#because I don't actually look much at your profiles before sending them out

[camaro-and-smokes]

✨ This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! ✨ @harringrove-relay-race

Screwdriver

S: I'm not looking to fuck right now, but my bathroom sink is currently flooding the bathroom

S: I know it's kind of random, but can I borrow a flathead screwdriver by any chance?

S: I don't really know my neighbours and you're the closest person to me on Grindr

S: 😅

Billy stared at the four messages he'd received, not quite knowing what to think about them. They were from Steve, the guy he'd been messaging on Grindr for a while here and there.

It had been a kind of a mistake for Billy to even see Steve's profile. Steve had said he had been meaning to delete the whole profile since all he'd gotten through it was heartache and pain, but then had decided against it. Billy had the same kind of experience, so he'd suggested that they could just talk. And Steve had agreed.

They really didn’t know that much about each other, they talked about just casual stuff; work, TV shows and such. But Billy didn’t have anything special to do that evening, so why not. Steve seemed like a decent guy and Billy had an extensive selection of tools at home because of the Camaro he’d kept as a second car since it always needed something to be fixed.

B: Yeah why not.

B: Send me your address and I’ll bring it. BTW you should turn off the main water in case you haven’t yet.

Billy put his phone into his back pocket and went to the garage to rummage through his tools. Soon the phone blipped with a message.

S: Thanks, the water’s turned off. I’m panicking, didn’t even think of that. The address is 357 Oak Street, 3rd floor.

Billy snorted.

B: No problem. I'll be there in fifteen.

Steve didn’t actually live that far from Billy, which was surprising. Billy was sure he had never seen Steve around. Brown-haired, doe-eyed and tall men were his kryptonite. He was pretty sure he’d remember a guy looking like Steve.

He parked his truck and Steve buzzed him in.

Billy stepped out of the elevator in Steve’s floor. It wasn’t hard to know which one was Steve’s door: it was the one ajar through which he heard cursing. He walked to the door and knocked on it before opening the door wider.

“Hey, it’s Billy,” he said after he opened the door and couldn't see anyone in the corridor.

“Yeah, come in, I’m a bit busy right now,” came from somewhere behind the open door. “Shut the door.”

Billy closed the door and turned to look at the corridor opening behind the door – and almost inhaled the gum he’d been chewing, followed by a coughing fit.

Steve was on his knees on the bathroom floor, leaning under the sink into the sink cabinet – his ass high up in the air, clad in nothing but wet, green basketball shorts that were glued to his ass and his hairy legs – jesus christ how can someone be that hairy – and not leaving any other assets to imagination either.

He backed out from the cabinet, turned around and sat on the floor. “Oh good, thank fucking lord,” he let out, looking tired but clearly relieved. When he saw Billy all red from coughing, his expression turned worried. “You okay?”

Billy nodded, still trying to catch his breath, and lifted the toolbox in his hand.

Steve got up and walked to the bathroom door, looking flustered and rubbing his hands to his thighs.

For fuck's sake would you stop doing that Harrington.

Billy was half hard already from seeing that wet ass, no further sights needed.

“I wish we could’ve met under other circumstances,” Steve said, smiling awkwardly, not knowing where to place his hands, on his hips, his arms crossed, again finding their place on his hips. He pointed at the toolbox. “Uh… I needed only one...”

Think about the tools. THE TOOLS.

“There are more than one size,” Billy croaked before coughing a few last times to his sleeve. “You didn’t tell me which, so I brought all I have.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Billy asked, his brows raising.

This is turning into a porn film cliché.

Steve turned red and grimaced, trying to turn it into an awkward smile. “Like I said in the message, I panicked.”

If he curls his hair around his finger and bats his eyelashes a few times I swer I won't be able to hold it.

Billy looked Steve in the eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate to all possible horrors of mismanaging a burst water pipe or a broken tap could cause. Then his eyes fell to Steve’s chest and the dark hair, a lot of it, that was clearly visible under the wet white t-shirt and he felt himself blushing.

Act normal, act normal, act normal....

To keep his thoughts on the task, Billy set the toolbox on the floor and took off his jacket and set it on the chair that was in the corridor. “Okay, let me take a look. Is the floor wet?”

Steve shook his head as he stepped aside to let Billy into the bathroom. “Not anymore. I mopped the floor, but I just didn’t see a point in changing clothes. Didn’t want to get the rest of my wardrobe wet.”

The bathroom was small, so they brushed against each other just a little as they passed, enough for Billy to get a whif of Steve's scent. He smelt of cedar wood, hairspray and a little sweat – a winning combo, apparently, since Billy's had to hold back a whimper and lock his eyes to the sink cabinet. “You didn’t think to call a plumber?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even, as he squatted in front of the sink and looked into the cabinet to check what kind of screws he had to open.

“I did. The one I reached said that if the drain isn’t clogged and the tap isn't leaking there’s no point in me paying for the nighttime extra and that he comes to fix it first thing in the morning. But he said that I should get rid of anything that’s under the sink so that he can get to work when he arrives. So I was doing that when I realized that I didn’t even have a coin I could try to pry open the screws.”

Billy took a deep breath. “Okay, well, that’s good. Based on your messages I was afraid that you were trying to fix the pipes with the screwdriver.”

Steve snorted, amused. “Well, I might not be a handyman but even I’m not that dumb.”

Billy looked up at Steve with a smirk. “You need to take this cabinet out for the plumber?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, it’s good then that I brought my whole toolbox then because not all of these won’t open with a flathead, they need a Phillips.”

“They need a what now?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows.

Clueless pretty thing, definitely checks the box.

Billy got up and chuckled. “I’ll take the cabinet apart for you, now that I’m here. But could I get a glass of water first? The coughing…”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Steve said and left the bathroom to fetch it.

Billy was setting up the electric screwdriver when Steve returned with the glass.

Steve was still wearing the same wet clothes, because of course he was.

I want to claw those off and bury my face into that chest hair.

Steve looking down at himself all of a sudden made Billy realize that he had probably stared a bit too intensively and blushing. He downed his water quickly before handing the empty glass back to Steve.

“Uh… I’ll leave you to it,” Steve said, smirking. “I'll go change.”

Yeah, you had to point that out. What, you want me to follow instead of taking this shit apart and fuck your brains off?

Well, okay, maybe Billy wanted to do that, but that was not what they'd agreed upon. Better if he stayed on his lane, for now.

This isn't a porn film, not a porn film...

“Yeah, this shouldn’t take long,” Billy replied, not daring to look back at Steve again, and got to work.

Once he had taken the cabinet apart he put away his tools and looked into the living room where the bathroom opened to. Steve was sitting on the couch, staring intently at his laptop and tapping away. He was wearing eyeglasses, something Billy hadn’t seen in any of the photos Steve had shared online. They fit him, framing his face nicely. Billy's eyes wandered lower and he realized that Steve was wearing only sweatpants, his glorious chest hair all on display. There was a lot of it indeed.

I want to press my nose into that, snuggle into it, run my fingers through it, tug it when I come. He cleared his throat. “Uh, I took the cabinet apart.”

Steve looked up, smiling and put the laptop away. “Hey, that’s awesome. Thanks, man! How can I repay you?” he asked as he walked to Billy.

Do not think about it, do not think about it, DO NOT…

“Uh...” Billy managed to get out, rubbing his neck with his hand. This wasn't a fucking porn film, he reminded himself, even if a handyman came to fix something at the house and oops, only the good looking little missus is at home, wearing skimpy clothes and instead of fixing anything they end up fucking against the kitchen counter like horny bunnies. Okaaayyy, well, Steve had been wearing wet skimpy clothes that left nothing to imagination and now he was wearing even less, he was maybe also a bit clueless and…

Billy tried to keep his head in check and glued his eyes on Steve's face. “Can I take you to dinner?”

Steve raised his eyebrow and measured Billy from head to toes with a lazy gaze.

Billy felt naked.

Steve smiled. “Uh… Should I be the one doing that, though?” He was quiet for a moment and smirked. “What if I'm all out of money and you have to get your pay, are there other ways I could do that?”

Billy swallowed and turned beet red. He let out a laugh and licked his lower lip.

Steve hooked his right thumb on the waistband of his sweats, pulling it down a bit and revealing the beginning of a very hairy happy trail.

The fucker.

Billy started to unbutton his shirt. “Well... Maybe we could come to a mutual agreement about that.”

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Please look forward to the lovely, wonderful and amazing work from the next contributor @hg-deranged-edition

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The ficlet is based on this meme:

#harringrove relay race #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #harringrove fic #steve x billy #billy x steve #suometar writes #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington

[jojo-oliver]

my terf+transphobe blocklist

Every terf I've found. For your blocking pleasure! Under the cut

Oh fuck there's a terf in my notes! What can I do? 1. Flag on shinigami eyes browser extension. You've probably heard of this, but it's free, available on desktop. Also available on firefox mobile I think. Has been used to improperly flag people before. Trust but verify. 2. Look through "Blogs like this one" to break the reblog chains and effectively block a whole circle of them. You could also just look through who they're reblogging from. 3. Have a quick scroll for any posts that are reportable. This takes a lot more time than the other steps, but if enough people report them, and if you're reporting something that breaks tumblr's guidelines, then their account could get taken down. Win. 4. Lastly, block. OR Block first and save yourself the psychic damage. If you're on mobile, you could block first and go back later on desktop, finding them in your blocked tumblrs list, to do the rest. Do not interact! Do not send anons! Don't even give them that. Just flag, report, block, move on. Movements don't go anywhere in silence.

Please know that there aren't actually that many of them. I've noticed from going through so many, and from how they interact in my notes... I don't want to say too much because I'm starting to feel like someone's going to read this eventually. But it can be pretty clear that they have multiple accounts. Some of them are making this their full-time jobs. Just sitting on the computer and finding trans people to bully. It's pathetic and sad. If you block all of them, they just... stop existing. Because it's a small group of people. But they do make new accounts once too many people have blocked them, every... 3-9 months? Or, I imagine, once they start to notice that the site feels empty to them and they've been blocked by too many people? It's easy to block enough of them, but I do recommend setting aside some time to do this. I also recommend taking care of your mental health afterwards. When I encounter a block list from someone else, I always check out the blog before blocking, because tools like these can be used against us as well. Shinigami eyes has been used to incorrectly mark trans people before. Trust but verify. No tool is perfect. So I'm assuming you're going to check some of these blogs out too, because that's what I would do. Set some time aside to take care of yourself afterwards please. Love you.

