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babyleostuff · 6 months

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COSMOPOLITAN | KIM MINGYU

18+ minors dni

word count | 2k

warnings | not proofread, subby and very needy reader, dom gyu, degradation (whore/slut), slight daddy kink, pet names (baby/princess), minor dacryphilia

“what are you smirking at?” mingyu asked from behind the counter, busy with preparing dinner. he was dressed in a black tank top, grey sweatpants, and an apron you got for him for his birthday - nothing out of the ordinary.

normally you’d drool over how gorgeous he was, how his strong arms flexed under the weight of the pans and pots, how his melanin skin was glowing in the afternoon sun, and how his short hair made him ten times hotter, but the recent pictures from the cosmopolitan photoshoot took all of your attention away from him.

mingyu looked over your phone, and laughed. “you know i’m right here, right?” you nodded your head and bit your lip, not really listening to the man before you, busy scrolling through twitter and saving every picture you came upon.

“how are you even real?” you whispered, staring at the photo where you could see part of his back. "wait, is that why you told me to keep my hands to myself that night? so i wouldn't scratch you?" you looked up at mingyu in confusion, just to find him already staring back at you.

“we both know how my back looks like after i fuck you, baby,” he smiled innocently and leaned over the kitchen counter to press a kiss to your lips.

you shifted in your seat, immediately feeling the wetness between your legs. his nonchalance and confidence, the fact that he knew exactly how he affected you, made you want to throw everything off the counter to show him how much you loved and hated him for how beautiful he was.

scrolling to the next photo where you could see his exposed chest, his skin smooth and silky, you smiled to yourself because you knew it was usually covered in your hickeys. that's right, only you knew what it felt like to run your lips over mingyu’s body, how sensitive his nipples were, and what beautiful sounds he made when you got close to his big cock.

“let me know when you’re done drooling over the pictures so we can have dinner,” your man suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts. you looked at him like he was crazy, your eyes unconsciously landing on his perfect ass.

"i don't know if you've noticed, but dinner is the last thing i want to eat right now."

mingyu turned around and laughed at your pouting face. "baby, they're just photos. i literally look the same right now as i do in them," he walked around the counter and cupped your face in his large and warm hands, tilting your head up so you could look at him. “would you stop sulking and eat dinner with me?” you sighed, taking in his puppy eyes that he knew you couldn’t resist.

you nodded your head and pecked his cheek, as he helped you down from the stool you were sitting on. “go and wash your hands, and i’ll get everything ready,’ you patted his chest.

mingyu disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, leaving you alone in the kitchen with the ramen he made and thoughts swarming your mind.

"what are you thinking about?" you suddenly felt familiar arms tighten around your waist, his hard chest pressed against your back, trapping you between his body and the counter. “what do you think?” you huffed, but it quickly turned into a sigh as mingyu trailed his lips along the sensitive part of your neck.

“did my baby get wet just because of a couple of photos?” he murmured and you nodded, not bothered by the fact that you should feel embarrassed about getting turned on so easily. you knew it was better to be obedient with mingyu.

“and what should i do about it, hm?” he whispered into your ear, as he lazily rubbed his thumb over your lower tummy. “gyu, please,” you sighed and threw your head back, so it rested on his shoulder.

you felt his chest move as he laughed, and you were sure that if you tilted your head just a little you would see that your boyfriend’s puppy eyes were gone, but you were way too focused on his hand to move.

"my little stupid baby wants my cock because I showed a bit of skin in a photoshoot," mingyu cooed, as his other hand slowly lifted your top up, revealing your breasts and nipples, which were already waiting for his warm mouth to wrap around them.

but he didn't do anything further, you could only feel his hot breath on your neck.

"use," kiss. "your," kiss. "words," his lips bruised over the nape of your neck with each word, making your toes curl. "or i'll leave you like this, desperate to be fucked, with wet panties, and empty holes.”

you whined at his words and unconsciously rubbed your butt against his hips and you felt that you weren't the only one who was horny. “you won't get my mouth on your pussy, and you definitely won't get my cock if you act like this," your chest quickly rose and fell with each breath, as you struggled to produce any coherent words.

your mind was mush and you had problems thinking straight, but you knew you wouldn’t survive if mingyu left you like that.

“i want… i n-need your hand," you moaned. "where? show me baby," you grabbed mingyu's free hand and guided him to your breast and squeezed tightly. normally it would hurt you, but now the pain felt like salvation. "your m-mouth," you then grabbed the back of his head and tried to guide him to your nipple that was practically begging for his mouth.

mingyu, as if he knew exactly what you were asking for, squeezed your breast even tighter and began to circle your other nipple with his tongue. "and your o-other hand," you sighed, grabbing his hand that was still resting on your stomach, lowering it to your pussy.

“now fuck me,” you thought.

"you know what, i think i'm bored of this,” he said, as if his hand wasn't just circling your clit in torturously slow circles. “let's eat dinner," the moment mingyu said it all the air left your lungs, and you wanted nothing more but to fall on your knees in front of him and beg him to fuck you, but all you could manage was a begging moan.

you gripped the back of mingyu’s head tighter as he continued to lick your nipple like a lollipop, but you knew that no matter how much force you used, you had no chance against him.

you were like a rag doll to him, like a toy he could push around.

“please m-mingyu,” you pushed your hips harder against his hand for more friction and almost cried out when you felt him pinch your clit. "you're just a slut who just wants to get fucked, right?" he chuckled, going back to rubbing slow circles around your clit. “y-yes g-gyu, i am. i'm your slut,” you moaned as you felt his fingers at your entrance. you grabbed his wrist to hurry him up, but he didn't move even an inch. "great, then you need to be fucked hard, whore."

you let out a tearful moan as you suddenly felt him remove his fingers from your cunt, but not before he collected your wetness. “open your mouth, princess,” you immediately did as mingyu told you and a second later you were politely sucking on his two thick fingers like an obedient girl.

“good girl,” he murmured, looking you straight in the eyes.

he pulled them out after a while with a loud "pop" and your lips continued to follow them for a moment as if you wanted to continue sucking them. "another time, baby. remember, i have to fuck you now,” mingyu caressed your cheek gently, as you pouted at him, and started pulling his black tank top over his head.

“tell me honestly, baby,” he said and you continued undressing him. your fingers quickly found the bow of the apron behind his back and you had no trouble untying it.

"if i wasn't at home, would you touch yourself tonight because of these photos? would you imagine my tongue in your pussy? would you ride your pillow, imagining it was my cock? would you have to bite your lip, imaging it was my shoulder, like you do when you don't want the neighbors to know how well i fuck you?"

a soft sigh left your lips and you had to put your hand on mingyu's chest to keep from falling. “my poor princess,” he muttered, brushing your hair away from your face. one of his hands rested on your waist and the other moved down to your ass, pulling you closer to his body.

his hard cock was pressing into your stomach and you knew he needed you as much as you needed him, only he was better at hiding it. you whined like a child and grabbed the waistband of his pants, pulling them off of him in one move.

"good job, baby. now i can finally fuck your greedy pussy," he smiled like it was some kind of game. honestly, for him it probably was. without any warning, he suddenly leaned you forward so that your chest was lying on the counter, your cheek and tits against the cold granite, contrasting with the warmth of the hand mingyu had on your ass.

"look at you. you're leaking," he ran his hand down your back. "so what, you expect me to clean up after you afterwards, right?" suddenly you felt him pulling your hair, hard enough to lift your head off the counter. "answer me slut."

“n-no, daddy, i'll clean it up myself later,” he laughed, tugging at your hair again as if he was enjoying your discomfort. "good slut."

as if you were nothing more than his toy, mingyu grabbed your hips roughly and lifted you up so that his cock was touching your ass and you had no choice but to stand on your tiptoes. "this hole probably wants me to fill it with my cum too, but that's for another day, yeah baby?” he asked, running his cock over your puckered hole.

“now your tight pussy needs to get what it deserves," and without any warning, in one quick move his thick cock entered your cunt.

you moaned loudly, closing your eyes from the mind-blowing feeling, mixed with pain, but you didn't care - nothing could compare to the feeling of mingyu's cock stretching your pussy. “f-fuck, baby,” he groaned, pressing his hips harder against yours. "i love your little pussy."

"daddy, p-please move!" you cried, turning your head to look at him, as your cunt sucked him in deeper.

as if he hadn't fucked you in months, mingyu grabbed your hips and started thrusting in and out of you hard and fast, so that your tits were sliding against the counter with every movement and you had no choice but to let your boyfriend fuck you. you couldn't see his face, but you were sure he was biting his lip and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.

the sound of his balls slapping against your pussy and the squelching sound of your cunt, mixed with your moans and cries filled your kitchen, and there was no point in trying to muffle the noise anymore.

"my pussy." "i love when my little princess lets me fuck her like that." "tight and warm, a perfect fuck for my cock."

mingyu was starting to babble and you knew he was close too. his movements were getting sloppier, but you were sure you’d be left with bruises from how tightly he was holding you, his finger digging into your flesh. tears were rolling down your cheeks, and you could feel your wetness making a mess between your bodies and surely on the floor too, but you couldn’t care less.

holding you with one hand so you wouldn't fall, his other slipped between your bodies and he quickly found your clit. “mingyu,” you moaned for the hundredth time that afternoon, grabbing his hand to make him rub your clit faster.

"come on. cum on my cock, my princess," with one last stroke and a light pinch to your clit, you felt a wave of warmth wash over you, as your pussy clenched mercilessly on his cock. mingyu moaned loudly and came a second later.

after a moment, he gently grabbed your bruised hips, turning you to face him. he ran his hands up your thighs and brushed your hair away from your face. "but really, honey? it's all because of a few photos?" he smiled as if he hadn't just fucked you until you couldn't sit up straight.

