#the more i scrolled side by side the more apparent it became that this. this was a different blog. but nearly identical

[wreckedhoney]

telling me to follow my own blog now

#or at least. thats what i thought #haha i thought. tmblr at it again with its foolishness. then on a whim i clicked on my own username. my own display pic. #at first everything seemed normal. yes i thought. silly socmed telling me to follow my own posts. but then scrolling down i started to see #something was wrong #every few posts the wording would be off. just enough to give a different feel. eventually i opened my own blog normally to compare #the more i scrolled side by side the more apparent it became that this. this was a different blog. but nearly identical #a cold sweat started to form at the back of my neck (naturally). why? why was this happening. who - or what - would be doing this #eventually i went far back enough to my last birthday. on the false blog - the false me - it was the very first post. nothing past that #it's another innocuous post. except for the tags #“soon i will breathe through you” #i don't know what to do. should i message my tmblr twin? ask who it is #why it looks like mine and how they might know my birthday #or should i leave it alone? or just……follow It ………………

[kitkatscabinet]

Always been you

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f! childhood friend reader

Summary: From the moment you first smiled at him as children Simon knew it would always be you.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: some nsfw content so minors keep scrolling

It starts like this, he’s 9 years old feet listlessly guiding himself to the rundown park desperate to be somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t the oppressive confines of home. The weather, as was typical of Manchester, wasn’t exactly cooperating. A dreary grey drizzle that served to keep most of the general populace indoors. Few parents were willing to stand outside and supervise their rowdy children. 

That’s not to say the area was completely devoid of activity and for a while Simon was content to sit idly on the swing set and people watch. Trying desperately to ignore the clench in his chest and the sting of tears in the corner of his eyes as he watched the loving interactions between child and parent. Bitterness and wanting in equal parts threatened to consume him. 

A voice from the side quickly pulls him from the harrowing thoughts, though he quickly thinks maybe they’d be easier to deal with. It’s a boy, around his age, maybe a little older and he’s boring like Simon’s deeply offended him. 

“Get off the swing, I want a turn.” The demand leaves Simon more than a little flabbergasted. Apparently, he takes too long to not follow the sudden command as the boy's face twists in even more displeasure. 

“I said, move!” He’s taller, and maybe it's because Simon had already been scared by Tommy that morning but he freezes. 

Or maybe it’s just because he’s pathetic, his father’s voice whispers traitorously in his mind. 

Thankfully, the thought doesn’t get to stick around for long as a new voice enters the fray. “Hey! Fuck off!” Both boys whirl around with wide eyes at the newcomer, neither sure how to respond to the loudly swearing girl. However, when the boy responds with what Simon assumes to be your name it becomes clear that you already know each other. 

“I don’t have to listen a girl.” That proves to be exactly the wrong thing to say, Righteous indignation lights up your face and before Simon can even blink the would-be bully is on the ground, clutching his nose with a cry. You’d punched him, hard enough that Simon could see the blood spilling out from over the crying boy’s hands and down his chin. Not wanting to suffer the same fate, Simon had let you pull on his hand, keeping it in a deceptively strong grip as you marched the two of them away. When you make it far enough from the crime scene you turn to him with a toothy grin, introducing yourself and promptly claiming the title of his new best friend. 

It’s not quite love at first sight, but years down the line Simon will recognise it as something close. 

The fourth time you meet at the park, not even two weeks from the initial greeting, you ask after his parents. It wasn’t unusual that Simon didn’t talk much, content to listen to you chatter away but you must have noticed something different in that instance of silence. You were alarmingly perceptive like that when it came to him, your eyes feeling as if they were staring directly into his soul, seeing all the shattered hurt he tried to hide. Nodding to yourself you grabbed his hand, an occurrence that he hadn’t quite gotten used to yet - your gentle touch, and tugged him along. You walk him all the way to your house, open the door with an excited bang and march straight up to your parents. 

“This is my best friend, Simon, he’s gonna sleep over tonight!” Your parents are rightfully not amused but their protests quickly die down. He has no idea what convinced them in the end, but from then on he’d somehow become a permanent fixture in your home. Dinners became a regular thing which often became sleepovers as you attempted to keep him out of the house that had caused him so much fear and pain. It was about as subtle as a brick to the face but Simon never complained, especially if it meant you’d pull him into your bed as often as possible to sleep. 

He hadn’t minded the first two ‘boyfriends’, they had been nothing serious, silly childhood infatuations. Because at the end of the day, it was always him that you returned to. Crawling through his window late at night and pouting that you couldn’t sleep without your favourite pillow, because somehow, despite his protests you always wrestled him into being the little spoon. 

No, it isn’t until he’s 17 and more than aware of how painfully in love with you he is that the boyfriends finally become a problem. Simon wasn’t a violent person, didn’t want to be, not like his father was. But as he holds you in his arms after you’d climbed through the window in tears, cuddling up to him under the blanket covering his bed that he swears for the first time in his life he could kill somebody. He offers too, you simply laugh and tell him he’s the best friend you could ever have. You think he’s joking, Simon’s not entirely sure he is. 

You’re his first kiss, something that had only occurred at your aghast knowledge that he’d never kissed anyone at all. He’s not sure why you’re surprised, you’re the only person he ever lets near him let alone touch him. It’s simultaneously the best and worst moment of his life because now he actually knows what it feels like to kiss you. Knows that nobody will ever live up to you. 

It’s then he realises that you’re his first everything really, first friend, first crush, first and only love. 

He reads some of your smutty books, the ones you giggle at, a secret he’ll take to the grave, just to learn what you like. It comes about after a drunken confession on your part, liquor loosening your lips just a tad too much as you detail how much your last boyfriend sucked in bed. It’s a mistake, because now every time he looks at you he can’t help but imagine the way you’d taste. How you’d sound begging so prettily for him. 

His decision to join the military was not made lightly, you’d gotten accepted into some fancy university and it’s then Simon starts to realise just how much his entire life has started to revolve around you. As much as he wants to follow, he knows that life isn’t for him, and he knows how much you want him to flourish in whatever path he chooses. 

Training isn’t easy, but it’s far from the hardest thing he’d ever done. That title was reserved for telling you about his chosen career path. 

“Promise me you’ll always come back home to me” you demand, parting just slightly from your hug to look into his eyes. Simon knows he shouldn’t, after all there’s never any guarantee that he will, but as has been the case since you were both 12 he can’t bare to say no to you. 

“I promise love” it’s barely a whisper but you still hear it, your fingers clutching at the back of his shirt starting to shake a little. 

He wants to kiss you, he always does, but standing before him now, eyes glassy from the tears you’re trying to hold back, Simon swears you’ve never looked more ethereal. As much as he wants to lean down and finally taste your lips he doesn’t, it wouldn’t be fair. Not to you or to him, so instead he presses a soft kiss to your hairline, keeping you held tightly against him. 

You send him more care packages than he can count, photos, letters and little trinkets he kept tucked safely away in his bunk or on his person when he could get away with it. He gets teased for it but Simon couldn’t give less of a fuck about their poorly hidden jealousy, not when you cared for him so deeply. Not when he gets to fall asleep with your words in his head and faint scent rubbing off on him. 

He’d thought that perhaps the distance would do him some good, would finally douse the blazing flames of his love for you. He really should have known better because as the day's drone on you start to consume his every thought both waking and asleep. His life becomes a series of training and missions that only serve as a way to pass the time until he gets to see you again. Because no matter how much blood stains his hands he knows you’ll always be there to wash it away. He’s aware how selfish it is, to place the brunt of his longing and emotional baggage that only continues to grow in your careful hands, but Simon’s never claimed to be a good man. 

Some of the darkness slips out one night, after his brother's wedding, after the revelry had died down and it was just the two of you lying on the grass and looking up at the stars at your insistence. He’ll forever blame it on the alcohol, descriptions of the violence he’d tried so desperately to keep from you pouring from his lips in confession. He can’t bear to look at you, heart roaring in his ears as he waits for the moment you’ll run, the moment you’ll finally realise what a monster he is. That moment never comes, instead, you ensnare him in your protective grip, hands cradling him far more softly than he deserves. It’s that moment that finally cements the fact that you’re never leaving in his mind. You’re never leaving so it’s up to him to pull away before he tarnishes your light, but Simon is weak and so he stays. 

It happens after his third tour, the one where he’d had too close a call, the one he’d thought for a few moments he wasn’t coming home from. In those moments he’d thought of you, of your smile and god he regretted. He regretted never telling you how he felt. 

It feels like he’s barely off the plane, eyes searching desperately for you before he hears the shout of his name. He spins just in time for you to launch yourself at his chest, gripping desperately onto him. You’ve always tried to keep your affection for him private, knowing he wasn’t entirely comfortable with people staring. Neither of you cared in that moment though and Simon’s already dropped his bags, engulfing you in a near-crushing grip. 

It’s an eternity before you pull away, but it’s still too soon. He briefly glimpses the tears in your eyes before he leans down and kisses you. Something in the back of his mind is screaming at him, but he doesn’t really care to listen. At first, you don’t respond and Simon finally panics as the consequences of his actions set in. You don’t give him the chance to run away though, hands grasping his face and keeping him in place. 

When you pull away you don’t say anything, simply taking his hand in yours and tugging him out to your car. The drive to your apartment is silent, but not uncomfortable. It isn’t until you’ve pulled him into your bed, in a mirror image of your younger years that you finally break the silence. 

“I never thought you felt the same.” The same? The implications of your words seared into the forefront of his mind. 

“Silly girl, why would I ever even look at somebody else when you exist?” You let out an adorably embarrassed squawk at his words, lightly hitting him on the chest as you bury your burning face against his neck.“It’s always been you” he murmurs, the confession settling over you like a wave. 

For a split second, he fears your relapse into silence means he’d pushed too far too fast. Years of pining bubbling up and over the surface at the slightest bit of reciprocation. You’re quick to shut down his internal spiral with another earth-shattering kiss, pulling away and resting your chin on his chest. 

“Yeah, you’ve always been it for me too Si. From the moment I pulled you from that swing." It's a little embarrassing, how fast his heart races at the confession. Tears build in the corners of his eyes as he finally, finally lets himself fully succumb to your love. You're quick to wipe them away though, because you would always take care of your Simon.

#x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #cod ghost

[annawritesblog]

Call it what you want (l.n.)

Summary: y/n goes to Monaco to support Lando on the race weekend, but they both find themselves lost in their thoughts (and sheets)

A/N: decided to put this idea of mine into writing, not sure how I feel about it. bestfriend!lando, onebed!trope, implied mature contect, so plese be aware. enjoy:)

Y/n and Lando had a friendship like no other. They were so close that most people just assumed they were dating.

None of them knew how they became friends exactly, one day they didn’t even knew each other and the next day they were hanging out all the time.

It was the Monaco gp. The most exciting race of all the races. Lando decided to surprise y/n and fly her out for the weekend so she can be there with him. She had never been in Monaco before, though it was a dream of hers. Lando knew that very well, and it played out perfectly for him: he’d fly her out, she’d get to see Monaco and where he lived and he’d have her right by his side. And that’s exactly what happened.

Lando made sure to cancel everything for the day just so he could pick y/n up from the airport and show her around before the chaos that the gp would bring started. The young girl ran to him with open arms and Lando couldn’t contain his smile. He was so incredibly happy that she was there to cheer on him. Her support meant so much to him, in fact her support meant the most. And to be able to make on of y/n’s dream come true was just a bonus.

They hugged for a little while and the McLaren driver felt something come alive in him as he was lost in her embrace.

They spend the whole day sightseeing, though Lando have seen all of that millions of time but seeing how excited she was he didn’t mind at all.

Soon enough the day of the race came along and y/n was right there in the McLaren garage to support her best friend. She was so proud of him, which she made sure he knew. She told him multiple times what an incredible job he’s done and how proud of him she was. Lando loved hearing that, especially from her. It just felt different from her, like he really believed it when it came from her mouth.

It all felt so natural to him. Like they have done that countless times already. She fit in so well with his group of friends and even in the paddock. People could only say wonderful things about her and it made Lando’s heart burst with joy. He always knew she was special but hearing that from people close to him just reassured him. His family had only heard things about the girl who was apparently just a friend, so when they saw her in real life they were mesmerized by her intelligence and appearance as well. And Lando felt proud to be able to call her his best friend. But he found himself imagining what it would be like if they were a couple. What it would be like if she’d accompany him to all races. That weekend wasn’t the first time he’d think of such things, but the atmosphere and people made him act like they were a couple. He didn’t correct people when they mentioned how pretty her girlfriend was or how he would place his hand on the small of her back as they left through the back door. He knew it wasn’t right and that she didn’t feel that way about him, but he couldn’t help it. He kept it under wraps though, not wanting to make her feel more uncomfortable.

It was a ritual. All of the drivers (well almost) went clubbing after the race in the heart of f1. So of course it wasn’t any different then, except for the fact that Lando brought y/n with him.

Lando was patiently waiting for the girl to be done with her makeup. He sat on his couch and scrolled mindlessly on his phone. Then she appeared and suddenly he forgot everything he’d already known. The dress she wore fit her so well, showing a lot of, -but not too much-, skin. She had heels on and dangly earrings. He had always found her beautiful but then he didn’t even know what word is appropriate, no, expressive enough.

“So, how do I look?” She asked while turning around a little so he could have a full view on her. It was an innocent question really, she expected a Lando-like answer. Something sarcastic but she always understood. In the end, that’s one of the reasons why they were such good friends.

“I-…” He started but found the words stuck in his throat. He didn’t want to come off as a creep or weird, he didn’t want to act like a total fool. “You look nice, love.” He stood up signaling he’s also ready to leave.

She didn’t understand what, but she could feel that something between them had changed in that moment. The whole vibe was different than before, but she shook it off thinking it’s from the adrenaline and days they had spent together.

In the crowded club the atmosphere was indescribable. She had never experienced anything similar to that. Sure, she’d been to parties but this was so much different from that. Throughout the night she held conversations with loads of people, f1 drivers, their girlfriends, team members, Lando’s friends, really everyone. And how much he liked to watch that. He rarely left her side, only to bring some more drinks or to have a little chat with others.

“Quit staring.” Max Fewtrell, his other best friend said. He wanted to deny it, but he realized he was staring at her. He couldn’t help it, she just looked so pretty and free dancing with Lily and Kika. “Just talk to her about it, man.” Max continued hugging his girlfriend and leaning on her as he had a lot to drink.

“That’s not gonna happen.” He stated the obvious and took a sip of his drink. He wasn’t too proud to admit that he was scared of rejection. He’d always tell himself it’s better to just be her friend than to be no one to her. He wanted to be a part of her life, not just as her friend, but at least he was in her life like this. He couldn’t take being away from her, nevermind never speaking to her again. So he acted like a friend in front of her, but deep in his thoughts, he wanted something more.

As the night had come to an, Lando, Max, Max’s girlfriend and y/n went home. Lando was psychically supporting his friend, while the two girls were walking behind. They talked about seemingly meaningless things like purses and clothes but eventually the topic changed.

“He loves you so much. I can tell.” Pietra stated and y/n was a bit confused as to how to interpret that. Did she mean as a friend or as more? Unfortunately she did not have the time to ask her, because they stepped into the lobby of the building and the two men stopped in front of them.

Max was talking gibberish and Lando was just nodding, trying really hard not to laugh at his friend’s drunken behavior. The elevator door opened and all of them stepped in.

Lando guided Max in his room, which y/n had slept in for the past couple of days but since now they were home, she actually had no idea where she’d sleep.

Y/n poured a glass of cold water in a glass and tried to gather her thoughts. She couldn’t stop thinking about what Max’s girlfriend had said on the way home.

“I better go and get Max to bed. Good night y/n.” Pietra said and smiled at her.

“Good night.” Y/n laughed a bit and was left in total silence. She stood in the kitchen for a little while all alone, but at least she caught her breath after a long day.

“What’s wrong?” Lando appeared in the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water as well.

“I’m just a bit tired.” The young girl said and smiled at him.

“I feel that.” The McLaren driver sighed and looked at the clock that read 3 am. “We can go to bed. I got your suitcase from Max’s room and put it in my room. I’ll sleep on the couch.” Lando stated as he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable in any way.

Y/n already felt like an intruder, sleeping in Max’s room for days, now taking Lando’s room. She didn’t want Lando sleeping on the couch in his own home.

