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dumplingsjinson · 6 months

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List of random dialogue prompts (pt. 3)

“Truth be told? I miss the times — the me — before I fell in love with you.”

“You know, I can see myself in, on top of, or under you. What do you say?” “I can see you buried six feet under my very feet if you don’t stop joking about this shit with me.”

“Was there a point when you fell out of love with me?” “There was a point when I fell in love with you, but never out.”

“When did you fall out of love with me?” “That’s the thing: I never fell out of love with you. You’re the one who fell out of love with me.”

“Right person, wrong time… What if this is the right time? We’re just the wrong people for each other.”

“You have me wrapped around your fingers. Crazy part is, I don’t mind it.”

“Don’t forget this: I made you. I can easily break you if I wanted to.”

“I shared pieces of me, with so many people, and none of them kept those pieces safe, and I don’t know if I can risk that with you because it would devastate me if you turn out to be the same as them all. I would be completely destroyed.”

“Don’t give me that look.”

“You okay?” “No. I need hugs. From you. I need you to hug me.”

“I just wanna fucking get over you so I can be okay again.”

“Stop trying to remind me that you’re still in my life. I’m trying to not think about you, for God’s sake.”

“I wanna kiss you so badly right now but we’re in public and I know you hate public display of affection—“ “I’ll allow you to do it this time.” “Wait… Really?”

“I make shitty decisions and you’re a testament to that matter.”

“I have things to do, and most of them include me trying not to think about you.”

“I’ve never cried because of someone, you know? I didn’t have anyone to cry over. You’re the first, and you’ll also be the last, or so God help me through this embarrassment.”

“Breaking up with me does not mean you had to kick me off your Spotify playlist, you know? Because damn. As much as I’m upset, your list had some bangers.”

“You don’t get to do decide my feelings for you.”

“I’m not bitchless, you fucking dickhead. Take that back!”

“Every little thing reminds me of you, which sucks because you’re not in my life anymore.”

“It’s kinda weird not seeing your name on my phone when I wake up. It’s gonna take me some time to get used to this.”

“I think I knew this wasn’t going to last when I realised it’s not that I trust you. It’s that I don’t care what you do, and who you might be fucking around with.”

“One text from you has me happier than a child whose mother bought them their favourite candy. It’s not okay.”

“I don’t share my Spotify playlist with just anyone. It’s like a secret love language of mine, reserved for those I want to let in. You’re one of them, yet you’re here thinking I don’t feel the same way about you?”

“I dunno, I just… Kinda fell for you.”

“You’re the reason why I fell in love with you. You, as a whole.”

“There are some songs that I can’t listen to anymore, because they remind me of you; of all the times we’ve had together. And it sucks because some of them are great songs. And you fucking ruined them, you asshole.”

“I’m tired of acting like I don’t care, because I do. I fucking do, and that’s what makes this even worse.”

“One thing you should know about me is that I suck at letting go.”

“So you’re telling me I’m supposed to sit here and give a fuck? You couldn’t pay me enough to do that. I have places to be and things to do.”

“You need to stop being such a dramatic bitch.” “It’s the only way I can entertain myself, okay? Now piss off and leave me be.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have let you go.”

“You deserve someone better than me—” “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

“You ever think about how good we could have been together?” “Yeah. I think about it all the time, and then I remember how badly you fumbled. So yeah, good job.”

“You’re blushing.” “I’m not.” “…Then I guess I’ll have to give you something to blush over.”

“I lost myself while trying to find the good in you.”

“I think it’s comforting that they’re somewhere out there… Even if we never speak again, you know? They were a part of my life, even if it was only for a little while. They made me feel good, even if it was only for a short amount of time.”

“Remember when you said you’d catch me when I fell? Well, you’re a fucking liar. Figuratively and literally. Now I’m hospitalised and also emotionally scarred. I hope you’re fucking happy about that.”

“If we break up, I’d look for you in other people and be reminded that they are not you, and that I’d never find someone like you again. And… I don’t think I can bear the thought of that.”

“I give you permission to break my heart.” “And I give you permission to end me if I ever do break your heart.”

“I have things to do—“ “And I’m one of them.”

“You’re only saying sorry because you want to make yourself feel better, so you can go shove that sweet apology up your ass because it doesn’t mean shit. I hope you continue to feel like shit over what you did, because I’m never forgiving you.”

“I had expectations for someone I knew couldn’t meet those expectations, so that’s my fault for expecting anything from you at all.”

“You? Breaking my heart? It’s funny how you think you even have that power over me.”

“You were like a routine that I loved and it felt… comfortable. But I guess that’s not the case anymore.”

“You fell in love with the idea of someone that wasn’t even real. You fell in love with your own projections. How are you so foolish to think that it would have worked out?”

“I’m fine. Of course I’m fine.” “Everything about this interaction is telling me you’re not fine — not even close.”

“The idea of us was perfect. Blame me for thinking it would turn out into something good and as fantastical as what I made it out to be in my head.”

“Because no matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about you and it’s about to drive me to the very brink of insanity, so if you’ll excuse me for not wanting to be near you, that would great.”

“I would not be who I am today if not for you.”

(pt 1.) | (pt. 2)

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soursturniolo · 6 months

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Anger and Apologies

Pairing - Chris Sturniolo/Reader

Summary - After a bad day, Chris snaps at you. Later, he tries to fix it.

Tags/CW - Chris being a dick for a minute, then being a bit clueless, reader sad and crying, Nick and Matt being good bros but also caring about the reader

Requested? - yes! hope you like it anon 🖤

Chris had been in a bad mood all day. He didn’t sleep well, his breakfast upset his stomach, he didn’t eat lunch, his dinner had been made wrong and was cold at the restaurant you all went to, he had a headache, and was just feeling not good. He didn’t really feel like being around people, but had made plans with you and his brothers and didn’t want to back out. So, here he was, in the living room with all of you.

You had picked up on this, as Chris wasn’t the best at hiding his emotions. You had checked in quietly a couple times with him, to which he just said he was fine with a tight smile. But you wanted to see one of those real, 1000 watt smiles of his. Smiles always make everyone feel better. So you tried to crack some jokes, which made his brothers cackle, but barely got a smirk out of chris. You didn’t give up though.

You then went the route of showing him some funny tiktoks, but soon that proved to be a bad idea. On the third TikTok you showed him, he snapped at you loudly, grabbing the attention of his brothers who had been engrossed in their own conversation.

“God, can you just shut up and leave me alone?! You’re so fucking annoying! I’m not in the mood to watch stupid ass tiktoks.” He yelled as he got up from the couch, walking off to his room and slamming the door, leaving you shocked. Your face flushed with shame and embarrassment as tears welled in your eyes. He never yelled at you before, and all you were trying to do was to make him feel better. While you sat there embarrassed and surprised, nick jumped up and walked briskly after him, hollering that he couldn’t just speak to you like that. However, he was met with Chris slamming his bedroom door in his face and the subtle click of the lock.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you pocketed your phone and stood up, wiping your now clammy hands on your pants and looking down, not meeting Matt’s concerned gaze that you could feel on you.

“I, um-“ you clear your throat, “I think I’m gonna go home. I’m sorry,” you pause, sniffling a bit before you swallow again and roughly wipe away the stubborn tears that you wish would stop, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset him, I was just-“

Matt can’t stand to hear your unnecessary apology shaking his head and standing with you.

“Hey, it’s okay. He was out of line, you did nothing wrong here,” matt tells you softly, before checking his phone, “it’s 2 am, it’s pretty late. You could stay if you’d want? You can stay in my room, I’ll sleep out here? Or I can drive you home?” He offers.

“No I’ll just drive myself home, I drove here so,” you say again, still sniffling.

Matt frowns at your response, looking worried and not relieved like you thought he’d be. Why wouldn’t he want you to just go? It would probably save him some awkwardness in the house tonight?

“I’d feel better if you stayed or let me drive you. You’re upset, and it’s not good to drive when you’re emotional especially when you can avoid it. You’re not just Chris’s girlfriend, you’re our friend and I wouldn’t be a good friend if I let you out into what could be a dangerous situation,” he explains, softly.

“Okay. Can you take me home, please?” You ask and he gives you a small smile and nods.

“Yeah I can,” he says grabbing his keys off the stand and walking you out to his car.

You got into the passenger side and were immediately hit with a big whiff of Chris’s cologne since this was the seat he normally sat in. The smell normally comforted you but instead just made you even more sad. You felt tears well up again as you began to cry openly now, making matt turn to you with a sad and concerned look from the drivers seat after starting the car.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly.

After hearing the car start up out front, Nick came running out the front door, surprising you when he opened one of the rear doors and jumped in.

“Whats going on?” Nick asks, slightly out of breath from running out to you both.

“She wanted to go home, but I don’t want her driving while she’s so upset so I’m going to drive her,” Matt explains, and you nod, wiping away tears.

“Babe, I’m so sorry about Chris. He was way out of line and took his shitty mood out on you, which isn’t okay,” Nick tells you, looking remorseful.

“It’s okay,” you say softly, voice quiet.

“It’s really not,” Matt tells you.

“You guys don’t have to take my side in this, I was annoying him and he’s your brother and I don’t want to cause a fight or make things hard,” you explain to them, not wanting to cause problems. The two brothers quickly shake their heads.

“We’re not taking sides. Yes, Chris is our brother, we love him unconditionally and always will, but that doesn’t mean we just ignore when he’s a dick. We can love him, but still hold him accountable and care about how he treats you,” Nick explains, the voice of reason.

“Yeah, you’re important to us, too” Matt says in agreement.

You smile tearfully at the two men with you, you heart feeling a bit better than it did a minute ago. Chris had your heart, but his two brothers were also incredibly important to you, and it did feel better to know they weren’t about to just drop you or turn their back on you when you and Chris weren’t seeing eye to eye.

“Thank you guys,” you say to them, your tears coming to a stop.

They both give you small smiles and you all buckle up before Matt pulls out of the driveway to drive you home to your apartment.

Matt dropped you off and made his way back to their house. Upon arriving home, both brothers went in with the intention of having a serious conversation with their youngest brother, but decided against it when they found him in a deep sleep in his bed.

The night passed quickly and quietly. Chris awoke to rays of sunlight peaking through his blinds. He let out a sigh as he stretched, feeling good and well rested, before rolling over on his side and patting the surface of the bed, searching. His eyebrows furrowed together as he found just cold sheets, and no you. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times as he realized he was alone. Figuring you were up with his brothers already, he made his way into the kitchen, to only find Matt and Nick, both greeting him silently with serious looks on their faces.

“Where is she?” Chris asked confused, looking around expecting you to come out from somewhere.

“She went home last night,” Nick said blandly.