How to put these in your blocklist quickly

The way I do it uses desktop and your phone at the same time. Or 2 tabs on desktop. The second part is to reference the usernames or look them up. Click on your own profile picture icon and on the right hand side of the screen should be this:

Click on "blog settings" at the bottom. You'll be brought to a new screen, where you'll scroll all the way to the bottom, and see this:

Click on the writing thing there and then you'll finally see your block list:

I'll find this post and reblog with more of them whenever I find them. I've never made a block list before, if I could do something better let me know <;3 If someone's changed their username DM me and I'll edit it Accurate as of 2023-10-04 ----------------------------------- -Row 1- prettyrad-ical thefemalejoker42069 sirona-ryan hard--headed--woman modernamericanbreakfast meowfem uter-us mala-santa-radfem nightdepthss radfemtiktok radfem-rage glitter-soda cordycepsfem burningtheroots meanevilandcruel floradfem radsplain terf-hands gougarfem freckled-radfem radrevoltz a-toast-to-womanhood radmista -Row 2- gentlyriseandfall acidbathcat chubbyraccoonman julzlex28 kweerphobique female-prince antiyourwokehomophobia2 quinntheestallion antiporn-activist blueipa angela-anaconda-was-a-lesbian ellaacadia opabiniawillreturn coochiequeens raccoonjesus redheddebeauty nonenosome2 gendiebrainrotreceipts cornedbeef101 kaleiddie bolshefem -Row 3- irresponsiblebirdowner 1-888-narcolepsy terfytingz strozzaprete raidenfem capricorn-season cloud-enigma-blog rad-fem-r-us butch-reidentified terf-tea antigender1 the-rad-menace paperlunamoth femailment patronsaintofvulvas goyangii femmessias2 chadradfem filianongrata -Row 4- i-eat-boiled-eggs-for-breakfast conmigonoeh daughterf radishpanda adult-human-gc-female nansheonearth ilistened2transwomen magnetictapedatastorage demonlizard noncompliantbi transmisogynyiscool goblinous radbutches radicalfembabey frankenawus femmesandhoney lavendertruffles etesienne lavendeerlesbian latina-and-rad punishthegods -Row 5- shes-unforgettable blackswallowtailbutterfly iceyrukia womantichrist faxroux femgoddess-hecate radicalitch radicalblunt chocobbunnii finnishrogue cheesyradfem the-land-of-women transwomenarestillmen catsthemewsical butchlesbianz sowhatnotcreative womens-suffrage-revival-squad -Row 6- back-not-broken friendlymathematician vulva-lacking-losers lilleisak misandristdiarist lookupmedicalmisogyny irisintel womenshallrise creatorisawoman mint-fem large-gamete-maker wordsfromthewick feministfairy libertarian-princess rad-claid-plaid cisthoughtcrime powerfem feral-radfem -Row 7- lizaganderson gynoids-over-androids localbisaster tubularfem there-are-4-lights realisticflyinglesbian femjerma earwigeater destroyerofgender scumbhag clytemnestra-was-right kronkk eternal-echoes kafkaesqueneet xrgl maleswillbemale aspiringfalseidol old-school-butch radafayscage -Row 8- makeyourownopinion gcdk ex-schizo zombierightsadvocate buildingmode2fromthesims1 sofuma feministclassicist radfemlands scumlafeccia son-of-hemera terra-feminarum natures-imperfection atmospherings belastrenchcoat sublimeobjectperson wawaenjoyer feministhetic sparklypinktutu1 -Row 9- kittens2000 spacemonkeyg78 princessterf hidetothink nobleelfwarrior ancientdriftwood 10reallybigants radfemsilv elfyprincess meetmebythe1ake genderatheist religion-is-a-mental-illness s34b4ss kurwaii zlatan-dreams radradmarivy impawsterette if-you-see-gay-me lethalyellowallele dyke-chytilova molagrunda gruncheon victoriassecretagent

-Yippee you made it to the bottom! Check to see if I've added more since, if you'd like. Practice some self care. Love you.-

#transphobia #transphobia cw #pinned #talky tag

[huntinglove]

How to get away from antiship spaces (mostly)

Warnings: Long post, antis mention, mentions of pedophilia, rape, self harm and gore (none show, not descriptive)

Have you recently learned that you align yourself with the proship label? Would you like to get away from antis as safely as you can? Here's what I've learned, as an ex anti:

1. It may be hard, but try to get rid of/abandon your accounts where you used to interact with antis.

This is one of the hardest steps because having a lot of followers can be discouraging, but it's the safest approach in this situation, because if antis see you following or interacting with proshippers they WILL question you about it and depending on how you tackle their asks they'll throw you to the wolves and publicly "warn" people about you so people can mass report your account/harass you

This applies to anything; Tumblr blogs, Twitter profiles, Discord servers, if you've interacted with antis block them and delete your account if you decide to adopt the proship label

Antis constantly claim that they don't harass people but as soon as someone drops the anti label they dogpile them and call them "traitors" as well as their usual buzzwords to catch people's attention, it's better to pull the plug directly than just rebrand your account

1.5. If you REALLY want to keep your account because you've used it for a long time or because it works as a portfolio, please create a different account to post about proship content

If you make a new account remember to block your anti mutuals/followers from your main account before you start posting, art styles can be very unique and easy to spot similarities in, as well as typing patterns and reoccurring emojis/symbols

If there's the option to, keep your profile private until you've built a steady environment for yourself, if you prefer to keep your profile private permanently that's also a good option!

Remember, your safety matters more than numbers on a screen!

2. This one should go without saying but, please don't share much of your trauma/mental health issues/triggers with people online in general, but especially not with antis

I used to talk about my struggles and vent publicly a lot, antis would stalk my accounts and send me all types of fucked up content.

I've had people send me rape videos and threats, people telling me I deserved the abuse I went through, people would send me gore and self harm images, as well as suicide tutorials.

They can and will use all of it to their advantage, they're restless and will dig up even decade old posts if they feel it'll be useful for them. It can and will take a toll on your mental health, so please save yourself the trouble and only open up with people you genuinely trust and feel safe talking to!

You're not alone, but please don't let dangerous people take advantage of you when you're at a bad spot

3. Keep an eye on your followers, especially if your profiles are public. There are always some things to look out for to make sure your followers aren't antis pretending to be proshippers

According to my personal experience, here's some red flags to look out for:

A.Antis think that the word proship means problematic ship, so they'll refer to pairings as "a proship"

Most proshippers dislike this terminology because it comes from an incorrect definition and usually avoid it

B. TikTok antis specifically come up and use a lot of emoji combos, creating meanings for them and usually adding one or two combos that are actually known to proshippers, along with some never seen before

A lot of the time they use it to identify themselves, a sign that means "I'm not actually a proshipper, just baiting"

I've also seen antis use the clover emoji in combos, inspired by the "clovergender/cloversexual" scam that 4channers came up with, to make it seem like the LGBTQ+ community was welcoming to offending pedophiles. Antis do this because they assimilate the proship label with problematic ships, mostly age gaps/underage content

C. Their account is brand new but they already follow a lot of proshippers. This is usually because they'll follow proshippers who've been posted on a blocklist, usually in the exact order that they've been listed too

If they're on Tumblr, they'll usually keep the people they follow public, so that other antis can find and harass those proshippers

D. Keep an eye on their follow list. Like stated above, they'll usually keep it public and 9 times out of 10 there will be an out of place antiship account, it's most likely their main profile/account/blog

E. They'll use their usual buzzwords on their own posts

For example, if they're trying to mimic a proselfship account they'll post pictures of underage characters and caption it things like "omg i'm such a pedo" and tag their post with proship related tags

Of course this doesn't apply to everyone, so it's always important to take context into consideration, as well as how many of these red flags may apply.

And lastly, please remember that the block button is your friend.

If someone's interacting with you and something about them seems/feels off, block and move on

#✯ let's get serious #pro fiction #pro ship #proselfship #profic #proship #pro ship safe #pro shipping #profiction #proship positivity #proship safe #proship selfship #proshipper #proshipping #selfship proship #profandom #comship #comshipper #comship safe #comship positivity

[misc-obeyme]

Brothers do the Heart Trend

Okay this was another request from @oakley-tree1 for the brothers doing the heart trend where you make half a heart with your hands. So in this scenario, I went with MC is filming the reactions to them just holding out the half heart to the brothers. I'm saying this became a trend in the Devildom, too, at some point so some of the brothers know about it. Thank you for the request!

GN!MC

Warnings: None.

Lucifer

What are you doing, MC? He doesn't have time for nonsense, he is a very busy demon.

If you don't explain and just wait for some kind of interaction, he will sigh and shake his head before completing the other half of the heart.

Of course he knows about the trend. Did you expect him to be ignorant because it is such a trivial thing? He pays attention to what's going on in the Devildom closely, even if he thinks it's silly.

Secretly thinks it's incredibly cute when you do it, though. He knows you're filming this interaction, but he insists on taking a picture of the two of you for himself, too. Uses it as his D.D.D. wallpaper.

Mammon

Initially confused because who knows what's going on in his head at any given time. Was probably thinking about his latest attempt at obtaining more Grimm. So he just stares at you for a few minutes like ???

Once he realizes, though, he's gonna get blushy. Covers it up by saying something like of course you wanna do the heart tread with the Great Mammon!

There's no question that he knows about the trend, of course. Hams it up while you're filming his reaction, but like Lucifer, he also insists on a picture of you guys for himself. Won't let anyone see it. That's only for him!

Ya better not be doin' this trend with anybody else, MC!

Leviathan

Understands what you're doing at once. Although Levi probably doesn't care too much about social media trends, he is very aware of them due to being chronically online. In fact, he probably knew about this trend before it even hit the Devildom since he's always consuming human world stuff.

Blushes profusely, but he's so excited to do the trend with you. He's seen it countless times and thought he'd never get the chance to do it with someone himself.

If you pester him about it, he might complete the heart with his tail. But not before he gets incredibly flustered that you think it's really cute.

Make sure you send him that video, MC!

Satan

Does not know the trend. Looks at you in confusion for a moment before taking your hand and kissing the back of it. He doesn't know if that's what you wanted, but he wanted to do it, so he did.

Now you're the one blushing and laughing. Tell him about the trend and what you wanted him to do. He'll smile at you indulgently. Of course he'll do whatever trend you like, MC.

Now that you've brought this trend to his attention, Satan thinks it's pretty cute. Happily makes the heart with you, snapping a picture for himself, too.

Posts the pictures on Devilgram because he wants everyone to see how cute you two are.

Asmodeus

You know before you even attempt it that Asmo is going to be fully aware of this trend. As predicted, he immediately makes the other half of the heart, squealing in delight as he does it.

He's already got his D.D.D. out, taking pictures. You've made him so happy, MC! This is going to be so cute! You can be sure it's all going up on Devilgram.

He's so thrilled he can't stop himself from kissing your cheek when he snaps a photo of you guys doing the heart. This becomes his new profile picture on all his socials.

Probably does the trend with a few other people, too, but always talks about how they're never as cute as the time he did it with MC!

Beelzebub

Doesn't know the trend. Frowns at your hand in confusion. Eventually takes it, turns it over, and puts some of whatever he's eating in it. If you wanted to try some, you could've just asked, MC. He'll always share food with you.

While this interaction is incredibly adorable, you tell Beel about the trend and what you were actually attempting to do.

Ohhh. Now that you mention it, he has heard of that. Gladly makes the other half of the heart with you. Blushes a little at how happy it makes you.

Doesn't think to take pictures of his own, but you do it with his D.D.D. He's inspired to do the trend with Belphie too. Very happy when he has pictures of both of you doing the trend with him.

Belphegor

Doesn't know the trend, doesn't care about the trend. Assuming you attempt it while he's more alert, he's going to just stare at you until you explain.

Alternatively, you can attempt it while he's sleeping, which really just means you're positioning his hand yourself. He won't even know about it until he sees your post.

Come on, MC. If you really want to do that trend, he'll do it with you properly. Show him the pictures of you and Beel doing it to get him to smile. He can't deny that those pictures are pretty cute.

Now he has his own pictures with you, too. Absolutely enjoys watching the video of you doing this with all his brothers. Makes fun of Lucifer for knowing what it was.

masterlist | Thanks for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #this was pretty fun #misc writes #request

[sapphia]

Hey friend, I hope I can ask a favour from you. I’m a black non-binary lesbian going through a tough phase as Both of my parents are openly homophobic and transphobic. I've organised a crowdfunding to solicit for support to evacuate my home, it's been help for me. Please consider to donate to my pinned link on my profile if you can Reblog and share my pin post to reach a large audience with support . Anything helps at the moment.🙏❤️

Alright everyone, time for an impromptu lesson on how to spot scam asks!

The first sign that this message is a scam is honestly that someone is sending me this message at all, especially since I don't interact with the person enough to recognise their name. I'm sure that 99.9% of donation messages will be spam messages set up by accounts specifically designed to get money out of people, enough that I will delete these by default. I don't think I've ever had a genuine one. But if messages like this tug on your heartstrings enough to want to find out, let me show you how to do that.

The first warning sign is that I'm not following them. Maybe they're a longtime follower of my account though, and I might want to help them in that case, so to check that, I go to my account page, scroll down to the blog that was sent the message, and click on followers.

There I can type in alicesgarcia's blog name in the search, to see if she's following me. But I don't have to because I can see that she's right at the top of my follower list. This is a bad sign--it means she's followed me recently. To check this, I go to my notes and filter for followers only.

I left my ask notifications on too, and from this, I can see they actually sent me the ask BEFORE they followed me. Definitely a scam.

But let's say I want to go deeper. Maybe they're not my follower, but perhaps they are a genuine long-time tumblr user in a hard time--after all, they're a black non-binary lesbian with bigoted parents. That's all of my weak spots in one! I really want to support someone in that situation (Which, of course, I do, I'm on tumblr. This scam is highly targeted, and they s know what will get my sympathy).

