#didn't read the article just saw a beautiful gif and was like

[charmedreincarnation]

Hey guysss! A lot of people have been asking for me to make a challenge for a while now. I honestly didn’t want to, not because I’m against them or anything but because the law will be different for everyone. Sometimes, it feels like tumblr needs a reminder - you are the only person who knows what you need to do to succeed. I wish I could imprint this realization on everyone's minds. I’ve also gotten so manyyyy asks about things that genuinely just feel like your doubts repeating in your mind constantly so I’m gonna talk abt my beliefs bc y’all are spiraling really hard. I get it you want your desires for Christmas and new years. It’s okay take a breath, you're alive and will be okay.

Firstly: at the beginning I used to spend countless time spiraling into depression, constantly changing my methods every time I saw a new success story, and every time I found a new foolproof' tumblr method. Methods that were supposed to guarantee results in a day so when they didn’t I felt rlly useless. It was annoying, to say the least, and I don’t want to help others do the same thing, but really all I can do is reiterate what I always say and hope you apply it to everything!!

A lot of you guys wanted something that didn’t involve the void state, so that’s what this will revolve around! But feel free to make this void orientated if you desire, and I’ll also add a void section so all my babies can eat!

Ok so you’ve over consumed, you have dropped the void, and now have switched to just assuming and knowing that you would wake up with your dream life - embracing states. Great! At first, it will seem like you're doing nothing but you aren’t! For example, I knew I was dwelling in the state of wish fulfilled when I went to work without shedding tears, when I looked in the mirror and didn't think I was ugly because, well, I'm beautiful! I didn't care abt not performing well on a test because I could revise my past etc. this isn’t to say ignore the 3D: don’t do that, please try and make sure you’re safe and okay. But know life is malleable. Slowly, things that used to bother me—my parents, grades, anxiety, self-deprivation—started to fade away. Even though my dream life hadn't reflected in my 3D yet, I felt the switch. That's when I decided, I know what to do.

I also remember finding this cute website a long time ago that I want to share that summarizes it in such a great and simple way.

So Before I knew or understood what LOA was, I found this gem of an article on I am Love'- "How To Shift Into A State & Stay There". I think I have a post abt it somewhere on my blog but I’m too lazy to find it so here it is again.

Basically it explains that the essence of shifting into a desired state and staying there. What resonated with me was her choice to dwell in the state of knowing that her desires are hers, no matter what.

The way she used colloquial language made the content relatable and easy to understand. It's like having a conversation with a friend who's guiding you through hard concepts with “dumbed down” language because at the beginning states made 0 sense to me.

Posts like this really helped me particularly because when I discovered Neville, it required three attempts on my part to not only intellectually grasp his teachings, but also to truly comprehend him as a whole, given his non-contemporary speaking tbh.

I recommend it if you find yourself stuck or not really grasping the law yet (which is more than okay) but, if you're looking to understand the loa better or just learn more give this article a read.

There’s also a particular quote from Neville that really got me to dive into his work after finding this article and it was- “The being that you really are, descended to the weakness of the flesh, causing you to experience the state you are now in. Contemplate another state, and the same being who brought your present form into being will restore and make alive the other state, the state desired. This he will continue to do until his purpose is fulfilled. That purpose is to follow a certain pattern back into the unity of being. You see, in the beginning we were drafted. We did not volunteer to fall into these states. We were made subject into futility, not willingly but by the will of him who sent us. But when we return we will discover that we are the very being who subjected us. We are now the sons, destined to return as God the Father!”

Now that you understand and are ready to apply state, Here’s a routine I’ve created to hopefully help you guys! It is very simple and not time consuming at all.

Scripting and writing: I love writing and feeling like the author of my own story, literally bringing my creation to life. I would write when I felt like it. Whenever I wanted to dwell in my state, I would simply write, "I have my dream life." It's so simple, yet it embodies everything I need. If you’re more of a picture girl, use Pinterest instead. Or both if you prefer it doesn’t matter.

Edward arts' "I am creator meditation": Again, do this whenever you like it. It's one of the few meditations that didn't bore me to death and seemed to work with my ADHD. I also love reading, so I would read his pdf whenever I felt like it and take mental notes. Reading his work was a reminder I was doing everything right, it resonated with me very well.

During doubt and overstimulation: When things get overwhelming, close your eyes and let the emotions pass. They’re just thoughts! repeat the words "I am" until your heart returns to its normal rhythm. It's a simple yet powerful way to ground yourself amidst the whirlwind of emotions. And guess what? You can use this technique for doubt too! So the next time you're feeling overwhelmed, remember the power of "I am". It's a gentle reminder of your existence, your resilience, and your capability to be whatever you want despairs any emotional turmoil.

Thank god: (yourself!!) When reminded of your desires. Thank you god. When you see your desires, (eg:Pinterest, online or you’re just reminded) thank you god! When you see an image of your desires, thank you god! When you dream or think about your desires. Thank god! Always thank the person fulfilling it aka you ;)! If you’re religious just thank the god you actually follow.

Nightly reflections: At night, ask yourself , "What would I do if I woke up in my dream life right now?" repeat this question throughout the night. Then, imagine whatever scene you want. What would you do if you could not fail? What would you do if you had all the money in the world right now. What if you looked in the mirror and saw the most ethereal being and it’s just you? What about if you woke up in your dream house with your dream family and pets? This is inspired by one of the first shifting methods I created that helped me fulfill my imagination before I knew what that meant. When you’re ready to sleep just remind yourself it is done, and drift off into your desires.

As I've always said, I've been a great daydreamer. I knew exactly what I wanted my life to look and feel like. I envisioned my walk-in closet filled with luxurious outfits, waking up in my dream room on a soft mattress with my pets purring nearby. I saw the decor reflecting my personality in every corner of my large, and pretty room. I imagined walking into my bathroom, seeing all my cool Sephora products lined up for my skincare and shower routine. I love taking care of myself because I know I deserve it. I saw myself looking in the mirror, knowing I'm "that girl" who turns heads wherever she goes.I visualized going downstairs in my boujee dream house,and seeing my family stress-free, smiling, and eating well. I saw plans being made on my phone, my friends were excited to see and talk to me. I went to my kitchen, filled with expensive ingredients ready for me to cook meals for my loved ones - because I love cooking. I saw myself checking my bank account and seeing multiple seven figures in my savings, checking, and investment accounts and opportunities easily presenting myself to make more if I wanted. I saw myself running errands in my car, shopping, getting Starbucks, having expensive lunch with friends, and making a trip to Target. Despite the simplicity of the day, I would come home and be like, "Ugh, what a long day!"like that one khloe kardashian meme. What if all this happened today? Visualize and feel the scenes so clearly that it felt like it's already happening.. not just in your imagination.

