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adrienneleclerc · 1 day

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TikTok Gone Viral

Paring: charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina reader

Summary: Y/N used a specific TikTok audio and it goes VIRAL

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: I had this audio in my head so like why not. It’s my version of making Y/N a “PR nightmare” as other fanfic authors put it

Y/N was scrolling through TikTok while Charles was washing dishes, as he should because she cooked, and came across a video of a girl using a Megan Thee Stallion song with the caption “ovulation week be like”. She thought it would be fun to use the same audio so she put her phone against the napkin stand they have in the counter and started recording.

I need *points to self* this pussy *points down* on his *points to Charles off screen* nose *points to her nose* I spread it, I spread it, I pose *random dancing*

However, she did not see Charles move into the frame as she danced because she had her head down and just posted it without looking back at it. She did caption it “needing my boyfriend a little too much lately” and just exited TikTok. Their relationship has always been private, no one really knew Charles was dating anyone after Alexandra and they’ve only been dating for a few months. At least it WAS private.

“What were you filming, Mon ange?” Charles asked.

“Just a silly little TikTok, muñeco, don’t pay mind to it.” Y/N said.

“Alright well I’m done with the dishes, you want to watch a movie?” Charles asked

“Can we watch ‘Nosotros Los Nobles’?” Y/N asked.

“Whatever you want, Mon ange.” Charles said.

“Get the chips.” Y/N said as she got up from where she was sitting to head to their bedroom for a blanket while Charles gets chips from the pantry. They both headed over to their couch, sat down, Y/N put the blanket over them, and Charles gave her the bag of chips and passed her the remote. “Okay, it’s has English subtitles, so I hope you find this movie funny.”

“I’m sure I will.” Charles said. Sadly, both fell asleep on the couch, charles was cuddling Y/N. However, with Charles’s phone charging in his bedroom, he missed multiple missed calls from the Ferrari media manager, Fred, Pierre, Arthur, and his other friends. Y/N also has missed calls from her friends

The next morning, Y/N woke up on top of Charles. She shook him awake.

“Muñeco, we fell asleep on the couch, get up.” Y/N said and Charles woke up.

“Mm, what time is it?” Charles asked.

“I Don’t know, my phone is charging in the room.” Y/N said, getting off the couch to get her phone.

“Can you get my phone too?” Charles asked.

“Sure thing, muñeco.” Y/N went to their bedroom and unplugged their phones and she was shocked to see how many missed calls both of them received. “Charles, you have so many missed calls, here.” Y/N handed him his phone.

“Thanks Mon ange.” Charles said. He unlocked his phone and called the media manager. “Hello?”

“Charles I’ve been trying to reach you yesterday, your girlfriend posted something on TikTok.” The media manager said and Charles was very confused.

“How do you know I have a girlfriend?” Charles asked and Y/N’s head popped up.

“What about me?” Y/N whispered asked and Charles made an “I don’t know” face.

“The whole world knows she your girlfriend because you’re in the background of her now VIRAL TikTok. I’ll talk to you later.” The media manager hung up and Charles looked at Y/N.

“Ma Belle, my beautiful beautiful girlfriend, what did you post on TikTok last night?” Charles asked. Y/N took out her phone to open up TikTok.

“Just a silly TikTok using a trendy audio…oh shit, I gained SOOO many followers.” Y/N laughed and Charles took her phone to click on her profile and see the video he posted. His eyes widened when he saw himself appear on screen. The video had 9.1 million likes, 60.7 thousand comments, 231.8 thousand saves, and 76.3 thousand shares. Y/N looked over his shoulder. “Oh that’s why the video went viral. Oh I’m so sorry, muñeco, I didn’t know you appeared, I didn’t rewatch the video before posting, are you in trouble?”

“I don’t think I’m in trouble but now I have to introduce you as my girlfriend.” Charles said. “We are no longer private, Mon ange.”

“Shit, I was doing so well without the hate comments.” Y/N pouted and Charles chuckled before kissing her.

“I hope you’re ready, Mon ange.” Charles said before he grabbed his phone to record a video. “Hello everyone, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. We have been dating for a few months. Say hello, Mon Chou.” Charles said, pointing the phone to Y/N.

“Hello” Y/N waved shyly. Charles pointed the phon back to him.

“We met at her job, she’s actually a bartender, it was after my break up with Alex, we talked, we hit it off, we started hanging out, and now we’re dating, not that it’s any of your business. But I like her a lot and we’re happy together.” Charles stopped the video and posted it on his Instagram.

“You really had to say I was a bartender?” Y/N asked.

“Well you are a bartender, mon coeur.” Charles said.

“Watch them say I’m only after your money.” Y/N said.

“But we both know that’s not true, your salary is pretty good AND you get tips. I am glad I don’t have to hide you anymore though, I can finally post pictures of us together.” Charles said, kissing her.

“Well I’m glad you’re happy. Do you have to go to maranello?” Y/N asked.

“Nope, you want to go out today? We could go on the yacht.” Charles suggested.

“Ooh, a picnic on the yacht?” Y/N asked,

“Yep.” Charles said.

“I’m gonna start cooking.” Y/N said already looking in the pantry to see if they have anything to make. Charles just looked at her with love in his eyes, now the whole world knows he has the cutest person as his girlfriend.

The End

Hope y’all liked it, I found this very fun to write. Also, is there a market for Logan Sargeant x Hispanic reader fanfics?

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muwapsturniolo · 13 hours

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✯𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫-𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐧✯

platonic!matt x reader

IN WHICH…Two best friends hold an annual tradition of wearing costumes in the summer, carving jack-o-melons, and eating all the candy their hearts desire...But what happens when they drift apart?

WARNINGS: no smut, angst, asshole!matt, that’s about it

Summer-ween, a fictional holiday from the animated Disney show Gravity Falls, that takes place on June 22nd.

Y/n and Matt fell in love with that specific episode so much, that they made it a reality. They begged their parents to make their costumes, they ran to the store and grabbed all the candy and watermelons they could carry, and they ran around the streets of Boston terrorizing their neighbors by asking for candy.

The neighbors quickly became use to it, always making sure to have some type of candy for the two come June 22nd.

However, only a few years later, the tradition stopped. It wasn’t by choice, it was by force.

The triplets' career took off causing them to move to LA, and leave Y/n alone. They still kept in touch with her, never being able to drop the girl they met in first grade.

Y/n was heartbroken her tradition with Matt wouldn’t continue, but she came up with a solution.

It wasn’t the same, but the two would sit on FaceTime and watch all the Halloween movies ranging from Twitches to Nightmare on Elm Street. It satisfied Y/n a little bit, but she missed dressing up, she missed carving the watermelons and sitting them outside.

She missed Matt.

So when Mary-Lou told her the boys would be coming back to Boston the week of Summer-Ween, Y/n was over the moon.

