#also fyi y'all he's not serious

[yutasbimil]

Intimidating

jaemin x fem!reader x mark | nct dream ff. [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut cw: nsfw minors dni, minor plot, threesome mfm, trio dynamic, friends, crack, established relationship, tickling, kissing, kinky, hair pulling, teasing, dom-sub dynamic, fingering, dumbification, oral sex, blowjob, deep throat, mouthfuck, spitroasting, double penetration, buttplug, lingerie, anal sex, condoms, overstimulation, nipple play, unprotected sex, praise kink, filmed, pet names, FLUFF!!! D; ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 7.5k

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The idea of them three, skin-to-skin, in the midst of doing it, bare bodies near each other… all of it seems intimidating.

The thought momentarily brushed Y/n’s mind, and it quickly produced cold sweats from her temples down to her feet. And all that’s left is clammy hands for her.

She didn't expect Jaemin to be serious in even entertaining the thought. Or has the slightest thought been given on this matter even?

Y/n could only sigh at her tense state.

Jaemin even said that the morning prior to today he actually already talked with Mark about the threesome set-up.

And he agreed.

Y/n doesn't want to admit that's all that consumed her head throughout the ride on the way to the airport. 

She's skittish as fuck about this.

Like who wouldn't?!

Yes, it was her idea in the first place. Most of the time she blames her curiosity, and this would certainly kill the cat.

The clenching of her pussy– cat certainly troubles Y/n in putting herself in these types of situations. FYI, she didn't really have anyone in mind to do this with, most importantly, not a close friend— as she can't even begin to put two-and-two together to think of sexual things towards a friend.

At most, here and behold Na Jaemin though as he is with one of his unpredictability streaming within his veins. 

Keep your head out of the gutter, Y/n. She tells herself off. It’s not a good impression to make of a friend. Let alone it being the first time meeting their friend.

What will he make out of me after this?

She can’t help but feel the intensity in her system the more the moment comes closer.

It’s not long until Jaemin and Y/n arrive at the airport to come and pick up Mark.

-

“It’s only until I move back to the dorms with Haechan,” Mark says, getting more napkins to wipe some droplets off himself. It came from his cold drink. They settled to fill themselves at a fast food place.

“You’re sharing the place with others too?” Jaemin asked, and the other guy nodded as they continued eating off their plate. Jaemin volunteered that Mark could go on and stay at his place until further notice.

“Once classes start, yeah, I’ll be moving in a week or two before or so,” Mark says, sipping his drink.

Y/n is just tuning in, she swallowed up bits of the iced coffee, feeling cold feet across the guy she mostly only interacted with through the internet. The closest they had been interacting was through group call sessions, so it was still dissociating to hear Mark’s voice beyond the robotic filter.

Although they had been friends before meeting… It can be said the same as how they're staring meekly at each other over fast food as they’re eating. Earlier there had been a nice meeting between them, even sharing an embrace and getting a hold of each other’s vibe on the bus ride.

“How long have you been staying in Jaemin’s place, Y/n?” Mark’s question shot Y/n back to the conversation, adding to her boyfriend’s hand on her lap as he taps to check in on her. 

He smiles at Y/n softly before gesturing her towards Mark, who’s waiting for her to catch on the convo.

“Not too long, I’m only staying ‘cause I need help wrapping up some stuff for my thesis.” Y/n states, her shoulders getting less tense as she continues talking. “And it’s nearer my campus where Jaem’s residing.”

It’s not long until they’re back at their pace, finishing their food before catching up on life updates.

-

Jaemin would most likely give in to her request, so she should’ve seen this coming.

Certainly, we’re talking about Na Jaemin here…

She didn't know they’d do it too soon.

“N-not immediately, pabo!” she almost shrieked out of surprise, keeping her head low along her voice as Y/n smacked Jaemin by the shoulder. 

He had to laugh at her coy behavior. Her boyfriend pats her on the shoulder to at least lessen her agitation.

Y/n could only grab hold of the pitcher of water, pouring herself a glass and then chugging it.

Y/n is doing any means to postpone it, but mostly behind or interpreted as a mask of consideration for their friend. He’s got jet lag from the flight after all. She voiced out her reasons, a stutter slipping off her senses. “Let him rest…”

But it's intentional.

Jaemin likes teasing her, the blush on her face adds to his amusement, he grins. “Not immediately, no rush of course.”

She can't say the same for the ‘amusement’ Jaemin is showing, if it can even be called that. Y/n wants to drown out her thoughts but alas, she put it onto herself hmmm?

All because he discovered her porn stash in her secret folder. She wants to pull hairs off her body, it’s funny how her boyfriend is open and understanding. Y/n wants to throw herself on how he’s keeping his utmost attention to her even with all that embarrassment.

Y/n was even sure she was being repetitive and pouring assurance multiple times with her statement: “Even if I die I'm okay with it just being a fantasy, okay?”

It can stay as is, a fantasy.

Turns out it’s not fully okay after that hug and talk with Jaemin, in parallel to him that he had been bothered for days end. His response borderline melts her out of embarrassment and just pure wanting to bury his whole entire being in her arms.

“But I feel bad and I want to make you happy…”

“You already make me happy enough, my love, and I've explained before it's more on the stimulation all over… on why the idea intrigues me. Nothing about you or our sex life dissatisfies me, hmmm? Your dick enough makes me weak, Jaems.”

Fuck, she needed to resort to such nasty wordings huh? But it holds sheer truth in her.

“But I feel bad if I won't be able to do something that would make you happy.” He firms his ground on this sentiment. 

If anything, Na Jaemin can be insistent as fuck.

She’s not fully against the idea, as much as Y/n stands with her main statement, the opposition is more driven by fear.

Y/n knew most of these types of situations ending in shitty ways. She doesn't even want to ruin their friendship or even the means of their ego or self-esteem.

Y/n tries to further elaborate on her point and preferences. “Okay, so let me put it this way, what if I am not okay with two girls then you?”

“But that's different,” Jaemin says. “I'm fine with it.”

Not me having to emphasize– she had to take a deep breath. “But babe, again, I am more worried about the aftermath, in terms of self-esteem and comparison. Our relationship after, along with the other party...” She had to pause, feeling heaviness on the agitation of how this would turn out, she pressed. “It's all too risky.”

But with this, it managed to end well.

-

It’s just a convenient coincidence that Mark happens to be staying with them and he is a trusted individual to start experimenting on this matter.

They make use of this opportunity as Mark also happens to want to experience this type of thrill. A win-win situation, right?

The couple did notice how evasive Mark is with them though, and it’s getting silly. Their game of tag of dragging him on the bed and then him moving back to the floor with his gadgets at hand. They find his timidness amusing.

However, it’s more about respecting their space. At most, he’s just chill.

She’s mostly used to the two being close, especially from what she heard when they were dormmates a few semesters ago. 

Even the teasing and making her “jealous” how they’re the two who showered together back then, and how Mark is the first who slept beside Jaemin before her. Even their “babe” nickname agenda for each other would make her ears ring. Although most of it is just for laughs.

Mark seems to be on the edge as he signals for Jaemin, too immersed in their game.

“Ya, YA! They’re attacking our side!”

“Aish, I’m in the middle of something, I’ll catch up–”

“JAEMIN!!! HELP!” Mark shrieks, almost nudging Jaemin to the edge of the bed, the other just clicks his tongue, eyes furrowed.

It’s endearing seeing the two comfy in bed, with Mark on Jaemin’s lap while they’re playing their mobile game.

Y/n decided to join in beside them, her presence seemed unwavering for the two guys’ attention who just had their focus in their phones.

Though she felt Jaemin’s hand on her head before heading back to their game. He moves Y/n near Mark, to at least make them comfortable near each other.

To add more to being comfortable with each other’s presence, Y/n and Mark are now able to not flinch at being skin to skin, with Mark laidback on Y/n’s shoulder as they went on to watch TikTok videos on their phones.

A lightbulb popped up on Jaemin’s head.

As if Y/n wants revenge as she’s mostly used to this, she expects this from Jaemin’s usual antics. She joins in, locking Mark in her arms as Jaemin starts poking him by his side. “Y-YA! Ayo! Hold up—”

It full-on erupted as a tickle fight, the couple unified against Mark as he squirmed in Y/n’s locked arms around him. “Y’all crazy, stop!”

They're more on dragging Mark and him shrieking like a high school girl on how he’s panicking, holding for his dear life on the sheets. “Na Jaemin!”

In between huffs are laughs and giggles from the three, mostly Mark grabbing hold of the two, trying any means to stop them.

After a few minutes, the trio is catching their breath, Jaemin lets out a playful laugh looking at Mark. “That’s more like it.” 

Mark raised a brow at him, grinning as he had just recovered from excessive laughing. “What?”

“Are you nervous around us?” He points out how Mark is just casually by Y/n’s side, evidently looking more at ease. Jaemin confronts him, he’s noticed him rigid since earlier.

Y/n just realized how Mark’s face is near, she swallows nervously.

“Well, to be frank, yeah, especially we talked about it,” he admits, glancing at Y/n then back to him, further confirming they’re on the same page. “The three of us… you know.” He evades his glances but the couple got it.

“Okay, let’s lessen that.” 

Jaemin is quick to think and do some action.

As if another sync happened between the couple, Y/n just moves by Jaemin’s instruction. The two corners Mark and him refusing their clutches, more as he's shy and hesitant because, of course, she’s Jaemin’s girlfriend.

The thought makes him panic as undoubtedly… it’s his bro’s GF!

Turning the tables, Y/n is now the one being pressed down the bed. Though she submitted as she consents and wants to just lay down with all of this.

They ended up settling in bed anyhow, just a hug-pile in Jaemin’s bed.

Y/n’s head was atop Jaemin’s lap while Mark had his head on Y/n’s belly. Jaemin playing with Mark’s hair, and him giving Jaemin a side eye back like WTF? 

He likes it though. 

Y/n just finds this amusing how they’re like a cat and dog at times.

Jaemin had a thought to make Mark warm up further, cornered him in other words.

The look of panic on Mark’s face flushed all over when Jaemin grabbed his arm as he guided his hand near Y/n’s stomach. It spikes immeasurably as it lands on her chest.

“Come on!” Jaemin insists, Mark heaves in a panicked huff. He shuts his eyes, not even noticing how he had held his breath at the sensation of newfound softness. 

Y/n can feel the nervousness in Mark's shaky hands, so he tries to do it gradually. Jaemin is guiding Mark’s hand on her breast further, keeping gentle touches along with looks of permission.

Y/n just swallows, she shyly nods as Jaemin follows along, obviously more comfortable fondling her breast.

Jaemin is now lifting her bra up, her boobs now exposed. The hit of cold air and hot breath in contrast to the two made her shiver.

Y/n shrieks at their cold touches, making Mark look at her wide-eyed as Jaemin puts his hand back. Y/n lets out a yelp the moment Mark touches her other bare breast. 

He hesitates as Jaemin insists on keeping his hand in place.

“I-I told you, I, she doesn’t want to–”

“No, no… it’s fine, it’s just a bit weird that it’s not Jaemin’s hand…” Y/n is quick to respond, trying to open her eyes again, peeking in between her hands, covering her flushed face. This is to get familiarized with a face other than her boyfriend touching her intimately.

She lets out a faint breath, squirming as Jaemin starts playing with her nipple. Mark mildly reads onto it, merely moving his hand.

“So you’re fine with this? With me?” Mark assured her once again. His line of vision also comes across Jaemin who’s just gently smiling back at him.

Y/n nods, now the one voluntarily guiding his hand on her chest more, navigating it to her now erect nipples. “You guys do anything you want.”

She heaves in a sigh as they gladly do so.

“Told ya.” Jaemin points out, caressing her face before looking back at Mark. “And of course she’s shy, she’s the one who put herself into this.”

“Jae, stop teasing, it’s already embarrassing enough that I agreed.” Y/n covers her face with both her hands again, but Jaemin stops her, disapproving and signaling his girlfriend to keep her eyes on them.

She can’t help but pool more in her panties as Jaemin restricts both her hands atop her head. With such impure thoughts, she burns up, aroused at being pinned down like this. “Now Mark thinks I'm a pervert!”

Mark laughs, smirking. “So you're saying I'm also a pervert since I agreed to this?”

“Touché… ahh.” 

The playful banter is cut short as Mark leans close to her chest, lightly brushing his lips on the bare skin near her sensitive knobs. It's warm…

Another set of lips crashed into her, Jaemin is now kissing her, sealing her moans of pleasure shut momentarily. It’s making her hover in the middle of reverie and being grounded.

His hands moved downwards. Jaemin’s rogue touches along with Mark’s lips caressing on her body hits her like a combo, weakening her in indulgence. 

Her boyfriend looks at her intently, as if reminding her to keep conscious. 

“Eyes on us only, princess,” Jaemin adds, raising her head with his finger to keep her eyes on them, his finger grazing over her chin. 

She gaped at how breathless his deep stare was on her.

Look, isn’t this what you wanted?

Y/n breathes in, changing to a heave of sigh in satisfaction, moaning as Jaemin shifts. It served as answers in accord with their touches on her.

Mark meekly looks at her, following along with Jaemin as he gestures to Mark to start licking her nipples, already erect from the cold and excitement. As much as she hates to admit it, it’s arousing to have two people focusing their bold attention to pleasure you.

The passionate strokes of her boyfriend fill her with so much anticipation. On the other hand, she can feel Mark’s timidness through his leisure touches.

Right off the bat, she noticed the difference between the soft and strong start of the two men. 

“Please, ah, oh no… hmmm… more.” She pulls onto Mark’s hair, still controlled as she tries not to hurt his scalp.

Feeling the hot breath of the two guys near her bare skin, Y/n can’t help but writhe in place. More on how she’s turning more and more disoriented in their touch. 

“Jaem… Mark— fuck. You’re doing so good, holy, h-how…” 

The labored breathing out of Mark, compared to his soft, little licks later on spreading out his tongue wide, it’s sensational. It’s slow and respite, sucking gently by the side of her chest then moving to pulling her nipples.

She tries to keep herself lucid.

“Ah… oh, my love.” Y/n hissed at Jaemin’s touch as he reached down below. She whimpers more on how he became more torrid with his fingers, brushing the surface of her panties, now sticky and embarrassingly drenched in her fluids. 

Jaemin is already settled in, strong and firm with the movements of his tongue and mouth from guzzling the side of her breast and then back to her erect nipples. He’s even squeezing in her breasts while moving it to his tongue to lick all over.

“Ah, ouch… oh, yes.” Her expressions shift swiftly at every quick pace of Jaemin's actions. He bites onto her nipple, the stinging sensation makes Y/n hiss but eventually, it feels good as he kisses it, sucking it again till it feels right.

The switching to pulling and biting feels heavenly.

“Give Mark a look as well, baby, not only me.” Jaemin reminds, she quickly listens, observing their friend with lulled eyes.

The way their fingers sink into the soft skin of her boobs is breathtaking, it’s turning her further into mush the way Jaemin is breathing in her scent. 

“Good girl.” Jaemin kisses the gap of her breasts, it makes her squeal when Mark goes in to pull her other nipple.

Y/n is squirming in place, almost melting to the feeling of the production of her juices flowing more elevated than usual. The pleasure and simultaneous stimulation is gradually overflowing her senses.

She cannot even catch on with her ragged breathing.

Jaemin released her nipple with a pop. “You like this?”

“Is this fine?” Mark also checks into her.

Y/n nods twice, switching from glancing at her boyfriend and her friend, to getting too lost in her blurry, hazy vision.

Looking at Mark, he’s getting more comfortable in placing his free hand to occupy the side of her boob. “Ahh… like that.”

She maintains eye contact with Mark as he pokes his thinned tongue onto the side of her nipples. He’s now mixing in techniques that she cannot fully comprehend his every move.

Y/n makes her hands useful by grabbing and brushing their hair aside, Jaemin frequently observes her as she’s getting more lost in too much pleasure. He even did her more by flicking her nipples whilst licking around it. 

“Uh, oooh… yes, that’s fu-shit, go-ood.” Y/n lets out a sigh, raising her head in delight. 

Y/n pulls Mark’s hair a bit harder, stroking him by the hair down his neck now gently, as he concurrently matches Jaemin’s touch. It seems to be to Mark’s liking as he feels well taken care of.

“So wet already, baby.” Jaemin bellows, he takes the initiative to guide Mark’s other hand to touch Y/n’s pussy. 

“Ah- no… uh,” she gasps, as if denying the obvious. She flinches at the sensation though quickly easing to assure the two that she consents and wants to proceed.

It fills her more with excitement, what more for the actual act when they're this good for the opening act.

She bites her lower lip in satisfaction, seeping in their heed.

The mixture of new sensations swallowed Y/n senseless. To Mark’s sucking and licking of her breasts to her neck, along with his hands and Jaemin’s fingers playing with her clit and walls. It drives her to the edge. If this is bliss, she’s surely already in it for the ride.

After the last pump, a moist and dripping finger of Jaemin out of her wet core, and the last suck of her supple skin from Mark, Jaemin glances at the two of them with a satisfied smile. 

“Hope that at least familiarized you both with each other, hmmm?”

Lost for words as she’s drained to the drop, Y/n wordlessly wraps them both in her arms. And in that position, with Jaemin and Mark close to her chest, they drifted off to sleep.

A day has passed, and they’ve rested and cleaned up already. The trio went out to just hangout in the mall and got a meal after. 

Now they headed to the arcade to wind down a bit.

Y/n suddenly feels a bit heavy down the head and neck though. And as if it’s hazy in her vision, or is Mark a bit more giggly than usual?