Most importantly: Define the law for you! Stop parroting bloggers and intertwine your own beliefs with the law. The only principle of the law is that through persistence assumption will harden into a fact. Other than that anything goes except for facts that are wrong.

Here’s old notes I found in my phone lol just so you know what I mean by define the law for you: ignore the writing I was kinda dumb and new to the law 😭😭

Now this is for my void babies if you made it this far.

Read this post.

This is it copied bc the links are wonky sometimes

“My previous method is based on the persistent assumption, which a lot of people don’t know how to do right and it might take some time even for those who have the right self-concept and the mindset, so today I was in the process of manifesting this method.

And I was successful!

This method is for everyone. It’s the easiest Void method.

Do you know that you get into the Void state at night automatically? At that time the whole perceived world disappears for you. Every single perception and assumption you have disappears while your consciousness in the calm and natural Void state.

Use it to your advantage. Now that you know about the Void that you enter when you sleep, the perfect state to manifest anything that you wish to perceive, with no “resistance”, no illusions of annoying solid things around, you only need to remember your scripted starting point in your DR and practice watching it all coming out of the Void.

Practice that scene with your eyes closed, say to yourself:”That is what I perceive. Next time I’m in the Void, I’ll experience this”. You won’t even need to be fully aware of yourself that way when you get into the Void while you are asleep. Your subconscious would do all the work as it now would have the instruction and a clear image of you expecting it.

Personal experience: as I was receiving information on this method, I almost stepped into my DR! I wasn’t even in the absolute void state, I was only creating the scene for this method and I felt it materialise with my senses!

I have great feeling that it’s going to give fast results for others! Try it, teach your subconscious what it needs to bring forth while in the Void, let it do your work for you!”

Lastly, I’m gonna talk abt my beliefs real quick bc the fear of shifting vs manifesting makes me sad for y’all. I understand you don’t wanna leave behind the people you love and that’s not fear to feel ashamed of having! I personally hate the npc mindset a lot of have people have adopted. The only thing we know for sure is that assumptions create realities, and consciousness is the real reality. Everything else boils down to assumptions, except for principles. For example, shifting is not lucid dreaming, even if you assume it to be. That is the principle. I’m just going to copy what I told my mutal bc I’m lazy and need to finish Christmas stuff 😭😭 but Our imagination and the 4D realm are products of our consciousness, which is indeed real. Our view of reality is shaped by our consciousness, since we can't experience everything all at once.

Unless, of course, you shift into a super omnipotent god. Even then, you’d probably still struggle with the concept of infinity because, well, infinity is infinite. And it’s constantly a never exnding expansion. As humans, we're finite beings, and our understanding of the infinite is naturally limited. Because you can’t and won’t ever experience everything at once, infinity is always expanding. Our awareness can be thought of as fragments of consciousness; it's like being a drop of water in a massive ocean. Even though our perception is limited, the infinite is always there, always existing. We simply adjust our awareness to perceive this infinite reality.

And through our consciousness, we are able to tap into other realities or 'multiverses', which give us a broader understanding of existence. This exploration of consciousness and the multiverse is a significant part of my journey into the world of manifestation.

The law of consciousness explains why, when you "shift" or change your perspective, you don't physically move. It's all about altering your state of awareness. This is also why time doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. You can become aware of any time or day you want, as long as you choose to be aware of it. It's like having a mental time machine. This law is why infinite universes exist. As long as you can be aware of it, you can assume and embody the state of that person. Whether that's someone with a billion dollars on Earth, or a person who lives in the Attack on Titan world, it's all about your awareness.Our awareness is just a fragment of the larger consciousness – hence the idea of the multiverse. Each universe is a different fragment, a different state of awareness. And we have the power to “shift” into any of these states, therefore shifting into any of these universes.

I’m telling you this bc there’s no need to be afraid of manifesting or being in a reality with robotic versions of the people you love. Ariana grande and Marilyn Monroe for example talk about loa without acknowledging it and we see their success. Neville Goddard and his followers saw each other’s manifestions and I manifest for my friends and they mnaifest for me.

Take a deep breath and let go of the tik tok clone mindsets y’all have they don’t exist. You can manifest and assume anything you want in your imagination. Y’all literally want to manifest things like millions of dollars, revising deaths, living in new countries, having immorality in your waiting rooms, and never aging which is all possible of course. So be for real, why assume and know that you can achieve all that, but it won't manifest exactly how you want? I've also wondered about what happens to the "old version" of people when they manifest their dream life. As far as I'm concerned, they dont exist because you choose not to be aware of them.

I really want to talk about this too, as I've received similar questions and, oh my god, I thought I was alone. I've always been a bit delusional and lived in my head, but when I became conscious of the law, did anyone else feel a sense of self-embarrassment? I don't know what that was, but I'd genuinely feel my soul wanting to throw up envisioning my desires that aren't mine, even though I've always been a daydreamer. It's kind of like when you feel you can't have them or it's strange to envision yourself with something you can't have, so you just purge yourself. 😭

I was thinking back to why that happened and laughing at myself because we need to be serious right now. Why are you getting sick by your own mind? Imagine if Van Gogh, anytime he pulled out a canvas and held a brush, was jump-scared by the brush. Picture him holding out the brush and just staring at the canvas crying because "well, the painting is going to suck 😐," "I don't know what to paint☹️☹️," "I already know it won't be like what I envision in my head 😡😡." Like, bro, the canvas is blank, just fucking paint. That’s why I really like his quote that's like...

“If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.” So If you’re scared of failing, if you’re scared of your desires, or scared of how it will come to fruition, for that reason alone is more so to and manifest it anyways.

But happy holidays guys! make some tea, scroll through Pinterest, read a good book and watch some Christmas films and remember if you can imagine/think your desires you can embody them bc where are you getting it from??

Here are some helpful documents I have read plus a cute vid I saw on insta reels : (let me know if the links are being weird)

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #void state #my asks

[psychwxrdd]

Chapter I

The Collector (1965)

Summary: Rafe Cameron is obsessed with y/n. Unable to make any normal contact, he decides to add her to his "collection" of pretty, preserved objects, in the hope that if he keeps her captive long enough, she will grow to love him.