She quickly planned out costumes, thinking her and Matt could match this year. She ran to the store and grabbed the biggest watermelons and their favorite candy, She threw up all of the Halloween decorations and even put them outside.

She was ready to finally have her best friend back in her arms.

She couldn’t sleep the night before the triplets arrived back home, her jitters causing her to lay wide awake. As soon as the sun rose and she saw the time, she darted to the triplets' house. They were only a block away from her, so there was no need to take a car, so she sprinted.

It wasn’t long before she busted through the front door and ran into the kitchen where the family was eating breakfast. Seeing this would happen, Mary-Lou made sure to set an extra plate out for the girl she considers to be a daughter.

Y/n rushed forward and pulled Matt who had half of a pancake in his mouth into a tight hug.

“Matt! I missed you so much!”

“Jesus, can I eat my pancake first?” Despite the annoyance in his voice, he proceeds to wrap his arms around her, hugging her just as tight.

“Damn, where’s my hug?” Chris asks jokingly.

They finish eating breakfast before their parents head out and leave them be.

Y/n is quick to start talking about the plans she made and how she’s excited to finally celebrate with Matt again. The sparkle in her eye burned brighter at each word.

However Matt, didn’t seem to thrilled with the idea.

“Aren’t we too old to be celebrating still? I mean why dress up in costumes and carve watermelons?”

Y/n scrunches her face in bafflement, “Because it’s a tradition! We’ve always done it and we haven’t celebrated since you moved to LA.”

Matt rolls his eyes, “that’s not true, we have celebrated. You force me every year to sit on FaceTime and watch those dumb movies with you.”

Y/n frowns even more, pulling herself away from Matt, “I don’t force you…You said you liked watching the movies with me.” Her words are softer as the argument goes on. She doesn't understand why Matt is being so mean about this. They've always celebrated this way, what's different now?

Matt scoffs, “Do you really think I enjoy sitting on FaceTime for hours on end watching childish movies? I mean be serious Y/n we are all about to be 21 and you want to run around in costumes and beg neighbors for candy? I think it’s time you grow the fuck up.”

Y/n quickly becomes upset, “Why are you being mean?” She was beyond confused and a bit overwhelmed as Matt's irritation grew.

“Because it’s childish!”

“I just thought- Thought what? That I came back home to deal with your childish and annoying antics? No. We came back because we wanted to spend time with family, not you. You need to grow the fuck up! Life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows!”

Y/n feels her eyes begin to burn at Matt’s words, her throat feeling tight, almost suffocating her.

"I mean be serious, what do I look like acting like a child when I'm 20 years old and have a very big career. That would make me a laughingstock! Jesus Christ Y/n!"

Not being able to stand here and take the harsh criticism any longer, Y/n stands up.

“if you didn't want to do it you just had to say no, you didn't have to be an ass about it."

"I'm not being an ass- Yes you are! You're sitting up here calling me childish for wanting to spend time with you like how we use to! You move to LA and let all this fame get to your head, you changed! And it wasn't for the better!"

The girl grabs her things and storms out of the house with tears running down her face and a heavy heart.

Still not thinking clearly, Matt scoffs and looks to his brothers with crossed arms, "Can you believe her?"

"Can you believe You? Christ Matt, you were really an asshole just now!" Nick states as Matt's brows furrow in confusion.

"What are you talking about? I didn't say anything wrong!"

"Matt you sat up here and called her childish for wanting to spend time with you. Like she said, if you didn't want to do it all you had to do was say no and explain nicely why you didn't want to...You didn't have to throw being famous in her face, you make it seem like you're too good for her."

With that Chris and Nick leave the kitchen, leaving Matt alone with his thoughts.

As the days go on, Matt begins to feel bad.

Y/n was ignoring the boys, including Nate. They tried inviting her to their outings, but she never read their texts.

she wasn't even active on socials.

In the midst of all of this, Matt saw a few fans on tiktok talking about how the boys changed since they moved to LA. It hits him hard and he starts to believe it.

Is it really true? Did he change for the worse?

He throws his phone down and decides to turn on his TV. Oddly enough, Gravity Falls is on.

Matt feels his heart clench when he sees it's the Summer-ween episode. Seeing Mabel and Dipper argue because Dipper feels too childish dressing up makes Matt feel horrible.

Watching the siblings come together in the end has Matt jumping up from his bed. He rummages through his closet finding what he needs before grabbing his keys and rushing out of the house.

Y/n is lying on her couch, a solemn look on her face as she watches her favorite Halloween movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas. She would usually be watching with a big smile on her face and a bowl of chocolate-covered popcorn in her hands, but instead, she's lying down in pajamas and a Dr. Pepper in hand

Her doorbell rings and she ignores it, thinking it's the neighbors asking her to retrieve their football once again, but when it keeps ringing and the person begins to bang on the door, she finally gets up.

She swings the door open in irritation and is shocked at what she sees.

Matt stands in front of her sheepishly, dressed in a peanut butter costume that's a little bit too small, and his arms outstretched with a pillowcase.

"Trick or treat?" He says awkwardly.

"What are you doing?" Y/n asks softly.

Matt sighs and puts his arms down, " I'm trying to celebrate Summer-ween with you." Y/n crosses her arms and looks off to the side.

"Why? I thought it was too childish and you were too famous for that." Matt sighs sadly and takes a step into the house.

"I know what I said... And it was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you like that, I'm sorry. I just- you were right when you said I changed. I let fame get to my head and I felt like it would ruin my image if I celebrated with you."

Matt grabs her chin softly and makes her look at him, "But I'd rather have a ruined image than a ruined friendship. I care too much about you to lose you because I was being a dick head."

Y/n is quick to pull Matt into a hug, feeling happy that Matt is back in her arms. Matt smiles and returns the tight hug, happy that everything is ok.

Y/n pulls away and looks him up and down, cracking a smile. "You pulled out the old peanut butter costume?"

"Yup, and I have your strawberry jelly costume too!"

Y/n shakes her head, "Nope not doing that! That costume was ugly!"

"If I have to squeeze into this peanut butter costume and have my dick squeezed you have to wear the strawberry costume!"

Y/n laughs loudly before dragging him to her room, "Well I have better costumes!"

before he knows it, Matt is dressed as Dipper Pines and Y/n is dressed as Mabel.

The two ended up carving the watermelons, taking pictures, and even went to a few houses to retrieve candy.

The two are soon settled back in the living room of Y/n's home, changed into pajamas as they watch Halloween Town.

"Hey Y/n?" Matt asks softly. Y/n looks up at him from her place on the floor. "Can I ask why you want to keep celebrating Summer-ween?"

Y/n looks back down as Matt settles down on the floor next to her.

"I just...like you said you're more famous now...You live in LA and I never get to see you anymore. Celebrating with you in person or at least over the phone just reassures me that we're always going to be friends, or at least in each other's lives."

