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shaylixie · 10 months

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Going Home

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader

Requested: No.

Part 2

Summary: Chan and Y/n get into a fight, causing one of them to leave.

Warnings / Contains: Language; toxic behaviour.

A/N: The way I write this shit but I'd never act like this irl lmao...I'd like to believe I'd be a lot healthier about it but hey, do it for the angst amirite? Enjoy! 💗

You come home and take your shoes off at the door of your apartment, feeling defeated after yet another shitty day at work. The past month has been hell - work has been so hectic and insane and you barely got a breather. To make things worse, Chan was having his own struggles too, and you hardly had time for each other...which you thought would have made the little time you spent together more special, but it just felt strained. It was getting late, and you desperately needed a hot bath and a meal. The first proper one of the day - that muffin from the morning did a good job sustaining you, but you really really needed something more.

You walked in to the kitchen to find Chan sitting at the table with takeout - God, you completely forgot.

"Channie, hi. Fuck! I'm so sorry, baby. Work finished later than planned and I completely forgot and...are you mad?"

He gave you a tight smile. "It's okay, y/n. I know how things are. The food is cold now though...we should warm it up."

You sighed and sat down at the table. "I feel like shit, Chan. I really am sorry. Why didn't you eat without me?"

"You know I'd never do that," Chan says. "Hey, you're here now. Let's just eat, okay?"

You have a feeling he's trying to appear less hurt than he is, but you dish out the food anyway for both of you and heat it up. You eat together in silence, trying to ignore the slight tension in the air. Afterwards, you get up to wash the dishes and Chan finally speaks up.

"How was your day?"

You can tell he's trying to ignore the tension in the room and move past it, so you do your best to do the same, while remaining as honest as possible.

You sigh. "It was shit. Again."

"I'm sorry," Chan replies.

"It's okay. Not your fault. Anyway. I'm gonna go shower, okay?"

He clears his throat. "Yeah, sure. Let me know if you need anything."

You kiss his cheek and make your way to the bathroom.

When you get into bed, Chan is turned the other way, already asleep...or so you think. You switch the bedside light off and turn to sleep too. It's silent for a while until Chan turns over and runs a hand down your side, stopping at your hip. He presses against you then, and you feel exactly why he's still awake. But after the shitty day - no, month - that you've had, you just don't have it in you. You ignore it, and act like you're asleep. Maybe not the healthiest move, but you're too exhausted to think about it too much.

"Baby?" Chan whispers. "You awake?"

"No," you reply.

He sighs then and flops onto his back, letting out a sigh of defeat. After a few moments, he shakes your arm and then turns to put his bedside light on.

"Y/n, can we talk?" he asks, tone firmer than usual.

"Can it wait?"

"No, no I don't think it can."

You sit up then.

"What going on with us?" he finally asks after weeks of wondering.

"What do you mean?" you ask, knowing but wanting him to elaborate more.

"You mean you haven't noticed? God, we haven't talked in ages. I mean a real conversation. Everything always feels like a string is about to snap...the constant tension...I can't stand it. I don't even know what's happening." It's as though a valve opened, and now everything is pouring out. "Look...you're busy, I get that. But I am too - yet I'm trying, y/n. It feels like you aren't. You come home late. You never come by me anymore...not to the studio, not to my place. It's been what, a month? Maybe more? It feels like more. We don't talk, we don't touch...when's the last time we even had sex? It's like you don't want to even touch me anymore. I don't know if I did something but I don't know what to do anymore. I'm trying...and it feels...it feels like you aren't. Like you haven't been for a while."

He waits for your response, and you feel tears pricking the back of your eyes. Which makes you frustrated...which makes you angry.

"What the fuck do you want me to do, Chris?!"

He's taken aback by your sudden burst of anger.

"I'm tired. Okay? I'm fucking exhausted. I-I don't even know what to do myself. I barely sleep. Or eat. I'm stressed all the time. I feel like I don't even have time for myself let alone you and now what, it's my fault? Fuck this."

You get up from bed and leave the room. Chan sits for a while in stunned silence. What just happened? Fuck it, he's pissed too now.

He follows after you. "Really, y/n? You're gonna take this shit out on me? I'm trying to help us - get us out of whatever the fuck you got us into - and you what, just explode on me? I'm trying to fix us!"

"And what if you can't, Chris?! What if this can't be fixed?"

He looks at you like you just cussed him in 3 different languages. "You really think that?"

"Fucking maybe!"

He laughs a humourless laugh and then shakes his head at you.

"That's all I needed to hear. Fuck this."

He grabs his keys and slips on his shoes, slamming the door behind him and leaving you alone in the dark flat, the tears finally falling down your cheeks.

It's been hours and you still can't sleep. You sob thinking about your fight with Chan; about what you said; what you insinuated. Was it really beyond fixing? You think about what Chan said. He's right...you haven't been making time for him. You haven't spoken the way you used to in what feels like a while. You haven't touched each other lovingly or sexually in a minute and you've ignored his every advance. And he had been trying...Chan was just as stressed out. His deadlines were all coming up and he was suffering with writer's block and he had an appearance soon and the Kids were behind and and and. Yet he still made time for you. Even if it was small. He still came to your place almost every night, even if it was after you fell asleep. He still made sure you ate and he checked in when he could and he always tried to act like things were okay, even if they weren't. He never wanted to add onto your stress. God. You were a dick. You don't deserve him, you think, crying harder. And the cherry on top? In a few days, you'll finally have a break. So much for that now.

It's been 3 heartaching days since the fight with Chan. You haven't spoken in that time, but you can't say it's his fault. The day after, neither of you spoke. The next day, he sent you a message. "Can we talk?" You ignored it. He called that same night, but you declined. He got the message. The third day, he called 4 times. You ignored all the calls. You knew what you had to do.

At 4am that morning, you woke up and started getting ready. You got out of the shower and dressed, hair still wet, when you heard urgent knocking at your door. You opened it, only to see Chan - bags under his slightly red, puffy eyes and hair dishevelled. Your own face probably looked the same.

"Y/n, can we talk? Please?" He paused as if finally noticing you were dressed and your hair was wet. "Where are you going?"

You sighed. "Home," you said in a small voice.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "But you're already home?"

You looked down, and then back at him.

"I mean home Chan...as in South Africa. I'm going back."

He stopped breathing. "What?"

"This isn't working out, Chan. I don't...I don't deserve you. My flight is in 2 hours. I need to get to the airport now. I'll be gone for a while but I have to come back to decide what happens next. Maybe we can talk then."

You move to close the door on him, but he stops you.

"What- You're ending things?"

Now it was your turn to be confused. "Didn't that happen 3 days ago?"

"Y/n, no. It was just a stupid fight! It doesn't mean anything. Don't do this, please. We can work things out. Cancel the flight. Please. Baby...please."

You feel your eyes sting with fresh tears, and you turn to walk to your bedroom to get your things, knowing that trying to get Chan to leave is useless. As you suspected, he follows you and stands behind you as you go to grab a jacket, ignoring your wet hair now. No point drying it while he's here...you had to get out as soon as possible. You go to grab your suitcases, trying painfully hard not to look at Chan whose face is streaked with tears too. You deposit the suitcases at your front door and slip on your shoes, making sure you have everything. Chan watches you do all this, still in shock, as though he doesn't believe any of it is real...like it's just one big nightmare.

"You have to go now, Chan," you sigh. "Or at least, I have to. I can't miss this flight. I'll see you around."

You turn to walk out the door but you stop when you feel his hands wrap around your calves. Looking down, Chan is on his knees, the same way he's been so many times before for you, but so so different now.

"Please," he croaks. He's sobbing now, and he drops his head against your leg. "I'll do anything. Please just don't go. You want me to beg? I'll beg! Please, y/n. I'll make things right...I'll fix this. I'll fix us. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fuck things up between us...I'm so so sorry, baby. I love you so much...please, please...please, baby. Please."

You're sobbing too now. You kneel down, facing him, and take his face in your hands, wiping his tears. In between shuddering breaths, you say, "That's the thing, Chan. You don't have to fix anything. You weren't the one that broke it...that was all me. I don't deserve you, Channie. Maybe I did once, but not anymore. You deserve someone better." You cry harder at the thought of him with someone else. Composing yourself enough to talk, you add, "You deserve someone who can love you where I failed to...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby." You kiss his forehead.

"That's bullshit, y/n! I know you love me. And it's enough! It's enough for me. Look, a lot of shit has just been happening to us but we can fix it. Okay? Just give us a chance. Fuck anyone else - I don't want anyone else. I want YOU! You're all I've ever wanted and I'll never-" He breaks down sobbing again. "I'll never want anyone besides you. You hear me? Stay. Stay for me, baby. Please."

You both break down even more then, foreheads against each other. You stay like that for a while before you glimpse the time. You still had to drive to the airport and check in your luggage and board and-. You had to leave. You move to stand, pulling Chan up with you. You hug him, and eventually force yourself to let go.

"If it's meant to be...it'll be. Yeah?" you say.

Chan just sniffs in response, fresh tears brewing.

"I'll see you when I get back and then...well, we can see from there. Okay?"

"So it's not over?" he asks.

You kiss his cheek and hand him your key. "Lock up for me?"

You grab your suitcases and make your way to the car, leaving a heartbroken, devastated Chan behind.

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defensepunk · 10 months

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I can't tell you how badly I wanna deny Miguel of his orgasm, I'm borderline farel at this point.

Love thinking about making him shake and whimper from overstimulation all because you put your thumb pad over his slit or stop touching him until he goes soft when you notice he's getting close, then rinsing and repeating for as long as it takes for him to break.

And I mean BREAK, not one sound he makes can be traced back to any dictionary. The only movement he can make at that point is shaking uncontrollably, he can't even arch his back anymore.

Miguel left drooling, crying, limp, and insane in my bed... what a world 🥰

Break

(oh anon, you have inspired me!)

Tags include: dominant male reader, sub Miguel O'Hara, edging, overstimulation, bondage

Enjoy!

"C- can't! Can't take any more, please-!" The two of you had been at this (this being your edging session) for hours. Miguel made such a pretty picture underneath you: restrained, teary-eyed, mouth slack and panting. "Mm, I don't know, princess," you tease, "You're still using your words. I thought I told you we would go until you couldn't do that anymore, right?" Miguel, your darling Miguel, nodded as frantically as he was able, back arching as your hand gripped his cock (too tight, too tight) for just a moment before gently sliding your thumb over his leaking slit. What a pretty mess he was making. But it still wasn't enough to satisfy. So you left him with a quick kiss and took your hands off of him entirely. "Wha-" he began, before remembering how you wanted him: speechless. You gently shushed him anyways. "Gonna be good for me, Miguel?" A drawn out moan was your only response. And slowly, so slowly, Miguel went soft again, even slower tears leaking from his eyes the entire time. And then your hand was stroking his cock again. This time Miguel practically howled, muscles straining and shaking and, oh, how you loved to see him like this, but you still wanted more. You wanted everything, so you continued to work your deft fingers along his aching, leaking cock until he was on the brink of another (sure to be failed) orgasm. And when you denied him again? Oh, his sobs were delectable. At this point he couldn't even push into your touch, all he could do was shake as his muscles spasmed from the stimulation. "Good boy, my sweet princess. This time, I'll let you come, okay? You've just been so good for me, yeah?" You crooned, and Miguel groaned softly in acknowledgement. He was soft again, still shaking, as your hand wrapped around him again, and he was no longer just shaking, he was twitching from the pure sensation. You worked him over, never settling into a predictable rhythm, never giving him a chance to relax, and oh the sounds he made for you. High whines, moans, gasps, all of them were pure music to you as they poured out of Miguel's slack, waiting mouth. He was absolutely broken for you, and you knew it wouldn't take much for him to cum now. "Hey baby," you whisper, close to his ear, "Next time I'll use the vibrator, the one with the app, yeah? And I'll tie you onto it so it's right on your dick, and then I'll leave you there. What do you think?" You asked, not expecting a verbal response. The response you received was entirely physical as Miguel let out a choked noise and finally (finally!) came, practically screaming as his sobs ripped through him, shaking all the while. Later, after you had taken care of him, he looked at you and asked, so very shyly, "So.. the vibrator?"

