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distantdarlings · 18 days

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HIS OWN MEDICINE // t. nott

RATING: R / 3.6K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* Your best friend, Pansy Parkinson, suggests fixing your boyfriend’s flirting problem by giving him a taste of his own medicine.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! (P in v) Unprotected, spanking, top!theo, bottom!reader, fem!reader, mean dom, innocent reader?, degradation, name-calling, weird authoritative thing going on with Theo (idk), one (1) use of ‘daddy,’ mild breeding kink, flirting while in relationship, jealousy, not fully proof-read (lmk if I missed any!)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

nobody - Toby Mai

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“I don’t want to hear another fucking excuse, Theo!” you screamed, rage flushing your cheeks. It took everything in you not to strangle him right now.

After the third time catching him flirting with another girl, you were ready to walk again. You weren’t even sure how many times you’d broken up with him, and how many times he’d broken up with you.

But you were about to add another time.

“Please, baby, you know it’s not what you think,” he begged, trying to grab your hands. “She’s just a friend—we were just chatting.”

“Usually, you can chat with people without your hands wrapped around them! You seemed pretty fucking cozy with her!”

“Baby, come on…,” he cooed, trying to press some kisses to your fingers. Angry, you yanked your hand out of his grasp and tore out of the room. You heard the door slam behind you and ignored the gasps of shock as you shoved through a group of students moving in a unit down the hallway.

You could hardly stand that stupid man right now. If you saw his face again within the next 48 hours, you would punch him.

As you flew down the steps of the Slytherin dormitories and toward the mostly empty common room, you nearly knocked a petite woman over.

The two of you crashed into each other and grunted on impact.

“Watch where you’re going—Merlin! What are you doing down here, honey? Are you crying?”

It was Pansy, one of your best friends in the entire world. Though the tears had been pooling in your eyes since you stormed out of Theo’s dorm, her question had pushed you over the edge. An angry sob left your lips.

“Oh no! What happened?” she cried, wrapping you up in her small frame. Shamelessly, you wept into the folds of her robes. She smelled comforting, like home and daisies. You could hardly hold back the tears that poured down your cheeks.

“It’s Theo!” you gasped. “I broke up with him again!”

“Oh…again?” You could practically hear her rolling her eyes. “What did he do this time?”

“He was rubbing up on that stupid Gryffindor girl from last time—laughing and going on! I hate him! I never want to see him again!”

“Why do you let this keep happening?” she asked nonchalantly, patting your head soothingly.

“Me?” you scoffed. “He’s flirting with other girls!”

“Okay, but…you also keep getting back together with him,” she shrugged.

You pulled away from her and glared a bit. You knew your decision-making on the love aspect of things had never been terrific, but you couldn’t help it. Theo was so good to you (besides the flirting thing).

You had tried to rationalize it repeatedly, telling yourself he was just a friendly guy, but he never acted that way to other guys—only girls. And you’d realized your rationalization was stupid. And that he was just flirting.

“Listen,” she started again. “I get it more than anyone else. Theo’s very hard to resist—I’m just saying he’s attractive!” She quickly rushed to defend her words because, after all, though you and Theo were “broken up” right now, you’d likely be back together before the end of the week. That’s how pathetic you were.

“If you don’t want to break up with him, how about you talk about it with him,” she suggested. “You need to sit him down, get stern with him, and tell him that he’s not going to talk to these girls the way he is anymore.”

“I’ve tried that already, Pans! I practically scream in his face every time he does this shit!”

There was a moment of silence while the both of you seemed to mull the issue over.

“Well, then, how about we try something else?” Pansy said, her eyes glinting mysteriously. Your shuddering breaths paused for a moment as you looked up at her. Whatever she was planning couldn’t be good just by the look on her face.

“Er, what do you mean?” you asked, a bit of anxiety creeping up the back of your neck.

“If you can’t get him to stop in your own way…maybe it’s time to give him a taste of his own medicine.” She smirked wildly, her eyebrows rising above her bangs.

“You don’t mean—? Oh, no! No, Pansy! I’m not doing that. I can’t do that when I’ve shouted at him for doing it for so long!”

“Exactly,” she said. “You’ve asked him to stop repeatedly, but he’s not interested in discussion. He needs a threat.”

Despite the growing burning in the pit of your stomach urging you to accept her suggestion, you still felt horrible even considering it. Theo had never cheated on you; you just felt as though he was too friendly with other girls. But maybe Pansy was right. Maybe he wouldn’t understand how frustrating it was until he experienced it himself. It wasn’t like you were going to actually cheat on him. Maybe you could just talk to one of his friends and pretend to flirt. Just a little bit.

With the end of your free period growing closer, you decided you would make Theo jealous at dinner. You just had to decide who you would select to help with your antics.

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Your eyes surveyed the Great Hall, flashing back and forth across the immense tables. Familiar faces glanced back at you in passing, their eyes aimlessly wandering as well. You couldn’t help but smirk just a bit, knowing your plans. Poor Theo had no idea what he was in for.

After weighing your options for a few minutes, you finally decided that if you really wanted to get to Theo, you needed to hit close to home—too close to home.

Your eyes locked on a familiar face you had often stared at, even before you got together with Theo. Mattheo Riddle.

A dark, brooding masterpiece of a boy. Truly, someone you’d be fawning over if you weren’t currently with Theo. But, saying that sounded like a broken record, considering how many girls and boys begged Mattheo for a second glance. You watched him closely, observing for a few moments.

His dark was clenched just a bit as he ran long fingers through his raven curls. It was entirely too much for you to watch…just looking at him had a bit of heat pooling in your stomach.

You couldn’t lie. In the few moments you’d forgotten about Theo and planned to make him jealous, the rose-colored glasses had come off, and the dark green ones had slipped over your eyes. Your chest was pounding, and it wasn’t for Theo at this very moment.

A prick of courage coursed through your veins and with a deep breath, you were moving quickly toward your target.

Enzo, Theo, and Mattheo sat at the edge of the Slytherin table closest to the Great Hall’s entrance. They gathered around each other, snacking and laughing. Mattheo sat on the table with his feet settled on the bench, Enzo sat just next to his legs on the bench, and Theo sat opposite Enzo. Maybe it was cheesy, but even Mattheo’s small rebellion of sitting on the table rather than the bench was calling your name. To not sound like every Gryffindor currently drooling over Mattheo, he really did have the perfect bad-boy vibe. He was like a sexy Muggle film.

Mattheo’s legs were spread with his elbows settled on his thighs—a dominating posture. His robe was settled over the edge of the table, and his tie was loosened, exposing a sliver of bronze chest and a singular chain dangling beneath the collar of his shirt. Merlin, this was sinful.

Theo caught your eyes and smiled brightly. He waved you over. That particular movement snagged the attention of Mattheo and Enzo—both of whom found your eyes and smiled in return. Maybe you were over-confident, but you could have sworn Mattheo had looked you slowly up and down as you approached.

Granted, you had changed up your outfit before coming to dinner. It was simple, but you were sure it’d get the job done with how it framed your figure and dipped down your chest. Your hair was styled, and Pansy had granted you her talent for makeup. You felt gorgeous, so you assumed you looked it.

Your wand was slid into the small decorative belt that came with the dress, and your hands were tightened behind your back in a sort of mock innocence. You smiled brightly, eyes only on Mattheo.

Completely ignoring Theo, you walked straight up to the two boys sitting before him. The both of them were looking you up and down now.

“Hey, Matty,” you giggled, stopping just before him. Smirking, he slid his arms around your waist and pulled you between his legs, your hips bumping against his core.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered. “You’re awfully bubbly this afternoon.” His voice vibrated against your ear, sending a violent chill down your back. You tried not to let your facade fall, but damn, he was good. You couldn’t tell if he was just playing along, seriously into it, or reading your mind. Who knew? Legilimency ran in his family.

“Baby?” Theo asked gently. You could just barely hear his voice past Mattheo’s warm body. “Matty?”

His poor, confused voice made your heart sink a little bit. You immediately felt bad. But this was for his own good. He was feeling what you felt every time he pulled this shit with other girls.

“I can’t help it,” you smiled. “I was excited to see you.”

“What the fuck? What did he do to get all the attention?” Enzo joked, smiling crookedly.

“Aw, but I was excited to see you too, sweetheart,” you cooed, leaning over Mattheo’s thigh to gently touch a finger to his chin.

“I think someone’s had a bit to drink,” Theo said sternly. You finally made eye contact with him. He was fuming. You swallowed nervously but ignored his threatening gaze. You were doing this for a reason.

“I’m completely sober, Theo,” you said blankly.

“You wanna go somewhere, mama,” Mattheo whispered against your cheek, his lips brushing your jawline. His arms were still wrapped tightly around your waist, his grip domineering and his scent overwhelming. Why did you want to say yes? Were you a bad person? You weren’t sure. This was a bad idea.

You giggled to avoid answering his question. Enzo’s eyebrow quirked at you before giving a glance to Theo.

“Well, I didn’t want to have to be the one to say this. But, personally, I feel that we are all close enough now to discuss these things.” Enzo nodded his head. “Have we truly ever considered the possibility of a foursome?”

Theo choked on his drink, Mattheo pretended to gag, and you gasped sharply.

“I’m just saying…it’s a valid question.”

“Enzo, shut up. Now.” Theo gripped his cup tightly, his knuckles bleeding white across his skin.

“Mattheo, take your fucking hands off of my girlfriend,” he said, turning to the man above you. “We need to fucking talk.”

His eyes never left yours as he pulled himself away from the table and walked toward the door. He didn’t even need to look back to know that you were trailing behind him with a half-defeated look on your face.

You were a bit frightened of the consequences of your actions, but you were certain that once you explained yourself, he’d be more understanding. You hoped.

Once the two of you were just past the doors of the Great Hall, Theo grasped your hand roughly, and, after being forced through a sickeningly tight tube with a loud suctioning sound, you were standing in Theo’s dormitory. You were a bit dizzy from Disapparating after not doing it for so long, but no amount of churning in your stomach could distract from the raging boy storming straight for you.

“What the fuck was that?” Theo shouted, forcing himself up against you. The pressure of his chest pushed you back up against the footboard’s bedpost. As the wood dug into your back, a gasp left your lips.

The way he looked down at you, fuming and jaw clenching, had you flushed ever so slightly. You didn’t know what it was, but his anger wasn’t pleasuring you as you thought.

An hour ago, you’d have assumed that you would feel amazing because of revenge. Not … something else.

“I was just…,” you trailed off, his eyes drilling holes through yours. Your hands wrapped around the bedpost behind you as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. “I wanted to make you jealous.”

His jaw ticked.

“You what?”

“I’m sorry,” you flinched at the volume of his words. “You’re always so friendly and touchy with all of your girl friends—I just wanted to make you feel the same way.”

“Feel what way?” he demanded.

“Jealous,” you whispered, embarrassed. Your eyes tore away from him and cast to the floor. Despite the confidence you’d had a few hours ago, you felt like the smallest woman in the world now.

“Jealous? You’re so pathetic,” he whispered, his voice suddenly soft and chiding. The word made a heat pool between your legs. Your lips parted in a silent gasp. You refused to look at him.

“Instead of just working through our argument earlier like adults, you thought it’d be a good idea to throw yourself on my friends to get a reaction out of me?”

“Well, when you say it like that—”

“Was it Pansy?”

“What?”

He sighed and clenched his jaw in frustration. “Did Pansy Parkinson put this stupid idea into your head?”

You looked down. You were too embarrassed to answer, but he knew. He scoffed and placed a surprisingly gentle finger beneath your chin. He tilted you up to look at him. His eyes were softer now.

“I know that Pansy is a bad influence on you, but you still have to be taught a lesson,” he murmured, his eyes ranging from soft and caring to lustful and mean.

“But, I–”

“Shut up,” he interrupted, voice stern as steel. “Don’t talk anymore, okay?”

Your lips snapped shut and, falling into an embarrassingly well-rehearsed routine, you nodded and forced yourself to keep eye contact with him. However, he had no issue doing so. His crystalline eyes never left your face except for one agonizing second when he dragged them down the length of your body.

You then forgot all of your previous endeavors and realized that Theo was going to have his way with you. He wasn’t more understanding, nor had you gotten your revenge. But none of that mattered right now. The heat pooling between your thighs had blurred all possible thoughts that might pass across your mind. The only thing you could see, smell, taste, hear, feel was Theo, Theo, Theo. You sucked in a shaky breath.

His fingers slid around your upper arms, pulling you closer to him. The way he touched you was gentle and slow—a precursor for the aggression that was to come.

“Turn around and bend over,” he whispered. His voice was nothing less than demanding. You couldn’t help but comply as if everything depended on your ability to follow his directions. Which, at this moment, it felt that way.

You turned and laid your torso across the length of his bed, tucking your arms beneath your chest. Your cheek lay against the satin comforter as your breath exited your body in short, shuddering pants.

“You deserve this,” he murmured. “You know you do.” His hands—so gentle—pushed themselves beneath the hem of your skirt. Your eyes clenched shut as your corse pulsated in time with your rapid heartbeat.

The tips of his fingers caressed the curvature of your bare hips. With your intent to seduce, you’d figured you better dress the part as well as act it. For exactly that reason, you’d worn no bottoms beneath the tight dress. You could hear Theo inhale deeply as a single thumb slid over wettened, hot folds. You gasped sharply at the sensation.

“You wanted this,” he growled. Honestly, you hadn’t considered this as one of the outcomes of your little venture, but you wouldn’t deny what you currently wanted. With a whimper, you nodded your head and pushed your hips back against him.

A small grunt left his lips as your ass came into contact with his core, already engorged and pulsing, just as you were. You concealed a smirk. Perhaps it was the false persona you had put on this evening, but your confidence shone through the room like a lightbulb.

“Very well,” he sighed. “You’ll get exactly what you wanted, you pathetic slut. The only way you can get what you want is to show your ass in front of all my friends, huh? You couldn’t just fucking ask?” With each rhetorical question, he tore another piece of clothing from himself. His anger radiated off of him.

“My advice, love?” He rolled the fabric of your dress over your ass, allowing the cool air to bite at your core. “Next time…just fucking ask me to ruin this perfect cunt.” He pushed into you with a relieved groan.

The lack of any preparation had you biting into his comforter. Perhaps no foreplay was your punishment, but he felt too good for you to complain about it.

His hands gripped your hips like a vice as he pulled you back onto him at a sickening pace. He hit every spot inside of you with a bruising force, so hard that your face slid back and forth across his slick comforter. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t keep a hold on the surface. Theo’s rage-filled thrusts knocked you loose from any grip you gained on his sheets like it was nothing.

“If you ever pull something like that again, I swear to Merlin, I’ll beat the fuck out of any man who touches you,” he breathed through ragged thrusts. “I don’t care if it’s Mattheo or Enzo or some random guy—I’ll fucking kill him.”

His words pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Shamelessly, you moaned his name as if it were the last thing you’d ever say. He looked like a god behind you with his hair stuck to his forehead and his lips parted, his sweat circled the air, his name tasted perfect in your mouth, his moans were glorious, and he felt perfect inside you. Again, Theo was all you could see, smell, taste, hear, and feel.

“Yeah, baby? Does that feel good?” he whispered to you, taunting you endlessly. “Who fucks you like this, huh?”

“You,” you whined, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I couldn’t hear you, baby. It sounded like you said Enzo. Was that right?” he cruelly teased you. His hand came down hard across the brunt of your ass cheek. “That’s what you fucking get. Now, who fucks you like this?”

“You!” you tried again, desperate to feel your release.

“Mattheo? Oh, you’re really trying me today!” he shouted, bringing his hand down against you again. You yelped beneath the bite of his hand. You could practically already see the handprint forming across your skin.

Theo suddenly grabbed your hair roughly and pulled you against his body. Your back was pressed to his front, and his cock was hitting a devastating angle inside of you.

“Who fucks you like this, bitch?”

“You, Theo! Fuck, nobody makes me feel like this! Theo, Theo, Theo…,” your voice trailed off pathetically as he pounded into you with a force like no other. You wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.

One of his hands was wrapped around your stomach while the other remained tightly curled in your hair as he fucked up into you relentlessly. The coil in your stomach that only seemed to build when Theo handled you the way he did began to wind up in your stomach. Each thrust from the man behind you had it curling tighter and tighter, threatening to combust at any moment.

“Fuck, Theo, I’m gonna—”

“Yeah, baby? You’re gonna cum for me? Cum for me, baby…cum on my cock, sweetheart. Let me fill you up, darling. Please, baby, let me cum inside you. Make me a daddy, baby.”

And with those words, you were cumming against him harder than you ever had before. Honey spilled from you and coated his lower stomach and your thighs. The tension from your entire body locking up had Theo’s legs beginning to shake. Whispers of strained “fuck, fuck, fuck”s resonated throughout the room as Theo fucked himself through his orgasm. Just before you could protest at the overstimulation, he came into you, filling you up just as he had promised.

The feeling of every inch of his arousal overflowing from your core nearly made you needy all over again. You might've asked him for a round two if not for the overwhelming exhaustion that had just flooded your body.

Between the rapid pace he’d set and the abuse you’d taken from behind, the two of you were laid out. Both of you collapsed against his bed, chests rising and falling rapidly, beads of sweat dripping, eyes fluttering closed. You were sure you’d pass away if you attempted to move, so you laid completely still.

