#just say you hate your male artists and fucking go

[phoenixkaptain]

I love Stardew Valley and I love the community and I love how we all bond over pixelated chickens like we’re seventy-year-old women bonding over grandchildren- - -

But I get so annoyed with the character hate, like!!! All the characters are great!! All the romance-able characters are great!! I keep getting recommended videos about the bad parts of characters and I just want to scream!!

Penny: lovely. Charming. Kids are a big part of dating her because she teaches kids, of course she’s going to react a bit badly if you hate children. She is trying to teach kids so that they don’t have to have the same life she and her mother do, why do you hate this woman who is just anxious?

Shane: lovely. Charming. Perfect. “He still drinks after we get married, which ruins the whole story” NO. No. Shane is an alcoholic, and a severe one. If he quit cold-turkey, he would fucking die. “Harvey pumped his stomach” HE WOULD DIE. And I don’t care that my husband is messy, he has his own room and I don’t have to go over there!!

Maru: lovely. Charming. She hates working. She loves working on machines. She thinks about machines to build for you to make life easier. She’s adorable. She has a complicated relationship with her brother and I want to help them fix it goddangit because I love fictional siblings.

Elliott: lovely. Charming. An artist. He only leaves his home for like four hours a day. I can really relate to the desire to shave off all of one’s own hair. I feel that in my bones. Also, is friends with Willy and I fucking love Willy so A++

Leah: “she’s a lesbian” She’s fucking bi stop erasing bi rep in Bi Rep the Video Game

Sam: he’s a musician and a skater. This is what the perfect man looks like.

Emily: just the most charming. She has a complicated relationship with her sister because she takes care of her. She works at a saloon, how can someone not love a literal saloon worker? She’s crazy, she’s wild, she’s a flower child, I’m in love with her

Harvey: glasses. Doctor man. Occasionally puts on headphones to not so subtly hint that he doesn’t want to talk to you. This is what the perfect man looks lik-

Abigail: I don’t see a lot of people complain about Abigal, but I’ve seen a few and it just feels like- you guys love Sebastian so much but don’t like Abigail? What type of double standard is this?

Alex: everyone always says not to date him if your playing a female farmer, but honestly, his dialogue only cuts out parts if you play male. Like, he still says he felt different about you from day one even if you’re playing as a girl. The character affected the most by your gender choice in regards to dating Alex is George, and if you’ve already befriended George, he’ll apologize for being mean about your sexuality when he never even said anything mean about your sexuality, which is kind of funny

I never see people complain about Haley or Sebastian, which is fair, because Haley has a cute character arc and Sebastian loves frogs (this is what the perfect man lo-) My only problem is that people praise these two but rag on everyone else when I feel like all the characters are balanced pretty evenly in terms of good-bad traits.

Which trait is which is dependent on the person playing the game anyway, so when someone like me plays, I can’t help but find the characters perfect because I’m very forgiving when it comes to fictional characters’ undesirable traits. I mean, my favourite trait of all is stupidity, pure and unbridled, I’m talking facepalm-inducing, groan-worthy, the type of character people complain about the most; the type of stupid that makes people stop enjoying things. How can I dislike these characters who are cute and a bit awkward and so ready to bed the first hot farmer they come across even when that farmer sifts through their trash and passes out three steps away from their own house and drinks mayonnaise and would eat hay given half the chance. Like come on. They’re all moron-sexual. I can relate to that.

In conclusion: your favourite bachelor and/or bachelorette is as wonderful as you think they are and screw the people who try to tell you otherwise. The characters are great because they appeal to different people. Enjoy the game and enjoy the dating and I swear to God if I see another person say that certain farm layouts are bad because they don’t make enough money- the game doesn’t have a time limit! You can make as much money as you want! You could sell one sap everyday and nothing else and you would still be able to make it to however much money you desire to have. There’s not really a fast way to make ten billion gold, that doesn’t mean that the farm layouts you don’t like are bad and yes I’m ranting just because I love the slopes of the mining farm its layout is chamrjng and picturesque and provides a unique challenge to decorating and placing buildings and it’s actually the BEST farm layout because I just decided so and-!

Stardew Valley is a great game, 10/10 would recommend, and the new update is already great because I found carrot seeds and I like carrots :)

#the inane ramblings of a madman #stardew valley #stardew valley bachelors #stardew valley bachelorettes #i can judge all the characters pretty equally #because my fave partner is krobus #i love my creechur #he gives me hugs!!! #he waddles around my house!!! #i love this guy i want to give him all the hugs in the world #no joke he moved in and i hugged him like twenty times just because i could #krobus for bestest guy in the game #i love shane and penny was my first wifey and sebastian puts frogs in my home #but krobus man #🤌🤌🤌 #long post #ignore me i’ve been seeing things with mine eyes and it doth cause me great bother

[rowretro]

꧁ＤＲＵＧＳ ＆ ＭＯＮＥＹ꧂

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, drugs, drug addict reader, abuse

♤synopsis: Nishimura Riki. One of the most well feared mafia sons, is filthy rich, He was never really interested in dating, hating the idea of putting all his trust, love, blood sweat and tears into one person. Then he laid his eyes on you, a broken, barely appreciated, drug addict. (Riki's "I love you 3000" cover was playing in my head non stop while writing this- I need him in my life frfr)

✧♤✧♤✧♤𝕯𝕽𝖀𝕲𝕾 & 𝕸𝕺𝕹𝕰𝖄♤✧♤✧♤✧

Get up, get ready, clean up, go to school, get high and arrive at her apartment late as fuck. That was Y/ns daily routine. She's high 90% of the time, filling the massive hole her parents stabbed in her heart, with weed, Whiskey and pills. She had nothing to lose. Her parents always hated her, the reason never clear. So she moved out at 16, and got her own small apartment, a very decent one. Now she's yet to turn 18 in a few weeks, yet she's making bad decisions back and forth

She had fallen in love many times, but she always ended up getting hurt, or being a burden. So she'd turn to her fellow, Jack Daniels and Marijuana for some company. No one ever visited her... so she was beyond surprised when she heard her doorbell ring. High out of her mind, she answered it, not thinking of the potential dangers that may be lurking behind the door.

"Fuck- you got a first aid kit?" He asked, shutting the door and barricading it. Y/n pouted as she started to think "Clearly you're high. I'll go find it myself." He said, as he walked through the clean, plain hallways. Of course he found a brand new, unused first aid kit, however, what he didn't find was any photos of your family or at least parents. No sign of a boyfriend, or anyone else who might live there.

The strong stench of Cannabis filling his nostrils as he groaned. The male treated his own wounds that were barely painful to him. He walked into the living room only to find the girl lying on the ground, high out of her mind. Y/n had fallen asleep on the cold, marble floor despite being so high and having a fever, but she was used to it and she was too lazy to move.

Riki however, found it cute. He found her cute. God she's too cute, so short, so clueless, and so stupid. He really wanted to know what you were like when you were sober, but when examining all the munchies you had randomly scattered in the kitchen, he realized that may be a challenge. So he decided to stay until you wake up.

Never would he have ever found himself cleaning up a girl's home, picking up a girl's underwear and putting it in the laundry basket, carrying a girl to her bed and tucking her in. But I'll tell you one thing. He fucking loved it. He loves taking care of this girl, he only just practically met her but... he really wants her. He's a mafia he can have whatever the fuck he wants.

That's how Y/n found herself in a massive, luxurious mansion. Guards here and there, all her artwork in a big room with all the art supplies an artist could dream for. A perfect yet psychotic man who seems to be on a murder rampage on the daily. It has been 1 month since the male kidnapped her saying that he's in love with her and will even marry her. However the place was missing something she lived her whole life on...

"I CAN'T FUCKING DO IT FUCK SAKE RIKI! GIVE ME MY WEED FOR FUCKSAKE!" She screamed, crying and kicking her bedsheets, yanking at her hair as she screamed. The male slapped her painfully hard, pulling her to himself "FUCKING PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER Y/N!" he yelled as the girl just cried in his embrace "Y-you don't understand ki... it's hard! it hurts, I need them I really do- I'm fucking weak I can't- sobriety is so fucking overrated! please- im begging you please!" She cried as the male just hugged her closely.

With drawl is extremely hard, and for a teenager to have to go through something like that, without her parents to support her is extremely hard. But someone really loves her, a man who'd kill for her and is even willing to die for her. So she will put through it. Fighting with every last bit of energy she has. Riki would keep an eye on her when she does have alcohol, making sure she stays within a limit. He let her buy a vape, just to help her lay off of the drugs.

He knew that all this was all worth it. because when the struggle is over, Y/n will realize that he truly loves her, and no matter what crazy shit he does, she will always run into his arms, and yearn for his touch. "I love you Ki... I'm glad you kidnapped me you know?... I've never been love like this before..." She admitted, her head pressed against his chest, as her body was shielded by his loving arms.

Y/n melted in his embrace, closing her eyes with a smile when she felt his perfect, plush lips on her forehead. Those lips, the only drug she's addicted to and will never let herself get over. "I love you too my darling..." he said with a smile, cradling her in his arms, his head rested against hers, theirs eyes closed as they sat before the fireplace, comforted by the relaxing sounds of their heartbeats.

✧♤✧♤✧♤𝕯𝕽𝖀𝕲𝕾 & 𝕸𝕺𝕹𝕰𝖄♤✧♤✧♤✧

#yandere #enhypen #enha #yandere enha #yandere enhypen #enhypen yandere #enha yandere #kpop #kpop enha #nishimura riki #niki nishimura #enhypen niki #enhypen nishimura riki #riki enhypen #niki enhypen #niki enha #kpop yandere #enhypen scenarios #enha imagines #enhypen imagines #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfic #ni ki #enhypen ff #engene #enhypen fluff #niki reaction #ni ki enhypen #enhypen niki ff

[grungeprincess2]

Kurt Cobain Quotes

1. I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.

2. Practice makes perfect, but nobody's perfect, so why practice?

3. Friends are nothing but a known enemy.

4. Wanting to be someone else is a waste of who you are.

5. If my eyes could show my soul, everyone would cry when they saw me smile.

6. I am definitely a feminist. I'm f--king disgusted by the way women are still treated. It's 1993 and some people still think we're in 1950s. We need to make more progress. There needs to be more female musicians, more female artists, more female writers. Everything is dominated by f--king males and I'm sick of it!

7. Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.

8. Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with with your self-esteem. They're no good at all.

9. We're so trendy we can't even escape ourselves.

10. I definitely feel closer to the feminine side of the human being than I do the male - or the American idea of what a male is supposed to be. Just watch a beer commercial and you'll see what I mean.

11. I mean, I’m definitely gay in spirit, and I probably could be bisexual. But I’m married, and I’m more attracted to Courtney [Love] than I ever have been toward a person, so there’s no point in trying to sow my oats at this point. [Laughs] If I wouldn't have found Courtney, I probably would have carried on with a bisexual lifestyle.

12. Ever since the beginning of rock and roll, there's been an Axl Rose. And it's just boring. It's totally boring to me.

13. I thought I would try to be gay for a while, but I'm just more sexually attracted to women. But I'm really glad that I found a few gay friends, because it totally saved me from becoming a monk or something.

14. If any of you, in any way, hate homosexuals, people of a different color or women, please do this one favor for us—leave us the fuck alone. Don’t come to our shows and don’t buy our records.

15. The problem with groups who deal with rape is that they try to educate women about how to defend themselves. What really needs to be done is teaching men not to rape. Go to the source and start there.

16. The duty of youth is to challenge corruption.

17. We’re not as popular as everyone thinks, and we’re not as rich as everyone thinks.

18. There are a lot of things I wish I would have done, instead of just sitting around and complaining about having a boring life.

19. Punk is musical freedom. It’s saying, doing, and playing what you want.

20. Words suck. I mean, everything has been said. Words aren’t as important as the energy derived from music, especially live.

21. I'm a spokesman for myself. It just so happens that there's a bunch of people that are concerned with what I have to say. I find that frightening at times because I'm just as confused as most people. I don't have the answers for anything.

22. Holding my baby is the best drug in the world.

23. No one is afraid of heights, they’re afraid of falling down. No one is afraid of saying I love you, they’re afraid of the answer.

24. I use bits and pieces of others’ personalities to form my own.

25. If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got.

26. I just can’t believe anyone would start a band just to make the scene and be cool and have chicks. I just can’t believe it.

27. To be positive at all times is to ignore all that is important, sacred and valuable. To be negative at all times is to be threatened by ridiculousness and instant discredibility.

28. You can’t buy happiness.

30. Nobody dies a virgin. Life f***s us all.

31. Music is energy. A mood, atmosphere. Feeling.

33. If you’re really a mean person you’re going to come back as a fly and eat poop.

34. There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too f****** sad.

35. I have to admit I’ve found myself doing the same things that a lot of other rock stars do or are forced to do. Which is not being able to respond to mail, not being able to keep up on current music, and I’m pretty much locked away a lot. The outside world is pretty foreign to me.

36. I really miss being able to blend in with people.

37. It’s better to burn out than fade away.

38. God is gay

#kurt donald cobain #kurt cobain #kurdt kobain #frances bean cobain #courtney love #grunge #life quote #beautiful quote #quotes #90s grunge #rock #grunge tumblr #feminism #feminist quotes #queer #punk music #god is gay #kurt #smells like nirvana #nirvana #punk community #holeband #bisexual #inspirational quotes #aberdeen #grunge music #riot grrrl #activism #anti homophobia #anti sexism

[itendtothinkalot]

stupid in love

Summary: why can the whole world see how in love you are with soobin but he can’t? 

Genre: Romance, angst, fluff, comedy, 

Characters: soobin x f!reader, friends!txt x reader, idol!reader, idol!txt

Words: 2,696

Completed (oneshot)

Note: i didnt proofread this 

You weren’t necessarily sure when your feelings for Soobin had been amplified but you knew it was just weeks after the two of you had met. You were the only female trainee in Big Hit at that point of time which made it difficult for you to find other female friends but you pulled through with the little you had.

You had debuted just a year before TXT did as a solo artist. You could say you did fairly well as an artist. Not to bust your own balls but your fanbase had been incredibly strong and supportive. You weren’t going to lie, you did have hopes to debut in a girl group, you were incredibly lonely at times but you did have the boys to lean on when you needed, afterall they were your friends in private and publicly. 

“I just ate! Thank you for asking!” You answered, as you scrolled through the copious amount of comments pouring in. 

Huening chuckled, “Wait! Did you see that comment?” 

You shook your head. Huening aggressively scrolled through the comments, finally landing on a comment that aggravated you.

‘When are you announcing your relationship with Soobin?’ You read in your head before shooting a glare at Kai, who knew of your one-sided crush.

The fans of TXT and yours had been fed with more than enough content from the both of you. Ever since you had announced your close friendship with TXT through multiple instagram stories, your friendship had blown up in several ways. From photoshoots to variety shows, the fans loved your friendship. You weren’t very surprised that there were pairings of you and the different members but you were extremely surprised to find out that Soobin and you weren’t the most popular pairing that people liked especially since fans had called you out for looking at Soobin with honey dripping from your eyes and well…they were right. 

“And the winner of today’s episode is the both of you!” The producer handed you and Soobin the prize.

You looked over to the taller male and grinned. He looked great that day. His dishevelled black hair, his collared blue shirt that you thought he looked great in, the tight jeans that accentuated his very rounded plum of an ass (not that you’d ever say that to him). You were completely aware that you WERE looking…no…staring at him with actual honey tears. Your eyes complete crescents as you stared at his lips, then to his nose then to his eyes in complete. utter. adoration.  

Oh fuck, you were still recording.

“AAAAAH!” Beomgyu screamed in agony, dragging you out from your train of thought. “THAT’S UNFAIR! FUCK!” He continued cursing. 

You made a mental note to check out the episode when it was posted. It was definitely getting censored. You continued laughing as you teased Beomgyu who had been working a little too hard to win the game the producers had prepared only to lose because you and Soobin had correctly guessed that he was the mafia. 

“Come on! You were so obvious!” You fought, taunting him further.

“OH REALLY? HOW?!” Beomgyu’s face reddened every minute he thought of how close he was to winning. His fists curled as he ran towards you – jokingly of course. The two of you had a love-hate relationship and the show thrived with the help of your relationship dynamics with Beomgyu. It was mainly the reason why you would’ve guessed there were many MANY many many edits of you and him on Tiktok. 

“I am literally disgusted.” You belched, as your eyes were glued onto the screen. A video of you and Beomgyu looking at each other while Chris Browns’ ‘Under the Influence’ played. “Why did you have to show me that?”

“I’m just saying…we would’ve made a good looking couple if it wasn’t for your ginormous crush on Soobin.” Beomgyu teased.

“Say it louder…I’m sure he didn’t hear you! I dare you, Choi Beomgyu.” Your hands rushed to cover his big fat mouth. 

“Relax, he’s still recording. You know it’s about time you told him you liked him. It’s been 4 years.” Beomgyu laughed.

As much as Beomgyu annoyed you, you knew he was right.

You were making coffee on the set of your variety show. You felt your eyes closing from the long hours of filming and definitely needed another cup of 3-in-1 coffee. It was 3am. You don’t think your assistant could find a 24/7 starbucks anywhere near the suburbs of Korea even if they tried. 

“Hey.” Soobin greeted, his hands fiddling with the lint in his pockets as he stood beside you, eyeing your every move. 