“what can I do about it,” you shrugged, nuzzling into his bare chest. "I simply have the most handsome boyfriend in the world."

mingyu chuckled, his arms wrapping around you in a warm hug. "do you know what your most handsome boyfriend in the world wants now?" you shook your head in amusement, looking at him.

"eat dinner, watch a movie and fall asleep in the arms of the most beautiful girl in the world."

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81folklore · 7 months

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this is me trying - CL16

pairing: charles leclerc x small!singer!reader (fc: olivia rodrigo)

summary: after a twitter thread was made talking about the struggles you faced in a horrible way, you release a song you wrote with charles to talk about it

authors note: i am in no way saying olivia has struggled with or is dealing with anything mentioned in this story. this song means alot to me as someone who struggles with both addiction and my mental health so if im projecting..no one needs to know😁 i honestly have no clue how this is going to turn out but we will see. anything in bold italics is french

warnings: talks of addiction, depression, anxiety and suicide. alcohol addiction, drugs and self harm are all mentioned. the topics of this is me trying are mentioned, for obvious reasons but in a more personally focused way (if that makes sense). unwarrented hate (?). nothing really goes into detail but just regular warnings, please reach out to someone if you are struggling!!

authors note 2: i had to dust this one off and I HATE IT. its literally my least favorite work ive ever done so please feel free to keep scrolling😭😭 i just kept projecting by accident and it honestly kind of got out of hand. im also SO BAD with my wording so i have no clue if any of it sounds how i wanted it too!!

authors note 3: after reading it over i realised i never actually explained what i was talking about in the song thread so quickly, charles’ and yn split for a short period after yn started shutting him out, she spoke to someone (the stranger) who helped her start to extend the branches back out to charles and they got back together around 11 ish months before the song was released!! the fans never knew why they broke up, there was some speculation but most of it was dropped when they got back toegther

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good food, yummy people😋

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arthur_leclerc: you mean good people yummy food right?

yourusername: suuure😁

charles_leclerc: beautiful girl

yourusername: love you!!

user7: what is charles doing in the 5th picture😭😭

yourusername: he dropped his airpod😭

user10: girl have you seen twitter…

user75: charles run as fast as you can

user2: there is no way charles knew he’d never be with someone like that💀

user10: what and he’d be with someone like you??

user6: wait what is happening in these comments what happened on twitter?

user7: someone made a thread ‘exposing’ yn but its just a bunch of bullshit that his fans are using because they dont like yn

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studio time with baeee💋💋

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charles_leclerc: my favorite musician💐

charles_leclerc: i love you so much

yourusername: you mean the world to me charlie

pierregasly: kika wants to know if she can come next time

yourusername: tell her to text me so we can arrange it!!

user73: oh my god new music soon

user64: does this mean charles is on her new music?!

yourusername: maybeee

user64: GIRL DONT TEASE US LIKE THIS

user99: im so sorry about whats happening on twitter you dont deserve that

user2: yes she does

arthur_leclerc: can you tell charles to stop talking about your music when im not allowed to hear it, please🙏

yourusername: sorry arthur!! wanna come for a car ride and listen to it with us??

arthur_leclerc: please please please

user82: yn and charles taking arthur on a car ride to listen to her new song, oh what if i cried😭😭

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*text in first picture reads: 🤍🤍* *text in second picture reads: so unbelievably proud of my sister*

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if you had told me a year ago that not only would i still be here but i would be releasing a song talking about the darkest times of my life with the love of my life by my side i would never have believed you.

throughout the past few months i have revisited times of my life i wish i could have left behind but ive learnt that accepting that this is a part of me now is important in my journey of moving forwards, and in moving forwards ive learnt that my struggles do not define me and i wont be embarrassed by things that have affected me

sometimes i wish i could go back and erase that part of my life, erase the way i felt, erase the way i treated the people i loved the most. but i cant, and i wont let people belittle me for that time anymore

if you have struggled in the past or are struggling today, you are not alone. its a cliche thing to say but i promise you at least one other person will be experiencing the feelings your feeling, you may not know them, you may never know them but you are not alone, you never have been and you never will be

you are not weak for struggling, you are not weak for finding ways to cope, no matter what they may be, you are not weak for shutting people out and you are not weak for reaching out for help, no matter how little you think you need it. you deserve help, no matter how small your problems may seem to you, you are worthy of being safe, you are worthy of being happy

i never thought i would release a song highlighting those times for me, but i wanted anyone whose been through these things to know that i love you and i will always love you; this is me trying out now on all platforms❤️‍🩹

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arthur_leclerc: i am so so proud of you, you deserve all the happiness in the world

charles_leclerc: you mean the world to me, i am so proud of what you have achieved and i will be by your side forever and always

yourusername: charlie i hold so much love for you i feel like i may explode

user55: ive been struggling with an addiction for a while, i cannot express the way this song feels. just, thank you so much

yourusername: im right beind you darling, i believe in you❤️‍🩹

user81: i fear if i listen to this anywhere outside of the comfort of my room i will break down in tears

user93: 🩵🩵

user42: I😭JUST😭WANTED😭YOU😭TO😭KNOW😭THAT😭THIS😭IS😭ME😭TRYING😭

sebastianvettel: im so proud of you yn, come visit with charles soon sweetheart

yourusername: dropping everything and coming right now

lewishamilton: 💜💜

yourusername: hi lewis🤭🤭

user70: YN HELP😭😭 (just like me fr)

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*text on first photo reads: i hold so much love for you🩷* *text on second photo reads: my bestest friend in the entire universe🩵*

#f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 smau #f1 social media au #social media au #formula 1 insta au #formula 1 social media au #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc insta au #charles leclerc

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eamour · 22 days

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Hi i don't know if you'll reply/repost this ask but i really believe what i have to say is needed to help people in the manifestation community i am only sending this to you because you are one of the few active ones with a decent following that can get the word out..

The amount of complications people in this community have brought upon themselves is just infuriating and annoying the amount of creators/blog writers that come up with something new every week are just deceiving and preying on people who want to have a better life if you care i hope you'll post this.

Lies and overcomplications like;

'You shouldn't feel lack' 'don't focus on the 3d' 'know that you have it and go on with your life' 'this is the only way you can manifest' 'don't try to affirm or visualize it won't work its just endlessly affirming' 'feel it know' the amount of 3d and 4d 'live in imagination' is all a bunch of bs what Neville said is not the final! And you all seem to forget that

You can do all that and still get what you want sure! you can manifest this way too but why overcomplicate it?

(Yes there is a possibility that spreading this misinformation may not be necessarily intended to cause harm and might be just a misunderstanding from bloggers as well but it still causes to harm to those who are vulnerable and are just wanting to better their life and learn about manifesting)

None of this matters you are the only one who makes yourself manifest and there are many ways and you can use any way/method the problem on tumblr is people push only one way no you don't need to be fulfilled in imagination or 'know you have it and shut up in order to manifest sure Neville found a good way but its not the only way but the amount of people here who push this as if it's the only way and say if you don't do this you will never manifest are fcking playing with people's time and energy! i'm here to root for how far visualization affirming and robotic affirming goes,just for the average person its just such a quick and easy and 'failproof' way to 'get you desires' you don't need to hate the word 'get it' or something like that you don't have chase after knowledge or understanding to 'finaly manifest', when i went back to watching sammy and just affirming with no care about believe the thoughts no care about things like 3d or 4d no care about fulfilment or doing it to get it or anything like that...I've been carefree i don't worry at all...we are always learning about life and spirituality but you don't need an awakening or some sacred knowledge to manifest

You can read these posts that helped me but please no more,thats it no need to scroll and scroll and search for an answer

You don't need to read it all throughly just get the main idea you're good (most of them are short)

https://www.tumblr.com/imperfect777/744087420843245568/stop-scrolling-on-tumblr-twitter-pinterest-etc?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/miracledarling/715265433528320001/the-key-to-manifesting?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sp0iledprincess55/744703729957257216/100-proof?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/dreamsintoreality111/672119540555153408/hey-do-you-prefer-to-change-appearance-through?source=share

My tips and experience..

All this time after being kinda obsessed with the void state (don't even get why people renamed the i am state by Neville lol) trying all things but just being lazy giving up restarting and going back to the old way of thinking, thinking 'why i fail' but now looking back and realizing i just got distracted and stopped never persisted .... now i realize how easy it is but what tumblr was doing was just discouraging me all along so many people lied or were misguided and said 'don't endlessly affirm just decide' implying if you try affirming you'll do it endlessly and never have what u want.. and so i listened....i used to watch sammy after a few videos last year i joined tumblr for a few 6 months at some point i was just reading things which have already been said and read..so i quit and decided to delete tumblr to just actually apply because reading the same thing over and over is no use...i'm now watching sammy ingram again so this is what i vouch for, affirming and thoughts watching sammy ingram (if just deciding or knowing seems like its not for you sammy ingram is great and in my opinion if i also just know or decide its mine then by affirming aren't i just reminding myself..'knowing' & 'deciding' in a way too?) again sammy joe dispenza is more helpful compared to tumblr over 6 months... i have logged back after a month typing this rn to help people and will delete my acc today even the creators i used to follow haven't posted in weeks and i urge people to leave tumblr after a certain point please live your life.

posting this for everyone who is currently overcomplicating the law and beating themselves up for not "doing it right". ♡

i want to add something: you can believe in all of these things (such as "feeling it real" instead of "affirming to get") and if it works for you, that’s good! that’s quite literally the law. but if it’s the opposite for you, if you think that it’s too much work and you would rather robotically affirm to get your desire, then do that.

i have seen both sides on tumblr and twitter, and they are both successful. it’s up to you what you want to make work for yourself!!