Matt can see the sad look in her eyes and he hates it. he hates seeing her sad, she wasn't supposed to be sad. She was always the happy-go-lucky one between the two and he plans on keeping it that way.

he pulls her into his side and plants a soft kiss to her forehead, his hand brushing down her boho braids.

"I'm always going to be in your life, always."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

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matthew.sturniolo: happy summer-ween from Dipper and Mabel Pines 🍉👩🏽‍🤝‍👨🏻

comments:

nicolassturniolo: Y/n is really the fourth triplet

⌊christophersturniolo: sturniolo triplets + Y/n! quadruplets does not hit the same!

Y/n.luvs: still mad you wouldn't post the peanut butter and jelly costumes 😔

⌊matthew.sturniolo: not happening sweetcheeks, keep dreamin'

⌊user2:SWEET CHEEKS?!?!

user1:i yearn for a friendship like this omg 😭

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mymindcreatedthis · 3 days

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From behind (18+)

Rachel Daly x Reader

Word count: 1,122

Warning: Smut, handjob, cumshot, Bulge Teasing, (Rachel giving R handjob) R receiving. Dirty talk, (cumshot on mirror, cum dripping down Rachel’s fingers and hand.

*Y/n's pov*

We just finished practice. I've noticed that Rachel seems off. We get back to the hotel, and go up to our room.

I unlock the door and we go in. I go in after Rachel, Rachel grabs her clothes.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Rachel says.

"Okay." I reply.

Rachel takes off her jersey, and shorts leaving her in her sports bra and boxers. She goes into the bathroom, she clothes the door and locks it.

I sit on the bed and mess around on my phone. I hear the shower turn on after 10 minutes I hear the shower turn off. The bathroom door opens, Rachel comes back into the room.

She throws her dirty clothes onto her suit case and lays down on her bed.

"Bathrooms all yours." Rachel says.

"Okay." I reply.

I take off my shirt and shorts leaving me in my boxers. I grab my clothes, I look over and see Rachel biting her lip and checking out my bulge.

I smirk. "Like what you see Daly?"

She clears her throat and blushes darkly. "W-What?"

"I saw you looking at my crotch. Like what you see?" I ask again.

She blushes darkly. "Shut up and go take your shower."

I chuckle at her comment. I go into the bathroom, I close the door. I strip out of my boxers and bra. I start the shower and get in.

*Rachels pov*

I hear the bathroom door close and lock and hear the shower start. I grab my phone and text the one person I know I could talk to about this.

Me: I need help in so fucking wet and horny. I just saw Y/n's bulge I couldn't stop staring.

Leah: Wait what?.... I don't know.... She had a you know what?

Me: Yeah she does, I mean looks like she's packing 10 or 12 inches.

Leah: Fuck really?..... now I kinda want to see it?

Me: Yea really? She's about to come out of the shower. I gotta go I'll talk to you later.

Leah: Okay talk to you later, I expect to hear all the details when I see you tomorrow.

Me: Yeah I'll tell you everything tomorrow, don't worry.

I swipe up and turn my phone off as I hear the bathroom door open.

*Y/n's pov*

I change into new clothes and come out of the bathroom. I throw my dirty clothes, onto my suit case. I look over and see Rachel biting her lip and staring at my crotch again.

I clear my throat and grab the tv remote. I sit on my bed. "Did you wanna watch a movie?"

"Y-Yeah sure." Rachel says.

I sit in the bed with my back against the head board. I turn the tv on and scroll through Hulu. We decide on the new prey movie.

I press play, halfway through the movie I feel Rachel looking at me again. I look over at her she was checking out my crotch again.

I blush darkly and continue watching the movie, The movie finally ends. I turn off the tv, I get up and go into the bathroom and brush my teeth. Rachel does the same, I stop in front of the mirror next to the tv and adjust my shirt and pants.

I stop when I feel Rachel pressed up behind me. She presses her front against my back. She starts kissing my neck as her hands roam my body. Her hands move to my boobs she massages my boobs a bit roughly as she kisses my neck.

I moan. "R-Rachel what are you d-doing?" I stutter.

She rubs my boobs with one hand. She moves her other hand down and rubs my crotch over my sweat pants.

"F-Fuck." I moan.

Rachel smirks. "Someone has a boner."

"S-Shut up." I moan.

"Wanna cum?" Rachel asks.

I nod my head. "Please I'm hard, I need a release."

She slides my sweatpants and boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side. We both look in the mirror as she starts stroking my dick in front of the mirror.

"S-Shit." I moan.

Rachel smirks. She spits on my dick and continues stroking it.

"Your spit feels so good on my dick." I moan.

"Oh yeah? You're so hard love." Rachel says.

She picks up her pace and strokes my dick faster.

"F-Fuck Rachy." I moan.

"Shit just like that, I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." I moan in pleasure.

"Maybe I should keep doing it then." Rachel says sexily.

I moan loudly as Rachel goes faster. After 5 minutes of an amazing hand job I feel myself getting close to cumming. Rachel strokes my dick faster I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"S-Shit Rach. I'm close, I'm gon-"

Before I could finish I shoot webs of sticky cum all over the mirror cumming like crazy.

"Woah fuck look at that cumshot." Rachel says.

Cum continues oozing out of my dick as she continues to stroke my dick. Helping me ride out my high.

"You are still hard baby. You need to cum again?" Rachel asks.

"P-Please I need a release." I reply.

Rachel smirks, I move my head back slightly and make out with Rachel and she jerks me off.

She stops kissing me for a moment she spits in my dick drenching it in spit again.

She continues stroking my dick as she kisses me. I moan in the kiss, Rachel smiles against my lips and strokes my dick faster.

She goes faster, after 5 more minutes of an amazing hand job I moan in pleasure as I feel my balls tighten.

"I'm gonna Cu-" before I can finish my sentence I bust my load. I shoot thick ropes of sticky cum all over the mirror and floor. Cum drips down the mirror.

Rachel continues stroking my dick, as the rest of my cum oozes out of my dick. Rachel raises her hand to her moth and licks my cum off her fingers and hand.

"Mmm tasty." Rachel says.

I blush darkly as she licks off the Cum. She grabs her phone. "Hold on love I'm gonna record a video and send it to Leah."

I smile and nod, Rachel snaps a video of my dick then pans the camera to the mirror covered in my cum and showers her fingers and hand covered in my cum. She stops recording and sends it to Leah.

I kiss Rachel and put my boxers and sweats back on. I lay in bed with Rachel, we cuddle and fall asleep.

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fanfictionalraven · 2 days

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Dream Warriors Chapter 10

Title: Dream Warriors Chapter 10

Summary: Can our Dream Warriors make it out alive?

