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in a ship of glass - ch. 3

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final chapter of scott's backstory before we move on to any one-shots! this one is a bit heavy, mind the warnings

cw: depression, suicidal thoughts, character death (loss of a parent)

Scott’s twenty-three, and Aeor is dead.

It’s so sudden that he doesn’t know how to handle it. He needs to call his therapist, he knows, but he’s still so shocked that he hasn’t even begun to grieve yet.

And the fault belongs to that prick, Solidarity.

There’s a lot of heroes in Empires City, and Solidarity is not one of them. He advertises himself as such, but it’s clear to all that he has it out for the heroes. One of the new upstarts, Gem, has already been injured by Solidarity while trying to cooperate with him. The man is worse than a menace, he’s a genuinely dangerous supervillain and Scott’s not even sure what his power is, but he hit Aeor with a meteor and now Aeor’s dead.

Scott’s never hated anyone other than himself, but he hates Solidarity. Solidarity has taken everything from him, everything, and he just knows that he needs to take everything from Solidarity.

Not yet, though.

Not yet, because right now, Scott can’t get out of bed. He lies there and stares at the ceiling, aware that at least some of the sluggish feeling comes from missing medication doses and won’t be solved until he gets up, but getting up is just too much to handle without Aeor.

And then he realizes that he has started to grieve, as much as he wants to deny it. Because if he can still deny it, he can still deny that Aeor is actually gone. But he can’t get out of bed and he cries at the drop of the hat and he lies there for hours staring at nothing.

Aeor’s gone, and his emotional state registered it before his mind.

He doesn’t do much these days. He contacts Pearl and the Mad King, asks them to handle the supervillains until he has a chance to get a hold of himself. They both agree to try, but ask him to get back out there as soon as he can.

Crime rates in the city go up. It’s not their fault; it’s his.

Scott lies there for days on end, thinking back to why he came to Empires City in the first place. He’s already in a bad headspace, and that just makes it worse. He knows he needs to be taking his meds. He’s beginning to spiral. But he can’t make himself get up.

He stops answering his phone, stops checking the mail, stops doing everything. He lies in bed and binge-watches Youtube videos, or reads fanfiction, or scrolls through Reddit, or sleeps, or stares at the wall.

Notifications come through. First texts and calls from Jack, then from other friends as Jack apparently enlists help. He watches the calls pop up on his phone, stares at them until they disappear and his phone vibrates with the voicemail alert. He doesn’t even delete the steadily-increasing number of unopened voicemails in his inbox.

He’s so tired. He doesn’t want this to go on any longer, but he can’t manage to break himself out of it. It should be simple. He needs to get up, take his meds, call his therapist, take a shower, brush his teeth, change his clothes, do laundry, get the mail, go grocery shopping. . . .

That’s too many things. He can’t manage that. He can’t fathom doing that many things. He can’t.

He doesn’t feel well, either. He has a running headache that hasn’t stopped and won’t stop, the idea of food makes him nauseous, he can’t stop shaking—it’s not an excuse. It’s really not. But he just can’t get up.

So he stays in bed, stays there until his doorbell rings one morning, then rings again and again. He doesn’t get up, just covers his ears and sucks in a shuddering breath as he realizes that it will never be Aeor at his door again.

There’s a loud pounding on the door. “Scott! Open up before I break this door down!”

Shelby.

He hasn’t seen Shelby since they went out for drinks. . . three months ago? Too long ago. Back in college when he would sink into a bad place and miss classes, his friends would call for her to make him get up. Shelby’s made phone calls to his therapist several times to ask what he needs or if he can take his meds after missing two days of them or to schedule an emergency appointment for him.

He must be getting pretty bad if they called in Shelby. Her career is really taking off, she doesn’t have time to come out here and try to fix him.

He has to get up. He has to get up and let her in, then take his meds, then make them both food, then change his clothes, then brush his teeth, then talk to his therapist—

He hides his head under the blankets. Maybe she’ll just go away.

There’s a couple of minutes of silence. “Scott, I know you’re there. We’re worried about you.”

He doesn’t move. He can’t move.

“I’m going to try the windows, okay?” She sounds worried, moreso than Scott’s ever heard her. “Just—just tell me if that’s not okay.”

It’s fine, he supposes. He doesn’t really want Shelby to see him like this, but she’s seen worse. He thinks he left the windows unlocked, anyway—he shouldn’t, he knows the crime rates, but unless he always leaves them unlocked then he accidentally leaves them locked at inopportune times and then can’t get back in when he forgets his key while out patrolling.

He listens, hears the stilted slide of his front living room window. Tears build in his eyes. Shelby’s coming in, and he’ll have to get better. She’ll make him do all those things that he just can’t do, and he’ll do them, and it’ll be so hard.

A fumbling sound and a loud thump! followed by a groan reach Scott’s ears. He bites his lip, waits for his bedroom door to open.

Within about three minutes, it does.

“Scott? Is that you?”

He sighs, burrows a bit deeper. Shelby clicks her tongue.

“So you’re right here. And you couldn’t get up and answer the door? I stepped on your dying flowers.”

Scott waits. Part of him wants to get out of bed, greet her. Part of him doesn’t want her to see him like this. Part of him is so very exhausted and can’t move, even if he wanted to.

His bed dips a bit with her weight, and then there’s a hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently.

“Scott? Can you look at me please?”

Scott shivers, starts shivering and can’t stop. He’s not crying—he doesn’t think he’s crying—but he doesn’t know what to do. Eventually, he pulls the blanket down a little, blinks up at Shelby.

Her brow is creased with concern, a frown twisting her mouth. Her clothes are wrinkled, like they’ve come from a suitcase or she’s been sitting in a car all day. Her eyeliner is smudged, just the way it always looked after hours in the library—like she’s been rubbing her eyes repeatedly.

“Hey, Shelby,” he croaks. He waves vaguely at himself and the room. “Sorry you have to see all this.”

“Have you been taking your meds?”

Scott shrugs. She’ll know it means no.

“When was the last time you took them?”

He doesn’t know. He legitimately doesn’t know. All he knows is that he hasn’t showered in at least a week and he always takes them after he showers so he doesn’t think he’s had any in the past week but he isn’t sure, and it could even be longer.

Shelby leaves, returns with a glass of water and his bottle of pills. She steps around the mess on his floor and hands the water to him, twisting the cap open once her hands are free.

“I haven’t showered yet,” he protests weakly. She fixes him with a raised eyebrow, shakes a pill into his free hand. Scott stares for a moment at the little pink pill in his palm, looks back up at Shelby. She glares at him.

Scott swallows the pill.

With her there, he finds the strength to sit up, blanket-wrapped legs hanging over the side of the bed. He bites back tears. Everything seems like so much.

“Do you need to eat with that?”

Scott takes a minute to process, glances up at the prescription in her hand. “No.”

With a slight sigh, Shelby drops onto the bed beside him, shoulder to shoulder. “So. You know you need to take your meds. Why haven’t you been doing that?”

“Couldn’t get out of bed.”

“Why?”

Scott picks at the blanket on his lap. “Too much.”

“What happened?”

There’s tears in his eyes again, and he spares himself a few minutes to think about how much he can say. Only three people in the world know he’s a superhero—no, two people. Outside of his therapist, only Jack knows, and Scott hasn’t seen Jack in maybe longer than he’s seen Shelby.

His voice breaks; he clears his throat and tries again. “My—my dad died?” he says, voice quivering. Shelby sucks in a breath.

“Oh, Scott,” she says, wrapping an arm around him. Scott falls into her chest, trying and failing to hold back tears as his shoulders shake. After a few moments of holding him, she adds, “I . . . well, you always said guardian at school, so. . . .”

Scott sniffles, nods against her. “Yeah, he—he was—yeah, he was pretty much my dad.”

Shelby makes a noise of understanding, then just holds him as he cries. Once he feels like he can breathe a little, his face sticky and Shelby’s shirt damp, he draws back.

“I can’t—I can’t break out of this,” he manages, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his shirt like he has countless times this week, leaving it crusty and gross. “I’m just—he saved me, Shelby, he—he showed me how to survive and be happy, he found me—” and suddenly he’s spilling everything— “I-I overdosed, years ago, I just wanted to die, and he found me and took me to a hospital and helped me. He gave me a home, he found me someone to talk to, he helped me apply for school—he gave me life.” He pauses for a breath, a breath during which Shelby speaks.

“I . . . Scott, I didn’t know.”

Scott’s not sure what she’s talking about: the death of Aeor, his attempt, all that Aeor had done for him. . . . He chooses to believe she means the attempt, and shrugs.

“I didn’t really advertise it,” he says. “What am I meant to say? ‘Hi, my name’s Scott, I was raised in a cult and because of it I tried to kill myself’? Really, Shelby.”

He means it as a joke, but she doesn’t laugh. Her eyes flash wide, her face horrified. “Don’t—don’t joke about that!”

“What? It’s my trauma.”

“Yeah, but—” Shelby rubs her eyes, smearing the eyeliner further. “Scott, you’re really self-destructive right now! And you have episodes like this! I never knew you were—you know!”

Scott frowns. “It doesn’t change anything.”

“Maybe not to you,” Shelby shoots back. “But you weren’t answering calls or texts or even the door, and I was scared but now I know it’s possible that when you aren’t answering you could be dead!”

Scott looks away. It’s always been possible, really. Especially lately. He hasn’t been doing well. He hadn’t noticed until now, but he hasn’t been doing well at all in those regards.

“I think . . . I think I need you to stay. For a while,” Scott mumbles. “I don’t—I don’t think I’m going to try again. But. I don’t think I can do this.”

Shelby takes his hand in both of hers, rubs it between them. “I’ve got clothes packed for a week. When Jack said you hadn’t answered any messages in a long time, I knew what I was in for.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, silly,” she says affectionately. “I offered to come up here, and you’re going through it. You don’t have to be alone.”

And he’s not alone. That first day, all they do is lie in Scott’s bed and mess around on their phones. Shelby makes pasta for dinner and Scott does his best to eat, but his stomach turns and he barely manages to keep down the few bites he takes. Shelby doesn’t like that, he can tell by the wrinkle of her nose.

She doesn’t like it the next morning when his breakfast comes back up, either. She checks his temperature, frowns, and calls his prescribing doctor.

“You’re still feeling the effects of withdrawal,” she says when she hangs up. “It should start getting better soon, but you shouldn’t have stopped taking them for so long. How long do you think it was?”

Scott thinks back, tries to remember the last time he’d taken them. Tries to remember the last time he’d had motivation to take them. Tries to remember the last time he’d wanted to take them.

“Um. Shelby?”

“Yeah?”

Scott takes a deep breath. His head already feels clearer, just by having her around. He knows now what his intentions had been, as awful a realization as that is. “I didn’t want to take them.”

“What do you mean?”

“I stopped taking them,” he says slowly, pressing his hands to his temples as if that will quell the incessant headache, “because I felt like I wasn’t sad enough, and I wanted to feel worse. He was worth feeling worse. And I felt like—my head’s messed up—like I didn’t care because I wasn’t like,” he gestures around at himself, “like this, and I couldn’t bear thinking that I didn’t care. So I stopped. At least a week ago, maybe longer. I don’t know. I don’t remember.”

“Oh, Scott. . . .”

“I’m so tired,” he sighs, resting his head on the kitchen table. “The thing is, I still don’t want to take them. Because then—in some twisted way—if I, erm, do something, something bad, it won’t be my fault? Because I’m not sound of mind? I just—”

Shelby holds her hand out. Scott blinks at it. “I—what?”

“Your phone. I’m calling your therapist. You’re getting an appointment today.”

