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starberry-cupcake · 2 months

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This is a one chapter update because this chapter was 25 years long and I don't want my post to be also that long, even though you're all being super nice about it (thank you ♥).

previously, in harroweena the ninth:

this happened

now, chapter 6:

harrowbean wakes up and is taken somewhere in a wheelchair

we get no sleep in this ship

we get no face paint, no black robes, no sleep, no security from people who wanna suffocate you in your sleep, no explanations

lyctors need a union

as in unionization, not as in a combination of people, that they did when slurping their cavaliers

the person carrying her is very upset at everyone

turns out, she's a lyctor

her name is mercysomething

we have an ortus 2, a mercysomething and an augustine

harrow mentions eyes again and says that Lyctors "kept their own faces, but the eyes they stole from someone else. You had been lucky that your own transition was not as startling"

Lucky, you say...

I don't know about that

anyway, this mercysomething is supposed to be the saint of joy

I'm assuming lyctors are given their names through the ancient art of sarcasm

on that note

harrow: "if you had not of late become the Saint of Emesis"

me: wait, I gotta look something up real quick

me: yeah, that's funny

mercysomething is angry and in a hurry

a bunch of time is spent with mercysomething being angry and treating people like crap and being unpleasant

she's arguing with everyone she comes across and takes harrow to a hangar

yandere twin is sitting on a crate watching a necromancer make a ward with blood and bleeding to death in the process

harrow sits next to her and they are like sportscasters of blood-painted wards

according to the necrocasters, it's a ghost ward

yandere twin updates harrow on the fact that they're at war and they've been attacked and they're down to three Old Lyctors and two Baby Lyctors

it would explain why mercysomething is upset all the time

mercysomething wants to take the emperor somewhere else and the guy commanding the ship doesn't want to let him leave

emperor guy comes in and kind of does this to mercysomething

yandere twin and I are LIVING for all this pute/salseo/gossip/however you wanna call it

harrow isn't as interested

I complained in gideon because gideon wasn't interested in things I wanted to look into and now I'm gonna complain about harrow not being interested in Drama

emperor the fool says: "I know exactly who is behind this terrible blow, and they were fools to show their hand"

yandere twin and I

when emperor guy sees the necromancer bleeding out he goes "for fuck's sake"

it's a quote, not me being funny ha ha

remember when I said this guy is a mess?

that's becoming exponentially more evident

I want to punch him in the face at all times

I don't know how people can be respectful to this dude

the reason there isn't any face paint for harrow in this ship is that the emperor uses it every morning to paint on his clown face

they've been alive like 1000 years or whatnot and they're all a fucking group project going off the rails

so emperor guy, mercysomething, not!dulcinea (now in a coffin package), yandere twin and harrow get in a ship inside the ship

a smaller ship inside the big ship where the emperor has been for the past bunch of years

the small ship has the blood ward for the ghosts

but, before going in, emperor the fool fixes the necro that's bleeding to death

I honestly think she would have preferred to just die

which, same, if he was my boss

necros also need to unionize

cavaliers more than anyone tbh

if cavaliers unionized, idk if there would be any lyctors

emperor guy and mercysomething argue about people they know and we don't yet know

and mercysomething was telling harrow previously that the former ninth was prettier than her (anastasia, heart don't fail me now, courage don't desert me) and telling yandere twin the former third was prettier than her (cyrus? cyril? something like that)

which, absolutely juvenile behavior for someone who's like a 1000+ years of age or whatever

why would we care who she finds prettier????

ANYWAY, throughout this I was once again thinking

nobody here has G & P initials

it's been driving me mad this whole time

gideon and harrow found that former lyctor quarters

and it said "ONE FLESH, ONE END. G. & P."

that was before the note with gideon's name in it was read

and all this time I was thinking those were a set of necro-cav from the previous lyctors

but nobody here has those initials

the only P is the cavalier of Ortus 2 and there's no G

which is DRIVING ME MAD

if the G is the previous Gideon, the one not!dulcinea mentioned, it would explain why there was a note that mentioned a Gideon in the quarters

it would not, however, explain who the fuck that other gideon is, who P is and why they aren't in the list with the other combos

augustine is a former fifth because his cav's last name is quinque

mercysomething's from the eighth because her cav's last name is oct, and because she's annoying to be around

ortus 2 is from the second, because his cav's last name is dve

cyril cyrus whatev is from the third because the cav is trinit and mercysomething mentioned him to yandere twin, who is from the third

ulysses is from the fourth because the cav is tetra

not!dulcinea is seventh because the cav was heptane and because it was a very important thing in the previous book, as we've established

anastasia (dancing bears, painted wings) is from the ninth because the cav is novenary and she was mentioned to harrow

cassiopeia must be sixth, because it's what I have left, but I don't recognize the root of the last name to make a clear parallel from the top of my head

the emperor's guardian is A.L.

I'm taking note of an emperor's guardian who isn't around anymore

could it be ice cube barbie???? idk fam, she's looking at him a lot

giving me magic knight rayearth vibes again

this but with backstabbing instead of love

ANYWAY, all of this to point out that there's no G & P and it's driving me up the wall

now, to a very important thing

VERY IMPORTANT

for me, maybe it's just me

the enemies or whatever are called "remnants" and their leader apparently has been gone for "nearly 20 years"

this is me desperately making timelines with gideon's mom and gideon's birth and the 2 details I know about gideon's mom and her birth

you know what, I'm gonna quote, since I went to fetch it

"One day eighteen years ago, Gideon's mother had tumbled down the middle of the shaft in the drag chute and a battered hazard suit, like some moth drifting slowly down into the dark. The suit had been out of power for a couple of minutes. The woman landed brain-dead. All the battery power had been sucked away by a bio-container plugged into the suit, the kind you'd carry a transplant limb in, and inside that container was Gideon, only a day old."

I'm gonna just...put a pin on that that in the cork board

I don't know you guys, I'm just gonna

let me pin that

I'm probably being wrong a lot more than what I'm getting right but I'm just telling you what goes through my mind, if I'm making a fool of myself, it's too late to act like I'm not a fool

I am also putting my clown paint on like the emperor

MOVING ON

harrow thinks the emperor talks in plural about her at one point and idk if that's the case tbh

we then get emperor guy explaining how they need to go to their safe space base with a name I can't remember

a fancy name very lord-of-the-rings-y

let's call it emperor's mojo dojo casa house

and to get there as quick as they need to, they have to cut through the River

the one with the ghosties and ghoulies

that's what the ward was for

if they went through regular means, it'd take too long and, doing it this way, they could be there super fast, but they need to get in the River and come out the other way in the right spot

and intact

so it's this situation

so, in order to do that, they have to hold on to their souls and their cav souls and whatever they've got using the skills from the first test

I want to point out, once again, WHO PLANNED CANAAN HOUSE AS A TOOL TO GET LYCTORS TO LEARN THINGS?????

THEY WERE NOT DOING ALL THE TESTS

THEY WERE FIGHTING FOR THE KEYS

SOME DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THERE WERE TESTS TO BEGIN WITH

JUDITH WAS LIVING IN LAW AND ORDER

we didn't even get to all the tests, people started dropping like flies

because the emperor had one loose lyctor who thought she was in a telenovela

ANYWAY

the point is, if they drift too far while crossing the River, something else can come into their bodies

we did learn that, because it happened to duracell bunny nephew back in canaan house

but we learned it because mayonnaise uncle thought he was tough shit and ruined it, not because of the tests

harrow, doing her best, thinks "you felt alone in your head"

WHICH IS GREAT for our gideon notes

also, no camilla mention or appearance in this one

(I'm having a lizzie bennet theme going on for Reasons for the time being)

so, we're leaving harrow and yandere twin trying to learn for the first time how to not die by crossing the River because the emperor plans things terribly and mercysomething is too preoccupied being upset at everything all the time

#luly reacts to tlt #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #long post #gif cw

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hon3yteddy · 1 year

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꒰ nct dream + intimate moments i want to experience 🍞 ꒱

synopsis: tbh idk but there thing i'd generally kill to experience (this is not a joke), and add some arson too if i get to do them with dream genre(s): established relationship, romance, tooth rotting fluff warning(s): mix use of tenses, severe symptoms of delusions and signs of parasocial relationship, not reread at all !!! author's note: hanging out with newjeans at the psych ward

#𝟎𝟐𝟎𝟖 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄 . . .

― kind of cliché a cheesy... but slow dancing! mark's one of us - a hopeless romantic so he'd definitely be a sucker for a slow dance under the dim lights of your shared apartment. he'd perfectly time his movements after instantly recognising your favourite slow song (i recommend any song by laufey) drift from the kitchen as you prepare your dinner for the evening. he's heard the song too many times to count but mark never minded. he loved that about you - the little things, the big things, and everything in between.

just before the chorus, he'd slip behind you, guiding your hands with his own to carefully drop whatever you were holding, and clumsily twirl you round to face him. i can feel it in my bones that the man would do those knew weakening, borderline giggle, chuckle of his and gently pull your hand for a light kiss against the skin of your knuckles. you would find yourself resting one hand on his shoulder and the other being embraced tightly by his. mark always loves how close you feel when you're like this.

he would give you that look, the look you've seen a hundred times. it's the same one he gave you before he kissed you for the first time, the same one he wore when he finally got the guts to ask you on a date, that look so beautiful and real that your too much in a daze to notice him slip an arm around your waist. together you slowly sway to the beat of the song, forgetting the past and ignoring the future.

he holds you close, maybe too close even. yet none of that mattered. all that did was the way he was whisking you across the room, embracing you tight. feathered kisses, words of worship, lovesick eyes - truly a night to remember.

♡: mark, the foods going to burn... mk: guess so. but i'll eat anything made by you, burnt or not. ♡: the food is definitely burning right now!

#𝟐𝟑𝟎𝟑 𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 . . .

― renjun is a true artist and what is one of the most popular forms of art? paintings. he adores painting you, a truly enjoyable pastime. countless of times would you catch him sketching you, entrapping every detail of your soul onto a canvas or simply just the ripped page of a battered notebook. you have always been curious about his hobby so every now and then you'd have the honour of spending the hour painting with renjun.

there's something so dear about painting with someone you love. maybe it's the serenity, or the way the soul becomes so vulnerable yet so free on the canvas. whatever it was, things always felt so different when it would be the two of you.

evenings were always the time for such dates and soon enough the both of you would have long ago abandoned the canvases. it all had started when you had gotten frustrated with your piece of the day, for it could never compare to renjun's. so frustration took over, and you had painted a sad face on side of his face so very careful to not poke him in the eye. your shaky attempt at frown reminded you of the earlier days where it was socially acceptable to paint on one’s face and so you didn’t stop.

you enjoyed it and he could tell as he too abandoned his own piece to paint on you. the way he carefully held your giggling bod still and swirled his brush against your exposed skin from the blush of your cheeks, to the dent of your collarbones. you always found renjun prettier when he was focused and now he was focused on every part of you, adorning you with works of his own. yet none of his paintings could ever compete with the beauty of you.

♡: you always make me look so beautiful, renjun. rj: you just simply are, that's all.

#𝟐𝟑𝟎𝟒 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 . . .

― jeno is a man sent from the heavens, carved by zeus himself and blesses the undeserving earth with his presence. basically, he's a sweet man with big, beefy arms you kinda just want to chomp and snuggle against. (the indescribable things i'd do to be embraced by the lee jeno can not be said aloud.)

cuddling is a simplistic show of affection and jeno must be the best person to hug in the whole world. a true safe place in this cruel world where you can finally let yourself be vulnerable and receive the love you oh so needed.

jeno loves hugging you. if it's after work, after a hard day, on the sofa, out of the blue, the man would be at your beck and cal. sometimes you didn't need to ask. he'd would be right there each and every time and he would love every hug he got to share with you. the thought of simply hugging you is everything to this lovesick puppy.

the hugs he loves the most are the ones you just needed the most. the ones where there was no need for an exchange of words or questioning eyes, just open arms. there was no other soul on this very earth who could make you feel so loved yet so weak in his arms that you could swear you could break, and sometimes you did. but he was there, and that's all you needed.

there's something so intense between each hug - tight embraces, soft hums, tender kisses, and the alignment of both your hearts. with each hug, jeno told you he loved you without the need for a single word.

jn: … (i love you) ♡: … (i love you too)

#𝟎𝟔𝟎𝟔 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 . . .