Chris’s jaw came open. You had left? He knew he had snapped at you, but he really didn’t think it was that big of a deal. So, he raised his voice a bit? It happens. He had expected to just go to his room to cool off for a bit last night, but fell asleep waiting for you to join him. He had assumed you’d come to his room eventually, not that you’d just leave?

“Why?” Chris found himself asking.

“You really don’t know?” Matt asked with a scoff and shake of his head in disapproval.

Chris returned a scoff and shrugged.

“So I got irritated and raised my voice a bit,” he said with an awkward laugh. At this both his brothers shook their heads in disagreement.

“You didn’t just ‘raise it a bit’, bro. You yelled at her like you yell at us sometimes. You told her to shut up, called her annoying, called the tiktoks she was trying to make you cheer up with stupid, and then stormed away,” Matt said, voice colored with his disapproval.

“Not just that, but you yelled at her like that in front of us. Not only did you completely disrespect her and treat her like shit when all she wanted to do was make you smile a bit, you embarrassed her, Chris.” Nick said sadly. He was disappointed with his youngest brother, but also saddened that you had been treated that way, by this brother of all people.

Chris swallowed dryly. To be honest, he hadn’t remembered exactly what he said to you. He knew he had been rude, but didn’t know he had went to that extreme, or that his brothers had even noticed. He was just at the end of his rope last night, but he knew that was no excuse.

“Did she make it home alright?” Chris asked quietly, feeling shame and embarrassment, similar to how he now knew you probably felt due to him last night.

“Yeah, I drove her back and made sure she got in safe,” Matt answers as he takes a sip of his water.

“Why did you drive her? Is her car okay?” Chris asked, making matt roll his eyes.

“Her car is fine, dumbass. She was crying and upset and I didn’t want her on the road like that,” Matt explains.

“She was crying?” Chris asks quietly, a lump forming in his own throat.

“Yeah, she was.” Nick says, leaving it at that.

Chris’s hands come up to his hair, pushing it all back nervously. He’d really fucked up. Not only was he mean, he actually had really yelled at you, embarrassed you, and made you cry to the point his brothers had to get you home because you were so upset. And he had been unaware, asleep in his room, not affected until this morning. He swallowed dryly, looking up to his brothers to see their sad gazes on him. They both felt bad for Chris. They knew he could be a good boyfriend. He was always great with you, so kind and sweet. Last night was an outlier in his track record of behavior regarding you.

“She’s getting an Uber here to get her car. She’ll be here in 5 minutes. I wasn’t supposed to tell you but you need to fix this. She’s too good to let go, Chris,” Nick tells him softly.

Chris feels some hope bubble up in his chest. As he turns to make his way to the front door, Matt calls out to him.

“Hey, but before you go out and fix this, just know, if you ever treat her like that again, I’ll kick your ass man. Love you, but I’ll kick your ass,” Matt tells him, laughing but his voice holding a serious edge to it. Nick nods in agreement.

Chris smiles despite the threat and nods.

“If I ever do some stupid shit like this again, that’s fine,” he tells them simply before rushing out to the front door.

As he walked up to wait by your car, your Uber pulled up. You sighed to yourself seeing Chris out front waiting for you, but honestly weren’t surprised. Nick always liked to try to fix things when he could, so it wasn’t a shock to know he had told Chris you were coming.

You got out of the Uber, thanking the driver before gently shutting their car door and waving as they drove away. Chris frowned as he took in your appearance. You were in sweats and an old sweatshirt of his you had from him borrowed long ago. It was one he knew you to wear when he couldn’t be there and you were sad, because you told him once it felt like a hug from him when you couldn’t get one yet. It hurt him to know he was the reason you had put it on. Your eyes were red rimmed and a pit puffy still from crying, making his heart ache. He’d never made you cry before, and to still see the after effects meant he had really made you cry.

“I’m just grabbing my car, is all,” you say softly and timidly, fiddling with the keys in your hand and looking down.

Chris frowns at your timid demeanor, but knows it’s his own fault.

“Can we talk?” He asks you softly

You look up and meet his eyes reluctantly, nodding and nervously biting your lip.

“Yeah,” you answer.

“Baby, I’m really sorry about last night. I wasn’t feeling good but that’s no excuse. I was a complete dick and mean to you and you didn’t deserve that,” Chris says, voice full of remorse and regret.

You frown and look down, playing nervously with your keys again.

“It’s okay, I should’ve left you alone when I realized you weren’t feeling good,” you say softly, but Chris shakes his head, not liking that you’re letting this go so easily when it’s clear to him that he really hurt you.

“It’s not okay. You were just trying to help me. I love you for that, always. I was an ass. That’s on me and me only. You’re never annoying, the tiktoks weren’t stupid, and I should have never told you to shut up. I’m really sorry, and I hope you can forgive me. It’ll never happen again, I promise you.”

A small smile graces your lips at the words from Chris. You could tell he was being genuine and truly felt horrible for how he had acted and treated you, and you had no doubt that he would do better and this wouldn’t happen again. Chris was always a man of his word, and meant what he said.

“I forgive you, just next time try to just talk to me. There’s no need to yell or storm off. We can just talk.” You explain, setting a boundary. Chris nods in agreement and holds his arms out to you, giving an opening for a hug. You walk up to him, wrapping your arms snugly around his waist, pressing your head against his chest. Chris wraps his arms around you tightly in return, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You stand in the driveway holding each other for a few moments before pulling back. Chris takes your hand in his softly and leads you up the drive and into their house. From the couch, you see Nick and Matt peak their heads up, looking at both of you and smiling when they see your calm expressions and hands held together.

“Everything okay, love birds?” Nick asks. You both nod and hug again.

“Gross.” Matt jokes, but smiles all the same.

You all laugh, happy and carefree.

“What do you want to do today?” Chris asks you as you walk further into the living room. You turn and look up at him.

“Could we lay in bed and cuddle? I didn’t sleep the best last night…” you voice trails off again, cheeks flushing at the admittance. Last night was full of tears and tossing and turning for you.

Chris’s face softens again and he tugs you to him, wrapping you up in his warm embrace again.

“Of course, baby, I’m so sorry. Let’s go to bed,” he whispers, kissing your head and letting you lead the way to his room.

You both get into his bed and under the covers quickly, and immediately you find yourself wrapped up in his embrace. Your head rested on his chest, his arms holding you around your waist as he tangled your legs together. You let out a soft and content sigh as you snuggled in, making Chris chuckle quietly.

“Go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up,” he says. You lean up to kiss his lips softly, both of you smiling into the kiss. You pull back and snuggle back down in his embrace, being lulled to sleep by a tune Chris was humming to you as he played with the ends of your hair.

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makur0 · 2 years

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“you’re perfect every way.”

synopsis — mika is noticing that you’re slowly distancing yourself from him. after finally pinning you down and getting an answer, he does his best to make you feel loved. [mika kagehira x AFAB! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mndi. soft! dom mika, nicknames, mirror play, praising, self-praise, slight teasing, fingering; slight angst in beginning, fluff at end (possibly ooc mika?? i’m too tired to really look)

author notes — uh, hi! first oneshot here, hope you (nearly nonexistent readers lmao) guys enjoy!

word count — 1195

MIKA PRETTY MUCH HAD ENOUGH.

For the past week- no, two weeks, you’ve been drifting away from him. Even when he got home early enough to see you when you were awake, you would merely greet him then scuttle off into the bedroom. He didn’t think much about it before; you were also a busy person. But as it became more frequent...

Was it something he did before? Something that he possibly forgot about because of his huge workload? Although he didn’t want to blame his Valkyrie jobs on the relationship status, he was starting to worry that it was indeed the case.

But with his energy- and his patience- thinning, he couldn’t just let you sneak back into the shadows once again.

“[name]-”

His stomach twisted as you failed to even meet his eyes. A sick thought ran through his mind, his lips pursing.

Is it my eyes again? Do they now think that they’re terrible too...?

“[name],” He repeated again, a bit more forceful. He was glad that you didn’t resist when he tenderly grabbed your hands, but didn’t like the fact that you still weren’t looking at him. “Ah, geez, did I do something? I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to ya-”

His heterochromatic eyes drifted to the kitchen counter, and saw a familiar magazine lying open.

So that’s what it is.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your fingers twitching as if you didn’t know whether to pull away or tighten your grip. “I couldn’t help myself...”

Mika’s expression melted into a sympathetic one. “[name]...”

“You could’ve just told me that sustaining our relationship was hard for you,” you said, making your voice clearer. “I know it’s hard for idols like you to date... especially since you have so much work on your back. Why would you put in the extra effort for me?

“Why me? Why couldn’t you just choose somebody popular, they would certainly help the rise of your idol career. I’m just a person struggling to get my next paycheck. Mika-”

You stopped suddenly as he removed his hold on your hands, one of them lifting up to your chin and making you stare into his blue and yellow eyes. His gaze was hurt.

“Do ya really think that?” He whined, his childish persona still shining through. “[name], I seriously love ya. Even more than Valkyrie, my idol career. You mean so much to me.”

Huffing, he pulled you into a surprising hug, a pout on his lips. “I don’ care if it means more work for me. Yer the world to me.”

“Mika...”

You cut off as he suddenly pulled you in for a kiss, his eyebrows furrowing as he pressed your body closer to his. Heat exploded in your cheeks as you could only let your eyes drift close and accept it.

After a short second he broke away from you, a small puff coming out of his mouth. “I’m gonna make sure ya know how much I love you, and how beautiful you are to me.”

...

You really weren’t expecting Mika, out of all people, to be into this.

“Stop hiding yerself,” You shivered as the male breathed down the nape of your neck, unconsciously listening to him and spreading your legs wide open again.

He had you sitting in his lap, completely undressed, staring straight at your reflection. Reddening marks blossomed around your collarbone, Mika continuing to make more as he grew comfortable. You, on the other hand, was a blushing, embarrassed mess.

The said male frowned lazily, his gaze drifting downwards on your reflection. “See how beautiful ya are? Why are you tryna hide it?”

One of his hands drifted down to your heat, and your breath hitched as it grazed over your sex. But as soon as it came, he lifted his hand away from you, and you suppressed a whine.

“Already so needy~” Mika cooed lightheartedly, chuckling. “Don’tcha worry. I’ll give you exactly ya want once you do something for me.”

You bit your lip, meeting his gaze through the mirror. Taking it as a sign to continue, he opened his mouth again. “I want you to list off every single thing that’s beautiful about you. For everything listed...” He tapped a finger softly on your clit, and your legs twitched. “I’ll pleasure ya. How ‘bout that? [name]?”

“Y-yes...”

He grinned brightly, his sudden movement causing him to accidentally press on your clit. You bit your lip, your eyes narrowing.

“Go on ahead,” Mika mumbled against your skin, applying more love bites. “Let me hear you.”