Scott blinks again. He unlocks his phone and places it in her hand before his brain catches up to the implications. “But—I can’t go out like this—I haven’t showered in at least a week—”

“A virtual appointment, then,” she amends, scrolling through his contacts. “You need to put on a different shirt, okay? That one’s gross.”

He talks to his therapist that afternoon. It ends up being an extended session, two hours instead of one, and Scott comes out of it shaking and teary-eyed. Nora gave him some instructions since his thoughts have been fluctuating from passive to active, and for the first time in nearly three years he has to enact the plan that was put in place when he first began therapy.

“Shelby?” he calls once the appointment is done, and after several shouts and eventually a text, she emerges from his bedroom, where she’d been cleaning with music playing.

“How’d it go?” she asks, plopping down on the couch beside him. Scott takes in a shuddering breath, steels himself. This is going to upset her.

“I need you,” he says, words measured, eyes on his lap, “to take my meds and hold onto them. And not tell me where they are. Is that okay?”

He doesn’t look up. Shelby doesn’t answer, so he continues.

“I-I also need you to lock away the cleaning supplies, just—just in case. There’s a lock on the cupboard under the sink, I-I can give you the key. And—well, the knives in the kitchen should be fine. Just don’t—don’t let me cook alone, okay?”

More silence. Scott hadn’t quite stopped crying after his appointment, and his tears are back in full force, dripping down his cheeks and onto his lap.

After many long moments, Shelby speaks. “I—Scott, do you think—?”

“No, no, I don’t,” he hurriedly assures her, solidly ignoring the sudden stuffiness in her voice. “I don’t think I’m going to. But—my head—I don’t think I’ll do anything, but—look, I set up a plan years ago, just in case I was ever . . . in this headspace again. I’ve had to start the first step several times, just ask—” He’s about to say Aeor, but then he remembers. And then he’s fully breaking down.

Shelby, crying herself, comforts him. As she does for the next week.

It’s slow going, recovery. He’s knocked out—almost literally—by the reintroduction of his antidepressants. He spends that time dozing, either in bed or on the couch, while Shelby turns on whatever show she likes. He manages a shower one evening, a full meal the next day. In a surge of energy, he sweeps the kitchen and vacuums the living room, then naps on the couch for three hours. He laughs at a joke Shelby tells, texts back a few of his friends who had reached out.

He mourns, and he grows. He gets permission from his therapist to have his meds returned to his control, once he no longer feels unsafe with them in his hand. It helps, somewhat, to be able to feel more like an adult. It helps to have this, if not much else.

Gem messages him the first day he opens his own prescription bottle again, asks if he’s ever going to return to defending the city because Xornoth is growing beyond the minor nuisance he’s been for so long and Solidarity collapsed a building on her, putting her out of commission for the next six weeks at least.

Right. Solidarity. The one who put him in this position in the first place.

Now that he’s back on his meds and more stable and emotionally sound, he finds that he still hates Solidarity.

At first, he obsessively plans, going as far as to make a stringboard of Solidarity sightings and connections. He’s going to find where Solidarity lives, he’s going to find that man’s family, he’s going to find everything he holds dear and tear him away from it. He’s going to lock Solidarity in solitary confinement and make sure he has no visiting rights and no chance at a trial until long past his death.

He makes the unfortunate mistake, however, of sharing these plans with his therapist.

Nora recommends that he not deliberately seek him out. Not let it go, necessarily, but to not make it his mission to end Solidarity’s life or obsess over seeking him out. Scott’s upset about that answer at first, and he leaves the appointment in a heated manner, but when he returns for his next appointment three days later he can see the sense in the recommendation. He agrees—the city needs him for more than tracking down Solidarity. He can’t let this become an obsession.

He doesn’t have to forgive, nor forget. But intentions, he learns, are very important—Solidarity may be the only villain to succeed, but there are many out there who would do anything for a chance to kill the primary protector of Empires City. He’s better spending his time defending the people from all threats rather than hounding down one.

He’s still not ready to go back into the world, though, so once Shelby leaves with a tight hug and a promise to call every night (she’d stayed a week longer than planned, until she was certain that Scott had his feet back under him), he sets to work on redesigning his costume.

Gone is the gold—he loves the gold, but he needs a change. The gold is replaced with a light, ice-like blue, both lining his white mask and filling out the ‘M’ on his chest. He adds ice blue boots and adjusts the color of the main body, making it white. The biggest change, perhaps, is his cloak: that becomes ice blue as well, but it also loses the hood, turning it into a cape.

He’s been wearing the hood to further obscure his identity, particularly to cover his hair—red is a fairly distinctive hair color, but he doesn’t really think it matters anymore, because in the parts where he can see the dye growing out, his hair is no longer blond.

His hair is growing in blue.

Once he’s sent his new design ideas to a popular superhero tailor (who sends back a message wishing him well), he sits on his bathroom floor and shaves his head. The red locks fall softly to the tiles, and it feels somehow so cathartic that he can’t help but breathe easier.

His hair grows fast, it’ll be a normal length again in no time. And he sort of likes the blue buzzcut.

He’ll have to get a wig, or always wear a hat, or something. Blue hair is even more unique than red. But he feels better. He feels almost happy.

The next day, he pulls on a beanie (his head feels weird and pokey under it) and visits Aeor’s memorial. There are other people there, but he manages to push through to lay down the flowers he’d picked from his front garden. It’s a pitiful offering compared to the many others, but one he knows that Aeor would have appreciated more than anything.

He’s not better yet. That’s okay. He knows it’s going to be a while. But he can function again, and he’s got an email from the mayor offering him Aeor’s old house in the government-funded superhero district and he responds to accept.

He starts volunteering at an animal shelter with the intent of finding a dog to adopt, as suggested by his therapist. Instead he finds a cat—adorable, grumpy Elle, whom he falls in love with after she’s too lazy to leave his lap one evening.

He gets back into life. There’s bad days, but he’s able to function. He can be who the city needs him to be. They grow to love him more and more, and he can’t help but feel proud of how much he’s grown just over the past few months. He becomes the city’s primary protector, taking over for Aeor with natural ease.

Everything’s not okay, but he knows how to handle it. He’s making it, one day at a time.

Scott’s twenty-five, and he hears a noise at the door. He wonders, for the briefest of moments, how Elle managed to get out this late at night. It must be that broken window in the guest bathroom, he thinks to himself. He’s trying to train Elle to be an indoor cat; he’ll have to fix that.

He opens the front door, only for a half-dressed, bleeding-out Solidarity to fall onto him.

It’s going to be a long night.

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wiinterbunny · 9 months

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... 📓🖊

#my mom has started talking abt moving...#and it is kinda ridiculous because i'll be 25 soon. and i'm still clinging onto my mother #i *want* to be independent and live on my own. but i think i'm too weak to do it.#and her just talking about moving away soon makes me feel extreme dread and fear...#(she also says i should stay in this apartment and have it on my own. she says it in a loving way tho. she wants me to grow up)#(but i dont want to.... so many parts of my childhood are missing from me. i dont think i can)#(the thought of being resonsible for rent... finding a job... fear of being without a home.. too much)#i dont want to... and if i dont live with my mother i'll have NO ONE to talk to #i'll be so lonely... for real... i will probably not talk with anyone at all. and just spend my existence on my own #my mom is the only one i have... how can i live without her???? she's also my only friend #what am i gonna do what am i gonna do... im so scared #i feel so alone :((#i dont know how im gonna fix this or what im gonna do #when i talk to my mom... she's understanding she is. but we both know i cant spend the rest of my life living with her #she also wants her own life T-T and it'd be embarrassing to stick with her thru my entire 20s... 30s.. 40s... idk #i have to be on my own but i dont want to #im also scared that with my avpd... i'll grow distant from her and never feel truly connected to her again #she doesnt understand my personality disorder. even if i try to explain she just dont get it!!!!#i'll always be alone and disconnnected from everyone. esp if i dont even have my mom...#i just wanna d1e ngl.. :(#💭diary

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sluttywoozi · 8 months

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Hey Emily! Hope your road trip is going well and you're travelling safely 💞

For the prompts you posted, could I please ask for “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” with Jeonghan? I've been in severe Jeonghan brainrot lol so, I thought reading about him would help keep me from impulsively writing about him myself instead.

omg hi RJ! we had a safe trip to dc and now we’re on the way to nyc! you absolutely can, jeonghan has also on my mind lately and im so happy to write him for you 💖 lowkey u should write him too tho

“You wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? No funny business, I just really don’t want today to end.”

Jeonghan is… nervous. Nervous out of his mind. It’s only the second date, he knows he shouldn’t be asking you this, but he’s just not ready for his time with you to be over.

He started his day by calling you to confirm the date (and he also might have wanted to hear your voice). He spent most of the morning thinking about you, and when he rolled up to your place and spotted you waving excitedly at him on the sidewalk, he finally felt like he could breathe.

He’s breathless now waiting to hear your answer, but he can see you mulling it over and doesn’t want to pressure you.

Soon enough, you give him a sweet smile and say, “I will if you let me use your skincare and your biggest t-shirt.”

“Deal,” He agrees with an easy grin before offering you his hand and helping you into his car. He’s already got the shirt picked out in his mind and thankfully, he washed his sheets yesterday so they’re all fresh and clean for you.

He wasn’t expecting anything more than a date tonight, and he’s elated you’re up for a sleepover too.

It isn’t until he’s pulling into his spot in the parking garage that he realizes this means he’ll get to sleep next to you, and wake up with you, and maybe make you breakfast and give you a kiss tasting of coffee and syrup, and maybe he’ll just go ahead and fall in love with you too.

He’s already halfway there, anyway. What’s a little further?

You chat about what movie to watch as he leads you down the hallway, Jeonghan proposing the Lego trilogy and you countering with your own favorites. You settle on a few episodes of the new drama you’ve both been wanting to see, and his hand only shakes a little as he unlocks the door and pushes it open.

He hopes you like his place; though it’s a bit small and disorganized, it feels like him and he’s proud of the space he’s managed to create. You seem like you do like it, immediately moving to his Lego display case with wide eyes and a bright smile.

Chuckling to himself, Jeonghan follows you to the plexiglass and begins to point out sets he thinks you’ll recognize. It makes for a simple ice breaker and he watches you grow more and more comfortable as the conversation flows.

It flows right over to the couch, where you wrap him up in a tale of the last time you tried to do a lego set. Apparently, your cat ate approximately fifteen pieces while you were making tea and had to go to the emergency vet. He doesn’t blame you for not wanting to attempt another after such an ordeal, though he wonders if you’d ever like to build one with him.

He’s about to ask when you remind him of the plan.

“Can I have that t-shirt? I wanna get out of these jeans, they’re the worst,” you request, grimacing and plucking at the denim.

“Yes!” He jumps up, taking your hand and tugging you up from the couch. You let out a small sound of surprise, following him on light feet to his bedroom.

Jeonghan feels a little shy as you take in his messy bed and clothes-covered chair but he tries not to show it, immediately moving to his dresser to dig out the biggest shirt he owns.

It’s plain, old, and a bit worn out, but it’s the comfiest thing in this apartment and he’s ecstatic to hand it over to you.

He points you to the bathroom, taking the time to change into his own pajamas and pretending his heart doesn’t skip in his chest when you reappear.

You tug at the hem of the shirt, though it rests about midway on your thighs, and he forces his eyes away from your legs and onto your face.

“Looks good on you,” he murmurs, offering you a hand and leading you back into the bathroom.

“Here’s my cleansing balm, and I have a few options for serums. Oh, and here’s my moisturizer.”

It’s all lined up neatly on the quartz of his counter and he watches as you pick up one of his proffered serums with a gleeful look on your face.