🎀 - this is a personal adaptation of the classic The Collector, i love the book and the movie as well and i haven't changed practically anything except for the characters. all copyright to John Fowles, i don't own any of the credits or characters, this is just a fanfic on tumblr for my obx girlies!!

also, rafe is non canon, it's just his looks and name to be honest, cause everything else is just loyal to freddie clegg. lmk what yall think about it!

Rafe Cameron's POV.

Whenever she was home on vacation from boarding school, i used to see her almost everyday, as she lived right in front of the Figure 8. I often saw her leaving and entering the house with her sister and, sometimes, with her friends, who i didn't cared about. I was used, when i freed myself for a moment from the files and statistics, to stand at the window, and, through the frost-fogged glass, i observed the street. Then watching her pass by.

It was the best part of my day: Admiring her beauty. My heart always felt waves of love at her sight, i could phisically feel it. At night, at home, i recorded the incident in my journal, initially with an X and, later, when i discovered her name, her initials. I also met her, several times, on the street. One of the times she went to the door of the Public Library, when i stood behind her in a queue. She didn't even looked at me, but I saw her head and her very beautiful hair clearly. I could feel her scent, her sweet, heavenly scent. Only once, just once, before having her as a guest here, i had the privilege of seeing her hair completely down; It was so beautiful, like a mermaid, i had to take a deep breath. She looked just like an angel, what could i do?

I mean... I'm me. Rafe. I'm the bad guy, the most hated person of Outer Banks. Not even my family likes me, what chances did i stood with such a pure creature like her?

I didn't knew it was possible for an angel like her to exist in a filthy earth like ours.

Another time, on a saturday morning, when i didn't had to work and i went to Country Club. She was there. I immediately saw her sitting three seats in front of me, facing me, and so i was allowed to observe her for thirty-five minutes. Seeing her always made me feel as if i were capturing a true rarity, as if she was carefully bringing me closer, silently, to a butterfly with very beautiful, diffuse colors. I always thought of it as something indefinable and rare, as well as refined — not in other words, even the most beautiful ones. Words from an authentic connoisseur. I knew nothing about her when she was still at boarding school, except that her father was a doctor and that, as i heard, her mother drank a lot. I saw her mother once in a store: she had a high-pitched voice and it was obvious that, in fact, she was trouble. Cursing at other customers for a bottle of whine.

I later read in the local newspaper that she had won a scholarship, that she was very brilliant, and that she had a name as beautiful as herself: Y/n. I then learned that she was studying art. That newspaper article was immensely important to me, it was as if we had become acquainted, as if we had suddenly become intimate, even though, of course, we still didn't even knew each other. She didn't knew me. But, from the very first time i saw her i knew that she was the only one for me. I never saw anything so dreamy, so gorgeous before. And i'm not crazy, of course, since I knew it was just a dream, which it would always have been if it weren't for the money. I used to daydream about her, making up stories about me meeting her, admiring her, marrying her, and so on. She painted pictures, and I took care of my collection (in my dreams). She liked me as much as she liked my collection, whose pieces she drew and painted; We worked together in a big, beautiful modern house, in a huge room, with a huge glass wall.

We had local group meetings, where instead of saying nothing, for fear of making a mistake, we were the very popular host and hostess. Y/n was always the most beautiful of them all, and the other men never got tired of admiring her... She was mine. It didn't mattered who wanted her. Y/n was my girl, she would always be.

The only times i didn't have pleasant dreams about her was when I saw her with a certain young, pretentious, noisy man. Blond, a bit smaller than me, from The Cut, probably. I met him once, while waiting to deposit some money, and heard him say: “Give me everything in five notes." The check was only for ten, and the guy thought it was funny. He thought he was cool shit. Well, i saw her get into his van several times and, on those days, she was always very unpleasant towards my colleagues in the office. I then refused to mark her initials in my journal of entomological observations. It was on those days that I allowed myself to have nightmares. She would then cry or kneel before me. Once, I even let myself dream that i punished her for betraying me like that. Maybe that was when it all started...

In one of the sunday newspapers, i saw a large advertisement for a house on the properties for sale page. I hadn't looked for that section, but the ad caught my attention when I turned the page. The title was: "AWAY FROM THE CRAZY CROWD?” Just that. I then read what the advertisement said: Country house, old, privileged, charming situation, large garden, one hour from Kildare, by car, two miles from the nearest village. And so much more. The next morning i got in the car and went to see it by myself. I called the agent and arranged to meet his representative. That's what money gives us. It makes everything easier for us... there are never obstacles. I had expected to find an old house, dilapidated and in a terrible state of repair. There was no doubt that it was old. The exterior was black and white beams and stone slabs. The seller was already there when i arrived. I thought he might be a rude old man, but it turned out he was an well-educated type, making all kinds of not very witty jokes, as if it were not worthy to sell anything - and there was some difference between selling items in a store and selling houses. He immediately displeased me because he was very curious. I think I can still say that i didn't go there just to see if the house was in a suitable location for me, but to have a guest without anyone knowing. What we do next always makes us forget what we did before. The guy wanted to know if the house was just for me. I told him it was for my stepmom. We were already going downstairs, i thought that we had seen everything. I was getting ready to tell him that the house wasn't quite what i wanted, that it was too small, to make him feel even worse when he told me that we had already seen everything except the cellar and the basement. So, there was a basement?

We had to go through the back, where there was a door next to the kitchen door. We went down some very dark stairs. The lights were off, of course, but he had a flashlight. The basement was very cold and damp, being so far from the sun. The walls had been whitewashed a long time ago, and the lime had begun to fall off, giving way to mold that accumulated in the dampest places. The cellar continued throughout the house, as he told me, and there was another cellar, a few steps below, to which I was led through a small door. It was even bigger than the previous one having a lower, arched ceiling, like the basements that sometimes exist under churches. “The ideal place for orgies,” he said.

"What is this cellar for?" I asked him, ignoring the fucking stupid comment. He replied that it was thought to be because the house was so far from everything and because in the past it was necessary to store large quantities of food and other reserves. It was even possible that it had been a secret chapel of the Catholic Church. Well, we return to the surface and go out into the garden. When he closed the door, it was as if that basement had ceased to exist. It was as if there were two worlds. And that's what it has been. There are certain days when I wake up in the morning thinking it was all a dream, until i return to the basement.

