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yawnderu · 6 months

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Thin Walls — Keegan P. Russ x Reader

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There were rare times Keegan felt like he may have chosen the wrong job. Right now? Covered in dirt and grime, seeking shelter in an abandoned building with the rest of the ghosts after a particularly hard mission was one of those moments. What was supposed to be a three hour mission went downhill and turned into four long days of chasing down an enemy for intel.

The first thing he did as soon as the building was cleared was to fish for his phone, reading the thread of messages he had from you; ranging from telling him about your day, to complaining about missing him and how he owes you a shopping spree for going dark. He rolled his eyes, a deep chuckle rumbling out of his chest and escaping his lips. A new text caught his attention, scrolling down to read it.

Brat: [16:38]

I see you online, can we ft? Papa wants to see u :)

He stares at your message for a few seconds, considering his chances. Keegan looks like shit— eye black smudged messily all over his face, uniform dirty and muddy, a streak of dried up blood dripping down his forehead, and icy blue eyes so tired you would think he died and was never informed. He didn't want you or your father; his best friend, to see him at his worst.

Glucose Father: [16:40]

Sorry princess, signs too shitty for that. Send me some pics of that bratty face and maybe I'll take you shopping when I'm back?

He internally cringed at the text, rarely even using his phone unless it was to text your father and you. His fingers tap on the sides of his phone as he waited for a reply, putting the idle chatter of the ghosts in the back of his mind as he went to another room with the excuse of being able to get some sleep once and for all.

For a second, he ignored the phone vibrating in his hand, leaning against the wall and sitting down with a groan, sore muscles finally able to rest, even if only for a few hours.

Brat [16:43]

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His tired eyes drifted down to his phone, opening the message and being received by the sight of you, a smile adorning your pretty face. His gaze softened and his pants tightened as he noticed you wearing one of his shirts, fitting into it so much better than he could. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, listening to the chatter on the other side of the thin wall before his free hand drifted down to his growing bulge, holding back a groan as he palmed his sensitive cock over his pants.

"Fuck..." He whispered, hesitantly lowering his fly enough to pull his dick out, gloveless hand feeling the length of it before he started stroking slowly, moving his hand up and down while he looked at your pictures. They were completely innocent pictures, really, simply showing your pretty face and bright smile, yet he couldn't help it.

He was trying his best to be quiet despite how good jerking off felt after so much stress. His head was tilted back against the wall, eyes screwed shut as his mind came up with the filthiest fucking images, thinking of your lips wrapped around his cock, struggling to take him as he fucked your face. He could just imagine the noises that would come out of you as his thick dick was shoved all the way down your throat, a deep growl coming out of his lips as his rough fingers massaged his tip, spreading the leaking precum and using it as lube to jerk off better.

He swapped to another photo of you smiling brightly at the camera, holding up a piece sign. What a fucking sight for sore eyes. He imagined your pretty face glazed in his thick white cum, tongue tainted by his seed. His hand involuntary moved faster and harder up and down his cock, applying more pressure with each stroke until he had to bite his lip to stop himself from making too much noise, aware enough of the thin walls.

He couldn't wait to go back home to you, making you cuddle up to him and holding you like a lifeline, the plush of your ass pressing up against his cock as you allowed him to grope you, his hands grasping at as much as he could grab while his hard clothed cock rubbed against your ass. You're killing me, brat.

A deep, low moan came out of his lips his cock twitched in his hand, balls tightening up as ropes of thick, white cum shot out, covering his hand. He squeezed his cock a little bit tighter, making sure all his cum was out, taking another look at your pretty face in the selfies before he began cleaning up.

Evidence hidden and with his cock back in his pants he stepped back into the room with the other ghosts, instantly met with the amused faces of Ajax and Kick, clearly holding in their laughter.

"Had some fun, bro?" Ajax asked, not even able to hold in his laugh anymore, Kick following right after.

"Yeah, yeah." Keegan grumbled, rolling his eyes as he sat down and pulled out his flask.

"Next time I'll do it in the same room as you motherfuckers." Logan's frown deepened.

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jistagrams · 30 days

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Nerdy jisung..... def would be sitting in his car listening to some rnb singer like frank ocean or sza, talking to eachother as the music hums in the background, car was barley dirty. Looks way to clean to be owned by some 22 year old in college, little do you know he had taken it to get washed and cleaned the day before you guys hung out. you both went on random subjects, but he can't get one thing out of his head. that thing was your stupid little dress you had on, sure u wanted to look all pretty for some nerd you had seen in the book store looking at some kid reading level Lego book. Thought he was cute so you asked him on a date, 4 weeks later and 6 dates here you are. Talking to jisung who won't take it a step further cause he wants to move "slow". Right he wants to move slow. So why is he thinking about how sweet you taste, or how pretty your moans would be. He's thought every disgusting thing you could imagine, he's thought about you in the shower as his whines fill up the room, thought about you right before bed as he opened up his photos and scrolled to your very own album that lies in his phone, labeled "💗" cute you had thought when you had saw it on his phone while he sheepishly went on Instagram once you saw it, little did you know he used all the e pictures of you together to get off to when he's alone at night, when you spent the night just that one time because it was raining, he held back every fiber in his body to not quickly run to the bathroom to drop his load. Anyways. Back to your dress. Too short, wayyyy to short for jisung to act like he doesn't even realize. what you realized was him spaced out, "you good ji?" your soft voiced brought him back to reality, "uhm yea, was just thinking" he shyly says as red fills his cheeks. "u sure? Kinda look like a tomato" you teased softly, uncrossing your legs immediately jisung notices, one more move and im gonna lose it. He was right, once you let out a soft sigh while stretching he couldn't be silent anymore, 4 weeks was surely enough...right? "yn, I can't hold myself back anymore please let me touch you" he whined unbuckling his seatbelt, you smile and laugh softly, unbuckling yours soon after. "was hoping you'd say something, wore this dress to get you to fuck me" you smile, sliding over onto his lap mid sentence, "fuckkkkk, it definitely worked cus there's no way your leaving my car without me getting to fuck the living shit out of u" he says while holding your hips down, "always thought of u as a lil virgin loser" you whined softly when he started moving his hips up. "May look like one, but trust me baby i definitely know what I'm doing" he plants hickeys on your neck, sliding your panties to the side as you unzip his pants.

"I know damn well jisung didn't give you all of those hickeys"

"you'd be surprised what that man has done."

"....what?"

"js know he definitely isn't a nerd."

#jistagrams rants #kpop #kpop smut #jistagrams answers #nct imagines #nct x reader #RAHHHHHHH NERD JISUNG #nct dream smut #jisung smut #had this thought while watching doctor slump...how? idk dont ask me

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oh-katsuki · 6 months

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your cup of espresso sits untouched and cooling on the dinner table. you have it after dinner every night, one sugar cube evenly dissolved through the mixture, giving it an almost syrupy flavor that is lovely to sip. it's bitter, but the right kind of bitter, and somehow so impossibly sweet. a perfect finish to the day.

the black screen of your phone sits unobtrusively beside your wrist. you pick it up idly, illuminating it with a quick tap of your finger. a few new notifications, instagram, snapchat, texts, twitter notifications you don't care about. nothing really all too pressing.

you tap to open up your contacts, scrolling and coming to a stop at his name. gojo satoru with a little red heart beside it.

at first, you only tap on it to look. it's not really like you had any plan to text or ring him. you just wanted to look at his contact card, maybe stare for a few minutes at the smiling, half ugly photo of him set as his contact picture. you're in the background of it, grabbing his upper arm to get his attention. it's a photo from a work meetup and nanami took it. somehow, it's come to mean a lot more to you than just a contact photo. you sigh, contemplating the phone call and then, without much fanfare, you click the button.

it rings in your ear as you put it up to the side of your head. your heart pounds in your chest, waiting for the ringing to come to a stop, maybe to hear his voice. it's been a long while since he's answered your calls though and you let out a humorless laugh as his voicemail plays.

"hey, you've reached gojo satoru. sorry i missed your call, i'm just soooo busy—" someone interrupts him, "hey can't you see im recording my voicemail message?" there's a small noise and then he's back, closer now. "—anyway, leave a message at the beep and maybe i'll call you back."

he'd set it in high school and his voice is a familiar and delightful higher pitch. you'd always told him that he needed to change it to something more mature, but he'd always blink at you and give you the same answer.

"who the hell would be calling me?" he'd say. "think i'm applying for another job or something?"

and you could never really argue with it. sure, you could've told him that it was immature, but at the end of the day he was right. it's not like he'd ever planned to change professions and professional conduct meant fuck-all when he was the strongest sorcerer of the modern age.

"hey," you start, clearing your throat, "it's me again. i don't know why i thought you'd actually answer my call this time, just sort of felt like you would. it was nice to hear your voice though, even if it was your voicemail message."

you run your finger along the grain in the wood of your table, tracing its intricate pattern with a light touch.