“You have the expensive vitamin C,” you breathe, gazing at him with wonder.

“Yeah,” he grins. “Seungkwan is an influencer and he gets a lot of PR, so he gives me his castoffs.”

“What’s it like to be God’s favorite?”

“Like a dream, if I’m being honest.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him and he bumps his hip against yours, his cheeks aching with the width of his smile.

He loves this already, feeling so domestic with you, and he’s halfway into hatching a plan to ask you to move in with him when you set the serum down and pick up the cleansing balm.

You set to work, massaging your face with clear concentration in your eyes, and Jeonghan decides to join you.

Watching and giggling at each other in the bathroom mirror, you scrub your faces clean side by side. This feels familiar to him, like it’s something he’s been doing with you for years, like it’s something he’ll be doing with you for years to come.

He’s lucky you’re busy rinsing away the balm while he comes to the realization that he might be a bit more than halfway in love with you.

It’s not ideal, especially because he’s not sure where you stand, but it is kind of exciting.

He’s never been in love before, but that has to be what this is. This comfort, this contentment, this fondness, this passion.

There’s no other explanation as to why he’s riveted watching you pat serums into your skin, why his heart is racing at the sight of you in his shirt, why he’s never been more excited to crawl into bed before.

It’s all because of you, because you’re here with him.

He only becomes more sure when you both decide to forgo the drama and just go straight to bed, curling up on your sides facing each other under the shared covers.

You talk for hours, until your eyes are falling closed and your words are mere whispers, and just before he succumbs to sleep, he sends a wish out into the universe that every single date he has with you ends like this.

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thepersonnamedsam · 1 year

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mornings spent well - cl16

pairing: charles leclrec x reader (gn)

summary: part two of mornings spent well.

pt. 1 / pt. 3

word count: 1k

warnings: maybe some angst, mostly fluff tho

note: enjoy :) don’t be a ghost reader

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It’s been 10 months since you and Charles got married. You had some good days and some bad days. Like the day you had your first fight.

“How can you do that? I didn’t ask you to be there and you still showed up! Why?”, you were screaming at him. You had a big presentation at work, and you were so nervous. Changing your career soon after you met Charles made you especially nervous. Charles wanted to help you out so he asked if he should be there for you. You were still in the early stages of your marriage; it has been 1.5 months of learning to love and understand each other.

When Charles asked to be there you got even more nervous, you didn’t want him to see how you could fuck up the important presentation. You wanted him to think highly of you and he would see how bad it would go… the thought alone scared you. You just couldn’t have him there and risk him seeing you like this. So, you refused. You said no and Charles didn’t understand; he just wanted to help.

You knew that, but you also knew he would think less of you after the presentation. But you didn’t tell him your reasoning because he wouldn’t have understood why. That’s why he still came, without you knowing.

You were already so nervous; your boss and their boss were watching you. Clients and your fellow employees all had their eyes on you. You took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Something you always do when your anxiety sparks up. You had closed your eyes earlier and as you opened them again you saw them; those piercing green eyes. His grin prominent on his face and two thumps up. Why was he here? You told him not to be here!

He saw your face drop as soon as your eyes landed on him. Did he do something wrong? He was just here to show you some support. He didn’t mean anything bad by it. He watched as you grew visibly more nervous as the seconds went by. But you managed to start your presentation and Charles would say, you aced it. That’s why he didn’t understand why you were screaming at him as soon as the door of their shared appartement opened.

“How? I wanted to support you and you’re the one screaming at me for that”, he tried to say it as calm as possible whilst his blood was boiling. He didn’t do anything wrong. “I just wanted to see you succeed! You watch my every race, and I can’t do the same for you? I can’t be there for you when you do something big and important?”

You should’ve just told him from the beginning why. This whole thing could’ve been avoided if you had just been honest the day before. That’s why you told him. You told him how you were nervous you would flunk it and he would see it.

This leads to your first make up. One of many.

But not only did you fight, no you loved. You loved one another like the world would go down any minute. It is a love that nothing can compare to it. Your love that you shared with him was special and unique. You knew his every move and his every twitch. And he knew every mood you could have and everything that came with it. You were his biggest supporter, and he was yours.

Watching him race brought you the biggest joy on this earth. Seeing him win was the highlight you could never have enough of. Seeing him on that podium was like watching your biggest dream come true. You could’ve cried at every podium that man has gotten since you were together.

And he felt the love. He felt you being there at every podium of his. He saw you in the crowd with the biggest smile on your face, tears-stained cheeks, and all he wanted to do was get off the podium and kiss you. He knew this was meant to be. This love had to happen. And he knew that this was a story that you would tell your kids over and over again.

Touch was his love language, that’s why you always felt him. A subtle touch to your shoulders as walks by. A quick kiss to your cheeks as he sees you. His head propped on your head as he is hugging you. And you loved it. You loved the passionate kisses, the light touches, and the cuddles he gave you.

You loved saying his name, every pet name you gave him just didn’t fit, it would always either be Charles or Charlie. Charles was for really passionate moments, like expressing love to him. He knew when you told him ‘I love you, Charles’ that you really meant it. You only called him Charlie in light and humorous moments. When he was tickling you and he had to stop, Charlie was his name, not Charles, Charlie.

And as time grew by faster you realized that this was the man of your past, present and future. He was your gift sent from heaven. You couldn’t have been happier. He made you so happy and content with yourself. It’s like he fixed all your insecurities and little wounds you had. You didn’t know that you had the same effect on him as well. You made him whole. You made it okay after a DNF. You made him feel loved, even if he placed out of the points. He was always enough. He was never not enough.

If you weren’t already married, he would propose again and again and again. He wanted you to know that he would marry you sober. That’s why he proposed a second time 6 months after he first married you. It felt like a fairytale. It didn’t feel real. You were crying, obviously, the man of your dreams before you on one knee asking you to marry him, again.

Of course, you said yes. You wouldn’t have it any other way. Watching the sunset at the beach, looking at your new engagement ring and knowing your love is right beside you and not going away anytime soon.

Your love for each other would never go away, it doesn’t matter how many times you would fight. Your love was strong.

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#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles lecrelc #ferrari #f1 x reader #f1 #wedding #proposal #f1 smut #formula 1

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brooooswriting · 10 months

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A very timid Hello from your best customer broko loco anyway hi I'm out of my request block anyway

How about some hurt/comfort with our baby gurl

Tara Carpenter

I had two prompts in mind either Tara having a nightmare about Gf killing R Orrrrrrr It was her killing R (

SPOILER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN SREAM VI YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

(because she killed Ethan so her subconscious is making her see herself killing R) so R comforts her and reassures her

R getting into a fight when she was taking a stroll with Tara and Sam because some 4ssh0l3$ called our Fav duo murderers so Tara is patching up R afterwards

R taking care of T after the 2nd massacre like bringing her thing (painkillers, snacks, food, cuddles)

Those were my ideas but you can also do whatever you want Idm

Have a good day broko loco <3

Motherfucker

Tara Carpenter x reader

A/n: so I haven’t really been writing lately and I need to get back into it so yeah

“It’s just so much you know” Tara complained as you two and Sam walked around New York City. It was a small tradition you build up as soon as you moved here. You walked around to figure out the best ways through the city, it made Sam feel safer while you and Tara just liked to walk around. Her hand was slipped into yours, fingers carefully intervened.

Tara loved complaining about college during these walks, you loved listening to her and Sam would do anything for her little sister. There were a lot of people who didn’t recognized you guys but some did. Nobody ever said something, you were unsure of wether it was because of sams killer glare or just their common sense but you were happy about it.

You knew them during the attacks in woodsboro but you weren’t with them. At least not until the end, you and Tara kept your little flirt private which was why you weren’t attacked. You only arrived when everybody else was dead, you were at the party and you forgot your phone which was why you turned around. The way Tara broke down into your arms made you believe everything she told you, there was no way that she faked that.

“I know, but you’ll be fine. You’re a fighter through and through and something like college won’t bring you down” you told her, squeezing her hand for good measure. “She’s right, you’re gonna do great” Sam added smiling at her sister before checking the street over her shoulder.

You walked through a small park where a group of three boys, around 22, sat and watched the three of you. You watched them suspiciously, slipping your hand out of Tara’s and instead slipping your arm around her waist to pull her closer. Tara smiled up at you, unaware of the situation while Sam looked out for a man around the corner. You listened carefully, hoping to hear any kind of movement but it was quite for a moment.

“Look, that’s the murderer and her slut sister. I knew I recognized them from somewhere” one of the boys said causing you to slow down. “Fucking murderer. Both of them. They should have ended dead” another one added which made you stop. “I’d still fuck the slut tho” the third one said which finally made you snap. You turned on your heel and stalked over to the group. “What did you just say?!” You nearly screamed out on your way, Tara still standing at the same spot completely confused while Sam had a stare down with the man around the corner.

“What’s your problem huh?” You asked again, stepping up to the one who said he’d fuck Tara. “I could ask you the same thing, why don’t you go away with your two murderer friends?” He asked puffing out his chest, trying to scare you. At every other time you’d probably been scared but not now, now all you could feel was rage. “Say that again and watch what happens asshole” you dared. “They are murderer” the one next to him said. You were quick to punch him straight in the face, his nose immediately started bleeding and his eye started to swell. The one you talked to before drew his arm back but you were quick enough to dodge it, not seeing the third one make his way towards you, his fist landing in your stomach causing you to groan. You turned as quick as you could, your fist landing in his stomach this time before you turned and kicked the other one to the ground.

By now Sam was done with her stare down and finally noticed your fight, “fuck y/n” she mumbled and went to your help but Tara held her back. “She will kill you if you go there, she’s fighting because they called you a murderer and if you hit them it will be contra productive” she explained, it pained her to see you like this but she knew you were strong and she didn’t want Sam to suffer even more.

It took you five more minutes before they finally gave up, your face and hands were bruised and you were spitting blood but you won. “Gosh, you’re so stupid” Tara mumbled as she ran up to you and hugged you, pulling you close to her which caused you to wince. “Are you alright?” Sam asked as she walked closer, wrapping an arm around you shoulder. “M fine. Thanks. Can we maybe go back?” Both of them nodded and turned around to walk back to your apartment.

This time Tara wasn’t holding your hand, she was scared that she’d hurt you. The nervousness and the guilt was radiating off of her, so you wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her into you which made her calm down. Sam was also somewhere else with her mind but you knew that something like a hug wouldn’t fix that and you knew she wasn’t going to talk about it in front of Tara so you decided to ask her about it later.

When you arrived home Tara immediately ran to the bathroom to get some things for your knuckles, giving you a moment with Sam. “You alright?” You asked her quietly so T wouldn’t hear.

“Yeah, it’s just that… thank you y/n. You protected us and you stood up for us. It was the nicest thing anyone ever did for us so, thanks” she answered squeezing your shoulder before disappeared into her room.

“I got everything that may be helpful. Like gauze, disinfectant, bandaids and some other stuff” she told you, quickly pulling everything out and cleaning your wounds on your hand. You kissed when the disinfectant started to seep into your flesh. The brunette quickly apologized before putting on the band aids.

When your hand was finally cleaned she moved on to your face, focusing on the wound above your eye. This time she warned you before putting on the disinfectant, which made it a bit less worse. You couldn’t help but admire her focused face, the way she bit her tongue and how her brows furrowed. It nearly made you forget about your headache.

“Do you need anything else? I’ll give you some painkillers as soon as you’re in bed and some snacks too” she told you and you smiled before pulling her closer to plant a small kiss on her lips. “Thank you” you said before kissing her another time and another, distracting her from her work.