― now it's no surprise to us when i say haechan adores physical touch. he honestly invented the love language itself. so of course, the dude is very much in love with you and the act of kissing you. every chance he got, he kissed you every time. but if there was one thing haechan loves more than kissing you, it's you kissing him.

imagine just kissing every inch of this man who deserves all the love in the world! he loves it when you kiss his moles with whispered words of praise in between. he never lets you miss one and always points out one just to get another kiss.

he's a giggling mess and you are too. hiding underneath the bed covers, tracing your hands against his bare skin, enjoying the way he writhes in anticipation for your next kiss. it's a game you both enjoy too much.

don't worry, you always get your fair share of kisses. he loves kissing the details of your skin and he loves even more the reaction he earns with each one (cocky dude). there isn't a single part of you he dislikes. oh, and if you too are blessed with moles of your own, he'll find each and every one to give a tickling kiss. sometimes he'll call them stars, sometimes its the cute dots of ladybugs - every single blemish, scar and mole would be loved, for haechan is just utterly in love with your very being down to the last detail.

hc: you know moles are where your lover kissed you in your past life? ♡: really? you must have given me these then. hc: and in your next life, you’ll have so many more for me to kiss…

#𝟏𝟑𝟎𝟖 𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍 . . .

― bubble baths. i can't explain it easily, but there's something so romantic about bubble baths. jaemin isn't necessarily joining you, but if wants to, he can hop in my imagine bath tub. he's actually the one preparing them for you. he'll always want his lover to feel a tease, he could never let you drown yourself in stress.

every now and then he would prepare the perfect bubble bath, filling the tub with hot water, scented ointments, expensive soap and even a dash of petals. you can tell he enjoys doing it too as he'll usually greeted by the man himself at the door, wearing the proudest smile. he doesn't hesitate in sweeping you off your feet, always nagging for you to relax while he takes care of everything else.

he always prepares a lot, paying attention to every detail he knows you'll love. your favourite song plays, a calming scent drift from the candles he's lit, there'll always be a glass of your favourite drink by your side and your favourite pjs hang against the door for you to slip in after.

as you lay in the bath, wading your hands against the water that’s just right, you sometimes feel shy under jaemin’s attentive and kind gaze. You may even complain about it all being too much but he’s quick to hush you with a kiss. jaemin just wants you to enjoy the serenity every now and then, he can’t handle seeing the one he loves struggling. he enjoys spoiling you and he loves seeing your tense body finally give up and melt. this week he’ll read you a book as he sits beside the bathtub, not caring if you splash a little water onto him. the next he’ll let you enjoy a movie, and the one after, he’ll bring you a meal for you to enjoy whether that be a fast food burger or home cooked pasta. chivalry could never be dead with jaemin around.

jm: it's time you to take a break! ♡: you already did this for me like last week! jm: it's not illegal for you to take regular breaks, okay?

#𝟐𝟐𝟏𝟏 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄 . . .

― you know that genre of romance scenes where the main couple help the other put on a necklace, fix a tie, button up their shirt, brush their hair etc, that - all of that. the simplicity of getting ready with a lover is so dreamy and chenle is indeed the man of everyone's dream.

the intensity shared between the two of you is unmatched. the bliss silence, hesitant touches, enchanted eye contact... gosh i'm blushing. when he stands behind you, letting his fingers graze the back of your neck to clasp the new necklace he's bought you. a compliment leaves his lips to touch upon the shell of your ear. he never dares to hide from your watchful eyes in the reflection and neither do you.

chenle lets his fingers glide down you bare back to zip the material of your outfit together. he holds you still while his hand painstakingly slowly moves up your spine for him to stop with a soft “all done”, enamoured by you and only you. and when he places you in front of the vanity mirror, threading his fingers through your hair, taking his time in watching, no, worshipping your very being in a blissful silence

the tension would almost be too much to bear. the way he gazes down at you while your busy fixing the tie he has clearly messed up on purpose. he always catches himself enjoying it all too much. something about the close proximity, focused eyes and building tension that's got his knees on the verge of buckling. just every moment chenlesees you, he swears he's fallen in love with you all over again.

cl: so b- ♡: you're going to call me beautiful again, aren't you?

#𝟎𝟓𝟎𝟐 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 . . .

― now me and mr park jisung don't have a lot in common, but we do share the epitome of being awkward (he just pulls it off better than me. so it's fair to say that hand holding would get jisung weak in the knees. he's just a tall grown man with the soul of a little child and who's hopelessly in love with you.

and i must say, jisung has got the prettiest hands i've ever seen, no wonder you can't hold yourself back from slipping your hands into his. it makes him jump every time but he'd hold hands with you forever if he could.

it begins with the two of you walking side by side and a noticeable brush of hands. then a classic pinkie lock comes into play and jisung is in a mess already. and finally you'll intertwine your fingers with his once again. it's shock to his poor heart every time it occurs. he'd never let his eyes meet your face, he's far to weak to look at your beautiful face. he would simply falter and break under your loving gaze.

hand holding is a timeless classic move that is every loner's dream. does jisung wish he could experience the sensation of holding hands with you for the first time? very much so!

♡: you're adorable, jisung. js: … (internal monologue about how much he's in love with you)

january 2023 © hon3yteddy

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rosaline-black · 1 year

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Summary: you’ve gone through life living vicariously through the characters in the novels you so regularly read. But when a rambunctious curly-haired dungeon master decides to insert himself in your day, maybe you’re forced to tare your eyes from the page.

Category: Eddie Munson X Fem!reader

Warnings: very very mild sexual references. Swearing. Kinda angst but not really. Just intensely fluffy tbh. Minors dni.

You romanticised everything. Whether it was walking home with the rain pouring down and pretending you were in some crappy rom-com or listening to music while you sat in the library, everything had to be romanticised. Your theory as to why was quite simple, romance had never come easy to you. Nobody had ever asked you out, nobody had ever as much as flirted with you before. Your love life was, and had always been stagnant.

So, when a rambunctious metalhead was leaning against your locker, twiddling his hair between his long lean fingers like a schoolgirl in love, you stopped in your tracks. Maybe he was high and thought your locker was his? That made the most sense logically.

With hesitant steps, you simply walked to him, eyes already wide at this bizarre scenario. Slipping off your headphones and clearing your throat, the boy in question jumped in his spot before chocolate brown eyes were staring at you. He had those classic glowing doe eyes that could be mistaken for street lamps in certain lighting. Eddie Munson was just so pretty. Prettier than you had ever realised. The more you stared wordlessly the more you began to romanticise this meet-cute. That was until he finally spoke, and you were reminded that romance movies were not real life (and usually written by women).

"Can I help you?" His words were colder than you had expected. Could you help him? The nerve of this boy to question you when he was the one standing before your locker.

"Well, you're blocking my locker..." Unfortunately, the words didn't come out as strong as you had hoped, you should have limbered up your throat before speaking. Now you probably came across as some random scared girl who was afraid of the big bad freak at Hawkins High. In reality, you were scared of pretty much anybody.

The guy in question's eyes softened at your voice. He looked almost apologetic. Your heart fell into your throat at his next action. With a flourish of his arm, Eddie twirled nearly tripping over his own feet in the process, trying to make a big drama out of moving from your locker to the next. Instead of acknowledging this you simply put in the combo and grabbed what you needed, basically hiding your face in your locker out of embarrassment.

It's not that you were ashamed to be seen with Hawkins's resident king of freaks, you just didn't enjoy the attention he warranted. Since starting high school, you had done everything in your power to remain as forgettable as possible. You only had one real friend, Robin the band girl, who had the same strategy you did. Survive. Get in, get out with no trace. Then you could live your real life once running away from this shitty town.

"Ignoring me won't work..."

His voice was like a song, and you screwed your eyes shut once more. You were sort of using that child-like defence. If I can't see him he can't see me. Annoyingly he was right though, ignoring him was futile. You'd provoked him, proved that his company wasn't something you craved, and now he would do anything to hold your attention. Slamming your locker shut you turned to him, crossing your arms across you like a form of protection, a coat of arms if you will.

"What do you want Eddie?"

"Ah, nothing princess... just bored you see..."

That love-obsessed sado within sighed once again. Obviously, he didn't seek you out for any particular reason. This wasn't a romantic gesture or a sign of fondness, he was just bored. They were always just bored. You didn't stop to talk any longer, turning on your heel and walking as fast as possible down the hall. Your headphones went back on, and new order pumped around your body. Your steps grew faster with every fast beat, completely missing the body who was following behind you like it was their only mission.

Eddie had spotted you months ago, although you probably didn't remember your interaction. It was menial at best, you dropped your cassette, and he picked it up and passed it to you. That was all. Yet you didn't leave his mind. The scared animal look you had going on drew him in. Not because he thought it was entertaining but more intriguing. Why did you hide from everyone? Never present, just keeping your head low, letting the music be your distraction from everyone and everything.

For whatever reason, you hadn't left his mind over the past couple of weeks, and after many lunch times spent bumbling about you to the other hellfire members, Dustin snapped and ordered him to just go speak to you. Maybe he hadn't realised it yet, but it was pretty obvious to everybody else that he was harbouring a crush on you.

So, when the interaction started with you looking around shamefully, almost fearful of his presence in itself, his guard went up just like your own. Stupid was the only word he could think to describe himself right now. In a fit of desperation, Eddie reached for your shoulder, tapping it lightly which caused you to trip, landing on your knees.

His chocolate eyes widened and as you slipped off your headphones he could practically feel the humiliation. A few kids were laughing to themselves, pointing at the girl who had just stacked it. When you turned around your eyes were filled with fury, in all honesty, Eddie was frightened (and a tad turned on).

What annoyed Eddie even more, was that you didn't shout at him, call him out on his admittedly dumb behaviour, no, you simply walked the other way towards the school exit. The attention seeker couldn't take it.

This was exactly why you were the way you were. Those leaches that joined any bandwagon they could to make themselves feel better laughed at you. In theory, nobody would care in an hour, but you would. Your over-obsessive brain would replay the cringeworthy moment over and over until you wanted to puke. As you fell asleep that night you were betting on the fact that your heart would plummet and your toes would curl just at the memory of your embarrassing blunder.

What was worse was that damn pretty metalhead had been the cause of your humiliation. He had sauntered after you and caught you off guard, again. What pissed you off even more was you couldn't bring yourself to be mad at him. His wide terrified eyes told you all you needed to know about his intentions, and really that's all that mattered.

Coming to a stop in the middle of the woods behind campus, you stumbled across a bench that you could rest at. Screw the rest of the day, biology could miss you for just one period. Taking off your blaring headphones, you let your head rest in your palms for a moment, just taking in the sounds of the wind blowing the trees, the scurrying of squirrels and the approaching footsteps-

Wait, footsteps?

"I come in peace I promise..."

Eddie freaking Munson.

Raising your head to look up at the voice, you couldn't help but frown. Was he here to mock you? Were your presumptions wrong about his guilty expression?

"Can't you just leave me alone? Can't you bother someone else with your boredom?"

You rarely spat venom like that, but the built-up stress and anxiety spilt over. You regretted the minute he pulled his pink bottom lip between his teeth like a scolded schoolboy.

"I just wanted to apologise... I think we got off on the wrong foot..."

His eyes were dripping with longing. You almost felt guilty, even though you hadn't done anything wrong. And to be fair to the puppy dog-eyed dude before you, he hadn't done much wrong either, well not on purpose anyway.

"Fine... I accept your apology... can I just listen to this in peace please?" You gestured to your Walkman and instead of leaving Eddie took tempered steps even closer.

"Uh... what are you listening to?"

He looked cute when he was nervous. Did you make him nervous? I mean you were probably the most calm person from day to day, the fact that you made him nervous was quite perplexing. Finally thinking over his question you sighed and pulled out your mixtape, sliding it to him. All of the songs were listed on the side and as Eddie wrapped his long ringed fingers around it, you had to force yourself not the choke on the air. Get it together.

"Woah... some real obscure shit on here... impressive..."

He seemed genuinely happy with your selection and it made your heart grow hotter, well your entire body for that matter. It's not that you sought out his approval or anything, it's just the smile that had formed on his face was something you wanted to stare at over and over.

"Thanks... uh... I might head home now..."

Just like always, the minute something felt nice or out of the ordinary, you ran. With a brief wave, you left Eddie Munson staring at the place you had just been sat.