She shoots him a glare then back at Jaemin, her boyfriend seems laidback and just playing though. 

This just started when we took a picture a few moments ago. She just hums, maybe it’s just in her mind. 

She then followed Jaemin and played with him.

Y/n just took no mind off it for the rest of their time in the arcade, which was her mistake.

They’re about to leave the mall, going up the stairs, Jaemin grabs Y/n’s hand as they walk together, with Mark following behind them.

“You guys sure you don’t need anything else?” she asks, looking around the stores to make sure. Y/n reaches for the nape of her neck mindlessly. It added a line to her forehead when she felt something soft from her hoodie. Huh?

Feeling her neck, Y/n now grabs onto whatever was put in her hoodie. She hears a laugh at her side.

“What the fuck, Mark? I thought you swallowed your burger whole in one second!”

“What?” Jaemin shoots the two a glance, eyebrow raised at his girlfriend holding up a wrapped, untouched burger, clearly looking pissed.

“I put the burger in her hoodie.” Mark holds on to a laugh, stifling but quickly bursting as Jaemin breaks into a laugh as well. 

“The fuck?” Jaemin swears then gives a high-five to Mark as if it’s the most funniest thing he'd done.

“I swear you two—!” she rolls her eyes at them. No wonder things had been odd since earlier.

Man, she can’t believe these are the same two people she dealt with in bed last night. 

Y/n just laughed along at this point, no wonder these two are close. Both are weird af.

-

“This is just one time,” reminded Jaemin, and he’s just going through the limits and agreement again, pushing down his fingers one by one to make a point. “No penetration in the vagina. Consent at all times. No kissing.”

“Of course, babe,” Y/n says, hugging Jaemin by the arm. They're both lying in bed.

“We’re cool with that… but… is this your plan all along?” Mark asks, seeing Y/n already down on her knees with Jaemin grabbing hold of her on both shoulders.

“For today, yeah.”

Mark remained silent, just leaning by the bed frame.

“Why? Are you tired?” Y/n asks. They just went to the mall after all. Mark shakes his head. “Nah, just asking… you're really cool with me here?”

Jaemin nods. “Yeah, if we weren’t, we should’ve just left you in the mall really.”

“Makes sense.”

Jaemin sits down, guiding Y/n’s head to his already bulging tent in his pants.

Releasing his erection, it sways, Y/n grabs hold of it casually. Her nervousness is now mostly gone even with the presence of the other guy in the room. 

Y/n just focuses her gaze on Jaemin.

“You can join us later if you want— urgh…” Jaemin groans as Y/n wraps her mouth around him, stroking Y/n endearingly by her head. “Or just do your thing there and watch.” 

He gestures, suggesting Mark to jack himself off while watching.

Taking note of this, Y/n goes on and twists her hand while bobbing her head to make Jaemin noisier than usual. 

“Uhhh… Y/n.” Jaemin bites his lips, and Y/n takes a brief glance at Mark, seeing his Adam’s apple bop a bit as he’s fixated on them. She smirks, further taking in Jaemin deeper in her mouth.

She at least wants to give him a show.

Whilst giving her boyfriend a blowjob, they can see Mark’s hesitation in touching himself. His flinching, shaky hand, and intent gaze at them says something else.

Noticing this, Jaemin pulls Mark closer, guiding Y/n’s hand to Mark’s erection, making the other shiver at her touch, prominently still shy.

Y/n raised her brow at his, muffling a bit with her mouth full.

“Don’t tell me you’re still shy around me after that burger-hoodie fiasco?!”

Mark just guffawed at this point. That is too funny for him, huh?

Y/n pulls him back in, trying to return the mood in the room as she reaches for Mark’s neck.

“What do you want to do?”

At the question, as if a bead of sweat appeared by his temple. The bop of his Adam's apple answered for his anticipation as well. “Anything you're down for really, it's already a good time letting me into your fun.”

Mark looks at Y/n and then back at Jaemin. Now, the two are looking at Y/n, her already occupied with her mouth in her boyfriend’s dick.

She just looks at her boyfriend as if getting permission for the next step. Jaemin already had something in mind to give her the pleasure she deserves before she could even ask.

Jaemin helps by taking off her shirt. And at the wiggle of her butt, Mark is shocked at the sight of the buttplug as Jaemin sets her thong aside. It crossed his mind, now burning red and embarrassed as they’ve been together the whole day, she’s got all that hiding underneath?

Jaemin teases Mark, caressing his reddened ear. He knows the sight of his hot girlfriend had his friend flustered.

“I told her to get ready in case things are going down soon.”

Mark just nods, blushing pink in cheeks to ears.

Jaemin goes to remove her lingerie, even teasing to move around the buttplug a bit, making her yelp. She quickly crosses her legs to hide, but Jaemin restrains her.

 “Nope, no can do, jagiya. Show us everything, c’mere.” Jaemin chuckles, spreading her legs with a grin. He goes in and kisses the side of her inner legs. 

“Stop being a tease, Jaem.” She looks away blushing even as Jaemin gestures to position herself to be on all fours.

She starts facing him to hug Jaemin first then continuing to blow him.

Her bum sticks out and the buttplug is shining as if to allure Mark. Diving in, Mark adjusts her near him. 

“F-fuck, oh.” Y/n sighs. With a lick, Y/n almost buckles at the feeling of his tongue.

Mark eats her out while she’s sucking Jaemin’s dick, as if looking like a pleasure train.

“Ah, ahh… hmmm.” She tries her best to speak up but is restrained by the dick in her mouth. But holy fuck. The sensation and rhythm are already different in how Jaemin is handling her, literally with the hand as he's playing her pussy.

The shape of Mark’s fingers is different, the twists and combinations he’s choosing are unpredictable. From the pacing to the licking, the way he's pulsating his digits in and out of her is making Y/n weak to the knees.

It is getting more difficult to multitask on her end. It's gradually getting harder to simply focus on pleasuring Jaemin as she’s moaning too much. Add to her squirming at what Mark is doing as he eats her out while inserting his fingers. Even twisting it as he sucks her—

“Fuck, you're so hot, love. You're doing… ha… so good.” Jaemin grabs hold of her head, guiding her to thrusting his dick in her beautiful mouth. Mouthfucking her into reverie.

Her moans are vibrating around Jaemin’s throbbing dick, she can further feel the growing hotness at the back of her throat.

“Jaemin… my, oh yes, love.” Y/n whimpers, shaking her head. She's trying to get hold of what's going on behind her, but her legs are turning weaker. She grabs on the sheets, onto anything— writhing. Y/n gasps for air, sipping onto loose saliva failing her.

“You’re doing great, Mark, oh fuck, what are you doing?”

This is far different from Jaemin’s tenacious licks. She shuts her eyes tight to at least envision what the heck he may be doing, but her mind's too clouded.

She had to resort to asking directly. “You sure that’s the first time you’ve eaten pussy?” Y/n lets out a chuckle, wiping her sweat as she manages to break into some. “Wo… woah. Hun, even your fingering is good, holy fuck.”

“I'll just continue this then.” Mark smiles, carrying on with his business.

“Yesh, please… ahhh-uh. Ah.” Spilling out a few more syllables, she happily goes back to pleasuring her man.

Y/n just gives up at this point, as if a dog in heat, she lets her tongue let loose. Licking and sucking on autopilot. She tries her very best to keep her eyes in focus to not go off too high into bliss.

Jaemin is even taking notes of this.

Y/n is fully enjoying herself grinding on Mark's fingers.

“You're enjoying this too much, huh, love?”

“Yesh… uh,” she pauses, heaving in a breath as she's forgetting even the basics of breathing at this point. “Ohh… very much so… I love you.”

“I'm… urgh, glad. Love you too.” Jaemin hisses as he pinches her legs, peppering her head and body with kisses. He reaches out to play with her breasts.

“Aish, these two lovebirds.” Mark comments, he goes back to mind his own business though.

“Join in then, babe.” Jaemin banters, earning an eye roll from Mark. “I'm good.”

“If you say so.” He chuckles, focusing back on Y/n who's amused watching them.

Jaemin caresses her face, setting her stray hair aside as it's getting a bit rough in handling her. He looks at Y/n with such doting eyes, sharing the pleasure of seeing her with so much delight.

Mark continues to devour her, his tongue is a bit more gentle but he attacks more with his fingers. Mark spreads her legs more apart as she keeps squirming, twitching embarrassingly tight around his fingers as he keeps attacking his tongue on her clit and hot entrance.

She could almost see white all over, but she's not quite there yet. 

The feeling elevated her senses, how she didn’t expect to like it this much. Having her holes taken care of, with her mouth sucking while feeling someone is sucking her at the same time.

She could almost cry out of pleasure.

Just as she's about to give in, her legs are moved to another position. Y/n cannot protest as her core had been yearning for a dick inside her ages ago.

Jaemin thanks Mark as he already got Y/n ready and wet. With a quick alignment, Jaemin easily penetrated her pussy.

While they’re fucking, Mark is quick to catch on, twisting and licking her boobs and nipples. The added sensation made her extra loud and wailing. It almost rendered her incoherent.

Being more adept in multitasking, Jaemin gets Y/n’s phone, the camera already open to be handed to Mark. “Film us.”

Mark perks a brow, the other hand now pumping on his dick as he reconfirms with Jaemin. “Like record you two fucking?”

Jaemin nods. “She’s into this shit, watch how she’ll turn into a pool of mess just by filming her—”

“Na Jaemin! Don’t expose me like that!” She tries to retort, pulling herself off Jaemin, but the pounding dick in her restrains her from doing so. Jaemin now has full control over her with Mark at the side.

“Awww… babe, it’s okay,” Jaemin assures. “It’s just Mark, I’m sure he wouldn’t think it’s weird.”

“It's because it is Mark that I think he’ll think of me weird!”

Mark just laughs, shrugging it off, and proceeds to film them.

“Do this as well.” Jaemin insists, demonstrating to pull Y/n’s hair as a request.

Y/n sees her surroundings slowly crumble as Jaemin reveals her kinks to Mark one by one.

Stop it!

She wants to complain but she's practically pushed down under their submission. Everything just feels so good.

The way Jaemin is fucking her in doggystyle, even the clapping of skin along with slapping her ass. 

Jaemin just tells Mark off to go on and pull her hair.

Jaemin grabs hold of both her hips as he’s going at it, ramming into Y/n.

“Uh… ah, please, oh-fuck.” She's left with quivering lips at this point. Taking in mind Jaemin's dick the hair pulling seems to be something else.

Mark is enjoying it a bit too much, he unintentionally went too far as it already hurt.

“Mark? Oh, arghh—” Her groans are now replaced out loud by pain.

Why does it seem odd?!

“Hm-Mark! YA! That felt like something else, do you have any grudge against me?!”

“My bad, my bad. Sorry.”

He doesn't seem to have any remorse though. 

Y/n huffs at Mark, taking a break for a laugh and even casually talking while they’re having sex in front of him.

They're seeing Mark with his dick out, pumping himself as he watches over the couple.

The sound of sex and skin slapping adds more to the arousal of the three.

Earlier as they started off, they were still shy af. But now while she’s getting fucked, she’s stimulating Mark's erection, even wanting to spring free his dick. 

“Is it okay to suck you, Mark?” Y/n assured every step of the way but she didn't feel any sense of refusal from Mark stopping her from stripping him off. 

He places the phone tidily nearby to continue to film their supposed sex tape.

Mark swallows, nodding a bit and the meeting of Y/n’s tongue on his erection fully turned his lips agape.

Although slightly hesitant, the way it twitched at Y/n's touch drew it nearer to her touch. As if Mark's body itself is craving for any sensation available. And luckily, they're already here to fulfill that thirst for lust.

It weaves on naturally how she's down on all fours, with Jaemin still making use of her sweet pussy as he's ramming into her. While Mark is now the one occupying her mouth, fucking her is still a bit too gentle for her liking.

“More, please…” she barely mumbles clearly with her cheeks full. Y/n also put her hand around Mark's dick along her sloppy movements, sucking him harder. She feels two different sets of hands touching around her chest, her boobs springing free ever so slightly. Jaemin removes his hands to which Mark takes charge of squeezing her boobs together.

She feels herself getting tighter and tighter around Jaemin as he pounds in and out of her. She pulls in Mark so that he can reach the back of her throat. “Yes, that's.. urgh-uh, it… more, harder!”

No use getting shy now that they went up to this point. Now they're braver and pushed confidently in getting lost in pleasure as that is their main goal here.

The difference between Mark and Jaemin is that they’re a warning with Mark’s end, him mumbling a “Here we go,” before excusing himself to fuck her mouth. Compared to Jaemin just wordlessly entering her, slamming in and out roughly. 

She’s mixed between wanting to be treated as fragile with care or being completely manhandled.

With Mark pushing her hair aside to get more hold of his dick into her mouth, while Jaemin is grabbing hold of her hips and slapping her ass in the process of making her a moaning mess.

It adds more fluidity as she gets wetter by the second hearing both of them groaning and a mix of moaning as she lets them use her senselessly.

With open arms, they're more on enjoying the moment and experience.

This is the feeling of getting sandwiched by two guys whom you trust and who care about you.

At most, this is far different in comparison to her surprise in getting into this situation. Quite literally to get caught up between two men to whom she's dearly close.

Even in between the nastiness and roughness, she feels well taken care of.

With just enough strength, Y/n sticks her butt out for Jaemin removing the butt plug with a pop. While this is going down, she puts on the condom on Mark’s erection with Jaemin assisting them.

Jaemin lays down on his back, with Y/n on top of him. Adding more lubrication, Jaemin spits into her ass, spreading the saliva all over, mixing it with her wetness. 

Mark is getting ready to insert his dick into her ass, aligning it before pushing it.

With a huff from Y/n, Mark starts working. It took no time for Jaemin to slip into her hot wet core, as well, sliding in so easily as a moan slipped off his lips.

Basically, Y/n is sandwiched in between them, Jaemin inside her pussy while Mark is thrusting on the back. She’s practically pinned down to Jaemin’s chest, her breasts rocking back and forth. The friction on each of their skin adds to the heat of their senses.

The hollows of her neck are filled by Mark’s hot breath, their proximity almost blurring as the gaps in front are settled in by Jaemin’s warmth.

It’s getting tougher, and more perplexing as Y/n tries to keep her consciousness intact as she keeps tactile, feeling the gaps and the angle. The distinct rhythm and attention also shakes her core, her system going full overdrive.

To keep her boobs from swaying freely, Mark cups her breasts, adding a twist to her nipple. She felt lips smacking on her skin, Jaemin was grazing his teeth on her supple skin.

The nibble and bite marks Jaemin is doing prolong her desires.

“Please, ah! Ah… hmph…” she rasps, scrunching her fists to the bed sheets. Y/n feels everything slipping away like the fabric on the bed as she’s getting more stirred up to the guts. Both their dicks keep hitting the sweetest spots. She wants her holes to be filled with white all over.

Mark gets hold of her, supporting Y/n’s stature as Jaemin spreads her legs wide like an eagle spreading its wings.

“Wait, wait… uhh, hngh!—” In the middle of speaking, she wasn’t given an ounce of rest as she remained tight around her asshole. Jaemin is also devilishly grinding against her to keep her from breaking away. It also involves her sensitive clit as he is banging into her, weakening her knees. Besides taking hold of her dangling tits, her boyfriend did not forget to stimulate her clit. 

Jaemin rubs his fingers to her sensitive clit, the dirty noises of their mixed juices sloshing along their pumping dicks in her holes amplified Y/n’s moans.

She shakes her head as it’s getting confusing to distinguish the difference with both her holes being worked on.

The sensitivity grows with the variation of sensations and rapidity in her holes getting in and out, the pounding inside her pushes Y/n closer and closer to her climax.

“F-fuck, wait, guys…” She sucks in a breath, sipping her saliva and soul back into her. She tries to buckle her legs together, but the two guys are preventing her from flailing away from their bodies. 

But she doesn’t want this to end yet!

Before she completely gets lost in pleasure they change it up, adjusting Y/n to their desired position. Y/n is scooped in by her arching back, with Mark carrying her. He grabs hold of her shoulders, moving to slightly choke her neck with his veiny hands. He’s breathing in close to her ears, creating harsher goosebumps down her spine.

“You’re so tight.” Mark breathes out, his hands on her hips tightening. 

Y/n could only swallow in response, holding onto the nape of his neck, mewling as Jaemin continued to hammer her juicy pussy.

Y/n is now back pinned down at Jaemin’s heaving chest, she feels Mark spreading her butt cheeks, pounding rougher, harder than any pace she expected out of him.

Is he also close?

Feeling a more heightened awareness of both dicks inside her twitching, she’s clenching shamelessly tighter by the second around them. 

“Y/n…” Jaemin pulls her close. Simultaneous to this, Jaemin goes to hug her, and she also feels Mark embracing her from behind. Both guys are holding her stature, with Jaemin intricately placing kisses on her while feeling Mark near her. Each of them is swallowing each other’s breaths at the proximity.

“Uh… ohh… fuck, I’m close, Y/n.” Mark groans near her ears. Her drenched state becomes unbearably good. This is the first time Jaemin ever noticed Y/n this soaked to the core.

“Me too… uhh,” Jaemin also hisses, his movements unwavering despite his ragged breathing. “How about you, baby? Feeling good?” 

“Uh, huh,” she nods, mewling in the kiss in the mix of her boyfriend’s groaning. She feels so loved with him checking in on her. Also, Mark occasionally tapping her on the shoulder as well. Jaemin devours her with his passionate kisses. His rampant pounding is consistent, ever getting sloppy as he’s getting harder. His width and the feeling of his firm girth feel familiar, he’s about to burst.