“Stop, I gotta clean the rest of your wounds and I wanna take a look at your stomach” she giggled when she finally convinced herself to pull away. “And you taste like blood” she added. You smiled sheepishly and kissed her one last time before pulling back.

She sat on your lap as she looked at the cut you had on your lip, her legs on either side of you as she titled your head down to get a better angle. “This Looks okay I guess” she mumbled to herself as her fingers carefully touched the wound. You were getting bored and started to play with the hem of her shirt.

When she was done with your face she moved on to your stomach, there wasn’t really anything she could do about it. It was a bit bruised but there werent any cuts nor any placed that were so sensitive that she should be worried.

You both got changed and laid in bed, Tara made you swallow some painkillers and gave you some of your favorite chips before letting you decide what to watch. She made sure that you iced your hand and your nose, even if it might not be comfortable. She knew that you didn’t like the cold but there was nothing she could do. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Her voice was soft and still filled with guilt which made you hurt inside.

“T, you know that I did it on my own account right? It’s not your fault or anything. I decided to do what I did” you said as you cuddled closer to her. Her body melting into your which made you melt too. “And even more important, I’d do it again and again because nothing is as important to me as you are” you added and kissed her head.

“I love you, a lot. Not just because of what you did today obviously” she grinned and titled her head up motioning for you to give her a kiss which you did.

“I love you too baby” you grinned as your hand rubbed up and down her back.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x you

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sariixxx · 7 months

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𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ꨄ

𝗠. 𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼

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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲!

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 ღ

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You were chilling in your dorm, bored as hell.

Nobara and the others were already sleeping, which you had been waiting for.

That meant you finally got to hang out with your lovely boyfriend, Megumi.

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'Gumi <3

Will you come over now or what?

You

Aw are you missing me that much? 😻😻

'Gumi <3

😐

You know what I take it back. I'll lock my dorm door.

You

NOOOO MEGUMII PLS I WAS JOKING 😭😭😭😭

'Gumi <3

😐😐😐

too bad

You

🥹🥹 pls

'Gumi <3

fine be quiet thi

*tho

You

Alr see you in 10

'Gumi <3

Why so long?

You

I can't just straight walk to the boys's dorms idiot. Gojo will make me run laps around the whole school 🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️

'Gumi <3

Ugh fine, hurry up tho

You

Awwww you do miss me

'Gumi <3

Start moving idiot <3

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A slight grin makes its way to your face as you see Megumi's last message.

Should I change before going over?

You think about it for a second but then decide that the sweatpants and oversized T-Shirt will do it.

Your head peeks out of your room as you watch the empty hallway.

Then you close the door and try to walk as quiet as possible.

After some minutes you arrive at your destination and knock on the door quietly.

Soon after Megumi opens, immediately pulls you inside by the arm, and picks you up in an embrace.

Your eyes soften at the sweet act.

Normally he was more closed off and had a hard time showing affection but today was probably your lucky day.

You hug him back until he places you on his bed, gently.

"What took you so long??", he murmured against your chest, him kneeling in front of you while you sit comfortably.

"Well I had to pick a route so nobody would see me... Also I kind of stole some snacks from the kitchen.", you grin and shove your hands into your pockets.

"Here you go!", you hold out your hands and he just smiles and shakes his head, "Unbelievable."

He takes one of the snacks and lays down on his bed.

"How was your day?", he asks, gesturing you to lay down beside him.

You do as he tells you and say, "Meh I trained with Maki today. She was ruthless, but it was still cool. Ohh and Gojo told me soon I will go on a mission. With Inumaki!! Isn't that cool?"

"With Toge? Since when do we carry out mission with 2nd years?", he raises an eyebrow.

"Well Gojo said since I'm a grade 1 I could easily take part in more advanced missions. So he set me up with Inumaki, since he's the highest ranked right now.", you say while munching your food.

He nods, a little in thought, "I see."

"Is that a problem?", you ask tilting your head to the side.

"Huh- no no of courso not! Just... be careful.", he mumbles.

You chuckle a little, "Oh come on that's not all, is it?"

Mehumi groans and puts his arm over his face, "I'd rather have me going with you."

You blink, twice and then smile so bright, you can't hold it in.

"I want to kiss you so bad right now, you have no idea Megs.", you whisper.

He blushes, hard, "What the hell why would you randomly say that-"

You cut him off by hovering over him, put your hands beside his head and kiss his lips.

You could swear you heard him whimper so you grin into the kiss.

"You're adorable, you know that? And sooo pretty, you could be a super model! Like so beautiful, literally my pretty boy!", you blabber while putting butterfly kisses all over his face.

If he wasn't red before, he definitely is now.

Cheeks so dark you think he'd faint any point and lips glistening as if he just made out with you for hours.

"Stop.. you're so embarrassing..", he mumbles trying to cover his face.

You giggle and hold his hand form in place and kiss him once again.

His arms wander up your waist as you sink down on him and breathe heavily.

"But like- I really mean it Megumi. You're the only one for me. You really are my pretty boy.", you say after ending the kiss.

And somehow he can't tell you to cut it out, because for some reason, his heart never beat faster than right now.

Knowing that you thought of him so highly, thought of him as your pretty boy.

That alone made him feel the happiest he's ever been.

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu megumi #megumi x you #megumi fluff #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk season 2 #jjk #anime

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ghostlywhiskey · 3 months

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hi! I've been really ill these past few days (fever + chesty cough T^T) was wondering if you could maybe write abt the boys taking care of their ill s/o? doesn't matter what sort of illness! I'm not living at home atm so it's been really hard trying to make smth to eat and take meds etc alone :(( no pressure if you don't want to tho!!

ah! i hope you are feeling better hun🤍 apologies for my delay in writing this, but i hope it brings some comfort if you still are feeling unwell or even just in general! figured i do quick little ones of all the boys. mwah. sending all my love and well wishes.

price

when it comes to himself being sick, he's quite the worst at taking care of himself. doesn't quite pay attention to his symptoms and takes whatever cold or flu medicine he has stored away in the cabinets. so, when you fall sick, he's a big clueless on that front. but where he does fall useful is getting you hydrated and fed. while you nap on the couch after taking medicine to fight off the fever, he's in the kitchen making soup out of the items you have. and by the time you wake up, he's walking over to you, sat on the edge of the coffee table. "c'mon princess," placing the bowl next to him, he helps you sit up before grabbing it again. "you need food in your system."

simon

no doubt in my mind he's the best out of all of them. genuinely, i mean it. taking care of people comes naturally to him and it shows in moments like this. he's with you the entire time you're sick, not caring if he gets sick in the process. when you're tossing and turning at night, covering and re-covering yourself and your fever fluctuates, simon lays on his back so you can curl up to him when you need. when your fever knocks down and chills take over, you're immediately curled next to him and clinging to him for warmth. and in the morning when the fever picks back up with the cough, he's slipping out of the bed to grab the medicine, water and a piece of toast for you to have. "can't have you taking it on an empty stomach. jus' one bite even." and he takes care of everything around your home, cleaning dishes, the laundry - all of it. but, once you start feeling better, you can't help but feel bad as you hear his own cough forming. "your turn to rest, yeah?" you chuckle, sending him off to bed.

soap

"not gon' argue, love," he mumbles while you try and tell him you're fine and it's just a small cold. he grabs your hand, tugging you towards your room and sitting you down on the bed. a hand pressed against your forehead and he chuckles softy, shaking his head. "burnin' up," he simply states as he goes to grab a fresh towel from your closet. "take a shower to cool off a bit," he hands it to you and urges you towards the bathroom. and when you reemerge, a fresh set of pajamas are resting on the bed. a note next to the neatly placed clothes indicating that he stepped out to get you medicine and will be back soon.

gaz

an absolute national treasure this man is when it comes to take care of you. the moment you mention you are under the weather he's asking what your symptoms are so he can run to the drug store and pick out the right medicine to help you knock out whatever is your body is fighting. and soon enough, your phone pings with a message that he's about to be at your door followed by the sound of the doorbell travelling through the house. blanket wrapped around you as you open the door, he's stood there with a bag in one hand containing medicine, gatorade and water bottles. the other bag containing your favorite take out he picked up on the way as well, with a side of soup. he doesn't mind if you aren't in the mood to eat, but he rather you have the option to pick at something you like should you want something.

#john price #simon riley #kyle garrick #john mactavish #captain john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #nic responses #task force 141 #nic talks price #nic talks ghost #nic talks soap #nic talks gaz

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looseratinthegarage · 2 years

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i saw ur thomas dad fic and it got me thinking abt dad michael, i wanna request headcannons of michael being a new dad!! (even tho michael probably cant have babies and would never handle a baby but i also cant stop thinking abt how in halloween 2 he completely ignores/doesnt disturb the babies sleeping in the hospital)

RZ Michael Myers as a new papa

Afab reader, gn pronouns

OMG I had so much fun writing this!! Thank you so much for the request T^T sorry it took so long!!

I hope this isn’t too short, if you’d like a pt 2 pls let me know! I’d love to keep writing about daddy Michael! He’s so precious <3

•You started to feel sick and Michael noticed before you did. You tried flu medication but nothing was helping. You begrudgingly went to the doctors. Your jaw dropped when they told you you were pregnant. You with Michaels baby!?

•You bit your lip and felt a pit in your stomach. How would Michael react? Would he be mad? Happy? Would he just leave you to raise the kid?

•You drove back home and entered the Myers house. Michael had been waiting for you on the couch. He looked up and waited for an explanation for your illness.

• “So, I’m uhh,” You looked into his eyes and felt fear rise into your chest.

• “…I just have a common cold, they said it should pass soon.” You force a small smile and head into the bathroom.

•He, being the observant man he is, noticed your strange behavior. But he decided to leave it alone for now.

•The next day you were in the kitchen making breakfast and Michael started walking down the stairs. You remain silent, focusing on cooking. He walks up behind you and kisses the side of your face. He rests his head on yours and wraps his arms around your stomach.

•At first you thought it was a kind gesture, but then he started rubbing it lovingly. You shakily turn the shove off and face him with wide eyes.

• “You know?” You ask and try to gulp your nerves down.

•He simply nods and places his hand on your stomach again. You look up at him with tears building in your eyes. He turns his head to the side and wipes your tears away.

• “You- You're not mad?” You stifle a hiccup.

•He turns his head to the other side in confusion then shakes his head no. He leans down and begins kissing your tears away.

• “Why would I be mad? We’re having a-“ he paused for a moment, fully taking it in.

• “a baby.” He smiled into your neck.

•You were astonished. He had always hated children, why wasn’t he storming off? You pull away from him and cup his cheeks. You continue to cry, but happy tears this time. Just be prepared for him to be even more possessive and protective.

•Months later you give birth to the little one. Well, little ones… You had twins! A boy and a girl. Due to Michaels…. Reputation… you decided to give birth at home. You wanted him to be there for the birth.

• “I was thinking Audrey for the girl, and Mick for the boy, it’s close to Michael and they’re won’t be any confusion in the house.” You giggle and he smiles at his kids.

• “Mick and Audrey it is.” He reaches for one of them but retracts his hand, almost fearfully.

•You get him to sit down next to you and hand him Mick first. He’s extremely hesitant, but takes the little boy into his arms. Mick cried for a little bit, but then babbled to Michael happily. You had never seen Michael handle something so carefully before, it was really sweet.

•You then handed him Audrey, who seemed to not really care what was happening. She looked around, seemingly unimpressed at the environment and looked to her dad. She just silently stared at him. She definitely has his personality. You giggle at their staring contest.