The salesman looked at his watch.

"I'm interested," — I told him, — "very interested."

I was so nervous that he looked at me with a surprised expression. The man said that he had to go get another client who was also interested in the house, and i told him that i would stay there in the garden and think for a while, to be able to make the final decision. It was a very pleasant garden, with the back part covered in lucernes. Ideal plant to attract butterflies. The field behind the house extends to a hill. To the east, on both sides of the road, the woods extend almost to the town. To the west, more fields. The nearest house is a mile away, over the hill. On the south side it was very beautiful. Despite being somewhat hidden by the trees in the garden and the fence that surrounds it. The garage is excellent.

I quickly got into the habit of closing the garden gate. It was, in reality, nothing more than a little door, but it had a lock. Although i still saw some people peeking through the fence, the local people soon realized that it was better to leave me alone. I was finally alone, and only then was i able to dedicate myself to work.

I used to do a certain number of housework, which my dad had taught me. So, i was able to decorate the basement room very nicely, although saying so seems vain on my part. After adding several layers of felt, i covered in white, which went very well with the pink walls. I furnished it with a bed and a chest of drawers, a table, chairs, etc. The small bathroom that had already been installed by the firefighters was separated from the bedroom by a partition, the entrance to which was covered by a beautiful screen. I also made shelves myself and filled them with lots of art, porcelain dolls, books and novels, to try to give that underground room a princess, Y/n look, which I finally achieved. I didn't risk putting pictures on the walls, as i thought her taste must be very advanced. What was her favorite movie? Her favorite band? I was dying to know. I wanted to know every single thing about her, i wanted her to tell me. To cry in front of me and confess her deepest fears, to laugh in her purest way.

One of the biggest problems was, of course, the issue of doors and noise insulation. I therefore had to make a heavy oak door to separate the two sections of the cellar. I must say this was my hardest work. The first one I made didn't work, and I had to make another one, this one much better. No man could broke into that door, let alone a small, fragile girl like her. It was two inches thick, completely lined with metal on the inside, so she couldn't try to pierce the wood, and it was no joke getting it on the hinges. On the outside, I adapted an open closet with shelves, where i placed some tools, so that, if someone entered the first cellar, the door would be disguised, and no one would even notice that there was another room lower down. Everything was quite perfect and, for greater peace of mind, i installed a small electrical alarm system, in case someone wanted to enter the first cellar during the night.

And despite those preparations, i had never thought all this time that the thing was serious. I used to say, talking to myself, that I would never carry out that project: that it was all a simulation. And i would never have had that idea if it weren't for all the time and money i had. In my opinion, many people who may seem normal now would also have done what i did, or similar things, if they had been given the time and money to do so. I mean, doing the things they want to do, even though they know they shouldn't do them. An old teacher of mine always said that power corrupts man. And money is power.

Another thing i did: I bought a lot of clothes for her. Colors that I had always seen Y/n wear. Makeup, everything i knew she would love. I mean, i thought so. I just wanted my darling to have everything. I took every precaution possible and imaginable.

I got used to going and sitting in Y/n's room, trying to figure out if she could escape from there. I had to make sure she would never leave, i had created the perfect dollhouse for her. Did she liked butterflies? I hope so.

tags: @h34rtsformilli 💕

#rafe cameron #drew starkey #obx fic #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader

[urtheoneiwant]

Buckle Bunny of Sorts │ Rhett Abbott

Genre: SMUT with some fluff

Summary: From the insistence of a friend, you spend a night out on the town. But you run into your long time crush, Rhett Abbott, and he has something to tell you.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! P in v, oral sex (female receiving), small spit kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, kinda dom!Rhett and sub!reader, use of term 'buckle bunny', pining, revealing feelings, unprotected sex, pull-out method (be smart! don't use pull-out method as a form of birth control irl), messy sex, pet names (bunny, baby), a smidge of sexism from the towns people? Written as a fem!reader. Just nasty, nasty filth.

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: My first smut! Please be kind, I'm still very new to writing and especially smut. But I loved Outer Range and I saw someone post about wanting to be Rhett's buckle bunny and couldn't get this out of my head. I didn't want country girl (as I call her) to be an actually buckle bunny since they are sort of frowned upon (but I say you do you). So this is the idea I came up with instead. It took me forever to write this, but I'm pretty proud of it. In conclusion, I love Lewis Pullman and the characters he plays. Go watch Outer Range if you like Lewis, he's amazing in it and it is such a great show! Now I have to go bathe in holy water :) Oh and feel free to send in any request or thoughts you have about Top Gun or other characters. There is a list on my page of the main fandoms I'm into, but you can send whatever you want it and I've might have seen/read it. And you can always reach out to me for whatever (rants, ideas, links to articles about be we're obsessed with) Thanks for the support!

SMUT BELOW CUT. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

(GIF is not mine)

Admittedly, you felt a bit stupid. In your head, this seemed like a good idea, but as the idea becomes a reality you mentally kick yourself for it. 

You’ve grown up in Amelia county your entire life. And in a place like this, people tend to stick to their roots, inner circle, and cliques. That being said, you knew just about everyone in your town, and definitely knew every boy your age. The problem was that they knew you too. Growing up you were definitely an outcast. Spending all your free time working to help pay the bills didn’t give you many chances to make friends. You were boring, safe. You knew it. You weren’t anything to write home about. At least that’s what you told yourself. 

Last week you sat with the one friend you managed to make throughout your time in school, Sadie, and spilled these thoughts to her.

“That’s bullshit honey, and you know it.” Leave it to Sadie to soften the blow. “I’m sorry, but you are beautiful, any guy would be lucky to have you. But you spend all your time holed up at work or with me. These guys haven’t got a proper look at you since you hit puberty, no wonder they don’t seem interested.” She lectured.

“Well, what am I supposed to do about that? Get all dolled up for a night on the town? Look around, it’d be ridiculous” You replied.

“Come on, let me take you out. Just throw on some daisy dukes, a risky top, and some nice boots. It’ll be fun. And I’ll personally beat the shit out of anyone who has anything bad to say. Please, please, please…” And you knew that when Sadie was like this, you had no choice but to give in. So you agreed, one night out. 

And that’s how you found yourself in your apartment letting Sadie pick out your outfit. She refused to tell you where you both were going, claiming that she didn’t want you to “get scared off.” And after opening the door wearing a pair of worn-out jeans and mud-covered boots, Sadie pushed her way inside to make you change.