Swearing along them is Mark, his lips crashing by her bare back. He’s brushing her hair to the side as he keeps pummeling his dick to her ass.

At this point, Y’n is gasping for air, tongue sticking out mindlessly with her eyes disarrayed up high to so much pleasure.

Jaemin guides Mark's hand on the hollows of her neck, motioning him to tighten it a bit close to a choke. Jaemin remains unfaltering with his thrusts while still keeping lustful eye contact towards her as she gets lost in bliss.

She keeps her tongue in control, but it’s getting harder to keep it inside her mouth as the two men get more and more ragged.

Y/n creased her nails on the sheets, trying her best not to scratch Mark’s back with her other hand as she is getting desperately close—“I’m coming, fu-fuck!” Y/n feels herself spasm, embarrassingly tight around them at their persistent fucking of both her holes.

She almost wants to shout out her orgasm, curling her toes. But it’s too late as she already feels warmth in both her holes, strings of white covering her body. Her back gets pumped up a moment later as the three of them rupture in a trance.

The trio catches their breath. She crashed herself on the soft sheets, barely hitting the pillow. 

Now with Mark lying on his back, he curls up near Y/n as she lays in between them.

Mark now reaches for Y/n’s phone to stop the recording, they barely remember it was there in the first place. Jaemin also helped clean up, along with Y/n helping Mark discard the used condom.

Jaemin stands up and gets a clean towel from the rack, he casually throws it to Mark.

“So when do you want to do this again?” Jaemin huffs, returning to the bed. He’s supporting himself with his elbow, caressing Y/n’s face. He’s tracing her features while expecting an answer from Mark.

Their friend raised a brow at Jaemin. “I thought this was just a one-time thing?”

Jaemin pauses, then reconfirms the look on Y/n’s face. He slightly shrugs, nonchalant.

“Seems like the other one here enjoyed it a bit too much,” Jaemin kisses atop her forehead. “She might look for that type of pleasure, hmmm?” 

It’s obvious from Jaemin's grin that he’s teasing.

Too worn out to even argue, Y/n just blushes. 

“Whatever, it’s up to you, guys,” she quietly says. She moves away from them, curling up the other way to hide her face from the two guys.

To be frank, it’s anything but ‘intimidating’ from what she expected in her head. It’s not even established as ‘timid’ from the energy they got from each other.

The outcome is about the chillest experience she added to her non-existent to-do list. She’s glad she’s able to look at them with no awkwardness. If anything, this is the very reason they got closer to each other.

This is a great addition to her fantasy fulfilled. Four out of Five would do it again.

※ my masterlist | #enjeiwrites ※

#jaemin #na jaemin #nana #nct #nct dream #jaemin fluff #jaemin smut #jaemin crack #jaemin x reader #mark x reader #jaemin x reader x mark #mark lee #nct mark #nct 127 #kpop imagine #fanfic #enjeiwrites

[yourlocalderp]

A very long and angry essay that will put my head on a guillotine but who cares.

Now before I start, to anyone I may offend or anger in this, I just want to say that I don't care. Call me evil, say I'm bad, announce me the Tumblr fun police, whatever just keep it to yourselves. (Don't actually, I'm bored. Write paragraphs about me on TikTok and slander my name please.)

Also, I'm going to be brutally honest in this, with my genuine feelings out there for the world to hear. If you don't want to read a bunch of words written by a mentally ill teenager who just hates something in the world, then feel free to move on with your life. For all those who don't want to leave/ are actually interested/ readying their pitchforks, then do I have a treat for you.

Now, onto my actual topic. The Marjorine Scotch headcannon fucking sucks and makes no sense.

Let me tell you why.

First of all, it came out of nowhere. She appeared in one episode, and everyone decided "Hey, let's get rid of Butter's and put Marjorine instead mhm mhm definitely a good idea!" Y'all flocked to Marjorine quick as fuck, and I bet a rat ass some of you don't even like her and just want to jump on that bandwagon of the random ass uprise of a character which is a COSTUME of a literal existing character.

Second of all, you all act as if she's been here the whole time. She hasn't, it's BUTTERS who was here, not Marjorine. I keep seeing replies on comments asking why Butters is always replaced with Marjorine going "Well Butters and Marjorine are the same people blah blah blah" as if those same repliers wouldn't go "Marjorine>>>>Butters" like what happened to the "same person" mindset you had before hm? Anyways Butters>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Marjorine like there is no doubt about it if you argue you're wrong and a hypocrite. Third of all, why Butters? Isn't he the most misogynistic, hater of all women, had an episode where he stuck his wee wee out to prove a point, kind of boy? Why suddenly all that is thrown out of the window for some girly girl MaRjOrInE with an unhealthy obsession with hello kitty? He didn't even enjoy being a girl for fucks sake he threw off his wig the moment he stepped his ass out of the girl's slumber party. (Btw feel free to correct me with this part because I refuse to watch the Marjorine episode out of spite.) Why not Wendy with Wendyl? She seemed pretty chill with being a guy. What about Princess fucking Kenny.

Topic 4. Princess Kenny and why she'd make more sense for a fandom to headcannon as mtf.

Maybe it's just because I'm bias to her, or magical girls in general, but why DO I never see anyone headcannon Kenny as anything other than genderfluid? Why does Butters, who dressed as a girl for ONE EPISODE, get the mtf hammer, but Kenny, whom basically EVERYONE called a girl for A LITERAL ARC FOR SOUTH PARK and A FUCKING GAME. Is it because you find Butters more, I don't know, feminine?

Disclaimer, this is where I start going into conspiracy type of shit. Don't take it too seriously because it really ISN'T that serious, but just an FYI, I mean it all.

This brings me to this point; I have a strong belief that some Marjorine people only do the Marjorine headcannon because they see Butters as more girly. Y'all know the ship Bunny? Y'all know how people usually see Kenny as "the man" of the ship? (Yes, I've seen people say that in Youtube comments. Get help.) Well, this makes Butters "the woman" of the ship now doesn't it. Yes, that's right. I'm accusing.

SOME

Take that word in.

SOME

People who ship fucking Kenjorine as to make them your average "UwU boy" and "Mf alpha demon thing who smokes like 30 cigars an hour" but it's straight and Marjorine is your petit anime girl and Kenny looks like he came out of one of those yaoi mangas from back in the day. Like, why is Marj always this cutesy kawaii girl like at least make her crazy?? (And sapphic. Don't be shy, why not make sapphic bunny with Princess Kenny and Marjorine? Then I can at least stomach SOME Marj content.)

I also think Kenjorine is just an excuse to make a gay ship straight. The number of comments I see that go "Omg!!11!!1 I love Kenjorine because it fits soOoOOOoO well with Kenny's character cause he's SO StRaIgHt>.<<<<<<" is annoying. Imagine that with Creek. I know it's a bad comparison with Creek since both boys are gay, but Kenny and Butters don't have confirmed sexualities, maybe Kenny does like dudes, we'll never know. All I'm saying is that why is it that y'all get so pressed when someone turns the "uke" of the ship (Like tweek or butters, lord have mercy i'm going to cry a river.) into a woman, you're only mad about one? (Aka Tweek ones, which is understandable.) At least the Creek people have gotten past that phase of feminizing Tweek to the point he's not even proportionally accurate, the Bunny fandom though.....

Speaking of Kenjorine once again, can you kenjorine motherfuckers get out of the Bunny tag on tiktok? I can't scroll 5 tiktoks without seeing Marj's face and it's gotten to the point that I just had to mention this in here. Y'all have a tag with over 40 million views go use that, after all isn't Kenjorine the "superior" ship to you guys? (After people see this, I bet multiple kenjorine tiktoks are going to appear in the bunny tag and I'll go into a deep depression because I just can't enjoy Butters x Kenny anymore.)

Anyways, last point I'm about to make before I wrap things up, you know those crappy edits of South Park oc's in South Park? That's what Marjorine feels like. She doesn't fit in, she's too "perfect" or whatever, she basically has no flaws to me. Every time I see a Marj headcannon thing, it's always along the lines of: "Marjorine. (insert age). Gets bullied by Eric but stands up to him or whatever like a girlboss yada yada. Epic bf (and it's just Kenny on steroids). Hello kitty enthusiast. (insert a bunch of facts I do not give a shit about)" Like damn girl what about your PARENTS??? Would your parents APPROVE of this? I don't fucking think so, I doubt they'd not ground Butters for even thinking about being trans.

That wraps up everything I have to say so far, maybe I'll come by to update this, maybe not. Either way, here's some final thoughts, as well as my contradictions to every reason I know of why people use the Marjorine headcanon because I'm petty and angry that I keep seeing her.

"She looked happy as a girl!" Did you watch the episode, or did you just see what you wanted to see? He was happy because he was being ACCEPTED. That doesn't mean he liked being a GIRL.

"He wore a skirt that one time!" What happened to "Clothes have no gender?" There's a difference between dressing in "the opposite gender's" clothing, and actually being the opposite gender. If I wore a tuxedo, does that make me a man? No. I'd like to dress up as the genderbent version of myself, but I'm still not a guy. Therefore, this argument is fucking stupid and goes against a lot of shit that people are saying.

"He likes hello kitty!" Again, liking hello kitty doesn't mean you're a girl or something, you're not suddenly a boy if you play Valorant or whatnot, and you are most certainly not a girl just because you play something inherently "girly."

"She's just a girl!!!" He's Butters, get over it. Just plain old simple Butters, leave him be. You people are like the mfs in the exact episode Marjorine was in. You aren't happy with how he was before; you want him to change just to make yourselves happy. Remind you of something in the episode? Where Marjorine cried in the bathroom because no one liked her, and the only reason the people did was they gave her a makeover and made her more girly? You're all just reenacting that episode but pretending that Butters would be happy with it.

Final words

Princess Kenny is better. Also if y'all are gonna type angry paragraphs about me, please send them to me so I can argue with a wall cause it's pretty damn entertaining. I'll even do the courtesy of ranking your insults/comebacks out of 10. I'm so fucking tired of seeing this bitch everywhere it's driving me to the brink of insanity. I know I'm weird and crazy but the Marjorine Stotch headcannon is like a leech in my brain and I can't get that mf out I want her gone she's a genuine thorn to my spine. Out of the courtesy of my own heart, I must say. This fandom truly made me lose all respect I had for a character, and this character wasn't even relevant to anything. She's useless, brings nothing to the plot, and should've stayed a one-time joke. Everyone who says otherwise like "Marjorine is SooOOoOooOO much better" needs a reality check. This isn't fucking "girl power" to you this is the removal of a character for a fandom oc.

Bunny supremacy, stop putting Kenjorine into it's tag, get the fuck out my ship you have your own tag, bye.

#princess kenny #bunny sp #leopold butters stotch #kenny mccormick #south park #south park bunny #oh lord this tag is going to take years off my life span #marjorine stotch #sp marjorine #sp kenjorine #south park kenjorine #i mean everything i say in this btw so feel free to hate #sp bunny #sp kenny #sp butters #fypシ

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Honestly, my favorite types of theory on how some of the tf2 mercs got hired are the ones where they aren't even officially hired in the first place. Like, they just appear one day and no one questions it, or just assumes this random stranger is actually supposed to be here. Just imagine all the silly little stories about how the team accidentally picked up a murderous bloodthirsty stray cat mercenary from the side of the road

I can totally imagine the team waking up one day for battle to find Pyro already in a full on fire suit and gas mask with a crude jury-rigged flamethrower and everone just thinking Oh great, it's the new pyro, about time. Meanwhile The Admin is watching through the cameras like "wtf who is this, how did they get in" but lets it slide when she finds out Pyro is pretty good at being a Pyro

Okay, so this one's basically a oneshot fic idea I had bouncing around in my head for a while about how I think Medic got "hired". Just in case some of y'all are interested. Anyways, basically:

Spy, Engie and Sniper are out in town for groceries one day. The two latter go their seperate way into this store and see this tall german dude covered in dirt from head to toe, trying to convince the cashier at the front that he's not crazy or homeless. The strange man then proceeds to get real mad at the stubborn teen behind the counter and pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket, slams it onto the counter like: "you want proof that I'm not homeless? Go get me the most expensive liquor you got in this goddamn shithole of a place". And just to be extra petty and drive his point to the ground he also looks at Sniper and Engie waiting in line behind him and tells the cashier to "get these fine gentlemen some of that candy I see on the shelf behind you", bc funni

Obviously, the two mercs are confused af and as they walk out the shop they ask the soon-to-be Medic wtf happened to him to which he replies: "Oh, just a bit of graverobbing gone wrong. Turns out being the one buried is a messier affair than I had imagined". They genuinely can't tell if he's being serious but judging from the dirt, his bleeding fingertips and the odd glint in his eyes, it's hard not to believe him.

Then they meet up with Spy who was doing some shopping at another store and when he sees Medic he recognizes him because: "Hey aren't you the guy that Miss Pauling asked me to get rid of like 2 days ago? Aren't you supposed to be dead 6 feet under??" and Medic is like: "Oh hey murderer :D, fyi your taste in coffin is shit, who tf buys spruce wood coffins anymore. I would kill you for that but u guys outnumber me by 3 to 1 so I won't"

They bring Medic to the base because they don't know what to do with him. Spy calls Miss Pauling to ask and she's like: "Holy shit, that guy survived being nearly killed by you and also being buried alive?? AND he's a doctor with no qualms about murder?? Get that man on the phone, we got ourselves a new Medic"

#tf2 #team fortress two #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 pyro #tf2 headcanons #my post #tw swearing #tw buried alive #silly chatters

[captainsteveamericarogers]

Why are you so quiet? Everyone has gone insane and making up new facts every five minutes, you're usually the first one to lose your patience and lay it down. You're obviously on Chris' side yet you're letting people talk shit about him. You need to say something!!

I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted. You talk as if I'm some matriarch of the fandom when in fact I'm just a mediocre fanfic writer who is exhausted with this whole debacle and it's barely been two weeks. Nobody listens to me!

Today I saw a magnificent example of both Chinese whispers and alternative facts in this fandom. The person who alleged that CE was at her work for medical imaging, who I suspect was also the author of the now-deleted Reddit post, only tweeted that she had found out he was at her work. I appreciate that many people deleted the screenshots of the tweet as it was a gross invasion of his privacy and a HIPAA violation that, if true, would have very serious consequences for both the tweeter and her employer, and that a lot of people didn't see it. But suddenly people were talking about an actual x-ray or MRI image that had been posted and deleted. There was never an image. That didn't stop a few people from saying they knew someone who had seen it, which adds credence to the rumour despite being a lie due to there never being an image.

A lie can run around the world before the truth has got its boots on - The Truth by Terry Pratchett

We are seeing this in action every single day since the People article. I've seen people make the most outlandish claims. Suddenly, everyone has a friend who knows his flight details or what he ate for dinner. It's utterly demented. It's beyond crazy.

Let's go through all of the utter horse shit I can recall from the past fortnight. Shall we have more bullet points?

It's all PR

They have a contract for two years (how could anyone possibly know this?)

Chris obviously cannot stand Alba anywhere near him

The girl in the park who was forced to delete her Twitter was in on it and planted there to record

Chris has been personally seeking out Tumblrinas to block on Twitter

Narrative PR wrote the deranged fan letters to make the fandom "look crazy" (lol) and garner sympathy for Chris

Literally anyone who sticks up for Chris or Alba is, in fact, Chris or Alba or their moms

Alba wore a halter to WDW to show off her tattoo and be recognised (Really? Who on earth is going to recognise her?)

She only flew into FL to record the video and then left immediately (y'all really don't like them spending time together, huh?)

They are reading every single post every single gossip blog writes and using the comments to make their fake PR relationship more convincing

There's more but this is so exhausting. If you take one thing from this post, let it be this. Take EVERYTHING with a pinch of salt, no matter who posts it and how sure they seem. Sometimes people are right and sometimes they are wrong. This fandom has a nasty habit of voicing their opinions as facts, then others take that and run with it, like today with the medical imaging business.

The fact is, nobody cares whether or not you believe it. But you are devoting hours of your life, every single day, dissecting everything and going around and around in circles and it is not healthy. It is not healthy at all. Take some time off or at least talk about something else.

Someone asked what I personally think is happening with Chris and Alba, so I'll leave you with my thoughts. It's serious. They are in love. I think they'll probably get married sooner rather than later. The laser focused comment was an FYI, telling the fandom that he's going to be taking his foot off the gas and concentrating on his private life for the foreseeable future. Take it with a pinch of salt. 🤷🏽‍♀️

#chris evans #alba baptista #anon ask #fandom ish #yes #we're still on it

[oddballwriter]

Could you do the nsfw alphabet with Evan please? Won't you please feed the Evan simps today?