#pregnant reader #horror #slashers #slasher community #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #halloween #rz michael myers x s/o #rz michael myers x reader #rz halloween #rz michael myers #michael myers x s/o #michael myers headcanons #michael myers x reader #michael myers #rob zombie michael myers

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accio-victuuri · 3 months

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BJYX and Tennis 🎾🎾🎾🎾

this is a long overdue post related to a popular cpn among us and a shared interest for zz and wyb. it’s interesting that both of them have picked up this sport in a span of time that’s mostly close to each other. while you can argue that it’s a popular sport and anyone can pick it up, when it comes to them, it adds to the pattern of them liking something at the same time. why is it always them? 😂😂😂😂

i wanna say that there is really no “big evidence” out there that we know of yet, but i think it’s still an important one. maybe one day a piece will come up and we can revisit.

GG and Tennis

between them, gg picked it up first, or publicly showed off his love for it. As early as 9/2022 during the Loreal Pro live, he shared some recent stuff he’s been enjoying which were badminton, billiards and tennis.

11/2022 he became more partial of tennis when XZS shared photos and videos of him playing the sport. as soon as he did, even the china open weibo account invited him to come on over and play. tho ZZ is not known to be the most sporty person out there, it ties up with his desire to be more fit. during that time, we have seen ZZ who was working out often. so playing tennis seems to be a rational step, tho at the time, we didn’t know how it could contribute to CPN. he also had said in other interviews that he wants to try and do more things, which is so similar to how wyb approaches his life and why i believe they work so well together. 🤍

then in the next events that he attended and interviews, you can see him saying tennis more often.

Weibo TV Internet Video Summit Red Carpet:

“Exercise is a way to relax and relieve stress. If I had to say, tennis (is my favorite).”

Weibo night 2023 sina interview:

“If you ask about my favorite sport probably its tennis.”

he loves it so much, that when he shared a photo of his snowman last year, the heart he used is a tennis vibration dampener/ shock absorber. a silent nod to his love for the sport.

WYB and Tennis

what got me questioning the timeline of us saying that XZ started the whole tennis mania was yibo saying recently that he is playing tennis again. tho what i can only find is a 2015 video of him showing how he is playing tennis — which looks more like he was acting and doing it as a joke compared to now where he is obsessed with it. tho their hobbies should always be out there and spoken in public, knowing how quickly he picks things up, i don’t doubt he played the sport at one point before his other interests took over.

fast forward to now, starting the whole tennis story during chanel shenzhen where he was photographed playing and even the instructor posted about it. to being decked out in lacoste tennis gear. it was a quick switch cause we knew he has in his golf phase and then the love for tennis seemed to come from nowhere. we knew that the golf love was fueled by his co star from chang feng po lang. so who is the influence this time?

the evidence we see of him being in love with tennis started with bystander promos and then the recent post of ybo. i don’t know if we are gonna get more bits, unless he finds another hobby.

AND NOW IT’S CPN TIME. 🤍

the clowning immediately started as soon as wyb showed interest in the sport and we connected it to xz. which is usual for us cause we are cpfs! the speculation being, wyb played tennis before them dropped it. xz became a fan of the sport and most likely talked to wyb about it, hoping he would play with him. maybe they did play together at some point then wyb was lured into it lol. and now, it’s his new his favorite. i would honestly cackle if xzs somehow releases a clip of him playing tennis again. so/os are saying wyb is leeching or something but they don’t know it’s what boyfriends do! share each other’s likes!

recently, there were talks about a mystery photo of WYB going around that some are thinking is a time that they played together and that’s why WYB was cropped out. @rainbowsky talked about that here. but personally, i think this him with some friends or maybe an instructor + casual players. whoever posted that just wanted to share wyb’s photo. i’m not sure about the comments, but some are saying this place is close to where weibo night took place — an event they attended together. which makes people feel more 👀 about it.

their rackets are different but that doesn’t say much. they could use whatever they want. it’s weird tho that the recent ybo video posted had the brand of the racket blurred out when it wasn’t in the previous video. so why now?

ultimately, what attracts us to this cpn is the possibility that they play tennis together. also how they influence each other. whatever it is, i just hope they continue to go for the things they love and we will be here to support them. 💛

-END.

#bjyx #yizhan #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #i’m doing catch up with cpn posts cause the past days have been so busy

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writing-like-a-whore · 9 months

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sae itoshi

“i can find numerous ways to fuck you, pretty.”

sae itoshi x fem!reader. where sae has an issue getting the new intern out of his head.

warnings- 18+, minors dni, nsfw, smut, saes ofc a bitch, use of slut whore etc, degradation kink, and yk the usual

"you just need to be laid," sae's personal assistant told him. sae flipped him off as he left. it had been a year since bluelock and sae decided that what was going on in spain before was what worked best for him. so here was, playing for the team that made his life different, although, he didnt know if it was for the better or worse.

sae's assistant wasnt wrong tho, he really needed to get laid and soon, his sexual frusturation was getting out of hand (pun intended sorry ok.) there was no shortage of gorgeous hispanic women around him but somehow none of them seem to cut it for him, he had a quickie with this woman who called herself his fan yet couldn't even name him, which in retrospect shows how desperate he was but also shows that people are shallow. (he rly didnt wanna admit he's starving for sex be real)

sae's assistant, ruben, who had been incharge of sae's work for the past year was younger and more fun than his predecessors. sae liked him so much that he even gave his number, voluntarily, without any pressure. it wasnt long until ruben invited sae for parties and beers and the two became friends. it also wasnt unusal for ruben to text message sae updates. "my law intern starts tomorrow so pls dont throw daggers at her," the text read. sae replied with, "no promises," and could particularly hear ruben's sigh. sae didnt put much thought to it and continued with his day as usual.

the next day, sae woke up at 5 and ran for an hour before his 2 hour practice schedule. he loved doing the workout that came afterwards. one could say that a follow up workout after 3 hours of running and practice was excessive but he was a pro player and this was his job. sae reached his house roughly around 9:30 or 9:45, since the door was open he assumed it was ruben and the new intern. sae overheard ruben explaining something to the new intern but he'd rather shower than listen to wtv they were doing.

after a very relaxing and much needed shower, sae went to the kitchen where they two were. what sae expected was a nerdy law student in his house, but what met him was perhaps the most gorgeous woman he'd seen. you didnt have a model type zero figure, hell you werent even skinny, but something about your round ass and thick thighs (save lives) that just really made sae stop in his tracks.

"sae, meet my new intern," ruben said, referring to you. you said a good morning to him and took the nod that followed as a quiet dismissal so you turned your attention to ruben and talked about work. sae hated that a little.

over the course of the next few days, sae would hang around the kitchen counter which you and ruben used as an office now. he'd watch tv or grab a snack every now and then just to sneak a look at you. you always wore those beautiful trousers that hugged your rear and flared at the bottom. sae was also quick to notice your deep neck shirts which were professional for most of the part, except for when you'd lean over the counter when you were listening. he knew it was pathetic and perverted behaviour but to his defence he found you hotter than he should.

days passed and his need for you just increased. sae would never admit it to anyone but he might've fantasised about you a little. today, it was evening and you and ruben were still at the couch. sae hated that you didnt talk to him much or gave that pretty smile you did to ruben, he would also not admit this. you get up and politely say good bye to the two of them.

"hey, sae?" ruben calls out, "yes?" he replies. "there's a party tonight and i was thinking you can join us. y/n is going too." sae noticed that ruben said that in a weird tone, "what am i supposed to do with that information?" he asks. ruben chuckles, "look. i know that you have a thing for her, and if she wasnt sm on the borderline of being a nuerodivergent coded woman, she'd know too. maybe she's the one you need to get laid with." sae rolled his eyes but didnt deny what ruben said and also got ready.

and boy was he glad that he did. you were wearing a skimpy outfit. or maybe its in his head. you wore a bodycon blue satin dress under a sheer blue and purple gradient mesh dress. your hair wasnt tied and you looked gorgeous. sae could see every roll and what he wanted to do- "stop staring and just talk to her," ruben said, "im gonna go find someone to fuck too. see ya tomorrow," and he was gone.

sae walked up to you, you were now at the bar, sitting alone, thankfully. "hey," he seemed to have startled you, "oh, sae- i mean mr. itoshi, hello. i didnt think you were gonna be here," you say. "i didnt think i'd be here either, and its sae." you divert your gaze to the bartender and say, "yes, okay. so sae, how are you enjoying this party?" you ask. "not a lot, i'd rather get out." you slam your hand on the table and say, "oh. my god. me too. its so boring, i didnt think clubs would be this bad." sae liked how comical your expression and reaction was. "do you wanna get out, go somewhere else?" sae asks. your eyes widen but you say yes anyway.

sae takes you in his car and asks if you'd mind going back to his place. you said no because it was one of the only places in spain you liked. sae asked you about how youre here. "well, im a college student and i'm here for an internship for doing well in law school. i think it's an internship for six months but if ruben and his company likes me, i could get a permanent job here." sae nodded and you two had some more conversation.

you two were still talking when you reached inside of sae's house. and no matter how many times you told yourself you were just tipsy, you knew it was smth sober you also wanted to do. you grabbed sae and kissed him. sae was taken a back a little but when he registered what just happened he snapped. he closed the door shut w one leg and one arm engulfed you closer to him while his head grabbed your hair and pulled you in for a kiss. it was nothing short of a feral kiss, he kissed you like he was a starved man.

he didnt stop kissing you when he took you to his bedroom. he didnt stop kissing you when his hand went down to graze your thigh. you were the one who broke the kiss when his hand reached your panties and rubbed back and forth. “so wet,” he said as he dragged your underwear aside and fingered you. “be a good doll and ride my fingers sweetheart,” he said as you barely understood what was happening. pleasure and nothing but pleasure surrounded your head.

you then instinctively got down on your knees. he liked that he didnt ask you to do it, you just did. your hands pulled down his pants and boxers. you took his length in your hand and rubbed it a few times before taking it in. he grabbed your hair as you looked up at him, so pretty with your doe eyes looking into his. he wanted to be gentle with you but you batted your eyelashes a few times and he lost it. he thrust his hips into your face and came to the site of you gagging on his cock.

“enough of you doing the work, princess. my turn” he practically threw you on the bed as he commanded to get on your hands and knees. he put his hands on your hips and pulled you back. your moaned as your sensitive part hit his cock and he ground his teeth like he was grinding your pussy. “not so soon,” he said as he pulled back and kneeled this time. he took your panties off and brought your ass which was in the air closer to his face. you moaned as he ran his tongue up and down. he used two fingers to separate your folds as he repeated his motions but on a much sensitive part. your legs quivered as he went on and his pillows no longer muffling your screams.

sae decides to tongue fuck you a little longer and then when his cock started aching and he knew you were about to come, he pulls back. you whine in protest but he says, “you come when i tell you to. do it before that and you’ll pay.” you meekly nod, your ass and pussy still in air at display for him.

so pretty he says and puts his cock slowly into you. your body shudders in delight and sae grips your hips tighter. he pulls you back and forth as he slams into you. “i wanna go slower but fuck.” you get on your elbows now and shake your head, “dont go slow. fuck me hard.” he nods and says, “you gave me permission,” as he picks up the pace and fucks you. you scream as both of you come. sae slaps your ass one last time as you both fall down onto the bed.

“fuck.” is all you say. sae chuckles as he gets up to kiss you. he brings in a cloth towel and cleans you up. maybe spain changed him for the better.

this was so long sorry 😭😭

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#itoshi sae #sae itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x reader #bllk scenarios #bllk x female reader #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #bllk sae #blue lock x reader #bluelock smut #blue lock sae #blue lock

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gingersxng · 3 hours

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Inappropriate Touching

Pairing: f!reader x Seonghwa x Yunho x Mingi x San

Genre: smut 18+

Summary: walking down the hallways on your new exciting job you came across a group of young handsome actors.. but it soon turns out acting and reality isn’t that far away from each other.