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selfinsertmadness · 1 month

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i have a really cool prompt

hope you like my idea,

could you perhaps write a story about the current logan situation with loganxy/n ??

i love your blog soooo muchhhh

Logie and the Australian car incident

pairing: AstonMartin!y/n x Logan Sargeant (can be read platonically or romantically)

author's note: I haven't written any fanfic stuff in literal years (middle school me is quacking) but I tried my best with that one. Looking forward to any suggestions or critiques you may have :) (insert obligatory English is not my native language here) (please send promts!!!!)

The day starts off as any other day on a busy race weekend would and you are busy running around the Aston Martin garage making sure everything is in order before you return to your place at the back of the garage. You let your gaze sweep over the garage one last time before getting out your work phone and texting your boss, Lawrence, that everything is in order. The cars seem good, the mechanics had no complaints and Lance and Fernando were reasonably happy with everything. A satisfied smile washes over your face, your job was busy but reasonably easy, as the team caretaker your sole mission was to make sure the team was happy, the drivers taken care of, and the PR supervisors were not losing their minds running after their drivers while also texting Lawrence even the most minute details about his son and the other driver.

It seems quite redundant to you, but Lawrence Stroll pays well and who are you to turn down a job as a glorified team nanny.

You take a seat at the back and watch the first practice session absentmindedly, letting your gaze wander down to your phone occasionally, and scrolling through Twitter, scoffing at all the hate towards the current grid. It never ceases to amaze you how people can be so hateful, but then again, some people are just unhappy about their own lives. Looking up at the screen you watch a Williams car hit the wall on the right before sliding across the track and grinding its way to a stop on the left barrier. You gasp as you jump up, the rest of the garage wincing in sympathy as the car finally stops. You quickly turn to a mechanic nearby. “Who was that?”, you ask a little panicked as you watch the red flag fly and a driver in a Williams race suit climb out of the cockpit. “Albon, I think”, the mechanic replies helpfully as you try and suppress a relieved sigh. You still feel sorry for Alex but simultaneously thanking your lucky stars that Logan was not the one in an accident this time.

When Logan first got signed by Williams you both were ecstatic, you had met years ago when your parents had taken you on a vacation to Florida where you met Logan and you’ve kept in touch ever since. You had already been working for Aston Martin when Logan started in F1 and the fact that you could spend a lot more time together now served as further motivation to both of you to give it your best. You quickly shoot him a text, knowing he won’t be responding until later, before sending your boss a quick update and making sure the crash had not affected your team.

You honestly had forgotten you texted Logan in the first place as you watch the cars head out for the second practice session, Alex staying back in the pits, watching his teammate drive. You smile as you send Logan some memes you had found on twitter, knowing he would have a laugh once he got back to his room after the strenuous practice sessions of the day. Aston Martin, for once, had no major issues you had attend to and you could lean back and relax, as much as one in a Formula 1 garage can relax, in your seat while harassing the Aston Martin Instagram Admin with Memes you think they should be posting asap.

As the second practice session ends you help the team pack up and prepare for the next day as the drivers attend to their media duties and you stretch in relief as the first day of the Australian Grand Prix comes to an end. After having everything sorted you get out your work phone and sign off for the day before taking out your personal phone and responding to some texts before checking your chat with Logan, seeing that he had read your messages but not responded. ‘You ok?’, you send him before shrugging off any worry you might have. Surely, he was just busy, after all, he was the only Williams driver that would be starting on Sunday. You really wouldn’t want to be in his shoes, the weight of the entire team and all the fans’ expectations resting on your shoulders. You might have a lot of responsibility but at least you were free of the expectations fans place on the drivers, mechanics and team principals.

You quickly slip into the shower of your private hotel room, a perk you were eternally grateful for, and put on some pajamas before order room service. You had earned it after all and looking after your figure was thankfully not a concern you had. ‘Ignoring your bestie? That’s not how I know you Loggie!’ you text Logan as you open the door for the food you had ordered and sit down before digging into the pepperoni pizza you had been craving for a week.

You startle as you hear a knock from your hotel room door. You shoot a quick glance at your phone, 11pm. You quietly approach the door and look through the peephole cautiously. Who would disturb you that late on a race weekend? Looking through the hole you see Logan at the door, his face unusually pale and his expression unnervingly neutral. Quickly you reach for the doorhandle, pulling the door open. “Logie? What got you a-knocking that late?”, you ask jokingly but the lighthearted smile on your face quickly fades as he stands on the swell of your door like a man lost, his eyes suspiciously watery. “Oh dear”, you mumble as you quickly pull him into your room and heard him towards your bed, letting him sit down before standing before him and looking at him with a stern expression. “What’s wrong?”, you ask, concern written all over your face.

He sighs, falling back onto the bed. “They’re taking my car.”, his voice sounds wobbly as he explains. “Who is taking your car?”, you ask, your voice confused.

“James. He said Alex has a higher chance of scoring and I get it, but I tried so hard, you know? They said they trusted me, and I was ready to proof how much I have improved and now I can’t drive at all. I didn’t crash the car! It’s not my fault! I didn’t do anything…”, he rambles, his voice flowing between sadness, anger and betrayal before ending in defeat. You look at him, he still has his upper body lying on your bed, his feet dangling off the side as he continues explaining what had happened. Quietly you sit down next to him on the bed and gently stroke through his hair as you let him talk out his frustrations. “y/n? What do I do now?”, Logan asks as he looks up at you, his eyes still wet but trying his hardest to not shed a tear.

“I will put the fear of God into that good-for-nothing son of a bitch.”, you explain very matter of factly. “I’m gonna walk down to the Williams hospitality and I’m gonna scream at your team principal!”, you declare with a huff as you get off of your bed and towards where you kicked off your shoes when you came back from the paddock earlier that night.

“Y/N, do NOT do that.”, Logan warns as he gets up and grabs your hand. “That is just going to make it worse.” “Okay but it’s also gonna make me feel a lot better ‘cause who does he think he is? Taking your car and giving it away. I’m gonna make him regret this entire week” you say angrily as you look up at him with determination and the wrath of someone who’s best friend was just wronged in your eyes.

“Please don’t”, Logan asks with sad eyes, gripping your hand even tighter. “Please just stay with me tonight, I feel sick. I just want to cry.”, he admits to you as you feel your resolve break. “But- “, you trail off as you watch him stand before you, his hand still tightly gripping yours. You sigh in defeat before squeezing his hand. “Right but only ‘cause you asked me to, if it was up to me…”, you stop, leaving the threat hang in the air of your hotel room as you head towards the small desk. “Pizza”, you declare as you shove the leftovers of your pizza into Logans hands. “My TV has Netflix, what do you want to watch?”, you ask as you throw yourself into the hotel room bed and turn on the flatscreen TV hanging opposite it.

Logan lets out a surprised laugh and sits down next to you, the pizza carton still tightly in his hands as he gets out a slice and lets you choose whatever show you find on the homepage. The evening continues in relative silence as Logan finishes the pizza and you sit in the bed, leaning onto each other. “I’m still sending him negative vibes, like spiritually”, you grumble as he giggles before slipping off to sleep for the night.

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their-pebble-bear · 11 months

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Housewife (KiriBaku X Reader)

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Notes: Okay as you guys know, I mainly write for KiriBaku.

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Summary: KiriBaku's wife was an underground hero before a mission gone wrong left her unable to work. The media starts harassing her as she doesn't work neither "contribute" to the household (aka. kids). They defend her publicly.

Warnings: Social Media bullying, minor depression and anxiety, breakdown, minor anxiety attack, cussing, threat of violence, harsh words such as whore and like so used (If I missed anything please tell me)

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Scrolling through twitter, tiktok and various other social medias, you filled your day. Ever since a mission left you unable to work without risking your entire body you couldn't do much. You've tried working receptionist jobs but the frequent headaches left you unfit for any position. You mostly ended up lounging around the house, cleaning, doing laundry. You always made sure there was food for your husbands to come home to be it in the fridge or the table.

You found a post talking about how pro heroes Dynamite and Red Riot were married with a wife and you instantly thought it was someone just hating on the poly aspect of your relationship but no, it was much worse. It was someone saying how they never saw you work, how you must be nothing more than a gold digger with two rich top 5 hero husbands to provide for you. It was degrading as they put you down to nothing more than a status seeking trophy wife. You tried to ignore it, it was common to see such people but the more posts you saw the more your felt your mind slip.

You stared at the TV, where your husbands were both in an interview at the moment and they pulled up the posts on a TV screen in front of them.

"What the fuck is this?!" Katsuki snarled as he glared at the screen.

"Who wrote this?" Eiji shivered in anger, hiding better than your short fused husband.

"A person on Twitter wrote a series of posts regarding your wife. I would like to ask, is it true the marriage was arranged by your PR team?" The interview asked hoping for a big scoop.

Kats shook in anger as Eiji was ready to get up and leave the interview.

"As you knuckleheads know, we have been married for 6 years. 3 years after we opened our agency. Our WIFE is nobody's business and if she wants to speak publicly that's on her to do so BUT nobody else DARE pry in her business." Kats spat as he got up and left.

"She always make sure our house is clean when we get home, she always makes sure we come to a homemade meal leaving it in the fridge or ready on the table. She helps us with our wounds, makes sure we always have what we need, our clothes are always clean. This for her is more than what we ask her to do and it's way above the 'bare minimum'. Please refrain from prying into our lives." Eiji says as he gets up and leaves aswell.