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Rowena, other original characters

Word Count: 3,112

Warnings: Canon typical violence and peril

Author’s Note: The grand finale!! I can't believe it's really over. This series has taken me a long time to finally get completely posted. I'm pretty proud of it. I hope you've enjoyed the ride. Let's see how it all ends...

Read Chapter 9 here.

Still laying in Dean’s arms, you let out another scream. Dean glares up at the witch as she continues to smirk at the two of you in the floor.

“I’ll kill you. If you take over her body, I will kill you,” he threatens.

“See, I don’t think you’ll be able to. I know how she feels about you and, from her memories, I’m pretty sure you feel the same way,” she says as she walks over and kneels down next to the two of you. “It’s so cliché. The two best friends who are so madly in love but too afraid to cross that line. I’ve seen that movie a hundred times. I think I’ll change the ending.” She rises to her feet and moves over to the refrigerator in the room. Pulling the door open, she looks in and grabs a bottle of water. “Maybe I’ll get the guy.” You grit your teeth and lay your head back against Dean’s shoulder, another pain hitting.

“If I don’t make it, you better rip her apart,” you tell him. He presses a kiss to your temple and shakes his head.

“You’re gonna make it, Sweetheart,” he says before moving to prop you up against the counter. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before rising to his feet. The witch looks over and smiles widely.

“Oh, you wanna fight?” She asks, setting the bottle on the counter. “How adorable. The knight in shining armor, willing to die for his love.” You let out another scream and watch in horror as Dean charges at the witch. She merely laughs and with a flick of her wrist, sends him flying into the opposite wall. “Dean, Dean, Dean…” She says as she walks over towards him. “I’ve got the power here. I am in complete control.” He forces himself up and swings at her, knocking her back, stunned. “Why you little…” She snaps her fingers and Dean screams out in pain.

“Stop!!” You scream out, watching as he twists in agony on the floor. “Stop!! I’ll give up!!” She looks at you and raises an eyebrow. You swallow thickly, fighting tears. “Let him go, let him wake up, and I’ll give up. I’ll stop fighting.”

“Y/N, no!!” Dean calls out through gritted teeth.

“Please,” you beg. The witch watches you for a moment before snapping her fingers once again. Dean stops screaming and sits back, leaning against the wall behind himself. “Send him back,” you tell her.

“I will. Calm down. How did you get here though?” She asks, looking back at Dean. He sets his jaw, staring her down. With a smirk, she raises a hand towards you and Dean’s eyes widen.

“A different spell,” he tells her in a rush. The witch nods her head slowly as she thinks this over.

“Like a backdoor…fascinating,” she says mostly to herself. You watch her and frown.

“Send him back,” you say once again. She glances at you and with a wave of her hand, Dean disappears. You let out a sigh and lay your head back against the counter. “Can we at least stop this charade?” You ask. She waves her hand once again and the pain fades away along with your overgrown stomach. Closing your eyes, you can feel the life slipping away from you. It wouldn’t be long now.

“So many regrets,” the witch says, watching you. You glance at her and frown.

“Please stop reading my mind,” you tell her. She laughs lightly and crosses her arms.

“All those different scenarios…all those different plays…this was your favorite,” she says. You sigh and close your eyes again, trying to ignore her. “A normal, happy life. Completely domestic. Married and a baby on the way. You two could have really been happy.”

“I’m just gonna picture Dean killing you now, if that’s okay,” you tell her. She laughs as she sits in one of the chairs at the table.

“I don’t get it. You’re so obviously in love with him, enough to die for him now, but you never said anything. Never made a move,” she says. You groan and shake your head.

“This is not how I pictured the end,” you mumble. She watches you for a moment before waving her hand once again. The kitchen scene disappears and is replaced with a more familiar one. “This isn’t my room,” you comment. You were now resting in Dean’s bed in the bunker. She smiles from her chair across the room.

“You’d rather be in here and we both know it,” she says. You lean back against the headboard with a sigh and close your eyes, thinking about the last time you were really in here. Dean had been beaten up pretty bad on a hunt and you’d stayed the night with him, watching over him and taking care of his wounds. “This is getting sickening.”

“Well it’s still my mind for a few more minutes. I’ll think about whatever I want,” you tell her.

“You could at least picture him naked,” she mumbles causing you to actually laugh out loud. The laugh dies out quickly as you grimace, squeezing your eyes closed a little tighter. As you lose yourself in different memories, one flashes through your mind and you quickly tuck it away before she has a chance to see it too. It wasn’t a happy one. Dean was a demon, hunting you and Sam in the bunker. You’d taken refuge here in his bedroom, a place you knew was stocked with hidden weapons.

“Why didn’t you just kill me?” You ask, forcing yourself to sit up. She glances over at you and rolls her eyes.

“Loophole in the spell. I can inflict pain. I can cause injury but I have to drain the life from you slowly,” she explains as she checks her nails. You nod slightly and swing your legs over the side of the bed. “What are you doing?”

“I just want to stretch my legs,” you tell her. You knew your legs were too weak to support your weight and that’s what you were counting on at this point. “Spell seems complicated. Have you done it before?” You ask, trying to keep her talking so she wouldn’t be as focused on you. She sighs and lays her head back.

“Hundreds of times. I’ve been jumping bodies for centuries now. I’d lost my book in the last jump when I landed in this…child. Kaylee,” she sneers the name with disgust. You glance at her and frown.

“Not a fan of the name?”

“Much too modern,” she says, looking at her nails casually.

“And what do you prefer? Eve?” You question, earning a laugh. She glances over at you, smirking.

“Hardly.” She eyes you for a moment as you continue to gauge your strength. “Morcant was my given name. Of course, you people have modernized it. Morgan.”

“If you’ve done this so many times, why did you need the book?” You ask, standing up carefully. Your legs wobble beneath you. She sighs now, seemingly exasperated by your continued questioning.

“If you must know, it’s the source of my power. Without the book, I’ve got nothing,” she says. It’s only a moment before your legs give out, as you’d expected, and you collapse to the floor with a crash. The witch looks at you and starts to laugh, rising from her seat. “Not as strong as you’d thought, hmmm?” She taunts, dropping down next to you. Your hand slips under the bed and immediately comes into contact with something cold and metallic. You look up at her and smirk.

“No. But I’m strong enough,” you say before pulling the angel blade from under the bed. You drive the spike into her stomach and she screams out in agony.

“You bitch!!” She spits through gritted teeth. Something flashes in her eyes briefly before she smirks. She waves a hand and…

You sit up suddenly with a gasp and take in your surroundings. Six eyes are watching you closely, all shocked. Sam. Cas. Rowena. The pain surges through you suddenly and you let out an unearthly scream as you fall back into the pillows. You’re immediately aware of the body next to you. Despite the pain coursing through you, you realize that Dean is next to you, still unconscious.

“No,” you mumble, trying to reach for him. You hadn’t noticed Sam had left the room until he comes back.

