for insulting HIS family?!

Okay hear me out.

Billy doesn’t want to be a parent. As he starts healing from the abuse he’s suffered his whole life, he can’t stomach the possibility that he’ll turn out just like his father. He doesn’t LIKE kids, either, and besides Max and the little shits who run around at the pool and make his job harder, he doesn’t have any experience with them. He barely even got to be a kid himself, after his mom left, and he really doesn’t have any desire to ever have any.

But then he meets you one day, and he’s enamored. Maybe he runs into you at the store or something, and something about you just…clicks. So, naturally, he wants to take you out on a date, and you agree. He takes you out for dinner one night and everything is going so well, he doesn’t even try to Fuck you in the back of his car so he can get the intimacy he so desperately craves and then leave it at that. No, he takes you out on a second date, and a third…and at this point, he’s head over heels.

It’s also at this point that you decide this guy might be worth keeping around. You’re cautious, ever since your ex up and left, and at first, Billy seemed like he had the potential to be the same way. But he’s sticking by you and he isn’t even trying to overstep his bounds, reminding you more of a lost puppy than a sleazy dirtbag. So, you decide that he’s a keeper, and you tell him the truth:

You’ve got a kid.

At first, his eyes go wide. He’s surprised, because you don’t SEEM like a mom. You aren’t like Karen Wheeler or Susan. You’re his age, and you’re nice and you’re fun. It scares him a little, and you both think that he’s gonna run for it—until he pauses, and he asks himself WHY he’s scared. And he realizes that it’s because of himself, and his dad. And you don’t know anything about any of that, so how could he drag you into his own shit?

“I, uh, I gotta say…I don’t think I’m exactly father material,” he says, avoiding your gaze as he anxiously chews on a toothpick.

“Why?”

“Because…”

And suddenly he’s telling you everything. You, this person he only met a few weeks ago. And you’re not running, either, because you can see that he’s scared, but he’s trying to bounce back from everything life has thrown at him—and you don’t think he’s a danger. At all. You think he can break that cycle his father got so stuck in.

So, one hot summer day, you bring your daughter with you to the community pool, so Billy can meet her without the potential awkwardness of being stuck in your house.

He spots you immediately from his perch on the lifeguard chair, and he’s shocked at the way that he isn’t afraid of the interaction that he knows is coming. For some reason, his first instinct isn’t to run, but to yell for heather to come take his spot for a minute as he climbs down to meet you.

You’ve got your daughter on your hip, your tote bag over your other shoulder. You’ve got a wide hat that’s shielding both of you from the sun, and a swimsuit that’s a little too hot and trendy for a MOM to be wearing at the COMMUNITY POOL.

(Mrs. wheeler and the other mothers are watching you with judgmental eyes. When Billy walks up to you, their jaws drop. They can’t decide if they love seeing him kiss you because suddenly he looks like a family man, or if they hate it because it’s YOU)

You can tell he’s nervous as he says hi, both to you and to your daughter. She’s fascinated by the whistle hanging around his neck. He’s fascinated by the way that he isn’t terrified of holding her when you pick out a chair to hang out in and hand her off to him for a moment. When you glance back up at the two of them, you see that your daughter is grabbing at his curls, and he’s staring at her in absolute wonder, and you know that things are gonna go well.

And they do.

You and Billy get more serious. He moves in, and keeps you as far away from his dad as possible. Max is allowed over, though, because she’s a good (ish) babysitter. And Billy discovers that he’s kind of about this whole family life thing, after all. He keeps the Camaro, of course, because he’s not about to change his style and you’re not about to ask him to because it’s what you fell in love with in the first place, and the two of you are the coolest parents on the block. Your daughter sits outside as Billy works on his car. She grows up listening to Motley Crue and The Scorpions and everything else he likes. She never has to worry about bullies, because the other kids know who her dad is and they’re not about to incur his wrath. He never ever raises so much as a finger towards either of you, because he’s learned what love is and he’s learned to be gentle…but he’ll absolutely rock somebody’s shit if they make a snide comment about your little family.

#billy hargrove imagine #Billy Hargrove x reader

[saratinz]

Maneater (Prologue)

pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)

series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing

chapter warnings ➩ cursing, mentions sex and slut shaming, 0.2 second mention of abuse, bleak perspective on love

synopsis ➩ A little introduction to some of our characters

word count ➩ 550

You’re not ashamed to admit that you sleep around. College is all about new experiences, and that comes with mistakes. It’s fair to say that you have made enough mistakes to last a lifetime. Although, you wouldn’t say your sexuality stems from immaturity. You want to feel good, and sometimes that means sleeping with some hot guy from your psych class. As long as people aren’t being dickheads, you don’t give a damn about what they do. Others don't seem to have the same mindset though.

You suppose men don’t really understand you, they treat you like you’re so different. But you think it’s the exact opposite, you’re so much like them that it pisses them off that you would dare stray from their ideal portrayal of femininity. I mean, it’s so terrible that you have an active sex life, that you can enjoy a relationship that’s strictly sex. I guess you’re just weird, right? Wait, but what about a guy who has fucked 60% of the female population on campus? That’s completely acceptable? You could sit here and whine about the double standard for hours, but that’s just a waste of time. Y’know, it’s sad, but you just had to accept that socially speaking, you’re a pathetic slut, and guys like Bucky Barnes are gods among men. During sophomore year you realized if a whore is all they see, you should just stop holding back and be the biggest whore they’ve ever met. And you haven’t gone back on that.

Back to James “Bucky” Barnes. Hot, muscular, playboy, quarterback, and your douchebag ex boyfriend. Though, you use the term boyfriend loosely because the relationship was more complex than that. Well, in the way that you were hopelessly in love with him and he liked that he was the first one to touch you. The story has been told a million times before. Guy takes an interest in the innocent girl who has a crush, but soon he fucks it up. And it always ends in one of two ways, either the guy realizes he’s in love and gets the girl back with a huge romantic gesture, or she ends up with someone else who treats her like a princess. But your life is not a fairytale. It’s not a rom com. The idea of love seems so foreign, plus, you know you’ll just end up getting hurt if a hook-up gets more intimate. Almost all romantic relationships end and you were so numbed by the pain from Bucky that every aspect of love seems fabricated. Someone came up with this idea and everyone went along with it, tricking themselves into caring about shitty abusers and pathetic cheaters. Love blinds you with its pretty face, the lifelong happiness it offers is the biggest empty promise. Love is for fools who think they have some soulmate that they’ll see one day and know, deep down, that they are meant to be together. Even thinking about the people who say that makes you cringe. In the end, people see what they want to see, that is until the reality of the situation hits like a freight train.

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #college au #enemies to lovers #exes to lovers #love triangle #angst #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut

[carnivoraformes]

//Wishlist Shipping Edition From The Perspective Of Someone That Drank To Much Caffeine Before Bed And Their Favorite Word Starts With F and end in K™ (feel free to reblog if anyone wants to):

A. Running From Love

Person A is a fuckboy/fuckgirl and is only comfortable with friends with benefits or whatever and slowly falls for another person and it is reciprocated. Person A tries to run like hell away from love because emotional intimacy is not what they signed up for, meanwhile Person B is like 'oh fuck no, get your fucking ass back here and fucking love me and let me love you motherfucker'. Will it work out in the end? Maybe, maybe not but it's a wild ass ride.

B. Bad Romance, Cowards!

It is dark, toxic and just fucking not healthy. Maybe mutually abusive, both are manipulating each other or mutually self destructive but you fucking know what, they think that is fucking hot. The toxicity isn't one sided, both stand on equal grounds and if they blow up they do it together. They are like a fire burning to hot, to fast and if they self destruct they do it together and they want it that way. Is it sad? Of course, but these are terrible people spending time probably destroying other people's lives and they aren't good enough for anyone else. SO LET THEM BE FUCKING HAPPY INSTEAD OF RUINING EVERYONE ELSE'S LIVES FOR A LITTLE WHILE DAMMIT.

C. Good girl/boy/person x Bad girl/boy/person!

Tried and true. Does the good one save the other from damnation? Does the hell raiser drag the saint to hell? Do they find a happy medium? Does the mistakes of the past and bad habits keep them apart, take one of the away to soon? Does the hellion not want saving and it just becomes to much? Do they have a happy ending? Is it a tragic romance? That all depends on them and how hard they want to fight for a happy ending together.

D. They had potential to be something romantic but there was always something keeping them apart and now that is gone so what happens now?

What was keeping them apart? Obliviousness? Not believing the feeling was requited? Fear of ruining a good thing? Secrets? Right person, wrong time? Insert other legitimate reason here because it is late and I should have been in bed a while ago but caffeinated squirrel brain is fucking screeching.

Equally important now that thing keeping them apart is gone, what do they do now? Do they finally get together? Has that ship truly sailed? Does it turn out that maybe it was just not meant to be? Who the fuck knows but let's find out.

E. Unrequited Love But The Person Who's Feelings Aren't Requited Isn't A Fucking Little Bitch About It

THE PAIN, THE DRAMA, THE RESPECTFULLY WATCHING THAT RECIEPENT MEET THE PERSON OF THEIR DREAMS AND STILL BE A HAPPY SUPPORTIVE FRIEND BECAUSE GUESS WHAT? JUST BECAUSE ROMANTIC LOVE ISN'T RECEPRICATED DOESN'T GIVE ANYONE ANY EXCUSE TO BE A FUCKING DOUCHEBAG. IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE YOU CAN BE A NOT-PRICK ABOUT IT.

-Respectfully and Adoringly,

The Gremlin that Runs This Blog.

#*conure screaming intensifies* (ooc) // #wish upon a fucked up star (wishlist) // #//i say this from a place of love and respect for my fellow rpers #//you are all truly amazing and wonderful people and I respect everyone of you and your comfort zones #//but to the fellow souls that consider yourselves unrepentant heathens such as myself: LET US NOT HAVE NICE THINGS COWARDS #//LET US EXPLORE STUFF OTHER THAN CUTE ROMANCE TOGETHER #//and yes i will reblog this tomorrow #//bc i want to share my insane post bedtime thoughts #//good night

[liver-ology]

The Inevitably Divisive Nature of Billy Hargrove

I really understand where Billy antis are coming from. He’s terrible, objectively. But the one thing that’s not letting me dislike him is the scene when he’s flayed and he tells Karen Wheeler to stay away from him. There’s something genuine in him that knows he’s going to hurt someone and desperately doesn’t want to. So I see a path to redemption. A common argument against Billy is that if Dacre Montgomery wasn’t so attractive, people wouldn’t be looking so hard for a way to redeem him. This is undoubtedly true, but he played Billy with so much nuance that it’s impossible not to want to explore that. The character may have been racist and abusive, but he also breeds brainrot. How did he get that way? Why is he such a dick? Can he be saved? Should we want him to be? Every post I see about why people shouldn’t engage with Billy in fandom just digs him deeper into my mind, makes me ask more questions.

Pre-flaying, Billy is obviously racist and abusive and terrible. He has almost no redemptive qualities other than the fact that his abusive tendencies are clearly continuing a cycle perpetrated by Neil’s own abusive parenting, which isn’t much of a redemption. But putting characters in Situations reveals their inner nature, and a scared, caring guy comes out when he tries to resist the Mind Flayer. This leads me to believe that the hateful things he says and does aren’t really his beliefs but reflections of what he’s been taught. This thought is definitely influenced by Dacre being exceptionally hot in a wig, but the underlying point would still stand even if Billy looked like Gollum. But because he doesn’t, a problem I see a lot is the willingness to overlook everything bad Billy has done. People who believe Billy is redeemable tend not to even attempt to redeem him, choosing instead to make him an entirely different character that isn’t nearly as deeply entrenched in the fucked-up mindset that canon Billy inarguably is. I think this is where the issues arise for Billy antis, with the excusal of all the bad shit Billy’s done. I think this approach is lazy and boring, but finding fanworks of Billy where he actually sucks and goes through the long, difficult process of change and real redemption is damn near impossible. If you find one, drop the link.

The root of his divisiveness is within the conflict between the character as a whole and his script. In the script, Billy was originally supposed to say the n word, but Dacre Montgomery refused. The Duffers wrote him as a one-dimensional evil douchebag, but Dacre turned him into a real, nuanced character with more to him than Racist Abused Abuser That Gets Evil-ified. I think this is why he’s so divisive. Billy antis can’t look past the way he was written, and his supporters can’t let go of all his little nuances. Both sides have merit, and I think this is where it’s important to recognize that the Duffers do this all the time. Steve was originally supposed to be a Billy-esque character that was only there to be a douchebag plot device that died in the first season, and then Joe Keery played him so likeably and with so much more complexity than what was written that he stayed on for the whole run of the show. In subsequent seasons, Steve grew and changed and became a better person than he was in season 1. I think there was an avenue for this same thing to happen with Billy, had he been given the time. Some people don’t agree, and I see why. Either way, the takeaway from this is that everything wrong with anything ever is the fault of the Duffer Bros. Thank you for reading this egregiously long post, and have a lovely rest of your day.

#billy hargrove #fuck the duffers #is excusal a word?? #steve harrington #stranger things #everything is the duffers fault

[quercus-queer]

More absurd stranger things “hot takes” from tiktok that I know the intellectuals on tumblr will chuckle at followed by homophobia:

Steve was framed as an asshole in s1 for no reason: he was a douche bag… he used queer as a slur to Jonathan, brought up his abusive father and missing brother as well as his mothers mental health, he was extremely insensitive about Barb, self centered, and slut shamed Nancy for the whole town to see… this starting point is why his development is so good and why everyone is surprised he’s actually a nice person every season afterwards. He wasn’t even right to break the camera, Nancy has agency and the ability to fight her own battles, Steve doesn’t own her. Jonathon and Steve were both assholes and treated as such by the narrative.

Barb gets brought up for no reason and was a bad friend to Nancy: Literally what??? She gets brought up because of Nancy’s guilt for getting her best friend killed??? Barb was a good friend to Nancy. She didn’t want to go to the party but did after Nancy pressured her and told her to “make sure I don’t do anything stupid.” Nancy pressured her to drink, which resulted in her cutting her hand which is why she died. When Barb tried to make sure Nancy didn’t do anything stupid like sleeping with a guy after she’s been drinking, Nancy told her to go home… but she DIDNT. She stayed there to make sure Nancy was okay afterwards and drive her home and ended up dead. Also she wasn’t being clingy because Nancy was “branching out.” Steve was a dick! He was a fucking douchebag hanging around absolute assholes that mocked Barb at every opportunity!!!

