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wonniesdoll · 4 months

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locked up - yjw

MDNI 18+ ONLY! this is SMUT.

- this is my first time ever writing smut, so feedback is totally appreciated but pls be kind and lmk what you think :)

- english is not my first language! do lmk if you see any spelling mistakes hihi.

warnings: female reader, throat fucking(f!receiving), chastity belt(f!receiving), anal play(f!receiving) reader can be picked up and carried, hair can be grabbed, "you" pov, vaginal pleasure denial? is there a word for this idk!! degrading word! (slut) used on reader, jungwon is readers bf and they are kinky! reader is desperate but super into what's going on

umm.. this is my first smut so lmk what else i should add here since idrk how tumblr etiquette works but lmk if i did anything wrong pls!

also how do you make text a different color without having it be underlined pls help me a girl is struggling! also sorry the layout is ugly i was struggling with all the editing omg but happy reading! if anyone has tips or anything for me or wants to be friends even plsplsplps slide into my dms I'm so nice!!!

it starts here!

an irritated whine rips out of your throat as your boyfriend, jungwon, puts the stupid, stupid chastity belt on you. the one he's been threatening to put on you as a punishment since.. well, for a long time. but today is when you managed to make him snap.

finally.

the action of him going through with putting you in the chastity belt proves to frustrate you even more, the cage encasing your throbbing pussy into an evil metal cage.

specifically designed to deny you pleasure.

"shut up, brat." he angrily mutters, his hands working harshly to secure the belt as you squirm on the bed.

"I'll be good from now on, i swear!!" another whine of protest slips out, and you immediately draw back seeing the way Jungwon's eyes narrow at you when he hears your voice once more.

"I told you earlier, baby. sluts like you don't deserve pleasure. pleasure is for good girls." he says, fastening the belt for the last time and securing the it with a small padlock before pulling back slightly to admire his handiwork, key in hand.

you're prettily sprawled out and squirming underneath him, naked, just how he likes it. your soft skin is glowing underneath the faint streams of evening sunlight filtering through the curtains and onto your desperate, pathetically adorable body.

"I'm sorry for touching myself without your permission, but isn't this a bit too harsh? a chastity belt, really?" you complain diligently, still wanting to stay on his good side for the sake of your throbbing pussy.

Jungwon simply grins in response, his dimples making an appearance and melting your heart despite your uncontrollable horniness as the chastity belt restricts you.

"i told you, no cumming for a week. how am i supposed to know you won't try to get that desperate pussy off while I'm away, hm?"

his catlike eyes glance down at the chastity belt, a metal one he had ordered to be perfectly fit for your pretty body. he smirks again before stuffing the key into his pocket and shuffling a bit further away to admire you even more.

"i won't! please just take it off, Wonnie.." you whimper, begging softly, wanting nothing more than to jump on top of him and ride his thick, hard dick until you both pass out.

"if you had been a good girl, this wouldn't have happened, you brat." he grins as he comes closer to your figure on the bed, languidly sliding his hand down the chastity belt, right where he knows your slit is dripping and quivering.

so wet. so ready for him. so naughty.

you watch him with dilated pupils. dirty, vile thoughts running through your pretty little head as he continues his teasing ministrations.

your breath hitches when his hand suddenly slips lower, tracing along the metal ring that presents your other hole to him. the forbidden one.

that's right. not only does Jungwon's punishment include denying you of your own pleasure for a week, it also includes him taking you anally, since he sure as hell isn't going to suffer through a week of no sex because of your bratty behavior.

"do you remember the rules i explained earlier, baby?" your boyfriend asks, his pretty fingers circling around your puckered hole as he watches your facial expressions carefully.

he loves you after all, and he wants to make sure you're not uncomfortable throughout this entire encounter.

"yes i do. you're not touching my pussy for a week, nor am i allowed to. you'll satisfy yourself by using my ass or my mouth." you obediently repeat the rules back to him, eyes lighting up at the smile on his face at the sight of you being so good.

"that's a good girl." he praises you, his finger dragging some of the slick on your inner thigh before lazily falling back to your asshole, which he begins teasing with that very same finger.

you jolt in surprise, trying your best to relax as you sink into the pillows, a faint whimper escaping you at the feeling of his fingertip stretching your ass out slightly as it begins tipping into you. the heels of your feet dig into the mattress slightly as you focus on the delicious feeling.

your eyes land on the bulge that can easily be seen in his sweatpants. he's been achingly hard ever since he got home, expecting to see his sweet, cute girlfriend readily waiting at the door to be able to greet him with a kiss and a hug like usually.

yet, all he was met with when he tiredly walked in after a long day of recording and practice, was a dark house along with faint moans coming from your shared bedroom.

upon further inspection, Jungwon had found you, wearing only one of his shirts. the fabric of the white cotton was draping onto your thighs as you rode a pillow. his pillow. there was a blissful look on your face as you chased your high with closed eyes and an open mouth, sweet little moans slipping from your lips as you called out for your boyfriend while having absolutely no idea that he was watching you from the doorway.

that's how you ended up in this predicament in the first place, now having little to no say in what would be done to you during the oncoming week. and you couldn't be more turned on at the thought.

the thought of Jungwon using you for his pleasure while simultaneously denying all of your needs made your pussy unbelievably wet, little droplets of your essence already leaking through the slit of the chastity belt, staining the silver metal in your juices.

you opened your legs a bit wider for him to get a good look at the sight of his finger sliding in and out of your exposed asshole, the metal ring almost serving as a guide for where exactly to train your eyes to have the best view.

"f-fuck.." you bite back a moan. anal had always been something you'd been into, and it's only recently that you brought it up with Jungwon, who was more than happy to help you indulge in your desires.

"language." you jolt when your boyfriend slaps your inner thigh sternly, yet softly. his tone isn't angry, it's a warning.

"sorry, wonnie.." you smile sheepishly as he continues to gently stretch your asshole with his fingers.

one finger, then two, then three. at this point you're a blubbering mess. uncontrollably moaning as your chest rises and falls rapidly while he fingers your asshole with a smirk on his face. "wonnie please.." you beg softly, your sweet eyes pleading with him.

"not a chance, baby." the man simply grins at you before reaching over and grabbing an adorable buttplug off the bedside table. it's metal, it has a base with a pink, heart shaped jewel that perfectly matches some of the other cute pink pieces of lingerie Jungwon buys you all the time.

he coats it in a layer of your slick that's leaked out of the slit in the chastity belt before carefully slipping it into your tight asshole, presumably to keep you nice and stretched for when he wants to use you there, which you absolutely couldn't wait for.

"please, not even anal? you really won't even fuck my ass? i need it wonnie.. please." you beg softly, wanting nothing more than to have your boyfriend's pretty cock sliding in and out of you while you moan into his mouth.

"no. you don't deserve to be touched by me right now, you've been bad." Jungwon huffs in response, making sure the buttplug is fit snugly inside of your tight little ass. his hand comes down to leave a smack on the skin of your plush ass, grabbing a handful and spreading your cheeks to get a good look at the buttplug inside you and the metal ring which would allow him to use your ass at all times if he so wished to.

his eyes then moved upwards, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he trains his gaze onto the metal slab encasing your pussy. your tight, sweet wetness. he lets out a small, audible groan at the sight of the amount of essence dripping out of the slit in the middle of the chastity belt, imagining how good your tight pussy would feel right now, skilfully gripping his aching cock as you whimpered his name.

he shakes away the thoughts, wanting to stay strong and true to the discipline he has planned for you, finally allowing his eyes to peer even higher and to look at your desperate, adorable face.

your pupils are completely dilated, your beautiful tits moving up and down with the deep breaths you take as you look deep into his eyes with the most desperate expression he's ever seen on you.

"please?" you plead innocently.

fuck.

Jungwon could smack himself in the face in frustration, his cock twitching at the sound of your sweet voice, sounding so pathetic. so pretty. so perfect. He wanted nothing more than to rip that chastity belt off you and to bury himself deep inside your wonderful pussy for all eternity.

but he didn't. he wouldn't.

"No. Now stop whining and get on your knees." his hands move to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down along with his boxers as you rush to kneel in front of him.

Jungwon smirks down at you as he pulls his hard cock out of his sweats, eyes trained on your desperate face.

your own eyes are locked on Jungwon's hard cock. the shape of his mushroom tip, each vein, each barely noticable ridge completely engraved in your mind.

you were a slut for cock. you were an absolute whore for your boyfriend's cock, though.

The man in question stands tall in front of you, grabbing the base of his cock and hissing softly as he strokes himself a few times, his free hand reaching towards your hair to grip it, gently pulling your face closer to the twitching muscle as you breathe out in contentment.

"suck." he commands, slapping his achingly hard cock onto your cheek twice.

you don't have to be told again, opening your mouth and swirling your tongue around his pink tip, savoring the taste of the precum that's been dribbling out since he got home.

a small moan escapes you just as Jungwon groans in satisfaction, leaning back against the wall as he watches you slowly work your way down his cock.

you look up into his eyes, making eye contact as you take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head.

the sight above you belongs in a magazine, or on the wall of a museum, maybe it even deserves to be displayed on one of gigantic building's screens in time square.

jungwon is looking down at you, the same intensity in his eyes that's undoubtedly being mirrored back to him as you suck him off how he likes it. his lips are parted as he groans, waiting for the perfect moment..

it's when you finally ease his cock into your willing, tight throat that jungwon knows it's okay for him to retake control. so he does.

you moan softly around his cock as both hands trail down, gripping your hair tightly, yet gently.

"tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop, yeah?" he whispers, stroking your hair affectionately before his expression hardens and he stands up a bit straighter.

you can barely nod due to his tight grip, but you both understand it. you're ready.

with that, he takes control. his hands are swiftly tangled into your hair as he thrusts forward slowly, burying his length deep into your throat and letting out what's possibly the sluttiest moan you've ever heard from a man.

you're no different, trying to trail your hand down to rub your clit before the realization sets in. you're locked. caged up. your poor clit and hole completely off limits.

you're not sure if you tear up because of the thought that you can't get off, or because of the fact that the tip of Jungwon's cock keeps slamming against the back of your throat, but you quickly focus on relaxing your throat once more, trying not to choke too much as your boyfriend fucks your face, smirking when he sees you remember the chastity belt.

"aw, my poor little slut." he grins devilishly, driving his throbbing cock in and out of your throat. "can't even get off without me, hm?" he smirks at the way you look right now.

there's an almost dollike expression on your face. to him at least. your pupils are completely dilated as you try to keep eye contact with him, there's a bunch of drool running down the corner of your mouth, and dripping down your face and onto your pretty tits, the mixture of your saliva, tears, and his precum making him twitch in your throat.

Mmm," he hums, his hips undulating in a rhythm that matches his moans. His left hand lets go of your hair, now trailing down, he gropes your breast, squeezing and pinching one of your sensitive, hardened nipples. his thrusts don't slow down at all as he lazily plays with your tits while fucking your throat.