So let's check out her blog. She's got a lot of posts, but they're all photo posts, which is another red flag. Though I'm scrolling and scrolling, most of the posts were made 1 day ago, with another big dump 5 days ago. There's a LOT of posts, too much to scroll through. This is deliberate, to make her look legit and discourage people from seeing the date of her first post. But by offsetting posts hundreds at a time (see address bar), I can find her first post.

And there we go--their first post was made five days ago. Definite scam. These are all huge red flags, but you don't need every one of them to tell you it's a scam. Any single one of these should have given me enough doubt that I would just click the block button. New follower? Scam. New blog? Scam. Blog all one type of post? Scam. No interaction with other blogs? Scam. Even the fact that she was so vulnerable and marginalised is a huge warning sign (you're being targeted), as is the fact that her blog just doesn't make her feel like a real person.

Look for ALL of these things. A good scam might set up a blog a month in advance and make personalised posts to gain your trust, or get the login of an old blog and use their age to make them look legit. Keep digging, and keep making sure that what you're seeing tracks with this being a real person in genuine need.

And if you're going to signal boost, even if you're not donating your own money, PLEASE do these basic steps before you post or reblog. Let's protect each other from this.

#scam #psa #alicesgarcia #fraud #scams

[pynkgothicka]

I see the request is open. Hoseok's portfolio "me myself and jhope all new hope", the one he wore all black with fire behind him really gives an evil villain. So can you write yandere villain Hoseok? Thank you.

Ｅ.Ｖ.Ｏ.Ｌ ＪＨＳ

Synopsis - You meet a man whose stuck in prison and start a relationship with him.

Pairing - Villain! Yandere! Dark! Jung Hoseok x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Alexa Demie

Tags and Warnings - Violence, Violence against MC, Manipulation, Smut, Fire

Authors Note - I HAD TO USE Y/N….. MY LIFE …… IS OVER

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“Meet a inmate?” You looked back at your friend Alexa as you say at her computer. She invited you over under the pretense of needing help cleaning up. But instead she was playing matchmaker. “Girl why?”

“Because, your lonely so why not go for a guy who is actually looking for love? Plus I already got a guy lined up.” She took the mouse from your hand and switched tabs. There showed a remotely attractive guy, slicked back black hair, and dark black eyes. You continued to read his profile, almost as if you weren't already won over by his good looks.

Hi I'm Jung Hoseok! I'm pretty much stuck in here for a bit :( but it would be way better if I had someone to talk too while in here! Trust me I make a amazing boyfriend both in and outside of jail. Please send me a letter!!!

“I mean… he's not ugly…” You say looking at the other pictures he had up. “Wait a minute aren't you a lawyer?? Do you know this guy?”

“First of all, I can't divulge information about my clients. Second of all this conversation is off the books. Third of all yes??” Alexa shrugged smiling at you. “Give him a chance, trust me he's a sweet guy. He just got delt the wrong hand in life. And trust me a small bonus is that he's nearby!” She said rubbing at your shoulder fondly. You thought about it for a moment. Alexa had just gotten into your life and she already saw how lonely you were. Maybe that says something. It's not like you had something to lose if things don't work out…

“Fine… but first mere second I'm creeped out I'm cutting off contact!” You begrudgingly said. Alexa squealed before hugging you close.

“Trust me. You will not regret this.”

🖤

“You have a letter!” Hoseoks head whipped at the sound of a voice. He looked at the man snidely, before getting up and grabbing the letter. It wasn't his lawyers pristine yellowish tinted letters. So who in god's name would've sent him a letter?

He went back to his on the bed spot and opened it up. It was filled with stickers and polaroids. As he looked closer he saw it was pictures of his lawyer Alexa and another woman.

And she was gorgeous.

The stickers were of things he mentioned he liked, like music notes and album covers. Then a letter flew out, and of course it intrigued him. So he opened the letter and began to read.

Hi Hoseok,

I got your contact information from my friend Alexa. Apparently she's your Lawyer?? She maybe lied to me but it's whatever!!

I'm (Y/N), and she told me you we're looking for a friend or maybe even a lover ;)…

This caught his interest greatly and as he continued reading, Hoseok couldn't have been more excited. He was always somewhat lonely so for this to happen when he was at his worst.

It had to be fate.

🖤

It has been a couple of months and Hoseok finally convinced you to come and visit him. So you did, and the jail he was in was huge. It was considerably a supermax prison, so maybe that correlated to it's size. You had to wear jeans and a t-shirt, nothing too revealing and you could only go in with a traditional watch.

Another thing was that they had to make the visit private. Unlike the other women you talked too in the office, they had they're visits with others around in a large room.

This should've been the first sign of what you got into.

A guard led you past a door towards the back of the facility. Alexa stood by the door in the back, and once she saw you she gave you a smile. She walked up too you giving you a close hug. “Okay so, he may seem a bit intimating in person but I swear he's not actually like that.”

“I've literally been talking to him, how could he change that much?”

“Hey I'm just warning you. But I'll be on the other side of that door just in case you want to opp out.” But you nodded and jokingly rolled your eyes. Alexa let out a laugh and then she left signalling some guys down the hall. The door closed and you looked at your watch nervously.

And that anxiousness only increased once the man of the hour walked in.

He had on a set of cuffs on both hands and ankles. The guards with him undid his cuffs. Once he saw you his entire mood changed. He waited for the guards to leave and the door to close before he hurried close to you and gave you a suffocating hug. He then connected your lips, suffocating you some more. Once he pulled away he gave a sheepish smile. “Go ahead and sit down, Alexa gonna get us some privacy.”

“But she told me men were gonna stand there wh-”

“Well things change baby. Listen, I just want to spend all the time we have together, alone.” Hoseok said his mood becoming serious all of a sudden.

You just finally nodded while the two of you sat there for about a minute or two. You could feel Hoseoks eyes trail over you. And you just kept looking away. But then he spoke. “You've really made my life better you know that?”

Finally.

There he was.

The sweet man who'd been talking to you for the last 4 months.

“Aww you don't mean that….”

“I do. I really do. I enjoy talking to you, and just thinking about you, god you plague my mind.” Hoseok said rambling.“Also you look even gorgeous in person.”

“Aww I'd say the same for you. You look really good.” You said trying to at least give him some compliments.

“Well you know I've been working out!” Hoseok said flexing his arms jokingly. You of course laughed, loving his sense of humor.

“I'm actually kind of nervous...”

“Why is that?”

“It's just that, I've never done this! The whole dating a inmate thing, I mean so far it's amazing. But it's just weird, you know?”

“Well, I say it's no different then us meeting on a dating site.” Hoseok says smiling even more at you. He grabs the back of your chair and pulls you closer to his own. “They should be gone at this point, so come on I want to feel you.”

Hoseoks hand rests on your thigh,his hands slowly rubbing at them, bringing you comfort.

“So you never told me what you did to get in here.” You ask looking at Hoseok, as his expression drops. He looks down at the table.

“Well, It was something… I really don't want to talk about it.” You instantly feel bad for even considering asking about it.

“Well we don't have to talk about it… We could do something else. I'm willing to do or talk about anything you want.” You say reaching a hand to touch his arm.

“If you only knew what I wanted to do to you…”

🖤

“God you're so fucking tight!”

Hoseok had you bent over the table in the room as he pounded into you. What turned into a playful conversation with some flirting in-between, turned into Hoseok fucking you like a starved man.

“God you're so beautiful…” Hoseok groans into your ear bringing you back too reality. Your nails dig into the table as Hoseok pushes the small of your back into the table.

His other hand spread your ass cheeks, as he let spit dribble onto your pussy. This only increased the sound of his quick and rough thrusts.

But you begin to feel the hand on your back get hot, and not just a bodily overworking hot, but unreasonably hot. It burned. It burned like all hell.

“Shit cum on my dick baby, I need to feel it…” Hoseok groaned out. You began to try and reach for Hoseoks hand to get it off of you. But that did nothing for you as you cum from Hoseok intense fucking, so does he.

And that's what it takes for Hoseoks to finally let go. He pulls out, taking two fingers and stuffing any cum that dared to come from your hole back in.

“What was that??” You ask trying to catch your breath, as you fix your clothes. “Like it felt like your hand was going to burn through me.”

“Oh I don't know. Maybe you lost your mind from how good I was.” Hoseok joked, fixing his own clothes. His brown jumpsuit is just about drenched with sweat. You laughed with him awkwardly.

Did you really just imagine the sudden rise in temperature coming from Hoseok?

Maybe…

But you're interrupted by a loud bang on the door. “Jung! You got two minutes!” A voice booms outside. You quickly fix your appearance and hair, just as Hoseok does.

“Wait!” He say before quickly digging into his pocket and giving you a paper frog. It's folded using your favorite color of construction paper.“I made it for you! I hope you like it…” Hoseok said looking away for a quick second. He teetered from left and right, his nervousness showing more than ever right now.

You then quickly go to give him a hug and kissing his cheek affectionately. Hoseok smiles, turning to kiss you on the lips quickly. “Hoseok… I love it! Now let's get out of here before they come in and see what we did.”

“Okay Okay! You promise to come see me again?” His tone dropped to a serious level.

“Of course I will.” You said following him out. This was easily the best day of your life.

🖤

Around a week passes and without a single letter or call from Hoseok. It hurts, you really thought the two of you bonded when you finally did visit him. Maybe you creeped him out? Or maybe you were just dumb and he played you for just a quick fuck.

You couldn't figure it out and honestly you'd just stare at the frog he gave you. It seemingly mocked you in the worst way possible.

You get up and head to your small living room, trying to distract yourself you turned on your television.

“Breaking News, Super Villain Jay has broken out of prison and the police are on high alert. If y-” You turn off the television quickly. That's far too harrowing for the moment. That would only make you worry more.

So you go the bathroom and wash your face with some water.

When you walk out of your bathroom you could feel your apartment becoming hotter. Then you see your doorknob, physically turning red and emitting a large amount of heat.

You wouldn't dare touch it. And you watched as it popped out. This was the sign to get away from the door as it opened slowly. You hid behind your small kitchenette, the island hiding your body perfectly. The person wore leather and smelled like smoke and a active fire.

“I know you're here…” A voice taunts as they walked into your living room.

“Where are you…?”

You took this as a time to slowly make your way too the front door and slide your way to the hallway. You could easily point this to being Jay. But what would Jay have anything to do with you?

You called Alexa as you hid under the stairs. But she didn't pick up.

So you tried again.

She didn't pick up.

But you couldn't figure that out as a figure stood over you.

“Hello.~” He said smiling at you. But you didn't stay as you crawled past him and got up going upstairs.

“Fuck! No! No!” You said considering the fact that you couldn't go down and have probably trapped yourself. But hearing someone else's feet quickly behind you, brought you back to at least getting away from Jay.

You made your way upwards towards the roof. You closed the door behind you and locked it with the metal barre connected to the door.

But that didn't hold your assailant.

The door began to melt, a large hole forming in the center. Jay laughed at seemingly your attempt to stop him as he ducked into the hole and came out.

“Why did you run away from me baby?”

You knew that voice… you finally to think deeper than the surface when it came to Jay.

Then it hit you.

Your boyfriend.

This was your boyfriend.

“Hoseok?? You…. you're Jay?!” You said genuinely dumbfounded.

“Yup. Surprise!!” He said coming close to you.

“B-But why?!” You yell moving back towards the edge of the building.

“I've been watching you… always just waiting. Then when Alexa got into contact with you I just knew this would be so easy.” He said approaching you, His hand made is way to your waist, holding you close to him. So Alexa was never your friend… she just used you and led you to getting with him.

“Aww are you upset at her. Don't be, she stuck with me even after I got into jail. That part wasn't planned at all. Then after you visited me, and then allowed me to fuck you. I just knew you were the one. You'd always been the one…” Hoseok touched your forehead with his own, the heat radiating off of him making you sweat profusely

“So… when I felt your hands…”

“Just a little experiment gone wrong. Made me who I am now…” He said raising a hand a flame forming in it. With that flame he showed you a silhouette of the two of you together. You were kissing him… something for sure you'd never do again after finding all of this out. “Look at how happy we could be…. All you have to do is agree to this.”