🔞NO PEOPLE BELOW 18+ BEYOND CUT OFF🔞

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Summary: Evan NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: mentions of breeding kink, light impact, knife play, and cnc

Author’s Snip: To be honest, I was waiting for someone to come and request this so might as well give you sluts what you want  

Notes: I'm so glad to have done this and I hope y'all enjoy 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I already made this post but Evan does aftercare really well. If you want snacks or something to drink then he'll get it for you. If you get cold then here's a bunch of blankets and any shirt of his of your choice. He praise you and tell you how much he enjoyed it and how good you were. And not gonna lie he might give you an extra round if you want.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Evan likes his mouth and tongue. He uses those to give you hickies, kisses, and eat you out. He also likes his hands and arms since he can use that to hold you while cuddling and hold you down during sex. As for you he probably likes your legs but mostly your thighs. He likes laying on them, having them squish him when he's eating you out/giving you head, along with grabbing them during sex. He likes it when you have some cushion for the pushin'.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I'm gonna be honest... he secretly has a breeding kink and I'm not even trying to make a joke or anything. He likes cumming in you. It's nice and hot in there and it feels good to him. Though if you aren't into that that's fine by him and he'll just cum wherever else you want. But if you're down and on the pill then you honestly don't have to tell him twice.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's such a sub. He lowkey likes being bossed around. I'm not trying to say the way he acts is a front. He's still Evan but I look at him and think "yeah he wants to be bossed around a bit". He will go both ways, he can be a dom but sometimes he wants to just say fuck it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I actually think that he has okay experience. I like to think that he's had a few people around here and there so he knows a few things. And there's some things that he just knows to do.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Evan's down for any position but he loves it when you ride him. To him it allows the both of you to set a pace and who's in charge. Like if you or him want to go faster and harder then you can just go for it or he can grab your hips and make you go faster. I do think that he would enjoy doggy too but likes riding way more. And as an fyi, he likes facing instead of reverse so he can see your face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be a pretty goofy. He and you are aware that sometimes having sex and or initiating it can be a bit awkward and sometimes it makes you both laugh. Sometimes you too laugh cause you're aware that you two are being horny as fuck and it's dumb. It's Evan, he's a pretty easy going and funny kind of guy. But sometimes he can be serious when he feels like it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

(I don't really think about this stuff and with future ones I might change the H to something else. You guys could help with that if you'd like.)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be both. Sometimes he thinks you're amazing and super hot and wants to have a bite of you so he's really soft and more of a having sex to appreciate you and how good you feel type of feel. But he can be hard and want to fuck for the sake of having sex and it all letting out. And I'll be honest, he can be hard and rough as hell when he's down and in the mood. Either way it's good as fuck.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He would treat himself a good amount if he was riled up by something. But if he's with someone he'll do it less since he can get it out with them. But if they don't have a drive that can keep up with his then he'll just handle it himself. He doesn't need to have someone, but he'd prefer someone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He's got some good ones like light bondage, knife play, power play, praise and degradation, edging/teasing, and light impact play. And he's okay with both ways.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ev mostly likes fucking at his place and in private. But private to him just means that there's no one actively watching. So he'll fuck you anywhere in the house so long as no one is actively watching. So it can range form the bed, to the couch, to the countertop.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

To be honest... he's a bit of a horny fuck so a good few things turn him on. One thing that makes him going fast is when you wear his clothes with not much of anything else on or when you start making out with him and get handsy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's really big into consent and doesn't like anything that really gives the illusion that he's forcing himself on you. You can convince him that it's okay for him to just take you if he feels like it, but he'll be really really hesitant and hardly use it unless he's real bad. But even then he makes you swear to use the safe word you set up as soon as you aren't up for it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man eats like he hasn't been fed in days. He likes receiving once in a while but he's totally the person to give. And he's damn good. He doesn't care how messy he's eating, he's eating and giving it's all.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Yes. He can do any, just tell him what you want. Or he'll go for it and let you tell him if you're down of not.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's down. He doesn't want them often but sometime you two mess around with each other and find out, you know.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's down to experiment to see if you guys like it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go a good few rounds. When it's casual sex, he can go to 1-2. But if y'all are horny and just in the mood to go at it he can go 4-6.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's okay with bringing some stuff, but it's mostly to enhance the experience you two wanna have rather than be something to get off with. Unless it's part of the foreplay or fun.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease a good bit, both to be a bit of a brat and to mess with you so that you can beg. Depends. But that's only once in a while. Otherwise he's fair

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

You listen here. He's one of those men who aren't afriad to moan during sex dude. If he likes it then he's gonna make some noise to let you know. He's not super loud but like... man's getting lost in it you know?

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

At your service to be completely honest. Your pleasure is his. Anything you want, he's serving it up.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It's above average but out boy knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's a bit more than average. It's not every day and every night, but he does get in the mood easy and enough.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends. If it was the day, then he won't fall asleep but will take a minute to recuperate. At night, he'll be up for a bit, but it'll catch up with him.

#everymanhybrid #everymanhybrid x reader #slenderverse x reader #slenderverse #cw smut #smut prompt

[miss-celestial-being]

Enemies- D.M. (pt2)

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request | masterlist

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1.2k Words

request: technically..?

warnings: mentions of suicide, suicide attempt, mentions of abuse, mean!theo, serious topics read at your own risk, full of fluff at the end bc my cold dead heart couldn't handle it

summary: Draco and Y/n are enemies...right?

pronouns: she/her

house: Hufflepuff (doesn't matter tho)

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I owe this to y'all, sry I've been slacking. I haven't had any motivation to write anything big or "spectacular" so I've only been writing blurbs.

Just an fyi, it got really dark/deep so I had to add some things to lighten it up a bit.

Also I'm kinda mad that this is only a bit over 1k words but whatever

part one

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When Y/n awoke it was night. Draco was sitting quietly next to her, reading. Y/n lifted her head, wincing as she did. She grabbed her side and frowned.

"Be careful." Draco spoke from next to her, helping her sit up carefully. Y/n smiled slightly at him. "Thanks." She looked at the sky. "What time is it?" Draco checked his watch as Y/n looked back at him. "11:43, why?"

Y/n sighed. Normally she would be worried. Normally she'd be scared of Theo's reaction. Normally. But something changed in that moment. She didn't care. Theo could do whatever he wanted and she wouldn't care. Because she's already numb. There is nothing left to feel.

"No reason." Draco nodded, closing his book and standing slowly. "You should get to bed." Y/n shook her head. "Let take a walk." She said as she stood as well, already walking away. Draco huffed and followed after.

"Y/n. Y/n! I'm serious. We could get in trouble." He whispered. "Go if you want, I'll go by myself if I have to." Draco shook his head. "Goodnight." He stopped, watching as Y/n walked away and into the shadows.

Y/n slowly walked to the astronomy tower, panting when she got to the top. She walked over to the edge, looking out with tears in her eyes. She didn't feel the tears fall until they hit the railing next to her hand.

She took a deep breath, looking down at the drop, thinking. Just thinking. About everything that had happened that led her to this point. About Theo. About Draco. Everyone.

She took a single step toward the edge, small rocks falling over it with every step she took. She closed her eyes slowly and took another step.

She was there, right there. Until she wasn't. Arms wrapped around her and dragged her away from the edge right before she fell. They held her tightly to their chest as they cried. She looked up, seeing that silver blonde hair.

She was limp in his arms, not having the energy to move or push him away. "D-don't," He sniffed, "don't you- don't you ever do that again. You hear me?" After a few moments, Y/n nodded silently. "I-I'm sorry." Her voice barely above a whisper. "No. No, don't apologize. This isn't your fault. I'm so sorry it led to this." Y/n closed her eyes and relaxed into Draco. "I'm gonna kill Nott." Was the last thing she heard before she slipped into that familiar darkness.

~~~

Y/n woke up in a dark room. A room she'd never seen before. It looked similar to hers, but colder and more expensive. The green silk sheets beneath her were soft and comforting. She snuggled herself into them more, hearing a chuckle from the foot of the bed.

"Comfortable?" Y/n nodded with a tired smile. Draco's heart fluttered at this. He thought his next words carefully. "You feeling ok?" Y/n nodded. "You... wanna talk?" Y/n shook her head and started to stand. "Can I take a shower?" Draco nodded awkwardly. "Yeah, uh, of course. Do you need help figuring where things are?" Y/n was already in the bathroom. "I think I can manage."

~~~

Y/n winced as she got into the warm water. Her muscles relaxed instantly, but her cuts stung. She sighed, humming herself a small tune as she washed up.

~~~

Draco stayed by the door as he waited for her to be done. It's not that he didn't trust her, it's that he wanted to make sure she was ok.

Y/n walked out 10 minutes later, causing Draco to stand and walked over to her with some clothes. "I don't know if they'll fit, but I thought it was better than wearing the same thing as yesterday." Y/n nodded silently and took the clothes, walking back into the bathroom to change.

Draco's breath caught in his throat as she walked out again. He didn't think he'd like seeing her in his clothes so much. He must've been staring because Y/n cleared her throat and turned to look in his mirror.

"Is it that bad?" She looked at herself for a bit, frowning. "Wha- No! No of course not! It's- it's great." Y/n smiled slightly. "You're cute when you're nervous." She walked back to the bed and smothered herself in the comfortable blankets. Draco smiled at her and shook his head. "I'll be back later if you wanna stay, I just have a few things to do." Y/n nodded sleepily and waved him off causing him to chuckle on his way out. It quickly stopped though as he remembered the first thing on his list. Kill Theodore Nott.

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It didn't take him long to find Theo as he was always in the corridors between the Slytherin commons room and the potions classroom on Saturday afternoons.

Draco quickly walked up to him, shoving him before throwing a punch at him. Theo was caught off guard, unable to dodge the punch, but quickly recovered. He punched Draco's jaw, then kneed him in the stomach. Draco shoved him to the ground, pounding his face with his fists.

~~~

Y/n woke with a groan at the sound of commotion outside. She got up and walked outside the room, Draco's robe wrapped around her. She went to the common room and heard ruckus from outside the entrance.

She quietly made her way into the corridor to see a group of people gathered not too far from where she stood. She walked closer cautiously.

When she got through the crowd, she saw Draco on top of Theo, pounding his fist into his face repeatedly. Y/n's eyes widened as she ran over, pulling Draco's shoulder. "Draco- Draco stop! You're gonna kill him." She shouted at him as she tried separating them.

Draco looked over at Y/n, her teary eyes and scared expression hurt him. He looked back at Theo, his fist stopping before it hit his face. Draco shook his head and stood up, walking away to his dorm. Y/n quickly followed after, not bothering to worry about Theo.

She walked through his door nervously. "Draco?" She asked as she approached him. He was sitting on his bed, back to the door, his head hung low. Y/n reached out to touch his arm, flinching when he turned toward her quickly. Draco's face fell.

"Are-" He too a deep breath, "Are you afraid of me?" His eyes slightly begging it not to be true. "Of course not! Why would I ever be afraid of you?"

Draco looked at his bruised hand with a frown. "You looked pretty scared earlier." Y/n sighed. She walked to the bathroom, grabbing a damp towel and some bandages before returning. She took Draco's hand in hers and started dabbing it with the towel.

Draco looked at Y/n with a saddened expression. "Why did you flinch?" She hummed. "Hmm?" Draco looked at his lap. "You flinched. When I turned, you flinched. Did you think I'd hurt you?" Y/n stayed silent, causing Draco to let out a few tears. "You are afraid of me." It wasn't a question.

Y/n shook her head. "No, no I'm not afraid of you. I just- I just get a bit jumpy sometimes..." Draco slowly came to realization. "Theo." Y/n nodded, sighing. "I'm sorry."

Y/n looked at Draco for a moment. She had never known him to be kind before. This was new, different, a good different. She thought for a moment before smashing their lips together.

Draco was caught off guard, his eyes wide and his body tense. Y/n pulled away with a red face. She avoided his eyes as she looked around the room. Draco moved her face, leaning in to capture her lips in a softer kiss.

When they pulled away, smiles were plastered on their faces. Draco leaned his forehead against hers and nuzzled his nose into hers. Y/n laughed quietly and kissed his nose.

Draco looked at the rest of her, his lips forming a slight smirk. "I see you found my robe." Y/n chuckled, slightly embarrassed. "I didn't even realize I grabbed it..." Draco smiled at her lovingly. He kissed her forehead and held her waist. "I think you look beautiful." They kissed again and laid down, cuddling into each other.

"D-Draco?" Y/n's nervous voice caused Draco to look at her concerned. "What's wrong, are you ok?" Y/n looked at his chest. "I'm worried." Draco's face turned to confusion. "Why?" "I- what if this turns out like Theo? What if you turn out like Theo? I- I don't think I can do that again." A few tears fell, Draco wiping them away the second they were shed. "I swear, I will not do anything, anything, to cause any harm to you. Do you believe me?" Y/n nodded slowly as Draco kissed her cheeks, then her nose, then her lips.

"Good." He kissed the top of her head, bringing her back into his chest. They fell asleep eventually, finally feeling comfortable and safe as they slept. For one reason only, they felt calm. They were both hopelessly in love with the Enemy.

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Idk if I like this, but I finally got something out so I'm proud of myself :') I hope you liked this. Please request something, link at the top.

#hogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harry potter #draco malfoy #slytherin #draco fluff #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #hufflepuff #draco x y/n #draco x you

[distinguishedstudentcat]

OK. This one is serious and SnB stans pls don't just let this slide. Also istg if ANYONE attacks the OP you're a piece of shit.

Here's a link to a thread calling out the cast for questionable actions and certain casting decisions. https://twitter.com/zhongsliang/status/1373398506841518086?s=19

And the above are the screenshots.

Alt Text because it's too long:

[Screenshot 1: the shadow and bone show really was checking off a bingo for the worst casting ever... making jesper lightskin, casting a skinnier actress for nina, freddy carter trying to make a disability "look smoother", zoya actress supporting all lives matter and jessie defending her...]

[Screenshot 2: Tweet 1 - ah not to mention the comments on jesper's sexuality... but of course nobody cares because no matter how many times people call out this awful show the fans will continue to ignore it and praise the actors.

Tweet 2 - eric what's his face should learn how to shut the hell up already. incredible how they can claim to "care about diversity" and then they seemingly either ERASE that diversity or mess it up. i wish this show a complete flop.

Tweet 3 - oh yeah stop acting like jessie mei li didn't defend sujaya like their life depended on it. every day i see another tweet talking about how pretty she is and how amazing she is. there's nothing amazing about literally condoning all lives matter you complete morons.]

[Screenshot 3: ah last addition but it's so funny how some people care more about calling cast members ugly than the cast members literally being bad people... you guys formed a STORM over people calling freddy ugly but it was silence when he made ableist comments? shut up.]

I didn't know about most of these. And imma presume most of y'all didn't either, so this is just FYI and I'm not quite fit to talk about it. Reminder not to put ANY CELEBS on a pedestal, to call them out when they fuck up. I'm not gonna try to police what you wanna like and enjoy, but pls be aware of the media you consume I guess...?

Going forward I honestly dunno what to do. I'm sorry for my many posts stanning certain cast members, especially if said posts hurt anyone. Anyhow I'll pirate the show...

IMPORTANT EDIT!!!

Thank you to @greenbriarc for updating me on the situation! ❤ Firstly all this happened a year ago! Eric has since apologized for his badly worded statement. According to SOME reviews, Jesper is a great rep for the bi community. HOWEVER many bi fans disagreed and personally as a biromantic, I don't like it either. Also I would like to emphasize this is NOT to cancel the cast just to hold them accountable if they mess up like in Jessie and Freddy's case. I understand that with Kit and Danielle it wasn't their fault, but it still kinda hurts I guess. Again, I'm not trying to police anyone's interest and am a strong supporter of the nobody's fav is completely unproblematic mindset. I just wanna remind to NOT put them on a pedestal and when need be, hold them accountable. 😊😊😊 If my original post made it sound like the cast or producers had committed unforgivable wrongdoings and had to be canceled for the rest of forever I apologize 😔

Oh yeah here's a link to another in which the person whose post Sujaya commented on said Sujaya apologized in private and they're now on friendly terms!!! 😆

#shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone #grishaverse #the grishaverse #the grisha trilogy #the grisha series #call out post #/srs btw

[wackybuddiemewbs]

Um. Eddie DID ghost Buck. Buck even uses that exact word when he calls Eddie out about it. After the lawsuit, when Buck returns to work, Eddie refuses to speak to him. He barely looks at him. When he does say anything, he's rude, he's snappish. And THAT is because Eddie is a selfish sonofabitch. He didn't really care about what Buck was going through, kept telling everyone else that in his opinion Buck was throwing a self-pity party, and he was ONLY pissed because he couldn't use Buck as a babysitter or sounding board or for bail money. What show are y'all even fucking watching?

Hi,

I watch 911 on Fox, cool show this. Thanks for asking!

♪(´▽｀)

Just from the get-go, I'm really not in the fandom to get involved in arguments of that kind. I neither have the energy nor the nerve for it, really. And I guess I'm actually already too fandom-old for it.

o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

If that's your reading of it, though, that's your reading of it. So really, no reason to get upset, anon. It's all cool. I don't judge. That's how fandom is supposed to work. You have your interpretation, I have mine. And isn't that actually really great?

o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

It appears to me like you don't enjoy Eddie's character very much (which again, is fine, people like the characters they like). So my suggestion to you would be to ignore or block tags and accounts that make you this upset, judging by your ask. I can't imagine that this sparks a lot of joy.

(* ￣︿￣)

Just so that you know, I'm a fan of Buck and Eddie and their relationship, so looking at my posts will likely not serve your interests very much, I'm afraid. My reading differs very much from yours, judging by your ask, so I'm not exactly sure what you seek to find either in my posts or in my replies that may satisfy that need you have. In which case, feel free to block me. Fandom's supposed to be fun after all.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Also, just FYI, the post you're referring to was certainly not intended as some deep-reaching meta. I'm a casual watcher who adores those two firefighters and bisasters at work, that's no secret. I just ramble on, so people shouldn't expect me to do serious literary analysis, for it is neither my intention nor purpose. I had enough of that at uni. I just ship'em. Hard.

(❤ ω ❤)

Now, in reply to what you're saying (since you asked and I like to ramble), here's my two cents:

Granted, there might be a point to be made about Eddie keeping his distance, following the lawsuit. So my interpretation in that post on him not ever ghosting Buck in any capacity may have been a bit exaggerated or oversimplified. But again, I was not doing serious analysis.