Using your teeth to open the packet of coffee, your eyes lazily looked up at him, giving him a slight nod before turning your head back to your styrofoam cup. 

“Someone’s sleepy.” He laughed. 

“Give me a break. I’ve been up since yesterday filming my album photoshoot and now I’m here playing the wildest version of duck duck goose with Beomgyu yelling every now and then. The only thing keeping me sane right now is that you’re here.” You blurted. 

“Well…that’s kind of why I’m talking to you.” Soobin reasoned.

“Huh?”

“You drink coffee to stay awake. I talk to you. You’re like my own shot of espresso.” 

As tired as you were, you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. You turned away, hoping he wouldn’t catch your tomato coloured cheeks. 

“You’re an idiot.” You mumbled through your teeth, biting your cheeks to hide your smile.

“Gyu was right.” 

“What? What did he say?” 

“You show affection through aggression. Maybe that’s why I kind of thought you liked him.” Soobin said, before finding his way back on set.

After that conversation with Soobin, you sort of strayed away from him. Did he know you like him? Why was he being incredibly strategic and quiet about it? You didn’t wanna find out. Not till you were forced to.

“And you’re watching Buzzfeed’s balance game!” The 6 of you shouted harmoniously.

Beomgyu rummaged through the tub of questions, using his grubby hands to pull out a question. 

“Would you rather be able to travel to the future or go back to the past?” 

The 6 of you thought long and hard for the question, bickering back and forth to what your answers were. 

“The next question!” Kai said as he pulled another question from the jar. 

“Would you rather confess to someone you like or be confessed to?” 

Beomgyu and Kai’s eyes landed on you almost immediately. You rolled your eyes and nudged the both of them, hoping that the producers at Buzzfeed would cut that specific part out.

“I think my best friend should answer this question.” Beomgyu giggled as he passed the floor to you.

“I…um… I think I’d rather be curious of the persons’ feelings towards me rather than be flat out rejected. I don’t think I could ever handle being rejected especially from someone I truly like.” 

“Why are you so sure the person you’d like would reject you?” Yeonjun butted in. 

“I’m just saying…! This is hypothetical!” 

“But you do know you’re really pretty and funny, right?” Kai spoke. 

“GUYS! THIS IS HYPOTHETICAL! DON’T MAKE THIS SAD AND INTO SOMETHING IT’S NOT!” 

“We’re just saying… we love you!  And if you do get rejected, there’s always Beomgyu!” Kai chuckled. 

“Don’t make me throw up.”

“Wait, wait, wait but like what if the person likes you back?” Taehyun joined. 

“Are we really prolonging this terrible conversation?”

“But Taehyun’s right! What if the person likes you? Would you confess then?” This time it was Soobin who spoke.

“I mean I wouldn’t know if he did like me or not! Besides, I’d only confess if I was really really reaaally sure.” 

“Then what about you?” Yeonjun looked over to Soobin.

“I’m the same. I’d have to be sure she felt the same way as me to confess.”

What was the point of that horrid game? Did Beomgyu and Kai team up with the producers and coerced you into this stupid interview? God, everyone’s gonna know you’re in love with Soobin and everyone’s gonna know you’re probably getting rejected.

You cringed as you scrolled past tiktok to see the amount of edits that had come out from that stupid Buzzfeed video. Everyone was editing your comment and adding emotional Billie Eillish songs to it and you felt your fingers curl from pure cringe and agony. You loved your fans but God, they were making you look like you had already been rejected by Soobin. 

The only relief you got from Tiktok was that all your fans were too busy laughing at you rejecting Beomgyu to realise you had been staring at Soobin the entire time you had discussed the question.

“I don’t know how people are still shipping you and I together. I thought I made it clear you were gross.” You cried to Beomgyu who was still giggling at the tiktok edits of the both of you. 

“Don’t blame them! Everyone loves a good enemies to lovers trope!” Beomgyu shoved another tiktok to your face. “You know…I’m really surprised no one caught you going gaga over Soobin. Maybe it’s because I’m friends with you, I can sense the look of absolute desperation and pining on your face. Which to be fair, is like your only look when you’re with Soobin.”

“Do you have anything else to say to me besides the usual you look desperate for Soobin?” 

“No. Not really.”

Turns out, people did end up noticing the look you gave Soobin. Beomgyu was right. Your crush on Soobin was spiralling. It was about time the netizens found out about your crush. You weren’t being careful. You weren’t being quiet about it either. Your face said it all. 

Going on the internet a day after wasn’t that great either. Here you were on the forums looking at your shared fandom clowning you. 

PRETTY SURE SHE LIKES SOOBIN 

Guys…was i the only one that noticed how she was looking at soobin? Do you think somethings going on? Hahaha to be honest i found it quite cute! I like her and Beomgyu together but i think i may abandon ship and jump aboard this ship instead!!!!

1. [+164, -14] Honey couple finally being recognised ㅋㅋㅋ 

2. [+133, -10] Noooo! I want the enemy couple to be together!

3. [+103, -5] Everyone’s talking about how she’s looking at Soobin but why is no one talking about how Soobin is looking at her in this video? ㅋㅋㅋ [link]

Now that caught your attention. Your fingers hurriedly pressed the link the fan had posted and it had brought you to an edited video of the recent episode of your shared show that had been aired.

It was right after the both of you had won the round. You had forgotten to watch the episode though you had promised yourself to watch it. You got busy with your schedule and barely had time for yourself.

As Beomgyu was screaming, the fan had cropped the part of the video of only you and Soobin. Straight after being snapped out of your train of thought, you had focused solely on Beomgyu who had continued his neverending cursing. Soobin was there, eyes glued onto you. His lips stretched from ear to ear every single time you laughed or smiled or showed any sort of reaction. You didn’t realise that his eyes were stuck on you. It hadn’t moved for a solid 3 minutes and 34 seconds. 

Holy fuck. Does Soobin like me back?

You felt your fingers working its way to text Beomgyu this video. 

‘GYU…Is this proof?!??!!??!?!’ You typed out and hit send.

Not realising that you had posted it on your…main. Instagram. Stories. 

Your eyes widened at your horrifying mistake. Only a second had passed and you were sure 100 people had already seen it. All of a sudden your brain didn’t work. Your hands didn’t move fast enough and soon it was a 1000. Finally, the video got deleted but…to no avail. Thousands of fans had the luck of screen recording the video that you had posted with your actual caption. You were dead.

The next thing you knew your phone was blowing up.

Hueninggie: NOONA…PLEASE…STEP AWAY FROM YOUR PHONE.

Gyu: when i told you to update me i didnt mean on ig stories…omg ure so dumb but thanks for the shoutout lol

Yeonjun: LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO

Taehyun: I literally thought you were smarter than all of us. I guess I’m the dumb one for believing that.

Soobin: ?

You shook your head. No…no…no…not Soobin. NOT SOOBIN. Anyone but him. 

“AHHH!” You squeaked, throwing your phone across the room. 

You had to film the new episode of your show in about an hour and here you were a coffee in one hand and your dignity falling out of your ass every second. You felt everyones’ eyes on you as you quietly made your way to the dressing room. 

“DON’T!” You yelled as you walked in and looked over to your stylists who had started giggling the moment you entered. “Please don’t…” 

After you were done with hair and make up, you had sent your stylists away to get you some coffee though you didn’t need any. You just needed time alone before the inevitability of your doom had begun (filming with the love of your life who doesn’t feel the same way and how the world knows you’re in love with him even though he’s not and your life is falling apart but ok whatever).

You had alerted the boys not to annoy you when you were in the dressing room. You did not want to see them or hear anything from them after the messages they had sent you but the knocks on your dressing room door was getting more infuriating. Stomping to the door, you opened it, scowling, “Gyu, I will castrate you like a cat if you don’t fuc- Soobin!” You panicked. Your eyes doubled in size as the last bit of your sanity left you.

“Hi.” The bags under his eyes were prominent. He still looked as handsome as ever but he did look incredibly lethargic. At that point, it had already been 3 days since you posted the instagram story and 2 days and 23 hours since you hadn’t replied to his punctuated message. “Did I do something wrong?” His voice breaking.

“What?” You immediately grabbed both his hands and pulled him to sit on the sofa. “What’s wrong?” Immediately, concern was the first thing that washed over you. Fuck how YOU were feeling over this, Soobin was way more important!

“I’ve been wracking my brain and I thought you liked me but you didn’t reply me or call me…is this a sick joke?”

“What?”

“When you posted that video I was sure you liked me. I got really excited about it and went to Gyu and he told me it was an accident and that I should really talk to you about it but I tried to and you ignored me for 3 days straight. Did I do something wrong?”

“Soo-”

“I was wrong in that interview. I was wrong when I said I agreed with you. I need to know. I need to know if you like me and I need you to reject me so I can move on.”

You could feel your soul levitating out of your body and looking back at you in the cheesiest way possible. Soobin liked you back? 

“I can’t reject you.” You drifted off.

“God…I know I said I like you but you can’t just be selfish and keep me fo-”

“Let me finish! I like you. I think I’ve liked you for about 4 years now.”

“Oh. That’s a really long time.” Soobin scratched the back of his head as he blinked his eyes. 

“Yeah, I’m basically a pro at one-sided crushes.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“I’m sorry.” Soobin reached out for your hands once more, resting his large palms above your hands, his fingers dangling out from the corners of your palms, his nails caressing your thighs. 

“For?” You chuckled, trying not to be hyper aware of his touch. 

“For taking so long to realise my feelings for you.”

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[imyourbratzdoll]

part 2 for Chrisxmakeup Artist Reader?

some toys? and maybe reader can meet the family and she falls inlove with dodger and chris just loves to cuddle with her and hates that reader has to do others make up. fluff with smut and jealous chris 😍

hello! I decided to give you guys a treat and write what seems to be my most liked fic, haha! thank you for helping me reach 700 followers! I love you all so much, this one may not be as good as the first, so I do apologise!

you can find part 1 here

summary - chris doesn't like when other males give his girl attention, so he takes his jealousy out on her.

warning - smut! slight angst, fluff, swearing, age gap and size difference, daddy kink and some aftercare.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine and the divider is by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

Chris is fuming, and he can feel his face heat up from his anger. As he sits in his chair and waits for his make-up to be done, especially by his baby, seeing as he won’t let anyone else touch his face, he has to watch one of his co-workers flirt with his girl as she does their make-up. Chris curls his fists as he watches the man place his hand against her arm, trying so desperately to make her laugh. Y/n, not knowing what was going on, cracks the tiniest smile.

Chris watches his co-star slip his girl a piece of paper as he leaves. Y/n skips over to where he sits, greeting him sweetly with kind words and a kiss on the cheek, but she feels her heart hurt when he turns and ignores her. Y/n tries to make small talk, sometimes struggling with reaching certain parts of his face and expecting him to help her by picking her up as it’s become a regular thing, but she receives nothing but the cold shoulder from him.

The day went by quite slowly. Y/n felt down as if she was going to cry at any second. Not knowing what she had done to have Chris ignore her, gradually stepping up the steps of their shared trailer. A squeak of surprise leaves her as she’s roughly pulled in, clothes torn from her body before she’s thrown onto the bed. Everything happens so fast that she doesn’t expect the sharp feeling of vibrations on her clit.

“Oh– oh fuck….” Chris looks up and glares, stopping what he was doing. 

“What did I say about swearing, baby girl?” He presses the vibrator harder into her clit, making rough circular movements. His piercing blue eyes stared at her.

“T–that only bad girls s–swear… I’m so s–sorry, daddy. W-won’t do again.” Y/n’s back arches, her climax quickly approaching. A smirk appears on Chris’s face. He looks down, watching her cute little pussy clench around nothing, her juices leaking out of her before he stops. “N–no, no, please… Why’d you stop, daddy?” A cry leaves Y/n’s lips, the climax now slowly disappearing.

“Cause only good girls get to cum, baby and have you been a good girl?” Y/n rapidly nods her head, and Chris tsks. “No, you haven’t, little baby. You’ve been a naughty girl. You’re mine remember?” Chris turns the vibrator on high, pressing it into your clit more. Squeals leave your lips, back arching as you try to grab onto something. The intense pleasure you feel is too much, your clit is overstimulated, and tears roll down your puffy cheeks.

“N–no, daddy, I’ve been good, been your good girl! I’m yours! Only yours! Please let me cum, please, daddy.” Y/n whines, her cunt soaking her core tightening. 

“No, baby. You’ve been bad and didn’t even notice my co-worker flirting with you. You just continued doing his make-up, not even caring how daddy would feel” Chris slips two fingers in, thrusting deep inside you. His fingers curl into your hidden spot, causing your walls to tighten around his fingers. Your core snaps as you squirt all over his hand and his bed. His cock strains against his pyjama pants, hardening more at the sight, and a wet patch forms.

Chris flips Y/n over onto her stomach, her bare ass facing him. He growls, striking his hand down onto her cheeks, and a yelp falls from Y/n’s lips. “Bad girl, bad fucking girl. You came without my fucking permission, and you’ll count and thank your daddy.” Chris strikes her ass harder, waiting for her to speak.

“T–two, t-thank you, daddy.” This continues for twenty more spanks until Y/n is a teary mess, her ass red. He lifts her hips, placing a pillow underneath before he leans back and takes his cock out. The thick cock, throbs from how hard he is, and his bulbous head leaks with pre-cum. Lining his cock up with her entrance, Chris rubs her hips before pushing in, groaning at the resistance. Her tightness squeezes his cock.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. This is all mine, you understand? No one gets to ever see or have you like this.” He thrusts hard into her tiny cunt. Chris leans over, resting his chest against her back as he pounds into Y/n’s cunt. He kisses along her spine, shoulders and neck, and her soft cries fill the room. Chris grabs the small toy, puts it against her clit and turns it on. Y/n’s back arches into his chest, and moans leave her with intense pleasure causing her to squeeze and milk his cock.

“D–daddy, please, daddy. I wanna cum. Please let me cum.” Y/n moans out. She pushes herself back into him, his cock moving deeper inside her. Chris wraps her hair around his fist, pulling her up against his chest, thrusting deeper and harder. Hitting all the sweet spots, he kisses and sucks hickeys onto her neck, marking her as his.

“Go ahead, little baby. Cum for daddy.” One particular hard thrust causes Y/n to spasm around Chris’s cock, her walls pulse around him as her back arches, and she squirts all over him again. His cock was soaked, thrusting a few more times before burying himself deep inside her cunt and cumming. “Such a good girl. You did so well, baby.” Chris rubs her body, slowly pulling out and scooping up the cum that leaks out of her used cunt before pushing it back inside. He gets up, walks to his bathroom and grabs a damp washcloth. He walks back into his bedroom and starts to clean up his girl.

Gently rubbing some cream on her cheeks and placing kisses up her spine, stroking her hair. “I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too, daddy.”

The couple sits in the car, hands interlocked as Chris drives, his thumb stroking over her fingers as Y/n bounces her knees nervously. “W–what if he doesn’t like me? What if–” A chuckle cuts her off, causing her head to snap over and her wide eyes to lock onto Chris’s form, confused as to why he’s laughing when she’s having a crisis.

“Baby girl, he’ll love you! I promise you that you have nothing to worry about.” Chris brings her hand to his mouth and places a loving kiss on the back of her hand, and a soft giggle leaves her lips whilst she stares at the man she wishes to marry one day. Chris pulls into his driveway, stopping the car and turning it off before he gets out and quickly rushes to his girl’s side and opens the door.

Helping Y/n out of the car, he smiles down at her. Watching as she smoothes down the light orange sundress that he bought her, “c’mon baby, he’ll love you just like I do.” Chris leans down and places a passionate kiss on her lips, both of their eyes closing as they bask in the moment. They head toward the front door and head inside. A bark and thumping of paws could be heard.

A brown and white dog rounds the corner before tackling his owner to the ground, and his tail wags excitedly as he licks his face. Chris’s laughter fills the room before patting Dodger and taking control of the situation. He stands and grabs Y/n’s hand as she smiles down at Dodger. The dog tilts his head curiously, coming forward and sniffing her.

Dodger jumps up, nearly knocking her down if Chris wasn’t there to support her. The dog licks and nudges himself against her, Y/n practically falling to her knees as she cuddles into the animal, placing kisses and giving scratches. “See, baby. He loves you.”

His family rounds the corner, and Chris introduces his girl to them. This was a surprise to her as she thought she was just meeting his dog, but thankfully, in the end, it all turned out great. 

Chris wraps an arm around Y/n, pulling her snugly against him as he kisses the side of her head. “I love you, baby girl. Always and forever.” She looks up at him and smiles, her heart filling with so much love and warmth.

“I love you more, always and forever.”

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

out of curiosity, do you have any preferred headcanons for how tall the members of the Batfam are? who's the tallest to shortest?

listen I don't have exact measurements but I do have vibes. I'm going to say right out of the gate that I simply do not hold with DC artists and their habit of Russian nesting dolling the Robins so they're each a little bit shorter with age, it's a useful visual shorthand but it's also not my truth even if I sometimes agree with portions.

for instance: I do have to concede that Bruce needs to be the tallest of the Batboys in order to enable a lot of his whole schtick, especially your modern era Batmans who are built to be tanks as opposed to the sleeker, more acrobatically-oriented Batman of earlier ages. Batfleck honestly had a great build for it, 6'4 and built to loom.

on the other hand, I Know what male gymnasts look like and Dick came from a whole family of them; he doesn't need to be SHORT short but brother he is not the tallest Robin by any stretch. he's 5'8 if he's Lucky, likely shorter. and he's fine with it! he isn't insecure about being a compact king!