Steve’s reaction to Robin coming out was unrealistic: I’ve been seeing comments practically fantasizing about hatecriming gay characters like straight up saying Steve would’ve hit Robin or sneered at her… not even citing the fact Steve used queer as a slur in s1… just wanting homophobia for the vibes… like fuck off it’s not realistic nor is it even in character, Steve’s development includes not being a dick to people different from him

Homophobic reactions to Will and/or Robin coming out: NO CENTRAL CHARACTER IN THE SHOW WOULD HATECRIME OR CALL ANYONE A SLUR. Or even be that weird about it, literally no one. This includes Hopper actually. Joyce, Jonathon, and Hopper have KNOWN Will is gay since s1. Mike, Lucas, and Dustin are Will’s friends and have been dealing with the slurs and bullying Will has faced… they wouldn’t do the same. Robin already came out to Steve. El literally does not know what gay people nor homophobia are unless Jonathon decided to tell her. Nancy is the most likely but she is also too smart for that and rebelling against conformity and her parents lifestyle is her thing. Gay people existed in the 80s!!! And the defining trait of all the characters in the show is that they don’t fit in with society and are outcasts (except for Nancy and Steve… and Hopper) the main theme of the show is unconformity or whatever.

The fucking pronouns thing: They’d just be confused or think you’re stupid, Nancy would probably tell you to get a tutor. Also it is a tv show with monsters who CARES if someone makes a stupid video for the trend. Also again since people forgot, GAY PEOPLE EXISTED IN THE 80s JESUS CHRIST THIS INCLUDES TRANS PEOPLE

Eddie’s bandana means nothing: Nah, the duffers know. Forgetting wills birthday? Bad. However, will also had august 28th as a bday pre-s2 and no other birthdays are ever relevant or even mentioned except for the offhand thing from Suzie. They don’t care about birthdays, character design though? They very much care about that. Eddie is an entirely new character that requires zero continuity… plus he has handcuffs in his room… the show runners know lol. Definitely won’t say anything though because Eddie is gonna die and they don’t want that backlash

#i actually have more to say on all of these posts and may delete this one and make a post for each point #stranger things #steve harrington #will byers #robin buckley #homophobia #tiktok makes me loose brain cells what show are they watching #byler #mike wheeler

[summerwritesfics]

🏢I Wanna, I Wanna Stay ‘Til The End, Chapter 2 - However Long You Stay Is All That I Am

Pairing: Rain/Kuai Liang Length: 6361 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Neighbours AU, Modern AU, Friends With Benefits, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Self-Esteem Issues, Medical Procedures, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Past Cheating, Cockblocking (especially relevant in this chapter LMFAO), Anxiety, Eventual Smut, Is it slowburn if the sex is fast but the emotions are slow, Minor Tanleena, 70% of this fic is me cockblocking Rain

I Wanna, I Wanna Stay ‘Til The End Masterlist

Notes: Hurray! Another chapter of another fic I havn’t updated in a while 😭 I’m doing it guys. Heads up, this chapter does have some discussion of past domestic abuse and past infidelity, but it’s kind of still tame atm. As a note before anyone leaves me a comment about it, I am aware that as of MK1 Rain has been given an actual name. I will however, still be referring to him as Ranjit for this story. I already started with that name and I don’t want to change it now. Chapter Title is from “All The Same” by Sick Puppies.

“Rule one of the getting laid guidebook, don't try to fuck someone who has something in the oven.” Mileena sat back in her chair, putting her feet up on the desk. “Rule two, don't have your phone with you, and if you do, don't answer it.”

Rain glared at her, head on the desk. The report had taken him far longer than he'd liked. He hoped to get it done quickly and then return to Kuai's apartment again. He was so close, Kuai was even fighting whatever anxieties he had and flirting back. But by the time he finished the report it was 3am, and somehow he doubted a booty call at that time would go down well, no matter how into it Kuai was.

“Hey, look at the bright side,” Tanya started and Rain aimed his scowl at her now, because what bright side? “You know he's gay, single and, for reasons I can't fathom, down to fuck you.”

Rain stuck his tongue out at her. She had a point though. Kuai was flustered by Rain coming on so strong, but seemed open to it. He flirted back. He looked genuinely disappointed when Rain had to leave. God fucking dammit a hot guy was going to fuck him and then the universe decided to cockblock him. That seemed fucking typical.

“Are you three actually working or are you just having a circle jerk?”

Rain sat up. His glare now on Reiko, standing in the doorway and looking at the three of them with disgust. Why the hell Shao Kahn continued to hire him, Rain had no idea, especially given what he did to Mileena while they were dating.

“Don't you have to be a douchebag somewhere else?” Tanya hissed, and it was obvious she was trying to resist the urge to walk over there and punch him. Rain wouldn't hold her back if she did.

“Don't you have work to be doing?” Reiko sneered back. Rain clenched his jaw as Reiko's gaze landed on him. “Sorry to hear your plans didn't go ahead last night.” Rain snorted, how long had Reiko been listening in to know the details? “Guy must be pretty desperate though if he considered fucking you.”

It was one thing for Tanya to tease him about something like that, but Reiko's tone made it clear this wasn't just friendly ribbing. This was malicious. It was quite frankly gross, how Reiko tried to tear him down for daring to side with Mileena after the breakup. Like Reiko wasn’t the cause of it in the first place.

“Sounds like you're jealous no one wants to touch you,” Tanya snapped back. He wanted to tell her that stooping to Reiko's level wasn't exactly the best idea.

“That's not what your girlfriend thought.” And that was why engaging seemed like a bad move. Mileena was shrinking into her seat, looking like she did not want to be here. Tanya looked like she was about to rip Reiko's head off.

“You know what, my personal life is none of your business,” Rain interrupted, hoping to god he could put an end to the argument before it really got ugly. The last thing they needed was being reprimanded for getting into a physical brawl in the office.

“Maybe you shouldn't talk about it so loudly then.” Okay being the bigger person really isn’t working. Of course it wouldn’t when the person you’re trying to put yourself above was such a condescending asshole. “I really don't want to know the details of some old guy you're going to swindle into having sex with you.”

“Then put your hands over your ears and walk away, no one's forcing you to listen.” Rain tried to ignore the weird twist of doubt now in his head. Swindle into having sex... Was he swindling Kuai into having sex with him? What did that even mean in this context?

“Whatever, I hope the guy figures you out before he gets himself hurt.”

Rain didn't get a chance to retort before Reiko disappeared, turning his back on them and leaving the room. He gave an annoyed sigh, shaking his head as he turned back to look at his friends. Tanya still looked ready to gut someone, while Mileena was staring down at her hands.

“You okay, Milly?” He asked, and Tanya's anger finally faded as she turned to her girlfriend.

Mileena looked up at them and gave a forced smile, “yeah. Let's just pretend that didn't happen.”

Rain wanted to agree except that nagging doubt was back. Mileena and Tanya were his best friends, but didn't coddle him. If he asked if they thought he was in some way tricking Kuai Liang, they would tell him their truthful opinion.

“Do... Do you guys think I'm 'swindling' Kuai to sleep with me?” He asked. He didn't particularly like the look the pair shared.

“I mean, you do seem a little preoccupied with sleeping with him, rather than getting to know him,” Mileena said, rubbing the back of her head.

“I can be interested in sleeping with him and getting to know him,” he argued. “Those two things aren't mutually exclusive.”

“I just think you need to talk to him first, see what he wants from this,” Tanya advised. “I mean he's what? A single 40 year old man? He's probably more interested in someone he can settle down with, rather than rampant sex.”

Rain hadn't really considered that. He'd been so distracted by the fact Kuai was hot and gay he hadn't really thought about what the other man could potentially be looking for in a relationship. Maybe he just wanted someone to fool around with too. But maybe it was like Tanya said and he'd want something serious. Rain wanted something casual, but that didn't mean everyone else did.

“Just be careful,” Mileena said, “he seemed really anxious, and if you aren't on the same page about this, it could really hurt him.”

Rain was a bit of a fuckboy, he openly admitted that, but he never really intended to hurt anyone. Maybe I need to slow it down a bit. 

“Alright, I'll see if I can talk to him.” He wasn't sure if he should do it before or after he had sex with him. He'd just see how things went the next time he saw him, he guessed.

“Good, until then though, we should probably get to work before someone who isn't dickface comes and yells at us,” Tanya said, picking up a pile of paper on her desk. “Did you want to go over the newest marketing pitch again before I send it off?”

“Yeah we should do that,” he agreed, although he knew that part of him would be thinking about the man living opposite to him, and how to figure out what he wants from a relationship.

Kuai hummed to himself walking down the street. It had been a good day. He'd managed to get a good chunk of the first draft done, spoken to Johnny about the scripting of the next book-turned-movie, and managed to get his bubble tea order in one take without stumbling over his words. It seemed a little silly to call that last one a win, but when you were used to always saying the wrong things, getting things right seemed like an accomplishment.

He had mostly been able to put the night before to the back of his mind too. He had thought about it though, while he sat in the park and drank his bubble tea. He really needed to figure out what Rain wanted.

Well, other than sex because that much was completely obvious.

It seemed like Rain wasn't looking for serious commitment. Just because that was how it appeared didn't mean that was what was really going on.

He'd been committed for 15 years, rushed into marriage at 20 and never really knew what it was like to not be in a long term relationship. And look what that had given him? Nothing but pain, emotional and physical. He was still healing from what had happened to him. He wouldn't rush into another serious relationship, he wouldn't let himself be hurt like that again.

He didn't think that Rain would do terrible things to him, but then he hadn't believed his husband would either. The possibility was terrifying to him.

If they could keep things casual in some way, he would appreciate it.

As he approached the apartment, he noticed the very man he needed to talk to was at the door. He looked like he was trying to figure out the trick with the door. The door clicked open and he gave a loud cheer as he did.

“I'm the best around! Nothings ever gonna keep me down!” He sang triumphantly, pumping his fist as he did. It was very endearing.

Kuai bit his knuckle to try and stop himself from laughing. Unfortunately, he snorted very loudly as a result, and Rain's head snapped around. He looked extremely embarrassed that Kuai had just seen that.

“Oh uh. You saw that, huh?” Rain sucked in a breath as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Don't worry, the secret of your dorky side is safe with me,” Kuai teased, trying not to grin. Rain gave a sheepish smile before holding the door open for him. Kuai thanked him as he slipped inside.

“So, I was actually hoping I'd catch you,” Rain finally said, following Kuai over to the elevator. “Given that I still owe you for the cakes, and I was thinking about ordering takeout tonight, I was wondering if you cared to join me?”

Huh. I wasn't expecting that. Maybe he had been wrong about Rain just wanting something casual. Or... was just having a meal together still considered casual? Kuai really didn't have enough experience with dating to be able to say.

Still, I can't really go wrong with free food, can I? 

“That does sound good,” Kuai answered with a smile, just as the elevator doors opened. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe a Chinese or pizza, whichever you prefer.” Rain lent against the wall of the elevator and the smile he wore made him look so handsome Kuai had to physically restrain himself from swooning.

“I could definitely go for a pizza right now,” Kuai replied, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He bit his lip. “I was hoping to talk to you, actually.”

“Huh, no kidding?” Rain hummed, pursing his lips. “There was something I was hoping to talk to you about too.” He grimaced slightly, “although it's a little personal, and we should probably wait until we're in my apartment.”

Strange. But Kuai smiled still and answered “ah, what I wanted to talk about may be better for a private place too then.”

Rain looked like he wanted to ask, but then the doors opened, and the subject was dropped and they exited as Rain asked “so, how was work today?”

“Pretty well, actually,” Kuai replied, “I made good progress on a couple of my current projects.”

Rain pursed his lips, “I don't think I've actually asked what you do for your job?”

He was right, now that Kuai thought about it. Between the questions they had asked each other and the growing sexual tension between them, the nature of their work life hadn't really come up.

“I'm a writer,” he explained, trying to figure out how in depth he wanted to go. He was well known, although not to the level of being stopped in the street like Johnny was. But at the same time, a few of his books had been made into blockbuster movies. “Currently working on a first draft of my next novel, as well as helping a friend with scripting a movie based on one of my others.”

He maybe shouldn't have mentioned the last bit when he noticed how wide Rain's eyes had gone.

“Wait, one of your books is being turned into a movie?” Rain sounded completely astonished. Even as he got his key out and tried to put it in his lock he was still looking at Kuai.

“Technically it's the third to be adapted,” Kuai admitted sheepishly. He didn't usually talk much about the movies. Not because they were bad or for lack of involvement, they were actually fairly faithful and he was involved every step of the journey.

No, it was more because after learning just who was involved, people suddenly were a lot less interested in Kuai Liang and far more interested in using him to meet world famous actor Johnny Cage.

Johnny was understanding. The last thing he wanted was Kuai being hurt because someone had carelessly used him as a gateway into fame.

“Wow, holy shit, that's amazing,” Rain stated, finally looking away long enough to actually get his key in the lock. “My brother is an actor.” Kuai felt a little apprehensive. He'd heard “my family members an actor, can you get them a part” before. Kuai still followed Rain into his apartment regardless. “Well... He's been in movies... as an extra.” Rain sighed as he shut the door behind Kuai and threw his keys onto a little table beside the door. “Although the way my family talks about him, you'd think he was Johnny fucking Cage.”

Kuai laughed nervously, partially at the mention of his dear friend, and partially because Rain's tone sounded extremely bitter. I get the feeling things aren't good with his family relationships. Still at least Rain wasn't pushing to know more about the films, or if Kuai could get his brother a better role in future ones.

“So, you never told me what you do?” Kuai tried to divert the conversation as he looked around the room. Observing at Rain's furniture, he suddenly understood the comment about Kuai's matching. There was such a mismatch of different styles and patterns.

If he was completely honest it was all extremely hideous but he knew that was just his personal opinion and definitely not a welcome one.

“Oh. Uh, nothing as exciting as you, by the sounds of it,” Rain replied, walking over to a drawer in his living room, and rooting through it. “I'm a Sales and Marketing executive.” He pulled out a pizza takeaway menu. “I'm basically behind a bunch of adverts and selling our products to clients, y'know basically making sure people actually want to buy our stuff.”

“I don't know, I think that sounds extremely interesting,” Kuai said, accepting the menu when it was offered to him. He already knew what he wanted, but it didn't hurt to pretend to look. “The closest to a normal job I've ever had was when I was 16 and doing weekends at the gas station.”

“Huh, you must have lived the starving artist life for a while then?” Rain questioned, flopping down on the couch and patting the seat next to him.

