#seriously buddy this is really fucked up to send to people

[drdemonprince]

I've experienced suicidal ideation since I was about 8 years old and got very close to attempting I think 3 times? I'm overall doing pretty well right now and it's been a few years since I seriously considered attempting, but I don't expect the thoughts to ever completely go away. I've got a lot of opinions as to what people can do to help, here are a few thoughts:

1. Just fucking *be there.* The biggest harm reduction tool I use is to just avoid being alone when I feel shit getting bad. Just offering to be around can go such a long way. If you're worried about a friend, ask to do homework together, start watching a show together, ask to come over after work and make dinner together. They may or may not be up to saying yes, but at least they know they have that option if they want it.

2. Relatedly, you can do small things to help them take care of themself. Showering and cleaning and eating vegetables all make me feel better but can also be incredibly daunting. Having a buddy helps. You can bring your friend some good leftovers (that they don't *have* to eat, maybe you just made too much), offer to help them fold laundry or pick up their room together while you chat, or call them before you plan to shower yourself to remind them to shower, too.

3. Send low-pressure reminders that you're thinking of them. Getting a "Hey, how are you doing?" text when I'm really in the thick of it? Awful. Way too much pressure to respond. Getting a "I made a new playlist if u wanna listen"? Huge! Just sending a meme or texting something about a show you both like is a great way to remind a friend you're thinking of them without making it all intense.

4. Don't make a big deal out of someone self harming, and never fucking shame them for it. When I self harm it's a way to divert my overwhelming negative feelings into something that isn't killing myself. It's a coping mechanism, and has genuinely saved my life. You will not get someone to stop self harming by expressing your worry or disapproval. If they want to talk about it, hear them out. Otherwise, it's not your fucking business.

Thank you Devon for opening up this discussion. I hope my experiences can be of some help, and I can't wait to read your piece on this.

This is amazing, thank you so much ♥️

[transfaabulous]

It doesn't matter. You could rip a child in half straight in front of any yank, tell them biden did it and they would instantly believe you. Yanks do not understand what is happening at any time.

@spacelazarwolf I don't know what fungus this is but it's spreading :-(

#djdjdjdjdjddkdkdkddk BUDDY #yank anon #mes asks #rude anons #rude people #anon hate #child death mention #child murder mention #gore text #seriously buddy this is really fucked up to send to people #you know that right? #it's unconscionable to bring up ripping a baby in half to some random stranger #that's a distressing visual #you're lucky i don't care personally

[sewerfight]

when I was around twelve I used to sit at the family computer and send hatemail to a white french dude named Jacques who was a self proclaimed communist on Tumblr. This was back in the day when you didn't need a blog to send anon hate. I had no real beef with him but I just didn't like his tone. used to send him "SHUT UP Jacques" periodically. and he'd answer every single one of my asks like "who is this?? show your face or I'll fucking kill you" and I'd be like "now now, that doesn't make sense, jacques" all haughty and he'd get so fucking mad at me. One time he posted a selfie and I sent him an ask claiming I was a psychologist and that his hair parting suggested that he wasn't a communist at all. and he took it deliriously serious and went off on a 2,000 word rant. I can remember going to stay at my grandparents over that weekend, so I didn't even respond to the rant until I came back. I could've chosen to end it there, but when I returned, I sent him another ask which was like "psychologist here again: if you were a communist your hair parting would be in the middle. evenly distributed. All behavioural signs point to someone who doesn't take their own values seriously." and he went ballistic. really swearing at me. all caps type beat. he never turned the asks off, btw. which always made me wonder if he didn't know how to, or if he didn't want to cause he was convinced he was fighting a war, and this action would ensure he lost it. anyway this went on for weeks until one day I completely forgot about him like he was some kind of childhood imaginary friend I'd conjured up in my loneliness. but yesterday I happened to recall the whole scenario, because my buddy was like "remember when you were twelve and I came over to your house, and you showed me on the computer how you'd been terrorizing this random French guy for days on end. And you were laughing like fucking crazy. and I said it wasn't funny because he probably had problems, and you were like 'oh.' and you looked a bit guilty for a second, but then you went and got a grapefruit from the kitchen and threw it out of the second story window at my kid brother, who was playing in the street, and then you started laughing again?" Well. when she put it like that, needless to say I felt bad. so Jacques if you're out there I'm sorry I was such a little shit. you had totally normal hair, and you only wanted people to share stuff. If it's any consolation I know every day of my life that I'm probably going to hell for the sick things I have done

[obsessedwrhys]

Can we have a part 2 Deadpool reader with the boys and maybe soldier boy too❓❓ if you want to of course

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The Boys x Deadpool!Reader

t/w: loooots of dark humour/jokes, reader's origin will be explained underneath, reader is still an asshole lol that comes with the character, mention about killing,death,gore, weed, drugs, Reader is gn!!!

ᯓ★ here's a version with the seven, kiss kiss <3

Origin:

Quick summary, when you were born, your parents had agreed with Vought to have you be pumped full of Compound V so you could grow up and be a hero working under them, but the problem was when you were around 7, they changed their mind so Vought ended up sending several people to come to your house to settle the matter.

Your whole family was massacred in the living room during thanksgiving and when they tried to capture you. You were able to run away. Homeless and living on the street, you grew up in a life of crime, depending on nobody but yourself. Make sense? No? Good! Let's start now.

BUTCHER

To him, you were like a fly that won't leave him alone.

How he knew you was through Mallory, she thought you were okay and fit for the job since you hated Vought just as much.

Obviously he didn't like you once you were introduced to him and the two (M.M and Frenchie)

"No way am I lettin' a supe join us"

":("

Though after what happened to Mallory's grandchildren, the gang pretty much dispersed but wherever Butcher went, you followed. Since he was the only person you trusted... and also enjoy annoying the shit out of.

He'd head inside a club, relieved he hadn't seen you for the past few days so he decided to grab a drink by the bar to unwind.

"Whiskey" He said with his eyes looking around, paranoia shown on his face.

Once his drink was served, he would look back to find your eyes smiling at him, you were wearing a bartender disguise over your red suit.

"Did you miss me?"

"Oh christ..."

When you heard word that he was gathering back the team, you had to be there. What kind of friend would you be if you didn't?

Undoubtedly he had to admit, there were times where he was grateful to have you on the team but there were also other times he regretted it.

For example, that time when you guys needed to sneak into a lab to get something and the goal was to stay quiet but even that simple rule was hard for you to follow.

"Room's up ahead. (Y/N) I need you to—"

"Heads up!" You said as you threw a bomb at the metal door.

The explosion causing the alarm to turn on and it had the whole lab now on high alert. You shrug innocently when Butcher glared at you like he wanted to tear you apart.

Also, you enjoy constantly pissing him off. You can't die so you don't really care if he'll kill you for it.

"Maybe, if you didn' press the fuckin' button, we wouldn't have to come bac' to save yer ass from the guards"

"OOH GOD SAVE THE QUEEEN!! Please, cry me a fucking river. I got us the target didn't I?"

"He's dead"

"Well you weren't being specific when you said to capture him"

But it's fine, all his frustration will be solved once he uses you as bait. He knows you can't die but hey, it makes him feel slightly better watching you get shot at.

Despite your ups and downs, he appreciates you. When the team would turn against him on his insane journey for revenge, he always found you the only one still standing by his side. You're loyal and he likes that.

Compatibility? 75%

HUGHIE

You treat him like a child.

No seriously you baby talk him sometimes and it annoys him

"Awwwww is little hughie angry?"

"Stop..."

"Does baby want his milky?"

Since he's pretty much the only person who isn't that exposed to crime as the others, he's terrified 100% everytime when he's paired up to do any dirty work with you.

"Now listen buddy, you better start talking or I'm gonna shoot" You said, gun raised at the man who seemed to be begging you to spare his life in a language you didn't speak.

"I don't think he speaks English"

"Ah shit... ENGLISH!! SPEAK!! ABCDEFG??!"

"How is shouting in English gonna make him understand?"

"Eh, you're right"

BANG

"WHY'D YOU SHOOT HIM??!"

"Well did you expect me to pull out Duolingo and start taking classes?!"

You had to admit, it was a pain in the ass each time he starts giving you the cold shoulder whenever he gets mad at you for doing something terrible. It was like his way of guilt tripping you so you always try to apologise in your own ways.

"Hey..." You said, handing him ice cream.

"...I uh... I don’t like Strawberry ice cream... I thought I told you that"

"God you're so ungrateful!!"

Since he was such a scaredy cat, you try to tone down your craziness a bit. For the sake of him not going into cardiac arrest.

"(Y/N) STOP!! She has nothing to do with this!! She was tricked" Hughie grabbed you by the arm to pull your gun away from the innocent woman.

You turn your head to look at him, then at the woman, then at him again, then the woman, then him again.

"Ugh finnnne... you're boring..."

However, he does appreciate you trying to be a better person. Even you had to admit, after you met him and became friends. You noticed yourself being less brutal than you used to be. The thought keeps you awake at night and it scares the shit out of you.

But oh well, how could you ever say no to those scared little puppy eyes?

Compatibility? 55%

FRENCHIE

He's like your hype man which is concerning.

Not because you're not afraid to get the job done but also because you always have his back.

"Well... I need some gunpowder but I've run out of them" Frenchie said, telling Butcher that the plan was most likely not gonna happen.

"Hold on" You said with the typical comical ☝🏻 gesture before heading into a different room. Everyone exchanging confused glances at what you could possibly be doing.

After a few minutes you'd return with a bag of gunpowder while struggling to zip up your pants with the other hand.

"Don't tell me how I got it. It almost tore me apart" You said, rubbing your ass.

On stressful nights, you guys would enjoy smoking weed together by the sofa and share stories of your traumatic childhood. It's how you guys bond and it's oddly wholesome.

Also when he needs a shoulder to cry on, you were always there for him. You two shared a type of relationship that even Romeo and Juliet couldn't compete with. To be fair they're dead so they actually can't fight.

"Hey reader!! If you're gonna keep reading then you might as well give the post a like or a repost. C'mon, pleassssseeee pleasepleaseplease"

"Ma cerise, who are you talking to?"

Although he doesn't mind your behaviour sometimes but he won't tolerate it if you ever cross the line on something. He's like the owner who sprays water at his pet cat when they don't listen.

"What are you mad at me for?!?!"

"You damn near tried to get us killed!!"

"Hey! You're the one who said it would be a suicide mission so I made sure it was a suicide mission!!"

"WHAT?"

There's no way he can deny how curious he is about where you get your guns and things. He once went in your room to find boxes of dynamite and a RPG just placed against the wall like furniture.

Like do you have a supplier or are you your own supplier?

Compatibility? 99.9%

M.M

Everybody deserves second chances.

He always tells him that to calm himself down everytime you managed to fuck up a thoroughly planned mission.

"What did I say about pressing buttons (Y/N)?"

"Honestly I stopped paying attention after you said 'Listen here'."

M.M has to be the only person you fear to the fact you try very hard to avoid him, this is because his long ass lectures are such a pain to deal with.

"How many times do I have to remind you? You can't just go around doing shit like that. You gotta consider the amount of danger you'll put everyone in..."

"(Blah blah blah... he's still going... uggggh... make it stop...!)"

Unable to handle the lecture any longer, you ended up shooting yourself in the head.

"(Y/N)!" His tone more disappointed than concern since this wasn't the first time you did this to escape his talks.

You know that russian dollhouse he tries to build in season 2? Well you'd constantly be found standing or sitting near him when he's trying to finish the set.

Since you're aware of his OCD, you like to edge him on by sometimes rearranging the parts or stealing some of it so he ends up searching high and low for the missing parts.

You had to admit it was entertaining to watch him accuse other people for touching his stuff when it was you behind all the schemes.

I'd like to think that after every mission when you happen to die, he'd be the one in charge of collecting your remains so you'd grow back.

That's why it comes naturally that his job is to make sure you don't do anything extreme.

"Where are my bombs??!?!" You'd shout, storming around the place looking for them.

"I sold them. Thought it'd do us more good knowing you won’t accidentally blow us up"

"WHAT?! GOD! It's like the writers of the show couldn't afford another explosion for this season so they had to use this DUMB of an excuse!!"

Though he does see some good in you through the messed up parts, he once saw you give his daughter a cute teddy bear when they've been burned by Vought.

She still has the bear and M.M likes to think that maybe you have a soft spot for kids since you never had a proper childhood. That's why he chooses to understand you rather than just being ignorant about your behaviour.

Compatibility? 80%

KIMIKO

She finds you a little odd but she doesn't mind once she realises how everyone is used to you being like that.

Whenever you're bored, you'd come to see what she was up to. Just imagine you sitting on the sofa like a curious kid as you watch her write alphabets on the book.

She also tries to communicate with you since she thought maybe your fucked up mind would understand her better in a way. Like how in season 2 she was repeatedly writing 'boy' to Frenchie but he didn't understand, so she came to you.

"Woow... watching you try to talk to me is like watching a baby take it's first breath..."

"😐"

"It's beautiful..."

Turns out her theory was wrong, you had a harder time understanding her compared to the rest.

Since you're the only two people in the group with powers, most of the time you two are sent on dangerous missions together. It's a nightmare for her because everybody knows communication is key but one is mute and the other doesn't listen.

"(Be quiet! There's people in the other room!)" She'd sign to you but you were busy humming a song while throwing around the enemies equipment.

"Oooh, what's this?" You held up a Homelander figurine which made you laugh as you show it to her.

"Hey look! 'I'm Homelander, I'm God's favourite. I play golf with Jesus every Sunday."

"(Can you please take this seriously?)"

"You're right, you gotta stop messing around Kimiko! We have a target to kill here" You said and you threw the figurine away which apparently clashes into a stack of boxes that came crashing down. The sound making everyone inside the building grab their weapons and began cornering you two in the room.

"😡"

"Okay that wasn't me that was gravity"

For the boys, you were plan A and she was plan B. That's because you always end up rushing into a fight first which most of the time resulted in you getting dismembered, which she later comes in to save you.

For example when Stormfront had stopped you guys, your bright ass thought it was a good idea to charge at her even though everyone was signalling you to stop. Next thing you know you were just a head being carried by M.M, you ended up watching as Kimiko fought Stormfront with the help of Starlight and Queen Maeve.

"That's my girl!! Now can anyone lend me a hand? I think I lost mine"

Compatibility? 97%

Bonus +

SOLDIER BOY

You know the scene where he walks out of his containment with the gas surrounding him? You swore when you watched him step out butt naked, you could hear angels singing and trumpets playing inside your head.

Shockingly enough, he was the only person who appreciated your humour. Could be a generation thing. He's just relieved not everyone has gone soft over the years.

In a way, you feel like you've become his babysitter. Everytime Butcher and Hughie left to do some business, you were in charge of making sure he doesn't blow up anyone. You kept him entertained so he didn't mind. That's why on the hunt for his former team members, he immediately chose you to be by his side.

"I'll take red with me"

"Red as in the american flag or the russians?" You asked which had him do the typical boomer laugh.

"I like you, you're funny" He said with a strong pat on your shoulder.

Butcher doesn't mind you with him cause he trusts that you can keep him under control. Hughie on the other hand isn't sure if you can even keep yourself under control.

"Shhh... wait... do you hear that?"

"Ah shit, did I accidentally said my dirty thoughts out loud? It's just you look breedable in that suit"

Another thing he likes about you is that you're okay with killing pretty much anyone, just try not to overstep cause that could potentially piss him off.

"I told you he's mine" He said as he had you pinned against one of the trees, apparently you had shot Mindstorm in the head when he literally made it clear to you minutes ago that was his kill.

"Quite possessive aren't you? I can recommended a therapist I know. Her names Martha—"

"You shut your mouth before I shove my shield up your ass"

"Gasp don't you DARE threaten me with a good time!!"

At the end of Season 3, you would obviously side with Butcher when everyone started to turn against Soldier Boy. He had to admit he was kinda hurt though, he expected you to be on his side.

"So what? You're crawling back to him now? After what we've been through?"

"Sorry big daddy, but Butcher has been my day one and I also happen to love him veryvery much"

Cue Butcher rolling his eyes out of disgust.

Compatibility? 100% but after the betrayal? 0% 😔

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[wheres-mylove]

as if!

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Tyrell!Reader

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Part 2: Just a Girl

Summary: Our chief matchmaker not only accomplishes her secret mission, but also gains an upper hand over Aemond – special thanks to the ancestral Targaryen overconfidence. Oh, and to Aegon, the supporter.

Disclaimer: English isn't my first language!