“You don’t need to do that. I’ll sleep on the couch, I don’t want to kick you out of your own room.”

“Nonsense.” Lando said seriously.

“Okay, then we’ll just both sleep in your bed.” Y/n blurted out not even thinking about it. A slight blush creeped up on her and his face too. She didn’t know where her sudden courage came from, maybe from the alcohol she had consumed or the way his damned arms looked in that shirt. It didn’t matter anyway, it was said out loud and it was happening.

“Y/n y/l/n are you asking me to sleep with you?” Lando teased and the girl blushed even harder then threw a coaster at him. He couldn’t contain his laughter and in the end y/n joined him as well.

They ended up in Lando’s room whispering as the pair in the next room was fast asleep. Y/n had spent time in the boy’s room over the last few days but never in his bed. And clearly not for a whole night.

“I’m just gonna take off my makeup.” Y/n picked up her pouch and pjs from her suitcase and opened the en-suite bathroom door.

Lando changed into his pjs and sat on his bed thoughts running through his mind at 300 km/h. He’d slept with loads of women in his life, but never like this. How were they gonna share a bed? How would he stop himself from doing something he shouldn’t do? He knew he shouldn’t think of things like that, in the end they were good friends, doing something like that shouldn’t have such a big effect on him.

She came out of the bathroom in tiny shorts and a graphic tee which made Lando lose all his clear thoughts he had managed to gather earlier. How can someone look so incredibly gorgeous effortlessly? He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

“Which side do you prefer?” He asked and y/n just pointed to the inside part, the one that was closest to the wall.

So there they were, settling in. They both pulled the covers on themselves and just laid there in silence. Until something broke their silence.

“Are yhey-“ y/n looked at Lando with a confused look.

“Yeah…” he said, disgusted. “God I hate that we share a wall.” He threw his hands in the air in disbelief but the young girl couldn’t help but laugh at her best friend’s annoyance. “It’s not funny.” He mumbled but he was hiding a smile.

The sounds intensified and it was impossible to block out.

“How can he even? Like he was wasted just minutes ago.” Y/n laughed.

“Don’t even wanna know to be honest.” Lando reached for the remote control and switched on the tv in front of the bed. He considered the topic finished, as he really didn’t want to put more thought into what his best mate and his girlfriend were doing. “What should we watch?” He scrolled through Netflix trying to find a distraction just until the two lovebirds decide to finish their activities.

They ended up choosing a comedy, as none of them wanted to actually pay attention the movie, rather just to listen to something. Actually, they ended up talking through the first part of the movie:

“I’ve really enjoyed my stay. Thank you for everything Lando.” She said honestly and the light from the tv hit her face so perfectly, he could even see her tiny freckles that have appeared because of the strong Monaco sun.

He almost wanted to say that he is the one who’s thankful, without her there he would have felt empty. And he likes to think his performance improved because she was there to cheer on him. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m so glad you’re here, wish you could stay here for longer.”

“In your bed?” Lando’s face instantly turned a bright shade of pink. God she was on fire. How could he not be glad? This was his dream. Which, again, is messed up but he couldn’t help it.

“Yes, y/n, in my bed.” He entered her little game. Now she was the one who was red from head to toe. She didn’t really expect that answer from him, and definitely not in that tone. It was like he meant it? Could he mean it tho? “Oww, are you blushing? Am I making you blush?” He kept going, and she kinda wanted to wipe the stupid grin from his face.

“I hate you.”

“Won’t change the fact that you’re so utterly red.” Lando laughed until a pillow landed in his face. Oh she would so regret that. He practically jumped on her and attacked her waist. He knew she was extremely ticklish and he knew he would use that piece of information sometime. That battle was going on for a little while and perhaps they were louder than they had anticipated but in these moments, they felt truly alive. Lando somehow ended up on her, both panting and out of breath. If someone would have entered the room, they would have been very confused by the position they were in.

“Will you be good for me?” He kept on teasing and y/n just nodded and winked.

He rolled over to his side of the bed and tried to calm his whole body down. His body had a reaction he had never had with her before, it would have been embarrassing really. But there he was, aroused? Yeah, he was.

After they’ve both calmed down, they continued watching the movie. Y/n felt a wave of sleepiness wash through her body and her eyelids started feeling heavier. Lando immediately noticed that and asked if she wanted him to turn off the tv. She said no tho, and just kept fighting to stay awake.

She could hear Lando’s inhale and exhale and she concentrated on that. It was calming, but she didn’t want the night to end. She wanted to stay up and never go to sleep if it meant that she could spend time with Lando. She knew it was late and that they had plans the next day, but she also figured that tomorrow wouldn’t be the same. She wanted to stay this close to him forever. She would never admit that, even hardly to herself. She thought she was so stupid for falling for a guy like him. He was way out of her league. Little did she knew, Lando thought the same thing about himself. Funny thing, this love was.

Lando looked to his left and saw that y/n was fast asleep on her side. She was facing him, which he didn’t mind at all.

He decided that he should probably hit the hay as well so he turned the tv off. He placed the remote on the bedside table and pulled the covers on himself as well as on her. She moved a bit. Actually a lot, as she was making herself comfortable on Lando’s shoulder. The brunette driver froze, not daring to move an inch. He didn’t want to believe that SHE was cuddled into him basically. He could get used to that, he thought. He would love to get used to that.

He didn’t know what the next day would bring for the pair of them. Maybe they’d leave all of this intimacy right there in the bed and never ever talk about it. Maybe they’d act like that didn’t meant as much for them as it actually did. Maybe they’d wake up in each other’s embrace for the first time, but not the last. Lando didn’t have a clue, but he didn’t dare think about anything else than how lucky he was to experience that feeling with her. The feeling of true love.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1blr #imagine #lando norris #f1 fic #ln4 x reader #ln4 #fluff #lando norris fluff #formula 1

[seonghwaddict]

forget-me-not — kim hongjoong

in which the wall separating you and him is very thin, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

neighbour!kim hongjoong! x fem!reader. genre. fluff, comfort. warnings. a storm. wc. 1k

lilo’s notes. happy birthday @pocketjoong!! a little hongjoong drabble to celebrate sky’s birthday!! i also have a permanent taglist now so if you’d like to be added please let me know :]

listening to. round and around, jo yuri.

masterlist

you really hated thunderstorms.

as you lay in bed wide awake a little past midnight, you flinched as thunder roared outside your window, the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the glass not easing your anxious mind. usually you’d be able to handle it, but since you moved into your apartment only two months before, there was a minimal sense of comfort.

despite living here for four months, you hadn’t quite settled in. the furniture from your previous apartment was still on the other side of the country, complications with the transportation preventing you from receiving it until september. but, nevertheless, you did enjoy living here.

sure, the walls were quite thin and most nights you could hear commotion in the neighbouring apartments… but the complex was well kept and the people in the surrounding area were friendly enough. you had even gotten somewhat close with one of your neighbours.

the first time you met hongjoong was in a park just around the corner of the building 3 months ago. you had reached down to pick a flower, unaware of the handsome man reaching for the same one, vision somewhat blocked by the large box of utensils in your other hand. when your fingers brushed against each other, the two of you jumped apart as you realised what had happened.

“oh- um… you… you can have it.” you’d muttered, gesturing to the beautiful white flower.

he had merely smiled and shook his head, a soft smile stretched on his lips. “ no, no, it’s ok. you should take it. i think you would’ve reached it first anyway.”

still unsure, you furrowed your eyebrows and looked around in determination to find an equally pretty flower. finally, your eyes settled on a bundle of baby blue forget-me-nots, setting your box down and walking over two small steps to crouch and pick them. after standing up, you held the bundle of flowers out to him.

“you can have these, then,” you had smiled at him warmly, “they match your sweater.”

he bowed politely and walked away with a small smile after accepting the pretty bundle of flowers while you picked up your box in one hand and the single white flower in the other and walked to your new home. soon enough, you realised you’d have to encounter the cute silver-haired man more frequently than you expected.

this became apparent a day later when you stood in the lobby and called for the elevator to go up to your apartment. once it reached your floor and the doors slid open, there he was, standing on the other side and waiting for the same elevator.

“oh, it’s you,” you wanted to smack yourself in the face for not coming up with something better to say. but, nevertheless, that still got his attention as he glanced up from his phone screen.

after a moment, a look of recognition passed over his face and his eyes seemed impossibly soft. it had something stirring in your stomach and you weren’t sure if you welcomed it. it was then that you learned that he was the one who lived in the apartment on your right and frequently had his friends over who were sometimes so loud you could hear them through the wall of your bedroom.  but you didn’t tell him about that last part. 

from then on you’d see each other more often, whether it was in that same park, leaving your place as he enters his, small talk in the elevator.

eventually, he even realised how thin the walls were. one night you were scrolling through your phone in the comfort of your bed when you heard a loud thud followed by a “SHIT!” through the wall. You say up, confusion written all over your face as you tentatively knocked on the wall.

“you okay?” it took him a second to respond, looking around his room with just as much confusion to see where the voice came from until his eyes settled on the wall separating his and your bedroom. 

“yeah, i’m okay.” he sat cross legged on his bed facing the white wall. then he spoke with a slight laugh, “i knocked over my lamp.”

after that incident, it wasn’t unusual for you to have late night conversations through the wall. sometimes you’d be writing your book, asking for suggestions and forgotten words through it and he would help you out. other times he’s be working on his music, playing it just loud enough for you to hear so you could give him a second opinion.

but now as you lay flinching and sobbing in your bed, everything was silent and you were alone. well… until there was a small knock on the wall by your head.

“you okay?”

you pulled the covers closer and nodded your head, soon realising he couldn’t see you. “yeah, i’m good.”

“really? because i can hear you sobbing through the wall.” you couldn’t see him either, but his face was so full of concern it was obvious he actually cared. “you can talk to me, you know…”

when you didn’t respond immediately, he thought you fell asleep. but your small, shaking voice said otherwise. “i-i’m gonna sound stupid…”

“try me.”

his answer was so sure and caring it nearly brought heat to your face. nearly. because as you opened your mouth to respond, another boom of thunder crashed outside your window that has you cursing loudly. he tilted his head, brows furrowing.

“are you scared of the storm?”

“no… okay, yes maybe a bit… a lot actually.” you admitted, squeezing your eyes shut at the prospect you just might have embarrassed yourself in front of your super handsome and pretty much perfect neighbour.

“that’s okay, there’s no need to be ashamed of it.”

you could hear the caring smile in his voice and could almost picture it as well. so, you relaxed. unsure of how to respond, you stayed silent.

“tell me about your day, y/n.”

you knew damn well he was just trying to distract you and talk you into forgetting about the weather, but you answered. and then it turned into another meaningful conversation as he kept your mind too busy to worry about the thunder and rain and lightning. your crying and flinches and shaking subsided quickly and you relaxed as you listened to the voice of the man you were beginning to fall for.

networks. @cromernet @blankjournal

taglist. @ad0rechuu

#bjnet #kim hongjoong x reader #kim hongjoong fluff #hongjoong fluff #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez au #kpop writers #kpop writing #hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong drabble #hongjoong imagine #hongjoong scenarios #cromernet

[bittersweet-folder]

~☆□ seventeen imagines: [ Hip hop unit ]

~☆how they react when you want to kiss all over their face but with your lipstick on: (slightly suggestive so minors dni) .

Word count: 1437 words (sorry lol) • Masterlist

These are honestly small scenarios literally-

♡Seungcheol:

"Babe! Cheollll!!! Listen!!!"

Cheol, who was lying on his bed, now looked up from his phone. "What is it baby?"

"Which color do you like the most??" You held up two shades of red lipstick. A dark wine red and a raspberry red shade.

Cheol pondered for a minute on which one should he choose. He really loved the wine red shade and how enticing it looked on your pretty lips.

"The wine red one!"

"Okayyy!"

You applied some and Seungcheol watched you with confusion.

"Y/n i don't know if there's a special occasion or something and I don't understand- why are you doing your makeup before dressing up" Seungcheol asked outta dread if he actually forgot if there's any special occasion.

"Well no there isn't. I just wanna place plenty of kisses all over your face with my lipstick on" You said nonchalantly

"Oh oka- wait what!?" His ears went red and cheeks became all blushed upon hearing this.

"Cheollieee you are blushing"

"Y/n stop teasing"

"Okay then I can do the lipstick thing right~ pretty please with a cherry in top~"

He thought "it wouldn't be bad I guess".

"Okay fine" He said smiling.

Without further ado, you went closer, sat on his lap with your legs on one side and started planting soft kisses, first on his lips then all over the cheeks and then forehead. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't melting into the fuzzy feeling of those soft kisses. After you were done you looked at him and he had a love drunk gaze on you, which, most definitely, wanted more. And then you kissed him on the lips and he kissed you back. A soft and sweet kiss.

"You look sooo pretty babyy" you said.

"All thanks to you my love"

♡Wonwoo:

You were apparently lying, stomach down on your bed, scrolling through Pinterest as usual. You again came across that video of the couple where one of them is kissing their partner ,all over their face, with lipstick on. Wonwoo was in his gaming room at that moment. You wondered if Wonwoo would like it or not. You let out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm sure he won't let me but I can ask I guess-" You thought.

"WONWOO can you please come here!!" you called him. After a few minutes he came.

"What is it y/n? Are you hungry-"

"Nope I ain't hungry but I wanna try something"

Wonwoo raised his eyebrows " And what exactly is it?"

"I'll kiss you with my lipstick on-" you paused for a second "can I??"

You showed him the video and he'd be lying if blood wasn't rushing through his cheeks. He was pondering for a moment.

"Pretty pleaseee just once and then I'll fulfill any of your wishes as well"

"Oh- really? Fine I'll let you" he smirked after saying that.

"Okayyy wait". You brought your lipstick and settled on his lap, legs on either side. You applied a generous amount of lipstick on your lips and cupped his cheeks. He took the chance and pulled you closer making your eyes go wide. And then you started planting soft kisses, first on his lips then his slowly all over his cheeks. You could feel him smiling. He was relishing the feeling of your soft warm lips on his face. You left a soft peck on his nose in the end then looked at him with a smile laced on your lipstick smeared lip.

"You look like cat who got his face kissed like this"

"Well do I look okay?"

"You look so freaking cute"

"All your work of art madam y/n" he grinned.

"And oh about the wish…" Wonwoo smirked as his hands squeezed your thighs. ".. how about we try to tie your hands tonight~"

Blood rushed through your cheeks.

"WONWOOOO! you-" you hid your face on the crook of his neck while he chuckled at your reaction.

♡Mingyu:

"Gyuuu babyyyyyy please let me do it" You were following Mingyu like a duckling who was apparently grabbing some snacks from the kitchen cabinet for the movie night you guys planned.

"Nooooo y/n you aren't doing that to my face with your darkest red lipstick on" Mingyu was pouting while taking out your favorite snacks.

"Plsplsplspls just onceeee" Your eyes were sparkling with that utter happiness hoping your boyfriend would let you kiss his face with the red lipstick on just to leave some lip imprints on his face, just like you saw on that Pinterest post you came across. He turned around and looked at you with his lips pressed together in a thin line. How could he deny those sparkly eyes with hopes determined to try something new.

"Okay okay fine but just once okay babe?" He said while cupping your face with both of his hands.

"YAYYY okay lemme grab my lipstick"

You ran back to the bedroom, grabbed your lipstick and came back to the kitchen.

Gyu picked you up and made you sit on the kitchen counter top. You let out a yelp in surprise. And then started to apply a generous amount of lipstick on your lips as Mingyu watches you . You pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt. And started planting soft kisses starting from his cheeks to his forehead to his chin and then nose. Everywhere on his face but his lips. Just like Mingyu was happy about you kissing all over his face, he was sulking as well because you didn't kiss his lips, yet you kissed right under the place of his lips.

"Y/n baby you know very well what you're doing" He said pouting.

"What? What am I doing?" You said, trying to act fool.

"Alright then" he announces before smashing his lips onto yours. Your eyes went wide but you loved it. You loved an impatient Gyu. After kissing for a while you guys pulled away. Your lipstick was smeared. And Gyu looked so freaking cute.