“What’s that?” Cas asks. Sam uncaps the syringe and grabs your arm.

“Morphine. I took it from the hospital,” he tells him before stabbing it into your arm. It acts quickly, numbing the pain. You feel the pull to go back under and reach out for Sam, to ask him about Dean. He takes your hand in his but the drug takes its full effect before you can get the words out.

You come to some time later, groggy and confused. You aren’t in the bedroom anymore. Now, you’re in the dungeon, strapped to the chair in the center of the room. The pain is still very much present but it isn’t as bad as before, the morphine still working. The door to the dungeon opens and Sam steps into the room.

“Sam! Where’s Dean?” You ask. He watches you for a moment then looks down the hall.

“Rowena, she’s awake,” he calls out before stepping into the room fully.

“Did Dean wake up?” You ask, trying to pull against the restraints. The younger Winchester ignores your pleas, arms crossed over his chest. Rowena steps into the room now and walks over. She blows a fistful of powder into your face, causing you to cough. “The hell??” You gasp, triggering the pain in your side.

“Truth spell,” Sam explains. You stare at him for a moment before you nod, understanding.

“Please, hurry,” you beg. Sam waits for a moment, allowing the spell to take full effect. You groan in agony, hanging your head. “Sam, please.” Rowena looks at him and nods once.

“What’s your name?” Sam asks. Something rushes through you, a tingling sensation, as the spell works.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you tell him quickly. You can visibly see the relief wash over him.

“What happened?” He asks as he rushes over to untie your wrists.

“Got an angel blade from under Dean’s bed and stabbed her,” you explain. He frowns and nods. “Where’s Dean?”

“He hasn’t woken up yet,” he says. His words wash over you. That wasn’t possible.

“No. No, she was supposed to send him back,” you tell him. He looks at you and shakes his head slightly.

“What?” He asks.

“I made a deal with her. I’d give up if she sent him back. He…he disappeared,” you say, looking up at Rowena. Her brow furrows as she thinks this over.

“Did you see her die?” She asks. Sam gets you free from the chair and you move to stand quickly. Too quickly. You fall into Sam immediately and he wraps an arm around your waist to support you.

“No. I just…woke up,” you tell them. You begin to pale and Sam frowns.

“Alright, let’s get you back in bed,” he says, scooping you up into his arms quickly. You shake your head.

“No!! We have to get Dean back!!” You protest. Sam starts down the hall and glances back at Rowena.

“What do we do?” He asks. You groan and lay your head back, closing your eyes. The pain was coming back with a vengeance.

“This is tricky,” she says, shaking her head. Sam carries you back into the bedroom where Cas is examining Dean. The angel looks up from Dean’s still body and manages a small smile.

“It’s Y/N?” He asks. You look over at him and nod quickly before your eyes fall to Dean.

“Rowena, what happened?” You ask as Sam lays you on the bed once again.

“Could she have jumped to Dean? Could she control two bodies at once like that?” Sam asks, looking at the witch. You force yourself up onto your elbows to watch them.

“That would take…decades of practice,” she says, shaking her head.

“She has it!!” You tell them. They all look at you. “She said she’s been doing this for centuries. Jumping from body to body.” You gasp suddenly, remembering. “The book!!” You attempt to force yourself up from the bed but Sam reaches over, stopping you.

“What about it?”

“She said it’s the source of her power. Without it, she has nothing,” you explain as you try to sit up. Cas brings Sam another syringe of morphine and you frown at him. “No!! I have to help Dean!!”

“We’ll figure it out. You can’t even stand right now. Rest,” he tells you, but you shake your head defiantly.

“Send me back,” you say, looking at Rowena. “You sent Dean in. Now send me.”

“That’s too risky,” Cas says, frowning.

“I don’t care about the damn risk!! I have to get Dean back!!” You protest. Sam nods slightly.

“Okay. Yea. We’ll send you back. Just lay down. Let Rowena get the spell ready,” he says. You watch him for a moment before laying back against the bed once more. Your eyes land on Dean, next to you on the bed. He looks like he’s peacefully sleeping but you can only imagine what she’s doing to him. The slightest pinch in your arm draws your attention quickly. Sam empties the syringe into your arm as you stare in disbelief.

“You lied.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says, rising to his full height. Tears flood your eyes as you feel the drugs taking over once again. “We’ll destroy the book and you’ll both be fine.”

“I love him, Sam,” you cry.

“I know,” he says, brushing your hair from your face. “And you can tell him that as soon as you wake up.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead as the morphine pulls you under once again.

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Some time later, you come to once again, just as confused as the last time. This time you hadn’t been moved. You’re still lying in Dean’s bed only now you have a blanket draped over you and you’re completely alone. Sam, Cas, and Rowena were nowhere to be seen and Dean was no longer next to you. Carefully, you rise to an upright position, wincing only slightly at the pain in your side. A gunshot wound and broken ribs were not a good combination. Forcing your stiff limbs to move, you get your legs over the edge of the bed just as the bedroom door opens.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Dean asks. You break into a wide smile, and if you could, you’d run and tackle him.

“You’re okay!!” You proclaim. He laughs as he walks over.

“I’m always okay. You need to lay back down,” he tells you. Shaking your head quickly, you hold a hand out for him. He takes your hand in his and sits down next to you on the bed. “You need more medicine?” He asks as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“I don’t want to go back to sleep right now. I’ve been out for long enough,” you say. He laughs lightly and nods before dropping a kiss to the top of your head.

“It’s good to see you awake,” he says, his voice soft.

“Could say the same for you,” you tell him. He lets out a small laugh drawing you to look up at him now. “What was it?”

“She did pretty good. Had me think I woke up just before she finished you off. Guess she wanted to see if I actually could kill you,” he says, his eyes set on some far off point. Taking his face in your hands gently, you pull him back to look at you.

“Hey. Whatever happened, whatever you did, it wasn’t real, okay? I’m fine,” you tell him, but he shakes his head quickly.

“I couldn’t do it,” he confesses. “I thought if I knew it wasn’t you, if I knew you were gone, I’d be able to put my feelings aside but…” He trails off and you bite at your lip. “We need to have a talk about that will of yours too because that is too much pressure.”

“Will?” You ask, eyes widening. Oh God. “You mean…”

“Arnold showed up. Gave me your letter,” he tells you. Staring at him, your mind races. He read the letter. The letter you’d written at a very dark time, spilling your heart onto paper just for him.

“You really weren’t supposed to see that,” you mumble. Dean laughs lightly and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Then maybe you should be a little more careful about what spells you get put under,” he teases. You laugh at this and shake your head.

“She’s dead, right?” You ask. He nods quickly.

“Burst into flames right in front of me,” he says. “They burned the book out here, so she…” He makes an exploding motion with his hands, complete with sound effects. You nod your head slightly. “You don’t seem as excited about that as I thought you would?”