#male reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #nsft #spiderverse #sub miguel o'hara #x reader

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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hello~ how would zhongli be with a bunny hybrid reader that’s frequently in heat? i love your writing!

And I love you for loving my writing!

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Bunny!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, heat cycle, breeding kink, pregnancy mention, mating press, creampie, mating marks

A/N: I love getting Zhongli asks, he's such a hot man how can I not think about him all the time?

Being constantly in heat also means you being constantly in need for Zhongli to be close and touching you

Of course due to his work he can't exactly be around you all day as much as he would like to

Instead he lets you wear his shirts, and often nothing else, when you're in heat

Wait for him, he'll satisfy you as soon as he gets home, every need you have he'll take care of, take good care of you

There are some days when he lets you accompany him to work, "Just to be clear, me bringing you here does not mean a full day of sex. I know you need it darling, I can smell your lust. You could always help me finish faster you know. What, no wait- not like- hmn."

Ah but you can't help yourself, you need him, even if it's just a little taste of him

"No." He grips you by your hair and pulls you off his cock, "You will listen. You will behave. You're here because I wanted to give you a treat later. But you're not behaving as you should. Just for that I'm gonna make you squirm my darling. You clearly need to be taught a lesson in self control."

His lesson consisted of you having to sit perfectly still on the couch, with your hands where he could see them so he knows you're not doing anything with them

It was driving you insane, the burning ache between your legs that could only be satiated by Zhongli

He could see, and smell, how horny and desperate you were for him

When he finally set the pen down and stretched your ears perked up, "Alright." He snapped his fingers, "Come here my little bunny."

He put a lot of emphasis on the word my

You were in his lap in a hop and skip, your ass perfectly planted on his thighs, your legs spread and leaving a stain on his pants

"See? I knew you could listen. Oh look at my cute bunny. So needy that you're shaking." His hand closed around your tail and he gave it a tug, eliciting a high moan from you, "What do you need? Tell me what I can do for you."

Anything really. As long it involved his cock in any of your holes you'd take anything

Zhongli was strict sometimes but he wasn't cruel, he made you wait, now he wanted to make sure it was worth your while

His naked cock met your wet folds and you couldn't help but hump against him as you whimpered and moaned his name in increasingly higher tones

You've been teased enough, now he'll give you what you want, he'll bend you over the desk and breed you like the slutty woman you are, your his slut, his amusement, his fucktoy, his lover, his everything

And he makes sure you know it by the way he enters you in one smooth, hard thrust

You're already coming, so needy and bucking your hips back in search for more friction, "Hmm, what a good girl, welcoming my cock with an orgasm. I wonder just how many I can drag out of you before you're nothing but a hole for me to use and fuck." Zhongli was never much into talk like this but he discovered how much you like to be talked to like this so he was willing to compromise if you were

"I will make you feel so good, you're going to forget your own name by the time I'm done. But you'll still be coming and squeezing my cock because you need it so badly. Because that heat ridden brain of yours can't think about anything else." He keeps you in a state of constant orgasms, when one trails off another one is already building up again

He won't stop either, you're having just as much of an effect on him as he is on you

You feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside of you as he presses down on you to bite at your neck, his cum flooding and filling up your pussy again and again

He's not even soft for very long, even while he is he still keeps his cock snug inside your warmth, taking the time to kiss your neck, your back, to run his hands gently over your body and through your hair, "How was that darling? It is easier for you now? I'll keep going don't you worry, but you need to give your body a little break. I do not want to break you for real despite my words. Can you take it easy for me? You've seen what happens when you listen."

You hummed in delight and leaned into him

He slipped out of you for just a few seconds to turn you around and carry you onto the couch instead, during the short strides he managed to shove his cock right back in to which you reacted beautifully and laid your head against his chest as he sat down and let you take a break

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin smut #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli imagines #zhongli smut #zhongli x female reader

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sofiareidings · 7 months

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I'm Not Yours

Summary: You're getting over a breakup and meet a cute guy on a case, what you didn't realise was that your best friend has been waiting for years. Warning: Swearing

A/N: I'm sorry my post is so late!! I had it queued up to post at 9am like normal and then it didn't?? And then I had a math test so I couldn't go on my phone or anything, AND THEN HALF THE STORY JUST DISSAPPEARED SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT?!?!? It has been quite the hassle. Also this was a prompt from @andiebeaword's 3000 follower celebration! The first sentence of the story was the prompt. Also, I meant for this to be gn!reader so if anyone sees any she/he pronouns for reader please tell me! Love you all <333

Word Count: 1.5k

Song Suggestions: Yours - Conan Gray

"I can't stand you choosing another person over me, again."

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His bright blue eyes shined in the sun, a ray hitting across his face perfectly. Pushing his short brown hair out of his face while smiling at you made your insides flutter, completely forgetting about your ex now.

"So as I was saying, it would be best for you and your team to set up here. There's lots of room and we haven't used it in years." His voice came out in this long, deep tone. JJ walked into the room raising an eyebrow at you before taking over the conversation with the officer.

"What was that look?" Jumping slightly, you turned around and saw Penelope. It was that once a year situation where she actually had to join the rest of the team for a case. "Someone likes the officer."

The girls took any chance they could to get you to talk to the guy. They weren't wrong, you did think he was insanely cute but, you just weren't quite sure if you had the guts to really talk to him.

"I do not!" You laughed, "And even if I did…it's not like anything could happen." Penelope continued pestering and Emily joined the conversation and made sure to give her opinion as well.

***

"You better at least get his number, we're only gonna be here for a few more days." Penelope had been bugging you the most out of anyone, "Well, I let you sit on that thought. I need to go work my wonderful magics so I will talk to you about this later." She smiled and strutted away back to her laptop setup down the hall.

"What was Garcia talking about?" Turning back to the task at hand, Spencer was standing at a board. Working on the case. "Is this about that officer?" His voice was very flat, little emotion which was unusual for him. Especially around you, the two of you had been best friends since you transferred to the BAU.

"Yeah it was, she's trying to get me to get his number." Not turning from his work you started to flip through some files and continue to talk. "I do think he's pretty hot, but I also think it's way too early to start putting myself out there you know?"

"Yeah, yeah I guess I can understand that." Peeking over his shoulder briefly to look at you. Hearing the way you were talking about this guy was leaving him conflicted. The first day he had met you he'd already fallen in love. No statistic or math problem could explain how that happened. He's been sitting on the sideline for the past three years, watching you go from boyfriend to boyfriend, letting him be your shoulder to cry on when it was heartbreak after heartbreak. But honestly, he didn't know how long he could keep going like this.

"...But it could also be some type of fate thing. Like, I break up with a toxic asshole and then meet a dreamy police officer? I don't know, what do you think Spencer?" Walking over to him to put up some photos and thoughts on the board you look up at him, waiting for his response.

"Whatever you think is best I suppose," It took him a long time to respond, the way you were speaking of this guy was just breaking his heart more and more. It was taking all his power to not just scream 'I LOVE YOU!!' and see your reaction. "Do you want to ask him out."

"I think so, I guess he is really nice, and really good looking…" Going on about him a bit more, you paused then changed your thought process. "I mean everything and everyone is telling me to go for it but some small part of me is saying no."

"I think I'm just being paranoid, why shouldn't I put myself out there? It has been like three months. And if it doesn't work out, so what? At least I tried. I think I'll do it." Just like that, the hope died. Should he just say it? Get it out there and hope for the best? This was impossible.

"What does that mean? Are you just not ready to put yourself out there again or is it because there's someone else?" A small glimmer of hope ignited in him, maybe he still had a chance after all.

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"I'm going to do it. So you can stop annoying me about it, Pen." She smiled and started to ramble about how it will be so good for you. The case had been solved and you were all packing up. Everyone with the exception of Hotch and Rossi were in the room given to the team.

"I'm so glad you're going to do this! You two would be such a sexy pair I just know it." You and Penelope continued to talk, but Spencer was just heartbroken. Standing on the opposite side of the room he could still hear you. He was packing up his things slowly, hoping to get a chance to talk to you alone.

"You should just go for it kid, don't let them get with another guy without you atleast saying it." Derek, giving his opinion to Spencer while leaning against the wall. Tossing a ball now that he was all packed up.

"What if you say something and they like you back?" Derek counter protested. Spencer thought about it for a minute, he had a point. But on the other hand he couldn't tell what would be worse; watching you ask someone else out again or telling you and losing such an important person in his life.

"I know, I just don't want to ruin three years of friendship. What if I say something and they never talk to me again?" He questioned, still listening in on your conversation.

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"I'll be done in a minute!" You called out to Penelope and Emily. Still packing up your things it was only you and Spencer left in the room.

Finally throwing your bag over your shoulder you started to catch up to the rest of the team you heard Spencer call out to you. "Wait! Can I talk to you for a minute, please?"

"Yeah, of course." A little confused on why he sounded so nervous you stood infront of him, waiting for him to continue. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing it's just," He cleared his throat, no or never. "I was just wondering if you gave that officer your number yet."

"Oh, not yet. I was actually about to do that. Why do you ask?" Titling your head, curious. He started to fidget with his hands, not sure what to say.

"Oh, so you are going out with him." His voice barely above a whisper. "That's nice I suppose."

"Okay…" You smiled and started to head to the door. "I'm going to go now, see on the jet Spencer?"

"I- please, I need to say something." He tripped over his words, come on Spencer, just say it!!!

"Are you okay? You seem nervous." Why was he acting like this? It was so confusing to you.

"Okay, I'm just going to say it." He sighed, "I don't want you to go out with that officer. I mean if you really want to you should do it of course but I don't want you to because I want you to go out with me. If you don't feel the same way tell me but it's just, I can't stand you choosing another person over me, again." Biting the inside of his cheek, waiting for your response.

"Oh," Was all you could say at first. You didn't really know what else to say. "You, you like me?"

"Yeah, I do. And if you don't feel the same way I get it and pretend I never said anything because I don't want to lose you. But if you go out and date this guy I'm going to have to put up a boundary, I'm sorry."

"Spencer, I don't know what to say," You laughed lightly, not sure how to say what you were thinking. "I feel the same way, I just assumed you never would like me back so I have been trying to get over it."

"Really?" He smiled and gave that puppy-dog face he always made. "Are you serious?"

"Why would I lie?" Throwing your bag over your shoulder you hugged him then stepped back giving a small smile. "We should go though, the jet is supposed to leave like now. But can we talk about this later?"

"I would like that." The two of you started to head out, and you completely forgot about the officer. Spencer just walked out with a huge smile on his face. Why didn't he say this sooner???

#criminal minds #sofiareidings #spencer reid #criminal minds fandom #bau #fandom #fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x you #andies3kwritingcelebration

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wannaeatramyeon · 10 months

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AHHH RQ FOR GUN WHO WANTS US TO BE HIS HEIRS except we couldn't not give less fucks abt the whole heirs thingy and just want to finish school but bro is so persistent since he's finally found someone worthy being an heir (no romance I think) (u could also put abit of jealousy in the other potential heirs/students competing pls) AHHH TYSM 🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️🐼😋

Hello, it's me. The person who likes to half-read asks and butcher my responses to it. But ty for requesting, this scenario just popped out my head. THIS WAS FUN!

Gun Park finding a new Successor - YOU

Please. You just want to go to school.

"Drop out, work for me. You will be earning millions, leading your own crew."

"Right..."

"Is that a yes?"

"Nope."

It's not often that Gun Park is shocked and he watches you reject him with a frown. Do you not understand what he's offering? He just watched you fight some thugs, truly the best prodigy he has ever laid eyes on, but are you actually a dumb motherfucker?

"Listen man," you say as you dust off your uniform. Ah shit, you've torn your shirt. Your mom is gonna kill you. "I'm really happy for you and your little quest or whatever, but I just gotta get to school..."