"Mission accomplished! Now we take a pic"

"Nooooo"

"Hell yess"

You took out your phone, turned on the camera. Gyu was very amused by how he looked. And you slung a hand around his neck and you both posed and clicked a picture.

"You look so cuteee Gyu" you squealed. Mingyu smiled looking at your reaction.

"Sure miss y/n it's your work of art after all"

♡Vernon:

"Boinonieee~" You called Vernon like this every time you had a request which you think he might hesitate to fulfill.

"Yeah?" Vernon's eyes were glued to the bright screen in front of him. He was in between a gaming match with Mingyu, Cheol and Wonwoo.

"I have a request"

"Just a second y/n"

"Okay"

You sat on the bed quietly staring at him.

You laid back on his bed scrolling through your phone. He was concentrated but at the end lost the game.

"Ahhhh wow I lost yet again"

"Hansol Vernon Chwe, it's okay. Now come here. Right! Now!"

"Not my full name- and what is it?".he was definitely caught off guard with the full name calling.

"Okay so can I kiss you?"

Vernon was confused. Why would you ask him if you want to kiss him?

"To be more specific, can I kiss you with my lipstick on? So it leave the lipstick prints on your face-"

There was an awkward silence with a nervous smile on your lips. Vernon was surprised but he actually liked the idea if he was being honest. And he had seen those videos of leaving lip prints on your partner's face before.

"Alright go ahead"

"REALLY!?"

He had a grin laced on his lips and thumb up confirming you about it.

You applied your lipstick, a light dusty red shade. Vernon watched you intently. He really admires you when you put on makeup and get all dolled up. You're just so pretty, he can't get enough of you. You sat on lap and then lightly pressed a kiss on his lips. When he went to kiss you back you pulled back and then pressed soft kisses all over his cheeks and corner of his eye and lips. One on his neck as well because you both knew how much he loved your neck kisses.He loved every sec of it. He loved the warm feeling of your lips.

"You look so freaking adorable Vernon" You giggled.

"All because of you my lady" he said and smiled.

a/n: bewitched series is next~

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #choi seungcheol #kim mingyu #jeon wonwoo #hansol vernon chwe #vernon #wonwoo #mingyu #scoups #wonwoo scenarios #mingyu scenarios #vernon scenarios #scoups scenarios #seventeen fic #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfics #svt hip hop unit

[changetyre]

Not the last time

SUMMARY: You're stuck in a complicated love triangle with 2 of your closest friends, you decide that you're not gonna pick either and that's how you'll get out of this situation. Except it seems it only takes one night to change everyone's minds. Daniel Ricciardo x Reader x Max Verstappen.

WARNINGS: Terribly written intense smut, threesome, fem!oral, male!oral, face fck, PinV, an*l.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing Smut so forgive me for the mess but hope you enjoy ;) Also this isn't proof read so sorry for any mistakes.

Realizing that you could in fact be in love with two people wasn't as fun and dramatic and interesting as it appeared in the movies. And what makes things more complicated is that the two men you're in love with completely reciprocate your feelings.

You, Daniel, and Max had been best friends ever since the boys become teammates. You were Max's new P.R. manager and you hit it off with Max straight away, both realizing that although you should get along, what you had was a little more special than that.

Given your proximity to Max, you quickly began forming a friendship with Daniel too, what made this all the more fun was the fact that you were in between them both when it came to ages which meant you connected with them both on different levels.

It didn't take long before you three became inseparable, even after Dani left Redbull and even after you'd been offered a better job in a different team and took it.

However, the feelings between the three of you started becoming clearer as the increased time apart became more apparent. And it all came into understanding when you realized how much you despised seeing the boys being way too friendly with any woman and the boys felt exactly the same way about you with other men.

You were never one to wallow around with your feelings, being the kind of person to just face them up front so pulling the boys aside at the club one night after they were both practically throwing daggers at you for dancing with another man you finally revealed your feelings.

You were in love, with them both. BUT you didn't want anything to be ruined between the three of you. The boys revealed they felt the same way about you and you agreed the best approach would be for everyone to ignore the feelings and they would eventually go away. That way non one would get hurt. Right?

_________

2 weeks later:

You'd be lying if you said things between the three of you didn't get slightly awkward. There was now a weird tension in the atmosphere and you all took notice of the lack of contact with the opposite gender from all sides.

You thought the best medicine to get you guys back to being your usual selves would be for one of your movie nights like you had in the old days. You got the boys to clear their schedules for a weekend so they could spend 3 nights at your place, a slumber party if you will.

After scrolling through countless movies for too long and not coming to an agreement you decided to simply close your eyes and scroll until you landed on a random movie.

Secretary (2022), was the title of the movie. None of you had seen it and you decided to watch it.

It all started out okay, until you started realizing what this movie was about. Was this some kind of cruel prank form the universe?

You were at what was maybe the 4th sex scene in the movie, you were extremely horny at this point and little did you know the boys felt exactly the same.

The tension in the room was almost making it hard to breathe. You squeezed your thighs together and your mind wandered to the last time you had sex only now noticing how long it had actually been and now realizing how much you need a relief right now.

The boys take notice of your shifting and almost imperceptible whimpers as they start shifting uncomfortably in their seats trying to tame their need for you.

You can't take it anymore.

"I can't do this I'm so f*cking horny, I need one of you to fuck me right now." you blurt out, knowing damn well there's a possibility you might regret it later but all logic is out of the window right now, your wet core doing all the thinking right now.

Although the next thing that came out of Max's mouth took you by surprise.

"How about both of us?" he asked.

You looked at him waiting for any sign of a joke to which you find none. You turn to Daniel who already had a smirk on his lips.

"I've never been one to turn a threesome down baby." He bit his bottom lip already undressing you with his eyes. That's all the confirmation you need of what you're about to do.

You get up and start walking to your room the boys exchanging confused looks. "What the hell are you waiting for?!" You turn around to ask them both.

They jump up immediately following behind you.

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You're not sure where to start but to yours and Max's luck Daniel chooses to take the lead. He pulls you in kissing you softly as he starts pushing your clothes off you fumbling with his belt.

Max stands awkwardly unsure of how to follow but Daniel finally unlatches from you starting to kiss down your neck, and then your body nods for Max to come over.

This time you're the one taking the lead as you grab Max's collar pulling him into you with desperation to get your lips onto his. You're so distracted kissing Max and trying to undress that you don't realize when Daniel had left you completely exposed from the waist down now wearing nothing but your black lace bra.

The next thing you feel is as Daniel has found his way in between your thighs gliding his tongue over your folds making you tremble with surprise and let out a moan into Max's mouth.

You look down grasping onto Daniel's hair and pulling him back in between your legs indicating for him to keep going. His tongue covers you whole licking back and forth in slow swipes before he starts picking up the pace and occasionally sucking on your clit making you moan loudly.

Max getting incredibly turned on hearing your moans of pleasure. He guided your hand to his now exposed dick and you begin stroking him. Max starts kissing your chest, unclasping your bra before he starts sucking on your already hard nipples, showing equal praise to them both.

You bring your hand up gathering spit and licking it before bringing your hand back down to Max's shaft as you kept stroking him at a good pace hearing him groan in pleasure.

Once Daniel had given you your first orgasm all gentleness seem to go out of the window from there. Daniel picked you up throwing you down onto the bed before climbing over you.

He scooted all the way up before hoovering over your face, tapping his dick on your chin indicating for you to open up which you gladly do. You take him and Daniel lets you go at your pace at first.

Max now has full view of your dripping wet core, he wants a taste of it too. He kneels down between your legs locking his arms over your thighs as he takes his turn eating you out.

Your strangled moans being enough indication of how much you're enjoying this as well as the fact that he has to use a slight bit of force to keep your legs open for him.

Daniel grabbed the headboard behind you as he angled himself slightly to start thrusting into your mouth, the glint in your eyes letting him know you're more than okay with this as you open your mouth wide for him to face fuck you.

You're taken by surprise when Max has now lined himself up with your entrance and started thrusting into you causing an overwhelming amount of pleasure to course through your body.

You bring your hand down rubbing circles on your clit as the boys keep their pace going.

"Fuck y/n!" at this point it's hard to distinguish which of the men it's coming from with how much they've repeated the phrase tonight.

You all uncoil at the same time, Daniel cumming into your mouth, Max spilling all over your folds and you trembling at the 2nd orgasm of the night.

The boys take turns fucking you in different positions, you have your 3rd, 4th, 5th orgasm and you're not sure how much longer you can go.

Max is now under you as you bounce on his dick, barely able too from your trembling legs but the need for pleasure being enough strength for you to keep bopping.

Daniel licked your ass adding to your enjoyment and takes a step back as he takes in the view of his best friends fucking. But now he can't resist his urge to fuck you too watching as Max's dick thrusts deep into your pussy.

"Sweet," he whispers.

"Hmm." You only hum in response as your breathlessly moan.

"Can you can take us both?" he asks as he's rubbing circles over your asshole.

You've never tried it before. The question takes you by surprise.

But you accept being in a high unlike anything you've ever felt before and knowing if anyone's going to take care of you through this it's them.

"Yes." You finally give him a vocal agreement.

Daniel approached you and Max slowed down his pace giving you time to adjust to what was about to happen. Daniel lined himself up with your second hole starting to push in slowly as he can feel you clenching.

The stretch from their both massive lengths had you wincing at first but as Daniel kept pushing in slowly you almost felt your body shut down at the new and immense pleasure that filled your body.

"Faster!" You tapped Max's chest feeling a new feeling arises in the pit of your stomach that needed to be explored immediately.

Daniel didn't move until you indicate to him to and it doesn't take long before you're also reaching back and tapping Daniel's arm telling him to speed up.

You thought the pleasure these boys had already given you couldn't get any better but oh how wrong you were when they were both thrusting into you at the same time making you completely lose control of your body.

It only took a few minutes of this before the wave finally hit, fireworks in your entire body, seeing starts, ringing in your ears, collapsing atop Max's body trembling in complete ecstasy letting out loud cries of pleasure.

Both boys moderately slowed their pace letting you ride out your explosive orgasm.

Daniel gave you a few seconds then was the first to start pulling out of you and as he did you squirmed over Max's chest as he rubbed circles on your back. Max then gently placed you beside him as he began pulling out too, making you squirm once more.

The boys had literally fucked the living daylights out of you as you were still trying to catch your breath occasionally shaking at the remnants of pleasure left in your body, barely able to move at how weak they'd left you.

You were barely aware as Daniel went to the bathroom starting a warm bath as Max lay next to you still rubbing soft circles on your skin, your back, your cheeks, and your legs which had you letting out soft huffs at how sensitive your entire being felt right then.

A few minutes later Max got up and scooped your naked body into his arms, you're too weak to even protest at wherever it is he's taking you so you only loop your arm around his neck knowing damn well you trust the man to take you anywhere anyways.

He carried you into the bathroom where Daniel was adding oils into your bath before Max very slowly with Dan's help started placing you down into the bath letting your body adjust to the very warm temperature of the water.

The bath certainly helped you relax especially after the boys started helping you wash up. Max massaged and washed your hair while Daniel gently scrubbed your body.

You had asked the boys to join you needing to feel them with you. Max sunk in behind you spreading his legs on either side of you as you leaned your back against his chest. Daniel then sank in front of you as he picked your legs up placing them over his, you comfortingly rubbed circles over Dan's chest.

"Please don't let that be the last time boys." You hummed as your head laid back into Max's shoulder in comfort.

You felt so at peace in their arms conscious of the fact you were completely vulnerable. Naked and raw in front of them but they were your safe place, your happy place. You were completely surrounded by love.

Max and Daniel shared a smile, not answering you right now but knowing they could get used to making you feel like this. Being so head over heels madly and deeply in love with you they couldn't let you go.

#formula1 #f1 #f1smut #maxverstappen #daniel ricciardo #f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #formulaone #f1fic #smut #throuple

[fox-steward]

Hello, this ask is probably going to be rather heavy, so it's fine if you don't want to respond to it.

So my situation is that for several years (from 13 to 17) I considered myself to be a man trapped in a woman's body and wanted to transition to become "my true self". However, since then I became gender critical and stopped pursuing transition because it would not fix my internal issues and above all it would not actually ever make me male. So transitioning became pointless to me.

Now as an adult however, I've recently started feeling my desire to transition creeping back on me, although this time it was because of how apparent it became to me how misogyny all around the world is seen as a non-issue. Every day I hear of women dying, being sexually assaulted, forcefully impregnated and in general being disrespected by everyone. All of this became too much for me to handle so that's why my desire for transition came back. (Not to mention that I'm the only GNC woman in my social circles, so there is also the added alienation from other women.)

I think my question is: is it really that bad to transition in order to avoid or at least lessen the amount of misogyny i face every day? I know that by doing so I would be throwing other women under the bus, but I'm not mentally strong enough to challenge the oppression women face. I know that transitioning would make me miserable in many ways and probably physically sick as well (with all the hormonal side effects), but at least it would mean that men would harass me less. I'd rather be safe than happy.

you don’t need anyone’s permission to make that choice, but i will reflect back to you some of the truly limited insight i can glean from this message:

you already think transition will be bad for you, both for your physical body and your mental health.

you don’t seem to believe the central tenet of gender ideology that generally allows trans people to persist in their identification.

you seem like you feel isolated and alone, mentioning being the only GNC woman in your group. perhaps trying to find other GNC women is a safer and more attractive goal for you than transitioning?

you’re right that misogyny is everywhere, but some of the examples you mention make me think you’re spending a lot of time online where your exposure to these things may be magnifying the role they’re playing in your everyday life. maybe i’m wrong and all these things are truly happening TO you, but if they’re not, there’s no shame in limiting your exposure to them. same concept as doom-scrolling affecting how people view society. you don’t need this, but i give you permission to look away from the carnage sometimes so that you may look upon your own life with love and appreciation, because there likely are things there to love and appreciate.

you aren’t single-handedly responsible for challenging the oppression women face, and an inability to fix it all doesn’t mean whatever you can do (something as seemingly small as being a visibly masculine woman who gives a little girl hope for how she can be in the future) isn’t meaningful.

best of luck to you, and i get it; it makes sense to want to hide, and camouflage is a widely used survival technique in prey animals. but our lives are not so purely animalistic, we must also create meaning to live fully. i want that for you as i want that for me.

#radfem #radical feminism #detrans #gender critical #detransition #transgender #asked #answered #anon #anonymous

[bbyquokka]

imagine being on instagram live as the comment shoots up asking for what perfume you use or what lipstick brand are you sporting then your husband lee know comes by smacking your butt cheekily from behind unaware of the camera then the viewers became interested about your husband laughing and then leaves you alone, you shrug it off by

"ah yes i'll do a bedroom tour next time"

why can i see lino being so cheeky about it though 😮‍💨

FLUFF/SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW CUT – MDNI

you decided you had nothing better to do than to spend the rest of your time on Instagram live, that way, time would pass by quickly and you would also have a chance to talk to the fans.

after many hours of talking about this and that, showing off the many things as well as make recommendations and give advice, it was late afternoon.

“oh, is that the time already? i may have to leave soon.”

comments scroll up, begging you to not leave. you laugh softly, feeling warm with love and admiration. your fans are mainly skz fans, considering you and Minho are a newly wed couple, but you do have your own fans as well.

you're grateful for all of them, thanking and feeling blessed that they accepted you and Minho being together. Life is good for you right now.

“Before you leave, what lipstick do you use? i love that colour on you.” you read out loud, smiling softly. “why thank you! it's urm–”

you jump, a light stinging sensation apparent on your backside. cute fits of giggles erupt behind you. you frown, spinning on your heel to come face to face with a cheeky looking Minho.

“but why though?” you question, forgetting you're still on live.

“why not?” Minho states, shrugging before smirking. he draws his hand back watching your eyes widen.

“nonono! lino, if you dare do it again, we will not be friends!!” Minho laughs heartedly at your words, his hand coming into contact with your ass. you squeal, rubbing where his palm connected before chasing after him; wanting your revenge.

fits of giggles, squeals and comments erupt your apartment, making it more lively that what it usual is. shortly after, you return, hair tousled and panting.

minho walks past you and the camera, smirking as you flush pink.

“you're a menace, lino.” you mumble. he hums, shrugging.

“you love me though.” you hum, turning your attention back to the camera. you gasp, flushing a deep red as you read comments about how adorable you and Minho are, relationship goals, etc.