“Nothing feels different. I was hoping I’d be able to feel that this was real, to know she was gone, but…” You’re cut off abruptly by Dean’s lips against yours. It’s a gentle and chaste kiss only lasting long enough to shut you up.

“That feel real?” He asks. You swallow thickly and nod, unable to speak. That kiss was different from the ones in your dreams. His lips were more chapped than they had been in your mind. There was whiskey on his breath.

“That letter…” You say, trying to refocus your mind from the kiss. “I was in a pretty dark place and…”

“You’re the best part of my life too,” he interjects. “You’re…everything to me.” Your heart swells at his words. It wasn’t much but it was all you needed to hear. You immediately pull him back into another kiss.

This time, neither of you hold back, allowing every ounce of your repressed feelings to come to the surface. Your dreams couldn’t even begin to compare to the way his touch set your skin on fire as his fingers grazed just below your shirt. He leans in closer, an attempt to lay you back on the bed. You let out a soft, pained gasp as you pull away from him.

“Easy,” you mutter, trying to catch your breath. His eyes widen immediately.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. You laugh lightly and shake your head.

“Give me a few weeks to heal up, then you can get carried away,” you tease. He smiles widely before resting his forehead against yours.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he says. You press your lips to his once again, softly. Despite the pain emanating from various places on your body, you’d call this moment perfect. You’d even go as far as to say it was…a dream come true.

The End

Thank you so much to everyone who has enjoyed the story!! I hope the ending was satisfying!! A special thanks to everyone below…

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no offense, but how the hell are you gonna be in the everymanhybrid fandom when you get upset over people liking HABIT. "GRRR HES AWFUL AND HE SUCKS!!!" wow, really? hoooly shit. i wouldve NEVER guessed that. its not like we all watched the same series or anything!

hes fiction. he isnt real. he didnt ACTUALLY cause harm to people. he IS awful and he DOES suck yeah, thats all very true, but hes an important part of the series. hes quite literally what makes the series THE SERIES. a lot of emh REVOLVES AROUND HIM. if you just removed him from the lore, it would no longer make any sense.

people are allowed to like fucked up characters, that alone does not make them bad people. im sure even the people who complain about HABIT have liked other fucked up characters in the past. its not like by enjoying the character you support their actions or anything. thats like saying people into creepypasta and horror movies support murdering innocent people, and we all know thats not true.

genuinely, if seeing people make content of HABIT upsets you so much, maybe this series isnt for you? just a thought. im not saying people arent allowed to dislike HABIT. hes quite literally MEANT to be hated, buuut getting all worked up over his existence and people simply liking him is ridiculous. how about we throw that energy at the people who like ACTUAL REAL LIFE SERIAL KILLERS instead. THOSE people are genuine freaks of nature. i know we can all agree on that, unless of course you are one of those people. then yikes! fuck off.

#sai rambles 🐇#HABIT #slenderverse #everymanhybrid #long post SORRY #feel free to block me over this idc

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muddy-water-1997 · 1 day

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𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌

𝖳𝖶: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾?

Chapter 23 - An Arrangement

It had been a few weeks since that night in your apartment, and things had gradually cooled. Although you hadn't had direct contact with Seungmin, Chan ensured you stayed busy by dragging you to dance practice to keep you from going stir-crazy. While there was no way you could keep up with the group's rigorous routines, it was fun to try. Hyunjin spent hours patiently trying to teach you the simplest choreography, but it always ended with you doubling over in laughter. He was convinced you were purposely messing up, only to realise you truly had no rhythm.

Chan also brought you to the studio with 3RACHA, trying to show you the basics of producing and letting you watch the creative process unfold. Changbin thought getting you into the recording booth would be hilarious, attempting to teach you Korean and how to sing simultaneously. Predictably, it went as well as expected, with the four of you ending up in fits of laughter whenever you mispronounced something, inadvertently giving the lyrics a completely different meaning.

It was nice to hang out with Chris and the group like friends, without the looming threat of a media scandal. Chan maintained regular contact with the company execs, trying to gauge how the situation was unfolding back home and how likely it was that you'd be able to return. A part of you didn’t want to leave anytime soon; things had never been better. However, there was one aspect that felt off—Chris.

Despite the fun and camaraderie, Chris hadn't made the slightest move on you since that night, which felt strange. You were used to the intense affection and attention from the guys, and the abrupt shift from 100 to 0 was jarring. Chris wanted to take things slow, but after three weeks of dates and loving gestures, he hadn't confessed his feelings or tried to be intimate. You missed the connection, the physical and emotional intimacy that had once been so intense.

It left you in a state of confusion and longing, wondering why he was holding back and if he felt the same aching void you did. The uncertainty gnawed at you, making the days blur together in a mix of joy and frustration. Despite the laughter and lighthearted moments, the absence of his touch and the unspoken words weighed heavily on your heart.

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“Hey, babe?” Chris called from the sofa of your apartment into the kitchen, where you were preparing some snacks for the movie night you had planned. While the movie was a good front, there was a real reason you had invited him here tonight. You wanted to cut the bullshit. Sure, the comeback was around the corner, but it had been three weeks since Seungmin had cornered you in your apartment and three weeks since Chris said he liked you and wanted to take things slow. You’d been patient; you’d been the perfect non-girlfriend-girlfriend to him, but besides the odd cute nickname, he treated you more like a mate than someone he had actual feelings for.

“Give me a sec, Chris,” you called back, emphasising his name instead of the usual Chan, Channie, or Babe, hoping it would signal the seriousness of why he was really here.

You took a deep breath, gathered the snacks on a tray, and entered the living room. Chris was lounging comfortably, but there was a slight tension in his eyes as he watched you approach. Setting the tray down on the coffee table, you turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Chris," you began, your voice steady but soft, "we need to talk."

“That’s almost as bad as calling me Christopher,” he laughed lightly. You smiled, trying to keep the conversation light despite the weight in your heart.

“What’s going on?” he asked gently, taking your hand in his.

“It’s been three weeks…” you began, your voice low. His expression shifted to one of understanding.

“Are you horny?” he asked with a chuckle, and your eyes widened in shock.

“No! I mean, yes, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make,” you said, playfully hitting his shoulder. “I’m starting to wonder if you’re regretting what you said that night,” you added tentatively.

“Regret it?” he repeated, his eyes full of concern as he shifted closer to you. “Regret telling you that I’m falling for you? Baby, no! Why would you even think that?”

“Apart from the occasional nickname and hand-holding, you haven’t really tried to ask me out or even get close to me…” you mumbled, your eyes flickering to where your hands were intertwined. “If you see me as more of a friend, that’s okay! I’d just rather know so I can protect my own heart.” You say with a sad smile.