"i made that strawberry shortcake thing today." you're not really sure why you're telling him that. "you know, the one with the cream instead of frosting. it was good, kinda hard to make the actual cake though. the house smells good now. but yeah, i had a day off for once so i just sort of... hung around." you can feel your bottom lip growing raw with the way you chew on it between sentences. there's not really a reason that you called him. nothing particularly interesting has happened to you, let alone anything he'd care about, but you just felt like talking. still do, even if it's to his voicemail box, and you continue speaking into it about your day.

you like to think he couldn't be bothered to answer the phone. lazy, in some way, to answer your needy call. you like to think that maybe he'd seen the call, his phone ringing on the counter, from where he was in the shower. he'll listen to your voicemail and call you when he's out and dry to ask about trying the cake, maybe.

"would have been nice to see you. it's been like... two months since we've met up. i know you're probably busy though. doing whatever it is you do on the weekend, not that i really know anymore."

the kitchen light suddenly seems too bright, casting its artificial yellow glow down on the center of your table. you reach up to rub your temples. there's a dull throb beginning behind your eyes and in the bridge of your nose. it's almost like you're about to cry and as you sniffle quietly into the receiver, you can feel the swell of emotions as it rises in you.

"i really miss you, satoru," you say with a defeated sigh. "i know i probably sound like a broken record and that your phone storage must really be taking a hit, but i do. you probably get a kick out of knowing that though," the laugh that comes from you is muddled as your nose begins to run, and you reach quickly to wipe it. "wish you'd call me back. or come home, maybe. it's funny, i keep thinking that you'll come in the door any minute and the feeling never really... stops."

you clear your throat again, putting your tongue in your cheek and steeling your nerves a little.

"well, i'll let you go now," you swallow, laughing a little like the statement is silly. he's not really on the phone. it doesn't matter all that much how long the voicemail is. "stop before the voicemail lady cuts me off. but yeah, i just wanted to call. i keep hoping that you'll pick up. who knows, right?"

there's a short pause and then you inhale, straightening your back.

"i love you," you say. "always have. i'll call you tomorrow too, so... yeah. i love you, satoru. bye."

you pull your phone away from the side of your face, clicking the end call button a little too quickly before putting it face down on the table. it's comforting to call him, but it hurts too. there's always the hope that he'll answer. that by some miraculous turn of events, the ringing will stop short and he'll draw out a hello in a pleasant tenor hum. of course, he'd know exactly who's calling. satoru always did.

maybe you'll pay him a visit tomorrow, say all of this directly to him, though you haven't had the courage yet to visit that little stone plaque. it's a little too hard, for now. it's easier to think that he's ignoring your calls than incapable of answering them all together.

someday, his voicemail will fill up and you'll have to confront the truth. it will fill up, you'll be greeted by the voice mailbox full message, and there will be no one on the other end to clear it.

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nerdyjournals · 1 month

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SCORPIUS

Genre: mystery

Y/N Notes: they/them, female presenting

Ship: DECIDED BUT SECRET

Summary: After one friend is reported dead and the other reported missing, the remaining 7 have to put together their last actions in order to figure out what happened.

The group settled back into their seats as their phones dinged with a new message.

"How do we even know this is Minho?" Seungmin asked. "For all we know, this could be someone using his phone."

"But what if it's not?" Jisung hummed. "He may not be as active as we are, but I know Minho. If he's pressed for time, he's sending everything at once."

"What about these errands?"

"Y/N always talked about her G.O.D bag and Info-folder anytime she was about to go somewhere sketchy or meet a date off the internet. She drilled it into our heads every single time."

"G.O.D bag?" Felix asked.

"It's her Get-Outta-Dodge Bag. It has clothes, toiletries, and copies of all her documents in case she couldn't take them."

"As cool as it is they're prepped for doomsday, I think we're overlooking the high implications of something," Jeongin said as they turned to him. "Y/N's alive."

"If she's alive, where is she?" Felix turned to Chan. "Any ideas?"

Chan wasn't listening. His fingers were already typing in the number. His heart pounded against his chest, feeling like it was trying to burst with all the anxiety and worry filling him.

His laughter confused them. They couldn't understand how he was so giddy right now.

"Chan?" Jeongin caught his attention again. "What's our next move?"

"Do what he says." He slid his phone down the table, letting them all read it as relief began to fall on their faces. "We're about to play a game."

Felix and Seungmin pulled up to the Han River, silently scratching their heads. The place had over one dozen tteokbokki stands. How were they supposed to find the right one?

"Anything?" Seungmin asked, pulling out his phone.

"Nothing yet." Felix looked around before scrolling through Y/N's social media again. There wasn't much to work off of, but he believed there to be a hint hidden in there. "There!" He pulled up a photo. "It's the stand near the bridge."

"How certain are you?"

"Like 70%."

Their feet slapped against the pavement as they ran towards their next clue.

An older woman was closing up her stand for a break as they approached. Seeing their frazzled look, she waved them down and held out a small laptop case.

"You two are friends with Y/N, yes?" She asked as they nodded. "Her boy came and said you would be by for this. Told me to tell you 'fruit cove' too. Whatever that means."

"Thank you ma'am." Seungmin said, as Felix took the case. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

They walked back up to their car, settling in before Felix looked into the bag and pulled out a file.

"Min, you're gonna want to see what they put in here."

Han rocked on his feet half an hour later, watching as trains roared through the station. Y/N's duffle hung from his shoulder, filled with all her essential G.O.D items.

Someone tapped his shoulder. He froze before recognizing the familiar pattern being pressed into the muscle.

Turning around, he felt relief as Minho stood there with his hands in his pockets. The man was covered in bruises; one stemming from his left cheek bone and another blooming around his right eye. His knuckles were wrapped in gauze that still had speckles of blood covering them.

"Are you okay?" That was the first question out of Jisung's mouth. "How's Y/N?"

"They're safe. Alive and safe." He watched Jisung deflate with a deep exhale before holding out on arm. "Come here."

The boy melted into his side.

"You guys are gonna give Chan gray hair."

"Too late. I've seen them." They laughed as Minho took hold of the bag. "I gotta go. Y/N needs me."

"Why can't we go with you?"

"The less people who know about her right now, the better. Besides me, it's only her family and now you guys. Which brings me to the most important thing I'll say today," he grabbed Jisung by the face to make him pay attention, "DO NOT talk about them out loud after leaving here today. Someone is looking to finish what they started and if they do, it won't be pretty for anyone."

"Can you at least tell me why the secrets?"

"Not right now. Just go to the fruit cove with the others when you can, okay?"

With one more pat on Jisung's head, Minho went to board a waiting train and disappeared into the distance.

The boy on the platform reached up to tug at the chain around his neck. It brought him a sort of comfort to feel the two magnets on the side of the charm, knowing exactly who wore the matching pieces.

'Fruit cove,' he mouthed before gasping out in realization.

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hunnitastic · 1 year

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💔It Should Be Me💔

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||Hello! I wanted to show off a preview for my new Welcome Home fanfic! The full story will only be posted on ao3 but, I will be posting updates on here as well! I hope you enjoy a little sneak peek!||

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(Art by @/partycoffin)

Third person p.o.v

Life was never perfect. It can be cruel and taunting sometimes. There are days were you never wanted to roll out of bed and go about your day. To just stay inside and isolate yourself from the world. To be alone with your thoughts. Sheltered by your dark conflicting emotions teasing you.

You sat on your bed, knees brought up to your chest. Hair messily done and face streaked with tear stains. You stayed like this from the morning till later afternoon. Ignoring the calls and multiple spamming of text messaged from your phone. You sat silent, listening to the ticking of your wall clock and the sounds that poured from the crack of your window. Shivering at the cool breeze that snuck its way inside.

What was it that made you lock yourself up like this you ask. Well, for that, we'd have to go back to 2 years ago...

Where everything was perfectly bliss for you.

(2 YEARS AGO)

It was cool Monday morning. You groggily rolled out of bed smacking the snooze button of your alarm clock. You stretch and let out a loud yawn while scratching your back. You looked at the time. You had 2 hours to yourself before you had to get ready for work. You walked out of your bedroom and straight to the kitchen were you prepared to make yourself a cup of plain coffee. You turned on the t.v in your living room for background noise as you made yourself some toasted frozen waffles for breakfast. You hummed taking in the bitter aroma of fresh coffee and toasted waffles.

You sat down at your kitchen tables and pulled out your phone scrolling through your unread messages. After responding you glanced up at a portrait that hung up on your wall. A smile making its way to your face. It was a group photo of you and your friends at your high-school graduation. Your group has been together since elementary. And you were glad to have met every single one of them.

First There was your best gal pal Julie. She was the biggest sweetheart you have ever met. She would invite you to every birthday party and sleepover or even invite you to just go over to her house and play some games and watch movies. You couldn't count how many times you played barbie with her. You would have lost track.

Next there was your best bud Barnaby. Barnaby was always there for you whenever you struggled with your confidence. Whether it be at p.e or during school projects. He would always pair up with you to make you feel more comfortable.

Then there was Sally. The brightest person you ever met. She was the first person who befriended you when you joined theater for the first time. Her upbeat energy and positive would always lift up your mood whenever you felt out of place.

There's also frank. You always called frank the know-it-all of the group. You became friends with him when he was being bullied on the school playground and you came to his aid and scared the bullies away. Once you both entered middle school frank was always your go to for any kinds of homework you struggled with. He would always host study sessions at his house. Frank was your special study buddy.