"fuck. I'm close." jungwon warns, his hips not stilling at all as he pistons in and out of your willing mouth. you're all too turned on right now, and he can tell by the way your arousal is leaking from the slit in the chastity belt and onto the floor while you choke on his cock.

the mere thought of you being so turned on yet so helpless makes his vision go white as his orgasm washes over him. his hips twitch uncontrollably as he shoots his load deep into your throat. his hands are now both gripping your head tightly as he keeps you right where he wants- no. where he needs you as he fills your throat with his pearly cum while moaning out.

he groans out, his hips jerking violently as he empties his cum down your throat. "Swallow." he commands, his grip tightening in your hair.

and you? you couldn't be happier. your own eyes roll back as you feel his cum invade your body. the way he's holding you down so tightly, his cock absolutely enveloped by your throat as he cums down it. you obediently swallow around him, the feeling of your throat convulsing around his length making him let out another deep groan.

your nose is buried into his neatly trimmed pubic hair as he holds you there for a few more seconds. he then pumps in and out of your mouth twice to ride out his high before finally pulling out, allowing you to catch your breath.

you pant, looking up at him with teary eyes and a messy face. "i swallowed.." you inform him in a timid tone, suddenly feeling a bit shy under his gaze.

"I know," he smirks, his hand moving to stroke your cheek gently while you open your mouth to show him you really did swallow all the cum he spilled inside. "such a good girl."

you look up at him pleadingly, whimpering softly. "please, wonnie.. it's not enough!" you complain once more, tugging on the stupid chastity belt in frustration.

Jungwon giggles softly, taking his pants and boxers off completely before leaning down to pick you up and take you into his arms, carrying you to the bed with ease.

you relax as he lays you down on the bed on your back, taking another good luck at your pretty little plugged up asshole, the ring around it making it even prettier.

he's always liked jewelry on you, after all.

his hand trails down and he strokes his throbbing cock once more, cursing softly when he realizes he's still achingly hard for you.

you whimper once more, spreading your legs a bit more and pulling them up to your chest, showing off my caged pussy and the jewel on the hilt of the buttplug.

"wonnie please.. just want your cock in me. I'll be a good girl, i swear. please?" you beg pathetically, tears now dripping down your sweet face due to the sheer frustration you felt at your needy pussy being so neglected. he wouldn't even touch your ass?

Jungwon simply smirks, cooing at you before leaning over you to kiss you passionately, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste himself on your tongue as his hands trail down your body, resting on your tits as your legs wrap around his waist.

the tip of his cock leaks precum all over your caged pussy, the metal now coated in small spurts and smears of the pearly essence.

he kisses you a bit more, tongue exploring your mouth as one of his hands slide from groping your pretty tits to your hips before finding its way between your legs to gently tug the buttplug out.

you draw in a sharp breath at the intensity of his actions, a shiver running down your spine as he leans down to whisper in your ear as you feel the buttplug gently being pulled out of you.

"are you ready for me, baby..?"

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sturniolosass · 2 months

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I..want you - C.S

In which Chris tries to handle a relationship that he’s no where near ready for, and you can’t have your emotions be toyed with…

warnings: swearing, feeling neglected, uncertainty, hurt feelings, talking stage chris.

ANGST, FAT ANGST!

Chris and I have been in this "talking" stage for around 3 months but the thing is stuff has been getting really serious and its gotten to the point where we've become so attached to one another that we see each other each day and sleep in each others beds, at one point we both spoke on marriage.. not like seriously about it but what we’d like to gain from it..if you get what i mean.

But this pass week somethings been off, I've texted, I've called, I've messaged him through DMs for christ's sake.. No reply..

So today I've been contemplating heading over to the boy's place and seeing what's been going on.. maybe he's sick, maybe he's down in a rut about something... I'm not sure but I need to see what's going on maybe I'll stop by and even find out they're out of internet or something.. I couldn't imagine the reason Chris would ghost me for 3 whole days.. He doesn't even seem like the type of guy to go talking to a bunch of girls, I couldn't imagine him being unfaithful to me, even though we're barely a couple to begin with.. regardless heading over there wouldn't hurt that bad... at least I hope not..

Getting dressed I head out the door sending chris one last message before I head out to his home.

Hey, I'm headed over, i know I wasn't invited so if you don't want me over or something just let me know...

I wait 10 minutes, No response

I grab my keys and head out the door.

Arriving I hop out the car to knock on the door, I'm greeted with Matt. "Yo! what's up, Chris should still be sleep but he's in the basement if you wanna wake em" he greets. "hey, yeah I've been looking for him" I speak. He let's me in walking up the steps to the living room.. I immediately head to the back of the house towards Chris' room, walking down the steps and then the hallway leading up to his door. I hesitate, thinking of all the things that could possibly go wrong when I turn this door knob.. twisting the door knob I'm met with a pitch black room.. a sleeping Chris laying flat on his stomach with one knee bent up north.

I just sit at the edge of the bed contemplating whether or not I should wake him and risk being greeted with his morning anguish.. Being the pussy I am, I just kick off my shoes and lay with him, picking his arm up off the bed and snuggling under it cozily.. He moves mumbling under his breathe inaudible words... I soon fall asleep right next to him..

Chris' POV

I wake up unexpectedly cuddled into y/n confused as to how she amazingly got into my room yet alone my house... Things like this genuinely annoy me, I've started to distance myself for some time now because of how serious we were getting, it began to really freak me out.. from the goodmorning messages to the worrying about my sleep schedule... things started feeling all too real. Don't get me wrong I really, really like y/n but us doing all these lovey-dovey things really scares me... aggravated I head upstairs to find out who the fuck just let her come down here while I was sleeping... Once I'm up the stairs I see Nick and Matt sitting at the dining room table, Nick editing, Matt eating cereal. "ouuu Mr. lover boy is up, how was you cuddle session?" Matt jokes.."Matt shut the fuck up, who the fuck- who just let y/n in my room and when did that happen? I didn't even go to bed until like 4 am so I know it was one of you fucking early birds" I ask angrily grabbing a Brisk can from the fridge.. "wasn't me." Nick blurts.. "who cares, its not like she was gonna murder you.. she said she was looking for you.." Matt explains.. "bro I was ignoring her for a reason.." I shout.. "well she's here now, what were you gonna ghost her something? did she do something?" He asks.. "yeah she's getting all weird and clingy and shit.." .... "like asking 'how my day was' and' if I slept well' and shit" I add... Matt looks at me weirdly "you mean caring about your well being? you're such an idiot" He gets up from the table heading to his room.. "GRAB YOUR FUCKING BOWL IM NOT YOUR MAID" Nick nearly busts my ear drums yelling at Matt.. "dude are you crazy?" I ask heading to the steps that lead to my bedroom.. "shut up bitch" Nick rolls his eyes...

Your POV

I wake up in Chris' bed alone.. not worried where he went I just wait for him to come back down the steps which is where I assume he went, starting to scroll on TikTok I hear Nick scream at the top of his lungs about 'being a maid' which I laugh at..

I then hear Chris heading back down the stairs, I hurriedly sit up fix my hair worried of what he'll have to say to me, then I start to think of what I should say to him.. I don't even know how I feel.. I wanna talk about us moving forward in our relationship but I also need to figure out why he's been acting all distant lately, I hope he doesn't think I haven't noticed.. because to be honest it feels like he has literally blocked me out of his life for the past 3-4 days..

He enters the room I stare down at my feet He walks straight pass me.. I look up. He heads straight into his bathroom... I flop back down on his bed..

Getting up from the bed I decide to make it, fluffing the duvet, tucking the sheets , fluffing the pillows.. Chris has been in the bathroom for around an hour now, I hear music, assuming he's in the shower, I clean a little more. Throwing away Pepsi cans and food casing from last night, I assume.. grabbing dirty clothes off the floor throwing them in his hamper... Suddenly I hear the water and music stop.. shuffling in the bathroom continues until Chris comes out in fresh love sweats and a black tank top, dropping his dirty clothes on the bed near his bed and heading over to his computer, I grab them and throw then in the hamper to which I assume irritates Chris.. "Can you stop!" Chris shouts... "wha-" I start to speak soon being cut off, "like you're being weird leave my clothes where I left then I didn't ask you to clean for me!" He adds.. "I mean what else am I supposed to do? You've been ignoring my presence sense I got here!" I shout back... "go home! I don't fucking know!" He replies.. "what the fuck is even your problem? like what have I even done for you to react this way to me cleaning for you?" I ask genuinely confused... He doesn't respond.. "hellooo" I speak in a questioning manner... “maybe i just don’t like you anymore and don’t need you to be here, i’m starting to even question why i did in the first place like you’re being so fucking annoying and clingy” he huffs… “all you do is bug me now gosh!” he adds…. I look to the ground genuinely hurt… it honestly makes sense, every guy i like always ends up ghosting me and it makes sense why at this point.. i can’t help that i am too “caring”.. apparently that freaks out a lot of guys..

“what so this is how you treat every girl you like? or liked?” i ask.

"I was ready to drop everything and be your girlfriend, in fact my plan today was to come ask you to be with me..I was ready for everyone to know how we've been these pass few months and not give a fuck what any hater or 'fan has to say.." I say holding back emotions.. "I never said I was ready for that, I never spoke on being together like that" He speaks.. "So what? we were just gonna be 'talking' for however long?" I ask. No response.. He just continues to stare at his computer screen. I just look back and sit down on his bed. blinking back tears.. He stares at the computer screen, nothing on it, not scrolling, no video, no music, nothing... Just staring, deep in thought...

We sit in silence for around 10 minutes before I speak again

"Chris?, can you say something? because I've done nothing but try to keep things working between us.. You've ignored me for almost 3 days when before you'd message me everyday 'How are you' , 'come over' , 'when are you free' , 'lets see a movie' , 'lets hang out before I leave for Boston.' " I count off examples.. "I just don’t get how we can go from something so good.. or what I thought was good, to you completely ignoring my existence." I add.. He continues to stare at the blank screen, until.. "I don't know okay, I just feel weird when I'm around you? you're always so caring and shit like that freaks me the fuck out..." he breaks silence. "I never feel this deep of feelings for anything, its fucking annoying.." He adds... "Well, I care about you.. its true, I care about how you slept, I care if you have a nightmare, I care if you feel a cold coming on, I care if you're upset with how much I care... because I genuinely like you Chris, and I don't know maybe this is one of those " right person, wrong time" moments because I feel like we deserve each other..." I speak whole-heartedly.. He just stares at his hands... I stand up.. "maybe in another life then?" I ask headed for the door... He doesn't respond.

I grab the door knob opening it slowly hoping he'd say something to keep me from leaving...n

"wait" he speaks "I wanna try- I want you- I wanna be with you..." he adds looking up from the floor despair in his eyes. "Chris I just don't feel like you're ready for what I'm ready for.." I reply.. “i’m ready- i am” he pleads… “how when just a moment ago you were telling me you were unsure if you even liked me” i ask… He looks down at his hands, I grab my bag and keys walking out of the room..

I hear him get up rushing out the room, he slows down once he sees me standing at the steps. Walking up to me slowly he pulls me in for a kiss, which i kindly reject hoping he gets the hint.. “i like you a lot Y/N.. i just- i need time to understand my self more. i’ve been used and hurt so many times..” he tells.. I just look at his hands in mine.. letting go i turn to walk up the steps… “can i call you later?” he asks.. I turn back “i feel like time apart might actually be what we need at this time, my feelings are genuinely hurt by the things you’ve said to me today” i reply. “i didnt mean it- you know that…” he looks up at me… I walk up the steps walking past Nick and leaving the boys house “bye Y/N see you sometime again hopefully, i know my brothers an asshole” Nick yelps from the dinning table…

I smile walking out the door.. knowing that’s possibly the end of my friendship with the boys…

fin.