Word count: 4.4k

The infamous jeep stopped by the curb, tires screeching. To be honest, its arrival had been announced way earlier by Lady Gaga’s song booming from the speakers. And a cursing cyclist whom (Y/N) Tyrell had nearly killed on the street.

Aegon was leaning against the wall of the nearest building, eyebrows raised, observing the girl's maneuvers. One would sooner suspect Miss Tyrell of being under the influence of alcohol right now.

“It's Britney, bitch?” he asked with a mocking smile. His gaze then fixed with considerable concern on the shattered side mirror.

(Y/N) leaned back in her seat, lowered the music to a minimum, and adjusted heart-shaped pink sunglasses on her nose.

“You're so funny it hurts. Get in. Quick, before someone sees you with me!” she ordered at once, not bothered to greet the guy, waving at him impatiently.

Aegon Targaryen bore a strong resemblance to his beloved brother, as he was behaving in an annoying manner as well. Slowly, he circled the car and opened the passenger door at a leisurely pace.

She honked, smashing the horn with an open hand, and sending him an angry look. The boy flinched and finally got his ass in the passenger seat. He didn't even get a word out before she had peeled out.

“Is this your first time?” he asked, nervously laughing and gripping the headrest with both hands.

“I have a permit. And I'll have my driver's license soon,” she replied with an innocent smile.

“But that mirror seems to have met Aemond’s face,” Aegon muttered under his breath. Then he swiftly stole her glasses. (Y/N) looked at Targaryen with disapproval.

“You couldn’t see a thing in those,” the blonde justified, relieved that she had slowed down a bit. “And trust me, it would be wonderful if you could see the road.”

“Not my fault that trees and hydrants appear so suddenly. Man, out of nowhere...”

“Alright, alright, could you kindly explain why I had to walk two blocks to catch this ride?”

“I can't risk one of your buddies or anyone else recognizing me and starting some disgusting rumors that we're seeing each other,” the girl retorted. Aegon dramatically clutched his chest. “Are you sure that no one was following you?”

“It wouldn't damage your reputation as much as you think. I'm quite popular as well. Some parts of me are.”

She pretended to feel nauseous. 

“Ugh, as if.”

The jeep hit the speed bump. Aegon could swear he saw the light. They turned into a side alley. He lowered the heart-shaped glasses down his nose, looked around, and realized they had parked in front of some random grocery store forgotten by the gods.

(Y/N) laughed at the sight of his confusion.

“Well, nobody will notice us. Only some wrinkly old people shop here. It’s my to-go place when I want a moment of anonymity.”

“Okay, superstar. Didn’t really ask.” He spread his legs on the dashboard, causing the girl's eyes to widen.

“Stop being a fucking savage! It's a gift from my dad, don't put your dirty-ass feet here.”

Aegon pushed the glasses up to his forehead and gave a meaningful glance at the damaged mirror.

“If you value it so much, maybe don't smash it before your driving test,” he said in a sing-song voice, not moving a bit. “I feel like I'm meeting a dealer. That's how it usually goes. You ordered discretion, took me to a secluded place, and…”

“Paper bag on the back seat. Be careful,” she advised, fixing her hair in the meantime. After a moment of consideration, she reached into the passenger-side compartment, retrieved a bottle of expensive perfume, and sprayed it on Aegon’s seat. Now he was busy collecting the bag with childlike excitement. Ended up seriously disappointed.

“Boring,” he muttered, handing her one of the two takeaway coffee cups.

“I didn't know what you usually drink apart from beer and piss, so I went with a basic cappuccino,” she explained, taking the cup and smiling at Targaryen's offended expression. “Don't tell me you were expecting something extravagant. This is a business meeting. Let's not prolong it.”

“So, how is it?”

“Please, take him. He's your brother, your concern. We'll make arrangements. We'll find a place for him. You can do whatever you want with him, but get him out of my house. I don't want him.”

Aegon stared at her in silence for a moment, then burst into laughter.

“This really isn't a reason to laugh, Aegon!” (Y/N) snapped at him, resting her forehead on the edge of the steering wheel with a heavy sigh.

“I warned you. I told you it would be like this,” the boy replied, shrugging. “Has he already called you a brainless idiot?”

“Not yet.”

“See, that means he really likes you! And he doesn’t even bite!”

“Yet.”

Targaryen tapped her on the shoulder, and she raised her head. He nodded encouragingly.

“Go on.” Aegon began to slurp his coffee and leaned forward.

“I tried my best. I'm really polite to him. I greet him, ask how his day was. But I don't know what else to talk to him about. He barely speaks, while we’re at it. Maybe he just has communication issues. He doesn't talk to me, but that doesn't mean he's avoiding me, oh no. He's everywhere. I can't go peacefully to the living room or the kitchen because he's always there. So much hovering for someone who's supposed to be busy. He sits with his thick philosophical books, to show off how smart he is. The name Nietzsche is probably going to trigger some conditional anger in me now. And when he does speak, it's malicious. Not directly, but—Shit, damn it! My dad adores him. He's quiet around him too, but he makes the effort, you know? Dad thinks he has the perfect temperament, that he's rational and composed. Can you even imagine how frustrating that is?”

“Girl, I lived under the same roof with him for a while, I've already served my sentence,” Aegon tapped his fingers on the cup. “Want advice from an experienced guy?”

“Usually, I'm the one giving advice," (Y/N) muttered, staring blankly ahead. An elderly couple with bags full of groceries passed in front of the jeep. The woman waved with her free hand, and (Y/N) waved back. “Ah, I advised her to strike up a conversation with the widower from the senior club. You see, they're together now.”

“Be a bitch,” Aegon chimed in, to which the girl opened her mouth in outrage.

“Betty is eighty years old, I'm kind to elderly people—”

“To Aemond, honey. Give him a taste of his own medicine. There's no other way. Assert the dominance.”

“I can't. Dad will get super angry.”

“You said yourself that my brother is discreet in being an asshole. Fight back.”

“Maybe you're right. He's in my house, he's my guest, I should set the rules,” she said firmly, clinking her cup with Aegon's.

“Cheers,” he said with a laugh. “Jason Lannister asked about you today.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath through her nose and shook her head.

“Another one? I don't have time for nonsense. Nobody respects that.”

“I think Aemond will. You're not his type. He prefers the smart ones,” the boy assured, probably not thinking too long about his statement.

“What, excuse me?” (Y/N) bristled, looking at him from the corner of her eye.

“Hey, I'm not saying you're stupid,” a now-panicked Aegon corrected himself. “You're just... a pink princess with a passion for fashion? Oh gods, I think I said something wrong. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!”

“You'll get out of my car, but I'll speed up first.”

They could just as well place a warning sign on the door. (Y/N) realized she hadn't been in there since Aemond appeared in their house. She unconsciously started avoiding that part of the first floor. The same couldn't be said for her housemate, whom she nearly collided with yesterday when she was leaving to meet Aegon. She had no idea what he was doing near her room. Of course, she couldn't ask him because he strategically retreated upon seeing her.

A social butterfly.

She knocked loudly three times, grimacing at the sound. Mr. Tyrell had told her to go find him. They usually had dinner at six, but today they had to move it up an hour. He was heading to one of those business banquets where people drank too much whiskey and talked too much about business.

No response. Silence. But he was inside for sure. She would have seen him leave from her strategic spot on the couch. Targaryen roamed everywhere, but strangely left that corner alone. Maybe she had marked it too much with her presence.

(Y/N) didn't know what’s gotten into her, but she pushed the door wide open without an invitation. It only occurred to her after a moment that she might see something she would later regret.

She didn't know if it was luck or misfortune, but Aemond, decent or not, was nowhere to be seen. A faint splashing of water could be heard from behind the closed bathroom door. 

(Y/N) Tyrell smiled cunningly, registering Lana Del Rey’s song playing in the background. Finally, something she could use to bully him. She cleared her throat.

“Aemond?” she called out, taking a step back and putting her hand on the doorknob to give the impression that she hadn't barged into his solitary kingdom. She quickly scanned the room. It was clean. Almost sterile. The stack of books on the nightstand? You could practically fit a ruler to it.

“It's kind that you respect my privacy,” a quiet voice interrupted her thoughts, making her jump. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and she could only see his bowed head, a cascade of wet hair, bare arm was also on display... Don't stare. “I could…”

“Be naked, masturbating or reading one of Colleen Hoover's books,” she offered nonchalantly, remembering his brother's advice and suppressing her father's request. “Which one would make this experience the most humbling for you?”

Aemond squinted, giving her a look she couldn't quite decipher. He made a sound that could be classified as something between a grunt and a laugh. Man seemed to have the right one for every occasion.

“Get dressed and come downstairs; we're eating early,” she informed him before making a dramatic pause, letting Lana sing. “Once you're back from the west coast.”

Targaryen pressed his lips into a thin line. She smiled in a condescending manner.

“You'd prefer La Traviata, I presume,” he said and then shut the door. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the reference to their first meeting.

“We'll wait, sweetheart. Take your time.”

As she was walking down the stairs, she concluded that Aemond Targaryen was not an opponent she couldn't handle. She could complain or show him who was in charge.

She was a badass. A force to be reckoned with.

When she entered the dining room with a newly found surge of confidence, Mr. Tyrell shot her an indignant look and tossed an envelope onto the table. It was a miracle it didn’t land in the soup vase.

“I’ve just received this. Explain yourself.”

The girl cursed under her breath at the sight of this so unexpected mail and clasped her hands in an awkward gesture.

“Dad, you can't get angry outside of work hours,” she gently reminded him, to which her father snorted impatiently and rubbed his forehead.

Aemond Targaryen, with his perfect timing, walked into the room at that exact moment. He looked at her first, then at Mr. Tyrell attentively and stopped in the doorway.

“Another ticket?” her father continued, paying no attention to the fact that they now had a witness to this delightful conversation.

“Unjustified! I didn't exceed the speed limit that much. Maybe a little. A tad. Barely. They must have made a mistake,” (Y/N) explained, approaching her father and seating him at the head of the table. “Besides, don't be so upset; it's not the first…”

“(Y/N)!” Mr. Tyrell scolded her. “That is very thoughtless of you.”

“Not during dinner,” she requested, nodding in Aemond’s direction. “We have a guest, dad. Maybe later.”

Aemond was delighted. Just looking at his pleased expression made her want to smack him. She sat down on her father's right side , and Targaryen joined them a moment later. Mr. Tyrell reached for the envelope he had thrown earlier and started examining its contents again.

“You lead such a fast-paced life that you can't slow down?” Aemond asked, leaning in as if to hand her the vase. “Or maybe you can’t see the difference between the gas and the brake?”

“I'm considering not letting you drive anymore,” Mr. Tyrell said, interrupting their lovey-dovey conversation. “No more driving until you pass your exam.”

“That's unfair! This was the third and final ticket, I promise.”

“Quiet, child, before you give me a heart attack,” her father begged, then looked at Aemond. “You'll support me in this, young man, won't you? Tell her it can't continue like this.”

“Absolutely, sir,” Targaryen replied, placing his hand on the back of her chair. He acted like it was the best day of his life. “It's exceptionally reckless, (Y/N). You pose a threat not only to other road users but also to yourself. You're not ready to sit behind the wheel. Maybe it's worth admitting to the mistake before someone gets hurt.”

“Ass-licker,” she muttered under her breath so her father wouldn't hear.

“Aemond is right,” Mr. Tyrell sighed, handing him the ticket for inspection.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she exclaimed, snatching the paper from her father. “Embrace him and call him son. Aemond Targaryen is always right.”

“All these negative emotions, where are they coming from?” The boy smiled maliciously, and (Y/N) had to gather all her self-control not to strangle him right there.

“We need to find the right solution, be responsible,” Mr. Tyrell decided, evoking authority.

“We need to take the bus,” Aemond suggested in her ear. She'd strangle him, that was decided.

“You'll help her, won't you, young man? Aemond, you have a driver's license. You're exceptionally sensible, and I trust you completely in this matter. From now on, she'll only get in that jeep with you. You'll watch over her, make sure her driving isn’t a threat to anyone.”

“What?” he asked weakly, suddenly turning pale. He looked at Mr. Tyrell, who was not joking. “I mean, yes, sir.”

(Y/N) laughed, flattening the ticket against his chest.

“See how it turned out for you, sir.”

They stood in silence right in front of the professors' mailboxes. (Y/N) gazed ahead with determination in her eyes, while Baela looked at her friend as if questioning her mental state.

“You're joking, right?” she asked with uncertainty, holding the stack of papers tied with a red ribbon up to her nose. “Scented? You crazy bitch.”

(Y/N) held out her hand.

“Stand guard,” she ordered in a serious tone, but Baela still didn't give up the treasure that Miss Tyrell had been working on for half the afternoon. “What now?”

“She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies?” Her friend read aloud, furrowing her brows. “That’s way too much.”

“And all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes,” (Y/N) finished up, winking at her. “That's very sexy of Lord Byron.”

Bae finally gave in and handed her the letter.

“I'm out there on the watch. If our grades don't improve after all this shit, I'll have Arryk write you a letter,” she threatened, walking down the hallway with her hands placed confidently on her hips. A professional bodyguard.

(Y/N) began her search among the dozen of plates, surnames starting with the letter T on them. 

Miss Tully. Miss Tully, where are you?

“She’s on her way, hurry! Will be there in a minute,” Baela said, turning towards her friend and waving her hand.

“That's the point; she has a break now between classes,” (Y/N) replied, dropping the surprise through the mailbox slot. “She'll find something to brighten her day. Come on!”

The girl headed towards the student lounge, slumping onto one of the couches and picking up some tedious magazine from the table. Baela joined her a moment later, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Where were you trained?”

“At the Matchmaker Academy. Elite unit,” (Y/N) said with a laugh. Less than a minute later, they heard the clicking sound of high heels. “Play indifferent.”

Miss Tully was walking briskly towards her mailbox, probably expecting to find official mail or a few late assignments from her students. She was a middle-aged professor with chestnut hair neatly pulled into a tight bun, glasses perched on her nose, and an unhealthy love for tweed.

She was unmarried and specialized in poetry of the Romantic era. She truly was an untapped potential.

“I don't see it,” Baela muttered, watching Professor Tully open her mailbox.

“Even if I'm wrong, which happens once in a thousand years,” (Y/N) replied, flipping through the magazine. “Look at her reaction.”

The woman with furrowed brows examined the letter from all angles. Then she looked around, so Bae pretended to be deeply interested in the view outside the window. She untied the ribbon and scanned the words.

Miss Tully blushed.

“She's smiling now?” (Y/N) asked, turning another page.

“She's giggling.”

“Giggling?”

“I told you.”

“Gods, I'm a genius.”

“Now she's smelling the pages.”

“Wonderful.”

The sound of high heels echoed again, this time intensifying with each step, as Miss Tully was approaching them.

“Excuse me, girls?” she began with a slightly trembling voice, hiding the letter under a brown document folder. She glanced a moment longer at (Y/N). “Miss Tyrell?”

“Oh, good morning, Professor,” the girl greeted her, putting the magazine aside and smiling politely at the older woman. “Is there a problem with my essay?”

“Oh, not at all, my dear, it was a joy to read,” she assured quickly, adjusting her glasses with a seemingly careless movement. “Have you been sitting here for long? You’d happen to notice, well… Has anyone recently put something in my mailbox?”

“Hm, Professor Baratheon was here about half an hour ago,” (Y/N) replied, resting her chin on her hand. “But I think he was just checking his mail. I'm not sure if he dropped anything. Besides that, no one.”

“Oh, I see…” Miss Tully replied with a slight hint of disappointment. Then she blushed even more. “Professor Baratheon, you say? We haven't talked in a while.”

“You didn’t hear it from me, but…” (Y/N) started, and Professor Tully leaned in conspiratorially towards her. “I think it would be good for him to have someone to talk to. Lately, he seems a bit down.”

“You didn’t hear it from me also, dear, but…” Miss Tully was now sitting on the edge of the couch. “I've heard about the recent troubles with his ex-wife. He must be lonely…”

Baela watched in wide-eyed amazement as this exchange unfolded. It turned out that (Y/N) Tyrell was able to charm anyone, especially a spinster.

“Besides, if I may make such a personal observation, of course,"” (Y/N) interjected when Miss Tully was already thanking her and getting ready to leave. “You have beautiful hair. You should wear it down more often to show it off.”

The woman smiled shyly and touched her head.

“Do you really think so? Won't it be too... frivolous?”

“Oh, not at all! I think a bit of freedom would add to your charm.”

Miss Tully had never looked as beautiful as she did now, after receiving a letter from a mysterious admirer and a compliment from a pretty girl.

“Teach me, oh wise one. You've got that lady wrapped around your finger,” Baela commented in admiration.