You turn to leave.

"Wait." Gun grabs onto your wrist. It seems a waste to let you slip through his fingers. His grip is firm and immovable for anyone else yet-

"Hey," As if talking to someone mentally ill, you remove his hand with your free one and delicately return it to his side. "You can't just go around grabbing people, you'll get arrested for that."

You reach up and pat this oddball on the head. It's nice to be nice, y'know? This Gun guy seems harmless enough, if not a bit forceful with his delusions. You would return him back to whatever institute he broke out of, but time is not in your favour.

"I gotta run, little buddy. Be careful, ok?"

With that you sprint off in your school's direction, giving Gun a wave as he stands there with his mussed up hair, trying to process your tone.

Eli Jang waits for you by the front gates of J-High, grinning as you make the school bell by the skin of your teeth yet again.

"What happened?" he asks, you slowing down once you reach him, wiping your face and trying to catch your breath. He takes in your bloodied fist and your torn clothing.

"Fight.... then weirdo.... insane... Gun," you manage between gasps for air.

"Someone threatened you with a gun?!"

Worry is etched all over Eli's face and you shake you head vigorously. Really, there's no point concerning him with your morning. You were never in any danger, and you doubt you would bump into that guy again - though you do hope he makes it back ok.

The four crews, gangsters, successors.... He really is living in his own dream world. And that Louis Vuitton shirt looked fake as fuck too.

"Forget...it," You give Eli a sweaty smile, which turned out more of a grimace, to show all is well.

Out of sight, Gun stares on, fist tight and jaw clenched. Completely focused on you and missing his old Favourite.

"Weirdo?!" he mutters to himself, "Insane?!"

#lookism #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #gun park #eli jang #lookism x reader #if you wanted #wannaeatramyeon

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lovelyjj · 2 years

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hii! Could you maybe write a blurb where jj and reader are fighting before going to a party and they try to ignore each other but a touron is hitting on reader and jj gets jealous and it ends with fluff?

Only You

jj maybank x reader

word count: 3,237

a/n: not my best, I'm so sorry.

"She follows me around all the time, it's insane."

JJ continued his rant to John B about a girl problem.

"I can't go 2 seconds without her clinging to me."

John B sipped his beer and replied, "As much as you don't want to admit it, your kind of a chic magnet, mate."

Unbeknownst to JJ and John B, you came back from the bathroom and walked into the kitchen. You could hear your boyfriend talking about somebody. You just didn't know who.

JJ rolled his eyes at John Bs comment and continued, "I'm telling you she won't leave me alone."

You felt your heartbreak a little hearing JJ speak of you like this. You were quick to assume he was talking about you, his girl.

John B tried to ease JJ's conscience by saying, "have you tried telling her you have a girlfriend."

"Too many times actually. And when that doesn't work she just slips me her number written on a napkin."

Your mouth dropped open, you had no idea he was talking about some other girl. That's when you decided to break your silence and make your presence known.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend?" You questioned JJ, almost annoyed but not quite.

JJ whips his head around at your sudden entrance, as you walk into the bedroom. He can tell by the tone of voice that you are upset.

John B whistled lowly into his drink, as JJ sat up and tried to explain himself.

"Um no baby, it's not what it sounds like." JJ spoke fear evident in his voice.

"Then tell me who this girl is?"

"Well, I don't know when you joined in on our conversation, but she's just a girl I work with." JJ confessed.

John B did not want to sit through the early stages of an argument. He started to get up when JJ stuck his hand out for him to stay.

"And she likes you or she thinks your available?" you asked JJ again.

"Well um, I've explained to her multiple times that I'm in a relationship."

You nodded your head as you encouraged him to continue.

"She um thinks I can do better, says it's not that serious."

"And what do you say back to that," you asked crossing your arms.

"I don't know what you want me to say, y/n. I tell her I'm taken and she can't get the message. I work with her, what else do you want me to do without risking my job."

"Do you like her? I don't know JJ, tell her no. Don't flirt with her." you spit back at him.

"I don't! I only talk to her to shut her down or when it's something work-related. I can't do anything that would get me fired."

You were getting worked up now and emotional at the thought of JJ with another girl, your eyes started watering.

"Since when have you ever cared about getting fired." You couldn't escape the words that were coming out of your mouth before it was too late.

JJ's face fell.

John B got up at that saying he was gonna go get another beer.

You bit your tongue as it was just the two of you now. You waited for him to speak.

"I don't know y/n. Maybe to provide for us. To be able to buy you flowers and take you out on nice dates. I can't do that if I don't work." JJ raised his voice.

You felt bad and grew sheepish however you said "Maybe you should take your new girlfriend to the party."

"I'm gonna go." you turned around and ignored JJ's protests.

JJ sat there in the room running his hands through his hair. He wanted to chase after you and give you the reassurance you so craved.

"See ya at the kegger John B." You told him as you exited the chateau.

He gave a three-finger wave from the kitchen.

———

When you arrived at home you started to get ready for the Kegger. You put on a red crop top and some jean shorts.

You got a text from Kiara asking if you were still going together. You texted her back asking if she would pick you up on her way to the boneyard and you would explain later.

"You look good," Kiara spoke as you hopped into her car.

"Thanks, so do you." you smiled, closing the door.

"I thought you were going with the guys," Kiara questioned.

"JJ and I had a fight so I left because I didn't want to go with him."

Kiara stepped on the breaks and whipped her head in your direction. "What? You two never fight, or at least about anything serious."

"Yeah, I know. I'm hoping I can just forget about it tonight."

"Well you're in luck, I brought plenty to drink."

"Bless you." you praised.

The boneyard was already full of people. You scanned the area as you arrived. You and Kiara started walking across the sand to where the majority of the people were.

"First things first, I need a drink," you told Kiara and started making your way to the keg.

She followed you to the large metal can full of beer. John B was serving party-goers drinks.

"I'll take that matey." you voiced and took the nozzle from his hand. You poured a drink and offered it to Kiara. She smiled and took it from you.

When you were filling up your own cup, you focused only on your drink and not JJ's whereabouts. If you saw John B he couldn't be far.

JJ stood nursing his drink and talking to Pope. He wasn't sure if you were still going to the party, but John B told him you were.

Kiara went to set up the speaker as you went to go socialize.

You went to go stand near a branch and sipped on your beverage.

JJ was worried because he knows you are not much of a drinker. And even if you do feel like drinking every once in a while, he's always been there to take care of you.

Little did he know you were planning to get shitfaced, to forget about the stupid fight you had with him.

Once Kiara hooked up the speaker you were thrilled. The people you were next to were from the cut and you were friendly with them. You started catching up with them when you spotted JJ across the way.

Your heart hammered in your chest seeing your blonde boy. He was standing there scanning the party most likely on a mission to see you. For a split second, you wanted to run to him and be with him.

Then you remember that he has a new little girlfriend at work, and suddenly your temper was back.

You told your friends you were gonna go get another drink and you'll be right back.

You went to fill up another drink when JJ was standing near the keg.

You took a breath and as you got closer Kiara came up to you.

"Can you explain to me why you're giving your boyfriend the evil eye?" Kiara asks slightly irritated. She doesn't want to get into this drama between her two friends.

"I'm not giving him the evil eye, I'm just watching him." You denied, of course, any ill intention you had for the boy.

"well, if looks could kill." Kiara breathed.

You sighed, "There's this new girl he works with, apparently she's all over him."

"Are you crazy? I've seen him. JJ only has eyes for you." Kiara uttered.

"Yeah, but you didn't hear him talking to John B. It's like he is letting her flirt with him."

"Tell you what I'm gonna go get us some drinks and we're gonna have some fun. No more bad boyfriend talk. Ok?" Kiara raised her eyebrows.

"Ok." you nodded.

"Good."

She returned shortly after with two drinks in her hands. As she handed you your drink you took it and started chugging it.

Kiara gave you a surprised look as you don't usually get excited about alcohol.

You simply shrugged, "I want to forget."

You took another gulp. "I want to let loose, have fun like you said. Without him."

"Cheers," Kiara raised her cup to you.

You grinned "Cheers" and raised your cup.

Maybe it was the alcohol cursing through your veins but the thing you said next surprised both of you.

"I wanna dance."

Kiara laughed but said, "You go girl."

You went near the middle of the boneyard and near the speaker. You started swinging your arms and moving your hips. You felt free. You were having fun. You were moving to the beat of the music and twirling around. The ocean breeze was flowing through your hair.

However, you were blissfully unaware of all the eyes on you. Groups of tourons, pogues, and kooks gathered around and were cheering you on.

You ran your hand through your hair as you suddenly grew tired. You went to go sit down near a log a little ways away from all the partiers.

You were sitting no longer than 15 minutes when you spotted someone coming toward you.

"What's a pretty girl like you sitting over here all alone." He spoke.

"Is that for me?" you questioned eyeing the second red cup in his grasp.

The guy nodded and handed you the cup.

You took it gratefully and started sipping on it.

"I don't know drowning my sorrows." you shrugged answering his question.

You felt pretty tipsy and you couldn't tell if you were slurring your words or not. You didn't care you were enjoying the emotions that came with the drinking.

"Did you just move here, I don't think I've seen you around here."

"Oh no, I'm on vacation with my family." The boy replied.

"My names Mark by the way."

You were feeling a little drowsy maybe all your drinks were finally kicking in. You didn't know. You were looking up at Mark and all you could think about was JJ. Where was he? What was he doing? You wanted to be near him and someone should be punished for not allowing it to happen. You were stuck here with some touron and you just wanted your boyfriend.

"Hi Mark." you spoke.

"What brings you to the Outer Banks."

"Can I say you?" Mark smiled.

You batted your eyes at the touron and gave a little smile. Then you started laughing.

"Are you flirting with me?" you questioned.

"Maybe I am." Mark took another swig of this drink.

You started laughing again then you bit your lip.

JJ was positioned on the other side of the beach. He let you have your space even when his bones ached to talk to you. Truth be told he has been keeping an eye on you the whole party. What? Let his reckless and drunk girlfriend alone to roam the sand? He didn't think so.

JJ watched you dance like nobody was watching. It took everything in his power to keep standing there and not run to you. He wanted to hold your hips and spin you around. He wanted to be with you and it was torture that you were ignoring him.

Everything was fine until he lost sight of you. One minute you were there dancing and having fun, the next you were gone.

JJ panicked. He shuffled through herds of people to try and find you. He shuffled his way through the outskirts of the party.

JJ felt a pang of hurt and anger in his chest at the sight he saw.

You were sitting down laughing and some boy next to you which JJ could tell his intentions with you from a mile away. JJ was seeing red, no boy should ever be allowed to take his rightful place next to you.

Mark went to brush the hair away from your face when JJ came storming down the sand to interrupt him.

"Get your hands away from my girl." JJ's voice was angry.

You gasped and became so overly excited about seeing JJ that you forgot you were mad at him.

"JJ" you breathed and smiled as it felt like it had been forever since you'd seen him. You jumped up from your spot and stumbled over a little. With that JJ could tell you were drunk. Your eyes were excited and begging for a hug.

Mark was standing up too and he was upset he was interrupted.

He put his hands up, "Hey listen man, I didn't know she was your girl."

JJ shot him a glare. He felt a wave of jealousy come over him. This dumb touron was here with you, making you laugh, being in your company.

You looked at JJ expecting him to take you in his arms and never let go.

You started to make your way over to him when you got lost in the sand and started to fall over.

JJ caught you before you hit the grown.

"Jesus y/n how much have you had to drink?" JJ asked concern running through his voice.

"Not enough. Need to forget. Need to forget our um, our um... fight." You stumbled a little and leaned into JJ's side.

JJ looked from you to the touron. He wanted to knock him out for flirting with you. But you needed him. You needed him to take care of you in your drunken state. That caused him to let it go.

"Go near her again and I'll cave your face in." JJ spat at Mark.