A/N: the long awaited.. sorry yall i got busy but here it is!!! Hope yall like Chris and his trust issues!

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adorethedistance · 1 year

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Sweet Creature - Jamie Drysdale x Reader (platonic!Trevor x reader)

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, mild roasts

Words: 1529

Summary: Domestic bliss featuring everyone’s favorite baby ducks.

A/n: I’m gonna be straight up. I fucking hate this piece. I hate it with a burning fiery passion but if I don’t post it I feel like I’ve just wasted the last few weeks that I’ve spent drafting it so here ya go

“You haven’t seen it?” I nearly screech out of pure astonishment, sitting up from my relaxed position on the couch. Jamie smiles skeptically and shrugs his shoulders with his arms outstretched lazily.

“No clue what you’re talking about.”

“Dvcree did not put their whole Pedrussy into making these Pedro Pascal edits for you to have no idea who I’m talking about.”

“Who?!”

“Ugh, that could’ve been so funny if you were just a little bit more meme-cultured. TREVOR!” I yell from the livingroom which leads the energetic boy to poke his head out of his bedroom door.

“What’s up?”

“Have you seen the Pedro Pascal edit?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you!” I make a face and Jamie to emphasize my point. He slowly shakes his head as he laughs and absentmindedly lifts the knot of his grey hoodie’s drawstring, tucking the woven cotton between his teeth. As the moment of my disbelief passes, I move over to lay down, pressing my left cheek against Jamie’s toned chest.

We’ve been laying on the couch and watching the Last of Us for the better half of an hour, with Trevor occasionally coming by to refill his water bottle and comment on the display of affection between me and Jamie. Our lazy days are nothing short of blissful and I couldn’t be more content with life at the moment.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not on TikTok!” Jamie argues while shifting to accomodate me, wrapping me in his arms, and resting the injured one on the surface of my back. What little of his skin that’s exposed is slightly cool to the touch, and I remember Jamie runs cold more often than not. I’ve been unintnentionally leeching off of his body heat since the outfit I wore today was better suited for the Irvine sun, and not his air-conditioned apartment.

“Well, you should get it. I’m tired of texting you links when I could be sending you DMs.”

“Ugh. I just can’t be bothered.”

“Whatever. Old man.” I momentarily lift my head from Jamie’s chest and pout my lips. He playfully squints at me for a second, then pecks my lips before pressing play on the last few minutes of the episode. The rhythm of his breathing is relaxing for me, and despite the episode only having five minutes left, I feel my eyelids become heavier and heavier. The warmth of our body heat between us soothes my soul, and my muscles release after a long day of productivity. If I went back in time to tell myself that a random apartment unit in Orange County would one day be the most comfortable place in the universe, I might’ve laughed in my own face.

Jamie feels like heaven.

Better than heaven.

He feels like home.

Small breaths escape my parted lips as I sink deeper and deeper into the feeling of his body against mine. And I can’t help smiling gently as I feel his heart momentarily keeping time with a song in the show. The soft fabric of Jamie’s hoodie smells like his favorite cologne over the sweet, comforting smell of his natural scent. His chest vibrates when he hums a small laugh at a joke one of the characters cracked. I’m not sure if he’s noticed my slow descent into unconsciousness, but it’s only a matter of time.

“Good episode,” he says decidedly, waiting a moment. “Y/n?” He whispers softly, unsure of my lack of response. I could say something back if I really wanted to, but with how comfortable the entire situation is, I’d rather just let the exhaustion consume me.

Jamie then grabs his phone from the armrest of the couch behind his head, opens it, and types something before his arms come to rest. In a moment, Trevor comes out of his room and asks,

“What do you need?”

“Shhhh!” Jamie hushes Trevor as he walks in loudly. “Is she asleep?” He asks quietly. Trevor shuffles around the back of the couch to stand in front of the tv, looking at my face most likely.

“Yes.”

“That was fast.”

“No kidding. She’s a cute sleeper.”

“Unlike you.”

“Hey!”

“Shhh.”

“What’s your guys’ dinner plan?”

“I think she wanted to cook something for all three of us but now that she’s out I guess I gotta do some decision-making.”

“Just order something on door dash,” Trevor says plainly as he shuffles back around the couch and into the kitchen area of the apartment.

“I got something earlier this week, my mom’s gonna ask questions.”

“I forget you’re still on her account. Loser.”

“Shut up.” The hushed tone of their chatter is comfortable and I quickly fall asleep in the safety of my boyfriend’s care.

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When I come back to, the first thing I notice is that Jamie is no longer underneath me. My eyes flutter open. I’m laying on my stomach, sprawled out on the couch under a grey blanket that I recognize to be the one-off of Jamie’s bed.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I turn to face away from the seatback of the couch and find Trevor and Jamie seated on the floor, an assortment of takeout on the coffee table in front of them. Trevor nods a greeting as Jamie takes a bite of food.

“Were you just watching me sleep?” I ask, slightly freaked out.

“Yes.” Jamie almost chokes on the bite of food, shoving Trevor’s shoulder which makes them both laugh.

“No,” he starts to clarify, “We were just sitting against the couch and when we heard you stirring, we thought it’d be funny to stare at you.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“Like, half an hour?”

“You want some pad thai?” Trevor holds out the box of food he’s eating from and I nod shyly. Jamie passes me an unwrapped pair of chopsticks and I thank him quietly, tucking into the half-eaten box. We sit quietly for all but thirty seconds before Trevor is talking about how we need background music. He puts 1989 on shuffle on the tv and Jamie and I roll our eyes perfectly in sync.

“How dare you! Both of you!”

“Honestly, Z, you’re too predictable. Only one person here out of the three of us had Taylor in our Spotify wrapped and I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t me.” I shrug from behind my box of food. Trevor scoffs before eating an entire dumping whole.

“She was in mine but she was not number one,” Jamie adds insult to injury.

“Okay then, fine. What about this?” Trevor asks, turning on a song by Luke Combs that I’ve never heard. Jamie’s expression is slightly annoyed but delighted all the same. He responds decisively,

“Much better.”

“What?! Am I missing something?” I ask.

“The whole team’s calling him Luke Combs since Jamie’s guitar learning adventure began, but he can only play two chords of one country song.” I look at Jamie for confirmation and he simply nods, biting the inside of his cheek absentmindedly.

“Really, Jame? Two chords?”

“I’m working on it!”

“Yeah, he’s working on it!” Trevor jokingly jumps in to Jamie’s defense, “Like you could do better!”

“Bitch, I can play guitar!” My argument silences both of them immediately. The two boys share a look and then Trevor is off, racing to grab the instrument from Jamie’s bedroom.

“You’re lying, there’s no way.”

“While some of you were busy dedicating a gazillion hours a week to hockey practice, the rest of us expanded our skill sets.” I take the guitar as Trevor hands it to me and situate myself before strumming a quick brush through and immediately cringing. “Your A string is flat.” Jamie looks at me confused, and I extend my hand to take the instrument from him. He yields and passes it over, allowing me to remedy the issue. After tuning the string, I smile and move to hand Jamie the guitar back but he doesn’t move. Instead he nods, urging me to play and I take a deep breath.

“It’s been a while…”

“Oh, don’t back out now!” Trevor teases and I playfully stick my tongue out at him. I adjust my grip, racking my brain for a song, any song. My mind settles on Sweet Creature by Harry Styles and I decide to just go for it. I’m a tad rusty but other than that I have the melody under control. The song is pretty enough on it’s own and I trail off after the first chorus, overcome with a newfound shyness at the looks Jamie and Trevor are giving me. Jamie’s lips are parted in awe and Trevor bursts out laughing.

“You might as well give up now, Jimmy.”

“Lucky for him, I’m an excellent teacher.” I say with a smile, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. Jamie snaps back into reality and begins blushing like crazy.

“I don’t think I’ll ever sound like that.”

“You just need practice. I have a few more years on you so of course I’m gonna sound better than someone who’s just starting. You’ve got this and worse case scenario I can help.”

Jamie smiles sweetly, and my heart skips a beat.

“Will you play it again?”

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madeforstarker · 2 months

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Hello hello hello! ♡

Made here, I accidentally (yes, 'twas an accident.) deleted my blog a few hours ago and I really couldn't make a new one as fast as I could because I had shift (I am still on shift, save me jebal~) so I had to wait until I went on break!

I'm happy and quite relieved that me and Thatis talked and settled things through Twitter DMs, we've cleared some stuff up and decided to share the PDF of Semper if anyone would want to read it again. Please add/reach out to me on discord so I can send the PDF over. Please do not repost it on any other site.

Aside from that, Incon is still incomplete but I will edit some of the stuff in there and make a PDF readily available for anyone who wants to read it. I can not promise an update but let's see! 🩷

Billionaire's Darling will be up in a couple of hours as well in AO3 and I will link it in this blog as soon as it gets uploaded.

Other works to look forward to are the last few chapters of Silver Linings, How I Met My Omega (with my love), an Omegaverse Manipulative!Omega Peter, KUHC Smut Compilations, a Sequel to Salvation in a Ring Pop and many more. 🥺 [I swear to Jesus, I have so many wips, not including the wips with other writers!]

I'd also like to apologize for being rude yesterday, I shouldn't have responded while I was mad/angry. I was wrong and I am learning from my mistakes. 🙏🏻

Anyway, that's it for now I guess? 🤗🩷

#starker #made thoughts #semper in omni mundo #semper universe #inconmutabilis #how i met my omega sf #kuhc.rp

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luvhughes43 · 1 year

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crazy over you | jack hughes x reader

luvhughes43 masterlist🌷

request: I love your blackpink fc trevor insta edit!!! what about y/n whose sibling is a famous kpop idol and she ends up dating jack? maybe she could be mark lee’s sister, nct had a concert at newark a while ago!!

ynuser just posted !

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ynuser ready for the show🪩✨

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fanone she’s going to the show??🥹🥹

fantwo queen supporting her brother🫶

yourbff she changed her outfit immediately after these photos were taken btw

ynuser stop exposing me😭😭

yourotherbff it’s true she’s now wearing an nct shirt she turned into a crop top and some jeans !

yourbff and some sparkly boots !

ynuser okay okay we get it !!

“yn! were going to be late you don't need any more pictures!” your friend shouted as she started walking ahead of you. at the rate you were going you were going to miss the beginning of your brothers show.

“just a few more just-” you yelped loudly as you felt someone's shoulder hit you. you stumbled, and your camera hit the ground with a clatter. before you could comprehend what was happening a hand was against your shoulder helping you to steady yourself.

“I’m so sorry!” a guy apologized, reaching down to retrieve your camera for you.

“it’s okay” you replied a little disoriented as you reached out to grab your camera from him. “i should've been looking to where i was going”

“were you taking pictures?” the guy asked.