(〜￣▽￣)〜

Though I will have to point out that just because Buck says he feels ghosted, doesn't mean he was ghosted the same way Abby's done it, for instance. It is his interpretation and his feelings that he voices to Eddie. Those are not absolute truths, that's simply his truth.

There was undoubtedly a rift between them after the lawsuit, but considering how it really didn't take them that long to move on from it (argument and resolution, if I remember correctly, are wrapped up in the course of one episode), it wasn't that big after all. Or rather, their mutual care and love quickly overruled any of those negative emotions.

In that same vain, I think the true tragedy of this situation between the two lies in the very fact that they are upset that the other's ghosting them in some shape or form. The lawsuit prevented Buck from talking to Eddie, though he would have needed his friend in those troubling times. And Buck needed Eddie just as much. They are afraid of being ghosted and somehow end up ghosting the other, for a multitude of reasons. But the main takeaway remains that they eventually find their way back together and literally embrace.

〜(^_^)d♥♥♥b(^_^)〜

However, I very much disagree with the notion of Eddie being selfish (or the words that you used to that effect). There's really nothing in his character that indicates that, in my opinion. To give just one example, Eddie showed up when Buck was feeling down (see wake up call scene). He didn't need Buck as a babysitter. Eddie figured Buck was feeling alone, so he made sure he wasn't (you know, ghosted), by making him babysit. Because Christopher would keep him company and Buck genuinely likes spending time with Christopher. Because he loves that boy. And Eddie knows that. He entrusts his son into his friend's care, before and after the tsunami. Are those the acts of a selfish person? Methinks not.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

On a similar note, Eddie found himself in a very troubling situation, too. It wasn't just Buck who was going through a rough time. His wife died in an accident, he had to tell his son who'd just gotten her back that she's gone forever now. Christopher was having nightmares after the tsunami and Eddie felt helpless in providing his son with what he needs (something he's vowed to himself to do). He was grieving and facing some of his insecurities later voiced by him about how he wasn't enough (very similar to Buck, parallels much, by the way).

So could he have come at it a little differently (at the grocery store, being rather distant upon Buck's return)? In an ideal world, sure. But in an ideal world, Buck and Bobby never would have had that kind of fallout to begin with either, because they would have discussed these things. There wouldn't have been a lawsuit. In an ideal world, Buck would have come at it differently, too.

But the characters are all human and are depicted as such. Because it is no perfect world they live in. They fail at communication. They snap, they shout, they see no other way but to file a lawsuit to no longer be alone, no matter the costs, they stay silent, maybe because they don't want to lose control again, you know? Like, make of the lawsuit arc what you will, it does a good job at showing how a lack of communication or miscommunication can have dire consequences.

So sure, it can be said that Buck felt like Eddie was ghosting him in some capacity, following his return after the lawsuit. But I just keep thinking about those what ifs, and if Buck had found himself in a tough spot for some reason, whatever shape or form, even if the two had still been at odds, there's really no doubt in my mind that Eddie would have been there. Because he cares and loves Buck.

Now, that's nothing you can prove, really. For that, we got fanfiction. It is my reading of the scenes. However, given the fact that Eddie was quick to forgive him for the lawsuit and was actually much more upset about not having been able to talk to Buck, spend time with Buck, be with Buck, tells the story of a man who was desperate to have his partner back.

And oh, oh, doesn't that sound familiar when it comes to Buck?

The point being, my reading of most of this argument is that we see two different reactions to the same deeply felt need and desire for that other person to be there, both fuelled by insecurities, grief, and a great deal of poor communication.

To me, it doesn't show bad guys and good guys, it shows people trying their best and failing, it shows people struggling with their own hardships, their own emotions and insecurities, sometimes blinding them to what's going on around them, it shows how radio silence is never the solution, and how, in the end, what they really need is each other. Which, in itself, is a beautiful message, if anyone asked me.

ಥ_ಥ

And I guess that at this point, I have bored half the fandom to death with this overlong rambling, which is why I will stop now.

I hope you find what you're seeking in fandom, anon!

Cheers!

#buddie #buck x eddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #reply #ask #anon #ramble ramble ramble #the random rambling continues!

[drethanramslay]

49 and 50 for Bryce and MC?

Thanks for the ask @rookie-ramsey 💙

You can find the prompt list here.

#49- I have already written this and you can find it here.

#50- “You’re the clumsiest person I know…how did you survive past childhood?”

Word count: 1.1 k

Warning: none, it's just fluff

Forgive me if i make any mistakes 

Angel

Today is the day Bryce... Today is the day you ask out Aliya. Bryce kept on chanting as he stood in the locker room as he buttoned his blazer.

He wanted the entire thing to be perfect because that is what Aliya deserves.

He never thought that he would be one to settle down that easily and he definitely did not see himself confiding his deep dark secrets to anyone.

But Aliya was different. She understood him and was by his side through everything. She was a blessing. She was an angel.

That's why the nickname stuck.

Dr. Ramsey had been kind enough to let him use the diagnostics office for half an hour so he had gone and decorated it with roses and balloons.

It was already 8:15 am and Sienna would be bringing Aliya around 8:30 am which gave him enough time to reach there without being spotted.

Show time, Lahela.

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"We are late." Sienna said as they rushed into the locker room.

"Thanks for stating that, Captain Obvious." Jackie muttered as she sauntered to her designated locker.

"I don't know why are y'all making such a big deal out if it. We come to the hospital at this time. So chill." Aliya said as she lazily strolled into the locker room with Elijah.

"You don't get it Aliya. People are dying." Jackie said.

Raising her hands in surrenderance, she spoke. "Okay, okay. Don't need to make it so sombre at 8:26 in the morning."

"It's 8:26?!" Sirena screeched which had Aliya snorting. But that only lead to her to knock her head against the bitch and trip. But she caught herself before face planting on the floor.

HAHAHAHH not today floor.

But pain shot up her leg which had her sitting down. "Fuck fuck fuck."

"Aliya sweetie, open your eyes and walk." Sienna said as she bent down on her knees to see if anything was twisted or bruised.

"Even if she were to keep them open, she would trip on thin air." Jackie snorted.

"Hey now that's not true-" she began but Elijah interrupted her.

"Please. Just yesterday you punched yourself in the face trying to move Aurora's boxes."

"I thought no one saw that." She mumbled as she took her jacket off.

"Everyone saw that."

"Yeah but. It was just a one of case-"

"Aliya when we went for sushi with Bryce, you ended up pouring soy sauce on the both of you. You and Bryce spent so much time in the bathroom cleaning up those stains." Sienna exclaimed.

That's not why we took long but, okay.

"I-"

"Need I remind you of the dock dunk?" Jackie deadpanned.

"Wait, dock dunk? Why don't I know this one?" Elijah asked as he rolled in.

"That's because this happened on the night you had your video game marathon with Phoebe." Jackie said as she shut the locker door with a bang.

"Care to fill me in?"

"Jackie no."

"So Dr. Aliya Acharya and co were sitting on these chairs on the dock. Aliya decided 'hey why not move the chair a little forward so that I can touch the water'." Jackie imitated Aliya in a high pitched voice.

Aliya threw a pen right smack at the centre of Jackie's forehead. "Kutri(bitch) ! I do not sound like that."

But that did not deter Jackie. "So she moves the chair ahead in such a way that the front legs slip into the gap between the wood which flung her into the water."

Laughter echoed through the locker room and Aliya scowled. "That was an accident!!"

"Says every clumsy person." Elijah snickered.

Jackie patted her shoulder shaking her head. “You’re the clumsiest person I know…how did you survive past childhood?”

"Fuck off." She grumbled and Sienna linked her hand into hers.

"Ignore them. Let's get to work."

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Bryce's phone pinged and he saw that it was a text message from Sienna.

Am I ready?

Hell yeah.

He typed his response and Sienna immediately texted back which brought a smile to his face and boost of confidence.

He pressed play and a melodious old hindi song played through the portable speakers.

Aliya was laughing at something as she entered but stopped in her tracks when she saw Bryce.

Her eyes wandered to the roses, the balloons and to him, standing in the centre of the room looking dashing in a crisp suit. The entire view took her breath away.

"Bryce... I- is that a hindi song?" She said as she entered the room.

"Yes. I know how much you love them so I asked Jackie to help me out."

Her cheeks were red and she had a wide smile as she walked towards Bryce. He had a soft smile playing on his lips as he grasped both her hands.

"Angel, for a long time I thought that the bachelor life was for me. Drinking, partying and sleeping around was all I thought I would be doing because I never thought that love was something I deserved."

He brushed away a strand of her hair. "But, you changed that."

"You changed everything and I'm forever greatful for that."

He brought her hands to her his lips and kissed her knuckles as her heart beat raced.

I love this man.

"I know we already confessed to each other how much we love each other. FYI, I love you more-"

Tears of happiness in her eyes she playfully punched him. "That's factually incorrect and improbable."

Chuckling he squeezed her hands and continued. "Whatever floats your boat. But still... I don't see anyone else but you by my side. So this is me asking you to be my girlfriend. And since you love puns so much, I have decided to incorporate that into this entire ordeal."

"Bryce, you are the one who love those puns!"

"But you laugh at them so hence proved that you like them."

"I-" she was interrupted by his finger on her lips.

"Trust me you are gonna love them."

Oh lord.

Clearing his throat he put a serious face on. "Aliya, this poem is for you-

Her jaw was on the floor. Okay that was a good one.

Blood is red

Cyanosis is blue

I get tachycardia

When I think about you."

Before she could speak, Bryce spoke. "I'm not finished. Are you my appendix? Cause I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me want to take you out."

Aliya burst into laughter and soon he joined in. "Oh. My. God. Bryce. The first was smooth but the second one was horrible!"

"But it made you smile."

Cupping her cheek he asked her. "So what's your answer? Will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?"

"Of course!! I love you and would be honoured to be your girlfriend." She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly as he twirled around, his heart bursting with joy.

"You don't know how happy you have made me Angel."

Her hazel eyes sparkled. "And you don't know how much you make me happy Bryce." That being said they kissed. It was a short sweet one, where I love you's were exchanged and happiness was shared.

He placed her down and almost immediately she tripped. Bryce caught her and stables her.

"Did I also promise that I would be fast enough for the both of us so that I can catch you everytime you fall?"

Aliya groaned as Bryce's cheerful laughter filled the room.

"I hate you.." she grumbled.

Bryce kissed her forehead, adoration in his eyes. "Nah.. you love me and I love you. We are perfect together."

For all those people who didn't get the medical puns here is a guide:

-> cyanosis: skin turning blue due to lack of oxygen supply

-> tachycardia: increased heart rate

And all the desi people who want to know which song it was, it was pehla nasha from jo Jeeta who Sikandar 

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[tsipasce]

Same Difference, Ch.09

A/N: FYI, this part gets a bit violent. No domestic abuse or anything like that, just a good ol’ fashioned fight scene. Anybutts, hope y'all enjoy~

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Nanami began walking down the now-familiar, winding hallways from her tea break to return to the lab. She wasn’t ready to examine the feelings she’d had after her spat with Overhaul, especially the ones that caused her such sadness at the thought of not seeing him again. In the back of her mind, she knew whatever she was feeling could simply be the result of successful manipulation on his part, but it didn’t change the relief she felt knowing they’d continue working together. Hoping to push away the thoughts before facing him again, she decided to focus on her efforts to find a suitable class for self-defense. Sure, Hitomi had a point in that it would at the very least be a confidence booster, but Nanami felt like she needed more.

I know Kurono said it was a cheap shot in a 1 vs. 30 battle royale, but still. * BANG* If Overhaul, ~*killer extraordinaire*~ can get injured like that, * BANG* I might as well be a sitting duck. Nanami concluded, remembering that she had involved herself in a world much more dangerous than she wanted to acknowledge. But where in the world am I gonna find * BANG* a class that’ll * BANG, BANG* teach me how to survive a fight to * BANG* the * BANG, BANG* death? * BANG, BANG, BANG* Ok, what the hell is making all that noise? Nanami thought now annoyed at whatever had been interrupting her train of thought.

Following the sound, she found the source of the noise: a very large man beating a block of concrete in the training room as though his life depended on it. She watched for a moment in amazement as his fists covered in heavy, metal gauntlets wore down one block of concrete after the next, ignoring the traditional workout equipment. He stopped for a beat, sensing her watching him from the doorway.

“Hey, doc. What brings you here?”

“Hi Rappa, it’s nothing, just heard a lot of commotion and wanted to make sure everything was alright. Don’t mind me!”

Shrugging, he continued training, now moving to weightlifting. Man, this is nothing like the classes I sat in on. I wonder what kind of training you’d have to get to be this proficient… I wish I could… Oh, duh. Nanami thought at the epiphany.

“Hey, Rappa, can I ask you a question?” Nanami asked, with a plan already in mind.

“Who’s gonna stop you?”

“True. Have you ever tried teaching anyone?”

“A couple times, but most don’t last too long. They lack the warrior spirit.”

“So… if someone did have this ‘warrior spirit’, you’d consider taking them on, right?”

“It would be a dream come true, to trade blows with another man, hellbent on victory! They’d have to prove their mettle, but nothing would bring me more joy!” He exclaimed and she could tell he was already daydreaming about the next fight.

“Well, what if there was a person that was hellbent on victory and had a true warrior spirit... but they were a woman. Would you train them?”

“Impossible.” He responded immediately.

“What makes you say that?” Nanami queried, a bit miffed at how sure of his answer he was.

“They don’t have it in their nature. Besides, we yakuza have a code of chivalry. I could never fight a broad.”

“Even if said broad could kick your ass?” Now she was pissed.

He laughed heartily, “The day I meet a woman like that, will be the same day Mimic can keep his mouth shut for more than 5 seconds. Or when hell freezes over, whichever comes first.”

“Well get ready for 5 seconds of bliss and Satan in some long johns because that woman is here.” Nanami said with a renewed sense of resolve.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’ll talk to you later, Rappa.”

“Uh… Ok, see ya later, doc.”

On the remainder of the walk back, Nanami practiced her proposal in her head. She knew it might be a hard sell, but she was determined. Bursting through the door, she saw Overhaul focused on his laptop, going through some data sheets. Aw, he looks so peaceful—no, snap out of it. Back on task. Nanami chastised herself, though she was happy knowing she’d be able to see him like this regularly since they’d done their version of making up earlier. Focusing on the task at hand, she spoke confidently,” Overhaul, I need to borrow one of your bullets.”

“Who do you need taken care of?” he turned to her, a serious look in his eyes.

“Wait what?”

“What?”

They exchanged looks of equal confusion, before realizing what the other meant. “Oh no, no, no—I don’t need anyone ‘taken care of’, I want to take care of them myself—but not like that…”

“It would be clearer if you referred to them as the Eight Bullets or Eight Precepts of Death in the future.”

“Oh, yeah that sounds way cooler.” She stated matter-of-factly.

“Tch. Of course, it does.”  He said turning and she could tell he was grateful in his own way of the compliment. “What do you need them for?”

“I don’t need all of them, just Rappa. And I want... no, I need him to train me.”

“Why do you need him to train you? It’s you and I who share the same quirk…” He trailed off at the last part.

“Oh, don’t be jealous, it’s just that I... I want to learn hand-to hand combat. I want to protect myself. I need to. You were right earlier when you said I’ve entered a world that prioritizes violence. It’s not that I want to prioritize it myself, but I know it would be naïve of me to be unprepared.” She replied resolutely.

“Of course, I was right.”

“That’s what you got from that?”

“However, I fail to see how this benefits me. Technically speaking, you have yet to rectify the power imbalance between us; you being able to completely negate my attacks is… problematic. Making you stronger would border on foolishness on my part.”

“So, you plan on attacking me in the future?”

“No, but the point still stands and the question remains: what do I have to gain from this?”

Nanami’s resolve did not waiver. She had the answer to this one, “An ally.”

His eyes narrowed at her, almost cautioning her to use her words wisely, but he continued to listen, pushing his laptop to the side. “Go on.”

“I wouldn’t serve you or be an accomplice, nor conspirator to any crimes. However, I will not plot against you, attack you without proper provocation, and if you’re in a bind like tonight, I will be there. In addition to this… I’ll tell you how I was able to negate your attack. It’s still a working theory, but I’d be willing to share and practice it with you until it’s fully proven. I can teach you, but only after Rappa has trained me and you teach me a defensive move using Overhaul. This way, we will be equal, for the most part.”

He stared at her searchingly, considering her proposal. After letting her squirm for a bit in suspense, he responded,” It cannot interfere with our organization’s daily dealings or our work in the lab.”

“Of course.”

“Then it’s a deal.”

“Also, could you talk to Rappa for me? You know the whole chivalry thing…” She trailed off hoping he would catch her drift.

“You’re just full of requests today.” He said, slightly annoyed as she raised her brows waiting for an answer, “He will comply. You may have to prove yourself, but he will comply.”

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It was decided that Nanami would be tested by Rappa a week from the day. If she wasn’t sure about the nature of the test, it was certainly made clear when Rappa explained in a way only he could:

“I’ll take it easy since you’re a woman. If you can make me surrender, I’ll teach you.”

Such a generous soul~ Nanami mused to herself after pushing through the fourth lap. She didn’t expect to become a prize fighter in a week, but not getting winded just by going up the stairs at work was a good start. She’d kept somewhat in shape and had grown up doing club sports in school, but nothing she could think of that would constitute a “warrior spirit”. Looks like we’re gonna have to get creative with this…

Checking her watch, she realized she had just enough time to make an important call before her next appointment. “Hey Miki, how’ve you been?... That’s awesome, I’m doing alright myself… Hm? No, no we’re still on for dinner Thursday, I just had a favor to ask… Could I join you for some freerunning this week?... Nevermind why I’m breathing so heavy! Can I come? ...Thank you, Thank you, Thank you—I’ll see you at the station by your place. Bye!” The phone clicked.