The PR team will not be happy but if it made it's way into an interview, it sure as hell reached you. They sped home hoping that maybe it wasn't too late, despite them knowing it definitely was.

They found you curled up on the couch, your favourite plushie under your chin and tucked close to your chest and scrolling trying to find jobs. All your head was saying was to find a job, contribute, stop being worthless, stop being a leech.

Kats grabbed your phone and threw it on the couch next to you as Eiji scooped you up into his arms and cradled you.

"Gold digger, status seeking trophy wife, whore...." Your voice kept trailing off softly as you cuddled your plushie closer to your chest shoving yourself deeper into the blanket while Eiji softly ran a hand through your hair.

"Pebble, you are NOTHING like they are saying. Please believe me darling. You have no choice in the matter and work just as hard as us." Eiji said softly as he held you.

Kats bent down by your side, placing a kiss on both you and your plushie. "He's right baby. You always make sure we come home to a nice meal, go on grocery runs, wash our clothes and everything else. We're grateful to have you here."

Kats isn't always like this, he is soft and caring but only when he needs to be or something tough is happening. You knew he never lied, something you fell for back when you met in UA. You sniffled as you slowly came back to your senses and hugged the plushie harder.

"I'm sorry. I promise I try." You said softly as they both shushed you and kissed your head.

"Baby you don't have to try. You already do so much for us." Kats said rubbing his thumb over your covered knee.

"Hey I have an idea darling, how about we get a puppy? It can keep you company when we have long missions and it can help you take care of someone." Eiji suggested smiling as he cradled you.

Your eyes shone in happiness and you nodded your head excited.

Maybe you weren't able to contribute financially to the household, but you were the one making sure they came back home to a safe place, where they knew they could remove their masks and be themselves.

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Please note! This is all my original work! I do not give permission to repost, credit yourself or steal my ideas. Reblogs are appreciated! The picture is not to be saved and used! That is originally made by my fiancé!

#bakugo x reader #kiribaku x reader #kirishima x reader #mha #anime

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demonichikikomori · 3 months

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Kalim al Asim x GN!AFAB!Reader Word Count: 1.8k+ Tags: Phone Sex

Art by ttthasyu on Twitter!

People say he's so pure... Please, his dad gave him like twenty siblings that young man is going to crack you open like a buttered up lobster tail. Thank you for voting in my Devil's Tarot again! I use that event when I feel overwhelmed with ideas so I really appreciate you guys helping. I hope you enjoy!

SUMMARY:

While spending some alone time in Ramshackle, you texted back and forth with Kalim. It was late and you were finally winding down for the day. And when he prepares to send you a funny video on MagiCam, he copy and pasted the wrong link...

You laid in bed while scrolling through your phone, Grim was asleep downstairs on the couch and you didn’t have the heart to wake him up for bedtime with you. It was reaching the midnight hour as you sent another silly video to Kalim. The two of you had been texting back and forth since you made it back to Ramshackle once classes ended for the day. And that was hours ago.

The texts never fell dry, never awkward. It was always fun when you talked with him over text or even over call. Kalim would often send you links to MagiCam posts he liked. Usually it was a meme or cute video. You of course would send one back.

Over the last half hour, his messages began to slow down, and you assumed he was getting tired. You didn’t mind, and he knew that. When he was ready to sleep, he was always the first to wish you goodnight with a long string of emojis. Kalim laughed in response to the short video you sent, he prepared to send another back to you.

[Kalim]: Look at this one! Let's try it sometime!

[Kalim]: ★⌒ヽ(●’､＾●)

You opened the link that appeared to have no preview image with a soft smile. Tonight, the post was something you were sure he didn’t mean to share with you. And you wondered if this was why his messages began to slow down. With wide eyes and burning cheeks you choked down a gasp. It was a MagiCam post, but it was from a ‘certain side’ of the platform that was always under the radar. The account name was just ‘Nutmeg’ and it was a video of a gorgeous young woman smirking at the screen. Her hair was a reddish-brown, pulled back into a ponytail as she admired a man’s erection who was only visible from the waist down. She bobbed her head slowly and elegantly, her violet eyes flicking from the camera to the man who’s strong, bulky thighs wouldn’t stop quivering. You prepared mentally in how to respond to the video link Kalim had sent until the next roll of texts came flooding in.

[Kalim]: WGAKSFJAHAL

[Kalim]: IMSO SORTY

[Kalim]: SORRY*

[Kalim]: PLEASE FORGET YOU SAW THAT PLEASWE!!!!!!!!!!!!

You could practically see him pacing around his room in a panicked state. How he would be collapsing on his floor in shame with his face in his palms. You didn’t think Kalim had a single bone in his body that would cause him to watch videos like this. Especially the raunchier ones you could only find on the adult side of MagiCam. The girl is super pretty too…

But, Kalim is a guy. And watching these kinds of videos comes with the territory. But you never expected a guy like Kalim to look into stuff like this. He was that pure boy with his head in the clouds and a sunny smile no one could hate. Innocent in every way. To think that he dreamed of things like this… To picture him watching erotic videos with a flushed face and half-lidded eyes… It left you flushed.

[Kalim]: ILL BUY YOU A HOUSE IF YOU FORGIVE ME!!!!!!!!!

The text made you snort as you felt the heat in your face start to fade. It was an accident. You texted back quickly that it was fine, a simple mistake and there was nothing for him to be flustered over. But as you paused over the phone’s keyboard a curiosity began to fill you. You admitted that you watched things like that from time to time as well.

[Kalim]: Well what ones do you watch?

[Kalim]: ………. (///////) ?

[Kalim]: Is that weird to ask!??!?!?!?

It would be weird if it was anyone other than Kalim. You knew Ace and Deuce shared links with each other after a disgusting group chat conversation you didn’t want to be a part of. But maybe it was just different with Kalim? You didn’t feel uncomfortable talking about this with him. Just sheepish.

You responded quickly to say it was fine. You looked away in thought as you recalled videos that stuck out to you, or you often returned to during your alone time. Even going as far as to mention a creator or two you often lurked around. You mentioned that the girl in the video was gorgeous anyway, so you could understand the appeal Kalim saw. Your heart began to pick up speed as you glanced towards the door, then back at your phone while Kalim began texting a response. You decided to ask him if ‘Miss. Nutmeg’ was the only account he liked. It was a teasing question, nothing too serious or inappropriate. But since you shared, you only felt that it was fair for him to do the same.

[Kalim]: I have a few that I like.

[Kalim]: I use an alt MagiCam account to follow them.

[Kalim]: Ill show you!

The next text was a screenshot of an account with a black profile picture. You made mental note of the username ‘coconutzdeep’ and the lack of photos posted to the account. But, the likes and bookmarks weren’t locked. You quickly went to stalk through the treasure trove, looking through the bookmarks with a now burning face. Girls tied up in ribbons, intimate sex in crystal clear pools, lust filled group sex, and lots and lots of oral. You couldn’t imagine Kalim doing any of this with anyone. The more you swiped against your phone screen, a heat began to settle deep within your core. It got stronger the more you realized this was not some faceless stranger’s perverted interests. They were Kalim’s.

[Kalim]: I thought I would be too embarrassed to show you.

[Kalim]: But it feels different now that im doing it! Its okay cause its the two of us!

You agreed. It was different when it was just the two of you. Your hand slipped beneath the covers, pushing the waistband to your pajama pants low on your thighs. You hesitated on the idea of sending Kalim a message saying you were ready for bed as an excuse to slip away from the chats for a quick fingering. But the curiosity came back. It was a different feeling with Kalim. You felt much bolder when talking with him. With your pajama pants now resting mid-thigh, you playfully told Kalim that his bookmarks left you hot and bothered. You’d have to leave him for the rest of the night to take care of yourself. You could feel yourself becoming soaked as you went back to scrolling through the filthy content he had curated on a hidden account. You slid your hand between your thighs, stimulating the pearl of nerves using your middle finger. You wished Kalim was here with you, telling you all of these things in person.

[Kalim]: Is it okay if I call you?

[Kalim]: Right now?

The text sent your thighs snapping around your hand. You felt like he had caught you in the act, even without you telling him what you were doing. But you responded quickly, telling him it was fine. The phone only needed to ring once before you answered and held it up to your ear. Kalim was already breathless on the other end. He said nothing, but you could tell where this could be going. Your body relaxed and you parted your thighs, swiping at the thin sheet of sweat with a soft sigh. “Hey… Can we..?” He trailed off on the other end before nervously stammering. “Y’know… Cause it’s different when it’s the two of us but… I think it could make it… Fun?” He suggested, progressively getting more bold. You could hear his voice hitch on the other end and what sounded like him pushing his covers down his thighs. “It’s fine right?” He whispered into the receiver as you nodded silently, your eyes falling shut with your fingers massaging the bundle of nerves between your thighs. “Yeah, s’fine.” You muttered with careful rubs against your clit above the cotton fabric of your panties. “‘Cause it’s us.” You assured him, gnawing at your bottom lip as he moaned into the receiver.

Your panties were shoved down, just enough for you to prop up your legs as an easier way to stimulate yourself. You giggled to yourself, face getting hot as you listened to Kalim steadily panting in your ear. “Were you hard the whole time?” You asked teasingly. Kalim grumbled something under his breath, and then a shy ‘no’. You didn’t believe him. “Even when you sent me that porn link?” His voice was shaky as you collected the juices on your fingers and slowly pushed two of them inside. You crooked them up against your most sensitive spots as a soft string of moans left Kalim’s lips. “That was different…” He moaned and you could hear the soft, rhythmic, smack of him eagerly stroking himself. “I’m- ah, a guy too…” He huffed as your fingers sped up to match his pace. He was moving pretty fast, and it wasn’t anything casual. Kalim was eager to cum with you on the other end of the phone. “A-Aren’t you moving kinda fast?” You commented jokingly and it was his turn to laugh. “Can’t handle it?” Your heart jumped in your chest, and your walls flexed excitedly around your fingers.