“Ah, not really. I married my ex-husband at 20 and he was ridiculously rich.” Kuai absentmindedly sat down, eyes still on the menu, trying to make sure the pizza he wanted was still available. “I technically didn't have to work, but I got bored quickly, and began writing to keep myself entertained. Sent my first draft to a couple of publishers one day on a whim, lo and behold one of them loved it and the rest is history.”

“I- Oh. Your ex-husband?”

Kuai paused.

He hadn't even realised he'd mentioned his ex. Shit. It had been a slip up, not a major one mind, but enough to make him feel apprehensive. Because usually when he mentioned him, people immediately felt entitled to know why they split up. Kuai didn't enjoy talking about that with his therapist, let alone to people he barely knew.

“Yes I was married for 15 years,” he explained, “we divorced 5 years ago.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that,” Rain said sympathetically. “Why did you split?”

“We-“ Kuai stopped himself.

He was going to say they drifted apart but that just felt wrong to say. They didn't drift apart, Kuai just finally grew tired of the cycle. His husband berating and hurting him and then showering him with adoration and gifts. The promise that it would never happen again, only for a few days to go by and it to all start over. He would never forget the night he finally attempted to leave. He'd never forget hands on his chest, pushing at him and the sensation of falling down the stairs. He'd never forget waking up in the hospital to his husband swearing up and down Kuai had slipped and fell. He'd never forget the desperation he felt when he finally managed to slip the nurse a note that just read “he's lying, please help me”.

He took a deep breath, now was really not the time he wanted to talk about this.

“He just wasn't the man I thought I'd married,” he settled on.

Thankfully, Rain didn't seem to push for more info than that. Maybe it was clear the subject was too painful for small talk.

“Anyway,” he said with a cough, seemingly wanting to move on. “Did you decide what you want?”

“Vegi-surprise, please.” He passed the menu over to Rain, trying to smile and put the memories to the back of his mind.

“Vegetarian?” Rain questioned as he took the menu and got his phone out and started putting the number in.

“Ah, no, I just prefer vegetables on my pizza,” he explained, just before Rain put the phone to his ear.

He kept quiet as the order was made, wondering what the rest of the evening would bring.

“I can't believe you are partially behind that jingle,” Kuai exclaimed after swallowing a mouthful of pizza. Rain had been telling him about some of his previous advertising campaigns, and a very well known and annoying jingle for Outworld Superstores he'd had a part in creating. “It was stuck in my head for months!”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Rain said with a grin. He wasn't the person who performed or wrote the jingle, but he was the one who had suggested it and given it the green light. He had been repeatedly told it had ruined people's lives with its earworm nature.

It was weird. Rain didn't consider his job exciting at all. Not that he regretted it, just normally when he talked about the ins and outs beyond specific adverts, people tended to zone out. Kuai on the other hand seemed fascinated. And here was Rain thinking he'd be the one asking all the questions about Kuai's job.

Actually, Kuai had barely talked about his work, it was a little strange. He was accomplished enough to have movies made from his books. Surely that was something to brag about? Kuai was probably just more humble than Rain could ever be. Years of his accomplishments being completely ignored in favour of his brothers meant he felt the need to be bold and push them to the front.

Now that I put it like that, maybe that is more a me issue. 

He was sure Kuai would open up more as time went on. Both on his work and the mysterious ex-husband he mentioned. Rain wasn't an idiot, he could tell whatever caused them to split up was painful. He hadn't pushed, it wasn't his place. The only thing about it that bothered Rain was Tanya and Mileena's earlier warnings that Kuai might be looking for something more serious.

And 15 years sounded pretty fucking serious to Rain.

He turned to Kuai with the intention of finally bringing the subject up, only to stop when he saw the other man. He had a small amount of dip on the corner of his mouth.

“Ah, you uh- you've got a spot on you,” Rain informed him, tapping the corner of his mouth, as an opportunity came to his mind.

Kuai reached his hand and wiped his mouth, "is that better?"

Rain scooted forward, reaching a hand to Kuai's chin. "Here, let me~" he purred, before leaning in to kiss the other man.

So much for talking about things first. Kuai made a surprised huff, but it didn't take long for him to lean into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Rain's shoulders. Kuai opened his mouth and Rain took the chance to slip his tongue in. He was delighted to feel Kuai's tongue mingle with his own.

He began to shift, gently pushing Kuai back down against the couch. Rain's hands fumbled with Kuai's shirt, trying to undo the buttons. He released Kuai's lips, trailing kisses along his neck instead. Kuai moaned as Rain managed to brush aside Kuai's shirt. He pulled back slightly, just enough to observe the other man below him. Kuai was surprisingly fit, not too muscular, not too lean. His chest was covered in scars, some looked like they had potentially been from surgery, while the others he had no idea what could have caused them. Now was not the time to ask. He'd been so distracted by the scars, he'd barely registered that the other man's nipples were pierced.

Holy shit, how the hell does this man seem to fit every niche I’m into? 

“God, you're so fucking hot,” he muttered, before leaning down pressing his lips between the other mans pecs.

“R-Rain,” Kuai whimpered as Rain continued to kiss down Kuai's torso. He mostly followed one of the scars that seemed to go mostly down the middle. Kuai continued to make sweet little noises, even arching his back as if to push himself closer. He continued down, meeting Kuai's navel and slipping his tongue out and swirling it around the man's belly button.

Rain searched for the buttons on Kuai's jeans, undoing them before hooking his fingers in. He lightly tugged on the item of clothing and-

He jumped a mile when his door buzzer went off.

He sat up and stared at the intercom, before looking down to Kuai Liang. His face was bright red as he looked across at the thing that had interrupted them.

“S-should you get that?” Kuai asked, looking up at him while biting his lip.

“They can wait,” Rain decided, turning to settle back between Kuai's legs. He trailed his hands down Kuai's sides, leaning down about to kiss him. He stopped when the buzzer went off again. He grit his teeth, wanting to ignore it, until the buzzer started to rapidly go off, like someone was repeatedly pushing the button in quick succession. He gave an annoyed sigh as he pushed himself up. “Sorry, I'll just deal with this.”

God he was so fucking annoyed. As he got up and walked over to the intercom, he couldn't help but mentally berate whoever was on the other end.

He clicked the button and sharply answered with “Yes? What do you want?”

“Nice to talk to you too, Ranjit,” the familiar voice spoke back. Rain mentally groaned.

“What are you doing here Taven?” He reached a hand up to rub his temples. The last thing he needed was his brother coming over to pass judgement on how this place really wasn't up to scratch.

“I mean, I am your brother,” Taven replied. “But mostly I need to talk to you about something important.”

“Can't it wait? I'm kind of in the middle of something here.” He glanced over his shoulder. Kuai was sitting up on the couch, fiddling to redo his fly up. Shit shit shit. He wasn't going to let Taven ruin this for him. Not again. He thought he was done having family members walking in on him “accidentally”.

“No not really,” Taven said, sounding annoyed. Not as annoyed as I am. “The sooner you let me up there to talk, the sooner I'll be out of your hair.”

Rain made a frustrated hand movement, before dragging it down his face and finally biting out “fine, but you'd better be quick.” He hit the button that would let the door open, waiting to give Taven enough time to get through.

He turned back to find Kuai had already done up his shirt, although he was still sitting on the couch. He looked extremely embarrassed and Rain couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

“Should I leave?” Kuai asked quietly.

“No, no, it's okay. Hopefully this'll be a few minutes tops.” Rain held his hands up, hoping it might help calm Kuai down. There was a knock on his door, and he went to open it. He was rather thankful that it was just Taven on the other side.

“So, uh, this place is where you're hiding huh?” Taven said in greeting, looking around the place like he was expecting someone to jump out at him. Rain wanted to roll his eyes so badly. “Am I allowed in?”

Rain didn't want to let him in, but he supposed it would be rude not to. He reluctantly moved aside. Taven stepped in, looking around like he was trying to scope the place out. He did a bit of a double take when he spotted Kuai.

“Oh, uh, hello?” Taven sounded confused, and Kuai looked completely out of his depth.

“Hi?” Kuai squeaked out, looking desperately towards Rain for help.

“That's my neighbour, Kuai Liang, and this is my brother, Taven,” he introduced, gesturing to each of them as he spoke.

“Oh, you didn't say you had company,” Taven said, biting his lip.

“I did say I was in the middle of something,” Rain pointed out to him, trying to not just scream in frustration.

“Uh, would- would it be better if I left?” Kuai asked again, clearly getting nervous.

“Yeah, that might be for the best,” Taven said before Rain could open his mouth to reassure Kuai it was fine.

He watched as Kuai nodded in defeat, before pushing himself up and grabbing his bag. As he made his way towards the exit, he paused briefly to give Rain a small smile.

“I'll see you later,” he whispered, before turning and leaving, closing the door behind him.

Rain just glared at Taven as he growled, “well now you've cockblocked me, you might as well tell me what the fuck you want?”

Taven shook his head in shock as he muttered “coc- huh?” He blinked a few times, “oh, my god, Ranjit, you weren't actually going to have intercourse with your neighbour were you?”

“Why do you have to refer to it like that?” Rain groaned. Why can't he just call it fucking like everyone else? “Yes, I was going to fuck him, but seeing as you've kind of ruined that plan could you please tell me why you're here?”

Taven looked like he wanted to say more on the subject of Kuai Liang, but eventually settled against it when he said “Mom's birthday party is next Friday.”

“And?” Rain rolled his hand to try and get Taven to get to the fucking point already.

“Well, I've been texting you asking if you're coming, and you've just left me on read.” Much to Rain's annoyance, Taven walked over to his kitchen, and settled down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar.

“I don't know if you know this, Tav, but I've been rather busy lately,” he snarled, while flailing his arms to the apartment around him.

“So too busy to send me a one word text, but not to try and seduce your new neighbour,” Taven replied, crossing his arms. “Seriously, you've been here two days. You don't even know the guy.”

“I know he's hot and I want to fuck his brains out, the rest is none of your fucking business,” Rain argued, storming over to the kitchen counter. “As for the party, I don't know yet.”

“She's your Mom-“

“No. She's your Mom! I'm nothing to her! The only reason I'm around her is because Dad couldn't keep his cock in his pants!”

The outburst lingered in the air, thick and heavy. It was a button Rain hated being pressed, Taven knew it was and yet he still insisted on bringing it up. In Delia's defence, on some level she had tried to be a supportive step-mother to Rain. It was clear, however, that her priority lay with her biological children. He knew that on some level she resented him, the constant reminder of her husband's betrayal.

He supposed she had at least tried, unlike his father.

He closed his eyes in defeat as he mumbled out, “when is it?”

“Next Friday at 6.” Taven was still looking at his hands. “If it helps, you can bring a plus one.”

“Fine, I'll be there,” he whispered, still not closing his eyes. He had a feeling Mileena and Tanya were busy next Friday, he might have to hunt for another plus one. “And I'll be with someone.”

“Thank you.” Rain opened his eyes, and hated how genuinely grateful Taven looked. “I know she'll be happy to see you there.”

I doubt that. 

“Was there anything else?” Rain asked, rubbing his face with his hand.

“No, I guess I'll leave you be,” Taven jumped off the seat and began to walk towards the door. “But, promise me that you'll be careful with the neighbour thing?” Rain just furrowed his brow at him. “We've been here before Ranjit. You rush into things, it's great for a while and in the end everyone just gets burned because they want commitment you can't offer them.” Taven reached to place a hand on Rain's shoulder. “I know it doesn't feel like it sometimes, but I do care about you and I don't like seeing you get hurt.”

There were so many things Rain wanted to say about that, but just couldn't. He resigned himself and just said “I'll be careful.”

Taven just nodded, wishing him a final farewell and then he was thankfully gone. As he closed the door, Rain rested his forehead against the door, resisting the urge to slam his head against it repeatedly.

Kuai sat on his couch, staring silently at his TV, despite it being turned off. He was more watching himself in the reflection. He was rubbing his fingers across his lips repeatedly, trying to soothe his nerves.

Rain had seemed very upset to see his brother. He wasn't sure if he should have stayed as a mediator, or if he'd made the right call by leaving them to it. Either way, it seemed his talk with Rain was going to have to wait. Well, not that it seemed talking was where things had been going.

It had been 5 years since Kuai last had sex. He’d thought about it a few times, but never worked up the courage. The way Rain kissed him, touched his body. He couldn’t believe how good he felt. It wasn’t until he was in that moment that he realised how much he missed that kind of intimacy. Even when he was married, that softness was limited to his ex’s good days, that man was a very selfish lover.

He didn’t want to think about that, he wanted to think about how wonderful it had felt for Rain to touch him.

So much for talking about things though. He sighed, and rubbed at his face. All it took was a kiss and I was spreading my legs for the guy. It did rather indicate that Rain was more interested in something casual, or at least, more interested in the sex aspect. If that was indeed the case, Kuai could handle that.

He jumped a mile when he heard a knock on his door. He scrambled to get up and rushed over to it. As he expected, once he opened it, there was Rain, looking extremely apologetic.

“I am so sorry,” Rain immediately told him before Kuai could even begin to utter a word. Kuai simply smiled and stepped aside to let him in.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kuai tried to assure him, shutting the door as Rain entered the apartment. He felt a flutter in his chest, realising it was probably going to be now or never in regard to that talk. “Um… So, I think now would probably be a good time to have that conversation.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right.” Shang Tsung reached up to rub his face with his hand. “Um. Shall I go first?” Kuai nodded in confirmation. Honestly even bringing it up first was a big step for him, he didn’t think he could handle going first as well. “What exactly do you want from… whatever this is?” Rain gestured towards the both of them as he spoke.

So, we wanted to talk about the same thing. Funny. 

“That is what I wanted to discuss with you too, actually.” Kuai began to rub at his wrist, swallowing as he tried to think of how to explain. “I’ll be honest, I was hoping for something… casual.”

“Casual?” Rain asked, tilting his head. He didn’t look put off though, more hopeful if Kuai was reading him right.

“I don’t think I’m really ready for anything extremely committed.” Kuai bit his lip, trying to ignore how hard his heart was beating. Even though Rain showed no sign of being upset by this, the little voice in Kuai’s head wouldn’t stop telling him the other man was going to leave and never talk to him again over this. “I’d like a companion but not a partner… I don’t know if that makes sense?”

“No, no, that makes perfect sense.” Rain stepped forward, taking Kuai’s hand in his. “That’s what I’m wanting too. Just someone to have fun with.”

“Oh.” Kuai chuckled awkwardly. “Well now I feel stupid for being worried.”