The following week nothing much changed for either of you. Eddie had made no effort to seek you out again which was relieving but also... disappointing?

That night when you went home your embarrassment had been fought by the aching in your chest. The kind of longing you'd feel diving into a shitty romance novel you'd gotten for a dollar at the thrift store. Shamefully the difference this time was the man in your head wasn't some six-foot-seven muscled Casanova but a lanky tatted dork.

His hand caressed her inner thigh as his large brown eyes met her own and-

NOPE. No no no. You wouldn't allow yourself to turn whatever the hell that arbitrary hour was into some sick romantic fantasy just because you were lonely. Though maybe you didn't have a choice? Since every time your eyes would read the page your brain would shift the words to fit the description of the dungeon master walking towards you.

Walking towards you?

Shit.

"Hi sorry... hi... uh are you busy?" His palm collided with his forehead like he had said something obscene "Sorry of course you are you're reading... I'll leave you to it..."

The fact that the boy, before you seemed so apologetic for merely speaking with you, put your heart in a vice shaped like his ring-clad hands. It was clear he was as used to being thrown aside like you. Always conditioned to believe he was an inconvenience, too much or not enough. No matter how terrified he made you, no way could you allow yourself to make him feel that way.

"Stop... no I'm not busy... the books shit anyway..."

Pivoting on the ball of his foot, Eddie was now face to face with you. Two pairs of eyes locked in the middle of the library.

"I just wanted to say hi again... and uh I was wondering if you were busy later? They're doing a reshowing of the breakfast club tonight at the movies and well... shit I don't know if you wanted to go... with me?"

If you were to compare yourself to any creature at any point in your life, a goldfish wouldn't have come to mind straight away. Your memory was pretty swell. However, the way your mouth opened and then closed... and then opened again contradicted the fact. You were a fucking goldfish.

"If not it's totally cool... you probably already have like plans or something so no worries-"

"I love the breakfast club..."

Finally, words formed. Dumb words. Very very stupidly obvious words. But words nonetheless.

"I know..."

He knows?

"You... know?"

The nerves on his countenance began to morph into a darling shyness. The big bad Wolf of Hawkins High was certainly more a red riding hood type, his cheeks matched her hood perfectly.

"Well, I heard... well asked Buckley what kinda movies you liked and uh... she said that... I coulda guessed honestly simple minds were on your mixtape... and uh you got the whole pre-makeover Alison look going for ya which is sick by the way..."

Maybe you were both red riding hood. Your face is set alight and it was only then did the romance novels and the unrealistic tropes fly from your mind. Not only had this delightfully odd creature before you ask you out, but he'd gone to the effort to ask about you. Not just ask about you, but know you. Know you enough to ask you out to your favourite fucking movie.

Clearing your throat, and finding the courage to rise from the safe zone of the library desk chair, you let yourself warm into a grateful smile.

"Im free tonight... and I'd be happy to watch the breakfast club for the eighth time with you..."

"Only the eighth time? Well sweetheart my chariot can pick you up at seven..."

The shyness melted into that same bravado you assumed he exuded during D&D campaigns.

"Well good sir I look forward to it"

Your dorkiness matched his. And in that moment Eddie Munson decided that his favourite princess was not Leia. But you.

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #stranger things #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie x reader #rosaline black

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missstolensweetheart · 4 months

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Bad dreams ༄☆.˙🍓

Drabble! Smut!

TBH+C!dom!Alex turner x sub!fem!reader

Warnings : cheating! nightmare! insecurities! unprotected sex!

Summary: you have a nightmare that Alex cheats on you. He comforts you and your insecurities. And he fucks you🤭

You walked into the backstage of a venue with the intentions of surprising your boyfriend, Alex who had been on tour for a month now. You missed him terribly, missed his doe eyes, his soft hair, his kisses in the morning when the sun would peak through the windows. In short you missed him tons.

You shuffled through the backstage staff it was 30 minutes before show so you can imagine how busy it would be backstage. You made your way to his dressing room hesitating before grabbing the door handle. You tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge… “he’s probably just changing” you said calming your anxiety. You knocked on the door gently

“Al” you said only loud enough for him to hear. You heard rustling on the other side followed by footsteps. He opened the door just enough for you to see him, his hair was a bit messy and his shirt looked like it had been thrown on

“Hey you what’re you doing here?” His tone was suspicious but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions

“I came to see you, now let me in” you said with a smile then pushing on the door trying to force it open

“No babeh I don’t think-“ you managed to push it open enough to see a half naked woman sitting on the small two seater sofa, she was pretty… prettier than you. She had green eyes and black hair that fell onto her shoulders.

You felt your heart shatter. Nothing like you’ve ever felt before a mix of grief, anger, sadness hit you at once overwhelming your mind. Your eyes became foggy and watery, your knees felt as though they were going to buckle…

“fuck” you managed to get out.

You shot up in your bed breathing heavily, eyes watering, “it was just dream” you repeated in your mind. you knew it wasn’t real but you still couldn’t shake the feeling. Alex stirred in his sleep

“babeh?” His voice sleepy and deep making you want to cry.

You inhaled deeply holding back tears and your shaky voice “yeah?”

“You okay?” His hand found it’s way to your waist squeezing it gently

“Yeah, bad dream.” You tried to brush it off like it was nothing but it was the complete opposite

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“You sure?” He was always persistent

“Yeah” You tried to slow your breathing down as best as you could

“Alright..”

“I’m gonna go to the toilet real quick” you made up some fake excuse to get away for a moment, you just needed a minute

“Mm’k goodnight my love” he removed his hand from your waist turning back over on his stomach , gently burying his face in the pillow

You walked to the bathroom carefully shutting the door as quiet as you could in order not to disturb Alex. You sunk down on to the floor letting the rest of your tears flood out, you couldn’t believe you were crying over a stupid dream, you at least spent 20 minutes in there crying and then at some point looking at yourself in the mirror pointing out all your flaws. Alex must have felt that you were missing because about 25 minutes after walking into the bathroom you heard a knock at the door

“Babeh? You okay?” He said in a drowsy worried voice that made you want to cry more

“Uh y-yeah” you failed at holding back your sobs this time, a loud one escaping your lips

“Open the door… please?” Almost sounded like he was begging you couldn’t imagine how worried he was

You opened the door with a shaky hand. Your eyes met his, he immediately grabbed you pulling you close to him you almost collapsed in his arms

“Shh it’s okay I’ve got you..” he rubbed your back in circles

Once your crying had calmed down he brought you over to the sink you sat on the counter while he grabbed tissues, you wiped off the tears staining your face, you felt a bit embarrassed that you had just sobbed over a stupid nightmare

“Now do you wanna tell me what this is really about?” He pulled your chin up forcing you to make eye contact with him

You hesitated but eventually spoke up “I had a bad dream…”

“About what love?” He look at you with those big doe eyes, you couldn’t keep a thing from this man he was your weakness

“You cheated on me” your eyes looked anywhere but at his

“Oh babeh…” he put arms around your waist positioning hisself between your thighs resting his head in the crook of your neck “you know I would never do that right?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck “I know… its stupid that I’m even crying about it”

“It’s not stupid ,doll.” He reassured you

“I just feel like… I’m not pretty enough for you” your voice quivered as the tears threatened to come back

He pulled back slightly looking into your eyes once more “are you serious? You’re beautiful. You’re the prettiest girl in the whole damn world. Shit compared to you I look like a homeless man” he chuckled and so did you

“There we Go Theres that beautiful smile I love” he looked at you with admiration

You sighed “I know you love me and you think I’m beautiful but sometimes it doesn’t feel that way even though I know it’s true..”

His smiled dropped into a frown “Does it not feel that way right now?”

“Yeah..” You mumbled

“Can I make it feel that way?”

That sparked your interest “how so?”

“You’ll see” he said with a sly smirk leaning closer and kissing your lips before moving down to your neck his beard tickling your bare skin made you giggle

“Al..” you said feeling the urge to stop him because honestly he really didn’t have to do this

“Yes babeh?” He looked up, his eyes immediately changing your mind

“Never mind..” he carried on with his kissing then gently suckling on your neck his hands made their way under your shirt toying with your bare breast you hissed at the feeling of his cold hands

“May I?” He motioned to take your shirt off in which you responded with a eager nod. He slipped the thin fabric over your head tossing it to the side. He crouched down slightly bring his mouth to your breast sucking on them, you know it’s going to leave hickeys but you couldn’t care less.

After a few minutes he pulled his mouth away from your sensitive breast.

“Get up.” You were confused at first but then followed his orders standing in front of him. He grabbed your shoulders turning you around to face the bathroom mirror

“Do you see yourself babeh?”

“Mhm” obviously you could see yourself it was a fucking mirror after all

“Do you see how pretty you are?” He hand snaked around you waist

You hesitated.

“Do you see how pretty you are?” He repeated a bit more forcefully

“Mhm” You nodded

“Good girl” his hands moved down from your waist to you hips

You swallowed hard. He gently pulled down your oversized pajama pants

“You see how pretty these breast are?” He cupped your breast “and how pretty these hips are” he squeezed your hips

“Mhm”

“That’s my good girl..” he kissed your neck his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

He pushed the dark red panties you had on down.

“Bend over for me doll.” You obliged your body pressing against the cold marble counters. You heard shuffling behind you. Your eyes rolled back when when he shoved his cock inside you, he gave you a second to adjust to his size, he didn’t have a ten inch cock or nothing but he was a decent size and thick. His thrust started slow one of his hands moved from your hip to chin forcing it up.

“Look at how pretty you look while I fuck you.” You looked up at mirror in front of you you felt a bit silly when you looked at your self but when you looked at Alex behind you, you were turned on more by it.

He tutted “look at yourself doll not me” you adjusted your gaze back to yourself but every once in a while stealing glances at him.

His thrust got faster and harder “you feel so good, princess”

You couldn’t help but moan and whimper his name. Once he hit your g-spot you moaned loudly he took that as cue to hit that spot harder he grunted. “fuck..” he said breathily

“Alex… I-I’m close- “ he cut you off

“I know pretty girl. Cum with me.” His last were thrust were hard and fast, you came hard and he came soon after, cum dripping down your thighs. He pulled out and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you up gently and supporting you

“Let’s get you cleaned up beautiful” he smiled then leading you took the shower.

He truly made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

(A/N coming back with a bang. this is my first time writing in a while and my first time writing smut. Please have mercy on me🙏🙏😭😭)

#alex turner x reader #alex turner #x reader

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sunshinebarbie · 11 months

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only love can hurt like this

pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader x Changbin warnings: angst, language, alcohol consumption, very light and brief spicy moments (like very mild pg smut), also some very harsh exchange of words (that will NEVER happen in real life), oh and once again so likely inaccurate information. words: 4,167 parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | FINAL taglist:@q1sng, @sp00ky-spr1te, @yumiblogs, @muddy-waters, @ilysunki, @qtieskz, @axel-skz-main, @skz-codeeee a/n: okay so i was iffy like REALLY iffy about this part, because i am digging myself into a drama hole so deep i honestly don't know how i am going to pull out of it!! like so many things are happening and idk how it is going to go from here tbh! i have part 5 in the process but trying to figure out a turning point is like...hard haha but please enjoy!

Things have quieted down for the most part, it’s been officially three weeks since your break up with Bang Chan, and he seemed to be doing better. At least according to Felix when you last saw him for lunch the other day.

Still, as you gently and carefully put on your make-up you couldn’t help but shake the feeling that agreeing to going to this event with Changbin wasn’t the best idea. You didn’t want to ruin any progress that Chan was having.

You pulled through the boxes of your clothes, there was a beautiful red dress that you have been dying to wear, but through each box you ripped open it, just didn’t seem to be there. You were shuffling through the last box when you pulled out a black dress that shaped your body perfectly. You frowned at the dress and just decided it was the only option.

Carefully you smoothed the fabric of your dress and looked at yourself in the mirror. Getting lost in your reflection you couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. Memories of the last event you attended with Bang Chan crept up. You swore you could feel his warmth behind you as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your neck. “you look beautiful, I don’t want anyone to see you.” he teased.

The knocking on the door pulled you from that trance, you opened your eyes only to see yourself holding your tummy where you pictured Chan’s hand were holding you tenderly. You sighed and reached for your clutch and headed to the entrance.