“I- uh...” You weren’t really good at this- being put into the spotlight. But because it was your loved one, and you were rather needy for him, you really couldn’t just back off.

“Uhm... I- I think I’m intelligent oh-” You stifled a gasp, stiffening as Mika had suddenly slid two slender fingers into your heat. But that was it, he just stayed still and stared at you, urging you to continue.

“I’m talented,

“P-pretty...

“Ngh, kind~!”

As you continued to praise yourself, Mika stayed true to your word. He increased the pace he fingered you, his thumb reaching up to your forgotten clit. As the pleasure heightened, positive words bubbled in your head and flowed out of your mouth, almost too far gone. You really didn’t know what you were saying now- all you could focus on how good Mika was pleasuring you.

“Good girl, keep it going...” The male swallowed back a moan of his own as his other hand occupied his hard-on. “Make yerself realize why I love you so much, darling.”

More and more praises came out, broken with moans as Mika soon thrusted wildly into your heat, making you contort in pleasure. At one point he made you force your eyes open, and the sight in front of you was almost enough to make you go undone. Your slick decorating his fingers, sweat dotting your body like crystalline gems, and Mika biting into your shoulder as he too came close to his high.

One particular thrust to your sweet spot had you reeling, tightening on Mika’s fingers and arching your back. An almost wanton moan left your lips, your hands tightening around his thighs as he fingered you through your orgasm. A muffled whine from him signaled that he too came, his heterochromatic eyes rolling back as he stained his pants.

He stopped, resting his hand on your stomach, and the two of you caught your breath. Once Mika regained his senses, he lifted up his soaked fingers to your mouth, motioning you to open your mouth. Obeying him, you parted your lips, a rather sweet yet tangy taste covering your taste buds. He then brought you in for a kiss, his tongue exploring your own.

Even though it was a short session, exhaustion overcame you slowly. You couldn’t even bring yourself to stay awake to help Mika clean up because of the fact that he was now wrapping his arms around you, almost welcoming you to slumber.

Before you could fully drift into sleep, you heard one thing from him that made your heart flutter:

“You’re perfect in every way, love.”

#enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #ensemble stars #enstars #mika kagehira #mika kagehira smut #mika kagehira x reader

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hizzygizzy · 8 months

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Unrequited Love?

Part 1/?

Part 2

Summary: I'm not really good at summarys but basically, reader has a crush on wanda but wanda ignores reader idk😭

Notes: this is my first time writing a fanfic, please tell me if I made any mistakes. Also English isn't my first language so it might have some grammar mistakes

High school AU

“Hey, Wanda!” I greet my classmate as she walks past me with a sigh, once again not bothering to acknowledge me. This has been going on for some time now: whenever she sees me, Wanda rolls her eyes in my direction and continues walking, treating me as if I’m unworthy of even being acknowledged.

I just want to be friends with Wanda, but there’s something about me that’s rubbing her the wrong way. Maybe she thinks I’m trying to compete with her as the most popular girl at the school.

That's what my friends said.

"Give it up, Y/N.” Yelena sighs, "You're just making a fool out of yourself at this point."

"True," Kate agrees, chuckling, "She probably thinks you're trying to steal her spotlight as the most popular girl here at NYH."

"I can't!" I groan at my friends, as they peer at me, confused by my attachment to Wanda.

"What do you like about her anyway?" Kate asks. Her tone is half playful, half teasing, but there's also a sense of genuine concern about my well-being.

"I.... I don't know," I mumble, embarrassed to admit the truth. Something about Wanda pulls me toward her like a magnet. I can't explain it, but I feel like I'm in her orbit, drawn to her without reason or restraint.

As the bell rings signalling the end of lunch, my friends and I disperse, heading off to our respective classes.

I hurry off to class, thinking about what my friends had said to me. What is it about Wanda that draws me to her so much? Or are they right that I'm only making a fool of myself by obsessing over a girl who clearly isn't interested in me?

I sigh and shake my head, hoping I'll be able to focus on my work in class. But it seems like Wanda is always on my mind, no matter what I do.

"L/N?" Professor Fury calls, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Huh?" I blink, confused.

"I asked you a question," he continues, "are you going to answer or are you too busy daydreaming?"

I flush red in embarrassment as my classmates snicker around me.

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I stood there, embarrassed and unable to answer Professor Fury's question.

"Anyone like to help L/N here?" he asked the class, to no response.

It seemed like an eternity of silence.

Then, to my surprise, Wanda stood up to help me. Her emerald green eyes met mine briefly before she looked away, answering Professor Fury's question correctly.

I sat back down when she finished, my face burning with embarrassment. Was I embarrassed that I had failed to answer the question? Or was I just flustered that Wanda had looked at me?

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Class finally ended, and people quickly left the room. I gathered my things quickly and saw Wanda leaving, so I hurried over to catch up with her.

"Wanda!" I called out, hurrying up beside her as she walked out the door. "Hey," I panted, relieved to finally be near her.

She sighed, visibly annoyed as she squeezed her eyes shut. Turning to face me, she opened her eyes and spoke: "What?"

"Why did you do that?" I ask, ignoring her annoyance. "why did you help me?"

"Help you with what?" she asks, annoyed.

Is she being oblivious right now?

"Help me with the question." I rolled my eyes

Wanda looked away, trying to find an answer.

After a moment of silence,

She looked back at me and I swear I saw her blush.

"I-" Wanda finally let out, but is interrupted by my friend Yelena shouting "Y/N!"

I turn to my friend, "Hey." Yelena greets me, "Sorry but I can't walk with you home later, me and Kate are gonna have a 'friendly' date." Yelena explains, leaving little room for doubt as to what she means

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Bros before bitches, I guess," I roll my eyes and hit her arm playfully laughing together.

As Yelena leaves, I turn back to Wanda only to find her gone.

"Thanks, i suppose" i roll my eyes throwing my head back in annoyance.

Guys idk if I should continue this so please let me know hrhrhrh😭😭

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff #wanda fanfic #pussy eater #marvel

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listen... listen. i'd love just as much as anybody to get to make a fool of myself in person with all my fellow fools, as opposed to making a collective fool of ourselves online. I just don't know if we have the brainpower to organize it. The first dashcon, as far as i know, was a logistical disaster. I know there's a spreadsheet side of tumblr, and... *shudder* a business side (I checked) but are they willing to help? are we willing to accept their help?

More issues to consider: With the cost of living and travel and the very decentralized tumblr userbase, on what continent would dashcon 2.0 be held? would there need to be online signups? payments? a website? who would create and oversee those things?

What if we tried to have a number of smaller cons for different regions? Only around 600 folks have answered 100% YES on your poll - How many users need to show up before we have folks from enough major communities to feel like a true tumblr party? How do we guarantee those numbers? What about major blogs? do we just hope they show up or pay them to sign autographs? is it a multi-day affair, like dashcon tried to be, or do we aim low?

There is so much that goes into an event like this- transit, trucking, storage, space, sign-ups, accounting, licensing, begging, scheduling, convincing, emailing, hiring, firing, decorating, ordering, packing... I haven't even gotten to the tip of the iceberg meme.

Do we hire planners and event companies, or are we too embarrassed to ask? How does everyone work around their day jobs and careers? Who is organizing dashcon 2.0, and what is their stake in it? How do we not repeat the mistakes of those who came before us?

Anyway, if you're gonna do it, I want to help. let's talk.

hmm alright I have thoughts

because I agree, I don’t know if we have the brainpower or money to organize it. my sincere hope with posting about a hypothetical dashcon has been that some super determined millionaire would be like “hey here- have this money and here’s a bunch of connections I have to people to help you organize this”…..so basically lots and lots of wishful thinking lmao.

while the business side of tumblr does seem terrifying, we might have to accept their help if they’re willing.

all of the logistics you mentioned are very very true things that I imagine the original dashcon creators didn’t fully take into account (or i’d assume as much based on the chaos that ensued lol)

as for location, yeahhh that’s the definite hard part. in my head, I keep seeing this as like a vidcon (which is terrible because it wouldn’t be as big but idk) which is held in California. but idk how feasible that is for the average Tumblr base. and that does definitely cut down the amount of people that would be able or willing to come so idk.

and I also imagine having like panels and possibly meet and greets or something with major blog owners, but idk if we’d just beg them to come or find a way to pay them.

As for the whole last paragraph- aaaaah I have absolutely no idea.

i’m definitely not going to spearhead organizing such an event (mostly because I don’t want my real name associated with it in case it goes to shit again lmaoo) but if someone else had more resources to do so, I would absolutely be willing to help.

and if anyone sees this and has conference-planning experience and wants to help make a bunch of wishful Tumblr users dreams come true…. please let me know and i’d love to help!

#this is such a well thought out ask though anon #sorry I don’t have more experience or confidence to create such an event #my dad might…. but i’m definitely NOT asking him lmao #so we must suffer I guess #hellsite hall of fame #ask #the hellsite answers #anonymous #dashcon #dashcon 2 #dashcon 2.0 #hellsite hall of fame curator’s bullshit

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Neighbors pt.3

Hello again! Writing this took so long for no reason. I didn’t mean to go silent on you, but I'm back and better. Anyways I’ll be writing some more, so don’t be scared to ask for suggestions or requests. Also there is a part one and two so feel free to read those first, but if not there’s some good spicy things here so…enjoy!

Summary: Harry is invited to another party and he is determined to apologize.

Warnings: smut 18+, cum swapping, daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink (idk how, but they both are here), Jealousy, some angst, cheating, age gap (she’s 18), fluff, and olivia wilde? (if there’s any more tell me plz)

Wordcount:3k+

Y/N

Harry and I have been ignoring each other, the more I try to avoid the prick, the more he tries to be around me. After the little garden fiasco, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He literally did all of that to hurt his wife. I’m more disappointed that I let myself become ‘the other woman’. Harry’s at the house right now and he won’t stop following me like a lost puppy. Thankfully I made sure I was never alone so he couldn't trap me and do the whole apologize and not tell my wife, thing. It’s pathetic and embarrassing. The only reason he’d apologize is to save his ass and I can’t help, but feel rage towards him.

I sit next to my friend Chase while tanning near the pool, he’s a close friend and always has been there for me. My mom is throwing her annual mid summer bash and of course included in our invites is our sweet neighbors' the Styles. Chase knows what happens, he’s the only one who knows because after I walked up to Harry when he was on his way home with his wife, I cried to Chase till I fell asleep and he took me out to breakfast the next morning. Although we are friends, he and I are cannot deny sexual tension between us. We acted on it a few times,but we never felt anything other than a deep friendship.

Harry and his wife go to the backyard towards the pool and I can’t help, but feel mad at my mom for inviting them. This party is normally for people in our circle. Although I’m upset, I get it. Harry’s super close with my brother Cameron and my dad loves him.