She wouldn’t become a master in a week—maybe not even an intermediate level fighter—but at least she could have a sliver of a chance at winning Rappa over. With her plan coming together, she pushed for another lap, a little more confidence in her step than before.

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A week came and went, now Nanami stood in front of her closet, unsure of what to wear.

“What do you usually wear to a fight anyway…” She pondered, remembering what every fighting person she knew wore on a regular basis. Rappa wore jeans and a t-shirt, “If I can’t sleep in jeans, how the hell am I supposed to fight in them? Next.” Overhaul wore business attire, “The man’s an enigma, not even realistic to compare wardrobe choices there…Wait.” Nanami had an epiphany. Her fighting style, if she could call it that yet, wasn’t much like either of theirs from what she knew. Deciding it would be smartest to wear what she’d been training in that week of preparation, she got changed and hurried over.

Rushing her park job, she sat in her car for a beat, trying to catch her breath. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been a nervous wreck anticipating her “trial by fire” today. Even with a plan, it would be hard to predict how she’d react in the moment when her safety was on the line. After rejecting her quirk and consequently, her body, for such a long time, it seemed like an impossible task to lean on it completely, to trust it, but what choice do I have? Nanami asked herself with equal measures of resignation and resolve. Deciding it was do or di—nope, gotta use a better phrase. We are not speaking the possibility of death into existence. Not today. Deciding it was now or never, Nanami took a deep breath, centering herself as she worked up the nerve to exit her car and march to the base and down to the training room.

Stopping in front of the entrance, she exhaled deeply once again, pushing the large door open. Upon opening it, she saw Rappa rotating his shoulders and stretching his arms. She gulped heavily, remembering his quirk, Strongarm, would soon be used on her. Focusing on her opponent, she hadn’t noticed someone else standing in the corner by the door.

“If you focus any harder, you’ll pop a blood vessel.” Said a familiar voice, startling her from her thoughts.

She put a hand to her chest, trying to calm down, “Oh my gosh you scared the shit out of me… and leave me alone. Everyone has their own way of preparing, I’m just… figuring mine out.”

“That and your sparring attire.” Overhaul responded too quickly for her liking, giving her a once over.

Defensively pulling her tracksuit closed, she gave him a look,” Did you come to roast me or root for me?”

“Neither. I am merely here to supervise. Whether you win or not is none of my concern.”

“Aaaand this is why I didn’t ask you to train me. If you need me, I’ll be stretching over there, ref.”

Nanami rolled her eyes, making her way to what she figured would be her side of the arena. The training room was large with two sections; one part took up a third of the room, hosting a myriad of traditional gym equipment and weights. The other part which was the arena, took up the remaining two thirds and was outlined on the floor in white with room on the sidelines for observers …and sassy referees. Nanami thought, remembering his dig from earlier.

Removing her tracksuit, she donned black leggings and a matching, sleeveless workout top. It was sleek and formfitting, maximizing her range of mobility. After she completed a couple toe touches, lunges and back stretches, Rappa took a step forward into the ring, “Alright, you know the rules! I’m making it easy on you by only asking for a surrender, but I won’t hold back.”

“I wouldn’t want you too. Let’s do this.” Nanami said, her game face on and her voice confident in an effort to override the doubts she had in her head.

“Now that’s the spirit! Come at me, doc!”

Getting into a stance, Nanami made a B-line towards Rappa, sprinting at full speed. He braced himself in a defensive stance, ready to attack when she came within striking distance. He was wearing his mask, but she could feel how serious the mood of the room had gotten. Just stick to the plan, it’ll all be ok, she said, steeling herself from further doubt. Focusing, she saw the second he was readying himself to take his first swing. Just then, she slid and dodged, slapping her hand firmly on the ground as she slid, sending a ripple in the direction she was headed, a pillar forming. She then slid past the new structure, extended her arms, and grabbed onto the pillar to swing herself back in his direction at full force. Keeping both her feet together she surprised him, landing a solid kick to the face. She followed through as he staggered, and she landed, rolling to minimize the impact. Before she could appreciate the look of surprise on Overhaul’s face, Rappa had recovered. Her refresher course on parkour with Miki had paid off and she had a few tricks up her sleeve.

“Now that was good. Give me more!” He exclaimed, punching the ground, barely missing her head as she dodged. Nanami had been fast, but Rappa was much more agile than he looked. She’d done some research on his quirk, but no amount of reading could have prepared her for the reality of it. Though it probably wouldn’t have seemed threatening if it had belonged to someone else, it suited him perfectly. He didn’t just have a quirk, he had a set of skills and used it to amplify them. Even without the added power, he was a force to be reckoned with.

Before she had the chance to think too much, he struck again and again, dodging becoming more difficult with each blow. Deciding to act, she erected more pillars.

“Putting up a wall for protection won’t gain you a surrender—come and fight me!” He warned, charging towards her.

“Who said these were for my protection?”  Nanami responded as she ran. She launched herself to gain enough momentum, bouncing between the pillars, she managed to land a punch to his side, just beneath his ribs, earning her a grunt. Now more confident, she went in for a second attack, this time she was going to aim for his chin, hoping to knock him out. In this movement, her lack of combat training caused her to make a grave error: she was wide open. By the time she saw Rappa winding up for an uppercut, it was too late to react. He landed a solid blow to her abdomen before grabbing her like a ragdoll, tossing her clear across the room and into the wall on the opposite side of the arena. Her back hit the wall with a thud, and she gasped for air as the wind was knocked out of her. She was certain she’d broken a rib or two. She fell on all fours, heaving as she grasped at the broken parts of her rib cage. She coughed up blood, accepting the consequences of being hit in real combat. When she expelled more of the red liquid from her mouth, she could’ve sworn she saw Overhaul reflexively lunge towards her. Without thinking she raised a hand motioning him to stop whatever he planned on doing, the other still clutching her side. Looking over to him, her expression must have relayed her determination. He took a step back, his face expressionless once again.

Reaching under her shirt to the affected area, she felt for a moment and healed herself, the sound of bones cracking back into place echoing throughout the room. She rose again, steadying herself as she took up her stance once again, “I’m not done yet.” Nanami gritted.

His mask was now ripped from her previous blows she could see a large smile forming. “Now that’s the look I want to see. IF YOU WANT VICTORY, COME AND TAKE IT WITH YOUR FISTS!”

Nanami charged forward, landing some solid blows as using her ability to manipulate the arena to her advantage. Though she’d used her quirk on their surroundings, she’d yet to use it on her opponent directly. Deep down, she was still too afraid to use it in that way. The only “fight” she’d ever used it against someone was when Overhaul and her first met, but really it was just a means to escape. Even in the face of danger, she found herself more afraid of losing control like she had all those years ago. As she hesitated, Rappa landed another solid blow, this time to her shoulder, dislocating it. She managed to stifle a scream of pain, but she knew this was bad. Before she had time to heal, he was charging towards her once again. She had enough mobility to dodge some of his blows, but not all of them. She couldn’t heal herself quickly enough to keep up with his attacks. He landed another to her ribs, a fist to her back and a knee to her abdomen. Rappa was enjoying himself and she was becoming less and less sure that he remembered this was a duel to a surrender and not to the death.

Completely forgetting where she was in her panic, an immense sense of danger crashed over her, the adrenaline taking over giving her tunnel vision. Judging by how he wound up, the next blow could have certainly killed her. She braced for impact, no longer thinking strategy and then… nothing. All she felt was the gust of wind that came from his fist stopping near her face and his breath on the back of her hand. Focusing her vision, she realized she had her finger pointed, mere inches from his neck and Rappa was frozen in his place, careful not to even clear his throat. Nanami hadn’t realized it, but her eyes were almost black and her face that of a cornered animal. She would have obliterated him had he not stopped short, an experience he wasn’t quick to relive a sixth time.

A smile slowly crept back across his face and Nanami was snapped out of her trance by the sound of jovial laughter. “I surrender, doc. THAT WAS GREAT! The look on your face right now, it’s perfect! I’ll see ya Thursday for training.” He boomed before shaking her hand that was aimed to kill him mere seconds ago. “I gotta make my rounds, but I’m looking forward to working with ya, doc. You’re one tough broad!” He said as he continued laughing to himself, exiting the room.

This whole place is just a dozen different flavors of crazy… I almost killed him, Nanami thought to herself, happy to have passed his trial, but terrified at the possibility of repeating “the incident”. Losing control scared her more than anything, but deep down she knew in order to master her quirk, she would have to take the risk and use it first. One step at a time, Nanami reassured herself, quelling the effects of the traumatic memories.  In reality, she knew whatever training he could give her would far surpass any of the self-defense classes she was going to settle for before. She wasn’t just going to be confident; she was going to be prepared. Just as she was riding the waves of her victory, the adrenaline began to wear off and the pain came washed over her like a tsunami. It left her breathless for a moment and all she wanted was to cry out but couldn’t as she felt one of her ribs pushing into her lung. Now laying on her back, she focused on moving the arm that wasn’t dislocated to her side, repairing her ribs and internal organs.

As she sat up to kneel on the floor and heal her shoulder, she heard footsteps coming towards her. “You’re going to have to get quicker at recovering if you plan on standing a chance the next time.” He said, looking down at her exhausted form still seated on the floor.

“I know.” Nanami sighed, reflecting on her sluggish reflexes with a bit of disappointment.

He stood in place, examining her for a beat. Suddenly something white entered her line of sight. Lifting her gaze, she saw his gloved hand extended to help her up, though his face was turned away. Quickly brushing off her surprise at his gesture, she patted her palms on her sides, before clasping his hand. He lifted her up with ease, and had she not already tempted death once today, she would have jokingly asked for a piggyback ride. Now standing close, their hands remained clasped between them longer than she expected. Craning her neck to make eye contact, she could tell he was thinking, his gaze unwavering with an emotion she couldn’t name. Just as she was about to get lost in those golden eyes, he spoke “You smell terrible.”

Ah. The ~emotion~ was in fact just stank face. Should’ve known he’d say something like that... She thought as her face dropped into one of exasperation.

“That, my very rude friend, is the smell of victory, so take a big whiff.” She retorted, moving past him, flipping her hair as she sashayed over to her bag to collect her things.

“Still wreaks… however, your performance was impressive, for an amateur.” The last part added as though it would break the very laws of nature itself to award a compliment without a catch. “See you tomorrow.” He remarked, leaving the room.

Her back was still turned as she zipped her bag, trying her best to hide the small smile that rested on her now proud face. “See you tomorrow.”

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[chaoticdean]

I know when you go down you darkest roads

I know when you go down all your darkest roads

Chapter 4 — Personal pillow — Dean POV

Dean and Castiel go undercover as a couple going through couple therapy, in order to catch a monster that specifically targets couples dealing with issues, feeding on their distress, anger, and pain.

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I'm posting earlier than I'm supposed to, mainly because I'm going back to work on Monday and I'm not sure I'm actually gonna be able to update during the day. From here on, chapters will be dropping around Sundays/Mondays depending on my work schedule :)

Next chapter is going to be a bit different since I'm gonna dive into the "Cas side of it all", and I'm really excited for you guys to dive into it!

Also, if you liked the little texts I experimented with during this chapter, just know that they'll be back :)

Okay, MOVING ON. Have a great read, y'all!

— I know the SPNStayAtHome Challenge is over, but thanks to @bend-me-shape-me ; @helianthus21 & @pray4jensen for hosting and getting this story into motion! —

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Dean’s mind is overwhelmed by approximately a hundred a twenty-five different things — the most prominent being if I had just stayed back there with Cas instead of running to drink my fears away, Stan and Sally would still be here, how surprising that someone has to die for your mistakes again, Winchester — when Mrs. Pritchard catches his arm.

“Dean, I think you should go back to your room and break the news to your husband. I’m almost sure he’s the last person who talked to Stan and Sally, so I’m guessing the cops will come for you both at some point” she says, wiping her face with a tissue.

Dean nods in agreement, suddenly realizing that Castiel isn’t there amongst the group of people standing around in the hallway. Which means he doesn’t know yet.

Great. As if this night could get any worse at this point.

“Okay. Let me get you back to your office first, you look like you’re about to pass out” he says, extending his arms, guiding her out through the hallway.

It takes them a couple of minutes to get there and once Dean is certain the therapist isn’t going to faint, he leaves and makes his way to his bedroom while avoiding the rest of the residents — everyone seems to be out there, except for Cas.

He pushes the bedroom door open, suddenly fearing that Castiel might have left (after all, he wouldn’t blame him at this point), but the angel is right there lying in bed, reading god knows what book he’s managed to get his hands on. And he’s wearing those damn navy pants with Dean’s shirt just like the night before. It’s like a punch in the guts every time Dean just looks at him.

The hunter sighs loudly, somewhat relieved to find him here. The angel cocks an eyebrow at him, tilting his head on the side like he always does.

“You okay?” He asks as Dean drops on the bed, face meeting the pillows in seconds, “I thought you might have left” he adds, and the way his voice breaks at the end make Dean feel even worse.

“I’d never leave you, Cas” he says, raising his face up to watch the angel, “I thought we were passed that?”

“I don’t know, you seemed so angry at me.”

Dean raises on his elbow, watching as Cas lowers his book — “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller, the hunter reads on the cover — his eyes locking-in with the angel’s.

“I wasn’t angry at you, Cas. I was angry at me.”

“Why?” He tilts his head again, and Dean’s heart sink.

“I…” he starts, wondering how he could translate everything into words, then deciding not to, “It doesn’t matter. Something happened, Cas. Stan and Sally…”

Dean doesn’t finish his sentence, letting the rest of it hang in the air until Castiel’s face gets paler as he understands.

“Oh, no… What happened? When?” He asks, tossing his book to the bedside table.

“I don’t know, I was outside talking with Mrs. Pritchard in front of the building and we saw the cops and an ambulance come in so we rushed back inside, and… It was bad, Cas.”

“Did you gather any intel? I thought the Algea only went after couples who had troubles, but Stan and Sally seemed to be the only couple who didn’t have any major problems if you put all their bickering aside.”

“Yeah, and they were killed having.. well, uh. Kinky sex. Which doesn’t fit the M.O. Not the kinky part, just the sex part.”

Cas tilts his head again, this time with a wondering look on his face.

“Kinky?” He asks, looking at Dean without blinking an eye.

Dean can barely contain a massive eye-roll, making Cas’s frown grow even bigger.

“Kinky as in ‘naughty’. Weird, deviant if you will” Dean finally explains.

“How does one have deviant sex?” Cas seriously wonders, and it takes everything in Dean not to burst out laughing. “Maybe we should call Sam in.”

“What, to ask him what he knows about kinky sex?”

This time, Cas rolls his eyes so hard Dean’s slightly afraid the whole world is going to shake, and he can’t suppress his loud laughter at the sight. Castiel returns his wide grin and Dean instantly feels lighter.

He still won’t want you, not today, and not in a million years, Winchester.

“You’re an idiot. I meant we should call him in, tell him what happened and see if there’s anything in the lore about creatures who go after both struggling couples and happy couples having deviant sex” he adds, watching as Dean buries his head back in the pillow with a loud groan.

“I don’t want to call him in, he’s out with Eileen somewhere on the West Coast and quite frankly, he deserves a break.”

“Well quite frankly, so did we. Yet here we are.”

“Aww, Cas. I thought this was our vacation?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“You’ve said that already.”

“I can say it once more if you want me to.”

“You’re too fucking playful at this time of night, dude.”

“No, I’m not, I'm being realistic.”

Dean smiles into the soft tissue of the bedcover, realizing they got back to their easy banter as if nothing happened. He finally rolls on his side, locking eyes with his partner.

“Do you want to hit the lore?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’d rather go to bed. We don’t have anything before therapy tomorrow at 11, that leaves us enough time to research before” he finishes before yawning hard.

“Okay Rip Van Winkle, let’s get you to bed, alright?” Dean says, getting up on his two feet and grabbing his nightclothes — his old Zeppelin ’73 tour that he’s owned for at least 3 decades, and a pair of black sweatpants matching Cas’s.

“Technically, I’m already in bed…” Cas adds

Dean is very pleased to realize Cas is still watching him while he strips from his day to nightclothes in front of him, completely unbothered. He’s about to ask if he likes what he sees — damn it’s hot seeing Castiel looking at every inch of his skin like this — when the voice in his head slams his thoughts away with a distinctive “you’ll fuck him up too, so just back away and don’t”.

“Okay, FYI, if we’re sleeping together every night until we get through this case, I’m using you as my personal pillow,” Dean says with a sigh as he drops on the bed, “D’you mind?”

He slips under the covers, almost praying for Cas to say something along the lines of “Yes, please fucking use me”, or more realistically something resembling a simple “yes”. But suddenly Castiel is right there inside his personal space, his scent everywhere around Dean as he pushes him back into the mattress and presses his whole body against him.

“I don’t mind, but I’d rather have you as my personal pillow than the other way around,” he says, dropping his head in the crook of the hunter’s neck just like the night before, “do you mind?”

Ah, that playful tone again. Dean could almost sigh in content at the feeling of deep satisfaction the whole thing gives him.

“I don’t mind, babe,” he says, brushing a light kiss on Castiel’s forehead as his arm gently closes around his waist, bringing him even closer.

He told you not to call him babe, why are you even trying?

Castiel pulls even closer, his nose brushing against Dean’s skin on his throat while the hunter extends an arm, turning off the lights.