Notes: sub!reader, rough doms! Yunho, Mingi, San, Seonghwa, reader is a virgin, the boys are big perverts!!! ,they have no self control, much inappropriate touching!!!(which is not ok irl), adult movies, pet names (sweetheart, doll, darling, love, kitten, honey), groping, kissing, some cursing, fingering, oral (f receiving), licking, spitting, cum cum cum, cum eating, threesome, mentions of masturbation, dirty comments, unprotected sex (always be safe),rough sex, public sex, big dick yungi, marking (hickeys, bite marks), breeding, double penetration, slight bulge kink, recording. forgot something? maby

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it was your first day at your new job at the movie studio. it’s been a life long dream of yours to get to work with big movie stars and now you were finally standing outside the big doors. as you looked up at the sign of the big building you took a deep breath before finally heading inside to get started.

you felt like a child in a candy store watching all the pictures on the walls of famous actors and actresses. you were soon greeted by a young woman maby a few years older than you, she was looking so professional with a black jumpsuit, black glasses and red long hair in a big bun.

“hi are you the new assistant?” she asked softly. “yes i am, I’m y/n” you said as you shaked her hand. “I’m Joanne, I’m gonna show you around a bit to make it a little easier for you” a smile formed in your face. she showed you all different sets from both new and old movies, you had also met many movie stars and staff while you walked around the big halls. you were coming to your final part of your little “tour” when Joanne stopped dragging you to the side.

“we have to be quiet cause they’re in the middle of rehearsals”. she whispered, didn’t sound as she cared to much. you didn’t really understand what kind of movie they were making but there were four men dressed roughly in suits, black ties and some of them had smeared lipstick on their mouths. a woman later appeared around the men and you finally got an answer on your early movie question. you felt yourself blush as you observed what they did to that woman, eyes wide. “c’mon let’s go, I’ll show you your room” she grabbed your arm and dragged you with her. it was kinda quiet down the hallways to your room and so were you. Joanne finally broke the ice. “I probably should give you a small warning but you have to keep this to yourself, okay?” she said with a half worried look on her face. “alright I promise” you suddenly got anxious.

you stopped outside the door to your room. “don’t be too sweet towards those guys back there, they can get a little too friendly if you know what I mean” she whispered so no one but you could hear her. your eyes widened not believing what she was saying, they were just acting.. wasn’t they? “I don’t wanna scare you or anything but it’s better to warn you if you would bump into one of them”. you found yourself speechless and your thoughts went all over the place, first day at your new job and now you should watch out for creeps?

“they didn’t look old tho” you suddenly said. “no, as I saw on your CV they’re two and three years older than you” your eyes widened once again. she was about to say something but were interrupted by footsteps coming your way and by the sound of the voices it was them, well two of them. your heart pumped hard in your chest watching as they came closer.

“looking good today Jo” one of them blurted out giving Joanne a wink. the taller guy got very close to her while a smirk appeared on his face “your ass looks great in this suit too” he said as he gave her ass a squeeze. you literally couldn’t believe what you were witnessing and she just let them do this to her. they were soon turning their attention to you, fuck.

“what do we have here huh?” the tall one said looking you up and down. he was so tall but actually very good looking, you started to blush and that’s just what they wanted you to.. “it’s our new assistant y/n and it’s her first day so keep your hands to yourself Yunho!” Joanne snapped. he guided his hand through his hair and let out a deep chuckle, omg! “nice to meet you y/n” both of them greeted you. you gave them a small smile and crossed your arms so your cleavage got more visible and that was a big mistake. their eyes acted like magnets, getting dragged to your breasts. you knew she’d given you a warning but there was something about them giving you all this attention that made you excited.

“damn looks like a juicy one” the other guy laughed as he eyed his tall friend. Yunho let out a quiet laugh as he looked you straight into your eyes, his smile dropping fast. he took a step closer to you and got interrupted by your friend. “alright, she’s not interested in you two” she said trying to get them to leave. actually you were beginning to get a little bit interested in them but maby it was best to keep that to yourself. Yunho gave your ass a light slap as he passed you with a smirking grin on his face. the other man reached out his hand brushing it against your stomach and up to your breasts, he stuck his tongue out and gave you a wink. “Seonghwa!! you pervert!” Jo slapped him on the shoulder.

they had finally got out of sight and you could finally let out a deep breath trying to take in everything that happened in the last 10 minutes. “I’m so sorry y/n but this is something you should get used to if you’re gonna work here” she told you looking really pissed off by the boy’s behaviour against you. you couldn’t help but smile a little, “it’s alright”. she finally left you alone and you got into your room to get some rest. it didn’t take many minutes before you were interrupted by a knock on your door, you got up and peeped out trough the little window to see another tall guy standing outside. you opened and were greeted with a smile from the big guy. “hey sweetheart, I’m Mingi” his voice were deep and vibrated right through you. you didn’t get a chance to introduce yourself before he grabbed your arms and pushed you further into your room. his actions took you by surprise and you let out a scream. Mingi hurried to put his hand on your mouth to drown your screams, when you finally got quiet he pulled his hand away letting out a chuckle when he saw the scared expression on your face.

“what are you doing!!” you almost cried out looking up at the big boy. he pushed you down onto your desk and grabbed your chin. “my friends told me about the new sexy assistant and I thought I should see if it was true.. and fuck you are gorgeous” he said squeezing your cheeks. you could feel how your thighs began to push together and how your cheeks started to heat up. Mingi brought his head to your neck starting to place sloppy kisses along it up to your ear, his hands working their way to your ass. you really hoped no one would walk in on you making out with one of the “creeps”, even if this was very wrong you didn’t do anything to stop it.

Mingi slipped his hands inside your pants grabbing a handful of your naked ass. small moans left your mouth, your hands went straight to his hair and he let out a deep groan. “you like this huh?” Mingi whispered as he pulled your jeans off you. “yes” you whispered back. he pushed you down onto your back and separated your legs exposing your clothed core to him, your panties were off you in a flash and your hole were stuffed with two of his fingers. Mingi put his mouth on your clit rolling his tongue over the sensitive nub, your back arched at the new pleasure. “you taste so good” he growled against your clit. he added a third finger and fastened his pace on your clit making a moaning mess out of you.

“here you are!!” Seonghwa bursted into your room, his eyes darkened as soon as he saw the position you were in. you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed having your bare pussy on display in front of the new man. “I see you’ve met the pussy eater” Seonghwa pushed Mingis head down harder on your pussy receiving moans from both of you. Mingi pulled away his slime covered face from your core. “says the guy who puts his hands down women’s tops” Mingi glared at the older man. “I can’t help it” Seonghwa threw a bitter look at him, he walked over to you and slid his hands inside your top and bra grabbing your firm breasts. he looked down at your pleasure filled face, he got closer to your face and attacked your lips kissing you upside down. it was messy and hot and you could feel how you got closer to your release. Seonghwa broke the kiss and squeezed your boobs hard making you squeak. “open your mouth kitten” you did as he said and watched as he gathered some saliva that he spit down into your mouth, you swallowed it and once again he was back kissing you.

Mingi was biting your clit sending electric waves up to your brain. he felt how your pussy clenched around his fingers and he curved them to hit the spongy spot inside you making you see white. your breath hitched in your throat and you moaned into Seonghwas mouth when you came onto Mingis fingers. both of them laughed at you when they saw how fucked out you looked. Mingi licked up all the cum from your hole. “sorry but we have to go back to the set kitten, believe me I’d rather fuck you than that bitch” Seonghwa grunted pushing his face in between your breasts licking a stripe along your cleavage. Mingi stole your panties sneaking them into his pocket and gave your pussy a quick kiss before they left.

- next day -

you had some free time so you were strolling through the building sneaking in to watch some movies in the making. a hand brushed against your ass and you quickly turned around to see yet another new face. the man scanned your body taking you all in, he leaned forward and brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. “enjoying yourself kitten?” you gulped and straightened yourself up feeling how your legs began to weaken. “y-yes I do” you fumbled not knowing were to look. an amusing look painted his face when he saw the affect he had on you. he took your hand and brought you with him to their movie set, the grip he had on your hand were firm to keep your from running away if you wanted to.

they were in the middle of a break so they had some time for you. the three other men sat down in a big round sofa that was down in a dark corner, the handsome muscular man pulled you with him. their eyes lit up as soon as you got in their site, you blushed hard and began to bite the nail on your thumb, it really made you look innocent.

“look who I found standing all alone in the halls” the man pushed you forward so you stood in front of the other three. you could see how they were undressing you with their eyes and by the tents in their pants, they really liked what they saw. Yunho grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on his lap, you shivered at the feeling of his erection poking at your ass. he tugged at your skirt and caressed your soft thighs watching as goosebumps appeared. he put his mouth to your ear and whispered “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since yesterday, maby I could get a pic of that sweet ass if yours huh?”. his words went straight to your pussy, feeling how you got wetter by the second. “why would you want that?” you said innocently looking him in the eyes knowing exactly why he wanted it. Yunho raised an eyebrow and dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass “so I have something to watch as I’m playing with my dick” the guy chuckled. the other guys laughed at his comment. you were stuck between these four men and your mind started to run wild the more they showed how much they wanted to use you.

“do you have a boyfriend doll?” Mingi slipped out. you shook your head and the look on his face turned devilish, you pushed your thighs together more. “are you a virgin?” Yunho asked pulling your skirt up slowly waiting for an answer. you stayed quiet for a few seconds looking around at the men. “yeah, I am” your voice dropped and you felt so embarrassed. something in them snapped and suddenly they seemed hornier than ever. Seonghwa stuck his hand down your top to… dang he got interrupted. you got company by a known friend, it was Jo. she was looking for you and couldn’t believe she would find you here of all places. “what are you doing here y/n?” she was surprised to see you sitting in Yunhos lap with Seonghwas hand down your top. “I’m working..” was the first thing you could think of. Seonghwa fought the urge to pull out your breasts from your top, he usually didn’t have much self control but for your sake he made an exception. “you guys are sick” she said before she finally left.

Seonghwa couldn’t hold it in anymore and pulled out your boobs from your bra, his mouth watered at the sight of your hardened red nipples, he brushed his thumb over them and you let out a small whimper. Yunho lifted you up and handed you over to San, the big man squeezed you against his chest. “don’t move doll, my grip will only get tighter” he bucked his hips up against your ass, his clothed hardness poking you right between your cheeks. Yunho unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants enough for his massive cock to spring free standing up against his stomach. the sight was making your arousal drip down your inner thighs and you crossed your legs standing in Sans embrace. Yunho patted his thigh signaling San to release you. “come sit love” he held a hand out to you. you walked over to the tall man, he turned you around back facing him while pulling up your skirt. the lack of underwear made him groan “no panties huh? what a good girl, all ready for us to abuse” his deep voice almost breaking you.

San slid his fingers through your folds, your arousal was smeared out on your inner thighs and he could slip in two fingers with ease, after feeling how tight you were he pulled them out again turning to the tall guy. “she’s so tight you’re gonna split her in half with your monster cock” Sans words brought a worried look to your face. Yunho slapped your ass “we don’t use condoms btw, hope that’s alright with you love?” you nodded and with that he sunk you down on his big cock, the wetness made it almost too easy for him to bottom out. it was a long moan that left your lips as you felt your pussy being stretched to the max. as Yunho were bouncing you up and down his dick San was attacking your lips and Seonghwa had got dibs on your breasts marking them as his own. it felt like you were in some kind of erotic dream, they dragged out moans and whimpers out of you leaving you a fucking mess.