There’s no more empty tanning beds making me smile knowing there’s no room for them and me to interact. Harry’s wearing short yellow shorts. He might not be trying but his bulge is really popping out in his pants and his shirtless torso isn’t disappointing as well. He’s covered in tattoos and muscles making me want to melt. Also that tiger tattoo will be the death of me one day. Actually it’ll be a privilege to put it on my grave stone.

Chase pinches my thigh “ stop staring, it’s obvious” he whispers. He and I have our own tanning beds that are big enough for two, but we like to have our own. I slap his arm away “stop being a prick, I’m not” I whisper yell back. Chase takes this chance to straddle my waist and tickle wrestle me. I try to fight him off laughing and tickling him back. When I finally think Chase is done he lowers his lips near my ear “ don’t stop, he’s staring” and he continues to tickle me. Before he started tickling me I shifted my gaze to Harry glaring at me and the boy on top of me.

We hear a cough in the midst of our horse play to see Olivia looking down at us “can we help you?” Chase says irritatedly. She clears her throat before speaking in a passive aggressive tone “ I was thinking since you two are occupying the one bed, we can take the bed next to yours”. I give Chase the look, screaming no internally, but he smiles and says yes. He grabs his stuff and lays next to me closer than he really has to. I scoot closer to him to whisper “ Why did you say yes? You're gonna make it more awkward than it has to”, Chase smirks and puts his arm around me “ I don’t like how he hurt you, plus he’s looking at you all longingly it’ll hurt more knowing you don’t care. I feel like he was lying about the whole ‘trying to get back at his wife thing’. Trust me I know what I’m doing” I look at him disapprovingly, but he ignores it.

After awhile I settled into his arms reading my newest book, it took awhile because Harry's stare was burning a hole on the side of my head. It was hard for me not to rub it into his face because his wife was basically sucking his neck like he was bitten by a snake. I feel Chase start to move a lot and I roll my eyes knowing he’s getting bored. I sit up and look at him “ You're getting bored”, he smiles at me sheepishly and I stand up and pull him up “ c’mon let’s swim”.

At the pool we messed around more. We were swimming laps trying to race and wrestling underwater. At one point a girl our age wanted to play chicken and who are we to say no. Finally getting tired from the swim Chase heads back first to lay down and I stay in for a few talking to some girls. When the conversation ended I went back to my sleepy friend straddling his waist and leaned down to whisper “I’m gonna head in to change” he nods and I kiss him on the cheek while making eye contact with Harry.

In my room I start changing into a white sundress when I hear my door open. Normally guests don’t go upstairs, so I turn to my door to help them or something. As I was about to turn I saw Harry standing sheepishly. I roll my eyes and walk to my mirror to flatten any bumps on my dress.

Harry didn’t take it well that I was ignoring him and said “ I’m sorry, you're right it was wrong of me to use you to get back at my wife,” he says with a bit of spite in his tone, “but I don’t think I was…I don’t know it’s all a mess and I’m sorry. I really like you and it’s wrong I know, but when everything happened in the garden I wasn’t thinking, I freaked out because I felt guilty and I didn't want to pull you in the mess.” he rants

“It sounds like your projecting,” I say, staring at my reflection. My tone is colder than usual, but it’s hard to be nice to him when he made me feel like shit all last week. Silence hit’s us like a truck and I finally cave “ Thank you for apologizing, I…you really hurt my feelings. I’m glad to know I’m not some sort of revenge plan” I say more nicely.

“I would never do that to you, or any one for that matter” he says as soon as the words left my mouth.

I turned around to him and smiled “ okay well you're not forgiven, but it’s good to know you're sorry”. As soon as I turned around Harry’s eyes looked me up and down. I smile and walk towards him going close enough that I can’t feel his skin radiating heat. He gulps down and my hand meets his bicep before I whisper in his ear “there’s a few things you can do for me to forgive you” his body leans toward mine grabbing my waist. His eyes show me a pained expression “ I want to. So bad.”

“Well don’t hold back, I’m all yours”

“ fucking hell” he mutters

Harry's hands hold my face as he kisses me deeply and desperately. My hands go over his. I can't help melting into his touch. We walk over to my bed and before we start I break the kiss “ we only have a few before dinner starts” I say worried, Harry’s lips meet mine and then he says “ enough time for me love”. He pushes me on the bed and starts to untime his shorts and pull his shirt off. I try to follow suit but he grabs my wrist and says “ nope let me do it. I want to take care of you pearl” I don’t argue with his logic and let him pull the dress off of me leaving me in my lace set.

He lowers himself on the bed and pulls the strap of my bra down until my tits fall out. His lips kiss my jaw all the way down to my nipples where he starts to suck and play with the other with his hand. My back arches and he uses his free hand to unhook my bra leaving my chest bear. He throws the bra to the side and starts to show love to the other nipple while pinching and pulling the other.

I pull Harry away from my breast “Harry please, we don’t have enough time. Fuck me please” I whimper out. Harry stands back up to take his boxers off showing off his hard cock with a dripping red tip. My mouth waters at the sight. I know he was big from grinding on him, but from what I see now. He’s huge. Harry smirks at my shocked reaction and smiles on his way towards the bed to kiss me again. He kissed my lips all the way down to my core. He dips his nose near my wet cunt and breathes in “ fucking hell you smell so good Y/n” he groans.

His pointer finger goes to the middle of my panties and he hooks it. I looks at him confuse before I hear a rip “ Harry what the fuck. That’s expensive.” Harry looks up at me with his eyes nearly black from his lust. He pulls the lace off of me with hooded eyes. His silence confuses me for a moment, until he says “ that’s not my name darling” slapping my pussy. I yelp at the pain but it subsides when Harry rubs my mound.

“I’m sorry daddy,” I say sweetly. Although the name makes Harry smile it doesn’t last for long because he says “ you’re a slut you know that. Who was the guy you were playing around with? Can he make you feel as good as I do? Does he touch you in the right places? '' he says. I answer quickly “ no he’s no one. Just a friend. Please I’m all achy and you’re the only one who can fix it right daddy” I beg, We barely have enough time and he makes me so desperate. “ I don't think you deserve it. Only a slut will throw herself at any guy and only a whore will fuck a married man who’s almost twice her age” Harry says running his fingers on my folds barely putting any pressure.

I whine and squirm from the teasing until he decides to dip his finger in my soaking pussy. He spreads it to my clit, making my breath heavier. Soon enough he backs up to take his boxers off revealing his wet cock, soaking from the precum. He teases his cock on my folds spreading my arousal to my clit. He circles around it and before finally dips his long hard dick into me, he murmurs “ you excited pup? Gonna tear this pussy into two. Moans and heavy breaths fill the room as his tip passes my folds. He takes his time letting me adjust to him since he bottomed out so quickly. His head falls to my shoulder and tears meet my eyes as he moans “ fucking hell, such a tight little thing”. I couldn’t stop my cunt pulsing and clenching around him, giving him a hard time to not cum too soon.

I squirm from feeling so full “fuck daddy, feel so full. Never had it like this. Can feel you in my tummy.” I whimper. Harry smiles as he starts to slowly pump into me. He keeps his eyes on where we connect, entranced by my tight wet cunt squeezing him “ feel so full? Yeah? Only daddy can do this for you. Look at you, so tight. Clenching so much and I barely fucked you yet” he moans. His slow thrust felt good, but a part of me couldn’t lie. I wanted it harder and faster and rougher. I moans desperately “ Please. I want more. Go harder” and with that Harry listens to my begging. His hips snap harder and faster, his tip hitting my cervix making me whine in pain. I start to cry loudly making Harry bring the hand that’s not groping my tits to cover my mouth “ Said you want it hard. My poor baby. Did she get more than she bargained for? I know daddys so good to you. Listening so well for my pretty pearl. Tap me three times if it’s too much. Can’t have those pretty noises be the reason we get caught” he says, thrusting into my wet cunt with full force.

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Harry couldn’t help fucking her so deep and raw, she just felt too good not to. She was pleasuring his cock, her wet muscle squeezing and massaging him so well. Y/n was doing so well too. The pain felt good for her because she knew complaining isn’t an option. Harry looks down at the girl with teary eyes. His hand still covering her mouth and one of hers holding his wrist “ such a good cock slut. Taking daddy’s cock so well. Look at you, such a messy girl. Soaking my ball and thighs. Should I have my wife suck me off later? Taste this sweet pussy all over me? She enjoyed it the other time.” he moans in pleasure.

Y/n takes Harry’s hand off her mouth and puckers her lips for a kiss “ dumb little baby, want daddy’s kiss?” Harry muttered. She nods a yes and his hand wraps around her throat and he lowers himself to kiss the needy girl. They both moan into the kiss and deepen it. Harry sucks on her tongue and bites her lips while he fucks her. Harry breaks the kiss looking into her eyes “open your mouth, tongue out” he commands. She listens following his instructions, Harry spits in her mouth making her moan out loud. Y/n never experience this type of erotic action yet, but with wide eyes she asked for more Harry obliges happily.

Y/n moans get louder and her Cunt squeezes Harry’s cock begging to milk his warm cum into her “ Baby, you have to stay quiet for me. I know it feels good, but you have to lower it” he says sweetly, pushing her hair away from her face. She moans and cries “ I can’t daddy! I’m sorry. I need your fingers please, I can't quiet down. It feels too good”. Harry uses his free hand to stick his pointer and middle in the girl's mouth. Y/n sucks quieting down her moans. Harry’s balls tighten at the sight of the girl “ Y/n cum for me baby. Please. Need to feel you cream on my cock. Make a mess all over me. I’m so close too.” Harry cries in pleasure as his hips lose rhythm fucking into her harder. His hands reach her clit, rubbing vigorously. Y/n needy pussy squeezes him as she cums on his cock, his fingers gets replaced with his soft pink lips. The feeling triggers Harry’s climax, they both moan at the feeling as he rides out their highs, lips attached to each other swallowing the others moans. Harry’s cock pulsing as he pours cum into the girl's cunt, who’s milking him dry.

Harry pulls out, making the sweet girl flinch from too much stimulation. He lowered himself to her cunt and spread her legs. Y/n doesn’t move too tired from the recent activities. Quietness fills her mind, but soon is disrupted from overstimulation of feeling the older man's tongue licking her cunt that’s messy from her cum and his cum. She cries pushing his head off with little to no strength. Her fight ends soon though because Harry was suddenly eye level to her. His thumb pulls her lips down and she takes it as her cue to open up and he spit their mix cum into her mouth. He leans back down to press his lips against hers. The kiss was messy swapping saliva and cum, they both broke apart to have a breath, licking the remainder of cum off their lips.