Your arm was wrapped around JJ's neck as you both walked up.

"I'm sorry JJ. I'm so sorry." you pleaded at your boyfriend.

"Y/n it's ok. We can talk later. Right now I'm focused on getting you home." JJ huffed as half your body weight was on his side.

"I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I'm sorry. I love you." Your words are loosely thrown off your tongue.

You turned over and put both hands around his neck and hugged your person.

JJ's arms came around you caging you into him. You felt his hands on your shoulders and warmth spread through you.

JJ pressed a kiss to your hairline as he let go.

"Come on baby, let's keep going." JJ smiled at you and suddenly you weren't filtering your thoughts from your spoken words.

"You're so pretty J." You slurred, eyes half-lidded as a dopey smile appeared on your face.

JJ laughed. He took your hand and put your arm back around his neck. You leaned your head on his shoulder.

You both arrived at the main area of the party when Pope came over.

"Pope! Hey Pope have you met my beautiful boyfriend JJ." You giggled.

"Yes as a matter of fact I have." Pope smiled. He eyed JJ as to say is she wasted?

JJ picked up on his glance and nodded his head.

Pope laughed and then nodded, "So, you two make up yet?"

You gasped, "I had a fight with JJ, does he hate me?" Your eyes were wide now as you looked at Pope.

JJ faced palmed as Pope started laughing.

"Why don't you ask him yourself," Pope told you by glancing at JJ who you were latched on to.

You turned to look at the blonde boy who was already looking at you and you felt your heart flutter. "are you mad at me?" you jutted your bottom lip out and JJ just about died.

"I could never stay mad at you baby," JJ spoke with all the sincerity he had.

You grinned and wanted to kiss him. You started to lean in when JJ stopped you.

"Y/n your drunk." He rejected the kiss out of respect for you.

You whimpered and frowned.

"I'm gonna take her home." JJ voiced to Pope.

Pope nodded and clapped JJ on the back.

You and JJ walked together back to John Bs château. When you got there JJ ushered you to his room. You laid down on the bed with a sigh.

JJ went into the kitchen and came back with water for you.

"You need to hydrate," JJ said handing you the glass.

You took the glass and started drinking it. JJ sat down on the bed watching you and he threw his head back. He was glad you were safe and sound.

"I shouldn't be so nice to that girl at work. I should tell her off. Tell her I have the most amazing girlfriend that I'm gonna make my wife one day. I'm sorry for making you feel like our relationship was threatened." JJ told you even with the possibility that you might forget what he said in the morning. He would gladly tell you again.

He couldn't go another minute without telling you that you were the only girl in the world for him. He was so worried at the Kegger that you hated him.

You smiled and took a breath, like a breath of fresh air. Like you could finally relax.

"I love you. Only you." JJ spoke.

"Come here" you whispered.

JJ laid down and you took him in your arms. His scent filled your senses and you felt calm and relaxed.

"I love you J." you whispered as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

The both of you eventually grew tired and fell asleep with JJ tucked into your chest and you were wrapped around each other.

———

You woke up early that next morning spooning JJ. You were nestled behind him, nosing at the sliver of skin showing at his neck. There was a need in you to cuddle him from behind, to hold him.

You clutched onto his body like he was your lifeline. Your legs were tangled and you wanted to stay there forever. You still felt a little loopy from last night so you pushed deeper into your boyfriend hoping to not disturb him and sleep in a little longer.

It was easier said than done as your mind went to last night's events. You woke with a massive headache.

JJ woke up to your groaning. You burred your face in his chest and asked, "How bad was I?"

JJ simply laughed and stroked your hair, "You were perfect."

You rolled over delicately and stared into his eyes.

"Can I kiss you now?"

"Please," JJ responded.

You went over and gently held his face and placed your lips on his. You kissed him deeply and passionately. You teasingly pulled away and he chased your lips. You reunited and he slip his tongue into your mouth. He started to roll over so he was on top of you.

The morning sun shined threw the bedroom as the two of you woke up together. You laughed and pulled away to bump noses together.

"Am I forgiven?"

You looked into JJ's pleading eyes and said, "I don't know, how do you feel about that girl from work?" You raised an eyebrow.

"What girl? I don't know any girl at work. She means nothing to me. I'll burn her at the stake if I have to." JJ ranted.

You laughed and drew him on for another kiss.

JJ whispered over your lips, "You're the only girl in the world for me. Just you y/n. Only you."

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 9 months

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Battle Of The Knights Pt. 4: Round 3 -Marc

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: nothin- you're safe

Genre: fluff- still just fluff lol

Summary: "So let me get this straight, you all like me, so you each want to take me on a date and let me decide what to do after?" You can't believe the words you're hearing even as you repeat them back.

What happens when the relationships you've built with Marc and his two alters are turned on their heads by a proposition that is anything but simple? How can they expect you to risk blowing up the carefully crafted dynamic you've worked so hard to create? And why do you agree to such an insane suggestion?

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As much as you'd like to sit and stew on your date with Jake the way you did with Steven, you're starting to think it's best for everyone not to draw this out any longer than absolutely necessary, so the following Friday you text the trio again, this time addressing Marc, with a message identical to the one you sent Steven and Jake.

Marc. Your week starts Sunday. You have until next Sunday to plan and execute a date on a day of your choosing or you forfeit your turn.

Marc almost immediately shoots back an affirmative like Jake did.

Okay.

But it wasn't until the next day that he reached out to give you any information on your date.

Hey y/n, right now my plan is to pick you up at 7 pm on Friday. Is that okay?

You chuckle to yourself as you read the message. He's the only one who asked if his choice was convenient for you. Even if that time didn't originally work you would make it work, if that's what time his plans are for you have no intentions to make it any harder.

Of course! See you then.

You shoot him back your reply quickly. Friday. You just need to make it through Friday. That is doable. On Thursday you remember to ask for a dress code since none of them seem particularly fond of revealing their plans in advance and when you're again told to keep it casual, you pick out a pair of shorts and a crop top for your third mystery date. Marc knocks on your door just after 7 looking a bit frantic when you open the door.

"Sorry I'm a bit late. I brought you flowers." Marc says holding out a bouquet of pretty purple and white blooms.

"Oh, it hasn't even been five minutes, don't worry about it. Give me just a second to set these up in a vase and then we can go. Okay?" You tell him, turning back into your apartment to put the flowers somewhere.

"Sure!" He calls after you without crossing the threshold. You don't actually have any vases lying around so you stick them in one of your reusable water bottles until you can get them a better home. No one's ever gotten you flowers before so keeping a vase in your apartment has literally never occurred to you before this moment. Marc waits patiently at your door until you return. It's strange to realize this but before now you hadn't really thought about it much until now. Usually, the boys move about your apartment as if they live here but through this whole process, none of them have stepped inside. Whether that was something they agreed on in advance or just a subconscious side effect of the temporary dynamic change you're not sure but you're not about to tip the scales for any of them by inviting Marc in. He can wait at the door if that's what he's chosen to do.

"Okay! Let's go." You smile at him once you're done, stepping out and locking your apartment door.

"Do you have your underground card by the way? We'll have to hop on the train from here." Marc tells you before you leave the building.

"Yeah, I've got it. Where are we going?" You ask.

"Oxford Circus." He says.

"Oxford Circus? What are we doing over there?" You ask frowning in confusion. The name of the station does not give you any clues as to what you'll be doing.

"That's all I'm gonna give you til we get there babes." Marc says.

"Fine." You say with exaggerated annoyance that makes Marc laugh as the two of you walk to the nearest underground station. You catch the next train headed for Oxford Circus while Marc asks you about how your week has been at work. Once you're off the train Marc takes your hand as he walks the streets to an unknown destination. After a few minutes, he pulls open the door to a building that you just barely catch the name of.

"Minigolf?!" You gasp.

"I thought it'd be fun, something laid back and low stakes. You know, except for the fact that you're definitely gonna lose."

"I'm gonna lose?! Oh, you are so going down Spector." You laugh.

"Yeah sure totally." He scoffs as you walk up to the desk at the front. The two of you pick your course, get your clubs and choose from the basket of colorful golf balls, yours blue and his yellow, and then the competition begins. You keep score because Marc is notorious for not doing that properly whenever you play games. By the time you get to the last of the nine holes of the course, it's not hard to guess how things will end. You line up what should be your final shot and knock the bright blue ball against an edge of the course that pushes it into the hole.

"HA! That's game baby! You lose." You jump up when it rolls in.

"Hey now, I could totally make this shot you know. It's not over til it's over." Marc defends.

"Even if you do make this shot Marc you're still five up. You can't beat me at this point." You shrug and Marc lines up for his next putt. It takes Marc two more shots to get his ball in.

"Damn." He shakes his head.

"Yeah- I totally wiped the floor with you." You laugh.

"No no, you wanna have the higher number obviously, so I win." Marc says looking at the scorecard.

"I know I've called you an idiot a number of times but I don't think you're that dumb. Or maybe you are if you think that's gonna work." You scoff. Marc slaps a hand against his chest dramatically.

"Ouch! Must you kick a man while he's down?" He sighs.

"Aw poor baby." You pout at him. "I'd feel worse if you hadn't declared that you'd beat me before we even started." You smirk at him.

"How evil." Marc smiles.

"That's what you get for saying I would and I quote 'definitely lose'. Looks like the stakes weren't what you thought they were."

"When did you get so good at mini golf anyway?" He asks.

"Oh I don't know. I don't play that often."

"What?" He blinks at you.

"I'm just good at most things." You shrug.

"I'd do well to remember that then." He hums.

"Yes. You would." You smile and turn to walk back to the desk to return your club and golf ball with Marc quickly catching up to walk beside you.

"So- I was thinking we could get burgers, or if you want something that's more upscale there's an Italian place not far from here that's pretty good." Marc suggests once the two of you have exited the building.

"In the theme of laid back and low stakes- burgers sound great." You say with a slight nudge.

"Awesome, there's a burger joint a couple blocks down that's so good even Steven likes going there." Marc throws an arm over your shoulders as you walk.

"Really? They have vegan options I'm guessing?" You ask.

"They do indeed. Although- since Steven isn't rambling in my head tonight I think I'll pass on the vegan options this time around. Don't tell him." Marc winks at you.

"Your secret is safe with me." You giggle. You've always found it sweet that Marc, despite not actually being vegan, tries to accommodate Steven's lifestyle as often as he does. Jake really can't be bothered- not that you blame him honestly- he's not vegan either, there's no reason for him to go out of his way to choose vegan options but Marc's attempt at consideration is nice. It only takes you about five minutes to make it to the restaurant Marc was talking about and since the place isn't busy when you get there it doesn't take long to get your food once you've ordered.

"I can see why even Steven likes this place." You hum popping a fry into your mouth.

"Good right?" Marc smiles.

"Yeah, I'll definitely be coming back here." You nod.

"Well- sounds like I'm doing pretty damn good tonight then."

"You're certainly better at planning dates than you are at playing mini golf, I'll give you that much." You shrug.

"I think I can accept that as your official assessment." He says.

"Yeah?" You chuckle.

"Yeah! Imagine if I sucked as bad at date planning. Now that would be something I can't recover from."

"I mean- it's not like I'd go home and block you if you planned a bad date." You wink.

"Sure but not getting blocked is such a low bar. I'm aiming for way higher." Marc says.

"You're doing great so far." You chuckle. The two of you joke and chat while finishing your food and even once all that's left is the rubbish you keep talking until eventually the place is getting ready to close and you have to leave. Your train ride back to your apartment is similarly filled with chatter. It's always interesting to you how no matter how long you spend with Marc you never actually run out of things to talk about with him. When you think about it, that actually applies to Jake and Steven too, it's like you can never spend enough time with them. It's nice, having someone, or in this case, a trio of someones, that you don't get tired of being around. Once you're back at your apartment there's an awkward transition from whatever you're talking about to goodbyes- neither of you particularly rushing for the night to end.

"Well- we made it back." Marc says.

"We did. I had a good time tonight." You tell him with a smile.