“Agree to what?”

“To me. To this. To us.” Hoseok said his eyes going wide. They were filled with insanity and all you could do was shake your head no.

“No. No no… Hoseok, Jay I don't fucking know but let me make this clear. I don't want this! I don't want you anymore.” You said jerking away from him. You had no where to go.

“Who said you have a choice? You either come with me… or I burn this entire fucking unit to the ground. Id kill everyone inside. Starting with you.” Hoseok let your waist go as you lost your footing. He grabbed your wrist as you dangled off the side of the 8 floored apartment unit.

“Fine! I'll go with you just please don't hurt me… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” You said beginning to cry, tears cascading down your cheeks. Hoseok smiles at you wickedly as he pulled you up quickly connecting the both of your lips.

“I knew you'd make the right decision…”

#dark writing #tw dark content #tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #tw gaslighting #pynktalks #yandere bts #bts yandere #bts #j hope bts #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #bts fanfic #dark bts #yandere jung hoseok #jung hobi #hobi #yandere jhope #yandere fanfiction

[venelona-turtle-den]

Ghost Future Leonardo FAQ

(...I'll get a better header picture later. Maybe.)

(Get your own Desktop Old Turtle Man here)

Since I keep getting repeated questions, I've decided to make a FAQ where I can put all explanations to and link to it 👉👉

❓How do I keep Leo on top of my screen applications?

If you want him to stay on top of your windows, right click him, then go to Options - Preferences, then the Ghost(2) tab in the big menu that pops up. Check "Always Show Foreground" and that should do it.

❓Is there any screenshots on how I can install Leo?

Check out this post, it describes how to install Leo, screenshots included

❓Does Leo work on Chromebook, IOS, newer Android, etc? Will he ever?

No. I can't personally make him work on other platforms - unless the developers of the software (called SSP) will make SSP work on those platforms, Leo won't be able to work there.

❓How do I talk to Leo? How do I ask him a question? How do I pet him?

After installing Leo, if you want to interact with him just double click him - anywhere but his face. Right click on him calls more generic options menu.

To pet him, stroke the top of his head with your mouse, no clicking. If you want to know more general area, look at this gif here.

❓Download link for Leonardo doesn't seem to be working, what should I do?

Since the download link in my post leads to the website I made on neocities, sometimes website doesn't work, but you should be able to install Leo straight from the Google Drive here. You can see instructions linked in the second question of this post.

❓My data doesn't save - every time I open Leo, the introduction plays again, what should I do?

Most of the time it means that the files have been installed incorrectly, and folders are not where they should be.

Here's the files you should have in your 'ghost' folder (the location of which will most probably be your 'downloads' folder), and files you should have there

For the first 'ghost' folder, unless you installed desktop ghosts before you will only have 'Future Leonardo' and 'emily4' folders

Inside the 'shell' folder you should have 3 folders - 'Taileo', 'Neon Leon' and 'Chin Stripes', and they all contain lots of pngs and a couple of txt files

Don't worry about 'profile' folder, I believe it just saves the data of ghosts's coordinates on your screen in case you move them around

It might be a problem with a save file - just make sure you don't move 'aya5_variable.cfg' from the 'master' folder, because that's an actual file that contains all the save data.

❓Will you ever make more TMNT ghosts? Other brothers?

No. I have enough stuff I still wish to implement to Leo, and even if I made any other turtle, the overall experience wouldn't be much different. But don't let your dreams be dreams, you can always try and make your beloved turtle live on your desktop yourself! English Desktop Ghost devs community is so lovely, they're always happy to help both new and seasoned devs 💖✨

❓I still have a question!

You're always welcome to send me a question. I might take time responding (perhaps a lot of time...), but if you send it straight to DMs I usually reply within a day. So, DM this blog or @venelona for urgent questions 💌

#rottmnt #ghost future leonardo #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo #rise leo #ghost future leonardo dev #ghost future leonardo update #faq #help #ask v #future leonardo

[sawyerconfort]

Catching You Wearing Their Shirt with The Rockford Peaches (+Max)...

Right! As always, when I open a new era on the blog, I start with a preference, and since I haven't done that in a while, I decided to use it to announce that I'm OFFICIALLY taking requests for A League of Their Own for now!

Since I watched this series, I've been obsessed with it and the cast in general, so I thought that with the lack of fanfics about them here on Tumblr, I'd start writing some. I hope you like it, and I hope you might be interested in the series as well. It is worth taking a look!

Anyway, let's go to the preference. Starting with a cute one and going until you guys get tired of fanfics with them hahahah

(Just to add, the fanfics with the Heathers and Stranger Things will still appear here and will be free to requests too, if you want).

You can send me an ask or comment on one of my last posts if you have any special requests... the rules and masterlist are fixed on my profile!

Enjoy!

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W H A T  H A P P E N S  W H E N . . .

(Carson Shaw, Greta Gill, Maxine Chapman, Maybelle Fox, Jo de Luca, Lupe Garcia, Jess McCready, Esti Gonzales and Shirley Cohen)

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Carson Shaw

She opened the door with force and haste, not giving a damn about the girls who were jostling each other, just so she could see you step into her field of vision and jump into your arms, giving you a kiss when the girls seemed to walk away. .

“We won!” she screamed, as soon as she parted from your lips. “We won, and it was no fun without you there to celebrate!”

“I know not,” you replied, smiling. “But I'm proud of your victory, that's what matters. I missed you like crazy here alone!”

Carson smiled pityingly and kissed you once more. The two of you were dating, but she had decided that it would be best to avoid public appearances, because people might be suspicious.

Suddenly, she was staring at you with a frown.

“Hey, is this my favorite shirt?”

You blushed violently, caught off guard, thinking she wouldn't notice. "Yeah...", you stuttered. "I was missing you a lot, and I thought I could wear your shirt to have your scent closer to me and lessen the longing, who knows...", it was your turn to frown. "Why? Some problem? Did I get that ugly?”

“I think with the mask on, it’ll work a lot better,” Carson replied, her face serious and her brow furrowed. Seconds later, she was smiling and kissing you again, which made you understand that it was just a joke. “I'm kidding, baby. You don't look ugly even if you were wearing a watermelon around your neck. By the way, my shirt looked a lot better on you than it did on me, you know?”

Greta Gill

It happened in the same context between you and Carson. You were dating Greta and she was out for a game, the final. Knowing that girls would drink after they competed if they won, you knew that your girlfriend would be late and wouldn't be able to meet you.

But the longing was so much that you couldn't stand it. You had to wear a Greta T-shirt to assuage the urge to run after her so you could sleep better with her scent beside you.

When she opened the bedroom door to see if you were actually asleep, she was met with that adorable scene, and of course she recognized the shirt within the first few seconds.

Greta approached you and noticed your chest rising and falling, overcome with sleep. She smiled and pulled the blanket up to cover you completely so you wouldn't get cold.

"Sweet dreams, (Y\NN)...you can keep this shirt if you want", she whispered before leaving and closing the door again, a thousand times more in love with you.

Maxine Chapman

Max smiled at the sight of you getting on the bus, all dressed up and ready for the game you guys would have in another city. You sat next to her as usual and held her hands as she looked you right in the eye. Something was different about her girlfriend.

“There's something about you that doesn't feel right, (Y\N), what is it?”, she asked, still looking at your face.

You smiled, knowing what it would be, but you didn't really respond. "I don't know, what do you think, M?"

“Is it your hair?” she wanted to know. “My mom will kill you if you show up over the weekend with the shortest strands, you know that.”

You smiled again. “No, it's not my hair. Pay more attention, Max..."

She stared at you a few more times until she noticed, biting her lip in disbelief. “I can't believe it, you little thief! You stole my favorite shirt! That's why I wasn't finding it in the suitcase!”

Maybelle Fox

“(Y\N)!”

"Yes love?"

You came across a seemingly angry Maybelle. She was rummaging through her suitcase and had practically all of her clothes lying on the bed in the room she shared with Jo.

Her eyes widened when she noticed what you were wearing, and she walked over to you pushing you on the bed and grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. "How do you dare? I thought girlfriends were for making deals!”

“What did I do, May?” you asked, a little confused.

“Now, isn't it obvious? Look at yourself, honey!”, she smiled, running her fingers through the fabric of the shirt and using it as a form of teasing. “This shirt is mine, it was in my suitcase until yesterday!”

It was your eyes' turn to widen. “Oh, is that your shirt? I thought it was mine! I was wondering about the scent on her!”, you reached out to kiss Maybelle quickly. “Sorry, May, do you want me to take it off?”

She held you once more and smiled, her expression suggestive. “Oh no, honey, not now! You can keep it for now. I'll borrow yours then. Remember how you told me that I would be lucky in the next game if I used it?”

And Maybelle left you there alone, in bed, full of unanswered questions about her, your weird random good luck charms and without the shirt you loved to wear so much. But you loved her just the same, and that was what mattered in the end.

Jo de Luca

Honestly, Jo doesn't really care whether or not you're wearing her shirt, and she even likes to see you go out of her way to tease her, but of course, every now and then some teasing wouldn't be lacking.After all, your girlfriend is Jo de Luca, right?

“Are you wearing my shirt again, birdy? (A/N: I predict a lot of fights with Greta over that nickname, huh)”, she would come telling you, just for fun.

“Force of habit,” you would reply, shrugging your shoulders. "Why? Don't you like it when I wear your shirt, Jo? Say it, and I'll take it off in a minute..."

She smiled and walked over to you, reaching out and kissing the muck that rose when she reached out. “I love it,” Jo replied, kissing your lips afterwards. "But you lack muscles, baby, you'll never get Jo de Luca's muscles, even if you're wearing my shirt."

Lupe Garcia

“Wow, what is this I'm seeing with my own eyes? Díos mio!”

You turned around to face Lupe standing in the doorway staring at you too, and revealing your body in her favorite shirt. Your cheeks flushed and you replied, in a low tone. “Is there a problem, dear?”

Lupe cleared her throat, looked at you with her eyes closed and smiled, approaching your body and taking you by the waist. "The only problem here is that you get extremely hot when you're wearing my shirt, cariño."

Giving in to the teasing, you let Lupe kiss you and throw your back onto the bed, giving you a sly smile.

"But we both agreed that you'd be better off without her, right?"

(I BELIEVE IN DADDY LUPE’S SUPREMACY SORRY FOLKS)

Jess McCready

"Love? Jess?”

“(Y\N)! No! GET MY SHIRT OFF YOUR BODY NOW!”

You smiled at your girlfriend's cute moment. Jess was very attached to her favorite T-shirt, and she hated people wearing it without asking permission. Since she treated you normally, because she thought she had no reason not to, you were on those people's list.

“Love, I'm so sorry,” you paused at the door, peering through the crack open while Jess had her face turned away so she wouldn't face you. "I know you like this shirt, I'm taking it off now, a minute!"

Suddenly, you were pulled inside with tremendous force, and Jess smiled as she pinned you to the wall. “God, you're so cute!” she whispered, kissing you. “You can have my shirt, beautiful, I don't mind. I have decided that I’ll make an exception for you in this regard.”

You smiled and kissed her playfully. “Of course, Ms. McCready.”

“But just for you, okay?” Jess whispered, approaching the door and yelling, now in a very loud voice. “DID YOU HEAR YOU IDIOTS? ONLY MY GIRLFRIEND CAN WEAR MY FAVORITE T-SHIRT, IF I SEE SOMEONE WEARING MY FAVORITE T-SHIRT, I WILL KILL THAT PERSON! THIS IS NOT A THREAT!”

God, your girlfriend was one of the cutest people in the world.

Esti Gonzales

“(Y\NN), have you seen my shirt-”

Esti smiled at the sight of you wearing her favorite shirt. You turned to face her and were about to open your mouth to apologize when she said it, in slurred English. "Don't be sorry, (Y\NN), don't be sorry...you can have her."

"Are you sure? I can give it back to you if you want.”