They lay quietly for a second basking in the intimacy, until Harry regained energy to stand up fully and get the girl tissues from the open bathroom door behind them. He also thanks his lucky star’s she has her own bathroom in her room. Although Harry left to clean her up, the minute he leaves she can’t help, but think he got what he wanted and left. The sick feeling in her stomach starts as she tries to hold back tears too exhausted to cry. The bad thoughts subside as she sees the tall figure walk close to her and bend down to clean up her messy folds after he cleaned himself up. She whines from the sudden feeling.

After she is clean Harry takes his time with after care. He cleans the makeup under her eyes and cleans her up as best as he could. Making sure she can stand up and doesn’t feel like she’s in subspace or anything. Although he didn’t think he could get her there yet, he knew what they did was rough and he was scared to make her go back downstairs feeling off. He dresses the both of them up making sure they don’t look freshly fuck. He sweetly kisses her lips cupping her face “ this isn’t over yet pearl” he says with a giddy smile as he leaves. She laughs at his excitement and sweetness, feeling happy herself.

15 minutes later the dinner started and Harry sat across the table from Y/n. He couldn't help, but smile when she made the same entrance with the hint of cigarettes on her scent. Throughout the dinner stolen glances and hidden eye language were made. The pair wasn’t even noticed by anybody since everyone was engrossed in conversation, except for chase when he would subtly smile at the pair or give an all knowing look.Olivia did get a hint, but she thought she was going crazy. She knew what a cheater looked like because well she was one, or is one at the moment. She clenched her thighs as she looked at Cavanaugh from across the party. The party died down when it hit night because it was going on all day. Warm goodbyes were given out, especially with the pair that had hands lingered longer then they should.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles #dom!harry #harry styles au #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #neighbor!harry #harry styles fluff

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So… what do y’all do when you wanna do a bajillion things but you can’t settle on which thing to do so you just kind of end up doing nothing?

… lissen I’m still only recently diagnosed with adhd so I still don’t know how to work with it… I wanna draw so many things, wanna make merch, comics, I wanna write a fuckton of silly cringe fanfics… I wanna make videos? Like maybe youtube videos rambling abt stuff while drawing but then I don’t know if anyone would even be interested in that, and besides I haven’t done video editing in…. Probably close to 20years? What program should I use? Anyone got any tips on that?

I also wanna make stuff, lil bead things like these guys I made a while ago for example

I also wanna try doll customization cause it’s kinda only been the last decade or so where I’ve allowed myself to like dolls… reasons for that being … uh… gender stuff… it’s like only now in my life, around 30 have I finally gotten somewhat close to getting a grasp on my gender and sexuality, and I never even really realized before that this was something I had a problem with? Which probably makes no sense tbh…

I also wanna do sculpting and even paint, after art school teachers made me feel like I should never paint again bcs idk man I wasn’t up to their standards 🤷

And… I wanna do all this stuff but not only does brain say ‘adhd my guy’ but there’s also my increasing health issues that… I mean I’ve always had them but I guess getting older makes it harder and harder to constantly deal with them… and that’s another thing I never really realized was so bad until back when I was in Japan in 2015-2016 as an exchange student and would have to go to the hospital increasingly often bcs of pain nobody could diagnose… aand then I was shamed for it bcs having to go to the hospital in the middle of the night sometimes was a huge hassle to the dorm staff, idk I was a problem…

Since then I’ve had two operations and will probably need to have more in the future. Also, amusingly, when I finally got diagnosed I was looking at the list of symptoms, all of which I could relate to in at least some way, but the ones that stood out, for some reason, were ‘constant exhaustion’ and then below it was ‘insomnia’ and… maybe I’m not actually lazy when I’m tired all the time? But y’know, I don’t really wanna use a chronic condition as an excuse to just do nothing, plenty of ppl have chronic problems but still do stuff with their life… but when I think like that I also remember this isn’t a ‘pain competition’ or something like that and different people just have different capabilities to deal with chronic pain and such… idk, I honestly think I’m still trying to come to terms with the realization that being exhausted and in pain all the time probably counts as some kind of disability….. but I don’t feel like I’m allowed to say I’m disabled bcs I do also have good days, you know? I should probably try harder to just DO things?

Ahem, it’s like 9AM and I haven’t been able to sleep and stuff hurts… I just wanna go do something productive but instead I’m whining on here which I probably shouldn’t do bcs this is the internet and strangers can see what you post and maybe use it against you but also sometimes you just really wanna rant into the void… or maybe more like semi-void cause idk, maybe someone reads this and can relate or give advice or just talk or something? Buuut you suck at talking… then later you feel embarrassed about your tired rambles and probably end up deleting them and just bring them up in therapy later like you should…

Anyway, until this embarrassment pops up I’m probably gonna try to find some painkillers and go draw or something -3-

#Rambles #Negative #I guess #sorry about that jgchhf

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a-crumb-of-whump · 1 year

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A New Beginning #14: Adoration

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Content: Vamprie whumpee, recovery, multiple caretakers, human caretaker, PTSD/trauma, meltdown/panic attack, [implied] self harm (for the sake of food), blood (once again, for the sake of food), fear of being alone.

I am exhausted and haven't actually proof read this or anything, but i promised myself i'd post something before i fell asleep LOL.

It was only a few days after the gathering they’d had that Carlos heard from his new friend again. He hadn’t really thought much of it at first - Ryker was often getting calls from his employees and other important people that Carlos had never met, so it came as a surprise when the human called him into the living room and held out the phone to him with a polite smile.

“Hey, man,” he greeted, already beginning to get out of his seat to make room for the vampire to sit down instead. “Charlie’s on the phone. Said he wanted to see how you were going. Would you like to sit down and talk to him while I get your breakfast ready?”

Did he? What kind of question was that?

“Yes please!” he chirped, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he took the phone from his human’s hand and sat down on the couch Ryker had just been sitting in. It was still warm, and he found himself snuggling further into the seat as he greeted the other human on the phone. “Good morning!”

“Good morning to you, too,” Charlie spoke warmly. He still sounded a little groggy, like he hadn’t been awake for long, but Carlos could still hear the faint smile on his face regardless. “You’re sounding rather chipper. How’ve you been?”

The vampire brought his knees to his chest and began to fiddle with the fabric of his pyjama bottoms as he talked. “I have been well, I think! I’m a little restless today, but Ryker said I just need some mental stimulation. So, he’s gonna set up some stuff for us to do later on.” Then he jumped all of a sudden, feeling as if he’d already forgotten his own manners. “Uhm- and how are you, Charlie?”

“I’m okay, thank you for asking.” The tone in Charlie’s voice hadn’t shifted, instead remaining light and friendly, despite the fact that he clearly wasn’t all that awake just yet. “I have work today, unfortunately, hence why I’m awake so early. Though, I was actually thinking about dropping by for an hour afterwards, if that’s okay with you?”

Carlos found himself mildly confused. Why was he asking for permission from him to come and see Ryker and Adam? Were they even going to be around today? He thought he recalled the two of them informing him that they wouldn’t be around all that much this week. Had they not told Charlie?

“Uhm…” The vampire didn’t even really know how to answer. “Y-yes?”

Thankfully for him, Charlie seemed to catch on to his confusion pretty quickly. “You sound a little unsure? What’s on your mind?”

“...I guess I don’t really understand why you’re asking for my permission to come visit Adam and Ryker?”

He blinked cluelessly at the sound of Charlie’s light laugh. He didn’t think he’d said anything funny. Did Charlie not realise he was being serious? Though his cheeks flushed red at the embarrassment of being laughed at, he chose not to say anything else.

“You sweet thing. I meant I wanted to come see you. They’re both out this afternoon anyway, aren’t they? I think Ryker said their work schedules are pretty similar this week.”

Oh. It made sense now. However… it also didn’t.

“You- you want to see me?” the vampire tilted his head. His fingers clutched the phone a little tighter as his heartbeat picked up a bit. This was so exciting. “Really? I- I’m not very good at talking to other people. People, uhm… they scare me.”

“They scare me, too, buddy. You’re all good. Look, we can give it a miss today if you want? I’m happy to wait until a time where you’re feeling more comfy or one of the guys is around. I totally get it.”

Carlos could have sworn he felt his heart stop for a moment.

“No!” he practically cried, leaning forward in his seat as if it could possibly make his point any clearer. He had a death grip on the phone pressed to his ear while his other shaking hand dug Its nails into the leather that made up the couch. “N-no, please, I’ve only ever had two friends in my life. I love them so- so much b-but I don’t wanna be alone anymore. I want friends s-so much. Please come over? Please? I can make some human food for you if you’d like! I swear, I’ll do whatever you want!”

He knew he was being downright pathetic. He knew there was a good chance he was actively scaring his potential new friend away with his intensity, and yet he would have thrown himself onto his knees and begged like that if he were in front of him in that moment.

Having heard his frantic voice, Ryker was by his side in an instant; resting a hand on his knee while the other arm held a paper towel to the cut on his arm. He’d clearly been in the middle of draining Carlos’ morning breakfast into a cup, and that only made Carlos feel all the worse.

What is wrong with me? Why am I like this? Those same two questions repeated in his head over and over again.

“Carlos, you’re all good, man. It was just a suggestion,” Charlie was quick to reassure him. Nonetheless, Carlos could still feel the weight of his own panic creeping up on him, threatening to slowly push him into suffocation as if something was holding him against the wall by his throat. “It’s okay. I’ll come visit you this afternoon, then, yeah? Just like I suggested before. No one’s leaving y’alone.”

“I’m so-orry,” the vampire quietly hiccupped into his sleeve. “I’m sorry… I’m…” Behaving like a fucking toddler? Yeah, you are.

He silently scowled at the voice in his head. It was so loud and so mean. Why couldn’t it just be nice to him? Why did it have to point out all his flaws and mock him as if he didn’t already know they were there? He was trying so hard to like himself just that little bit more. It was so hard…

Ryker squeezed his leg, seemingly trying to draw his attention away from whatever was bothering him. The vampire immediately glanced down at him distractedly, still holding onto the phone so tight his hands were shaking.

“Sir?” he quietly whimpered. “I’m… I need… need…” He didn’t know what he needed. Didn’t know how to put how he was feeling into words because he’d never had to think about it before. Feelings didn’t matter. Hell, he hardly mattered.

He guessed it was different now, wasn’t it?

“I- I di’nt mean t’pressure you,” the vampire whispered in between more hiccups. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I told you I can’t speak to people…”

He was so grateful that Charlie had stayed on the line with him all throughout his little meltdown. Hearing his voice, knowing that he was still there only caused him to cry even more.

“No, no, you’re doing good, man. I’ve been there before, yeah? I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve struggled to find the right words or lost friends because I’ve said insensitive things without realising. Though, I’ve learnt that the more you do it, the easier it gets. So, what if we practiced together this afternoon?”

