this cliffhanger is killing me

“Honestly like, why do writers use cliffhangers to get attention?”

YOU JUST ANSWERED YOUR OWN DAMN QUESTION IF I SPEND TIME WRITING SOMETHING I WANT MY READERS TO BE ENGAGED AND INTERESTED SO OF FuCkING CoUSrE IM GONNA USE A CLIFFHANGER YOU MOLDY BREADSTICK 

Safe and Connected

Guys I’m a writer so I grieve through words and this has been rolling around in my head, since I read about Sense8…  I personally don’t understand the struggles that many of these characters are going through, but I have empathy and I think it is beyond important that these stories are told. 

We need to tell stories about: gay men that are afraid of who they are - but overcome it through love, trans people that have found peace and love, people who grew up in non-traditional worlds, cops that respect the people they protect, women who aren’t intimidated by sex, women who are stronger than the men in their lives - and men that fall in love with those women, women that want to be known for their intelligence and love, and men that respect women and many more topics that this show was not afraid to tackle 

This is super simple, but my brain couldn’t handle the cliffhanger, so it I wrote this thing. Forever Sense8.


Safe and Connected


The fingers on the back of his hand are soft and move back and forth in a soothing motion. His whole body aches but the delicate contact made him more on edge then comforted. This is how you gained someone’s confidence when you were trying to break them: torture and pain, rest, and then let someone be gentle with them. This method works if the pain was constant your body put up more a fight, but when it was intermittent your body wants to rest, so it seeks the mild moments and relaxes.  He realizes that he isn’t strapped down and he’s about to strike out, when he hears Sun’s voice to his left.

“Be calm.” It is simple phrase just like the moment she helped him on New Year’s Eve when he and Felix were outnumbered.

The blockers or whatever they injected him with must be starting to wear off, because he can hear the voices of his cluster, but they are all mummers. “Kala.” He manages to croak out, “Whispers saw her. He knows her name; her face. You have to protect her, Sun.” He knows the woman is fiercest of them and he needs to know that Kala won’t endure this torment. He can take it, but she deserves none of it. He curses himself at his own weakness revealing Kala to their enemies.

“She is fine. You need rest.”

“Wolfgang.”

No. No. She can’t be here. He stiffens; she can’t be in this place even through their connection. He doesn’t want her to see, be frightened by all the surrounds him.

“Wolfgang you’re safe. It’s alright.”

He can feel her fingers tracing down his face, the small callus on her index finger catching on his stubble. That’s when his eyes fly open and he’s staring at the breathtaking woman, her eyes wet from crying and her hair mussed.

“You’re here?” He wonders out loud.

“I’m here? No, you’re here.” She brushes her thumb over his lower lip and he sighs at the contact. “I was so worried. So afraid we wouldn’t reach you in time. I…”

It burns, every muscle in his body screams as he thrusts himself up into a sitting position and cradles her face his hands. It’s the one time he doesn’t pause for her permission, but he’s so overwhelmed by her presence that he’s beyond sense.  He pulls her towards him and presses his lips to hers.

She whimpers and runs her fingers through his hair.

She tastes so much better than he imagined and while their connection isn’t restored because of the drugs in his system, he can feel her. Her skin is soft, but her muscles are taut, twitching as he moves one of his hands to her hips and hauls her over his body.

“No, no your IV, you’re so hurt…” Her words are muffled against his mouth, he hasn’t stopped kissing her.

“Fuck all of that.” He growls, but he does need to stop, because he did feel that IV rip out.

He hears Lito in the background sighing about lovers and their carelessness, but resists rolling his eyes because he knows the sentiment is rooted in caring. He hears unfamiliar voices as well, but he’s not concerned because he’s watching Kala refit his IV from the tools that Riley’s handing her.

Will’s hand is on his forehead, as he reassures him that they’ve got him and that for now they are safe from BPO and Whispers.

Nomi is herding everyone out of the room, suggesting that he might rest better if they all aren’t in the room making noise.

“You stay.” He meets Kala’s eyes.

Her expression is focused as she finishes her task with the IV. “Well I’m going to have to, since you seem to be intent on hurting yourself.”

She helps him lay back down and settles herself at his side, resting her head on his shoulder.

Capheus drapes a blanket over them and gives him a smile and a nod.

“You saved me.” He dares to break the silence after a long spell, but when he looks down at Kala she’s already asleep. He lets his eyes drift close and just before he drifts off he feels the spark of their connection return. He is safe, but more importantly she’s safe and that’s enough for the moment.


 Love to my Loves.