“ah! im so sorry about that. lino decided it was time to be a menace. to the person that asked about my lipstick, i guess i will have to do it next time as well as a bedroom tour–”

a whistle catches your attention. you look to the side, Minho leaning against the door frame, his fingers beckoning you to ‘come here.’ you giggle, flushing red as Minho gives you a seductive look before disappearing into the bedroom.

“sorry, but i really have to leave. i'll do the tour and whatnot next time. bye!” you hastily turn off live before joining your lover in the bedroom.

#👥·˚ ༘ ┊͙[ anon ] ! ˊˎ #delulu hours #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard thoughs #stray kids hard hours #lee know #lee know x you #lee know x reader #skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #skz soft thoughts #skz soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #stray kids soft hours

[hellfiremunsonn]

Two Night Stand. Joseph Quinn x Reader

Two Night Stand.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

WEEK ONE PROMT: Snow day/Snow storm Summary: Loosely based off the movie “Two Night Stand” you sleep over at Josephs apartment, and in an attempts to leave he tells you that the two of you are snowed in. Forced to face your emotions, you and Joseph end up finally getting together. 

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

AN: Thank u to @creme-bruhlee​ and @syddsatyrn​ for letting me talk through my writing with you a million times. I love u guys so much <3 

ANPART2: This is part of Sydd and I’s Christmas Celebration “30 days of Christmas” for more info on the weekly prompts click the link HERE and come join us!

Warnings: fem! reader, mention of alcohol consumption, mentions of reader basically being black out drunk the night before, TW vomiting (but no heavy descriptions of it), p in v sex, m and f orgasms, unprotected sex, (not mentioned but lets say the reader is on a form of contraceptive), swearing, after careish. (IF THERE’S ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

Wordcount: 5955

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Its 7:30 in the morning when your eyes open to the dimly lit bedroom you fell asleep in. Stretching slightly you stiffened when your hand brushed a shoulder next to you, reminding you of the night before. Pulling your arm back, you quickly sat up, glancing down at the person next to you.

Jospeh... Joseph Quinn. He was close friends with your best friends boyfriend, and you had gotten to know him over the past couple of years, and the two of you became quite close. Not close enough that you ever imagined yourself waking up in his bed, half naked, in one of his shirts with his arm draped around your stomach.

Sure Jospeh was beautiful, and funny, talented, and apparently a fantastic kisser if you remember last night correctly- but you weren't supposed to sleep with him and judging by the small ache in your temples, you couldn't remember if you did or not. The night currently only being half clear before it gets foggy. This wasn't part of your plan, and now you're sat next to him with your heart hammering in your chest. Was this going to change everything? Could you remain friends, or were you bound to become something more?

Years ago when you shook his hand for the first time at your mutual friends engagement party a crush on him blossomed, but because of who he was you had decided to keep your  small crush on him to yourself, not wanting him to think you were just another girl pining over him like the rest of the world, so you easily settled for being friends; Plus there was no possible way he could like you back the way you liked him... Right?

Around eight pm the night before you were sprawled out on your couch, scrolling through dating apps, and not finding a single person that seemed interesting enough. A few months prior you had ended your engagement with your terrible fiancee after you found out he was cheating on you, which lead you to tonight, on those shitty dating apps once again while on FaceTime with Joseph. The two of you enjoying each others company without saying much.

"If I see one more person holding up a fish, I might actually throw my phone" You groaned, letting your phone drop to the floor next to you, rolling onto your side to face your laptop screen.

Joseph snickered, his hand running over his chin to scratch lightly at his scruff before returning his attention back to you, head tilting as he looked at you.

"Don't laugh at my struggles Joseph" you said with a pout.

"I'm not, I'd never do such a thing" he teased.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck off" You said flipping him the finger.

"C'mon, dating can't be that hard, you're hot, and have great tits, someone is bound to want to hook up"

"Easier said than done" you huffed. "And coming from you? You could get any girl you wanted with the snap of your fingers"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah fucking right, they want Eddie Munson not me"

"Oh bullshit, have you taken a look in the mirror? You're hot and talented, regardless of Eddie Munson, and if you'd ever take a look on the internet, women are literally drooling over you"

He shrugged, eyebrows furrowing slightly. Dating was a weird topic for the both of you. The two of you constantly hyped each other up, and told each other how great you were, but you never seemed to find someone who fit together with you like the way Joseph fit with you. You never were really sure how you felt about him, so instead of acknowledging it, you just ignored it, it was just easier to be friends.

"You really think I have great tits?" You said with a cheeky smile, attempting to lighten the mood slightly.

"With the amount of times I've seen you try to get them out when you're drunk at parties? Yeah I'd say they're pretty great" He laughed lightly, bringing his bottle of beer to his lips and taking a slow sip. "Especially in that one dress you wear all the time"

"The black one?" You said with a knowing smile, glancing up at him over the glass of red wine you'd been nursing. It was your favourite dress, you could pair it with almost anything, able to dress it up or down, and it made your body look fucking fantastic.

"That's the one" he said tipping his beer back once more.

The front door of your apartment creaked open and your very bundled up roommate came stumbling through the door.

"Oh Joe, Jane just walked through the door, I'll call you back after I chat to her for a bit" You said leaning forward towards your laptop.

"Hi Jane!" He yelled.

"'Hi!" She yelled back over her thick scarf.

"I'll text you!" You said to him before waving and ending the call. Turning your attention back to Jane to find her standing in front of you with her hands on her hips.

"Hi?" you said confused.

"You should hook up with him" she stated flatly.

You choked on your own spit. Coughing into your hand while the other was held over your heart. "Excuse me?"

"With Joseph!" She said while retreating into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Are you insane? He's like one of my closest friends"

"Exactly! I'm sure the two of you can handle a one night stand with each other" She shrugged, taking a sip from her water. "You're both shit at dating, I'm sure there's a lot of pent up tension" she wiggled her eyebrows at you and you groaned in response.

"Oh come on! Aren't you horny?"

"Ah-ha! See, I knew you two little freaks were having these conversations when I'm not around" Dimitri, your roommates boyfriend, who had a spare key, slid into the kitchen with you two, kissing her on the cheek before standing across from you both.

"Hi Dimitri" you said with a smile. "Well, yes, no I'm horny, but I'm also somewhat lazy? So the two counteract, like dueling wizards" Your nose scrunched. "That sounded more normal in my head"

"Well not anymore, call him, set up a date!" Jane encouraged, grabbing a bowl of washed grapes out of the fridge and placing them on the counter.

"With who?" Dimitri asked, popping a grape into his mouth.

"Joseph" she said quickly, crossing her arms in triumph.

"Huh, I can see that" Dimitri said thoughtfully.

"You're just agreeing with her cause you're dating her!" You yelled in protest.

He raised his hands in defence and took a couple more grapes before retreating into the living room.

The both of them laughed and you couldn't help but join in. You bit your lip while thinking it over. You knew she was right, and that you and Jospeh could probably handle a one night stand. Because it was exactly that, a one night stand, but you couldn't justify losing your friendship over something you didn't even know if he would want to do.

"Fine!" You yelled. "But I'm not sleeping with him! I'm only going to hang out with him!" Stomping your way over to your phone, picking it up to text Joseph who just so happened to have already texted you.

Joseph Quinn: Do you want to come over?

You: Like right now?

Joseph Quinn: Yeah

Joseph Quinn: It's too cold to go out and I don't wanna keep drinking alone

You: Sure

You: I'll leave in 20?

Joseph Quinn: Sounds good xx

Joseph Quinn: Text me when ur here

You: *Thumbs up Emoji*

Which leads you back to your current position. Stuck. In Joseph Quinns bed.

You dropped your head into your hands, groaning quietly as it only increased the thumping in your skull. Removing his arm from your waist you pulled back the covers and slid out of his bed as gently as you possibly could, while trying not to disturb him.

You were going to get dressed, steal some Tylenol, and get the hell out of there. The minute you fully stood up, the room spun and you had to lean on the bed for support, stomach lurching. You covered your mouth with one hand, breathing through your nose, begging your body to relax, and not throw up. The spinning stopped but the nausea didn't, saliva pooling in your mouth, so you rushed into Jospehs on-suite bathroom slamming the door a little too loudly before falling to your knees in front of the toilet, your stomach rejecting every ounce of food and drink from the night before.  Each heave of your stomach made the throbbing in your head only increase, it felt like someone was taking a hammer to your skull.

After a few minutes, and a couple curtesy flushes later there was a soft knock on the door. "Babe?" Jospehs voice laced with sleep, still low and raspy.

"I'm fine" You rushed, panicking when you heard the door handle move. "Don't come in!"

He laughed, ignoring you and opening the door to hand you a cold water bottle. You took it gratefully, placing it next to you while you rested your head on your folded arms, against the toilet seat.

"Rough night?" He asked, leaning up against the counter, the muscles in his arms bulging from where he leaned on them. He was distracting. Shirtless, with his pyjama pants hung low on his hips, happy trail painfully on display and you were pretty sure he wasn't wearing underwear. You felt your face heat up and you looked away from him, picking at a loose thread on one of your socks, apparently the only article of clothing besides your panties you were able to keep on.

You groaned, resting your forehead directly onto the toilet seat now, too in pain to care about the amount of germs festering on it.

"Shut it" you mumbled.

"I told you to stop, but you wouldn't listen" his voice laced with amusement. "Said you had to be more drunk because I make you nervous"

You swore your heart stopped for a second. "I said that?" You asked, looking up at him.

He nodded. "Yeah, I think it's the most honest you've been about your feelings towards me"

"What are you talking about?" you questioned, your heart beating a little quicker, and you couldn't tell if you felt sick from nerves, or because you were going to throw up again.

"I'm not blind you know" he said with a smirk.

"Did I say anything else?" You asked, ignoring his comment.

"Yeah, a lot actually, but that can wait until later" He said coming to stand next to you, leaning into the shower and turning it on, hand under the stream of water, testing it until it was warm enough.

"C'mon" he said while offering both this hands to you.

You glanced between him and the toilet, trying to figure out if you were okay enough to get into the shower.

"You're not going to be sick again, c'mon, and I'll stay in here to make sure you don't pass out in the shower and crack your head open"

"Well I wasn't worried about that second part until you mentioned it, so thanks for that" You said reaching up to grab onto his hands, standing on shaky legs while the room spun again. Only for a few seconds and it didn't cause any nausea.

"I'm sorry for all of this, I don't need to shower, just let me get dressed and then I'll be out of your hair" you sighed.

"No you can't" Joseph rushed.

"No really, It's fine, I'll be okay" you said shaking your head.

"No, I mean it, you actually can't" he said sheepishly

"Why not?" You said raising an eyebrow.

"Well I was gunna order in breakfast, but the roads are so bad, and the door is kind of frozen shut according to the landlord" He scratched the back of his head. "We're kind of snowed in" he said with a small shrug.

Of course this would happen to you. You'd get stuck in your best friends apartment, hung over, and holding his hands while you stand in front of him barely dressed.

"Shit" you mumbled. "I guess I don't really have a choice, I'm cursed, this is penance"

Joseph laughed. "You think god, made the snow storm to punish you?"

"No, I think my grandmother did it, I just don't know how" You said squinting your eyes up at him slightly.

"Alright, c'mon, shower time" he said while bringing his hands to snake under your shirt, pulling it up until you stopped him. "Joseph!" you squealed slightly embarrassed.

"What?" he said genuinely confused, eyes searching your face.

"You can't just start undress me like that" you mumbled.  "You've- We've, You've never seen me, or my-" he cut you off.

"You don't remember taking all your clothes off last night do you?" He said with a cheeky smile.

"No I did not" you said feeling your cheeks warm.

He nodded, biting at his bottom lip to keep his smile at bay. "The knickers stayed on, but yeah, you went full tits out babe" You could tell he was trying his hardest not to laugh, but you couldn't pretend you didn't see the pink colour that rose to his cheeks.

"Oh god!" You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "I can't believe I did that, I'm so sorry"

"Hey, I've seen tits before, nothing new to me" he said trying to play it cool.

"But you've never seen MY tits Joseph" you protested. "I wish I could have seen your reaction" you said honestly, a small laugh bubbling out from your chest.

"Truthfully? I panicked, I didn't know what to do, so I shoved one of my shirts on you, didn't really get a good look" He scratched the back of his head, suddenly unable to look at you directly, going back to leaning against the counter.

"Oh" you said quietly. "You can look, if- If you want, you know, while I shower..." you said bashfully "Not like I can really hide behind the glass anyway" you laughed awkwardly.

"Thank you" he said "For y'know- Uh being comfortable with that"

You smiled, reaching down to tug off the oversized shirt of his you were still wearing, peeling off your socks and then your underwear, holding them in front of your lower half awkwardly. "Could you, um, grab my toothbrush, and the toothpaste" you said pointing to the little basket behind him.

"Oh uh, y-yeah" he stuttered, turning to grab you your items and when we reached out to hand them to you, you dropped the clothes onto the ground and you could hear his breath hitch. Still he kept his eyes up when you took your things from his hands, and even if you felt shy you wanted him to look.

Turning your back to him and stepped into the shower, leaving the sliding glass door open just a little, knowing that when you turned he would tilt his head to look at your ass.

Your shower was quick, but it helped wake you up, and ease the ache in your skin from puking, and the thumping in your head. You washed your hair, and body with Joes stuff he kept in his shower, smiling when the smell of him enveloped you and the steamy air around you. You turned off the shower and peaked your head around the side of the door smiling when you saw Joseph still standing there. "Towels please?"

He leaned over and handed you two freshly clean towels, smelling of laundry detergent and him.

"Safe enough to leave you on your own?" he asked.

"Yeah I think I can manage" You said emerging from the shower wrapped in one towel and the other one on your head.

Joseph left you alone to get dressed. You took your time, blushing when you noticed the pair of clean underwear and a different shirt with a pair of sweatpants of Josephs folded neatly on the counter. You were here enough that you left articles of clothing around, and embarrassingly enough also your underwear. You shook your head before slipping them up your legs, wondering just how many pairs of your panties Joseph might have in his possession.

Taking out the shitty hair dryer from under the sink, and drying your hair until it was no longer dripping wet. Sliding Josephs clothes on your body before  heading to the kitchen where you could smell a greasy breakfast being cooked up and your mouth watered, for a good reason this time.

"I should sleep over all the time if you're going to be making me breakfast" You said coming to sit on one of the stools at the island in the kitchen.

"Only because I don't want you chucking up anymore in my clean bathroom" he teased, looking over his shoulder at you while he shifted around what you assumed was bacon.

You cringed. "Yeah sorry about that... I shouldn't have had that much... You just" You trailed off, growing nervous about what you wanted to say. You were tired with lying about your feelings towards him. "You make me nervous" you said honestly with a huff.

He chuckled, turning to face you, while sliding bacon on two plates, along with a hefty amount of hash browns and a couple of pancakes.  "Yeah you mentioned that last night"

"Well it's still true" you said leaning your hand on your cheek, picking at a piece of pancake and popping it into your mouth.

He came to sit next to you, and the two of you ate mostly in silence, enjoying the hum from the radio that was playing Christmas music, and watched the big fluffy snowflakes dance past the window.

After a cup of coffee, two Tylenol's, and an anti-nauseant you slowly started to feel normal again. Licking syrup off of your pinkie with a satisfied hum, going to bring your thumb to your mouth, but Joseph grabbed your hand lightly, never breaking eye contact while he look the pad of your thumb into his mouth and licked the remains syrup off of it.

"Y-you can't just do stuff like that" you whispered. Your voice unable to get any louder.

"Why not?" He asked with the tilt of his head, letting go of your hand.

"You just can't" you said with a shrug, fumbling with your fingers in your lap, your thumb still wet from his mouth.

"Why can't you let yourself be honest with how you feel about me"

"You're one to talk"

"I'll tell you every ounce of everything I've ever felt for you, right now, if that's what you want" he said reaching forward to hold one of your hands again. "But I need to know why you keep pushing it away" his head dipped down to look you in the eyes, only allowing him to meet yours for a second.

You pulled your hand away from him, standing up and walking towards the large window in his living room. Crossing your arms over your chest with your hands holding onto your biceps. He followed you, leaning against the doorway while he waited for you to speak, because he knew you would, and after a few moments you did.