“You- you still wanna come over?” The vampire nearly couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He glanced down at Ryker who was still kneeling by his legs, and the human gave him a comforting smile that silently assured him it was real. “You’ll be my friend?”

There was another laugh. “Any friend of Adam and Ryker’s is a friend of mine. Look, I gotta finish my coffee and get ready for work but I’ll message Ryker with a time and you can expect to see me then, alright?”

Carlos sheepishly wiped at his wet eyes, accidentally pricking his bottom lip with his fang as he bit it. “You mean it? You’ll really come?”

“Yeah, man. I promise. See you then?”

“O-okay.” Carlos nodded, somewhat more confidently this time. “Yeah. I will- uhm, see you then?”

Ryker grinned the moment Carlos had hung up the phone. He took the phone from him and placed it down on the floor before taking his hand into both his own to squeeze it reassuringly.

“You did it!” he exclaimed, the loud sound of his excited voice causing Carlos to jump a little. “I’m so proud of you for persisting!”

“Tha-ank you?” He couldn’t tell if the human was being sarcastic or not. “I… I embarrassed myself, didn’t I, sir? I didn’t mean to…”

Reaching up, Ryker affectionately ruffled the vampire’s growing hair with a smile. “Not at all. You’re doing well. I know Charlie very well - he’s one of my oldest friends, and there’s no one I’d trust more with someone I love than him.”

That caused Carlos to look up from his lap. The wording was not lost on him, however clueless he usually found himself being. A small smile curved on his lips despite the wetness in his eyes, and he leaned forward to press his forehead to Ryker’s for just a moment; savouring the closeness between them before Ryker had to leave again. It was the only way he knew how to express his gratitude for him in that moment. Words were hard and he just did not have the strength to speak them anymore.

He could only hope that Ryker understood the meaning behind his simple gesture. Otherwise, he’d be sure to find the words for it later.

He needed Ryker to know how much he loved him, too.

Carlos spent the entire day watching the clock on the wall and cleaning vigorously before his friend arrived. He’d made what Ryker had said earlier in the morning were his favourite sweets - cookies, cupcakes and a few store bought foods as well. Adam was even kind enough to do his makeup again and help him pick out an outfit for what must have been his very first visit from a friend ever. His friend, no less. Someone who was here for him, not his owners or the people around him. He wanted everything to be perfect. Wanted to prove that he could be a good friend to people, not just some dumb pet for them to take their anger out on.

He could do this. He could do this. He could do this.

When Charlie finally arrived at the designated time - right on time, might Carlos add - he had to let himself in, given the sun was looming right outside, threatening to attack the vampire if he so much as stepped an inch into the light.

However, the second he had closed the front door, Carlos was already by Its side with his plate of cupcakes in his hand and a warm, excited smile on his face. “Thank you so much for coming,” he chirped as he held out said plate towards the human. “I made- uhm, your favourite cupcakes! Ryker gave me the recipe and helped me find all the ingredients for it. I hope you like them!”

“He did, did he?” the human grinned as it slipped off Its shoes and placed Its bag down by the shoe rack. It leaned over to examine them before carefully taking one off the plate to bite into. “Boy knows me so well. These are excellent, Carlos.”

Carlos couldn’t help but feel amused at the way he spoke with his mouth stuffed with food. It reminded him so much of Adam.

“Thank you! I worked very hard on them. Uhm, would you like to sit?” he asked, motioning to the living room where all the furniture was. “It’s just you and me this time, so… so you don’t have to sit on the floor. If- if you don’t want to, of course. Sir- I mean, Ryker said you might prefer the floor over the couch? I do sometimes, too.”

The human shrugged. “The floor feels less formal, but I’m happy wherever. You’re looking wonderful today, might I add. Did Adam do your makeup for you?”

“He did!” Carlos nodded, desperately trying to ignore the furious blush on his face as he plonked himself down on the couch and pulled his knees up to his chest for Charlie to sit down as well. As he did so, the human took another cupcake off the plate and began to eat that one, too. He likes them, Carlos realised with a giddy smile. “He purchased a practice makeup kit for me to use when he’s not around, but I’m not very good at it yet. I aim to get better, though.”

“It’s a fun thing to learn. Can’t say I’m all that into it myself, but I see what It’s done for Adam. He loves it.”

It got Carlos wondering. “Well, what sort of things are you into, then? You said we could, uhm… pr-practice talking? So… is that a good start? You didn’t tell me all that much about yourself at the gathering…”

“Yeah, I guess I didn’t, did I?” Charlie offered him another smile as he shifted himself into the same position Carlos was in, but on the opposite side of the couch so they were facing each other. “Like I said, I suck at talking to people, too. I’m awkward and blunt and suck at reading body language and social cues. A lot of people don’t really like that. So… I tend to keep my distance. Keeps me safer, y’know?”

Yes. Carlos knew exactly what it was talking about.

“So… It’s not a vampire thing?” he asked quietly with a small tilt to his head. “That happens to me a lot, but I always thought I was just not smart enough to understand them, or- or that’s just how they treated vampires. Humans treat other humans that way as well?”

He was saddened to see the human nod. “Unfortunately so.”

“That’s so sad.”

Charlie shrugged. “I guess so. I have my little group of people who love and understand me regardless, so I don’t concern myself all that much with what the rest of the world thinks of me.”

Carlos admired that. He cared far too much about what everyone else, particularly humans, thought of him. It was ingrained into his brain that his purpose was to please them, therefore he had to care, right? If there was one thing all the humans he’d lived with agreed on, it was that.

“—but hey, fuck the rest of the world, right? Let’s talk about me.”

It surprised the vampire to hear himself laugh at the human’s rather vulgar language.

“Yes!” he agreed, and the both of them eagerly leaned forward with their arms still tucked in their laps as if they were two gossiping school children. “Tell me everything there is to know.”

It turns out, the two had a lot more in common with each other than they thought. Charlie happened to be right into his digital art - something Carlos had no idea even existed until then - along with cooking and movies. He also mentioned that he loved the dark - that there was something calming and peaceful about it in a way that the day just couldn’t bring. He said that he often went on night walks along the beach when he couldn’t sleep, or relaxed under the stars in his backyard with a picnic blanket beneath him.

It all sounded infatuatingly wonderful to Carlos. He didn’t feel safe enough to go outside anymore. Not without another person there to keep him company, but the idea of it made him more than a little giddy. He hoped there would come a time where he could enjoy the stars and the dark again, just like he had as a child.

The human also came to mention that he was a collector of sorts, too. He had a collection of rocks and leaves he found fascinating sitting on his coffee table for people to admire when they came over, along with the more “common” stuff, like Pokemon cards and little figurines. He’d apparently been collecting for years - ever since he was a child, and had plenty to show for it.

Within just a few hours, Carlos had grown to adore this human so much it hurt. It was living, breathing proof that there were other people just like Carlos. That he wasn’t alone, even if many people had tried to convince him otherwise.

—and as the human prepared to leave again rather late in the afternoon, Carlos hugged him tighter than he ever thought he’d be able to grip someone, fingers digging into his back and his head buried against Charlie’s shoulder. He was grateful that it didn’t seem to mind, and instead held him just as tight.

“Please come back sometime,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut out of sheer desperation. “Please. You’re… you’re like me. I like you so much!”

There was, once again, a laugh as Charlie stood with him in the doorway. He could hear and feel Adam and Ryker’s presence behind him, presumably moving things around and giving the place a quick clean after their day at work, but he didn’t care. Not right now.

“I like you so much, too! I’ll be back very soon, man. Promise.”

Carlos couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he hid it against the human's shoulder even more.

It was official.

After ninety years of living on this god forsaken earth, Carlos Emrick had finally made a friend outside of Ryker and Adam.

He cried out of pure joy as he told his humans about his day that evening. It was easily on his list of best days ever, right underneath the day he met Ryker and the night he finally got to move in with him.

@alexkolax @emcscared-whumps @espresso-depresso-system @inkkswhumpandstuff @pigeonwhumps @pumpkin-spice-whump @roblingoblin285 @sacredwrath @stabby-nunchucks @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @trans-writes @whump-blog @whumpsday @whumpshaped @whump-things @whumpycries @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @thekittyburger @choppedflowermuffinchild

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump scenarios #whump tropes #whump writing #vampire whumpee #recovery whump

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thdramas2 · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/thdramas2/744216392393506816/i-want-to-commission-people-for-art-of-my

TH isn’t as ruthless about it as you think, nonnie! I’ve commissioned lots of selfship art from people on TH and I’m not at all subtle about being a selfshipper on TH or… literally any site I’m on lmao. Never had a problem so far on TH itself with regards to being a selfshipper or trying to buy artwork of my husband and I, and I’ve seen a bunch of other self-shippers buying art too! Hell, there’s even at least one person on TH who makes profile layouts and codes for self-shippers!

Lots of people, myself included, are open about self-shipping on TH and people don’t really bother us for it, at least from what I’ve personally seen? And yeah, I’ve also been bullied for it on other sites and even in some Discord servers; I’ve been a selfshipper for 20+ years and I come from a different era/style of selfshipping, so trust me, I definitely understand the hesitation. People around other places online can be nasty about it, not denying that, but IDK, I’ve found that TH is pretty chill. Again, though, this is my personal experience and I… Don’t really get involved in the forums or with the userbase at large too often. Like any other site, there’s benefits to just staying in your corner and interacting with the rest of the site as little as possible.

If you want to commission people, go ahead! If you’re worried about being judged or ridiculed, you can look for shops that specifically say they’ll draw selfship/OC x Canon (some people list it in their will/won’t draw section), but even if they don’t say it, you can always ask the artist first how they’d feel. If they say they don’t want to, or they’re an ass to you about it, just take your money to another artist. Not everyone IS going to be okay with it, and that’s fine too as long as they’re not being a dick about it.

Theres always gonna be haters who think selfshipping is cringe and embarrassing, but if it makes you happy and you’re not hurting yourself or anyone else as a result of it, care less about what other people think and just do your thing. If anyone gives you shit or tries to make fun of you, just block them honestly lmao.

Yea! twitter can be nasty as hell when it comes to selfshipping but thats the only experience i know from and place i know

lots of people on th dont judge those who selfship because most of them do it themselves

#vent

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wintrcaptn · 9 months

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Show Me

Joel Miller x Reader

A/N : idk what this is or why I wrote but yeah. Here it is. Lol it’s a little spicy.

I added both gifs so people can take it for HBO Joel or game Joel! Hope you enjoy!!

A part of me had never cared to wonder what the hell went through Joel’s mind. I always imagined it to be dark and gloomy and probably cussing someone or something out. He never let anyone in, no matter how long he’s known someone.

I had spent 2 years trying to get him to crack a smile. But nothing. He was so infuriating in the sense that I just couldn’t read him.