“I can…” You muttered as your thighs began to shake. The soft sound of his moans making their way through the phone receiver left a burning heat building within your gut. Your fingers were now coated in a thin, shiny sheet of your own juices as Kalim continued on the other end. “I like it fast, I last longer. Going too slow… You can feel everything.” He spoke quietly as you fought back a string of whines far too embarrassing to share with Kalim. You pushed your fingers deeper, listening to the faint pumping of his hand on the other hand. You won’t last much longer. “C… Can we cum together? Please? Please cum with me?” Kalim’s voice was airy and he seemed to be moving even faster.

“I-I’m…” You trailed off as your face began to burn. Your chest began to tighten. Your toes curled and flexed. The muscles in your abdomen wound up tight and you struggled to bite back your groan as you reached your orgasm. The juices mixed with the sweat clinging to your body, making their way down to stain your sheets beneath you. A gasp slipped past your lips and you slowly pulled your fingers out of your twitching hole as you laid writhing with your head spinning from the force of your orgasm.

The sticky film coated your fingers as you came down from the high, sinking against your pillows as you listened to Kalim pant along with you on the other end of the receiver. You hadn’t expected phone sex to be like this. You were guessing neither had Kalim. As you slowly sat up, Kalim hummed through the speaker, whispering into the phone with a lust filled purr.

“Hey… Can I come over?”

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gloriousrunwayninja · 18 days

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Lies and overcomplications like;

'You shouldn't feel lack' 'don't focus on the 3d' 'know that you have it and go on with your life' 'this is the only way you can manifest' 'don't try to affirm or visualize it won't work its just endlessly affirming' 'you have to live in the end or you won't manifest' 'feel it know' the amount of 3d and 4d 'live in imagination' is all a bunch of bs what Neville said is not the final! And you all seem to forget that

You can do all that and still get what you want sure! you can manifest this way too but why overcomplicate it?

You can read these posts that helped me but please no more,thats it no need to scroll and scroll and search for an answer

You don't need to read it all throughly just get the main idea you're good (most of them are short)

https://www.tumblr.com/imperfect777/744087420843245568/stop-scrolling-on-tumblr-twitter-pinterest-etc?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/miracledarling/715265433528320001/the-key-to-manifesting?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sp0iledprincess55/744703729957257216/100-proof?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/dreamsintoreality111/672119540555153408/hey-do-you-prefer-to-change-appearance-through?source=share

My tips and experience..

I I agree with you tysmm for this I also left tumblr cuz I just felt so discouraged but now I'm doing much better and found what method work better for me and it's going good

#law of assumption #the void state #ask #manifestation #answered ask #affirmations #my asks #neville goddard #anon ask #manifesting

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lino-nyangi · 6 months

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it is appaling to me that the number of posts about palestine on my dashboard after scrolling for a good few minutes can be counted on the fingers of one hand. god forbid you stopped talking about your interests for 30 seconds to shed light on literal genocide taking place in front of our eyes.

however i'm not here to accuse or guilt trip anyone. i am only here because i feel responsible of amplifying the voices of those that the world refuses to hear and this happens to be my only account on this platform. i have no idea if tumblr is doing as good of a job as meta is at censoring palestinian content but even if it is, the only solution to that is to post nonetheless and overwhelm the system– our voice will come through no matter how much they try to silence it.

i had to calm down and think very well about how to put this. if i had posted this last night as we received arguably the worst news in the history of this story, it would've came out hysterical to say the least. all i want to say is it's not too late. it's not too late to speak up. it's not too late to show support. it's not too late to educate yourself if you don't know enough. it's not too late to acknowledge you've been fed misinformation and propaganda through the media or your environment. it's not too late to hold yourself accountable and change your attitude.

we can't afford to stay silent in this time. palestinians can't afford you staying silent. palestinians can't afford you looking away while they are ruthlessly ethnically cleansed.

here's one of the many many ressources you can check to read more about the palestinian plight against the israeli regime.

accounts like @/letstalkpalestine on instagram also share helpful information.

i can't promise to be active here as i'm mainly on my personal twitter acc, but i will try to post bite sized content to help break down the topic. one thing that i do want to make clear from the beginning though and that is anti zionism is not, and will never equate antisemitism. condemning an apartheid genocidal regime is not and will never equate sending deliberate hate and racism towards jewish people. be careful because this is exactly what they want you to think.

i will also do my best to answer any questions you're too afraid to ask, send them on anon if that makes you comfortable. just please. please don't be silent. please don't be neutral. choosing silence is being complicit. choosing neutrality is siding with the oppressor.

free palestine ✌🏼🕊️🇵🇸

#palestine #free palestine

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dollfaceirene · 22 days

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Lies and overcomplications like;

You can do all that and still get what you want sure! you can manifest this way too but why overcomplicate it?

You can read these posts that helped me but please no more,thats it no need to scroll and scroll and search for an answer

You don't need to read it all throughly just get the main idea you're good (most of them are short)

https://www.tumblr.com/imperfect777/744087420843245568/stop-scrolling-on-tumblr-twitter-pinterest-etc?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/miracledarling/715265433528320001/the-key-to-manifesting?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sp0iledprincess55/744703729957257216/100-proof?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/dreamsintoreality111/672119540555153408/hey-do-you-prefer-to-change-appearance-through?source=share

My tips and experience..

reposting becuz i agree with this 100%. Alot of stuff in the loa community is so overcomplicated and conflicting which just makes stuff seem way more complicated then it actually is

#desired reality #shifting #dollfaceirene #law of assumption #loa tumblr #manifestation #loa #loa blog #loassumption #neville goddard

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a-queer-seminarian · 11 months

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big ol' worry dump, i promise i'll post something rebloggable soon but i'm still processing everything and have not had time to write it coherently! cw queerphobia from the pulpit, church hurt, verbal violence, and brief csa mention (not a specific case)

SO. for anyone not keeping up, this past Sunday i visited my childhood church in ohio, and was devastated when near the end of his homily (Catholic word for sermon haha) my childhood pastor suddenly switched from celebrating the Spirit who bursts through closed doors to proclaiming that The Church Is Under Attack from people like the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. :/

After he finished and sat down, i stood up and got behind the lectern/pulpit to remind him and everyone in the room that queer and trans people have the Holy Spirit too, because his words implied otherwise. And i could not risk that any other person there felt suddenly and utterly alone — i had to make sure they knew that not everyone agreed with our priest's message.

(Here's a place you can watch a clip of the homily — obviously mega content warning for homophobia, please keep yourself safe and remember you are loved!! — as well as my response)

Not long into speaking, I was escorted peacefully out of the building. Two parishioners followed and found me outside, and thanked me for what i said. They were very sweet <3

As we were talking, another parishioner stormed out and got very, very verbally violent. It was scary shit.

Other parishioners eventually came out and led Scary Man away, thankfully. The church's other, younger & newer priest, Father Jim, also came out to apologize profusely to us. Then i went home. My wife and i flew home to Georgia the next morning.

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and...stuff keeps happening.

i did not expect this to make the news, but it did. the Cleveland Plain Dealer wrote on it, and so have other papers across the country.

an officer called me to ask if i wanted to press charges on Scary Man. I don't, because i'm just not convinced the results would be helpful to actually stopping him from doing what he did again.

if anyone has resources or someone smart i could talk to for advice on alternatives to cops & court for a situation like this, please hit me up!!!

after agreeing to an interview with the Plain Dealer reporter, which used my first and last name, folks have been finding me on social media to offer their support, which actually has been so uplifting and i plan to post some of the messages later!

my parents are proud of me and support me BUT my mom is worried sick that someone is going to, like, find out where i live and come attack me. i'd be more worried that they find out who my parents are and go attack them, tbh.

i've had more sudden spikes of adrenaline in the past five days than i have in the past like, 2 years lol

i've also talked with more different individuals on the phone in the past five days than i had over the rest of 2023 so far

i was scrolling through twitter last night and randomly came across a tweet featuring a TikTok of a cut-down version of my priest's homily + my response...i really don't like what parts they cut out, or what they titled it. and it's got over a million views. :OOO

there's a lot of confusion in the replies — people who don't realize i'm a former parishioner, not an active one; people not knowing how to gender me which is fine but it's, you know, getting a little grating; and of course, people resorting to saying Father Tim must be "closeted gay" or otherwise have a Sinister Secret himself to say what he said...I hate that kind of rhetoric.

Not every person who spouts homophobia is secretly gay. The Biggest Homophobes are usually, shockingly, straight.

And flippantly suggesting that anyone, even a Catholic priest, is a pedophile without facts to back that accusation up only serves to harm csa victims — because then when there really is a case that needs to be pursued, people may not take it seriously.

one big thing that's bothering me about how everyone on every side of the debate is interpreting Father Tim's homily is they are focusing mostly on his condemnation of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence — and while I certainly oppose what he said about them, it's actually the first half of his message that scared me more: the stuff about the church being under attack and how Christians must defend it. He ended with a vague reminder to do so "peacefully," without any examples about how that's even done. And obviously, Scary Man didn't absorb that part of the message.

sigh. i was really hoping that agreeing to an interview with the plain dealer reporter who wrote the first article would give me a chance to explain why i felt i had to interrupt Mass, but unfortunately they didn't include those quotes. i'm really disappointed.

that article's title also says "attendee fired back," using exactly the kind of violence-coded language that I had a problem with in F. Tim's homily. So that's really unfortunate.

which is why i want to write up my perspective. i did send a long ass email to father tim the other night explaining what i did, why his message was hurtful AND fueled his parishioner's violence, and asking if we could talk about alternative ways to hold Scary Man accountable beyond the law. he hasn't responded yet.

anyway. yeah. it's been. a lot. good vibes and prayers are so very appreciated! and seriously, if anyone has resources about alternatives to legal action when we're dealing with someone who got very verbally violent and physically aggressive, i'd love some help figuring out what to do. also any thoughts about like, keeping myself safe? yeah

Anyway, gonna end with the affirmation that God made us Good; human diversity is what it looks like to be in the image of an Infinite creator; and queerness is a holy gift that the Body of Christ can't do without!!