She rifled through your dresser before holding up the tiniest pair of shorts you own. “No way, those are from high school. I don't even think they’ll fit. Plus it’s late out, why would I want to wear shorts?” You tried to reason with her, you really did. 

“They may not fit you like they did in high school, but that’s the point, honey. Just trust me this once. Everyone is going to be all over you.” She replied, and handed you the shorts. As you began to wiggle them up she quietly added “Oh, and Rhett’s going to be there.”

You froze in place, glaring at your friend. “WHAT? Oh my god. Oh my god. I can’t believe you.” Rhett fucking Abbott. The cowboy that you had been crushing on since middle school. Ever since the day he saw you walking home late after babysitting for a little cash and offered, no insisted, on walking you home. He was a few years ahead of you and happened to be friends with your older brother. Anytime he would come round your house to see your brother you would find yourself with your ear pressed to your door, trying to catch any of the words he was saying. Your eyes always seemed to wander outside your window to see if he was out back throwing a ball around with your brother. Once you even caught a glimpse of him shirtless after coming over to help your mom with some yard work.

Needless to say, your crush on Rhett didn’t get any better. In high school, you went out of your way to see him in the halls, or to accidentally run into him on your way home from work. You even went as far as to offer to tutor him in algebra, a class you yourself were failing. He wasn’t too keen on getting your help once your brother told him about that. 

Now, Rhett had grown up and you had too. You would see him from time to time at the bar you worked at, always polite and asking about your family. And even now, you couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted whenever he was around. Some crushes just don’t go away. 

“You’ve been into him since 8th grade! I can’t believe you haven’t made a move yet. It’s time to put your big girl panties on and do something. Hell, screw someone else for all I care. All I know is that if I have to watch you make puppy dog eyes at Rhett from across a room one more time, I’m going to lose my mind.” Sadie said. But that was the problem. No matter how many guys you went out with, or screwed, you always came back to Rhett. Honestly, you could see why it was so exhausting for your friend to watch all the time, it was a bit pathetic being a grown woman with a crush from middle school. 

Deciding to listen to your friend and do something about your pining over him, you buttoned up your shorts and turned to look in the mirror. Sadie was right, they don’t fit as they did in high school. Where they used to be a bit loose on you, they now held on to every curve you had. Damn, when did you get an ass? Swallowing your nerves, you shoved your feet into your white boots that only appeared on special occasions. To top it off, you threw on an old flannel opting to tie it up and undo the top couple of buttons to let a bit of your cleavage spill out. 

“Now, that is hot. He’s going to be drooling over you, just wait” Sadie hyped you up. She reached up and messed your hair up just a bit, giving it a wind-swept look before ushering you out to her truck. 

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After driving for a half hour, Sadie pulled into a dirt parking lot. You saw lights flashing, and heard cheering coming from the stadium seats. She took you to a fucking rodeo. Dressed in booty shorts. 

“This is a joke. I look like a goddamn buckle bunny for christ's sake.” You curse out to her. She has the audacity to simply smirk back and says,

“Bout time you start acting like one.” And with that, she was out of the car and walking towards the show. With no other option but to sit and stew in the truck all night, you reluctantly hop out too. You curse under your breath and begin to tell Sadie that this is the last time you go anywhere with her without knowing before what she had planned. 

Walking into the crowd, you felt your throat dry. You could feel people staring and you swore you heard a whisper that said “Is that Bruce’s daughter, Y/N?”. Suddenly, you became very interested in kicking the gravel under your boots. 

Sadie did her best to reassure you, grabbing your hand and weaving you to a back lot. The crowd was sparse back here, and it looked like most of the guys hanging around were bull riders getting ready. “I don’t think we should be back here,” you said into Sadie’s ear and moved to pull your hand out of her grasp. But before you could she whipped you back around.

“This is it Y/N. Scout out which one of these boys you’re going to be riding tonight” She said with a wink. You let your eyes briefly scan the group. None of them noticed you two seeing as you were tucked a ways away. You made out a few familiar faces but you had no desire to talk to, let alone seduce, any of these guys. As you opened your mouth to inform your friend of this, your eyes caught something. Not something, but someone.

Standing slightly turned away from you and chatting with some other rider, you saw Rhett. Maybe it was because you only got to see him in dim-lit bars nowadays, but you swore he somehow was more attractive than you remembered. 

He wore a blue flannel with the sleeves rolled up, allowing you to see the veins run down his arms. You got a flash of the tattoo on his forearm, the one you imagined so often at night when thinking of him. He had his chaps on, the fringe down the sides fluttering ever so slightly in the wind. His signature black hat was perched on his head. At that moment, you swear you could’ve died. 

You didn’t realize how long you had been staring until Sadie gave you a nudge. “Close your mouth or you’ll attract flies,” she said. It was then you noticed that you in fact had been standing there with your jaw on the floor admiring this man. Your eyes stayed locked on his figure as you gave him a once-over. God, he was gorgeous. Even with the layers of clothes he had on you could tell how lean and strong he was.

As your gaze made your way back up to his face, you were now looking right into his bright blue eyes. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He caught you. He fully caught you drooling over him. And just when it couldn’t get any worse, the fucker had a smirk plastered on his face and sent a wink your way. You averted your eyes and pretended you weren’t there, feeling a hot blush creep up your neck. But just when things couldn’t get any worse, you heard Sadie yell out, “Hey there Rhett”.

You silently prayed to the gods above that he wouldn’t walk over to you two, but it fell on deaf ears as you heard the crunch of gravel grow louder. Next thing you know he’s standing right smack in front of you. “Hi there Sadie, how’s your ma?” he asked, his southern drawl heavy.

“She’s well, thanks for asking. You know Y/N right? You were friends with her brother growing up” Sadie tried to segue. You forced yourself to bring your eyes up to meet his. 

“Well of course I do, how could I forget a face as pretty as that?” Your eyes snapped to meet his. No way, there was no way Rhett Abbott was flirting with you. He was just being nice, that’s all.

“Oh um, hi. Good to see you.” You muttered out, full of nerves. Sadie cleared her throat and you thought back to her earlier lecture. Maybe it was finally time for you to get out there. Stop playing it so safe all the time. Stop feeling so sorry for yourself. So with some more confidence mustered you blurted out “I hope you do good tonight. I’m sure you will.”