But right now…that’s all I cared about. I just needed to know what the hell was going through that mind of his. What was he thinking right this second?

He stood by the door way, holding my gaze with an intense glare. He seemed angry…I think. I mean, he always seemed angry. So I can’t really be sure what he’s feeling now…

“A-Are you gonna say something?” I asked, holding the blanket over me, with embarrassment fueling my body.

Joel and I had a weird relationship. We spoke few words: well I mostly did the talking. He just stared or grunted when he wasn’t yelling at me. But we had each others back. That’s all I could ask for.

Once Ellie came into our lives, it was less awkward now that I had someone to talk too. But Joel never seemed to let up. I could see he was growing a soft spot for Ellie, and in a way I was happy he could be himself with someone but also jealous.

I wasn’t sure why. I knew Joel and Tessa were a thing and it never bothered me before. So why was this bothering me now?

Both Joel and Ellie had left to get some supplies while I stayed back in the apartment we found refuge in for a couple nights.

I hadn’t been alone in forever…and I have needs…

Just thinking about what he walked into and seen…makes me wince all over again. I had never been so damn embarrassed than right now and I was dying to know what the hell he was thinking.

“Joel!” I groaned. Holding the blanket around my waist.

He slightly sucked the corners of his lips into his mouth, and he gazed at the blanket, then to my eyes. “What were you doing?” He finally asked, his voice low and harsh.

Was he annoyed? I couldn’t tell.

“N-Nothing…” I lied, hoping the embarrassment wasn’t so evident on my face, though I’m sure it was.

I felt like I could just die right there. The way he looked at me, it made my skin crawl. I hated not knowing what he was about to say. I hated this whole damn thing.

I just had to touch myself, huh?! I thought. Good job.

Joel crossed his arms over his chest, staring more intently than before. “Don’t lie to me.”

His voice had sounded colder, if that was even possible.

I didn’t know what to do except throw the blanket over my head now.

“Please just go away.” I groaned, trying to wiggle my panties back on. Why couldn’t he just leave the room like a normal person when walking in on someone?! Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?!

“Don’t make me ask you again.” He said more sternly this time.

This was new for us. He rarely talked to me and I don’t think he ever cared about whatever the hell I was doing before. It was like he enjoyed embarrassing me.

I pulled the blanket off my head once I finally got my panties on. My body felt like it was on fire from how hot I was. “Come on, Joel. Please. You already humiliated me enough.”

Joel furrowed his brows, but without a word, he closed the door behind him and pulled the chair from the desk to the center of the room, right in front of the bed.

“Why don’t you show me what you were doin’” he said, leaning on his knees, not once tearing his gaze from mine. “Go on. I ain’t got all day.”

Suddenly, I noticed something different in Joel’s eyes. They weren’t distant and brooding, they looked as if they were filled with burning desire and he kept them on me. It was almost suffocating with how hard he stared.

My heart felt as if it could jump out of my chest from pumping so fast. I was more nervous than anything at this point, but also…I found myself wishing he would join me.

I shook my head almost immediately. What the hell was I thinking?! It’s Joel!

I heard him groan, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“What do you want from me? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I asked, getting slightly annoyed.

He shrugged. “I don’t know—I’m kind of having fun with this.”

“Having fun with embarrassing me?!”

Joel leaned forward just slightly. “I’m enjoying makin you fluster.” He said. “Now get on it—show me what you were doing. I won’t ask again.”

His eyes slowly rolled down my body then back up to my eyes. He was different. But I couldn’t figure out what it was…

“W-What?” Was this really happening? Or was he trying to make a fool out of me again?

“You heard me.” His voice was low. “Show me.”

#Joel miller #joel miller x y/n #Joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #the last of us #tlou x reader #tlou hbo #tlou fanfiction #tlou #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #Pedro pascal x reader

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drunktuesdays · 1 year

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Hey it’s a4a anon coming again! The 10 part series was one of the few blessings of 2022 and I keep going back to it so thank you again 🥰. I know you mentioned having a few prompts and the only one I can remember was Eddie bottoming. And I just had so many scenarios in my head. Like would he hate it the first time and it’s something they don’t talk about but then he starts to warm up to the idea of trying it again but is too embarrassed to bring it up? Does he feel like since Garcia is an alpha, he’ll of course want to top and he drives himself crazy thinking that when Garcia is happy with how things are? Does he have a stupid “I have to give to him too” mentality that Garcia snaps him out of. Like how does it happen?? And how do they feel?

Also, as an aside, I’d love to hear Garcia’s pov from one of the parts. Like possibly their first time or part 10. I promise I’m not trying to be pushy. If you never answer this ask that’s fine. Just sending it with the hope that it inspires. 💛

Anon, please keep sending prompts and i will NEVER take it as pushy. i really really really appreciate it and i really promise i keep opening people's prompts as drafts and writing a little bit when i'm stuck on the Big Wip. i LOVE the idea of writing garcia's pov for their first time. i actually keep thinking about putting a4a on ao3, but then petering out because i think i'd more fully want to write out what happened in the beginning, and i think writing out garcia's pov would help figure out how i would tell it from eddie's pov.

it's just that i've been having the absolute worst time writing porn lately. i don't know what's going on with me, but i can't seem to shake anything loose. but i promise i did start writing bottom eddie, just slowly, and a little at a time.

i think my plan was actually to write eddie startled by the idea, and then brashly trying to cover up the fact that he was startled, and then actually talking himself into it by accident, and then he sort of dirty talks garcia through it--teasing him and goading him until garcia gives it to him for real and eddie loves it. and it becomes another thing they do, another thing he bosses garcia through.

well, actually, let me show you what i have so far--it's NOT a lot. i enjoyed myself doing the bantery setup and then my Porn Block hit.

obvs this is set after the events of A4A so eddie's a little more settled about how he and danny respond to each other.

"Okay," Eddie says. His heart is pounding, almost out of his chest. "So lets fucking do it then."

Danny looks genuinely startled, mouth falling open in a perfect o for a beat. Then, "Eddie, I was joking. Me and Isiah were fucking around, just being shitheads. I wasn't—"

"So you don't wanna," Eddie says, a little more brash than he really feels. "You don't wanna give it to me? Aight, if that's what you're sayin'. I got you, kid."

"Eddie," Danny says plaintively, sitting up straight on the couch. "I don't know what we're doing right now. Are you fucking with me?"

Abruptly, Eddie gets a handle on it in his mind. "Nah, man," Eddie says, smirking. "I said I understand—you don't think you could. It's a lotta work, sweetheart. You ain't ready. Maybe gotta do more squats and shit, work up those thigh muscles—"

"Oh fuck you, my quads are—"

"—since you just lay there and say oh Eddie please do me—"

"—perfect. Oh, fuck you. You're serious? You want it? You really want me to give it to you?"

"What have I been saying? Am I just talking to myself?" Eddie says, and then laughs when Garcia grabs his hand and yanks him up to his feet. "Look at you with the manhandling."

"You're gonna wish you were nice to me later," Danny says, in that real tough guy voice Eddie loves so much. He can't stop himself, and he reels Danny in, kisses him real close and sloppy and heated. Fucks Danny's mouth open with his tongue, gets a hand around the back of his neck and tightens it until Danny goes loose and liquid and pliant.

When Eddie releases him, Danny's swaying on his feet, eyes dark and unfocused. He blinks dazedly at Eddie when Eddie shoves at him.

"C'mon," Eddie says. "Ain't you gonna show me a good time or what?"

They go to Danny's bedroom. The last time Eddie called it that, Danny said, "Mine, huh? When's the last time I slept in it alone?" and Eddie had retorted, "the day I admit to living in Buffalo is the day they put me in the ground, pardna." He'd made them go to his place in yonkers the next two weekends off from teevee—Danny hadn't seemed to notice, so Eddie's still not exactly sure he won that argument.

Eddie backs Danny towards the bed, familiar and soothing. Danny lets it happen until about right when his knees are are about to bang into the mattress, and then scoots, twisting Eddie 'til Eddie's the one landing on his ass among the pillows.

"Cute," Eddie says, grinning. "You use that move on broads?"

"Just you," Danny says and goes for Eddie's jeans.

#alpha4alpha #my work

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misosick · 2 years

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dirty little secret - we live such fragile lives | bang chan

pairing: bang chan x reader, ??? x reader genre: uni!au, predebut/idol!au, manager!reader, slow burn chapter warnings: busy work day, chan is... still a prick. word count: 670ish

author notes: surprise! special chapter! this is a little thing of what happened after the initial contact, i was gonna scrap it but i couldn't. also in case you haven't figured it out none of this is canon. enjoy it anyway~ chapter 3 dropping later this week heheheheh

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You stand in shock, trying to process what the hell just happened. First of all, he goes by Bang Chan now. That makes sense being in a K-pop group and all, but Felix is a western name, he could have totally used Chris. Secondly, ‘I doubt you’ll last long’ really bugs you. Since when did Chris grow so cold? He didn’t bother shaking your hand either, just walking away and getting back to whatever he was doing on his laptop. You stayed with the other boys while you awaited Minhye’s return, who apologised for Chris’s behaviour and explained that Stray Kids has a comeback soon, so they’re all busy preparing – ‘Bang Chan’ especially so, as one of the group’s producers.

It doesn’t take long for Minhye to return and for your induction to resume, but you struggle to focus. Thankfully, your new boss hands you a folder full of information that you’ll need for your role, including all important maps of the building. You return to the 8th floor (which you have since learned is the floor dedicated to Stray Kids) and are led to a small office tucked into the corner of the floor. Your name in Hangul on the door leads you to believe this is your office. Your very own space in the JYP Entertainment building. You place your items inside and practice using your login on the system.

“That’s all you’ve got to do today! I’ve got a couple of meetings to run then I’m heading home for the day, feel free to have a look around the building a little more! The cafeteria on the 5th floor is amazing! Or head home, tomorrow’s a big day, you’ll need some rest!” Minhye waves as she walks off. The jetlag from moving is starting to make you feel a bit tired, so you decide to call it a day and catch up on some sleep.

As you wait for the elevator to the main floor, you hear someone speak behind you. You’d recognise that voice anywhere. But you don’t recognise the words he’s saying. The tone doesn’t indicate anything polite or kind though.

“If you’re here to talk shit, can you at least do it in a language I understand? So, I can properly defend myself? Jesus, what stick’s been shoved up your arse today, Mr. Bang Chan Producer-nim?” You spin on your heels to reveal the one and only Chris ‘Bang Chan’ Bang, who despite your history, hates you now. He’s looking at you like you were in the wrong for simply being at this very spot at this very time.