“Yn!” your friends voice shouted at you as she was now even further away.

your head turned to your friends voice and jack must’ve caught on to your situation because he offered to take some quick photos for you. you posed, and jack snapped away, both of you not saying much.

“my apology,” he said to you as he handed your camera back to you.

you smiled in response. “thank you. I’m-”

“YN LN! I swear if you're not walking up these stairs!” your friends voice reverberated throughout the staircase.

“I’ve gotta go! thank you!” your voice was loud as you ran the rest of the way up the stairs to meet your friend. you could hear the unnamed mans laugh echo throughout the staircase. “im jack by the way!” you heard him yell.

“THANKS JACK!” you yelled back as your friend grabbed you by the arm and began pulling you along.

notification [instagran]: jackhughes has followed you

Instagram DMS:

ynuser: hey stranger

jackhughes: hey girl with the camera

ynuser hearted a message

ynuser: how did u find my insta?

jackhughes: your friend almost shattered my eardrum when she screamed your name so i just gave it a shot on here

ynuser: LMAOO😭 we were running late for a concert

jackhughes: haha that makes sense then! it sucks that you were late but i liked getting to meet you

ynuser: even with my friend nearly shattering your eardrum?

jackhughes hearted a message

jackhughes: even then

ynuser hearted a message

ynuser just posted !

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ynuser last night in newark❤️‍🔥

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jackhughes no 📸 credits ?

ynuser thank you stranger👍

hugheswh0re now why was he taking pics of this girl...

hockeyfan hugheswh0re because hes a normal person and is allowed to be friends with people ??

yourbff had the best time and SOMEBODY met the cutest person too🤭

ynuser i dont recall meeting any cute people🤔

yourbff like u weren't blushing and giggling all the way home...

ynuser I WASNT WTF !!!

jackhughes just posted !

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jackhughes lifes been magic📸❤️

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yourbrother ynuser THE RING??

ynuser is an accessory !

yourbrother lets keep it that way❤️

brothersfan protective activated🤣❤️

ynuser stranger🥲💘

jackhughes danger😈🔥

ynuser 😐 ok

trevorzegras congrats man🔥🔥

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yourbff CUTEST EVER ! I PREDICTED THIS RELATIONSHIP !

trevorzegras can u predict our relationship?😇

yourbff 😐😐

fanthree SHES DATING AN NHL PLAYER??? OMG????

jacksfuturegf86: WHY? WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME?? PLEASE JACK THIS ISNT YOU! THIS ISNT YOU LOOK AT ME BABY PLS🙏🙏

from then on you and jack continued to dm each other until you eventually went out on a few dates. you were honestly surprised by how well the two of you got along. you were forever grateful for your brothers show in newark and for the fact that you were running late<3

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes one shot #jack hughes fic #jack hughes insta edit #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 11 days

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rain and mint tea and rambles

Hi maggots. It's me, thinking thoughts, again. I do that far too often.

Monsoon has begun, I do believe. The stupefying heat wave broke to let water crash onto the soil, out of which puffs the scent of petrichor. Ever so often the heat builds in the day, but yields to a thunderstorm come nightfall. Perhaps it'll only last a few weeks, but I'm so glad anyway.

I made a mug of mint tea. By which I mean I dropped a teabag into hot water, in one of the five mugs Lina bought me. I was so delighted last night when the heat slowly revealed the images of a whale emoji, a photo of me edited with Crowley's eyes, and fanart of me that said happy birthday, maggot prince with the Spotify code of a playlist you all added songs to. It's been days since my birthday, but I still keep finding bits of love that you sent my way.

I love the playlist. It's as chaotic as we are. There's Cavetown and ABBA and Queen, Bollywood dance music and sad songs and rap, Taylor Swift and a Rickroll and silly songs and Disney soundtracks.

Everything looks different in the rain. The leaves lose their dusty shroud, glittering emerald and lime and quivering in the damp breeze. The light is quieter, softer, grey. It smells of life. The sky swirls with clouds like Van Gogh tried to make art but ran out of paint, with only the greyish paintwater left.

I'm sorry about all the DMs and asks I haven't replied to yet. I swear it's not because I care. It's because I care too much, I care so much that sometimes it overwhelms me. Please don't stop sending me asks because of that, though. I promise I do read them, even if it takes a while for me to reply. You aren't bothering me. You could never. I love you too much. Be as crazy as you like. It's me.

Weirdly enough, as I wrote that paragraph, Nothing New by Phoebe Bridgers and Taylor Swift played. "Are we only biding time 'til I lose your attention? And someone else lights up the room? People love an ingenue." "How do I go from growing up to breaking down? And I wake up in the middle of the night, it's like I can feel time moving. How can a person know everything at 18, and nothing at 22? Will you still want me, when I'm nothing new?"

It's difficult to believe I'm 20 now. That shouldn't be allowed. It's such a weird age, isn't it, 20? It's so, so young, it's so new, it's so terrifyingly timid.

I swear I knew more at 14 than I do now. I swear so many of you know so much more than I do. I don't know anything at all, most days. I don't know who I am. But you do. Thank you for bringing out not the best of me, not the worst of me, but the realest of me.

I love you. I got into art school, by the way. Life is not going the way I expected it to. And the horrors persist, trapping me in my dreams, suffocating me the way a pillow never could. But then I wake up and I think about you, and that keeps me going.

Look at you, saving a guy, every single day. How insanely wonderful.

The rain has stilled. My brother will be pleased, he bought a ticket to go to a cricket match. I think I'll go for a drive with my mum and Roxie. She loves drives. She knows them as 'car byebyes'. She sits on my lap in the front seat and looks out the window, nose sniffing and getting excited whenever I say look, a bow-wow and a dog passes.

I'll scoot now. If this long letter landed up on your dash and messed it up, I really do apologise, I try not to tag these. If you read it this far, then wow, hi. I love you. If you skipped to the end, I love you. If you don't read this, I love you. I love you all, so much.

I hope you have the loveliest of days.

I'll see you soon, maggots of mine.

#unravelling rambles

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tippenfunkaport · 1 year

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Inspired by a recent poll, could you tell us a bit more about the software you use for writing and the advantages with it?

Thanks so much!

Can I keep this short is the question...

So, for anyone who didn’t see the post this is referring to, I mentioned on another post that the writing software I use is...

4TheWords for drafting (brainstorming, first draft, etc)

Scrivener for all subsequent stages (editing, formatting, etc)

ProWritingAid for a final look before I submit / post

Longer version (and, like, I could talk about this all day so feel free to ask follow ups but I will try to contain myself)

4TheWords is a fantasy RPG-ish writing game where the words you write defeat monsters, earn loot, complete quests, etc. I have been playing it for five years ish and the game-ification just works really well for my brain. Earning silly little prizes and moving the game plot along keeps me motivated to keep writing when otherwise I would be a useless slug so I do most of my early stage writing on there like drafting, brainstorming, journaling, etc. It is silly but I love it and it basically saved my writing life when I was in a huge slump so they have my undying devotion. The company is also the kind you feel very good about supporting and they are HUGELY queer friendly with a big yearly Pride event with many of the main in-game characters being queer and/or trans. (The closest the game has to main characters are a lesbian couple that just got married as part of the Valentine's Day event last month!)

It costs money but a) there is a 30 day free trial of you want to check it out and b) there is a community pool if you cannot afford the fee as well as frequent sales/deals. (If anyone wants to try it out, feel free to use my referral code when you sign up because then you’ll get some extra crystals and I can send you a welcome present of some loot! If the image link above is annoying, dm me and I will give you it via text for copy and paste.)

Scrivener is very robust writing software that I use for fiction, non-fiction and scriptwriting. I only rarely use it for first drafts (bc I use 4TW for that) but I do almost all my editing / rewriting / formatting / publishing in it. I have been using it for probably about a decade and am still finding new tools and features I didn’t realize it had. I absolutely swear by it. The learning curve can be steep but luckily it’s one of the most popular writing programs in the world so there are a TON of great tutorials out there. (My advice? Just watch a video of something like the top 5-10 features and then play around and look up stuff as you have questions instead of trying to do the whole long tutorial it comes with.)

Disclaimer that I only own the desktop version. There are mobile versions that are a separate purchase from the desktop version but I don't use them.

Biggest selling points of Scrivener to me are:

while many writing services have a monthly fee, Scrivener is purchased exactly once and you can use it for life on your laptop and desktop AND you can get 50% off that one time price with a NaNoWriMo winner code (this alone is enough to buy my loyalty for life)

it’s incredibly versatile for both plotting and publishing and works really for my writing process (which is, admittedly, chaotic and weird) and has near infinite customization. It's esp great for making story bibles, organizing research, and plotting out larger works with lots of cross references and chapters you need to rearrange

as a script writer, Scrivener only cost me a one time fee of $35 and includes all updates and bug fixes until the next major version (which happens like once a decade). FinalDraft is $250 and that only includes the current version (which changes about once a year) to do the same thing. That’s a no brainer to me.

ProWritingAid is editing software. Like Grammarly but MUCH more robust with a lot more reports you can run. It’s not replacement for a human editor (AI editing can only do so much) but I like it as a second pair of eyes before I post or submit something because it does catch a lot of the basics and makes me feel a little better about sending something out. There is a limited free version and the full version can be pricey if you pay the monthly fee but I bided my time until the lifetime subscription went on sale for 50% off and paid once and now I have it to use for life.

There. That was almost short, right?

#writing #writer #scrivener #4thewords #prowritingaid #writerscommunity #writblr #writbr #writers on tumblr #nanowrimo #asks #writing software

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dizzybizz · 5 months

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pinned post time!!

hello hello welcome to my humble abode

you may call me dizzy, i'm autistic and trans, my pronouns are he/him, i am 17 years old (turning 18 this year, wish me luck) i'm swedish..

i draw and that's really about it, i am also very normal about my interests (run while you can).

some organizational tags:

my art is very creatively tagged with #my art

little scribbles are tagged with #doodle

sona tag

any non-fanart art or stupid textposts i thought of is #dizzyoriginals

i have an oc tag tho its kinda barren

reblogs is #rb

sometimes i manage to remember to tag friend art

any polls are under #polls

i sometimes post about my pets (4 cats and 2 dogs) under #mylittleguys <333

sometimes im really inconsistent about my tagging tho ngl ,,sorry

here is a sideblog for my SDV farmers: @guyandremy

i jump around fandoms a lot, my fingers are in a lot of pies but at the moment my main ones are:

witch hat atelier (<- literally my fav manga)

drawfee/drawtectives (<- literally my fav youtube channel and youtube series)

and most recently the great ace attorney (<- i bought this game as a holiday treat for myself and i have been so sane while playing i swear.)

STARRDEW AVELLRY RAGSHHGGH

i try to tag my posts properly in terms of content warnings and all, please do reach out if there's anything you feel i have missed. my dms and inbox are open!!

you are also free to send whatever silly stuff you want in my inbox, any questions and art requests, whatever you feel like really.

ok yay!! i think that's about it, "love and peace" as mr vash the stampede so succinctly put it.