Mingi had pulled out his cock too, he spat in his hand and pumped his length a few times. he got up from the sofa and pushed the other two out of the way, he pushed your back against Yunhos chest and positioned himself onto you bringing his cock to your already stuffed hole. “it won’t fit idiot” San mocked the man. “I’ll make it fit” Mingi pushed the tip into your pussy making you scream, tears falling down your cheeks. Yunho pulled out a bit for Mingi to fit better, he then dried your tears with his thumb. Yunho and Mingi occupied each side of your neck while they pumped their massive dicks into your gushy hole. “fuck I swear it feels a thousand times better when she’s a virgin” Mingi groaned into your ear. a familiar feeling appeared in your stomach and it got worse with each of their thrusts. Mingi pushed your knees up to your chest getting better and deeper access, the bulge on your stomach drove him crazy. “I’m gonna cum” Yunho warned. “are you gonna let us breed you honey? let us knock you up” he growled as his thrusts got faster. being all over the place you couldn’t get a single word out but you nodded and moaned in response, your mouth hung open.

“knock her up already we’re getting impatient here” Seonghwa whined as he palmed his cock through his pants. a couple more thrusts and both men released their big loads deep inside you, their hair had gotten more messy and they had beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads. the cum were seeping out between their cocks, they pulled out and laid you down onto your back. Yunho pushed the cum back inside your abused pussy, a proud smirk forming on his face. “in a few months we want to see this pretty belly of yours grow darling” Mingi teased you, he took a handful of your little belly fat and squeezed it.

San was quick to swap places with Yunho, impatiently he pulled out his leaking cock and towered over your half naked form. he slid the tip in slowly until he was fully seated pushing both Mingis and Yunhos cum further inside you, his pace quickened fast and his hold onto your sides grew harder. “fuuck, this little pussy of yours is driving me insane” San growled, his feline eyes pierced holes through you. his mouth assaulted your sore nipples while he slammed his hips against yours with all the strength he had. you began to cry and your whole body started to hurt. Seonghwa kissed you harshly and wiped your tears away, he moved down to your neck sucking on the flesh leaving purple marks. “don’t cry honey we’ll take care of you” he purred.

you could feel Sans cock twitch, he buried his dick deep inside you letting his release paint your walls white, he stayed like that for a while not wanting any cum go to waste. the though of knocking you up made his brain malfunction. San pushed down his hand on your lower stomach to feel how deep he was, with a groan he finally pulled out.

Seonghwa helped you up and sunk you down on his dick. you swung your arms around his neck and buried your face in it, he helped moving your hips up and down his length since your body started to give out. each time his cock brushed against your cervix you were one step closer to your awaited orgasm. “mmh it feels so good” you whispered softly in his pierced ear. Seonghwa took his time with you and wasn’t as rough as the others, not yet anyway. he stilled his movements, you looked him in the eyes with a questioning look wondering why he stopped. a smirk appeared on his face and he turned his gaze to someone else. a pair of strong arms lifted you up on your wobbly legs and Seonghwa followed. “ready to get double stuffed again kitten?” you heard Sans voice behind you, his breath tingled against your ear and it almost made you cum on the spot. you were now sandwiched between the two men, uplifted in their arms. they both placed their tips to your entrance, it was no problem to slide in their hard cocks from all the cum and your insane amount of arousal, plus you got stretched out good a couple minutes ago by two monster cocks. they synced their thrusts as they slammed up into your sensitive core, your high pitched moans was music to their ears. the knot was building up in your stomach and you were so close now, Sans hand toyed with your swollen clit whilst Seonghwa had his fun with your nipples making your eyes turn white.

Seonghwa kissed your collarbone and cooed “cum for us now love”. San bucked up his hips and groped your ass hard, he left a bite mark on your shoulder making you cry out quietly. a few seconds later your orgasm hit you and your whole body turned to jelly, not long after you felt a hot big wave of cum entering you. deep groans left their filthy mouths as they emptied themselves deep inside you. “good girl” San said huskily as he pulled out.

after they’d both pulled out Mingi gave you your panties back that he stole from you yesterday on his little visit. you gave him a tired smile and put them on you. “I should probably go and get some rest” you said as you put your boobs inside your top again. “need some company?” Mingi asked with a nasty smirk on his face. Yunho slapped the big man on his arm “as tempting as it sounds I actually think we should let her rest for a while, she’ll need it” he smiled at you. they gave you small kisses on your face before you headed back to your room.

“she’s a keeper” Mingi said watching as your ass bounced with every step you took. Yunho groaned and placed himself on the sofa again, he took out his phone and let out a light chuckle. “did you get it all?” San asked. “oh yeah I did”

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez smut #kpop smut #ateez scenarios #mingi x reader #mingi #yunho x reader #yunho #choi san #san x reader #seonghwa #seonghwa x reader

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cerseis-fav-maiden · 1 year

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A/N: I’m feelin some angst comfort today soooo I’m gonna write this tho no one asked for it lol

Oh ok….going home?

Melissa Schemmenti x FemReader

(Not my gif)

You and Melissa had been dating for about 5 months now but this was your first Valentines with her you were so excited you were gonna take flowers to her at Abbott and some pasta you made…plus you decorated the whole house…she always loved that you enjoyed cooking as well you get all dolled up and get onto your car heading to Abbott then you text her about your arrival because she hates surprises and she has a new kid who’s really rowdy so she’s most likely stressed

You: Hey mel I brought you lunch I’m almost there your in the kitchen right?

🩵mel🩵 : I am.

You: okie!!

You begin to think you shouldn’t have done this by her response..but to late now your already flowers in your purse and pasta in hand… you walk in immediately greeted by Barbara who adores you “awe you brought her food on Valentines how sweet y/n!” Melissa sits grading not even acknowledging your presence you really thought she’d be excited…you slowly walk over “hi mel…” you say timidly putting the Tupperware of food next to her on the table “hm?” She responds “oh thanks you gonna go home now? Cause I have my hands full right now and I don’t need you here right now” You’ve always been sensitive but that really hurt you you being to tear up “um yeah sorry to bother you” you practically run out of the room as soon as the door shuts behind you everyone’s eyes turn to Melissa

Then out of silence barb says “Melissa Schemmenti what in gods name is wrong with you?!” Melissa scoffs “nothing? Just busy why?” Barbs turn to scoff “PLEASE LIKE YOU DIDNT JUST ENTIRELY DISMISS YOUR GIRLFRIEND WHO DID SOMETHING NICE FOR YOU ON VALENTINES?!?” Melissa starts to think and goes “oh please I’m sure she’s fine” barb laughs “ok lemme call her” she calls me I answer clearly stuffy nose and wobbly voice “what’s up barb?” “Are you ok hunny?” “Sure, yeah it’s fine maybe she just didn’t want to talk to me on Valentines I get it it’s ok” I say crying again Mel tears up and signals for barb to hang up “ok well I’m taking her class for the rest of the day and she’s coming to you” Mel is quick out the door and in her car…

You meanwhile are at your shared home sobbing on the couch flowers on the floor in front of you you hear a car pull up and panic you don’t want her to be even more mad so you run and lock your self in the bathroom she comes in seeing all the decorations and she feels so horrible “where you at sweet girl!?” She yells into the house walking down the hall hearing you in the bathroom she stop’s outside the door “hun?” You choke out a response “yes? Are you ok?” She sighs “come out here please I’m sorry” you cry a bit “your not mad?” She tears up “no hun I’m not I promise I’ll explain I just want to hold you please I’m so sorry” you stand opening the door standing there shyly tear stained face and say “hi” she chuckles sympathetically “hi pretty girl” she reaches out but doesn’t hug you yet asking silent permission in which you nod she repeats over and over while hugging you “I’m sorry I’m so sorry” you pull away walking to the living room picking up the flowers and half heartily handing them to her she takes them “thank you baby” I smile lightly “um I hope you liked the pasta there’s more in the fridge” she tuts at you “nu uh dearie we are talking about this you can’t just let people hurt you hun” i sigh “I know Mel I just can we change into pj’s and lay on the couch first” she smiles brightly “anything you want darling”

We both change and I beat her to the couch she quickly follows pulling me into her lap “ok love I’m sorry I know I’ve said that a lot I snapped at you over stress at work something I should never do none the less on Valentines” I nod accepting her apology burying my head into her neck “ok so wanna bake together after a well deserved nap?” she asks trying to cheer you up “yes Mel that sounds perfect thank you!” You forgive her understanding her reasoning and the rest of the day is perfect…

#wlw crush #middleagedwoman #melissa schemmenti imagine #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary #angst to comfort

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celestialking · 2 years

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omgomg late night after panels when they get drunk and fuck around 👀 orrrrr fan!reader and one of the boys…

Def not fan!reader I'm sorry, i feel as tho that's a bit odd T^T but!! I can for sure write the first part

NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

Warnings: alcohol, suggestive, body shots,

You shoved your hands in your pocket as Punz picked something off of the shelf.

"We're sure we wanna do this tonight?" You asked.

"Uh, duh," Punz chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Why not?"

You shrugged, watching as a raven hair bounced over the aisle. "Found Foolish,"

Punz grabbed another bottle off the shelf. "Let's go Foolish, got what we need,"

The male in question peeked around the aisle at you both. "We should put sour candy in our drinks,"

"Absolutely not. Did you find what i asked for?" You asked. Honestly you were ready to leave this store. The last thing you needed was fans to spot you.

Foolish huffed, walking around the corner. He dramatically waved the plastic bag in his hand. "Yeah? How hard is it to find limes?"

You walked past and grasped his jaw to give his head a little shake. "You'd be surprised Mr Himbro," You let go and listened them giggle behind you.

By the time Foolish thought to ask what the limes were for, you and Punz had already checked out and were now sitting in the car.

"Shots? You know? Little bit of salt, tequila, lime. Didnt you guys do this at the last twitch rivals?" You asked buckling your seatbelt.

Punz put the car in reverse backing out. "To be completely honest I don't even remember half the stuff we did that night,"

Foolish erupted into giggles making you squint your eyes. "Right," you dragged out. "I'm sure,"

Once you arrived back at the hotel you bounced in the door excited. "Shot time!"

Foolish laid down on the bed, flinching when you yelled at him.

"Perfect position,"

Punz paused in his step. "What?"

You grinned at them. "Ever do body shots? Let's start up lickgate part two,"

Both guys burst out laughing.

"Alright Foolish, shirt off," you commanded.

He sat up quickly shrieking out a word you couldn't understand. You gathered the stuff handing the lime slice to Punz and the shot.

"Well I'm not letting you lick it off me," You pouted. "You guys are- uh-" you cleared your throat avoiding your eyes from Foolish. He had grasped his shirt removing it efficiently. "Gross, you guys are gross,"

Punz chuckled. "So gross that your eyes are staring at Foolishs abs and can't look him in the face?"

The blonde leaned over and grabbed the salt from you. "Lay down fully," he ordered Foolish pushing on his chest. Against the lower part of his stomach Punz began pouring salt. You sat down on the bed next to him

Out of nervousness Foolish began laughing, some of the salt moving.

Foolish tried to not squirm, his hands covering his eyes, You flicked his chest lightly. "Foolish stop laughing. You're going to spill the salt," you whined.

He squeaked a few more times before taking a deep breath and removing his hands. A different tension filled the air when you began to lean down.

You pressed your tongue against the salt trail making eye contact with Foolish. A sharp gasp left his lips as you licked up the salt.

As soon as you were done Punz was quick to turn your chin to pour the shot into your mouth. You leaned forward to the blonde who had the lime in his mouth, the conclusion to the body shot.

You pulled back from him. The air was thick and heavy between the three of you. The mood changing completely.

"Think we're done with shots now baby," Punz said lowly.

