#I use to shy away from doing things in fear of being judged

[lovveclub]

no room for pretentious people in my life!!!! you will not stop me!!!! im living life and doing things!!!!

#I use to shy away from doing things in fear of being judged #but now I remind myself it’s none of my business what other people think of me

[vroomvroomcircuit]

Sometimes you need to be loud before it can be quiet

Summary: Everyone has their breaking point, even prefectly fine media trained drivers. Especially when people start asking dumb, sexist questions.

Pairing: driver!reader x f1!grid, but mostly Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen, Lando and Charles have a bit of a guest appearing

Wordcount: 1.2k (she is a shy shorty, please be nice to her)

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“My next question is for (Y/N): What do you want to be perceived as?”

Everyone in the post race press conference halts in their movements. (Y/N) blinks once, twice before she clears her throat and gets closer to her microphone. “I’m sorry, can you please elaborate on that? I fear my English is failing me to comprehend what you just said.”

The reporter is not hesitating, jumping into his explanation right away, as if he had chosen the words he wanted to say beforehand. “Well, you participate in a male dominated sport, being currently the only female on the grid line up. You are never seen in typically female clothing. You even wore a suit to the last FIA gala. We have yet to see you in makeup outside of festivities. That’s why I am asking what you want to be perceived as. A man? A woman? Or something in-between?”

Silence has never been so loud. Nobody really knows how to respond to such an audacity.

(Y/N) pulls her microphone another bit closer before murmuring into it: “I rather be not perceived at all. Thank you for the question, I wanted to clear that bit up for quite some time now.”

Her answer brought a booming laughter out of the one and only Daniel Ricciardo, effectively breaking that spell of awkwardness that has been cast over the room by Mr Audacity. Everyone relaxes and joins in the laughter.

As the media representative is about to call onto the next journalist, Max asks a question. “Can we all answer this? Because I want to make it clear, I identify as a problem and want to be perceived as that.”

“Yeah”, Daniel interjects,”of course you do. I want to be perceived as a menace to human kind, please. What about you, Lando?”

“Number 1 Fish Hater, certified and trademarked already,” he answers with a cheeky smile.

Charles breathes “I’m a hot mess” into his microphone before the media representative is able to call onto the next person.

The following race weekend the drivers stand in the media pits with their PR managers, hopping from interviewer to interviewer like at a speed dating event.

“-overall I would say we have a good pace. I’m confident in the team to help us through this race in spite of the unpredictable weather conditions this weekend.” (Y/N)’s answers the usual questions that are thrown at her after sessions.

The journalist smiles at her. “I am sure of that. Now, onto my last question: Last week you have been asked what you want to be perceived as and you never really answered that. Why is that?”

(Y/N) throws a not amused look towards the woman. “I didn’t feel like it. I didn’t want to answer a question that is just a poorly disguised attack towards my femininity. I can like fast cars and dress however I want without having to answer something like that. I’m secure enough in my own gender identity as a woman to be able to express myself in all the ways I want without having my actions impede on my identity or expression of my gender. I will put on a dress when I feel like it, I will get the brushes out for a glam makeup when it is convenient for me and I don’t have to do ‘typically female’ things just to please the public opinion.

Instead of going around and judging, just work on why you have this urge to comment on my expression of gender in the first place, because your insecurities surrounding my gender don’t look cute on you.”

After that (Y/N) is practically dragged away from the media pit by her PR manager, who probably already has a headache thinking about the mess that will follow on social media and certain online magazines.

But the few drivers who stood around them, having media duties to follow themselves, just stared impressed and with deep respect after the young woman. She usually is softer spoken and obviously went through bootcamp media training. This was the first time they witnessed speaking her true mind in an interview.

Back in her driver's room, where she gets ready for the debrief, (Y/N) realizes the kind of mistake she just made.

Her little outburst will definitely get more of a reaction than it would if a Max Verstappen would have said something along these lines.

Before her inner eye she sees the headlines. Something about women being too emotional for motorsports. Her being too young, too hot headed, too much of everything and somehow not enough of everything.

The team will replace her, the negative PR not leaving them any other choice. The pressure on them is too much, they already took a big chance on her by giving the driver a seat in Formula 1 in the first place.

With the news of her sudden contract ending, at least one news outlet will write “The little experiment failed”, paving an even more difficult path for other women trying to prove themselves in motorsports.

And all that just because she wasn’t able to let this stupid question roll right off her back.

A sudden knock on her door breaks (Y/N) free from her downward spiral of thoughts. Max enters the room with Daniel on his tail. “This was amazing. How you told this interviewer off on life camera? And her face? After you went out, we just had to clap. It was so cool. You were so right, too. I’m so proud you finally spoke your mind. The audacity of these people.”

It seems like Max doesn’t need to breathe, judging from his rant.

Daniel has a much softer approach. He puts a hand on her shoulder, making her look up at him. “I hope you know that you had to say that back there. Even if you are ‘only’ a rookie this season, the questions you got the last couple of weeks were anything but ok or nice. Sometimes you need to be loud before it can be quiet.”

(Y/N) shoots him a thankful smile, squeezing the hand on her shoulder with her own. “You are right. It was just a bit overwhelming at first. But I can see the appeal now. I think I have to take a few classes with Max, because the concept of saying what you think got a new fan and that’s me. It’s the best thing I have done in the context of handling media duties.”

“No, you won’t do that”, (Y/N)’s PR manager stands in the doorway, probably to fetch her for the debrief. “In this case it was a good thing to do. Important, too, of course. The fans are eating this up on social media. They already made edits with the clips. But I don’t get paid what Max’ or Lando’s managers get, so you will return to your media trained good girl roots.” With that (Y/N) gets pulled out of the room by her. Max throws her a subtle nod, to which she smiles.

Sometimes you need to be more than the good girl, especially if it’s for your own sake. Who knows, maybe this is the beginning of the story of another media-nightmare-driver.

#you can see exactly where I started to scramble for plot haha #f1 x reader #f1 x driver!reader #f1 x female!reader #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x driver!reader #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel riccardo x driver reader #x driver!reader #x female!reader #x reader #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

[upsidedownwithsteve]

A message.

I’d like to start by saying once more (due to it being the cause of so many hateful messages) that I support Palestine.

I donate to charities that fund several of the organisations that help and I use my business in the best way I can to give my services for free to fundraisers that also raise money for these causes. Shy of showing you my personal bank statements and private emails between myself and my clients, I don’t have any ways of showing this on tumblr.

I have several social media platforms, I have a business that I run, I have friends and family I talk to, I have an entire life off of this website. I choose to use tumblr to post my writing and for the most part, it’s become a really important space for me. Writing is one of the few things I truly do for myself. I enjoy it immensely and it can really bring me a lot of peace.

I choose not to blog anything other my writing, other people’s writing and general fandom related things on my blog because I like to keep it as that small space for myself and one of the things I love most. I understand wholly that that is a privilege in itself and I will not shy away from that fact.

However, I will not condone being hunted for the choices I make. For the vast majority of you, I am a stranger online and no one, absolutely no one, knows what I do off of this website. I won’t allow anyone to judge me on what they don’t see and don’t understand.

The size of my following was not a choice I made, it was not something I deliberately aimed for and it was not something I tried hard to make sure I achieved. It wasn’t the goal of this blog. I don’t deem myself capable of “influencing” anyone in anyway. I’m a fanfiction writer. I’m not a politician, I don’t claim to be the most educated person on political and worldwide matters. I simply would like to believe that everyone tries to help in anyway they can. I know not everyone has the financial means to donate and instead they choose to raise awareness in other ways - that’s absolutely okay.

But I - and others - do not have to follow the rule book someone else deemed law. You see, I gave my views and reasons and it wasn’t good enough. And now, if I chose to reblog certain things, I’m pretty sure I’d be dragged for being performative, or “back tracking.” I fear that with some people, who like to hide behind an anonymous button, I cannot win. Despite an argument revolving around real life issues, I think I can safely say it came across as a very personal attack.

As other people have mentioned before, I also don’t enjoy the idea of writing smut and happy ever after’s about our favourite fictional men and then reblogging the death of others in real life straight after. I know that’s the world right now. I’m aware. I read articles, I watch the news, I follow accounts on Twitter, on Instagram and I try and keep myself as up to date and as educated as possible. I just don’t show that on this one platform.

As many of you know, I do run my own business. I’m also five months pregnant. I’m definitely experiencing more stress than I usually do. I’m very happy and enjoying my pregnancy immensely but I struggled with sickness and tiredness for the majority of it so far. Whats to come in the next four months and beyond fills me with excitement and anxiety and nerves. Coming onto tumblr and writing about fiction is a little reprieve from that - again, a privilege I am so aware of.

But I won’t be tolerating any more hateful messages, I won’t be arguing with anyone. I’m not lowering myself to it. You can talk about me passively aggressively, you can choose to hate me, that’s fine. I’m happy blocking people and moving on. Anons will be off indefinitely, it’s been proven that too many people are willing to hide behind them. After the messages regarding myself and my unborn child, quite frankly, there’s not a lot of trust left when it comes to knowing how far people will sink.

I’ve said all I’d like to say on the matter, I’ve told people where I stand, my views on the genocide that is occurring, what I’m able to do about it in my personal life and why I choose to keep this particular space the way I do.

I hope everyone can try to understand and respect that. If you don’t, that’s fine, that’s your prerogative. I don’t go out of my way to challenge, or police, or demand things from people I do not know. I hope that no one thinks that they have the right to do that to myself and others. I’m under no obligation to follow someone else’s rules.

I don’t know what the future holds for this blog, pregnancy and real life is very much taking priority over writing at the moment, but I do like to try when I can. I can’t lie either, the messages and their content that I received really left me feeling dejected and frustrated, this fandom really has turned into something rather poisonous. I’d like to be able to rise above it and in the mean time, even if I’m not always present, I’d like people to be able to access the stories I worked really hard on.

Thank you for reading,

Emmy 🧡

[thequietkid-moonie]

Hiiiii I hope I'm not a bother again, can I request a reaction of assassination classroom's main boys where you hide under your desk because of the weapons' loud noises? I used to read a quotev story and the mc did that, it broke my heart and I wanted to comfort them!!