There is also poppy! You always saw her as the mother of the group. She would always worry whenever you would play dangerous games or run around too fast. She would always care bandages in her backpack whenever you fell. She was a bit of a worry-wart but you knew she always meant well. She was there for you during your hard times in high-school whenever your mother was too busy to be with you.

Up next was Howdy! Just like poppy he was kind of like the father of the group. He would scold you, Julie and barnaby for playing too many pranks in class or fooling around too much while playing outside. He would always clean up your messes even though he never had to. You were so greatful to have met someone as kind as howdy.

Next in line was Eddie! You met eddie when he first transfered to your elementary school. He was sitting by himself working on some arts and crafts. And so you joined him to color! Ever since then whenever you had an art project you always went to Eddie for help or advice. Of course Eddie was also a bit clumsy so whenever you would play he was the one who would always fall down the most. You loved playing and coloring with eddie.

And last...was Wally...your precious best friend Wally Darling. You've known wally since you were practically in diapers. You were the closest childhood friends of the group. Anytime you walked to and from school wally would always join you. Holding hands and happily skipping down the sidewalk. You always told each other secrets and hanging out in each other's rooms during family parties or get togethers. Wally was the first person you trusted. The first person you felt comfortable being yourself around. You loved being his friend. But when muddled school came around you started seeing wally in a different way. Your palms would always get sweaty, your heart would beat out your chest and you would be completely tounge tied whenever he was around you. You had no clue what was going on. It wasn't until Julie and barnaby had caught on to your change of behavior. Explaining how you started to like wally more than friends. Ever since you started crushing on your best friend you found it hard to express your feelings for him. Even with the help of your 2 wing men, that being Julie and barnaby, things would always go wrong.

And to this very day you have never confessed.

But that doesn't matter now! Now that you're grown up and living on your own, you and your friends managed to stay close. You all worked at a very well known supermarket known as "Welcome Home Grocery Store". You and Julie worked as cashiers since neither of you could focus or be near enough to stock up the aisles. Howdy and barnaby worked as stockers, since they were tall enough to reach the highest shelves. Frank would help with shipments since he was very well organized. Sally would be in charge of displays around the store as well as lending a hand with frank during busy shipment days. Poppy works at the bakery and sometimes offers a hand with stocking on slow days. Eddie was the assistant manager and your good old best friend Wally was General Manager.

Most people wouldn't enjoy going to work. But being able to see your friends everyday made it all worth it. Even with difficult customers or fast paced days you enjoyed being with your friends.

After your waffles were done toasting you quickly put them on a plate. Topping them with some fruit and whipped cream with a little bit of syrup. You poured yourself a cup of coffee, mixed in some cream and sugar and went to your living room. Sitting down criss cross on your couch and ate your breakfast while you flipped through the channel before leaving it on some cartoons.

After finishing your breakfast you checked the time on your phone. Letting out a yell, seeing that you were gonna be late if you didn't change now, you quickly dumped your dishes in the sink and rushed to get ready. You slipped on your work shirt that was laying on the floor. Slightly wrinkled. You made a mental note to do laundry later this week. Stumbling around as you slipped on a pair of khakis. Bumping into furniture. You looked at your phone once more. "Shit." You cursed as you quickly slipped your worn out shoes on. You stood up and did a quick smell check. You had no time to shower so some deodorant and body spray will have to do for now.

Looking in the mirror making sure you looked neat and clean, you grabbed your phone, keys and bag. You slid down the hallway, running into the wall. You quickly rushed towards your front door. Pulling it open and slamming it shut making sure to lock it before you hurried to your car. You opened and closed the door. Putting in the key you started the car up and looked at the rear view mirror. You fixed yourself a little more before backing out of the driveway. Mentally preparing yourself for another day at work. Wondering what surprises were to come today.

||Hope you enjoyed the preview! Once I finish the first chapter ill be posting a link to the story! If there's anything you'd like to see in this story feel free to let me know!||

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itsscromp · 5 months

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A close friend

Completely came out of the blue while listening to this song so to add effect, please don’t play it until I say so, but for now enjoy some roller coaster of emotions 🥲🥲 warnings: slight angst, MWIII spoilers and Google translated gaelic. word count:1K

Johnny's death rocked you all in many ways, Simon became distant and closed off, Gaz delved deep into his work in order to push the pain down, Price as well. But you... his death hit you the hardest.

It was a simple mission, In and out, defuse the bomb and then find Makarov, But it all went downhill when he showed up... shooting Johnny in the head, you let out the most heartbreaking scream Simon could've heard as you finished off Makarov and went over to Johnny's body. Hearing Price say KIA broke everything in you, Word's that you knew could happen but feared to hear... Your best friend... was dead.

You hid in your room back on base, lying on your bed, only getting up to go to the bathroom, You didn't even touch the food that Price or Gaz had left outside your door. Even the thought of heading to his funeral or the ash spreading was enough to break you down, Worst of all, the guilt that came with everything. Even so, you began to hear his voice and see him whenever you looked in the mirror. Making the guilt inside you worsen.

What if you were just a little faster, What if it was you instead of him... All the what if's clouded your judgment for the better, You got him in this position, you practically got him killed.

Price went to your door, Gently knocking on it. "Kiddo... You doing ok ??" He knew the answer when you weren't answering. "I... I know it's been hard... but we're here for you... All of us" He gently reminded you.

You wanted to reach out for him, for Simon, for Gaz... You wanted to be enveloped in their loving arms but the guilt racked up in you made you think otherwise... you shouldn't... not after what happened.

One night you slowly passed out after scrolling through photos of you and Johnny, softly crying yourself to the point of exhaustion. When you fell asleep, your dreams tend to be for the past week... reliving those horrifying moments... time after time... But this time... it was different, you woke up in a field of grass mixed in with some flowers, finding a single tree that provided shaded relief from the warm sun. You circled around it, seeing the green leaves flow with the wind. But then... You saw something... what looked like a figure... The figure then started to move in the distance. As it got closer and closer the features of the figure became more apparent, tattoo on the right forearm, scar on the chin, bright blue eyes... and... a mohawk.

"J... Johnny..." it barely came out a whisper as you said it.

"Hey y/n" He smiled seeing you.

(Now you can play the song 😢)

Tears began to fill your eyes as you saw him, smiling, unharmed. The guilt inside you began to emerge as you then fell on your knees, sobbing into your hands.

"Hey hey, what's wrong Caraid ??" (Buddy)

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." You said through your sobs. "I let you down... I got you killed..." You began to cry a little louder as said it.

"Oh come here lad" He softly said as he gently brought you into his arms, hearing his heartbeat, it was like... he was actually there. You continued to cry as he held you, gently rocking you.

You looked up at him through your teary eyes and Johnny, returning a smile, softly wiping your tears away. "None of everything was your fault y/n. You did everything that you could to protect me. All of you" He softly reminded you as you looked down, gently nodding.

"But... But" You sniffled

"Shhhh, I promise you did everything in your power y/n" He gently kissed your forehead which made you start to cry again softly, not out of guilt, but out of grief.

He still held you as you began to cry until you couldn't. Once you stopped crying you sat up, looking at him. "I... I don't know what to do... I'm lost without you Johnny" You looked at him.

"The road will be long and hard, But the others will be there for you, to help pick you up and dust you off" He smiled "You'll be the strong and vibrant Scotsman warrior again, It'll just take some time ok ??"

You nodded softly as he then gently cupped your cheeks, soon pinching them. "Come on, where's your smile" He messed with you playfully, like he always did. You began to show a small smile. "Oh I see it lad"

"No..."

"Oh yeah ??" He smirked and then began to tickle your sides, hearing a small laugh from you, soon it became louder and louder. Seeing you smile again made his world a little brighter. But then he became a bit sad.

"Johnny ??"

"I gotta go now" He said as he gently took your hand.

"No... Please stay..." Tears started to emerge again.

"Y/n, I'll be ok. My Seanmhair and Seanair are here with me, they'll look out for me. Just like the others will too, Y/n, I will always be with you, In here" He pointed to your head. "and in here" He pointed to your heart. Making you cry again, hugging him tightly. (Grandma and Grandpa)

"I miss you, Johnny... I love you so much..." You sobbed.

"I miss you too y/n, Tha gaol agam ort cuideachd a charaid" (I love you too buddy) He gently let go and then smiled at you before beginning to walk away.

You watched as he walked away, becoming a blur in the distance before then... there was nothing at all. Everything then went black again before you opened your eyes. All... but a dream.

While the heartache was still there, seeing him regardless made you a little bit better. None of it was your fault, You did everything you could. Just like he said. You then emerged from your room, going to the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water.

Gaz then saw you and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "Everything ok ??" You felt tears emerge as you then turned around, hugging him tightly and softly crying, Gaz returned the hug, gently rubbing your back as you continued to cry. You then felt 2 more pairs of arms wrap around you. Johnny was right, they would all be here for you. You all would carry his memories, He would always be here.

A/N: I cried multiple times writing this.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #john mactavish x reader #soap cod #soap x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #Spotify

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yetanothersparrowofthedawn · 2 months

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Now That We Don't Talk

Masterlist

Extended Masterpost

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing: ex!Jake x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, ex!Jake

Synopsis: idk at this point, sorry. But here’s the jest of it: Breaking up sucks ass.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come.

Previous Track: Hits Different (coming soon..)