“Y/N, look at me,” Chris pressed, and you lifted your eyes to meet his. “You’re right; I haven’t been as involved as I should have been. After that night with Seungmin and seeing how you’ve been with everyone since then, I could tell that part of you might be unable to give up what you had with the rest of the boys.” He brought a hand up to your face, caressing your cheek tenderly.

“I’d give it all up for you,” you said, leaning into his hand, savouring the touch, the most intimate you had been in weeks.

“I know you would, beautiful, but I want you to be happy too,” he said softly, his thumb stroking your cheek gently. “So I’ve been distant because I’ve had to think long and hard about what to do.”

“Are you going to leave me?” you asked, your eyes sad and searching his.

“No, baby, not at all,” he reassured you, his voice low and steady. “I was thinking that maybe we could come to an arrangement?”

“An arrangement?” you echoed, confused.

Chris took a deep breath. “I want us to be together, truly together. But I also understand that you have a connection with the other guys. What if we find a way to balance everything, to make sure you’re happy and fulfilled without losing what we have?”

“So I get to have you, and we can play around with the others if we feel like it?” you asked, needing clarification.

“Yeah, essentially. But there would have to be some ground rules moving forward because, for all intents and purposes, you are mine. I’m nice enough to share with the others, only for your pleasure.” He said the words with such certainty, and you closed your eyes, savouring the possessiveness and affection in his voice.

“I’m yours,” you repeated, opening your eyes before crashing your lips onto his.

The kiss was intense, filled with all the pent-up emotions and longing you had felt over the past weeks. Chris pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go. He swiftly picked you up, your lips never leaving his skin as your legs wrapped around his body, and he walked you into the bedroom.

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Laying you on the bed, he continued his assault on your lips.

“Since you’re mine, I get to enjoy you alone,” Chris murmured, his eyes dark with desire. The shift in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel yourself getting wet from just the way he was looking at you. Finally, after three weeks, you were going to feel him.

“All yours, baby,” you confirmed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chris pressed another passionate kiss against your lips, his hands roaming your body with reverence. He treated you gently like you were made of the finest china, his touch worshipful. Each caress sent waves of pleasure through you, making your breath hitch.

He slowly undressed you as if unwrapping a precious gift, taking his time with each article of clothing. His fingers traced the curves of your body, lingering over every inch of skin revealed. The intensity of his gaze made you feel cherished and adored.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion and desire. His hands continued exploring slowly, setting your skin ablaze with every touch.

You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch, craving more. “Chris...”

“Shh, baby,” he soothed, kissing a path down your neck. “I want to savor this.”

His lips followed the trail his hands had made, leaving a path of fire in their wake. When he finally had you completely bare, he took a moment to admire you, his eyes drinking in every detail.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, and you felt your heart swell with love and desire.

He joined you in your nakedness, his body pressing against yours, skin to skin. The feeling was electrifying, a perfect blend of intimacy and lust. As he settled between your legs, his eyes met yours, and you saw the depth of his emotions there.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Wanted you.”

“Then take me,” you urged your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

You didn’t have to ask him twice. Chris ran his cock through your folds, covering himself in your slick before pushing into you gently. Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pushed more of himself in.

“So perfect, so tight,” he growled, and you pulled his face down to meet your lips, desperate to have as much of him on you as possible. When he had finally buried himself to the hilt, you took a moment to adjust to his size while he kissed your neck, leaving little marks to make it known you were his.

“Chris…” you arched your back slightly, desperate to feel some friction.

“That’s not my name, princess,” he chuckled against your neck.

“Baby, please…” you corrected yourself, attempting to move yourself on his cock, causing his breath to hitch.

“Good girl,” he praised before he started moving at a slow pace. This wasn’t a quick fuck; he wanted to make love to you, to show you how much he truly treasured you. “God, you’re going to be the death of me. How am I ever going to leave this bed?” he growled, picking up his pace slightly.

You moaned, your body responding to his every touch, every thrust. His slow, deliberate movements were driving you wild, each one bringing you closer to the edge. Chris’s hands roamed your body, caressing your breasts, your hips, every part of you that he could reach.

“Chris… I need more,” you begged, your voice breathy with desire.

“Anything for you, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He picked up the pace, his hand finding your clit and rubbing slow, agonising circles as his thrusts became more intense, more urgent.

Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust brought you closer to that blissful edge. Chris’s name fell from your lips like a prayer, your hands clutching at his back, desperate to hold on to this moment.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

His words pushed you over the edge, and you came undone around him, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. Chris followed soon after, his own release intense and powerful. He held you close, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss as you both came down from the high.

As you lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, you felt a sense of completeness, of being exactly where you were meant to be. Chris brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

“I love you, girlfriend”, he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I love you too, boyfriend”, you replied, your heart full.

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌! 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

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buttercuparry · 2 days

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Now that I have slept on it, I feel like I can talk about Ming. I don't really have anything new to say that others haven't said before, but this is just me assembling my thoughts. So it is kind of long

Ming has issues. He has issues that he has never worked on and it manifests in the worst possible way, especially when he feels jealousy. He is used to throwing money at people and them complying to his wishes- he had someone prepare a separate van for him during the ad shoot, people on crew seem to comply to his wishes regardless of what it would mean for the project, he is sure that he can make the new guy act as an escort for him- so you know the usual entitled rich guy stuff but now notched up higher.

Like I said, Ming as a person hasn't changed. And the show isn't trying to have an argument against that either. Rather everything that's happened in the "after" scenes reiterates that while his affections have found a new home, there has been no personal growth. There won't be any redemption- it is what it is.

There also won't be an escalation to Ming being a full on sadist. He isn't a character from Strangers From Hell, he isn't Hannibal. There is nothing of that sort. If anything, he is just like every other abusive and overbearing partner in a relationship. Only in shows like Marry my husband, we get to see the female lead overcoming them, but here we have our protagonist get back with Ming, because something works by the end I guess. It is a standard BL and it will stick to its format and people who are enjoying this show, know all of this and watching it for what it is.

So I don't have a problem with all the "romantic" scenes. I don't think the show is deliberately trying to make you feel sorry for Ming- it is going only as far as it needs to get Joe back into accepting him. So it is more for Joe, the character than about the audience.

Now in the storyline this means that we have Ming who is very reserved around other people, talking only as far as to give an order and that's it. I don't think most characters see the worst of him and it is because he just isn't bothered about anyone outside of those he considers important. So he will be considerate and kind to May. He will give Tong the respect of a brother in law as per the culture that's common to so many Asian countries and he will be his most hateful self with Joe.

I think Ming does suspect that both these people are the same person. We have seen the preview and even this episode starts with an interrogation about the date of the accident and if Joe dreams about anyone. So in Ming's head there is something going on that's no less than a plot of an action movie. Maybe memory loss and plastic surgery...really who knows, anything except for the soul transmigration.