(Y/N) stood up with a jump and smiled broadly.

“Now, let's go to Borris.”

“Do you have a scented letter for him too?”

“I told you about my theory that he can't read. I'll just tell him that Miss Tully thinks he's intelligent. That should be enough for a man like Baratheon.”

(Y/N) Tyrell was on the verge of stomping her foot in frustration.

“I was only gone for ten minutes!” she exclaimed, to which Aemond tore his gaze away from the TV screen and looked at her with something that resembled pity.

“You were taking that bath for precisely…” he began, putting his arm on the couch's backrest and checking his watch. “One hour and six minutes, counting from the moment you vacated the spot.”

She huffed in annoyance. Targaryen only now gave (Y/N) a closer look. She returned from her room in a pink satin robe. He raised an eyebrow, then she was left to argue with the back of his platinum blond, stupid head.

“We obviously have a misunderstanding here. Today is Friday evening. On Friday evenings, the TV is mine. Because I have a movie night,” she explained, striving for a calm tone and pinching the bridge of her nose. Inhale and exhale.

“I don't see any note with that information. Unspoken agreements don't hold much weight, do they? You didn't discuss this with me.”

(Y/N) lost her patience, so she marched in front of the TV, blocking Aemond's view of whatever dull news program he was watching now, and folded her arms across her chest.

“This is childish,” he remarked without moving an inch, wearing a smug smile.

“I'll stand here until you give up watching these two bald debaters for today. Who cares anyway?”

“I like to stay updated with the news. You're acting childish,” he repeated. (Y/N) wasn't fazed in the slightest. 

“If you were a nice boy, I'd offer a compromise.”

“Am I not a nice boy?” he asked with feigned offense, basically lounging on the couch at this point.

“You could watch a movie with me. I'd choose, and you'd keep me company, and we'd all be happy-”

“(Y/N)!” Mr. Tyrell suddenly appeared in the living room, holding his cell phone as far away from his ear as possible. “Why is Baela Targaryen bothering me and asking if you're alive? She mentioned something about an emergency.”

“Oh, damn, I left mine upstairs,” (Y/N) replied, taking her father's phone. “I'll return it to you later!”

Mr. Tyrell waved her off and returned to his duties, probably reorganizing the documents. He was unable to rest. The girl brought the phone to her ear.

“Hey, Bae. What's so important that you're calling my old man?” she asked while pushing the footstool across the floor and setting it right in front of the TV. She sat down on it and crossed her legs.

“Childish,” Aemond mouthed. She stuck her tongue out at him in return.

“You won't believe it; I didn't expect such swift results,” Baela exclaimed from the other end of the line. “I was just leaving volleyball practice. Guess who I saw!”

“Professor Baratheon and Professor Tully?” (Y/N) asked a somewhat rhetorical question, smiling with satisfaction.

“Sitting on a blanket under a tree. They seem to have organized some kind of picnic. You'd have to see them, with their puppy-dog eyes and smiles full of love. They seemed to be on cloud nine.”

“I told you it would work. Another success in my career.”

“I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it will remove the stick from Baratheon’s ass.”

“When he's no longer sexually frustrated, he'll loosen up,” (Y/N) assured. She noticed Targaryen's questioning look at that remark. “I'm not talking about you.”

“Aemond's with you?”

“Unfortunately.”

"Give him my regards.”

“I won't.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow, right?”

(Y/N) grimaced, remembering that she would have to ask Targaryen for a favor.

“Sure. Bye.”

Aemond tapped his knee and looked at her with a smirk.

“So, who's frustrated?” he asked, sending her a mean smile. “Your boyfriend?”

“You're such a dick. I don't have a boyfriend. I was talking about my professor.”

“That doesn't sound good,” Targaryen remarked. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Gods, I'm not going to explain the whole story to you. I just set up my professor with another professor.”

“You set them up?” he repeated.

“Yeah, and what's it to you? Need some help in the relationship department? I wouldn't be surprised, considering how charming you are.” She pointed a finger at him. “Let's make a deal. You can watch your news, but you'll go to the shopping mall with me tomorrow.”

“Are you asking me out?” He was trying her patience, and he knew it well.

“Behave. Just as my father said, I can't drive the jeep unsupervised-”

“No way.”

“Please. Please. Please. Please-”

“What are the chances of you shutting up until you get your way?”

“Slim to none,” she replied, knowing she had him cornered. He was to blame for this one. Consequences of being cocky.

“Alright,” he grumbled, well aware that he had no other choice. She could complain to her father at any moment.

“Enjoy your evening,” she chirped, finally moving out of his line of sight.

“Wait,” he stopped her before she could leave and handed her the remote control. “Out of pure curiosity.”

(Y/N) gave him a sweet smile and almost snatched the remote from his hand before flopping onto the couch, keeping a reasonable distance from him.

Aemond Targaryen watched in horror as she selected Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper.

“Movie night or a cartoon night?”

“Listen, as a literature enthusiast, you should know that it was inspired-”

“Absolutely not," he stated, getting up from the couch and marching to the kitchen.

(Y/N) shrugged. Pussy. Goal achieved anyway. Movie night with Barbie, as her tradition dictated.

“Can you bring me a snack while you're there? M&Ms will do!”

She expected him to ignore her, as she had already abused his good humor quite a bit, but he appeared a moment later, holding an apple in one hand and tossing a bag of candy onto the pillow next to her with the other.

“Thanks! Would watching Barbie tarnish your manly honor?”

“My sister watched that when she was seven. Look at what that says about your level.”

“Alright, Mr. Partypooper. Goodnight.”

Aemond didn't leave. He lingered in the doorway for almost an hour, busy pretending that he’s not watching the movie at all. Someone give him an Oscar for that performance.

(Y/N) decided to let it slide. This time. Just as he had let her singing I am a Girl Like You slide without any snide comments.

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Post canon homestuck crew play Dungeons and Dragons

Karkat and terezi

Co dms

Unstoppable when actually working together

Terezi will get sidetracked messing with karkat

Karkat trying to write a deep and well fleshed out campaign that’s thematically resonant vs terezi’s desire for chaos and traps and trying to “trick” her players FIGHT

Terezi believes in karma and will make the world bend to this

Karkat is trying to set up romance arcs and argues about how it adds to the theming

Dave draws them fanart of their characters. Terezi loves it while karkat argues about accuracy before admitting yes he also appreciates it

Calliope also does fanart and karkat praises her skill and accuracy unlike some people

John

Arcane trickster rogue

Forest gnome

Just a goofy little guy!

Mostly just playing to have fun, starts off with a fun but simple character who develops over time

Ends up SUPER invested and taking this so so seriously

Karkat worked a dramatic reveal into the, in his words, “bare ass bones two paragraphs that a fucking wiggler could have written backstory” and John did not see it coming and loved it

Goes head to head with terezi a lot on her various traps she designs for them. She is getting more and more absurd with it. Karkat had to talk to her about breaking the world building with things she’s introducing. He is the only rogue. Send help.

Rose

Drow warlock

Tries to justify picking drow as anything other than she just thought it was cool

Nearly went old ones for patron but settled on archfey for story reasons

Has a 10 page lore document detailing her tragic past and her toxic relationship with her patron

It became 15 pages after going back and forth with karkat for a bit and adding even more

Only her and one other person are taking the romance arcs seriously and they become karkat’s favorite players

Tries playing morally ambiguous but terezi can be annoying about that and claims it’s just “the consequences of her actions”

Her and karkat both get very very into the scenes between her and her patron, the drama! The acting! Dave is uncomfortable and karkat brushes it off, it’s not like him role playing as his sister’s abusive girlfriend is weird. It’s in fact very important to the plot Dave

Has written fanfic of the campaign

Jade

Dragonborn barbarian

Path of the beast

Don’t ask me I just know

Her GLEE when she says “I’m gonna rage :D”

ANIMAL COMPANION! She nearly went ranger just for that but knew she wouldn’t have as much fun. Found a way to get one anyway.

It was harder naming her animal companion than her character

Having fun and likes the problem solving side of things, but likes breaking things with her massive strength just as much

Terezi likes to throw stuff at her, both traps and encounters, and finds it funny if she can just wreck her way through

“See John that’s how you deal with a pressure plate trap”

Takes the rp side of things very seriously

Once argued with Karkat over if her favorite npc would do that and cursed him out

Has read roses fanfic of the campaign

Dave

Plays a teifling with grey skin and orange horns

“What are you talking about karkat this is just my dude, don’t you like him?”

Hellus Jeffus

He’s a valor bard, eventually multiclasses paladin

Starts out just trying to mess with people but like John starts getting into it, though he tries to down play it

Have hellus more of himself than he realized and it’s making him face things about himself

Eventually hellus self sacrifices to save the party in this deeply intense moment. There were tears, Dave was wrecked, they went on a whole quest to revive him. It was touching and karkat is smug

Dave might have worked through some things

Jane

Halfling cleric

Her and John are small buddies!!!

Started out life but wasn’t having a lot of fun with it so with terezi’s permission switched to war or tempest with later s few levels in fighter

Her John and Jade are the biggest front liners, John’s character ends up really close with both of them as it’s easier for the rogue to bond with the person giving them sneak attack

Jade and jane’s character have an in game arm wrestling match

Took a bit to get into the rp side of things but eventually got the hang of it

Roxy

Tabaxi, easily, it’s so obvious

After much deliberation settles on glamour bard (though wizard and rogue were tempting for the joke, she wanted to branch out)

So many horny bard jokes but very little actual follow through, karkat gets frustrated by this as she’s all this talk but isn’t pursuing any of the romance options he’s giving her

She has SECRETS! She is HIDING THINGS!! Her cheery persona is a FASADE!!!

Cue complaining to karkat about how hard it is to wait to tell the others about her secrets and him threatening violence if she tells anyone before the in game reveal

She tells jake

Lots of egging on Dave and helping him with his fucking around

The BOND between her and Dave!!! They are the duo to end all duos. Team rocket type shit. There is nothing stronger than the bond between the bards of the party. My theory is it has to do with trading bardic inspiration.

Dirk

Half elf Druid circle of spores

Wildfire seemed fun to him but wasn’t as good

Wasn’t originally planning on being a Druid but after going over all the classes he liked all the customization and decisions that go into Druid like prepared spells and such

Didn’t really think about his backstory much, just improved something. He keeps improving new additions and it’s getting more and more elaborate and complicated. He has multiple hidden and long lost siblings by this point. Still doesn’t write any of this down. If he messes a detail up he justified it with more improv.

Yes his character has spiked up red hair and sunglasses. Don’t question how the Druid got sunglasses karkat.

Really likes the tactics side of things, he’s even pitched a few things to terezi she updated and later worked in

Sometimes works on plans and strategies out of game or making a million back up characters that play off the others in interesting mechanical ways

Is considering becoming a dm some time

Jake

Needed some help making his character, he just didn’t know where to start

Eventually after much discussion settles on a teifling bladesong wizard

Wanting to get away from his usual adventurer style Roxy helped with the backstory and they came up with this evil scientist raised in a cult who’s good hearted but was never taught right and wrong

He gets very into playing him and his moral struggle but can lean a little too good for his backstory, karkat points this out and Jake swears to get better at it

Dave pitched a lot of names for them and it was eventually settled on “Bernard Gunn” even though he has a sword. Jake just likes how it sounds

“Why is he blue jake?” “…..uhhh” “why is he blue?”

Calliope

SHE LOVES THIS SO MUCH

Teifling Druid with a focus on healing

Circle of shepards

Not a troll color pallet like Dave though, honestly it might get a bit trickster

Beautiful backstory that she coordinated with one of the others to make joint. The most obvious choice is Roxy but I think it was actually jade, Jane or John.

She gets so into it you guys, like so into it

Gives at least one dramatic speech completely on the fly

The other character who takes karkat’s romance arcs seriously and his other favorite player

Has also argued with terezi about world building and consistency. This may put her above rose in karkat’s eyes

Was also allowed to read rose’s fanfiction and offered full on reviews

Also considering going into doing but for the opposite reasons to Dirk

Vriska

Fairy artillerist artificer with a dip in war magic wizard

Min maxxed to hell and back

(Technically there was a better race, but fairy has its own advantages and she couldn’t resist)

An elaborate backstory too with some secrets of her own, I’m thinking full on lost princess

Yes she is That Player, you know the one

Has nearly been kicked multiple times and now won’t leave on principle

Not the best at sticking with the party and not just doing whatever she wants, but suprisingly Dirk has been able to talk her into it with his talk of tactics and playing smart

Second most effective is John who just looks at her like “vriska you’re not making this very fun :(“

Kanaya

Fire genasi ranger

Really tried to get into it but this just isn’t her thing so eventually decided to leave the group

Karkat came up with a fun story reason for her to leave and eventually brought her character back as an Npc

Did help rose make a cosplay of her character, after which John, Calliope, and Roxy wanted to make ones too

Vriska eventually tried to “manipulate” into helping her make one for her character

#homestuck #homestuck headcanon #homestuck funny #dnd #dnd au #homestuck dnd #can’t believe I’m making this in 2023 #based on my dm introducing a blue teifling named Bernard Gunn who looks like John Egbert and it felt like a slap to the face #yes he is blue #dave strider #rose lalonde #john egbert #jade harley #karkat vantas #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #kanaya maryam #jane crocker #roxy lalonde #dirk strider #jake english #calliope #calliope homestuck

[massivedrickhead]

i’d love to see 11/22 from the worry prompts if you get the time!

Thanks for sending these and for waiting so long for me to get to them!

Those prompts worked really well together so I combined them, hope you like it!

11. “Eventually you’re gonna have to tell me what’s on your mind.”

22. “You’re never this quiet.”

Prompt taken from here.

Read on AO3

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“Eventually you’re gonna have to tell me what’s on your mind, you’re never this quiet,” Beca said, chancing a glance at Chloe, who was still frowning at her phone.

“It’s nothing,” Chloe replied. “I’m fine.”

Beca sighed and hit pause on the TV show neither of them was watching. “Chloe.”

“What?” Chloe asked, finally looking up from her phone, the crease still prominent between her eyebrows.

“Talk to me,” Beca said. “What’s going on? You’ve hardly said two words since you got home.”

“I’m fighting with Chicago, if you really need to know,” Chloe said, sounding irritated as she focused her attention back on her phone. “He was supposed to be coming home next week, and now he isn’t.”

“Oh,” Beca said. “I’m sorry, that sucks. Did he say why?”

“He wants to go to Florida for a week with the boys,” Chloe said. “He only gets one week before he’s back overseas, and he said he wants to relax.”

“Right,” Beca said. She bit her tongue, holding back what she really wanted to say.

“So now I feel like a bitch,” Chloe said, “because I’m mad that he’s choosing to spend time with his army buddies - who he sees every day - instead of coming to see me.”

“Why would that make you a bitch?” Beca asked.

“Because he has a tough job, and he deserves to be able to relax while he’s on leave,” Chloe said.

Beca didn’t reply, but Chloe heard her sigh and she rolled her eyes.

“This is why I wasn’t going to say anything,” Chloe said. “You always get weird when I talk about Chicago.”

“I’m not being weird,” Beca said. 

“I know you don’t like him.”

“I don’t have a problem with him,” Beca lied. “I don’t really have any opinion, I hardly know the dude.”

“But? I’m sensing there is one,” Chloe said.

“No buts,” she said. “Besides, it doesn’t really matter what I think, as long as you’re happy.”

“Of course it matters,” Chloe said. “You’re my best friend.”

Beca sighed again. “Do you really want to know what I think?”

“Yes,” Chloe said, though not actually sure if she did. It was one thing to suspect Beca didn’t like her boyfriend, but it might feel different if she heard her say it.

“I think you can do better,” Beca said. “It doesn’t feel like he treats you like a priority, and I think you deserve to be with someone who does.”

“You always say that about people I date,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes again.

Beca shrugged. “You asked what I thought.”

“He’s a nice guy,” Chloe said. “And besides, it’s not exactly like I have a queue of people ready and waiting to sweep me off my feet and make me their number one priority.”

Beca shook her head. “Just because you don’t see them, doesn’t mean they aren’t there.”

Chloe frowned, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion. She watched as Beca stood up and grabbed their empty dinner plates from the coffee table. “Do you want anything while I’m up?” Beca asked, carrying them into the kitchen.

“No,” Chloe said, the frown still on her face as she focused her attention back on her phone.

Chicago: Are you seriously upset about this? 

Chloe: I mean, kinda? We haven’t seen each other in months.

Chloe: I was really looking forward to seeing you. I miss you.

Chicago: I miss you too, babe. Please don’t make me feel bad about this, I really need just some time to destress. 

Chicago: Please don’t make this a big deal.