Amen and amen.

#log #gonna start tagging these #Pentecost Incident

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hetalia-club · 10 months

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Russia won because multiple big named artists in this fandom was sharing the posts on Twitter and other sites. You even said sabotage was allowed? Why you mad?

pay attention please....you could easily find your answer if you scroll down just a little to read but you clearly can't do that so I will again repeat myself so there is no confusion.

I'm MAD because people were saying they would kill/harm themselves if certain characters didn't win leaving me in a bad position. also mad is not the word. Disappointed/annoyed is a better word I am not someone who gets 'mad'.

Also as I said when I said sabotage was allowed creating thousands of fake accounts was not what i had in mind. 1 or 2 sure but hundreds just defeats the purpose and destroys the fun of actually seeing who people like more. if it's just a few people battling it out on who can make the most accounts faster is dumb. Idk what you say it's just stupid. Maybe it would be Russia maybe it wouldn't we'll never know now because teh voting was thrown off by people making a ton of fake accounts

there was mass fake blog making on BOTH sides. Not just Russia OR Romano's side. just a few hours I watched it go from 51% Russia 52% Romano 52%russia and back to 51% Russia that is over 500 votes in like 3 hours. it is just not possible idk what you say. How the votes would be mass and sway so heavily one side at a time is just not possible. Sure a few votes here and there is possible but not hundreds and hundreds back and forth. As I said I had the annons admitting they rigged it i have admission from both sides from multiple annons.(I did clean out my inbox because there was a ton in there but they were there) Once I mentioned I was disappointed by the mass rigging the votes stopped completely. I know what I am talking about. you can think I'm stupid and disagree if you want but i know what I'm talking bout.

i don't give a fuck if Russia would have beaten Romano fairly. To think Romano would have taken the whole thing fairly on his own is a long shot. I said in the tags when I posted this round 'the king had a good run but i don't think he could pull this one off'. i said the only person i didn't want beating Romano was Spain but that is for a personal vendetta.

you can ask people I DM with in private messages I said "hey I would love Romano to win he has my vote but I really don't think he can do it realistically." I told people I DM NOT to make a bunch of accounts and to just let it be fair.

I still don't know what I am going to do about the results. I do wish people would think about ME. i am not just a faceless account I am a real person you are demanding answers from as if you know me at all or know what I've been dealing with in my ask box.

if you have been following this poll you would know that I did not disqualify Spain when 1 person was sending me dozens of hate mail every day for about 2 months.

maybe I'll change my mind when I get over it. like I said IDK what I'll do but sending me asks saying 'why you mad bro' is not helping me epically when I have stated like 15 times 'why I'm mad bro'

also don't fucking blame Ironic-Orange OR Grims for this they have no control what their followers do just like how I don't. They didn't tell everyone to go make hundreds of mass fake accounts and spend actual real life hours swaying votes. The didn't tell their followers to send me asks implying they would hurt themselves if the polls did not go the way they wanted. They did NOTHING WRONG. I don't want another person in my asks or tags saying other wise I have already deleted several. I'm not upset with them at all I blame them for nothing! That would be dumb. All they did was promote and say they would draw art if they won. Which GREAT! i love that! Now you get your art! everyone wins. Everyone should be happy. Idk why you aren't unless you were one of the ones spamming new accounts and you feel invalidated. Which you shouldn't because you won! congrats!

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scarl3ttjpg · 9 months

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Back to Square One (07)

I woke up in a slight panic as I rolled off the couch, hitting the floor hard with a thud. My head was pounding and my back ached as I looked around the living room. Clyde and Bebe were both still asleep on the floor, and Butters had presumably gone to his room to sleep in his own bed, which was understandable. I took a look at my phone and was surprised to see that it was already well past 10 am. I scrolled through my notifications, skimming over the several texts from my dad asking where we were and if we were coming home any time soon. I sent him a quick response, verifying that Clyde and I weren't dead as I pulled myself off the ground and sat properly on the couch.

I began scrolling through Twitter, and sighed at all of the back-and-forth subtweets from the previous night. Nobody at the party had any business going on social media last night, and I could already tell that this would only make people more upset with me.

I set my phone down next to me and rest my head in my hands, the mere thought of everything draining all of the energy from my body. I'd always been one to overthink and doubt myself, and my current reputation didn't help at all. Back in elementary school, they were all reluctant in include me in their game. They only even considered it because of Clyde, not because they had wanted me to be a friend. Then when all the rumors started spreading, they all dropped me without a second thought. They all made it abundantly clear that they never wanted me to be a part of their group, but Kyle especially had made the biggest deal of it. The moment he heard what I did, both actually and allegedly, he decided that I was the worst person to exist. He decided that I was some sort of monster.

The thing that I never could understand, though, is why he's still so upset about it. Over ten years later and he still berates me every chance he gets. He was the first to drop me and the last to move on.

Still lost in my thoughts, I hear quiet footsteps pad down the hall into the living room. I didn't think to look up until I heard Butters speak.

"Oh, hey Y/N! Glad to see you're awake," he smiled. I gave a thumbs up. My head hurt too badly to verbally respond. I watched Butters make his way into the kitchen and fix himself a bowl of cereal. He looked over to me and gestured, silently asking if I wanted anything to which I shook my head. Clyde and I would probably stop and get lunch before we get home at this rate.

"Are you doin' okay? I know you got pretty upset last night. Gosh, I'm sorry about all of that, I thought he'd have moved on by now..."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, I'm fine. I don't even remember a lot of what happened last night, I probably drank too much," I half-lied. If there's one thing I hate doing, it's making people worry about me. At school, I had gotten used to getting through things on my own. Hell, I never even bothered my roommate or my RA with anything.

Butters frowned at my answer but didn't continue pushing me. He took a seat next to me as he ate a spoonful of his breakfast in silence. We sat in quiet for a moment before Bebe slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes and letting out a groan.

"Who the fuck let me get that bad last night..." she whined, holding her head in her hands. One thing about Bebe is that she's a lightweight in denial. When she drinks, she always gets blackout drunk.

Bebe's whining was loud enough to wake up Clyde, who was just as whiny if not more so. He spent a few minutes ranting and mumbling about how bad his head and stomach hurt before I shot him a glare. I knew that he would still be whining about this the entire ride home, I wasn't going to listen to this longer than I had to.

"Hey, bozo, shut up please. My head already hurts without your bitching and I have to drive you home," I said coldly at my brother. He shut his mouth and frowned. I cleared my throat before looking at Butters and Bebe as I stood up.

"Anyways... We should probably get home," I started. "Our dad's been asking where we are all morning." I quickly gave Bebe and Butters hugs before making my way to the door, followed by Clyde.

"The party was fun. Y'know, aside from that... Hiccup."

We each said quick goodbyes before Clyde and I stepped out into the hall and made our way to the car. After what felt like an eternity of listening to Clyde complain about how hungover he was, we finally arrived at home. As fast as I could, I hopped out of the car and got inside the house.

"Dad, we're home!" I shouted into the house before I saw a note on the coffee table stating that he was out running errands. I sighed and sat down on the couch and leaned my head back. I smiled at the peace and quiet as Clyde shuffled his way up to his room until my phone vibrated. My smile shifted to a frown as I saw who had texted me.

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#back to square one #clyde donovan #y/n #kyle broflovski x reader #south park smau #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #bebe stevens #butters stotch #stan marsh

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Chapter 9 - Apology Tour

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: Attempts to reconcile are made.

Genre:**College AU**

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Virgin Reader, Yandere Suguru, Emotional Cheating

Suguru Art by: Ilameys

Your eyes opened slowly as you attempted to stretch your limbs, ultimately failing when you realized they were tangled up in someone else’s. You felt a tickle against your cheek and pulled back, finding Suguru asleep next to you, his messy hair falling over you both. It was late. You could tell from the way the moon casted a pale glow into your room and the eerie silence of the night outside of your windows. Suguru was holding you tightly to him, like if he let go he’d fall off of the earth. It was cute, but it was also really fucking hot so you wriggled out of his grasp. He sighed almost sadly at the loss of your body against his and you couldn’t help but smile seeing the cute furrow of his eyebrows. You took a moment to admire him.

Had he always been so incredibly handsome?

The memories of the activities you took part in with Suguru washed over you and you felt your face heat up furiously as the thought. The thought of Suguru between your legs, tasting you, touching you - being the first person you’d ever done such a thing with. A part of you wondered what it would be like if you ever decided to take the next step with each other one day, your heart pounding hard imagining it.

You would have never thought you’d be here with Suguru. You’d both started the year off hating each other so deeply you couldn’t have a conversation without trying to rip the other’s throat out. You don’t know when your feelings for Suguru changed, but you suspected it was long before you even met Satoru.