Chapter soundtrack: Now That We Don’t Talk – Taylor Swift

(By the way, for every ‘Chapter Soundtrack’, basically the idea is that it’s a song that YN eventually wrote with that chapter of her life in mind) Listen to the song, it's basically the entire chapter, I do not have a creative bone in my body, babes.

Guess this is how it was to be Now that we don't talk

Late at night, Y/N found herself lying on her kitchen floor. She scrolled through her phone, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows across her face.

The press had been relentless; capturing glimpses of the lead guitarist of Greta Van Fleet, at various events and gatherings. Well, it was either that or her algorithm was fucked.

She found herself immersed in the snippets of his life presented by the media. His presence, magnetic as ever, effortlessly parting the crowd like the Red Sea in fan edits.

YN, herself hadn’t gone out in a while, choosing to steer clear from the limelight after a couple of nights of binge-drinking had gone more public than she would’ve liked.

Her red eyes captured by flashing lights as she was ushered into a cab by a friend of hers had made the front page for a week. Let’s just say the Sad Girl Era fans had branded her with, wasn’t exactly the kind of publicity she’d wanted out there.

She couldn't help but wonder if he, too, ever got anxious, while on his way home. Did he absentmindedly make a wrong turn towards the street they used to live on? Did he ever, for a fleeting moment, take a hand off the steering wheel to rest it on her thigh, only to find it was no longer there?

Stalking him online had become a guilty indulgence, a masochistic act that she couldn't resist. She lingered a little too long on his Instagram, scrolling through the curated moments of his daily life.

She noticed his hair, even longer than before, framing the features she used to trace with her fingertips. She observed the familiar furrow of his brow as he performed, a guitar pin between his teeth.

From the outside, it all painted a picture of a life moving forward. She remained on the periphery, a quiet observer of the world she used to inhabit. She caught short glimpses of his social life, photos of shared laughs with musicians they once mocked together, videos of studio sessions with a producer he’d once told to fuck off forever.

The bitter truth hung heavy in the air. She no longer had a say in the choices he made, the life he embraced. The silence between them was deafening. She had become an outsider, left outside in the rain, looking through a window at the life of a boy she once knew.

As her mind wandered into the realm of speculation, she couldn't help but wonder what he’d told his friends – those same friends they had once shared dinners and long weekends with. Were they privy to the turbulent love, the passionate highs, and the devastating lows that marked their time together? Few were even aware of their relationship, so would anyone even come to hear of their breakup?

The public was aware she’d moved from Nashville to LA after her latest tour, but only a select few knew why.

She didn’t know what she, herself would choose to say. There was no point in pretending it was platonic. It wasn't some amicable parting where two people decided they were better off as friends. No. Truth was it had just- ended.

She could never be his friend. Can you imagine? She thought. Casually sharing stories over Sunday brunch; smiling for group pictures at birthday parties? She felt ridiculous just thinking about it. After all, they hadn’t been friends to begin with. Not really.

The days and nights stretched endlessly, punctuated by the silence of unsent messages and unspoken calls. Pathetic. That's how she felt. Pathetic for caring, for still being affected by choices that they had made. The more she’d given, the more she laid her heart bare, the less he’d seemed to want her.

A bitter truth gnawed at her consciousness – a realization which had struck her hard, like a sudden gust of cold wind. She was paying the price of what she had lost, and heartbreak didn’t come cheap.

In the quiet hours of the night, phone calls to Patty became a familiar ritual for Y/N, a whispered confessional amid the shadows. Her manager's voice echoed like a guiding beacon in the recesses of her mind.

"Remember, it's all for the best, sugar," Patty would assure her. "Maybe try and get it all off your chest, yeah? You’ll feel better."

Craving the catharsis that only honest introspection could provide, YN eventually heeded the advice. She sat down at the piano and opened her notebook to a crisp white page. Pen in hand, she began to write.

She tried reminding herself of the way he'd faded ‘till she’d left. A distant star dimming until it was barely a shimmer in the night sky. A black hole whose pull she’d barely escaped.

Every stroke of ink presented an attempt to convince herself she was, of course, so much better off now. As it is written, so it shall be done, or some shit like that.

Let’s see. Now that they didn't talk… well, first off, she didn’t have to keep acid rock in her shower playlist. She no longer had to pretend to revel in the company of so-called industry legends on some yachts. No longer found herself forced to feign interest in these obsolete men’s very important thoughts on the death of good music when she’d much rather jump off the deck.

Quite a relief, right? She smiled bitterly. She was a compulsive liar, even in the privacy of her own apartment, in the secrecy of her own thoughts.

Those weren’t the things that she was glad to be rid of. But the unfiltered truth would look too ugly on paper. It would sound too coarse on the radio.

Frustration seeped into her bones, settling like an unwelcome guest. She didn’t know who or what she was even trying to protect.

She wondered if he, too, lingered on her social media, if he glanced at the magazine covers when he stopped by a gas station. She shook her head. What magazine covers? She’d been trying to stay as far as she could from the press.

In an attempt to recover a shred of her dignity, she’d tried turning back into a shrouded mystery. And failed miserably. Fans and critics alike couldn’t get enough of her enigmatic persona, and it seemed she couldn’t go anywhere without people following her.

Success had never tasted to bittersweet.

Could be worse, though, she thought. She could’ve been heartbroken and shunned. Plus, it may have all been for the best. After all, the flash of cameras was the only bridge they had yet to burn. The only way they could haunt each other without having to do the dirty work themselves.

And this was simply how it had to be, now that they didn't talk.

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One night, at the ungodly hour of four in the morning, her phone's shrill ring shattered the stillness, causing her to bolt upright from her couch.

"Patty?" YN's voice was thick with sleep as she answered the call, squinting at the glaring screen. "Do you know what time it is?" she muttered, rubbing her eyes. "Yeah, I'm sitting down, what is it?" she asked, her tone tinged with apprehension.

YN listened intently and, after a prolonged pause, she breathed out, "Oh my god."

A mere twenty minutes later, she found herself settling into the backseat of a cab, her mind racing

The driver's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Where to?" he inquired, casting a curious glance at her through the rearview mirror.

"LAX, please," she instructed.

(Welp… guess who’s about to be talking again lol)

Next Track: Beautiful People with Beautiful Problems

Hope you all liked it! Please interact lol, I am desperate for any reaction at all. Help a girl out, peaceful army. Xxx

Taglist

@aintthatapity

@sinarainbows

@vanfleeter

@gretavanhockey

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skiiyoomin · 1 year

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Seventeen vernon - sex under the stars? I mean it's Romantic sooo and wait him wearing a gold chain which has your name on it and you wearing one with his name on it🫣

MISS GIRLIEEEE YK DAMN WELL IMMA DO IT

warnings: smut!!, fem reader, fluff, vernon can fuck the daylights out of me under the stars too,

RULES !!

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE!!

REQUESTS: OPEN

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

Summary: Stargazing is one of your favorite activities. Unfourtantely, living in the city can't provide that, so Vernon makes it his personal mission to take you to the countryside. Everything is super sweet and soft, however, when you show how much you appreciate him through touches and kisses, the situation naturally escalates to something more.

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Underneath the stars | Vernon Chwe

You sighed wishfully as you leaned on the kitchen counter, gazing out the window, a melancholic look on your face as you looked up at the dark sky hoping to find the smallest of twinkles from the stars.

A couple of hours prior you had been scrolling through a folder of photos your mom had sent containing all of your childhood. While you laughed at some out of of self embarrassment at your child self, others hit a wave of nostalgia that made you reminisce all the good times you had. Many of your summer photos were taken out in the countryside, after all, it was a family tradition. Stargazing was an absolute must do whenever you went out of the city, leaving you awestruck by the immensity of the galaxies and it's million stars every single time.

Eventually, as you and your siblings got older, each one moving to many different places, holding such traditions was becoming increasingly difficult.

So, while looking at those pictures, you realized it had been years since you were able to experience seeing the array of millions of stars sprayed out in the sky.

You felt arms, your boyfriends arms, snake around your waist, his head plopping onto your shoulder as he pressed a gentle kiss on your said shoulder.

"Something's on your mind"

It wasn't a question. Knowing you couldn't lie to even if you tried, you nodded, affirming his statement.

"Wanna talk about it?"

You turned around to him, once again sighing. "It's just- You know those pictures my mom sent me?" He nodded in response, listening intently "Well, while looking at some of them I realized it's been a really long time since I went out to the countryside to stargaze, I mean I know it's sounds kinda stupid but it was a tradition and-"

He pressed his lips to yours, cutting off your rambling. When he pulled away, he pressed his forhead to yours, looking you deep in the eyes "Baby, listen, nothing you say or feel is stupid ok? I'll take you stargazing"

Your eyes immediately light up, a smile spreading on your face "Really?" He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling at your enthusiasm "Of course, let's go"

"Wait, right now?"

"Of course!" He exclaims as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

You can't help the giddiness coursing through your veins as you watch Vernon grab all the essentials for your small trip, feeling that same nostalgia like before.

Not long after, you were in the passenger seat of Vernons car, driving out of the city, soft music playing in the background as you looked out the window, once in again in hopes of seeing countless stars appear.

Soon enough, Vernon drove through a route leading to a secluded camping area with huge trees blocking any view from the main road.