I strongly dislike the recent development towards drawing adult Jason as a brute, but I have long enjoyed the headcanon that he would have had a hard growth spurt after Bruce took him in and he didn't have to worry about food insecurity. he is absolutely taller than Dick but, HOT TAKE, I don't think he's a Lot taller. as Red Hood he's definitely exaggerating the difference with chunky boots + his stupid full-face mask for extra height, + his jacket and all his gear make him look taller and broader than Nightwing in his little skintight getup. out of costume they physically look much more similar.

I also super hate when Tim is drawn as a skinny short little waif, genuinely there's no reason for that. that's a little American rich boy who grew up on milk and white bread, there's no reason for him to look like he has Victorian urchin wasting disease. fuck this, Tim is taller than both Dick and Jason. same energy as the improv kid I went to high school with who was 5'11 but cool about it.

completing the circle and fully reversing the Robins, I know that other fans have pointed out that Damian's Asian heritage conspires against him being hugelarge as an adult, but genetics are a grab bag and I think he deserves to be Bruce-sized. adult Damian can pick Dick up and put him in the fridge if he wants. at present though his growth spurt is really taking its sweet time and he's hovering around Cass-height (see below).

Duke is hovering in a zone right between Jason and Tim but everyone forgets that and imagines him being taller because the little bat ears on his helmet give him a couple extra inches.

a lot of older comics, especially the Dixon run, frequently have Selina drawn like she's tall as all hell, and I honestly love that for her. 5'11, Megan Thee Stallion kind of build for her.

Cass is frequently drawn as tiny to an extent that is, frankly, implausible and borderline upsetting (if memory serves she literally got folded up and carried in a backpack once?) but listen: she's certainly not tall. I'm willing to offer her 5'3 as an absolute maximum. also literally no one asked but Michelle Yeoh is the Lady Shiva of my heart and shes 5'4, so that's canon To Me.

however tall Dick is in your head I want you to add one (1) inch and that's Barbara. this is so crucial to me.

Steph is like a deeply average 5'4 and a half, and I realize this Does mean that I've Russian nesting dolled the Batgirls (at least in order of appearance in comics, not the actual order they Batgirls) and I am Fine with that. throw Harper Row in here too, she and Steph are just chilling being average height gal pals.

Helena is freakishly tall by Italian woman standards, by which I mean like 5'7.

this is vile and I'm sorry to the Robins but unfortunately Jean Paul is a genetically engineered freak bred to kill so he's probably taller than all of them save for an adult Damian. 6'2 to my miserable boy. beginning to think I was lying when I said I didn't have exact numbers.

so I think in descending order the lineup I've created is Bruce, JP, Selina and Tim, Duke, Jason and Babs, Dick, Helena, Steph and Harper, Damian, Cass.

did I skip anyone vital you want to know about?

#batblogging

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

Hi, so this is a big request, not sure if it’ll be too long considering my whole idea. It’s a “smut” idea that I think of a lot. My idea of it is being a collab between Chan and a female idol/artist/reader for a second mv for Red Lights, they’re good friends and all, that song in my opinion is a like very smutty song, the reader is wearing a red outfit, don’t have much of a description for it except part of the outfit being a corset. The mv is more on the smut/sexual side of things, Chan grabbing the reader here and there, neck grabbing, and some of it in my head being that Chan is almost leaving kisses up and down her neck, like the chemistry between the two is like on fire type of deal. Towards the end of the making of the mv, reader is alone in their changing room, sitting around, a few people are around the set but not in the changing room, Chan comes in to talk to reader, they talk for a bit and then things start to get hot and heavy after a few minutes ❗️if this is too much to try to write a smut on or not enough descriptions/ideas for some of it, or you don’t feel like you can or want to write something on this, I completely understand, I don’t expect you to be able to write anything on it. I just thought I’d send my idea to someone I know who writes smuts❗️

Bangchan x reader

Genre: Smut baby, romance, love at first sight

Word count: 6.6k 

Warnings: finger, oral sex (males & female receiving) coming on body parts, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid people wrap it before you tap it) use of the word cunt…. Amongst other things that little children should not be reading. So if you are under the age of 18, this is not for you.

Masterlist

“ACTION” the producer screams then the music starts to play

 🎶 make you feel my love, oh🎶 “okay Y/N hands on throat in 3…2…1” you place your hand on chans throat

 🎶 Now, tell me you hate me, 더 이상 널 버틸 수 없어🎶 “ANNNNNNNDDDDD CUT….on to the next scene” the hair and makeup team run in. 

The next part was the beginning of the song. Christopher was going to have to rough you up on camera. “Okay, Y/N, we have you in a costume change” you all of a sudden got ripped away into the change rooms. The costume lady pulls out this corset.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you say as she pulls out the matching underwear.

“How the fuck am I going to fit into that” you tuck your hair behind your ears and grab the corset, lifting it to the light. 

“What are these dangly parts,” you say. The costume manager laughs as she walks over to you. 

“It’s okay, miss Y/N it will look amazing on you…. Just trust us, okay” you have to agree you’ve come too far to stop production now. 

“Okay, I’ll put it on for you”, you smile. She grins as she helps you put it on, tying the corset so tight to cinch your waist. 

“Perfect,” she said, turning. You are around to look in the mirror. The underwear was barely covering your vagina, and the rest of the outfit was just as revealing. 

“I’m not sure if Christopher will be comfortable with me wearing this,” you said as the manager pushed you back out, closing the dressing room door.

“Y/N good you ready”, the stage hand brings you to the next scene. Chris is their bare chest, and he looks so embarrassed to be half naked as well. It got you so much comfort knowing he felt the same. 

“Fuck me,” he said when he saw you. His mouth dropped, and his body went stiff. It felt like his eyes scanned your entire body. 

“OKAY, QUITE ON SET……3….2….1” you had no time to make small talk. The producer was already starting the music. 

🎶 I cannot breathe without you being right by my side. I'll die🎶 Christopher’s lips touched your earlobe as his hand slid up your side. Bring your hand behind his neck. You tilt your head so your lips are almost touching while he lip-syncs. You continue this for a couple more rounds until they think they have a perfect shot.

“Okay, guys, THAT'S A WRAP,” The man says. Christopher lets go of your hips, and you sprint to get this off your body. 

…..

“Omg,” you gasp, holding onto the chair in front of you as you cannot finally breathe. 

“You looked so beautiful out there”, the younger stylist said while packing her things up. 

“You think so?” Your eyes glimmered as you smiled towards the young lady. You loved to hear good feedback, especially when you felt as insecure as you did at that moment. 

“We will clear out so you can get dressed,” the manager said, shooing everyone out of the room. 

You take your corset off and throw on a hoodie. You sit on the couch they placed in the dressing room and take out your phone “finally, a minute alone”, you say while scrolling through Instagram. You sat cross-legged on the couch, still, in the stockings and underwear you wore from the music video. 

*knock knock* 

“Shit….come in”, you called. 

“Sorry to …….uhh….omg…. I am so sorry….I thought you said to come in” Chris was fumbling all over the room, trying to find the exit.

“It’s okay…it’s okay…. Relax…. I said, Come in” you laugh, pulling him to sit on the couch. 

“What’s up, Channie…. You’re sweating,” you giggle a little.

“Oh no, I’m just hot”, he smiled, fidgeting in his spot. 

“I’ll get you some water” you got up and walked over to the mini-fridge, bending down to grab Chris’s drink. You smile a little knowing your ass is in his view. You turn around, and Chris's head turns away quickly, looking at the posts on the wall. 

“Here you go,” you say, handing it to him. 

“Thanks, I appreciate it”, he replied 

“Soooo…I was thinking of tomorrow in the bed scene….instead of” you got this excellent idea, what if you teased Christopher. All the idol girls loved him. All you heard about for days before coming to this music video was how attractive and polite this man was. 

“Chris…..I have an idea. I’ll show you what I mean,” he almost chokes on his water. 

“Ohhh….Ummm…okay,” he is so awkward it’s kinda cute. He puts the water down and turns to face you. 

“Okay…..so you’re lying down” you smile as you push his upper body down, so he’s now lying on his back. “And I’m on top like this”, you swing your leg over, so now you’re straddling him. “ what if I do this” and you lower your body, so your lips are hovering over his. “Is this too much, you reckon” without thinking, Chris attacked your lips, holding the back of your head in place while he aggressively kissed your lips. 

“Fuck…..you’ve been teasing me all day,” he says, breaking the kiss. 

“I have not”, you reply, smacking his chest playfully.

“Mmmm, sure” his hands move to your hips, pushing them down, so now you’re sitting on his pelvis.

“Explain to me how?” You give him a cheeky smile, and he leans back up, reconnecting his lips with yours. You move in sync, pushing his upper half back on the couch. “Okay, maybe I have just a little”, he scoffs in reply to your comment.

“I knew it was going to be hard… doing this music video with you….but fuck me….you make me so horny” he takes a deep breath in and presses his lips to yours again. You part your mouth, allowing his tongue access to your mouth. You begin to grind on his clothed member. Chan pushes your hips down, forcing you to stop. “Stop….we couldn’t be doing this…in the stage clothes that are” he gave you a cheeky grin. 

“True… do you have a condom?” You add Chris was so horny he forgot to bring his wallet. You were on the pill, however, you did prefer to use a condom as extra protection.

“Fuck, it’s in my changing room. I’ll run and grab it” he pushed you off and adjusted himself. “You change into something, okay I’ll be back”, he runs out of the room. 

…….

He ran out and down the hallway towards his dressing room “fuck, where’s my wallet” he ripped that room apart, looked under all the couch cushions and finally found it.

“Please, god, let it be in there….she’ll kill me if I don’t have one” he knew he always kept one in there however, it had been a while since Chris last used a condom, and he didn’t know if he replaced the last one. 

He opened up the section he would usually put it in, and to his surprise, he found one with a tiny note. “Channie Hyung….good luck….Y/N is fucken hot as fuck soooo in case you need this…” it was signed by changbin the Cheeky cunt. He looked up and rolled his eyes. This wasn’t his intention to sleep with you; however, he was grateful for his best friend who pulled through when he couldn’t. 

“That cheeky cunt”, he mumbled. “Thank you,” he said as he placed it in his back pants pocket and walked back to your changing room, Chris didn’t want to walk with too much purpose to not draw attention to himself. 

“Yo Chris”, his head shot up as he recognised the voice.

“Oh my god fuck….what are you guys doing here” he did not look impressed. All 7 of the boys had shown up to check out the set. 

“We came to see you silly….why got something better to do?” Hyunjin spoke up. 

“I’m actually on my way to a meeting”, Chris was quick on his feet “, but you guys go into my dressing room. I’ll be 45 minutes tops. Changbin looked at Chris and narrowed his eyes. Chris shot him a look to which changbin replied. 

“Okay…will see ya in 45 then” none of the boys objected, and all started to walk towards the freeing room except changbin. 

“Did you get my note” he smiled as he passed Chris. 

“Yes, now piss off….and do me a favour…..take the boys out for lunch and don’t let them come back until I text you, okay” changbin was suspicious about what was happening; however, the look you gave him before now clicked.

“Oh, shit….your gonna sleep with her….you lucky Son of a bitch…how does it feel to live my dream” he laughed, patting chans shoulder. 

“It feels fucking good,  now fuck off the lot of you”, changbin laughed as he walked away towards the dressing room to collect the boys. 

Chris opens the dressing room door, and you are dressing in the same dress you walked in with on. 

“What took you so long,” you say, dragging him inside.

“The boys are here” he smiled as he swung the door shut behind him. 

“Oh really…should I go say hi” you tease as you go to open the door. Chris grabs your wrist, pulling you back towards him. 

“You can say hi to them after I’m done” chan pulls you towards the couch sitting you down.

“That is so hot”, you grin as he pushes you down, kissing your lips while taking his denim jacket off. 

Laying you down, chan slides his hand up your thigh grabbing on and squeezing as he part your leg kneeling between them. 

“All the girls in the company would be so jealous,” you say, pulling away and running your hand up his chiselled stomach. 

“Huh?” He said, kissing down to your neck. 

“Really…. Like every girl in JYP thinks you’re hot” chan paused for a second, lifting his head. 

“They what?….no they don’t”, he laughed. 

“They do”, you wiggle to passion your body better on the couch. 

“Well, practically every male artist wants to sleep with you”, he added. This was a shock to you. You had no idea that people even noticed you let alone male idols. 

“You’re just making that up”, chan continues to nibble and suck on your neck. 

“I’m not…but that doesn’t matter because you’re all mine” you never liked the idea of being someone's property. However, your mind quickly snapped out of it when Chris lifted your dress, exposing your wet underwear. 

He runs two fingers up your clothed vagina feeling how wet you are for him. “You are so wet for me, baby….that is so hot”, you blush as you start pulling at his t-shirt, aching for him to take it off. 

He lifts his body, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it across the room. His muscular arm is on either side of your body, and he smiles as he plays with the top of your underwear line. 

“Your turn,” he says as you sit up and pull your dress off. It meets his shirt on the ground. 

“I want you to bend me over this couch, Chris”, you moan between kisses. Chris chuckles out of excitement. He has wanted this since he saw you 6months ago. You are the only idol in JYP Chris has ever wanted to hook up with. 

Chris picks you up, showing you how strong he is “before we get to that, I have some other ideas” he smiles he leads you to a wall, where he pins your back against it. You unwrap your legs from his waist, “you can do whatever you like”, you say, sucking his earlobe. 

He kissed along your jawline until he reached your lips. “I want you so bad”, you whisper before he kisses you passionately, your mouths working in sync, your tongues tangling with each other. With your underwear now dripping with your arousal, Chris brush’s the top, waiting for your approval to pull them off your tight little body. 

But you remove his hand. Chris is shocked. Did you not want to continue this? “You are gonna have to beg for this pussy” the grin on Chris's face begging was something he never did, so this was a challenge he was willing to accept. 

“We will see about that” with that, Chris reaches around the back and clips your bra. He grabs one in each hand, massaging them as he places kisses down your neck. He starts to suck on your breast, using his tongue to flick your nipple, squeezing to shove more into his mouth. 

“There is honestly not enough time to do all the things I was to do to you today”, he moans as you reach down and start stocking his cock. 

“Who said we have to do it all today” you smile as he stops sucking for a second to look at you. 

“Do you mean that?” He was looking at you for confirmation.

“Yes,” you lick your hand to use it as lubrication, continuing to stroke his cock. 

“That is so hot… so tomorrow as well, then?” He started to kiss your shoulder bones, and you rolled your neck to the side for more skin exposure. 

“Let’s see how today goes,” you say in a cheeky tone, leaning in and placing your needy lips on his.

Chan has his hand pressed against the wall next to your face while his other hand roams your body. 

“Please, Y/N… let me feel you’re wet pussy”, he huffed into your ear. 

You grab his hand and place it onto your now naked vagina, his fingers spreading your lips. Your back hits the wall as chan creeps closer, pinning you while you stock his cock. 

Chan rubs your entrance before inserting two fingers inside you curling his fingers to hit your g spot. 

Chan moans into your shoulder as your grip on his cock tightens just the right amount. Chan uses his thumb to circle your clit, making you arch your breasts into his chest. 

“Come on baby… come for me”, he moans in your ear. You kiss him as you increase his speed and stroke his dick. He moans as he two speeds his finger up. 

“ Oh, Channie”, you whimper as you feel the heat in your stomach rise a release through your whole body. 

Chan grunts as you feel him release his load into your hand. 

He lifts your chin and kisses you softly “thank you…. It's been a while since I’ve cum like that” he smiles as he pecks your lips. 

“Again tomorrow?” Your question. 

“Fucken oath”, he laughs as he pulls out of you, his fingers covered with your arousal. 

You wash your hand in the sink, chan following after you. 

“I better go meet the boys…did you want to get dressed and come along,” he said, pecking your lips again. Chan couldn’t get enough of you. 

“I can’t sorry… I have so much I need to do for tomorrow,” chan pouts at your response.

“Can I call you tonight?” This man was whipped after one hand job.

“Mmmmmmmm, let me think about it,” you say, putting your bra and dress back on. 

Chan snakes his arms around you, placing kisses behind your ear. It takes everything in you not to turn around a rip Chan's clothes back off.

……..

Later that night. 

Chan 

“I Miss you.” 

Y/N 

“You saw me 5 hours ago.”

Chan

“Yeah, I miss you…and how you moan my name.” 

This man is the hornest motherfucker you’ve been with in a while. 

Y/N 

“Christopher” 

Chan 

“Yes”

Y/N 

“Did you want to come over?” 

Chan

“Be there in 15, yeah.” 

Chan was excited. He had never had a booty call. He went to walk out of the dorm when he was court by changbin. 

“ Where do you think you are sneaking off to,” he said with a half smile. 

“Y/N’s,” he said with his head down. 

“You horny bastard”, he laughed “here, take these,” he said, tossing him a box of condoms. 

“Don’t you think this makes me look too keen?” chan said, looking at the box in his hand. 

“Well.. you are the one sneaking out to get your dick sucked,” changbin said, patting his shoulder while pushing him out the door. 