"That's all I was hoping for." He says. You chuckle and turn your back for long enough to unlock your apartment and then you face him again, leaning forward a bit to give Marc a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Goodnight Marc." You say quietly before stepping into your apartment.

"Wait-" Marc says before you can shut the door.

"Yes?" You tilt your head at him. You can practically see the gears turning in his head before he speaks again.

"When will we see you again?" He asks. You pause for a moment and consider what would be the best answer.

"Soon." You offer. Giving a specific date wouldn't do any good. If it's too soon you'll be pressured to rush the decision, and if it's too far anxiety may eat the boys up before you even get around to giving an answer.

"Just- soon?" His brows draw together in confusion.

"I'm sorry that I don't have a better answer it's just- well I've got a lot to think about here, I need some time to sort through my thoughts." You tell him.

"Sorry- we shouldn't pressure you. It's all so- strange, we know. It's just- well you know how we can be I guess." Marc says. You look at him for a moment, it's not often that Marc's nerves show, but right now he's fiddling with his fingers and you know for a fact that he's more anxious than he wants to let on.

"Before the month is over. I'll text you all." You say in an attempt to ease his uncertainty.

"That's three weeks." He says.

"Yeah, I know. That- should give me enough time to work out my feelings about this whole thing. And- you can pass that message along to Steven and Jake, yeah? Before the end of the month. I'll message you all and we'll meet up to talk." You nod as Marc's shoulders visibly drop slightly. As if having a timeline just drastically decreased how tense he was.

"Okay. We'll be waiting, whenever you're ready." He tells you.

"Goodnight Marc." You say.

"Goodnight y/n." Marc says. With that, you fully enter your apartment and shut the door behind you. Tonight was fun. So was your date with Jake the other week and Steven's before that. You simply enjoy spending time with all of them- which, you already knew. The more you think it over the more you are sure that you're in way over your head, but it's a little late to worry about that now. You have a decision to make. But you also have three weeks before an answer is expected. Tonight you'll just let yourself enjoy the post-date bliss and you'll worry about the decision tomorrow. Or the next day. You'll get to it. Just not tonight.

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sea-squeaker · 3 months

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Okay so, instead of practicing German like I should be(I like to test duo's patience) I'm gonna rant about Luke and my hcs for him. Trust me I have tons.

Okay so first of all, for looks I have this card edit I did!!

Asmo did his nails for him, he likes to collect cute hair clips. Much like how he collects cute bandaids ingame:D

How I think his outfit works!! Okay so we all know he has wings and that once got me thinking on how exactly his outfit works with his wings. I'm not happy with just saying "it's magic ig" bcs I need a plausible answer or I'll go insane. Okay anyways, his shirt situation comes in two layers, the shirt part then the cape shoulder thing he's got going on. The shirt has a backless panel to it and is more like a sweater than a shirt, it buttons up in the back so he's able to put it on with his wings out. The shoulder thingy with the tassels is all together, minus the neck tie thing tho. I'll just leave the rest of the explaining to the diagram I tried to sketch up, I really hope it explains things well enough!!

So adding onto this ramble a lil bit, trust me it relates to Luke completely. I think the angels are like birds and do act a bit bird like. Luke has the wings of an albino barbary dove (basically just a white dove). However, due to him being a child, he's got the wings of a baby bird, so he's a lil angel nestling and I just think that's precious. Another thing on just angels, I believe that they do molt and their wings require preening by hand. Usually, juvenile angels are assisted with this by their gaurdians. So this means Simeon does help out Luke with his preening. This also means alot of cleaning around purgatory hall during molting, tons and tons of feathers!! (Luke's feathers are soft and fluffy, Simeon's feathers are longer and course) I also believe Simeon to have the wings of a mourning dove.

So for Luke's music taste, I think part of it is influenced by Simeon, the other part by Levi. Allow me to explain the Levi part. Levi introduced Luke to WonderlandxShowtimes and he most certainly got hooked. His favorite WxS songs are Becoming Potatoes and Miracle Painting, he also enjoys other energeticsongs like that. I think Simeon would like more peaceful and warm songs. Specifically the song, Welcome Home, Son by Radical Face. So yeah Luke likes those types of songs aswell. One more thing he enjoys listening to is the James and the Giant Peach musical:]

Things that Luke would watch!! I think they consist of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Bluey, Gravity Falls, and stuff like that!

Luke has a hard time sleeping without something to snuggle, he has a shiba inu plush that he sleeps with.

Luke really loves sea creatures!! I base this off of him wanting to visit the aquarium in his bday event. For his bday, Solomon got him a big encyclopedia on sea creatures and he was jumping with joy. He proceeded to not read a single other thing until he finished the sea creature book. His favorite sea creatures are blacktip reef sharks, moon jellyfish, sea angels, sea squirts, and sea bunnies:D

When Luke is very happy, he can often be seen jumping up and down, flapping his hands, bouncing on his toes, kicking his feet, etc. He is quite anxious when he can't find Simeon or is waiting for him to come back. He's like a dog waiting for his owner to come back from the grocery store in a way.

Thank you very much for reading these!! Have a Luke doodle:D

#obey me shall we date #obey me luke #luke obey me #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #headcanon #ramblings #thank you for listening to my ramble

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bigwishes · 2 years

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I'm 25 nerd that looks like a stickfigure, meanwhile my dad is a jacked hunk, still having amazing definition from his glory years as a fitness coach. He always looks so disappointed with me, can you please make me into the giant muscular jock he would call his son?

You want to impress your dad? hmm and ex-fitness coach, I think I have just the solution to your problem. You need to hit the gym mate. Keep pumping iron non stop. There is only a few days till the bodybuilding comp, but I'm getting ahead of yourself.

You are starting to smell, really bad. Don't get comfortable mate its only going to get worse but it'll work to your advantage in the long run. Keep pumping that iron whilst I make some more changes.

You're really starting to put on size now and damn that sweat is not slowing down, in fact its making to your clothes so uncomfortable, they are clinging to you and its driving you insane. from now on you should probably work out without a shirt, or maybe just not wear a shirt at all.

Another day down, another workout done. Working out without a shirt has been great, you've been able to air out your pits, almost forgetting how bad you smell now but don't worry other people haven't in fact guys are straight up leaving the gym when you come in which was worked out well because half the people who were gonna sign up to compete couldn't, they just couldn't get a moment without you stinking up the place and bam, missed the window but don't worry about that right now....

God you got so much bigger in a just a few days the comp is starting in just a few hours. A couple more guys have walked out, unable to handle your smell, now you've gotten rid of all the guys who've been competing for years and its just the group doing their first show, they are all smaller than you but we need to ad one more feature. You can feel the swelling in your pants, its like an erection that just keeps getting bigger but its not even hard..

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CONGRATUATLIONS MATE, YOU WON! FIRST PLACE IN YOUR FIRST SHOW! your dad was there, he watched you win and he was incredibly proud and Impressed. He tells everyone he knows about his big shot bodybuilding son.

You stand there, staring at your reflection, god what the fuck happened to you. This is what you wanted....wasn't it? You loved the size until after the show, everyone thought you walked out the stage in the poser to make a winners statement but its because you couldn't get any clothes over your body. Even after a few days ordering clothes twice your size you still can't get anything but this stupid poser on your body. You pick up your trophy as your dick pathetically twitches to life into just a semi. Staring at your reflection holding the trophy you shove your free hand in the poser and start pleasuring yourself, moaning words slip from your flips. "I'm a winner, I'm a winner, oh god, I'm a winner" Not even 30 seconds slipped by and you came, moaning leaning against the mirror and a pathetic drop of come leaks from the tip of your dick before it returns back to its soft state. "what...what happened to me"

------------------------------------ Ya see mate, you wanted to make your dad proud, and you'll keep making him proud by winning show after show after show. incapable of loosing muscle your stuck in that poser just waiting for the next moment when your on stage with all the eyes on you. No guy will ever make you horny again, the only thing that will get your motor running is winning, being crowned the biggest muscle pig on stage but even that won't last long. Your just a prize bull now mate, you need the applause, you need to impress everyone on that stage, you need trophies, you need to be a winner for your dad to brag about.

#male transformation #muscle transformation #muscle #male tf #reality change #tf story #gay transformation

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idkanametoputhere · 9 months

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Lost Story

type: angst (slight comfort if you squint really hard)

pronouns: they/them

character: Vil Schoenheit × actor!reader

tw: death(²), reader is not yuu/the prefect, ghosts, mentions of shutting yourself away, the plot makes only SLIGHT sense (but idc), self-neglect, shitty news report

masterlist<3

two years..

it had been two years since vil schoenheit had died in a tragic accident while pursuing his passion, acting. it was an accident, really. a prop that was misplaced and not handled properly. a giant prop that ended up falling on him, delivering a fatal blow on his head, ending both his life and the production of the movie

everyone was devastated. his family, friends, schoolmates, fans, coworkers. especially that one coworker, another one in the acting buisness. another one who had been cursed by the bright, blinding stage lights of fame and the acting industry

they had worked with vil on so many projects, including his final one, the one that was left unfinished. an unfinished symphony. what was meant to be a movie of pure love and joy ended up as a story of grief and sadness

and in said grief, the young actor buried themself in work. they were busy, working in project after project, while avoiding the public eye unless it was for a premiere of a project they acted in. the dark veil of grief was too much for them to handle

and that is how they had ended up in a local theater, late at night, practicing their script. it was a small theater in their hometown, and the owners trusted them enough to give them a key of the theater so they could practice to their heart's content

and practice they did. they practiced until their eyes were burning with exhaustion, the lines on their script were getting blurry, and their voice was strained from repeating the same lines over and over

it was time for them to leave. they packed their backpack, gathered their script and phone, put on their jacket and started walking

until they heard it

"y/n"

a quiet whisper and an ice cold breath on their neck. a voice they had fought so hard not to forget, but they could recognize it amongst a sea of voices. it was him..

"vil?"

they asked and turned around. and there he was. the tall boy was in front of them. his blonde and purple hair neatly tied on a ponytail, wearing the same costume he wore on that final project and a soft smile decorating his face

shock could not begin to explain the emotion they were feeling. vil was there. vil was in front of them. vil, who had been hit in front of their very eyes, who they had visited in the hospital countless times, and on whose grave they had cried entire rivers of tears, was in front of them

"how..? I don't get it.." they whispered, staring at his ghastly form with wide eyes. "it doesn't matter. but I'm here, I'll stay here until the sunrise" replied the boy, a creepy cold breeze filling the room at the sound of his weirdly echo-y voice

"no, I'm just tired...I'm tired. I'm tired, or I'm going insane" they say with a nervous chuckle and look at him "you're dead, you can't be here" they continue, their voice sounding as if they're hanging onto their own words to prove that they haven't gone mental

instead of replying to them, ge embraced them, in an attempt to prove that he was there. the hug felt weird from their perspective. it was like hugging..cotton candy, or a bunch of strings. it was like hugging something that was there, but also wasn't

the two stayed in that hug for a while, clinging to eachother as if the other would disappear, maybe because they could..

it felt weird, so weird that they stopped questioning if that was reality or a trick of their mind. but they liked it. and so they made conversation with him, laughing and smiling, just like they did when he was alive. but time was passing, father chronos wasn't gonna wait for anyone, not even two hurt actors

and as sunrise was closer and closer, an..absurd question fell from the boy's lips

"may I have this dance, my lady"

he said with an air of confidence. it was a line he had told them many times before, not because of a liking to dancing, but because of a liking to practicing a certain scene

you see, the fatal final project of his, was a love story between two royals. two royals who were bound by the bond of a marriage arranged by their parents. but the two slowly fell in love, and the dance scene that the two actors loved was the moment that the two characters were confident that they were in love

so the two actors danced. they danced, and danced. they danced out the emotions of the two characters, and the emotions of their own selves, who were forced into separation, in contrast to the two characters they were playing. they danced until the young actor was exhausted, and the two ended up sitting in a corner of the stage

"you're gonna leave now..aren't you?" asked the actor that was physically alive, but their heart felt as if it wasn't beating, it had lost their passion. "yes..when the sun rises I'll disappear" answered vil, a melancholic tone decorating his voice. the other sighed, and rested their head on their semi-solid shoulder

"can we just stay like this for a while?"

