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hyperfixatedbastard · 2 months

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do you write hypnosis stuff?? it's not specifically against the rules but idk it's kind of an iffy era for a lot of writers-

if it's okay with you, could you write some Vox x Singer!Reader who he uses his mind control on to sell their soul to him so they remain under the VoxTek label? (im sure remaining with him is an ulterior motive of his as well lol)

thanks :]

I can absolutely do that! I’m a little iffy about NSFW hypnosis, but I can do a SFW oneshot :)

siren songs

Obsessed!Vox x Singer!GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

WARNINGS: Yandere-ish behavior, hypnosis, manipulation, toxic behavior, all that good stuff

A/N: I told y'all I'd be back with some toxic Vox!! I wasn't entirely sure how to end this one, but I've spent enough time rewriting it to stop caring. This one is only romantic in theory - nothing actually romantic happens between Vox and Reader, it's more mutual pining than anything else This is also my first time writing obsessive behavior, so I hope I did it well!

Dividers

You’ve been working with the Vees for years now. You were originally recruited by Velvette, who’s like a bloodhound for new talent. She saw some popular videos of your singing online, and she made you famous.

But you don’t work with her that much, oddly enough. Over time, you gradually started to see her less and less. Vox was the one to take her place. By the time you noticed, there wasn’t much you could do about it—you’re certainly not an equal to the Vees, so there wasn’t much you could do. Sure, you could’ve quit then and there, as you’d never signed a soul-binding contract, but you really liked your job. You were getting to do what you loved for a living! Who wouldn’t want that?

Well, you. You don’t want that anymore. You’re getting burnt out. You feel like you’re out of creativity for writing songs, and singing no longer has the same appeal it used to. It feels like a chore. Getting on stage doesn’t get you excited—it just fills you with dread.

Then you saw the videos of the annual clown pageant down in the Greed Ring. How Fizzarolli, Mammon’s favorite little jester, just…quit. Just like that.

Can you do that?

You don’t have backup like Fizzarolli did. There’s no Prince of Hell to protect you if the Vees lash out in response to your resignation. But the Vees aren’t Mammon. They’re powerful Overlords, sure, but they wouldn’t kill off an easy cash grab like you. And they don’t have any leverage to use against you—you’re a fucking superstar, you learned to stop keeping secrets a long time ago.

Yeah, you can totally do this!

You spend the next week making a plan. You currently live in V Tower, so finding another living arrangement is a priority. Luckily, your standards are just as low as before you got famous, so snatching up an apartment doesn’t take long. You’ve been building up savings for some time now, just little bits here and there that wouldn’t look suspicious among your bank withdrawls, so you have enough money to last you a while. You’ve made a go-bag, but you’re not too worried about bringing anything with you, as you have enough cash to just buy new shit. By the time the end of the week comes around, you’ve got your escape plan ready to go. All that’s left is to actually quit.

You decide that directly speaking to Vox is your best option. Velvette and you don’t have the same rapport that you used to, and Valentino is just… no. During your time working with Vox, you like to think there’s some sort of friendship there. The two of you chat amicably, and he always makes sure you’re okay when it comes to creepy fans and the like. You feel like there could be something more than just friendship, but you don’t plan on staying long enough to find out. As much as you like Vox, you’re not willing to spend the rest of your afterlife hating every second of your job just for him.

You stand outside Vox’s lair, mentally preparing yourself for this conversation. You take a deep breath, and right before you can knock on the door, it opens.

Okay, here goes.

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You aren’t as sneaky as you seem to think you are.

A normal boss wouldn’t have noticed the small transactions in your bank account, or the little trips you’ve been taking to go look at apartments. But Vox isn’t a ‘normal boss’ by any means. And he noticed.

From the moment Vox set eyes on you, he knew he wanted you. You’re beautiful, and fuck, your voice—he just can’t get you out of his damn head, no matter how hard he tries. And he really fucking tried. But he couldn’t avoid you, thanks to VoxTek being such an integral part of your performances. And you’re like a damn siren with that voice of yours, even though he’s supposed to be the hypnotizing one here. Eventually, he just gave in and accepted that he was more than a little obsessed with you. That’s why he started drawing you closer to him, pushing away Velvette and taking control of your brand. He doesn’t like sharing.

Obsession isn’t a particularly new feeling for Vox. He certainly has… tendencies. But this isn’t like whatever the fuck he’s got going on with that deer-headed, old-timey bastard Alastor. It’s not a lust thing, either. You’re certainly attractive, and Vox most definitely would sleep with you, but that’s not the main factor at play here. This is a deeper obsession than any of that bullshit.

Vox knows that he doesn’t own your soul. He’s well aware that he can’t truly stop you from quitting. Even if he managed to trap you inside V Tower, he can’t force you to keep up the performances. If he had you under a proper soul-binding contract, though…

He would own you.

Now, he’s not Valentino. He doesn’t plan to take that kind of advantage over you. He doesn’t want to change a damn thing. He just wants you to stay.

And he will make you stay.

He knows when you approach his office, and he opens the doors with the touch of a button on his desk. He plasters that casually perfect smile on his screen and turns to face you as you enter. The doors shut behind you.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you today, my dear,” he lies easily, the charismatic mask fitting into place like it was never absent in the first place. “How can I help you?”

You hesitate, your anxiety starting to get to you. But you’re determined to do this. You clear your throat and step forward. “I’m resigning.”

Vox’s smile doesn’t falter, nor does his screen glitch. His demeanor is…unnerving, to say the least. You’ve known him to be temperamental, emotional. You expected some kind of reaction. But he’s just smirking at you like he always does.

“I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do to change your mind,” he replies smoothly, tilting his head to the side just slightly.

“No,” you confirm, trying to sound confident in your answer. You’re not sure if you succeed. “I’ve already made my decision.”

Vox sighs, though he doesn’t sound very defeated. His smirk hasn’t gone away, either. “Well, then. It’s been a pleasure working with you, darling.”

He holds his hand out for you to shake. The gesture immediately worries you, as it’s the well-known sign of a deal. But you reassure yourself that there’s no deal being made here. Hell may be chaotic, but there’s rules when it comes to these kinds of things. Neither of you have offered anything, therefore there’s no harm in shaking his hand. It’s just a respectful gesture of a boss wishing their employee farewell. It all feels too easy, but you’re too relieved to think too hard about it.

You go to take his hand, but as you lift your head up to meet his gaze, everything goes fuzzy.

Vox grabs you by your wrist before you can shake his hand. He’s not rough with you. He’s careful of his claws, ensuring they don’t put too much pressure on your skin. Not that you’d notice, either way—your mind is far gone at this point, thanks to those spirals in his eye.

“In exchange for your soul, you’ll remain under the VoxTek label and continue working for me. Your work will remain the same as before. You’ll forget about leaving. You will want to stay here. You will want to stay here with me.”

A golden scroll appears out of thin air, and it floats in front of you as it unfurls. “Sign it.”

Your body moves on its own. You sign your name on the line at the bottom of the page.

Vox releases your wrist, and takes your hand in his own as his eye reverts back to its normal state. When you come to just moments later, he’s shaking your hand with calm professionality.

“I’m glad we got that sorted out,” Vox remarks smoothly, his smirk looking almost proud now. “I look forward to your next performance, my dear.”

You blink a few times as you become more lucid and aware. “Uh, yeah. Can’t wait!”

You smile, and Vox releases your hand, seemingly satisfied with your answer. You don’t remember what exactly you came in here for, but you’re happy with the outcome. “Perfect.”

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lighterfluid1 · 1 year

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Drunk fuck with Bakugo ( 18+ )

☆ PRO!HERO TOP!BAKUGO X GN/FEM!READER (male ver here) ☆

☆ !! WARNINGS ; !!

ー Mentions of alcohol, female genitals, they/them pronouns, drunk sex, lots of degration, aggressive sex, creampie, fingering, overstimulation, some dirty talk, edging, oral sex (male and female receiving), half clothed sex, etc.

☆☆☆

As the weather warmed up and the grass grew greener, you could tell spring was on it's way. But not only spring. A friend of yoursーKatsuki Bakugo, celebrated his birthday in the upcoming month of April. You obviously weren't the only one to realize since the moment March became April...Mina had already began planning a surprise party for Bakugo. Her, Kirishima, and the others had chosen to throw the party at the nearby club. You must admit, it would be fun to meet up and have some drinks. So therefore you agreed to show up.

You met Katsuki long before he became one of the top 10 pro hero's. Infactーyou met him back in your UA days. You and your friends from class 1-A we're now deep into the hero business, meaning you lost touch with many of them, but not Katsuki. You realized long ago just how you felt about him, and turned out obvious how much you crushed on the boy. That much hasn't changedーinfact it's the reason you hesitated on coming to his surprise party. Even just being in his aroma made you nervous and flushed. Everything about him turned you into a hopeless mess. Mina being your go-to for these things had told you to hang out with him more and try to get comfortable with him. She made it seem much easier then it really was. If being around him with your friends there was hard, then you can imagine how embarrassing it was to be one-on-one with him. But at least the two of you talk online...it was honestly the only thing keeping your friendship alive.

Getting back home from your hero work you stripped off your costume exhastedly, flopping down on your sofa to check your phone. You we're suprised to see so many notificationsーbut when you checked them you nearly jumped out of your skin. The party...is today?! You thought to yourself. Mina had messaged you nearly a thousand times reminding you about it. Quickly you bolted off the couch and into your washroom. You had to shower, get ready, and leave as quick as you could. You barely had any time even now since your hero work takes up a big chunk of your day. After hoping out of the shower and drying your hair you had to pick an appropriate outfit. You didn't want to wear anything too formal but at the same time you didn't want anything too lazy...Who the fuck cares. Grabbing the most decent clothes you could find, you rushed out the door letting Mina know you we're on your way. Checking the time you let out a sigh of relief. You had just enough time to drive over.

The sun had already set by the time you arrived making the club radiate with lights from the outside. You usually didn't feel this nervous attending a party with your friendsーbut the butterflies in your stomach we're unbearable. Nevertheless, you we're here to have fun and that's all that really mattered.

"Ohーthere they are! Hey!" Mina called, waving to you as you walked over to the bar counter.

"What took you so long?!" Denki asked over the blaring music. You weren't surprised he was willing to come.

"Hey. Jus' got back from hero work n' had my phone off. Kinda forgot about the party, sorry," you reply with a nervous yet friendly smile. You usually remember important events like this, but your mind must'a gotten ahead of itself.

"No big deal! Bakugo hasn't even gotten here yet," Kirishima says. It had been a while since you'd seen him with his hair down.

"Really? That's a shocker..."

"Yeahーit is! Where is that blonde jerk?!" Mina shouts, scrolling through her phone frantically. You weren't the only one being spam called I guess. But just as Mina said thatーa voice called angrily from behind you.

"What'd you call me, bug eyes?!" Katsuki shouted. You and the rest of your friends jerked around at the sound of his voice, faces lighting up with excitement.

"Heyyy! There'y is!" Kirishima roared, raising a hand. Looking up at him from your seat, you studied his outfit in awe. He wore a tight white dress shirtーslightly undone at the top and rolled at the sleeves, black dress pants, and normal white runners. You could feel your face heating up as you looked him up and down. As he sat down, Denki slammed a cupcake down on the table as you all shouted happy birthday. It took him a moment to process this wasn't just a meet upーbut a surprise birthday celebration. Or that's what you thought he was processing.

"Huh?"

"Surprise!!! Are you surprised?!" Mina shouted excitedly leaning over the table. "We decided it would be fun to celebrate your birthday with a few drinks! What'dya think?!"

"I think you're fucking stupid." Mina stopped for a momentーshocked to hear his response. "It was pretty obvious this had something to do with my birthday. Why the hell else would you have dragged me out here?!"

"Ugh...why do you have to be so not stupid?!" Denki whined, flopping his arms over the table with a sigh.

"SHUT UP MORON!"

"Wellーat least you showed up!" Kirishima added positively. At this point you we're just waiting for someone to order the drinks.

"Is someone gonna order the drinks or what..." you huffed.

"IS THAT THE ONLY REASON YOU CAME?!" Mina yelled in shock.

"Of course not!" You bit back.

"I'll get em'!" Denki insisted, rushing over to the bar. You could feel Katsuki's eyes on you from across the table...it was making you that much more nervous. When you looked up he turned away increasing the suspense. You're hoping that once you have a few shots you'll loosen up.