Thank you<3

S/O is scare of the weapon's loud noises

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Nagisa, Karma ]

[ Assassination Classroom / Ansatsu Kyoshitsu ]

Uuuuh so cute ~ I will like to hug them too 🥺

By main boys you mean them right? I hope so, also sorry I changed a little the prompt I didn't specify that s/o hides under the desk

Nagisa Shiota

Nagisa is really caring towards you and even when he can get pretty shy that doesn't stop him from noticing when you are bothered by something, also he is really observant so it doesn't take him long to notice that you are scare by the guns you use, although he prefers to don't confront you right away

As well, Nagisa doesn't like to jump into conclutions so once he notice that you are afraid he imediatly pays attention to his surroundings to try find out what is bothering you (specially if you don't like or is difficult for you to talk about that kind of things)

Nagisa really wish to have the opportunity to talk to before the problem grows, so if it reach the point where you end up hidding to avoid the weapon's loud sounds or even have a panic attack Nagisa will feel really bad about letting things get so far (and he will blame himself a little because he already noticed that you were afraid)

When Nagisa sees you hidding he is quickly to react, trying to brush off his own feelings for now and just focusing in comforting you, approaching to you and with a soft voice trying to catch your attention, sweetly asking you whats wrong (even when he may know what happened, he wants for you to express, but he won't force you to), he doesn't want to right away touch you fearing that he may make things worst, and if there are more of your classmates there worring about you he asks to please don't surround you to not overwhelm you (unless you prefer for them to be there with you)

It could be that he confronts you about it before this ever happen or after this experience, that doesn't matter too much because in either case he will do it in a calm and soft manner, not wanting to make it seem like he is invading your privacy or something, as well as making sure to express that he is really worried about you (but if is after you hide he will be a little more pushy with making you talk)

Nagisa isn't going to judge you for being afraid of the loud noises, he even admit that at first he was startled for how loud they actually were, and he is just happy to finally being able to talk about this with you

Nagisa immediatly offers you help to find out a solution to this, because there is no way for you to avoid the weapons since the assassination is an important part of the classes (unless you leave class 3-E, but that isn't easy neither), and he probably bring up the idea of talking it with Koro-sensei (who already noticed your fear)

After talking with Koro-sensei he let you avoid the roll call at the beginning of the classes to avoid the shooting, and since in class is forbidden to shoot to not interrupt the classes it won't be much troubles (and your classmates gladly help you with it too, not being able to use the guns will help them to find another ways to try to kill the teacher after all), and in Karasuma's classes you can use special headphones to don't hear the shooting

Besides, Nagisa is constantly checking on you, asking if you are alright and if you need a moment before going to the next classes, as well as making sure you don't forget your headphones and comforting you if you need it. Nagisa make a lot of efforts to help you because seeing you so scare that you feel the need to hide makes his heart squeeze

Karma Akane

Even when he doesn't show it much Karma is really caring towards you (you are his partner and not just in crime after all), he just show it in discreet and indirect ways, also he is really observant so it won't take him much time before noticing that you seem afraid by the weapons

First of all Karma is really interested and curious about your fear, so he won't say anything for a while and just watch you closely to see what exactly makes you afraid (although once he notice that you are really afraid or even almost with a panic attack he reacts quickly taking your attention away from whatever is startling you)

Even when Karma is pretty sure about your fear he doesn't confront you about it right away, specially if you don't like or have problems to talk about those things, still he tend to do little coments and even jokes about it mainly to let you know that he already know it (but if it makes you really uncomfortable or even embarrassed he will stop)

Karma likes when he feels like he has the control of the situation or at least knowing that it isn't going to become a disaster, so he is confident on that knowing about your fear he can talk to you before things get messy, so if he finds you hidding because of the weapon's loud sounds he is kinda shocked and mad at himself too for letting this happen because he was sure that he could help you before this happens, although if he actually confront you before you end up hidding or having a panic attack he will be calm while handling the situation

If it happens that he sees you hidden he reacts quickly, just by seeing you so scare make him really worried about you so he imediatly gets serious and kneeling in front of you he calls you, trying to make you focus only on him, pointing out that he is there with you and that he isn't going to leave you, as well as helping you regulate your breathing

When you finally manage to calm down Karma still in a serious manner confront you about it, asking you directly about your fear and when you say that is specifically to the loud noises he is surprised but still doesn't judge you (although if is in the case that he didn't saw you hidden he will be a little more carefree and even laugh softly, but not like making fun of you)

Karma knows that, as much as he hate seeing you in such state there is no way to avoid the weapons because all of this is an important part of the class, so instead he immediatly search for a way to be able to help you with your fear, he doesn't really bring the idea of asking Koro-sensei (but it isn't like he will just stand there and don't do anything)

From his side he will shield you at the best of his habilities from the loud noises (and he won't hesitant on going against whoever use the guns outside of the permitted time or attempted murder and makes you afraid), as well as talk to you about this fear (but making it seem like a normal chat without much importance) hoping to be able to help you decide to confront your fear or at least get used to

#assassination classroom #assassination classroom x reader #ansatsu kyoushitsu x reader #ansatsu kyoushitsu #nagisa shiota #nagisa shiota x reader #nagisa x reader #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #anime and manga #anime x reader #anime x you #x reader #x gn reader #anime #manga

[dailyadventureprompts]

Dear Dapper - you're so great at helping me think through ideas and creative blocks, and you have such great thoughts about DnD religions, so I hope this question is perfect for you. (Forgive the length, feel free to trim in any posting).

Our campaign is set in a world where the gods found some "clay" and sculpted a world out of it. Most of the various plots stem from the earliest, most powerful creations having various emotions about this act (resentment and reformation, jealousy, an overextended sense of ownership, or feeling they can redo it better). In the past, the sense of resentment led to a war where the traditional, but respected, judge-like, ferryman-style psychopomp god of death was killed. He now exists as a partial remnant, God of Undeath - the dark moon. The other gods then fled, abandoning creation.

My character started as a cleric of the light moon goddess, and as perhaps the most mythologically invested player, I've been expanding to become pan-theistic - trying to round up what remains of divine power into beneficent hands (ie, against the bbeg). In a recent story arc, a part of his soul was stolen, then given freely to this God of Undeath.

The God's angry (presumably about being killed - the how is an upcoming plot point). He's viewed as asleep, and wants to 'wake' the living world into undeath. His worshippers are secretive necromancers and the undead. Otherwise his themes so far are generally gothy, macabre and evil.

I think my character's desire is to try to restore him in some way, or at least, 'wake' him into some element of his former neutral/benevolent self. As a player, I want to toy with the scary, gothiness of this change, and dance with temptation a bit. As both, I want to find some good or positive elements to the Undeath angle that I can spin.

What ideas does this generate for you? In particular, what are some positives from undeath that I could play with? Why would a normal living wizard fall into the necromantic worship of this 'deity' (other than the selfish desire for immortality as a lich or vampire)?

Thanks for any thoughts you might have!

Fundamentally any depiction of the undead are really a portrayal of our relationship TO death, and the many reactions we can have regarding it's suddenness, tragedy, and inevitability.

A god that's angry about their own inevitable demise strikes me as one that's stuck mid way through the seven stages of grief, a state not unlike undeath because it leaves those trapped in it unable to move on. Cultists might think they're gaining immortality through undeath but really they're trapping themselves in bereaved stasis.

The ultimate resolution then is taking steps toward catharsis and acceptance, of letting go, and coming to terms with the loss as a form of exorcism. Perhaps your character also had a significant death in their life and had trouble moving on, and wants to give this god the same hardwon peace they finally achieved, or achieve it by working things out through this god.

I find it interesting that "gothy" is a term that's brought up multiple times in your description, because one of the big parts about goth subculture (other than a kickass music scene) is a philosophy that asks us to not shy away from the fear of death but instead look at it head on, unpleasant as it is, and say " I embrace you and in doing so I acknowledge how great life really is"

#prompt postage #undead #remembering the guy I saw yesterday driving around in a hot'rodded hearse rocking out with his windows down looking like a #victorian undertaker and thinking “yeah he looks like he knows what life's about”

[shuckinbeanz]

Ten Years-Warmth

warnings/notes: pls lmk in comments asks or dms if I'm missing any tws I'm lost on how to appropriately tw this and have no idea if it needs any but I can't shake the feeling it doesss? 😭 (I can't help but think OOC, definitely OOC)soft tristamp!Millions Knivesxhuman reader cuz that cloak tho 🥴🥺 if you seen him you probably already know what he is, so spoilers ahoy! we've proved time and time again he can trust us, but he's so very hesitant to let down his guard because he's afraid he'll break again 😭 as that barrier breaks, we find he's super touch starved despite his initial hesitance. Slow n steady wins the race! Told in his POV, brave bb inchin out of his comfort zone for us cuz he trusts us sm 🥺

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For ten long years, you were there for him. You never looked away, you always forced yourself past the inconsequential, so-called limits of your lowly species. For him. And somewhere along, the insignificant you turned into something dear. You probably don't know this, but…he so desperately wanted to reciprocate. His heart and his brain warred with each other and his body.

It was very confusing, and even more complicated.

You were the only other human…he was willing to love. It was painstakingly slow but sure, and eventually, your fastidious efforts bore fruit. 

Touch.

As revolting as the idea alone was, the moment he allowed your knuckle to graze against his jaw in a featherlight touch…it was equally, if not more so intoxicating.

It was also uncomfortable.

But he knew, if he showed that to you, you'd rear away in self resentment; hiding your desire to be touched, and more importantly, touch him beneath lock and key, out of your loyalty for him.

Yet he wanted more.

The look of pure awe in your eyes, as soft words pass your softer lips; of praise, worship, and limitless gratitude. He almost wanted to kiss them. Almost. Your other hand clutched desperately at the material you wore, evidence of your self restraint for his sake, your respect for his boundaries.

His gaze-somewhat judging-gives rise to your answer. "I want to touch you. I want to caress your cheek." you start, and he humors you with a raised brow. "Are you not doing that, already?" he mentions your knuckle, featherlight and sickeningly gentle against his jaw. You giggle, then. A sweet melody that makes his heart thrum in kind. "I want to run my fingers through your hair. I want to trace your ears, massage your broad shoulders…" you trail off, becoming shy at your own desires. "And…your strong arms…"

Even though his innate paranoia he built up over the years incessantly nagged at the edges of his consciousness; of losing, of being broken, of breaking anything precious to him…it did sound very tempting.

He doesn’t notice he’s moving, until his hand has found your wrist. You blink owlishly as he guides you, a rushed ‘Are you sure?’ spilling forth from you, worry evident in your tone and your tense form. For a brief moment, before your palm touches his cheek under his coaxing grip, he isn’t sure. But the moment it does, his body and his heart betray his brain as he leans into your warm palm and purrs. 

Warmth.