"yeah"

and so they drifted off to sleep

"and now on to Erika, with a report about a recent tragedy that happened in the film industry"

"thank you Lionel. A true tragedy has hit the film industry, as the famous actor y/n l/n was found dead yesterday morning. according to the reports, the actor was found dead in a theater in their hometown, in which they used to practice. the doctors examination proves that the death was a result of a complication of l/n's health issues, as well as negligence of their own self.

after a brief interview with the actor's family and manager, all of them revealed that the negligence might have been a result of their grief over the famous actor vil schoenheit, who died two years ago and with whom l/n appeared to be very close with

now, Lionel, what makes this case truely mysterious and creepy even, is the camera footage from the theater. although the audio seems to be distorted, it's clear that l/n's is talking with someone, but they are alone in the theater. this goes on for hours until something even weirder happens

l/n stands up and starts performing a dance that many have recognized as a scene from the scrapped project that killed Schoenheit. it's even weirder that, without using magic, they pull of some steps that are impossible to do without a partner

whatever the case, this is a real tragedy. our hearts go out to the family and friends of l/n. may their soul rest in peace. back to you lionel"

and so the tale ends. a tale of unspoken love, separation, and reunion for all eternity..

a/n: OKAY MANY THINGS TO SAY. 1) I wrote this based off a scenario I made with a c.ai bot 2) IM BACK??? 3) my new phone's here AAAAAA 4) another fic with vil that includes dancing 5)I did this on c.ai 2 days ago, and I was expecting my period so I was emotional and almost made myself cry by writing it. now I'm on my period, so if I have ro suffer, all of you have to as well

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solluve · 1 year

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Domsetic Luxiem Headcanons!! ahshuaduw

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vox

CANT DO SHIT TBH like "oh he's a housewife" he's not. Like sure, hell clean and cook BUT HE ONLY DOES IT WHEN YOU TELL HIM TO he messes with u to Like

"oh can u clean the bedroom?"

"wdym.. my demonic aura cleansed everything already."

WE DIDNT MEAN SPIRITUALLY GO CLEAN IT When you force him to, he actually does a good job!! Like clothes are folded, floors are swept and there's a huge ass pile of clothes in ur closet!! MF GTE UR ASS OVER HERE HES HOT BUT HES NOT GETTING AWAY he also likes to meditate but like.. isolated. If you disturb him he's gonna make YOU sleep on the couch half joke he might tho He takes pride into his meditation, you would want peace and quiet too yk?! but if u guys have a pet, he'll let that mf disturb him any dayy why does a dog get special privileges UR THE ONE WHO PAYS 50% OF RENT he prob has those doobermans he probably also bribed the apartment facility to let him in I'm like 100% sure that dog is here illegally but he loves the dog and you do too! partly. he can't dance for the life of him however it's it's embarrassing HE COULD DO TRADITIONAL DANCING !! but don't hit him up with some 21st century shit he'll look like he's got it and then fall mid way. gotta get his old as the the hospital HIS BONES CRACKED.

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shu

ehe hes everything we wanted yall !! I'm joking. This mf DOESNT KNOW SLEEP like you'll be going to get a drink at 3am and then straight up see some demonic looking figure in the hall its just him trying to fix some shit HE BREAKS THINGS JUST SO HE CAN FIX THEM

"how did the...light break?"

"ion know but what I do know is that I can fix it!"

CATCH HIM ON THE SERCUIRTY CAMERAS hes useful tho in thay aspect!! your landlord ain't getting any money from damages. Dishwasher broke? Hes on it !! The TV isn't working as well? hes on it !! this is an ad for shu yamino services go support him He also does wack as shit at 3am Yk how I said he was fixing something at night while u were getting a drink? He was fixing A SPIDER. SPIDER he said "oh !!! I stepped on him so I wanted to help him!" HOW U GON FIX THAT HOW DID HE EVEN KNOW HE STEPPED ON IT You also caught him fixing Christmas tree during December. He laughed and said, "it wasn't bright enough!" a police visited yall 2 hrs later one of ur neighbors called the cops since it was way to bright. He had to make it up with cuddles xoxo, and pay the fine xoxoxo

______ mysta GET GIM AWAY MANS TO FERAL like literally can't do SHIT maid mysta maid mysta!! YOUR MYSTAKEN (do u get the joke) HE JUST RUINS EVERYTHING you just cleaned the floors!! why is FUCKING MUD STAINS ALREADY?!? Like he can't clean, CANTNFUCKING COOK (we all know this.) I DONT even want to elaborate on how bad he cooks. You Handel the cleaning, cooking, and what does he do? he def ain't sitting there pretty (ugly/j) instead, he opts to get the money and shit !! But like It's concerning Like last time I checked he had money to pay rent and all that but....he had to much money left. More than usual. Your guys Financials were good dwdw! BUT HOW HE GONNA HAVE THOUSANDS LEFT HES SELLING DRUGS/ the obvious explanation and that his freinds make him do crazy ass stunts and give him money/j "do a flip off that porch. 10$ mf." LMFAOO he's also just...insane. You'll wake up at 3am again to see him on the phone with elmo LMFAOOO THOSE APPS THAT SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF CHILDREN IT SCARES HIM TO you'll hear the most frightful voice just like "when do you want the money?! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE" you have to hack in a delete that app for the mfer to sleep at night. He'll boast like "I'm not afraid of that shit it's all fake!" wait till u put a elmo plush on his bed ______

Luca YAHH HES SO EUSHWUS he's so cute omg but so messy. LIKE HE CAN CLEAN AFTER HIMSELF BUT HE HAS A HYPER MINDSET so it's like one thing after another, he can't slow down to clean. It's not that bad to clean after him, he doesn't make a bad bad mess. BUT HE DEF NEEDS TO LEARN TO TAKE A BREAK Nothing is shecduled either. It's just like, do this, then that, then this, the profit all of our belongings to sushang(ehe love her) But when he comes home from a long day.. omg Let me elaborate HE WAS CUDDLY ALWAYS BUT HES JUST extra extra cuddly he dosent want to do shit. he'll drag you from whoever you are and force you on the couch/bed and yall with just stay there Maybe for ever HE JUST FALLS ALSEEP SO EASILY like it's kinda concerning hyper energetic turing anemic at any possible moment he has he'll drag you along all the time for those moments He doesn't even speak he just mumbles and occasionally huffs out of relief he so cute omg but then THEN WHEN HES HYPER AGAIN HE WILL BODY SLAM YOU ONTO THE BED OR SOFA AGAIN CHILL THIS AINT THE WWE he doesn't know how strong he is omg.

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Ike FIANLLY THE MOST LIKE REASONABLE MAN OUT OF EVERYONE but he's like a neat freak also, Like....did u just leave a fucking go gurt on the table when you went to get ur phone? DIRTY ASS MF !!!! he just wants to make sure the house is clean some people say, "your house reflects you" And I think that's true but!! he we we all know he gon snap THE MFER HE NEEDS TO PUT UP WITH his freinds trying be likebthe power rangers or some shit I find it funny they are just all different colors palettes BUT HES GREAT !! HE COOKS, CLEANS, ACTUALLY HAS CALM HOBBIES did I say calm mbmb let's not forget his karaoke SKILLS HELLO??? THE SCREAMING HE CAN DO THE AMOUNT OF TIMES U GUYS GOT NOISE COMPLAINTS nobody would've guess it was from him. he just smiles, aplogizes and hands over the money he handing over the money so willingly cause that mf KNOWS IT WAS HIS FAULT but he don't give a shit LMFAOO he'll shut the door, wait a little, then start cursing out the neighbors in Swedish he's he's scary. he's literally like those innocent ass looking dogs names princesses that's a devil in secret he's ur devil in secret tho <33

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#luca x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland #ike x reader #ike eveland x reader #vox akuma #vox x reader #vox akuma x reader #shu yamino #shu x reader #shu yamino x reader #mysta rias #mysta x reader #mysta rias x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader

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stupidsagestars · 1 year

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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 can't take his eyes off of you as soon as you enter the meeting room. Your left hand glued to your phone whilst the right gripped onto a few prada bags, casual shopping for a girl like you, he thought. You smiled at him as you took a seat opposite him. "i can't believe I'm trusting you with my house" You scoffed, smiling at your best friend.

"you know I'm gonna do a great job babe." You roll your eyes at his nickname for you. Ever since you had met him in college he had never called you anything else, it was kinda cute.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 listens to you as you state your plans with his company. "I'm going for a totally modern look, you get what I mean?" He nods more than he has to, "I'm sure we can get everything done in about 6 months to a year." He says eyes still glued to your face. I mean there was nothing wrong with a little crush on his best friend right? But how cute was it that she trusted him to make her dream house for her, it turned him on quite a bit but to be fair anything she did turned him on.

As the meeting finishes, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 walks over to you to give you a small handshake but is slightly surprised when you pull him into a small hug.

"ahh I'm so excited to work with you!" You exclaim, finally letting go of the poor man.

He watches you leave the room, talking on the phone to a friend and fiddling with your purse.

"you should shoot your shot sir." His subordinate said putting his hand on his shoulder.

"get the fuck off me." Connie said, giving his subordinate a dirty look before pushing him off.

"I was just trying to help!"

"Look, I get it. You're asking for a wedding invite but you need t wait, I need to get with her first, remember?"

"ohh okay,my bad."

Fast forwards a 10 months, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫! 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞's team had finished building your new home, which just so happened to be on the same street as his own. Connie hummed as he checked his face on the reflection of his sleek,new porsche. He had just signed a major deal which could potentially now make him a billionaire. He noticed you just across the street, sitting on the front steps of your house smoking a cigarette. He decides to walk over to you, giving you a small wave. He takes a seat next to you.

"how the tables have turned. I remember when you used to give me hell for smoking a ciggy." He laughs and you scoff.

"needed a breather." you yawn, leaning onto him. He wraps his around you, admiring your beautiful face.

"why? you upset?" He says frowning.

"nope, happy actually, I feel weirdly surreal like this is all great but it's so much y'know?" you look up at him.

"well I say go with the flow, you're always so serious" He says making a funny face.

"I got some celebration wine, you want some?"

"now we're talking babe."

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Everyone says Connie's a nice guy, does his job great and is incredibly funny. Not when he's fucking the shit out of you though, turns into a sex monster.

Some innocent drinks leads to him pounding into you in the kitchen like there's no tomorrow.

"it feels so much better knowing that I designed this fucking kitchen." He moans into your ear.

"i bet it does." you say sarcastically, your grip on the kitchen counter loosening from the sheer speed connie was slamming his hips into you. Your legs were shaking and you couldn't close your mouth.

"see, I knew one day I'd fuck you in it, all around this place actually, although I didn't think you'd fold this early." He brags. This was not a lie, all those times he spent going over design with his co-worker, he made sure it was perfect,sturdy counter, enough space for a big sofa, huge room for a huge and comfortable bed and lastly an insanely modern bathroom.

He could feel himself getting slower and sloppier with his thrusts as his orgasm came closer. ,

"You close?" He asks licking your ear.

You whine in response, "thought so." He says unable to stop his teasing.

After you both reach your releases, Connie quickly throws away his condom and placed you on the counter.

"I'm starving." He mumbles, sticking his tongue out. He swirls his tongue around your pussy, relishing your taste. He notices you unconsciously try and close your thighs, too loss in pleasure.

"babe don't close your fucking legs, you taste way to fucking good." he uses one hand to push your thigh even wider and brings the other up to your pussy.

He stops for a second and you feel like you're about to cum just from the sight of him. Your cums all over his mouth,scratch marks and hickeys on his neck. He's looking at you so lewdly.