“How was that?” Theo asked, chuckling breathlessly. You refrained from rolling your eyes at his awkwardly-timed question.

“It was really good, you dummy,” you laughed, wiping a bit of sweat from your hairline.

“Good,” he whispered, rolling over to face you. “Because if you ever pull anything like that again, I’ll kill the man who touched you then I’ll fuck you in front of him.”

Merlin.

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roseykat · 8 months

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KINKTOBER DAY 1

Title: Same coin, different faces

PAIRING: Bang Chan x Reader

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won’t be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

SUMMARY: Despite not being together with Chan anymore, you somehow end up in the back of his car...fogging up the windows.

TAGS: pre-established breakup trope, swearing, a dash of angst but also a hint of resolve, mentions of alcohol (neither the reader nor Chan is drunk), a bit of manhandling by both parties, oral sex (reader receiving), car sex, unprotected, sort of hate/rough sex.

MASTERLIST - KINKTOBER LIST

(This is currently unedited but I will be proofing it later on)

It wasn’t as fun as you had hoped it to be, a party that is. Given it was the end of the semester, people usually prefer to go all out - which they did, but you weren’t feeling it. There were far too many people off of their faces, including your entire friend group that you showed up with.

Two of them were playing drinking games in the kitchen, one of them - Minho, who had completely disappeared for the past few hours, and another one who had found himself someone to hook up with.

In the end, you were on your own for the remainder of the party. After having found a way into the lounge through the masses of people attending and remained on the couch, watching those around you for a while, you decided to get back up and grab a drink. There wasn’t an entire selection to choose from; either warm beer or cheap wine, which you grab from the latter and pour some in a plastic cup to try and fit in with everyone else.

The briny taste of the wine was enough to make you think that maybe it was time to go home. It wasn’t fun, interesting, nor a good way to spend your time on a Friday night. Before being able to make the decision to leave, you find yourself planted on the ground when your eyes catch onto a familiar figure amongst the people.

Chan. Your ex-boyfriend - your ex-best friend at that too.

It was a surprise to see him given that he isn’t really a party goer, but also a surprise to see him in general after the pair of you went through such a tumultuous breakup a month ago. Things just didn’t work out the way they were supposed to which was unfortunate because Chan is one of a kind.

There isn’t anybody like him that exists in this world. He’s gentle, caring, and has a bottomless well of love to give. Now that you’re not together anymore, you know that whoever he ends up with in the future is well taken care of.

“Hi,” Chan says, walking up to you.

“Hey,” you respond back, unsure of how to actually talk to him now. “What are you doing here?”

Chan sighs, looking at the screen of his phone momentarily then turning his attention back to you, “trying to find Minho. I’m here to pick him up, but I can’t find him. Is he here?”

“I haven’t seen him for the past couple of hours,” you answer. “I highly doubt he’s actually here still.”

He sighs and rolls his eyes, “course he’s not.”

“He probably went to Jisung’s at some point,” you add.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” he replies before his eyes peer down at the plastic cup. “Drinking? That’s not like you.”

“It’s the end of the semester,” you say in your own defence. “I was trying to finish off strong.”

“Right. Have you got a ride home then?”

Your eyes dart beyond Chan to ‘your ride home’ who has probably now consumed half of his body weight in alcohol. Chan catches your gaze, turns around and sees Seungmin throwing back another shot with a couple of strangers, presumably his classmates.

Chan sighs once more and faces you again, “don’t tell me he was supposed to sober drive.”

“He won’t be now,” you respond.

“Okay well, I can drop you off. Minho’s not replying and he’s probably not here, plus I’m getting tired,” he offers.

You ponder for a moment. Since Chan had come up to you, you hadn’t felt that sting of pain that a breakup usually induces. Not since the day you both called it quits on the relationship. But that’s only because things were never awkward with him. It’s only until now that you realise how depleting life has been without him. It’s not colourful anymore.

It’s an issue because you don’t want to be reminded of what you don’t have anymore. Sometimes, the best things can be the worst for us.

“It’s okay, thank you though,” you decline respectfully. “I might tell the others to get ready to head off.”

“And who’s going to drive them? You?” He asks with a brow raised then shakes his head with disapproval. “You’ve been drinking.”

“Not that much,” you retort. “I’m not even tipsy, plus I don’t want to leave them behind.”

“Seems like they left you behind,” Chan points out a very good point which you find hard to not be in denial about.

He takes the plastic cup out of your hand and places it on the nearest surface cluttered with other discarded items. He then returns back to you to gently take hold of your wrist and leads you out of the lounge full of people.

“Wait-”

“I’m not letting you drive under the influence, end of story,” he decides.

With that matter in hand, you’re quickly reminded that Chan has always had a strong head on his shoulders and his morals are very clear cut. He held reasonably strong opinions on doing unnecessarily dangerous things, particularly when it comes to you. It happened to be one of the poisonous factors that pierced the final dagger into the relationship.

The cold air then hits you when you both make it out into the front yard.

“I can walk thank you,” you say to Chan who forgets that he’s still holding your wrist. He looks down at his hand and releases.

“Sorry,” he apologises. “Car’s this way.”

He leads you once more just across the street to the vehicle while you think about the fact that you never actually agreed you were going to accept his offer to take you home. In saying that, there was no other alternative other than walking which Chan wouldn’t have put up with anyway.

The pair of you hop in his car, finally able to catch a break from the blaring music that was blasting throughout the house. After both of your seatbelts are on, Chan starts the car and drives away down the street.

It’s not long until silence falls quickly. Things had never been this terribly awkward between you both, but there had been pockets of quietness which used to be comfortable to sit in. Now you can see that it’s not as nice.

“So what have you been up to these days?” Chan asks out of the blue, breaking that silence.

“Nothing interesting I guess,” you answer blandly. “Just studies and that’s it.”

He nods, “how’s that going so far?”

“Fine, I suppose.”

Chan lets out a small huff, “you know, it’s still okay for us to talk right? We don’t need to be so hostile.”

The glow of your phone from your lap catches your attention away from his comment. You blink down at the screen and read a text from Felix.

Lix: ‘Saw you leave with Chan. Please tell me you’re both back on.’

You roll your eyes. You love Felix, but sometimes he can be too optimistic. There wasn’t any way you and Chan were going to find your way back to each other. If anything, it wouldn’t be the same anymore.

“I wasn’t being hostile, plus there’s not much to my answer anyway unless you want me to lie?” You respond back.

“No, I don’t want you to lie,” Chan adjusts his tight grip on the steering wheel. “But you speaking just proves my point on why we shouldn’t act like that.”

You turn your head, shooting him a well-deserved glare. This isn’t usually how Chan acts. He never says backhanded things as such even though he can be relatively blunt. Whatever subtle malice was behind his words obviously came from the same place that helped the relationship tear apart.

“This is why we never worked out because you always had to have some degree of control,” you scoff, ignoring the fact that you’ve now doused the flicker of the argument with petrol.

“I was only doing what I though was safest for you,” Chan argues back strongly. “It was never about having any type of control, it was because you couldn’t see what the consequences were.”

“Then why couldn’t you have let me figure it out for myself? How else am I supposed to learn, when you’re not here anymore?”

“You, driving drunk isn’t something that you just learn not to do. You don’t do it, full stop. Anyone with common sense knows that,” Chan bites back.

“I’m not even talking about that! When have I ever driven drunk? Now you’re just fucking reaching for things! All I’m saying is that it didn’t matter how much time I spent with you, I never got to be my own person. It was like I was turning into another ‘you’.”

Chan shrugs, “in comparison to what you can be like sometimes, I honestly don’t think that’s so much of a bad thing.”

The last nerve inside you, had been struck.

“Stop the car, I’m getting out.”

“No, we’re nearly at your h-”

“I don’t care Chris, I seriously don’t want to be anywhere near you right now,” you cut him off sharply, not wanting to hear another word come out of his mouth.

Chan looks over at you, absorbing how painfully angry you look right now and the fact that your hand is on the door handle, ready to bolt as soon as he pulls over. It was fairly obvious because once he did, you were out of the vehicle before he could say anything more. But as fast as you are out the door, Chan is already on the other side to meet you.

“Don’t go home angry,” he says urgently.

You shoot him a dirty look, thinking who the hell is he to tell you what to do, “or what?”

“Well can we at least talk then?” He questions, trying to grasp onto some common ground here.

With as much force as you can muster, your arms come up to shove Chan by the chest, “fuck you.”

He stumbles back a few steps and is not as nearly as surprised as you are by your own behaviour. Never has anyone elicited as much of a reaction from you until now. The shock has you to the point where you can barely assemble an apology to Chan. Even so when he comes back forward, grabbing you by the sides of your arms, and shoving you right back against his own car.

Before either of you say another word, his mouth crashes straight against yours. His swift hands are quickly groping and roaming in every place around your body that he can reach while you submit to his moves. You’ve forgotten how electrifying Chan can be at times when it comes to intimacy, that you really start to feel it when he slides his knee in between your thighs.

You gasp against his lips, yelping almost when his hands reach behind you to squeeze your ass and to try to bring your body as impossibly close to his as he can. For a split second, you break away to consolidate what is happening. Chan remains latched onto you, his mouth now working its way to your jaw and down to your throat, sucking and biting into your skin.

Neither of you care about whether or not he’s going to mark you up. All you care about at this point in time, is the hope that he’s going to fuck you.

“The door…open the door,” you mumble to him, even though you’re trying to find the handle yourself.

Even with the unshakeable frame of mind that he’s in right now, Chan listens to you. He pulls you forward with him so that he can yank the backdoor open. You hop onto the seat, pushing yourself backwards to the other side of the car to create room for him to join you. But Chan had his own idea planted already.

He grabs you by the ankles and pulls you right back to the edge of the seat closest to him. His hands take pride in reaching underneath your skirt and tearing your underwear down your legs.

He doesn’t even get the opportunity to fully take them off as they dangle on one leg. In saying that, it doesn’t take you very long to click onto what he wants to do. So you help him by doing your best to hike your skirt further up your thighs. Chan decides to take a few seconds to appreciate being able to relive this moment once more by using his thumb to swipe over your wet slit, collecting your juices only to bring it up to his mouth and suck it right off.

“Fucking missed this,” he speaks for the first time in about five minutes before lifting both of your legs and separating them for his head to slot in perfectly between.

The fan of his hot breath washes over your skin, already making your squirm forward towards his mouth. It’s been a long time since someone had touched you and Chan could tell. He knows how needy you can be, but not when you’re like this. Not when you’re straining to reach for the back of his head to pull him closer to your pussy. Not when you’re already moaning when he’s barely touched you.

Not when you’re wetter than what he usually thinks you are.

“Y-Yes…right there,” you sigh out and lie back down, waiting eagerly.

One of your hands threads through his dark hair and tugs every time he sucks on your clit. Shivers of pleasure reverberate throughout your body, already making your legs tremble on his shoulders. If anyone were to drive past, you know you and Chan would get done for public indecency. Except that devious consequence became an elicit far away thought drowned out by your own moans the more Chan continued to eat you out.

The best thing about it is that he’s not going easy on you. He’s being deceptively rough by digging his nails into your thighs and showing zero remorse when he relentlessly licks over that same sweet spot. The more work he puts into trying to make you cum, the harder he gets in his pants, straining at this point.

“P-Please Chan, hurry,” you cry out, trying to sit up and slide down further into his mouth. “Need to cum, please.”

When your begging and moaning become increasingly louder and more frequent, Chan knows you’re on the cusp of an orgasm. However, as much as he used to enjoy you cumming on his face, the idea of you cumming on his cock is just as good, if not better. So just as you’re about to tip over the edge, Chan pulls back.

You blink in amongst the haziness of what was about to be a mind shattering orgasm to see Chan who’s head had lifted up from in between your legs. His mouth and chin were covered in your juices, and is completely unashamed about it.

“You can just fucking wait,” he snaps and begins to adjust your legs so that he makes sure they cage his body at his sides, that way he can grab onto your thighs and fuck you hard and steady.

Although you can barely see, you hear the zipper to his pants open before he takes out his cock, hard and ready to put it to use on you. You bite down on your bottom lip when Chan uses his tip to tease your entrance. He pushes his hips forward, enough to make his cock slide up and in between your pussy.

Chan’s shaky hand manages to get a proper hold around his dick, aligning it with your wet hole, and slowly pushes in as the heat begins to encapsulate around his length. The top half of his body nearly falters forward if it weren’t for his hips that thrust forward first.

“Chris…” you mutter in an aspirated voice, feeling the fullness of his cock stretch you out.

There is no forewarning for the strength he has behind each buck of his hips. It takes you back to times before during your relationship and how deliciously memorable the sex always was. Chan’s main priority was to always make you cum first and regardless of his own needs and pleasure. Whether you misbehaved or were being an outright undeserving brat in bed, even then he would still let you cum. That’s how much he loved you.

“Nobody can ever fuck you the way I do,” Chan grits his teeth, his eyes watching his cock disappear inside of you each time he rams forward, hard and fast.

Every second that goes by, you’re grappling more and more onto your last threads of sanity. It’s hard to keep up and absorb Chris’s stamina and pace - a relentless and unapologetic pace that hits the same spot inside you over and over again until that build up of pleasure starts spreading around your lower abdomen.

“Make me feel…so good,” you mumble incoherently. “Gonna make me cum.”

It’s been a long time since Chan has heard you say those words - hell, even heard you moan at the very least. It’s enough to keep his pace steady but he’s very wary of the fact that he himself is already near the edge of an orgasm too. Nonetheless, he’s determined to get you there first once more.

So Chan lets go of one of your legs at his side so that he can use his thumb to now rub fast circles over your clit. Your hands grip at the hem of your skirt, back arching as you start submitting to the crest of intense pleasure Chan has built up for you. Then within seconds, Chan has you cumming hard around his cock, shuddering, and straining his name out of your mouth as it rings throughout his car.

“Fuck, baby…” he groans as his head tips back before he starts spilling white inside of you.

His hips stutter finally, gently slowing down to a leisurely pace while he drowns in the afterglow from one of the most transcendent orgasms he’s ever had. He gives you both time to come down before he carefully slides out of you. It takes you a while to fully fathom what just happened, but you allow yourself to think about it. Whatever it is, it’s not regret. There’s a longing feeling there, a borderline sense of relief.

Once Chan is decent, he helps you slide your underwear back on even though you’re both fully aware of the fact that he just came inside you. It’s not like either of you were prepared for this to happen. In saying that, Chan gently takes hold of both your hands and gets you to sit up.

“You okay?” he questions, using his finger to hook some of your messed hair out of your face.

You nod, “yes. You?”

“I’ve been worse,” he answers, making you smile. “I’m really sorry for what I said earlier.”

You shake your head, “I’m sorry as well for being so stubborn. I figured that the more hostile I am towards you, the more I push myself away so that I don’t have to deal with any feelings from before.”

Chan completely gets it, “I know. I thought I could do the same, but it seems that I’m too nice.”

You roll your eyes, “you’ve had your moments.”

“I definitely have,” he replies. “Anyway, we should go in case anybody just saw that.”

A bashful sense of embarrassment washes over you. It’s been minutes before you realised that you just fucked your ex. But even so, it doesn’t really feel that way. It’s just Chan, someone who you still have a lot of love for.

“You can stay at mine, it’s late,” you suggest to him.

Chan smiles softly, “as if I’m going to say no.”

A/N: Yes, I am a day late already to Kinktober - I just realised bc my dumb ass was trying to figure out time zones and when would be the best time to upload for people bc I’m quite some hours ahead from other countries. So I’ll just stick to my time zone, that way you’ll get my works a few hours earlier x

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Education

Lesson #7: Communication is KEY.

A/N: well; you asked for it. It’s here.

Warnings: smut. Also not entirely proof read cuz I wanted to post it today for y’all so…

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“Amelia?” Matty called out to her from behind the door, resting his forehead against it. “Can I please come in?” He cooed.

He knocked this time, in case she hadn’t heard him, “Amelia, darlin, please let me in.” He listened carefully for a shuffling of feet, any signs of movement at all, but none came. Soon, he began to pace back and forth to alleviate the raging of his heart. “Amelia, please. Open the door- please, I need to know that you’re alright.”

The silence was unbearable. As he paced by the bathroom door, Matty went over the events of the night in his mind, combing through every detail as he remembered it, trying to identify the moment that things went wrong.

He’d spent the entire way to the party wondering if she was going to be there. She’d designed the art work for the album that they were about to celebrate, so he’d hoped that Jamie would’ve had the sense to invite her. It’d gotten difficult to get a hold of her after their last phone call. Which, embarrassingly, he’d been too drunk to remember the details of. He has a vague recollection of talking to her, touching himself, alone, in his hotel bed, listening to her moan on the other end of the phone and wishing that she were eighth there with him. But he doesn’t remember much else. The texts were sparse and far between after that night. She wouldn’t pick up whenever he tried to FaceTime her. He’d written it off as time zone issues. It wouldn’t be the first time that his friendships or relationships were affected by his itinerant lifestyle. As he’d learned the hard way, over the years, nothing beats being in the same room with people. No matter how good distant connection is.

He’d spotted her soon after arriving at the event; seen her standing with a group of people that she doesn’t really like. He knew she was too polite to excuse herself from the conversation, so he figured if he inserted himself into the group, he could help pull her away.