You opened the front door, Changbin looked at you with wide eyes. His mouth slightly open as he scanned you from top the top of your head to the bottom of your feet.

“y/n” he whispered. He realized how weird he sounded and cleared his throat. “you look absolutely beautiful” he gushed.

“you sure it’s not too much?” you stepped out of the door and closed it behind you. “i mean, it’s just a album launch.” you chuckled. Changbin didn’t seem to hear, he was still focused on how stunning you looked. Tonight, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

“Binnie?” you waved your hand in front of his eyes playfully. “hmm? Oh, uh-” he blushed. “no we’re not late, or-” he looked at you as you covered your smile trying not to laugh. “or-what did you say?” he was now chuckling at his own nervousness.

“are you sure it’s okay for us to go together?” you swallowed the lump of nerves in your throat. “as friends?” the last part of that was hard to say.

You felt like you might have exposed yourself a little more than you wanted to, because Changbin shifted the weight of his stance and ran his fingers nervously through his hair.

Changbin smiled and nodded in response. “yeah, just-” he exhaled “friends.” You stepped towards Changbin and picked a speck of lint off the shoulder of his sleeve and wiped away the tiny mound of fabric creating a smooth surface again.

“now you look perfect too.” you looked into his eyes, and he was looking back into yours. Never had you seen a prettier shade of brown.

“ready?” he cleared his throat while looking away. “yeah.” you replied quietly, he allowed you to walk in front of him, and offered to hold your clutch as you controlled the skirt of your dress to walk down the stairs.

You both arrived at the JYP building, immediately the sea of paparazzi blinded you by the flashes of their cameras as the doorman opened your car door.

You felt the nerves in your tummy but immediately the feeling eased as Changbin grabbed your hand and shielded you from the lights.

Without stopping he walked you into the building and stopped until you were both out of the view of the paparazzi. “you okay?” he asked looking to see if anyone could see you both. “yeah,” you nodded and looked down at your hand still being held tightly by his.

“but I don’t think that convinced anyone we are just friends” you joked. Changbin saw where your gaze was and dropped your hand. “yeah, sorry. I just thought the less pictures of us together would give people less of a reason to think we are dating.”

You looked up and noticed Bang Chan with a drink in hand standing parallel to you and Changbin. “we should go inside.” you walked past Changbin and towards the coat check in.

Changbin watched you walk away, and his focus went over to Bang Chan. He sighed and walked over to his friend who turned away sipping his drink as if he wasn’t just staring.

“Chan.” he approached him. “there’s nothing going on huh?” Bang Chan swirled the ice in his glass. “there really isn’t” Changbin replied. “I invited her over because-” he tried to think of a reason that didn’t sound like he was trying to date you.

“because why?” Bang Chan downed what was left of his drink, and left the glass on the table next to a few other empty or forgotten glasses.

“because, she is my friend too in case you forgot” Changbin replied annoyed. “i get that you're still getting over the break up but that doesn’t mean the rest of us have to cut ties with her.” he added.

Bang Chan looked at his friend and pushed himself off the stair railing he was leaning on. “well it’s your life Changbin, you don’t need my permission for who you can or can’t hang out with” he slurred and left.

Changbin huffed in annoyance and went to check in his coat, you were already in the event, the music blasted loudly, echoing the lyrics off the walls. You spotted Felix, Han and Seungmin standing by a photo booth taking photos.

You waved at them, Han noticed and motioned you over. “hey! What are you doing here?” Felix noticed you finally. He pulled you into a hug and nudged you towards Han who hugged you next followed by Seungmin.

“Changbin invited me the day you guys helped me with my stuff.” you replied. “oh, where is Changbin?” Han looked around, “i’m not sure, I lost him at the coat check in” you shrugged. “but we’re just friends so-” you frowned.

Felix looked at Han and back at you, “do you say that to everyone? Like about us too?” Seungmin teased. Just then Changbin appeared. “drink?” he handed you a glass of red wine. “thank you” you smiled and took a long sip.

“so are you guys going to sit with us?” Han asked, seeing Bang Chan was sitting with Lee Know and Hyunjin at the table. “uh-” Changbin looked at you. “only if-” he pointed to you and towards the table. “you sit with your friends.” you interrupted. “i can find a seat for the plus one’s” you smiled.

The announcer called everyone to their seats. Changbin looked at you disappear behind a crowd of people. He found his seat next to Jeongin and Lee Know.

You blended in with the wall, your glass in your hand as TWICE took the stage. The girls performed earning thunderous applause. You finally spotted an empty seat two tables away from the boys’ table. You took a seat and the waitress hurried over to top off your drink.

Another walked over and placed a dinner plate in front of you. You kept looking over at the boys’ table. Bang Chan was leaning over talking to Changbin, the two started laughing about some kind of joke and you smiled seeing that their bond was still stronger than ever.

The girls performed their last song and thanked everyone for being there. The waitresses began to clear tables and the DJ started to play music to keep the party going. “seat taken?” Changbin pulled the empty chair next to you out and took a seat.

“it is now.” you joked. “Sorry for ditching you.” he sighed. “no, it’s fine.” you shrugged. “this is your world, and I'm just tagging along.” you joked.

You listened as the next song started out slowly, Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran. You smiled at a memory not even the wine you were sipping could stop from pulling through. You were in the kitchen with Bang Chan celebrating the release of their last album. There was a bottle of champagne on ice in the sink. The rest of the boys left and the two of you were still buzzing, mostly because Bang Chan couldn’t stop gushing about how much work he put into this album.

(“i can’t believe it.” he smiled as he poured you another glass of champagne. “it’s already reached over 5 million streams within the first hour.” he gushed. “you earned it babe.” you tilted your glass towards his, the rims both kissed each other in a light clink. “let me play a song.” he opened his phone and pressed play on the last song he was listening to. “We found love right where we are-” Ed Sheeran belted only to be paused immediately. “were you listening to Ed Sheeran?” you teased. “it’s a good song” he replied with a cheesy smile. “play it.” you encouraged and jumped off the counter where you were sitting. “no.” he blushed. “come on, play it.” you closed the space between the two of you. You tilted his phone towards you, tapped the button to replay the song and pressed play. The song started from the beginning; you slurred the lyrics earning a giggle from Bang Chan, you smiled and mumbled the lyrics since you didn’t really know them from heart. Bang Chan started to sing making you smile widely, the more into the song he got, he put his hands on your waist. “darling, I will be loving you ‘til we’re 70” he sang as he moved you gently around the small kitchen area. It didn’t matter, it felt like a ballroom fit for just the two of you. He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes sparkled even in the poorly lit kitchen. You closed your eyes and tilted your head towards his...)

“do you want to dance?” Changbin asked with wide eyes pulling you from the memory. You looked at him and then over at the Stray Kids table and saw Bang Chan sitting with another freshly filled drink. “to this song?” you bit your lip. “it might be the only slow song for the night.” Changbin replied “but we don’t have to if slow songs aren’t your thing” he put his head down.

“no,uhm-” you looked over at Bang Chan who was looking right back at you, you were sure he was thinking of the same memory. “sure, let’s dance” you stood up and pulled Changbin to his feet. The two of you walked to the dance floor, you found a big enough space. His hands found their spot on your waist as he started to move you to the song. Bang Chan sat up straight seeing as Changbin moved your hips slowly to the song. He extended his arm and twirled you making you burst into laughter.

You twirled back into his body and leaned your head against his chest. You closed your eyes, drunk on the smell of his cologne. “you know, we are pretty bad at trying to convince people we are just friends” you joked. “you know the only person who seems to be worried about what others will think or say is you?” Changbin replied still moving you to the song. “i think I stopped caring two drinks ago.” he laughed making you laugh too.

You looked at him, and he was already looking at you. His eyes, those brown eyes. You swore you would get lost in them. Your focus switched over to the table where Bang Chan was sitting, getting an eyeful. Bang Chan looked at you, his eyes on the verge of tears. It was enough to make a tear slip down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away. “excuse me” you broke his embrace. “I need air.” you walked away, hiding the tears that were falling. You walked to your table and grabbed your wine glass, you looked back in the direction of Bang Chan’s chair but he was gone.

Spotting the nearest exit to the outdoor balcony you hurried over and closed the door behind you. The air was cold and crisp. You stood by the railing and looked over the city. You lifted your glass of wine to your lips and took a small sip. “we missed the sunset” Bang Chan’s voice startled you from out of the dark.

You gasped and held your chest and sighed in relief seeing him sitting on a concrete bench. “I-I-” you stammered.

Bang Chan stood up and walked until he was right next to you, he leaned against the balcony railing and looked at the city as well, his glass twisted between his fingertips. You looked towards the door and back at him, wondering if he wanted to talk or if this was just an awkward moment.

You turned to leave when Bang Chan spoke again stopping you. “I remember the first time I seen you in that dress.” he chuckled and took a sip of his drink.

“We- we went to that brunch event with Felix for Louis Vuitton.” He took another sip of his drink, almost like the memory was too painful to think of sober.

“you showed up after us, and the sequins that used to be on the hip snagged against the car door and ripped a hole and all the beads and jewels scattered on the sidewalk.” he chuckled, you smiled remembering it too.

“yeah, I remember.” you relaxed and leaned against the railing too. “I was too embarrassed to pick up the sequins because the paparazzi were snapping photos like crazy so I ran inside.” you added.

“i found you and Felix and told you what happened.” you took a sip of your wine. “the rest of the afternoon, you kept your hand on my hip to cover the hole.” you blushed. “Everyone just said we were very much in love. That's why you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

Bang Chan’s face sunk into sadness at the statement. “i see you fixed the hole.” he looked over at you and downed the rest of his drink. Leaving the glass on the edge he walked over to you. He closed the small space between the two of you. You slowly backed up until you were pressed against the wall.

“It was right here” his fingertip traced a light circle against your side. “no.” you practically whispered. Grabbing his hand, you guided his palm down the curves of your body “it’s lower” you looked him straight in the eyes and stopped right on your hip. Chan smiled as he felt the small patch of your flesh through the hole.

Chan’s hand was hot to the touch, you could feel it against your skin and could feel it radiating through the fabric of your dress. Chan looked into your eyes; the glistening of the city lights mixed with the glaze from his alcohol made his eyes sparkle. His focus shifted between your eyes, and your lips. You could see him slowly moving forward with each interval.

“tell me to stop.” he whispered against your lips, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. Your only response was a gentle nod of your head. Your eyes closed as Bang Chan pressed a strong kiss against your lips. Your wine glass fell into pieces by your feet as your fingers began to comb through his hair behind his head.

He pressed sloppy drunken kisses against your jaw, leaving a trail of wet pecks down to your neck. You moaned quietly, you missed his touch, you missed being this dangerously close to him. His hands hooked under your thighs as he lifted your legs and you wrapped them around his waist. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his teeth graze against the skin on your shoulder.

“Channie” you moaned breathlessly. You opened your eyes, and immediately felt your heart stop. As Changbin closed the curtain and walked away from the door.

“Changbin” you planted your feet back on the balcony floor. You pushed past Bang Chan and hurried back inside.

You looked around in a panic, and finally spotted him by the coat desk. Pulling your dress up a bit for more movement you hurried over to Changbin.

“Binnie” you panted trying to catch your breath. “I don’t want to hear it y/n” he sighed and tipped for his coat service.

“you don’t understand” you hurried after him, “then explain it to me?” he turned to you. His tone gathering the attention of a few bystanders.

You stood there lost for words. “WELL?!” his tone was now harsh and filled with anger. You felt your eyes beginning to well as you flinched.

“I don’t know” your lip trembled. “if this is a game to you y/n, I don’t want to be a pawn.” He replied and turned away to leave.

“it’s not like that Changbin” you assured him through your tears. “i really don’t know, I am just as confused.” you wiped your tears.

Changbin stopped and sighed deeply, he turned to you and closed the space between the both of you. He placed your face between his palms, you gasped as he pulled you into his kiss. He pulled away as quickly as he kissed you.

You stood there, speechless just waiting for his next move. Changbin didn’t say anything, he just turned and left you standing there alone. You lifted your fingertips and gently caressed your lips. They were still buzzing from Changbin’s kiss.

Back home Changbin was getting ready for bed, he finished washing up his face when there was a knock on his door. “I already said I don’t want to be bothered.” he announced bitterly.