“You know, at some point, we’re gonna have to talk about the fact that you’re sleeping a lot more lately, or how you need coffee in the morning and meals more often” Dean adds, his arm coming back around the angel’s waist, settling in against his back.

Most of the time, Dean tries not to dwell on it too much. Whenever Castiel would be ready to assess this, he’ll be here waiting. But it was becoming an almost daily situation, with Cas falling asleep almost every night for a couple of weeks now, and the coffee situation started almost 2 months ago.

“Sure. Whenever you’re ready to talk about why you were so angry at yourself you chose to literally run away from me and this room instead of talking to me, we can talk about it” the Angel mutters against Dean’s neck, the warmth of his breath giving Dean goosebumps.

“Yeah, okay” he sighs, rolling his eyes in the darkness of the room, “you’ve made your point.”

I’ve been in love with you for more than a decade and I don’t think I can survive the look on your face when you ultimately reject me.

Kissing you, calling you “babe” and being your husband all day gives me a sense of happiness, but happiness is always a lie, it gets people killed.

I’m terrified of what I feel, and I’m terrified of losing you if you ever find out how I feel. That’s why I always run when it gets too complicated to keep it inside.

Because it doesn’t matter how it hurts to keep this to myself if I get to spend a few more moments by your side. That’s why I run. That’s why I keep running away from you.

But of course, this all stays inside.

“I’m serious, Dean. This is exactly what we talked about in therapy today —“

“Cas, it’s an undercover case, it’s not like we’re really going through therapy” Dean interrupts him, and immediately feels Castiel tense up against him.

“So what? Our issues are real, even if we’re not the lovely Cartellones. You’re always doing that” he almost growls, obviously fed up by Dean’s assessment.

“What?”

“Whenever you’re angry at something you always decide that it’s best to move away from the people who love you and brood in a corner by yourself without telling anyone what’s really bothering you. It’s infuriating, Dean.”

“It’s just the way I am.”

“Well, like I already said, just because you’re that way doesn’t mean you can’t change.”

“This is just my way of coping, Cas. I don’t know how to do that without storming away from everything.”

“Well, it hurts the people around you when you do it. It hurts Sam. It hurts Jack. And it hurts me, most of the time, even if I do understand why you do it.”

Dean’s heart crushes at the single thought of hurting Cas. He’s not oblivious to the fact that he hurt him before, and he still hates himself for it. But having Castiel lying tightly against him, his low voice resonating inside his throat where his lips are almost pressed up, saying to his face that he keeps on hurting him… That’s another level.

“I’m sorry. I never mean to hurt you” he says, his eyes closing on impact.

“I know you don’t. So change. Talk to me. To Sam. To Jack. Hell, to anyone. Stop pushing people away.”

“It’s easier said than done, Cas.”

“Just give it a try. For me.”

Dean swallows hard at the thought of actually telling Castiel why he ran away earlier, when the angel’s hand finds its way under Dean’s shirt and he starts stroking the skin of his back almost absently. If he wasn’t so self-conscious right now, the hunter is almost sure his starved-touch self would moan disgracefully at the single touch of Cas’s fingertips along his skin.

The hunter sighs in content instead, Castiel’s head finding its rightful place and settling in the warmth of his neck. There’s newfound confidence and some drops of bravery left in Dean when he actually stretches his left arm out and cards his fingers gently inside Castiel’s hair.

When he groans in content, Dean could swear the shiver that goes through his entire body could light up Antarctica.

“We should do that more often,” Cas says, his voice drowsy like he’s minutes away from drifting off into sleep.

“What? Talking?”

“Cuddling. Sleeping together. Kissing.”

Wait.. what?

“You’d wanna do that… more often?” He asks warily, not wanting to jump to conclusion too fast here and get his heart smashed into pieces, “With me?”

“Who wouldn’t want that?”

“Hold on, let me pull up a quick list for you here: hum, everyone? I’m a lost cause, Cas. I’m not worth it.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, babe,” he says, placing a soft kiss on Dean’s jawline, his lips brushing against the light stubble of his cheek, “you deserve everything. All of it.”

Suddenly it’s like Dean can’t breathe anymore. It takes him almost a minute to recover, and by then the angel’s slow breathing indicates that he’s already fallen asleep, despite Dean’s heart thundering like crazy right there where he’s lying against him.

Dean’s hand is still inside Castiel’s hair, and he keeps on softly stroking it as he watches him sleep, the dull light of the moon illuminating the angel’s features in the dark.

It’s actually insane how beautiful he looks. The way the white soft light caresses the line of his jaw, the stubble that grew on his cheek looking even more magnificent by the minute.

“I love you” he murmurs into the dark, well aware of all the implications these three little words bring, and taking advantage of Cas being asleep to say them before drifting into sleep moments later, “I love you so much, for so long already. I just wish I wasn’t this person, that way I wouldn’t fuck you up. I can’t risk that. I can’t risk losing you.”

His arms tighten around the angel, and he drops a soft kiss against Cas’s hair. The last thing he remembers before giving up to sleep is thinking he could have so much more if he only stopped hating himself so much.

**

When Dean awakes the next morning, the sun is filling the room and the first thing he feels is cold.

He extends an arm already searching for Castiel but only meets cold sheets and an empty bed. He opens his eyes, groaning as the light attacks his iris, quickly assessing that the room is empty except for him.

There’s a pit in his stomach as he sits up and reaches for his phone, and he kinds of hate himself at the bitterness he can already feel inside his throat.

What if he left? What if he doesn’t remember what he said last night? What if he doesn’t want to talk about it because he figured out how fucked up it would be?

The screen lights up and tells him it’s 8 am already. There’s a text from Sam asking if they’re okay and how the case is going, a couple from Jack rambling about the superhero hole he dived into while they’re away, but nothing from Cas. Dean quickly texts him, hoping to have an answer that suppresses this uncomfortable feeling inside of him. And sure enough, his phone beeps half a minute later.

Dean sighs in relief, dropping back on the mattress. He lingers for a moment, his face pressed up against the pillows. Cas’s scent is everywhere, and no matter how hard he tells himself he’s such a cliché about this, it really does wonder on his mood.

Cas said he liked kissing him.

Cas said they should do it more often.

He’s still not sure he really believes it, but it still makes him giddy inside.

You’re not a schoolgirl, Winchester. That was probably just your head talking to yourself. No way Castiel could want that with you.

When Castiel finally appears 20 minutes later with a box of donuts in one hand and two cups of coffee in the other, sporting a brand new light blue shirt — I swear to God I will kill you for making me endure this, Sammy — Dean is buttoning his own very new emerald shirt while whistling to Led Zeppelin.

“You’re in a good mood,” Castiel says, putting down the box and one cup of coffee for Dean to drink on his bedside table.

“Do I detect a surprised tone in your voice?” Dean answers playfully, opening the donuts box like it’s going to disappear.

“Well, you’re usually pretty grumpy until you’ve gotten your first coffee.”

Dean rolls his eyes at him, shoving half a donut inside his mouth. Castiel is still watching him, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Dean can’t help but notice how good that new shade of blue suits him, and he mentally smacks himself for it.

“So, did you find out anything useful?”

“Sort of. I still think we’re hunting an Algea, but I found out that they like to kill couples while they’re having sex. Something about the taste being sweeter, according to the books I’ve found.”

“Fucking great” Dean mutters, finishing his coffee, “So they just kill them while they’re getting some sweet time just because they taste better if they do? Silver still kills it though, nothing wrong in your book about that?”

Cas nods, watching as Dean comes closer. He reaches for his collar with a smile, unbuttoning the shirt further down a little. The angel looks at him with a frown on his face.

“What’s wrong with my shirt?”

“Nothing, I just think you look better when it’s unbuttoned a bit more, just like that.”

Pleased with his work, Dean uses the last drops of bravery he has left and reaches for Cas’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the angel’s cheekbone with a light touch.

And immediately senses Castiel tense up, as he crosses his arms across his chest while averting Dean’s gaze.

Well, if Dean had been looking for any kind of answer, he’d guess that would be it.

What the fuck did you expect, Winchester? I’ve been telling you for two days, and over a decade: he doesn’t want you. Isn’t that enough for you to finally believe me?

He removes his hand as quickly as if he’d been burned, and immediately back off, dropping on the edge of the bed to supposedly puts his boots on — it’s a very practical position to avoid looking at Cas and right now, looking at Cas to see the colors of rejection and disgust painted on his face is pretty much the last thing he wants to do.

“I’ll just… Meet me in the common room when you’re ready, alright?”

Castiel’s voice dropped a tone, like it does when he’s uncomfortable or doubtful. When Dean raises his head to watch him leave, he gets a glimpse at the sadness in the angel’s eyes right before the bedroom door slams shut and he’s left alone.

The emptiness he feels growing inside himself is perhaps even worse than the rising pain.

#jus writes #jus writes: i know when you go down all your darkest roads #I'm sorry? I guess? #USE :) YOUR :) GODDAMN :) WORDS :) YOU :) BLOODY :) IDIOTS #Destiel #destiel fic #deancas #deancas fic #writer of destiel #spncreatorsdaily #Castiel/Dean Winchester #undercover destiel #undercover as married #idiots in love #friends to lovers #sharing a bed #angst with a happy ending #angst and feels #fluff and angst #ao3 #Hurt/Comfort #oblivious!dean

[rynhaswritersblock]

hallway bookworm (hc) | p.p.

a/n: hi my name's ryn and i'm in love with writing headcanons... they let me show my two personalities: deep-loving-philosophical-bubbly + memebot-rat-tiktoker-minecraftGOD which i ADORE

summary: girls reading and crying while walking in the hallway sure do seem to have an effect on peter parker.

warnings: some cussing (as per usual), uhhhhh fluff?? yeah????? oh yeah and terrible writing i couldn't deliver as well as i wanted i'm sorry

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- AIGHT FOLKS so listen

- you're in the middle of a really good book, right?

- like, really good

- btw pretend this is your favorite book

- so you're like right in the middle of a SUPER important scene and guess what

- the GODDAMN BELL DECIDED TO RING

- TIME TO GO TO CLASS

- BUT ARE YOU GOING TO STOP READING?

- ?????

- ???????????????

- HELL NO!

- so you're like... autopiloting your way to class, nose stuffed in book, tears streaming down your face bc you're at a serious part

- and that's when peter parker sees you for the first time

- NOW

- we all know that peter is a complete disaster

- especially when it comes to pretty girls in the hallway who also appear to be nerds according to the fact that they're literally reading and crying while walking to class in the middle of a highschool hallway during passing

- so naturally

- this mans stops walking

- let's be honest: who expected peter effin parker to be able to function after seeing what he saw??

- who?????

- "peter-"

- unresponsive.

- "peter, move your flat ass," ned mutters, shoving him from behind as peter watches you walk in the opposite direction to your class

- he finally regains himself (jeez)

- poor guy's heart is racing and chocolate eyes are wide in bewilderment as he stumbles alongside ned to physics

- "why do you look like you just did drugs for the first time, dude"

- "i just saw a girl"

- "of course you did"

- "no, nED" peter says, looking over at his best friend, a smirk on ned's lips.

- "she was like, reading a book, tears streaming down her face. and she was still walking without even watching where she was going! and she was like, beautiful, too, ned-"

- "jesus, peter! calm down. but yeah, i saw her. that was y/n." ned states, way too calm for peter's chaos

- this man stops in his tracks

- "you know her?!"

- "yeah, like everybody does. she's not one of those people, but like, she's really nice and funny and she's captain of the debate team." (a/n: if one of y'all DARES to say something like "couldn't be me" or "bitch i wish".... first of all this is fanFICTION so we're all pretending to be a better version of ourselves WOOT WOOT and second you can be anything you put your mind to my dudes!!!!!!)

- peter sighs as they walk into class, mind stuck on your name, not paying attention to the lesson at all

- ...WHEW

- so that was very in-depth

- in case you couldn't tell

- NOW HERE'S A SUPER ROCKING FUN TIME (babysitting service iykyk) LIST OR WHATEVER OF THE REST OF THE STORY YAYYYYYYYYYYY

- peter became dedicated to finding out your classes and where you'd be at certain times just so he could see you for at least a second

- like

- homeboy was WHIPPED

- and to his luck

- !!!!!!

- one day after a particularly long day of school, our boy headed into delmar's to get his sammich (i giggled while writing sammich fyi) before he went on patrol

- and GUESS WHO WAS SITTING AT ONE OF THE TABLES, LEGS CURLED TO YOUR CHEST, BOOK IN ONE HAND AND SANDWICH (sammich) IN THE OTHER?????

- YOU!!

- the boy froze in his spot, the door almost crushing him as it flew back in the doorway before he finally snapped out of his trance

- his gaze didn't leave you as he walked up to the counter, mr. delmar clearing his throat after a few seconds to get pete's attention

- "oh! sorry,"

- "it's fine, kid. i see you're particularly interested in that young lady-"

- "UM i'll have a number five with pickles and smush it down real flat, please, thanks" the words tumbled out of peter's mouth, cutting mr. delmar right off

- the man's laugh rumbled as he nodded his head

- pete hesitated before leaning over the counter

- "you wouldn't, uh, you wouldn't know anything about her, would you?"

- a knowing grin tugged at mr. delmar's lips

- "y/n. she comes here at least twice a week, orders the number eight with a coca-cola every time, and always reads a book while eating."

- a slight, crooked grin grew on peter's face as he comprehended everything

- "good to know, thank you, mr.-"

- "go and sit with her."

- HAHA

- FUNNY

- POOR PETER'S FACE JUST

- HIS EYES GOT WIDE AND CHEEKS BLOOMED BRIGHT RED

- HAHAHA

- "you want me to.. what now?"

- " go sit with her. she won't bite." with that, mr. delmar handed the kid his sandwich and a pack of gummy worms, nudging his head in the direction of you

- peter nervously took the items, clearing his throat and mustering up all the confidence he had (which honestly wasn't much, especially since he wasn't in the spider-suit)

- and he walked over to you and plopped down right across from you

- you jumped (scaredy-cat), eyes leaving the page and meeting peter's, a look of surprise instantly etching your face that made peter regret every decision he'd ever made

- you relaxed slightly when you recognized the face in front of you, setting your book down (still keeping it open though)

- "oh, hi, peter,"

- HI WHO??????

- ME??????????????????

- THIS BOY COULD NOT COMPREHEND THE NAME THAT JUST LEFT YOUR LIPS

- "you know my name?" peter stuttered out incredulously

- "of course i do, you're on the decathlon team. plus i'm friends with ned and sometimes he just can't shut up about you."

- homeboy silently scolded himself for not even knowing who you were until like a week ago

- "oh," he laughed nervously, "cool,"

- ako-taco moment of silence

- "i'm y/n," you blurt, "by the way,"

- "i know," peter nervously laughs

- by SOME force of nature

- the two of you strike up a conversation!! YAY PETER

- you talk about the book you're reading and decathlon and debate and school and life and stuff

- and honestly peter just about forgets he has to go on duty

- until he hears sirens in the background, eyes widening

- "UHM, uh, i just remembered my aunt needs me home-"

- this kid rambles on a bit too much

- you laugh and wave him away

- "go do your thing. it was great talking to you, peter"

- poor petey was going to FAINT if you said his name like that again

- and so

- THE RELATIONSHIP HAS BEGUN! (reread that in korg's voice it makes it even better)

- peter would often hang around delmar's longer just in case you'd be there

- he deadass made spider-man a second priority to you (although he didn't admit it)

- he's WHIPPED

- alrighty guys real talk i'm in love with this whole concept itself but i don't know how to deliver it right so i'm just gonna give a brief rundown of the rest of the story and let you guys' imaginations do the rest

- you two keep running into each other at delmars

- eventually it leads to you two hanging out at peter's apartment (HOMEBOY WAS HIGHKEY FREAKING OUT LETS JUST SAY)

- (HAVING A PRETTY GORL IN HIS ROOM MADE HIS HEART BEAT LIKE HOW IT DOES ON THE LAST ROUND OF MARIO KART IYKYK)

- and you two become gr8 friends!!!!!!

- UNTIL

- PETER WORKS UP THE BALLS TO ASK YOU OUT YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

- and you live happily ever after woot woot

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the writing in this sucked

it's a really cute concept i am just unable to deliver

oh well lmao

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

[finsterhund]

I'm getting an actual psychiatrist in October.

I want to feel good about that but after these past few visits I'm feeling very anxious and distrustful of medical professionals.

I know I shouldn't, because out of the many other people like the general doctor and the bloodwork people I've seen lately, I've only had negative experiences with one person, but I just don't like how my barriers are being pushed. I don't like personal attacks on harmless quirks of my identity being demeaned as things that must be stopped because they're not normal. I don't like having to face the stuff from my childhood I've spent so much time burying.

But I want help. I want treatment and care. I'm just not ready to handle my past yet. I wanted to wait until I was bigger and healthier and stronger. Until after I had my dog and I was able to do things by myself and my body was as normal as it could be.

I mean, being told that the fears in my head aren't real and that I should simply ignore them doesn't help me as much as you think it does. I already know that.

I'm scared that the new psychiatrist isn't going to be as compassionate as my pediatric psychiatrist was. That I'm not going to feel comfortable or safe there. I've had this fear since I stopped seeing her.

My pediatric psychiatrist had no issue with my bringing stuffed animals to my appointments for moral support.