She shook her head and hugged you, kissing your cheek. “You look cute with her. Besides, what's written on it really resonates with you, you know?”

Your eyes widened. The writing on the shirt was, of course, in Spanish, something you didn't quite master yet. It was getting better, actually. That was one of the perks when she was dating Esti.

"Sorry Esti, I don't know what is written..."

She smiled, giving him a wink before leaving the room. “Novia caliente, which naturally means 'hot girlfriend', something you really are...”

Shirley Cohen

“(Y\N)? What happened? Why are you running?”

You smiled, stopping to speak to Esti in the middle of the room. “Shirl saw me in her shirt, now she thinks I'm going to get a virus or something. You know, she's totally crazy..."

“I SERIOUSLY!” Shirley yelled from the stairs. "YOU CAN GET SICK!"

“You don't have a virus, love, don't worry!” you yelled back from where you were. Shirley went downstairs. “Besides, Beverly asked that all the girls' shirts be washed last week. Any germs that want to get in won't last two weeks with the fabric softener smell in here."

Shirley stared at you as you smiled and hugged her sideways. "Confess, you're jealous of your favorite shirt, that's all."

 “I'M NOT JEALOUS, I'M JUST CAREFUL!”

#carson shaw x reader #lupe garcia x reader #greta gill x reader #esti gonzales x reader #shirley cohen x reader #maybelle fox x reader #jo de luca x reader #jess mccready x reader #max chapman x reader #a league of their own #aloto #lgbt #preference #romance #imagine #send me requests please #i'm obsessed with them

[justimagineok]

2:30 - the after || part 3 - hi, mom

Summary: One too sure, the other not that much. One focused on the present, the other too stuck on the past and afraid of the future. Both of them in love with each other.

Warnings: angst, curse words, a tiny tiny bit of fluff

A/N: feedback is always appreciated! 🥰 feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊

namjoons pov

Jin POV

"Jeon Jungkook I'm not leaving until you open this door!", Jin knocked on the door harder, waiting for a response, but he got none. "C'mon Jungkook!"

He stayed there for 40 minutes before his bladder betrayed him and made him go back home.

He tried to call Jungkook when he got home but the maknae didn't answer or visualize his messages, so he decided to go old school and voice-mail him.

"Jungkook, this is not funny. Answer the damn call."

"I'm gonna smack you so hard when I see you in front of me"

"If you don't answer me, I'll think you're dead or something, Jungkookie.  At least say something."

Jungkook literally send him a dot I'm a text and nothing else.

“Jungkookie, this is like, the ninth voicemail I’ve left, and I know you hate voicemails, so i’m thinking this might be the one that pisses you off enough to pick up the phone and talk to me. Because despite the number of times i’ve told you to shut up in the past years, i’m actually begging you to say something. Now. Weird how things work out, isn’t it? Anyway. Pick up your freaking phone, moron. Please. "

No response.

"I promise I wont keep leaving you this anoyng voice mails, but if you need me just call, anytime. I'll answer. I'm here for you. The members too. Take care, Jungkookie."

"Hi, mom.", Jungkook gave his mother his best smile, trying not to cry that fast. His mother didn't answer, pulling him for a tight and warm hug only her could give.

"I am here, my Kookie.", she patted his back as she felt Jungkook break down on her arms, sobbing like a baby. Just like he did when someone made fun of him in school or when he felt while riding a bike. "Mom's here to take care of you. Things will be okay..."

"They're not.", Jungkook mumble, still hugging her. "I miss her, mom."

"I know, Kookie...", she caressed his hair. "I know."

Jungkook's mother stayed with him for Christmas since he refused to leave the house. She cooked for him and made sure he took showers, cause, apparently that was something, he gave up on doing these past few days. All he did was watch marvel movies, eat skittles, looked your old pictures, stalk your profile on social media (you didn't post anything ever since you broke up)´and crying. It was the safest cycle.

That, until his mom appeared.

"Jeon Jungkook", she gasped when saw the messy house and broken things he didn't even bother to clean up. Jungkook closed his eyes in defeat, knowing what was coming. "What the hell am I looking at, Jungkook?", his mom walked, carefully not to stomp on something across the floor.

"Your place looks like a garbage dump, Jungkook!", she put the only chair that survived Jungkook's kicks, on its feet again. She looked at him, waiting for an answer, but he just shrugged. It was just now that she noticed how bad he looked. Jungkook was much skinnier than she remembers, his beard growing unevenly, and his clothes seemed like it didn't see water for days. Weeks? Jungkook detested dust or his things being messy, so what was going on?

"This is not okay, my Kookie.", she said with a much calmer voice, pointing at him up and down. "At least you're showering, but this — this isn't you.". Jungkook looked around the room. It was really messed up, but he didn't mind it. He had all the time in the world to clean it. Not today, at least.

His mother clapped hard, catching his attention again. " When's the last time you slept well? Or cut your hair?"

"I've been busy, mom.", Jungkook shrugged again.

"Jungkook, this place reeks alcohol too.", she got closer, holding his hand. “This is not the Kookie I know. The man I know never gives up. "She assured him, and Jungkook snorted.

"I don't have the strength to fight anymore, mom. What can I do?", he asked, defeated, letting go of her hand to sit down on his messy couch. "YN broke up with me and I didn't even stay in her way, mom.", he chuckled, trying to hold his tears. "I thought that if it was her choice, I couldn't hold her. Thought that maybe she was unhappy with me. If she really wanted to be free of me, I had to let her go."

His mom sat down beside him, giving him a sympathetic look and waiting patiently for him to keep talking.

"But none of this is okay, mom.", he looked at her with anger in his eyes. "I'm really fucking mad because she decided this for both of us.", he closed his eyes, breathing deeply. "I said to her that I'll hate for the rest of my life.", his eyes filled with tears, but he held them. He didn't even any more energy on him to cry.

"But I don't hate her. And I want her here with me. I want her to choose me over everything else.", he confessed. "I'm lost, mom. I don't know what to do."

"Y/N.", Haru called your name for the 5th time, trying to catch your attention. You hummed in response, acknowledging you were listening.  "Did you eat anything? The food I made you were barely touched.."

"I wasn't hungry.", you replied, focused on cleaning the last stain in the pan. You have been on this project for what... 20 minutes? No way you're losing to a pan.

Haru sighted, reaching out to take the pan from your hands.

"I'm not finished, Haru...", you took the pan back, rubbing the brush even harder. Haru had the kind heart to let you stay in her place after you broke up with Jungkook,  the least you could do was help her with the house.

On the day you left, you called Haru while you were driving, asking to go to her house and she agreed, not having a clue what was happening. But when you got there with your bags and the most depressing face she had ever seen, she put 2 and 2 together very quickly.

You said to her what happened, and she stayed with you the whole night while you cried your heart out. You told her about your mom's call and everything you did after that and the promise Jungkook made you before you left. There was no coming back.

She listened to you, only nodding in agreement. She didn't think you were right for a second, but she stayed with you until you fell asleep.

It's a weird thing when you broke your heart, because you suffer like hell, but anybody has any idea or any sympathy towards that because it's not visible. It's not like a death of a loved one or a car accident. You can't see it clearly. But if you watch very closely, you can see. The way their eyes get lost thinking about the moments, their lack of animosity or their suddenly change of behavior. No more lunch dates, or texting during the day. No more stupid grins looking at the screen. Nothing.

When you go through a break-up with someone you loved, it feels like you suddenly lost your superpower. You're back to being just human. You're back to being like everyone else, 'cause you don't feel like you did before. Now, every call you receive is greeted with the same animosity: none. Cause you know it's not them calling, it's not them texting or video calling. No silly memes, plans for the future, snapchats, song recommendations, sexy pics. Nothing.

Now, you're back to being one in the crowd. Maybe you always were, but before... the knowledge that you were loved and admired by the one you love made you feel like you stand out. But now? Now you're just... you.

" you can't just keep it all bottled up, you know? ", Haru tried again, reaching out and putting the pan on the dryer. This time you didnt stop her, letting her help you take the wash dishes clothes out. "You gotta let it all out of you, YN, otherwise you'll just explode."

You looked at her, who gave you a kind smile in return. Haru wasn't the type or person to be gushy or over friendly, but she damn well knew how to care of his friends. She could be brutal honest sometimes, but she knew when you were able to take it or not.

"Have you even taken the time to let yourself feel it?"

"Feel what, Haru?", you asked, defeated. "I'm the one who chose to break up.  What do I have to feel? It doesn't even make sense"

Haru signed for you to sit with her on the island.

"Feel everything that’s been happening, my friend. Eventually,  you have to slow down and let it feel real. Pretending like you're fine just because you're the one who broke things up, it's not okay. "

You nodded, holding back the tears. Jungkook hasn't called you once ever since you broke up. Haru told you about her texts with Jin, but that was all. Deep down you wanted to hear from him even if it was in the news, but  for what you had noticed, Jungkook disappear even from his schedules ever since that day. You watch the news saying about Jungkook's hiatus, but you knew better than believing in rumors. Hybe even released a note, informing the fans Jungkook was taking a quick break to recover physically from his lasts' performance, since they took a toll on him. But you knew better than that, too.

You wanted to text, call, check how he was, but you didn't do anything.

"If you walk out of that door, I’ll hate you for the rest of my life. "

"There will be no going back from this, YN."

"He's better off without me." you confessed more to yourself than to her. "I can't risk ruining his life. I did more damage as it is."

Haru wanted to say you were wrong, but she didn't. She knew it wouldn't make a difference. At least not today. Now, while you were drowning in pain and guilty.

"... but I miss him. I miss Jungkook."

song: dear parents by Sundial

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Anthony’s been talking to a guy on a gay/lgbt dating app for a while, sending pictures and dirty messages. The two of them finally decide to meet up (for a date or for a hookup) and it ends up being Damien. Wether they decide to forget it ever happened or decided to try something is up to you.

Smut warning! This is a work of fiction I don't condone anything yadda yadda 4.7k words. P0rn with feelings, self-esteem issues, first times so nervous boys being awkward but still filthy, and top!Anthony. Hope you enjoy!

Anthony was new to this. This being meeting someone off a dating app. He took a deep breath taking a sip of his coffee. Not only that it was also his first time with a guy... And it wasn't something as innocent as just a date.

Now they were going to hang out for a moment and talk about their days and actually get a feel for each other but this was definitely more of a hookup than anything. He'd barely found out he was bi in his last relationship and when they amicably went their separate ways he felt it was finally his chance. That's why he was on the app in the first place. He was looking for something safe and anonymous being a personality online he could never be too careful especially since he got his company back. They hadn't even publicly announced their breakup but he was pent up so he made an account. No real names no faces just a short description. Sweet and simple. His read like this:

tonynotthetiger: Tony, 35, into music, video editing, and a few videos games.

He had a few pictures of his hands in his profile since a lot of people seemed to like them but his tattoos were photoshopped just a bit differently to keep people from clocking that it was him. Thankfully it was just his tattoo artists style...

He'd talked to a few people he matched with even meeting a couple but nothing really seemed to *click*. He was really about to give up when he messaged him.

I like your hands. I think I'd like them as a necklace ;)

He was a bit taken aback by his forwardness and so he checked his profile.

justahugenerd: Chris 32 cat dad and just a nerd about many things. Also very much neurospicy so please bare with me

Well at least he was honest... He looked at his profile seeing very few pictures but most of them were of what he guessed was him in thigh highs with little bows and garters legs spread prettily in some kind of black skirt or dress. He definitely liked that it wasn't much but it made his heart beat just a bit faster so he replied.

Well that was kinda of forward but I like it

Really 😳 I honestly didn't think it would work 😅 but heyyy

Anthony couldn't help but chuckle. He seemed cute already.

Well it worked on me so heyyy

And it just went from there. They talked about other things of course they actually had a lot in common and he just enjoyed talking to him on hard days. He would try and help best he could, telling him about his own day or what his cats had gotten up to. It easily put a smile on his face. The pictures he sent also helped though. Soft body he wanted to grab milky white thighs... Dripping cock as he fucked himself on a dildo or stretched around a plug... Which led him to where he was today. They'd been talking for weeks before finally gaining the confidence to actually meet in person. "Chris" especially because he said his confidence wasn't the best and he was afraid he'd run away screaming even though he'd seen (most of) his naked body. Anthony reassured him he'd never wanted anything more. Finally they chose to meet up at a small cafe that wasn't far from either of their places apparently. "Chris" said he'd be wearing a Zelda shirt and Anthony said he'd be in a ripped sweatshirt.