Without missing a beat he responded, “Oh now that I know you’re here I definitely will. Always ride better when I know a gorgeous girl like you is watching.” His words sent heat blooming between your thighs. Fully committing to the act you took a step toward him and leaned up onto your toes to whisper in his ear.

“Well if you win, we’ll have to celebrate. Why don’t you come to find me after you finish up? Let me give you a victory prize.” You did your best to put on the most sultry voice you had. And despite the confidence you were exuding, you were scared shitless deep down. As soon as the words left your mouth, you were off. You swayed your hips a bit as you went to find a seat, knowing that he would be looking.

You didn’t dare look back until you reached the arena seats. Sadie guided you to sit down amongst the crowd, all waiting for the show to begin. And just as she opened her mouth to ask you what happened you whisper out “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Oh come on, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad at all.” She whispered trying to not draw any attention.

“Oh no. It was bad. Very very very bad. Can’t show my face around here again bad. Have to leave the country bad.” You felt bile rise up in your throat. You turn to your friend and recount to her what you had just told the man of your dreams. It was like word vomit, you couldn’t stop freaking out and rambling. 

“Y/N. STOP. Take a breath. The worst case he says no, he leaves once he’s done tonight. At least you know you tried. But you’re forgetting that he could be just as into you. And from the way he was talking it sounds like he is. So it’s going to be fine. He’s fine, you’re fine. All we can do is sit and try to enjoy the show.” Sadie reasoned with you. And you knew she was right. So you sat there, ass freezing from the cool metal bleachers. The more you thought about her words, the more you were able to calm yourself down. What’s done is done, and you rather be rejected than never know. 

The soothing mindset you were in came crashing down the second Rhett’s name rang out. He was heading out for his final ride of the night. You felt your mind go blank and body numb as you focused on the arena in front of you. Honestly, you knew very little about bull riding but the way his muscles strained and body twisted was enough to keep you interested. Timed seemed to slow as you stared at him squeezing his hips to stay on the bucking bull.  

After what felt like minutes of him being tossed around, you gasped as he was uprooted from his saddle. You knew that was bound to happen with any bull riding venture, but it still startled you to see him thrown about like that. He was yanked up and led out of the arena until the bull was wrangled. When he walked back out, your tension eased seeing he was unharmed. 

You locked eyes on the scoreboard and nearly fell out of your chair when you saw his score. He won, holy shit he won. You were on your feet in an instant, screaming your head off. You felt a rush of pride for him, knowing how much his bull riding meant to him. Sadie jumped with you, and you were sure you were the loudest there. 

After yelling for much too long to be appropriate, Sadie gave your arm a tug. “Come on” and you, still being in a blissed-out state, let her take you back to where you first ran into Rhett that night. You looked around in the dark, eyes wide anticipating what would happen next.  A chill ran up your spine as you thought about your earlier promise to Rhett if he won. Startled out of your thoughts, you heard the sound of whooping and cheers from some men around you. Cranking your neck around you spotted him.

He was caked in dirt and his sleeves were hastily pushed up, hat askew on his head that was tilted back with a wide grin. Your mouth ran dry as butterflies erupted inside you. His eyes began to scan the small crowd of people before landing on you. Burning with embarrassment and admittedly desire, you shifted your eyes elsewhere. But soon enough, you heard that all too familiar voice. “Hey there ladies.” 

“Hey Rhett, congrats on the big win. Y/N and I were cheering you on” Sadie said. 

“Oh, I bet y’all were. Hey Y/N, can I talk to you real quick?” Rhett turned and asked you.

With a nod of your head, he gently took your hand and pulled you under a nearby tree. Still too shy to make eye contact, he brushed his hand under your jaw and turned you to look into his blue eyes. “You know I don’t expect anything. If you want to act like nothing happened earl-”

“No” you rush out. “No, I mean I want to. If you do.” Talking to just him and him alone felt so much easier. You felt your confidence grow back and expectantly looked at him.

“Well darlin’ I would want nothing more. You want to go back to your place for a bit?” He questioned, still being gentle with you as to give you an out if you changed your mind.

“Yes please,” you murmur. You felt as though you were floating when he wrapped a strong arm around your waist and led you back over to Sadie. 

“Hey Sadie, you alright if I take Y/N home? Just figure it would be nice for us to catch up.” 

“Oh, sure! By all means, go ‘catch up’” Sadie had the cockiest smirk plastered on her face, and while you wanted to be mad at her for it you also know she was the whole reason you were going home with Rhett Abbott tonight.

Walking out to the parking lot, Rhett keeps his arm firmly around your midsection till you arrive at his truck. He opens the passenger door for you before walking around and getting in himself. The roar of the engine coming to life jolts you forward a bit, remembering that you were in fact about to go home and get railed by the hottest cowboy you’ve ever seen. 

“What are you thinking about Bunny?” Rhett can tell you were getting lost in thought.

“What did you call me?” Surprised by the nickname and the way it made you clench your thighs even tighter. 

“Bunny. You look like a buckle bunny in that getup. But it’s cute, I like it on you.” He answered honestly. On any other occasion, you would’ve been pissed that someone thought of you as a buckle bunny. You grew up on a ranch in rural Wyoming, you were the farthest thing from a buckle bunny possible. But the way Rhett talked about you made you melt. 

“Oh yeah. Blame Sadie. Wanted me to get myself out there more I guess.” You replied chewing on your bottom lip.

“Well, it was definitely nice to see you outside of the bar you work at. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for the longest time but I felt weird bothering you at work.” You whipped your head around at the confession.

Staring at his side profile as he continued to drive, “That’s nice of you to say, but it’s okay you don’t have to lie.” You didn’t believe it. That a man like Rhett would be interested in talking to someone like you. 

“I’m not lying. I’ve always kinda liked you. But I guess I just never acted on them. And I know we’re on our way to your place so I can rail the shit outta ya, but I’m not just interested in sex from you. Let me take you out one night? It took me long enough to make a move on you, don’t make me wait any longer.” He said with the utmost sincerity. You were stunned. Shocked. All this time you two idiots both liked each other, and it was a rodeo and a plotting friend to finally make you realize it. 

“I would like that. A lot.” You smile up at him as you pull into the parking lot of your apartment complex. 

Cutting off the engine, Rhett runs around to open your car door. Always a gentleman. You laced your fingers with his as you tug him upstairs to your place. You feel him placing teasing kisses on your neck and jaw when he can reach you. You giggle, moving even faster to get up the 3 flights of stairs. 