Changbin opened the door, before he had a chance to react, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into your lips. Your lips hungrily pressed against his not giving him a chance to take a breath.

His hands found your waist as he pulled away, looking at you with confusion. “are you sure this is what you want?” he asked as you caught your breath. “i’m here aren’t I?” you raised your eyebrow and pulled him in for another kiss.

Changbin didn’t question it anymore, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lift you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and felt him carry you into his bedroom. You unclenched his waist and got back on your feet. Pulling at the hem of his shirt, he lifted his arms and helped you pull his shirt off and threw it across the room.

You pressed your lips against his again, you felt him snake his arms around you again and pull you until the both of you collapsed onto his bed. His hands crawled up your back finding the zipper of your dress. He pulled it downward only for it to jam making it impossible to come down after a few tugs.

“fuck” he grumbled, grabbing your waist he flipped you over onto your back and he was now hovering over you, he pressed hungry kisses down the valley of your breast that were still covered by your dress. He propped himself up as he spotted the hole on the hip of your dress. His fingers pushed through, and pulled hard.

The tearing sound of your dress felt like it was loud enough for the apartment next door to hear. Changbin ripped the dress far enough to reveal your tummy, he pressed tender kisses against your skin that made you suck air through your teeth.

He continued to rip your dress further up exposing more skin and pressing a kiss down so no patch of flesh was left without a kiss. The wine buzz was finally starting to fade, and a more rational version of yourself began to think.

You looked towards the window, at the shadows of the trees against the glass. Changbin pressed his lips against your neck making you gasp. You put your arms in front of you and gently pushed him enough to signal him to stop.

“what’s wrong?” he asked pulling away from you enough for you to wiggle out from underneath him. You sat up and pulled his blankets up to cover your exposed body. Changbin sat up and leaned forward to see you sniffling, and tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Chan?” he mumbled. “i’m sorry” you sniffled, and choked out a sob. “no, don’t be.” Changbin placed his hand on your shoulder. You lost control and sobbed into his blanket; pretty sure it was now stained with your make-up.

“i love you Changbin” you looked at him with swollen tear-filled eyes. “but Chan-” you sniffled. Changbin exhaled that turned into a sigh. “you hate me now right?” you looked at him as more tears escaped your eyes.

Changbin looked at you surprised. “no.” he wiped your tears with his thumbs. “i could never hate you y/n” he smiled weakly. “Bang Chan doesn’t know how lucky he is.” Changbin added. “he has aejeong” Changbin pulled his legs towards him and rested his arms on his knees. He looked back at you and got off of the bed.

You watched as he walked to his closet and pulled out some sweats and a t-shirt. “here.” he handed them to you. You grabbed them from his hand, and placed them on your lap. “i can get the shower going for you, and we can just watch a movie if you want.”

You smiled and nodded. Changbin pulled out a shirt for himself and put it on as he walked out the door to the bathroom. You wiped your tears again and crawled out of bed, your dress was ruined but you still folded it and put it on the end table.

As you showered, you heard the front door knock through the walls. You ignored it thinking Changbin ordered some food. You turned off the shower and climbed out finding the towels Changbin left for you on the sink.

You could hear Changbin talking to someone outside, you quickly changed into the clothes Changbin gave you and walked out of the bathroom. “Who’s here Binnie?” you asked and walked into the living room. Just then Changbin and Bang Chan looked up at you at the same time.

You felt your jaw drop “are you serious right now?” Bang Chan stood up, clearly angry and annoyed. “Chan it’s not what it looks like” Changbin stood up. “I came here, and poured my heart and soul out to you about this.” Bang Chan was at loss for words. “You sat here and listened to me make a fool of myself, all while she cleaned herself up after a good fuck?!” he shoved Changbin.

“Chan.” you hurried and put yourself between the two guys. “stop, he is telling the truth. nothing happened.” you turned and extended your arms towards Changbin who was ready to push back. “i don’t believe you.” Chan fought back his anger.

“you’re drunk Chan, go sleep it off.” Changbin pushed your arms away from his chest and shoved you to the side. You looked at Changbin with wide eyes from his actions.

“you know what? my biggest mistake was choosing you to be part of the group” Chan pointed to Changbin and turned to leave. “Chan!” you shot a glare of disappointment at him.

“whatever” Bang Chan turned grabbing his jacket. “yeah? Well my biggest mistake was accepting” Changbin replied “stop it! both of you!” you shouted.

“Chan,” you turned to him. “save it, I don’t want to hear it. Sorry to interrupt” he pulled the door open forcefully that it hit the wall with a loud thud.

You turned to Changbin who was holding back his tears. “Changbin” you stepped towards him. “go home y/n” he turned and started back to his room. “on the subject of mistakes, the real mistake was getting involved with your relationship bullshit” he looked at you over his shoulder and went back to his room, slamming his door shut.

Your entire surroundings went mute, a light humming in your ears blocked out the sniffling coming from your nose. You could feel the tears rolling down your face, but your face felt numb. You could only stand there holding your breath, knowing the moment the air entered your lungs you would burst into uncontrollable sobs.

You grabbed your clutch that you threw on the floor when you got there and hurried out the still open front door. You closed it behind you, and with only bare feet hurried down the sidewalk to the nearest bus stop.

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the right shirt 2 - joão félix (social media au)

joão félix x ronaldo!sister

request: Heyyy are you doing social media au's? Cause I'd love to request a João Félix x Ronaldo's sister. Maybe like that Ronaldo wants her to wear his shirt to the matches but then she starts dating João

Yess, ofc. I have a love hate relationship with Social Media Au's tbh. I really hate to read them but I'm slut for writing them. I'll probably make this in 2 party cuz you can only add 10 pictures per post. Also I'll probably just mainly use pictures of his real girlfriends cause she's stunninggggg and has quite a lot of pictures that fit well

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yndossantos: Someone teach me how to handle these

comments:

joaofelix79: Pretty necklace

→ yndossantos: Right??

avrilsantos: YOU WENT ON A SUSHI DATE?? WITHOUT ME??

cristiano: WOW, that's why you couldn't come to movie night?

→ yndossantos: Cris, is this really necessary?

milagomes: Babe, you look so gorgeous

fan: How's Avril coping with seeing Yn eating sushi with someone else??

→ rodrigolurez: Not good

carolinaferreira: Girl how are you so pretty??

goncaloramos88: How did you manage to eat this??

→ yndossantos: I failed miserably

→ fan: Why's he still commenting on her posts?

fan: You're so beautiful omfg

fan: Girl get away from my husband!!

→ fan: Chill down, you're 13

fan: Everyone knows...

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yndossantos: Pool Day

comments:

avrilsantos: Look at this ass omggg

→ yndossantos: 😘

kikalurez: What a beautiful pool

→ yndossantos: Big enough to...

→ cristiano: YN!!!

→ yndossantos: swim laps

milagomes: This is so aesthetically pleasing

rodrigolurez: My best friend's prettier than yours

→ yndossantos: Awww

fan: oh- OH

fan: Does she think she's distracting us with that first picture? nah nah nah. we see him, girl, we see him

fan: Why is she with him??

fan: Girl. Get away from him!!

fan: The mad 11 year olds in her comments LMAOO

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yndossantos & joaofelix79: Surprise

comments:

avrilsantos: HUGE surprise

→ yndossantos: Shhh

kikalurez: Y'all are so adorable!!

antogriezmann: Congrats but what surprise

→ yndossantos: Shhh, go along with the joke

fan: Important question, what does rodrigolurez think of him?

→ rodrigolurez: He's quite alright ig

avrilsantos: Yeah your welcome for taking the video

→ yndossantos: Thank youuuu

→ joaofelix79: Forever in your debt

→ avrilsantos: That's what I want to hear

→ fan: He's got a good relationship with her family already, i love it

rodrigolurez: Too much pda guys...

→ milagomes: Be happy you weren't there, there were making out the entire time

→ cristiano: WHAT!?

→ yndossantos: WE WERE NOT!!

→ avrilsantos: Where did you disappear to for 20 minutes?

→ yndossantos: Uh- bathroom

→ milagomes: Together?

→ joaofelix79: You're not making it look better, fofinha...

reinildoo17official: Congrats bro

fan: She's only with him for his money and fame

→ Please, she's literally Ronaldo's sister. She's got more fame than him since the day she was born lol

fan: They're mad cute

fan: Does Ronaldo approve?

fan: Bitch get away from my husband

→ fan: Tf!?

fan: How old is she?

→ fan: She's turning 19 this year

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joaofelix79: Weekend recap

comments:

cristiano: Where are your clothes!??

antogriezmann: Still don't know how you pulled her...

→ cristiano: Yeah me neither

avrilsantos:

kikalurez: God, she's so pretty

→ joaofelix79: I agree

rodrigolurez: Alright now, give her back again

fan: Her eyes omgg

→ joaofelix79: Beautiful, aren't they?

fanciscoborba: I want that dog

→ yndossantos: He's mineeee

→ fan: Isn't it João's?

→ yndossantos: No, I stole him

reinildoo17official: Bro got major rizz

fan: I don't know if I want to be her or be with her

fan: Yn always having her fingers in João's hair is so adorable!!

→ fan: Omg you're right, I've never noticed

→ yndossantos: He's got soft hair...

fan: They're both so attractive. HELPPP

fan: Idk who I'm more jealous of...

fan: João majorly fangirling about and crushing on her in the comments

→ fan: It's so cute

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yndossantos: hi

comments:

cristiano: YN!!!!

joaofelix79: You might've just signed my execution papers...

→ cristiano: Damn right...

→ fan: João, count your days lmao

antogriezmann: Bro...

avrilsantos: If Cris suffers a heart attack from this, I for sure will show this picture to your kids istg

→ cristiano: WHAT KIDS??

→ rodrigolurez: WHAT KIDS??

→ kikalurez: Avril babe YOU just gave him a heart attack lmaoo

milagomes: I'm not ready to be an aunt yet

fanciscoborba: I will show this to your dad

→ yndossantos: You don't dare

reinildoo17official: Oh so that's why you were late for training

→ cristiano: WHAT!??

→ joaofelix79: I was not

fan: Whoop

fan: CR won't be happy about that

→ fan: Seeing his little sister naked in bed with his teammate? Nah probably not

fan: I just had...

→ fan: ... and it felt so good

cristiano: Please stop posting pictures without your clothes on, thank you!!

→ cristiano: I have a suggestion as well, of what you could where. My football shirt!!!

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#joao felix #joao felix fluff #joão félix social media au #joão félix x you #joão félix x reader #joão félix #joão félix fluff #football imagine

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velmashaircut · 11 months

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My favourite and least favourite OPM hairstyles

Least Favourite

Garou’s hair is ugly af it makes him look like an evil rabbit and it looks really knotted too, if you tried to brush it out the brush would break. I hope his hair is naturally styled like that because I refuse to believe Garou would purposely style his hair that way every morning before he goes hero hunting. Idk how anyone could take him seriously with hair like that.

I wonder how many jars of hair gel Lightning Max goes through a month when he styles his hair, it looks like a stiff dollop of cream on his head. Idk why but the hairstyle, plus the fact he’s blond and blue eyed makes me think of Tweety Bird whenever I see him. Garou’s hair is ugly, but Lightning Max’s hair is plain silly.

Tbh with Puri Puri Prisoner’s hair everyone I’ve met with this hairstyle I’ve hated. His hair reminds me of the annoying people at school who’d bully you and disrupt the class and that alone makes him worthy of being placed in this category.

Favourite Hairstyles

Tatsumaki’s hair is so pretty I love how it curls at the end and how it floats and bounces around her, especially when she uses her powers. To me her hair makes her look really classy, I really liked the look of her hair when she was first introduced.

Let’s not act surprised Flashy Flash is the King of Keratin and could probably be the face of Tresemme if he so wished. Here Murata really went out of his way to draw his hair as shiny and slick as possible even when he’s executing a double kill. Even when Flash’s hair is messy and gets in his face I still like it because I think it makes him look prettier.

You could argue that Okamaitachi and Garou have the same hairstyle and it’s unfair that I put his hairstyle in my least favourite category and Kama’s in my favourite. But the thing is Kama’s hair is actually nice. I like the slickness of curvature of hair, it actually looks like she takes care of her hair unlike Garou. I also appreciate the bangs clipped to the side and the loose stands at the front. Her hair is cute and eccentric, Garou’s hair only ticks one of those boxes.