“You think she’ll suck my dick,” chan said as the door was shut and locked in his face. Chan smiled as he walked into the elevator. The idea of you portraying sucking him off made him gitty. 

He is wearing his favourite hoodie and sweats to your apartment. All jyp idols live in the same building, it’s easier for the company to pick up and drop off. He knocks on the door, and you look breathtaking. Chan immediately feels guilty for coming over to take advantage of you. 

You pull him over to your couch “shall we start here” you say, pushing him down and straddling him. He gulps before you place your lips on him. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come here,” he said, pulling away. 

“Why,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. 

“I feel bad….. like I’m just using you as a sex doll or something” you look into his eyes, and he seems genuinely worried. 

“Channie,” you say, racking your fingers through his hair.

“Mmmm,” he says, eyes flicking to your lips. 

“Shut up,” you say, pressing your lips down on his he squeezes your hips, and you rock back a forth. 

“I want your pretty lips around my cock”, he said as you deepened the kiss. You wearing joking when you told yourself you were going to make him beg for your pussy. 

“I can do that,” you say, getting off his lap and kneeling between his legs. 

You pull down his sweatpants and his jocks, his dick bouncing out. You lick your lip, and just before you place them on the top of his cock he stops you. 

“Chan, WHAT NOW,” you say, looking up at him, annoyed.

“I want to make sure….you are okay With this. I’ve never done anything like this before” he was sweet, you had done this countless times before, but with Chris, it was different. You wanted to take care of him. He was sweet and kind.

“Done what… a one-night stand?” You say, confused. 

“Yes,” he said, leaning down and kissing you. 

You placed your lips on his tip, sloppy kissing down his shaft. Chan relaxes on your couch and starts to run his fingers through your hair as you put his balls in your mouth. 

“Fuck baby”, he moans as he grabs and tugs your hair. 

You grab and play with his balls as you look up at him, spread on your couch, enjoying your mouth on his hard cock. You lick his tip, making him cringe a little, indicating that your actions are working. “Do you like that, Channie” you whimper, wanting reassurance from him. 

“Every much baby”, he moans as you continue to suck and swirl your tongue around his cock, all while using your hand to play with his balls. Chan starts to buck into your mouth, forcing his dick to hit the back of your throat. 

“Oh please…you are gonna make me cum”, he moans suddenly. He ejaculates into your mouth, making you swallow immediately. He pulls your head back by your hair and leans in to kiss you. 

“What did you want from me,” he said seductively. You thought you might play a little game with him. 

“Nothing….you can go now”, you smile. He was shocked. He looked at you as you stood up. 

“Huh?…you don’t want…..wait, what?” You had heard rumours about chan. He liked to have a relationship with the girl he was sleeping with. He wanted to get to know her. Making her feel good was what drove him. So you decided to test that theory and tease him. It seemed to work because he had a tight squeeze on your hips. 

“Isn’t that what you came here for?” You questioned. He was so confused.

“I thought maybe…I don’t know….shouldn’t this be an equal exchange” he said, trying to pull you in, eager to satisfy you. 

“No….I’m okay, Channie,” you say, kissing him. He’s now squeezing your ass. “You can go home now”, you smile “ I’ll see you tomorrow”, you continue. “Bye, Channie”, you kiss him as he pulls up his sweats. He walks out and grabs you one last time. 

“This is over the right?….you still want to do this with me again…because I do like you” his eyes were searching your face. 

“We will see”, you smile. He let go of you, and you shut the door. 

……….

The next day 

Chan

“Good morning beautiful….I can’t wait to see you today.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at your phone truth was you did like chan more than you have ever liked anyone. 

Y/N 

“Happy last day of filming 🥰” 

You didn’t want to show chan how excited you were to see him. After he left last night, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

…… 

meanwhile

“Channie Hyung, we are all coming with you today” Jeongin smiled as the boys came out of their bedrooms, chan almost choking on his glass of water. 

“Whose idea was that?” Chan knew the exactly whose idea that was. 

“Changbin Hyung… he said he wanted to see you in action”, chan laughed. He couldn’t fucking believe the nerve changbin had. 

“Cheeky cunt”, chan mumbled as changbin patted him on the back. Chan turns his head, and death stairs him. 

“Come on then, Channie Hyung, we are going to be late” changbin smiled, knowing chan couldn’t say anything without exposing himself for wanting alone time with you. 

All the boys rushed out the door leaving chan and changbin in the kitchen alone for a moment “cock block”, chan said to changbin, who laughed. 

“Have you bought her a gift yet?” Changbin added. 

“I’m supposed to buy her a gift” Chan was so confused. 

“Yes….see you need me”, he again pats his back as he walks towards the door. 

“Wait….what should I get her?” Chan said, running after changbin. 

…….

Ryujin 

“How’s the music video going?” 

Y/N 

“Good last day today.” 

Ryujin

“How does it feel to be inches away from chans face….. that’s my dream 🤣🤣🤣” 

Oh, Ryujin, I have been far closer than just inches, and from his face, you thought to yourself. 

Y/N 

“Good, he is very nice 😊” 

Ryujin

“Changbin texted saying he and the boys are coming down…..so some girls and I are coming as well.” 

Ryujin had a thing for changbin, and all oh JYP knew it. She would have been excited that he texted her, but the fact that he was made you think he was up to something. 

Y/N 

“Oooohhh, are they now…..sure come on down.” 

You messaged chan

Y/N 

“So I heard your boys are coming for a visit. Can’t wait to meet them finally.” 

Chan

“I am so sorry….they just sprung this on me this morning.” 

Y/N 

“It’s okay…..I am excited to meet them… especially changbin….Ryujin doesn’t shut up about how great he is 😂” 

Chan couldn’t help but get jealous; in the car, he locked his phone and squeezed it, placing it upside down on his leg. 

“You okay, bro” changbin said, placing his hand on his shoulder. 

“Hana?…. Today could you make it your mission to find miss Y/N a thank-you gift?” 

Chan's assistant Hana nods and starts looking immediately for gifts online. “What do you think she would like, Mr bang.” 

“Ummm, she has a lot of Prada things, so maybe a nice new bag” changbin almost choked on his spit.

“Those bags cost millions of won Hyung” chan didn’t care about him. This was nothing. Chan competed for your heart. He wanted to show you why you chose to sleep with him and not changbin. 

“It’s all good. I can afford it,” Chan smiled at a changbin, who just plopped back in his seat, stunned. When changbin said to get you a gift, he meant a lovely bracelet or something, not an almost 3500-dollar bag. 

Chan picks up his phone 

Chan

“I can’t wait to see you.” 

You begin to blush. He was so cute. You giggled at your phone your assistant smiled.

“Who has you all gitty today?” She said, continuing to work.

“Oh, no one”, you smile and look out the window. 

“Mmmmhhmmm….is it a boy?” She was so interested. 

“Maybe…will see…..he’s um working hard…and it’s nice for once” you continue to look out the window trying to think up a reply. 

Y/N 

“What else can’t you wait for?” 

You decided to be a little flirty with him. You knew he would get flustered, and it would make for a great shoot. 

Chan

“Are you teasing me?” 

Y/N 

“Is it working?” 

Chan

“Do I currently have a boner?….yes….can I do anything about it….no…so yeah, it’s working” 

Y/N 

“Is it that easy to make you hard?…. Ha, you don’t have sex much, do you?” 

Chan was smiling at your text. Indeed, he doesn’t have sex often; however, this won’t stop him from fucking your brains until you can no longer form a sentence. That’s if he even gets alone time with you today. 

Chan

“Ha….wouldn’t you like to know how much sex I have” 

You laughed at his reply. He’s trying to be a fuck boy. 

Y/N 

“Well, if you're getting so much ass, I guess you don’t need me anymore.” 

Two can play that game, Mr Christopher.

Chan thought he had fucked up big time. His eyes widened. 

“Changbin?” He said out of panic 

“Mmmmm”, changbin replied, texting a special someone of his own.

“Help!” The word made changbins eyes shoot up to meet chans.

“Let me look,” he said, grabbing the phone. The other boys are now curious as to what’s happening. 

“She’s just playing with you….don’t worry about it….ignore her”, he smiled.

“Ignore her?…..she just told me she doesn’t want me anymore”, chan was going to hyperventilate. He had just got you. Now he’s gone and fucked it up. He had to write something to get you back. 

“Chris”, changbin said, chans head snapping to look at him, trying to hold back his panic.

“She’s playing a game……where has all your confidence gone, bro….just text her back, okay,” he said, grabbing the phone and typing “Okay then” into the message.

All chan had to do was press send “listen to me… she’s trying to make you sweat….hit send” the boys in the car are still so confused about who they are talking about. 

Chan pressed the sent button squeezing his eyes shut as he did so. 

…..

“Did he just okay then me?” you said in the car, shocking the driver jumping out of shock. You laughed because he was asking for advice from someone, and you would make him sweat. As the car pulled up, you hopped out. There was another black car behind you that you thought might be chan, so you waited. 

You popped changbin first, then the rest of the stray kids finally chan. “Morning, Channie”, you smile and wave.

“Oh, uh, morning”, he said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“You guys must be the rest of the stray kids….changbin, Felix, Han, Minho, Hyun-jin, Seungmin and Jeongin, right?” You were hoping you got the name right. 

“It’s so nice to meet you, Y/N….Channie Hyung is so excited to do this project with you” chans eyes widen as he knows he has to get these boys inside before they expose his embarrassing secrets to you. 

“Alright….. inside we go Y/N has a lot to prep for”, he smiled, pushing them in a line inside, turning his head back towards you, mouthing “sorry”, before turning back and directing them all into his dressing room. 

You giggled as you watched him struggle to control them. Just as you stopped, Ryujin showed up behind you. 

“Y/n, omg, long time no see,” she said, hugging you.

“So good to see you, Ryujin” you smile as you hug her, you lead her into the dressing rooms, and she sits on your couch. 

Thirty minutes or so went by, and you said you were about to start getting ready; there was a knock on the door. 

“I think that’s my hair and makeup. Could you let them in, please, Ryujin” she gets up and gasps as she opens the door to Chan's assistant, Hana?

“Miss Y/N….she said, entering… Mr bang wanted me to give this to you,” she smiled, holding the most beautiful  Prada bag 

“Omg…. Is that the Prada Cleo brushed-leather shoulder bag?” You jumped up. You had wanted this bag. It just came out this week. You grab it and hug Hana, who hands you a note.

“Read it,”, Ryujin said, grabbing you to look at the bag.

“Happy last day of filming…thank you so much for EVERYTHING” you can’t help but blush. As you look inside the bag, your eyes widen. You quickly close the bag holding it to your chest. “Ryujin?…..could you do me a favour?” You smile, knowing she will do it because it includes changbin. 

“Sure, anything?” She smiles, still trying to get her hand on your bag. 

“After the shoot today….. I’m going to take chan out for dinner as a thank you… do you think you could distract the boys for me” this was right up Ryujins alley?

“That is too easy….I am the girl for the job” you shove the bag in the corner with the rest of your stuff. 

…….

“OKAY ACTION” 🎶 The moment when I close my eyes. 🎶Plays as you present to play with chans chains. 🎶All I see are red lights, red lights, and red lights. 🎶you lean into his body, your chest to his 🎶도저히 널 가만히 둘 수 없는🎶 you say as the flashing lights flicker, your hand rising to his throat as the producer screams “HOLLLLLD”  you star into Chan's eyes as he flicks between your lips and eyes.

“OKAY, CUT… great chemistry today, guys,” he says, getting off his chair “let’s break and come back for the last scene.” Chan chuckles “been a while since I’ve been changed to a bed” before getting off his lap, you thank him for his gift “thank you for my bag….how will I ever repay you” you flirt as the stagehands untie his wrists. He leans up to kiss you; however, you quickly remember where you are and pull away. You hop off and walk back to your dressing room, looking around. You Can’t seem to see Ryujin anywhere. 

“Has anyone seen Ryujin?” One of the boys pointed to her flirting her heart out with changbin, leaning against the wall, just listening to her babble while she twisted her hair. 

“Never mind, I found her”, you laugh, walking back into your dressing room. 

…..

You hear your name get called over the loudspeaker, and finally, the last scene of the music video, two whole days of typing. What a fantastic journey this has been. The people you have met, chan, which is just wild humans. 

You walk out on set, and there he is, all smiles as you walk up and stand next to him “my turn to choke you”, he whispers, razing his eyebrows. 

“Okay, everyone, take your provisions, please…..ACTION” the backing to the song plays, and you fall to your knees, chans hand snakes around your neck as you mouth  🎶 도저히 널 가만히 둘 수 없는🎶 

“PERFECT….Love it, good job,” he said “okay, team love the first take. That should be enough”   Everyone around us applauds as chan smiles, helping you off the floor. 

“I’d like to take a minute to thank everyone for the last two days of work… you are all appreciated…now let's pack up and get out of here, aye,” the head of the project said, smiling. You walk into your room to get undressed when Ryujin walks in “okay, I told changbin…. We are going out to dinner”, she smiled 

“So you and can better make a run for it”, she laughed; you quickly popped on your dress and walked out with her chan behind the boys, so it was easy for you to grab him and pull him away from the crowd. 

“Ryujin gooooo”, you whisper, shout, shooing her to catch up with them. 

“Oh, I thought we were going to dinner?” He said, pointing and looking back at the boys. 

“I have other plans for you, are I, “ you said, placing a hand on his chest. 

He gulped as you leaned forward onto your toes to kiss his lips. “Oh, okay….I’m pretty hungry,” he laughed. You roll your eyes and yank him out the back door. 

“We are going back to my place,” you say, pulling him through the alley and into a cab. 

“Can I eat first?” he said. Your lips are now shutting him up. You pull his collar in and deepen the kiss, and chans body relaxes. 

“Never mind, this is good too,” the cab driver chuckles at Chan's comment. You start making out in the back of the cab; once he arrives at your dorm, chan pulls out his credit card from his pocket and, without breaking the kiss, starts tapping random parts of the card machine until he hears a beep. 

You pull back, cupping his face “okay….kids, you have fun”, the cab says as you open the door. Hopping out, chan thanks him and closes the door, grabbing your waist as the taxi drives away “stop, I’m ticklish”, you squirm.

“Good,” he says, pinching your waist again. This time, you play, squealing as you run into the dorm building. Once, chan looks around to see if anyone is around before pulling you in and kissing your swollen lips “the number of times I wanted to do this to you today,” he said breathily. You push the elevator button, and it dings; you both hip in, and chan places his hand on your lower back as you swipe your level card. 

You both live in the same building; however, chan lives on the upper floors with the boys as they need a bigger apartment. The door opens, and you take his hand as you walk through the halls. 

You open the door to your small apartment and say. You turn around. Chan pushes you against the wall kissing you tenderly. “Hope you don’t already have the bag”, he breathes into your mouth. 

“I don’t thank you…. You didn’t have to do that for me…..but I have one question?” 

“Mmmmm,” he says, pecking his lips. 

“The lingerie inside…..” chan pulls back, all confused.

“Sorry, the what?” You realised that maybe Hana had made a mistake.

“The lingerie…the set you gave me is so tiny…I’ll never fit, sorry” chan pushes your shoulders back so they’re flat against the wall. 

“Show me?” He was so confused. He never asked Hana to get anything like that for you, and when he looked inside the bag before it went, it was empty. 

You pulled out this tiny laced underwater bra. “No….that was not me…..fucking CHANGBIN”, chan growled. You couldn’t help but laugh at Chan's anger. 

“What a wanker”, he said, looking down. 

“I suppose that he sent the….okay then text to this morning”, chans head shot up. 

“How did you know?” His eyes are looking at you with awe.

“Because I know you would never be okay than me,” you say, walking him back into your bedroom. 

“You’re so right…I wouldn’t,” he agreed as the back of his legs hit the bed, making him fall backwards onto a peaceful sleep. 

Placing his hand on the back of your thighs, He pulls you in to straddle him. “I forgive you, though”, you smile while running your fingers through his hair.

“Did you want to eat first?” You mumble between kisses.

“No…..I’ll be okay,” he says, pulling you closer to his body. 

“Chan….you sure?” You didn’t want him to starve himself in case he was afraid you’d lose interest. 

“Positive…..I want you first” he flips you over on your back, so he is between your legs. You giggle as he removes his hand from behind your back. 

“Me over food….Channie, you must be whipped,” you laughed. Chan leaned in and softly kissed you to quiet you for a moment. 

“Oh, I am 100% smitten by you” he brushes the hair out of your face, his eyes roaming, taking in the beautiful sight he has beneath him. 

You start to kiss his neck. “Be careful…I still have promotions tomorrow”  you wanted nothing more than to mark his neck, but you didn’t. 

His clothes member grinding on yours as he kissed down the side of your face “but I don’t,” Your breath chan got the hint a. He lightly dug his teeth into your neck, nibbling and sucking in the right spot. 

“Mmmm”, you moan.

“You are all mine….you understand….any other guy you have….get rid of him” this possessive side of chan was supper sexy. You pressed his head further into your neck, moaning in his ear. 

“Show me why I should give them up” you didn’t have anyone else, but he didn’t need to know that. 

Chan grunts as he pulls back, unbuckling his belt from his pants. Once his belt hit the floor, he pulled his jeans off. You could see if rigid member bouncing in his boxers; you like your lips as you sit up, placing your lips on his line. 