“I don’t know, but it’s been there since you decided to skip town and tell absolutely no one. I had people asking about you, you know? It was embarrassing! All because they knew we did a couple of group projects together–”

“Yeah, sure Chris, that’s all we did. Nothing else, there’s no other reason for you to be this pissed off about people asking you where I went. Get over yourself, prick. I’m not here for you, I’m here for my career. You’re going to have to deal with that. You should go back to your group. I’m going home.” Echoing the words he had said to you all those years ago, you turn on your heel and head into the elevator. Chris is left staring at your figure leaving the building

He remembers that night so clearly, the night where he lost his everything. He also remembers stepping out with a girl on his hip a month later and seeing how broken you looked watching him do the one thing you wished he did with you. He had stopped dating altogether after that incident in case it happened again. Except it didn’t, because after avoiding him entirely, you’d moved back home, which was obviously not anywhere near the university. Seeing you again reignited a fire in him that he thought died when he moved to Korea after graduating. He really did not have time to deal with his feelings right now, especially for you.

#chris bang #skz #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids angst #skz fluff #skz angst #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #dirty little secret

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sevi007 · 1 year

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Feel like I’ve basically faded out from here, so quick status update on how life’s going:

* Still recovering from the mess that was November and December, but it’s getting better. My grandma’s death still hurts but it’s getting… duller. Like you stop thinking about it daily, it’s more like… you know now, you get used to it. And life goes on. Sometimes it still hurts, and maybe that will never really stop, but I feel like I can breathe again, at least

* Got a raise at the job because I have been doing good work! Now that’s some nice appreciation right there

* Fell a little “out of love” with writing and drawing again, but that will pass. Happens a lot when life changes quickly around me – in the end, it always comes back after a while. No sense forcing it.

* Picked up learning French again. Figured more languages in a phone support job could actually help

* Also kicked my own ass (metaphorically, since I’m not that bendy) and found a fitness class to go to once a week. It’s gonna do me some good getting some sports into my schedule. Also, I meet new people! Which is kind of scary, but exhilarating. Introvert goes extrovert bascially XD

* Somehow found myself stumbling into crocheting? Basically I picked up a book on it, got some yarn and tried it, and it’s quite calming! I like how the yarn and the repetitive motions feel, and I can make things with it to gift people! I made a messy lil bookmark for a work colleague and he was so happy about it he wouldn’t let me take it back when I got embarrassed because it was so loopy XD

* Got bullied (joking) into trying One Piece Odyssey by my colleagues and now I should be able to go pick it up tomorrow and try it out on the weekend. It looks fun!

#personal things #basically - life is happening

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skullfck · 1 year

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@unpossession SAID: Dear Hawk,

It’s late at night, you’ve just left (about an hour ago) and I keep wishing that you hadn’t; a letter will have to make up for the loss of your company. I’m still drunk, so please forgive my messy handwriting-

editors note: her handwriting is perfect. neat, girlish swirls for o’s, loopy l’s and perfect polka dots punctuate the i’s. each letter connected by a seemingly effortless swoosh of her pen. black ink barely smudged. she must be shitting him.

-and please also forgive any mushy, gushy talk that might come out of this. By morning I might have come to my senses and decided not to post (mail) this at all, but knowing me I will. I think it’s important to be earnest. When you care about somebody you should say it. Also, apparently I am just a fan of embarrassing myself out of commitment to the bit. Anyway. Feel free to skim read. I’m sure all this is going to be very silly in the light of day.

I tried reading after you left but I was too distracted by the empty space on my sofa where you were sitting, so I moved to that side hoping to fill the void and started to wonder what it’s like to be you. I started trying to take up more space, spread my legs (not like that, perv) in that way that guys always seem to without meaning, broadened my shoulders and slouched a bit. I tried to imagine myself where I was sitting but couldn’t seem to grasp my own face. You’re the first person I’ve had over since I moved in here, I wanted to know if I look happy here. I’ve been trying so hard to make it a place I will be comfortable in my own company. Now it seems I’m just chasing your ghost. Which is something I do. Obviously. I’m trying to stop that, too.

I have this problem where I never feel close enough to people. I wanted to say thank you for carrying me home tonight but it isn’t enough. I feel like I use words so much that they lose all meaning. I like that you don’t use too many even though you know how. I know you know how. I might take a vow of silence or something just to see what it’s like. There I go again, copying you. I’ll try to cut that out now. It’s almost impossible to go back to where I started once I get too into it. Somehow I don’t think I’ll pull it off the way you do.

I hope you’ll come back soon. I’m sorry for the things I said on the walk home. I meant all of it but I didn’t mean to say all of it. Things will be different here, I think. But I said that about New York and I said that about the old apartment and I let things inside and it ruins it all. I get lonely, and it’s not like I go looking for trouble but it seems to find me and swaddle me and make me feel safe in the chaos. I feel like if I lose myself in the dark then i won’t be me, and I’m really sorry, I know you like me and you think I’m sweet but I cannot stand being alone with myself. I’m not

You’re so handsome. I wish you’d stop smiling at me in my head. I wanna make you smile all the time and you’re so stoic most of the time. I was sitting in the bar waving my arms around like an idiot for that bartenders attention but really it was for yours, just to see if I could make you laugh. I made you laugh a lot tonight. Mission accomplished.

I can’t keep a thought straight. This is gonna be such a shit letter. Oh well. I’m gonna see you real soon, probably, and I’ll try not be in need of any carrying next time but I like being close to you, so maybe if you could just pretend I do, that would work out just fine.

With love,

Wednesday’s Child, full of whiskey.

Ps. I still think about that poem you wrote me when I touch myself. ✠ send a MESSAGE?

The letter rests face-down on his chest, keeping him company during the high. Occasionally, he’ll lift it up and read it again, finding new meaning in every word and reopening a wound he didn’t even know he had. The drugs keep him from crying the same way he did when he first read it, but they can only numb so much. The ache is persistent, unyielding. Sometimes he has to change positions just to breathe.

He wrote something, too, that night. Came home and scribbled some bullshit out onto a piece of paper that was promptly crumpled up and thrown away. You’re so handsome, I wish you’d stop smiling at me in my head, battling it out with the half-remembered fragment She thinks I’m handsome because / I don’t look her in the eyes too long. He’s so fucking worthless. She never should have sent this to him—she never should have written it. It’s a waste of talent, a waste of feeling, on somebody like him.

He’s clinging to it like a lifeline, though. He’s wrapping himself up in the words like a warm blanket that still has the smell of somebody long gone. It’s such a human letter, full of human thoughts and ideas, and that innate goodness he always saw in her—so pure and raw and terrifying—bleeds all across the page.

When he shuts his eyes, he goes back to that night and he doesn’t leave her house. He goes into her bedroom and he throws her on the bed like she’s been wanting him to do, cutting the clothes off her with a knife. When she parts her lips at the feeling of him he whispers into her mouth promise me you won’t let him inside, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. She whimpers for him but doesn’t say anything so he says it again, growling this time, promise me you won’t fucking let him inside—

He comes to with the phone against his ear. It’s ringing, once, twice—and then she answers, because she never leaves him waiting long. He smiles sleepily.

“Hey, baby.”

#unpossession #✠ ???

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Am I Real?

childe x gn!reader hurt to comfort

tw: suicide attempt, derealization stranger in your own body.

an: i kinda feel like shit so writing this to feel better, not proofread

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‘It’s always been like this.

Life has always been black and white.

People come and people leave, leaving nothing but scars behind.

Their half-assed apologies say enough about their true feelings.

But what can I say? that’s just the way how life is.

It’s either you hit the jackpot or you lose and become colorless like everyone else.

It’s so boring. And tiring.

I have never had a reason to continue on in life.

But I did not want to disappoint anyone, so I forced myself and pretended like everyone else to be happy.

Hm yet I find it kinda sad how no one bothers.

If we all feel the same why does no one bother? Or am I the only person who feels that way?

Maybe that’s it. Maybe I’m the only one who feels that way.

Not even he noticed. Or he did and just acts like he didn’t so he doesn’t have to bother about it.

I love him with all my heart…but does he feel the same way?

He probably doesn’t and just felt bad for embarrassing me infront of my friends when I told him i’m inlove with him.

He’s gonna leave like everyone else..’

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Many thoughts were running through my head, overtuning every outside noise.

< 3:00 A.M >

“oh how I wish to restart in this shitty game called life..”

my own voice felt like a stranger to me. I was sitting on my bed, silently staring out the window.

A lone tear escaped my face, contradicting the numbness expressed on my face.

I didn’t bother wiping it, Ajax would only come home tomorrow from his trip.

The stars were clouded and I could barely see the moon shine through.

I know I didn’t belong here, no one truly needed me here.

I rose from the bed, the floor creaking as my feet slowly pressed down on the wooden ground.

I silently walked up to the window, staring into the nothingness of the dark sky.

I was in trance in my own world, not even noticing the way I opened the window.

I sat down on the windowsill, staring on the ground bellow me.

A single jump would end this all..

I didn’t notice the way tears streamed down my face.

Neither did i notice the front door opening.

I only noticed when I heard shaky breaths behind me.

“Baby please get away from the window…” His words didn’t register in my mind at all.

“Please we can talk about this, we can fix this…Y/N please don’t do this.” He tried to reason with me, hoping his words would get through me.

“Is it really possible to fix a feeling like this..? Why bother on someone like me?” I was nothing but a stranger in my body, having no control over my own actions.

Yet before I let myself fall someones arms wrapped around me.

My breath hitched while feeling myself gain control over my own body again.

“I-I’m so sorry for not realizing..” His voice cracked as he spoke, not being able to contain his own tears as he pressed me tightly against him.

“I was so busy with work I didn’t even notice, I’m so sorry love.” He kept muttering soft apologies into your hair.

You felt so guilty.

“No I should be sorry, I tried to act so egoistically without considering anyone’s feelings..” You whispered, taking in shaky breaths in a way to calm your nerves.

“No you weren’t egoistic at all, don’t ever think that. This isn’t your own fault and you also aren’t alone in this. I’ll always be there for you if you need to talk to someone, so please…next time talk to me.”

You broke fully down at his words, starting to sob into his chest as he drew soft circles on your back to calm you down.

You clinged onto his shirt, trying to impossibly pull him closer. “Shh..Let it all out.” The way he softly stroked your hair while whispering sweet nothings into your ear made you feel so safe.

Your sobs stopped after a while, turning into soft hiccups. Your eyelids felt so heavy and he felt so warm.

You slowly started to fall into a dreamless slumber as he picked you up into his arms, placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

He carried you to your shared bed, pulling you into his strong arms.

That night, he made a promise to protect you from the pain in this world. And he never breaks a promise toward his loved ones.

#genshin #comfort #angst #angst with a happy ending #childe #childe comfort #childe fluff #angst to comfort #genshin impact #self insert #fluff #y/n #genshin fluff #genshin comfort #hurt #hurt to comfort

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