Chloe: It’s fine. Do what you need to do, and I’ll see you when you’re next on leave.

Chicago: So now you’re going to guilt trip me? You’re so fucking controlling sometimes.

Chloe: I literally don’t know what you want me to say.

Chloe: Like what response were you hoping for?

Chicago: I guess I just hoped you’d understand that I needed this without being all passive-aggressive about it. 

Chloe: I’m not being passive-aggressive.

Chloe: Do what you want Chicago, I clearly can’t win no matter what I say.

Chicago: How is that not passive-aggressive?

Chicago: I need to get back to work. We can talk later once you’ve had time to cool off.

“Here,” Beca said, handing Chloe a glass of wine. “You look like you need it.”

Chloe hadn’t even realised tears of frustration and anger had started spilling down her cheeks. She cleared her throat and wiped her eyes. “Thanks,” she said.

“If you keep staring at your phone like that, you’ll get a headache.” 

“Yeah,” Chloe said. She locked her phone and put it face down on the sofa. She grabbed the remote and hit play on the TV again, the silence in the room being quickly replaced by their 50th re-watch of Friends. The sound of the studio audience laughing felt oddly out of place.

Chloe took a drink of wine and glanced at Beca, who was scrolling on her phone, holding a beer in her other hand.

“I’m sorry I was off with you before,” Chloe said. “None of this is your fault, and you were just looking out for me.”

“It’s okay,” Beca said, her eyes flicking up from her phone for long enough to shoot Chloe a tight-lipped smile. “Sorry if I was out of line with what I said. It doesn’t matter what I think about him. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

There was a pause in which neither of them said anything. Beca scrolled on her phone, and Chloe watched the TV without really watching it.

“That’s the thing,” Chloe said. “I don’t know if I am.”

“Don’t know if you’re what?”

“Happy.”

Beca looked up now. She locked and pocketed her phone, and turned her body so she was facing Chloe.

“You aren’t?”

“I thought I was, but…” She tossed Beca her phone so she could read through the texts. “If this is how he is after eight months of dating, what’s he going to be like in the future?”

She could see Beca’s jaw clench as she read through their last few messages. She handed Chloe’s phone back to her, and she took a long drink of her beer.

“If I showed you my phone, and that was how my partner was speaking to me, what would you say?”

Chloe swallowed and felt tears stinging her eyes.

She remembered the last few months of Beca and Jesse’s relationship. Remembered the heated arguments they’d have in person, over the phone, and in text.

She remembered how she felt watching Beca - the strongest person she knew - dissolve into tears nearly every night. 

Chloe had felt so helpless.

Helpless and angry.

When it finally came to a head and they ended things, Chloe didn’t know if she’d ever felt more relieved.

“I’d tell you to leave them,” Chloe said. “I’d tell you that you deserved better.”

Beca nodded. “Maybe you need to listen to your own advice.”

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip. “I don’t know. I don’t want to be alone.”

“You won’t be,” Beca said. “Not if you don’t want to.” Beca took hold of Chloe’s hand and squeezed. “Whatever you decide, I’ll support you,” she said. “But don’t force yourself to stay in a relationship that makes you unhappy just because you don’t want to be on your own.”

Chloe swallowed and squeezed Beca’s hand back. She nodded. “You’re right,” she said.

Beca felt some of the tension leave her shoulders, and she let out a steady breath. “You deserve more than he’s willing to give you,” she said. “I hope one day you realise how amazing you are, Chlo’. I hope you realise you’re worthy of being loved wholly. Fully.”

Chloe gripped Beca’s hand tighter. “So are you,” she said.

Beca shrugged and gave her a small smile. “That’s why I’m holding out for the real thing. I can wait for her.”

Chloe tilted her head. “Her? You have someone in mind?”

Beca laughed softly and shook her head in disbelief but not denial. “Yeah, there’s someone. She just needs to ditch the shitty boyfriend and actually open her eyes.”

Chloe felt something in her chest tighten.

She’d never allowed herself to hope, or dream, that this would happen.

Had never allowed herself to acknowledge that her feelings for Beca went way beyond a crush. That they’d always been way beyond a crush.

There were tears in Beca’s eyes now, and behind them, Chloe could just make out a glimmer of hope and fear.

Beca spoke with confidence, with calmness and self-assuredness, but Chloe could see in her eyes that Beca was terrified.

Beca was taking a chance, a leap of faith, that Chloe might pick up on what she was saying. That Chloe might reciprocate.

“I never… I didn’t think you’d ever actually feel the same way about me,” Chloe said. “I, um, after you and Jesse broke up and we still didn’t… I guess I kinda gave up hope. I tried to move on.”

“I know,” Beca said. “And I’m sorry that I never said anything. Your friendship is the most important thing to me, and I couldn’t… I still can’t lose that.”

“You won’t,” Chloe said, her thumb brushing across Beca’s knuckles. 

Beca nodded. “But?”

Chloe shook her head. “No buts. I just need to know… Is this real, Bec? Is this really how you feel about me?”

“Yes,” Beca said, her voice little more than a whisper. “I’m… I’m so in love with you, Chloe.”

Chloe’s breath caught in her chest and tears made their way quickly down her cheeks.

“Beca.”

“You don’t need to say it back,” Beca said. “And I understand if I waited too long and now you’re… You know, if you have moved on, it’s okay. I just want you to be happy, Chlo’.”

“Being with you would make me happy,” Chloe said. “And I can’t say it back yet, but I will. I want to, I just… I need time.”

“Take all the time you need,” Beca said. “I can wait.”

Chloe pulled Beca into a hug and held her tighter than she ever had before. “I want to kiss you so bad,” she said, causing a teary laugh to erupt from Beca.

“Me too,” she said. “But not while you’re with Chicago.”

“No,” Chloe agreed. “No, I know.” She ended their hug and cupped Beca’s face in her hands. “Are we really doing this? I’m not dreaming, right?”

“If it is a dream then I don’t want to wake up,” Beca said.

Chloe laughed and quickly wiped away a tear before her hands went to rest on Beca’s shoulders.

“That was kinda cheesy, huh?” Beca said.

Chloe nodded, still half-laughing, half-crying. “I’m gonna break up with him,” Chloe said. “And then, once the dust has settled, I’m gonna ask you out on a date.”

Beca smiled. “And I’m gonna say yes. And when it’s over, we’ll walk home, and before we open the door, I’ll invite you in for coffee.”

Chloe laughed and shook her head. “We live together.”

“So I know you’ll say yes,” Beca said. “And then I’ll kiss you, and then the next bit of our life together gets to start.”

Chloe closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against Beca’s. “I can’t wait,” she said. 

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Inspiration Saturday 🎸🎙️🎧

Tagged by my love @honestlydarkprincess who started it with really amazing Natalia/Lucy post💙💙💙💙

I was waiting months to find idea for enemies to lovers and FINALLY

Meet mood board for enemies to lovers singers buddie au + snippet

context Buck's ex outed him to public when Buck wasn't even thinking about coming out as bi

Drowning in sadness and in the feeling that his whole life is going downhill, Buck hears the doorbell ring and despite all his desires to fuck off the one who came, he still goes to the door. 

Maybe it's Bobby who came to say that Buck ruined his second chance and he doesn't want to see him on their label anymore. Buck will understand. Doesn't mean it won't finish him off now.

After open the door all the desire to say fuck off only increases exponentially when he sees who is standing behind the door. Meeting with brown eyes Buck wants to disappear underground

“Great. Like I need more problems now.”

Call him an asshole; he doesn't have any forces to be kind to Eddie despite their truce.

Eddie only raises his hands up in sight of surrender. In one hand he had a bottle. He has his trademark grin on his lips, which Buck wants to erase with his fist. Or his cock.

“I came with peace. And whiskey," Eddie shakes the bottle.

He is silent for a second, obviously choosing his words, and then his grin subsides and Buck sees in his eyes regret and something that can be described as sympathy and concern. 

"I'm sorry, Buck. Sincerely sorry. No one should have to go through this. You had to come out on your own terms when you were ready,” big browns look him right in the soul and Buck feels like he has new portions of tear ready to come. 

He refuses to cry in front of Eddie, so he clenches his fists so that his nails leave marks.

“Yeah, well, it's not like that anymore. And my career may be over.”

“Maybe yes, maybe no. Some people will certainly send negative messages, but I'm sure many will support you. I've already seen tweets that aren't very flattering about your ex. He may think he's done something cool, but he's just an asshole. And I have a suggestion.”

The smirk is back in big plush lips.

“Which one?” Buck frowns.

“Another song. About him. Where you lay out everything you think about this asshole. I'll add some. I already have a sketch. I wrote it when I saw the news," Eddie takes his notebook from jacket. "That's why I came late. I wanted to give you some time to cool down.”

“Hate song? Seriously?” 

Buck could expect many things from Eddie: came here to have fun about the fact that Buck's career is over, to point out that Buck always went to destroy himself, hell, Buck admits that he could even have expected real sympathy from Eddie, but not an offer to write a song about his ex.

“And why not? I'm sure you want to kick his ass, but shaming him for the whole world by telling your story and recording a song seems to me a worthy "reward" for him.”

For a second Buck lets himself imagine it and can't deny that the idea of using their talents and humiliating this asshole seems pleasant to him.

Remembering that they are still on the doorsteps, he lets Eddie come in and leads him into the living room.

“Let's have a drink and I'll think about it”

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The Cocktail Party

Jisung x female reader

Word count: 5.6k

A/N: 18+ only! I've been destroying you all with a lot of angst lately so here's a funny Jisung fic to make everything better! I hope you all think it's funny and enjoy reading it! If you do be sure to like, reblog, comment, send me an ask, whatever! I love hearing from you guys! Warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Stong language/cursing, protected piv sex, alluding to cheating but no actual cheating, oral (m&f receiving) semi-public sex, coming on mc, cum eating, name calling (whore,slut). I think that's it but as always if I missed anything let me know and I will be sure to add it to the warnings!

Changbin was one of your best friends but even you had to admit sometimes the man had a big mouth. On this particular occasion that his mouth had over run itself he had a big work event coming up. A cocktail party his boss was throwing. All the higher ups in the company were going to be there as well as his own team and Changbin had run his mouth to his work buddies just a little too hard saying he had a ‘hot date’ he was bringing. Which he absolutely did not and that’s where you came in. A couple of days before his boss's party Changbin called you BEGGING for you to go as his ‘date’. 

“Please Y/N!? I thought I’d be able to get a date before it was time but it turns out to get a date you have to actually leave work, go out, and meet people.” You were seriously considering letting Changbin eat his words and learn his lesson on this one.  

“You forgot you also have to be charming.” Changbin scoffed. 

“Ouch, you wound me. Please, you know I’m the most charming man you know! Pretty please Y/N I’ll owe you big time!” You weren’t sold. Your couch sounded better this weekend. 

“Bin I don’t know...” You didn’t have to see Changbin to know the face he was making when he spoke next. 

“Y/NNNN-ie!!! PLEEEEAASSSE! It’ll be fun! There’s gonna be an open bar and finger foods, you love fancy shit like that. Come onnnnn!” While big mouth Changbin was a handful, whiney Changbin was by far your least favorite Changbin. 

“Binnie, I don’t have anything nice to wear and I won’t know anyone. I don’t th-” Changbin cut you off. 

“I’ll take you dress shopping, my treat! And I promise to be by your side the whole night! SWEAR!” You really had no reason to say no at that point. Free drinks, you get a new dress, and an excuse to doll yourself up? Also, to be fair Changbin was always helping you if you had any heavy lifting and what not and he was fun at a party. 

“Okay Bin. You buy the dress and promise you won’t ditch me with strangers and I’ll go.” You could hear his giddy little noises through the phone. 

“I PROMISE!” You let out a defeated sigh. 

“Seriously, if you ditch me Bin, I’ll tell all your work buddies you’re into... Dendrophilia or something.” He laughed nervously. 

“What-ophilia now?” You started laughing hysterically. 

“It means you’re sexually aroused by trees.” Changbin’s nervous laughter continued. 

“You... you wouldn’t really though.” You got very quiet on the line. 

“Don’t test me Seo. Pick me up when you get off work for dress shopping and don’t forget your credit card. Byeeee!” You hung up before he could say anything else. 

That was how you found yourself on Changbin’s arm at a cocktail party, in your new dress, munching on hors d’oeuvres, and sipping from a champagne flute that was definitely not your first of the night. You almost aspirated your champagne when Changbin’s arm snaked around your waist and pulled you tightly against his side. You looked at his hand gripping your hip and back up at him. 

“What in the fresh fuck do you think you’re doing Seo Changbin!?” He pressed his face into your hair and whispered. 

“This is one of my buddies walking up. Laugh and act like I’m whispering something devastatingly witty in your ear.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes before throwing your head back and letting out the most over the top convincing flirtatious laugh you could manage, slapping your hand against Changbin’s chest way harder than necessary, making him wince as his friend approached you. 

“Oh my god Binnie-babe you’re SO DEVISTATINGLY witty!” Changbin gave you a glare and you smiled at him. You grabbed one of the hors d’oeuvres being offered and took a bite very pleased with your performance. That was when you looked up and saw the work friend Changbin was talking about. You almost choked on your crab toast when you saw him. He was beautiful. He had chestnut colored hair that was mostly swept back aside from a few rogue pieces that had fallen in his face. He had a baby face and the cutest chubby cheeks with a beaming, toothy, smile that was infectious and made his big brown eyes light up. He wasn’t tall but he had long legs and his broad shoulders and chest were in stark contrast to his tiny waist. The suit he was wearing was definitely doing him favors. The cut of the blazer complimented the width of his shoulders and the one button closure drew attention to his lithe waist.  

Jisung was not blind either. He had definitely noticed that you were absolutely breath taking when he was walking up. He was a little surprised that Changbin hadn’t been telling tall tales again when he said he had a hot date. You were indeed VERY hot in the emerald green satin wrap dress Changbin had bought you. It had thin delicate straps and the front was draped and hung loosely, showing a decent amount of your cleavage. It had a strappy open back and a slit on one side showing one of your gorgeous thighs. Jisung had to make sure and not drool when he spoke. 

“Well now I know that’s not her first glass Bin. You? Witty?” You cracked a smile at the dig his friend took and Changbin rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t have to get my dates drunk for them to think I’m funny Hannie, but it doesn’t hurt.” They both laughed and shook hands firmly pulling each other in for a quick ‘bro’ hug which consisted of each giving one hard smack on the other’s back before pulling away and the attention falling back on you. Changbin pulled you close again and introduced you. 

“This is my date, Y/N. Y/N this is my good friend Han Jisung. We work on the same development team but he’s one of the very few coworkers I can stand to hang out with outside of work also.” Jisung nodded and smiled at you offering his hand to shake.  

“Nice to meet you Y/N!” You downed the rest of your champagne and placed the empty glass on a passing waiter's tray before ignoring Jisung’s hand and going in for a hug instead. He was surprised at first but politely hugged you back. Awkwardly smiling at Changbin. He couldn’t help the way his heart rate picked up a little when he was close enough to smell your shampoo and perfume. His hands innocently grazed your exposed back when he hugged you and it made you shiver a little giving you goosebumps. 

“It’s nice to meet YOU Jisung.” You shamelessly squeezed his biceps and smiled, shooting him a sly wink when you pulled away from the hug. Jisung smiled at you nervously and swallowed hard his adam’s apple bobbing with the effort. Your eyes lingered on each other a little too long it seemed because Changbin cleared his throat and pulled you back into his side effectively snapping you both out of your daze. Jisung’s eyes went wide realizing he was ogling his friend’s date and tried to quickly recover. 

“SO! Uh... um have you guys been dating long?” Well, this was awkward. You and Changbin hadn’t really thought of a backstory for this whole production not thinking about the fact people may ask when or how you met. You both answered quickly. 

“No.” “Yes.” Jisung looked at both of you confused and Changbin laughed nervously. 

“Uh well I mean we’ve known each other for a long time but the dating is recent. Isn’t that right cupcake?” You internally rolled your eyes at the nick name but smiled and agreed. 

“It sure is sexy pants.” You slapped Changbin on the ass and his ears got red. Thankfully before things could get too out of hand Jisung looked over Changbin’s shoulder and noticed their boss. 

“Oo Bin, there’s Mr. Ming now. He’s three sheets, you should go talk to him about that quarterly bonus for our department. If we get it we can finally get that new software!” Changbin looked over his shoulder and spotted their boss and then looked back at you biting his lip remembering his promise.  

“I know I promised I wouldn’t leave you but it’s actually REALLY important for me to go talk about this privately with him. Would it be alright if I left you here with Jisung?” You were ecstatic about the idea of getting some alone time with Jisung. 