Now he was nearly shaking with anticipation. Or maybe it was the coffee he'd already had to pass the time as he worked on his second cup. Yeah that was definitely it. He took another drink when suddenly a familiar face popped into view. Oh god no, he thought, dipping his head trying not to be seen. He'd know the bright purple hair anywhere and he felt like he wanted to die. He didn't want Damien to be here when he met his hook-up but then the man scanned the cafe before spotting him. He smiled walking closer before recognition finally hit. His face flushed and eyes widened before a hand slapped over his mouth and Anthony registered what he was wearing... A Zelda shirt.

No oh god no that can't- and then it all clicked into place. 32 cat dad nerd neurospicy... Damien Christian Haas... Who else could it have been? His mouth went dry as Damien just stared. They seemed frozen in time before a waiter had to ask Damien to move out of the walkway and he moved closer to the table. Anthony sighed breaking out of the stupor first.

"Come sit. We're gonna have to talk about it eventually," he said finally. Damien fidgeted before sitting in the seat in front of him. He couldn't look up couldn't look him in the eyes. His mind was racing because he couldn't believe his boss had seen him naked vulnerable... And still wanted to meet. "So... Chris huh?" he asked first. Damien scoffed.

"They said to use a alias so I used my middle name, Tony," he emphasized in the name Anthony used. It really was him and he put his face in his hands. Once his eyes closed though his brain ran wild showing for a split second what Damien would look like in the place of the man he fantasized about. He shook his head looking at him.

"I also thought you were ace?" he asked questioning. He didn't want to pry but he was curious.

"Aceflux... I lean demi but I have times when I feel allo like I did when we started talking but honestly... I liked you. Like you? This is so confusing," he said putting his face in his hands as he flushed even more. "That's why I came here today."

"I'm sorry I liked or rather like you too but I don't know..." he trailed off. Would it truly be wrong? They were employee and employer but barely... They were really just adults doing their own thing. Damien put his hands on the table trying to breathe and Anthony placed a hand on top of one. He looked at him questioningly. "How about this... We'll go through this date and we'll decide after if we wanna pursue after all or just let it go okay?" he said gently and Damien hesitated but he turned his hand to squeeze Anthony's. He couldn't help but like Tony so he felt he might as well give Anthony a chance.

"Sounds like a plan," he said with a soft smile and Anthony's heart rate quickened.

"So how are your girls?" he asked with a smile and Damien lit up. He was a usual cat person always ready and willing to talk about his cats.

"They're doing great! They've been spoiled butts recently but it's just how it is especially with fall and me going out and doing spooky things that I love!" he started rambling excitedly and Anthony listened a smile on his face. "I'm sorry," he said sheepishly after his rant. "How have you been lately? Exciting I bet but how have you balanced everything really?"

"It's been tough a little bit but having weekends off helps a whole fucking lot," he said grin on his face. "I have so many things from Smosh to my own company but it's also thrilling because I get to do these things. I get to have fun with my friends and I get to interview people who don't usually get a chance ya know? It's pretty great even though I'm exhausted at times. It's all worth it ya know..." he trailed off as Damien was looking at him intently with a smile nodding along. He cleared his throat. "So you wanna order?" It was a date after all.

"Ooh yeah of course!" Damien said grabbing the menu and looking over it's contents. It was a small cafe so it was mostly cold cut sandwiches and pastries so it was slim for choice. The waiter came by once more taking Anthony's empty coffee cup and taking their orders. Anthony got a salad and water to offset all the caffeine he ingested while Damien got a simple ham and cheese sandwich. Once the waiter left they fell back into easy conversation laughing and joking. It was so easy being around each other for some reason like they knew each other which they did but it felt... Different. Once their food came though they fell quieter talking small talk new things to watch and the like. They knew once they were done they would have make a decision which neither really wanted to know the answer to. They ate slowly still chatting and laughing a little. Anthony liked hearing his, it bordered on goofy at times and it made him laugh easily. Soon enough though their food was finished and the tension felt thick in the air between them.

"So what's the verdict?" Anthony asked keeping his tone light and joking. Damien sighed.

"Fuck," he said softly before giggling. "Fuck I like you this is so..." he buried his face in his hands once more. "We wouldn't be risking anything right?"

"I don't think so. We're not a normal company and we're close enough in age to know what we're doing," he said. He reached across the table and took his hand again. "And to know what we want." Damien nodded.

"So... Mine or yours?" he asked flush on his cheeks once more. Anthony bit his tongue to keep from groaning heat already coursing through his body at the simple question.

"Mine if you don't mind. I feel like it'd be the safer option more secluded. I also don't think it would be weird for people to see you enter my home instead of vice versa," he said calculated. He nodded again. He'd thought about this a lot apparently. Anthony stood holding his hand out. "Well... Shall we then?" he asked with a smirk and Damien blushed before taking his hand as he helped him stand. They walked to the parking lot and Anthony walked to his car Damien following. "Did you drive or-"

"Uber," he said a little sheepishly. Anthony nodded unlocking the car. They got in and made their way to Anthony's, car ride a little quiet due to the tension of what was going to happen. He turned on the radio and thankfully they had similar taste in music as they both sang along to rock and elder emo bs. Soon enough they made it to Anthony's house. He got out first coming around to the passengers side where Damien was getting out looking around before grabbing him by the waist much to his surprise pressing him against the car. He was just a bit impatient being so pent up. He leaned in before stopping.

"Is this alright?" he asked lightly voice thick with want. Damien swallowed flushing deeper. This was all new but he nodded breaths coming a little more shallow. Anthony captured his lips gently tasting a salty sweetness there. He held back a groan as he pushed him more against the car making him squeak as he pressed flush, enjoying his warmth against him. Damien didn't move away instead, melting into the kiss as Anthony was a damn good kisser making him feel dizzy already. They stood there for a moment before Damien put his hands on his chest gently pushing him away and he felt like he'd done something wrong. He looked at him worried.

"I uh... Think we should save this for inside," he said a little breathless. Oh right they were still in Anthony's driveway. He took his hand which made him blush at the small gesture and led him to the door unlocking it quickly fumbling just a bit. They closed the door behind them and he resisted the urge to press him against another surface and instead led him to the couch. They sat a bit awkwardly knowing what was to come. Anthony put a hand on his cheek and he couldn't help but lean into it gently closing his eyes. As he did his eyes grazed over his features and damn was he pretty. Pink pouty lips contrasting his five o'clock shadow as well as the flush that spread across his cheeks. He opened his eyes and Anthony was taken aback by how breathtaking they were and the emotion swirling in them. Nervousness in them made him realize how long he'd been staring smiling sheepishly as if he'd been caught. Adoration was also there along with something darker as his pupils dilated. Ah... He swallowed.

"You're so pretty," he said simply and the flush seemed to grow darker. Damien's eyes widened just a bit at the compliment.

"T-thank you. You're uh... Really handsome," he whispered almost under his breath. "Are you going to kiss me yet?" Anthony nodded. He'd been so caught up in staring he'd nearly forgotten but he leaned in again and this time Damien met him. His lips were soft and the kiss was gentle and sweet. His other hand went to his waist pulling him closer deepening the kiss running his tongue over his bottom lip. Damien hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth slightly and his tongue prodded in gently. He whimpered a soft quiet sound but it was music to Anthony's ears. He pulled him ever closer as he swirled his tongue around his. Damien's hands rested on his shoulders gently one moving back fingers finding purchase in the hair at the base of his neck as he kissed back. They pulled away finally for a moment panting a bit looking at each other. Pupils blown lips wet and slightly swollen Damien was a sight to behold and Anthony kissed him harshly making him yelp slightly before kissing back with similar ferocity. Both hands rested on Damien's waist moving back one snaking up his shirt splaying against his back as the other went down to feel up his ass. He jumped a bit pulling away.

"Sorry was that too fast?" Damien shook his head panting.

"No no sorry I'm just- this is all new to me. I mean I've experimented and you've seen the uh," he cleared his throat, "pictures I sent you but I never-" he hesitated. Wait... What? He looked at him curiously.

"Wait Damien I'm not gonna be your first am I?" he asked seriously. Damien chewed on his lip looking down.

"Would it be so bad if you were?" he asked genuinely. Anthony froze mind racing. He gripped him tighter making him look at him.

"Maybe not... But I have to say I'm new to this too," he said looking at him intently. Damien's mouth dropped open before he closed it again.

"I guess we can learn together," he said softly before kissing him. I guess so, Anthony thought before pressing into the kiss once more. The hand still splayed on his back pulled him closer nearly into his lap. His other hand hooked onto his knee pulling so he was actually in his lap and Damien made a surprised noise before pulling away. "Are you sure this is okay?" he asked nervously. Was this okay? He looked pretty as a picture in his lap all flushed red shirt askew from where his hand was. But he looked down at him with worry and a little fear. Oh right... Body dysmorphia was a bitch.

"More than okay, really," he said leaning up to kiss him once more. His hand went up his thigh gripping the supple flesh there before moving back to his ass groping as he whimpered into his mouth. He was so pliant and warm under his hands he couldn't get enough already half hard in his jeans as he pressed him closer grinding their crotches together. They moaned Damien pulling away.

"Fuck-" he said before grinding down feeling Anthony's hardness against his. Fuck- holy fuck he was turned on and by him? He almost couldn't believe it and wouldn't have if he didn't see the hunger in Anthony's eyes. He scooted even closer in his lap grinding his ass against his bulge groaning as he did. "Fuck, Anthony-"

His name fell from Damien's like sin pretty and tempting. He kissed him harshly once more thrusting up against his grind making them both cry out. He gripped him tighter fingers digging into his back and gripped his ass tightly as they moved against each other deliciously. Anthony pulled away kissing down his neck as Damien held him close trying to catch his breath. His brain felt foggy with lust Anthony's lips the only thing anchoring him and he buried his fingers in his hair. He nibbled at the spot behind his ear before pressing more open mouthed kisses down his neck to his collarbone. He sucked gently making Damien moan but made sure not to leave a mark. At least not yet. He pulled away lifting his shirt before stopping and looking at him. Damien gulped but nodded and soon his shirt was pulled over his head and tossed aside. He tried not to feel self conscious as Anthony's eyes raked over his body. Anthony was in awe of all the pallid skin before him. He was gorgeous but he could tell by his body language that he didn't feel like that. He kissed him again gently as he ran his hands all over his body worshipping him with his fingers tips trying to commit every inch of him to memory. Anthony's hands were warm and rough from what he didn't know but they touched him tentatively caringly like he was precious. He pulled away again kissing down his neck holding him close as he did nibbling and sucking as he did.

"You can-" Damien gasped, "you can mark me if you want," he said gently. Anthony didn't need to be told twice as he sucked harsher and bit to make sure it stayed. He pulled away seeing a purple mark already start to form, a stark contrast, before making more down his neck and across his collarbone painting him pretty. He moved down his body to his chest nuzzling there before his hands came up and cupped his pecs massaging and pinching his nipples making him moan. He threw his head back slightly, eyes half lidded as Anthony worked his body. He then turned back and tugged at Anthony's own shirt. "I'm feeling a little underdressed," he said cheekily. Anthony chuckled pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside as well.

"Sorry about that," he said smirking but Damien wasn't listening enraptured by his naked torso. The paint strokes on his body were mesmerizing and his fingers traced the lines gently as they swirled and spattered over his pecs and abs. Anthony just watched him as he did light touches sending heat through him as he reached where his pants were. Damien wondered how far they went then flushed remembering the pictures he'd gotten... "Yep they're down there too," Anthony said making Damien jump slightly. Right yeah... He flushed before looking him in the eyes. He opened his mouth to apologize but he stopped him. "Don't worry it was nice. Now come here," he said pulling him down for another kiss. They pressed flush skin to skin and it was nice sharing their warmth and then Anthony thrust up once again. He pulled away needing more. "Bedroom?" Damien nodded and they stood up as he led them to his bedroom.