(last edited: 24-3-2024)

#idk how i wanted to structure this #or what to put so uhh #LOOK AT ME GO WITH THE INTRO POST ?? only took so so so many months and over an hour of my time #writing the first part gave me flashbacks to when you'd go around and everyone would introduce themselves to the class #i will add a lil last edited thing at the bottom when.... once- i edit this

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knoxvillegender · 2 years

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pinned post! hai :3

👥 stevie, ender, ran, wil/will, mike 👥

matching w @kourys !!

ass-olotls -> aimsify -> genlossism

> 19 | they/xey/bap/star/ze ++ | system

!!! psa to please interchange my pronouns, it’s important to me that they are interchanged !!!

some interests of mine: mcyts (ex: aimsey & ranboo mainly + more), dream smp, hermitcraft, the life series, video games (ex: minecraft, night in the woods, sally face, stray, stardew valley + more), shows + movies (ex: stranger things, rick & morty, heartbreak high, sex education, it movies, spree, the devil all the time + more), literature (ex: poetry, web weaving), horror, music (ex: jxdn, lovejoy, quadeca, nf, glaive + more), generation loss, drag queens, youtubers (ex: jacksepticeye, gab smolders, sidemen, johnnie guilbert, jake webber + more) etc! please talk to me about common interests!

guy who’s an autistic aroacespec queer that is chronically online :3

• pronouns page || pronouns.cc || spotify || ao3

tagging system || list of headmate/alter blogs

my stranger things blog (@stonerharrington), my alt/personal blog (@igotpapercuts), where i rb stuff for mutuals (@ass-olotls), catkin blog (@kittybaps), for when i hit post limit (@ender-in-idiot-jail), our system blog (@originssystem), love-centric, webweaving blog, & aesthetics blog (@loverstained), rarely used age regression blog (@starshapedblue)

last date edited: nov. 12, 2023

times i’ve hit post limit (for fun): 1

more under cut!

additional interests info: LISTED THINGS ARE NOT LIMITED TO ONLY WHAT IS LISTED, i watch mainly mcyt content creators (ex: aimsey, ranboo), but i’m also interested in the dream smp (please ask me about headcanons of characters), the life series (3rd life, last life, double life, and limited life), hermitcraft, and empire smp. i mainly watch grian or scar for hermitcraft; i watch grian, scar, and jimmy for the life series; and i watch jimmy and fwhip for empires (i’ve only seen season 2)! i’m also very autistic about genloss so please—i beg you—talk to me about that :] i like an abundance of other video games besides minecraft, so feel free to ask about those as well!

BOUNDARIES!

do not spam me unless you are spam reblogging my writing or art! do not rb my neg posts without permission. do not rb my goodnight posts.

softblock to unfollow!

dm me or send an ask for me to tw something, or dm me/send an ask if i’ve done something i need to be held accountable for. also please do not dm me to chat if we are not mutuals.

DNI: tulpas, transmeds, sysmed/traumascum (sysmed reasoning here), terfs, map/pear/radqueer, radfem/tradfem, kink/nsfw blogs (i literally post about minecraft), blank blogs, ddlg blogs, discourse blogs, proship, irl shippers (especially minors), pro-ana/ed blogs, fakeclaimers, anti mcyt, c!dream apologists & cc!dream supporters, dteam/dream team supporters (yes, dream, george, and sapnap). people who sexualize and/or post nsfw of wilbur soot, harry potter stans, you break boundaries, sexists, ableists, racists, part of poppytwt/poppyblr, truthers.

BYF: i will post a lot of ranboo and aimsey, as well as other featured mcyts. i post about ranboo an abnormal amount and i do not tag it (i probably should at this point). i’m not a huge fan of quackity or slimecicle, but i will not post neg about them. i will post hermitshipping and not tag it. i don’t watch streams that often & i stay off of tumblr in general while streams are going on (usually) or i just ignore liveblogging. going off of the previous statement, i will liveblog me watching vods sometimes. i tend to spam rb and not queue. i swear and do not tag it. i use contradicting labels (ex: aroacespec and hyperromantic). please tag mcyt neg. you will be blocked deliberately if i find a reason to block you. WE ARE A SYSTEM WITH LOTS OF INTROJECTS, DON’T BE WEIRD!

[please like this post after reading!]

#pinned #long post #do not reblog!#ender.txt #more tags for fast navigation ->#my art tag #will.writes #will.webweaves #artheart #origins.system

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞

part three: she looks just like a dream (the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen)

part one | part two | part three | part four

content warnings: a student referring to girls as bitches, swearing, lack of self confidence

summary: it’s billy’s first day at hawkins high and his english teacher gives him a project to do in two weeks. the catch is that somebody else will be doing it with him…

taglist: @myobmaya @thisishellfire @hellfirehaley @taecube @steveslittlesunflower @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @wzrlds @eddies-bat @quickiesgirl @fxllfaiiry @liviawritesthings @corrodedhawkins @eddiebillysteve @wh0re-for-christian-bale @mvrylee dm comment or ask me if you would like to be added or taken off 🤍

notes: without further ado, here is chapter three even though i didn’t edit it because who has time for that these days? not me! i’m super busy with college which is why updates are really slow, please bare with me

Out of all the ways Billy expected his first day at Hawkins high to go, he never expected it to be this. Leaning against his cold locker with ink from a gel pen on his hand, reading the numbers jotted down and the surrounding area decorated with pink and yellow gel pen flowers and hearts. Out of all of the ways Billy Hargrove had expected to get Sloane Mitchell’s house phone number, a school project hadn’t been on the list.

It hadn’t even been considered.

And yet there he stood, his broad shoulders pressed against the cool surface of the locker doors behind him, looking down at her number… Until a boy who looked to be his age snatched his hand to look at it.

It was Tommy Hagan.

“Got yourself a bitch already, pretty boy?” He asked with a smirk, nudging Billy’s shoulder. “Is she hot? Fresh meat like you could snatch up a girl here in seconds, they’re all so fuckin’ desperate these days.”

“Call her a bitch again and I’ll carve your fucking eyes out—- I mean, she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. I met her last night,” he admitted, smiling to himself, her kiss still lingering on his slightly flushed cheek from the night before. And he mentally kicked himself off the roof of the building. No more aggressiveness.

Tommy clapped his shoulder twice and shot him a knowing look before turning to leave, walking down the hall, a short girl with brown hair joining him shortly after.

Let’s rewind a little to seven hours ago, 7 minutes and 6.547826 seconds to be exact before English class with Mr Green in room 34E would commence:

“A-are you Billy… Hargrove?” A bundle of energy in the form of a girl asked, bouncing up to him with a school planner encased in her arms.

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “Who are you?”

“Robin. Robin Buckley. I’m… I’m kind of nervous because you’re really intimidating looking and I… don’t know why Miss Weiss asked me to do this because she knows how nervous I get when meeting new people and I don’t know why she couldn’t just get Sloane or Chrissy or someone else to do this because everyone here likes them and they don’t like me and I’m sure you’d love them because they’re both super smart and really pretty and Sloane is the nicest person in Hawkins by far and- and she knows where everything is in here and I forget sometimes because my mind goes ninety miles an hour sometimes and it’s doing that right now and I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“Sloane goes here? As in Sloane Mitchell?” He asked, barely noticing how much his hand that was holding his water bottle was shaking.

“You know her?”

“I met her last night,” he sighed, his eyes clouding over dreamily as they followed the constellations of freckles on her button nose, a smile playing on his lips.

Her nervousness was cute in a way Billy couldn’t quite put his ring-clad finger on.

“Oh, cool cool. I’m meant to be showing you around the school so we can talk about that if you want to while we do that— Oh look, there she is!” she said, leaning against the locker next to Billy. “Sloane Nadine Mitchell, the queen of Hawkins High… Who now needs a king. You’d be a good king for her, I think. Your edginess would balance her out. And I’m about to go on a tangent so I’ll stop talking now.”

She in fact did not stop talking. For a while.

Does she introduce everyone this way?

As Robin continued, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over his peers, lots of bright colours and secrets splashing around the room. And then his eyes fell on her.

There she stood; the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, as he’d admitted to Tommy and Robin not too long ago. But just like she was beautiful she was way out of his league. The most out of his league a girl could possibly get.

Shit. His chances of getting on her good side, and even getting to talk to her again were slim to none. He didn’t even think he was worthy enough to look at her. But he did anyway.

She had her back turned slightly to him but he could still see her face, her ash blonde hair in a high ponytail with a slight curl to the end, held together with a green scrunchie. A scrunchie that would match her classic yellow, white and green cheerleading uniform.

Wearing his leather jacket, which made his heart skip a beat.

She’d been hugging her paper and textbooks for Physics with Mr Kaminski, tapping a pink pen to her lip as she listened to something another girl with the same cheerleading uniform had been saying.

“And what else did he say?” The other girl had asked, her midnight black waves swaying as she spoke, bouncing on her heels. “Did he kiss you?”

He felt his breath escalate, an ocean of a hazy feeling filling every little cell in his mind, washing away his memories, leaving only one. Last night when he met her. When she wore his jacket. When she kissed his cheek. When she looked up at him with her doe eyes, silently begging him to kiss her.

“No but I really wanted to kiss him. I had to stop myself, I didn’t wanna scare him off,” Sloane whispered, still not having noticed Billy standing three feet away from her with Robin, the raven-haired girl squealing before she could even finish her sentence.

“Tina!” She screeched, calling Tina over. “Did Sloane tell you about the boy she met last night?”

His heart sank. Did she meet somebody else after he’d taken her home? Surely not.

“No? You met someone?”

“Oh my god…” The girl who’s name Billy didn’t know asked, interrupting Tina, her eyes locking with his for a moment. “Who is that?”

“I have no idea,” Tina chimed in, biting her bottom lip, nudging Sloane’s shoulder. “Would you check out that ass?.”

Sloane smiled, her eyes finally finding Billy’s, her hand reaching up in a little wave, and he felt his world caving in from beneath him. If he were to die right now, he’d die happy, knowing that he’d captured her eye.

Billy had heard before from his biological mother that people were attracted to voices, and he didn’t believe it until he heard Sloane’s last night, each and every syllable that left her lips bouncing around his mind like a ball on a basketball court. He probably hallucinated the wave, but he could have sworn she sent him one.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he replied, the smile on his face growing even wider.

“Never thought I’d see you again, heartstopper.” Her eyes widened as soon as those words left her lips, covering her own mouth with surprise.

“Heartstopper?” He asked. “That’s a new one, pretty girl.”

Heartstopper.

Am I hallucinating this?

“It just came out… Sorry…” She looked up at him, only just noticing how close they’d both gotten to each other. The other two girls dispersed, leaving them as alone as they could be in a crowded hallway since another student that Billy didn’t know called Robin away.

“What did I tell you about apologizing?” He asked, brushing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Don’t apologize unless I’ve done something wrong?” She stated quietly, more of a question than anything, and he nodded bringing his hand back down to his side.

“Exactly,” he started, internally groaning as the school bell rang in his ears for class to start.

Laughter rang through the classroom, but it died down upon his entrance, with all eyes falling on him. Though his eyes were only on one girl in the room.

“I’d like you all to give a warm welcome to William Hargrove, he moved here recently from California. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you of this but please be nice to him.”

“It’s Billy.” He forcefully grinned at his teacher, screaming internally when she asked him to take a seat next to Robin and not Sloane, but he took his seat anyway.