If he was being honest with himself, his escape to LA was anything but effective, he’d thought about her every night while he was there. Even when he met up with his hookup. He was ashamed that he’d close his eyes and think of Amelia every time that another woman touched him. Try to remember what she sounded like. How good she felt wrapped around him the last time that he’d fucked her. How good he felt being with her. It took everything in him not to call out her name in another woman’s bed.

So, of course he’d been eager to finally see her again. But was that so wrong? Is that what hurt her? Was he pushy when he asked her to go into the bathroom with him? Did she not want to? She did hesitate, briefly, but he thought it was just because it was an entirely new thing that she’d never done before. And that was the whole point of their arrangement. He was meant to make her feel safe to try things out and figure out what she liked. Gain confidence to do things with other people. How’d they get from that to here?

Matty slid against the bathroom door crumbling yo the floor. “I just want you to know I’m right here, okay? I’m gonna stay right here. I just- I don’t know how to- I don’t know what to do right now, but I’m still here. I haven’t left you. I’m not going to.”

He ran his hands through his hair, attempting to breathe, deeply, and collect himself. Patience has never been a virtue that he possessed, though. “Oh, fuck this.” He mumbled before standing back up and banging on the door. “Amelia, please! Open this fuckin door! At least make a sound so I know that you’re okay in there. I can’t be out here thinking that- that you’ve hit your head against something and need- need- fuck! open this fuckin door!” He banged on the door repeatedly, more aggressive this time, as his patience wore thin.

His hands hurt from knocking against the door and his chest felt tight with worry. He won’t take this anymore. “Right, that’s it, then. I’m getting something to unlock this door with.”

With a 4 minutes YouTube tutorial, a butter knife, and one of his credit cards, he finally managed to open the door without breaking it.

“Oh, Amelia…” his heart sunk when he saw her, sobbing on the bathroom floor, her whole, naked body shaking. The sight paralyzed him for what felt like an eternity. His worst fear had come true. In trying to protect her from the hurt of the potential ill-intentions and miscommunications of complete strangers, by offering to be the person that she could experiment on, or with, he’d somehow wound up hurting her himself. The worst part is that he had no idea what he’d done wrong.

This moment wasn’t about his self-pity and indulgent guilt, he’d feel his feelings later on. Right now, he needed to be there for her. He ran into the room to grab the first thing he could find — his own shirt— and brought it back to wrap her up in, carrying her in his arms. His heart pounded against his chest, terrified that he’d make a wrong move and fuck this up, even more, so he narrated every single step he took, waiting a moment to give her the chance to object.

“Gonna just put this on you, so you don’t catch a cold…alright?” She said nothing. “I- umm- wanna get off the floor?” Again, nothing. “Well- I’m going to pick you up now, okay? If you want me to stop, just- say…say something.” “Bringing you to bed now, unless- well, unless you want to be sat somewhere else.”

She made no effort to protest or to stop him, so he took that as permission and proceeded, slowly, gently, as lightly as he could. His delicate touch and strong arms were a far cry from what was going through his mind. Matty held her in his arms as she wept into his bare chest. With every breath she took, every sniffle, and every tear drop that fell from her face onto his skin, his heart broke over and over again until he thought it couldn’t possible hurt any worse- and then it did.

When he felt her finally go still, her trembling breath calm and even, he looked down, and saw that she was asleep. Should he be relieved that, at least, she wasn’t crying anymore? Or should he focus on thr fact that, whatever he’d done had caused her to cry her eyes out, literally, to the point where she could no longer keep them open? He didn’t have it in him to move her or disrupt the first moment of peace that she’d had all night. So as his body went numb underneath her weight, he replayed their night in his mind, yet again, silent tears running down his face.

***

It was 3 am when Matty awoke from a dreamless sleep. Amelia was now fully wearing his shirt, all buttoned up, and clinging to his body, her legs intertwined in his, her cheek against his stomach, as she slept. The lights were turned out all the way, so she must’ve woken up at some point and walked around the hotel suite. When he stretched out his arm to feel around for his phone, he felt a water bottle on the nightstand. At least she’d had some water. That’s a good sign. Or was he desperate for anything to convince him that she was alright? Did he not deserve to feel relieved yet? Would he ever? He felt weak looking down at her. He wanted to kiss her forehead, to take her pain away, but he had this unshakable feeling that he’d break her, hurt her, cause her harm, if he ever touched her again.

In the morning, his body felt cold without Amelia pressed up against him. He had one text on his phone. It hurt his eyes to read it before they’d blink away the sleep. Mia ❤️: had to leave for a work thing. I’m okay. Thank you.

This was the worst news that he could’ve woken up to. He slammed his head harshly against the pillow, a loud cry tore through his chest.

***

“Matty?” Adam stood in the doorway, smiling, as he watched Matty sprawled out on the floor, arranging his son’s toys in some sort of circle, mumbling to the kid as if they were engaged in a serious conversation. “It’s been a while, what’re you two up to?” Adam walked over to them.”

“We’re creating toy rankings” Matty said matter-of-factly. “You know, like the Premier League tables?”

Adam giggled, Shaking his head. “Okay; I know the baby can’t be THAT entertaining and I’m his dad. So, who or what are you hiding out here from? And why couldn’t you do it at your own house?”

Matty glanced at Adam briefly before returning his attention to the army of toys. “Not hiding.”

“It’s Amelia, isn’t it?” Adam sighed loudly, joining Matty on the floor and instantly taking his son into his lap. “What’ve you done this time?”

Matty ceased his fiddling, cocking his head in shame. “I- erm…I- maybe didn’t pay attention when I should have.” Saying it out loud began to help piece together the situation in his head. “She- was trying to let me know that- that she wasn’t alright. I completely missed it.”

“Don’t sound much like you.” Despite Adam’s concern, he put on a cheerful demeanor to keep his boy happy. The contrast between his face and his words gave the conversation an eerie feel. Marty found it mildly distressing, if fatherly and admirable.

“I know. I fucked things up. Badly.”

“Well, have you apologized to her?”

“I- I want to. I just….can’t look her in the eye. And…..well, if that’s how I feel - Can’t imagine how she must feel.”

Adam said nothing for a long moment. When he spoke again, Matty hadn’t expected him to still be on that train of thought. “Let me ask you this: do you and Amelia ever just….hang out?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like, not for sex. Just- for the sake of hanging out.”

Matty rolled his eyes, insulted by the implications of the question. “Of course we do. All the fuckin time. We went to see a film not too long ago, and, she came to see the set when we were working on the designs for tour. She stayed at mine one night cuz she was too drunk to go home…..” Matty paused, catching his breath, “do you need the dates and times as well? The fuck is ‘do you hang out?’ What kind of question is that!”

“Matty,” Adam looked him straight in the eyes, noting that, by his defensiveness, Adam must’ve hit upon a sore subject. “this all happened before the two of you started….well, fucking. Have you spent any time together as friends since then?”

Matty’s lips instantly parted, he was about to respond with “of course we have! What a ridiculous thing to ask!!” But, as he thought about it, he realized that Adam was right. He and Amelia were no longer really friends. His expression shifted from offended to embarrassed.

“It’s not like you’re incapable of maintaining the friendship.” Adam consoled him. “You’ve slept with friends of yours and kept them as friends before. So, why won’t you do it with Amelia?”

“I-I don’t know. It’s not on purpose. The time has just not been right recently. It’s just the way things have been going. I’ve just been busy. You know this. Band stuff.”

“So you have time to fuck her, but you don’t have time to hang out with her?”

Matty winced unable to bare hearing that about himself. “Well, not when you put it like that….She came to me and asked for this! We made an agreement- it’s not like that! You’re making me sound like a fuckin creep.”

“Go.” Adam nodded towards the door. “Go on, go apologize to her. I gotta get this little man ready for bedtime, anyway. Uncle Matty’s gotta go.”

***

Amelia was stunned when she answered the door, “Matty, what are you-“

“May I come in?” He spoke too quickly, nerves taking over him.

It was late. Plus, Matty never came over unannounced. So, with some confusion and concern, she let him in.

“What’s all this?” She pointed to the bags in his hands.

“We’ll get to that in a minute.” He waved her question away, his eyes scanning the apartment that he’s been to countless times before, with new found novelty. Anything to avoid eye contact. “Wanted to- erm…” he stuttered, still looking around. “how- how’re you feeling? You know, af-after the other night?” Matty stumbled over his words. He’d imagined this conversation going differently in his head. He’d even practiced his words on the way over here. But now that he was standing in front of her, certainty and practiced delicacy had left him. He was terrified. “You left before we could talk…”

Amelia led the way to the kitchen, with Matty trailing sheepishly behind her. She helped him set down the bags l in the kitchen while she considered his question. The answer was too complicated. She shrugged. “I’m okay….I think? I don’t know. I don’t know how I’m feeling. One minute I’m fine, and the next….” She was surprised to feel herself get so emotional so quickly.

All Matty could think was. you did this. You hurt her. You’re the reason she feels this way. He wanted to pick up one of her kitchen knives off the counter and pierce it through his own heart.

“Let- let’s sit down somewhere? Is that alright?”

Amelia’s brows furrowed. It wasn’t like him to be so uncertain. “Sure.”

In the living room, the sat on opposite ends of the same couch, Matty nervously fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket. “So- I think….I think I know how you’re feeling and why it happened. Would you like to hear it?” He looked up at her, briefly.

She smiled nervously. “Sure- I mean, any ideas would be better than no ideas.”

“I think, well, I think we pushed you too far in the bathroom. I was a bit more aggressive than normal.” Matty’s voice got caught in his throat, so he paused, collecting himself. He was determined not to make this about himself and his feelings. He mustn’t speak unless he’s sure that he can control his tone.

“Y-yeah. I mean, I guess? The- umm, hair pulling, and the whole bending over thing…you being demanding. We’d never done any of that before.”

Matty nodded, “go-go on. It’s good. It’s good to hear you say these things.”

“Not sure what else to say.” She shrugged. “I mean, I liked it. All of it. It was just…a shock. Like, too many new things at the same time, you know?”

“Mhm…keep- keep going.” Matty was positively trembling.

“Ummm….I don’t know. That’s it I guess? It was just overwhelming for a moment. But for some reason it made things better. Like- when you told me to fade away from you and bend over? At first- I panicked-“

“Can I ask why?” His eyes shot up, meeting hers.

“Oh, gosh. This is embarrassing.” She mumbled under her breath. “Cuz- cuz I couldn’t see you. I like seeing your face. I like being able to tell that you were happy with me. That I was doing what you wanted me to do.” Her face turning read, she smiled. “But- the panic, it made the orgasm even better. I didn’t hate it, necessarily….it was just…a lot.”

Matty was tongue tied, his thoughts spiraling. He couldn’t find a beginning or an end to anchor himself to.

“Matty? Are you with me?” Amelia attempted to meet his gaze. “Honestly, I mean it! It didn’t hurt or feel unpleasant. I just-“

“Yeah, well, we’ve talked about this happening in theory.” Matty finally regained his footing. “Remember when I told you to read some shit about ‘subspace’ ? I think…..the excitement, the pain, the pleasure, the anxiety- perfect storm. A cocktail of Adrenalin and endorphins to push you over the edge.”

“Oh.”

“Would explain the sudden inability to speak…the overly emotional state, the….eagerness to do more.” Matty listed all the indications that he recalled her showing.

“Can I ask….Is that- umm….would it also happen to be why everything felt so…strong? Like lights and noises and stuff?”

Matty’s heart ached in his chest. He was sure that kitchen knife stab would be easier to take than this. “Fuck me…..yes, yes it would explain that as well.” He closed his eyes, willing the tears to stay where they are. “Anyway, so, I think, all of that, then throwing that new restrained position on you…demanding that you get me off…it may have been a mistake.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Not ‘may.’ It was a mistake. Definitely. It was my mistake. And I’m- I’m sorry.”

Amelia didn’t know how to feel about this new revelation. She was glad to have an explanation for how her body and her mind had felt, not to feel so helpless over her emotions, but she had no idea what to make of any of it.

“It gets worse.” Matty confessed. “Once you’d safe-worded, i- I should’ve done more. Been better. Taken better care of you.”

“Oh. No…matty you did good. I felt okay. I mean, not really, I was feeling entirely disconnected from my body, but-“

“Yeah that’d be the subspace psychology…”

“Like afterwards. I felt okay waking up the next morning. Just….confused and embarrassed.”

Matty laughed. “So…not okay.”

She smiled at him, “it’s really not that bad, looking back on it now…”

“I was scared. I owed you better. But I was scared that I’d hurt you. I suppose I- didn’t want to admit to myself that I’d missed all the signs. Let it get to a point where you had to tap out. And we hadn’t umm….we hadn’t made a real plan for what happens if you do tap out. I mean, we have our aftercare routine for afterwards….but, I should’ve anticipated that we’d both be in a completely different headspace if we stopped suddenly.” He shrugged. “I got lazy on you.”

“Matty-“

“I did! It’s true. I got complacent. Comfortable. Things were going so well that I didn’t think anything bad could ever happen between us. So- so I was less prepared!!! Even though im always on you about always being prepared. And speaking up. Fuck- what a hypocrite.”

“Matty, don’t say that!”

“I’ve failed you. And I’m so, so, sorry, Amelia.” Matty finally burst into tears. But it didn’t feel enough. He wanted to get on his knees and beg, bow down to her and tell her how much she didn’t deserve his negligence. How much he wishes it were the other way around.

Allowing himself a moment of release, Matty quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and jumped to his feet. “Anyway, erm….the bags in the kitchen. I- I brought some things that we could- I mean, if you’d allow me- and I completely understand if you’d rather not- to make it up to you….take care of you the way that I should have that night. I’ve bought some things. So we could see what you might like to have on hand for emergencies like that. That is….uhhh- if, of course, you’d ever let me touch you again.”

Amelia smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that very much.”

***

“Okay, and then…once you’re calm, well, I guess I’d wanna check for injuries or something.” Matty was running down a new checklist he’d created to ensure that not a single detail is ever lost on him again. “But, since, I’m days later now, and we didn’t use anything that could hurt you….I’ve drawn you a bath, so, if you’d go in there, and- You enjoy that while I get you some food and water.”

“You’d leave me?” Amelia’s voice sounded needier than she’d intended. “By myself?”

Matty was stumped. It was a good thing they were running this rehearsal. “I- erm…had assumed that you’d want some space.”

She shook her head passionately. “No, no! Not at all. All I wanted, that whole night, was you.”

Matty stood there, blinking rapidly, staring at her face. “Okay, then. I’ll sit by the bathtub? Keep you company…”

She stepped forward, hesitantly, decreasing the space between them. “Please get into the bath? With me?” Matty could tell, by the blushing in her face, that this wasn’t easy for her either. “Want you to hold me, please?”

Matty nodded, silently, and began to undress.

***

“Here, you can uhhh…you can have this to wear.”

Amelia looked down at his extended arm and the t shirt that he was offering, chuckling heartily. It was that old ragged brown t shirt that was not so oversized when he’d first bought it. “You love that horrific thing. It’s like your favorite, for some reason.”

“Yes, and you hate it, but it is my favorite, so….now, it’s yours. You know, to wear on days like that. For- I don’t know. Comfort? Not to be so presumptuous as-“

“Shut up and hand it over before I set it on fire or something.”

***

In bed, Matty wrapped his strong, thick arms around her, squeezing her tight, breathing in her hair. She held onto his bicep, her hand tiny in comparison, stroking his arm, up and down, running her fingers over his tattoos. This, she thought to herself, must be the safest place on earth.

With considerable effort, Amelia wiggled within Matty’s tight grip, turning around so she was face to face with him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling herself closer to kiss him. For the first time ever, Matty was stiff to her touch, his lips passive. It wasn’t long before he pulled away, slightly.

“Amelia- what….we shouldn’t.” He whispered despite them being completely alone.

“Matty, please?”

“I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“You’re not going to.”

“It’d be wrong. To- to take advantage. You’re vulnerable right now, and-“

“So are you.” She placed a kiss to his cheek, smiling faintly as she watched his face grow red.

“It’s my job to protect you- we agreed, I’d be a safe trial. I-“

“Please, I need you. I didn’t get to make you feel good last time. Please? Don’t want you to get into the habit of treating me like glass, I’d hate that.”

When he said nothing in return, she kissed him again, and this time, he kissed her back, his arms easing their grip on her, hands lowering to grab her bum. She moaned softly, smiling against his lips.

Matty hovered over her, now naked, body dipping his head to leave gentle kisses all over her.

“Stunning, you are.” He kissed the space between her breasts; her eyes fluttered shut. “Perfect.” He kissed her a little lower this time. “Gorgeous.” He was halfway to her belly button. Her hands naturally moved to hold his curls between them, her breathing quick and shallow, more desperate the closer that he got to her core.

“So good for me,” he mumbled against her skin, his breath raising goosebumps all over her, which did not go unnoticed by Matty.

He grinned, reveling in his power over her body. “Gonna make you feel so good, darlin,’ I promise.”

“Oh, Matty…” she whined, “please do.” Her neck strained against the pillow; her entire body jolting when she felt Matty’s mouth, suddenly, at her clit. “Fuckkk! Yeah….”