✨ H.A.T.E ✨

Peter Pan Imagine

One 

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay, @ casualcolorstarfish

Requested: Yes,  Hi, can I get one where Pan & the reader are in HS and they don’t really get along but Pan always trys ti seduce her. Pan and the lost boys have a costume party and the reader dresses up as a sexy maid and Pan takes her to go to his room and smut.,  Please make a second part to your Peter Pan fanfic! It’s really good and the cliffhanger is killing me! Also, I wouldn’t mind a smut, if you’re comfortable with writing that.. :) *slides out backdoor*,  Part 2 of H.A.T.E PLZZZZZ!?!?!?!, When is the second part of H.A.T.E coming out? I love your writing :),  When are u planning to update H.A.T.E.? 👀👀

Warnings: SWEARING | smut | long | greaser!Pan | soc!reader | cliffhang

Summary: H.A.T.E = Having All These Emotions. Y/n brings up a simple memory, only for it to open old wounds. 

Note: SCHOOL IS ALMOST OVER! ONE MORE DAY! I REPEAT! UNO! AND 2000 FOLLOWERS !! :) :) :) :)


“Follow me.”

“What part of ‘avoiding him’ did you not understand-”

“Please, love.”

Now this caught her off guard. Him, Peter Pan, the ruthless greaser that didn’t ask nicely, and took what he wanted, was begging her? Oh, she was definitely about to use this against him later. But, for now.

“Fine.”

The two of them weaved through the crowd of horny, sweaty teenagers pretty easily. Nobody paying mind to who was who, thanks to the near pitch blackness of the area and the intoxication. Y/n, being grateful of this, sighed in relief once they’ve reached the couple steps into a hall; the last thing she wanted was to be seen following a greaser to a room. 

Going further down the hall, he stops in front of a door that Y/n assumed was his room (obviously). Opening it cautiously, Peter quickly pulls her inside, slamming it back and locking it right after. Raising an eyebrow at this, she coughs slightly. 

“Uh, you wanna tell me why you locked the door?” 

Without answer, Peter quickly grabs her by the wrist (rather roughly, mind you) and slams her back into the wooden surface. Wincing slightly, letting out a small squeak at the sudden chill down her back, Y/n stares up at him in shock. 

“What the hell is your-” 

Cutting her off was simple. With his lips crashing onto her in a heated embrace was enough to make her brain stop for only a moment. For once, she was speechless. Standing still was her panic mode, not moving her body nor her lips as Peter had her wrists held tightly in his hands, trapped against the door. Finally regaining consciousness, she doesn’t hesitate to knee him right where mother nature had blessed him. 

Grunting, he pulls his head away from hers, but not letting her wrists free. They both panted heavily, Y/n staring at him with a mixture of emotions, while his was scrunched in pain. Neither of them moved as he collected himself. Opening his eyes back up, Y/n could feel her throat run dry at the sight before her. They were no longer their warm, greenish tint. They looked dark, ferocious…hungry.  Shaking his head slightly, Peter let out the deepest chuckle she had ever heard, sending an instant heat wave down to the pit of her stomach and her knees to nearly give out. Whatever this feeling was, she hated it. 

“Shouldn’t have done that, princess.” He grins, “You’ll only make it rougher for yourself.” 

“Bite me.” She barks, not daring to show weakness. Slowly letting her wrists go, Peter places his hands on her hips, tugging her closer to where she was pressed up against him. Leaning in closely, he places soft kisses on the curve of her neck, almost earning a shiver from her. Almost. 

“Oh, darling. I plan on it~” 

Not missing a beat, Peter digs his teeth into what he pegged to be a sweet spot. He was correct. The small, but audible moan slipped passed her lips before she could even stop herself. Gripping onto his broad shoulders, Y/n tilts her head to the side to give more access as he has his way with her neck. Her pride was slowly being consumed by lust every passing second; the amount of sexual frustration they’ve built over the years was finally crashing down tonight. 

Peter lowers his hands to the back of her thighs, picking her up with slight struggle, still in pain from the kick just moments ago. Holding her up against the door for leverage, Y/n doesn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around his lean waist, one hand escalating to his brown locks, tugging every time he sucked a new hickey upon her skin. Soft sighs escaped her mouth, the slight taste of pleasure forcing her hips to have a mind of their own as Y/n started grinding up into his. Letting out a quiet moan of his own caught them both off guard, him pulling away from his assault on her neck to make eye contact once again. His lips now a shade of red drew Y/n’s attention easily, her eyes softening slightly. 

“You remember James’s party, back in sophomore year?” 

The question threw him off track for a moment, judging for the fact that they are pressed up against one another, so close to doing unspeakable things to each other. Deciding to humor her, he nods. 

“Barely, what of it?” 

“When we were playing seven minutes in heaven, you and I got picked together, remember that?”

“Yeah, I remember you punching me in the mouth after I kissed you, why?” He tilts his head in confusion and also irritation. He now has a boner, and here she was talking about memories??? 

“I never told you..that you were my first kiss that day. That’s why I punched you in the mouth and stormed off. I felt like you robbed me…” 

Peter’s eyes softened, his grip on her thighs as well. “Why didn’t you say anything before we were left alone?” 

“I didn’t know you were going to kiss me!” 