Once Denki returned with a bottle of champagne, vodka, and other expensive liquors that's when the real party began. You even received a free bottle of tequila after Denki stood and flirted with the bartender. Out of all your friends, you were the one drinking the mostーespecially right off the bat. The moment they were placed in front of you, you had already poured yourself a glass. By the time the others started feeling tipsy, you were already drunk. Laughs were shared across the table until your attention began to shift back to Katsuki. As your head perked up, he too shifted his head in your direction. Looking him directly in the eyes you gestured a small smileーyour worries completely leaving your body.

"What're you lookin' at," he spatーtrying to ignore his flushed face.

"You, Katuski." Your face said everything he needed to know as the pink tone on his cheeks quickly darkened and spread across his face. He liked the way his name rolled off your tongue when you were wasted like this. His face grew with amusement as he smirked...catching onto you. You had always wondered what it would be like to sleep with himーbut you were unable to get ahead of yourself right now. Once the bottles were left empty and everyone's drinks were finished, some of your friends began to leave. The party ended faster then you thought, but time flies when your shit wasted I guess. But in the end it was just you and Katsuki at the table. "Didn't know you were sucha drinker," you slurred. Katsuki chuckled.

"Says you." As you and Katsuki also began to leave, that's when you finally made a move. As you watched him turn around the corner to check something your heart began to race as you reached out for him. Maybe it was because you we're drunkーbut the heat deep in your body was killing you. Quickly you pulled Katsuki's shirt making his face fall to your level, as you linked your lips with his. He was shocked at first, hesitating as you held him there but quicklyーhe melted into your kiss. The cold air of the night blew through you both making the moment that much more pleasurable...yet the hot feeling in your stomach never went away. The small yet sensual kiss you left on his lips soon turned into a heated make-out as the Blondie took control. He grabbed your jaw lifting your head as he pushed you against the concrete exterior of the club. Small uncontrolable grunts and breaths left your mouth as the two of you made out, vibrating down his throat. His hands slowly made their way to your waist and under your shirt as his leg shifted perfectly in between your legs. Your body flinched with surprise as a wave of pleasure spread throughout youーmaking your face turn a deep pink shade. That's when you realized the massive bulge in his pants. Katsuki's tight formal-wear made his boner impossible to miss. Suddenly a warm sensation made it's way to your chest snapping you out of your drunken state. His hands caressed your nipplesーpinching and pulling as he kissed and bit your neck. You moaned and groaned in response to the mixed sensations, feeling your cunt throb with need. This was very unlike him.

"Noーnot here..." you whispered. The both of you were perched up against the left wall of the club yet people still passed. His desperate grip on your body never loosened though, as if he was holding onto you fearing he'd be left alone. His breathing was heavy in your ear once he finally did let go, sending shivers down your spine.

"I'll call a cab t'drive us," he replied, pulling out his phone. You jolted in response to his wordsーthe alcohol in your system making it that much harder to process. You we're going to his house...? Your fantasies were slowly becoming reality as he hung up the phone grabbing your wrist and pulling you along into the viechle making sure you didn't trip or fall. Besides, out of the two of you he was the most with it.

Once you both arrived he practically dragged you inside. Katsuki had always been richーbut him being one of the top ten pro heros...made him even richer. He practically owned a literal mansion. When you entered the sound of jackets hitting the ground radiated throughout his home mixed with hitched breathing. As he pinned you against the door kissing and biting at your soft skin, you slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt. Before long he had you hanging onto his shoulder as he lead you to his bedroom. Everything was pristine and clean, the sheets of his bed feeling like pure silk as he threw you down. Ripping off your pants and your panties he lifted your legs placing them on his shoulders as he buried his face between your thighs...Your legs shook and trembled under his tongue wanting to escape although the world spun around you as you laid arching your back from the pleasure. His tongue swirled around your clit sucking it while he salivated all the creases and flaps of your sensitive cunt.

"NghーKatsukiー!" You moaned, covering your flushed face with your shirt. Out of nowhere you felt two fingers enter you, causing you to gasp and flinch. His fingers slipped in with surprising ease as your insides pulsed and twitched around him.

"Relax, slut. You got yourself into this mess," he spat. His words just turned you on that much more, your pussy leaking with juices. You just wanted him inside of you.

"Just...put it in..." you replied, voice trembling out of embarrassment. You spread your legs for him still covering your face shyly, shocking him. You we're so needy yet so hesitant.

"Impatient are we? Just makes me wanna tease you more, fuckin' whore," he chuckled. He threw his undone dress shirt to the floor as he unzipped his pants, rubbing his dick along your wet hole. "What's the magic word, huh?" Licking your thigh, he makes direct eye contact with you startling you with a small bite. Your body shivered as you watched him tease youーhesitating and stuttering on your words.

"Pleーplease...?"

"Good slut," he bit, smirking cunningly. Finally he lined himself up and shoved his cock all the way inside of youーalmost immediately hitting all of your good spots. You cried out with pleasure as he began to thrust into you, pulling one of your legs above his head as the other laid on the bed. With each thrust you felt your ears ring...your climax already approaching. The wet squelching sounds that filled the air were mixed with some of Katsuki's low grunts and moans in your earーsomehow making him that much hotter. You couldn't even believe this was happeningーyou were fucking your best friend. He quickly sped up after realizing how your insides pulsed and twitched for him. Then, you moaned and gasped for air as your body took over. You threw your head back as your body spasmed with pleasure. Noticing you finished already, he let out a small snicker throwing you over onto your stomach grabbing and spreading your ass.

"Wait I just finishedー!" You cried as he put himself back inside of you. Before you could finish, you practically melted on his cockーeyes shooting back into your head.

"We ain't fuckin' done here. You want me to stop then start beggin'." Every time you though he couldn't get any faster, he did. His thrusts were hard, completely raddling your brain as he grabbed your wrists holding them behind your back. "Ass up," he ordered. You could barely hear him over your moans and gasps yet you still did what you were told.

"Nghー! StopーI'm gunnー!" Suddenly, you felt Katsuki stopーeadging your climax.

"What, y'like it that much that you think you can cum twice in a row? I don't fuckin' think so," Katsuki snickers, grabbing the back of your hair.

"Noーmmphh! Please!" Begging and pleading he finally shoved himself back inside of you, causing your orgasm start all over again. As his thrusts slowed he quickly pulled out releasing his hot seed all over your ass. After pulling out so fastーa crème colored juice slowly poured out of you as he finally finished. Pulling you up he twisted and pulled at your pebbled nipples as he bit down into the crevice of your neck. You winced in pain and pleasure as he threw you down onto your back kissing your chest moving further and further down. Once he reached your sore and sensitive cunt, he licked up your rich cream-pie sucking at your entrance until you were screaming for him. "Katsuki!ーngh...please...I can'tー!" But it just turned him on more. As you gripped and tugged his hair you let out yet another orgasm. He smirked, purposely swallowing every last drop as your face burned a dark pink. Before you could respond he shifted to the end of the bed spreading his legs.

"Your turn~," he teased, snapping and pointing at his boner. You blushed just at the thought of you giving him headーbut it was fair...Holding your shirt tightly you crawled over to him and off the bed crouching down onto your knees. Holding your mouth open, he explored the inside with his thumb before leading your lips to his pink tipーthe precum leaking onto your mouth. You held the base nervously but instead of being gentle he grabbed at your hair forcing your head down, gagging you. As you choked and drooled he thrusted his dick up and down your throat, breathing hitching. "Fuck..." The sound of him moaning quietly, grunting under his breath as he thrusted into your mouth turned you on to the point it was unbearable. You quietly stuck two fingers inside yourself as you sucked him messily, swirling your tounge around his tip as pleasurably as possible. Small moans escaped you as you began to thrust into your holeーcausing his dick to somehow expand inside your mouth. The vibrations made his climax come that much faster as he finally released into your mouth. You coughed and choked as you swallowed it down, practically dripping from your mouth. What a pretty sight it was for Katsuki as he lifted you onto his lap, helping you finish yourself off.

☆☆☆

Once you both finally finished, you laid exhausted beside Katsuki holding onto his heated body. As your vision faded as the alcohol took over your system, you passing out in his arms. Your body was covered in bruises, hickies, and bites yet somehow it made you look that much hotter. He too fell asleep beside you shortly afterーstroking your ruffled hair. The sound of quiet breathing took over the aroma of his bedroom as you two slept peacefully together, tucked under his sheets. You wished you could have just told him how much you loved him in that moment you shared.

!! All characters are over 18 !!

ty 4 reading ♡ reblogs n' stuff are appreciated

ー miles/smiles

ー the fucking weekend >>>>

SMALL NOTE FROM THE WRITTER ; making this I realized just how shit I am at spellingーso sry 4 my terrible grammar and spelling errors on the og lol

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bbanghiitomi · 5 months

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| when things don't go your way

synopsis: what do you call someone you're not dating but someone in your arms? hanni asks that question herself often but always comes to the same answer: which is you.

— nonidol!filmstudent!phanni! × nonidol!journalismstudent!fem!reader

ლ⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠ლ⁠) ლ⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠ლ⁠) ლ⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠ლ⁠) ლ⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

y/n, are u not coming to see me?

i miss you already...

haven't seen you for a month.

how's ur org doing?

received.

you find yourself smiling as you read her messages, it seems like just the casual hi and hello's, the simple updates that friends are supposed to be sharing with each other aren't enough to satisfy the pham's need to be able to see your face, hear your voice and touch you. she's right actually, the last time you've seen each other was a month ago, before your journalism organization started being busy once again and her life has been a lot more boring ever since. there have been lots of restless nights where you think to yourself that there's no such rest as good as hanni's hugs, you really need her embrace, her arms around your waist.

god i miss her…

you can't help but think to yourself whilst you sit in one of the journalism organization room swivel chairs, working in front of a computer for the next online publishing of the university's news publishing website. it's almost 9pm, the lights are dim and the last person who you were with inside the room was the radio broadcasting group's director — danielle marsh, who then left with the sports writer kang haerin. they've been going in and out together for the past couple of months, which went unnoticed by some members of the faculty as it was seen as “typical” and very on character for them to do so.

you weren't new to that thing too, it's pretty obvious they've got a thing for each other and they're pretty open about it if anything.

unlike you.

just seeing the two made you miss hanni so much more, and it's quite selfish to think of such things because everyone, including the sane part of your brain knew that there's nothing between the two of you except for friendship — worn like a cloak to hide a secret. you can't remember why this whole arrangement between you and hanni started, when did you start sharing kisses? when did you start taking her home? what was the reason you visited her place even if it was late at night? why were you even so adamant about being there for her when she needs someone? why did both of you agree not to put any meaning behind these things? those thoughts were at the back of your mind, it shouldn't matter actually and when you think about it you try not to pry yourself about how it should matter that much — at the end of the day, things are not going to change.

if the walls of your room could talk, your secrets would no longer be something shared between you and hanni.

well, you've been on thin ice for such a long time — at this point, you assume that everyone in your organization and her club already has an idea about your relationship with hanni and are quite in a stump about it but that's too far from the truth, in fact — there were hardly anyone who notices the little things you do. everytime you think about her, the shared secrets together, the things about you that only she knows — you can't even find a reason to hate yourself for entertaining something people won't find appealing. it's been so long, why would you even go back to where it all started to stop this from escalating even further when you could just go with it until the end.

you know, you're going to hold onto this till the end, thinking that there will be that time where you and hanni can settle things down and accept what needs to be accepted and leave what needs to be left behind.

maybe, things will get better eventually…

you just hope you can stick with this until — you can finally call her… yours.

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

hm…

i'll think about it.

miss me already?

the org's doing just fine, hbu?

sent.

you drop your phone on the table as you close the tabs of the computer and then turn the computer off. you stay on the chair for a few more minutes, waiting for her reply as you fiddle the hem of your shirt with your fingers. quite nervous, confused as to why you were nervous — you can't help but just laugh, not having any explanation as to why you're suddenly acting like a giddy teenager girl over your so-called "friend".

crap… you think to yourself, it's really late now but you were hoping to see her again, at least even for just an hour or-so.

i wonder what she's up to now.

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

oh! the club's doing well!

we just finished our project and were hoping to release it soon.

you know how giddy i get about it, right?

i wish you were here with me so i can tell you all about it.

received.

you feel the familiar heat crawling up to your cheeks, you tap at the screen only for a few seconds and then pick it up. you wonder why, even before you kissed her, no matter how many times you tried setting yourself up with other girls — it wasn't effective at all. behind those words you told other people is hanni lingering at the back of your mind, the image of her face clear in your eyes until you just gave up, leaving yourself falling into her arms.

just how many times have i tried?

i can't even remember.

you thought then just gave up.