Once he got there he kissed him pushing him to the edge of the bed before pushing him down with an oomph. Damien stared at him wide eyed for a moment before he hovered above him kissing him once more pressing open mouthed kisses down his body. He reached his pants before looking at him for a response. Damien nodded and Anthony wasted no time as he undid his strange pants pulling them down. They landed where they landed and he was left in his boxer tented and leaking through the fabric. He gripped it running his thumb through the wetness making him keen.

"So wet for me," he couldn't stop himself from saying and Damien whined. So fucking gorgeous, he couldn't help but think. He stroked him a few times before pulling them off as well leaving him bare before him. His cock was red and leaking as it had been in those pictures and videos and his mouth watered a bit. Anthony leaned down and lapped at the tip before wrapping his mouth around the head gently sucking and Damien twitched arching just a bit pressing more into his mouth. He bobbed his head sucking gently as his hand went to cup his balls before moving down his perineum to his puckered entrance. He circled a finger around it prodding and pulling at the edges before pulling away. He pulled off his dick and Damien caught his breath as Anthony coated his fingers in saliva. He pulled them out shiny and wet trailing them down his perineum once more making him shiver. He reached his hole again and pressed in surprised at how easily it slipped in. He looked at Damien questioningly and he flushed covering his face.

"I may have... Prepped myself before I left the house," he said slightly muffled from his hands over his face. Made sense but it made Anthony's dick twitch in his jeans. He pressed the second one in not as easily a little snug but still a bit easier. Damien made a soft pleasured sound as he did eyes closing as he pressed himself onto his fingers. Anthony watched as his fingers disappeared inside him taking them so well into his tight heat. He scissored them stretching him just a bit more before crooking them looking for that spot inside him. Damien was just enjoying it until suddenly a wave of pleasure shot through him making him shake and moan loudly. "Fuck!" he couldn't help but nearly yell as Anthony assaulted that spot over and over with a smile. He could feel himself getting close, familiar coil in his stomach twitching around Anthony's fingers when he stopped. He whimpered, orgasm slipping away as Anthony pulled his fingers out. He clenched around nothing uncomfortably and Anthony couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't worry you'll be getting something better," he said more confidently than he felt. He walked to his bedside table opening the drawer and pulling out the lube he kept there for "emergencies." He came back palming himself through his pants as Damien stared. He undid his jeans pushing them down along with his boxers, cock springing free as he stepped out of them. He stroked himself and Damien stared before gulping. "Like what you see?"

"Y-yes I just... Fuck I knew you would be big but fuck-" he said chuckling a little nervously. Seeing it in person was definitely different than in a picture. He felt a little intimidated but he tried to relax. He took some deep breaths as he watched Anthony pour some lube on his hand before spreading it all over his cock. He then pressed the extra against his opening and he shivered. He lined up pressing in gently but steadily. The head popped through and he groaned but continued on as Damien gripped the sheets. Anthony was definitely bigger than any of the toys he'd used before but he was determined. Anthony finally bottomed out stopping and groaning breathless at the way he was clenching and fluttering around him. He leaned down pressing a kiss to his lips as a distraction and he wrapped his arms around his neck kissing him like his life depended on it. After a moment Anthony pulled away and gently rocked into him as he got used to him. He moaned as he resisted the urge to slam into his tight heat over and over instead pulling out slightly before gently pressing back in. Damien took deep breaths as he took it now not as unpleasant but not exactly pleasurable. He put a hand on Anthony's shoulder and pulled him down for another kiss enjoying the skinship and his lips against his. Anthony kept his shallow thrusts as he relaxed around him shifting and pressing in a bit harsher making him groan. He pulled away.

"You doing alright?" Anthony asked gently and he nodded. Pleasure was starting to build as he pressed down on his thrusts and Anthony understood. He thrust into him harder and he moaned prettily. He kept that fucking into him steadily loving the pretty sounds that fell from Damien's lips. He looked so beautiful face and chest flushed a splotchy red all over, mouth open, and eyes glossed over when they weren't squeezed shut.

"Anthony please more," he whined and Anthony obliged slamming into him. It felt like it knocked the wind out of him but it felt so good as he filled him full over and over again. He could barely think, mind swimming as he dug his nails into Anthony's back. He didn't mind he actually enjoyed the feeling of his nails in his back hoping the crescent shapes they left would stay. He gripped him harshly as he slammed into him again and again sounds of their bodies filling the room as Damien took it all. Anthony adjusted and pressed his thigh up angling so he could get even deeper and Damien nearly screamed as he did. "Fuck again please," he begged shaking with it. And so he did again and again gripping his thigh till he felt like it would bruise. Damien was no longer there muttering curses and praises in the same breath. He was getting close again, the familiar warmth in his belly building. Anthony could feel it too in the way he pressed against his thrusts and the way his muscle fluttered around him deliciously.

"Fuck you feel so good look so pretty taking my cock so well," he mouth spewed, filthy things filling Damien's ears as he mewled at the dirty praise. It was pushing him closer to the edge and then Anthony wrapped a hand around his cock stroking it before he was cumming with a yell. His thighs threatened to shut but he held them open as he chased his own orgasm groaning at how he clenched around him tightly as his body rode out his. He was so close ramming into him harsher as he groaned. Damien was whimpering in oversensitivity when he got an idea in his flooded brain.

"C'mon please- fill me up I need it," he whimpered nearly crying and Anthony's orgasm hit him like a freight train. Fuck- holy fuck! He couldn't believe how hard he came, vision almost whiting out as he curled nearly into himself as he continued to fuck into him finishing his orgasm before finally stopping nearly collapsing on top of him. They stayed there catching their breath relishing in the afterglow as they came down. Damien kept his arms around Anthony though his nails were no longer digging as he nuzzled into his neck. He smelled of sweat and sex but also something earthy, like home and his heart skipped a beat. Suddenly he felt emotional and he didn't understand why as he pressed into his neck trying to keep the tears at bay. He didn't want to fuck this up as he held him tighter. Anthony felt him press closer and hold him tighter as his breath stuttered. He pulled them both to the side Damien staying at his neck and he ran his fingers through his hair.

"You're okay. You did so well," he said gently and Damien didn't know why it made him feel worse nuzzling further and then Anthony got it. "We'll be okay I promise." And suddenly he pulled away eyes tinged red with unshed tears.

"You promise?" he said looking up at him hopefully. He brought him up for a kiss soft and sweet and gentle. He didn't know if he could promise they'd be okay for sure but he could promise he'd try. But he'd promise for tonight to make him feel safe and secure.

"I promise," he said finally after pulling away. Damien nodded not completely trusting it but cuddled against him exhausted yawning. Anthony held him close pulling the blankets around them before pressing a kiss to his forehead which his preened at before closing his eyes. They'd worry about everything else tomorrow, today would be perfect.

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6, 20 and 29 :)

6. Favorite title you've used.

Hmmm. Probably my jemily fic: run into her like a river strong or my trimberly fic in this fairytale. I feel like they both fit so well, and I'm obsessed with the songs they're from.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I don't really reread my fic. I do while I'm writing and editing, but I can't stand reading them too many times. And I don't read them after I post them. The only ones I've actually reread this year (as far as after posted) are walk me home and walk me home again (trimberly). And I hated them. But. I would like to reread my mob wives series (trimberly/posie) because I have an idea for a third one.

29. Favorite line/passage you've written this year.

Oh this is hard. I have such bad memory of what I've written once I post. Hm. I think from my WIP oneshot of Jemily/JJ's prespective while Emily is "dead". JJ goes to Penelope's apartment, the only person who knew JJ and Emily were dating before everything, to get some comfort.

When you get there, you pay the cabbie and walk up to the door and knock. Penelope opens the door wearing a robe, piggy slippers, and a pink hoodie with a unicorn head over her own head. You smile easily.

“Relaxing night in, Garcia?”

“You know how I roll, Goldilocks.” Then she beams. “Come in, come in, I was expecting you.”

“What? I didn’t know I was coming until ten minutes ago.”

“Ah, but my love, no one can resist quality time with this-,” Penelope sweeps a hand in front of herself, “-beautiful, funny, best hug-giver in the world.”

“You’re right,” you nod. “That’s exactly why I came over.”

“Good! Then uncross your arms-“ She reaches out and pulls your arms down, “-put away those sad eyes, and come inside.”

You’re not sure how you can put your sad eyes away though. Maybe the same way you do at work. The same way you have to when working with a handful of the best profilers in the FBI.

Penelope takes your hand and leads you to her couch. She makes you sit and asks, “Do you want tea?”

“Sure, I’d love some.”

She bustles off and you lean back. You look around her brightly decorated apartment with all of her knick-knacks that you have memorized in place from how often you’re there, and feel your shoulders relax. 

But being there also reminds you of all the ladies nights you, Emily, and Penelope shared there. Especially after you and Emily began dating, and it was just the three of you. Penelope curled up on your side or Emily’s side, as you and Emily sat close. You two didn’t cuddle or even hold hands much around Penelope, but you always treasured the feel of Emily’s shoulder pressed to yours, her leg tight against yours, and knowing — without seeing — every time she smiled. Maybe that’s what you miss most; her smile. Radiant, warming, and special. She always took — takes — herself and her work so seriously, and it was truly a blessing to see her smile like that.

'At least she’s not dead', you think to yourself. It’s your mantra. As much as you miss her, at least she’s not really dead. And eventually, someday, she'll come home to you.

Please send more! - ao3 wrapped (writer's edition)

#rose does asks #ask meme tag #meta stuff #otp; trimberly against the world #otp; jemily are blackbirds #thank you friend!

[opinated-user]

new sankaku accounts discovered: SpiritusKhayyamAliana

the link where you can find the google drives with the screenshots, both censored and uncensored, with the pertinent warning of the content can be found here:

(the post got marked as mature so you'll have to be older to agree to see it. but even older people should listen to the warnings. don't let curiosity get the best of you. keep yourselves safe.) in the past i have gotten alert about this account but i dismissed it as a potential troll, just like the anon originally did. my biggest reason for it was that the accounts have been pretty recently created and that messages made notice that it used a feature to recieve a constant flow of content coming from specific tags. a feature like that sounded to me like someone trying to inflate the number of an account to try to make it seem more legitimate. the anon who gave the alert has their own reasoning to think this is LO's account and i agree it sounds suspcious, mostly because of that feature and because this accounts was different to any others in the sense that they actually left comments. just 20+ comments, not that many for someone who was only making them to try to smear someone else, does it? but enough to be of an user who regularly used the site and wanted to have an active participation on it. the comments themselves are bad, but if you were someone getting out of your way to try to smear someone else... they're pretty tame for that. they don't stand out as particularly offensive, they sound like the average kind of user who would like that kind of content. this same user just dissapeared from their account for three months, around the time EOT started making her videos looking into the past history of LO. this have some connection, it might have not, but it's still weird that a recently made account that was so active and invested on the site suddenly dissapeared. just like it happened with the original accounts, we can't say for absolute certain these are LO's and since those accounts have dissapeared we can't prove it either. we only have suspicions and strong coincidences that seems to indicate her involvement, plus the whole past history of LO that makes it beliveable at the very least. if you believed that the first accounts were LO's then there's no reason why these couldn't be LO as well. this is not the only other new account i have been messaged about either, this is just the only one that got something else going on. the other account is ElethynAscentia, that reached 461 favourited images between fanart of TOH and star wars. this account recently has been "deactivated" on their profile and as far i know, nobody else has talked about it. i'm not linking it directly to keep this post on the main tags, but anyone can search for it on sankaku or i can give them the link i was send to on another ask. i don't know if it's LO's and i don't have that much of a reason to believe it, but the first one was so reprehensible and disgusting already that... if it isn't or is LO it doesn't matter anymore. she can't go any lower that supporting the works she did on those old accounts. this new account doesn't change or add anything to what we didn't already know about her. if isn't her, then it isn't hers. but if if is and LO feels even just a little bit that she can't keep being a creep without any accountability, then it's worth to spread out. LO is a creep. LO is a dangerous amoral predator. that is the only reason we care about these accounts being possibly tied to her.