The very thing he forsook to chase his ideals. Something that, for years, he'd sorely missed, prolonged stubborn abstinence numbing the craving. It hits him like a sandsteamer on overdrive. 

It was a disgusting feeling, if he were to be honest, stemming from the fear of loss. If he accepted this touch, mindful of his being, only to lose it-to lose you, in the end, he'd break.

He'd break far, far beyond repair, everything you've worked so hard to mend torn right off like a bandaid, never to heal again.

He didn't want that.

Yet here he was, leaning into your touch and craving more. He yearned for it, down to his very vulnerable core, which threatened to hum to life in a very visible, vibrant hue just beneath his skin-quite literally. 

It was rather humiliating for him, for every fiber of his being to be so easily highly reactive to you. He both hated it and loved it at the same, very confusing time.

He was still in denial that someone as great as him was so touch starved. But before he knew it, he'd dived right into your embrace, his weight sending you onto your back.

He let you experiment; your fingers just barely touching him, ready to move away at a moment's notice. He appreciated this, deeply-though he'd rather die than admit it.

Little by little, he'd slip out of his comfort zone, only for you. It will take time…but you are ever patient. 

Slowly, his tension began to melt away, just as you bravely began on his hair, with touch still so careful.

He respected you. You've always done everything you could, solely for him. 

Soon enough, it's too late; the unusual beckon of sleep tugs at his eyelids.

Maybe he likes you. Maybe…he's in love. But everything was still so confusing and so very complicated. So wait for him, just a little longer, and hopefully he can find the courage to accept it all.

#trigun stampede #millions knives #millions knives x reader #millions knives x you #trigun stampede millions knives x reader #knives x reader

[gettingfrilly]

Let's talk about Eddy's family

Out of the three boys, I feel we know the least about Eddy's family. We may have met his brother, the only adult to ever have a role in the show, but of the Eds, he talks about his parents the least. And I refuse to believe his brother is just Like That all on his own. Something happened to that guy and I wanna know what.

So, let's look at what we know:

Eddy was physically abused by his big brother. On the flip side, his big brother also passed his knowledge onto him, the show implying that his bro took on the role of a mentor in Eddy's life. Eddy also inherited a lot of his brother's stuff from him; whether Eddy's brother had a choice in that matter or not is unknown, since Eddy could have simply taken the items out of his brother's room after he was gone.

Bro is much older than Eddy, though we don't know exactly by how much.

in the episode 'Ed... Pass it on...' we learn that the older boys in the neighborhood (Kevin and Rolf), who would have clearer memories of him than the other kids, are terrified of bro.

Eddy idolizes his brother. He pulls his pranks, wears his clothes, and speaks his praises any chance he gets.

Eddy's dad is most likely a homophobe judging by the implications of the only direct description we get of him in the bible. He doesn't want his son to be gay and worries that he is.

Eddy's mom thinks Eddy can do no wrong. Now, I've seen a lot of people interpret the line about Eddy's mom as a continuation of the line about his dad, and that she, too, is homophobic but doesn't believe Eddy is gay. However, I think they're separate statements. Eddy is a guy who gets in a lot of trouble, and usually when a kid gets in trouble, their mom is the first to be told. I think what the bible is communicating to us is that Eddy's mom flat out doesn't believe the stories about the trouble Eddy gets up to. It's probably one of the biggest reasons he keeps making trouble without fear of consequences.

Here's where things get a little more up to interpretation-y:

Here we have Eddy throwing a mug that says "#1 son" out of his closet. So. Yeah. He's the favorite child and his parents aren't afraid to say it out loud.

Eddy's dad, like Eddy, seems to have a short temper and isn't shy of getting physical with people, including his own children (important to keep in mind that this is a hyperbolic, slapstick cartoon, and not any sort of canon proof that Eddy's dad is abusive.)

Then there's the way Bro is talked about in the bible. "Before his brother went... away," why the ellipses? Was there something else to be said other than just "away?" I think the hint here is that Eddy's brother didn't just grow up and move out. There was some sort of inciting incident that lead to him living on his own. There's also the fact that Eddy has no idea where his brother lives in BPS, and that when he does show up, the first thing his bro asks is "Do mom and dad know you're here?" Eddy answers "AS IF!" which tells me that Eddy's parents would not approve of Eddy being around his brother, and both brothers are aware of that. This is followed up by bro asking "Does ANYONE know you're here?" Which. Big scary imo. Really fucking weird thing to ask your little brother before you start beating on him. Like he wanted to know what he could get away with.

So with all that in mind, here's my own personal headcanon that is not in anyway present in canon this is just what i like to imagine happened:

Eddy's brother was the family's scapegoat, whereas Eddy (in his mother's eyes, at least) was the golden child. Extremely rarely do children grow up to be violent just because. I think bro learned that behavior at home. I've discussed before that I think Eddy has ADHD, and that shit hella genetic, so I think his bro has it, too. Their mom and dad were new parents when they first had bro, and probably knew squat about raising a neurodivergent kid, and neurodivergent children are more likely to be victims of abuse. When corporal punishment didn't end up working out so well on bro, I think his parents changed tactics for Eddy. I also personally think that his mom felt guilty for how bro was raised, which is why she's so lenient with Eddy. So now, bro is jealous of Eddy and bitter about his own abusive upbringing, and he takes this out on Eddy by being exceptionally cruel and violent towards him.

This led to bro eventually doing something bad enough to get his ass sent to either juvie or prison, depending on how old he was at the time. This was hidden from Eddy, who adores his older brother, and was told that his brother had simply moved out. And that's how things ended up how they are in the show and how Eddy's brother ended up the way that he is. Again, this is just my own imagination. While it makes sense as something that could be true when you look at canon, I don't think canon actually props it up as accurate in any way. Anyway, I'm curious to hear what you guys think of bro and Eddy's family!!! especially if any of you know what the hell "Eddy's genes are working the fastest" means.

#eene #ed edd n eddy #gettingfrillyspeaks

[idv-sunsxin3]

Click // Dating Headcanons

Note// I also love this boy here - ever since day 1 and before I even got him. It was even funny the fact that he was a 5 star who came home before Sweetheart and Bkornblume and after Balloon Party,,, his lore put me in tears like;;; <//3

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Click is always that one figure looking and observing the crowd from the background. Even seeing often as the one who records every memory in a sanctuary like the suitcase, through his trusty camera.

He is a quiet ghost, but one with guts of a true man...

He is the one who has no single fear cell on stepping landmines and explosions during a ruthless war... despite his role as the photographer, he doesn't guarantee his life from being taken away by the battlefield.

Yet...

Why was he paralyzed whenever he tries to talk to you..?

Is it because of the way you talk? The way you try to console others when they argue at one another? The way you smile...?

No, it couldn't be... he is always like this even when you get mentioned - as if your name is what keeps a bell ringing on his head.

...There is no point holding back, however. He would be the person who may often be less verbal, yet whenever he speaks, it is always something straightforward. There is no need for explanations.

You can remember the time you first saw him. It was quite unexpected in your opinion - encountering a ghost somewhere inside the suitcase after you got recruited by Vertin...

It doesn't mean it was a bad experience, of course.

"Hi."

You softly say, your eyes not looking away as you admire the sight of the celestial looking figure. Despite his torn and ripped edges of his garment.

"...."

The spirit doesn't respond... Instead, he prepares his camera to angle it towards you before taking a picture. The sound of flashing can be heard from the tool as you couldn't get the chance to react what he just did -

"... Your surprised look is.. pleasant..

please wear it often." The transparent figure finally says something, despite not exactly answering to your greeting.

It sounded strange... but you didn't get weirded out by it somehow. It's probably by how pretty he looks you just couldn't bring yourself judge so soon... You're quite understanding.

Little by little, you sometimes find the silent ghost looking in your direction through the crowds. Even when you both are in a room yet in a decent distance from one another. His eyes are droopy and looking tired, yet always have this gaze of longing when your eyes meet.

He doesn't seem to intent in approaching you at times after the last time he spoke to you, which is when he asked if he can take pictures of you.

Camera shy or not, you didn't seem fazed by his question and allowed him so as if it was just some kind of way to pass the time for him...

He is a ghost. What else can he do besides floating around?

That question made yourself feel sorry for him... even sad that he doesn't get to be... human ever again at such a young age. Yet, you wonder what does he usually feels while in such a current state.

After a few days of knowing him, he is never likely to take pictures as blackmail nor the type to just share pictures of people to others..

So mostly if he wants to, he would just watch you from afar and sometimes sneak some shots whenever you laugh, smile, blabbering about other things that seem to make you happy... All those little things managed to get into his memory to the point that he slowly got to know you from afar.

There are times you catch him organizing portfolios, even admiring his work silently and sometimes giving compliments about his skills in his takes.

The point where you once gave him constructive criticism intrigued him - that he even seems to become a bit inspired and to try to ask you more about your opinions in the takes next time.

He would randomly appear beside you after a small sounds of wood being penetrated can be heard as a warning... you barely got used to it in the first time, but quickly catch on the cues and look forward to his silent visits.

"...I was wondering if you could share some thoughts about this portfolio I made." He once says calmly as he lowers his camera to search the folder from his bag. I'm looking at you for any answers with a hint of curiosity.

When you come back to the suitcase, he just happens to be straight away and floating beside you. Or when you're at the same party setup, he would often be behind you to look after you. Even when you're not around, he doesn't seem to do anything else but put maintenance on his camera, checking out the photos he recently took, and floating around wanderlessly until he can sense you coming back from exploration.

He probably admitted his feelings for you without exactly confessing(?) He just happened to be in a small talk with you. Often being beside or appearing out of thin air whenever you have to depart to a different location.

When it seems like it is the right moment, he would be quick to act and appear beside you to ask for some of your time to speak with him.

"I have to say this before I forget..." He says as he faces you with that same look yet in such a gentle voice, "You're a company I didn't know I would need it the most... Thank you."

It wasn't exactly a real confession in his eyes but more like a simple, honest statement from him. Having this friendship slowly blooming, he doesn't seem to mind keeping it that way, until you asked if you can both be something more than just pookies... He would still be happy nonetheless, even if he doesn't seem to show it.

Throughout the relationship, there is never enough with Click taking pictures of you. He could have made a shrine out of it if he can, yet he doesn't. He honestly doesn't desire for others to see your pictures... they're special for his eyes... His pride and joy. Anything else can be shown to the world, but he won't exchange anything if it means to show those little cameos of yours... it's an unspoken rule for him.

Click's way of affection is definitely far from touch... since he sadly can't do that. But whenever you feel down, he is silently willing to give you quality time and some words of affirmation...