Sloane sat in the middle last row to the left of the classroom, two seats diagonally away from Billy. From where he sat he could see her perfectly, watching as her hair swished in her ponytail when she turned around to flash him her pretty smile.

His breath stuttered, but he covered it up quite quickly by winking at her with a grin. Her smile widened as she turned back around into her desk, just as Mr Green began speaking again.

“As you all know by now, including Mr Hargrove, each year we do a big group assignment that spans over the course of two weeks dedicated to the art of literature. Today I will be talking about this project and separating you into groups of two. We are starting a new unit on romance literature for this upcoming semester, but before I begin I would like to see what you all can do on your own. While you are doing that I will be splitting you up into pairs”

Billy turned to look at Robin who was busy doing her math homework on her lap, straining her eyes to look at the math book she’d placed on the floor. He casted his eyes down towards the table, trying to get rid of the feeling of somebody staring intensely at the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end. But he didn’t turn around to see who it was. And it wasn’t Sloane, because she sat at the front of the classroom.

“I would like to see what works of romance you can find and how you interpret them without any help from me,” Green explained. “You’ll work in groups of two, looking for a work of literature that relates to love. It can be a poem, a short story, a play, a tragedy or a song, and I want you to make a short video that relates to your piece. You have two weeks to write and record it. At the end I expect a paper on your interpretations of the piece no shorter than 1500 words, a video that relates to your piece and a copy of the work of literature. Before you ask any questions, yes, both people have to be in it and I’ll be assigning you your partner.”

Billy shifted in his seat slightly, his knee bouncing up and down in anticipation, why was he so nervous? There was not a chance that his teacher would partner him with Sloane. Mr Forsythe Green was anything but Cupid.

“Your partners are on these sheets that I’ll be passing around along with guidelines on the project. I’ll give you a minute to look at who your partner is before I show you an example of a project two students did similar to this one three years ago.”

Billy looked down at his paper after Green had passed them around; his name written out in barely legible handwriting. Before he looked at the name beside his, he looked up at Sloane, who had a small smile creeping into the corners of her ever-so-kissable lips.

William Hargrove and Sloane Mitchell.

His heart dropped into his stomach, skipping a beat before protruding from his chest like those cartoons he used to watch when he was younger. There was no way he was reading this right. He did not just get paired up with the prettiest girl in Hawkins. The prettiest girl in the world, he corrected.

“I thought Steve and Sloane would be paired. Today’s your lucky day,” Robin said, reading Billy’s sheet. “I got paired with Nancy.”

There was absolutely no way he could focus on anything else no matter how hard he tried. Well… there was always time for gawking at Sloane. Sloane who now had to do a project with him, more than likely against her will. She probably wanted to be partnered with somebody she knew, or Steve that Robin was talking about. He wondered if Steve was the handsome boy at the back of the room with the long, shiny brunette hair.

The bell rang and Billy stood abruptly, wanting to get out of that classroom as soon as possible, until none other than Sloane Nadine Mitchell stopped him in his tracks. Remembering her middle name would be important. For when? He didn’t know. He just knew he needed to remember it.

“There you are, handsome,” her sweet voice rang like the most beautiful melody in his ears.

“Here I am,” he said, leaning against the doorframe to let other students pass him out of the classroom, false confidence taking the place of his anxiety. “You okay?”

“Just wanted to see how your first day is going,” she smiled at him. “Did you make any friends? I saw you talking to Robin a lot.”

She shoved her hands into the pockets of his her jacket and leaned against the wall next to him, their arms brushing, igniting a little flame.

“Is somebody getting jealous?” He asked, a little smirk playing on his lips.

“Um…”

“I’m just joking with you, pretty girl,” he chuckled, tucking that loose strand of her soft hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear, running his fingers through his own hair afterwards, assuring her with, “I’ll let you know when I’m being serious around you.”

“Thank you, it’s hard for me to interpret people’s emotions sometimes and sarcasm flies right over my head. Thank you for being so considerate,” she smiled and looked at him with those gorgeous amber eyes of hers, and he feels his knees begin to weaken as she looks up at him.

There was a moment of comfortable silence between them before she spoke again. “And since we’re going to be working together on Mr Green’s project I figured I’d… Um… Can I give you my number?”

Billy blinked rapidly. Did the most popular, most beautiful girl in the world just offer him her number? Oh God, reply quickly you idiot!

But his response didn’t come out as quick as he wanted it to.

“If you want to of course, it’s okay if you don’t…” Her gaze drifted to her white converse with pink and green hearts drawn on the sides with gel pens.

“I— Sorry, yes, please give me your phone number,” he stumbled over his words, and the brightness of her smile returned as he did. He let out a dreamy sigh as she took out her pens, his breath hitching in his chest as she took his hand in hers and began writing her home phone number on his skin in the most pretty writing he had ever seen.

He blushed deeply as she wrote the numbers, her tongue sticking out in concentration, before putting the cap of her pen back on. But she didn’t let go of his hand.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Trouble,” she said, lifting his hand up to her lips to give his skin a little kiss before heading in the direction of the school’s cafeteria.

Now he definitely had to do the project with her. It was solidified. Once you have their phone number that’s some serious business. He snapped back into reality a moment later when Robin tapped him on the shoulder, bringing him back to seven hours later, present time. And time to go home.

“Do you think Mr Green is trying to set me up with Sloane?” He mused, tapping his pen against his math book that he’d just taken out of his locker.

“Duh,” she scoffed, fiddling with the collar of her beige flannel. “I think he’s just looking out for you, since you’re new here. And Sloane is the sweetest person in the entire school. Including Hawkins’ Middle School.”

“And so he paired her up with me. Has he not seen my record? I got kicked out of my last school for setting the cafeteria on fire by accident,” he whisper-shouted, and Robin smirked.

“Was it really an accident?” She raised an eyebrow.

“No…” He said, a little laugh in his voice, which heightened when she elbowed him in the ribs.

“You better tell me the full story later, Dingus. Maybe he put you with Sloane because she strikes me as the type who won’t do all the work and just put your name on it and she’ll make you do your half of it.”

“How do we know she wants an A? Maybe she’ll settle for a D?”

“Keep it in your pants, Hargrove,” she snickered.

Billy rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. “Oh fuck off. But seriously, do you think I have a chance?”

“If you play your cards right, I think so. But I guess we’ll just have to wait and see…”

Two weeks to make her fall in love with him sounds as easy as tying shoelaces, but except these laces were full of spikes and on fire and he would have no fingers.

That’s how easy it was going to be.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fluff #billy redemption #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove x original character #billy hargrove x oc #fluff #angst #smut (eventually)#platonic bobin is my new favorite #fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x oc

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stevengrant-my-beloved · 2 years

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(he love me) he give me all this money I Part 1 [18+]

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summary: A brief interaction with a catfish on a sugar daddy website leads to something quite unexpected and suddenly you're on the radar of genius tech billionaire Nathan Bateman, and honestly, you don't mind the attention.

chapter warnings: just a whole bunch of swearing honestly, catfishing (?), mentions of substance use (alcohol)

a/n: okay so, i've been listening to qveen herby's sugar daddy A LOT lately and if u couldn't tell from the title, that song basically inspired this fic. i really hope y'all like it 'cause honestly idek what this is, i just pumped out 2k words while running on zero sleep , so.. let me know what u think

also just a note about the texts in this fic

> Texts like these are from Nathan. [bold and italicized]

> texts like these are from you [italicized]

Here's the thing about getting (responsibly) piss drunk with a group of friends who are all enablers and won't ever discourage you from doing stupid things on a whim, as much as it sounds like an epically bad idea, sometimes (read: very rarely) it yields positive results.

Like that one time, fueled by copious amounts of liquid courage and the encouragement of your drunk friends, drunk you had sent that presentation you'd drafted to your then crush (who might have also been an coworker at the time), basically to try and convince him that you would be a good partner, and you'd ended up getting a really adorable email back saying that he was also interested and definitely would love to go on a date sometime.

That relationship had lasted a solid 6 months (which was really great considering your track record), and it had been good run, ended amicably even. You and your now ex co-worker were still on good terms, so yeah, all in all, a positive experience.

Then there was that one time you and your friends had gotten drunk and, for some goddamn reason, had gathered all the unsolicited dick pics you'd received over the years (because again, for some goddamn reason, you still had them in your DMs) and filmed your reactions to each and every dick pic (without revealing the senders, of course), commenting on the quality of the images (lighting, angles, etc.) while also rating each dick. Sober you had then used that footage, edited it to perfection, included digital renderings of said dick pics to add to the video (because as NSFW as your channel could get, you didn't need to put actual dicks in your videos) and uploaded it to your channel.

Currently, it was your most popular video, and the one that had quite literally made you famous overnight. A bunch of commentary and reaction channels were suddenly talking about you, and you'd even gotten messages from a lot of creators you looked up to, commending you on your hilarious content and hoping to see more.

Okay so, it really was just those two instances where you'd gotten something good out of heavily drinking.

That would change soon, though, because your next drunken adventure with your friends would change your life in ways you would have never imagined (in the best way possible).

---

"I can't believe I let you assholes talk me into this-" you groan as you scroll through the dozens of messages you'd received over the past few hours on your freshly created dating profile.

"Hey, this was your idea babe, we were just being loving and supportive-"

"By encouraging me to sign up on secret benefits dot com?" you ask, glaring at your friend over the rim of your coffee mug.

For context, you'd just woken up with a killer headache (as you do every weekend, because you and your friends have zero control and always, always get drunk off your asses on the weekend) to your phone absolutely blowing up on your nightstand from notification after notification, alerting you of a new 'Daddy' that wanted to get to know you better.

Apparently drunk you had thought it would be a real fun idea to sign up to become a sugar baby, and your equally drunk friends had agreed (because of course they did).

You had begrudgingly opened some of the messages that you'd received, and most of them were pretty tame, surprisingly.

"Yeah, I'm deleting this," you mumble, clicking through the page to find the deactivation option, not before taking a few minutes to admire your own profile (drunk you had a made successful attempt at creating an enticing profile for a sugar baby, it seems).

Once you get your fill of your own pictures, you head to the deactivation page, only to be greeted with a little pop up message that says-

"Oh, what the fuck, I have to keep my profile up for a whole week?" you yell.

Your friends all groan out some variation of "keep your fucking voice down" from various parts of your bedroom, and you turn to the one friend who somehow wasn't hungover at all despite how much you all had to drink the night before.

"It says I can only delete my profile after 7 days," you say, holding up your phone so your friend could see.

"Can't you just delete the app off of your phone?"

"I could...but ugh, I don't just want my pictures up on some app like this- I need to delete my account."

"So just wait out the 7 day period, maybe chat it up with some rich men and see if they'll give you their money, I don't know," your friend shrugs, before turning back to their phone.

Huh.

"Yeah, fuck it," you mumble, going back to scrolling through the messages on SecretBenefits, looking at the profiles of all the older men you'd matched with.

Maybe this would make a fun video...

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It takes you an hour to set everything up, but eventually you're ready to film what's sure to be your next best video "Trying to Find a Sugar Daddy (Not Clickbait)".

"Hello everyone, I hope you're all having a great day," you say, waving at the camera. "Welcome back to my channel, this of course is another episode of Girls Just Wanna Have Funds, Specifically This Girl, This Girl Needs Money and She Needs It Now."