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

yeah…

i wish i was there, where are you anyway?

i mean, maybe i can come and see you.

right?

sent.

you stare at her message for a few seconds then you stand up and grab your bag that's been left unattended on the floor for a few hours since you first started working on the articles. you have absolutely no idea about what you're doing, it's just you doing whatever once again and doing it in the most random time ever but that's just because you missed hanni so much.

it won't hurt, right?

spending just some time to see her again.

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

wait, really?

i mean…

that's great!

but what about your roommate?

will minji not look for you?

received.

that's the thing, minji has been your roommate for almost two years — yes, that long. she's practically like your sibling at this point, one that you can always trust and lean on when you need a shoulder to hold onto or someone to cry on. minji used to be also a part of the film making organization in your university. she used to work with hanni on some projects for school until she left to focus on writing her own stuff on her own accord. so, minji is someone hanni already knew before she met you.

minji knows your thing with hanni and is at first troubled by it, but then it's not like it's something unethical, right? it's just secrets and a relationship with no label, it doesn't hurt anyone aside from you and hanni. that's the thing, minji feels bad that you subject yourself to self-harm — which is a relationship where you have no right to feel jealous about. she knows it sucks, how many times have she asked you: “what’s really between you and hanni?” and you always answer her. “nothing, we're close friends.” even though she's seen you cuddling with hanni on your couch, awfully closer than normal.

she worries your mother might find out even before you make it official between the two of you,

you know, she knows you're screwed if it were to happen.

minji has basically given up prying her way into your business but still tries to watch out whenever you feel sad or frustrated. she's always there when you need her — she's obviously a great friend that even your parents trust.

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

nah, don't worry

i’ll tell her.

she’ll be alright.

where are you?

sent.

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

great, i’m here at my condominium

just, you know? waiting…

hope you come here asap

;)))

received.

you grab your backpack and sling to your shoulder, making your way past the rows of computers lined and exiting the room. you see the dim corridor, your eyes follow along the lines of doors and the straight path to the stairways, and under the dark hall the pictures of when you first met hanni lingered at the back of your mind, right at the end of the corridor.

r u carps, min?

hey minji,

bro

i won't be home 2night

take care of the dorm and heat up the pizza

i got some money under the flower base and just take it to order sum whatever…

lov ur roommate, y/n

sent.

and with a blink, you come back to reality and start running your way to the stairs and reaching the ground floor — rushing as soon as possible to get to the open parking lot where your scooter is parked, you open your top box with your keys and immediately place your bag inside before locking it once again.

r u carps, min?

dude wtf?

why now? ur mom will be here tomorrow.

y/n?

hey!

BRO!!!!

ur such an asshole

you know that?

come on…

ur dead

received.

as the engine ignites, all your worries are pushed back behind before the motor accelerates and you finally find your way outside the campus then to her condominium.

“you’ve been away for so long.” hanni grumbles, arms wrapping themselves around your torso, you laugh at her expression, a cute pout adoring her pink lips and her eyes full of stars inside of them. it's almost like she has the universe in her pupils. “only for a month by the way, i’m guessing you really feel lonely here.” you tell her, raising your brows at her direction with a smile on your lips. she nods, snuggling closer to your body on the bed, she feels like a koala the way she couldn't let go of your figure.

“of course! aside from my parents, you're really the only one i want here with me.” she says, well it's nothing but the truth but hearing it made something inside you tremble. it's something you cannot understand but something you feel very deep inside, you only smile at her.

she could bring anyone she wants here.

and you would still not be able to tell her nothing, because you have no right to do so.

she's free to do whatever she wants to do.

and that must be your fault, right?

you place a hand on top of her head, patting her soft hair under your palm. “seriously, this is why you feel lonely. having a friend or two here other than me wouldn't be so bad.” you express out of genuine feelings, though it's nice to know you're the only one she wants, you can't help but feel guilty that you're making her wait or expect too much to the point she's not allowing anyone inside of her life aside from you.

at the end of the day, you only want her to be happy.

but that's not the case, for a relationship that doesn't have any label — hanni seems committed to it.

you haven't even said anything but she's already sure she's yours, and it honestly makes you feel bad even if it is a mutual feeling you two both share.

“i really only want you…” hanni buries her head on your neck, snuggling close for warmth and you can't help but wrap your arm around her, to keep her close as if anyone was going to take her away from you if you don't. “it's okay, i won't be away for any longer anymore. i promise.” you whisper, you feel hanni nod her head and feel her lips against your skin as she speaks. “promise me you’ll be here with me forever?” you look down on her, eyes directly on her cheek, her face hidden on your neck. “i will.” you smile at her.

maybe, you are really that tired that when you open your eyes it's already 9am in the morning yet hanni is still wrapped around your arms. the sun shines so much brighter on days like this, it must have been her presence beside you and everyday should have been like this if things were different.

there is still a chance for you to change it.

you start to see it.

“are you sure i can come to you and minji’s place today?” hanni asks, looking up from her plate of food, she tilts her head as she asks, eyes meeting your own pair. “well yeah, you know minji would never mind.” you say, bringing your utensils down before smiling at her direction. “besides, it’s not a busy day today.” you add.

you take the helmet in hanni’s hands and help her wear it on her head, making sure it's strapped tight. as your hands let go of the helmet, you notice hanni staring at your face and you raise your brows at her. “what?” you ask. hanni giggles and shakes her head. “nothing, i just… feel giddy about being with you today after what felt like forever.” she says and you almost saw the entire galaxy inside of her eyes the way it shines, the wait the light sparkles, you can't help but be mesmerized.

you nod at her and place a kiss on her cheek. “of course, it's not everyday we get to be like this together.” you huff and hop on the motor, hanni follows and wraps her arms around your waist.

when you get to your shared apartment’s front door you notice the weird aura of the place, you hesitate to open the door as you stand still looking at the wooden entrance, hanni peeks behind you and wonders why you haven't touched the doorknob.

now… i must be paranoid.

it's oddly quiet or somehow, there's a strange presence looming around the place and you don't know what it was.

you take the doorknob in your hand and feel its cold surface, sending shivers on your spine. you twist it and enter inside, slowly stepping a foot and looking around to see if anyone beside minji is present, hanni follows quietly but is still confused. your eyes widen when you spot your mom standing by the living room and seemingly pacing around, in panic and quite in a rush, impatient.

you feel a rush of adrenaline pumping in your veins as you immediately take a step back, pull hanni outside then close the door gently. “w-what’s wrong? is there an intruder inside?” hanni asks, worried that there might actually be an intruder, which ironically turned out to be your mom. you laugh sheepishly and scratch the back of your head. “uh no? i just remembered that minji wasn't around and… we can go grab food somewhere before coming back—” your words are cut off when the door opens to, none other than minji.

“minji..?” hanni looks behind you, to the door as minji stands with a hard expression on her face.

“where have you been?” minji asks, her tone is strict and impatient for an immediate answer, her eyes bore behind you and then dart back at hanni. “and why is hanni here?” she adds to the pile of questions.

you turn around and shake your head. “ah, i didn't know you were here… crap, i was at her place yesterday and i thought i’d hang around with her here ‘cause you wouldn't mind, right?” you shrug, minji kept her serious face but sighs, rubbing her temple with her fingers. “y/n, i won't of course. but you know who will?” she says, clearly frustrated.

hanni squints her eyes at minji. “who?”

“her mom, she's here today, waiting for y/n inside.” minji answers, you flinch at the idea before turning your head at hanni who frowns and looks away. “i didn't know she'd be here!” you whisper aggressively, rubbing your face with your hand.

“dude, i messaged you yesterday. you didn't even bother reading it.” minji argues, which was the truth but you were riding your scooter to hanni's place when you received the message — it was the reason you didn't have the time to read it.

with your face buried on your palm, you grumbled. “dude, i was riding my scooter that time…”

hanni sighs and places her hand on your shoulder, you put your head up and look at her. “i’m leaving for now i guess, you'd be in more trouble if she sees me.” hanni says, giving you a small smile.

you furrow your brows, you think to yourself that there must be a way — there's something you can definitely do, doesn't matter what there has to be something!

you stare at her, pursing your lips before reaching out for her hand and shaking your head. “no, you'll stay. don't worry i’ll take care of this, please just stay.” you tell her, minji’s expression turns into confusion — as if, your ways of salvaging you and hanni's relationship seemed absurd to minji's level of understanding.

“wait? y/n are you crazy? you're gonna get you both in trouble!” minji says, already scolding you even before the trouble happens. you look at her and shake your head, holding hanni’s hand tight. “no, that's my mom — i know her, we’ll be alright. i promise.” you look back at hanni to give her a small smile again, caressing the soft skin of her hand under yours to soothe the unstable feeling stressing her out.

the door opens once again but this time it's your mother who exits and her eyes dart at the three figures standing. “y/n? where have you been, young lady!” she yells, you laugh and look at her with a sheepish expression before pulling hanni slightly closer beside you. “i stayed somewhere only for a night. i swear, no troubles.” your mother seems to notice hanni’s presence beside you and raises her brow towards hanni, her scary aura unchanging.

hanni took a deep breath, opening her lips as if about to say a word but she fails miserably when your mother glares at her. “and who is this girl?” your mother asks, her voice asking irritatedly. you look at hanni before wrapping your arm around her torso, getting a look of doubt from your mother but mostly directed to hanni, who gulps a lump inside her throat. “hi — i’m y/n’s —”

“she's my girlfriend, mom.” you grin at your mother, hanni and minji both looked shocked at the sudden revelation — you were confident, this time you’re sure and there's no way you’ll take it back again, not this time or never again. hanni looks at you and her eyes shake when it meets your mother's gaze.

“oh, what..?” minji mutters, feeling her head spinning, she blinks in confusion and looks at the three people all facing one another. hanni blushes, aggressively gripping the hem of your shirt, looking up at you as if you said something crazy which is indeed crazy, out of character even.

“oh, really?” your mom adds, her voice softens but her eyes remain the same.

hanni looks at your mom, nodding her head gently.

“yes, i’m your daughter’s girlfriend, ma'am. nice to meet you…” hanni smiles, still quite hesitant, like a curious cat dipping its paws in something it doesn't know — but in hanni’s case she has her hand sticking out for a handshake.

somehow, your mother's eyes softened or is hanni just deluding herself into believing so?

she hopes, your mom did — because she shouldn't be seeing things, she's still sane after all!

yes, your mother did soften her gaze.

hanni may not be that crazy after all.

just a little, just for you.

“yeah! you're okay with it, right mom? hanni’s a very nice girl and she lets me sleep at her place when i stay at school late and she cooks me breakfast and she helps me with my homeworks. she helps me clean my room, helps me with my laundry and —” even before you finish rambling about how hanni basically keeps your life stable your mom raises her index finger to your way to shush you down before she steps forward to take a closer look at hanni.

your mother looks at hanni’s hand and reaches for it before shaking it, feeling hanni’s sweating and trembling hand. “nice to meet you, is my daughter too much work? i know she's a little handful sometimes.” you slump your shoulders as you mother jokes, hanni laughs— you notice the change in her voice, feeling your girlfriend starting to relax herself. “she isn't, i’m happy to be helping her.” hanni answers, feeling her cheeks flush and her blood boiling on her face.

“that's good to know, she's very dependent.”

minji nods and huffs. “yes, she is!” you roll your eyes at her.

you mother lets go of hanni’s hand and turns away to walk inside the door, but before she enters she calls for minji. “help me arrange the table.” she says, to which minji followed almost immediately.

hanni feels like laughing, there's a certain type of warmth blooming inside of her when she realizes what just happened. she blinks only for a bit, trying to do something to make sure she isn't daydreaming or dreaming whilst asleep — and she had just confirmed that she is indeed awake, none of what happened was fake and the warmth of your arm proved it.

“hanni.” you call out to her. hanni puts a hand on her mouth and looks up at you, starstrucked to actually see your mother up close.

“i’m your girlfriend?” she asks, to make sure you're not bluffing.

you smile and nod, giving her the type of gaze that means “i love you”.

“you are, you're my girlfriend.” you tell her.

hanni feels like crying this time, there's something about it that she can't explain — something about finally being able to hold onto something that isn't a thin thread of hope for something that will break apart in no time, without her knowing. something about finally being able to actually express her feelings without holding back sends waves of relief inside of hanni.

why has she not thought of this earlier? why didn't you tell her that earlier?

hanni embraces you in a tight hug, her face buried in your shoulder as she sobs. “oh my god…” you feel her speak. you laugh, petting her head. “hey now, i promise i’m not lying.”

hanni sniffs and looks up at you. “i love you.” she whispers, eyes covered with tears and cheeks are bright red, before breaking into a wide smile. “i love you too.” you tell her back before giving her a small kiss on her lips.