Matty growled, smiling to himself. He forbade his other senses from feeling anything but her. His eyes shut, his ears focused only on her melodious sounds. A zealous worshipper, every breath he drew was all her, taking breaks only to kiss and nib the insides of her thighs, his armpinning her down, firmly, as she writhed and shook. Not even her reflexive pulls at his hair could deter him. He was determined to give all of himself to her.

“Sorry, erm…” he smiled, shyly. “Condom.”

She felt his sudden absence sorely, whining out and calling for him to hurry back.

“I know, I know. Sorry, love.”

She heard him wince and shuffle onto the bed and knew that he was back.

“You ready for me?”

“Mhm, please, please, I need you.”

Matty had to restrain himself from instantly pulling her into his arms to ravage his insatiable lust for her, reminding himself that he wanted this to be gentle, soft, precise, slow.

She felt the slow pressure and opened her eyes to watch him throw his head back in pleasure, a long and drawn out moan leaving his lips.

“Fuuuuckkk mee- Amelia. So, fffuckin good. So tight.”

Matty’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he began to thrust into her, soon finding his rhythm. Once he’d given himself a moment to adjust, his finger was back on her clit, gently stroking it the way he knows she needed.

“Ohhh my god, Matty…” she whimpered.

“I know, my love. I’ve got you.” He leaned forward, taking her hands in his and intertwining their fingers together. He laid on top of her, his chest pressed into hers with the full weight of his body.

“You feel s-so good.” He cried out, the overwhelming pleasure bringing tears to her eyes.

Matty kissing and sucking at the skin underneath her ear put her over the edge. She gasped, incoherently repeating “I- I’m gonna- cum…but it’s - it’s too much.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve got you, darlin. Let go, it’s gonna feel g- oh my god- good.”

He felt both her hands squeeze his tightly and knew that she wouldn’t hold on much longer.

With a loud cry of his name, she gasped sweetly into his ear, and he felt her clench and gush around him, trembling as she came undone.

Matty himself couldn’t hold on for much either, her squeezing him tightly through her orgasm, sent his own waves of pleasure on the heels of hers, his head falling to her shoulder, he moaned softly, his eyelashes tickling her skin.

Matty thought he’d heard her whisper “I love you” into his ear as the rush of excitement flooded his mind.

***

Neither of them had the heart to be the one to pull away first, so they remained in that intermingled state, basking in the afterglow of that release, nothing but the hot air, and their rapid breathing mellowing out, in the room around them.

Amelia swallowed harshly, her mouth feeling dry even as her body glistened with hers and Matty’s sweat.

“I love you.” She said more clearly this time.

He couldn’t have mistaken her words this time. And if he had any doubt at all, the feeling of her heart beating furiously against his, after it had just calmed down, was unmistakable.

Matty remained perfectly still, his mind blank. It was it racing so quickly that it was impossible to hold onto any thought? He couldn’t tell the difference.

“Matty? I love you.” Amelia spoke again, helpless to stop herself. Now that it was spilling out of her, it was as if the floodgates had opened. She loves him. She loves him. She loves him….

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 3 months

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Imagine being a new first year who’s super anxious and cute

You watched from behind a street sign, legs shaking and tears already forming. How were you supposed to introduce yourself when you were this nervous!?!

The tallest one which you assumed was your teacher stood arms crossed and casually leaning on a pole while the three students in uniform were eagerly looking around. Well two of them were, the dark haired boy looked bored actually.

“Geez I hate it when people are late, so annoying” the girl complained.

Ah crap, you’re already making bad impressions and you haven’t even met them!!

Ok ok come one, don’t be scared. You’re here for a reason. Ok deep breath.

With shaky steps you finally emerged, crossed the street and waved shyly towards the group.

You finally caught their attention and they all turned towards you.

“H-hi, s-sorry I’m late! My names y/n l/n! It’s n-nice to m-meet e-everyone!” You bowed deeply, cheeks on fire.

Meanwhile Yuji and Nobara froze.

Oh crap did you say something weird?

Hesitantly you raised your head.

“Omg she’s like a pudding cup!!”

“She is she is!”

“Um..” You blushed even harder and hid a little under your scarf.

“Just ignore them, they’re always like this… names Megumi Fushiguro”

“Ah, nice to meet you…”

“And I’m your teacher, satoru gojo! Welcome to Jujutsu high!”

You relaxed a bit at his welcoming demeanor.

“Thank you, I look forward to working with everyone.”

“Ahhh too cute too cute!!!” The girl started hugging you.

“Ah p-please stop!”

“Sorry but I just can’t help it! Wait… your the new first year??”

You were nervous all over again, “um y-yes” ugh were they already disappointed?

“But you’re….” Too sweet looking to hurt a fly let alone a curse… is what they wanted to say.

“I wouldn’t underestimate her just quite yet” Gojo smirked.

“She is a special grade sorcerer after all…”

“What!?!?”

“No way!?!?”

“Seriously…”

“I-I’m really not a-all that g-great” you were practically a tomato now.

“Prove it!” The girl pointed a finger at you.

“Huh?”

“Prove it! Show us what you can do.”

“U-Um, but we’re in public…”

“Oh leave that to me” suddenly your world shifted and you were somewhere else entirely. Somewhere dark and filled with negative energy, within a millisecond you sensed a curse above you.

The three others gasped and were getting into position to do something when your instinct already kicked in. You reached up and let out a large crackling blast of energy that enveloped the curse completely while also disintegrating it.

You mentally scanned for any other curses in the area and snapped your neck to the side zeroing in on a bush and then up in a tree. You lifted your finger like a gun and shot two tinier blasts but with extreme precision. You heard a shriek and muffled groan then felt the presences disappear.

Another scan confirmed that all the curses were taken care of.

Wait… did you just-

“Ah crap I did it again!!! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to show off or anything I just felt the curses and got carried away!!” You were bowing and apologizing profusely to the group that was frozen in awe. Gojo just smirked with his arms crossed.

“Well class, still think she can’t handle it?”

“No fair! I wanna have a finger gun!”

“What about that spirit bomb thing you just did, you gotta teach me that!!”

“Guys calm down…”

“U-um um um!!” Ahhhhhh too much attention!!!

You bolted in the other direction.

“H-hey come back!”

“Sorry we didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!”

“See what you idiots did” megumi frowned.

“Don’t worry she’ll be back” Gojo smiled in amusement. This school year was sure going to be interesting…

-what everyone saw-

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microcosmicheart · 4 months

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What Is It Time To Let Go Of? + Advice

A little tough love ahead.

1 2 3 4

Pile 1

For you Pile 1, it’s time to let go of your current position.

I see you here holding tightly to something you have worked extremely hard to gain. Could be a job or title at work. You may have started on a shakier foundation or at a disadvantage while working towards this thing.

Yet now, you’re here, you love it and it’s yours, but you're starting to crave more and don't know what to do with yourself. You may not even be completely aware of your craving for more and in turn, you're harming others by doing what you know best: protecting your territory.

It’s time to let go of this. It’s okay to want and work for more.

Advice

Your advice is literally to leave this all behind. Set your sights on something new. Understand it's okay to fall out of love with people, places and things.

If you're scared, remember you were scared when you first started and you made it anyway.

I love you, Godspeed

Pile 2

Pile 2 listen and listen well.

It's time for you to stop using mfs.

You have MAJOR control issues and paired with your genius mind, you set things up to have it all running “smoothly”. You may use your attractiveness or overall likeability to have others do things for you.

You also may have a crazy unforgiveness streak. Like you may be the type of person to take a grudge to the grave and this is another thing you need to let go of.

Advice

For your advice, I’m going to speak candidly.

You need to learn how to turn your gift of manipulation into something helpful, not only for others and for the fact that you're harming people when you use them, but especially for yourself. Turn your sights inward.

“Using your powers for good” if you will.

You're literally receiving this message because you’re ready to be made aware of it if you haven't already, but if you know about it this may be your ‘final warning’.

You have a beautiful mind, big aspirations and amazing gifts. You do NOT have to be a bitch to get what you want!

I love you. Fix it.

Pile 3

My beloved pile 3 🙁

At first I was very 🤨 towards your pile because the message didn't seem to want to come through but I see now that it’s being obstructed. Willful ignorance if you will.

I'm going to be straight up with you and tell you: that mentor/coach? They're using you and you know it.

WAIT DONT LEAVE YET HEAR ME OUT.

I know, I get it, I really do. This sport, this club, this group has given you a major opportunity and still is! You’ve also grown to love your teammates and may even look up to this mentor/coach, but it's time to let this cycle of your story go.

For some of you, you may even view this mentor/coach as a stand-in for an important figure who was and is currently supposed to be in your life, but that figure made their choice or had it made for them and they're not here.

But I'd like to remind you that keeping someone around who you've noticed is using you or keeping you from opportunities and telling yourself they're ‘doing it for your own good’ aint it. (It's also a form of settling.)

Advice

Your advice is literally to let this die. It's time to let it go.

I'm sensing you have offers and opportunities elsewhere and just haven't taken them. Let me remind you, if you're good at it here, you'll still be good at it there. (Also, don't worry about it being a Heat to Cavaliers situation. Lebron is ALRIGHT.)

I love you, please do what you need to do, and I can't wait to see you on tv!

Pile 4

PILE 4 COME HERE.

You are entirely too old to be acting the way you are and you KNOW it. It's time for you to get a grip and let all that childish shit go.

I'm talking about the lack of responsibility, them mean ass “jokes”, and the shit you're messing with others for that are just projections of your own personal wounds.

What is up with you? And be fuckin honest. Is it fear of adulthood? Fear of leaving your home behind? Are you afraid you won’t have as much fun if you act your age?

Whatever it is think about it. Sit with it.

Advice

Your advice? GET YO ASS UP!

Listen to me when I say, being stuck at 13,14,15 when you’re 36? Not cool.

And on the flipside, if you had that much fun as a kid, imagine everything and everyone out there waiting for you! People that have had the same problem and that are going to conquer it just like you are.

(Also, some of yall is stessin yo momma out fr 💀)

Get yo shit together my love. Fr.

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littlelonelyone · 1 year

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All Along (George Weasley x Reader)

Warning: 17+, Fluff, Pining, Smut, Fingering, Oral Sex (F), Happy Ending.

Description: Reader has been crushing on George since Year 3 and never tells him about her feelings for him. She notices everything about the boy, even how to tell him apart from his twin. After a certain conversation with her friends one night, Reader finally has the courage to talk to George.

HELLO this doesn’t follow the books! Also this might be the longest fic I ever wrote to date so please forgive me. Hehe enjoy. Check out my other stories as well, thanks! :) <3

I was in love with George Weasley.

I mean who wouldn’t be after all of his crazy antics and all that he’s done for me. I first noticed him in Year 1 while I was waiting to be sorted into a house. I looked around out of curiosity at all the students who had gone through and watched this exact ceremony during their first year. I scanned the room thoroughly, finding some friendly faces who seemed excited about the new students that year and were smiling down at us and then coming across other faces who looked like they just wanted this to be over and done with.

That’s when my eyes found him. Tousled untamed red hair and a huge smile. He was chattering away with the group of people who surrounded him and someone beside him who I now realized was his twin. I watched as he threw his head back in laughter and I suddenly felt the warmest feeling in my chest. I wondered if he felt me staring as he looked in my direction and we made eye contact for a brief moment. Staring back at one another and I watched as his lips slowly curled into a smile. I was the first to break contact due to hearing my name being called.

“(Y/N L/N)” my ears perked up at the sound of my name and I turned around to look at Professor McGonagall who was already looking back at me. I moved through the small crowd of newcomers and confidently headed up the steps towards the stool so I could sit down. Almost immediately after I sat, the sorting hat announced that I would excel in Gryffindor and that was that. The table to my left cheered loudly when they heard the name of their house being called once again. Gryffindor was having a good day, almost the majority of new students had been sorted into their house. My gaze returned to the orange haired boy that I noticed earlier. He was already gazing back at me and cheering. We held eye contact as I made my way over to the Gryffindor table and upon my arrival, he extended his hand out to shake mine and introduced himself. “Hello I’m George Weasley, pleasure to have you here.”

From that very first interaction, George and I had become fast friends. I got to know him better that year and learned that he and Fred, who was his twin brother, just made it onto the Quidditch team. George was a year older than I so for him it was his 2nd Year. Despite our short age difference I had always been welcomed into Georges friend group and also became best friends with Katie Bell, who was the teams chaser.

Although George and I had been friends first, it wasn’t until my 3rd Year when I realized I liked my tall friend. I was sitting down by the black lake thinking of home when suddenly George appeared by my side and asked me what was wrong, in which I didn’t want to burden him with my feelings and simply told him I was fine. He insisted and told me he would listen to me talk about whatever it was that was bothering me. So eventually I caved and told him how I felt kind of lonely since being at Hogwarts was my first time living so far away from my parents and that I really struggled during my first year. I thought he was amazing for staying and listening to me as I vented and I realized that he was a good person. George told me my feelings were valid and basically had this entire speech about being brave and said that if I ever felt lonely, I could always go looking for him and he wouldn’t turn me away. I was touched and told him how I really appreciated him. It wasn’t until he pulled me into a hug and started curling my hair around his finger out of comfort that I had become conscious of him. No one else knew this but my mom used to do that same thing with my hair whenever I was having a rough day and she could always soothe me. My tense body immediately relaxed and George noticed right away. This moment was what started it all and I began thinking, “Maybe I like George more than a friend.”

At first I was in denial but was shut down immediately when I noticed I couldn’t look at Fred in the same way that I viewed his twin brother. Even though they were identical, I always knew which twin was which. After I came to the conclusion that I had feelings for George, I decided it would be best for me to ignore them. I continued to make excuses for myself and tried to stay at a distance but George kept pushing to be in my life and started being even nicer to me. The younger twin didn’t want his friend to feel lonely like she did in her 3rd year so after that he always kept an eye on her. He didn’t even realize (Y/N) was hopelessly crushing on him.

It was now Year 6, it was the twins 7th year. George was one of my good friends. Both of us were apart of the same friend group so we usually spent a lot of time with them as a collective. Currently I was lounging on the couch in the common room waiting for nothing in particular when George descended from the stairs and made his way over the minute his eyes fell upon me, “Hi.” He sat down and leaned his head onto my shoulder. “Hi Fred…” I joked. One of the many things that never failed to amuse me was when they didn’t believe I could tell them apart so I would purposely call the brothers by the wrong name. George scoffed dramatically, “You say you can tell us apart but hear you are calling out the name of my brother, this is blasphemy!” I clicked my teeth with my tongue and scolded him for his theatrics. “You know damn well I know who you are George Weasley.” I reassured him and looked away to stare into the crackling fire. “I could identify you even if my eyes were closed and I heard the sound of your voice.” I admitted. I didn’t know George was currently staring at me with raised eyebrows and was about to speak when we heard the rest of our friends enter the portrait hole and come join us around the fire.

After that little moment with (Y/N) in the common room, George couldn’t help but wonder throughout the rest of the week why his younger friend was able to identify him and his twin without failure. Did they really spend that much time together where she had the opportunity to observe them both and make out what skin blemishes one twin had and the other one didn’t? He really didn’t have the answer to that question since nobody in their 17 years of life was ever able to successfully tell them apart, until now. Even their own mother had difficulties telling the twins apart. The thought of his younger friend taking the time to decipher which twin was which made George smile. No one had ever taken the time to figure out anything about him and his brother. People decided to lump them in as Fred&George, as if they were conjoined twins. The fact (Y/N) could see the twins as their own individual person filled his heart with joy. George was pulled from his thoughts when he was approached by Alicia Spinnet, one of his old friends.

Somewhere in the school, (Y/N) was mindlessly strolling into parts of the castle that she had never been to before but she was too zoned out to come back to reality and correct herself so she continued walking until she heard giggling coming from a nearby classroom and it pulled her out of her thoughts. It was a girl and a boy. Normally she would have kept walking but the sound of the boys laugh caught her attention. She heard that same laugh way too many times for her to misidentify him. (Y/N) gravitated towards the sound of the laugh like a cartoon character who had just smelled a fresh pie in the window. Sure enough, inside the room sat Alicia Spinnet with George and she was flirting with him. I bit the inside of my cheek then did a U turn on my heel and got the heck out of there. I did not want to see that. I ran back in the direction of my dorm.

“And yeah I just wanted to see if you would like to go for a butter beer with me this weekend?” Alicia giggled and asked George on a date after their conversation about being partnered up in Transfiguration and how she had such a fun time. George was about to agree when the image of (Y/N) popped up in his head and he stopped in his tracks. He decided to take that as a sign not to go and instead declined the invitation and apologized. After they parted ways he began looking for the girl that was now on his mind. Why did he have this odd feeling. George sighed and pushed the thought out of his head. He began looking for (Y/N).

(Y/N) had grumpily made her way back to the dorms where her best friend Katie Bell was hanging out and doing homework with their mutual friend Angelina.

Upon my arrival to said dorm, I plopped onto my bed and buried my head in a pillow. Katie noticed immediately and excused herself to come over to my bed. She sat down next to me and began running her fingers through my thick locks and asked what was bothering me. I shook my head and grumbled, “Nothing just tired.” But she knew better than that. Katie knew me like the back of her hand. She began taking individual locks of hair and curling it around her finger knowing this action was my weakness and I would soon cave and tell her what was on my mind.