"I don't know if I can handle another heartbreak... Especially from you" you turned to him, eyes slightly glassy with unshed tears, and your chest ached with unspoken fears.

"You know I'd never do that to you"

"But if you did" you shook your head, physically shaking the thought out of you. "I don't think I could take it"

He walked towards you slowly, bringing his hands to hold either sides of your face, making you look at him, the tears you fought so hard to keep at bay trailed down your cheeks.

"I promise that if you give me your heart, I'll keep it safe" he kissed you on the nose. "Forever" and you knew he meant it.

A small sob escaped you. "But I don't want to ruin what we have, what will the internet say, what if it ruins everything for you"

"I don't give a shit about that, I fell in love with you, the first time we met, and I had to watch you go through a terrible breakup, and it took everything in me not to beat his arse for treating you like that, and I told myself I'd never let anything like that happen to you again"

You heart was slamming against your ribcage. Every bit of skin he touched felt like it was on fire, the snow storm outside forgotten with the warmth you felt from him. "But Joseph-"

"Will you just shut up and let me kiss you?" He said cutting you off, standing almost chest to chest with you.

You nodded, unable to form words when he was looking at you like that. He held your face so delicately in his hands, thumb smoothing over the apple of your cheek as he leaned down agonizingly slow. Dipping his head so his nose brushed the side of yours ever so slightly, and you could feel his breath on your skin. When he finally pressed his lips to yours you felt yourself melt into him. A relieved sigh coming through your nose as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tippy toes.

His hands slid from your cheeks to your neck, thumbs just under your jaw as he pushed to tilt your head back, his tongue swiping across your lips, asking for entrance, which you allowed. Deepening the kiss you mewled softly, his tongue against yours making your stomach flip. Breaking the kiss only for a moment to speak he asked. "Is this- Are, do you want this?" He said hesitantly, all while planting slow, soft, and strategically placed kisses down your jaw and to your neck, stopping at your collarbone when you didn't reply. "Sweetheart?"

You hummed, tilting your head back to look at him. Your mind already foggy as you let him engulf your senses.

He brought one hand up to your chin, thumb grazing over your bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it flip back up with a tiny 'pop' sound "Tell me"

"Yeah" you whispered breathlessly. "Please"

"Please what?" he teased softly.

"Fuck me" you blushed.

He smirked. "I'm not going to fuck you just yet" he said sliding his hands under the bottom of your shirt, fingers pressing harshly into the doughy skin of your hips. "First I'm going to make love to you, and then" He paused, biting at the skin on your shoulder. "I'm going to fucking ruin you"

"Who says you can't do both at the same time" you quipped.

He looked at you like he was going to devour you, his pupils blown out and you could see the vein in his neck jump with each rapid heartbeat. He trailed his teeth against your jaw, and before you could stop it, you whimpered.

You whimpered at his words, his touch, everything about him had you falling apart in his hands and it only fired him up more. Walking you backwards until the back of your legs hit his bed, still not breaking the kiss as he lead you to lay down on your back, hovering over you. "You're so fucking pretty" He said returning his attention to your neck, kissing and nipping along the skin.

Your hands fumbled against his skin, reaching the waist band of his pyjamas pants but he shoved your hand away.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing" he breathed into your skin, "Jus' wanna love on you first"

You whined and arched your back into him so his chest touched yours. "Impatient little thing huh?" he cooed, sliding his hands down your body, his hands resting just below your breasts, thumbs pressing into the skin there. "How long as it been?"

"What?" You breathed, watching as his hands grabbed at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up until you leaned forward enough for him to take it off completely. He leaned down, taking one of your breasts into his hands, squishing it slightly while his tongue trailed lazily over your nipple, pebbling under his warm breath. You moaned while he moved to your other breast, giving it an equal amount of attention.

"How long has it been?" he asked again, blowing air on your wet skin, cooling it slightly.

"Since what?" You breathed. Looking down at him, raking your fingers through his hair.

"Since you've been touched like this" His voice was low, almost primal when you finally met his eyes as he slid further down your body until his lips found your hips. Kissing and biting along the waistband of the sweatpants you wore, fingers dipping into the band tugging them down slowly.

"I- uh- Don't remember" you said shaking your head, unable to form a proper sentence. "I haven't, even-"

You heard him groan when your pants slid past your ass, eyeing the damp patch on your panties that was very visible. Throwing the pants aside he came back up to hover over you, one of his hands sliding across your stomach until dipping between your legs. Tears almost instantly pooling in your eyes at the sensation.

"Fucking christ baby" he said while pressing his fingers harder into the wet fabric. "You don't touch yourself?"

"It's been a while" You mewled, pushing your hips down into his hand. He moved his hands up to pull at the band of your panties, pulling them off you in one quick motion, before returning to his position between your legs, leaning his cheek against one of your wobbly knees while slipping his fingers back down, between your slick folds.

"Pussy this pretty and you don't touch it?" he said teasing your clit with the pad of his thumb. "You're fuckin' soaked"

"Oh my god" you whined. "Please Joseph"

"What hmm? What do you need" he asked with a mocking tone, slipping one of his thick fingers into you, making your eyes roll back. He curled his finger up into you repeatedly, hitting that spongey wall just on the other side of your clit.

"This, this, fuck Joseph, I needed this, I needed you" you huffed. "I've always needed you"

He groaned into the skin of your knee, still continuing his movements as he began kissing down your leg, reaching your thigh. Kissing across your waist until you were begging under him, the word 'please' falling off of your lips over and over again.

"Please what?" He teased, blowing air onto your wet cunt. Face inches away from where you wanted him.

Your hands pushing back his hair while you made eye contact. "I need your mouth on me, please Jospeh I- uh!" You squealed when his tongue swiped up your folds, plump lips circling your clit, sucking on it ever so slightly.

"I love it when you say my name like that" He spoke against your cunt. "Fucked out and I haven't even given you my cock yet" he growled.

"If you keep fucking me with your fingers like that, I wont get to cum on your cock" you said quickly.

"Oh baby, you think you're only cumming once?" he said leaning back to look at you, his face wet with your arousal, his fingers moving quicker, his other hand rubbing circles on your clit, watching as your hips began rolling instinctively, your body attempting to reach your orgasm.

"Oh, oh, oh, keep doing that, just like that" Your orgasm shooting through you, that sharp tingle from the pit of your stomach, hitting each and every one of your limbs. The tips of your fingers and toes, it made the goosebumps rise across your skin until your moans became silent until you were gasping for air riding it out until you were sobbing.

Joseph removed his hands from you, coming back up to hover over you, smoothing your hair out of your face, his hands still wet with you. "Shh, you're okay sweet thing" he said soothingly, one hand rubbing roughly across your chest, up and down between the valley of your breasts, helping calm your breathing. "You okay? You back with me?" he said quietly.

Your head rolled to the side to look at him, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "More than okay" you said leaning forward to sit up. Grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling yourself into his lap, straddling him. His hands coming to squish at the skin on your waist while you tugged at his pants once more.

"Get these off, and get inside me" you said a little more aggressively than you meant, causing you to laugh at your own voice. "I've thought about this for way too long for me to wait one more second" you said reaching your hand into his pants to palm at his dick, hot and heavy in your hands.

"Do you want me to blow you?" you asked with eyes looking far too innocent for words like that to be coming out of your mouth. Beginning to jerk him slowly, swiping your thumb across his tip, spreading the pre cum around.

"Fucking Christ angel" he said with a laugh, like he was almost in disbelief about what was currently happening. "I wont last that long in your mouth, and I really wanna cum in that pretty pussy of yours" the grip he had on your hips tightened, his brows furrowing as he looked down between your two bodies, your hand working his now slick dick, and your cunt which was definitely leaving a darker wet patch on his pants. He moved his hands to shove his pants down the rest of the way, kicking them off the last few inches before returning his hands to your hips.

Holding onto his shoulders you kneeled above him, letting him line up his cock to your entrance, swiping it back and forth a few times, collecting your slick before pushing up into you slightly.

A high pitch mewl left your lips as your face scrunched, dropping your forehead to his while he pushed in the rest of the way.

"Oh fuck" you breathed. He stretched you out so well, easing your hips down until he filled you to the tilt. "You, you, oh my god" you hiccuped. "I feel like I can't breathe" you said tilting your head back, blissed the fuck out.

"You're taking me so well" he groaned, moving his hips up slightly. "Tight fucking pussy, made for this cock"

"I feel so f-full" you said pushing up on your knees, bouncing up and down as best as you could with how good you were feeling. The hot ache in the pit of your stomach already starting to spread. "You're fucking me so good Joey oh my god"

"Course you do, desperate little thing" He said fucking up into you harder, making tiny squeaks come out of your mouth, unable to make any other noise. "You gunna cum again pretty girl?" he said reaching down between you both to rub at your clit.

You could only nod, tears rolling down your cheeks again. "C'mere baby" he said pulling you down to his chest so you could hold onto him while you rode him while his hips continued to snap against yours, hand squished against your two bodies, rubbing messily at your clit as best as he could.

"Joey, Joey, I'm-" you mumbled into the crook of his neck, sucking and biting at the skin there, sure to leave a mark that the internet would go crazy for, but Joseph didn't care, he wasn't going to stop you, if he was making you feel this good.

"Come on baby, cum on this fucking cock" he said through gritted teeth holding off his own orgasm as he felt you start to shake on top of him.

"Fuck, fuck you, and your per-FUCK!" you yelled feeling your orgasm peak, flooding through you as you trembled and sobbed once more. You pulled back from him and started lifting your hips with him, pushing him to his orgasm like he did with yours. "Cum in me baby, please, fill me up, own me, mark my pussy"

"Filthy fucking mouth" he said shaking his head, tongue coming out over his top lip in concentration as he reached his orgasm. Cumming with a few shaky thrusts, groaning into the skin just under your collar bone, where his face rested against you.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, heavily breathing against each other. You ran your hands through his hair.

"Why did we wait so long to do this?" you said quietly, laughing a little.

Joseph laughed with you, leaning back to look at you. "You're so fucking pretty, you know that?"

"You should look in a mirror" you said leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips. "I love you too, you know, if that wasn't already obvious"

"Well thank god, because with a mouth like that I'm never letting you go" he said wrapping his arms around you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest.

You giggled into him, shifting your hips slightly, causing him to hiss. "Shit sorry" you said blushing. "I just, can feel your cum dripping out of me"

Josephs face turned red while he slowly pulled himself out of you, rolling the two of you onto your sides, hand instantly on your waist. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" he asked while propping his head up on his hand, leaning on his elbow.

"I feel great Joseph" You giggled. "A bit achy if I'm honest, think you might have bruised my insides"

Josephs hand moved to your stomach while you laughed, pressing into the doughy skin there. "M'sorry, I wanted to be sweet about it, but that mouth of yours" he said with a whistle. "You'd get me to do just about anything"

"Good" you said leaning forward to press another soft kiss to his lips. "Cause if I remember correctly, you said you were going to ruin me?" you teased, trailing a finger down his bicep. "And I don't know about you, but I don't think I look particularly ruined"

He huffed a breath, letting his head fall back onto the bed. "You might actually be the death of me love"

Scooting closer to him, you rested your head against his chest, wrapping one arm around his torso, tilting your head to give him a quick kiss before cuddling back into him. "Maybe we can nap a little first" you said disregarding your previous statement. The warmth from Joseph calming you quickly, and the fatigue of two orgasms and good sex crawling up your body inch by inch.

"I think that's a great idea" Joseph said with a hum. "Come up 'ere, lets get into bed" he said leaning forward. You groaned in protest, pouting when he separated himself from you, but only for him to grab you and pull you up the bed easily like you weighed nothing. He wrapped his blankets around you, fluffed the pillows before you laid down onto them and kissed your bare shoulder before tugging your back into his chest, his breath warm on the back of your neck.

"I love you" he said, and although you couldn't see his face, you could hear his smile.

"I love you back" you laughed.

"Question" he said after a few moments.

"mmhmm?" you said sleepily.

"Were you going to say I had a perfect cock? when you were cumming?" the teasing tone in his voice was thick, and you resisted the urge to turn over and pinch him.

"Oh my god, shut up" you said embarrassed, shoving your face into your pillow, to which he only pulled you closer to him.

"I guess I'll just have to get you to admit it again later, but I don't think you'll be able to even form a sentence by the time I'm done with you" He nipped at your shoulder, nuzzling his face back into your neck before getting comfy behind you.

"Good" You quipped.

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The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 6

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Gazing into the warm glow of his phone screen, Connor could feel a strange stirring in his lower tummy with each tantalizing art piece Riri scrolled past. From mechanical arms and hypnotic screens to every kind of sissy dress imaginable, it seemed like there was no limit to what artists were capable of injecting their diaper kink into. To think that so many talented individuals were dedicating time and effort to the creation of something that would be primarily used for spank-bank material was unfathomable to someone who spent years of his life convincing himself to be a physics major for financial means. “So like…people get paid to do this or…” he trailed off, his hungry eyes lured into a trance-like state by a barrage of horny images.

“Some do, some don’t. Kink communities are packed with artists, from amateur to professional,” said Riri, who struggled to keep her thumbs from scrolling through her favorites list too fast. There was just so much she wanted Connor to see, and based on the feverish look in his eyes, it was clear how mutual that desire was. Tapping the icon in the top right corner, she opened the log-in pop-up menu, “You should make an account. Then, you can start favoriting stuff too.”

Almost instantly, Connor’s body tensed up. “Oh, uh, that’s okay. I can just look off yours,” he said, glancing away and rubbing the back of his neck. He couldn’t have been easier to read if he tried.

“What? Worried your parents are gonna check your search history or something?” scoffed Riri, jabbing her pointer finger into Connor’s side for emphasis, “It’s an anonymous account, ya dork. Worst thing that happens is you never use it.”

Failing to withstand Riri’s prodding assault, Connor quickly buried his body beneath the poofy comforter. He peeked around the thick blanket, glaring playfully at his obnoxious cribmate. “Fine but no more pokes,” he said, overcome with the fuzzy sensations of Little Space radiating throughout his chest.

A smirk grew on Riri’s face as she cheerfully handed Connor’s phone back to him. “I knew you’d see things my way,” she said, showcasing that she could be quite the bratty Little when Stacy wasn’t around.

Tapping through the DeviantArt sign-up process, Connor decided to utilize an old, cringy email address he had as a teenager. The idea of having random kink messages appear alongside professional emails did not sound appealing. He then entered one of his usual passwords and was taken to a second window asking him to select a username and date of birth. While the latter was no issue, it slowly became apparent how daunting the former was to someone taking their first steps into an online fetish community. Obviously, using any of his gamer tags was out of the question, and to ask Riri for help with something so simple would incinerate his already broken pride. Thinking on his feet, he typed in New2Diapers, which was the first username that popped into his head. Sure, it was simple but he wasn’t about to get caught up in an endless cycle of second-guessing himself. From there, he confirmed his email and was good to go. “Done. Happy?” he said, sticking his tongue out at Riri afterward.

“Very,” responded Riri, scooching forward and sticking her neck out overtop Connor’s phone. Her expression soured as he shifted to shield his phone from her, “C’mon, lemme see.” She rudely reached out to take Connor’s phone, only for him to pull away again.

Holding his phone high out of Riri’s reach, Connor may have been padded but he still towered over the short-framed girl by nearly a full foot. “Sowwy, you must be this tall to access my account,” he said, snickering as Riri tried to scale his arm. Her efforts eventually forced him to stand up fully to keep her at bay, prompting Riri to counter his movements. Their silent squabble eventually came to a head thanks largely to the blanket Connor had previously used as a barrier. Tripping over the crumpled comforter, he toppled down onto the mattress butt first.

*SQUELCH!*

The mushy, pulpy interior of Connor’s diaper oozed around between his thighs and swirled against his sore, yet spry member, reminding him of the diaper change that he was still in desperate need of. The gushy noises that the muck balloon strapped to his waist produced were loud enough that Riri recoiled at the sound. She looked down at his swollen, splotchy-brown padding, secretly wishing her own diaper was equally as stuffed. Shaking her head to snap herself out of the horny stupor she was being lured into, she suppressed her inner ABDL cravings and instead moved to provide aid to her souled comrade, “Don’t know about you but I think it’s about time we got you out of that diaper.”