I'll never understand why people will want to kill parts of me that are harmless but make me feel better. Yeah, things like the Andy hat are magic feathers, but they help. Or rather they make me feel like I'm helped. Harmless but unusual things being part of how I express myself and feel comfortable aren't bad. My friend recently showed me an interview with a guy who has very similar issues I do, talking about his life. (He also is diagnosed with the personality disorder I apparently have symptoms of and actually hearing someone who has it describe how it affects his life makes me relate and think "maybe there is a point" far more than how it was brought up to me.) And, what do you know, he has sensory stuffed animals he keeps with him. He has stim toys that help him stay grounded. He describes trauma in a very similar way it feels to me. The interviewer also spoke to him in a considerate and respectful way.

Like, yeah. A grown man having a stuffed dog isn't "normal." But who the hell cares? I've worked so hard to keep myself out of addictive substances I should be allowed to not adhere to the quite frankly toxic social "rules" that guys are expected to follow.

Nevermind the fact that I'm never going to be mentally at the same level as people with my age. I'm not just regressed due to trauma, it's also about how I was raised and how I've always been factoring into it too.

I'd also like to point out: I don't HAVE TO bring the dogs with me everywhere. It just helps me feel more comfortable. I don't do it all the time, I've only recently felt more confident in public (an improvement I think should actually be encouraged) to do it, and yeah. It's mostly reserved for painful experiences like these visits. I started doing it because of the confidence I have at cons with Whisky in cosplay.

But yeah. My improvements were dismissed. I (admittedly) bragged about how I was able to pull things out of a hot oven without burning myself and about how I could take out the trash and get the mail all by myself but the minute she found out exactly how far away it was from the front door she said "so not very far" and dismissed it away like it was fucking nothing.

At a convention I saw a guy running a table selling his books who had a custom made stuffed cat based on his cat who passed away that he brought with him places. I'd rather have a million men like that in the world than men who had their empathy beaten out of them. I dont see him as less of a man, or as needing to be "cured" from the stuffed cat he takes comfort in.

And I mean, if you want me to be more masculine one of my biggest hobbies/interests is personal electronics repair, and I'm also very much interested in industrial machinery and their internal components. I still know how to service a small engine, have a lot of firsthand experience repairing circuits and small solder jobs, and if not for extremely limited social skills and cognitive levels I'd be perfectly suited for training in several historically male-dominated trades. It's not like I don't have my fair share of traditionally masculine hobbies and interests.

But no. Stuffed animals are a big problem and blah blah blah. Me being timid and fearful in social interactions and shrinking down and raising the pitch of my voice is also a no no. Hmmmm it's almost as if that's a very obvious symptom of something and I can't control it. How dare I.

Yes, I am very much aware that a lot of the things I do that are typically unmasculine are the ones people have issues with. If I wasn't honest and admitted my stuffed dog was a comfort item and if it was an IBM Thinkpad instead I probably wouldn't have been insulted for it. (Fyi retro computers are another one of my interests and my refurbished Dell laptop that weighed a thousand pounds was my inseperable comfort item throughout high school so I'm only being semi-not serious with that)

So you know, it could go either way. But logic dictates that all the other medical professionals being nice and responding positively to my dogs means it's more likely the psychiatrist will as well.

Fingers crossed y'all.

#text post #negative #long post #brain garbage #that is the tag I'll use now I guess

[golden-witch]

Kyrie Ushiromiya character analysis.

I finally got around to writing about Kyrie-- specifically speaking, I got around to writing about Kyrie and Ange, their relationship, and what I make of the massacre scene. 

I’m going to be posting all of this under a read more.

Firstly, someone wrote a general analysis of Kyrie’s personality which I found to be helpful when talking about her character. You can find it here. 

EDIT: the OP of the analysis is user akatokuro.

Unfortunately, I don’t know who the author is at this time, and I would be grateful if someone could identify who should get credit. 

TLDR

I believe strongly that Kyrie loved Ange, but she was unsure of where that emotion and attachment came from. Rudolf's death was a destabilizing event which threw her identity entirely into question during a situation of extreme distress (murders be stressful y'all). Survival techniques she picked up living in an hostile environment kicked in and letting go of Ange was a pragmatic decision. What she said to Eva was how she truly felt (in that moment), but during her time as Ange's mother, she didn’t feel that way. She probably exacerbated some of her claims about motherhood to mess with Eva and to vent her rage about the whole shitty situation she walked into with Rudolf.

Kyrie’s age (yes, it’s important)

Kyrie’s age has never been revealed, but I can throw out a few approximate numbers. This is all speculation... 

Personally, I think she’s about 40 - 46.

Which would have made her about 21 - 27 when she became pregnant with Battler. 

I’ve been using Ange’s conception as a way to measure Kyrie’s age. It’s medically unlikely Kyrie had Ange in her 40′s (although it is possible), and I think that’s an important point of consideration. There is also a (confusing) line where Kyrie mentions being with Rudolf for 6 years*** before becoming pregnant with Battler. This would suggest she is at the very least 44. That has some serious implications-- ask yourself, would Rudolf really involve himself with someone who is barely an adult?

Yeah. He would.

Bottom line is, Kyrie has been with Rudolf for an alarmingly large portion of her life.

*** I’ve asked several people about this, and it’s not clear what she’s referring to. That’s just one interpretation worth mentioning.

Ange & Kyrie (feat. Rudolf)

As far as Ange and Kyrie's relationship goes, I think Rudolf is the biggest obstacle for them to have a mother/daughter bond. Kyrie’s life revolves around Rudolf so no decision she makes can be independent of Rudolf's influences. I think this made facets of her life deeply impersonal. I imagine she often questioned if her decision to have Ange was motivated just because of Rudolf or actually something she wanted for herself. Kyrie spent half of her life dedicated to one man, and the other half was occupied by surviving a hostile childhood.  

I don't think Kyrie has an identity outside of “Rudolf's woman”. We don't know of other motives for her actions that haven't been for upward mobility (more money, more power, etc.) or for Rudolf's sake. When Rudolf died she had nothing left besides that drive to keep clawing her way to new heights. Objectively, having a kid isn't a great decision for your career, so it's already going against an integral part of Kyrie to be a mother. Because she associated Ange with Rudolf so strongly and because she was never certain if the role of mother was authentic, whatever spot in her heart Ange occupied evaporated when Rudolf died. She didn’t know where Ange belonged in her new life, so she cast her daughter off. We have no idea where Ange would have gone if Kyrie got the gold and escaped. Personally, I believe she would have abandoned Ange and deeply regret it for the rest of her life. We know Kyrie loved Ange because of the Golden Land chapters.

As for the cruel words she threw at Ange, I don't understand why that can't be chalked up to grandstanding. Kyrie seems to grow increasingly gleeful when she horrifies Eva with her terrible assertions about motherhood. I think the VA does a good job at conveying that she's teasing Eva and baiting her for a reaction. In my opinion, the things she said about Ange could be theoretically written in red because at that specific moment in time, Kyrie didn't care about Ange. She wasn't lying about her feelings. That being said, she was in a very specific head space at the time--- she was fully dedicated to committing a mass murder, so there couldn’t be room for anything else.

Kyrie’s Background

As if this post wasn’t giant enough…

It’s well established that Kyrie’s background was rough. We can see glimpses of how difficult her childhood was through Kasumi, who also possess that signature, empty smile. She most likely came from a home which didn’t value emotional expression. I also assume she is projecting when speaking about children as “chains” since Kyrie was raised to be a chain to the man her family wanted her to marry. Judging from the way she claims George is Eva’s chain, I don’t think Kyrie sees this mentality as morally wrong. Actually, I think it speaks to her clinical nature-- she’s out of touch with her emotions and uses logic to rationalize why she should care about Ange: Ange has a greater purpose, therefore she is worth effort.

You sort of have to think about this from a perspective of someone who has no understanding of what healthy relationships are like, who wasn’t loved as a child, who attached themself to the first man who said “I love you”. People conceptualize love differently… Kyrie’s just happens to be more Machiavellian.

My Humble Opinion

Honestly? I don't know if Kyrie gave a damn about any of the Ushiromiya’s, but I know she cared deeply about her daughter. The only person she was apologetic to in the Golden Land was Ange, and the only person she thanked in the Golden Land was Eva because she raised Ange. I don't believe in natural maternal bonds (it doesn't exist, fyi, my mom hated me), but I think Kyrie treasured her time spent with Ange because at the end of the day, her daughter was the only person who was dedicated to loving her.

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[nct u] how they would pillowtalk

thank you so much for requesting! i really like the concept of this request. i find myself Quite the romantic and that it was a nice change in scenery since i've never wrote something like this before. i hope you have a great day 💕

fyi this is minus mark bc hes a Child and is this smut?? idk probably not bc its just a bunch of Kissing and touching with no description,,.. WHATEVER ITS FINE

taeil would be so shy, it would be super cute. there would be lil giggles in your ear, and soft finger tips trailing along your arms and neck. he'd constantly press little kisses across your collarbone and would love to see the little blush climb up your ears. he would love to just have you next to him with his arms draped over your waist, especially if it was a time where you both were tired and just needed to rest. there are moments where he would want to be more intimate and just talk, that's for nights where he needs advice or is just feeling down. he'd rest his head in the crook of your neck, and lace your fingers together, resting them on your stomach; sometimes planting light kisses against your neck when he wanted you to know he was here for you.

taeyong would be extra intimate. although, in front of people it would be cute little pecks on your cheek, and your hands laced together; it would be completely different in private. he would n o t keep his hands to himself. he would constantly trace little spirals and shapes into your side with one hand, while the other would be going up and down the outline of your body. he'd love to cling to your body: him on his side, you on your back. making you flustered would be his number one priority, although the talks you guys would have afterwards would be his favorite part. he'd love finally opening up to you about his worries of not being good enough for the members, how he doesn't know if he can last long in the business. he'd just want you to listen, the sound of your stable breathe relaxing him from the worries slipping off his tongue.

ten would be so fucking cute, don't even @ me. he would stroke your cheek and just stare into your eyes. his hand would rest under your jawline and would just press little kisses on the tip of your nose, trailing down your neck and to your collarbone; eventually, he would laugh at the intimacy. he'd want to hold you tightly in his arms, basically hugging you with his head buried in the crook of your neck. he'd rub your back, trying his best to comfort you while the conversations you guys would share would turn into more serious discussions. he'd place kisses on your cheek when you struggled to get something out, signalling that no matter what it was, he was there for you. he'd be super supportive, focusing more on your problems rather than burdening you with his. though, there would be the time where he would share his worries and would just hug you while mumbling into your shoulder.

doyoung would be such a chatty cathy. he would talk about how much he loves you and how he never wants to leave your side some days. y'all would probably spoon, and then he would rest his head on your shoulder, his breathing in your ear. his warm breath mixed with the words he would mumble out about how much he couldn't live without you would drive you c r a z y. eventually, you'd be like "fuck it" and flip over, pressing your lips to his. he'd smile at your frustration and would kiss back, but would pull away soon after. although he loves you to death, the feeling of desperation he gives you would make him so smug and cocky. he'd laugh at your pouty expression and press his forehead to yours. soon, words of admiration yet again leave his mouth. his words would them develop from words of praise to his insecurities. how he may not be good enough. how he isn't confident in himself. you'd shut him the hELL up by telling him how perfect he is and how much love he deserves. i got super soft i'm so sorry

jaehyun would be such a Tease. he'd poke at your side one minute, and then the next he would be nibbling at the fleshy part of your ear. he would trail his hands along your jawline and move down to your shoulder to pull you in softly, JUST TO TEASE YOU BY KISSING THE SIDE OF YOUR MOUTH. he'd run his hands through your hair a lot, liking the feeling of softness and how his hands would glide through your locks. i feel like he would also kiss your forehead a lot?? idk why but this one is all over the place bc its jaehyun and jaehyun is j a e h y u n. but once y'all got into a conversation, all that he would do is listen to you. he wouldn't interrupt you, or doubt your feelings about something. he would listen, place his imput if you wanted it and would love to comfort you afterwards. may it be, kissing softly along your facial features and neck, or even holding your hand super tight. no matter the display of affection, he would want you to see that he cared and would listen to all your worries with no problem.

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THE DISASTER ARTIST: The Entertainingly Sad Yet Inspiring Story of Not Making It in Hollywood...

THE DISASTER ARTIST is definitely one of the nicest surprise of the year by being possibly one of the most hilarious movie of 2017 while, at the same time, being a troubling and shockingly sad story inspired by true event (or almost relating the real event 99.9% accurately!) AND real people!

It is also quite surprising as movie pundit, culture/pop-culture expert, cinephile,  and "people who get to know about the whole story!"  can witness the parallel between the movie, the movie is based on (THE ROOM), from being labeled "the worse movie ever made" to becoming a cult classic; and THE DISASTER ARTIST from being seen at "yet another James Franco & Co. weird-niche comedy" to be considered a serious award-contender. And to add another layer to the "bizare-ness galore" while Tommy Wiseau (the original actor and director of THE ROOM) never managed to get the recognition he wanted so bad as an artist, James Franco (playing Wiseau on/off screen in the film) is not only hyped as possibly one of the best actor in a movie this year, but many are talking about him getting a well (finally) deserved director nod! Ain't that mind-blowing ;)

James Franco, the widely known as multi-hyphenate actor/director/producer/artist/professor/student/cinephile/critics/weirdo/and more...  for better or worse, who accumulated throughout his dense career tons of- rightfully so- admirers, fans...and hater (cuz ‘haters gonna hate and ainters gonna aint’!)  is nonetheless one of the most admirable person in the business, and with this passion project he might have finally achieved consensus with critics, viewers, fans and skeptical alike.

So, despite the allure of the trailer and the fun idea of the project THE DISASTER ARTIST is a must-see movie of the year for various interesting, unbelievable, amusing yet sad, self-contradictory and simply mind-blowing reasons.

Here are just five good reasons to watch it (and some gifs!):  

1. Watch it because it is very "meta".

Like mention before, THE DISASTER ARTIST is a passion project about a passion project where you get to see an actor/director portraying another actor/director. It is also one of the very rare almost homage movie where scenes of the original got recreated frame by frame to the T! It is actually an incredible thing to see.

2. Watch it because: Oscar Buzz...

And rightfully so! When it was asserted that last year winner MOONLIGHT was a breath of fresh air and an astonishing victory for being one of the most unconventional-Academy-type nominee let alone winner it nonetheless might have fitted a certain prestige genre because of the seriousness and poetical aspect of the story it pictured, and in fact, despite what argued, it might have more in common in style and substance with its runner-up LA LA LAND than THE DISASTER ARTIST although the latest two revolve around the same subject; being a recognized artist/fame/ Hollywood... Comparison to any thing aside THE DISASTER ARTIST is a very strange movie in itself as it doesn't fit any mold making it the alien of this award-season. 

*ALSO FYI BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY AND ENSEMBLE Y'ALL!

3. Watch it because it is an incredibly true and familiar story about the bittersweet reality about realizing our dreams for better...Or worse ;( 

This story about a misunderstood character such as that Tommy Wiseau who is almost the abused and abuser of his life will make you feel a lot more emphatic toward him or the idea he represent. He represent everyone who tried to make it in Hollywood doing the best ( but not necessary the best) with high hope and maybe too much naivete and that sadly did not succeed...This "failure" can be quite fatal as the story of Hollywood (and the Hollywood sign itself) can witness, and the film captured this dark disillusionment in a quite stark yet subtle way, which is also one of the reason why this film is actually brilliant in its near "realistic" approach ( taking into consideration the "reality of the character"!). In addition it is also these more emotional part or the film that might make many in the biz relate to an otherwise "shady" character. 

On the other hand, having all the characters based on real person, make the movie a veracious account of what can possibly go on in everybody's head when confronted to many of the unfortunate (and bonkers!) situations such as the one that happened during the making of THE ROOM or in the industry in general. And so, when, again, whether you care or not about the character, you will be able to relate to what they go through or at least be as clueless and unsure about things as they are!

THE DISASTER ARTIST is also putting its finger on many hot topics while showcasing the harsh reality of filmmaking, including few very relevant-to-now scenes especially when it came to shooting nude or sensitive scenes and the pressure put on female (and male) actors in regards to their physique and what their limits out of their comfort zone ( or while being somehow bullied and forced).

At the end of the day  THE DISASTER ARTIST might very well be an Anti-LA LA LAND but it definitely shares some very specific bits with especially the lyrics of this song: ‘Here's to the fools who dream Crazy as they may seem.’ !

4. Watch it because It is very entertaining and hit all the right note.

Despite all this sadness surrounding the subject this movie is another Franco/Rogen movie surrounded by their movie buddy so you know you're in for some jokes or two. Nevertheless the movie doesn't need the usual shticks and forced situation as its subject is already way out there!

5. Watch it because Franco the weirdo ... being weird for the greater good!

We said it before and there is no way to say it otherwise, THE DISASTER ARTIST is indeed a strange movie about an even stranger man...So it might be right up Franco alley who has never been shy of stranger things! It might not have always been a success but some claims this movie to be his 'redemption project' (as in the billions other projects he had where too experimental or not so conventional or too indie or too weird for most! And acting-wise he did a major buzz since the underappreciated... SPRING BREAKER

Let’s talk about range y’all! But seriously if this wasn’t an award winning exhibit it will be hard to ever do better...Well now we got THE DISASTER ARTIST), while other -like us!- are finally happy to see the "whole world" finally getting it right!

MORAL OF THE STORY: By now most are aware of all the buzz THE DISASTER ARTIST have generated since its gestation, but still, whatever one think this movie is ... it is so much more!

It might make you feel a bit depressed and/or uncomfortable at a time, it might definitely make you laugh or at least smile half the time, and it will -whether you want it or not!- make you feel like you were there, so one thing for sure you have to see it to believe it! So go watch it ;)

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