Like an excited kid, you hopped off the car, quickly helping Vernon place the many soft blankets on the ground, urging him to turn the car lights off.

While it took you a second to adjust to the sudden dimness of light, there was no mistaking the sparkle of the millions of stars placed in the sky. You couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped your throat as you looked up, the shining stars reflecting in your eyes. "Wow" you softly breathed out, feeling a sense of breathlessness. "Aren't they beautiful?"

"They are" But he wasn't looking at the stars, instead his gaze was fixated on you, they way your mouth hung slightly open as you craned your neck upwards, the way the moonlight and the stars shined down on you like a goddess, he could never get enough of you.

Feeling his gaze on you, you turn your head to look at him. You couldn't help the light blush covering your cheeks as you felt a sudden shyness under his stare. He took your chin between his fingers, gently guiding your head to face him, inevitably making your eyes drift to his. His eyes shifted to your parted lips. In answer, you leaned forward, taking his face between your hands.

You pecked his lips over and over again, repeating thank yous and i love yous between said kisses. When you leaned in once again, it was Vernons turn to take your face between his hands, keeping you from parting again. Your lips molded together in perfect sychrony, as the kiss got increasingly passionate, you snaked your arms around his shoulders, tangling your hands in his brown locks, eliciting a groan from him.

Gently, you pushed him down, crawling on top of him. Soon enough, your kiss got heated as your tongues intertwined. However, air was becoming increasingly needed, forcing you apart and leaving you panting for oxygen. Before you could catch yourself, Vernon switched places, with you underneath, capturing your lips once more. His lips drifted down your jaw, placing kisses down your neck that left butterflies in your stomach. It wasn't long before his lips were on your sweet spot, suckling on it as he left purple marks on your skin.

Your hands once again tangled in his hair, pushing him impossibly close as your lips let out explicit gasps and moans. His hands found place underneath your shirt, slowly gliding up until they found your chest, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your nipples, feeling them harden underneath your bra. Your shirt and bra quickly came off, allowing Vernon to continue drifting his kisses down to your chest, but not before placing a quick kiss to the necklace he gifted you hanging around your neck with his name on it. He took your left boob in his mouth while taking the other in his hand, causing gasps from you as you arched your back in pleasure. He took his time givign attention to both of your boobs, taking his sweet time to feel your reactions underneath him. However, you both knew you needed more than that.

He was quick to unbutton your pants, lowering them along with your panties. You desperately spread your legs, giving full show of your wet pussy, glistening in lust. Vernon felt his hard dick twich in his pants, showing how desperate he was himself for release.

Lowering them, he carefully postitioned himself in your entrance, slowly entering your needy hole. He placed his hands on your hips as you both simultaneously moaned in pleasure. Slowly, Vernon began to thrust, giving you time to adjust to his thick size, though he began to loose control as the feeling of your tight hole drove him to thrust faster and harder.

He set a fast pace, inducing moan after moan from you, each one louder than the last.

"F-fuck, Vernon, harder please!"

His grip on your hips tightened as he lifted them up while you placed your legs on his shoulder, allowing him to plunge deeper into your spongy walls until he hit that spot that had you throwing your head back, screaming his name. "Ooh my god, right there"

He continued slamming into your g-spot, the filthy sound of skin slapping on skin and your moans mixed with his low groans filling the area around you. You didn't have to tell him you were close for him to know. The arching of your back and contracting muscles giving away the coming orgasm. He wasn't far from his own climax, feeling his dick twich inside of you. "Baby can you try holding on for me?" You responded with a whine, unable to produce any words.

His thrusts began to slow down, becoming sloppier by the second. His thumb found its way to your clit, circling the nerves until you screamed in pleausre, your mind going blank and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt your orgasm crash down. It wasn't long before he felt himself climax as well, thrusting until he was milked dry.

Slowly he pulled out, standing up to pick up the box of wipes in the car. Carefully, he wiped you both off, helping you put your clothes back on. He laid down next to you, pulling you close to him as you placed your head on his chest, gazing up once again at the long forgotten stars.

"Thank you, Vernon"

He softly smiled at you, placing a sweet kiss to the crown of your head.

"Anything for you sweetheart"

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anific · 1 month

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Obsessed

Takigawa Chris Yuu X Reader

Fluff and Comfort

Warnings: None (?)

It was quite pathetic, really.

How were you able to spend so many hours on someone's Instagram account? And that someone wasn't even anybody important in your life...well in the current moment anyway

But it's just that you couldn't help it. You couldn't help but look through your boyfriend's ex's platforms

But in your defense, you just wanted to find out about her. But you didn't expect to act this crazy about it. It was almost comical how you seemed so obsessed with her if it wasn't so sad that you were trying to find reasons why they even broke up, and how you were able to catch your boyfriend's attention. Because how can anybody even compare to that?

You feel a sense of dread fill you as you imagine them acting all cute together. Can you do that? What if Chris wakes up one day and decides he wants to get back with her?

Lost in your negative train of thought, you didn't hear the door opening and your beloved boyfriend walking in with takeouts from your favorite restaurant. You didn't even hear him when he was calling your name

Chris walks up behind you to see that you are on a somewhat familiar Instagram profile, he also takes note of the way you are frowning as you scroll through her photos. Most of them he's never even seen since he had no contact with her since they last talked about their breakup

Well, it wasn't like that was his biggest concern, he was more worried at the expression on your face. Now, he wasn't a mind reader, but he could at least tell that there was something that was bothering you

"What are you doing?" You almost jump in surprise when you feel him rest his chin on your shoulder

"Just you know, looking through Insta." You reply cooly as he hums in response

"Is that all?" He asks

"Yep." You smile as you turn your head to face him but he merely gives you a knowing look as you sigh

"It's nothing important...really." You try to brush it off, but that is far from the truth. Insecurity was eating you up alive, you just didn't want him to think you were childish for getting jealous over an ex (Though in your defense, she was a definite catch)

"Alright, I won't force you to say anything." He says calmly, "But I hope you know that you can always talk to me." He finishes as you bite your lip, contemplating what to do. Should you open up to him? Should you just keep it to yourself?

"I-it's just that..." You start quietly

"Just that...?"

"Your ex is too amazing, you know?" You frown, fixing your sitting position on the couch to face him properly, "Just, she's so cool, pretty, talented, and smart! How is that fair? How can I compare to that? How can I beat that? How could you move on from that? Just how?" The words just kept on tumbling out of your mouth as Chris listened intently, not cutting you off and letting you speak out your thoughts

Once you were done, Chris remained silent for a few moments, waiting to see if there was anything else you wanted to say

"Is there more?" He asks softly as you shake your head and look away from him, too embarrassed to even face him

"Alright, I'll talk now then." He says calmly before softly making you face him

"You know I love you, right?" He begins as you nod, he was always sure to assure you he loves you after all

"I'm not going to disregard your feelings on this. But I've moved on from her, I don't even have any connections to her anymore." He explains as you listen to him intently, but still, you have a hard time keeping eye contact

"I'll say it again and again no matter how many time, and I'll prove it time and time again but I love you." Finally, you meet his eyes to see them have such a soft look. For you. Just for you.

"So...you really don't think of her?" You mumble as Chris chuckles

You frown at him but it soon melts when you feel his finger gently rub your cheek

"How can I when I already have you?" You blush at his words, you think that no matter how long you and Chris have been together, you don't think you'll stop growing so flustered when he was like this. So sweet, so soft, and oh so reassuring

"You always know how to put me at ease, don't you." You smile coyly as he hums

"I try my best." He smiles before leaning in and sealing the discussion with his lips, and just like always, he was able to make you feel loved.

#ace of diamond x reader #ace of diamond #daiya no ace #daiya no ace x reader #taigawa chris yuu #takigawa chris yuu x reader #chris x reader #seidou

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yensunflowers · 1 year

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so i saw this post about how modern nhs would use his phone as a equivalent of a fan. and tricking people into thinking he's not listening when is. and i added my own 5 cents and now i have a drabble! unspecified modern au with nhs as wwx's and jc's problem radar because it's not the gusu trio if they don't get themselves into some problems! unedited + written late, i might expand this au later... maybe

He was a party soul, honestly. He loved going out and spending time with people, listening to music, dancing, and anything but spending time studying. And it was no surprise that Huaisang was now sitting on someone's couch, in someone's house, he didn't really know the owner– But a good party wasn't happening every day!

"...nah, no, we'll deal with him quickly."

He was alone though, with only his phone to keep him company. But it wasn't a problem really, he hadn't checked his Instagram feed for an hour now, so he had plenty of things to waste time on. Until someone comes up to dance with him.

"Are you sure?"

He sighed. It would be great if someone did... Despite all his love for social media and all, he didn't really want to spend this whole night just on his phone, listening to the party noises.

"Obviously! Come on, he's just a fucking brat who thinks he's in power now. All bark but no fucking bite."

His finger stopped mid-scrolling, his attention caught by a photo posted by one of his friends. Eh, Jiang Cheng wasn't a person to post anything often, so it was a big occasion! He tapped the screen twice and quickly opened the comments section.

"I don't know, he seems strong... he beat up two people at once."

He typed a short comment about the photo and how shocking it is to see him active at all, before closing off the app. Though, he was even more surprised to see that almost instantly he got a notification back.