“What else do you do in seven minutes in heaven?!” He lets her drop to the floor, backing up slightly in aggravation. “If it was some soc guy, you would have had no problem sucking his face off!” 

“You’re right, I wouldn’t! You want to know why?” She glares, crossing her arms over her chest, popping her hip out. Oh, boy. 

“Oh, please, princess! Enlighten me, make my bloody night!” 

“Because that soc wouldn’t have pulled my skirt down in front of the whole freshman class!” 

“You’re still bitter about that? Let the shit go, it’s in the past, take a fucking joke!” He fumes, his blood boiling. “That was nearly three years ago! And don’t act like you’re miss innocent in this whole trash fire between us!” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“The sophomore varsity football game, behind the bleachers. You kissed me, running off right after. You left me to think you finally dropped your attitude with me, only to find out the next day that it was a fucking dare!” He towers over her, making her back up against the door once again, staring up at him. “A dare, Y/n! You how low do you have to be to do that to someone’s emotions? I wouldn’t even do that, because I’m not a monster!”

“You’re being over dramatic, it was just a silly dare. What did it matter to you?” 

He groans loudly, tugging at his hair. “Are you bloody stupid? For someone with a 4.0, you really are a bloody airhead! I love you, Y/n Ln, ever since I laid my eyes on you at orientation. I just had a horrible way of showing it, and that day after finding out you played me for a fool, I swore on my life that I hated your fucking guts. That the only way me and you could ever get along was to be at each other’s throats.”

“Stop it, you’re being ridiculous. It was just a kiss-”

“Do you honestly think that your first kiss was the only one robbed? After that night behind the bleachers, I thought that you would finally give me a chance, kissing you was probably the best thing about that night…after finding out that it was just for your amusement, I felt betrayed. Everything said about you socs was clear to me. You pick on those less fortunate, to make your rich asses have a laugh. And I hated you for it.” 

It was silent for a moment after his rant, once again leaving Y/n speechless. Had she really did that to him? There was no way, greasers weren’t known for feeling ‘betrayed’. It didn’t make sense…

“Peter…I..”

“Run out of smart things to say? Well, since I have your attention, shall I go on? You realize that all this hate, anger, and bitterness is all because I was immature that day? The day the first words you spoke to me was that you hated me, I didn’t even know you knew my name! But, it broke me, so my only option was to return the words to you…for years. I’ve been lying to you and myself all this time and I’m tired of it. I want it to end. So please…” 

He pleads softly, trapping her further into the door, while placing both hands on her cheeks, holding her. She could’ve sworn she say tears resting at the brim of his eyes, just waiting to fall, but she was too focused on the sudden change in the color. Dark, ferocious…hungry. Leaning in to her ear slowly, he purrs something that definitely brought back the erotic atmosphere.

“Shut your goddamn mouth for once in your life, and let me fuck you.” 

What it’s like being in fandom in May

Me: Aw, look at that. My OTP is together and everyone is happy. How cute.

*pause*

What horrible heinous thing are the writers going to do to destroy them and crush my soul?

Little Do You Know (Pt. 1)

WONWOO SCENARIO #2

Request: A Wonwoo marriage angst au! With my own twist! This plot has been FOREVER in my head! The title is inspired by the song by Alex and Sierra! Check it out~

Genre/s: Romance, Drama, Angst

Warning/s: Divorce, Mentions of drinking, CLIFFHANGER (please don’t kill me!)


“I remember when you first told me you loved me.” She whispered, feeling him stir behind her. She never turned to face him in their bed. Long ago she stopped wishing he would wrap his arms around her to comfort her— to ease the pain in her heart. “Do you?”

She waited with baited breath for his answer. Anything. Any sign that he still loved her. That she wasn’t an idiot for staying and fighting for what they had left.

“No.”

That night she stopped fighting. She stopped making it work between the two of them, stopped asking him if he was free so they could go out by themselves. She stopped trying to kill herself with heartache for a man who had fallen out of love with her.

By the end of the week she had lost reason to stay. So, she walked out the door—

And he never came after her.


The airport was crowded— it always was but today it was overly so. She’d heard from a group of people as she passed by that some actor was coming home from filming a variety show overseas. Given her curiosity, she would have gone to check it out herself.

But she was on a different mission that day.

She had someone special to see.

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When you drop something small on the floor

comingupforblair  asked:

What did you think of season 2 of Sense8?

I LOVED IT

ALL OF THE CHARACTERS WERE AMAZING AND THE PLOT GOT WAY MORE INTERESTING AND I STG THIS SEASON WAS EVEN BETTER THAN THE LAST SEASON

and I was totally on board for Sun and Capheus to remain single because I didn’t think a romantic interest would be good for their respective story arcs but I AM IN LOVE WITH DETECTIVE MUN AND ZAKIA

THAT CLIFFHANGER KILLED ME AND I NEED A THIRD SEASON ASAP