“Pth, don’t. My friends kinda got in my head about how you’d probably want something more serious.” Rain rubbed the back on his neck and gave a handsome smile. “So, uh, something like friends with benefits good for you?”

Kuai laughed. Aren’t I a little old to be having friends with benefits? Still, it did sound nice. He didn’t really get to have the awkward early adult phase, it’d be nice to experience a little of what that would have been like. Even if he was about 20 years too late.

“Friends with benefits sounds perfect to me.”

He was surprised when Rain suddenly took hold of his hips and pulled them close. Kuai giggled as their lips almost touched.

“Well then, with that out of the way, where were we?”

Kuai felt a little bold, confidence brought on by the previous conversation, bringing his arms up and around Rain’s neck. He felt Rain pushing him backwards until his back hit the wall. How he resisted the urge to grind against him he had no idea. Rain’s lips were on his, and he opened them hoping for their tongues to meet again. He quite enjoyed that the first time.

It really should not have surprised Kuai when a ringtone started to sound from Rain’s pocket.

Rain pulled away, and grimaced. “I cannot believe this.”

“I’d have thought after yesterday, you’d have learnt to leave your phone behind,” Kuai teased a little, snorting when Rain pouted at him.

“You would have thought I'd have learnt my lesson, wouldn’t you?” He sighed and reached into his pocket, frowning at his phone. “I have to take this.”

Kuai nodded as Rain stepped back and answered the phone. He just stood and watched as the other man got more and more exacerbated. There was a part of Kuai that felt sorry for him, being interrupted yet again, but the other part of him that felt a little bitter that he hadn’t done the obvious of leaving the stupid device behind this time.

By the time Rain was done with the conversation, it was clear he was more than a little annoyed by it.

“Work?” Kuai gently asked, and Rain gave him an apologetic look.

“Unfortunately.” He grimaced and shook his head. “The universe really does not want me to fuck you.”

Kuai laughed despite the situation. It really seemed that tonight was not going to be the night again. But there would always be more opportunities.

“It’s okay, I understand.” Kuai pushed himself away from the wall, stepping forward and giving Rain a quick kiss on the cheek. “I promise I will still be here tomorrow.”

Rain nodded, not hiding the somewhat goofy smile on his face from Kuai’s display of affection.

“I will see you tomorrow,” Rain assured him, patting his arm slightly. All Kuai could do was sigh as Rain made his way back to the door.

As soon as it shut behind him, Kuai flopped backwards against the wall, letting himself slide down it and staring at the ceiling. Honestly, if he were a little more superstitious, he’d genuinely think the constant interruptions were the doing of Bi-Han’s ghost. Big brother always was very protective, and a little too distrustful of just about anyone who found Kuai attractive.

It was a shame he wasn’t there to stop Kuai from getting married. He was certain if Bi-Han were still alive, none of the terrible things that happened would have. He’d have beat the shit out of his ex the second he suspected so much as a finger had been laid on Kuai’s body.

But Bi-Han hadn’t been there, and he wasn’t here now. Kuai just had to believe that all of this wasn’t some kind of bad omen. Like the universe was trying to stop it from happening to protect him.

Not like the universe protected me before. 

He was due to see Johnny again tomorrow, and work together on the next script. He was generally pretty decent at relationship advice. Maybe I should ask him tomorrow? At least get some idea on what to expect and how to maintain the boundaries to keep them both safe.

Until then, well, the whole experience was starting to give him creative inspiration. He finally stood up, and rushed over to where his laptop was, determined to write some notes before he forgot everything he’d just experienced and felt.

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[rockinmyownboat]

Lavine to the Latrine (and Other Dark Fantasies of Feminist Equality)

My mom raised me right. I was taught to respect women. Thats a crazy concept coming from a testosterone fueled penis-handler, like myself. But it's a real thing. My mom raised as much of a feminist out of a headstrong boy with rock and roll in his veins as she could. At most, she instilled a very specific brand of old school chivalry to respect, cherish, and value women as bringers of life. At the very least, she taught me to not use women as sex objects to wipe my ego's ass.

Thats why i really sucked as a rockstar. I tried it. Not gonna lie to you either. I got my hands on more bumper than an autobody shop in my 20s. As a single guy at the time, i didn't see any problems. Thank God I don't think that way anymore. I like to think that's because i grew up a little ... 🤷‍♂️

Even though i was single and free to do whoever i wanted, ill tell you what i learned. It was empty and unrefined.. So baseless, tasteless and Predictable.

Can i say this? I think i shall.

It was fucking BASIC.

Hedonism just never set well, even when i tried to pursue it fully with nary a care in the universe.

I would feel the weight of my choices every time my logical brain would catch up to the rabid horndog in my nutsack, forcing me to reign him in. I felt remorse and Regret. It left a worse taste in my mouth than drunken vomit... and ironically was often an additional side effect. As bad as my debauchery might have been on a sliding scale, it was nothing compared to others bragging their female exploits like millionaires boasting financial accomplishments.

Even when i thought i didn't care, i still had standards to my treatment of womenfolk.... Many of the guys i played music with didn't.

I cringe when i think of some of the assholes i used to run with and hear the stories they'd tell behind closed doors. Full bongs and beers loosened lips about their uses and abuses of women they would claim to love out in public.

Its true we become who we value. I was placing value on the wrong people, frankly. Over time, even my mamas boy got caught up in all the impressive charisma of being a pretentious douchebag.

I did some really bad shit to good women. Not like, forcing them or anything. But pushing boundaries, or using them to get my dopamine hits from cheap ego boosts. I really fucked things up. I can't nor would i lie or try to make excuses. I feel those consequences now, as much as then. Existing in a perpetual state of cognitive dissonance is unhealthy.

My reason to change came from a "compliment."

I finally realized what a shitty person i was becoming when an ex girlfriend included a Maroon5 song on our "I Love You" Playlist. She said, it was cause of the chorus, and how good our sex was. It made me feel good at the time. Hell.... She used to compare me to their lead singer. At the time, it felt like quite the ego boost. The guy's physically hot. I'll admit it. But i realized later that was NOT at all what i wanted the basis for our relationship to be. Especially after i paid attention to the REST of the chart topping single's lyrics. I was disgusted, frankly. Her compliment went from an ego-boost to a disturbing insult real quick.

Thats why i feel like the stigma of being a "rockstar" needs to be deconstructed. Its all a bullshit game, based on dumb luck, blind chance, and the right handjobs in the right offices to get the prettiest, vapid, most toxic douchebags on planets in front of WOMEN. The results are the money women spend on the majority of products, as consumers. Women have the most buying power out of ANY demographic these days.

Ladies, do you realize what im saying? Your financial decisions and what you choose to spend money on is the majority of blood running through this massive capitalist machine? That's why so much effort has been taken to suppress and silence you into subservience ....

You have the power of money, the blood that makes the world turn.

Thats A LOT of fucking power you hold in your wallet... And its being sorely wasted...

We all know the music industry is not about talent. It involves honing a baseline of a skillset, getting good at it, and then perfecting it for a record label's sales expectations. That's it. Some learn how to fix cars and its like magic to those of us that can't. Some learn how to fabricate and its like magic to those of us that can't. Some people are great cooks, while others burn water. What we CAN'T Do is mystifying to us until we learn how its done.

Writing a pop song can be done in as little as 15 minutes, because of how easy it is to follow a simple formula, with four chords to start with. Most pop songs follow a non-complicated verse- chorus- verse- chorus- bridge- chorus formula. Start with a simple melody. Write some lyrics that catch the ear. Get super repetitive.

Wash rinse repeat for 15 tracks and then claim you labored blood sweat and tears to the public.

Pop music 101. Got it? It's nothing impressive.

But Hollywood built an empire out of it. Processed music thats as great for the intellect as plastic cheese is for the gut. Empires are full of corrupt disgusting people who need to be taken to task. One of those has gone through unscathed, so far. But im interested to watch him squirm.

Here we go. This one for you, ladies😏....

So Adam Levine is turning out to be just another white, patriarchal, pretty-boy- piece-of-shit who thinks its okay to cheat on his wife and kids with several younger downgrades..... and then issue a half assed statement that was not even a real apology but rather a pseudo-effective diminishing of his crimes ..... hmmm... who knew??

Total shocker, right? Housewife heartbreak is heard across the internet....

From my point of view, anyone shocked by that is an absolute Moron5.

That is a moron to the 5th power. For each level of subsequent denial involved in being a woman and knowingly supporting the sexist bigoted content in Adam Levine's music.

Lets go back a few years.

Maroon5's 2011 hit "Animals" was chart topping. The lyrics and music video were also incredibly controversial in the ways you do not want to be. The video featured explicit depictions of abhorrent sexual behavior and cannibalistic imagery, cleverly disguised as a peppy pop song. The lead singer's nonchalant dismissal of femine rights groups' concerns should have been more than enough to cast a huge red flag on the bands success. He showcased himself as a sexist pig, white washed with poser tattoos and a half-assed beard. But alas ... propel foward a decade and he sits on a panel of judges for American Idol, the controversy of his projected sexual deviance forgotten like a dead pet.

If you haven't seen the video yet, don't. It'll make you sick if you're a decently empathetic human. Read a review instead. They're all pretty explicit in the descriptions. Look up the lyrics to the song. Don't bother listening to it. You'll never get rid of that obnoxious parasite of an earworm.

Its a song about a man stalking a woman, and raping her. And its goddamn catchy.

Heres what bunches my boxer briefs up....

It seems like just because he cuts his diamond nipples on his chiseled abs, women will write off and even swoon and gush over stalker/rapist behavior in his songs and belt that shit out like they wrote it ...

See here's the thing...

If I wrote a song like that, i would be committed. Or at the very least, I'd have a LOT of questions to answer about my mental state. And i would probably lose a lot of people that have been fans of my music.

And i'd deserve it.

If I acted as the video depicts, and stalked someone at a club, or ended up outside their apartment taking photos, I would get thrown in fucking jail. That behavior is not acceptable in real life. As we all should know.

Thing is, a flashy prententious douche like Lavine can sing those kind of lyrics though. Because he is pretty enough to make women override their self respect and logic with washboard abs and their hormones.

Frankly ladies, you're being impressed with the wrong shit.

Showmanship and production are all you need to make a concert or an album impressive. I know... im part of the cultural subset with that skillset. I can sing pretty well, too. I can write catchy melodies and incessant earwigs. I can even play guitar or bass or drums... whatever you want me to do.....

Don't be impressed. Please for the love of God.

Its my skillset, remember? I can't fix an engine to save my goddamn life.

Dont lose me in false humility here. Im proud of what I've accomplished in my music career. No money to speak of, but I've proven I can write catchy, decent, radio quality rock songs.

Whats more?

I did it WITHOUT hiring a team of bigshot producers to help. Suck on that, Lavine. The last Maroon5 album cost how many tens of thousands of dollars to produce. It sounds just like every other pop album out there ...? Nothing unique .... or inherently deep or compelling.

Well in ten years, I've dropped 4 albums of original material.... and done the majority of instrument performance on each. Ive helped produce and mix.... even mastering.

Here's the thing.... Im not masturbating my own ego. What im doing is minimizing Maroon5's musical accomplishments and musical impact.

They've done nothing innovative to garner such a massive cult-like following.

Maroon5 rode the coattails of their model pretty boy frontman who honed his skillset into a carefully crafted persona of machiavellian derivation.

They've never been known for their high lofty musical quality. They do bubblegum pop that has as much substance and flavor as a stick of Fruit Stripe.

It might surprise you to know musicians and singers who massively outclass Adam Levine live in your town. You've probably passed by them on the street. Maybe you've been out with friends drinking and will hear them singing karaoke. Maybe you've seen them at church or work. And you'll ignore them cause you know them. Or cause you don't recognize their songs. And they don't have rock hard abs or pretty faces. Sometimes they're even a little midsection soggy

They're just normal people who possess extraordinary musical talent. But that's not gonna appeal to you much without an airbrushed pin up, right?

Ill give Adam credit. The guy is talented and can sing well.

You bet your ass, im still Not playing any of his albums... cause he's a sexist asshole. And that behavior is not okay. I don't care how hit he is.

See, you can give someone due credit for being a decent performer... and not endorse or support them if they use that platform to endorse predatory behaviors that serve the narcissistic glory hole of their ego.

Just cause hes on, doesn't mean you have to watch.

You know who else had raw Talent and sang dark disturbing shit about women?

R. Kelly.

Oh yeah. Shits about to get real.

How long did we overlook the fact that he was pissing on little girls as long as the brother was pissing out Top 40s hits, too?

Adam might not be directly giving golden showers, but his songs piss in the face of true feminism that strives for sexual equality both in the bedroom. And outside of it ...

Im not impressed with his talent or how he has chosen to use it.

Ever hear the term "sellout?"

Pretty sure the dictionary definition should feature a photo of Adam and a full bio.

He gets away with glorifying psycho-sexual predatory behavior and tops the Billboards because women enable him.

Women buy his albums ...... and

WOMEN .......

..... are the majority that stream his music ....

.....

Ladies, do You see where I'm going with this yet?

Yes, you do Penny. You're a shallow dopamine addict just like the rest of Western Culture. We all enjoy wasting money on worthless crap that feels good for 10 seconds. But this goes deeper than that. So let me illuminate the dark tunnel of hypocrisy in this cultural backdrop of ours with the mental freight train of the truth.

We live an age where you can de-cry the patriarchy for equal rights, post some #metoo hashtags for solidarity with abuse and rape victims, and wear a vagina on your head to protest a sexist president that likes to talk about grabbing women by the pussy .... And think that those will be effective movements....

.... But why... when Adam Levine sings about stalking and raping a woman, does your feminism melt into a puddle in the panties .... and override every logical circuit in every house wife in America, translating to proportional cashflow...?

Great job sticking to your convictions, ladies.

The vast majority of Maroon5 fans are women. And most of them are the same women pissed off at Harvey Weinstein for being a fat, disgusting, sick fuck that preyed on women for their livelihood ... that's some next level evil shit.

Women everywhere should be pissed; hell, ill be honest. I'm not even a woman... and I'm constantly infuriated with womens lack of autonomy in society, and the ways that they're treated.

My dick gives me no authority over your body ladies. I have no right to dominate you ever as a means to gain power over you.

And that's what we're REALLY talking about in the BIGGER conversation, right?

Feminism is all about "leveling the playing field," right?

So lets level this shit out.

Im begging these hypocrites to tell me why rape and psychosis are so much more palatable to the average female psyche when the rapist has rock hard abs?