#female reader #kpop #kpop imagines #newjeans #newjeans imagines #girl group #hanni #girlgroup imagines #hanni pham #pham hanni #newjeans x reader #newjeans hanni

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baesol · 6 months

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hii! may i ask on how u get popular/known quickly?? im a new blog and im flopping so bad.. tysm <3

hi love! ofc but ok firstly, i didnt get known as quickly as people may think i was a small flopping blog for the longest time like a year ago 😭😭 i think it took me like 3 months to hit my first 1k followers, and afterwards i just got a steady intake of followers a day ~50 followers a day. so some tips i would suggest for you to grow your blog and these tips i definitely used when i started out as a new blog were:

experiment with different and unique moodboard styles and aesthetics, use different idols & nugu groups, and try to incorporate different but related colours in your moodboards without just focusing on one singular colour. for example, if your main icon (kpop idol) is orange, but her outfit or accessories are blue, try to make the moodboard both orange and blue instead of simply orange

mention bigger blogs in your moodboards. this is sort of like “dedicating” your moodboard to them, however don’t dedicate the moodboard to them just because you want them to reblog your moodboard and shoutout your acc! choose some of your favourite blogs to mention in your moodboards and definitely don’t do it too often because it could be annoying, so maybe like once every 3-5 moodboards you can mention a bigger blog to earn more recognition.

make mutuals & friends on k tumblr! this definitely helps with introducing you to k tumblr and you can build a lot of long lasting friendships! create group chats, ask to be moots with blogs that you want to, and this will definitely help you become more known!

when i started out i posted maybe 2-3 moodboards a day, and i think posting often as a small blog can definitely help you gain some more recognition. but the most important part of posting moodboards is TAGGING! Tag popular but RELATED tags to your moodboard, an example could be “kpop moodboard,” “alternative moodboard,” or “pastel moodboard.” just anything that is related to that moodboard, and if you don’t know what to tag also tag the colours of the moodboard like “orange moodboard,” as well as look at what other blogs are tagging in their posts!

have fun!!! don’t make tumblr like a chore that you have to do everyday that wastes your time! remember that every big blog on k tumblr has started out with a small following but worked their way up! definitely take as many breaks as you want on tumblr, it won’t affect your following at all and it is important to prioritize things in your daily life instead of something that’s online. just remember to be kind to everyone, i would love to be moots if you’d like to and if you need any more tips just reach out to me! <3 i think i wrote way too much but its okay hope it helps 😭😭💗

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writefinch · 1 year

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Communion

(cn: piss, foot stuff)

It clicked for me about a month ago, years after it had become apparent to the people who knew me, but I'm not short-sighted and self-pitying enough to think that meant I'd wasted time or could've made the leap sooner. If I was less kind to myself I'd say 'boy, I had the maps and I knew the landmarks so how'd I end up in the wilderness so long' but I was sailing through fog, and you know what? When I saw that landmass looming in the distance, I sailed towards it.

I didn't know totally what it meant, still don't in fact. Last year I joked about being a cis boy dyke, and since then I've struck the 'cis' and I'm shaky on the 'boy' and the part that was a joke was the truest thing of all. Am I a boy? Maybe. A woman? I don't think so. A man? I truly fucking hope not. A good girl? Put a collar on me and we'll see.

The thing about fog is that you can't just step back and get a big picture view of everything. My instincts tell me that if I want to figure things out I should look at them at a remove, see where it fits into everything around it, map things out and move forward cautiously. That's what I want to do, it's what I've always done, but fog makes it impossible. You have to get in close if you want to see things, you can't keep it at a distance.

I couldn't move ahead and start hormones right away, not for a few months, for reasons I won't get into here. Delays don't sit well with me brain because I know my brain and I don't trust it, I don't trust it not to treat this like some other big rewarding involving project like learning Polish or playing Go, decide we're too busy and it's too scary and shove the whole thing into a mental oubliette to never see the light of day again. Sure, my friends call me Charlotte now and I've got she/her next to my Discord username, but I wanted something stronger, I wanted something that would cut into me.

I can't remember the name of the first trans woman I knew as a person, rather than as a punchline to a cruel joke. It was on Tumblr and it must have been after 2015 because I remember she had an Undyne avatar, but maybe not, because surely Violet, the "boy" I'd been practically engaged to, had come out as trans at that point? Surely I knew Skeeter, that poor, vicious mess of a girl well enough by then? It must have been earlier than that, the ponies had turned me queer by 2013 at the latest.

No, no, the Undyne-avatar lady was the first time I saw someone I knew be openly *Marxist-Leninist*, she was just also trans.

Anyway I don't know what it was, but even though I was rock-solid confident in being cis and a guy (a guy or a dude, it never bought me any joy to think of myself as a 'man'), something about trans women just really stuck with me. I found their stories compelling, I found their experiences interesting and oddly relatable, though I didn't suffer dysphoria as I thought they described it. I made friends with some trans girls, some of my friends became trans girls, and suddenly most of my friends were trans girls. I burned at injustices done to them, I bought hormones for friends, donated to trans street medic projects, helped newly-cracked eggs get in touch with DIY medding sources, y'know, normal cis ally stuff.

Recently, I realized that I loved trans women. I fucking love them so much. I fucking love all of the varied and fractious transfemme communities that have allowed me to be a part of them, as nothing more than a cis guy who draws a lot of porn. I'm not going to say anything about Blahaj and Bridget and pink coding socks because I know the girl who fucking hates that silly terminally-online stereotype and I know the girl who *is* that silly terminally online stereotype and I love them both and love so many trans girls in all their aspects between and beyond those boundaries. I have never found myself so close to any group of people, so filled with admiration and wonder and love and lust for them, so overjoyed by their trust and friendship and confidence in me, so blessed to call myself a friend and contemporary, as I have of the trans women in my life.

I had accepted some time ago, with no pain and more than a little pride, that I would admire them but be apart from them, that my place would be as a welcome guest, that I would be among them but not one of them, and--

A crack has opened within me to let the light seep in.

I'm one of them. I really am one of them, they're mine and I am theirs and I never want to let this go, this revelation is a gift that I'm barely beginning to comprehend and I can't bear the thought that I might let it pass me by and slouch back into darkness.

So, I would bring a change upon myself, in a way that was small but could not be un-changed, a vow that could not be forgotten, only consciously recanted.

I cut out a lot of the idea before I brought it up, mostly out of time and expedience. I thought of a prayer to Inanna, but that felt like a clumsy thing to rush, and I decided I'd make a shrine to her only once I had the wisdom to pay Her proper respects. I liked the idea of getting caned or whipped in a purifying way first, but that felt too much like regular kink, just inspiration for another drawing. The idea of doing the ritual under psychedelics intrigued me but, well, I've never done anything but amphetamines and poppers before, and I didn't want to dull the experience of either the ritual or the drugs by combining the two under my own inexperience - though, I did include poppers.

Alice, Emily and Lily - not their real names but you get the picture - were very good about it. They told me it was a cute idea, and we met up at Emily's ground-floor studio flat on Sunday night. We'd have been playing board games anyway, and they even seemed a little excited by the idea, even if they weren't buzzing from anticipation like me.

I'd only worn the clothes once since I'd bought them - black tights, a knee-length straight skirt, a black blouse - but my heart didn't pound like that the first time I put them on. I shaved my face upwards and against the grain, my skin still annoyingly stubble-grey, but that would show much less in the candlelight.

When I stepped out of Emily's bathroom the girls had already set things up, candles and all. They were sitting on chairs in a semi-circle, backlit by flickering orange candlelight. As I approached they got stage giggles; I did too, it felt infectious.

Once the giggles had cleared, Alice, in the middle, asked me to state my name and purpose.

'My name is Sophie, and I am here to recieve communion.'

'Very well,' said Alice, and pointed to a spot between their chairs marked in white tape. I knelt there, a bowl of water to one side and a small bag at the other.

I turned to Lily, bowed my head, and asked her if I could wash her feet. She nodded, and I took the bowl and wash cloth and gently cleaned her feet with warm water. Once they were clean and free of sweat and sock lint, I bent down to dry them with my hair. She nodded her approval, and I asked Emily if I could do the same for her. Likewise I cleaned her feet and likewise dried them with my hair. Alice did not get her feet out, for me nor anyone, and instead allowed me to lick her shiny black boots, which only had the faintest hint of grit to them.

Once I had performed the ablutions, the girls daubed me. Alice held my jaw firm in one hand as she applied mascara to each of my lashes with the other, Emily let me rest my chin on her fingertip as she painted my lips a vibrant red, and Lily stroked my hair as she marked my cheeks with blush. They cooed and called me pretty, and Lily's blush felt superfluous.

I presented each of them with a gift: An Adventure Time tarot deck for Lily, a sharpening stone for Emily, a guide to mushrooms for Alice. They accepted the gifts, and gave me gifts in return: a simple black choker from Lily, a bottle of amyl nitrite from Emily, a stack of trans zines from Alice. My voice cracked a little as I thanked them, and cracked a little more after they watched me take a few long, heady hits from the poppers bottle.

Alice asked me if I was ready to recieve communion; I begged her, please, yes.

She took a blister pack of 2mg estradiol and popped out a single blue pill. I knelt and looked up at her, eyes open, heart thumping, mouth wide.

She placed the tiny pill on my tongue and said, 'Sophie, this bread is your flesh, which is given to you.'

Then, she stood up, unzipped her jeans, pulled her limp cock out of her underwear and pushed it between my lips, which I wrapped tight around it.

'Sophie, this wine is your blood, drink this in rememberance of yourself.'

It took her a moment to start pissing, and her urine immediately washed the pill down my throat. It tasted fucking disgusting, almost as salty as seawater with that weird, almost chemical aftertaste. It turned my stomach, and I felt euphoric as I sucked it down.

After that they praised me and called me a girl and a faggot and a whore, and I kept sucking Alice's cock until Emily wanted a blowjob too, and from there it turned into regular lesbian sex, Lily's chastity cage clinking fruitlessly against mine as Emily went around biting us both and Alice had me lick her armpit clean of sweat, fingering and kissing and pinching until we all got tired enough to start watching movies in Emily's bed.

I got up and fetched drinks and sandwiches for everyone and something happened between aftercare, the aftermath of a religious service, and an after-action report. They all kept calling me a pretty girl, which I *really* liked, and Alice asked me how the whole thing had turned out, if I felt anything had changed, and I had to eat two salami and cucumber sandwiches before I could figure out my answer.

Something had changed, but the change had happened months ago, and it had taken communion for me to see it. It didn't clear up my questions or reveal hidden knowledge, I don't know if I'm a she/her boy or a he/him girl, I don't know if I'm actually a woman or just not at all a man, I don't know if this is a thing I've become or if I've been this all along and it's taken this long to discover it. I don't even know if I've really settled on Sophie.

All I got from communion, from this sacred connection of love and knowledge from other trans girls to me, was surety in the things I already kinda knew:

I'm transgender as fuck and I'm a big fucking dyke.

#stories

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aperiodtm · 6 months

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Familiar | Sim Jake

PAIRING: (ex)online bestfriend!Jake x (ex)online bestfriend!fem!reader

SUMMARY: Jake was just walking around during a live, through a village, talking to engenes when he sees someone..

GENRE: mostly angst and sad

WC: 720

A/N: took me long..backstory (of jake and y/n being friends) is based on real experience! made it up bc i was sad ab my own online bestfriend leaving me :') i am coping

also jake looks so fine- >>>

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It had been a few days, Jake decided to go Lebanon to spend some time there for fun. and hopefully find you

He couldn't stop thinking about it as he walked through a quiet village, talking to engenes on his live about you "You know, my online bestfriend was originally from a village, and it looked so beautiful, she'd send me pictures of her place time to time" he'd cheerfully talk about you to his fans, although the bittersweet memories played in his head.

over and over again.

[you know, you're always making everyone smile. please remember that everyone also means you]

those were the best words you ever said to Jake. you always encouraged him. you both would talk for hours, no problem. he got so used to you, so attached to you, even if you were a person he'd text after school, while eating, watching something, everything.

Jake saw you as his bestfriend. and soon, more than that.

but he never told you.