When you reach the door of your apartment, you fumble around looking for your keys in your purse. When you manage to grab them, you pull them out with shaking hands cursing as they fall to the ground. Before you could bend down to retrieve them, Rhett already has them scooped up. He chuckles softly before resting his hand on your shoulder and rubbing your arm soothingly. 

“You don’t need to be nervous Bunny. But I want to ask you again, are you okay with this?” He asks kindly, eyes soft and hands warm.

“More than okay.” And you pull him down by his shirt to crash your lips onto his. It was messy and desperate. Teeth clashed and tongues battled for dominance. You slid your hands up Rhett’s neck and into the curls at the back of his head tugging softly. His one arm wrapped around you and pulled you impossibly closer to his body. You recognize the faint jingle of keys through your fuzzy headspace and realize he was unlocking your front door with his tongue down your throat. 

The door soon swung open and Rhett began to push your intertwined bodies inside. Stumbling in, you hear a door slam behind you before he has you pushed against a wall. His leg came in between yours, knee and thigh pressing up into your core. You let out a whine into the kiss, the feeling of him making you even wetter. In fact, you were sure you were absolutely drenched. 

Seemingly reading your mind, Rhett broke the kiss to ask, “How wet are you Bunny? How wet does the idea of my cock have you? Bet you were sitting in those stands all night just soaking wet.” You merely moan in response, your brain not working fast enough to form actual words. Rhett brings his lips to your neck biting and sucking hickies into your smooth skin. You run your hands down his back to the hem of his shirt. Too impatient to unbutton his top, he leans back and pulls it over his head. 

You knew Rhett was strong. After years of working at the ranch and bull riding, you expected him to be pretty muscular. But the actual sight of his abs, sharp and all edges, makes your mouth water. You tentatively place a hand on his toned chest. God, it looked like his body was made of chiseled marble. Under your hand, you feel his warmth radiating and the steady beat of his heart. When you force yourself to pull your eyes up to his, he says “Your turn.”

He places his hands on the bottom of your shirt, eyes silently asking if he could take it off. Your hands reach down and cover his, urging him to swiftly remove your top. His eyes immediately move to your breast, covered in the white lace of your bra (if you could even call the small scrap of fabric that). You hear a faint groan come from him before he ducks his head down. Placing open mouth kisses along the top of your tits, he brings his right hand up to palm your breast and roll your nipple. His mouth goes lower and latches onto the other nipple through the lace of your bra. 

Your fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer to you. It’s not enough. You’ll never have enough of him. Soft moans tumble past your lips and Rhett takes this a cue to keep going. Eventually he pulls off and uses a hand to unclasp your bra as it falls to the ground. Getting a full view of your tits, Rhett brings both his hands to them and gives them one last squeeze before kissing your lips once again. Getting frustrated and wanting, no needing, more you drag your hand to his ripped figure. Your fingers trailed down the wide expanse of his chest and trace down his happy trail until you reach the waistband of his jeans. Popping the button and pulling down the zipper, Rhett helps you by tugging his jeans down as fast as he can. He kicks them off, leaving him in his tight boxer briefs. A tent is growing in them and you let out a gulp at the size of him. 

“Don't be scared honey, I’ll stretch you real good before I fill you up” his voice fills the air. Excited at the idea, you grab his arm and drag him farther into your apartment and to your bedroom. You pull him in front of you and push him down on the bed causing him to look up at you. Reaching to your shorts, you nearly rip down your legs ready for him to touch you. Before you can pull your panties down, Rhett reaches out to them. He rubs his calloused hands over your hips and yanks you so you have no option but to straddle his figure. “Bunny, with panties like that I don’t think I could stand you not wearing them as I fuck you.”

You whimper at his words alone and he lets out a chuckle. He runs hands up your back and suddenly you are flipped over onto your back, Rhett now looming over you. Scooting down the bed, Rhett's face lands between your legs throwing them over his shoulders. He moans when he sees the wet spot that seems to be growing on your panties, landing wet kisses on your inner thighs. You think how could someone make a sound so beautiful. But you are quickly pulled from this as he tugs your pink panties to the side and takes in the full view of you. His eyes darken and he rasps out “Holy shit baby, you are so goddamn hot. I might come in my fucking boxers,” and he subtly grinds his hips into the mattress in attempt to get some much needed friction. Opening your mouth to make some teasing comment, you instead let out a cry as Rhett licks a bold stripe up your pussy. He lands on your clit, tongue moving in figure eights over top. For the second time that night, you find yourself pulling Rhett by his hair closer to you. He then alternates between lightly fucking his tongue into your dripping hole and brutally attacking your clit. The duality of pleasure causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

Rhett places the tip of his finger at your entrance, sliding it up and down through your folds first to get it slicked up. He breaches your entrance and your toes curl as he slides knuckle deep. “Fuck, oh my god Rhett please please, keep going,” pathetic pleas fall from you. You feel him adjust his thick digit in you until he finds that spongy spot that has your back arching. “Right there- right fucking there.” Any other night you would be embarrassed that someone has you so close to coming with one finger, but right now you could care less, only able to focus on the increasing burn in your stomach. 

You can practically feel Rhett smirk against you as he eases a second finger into you, again going directly to that sweet spot inside you. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, still using his mouth to suckle your clit. You are screaming in pleasure, babbles of “please” and “don’t stop” leaving your mouth. The coil inside of you is close to snapping. You are so close, so unbelievably blissed out. “I’m gonna cum Rhett. I’m so close” you speak out in warning. 

But just as close to the edge as you were, all the pleasure you felt was quickly ripped from you as Rhett removed himself from you. You glare down, sweat dripping down your forehead. “What? Why did you stop?” you croak out, voice already strained from your screaming. 

“Oh Bunny. I want the first time you cum to be on my cock.” Rhett responds and leans up to place a hot kiss on your mouth. You deepen the kiss, wanting more of him. You can taste yourself on his mouth and soon he pulls back to say “You like that dirty girl? Like the taste of your sweet pussy? You should, it’s the best pussy I’ve ever got my mouth on.” You feel yourself clench at his dirty talk, managing to turn you on even more. You whimper and try to buck your hips up to encourage him to do something, do anything. Instead he just laughs, “Oh you are so desperate Bunny. Need me to fuck your tight pussy, make you cum so hard you can only yell out my name. Don’t worry Bunny, I’ve got you.” As he speaks he wiggles himself out of his boxers, hard cock slapping his tanned abs. 