You laugh at your own stupid intro, before continuing. "So, the other day, my friends and I got together for drinks, and yeah I'm sure you can guess where this is going, we got drunk, and I ended up creating a profile on SecretBenefits, and I'm stuck with it for the next 7 days, so here we are," you chuckle as you hold up your phone, checking to see if the screen recording was still working.

"I'm not really trying to find a sugar daddy, this is purely for entertainment," you say before leaning close and whispering, "but if some rich zaddy wants to send me some money I wouldn't be opposed, ya know? Alright, so drunk me apparently already swiped on a bunch of potential sugar daddies, but I think we can do better so I'm going to try and get more matches. Obviously we're going to censor everyone's faces just in case anyone's actual father is on this app and you're watching, like, I really don't want to be involved in any family drama like that."

You set out to swipe on interesting looking profiles, commenting on just how big of a range of potential daddies this app had to offer.

"Okay, so that's not just an older man, that's literally a grandad, nope- wait, this guy included a picture of himself at his own wedding, oh my fucking god- 'looking for something discreet' he says- my guy maybe don't post your wedding pictures for anyone to find? Like I could easily track down this man's wife and snitch on him. Wait should I do that?" you ask, looking at the camera. "Comment down below if I should snitch on Matthew, 52."

You continue swiping through more profiles, occasionally snorting at the few messages that popped up from different matches.

"Okay, Dave wants to know if we've been on any other sites looking for an SD... SD? Sugar daddy? They have codes now?" you laugh incredulously. "I'm going to say...'no I haven't'."

Just as you're about to call it a day on swiping and focus on the matches you'd gotten so far, your eyes zero in on the next profile that shows up, and-

"There is no fucking way Nathan Bateman is on this app, this has to be a catfish situation right? Right?"

You look up at the camera. "I'm going to swipe right. It's probably, most definitely, not him, but if it is..." you trail off, looking off to the side with your eyebrows raised high.

It's a match!

Funnily enough, you'd actually made a video on Nathan Bateman, CEO and Founder of BlueBook. The video itself had been a Top 10 style video, where you'd rated various billionaires based on their looks and wealth, while also ranking them based on how willing you'd be to ignore their massive ego and wealth to be able to fuck them. Other notable figures on the list had been Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne and Lex Luthor (who'd ranked dead last) to name a few.

You phone pings with a new message from 'Nathan Bateman'.

NB: Hey.

hii :) quick question are you really the Nathan Bateman ??

NB: Yes, I am.

NB: Any matches?

"Imposter Bateman is asking me if I've got any other matches." You wink at the camera with a cheeky smile before typing out-

nope, just you :))

NB: I'll send u money if u send me a picture. Topless.

"Oh wow, he's getting right into it," you scoff at the camera. "No seriously, how stupid does this person think people are, because this sure as hell isn't Bateman 'cause the only pictures he has are like ones you could find online, like they're all paparazzi shots from before he moved to his private island or wherever the hell he fucked off to, and the few selfies I see here look edited so..."

You tap your chin a couple of times, before snapping your fingers

"I'm actually looking to be a sugar baby, without the sugar," you say out loud as you type out your response to Imposter Bateman, before tapping on another message thread.

"James just texted 'you look delicious', bye- okay, he looks kinda cute though, hm."

Just as you're about to type a reply, you get a notification from Imposter Bateman, and it has you gasping.

"Oh- oh my god, he just- I just got absolutely lambasted."

Imposter Bateman had replied to your earlier message about wanting to be a sugar baby without the sugar by saying-

NB: You just want my money

NB: You're not even that hot

You're still wheezing from laughing so hard when you look at your phone again to see that Imposter Bateman had deleted the conversation and blocked you.

"You guys see this?" you ask, holding your phone to the camera, even though you know you're going to be including the screen recording in post.

"Nathan Bateman, I don't know if you'll ever see this but, ouch dude. That was so harsh, you just told me I'm not hot," you pout at the camera, faking incredible sadness before laughing out loud again.

"Also, 'you just want my money'? Uh, yeah, that's what every sugar baby is here for, the app is literally called secret benefits? The benefit for me being money?" you say, shaking your head.

You go through more messages from other sugar daddies (15 to be exact), reading out their texts and formulating responses while talking to your camera, making sure to include as many funny quips you can think of before filming your outro.

"Alright guys, that's it for this video. I hope y'all have a great day and Daddy Bateman if you're watching, make up for my heartbreak by sending me eighteen hundred dollars?" you plead at the camera. "Please?"

---

The seven day wait period goes by pretty quickly, and once you deactivate your SecretBenefits account, you upload your final edited video, which had been sitting unpublished on your account for the past five days. It was short, only 10 minutes long, and it hadn't taken you a lot of time to edit, but you'd decided to post it after you'd taken down the account because the last thing you needed was for your fans to sign up for the app and try and find your profile.

The response to your video was amazing, but you expected nothing less from your loyal subscribers.

What you didn't expect though, was for them to take to Twitter and flood Bateman's mentions, asking him how he could possibly think you weren't hot. They even managed to get the hashtags #imposterbateman and #daddybateman on the trending page for a day.

And you certainly didn't expect to hear from the man himself, because the very next day, you get an Instagram notification saying @thenathanbateman_official is following you, followed by a text notification that read-

> Send me your IBAN

You blink at your phone for a few seconds before typing up a reply.

> ??

> well hello to you too mr. bateman

> Yeah hi, I need your IBAN

> can't you just hack into my shit and find out?

> why're u asking

> I can, but I thought I'd be polite and ask first.

Just as you're about to reply, you get a notification from your mobile banking app, which almost makes you chuck your phone at the wall.

You've received $1800.00 from Nathan Bateman

What the fuck?

> u watched my video???

> Videos. Saw the one where you ranked me too.

> no way- fr ?? 😭

> Fr.

> wow ummmm i hope u liked them ?? idk what to say

> Your videos are pretty funny . Liked the dick pic one.

> everyone likes that one yea

A few moments pass, and you think maybe that will be the end of that. You move to put your phone back down, but it pings with a new notification.

> Imposter Bateman was fucking blind.

> You're really hot.

welp, lemme know what y'all think-

#m writes #(he love me) he give me all his money #nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman au fic #nathan bateman fic

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vodoriga-art · 2 years

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✨🦇 !! EDIT: if you're reading this now , I made a page with super condensed OC info with no campaign spoilers and links to longer posts such as this one, in case you want to read about the whole situation. 🦇✨

@minty-wizard

TL;DR he hasn’t had any blood since he got turned into a spawn last session. He didn’t intend to feed. The party was at Ravenloft to save Ireena after Kaspar sold her out to save the party, and when they knew she was close, the artificer went for one door, my cleric went for another.. Entered a room with a giant bath full of blood, failed a wis save miserably, marched in and bent down to drink from the bath like a dog… Strahd emerged from the blood to grab him by the neck saying “Welcome to dinner :)” before pulling him in and the door slamming shut.

Long version: OK nobody asked but I want to talk about what is going on in the campaign right now because we're finishing in 2-3 sessions and I can't talk to my dnd group except the DMs about most of it yet and if I don't talk about it I'll explode. TON of spoilers.

So he sold Ireena out to Strahd in order to save himself and the party from a TPK because he wasn't ready to die in a place where his soul can't go to Kelemvor. Becoming a spawn wasn't what he expected to happen but he deserved it.

Upon waking up the party went straight to Ravenloft to save Ireena and along the way he was asked to make holy water. Obviously he's having anxiety attacks because he's a walking corpse and his soul is doomed and it's his own fault.

They manage to get inside the castle and Kaspar casts Sending to Ireena to ask where she is and she calls him a fucking piece of shit etc. because of course Strahd told her he’s the one who sold her (fair). At this point his spells are often not working because he’s undead.

They get to Strahd's study. The artificer goes to one door, Kaspar goes to the other.. Enters a room with a giant bath full of blood.. Fails a wis save miserably (DM probably drooling in delight) and rushes in, bends down to drink like a dog.. Gets grabbed by the neck and dragged inside as the door slams closed.

While submerged he chugs a lot of blood in panic.. His pulse comes back.. Man is just lost in the sauce now. Touches Strahd's neck to feel his pulse.. They had plenty of time to talk about things while the party was busting Ireena out of the other room and then him from the bathroom. The Music Of The Night playing in the background as the corruption arc really kicks in. The party finally breaks Ireena out of the bedroom and comes into the bathroom for Kaspar, who leaves with them with some hesitance.

They leave and Ireena stabs him with a fire iron but leaves it at that.

They all end up in the tower where the heart is. Ludmila is there. A bunch of bad rolls and three people including Kaspar end up on the bottom level inside of Ludmila's Cloudkill. We have spells and potions but there are not enough actions in a round to make up for the damage everyone is taking. Kaspar goes unconscious in the cloud, fails a death save, and the cloud kills him.. The cloud clears and the warlock and Ez see that his body is gone.

The party continued downward, meanwhile Kaspar eventually found himself being a mist, being drawn up, to a balcony on the big tower, with Strahd looking at the sunset over the land, the mist mostly clear and everything is beautiful etc.

Here the DM and I had a solo session of about 30 minutes… Talking about vampire things and Strahd’s backstory. Of course Strahd heavily twisted the truth and knew just what to say to make Kaspar feel understood (the cannibalism especially) and accepted. My poor naive cleric so desperate to be loved back (by a god?) and isn’t ready to die and to stop loving (?) Kelemvor, decides to swear loyalty to Strahd to ensure he can spent his immortal life looking for a cure for vampirism and stand before Kelemvor one day, no matter how long it takes... Kaspar gets on his knees (unhinged), strahd actually lifts his sleeve and offers his wrist. Kaspar drinks Strahd’s blood, they drink each other's blood... Cleric proceeds to get his back blown out for 5-6 hours along with most of his morals. And gets most Vampire stats as well.

Strahd decides he no longer wants the party to just die, but suffer because they destroyed the heart. Kaspar suggests that the wizard dying would cause them emotional pain because she’s a sweetie and that he would do it to prove his loyalty.

Last session Kaspar went to do that because lucky for me everyone was fighting Rahadin except the wizard, who was in a different room. They chat a bit and she suspects nothing and they lie down together on one of the cots there.. Poor girl died to a single casting of Blight and Kaspar made sure she fails those death saves with a dagger between the ribs. But aside from the pain of 55 necrotic damage she died pretty happy. He kisses her hair and apologizes and turns to leave because surely Rahadin has the rest of them handled.

Anyway they killed Rahadin (and Escher) and beheaded him. Ireena noticed Kaspar running away and after some group athletics checks, frostpbite, and a smite, Kaspar escapes by the skin of his teeth. (cue Scooby Doo chase sequence set to Ghost music moment).

And then after all that through some group checks and the power of friendship Ireena manages to revive the wizard and everyone is happy. Strahd is now of course FURIOUS, GROWLING, and made Kaspar pray to him like to a god after taking away his symbol of Kelemvor and dangling it in front of his face the entire time.