[i swear, you have to visit around here! id take you around the whole country, just come for a day]

it's what you talked about half the time. Jake even promised you that one day, he would. and so he worked for it. for his bestfriend.

but just two years of friendship, and you had suddenly disappeared. you stopped talking, till one day Jake realized you blocked him. why? he didn't know, and he tried approaching you on the other socials you two followed each each other on. he found one you used once a week, so he tried.

[hey, are you okay?]

[sorry, but don't talk to me please.]

that was the last message he got from you before..

{you cannot message this account as this user has blocked you}

blocked. his last means of talking to you. gone. he couldn't believe it. did you hate him? did you get caught talking to him? he knew your family was strict, considering your religious background.. but why only him?

he checked your followers, following and all. there was only a difference of one account in every one. him. you had only blocked him. you only cut ties with him. no-one else. no other online friend. only him. but why?

Jake spent days overthinking about it, what if this was a prank? what if she's hiding something? will she be back?

it had been 5 years, till today, but no. you were gone. out of his life. and that broke him. completely. he didn't let it change who he was, but the small dwelling of you in his heart stung him time to time.

and today he walking along the very path, in the very country, the very place he promised you about, years ago..

but he looked up, and smiled, to stay happy. for his fans, for you.

as he continued his little walk, he saw..a person?a girl?.. strange. Jake walked through this path a few time to make sure nobody (or a crazy fan) would interrupt his live. what's this girl doing here?

that's when he panicked. the girl was walking towards him. shit, he thought. what if it was some crazy ass?

but he was met with surprise, as she got closer, those hazel eyes..the long, straight hair..could it be?....could it really be..her?

he was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard her speak "oh my god, Jake? from Enhypen? i love your music so much!"

"haha thank you, what's your favourite song and album?" he was glad she wasn't an obsessed fan.

"definitely shout out. you did great work on that!.. well, i need to go, have a great day!" and she walked off. quite respectful of her to know the boundaries. Jake could see the comments flood with how pretty you are, but he had one thing in mind. something he wouldn't want to let engenes know yet because he wasn't sure, but,

even your voice..it was..familiar??

he looked back, and you were walking. he was torn between ending his live and talking to you to figure if it was really you, or walking ahead, knowing that maybe the universe had decided that not even both your friendship was meant to be.

but what if, just what if, for once, he broke the rules of fate, of destiny? just what if....

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END!

well, i am an asshole. but im quite proud of this one! should i continue for a part 2? in a dilemma rn to make it angsty or fluff (or maybe 2 separate endings?)

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bil-daddy · 4 months

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hi mr bildad um im just gonna dump this here since i have no one else to talk to

as someone who has always praised in their ability to be friends with anyone (i also need human interaction to survive btw) ive been feeling very lonely, especially since now are the school holidays.

my best friend (who is one year older than me) is barely online and doesn't take me seriously enough. and when i ask my friend group (with 2 other people my age) if they want to go out nothing happens. ive asked so many times but it's like they just don't want to hang out. and i keep seeing them post everywhere of them having fun with their OTHER friends (i don't know them bc they're from their primary schools; we are in secondary school now). and the obvious solution is to hang out with my primary school friends, right? well awesome news I DONT HAVE ANY.

and like ive just been feeling really really lonely especially today. i don't even text anyone except for my best friend, and even then she doesnt really respond properly because its like i dump a lot of messages and 4 hours later she skims through them, rinse and repeat.

(also side note i used to have another best friend but he ended up having a crush on me and didn't give me space so i kinda ended the friendship bc i wasn't comfortable with it)

during my entire TWO MONTH school holiday i haven't gone out with friends. not even once. while i see everyone else my age having so much fun and enjoying life while i just rot at home scrolling through tumblr.

so yeah im not really having a great time. hopefully when i get back to school in january things will be better

sorry for the long rant

Hey, kid (human). No need to apologize for the long rant. Actually, I've got a lot to say about this topic, too, so take a toilet break, grab a beverage and a snack, then sit down with your deal old Bildaddy (platonic, metaphorical) for a chat.

First off, sorry you're going through this. It hurts a lot when friends start fading away, and you realize they no longer consider you as close and you consider them. Feeling left out and like you don't have any real friends seriously sucks.

But it's actually something every single person goes through at some time or another--though most of us aren't brave enough to admit it like you have, because it feels embarrassing and shameful. Like there's something wrong with you.

There isn't.

There is nothing wrong with you.

Friends come and go, and 99% of the time it has nothing to do with you, or anything you've said or done. It isn't your fault. That doesn't mean it hurts any less, but it isn't your fault.

But that being said, I promise you, for every person you see pictures of having so much fun and enjoying life, there are twenty--probably even more--at home like you, scrolling tumblr, or tiktok, or reddit, or whatever the kids are scrolling these days.

And even those people you see posting pictures, that isn't their everyday life. They post pics of the good times, not the bad ones (well not usually) or the boring ones. Especially not the boring ones. I bet they do more sitting at home and scrolling than you think. They're just not advertising that for all their followers to see.

But that's not the point. The point is (dolphins! goats!) your current friends aren't fulfilling your need for socialization. And that means you need to find some new friends, anon.

You can still stay friends with your best friend and that old friend group. As in, don't send them a message officially ending the friendship, and don't delete and/or block them everywhere. You can still talk to them in school when you see them.

(Do unfollow them on social media if seeing them hang without you is upsetting--or better yet, pause on using social media entirely--except for tumblr, of course--until you're in a better place, mentally and emotionally. Bildaddy deleted instagram five years ago and never went back.)

But starting today, back off on asking these friends to hang out, and sending long text messages to your best friend that she only skims through. They're not matching your energy, so you need to start matching theirs. Either they'll notice the difference and start making more of an effort (no, not that kind), or they won't and they won't. But either way, you'll stop wasting your time.

Next, you take all the energy you were spending on your old friend group and start looking for new friends.

While you're still on winter break, there might not be as many opportunities, but there are some possibilities. Do you have any cousins around your age who might wanna hang out? Or maybe there are local events aimed at teenagers you can attend? Check libraries and community centers. Or on New Year's Eve, there might be some sort of Parents Night Out event you can volunteer for and help babysit a group of little kids, along with other teenagers that you could befriend?

Then, when winter break ends, look around your school for other students who might be in your same situation--and trust me there are others in your same situation. Is there someone who always sits alone at lunch? Or what about that kid in class who's too shy to speak up? Is there someone getting bullied or ostracized? Someone new to the school who hasn't made any friends yet? Look for the ones who might need a friend as much--or even more--than you do and try to befriend them.

It won't always work, no, cause nothing always works. But it will work sometimes. And you only need it to work enough times to make a couple friends. And if you make the right friend, they might have a friend group that you can join.

I know it's really scary to put yourself out there and make the first move. But you'd be surprised how receptive people are, especially the shy ones who are too scared to say 'hi' first, and rely on the braver ones, like you, for the human connection they need. Because we all need it. (Even me. Because I'm totally 100% human.)

Other ways to make friends are clubs, in school and out of school, which is probably what adults will suggest if you ask them, so I'm not going to spend much time on this. But they're right. If you're not already in clubs--academic, sports, art, books, music, anime, whatever your interest(s) is--join some! If there's nothing of interesting at your schools, churches and other local organizations might also have youth clubs and activities, too.

Shared interests in a sure way to make friends. I see it happening all the time on Tumblr. Those mutuals you wish didn't live so far away? Well, you can find mutuals just like them IRL! (Especially if you start or join a book club that reads Good Omens, or a tv show club that watches Good Omens)

Another option is getting a part-time job at a place other teenagers work. If this is something you can do without disrupting your schoolwork, try it. Fast food restaurants, cinemas, places like that.

You say you're someone who has the ability to be friends with anyone? Well, prove it! This isn't a threat, by the way. This is encouragement. I'm encouraging you.

Now go out there and make some friends, kid! I know you can do it! I believe in you, and everybody here is rooting for you.

And, as always, have an ox rib (platonic)

#bildaddy answers #life advice from bildaddy (results may vary)#have an ox rib (platonic)#bildaddy #bildad brainrot #bildad nation #bildad the shuhite army #oh bildad we're really in it now #oh bildad the shuhite we're really in it now #bildad my beloved #shutanic temple #bildad the shuite #bildad #bildad the shuhite #bilday #obstetrician thursday

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clever-and-unique-name · 7 months

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Oh. Something in me is snarling and snapping. Okay.

Sorry, most of you aren't going to have a lot of context for this because it would take far too long to explain and these feelings are melting my brain. The short story is I made a discord server 4 years ago for friends with OSDDID and just left it yesterday.

I still have a couple friends there still. So I've been kept abreast of the conversations that happened in the wake of me leaving. Because nothing can ever be discussed openly, to the face of who it's about, right? That's a big part of why I left in the first place.

So, some things, to recap, mostly for my sanity. Sorry, this is going to get extremely long, because I want to say all I need to say.

Initially, I made the server to foster a small, intimate community of people with OSDDID. One of those people is someone who groomed me as a teenager.

Over time, some of the people there helped me realize I was in a toxic relationship with that person. When things finally came to a head and that person left the server (2? years ago?), I was...very not okay. But I had people there supporting me through it, and we got closer through the fallout. I am genuinely thankful for their support through it. It would have been exponentially more rough without them.

Time passed. I went from being unemployed to working full time. I had less time to spend socializing online, partially due to the strict divide between our work-parts and home-parts. I began to neglect my friendships, and though we tried--god, we really did try--we just couldn't figure out how to talk more than maybe once a week, when the right alignment of parts were out to be Home and Social in the way we felt we needed to be. And it just dwindled from there.

At some point around there, I started talking to B. We bonded over our shared love of art and character creation. She was welcoming to all of my parts, insisted on talking to anyone who was present. A novelty for me, to be individually recognized and not have to hide anyone. She got me on my stressful days and rough nights--vulnerable times I didn't feel I could share with people previously. We have talked every day for two years.

Resentment began to grow from the people I'd previously been close to. Obviously...it hurts to be told that someone doesn't have space for you like they used to, while they're clearly engaging in a close and intimate friendship with another person. I tried to reassure that I still cared about people, and tried to reach out when I could, but it kept cropping up with different people in the server: you don't care about me anymore, we're clearly not friends anymore, well you can make room for her so why not me. It was almost like clockwork for a bit, once a month someone new would step forward and I would try to put out the fire again.

(The thing is, every single one of these people expressed that they completely understood and sympathized/empathized with my limited social ability. They insisted that our level of contact was fine, until it apparently wasn't and they confronted me about it. So as I was having a conversation with one person with them saying "No it's totally okay that we don't talk much, I still love and care about you sooo much!", I was fielding a convo from a different person who had said the same thing to me weeks/months ago, talking about how I had actually been horribly neglecting them and that we weren't friends anymore.)

Then around a year ago, that person I mentioned, the one I knew as a teenager, created a new account to bypass my blocks, and reached out to me again. Trying to "apologize" for something, the subject of which had me questioning if someone I knew was tipping them off to things I was processing semi-privately. Right at the crescendo of all the other social issues.

Lit match. Powder keg. Boom.

I withdrew hard. From absolutely everyone but B. I didn't know who to trust with their reassurances of "we're totally okay, love and care about you!" I didn't know who harbored resentments. I knew, from past experiences, that there were people in the server prone to gossiping with each other, and I had stepped on their toes by pulling away from them. I mean. That's how we had bonded in the first place--by us privately talking about the person I knew, among others. You know what they say about bad karma.

I all but disappeared from the server, owner in name only. I fought the urge to delete it, and instead promoted others to mods so I could further remove myself. Every time I attempted to talk there, I was overwhelmed with anxiety to the point of physical illness. I tried to convince myself that it was all in my head, that I was just having attachment trauma, that I could sit with my discomfort and everything would be fine. More and more, it felt like the only person I could truly trust to be emotionally attached to was B. Out of 20-odd people, 6 had heel-turned and told me I hurt them with my distance. I was just waiting on the rest to do the same. And waiting. And waiting.

And suddenly, a couple days ago, another server "friend" (I hesitate to call anyone that because it was impressed upon me, multiple times, that I was not being a friend to people) blocked me. I found out when I went to send them a meme and discovered I couldn't. I thought I was used to it, I thought I couldn't be blindsided anymore. But it had been a while since it had happened; I thought everyone who had a limit with me had reached it.

I checked our convo history. Yet again: us talking about how much we understood each other, how we're both prone to isolation, how we still cared about each other.

Upset, I told B, who was also friends with them. Who immediately found out she was blocked too.