"But they were unprepared losers. I'll get the old man's people, get some knives or something and we will fucking deal with the fucker."

It took him no time to open direct messages with Jiang Cheng, seeing that he was online. He was bored, alright? And Jiang Cheng was the perfect person to text! Well, maybe because he was sometimes funny to tease...

"...you want to kill him?"

He texted him about how he was at some boring party and had no one to dance with, he had no one else to bother in other words. As if Jiang Cheng cared, was the reply.

"Nah, wouldn't risk jail because of trash like him. Just stab him to show who's actually in power and that's it. A warning, you know."

Nie Huaisang sighed heavily and clicked out of the app again. He stared at the screen for a moment and opened the camera instead. He posed to the camera, opting for the same, well known pose he had in most of his party photos.

"I don't want to deal with his brother if anything serious happens to him, though."

It took him a moment to actually make a good photo, good quality, and all in this party lighting, but he looked super cute! He opened Instagram again and posted the said picture. He couldn't be bothered with a good caption, so instead, he just put the first emoji he had in his recent ones and tapped "post".

"Ha! As if he cares about this annoying orphan... He will thank us for dealing with him, watch it."

And then, he opened his direct messages with Jiang Cheng again.

you: you better watch ur brother btw

jiang cheng: why

you: [pic]

The photo was showing two guys sitting near the couch Huaisang was occupying. If they were a little less obnoxious and not so fucking loud, maybe he wouldn't hear their full conversation and their plan would succeed, but, well! Maybe if they cared about their surroundings more.

you: ive been listening to them talk for some time

you: and they might be out for wei-xiongs blood

you: this time literally

jiang cheng: fuck

jiang cheng: what the fuck

you: take care, you two

Nie Huaisang tapped out of the app and raised his eyes from the phone. His gaze lingered on the two men, talking loudly and drinking some random liquor he was sure wasn't even party sponsored until his phone screen went black.

Well, he should sit around for some more, maybe. Who knows what else he would accidentally hear? He pulled out his earphones. This is going to be a long, long night it seems.

#yen's sunflowers #a flute and a guqin #nie huaisang #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #i never post my writing like this online #but here we are

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zealouscanonindeer · 8 months

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Drunken nights

Synopsis: Ethan comes home drunk and gives Aspen a show of a lifetime.

Rating: Teen. Mentions of sex.

Category: Fluff.

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Saw these photos of David Gandy and the first thing that my brain said was drunk Ethan.

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Ethan woke up with the worst headache he'd had in ages, his head felt like a huge rock, pulling him down. He opened his eyes, only to find a dizzying feeling submerging him, he promptly shut his eyes, unable to take the stimulus. He groaned, trying once more, this time he could make out a blurry outline of a woman, her dark hair and white work shirt causing him to squint as she slowly grew into focus.

".. Rookie" He slurred, throwing an arm over her shoulder with too much force causing her to fall onto the bed under his weight.

He heard a shriek followed by distant laughing, he felt her move from under his arms, causing him to groan, a pout situating on his lips. This made her laugh even more.

He groggily tried to sit up and only made it half way before the throbbing in his head escalated. He looked up and Aspen had already moved to the vanity, removing her pearly earring. They locked eyes in the mirror and an amused smirk bloomed on her face which turned into a light snort followed by hysterical laughter.

"What? "

"Nothing." She caught her breath, the smile never leaving her face.

"What time is it? "

"It's 7 30 pm. You slept through the entire day, not that I'm surprised, you had a lot yesterday. " He nodded, the motion sending another spike through his head.

"When did you go? "

"My shift started at 10. Wasn't too long today, only upto 7. I just came back, to find you still in bed." "Be careful, Ethan. " She warned.

"Why? "

"Cause you're getting old, I'm not sure how long you can continue getting hungover. " She laughed.

"I'll show you old. "

" No offence but I don't see you doing any showing, atleast not till you've recuperated. " Besides you did put up quite a show yesterday. " She chortled again, walking out towards the kitchen.

"How do you mean? " Ethan called out after her, pushing the sheets of his legs to get up, to find himself stark naked. He couldn't remember a thing that happened last night.

"Aspen, why am I naked? " He questioned, entering the kitchen,haphazardly holding the sheet against him.

"Cause you just can't stand clothes, they stop you from viewing things you admire the most in the world. " She turned around from the pot in front of her, putting down the ladle on the countertop, pulling the thin sheet from his grasp and wrapping it around his waist properly before tucking the end.

"All your words, not mine. " Now she had moved onto his hair, pushing the locks into place trying to get rid of his bedhead.

He didn't remember ever uttering those words in his life. Wow, he really must have been stone cold drunk, a med school reunion with Tobias does that. He had enjoyed too much it seems.

"What exactly happened last night? "

"Lots of things. " A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.

"Penny, come on. "

"I'll give you a preview of your many adventures last night. Wait" She grabbed her phone, scrolling, unsuccessfully biting back a laugh before turned the screen towards him. His face grew red as embarrassment washed over him.

Her laughter got stronger as tears pricked the edges of her eyes.

"Penny, delete that. "

"No chance. " She wagged her finger in front of his face, her face crumpling with amusement.

"You ain't seen nothing yet. "

"NOO" Ethan roared, hiding his face in his hands, slumping into a chair and resting his elbows against the dining table.

Seeing how mortifying this was for him, Aspen slid into the adjacent chair, running her hand over his back in circular patterns.

"Hey, it wasn't bad, just funny, I loved it. "

"Of course you did. "

"Do you want to know or not? "

"Yes, please. "

"Okay, then listen. " She began her monologue, fighting back the occasional fit of laughter.

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Ethan stumbled against the intercom button, pushing it continuously until he heard her voice.

"Penny, my love, the love of my life, I want to kiss you so bad right now, the whole..

His words were interrupted by the opening of the building door, Aspen pulled him in, closing the door behind her, pushing him towards the lift.

"Hey, how did you end up here, you were inside the machine, I was talking to you right now. "

The elevator dinged as they got in, his entire weight resting against her. Unable to take his weight any longer, she sat him down against the elevator wall, from where he stared up at her with glazed azure eyes, closing with exhaustion.

"Have you ever wondered, what if we had sex in the elevator, right here right now. I want to make good sweet love to you in the elevator. " With that thought he pushed himself up, swaying crazily. He stumbled towards her, pulling against his tie, throwing it over his head, crashing his lips into her.

She could taste the remnants of scotch against his smooth lips, as they moved expertly against hers. He broke away, suddenly serious.

"I can't stand these pesky clothes, they are like my worst enemy, I can't admire the thing I cherish most with them in the way. "

"Oh, and what's that?"

"You." He slurred, before backing away and pulling his tucked in shirt and undoing the buttons, fingers fumbling. Once he was done, he pulled it of his arms, hurriedly moving to his belt buckle next. Just as he undid it, the 9th floor arrived and the elevator doors opened.

He strutted out, pants sliding down his hips and gathering at his feet , Aspen gathering his shirt and tie behind him, shaking her head in glee. She was for the first time encountering this drunk Ethan. His unnecessarily loud voice called out inside the apartment.

"Rookie! Rookie! Come here. "

She felt sorry for her neighbours as she closed the apartment door behind her. His voice echoed as she replied.

"I'm here Ethan. "

He grinned as he turned around, smiling drunkenly at her.

"How'd you end up there? "

He began walking towards her, hitting his knee against the teapoy, the TV remote clattering to the floor. He got down on his knees, picking it up and brought it closer to his face, breaking into an off beat song.

"Wise men saayyy, only foolsss ruuussshh in.. "

Aspen was absolutely wheezing with laughter at this point, her sides aching. She quickly snapped a photo, she would show him in the morning.Ethan's singing continued as she sat back on the couch, eating her Chinese takeout. After a while, his head whipped around, eyes resting on her food.

"Where'd you get that?? "

"There's some in the kitchen. " He pushed himself up swaying as he walked, she followed him just to make sure, only to find him stuffing his face. Gosh, she hadn't laughed this much in her whole life. He turned around at the sound and she snapped yet another picture.

"Okay, that's enough."

She spoke pulling the box out of his hand, offering her other to him as she lead him to the bedroom. Having seated him on the bed, she went into the bathroom to do her nightly routine.

She entered to find that Ethan had now disposed off even his underwear and looked expectedly at her. She burst into even more laughter at the hilarious sights in front of her.

Clamping her hand to her mouth, she took a deep breath in to try and quench her giggles.

"Let's get you in bed. "

She guided him to the head of the bed, pulling the sheets as he rested on the mattress, his eyes closing as he flipped onto his stomach. Covering him with the comforter, she walked to her side of the bed, setting the alarm for tomorrow.

Oh boy wasn't this going to be fun.

************

She finished, wheezing uncontrollably, Ethan slowly joined in as they laughed until they were out of breath.

"Now, I have an important question for you. "

"Hmm? "

" Can I take you up on that sex in elevator plan or was that all just talk? "

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You guessed it! I have to do an elevator smut fic now.