You squeezed your eyes shut at the thought of him. Poor Satoru, poor Utahime. You would have to find a way to make it up to them. You could have saved Satoru from heartache by not dating him in the first place or even breaking up with him when you felt your feelings for Suguru begin to grow. You regretted hurting him. Utahime…you had no idea she felt anything more than friendship towards Suguru until the night of the club. Though as you thought back, you figured if you had spent a little less time glaring at Suguru yourself, you would have noticed the soft caresses of her hands on Suguru’s arm when she laughed, the way her face turned beet red when you would pass him on your morning runs together (you thought she was just tired), or even the way she always seemed to bring him up in conversation.

Actually thinking back now, it was pretty obvious.

You shook your head, not trying to get into that right now. Right now, you needed a glass of water. Apparently having someone snatch your soul out of you from between your legs resulted in extreme thirst. You climbed out of the bed, careful not to disturb the dark haired man currently occupying your bed and snuck out of your room, grabbing your phone along the way. You roamed down the hall into the kitchen, eyes widening in surprise when you found a familiar head of brown hair tied back with a white bow also in the kitchen.

Utahime was scrolling through her phone when her gaze drifted up to you. You flinched at the way her face contorted in what you could only describe as very poorly disguised disgust.

“Hime–” you began. She held her hand up, stopping you before you could even start.

“I really don’t want to talk to you”, she snapped.

Always a hothead.

“I know, but please Hime. It’s been weeks. I just need to tell you how sorry I am”, you pleaded. “I swear it wasn’t my intention to hurt you or Satoru. I know you don’t want to hear this, but please. Just give me a second. I’ll answer any of your questions with complete honesty.”

“How long?”, she questioned, not wasting any time.

“How long what?”

“How long have you been messing around with Suguru?”

You shook your head vigorously, “I was not messing around with Suguru while I dated Satoru.” You decided it was probably best to leave out that you were now messing around with Suguru.

She eyed you suspiciously, but proceeded with her questioning. “Okay, well how long have you had feelings for him then?”

You pursed your lips. You didn’t want to lie to Utahime, but you truly didn’t have an answer to the question - you didn’t know. You told her as much.

She scoffed. “So, you both just suddenly felt like touching all over each other out of nowhere, almost kissing out of nowhere when five seconds before you couldn’t even stand to look at each other. Makes sense.” The sarcasm dripped off of her words.

“Well no,” you tried to backtrack. “That’s not fair, Hime. Suguru and I have been getting along for a while now. I just couldn’t tell you when those feelings turned into more than friendship”, you paused briefly before adding, “or if it was ever friendship I felt to begin with.”

She only sighed, closing her eyes. Utahime was stubborn. She didn’t forgive easily and you wouldn’t blame her if she chose not to forgive you for this. But if it came down to that, at least you could take solace in the fact that you were honest.

“I wish you would’ve told me what you were feeling”, she finally spoke up. Her eyes softened as she spoke to you. It seemed you were making headway here. “Instead of letting me look like an idiot the night of the club. You’re supposed to be my friend.”

“I know. And I know what I did was shitty. Honestly, I didn’t know what I was feeling for him. And I was dating Satoru. It’s no excuse. I definitely should have been honest about my doubts, but…I don’t know”, you took a deep breath, trying to find your words. “I was confused and I told myself I wouldn’t act on any of these feelings and I didn’t, but then Suguru made a move and…I let my feelings get the best of me.”

Utahime watched you, her steady gaze looking for any sign that you were lying. She opened her mouth to speak when you heard the door creak, indicating someone was coming out. You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing the impending result would not be good as Suguru sleepily entered the kitchen, taking in the sight of you and Utahime staring at each other. He lifted a hand, waving dumbly to Utahime who ignored him completely.

“You’re kidding me right now”, she scoffed. The tension in the room thickened and you knew you had to try and calm her down before things blew up again. “Probably should’ve led with him being here - in your bed I’m sure.” You could feel the anger beginning to radiate off of her.

“Stop, Hime. Suguru came over to drop off some debate material. We started talking and then–” And then what? You were trying to de-escalate, not lead Utahime to blow the roof off the apartment. “This is the first time I’ve talked to Suguru in weeks, I swear . And we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re thinking.” A half truth was better than the whole truth it seemed, at least for now.

“It’s true”, Suguru chimed in for some fucking reason. Both Utahime and your heads snapped towards him, eyes burning holes through his head.

“Will you shut up ? Read the room, monkey.”

“Me?” He asked, clearly offended. “You’re the one babbling like an idiot just trying to say you’re sorry. Seeing as you never shut up, I thought you’d have better speaking skills than that. Listen, if we’re going to date the mumbling thing has to stop. It’s a pet-peeve.” He scolded.

“ Dating ? Who said anything about dating ?” You gritted out.

Suguru balked. “ I’m saying it now! Don’t act like you don’t want to–”

Utahime rolled her eyes, groaning loudly. “I actually don’t even fucking care about this anymore. Satoru was right. You both have some weird ass dynamic going on here and I don’t want any part of it.” She made her way through the kitchen, maneuvering around Suguru to head to her bedroom.

You called out to her, “Wait, Utahime! I really am sorry. I wasn’t trying to develop feelings for this stupid fucking knuckle dragging ape–”

“Okay, relax–” Suguru murmured, running his hands through his hair.

“ But , it just happened. And it really wasn’t my intention to hurt you in the process. I really am so sorry and I’ll do anything for you to forgive me!”

You and Suguru watched as she stormed off, only turning back to each other once you heard the door to Utahime’s room shut followed by the click of her lock. Suguru shook his head.

“My bad. I didn’t know she was out here. I just saw you were gone so I came looking for you.”

You rubbed your eyes in frustration. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll try talking to her again later.”

Suguru hummed. “I don’t see what she’s so mad about.”

You glared at him as he made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a kiss on the top of your head. “You’re so damn oblivious. She likes you.”

He leaned back to look at you, confusion gracing his features.

“Don’t tell me you never noticed”, you scolded.

“I never noticed”, he admitted. “I was too busy hating you every second of the day to notice any other girl.”

You leaned your head against his chest, letting out a deep sigh as you felt your phone vibrate in your hand. You glanced down at the screen, gasping quietly when you saw Utahime’s name.

Hime: i still need time. can’t say i’m happy for you because you both actually really fucking suck

A second message came through seconds later.

Hime: but…just give me time

You smiled to yourself, holding your phone to your chest. There was still hope to salvage this friendship, but you knew you had your work cut out for you. Utahime didn’t forgive easily. She was definitely going to put you through it to gain her trust back. You quickly replied.

You: I’ll be here when you’re ready. Whenever that is

“Anyway”, Suguru’s voice brought your focus back to him. “I should head out. We have an exam early tomorrow and debate right after. I want to get some studying in before then. Try to actually show up for once so I don’t have to bring you all those heavy ass journals again.” He grimaced, remembering how you took forever to open the damn door. You’d never guess since he pulled himself together the moment he saw you, pretending those journals weighed almost nothing.

“How did you convince what’s his name to bring you all of that shit everyday anyway?” he asked, eyes narrowing down at you. “You like him or something? Does he like you ?”

You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile at his blatant jealousy. “Are monkeys usually this territorial?” You teased.

Suguru leaned down, taking your face in both hands. “I see the post-orgasm high has worn off. You’re so mean to me again.” He whined, chuckling when he felt your body stiffen at the mention of your earlier activities. He leaned down to kiss you, nipping at your bottom lip and smiling against your mouth when you yelped. Suguru took this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth and press his tongue against yours. His tongue roamed your mouth, sliding against your own, both of you quietly moaning against each other. You kissed like this for a while, slowly and lazily exploring each other’s mouths before Suguru pulled away reluctantly with a sigh.

“I really wanna stay here and kiss you all night, but if I do I’ll never let you get any sleep”, he whispered against your lips. You nodded, giving him a weak smile before stepping out of his reach. You walked Suguru to the door, saying your goodbyes and giving each other quick kisses before he was gone.

Though Utahime was home, the apartment felt emptier than ever. You wandered back to your room, stopping in front of Utahime’s door. You raised your fist to knock before stopping yourself and ultimately deciding against it. She said needed more time. For once, you needed to be a good friend and listen to her. You wandered back your way to your room and crawled into bed, texting Suguru to let you know when he got home.

You wondered if and when you reached out to Satoru, he would react the same way. If anyone really had the right to be irate with you, you definitely felt it was him. It was one thing to have feelings for another man while you were with him, but you had developed feelings for his best friend . You had likely had feelings for his best friend long before you met him and you still dragged Satoru along for the ride.

You were such a bitch for that.

But you couldn’t change it now. Especially now that Suguru had…stayed over for a bit. The best you could do was wait patiently for Utahime to come to you when she was ready to talk more. As far as Satoru went, well…you hadn’t really thought that far ahead.

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Suguru entered his apartment, expecting to find Satoru splayed across the couch but instead finding the place dark and quiet. He switched the lights on, reaching into his pocket to shoot you a text that he made it back safely per your request. He headed to his room, quickly showering before gathering his study materials and heading back to the living room. It didn’t seem Satoru had been home today, not that Suguru had seen much of him anyway.

It had been a few weeks since everything happened and Suguru didn’t like to think about how this was the longest he and Satoru had ever gone without speaking.They’d had their fair share of disagreements, had been called into the Dean’s office a few times after showing up to lectures bloodied and bruised following a physical altercation. Their friendship was nowhere near perfect. But they always forgave each other. Satoru shutting Suguru out felt as terrible as when you did it. In all honesty, he missed his friend.

He sighed as he set his study area up on the coffee table the way he preferred - pencils and erasers on the left, pens and highlighters right under. Extra journals on the right alongside flash cards and sticky notes. He arranged everything to his liking before wandering into the kitchen to grab a beer.