Drive Knight’s hair is underwhelming when you first meet him, it makes him look like a weak, nerdy robot who gets zero robot bitches. But when you see him fighting with Nyan?? It’s like his hair had a glow up and now he gets all the robot ass he wants. It’s longer, more fluffy and luscious and makes him look more scary. I wonder if it’s real hair.

Bomb’s hair is bomb. That’s all I have to say.

#not in order btw #one punch man #opm #drive knight #bomb #tatsumaki #okamaitachi #lightning max #Garou #puri puri prisoner #flashy flashy

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nexusnyx · 2 years

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will you ever repost your stories? they have always make my days so much better, and in no way do i want to make you feel bad at all because how you feel is the most important always but not having them to read whenever is going to make me so sad

Nah. That'd be a lot of work which I'm not up for it tbh.

But, a lot of my Bucky fics are posted on my ao3 under the Snow and Dirty Rain series.

Movement

Steve points out Bucky's been staring, so Bucky thinks on the reason why, and decides to do something about it.

You Know Me Too Well

(tattoo artist!Bucky) there is a thin line between pain and pleasure. that line is real and palpable, except for the times when you sit in bucky barnes’s table and feel his hands holding your skin. his job demands him to hurt you, but the only problem is that you enjoy it. a lot.

Wasn't Looking

On a night out with his friends, Bucky thinks about how lucky he is and gushes out loud about his girl to anyone willing to hear.

Shallows

dealing with grief was a continuous and unsteady thing. after months of denying the anger inside of him, bucky finally lets go and is able to move on from the sight of his best friend leaving to never come back. by the time you ask him about steve, bucky was ready to smile at the memories, so he ends up taking you to the Smithsonian for an introduction to the real steve rogers.

Please Notice

the habit of sharing your things with your partner never made sense to bucky. he’s seen girls walking around in his t-shirt before and it never did anything to him—until you. you put his dog tags around your neck once and bucky hasn’t known peace since then. seeing you in his tags awakens something in him—something primal, something otherwise unbeknownst to him… and he loved it.

Location: Westview

just when you thought the craziness of the world couldn’t fuck you up even more, your town suffered the unlucky fate of being stuck in an alternate universe because of chaos magic by one of the previous avengers. most of the residents were moving on easily—you still had to live with the aftermath of being brainwashed into believing your siblings are still alive for that long. you never had it easy before in your life, but when sargent bucky barnes sticks around after a meeting for a conversation, maybe your fates are about to change for a bit.

Real Love Song

Bucky surprises you completely with his birthday gift. you’re not sure how you ended up this lucky—how he ended up as yours, but you have to swallow down more than just your moans by the end of his devilish plan.

NFWMB (nobody fucks with my baby)

the familiarity of pain was old to sergeant bucky barnes. he knew it like the back of his hand—metal and flesh kind. never before had he known tenderness while bruised. not before you.

Crawl Home To Her

when bucky finaly returns from his mission, he finds you sleeping in his sofa and the apartment much different than when he left. much prettier, with a touch of home. apparently, while he was away you took his advice to “do what you want with the place, doll” seriously - or as a distraction - and now he got to come home to this. bucky’s heart takes a leap and he stands there for a second, frozen in his spot.

Name Day

you celebrate bucky’s birthday with him and try to make him feel special because his day should be a good one and in the process, discover a lot more about your boyfriend.

Sweet Melody

You surprise Bucky with "40s dance night" right in his apartment after he's handed a couple of hard missions and he could've never imagined to be dancing with a gal he'd want to be with forever.

Say My Name

During a conference, you call your boyfriend by his name and to your surprise, he isn't fond of it.

Main Thing, Baby 🖤

Bucky shows his love by cutting off the crust on your sandwiches, letting you know how pretty you are, regardless of how worn-out you look, by calling you when he’s out drunk with his friends because, or just doing your laundry ‘cause he knows the washing machine hates you. The concept of a safe haven was lost on you until Bucky Barnes walked into your life, wrapped his arms around you and spent his Saturday nights carefully wiping off your make-up before you two go to bed. It’s a beautiful concept to learn.

Miracle, Baby (Series)

initially, bucky barely talks to you. then, he starts teasing you during practice and when you can’t stand the jokes anymore, you bite back. “you’ve got a lot of tips for someone who hasn’t joined me in the rings yet, sargent.”

there’s a round of murmurs from the teammates and bucky’s blue eyes pierce you like an ice castle lifting up around a prey. too bad for barnes, you were a trained widow and held a secret only fury himself knew.

“is that an invitation?” bucky asked.

too late to back down, you decide to show a little of what you can do. the white wolf should be the perfect opponent for that.

I Was a Heathen (Series)

sam had a theory for a while now, but it was torres's comment which made bucky stop and rethink things for a second.

"dude, i heard her." joaquin laughed. "she was talking to shuri and said it with every letter, 'that man doesn't know what he does to me'."

the comment validated sam's theory. bucky knew that because sam was staring at him pointedly and with eyes like that, there was no need for an 'i told you so'.

"i think you forgot how annoyingly handsome you are, sarge." sam offers offhandedly.

Lover, Please Stay (Series)

there’s something distinct about when it’s just the three of you. a softness that hangs in the air, an unspoken language developed from you learning how to read steveandbucky talk. it’s the most precious thing you’ve ever experienced, and the most terrifying as well.

As It Was, Baby (Series) 🖤

Living right across from James Barnes was certainly an experience, but a much different one than most people expect. A neighbour who is respectful, funny and brings you food every now and then is any girl's dream. Too bad you're only his neighbour and nothing else. Or, at least, that's what you thought.

One stormy night changes everything and discovering that you mean more to the Sargent than you expected has life-altering consequences.

Coming In Hot (Series) 🖤

When your best friend Sarah recommends you a mechanic of her brother’s trust, all you can think about and pray to is that he doesn’t rip you off. Your car is your prized possession and amidst all the worry and concern of your medical studies, drowning in even more debt sounds as suffocating as it would be.

Of course, you never thought of the possibility of the mechanic being the problem.

A hot, polite, gentle, and silent-type of problem.

Drowning in debt would be easier to navigate than the blue of Bucky Barnes’s eyes.

A Touchable Dream (Series) 🖤

Unpredictable, unfair and unreasonable—so far in, that's all Bucky's known life to be. With the exception of his son, nothing has ever inspired consistency or proven to be worthwhile enough for him to fight daily to keep. Going back to University while being a single parent has more than one rough edge. He feels lost, out of place, with a constant itch under his skin.

Then, you arrive like a Comet, daring him to change all his skeptic perceptions.

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whorror-barbie · 2 years

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Clean my wounds(Lloyd Hansen x bimbo! Reader)

Summary: after a fight, Lloyd calls you up for some healing

Warning: rough sex, degradation, blow job, humiliation, he's more mean than angry really, name-calling, bimbofication, dub-con possibly. this fic is 18+, so you better be 18 or older.

A/n: I'm alittle nervous about writing him. I tried, but anyways I hope y'all still like it, Enjoy !:)

Btw this is just pure smut, there isn't much of a storyline, I just want him and I'm down bad 😅😭

p.s. sorry it took so long, my personal life got in the way and I was overthinking this fic tbh...,anyways I'm going to post it, don't expect me to be Shakespeare or whatever lol

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It's pretty late at night and you are spending time at Lloyd's mansion. the two of you are in his massive bedroom, laying down while watching a movie together "I'll nurse you back to health, and then I'll kiss your wounds all better!" you giggle playfully as you putting rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab, preparing to put it on his left bicep. "I'll Just put it right here..."

"ow, ow fucking shit! " Lloyd grunts through his teeth."Oh sorry, Hun.. I'm almost done," you tell him softly as you finish up, looking at him with caution." hey umm, is everything ok, babes? You just seem off" You ask with worry, but soon regret it immediately. He takes his attention off the movie to look at you with his dead cold eyes and you swallow the remainder of your spit out of nervousness." I lost a fight to a Ken doll with an 8-dollar haircut... I'd say I'm quite dandy" he responded with sarcasm.

You tilt your head in confusion "how is that possible? is ken actually real?" you ask him seriously, Lloyd trying to keep his cool by clenching his jaw "oh, well its a good thing you called me, I'm a nurse after all." you continue in a bubbly tone while cleaning his wounds, "I don't think role-playing as a nurse for your onlyfans counts, sweetheart" you look at him with worried eyes "is that part of the job description? Because I don't remember that...oh no"you think about it but then your face turns back into confusion "wait.. whats an onlyfans? is that a place where they only sell fans? I could use a good fan in my bedroom!''all of sudden you feel him grab your face with a good amount of pressure, and It makes you wince."I'm getting tired of hearing you talk" his deep voice makes your body tingle.

"I should have called up Rachel, she's definitely miles prettier than you and she actually knows how to suck dick" your face slowly changes into sadness as tears threaten to fall. you're not sure why he's being so heartless when all you ever do is be there for him. Lloyd starts to smirk with the movement of his mustache, he feels himself getting painfully harder while looking into your pretty eyes in despair.

"you know what? Maybe I should call her now, and kick your ass to the curb...sounds like a good idea to me" He says with a mischievous deep tone. "No, no, please don't. I'm your desperate ugly whore.. I need you, Lloyd" you start sobbing more, and he looks at you with amusement "oh you are? I mean you're not wrong" He taunts you then continues"well, your body is better" his eyes scan your curves in lust "and that pussy is way tighter, so you're in luck this time" he finally lets go of your face with a hum of approval. You look over to see how rock hard he is in the blanket, and it makes your pussy squeeze on nothing. "so how about you suck me off and let daddy finish watching this movie in peace, ok"

You nod in agreement, wiping your tears away then scoot your body onto him, lowering yourself as you analyze his shirtless form down to his gifted boner. You start pulling his boxers down slowly until his big dick boing out, almost hitting you in the face. you go cross-eyed trying to focus on it with your tongue out. " You look so fucking stupid and adorable... now Get to it" he demands with a wink while flexing his dick.

You start to do kitten licks then wrap your mouth around just the tip to suck on it. Lloyd is visibly annoyed while looking at the movie though you don't pick up on it. you start to only suck up and down on just the tip, he's just way too big for your mouth, but you're not very good at giving head in the first place" umm..I'm not sure what I'm-" Lloyd grabs a good amount of your hair to make you deep throat his dick. You're struggling to keep up as you gag and choke while He's using your throat to jerk himself off.

"Ah fuck.." he sighs out in pleasure, trying to focus on the tv. Tears start to stream down once again, trying to keep up with bobbing your head up and down repeatedly against his pelvis with the sounds of your muted moans and saliva. you're soaking up your thong as he's treating you like a sex object, you need him inside your greedy, and ready pussy so bad. "you're enjoying this, aren't you? disgusting" he teases as he pulls you out of your mouth to slap your face with it while looking up at him with puppy eyes. "Mmm.. lay on your back for me" he demands.

"but what about your injuries?'' you ask him with genuine concern, though Lloyd wasn't having any of that, he pushes down in position and starts to tear off your expensive lingerie as you lay there helpless whelping"shut the fuck up or I'll definitely give you a real reason to cry, princess ". He threatens with a unnerving smile as you feel chill throughout your body, his threats are definitely turning you on. laying in position, you feel very nervous under his gaze. It's been so long since you've had sex, you've been waiting for him this whole time to call you back. Lloyd hovers over while he rubs his tip onto your wet folds until it reaches your hole.

"Oh my god.." you bite your lip and close your eyes to prepare for the pain, he starts to push the tip inside you slowly, making you moan out then immediately you shut your legs on his waist. " Aww, what's matter?you can't even take the tip?"he taunts you, playing with one of your boobs "oh well, that's just too bad" he opens your legs wider to sheath the rest of himself inside your pussy, and he breaths out at how tight you are. "Oh, fuck!" You moan as he's thrusting in and out faster, not giving you a chance to really adjust to him.