So we both decided to leave the server. We announced it yesterday afternoon, and hung around to talk a bit, wanting to leave as little confusion as possible without outright calling anyone out. We knew there were people there who didn't know about any of this going on (I'm so sorry for all the drama that's been dumped on your feet, guys.) We also knew there were people there who had been talking about all this behind our backs--we just didn't know how many. Again, the suspicion and speculation and "when will it happen again" was really what was eating us alive.

We left amicably. And then as soon as the doors were closed, of course people stepped forward to talk about how I had just stopped caring about them to focus on B instead. As if it was that simple. As if they had stopped at any point to talk to me about it (and the ones who did vehemently denied that it was an issue of comparing our friendship to mine with B.)

Caring was never the issue. I cared about people until they blocked me, or outright told me I wasn't a friend to them anymore. I kept caring about people, against my fears that it would end like that again, because it's just my nature to care. But caring in silence doesn't feel like much of anything, does it? I know that. I'm sorry for the way I've made people feel from that. But connection is a two-way street--where the hell were you? B has talked to me every day for two years. When someone talks, I respond. If you wanted me there, where the hell were you?

#I'm probably dropping this and dipping for a bit #I need to be Less Online here for at least a while #you can still reach me on discord or on my alt account #I'm just. Man I need to touch grass. In a non-deprecating way.

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aroaceconfessions · 9 months

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It's been well over a year since I started questioning what my feelings are towards a friend of mine.

We met two years ago and I had a feeling we'd be fast friends with how many interests we have, on top of being queer. It's like we were just meant to cross paths with each other. Last winter, we got closer as we were both going through a lot and it was almost rare for us to not be seen interacting with each other. We started giving each other platonic terms of endearment and everything - something which we still call each other today and I blush anytime she calls me by one of them. She even popped a question about whose last name we would take unless we'd do a hybrid, and proceeded to spend part of a call throwing ideas around.

I think about all of it and how important she is to me and I don't know what I'm completely feeling anymore. I don't know if my feelings are just very, very deeply platonic and it's not romantic at all or I crossed that line a long time ago and I might have fallen head over feet for her.

Even if I don't entirely know where my head is, what I do is that she brings out the best in me and I don't feel nearly as afraid to be vulnerable around her.

Whenever she tells me she's free and up to hang out, I drop everything and trip over myself to get set up because I don't want to waste a moment with how hectic her schedule can be. She could talk to me about paint swatches she got that day and I'd be just as delighted and engaged like it were any other day. She could sing and play music, and it would melt all my troubles away. Nothing she could talk about or show me wouldn't interest me. When I'm around her I feel safe beyond words and even if I'm going through it, her presence, even online, is so healing. We tell each other how much we love and appreciate one another, and are there to uplift the other and make them feel noticed and special. If she ever lost her health insurance, I'd marry her in an instant so she doesn't have to go without - no strings attached.

And it's not romantic at all... right? I.. I don't know.

I want to hold her hand. I want to rest my head on her shoulder. I want to fall asleep next to her on her couch after a long movie night marathon. I want to take her stargazing. I want to go on adventures with her. I want to make her feel like she's the most important and radiant person in the world, like the only one I can see or focus on is her. I want to make her feel safe the same way I feel undeniably safe with her. I want to feel this way all the time if I can. But I don't want really anything sexual out of it. I don't see or think about her like that and I'm not sure how I'd feel if she ever said something like that about me.

I feel like a part of me is missing when she's not around and it simultaneously makes me overly emotional thinking about it and also shit your pants scared that I'm one awkward conversation away from making her question if our friendship was ever real and not a front for me to come onto her if I try to have a heart to heart conversation about how much she truly means to me. We've always had deep, meaningful, heart to hear conversations before... but this one could break me. She's been one of the few good things to come into my life and losing that... I don't think my heart could handle it.

... but it's not romantic at all... right?

Submitted June 29, 2023

#aromantic #asexual #aroace #aspec #aro #ace #arospec #acespec #arose #qpp #qpr #queer platonic relationship #queer platonic partner #friends #friendship #questioning #dating #relationships #marriage

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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would i be the asshole for contacting my ex to ask them if they could stop talking about me online to a community that knows who i am? (🥐)

tw: kinda emotionally abusive relationship

bg info

me (24f) and my ex (28) were in a three month relationship three years ago following a whole year of friendship. they were my first partner and i came out as a lesbian to everyone during our relationship. when we were together, they were 24 and i was 20. i was very emotionally dependent on them when i was 20 due to mental health issues and so were they which is probably one of the reasons why our relationship was as explosive as it was. i looked up to them, my whole emotional world revolved around them, and our friendship/relationship was the only thing i had in my life at the time. they constantly asked me "hey is it even ethical that im dating you, im 4 years older, you tell me please, oh i feel like such a bad person", yet, they still continued dating me every time they would ask.

our fights were horrible and truly explosive as they broke their stuff in front of me out of anger, threw things at me and insulted me as stupid, amongst many other things. our fights usually ensued because i would ask them for reassurance and they would start panicking and screaming at me to shut up. to be fair, i would cry every time i was asking for reassurance which probably made them feel scared about losing me, so i consider myself 50% at fault for everything that happened in our relationship, i shouldve been able to talk to them in a secure manner that wouldnt trigger their abandonment issues. our fights were quite jarring and made me walk out on them several times out of fear. yet i always came back and apologized and took the whole accountability, even though i dont consider myself the only one at fault. walking out several times during fights was probably one of the worst things i could have done but at the same time i was simply scared. even when i walked out after our last fight, they begged me to come back, which i did, i apologized under tears, and yet, told them that i cant promise them to stay no matter what.. and left.

we met through tumblr and were in a medium distance relationship. after our relationship, i went to a clinic and had to learn a lot about myself, what i experienced and what i want from life. im in a very happy and healthy place now and since the end of 2021 im with my current partner whom i want to be the love of my life and whom ive started to build a life with.

context

i have my ex blocked on all social media because they used to do hour long deep dives into my blog, even as of recently (i have statcounter installed for my safety bc im paranoid about them sending me anonymous asks). at first i also used to visit their blog after our break up but stopped doing so after moving on with my life. one year after breaking up i temporarily unblocked them and explicitly asked them not to look at my social media (or at least to do it in a way in which i dont notice aka asked them not to watch my instagram stories).

while i dont visit their blog/social media because i dont want to know whats going on in their life, tumblr mutuals frequently dm me stuff like "hey i think you should know that your ex posted about you/shit talks about something that you posted". i havent asked my mutuals to tell me whenever this happens but i imagine they do so because within the tumblr space we exist, everyone kind of knows everyone (so my ex doesnt have to mention my name for people to know who theyre talking about). sometimes mutuals send screenshots of the posts so that i dont have to visit my ex's blog. last ive heard my ex joked about throwing jewelry at me and posted extensively about a tattoo that i got. my ex's behavior makes me uncomfortable and feel just as helpless as i did back then.

why i might be the asshole

im scared that they might be venting because i was more at fault in the relationship than them and that i am unconsciously deflecting. however, i talked about every detail of the relationship and this fear extensively with my therapist, friends, and partner who are of the opinion that i was young, scared, and intertwined in a relationship that was incredibly toxic. im still unsure though because my emotions frequently triggered theirs.

why they might be the asshole

i asked them once to stop visiting my social media and i feel like venting about our relationship that broke off 3 years ago to a tumblr community of friends and acquaintances is kind of unfair. however, i might be the asshole and they might just need the space for venting. i could just ignore the vents and let them heal in their own way from what ensued.

WIBTA if i confronted them again and told them that i want them to stop talking about me online? or would i be a party pooper because every person needs a space for venting?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 11 months

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[CN] Victor’s R&S: Between Silence (Eng Translation)

“Every choice he makes inevitably leads to the right path.”

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a R&S, 无声之间, that is yet to be released on the global server. ⌚

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This R&S accompanies Victor’s S2 CH 41-44 karma.

Victor’s dialogue’s will be in bold and italics, and the others’ dialogues will be only in bold.

【Chapter 1】

The events of the first three chapters took place when Victor was around 22-23 years old. They elaborate on the beginning of Victor and Ronan’s friendship.

A small recap for those unaware: Ronan is one of Victor’s closest friends. He was a young director looking for opportunities to start his career, and young Victor was just building up LFG back then. After proper evaluation, Victor invested in Ronan’s project. Ronan’s project later won several international awards, and with that, the still learning to walk LFG also got its first base for spreading its wings. Ronan later became a world-renowned director (the CANNES winner apparently), LFG became “LFG,” and Victor became “Victor.”

Ronan appeared in Victor’s Taste of Life MQ, Garden Date, and 5th Birthday Story, and was mentioned by Victor in the R&S Finally, We Meet Again. Victor and MC also discuss “Ronan x Victor” friendship in the S2 CH 41-44 call~

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Victor’s gaze was indifferently fixed on the only source of light in the dimly lit study room–– the movie playing on the computer screen. His face was partly illuminated by the flickering light, and he seemed a little lost in thoughts.

A few days ago, when Victor returned from a business trip to a neighboring city, he was stopped by a young man as soon as he stepped out of the taxi. He enthusiastically helped Victor retrieve his luggage from the trunk and immediately began “confronting” him in a familiar manner as if they had already known each other for a long time.

“CEO Victor, your company is not that large. Why do you still use an appointment system? It seems frivolous.”

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Victor bowed slightly and took the suitcase back into his hands, not intending to pay much attention to the stranger’s rudeness. Although it hadn’t yet been three years since LFG was founded, it had already gained a reputation for its sharp and cutting-edge investment strategy. This visitor was not the first young person to show up uninvited.

“Moreover, I couldn’t find any way to book an appointment online. So I had no other option but to wait here patiently. It’s been five days already, but luckily, I finally managed to secure an appointment.”

Victor’s gaze toward him was crystal clear, indicating, “Let’s talk business.” But the young man seemed to be oblivious to the implied meaning.

“Ah… I understand. There must always be sales promoters swarming at your door, and that’s why you guys have this regulation, right?”

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The space between Victor’s eyebrows knitted into a frown,

“Your behavior has served as a good example of the necessity of this regulation.”

Seeing that Victor was about to leave, the young man blocked his path with a grin on his face,

“Sorry about that. I tend to think in a scattered manner. Please don’t take offense, CEO Victor.”

Following this, he extended his hand toward Victor,

“Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Ronan, and I’m a film director. I have a feature-length movie script that I’ve been polishing for a long time, and I hope that LFG can invest in producing the film.”

Victor didn’t lift his gaze and simply dropped one word in a concise manner,

“Reason.”

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“Although I don’t understand business, LFG is different from other companies. They have already shown their ambition to venture into other industries even in their early stages, which aligns with my aspirations.”

Victor detected a hint of arrogance in Ronan’s words that seemed to come from nowhere, and his brows furrowed slightly,

“What I’m asking is, why should LFG invest?”

Seeing the youth frozen in place, Victor walked around him and continued on toward the company. However, he had only taken a few steps when he suddenly heard a voice calling out to him from behind, “Wait a minute!” The young man ran up to him again, rummaged through his belongings, and finally handed a hard disk to Victor,

“My answer is in there.”

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The hard disk contained nearly 20 short film works that Ronan had shot previously as practice pieces.

As the end credits of the last short film were displayed on the screen, a flicker of keen interest emerged on Victor’s previously impassive face. The short films, though, had some roughness and immaturity, but they couldn’t overshadow the unique talent of the creator. He got up and walked to the window, pulling open the heavy curtains. The gentle morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains and poured into the study. It turned out that without even realizing it, he had actually stayed up all night watching those clips.

Victor took out his phone and dialed a number,

“Prepare a report on the development of the film industry in the past five years.”

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In the afternoon of that day, an investment decision meeting was held in the conference room of LFG.

“Although there haven’t been any mistakes in CEO Victor’s decisions so far, the profits of the high-speed railway industry have only just begun to show. Given LFG’s current circumstances, it won’t be appropriate to hastily jump into a new industry.”

“A film production cycle is time-consuming, and even aside from the question of whether or not the investment will be profitable, it will take a long time for the money to flow back in. With LFG’s current financial situation, we likely won’t be able to afford this gamble.”

“While the policies may have become more favorable recently, it would still be unwise to stake our all in the investment of a single movie.”

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This investment decision was seeing the most unified opposition since LFG was founded. However, everything that was happening now was well within Victor’s expectations. After listening to all the opposing views, he responded to everyone’s concerns with perfect composure.

“Currently, there is indeed not sufficient data to support this investment decision. The sole convincing factor is that every investment decision made by LFG in the past has yielded good returns. And I believe that this time will be no exception, although the process may be relatively long.”