While the party is looking for the Sunsword and the Tome, Kaspar will patch up and clean up Rahadin’s remains because Strahd would want that and he will have a funeral and be buried in the chapel where the final fight will take place. Not to root for the villain but I am absolutely rooting for the villain right now.

#not art #strahd squad #kaspar #if you want specifics of cleric/strahd interactions feel free to ask i'll get to it when i can #cos

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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I was writing one of those “let’s react to our show” stories and in watching the movie again I noticed the people who edited it fucked up the order of scenes. They went from Monday to Tuesday to Thursday then back to Monday and then finally to Friday. And I’m the only one who caught this. Or at least I’m the only one who’s bugged by it.

The thing is it’s not a hard thing to miss. There’s a script out there to an early draft of the movie where it was longer. They had to cut a lot of stuff out to slim it down to make the movie we ended up with in the end, and the scenes are all in order in the draft. Not many people know of it I don’t think, but it’s free and readily available to anyone who wants to look it up.

Character in my fic is going to mention it because they’ve seen it a lot (more than me actually), and also because I can’t unsee it. The fic is going to be anonymous. The problem is I kind of want to post my find on tumblr too (on a sideblog I have specially for that fandom) because that’s where everyone is, but I don’t want to be connected as the author of the fic. If if two people point out the exact same thing on two different platforms, don’t you assume it’s the same person? That defeats the point of anonymity.

My blog I have for fandom meta (and a very niche au) has been inactive for a bit but it’s where I was going to post my find initially since those who follow me there are also very into the fandom (problem is I have a friend who, if he sniffs out any activity, will see that as an invitation to DM me daily and obligate me to talk to him, despite my telling him literally last week I’m taking a goddamn break... he’s been DMing me daily on our chat app ever since)

and another blog I have to voice my unpopular opinions for that fandom (I swear I blocked half the fandom bc they’re raging child antis) won’t reach that many people. I know for a fact plenty of them will see the URL and think “oh a pedo! Blocked!” so that’s a bust.

These two blogs are vaguely “friends” as far as anyone knows (meta reblogs unpop’s opinions, unpop tags meta in a bunch of shit) so it’s like two characters already, but then there’s the issue of being accused of “stealing” from myself. That’s a huge reason I refuse to post my art anywhere because my style is recognizable to people I’m trying to avoid and if it’s on anon I don’t want to be accused of “stealing” my own art, but I can’t “properly” credit without outing myself.

What should I do?

I suppose you could post meta first and then the fic could come out a while after, as if the writer saw the meta.

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necrostar · 10 months

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hi hello i swear im not dead (yet)

it's been a crazy couple weeks and muse for Yami B and all my other DM muses has been essentially absent so officially this is my low activity / semi hiatus notification.

I definitely should've made this sooner, I'm really sorry that I haven't!!

I promise I'll get back to writing here when I can or when the mood strikes!

(while i have your attention, my rp tracker broke so I don't have the damndest clue what threads I had on this blog or my multi so um if we had a thread going could you send me the last reply i'd really appreciate it.)

i'll throw out a starter call here in a bit and i'll get to them when i can!

edit: all my attention is basically over here so that's where you can find me!!

#this has been a psa #🍒 || chatty cherry

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minecraftrelatedrandomness · 6 months

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The Morning Falls Nonetheless: Writer's Cut

Alternatively, I compile my DMs with @scarletfeisty over my fic into one cohesive commentary post.

[link to fic for context]

Post may be edited in the future for further thoughts.

Before we begin, I'd like to note that the main reason I didn't swear in this fic is because I was linking it on the POWCreations Discord server (which is supposed to be PG). This also applies to the current post.

General commentary

I wrote the entire first draft in about 3 hours 15 minutes while sleep-deprived. It took me a week to edit because lore, classes, and other matters got in the way… *cough* executive dysfunction *cough*. I also compiled this writer's cut while very sleep-deprived, so there's that.

Several of the things I emphasized throughout the fic was the warmth/cold juxtaposition and the descriptors of loneliness, just to drive in how bleak the situation was. Classic symbolism, can't go wrong with that, at least not in this situation.

Timeline-wise, Section 2 (Cleo POV) took place less than 24 hours after Section 1 (Seagulls POV). Also, since I wrote the fic before the "Final Wishes" lore event, the timeline may not completely add up to the canon one, even if I kept it vague for when exactly the fic would take place, hence the "Not Canon Compliant" tag.

Section 1: Seagulls POV

I've written ages ago on the POWCreations Discord that once the parents (derog) come back to the Isles, it's on sight for the entire magpie and seagull population. This section of the fic was written as a nod to that; as I wrote in the tags, "We hate their parents, can't you tell?"

OURS! OURS! OURS!

The Finding Nemo reference in the Alex's Mobs advancement was low-hanging fruit. Still had to take it.

Chat knows whenever lore is about to go down, y'know? They know ominous signs when they see one. Yes, the chat detector would sometimes generate false positives, but I have faith that we have a keen eye and ear out for any inkling of lore. (This is why we would also not make good therapists; we thrive on suffering just as much as we do recovery.)

"Really, what has our son been wasting his time on while we were away? Cookery? Menagerie management? I thought we taught him better than that, to focus on discovery and make our name known, not silly hobbyist pursuits like this. I know I taught him how to cook, but I can't believe he's also been sharing my secret recipe beyond the family at that…"

I would like to point out that I had Aurelia say "menagerie management" instead of "zookeeping" because the English word 'zoo' didn't exist until c. 1847 in the real world, and adhering to my timeline headcanon for approximating scientific and technological advancement, it would be close to anachronistic for me to use the word 'zookeeping'.

Also, in my original drafts, Aurelia was supposed to say "to make his name known" and not "our", but I changed it last-minute for symbolic reasons.

"Not to worry, my dear. In the morning, he will know to sail in the right direction from now on."

I originally wrote something else instead of "to sail in the right direction", but decided to throw it in while at a later draft because maritime culture, maritime metaphors.

Hands that dragged sobbing children home when they got lost on the big, big island with so many new places to discover, and lips that scolded them for crying at all.

This line was directly inspired by a flashback scene from Project SEKAI, for the record, and a little from my own childhood (minus the extremely poor parenting displayed both in the game and the fic). So, in the scene, little Mafuyu (the character Scarlet and I were comparing p!Scott to) got lost at a theme park and her witch of a mother decided it would be a good time to scold her young daughter for being a "bad" child for making her worried, and then literally dragging her home.

This plot point of the parents (derog) shooting the seagull chat was inspired by a DSMP fic I once read, in which there is a scene where the main antagonist kills a chatter. (Edit: It's Between Heroes and Villains, btw.) I just decided to go the whole hog and have them commit mass murder instead.

Oh, and the Martyn quote from the deleted line is from the episode about the "In Too Deep" event, just after a failed bounty attempt.

Part 2: Cleo POV

I personally love the idea that the chats are scattered about whenever their creator-characters aren't "live". You know how we'd be in a different creator-character's chat for the time being to watch everything go down? Yeah, that's what's happening here.

In my draft annotations, I wrote that the parents (derog) see p!El as the "bad influence" behind p!Scott's very canonical Animals Georg arc; the only reason they didn't yell at her was because she was out questing at the time, and the only reason they didn't kill the dogs is because they realized just in time they weren't p!Scott's. And yes, this perception is also inspired by a tidbit from Project SEKAI. (I swear I didn't become a Project SEKAI fan before Scarlet introduced me to it, but the parallels fit too well to not make a nod.)

A voice at the back of her head whispers to her what could have happened and how it might all connect, but she has to make sure it isn't just lying to her for the goofs and giggles, as the voices tend to do.

Another last-minute addition, but I really liked writing in the implication that Cleo's chat was snitching and/or trolling.

The third thing they notice is that all the animal enclosures have gone missing.

And now for one of the saddest parts in the entire fic: the zoo is no more. While reading back the day after I posted it, I realized that I never clarified the fates of Dandi and Mabel and the Kangacrew, so I'll do that now:

When I wrote this fic, I didn't realize p!Scott brought the dogs back to the Heron base while decorating for the holidays, so in my continuity, Dandi and Mabel are still at the Nightingale base, and p!Acho is looking out for them, and if not star, then someone else in the Nightingale faction. Don't worry, they're safe, and I'm not that mean.

I think I genuinely forgot about the Kangacrew while writing this, but considering their enclosure is hidden and their existence is mostly a secret (even the rest of the Isles only know there were at least four, not two dozen of them), I'm gonna go out on a limb and say they're okay.

Another implication that hit me after posting the fic is since I kept the parent-child confrontation off-screen and vague (i.e. we only see the aftermath in the fic), we don't know what actually happened.

While I didn't intend to write it that way, the possibility of the parents (derog) forcing p!Scott to take everything down in the Heron base and to kill off the entire zoo… It's extremely messed up, but also entirely probable based the little information I gave.

In short, I didn't intend for it to possibly be this messed up, but it turned out this way, so I'm leaving it open-ended; you can decide what happened.

Whatever happened, someone or something put up a fight. Probably the cassowaries, come to think of it. How Scott managed to wrangle so many dangerous animals into his zoological collection, Cleo will never know, and at this point, probably no one ever will, other than Scott himself.

For context, cassowaries are very dangerous birds, especially males when it comes to protecting their chicks. Anteaters, kangaroos, all incredibly deadly animals too. The fact that players can tame these animals would be a monumental feat in real life (though admittedly Bank is untameable and was water-skied back to the Isles), and this paragraph is a nod to that. Shout-out to Casual Geographic for the animal commentary.

The moon and star redstone light in the corner.

I decided all the electric appliances in the mod-pack were redstone-powered so I don't have to have a headache about timeline management to prevent anachronisms. Yes, it's a hand-wave, but by that point, I was too tired and decided to let a minor detail slide.

Yeah, that's Scott's handwriting, alright, but it looks almost… too formal. Too composed, as though it were written without being driven by any emotion. Lacking in the characteristic loops and colour like what he wrote for the Heron message board…

This was another later addition because I eventually decided p!Scott isn't appearing in this fic to evoke the "I don't know what's happening to him, but whatever that is, it's not good" feeling.

In one of the older drafts, I was considering having one of the parents (derog) write the note, but that would have screamed "HE GOT KIDNAPPED" and I don't think the parents (derog) would be stupid enough to do that.

And again, I love writing style as characterization shorthand. In this case, it's more based on personal experience because my handwriting may vary depending on the situation: my "best" penmanship won me a prize when I was in upper primary school, but currently, it takes a lot of time and effort to write so neatly, i.e. the spectrum of "free" (messier, colourful) vs. "restrained" (neat and tidy, "professional" black ink, etc.).

Also, the fact that I never made specifics when pointing out the handwriting style is because of my conlanging headcanon; I haven't quite settled on a writing system yet, so I was trying to keep it vague in description.

The part about p!Cleo telling p!Water that the parents (derog) were "alright" and that she never knew her own parents were all taken from the SMP Launch Day VOD. In Cleo's VOD, it's 1:10:40–1:12:33.

I mentioned a few times throughout this section of the fic that the cobbled deepslate path is still intact, as a reminder that p!Scott made those while revamping the Heron base. A silent "I was here". That perhaps there is still hope.

#the morning falls nonetheless (fanfic)#aqua writes #my post #long post #pirates smp fanfiction

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