“It’s fine Binnie go do your thing. I’ll be okay here with Jisung.” He looked between the two of you nervously for a second not sure if he should really go, not wanting to upset you by breaking his promise. When he was certain you meant what you said he leaned in, gave you a side hug and a quick peck on the cheek. 

“You’re not gonna tell him I'm a hemophiliac are you?” You laughed, shook your head no, and pushed him towards his boss. 

“I’ll be right back I swear!” You nodded and shooed him away to go do his job and then turned back towards Jisung. 

“Changbin has a blood condition he’s sensitive about?” You put your hand on your chest, threw your head back and genuinely laughed. Jisung loved the way it sounded and he couldn’t help his eyes following your hand, glancing at your soft breasts peeking from the top of your dress before he quickly averted his gaze. 

“No no, he meant dendrophilia.” You said as you tried to get a hold of yourself. Jisung’s face contorted. 

“He gets off to trees?!” You laughed even harder doubling over. The loosely draped front of your dress hung down and Jisung could see even more of the silky skin hiding underneath. His dick got a little hard and his face felt warm. He hoped he wasn’t visibly blushing. He needed to get a hold of himself. You were with Changbin, his friend. Jisung was NOT this kind of guy. 

“Oh my god! You know what that means!?” You couldn’t stop laughing. Jisung laughed nervously with you.  

“Oh, uh, well...” You wiped your tears away. 

“He doesn’t really, it’s just... it’s just a little inside joke between us.” You decided to go with that as you tried to catch your breath. You noticed Jisung’s face was flushed, his cheeks a soft shade of pink that you found endearing. You couldn’t help yourself, you wanted to push his buttons a little more, see how red you could make those cute cheeks and who knows maybe even get lucky. 

“I mean even if he did... everyone gets off to something...right?” Jisung could no longer look you in the eye, he gave a tiny nod as he looked behind you at Changbin talking to Mr. Ming, trying to keep your conversation from going off the rails into territory it most certainly shouldn’t with his friend’s date. 

“Yea... I... uh... I mean... sure... uh...” He was so flustered it was adorable. He looked like an absolute stud in that suit but he blushed like a teenaged boy when you said anything remotely provocative. Jisung took a big drink of his champagne trying to regain some kind of moisture that had suddenly completely disappeared from his mouth and you decided to strike the final blow. You ran your fingers between his lapel and his jacket and smoothed his tie, all of which was just an excuse to touch his firm chest.  

“What do you like getting off to Jisungie?” Your voice was sweet and sticky like honey. Jisung turned his head away, choked, and spit his drink back into his glass. 

“Wha...uh...I...I...” You ran your hand down his lapel again this time not being shy about the fact you were indeed feeling his chest muscles. He couldn’t answer so you decided to continue to share your own thoughts with him. 

“I like getting off to pretty cocks.” You looked Jisung right in his eyes as he continued to stand there absolutely speechless. You leaned in and whispered in his ear as you ran your hand from his chest, down his abs, and stopping at the waist of his slacks. You slid two fingers between the waist of his pants and his body and ran them across his hip. 

“I bet YOU have a really pretty cock. Don’t you Sungie?” Your warm breath tickled the side of his neck. How did you make something so dirty sound so sweet especially when you called him Sungie. Jisung’s dick was instantly rock hard and he let out an involuntary whimper. You almost couldn’t contain yourself when you heard the noise he made. Jisung was starting to sweat. He couldn’t believe you were being so bold when Changbin was right there. He looked over at Changbin and their boss again. Changbin was completely absorbed in the conversation they were having and had long stopped glancing over to check on you. Why would he? He left his date in the care of his completely capable and trustworthy friend. Suddenly Jisung was aware you had said something to him. 

“Wha-what?” He stuttered trying and absolutely failing to get a grip while still watching Changbin over your shoulder. 

“The bathroom Jisung can you show me where it is?” It sounded like an innocent enough request. 

“Oh. Uh. Yea follow me.” You slid your arm around Jisung’s as he led you towards the back of the party where the bathrooms were. Jisung was trying to be a good friend. He really REALLY was. He stopped at the end of the hall and pointed. 

“So, uh. They’re back that way. If you need me I’ll...” You grabbed a hold of Jisung’s tie and gently pulled it as you walked backwards down the hall towards the bathrooms. He slowly followed looking back again to see if Changbin was anywhere to be found, hoping maybe he would show up and keep him from making a terrible mistake he was certain to make otherwise. 

“Come, show me.” You smiled sweetly but there was something in your eyes that spelled trouble for Jisung. 

“Uh...um...okay.” When you got to the bathroom you pushed the door open with your ass and pulled him in with you. As soon as the door was closed you pushed him against it and kissed him. Jisung’s hands were up by his head like he was being stuck up by a robber, TRYING to not touch you no matter how badly he really wanted to. Your lips softly slotted against his and as hard as he tried to resist the urge, his lips melted into yours and he kissed you back. You slid your hands over his shoulders under his jacket pushing it off and tossing it over onto the counter by the sink. Your lips parted and you looked at him with the biggest ‘fuck me’ eyes he’d ever seen. 

“Touch me Jisung...” He looked at you, running his hands through his hair completely frustrated about the situation he was in. 

“I...I... but Bin... we shouldn’t...” You ran your fingers through Jisung’s hair and pulled him in for another kiss. Your tongue traced his lips before entering and tasting his mouth. That was it he’d had enough. 

“Fuck it!” He locked the bathroom door and then turned back and pulled you against his firm body as he devoured your lips. He slid his tongue into your mouth and your groaned as he gripped your ass and started sliding the skirt of your dress up, caressing your skin with his fingertips while you worked at his belt and pants. 

“God.... we... we shouldn’t be doing this... it’s not... it’s not right... Changbin... he’s my friend... this is wrong...” Jisung spoke in between kissing your lips stating how wrong it was but not stopping. 

“Shhhh shhh... don’t think Ji...” You got on your knees as you pulled his pants down to his ankles. You could see the outline of his erection through his underwear it was...big. You pulled on the waist band of his underwear and drug those down to join his pants around his ankles. When you saw his dick you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. It was smooth and so hard, already leaking precum and you hadn’t even really touched him yet. You had to taste him. You licked your palm and grabbed his shaft softly stroking him. 

“I just KNEW you had a pretty cock Sungie. Mmm and it’s so BIG!” That sweet voice again. He thought it was going to be the death of him. That is until you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock and gave it a soft suck collecting his precum on your tongue before you popped off and swallowed. 

“Yummm.” You went back for more. This time you took more of his cock into your mouth and started bobbing your head. You pressed your tongue against the bottom of Jisung’s dick while sucking and hollowing your cheeks as you gave him the best head he’d ever had in his life. He gathered your hair and pulled it out of your face so he could watch you take his cock. 

“Fuck, look at me beautiful, let me see your eyes.” You looked up at Jisung as you swallowed even more of him, the tip grazing the back of your throat a little. You pulled off his dick and stroked his shaft firmly while giving the head teasing little licks. 

“God! I want to deep throat you so bad Sungie, I just want to gag and choke on this pretty dick but we can’t mess up my make-up now can we?” You kissed his cock and winked at him. 

“Next time.” You swallowed him down again and Jisung pulled your hair tighter and gently started fucking your face making sure not to go too deep. 

“Ooooohhh fuck fuck we can’t... we... mmm God yes suck it just like that for me. Yes baby suck on me just like that.” When Jisung started flooding your mouth with precum you pulled away from his cock with another little pop and licked your swollen lips. 

“Damn you taste so good Ji.” He helped you off your knees and kissed you as he slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders. His lips trailed down your jaw and neck. He gently sucked the soft spot right under your ear and it made you weak. Jisung pulled the top of your dress down around your waist ecstatic to find you braless. 

“Fuck me beautiful...” You smirked and started unbuttoning his shirt. 

“If you insist.” Once you had Jisung’s shirt off you ran your hands over his bulging pectoral muscles. You had thought he looked good in the suit, naked he was like a demi God. You kissed him as he backed you up against the counter, then lifted and sat you on it. Jisung leaned you back and pushed your skirt up so that your whole dress was bunched around your waist now. He ran his fingers over your clothed pussy and felt the dampness that was already soaking through your black satin panties. He pushed your panties to the side and drug his fingers through your folds. You threw your head back, it felt like his fingertips were electrically charged when they touched your throbbing cunt. He pulled them back out and sucked your juices off, closing his eyes and savoring the taste of you. The growl that came from him just before he dove into your dripping sex made you gush arousal before his mouth had even made contact with your pussy. His tongue was wide and flat and pushed firmly against your clit as he lapped at you, latching onto you and sucking before flattening his tongue against your clit again. His mouth practically covered your cunt as he licked and sucked at every part of you that made you twitch under him. 

“OH MY GOD!” You clamped your hands over your mouth. The door was locked but you still didn’t want anyone knowing what you were doing in there. Jisung continued to drink you in and pushed a finger inside of you. 

“Fuck your dripping for me beautiful.” He pushed another finger in and pumped them into you as his mouth latched back on to your clit, still using the same licking and sucking combo that was making you bite your fist to keep quiet. 

“Cum for me... wanna taste it... cum on my tongue.” If his words weren’t enough to send you, the sucking and fingering was. You fell into a chasm of ecstasy as Jisung continued making out with your pussy, licking and finger fucking you through your orgasm until you went limp on the counter. He stood up and pulled you towards him, kissing you, his tongue giving your mouth a very similar treatment that it had just given your cunt. You could taste yourself on his lips. 

“Fuck me Ji. Please fuck me baby...” You kissed him down his jaw and neck, running your tongue over his collar bone as you tugged at his hair, giving yourself better access to the places you wanted to kiss him. Jisung was having an internal debate again. He can’t fuck you, you’re with Changbin, it’s so wrong. But he can still taste you on his tongue and you were begging for his cock so sweetly. He reached down and grabbed the pants he’d kicked off and got a condom out of his pocket. You bit your plush red lips as you watched him open and roll the condom down his dick. 

“Such a pretty cock Jisungie. Can’t wait to feel it stretch me open.” Jisung grabbed your hips and pulled your ass to the edge of the counter. You let out a small gasp when he pushed the head of his cock into you. 

“Fuck! Pretty and big mmm...” Jisung sank into you slowly, allowing you time to adjust to his length. When he was fully buried in you he gripped your hips, pulled out, and gave you a hard thrust. The gasp you let out this time was equal parts surprise and pleasure. So, he wasn’t afraid to be a little rough with you. It made your pussy tremble with excitement. Jisung could feel your walls clenching and fluttering around his cock as he set a steady pace fucking into you. He thrusted into you hard again and you clenched harder. 

“Oh, so you like it hard and deep huh?” You bit your lips and shook your head. 

“Jisung...” You pulled him in and kissed him.  

“I want you to fuck me stupid.” Your lips were pressed to his as you spoke your desires. His eyes rolled up in his head and he groaned. Your words made his cock twitch inside you. 

“Wrap your legs around me beautiful.” You did as he said. 

“Yea that’s it and your arms around me here, yea? Good girl.” Jisung lifted you off the counter and without any warning proceeded to fuck you absolutely stupid just like you asked. All you could do was hold on as he held you up and pounded into you at a break neck speed. The way he was fucking you was exquisite, not even your vibrator could compare with how good it felt every time Jisung buried his dick into you hard and fast. It wasn’t long before you were being pushed to the edge again. 

“Ji... Ji... yes... yes... Yessss... fuck me baby... I’m... I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna cum!” Jisung kept fucking you hard and fast like he didn’t even hear you. He did but he wasn’t stopping now, he had to feel you cum on his cock. 

“Cum for me beautiful make a mess on my cock, fucking soak me gorgeous!” You squeezed yourself tightly against Jisung, clinging to him like a koala as your orgasm tore through you. Jolts and shivers running through your body as he kept up his relentless pace, not only fucking you and prolonging your mind-altering orgasm but chasing his own. He laid you back on the counter, you were absolutely soaked, he slid in and out of you so easily as he continued to fuck your dripping hole. The way your walls squeezed his cock, it was the best thing Jisung had ever felt. When your brain could function again you started coaching him into his own climax.  

“Sungie cum for me baby, I want it please, so bad, cum for me right here.” You pulled your panties back showing him your cunt. 

“Wanna see you paint me Ji, cum all over my pussy baby, that’s right baby cum for me, yes... yes Ji cum...” Jisung grunted and pulled out of you pulling off the condom and stroking his cock over your flushed and swollen cunt. You pulled your panties out of the way more so he had a clear shot to cum on your pussy. He pumped his cock in his hand hard and fast and then let out the prettiest moan as his load shot across your pussy lips. It covered your mound and clit and dripped down your slit. You ran your fingers through his cum and sucked it off as Jisung shuddered and shook through the last of his orgasm. You dipped your fingers into your folds and gathered more of both your cum, sucking it from your digits and going back for more until you were all clean. It was the sexiest thing Jisung ever saw in his life and it was immediately followed by the biggest freak out of his life. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I can’t believe we just did that! Fuck!” Post nut clarity about what he’d just done was hitting Jisung like an airplane crashing into a freight train and he was visibly upset. You thought it was nice he was so concerned about hurting his friend. While it had been fun to mess with him a little you actually really liked Jisung and you didn’t want him to be angry with you or himself. You got down off the counter fixing your panties, pulling your skirt back down, and pulling your straps back up as Jisung quickly started putting his clothes back on. You decided it was time to fess up. 

“Jisung...” He was still pulling up his pants and cursing himself for betraying his friend while not once blaming you, even though you had instigated and taken part in it. You thought he was probably the sweetest guy you had ever met. 

“I’m a fucking terrible friend! I can’t believe... I can’t believe I betrayed Bin like that! Fuck!” He kept panicking. 

“Jisung...” Nothing. He was in his own world of anxiety as he fastened his belt and grabbed his jacket getting ready to flee. You grabbed him before he could bolt. You cupped his face with both hands, squishing his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. 

“Han Jisung!” He stopped dead, his eyes finally connecting with yours. 

“I’m not really dating Changbin.” He looked at you blankly. 

“What?” You smiled at him and pushed his hair away from his face trying to soothe him. You pressed your lips against his softly. 

“I’m not really dating Changbin Jisung, we’re just friends. I told him I’d pretend to be his date for this party as a favor. I’ve known Bin since kindergarten. He’s sweet and funny and cute but I wouldn’t date him if he were the last man on Earth.” It took Jisung a second to comprehend what you were telling him and even then, he still struggled. 

“So...” You laughed and ran your hand through his hair again. 

“So, you’re not a terrible friend and we didn’t betray Changbin Ji. It’s okay. Really.” Jisung finally let out a huge sigh of relief knowing he didn’t just commit the ultimate betrayal against his friend by fucking his girlfriend in a bathroom. 

“Oh, thank FUCK! I... I...” Jisung was laughing still trying to get himself pulled together when a realization hit him. 

“Wait, so Changbin running his mouth about his hot date WAS a lie.” You laughed and nodded and then a thought hit you. 

“Yea he did. Do you want to get him back?” The look on your face was absolutely mischievous, Jisung LOVED it. 

“Hell yes! What did you have in mind?” You laid out your plan with Jisung and he started dying laughing. 

“Oh my god! Yes! This is gonna be the best payback ever!” You finished freshening up really quick and left the bathroom first to find Changbin. You searched through the crowd of people and finally Changbin spotted you. He made his way over to you quickly and started apologizing. 

“I am so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean for that to take so long. He was so drunk...” You shook your head and gave Changbin a kiss on the cheek. 

“It’s okay Binnie.” Changbin was a little surprised you weren’t upset with him and he was just about to ask where Jisung had went off to when he saw him approaching the two of you with a very serious look on his face. 

“What's up Ji you look...” Jisung cut him off. 

“Can I talk to you Bin?” Jisung shot you a nasty look.  

“Privately?” Changbin nodded 

“Yea sure Ji. Uh... babe, I’ll be right back, okay?” You smiled and nodded. You and Jisung caught a quick glance at each other and smirked as him and Changbin made their way out of the party to a more private area to talk. After they were out of site you made your way their direction. You listened into their conversation through a cracked door and waited for your cue. 

“What’s up Jisung you look like someone...” Jisung put his hands on Changbin’s shoulders making him square up to him. 

“Look Bin I don’t know how to tell you this so I’m just gonna come right out and say it.” Changbin looked nervous. 

“Okay Hannie. Is everything okay?” Jisung shook his head. 

“No man. Everything is definitely not okay. Your girlfriend, date, whatever. She was coming on to me and then... she just tried to fuck me in the bathroom!” Changbin did his best to pretend to be shocked and upset. The way you had been groping and flirting with Jisung earlier he’d been afraid you might pull something like this. 