He may not be often good in expressing himself.... but when he cant find the words, his willingness to give you soft whispers, gazing longingly into your eyes, while trying to make his transparent hand seem to trembly hover over yours can tell many things that he wish to express them to you.

#reverse: 1999 x reader #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 click #r1999 x reader #r1999 #r1999 click #click x reader

[blubushie]

is the gay sheepherder movie any good? I've never seen it before

The first time I watched it I was 18, watching with my girlfriend, and was struggling with both coming to terms with my sexuality and the trauma I had regarding that sexuality. So as a man who likes--dare I say has loved--other men, it pulls at the fucking heart strings. In a large way, what happened to Ennis is why I stopped bothering to hide my sexuality or war with it. I like women. I also like men. And that's ok.

Basically this is the movie that made me come out lmao

I didn't cry. But I got close. That tightness in the back of your throat, the clearing it every now and then, making sure you're breathing steady so you look put together because I am not gonna embarrass myself in front of my girl like that.

I have low empathy so it's not often that I can empathise with people, let alone characters, but I empathised with Ennis all through the movie, which is maybe why watching it tore my heart out the way it did. Struggling with something you consider an inner demon and letting that hold you back all your life and miss out on opportunities until the day comes you realise it was never actually a demon to start with and you just did this to yourself for no reason... really sucks. Hiding parts of yourself out of fear of judgement, or rejection, or people seeing you as less than for something you can't control really sucks. And letting your own fear rule your life and control how you live it really sucks.

If I'm entirely honest, calling it the "gay cowboy film"/"gay sheepherder film" is doing the film a disservice. It's so much more than that and while the core of Ennis' turmoil is loving another man and how society would perceive him if he was open about it, a lot of Ennis' turmoil is also just being intimate and allowing himself to love at all. Which is something I HEAVILY struggle with. The movie is less about "hehe gay cowboy forbidden love" and more about "how often do we make decisions in our day-to-day not because we don't want to do them but because we want to do them but are afraid of how the people around us will judge us for them? How often do we shy away from doing things we want to do because we're afraid of the pain of failure, or the grief of having loved just to lose?" It makes you question what you'd do with your life if you didn't have to worry about disappointing anyone or being judged.

It's a great film. The writing is incredible, the acting is incredible, the dialogue kills me in a good way cuz it fucks me up inside. Can't recommend it more highly.

#blu whos #brokeback mountain

[candybowbeansies]

Ten Years-Warmth

warnings/notes: pls lmk in comments asks or dms if I'm missing any tws I'm lost on how to appropriately tw this and have no idea if it needs any but I can't shake the feeling it doesss? 😭 (I can't help but think OOC, definitely OOC)soft tristamp!Millions Knivesxhuman reader cuz i love his knaifu cloak 🥺 if you seen him you probably already know what he is, so spoilers ahoy! we've proved time and time again he can trust us, but he's so very hesitant to let down his guard because he's afraid he'll break again 😭 as that barrier breaks, we find he's super touch starved despite his initial hesitance. Slow n steady wins the race! Told in his POV, brave bb inchin out of his comfort zone for us cuz he trusts us sm 🥺

I plan to write this in parts! <3

For ten long years, you were there for him. You never looked away, you always forced yourself past the inconsequential, so-called limits of your lowly species. For him. And somewhere along, the insignificant you turned into something dear. You probably don't know this, but…he so desperately wanted to reciprocate. His heart and his brain warred with each other and his body.

It was very confusing, and even more complicated.

You were the only other human…he was willing to love. It was painstakingly slow but sure, and eventually, your fastidious efforts bore fruit. 

Touch.

As revolting as the idea alone was, the moment he allowed your knuckle to graze against his jaw in a featherlight touch…it was equally, if not more so intoxicating.

It was also uncomfortable.

But he knew, if he showed that to you, you'd rear away in self resentment; hiding your desire to be touched, and more importantly, touch him beneath lock and key, out of your loyalty for him.

Yet he wanted more.

The look of pure awe in your eyes, as soft words pass your softer lips; of praise, worship, and limitless gratitude. He almost wanted to kiss them. Almost. Your other hand clutched desperately at the material you wore, evidence of your self restraint for his sake, your respect for his boundaries.

His gaze-somewhat judging-gives rise to your answer. "I want to touch you. I want to caress your cheek." you start, and he humors you with a raised brow. "Are you not doing that, already?" he mentions your knuckle, featherlight and sickeningly gentle against his jaw. You giggle, then. A sweet melody that makes his heart thrum in kind. "I want to run my fingers through your hair. I want to trace your ears, massage your broad shoulders…" you trail off, becoming shy at your own desires. "And…your strong arms…"

Even though his innate paranoia he built up over the years incessantly nagged at the edges of his consciousness; of losing, of being broken, of breaking anything precious to him…it did sound very tempting.

He doesn’t notice he’s moving, until his hand has found your wrist. You blink owlishly as he guides you, a rushed ‘Are you sure?’ spilling forth from you, worry evident in your tone and your tense form. For a brief moment, before your palm touches his cheek under his coaxing grip, he isn’t sure. But the moment it does, his body and his heart betray his brain as he leans into your warm palm and purrs. 

Warmth.

The very thing he forsook to chase his ideals. Something that, for years, he'd sorely missed, prolonged stubborn abstinence numbing the craving. It hits him like a sandsteamer on overdrive. 

It was a disgusting feeling, if he were to be honest, stemming from the fear of loss. If he accepted this touch, mindful of his being, only to lose it-to lose you, in the end, he'd break.

He'd break far, far beyond repair, everything you've worked so hard to mend torn right off like a bandaid, never to heal again.

He didn't want that.

Yet here he was, leaning into your touch and craving more. He yearned for it, down to his very vulnerable core, which threatened to hum to life in a very visible, vibrant hue just beneath his skin-quite literally. 

It was rather humiliating for him, for every fiber of his being to be so easily highly reactive to you. He both hated it and loved it at the same, very confusing time.

He was still in denial that someone as great as him was so touch starved. But before he knew it, he'd dived right into your embrace, his weight sending you onto your back.

He let you experiment; your fingers just barely touching him, ready to move away at a moment's notice. He appreciated this, deeply-though he'd rather die than admit it.

Little by little, he'd slip out of his comfort zone, only for you. It will take time…but you are ever patient. 

Slowly, his tension began to melt away, just as you bravely began on his hair, with touch still so careful.

He respected you. You've always done everything you could, solely for him. 

Soon enough, it's too late; the unusual beckon of sleep tugs at his eyelids.

Maybe he likes you. Maybe…he's in love. But everything was still so confusing and so very complicated. So wait for him, just a little longer, and hopefully he can find the courage to accept it all.

#trigun stampede #millions knives #millions knives x reader #millions knives x you #trigun stampede millions knives x reader #knives x reader

[cycloplasm]

Made a ref for Cucamelon! I'm going to finish the rest of what is essentially fruitbugs versions of the Universal Monsters. Ones that have already been finished are Bloodlime (Dracula) and Pulasan (Wolfman). I think you can easily guess which classic monster Cucamelon is based on! He's also a Tiger beetle.

Cucamelon is a Genetically Modified Organism, made by the actually skillful scientist Jambul. The other GMO fruitbugs are... Less symmetrical and functional, and all made by Papaya. Jambul made Cucamelon to test his abilities, and create life from nothing. Jambul did not use any dead matter, he simply used fruits and lots of suspicious neon green fluid, to create an homonculus-like being, but with full sentience and with similar insides to normal fruitbugs (so fruit guts, bones made of literal bugs). Cucamelon is not perfect- with only one functional eye, stitches holding him together and a need for electricity to have energy/stamina, but compared to Papaya's creations he's a pretty successful experiment! Cucamelon has a good amount of intelligence, enough so to have had Jambul let him go to explore the world and learn on his own terms. Jambul COULD have taught his creation some things, but he's too busy to do so. Unfortunately, Cucamelon is very obviously a GMO, and people (mostly NPCs) reacted to him with fear and prejudice, sometimes even harrassing and/or threatening him. This is still ongoing, though Cucamelon tries to spend his time away from people, but that's not the easiest thing to do given he loves rockabilly music and tries to attend concerts.

Because of the general fear and bullying people have subjected him to, Cucamelon is closed off and generally don't interact with anyone, except for musical artists he likes. When someone DOES go out of their way to interact with him, they might notice his speech patterns and how he clearly learned how to talk by listening to rockabilly songs. He tries hard to have a southern drawl but whether he's good at it depends on circumstances- when he gets excited he overdoes it. And Cucamelon gets excited if he gets to talk about his interests and few good people experiences, but he'll only do so if he fully trusts you. To do that, you must never judge him for his appearance or mannerisms, or, better, talk about your own experiences to make him see you understand his situation. When he trusts someone, Cucamelon can get reveal himself to be pretty bubbly and can talk fast- usually eager to do activities he likes (with as few people as possible). He's shy towards others and his trauma responses ARE there, but with time and trust Cucamelon is a great friend or boyfriend. He can try to uplift you and would take a literal bullet for you if the occasion presented itself. You have to indulge him in letting him getting purposefully struck by lightning though, he needs that to recharge- literally.

#o #fruitbugs #rose'socs #fruitbugs cucamelon #stitches #if you recognize the poses (big grin) *gives you a planet sized medal #if you know his main insp besides the very obvious classic horror one you might recognize those poses- #but at the same time the insp guy he's an obscure chara that 4 people worldwide likes so.

[ronnie2point0]

... nobody told me to do this nobody not a single soul d. bloodmarch nsfw headcanons.

CRUCIFY ME CRUCIFY ME RIGHT NEXT TO JOSEPH I DON'T CARE. I HAVE DONE WHAT MANY MEN HAVE FEARED TO DO AND SOMEONE IS PROBABLY SEARCHING FOR SOME RECENT SHIT LIKE THIS ANYWAY

anyways i may or may not have studied his character a little too long if it feels a little too accurate (or not) don't shoot me please

Judging by the affectionate nature he's got (ex. bouquet making, letters to you, etc.) Damien would be the kind of man to 'go big or go home'; loves the setup of the 'rosepetals leading to the bed' trope, big on enhancing the experience down to the little things (ex. scent of candles, lighting, bedsheets and coloring, music if you care for it, even down to the body wash and fragrances on himself to keep you interested + kind of aphrodisiac-esque?)