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Placing a towel and a fresh pamper on the back of the toilet, Riri handed Connor a trash bag before clasping her hands together. “I’m sure I don’t really need to tell you how to do this part,” she said cheekily, relishing in how easy it was to turn Connor’s cheeks red, “Last chance to let me change you. Trust me, I’ve dealt with bigger stink butts than yours.”

“I think I can manage but I appreciate the offer,” Connor said, rolling his eyes in a very animated fashion. He considered asking for one of his old pull-ups instead of the nighttime diaper Riri had saddled him with but given the current state of his noxious nappy, his request was likely to meet a swift rejection. In all seriousness, he was grateful to have Riri at his side, especially considering how insane the rest of the Padded Palace girlies were, “Thanks, Riri, for everything.”

Holding out two thumbs-up with her arms fully extended, a sense of pride washed over Riri. In a way, Connor felt like the younger sibling she never had. Regardless of whether his half-awake “Con-Con-nie” remark meant anything or not, she was thrilled to help him on his journey of self-discovery. “I’ll grab some clean clothes while you rinse off,” she said, moving toward the exit but stopping short of closing the door as a lightbulb went off in her head, “Any particular wardrobe you’d like me to pull from?”

Connor froze midway through fluffing out the trash bag as the crimson on his face deepened. Anyone else would’ve thrown another dress or nightie at him without hesitation. Only Riri was kind enough to ask, though that kindness was marred with the humiliation of admitting his wants. Coming up with an excuse on the fly, he fixed his dishonest gaze upon the intersecting lines of the bathroom tiles and responded softly, “L-Latasha says I’m not allowed to sleep in boy clothes…so…yeah.”

Once more, Riri was thrown into a fierce battle with her facial muscles over how wide she allowed her smile to get. “Then I’d better go find you something extra cute,” she said, skipping off toward the nursery and leaving Connor alone in the bathroom.

*CLICK*

Twisting the lock on the bathroom doorknob, Connor expelled the air from his lungs as he leaned over the sink. It was his first time truly alone since midday yesterday and as such, the relief of having some brief isolation was almost as euphoric as anything the girls had done to him in the last 24 hours. “How the hell does Skye do it?” he mused for the billionth time, pondering the various downsides that a perma-Little life would come with.

Goosebumps formed along Connor’s arms and stomach as he grabbed at the skirt of his slightly sweaty sleeper and raised it over his belly. It was time to retire the nightie for the evening, much to his chagrin. Or at least, that’s what he thought. Regrettably, as he went to lift the dress over his head, he felt several strands of hair tug upward as if someone were trying to pluck them from his scalp individually. He panicked for a few moments as the nightie fell back around his body. “Oh, for f…sake,” he said, stopping short of dropping a f-bomb as he spotted four bobby pins knotted up in his hair that had been dislodged by the flowy garment. One by one, he pulled the bobby pins out of his head, wincing as several of the hairs were completely pulled out in the process.

With the bobby pins cleared, Connor was finally able to strip. A subtle melancholy overcame him as he balled up the nightgown in his hands and dropped it to the floor next to the sink. Sure, Riri was already in the process of collecting another nightie for him but this was perhaps his only chance to wear Skye’s favorite. All of a sudden, the isolation that had once filled him with relief became riddled with emptiness and anxiety.

Those unfortunate feelings only grew stronger as Connor hooked his thumbs around his diaper’s waistband. It hadn’t occurred to him beforehand but he was about to undergo another massive first. With Latasha’s permission, he had changed himself out of pull-ups numerous times for countless reasons but never had he done so with a full-on diaper, especially one this heavily used. Stricken by the fear of his muddy diaper dropping to the floor only to splatter everywhere, he considered lying down to take his diaper off but quickly tossed that idea aside as he thought about his butt sinking into his own mess again. The last thing he needed right now was to inflate his squishy diaper-fueled arousal any further. Wrapping his forearm around the bloated behemoth hanging between his knees for support and widening his stance, he prepared to remove the first tape. Blood pooled in his head as he stood hunched over his diaper, growing woozier by the second.

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

However, before Connor could proceed with his undiapering, a soft banging at the door startled him. “Pssst! Hey Connor,” said Riri, keeping her voice low as she spoke through the door. The padded caregiver remained motionless as he listened.

Holding a folded, powder blue nightie made of taffeta and lace in her hands, Riri bobbed up and down on her tiptoes as she spoke, “I’ve got your outfit picked when you’re ready. I can just leave it on the floor or-”

*CLICK!*

Riri fell instantly silent as the sound of the bathroom lock unlatching echoed through the darkened hallway. Taking a meek step backward, she watched as the door slowly opened to reveal a topless Connor in nothing but a loaded, lumpy nappy.

“I’m…uh…I’m not sure…,” said Connor, his voice barely registering in Riri’s ears, though the shame written across his face spoke volumes,  “...I don’t think I can change myself…”

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[nokingsonlyfooles]

The Dark Secret of Kung Fu Panda (Part 1)...

... Shifu is kind of a shitty teacher.

But only if you live in the West!

Apparently, you all like Panda analysis, so let's talk about cross-cultural translations, Theravada Buddhism, filial piety, and the ultimate futility of writers trying to impart a specific interpretation to a diverse audience - just to start! Then, I'll come back on Thursday and we can unpack WTF is the deal with that Dragon Scroll.

American movies can pick up a lot of box office cash in China, so they try like hell to stay inoffensive and relevant to Eastern and Western audiences. Often, they fail spectacularly.

But Kung Fu Panda pulled it off! ...With just a little wobble on the dismount.

Chinese audiences have little to complain about when it comes to these guys:

But here in the West, we can't seem to stop coming up with reasons all three of 'em got a raw deal - even the ones who were a little bit genocide-y.

And especially this li'l guy.

Aw, no, look how cute!

People will bend over backwards to defend that cute kid (and sexy adult), to the point of throwing Oogway, Shifu, Po, Tigress, or the whole franchise under a bus.

There are folks out there who are gonna die mad about Tai Lung's lack of a redemption arc and humiliating demise. Like, literally.

To their credit, the Kung Fu Panda team caught this after some early screenings and tried to fix it. Tai Lung's betrayal and attempt to steal the scroll just wasn't enough, so they added a massacre, and every villain after Tai Lung had an impressive kill count woven into their backstory right from the start.

(Not that it necessarily helped, if you happen to look this bad boy up on DeviantArt.)

In a wuxia film, and in Chinese culture in general, betraying your father/teacher, and asking that they betray their father/teacher is more than enough to make a villain. Given that filial piety is the basis of all ethics, as taught by Confucius himself, what went down in the Jade Palace was an attempt to burn society itself to the ground, all because one guy felt entitled to a shiny piece of paper. That is Captain Planet levels of self-destructive evil.

All three movie villains pulled off some violation of this fundamental ethical duty. Tai Lung betrayed his father/teacher. Lord Shen betrayed his parents - and managed to let his teacher go, with sadness and disappointment on both sides. Kai betrayed his adoptive brother - although from his point of view, his brother betrayed him, so he may be the most sympathetic of them through this lens.

The only way to impart this level of wrong across cultures is to add a lot of murdering, and even then it doesn't quite scan. Tai Lung didn't even necessarily kill anyone in the village; cartoons get nervous about the word "die" around these here parts, so they just said he "laid waste." Well, that could mean a lot of things! Does that guy deserve decades of solitary in a hell-prison for (in my mind) doing nothing more than calling out an unfair action and leaving a bad Yelp review of Mr. Ping's noodles?

I can't trust a bird who eats noodles, I don't care how cute his hat is!

So, it's not just that the violation of ethics doesn't carry, the concept of "unfair" crept into a place where it really doesn't belong. Traditionally, it is perfectly acceptable for a Kung Fu Master to be a total piece of shit who motivates his students to learn out of sheer spite and puts them through hell.

Oh, yeah, I remember him. That moustache looks familiar...

If we're coming from a place where we buy that trope and expect it to be played straight, Shifu's mistake was being too nice to Tai Lung. His student's self-esteem was insufficiently crushed! That boy had the nerve to break his own Master's leg! Thank goodness Shifu became a cold, uncaring, emotionally-distant task master - just in time to raise Tigress right!

Yes. Good. Never let on that you're pleased with anything your student does. That'll keep 'em in line!

But a Western audience isn't going to buy that. Shifu just looks like a jerk, and Tigress is a jerk... In fact, all of the Five, save Viper (who is just that nice) seem like jerks, and Oogway is a troll.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you have something urgent to do? I think blowing out these candles, one-by-one, is rather important too."

Being an utter troll is also a valid way to teach kung fu, and Buddhist practices in general, which is definitely where Oogway is coming from. I peg him as a Theravada Buddhist, due to the way he teaches, and one scene in particular from the third movie.

Enlightenment isn't something you just hand over like a piece of paper, it's something everyone has to find for themself, in their own way. It's not possible to teach Tai Lung or Po self worth, and it's not possible to teach Shifu to lighten up, so the best a smart teacher can do is give them a good nudge, then step back and see what happens.

...Even if that "nudge" requires one to ascend to the Spirit Realm and leave your most stubborn student to clean up his own damn mess.

But there aren't as many Buddhists watching in the West, so what's a writer to do?

Well, they split the difference. Tigress did grow up better than Tai Lung, in accordance with the tropes, but it turns out she's not done learning and growing, and neither is Shifu (or the rest of the Five, but they don't get much of an arc. There are time constraints!). Their arrogance and lack of flexibility render them incapable of working with someone like Po - and they gotta figure out what they're doing wrong fast, 'cos Shifu's other teaching mistake is on his way back! In China, Shifu is learning to be a better teacher. In the West, he's learning to stop being a shitty teacher! And it takes him all three movies to grasp the humility he needs to learn from Po. Tigress, on the other hand, learns to respect Po and soft style by the end of film one.

When Western values are applied, Shifu comes off as a very slow learner, due to his own impatience and inability to slow down. But that's okay. He does learn, he's clearly trying, and we love him anyway.

Well, most of us do. Some of us can't get over that cute, fluffy little leopard, and we don't buy the (admittedly imperfect) attempt to make this story intelligible across cultures. These folks tend to focus their ire, much like Tai Lung himself, on that useless piece of paper the troll stuffed in a temple like it was something important, and the jerk led Tai Lung to believe was rightfully his. Why can't the boy just have his useless piece of paper, huh?

Well, I'll come back later and I'll tell ya.

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[hairstevington]

i can't tune you out (part 2)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley x Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Eddie and Steve do not like each other, but the fans still want them together. Eddie explores other options, Steve explores the dark side, and Robin experiences gay panic.

(part 1, link to Ao3)

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Rockstar!Eddie/Musician!Steve, modern day au, enemies to lovers, they are VERY in their enemies era, they are both assholes, BUT IT'S BUCKINGHAM TIME, codependent Stobin as usual.

A/N: I am having SO MUCH FUN writing this, and I can't wait for you to see some of the future scenes I've planned :) This chapter is a bit of set-up, but I'll get the next one out soon I promise!

“Great job, Eddie!” Carla said on the phone. “People are really talking now. And did you see your follower count? It’s -”

“I don’t want anything to do with that guy,” Eddie interrupted. 

He’d made his decision. His life was comfortable, and he could find success some other way. Or, if he didn’t, he’d make peace with that, too. The idea of Eddie having to basically beg on his knees for attention from a total dickwad like Steve Harrington in hopes that it would boost his career filled him with a kind of rage and self-hatred that he thought he’d left back at Hawkins High. 

There was no way. No fucking way.

“Y-you -” Carla stuttered in surprise. “Why not? What happened?”

“He’s an asshole is what happened,” Eddie huffed. “Look, I appreciate what you did, and I gave it a shot, and I’m saying no. We’re dropping it.”

She didn’t press any further. She knew better than that. 

After the call ended, Eddie reflected on the previous night. Other than the Steve stuff, he actually really enjoyed himself. He thought about Chrissy, then got curious. He pulled out his phone to look her up, then realized that he didn’t know her last name.

Oh god. 

Chrissy knew Steve, which meant they probably followed each other. Eddie was at least glad people weren’t notified when he looked them up on Instagram. He started with the HARVEST account.

Yup. The page was all kinds of weird. 

HARVEST was following 0 people. Meanwhile, his follower count was in the millions. There were only a few posts, and none of them made a lot of sense. Maybe they were references to songs or something. Eddie wouldn’t know. 

Eddie clicked on the followers and his eyes widened. A LOT of verified people were following him, even some that Eddie himself followed and would kill to interact with. He went to the search bar and typed - crissy - seeing a long line of potential women that would take Eddie a bit to get through. He sighed, then clicked off HARVEST’s profile and instead searched the name he hated to his core - Steve Harrington.

Oh joy. Steve’s profile still had more followers than Eddie. It was far more manageable though, and at least the posts were normal. Steve at the beach with Robin. Steve playing piano at a show. Steve raising his glass at a bar. Robin in the HARVEST getup.

Jesus. They really were close. Why weren’t people shipping them instead? Was it too obvious or something? He read some comments to double check. A few people assumed they were together, but most knew that Robin was a lesbian. That tracked. 

He scrolled until the posts became less focused on Robin and more focused on another woman. And God, Steve was totally in love with her. The way he looked at her was far different than the way he looked at Robin. It was like this other woman - Nancy, it seemed like her name was - had been his entire world. 

Huh. Apparently, it was heartbreak season for Stevie-boy. 

Eddie scrolled back up to the top and clicked on the followers again, this time seeing the ratio between followers and following to be way more balanced. He typed in crissy again. One profile, not her. He tried chrissy next. 

Bingo!

She was the first result, and her bright blonde hair in the profile picture confirmed it. Chrissy Cunningham. Actress, model. 23 years old. 

Waaaaay too fucking famous and successful for Eddie to just reach out. The pictures on her profile were all from photoshoots and sponsorships. He followed her, obviously, immediately backpedaled to Steve’s profile, and then clicked on Robin’s out of curiosity. 

Aww, she was cute. Much more approachable. She had even posted a photo from the previous night of her with Steve. It was a good photo. From a distance, Steve seemed like a chill guy.

But, Eddie knew better than that.

He closed out Instagram and did his best to forget about the whole thing.

-

“Steve.”

It started as a whisper. 

“Steve.”

Still a whisper, now accompanied with a poke in the shoulder. 

“Steeeeeve.”

Okay, he was being shaken now. Steve stirred with a groan. 

“What.”

“I need you to wake up.”

“I’m awake,” Steve said. His eyes were still closed, and he had an urge to pull the covers over his head. “But I feel like shit.”

“Yeah, you feel like shit,” Robin replied. “I think you drank more of those cocktails than anyone else at the bar. Congratulations.”

Steve exhaled sharply from his nose. Almost a laugh, but not quite. 

“Why’re you waking me up, Robs?” He was too nauseous to turn around and face her, and he was also pretty sure her reason for waking him up was going to be something stupid. When he was less hungover, he humored her, but this particular morning he mostly just wanted to throw up. 

“Chrissy Cunningham liked my post.” 

Steve almost opened his eyes for that one. 

“Oh, shit.”

It was no secret that Robin had been in love with Chrissy from afar for a while now. When Steve and Chrissy first became acquaintances, Robin had begged him to introduce her. Unfortunately, Steve and Chrissy weren’t close enough to hang out, and were doomed to only run into each other at parties and events. Last night the girls met for the first time, technically, even though they’d said nothing other than introductions. 

“Oh my god,” Robin said. “She commented.”

Steve’s eyes snapped open. Now he was invested.

“What did she say??”

“She said - holy shit, she - oh my GOD Steve! What the fuck!”

This was big for Robin. Steve knew this was big. He risked the flip of his stomach to roll over and take her phone so he could look at the comment with his own eyes. 

chrissycunningham: yessss this jumpsuit! I love!!😍 

“Oh, wow,” Steve said, impressed. “Damn, Robs. Chrissy got one look at you and fell in love.”

“She loves the jumpsuit, Steve,” Robin insisted.

“Yeah, sure. The jumpsuit,” Steve dismissed with a smirk. 

“Don’t you dare do this to me,” Robin warned. “Do we even know if she likes girls? She literally ran off with Jason Carver last night.”

“So?” Steve mumbled. A notification popped up on Robin’s phone that made him chuckle. “All I’m saying is, you’re hot, she’s hot, and she just followed you, so I wouldn’t rule out her being interested.”