“Wha-” Jisung cut him off again, pretending to get angrier. 

“I had to tell you Bin, I had to tell you that she’s... she’s a slut man.” THAT was your cue. You walked in pretending you hadn’t just heard their whole exchange. 

“Hey guys...” Jisung snapped at you. 

“Don’t hey guys us like you weren’t just whoring around behind my friend’s back!” Changbin’s jaw dropped and his eyes were as wide as saucers, you almost cracked. Jisung was laying it on thick. He was great. 

“Whoa whoa whoa there Ji calm down a second.” Jisung turned to Changbin. 

“Calm down!? Calm down?! This slut tried to blow me in the bathroom behind your back Bin!” Changbin started to get a little mad that Jisung kept calling you names. 

“Seriously Jisung, calm down and stop calling her a whore and a slut!” Jisung deserved an Oscar and it was sweet that Changbin was sticking up for you but he was starting to get a little too heated. It was time to reel this in.  

“Jesus Bin it’s like you don’t even care that she was trying to fuck me.” Changbin sighed. The jig was up. He wasn’t going to keep letting Jisung think you were some tramp trying to cheat on your date. 

“Look Hannie...” Jisung interrupted him yet again. 

“It’s like... it’s like she’s just a friend you asked to come as your date as a favor to make you look good.” Changbin was wearing his confused face now. Just imagine someone trying to do advanced calculus in their head and that was the look on Changbin’s face. 

“I... what?” You and Jisung both started laughing. You walked over to Jisung and gave him a kiss on his cute chubby cheek and Changbin finally realized you guys were pulling his leg. 

“Aaaahh man! I thought... I thought he was really pissed. I mean really! I REALLY thought you had actually tried to fuck him in the bathroom!” You started laughing uncontrolably. 

“Oh no I did.” Changbin froze. 

“You did what?” Changbin’s face, you couldn not stop laughing. You were laughing so hard tears were actually rolling down your cheeks. You got yourself together enough to get words to form. 

“I did fuck him in the bathroom. Look Seo, you can't introduce me to your insanely attractive and charming friend and think I’m not gonna at least TRY to fuck him.” Changbin’s ears turned red and he shook his head. 

“So, wait... Ji... you thought she was my girlfriend and you STILL fucked her in the bathroom?” Jisung put his arm around you and pulled you close, he spoke sincerely. 

“Oh, hey look Bin, I tried to resist her man. I really, REALLY did, but I mean... look at her! I did feel really super bad about it after though, like terrible! Didn’t I Y/N?” You nodded smiling and Changbin shook his head. 

“You guys are unbelievable.” You both laughed and now that Changbin knew no one was actually upset or hurt he allowed himself to laugh with you. Jisung leaned over and nuzzled his lips against your ear whispering the filthy things he wanted to do to you. You giggled and shook your head yes. 

“So, Bin it’s okay if I take your date home?” 

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[markheathcliff1]

Just gotta say some things rn

      1. The Alex kister drama situation:

im just here to talk about the Alex drama that is happening rn I keep seeing people attacking Alex without knowing who is the real victim... You can't just blow up the target before knowing the truth behind... As you can tell Ven said in the doc that they are "a spy who came to destroy alex life" and that's a bit suspicious of someone to say that in the doc so you mean like you just came here to destroy alex career and life is that what you want?... If that so then you are a fucking monster Ven just gotta say it you're a horrible person who destroy people life and if you are one of their friends you should be ashamed of what they did

     2. The drama:

I have seen some people doing the fucking "grommer nae nae" trend with Alex and it's not funny and another thing saying "Alex in my new jail!" And putting him in a jail with a problematic people is not fucking funny ok you seriously not funny another thing when that goofy Russian person who just made a horrible Photoshop of Alex wearing a shit thing and saying "b-but I still call him a fembo-" your not cool for that do you like me calling you a brat when you don't want that mf stop being selfish 💀 

     3. exposed/doxxed:

buddy buddy do you really think that's a really good idea to do?... I don't fucking think it's cool to do that shit buddy exposing/ doxxing has family and dead grandpa or something is cool? You think it will make it not worse? No you litterly made it even worse then before he litterly got ghosted by DB and they we're a bad partner for him honestly what a horrible people....

     4. why Alex didn't mentions the other victims:

Bc they weren't that important DB and Ven are the most important people bc they are the reason that ruined Alex life and he had to mention some things about it and how they really didn't feel uncomfortable...like bro if you we're uncomfortable you can just say it and Alex will probably just fucking stop it don't you have mind you litterly said "no I'm fine with it I'm not uncomfortable!" DB said that to Alex and Ven when he self-haram you didn't actually care we know that

     5. Alex being racist but he's not:

Buddy please what the frick man? You litterly faked Alex being racist just for your goofy friend and do you think SORRY WILL litterly fix everything? No no no YOU RUIN IT EVEN MORE AND MAKE IT WORSE DUMMY Alex never said racist things to Andrew and you litterly saying I'm the doc "I don't have proof" but guess what some people actually believe that shit like what THERE WAS LITTERLY NO PROOF???? 

     6. why the doc is fake:

ok here is why the doc is fake just honestly Ven had just faked some images and times and hopefully there were some people who find out about it don't think your not in w big trouble Ven you in a worse trouble rn your just a coward Ven and you you know that

    7. More drama:

"quite saying Alex is innocent!" "Alex is not fully innocen-" ok buddy we know Alex is not fully innocent but what the hell you want else "you can't forgive him ye-" buddy please stop this is not about you some people can forgive him and some people not but now he turned out to be innocent and guilty and he's now the real victim here he have been doxxed/ghosted/exposed/people send him death threats/all the actors left him just for what? For a fucking relationship drama like what else you want you want him to go to Ven house and beg for apologize what's wrong with you... "I will support Alex victims until I di-" who cares if you die it's not like the victims will care if you support them bc they just want attention

     8. Problematic/grommer:

do you guys remember when Ven said that Alex is a grommer and a pedophile? Well he's not actually vent has deleted the post they made on tumble like it was nothing and then apologize for calling Alex a grommer and saying "we never mean Alex being grommer or pedophile" then why you said in the doc that he is pedo and manipulate then it turns out he's not? Crazy Ven you know people have fall for that shit weirdo

- I just  want this drama to end already and idc if you attack me it's not like I'm the only person who is on Alex side mf I ain't scared of no shit let us have the fun we always do I feel like this year destroy everything I hole everything get back to normal again

#alex kister #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalouge fanart #mark heathcliff #alex kister drama #drama

[sinnaminttoast]

We got a balance update and I’m here to give you my nonsensical commentary/thoughts on it

Oh boy am I ready/nervous for what awaits me in this video.

Will I have a nervous breakdown about the possibilities of what this video will contain? Maybe, but you’ll never know.

Anyways…onto my thoughts

Oh??? So smartass is gonna be caught up on what’s going on. Alright…I mean I think we only ever had Geordi’s reaction to magic so this’ll be interesting.

SMARTASS REMEMBERING THE CARDS THING 😭😭 oh they are…let me date smartass plzzz

LMAOOO OH THEY REALLY GAGGED HIM 🤭

Smartass just already knowing magic exists “like yeah…I know people with cool powers exist. So what?”

Yo if I was smartass and someone told me “this involves kidnapping and conspiracy..”

I’M…I’m not mentally equipped for this one Aar bear 😁✌️

Elliot and Smartass are both of my brain cells theorizing about what the fuck is going on.

Someone strong enough to sneak in and sneak out you say??? 🤨

I think I know of a STRONG stealth who can SNEAK around…👀

Not Asher catching strays for no reason. PAPERWORK IS UGLY OKAY?? I understand him.

“Or maybe he just got better at hiding it.” OKAY! Alright! That line right there….WOW OKAY! Let’s not even open that one because as someone who is anxious…😬 oh it’s rough. Let’s just say that line hit a little too close to home.

Okay me and Elliott can be anxiety buddies…

I know I can be unserious but let’s be serious for a sec.

It’s actually so amazing how Erik makes sure we remember how awful the tragedy of the inversion was. Yeah sure we had the inversion videos to guide us through it but even now Erik makes sure we know that it still affected people outside of those characters.

That it left the department in disarray and with people feeling completely lost about what had happened.

Was not expecting to hear a southern accent but I’m not mad.

I want to know how the department has been dealing with Closeknit …CAUSE NO SERIOUSLY! They literally just kidnapped someone 😭

Oh wow…I didn’t know you…okay mysterious agent tell us your violent fantasies of what you’d like to do with Close Knit.

EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED?! 😦

Oh wow!

Elliott is gonna be sick y’all.

“I can’t lose them Aaron.”

So does Erik want me to jump off the edge rn?? /J

“They were so scared… in the dream. I tried to tell them what they had to do to fight it. I tried to help…but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything. I’m supposed to be able to protect them. Dreams are the one thing I’m good at. The one thing I know better than anything else…and I couldn’t help them.”

Send the flood. I’m being so serious.

ELLIE AND SUNSHINE I’LL GET YOU OUTTA THERE 🏃‍♀️💨

WELL THE MISSION HASN’T HAPPENED! According to the summit…Closeknit is still up and running so 🫠

THAT HE’S GONNA WHAT AARON??

I imagine that even though it is killing him to think about Sunshine…he needs them like the air he breathes.

(Yes I stole that from a Conan gray song and yes it hurt me to write that.)

“They were a good balance for one another.”

CAN YOOU LET ME BREATHE FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND??

I’ll go get Sunshine myself if no one else will!

And we end with a kiss and uncertainty

So that was the end of that video….

I usually end with a meme but how do I end this without furiously sobbing???

I really tried to be light hearted with this one BUT IT WAS A STRUGGLE TO NOT CRY!

When I catch you Closeknit…oh it’s gonna go down…ESPECIALLY YOU BLAKE😺

I’ll make him eat my foot 🦶 and I’m so serious

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted the balance #redacted elliott #redacted aaron #redacted smartass #redacted sunshine

[yourfaveisomegaverse]

welcome to YOUR FAVE IS IN THE OMEGAVERSE blog!

admin intros~

HEY EVERY !! IT'S ME!! EV3RY BUDDY 'S FAVORITE [[Number 1 Rated Alpha1997]] SPAMT [[Admin]] SPAMTON G. SPAMTON!! [[HE]]/[[HIM]]

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admin Wolf 🐺 here! he/him + it/its, in my early 20s, and mod Cow 🐮's mated pair🥰 pack alpha 😈/s and lover of dominant omega HCs!

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hiii!! im admin omega 🥺 !!!! i love roleplay and the omegaverse!!! im a girly girl so i use she/her pronounsss ^c^! im an adult and a self-identified omega… still looking for my forever alpha hehe >.<! people say im cute but i don't really see it, im just a shy bookwormy gal lol im not very pretty, seriously, dont you dare send me asks telling me how cute i am! 😡

anywaaaay thats basically it!! if you have any questionsss pls send me an ask >.< ok bye-bye!!! :3c

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yo what's up i'm mod shroom 🍄 (he/him). i'm not an alpha beta or omega (i release spores) but i appreciate their lifestyles. i'm just here to get high and chill the fuuuuck out ✌️

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Hi. You can call me Theta 👔. I'm a 23 year old male. My favorite film is American Psycho. I also enjoy reading books and meditating. If you'd like to have an intellectual discussion, we can start one if you send me an 'ask' addressed to me.

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hi i’m mod cow 🐮 :) i’m 21 and my pronouns are he/they. i’m mated with my beloved mod wolf 🐺, my little schnookums. i guess you could say im the omega in the relationship 😂

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HEY FUCKASSES, NAMES MOD KARKAT ♋️ . I OBVIOUSLY USE HE/HIM PRONOUNS (Duuhhh) AND IVE BEEN A HOMESTUCKER SINCE LIKE 2012 SO DONT COME AT ME UNLESS YOURE PREPARED TO GO TOE TO TOE ABOUT HOMESTUCK LORE, OK? I ALSO SWEAR LOTS, SO GET FUCKING USED TO IT FUCKDICK

ANYWAYS THATS ALL FUCKBAGS, HOPE YOU HAVE A MISERABLE FUCKING DAY

PRAISE LORD HUSSIE

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Mod squirrel 🐿️ , she/her, Catholic, omegaverse scholar.

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[jokers-bat]

All My Joker Headcanons (that I have so far, mostly involving 2004 Joker and UTRH Joker)

Warning, this is long but I hope you like it anyway!

2004 Joker

Likely has experience in gymnastics or dancing at some point in his past (possibly in childhood or teen years). That, or he was a theater kid.

Is capable of doing SOME good…As long as there’s something in it for him!

Can wear shoes and/or socks but prefers not to because he’s more confident when barefoot.

Chaotic evil…With maybe a small pinch of empathy?

Takes very good care of his hair. Will sometimes steel shampoo, conditioner, hair brushes, combs and other hair products to keep it clean and healthy. 

You know he’s sad or upset when he goes for hours without laughing. 

He’s often mistaken for being clueless or ignored and dismissed as some find him annoying, but he’s actually very observant and a lot smarter than others give him credit for. 

Knows Arkham Asylum inside and out…No matter what kind of cell they put him in, he always figures out how to escape. It’s like a game or puzzle to him!

He’s your best chance at escape if you and him are ever imprisoned somewhere.

He and Penguin are rivals…But he is the closest thing to a friend he’s ever had and he’s not good at expressing that.

Side note to that, he’s not good at socializing or at making or keeping friends. He’d rather pull pranks than simply ‘hangout’ with people. He’s surprised when Harley or his thugs sticks around but is secretly relieved that they did and do.

…Sometimes he’s lonely…

Still has no memory of the whole ‘Gotham cemetery’ incident, but he doesn’t like people touching his neck now. The idea of someone putting their mouth on his neck terrifies him. Penguin and Batman are the only ones who understand it though. 

Hides in his room or cell when he cries. He has a lot of bad memories with people seeing him vulnerable and doesn’t trust anyone to see him in that state. 

Under The Red Hood/Death in The Family Movies Joker 

Remember that friend your mom used to ask if you’d jump over a cliff for if they told you to do it? Yeah, HE’S that friend! 

Whatever you do, DO. NOT. Tell him you’re not afraid of anything! He will take that as a challenge and try to figure out what scares you! 

Don’t TELL HIM your phobias either! Chances are, he’ll use them to prank you. 

Side note, nothing scares Joker…Nothing really grosses him out either…You could get sick and throw up on or near him and he won’t judge you for it, but he’ll NEVER let you forget it either. 

Nuclear evil and a certified asshole.

If he considers you a friend, he’s your bodyguard for life…Seriously, he’ll offer to kill anyone who bullies or harms you. 

Not gossipy, but loves witnessing drama and absolutely will not help the situation. For example:

Y/N: “Joker, do something!!” 

Joker: “I am doing something!” (heats up popcorn in the microwave) 

He loves his crowbar and thinks he can solve most problems with it. Usually anything that could involve hitting someone with it or use it to break into something.

You know it’s bad and/or you’re in big trouble if Joker is concerned.

Secretive about his own past. Open about his brief time as the Red Hood, but nothing before that. Either he doesn’t remember his life before that or he keeps it to himself. 

Finds everything funny. Life is never boring for Joker!

No one knows if he feels sadness, fear, or regret. If he does feel them, he doesn’t show it…

Reliable horror movie buddy! Will watch scary movies with you any day and will aways bring snacks.You’ll scream, but he’ll laugh. For him, horror is comedy!

When you call him, his response is somewhere along the lines of: “Whatever it is, I didn’t do it!” or “It wasn’t me!”

Never give this man anything made out of glass!

One of the few who can stay calm and level-headed in serious situations. 

Usually gives unhelpful and borderline homicidal advice. Some highlights: “Why don’t you just send him a text that says ‘Fuck you, I’m staying home today?’”, “We can always kill him.”

Other comments he’s made: “I don’t know whose crazier. Me, or the people who hangout with me.”, “Why would you trust ME with anything?”

Joker Headcanons in general: 

Being friends with Joker is not easy.

He’s the biggest asshole you’ve ever known but he’ll remember your birthday, your favorite treats and your interests till the day he dies. 

Halloween and April 1st are always an adventure with Joker! 

He might not have accepted Batman’s offer to redeem him in TKJ, but he appreciated it. The man he was before may be gone, but there’s just enough of him left to know Joker couldn’t change that easily. 

That same part of him hates himself and what he’s become more than anything else. 

More than likely has a lot of unresolved issues. Past traumas, possibly mental health issues, etc.