"What's the world record for an orgasm?" He says looking at you, eyes bright with mischief. You blink at him multiple times, what the fuck??That's why he stopped?

You look at him, knowing exactly what he's getting at.

"You can't be fucking serious." You groaned.

"Would you cum for longer if I fingered and ate you out at the same time?"

"You're being serious. Okay time's up." You kick him off you and walk to take a shower.

"Wait!! Y/N LET'S TRY IT OUT!! COME ON IT'LL BE FUN." He runs after you. "CAN WE AT LEAST SHOWER TOGETHER??"

---★--- i tried something else out this time, with Connie's personality really shining through in this one, not just serious sex but I hoped you enjoyed!! Follow for more :D

#connie springer #connie smut #anime #aot x reader #aot smut #connie x you #connie x y/n #attack on titan #connie springer x reader #connie springer imagine #snk fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction

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flame-cat · 1 year

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hey fellas so @boyswillbeboxes and I have been cooking a fun concept for a few days and I thought I'd share it with you along with some Images I doodled. the post we're talking about at first is this one right here but if u don't feel like looking at it tl;dr its kim glaring at jean and being possessive of Harry. synopsis under the readmore! tws for suicide baiting and suicidal actions

rat: THAT FUCKIN COMIC WITH KIM GIVING JEAN THE SIDE EYE I'M SCREAMING

GET HIS ASS KIM

me: DLFJFKFKF IM SO GLAD U SAW ITTTT

rat: I JUST DID

me: thought of u makin that

rat: 😭😭

I'm so honored

God lmao you're right tho

Listen listen if Harry fails the check for the karaoke and Jean is there and doesn't clap for Harry, Kim swears a VENDETTA

That's CANON

He brings it up at the tribunal he's so petty

The second one

He says some really backhanded shit I don't remember the specifics but he's basically like Enemy Sighted

me: he took one look at this man and went "is anyone gonna become harshly overprotective of that" and didn't wait for an answer

rat: NO FOR REAL

IT'S INSANE HOW QUICKLY KIM WOULD DIE FOR HARRY

I LOVE IT I LOVE THEM

me: like in my head it literally is just. jean is minding his business. he doesn't even do anything. and Kim is just glaring daggers at him from across the room. in my head it's a sitcom bit where every time Harry leaves the room with Kim and Jean left Kim threatens Jean's life and as soon as Harry comes back in hes Normal again and jean is like GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH

rat: Nobody ever believes Jean when he says this is happening

"No he's so even-tempered he's really polite maybe you just misinterpreted?"

Or even worse it makes Jean look crazy

me: like jean comes back to his desk and there's his mug which is now filled with dirt and a sticky note that says "bitch"

he looks over at Kim's desk and Kim is staring directly at him with murder in his eyes

and then a couple seconds pass and he looks away like nothing happened and jean is like "oh its ON motherfucker" (it is not on. jean can't hope to fight back against the wrath of kim kitsuragi)

jean fills Kim's coffee with salt? Kim just drinks it all. completely straight face. doesn't flinch once

kim comes over later and is like "thanks for the coffee" even tho jean was SURE no one saw him do that

he goes to fucking pryce about it eventually and he's just like "I don't appreciate you spreading rumors about the newest member of the 41st. he's done exemplary work. far better than you. maybe you need to go through that sensitivity training again?" and he blows his fucking LID over that.

challenges kim to a fucking brawl in the middle of the bullpen and Kim is just like. officer you're embarrassing yourself *eyebrow*

his reputation never recovers. even more of a joke than Dick Mullen now

rat: Kim being so so SO careful never to do this when anyone else is around. But then one day Jean is in the bathroom, and then the door opens, and it's Kim. And Kim just stops. Looks at him. Smirks a little. Then reaches behind himself and locks the door

And Jean feels FEAR

Kim never actually touches him. But it's very clear he's more than capable of following through on his threats.

Getting in his space and grabbing his chin to make sure Jean is Paying Attention

me: jean starts looking over his shoulder on his way home. one time Kim tails him just to fuck with him. jean thinks he loses him but when he gets onto his street kim is standing outside of his building, having his one cigarette

jean is stood frozen. Kim locks eyes with him as he puts out the cig on his boot. walks away

jean i think starts to try and play dirty as well but idk how he'd go about it. he's too... hm. stupid

rat: Yeah yeah yeah for sure like. He tries to "trick" Kim into a fight but Kim is five steps ahead at all times, he never takes the bait

And god help him if he tries to antagonize Harry to get to Kim

That's when Kim gets SERIOUS

That's when Kim finds him in a dark alley outside of work

Grabs a handful of his hair, smashes his face into a brick wall, puts him into a hammerlock hold

Whispers in his ear if he ever catches him trying that shit again, he's not getting a warning next time

me: I think it'd be hilarious if Jean tried to threaten suicide and it just. doesn't work. I think it'd make sense for him to bait kim like "okay well what if I killed myself and framed YOU for my MURDER" and Kim is like officer don't be dramatic get over yourself please

rat: Kim just staring at him like "Okay then. Do it. Right now."

Maybe Kim even hands over his gun

Jean trying to turn the tables by pointing it at Kim

Kim never flinches

"Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Unlike your idiotic plan, I'll be missed. And we both know Harry never stops."

me: I just think that scene in the alley could end up with Harry intuiting whats going on, that an officer is in danger, so he goes to stop it and- hey JEAN IS POINTING A GUN AT KIM??? AND KIM ISNT??? STOPPING HIM????

rat: HARRY PUTTING HIMSELF IN THE WAY OF THE GUN

Jean having to reconcile the fact that Harry is no longer his, insofar as he was before

me: after a tense second of not moving. jean actually considering doing it.

rat: GOD Jean being like I could just do it. Shoot him, maybe have time to reload and shoot myself after. That might be the only way to truly Hurt Kim

me: kim catches on to that. and for the first time he IS afraid

hes fine losing himself. but losing Harry? he couldn't bear it. he would sooner die

then. all at once. jean drops it

he can't do it. too much of a coward. "GOD FUCKING DAMN YOU!!" punches the wall etc. definitely crying. meanwhile kim GRABS Harry by the shoulders. he's shaking with fury and also something else. "what the FUCK are you thinking-" and Harry cuts him off with "what are YOU thinking? what the fuck was that? what HAPPENED to you?"

Harry means "you two" but kim feels that in his soul

they leave jean to talk after that. and that conversation is not a pretty one

smth smth "I was trying to protect you" "that was too far" "he went too far first. he was hurting you" "so your solution is to hurt him back?" "he wasn't going to STOP" "then let me deal with it!" etc etc

no idea what jean does from there. maybe he actually fucking thinks and reconsiders things and idk grows as a person

anyway after that we get the dinner from hell

harry invites them to a get-along dinner. christ

GOD. THE TENSEST DINNER EVER. TO RIVAL ANY FAMILY DINNER

im just imagining them trying to throttle each other on top of some takeout

harry is yelling TIMEOUT TIMEOUT

composure failure

rat: Harry like "can't we all just get along??" and Kim and Jean say NO at the same time

me: they both point at each other at the same time and go HE STARTED IT

harry actually passes an authority check and scolds them and they both realize how petty this is and its all very embarrassing and Harry is treating this very seriously. fully goes "do you have anything to say?" and they grumble sorry and he's like "not to me. to *each other*"

rat: He only passed Kim's authority because Kim hates seeing him sad

me: slow look at each other. jean holds out a hand. Kim grabs it so tight you hear joints snap.

they still hate each other so so much but Harry is Determined to make them friends

its like. harry is their get-along shirt

rat: Harry like the power of love and friendship will prevail and Kim tries he really does but every time he sees Jean he hears the Kill Bill sirens in his head

He makes an honest effort to threaten his life less but that's all he can manage

me: I do think this could get resolved eventually tho. like harry being put in some sort of crisis situation where his life is on the line or something

rat: Wouldn't it be funny if the situation was something Harry put himself in though

Like getting himself kidnapped by a gang

Like "wow this will really bring Jean and Kim together! ♡"

Meanwhile he's literally tied to a chair with his face bloody and nose broken

And Jean and Kim HAVE to team up. They can't take on a gang ALONE

Jean pretends not to care but he cares so much it makes him look stupid

If Harry actually dies what the fuck is he supposed to do

me: it works but not in the way he intended cause it actually touches on the heart of the conflict is that Jean wants to blame Harry for everything ever and also he does care so much it makes him look stupid so when they find out it was actually sort of on purpose they BOTH GET MAD AT HIM FOR THE SAME REASON

a horrible, deadly pact is formed. harry is now in grave danger

rat: Harry wanted them to be friends. And now, unfortunately, they are

He's never getting let out of their sight again

me: I like to think eventually they do chill out and become friends about it. like outside of all that. maybe jean finally gets over himself and Kim and Harry have a talk about being posessive- lol I'm just kidding those two are codependent to the fucking grave. but still I think they could end up being civil and the death threats just become banter

the competitive streak never dies tho. constantly trying to one-up each other. functional kismesistude

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; 1989 (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part II)

WILDEST DREAMS

Let's get out of this town.

Heaven can't help me now.

Nothing lasts forever.

This is gonna take me down.

He's so tall and handsome as hell.

He's so bad, but he does it so well.

I can see the end as it begins.

Say you'll remember me.

Say you'll see me again.

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams.

No one has to know what wе do.

This is gettin' good now.

You'll see me in hindsight.

Burnin' it down.

Someday, when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around.

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

Are you insane?

It's been a long six months.

You were too afraid to tell her what you want.

That's how it works.

That's how you get the girl.

I want you for worse or for better.

I would wait forever and ever.

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together.

Remind her how it used to be.

Tеll her how you must have lost your mind.

You left her all alone and never told her why?

That's how you lost the girl.

You know that I don't want you to go.

THIS LOVE

I could go on and on.

And you were just gone.

I never dreamed of this.

This love is good.

This love is bad.

This love is alive back from the dead.

These hands had to let it go free.

This love came back to me.

Struggled through the night with someone new.

You showed up just in time.

I watched you leave.

When you're young, you just run.

You come back to what you need.

This love left a permanent mark.

This love is glowing in the dark.

I KNOW PLACES

It's a scene and we're out here in plain sight.

I can hear them whisper as we pass by.

It's a bad sign.

Somethin' happens when everybody finds out.

Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out.

They are the hunters, we are the foxes.

I know places we won't be found.

They'll be chasing their tails tryin' to track us down.

I know places we can hide.

Lights flash and we'll run for the fences.

Let them say what they want, we won't hear it.

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time.

Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it.

They take their shots, but we're bulletproof.

You know, for me, it's always you.

I know, for you, it's always me.

CLEAN

The drought was the very worst.

The flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst

It was months and months of back and forth.

You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore.

Hung my head as I lost the war.

When I was drownin', that's when I could finally breathe.

I think I am finally clean.

I punchеd a hole in the roof.

Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you.

I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing.

Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it.

I won't give in.

Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it.

WONDERLAND

We fell down a rabbit hole.

Nothing's as it seems.

Didn't they tell us, "Don’t rush into things"?

Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?

Didn't it all seem new and excitin'?

I should have slept with one eye open at night.

We found Wonderland.

You and I got lost in it.

We pretended it could last forever.

Life was never worse, but never better.

There were strangers watchin'.

Whispers turned to talkin', and talking turned to screams.

Didn’t you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?

It’s all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind.

I reached for you, but you were gone.

I knew I had to go back home.

You searched the world for somethin' else to make you feel like what we had.

And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad.

YOU ARE IN LOVE

Time moved too fast.

No proof, not much, but you saw enough.

The light reflects the chain on your neck.

No proof, one touch, but you felt enough.

You can hear it in the silence.

You can feel it on the way home.

You can see it with the lights out.

You are in love.

He keeps his word.

For once, you lеt go of your fears and your ghosts.

You're my best friend.

He keeps a picture of you in his office downtown

You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars.

I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words.

NEW ROMANTICS

We're all so tired of everything.