Why is it okay for Adam to act the way he does, or write songs the way he does, expressing obvious darker tendencies... and women justify it with buying power and attention? Why have NO women hit his pretty ass with a #METOO, despite the fact that that he's obviously a powerful sexual influence in the Hollywood entertainment machine? He's got his share of demons in his crotch.... I guarantee it.

My heart breaks for Adam's kids. They're going to go through a shitton of heartbreak over their dads choices. And i don't think we should directly blame his wife for anything....

... well anything other than her own choices, that is. She's a victim. But she's not a blameless one. To call her "unwitting" or "innocent" is the exact hypocrisy im addressing with this blog.

She's the same wife that played the object of Adam's toxic obsession in the vile music video.

He told her he wanted her to lay down on a table while a group of men leered over her naked body and pretended to eat her guts. She agreed to a scene with her husband depicting the two of them having sex while being bathed in blood. She agreed to be stalked and objectified on camera for her husbands dark lustful fantasies.

Ever heard of projecting? If this is what Adam Levine projects ..

To the PUBLIC...

what's really going on behind closed doors?

His wife is just as guilty of ENDORSING his degradation, instead of CONDEMNING it. She enabled a dark fantasy that would have Hannibal Lecter stroking furiously with the lotion on his skin with psycho-sexual cannibalistic undertones.... time to get the hose again.

She made a bed of scissors. She knew what she was getting into when she married him. She ignored plenty of red flags. She gets to lay in that bed. I feel no pity for her choices. Only a sad indifference.

But, hey....

....this is just another day at the bulge of Hollywoods crotch, with women on their knees in front of it to hand over their money and self respect for a catchy melody. They all should be getting up and walking away and demanding higher quality from pop music, by investing attention and plays in higher quality songwriters that respect and defend a woman's bodily autonomy, not exploit it.

But damn ... those songs are so goddamn catchy aren't they? So we'll just sweep this... and that...under the rug... and we'll just keep our low standards for lyrics and entertainment right where they are.

As long as it's Adam Levine's chiseled body and smooth falsetto that rape your feminist principles, you'll happily degrade your morals to jack off his ego for that coveted money shot.

Not to be to flippant considering the seriousness of the subject, but with all due respect, the willing can't be raped.

To put it simply, Adam Levine and the attention he receives for his bigotry is the walking definition of toxic masculinity, affluence, and violence against women. And you're buying it Because he's pretty. And you're being shallow.

Thats right, i said it. Shots fired.

Lets put this in another light.

If Brock Turner had just written a song, instead of raping a girl, he would have had a platinum album, I'm sure. As long as it had a catchy melody to it. But he was a fucking athlete.

Different skillset to mystify the judges. Go figure.

We all know the rest of the story. This Texas college student, whose daddy played golf with the mayor, decided to LIVE OUT THE SONG, "ANIMALS"....

For kicks on a friday fucking night, Brock found a hot girl at a party to obsess over. Then he Drugged her. Dragged her behind a garbage can, beat her... and raped her ...and left her there.

Think about that the next time you catch yourself singing along with Adam Levine's happy peppy melody.

The world was shocked and dismayed when the judge RULED IN BROCK'S FAVOR....

But wait .....

Doesn't Adam endorse and encourage behavior like Brock Turner's from the stage every time Maroon5 does the song "Animals?" Hmmm....

And ladies, you find that this level of degredation... is acceptable.... because it is.... ART?

My head is starting to ache.

Apparently, great abs, a pretty face and a silky smooth voice makes it okay to be a psycho.

Adam can cheat on his wife; or Objectify a womans sexuality; or blatantly disrespect feminist ideals in his lyrics... and its okay. Cause IT'S ART. He can write billboard top 20 songs about stalking and play those songs for thousands of women in stadiums all over the country that proudly sing along to his catchy pop-fueled rape narrative. He lines his deep, patriarchal, white-male-priveleged pockets with a flash-flood of feminist currency every show.

And he's mocking women with his million dollar smile, cause he knows he can get away with the joke.

Brock Turner. Good looking guy with washboard abs and a fuckton of parental funding. The judge thought his future was worth more than the womans body he violated. So he let the kid off. Brock smiled. Cause he knew he could get away with the joke ...

Coincidence? I think not. Something smells sketchy. Seems like theres a bigger picture being painted, where if you're still relatively young, white, and good looking (regardless if you're a narcissistic piece of shit....), its your "get out of jail free" card.

But Hollywoods gotta hang SOMEONE out to dry.

Whos it gonna be? Old guys. Fat guys. Or black guys.

Louis C.K. gets in trouble for masturbating in front of a woman. He didn't even touch her!!! Okay?? He touched HIMSELF....Now, im not saying he should have. He shouldn't have. But he was disgraced for it. And became an outcast ... in COMEDY ....

Think on that.

...in light of Levine's endless lyrical expressions of uncontrolled lust and sexual domination, and his rabid feminine fanbase, i think this is just a little hilarious and ironic ... but sadly fucking predictable.

Why?

Hes an older white guy. And he's fat. Nobody wants to think about Louis C.K. masturbating. You can't blame the woman for getting offended. But completely disgraced ...? Seems excessive, considering the Comedy gold potential there, but okay. We'll move on.

Did Harvey Weinstein get lucky?

We could say He was TRYING... he was using a tactic to get laid, because he KNEW nobody would sleep with him otherwise. Hollywood knew about it. Covered it up for decades. I think they secretly felt bad for him.

Til he got fat. Like really fat. Like... "oh hell no!" When you see him coming towards the elevator.

Off with his head.

What about R.Kelly? Did he get away with his prosti-Tot empire? Well yeah..

He did...

For years... even when he coerced an under-age Aaliyah into marriage so he could control her.

Until he outlived his usefulness as the Pied Piper of R&B (Goddamn, as if that NICKNAME was not a DEAD GIVEAWAY to his depths of depravity ..), in the end, was he gonna KEEP getting away with it?

Hell no ... He was too black. Black guys don't get away with shit for very long in White Hollywood.

What about Cosby? He was fat AND black. AND old. A triple-threat irrelevant antique....

He was able to run around with his Spanish Fly puddin pop out all over Hollywood for decades...

Til he was no longer relevant. At which point, he became a sacrifice for the #metoo movement.

Off with his nut.

We could spend another blog unpacking the racial implications there but ill save that for another day. Suffice to say, i agree with the way Dave Chappelle put it... to rephrase "WHATEVER the most popular black man in Hollywood has gotten caught doing. 12 average white guys are DOING worse."

Now, what about those "not-so-average" white guys at the top of the food chain?

They all had signs in their dead eyes, staring blankly at the world like a predator. They left an adoring public and hundreds of thousands of fans in denial about the dark shit behind their eyes, as they would stare at the world through emotionless hues.

Finally NOW, THEY SUFFER for their lack of vision.

How long before the Moron5 supporting Levine realize he's the same brand of predator and make him suffer? Im eager to watch the fall.

Goddamn cancel culture is infuriatingly inconsistent. The hot ones almost always get away With it. They prey on a shallow surface level culture as empty vapids suckle its wiles like piglets on teats.

Adam is an infectious pervasive masochistic sickness of toxic masculinity wrapped up in shallow trappings of glitz and glamour. His brand of sickness deserves a short stop and sudden drop from our cancel culture, dont ya think?

#maroon5

#animals

#toxicmasculinity

#doublestandards

#rkelly

#psychotics

#sickbastards

#realfeministsdontfallforslickabs

#metoo

#realshit

#mythoughts

#adamlevine

#maroon5

#goldenshowers

#davechappelle

#louisck

#billcosby

#puddinpop

[ericspinkhair]

guys my age don’t know how to love me good

pairing: dom!juyeon x noona!reader

synopsis: lee juyeon is the only guy who makes sex worth it

word count: 3.1k

warnings: noona kink, mentions of toxic and abusive sex, deep throating, no mentions of protection (wrap it before you tap it), inexperienced/unsure reader

a/n: this is for @rolezeure + anon

requests are open!!

masterlist + requests

'y/n, I swear to god if you won't come to this party with me I will actually never talk to you ever again. you know what this is?' your best friend siyeon dramatically held up a pair of scissors. 'scissors, to cut our friendship.'

'but what am I supposed to even do there?' you scoffed. parties were stupid 'I don't know how to talk to people.'

'you don't need to talk, dumbass. you get drunk, grind on some hot dude and get laid.' siyeon rolled her eyes as she was so done with you.

'as if that is supposed to convince me to go. sex is completely overraded, my dude. it just hurts and the guys don't even care. as long as they get off on you it's fine.' you had not have had any positive experiences with sex. it usually hurt, the guys were rough and didn't really care if you were crying. there wasn't any pleasure you associated with it.

'that's cause you've been with only toxic men. but please, come with me! it's way too awkward to go alone and I need a hype woman. Sangyeon will be there. I cannot miss the opportunity to get with mr. dilf. have you seen him? he is sooo hot, y/n. I might never have another opportunity like this. and I need a lot of alcohol in my system first before I can initiate something,' she whined. she gave you the best puppy eyes she could to make you give in.

you knew your friend had been eyeing sangyeon for weeks. siyeon had tripped the first time she saw him and had to wipe away the drool from her chin. she then memorized his schedule and you would always have to watch him from afar. however, she could not utter a single comprehensible sentence without alcohol if she was nervous but when she was drunk she was the most sociable and flirty person and always got with whom she wanted.

sangyeon was usually never to be found at parties but this particular one was for his friend's birthday so siyeon knew he would show up. who knows if she would ever see him again, after all, he had just graduated from college and would be leaving campus. this was her last opportunity. you sighed.

'fine,' you finally gave in. she squealed and hugged you so tightly that you had trouble breathing.

'omg, I love you so much, y/n! you're a lifesaver. I owe you big big time.'

'you certainly do.'

you tried to convince yourself that maybe a party was just what you needed. finals were finally over and you were on your well deserved break before you started your last year of college.

a week later, the two of you took a cab to the party location. you arrived at a huge mansion that must have cost a huge ton of money. it felt like thousands of people were there, getting drunk and going skinny dipping in the gigantic pool. you recognized some of the people. you didn't really know them but you often saw them walk around on campus.

when you entered the house some dudes whistled at you. ew. you definitely had to get a drink to be able to stand all these gross men lurking around here. at least you had your pepper spray with you. better safe than sorry.

siyeon and you found the bar and immediately downed a couple of shots. the alcohol burned in your throat as you drank one after the other. your friend needed the effects alcohol brings with it quickly.

'have you found him already?' you scream over the music at siyeon.

'no, he's nowhere to be seen… maybe he's not here at all' she was pouting.

I grabbed her by the arm. 'come on. let's go search for him somewhere else. hmm, maybe he's outside?' you dragged her through the mass of people. she was gonna get laid tonight, you were gonna make sure of it.

the backyard was just as crowded but at least you got some fresh air. a lot of people were grinding on each and making out in the pool and hot tub.

'oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. he's there!' siyeon whisper shouted at you.

'where?' you couldn't find him in the crowd.

'over there next to the huge ass plant. he's standing next to jacob.' ah, you saw him. him and jacob were engaged in a deep conversation and occasionally sipped on their drinks.

siyeon just grabbed a drink out of a passing person's hand, ignore the complains and drank it all in one go.

'I need more.' so you went to get more alcohol before you could convince her that now was the time.

'how do I look? is my makeup smudged? do I look enough like 'daddy, I've been a good girl. pls choke me?' she kept on trying to flatten her hair hastily.

'you look absolutely gorgeous, girl. go get him, tiger.' she did look stunning. the red lipstick matched with her bold red dress. it was short and showed a lot of cleavage. her beautiful curves were perfectly highlighted and if sangyeon didn't drool over her then you would seriously have to buy him new eyes.

you high-fived each other and then she went to go on her mission.

you watched how he scanned her up and down, taking in her beauty, when she approached him and then smiled brightly. she touched his muscular arms as he said something that made her laugh. he seemed to be enjoying her company jacob, who had understood what was going on, had joined his other friends kevin and eric on the dance floor inside.

'who are we spying on?' someone whispered in your ear, making you jump and almost spill your drink. rude.

'oh, seeing if my best friend's gonna get laid tonight like she'd hoped to. seems positive so far.' the guy who had come up to you nodded interested. you had no idea who he was but you didn't exactly mind his company. he was a handsome fellow, with a face sculpted by the gods. his dark blue hair made him stand out even more.

'so what are you gonna do if she leaves with him? are you just going to leave?' he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. 'probably. she's the only reason I came to this god awful party.'

'oh, you don't like it?' he raised his eyebrows.

'no, it's too full, it's too loud and I'm bored. who even is this guy who threw this party. I actually have no idea who he is,' you complained about everything. he seemed to become more amused as you went on.

'then allow me to introduce myself. hey, my name is juyeon.' he held out his hand.

'what does that have to do with- oh my god this is YOUR party!' you realized in shock. your face was burning with embarrassment. but he didn't seem to mind at all and just laughed light heartedly.

'yeah, I'm sorry you don't like it. if you like I could take you somewhere quieter with less people.' oh dude, he was flirting. why? you did look hot as fuck in your short black dress but you had literally just insulted his party.

'I'm sorry I'm not really up for sex or whatever it is you're offering.' you scratched your neck awkwardly. you wouldn't mind if he visited you in your dreams sometimes tho to have a good time.

'that's too bad. I was hoping I could make you feel good.' he brushed a finger over your cheek.

'I doubt you could. no one ever has.' he snorted at that.

'how old even are you?' you asked him.

'19, you don't have to worry. I'm a legal adult. you?' 'almost 21.'

'ooh, that's fun! are you sure you don't want to spend some private time with me, noona?' that was fucking unfair. he was using this noona thing to get you to give in. he knew exactly what he was doing and you could feel yourself getting aroused.

'I just don't think sex is right for me. it just hurts and doesn't do anything to make me feel good,' you explained to him.

'seems like you've only been with douchebags. I have a 100% rate of making women come. you should try and see for yourself, noona.' his lustful gaze stared deep into your soul, making your legs wobbly.

it seemed so tempting. he was super hot and couldn't help but notice the outline of his abs on his shirt. the alcohol was also encouraging you to make some bad decisions and step out of your comfort zone. this man somehow made you super horny with his toned body and god like face, whether you liked it or not. you caught yourself seriously considering going with him.

'here's a proposal. I give you head and if you're not satisfied with my services we can just stop there.' he leaned down and whispered in my ear. 'I would love to hear you scream my name, noona.'

his offer actually didn't sound too bad. juyeon might just be more skilled than the rest of the men you had slept with, who knew. you didn't have anything better to do anyways so you might as well see if he can make you feel good.