Even if Joker did accept Batman’s offer and genuinely wanted to redeem himself, he has so many bad habits to get rid of and even more demons to face. Not necessarily impossible, but would be extremely difficult and might not be completely successful. 

If he has any family, he doesn’t have contact with them. Mostly for their own safety, not putting it past his enemies to go after them for revenge against him, but more so because he doesn’t want them to know who he is or what he’s done (basically, they think he’s dead and don’t know he’s become the Joker). 

Even if someone DID care about Joker and he cared about them, he’d drive them away because, one, he doesn’t himself (either he’ll hurt them or they’ll somehow get hurt because of him), two, he knows he’s dangerous and that he’s an evil monster and doesn’t think anyone could or would actually care about him, and finally, being hated and feared is easier than navigating relationships. 

He does in fact have feelings for Batman but it’s very complicated.

Joker should really have a non-lethal, non-criminal hobby-and he probably does…But he doesn’t have enough free time to do them…

He’s the guy who’d piss off politically powerful people just for the fun of it.

#batjokes #the batman 2004 #the joker #under the red hood #dc joker #joker #batman x joker #joker thoughts

[khlightrealm]

WOAHHHHH BUDDY WE GOT A SPICY VIDEO. I'm gonna do some bullet-point responses and interject with my own opinion on the character.

1:01 - 1:55 "Kairi did f*ck all to earn her keyblade and people lost their minds when she was able to wield one."

To be fair, Sora also got the keyblade by accident in three. She did also win over Aqua by giving her flowers and having a spell put on her. It's not much but let's give her credit where we can.

2:17 - 2:22 "jumping ahead to kingdom hearts 1 what all does she do? Seriously name me three things she does."

She helps establish Riku's personality and how he's changed like the scene where she said that she wants just her a Sora to take the raft. Most importantly, she saves Sora from fucking dying. TWICE? Once when RiSem was about to kill him, and another time when Sora turned into a heartless.

5:50 - 5:57 "I'm changing lanes here but people seem to equate the end scene and the conversation with roxas and namine as a relationship for Kairi and Sora"

The best part about that? Days confirmed they barely know each other. Not trying to be bitter, but it's very funny and interesting to make that comparison. Sora and Kairi definitely know each other more than Namine and Roxas do.

6:02 - 6:15 "You've given the relationship between sora and kairi absolutely zero development this end conversation with Sora and Riku sets up more of their relationship and the love they have for one another more so than anything kairi has ever done"

Okay, so to show my own bias here, I agree to some extent, but again, we don't need to discredit Kairi and Sora's scenes. The tunnel scene in KH3 does a good job at further establishing their relationship and how they're always there for each other when the other falls. Even in spirit.

9:10 - 9:20 "Yes i know Kairi has a backstory but it's about the lore of the worlds not her so it's not all that helpful to make her relevant."

I actually that the fact that Xehanort was the one to send Kairi to Destiny Islands and the one to technically kick off Kairi and Sora's destinies together can have some interesting implications, but, a characters importance should not rely on theory and conjucture.

10:46 - 11:01 "I have no idea why kh3 ends with sora sacrificing himself for he why he cares so much why this is treated like riku or even donald had died because if those who had died had anyone else besides Kairi died this would have made a thousand times difference."

People forget Kairi and Sora are still childhood friends. You can think they've drifted apart if you want to, but broski, if my childhood friend who I haven't a conversation with in years was falling off a cliff, I'd want to save them!

While there are some bitter moments and ship bias in here, I do see this as more of a Kairi video then a ship bashing video. With the way the character is written, it's very easy to talk about Sora and Riku's accomplishments and characters while barely mentioning Kairi. It is not easy to do the vice versa.

My own thoughts on Kairi:

I feel as though Kairi is a lot more interesting to think about if you see her as a feminine flip side to Sora's perspective and role. Think about it? What role does Sora play? He's the stereotypical hero who goes around helping people and saving princesses, at least when you break it down to his core. What's the general female counterpart to that?

The princess who needs to be saved. If you really look at their characters, it's clear that neither of them wants to be in their respective roles, though it's much more obvious with Kairi then it is with Sora. It's true that Sora did want to leave the islands and have an adventure, but not under the circumstances that he did. Sure he admires people like Hercules, but when given the chance and finally has all his friends back together, what does he do? Does he venture out into more worlds looking for more people to help alongside his comrades? No, he sits his ass down and relaxes on Destiny Islands. He's excited when he receives a letter sure, but that's because he's under the false pretense that this time, he'll at least be fighting alongside Riku. When Xigbar told him he was a chump who didn't deserve the keyblade and that he should just chill and smoke weed in their dark basement, Sora thought about it! He didn't immediately reject him like you'd expect him to. Throughout KH3, is Sora excited to be on another mission, even if it means starting from the beginning? No, he's tired and worn out a lot of time, and people's comments on him noticeably get to him.

Kairi is also sick and tired of her princess role. She willingly took the opportunity to go train with her kidnapper and was noticeably disappointed when she couldn't go to save Sora. She also took the initiative to train with Aqua. IDK why I'm explaining it when she says it better herself:

The best way I can think of to end my little ramble is to say this:

Riku's story is about changing and moving forward. Sora and Kairi's stories about about changing things back to the way they were or how they should be.

#Kairi #kingdom hearts #Youtube

[bellysoupset]

I think the original ask for this was from @sleepysickies, but my inbox may have eaten it. I'm sorry! Either way: jealous Bella who's sick + Lucas.

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Her head was throbbing.

It had been throbbing since the previous day, when she had been out with Wendy looking for house decor and she had thought it was simply from eating so much salt and not drinking enough water, but by now Bella was seriously starting to consider something else was at play.

Not only her head was aching like a nightmare, her stomach was super upset. She had forced herself to eat something for lunch, since she had skipped breakfast, but it had been a mistake. The few bites of her salad were swirling away, sending up the tiniest burps that tasted like bloody grass and to make matters worse today she was in student duty, which meant that instead of working from the nice A/C office, she was running around campus helping students with their issues.

This had been how she had met Lucas and the fact only made her all the more bitter.

At least it was the last call she had for the night, then she could clock out and go the fuck home.

It was decently late, she always got the late shifts that no one wanted, around 9 PM and the call was from the library. A group of girls were reunited around the computer, as if they could somehow summon it into working.

"Hi, Samantha Andrews?" Bella called, tugging on her red polo. It felt like it was suffocating her, "you called because there was an issue with your machine?"

"Yes," Sam was the shorter of the three girls, "I don't know what happened, I was trying to save my design and the whole thing bluescreened... Did I loose everything? It's due tomorrow-" it was always due tomorrow, Bella hadn't ever met a student who did things in time.

"Let me check," she sat down before the machine, starting to do the obvious things but that most people didn't bother to do before calling IT: cleaning cache, defragmenting, cleaning disks, running a virus check-

"No, I'm serious," one of Sam's friends said, giggling, "he walked up to me."

"Bullshit Melissa, he dates."

"So what?" Sam scoffed, backing Melissa up, "these football guys cheat on their girlfriends all the time, I don't think dating would stop him from making a pass on Mel."

"Guys, no," Mel whined, "I heard he's single now."

Bella tried not to listen, she really did. However while the malware scan ran, there were only two things to do: stare at nothing and overhear. Or she could focus on the horrible burning in her stomach, gurgling like hell. She could taste her lunch.

"Again, bullshit," the third friend replied, "we'd all know if the captain of the football team was single."

Oh no. Bella almost groaned out loud, she couldn't believe they had to be talking about Lucas of all fucking people to be talking about. With seven-fucking-thousand students and yet they had to be talking about the one guy she didn't want to hear gossip about.

"I think you are just jealous that he didn't want to take you home, Kelsey," Melissa scoffed and Bella's stomach churned at the mere mental image of it. She glanced over her shoulder. They all looked younger than her, they were first years for sure... Maybe second years.

Melissa was a ginger.

Bella pressed her lips tightly together, feeling sweat break over her forehead. She tried not to picture Lucas actually making a move on Melissa, but it was impossible, he was vivid in her mental image. The lopsided smile that used to make her knees weak, the sparkly green eyes... Her belly whined, being covered up by Kelsey gasping, offended.

"I am not! I'm just saying it sounds a little outlandish-"

"So what did he say exactly?" Sam asked, all interested. Bella burped, keeping her mouth shut and felt as little chunks went up her throat, then back down.

"We played some drinking game with his buddies and then he asked me if I wanted to leave with him," Melissa sounded so proud of herself, "his eyes are literally so pretty up close."

"Why didn't you?" Kelsey frowned, pouting and offended by the accusations.

"Some other football guy interrupted us," Melissa shrugged, "the one who looks like a disney prince."

"None of them," Kelsey chuckled, voice dripping venom.

"The one with the blonde hair?" Sam asked, frowning.

"No, the other one."

"None of them-"

"Uhm," Bella got up on shaky legs. She really was starting to feel faint, not just out of the pure anger at Lucas making passes in that barely legal walmart version of herself, but the queasiness had evolved into full on nausea, "there's a virus in your computer, we're - I'm going to warn the office to solve it remotely..." she squeezed the chair under her hand, "and to try and retrieve your work. They'll text you your protocol number-" her stomach clenched again and she gulped down, "is your phone up... Updated?"

"I think so?" Sam nodded nervously, "do I have to stick around...?"

"I'm afraid so," Bella agreed, trying to sound professional, "if that's all, then I'll go let them know."

"Yeah, that's all, thanks!" Sam smiled sweetly, before promptly sitting down on the chair Bella had left vacant and launching herself back into the gossiping.

Bella all but stumbled out to the front desk of the library. She used the staff phone to call IT and let them know, pressing her forehead to the cold wall.

Do you wanna go home with me?

What a fucking line, she scoffed, rattling off Sam's issue and quickly hanging up. She just really needed to go home... Or maybe get to the bathroom before she made a mess of herself.

Bella managed to turn the hallway and then another one, feeling drunk and disconnected from her body, until she slammed against a slab of concrete and nearly fell back on her ass, wasn't it for the slab reaching out and grabbing her arms.

"Hey!" Lucas' yelped, then sounded all breathy as he said, "Bell?!"

"Fuck," she groaned, "not you."

"Oh wow, you're the one who tried to run me over," he pouted, but didn't sound actually offended, "are you alright...?"

"What do you care?" Bella braced her hands against her knees, they were clammy, "you're ridiculous, you know? Moving on with a girl who just barely got her tits? Fan-fucking-tastic."

"I'm sorry...?" Luke frowned, all confused, "Bells, whatever are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you trying to fuck my cheap Walmart dupe," she gulped against the burning in her belly, swallowing it all down. Even nausea had to wait, because he couldn't just go and grab the first pale version of herself he could find. What a massive asshole.

"You're not making any sense... And no offense, but you look terrible, are you okay?"

"How-" she slammed a hand against his chest, "how dare you?"

Lucas planted a hand over hers in his chest, keeping it there. She could just feel his heart and Bella groaned, attempting to pull back, "how dare I do what?"

"Flirt with Daphne from Scooby Doo!" Bella glared at him, "really? Is that all it takes, a head of ginger hair?"

He let out an amused smile, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Bells..." then the little concerned wrinkle appeared back between his eyebrows, "is this about Spencer's sister?"

"Even her name- Mel" Bella groaned, "you make me sick."

"Oh it totally is," he let out a snort, "so what did you hear? Nothing good, I'm gonna guess-" once more she attempted to pull her hand back, since he was running his thumb teasingly over her knuckles, but Lucas kept it firmly into place over his chest, "I bet they're saying I made out with her?"

Her lunch moved up and Bella groaned, hanging her head, suddenly too nauseous to argue, "Luke, stop-"

"No, wait, it's probably even worse," he sounded a little sadistic, "to get you this pissed off- I fucked her and she's moving in with me."

"Luke, I..." she felt her eyes burn, mouth filling up with saliva. Bella attempted to swallow it down, failed miserably as it immediately filled up her mouth all over again, tasting even worse-

"You know it's all garbage, Bella, there's been no one since you," he squeezed her hand in his and she opened her mouth to retort, but there was a rush in her ears and suddenly she vomited all over the space between them, coving the tip of his sneakers with bright green.

"Told you to stop," she groaned and then her knees gave in. Luckily Lucas was already moving and he caught her easily, supporting her standing up.

"Bella, jesus- Baby, open your eyes, look at me- Bella, look at me!"

"Uhm-" her stomach gurgled and her head ached as she attempted to open her eyes, "Luke-"

"Okay, fuck this-" he quickly swooped her up, picking her up bridal style, "What the hell is going on?!"

Bella could've cried. She had missed him more than anything. This Lucas, not the stupid idiot who kept sending gifts to her dorm, this guy. The concerned sweetheart, who dropped everything for her, who made her feel number one even when she was feeling all types of crappy.

"Bells, please, talk to me?" he sounded very urgent.

"I wanna lie down," she groaned, squeezing his shirt in her fist and he nodded, pulling her up in his arms in order to fix her arms around neck and so he could press a kiss to her brow.

"I'm taking you home, don't worry-" he sighed, "you're definitely running a fever."

She closed her eyes, letting the momentary comfort wash over her, trying not to focus in the horrible sloshing in her belly. Going up and down with each of Lucas' footsteps as he carried her down the parking lot.

"I need to- My car is here..." she groaned and Lucas hummed something, his thumb brushing her back up and down.

"I'll get it later, Bella..."

She heard, faintly, the beep of his car unlocking and then Lucas was putting her sitting down in the passenger seat of his truck, his face coming into view once again. Bella groaned, dizzily resting back against the leather seat, as he strapped her in.

"Your hair is longer," she mumbled, blinking against the sudden exhaustion. Lucas let out a surprised chuckle, fixing the seatbelt so it wouldn't press against her belly too much.

"Yeah... So what is this? Are you in pain? Should I take you to the hospital or home-"

"I think it's just the flu," Bella sighed, breathing out, "I'm really queasy..."

"Tell me if I need to pull over, okay?" Lucas cupped her face, without thinking, planting a kiss to her forehead, "You'll be in bed soon."

Her eyes burned with a renewed desire to cry, so Bella just squeezed them shut and pressed her forehead to the cold window as he shut the door gently.

He didn't say anything else, despite the fact Bell could almost hear his frantic thoughts. Instead Lucas' hand came to rest at her knee, rubbing little circles against her skin with his thumb, as he split his attention between the road and her.

"I'm sorry about your shoes-"

"Whatever you heard about Mel is a lie."

They spoke at the same time and Bella opened a smile, curling up more in the seat as she felt her belly gurgle uneasily. She forced her eyes open, "what did happen with Mel?"

"Nothing," Lucas squeezed her thigh again, "she was drunk at a party I was at. She's Spencer's little sister, so I offered to drive her home. Aidan said he'd do it, so I dropped it, that was all."

She huffed, muffling a small sickening burp against her hand and Bella paused, swallowing against the urge to retch, now for a whole new reason, "uhm... So you didn't invite her home with you?"

"Please," he scoffed, then squeezed her leg again, "how are you feeling?"

"Humiliated," Bella closed her eyes, then leaned in and planted her head to his shoulder, "this doesn't mean anything."

"Okay," Lucas huffed, "you're really warm, baby."

"Yeah, I know..." she breathed out, slumping against him and pressing her nose to his jacket. It almost hurt how much she missed him.

Bell wasn't sure if she had drifted off or if Lucas was speeding, probably both, because they arrived at her dorm pretty quickly despite the fact it wasn't that close to campus.

She slowly peeled off from him, a blotch of red in the middle of her cheek from where it had been pressed against his arm. The movement was enough to wake up her stomach and Bella groaned as a wash of nausea rushed through her.

She undid the seatbelt, planting her hands to the dashboard and glaring at her feet, swallowing the bitter spit filling up her mouth. The passenger door opened.

"Bells?"

"Gonna be sick," she groaned, breathing deeply through her nose, "it really... It really fucking hurts, Luke..."

"C'mere," he turned her legs around, so instead of facing the inside of the car, she was sitting facing the outside. Bella shuddered as she felt him pull all of her hair up, a cold hand resting on her overheated nape.

She let out a moan, pressing a hand over her stomach, the uniform still clinging to her skin and suffocating, "it's not coming up."

"Let's get you inside then..."

It was awkward, to say the least. They weren't dating, they weren't even on speaking terms... Luke hadn't been to her dorm in so long that he no longer had a key. And yet here they were, Bella feeling too awful to pretend she didn't desperately crave the comfort he provided, Luke's arm wrapped around her shoulder as he held her up, unbothered by the sickly little burps she kept muffling against his chest.

"Keys?"

"My bag..." Bella shuddered, bracing against the door, "please hurry up..."