I sighed and turned my head to look at her. “That’s not fair! You know I can’t be upset when you do that.” I let my eyes close as Katie continued curling my hair around her finger. “I feel like you already know what I’m about to say..” I whispered and started to chew on my bottom lip. Katie chuckled and nodded, “Unfortunately, I know you more than you know yourself.” “At this point I’m pretty sure everyone does.” I said whilst sitting up and started staring at my hands. “It’s just.. it’s not like I want to be in love with one of my best friends but I can’t help what I feel! He’s always there with his nice face and kind words making sure I’m alright and he’s always hugging me or leaning on me, what am I supposed to do or how am I supposed to react!?” I exclaimed. Angelina looked over at her friends. She felt bad for her friend who couldn’t admit to her feelings in fear of ruining the dynamic that she and George had with each other. Angelina made her way over to her friends and knelt down next to Katie. “You know (Y/N), you could always just tell him how you feel about him. George cares about you so much and I know he would never hurt you. But right now you’re hurting yourself and it’s time to accept these feelings or move on.” With that being said, Angelina tucked a strand of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear and exited their shared dorm. The dark haired girl had always been the blunt one out of the trio and always said what others didn’t want to hear.

My eyes drifted to my best friend and I gasped dramatically at the way she was looking at me. Like as if she agreed with what Angelina was saying. “Come on K not you too!” I whined and pushed her hand away from my head. She began to slowly nod as if she was hesitant to disagree with her best friend in fear she would be upset with her. I rolled my eyes. We sat in silence for a while just thinking before I obnoxiously sighed, knowing there was no other way around this and my friends were right. It was time for me to let go of these feelings. Either he felt the same way and would reciprocate my feelings or I was about to make a huge mistake but I deserved to think with a clear head. “Okay!” I finally agreed. “Okay?” Katie looked kind of shocked. “Okay. Im going to tell him how I feel!” Katie tackled me out of joy knowing how big of a step I was taking and told me how proud of me she was. After this conversation we discussed when I should ask George to talk. I was nervous yet kind of excited. I just hoped he felt something for me as well.

George had finally reached the common room just as (Y/N) was coming back down the stairs. They immediately made eye contact and George beckoned her over with the nod of his head. She bid her goodbyes to Katie and made her way over to him. “Hi Georgie.” She said then leaned over to hook their arms and face him towards the direction he just came from. “Care to join me for a walk around the castle?” She peered up at him through her long eyelashes and he couldn’t help but notice how pretty she looked tonight. All of a sudden he thought about Alicia and felt glad he didn’t agree to the date. He showed off his nice white teeth and smiled that gorgeous smile (Y/N) adored so much and he nodded, letting the younger girl drag him along. They were walking in comfortable silence for about 10 minutes until (Y/N) finally broke the ice and spoke. “George? You would never hurt me right?” She asked, making them both stop walking. He gulped. Why was she suddenly asking this? Did she know about Alicia? Was she jealous? Why would she be jealous anyways and why was he wishing she was? “I mean I know you would never hurt me. I don’t know why I asked that..” (Y/N) blushed and looked away letting out a laugh due to her being a little embarrassed. (Y/N) actually knew why she was asking this question. She was trying to prepare herself for the big confession her and Katie planned.

Without another word, George shook his head and in a flash, pulled her right against his chest. Was she feeling lonely again? Feeling confident, he kissed the top of her head and began to speak, “I would never dream of hurting you love, are you okay? What’s with the sudden question?” He pulled away a little and forced her to look at him. She couldn’t hide the blush that appeared on her face. “Uh nothing just a random thought, I promise I’m okay!” She removed her face from his grasp and buried it back in his chest. “I don’t think I could ever handle losing you to be honest.” (Y/N) admitted out of the blue and inhaled his scent in doing so. This unexpected confession made Georges heart flutter and he squeezed her a little closer.

One thing he always admired about (Y/N) was her confidence and her ability to always say what she was currently thinking. In a way, he found her rather intimidating but also found himself drawn to the younger girl. They relaxed in each others embrace and (Y/N) found herself pushing him to the nearest wall. This was it. There couldn’t have been a more perfect time. Whatever she was doing, George liked it and the feeling of her guiding him, had him wrapped around her finger in a swift second. She slowly moved her head upwards and stood up on her tiptoes, about to place a kiss against the spot between his shoulder and neck, when the sound of people running and yelling had startled the pair and George had grabbed her and pulled her into a nearby classroom.

Inside the classroom, he leaned against a desk and looked down in disappointment, feeling like he just missed something important. (Y/N) wasn’t going to let this little interruption ruin what she was about to do a moment ago and she rushed over to George, ducking to where he hung his head and pressed her lips against his, lifting his head in the process. Her hand going to his cheek to hold. George was stunned, he didn’t even have time to react and kiss back before (Y/N) pulled away. “Godric forgive me!” She exclaimed and stepped back a little before she began to pace back and forth. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go!” She ranted to him and he stayed quiet, feeling rather confused in that moment, trying to process what just happened. “I should’ve asked if I was allowed to kiss you, I’m sorry George.” (Y/N) bit her lip and looked down momentarily, before bringing her attention back to him. “I asked you to come for a walk because I had something to tell you but I kind of got swept up in the moment so I apologize..” She started and George just nodded his head, waiting for her explanation. “I actually wanted to talk about us… You’re probably wondering why I kissed you and the answer to that question is..” (Y/N) stopped herself and gulped. “The answer to that q-question is that I-I really like you George.” She finally managed to spit out. “I like you so much and not being able to tell you such a huge secret has been eating me alive and I really needed you to know that.” (Y/N) whispered the last few words, looking at the ground as she slowly lost her confidence and slowly backed away. She did not want to see the look on Georges face right now.

Just as she turned to run away, George reached out for her and pulled her against him. Her back was now pressed to his chest and he rested his head on top of hers as he wrapped his left arm around her waist and his right hand reached out for a strand of her long hair, curling it around his finger. Neither of them spoke during this little moment that they were having. (Y/N)s eyes slowly shut and she exhaled, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. George continued playing with her hair and slowly started to rub circles over her tummy. Trying to calm her down. Even with the position they were in, he could still feel how fast her heart was beating and noticed how she quivered a little. He had never seen her in a state like this before. Always seeing her when she was confident and at her best, only letting herself be sad in front of him when he really pushed for it. All in the span of 10 minutes, she had been acting so out of place and frantic and it wasn’t a side that George ever saw. It now hit him, her letting him see how vulnerable she was in that moment was really difficult for his normally confident friend and she truly meant what she said. (Y/N) really did have feelings for him and he wouldn’t have asked for anything better if he was given the chance.

His chin moved from the top of her head to her left shoulder so he could try get a look at her face. When he was successful, his heart skipped a beat at the expression that was displayed across the beautiful girls face. (Y/N)s eyes were closed and she wasn’t smiling nor frowning, instead she looked very content being wrapped in his embrace and she had a faint pink blush that appeared and rested across her nose. She was breathing steadily again, the action of George playing with her hair making her feel completely calm and her heartbeat became steady as well.

George now realized why there always seemed to be more than what he claimed when he always watched over (Y/N) and protected her from everything. Why he had declined the invitation from Alicia all because the image of her popped into his mind. He always loved her. From the moment they first saw each other in her first year when she was about to be sorted. The way they couldn’t stop gazing at one another as if they knew one day, they would become that very person for each other, the person they couldn’t stand to be apart from.

Without another word, George removed his hand from the girls waist and all the way to her chin, then in an instant he had moved her face so she could look back at him. Her eyes opened and she realized how close they were to one another. George leaned a little closer before asking her for permission to kiss her. She could only nod, scared of what her voice might sound like and that was it. Their lips molded with each others and George pulled her closer against him. His hand was now slightly around her neck and his fingers held her jaw in place so they could reach each other and kiss.

I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. George pretty much accepted my confession and we were now kissing. My hand wrapped around his wrist, the one he had around my neck and I slowly removed it, pushing it downwards and guided it to rest overtop my right boob. His eyes opened once he felt her. George could never bring himself to do this with another girl, always stopping the minute he thought of (Y/N) and disliked how the guilt would become too unbearable. But this was different. This was who he wanted all along and she was letting him touch her in intimate places, these little movements letting him know that she trusted him and she wanted him to do this to her.

Once her hand dropped from his, it was like her silent way of letting him know he could take over and he begin squeezing and rotating her breast, observing her to see if this was making her feel something. (Y/N) stopped kissing George for a moment to let out a breathy moan and this encouraged him to carry on. She reconnected their lips and their kisses got sloppier as his hand dragged over her stomach and slowly lifted up her top so he could get his hand under it. His hand moved back up towards her boob and he began squeezing it again, now feeling the thin material of her bra and he found himself getting turned on. As George continued feeling her up, he had switched out his left hand and instead, started to touch her breast with his right. His left hand was now moving down her stomach and stopped just above her waistband. (Y/N) knew what he was silently asking permission for and she whispered into the kiss, “Fucking touch me already George.”

With this demand, Georges hand quickly unbuttoned her jeans and now hovered over her clothed vagina, hesitating as if they hadn’t already crossed a line they couldn’t return from. Just as (Y/N) pushed her tongue into Georges mouth, he began to rub her pussy over her panties and she moaned into his mouth. Finally feeling the pleasure she so desperately needed and she began to spread her legs. He soon realized how difficult this position was and in one swift movement, he quickly switched so (Y/N) was now sitting on the desk he once leaned on. George removed her pants completely then grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the edge. He peered into her eyes as they shined back up at him and he knew she had him once again. (Y/N) had the boy wrapped around her finger and could make him do anything she desired. She knew it too.

I grabbed George by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to me so we could make out again. I was obsessed with the way our lips moved perfectly together and I knew I wouldn’t be able to kiss anybody else after him. George Weasley had me under this spell and I didn’t care to be saved anytime soon. I wanted to be swallowed by this love. I wanted to feel the parts of him I never felt before. My hands moved to his pants and I fought with the buckle, this action letting George know what I wanted and he caught my attention as he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth. I bit my lip at the show he was so obviously putting on for me and spread my legs once I realized what it was for. As if I wasn’t already wet enough for him to stick his fingers inside me, George being the kind of person he was to me, wanted to make sure I was 100% comfortable and didn’t feel too much stretching when he began to prepare me for what was to come next.

I leaned in to place a soft kiss to the side of (Y/N)s mouth before I moved her panties to the side and spread her lips. My thumb immediately went to her clit and I began rubbing hard circles against it, causing her to buck her hips and moan. I bit my lip, fuck she sounded sexy. Finally, my finger hovered over her hole and I slowly pushed it into her, feeling her stretching and pulsating around my finger and I continued to push it all the way inside her. “Fuck you’re tight.” I told her and placed a sloppy kiss to her thigh to let her know it was a good thing. A dark red blush was now showing on her face and her breathing was becoming shallow. I slowly fingered her and watched closely as her pussy seemed to swallow my digit over and over. When she started feeling more wet, I added another finger and continued expertly fucking her with my fingers at the same time that I rubbed her clit. (Y/N) was now moaning and moving her hips so Georges fingers could hit perfectly. “I-I’m going to-“ before she could even finish her sentence, George had stopped fingering her and replaced them with his tongue. He knew he could drive her over the edge with how sensitive he had made her by stopping and he flicked his tongue out to lick her reddened clit.

“G-George please-“ She cried and tried grinding down onto his face only for him to slightly pull back, attempting to tease her. “FUCK! George please just do something I-I!” (Y/N) was starting to feel the effects of her denied orgasm and she couldn’t speak a coherent sentence. George chuckled only wanting to tease her a little before he finally ate her up. With one last agonizingly slow lick to her clit, he shoved his fingers back inside her and began performing the best oral sex she had ever experienced. Sucking hard on her clit and curling his fingers deep inside her. (Y/N) clawed at his hands and pulled at his hair, trying to bring him closer. She was beginning to feel overstimulated but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. With one last guttural moan leaving her mouth, she arched her back so high off the desks she laid across and he continued to lap at her sensitive pussy as she rode out her orgasm. With one final sigh, he pulled his fingers out of her and pulled her up so he could kiss her again. She didn’t even care that she could taste herself on his tongue, it made the kiss so much hotter.

As they began to make out again, her hand moved down to his still hard dick and pumped it a few times, making him bite her lip as he attempted to suppress his moans. She raised an eyebrow and rubbed her finger over the head, noticing a bit of pre cum leaking out and she started to spread her legs once again. “Fuck me.” She said in the most sexiest voice George had ever heard and he roughly grabbed her thighs and shoved himself inside her, his head fell back and he let out a loud moan at how warm and tight she felt and once again, he began to move in and out of her. As he fucked her even faster, both of their feelings began to build up and they couldn’t hold it anymore. “Fuuuuuck I love you!” George moaned out and continued to fuck her hard. “I love you!” He repeated and she couldn’t help as her tears welled up in her eyes and she felt overwhelmed. This was actually happening and to top it off, she didn’t even say I love you yet. It was all George.

His thrusts had started becoming sloppier and sloppier as he neared his release and she sat up whilst he was still inside her, helping him to reach an even deeper angle and she tossed her arms around his neck, biting down on it hard as George hit something over and over and she knew she was going to cum again. With one last thrust of his hips and her grinding down to meet with him, they both came at the same time and blurted out how much they loved each other. George pressed his lips back onto hers. Emptying himself inside her before he finally pulled out. Her legs were so shaky and his knees felt wobbly. He quickly flicked his wand and said a spell that sort of cleaned them up. George helped (Y/N) dress then gently helped her down from the desk.

“You okay?” George asked me and I smiled at his now concerned yet red face. He really decided to act flustered now after all we just did. I giggled then leaned on my tip toes so I could reach up and kiss him. “Do you want to go have a bath?” I suggested after we separated and he nodded, scooping me up in his arms and insisting that I was going to be sore later.

Ignoring her pleas to be put down, he walked in the direction of the bathroom so he and his new love could get cleaned up and go finish off their night cuddling in bed.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader fic #harry potter #my fic #smut #x reader #teasing

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lyszyx · 6 months

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Platonic Date

୨ . . . . 𝘈 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 . . . . ୧

˗ˏˋ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.7𝘬 ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 ˎˊ˗

You had known Heeseung for a few months now, after your best friend Jungwon had introduced him to you. Jungwon always loved the idea of his best friends getting along with you since you were an important person to him, in a platonic way. His best friend group consisted of Jake, Sunghoon, Jay and Heeseung, the latter one being the oldest.

Apart from your best friend Jungwon you didn’t have many people you liked to see often. Sure, Yujin here and there but apart from her that’s it. Mentioning ‘liked’ because there were also other people you had to see, just not with much enjoyment. These people were your father’s colleagues their sons and daughters, which your father forced you to like. You always agreed to meeting them to make sure your dad’s connections don’t fall apart.

You did not click with these people at all, in fact you somewhat despised them. They always threw obvious glares at you and after that acted like you were their favourite person roaming earth when in fact they disliked seeing you as much as you did. Your dad was the lowest position among all of your parents, which made them believe that looking down on you was the way to go. They did well at looking down on you, making you walk out at the end of the night with a heavy heart, doubting yourself and your abilities along with those of your father.

It was another of those meet-ups but this one was a little different, challenging. All these years all of them had brought dates to the meet-ups, you never bringing one because who would you bring? But this year they asked you, well practically demanded you, to bring a date.

“Wonie please save me from this hellish dinner that I have in two days.” you whined and cried, “I mean how the hell am I even supposed to find a date in two days?!” Jungwon chuckled, “Don’t act like you haven’t known about the date thing for a while, y/n. Just ask one of the guys, no? I mean Heeseung’s a good looking dude, they’d be drooling all over him the entire night but he’ll be right next to you. Great way to get back at them.” He gave you his oh-so-amazing idea, your face immediately lighting up at the thought of them drooling over your date. Although you loved this idea, since Heeseung is one good looking man, worries washed over you. “Won’t Heeseung think this is weird? What if he thinks I’m just using him?” You explained your worries to Jungwon, him immediately shaking his head. “I know Heeseung and so do you, he’d be more than down to help you.” He reassures you. You nod at Jungwon, “Thanks wonie, I’ll go now. I’ll give someone a call.” You smile at your best friend as you headed towards his front door, opening it and leaving to go home.

“Hey y/n, what’s up?” Heeseung picked up the call basically immediately, not leaving you waiting. “Hey Heeseung! I um-“ you stutter. “I wanted to ask you for a favour.” You managed to finish your sentence somehow. Heeseung hums in response, “How can I help?” he asks you carefully. “Well you see, this is something very annoying to ask but Jungwon kinda convinced me to do it.” You hesitate continuing to explain the situation but realise that you’d rather ask this than go through hell if you show up without a date. “I have this annual thing with my dad’s colleagues their sons and daughters and I’m kind of forced to bring a date. These people are actually really annoying and kinda horrible and honestly I wouldn’t want to take you there, I’m just really desperate. I don’t want to humiliate myself showing up without someone once again, y’know? It’s been like this every year.” You catch your breath, “So I was wondering if you would want to come as my platonic date.”