“Shut up,” Robin said. Steve grinned and handed the phone back to her. She looked at it, stunned. “Shut up. Shut up! What? No way. What? Holy shit!”

“Robin, please,” Steve whined. “My head. It hurts.”

“FUCK YOUR HEAD, CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM JUST FOLLOWED ME!”

It took a while for Robin to calm down. He told her to reply to the comment, then listened as she rattled off possible responses from the kitchen, where she was assembling something like breakfast for their hangovers. She returned with toast, water, and aspirin for the both of them. 

“Thanks,” Steve said as he grabbed one of the plates. She got back under the covers and joined him in eating, still contemplating the whole Chrissy situation. 

Steve and Robin didn’t share a bed all the time when she stayed over, but recently she chose it over the couch because she found out Steve had sex with Nancy on that couch, and it grossed her out. Steve tried to explain that he and Nancy had also had sex in the bed, but Robin said it was different because of the sheets. Fair enough. It was a King size bed (obviously, fit for the King himself), so there was plenty of room. 

Steve was still kind of pissed that Nancy had told her about the couch thing, though. He knew that girls talked, and Robin and Nancy had gotten pretty close over the years, but still. At least Steve won Robin in the breakup (not that there was ever any doubt in his mind). 

Robin responded with something simple. Chrissy liked the response. There was more squealing. 

God, help him. 

-

Here was the thing about Eddie Munson. He was always at a 10. 

Whether he was angry or annoyed or happy or enthusiastic or whatever, he felt it at max capacity. He didn’t really know how to let things go, either - try as he might. Actually, he didn’t try that hard. He still held a grudge with his fifth grade teacher because she refused to give him credit for a drawing he did of his family.

He drew a bunch of random shit. Dragons. Princesses. A talking dog. She told him he didn’t do the assignment, but what the hell was he supposed to draw? His dad behind bars? 

Anyway, he never forgave Miss Kendall for that. And he never would. 

Yeah, Eddie was dramatic. Obviously. But it’s what made him so captivating, and what had gotten him all the things he loved. He wasn’t evil, he was just passionate. When he loved something, he loved it with his entire soul.

Same for when he hated something. Couldn’t help it. Even if he wanted to let it go, he couldn’t. The rage fueled him. It fueled his work. His music. His career. His everything. Without anger, without that passion, without something to hate, he couldn’t do what he loved.

So, no. He couldn’t just stop thinking about stupid Steve Harrington. Even though the whole thing was stupid and Eddie didn’t need it. He didn’t. He didn’t, okay?!

Fuck. 

-

Unlike Steve, Robin, and Eddie, Chrissy Cunningham had stayed out all night. She danced with Jason for a while, made her rounds at the bar, then at 2am when last call hit, Jason approached her again. She enjoyed his company enough to leave with him, but not enough to accept his invitation to stay overnight. 

Well, technically they did spend the night together, considering they roamed the city for a while and then got to his apartment at 4am. Then, the sun was rising, and he was telling her to stay, and she said she lied and said she had a photoshoot to get to. 

This happened kind of often with men. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t like these guys, she just had no interest in dating them. She’d always been that way. She’d dated a few guys before, but something about it just felt off. Like, she even believed she loved one of them, but she couldn’t imagine a future with him. So, she figured maybe she just wasn’t meant for relationships, and she’d accepted that. She didn’t mind, actually, because her favorite part of all of it was the beginning. 

The attraction. The chase. The build-up. The desire and eventual release. Everything that came after that she was just not into as much. 

She got home, took a shower, crawled into her own bed, and scrolled Instagram. Sometimes, it was hard for her to see all the pictures of her fellow models, because she couldn’t help but compare her own body to theirs. She almost closed the app, but then for whatever reason she started thinking about Eddie, and she wondered if her matchmaking helped the guy out in any way. 

But, she just knew the first name. Eddie. And he was a musician, apparently. Not much to go off on, there. 

Out of curiosity, she went to Steve’s profile, then searched his photos and his tagged photos in case there were any of him and Eddie. 

Nope. But there WAS one of Steve and Robin. Aww. 

She would have been at a dead end, but then she got a notification that Eddie followed her, soooo....that made things a whole lot easier.

Now, she knew Eddie's last name - Munson, of Corroded Coffin fame. Once she figured that out, she realized she had read something on Twitter about him and Steve being together. Hmm.

She wasn’t sure why any of this was appealing to her, she just needed something to occupy her mind until she fell asleep.

Her eyes were heavy and she was nearly delirious from staying up all night. That's probably why she did one final thing before passing out.

-

Chrissy sent you a message: soooo what’s going on with you and Steve?? 👀

Uhhh. What the fuck?

Never in a million years did Eddie think Chrissy would give him the time of day ever again. Their interaction the night before had been circumstantial, and he figured she’d forget about him the moment she was whisked away by the hot blonde. 

He stared at the message for quite some time, unsure how to respond. “Absolutely nothing” was the first potential response that came to mind. It was the honest truth, but a boring one. Eddie hated Steve, but he liked Chrissy, and maybe befriending her could boost his career in the same way befriending Steve would. It was worth a shot, right?

Okay, so now he had to be strategic. He thought about it for most of the day before getting back to her.

Eddie: Kind of a long story. Next party I’ll tell you all about it 🙂

Now, Eddie just hoped Chrissy would take the bait. He waited another hour or so, then checked his phone immediately when she responded.

Chrissy: Why wait? I’m nosy and I could use a drink.

Oh HELL yeah. Things were about to get very, very interesting. 

He agreed to the time and place, then got ready and brainstormed what he would tell Chrissy, if anything. If she wanted gossip, he sure had it, but he wasn’t certain he should be sharing everything. He was going to hold his cards to his chest and keep things vague, for now. 

In 24 hours, he’d gone from low-level fame to mid-level fame and was grabbing a drink with a high-level fame model. 

Take that, Harrington. 

-

“What the hell?” Steve shouted to Robin once he saw the Instagram story. “She’s out with Eddie tonight. Like, at a bar.”

“Chrissy?” Robin asked with wide eyes. 

She hadn’t left Steve’s apartment yet. They’d taken the entire day off to groan about their hangovers and micro-analyze every interaction Robin and Chrissy had thus far. 

“No, the other chick we’ve been talking about all day,” Steve replied. 

“Okay, what did we say about referring to women as ‘chicks,’ Steve?” Robin reminded him, pulling out her phone.

She jumped to Instagram to see what Steve was referring to. In the boomerang, Chrissy was clinking glasses with a man whose face was cut off. Even though it was obviously Eddie, Chrissy tagged him - as if the long brown hair and ringed hands could belong to anyone else. 

“Do you think that they’re, like -?” Steve asked. “You know?”

“What? No!” Robin shouted back instantly. “I mean - no! Like, because she - I mean, I’m pretty sure Eddie’s gay, right?”

“Is he?” Steve asked, nonplussed. There had been a rumor back in high school, but Steve never cared too much about people’s sexualities. 

“Steve, come on. This is juicy information,” Robin insisted. 

“I dunno if it is,” he replied with a shrug. 

“You seriously don’t care at all?” Robin wondered, dubiously. 

“What are you implying? After last night, I mean -”

“Yeah, but I know you,” Robin dismissed. “You’re the one who pointed Chrissy’s story out in the first place.”

“Because you’re into her, Robin!” Steve shouted. “It has nothing to do with Eddie. Nothing, I swear. It’s just -” He sighed, heavy, pondering whether or not he should just come out and say it. It was only Robin, after all. “Fine, okay. It’s a Nancy thing.”

“Ah,” Robin said with a nod. “I had a feeling.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes I did!” she insisted. “Anyway, you’re upset about Nancy moving on. That’s totally normal.”

“Yeah, and I -” God, why is this so hard? “I just want - I want to -”

“You want her to feel the way you’re feeling, so you’re thinking about capitalizing on the Eddie thing even though you don’t like him because then at least you can pretend you’re in a perfect relationship that other people love and you can drive your ex crazy.”

Oh. Oh, wow. Yeah, he should just tell Robin things more often.

“Am I…am I a bad person?” Steve asked. After hearing it out loud, it kind of sounded really horrible.

“No,” Robin answered. “I mean, it’s not great, but I think a lot of people have those thoughts.”

“But do they act on them?” Steve wondered. 

“Um.” Robin cocked her head in confusion. “You’re actually thinking about doing this, Harrington?” He shrugged. 

“I don’t know, maybe,” he answered truthfully. “It’s not just Nancy. My album - I mean, for whatever reason, people are going crazy over Eddie and I, and I really want this album to succeed, Robs.”

“I get that,” Robin said empathetically. “Especially about your career. I know how much this album means to you.”

“But?”

“But,” she continued. “Look, I’m team Steve forever and always, but Nance was my friend too at one point. And I just - I mean, she’s allowed to date Jonathan and be happy, just like you.” 

Ah, there it was. That was the difference. Nancy was happy. 

Steve knew Robin had a point. He didn’t want to be the jealous ex boyfriend. He didn’t want to feel anything for Nancy at all, but he did. Maybe he needed to just start dating someone else again. The problem was, he didn’t have a lot of time to build actual relationships. He was always super busy, and it tended not to mesh well with anything other than hook-ups. Steve was kind of done with the whole hook-up thing. 

If Eddie and Steve had gotten along at all, this would have been a no brainer. Why not fake date the hot musician, right? But they didn’t get along, so now Steve had to like…think. And he had to consider other people’s feelings. And he had to pay attention to things people said about him online. He had to be a good person. He had to do the right thing.

Or….

“Robin, how down would you be to do something a little crazy?” he asked. 

“What are you thinking?”

“The bar they’re at is down the road. Wanna go?”

Look, nobody’s perfect.

(part 3)

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[reptileofdoom]

Public PSA and Callout Of Hawkshadow/Luna: A Continued Pattern of Hurt and Manipulation PART 2 of 2

If you haven't read part 1, it is linked HERE:

If you have, then where we last left off, I had been guilted into continuing a friendship that was actively detrimental to my mental health; eventually causing a very bad anxiety attack over a small issue, over which I was gaslit to hell and back with Luna's insistence to berate me, causing in me accepting all fault and blaming myself for the incident.

After this, there weren't any large fights until January. This was for 2 reasons:

a) I had received anxiety pills from my psychiatrist, which I started using anytime a conversation with Luna would make me very anxious again

b) During the period of late November - end of December, she became busy on working on her large holiday fic. Our conversations became more sparse as she was, apparently, completely consumed by it.

But we were brought back together as Luna, out of nowhere, suggested working on a fic together.

This was... weird to me. For context: Luna and I had attempted to work on fics before. We'd have an idea in DMs, talk about it, create a shared doc, and then... NOTHING from her. I am not joking when I say I would write up to 4 thousand words in a document without a single contribution from her. This was back at the beginning of our friendship. As a result, I had given up on ever writing anything with her. So for her to just suggest working on a fic together out of the blue was... really weird.

(Side note: Luna and I had a lot of fic ideas in our pinned messages. At the time it completely slipped my mind that the only reason I brought up a/b/o had been because I'd just read a fic and wanted to talk about something similar. So our discussion of the idea happened months ago - it was only after the whole fiasco was over that I remembered, oh shit, it had originally been inspired by something else. So I apologize for the unintended idea stealing.)

I am including the following screenshot as 1 - proof we really did talk a lot about so many ideas; and 2 - as the most likely theory for why she was suddenly up for writing a fic with me.

She wanted to write something, but didn't think she would have time to do it by herself. So she hit me up. This becomes ironic later on because she ended up completely destroying my ability to work on the fic.

Bonus: her changing things I myself had written in the fic and only asking me if it was okay afterward. I... didn't really feel like I could disagree and argue with her.

In the middle of everything, an event occurred which I can only refer to as The Like Drama. This event is going to have its own post because it spans 10 screenshots and is, even more than anything in this whole series of events, incredibly inane, hard to follow, and it's insane it was ever made a big deal in the first place. It is, however, a very fantastic example of Luna's casual manipulation and general obsessiveness with public image.

The Like Drama post HERE:

Back to the fic saga:

A short time after this, after editing my words and only asking permission afterwards, I was scrolling Twitter and an announcement Tweet from Luna popped up on my timeline. (I don't have the capacity to go make an alt and try to search through her account for it, but it was public and many people can certainly remember it.)

It read, in summary: that she was working on an omegaverse fic and to stay tuned. A couple of things to highlight, specifically:

a) there was no mention of me, or any co-author in the tweet

b) this tweet was made without any sort of discussion with me

c) I have an Actual Massive Trigger around pressure; something I would talk about extensively in her server. Both Raelle and Cass (vegaspetesupremacy / sketchyshit) are willing to back me up on this. It used to be so bad that I could not tell anyone what I was working on, otherwise I would be unable to finish it.

(if anyone is wondering about the legitimacy of such a trigger - I used to attend a massively abusive private school for almost 8 years. It fucking sucked.)

Luna knew about this trigger. And not only did she post a tweet like that, in what follows after, she proceeds to stomp all over my boundary.

On January 19th I woke up to the message that a friend had committed suicide.

At the same time, the fic had gone up during the night - but it wasn't what I focused on because I was emotionally broken up. I made a Twitter post about taking some time off to grieve.

After crying, I was left alone with my thoughts. And my email notifications were pinging with people commenting on the fic. So I thought: why not reply? Luna had previously mentioned finding comment replies draining; I felt like I could do something useful.

And this is where things went wrong. As mentioned, I was not in a good headspace. So when some comments featured the typical begging for more ie "please please write a chapter 2!!" I was very blunt with reinforcing my own boundary; telling them quite frankly that it's uncomfortable and if they keep going, I will block them.

Were my replies graceful? No. But I was grieving and did not have the capacity to care.

Here is my final conversation with Luna, after which we never spoke again.

That's it. That's the end of our conversation.

Luna did not reply to me for 2 entire days. During this time, she wrote and published a drabble for one of the commenters.

Formerly, this conversation also had a message or two from me along the lines of "Luna? Please respond, please." I deleted these after seeing that. (That entire conversation, I was waiting on a single "I'm sorry for your loss" from her; at one point I specifically tried to allude to my situation to see if she knew, but she did not acknowledge it.)

After 48 hours, I unfollowed Luna on Twitter and left her server; mostly to see if it would make her react.

In response, she hard-blocked me. She chose her followers and fame over our friendship for good.

During this 48-hour period, I had also thought to message Raelle regarding my general frustration, almost as a last call for help. Because to be clear: this interaction left me sobbing and wailing on the ground. In essence, I had lost two friends on a single day. I could not fathom why she was treating me this way, what horrible thing I may have done to deserve this.

Not to be sappy, but: I really, really want to be clear how much I owe to Rae. She allowed me to vent and show her what happened: I asked her multiple times if I was out of line, because I thought it must be something I had done. She was my first outside perspective on my interactions with Luna; she was the one to tell me "you don't deserve to be treated like this." Without her, I would have probably ended up crawling back and begging Luna to forgive me, possibly trapping myself in months more of miserable friendship.

And here is something incredibly scary: If Luna had just.. given a single reply. Just a single "Wait for me a few days, we'll talk later." I wouldn't be here right now.

Even months after everything happened, I was still wracked by guilt and felt like I would sacrifice anything just to have that friendship back. My friends had to talk me down, sometimes, from messaging her begging her to take me back. After the first few days, I unblocked her on Twitter and kept her unblocked for close to a month - just in case that maybe, possibly, she ever wanted to talk to me again.

I'm not under any illusion as to what this treatment is comparable to. Some people, when shown everything, have told me the word "abuse" could apply - but I hesitate to use it, and am actively choosing not to include it as an accusation; because it is heavy and loaded and I do not want anyone to misunderstand.

Unfortunately, the story doesn't end here.

After leaving the work, something happened: despite me leaving, Luna had not edited the Author's Note to include mentioning me. In fact, it almost seemed like she wanted to avoid mentioning me; since the fic has been deleted, I am including proof through old DMs with Raelle (me reacting to this situation). (I become quite angry in these screenshots. I apologize for the name-calling.)

Quick context for what I mention here: After I became unable to work on the fic, Luna would reassure me "it's fine, you already did so much" when I expressed guilt. So... yeah, seeing this comment was a betrayal. PLUS the fact she froze it.