"Just a second, baby," he fiddled with her fussy lock for a second, before pushing it open just as Bella gagged against her hand. She didn't even wait for Luke to move out of her way, instead she snuck under his arm and rushed to the bathroom, dropping her bag in her hurry.

She didn't make it to the toilet, but to the sink and Bella immediately coughed up another gush of bright green puke. Her belly squeezed, whole body on fire and head swimming with the awful sensation.

Lucas pulled up her hair, gently peeling some curls that had stuck to the side of her sweaty forehead, "what the hell did you eat?" he said humorously, "crayons?"

Bella groaned, hunched over the sink and whined as the little chuckle he won made her belly ache even more, "please don't make me laugh, Luke."

"Sorry, sorry," he caught her eyes in the vanity mirror, smiling at her, "are you done?"

"For now," Bella nodded, turning on the water to wash the sink and her mouth, washing her mouth too. She walked back to the bedroom, while Lucas filled up a glass of water for her. The sticky sweaty sensation was the worse, so Bella quickly kicked out her shoes and unbuttoned her work polo, removing it.

"Bells?" Lucas stopped in the doorway of her bathroom, holding the glass, "uh- Do I have to turn around...?"

She was too tired to pretend to be bashful, when Lucas knew every inch of her body, "no. Get me my pjs, please?"

"Okay," he handed her the glass, "try to keep just a little down, Bell... Dots or stripes?"

"Anything," she rolled her eyes as he went through her mess of a first drawer, that housed all of the small stuff, pajamas, socks, lingerie, scrunchies, scarfs...

She kicked off her social pants, bunching it up and throwing them on the ground. Her stomach gurgled in relief as the waistband no longer squeezed it and she muffled a burp on her fist. There was a dent in her belly from where the pants had been squeezing her.

"Ugh, gross..."

"You're not gross," Lucas rolled his eyes, kneeling before her and patting her right leg, "up."

He helped her in the shorts and tank top, then grabbed the pants she had previously ditched, folding them dutifully. Bella tried not to think of how much she missed the many many fights they had had over her being messy.

She undid her bra from under the top and threw it at his head, but even distracted Lucas caught it mid air, throwing her a smug smile.

"As if you could outrun me."

"Don't, fucking, quote twilight to me," Bella kicked his thigh and he grinned back.

"What? Your favorite movie of ALL TIII-BELLA-" He giggled as she kicked his leg with even more force, before groaning as it promptly caused her stomach to slosh and jump.

"Ugh, bad idea..."

Luke frowned, putting the clothes away on top of her dresser and then stood next to her bed, "do you want me to get you the bin...?"

"Please," she nodded, even if she didn't feel like she was going to puke right at the moment, Bella knew it was going to come back sooner rather than later.

Lucas moved around and she closed her eyes, sinking in her mattress and trying to ignore the icky feeling of all the bubbles in her belly, rolling around.

"Here," he whispered, planting the basket right next to her bed, "I... Are you going to be alright?"

She nodded, opening her eyes in time to see the kicked puppy look he had on. Bella was not that strong, she thought, moving on the bed and grabbing his wrist.

"Could you... Could you stay? Just until my roommate gets here...?"

This was a bad idea, a horrible one, Bella thought as Lucas nodded eagerly, removing his shoes and then crawling into the bed with her. Horrible, terrible idea, she rolled onto her side and pressed her back to his chest, pulling his arm to wrap around her waist.

"Get some rest," Lucas whispered, planting a kiss on her naked shoulder, his hand sneaking right under her tank top to rest over her upset stomach.

A really bad idea.

#emeto fic #sickfic #stomach flu #emetophilia #mywriting #isabella martinez

[timetogosteddie]

Sorry, wrong number.

Just a little Buddie oneshot I couldn't get out of my head.

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Buck wakes up to find a single text waiting for him. As he clicks on it, he sees it’s from a little after midnight last night, just minutes after he must have dozed off. 

It takes a moment for his eyes to fully focus on the words. And the sender.

Eddie: I can’t stop thinking about you.

Fuck. He reads the single sentence three times, his heart fluttering just as bad the third time around. Had Eddie really…?

Instantly, it’s like a bucket of ice water has replaced the blood in his veins. Oh. This text wasn’t meant for Buck, was it?

But then who? Eddie had been single for a few months now, both of their latest attempts fizzling out after just a few weeks.

The end of his own “relationship”, if one could call it that, hadn’t surprised Buck as much as it maybe should have. Then again, knowing you’re in love with your best friend and trying to date people who seem nice enough to hopefully take your mind off of it until you feel something resembling that undying kind of love for them isn’t the most healthy way to deal with things. It’s also definitely not a really successful way so far.

But that could only explain Buck’s love life, or lack thereof. Eddie’s reasons for breaking things off hadn’t really been discussed. He’d mentioned being single again in passing and that he didn’t want to talk about it. That had been that. In days, it had been like neither had been in relationships until a week or two before this moment at all.

He can’t help his already spiraling brain as an almost endless list of names starts rolling somewhere behind his eyes. Bella, Belinda, Betty, Becky. Has Eddie mentioned one of those lately? Had he let slip a b-name at any point in the past few days? Because if the text wasn’t meant for Buck, which was a given, it had to be some girl whose name was close enough to Buck to be mistaken for it with sleepy eyes. 

He decides to let it go. No funny reply, no nothing. Just pretend like you never saw it to save Eddie the awkwardness, he decides. 

…But what if? No. Just no. Don’t even go there. 

Getting out of bed, he quickly gets dressed, grabs a backpack and some water and heads out to his car. Before he knows it, he’s left the busy LA traffic behind as he’s walking towards a familiar hiking trail. 

Hopefully, the beauty and quiet of nature will help him stop fantasizing about a world where that text had been meant for him.

He’s never been this happy to have a day off and absolutely no plans. With anyone. Especially not with Eddie and Chris.

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Eddie: I missed you today

Buck’s traitorous heart lets the words sink in once more, pretending they’re meant for him and him alone. Seriously though, texting someone by mistake is a harmless accident that must happen at least 10 times a day. At least! Nothing strange about that. But to do it two evenings in a row? That’s just dumb, really.

Maybe he should send something back this time. A joke or a simple “wrong number, man”. At this point, he’s not even thinking about saving Eddie from embarrassment anymore. All he can think about now is trying to protect his own sanity.

He stares at the ceiling for longer than he should, the clock ticking closer and closer to the start of his shift. Part of him wants to call in sick.

He doesn’t, though. Of course not. Because no matter how or what he’s feeling, there are people that need him. Both his colleagues and the people that require their help. He can’t call in sick just because he’s not ready to sit around and pretend to smile when Eddie inevitably starts telling him about his dating life.

Surprisingly, he’s still very much on time, as the only cars around are Hen’s and Bobby’s. This is confirmed when he heads up the stairs and sees both sitting at the table, talking.

“Morning Buck.” Bobby says as soon as he spots him, before Hen turns to face him.

Her eyes take their time tracing his whole face, resulting in a slight frown on her own. “Did you sleep okay?”

Nodding, he easily slips into the chair known as his. “Yeah, just had a bit of morning. You know how it is. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”, he adds easily, smiling a little as he waves a hand between his two colleagues. “Unless you were gossiping about me and my incredibly good looks. I can leave, if you want?” It’s easy to slip into his role as resident charming bastard and for a moment, he’s able to enjoy Hen’s fond eye-roll without thinking about anyone but the two people sitting before him.

“Morning cap, morning guys.” 

Just a moment was all he was going to get apparently. He doesn’t need to look up to know who just came up the stairs. He’d know that voice anywhere.

“Morning Eddie.” Bobby smiles, getting up to no doubt get breakfast started.

The perfect getaway, Buck thinks, standing up just as Eddie drops into the chair next to his. “I’m just gonna-“, he tells them, already pointing over his shoulder at Bobby.

Hen just nods, which is what he decides to focus on as he goes over to help Bobby. Better Hen’s completely unaware nod than Eddie’s slightly narrowed eyes that are – judging from the prickling at the back of his neck – still watching him as he starts following Bobby’s instructions.

By the time their breakfast is ready, Chim and Hen are already midway through a retelling of some emergency from way before Eddie’s time. It gives Buck a dreadful front row seat to that beautiful smile and those laugh lines that he just wants to trace with his fingers. First his fingers, then his lips…

Nope. No, definitely not appropriate thoughts to have. Not at work and definitely not about his best friend who’s in a relationship, or at least dating someone who isn’t him.

It’s not all gloom though. After two days of toying with him, the gods finally help him preserve bits of his sanity by sounding the alarm just as he puts the last plate away in the dishwasher. Doing his job and definitely not thinking about the man whose knees are knocking against his as soon as they settle into their seats in the back of the truck? That’s something he can definitely do. Well, the first part, at least. The knees? Well, he might need a moment longer.

With only short breaks in-between calls, Buck manages to successfully evade Eddie as much as possible without it being suspicious. They just happen to be in different areas of the station at all times, until the bell starts ringing again.

And if he leaves first, not even showering after his shift but just practically sprinting to his car with a short wave at his friends? Well, then that’s just Buck being Buck, sleepy and wanting the comfort of his own shower after a long day at work.

He pointedly does not notice Eddie’s frown as he steps outside the bay doors just as Buck drives off. He also definitely does not keep looking in his rear-view mirror until Eddie’s no longer visible.

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Eddie: I’m sorry

He’s still awake this time, watching in real time as the message pops up at the top of his screen while he’s uselessly scrolling through Instagram.

Right, he’s sorry. Which means he’s finally realized he’s been sending his lovey-dovey texts to the wrong person.

Should he have said something? He’d planned on texting Eddie back after the second one, but he never actually had. Was that weird? He contemplates apologizing too, just so they can fully close the door on this whole situation.

In the end, he doesn’t, deciding to just try and joke his way out of it instead.

Buck: No problem, man. You have no idea how many times I’ve been a wrong number victim. No harm done. 

It lets Eddie off the hook without any embarrassment and hopefully means he won’t wake up to another both breath-taking and heart-breaking text tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Yeah, he can’t wait for tomorrow. Turning off the tv, he slips the phone in his back pocket and slowly but surely trudges up the stairs. Maybe tonight, he’ll actually get a full 8 hours of sleep. Wouldn’t that be something?

Wouldn’t that be something, he thinks again as he rolls around in bed, unable to find a position that feels actually comfortable. His leg isn’t even playing up this time. It’s just him.

Letting out a dramatic sigh that echoes throughout the empty loft, he grabs his phone again. He pretends to simply check if his alarm is still set, but part of him is kind of hoping Eddie has texted him back.

He has.  

Judging from the little WhatsApp icon, there are two messages waiting for him. It could just be a ‘thanks man’ and a laugh emoji, right? He should be able to open it, read it, and close it again without any need to think about it further. Without any need to reply. So why is he now going back to Instagram instead of opening said messages?

He scrolls around for a few minutes, not really paying attention to the stories of his friends as he clicks his way through them. Though he’s looking at them, he isn’t really seeing them. Inside his mind, there’s only one thing: a voice telling him to man up and open the message.

It’s better to do it now than leave them for tomorrow. Because if he reads them now and they simply confirm that Eddie’s happy and dating someone, he can maybe sleep the worst of the pain off. Why prolong his own suffering, right?

Finally giving in to the voice of reason, he taps out of Instagram and lets his finger hover over the WhatsApp icon for just a second before pressing down.

Eddie: What wrong number?

Eddie: Evan… They were always meant for you.

This- This isn’t real, right? This, whatever this is, can’t actually be happening. He pinches himself, just to make sure he hasn’t dozed off already. After the coma dream, he’s definitely not trusting his brain ever again.

But no, he’s not sleeping. And seeing as he’s talking to Eddie, or at least reading a message said man sent half an hour ago, he’s not back in his coma dream.

It’s just past eleven, he’s in his sweatpants with no desire to change out of them again and there’s a pretty good chance Eddie’s already asleep. He sends the text anyway.

Buck: Can I come over?

The blue check marks appear right away.

Eddie: Of course. Use your key, Chris is asleep.

With his mind spinning and his heart beating excitedly enough to break a few ribs, he drives out into the night on autopilot. Fuck, it really is like going home, isn’t it? Seeing that familiar car in the driveway, the light near the door on as if waiting for him and those yellow flowers Chris had begged him to help him plant near the front door, because he’d just learned some new facts about bees in school and wanted to help them.

He's never felt the same sense of relief when opening his own front door as he feels whenever he gets to use his key on Eddie’s house.

Most of the lights inside are off, apart from a slight glow coming from the kitchen. He almost makes his way over there, before he spots the familiar shape he came here for. Taking a deep breath, he makes his way outside, plopping down into the chair next to Eddie’s with practiced ease. It’s like it doesn’t matter where they are and with who, his place is always right next to Eddie’s.

“Hey.”, he says softly, taking Eddie in. The man is hunched over a bit, wrapped up in an old hoodie, with one hand on a bottle of beer and the other white knuckling his phone. That can’t be good for the poor thing. “Eds?”

Slowly, the other looks up and there Buck sees it. A terrible mix of fear and sadness. Wait, did Eddie think he was mad or something? “There you are.” It comes out as a sigh, both relieved and a way to hopefully show Eddie just how happy he is to see him. No anger, no pity, just a soft smile that’s always reserved for Eddie and Eddie alone.

It’s not much, but it seems to work anyway. Just a bit, at least, as Buck sees the tiniest flicker of hope flash across that stupidly handsome face. “Hey. Want a beer?” Eddie finally says, lifting his own beer as if otherwise, Buck wouldn’t know what beer was. If his expression hadn’t given it all away, this action would have. Eddie is incredibly nervous.

“No thanks, I’m good.”, he smiles back, turning even further so his knees knock against Eddie’s thigh once more. It’s familiar, but better. Because this time, they’re not surrounded by their colleagues. And because this time, he knows Eddie wants this too. He moves his knee back a bit, before knocking it back into Eddie’s leg, just for emphasis. “Thank you for the texts.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, eyebrows rising as the hope finally settles in on his face. “I wasn’t sure you…”, he drifts off, shaking his head. “I thought I’d messed it all up.”

“Well, join the club. I spent the last two days thinking you were dating someone new and I both wanted to know everything and nothing about them. Do you know how many names start with a B? A lot. Man, I went spiraling and it wasn’t cute.” He laughs at his own idiocy, bowing his head slightly, before looking back up to find Eddie already staring at him.

Eddie is quiet for a moment, eyes just drinking him in, before his lips part into the smallest of grins. “Wrong first letter.”

Wait, what? At Buck’s confused ‘huh?’, he lets out a chuckle. The sound is carefree and happy, making Buck’s heart flutter once more. 

“You’re in my phone under Evan.” As he says it, he shrugs, as if it’s nothing. As if Eddie being the only person, next to Maddie, to make his real name sound like a good thing - a term of endearment instead of just a synonym for disappointment - doesn’t still rock him to his very core whenever he hears it.

“Oh.”, is all he manages to get out. They sit in silence for another moment, just letting it all sink in.

Then, his hand starts reaching out and as Eddie catches the movement, he turns until they’re finally fully face to face. At last, Buck’s hand meets Eddie’s slightly scruffy cheek, the feeling warm and welcome in the palm of his hand. “I can’t stop thinking about you either. Just, in case you were wondering.”

“Yeah?” It’s a sound of pure hope and happiness, addicting in a way that Buck knows he wants to hear more of it. For the rest of his life, if he could be so lucky.

Instead of answering, he leans in until they’re barely able to look at each other without going cross-eyed. Mumbling a “hm hm”, he lets his thumb trail a path up and down the length of Eddie’s cheekbone. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” It sounds desperate, like a man in the desert looking for just the smallest drop of water, and Buck swallows the noise happily as their lips finally meet.

He’s thought about this moment a lot. The kissing, not the actual setting that brought them here including confusion and unnecessary feelings of hurt. Not that, of course. But kissing Eddie? He’s pretty sure he’s been thinking of doing so since that fateful evening in the back of an ambulance all those years ago. 

Admittedly, it was lust over love back then, but even though those feelings changed, his dream of kissing the man had not. And just like most dreams, they had been nice but nothing like the real thing.

He’s kissed a lot of people in his life, that’s no secret. Some of those kisses were better than others, that’s no secret either. But this one? This is hands down the best kiss he’s ever had. And he’s going to make sure they’re each other’s last first kiss. No one else will ever get to taste these lips again, that’s for damn sure.

They break apart with a sigh, moving back just enough to catch their breath but no further. “Evan.”, Eddie says, the name sounding like a prayer.

It just makes him lean back in, pressing a soft peck to Eddie’s lips. “Like I said, thanks for the texts.”

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