“Sure” His answer was short and easy but clear “One thing though,” and it was too good to true. “I’ll go if I can take you on an actual date sometime.” Heeseung blurted out, this was past your expectation of what he could’ve possibly said. “Huh?” You audible questioned what had just been said. “I think you heard what I said, y/n.” He said shyly, from the way he sounded you knew he was smiling brightly. “Um, yeah. We can make that work,” you hesitated on saying what you want to say next “But why?” you questioned. “Why what? Why I want to go on a date with you?” He replied and you nodded, even though he can’t see you. “Because I think you’re pretty, inside and out. So I’d like to get to know you on a more personal level.” He continued, as if he knew you were nodding. What he said left you baffled, Heeseung had an eye on you and you never noticed.

“Deal.” You reply to his confession. “We need to be there at 7pm this saturday. Dress code is formal but you know, the young adult type of formal. Dress shirt with jeans, tie is optional.” you explained, going too much in detail and blabbering out of disbelief of what Heeseung had just told you. “I’ll come to yours at 6:30, is that fine?” He asked. You nodded again, this time also replying to him “Yes, that’s good. It’ll be dinner so make sure you have an empty belly.”. “Alright, see you then y/n.” You exchanged your goodbyes and with that you ended the call.

Your doorbell rang through your apartment sending shivers down your spine knowing who was at your door. You were wearing your dark blue silk dress, make-up half finished as you ran towards the front door. You swing the door open, revealing the tall male wearing a white dress shirt with black jeans, as told. “Hi” You shyly say as you open the door more, inviting Heeseung in. “Hey y/n, you look stunning.” You gave him a little twirl as you smiled at him. “Thank you so much, I got this dress last week! Jungwon helped me pick the color!” You told him excitedly. “Jungwon has good taste, as we’ve been knew.” Heeseung laughed as he said that, trying not to look awkward.

“I still have to finish my make-up, if you wanna join me in the bathroom.” you invited him along as you make your way towards the bathroom. “It already look good though?” he questioned as he examined your face. “I’m missing lashes and eyeliner.” You help him out as he seemed to struggle figuring out what you hadn’t finished yet. He muttered out a small ‘ah’ as he walked into the bathroom with you. You took out the small stool you were previously sitting on, placing it next to Heeseung and allowing him to sit down. “Weren’t you using that?” He asked you with a confused face. You nodded at him, “I need to be closer to the mirror for this, so it’s best if I stand up now.” You explained to him. You noticed he still hasn’t sat down, “Please Heeseung, I insist.” You pout your bottom lip, causing the male to sit down immediately.

As time ticked by, your realised it was time to go. “I dread this.” You looked at Heeseung, sad and worried expression on your face. “If anything’s wrong, you tap my hand and I’ll tell them I don’t feel well and that we’ll go home. Okay?” You smiled gratefully at him, thanking Jungwon in your head for giving you the idea of asking Heeseung along. The drive towards the restaurant didn’t take long, around 7 minutes. As your arrived Heeseung noticed some of the cars parked in front of it, “Are these those guys’ cars by any chance?” He questions. “There’s a huge chance, yes.” Heeseung gave you an impressed look, getting ready to open his door and leave the car before you stopped him. He turned his head to look at you. “Look, these people are the absolute worst. Please let me know as soon as you want to leave, okay?” you told him, to which he nodded, “I tap your hand, you tap mine.”

“Y/nie! So nice to see you again sweetheart! Who’s this fine gentleman you brought along?” There was Karina, the one who loved picking on you and encouraging the others to do so as well. “This is Heeseung, he’s my-“ “Boyfriend” Heeseung finished. You tried hiding your face of disbelief, being sure that you were not hiding it well. “Oh my god? You didn’t tell you had a boyfriend?” Karina says in the most mocking voice possible. “Since when do you bag fine men?” She added. Heeseung’s hand that was positioned on your waist tightened, obvious discomfort and anger in his body language. As more people walked into the restaurant, Karina left the two of you. “You just let them walk over you like that?” Heeseung questions you. “I have to, for my dad.” You reply to him. Heeseung turned his head around, ruffling his hair a little. “I won’t be able to stay here for long if it’s like this all night, y/n.” He confesses to you and you appreciate his honesty. “That’s okay, just tap my hand.” Heeseung nods at your reply.

As dinner progresses, comments got worse and worse. ‘Did you pay him to come?’ ‘Is he your cousin?’ and many more. So many that Heeseung felt like giving up. He tried his best to stay the entire night to please you, so you wouldn’t disappoint your dad but these he was tired of seeing you get walked over. So he taps your hand, it’s light so you weren’t sure it was on purpose. You turn your head to look at him as he looks back at you, tapping your hand once again, clear this time. You nod at him, giving him the go, “Hey, I’m so sorry for cutting off your conversation but I’m actually not feeling too well and I think it’s best y/n and I head home.” He starts off. “See you again next time, everyone.” And with that he stands up, one hand grabbing yours, the other your purse. Heeseung didn’t even give the others time to respond, he just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

At last the two of you made it outside. “I’m so sorry Heeseung…” You were staring at your feet on the ground. “But thank you for putting yourself through this to do me a pleasure. I appreciate that, a lot.” Heeseung seemed to have calmed down at your words, forgetting about the previous two hours as if it never even happened. His hand found its way on top of your head, caressing your hair as a way of showing comfort. “It’s okay.” he whispered. His hand fell for from your head to your shoulder, squishing the skin and pulling you a little closer into a side hug. “I have an idea.” he suddenly says, causing your head to pop up. “How about we park the car at your apartment and get some drinks, talk and get to know each other better?” He suggests, immediately earning a bright smile from you. “That would be very nice mr. Lee” You chuckle.

Both of you were now walking to the nearest convenience store, a CU being 7 minutes away from your apartment. “I still have some soju at home but that’s it.” you tell Heeseung. “Let’s get some beer then.” Heeseung says as he smiles at you as he holds the door of the store open for you. You mouth a ‘thank you’ as you walk in. Heeseung heads straight towards the alcoholic drinks, taking some, as you look at the snacks.

You both found some things, Heeseung had the drinks and you had the snacks. As the cashier was scanning you were taking out your card but before you knew it Heeseung had paid. You sulk, “We’re going to my place, I should provide!” Heeseung just chuckles it off as he grabs the two bags from the cashier, saying thank you and goodbye before he walks off. You stay there for a bit, sulking at Heeseung back as you watch him walk away, before following after him. “Not fair ya know?” You mutter as you were now stood beside the male. “It was my idea, it’s only logical that I pay, y/n.” he defends himself with an ear to ear smile on his face, a smile you can’t be annoyed with.

It was now well into the evening, both of you being a little drunk. The more drinks you had, the more tension started building up. Sexual tension that is, coming from both Heeseung and you. You previously played some drinking games, asking each other questions. As time passed, questions got more personal and sensual. “Wanna get more comfortable in the couch?” You proposed to him, him immediately agreeing. You stumble towards the couch, Heeseung tagging along. He sneakily finds your hand, as a way to ‘support you stumbling’. Good thing you were drunk, your face was already red so he couldn’t notice the blush spreading on your cheeks.

Heeseung had the entire couch yet chose to sit right next to you, leaving your heart pounding. You were sat in silence, taking each others faces in and smiling like a bunch of idiots. “Can I lay my head on your lap?” you ask him shyly. “No” his reply is stern, leaving you confused. “I mean, it’s just…” he was stuttering, not knowing what to say or how to explain his current situation. Fact is, you knew his current situation, having noticed the bulge in his pants as soon as you stood up to go to the couch. You just wanted to tease him a bit. You change your sitting position, now slagging to the side looking at the male sat beside you. “It’s okay, I understand.” you smile sheepishly at him.

It doesn’t take much longer before your hands found their way on his cheeks, pulling him closer to attach your lips to his. Though the tension was strong, the kiss was very soft and innocent. It was more a way of showing liking rather than initiating something sexual. The kiss lasted around 3 seconds. After you pulled away Heeseung’s eyes were still closed, as if anticipating another kiss, so you comply. This kiss was deeper, less innocent than the previous one. You knew after this kiss there was no turning back, you wouldn’t be able to get enough of him from now on. That way a make out session started, sloppy and messy kisses being exchanged. It didn’t take much longer before Heeseung latched his hand around your knee, pulling your leg over him so you were straddling him, making you feel his hardened member. “Just for me?” You tease. “Mhm, just for you.” he replies, leaving you thirsting for all of him. Everything and all of him.

Even though you were drunk, you were still aware of what was happening. Because of that panic shot through your head, thinking this might be stupid since you’re drunk. “Hee-Heeseung” you tried whispering in between kissed. He hummed in response, pulling away and allowing you to talk. “Let’s leave this for another time, when we’re both sober?” You weren’t sure if you just asked a question or made a statement but you were sure that going on would be stupid, since this could possibly ruin your friendship. “Oh my god, yes. I’m so sorry y/n I-“ You cut him off immediately with a small peck, “Heeseung, I loved this don’t get me wrong. I just want us to be fully aware of what we’re doing. Hence why I think it’s best to wait…” you trailed off, scared you sounded dumb or afraid. Heeseung nodded his head vigorously, clearly agreeing with what you were saying. “Maybe it’s best I go home, it’s hard to keep my hands to myself right now.” He suggested, you immediately jumping up “No! You’re not driving in this state Hee. Just, spend the night here. I’ll take the couch ‘kay?” You started walking towards the blankets piled up next to the sofa when Heeseung started talking. “I’m not letting you sleep on the couch. I’ll be fine here y/n, just slee comfortably in your bed.” You didn’t feel like bickering or denying his offer so just complied, nodding your head. And like that the night had come to an end

note: i disappeared for a while and i’ll probably do it again but hope you enjoyed this!!! definitely more parts coming up so stay tuned <3

#lee heeseung #heeseung #fanfic #enhypen #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #enhypen smut #heeseung fic #lee heeseung fic #lee heeseung smut

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Whiskey Dick

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: The crisis of the one bed trope.

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, mentions of whisky dick.

Word count: 1858

Authors note: I’m not sure how I’m feeling about this one but I hope ya’ll enjoy :D

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“This is an emergency!” Lando had barely gotten the door open before Daniel was storming into his teammate’s hotel room, only to be met with 6 pairs of eyes on him instead of just the one he was expecting, “are you guy hanging out without me?”

“I’m allowed other friends” Lando immediately countered.

“Plus, you’re old” Max threw in for good measure.

The round of nodding in agreement made Daniel momentarily forget why he had even stormed in here, thoroughly offended by what he’d been faced with.

“Fuck off, I’m at defcon 5 and you’re calling me old you asshole!” the closest pillow was hurled in Max’s direction, the latter only narrowly missing the projectile to the face.

“I don’t know what Defcon 5 is?” Carlos quietly piped up, unsure of what exactly was happening.

“Isn’t that like the good one?” George honing in on this part of the conversation too.

“Yeah, I think defcon 1 is the bad one? 5 is like, society is normal, is it not?” Charles was also thoroughly confused, all of them lacking on knowledge of American politics and war.

“I’m not fucking American! Who cares which one is the bad one! What I’m trying to tell you is I am up shits creak, and it is so bad that I am standing in front of a bunch of boys no older than their middle 20’s for help, so please, I am begging you, help!” the outburst was completely unexpected and a blanket of silence fell over the entire room, wide eyed and terrified, not a single other driver dared utter another word, waiting for the explanation.

“Thank you, now, the hotel fucked up, and me and my PA are now sharing a room” Daniel began his explanation, more so to Lando than anyone else, the only driver fully aware of his predicament.

“Your PA? Like, the one you’re in love with?” suddenly Lando was understanding the seriousness of the situation .

“The exact fucking one and I have been in the room, she isn’t here yet, but I’ve seen the room” Daniels eyes were wide, the panic evident in his tone.

“Oh my god, there’s one bed” Lando never thought he’d ever get to witness this situation ever play out and truthfully, he was delighted to see it happening, and better yet, he was going to help make sure that this was going to work out in the best way possible.

“There is one fucking bed” Daniel could feel himself begin to hyperventilate, hands on his knees, head dipped low, desperately trying to regain his breath, which was seemingly more and more impossible the more he got into his own head.

“One bed trope” Lando whispered in awe.

“One bed trope!” Carlos was suddenly on his feet, giddy smile matching Lando’s, both of them suddenly jumping up and down in excitement.

“What’s a one bed trope?” Pierre was the first to ask, the other drivers still watching the display in front of them, not willing to break away from the confusion just yet.

“Do your guys girlfriends not explain this stuff to you?” Lando asked the group in front of him.

“Aren’t you single?” Max threw back at him.

“Aren’t you a bitch?” Lando immediately retorted, not his best, he knew that, but it did the job.

“The one bed trope,” Carlos began, throwing a look towards Lando and Max, a stern warning to keep it civil, “it’s like a thing in media, where the two people who are in love with each other end up in a situation where they have to share a bed, and there are a bunch of different options for what could happen, but ultimately in ends up with them cuddling or confessing feelings or something, basically, Daniel, if you’re in love with her, this is a best case scenario.”

“This is not a best case scenario, this, this is so far from a best case scenario, this isn’t a made up story, this is my life, I should just take the floor right?” he asked Carlos directly, considering he knew the most about what he was experiencing.

“If you love her, why would you take the floor?” George was inclined to agree with Carlos here, this was the best situation Daniel could find himself it, “we’ve all seen you two together man, honestly I’m surprised you guys aren’t dating yet, she wouldn’t feel weird about sharing a bed with you.”

“Okay, so since you guys clearly aren’t grasping how delicate this situation is, firstly, just because I am in love with her, does not mean she is in love with me, also, I am her boss, isn’t this some icky power dynamic situation?” Daniel began explaining himself.

“Did you just use the word Icky?” Pierre wasn’t even entirely sure he knew exactly what that meant, the language barrier clearly being exactly that, a barrier.

“Fuck off, secondly, say we do, you know, sleep in the same bed together, and we wake up next to each other for the first time, magic yes?” the other drivers nodding along, deeply enthralled in this make-believe scenario that may very quickly become Daniels reality, “no! not magic! What if I fart? What if I fart and she’s trapped in the bed with me and then she thinks I’m disgusting? What happens when I wake up and Im cuddling her and I have a fucking boner? Because I am obviously going to get one if I have the woman I love’s ass against me! Then there’s an HR issue! And then I’m clearly never getting a date with her! I’m obviously not even going to be able to fall asleep I’m so fucking nervous, Jesus, how can you tell if you’re having a heart attack, I think I’m having a heart attack” next minute Daniel was on the floor, trying to control his breathing as the other drivers just witnessed his full on break down over what about to become a super simple fix, all thanks to Charles.

“We could always give you whisky dick?” all heads swung around to Charles, silence filling the room at the absurd suggestion, until it didn’t sound so absurd anymore. “That way, he gets there, passes out, no boner, because you know, physically incapable, and too hungover the next morning to be able to get it up, no issue with HR, plus, with you absolutely fucked up drunk, she technically holds all the power, so no power imbalance?"

“Get me drunk right now” Daniel was already belly crawling to the mini fridge in Lando’s room, fully onboard with the plan.

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“I’m sorry, we didn’t mean to get him so drunk” they did, but Lando was obviously not about to tell you that as he hobbled inside your shared room with Daniel draped over his shoulder, beelining for the bed to make sure Daniel passed put as quickly as possible. This entire plan was going perfectly, Lando might have had his doubts in the beginning, but Charles really had pulled through and so had George with whatever the fuck liquor he had grabbed from his bag.

“Is everything okay? Why exactly were you getting him so drunk?” you giggled as you helped Lando drop Daniel on his side of the bed, slowly beginning to unlace his shoes, completely oblivious to the blissed out look Daniel was sending your way.

“He’s just going through some-"

“I’m in love with you”

Fuck.

Your head whipped towards Daniel at nearly the same speed Lando’s did. Both of you shocked for completely different reasons.

The one part of their plan that they clearly hadn’t accounted for was the liquid courage.

“I’m in love with you but now I have whisky dick and HR won’t be a problem and we can share a bed” Neither you nor Lando’s eyes left Daniels face as he slurred out his feelings towards you.

“Stuff, he’s going through some stuff.” Lando decided to just ignore this had happened at all, refusing to deviate from the careful plan they had come up with, hoping you’d be willing to brush past it just like he was forcing himself to.

“I’m assuming that was the stuff?” you nodded towards Daniel.

“This wasn’t the best plan we’ve ever come up” Lando at this point felt like it was time to come clean, it couldn’t get worse than it already was at this moment and any clean up would have to be a tomorrow problem.

“Clearly,” both your gazes landed on a now snoring Daniel, Lando thanking his lucky stars that he couldn’t cause any more problems if he was asleep, “I assume he didn’t want to share a bed with me then?”

“Not because he didn’t want to, because, like he just said, he’s in love with you, he just didn’t want you uncomfortable, and he’s convinced that you don’t feel the same?” Lando dragged the last part out, hoping you’d catch onto his question.

“What do you mean he’s convinced I don’t feel the same?” flashbacks of a drunken night of your own and agonising confessions slipping past your own lips surfaced and you couldn’t help but feel your face get warm from the embarrassment.

“What do you mean?” Lando could honestly say he was now beyond confused

“So, cards on the table, remember like a month ago when the entire team got a bit too wasted, myself included, well, I might have told him I was in love with him, and he just didn’t say anything so” you’d now tucked Daniel in completely, grabbing your own pillows to chuck on the floor at the end of the bed, ready to climb into your own makeshift bed on the floor.

“So, two things, did he not say anything or did you black out? And two, you do realize he cannot remember that night, like, at all, start to finish, poof, gone in his mind” Lando followed you as you made your way to the door, ready to let him out.