You get a good view of him and how some of his hair dangles from his face while he's completely naked over you, giving your poor walls a violent beating "ah yeah" he grunts softly, still looking down at your pussy taking his thick dick, going in and out of you, feeling your walls getting tighter and tighter. Lloyd finally looks at you and your tits bounce with every thrust then smirks, you squeeze on him in reaction. " Ah, I can be in this all night.. best fucking pussy..I might even buy that stupid pink purse you keep begging for earlier" he laughs, slowing down a little bit. Your eyes lit up " oh? Really, babes I would love that soooooooo much." you whine while you cum so hard, but he gets mad, pulling out to manhandle you on all fours" ow, hey!...that hurts, you big meanie!" you yell at him. he pushes your face further into the bed and your ass up so high while giving you a very hard slap on your ass "ow!".

he bends to whisper in your ear ''I'm so tired of your squeaky fucking voice, just moan for me, you ugly bitch" you whimper at his words of cruelty. he gets into position behind you, grabbing your hips firmly. feeling his dick inching back in until he's fully inside. "Ooooo yes! " You moan out like a ditzy whore as he's now picking up speed already, all you can hear is pornographic loud skin slapping, your own moans, and his grunting in-between. Meanwhile, Lloyd is getting a great view of your ass bouncing against him, creating waves." That's right, just like that," he says in between breaths while feeling you clench around his dick more.

"oh my fuck, my pussy feels good right now." you turn your head to the side to see his face contorts into pleasure then He pushes your face into the bed, "this pussy is mine, not yours, you dumbfuck" he spanks your ass and squeezes your cheeks as his dick going in and out once more with such hate. "I'm almost there, whore... get ready to be sprayed with my cum all over your face," he announces while still not slowing down. hearing your pathetic moans and whimpers is driving him crazy, he wants to inside of your tight channel but he pulls out anyways. You pout at the emptiness of your walls, missing him already. " turn around and say ah!'' you do as you're told, and look up, watching him beating himself off. "aaaaaah! I'm your cum dump!" you say happily with your closed eyes now" yes you are.....fuck!" Lloyd grunts loudly as you feel the warmth of his cum on your face dripping down to your boobs. you swallow most of his load that sits on your tongue. " mmm yummy" you giggle flirtatiously.

Lloyd grabs his boxers to put them back on while he stares at you. "well, time for you to go, sweetheart" you look at him with confusion then it gets replaced with sadness, realizing you're not going to stay and cuddle with him all night. "I'm pretty tired. I have a busy day tomorrow...places to be, women to fuck" he taunts with his deep sexy voice. why is he such an asshole? "but I got here by uber, sir" you tell him with a soft, and defeated voice. " well, that's not my fucking problem" he shrugs as he gets back in bed to continue watching the movie " bye, bye now" he tells you cheerfully, and your anger builds up. you get up from the bed to grab your purse and coat. putting on your coat then start walking to the door. " oh and by the way" you turn to look at him,hearing what he has to say "we have dinner reservations next Friday, I want to discuss some stuff with you, so be ready" he demands still looking at the tv with remote to his mouth. you nod and open the door, leaving the room.

walking down the hallway, you feel your face start to smile with tears. you're screaming happily inside, finally a date! though what does he want to talk about exactly? you're not really sure, but you're just glad to spend more time with him instead of waiting another two months again. at the end of the day, you're his and that's all that matters.

#chris evans #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen fanfiction #gray man smut #gray man fanfic

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so basically… the stylists are incompetent and don’t know how to work with the features of their own people 💀 istg this is what happens when you idealise eurocentric beauty standards in asian societies. so sick and tired of everyone being so damn harmful to themselves.

my own people don’t know how to care for their own features. everyone’s trynna make themselves look like a whole different race it’s actually insane.

also the thing with the curly hair is just so sad bc i’ve got korean friends who talked about how curly hair is made fun of and looked down on. and growing up some people tend to religiously straighten their hair bc it “looks prettier that way”.

man this got serious real quick HAHAHAHAHAH but seriously… as an asian, this is def a problem i hope to see fixed someday.

also skdhhjdjdkd most colours look good on him im not even surprised. but for now yeah, let’s stick to no bleach jdhdjdj

it is so sad how whiteness and proximity to whiteness affects everything, even hair. it’s sad to hear ppl say that straight hair is preferred, i used to have wavy hair myself but all my bleaching at made it really straight and it makes me sad tbh (not sad enough to stop having bleached hair i am a natural pink haired person i swear)

tbh i think his hair is naturally light enough he could die it a dark af green without bleach. almost how ppl use blueblack but it would be a nice green in the sun. jype im willing to move countries for this job i swear 😂

#drm.ask #sulfurcosmos

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jobey-wan-kenobi · 1 year

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My Lo Qué La Vida Me Robó Re-Watch Take That Literally No One Asked For

I used to be salty that the writers “forced” Jose Luis to be “evil” later in the series... lazily “ruining” his character in order to make their solution to the love triangle acceptable to the audience.

This time around, I gotta give them credit, they were being pretty consistent all along.

My sympathy with JL (which was probably 50% based on him being my physical “type” tbh... like, not that Alejandro is hard on the eyes, but I prefer my men dark) definitely biased me and made me overlook or excuse some pretty big red flags. Which is scary. JL is pretty scary, even as far back as the hacienda sequence. Boundary-stomping mfer with untreated PTSD and a death wish in a city basically controlled by a cartel, how could this have gone wrong? Whoops.

As much as I was always cutting JL breaks, I was simultaneously being very hard on Alejandro. This time around, I am more understanding about his breakdown (with the hammer! which is hilarious! but then also the six-month funk afterwards). This is also a dude who had been hit with a lot and hasn’t had a chance to breathe. Apart from the telenovela of it all screwing with his head, he’s pretty stable.

Obviously, Alejandro continues to still engage in a lot of infuriating machismo. I always knew JL suffered from that too, and used to write off a lot of his weird behavior as “this show is just way too accepting of men being idiot dickheads.” But I’m noticing this time that the show is actually a lot smarter than just “men will be men.” Machismo—and machisma!—are definitely not portrayed as bad in themselves... though sometimes people go to extremes... usually it’s external circumstances that poison the well, though. It’s the lying, scheming, and greed that create toxic environments where healthy machismo then turns dark. Again, in show-logic. Not real-life. But it makes a ton of sense in show logic, because (my final revelation) this mess of a winding plot is largely a story about abuse—specifically abuse victims.

Every single one of the major characters are pretty cruelly victimized, and this is a story about how most of them find the courage to escape their circumstances, come out of the fog, hold themselves accountable, set better boundaries, develop healthier relationships, and live a better life (until the writers kill many of them off, which definitely IS something that I hate about the writing).

I really like this recurring theme—for one thing, it’s one of the only ways to justify all the “omigod all the poor rich people” and beautiful clothes/scenery. But honestly it’s pretty shallow and inaccurate to dismiss this as “rich girl problems.” There are also rich and poor boys who are suffering, for one thing. “The world’s smallest violin/Really needs an audience” and all that. ‘Sides, these violins aren’t all that small. Look at poor Nadia. She might be rich, but her crimelord husband is also abusing her in nearly every way possible. Josefina is not only honeytrapped, but the people who are scamming her not only mock her and her looks behind her back, but eventually to her face. Montserrat’s mother is a lying, scheming, gaslighting vendor of her children. Alejandro grew up on basically a fief ruled by a cruel despotic dickhead who later forced him to take the fall for his crime. These people are all relatable to anyone who has been a victim—even if they get to look a lot prettier than you and me while they suffer.

And in this context, I accept the need for the show to mostly showcase machismo (and machisma! the girls are all shown to need to develop this quality, and Montserrat is the “leader” primarily because she has the most of it!) as an antidote to victimization and a defensive measure against abuse.

Altogether, Jose Luis’s struggle—while it sucked—was not unique within the cast. They were all struggling to free themselves and to heal from abuse. JL, uh... well, he fucked up. He chose, again and again, to make his problems other people’s problems. He chose to stomp on people’s boundaries in a way that turned him from a hero/anti-hero into a full-on villain at times. It’s actually all the more tragic because you can see a very good and loving and lovable man under there, but it’s a good man who never grows beyond his initial goodness and who eventually is nearly strangled, not by others, but by his own character flaws turned to self-pity and bitterness.

#jose luis is still hot af tho #wet sad-eyed drama king/adrenaline junkie #my boy #lqlvmr #lo que la vida me robo #telenovela

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sol-draws-sometimes · 10 months

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Disc World bookclub thoughts- Monstrous Regiment

Pages 20-28

Hey @anna-neko ! Did I miss last week… yes. BUT JUST BECAUSE I MISS ONE WEEK DOESN’T MEAN I JUST ABANDON THIS. Look, finals are the week, so these past few weeks have been alot… also I’ve been hyperfocusing on dnd(stares in adhd). I’ve barely read but that’s alright. Once finals are over, I’m going on a roadtrip, so I should have time to read when we’re driving(unless I catch up on critical role…we’ll see).

It’s so late and I’m literally way too tired for nuance. With expectations set, Lets go

“Ankh-Morpork is a godawful city,” he said. “Poisonous, just like its river. Barely fit for humans now, they let everything in—zombies, werewolves, dwarfs, vampires, trolls—“

Something something we live in a society. Cue family talking about how NYC is corrupting the youth or something 🙃. Tbh, insert any big progressive city, and it should work for most of them.

A lot of good stuff in this page(and the next few ones)

1. Something Something colonialism bad. They[Borogravia] are the bad guys here🏃🏃🏃

2. Cool POV stuff coming back. Especially with the song and what not

3. Damn Strappi’s certainly something

4. I hate nationalism. The line b/w patriotism and nationalism is real hard sometimes. I mean, something something, true patriotism is knowing how your country’s fucked, and wanting to it be better. You fight for change cause you love it, and that is way more patriotic than just blinding fighting for country and defending it, even when it is in the wrong.

5. Uggh, the national anthem. Yes the flag thing is an actual thing we do in US. And certain teachers DO loss their shit if you don’t stand up/sing. Look, it’s not like I’m trying to disregard veterans, it’s just… weird and indoctrinationy. Plus, they added, “Under God,” during the cold war so, that feels even more insidious.

6. Poor Wazzer man. I’m glad he rebels in his own small way. Small acts of rebellion are still rebellious.

7. Learning new phrases! I figured due to context clues, but it’s always good to check.

Literally this conversation is literally my fucking thoughts

Uuuuh. War bad! Look. See!

“Well, I’m not buying into it. It’s all trickery. They keep you down and when they piss off some other country, you have to fight for them! It’s only your country when they want you to get killed!” said Tonker.”

Tonker. King Behavior!

And just as they’re going to sleep, so am I.

Fuck this book is good!

Here’s another quote good night!

It’s all lies, she thought muzzily. Some of them are just prettier than others, that’s all. People see what they think is there. Even I’m a lie. But I’m getting away with it.

Ps: I realized last time I stopped at pg 20 but wrote 60… my bad.(should be fixed now tho)

I will add ID text some other date cause I don't have the mental energy rn. I just did, scan text, and copy pasted it into alt w/out checking. If someone besides Anna finds this post and wants them, just @ me in the comment and I'll @ you when I finish this.

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#monstrous regiment #discworld #disc world #terry pratchett #book club #sol talks #my post

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papirouge · 11 months

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sorry for the Tekken sperging

if you want to have an idea of how much japanese game developer hate women, just look into Tekken tbh

there is no female character beyond 25 years old

since there's been a 15 years old gap between Tekken 2 and Tekken 3, and while ALL the male characters who were in Tekken were allowed to get old (Heihachi, Lei, the Laws (father & son), Kazuya, etc.) AND still got included in the next games, the female ones didn't 🙃

Michelle Chang? she got a replaced by her "daughter" Julia in Tekken 3. The William sisters got cryogenized for all this time so they biologically didn't age. And now they're basically doing the same for the next opus by bringing back Kunimitsu....through her lookalike daughter (same mask and all) ??? wtf is this?? that daughter doesn't even have the same swag as Kuni. That Kunimitsu #2 looks like a cute anime girl, when Kunimitsu was that mysterious morally ambiguous ninja thief, like- HELLO??

glo down of the millenium tbh. rEAL KUNI WHOULD NEVER SHOW HER FACE!!!! Tekken hasnt got a decent/original character since Tekken 6 anyway.

Oh and they killed Jun after Tekken 2 (that may or may not be back from the dead somehow, but ofc won't be old cause she DIED AT A YOUNG AGE WHEN JIN WAS STILL A CHILD !!!! so probably her reincarnation, ghost or some random nonsensical shit like that)

And let's not talk about Julia tragic makeover between Tekken 6 and 7 and became a whole different person : she went from a caring, environment defender Native American to....a hyperconnected bimbo'ish geek?? ...all of this was to cater to scrotes ofc bc OG Julia wasn't really sexy to begin with (kinda horse girl'ish - she was the -less sexy- equivalent of Hitomi in the DOA franchise imo). Her character was more serious and had so much substance than she does now...