So we see the Ming who locked Joe up in jealousy and the Ming who would have forced himself on Joe out of jealousy. This remains the same. The only difference here is Joe, and he is done with Ming's bullshit. He is done with Ming questioning him about Tharn. He is done with Ming questioning him about working with Sol and what not. The contract Joe entered was about having sex with Ming, which is why he said " I am your dog, aren't I. Come on ask me for the paw then" So basically you bought me for sex, force yourself on me then, I can't do anything about it. But not this...he didn't sign up for this jealousy when he thinks he is once again a Tong stand in.

I will be honest. I do not empathize or sympathize with Ming. I cannot get behind the rhetoric of him being a hurt, broken boy. He drove his lover to death because of his jealousy ( he accepts this), mourns this but then does something horrible to the guy he suspects having some connection to his dead boyfriend because of jealousy.

My question is when the truth is revealed- what happens then? Because Ming wouldn't suddenly turn into a new leaf. So would they be having a conversation? Or would this be something hanging uncertainty over the relationship for eternity.

Would Joe be into it, if he realizes that all of this has been for him and not Tong...

( I know, I know, no need to boo at me for the last line- I am just thinking out loud here).

#my stand in #my stand in the series #ming #mingjoe

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now-you-sound-like-a-jedi · 3 days

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Found out tonight that my colleague who I talk about Star Wars with every time we're on the same shift is one of those Star Wars fans :/

We were talking about The Acolyte and he said he wasn't going to watch it because he's "fed up of all the woke nonsense" (as someone who actually has watched it, is the "woke nonsense" in the room with us??)

He later clarified that he meant specifically that there isn't a white guy in the main cast. Like, dude... you realise that every movie in the damn franchise is literally full of white guys right?? I'm sure you can cope without one for a single fucking series

#he was also mad about that one throwaway line about osha and mae's mums #he says there'll be pronouns in it before long #like boy do i have some bad news for you about how the english language works...#i've never met one of these people in person before... i didn't think people actually said this shit off the internet #star wars #star wars discourse #the acolyte

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Friends with Benefits

Pairing: Steve x Reader Word count: 1,022 Request: Anonymous. Insecure Steve x Reader friends with benefits and Steve wants more but he’s so sure that reader wants a more ‘not boring’ guy

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Pulling your shirt over your head, you didn’t see how Steve looked at you. Like you were the most beautiful woman in the world. As soon as your head was through, he schooled his features. “You know you can just stay here.” He reminded you. He told you that nearly every time you were in his room to hook up. Always hoping you’d agree. Just once.

You leaned over and pecked his cheek. “I like my bed.” You said playfully. “Besides, I think they would notice if I walked out of your room in the morning and not my own. Then they’re gonna think something entirely different.” The two of you had been friends with benefits for a few months now, and it was working well. “Do you really want our friends, and teammates, to think we’re dating?” You asked as you grabbed your pants.

“No.” He lied easily, watching you pull on your jeans. Of course he wanted to date you! He just didn’t think you’d want him the same way. He felt he was too boring for you. You were so upbeat, always on the move, always looking for a new adventure. Which was how you came to live with them in the first place. Why would you want to date someone more laid back like him?

“I’ll see you for movie night tomorrow night?” You asked once you were fully dressed. Steve was still in bed, the blanket up to his waist, leaning on his elbow, hair a mess. In short, you wanted to climb right back in that bed with him and go another round. “I think it’s Sam’s turn to pick.” You mused, wondering what he would pick.

He wondered why he wouldn’t see you the rest of the day, but didn’t ask. “I’ll be there.” He smiled. “Have a good night.”

“Night, Stevie.” You waved before heading out. Next time the two of you would likely meet up in your room. It worked out to take turns. Overnights weren’t something that you did in this arrangement. You had your fun, and went back to your own rooms. Sure, you would have enjoyed a night curled up with the handsome man, but you didn’t want to blur lines between what this was, and feelings. If you got too attached, you’d be the one hurt. You wanted to avoid that at all costs.

Hearing his door click shut, he sighed and rolled to his back. “Crap.” He groaned, putting his arm over his eyes. Could he do this much longer? The longer this went on, the harder he’d fall for you. The harder he fell, the more this would hurt when it ended.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later when the pair of you were on a mission together that things seemed to shift. “So, I hear you have a date with one of the agents?” You glanced at him, your tone betraying you. You’d heard people talking about it, and hated how that made you feel.

He raised an eyebrow at you. The two of you were packing up after everything was complete, and you’d be home in just under 12 hours. “Uh, yeah.” He shrugged. “Day after we get back. Had to reschedule it.” He told you honestly.

Licking your lips, you gave him a tight smile. “Well, I hope you have fun.” You half lied. You wanted him happy, you just wished it was with you. Zipping up your bag, you put it over your shoulder. You’d head to your room, take a hot shower, and then eat ice cream right out of the container.

“Why do I get the feeling that you don’t mean that?” He asked, gently grabbing your arm. “Talk to me.” He furrowed his brows, confused. What the two of you had was just sex. You were friends who happened to sleep together. Why did he get the impression you were pissed? He had every right to go on a date.

You shook your head. “Doesn’t matter.” You shrugged. “Let’s just get home. Okay?” You tried to tug your arm from him, but he held it tighter. “Steve...” You sighed, not looking at him.

His jaw clenched slightly. “I don’t like being lied to.” He said seriously.

You shot him a weak glare. “I like you, okay?!” You snapped, finally wrenching free. “I like you as more than just a friend, but that’s all we’ll be. So, go on your stupid date with the stupid agent.” You muttered, trying to pull away again. “Just let me go to my room.”

Steve stared at you, in shock. “You like me?” He managed. His voice was full of surprise, like he couldn't believe what he’d just heard.

“I just said that, didn’t I?” You rolled your eyes. “I get it, this is just a fuck-buddy situation, and now I just ruined that.” You let out a sigh. That was fun while it lasted.

“I thought I’d be too ‘boring’ for you to like.” He blushed lightly, and you found it adorable. “I like you, too.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Can I take you out instead of that agent? I only agreed because Wanda insisted.” He admitted. “Said I needed to have some fun.” He explained. “That I should loosen up and start dating.”

You giggled at that. “If she only knew how much fun we have.” There was a smirk on your face. “I guess we can start sleeping over.” You put your hands on his waist. “No more slipping away right afterwards.”

He grinned. “Means I can wake you up in the middle of the night, too.” He flirted, voice low. It was clear what he was talking about.

“And what if I want to wake you up?” You asked, already getting ideas.

“I would not argue with that.” He chuckled, pulling you to him. “So, is this just going on a date, or are we dating?” Steve wanted to be on the same page.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Steve Rogers, will you be my boyfriend?” You asked happily.

“I’d be more than happy to.”

#steve x reader #steve rogers x reader

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