Your breath caught in your throat. The look he was giving you was dark and hungry.

"We- we haven't even-" Your voice devolved into a whisper.

Punz's hands landed on your thigh; Foolish's on the other.

So much for showing up hangover tomorrow.

Guess you were just going to be passed between the two for the night, and go on wobbly legs tomorrow.

#celestial:whispers #celestial:pnz #celestial:fooshg #celestial:scribbles

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earlgreytea68 · 2 months

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A Note on Olivia's Speech -- Kinda

OMG this is so much babbling but I wrote it all down in case it might be interesting to anyone else who feels vast amounts of guilt over writing about guys all the time??????

When I was a younger writer, I used to write a lot of het. That's what I wrote all through my teenage years and into my early twenties, just tons of traditional male/female romance novels, which honestly was mostly what I read through those years, too (aside from the classics that I was forced to read for my degree in English, which was exactly why I majored in English lol). Even when I started writing fanfiction, which wasn't until my mid-twenties, I wrote het.

But then at one point I started writing m/m love stories, and I never stopped. And I worry a lot about that, like, is this betraying internalized misogyny on my part? Why am I writing about men (and often white men), who get so many of the stories anyway? I should write more about my actual gender identity, which is cisgender woman. But every time I did, it felt so weird and stilted to me. And my motto is that unless I'm writing for money I write makes me happy, so I kept writing m/m fic.

Once, years ago, I went to a presentation at an academic conference where they discussed the phenomenon of cisgender women writing m/m fic. I know this often gets characterized as just some kind of sexual kink, and I just don't think that's what's going on with me, and that presentation noted that cisgender men are the default, so to speak, in our society. And so characters with a cisgender male gender identity are allowed to be blank slates that can be absolutely anything you want. Whereas as soon as you make a character a cisgender female, suddenly there are all these societal pressures on that character. And that did resonate with me, that try as I might I couldn't just change the pronouns of the cisgender men I was writing and ta-da! They were cisgender women! Because there's just so much other baggage that comes with being a cisgender woman that they were freed from if they were cisgender men -- even if I resented that that was the case!

But I've been doing a lot of reading this past year, and not of romance novels, of quote-unquote "serious" novels (an adjective I strenuously do not agree with, as a writer of romance lol). I read Elif Batuman's books (both hilarious but both kind of fell apart about halfway through), I read Checkout 19 (which I pretty much hated), I read Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow (weird book), I read The Farewell Tour (which surprised me and I liked much more than I'd thought I would). Every one of these books had a cisgender female protagonist (or co-protagonist), and every one of these books had a major plot point where that protagonist has a terrible, unhealthy relationship with an obnoxious cisgender guy. Every. Single. Book. And sometimes it was more than one unhealthy relationship, and sometimes it was more than one female character within the book. Like, you're going along reading about these delightful and interesting adventures these fabulous women are having, then -- bam! they run up against some guy not nearly as interesting as they are and not deserving of their time and then they waste a bunch of their life (and the book) all hung up on him. And I was just like: It's the year 2023, and this is STILL what the female narrative looks like? This???? We can't tell other stories about women that don't revolve around what men do to them???

It's not that these books aren't critiquing that part of society (which I understand is still omnipresent all around us). All of the books are very conscious that the relationships are unhealthy and diminishing the woman (except maaaaybe the relationship in T&T&T, but that book also is really mean to its arguably asexual MC and basically implies that he'll never be of importance in his BFF's life because he doesn't want to have sex with her, so the book had other issues, tbh). Not a single one of those books actually, you know, has any apparent repercussions for the guy in question, who just seems to go on and live their life pretty carefree and the woman whose life they stomped all over is barely a second thought, to us the outside observer. And I'm sure that's also very true to how society works. But, all the same, it was striking to me that, even if critical, THIS WAS STILL EVERY WOMAN'S NARRATIVE. EVERY WOMAN'S NARRATIVE WAS ABOUT SELLING HERSELF SHORT FOR SOME GUY. Can we not imagine better for ourselves????

And so, Idk, I do try to put people of other genders in my m/m fics but when it comes to a character like Olivia, and thinking of what her happy ending looked like, I just could not make myself put her with a guy. And you might say: she could have gone with a woman! And yes! She could have! But I think I am craving female narratives that aren't about romantic and sexual love. Because every narrative I read about a woman is alllll about romantic and sexual love. The woman belittles herself to squeeze herself into the box of romantic and sexual love, cutting off all of the interesting parts of herself because she's been told THAT is the end-all-be-all. But I am a believer in all kinds of love, and how all of those kinds of love can give you a good and well-rounded life, and it's silly to pretend that there's only one type of love and that we should pursue it at all costs to our selves.

And then I think, well, gee, that's hypocritical of me, given that ALL I DO IS WRITE STORIES ABOUT ROMANTIC AND SEXUAL LOVE. But then it occurred to me that in writing them about two cisgender men, it does feel more like a narrative that needs to be told. Men get so many stories...but they don't often get THESE stories. They don't often get the love story. They don't often pursue their romantic love as if it will fulfill their destiny...because society tells men that their destiny has other shapes and sizes beyond who they sleep with. Maybe, I think, the world needs more narratives about guys who just love, unabashedly and deeply and fulfillingly, and THAT'S the narrative. That's the whole story. Just that. The way it so often is for women.

When I think about Olivia, and even as I sit and struggle my way with Megan in the Regency AU sequel, it's like...I want more for them than that. Like, for so long I grew up with exactly the expectation that Olivia talks about, that I needed to find a husband and that was the most important thing about me. And I watch the younger women I know still get that message. I've got a great career, went to good schools, do interesting stuff, and still a shocking number of people want to know why I'm single. What about everything else I can be????? I have great friends and a great family and I honestly like my life. Who can ask for more than that? Like, isn't the most amazing thing that could happen to Megan, especially in the Regency era, is just that she lives the life she wants??? And maybe that means she gets married and maybe it doesn't but it's cool either way and she has the freedom to choose it!

I don't mean to imply that I don't have internalized misogyny, because who knows lol. I also don't mean to imply that women shouldn't get married!!!! I have many cisgender female friends in very happy and healthy heterosexual relationships!!! It's awesome for them and it works for them and it's cool and I love them and the lives they have built for themselves. Lives come in all shapes and sizes, and that's great. But I finished yet another book with yet another female protagonist in yet another unhealthy relationship for the fifth time this year or whatever and I was just like, No wonder I gave Olivia that speech. No wonder I'm looking for another narrative.

#long post #honestly who knows what this is #it feels a mess

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jeankirschteinswifey · 9 months

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Holding Out For A Hero (Fives x Jedi!Reader)

Summary: You’re Master Krell’s current padawan. Never really liking your master, you completely disobey his orders and journey out to Umbara, hoping to find out what the guy has been up to. Along the way, you make a few friends, and maybe help them a bit too ;) (Part 1 of 2)

Warnings: Only slight violence, that's it tho

A/n: this fic is totally inspired by “holding out for a hero” by Bonnie Taylor (yes I love 80s music) it’s been a while since my last fic (and I might start cross posting on ao3 soon under the name chirpybirdie)

2023 a/n: I still have not started an ao3 account. And it truly has been a while. Should I? (Kinda lost my game guys this is not my best fic- I'll get better I swear)

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“I told you y/n, you are not coming to assist me. Is that clear?!” Krell yelled at you.

*sigh* “yes master.” You reply, defeated.

“Good. Remain here and train with the others.” You leave, heading to your quarters.

He can’t tell me what to do. I’m 19, i’m not even supposed to be a padawan anymore! I should be leading my own troops, have my own clones to lead! You thought. You walk around for a bit, hoping to catch some air. Than, you caught a glimpse of Krell getting ready to leave from the corner of your eye, and next to it, a small ship, usually used by Jedi masters to lead their troops.

Bingo. You thought, and you ran for it, succesfully sneaking past Krell and heading off to Umbara.

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You land on the planet and see Anakin and your master talking. Realizing you may draw attention to yourself if you remain too long, you climb a tree and get higher ground, seeing the conversation from above.

“Thank you for the air support Master, it was much appreciated. But that’s not why your here is it?” Skywalker says.

“No, General Skywalker, the council has requested you back on Coruscant, effective immediately.”

Huh? But I was just with the council and they never mentioned Skywalker. Maybe it happened after I had left.

“What?? Why?”

“I believe a request was made by the Supreme Chancellor.”

Figures. You think while rolling your eyes.

“Well I cant just leave my men!” Anakin shouts.

“I will be taking over in the interim” Krell responds calmly.

You stopped listening after that, not wanting to even show interest in your master's conversation. Then, you see him. A clone. But he’s a bit different than the rest you’ve seen. He's very confident, he seems to be loyal too, and kinda.... fun? And not to mention his slight facial hair and the fact that he's an arc trooper made you swoon. You come back to reality and realize the troops are heading out and you follow them in the trees, praying you won’t be spotted.

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“FALL BACK!! FALL BACK NOW!” Rex shouts above the gunfire. Shouts of pain are heard from the troopers, falling one by one.

Holy shit. I really wish I could help but if Krell sees me, he’ll punish me for disobeying orders. You think, still watching from the trees. The gunfire had calmed itself as the men held their fire, trying to come up with another plan.

“Fives. Hardcase. I need you to infiltrate the base and get their ships to destroy these things. Use their own technology against them.” You hear Captain Rex order.

“They won’t see it coming sir!” Hardcase says. Fives nods and they headed out.

I should follow them, maybe try to help them too. You think and follow behind.

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"Before this I thought Krell was just crazy, but now, I'm beginning to think he just has it out for clones!" You heard the arc trooper say. You jump down from the tree and stand behind them.

"Yeah that's probably true, maybe the reason why I never got to lead some troopers as the commander alongside him" You say, startling the troopers. They quickly turn around and ready their blasters.

“Hold you fire guys. I’m just here to help” You say. You walk forward and show them your saber, proving your their ally. "I'm a jedi. I'm here to help you guys out."

“What the hell is a jedi doing here? The only one that was supposed to be here was Krell.” Fives snarled.

“We’ll for your information arc trooper, I’m his padawan. Trust me, I don’t like him much either.” You reply, glaring back at him.

God damn he looks good. Even when he's angry. You think.

“You heard that?” Fives asks.

“Yeah…I’ve kinda been listening in the trees this whole time because i’m not technically supposed to be here. ” You say.

“And you look older too, are you sure you’re a padawan?” Hardcase asks.

“Hardcase!” Fives yells.

“What!! Just a question!” Then you heard a comm beep. It was yours. And an incoming message from your master.

“Alright guys. Nice to talk to you. But we should probably get going with your plan." You say.

"But how? We were gonna climb the tree but-"Hardcase starts as you close your eyes and take a deep breath, holding your hands out as you do so.

"What are they doi-" Hardcase starts and suddenly stops as he is jabbed in the ribs by Fives.

"Can it Hardcase, it might be some jedi thing" Fives says, but is soon interrupted as he and Hardcase are lifted into the air, thrown over the fence and plop down onto the ground, groaning in pain. You however, leap over and land flat on your feet.

"How was that for a padawan?" You ask the troopers as they are still groaning in pain. You reach your hand out to help them and Fives gets up first, chuckling slightly at the stunt you pulled.

"I'll admit jedi, that was some stunt you just pulled." He starts.

"Y/n. My name is y/n by the way." You reply.

"Alright. Y/n then. Well, if we're introducing ourselves, my name is Fives, not 'arc trooper'." He says, extending his arm for a handshake. You take it, and give a firm shake, looking into his sultry brown eyes as he smiles back at you. Then, you continue on with the mission.

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Part 2 will be coming shortly!

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