Edit: Brittany recieved a time ago an ask about ElethynAscentia before and i forgot about it. either way it still had less weight behind it's possible owner than the spiritus one.

#lily orchard #lily orchard is a predator #lily orchard is a creep

[thescarsilivewith-if]

(I apologize im advance for this since it's going to be long, I also hope you don't mind that I put it directly into your inbox!)

Presenting: Ashyereh the (almost) Mad Monarch

Technically don’t have that much on them yet but bear with me. I’ve decided to combine Ashyereh and the unnamed Monarch who was supposed to have skewed morals and looked to the ROs for moral guidance.

Undecided which RO route, possibly all poly route or Naja/Kaela.

Used to be called Yereh by their siblings

Their father would affectionately call them 'little ashtree' or 'sproutling', which they used to pout at

They used to be more expressive with their face giving most if not all of their emotions away, and had 0 control over it. After slavery, there is very little which shows on their face. Naja coming to save them? A nod of acknowledgement. Ordering Dehjyr’s public execution? Not even a twitch. Having Sahyra placed under house arrest and with guards stationed at the entrance, with their sibling under strict orders not to leave his designated rooms without Ashyereh’s explicit permission? Naja throwing Ashyereh worried glances as they raise the taxes? The servants and employees growing more and more fearful? Rumors about their cruelty? Actually making heartless decisions which will end up making people suffer? Nothing. They don’t even seem to have a conscience anymore, no warmth in their heart, no care. No emotions.

Which they would confirm, if asked, whatever they feel is barred behind a thick fog. Occasionally, some anger slips through or they experience a muted spark of satisfaction. But it’s always fleeting, always weak, it slips through their fingers like sand. 

Unless they are around the ROs. Then there is this weird… spark of elation. Of joy. It’s still muffled but it rings so clear, passes through the fog. And it is oh so addicting. So addicting, in fact, that Ashyereh wants to hide the ROs away. Wants to see them protected and only for the Monarch’s eyes. Whatever emotions the Monarch might have felt, they were snuffed out by what they experienced as a slave. (And they lived through some of humanity's worst depravities. And that’s what they took away from it all: The strong survive. Hurt others before they can hurt you and you control the game. Divest them of their dignity and you hold all the strings. Fear is your greatest ally. No one will ever hurt you again. You needn’t feel anything. Snuff it out.)

But being able to feel something, anything at all? It’s intoxicating. Exhilarating. They would do anything to keep this. 

For the ROs, they would bring other countries to their knees. To see them fed, Ashyereh would see others starve. To have them dressed in the finest clothes, to have them turn to Ashyereh and smile at them while they are handed whatever their hearts desire? Ashyereh would set the world on fire.

Morals are for philosophers. 

At which point, I assume, the ROs would stage the intervention. One last ditch effort to make Ashyereh see reason. To get to the root of it all, to try and see if there is a festering wound in need of care and attention. Or if all is lost.

It wouldn’t be. On the precipice of no return, yes. Impossible to piece back together, the way it was before? Yes.

But still salvageable. 

I kept Ashyereh in my inbox for a while because I love them. Thank you for sending their profile in, learning about your monarchs is one of my absolute favourite thing!

First of all, I applaud your ability to create a simp, sweet and gentle monarch and then a cold and ruthless monarch (also a simp).

Ashyereh is the definition of a possessive monarch, one who wants to keep their ROs out of strangers eyes and exclusively for themselves. They are also the perfect tyrant ruler, a sometimes heartless one, in general someone who was forged by the pain they endured and became... something else.

I love that there is still a small, flickering hope for them, and that the ROs will take it once the occasion arises. They don't want the version of them they were before. They just want the monarch to be at peace.

#monarch gallery #your monarch #vividescapist #thank you again for gracing my inbox with your mad monarch❤

[hanmi-xo]

CHAPTER 13: “Behind the Gate”

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I was hesitant to message him. I wondered if Hansol told Chan that he gave me his number. Would it have been bad for me to randomly text him like this?

Should I message or not message him?

I stared at his profile picture that he had for his KakaoTalk. His smile always looked good on him.

I bit my lip with hesitation. I have to thank him somehow. Would this be bad? Should I message Hansol first if he told Chan that I have his number?

I closed my eyes.

"Hansol shouldn't be a messager," I mutter to myself. "He's done enough already for Chan and I."

The thought of that boy came to mind.

I wonder if he's okay? He hasn't been himself lately, but then again, I wouldn't really know how he really is like.

I don't particularly hang out with him similar to how I don't really know much about Chan.

I sighed.

Those two boys... what are they like really? I've seen Chan almost all my life, but I hardly know him. I just know how he acts and who his friends and family are.

I should talk to him. I should message him.

I took a deep breath and began typing. I hope that he doesn't think I'm weird. Now that I think about it...

What am I even supposed to say to him?

Should I greet him? Do I ask if he ate? Do I just say thank you for the medicine?

It's been awhile since I actually messaged anyone other than my parents and my siblings.

I mean, there's Minghao, but I hardly message him. If anything, it's only about work. Minghao is kind enough to help me, and doesn't complain about me, but I don't know how to talk to him either.

He mostly carries the conversation at work. We both got hired around the same time, and he helped me a lot since Minyook refused to teach me... even though he's senior...

So, how do I message someone that I never messaged before?

I began to type, but I kept deleting each word. Everything sounded weird to me. I either came off too formal or too informal.

I wanted to yell at myself to get it together, but even with that, I don't think I'll know what to say to Chan.

I groaned to myself. "It can't be THIS hard to text someone! It's just Chan!"

If I don't do this now, I'll regret it later.

I began to quickly type without thinking too hard on what I should say. I pressed send, and immediately I felt myself begin to regret my message.

"WHY DID I SEND IT LIKE THAT!?" I yelled in horror before covering my face with my hands.

Subin (me): Hi Chan. This is Subin. Thank you for the medicine. ^^

I should have got rid of those smiling eyes! Did I come off too casual?

I heard a notification come through my phone. I looked at it with nervousness of what he may say.

Chan: No problem :)

I felt a smile begin to plaster on me. I gazed at his message as if it were a flower given to me.

Chan: Get some rest Subin~

I stared at his messages for a moment. I wanted to admire them before I respond. As weird as it may sound, I could hear his voice through his messages.

Subin (me): I will. Do well in class!

He immediately responded back to me.

Chan: 👍🏼

I leaned back onto my bed and covered myself with my blanket. I felt so embarrassed. My cheeks were burning and I felt butterflies flow in my stomach. I felt myself begin to kick my feet up and down.

I didn't know how to contain myself.

Is it alright for me to be this happy?

I heard a notification come from my phone once again.

Chan: I'll come by and get you some soup from your restaurant.

I let out a small scream. Why did he have to be so cute?

"UGH!" I yelled in my pillow. I tried to calm myself down. "Don't be weird, Subin. Calm down."

I felt my heart begin to beat fast while I covered half my face with my pillow.

Lee Chan.

How are you able to do this to me? My heart can't take it.

~

I heard a doorbell coming from the gate door. It felt a little too soon for my siblings to come home. They usually come home around 5pm because of their extra curricular activities. I looked at the time on my phone.

3:37 pm

I got up to see who could be doorbelling. Upon putting on my outside slippers, I made my way out to see who it could be.

Was it Chan?

I felt a little too excited. I inwardly slapped myself to calm down. But I couldn't stop smiling. I opened the gate door and was ready to greet the boy.

I felt my smile disappear.

"Does Mister and Miss Kim live here?"

There stood two grown men who looked a little too out of the ordinary. One had a cigar in his mouth with a tattoo on his neck and the other man was tall and bulky. He had scars on his face. The man with scars had a deep voice, it was intimidating.

They both were dressed in black suits as if they were business men, but they didn't look professional to me. If anything, they looked like thugs.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Who were these men. Why are they asking about my parents?

The man with the cigar gave me an annoyed look.

"Listen chick. Does Kim Seokmin and Kim Yujin live here?" His voice was rough and raspy unlike the other man who had a deep voice.

I felt myself begin to shake. Do I lie? Do I tell the truth?

He scoffed at me. The scarred man elbowed him.

"The girl's scared," his voice boomed. He looked over at me with a raised brow. "What's your name."

I wanted to speak. A part of me wanted to say another girl's name, but what if they found out that I lied? What would happen to me?

These men... they don't seem like the type to play around. If I mess up- they'll probably kill me.

"M-my name is Subin," I say with a shaky voice.

I watched the two men look at me before glancing at each other.

"Subin, huh?" The man with a cigar said.

He gave a smile that sent chills down my spine. I didn't like it. It was like a monster that came from the shadows.

"You're that kid those two fuckers adopted?" His voice was raspy before snickering.

The scarred man remained calm while his buddy seemed to have some kind of interest towards me.

"I see," the scarred man said. He gave me an unreadable expression.

Was that judgment? Pity?

He sighed. "Your folks took some money from us. They said they would be able to pay it back yesterday, but it appears they lied. They're not answering our calls, and they seem to be out of the country."

He seemed mad but also not surprised.

"If your folks don't come back by tomorrow, we're ransacking this house you call home," he tells me before staring at the house.

I too turned around to look at the shabby house that isn't much, but is all my siblings and I have.

I felt my heart drop.

I turned back around to look back at the two men. Their eyes were piercing me.

"They're hiding some drugs here," the cigar man said with a puff. "Our boss don't like thieves. Even if they have kids! We might not get the money back from them, but we sure as hell will have all the shit in that home of yours! They signed a contract!"

He laughed. It was ugly and hurt my ears like nails on a chalkboard.

I winced from his laughter. What was he telling the truth?

Did my parents really just sell us out for their own well being?

"Drugs and money- you would think those fuckers wouldn't cross the line with our boss, but they sure as hell did!" The man hollered with another puff of his cigar. "You poor daughter of a whore can't even rely on those fools!"

Whore? What the heck was that supposed to mean?

"The Kim's are smart enough to take you in. Right, Jung?" It was like the man didn't know how to shut up.

The scarred man, whose name is apparently Jung, narrowed his brows at his buddy.

"Would you shut up, Hyuk?" before looking back at me. "You best find a way to contact your parents. Otherwise, you're losing your home."

The two men gave me an intimidating look before turning around.  The cigar man, named Hyuk, turned to look at me one last time with a smile that could leave nightmares.

"You best figure it out, girlie!" Hyuk yelled before snickering. "Time's ticking!"

I stood there with the scent of his cigars still lingering in the air. I felt like vomiting. I wanted to scream, but I also wanted to cry.

Will my parents even answer my calls? Or would they just ignore me?

What am I supposed to tell my siblings? How will they react?

I felt my legs grow weak. I held my nose from the scent of the cigar. It was messing with my head. I felt a migraine begin to form.

Why out of all things did my parents have to do this? Why now?

Why when Chan finally reaches out to me?

Why?

Why now?

~

"Subin?"

I can hear him through my phone.

I didn't know what to do. I ended up calling him. My parents weren't answer me even though I spammed them with messages and calls. I felt hopeless.

A part of me didn't want to call him, but another part of me felt like I had to talk to someone. What was I supposed to do? What can I even do?

"Are you okay?" I can hear him through the phone. He sounded worried. I can hear voices in the background.

I opened my voice to speak.

"I'm sorry, but... I need your help, Hansol."

I called him. I called Hansol.

I called him, because I know that I don't have the strength to tell Chan. I wouldn't even be able to speak if it were him.

I said before that Hansol, shouldn't be a messenger, and I'm sticking true to it. What I needed was advice. I wasn't sure if he was going to pick up since he might have class, but he did.

And I was grateful for that.

I was fearful about what I can do. I was fearful about what I should tell Chan.

How did someone I care about so much also scare me? I didn't want to lose him even if we just reached out to each other.

I was scared.

Scared for what might happen to my siblings. What might happen to our home. If I am even capable, or if it's even possible for me to fix this whole mess my parents created.

At least if I call Hansol, he could give me some advice.

I needed some help. I needed some sort of hope.

I needed a friend.

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