King of Sensuality. What did you expect? He's a Victorian aficionado. He writes poetry. He indulges in raunchy NaruSasu fanfiction. He's got saucy things to say when the time is right, and it's shocking everytime. Knowingly presenting himself as incredibly put-together, gentlemanly-like and respectful, he sure as hell uses your inital perception of him to his advantage. Starts with little sweet compliments and quips about your appearance, then it'll be the gestures. The lingering finger dropping down your spine before he departs. The longing gaze before dropping it to keep you thinking about what's in his mind. The nectar-sweetness of his caress of your cheek until a kiss is given... and he'll make it last just before you need more. Small bonus: Body Worship™.

He's a switch. I don't make the rules. Depending on the partner he'll fluctuate more on topping or bottoming, but generally Damien will love both. Avid strap-on user. If he's bottoming: missionary through-and-through. Likes the intimacy of seeing your face + reactions to his own if you hit/touch a spot he loves, likes to gently claw at your back or wrap himself around your neck and feel you near. Topping? Lotus. Same case of intimacy mentioned prior. (of course in reverse)

Probably enjoys the flair of kinks/fetishes; the man avidly imagines things a little too vividly when it comes to sex + has his naughty ass books to prove he's most likely interested. May enjoy wax play, raunchy massages in moody lighting (probably would pick up the kind of oils that make your skin tinge/heat), yes it's super on the nose but a vampire kink. May or may not like doing it in his study (mainly oral) and has a guilty pleasure for being called "sir". He tries not to acknowledge that one but his pink cheeks give it away.

Sorry to crush any small dreams but the man is too nice for his own good; painfully patient and incredibly good at purred praises but can't bare the idea of insulting/degrading you in anyway shape or form. To Damien your body is a shrine he'll praise and keep in prisitine condition till 'Death Do Us Part' because it hurts the values and morals he has for himself. And maybe he's a bit scared you won't take it well if he does have the courage to try once on a blue moon. Worst he can get is being some sassy little tease (thank Mary for the influence) and prod your buttons until it's too much, which in his eyes he can see as 'forgivable sadism'.

Damien isn't much of a vocal person during the early stages of your relationship with him—dysphoria is still presently a bitch and it does take him longer than most to fully dive into preparing himself to be bare in front of you. (its cute even when you know you've accepted him already) Tends to either hum or sigh at best. Later on however... loves to mewl. Loves to whine if he's frustrated from work and does the 'Pouty-Cheek Thing'™ if you're purposely hard on him (heuheu get it) for funsies + still timelessly get's shy and bashful if you're honest about how good he sounds

Remember how I said he's big on sensuality and enjoys body worship? small secret: his erogenous zones are by his thighs, inner wrists and ears. sorry i dont I DON'T MAKE THE RULES do you see how i have too much time on my hands also good morning tumblr so sorry for this

#ddadds #dream daddy #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #damien bloodmarch #damienbloodmarch #headcanon

[beaker1636]

Let's Get Deep - Ryan ft. Justin

AN: Here is the requested Ryan threesome fic! I actually wrote one with Ricky first instead of Justin but something just didn't feel right at all so I changed it to Justin and I lowkey love this. The card game they are playing in the beginning is Let's Get Deep After Dark, which is a real game. My husband and I have actually played it ourselves. Anyway, enjoy the pure smut that is ahead.... over 4000 words of it, my longest fic I have written to date!

Thank you for the request, I absolutely loved writing this one!

“Why are we even playing this dumb card game again?” Ryan asks you, playfully teasing you as you sit next to him on the bed.  Both of you are getting tired of the dumb questions that this game has.

“I don’t know, to get to know each other more? Apparently we know each other too much or some shit.  Try one of the deepest cards, maybe it will be better,” you answer, playfully shoving his shoulder.

“Or we skip it and do something else.  I can think of other ways we could get deep with each other,” he looks over at you with a smirk.  

“We already did that today, humor me please,” you roll your eyes at him. “I spent 20$ on this stupid fucking game and would like to get some use out of it. I’ll even read the next question.  Have you ever been romantically involved with a friend's sibling?”

“No, but I was with one of my sister's friends if that counts. What about you?” he asks, curious.  He is going to assume no, because you have always been a bit shy since he has known you but you could prove him wrong.

“Yes actually, my first girlfriend was my friend's sister… anyway, ask yours I don’t want to go into details,” you answer, glancing away from him.

He reaches out to take a card, and by the grin growing on his face you are terrified of answering this one already and you don’t know what it is. “Okay, this one is definitely more interesting than what we were pulling earlier.  What is something in the bedroom you have always wanted to try but haven’t?”

You freeze, turning bright red on the spot as you glance away from him. “Nope, you were right, this game is stupid, let's do something else.”

“Oh no baby, you insisted we keep playing so play.  What is your answer?” He grabs your arm, trying to get you to turn back towards him. “I won’t judge, I’m open to pretty much anything, you know this by now.”

“Yeah but it's weird, and I’m happy with what we already do and-”

He cuts your words off with a soft kiss, stopping you from overthinking like you tend to do.  He pulls away only once he feels your body relax a little bit against him.

“Fine, I- I’ve always thought a threesome would be interesting, just once,” you admit softly, glancing away from him in fear of his reaction.

“That’s it? That is what you were scared to tell me? I expected it to be something really fucking strange with as nervous as you were,” he tries not to laugh at how flustered you got over a relatively minor thing. “So with another guy or a girl?”

“I mean when I have thought about it it has always been with another guy,” you say softly, moving the cards so that you can move closer to Ryan.  Your instinct like always when you are able to when embarrassed or upset being to hide your face in his neck.  His arms slip around you when you do, knowing that you are uncomfortable but also curious how much he can get out of you before you shut down.

“So you want to be trapped between me and another guy is what you are saying? Does this have to do with the being dominated thing that you like or?” he asks, lightly tickling your sides to try and get you to loosen up some.

“No, I am done answering your questions.  This game is done,” you groan, not giving in to him at this time.

“Okay, would it help if I told you one of mine?” he asks you softly, trying to get you to unwind a little bit, show you that you have nothing to be embarrassed over.

You nod your head from where you are at, still not moving much as you continue to take comfort from being close to him.

“I have always thought that having someone catching me doing stuff with a girl, and staying around to watch would be hot. Maybe I’ll just have to arrange for both of us to get a chance to try what we want sometime,” he says, hoping that him admitting this will open you back up to the conversation at hand.

“Nobody has ever caught you with a girl before? Not once in all your years of touring?” you ask him, now curious. You’d expect this to have happened at least once by now.  

“Oh I’ve been barged in on, but they have never stayed to watch the show… or have joined in with what was going on,” he says, rubbing circles on your back now.

“Oh, how would you even arrange it anyways, who would agree to this?” you ask him, curious if he had someone in mind.

“I know someone who is into you and has been for awhile, I could easily convince him to join us.  Don’t ask who though, I’ll tell you if or when this happens,” he says with a chuckle, moving to kiss your forehead.

“Now come on, one last round before bed please? I leave early in the morning and won’t see you for almost a month,” he said, moving to kiss you, but leaving a slight gap between the two of you.

You answer by closing the gap and moving to straddle his lap.  The conversation may have gotten you about as worked up as it did to him. 

Yeah, the way you are grinding on him already tells him the conversation definitely did get to you.  He’s going to have to have a chat with Justin when he sees him tomorrow.

A Month Later

Ryan stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you as you both stand in the greenroom, waiting for the bus to come around to give everyone a ride back to the hotel for the night.  He is really glad that you are joining them for a couple days, having missed you while you have been a part.

“I found someone who is willing to play along with what we talked about, if you are game of course,” Ryan whispers in your ear, quiet enough that nobody would hear him.

He chuckles when he feels your body tense slightly at his words, how you flushed slightly as well.  You hadn’t expected him to bring up what you confessed to him that night a while ago, he hasn’t mentioned it once since then.  

“Really? How is this all going to work?’ You say softly back, eyes scanning the room to make sure that nobody notices your conversation.

“Well after we all get back and shower he will join us in the room.  We will have a little wine to calm mostly your nerves and then we will start with him watching for a little bit before he joins in… assuming you are still okay with all of this.  And no, I am not telling you who is joining us yet, I want it to be a surprise for you” he says softly, lightly nipping at your ear lobe after speaking.  

“And if I decide after we start that I change my mind, that I don’t want this?” you ask, turning  yourself to face him with a shy look on your face.

“Any of us can stop what is happening at any point, no hard feelings,” he says, pulling you into a soft kiss.

“Okay,” you agree softly, jumping when you hear someone yell that it’s time to load the bus and head to the hotel.

Time skip to when shit is starting

You step out of the bathroom, having changed into a set of lingerie that you brought for Ryan, so that when they remove you from your leggings and shirt that you will look halfway decent.  You may not know who he added to the equation but you still don’t want to look like a slob.

It is then that you notice that Justin is sitting in a chair next to Ryan waiting for you, instantly you can feel your desire for what is to come building.  Truthfully you have always found Justin very attractive, and if you had to choose someone from the band to do this with you are glad that it would be with him.

“Why don’t you take a seat with us, have some wine to help relax a little bit before we start this,” Justin suggests, noticing that you seemed to stiffen when you found the two of them sitting there. 

You nod, sitting down and accepting the glass that Ryan had handed to you, taking a few sips as you sit on the bed.  Watching the two of them talk like what is about to happen isn’t happening, like nothing is any different than usual between them.  You are starting to get nervous, not really talking to them but rather observing, something that Ryan noticed.

“Baby, this isn’t going to work if you are trapped inside your own head, relax.  We aren’t going to start anything until we know that you are alright,” he says, turning towards you as he rests a hand on your thigh, lightly rubbing circles with his thumb trying to get you to relax.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” you say softly, feeling like you have ruined the mood by overthinking shit again.  You genuinely do want this, even more so now that you know that it is Justin who is joining the two of you.  

“Why don’t you start with her, she will relax more if you are starting things and you have already told me what the limits and rules are.  I’ll watch and jump in once she is more into it,” 

Justin suggests, glancing over at the two of you. “I think that’ll be the easiest way.”

Ryan looks at you, as if asking permission if he is allowed to start doing this.  When you give him a slight nod his lips are on yours.  Slowly at first, coaxing you into it as he pulls you onto his lap, straddling him.  His tongue soon meets yours when he feels you relax more, your hands now wandering down his chest.  You let him slip your shirt off before he removes his own, you hadn’t noticed that he was only in his boxers until your fingers meet the top of the material when they settle on his waist. 

Now that you seem relaxed and more into the mood Justin moves to stand behind you, one of his hands moving to toy with the thin strap of your bra.  Watching how you move yourself against Ryan the more and more needy you get. 