“Aside from the budget sheet displayed on the big screen, I’ve already asked Goldman to send the script of this project and the director’s past works to everyone’s email. Perhaps the works will be more persuasive than my empty talk.”

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“Rather than whether or not this movie will bring financial gains to LFG, I’d rather see LFG seize the right opportunity to set foot in the film industry. The film industry will soon enter a period of rapid development, and by grasping the current opportunity, LFG can establish a mutually beneficial relationship with the entire industry.”

Victor’s tone was unhurried and measured. But as it fell into the ears of the investors, it was akin to an indisputable judgment.

A few days later, the investment resolution for Ronan’s film project was approved by LFG.

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【Chapter 2】

Ronan’s first movie stirred a small sensation after its release, and after gaining recognition from many industry veterans, he grew rapidly at a breakneck pace. With the constant flow of inspiration, he created two more films in quick succession, while LFG continued to firmly occupy the top spot as the producer of his films since the beginning. When he was almost wrapping up the shooting for his third film, Victor received multiple invitations from Ronan to visit the set under the guise of “guiding the work.”

A faint sense of misgiving arose in Victor’s heart. Although Ronan had an unconventional personal style, as a director, he had always maintained enough professionalism and aesthetic sense and would not be swayed by the opinions of the investors. At that time, he happened to be on a business trip near the filming location and drove to the set on the outskirts of the city.

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However, he wasn’t expecting to be greeted with the sight of Ronan exploding on the props team as soon as he stepped onto the set.

“The precondition of all you guys’ work here is to respect the film! Respect the audience! Your small mistake has directly caused five scenes to be re-shot, not to mention going over budget. Now the entire crew is spending extra time and effort to mend your error!”

Signs of anger loomed on Ronan’s face as if he was trying his best to restrain himself from smashing the script in his hand onto the other person’s head.

The Ronan in front of him was a far cry from the unconventional and unruly image he had in his memory, causing Victor to inevitably be a little flabbergasted. He stood there waiting on the side for quite a while until Ronan came rushing over.

“Ahh... sorry for making you wait! Would you like to have something to drink?”

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“Water.”

Ronan wiped off his sweat and took Victor to the RV, where the director’s crew took a break. However, upon opening the freezer cabinet, nothing else was inside except cans of beer packed to the brim.

“Will this do?”

“...I drove here.”

As if oblivious to Victor’s speechless expression, Ronan put the beer back into the freezer and sat down opposite him in a carefree manner, gesturing animatedly with his hands.

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“I had originally calculated the exact time and wanted you to witness the grand finale. But you also saw the situation just now. Things don’t always go according to the plans.”

“How do you plan to handle this situation?”

“We have no choice but to reshoot. But don’t worry, I’ll ensure we do it in the most cost-effective method possible. Rest assured, it won’t go over budget.”

Ronan shrugged his shoulders in feigned nonchalance, but Victor’s keen perception picked up on the subtle traces of putting on an act in his tone.

“If the method you’re talking about is to film it all in one take using a long shot, then I suggest you ask for a budget increase from me.”

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Hearing Victor’s words, Ronan was a bit taken aback and stared with widened eyes,

“Have you been taking film courses? How do you even know about cost-effective filming methods?”

“How much budget do you need for the reshoot?”

Seeing Victor’s serious expression, Ronan cupped his fist in the other hand, an expression of gratitude written across his whole face,

“About 3 million yuan. Thank you so much in advance, CEO Victor. You are the godparent of this film! I’ll definitely put your name at the top of the director’s acknowledgments!”

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Victor remained stone-faced in the face of his teasing:

“No need. You may have misunderstood. For me, achieving the expected goal takes precedence over everything. Economizing the cost is only a small number, but compromising the quality of the film would affect the expected return on investment.”

Probably aiming to appease Victor’s concerns, Ronan gave him his sincere assurance,

“Don‘t worry. I won’t be careless with any of the shots.”

Not receiving a response from Victor, he took a brief pause and jokingly said,

“Hehe, do I need to win a major international award for you to have faith in me?”

Victor didn’t continue that conversation and left with the parting remark, “Make sure to not just talk the talk. Let me see your capability with the finished project.” But Ronan knew that Victor had faith in him.

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Victor was just about to start the car when he heard a knock on the car’s right window. He turned to the source of the sound and saw Ronan outside the car, panting heavily, holding a bottle of water as if he had just run a great distance to reach him.

“Thanks.”

Victor took the water after opening the window,

“By the way, your acting skills are really poor. It’s best if you just stick to being a director.”

Despite being called out, Ronan remained unperturbed and smiled instead, resting his hand on the window frame,

“I’ve been dedicated to being a director all along. Earlier, when I mentioned winning an award, I was dead serious. So if that day ever comes, how about treating me to a drink at a bar, CEO Victor?”

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【Chapter 3】

The film that Ronan had placed great expectations upon encountered a strong setback in the local theaters even before receiving the results of its entry into the international film festival. Due to the mismanagement in scheduling by the theaters, the film was forced to release earlier than planned. The marketing and promotion team was caught off guard, having no time to prepare, and many people were unaware that it had already been released. As a result, the film suffered from poor box office performance and received a lackluster public reception, which was not surprising considering the circumstances.

The following day, Victor was reviewing the box office prediction trend chart as he prepared in advance for LFG’s next weekly investment meeting. After the weekend drew its curtain, the film’s already disappointing performance experienced a sudden and drastic decline, reminiscent of a fall from the cliff. It seemed that the film’s box office failure had become inevitable. Recalling Ronan’s spirited demeanor when talking about his aspiration for the film winning awards, Victor decided to go and watch the movie to experience it firsthand.

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Due to a scarce number of screenings, Victor could only manage to buy a ticket for a late-night show. By the time he walked out of the theater, it was already dawn, and he found himself to be the sole audience member in the entire screening in the empty cinema hall without the sight of any other viewers. Coincidentally, as Victor entered the elevator, the projectionist in charge of the screening happened to be getting off work and shared the elevator with him.

“Ah, the movie has a high level of artistic quality. It’s the best one he has directed yet. It’s a pity that it’s not commercial enough to make money.”

In response to the projectionist’s remark, Victor nodded politely and replied:

“Mm, it’s indeed remarkable. As for whether it’s a pity or not, each film has its track suitable for only itself.”

With a “ding” sound, the brief conversation came to an end as the elevator doors opened.

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Just as he stepped out of the elevator, Victor’s phone in his pocket vibrated. He received an MMS from Ronan, containing a screenshot of an email confirming his film’s selection for the CANNES Film Festival. The message was accompanied by a grinning face emoji.

Just as Victor’s “congratulations” message was successfully sent, Ronan couldn’t contain his excitement and immediately called him,

“Reporters are all waiting in line to interview me. But I wanted to call you first. Isn’t that very thoughtful of me?”

Without waiting for Victor to respond, Ronan carried on excitedly,

“I’m actually booking my plane ticket right now. After the film festival wraps up, it’d be the perfect opportunity to reward myself with a long vacation! I’m planning to visit Île Saint-Honorat near Cannes. Ahh, the sunshine! The beach! The sea! I already can’t wait to melt away in the Mediterranean sea breeze!”

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His irrepressible excitement flowed from the rising inflection of his voice.

“If I remember correctly, that e-mail was just to notify you that you’ve been nominated.”

“Being nominated is the first step to actually winning the award. When I get back, you better be ready to take out for a drink. I’m gonna need at least a whole case of beer.”

Ronan continued in a dissatisfied tone before Victor could respond,

“Come on? You’ve invested millions in me, yet it’s so difficult for you to treat me to a simple drink? Forget it, I’ll just…”

“Sure, we can have a drink. But since I’m the one treating, I’ll choose where we go.”

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After hanging up the phone, Victor found several new emails expressing their interest in collaboration in his inbox, all from astute film and TV companies.

“It seems that tomorrow’s investment meeting will go smoothly,”-- Victor thought to himself. Although he didn’t hesitate when making the decision initially, he could not help but feel a sense of joy as the dust settled and everything fell in the right direction in the end.

As these thoughts circled his mind, Victor walked towards the vending machine outside the movie theater. He inserted a few coins, and moments later, a chilled can of beer dropped from the dispensing slot.

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【Chapter 4】

Chapters 4 & 5 of the R&S cover the events between S2 CH 38-39. It begins with the scene after he had replaced the twelve main gods of BS, and the ending scene of the R&S, yes, is the “Stop time for me, Victor” scene of S2 CH 39 after clearing all split routes; the most crucial junction~

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The waning moon sinks into the dense clouds, and the night sky is bathed in a blurred, pale luminescence.

The comet remains suspended midair, framing the entire Loveland City in a treacherous and enchanting ambiance. The city has lapsed into a state of deathly stillness.

In the depths of the BS Hall, the cascading dark red curtains appear eerie and terrifying under the reflection of the thick, dark night. The central seat in the hall remains unoccupied. Numerous figures stand scattered throughout the hall, engaged in discussions. The sound of conversation fills the air, giving the impression that the main gods seem to be working intensely. Despite so, there’s an underlying current of restlessness and turmoil in the air.

As Victor descends the stairs, his composed footsteps draw the attention of the crowd, causing their gazes to converge on him in unison.

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Victor walks towards Poseidon and asks,

“How is the progress?”

“We haven’t been able to reach Helios yet.”

Victor’s gaze sweeps across the faint golden arc of light beneath the hall’s dome. A thin layer of frost seems to settle on his face as he says,

“I hope I don’t have to emphasize once again how tight the time is.”

Poseidon nods and exits the hall. Another tall, short-haired youth swiftly walks up to Victor and says,

“BOSS, multiple calculations have consistently proven that our estimated countdown time is indeed relatively accurate, with an error margin that can be kept within 2 minutes.”

“It’s not enough. It needs to be precise down to the second.”

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“Understood.”

The young man nimbly turns around and returns to the side of the woman wearing glasses. In front of them, a massive depiction of the development history of civilizations on Earth is displayed. Each key milestone of the birth and extinction of civilizations is illuminated, shining brightly. The two people close their eyes, and countless lines weave through the points of light. They interconnect in an orderly and systematic pattern, and gradually, numerical values representing units of time emerge on the line segments.

As the main gods return to their tasks, everything appears to be the same as it was earlier. However, with Victor’s presence, the restlessness that was lingering in the air before has unknowingly melted away, vanishing into thin air.

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The mechanical sound of a violin suddenly resounds, piercingly echoing throughout the hall. Standing by the door is an unexpected guest. Victor looks up and, upon recognizing the visitor’s face, dismisses the twelve main gods, leaving only the two of them in the spacious hall.

“Zero, I believe we’ve made our point very clear already.”

The other party seems oblivious to the implied urgency in the words and remains unperturbed as he says,

“We have observed new omens appearing along the world-lines.”

Victor raises his eyebrows, indicating for him to go on.

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

“There might be different potential futures for this world. It remains uncertain which path the new future will follow, and perhaps it could be even worse than the current situation.”

Victor’s eyes are filled with indifference as he responds,

“Time is precious. You can just state your purpose in coming directly.”

Zero pauses and looks straight into Victor’s eyes, speaking slowly,

“The SpaceTime Bureau welcomes powers formidable enough to confront and observe the unknown. Therefore, my invitation to you still stands. You and I both know that venturing into the unknown is not the optimal option.”

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“Whether an option is the best has never been the basis for my decision-making. For me, the one and only valid prerequisite is whether or not I desire to make that choice.”

Victor speaks in an indifferent tone, yet every word carries the confidence of having victory within his grasp,

“And once I make a choice, I will ensure it becomes the most correct one.”

Zero chooses not to persuade any further, and as he departs, the gates of BS close behind him. Even though Victor has never had any regrets about his decisions, he cannot, however, escape the realization that even the right choice sometimes comes with an unbearable price. For instance, there is one such image that remains etched into his memory and which he still refuses to recall to this very day––

The utility room of the cruise ship. The bewilderment and perplexity in her gaze as she looked at him.

[Tidbits]: Reference to [S2 CH 31]

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Even if her forgetting him had lasted for only a brief moment, the shock it brought to Victor’s heart might outlast even the longevity of his own life.

The sound of bells chiming outside the building reaches Victor’s ears and brings him back to reality, jolting him out of his tangled thoughts. He walks towards the window and pushes open the heavy panes, allowing the chilly wind to fill his nostrils. Gradually, he regains his composure.