As he sat back on the couch, his phone vibrated with a text from you.

You: goodnight monkey. thanks for tonight <3

He smiled to himself, for a second forgetting his problems with Satoru and relishing in the happiness of knowing he had you now. Kind of fucked up given the circumstances, but he couldn’t help it.

His thoughts drifted back to just a few hours prior, you with your legs wrapped around his head. Your sighs of pleasure as he worked you over with his tongue. He wished he hadn’t left your apartment, but damn he had already gotten a fucking B on an assignment because of his infatuation with you. Suguru…a B…Although, he was able to corner his professor and bully an extra credit assignment to practically erase the blemish on his academic record, he couldn’t risk another failure such as that one. Suguru shivered at the thought. He had to ace this exam no matter what.

He tied his hair up loosely, flipping his textbook open. No more distractions.

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Hours passed before the apartment door swung in, Satoru waltzing in with his phone glued to his ear.

“DJ…Baby I already told you”, he groaned into the phone, voice barely tinged with annoyance. “Mel’s just a friend. She was helping me get my tire out of the backseat! That’s why she was bent over like that!”

Suguru rolled his eyes. It looked like Satoru was back to his old games. It was clear he was acting out after breaking up with you. You truly were the only girl he had ever really given himself to and you’d stomped on his heart. Suguru couldn’t blame the way Satoru reacted. Though if you broke up with Suguru, he’d– wait…were you guys even together? He thought back to your earlier conversation in your kitchen where you vehemently denied being with him to Utahime. Playing hard to get when he’d already literally had a taste of you? You were going to make him crazy…crazier? Whatever. He would talk to you about it later.

He kept his eyes glued to his book, leaning back on the couch as he tried not to listen to Satoru gaslight the shit out of this moron on the other end of the line.

“Alright baby. Call me tomorrow. Okay. Okay. Yep. I’m gonna miss you too, baby. Alright. Goodnight.” Satoru hung up, rolling his eyes, fingers flying across the screen, no doubt texting someone who was definitely not the person he just hung up with and ignoring Suguru.

And Suguru wanted to ignore Satoru too, he really did, but he thought back to you in the apartment putting yourself out there to try and gain Utahime’s forgiveness. While you still had a long way to go to fix anything, at least you tried. The only thing Suguru had ever tried to do was break you and Satoru up. He was a shit friend and he knew it, but maybe it was time to acknowledge how terrible he was to the person who needed to hear it.

He placed his book down and glanced over to Satoru, still texting. Satoru was never going to initiate the conversation. It was always like this when they had disagreements.

“It’s 3am.” Suguru stated simply.

Satoru scoffed. “Thanks, Father Time.”

“I’m just saying. Don’t you have exams tomorrow? Shouldn’t you be studying instead of manipulating some random person into forgiving you for cheating?”

“Oh, sorry. Should I invite them over? Introduce you? Maybe you can take this one too.” He offered, sarcasm laced through every word. “Not that I’d mind. This one’s kind of annoying.” He muttered quietly.

“I didn��t take y/n.” Suguru countered. You were an adult - smart, capable, you could make your own choices. Did Suguru try to sway you more towards breaking up with Satoru and being with him? Sure. But you could’ve chosen not to go that route. In fact, you had ignored plenty of Suguru’s advances in favor of staying with his white haired friend. It wasn’t his fault the connection you shared with Suguru was stronger than the one you shared with Satoru and you eventually folded to his attempts.

“Yeah well, she was mine first.” Satoru argued childishly.

Suguru hoped Satoru was talking about some other girl because if he thought you were ever his to begin with, he was delusional. But, this was not the time to bring that up. Satoru had talked to him, actually acknowledged him for the first time in weeks. He was giving him an opening and Suguru was going to take it.

He met his friend’s gaze. “Sit down, Satoru. I need to talk to you.”

Satoru stood for a moment, watching Suguru carefully before moving across the living room to sit on the other end of the couch. “This better be an apology”, he mumbled.

“It is.” Suguru leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he looked over to Satoru, dark eyes locked to his glacial stare.

“I do owe you an apology, Satoru.”

Satoru snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, obviously. You and…her.” He pointed out, unable to say your name.

“I’m sure she’ll be happy to apologize to you. You just have to give her the chance to.”

“Oh, so you’re on speaking terms with her then?”

“I’m not interested in lying anymore, so I’ll be straight up with you. I just came back from her place a few hours ago.”

Satoru nodded, eyes locked with Suguru’s. Satoru exhaled sharply and Suguru half expected him to lunge across the couch but he just sat there, the wheels clearly turning in his head.

“You dating her now?” He finally asked.

Suguru shrugged and ran his hands through his hair. “We ran into Utahime earlier in her apartment and she made it pretty clear we weren’t together so–”

“So I could get her back if I wanted to.” Satoru interrupted.

Suguru shut his eyes tightly. He knew what he was doing. Satoru was trying to egg him on, get a rise out of him. He wanted Suguru to lose it and if Suguru were being totally honest with himself, it was easy for him to snap when it came to you. But that wouldn’t get him anywhere here. He understood Satoru was still upset with him. He had every right to be, but Suguru knew how much it meant for Utahime to forgive you. You were a good person, which meant you probably cared a lot about Satoru forgiving you as well. This would make it easier for you if the time came for you and Satoru to have a conversation.

He took a deep breath, calming the rage threatening to spill out of him at Satoru’s words before meeting his gaze again. “I don’t think so. We kind of already took the next step in whatever this is between us.”

Was it petty to bring this up? Yes. But Satoru didn’t know Suguru was privy to the fact that you two had never done more than kiss. This was only confirmed by the baffled expression worn on Satoru’s face. Good. Now any notion he had of trying to win you back was out.

“Wow. So she’s serious about you then. You two–” he pointed at Suguru, then motioned in a random direction indicating he was pointing to ‘you’. “You two hooked up?”

“Yeah. Sort of.”

Satoru narrowed his eyes suspiciously and Suguru knew his nosy ass wasn’t going to let it go until he got details. Suguru felt his face heat up, cheeks surely red as he nervously tried to recall tonight’s events to his roommate without giving too much detail. It wasn’t like it was the first time Suguru had told Satoru about his escapades, but he didn’t want him knowing too much about how it felt to put your legs over his shoulders, the quiet whines you let out when touched in just the right spot or how it felt to have your legs squeeze around his head when your walls clenched down on his fingers. He’d keep that just to himself.

“We didn’t have sex. W-well, not penetrative sex? I mean…I guess my fingers penetrated? But I-I mostly used my mouth–” Suguru took in Satoru’s amused expression at how flustered he’d become. Suguru rolled his eyes, opting not to continue. Satoru let the silence fall over them before breaking into laughter.

“Weird way of saying you ate her out.”

“Okay.” Suguru cut him off. “Now you know so I’ll just come right out with it.” He sat up straight, turning his body to face Satoru as he continued. “I think she’s serious about me, Satoru. I know I’m serious about her. Despite our…interesting way of speaking to each other, I’ve been serious about her for a really long time and I just realized it recently. I’m sorry for being an asshole and going behind your back to try and get her, but I couldn’t sit idly by and watch her fall for you. I understand if you never want to forgive me, but I had to tell you I’m sorry even if I don’t truly regret my actions, because it got me her.”

Satoru nodded, the wheels again turning in his head. He didn’t speak, only leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees and watch Suguru carefully. After what felt like an eternity of silence, Satoru sighed heavily.

“If I’m being honest with you, I think I knew you both had feelings for each other. I was too busy trying to impress y/n that I just sort of ignored it. Doesn’t mean what you did was right though…” he sighed, scooting a bit closer to Suguru. He placed his hand on Suguru’s shoulder. “It’s gonna take me some time to get over this but…I think I can forgive you eventually. You know you’re my best friend…my one and only. I can’t stay mad at you for too long. I love you too much.”

Suguru smiled, comforted by the fact that Satoru would eventually come to fully forgive him. Satoru kept his gaze locked to Suguru’s, blue eyes burning into deep brown. Satoru had called him his best friend, his one and only. From now on, Suguru vowed to live up to that title. They stayed like this for some time, staring into each other’s eyes until Suguru felt Satoru’s hand give his shoulder a gentle squeeze as he leaned towards him slowly.

I can’t stay mad at you for too long. I love you too much.

Satoru leaned closer and closer as Suguru watched, not missing the quick glance down at Suguru’s lips. Suguru leaned back just as he felt Satoru’s breath ghost across his lips.

“Oh– love me…like…in a friend way right?” He asked, chuckling nervously and Satoru let out an awkward howl of laughter.

“Yeah! Yeah! Just as a friend!” He reassured him. He stood abruptly, wiping off nothing from his pants. He gave Suguru a once over before looking away. “Anyway, um…thanks for the apology and for owning up to your shit. I appreciate it. I’m gonna head to bed. Night, Sugu.”

Suguru watched as his friend wandered past him and straight to his room. What the hell was that? Was he going to kiss him? No. There was no way. But the way he was looking at him, leaning towards him, watching Suguru’s lips as he gripped his shoulder tighter and tighter. If Suguru had let it go on for a second longer, would Satoru have…

He shook his head, pushing the thought to the back of his mind. “God, he always gets so fucking weird after a fight.” He muttered to himself.

With the stress of his friendship with Satoru now somewhat resolved, Suguru felt he could finally breathe again. He had you now, well sort of. There was still a conversation that needed to be had there because he could not go through this again. Watching you be with someone else, it was out of the question for him. But, he’d worry about that later.

He picked his book back up, resuming his studies. Nationals were upon him and he couldn’t afford to lose.

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