“Am I allowed to touch you y/n? I need to hear you tell me yes before I will,” Justin says softly in your ear.  Now pressed closely against your back, sandwiching you between Ryan and himself.

You pull your lips away from Ryan’s to gasp out a yes, suddenly aware of just how close you are to both of them.  A hand moves your hair to one side, you aren’t sure whose, before Ryan settles his lips against your neck, nipping and sucking at the spot that he knows you love.  

You don’t think about what is happening anymore, feeling Justin's hands move to cup both of your breasts, squeezing and caressing them through your bra before pulling the cup down under one of them.  His fingers move to tease your nipple, making it harden from his touch, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. 

Ryan’s hands reach around your back, unhooking your bra to get it out of Justin’s way.  He thought that he would hate watching you enjoy his friend's touch but it is really turning him on, especially with it making you grind yourself harder against his growing length.  Your bra is flung somewhere, you aren’t sure where.

“You should stand up y/n, we can slip your leggings off.  Show Justin how good your ass looks when there is nothing in the way,” Ryan whispers, his hot breath hitting your neck right where there is now an angry mark forming.

You don’t answer, rather you stand up, letting the two men step on either side of you. Ryan is still in front of you while Justin stands behind you, Ryan now sliding your leggings down your hips, wanting you out of the material.  

When they’re off his lips find yours, kissing you again while Justin removes everything but his boxers and then steps up close behind you.  His chest pressing into your back while his hands slide along the curve of your ass.

“Shit, you were right.  Her ass does look really nice like this,” Justin says, moving his hand so that he can step closer to you, letting you feel the bulge that he is now sporting against your ass.

You shudder when you feel his fingers slip around to your front, sliding around between you and Ryan as he starts to circle your clit through your panties. You can’t help yourself when you start to squirm your hips a little bit at his touch, his lips now settling on your neck, opposite the side that Ryan already marked so that he can start to form his own.  Ryan already gave him the go ahead and you don’t seem to be saying no.

Ryan’s hands move to your chest, starting to toy with your nipples while Justin continues to tease your clit lightly, both of them turning you into a mess between the two of them.  Both of them more turned on than what they expected to be, both of them enjoying that they are making you enjoy yourself.

Justin's fingers trail a little lower, one of them now barely dipping into your entrance before pulling back. “Shit Ry, she’s already so fucking wet,” he groans against your neck.

“She definitely seems to be enjoying herself,” he breathes against your lips, pulling away hoping that you will say something.  You have been much too quiet tonight so far and both men are ready for that to change. 

“I-yeah, I am enjoying this,” you sigh out.  Justin slowly continues to play with you, now slipping your panties to the side so that he can directly rub your clit, teasing you more and more.  Knowing that you are growing wetter and wetter from his touch. 

“Why don’t you turn around and show Justin how much you appreciate what he is doing to you, you’re allowed to kiss him baby,” Ryan murmurs, moving slightly away from you so that you can turn around and give some attention to the taller man behind you.

You turn around, pulling on Justins hair slightly as you pull his lips to yours, pressing yourself against him, his hands moving to settle on your waist as his tongue finds yours.  Both of you moaning into the kiss. 

“Keep going baby, show him how good you are with your mouth hmm,” Ryan eggs you on, helping you settle on your knees in front of Justin.

He moves to sit on the edge of the bed after slipping his boxers off, watching you closely while you continue to kneel in front of him.  You feel pleased when you realize that his cock is already hard for you.

Your hand curls around his base as you take him slightly in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you tease him.  Licking and sucking his head as you continue to tease him, wanting him to enjoy this as much as he has already made you enjoy the night.  You glance up at him, happy when you see the pleased look on his face as he watches you, his eyes half lidded.

“You can do better than that, come on, show him just how great you are at this,” Ryan says from behind you.  One of his hands settling on the back of your head as he pushes you down, making you take Justin completely.  

Justin letting out a groan and throwing his head back when he feels himself hit the back of your throat, Ryan holding you there while your eyes water before he finally lets you go.  You pull back for a second to catch your breath before you start working more on Justin, him starting to lose control slightly.  His hips jerking and thrusting into your mouth, something that you always love.

You notice out of the corner of your eye that Ryan is stroking himself while he watches Justin thrust into your mouth, seeking the release that is coming close.  After a few more thrusts he grabs your hair, pulling you off of him as he watches you wipe the little trail of saliva from the corner of your mouth as you watch, waiting to see what is next.

Ryan settles himself in place next to Justin and you take the hint, moving so that you can take Ryan into your mouth as well.  Your hand wrapping around Justin while you lower yourself against Ryan, wasting no time as you take him all the way to the hilt.  

Justin would be lying if he said that watching you right now wasn’t the best porn he has ever had the chance to see.  You taking Ryan so well as you deep throat him, letting him raise his hips to straight up fucking into your mouth and you taking it so well.  Shit, he could cum just from watching you like this.

He watches you closely as you work Ryan, getting him all wet for you as you go.  

Ryan sets a hand on your shoulder, slightly pushing you away from him so that you stop before glancing between you and Justin.  

“Why don’t you lay down on the bed baby, lean your head off the edge.  Think you can continue to blow Justin while I get you off?” he asks, knowing that you love having your throat fucked, even more so  when you are close.  Not that you two have ever done something like this before, you letting him fuck your mouth while he uses a dildo on you, not at all.

You just nod slightly, moving to get yourself into position while Ryan settles himself beside you, Justin standing by your head as you make yourself comfortable, your panties being lost somewhere in the process.

Ryan slides a finger inside of you, a second quickly joining you so wet that you can take him with no problem.  You clearly enjoy having both of them more than you have let on as they go. You lean back, grabbing Justin’s thigh to bring him closer to you.  

He takes the hint and positions himself so that you can take him before he slides himself into your mouth, slowly moving his hips as he begins.  Groaning when he feels you moan around him when Ryan brushes his thumb against your clit.  He continues slowly, letting you get warmed back up as Ryan continues to finger you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.  Something about this feels so wrong, but so fucking good for you, you abruptly finishing around Ryan’s fingers.  Justin stilling for a moment to let you come back down from your high before continuing to thrust himself into your mouth.

“Think you can handle me fucking you while Justin continues to fuck your throat baby?” Ryan asks, not waiting for an answer because he knows that you are ready for him.

He doesn’t give you any warning before sliding himself deep inside of you, groaning as he feels your heat envelope him tightly.  You moan around Justin as Ryan begins to fuck you, his hips meeting yours harshly. 

“Fuck, you are so hot like this.  Watching you take Ryan so well.  Can I finish in your mouth?” Justin asks you, pulling out of your mouth long enough for you to answer a meek yes before he goes back to what he was doing.

Both him and Ryan thrusting into you harder, chasing their own high now, finding a rhythm so that they’re pounding into you at the same pace.  Justin’s leans down so that his fingers can find your clit, wanting to bring you over the edge one last time as they both fuck you, not seeming to care that he is doing so while his friends cock is pounding into your pussy at the same time.

You feel so good, so close as they continue their rough pace.  You bounce between the two of them, neither of them holding back anymore as they take what they need.

Justin is the first to finish, cumming in your mouth as his hips slowly still before he pulls out of your mouth.  The taste and feel of him against your tongue is what finally sends you over the edge as he continues to circle your clit while Ryan is still pounding away inside of you.  The strongest orgasm of your life, throwing your head back as you let out what can only be described as the most sinful sound that either man has heard in their life as it hits you.  

Your body clenches around Ryan, hugging him tightly as you milk his cock, finally sending him over the edge as he finishes inside of you with a groan.  

When you open your eyes both men move so they can help you sit up, your blood rushing to your head as you slowly adjust to sitting back up.  Ryan watches you closely to make sure that you are alright, while also feeling proud of just how much of a mess that he and Justin made you.  

“I’m going to go get something to clean you up,” Justin says softly before stepping away towards the bathroom of your hotel.

Ryan moves to sit next to you on the bed after slipping his boxers back on, letting you lay your head on his lap while Justin returns and helps clean up the mess that is between your thighs.

You smile at both of them, moving to sit up slightly to pull your hair back into the hair tie that was around your wrist before settling back in place.  

“I should probably go back to my room before Chris questions why I have been gone for so long… thank you for letting me join you guys,” Justin says with a smile.

“I think I should be thanking you Justin,” you say shyly, not sure what you should say as you watch him head towards the door.

“I enjoyed that a lot more than I thought I would, maybe we will have to do this again sometime man,” Ryan says with a smirk, glancing towards the taller man as he heads out the door before turning to look at you.

“Are you alright? Do you need anything or do you just want to turn the lights off and go to bed.  You look pretty fucked out right now,” Ryan says gently, playing with your hair as he looks down at you.

“Yeah, can we just go to bed Ry? I am worn out,” you ask softly, moving so that he can lay down in the bed with you. You curl up into his side, your head on his chest once he turns the lamp off for the night.

He glances down at you about 5 minutes later after scrolling on his phone for a moment, chuckling when he realizes that you have already fallen asleep before moving to take a quick picture, which he sends to Justin.  The caption reading: I think we may have broken my girlfriend tonight.

#motionless in white #fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction #motionless in white imagine #ryan sitkowski #justin morrow #miw #miw band #motionless in white smut #justin morrow smut #ryan sitkowski smut #ryan sitkowski x reader #justin morrow x reader #justin morrow x ryan sitkowski x reader #I may be slightly aroused after writing this one #no I wasn't watching Vinny stream while writing this shit

[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine you are the good girl Aemond Targaryen needs.(I)

Warnings: smut/fluff.

***

Aemond usually prefers more aggressive women. The ones who dominate him, who know how to make him weak. He still bears in mind the one time Aegon took him to the brothel... And in the rare times he felt the need to go back, he knew whom to come for.

Perhaps this evening is a good occasion to be under a woman's...care. Such is his thought as he is obliged to attend some feast the dowager queen is giving. Dressed in green robes, Aemond is taking his duty seriously--as he was educated to--, but his mind is wandering to a way to flee this very boring feast.

Until the purest being comes along, who successfully captures this prince's eyes. Dressed in a green-ish blue silk gown with two long braids dropping each side of yours, you walk in the great salon without any pretense.

Rather shy, you are hoping not to get anyone's attentions despite exhibiting an almost ethereal beauty with your y/c hair and y/c smooth skin. Your long gown falls perfectly in your body, reinforcing your curves at the same time it is so discreet. You are unaware many men, young and old, are looking at you, hoping for an opportunity to get to you.

Aemond hates competition, though. Like a hunter he comes for you. Without your notice, he sits right beside you.