“He doesn’t remember?” this changed everything, literally everything, especially after what he’d just confessed himself, Lando only shook his head, letting you know that yeah, Daniel had no clue you’d confessed to him first, “and now he has whisky dick, pity.”

“why’s that a pit- oh ew, don’t mention you wanting to shag in front of me, that’s gross, just, go climb into bed next to him and when you wake up in his arms confess your feelings and stop, just, ew” Lando couldn’t help but smile as you giggled at his own immaturity.

“Weird, this is like, that one bed trope” you laughed as you began closing the door.

“The one bed trope!” one last laugh before you said goodnight and closed the door, leaving Lando standing in the hallway, oddly proud at the fact that he helped two people confess their love.

“One bed trope man, never fails” he chuckled quietly to himself, making a mental note to send McLaren’s travel admin some flowers to thank her for making sure you two got stuck in the same room, he couldn’t take all the credit for it.

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thegaybluejay · 2 months

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Okay hi I’m back with another ramble-y ATLA character analysis since this is low key my brand on here lmao-

Today I want to talk about Zuko from the lens of someone who also had to deconstruct. This will be long, but please bear with me!

I was raised in a very white conservative evangelical Christian bubble where literally EVERYONE I knew for the majority of my childhood and teenage years thought mostly the same way. There was a lot of othering and shaming of anyone who thought too differently. Even if it was sometimes said more passively than cruelly, there was always that underlying tone. “The others/the people outside of our group/the worldly ones are lost and need our help because we’re better than them!”

While I strived to not be cruel, my beliefs were still harmful. I lost a few friends when I got to my mid-late teenage years because I didn’t yet know how to challenge what I’d been taught.

I see so much of myself in Zuko.

Zuko was surrounded by propaganda his entire life. He was steeped in it - steeped in the blood of those that the system he supported/represented had hurt and killed.

Anger is a huge part of all of this. While my anger was never quite as outward as Zuko’s (I hid it fairly well and was always known as the “pretty good kid”), I can still so heavily relate to his anger. His anger at always falling just short of being good enough or perfect enough. His later anger at himself for not understanding how fucked up the system was sooner. His anger at the people that failed and hurt him. His anger at realizing how he failed and hurt other people. All of it.

I also understand his backslides in Book 2 and early Book 3. When you begin tackling the first layers of harmful shit you’ve been taught, it can quickly become so tempting to just call it quits and go back. You almost start to romanticize the simplicity of life before you began this journey. The rules and goals were so straightforward back then, and deconstructing is messy as hell. Even if you were deeply hurting in your old life, at least you weren’t so damn confused. You used to know your next steps, but now everything is in disarray and you don’t have a direction to rebuild in yet. Going back almost feels like it would be a survival tactic, a way to have a sense of control again. Zuko definitely 100% needed to atone for what he did in Ba Sing Se because it hurt others, and while I’d like to think I would’ve made a different choice in his shoes, I also get it on some level. The confusion stage sucks, and it’s not always linear either.

But then.

One day, something just clicks. You eventually deconstruct enough that you truly come to full terms with how fucked up it all is. And you realize that you don’t belong there anymore, and the version of you that DID belong was just a facade. The blinders fully come off, they’re never going back on, and a spark lights in you that prompts you to make a big change. The deeper you go, the more urgent this deconstruction becomes in your mind because holy fuck I have to do something about this. I want this shit out of my brain for good and I want to help make things better. I want to learn who I am and finally live that out.

THAT is one of the most pivotal points in the journey, and I loved seeing it within Zuko’s arc when he comes to this realization after the war meeting in Book 3 and leaves to join the Gaang. I also loved that they didn’t trust him the first time he came to them - both he as an individual and the system that he had once supported/represented had hurt these people, and it took some real apologies and some time to build up trust. It also wasn’t done with half assed centrism either - it was “I acknowledge that this system is completely broken and wrong and I will do everything in my power to help gut it from the top-down and restore it with love”.

This leads to another pivotal point in the journey - instead of being motivated by fear like you were when you were deep in the indoctrination or by the raw anger you first felt as you initially left, you start to be motivated by love. And it’s the most freeing thing.

It was so cool to see Zuko learn that, while his anger was a helpful tool (ie: the confrontation with his father and his overall anger at the corruption he saw in his nation), he couldn’t be fueled by it any longer. He had to find another motivation to keep going, and he was then taught by the Sun Warriors and the dragons how to be motivated by light and life and love and also how to use those alongside an anger that was finally righteous.

And with this, he was ready to fight. To fight for a cause he knew to be good. To fight arm in arm with his newly acquired family. To fight to fix what his nation had done to the world and to itself. To fight for love and peace instead of division and hate and destruction.

And wow is it a beautiful journey.

TL;DR - Zuko’s story is so powerful to those who are deconstructing and I love him so much! I also just enjoy doing character analysis hehe.

(I really love talking about ATLA, so if y’all want me to analyze other characters or even plotlines through a specific lens, feel free to submit an Ask and I will happily do so!!!)

(Also, quick ending note - this is just my personal experience with deconstruction! Other people’s retelling of their own deconstructions may be different from mine, and that’s totally okay!!)

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #prince zuko #character arcs #i really love zuko guys #deconstruction #deconstructing christianity #exvangelical

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cloudninetonine · 5 months

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Angsty thought that’s been running through my head for a while now… Just player being a dumbass

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It had been several weeks with the chain, you really loved this group, you watched them every day act like brothers. Always ready to protect a successor or predecessor, you found that awfully kind and even cute.

But you were an overthinker…

and stupid.

You did not want to be a reason they suffered when you returned home.

So you didn’t blend into the chain. You always walked behind, always kept your distance and always kept so quiet sometimes they forgot you were even there and forgot to give you dinner. You acted as if they were a bother.

And they returned the sentiment.

“Thanks” You muttered when Wild passed you a bowl of soup for dinner —you acted rude but you had manners— which he answered with a huff.

You were sitting on a rock outside the circle they gathered in around the fire. Wind was telling a story, which the others had already heard, but the teen’s enthusiasm made them feel like they could listen to it a thousand times more.

Honestly, you could too.

“Ugh, kid, don’t you think you talk too much? it’s like the third time you tell that exact story” It hurt you and you knew it would hurt Wind too. But this was just your life now.

“Shut up, you are not even listening.” Wars argued while Wind had your back facing you, but you knew was now lowering his head.

You huffed, acting annoyed. “Of course I’m not listening, it’s a dumb story, get over it”

“Why are you like this?!” Twi joined in, standing up, a hand on the sailor’s shoulder.

“So you’ll kick me away, that way I won’t be forced to stand you every day.” You begin sarcastically “As far as I know, you are keeping me here against my will just because you’re afraid some lizard may get information about you from me. That’s the dumbest reason I’ve ever heard!” Even if it happened, you’d take that information to the grave, you wouldn’t put them in such a risk.

“Enough! Twilight, sit down! Warriors calm yourself! [name] shut. the fuck. up. and Wind, please continue.” Time yelled before softening and encouraging the sailor. No one dared to point out the usual ‘Language!’ even he sometimes received.

“Nah, I guess you’ve indeed heard it a lot of times” came the sailor’s voice quietly.

You could feel the glare of the entire Spirit of Courage and the Fierce Deity on your neck as you huffed and went to lay down in the captain’s bedroll, not even finishing your meal, you didn’t deserve it.

You also didn’t feel like you deserved the bedroll but, until they could get you a bedroll of your own, they decided that you couldn’t sleep on the floor, so they let you sleep on the bedroll of the person who’ll take the first watch, and when they finish it, they can sleep in the empty bedroll when they wake the next hero up. So the warrior had first watch tonight. They didn’t like you, but they were still heroes and good people who didn’t wish bad on anyone.

You admired that of them. Another thing you didn’t deserve.

Later that night, you couldn’t sleep, but stayed in the bedroll as you tried to. You heard shuffling behind you and light footsteps head some direction.

“Hey wars.” You heard Wind’s murmur.

“Hey, li’l brother, can’t sleep?” answered the oldest.

There was silence for a few moments before you heard the youngest’s voice again. “Am I really that annoying?” The question was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. Your heart shattered.

“No!” Warriors whisper-shouted “Your stories are amazing and… look, your enthusiasm makes them even better, I feel like I could hear them tons of times. Don’t listen to what that jealous jerk says” Okay, you deserved that.

“hm…” Was the only answer you heard.

“Speaking of, since you can’t sleep, why don’t you finish it for me?” The captain offered softly.

You listened the entire rest of the story (again. You liked it anyways), your heart squeezing even more as you heard Wind gradually speak more excitedly. Then you heard Wind go back to sleep and you let your own eyes fall shut finally on their own.

You apologized deeply. Only in your soul.

You let yourself finally fall asleep, trying to convince yourself that tomorrow would be another day.

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I am so sorry, Wind 😿

(-Inspired for some reason, E.L.)

E.L WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!? I AM IN PAIN PLEASE IT HURTS- MY POOR BABY BOY WIND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"Am I really that annoying?" HITTING TOO CLOSE TO HOME FR

#cloud answers #anon asks #E.L

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kordeliiius · 4 months

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Been working on another Metroguy for awhile now :] Their name is Steel and they fight for the Resistance with the power of dance, baby

hella long brainstorm session under the cut

To start, I originally envisioned a Desi-coded character (at least when it came to Steel’s facial features) since I’m leaning into the game’s suspected Hong Kong inspiration and I read there’s quite a few Indians in Hong Kong today. They’re also nonbinary but I'm thinking they might not fully realize it until later on. For the record they're AMAB (I like to keep a tally so I can strike a balance with all my different OCs) and they’re used to being addressed as such, but they’ve always been apathetic towards gendered semiotics/expectations in general, and just do what they please. They tend to stick to an androgynous/soft-masc look and a strong girlypop attitude.

For combat etc, Steel wears some kind of limb augmentation, which Hunter also uses, but it has to be flexible enough to move around in and contort a lot. The gear detects their movements to fine-tune different sounds, whether they’re manipulating something Ten records, or adding more layers to his compositions. The output can then serve as a powered-up attack pattern or special key. Basically they're like Imogen Heap’s Mi.mu gloves if you could wear them on your legs. (They also might resemble dance tights depending on any other layers one might wear.) Maybe there’s some arm augmentation to allow for more range of options, but it’s already too much of a one-to-one recreation at this stage, and going forward I’d like to branch out more and make them look more appropriate for the setting. The real Mi.mus also use wi-fi and the motif I’m leaning into here is wired technology, so there’s also more to figure out when it comes to transferring power/energy between people.

(There’s also the idea that Steel doesn't actually suit up/have the opportunity to use this skill until Hunter is out of the picture for some time. So while the two have similar functions, Steel definitely has a more of fun-loving personality while Hunter is closed-off, so their play styles and roles in the group dynamic are entirely different.)

The actual style of dance that Steel uses is a weird mishmash of tap, breakdancing, ballet/lyrical, and Indian classical dances. Their shoes are modeled after different designs for tap shoes and it’s where I got their name from. But it doesn't sound smart to wear actual tap shoes outside, so maybe they use something else that’s actually meant for outdoors, or just a modified, flexible-enough pair of flats. One way they're influenced by Indian classical dance could be the use of mudras with their real-world meanings correlating to different moves. But similar to Nova and their Kagura, I’m worried that might be too dodgy or like taboo in some way @__@

#oc #metronome ocs #character design #visual development #keiArt

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petrichorium · 8 months

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on plagiarism

when all of this began, i confess i never imagined i'd be involved this closely. i've been a bit on the fringe of it, with many mutuals involved and my own name dragged into the fray briefly but ultimately trying to keep my distance. but in a brief moment of curiosity (or weakness, perhaps) i let myself do some digging and discovered that i, too, was plagiarized by a former mutual whose work i admired greatly.

one of the most beautiful things about this community is how collaborative it is. we are a group of people with mutual interests who found each other on the vast sprawl of the internet, and our creativity is something which grows as a result of each of us working together. the kind of plagiarism i discuss today is hard to spot, easy to dismiss, and above all else painful for the victims. it is difficult to express how nauseating it feels to see someone take an idea and run with it without permission, consideration, or credit, all while it remains so subtle that you feel nobody will believe you.

Plagiarism, by definition, is "to steal and pass off the ideas or words of another as one's own; to use another's production without crediting the source; to commit literary theft; to present as new and original an idea or product derived from an existing source" (from merriam-webster, because wouldn't it be ironic if i didn't clarify?). Note, please, the use of "idea." Nobody is fool enough to think plagiarism must be exact 1:1 wording. If you're claiming that, you're very certainly being purposefully obtuse.

the evidence i present below is clear, in my opinion. i'm not going to leave names out of it—the accused has already outed herself and has claimed to have left her blog, so I have no reason to coddle her, and equally there is no sense in reporting or engaging with it in any way. it shouldn't have to be said, but don't harass her; whether or not her blog is truly abandoned, any asks could still make it to her. Obviously sending harassment at any time is childish, cruel, and reprehensible, and nobody is deserving of it.

The plagiarist is @/shiinleaf. there is another player in this game, @/seoafin, who also fell victim to the same scenario twice. seoafin made her own callout post (politely lacking in names) and shiinleaf made her own response, both of which I will link now.

[seoafin's post regarding plagiarism]

[shiinleaf’s response in defense]

I also want to say, to be honest, I wouldn't give much of a damn about this if not for the context. i wrote a one sentence textpost and shiinleaf made her own imitation a week later, then elaborated upon it. the single sentence (and a few tags) is all that i provided; while the lack of interaction and credit hurt, i wouldn't much care...

if not for seoafin's experiences. make no mistake, my evidence here is intended to support hers; to bolster her arguments and to provide further proof of shiinleaf's actions. While her claims might be subtle, my own are more blatant, and help to establish a clear pattern of behavior which is neither respectful nor considerate of fellow authors. This is further proven by the hate that seoafin received for speaking up—the very reason I’m choosing to come forward. While the initial crime might be something unworthy of speaking about publicly, I won’t stand by while a fellow victim is harassed and gaslit in her own askbox.

anyway. im done grandstanding. I have screenshots and links so let's get into this.

i preface this by saying that while i was vaguely aware of this situation—as i was up until recently mutuals with shiinleaf (xin) and only mutuals-in-law with seoafin (morgan) and, thus, friends with many people with full knowledge of and involved in the entire debacle—i largely made an effort to keep out of the situation, despite (in a situation which i really can't get into) my name being dragged into it in private, resulting in me soft blocking xin.

my interest was reignited last evening, however, after many vague posts by mutuals which made me check shiinleaf's blog out of curiosity. i saw that xin had gone through and reblogged nearly all of her old writing, and near the top a post caught my eye.

the post was a brief textpost about the honkai: star rail character Jing Yuan, later elaborated upon in a followup reblog. This had been posted in July, and something about the phrasing and the timestamp made me pause.

I have made a few posts in the past about characters who "like brats," specifically not "to tame." I remembered making one about Jing Yuan many months ago. So, I went digging in my blog's archive, and sure enough I found it.

Here are the two initial posts side-by-side. My post is dated July 19th at 11:37pm. Xin's is dated almost exactly a week later, July 27th at 5:13am. Additionally, I've provided a screenshot of the first sentence of the followup reblog; note the specific usage of "brats"/"bratty", "not taming," and "likes the chase."

[link to xin's initial post] [link to xin's follow-up reblog]

[link to my post]

As the final nail in the coffin, here is a video of my post with proof that Xin saw it: she gave it a like. Note that this post was reblogged once and had only six likes; it wasn't a popular post whatsoever.

Finally, an interesting thing to note (though not altogether suspicious) is that xin states in the tags of her followup reblog that she has written a "7k word fic" about the concept discussed. She later states in a reblog from the 23rd that this fic was her fic Filler, one which she also has stated that she began on the 19th of July—the same day as my initial post. These coincidences, unfortunately, only keep adding up.

[link to xin's recent reblog of the plagiarized post]

[link to xin's recent reblog of Filler]

(note: the precise timeline of Filler does not line up exactly with the premise that it was created solely due to my post; the screenshots provided of the fic's document predate my own post by many hours. However, I am not claiming that the entire fic is based upon my post. That would be absurd, it's literally one sentence and a few tags. By xin's own admission, however, the fic was based upon many things including the premise potentially provided by myself—it is entirely within the realm of plausibility for her to have begun Filler and allowed my post to impact her writing of it, especially seeing as she, without a doubt, saw my post within hours of beginning the fic)

Now, I'd like to make myself perfectly clear here. This incident, were it isolated, would not make me call someone out. I understand that this community is full of authors inspiring one another. My post was a brief, fleeting idea which I did not elaborate upon; what she potentially did with that idea, to be frank, was absolutely phenomenal, and I am by no means whatsoever taking credit for ANYTHING beyond my initial post. Xin has stated that Filler in particular was a deeply personal fic for her, based upon her cultural and familial experiences—I would never dream of taking away from that. I think it's a fic that she should be proud of, and frankly I’d feel honored if I played any part in its creation.

However, it is abundantly clear in my opinion (from the fact that my post was liked, from the evident timeline, and from my own wording being ripped almost exactly) that xin drew inspiration from me and made no effort to give me the proper credit. This was not collaboration but rather a purposeful choice to use my own idea as a jumping off point and pass it off as her own. We weren't mutuals at the time, but I had seen her in my notifs frequently; had she added to my post, I would have been delighted. And my dms are also open, if she had been concerned about my response she could have asked me for permission. Unfortunately, she did neither of those things, and so here we are.