We wait for trains that just aren't comin'.

We show off our different scarlet letters.

Trust me, mine is better.

We're so young, but we're on the road to ruin.

We play dumb, but we know exactly what we're doin'.

We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom.

I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.

Every day is like a battle.

Every night with us is like a dream.

We're the new romantics.

Heartbreak is the national anthem.

We are too busy dancin' to get knocked off our feet.

The best people in life are free.

The lights and noise are blinding.

It's all in the timing,

We need love, but all we want is danger.

We team up, then switch sides like a record changer.

The rumors are terrible and cruel but, honey, most of them are true.

Come along with me.

Please, take my hand.

Please, take me dancin'.

Please, leave me stranded.

It's so romantic.

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For the first time in my life, I actually enjoyed a musical episode! SNW pulled it off. This show knows how to make comedy, drama, action and now musicals too!

This cast is insanely talented. I can't believe how good everyone sings! Bravo!!!👏

Also all the songs were awesome. Kudos to the composers!👏

Now give this show an Emmy please!

!Spapel Spoilers!

I'm heartbroken.💔 I feel exactly like Spock. 😭

This episode was hard for our ship. But I will wait till the finale to see where the writers are going with their story.

This episode didn't give us Christine's POV. And because of that she seemed a little out of character? We have seen their relationship through Spock's perspective. All we can say about Christine is that she was super happy to get the Fellowship bcoz it was truly her professional dream. Something that she always wanted and worked so hard to get. And with this new music reality heightening their emotions, forcing them to lose control, she was extra enthusiastic about the Fellowship.

Spock on the other hand is dealing with so many feelings! Christine is IMO his first love and now he is experiencing his first heartbreak, which is gonna leave a mark. He believes Christine never felt as strongly as he felt for her. He thinks he's left behind and abandoned. He openly admits that he's hurt. Which is kind of a big deal for him.

Hopefully in the finale we will get some good scenes, I especially want to hear about Christine's feelings. I suspect she is self-sabotaging at the moment. She already had commitment phobia, then Boimler crushed her dreams and confirmed her fears, then her PTSD was triggered and BOOM. She is putting up walls around her heart and pushing Spock away.

I hope this is not the end for them. I hope the feelings between them and the tension remain throughout the show.

#spapel #spock x chapel #spock and chapel #christine chapel #spock #star trek strange new worlds #star trek snw #strange new worlds #i will go down with this ship #i want to hold Spock #he is my baby #why christine why

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Waterparks Intellectual Property Lyrics Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Death, Self Harm

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ST*RFUCKER

"Yo, imagine an album starting with this."

"Take a breath, close your eyes, and shit."

"I'm gonna move out of my loft."

"I can drive you fucking crazy."

"I'll always be around."

"I'm climbing up to your window now."

"It's been a pleasure, nice to meet you."

"Maybe I'm a soul-sucker but you're just a star fucker."

"I signed somebody's NDA."

"I bet you wouldn't ask me to do that by this time next year."

"You can't hide my face and save me for a rainy day."

"It don't go two ways."

"Nope."

"I don't wanna be toxic, I just wanna be honest."

"This shit hits like a comment."

"It just hurts 'cause I want it."

"I'm saying picture that, but like, right before things go dark."

REAL SUPER DARK

"Oh, you mean -name-?"

"Leave some tears after."

"If you're feeling silly."

"I'll call you, beep you later."

"I'm sorry, stop."

"I'm out of my cage."

"I'm on stage."

"I'm dyin' to give you a show."

"I'm alienated."

"Here are a few of the notes."

"My fans are the best."

"They'd love me more dead."

"Man, I can't die 'til I finish the album."

"'Course if I could time it right, shit could go platinum."

"Baby, it's gettin' too loud."

"Everyone's freaking me out."

"Shut the fuck out of your mouth."

"Everybody's proud of me."

"Therapy's not working."

"I don't understand."

"I kill time by playin' tennis with your favorite band."

FUNERAL GREY

"11PM they walked in with their friends."

"I'm trippin' off the deep end."

"Call me a Lyft or a black hearse."

"I know you'll make my head spin."

"What's your favorite color?"

"That's not a color, it's a shade."

"Don't disagree with me."

"I didn't get their name."

"I can't explain the look on their face."

"They wore a sweater in summer weather."

"It's killing me."

"I just want you to be my next mistake that I'm gonna make."

"3AM they walked in, took a hit."

"That shit is gonna kill you."

"They kinda smiled and blew it in my face."

"Well, now you're gonna die, too."

"They rolled their eyes."

"I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit."

"Float my way."

"I'm melting for you."

BRAINWASHED

"What's up?"

"Hello, I'm trying to meet ya."

"Don't take it away."

"I wanna play."

"Where did the time fly?"

"What if I pray?"

"Hoping you'll stay into the daylight."

"Wait, what am I saying?"

"I feel insane."

"It's only been a couple of days."

"I'm having the same thoughts."

"Thinking you got me brainwashed."

"I'm see-through."

"Need you."

"Why do I think you're so cool?"

"Everything's clean except for my thoughts."

"Thinking about getting you off."

"It's been a week, I'm still at your house."

"I don't wanna leave, it's freaking me out."

"Why am I acting like that?"

"My day's fucked 'til you finally wanna text back."

"I put some extra on my laugh when you say things."

"Are you really that funny or am I hallucinating?"

"I'm slipping away."

"Give me space."

"Give me your face at the same time."

"It's like my brain isn't mine."

"You moved into my mind, dropped your bags, drew the blinds."

"The syndrome feels Stockholm."

"Do you wanna keep me on lock though?"

2 BEST FRIENDS

"I'm trying to turn my brain off."

"I don't know where to go."

"With the blinds drawn and the lights off?"

"I could pick your body in a lineup."

"Now I'm sick of waiting on you."

"Now I'm sick of waiting on you to call when you're out every night."

"I'm sick of playing it cool."

"Baby, really, I wanna die."

"I went out with my two best friends."

"Tried anything not to think of you."

"It didn't work and I feel like shit."

"Wake up tomorrow and try again."

"You hit the back with the syntax."

"You treated my heart like a handbag."

"Now I'm solo when the night's cold."

"I kissed a couple people but they taste wrong."

END OF THE WATER (FEEL)

"If you feel it, then I feel it, too."

"If you believe me, I could be your truth."

"If you need me, all I need is you."

"Wait."

"Why we ghost each other for a week at a time?"

"Both waiting for each other to reply."

"Make plans and let 'em fall through."

"I can't even call you."

"I can't even call you, let alone call you mine."

"I can be nonchalant if that's what you really want."

"I'm just glad you and I are alive at the same time."

"We can't take back what we never gave."

"That distance keeps us safe."

"Nobody told me that safe is so lonely."

"Now I'm checking your DMs again."

"I'm thinking 'bout your face instead."

Can't we act like you and I are alive at the same time?"

SELF-SABOTAGE

"When we talk, I'm never wrong."

"I'm never wrong."

"If we don't fight it won't last long."

"Might unplug my phone for the night."

"When you need me the most I'll miss that flight."

"It's avoidable."

"I'll destroy chances to be better than I was before you and me."

"Now we're at the part where you'll hate what you see."

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

"I'm on my way to you but I self-sabotage."

"I might drive my car and crash into your garage."

"To get away from you."

"If you like when we talk, I'll dislocate my jaw."

"It's sad, so sad."

"We both know it."

"Every time I find a good thing I throw it."

"All the way over the edge."

"I stay stoic."

"I get the chance to change your mind, still I blow it."

"You don't see."

"I don't really battle."

"You leave me in the rain."

"Singing through the pain."

"Eddie Vedder sang it better."

"They said they hated me."

RITUAL

"My inner child needs a bulletproof vest."

"A phone that can text?"

"Twenty years rest."

"Build a bomb shelter."

"Bite a belt for the stress."

"Never know what's next."

"Sleeping with my clothes on in case shit goes wrong."

"Gotta clear my front lawn."

"Eyes feel heavy tonight."

"I could sleep for weeks."

"Don't look for me."

"They're killing me when I'm fast asleep."

"Are you hearing me when I say you're bleeding me out?"

"All the things you don't say."

"I'm living fucking betrayed."

"Living like I'm dead and on my own."

"Like a ritual."

FUCK ABOUT IT

"I like you but I need some space."

"I like you kinda far away."

"It's not hard to kill a day lookin' at your face."

"I like you but I need some room."

"Been givin' me your attitude."

"It doesn't always stay that way."

"I hate the aftertaste."

"I don't wanna leave you hangin' on."

"When we fight it's like a marathon."

"Give me three days alone."

"We can fuck about it later if you want."

"It's all we ever really do when something's wrong."

"You don't seem to like it when we talk."

"We never fix the problems that we've got."

"I guess I'll see you later."

"You've been at my crib for like the seventh day up in a row."

"You've been doing silly things like checking who I follow."

"I know you're waiting by the phone."

"It's alright, I won't lie to you."

"Sometimes when we fight it's like scars on my wrist."

"When I think about the shit that we did to one another, baby…"

A NIGHT OUT ON EARTH

"Am I missing out?"

"Am I having fun?"

"Is it just me, or is it everyone?"

"Desensitized."

"The love I get is virtual."

"Now Jesus hates my guts."

"It's getting personal."

"It's a night out."

"The last one for a while."

"Can't get worse."

"Now, if I ever feel jealous I just turn it into lyrics."

"I fuckin' sell it."

"When I get depressed and make songs I turn pain into rain and sing along."

"Still, I get hit."

"Do you remember me?"

"Some version, I guess."

"Dude, oh my God."

"Tell me what you want about your brand."

"Will I make a post shouting out your lemonade stand?"

"Aw, come on man, we're bros."

"Like I've known you forever."

"I watched your little band grow."

"Now it's fuck you and everyone you know."

"I'm gonna make sure you get it through your head before you go."

"I wear my red flags like a cape."

"Got superhuman strength when I'm fucking up your day."

"I'm coming in first so pour the Gatorade."

"Life gave me lemons, now I bleed lemonade."

"It gets so fucking hot under all this shade."

"Everywhere I walk's a toxic parade."

"The glove don't fit but I wear it anyway."

"I could drive my Lexus overnight back home to Texas."

"I could fall asleep in my old bed."

"Life got kinda hectic."

"On the day I got my necklace."

"I just wanna fall asleep on my own."

"It's a hell of a time."

"Was I loved or was I right?"

"I kissed a couple people in a week."

"Am I gonna go to Hell in my sleep?"

"Will God forgive me?"

"I gotta hide everybody that I like."

"Did therapy four times this week from my bike."

"I'm overthinking everything."

"A Capricorn with double horns."

"Triple six, Baby."

"I'm fucking dying for you."

"If it was up to me."

"Everyone I know knows another me."

"It's getting hard to keep track of everything I keep locked behind my back."

"I'm jumping out the window."

"I'm leaving when the night goes."

"I ain't gonna let go."

"Stay jumping at the tempo."

"This is how this shit goes."

"I ain't jumping out the window."

"Stay living at the tempo."

"I'm a natural blue."

"I'm very stoked out to have them on the phone right now."

"Everyone get stoked."

SNEAKING OUT OF HEAVEN

"And I said like a million vocal things in my head for it."

"But like…"

"Whatever, fuck it, here."

"Highkey when we fuck I feel like I'm struck."

"They say I'm brainwashed."

"Yeah, I might be."

"I build a secret room for you."

"Just one more chance to adore you."

"Love you."

"If you're toxic, I'll wear a hazmat."

"Do you think God knows?"

"You've been sneaking out of Heaven."

"Like were their eyes closed?"

"There's no way they're just letting you fall from the stars and get in my car."

"Go to my place."

"You put away your halo."

"I swear to God my heart's gonna pop."

"It's beating light speed."

"If I'm not brainwashed, man, I'm trying to be."

"Swallow my shoes and car keys."

"I don't need those 'cause I won't leave."

"I'll have to jump the gates when I die 'cause they won't let me inside."

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