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darksaiyangoku · 10 months

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RWBY: Kiss Me

Salem's forces were gathering together for the invasion of Atlas. It was to be their biggesg battle yet. At Schnee Manor, General James Ironwood discussed his plans with Teams RWBY, ALPN, Penny and the Ace Ops. Oscar tried to maintain his composure on the outside. But inside, he was terrified. Fighting Salem's lieutenants in Haven was one thing, but this was a full scale invasion consisting of humans and grimm. He looked over to Yang and tapped the table nervously. Once the meeting was over, he decided to walk up to her.

Oscar: Yang!

Yang: Hm? *turns around* What's up, Oscar?

Oscar: I- *blushes* Um... I just wanted to say...

Yang: Yeah?

Oscar: ...good luck out there. *smiles* All of you. Make sure you kick their ass.

Yang: *smiles* Salem won't know what hit her. *ruffles his hair* Thanks Oscar, make sure you get some rest, okay?

Oscar: Hehe, you got it.

[Whitley's Room]

Whitley: So you didn't tell her?

Oscar: *sighs* I couldn't. It's not like anything would ever happen between us anyway. I mean, she's way too old for me. And even if I was old enough, I'm no good for her.

Whitley: Well you're not gonna get anywhere by sulking about it. Listen, let me give you some advice; survive this fight and then tell her how you feel.

Oscar: But-

Whitley: But nothing. If you don't tell her, you'll regret it.

Oscar: ...I guess you're right.

Whitley: Of course I am. Now turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Oscar: Thanks, Whit. Goodnight. *smiles* So... are you gonna tell Penny?

Whitley: Gck! Shut up!

[Outside Schnee Manor]

Sifting on a swing, Oscar watched on as everyone was training. He saw Yang fighting against Ren in hand to hand combat. Their was a furious beauty to her movements and strikes. From his scroll, he reminisced at the selfie Yang took of the two of them during their first training session. He smiled widely and chuckled.

Oscar: *closes eyes* 🎵If we could take a photo, eternalize this moment for the days when I don't believe. When our love gets stolen 'cause there's no exception and I know time will take you far from me🎵

🎵Let this night invade my lungs. You're all I wanna breathe. Right beside the lake, I burn for you, you burn for me.🎵

🎵So kiss me the way that you would if we died tonight! Hold me the way that you would for the final time! Whatever may come, somewhere deep inside, there's always this version of you and I! So just kiss me the way that you would if we died tonight! If we died tonight, yeah!🎵

Ruby: Oscar! General Ironwood says it's our turn!

Oscar: Gah! I'm coming, Ruby!

Frantically, Oscar ran to her, leaving behind his scroll that still had the picture of him and Yang.

[5 Years Later]

Oscar: 🎵So kiss me the way that you would if we died tonight! Hold me the way that you would for the final time! Whatever may come, somewhere deep inside, there's always this version of you and I! So just kiss me the way that you would if we died tonight! If we died tonight, yeah!🎵

Yang: *hugs him from behind* You know you don't have almost die in order for me to kiss you. *giggles*

Oscar: *chuckles* Yeah I know. Besides, I like this better. *holds her hand and kisses it*

Yang: Me too. *kisses his cheek* No missions, no grimm, no Kingdom disputes.

Oscar: *turns around and holda her* I love you.

Yang: *holds him* I love you too.

The two of them.leaned in together and sealed their lips with a loving kiss.

#rwby #oscar pine #yang xiao long #ruby rose #whitley schnee #forest dragon #rwby forest dragon #forest dragon rwby #oscar x yang #yang x oscar #oscar pine x yang xiao long #yang xiao long x oscar pine #song: kiss me #artist: dermot kennedy

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bitterletters · 8 months

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I'm a bit late, usually am to be honest. But here's Prompt One for Spooktober: "They are calling us…" "Don't listen to them. Do you hear me? Don't listen to a word they promise you!" Didn't like it and prolly won't finish it.

Alice and I moved to her hometown about two weeks ago. I was a college student and Alice was an artist. This meant saying money was tight was an understatement, even with us both working, we just couldn't afford the rent in a bigger city. So Alice's mother suggested we move into her childhood home, since she'd moved into assisted living. Alice was hesitant, but when our landlord increased the rent again, she changed her mind.

The move itself was painless, the beat up van was plenty large enough to pack up her art supplies and my own meager belongings. The house was already furnished, so we left our shitty mattress and wobbly table with its single chair behind. On the way out the door, the stray cat I'd been calling Gregory for a year came sauntering up. He was a fluffy orange beast of a furball and he looked as shocked as I did when Alice, with an angry sort of determination, scooped him up and tossed him in the van without so much as a "here kitty kitty". Luckily Gregory, with his smooshed little face, wasn't offended for long and soon curled up in my lap to sleep as the van rumbled along, sounding just as angry as Alice looked. I asked what was on her mind, but Alice simply pinched her lips together, dark eyes narrowed at the road. I knew better than to push her while she was like that and once we got to her hometown, it never came up again.

Gregory and I settled into the house nicely, it wasn't big or fancy but was it was cozy, all warm colors and family photos in a three bedroom setting. Alice, after her initial anger on the drive up, seemed her usual restless self. That was always her way, it had driven me mad at first, but over time I'd grown to cherish that about her. Her soft pacing footsteps in the kitchen at 3am while she scrolled through reference photos, followed inevitably by me finding her curled up somewhere random in the afternoon. I would usually join her for a nap then and she often teased me, saying; "You're the only woman I know who sleeps so much" I never had the heart to tell her that she actually didn't sleep enough, those two hour naps weren't nearly enough.

Things didn't get weird until about three days ago, I stopped by the nursing home Alice said her mom was in and asked to see her. The nurse frowned, a funny pinched look on her face, like she smelled something bad. "Are you sure you wanna see Ms. Bailey?" she asked in that voice that said she figured I probably didn't. I smiled back, years of customer service had taught me how to deal with this sort of judgmental attitude. "Yes, I do ma'am. I'm Nina, Alice Bailey's girlfriend. I thought I'd stop by and say hello to Laura. What room number is she in?" I thought the nurse might look put out or annoyed with my insistence, but instead she just looked tired and a bit sad. She pointed me to room 43 and I was on my way. When I glanced back over my shoulder, feeling as though I was being watched, the nurse was already gone. I found my stomach twisting a bit with sudden nerves but I figured it was lunch time and pushed the feeling away. I knocked on Laura's door, frowning at how damaged her door seemed to be, something had burnt the wood of the door at some point and then painted rather sloppily over the charring. I soon found myself forgetting about my disgruntlement at the state of the nursing home, as Laura invited me in and we began to chat.

We had such a good time that I lost track of time. It was a good hour past sunset when I realized I was meant to be home hours ago. Laughing at my carelessness, I apologized to Alice's mother and stood to leave. She caught my wrist and tugged me closer with a strength that seemed a bit out of place on a frail old woman. Her hand was cold and leathery in a way that made me want to jerk away. She looked up at me from her big comfy pile of blankets in her arm chair, her eyes were dark like Alice's. She stared into my face and for a moment her expression twisted, looking like she desperately wanted to say something. Laura didn't say anything though, not for a long moment where it felt like I was frozen down to my bones. Eventually she heaved a sigh and looked away from me and all was normal again. "They're calling us, you know." She mumbled, releasing my arm. I wanted to ask more but my phone rang, Alice was calling.

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dirtyglitterr · 11 months

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ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ

It was game day, and the Le Parc des Princes stadium was buzzing with excitement and anticipation. Anto and I were sitting in the VIP box, waiting for the game to begin. I was so nervous, and I wasn't the one kicking the ball around down there on the field. I was nervous because this would be the first game where I was cheering on more than just Lio. I was here watching my husband—my best friend live in action. I needed to distract myself before I became a nervous wreck, so I pulled out my phone and checked my messages. That's when I saw a text from my assistant:

From: Gilly H.

Now I see why you haven't been back boss.

I clicked on the link that she sent me, and it led me to an Instagram post of Neymar and me. I knew that fucker never deleted that photo, and I smiled to myself knowingly. However, the description of the post was something that I wasn't expecting to read. "So not only has Neymar moved on from Bruna, he's moved on to yet another brunette. Who the fuck is this?" I said to myself,

"What's wrong?" Anto asked,

"We'll see how long this lasts before Bruna sends out a PSA," I continued, showing Anto the Instagram post.

Anto shook her head and said, "What's The Goss is worse than the damn plague." Anto rolled her eyes. "You can't pay too much to it or else it'll drive you crazy, Mimi." I nodded in agreement, knowing that Antonella was right. I decided to take a break from scrolling through Instagram and put my phone away.

"I guess hiding isn't an option anymore." I said, I guess if Neymar and I ever became a thing—I mean, we are married, but our feelings towards each other are completely platonic, but if we were actually a thing, blogs, and strangers following us around with cameras almost everywhere that we went would be something that I had to seriously consider.

"It was only a matter of time before everyone found out about you two." Anto grinned mischievously as she nudged me. I rolled my eyes, knowing that she was just teasing me, but deep down, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety at the thought of our relationship—or our shotgun wedding becoming public knowledge. The thought of constantly being in the spotlight and having our every move scrutinized by the media was daunting, to say the least. "You look so cute in his jersey, by the way." She added, changing the subject.