“Shit”, he moans.

He pushes your body back down on the bed “ah ah ah…..your turn, baby girl” chan had this other side to him when he got hungry he was so sexy he tended his arms as they pulled you to the edge of the bed. 

“Spread,” he says, widening your legs. Squeezing your tights and licking his lips, he pulled your underwear down your legs, flicking them to the side. Chan pushes you to dress up, trying to clear as much away from your body as he can. 

“You’re so wet for me”, he said before spreading your wet fold with his tongue. 

Your body indirectly flinches, dude, to pleasure. “Hmmm, you like that, don’t you?” He said before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue. 

“Love it”, you moaned; no one had ever eaten your pussy like this before; he didn’t need any prompting. He just knew exactly what you wanted. 

He poked his tongue inside your core, flicking up at your G spot. “Plss Channie….keep going” chan wasn’t playing on stopping anytime soon. You pull his hair, and he grunts while eating your pussy harder. 

“You taste so good”, he hummus into your centre, sending shivers down your spine. 

“You eat pussy so well”, you moan. You can see chan flicking his boxes off. 

“Channie, plss, I need you inside me”, you moan, the sudden realisation that he had again forgotten the condoms. 

“Baby….I don’t think I can. I have no condoms,” he grunts.

“Channie….. I’m on the pill,” you moan.

Chan stops and stands up in between your legs. He inserts the tip into your centre; you arch your back at his touch. 

“You are so tight….this feels fucking amazing”, he says as he enters you, your dress and shirt still on. You are both so hungry for each other that you forget to strip. 

He's pumping in and out of your centre; you continue to moan his name, “Channie….keep going”, you lament as his thumb is now situating your clit.  Just a couple of seconds later, you are screaming. 

“Channie, I’m coming” you can feel his white liquid enter your core. It feels warm as you feel your stomach turn and a flash of pleasure shoot up your body. 

Chan pulls out and lays beside you “fuck me….you are fantastic”, he pants.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you say, rolling over to kiss him. 

“Can I ask you a question?” He said, still breathless.

“Sure”, you smile.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” 

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🔞 NO MINORS! MINORS DNI!

CHEATING.

Kiba x F!reader

Kakashi x F!reader

Warnings: cheating, jealousy, angst, smut, lactation kink, labor.

Word count: 6.3k

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You were surprised when you opened the door to find the 6th hokage at your doorstep. He was here to inform you that your husband will be on his mission for a couple extra days. Which was a weird lie, and you could tell he was lying. Nonetheless, you invited him in for wine and to talk about why he would be gone for a few extra days. 

He claimed that Kiba and Akamaru were having a hard time tracking the scent of Orochimaru. You raised a brow at this. That just wasn't possible. They both had an impeccable sense of smell. You didn't understand what the point was of this visit and the lies. 

Next thing you knew, he kissed you with such need that it made you dizzy. He pushed you down against the floor. He caged you in with his arms. You moaned into the kiss, only slightly pushing away. 

You had been lonely since Kiba had been going on a lot of missions lately. He was hardly home. Kakashi was stripping you down in seconds. His hands were everywhere. He picked you up as if you weighed nothing. 

"Where's the bed?" He asked as he kissed your neck. 

You pointed, and he walked towards it. He laid you down on the bed and stripped out his own clothes. He kissed your nipples and down your body. He started lapping at you pussy, until you were wet enough to take him. 

"Ah!~ Kashi! Please! I can't take it!~" You cry out as your moans escape from your lips. 

  "You tell no one. I just... I need this. I've been watching you. I hate seeing you with him. I've been wanting you for a year. I want to feel what he gets to feel. You know why I've been sending him out so much. It's because I have been waiting for you to be so needy that you won't fight me." He says as he lines himself up with your dripping wet hole. 

He pushes into you with a long moan and stuttering breath. Your pussy clenching around him as he bottoms out. He knew you two hadn't had a chance to fuck. The most Kiba had time for was to come home, shower, and sleep a couple hours because he was sent out on another mission as soon as Kakashi could come up with one. 

Your moans were falling from your lips like a symphony to Kakashi's ears as he snapped his hips into your sweet tight pussy. You felt like you were untouched because of how long it had been since you and Kiba last had sex. 

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Kiba was back in the village earlier than expected. His feet were dragging. Akamaru was exhausted. They both just wanted to sleep. He didn't even have the energy to shower. He walked towards you and his home without even lifting his head to greet anyone. His body was aching; he had bruises and new cuts covering his arms and a couple on his face.

All he could think about was being in bed with you, inhaling your scent, and relaxing until the next mission since Kakashi was always coming up with new ones fast. He thought he was only being sent out because he was recognized as good as what he did. 

As he got within 50 feet of his home. He could smell you. Your arousal. It was so strong, he had only smelt it that strong when the two of you were fucking. Then, he got a bit closer and smelt male sweat. He growled. He was pissed, heartbroken. His nose never failed him. He knew you were cheating before he even opened the door. 

Your moans were so loud he heard them through the front door. He also heard grunts of a male. He walked into the house, and straight to the room with claws out, ready to kill the man fucking his wife. When he saw the man on top of you with a mask down around his throat he was shocked. He ran towards him, and was about to throw him to the ground but was thrown back. 

Kakashi wasn't letting anything or anyone stop him from having you the way he has always wanted. When you saw Kiba you froze at first before you started pushing Kakashi away. 

"Tsk tsk. No, no, sweetheart. You were so willing until your mutt showed up." His hips were relentless as he grunted and moaned in your ear. You weren't strong enough to throw him off of you. 

Kakashi was sucking and biting your neck. He started rubbing your clit. He knew you were close, and so was he. You tried to hold in your orgasm you really did, but you couldn't. Your back arches, a loud moan escaped you, your eyes rolled back, and you squirted. 

"Oh fuck yeah baby.. that's it, baby... cum all over my cock~... show your mutt how good I'm making you feel!... ah!~ fuck! Cuuuuumming!" He says it loud and a bit dramatic. He wanted to hurt Kiba. He wanted him to leave you. 

You started crying as she was coming down from your high. "No! No! No! Not inside! I don't want this! You! You manipulated me! You knew he was coming home, didn't you!" 

"You were willing. You invited me in for wine. You pointed to the room when I asked where it was. You didn't say no until now. You were begging while I was eating that sweet pussy. You ... ah! Haaaahhhh ahh! Fuu-uckkk!~" He was cut off as he at the very least pulled out, and came all over your stomach. 

Kiba was standing there, jaw clenched, claws digging into the flesh of his palms. He couldn't kill the hokage no matter how badly he wanted to. He couldn't believe you squirted for Kakashi. He hated everything about this. He hated that he felt like he was frozen in one spot. He watched as kakashi came on your stomach. He watched as he put his clothes back on and left with a smirk.

He watched as you used tissues from the nightstand to clean the cum off. He watched as you covered up to your ears with a blanket trying to cover up the evidence of Kakashi's  marks even though Kiba was standing there watching it happen. He watched as you couldn't even look him in the eyes. 

He finally spoke after staring at you like he was disgusted with you. "I want a divorce. I don't want anything to do with you. I want you out of my house. I don't care where you end up. I loved you, and I come home to you fucking Kakashi! Kakashi of all people! The fucking rrrrrrrah!" 

He turned around, punching a hole in the wall, making you jump. "You know you're pregnant, right? I know it. I can smell the change in your hormones. You're a month and a half." He chuckled darkly. "The thing is... at this point I don't even know if it's fucking mine! How many other men have you fucked on our bed while I've been out on missions?" 

You were shocked to find out you were pregnant, but you knew you needed to say something to save your marriage.  "I.. I... I didn't... I don't.. Please, Kiba, listen to me. I've never cheated on you... this... this... He manipulated me! I didn't mean to. He was doing this on purpose! He said he was sending you out on missions as much as he could just to get to me." You tried to explain. You didn't want Kiba to leave you. You didn't want a divorce. You and Kiba had been inseparable since you were little kids. You didn't know what to do without him. 

"Oh? it was just really convenient for him to come over, and fuck you the same day that I'm coming home! Fuck! I can't even look at you right now. I'm not sleeping here. I want you out by the time I come back tomorrow." With that he walked out slamming the door so hard it caused a crack down the middle of it. 

You curled up in a ball, staring at the door with tears streaming down your cheeks as you hoped Kiba would come back... You wish this was all a nightmare. You wish you wouldn't have invited Kakashi in for wine. You didn't think anything of it at first. You thought it was the polite thing to do, to invite the hokage. You didn't know his intentions... You didn't exactly put up a fight to stop him either...

You sobbed until you passed out. You woke up in the morning and didn't leave. 

He walked the streets until he ended up at Shino's house. Shino let him sleep on the couch. Kiba didn't say anything about what happened. He didn't want anyone to know. 

He was numb, and he hardly talked. He just tried to act like nothing was wrong, even though every time he closed his eyes, he saw you falling apart under Kakashi instead of him. He didn't really sleep. He woke up crying by 4 am. Then, he was at a shushu-ya open. He was downing sake like it was water. He wanted so badly to get the image out of his head. 

He stumbled home at about 8. He could smell that you were still there. He stumbled through the door to see three of you on the couch. He couldn't tell which one was actually you or the blur of his drunkenness. "Oh, look! It's my whore wife! Kakashi here again? Should I leave you two to fuck on my fucking couch?!" 

He stumbled towards the kitchen and fell. He crawled towards the fridge, pulling out a bottle of sake. He started chugging it. "Didn't I fuckin tell you to get out of my house?! D-d-did you thunk I'd change my fuckin mind?" 

"Kiba... you're drunk... let me help you to the bed." You start walking towards him, but Akamaru pulls you back lightly with his mouth on your hand. You look down at him with sad eyes. He had never done that before. You knew it was better to listen to Akamaru, but you wanted to fix this. 

"Bed!? You mean the one you cheated on me in! Your on fucking drugs or something aren't you?!" He drank more of the sake. 

"Ok, ok... I shouldn't have suggested the bed. We can get a new bed. Let me help you to the couch... please Kiba..  I don't want our marriage to go in the garbage because of my mistake... I love you, Kiba... I'm sorry..." You started crying as you pulled your hand out of Akamaru's mouth. You walked towards your husband on the floor. 

You reached your hand out to help him up, but he swatted it away. "Don't fuckin touch me!" 

You sit down on the floor in front of him. "Kiba... please don't do this. I know I fucked up, but at least let me help you..."

Kiba chugged the bottle. "I don't need you. I don't need your help. I can do it, my Goddamn self. Leave." 

"Kib..."

He cut you off. "I SAID... GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!! GET THE FUCK OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT! get the fuck out..." He started sobbing. Akamaru came and laid over his legs protectively, growling at you. 

You started crying, too, but you forced yourself to get up and walk away. You didn't leave, though. You went to the room and stripped the bed. You put all the bed sheets and blankets in a garbage bag. You pulled out fresh ones. You spray the bed and remake it. 

You cleaned the room and reorganized. You went to the bathroom with his laundry and started washing them in the bathtub. You tried to just do as you normally would and more. You refused to leave. 

You knew you fucked up, but you loved Kiba more than anything. You went to the kitchen after a couple of hours when you were done. You saw Kiba passed out on the floor with Akamaru laying on top of him. 

"Akamaru... can you take him to the bed?" You tilted your head. You knew he understood you. You have been around Kiba since before Akamaru came into his life. You both could communicate with him.

He growled but did what you said. You helped pull Kiba onto his back, and he took him to the room, carefully hopping on the bed with him on his back. 

You started preparing to cook. You made all of Kiba's favorite foods. Things he couldn't resist. She made the special food for Akamaru that Kiba taught her how to make.

Akamaru smelt it and couldn't resist. He left a sleeping Kiba to go see what you were doing. He walked out suspicious of what you were up to. He was stressed by how tense the house felt, by not being at home last night, by everything that was happening. You look over and smile at Akamaru. 

"Hungry?" You ask as you mix the food. You walk over, placing it on the floor in front of him. "It's your favorite... I'm sorry for everything. I love you.. you're such a good boy." You scratch the behind of his ear and kiss the top of his head. 

You get back to making food, waiting for Kiba's clothes to dry. You mop and sweep the floor after Akamaru gets done eating and goes back in the room with Kiba. 

After everything looks spotless, you sit down and write him a 10 page front and back apology letter. You explain how much you love him. You mention precious memories that make you happy when you are sad. You tell him that you have never cheated on him before. You tell him the baby is his. You swear there's no way it couldn't be his. You tell him everything you love about him. You beg for forgiveness. Tear drops staining the pages.

Even after your hand had long since given out. You still didn't think it was enough. You thought he would never forgive you. You just hoped that after he sobered up that you could have a conversation with him without him yelling at you to leave. 

You curled up in his hoodie on the couch. You cried more. You couldn't stop crying. You cried so much it made you nauseous. You got up and ran to the bathroom. That was what woke Kiba up after sleeping for 6 hours. 

He heard you puking. His instinct was to check on you, hold your hair back for you, but he was irritated that you hadn't left yet. He then smelt the food you had made. He walked right past the bathroom that you were puking into the kitchen. 

He opened the containers, taking a bite from one of the foods you made. He knew what you were trying to do... apologize. He just couldn't. He couldn't get the image out of his head. The whole time he slept, he saw you under Kakashi. He dreamt of killing him. 

He noticed how clean everything was. After he warmed up his food, he noticed the thick letter on the table. He didn't want to open it. He didn't want to listen or read what you had to say. 

You came out after brushing your teeth and washing your face. You had your hands holding onto the inside of his long sleeves because his hoodie was big on you. You look at him eating the food you made. Your heart pounds in your chest. You didn't know what to do or say. You walked into the kitchen with your head down. You poured him a glass of water and brought him some pain killers cause you were sure he had a hangover. 

You set them down beside him. "It.. it should help with the headache you get every time you drink. If it helps, I.. i.. didn't put you to bed. I asked A-a-akamaru to. I-i-i also changed everything on the bed before he put you in it... I just didn't want you sleeping on the floor..." 

He didn't say anything. He didn't even look at you. He took the pills and drank the water. He continues eating. 

You nod slightly, knowing he's not going to respond. You take a clothes basket and go outside. You pull his clothes down from the clips and go back inside with your head down. You fold his clothes and put them away. 

Kiba picks up the letter while you're folding the clothes in the bedroom. He reads it, and let's silent tears drop. He doesn't actually want a divorce. He feels like the baby is his. He knows he's been gone a lot. He believed you when you wrote that that was the only time you cheated. He never had any suspicions before, and surely he would've smelt it on you or in the house if you did. 

He finishes the food and reads the letter. He walks into the room as you're putting the clothes away and grabs you from behind. You freeze at first, but then start crying.

You tremble in his arms. "P-please, Kiba. Don't make me leave. I-I love you... I don't know what to do without you. Y-you're my best friend. Love of my life. I know I made a mistake... just... just let me make it up to you. You don't have to forgive me... just please don't leave me." You sob. 

His hand goes to your stomach. He turns you around and lifts your head with his fingertip under your chin. He looks deep into your red, puffy, teary eyes. "I'm not gonna make you leave." He presses his head to yours. "It's just going to take me a while to get over this, ok?" 

You nod and sniffle. 

"I wanted to kill him... hell... I wanted to hurt you. You don't understand how crazed I felt. Think about it, y/n... if you were going on constant missions... you thought you could come home to cuddle with me and get some rest, but you find me with another woman in our bed. What would you do?.." He had tears streaming down his cheeks. 

You didn't know what you would do. You knew you would be beyond broken, crushed. You probably would've wanted him to leave, too. You probably would've wanted to hurt them. "I-I would've been acting the same as you... maybe worse..." 

"Yeah, exactly. I'll tell you what... let's take this slow. I'm not ready to be around you. Or in this room. I don't think I can sleep in this room ever again... we need to start over, ok?" Kiba sniffles. 

You nodded in agreement. He kissed your forehead and was about to walk away, but Akamaru had other ideas. He stood behind him and nudged Kiba back towards you. 

He rolled his eyes at Akamaru's meddling to push you two together, but Kiba knew he didn't like you two fighting. Kiba kissed you softly. You kissed him back. He felt like it was one tiny step in the right direction. 

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Kiba bought a new house. It was as far away from the hokage as possible. He still went on missions, but he didn't want his pregnant wife anywhere near that son of a bitch. He refused to do constant missions. Kakashi allowed it because Kiba threatened to tell everyone what he did. 

Kiba was home a lot more. He went to every appointment. He tried to be there for everything. This was his child growing inside you. He wasn't just going to leave. 

Kiba laid on the couch with you next to him. He laid his head on your stomach as the baby kicked and made his head bounce. He wouldn't let you get up unless you absolutely needed something. The feeling of the baby kicking him lulled him to sleep. 

You, on the other hand, had been on punishment, basically. You haven't gotten any sex. You were purposely interrupted from touching yourself every single time. He or Akamaru would go in the room and ignore what you were trying to do. Instead, they would just bug you until you gave up trying to get off. 

You could barely take it anymore. Even having him this close to you was making you wet, and he could smell it as he was starting to wake up. You tried to reach down and touch yourself, but his hand grabbed your wrist so fast that you barely made it an inch towards your aching cunt. 