So, in my anger and frustration I decided to make a Twitter post; SOLELY because of the no-credit issue. At that point, I didn't want to expose Luna's treatment of me because I still had trouble accepting that it wasn't mostly my fault.

Here is the post I made, which turned into a thread as she made her own thread and misrepresented what I said: https://twitter.com/reptileofdoom/status/1616908647048613888?s=20

As a response to this, Luna created her own thread which she started sending to everyone. And not just everyone she knew, but asking those people to share it with everyone they know. (The thread has since been deleted, presumably after people pointed out inaccuracies and/or she realized she was just giving the issue more publicity.) The main piece of misinformation in the thread was her claiming I was credited in the Author's Note: this only became true after my post went public and she did it, presumably, as a way of covering her ass.

Proof, provided by kiwibin (thank you so much):

(shown through discord search because the chat was extremely active at the time and there are a million unrelated messages)

Additional proof of the thread being sent to Rae, her defending me to Luna, and Luna's response (screenshots provided by Raelle, thank you so much):

Bonus points: Misgendering lol. You only have my word on this, but her thread also featured a screenshot of a conversation with one of the "upset commenters" who misgendered me and Luna did not correct them, instead reassuring them she still loved them or whatever. She posted it as proof of how much I upset her followers.

These next images are of Rae crafting her response at the time, but it is what she ended up sending:

(As mentioned before, Rae is an angel.) (Cut off because stupid image limit, so I had to prioritize more important conversation.)

Finally, last of all:

There is a reason I have called all this a "continued pattern." In the time afterward, as I was dealing with my own emotional fallout and had trouble processing everything, I reached out to someone Luna had mentioned to me as a "former best friend (who abandoned her)." The conversation was... illuminating, and gives information about Luna's time in her previous fandom, MDZS.

Thank you so much, lunarwriter, for allowing me to add your voice to this.

As mentioned in these screenshots, there is a pattern:

Luna approaches someone, usually someone with some sort of "value" - either with many followers, or because of their writing/art. (in some ways, I was the exception: she messaged me because we wrote an impromptu threadfic in replies) (this would later be turned into her fanfiction Mortifying Ordeal, once again without credit to me, which I didn't think to question at the time. )

She pulls them into her circle. When we were friends, it was "invite them to the server" - which may be dead now because I was the one usually working very hard to keep it from going dead. But this part features a lot of compliments, asking to sprint together, gushing about how she loves their work, messaging a lot, etc.

Then comes the part where she gets value out of someone. Last I heard, she was doing it through collabs.

Here is where it gets... fuzzy because this part is usually in DMs. But people I have spoken to have mentioned experiencing some form of manipulation or another, usually to satisfy Luna's ego - constantly comparing followers, statistics, etc. Or in my case, becoming a sort of sounding board, someone to be a cheerleader for her and constantly comfort whenever she needs it - but heaven forbid I ask for some comfort back.

Just to be clear: the amount of manipulation used varies person to person.

Since I was vulnerable and easily taken advantage of, she used a heavy hand with me: which is why she was able to completely destroy me in such a relatively short amount of time.

If you are someone who is older, or has more "star power", maybe you haven't noticed these things! Or she hasn't felt the need to use it on you! Or you are special, or I am somehow mistaken about everything.

There is a very good reason why, in our final conversation, I pointed out she would not be acting the same way toward me if I was older and had "popularity."

At the end of the day, Luna is someone who, when allowed power over someone else, uses it to hurt people over and over again.

I expect her response to be something like this: Pick a point or two to focus on, ones where it was harder to find proof, or ones where I did not think to include some related conversation beforehand. Make her entire point around that. Claim I am trying to hurt her; paint herself as the victim. Vent to everyone around it, make very sad posts, share her inevitable "defense" with everyone. (If I'm wrong, I'm gonna donate $20 to charity. Not joking.)

As mentioned before, this isn't a call for "cancelling" or whatever. First and foremost, it is a PSA, a way to show these techniques and to help people guard against them more effectively. Second of all, it is a way for me to heal: the nature of everything made it hard to talk about these things openly without having proof lined up. By making this post, I am allowing myself to open up, to be clear about my boundaries, to be able to be honest with people and say "sorry, I can't follow you because you reblog her stuff sometimes and that makes me have panic attacks." Yes, there is some small amount of petty satisfaction to be made making this post; but that is only its very last purpose.

I want to end the post on some positive information:

I am doing alright now. I was able to move out in March and adopted a kitty in April. I am in therapy and have been able to discuss this whole issue extensively. I have a close friend group within the fandom now, who I have been able to rely on, again and again. Thank you so much, everyone - you know who you are <3

And I was going to end with an image of the kitty but :c hit image limit. So, have a good day, everyone.

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[tastybluesprite]

Wake up Nagi

Ok so I got this idea from when me and my dad were raking the leaves yesterday. Originally I planned it to be a lee!Reo story, but I kinda liked the angle I went with here lol. So have some lee!Nagi and ler!Reo instead! Hope you enjoy 🫶

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling, mild amount of cussing.

Summery: Reo attempts to get Nagi out of bed to rake the leaves. But what happens when the snow hair refuses to get out of bed?

“Come on Nagi it’s time to get up!” Reo Mikage called out to him as he attempted to shake Nagi awake. Lord knows how long this guy could sleep for if not for Reo making sure he’s up.

“Hmm~? But it’s Saturday~ I don’t wanna get up yet.” Nagi said lazily, rolling himself over under the covers.

Reo tried pulling the blanket off him, but unfortunately for him, and fortunately for Nagi, the snow haired boy had a strong grip.

“Nagi I said I’d come over to help rake the leaves with you didn’t I?” The purple haired tried reasoning.

“When have you ever raked leaves? No offense but don’t you live in a big pent house?” Nagi mumbled through his sleepiness.

Reo huffed. While yes it’s true he lived in a pent house, which meant he didn’t exactly have a backyard, he still understood the basics of it all. He wasn’t clueless dammit!

“That’s not the point Nagi. I came here because I agreed to help you rake the leaves. Remember? You went on about how much of a pain it was, and I said I’d do it with you to get it done faster.”

Nagi sighed, but didn’t answer, hoping if he ignored him, Reo might leave him alone.

However Reo did not leave him alone. In fact he continued trying to get his lazy butt out of bed.

“Nagi come on! Don’t go lazy on me now! It’s going to start snowing soon and the leaves will get all wet, and they’ll stick to the grass and get all muddy.”

Nagi continued to ignore.

“Hey…” Reo began, “hey Nagi…” Reo poked at the cocoon of the blanket, hoping it would get his attention.

He then heard a soft squeak coming from under the covers, the figure squirming a bit.

A wide grin grew on Reos face and he had an Idea.

“Nagiii~” He teased, continuing to poke around at the blanket covered figure, watching as it squirmed more and more. Small whining sounding from under.

Soon he heard something he didn’t think he’d ever hear from Seishiro Nagi. Soft giggles began spilling out from under the blanket. The squirming from him only increased more and more.

“Awww is somebody a little ticklish?” Reo cooed with a grin

Nagi only squirmed more and his giggles became more prominent.

“N-nohohoho…” came a voice from under the blanket.

Reo saw a little gap in the bottom of the blanket where part of it was tucked under the snow haired boy, revealing a small part of a pajamaed back.

Reo, smirking, snuck a hand in, going under the pajama sweater, and spidering directly at the warm skin of his side.

“HehEHEhehey!! Nohohoho wahahahait!!!”

Nagis soft giggles became squeakier and his squirms turned to thrashing as he tried using his body to throw Reos hand off. Unfortunately it was stuck under.

“Are you going to get up and help me rake your damn leaves then?” Reo asked, with mock sternness.

When he got no answer, Reo reached around and went for scribbling lightly at his pale, bare belly.

“NahHaHAhHaha WAHahaIT!!!” Nagi squealed, curling in on himself as much as he could. “NOhoHOhoHot ThEHEhehre!!!”

“Where..? Here?” Reo asked with a grin, squeezing lightly at his soft abdomen to emphasize, earning him a few yelps from Nagi as he curled in tighter, almost trapping Reos hand in.

Reo had stopped his hand, but apparently his hand just being there was enough to tickle Nagi as more squeaky giggles spilled out of his mouth.

“RehEheho nOhoho moHOhore!!” Nagi cried, gripping at Reos arm, that was still buried in. Reo couldn’t help but giggle himself. “But Nagi my hand is stuck. You’re gonna have to uncurl yourself so I can get it out.”

Nagi shook his head frantically as he giggled harder, desperately pulling at the arm.

Reo couldn’t help finding this endearing. “Seriously Nagi it is! I promise I’m not going to tickle you, I just want to pull it out.”

Nagi hesitated, and then slowly uncurled himself.

Unfortunately Reo was not a man of his word. As soon as he was free, taking advantage of Nagis momentarily relaxed form, he jumped onto Nagi, straddling him on the bed.

“Hah! Gotcha!” Reo cried, his hands, once again slipping under the sweater, and going to town on his stomach, squeezing and scratching.

Nagi squealed and threw his head back, cackling as he tried, yet failed to push his arms away. Now that he couldn’t protect himself anymore, it tickled a whole lot more.

“Holy shit Nagi… maybe a ‘little ticklish’ was an understatement.” Reo said with a smirk.

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP AHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“I’ll stop if you promise to help me rake the leaves~” Reo offered.

“NEHEHEHEVEHER!!” Nagi shot back.

“Since when were you so stubborn?” Reo teased, grinning at how flushed the boys face was. “Fine then… maybe this will do the trick…”

Reo stopped tickling his stomach, and reached behind to squeeze at his thighs. “NYAHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHREHE!!!” Nagi shrieked. Reo didn’t think he ever heard Nagi sounding this hysterical.

“Woah jackpot!” He cried as he continued squeezing.

When he found a particularly big ball of nerves on his inner thighs, that’s when Nagi finally gave up.

“EHEHEHEOHOHAKAHAHEHEY FIHIHIHINE IHIHIHI WIHIHILL!!!” Nagi shrieked with his hysterical laughter.

Reo finally stopped to let him breathe, getting off of him.

“Th-thahahat wahahas ehehevil…” Nagi groaned through excess giggles, hugging his legs to his chest.

After Nagi calmed down, he finally got up to get dressed.

When the two were finally outside, they had started on making leaf piles.

Suddenly, Nagi had pushed Reo into one of the bigger piles, burying the two of them with leaves.

“H-hey! Nagi!!! W-wAhahahahahait nononohohohoho!!!” Reo squealed, trying to push him off. Nagi had wormed his hands under his jacket, and latched onto Reos bare sides, leaving the purple haired boy squealing and squirming under him.

“This is revenge Reo. Now laugh for me.” Nagi said, satisfaction seasoning his voice.

Thanks for reading! 🙏❤️

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[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

Yandere! Yeosang Analysis

Disclaimer : In no way am I supporting Yandere behavior or toxic relationships. This is supposed to be just a fic and everyone must read it as a fic.

Warnings : Mentions of Toxic relationships, stalking, murder, sexual punishments, other yandere behavior.

Basic Information

Name : Kang Yeosang

Date of birth : June 15th, 1999

Aggression level : 60%

Obsession level : 90%

Mental instability : 95%

Overall threat : Average

Behavioral analysis

He is voyeuristic Yandere, always in the thirst to show that you're his. Loses complete sense over himself once he sets eyes on you. Will not be aggressive with you, scared that you will leave him. Uses manipulation tricks to make you fall into his trap. That being said, he's a manipulator. Makes you believe he is in extreme need for love and affection. Starts manipulating you more by showing you that he is very mentally drained and is depressed. If you do not fall for his tricks, he turns the table around by blaming you on everything.

You were a famous soloist under JYP Entertainment. You had a lot of fame, but it never got to your head as you were the kindest idol. You couldn't reject or say no to anyone. You were a very sensitive person. You were also known for being the idol with the most clean record.

You were living your best life. For Yeosang too. Kang Yeosang, a simple man who came from one of the richest families, was your biggest fan. It all started when he saw you online, while scrolling through social media. He would lie if he said you didn't attract him. But seeing you so often everywhere made him very curious.

But when he did search you up, and saw a lot more videos of you, he fell in love with you. But he knew his limits, he was just a fan. But he started spending too much money on you, from buying all the versions of all your albums to attending your every single fansign Or concert.

You might have noticed the boy at first but seeing him so constantly all the time, made you happy and honoured to have had such a dedicated fan.

But you were more than shocked, when he joined your company AS YOUR MANAGER. You were shocked to see him but you were nonetheless happy for the change as you finally got someone around your age who would understand you well.

But Yeosang had other plans, he was gonna get you. His past self would have hated to have come to this extent. But he didn't care, he now desires for you. He wanted you very badly.

It had been two months since, Yeosang became your manager. But recently for a week, you had your sub-conscious mind screaming at you that someone was always following you or that someone was always watching you.

You couldn't help but feel like you wanted more security. But not wanting to be nosy, you just told Yeosang about it. Because you trusted the man and hoped he would help you whenever you got into trouble.

But suddenly what if news comes out saying, "Lee Y/n, soloist under JYP Entertainment has gone missing. JYP entertainment is currently doing searches everywhere and investigating Lee Y/n's past whereabouts before the night she went missing"

It sent the kpop industry into dead silence, no one knew about your whereabouts or any traces of where you were. But there was only one person who was last seen with you.

But apparently, it was your male friend who was a week later found dead. Everyone was too stunned about the situation. While on the other part, Yeosang had kept you captive in his basement. When you woke up, you were too shocked to see Yeosang waiting in front of you.

And that's when you knew about his true colours and felt like an idiot to have trusted him that he would save you from danger when he was the danger. But Yeosang was never aggressive with you, he rather shows his vulnerable side to you.

And his reasons felt too real and you couldn't just leave him on his own, and when you did try to escape, Yeosang threatened you by cutting himself.

You had no other choice but to stay with him. Until you started believing him in everything and every line he would say. It made you very weak at your heart making you realise you were falling for him.

You started loving and caring for him. And you never left his side, because he mentally really needed you, but did YOU need him more than he longed for you?

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Damn that fucking took too long. Yandere! Yeosang is hard to uncover.

-Jeong Aera

© wooyoungmybelovedhusband [jeongaera]

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[halfblood-princes-crown]

BABY WAIT-

Ok so I was saw this while scrolling the Harry Potter tag😭 I’m wheezing rn

Can I unpack this?

A few harmless spells

They used illegal spells.

Illegal. Spells.

See the chapter where Snape gave detention to Harry after the Sectumsempra incident.

Now maybe there are illegal spells which aren’t dark but seeing how they became illegal Animagi, I won’t put it past them.

And I wouldn’t call choking someone with soap (which could kill someone…common sense not so common) a “harmless” spell. And just because Severus invented levicorpus didn’t give Pothead the green light to use it to expose Snape to a crowd of people.

Came out of the womb with a dark mark

Babe what!? Yes because being abused and neglected at home and then being relentlessly bullied at a school you thought would be a safe haven DEFINITELY wouldn’t push someone to make bad decisions!

He totally was always a blood supremacist and joined Voldemort because he 100% believed in his ideals, and totally not because he wanted a chance at a better life (which was promised to people who joined btw)… but moving on

Salivating

And do…what about it?

(And not all of us salivate over him, you see what you wanna see)

Partially responsible for the deaths of witches and wizards all over the UK

😀…according to my calculations (correct me if I’m wrong pls), Snape officially joined the ranks of Voldemort from 1978-1981 which means he was only on the dark side for 3 years…chill 💀

Going back to the “came out mom with a dark mark” crap…he didn’t join until after he graduated…so the “they bullied him because he was a DE” argument just flew out the window birdy style 🕊

Serial killer

This was the funniest one tbh! Congratulations for making a joke…but uuumm a serial killer by definition is A person who commits a SERIES of murders, often with no apparent motive and typically following a characteristic, predictable behavior pattern.

Serial killers have typically murdered THREE OR MORE people…

The only person he out right murdered was Dumbledore…he watched Charity Burbage die and couldn’t do anything about it, and he unknowingly aided the deaths of the Potters but actually tried to stop it from happening (he would have gotten away with it if it weren’t for that meddling Pettigrew 🐀)

He’s saved more lives than he took…but who’s counting, right!?

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