I also HATE how there's a gag overkill in the serie (esp the Mishima e.g their endings in Tekken Tag 2 aaaaaand IDC if the TTT games are not canon, stop trying to make this dysfunctional family where everyone wants to kill each other look like a comedy skit EVERYTIME, it's getting old)

CANT WE HAVE SOME SERIOUS RELEVANT CHARACTERS WHO ACTUALLY MAKE THE PLOT MOVE FORWARD??

Tekken story plot went down the toilet after Tekken 5 anyway, and the overall chara design tanked big time after Tekken 4 (exception for Dragunov who was truly a novelty I'm always a sucker for mute characters and Lars who's my haafu husbando). My biggest Tekken crush has always been Hwoarang and they made him unrecognizable lately (he was perfect in Tekken 5)

But yeah, Tekken hates women, has become shit, and it bums me out so bad bc that's basically my first video game, and the storyline/lore used to be so good (Tekken 3 had the best plot!!! Heihachi shooting Jin -his own grandson- with a bullet in the head in his ending got 9 years old me SHOOK. Ogre was sooo creepy, his Tekken Tag Tournament 2 ending is legit nightmare fuel)

I mean, even Dead or Alive that is infamous for catering to scrotes has a more attractive male roaster at this point (Hayate <3). They also did a brilliant chara design overhaul for DOA6 that made the characters so much prettier and is actually consistent and done tastefully.

Because yeah, what shocks me the most is how SHITTY Tekken chara design has become. It peaked with Tekken 4 (Jin Kazama tracksuit will forever be iconic dont @ me) but it's now such a convoluted tacky mess. Characters don't even have their own style anymore. Lars has the same tacky outfits as King (who's a luchador!!!). Also : WHY HAS HE BECOME SO BUFF??? Did he take the same steroids as Chris Redfield?? He was so hot in Tekken 6... WASTE!

They should take a few pages from Team Ninja who knows how to make shit done when it comes to rework characters aesthetic. Look at this work of art

#that tiktok vid triggered me so bad i had to unleash my frustration lmao #JUSTICE FOR KUNIMITSU #gaming #papi watch #Tekken #tekken 4 #tekken 3 #tekken tag tournament

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alienssstufff · 2 years

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DSMP and Bug Symbolism

actually in light of my c!dream design - to note there is a lot of symbolism when associating dsmp members with bugs. going to use this post to just whwwh talk about some of them!

A little bit of an overview, in a way the Dream SMP can be interpreted as a greenhouse that houses all sorts of bugs... and DreamXD in His godly form is the server’s Gardener, The Entomologist, The Collector - This is a list of some of some of the bugs He has on display (all that I’ve thought of so far):

>DREAMXD: Centipede (earthform when He communicates with the characters) >DREAM: Polyphemus Moth >DRISTA: Io Moth >GEORGE: Blue Morpho Butterfly >SAPNAP: Fire Ants (collective) >AWESAMDUDE: Termites (collective) >PUNZ: Murder Hornet >PURPLED: Wasp >TUBBO: Honey Bees (collective) >TOMMY: Fly >ERYN: Firefly >WILBUR: Cockroach >PHILZA: Emerald Beetle >TECHNOBLADE: Rhino Beetle >ERET: Queen Alexandria’s Birdwing >SCHLATT: Goliath Tarantula >SLIMECICLE: Earthworm :] >FOOLISH: Milipede >HANNAH: Dragonfly

[Continuation of explanations under cut]

Some of them have reasonings behind, others like punz and purpled i see them go hand in hand so theyre similar bugs

>DREAM & DRISTA: (Polyphemus Moth, Io Moth) As DreamXD is the god of order, Drista exists to counter Him and shows up in the form of moth swarms atc. Hc that after losing his face, Drista gives him a moth companion. Polyphemus moths are known to intimidate predators by their haunting faces. And Io moths do ,,, just about the same tactic but when they do it they look like the :3 face

>GEORGE: (Blue Morpho Butterfly) Symbolically the opposite of what a moth is. Unlike Dream who was cursed by the world, George was blessed by it. My lore of George is that he is gifted a blue butterfly BY DreamXD because he found him pretty or smth and wanted to preserve that face of his. And UNLIKE Dream’s moth, George’s butterfly exists to cover his line of sight. Like rose tinted glasses, the butterfly makes him see the world completely differently, more dreamy ethereal like (lmao the dream realm) that DreamXD says to protect his eyes from seeing the imperfections of the real world. Trivia: According to consensus, blue morpho butterflies are considered the world’s most prettiest butterfly!

>SAPNAP: (Fire Ants) I say collective as he to me can act like a one man army he is ALL those ants and exists to serve and protect those worth protecting. In a way the downside being that at times perhaps Sapnap is only seen as such, a sword forced to act like a shield.

>TUBBO: (Honey bees) Obvious choice but wanted to mention him anyway as a collective similar to Sapnap. Honey bees work and serve something, they are born with a purpose and work until they die. And as the server’s youngest political figure with the strength of a hundred responsibilities pinned to his back I find that painfully fitting.

>TOMMY: (Fly) He’s associated better with flies than he is with butterflies I will DIE on this hill! Butterflies are adored by many, they are loved by the entomologist and are known for their beauty. Unlike George (who is a butterfly), Dream sees Tommy as the opposite, he finds him an ugly mark on the server “a pest that won’t go away” - Canon words by Dream somewhere. More symbolism, flies are fast and easy to kill. And once you kill them - there will always be another one to replace it (the many Tommy deaths, Dream killing and reviving him cycle)

>WILBUR: (Cockroach) Very similar connotations with Tommy, he is also seen as a pest. He like cockroaches they are difficult to kill - if you throw anything at it you’d be sure to know they’ll come right back up. They are resilient.

>ERET: (Queen Alexandria’s Birdwing) [TBH I personally think the queen alexandrias are wayyy prettier than blue butterflies but that’s just me cough] Queen Alexandria’s Birdwings while lesser known than the blue butterfly are considered the world’s largest butterflies. Knowing that and by how cool the name sounds - this association would be perfect for Eret! These butterflies also are known to show up in two different colours indicating the organism’s gender: males are turquoise, females are brown - both are beautiful to me :] I like to hc that Eret is associated with both butterfly patterns with the multiple pronouns she uses and their embrace with both masculine and feminine fashion alike. LIKE she is found wearing a brown gown during and up to his dethronement - WHILE they change to a blue dress after the betrayal ALSO ALSO the crown Eret has while in rule isn’t actually a crown but a golden, heavy war helmet in the shape of a butterfly head (like the actual in-game gold helmet he throws down the lmanburg ruins)

>SCHLATT: (Goliath Tarantula) Big guy. World’s biggest spider. While not poisonous it’s big. It fucking eats birds and small rodents. Big guy.

>SLIMECICLE: (Earthworm) Slimy guy. It goes snore snore mimi in the dirt forever. I like him :]

>HANNAH: (Dragonfly) Very buzzy like a bee, elegant still like a butterfly. Unrelated-ish my irl dad used to do this thing where he would catch dragonflies by the wings and that reminded me of how Hannah loses her wings in canon :[

More to be added,,, one day x]

#stufff rambles #stufffsart #dsmp lore #dsmp #dsmp fic #not rly but theres elements #long post

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year

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What is your opinion on the ugly/plain heroine trope? I feel like sometimes it’s so overdone and exaggerated. Are there historical romances you’ve read where it isn’t well executed vs ones where it is? Thank you!

I'm typically not a huge fan. For one thing, it's so subjective, and just like... often not a reality. Like, so often I'll see people recommend a book with an ugly or plain heroine, and I'm like "oh for fuck's sake, the hero was absolutely drooling after this broad". She saw herself as plain, as most people do at some points in their lives, but she wasn't.

I also feel like... I don't know, attractiveness is very, very subjective. I, for example, do not find Timothee Chalamet and Tom Holland attractive at all. Lots of people do. If someone falls in love with you and has a fulfilling sexual relationship with you, I would like to think that they don't think you're ugly or plain, even if other people think you are. So like... are you? Idk, idk.

A lot of the times, I think that it just comes off as too wish fulfillment self pity hour. It can be done correctly! But oftentimes when I've read this trope, I just... feel like there's a level of wallowing on behalf of the heroine, and maybe it's something the reader is... channeling? And I can't relate to that. I've had body image issues on and off in my life, but I think there's a point where in a fictional character especially the way that discontent over these issues is expressed... comes off as self pity. And then it's like "oh but look, everyone with pretty privilege was wrong, and the Hottest Guy Ever is in love with me", and I just.... can't relate.

There's one book I read that will go unnamed by a fairly popular author, and the heroine was basically described as like. A dog. At every other moment. Like damn!!! This broad is ugly! So ugly, actually kinda WEIRD-LOOKIN', and I don't know. That level of just. Over the top emphasis of ugliness. Is ridiculous to me. Like I GET IT. SHE'S BUSTED.

I typically gravitate more towards confident heroines--even the ones that aren't brash and bold usually know themselves. Honestly, I'm so used to women who revel in their sexuality and appeal being shamed that it's kind of a relief to read a book series like Immortals After Dark, where every woman is an absolute babe, is told that she's an absolute babe, and is like "yes I am aware that I'm hot". It's also like--I don't know, I just like women and I like to read about women who like themselves to SOME degree?

I think historicals that have done this well include:

Nine Rules to Break When Romancing A Rake by Sarah MacLean. Like, do I honestly think that Callie was ugly? No lol, but I think she probably was insecure because of her weight and perhaps *did not know how to dress for her body*. I mean, Ralston is legitimately obsessed with her knockers, so I'm assuming they're PRETTY GR8, and tbh, as a fellow big tit haver, that in itself is an edge. I think that because Callie thought she was a certain type of girl, her spinsterhood was something of a self-fulfilling prophecy. What I love about this book is that it's less Ralston *suddenly magically seeing her* and Callie blossoming in his gaze, and more about Callie just being like "enough is enough, I'm gonna be a hot girl now and go have hot girl adventures", and once she is PRESENTING HERSELF in a different way, in her true way, Ralston obviously sits up and takes notice pretty immediately.

The Hawk by Monica McCarty. I could be wrong, but I feel like this was one where the heroine felt really plain next to her prettier sister? And the hero is a slutty rake who is not initially into her, I think. But it's really less of her actually being plain and more her having a stick up her ass, and once she begins to loose (and spread them legs) she's a lot more attractive. This is also a thing that happens in real life. Like, yes, the idea that letting your hair down suddenly makes you hotter is ridiculous, but honestly! A lot of people's appeal is in their charisma and presentation! This is why online dating is a curse tbh! People in person are often much hotter than people in their pics!

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden. This is another "is she plain or is she just fat and insecure", and like... A part of me doesn't *love* the fat and insecure trope... at all.... I feel like Nine Rules did it a bit better than this one, tbh, and in general Sarah MacLean's fat heroines are *chef's kiss* but I still enjoy this book a lot. Even if I don't think quite as much thought was put into the heroine's insecurities as there was with Nine Rules.

The Raven Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt. This one has a plain heroine, but it's like... is she plain, or is she mid-thirties and a middle class widow in the 1700s? This one also gets points because the hero actually has smallpox scars, so he's generally regarded as ugly, and it's actually believable in a sense because those scars sound kinda severe and the societal stigma around them is believable. Also, these two go to absolute town on each other, so it's like. Just not that big an issue lmao.

But it's really hard for me to determine this shit, because I think that unless it's like the unnamed book I mentioned where they're constantly harping about how ugly the heroine is... I just assume the girl is actually hot and doesn't realize it. And I'm fine with that. I just don't think I'm ever going to be the reader who's like "damn, this book is good, but I wish she was UGLY". So often the "he actually notices her and falls in love with her" thing just comes off as like "WOW. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS COULD HAPPEN TO ME".

#romance novel blogging #book recs #i also feel like people fail to realize how easy it is to get a man to wanna fuck you #it's just like ... present yourself as available #now... finding a man you wanna fuck and having him wanna fuck you while also being available #is another issue lmao #but idk i can't get on board with the 'treating male attention as a rare commodity' thing #it's not hard to get i promise

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