He takes a deep breath and directs his gaze toward the bell tower of the church. The hoarse tolling of the bells startles a flock of crows into sudden flight. They circle above the church for a while, adding another layer of desolation to this already lifeless city. The church spire blends into the profound darkness of the night. The entire city seems to be silently awaiting the arrival of doomsday.

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

But in the next second, from a distance, Victor spots a familiar figure breaking through the night, running towards his location vigorously.

The darkness of the night intensifies, and a cluster of blazing flames has already flared into existence in the silent void.

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【Chapter 5】

Victor is not surprised by the scene unfolding before him, and a small smile forms at the corner of his lips.

The church bells continue reverberating, but by the time the sound travels to Victor’s ears, it carries a much brisker tone.

Unbeknownst to him, a gauzy layer of starlight has cascaded upon the church’s stained glass windows at some point. The soft halo of pale light gently dances, casting swirling and elusive shadows that can be seen even with eyes closed.

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The running girl closes the distance more and more, with her long hair casually flowing down in loose waves, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. Despite there still being a considerable distance between them, Victor feels as though he can see the girl’s face clearly. He is certain that her eyes now are sparkling with a resolute glimmer, powerful enough to pierce through the darkness of the night. With this thought, a wave of fervent sensation surges up from deep within his heart.

Suddenly, Victor feels as if he has been blessed.

It’s not about whether every decision he makes ultimately leads to the perfect outcome, but rather the fact that he has always been granted the opportunity to make choices.

It’s as if, at this moment, he can cast aside all social roles and simply be “Victor,” allowing himself to be there for the girl wherever she needed him and creating a space where she could find him at any time.

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

The feeling of being needed by her, of being able to help her–– these aspects bring Victor a profound sense of happiness. It seems that this happiness is enough to make the long days ahead, in which he may be forgotten by her, a little less painful to endure.

Victor nods slightly in the direction of the church, solemnly expressing his gratitude for this blessing within his heart.

Victor turns around and ascends the steps, summoning all the main gods to take their positions,

“Suspend all matters at hand.”

A murmuring commotion rises among the main gods, as they are puzzled about why BOSS has chosen to halt their activities during such a crucial moment when the end of the night is just about to descend.

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Before those impatient inquiries can escape their lips, though, Victor’s cold and commanding demeanor instantly silences them.

His gaze sweeps over the crowd, ensuring that every main god is present, before finally settling on the entrance not far away. The main gods, following his line of sight, turn their heads toward the entrance as well.

A few seconds later, the BS door is pushed open with a resounding sound.

The girl appears at the far end of Victor’s unwavering gaze, gasping for breath. He, with a stern and proud expression, leads the main gods toward her until she can see him. It’s only when the girl has a clear view of him does Victor halt his steps.

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

As those bright, sparkling eyes gaze at him from afar, and their eyes interlock, Victor’s heart is flooded with a myriad of complex and indescribable emotions. There is a sense of relief that the situation has unfolded according to his expectation, a deep sense of gratitude that she is standing before him at this moment, and a profound pride for her that emanates from the depths of his being… just as these emotions are about to pour out of his heart sincerely, he casts his gaze downward. He leads the main gods to step aside in the shadows, creating the path for the girl to ascend the platform.

As he watches her walk step by step toward the long-unoccupied seat, Victor knows that regardless of what she might ask for, he has already prepared himself to do all that he can and give his everything for her.

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#??? he was actually tearing up when she was walking up to him!!! was saying last night too - that scene still sends shivers down my spine.#i honestly can’t recall for the life of me?? how can a person who is willingly on the brink of sacrificing himself for millonth time—#HAVE SUCH GRATITUDE in his heart!!! like honey no. yes if it were a normal situation i’d consider that a blessing too. but being burdened—#with the responsibilities you never asked for and having a sword hanging up your head and asking you to choose – IS NOT A BLESSING #cause you’re gonna be killed either way!!! BAOBEI COULD YOU FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE BE NOT SO GOOD? SO SELFLESS??#i have so much to say and there’s so much to unpack!!! gonna keep it for after being done with exams LOL #also!! RONAN!! OMG HE IS PRACTICALLY MC HAHAHA. i absolutely love that we got to know more about him and such precious friendship 🥺❤️#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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Drunk fuck with Bakugo ( 18+ )

☆ PRO!HERO TOP!BAKUGO X GN/MALE!READER (fem ver here) ☆

☆ !! WARNINGS ; !!

ー Mentions of alcohol, male genitals, they/them pronouns, drunk sex, lots of degration, aggressive sex, anal, overstimulation, some dirty talk, edging, bottom & top receiving, half clothed sex, etc.

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Getting back home from your hero work you stripped off your costume exhaustedly, flopping down on your sofa to check your phone. You we're surprised to see so many notificationsーbut when you checked them you nearly jumped out of your skin. The party...is today?! You thought to yourself. Mina had messaged you nearly a thousand times reminding you about it. Quickly you bolted off the couch and into your washroom. You had to shower, get ready, and leave as quick as you could. You barely had any time even now since your hero work takes up a big chunk of your day. After hoping out of the shower and drying your hair you had to pick an appropriate outfit. You didn't want to wear anything too formal but at the same time you didn't want anything too lazy...Who the fuck cares. Grabbing the most decent clothes you could find, you rushed out the door letting Mina know you we're on your way. Checking the time you let out a sigh of relief. You had just enough time to drive over.

"Ohーthere they are! Hey!" Mina called, waving to you as you walked over to the bar counter.

"What took you so long?!" Denki asked over the blaring music. You weren't surprised he was willing to come.

"No big deal! Bakugo hasn't even gotten here yet," Kirishima says. It had been a while since you'd seen him with his hair down.

"Really? That's a shocker..."

"Yeahーit is! Where is that blonde jerk?!" Mina shouts, scrolling through her phone franticly. You weren't the only one being spam called I guess. But just as Mina said thatーa voice called angrily from behind you.

"What'd you call me, bug eyes?!" Katsuki shouted. You and the rest of your friends jerked around at the sound of his voice, faces lighting up with excitement.

"Huh?"

"Surprise!!! Are you surprised?!" Mina shouted excitedly leaning over the table. "We decided it would be fun to celebrate your birthday with a few drinks! What'dya think?!"

"Ugh...why do you have to be so not stupid?!" Denki whined, flopping his arms over the table with a sigh.

"SHUT UP MORON!"

"Wellーat least you showed up!" Kirishima added positively. At this point you we're just waiting for someone to order the drinks.

"Is someone gonna order the drinks or what..." you huffed.

"IS THAT THE ONLY REASON YOU CAME?!" Mina yelled in shock.

"Of course not!" You bit back.

"What're you lookin' at," he spatーtrying to ignore his flushed face.

"Says you." As you and Katsuki also began to leave, that's when you finally made a move. As you watched him turn around the corner to check something your heart began to race as you reached out for him. Maybe it was because you we're drunkーbut the heat deep in your body was killing you. Quickly you pulled Katsuki's shirt making his face fall to your level, as you linked your lips with his. He was shocked at first, hesitating as you held him there but quicklyーhe melted into your kiss. The cold air of the night blew through you both making the moment that much more pleasurable...yet the hot feeling in your stomach never went away. The small yet sensual kiss you left on his lips soon turned into a heated make-out as the Blondie took control. He grabbed your jaw lifting your head as he pushed you against the concrete exterior of the club. Small uncontrolable grunts and breaths left your mouth as the two of you made out, vibrating down his throat. His hands slowly made their way to your waist and under your shirt as his leg shifted perfectly in between your legs. Your body flinched with suprise as a wave of pleasure spread throughout youーmaking your face turn a deep pink shade. That's when you realized the bulge in your pants rubbing on his thigh, but you weren't the only one. Katsuki's tight pants made his boner impossible to miss. Suddenly a warm sensation made it's way to your chest snapping you out of your drunken state. His hands caressed your nipplesーpinching and pulling as he kissed and bit your neck. You moaned and groaned in response to the mixed sensations, making the bulge in your pants twitch. This was very unlike him.

Once you both arrived he practically dragged you inside. Katsuki had always been richーbut him being one of the top ten pro hero'sーmade him even richer. He practically owned a literal mansion. When you entered the sound of jackets hitting the ground radiated throughout his home mixed with hitched breathing. As he pinned you againt the door kissing and biting at your soft skin, you slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt. Before long he had you hanging onto his shoulder as he lead you to his bedroom. Everything was pristine and clean, the sheets of his bed feeling like pure silk as he threw you down. Ripping off your pants and your boxers he lifted your legs placing them on his shoulders as he salivated your hole. Your legs shook and trembled under his tongue wanting to escape although the world spun around you as you laid arching your back from the pleasure.

"NghーKatsukiー!" You moaned, covering your flushed face with your shirt. Out of nowhere you felt two fingers enter you, causing you to gasp and flinch.

"Relax, slut. You got yourself into this mess," he spat. His words just turned you on that much more, your cock aching with need. You just wanted him inside of you.

"Just...put it in..." you replied, voice trembling out of embarrassment. You spread your legs for him still covering your face shyly shocking him. You we're so needy yet so hesitant.

"Impatient are we? Just makes me wanna tease you more, fuckin' whore," he chuckled. He threw his undone dress shirt to the floor as he unzipped his pants, rubbing his dick along your leaking hole. "What's the magic word, huh?" Licking your thigh, he makes direct eye contact with you startling you with a small bite. Your body shivered as you watched him tease youーhesitating and stuttering on your words.

"Pleーplease...?"

"Good slut," he bit, smirking cunningly. Finally he lined himself up and shoved his cock all the way inside of youーalmost immediately hitting all of your good spots. You cried out with pleasure as he began to thrust into you, pulling one of your legs above his head as the other laid on the bed. With each thrust you felt your ears ring...your climax already approaching. You couldn't even believe this was happeningーyou were fucking your best friend. He quickly sped up after realizing how your insides pulsed and twitched for him. Then, you moaned and gasped for air as you came all over your stomach. Noticing you finished already, he let out a small snicker throwing you over onto your stomach grabbing and spreading your ass.

"Wait I just finishedー!" You cried as he put himself back inside of you. Before you could finish, you practically melted on his cockーeyes shooting back into your head.

"We ain't fuckin' done here. You want me to stop then start beggin'." Every time you though he couldn't go faster, he did. His thrusts were hard, completely raddling your brain as he grabbed your wrists holding them behind your back. "Ass up," he ordered. You could barely hear him over your moans and gasps yet you still did what you were told.

"Nghー! StopーI'm gunnー!" Suddenly, you felt Katsuki put his thumb over your tip stopping you from your climax.

"What, y'like it that much that you cum twice in a row? I don't fuckin' think so," Katsuki snickers, edging you painfully.

"Noーmmphh! Please!" As you begged and begged him to let go, his thrusts slowed, releasing his hot seed deep inside of you as you came onto the sheets. Not wanting to stop, he kept thrusting making your legs tremble and collapse below you as you dick twitched from the overstimulation. When he was finally finishedーhe pulled your body up twisting and pulling your pebbled nipples as he bit down into the crevice of your neck. You winced in pain and pleasure as he threw you down onto your back kissing your chest moving further and further down. Once he reached your still twitching dick, he licked and sucked until you were screaming for him. "Katsuki!ーngh...please...I can'tー!" But it just turned him on more. As you gripped and tugged his hair you came down his throat the both of you making eye contact. He smirked, purposely swallowing every last drop as your face burned a dark pink. Before you could respond he shifted to the end of the bed spreading his legs.

"Your turn~," he teased, snapping and pointing at his boner. You blushed just at the thought of you giving him headーbut it was fair...Holding your shirt tightly you crawled over to him and off the bed crouching down onto your knees. Holding your mouth open, he explored the inside with his thumb before leading your lips to his pink tipーthe precum leaking onto your mouth. You held the base nervously but instead of being gentle he grabbed at your hair forcing your head down, gagging you. As you choked and drooled he thrusted his dick up and down your throat, breathing hitching. "Fuck..." The sound of him moaning quietly, grunting under his breath as he thrusted into your mouth turned you on to the point it was unbearable. You quietly jerked off as you sucked him messily, swirling your tounge around his tip as pleasurably as possible. Small moans escaped you as you stroked yourselfーcausing his dick to somehow expand inside your mouth. The vibrations made his climax come that much faster as he finally released into your mouth. You coughed and choked as you swallowed it down, it practically dripping from your mouth. What a pretty sight it was for Katsuki as he lifted you onto his lap, helping you finish yourself off.

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!! All characters are over 18 !!

ty 4 reading ♡ reblogs n' stuff are appreciated

ー miles/smiles

ー the fucking weekend >>>>

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