"P-please, I can't... I can't take it anymore." You stuttered as you wanted to cry. You were 8 months along and suffering. Not only were you pregnant, exhausted, feet swollen, unable to roll in bed without Kiba's help, everything was a chore. On top of being horny as fuck most of the time. It was ten times worse when Kiba was home, which was a lot more than before. "I... I need you, or if you don't want to at least let me do it myself. P-please, Kiba." You whined. 

"Tsk tsk... you know I really want to punish you longer, y/n... but also deep down, I feel like I'm torturing myself... just the smell of your arousal is making me so fucking hard right now." He said in a low growl. 

His hard on was pressed against your leg. He started shallow thrusts against your leg. He was fast to get mad because it wasn't enough. He wanted to be inside you. He hadn't been inside you in 7 months, and it was driving him mad. 

He picked you up and ran to your new bedroom with a bigger bed. He laid you down on it, ripping your clothes off you. He hit his lip. "Fuuuuck, I'm gonna get you pregnant again after you have this one.~ pregnancy looks so fucking hot on you..." He cups his hand on your sore breasts. "I mean fuckin look at these! They are so swollen, and full of milk... I wanna taste..~" He latches on to your nipple, sucking hard. He was surprised when your milk sprayed into his mouth, and let out a low moan.It was so sweet he couldn't get enough. He wanted to fuck you while he drank from you. 

You watched as milk dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. You bit your lip moaning. He pulled his pants off and ripped his shirt off down the middle because he didn't want to stop sucking on your addictive milk. 

He started fingering you while he sucked. He found all your sweet spots just like before. He stuck a pinky in your ass and curled his two middle fingers up just right to hit your g-spot. His thumb massages circles on your clit. You immediately were moaning uncontrollably because of the amount of pleasure you were getting after months of punishment. 

He had you cumming in a matter of 4 minutes. He knew your body inside and out. That made him smirk against your breast. 'Kakashi didnt know jackshit about what you liked. That bitch boy just wanted to fuck you.' He thought to himself. 

He wasted no time lining his throbbing cock up with your entrance, and slamming into you as he switched breasts. He moaned and growled as he snapped his hips into yours. All that could be heard were your moans and the wet squelching and slapping of your wet pussy and his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. 

He was in heaven right now, milk dripping down his chin while balls deep in your pussy. He couldn't think of anything better. 

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After hours of him fucking you in different positions, making you cum over and over again. You were so full of his cum it was becoming a puddle of your's and his cum mixed on the bed beneath you. 

This round felt different, though. It started with a small ach that you just chopped up to how much sex you guys have been having, mixed with how far along you were and the lack of sex before this point. You ignored the pain until it became more intense. You were both about to cum. 

He could sense something was wrong as he emptied his cum inside you again. He was about to ask what was wrong until there was a gush down his balls and legs from you. It didn't smell like when you came, and he immediately pulled out of you, started panicking. It was 4am. He was exhausted, and so were you. 

There was a long cramp that lasted about a minute. They were 5 minutes apart. You gripped his arms so hard that your nails made him bleed. "Kiba! Something is wrong!" You cried. 

"Shhh! Sh! Sh! Baby, breath! I think your water just broke." He ran to get sweats on and pulled an oversized nightgown on you. "I got you. I got you, baby." He cooed as you cried in pain. He didn't know what to do. You guys lived quite far from the village hospital. He didn't think he could get you there in time. 

"AKAMARU!" Kiba yelled, and Akamaru immediately busted down the door. "Go find someone to help! Anyone! Bring them here!" Akamaru was gone in under a sec, searching for anyone nearby at 4 am. He found someone and barked at them. He was frantic. The person was a bit confused as to why Akamaru approached them, but it seemed urgent. So, they followed him back to yours and Kiba's home. 

You were already pushing at this point. Kiba was trying his best to comfort you. He had a cold towel over your forehead, a towel underneath you. He had a suction bulb on the bed along with scissors to cut the cord. He had never seen someone give birth; he only knew some things from a book he skimmed through to be prepared for what to expect when you go into labor. 

He was panicking as he was on his knees between your legs, trying to hold them open. "KIBA! I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS! IT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD! I FEEL LIKE IM BEING RIPPED APART! AAAAAAHHHHHH! FUCK!" You screamed as you pushed through another contraction. You couldn't see as your vision was blurred by tears. You saw a tall figure walk into the room.

"Baby, shhh... you gotta focus on your breathing. Breath me. I'm not going anywhere. We're going to get through this..." His head turned to see who Akamaru brought and was immediately pissed the fuck off. "No! Fuck no! You are not going anywhere near my wife or her pussy again." 

"I don't think you have a choice. I've delivered a baby twice, and you have no idea what you're doing. If you wanna do this by yourself, and risk losing your child and your wife... then be my guest, but I highly doubt you want that. You don't have anyone else with experience to help you. So, the choice is yours, Kiba." Kakashi was smug about this. He knew that Kiba had no choice but to let Kakashi help him deliver his baby. 

Kiba didn't have a lot of time to think about it as you started screaming at the top of your lungs when another contraction hit you. "Fine! Fuck! Just. Just tell me what to do!" Kiba growled at Kakashi. 

"First, would you rather help pull him or her out, or would you like to cut the cord? You can't do both. I'm not handing an idiot like you a pair of scissors while you're holding a baby. Also, you can't hold her legs open and be ready to pull and catch your baby. I am going to have to touch her in some way whether you like it or not." Kakashi stood beside Kiba. He could see that you were crowning or what some women call the ring of fire. You were crying and screaming and then panting during the short breaks between contractions. 

Kiba growled at him and stood up. "I swear to God if you fuck something up, and she dies. I'm gonna fucking kill you!" He pushed you forward enough for him to sit with you between his legs.  

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Says the man who has no idea what he's doing and was about to do it alone." Kakashi pushed your legs up towards Kiba, who grabbed them to hold them up and open. 

Kakashi was too close to your vagina for Kiba's liking, but just tried to focus on you. "Breath with me, baby. You gotta breathe, or you're going to pass out. Breathe in... breathe out... breathe in... Breathe out..." He was trying to talk you through it.

"The baby's head is out. You gotta push for me just two more times, Y/N. You can do it. I know you can." Kakashi had his hands cradling the baby's head, ready to assist in getting the shoulders out.  

Kiba's jaw clenched at how Kakashi said that to you. He whispered in your ear. "Push for me, baby. Just two more times, and we'll have our baby..." 

You push again, screaming...

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After 2 hours of pussy ripping labor, your's and Kiba's baby was born. Kakashi held the baby up, using the suction bulb to pull the amniotic fluid from his lungs. You finally heard him cry, and it made you cry tears of joy. Kiba cried as he cut the cord. 

Kakashi had to make due with a sewing kit he saw in the cabinet. He stitched the rip up. "You two will need to abstain from sex for 6 weeks, Kiba." He grabbed the baby blanket from the crib, taking the baby from your arms and wrapped the baby in it. He had noticed that you had passed out holding your new baby and handed the baby to Kiba after he crawled out from behind you. 

"I will go get one of the village doctors to make sure everything is ok with her and your daughter, and bring him here. I don't think she will be waking up anytime soon. She's exhausted. So, let her sleep. Keep the baby warm." He turned to leave. 

"Thank you... I still hate you, but thank you for helping.. I don't think I could've done it on my own..." Kiba spoke but didn't really look up. He couldn't take his eyes off his beautiful daughter, who had stopped crying, and was staring up at him. 

Kakashi nodded. He may have given Kiba a choice to accept his help or not, but really, he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He knew Kiba wouldn't be able to do this on his own. Plus, a part of him hoped it was his, but that hair she came out with, and those tiny upside down red triangles on her cheeks let him know right away. 

Kakashi left and came back with a doctor. While Kiba didn't move at all. He sat beside your sleeping form with his daughter in his arms. 

The doctor looked at you and the baby over. Everything was fine besides the stitches. They wouldn't absorb like medical stitches. They would have to be removed after you were healed enough. The doctor told Kiba everything he needed to do to take care of you and the baby. Then, when to bring the baby and you in to have a check up. The doctor left, leaving Kakashi, who wanted to say something. 

"I... I know I never apologized for what I did. What I did was wrong. I apologize. It wasn't her fault... I did indeed manipulate things like your schedule and her needs for you in my favor. I should've had more respect and self-control. I fell for her and her kindness and acted on an impulsive want. Anyways... I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused, and I hope the two of you have a very happy life from now and years to come." Kakashi hadn't planned to apologize at all, ever. But being here, watching how much Kiba cared for you that he was going to attempt to help you deliver the baby himself... he knew that Kiba truly loved you. 

Kiba sighed. He knew what Kakashi meant. You really were too kind and beautiful... You were too good for this world. Kiba thought you were too good for him, too. "I get it... had the roles been reversed. I probably would've tried to do that same. Y/N is the best, most beautiful woman I've ever met. We've been friends since we were in diapers... you know that. We were inseparable. If she ended up with anyone other than me, I wouldn't have been able to accept it..." 

"Yeahh.. I know. You guys have always been attached at the hip. I promise never to do that again. No missions for 12 weeks. She's going to need you to be here. I will find someone else to substitute on your team for the time being. Don't worry about being late on bills. Consider this my apology, and congratulations to you two. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. You have my number." Kakashi gave a smile through his mask and left Kiba to be alone with his daughter. 

Kiba laid on the floor, letting you have the entire bed. He also didn't want to risk passing out and dropping the baby. He finally had time to think. He remembered the name you picked if the baby were to be a girl, Hajime. He laid Hajime beside him as Akamaru walked over slowly, sniffing. He laid down near Hajime with his nose close to her shoulder, but not too close.

*I hope you guys enjoyed my story if you made it this far. Hopefully, there weren't too many mistakes. I plan to write more fanfics. Feel free to give me ideas. I do Naruto, My Hero Academia. I might do others soon. No pedophilia, incest, and pee or poop or puke.*

#kiba x reader #kakashi x reader #kiba smut #kakashi smut #naruto #naruto smut #kiba x y/n #kakashi x y/n #angst #fanfic

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in March 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #48 |  ko-fi | fic recs

—Louis/Harry—

✿ A Bright and Blazing Flame  by green_feelings / @greenfeelings

(E, 23k, a/b/o, part 4 of series) Bonded, engaged, and moved in together — there’s nothing to daunt Louis and Harry’s happiness. Until the past catches up to them and everything comes crashing down when they least expect it.

✿ Keep Me Closer by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche

(T, 18k, a/b/o) Louis expects Harry to react poorly, maybe even file a formal complaint and that’s gonna suck ass but Louis won’t say shit cause he knows he deserves it, so he prepares an apology before Harry’s even turned around. What he doesn’t expect is Harry to fucking drop.

✿ In the Strangest of Ways by SunTomato / @sun-tomato

(NR, 17k, ghost au) when the haunting sounds of a melancholy piano piece accompanied by the vague shadow of a beautiful male figure appear, Louis is determined to find out who this beautiful man was and what happened to him…

✿ anything you want until the morning by honey_beeing

(M, 12k, strangers to lovers) A Late Night Talking AU where Harry and Louis find each other on the way to work every night and then learn to not let go of each other ever again.

✿ Wed’n Walk (Or, We Went to Amsterdam Together) by @hellolovers13

(E, 11k, fake relationship) When Harry had first started planning his honeymoon to Amsterdam, he had not envisioned ending up there with his best friend. Or getting fake-married to him for 24 hours.

✿ Station 28 by @justahappycloud

(G, 10k, strangers to lovers) Darling, you are my favourite accident by far.

✿ Awaken As Mine by thinlines / @thinlinez

(E, 9k, a/b/o) Omega Harry was sure he had found his alpha, but how to get reading crazed, bookworm Louis to look twice at him was a mystery for the ages.

✿ Grow as We Go by @larryatendoftheday

(T, 7k, breakup) a fic about growing up and choosing each other.

✿ Catastrophe (Or Not) by grapenight / @louiswolves

(G, 5k, pet fic) Harry's a crazy cat person and Louis is the vet he keeps bringing his cats to with minor concerns like "she's been acting weird lately" and "he didn't poop today so I'm worried" but it's really just excuses to keep seeing Louis everyday

✿ Soft Wings by @kingsofeverything

(G, 4k, tattoo au) Harry is a Dolly Parton fan who wants to get a tattoo in tribute to her. Louis is the tattoo artist.

✿ Cookbooks and Toothpicks and One Lizard by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 3k, witch Harry) If there is one thing that Harry hates about Halloween, it’s what a spectacle everyone suddenly makes around him.

✿ when we're finished saying nothing by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 3k, girl direction) An alpha/alpha AU inspired by Written All Over Your Face.

✿ I Hope You Choke (on those words) by Imogenlee / @imogenleefic

(E, 3k, musician Louis) Harry Styles had been head of security for concert venues for over eight years.Never in his career had he seen a musician as reckless when it came to personal safety as Louis Tomlinson.

✿ Never Seen A Boy Like YOU Before by @jaerie

(E, 3k, trans Louis) Of all the housemates out on the ranch Louis had had over the years, none of them could even come close to Harry. 

✿ Snow One Like You by cherrylarry / @beelou

(G, 3k, girl direction) The strangers to lovers stuck on a ski lift au

✿ Lapful Of Lou by hazzahtomlinson / @itsnotreal

(M, 2k, friends to lovers) they are both idiots and it takes a drunk Harry (with no brain to mouth filter) to get things going.

✿ Oblivious by grapenight / @louiswolves

(G, 2k, uni au) Louis and Harry are roommates, and Louis is instantly attracted to Harry.

—Rare Pairs—

✿ neither wanting more, neither asking why (series) by @justanothershadeofblue

(E, 40k, OT5) If Louis is the origin, Zayn the expansion, Liam the complication, Niall the solution, then Harry - Harry's the completion.

✿ The Hour of Us by sitandadmire / @niallziam

(M, 5k, Harry/Louis/Niall) the modern witches AU where Niall collects spell books, Harry is fascinated by plants, and Louis is ready to protect them at all costs.

✿ find our place by @nouies

(NR, 3k, Zayn/Louis) “Fuck!” Louis says as he hangs up the phone and turns it off. He hopes the call didn’t connect, otherwise he would have to change his number. Again.

#28th appreciation #1dficvillage #hltracks #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dsource #larry fan fiction #one direction fanfiction

[quixoticall]

This Could Get Ugly 3. The Rise and Subsequent Fall of Eddie Munson

Summary: It's 1983 and The Downsides need another lead singer and you just happen to need a band--it's a perfect match. The only issue? You have to pretend to be in a relationship with your bandmate, Steve Harrington, but you can't help but be drawn to the band's broody guitar player.

pairing: s.h. x fem!reader, e.m. x fem!reader, j.b. x n.w., r.b x n.w.

warnings: Heavy drug use, misogyny, angst, past!Eddie x Chrissy

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A/N: Halloween came early this year I guess! Take this early chapter as a thank you all for your follows, reblogs and likes! The idea of my fic being so well-received warms my heart! Enjoy!

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EDDIE: Okay, here we go.

 I’m Eddie Munson, lead guitar for The Downsides.

 I  grew up trailer trash in some town that no one’s ever heard of. My mom died when I was eight and my dad was in and out of jail pretty much my entire life--well, until those royalty checks started rolling in, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

  People always use the dead mom/jailbird dad thing to either turn me into a sob story or villainize me, so I generally tend to avoid talking about it but since it's you, I'll say this: the thing I remember most about my mother is her absence and there is not a single redeeming thing about ole' Munson Sr. but I don't think they're responsible for any of the ways I've fucked up over the years. Nah, kid, that was all me.

Let’s get to the good stuff, shall we?

At the tender age of ten, I was gifted an old beat-up guitar by my uncle. Clearly, something he had picked up at the local Goodwill to try and keep me occupied and out of trouble. The neighbors hated us after. They hated us, even more, when it turned out that I could actually play.

When I was 18, Uncle Wayne got the idea that I was ready to commit to a life of indentured servitude over at the factory and that did not sit well with me, at all. I wanted to be a musician. But, instead of talking to him about it, you know, like a rational person? I just ran.

I sold my van and got a one-way ticket to LA. The metal scene was starting to pop up on the strip and music—metal—was the only thing I was good at, so I thought, ‘what the hell!’ and booked it. I slummed it for a few months and then, through some stroke of luck, I heard about a band that was auditioning for a new guitar player since their last one got hitched and quit. The Metal Gods smiled down on me the day of the audition because that same afternoon they called me back and told me they wanted me on as lead guitar.

1982

“It Was You”, your duet with The Letterman’s peaked at number 6 on Billboard’s Top 100 in October of 1982.

Suddenly, everyone wanted you to be featured in their songs. Your EP did well enough, but it didn’t even crack the top 30. That didn’t keep you from being the hot new thing on the scene and a

huge part of that was your reputation.

Of course, people knew who you were because of your groupie days, and you unintentionally built a reputation for being romantically involved with different musicians. So, when you broke out on the scene with a romantic duet, people started talking, and the tabloids began to spin stories about you and Jason being romantically linked which only caused a buzz for the song. You, of course, hated this and vehemently denied being involved with Jason to anyone who would listen. Jason, meanwhile, played it coy with the press, only fueling the rumors and your rage.

“Listen, I hate the guy as much as you do, sweetheart, but you got to respect the strategy,” Murray had said after hearing you gripe about one particularly salacious headline.

Before the year was through, you had been featured in five other duets. All with male artists. All resulting in more and more outlandish dating rumors. And all enjoying a lengthy stay on the top of the charts.