"I wonder what has been in my lady's thoughts to distract her from the feast."

You blush, eyes going slightly wide when seeing the prince has come to speak to you. Why would he do that is beyond your understanding.

Graciously, however, you answer him:

"I do apologize for not seeing you earlier, lord. I am not one who goes out frequently. In fact I fear to say I am hardly the most appropriate companion to a prince."

Aemond is amused by your behavior. Whilst it's true he is not usually attracted by timid, quiet individuals of your sex, there is something so alluring about you, so invitive, perhaps a sort of redemption he aims to purchase. And of course you are the fairest damsel of that salon.

"Allow me to disagree, my Lady. My mother, the Queen, is most pleased to have your family joining us to celebrate my brother's ascension as the king of the realm", so says Aemond, quietly so.

As he takes a seat by your side, you try not to overthink too much that the handsomest Prince of Westeros is next to you.

"I heard many things about you, Lord", you tell him, daring to cast a look at the prince. Aemond is watching you with his good eye. "Should I presume your reputation preceeds you?"

He chuckles. Aemond realizes there is quite a wit underneath your sweet demeanor. He is more intrigued to get to know you.

"That depends of what you heard. Should I fear what has come to my lady's ears?"

You take the opportunity to divert away from his inquiry gaze so you take your time to taste the wine. Only then you tell him.

"That you are dutiful, but a man who possesses a dark soul."

"What is your judgement?"

"I cannot judge by others's perceptions", you tell him. "Though no one seems to ask or care, I can think by myself."

Aemond's smile spreads before your sharp answer. Oh, Lady Y/N. Aren't you an interesting little thing?

"Very well. That is wise. I should like to give time to hear your views about me, fair lady. Though I should warn you that there might be some truth in what you have heard about me."

You blush at how intent he stares into your y/c eyes. There is a difference to perceive in how he seeks to denude your soul and the provocation in his words.

"Well. I am not like the ladies you deal with", you dare to respond him.

And that amuses the prince.

"How so?"

You part the gaze as the feast officially begins when the king rises to make his speech.

"You wait and you will see, lord."

The challenge is posed. But you barely knew what is yet to come and how it will change the lives of you both.

(to be continue)

#aemond targaryen #aemond x female readed #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x female reader #house targaryen #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell

[mundanewayv]

hi yall, i just wanna share that i met wayv last night at their fanmeet and finally had the chance to study their personalities throughout the 2 hours and a hi-bye! these are just my opinions as someone who works in something related to profiling.

please take this with a pinch of salt and long post ahead!

KUN

kun has slight awkwardness being in a new environment or around new people. kun happens to be in my country for the first time in his existence and doesn't know much about how the reception of the fans would be like, what persona he should put on to impress the fans or what words to use. he is seen in a one-arm hug for awhile at the beginning as he doesn't know if he should open his personality up fully to the fans or not.

the playful wayv boys use his awkwardness as a way of teasing him and when this happens, kun has one hand in his pocket. yes, we know kun is always cool and handsome but the nervous laugh he lets out as they tease him may indicate a fear of acting outside of what he feels the fans / strangers expect of him. he wants to be the smart leader that has answers to everything and acts righteously - a model example, that is.

it will likely take kun a bit more time and comfort for him to break the ice before you will truly see his nature; mainly because he wants to feel safe and reassured that it is okay to not conform to expectations set by others and be his natural self without being judged. which is why i feel that the wayv members actually actively provide him with that support and he finds it difficult to be away from them for long as he constantly tried to limp towards them so he can be together and sorta quell his fear.

my personal interaction with him was rather funny as i looked him in the eyes and praised him for being good-looking. he was shocked and didn't seem to know how to take the compliment and he ended up just laughing and smiling to himself sheepishly and looking down. i personally think kun needs a lot of reassurance to convince him that he is on the right path and that he is doing just fine. to be surrounded by many talented individuals like himself, he definitely appreciates a confidence boost from time to time.

TEN

i know mbti shouldn't be taken too seriously but i actually share the same mbti as ten and i do see him as a mirror of who i am (just maybe a little more chatty). ten is very observant. you can't but notice that ten does not actually initiate conversations and is always looking at his members. he is watching their actions and listening to what they have to say. why? because he is planning on how to maintain a smooth flow of conversation when there is a potential energy drop. he aligns jokes and questions according to what his members are sharing or how the crowd is reacting, making him look like a very relatable individual.

ten is always in a laid-back position, his gestures are also wide and natural as compared to kun who has smaller and stiffer gestures (e.g clapping of hands) - indicating his openess to learning and understanding new people or experiences.

ten is seen a step back behind his members, mainly just happily reading the room and observing his members. he has many things in his head but doesn't say them but when he thinks aloud, they are usually funnier than in was his head. the amount of things he say doesn't matter to him as much as the impact of what is being said. he calculates his words and actions well. i can confidently say that he was trying to profile me just as much as i was profiling him at the hi-bye🫣 but guess what ten, we're the same.

ten is meticulous and picks up on small details easily to try and improvise and make things more ✨interesting✨.

XIAOJUN

this man is an overthinker. and is very nervous. and shy. xiaojun's nerves never seem to go away haha, by the way he is always curled up and how he finds it to hard to articulate what he is thinking before he says it, leading him to trip over his words a lot. he is fighting his intrusive thoughts out loud basically; straddling between saying it or not and ends up saying something no even in between and feeling that he just made a fool out of himself.

and his shyness leads him to seek assurance from his members in which you see him usually clinging on or whispering to ten, hendery and even kun (how cute) and you would see a nod from those members to assure xiaojun that 'yes, xiaojun you made sense, don't fret about it.' it gets quite amusing when the members purposely puts him in a spot and kind of makes him second-guess himself and you see xiaojun just metaphorically sinking into the bush to run away from this embarassment.

while xiaojun hates being put on the spot, he is rather playful and actually likes to intentionally tease others (collaborating with his usual suspects: hendery and yangyang). theres this adorable satisfaction on his face when he grins so wide when he sees his members (read: kun-ge) doing game penalties.

he does get a little impatient when others take their time to do things that he thinks are rather simple or not complex (such as getting hendery to give him a hug), his outbursts are quite funny and we know that they're not with ill-intentions.

HENDERY

hendery is my one true love but i have to say that he is just so unserious and very easy-going. throughout the entire fanmeet, he was cracking witty jokes one after the other and it honestly felt like i was watching comedy central.

hendery does not worry about logic, he says, act, and thinks as he please. he isn't too worried about maintaining a handsome and mysterious image but he seems to find genuine joy in making people laugh.

his movements are natural, maintains good eye contact and uses ample of hand gestures while he speak, indicating confidence in communicating and his ability to effectively engage in conversations with people around him. hendery is actually very good at chinese proverbs (which is pretty tough to link to different situations) too and shows how strong and thorough his reasoning and thoughts can be and his excellent ability to think on his feet, which explains the smooth articulation of his speech.

which brings me to a point that morals and principles could potentially matter a lot to hendery. it could be because of his upbringing. him putting thought and reflecting on proverbs (often on attitude towards life) while not worrying too much about logic is very interesting.

YANGYANG

i once mentioned that he was a natural leader and yup, he is. yangyang took the lead to initiate conversations when the members needed someone or something to get the ball rolling. he is a very strong communicator - not many signs of nervousness and used minimal fillers (e.g 'uhm', 'like'). i mentioned that hendery was strong but yangyang is stronger >:) (hendery gets nervous when he runs out of funny things to say but yangyang just keeps going on when they were asked to buy time while members changed their stage outfits)

he doesn't seem to like physical affection very much (very clear repulsion when xiaojun hugged him and he just shrivels in cringe like a raisin). he is clearly very loved by his older brothers when they coo at everything he does and doesn't snap back at him when he tries to tease them.

yangyang is very smart as well. he shares the same ability as hendery to think and improvise on the spot without sounding out of topic. he always somehow manages to have the best comebacks. this comes off to me as yangyang who has a very strong mind and doesn't let people influence or sway him very much.

overall, i feel that while he may be the youngest, he is very emotionally mature and intelligent as he is able to comfortably communicate with his members who are older than him and get them to respect his thoughts and opinions. i get a sense that wayv is very appreciative of him when he is not afraid to step up to any situation when needed and he takes control of it like a pro. you don't see wayv babying yangyang and silencing him, rather, yangyang is encouraged to be expressive and playful.

#wayv #wayv scenarios #wayv scenario #nct #kun #ten #hendery #xiaojun #yangyang

[dreamescapeswriting]

Scared Of Leaving ~ YJN [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 3K

⤜PAIRING: Jeongin x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: Angsty with fluffy ending, insecure about an age difference, reader is older than Jeongin by four years, reader!Actress, mentions of insecurities, 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - June 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

A/N: I hope this was alright my love! I couldn’t tell if you wanted a imagine or a reaction so I went with an imagine. If not please let me know and I’ll fix this and get working on it as a reaction piece for you

Four years wasn't much of an age difference, at least you hadn't thought it was when you first started dating Jeongin. But ever since your relationship had gone public you couldn't help but feel more and more insecure about your relationship. Within every interview that you did your relationship with the youngest member of the popular group was bought up. 

It didn't matter if you were promoting your latest acting job or if you were on the red carpet, every interviewer decided to drop the question about Jeongin. 

"Don't you think the age gap is a bit much?" A bit much? It was simply four years, you knew of couples with almost 13 years between them and no one seemed to judge them for their relationship together.

At first, you thought it might have blown over. That everyone would leave the gap alone and you could go back to your loving relationship with Jeongin but it only seemed to get worse.

The question was still around, with the added bonus that you were now only using Jeongin for his fame. Or that he was using you for yours.

Neither of you was safe from the slanderous things being mentioned online and offline. It seemed as though everything you and Jeongin did together - or apart - was taken and put onto a pedal stool to be taken apart bit by bit.

Even now as you stood on set with a co-worker you could hear murmurs from people around you, everyone mentioning how you looked as though you were going to go for someone older than you now. It was infuriating having to deal with this on a day to day basis. 

"What if she starts dating him? Do you think she just likes the drama because it brings more attention to her acting?" Someone asked as they walked behind you and Min-Kyu, your heart sank into the depths of your stomach. It didn't matter what you did, they were always going to see you as someone only after fame. 

"Everything okay?" Min-Kyu's voice broke you away from your thoughts as you turned to look back up at him, you smiled a little. The two of you were just getting to know one another since you were going to be working together in supporting roles on a new drama. 