I blushed and looked down at the Neymar jersey I was wearing. It was a gift from him, and I loved wearing it. It was super comfortable, but now that we were married, it felt like a statement. A statement that I'm sure once the internet gets a hold of the photos from today, they will all run wild with, I'm sure. Then again, I wasn't sure I was ready to make such a statement to the world. A statement that not even I was sure of. "Thanks," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "But let's focus on the hiding part. Do you think we could actually keep our relationship a secret?" Anto shrugged.

"It's not impossible, but it won't be easy. We'll have to be careful about it, but it seems you two are past being careful." Fuck, she was right. "How's that been going anyway?" She then asked.

"What part? Getting to know my childhood best friend all over again, or us being married?" I mumbled my response, feeling embarrassed about the whole situation.

Taking a sip of her beer, she listened to my response and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I guess that answers that," she said with a slight chuckle. She took another sip and leaned back in her chair, studying me carefully. "But seriously, Mimi, how's everything been going between you two?"

I couldn't help but think about the moment between Neymar and me yesterday. He was there for me when I needed him the most, even though my stupid ass thought it would've been best to distance myself from him. But what I really couldn't stop replaying over and over in my head was his thumb rubbing against my lips. It was a moment that I couldn't forget, even if I tried. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to. It was like time had stopped and all that existed were the two of us in that cafe. "Well, he's still a madman in the best of ways." His touch gave me goosebumps all over. I knew then that what we had was something special, something worth fighting for. "The marriage, however, is something that should've never happened. Speaking of, did you hear back about the annulment?" But then again, I stomped those feelings down as quickly as they came up. I mean, according to this What's the Goss bitch, he had a type for brunettes.

"Uh...yeah."

"And?" I asked with a raised brow. As I sat there, waiting for news of the annulment, my nerves began to get the best of me. The thought of being legally tied to him forever was overwhelming, yet at the same time, a part of me still longed for his affection.

"My lawyers have been looking into it and said that it might take eight months—"

"Eight months!" " I exclaimed, cutting him off mid-sentence. "¿Estás bromeando, Antonella? I can't wait that long. I need to move on with my life."

"You two went to some janky place and got married by John fucking Snow; it was worse than Vegas." Antonella sighed and looked at me sympathetically. "I know it's not ideal, but we have to go through the legal process to get your marriage annulled. From what my lawyer is saying, it's the only way to make sure it's done properly and won't cause any issues down the line." I nodded, feeling defeated. But was I really sad about never hearing him call me his wife every chance he got?

"But what about my job? I can't just take eight months off. And I can't just up and move my mama to France in the middle of her treatments." Antonella nodded understandingly. "My lawyer is doing his best to expedite the process, but unfortunately, there are no guarantees. In the meantime, he's advising that you should look into getting a work visa so you can stay in the country legally."

Despite the bad news, I couldn't help but think about how he took it. "Did you tell him?"

"I'll let you break the news to him. You have to admit that being Mrs. da Silva Santos is not a bad way to get over that abusive ass." She grinned,

"That's the thing; adding a husband to the mix is just a recipe for disaster."

"Neymar doesn't seem to think so." As I listened to my best friend's words, I couldn't help but feel confused by what she was insinuating. Was she suggesting that Neymar actually wanted to stay married to me? The thought made my heart race with excitement and fear all at once. "Oh, come on, Mimi, don't pretend that you haven't noticed."

"I'm not thinking too much about anything he does. He's a player and has a thing for brunettes." To think that he might actually have feelings for me was almost too much to handle. But then again, I had heard stories about his reputation with women. Could I really trust him? Would he just use me and then move on to someone else? These were the questions that set my mind on overdrive.

Despite my reservations, though, I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to be Neymar's girlfriend—hell, his wife since we skipped several relationship milestones. We would travel the world together; he'd force me to attend glamorous events, and, of course, I'd watch him play soccer from the best seats in the house. It all seemed too good to be true, but for now, all I could do was wait and see if he would make a move. Did I even want that?

"Yes, he has a place in the fuckboy hall of fame, but you don't see how he looks at you." Anto gushed as I looked at her. "Or how you look at him. It's like you both hang the moon in each other's eyes. I've never seen him or you like this before."

"And what that?" I asked,

"Happy. Truly happy." She smiled sweetly, and I couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through my chest. "It's like there's an unspoken understanding between the two of you—a connection that runs deeper than just physical attraction. Maybe it's the way he listens to you when you speak, or how he always seems to know exactly what you need without you having to say a word. Whatever it is, it's clear that there's something special between you two. And while some might even call him a fuckboy, you see something different in him—a vulnerability and a tenderness that he only shows to those he truly cares about. As for you, it's obvious that he holds a special place in your heart. You can't help but smile when he's around, and your eyes light up whenever someone mentions his name. It's like the two of you are meant to be together, even if the rest of the world doesn't quite understand it yet."

Fuck, I needed this game to start already, I thought to myself as I looked away from her, wiping at the tear that unknowingly fell from my eyes. I knew for a fact that when I was alone again, Anto's words were going to drown me. But then again, maybe that's what I need right now. Maybe I need to feel this ache in my chest because it reminds me that I'm alive and that I'm capable of feeling something so intense.

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

🇹🇭🇦🇳🇰🇸 🇫🇴🇷 🇷🇪🇦🇩🇮🇳🇬

#fanfic #neymar jr fanfiction #fated love #neymar psg #neymar fanfic #neymar x reader #neymar #football imagines #neymar jr #lucy hale

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the-lunar-warrior · 1 year

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just wrote a Very Salty feedback ticket and idk, i feel like posting the whole thing here too. enjoy, or something

I usually refrain from being this crass when writing feedback, but the direction tumblr seems to be heading is directly detrimental to theplatform. And the new mobile lightbox frankly ssuck, among other things.

I have been using tumblr for close to 10 years. For much of it, I did not use the mobile app — nowadays I've been using it a lot more, and while sometimes annoying and buggy, it was an okay experience. Some of the recent changes, and the much more open communication has been very nice, but some are honestly making me question whether I shouldn't just quit.

I'm on tumblr to use tumblr. If I wanted to use tiktok, I'd open the tiktok app.

The new lightbox, and the way it takes you to a random freaking post if you swipe wrong is atrocious. Sometimes it happens when I'm trying to zoom in. Sometimes when im swiping to the side and I guess it wasn't to the side enough. It's infuriating. It would be infuriating if it only took you to a random post once there is no more photos in the current one, but no — if you swipe wrong at any point bye bye whatever you were viewing, please look at this unrelated post you don't want to see! And don't tell me they are related. I don't care. They are by a random person I don't follow. I don't want an algorithm showing things in my face. Stop it.

In the light of the recent changes, if I was not already a user, I would not become one. And I don't mean it in a "oh changes bad" way, I mean that the way I discovered tumblr has been actively cut off. Back when I first discovered tumblr, sometime in 2012/13, one could view the http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/tag even without account — I scrolled on it for hours by accident. I didn't know what tumblr was, I barely spoke english. I ended up doing that a second time, just to find a specific post — it was an upload of Phoenix by Fall Out Boys, sped up by 10%. I don't know if was uploaded directly to tumblr, but I know it did not force me to go and open spotify, or soundcloud, or any third party website to actually listen to the song. It stayed on tumblr.

Then I found some blogs I liked. I stalked them for months without an account, had them bookmarked. Today tumblr automatically tries to take you to the tumblr.com/username instead of url.tumblr.com, and when it does, it obscures the page and tries to force you to sign up. I would have never gotten invested in tumblr, in the community, if that was the case. If I couldn't freely browse peoples blogs, see their pages — remember pages? Remember that functionality that is becoming obscure instead of you promoting it? People now have a single pinned post where they often have a link to something like linktree or other third party website that lets them to what *tumblr was originally for*. To have a separate about page, or a page with their ships, or interests, their fic they are hosting here, that's *not a post that you have to link* but a url.tumblr.com/about or url.tumblr.com/fic or anything they desire bc it was a BLOG they are hosting on tumblr, not just an account on a social media site.

Remember webcomics hosted on tumblr? People used to do that. As a teen I wanted to do that. But tumblr is silently moving away from that functionality. Is making it harder and harder to use it as I thought intended.

I made an account after months of using tumblr. I sent asks without an account — and after I made one, an irl friend sent me some too, before she got her account. I browsed and read and learned english *without an account*. And when I made one, I made silly pages on my blog, like "people you should follow", or info pages about my ocs, or one that still exists but cannot be accessed from mobile app at all — my about page.

I understand many of the changes. I understand the monetization, and frankly think most of it is very fun and well done. But overall? You're shooting yourself in the foot. You're alienating existing, often long time users, and making it impossible to get into tumblr for possible new ones.

I know one bitter feedback ticket probably won't to anything. But I feel like I need to say all this somewhere. I loved tumblr for so so long, I recommended it to other people — the only way right now for you to get new users other than forcing people — but I don't anymore. I'm considering getting rid of the app from my phone — going back to using tumblr once every couple weeks when I open it on desktop, because... I'm tired. I'm so so tired of seeing things I lovef about tumblr disintegrate in front of me.

Thanks to whoever has gotten this far reading this. Have a nice day.

#tumblr thoughts #i talk sometimes #idk i know that a lot of ppl have been talking about how tumblr is a collaborative social media and how thats its essence or whatever #but i miss when the essence of tumblr was. to have a BLOG #with added perks

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