Starcourt had begun to push you to take it a step further and Brenner had asked for Murray to arrange outings between you and whatever male artist you were collaborating with. The meetings—you refused to call them dates—were always somewhere that was strategically public, somewhere where there was always at least one paparazzi with their cameras locked and ready. The pictures they would take would always make it to at least one gossip magazine, which resulted in even more publicity for the song.

Your partners—you refused to call them dates—were, at their best, cordial and business-like, one or two of them even asked for your permission before holding your hand. At their worst, though, they were handsy, entitled, and rude. None of them ever tried to ask you out on a real date and you weren't sure what that said about you.

Soon you were racking up duets and notoriety in equal measures. Radio DJs would make jokes about you every time they would play one of your songs—and they played your songs a lot. Once, while you were walking around Rodeo, a woman stopped you in the middle of the street and told you, very brazenly, that you needed to stop sleeping around so much. Before you could even tell her off, though, she proceeded to gush about how much she loved your duet with The Letterman's.

It seemed like everyone seemed to see you in a similar light though: they thought you were some sort of despicable maneater but all they wanted was more of a reason to talk about how you were a despicable maneater.

Murray had his work cut out for him, “We just need to find a way for you to have this same buzz all the time.”

***

EDDIE: Things started to pick up with Corroded Coffin. We were playing shows pretty much every night.  As I said, metal was on the rise and we were at the forefront. Eventually, record label bigwigs had no choice but to acknowledge that.

Some of them got smart and started poaching bands early on, like Starcourt. Corroded Coffin signed with them in ‘82. We thought we were hot shit after that.

There’s a certain lifestyle that goes along with that, though, you know? A reputation that you have to uphold.

I'm not trying to make excuses for myself here, trust me. I'm just...trying to explain myself.

People always love to talk shit. They'll call you all sorts of names before they see you as an actual person. Trust me, I would know. But, these interviews are an opportunity to set the record straight, to finally be seen as an actual person.

So, there I was, a nineteen-year-old kid from Bumfuck nowhere, finally making it big, finally feeling like I belonged somewhere--like for the first time I wasn't a freak whose mom died or some trailer trash high school dropout--of course, I was gonna get swept up in it all. Of course, I was going to start picking up the bad habits and doing drugs. There was no one there to tell me otherwise.

It started out as something to get us through the madness that was our schedule: between the live shows and the studio time, we needed uppers just to keep us on our feet. Then, obviously, you needed the downers so you could fucking relax because the uppers made you so tense. 

I stopped enjoying the drugs pretty early on, but at that point quitting wasn't something that I was willing to put that much effort into. 

1983

The first time someone asked for your autograph, you were at a show at Whiskey a Go Go. Murray, acting as a sort of manager, had set up a photo opp with Charles Riva, your latest duet partner. He hadn’t shown that night but you never walked away from a live show.

Two girls, not much younger than you, appeared behind you as you were ordering at the bar and tapped you on the shoulder.

“See, I told you it was her,” the shorter one, a strawberry blonde with severe bangs whispered excitedly to her friend, a taller brunette.

Before you could ask either of them exactly what they wanted, the strawberry blonde spoke again, “Can we have your autograph?”

You could only nod dumbly as they handed you a cocktail napkin and a pen. You tried to think of something meaningful to write, but in your shock, could only come up with “Best wishes, xoxo”. You didn’t even ask them their names. The best you could do was offer to buy them a drink, which they happily accepted.

You regretted the offer as soon as you registered how young they looked underneath all that makeup, an observation that made you unsettlingly sad. You were reminded of your first days on the Strip: lonely and young and wanting someone to notice you for the right reasons.

Your thoughts became too heavy to deal with at that particular moment and you abruptly excused yourself, leaving the two confused girls behind. A shame, you thought to yourself, in another life you might’ve all been friends, but no one really wants to be your friend these days. They just want to tell people they’re your friends. Walking away saves everyone the disappointment.

You needed a drink.

By the time the main act had taken the stage, your vision had started to haze at the edges as a result of the multiple drinks you had procured for yourself. You watched, half-interested as a band you’d never heard of, Corroded Coffin took the stage, your eyes tracing after each member, eyeing the things only a fellow musician would: the models of equipment they had, the way the band queued each other up.

You didn't know enough about metal yet to know whether you'd consider yourself a fan or not but even with the little familiarity you have, you can tell this band is good. Their playing is unpolished but overflowing with energy and the crowd is feeding into it, screaming the lyrics along with the lead singer.

All of it reminds you of your first show at the Strip—what seemed ages ago—and that memory summons a whole other thought entirely: the reason that you had gotten into music was to actually make music you liked, not to be a topic of discussion in a gossip magazine, getting no say in the music you created.

You don't even remember the last time you had even written a lyric.

You think to yourself that maybe you should wander backstage after the show, like you once did and talk to the band. Maybe you could pick their brains about songwriting. They clearly didn’t care about mass appeal if they were making metal music which means they were probably doing it for the art.

At the very least they probably had a decent stash of pills.

Either way, it would be worth it.

***

EDDIE: It was pretty much love, at first sight, the moment I saw her in the crowd that night at Whiskey a Go Go. I remember seeing her for the first time halfway through our set and it was like I went blind for a moment. I had completely forgotten what I was doing, I think I even missed a cue. After the show, I made a beeline for the bar where she was standing, trying to act as cool as I could but I was shitting it.

***

Once that band had wrapped up, you made your way to the dressing rooms. You maneuvered to the dressing rooms like you had dozens of times before, but the band wasn’t there.

You milled about for a bit, before growing bored and leaving wondering if maybe they had seen you coming and left.

***

EDDIE: I ordered a drink just as an excuse to get closer and it worked. She was even more beautiful up close and so, so kind. Told me she loved our show and even pointed out specific guitar solos of mine that she liked. She always had a way of making you feel special like that. Chrissy Fucking Cunningham. Even her name was perfect, not a syllable too few or too many.

I asked her for her number that night and we went on a date two days later, I could hardly keep it.

together having to wait two days to see her again. Then, after a few weeks, we were going steady, as the kids say. It was perfect. I never really had anyone to myself, you know? She was the first person that ever made me feel seen and cared about.

I remember one time; she was hanging out at my place while the band was in the studio. When I came back, she had done all my laundry. When I asked her why she had done that, she just said “I dunno, just because” then, all of a sudden there were tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something like that for me “just because".

My life had never been better--so of course, I fucked it up.

***

While you did not manage to meet Corroded Coffin, you couldn’t stop thinking about them, even days later. It was like seeing them play had awoken you from a daze you didn’t even know you had been in.

You spend a few days getting incredibly drunk by the pool after that. But no matter how much you drank or how many pretty dresses you bought yourself or how many pill you took, you could not shake the feeling.

A few mornings later, you had called Murray, “This stops now, Murray. No more duets or features or whatever else. I want to meet with Brenner. I want to do this my way.”

Murray, not used to being awake so early, gave a weak attempt at talking you down.

“No,” you urged on, “you said once I started making money, I could have a say. Well, now I’m making money and I’m tired of Starcourt just using me for that. So, I want something permanent and I want to write my own music, got it?”

“You have a contract,” Murray parroted back, half-heartedly.

“Yes, I do, and I plan to honor that contract but so help me God I will make life a living hell for you and for Brenner and any other exec that tries to get me to do another duet with Jason fucking Carver. In fact, I will find a way to lose Starcourt money if you don’t get me out of this. Am I clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Great, I’ll see you at lunch Murray.”

He signed, “See you then.”

***

EDDIE: My drug use was getting more out of hand. Chrissy hated it, but I couldn't bring myself to quit. Especially the things that I thought I needed to make it through the day.

Chrissy was a saint throughout the whole thing, until one night when she caught me in the dressing room of Whiskey with a girl who was not her. She walked away and I don’t really blame her. Out of all the regrets of my life—and trust me, kid—that was one of the biggest.

She moved out that day and refused to take my calls, moved in with one of her friends and I spent days just calling her, sending her flowers, the works.

She told me she wouldn’t budge unless I got clean. So, I checked myself into rehab. She was a good enough reason to quit. 45 days later, I checked out, clean as a motherfucking whistle.

Chrissy was gone though, I had no clue where she had disappeared to, but wherever she went, she didn’t want me to find her.

On top of that, my band was fucking pissed. I left the band for 45 days without telling anyone, right as we were finishing recording our debut album. Yeah, they weren’t happy. I was in something called “breach of contract” with the suits over at record label and they wanted to take me to court, and not the Star kind.

I definitely didn’t have lawsuit type of money back then, so it was in my best interest to work something out with Starcourt and jump back on fulfilling my contract. Problem was, Corroded Coffin didn’t want me back anymore, even though the guy they replaced me with wasn’t half as good as I was.

I thought that because my old band didn’t want me, that meant that I would be free of my contract. I was wrong. What actually happened was that my fate was then put into Starcourt’s hands and they could place me in whatever podunk production or band they wanted. They owned my ass.

And that’s how I ended up with The Downsides.

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[mystargirl-interlude]

heyyyyyyyyy, thx for following me I was wondering if you could do a request where Xavier meets the reader as Wednesday’s sister and they date behind her back before she finds out and Enid has to convince her to be okay with it.

hiii thank you so much for your request I hope this if fulfills your expectations!!

I was listening to thunder while writing this so if you want the full experience listen to thunder

Requested: yes

Warning: none I don’t think?

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Word count: 941

Proofread: no

Thunder

completely moving schools because your twin decided it would be fun to try and kill a group of jocks isn't all that fun.

I was completely fine staying at the school we were at but when Wednesday got expelled I got expelled with her for not doing anything to stop her.

We ended up getting thrown in the same school mother and father went to Nevermore boarding .

Me and Wednesday are fraternal twins hence why we look nothing alike despite us not looking anything alike doesn't mean we are complete opposites I just tend to show more emotions which is why switching to Nevermore had such an impact on me.

Once we pulled into the driveway to the castle like school my I could feel my stomach twist with nerves while my parents looked ecstatic about us living the life they once lived

After zoning out most of the car ride I finally came back to my senses

"This looks like a hell hole" were the first words to come out of my mouth

"I would have to agree sister" says Wednesday with a deathly look in her eyes

"Come on girls you can continue on the Addams name" mother says

"And live in your shadow?" Me and Wednesday say in sync as a rhetorical question

I tend to disassociate quite often and didn't start paying attention until we were with some blonde girl named Enid

"That over there is Bianca the closest thing nevermore has to royalty, but lately her crowns been slipping, she used to date Nevermore's tortured artist Xavier Thorpe" she says pointing over to his direction

I see a long haired male painting what it looks like crows I can't seem to look away as he turn around as we make eye contact and unfortunately as Enid continues her tour I have to be the first to break it.

That leads us to where we are now

*two months later*

“Do you think if Wednesday caught us she would be mad?”

“It’s unpredictable when it comes to Wednesday”

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Me and Xavier entered the weathervane making our presence known with the little bell above the door

“Go sit down I’ll order” he says

This was a weekly ritual for us, since we can’t be public about our relationship yet this was the only way we had alone time

I look up to see Xavier come my way

“Okay here’s your drink”

“Thank you” I smile

“Do you ever wish that we didn’t have to sneak off every time we want to be together?” He asks

“Yeah.. all the time, but I don’t know what would happen if we didn’t. Like I know the world won’t blow up, but I just don’t want my sister to hate me.”

“Let’s talk about something else”

I replied

“Did you hear that Eugene has a crush on Enid???”

I say

“No fucking way”

I nod

“That’s actually hilarious, isn’t he like 13?”

He says

“Yeah! I kinda feel bad but it’s too funny”

He chuckled as he reached over to softly kiss me.

We stay like that for a while paying no mind to the bell ring announcing someone walking in

“Does someone want to explain what is going on or am I going to have to bring out my ropes”

I hear a familiar voice say

“WEDNESDAY”

Xavier says breaking apart from my lips clearly shocked

I look over to see Wednesday standing in front of our table tense with her eye twitching next to a very confused enid

“Uhm Wednesday I promise I can explain-“

“Can you?” She cuts me off

“I’ll wait”

“Wednesday maybe we should just leave them be they looked like they were happy” Enid says trying to grab Wednesday

“Touch me again and I will make sure your hand never gets to touch anything again”

Wednesday say

“Mm” Enid squeals

“Wednesday I know you don’t like this school or anyone in it but I do, I really do and I enjoy hanging out with everyone and I enjoy the classes and I enjoy the people and quite frankly I really like Xavier.”

You say

“I am going to go back to the dorms. I do not want to see either one of you.” Wednesday says as she walks out

“Im so sorry, I’ll talk to her” Enid cringes as she quickly catches us to Wednesday

“Oh god oh god” I rub my hands over my face

“Hey shes your sister she’s not going to be mad forever” Xavier says

“ you clearly don’t know Wednesday, she holds grudges for forever” I sigh

A few hours later

We were all in Wednesday and Enid shared dorm room

“ Wednesday whether you like it or not your sister is going to find someone she loves and someone who loves her back and even if you don’t want that to happen it’s going to be the same for you” Enid says

Wednesday slowly looks up and this is the most emotion I’ve seen her have other than when her scorpion died but it quickly goes away as her face hardens and she quickly walks towards Xavier

She gets really close to him as she quietly says

“If you ever hurt her I will tie you up and make sure you have a slow excruciating death” she says just loud enough for Xavier to hear.

Xavier quickly nods as Wednesday gives him a side eye and nods towards me.

I smile as I see her walk out

“Well, personally I think that went well” I said as Enid nods in agreement

“Uh yeah sure” Xavier says, scratching the back of his head.

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[deancasbigbang]

Title: Stargazer

Author: Ryan_A

Artist: Outofthecavern

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester/others, Castiel/Inias (prior)

Length: 220000

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage (mentioned)

Tags: Biologically Necessary Submission (Bio BDSM), Dubious Consent, Dominant Castiel/Submissive Dean, Training/Rehabilitation Center, Hurt/Comfort, Doctor Castiel/Patient Dean, Age Play, Suicidal Ideation (brief), PTSD with Flashbacks, Angst with a Happy Ending

Posting Date: November 8, 2023

Summary: Dean Winchester hates his biology. When he presented as a submissive, it made him a target. From catcalling to groping to physical abuse, Dean has learned the hard way that Dominants can’t be trusted. Unfortunately, as a male—especially a tall male submissive—he’s a rare find. A gold mine to sub-trafficker Asmodeus, a ruthless Dominant with an appetite for torture who snatched Dean from outside his local bar. When Dean manages escape and is hospitalized, suffering from physical injuries and severe trauma, specialist Dr. Castiel Novak is called upon to admit Dean into his private rehabilitation center. As Castiel nurses Dean back to health, Dean faces his instinctive need to escape. Castiel is a Dominant—the enemy—but Castiel has also been kind, nurturing, and everything opposite to what Dean has come to know. But as Dean considers letting down his walls to let Castiel in, Asmodeus is in the shadows, scheming to get his prize submissive back.

Excerpt: “Are you always this bossy, Sir?” Dean says it lightly but immediately wants to pull it back—he’s gone too far this time. His shoulders curve in, anticipating a scolding, but instead he feels the warm huff of a chuckle against his skin. “Are you always so . . .” Castiel’s voice trails off, as though searching for the right word, but Dean can think of several. “Irritating? Rebellious? A pain in the ass?” Castiel’s mouth ghosts over Dean’s neck above his collar, his breath hot as he replies, “I was going to say endearing, but the others work too.” Dean snorts. “Gee, Cas, you really know how to butter a guy up.” Dean’s brain hits pause, rewinds his words to replay them, and oh my god, I just called him Cas. Not the respectful Sir, as is expected. Not even Dominant Castiel. But Cas—a nickname he has no right or permission to use. Panic darts into Dean’s stomach and self-preservation has him trying to worm his way out of Castiel’s arms. But his doctor pulls him closer, fingers pressing possessively against Dean’s belly, a leg sliding over his own and pinning him in place. “Dean . . . I like my name on your lips,” the man says, and hot damn—the rumble in that voice, thick and deep and so goddamn tantalizing—hell fucking yeah, Dean likes his name on Castiel’s lips too. And the way Castiel holds him, this kind of possessiveness—affectionate, playful, respectful—this is the kind of domination Dean would so easily submit to. Not like he’d ever say that, but he does hum in approval, in pleasure, in relief. “My precious boy, you have no idea how special you are to me.” Castiel’s voice—his words—are like syrup, medicinal yet tooth-rottingly sweet that makes Dean want to be doctored by Castiel any day of the week. And here—held by this Dominant’s gentle touch, comforted by his affectionate words, and safe in his protective embrace—the cluttered noise in Dean’s mind calms. And as he begins drifting off, one single thought remains: he never wants to let this go.

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[nietp]

CALL OUT POST: Prime

So after months (years?) of anticipation, I finally found 2 bottles of Prime, the new energy drink by Logan Paul. The only bottles I could find in France were 15€ and my dedication to the craft doesn't go that far. Today, I managed to buy 2 bottles of Prime because I wanted to give an honest review of this alpha male creation. The flavours I tried were Lime, which is usually a safe bet in the energy drink world and Ice Pop, which sounded horrible and stupid from the start. I will make a joint review for these two flavours as they don't deserve any detailed account.