'where do we go?' you finally asked after staying silent to keep a suspenseful silence. his eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand. he led you back inside, up the stairs and into the room on the far right.

you could see posters of football player, trophies and pictures. this was obviously his room.

you didn't have much time to look around as he locked the door and kissed you

you were surprised by just how not slimy it was. usually, the guys would always try to wet your whole face and you had to wipe your mouth every other second.

but he started off soft and placed his hands on your hips. you put your arms around his neck to get closer to him and deepen the kiss.

his hands started roaming your body and when he squeezed your ass, you let out a moan. juyeon took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your open mouth.

the kissing made you dizzy and you desperately tugged at him to get him closer to you. he picked you up and held you up against the wall. you let your hands wander under his shirt and started tracing his abs while grinding your core against him. you could feel his dick harden with your movements.

juyeon carried you to the bed and slowly let you down so you laid on your back. while he quickly took off his shirt you tried to catch your breath after the intense make out. you didn't have long to admire his muscular upper body before he lifted the dress so you were only there in your underwear.

he startes placing open mouth kiss from your collar bones, to your boobs, to your stomach until he reached the hem of your panties. he made sure to keep eye contact as he put the fabric between his teeth and slowly pulled them down like this. you felt cold air hitting your core.

'so pretty, noona,' he admired your clearly dripping pussy. he dragged one finger over your lips to see just how wet you were.

'I haven't even touched you yet but you are already so wet for me. I told you I'd make you feel good. I'll show you just how much, noona.' and with that he dove right in between your lips to prove his point. the feeling of his tongue fucking you was unfamiliar. no guy had ever even cared to get you wet and pleasure you before actually having sex.

Juyeon was desperately devouring your juices as if he hadn't drunk for ages. additionally he started massaging your clit with his thumb, knowing exactly what a woman likes. he had to hold down your hips to keep you stable because you were trying to buck up into his face as it felt so good. every time his nose came into contact with your clit while licking you felt like you were losing control.

involuntary moans were spilling out of your mouth and you could feel juyeon smirking against your core.

suddenly, he slipped a finger inside you and started slowly pumping it in and out of you. it felt a bit uncomfortable at first but you got used to it quite quickly and when he noticed, he slipped a second finger inside. damn, those were some long ass fingers.

your pussy made squelching sounds which you couldn't care less about in the moment as he rapidly fucked you with his long digits. you were pulling at his hair as he took your bud between his teeth, alternating between softly biting and sucking on it.

you suddenly couldn't take it anymore and your orgasm washed over your body like a wave and juyeon slowly continued until you had fully come down from your high.

he sat up straight again. 'I promised I could make you feel good, didn't I? god, you look so hot when you come, noona.' fuck, where did he learn to do all this? maybe he was right after all.

you noticed that his nose was coated in your juices but he didn't seem to care at all. 'do you want to continue?'

'only if you can make me come again,' you challenged him.

he scoffed. 'that's not even a question, noona.'

he quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. the shape of his bulge was clearly visible through his underwear. you reached inside and whipped out his already hard dick. you gulped.

'it's so big,' you whispered afraid. he was bigger than the other guys you had slept with and if they had already hurt you then his cock would probably hurt even worse.

he stroked your hair out of your face. 'don't worry. I've already prepared well so you should be able to take it without a problem. I'll make sure to go slow to not hurt you, okay?' you needed to trust him. it seemed like he actually knew what he was doing.

you gave his dick a couple of strokes to see how he reacted before you wrapped your lips around his leaking tip. seeing juyeon throw his head back gave you the encouragement you desperately needed to go forward.

you took him all the way until you started gagging. this was something you were good at. you started deep throating him and he moaned out your name.

'fuck, noona. you are so good with my cock.' he brushed your hair to the side so you it wouldn't be in the way when you sucked him off.

you noticed that he tried to control himself but couldn't refrain himself from bucking up his hips a few times, making you gag.

he then stopped you. 'I can't come yet. I need to show you how proper sex is done first.'

you laid down on your back and he positioned himself between your legs. he pressed your arms down next to your head and intertwined his fingers with yours.

'are you ready?' you gave him a nod.

'just squeeze my hand if it hurts.'

he slowly pushed his tip inside. you shut your eyes tightly and juyeon stopped to give you time.

'no, no. go all the way in first,' you whined.

his dick filled your walls up to the brim. you tried to calm down your heavy breathing. you squeezed his hands in pain and he held still. juyeon placed a kiss on your mouth.

'you're doing so well, noona.', he praised you. 'just tell me when you feel ready to go.'

it did hurt but not quite as much as the other times. and no one had ever waited for you to actually adjust before beginning to pound into you.

juyeon distracted you with kisses and as you started getting more comfortable you slowly started moving your hips against him. you gave him a slight nod to tell him he could continue.

he still started off with a moderate tempo and you needed more.

'faster!' you urged him and he picked up the pace. the way he snapped his hips made you see stars.

the pain was now completely gone and you were lost in your own pleasure.

when he started  thrusting into you from behind, he hit spots inside you you had never felt before. the new position allowed him to go even deeper and faster than before.

you moaned surprised as he spanked you.

'you like this, noona?' you could only groan out his name to show him how you felt.

the knot in your stomach became tighter and tighter.

'I think I'm coming!' you manage to get out.

'come for me, noona!' with that he went into overdrive and fucked into you like a machine.

your arms gave in as your walls clenched around his huge cock tightly and you came hard while screaming his name.

he rode out your orgasm and then pulled out. he stroke his dick fast and shot his big load on your butt and back.

he lay down next to you exhausted. his fingers wiped away the tears of pleasure you didn't know you had cried.

'did I make you feel good, noona?' 'more than just good,' you admitted satisfied.

'I guess guys my age just don't know how to treat me.' he hummed in agreement.

'that makes no sense. you are absolutely gorgeous. they missed out on the opportunity to see your beautiful face when you come.' this was weird. he was still nice to you even after he already came. what was this?

'thank you for making my birthday wish come true,' he said. 'huh, what do you mean?' you questioned him.

'actually, I've noticed you on campus before but I was always too shy to talk to you.' 'oh really?' you laughed sceptically.

'yeah, I wanted to ask you on a date first but it seems like we skipped a couple of steps.' he was blushing. gosh, he was kind of adorable.

'I mean we could still go on those dates if you'd like, birthday boy.' strangely enough you felt like you could trust him and kind of wanted to get to know juyeon as a person.

'awesome,' he smiled at you before he pecked your lips and went to clean you both up.

you had completely forgotten about siyeon. hopefully, her night had been just as satisfying as yours had been.

#the boyz juyeon smut #the boyz juyeon scenario #the boyz smut #the boyz scenario #lee juyeon smut #lee juyeon scenario #smut #kpop #kpop smut #kpop scenario

[llyncooljones]

it's raining smut - rowaelin month day four.

ao3 || masterlist || rowaelin month '21 masterlist

prompt: libraries or librarians au.

word count: 1104

trigger warnings: language, suggestive shit.

tag list: @live-the-fangirl-life, @rowaelinismyotp

terrasen public library, mid-afternoon.

Aelin’s dry spell is both a point of pride and a point of embarrassment for her.

Understandably so, she would argue. Most wouldn’t agree.

She’s proud because, well, she’s managed to be so horrified by men recently—for the past twenty months, three weeks, and two days—that she can’t even bear the thought of sleeping with a man. What a feminist she is.

A true attribute to the feminist cause.

She’s embarrassed because, well, shouldn’t she attract fewer dickheads, and douchebags, and dudebros and more, say, decent guys who can respect that she is her own person and that he does not have a right to her body solely because she exists near him. Therefore, making it so that she can’t say no to a man.

Shouldn’t she?

In the past twenty months, three weeks, and two days, Aelin has taken to living vicariously through people. It began as condoning Elide and Lorcan to fuck in Elide’s room, it then became allowing Elide and Lysandra to regale her with tales of their very active sex lives.

Next, she was being gifted a card from Fenrys with the message, try pornhub, it works. After that, she bought the best vibrator she could find, but it didn’t do much for her if she couldn’t find anything to get turned on by.

From that moment on, her socials were flooded with book recommendations, and then smutty book recommendations. She’d held off for a while, not really sure if she’d get turned on by fictional characters and words on a page. She had, nearly a year ago now, borrowed a few famously smutty books from a library two towns away.

She didn’t need the rumour flying around her small hometown that she was a whore who liked reading sex scenes for fun and pleasure.

She is, of course, but a rumour is just cruel, and an ego hit that’s far too personal.

She’d become hooked, she was buying books every day and her bookshelves were filling at a rate she couldn’t read at. Then she was branching out, moving to less smutty books, or to darker romances, maybe over to young adult for a while.

The next thing she knew, she only went out for work and groceries and had barely seen anyone except for the fit men on some of her book’s covers.

And now she does have a reputation, as a hermit, because she doesn’t leave the house.

Now, though, she stands in the town’s library, a stack of seven books in her arms. A series of vaguely inter-connected books well known for their smut but terrible pacing and lack of character development.

For such books, with contrasting and rivalling reviews, she prefers to borrow from the library. So, she doesn’t waste fifty pounds on them and then they end up being decorations without cracked spines, dog-eared pages and notes in the margins.

You can tell, with a quick look at her bookshelves, what her favourite books are. Beyond the fact, she’ll have several copies of them, special editions, and merchandise for them. You can tell because the spines are cracked and discoloured; the pages stained with tears marks, tea stains, food dollops and a million more things; the corners dog-eared and curled inwards from abuse; notes and annotations and highlighting and tabs decorate every single page of the book.

As she peers around her stack of books, the covers pretty much the least discreet she’s ever seen (strike one, what about the people who don’t want to walk around and have it obvious they’re reading the smuttiest of smut, huh?) she hopes she doesn’t bump into anyone on her way to the cash desk.

She also hopes that the usual girl is on check-out duty, a similarly aged girl to Aelin, who shares her love of enemies to lovers, scorching smut and really fucking hot men.

Her foot meets the edge of the desk, and with quite an amount of effort, she manages to put the tower of books down in go, without any falling off. “Sellene, how have been? I feel like I hav—”

Whilst the silver hair is the same, as are the bright green eyes and slightly tanned skin, the gender most certainly isn’t.

“You’re not Sellene.” She mumbles to him, loving the way his eyes have lit up in her presence.

“Am I not? I could have sworn I began the day with not only a vagina but also a raging attitude problem.” He deadpans, his lips not even quirking as he speaks, his eyes taking in the cover of the book he took from the top of the pile. “Throb, huh. Sellene would certainly approve, she loves this series. Says the smut is top tier, I’ve been meaning to read it, ever since she got it for this place. Never got ‘round to it.”

He pulls the barcode scanner from its holder on the desk, not even blinking at the whips and chains and naked couple on the front cover, the 'o’ in throb being her mouth with his thumb in it.

The beep of it being scanned fills the air between them. He pulls the next one down, “Thrust. Unimaginative but if it works for the author, it works for the author, I guess. I can see why my cousin likes this series, she’s got a massive thing for guys with dark eyes, dark hair and thigh tattoos.”

In utter shock and awe of this man, Aelin musters the energy to answer, “Cousin?”

“Yeah, I’m Rowan. Whitehorn. As in, Sellene Whitehorn. Who works here every day and has a thing for dark eyes, dark hair and thi—”

“—Yeah, I heard what you said I just didn’t know she wouldn’t be in today.” Cousin, it makes sense.

“Mhm, she’s away with her husband on some second honeymoon shit, said something about these books being an inspiration, at which point I thought I’d tune out, and remember to read them if the smut was that good.”

“How about the books being an inspiration for how you and I fuck.” It slipped out; it shouldn’t have.

Oh, shit.

“Guess I’ve got to read them now, haven’t I? In preparation for the fucking, you and I will share.” When Aelin’s mouth opens in protest, he holds up a hand and makes a waving motion with his fingers, “Don’t worry. First comes the picking up, then comes dinner. And only after dinner do we get dessert. I’ve enough romance to know how to dazzle you, and enough to grovel when my ultimate fuck-up appears in our narrative.”

Oh, shit.

#rowaelin month #rowaelin #tog #throne of glass #tog fic #my fic #my writing #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #llyncooljones' writing

[just-my-fandom]

Rocky Road P7 (JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader)

Part 7

Summary; Barry pulls a gun on the group of six. JJs actions cause a fight in the group and a strain on his relationship. JJ doesn’t believe he’s good enough for the reader with the past his father created on his name.

Warning(s); Guns, alcohol, couple fighting, break up, mentions of abuse. Another part added on at the end that is not shown in the show.

A/N; I am LOVING how this story is turning out and the attention it’s getting. Three chapters posted in two days!!! I’m on a roll and I’m loving it!!

Taglist; @bibliophilewednesday @sexualparkour @jjpouggues @poguestyle17

“Seriously? Cops?”

“Please tell me you didn’t bring the gun,” Kiara pleas, JJ glaring up from the backpack he held,

“Of course I didn’t bring the fucking gun, Y/N told me to leave it back at the Chateau,”

“And I’m glad I did,” You hiss, watching suddenly as a gun is pointed at John B, your eyes widening at the masked man,

“Get out of the car,” He- Barry- snarls, jabbing the gun forward before motioning to you and your friends in the back seat, “Every fucking one of you, get out of the fucking car!”

With quick, feared nods, everyone clambers out of the van, Barry’s eyes lingering long enough on you to cause JJ to protectively move in front of you, jaw clenched when Barry jabs the gun into his face,

“On the ground!” Barry demands, “On your goddamn hands and knees! Down!”

You miss the way JJs hands grasps at your wrist as you and the five others drop into the dirt and grass. Barry ducks into the van, your heart in your ears in fear as John B slowly snuck to the cop car Barry came in.

“John,” You whisper yell, panicked as John B held his finger to his lips, “John B, get the hell back over here,”

You force yourself to hold your breath as Barry departs back to his car with the gold. and with swift motions, John B has hit Barry upside the head, JJ and Pope have jumped up, and Barry now laid against the car with a busted nose.

“I know this piece of shit!” JJ shouts, when John B pulls down Barry’s mask, “He’s a base head!”

“Probably knows my brother,” Sarah heaves, JJ muttering about how Barry sold coke to his father.

“Look, I couldn’t hurt any single one of y’all!” Barry snips, narrowing his eyes at you where you stood between John B and JJ.