"Yeah, I'm just-" You shook your head as you took a deep breath, there was no need for you to spill your heart out to someone you'd just met. He could probably read about it in the magazines if he was that interested.

"Nothing, let's go and sit somewhere else?" You suggested, that you didn't want to have to deal with listening to people talk about you as though you weren't only metres away from them.

"Sure, is my dressing room okay?" He pointed over his shoulder at his room and you nodded with a shy smile. At least if you were alone you could go over your lines in peace with each other, without the fear of being interrupted.

What was supposed to be a simple conversation between co-workers had quickly descended into madness in the media. Someone had taken photos of the two of you entering a dressing room together, noting down the time you went in and the time you came out. You'd been on your way home when you heard about the scandal coming out, people worked faster than you were expecting of them.

There were already articles spreading misinformation about what had happened inside of the changing room. A "witness" claimed that she had heard moaning coming from the room when it just wasn't true. What they'd heard was crying. More specifically, you crying. You didn't even remember how it had happened. Min-Kyu had asked you a simple question about your relationship with Jeongin and you ended up breaking down into tears in front of the young man.

You were pretty sure you'd scared him at first until he started to try and comfort you in the only way he knew how. By asking questions and getting you to open up about everything. It was nice, he'd even convinced you to talk to Jeongin about how you felt. Claiming it would be better for the two of you to get everything out into the open instead of bottling it all up and letting it go on a stranger/co-worker you'd only just met.

Though now that there were articles claiming you were cheating you weren't sure how everything was going to go down. You knew Jeongin would never believe some rumour with no evidence, nor would he believe an article put forward by a slanderous news site on Twitter.

"Jeongin. I'm home." You called out to the silent apartment you shared with Jeongin. The two of you had been living together for a year now and it was some of the best times you'd ever had. You'd never pictured yourself living with another person before but Jeongin made it fun, better than you'd ever expected anyway.

"Innie?" You called out again, dropping your bag down on the floor as you kicked off your shoes, he must not have been back from work yet. You hated the idea of him working too much when he was already stressed enough as it was. The entire house was dark and you bit down on your lip, you wanted him to be home so you could speak about it right away.

"Dumb light bulbs," You whined as you tried to flick the bathroom light on, desperate to get a shower and wash away all of the bad feelings you'd had from the day. Sighing to yourself you headed for the bedroom in search of the spare bulbs you kept in your bedside drawer, the bathroom light was always blowing up on you.

"Oh shit," You gasped out as you walked into the bedroom to find Jeongin sitting on the bed. Emerged in complete darkness beside a simple light coming from the muted TV you could have sworn this was how horror movies started.

"You scared the shit out of me, why didn't you respond when I called your name?" You whined holding your hand over your chest as you tried to calm down your fast-beating heart. Jeongin said nothing and you pouted a little, crawling into bed with him and trying to cuddle with him but Jeongin stayed completely still. He didn't even hug you back, he just let his arm rest on you as he stared at the TV in front of him. 

Ever since he'd seen the articles and the emails he'd been getting his mind had been going overboard with everything that could have been happening inside of that room. He trusted you.

Jeongin trusted you more than anyone else on the planet but it still didn't stop his mind from going into dark places. 

"Where have you been?" He asked a little harsher than he had intended for the words to come out, your eyes snapped to him and you moved out of his embrace to stand up a little. 

"Work..." You didn't know why but suddenly it felt as though you were in front of your manager or an old school teacher being scolded for doing something you shouldn't have.

"With who?"

"My new co-star, Min-Kyu...We went to talk in private. I'm assuming you've seen the articles." You sighed a little as you dropped your shoulders, at least if he'd seen the articles you could explain things better and wouldn't have to wait for him to catch up on reading before you explained what happened between you.

"Yeah and the photos."

"The photos?" The only photos you'd known about were the ones attached to the articles you'd been reading on your ride home. A photo of you and Min-kyu together on set, a selfie from the Instagram post you'd shared and a simple photo of all the cast together on the first day of meeting each other.

However, Jeongin pulled out his phone to reveal several more photos that hadn't been placed in the media but were attached to an email for JYP. The same man who hadn't exactly been thrilled with your relationship going public in the first place since he assumed drama would follow it. He'd done everything he could to discourage the two of you from going public, even after three years of dating he didn't think it was "time" for you to do it.

"So? They're just us coming out of a room together, it doesn't mean anything." You said slowly as you looked at the images and back to your boyfriend who zoomed in on your face.

"You're coming out of there alone. You went in there alone. Your make-up is ruined and you're wearing his jacket." Hex plained calmly as you shook your head,

"What are you insinuating exactly?" Jeongin sighed as he shook his head, he didn't believe for a second that you would cheat on him, he had faith in you.

"I'm not but we both know the media will and already have." He threw his phone behind him on the bed. It was going to be hard to convince the media that what they think happened inside of that room didn't happen. That you weren't in a room alone with your co-worker sleeping with him.

"I was crying and it was cold." You explained but Jeongin stared in front of him, his mind racing with how he was going to be able to get the media to believe your story. How he was going to have to get out of this with his manager and boss and make it seem as though this wasn't a bad thing.

"Joining I don't know what you think happened but I'm telling you, I cried for a whole and he comforted me. I didn't even mean to break down I just...He asked me a simple question and I broke down..." Tears began to build up in the corners of your eyes, your heart racing as you thought back to everything you had been speaking about with Min-Kyu in the room. 

The media had been the reason for going in that room in the first place and now they were making everything ten times worse.

"Why not call me? If you were crying so badly, why not me? Why didn't you call me to come and comfort you about it?" You didn't say anything and he stared at you,

"Why seek comfort in a stranger? Were you scared about your first date on set? Why didn't you just call me?" He continued to question you over and over again, the same questions spitting at you like wildfire and you shook your head at him.

"I couldn't." You whispered, your throat drying up as you looked at your concerned boyfriend. How were you supposed to tell him that the reason you were crying was because of your realtionship?

"Why not?" His voice cracked as he thought about it. You were supposed to be able to tell one another everything and you always had. Ever since the start of your relationship you'd always told each other everything, it didn't matter if it was embarrassing or sad.

"Why, Yn?! Why?!" He suddenly yelled out when you didn't answer him fast enough. Your heart was practically running a marathon at this point and you suddenly snapped back at him.

"Because it was you I was crying about!" Jeongin seemed to do a double-take of you, his face hardening before softening as he realised what you'd said.

"W-What?" He stuttered out, his eyes glued to you as you did everything to avoid his gaze. This wasn't how you wanted tonight to go. You wanted to come home and explain it all properly but now it was coming out during a pathetic argument.

Sighing to yourself you looked around the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing your face in your hands. Neither of you had spoken about this to one another. Despite claiming to tell each other everything, neither of you wanted to talk about the media and how it affected you so much.

"I'm scared okay...I'm scared that one day you'll see this as far too much effort to uphold and that you'll leave me for someone closer to your age...someone the media won't slander for a tiny age difference between us," He said nothing as he listened to you, your hands were shaking uncontrollably as he reached out and took them into his own. He smiled weakly and gave you a small squeeze of encouragement to keep going with what you were telling him about.

"I'm so worried about what people will say about me I took my co-worker to a private room. People were saying I was using you for fame and that I was going to do the same with Min-kyu when that's just not true Innie...I would never do that to you or anybody else," You shook your head as tears began to slowly roll down your cheek, you couldn't look at him while you spoke about this, if you did there would be a lot more than just a couple of tears.

"Yn..." He trailed off slowly, trying to get your attention but you continued to rant on to him. Wanting to get this off your chest more than anything else,

"I go to work and I hear all about how I'm using you, how I'm disgusting for dating someone younger than me but if you were older no one would have a problem with it...No one would care because you're the man of the relationship." You knew it was true. Everyone knew that it was true, it was the way it worked in the world. Nobody seemed to have a problem if an older man dating someone a couple of years younger than him but when the woman does it. It was deemed "sick" and "wrong". Or the man was praised for being able to score someone much younger than him and she was deemed as a prized possession of his.

"There are people with 13 years between them and no one seems to care about them! Why? Because the older one is a male and the younger is a female. It's wrong! I am sick of being judged for who I love! I should never have to be afraid of who I have fallen in love with!" Your voice cracked as more tears began to rush down your cheeks,

"I love you and I shouldn't have to live in constant fear that people will hate me for it!" You cried out as you began to cry, words were no longer an option for you and you covered your face with your hands.

The moment the tears began to fall he dragged you onto the bed to rest with him, leaning back against the headboard as he put your head against his chest. His hands slowly rubbed up and down your back as he let out a small sigh.

Everything he had been holding back suddenly came out in one big burst with you as he began to admit everything he had been holding back from you.

"I'm scared too..." He told you with a small smile, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as he tried not to cry too much.

"What? What are you scared of?" You sniffled, wiping your eyes on the sleeves of your hoodie as you stared up at your boyfriend. There were years on his face, you reached out to wipe them away.

"I'm scared one day you'll leave me for someone older...Someone your age or older, someone who won't bring you so much pain." He looked down, finally meeting your gaze as your eyes softened and you shook your head at him. It wasn't Jeongin that was the cause of your pain.

"Innie. You don't bring me pain-"

"But our life does...Everywhere we go we'll be met with conflict and I'm so scared you'll have enough one day and just leave me." He sniffled and you shook your head once again, his hand reached up to cup your face and you leaned into his touch.

"Innie I would never do that to you."

"And I would never do it to you...I'm just-" You already knew where he was going to go with it so you finished the sentence for him,

"Get so scared you feel sick and don't want to talk to me about it? because me too." You whispered as he sighs a little kissing the top of your head, running his hands up and down your back.

"I promise from here on out I will tell you everything...if I'm feeling insecure or scared," you told him as you held out your pinky for him to take. He laughed and nods his head at you, that was all he ever wanted.

"Me too." He whispered as he locked your pinkies together, both of you kissing your thumbs so that it was locked in.

"So,...What's he like?" He asked as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and brought you closer to him. You frowned a little,

"What's who like?"

"Min-kyu." He smirked causing you to groan a little and roll your eyes at him. He and Jisung were always interested in who you were meeting at work and asking you a bunch of questions.

"Ugh, you and Jisung are always after insider information." you laughed shaking your head at him as he continued to pester you for information on your co-star.

It didn't take long for the rumours and misinformation about you and Min-Kyu to die down and JYP had handed out a pretty big lawsuit to any company that was beginning to slander your relationship with Jeongin. The two of you still struggle a little with feeling insecure but with each other by your side you always felt as though you would get through it together.

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