Prime Lemon Lime and Prime Ice Pop: It SUCKS!!!! I can barely believe how much it sucks. I was ready to separate the art from the artist and give a positive review if it deserved it, but this is such a major scam I can only condemn both. And yeah, just like for people who buy Tesla and die in them, you could ask me: what did you expect? But unlike electric cars, energy drinks are NOT that hard to engineer!!! The fact that there are dozens of energy drink brands that basically taste the same is proof of this. So what went wrong here? I can only imagine that Logan Paul thought he was different and not like the other boys, and could change the classic recipe for something totally new and unexpected. Well maybe it's new and unexpected because it sucks and no one ever wanted this.

First problematic moment: there's no taurine in Prime. I'm honestly appalled? I don't even know what the reasoning behind this was??? I'm guessing this is basically false advertising, because Prime is sold next to other energy drinks in stores and is advertised like an energy drink, but as there's no taurine in it, it technically isn't one. I looked it up, and apparently there actually is a Prime energy drink with taurine in it, but it's not the one that's sold and advertised everywhere, so this is all just a lie. So this drink is worthless from the start. Still, as it's advertised as such, I will continue this energy drink review.

Second problematic moment: it's not carbonated. I don't know why I'd want an energy drink with no taurine and no sparkle in it. Maybe if I was someone who hated fun, pleasure and happiness?

Third problematic aspect: the taste is horrendous. The main ingredient is reconstituted coconut water, which doesn't sound very alpha male to me, and mixed with the artificial Lime flavour, it's a complete disaster. It smells exactly like dish soap. The Ice pop flavour was surprisingly marginally better, but in a way where I'd still rather drink puddle water.

Fourth problematic aspect: Mr. Logan Paul clearly wanted to imitate Monster and create a little story to put on his packaging and market his drink. I can appreciate that and I congratulate him for this endeavour. Unfortunately, you are not Monster, you can't be Monster, and you will never be Monster. The little message on the side of the drink is the sorriest little paragraph I've ever read. I quote:

"Prime was created for those that strive for iconic. To fill the void where bold, in-your-face flavor meets legendary experiences. Intense and refreshing, prime is the ultimate quencher to conquer your day. We're confident you'll live it as much as we do. Humbly, the Prime Team"

Everything about this is a) cringe b) a lie. "Strive for iconic"?????? I might be striving for it but I sure as fuck didn't find it in this bottle!!!!! What the hell does this even mean??? The flavour is NOT "in your face", it's actually not anywhere, because this bottle is actually just filled with coconut water and an absence where taurine should be.  "The void" you're trying to fill is empty for a reason. The fact that you use "legendary" earnestly in a sentence like this as if you were living in 2011 and still talked about how epic the bro-code is is painful. I GUESS you can say Prime is kind of quenching since it's 90% water? But it won't help me conquer anything without taurine in it, Logan!!!! And finally, thank god you're "humble" about it because there is nothing to be proud of in this bottle.

In conclusion, what can I say? You can think I'm a hater and I only hate this because it's the Logang!!!! Drink, but I swear that this could have been a blind tasting and I still would have despised it. To show you how magnanimous and fair I am, the only thing I can compare it to is the Zero Ultra White Monster, the only Monster I hate and can't finish. It's kind of the same taste, but worst and stupid because it has no taurine and isn't carbonated. Obviously, both Prime I tasted are hard DNF, same for my gf, who can be more forgiving that me.

This drink is a shame to the energy drink world, it doesn't deserve to be part of it, and it shouldn't exist. 0/5 stars, a mess from start to finish.

[iwannayellmyopinons]

So- I recently found out that the Buttress: a pretty popular music artist is a terf, and the shit she had been spewing is so mind-boggling it hurts.

Here are a few tweets of hers outright showing this along with her response once they were brought up.

The tweets:

The responses:

Obviously, I hate all of this. And since she wants a 'proper' argument, I'll share it here.

For one, it isn't just about playing pretend like yoj thinks it is. It is a mental battle for trans people. It isn't just 'feeling' like one sex or another. It's the physical and mental distress of feeling that your body is inherently wrong the way it is originally. Something that has caused many people to end their lives over due to how insufferable it is, with this, it's something that is only helped once the person starts to transition. So no, it isn't just pretend. It's a real struggle that you somehow claim as sexist when it honestly isn't. It doesn't fall under the definition at all. So why are you trying to undermind transpeople for trying to make it so they can look themselves in the mirror and finally feel relieved at the reflection they see?

Secondly, your definition that gender is a social concept is correct - it is, that's why non-binary/genderqueer and other genders that do not fit into either male or female exist, but your definition of actual sex is completely off the mark. You're not taking into account that a part of gender dysmorphia is in part caused by hormones, y'know- the same things you claimed help determine the biological sex of a person. That's why people who are trans need to go through hormonal treatments. To fix the physical chemical imbalances they experience. You're also not taking into account intersex people. Who are BIOLOGICALLY either both male and female or neither based on their outward genitals and reproductive organs. Hell, you aren't even taking in the fact that some women can be born with XY chromosomes, and men can be born with X chromosomes without showing any outward biogical appearances. Meaning yes, you can be STRUCTURALLY a different sex to the biogical sex you have. Granted - this is rare, but it still happens, and we have records to prove it. Meaning the only thing you're able to stand on at that point is the period thing, and even then that's fucking stupid. What about women with menopause? Are they not real women because they can't bleed between their legs anymore? What about women who take birth control and have stopped experiencing their periods thanks to it? Are they not real women?

Thirdly, your idea that since no one is being respectful towards you means you are somehow right is not proof at all, it just proves that what you're saying is so ridiculous that no one wants to take you seriously. All you're doing is spreading hate about a certain minority, and yes- being transgender is considered a minority. Just not the minority you're thinking of given your tweets. It's infact something you are very lucky enough to never experience. But let me ask you a question: What if one day - out of the blue - you suddenly gained a dick. You would still have a feminine appearance, but biogically, you were a guy. Would you be able to call yourself a man? Even if it made you physically uncomfortable/ill to be called such or even look at the new dick you had. Think long and hard about this question, hell- try to even image yourself in such a state. Then maybe, just maybe you'll share a little more respect for the people who had or are currently living like this.

Now, good day to anyone who is reading this. I'm gonna go like nice pictures.

#the buttress #trans men are real men #trans women are real women

[reptilia2003]

why do you hate pitchfork?

why do I hate pitchfork?

first off, I think music criticism as a whole is kind of odd. I do like being able to hear what other people thought of albums! But the way most criticism is constructed takes something that’s mostly subjective (taste) and tries to make it objective. I understand that ratings make for an easy way to categorize music, but theirs are confusing.

Take for instance this review of the latest little simz album—if you read it, you’ll find they criticize basically nothing. https://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/little-simz-no-thank-you/

It gets a 7.7. You can read pitchfork reviews that lavish similar amounts of praise and get 9+, and you can find ones that get 6.5. (Many have noted that they tend to knock female artists for things they don’t knock male artists for.)

taste is subjective, rating albums numerically is hard, and makes no sense a lot of times (looking at you, 5.7 rating for grammy winning album the new abnormal. not that grammys mean anything either but i think this shows that two different groups of “experts” can have wildly different opinions)

I’d say my biggest beef with pitchfork is that it seems to pride itself on being pretentious and inaccessible. (I say this as someone who is kind of pretentious about music! I look at my Last.fm and collect vinyls and listen to a lot of things that people who are Pretentious Music Enjoyers listen to!) I have no problem with big and complicated words being used in criticism—I think it’s actually good, it can help describe things in a way that simpler language can’t. But theirs ends up coming off as arrogant and almost masturbatory. We get it pitchfork—you’re Cool and Smart and Know Things and you’re therefore the Authority about music.

Take the first paragraph from their review of Alvvays’ Blue Rev. what is the point of this meandering treatise on the genre of power pop, besides to assert that they Know Things?

They follow this up with this line. So it turns out that all that stuff they just said about genre is actually unimportant! Great! Thanks for wasting a paragraph on showing off your Understanding of genre.

This attitude also tends to attract a certain type of reader. When they polled readers for their favorite 200 albums of the last 25 years, here’s what they came up with

Don’t get me wrong, there’s a lot of fantastic albums in this list. But three radiohead albums in the top five says something about your audience. (And I own two of those three on vinyl, so I fully realize I’m also the type of person I’m talking about here. but I think that also makes me more qualified to criticize it.) We go through neutral milk hotel’s in the aeroplane over the sea, sufjan stevens’ illinois, Kanye’s yeezus, Frank ocean’s channel orange, lcd soundsystem’s sound of silver (another one I own), and madvillain’s madvillainy before we get to any album made by a woman (lana del Rey’s Norman fucking rockwell, coming in at #17). This is pitchfork’s audience, and it’s who they cater to and this greatly influences how they think about music.

tldr halsey was right.

#also sometimes they give albums that I like bad ratings and it makes me mad 😌 #retract your 5.9 for Sam’s town RIGHT NOW

[cosplayproblemsposts]

Spray paint

Rumors spread like wildfire, especially the mysterious spraypaint artist struck once again.

Male character x male reader.

(polyamorous)

Staff members gesture first years away from the scene while other students took photos of the newfound mural. The colorful mural sat on the side of the gym "Move along!" teachers call as a swarm of students moves along.

You grin down at your phone as your piece of work blows up "Hey, Y/N over here!" Isaac your library Buddie waves you over to a nearby shelf. "We're are meant to be devoted librarians, not screen zombies" you hobble on the heels of your shoes "Sorry Isaac just a little distracted".

Reorganizing books gave you some form of peace whenever Harry acts like a total twit...let's just say you're his younger brother. Your navy blue phone rings "It's Harry" Isaac looks at your screen. "Thanks, Isaac" you pick up your phone from the table "I'll be right back" Isaac hums.

"What do you want?" Harry groans from the other side of the phone "I just want to know are you stopping by Lunas on the way home". Ugh, Luna smith Harry's little crush "Harry just ask her out!" Harry starts ranting, and for the truth, if he wasn't your brother you would have hung up "Are you done?". Silences that's all you need "Okay, she'll be at your party so just ask her out and stop annoying me!".

End of the call "What a fucking nutta" you took advantage of the little phone call and checked out social media with a grin. "Did you know Y/N gay" you froze once you hear two first-years whisper to each other "I know..." you don't even allow him to finish his sentence for the fear of a certain slur coming out of his mouth. You spin around to face the back of these two first years "WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT!" the two boys freeze "ANSWER ME!" and of course, they run away.

You felt panic riddle your spine 'it was just a stupid game of spin the bottle' you thought. You practically thrust your bag over your shoulder "Y/N's are you Okay?" you nod and breathed out a yeah and made your leave. "Wait, what about your library duties?" Isaac calls out instead of chasing you "I've to leave".

The sound clicking of you typing for your mother to pick you up while the voice of Harry your older brother kept on playing repeat. "Hey!, Springs is a fag " you felt scared for these were rumors and you didn't know how long they'd been around. Harry's one of the biggest bullies and his your big brother which makes it worst even though you're both a few months apart doesn't mean anything for his still the oldest. Whilst speed walking down the hall you round the corner a little too fast and collided with a fellow student.

"Ah shit, I'm so sorry I was just in a rush and-" Charlie tunes out your rumbling and watches you collect the fallen items. He stares at your lips and how they moved as you ramble on and on "Here!" you present his things to him "Oh, uh...thanks". "Again I'm sorry for uh.." you gesture to the corner and him along with his things "This?...yeah this" you help the curly-haired boy up.

You give him a pat on the shoulder and dash off in a hurry "Bye" Charlie replies to no one.

Wireless headphones in you blast music as you sat in the back as your mother tries to get your attention "Honey!" she lightly taps your knee when she stops at a red light. You remove your headphones the moment you saw her worried eyes "What's wrong? are you going to talk to me or are you gonna leave me in the dark?".

You hum in sync with your shrug "What's bothering you honey and BE honest with me". You hate how she sees through you but then yet again you are just like her in a way "Rumors" she hums and returns to paying attention to the road ahead of her. "I figured, your sitting in the back ignoring your dear old mummy" you groan and flick your eyes to the passing blurs outside your window.

"What kind of rumors?" you place your forehead on the window and sighed so loud it was obnoxious "Did I overreact by texting you?". Your mother shook her head "Don't change the subject and I don't know" you honestly wish Harry wouldn't say anything but your phone says otherwise. "Rumors spreading of me being gay" your mother falls silent and you didn't want this silence and you don't want your phone to make so much noise.

"Well is it a bad thing?" now it's your turn to fall silent "These rumors just states what you fear to be true" if your could you would jump out of the car but you can't. "What are you talking about?" your mother laughs "Now, do you really believe I wouldn't notice something different". "I...I don't know what your talking about" your mothers swats her free hand and giggles like some high school girl which makes you pout "MUM!".

You lift yourself from your leaning position and stare at her "Me and your father notice how different you act with certain boys and girls". You made a noise "And no you are not gay for I know you still like girls and no I know you aren't bisexual, while your father thinks otherwise but you know" you didn't want to talk about these things. "Allow them to talk but no matter what you'll always be my sweet boy and your father is fine with it as well, as long you don't bring back a loud blonde home okay?" you stare at the cell of the car.

Your vision becomes blurry "Hun? are you-" her reflection of her eyes in the review mirror sees you and she heard a small sniffle. "Oh, Honey please don't cry or I'm gonna cry" you tempted to wipe your tears away but nothing happened "I'm sorry Ma" oh great voice cracked.

The night of the party you didn't want to attend Harry's sixteenth birthday at all but your father convinced you and now here you sat with a red plastic cup that you see in movies. Texting your library buddy and friend Isaac Henderson "I've never been bored in my entire life before until now" you whisper your text message before clicking send. The three bubbles appear, signaling his replying "Can't he type faster...please?" you mutter, but the loud music breaks it up into a faint wordless sigh.

The spot next to you sink underneath someone's weight "uh...Hey" an unfamiliar voice says so you swive your attention to the curly-haired boy. The guy you ram into "Hey, corner ramp and I'm truly sorry for bumping into you really" he waves a hand at you "Oh, no need to worry I'm fine". Silence fell over you two and if it wasn't for your phone dinging then you would have felt stupid.

"Your friends with Isaac?" you look at this year ten in the eyes and nod "Well...uh we're more than library buddies" you made him chuckle. "He talks about you and half of the things he says...I don't know if it is true" oh because of Harry "Because of Harry, nope I'm better than him. I promise, here we'll picky swear just to seal the deal".

Timidly he reaches out and sticks out his picky and you do the same "I picky swear I'm nothing like my knob of a brother and you...are Charlie?." Charlie nods. "Charlie now knows half of the stuff Isaac had said is indeed true" you give his picky a little squeeze with the help of your own picky which seals the deal.

Nelson appeared and sat beside Charlie "Charlie and wow why are you talking to him?" Charlie immediately shakes his head. "Oh, no I'm fine, and he is my friend?" Charlie looks at you which made you nod repeatedly.

That night you have grown close to the two which lead to you absently mindedly forgetting what your brother was to you.

"So it's true" you frown at Harry's words while staring at the bowl of cereal "What?". Harry rolls his eyes as if your SUPPOSE to know "You and little Charlie" you grow even more confused and somewhat angry "Charlies my friend". "Well, you better tell him that, it's obvious the rumors aren't true" Harry gestures to you.

"What do you know about friendship" Harry shoots you a look like it was a warning "I'm just saying, mate it's obvious Charlie has feelings for you". 'Why would he assume that? and why is he telling me to dump my only valid and accurate friend?' you thought "You can't say much". "Some of your mates are jerks and their only friends with you because of your money" Harry scoffs "And Charlie's friends with you because he thinks you're a fag like h-".

You didn't allow him to finish his sentence instead you project your breakfast in his face. The whole event replayed in your head: milk and cornflakes drenched your older brother who replied with a left hook. You've never fought your brother before and your parents knew but the yelling of both parties lead to them pealing you off of Harry.

You sat in the library with your headphones full blast and a book overshadowing your face. Two shadows overcast you with concern and with a little tap of Nick's shoe you would have thought it was an illusion at play.

They sat on either side of you on the floor of the library, here you are stuck in the middle, Charlie removes your headphones. "Everyone can hear your music, not gonna lair that's a bit embarrassing" Charlie tries to make you smile or at least chuckle but nothing. Charlie looks at Nick for help so the freckle-infest boy slowly and gently removes the book from the silent boy's face.

Charlie gasps and Nick blinks "I...what happened?" Nick was the first to talk as Charlie scoots a little closer. Nick follows "I'm sorry I didn't mean to lie" both of the boys frowns "what do you mean?".

"About us" Nick makes an 'oh' noise as Charlie finally reaches for your hand "Harry just...I'm sorry".

"Okay, you both have to stop with the s-word," Nick says which made you chuckle, "you think so Nicky". "Your older brother is a knob nothing else, let us be honest he has nothing on you" Nick quips Charlie nods in agreement.

Once again the same scene played out, teachers ushering students away and flashes of phones. Swarm of students waltzing around or being ushered away "I like this piece" Isaac says as you grin. "Of course, three souls made into one" Henderson smiles "You deserve this win, C'mon I'm hungry" you made an 'oh yeah' noise before following after him.

Three skeleton males can be seen holding each other in an embrace of colors and the backdrop of a cotton candy color.

"Three souls made into one"

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