Quickly, JJ lunges Barry’s gun into Barry’s face so the man fell unconscious, your hand grabbing at the front of JJs shirt to pull him away as John B took the gun,

“Baby!” You soothe, JJs now dark blue eyes moving away from Barry, to you, “Calm down,”

“Did you not see the looks he’s giving you?” JJ hisses, leaning down with his finger jabbed at the man on the floor, “I’m not going to just let him!”

“But I’m okay,” You raise your hands to his face, feeling JJ exhale against your touch and his shoulders drop, “He didn’t hurt me,”

JJ pulls his head back and looks down at Barry’s license in his hand. When did he get that? “We have one more stop to go,” He mutters, moving back to the van as your brows pinch, “Let’s go see where this son of a bitch lives,”

“Welcome to Crackhead Wasteland,”

“I don’t know about this man,” Pope peers out the window to the van, to the home of Barry.

“Dude, why are we at Barry’s?” John B grumbles, JJ climbing out of the drivers seat,

“This’ll only take a second,”

“Jesus Christ,” You push up from the floor of the van, moving after your blonde boyfriend, “JJ, think about what you’re doing,”

“I’ve already thought it through, baby,” JJ turns to walk backwards so he could face you, “Yo soy justicia,”

“I didn’t understand a single bit of that,” You cross your arms, watching as he began to rummage through cabinets, glancing over your shoulder when John B steps in after,

“Yeah, so what’s your plan, slick?”

“Well,” JJ hums, “As thou hath stealth from us, we shall stealeth from ye,”

“JJ, this isn’t right, and you know it,” You call, John B moving past you to grab at JJs shirt,

“Yeah, that’s great, JJ. But what happens after you rob a drug dealer, huh? He knows who we are!”

“I’m not scared of this guy,” JJ scoffs, and you clench your jaw as he moves to the back room- Barry’s room, calling out,

“There we go!”

“JJ Maybank!” You scold, watching him dump a bag of cash onto Barry’s bed. Taking his wrist, you- with all your strength- turn JJ to face you, “I’m not going to let you make a decision you’ll regret. You already got arrested this past week! I can’t-,” You pause, inhaling, “I can’t watch you get put back in that cop car,”

“Baby, nothings going to happen to me,” JJ pats your cheek, and you raise your blurry eyes to the roof in defeat as he turns back to count the money.

“Alright, look at me,” John B demands, grabbing JJs shoulders, “If you keep going down this road, you’re gonna end up just like your dad-,”

JJ is quick to shove John B into the wall next to him, your lips parted to call out to both males, “You watch your mouth, man. Aren’t you tired of being messed with?”

“That’s not the point, JJ,”

“Cause I am,” With a final pat, JJ releases John B to step out of the house. Your eyes meet John Bs, fluttering shut before you quickly follow after the blonde.

“All right, so we’re looking at five grand each for reparations for putting us through that bullshit,”

“So that’s what we’re doing now? We’re robbing drug dealers?” Kiara asks, looking at you, “Why are you letting him do this?”

“If you think I’m just allowing this, your head is too far up your ass,” You move around John B, “JJ, if you know what’s good for you-,” You quickly pull the bag of money, JJ turning with just as tight of a grip so you were both holding it, “Fucking listen to me,”

“I’m listening,” JJ raises his eyebrows, eyes flicking between yours as your brows furrow,

“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” You breathe, JJ rolling his eyes before you tug the bag so he looked at you again, “I’m just trying to keep you out of trouble-,”

“And I’m trying to protect you!” JJ hisses, your eyes squinting, “I’m not going to let some douchebag look at you, or point a fucking gun at you,” JJ tugs the bag from your grasp, “I’m not putting it back,”

“JJ, if you don’t put that money back, we’re done,” You heave, dryly, watching JJ pause and stare at you, “I’m serious, J. I love you, but I’m not going to watch you pull yourself down when I’m trying to bring you up,”

“Fine,” JJ murmurs, shifting the bag onto his shoulder before he turns, beginning to walk down the driveway, “Guess we’re done,”

Your lips part to suck in a deep breath, eyes tearing up so JJs figure blurred, raising your hands to cover your face. “Goddamn it,”

“Look, he’ll come around, okay?” You let your puffy eyes look up at John B across the table, “He’s doing a JJ thing,”

“Think he’ll go home?”

“There’s a zero percent chance that he did,” You shift in your seat, inhaling a deep breath, “What if that was it?” At the strain in your voice, John B looks up at you and frowns, “What if we’re really broken up?”

“JJ loves you,” Pope states, “Way too much to let you go that easily. Just… hopefully he’ll be back in his right mind by tomorrow night,”

“JJ?”

You don’t know whether to be glad that he’s alive, or angry of the fact that he’s currently sitting in a hot tub with a glass of alcohol.

Both. Definitely both.

“What the hell did you do?” Pope asks, roughly, JJ sliding his sunglasses down his nose that makes you question why he even has them on at ten o’clock at night.

“I got a jet going straight in my butt right now,” JJ giggles, and you can visibly tell he’s already overly tipsy, “Y’all should get in, you hear me?”

“How much did this cost?” Pope asks, JJ humming behind his glass of alcohol,

“Well,” JJ slurs, “With the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery, pretty much all of it, yeah,”

“All of it?” You breathe, JJ nodding and finally looking at you, “You spent all of it in one day? JJ!”

“Yeah! So what? I mean- come on, you only live once, baby!” JJ watches you flinch at the nickname, “Oh. That’s right. You broke it off with me because I was trying to get payback,”

“I was doing it for the good of us,” You exhale, JJ raising his arms from the water,

“Look where it got me!” JJ stands up, your gasp audible when your eyes land on the bruises and cuts littered across his chest and stomach, “I’m sorry I didn’t help some charity, or pay off the restitution! I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you, Y/N. I’m sorry I’m not what you wanted!”

“JJ-,” Pope and Kie watch as you force your flats off your feet, moving to the edge of the hot tub before climbing in. Your clothes stick to your skin as soon as you pull JJ against you, his arms instantly wrapping around your back to pull you tighter to his bare chest, exhaling a breathy sob that clutches your heart strings,

“Baby, you are what I want,” You rush, whispering against his ear as your fingers rake through his damp hair, “You are everything I want. You are good for me, good to me,”

You lean back, hands caressing his face so your eyes met his teary blues, “I love you so, so much. I hate seeing you in pain, I never want to be the cause of that pain. I want to take away that pain, baby,”

JJ coughs out another sob, forehead dropping against yours as your thumbs smooth across his cheekbones, drawing his lips to press against your own.

“I’m sorry,” JJ repeats, twice, dropping his head onto your shoulder as he finally began to break down, “I can’t take him anymore! I can’t- he says things about you and how I’m only going to drag you down, and I can’t help but believe him!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, tightening your arms around his neck before you feel Kie and Pope move in after you, enveloping you both in a large embrace.

“He okay?”

You look away from the trees above you. Like the night prior, you and JJ lay in the same hammock, only JJs grip is tighter- reassuring himself that you really are there.

“He’s calm,” You correct, voice breathy as Kiara moves to the hammock beside you.

She watches as JJs face in tucked against your neck, lips parted with soft breaths as he slept. Your fingers took turns carding through his hair, and stroking the side of his face.

“Did you know he was going through that?” Kie asks, quietly, “With his dad?”

Although you nod, you let your eyes flutter shut as JJs arms tighten subconsciously around your waist, “I didn’t think it was this bad,” You whisper, “He never tells me these kind of things,”

“Well maybe he will, now,” Kie smiles, weakly, where you nod enough to not wake the blonde, “You going to be okay here with him tonight?”

Another nod, and Kie nods back, standing up with a small wave and a silent goodnight. Tilting your head, you let your lips settle against JJs warm forehead, resting your head against his as your eyes begin to get heavy with sleep.

#jj maybank drabble #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader smut #jj maybank x reader #john b routeledge #pope heyward #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #Barry

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Unfaithful | Part Five

Series Summary: After dreaming of your perfect wedding since you were a little girl the big day is almost here. But after meeting the priest you start to question your relationship.

Pairing: Hot Priest x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2005

Warnings: angst, lots of angst, drunk priest, bad friend 

A/N: Please be warned there will be some themes of toxic/abusive relationship in this series. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part Four | Masterlist

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I can’t sleep. 

Half excited for my hen party, and half nervous for the talk I know I need to have with the priest. 

I spend hours lying awake imagining how the conversation will go, all the possible outcomes. I must of drifted off some time in the early hours because I'm awakened at 9am by a text from Daniel: 

‘You looked so peaceful when I left for work I didn’t want to disturb you. But I just realised that since I’m going straight out with the boys for my stag do later, the next time we see each other I’ll be in my suit and you’ll be in your dress walking down the aisle to me. I can’t wait. Enjoy the fundraiser and have and wonderful hen party tonight. I love you Mrs Davison xxx’

The text makes me smile, until I read the last sentence. ‘Mrs Davison’ send a panic rushing through me. This suddenly all feels very real. I’m getting married tomorrow. I take a deep breath. It’s fine. I'm fine. This is just pre-wedding nerves. Completely normal. 

I take another deep breath and get out of bed. 

— — — — 

“Ah Y/N! You’re here” Pam greets me at the church doors and swiftly ushers me around the side of the building towards the church garden where the fundraiser has already started “We’ve got an emergency” 

“What do you mean?” I reply as she leads me through crowds of people till we reach a table lined with various numbered prizes. 

“Ruth was supposed to be running the raffle but she’s just called to say she can’t make it, ate something bad she thinks and now she can’t stop throwing up.” 

I grimace slightly at the story but mostly I’m just wondering what any of this has to do with me…

“So if you wouldn’t mind taking over and running it for us that would be wonderful. Tickets are a pound each. Thank you!” 

Before I can say anything she’s gone, rushing off to check the youth band are ready for their performance. I stand bewildered for a moment, looking around at the crowds until I spot the priest who is currently admiring cupcakes at the bakery stand and laughing about something. Suddenly he turns and locks eyes with me. His face drops, he stares at me like a deer in headlights. I give him a small smile, which he doesn’t return. My heart hurts. 

“Excuse me, how much is a ticket?” Someone asks, forcing me to turn my attention away

“One pound” 

“Can I get five please” 

By the time I complete the transaction and look back to the bakery stand the priest is gone. I scan the crowd again, but there’s no sign of him. 

An hour later I still don't know where he is. What I do know is I really need the loo. I ask the person on the stall next to me to watch the table while I head inside in search of the toilets, but when I enter the building I bump into someone. 

It’s him. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks

“Just trying to find the ladies room” 

“I mean here, at this stupid event”

“Pam didn’t really give me a choice” I explain and he just looks irritated “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I wasn’t welcome”

“I just wasn’t expecting to see you here today”

“Well here I am” I say dryly and there’s an awkward silence. I take a deep breath before I speak again “I actually wanted to talk to you… about what happened-”

“Nothing happened. We agreed”

“But it did happen, Father, we need to talk about it”

“Oh, fuck you calling me Father like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it”

My mouth drops open, dumbfounded by his comment. I shake my head slightly as I try and think of something to say.

“I know what you’ve been doing” he continues

“Please, enlighten me because I have no idea what you're talking about!”

“Playing the sweet, innocent girl. Making me like you, fall for you. Making me think that you needed saving from the douchebag boyfriend… Was any of it real? Was anything you said actually true?” 

“I never lied to you” I almost whisper as he gets really close to my face, moving my hair off my cheek to study what’s left of the burn scars.

“Did he ever really hurt you? Or did you just make that up so I’d feel sorry for you”

“Fuck you!” I say through gritted teeth as I start to walk away, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I stop and look back at him “You’re the one who told me you loved me, remember? That was you! If you regret it, that’s fine. There’s no need to be such a dick about it” 

I turn and leave again, his final words repeating through my head as I walk away. 

As I walk home I can’t stop the tears from coming as I replay the conversation in my head over and over again. Why is he being like this? How can he be so loving to me one day and so nasty a few days later? What changed?

I get home and go straight to bed. I wrap myself up in the duvet and try to push everything out of my mind so I can get in a quick nap before I have to get ready for my hen party. The last thing I feel like doing right now is going out celebrating, but I know there’s no way I could cancel.

Thank God there’s going to be alcohol there. 

— — — — 

“Bride’s turn! Truth or Dare?”

“Truth” I say happily, finishing off my third glass of wine. 

“Okay… if you could have a free pass and choose any celebrity, who would you sleep with?”

The girls start whooping and laughing, but before I can even answer Tiffany cuts in.

“She won’t answer that, she’s far too vanilla”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, slightly offended by her tone.

“Don't start Tiff” Eva rolls her eyes

“I’m not starting anything, I’m just telling the truth. She’s only ever had one boyfriend and she’s marrying him tomorrow. She lost her virginity to him and I bet you anything that they schedule the days in the week when they’ll go to bed and have boring missionary sex. Vanilla! She’s never even kissed another guy…”

Maybe it’s the alcohol in my system or the way she’s talking about me like I’m not here, but I can feel myself getting more and more irritated.

“Actually I have!” I speak up and she laughs.

“A kiss from your dad doesn’t count”

The room falls silent as everyone stops to watch my reaction. I can see from Tiffany’s face she instantly regrets her words. She knows how much I miss my dad, but it’s too late to take it back now.  

“Well done Tiff” I hear Eva say as I walk away from the group. I head outside and take a deep breath of the fresh air. Looking up at the stars I find myself thinking of my parents and wishing they were here. 

“I’m sorry” Tiffany’s voice makes me jump, I hadn’t realised she’d followed me outside and was now leaning against the wall next to me “that was a low blow, I shouldn’t have said that”

“It doesn’t matter” I mutter quietly 

“It does! I should have thought about what I was saying… I just forgot”

“I forget too. So often I pick up my phone to call him and realise he won’t be on the other end. I would give anything for them to be here right now”

“I know, come here” she pulls me in for a hug, squeezing me tightly before leaning away to look me in the face “I’m sorry I called you vanilla”

“Maybe I am. You were right, I’ve only ever been with Daniel. Until this week he was the only man I’d ever kissed!”

“This week?” She pulls away completely and my heart drops as I realise what I’ve just said “You kissed someone? Who?”

“No I- I didn’t mean to say that” 

“Its okay, you can tell me. We have been friends forever haven’t we?”

“I guess… but you can’t tell the others!”

“I won’t”

“Promise me Tiff!”

“I promise!”

I take a breath. 

“I kissed the priest” 

“What priest?” She replies blankly.

“THE Priest! The one who’s doing the wedding tomorrow!”

She stares at me blankly for a moment as she processes what I’ve just told her. I can almost see the cogs turning in her brain and suddenly the penny drops.