More importantly, however, I come forward with this—as stated initially—with the intent to defend seoafin (morgan), who came forward with her own post regarding xin's plagiarism. [morgan's post linked here again] please note that morgan took care not to mention xin, her blog, or directly link any xin's relevant fics. However, my own experience only bolsters the credibility of morgan's accusations. Once again, i wouldn't be coming forward if i were the only victim, but morgan has been inundated with asks since she made the accusation and i found it vital to support her claims. From vitriolic harassment to gaslighting to death threats, the response to morgan's post has been troubling, and i (futilely, im sure) hope that my own post will put an end to this. a clearly established pattern has been shown—three instances among two different authors of xin taking inspiration without credit—and i think it's fair to say that my evidence is solid.

i'll leave with another soapbox paragraph to match the beginning. up until this incident... i had been mutuals with xin. i had seen her in my notifs for months before i followed back, including when she chose to steal my idea. i held great respect for her work; i considered her a very talented author, and to an extent I still do—I genuinely can’t emphasize enough that I’m sure hardly a fraction of my impact potentially made it into Filler, and it remains one of my favorite Jing Yuan fics out there. my heart aches at how this turned out, not simply for her plagiarism but for her actions since she was found out. I simply can’t wrap my head around everything that’s transpired these past few weeks.

thank you all reading. i hope i didn't drag on too long. im done now i promise 🫶🏻

#damn. cant believe I’m making my first callout post #we r reaching milestones at record place on this blog #but only the worst ones #n e way. written last night but scheduled for this morning 🫶🏻

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writing-for-life · 10 months

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Sandman Master Post and Intro

Hi, I’m so glad you’re here! I organised the links and tags to all my stuff for you to make it easier to find your way around my blog.

I love getting asks about all of the below, so see this as an encouragement to slide into my inbox…

[For quick reference:]

[The Ultimate Sandman Character Tag List]

[The Women of the Sandman Tag List]

Ordered by topics (recommended):

Sandman Meta-Analysis (general tag. For a slightly less chaotic take, I have also grouped them into literary/conceptual/psychological, musical and art for you, and I definitely recommend perusing both links and the tag)

Sandman Fics (m/f and f/f, both OC and canon pairings) & Poems

Sandman Art (general tag. I have also grouped them into my own and that of others, with a separate tag for official Sandman artists)

Sandman March Mania was an event we specifically ran for the comics art lovers, so check it out

Sparkle Content Curation (a not-quite-serious collection of Dream/Morpheus thirst-trap fan-art and unhinged posts). Please also peruse the tags #contraceptive sparkles, #glitter herpes and #murphy and his cool hat if this hell-site has left you in a state of being desperate for laughs

On that note: I’m also Dream’s Therapist. I think we all agree he needs one.

Sometimes, I get Gaiman’d and it takes me ages to find the way through my notes again. And on that proverbial note: Never any bad intentions if it takes a while to get back to you, or if I even forget (shout at me if I do!). I appreciate everyone who is here and engages, whether we’re mutuals or not.

Personal Intro (who am I, and what am I up to when I don’t waste time on Tumblr) under the cut

Want to know who I am? Read on…

Once there was a girl with so many words, so many images, so many songs in her head that had no place to go. So she decided some of them will just go here…

Well, that sounds a bit contrived, but it’s not entirely untrue. Apart from the “girl”-part, because I’m at the younger end of Gen X. Or the “no place to go”-part, because some of my work actually *did* go places. Just not the stuff I decided to put on here…

Which is mostly Sandman stuff right now, let’s be honest (I fell in love with it when I was 16, and it still has a tight grip on me now). And the fact that it’s a wild mix between my metas, my fanfic and a bit of my doodling already shows the pull in different directions I have experienced for most of my life:

I’ve been a writer since my teenage years, and in another life, I’d maybe have more faith in myself, and writing would be all I’d do. Or maybe not, since I can never just do one thing for too long. Nevertheless, one of my teachers in high school was convinced I needed to tell stories to be happy and warned me about a career in science. Back then, I thought he was overly dramatic. Looking back on it, I sometimes think he had a point.

I’ve worked in science/academia, creative/performing arts and mental health. I guess I’m just a multi-hyphenate who can’t make up her mind what she wants to do with her life, so she tries to do it all and ends up burned out half of the time.

For now, I support people who go through really terrible stuff, and it means the world to me. But it is equally hard and sometimes soul-destroying. Hence, I’ve stopped working for our health service and focus more on my writing these days (both fiction and non-fiction) while still seeing a particular subset of clients privately, but on a much more manageable scale that also takes my own well-being into consideration. You can’t pour from an empty cup…

I’m bilingual and write most of my non-fiction in English and my fiction in my (what I perceive as stronger) other language. But I write fanfic exclusively in English because I want to separate it from my other writing: Somewhere along the way, I managed to publish a few novels under a pen name, and only a select few people know about it. And I intend to keep it that way.

My partner (a graphic artist) thinks I should do more with my art, but I feel everything about it is wrong, and I’m not formally trained. I used to draw much more (mostly pencil and ink), but between working and having a family, something had to give, and if I have to choose, writing always comes first. But I doodle and experiment a lot in Procreate because it’s quicker, and it usually helps me when I procrastinate on my writing. I drop the odd drawing in here (like my avatar), but I don’t see myself as a fine artist, and I’m in perpetual awe of the fanart and talent I see on here.

I also compose and still work as a musician sometimes. As you can tell from the one line devoted to it, performing isn’t really that important to me anymore. However, music is. I have a small adjunct teaching gig at a University that ties in with both performance and psychology. So at this stage of my life, this particular area has become more about giving back.

Nothing I put on here is intended to ever be published in “real” life (maybe that’s odd, because this is still real life, after all). This is just an account for unapologetically being me, unfiltered, with all my hyperfixations—and undoubtedly some pointless shitposts just for fun…

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mrsjobarnes · 2 years

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Tales of a Call sign

Rooster x reader

Italics are past tense

Word count: 613 A/N ~ Hey yall! I’m always so nervous to post because I don’t have anyone to proofread it. Lol Anyways enjoy! Also, this is the original song, not the Elvis version

Like and comments welcome!

Please do not steal my work!

“Hey, Siren you come’n to the Hard deck or not “ Phoenix shouted

“Yeah, here I come,” I said.

Most people got their call signs in an incredible way. Phoenix got hers because of her strong will, Fanboy got his because he was a nerd. I honestly have no idea how Bob got his. Maybe it stands for ‘Best offense Boy’? No that’s stupid, but it definitely not ‘Baby on Board’. I got mine because of one fateful night of karaoke. I’ll set the scene, it was some whole in-the-wall bar at the naval academy and Rooster had convinced a bunch of people plus Phoenix and I to go to karaoke. He asked me to sing 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart’ with him. Now I’m not proud to admit this but I have the world’s biggest crush on Rooster, he doesn’t know and never will. As we got off the stage and went back to the group everybody was flabbergasted. After they stopped hooting and hollering Phoenix came up to me and told me to should go back up and sing a solo. She said hangman made a bet that I wouldn’t, which got Rooster interested.

“Come on Y/n, you killed it up there earlier. Also, Think about the look on his face when he owes Phoenix…. How much money” we both looked to Pheonix. She made a smirk that could rival the Cheshire cat.

“$150,” she said. My jaw about dropped, Rooster rubbed his hands together like he was planning something. Normally I’d be all in on it but I just sit and watch.

“I don’t know guys, that’s a lot. Plus what if I mess up” I said with wide eyes. Rooster grabbed my shoulder and looked me in the eyes. Damn, I could get lost in those eyes.

“How about I go up there and play the piano?” he suggested. That’s another thing I love about him, he is so generous and kind.

“Fine” I say. After I told rooster the song he quickly pulled up the sheet music and walked me over to the stage. The group before us was halfway through. “Rooster I can’t do this” I said while my breath picked up. He grabbed my shoulder

“Breath Y/N, you can do this. You don’t have to, but think about the look on Hangman’s face when he has to pay phoenix” he said before pulling me into a hug. It’s finally our turn as Rooster sets up I decided to talk into the microphone,

“Hello again, my name is Y/N and this is Bradley on the keys. Im going to sing a song that my grandma used to sing to her husband whenever he was in trouble, which was a lot. It is also for my good friend Jake over there, So enjoy” I look back a Bradley. He smiles and starts to play. I belt out the first note “ YOU AINT NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG” as I sing I get into it and so does Rooster. By the end the entire club is Howling along as it ended we got a standing ovation. We walked off the stage and Bradley wraps me in a hug and kisses my head.

“You were amazing up there Y/n” I blush and thank him. We walk back to the group just in time for Hangman to pay Phoenix.

“You did pretty good up there Siren” we all looked at Jake with a puzzled look. “What siren are good singers that can kill. I thought it was a fitting nickname” he said, throwing his hands up. We all laughed. From that day on I was dubbed Siren.

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I must have met you for a reason - Chapter 1

Tlou tv series Joel Miller x reader fanfic

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Desc: You are a newcomer at Jackson community, feeling extremely out of place and unable to fully settle in even after almost a month of being there. But soon Joel and Ellie arrive, and you find yourself interested in the pair, especially Joel Miller.

This is the first chapter and it will be slow burn so don’t expect any major interactions yet lol

(fem reader, reader is referred to as ‘you’ and occasionally ‘y/n’, slow burn, legal age gap, sorta love at first sight???)

I’ve literally never written a fanfic in my life lol so please excuse any minor flaws, I tried my best. Also I’m horrible at coming up with titles so hopefully I can change it later if I regret it…….

I refer to reader as ‘you’ in this fic but if that’s something that bothers people I’d be happy to change it :) If you see any issues please let me know!! Not completely canonically accurate and I don’t plan on having Ellie and Joel leave like they do in the show if I write another chapter but anyways I hope you enjoy <333

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Getting settled here in Jackson was tough for you. Yes the comfort of a community and walls and your own place was great, but you didn't really feel a sense of belonging. No one was rude to you, in fact they were quite the opposite, but still, insecurity and distrust crept in and kept you from truly opening up to the people here and building relationships with them.

Being only 4 when the apocalypse started, this life was basically all you ever knew. You were raised to defend yourself, quickly learning that by trusting others you open yourself up to danger and pain. When you were 13 your parents were murdered, a trade gone wrong you were told. You were never the same after that. They were the only people you felt you could truly trust with your entire being, and having that taken away so suddenly was, to put it lightly, a huge blow.

11 years later, it's funny how your untrusting nature still remained. It hurt to think about who you could've been if the world was different. You didn't want to be this way, seeing it as a sort of character flaw. Yes it had saved your ass quite a few times, but there was no balance and sometimes the loneliness became almost too much to bear.

It's only your 4th week here in the community, and so far you've rejected every invite to the little get togethers people hosted here. Tommy, the husband of the leader here, told you that they do it to have a sense of normalcy, and the idea sounded quite nice to you, but you couldn't ever bring yourself to attend. At night you'd lay in bed, tears gathering in your eyes hearing the people outside laughing and conversing amongst each other.

It’s winter right now in Jackson. Snow is covering the ground, the air is crisp and the wind chilling at times, but despite that you decided to go on a walk, feeling too bored to just sit around all day. The sun beamed down on you as you basked in the tiny bit of warmth it provided.

“Open the gates, they’ve returned” you hear a wall guard shout. You jump slightly, suddenly alert. Your hand instinctively shoots to your hip as if a weapon was there, but soon your brain catches up to your body and you relax, remembering where you are. The gates open and a group on horseback comes strolling through, it’s the group that Tommy’s wife leads you note in your head

One day Tommy had come over to converse with you, probably because you were new and always alone, and he started talking about the community, how they had grown this place to what it is now.

You listened attentively, smiling when he started talking passionately about his wife Maria, about how she was the leader of the community and of the group that often went out on horseback

You’d seen them return quite a few times, but this time something felt…..off, as the group on horseback made their way down the street. Your eyes scanned the group and landed on 2 people you had never seen before, and who looked very out of place; a man and a young girl. They had the same look on their faces you probably had when you arrived; on guard yet slightly amazed. It was understandable, as in the apocalypse a place like this is truly rare, and when you step through those gates it’s like stepping into another world.

You felt ashamed as you couldn't keep your eyes off of the man, who looked to be in his late 40s early 50s. He was handsome, rugged, a had a protective look in his eyes whenever he looked at the young girl in front of him.

Suddenly he came to a stop on his horse and his eyes shot up to the side of one of the buildings, staring as if he couldn't believe his eyes. “TOMMY” he shouted, his voice cracked slightly, full of emotion, immediately jumping off the horse he was riding. Tommy appeared from behind the building. They both were seemingly in shock as they ran towards each other, tears in their eyes as they look at each other in disbelief before embracing. You diverted your eyes, suddenly feeling like you were intruding on what was clearly a very personal moment.

You walked around for a bit longer before deciding to go back to the warmth of your house, the winter temperatures getting to you. When you arrived back home and hung up your coat, you picked up a book from the growing collection on your shelf, sitting on a lounge chair in the corner and covering up with a blanket to get comfy, thoughts of the man you saw earlier lingering quietly in the back of your mind as began to read.

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So engrossed in your book, you nearly forget about dinner until you feel the familiar hunger pangs, something that had only recently started bothering you. Due to years of surviving off of very little food, you had gotten used to the hunger, but with the food that the community provided, it had only taken about a week for your body to get used to having guaranteed meals and you must admit that scared you a little.

Closing your book and tugging your coat on, you made your way outside, sad to leave the warmth of your home especially since the sun had already started to set. Eventually you reached your destination, shivering slightly as you stepped inside the dining hall. Unintentionally your eyes yet again fell upon the man and young girl you had seen arriving this morning.

They were sitting across from Tommy. The girl looked more relaxed now, shoveling food into her mouth and swearing about how good it was, while Joel blushed, seemingly embarrassed by her behavior. He nudged her shoulder as he said something to her, probably scolding her. You couldn't help but smile at the father daughter duo.

You realized you were staring for far too long when the man turned his head in your direction like he could sense you were staring at him. He made eye contact with you, his brows furrowed. Immediately you turned away from him and looked down, embarrassment creeping up on you as your cheeks suddenly felt like they were on fire.

You kept your head down as you swiftly walked over to the counter to get a tray of food, deciding to sit down as far away as possible from the newcomers, figuring it would probably be best to avoid them for the rest of the night.

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“Who was that girl?” the man, Joel, asked his brother, Tommy. “um I only ask cause’ she seemed to be starin’ at our table” he added quickly, trying to act casual. Tommy looked amused, “you're gonna have to be more specific there, brother” he laughed as Joel huffed, thinking of how to describe her. “Uh…she was a younger thing, maybe in her 20s, sorta had long hair, short. She looked kinda shy and skittish….”

Tommy connected the dots and had a strong feeling he knew who Joel was referring to. “Oh I think you're talkin’ about, that’s y/n. She's new too actually, arrived a few short weeks ago. She doesn’t seem to be havin’ the easiest time fitting in” he noticed Joel seemed..intrigued..so he continued “you and Ellie are actually the first people to arrive since her. She's probably thankful that she's not the only new person here.” Tommy said it almost reassuringly, perhaps assuming Joel was feeling insecure about someone staring at them.

Yeah maybe Joel was feeling a bit insecure about you staring, but more than anything he was uncharacteristically curious about you. ‘What did Tommy mean by not fitting in? Why was she staring at me? Is she rude? But she looked sweet…’ His mind reeled but alas he opted for a quiet nod as opposed to asking him more questions, so as to not raise suspicion.

His brother knew him too well, Joel was aware of this, and he knew that Tommy would start questioning his sudden interest in the young woman who just so happened to be pretty.

Tommy stared at him for a moment like he was waiting for Joel to say something, and Joel did the same, but neither said a word. The weird stare off ended when Ellie started attempting to steal food from Joel's plate, only for him to jokingly slap her hand away. She looked at him frowning, feigning hurt, that look being replaced with one of happiness when Joel pushed his plate in front of her as a silent offer, laughing at her antics. To Joel's relief, Tommy switched the topic, going on about where he and Ellie could stay.

When it was time to leave, Joel couldn’t help but take a quick look around the room as he followed behind Ellie and his brother, trying to catch even just a glimpse of you, but much to his disappointment you were nowhere to be seen.

Later that night, Tommy got him and Ellie settled into their new place, hugging Joel on his way out once he showed them around. Tired, Joel said his good nights to Ellie and made his way into what was now his bedroom, and immediately laid down. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually slept on a mattress, the feeling was foreign bordering on uncomfortable but he was grateful nonetheless.

Closing his eyes, Joel began to replay the day in his head. It almost didn’t feel real that he found his brother, especially in this place, a place that looked like it belonged in a Christmas movie. Now, joel would never admit this out loud, but much to his embarrassment and frustration, his thoughts drifted back to you as he started to nod off.

It made him uncomfortable, feeling like this about someone. He craved to learn more about you and he hated himself for that.

Eventually he drifted off the sleep, having given up trying to get you off of his mind……if only he knew you couldn’t get him off yours either….

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Thank you for reading! Feel free to like and reblog this, though it’s certainly not expected :)

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