“OH MY GOD!”

“I know”

“Y/N!” 

“I know!”

“Does Daniel know?”

“Of course not”

“You have to tell him!”

“Are you insane?! He’d go mad!”

“He deserves to know that his so called fiancé has been cheating on him”

“I haven’t been cheating on him, it was just one stupid drunken kiss”

“If it was ‘just a kiss’ why haven’t you told him?”  

“Because-” I think about telling her the truth. That if I told him he’d get angry and most likely hurt me. But I don’t. “I just can’t”

“If you don’t, I will” 

“No, Tiff please you can’t”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t go there now and tell him” she says and stares at me as I silently stare back at her. When she begins to walk away I panic.

“Because he hurts me!” I finally admit, and she looks back at me confused “That’s why I’ve been too scared to tell him”

“No” she shakes her head “No he wouldn’t, he swore he’d never be like his dad”

“And he’s not. He’s not as bad as his father was, he just gets angry and sometimes he takes it out on me.” I explain but she’s still shaking her head in disbelief “a few days ago I had to go to the hospital because he burnt me” I pull the collar of my dress down to expose the burn scars on my neck “this is what’s left of him throwing boiling hot coffee in my face”

She looks from my neck to my face, sadness in her eyes as she processes everything. After a few moments she finally speaks. 

“I won’t tell him” 

“Thank you!” I breathe a sigh of relief 

“But I also won’t be at the wedding tomorrow” 

“Tiff, you're my maid of honour! My best friend! I need you”

“I can’t pretend to be happy for you, pretend that I agree with this marriage. I’m sorry”

“Tiff! Tiffany!” I call after her but she continues to walk away, hailing a passing taxi and disappearing into the night. 

“Y/N? What happened? Where’s Tiff?” Eva asks, poking her head out the door and looking around. 

“She’s gone” I say simply, turning to look at her “Guess I need a new maid of honour” 

— — — — 

The following morning goes by in a blur. The girls, minus Tiffany, stayed at my house over night while Daniel stayed at his mate’s house. I was awakened by the sounds of the girls running upstairs, screaming excitedly that “today is the day” as they jumped into my bed. 

Once they’d calmed down we had all gone downstairs for a light breakfast before the girls began getting ready. Maybe it’s the constant sound of laughing and chatting, or maybe its the slight hangover from the night before but I suddenly feel the need to get out. I excuse myself and head outside to get some air, taking a seat on the front step of my house. I take a few deep breaths and allow my head to drop into my hands, my elbows propped up on my knees. A few seconds later I hear footsteps up the driveway and look up to see the priest. 

“Hi” I say, unable to hide the confusion in my voice. 

“can we talk?” 

Final Chapter

#fleabag #fleabag fanfic #fleabag imagine #fleabag fic #Andrew scott #Andrew Scott priest #Andrew Scott x reader #hot priest #fleabag hot priest #hot priest x reader #fleabag x reader #Moriarty #hot priest fic #hot priest fanfic #hot priest imagine

[stellocchia]

God I hate the fact that techno being trapped in prison is the worst thing that's happened to him and all signs point to him destroying the prison. And the shittiest thing is that yeah. The prison isn't fucking good. Him failing in destroying it would not be an actually good or satisfying thing. But at the same time him succeeding is just as fucking bad. Because. Great. Once again, nothing that could possibly keep Technoblade in check.

Like. Can this man ever just take an L? PLEASE?!?!

Like. I don't want him to succeed in breaking dream out and destroying the prison and once again asserting himself as queen bee of the server. Because Ew.

But also. Him failing this? Him destroying lmanberg twice and being a threat to snowchester without any repercussions, doing so easily and succeeding? Two factions that we know are morally grey at worst but generally "in the right" when considering sides?

But then failing to destroy the prison, which is genuinely on the dark grey side of the spectrum? Losing against something that stands for corruption and abuse and the failings, both morally and also just. Physically? Losing against that? Fuck that.

No.

I don't want Technoblade the asshole, the douchebag, the prick, the fucking TOOL. To actually be in the right from a narrative perspective and also be the underdog or whatever.

Like. Both the prison and Technoblade are terrible, and when this conflict happens there has to be a side that's the "good one" from a narrative perspective.

And that'll have to be fucking techno and I guess by extension also fucking dream and quite frankly both of them are fucking awful people.

I don't want them to win. But I also don't want the fucking prison side to win.

Because wtf.

Like. I want someone to kick technos ass.

But I want it to be someone defending something genuinely good.

I wanted it to be lmanberg.

Or at the fucking very least las Nevadas itself.

But no it's about the fucking prison

What is this?!?!

I don't want that pig face to fucking win. I don't want him to once again, destroy what's essentially the limited protection Tommy and everyone else has from dream, only to then ride off into the sunset on his high horse and get home to his cottagecore lifestyle and have a hot cocoa while philza minecraft licks his boots clean.

But if this is actually where he fucking fails then that victory for us is gonna be so incredibly hollow and twisted

I fuckidhnskdhdjdkoshsjsk

PLEASE

CAN WE JUST GO BACK TO LIKE

I DONT EVEN FUCKING KNOW

Actually, I didn't even think of it in those terms up until now but yeah. Honestly, I won't enjoy either outcome if they're framed in absolutes, but one thing they could do to fix that is having the destruction of the prison be framed as a good thing (because it is) but make it clear that Dream being freed very much WASN'T.

And the best way to handle Techno in this situation is to have it be a fucking lose-lose situation. Like, the prison loses by being dismantled, while Techno gets bitten in the ass by freeing Dream and ignoring EVERY. SINGLE. RED FLAG.

Like, have Dream be out, and then it looks like nothing has gone bad for Techno but oh? What's that? Dream immediately kidnapped Philza and is using him as leverage to have Techno be his weapon against Sam and Las Nevadas? (and possibly a helping hand in kidnapping Tommy. Again). Oh who would have thought that he'd do something like that?

Like, don't get me wrong. I don't think they'll go down my preferred route. I WISH they did, but I don't think any of them really know what to do with c!Techno in general, because he's literally not a character, he's just a plot device. But still, until it happens I can have hope...

#ladycatland ask #dream smp #c!techno negativity #c!techno critical #long post

[dayas]

if you’re a rafe stan scroll bc this is not rafe cameron friendly!

IDK HOW I MISSED THIS THE FIRST TIME AROUND BUT:

rafe CANONICALLY hangs around minors (16 year olds) as a whole nineteen year old, sold coke to them (most likely more than once since he said to barry ‘who has my access?’ which means he’s had to have either done this before or considered it), yelled at some old guys about his precious golf ball over his own shot, PHYSICALLY ASSAULTED an unarmed pope WITH A GOLF CLUB and harassed him just because he wouldn’t give up beers THAT WEREN’T EVEN HIS and then proceeded to LAUGH about it and rub it in his face… all in one episode.

He’s also, canonically, A MURDERER. He murdered Peterkin IN COLD BLOOD and didn’t give a shit about her, only protecting Ward. The daddy issues thing is an entire other piece, but that does NOT GIVE SOMEONE AN EXCUSE TO KILL ANOTHER PERSON!!!! SO!!!!!!!!!! It looks like he has MAJOR anger issues as well, which isn’t too bad but he doesn’t do anything to try and control it, which is what’s causing a lot of problems as well. Like he’s just fucking with people to fuck with them but also he doesn’t have??? an off switch for the violence seemingly????

Dare I say it, OBX Nate Jacobs? Nate is also a douchebag to people for fun, has DEFINITE anger issues and a very complicated relationship with his father that’s more negative than not. He’s canonically abusive to Maddie, which is a notable difference, but he’s also a rich asshole, which works with Rafe as well. But people excuse this behavior for both of them because they’re hot white guys/fandom white boys, which is honestly scary since they’re shown portraying such out of pocket behaviors consistently.

i’m just staring at all of this during the rewatch like… WHAT’S NOT CLICKING???? 💀

#drew starkey is pretty indeed but canon rafe is just……… no #like we’re all watching the same show right????????? we’re all seeing this???????????? #as a WOC this dude seems like the type of guy i’d be afraid to meet on the street in broad daylight let alone at night #idk maybe i’m missing something but it’s giving terrifying now that I’m looking closer #anti rafe cameron #s2 can we get this man accountability for his actions and a cold hard jail cell for manslaughter — #i just needed to vent about this cause my dislike for this man runs DEEP and it’s only growing during the rewatch 💀

[sunlightandsuffering]

I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT DIKEODJRKRK LIKE SHES EVEN NICE TO REINER

😂😂😂 bro Its kinda funny tho Eren would lose his fucking mind.

She likes Reiner... fucking Reiner.

She keeps sending him flirtatious glances and cute little winks every time she drops off a scone or a water refill and Eren simultaneously wants to pull his hair out and stick his fork through Reiner's eyeball. And the blonde man sitting across from him knows it. He keeps giving Eren nervous looks and he's grabbed at the collar of his shirt too many times now just to be readjusting it.

Does she not SEE him or something. He doesn't want to be vain but Eren knows regardless of Mikasa's long lost love for him, he's a good-looking guy, he can wheel girls and it's easy. Objectively Reiner is also good-looking, but they're just not the same, Reiner is built like a wall and Eren is a bit more lithe and his face more chiselled. He personally thinks he's a bit better-looking than Reiner but still what the fuck Mikasa?

Well time to turn on the charm, he's usually okay at seducing waitresses, it's been a hot minute though.

Turns out he's not so great at it or maybe Mikasa just hates him he's not entirely sure. At every turn she stonewalls him.

Flirty wink: ignored.

Writing his number down on a napkin and slyly handing it to her: balled up and thrown into the trash. Coincidentally running into her after coming from the bathroom: IGNORED

Flirtatious banter: she takes the opportunity to smile and laugh at Reiner.

He's on the worst losing streak of his life and he doesn't understand.

"Hey, Mikasa is it? That's a really pretty name, does it have any meaning or anything." The line is a last resort and he only does it because he can't think of anything else. He just knows he needs to make some kind of impression on her.

She gives him an unimpressed look, "No, I'm surprised a guy like you said it correctly though, usually everyone gets it wrong." His jaw drops, a guy like him?? A GUY LIKE HIM?? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??

He can't believe the love of his life hates him because he's been stereotyped as a douchebag. How tragic.

He tries to rebound from her epic destruction of his character, "Well I'm sure you haven't met a lot of guys like me I'm a bit different than what you'd expect." She looks at him in disbelief, but hey at least she's not trying to flash Reiner her epic rack through her low-cut shirt anymore. Now she's just irritated. "Guys like you are a dime a dozen. I bet your name is Kyle, you're probably in business school and president of your fraternity. You do stand-up paddle board yoga on the weekend with your dog at your parent's beach house and you flirt with anything that walks because you can. I've got news for you Kyle, not interested."

All of their friends are just kind of staring in horror at the epic takedown they've just witnessed but Eren shrugs it off he can take the verbal abuse, there's just one thing he can't get over.

KYLE?? SHE THOUGHT HIS NAME WAS KYLE?? Why is he being stereotyped like this, why isn't Reiner, he looks like way more of an asshole than he does.

His face downturns and his mood sours, he doesn't even want to flirt with her anymore, she's just being mean now.

Well might as well stick it to her today, give her a memorable story for her friends, he'll come back another time without a man bun and maybe she'll change her tune. "My name is actually Eren. I'm in pre-med, definitely not involved in a fraternity but Reiner over there is," he points at his blonde friend, he needs her to know he's a douche, SHE CAN'T like Reiner more than him.

He leaves a wad of cash on the table with a generous tip for his meal, "I do actually enjoy stand-up paddle boarding but I don't have a dog and on the weekends I usually volunteer at my dad's clinic. I don't usually flirt with a lot of girls, only ones with dark hair and bad attitudes but since you're so obviously not interested Mi-Ka-Sa," he draws out her name as he stands, towering over her a small grin on his face, "I'll take it as my loss for today but I'll be sure to see you next time."

He leaves her with a wink and he doesn't bother to look back as he leaves the restaurant, waving at Levi who is busy cleaning up behind the cafe counter where they sell pastries.

Mikasa feels AWFUL. That's the meanest she'd ever been in her life but in her defence she's having an awful day and she'd thought the blonde guy, Reiner was cute. He's just her type, blond, tall and with pretty eyes. Of course she'd noticed that the other boy was equally attractive if not more so but she'd written him off as an asshole almost immediately. So to say she's shocked by his response to her is a bit of an understatement. She's a terrible human being and she almost considers running after him, but she still needs to help his friends pay their bill. She gives the debit machine a mournful look as her guilt kicks in. She'd taken all of the stress of her day out on him, it wasn't his fault her car had broke down this morning and that almost every consecutive customer she'd had today had been a dick in one way or another.

She's about to awkwardly ask who wants to pay their bill next when a curly haired girl pipes up from her spot in the corner of the booth. "Hey I know you have absolutely no reason too, but can you do us a favour and run after him. I can almost guarantee it'll be the best decision of your life."

Everyone else around the table is nodding seriously and she doesn't understand at all but well if they all agree, who is she to say no. She leaves the debit machine and speed-walks out of the restaurant, picking up to a quick jog when she spots him well into the parking lot and almost to a silver car.

"Hey!" She yells but he doesn't hear her, he's fiddling around on his phone. She breaks into a sprint just to catch up and she curses how wide their parking lot is.

"Hey you! Eren!" She yells again when she gets close enough and he finally stops, turning to look at her. She stops in front of him, wheezing a bit to catch her breath, god she's out of shape these days.

"What can I do for you Mikasa?" He asks, as if she didn't just insult him.

"Give me-" She wheezes again, "a minute." "Got it." He says and she takes a few more deep breaths before she finally speaks. "I'm really sorry about everything that just happened, I um-I've been having a bad day and I took it out on you. I didn't mean it, I was just being a dick."

She looks up to observe his reaction, preparing to be reamed out for her rudeness but he just grins, green eyes twinkling. "What time are you off?"

"Ugh-six?"

"Good. I'll pick you up at six."

He turns and starts walking towards his car again.

She is dumbfounded. What the hell is she supposed to do, did he just ask her out. "Wait are you asking me out, like on a date." "Do you want it to be a date Mikasa?" "Yes?" "Then it's a date." He gives her one last wink and she's left staring after him unsure how to deal with the entire interaction. Apparently now she has a date.

#why did i write a whole fanfic #I AM BUSY WITH MY A/B/O FIC #I need to stop! #eremika #why is eren so smooth tho for real?? #lys's drabbles