He props himself onto his forearms and brings a hand to his mouth. Your eyes widen as he spits into his hand and reaches down to pump himself a few times. Noticing your reaction he looks at you. “Open your mouth” and you obey, sticking your tongue out for good measure. You feel something wet hit your mouth before you process that he just spit into it. Rhett Abbott just spit in your mouth. And you swallowed, savoring the taste of him. “Good Bunny” he says into your ear. 

“Rhett. Fuck me.” You whine out. Now it’s his turn to moan, finally sheathing his cock into your cunt. You gasp at the stretch and he waits a few moments for you to adjust. After a second you whimper out “Move please.” And Rhett doesn’t need to be asked twice, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back inside you. The force of his thrusts push you up the bed despite Rhett’s bruising grip on your hips. 

“You feel so good baby. Squeezing me so tight. Best fucking pussy.” he praises and you clench around him. “Oh baby, you love when I talk dirty. When I tell you how amazing this cunt is. Going to make it mine, never letting anyone else near my pussy again.” You are pathetically whining and thrashing. Your nails are raking down his back, surely leaving welts in their wake. He clashes his lips onto yours and picks up his pace. The brutal fucking makes you feel like you’re floating. He licks into your mouth as you let out a steady set of moans and cries. 

Just when you think things can’t get any better, Rhett snakes his hand down to rub tight circles into your clit. Paired with his cock repeatedly hitting the sweet spot inside you, you know the knot in your tummy is starting to unravel. 

“Rhett” you whine, “Rhett, I’m so close.”

“Come on baby, make a mess on my dick. Wanna feel you cum” He responds. 

Clamping down on him, you are brought even closer to the edge. Eyes tightly shut, you turn your head to the side and let out a moan louder than you thought was possible. No one had ever made you feel this good before. You couldn’t even believe that it was the man you had been crushing on for years that was in your bed, in your pussy. And with that reminder of who it was that was fucking you better than you’ve been fucked before, you saw white behind your eyelids. As you reached your peak, heat spreading all the way through you, you couldn’t help but yell out, “Cum Rhett, let me make you feel good. Wanna be good for you, only for you.” 

Unable to resist your fucked out babbles, Rhett ruts into you. Once he knows you’ve finished riding out your orgasm he pulls out from you. Furiously fisitng his cock, he groans out reaching his own release. White ropes of his seed spurt out and land across your tits and you mewl out at the warm, sticky substance coating you. Teasingly, to bring two fingers down to swipe through his release and bring them up to your mouth. You suck on the cum from your fingers, loudly moaning at the salty taste. Both panting hard, Rhett adjusts your panties back, flops over and lays next to you. “Shit y/n. That was amazing. Was it good for you?” And you blink hard through your fuzzy mind searching for a response.

“So good. The best, I think you succeed. Definitely ruined anyone else for me.” Rhett laughs at that. Abruptly, you are filled with a new feeling. It’s warm, cozy. You blush and you realize just how much you have fallen for this cowboy next to you. 

You get lost in the idea that this is the start of something real between you two. No longer will you have to pine for him from afar. He likes you, he wants to be with you. You are consumed by him, forever connected you think. No matter what, he’ll always be there. He’s not leaving. And it’s that thought that brings you so much happiness and lets your body relax completely. 

A wet towel between the valley of your breasts pulls you from the daydream. Rhett has at some point gotten up and found something to clean you two with. You melt, heart softening at how kind and caring he was being. God, you were so lucky. 

The two of you cuddle up and spend the next hour talking about random things. Your favorite movies, what your go to karaoke song is, what you plan to do in the future. And it is easy, it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done. And when your eyelids become heavy, you find yourself slipping into a peaceful sleep listening to the beat of Rhett’s heart. 

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[sgiandubh]

Saw your comment: "We're not all thirsty mommies, nor 12, nor bitter bitches. I'd love to see and hear more about what is beneath that mask, not beneath that shirt." Sam has done that before. He wrote an entire book about his journey but the book is called bullshit and he a liar. He's written well-thought out articles and forewords to books. He speaks intelligently and passionately and knowledgably about his liquors and the process of getting to market, and is called a shill. His work with Prickly Thistle is expensive and taking peoples' money, even when it helped this woman-owned mill immensely. It goes on and on. Today he's been accused of hypocrisy for a plastic cup, thirst trapping to change a conversation and using his social media as a PR tool to fool gullible women. Some may want to see beneath the mask but when he's shown what he is willing to you get the above.

Dear Hypocrisy Anon,

Thank you for your thoughts. I have read your long comment very carefully and let's say I agree with about 85% of it. The itching point is, of course, the book: Waypoints is a good ghostwritten memoir I have commented at length, with a more benevolent view than most of those who found it took some substantial liberty with what they (and I, for that matter) think it's the current state of play in SC Land. Note I am not saying the truth: that's only for Them to know, not for us. So dismissing it and calling everything a lie is a bit of a stretch. It's just a memoir, to be followed by other projects, other books. And who knows, another memoir, later on, where he could correct the course again at his convenience. He's only 43. Give the man some credit.

Trouble is, the world is a vast and diverse place. It's not just this fractured fandom. If he wants to remain relevant beyond OL, he needs, in my humble opinion, two things: a) to score a big role in a big budget production, which would improve his notoriety and help him reach a different public and b) curate his personal image a bit more and get out of this midlife crisis fake character he's peddling around. The only people who find it interesting are the thirsty mommies in *urv's crowd and that's, uhm... a bit irrelevant, in the big scheme of things.

So, no more political blunders, please and thank you. Shut the hell up and play Switzerland on complicated and divisive society issues which can get one in boiled water for a comma. Carefully picked and curated CSR projects, he'd ideally be more actively involved in. And yes, maybe a bit more transparency on the so many great things he does, like that partnership with the Edinburgh's Youth Theatre he didn't even mention himself or include in his stories (no doubt, out of a very British and endearing sense of modesty). And always remember: when faced with something beautiful and fragile, like that story, people will try their best to smear it and break it. I am not bitter, just realistic.

Same goes for your conclusion: I am sure many would like to see more of what is beneath that mask. It's too bad that a bunch of bitter, nasty, clueless, but also very noisy women occupy a bigger part of the stage than they should.

But have faith, Anon. For the moment, all of this is nothing what a good PR, not the clowns he obviously hired, can't fix with relative ease. Trust me. I've seen way worse. And remember, always remember what dear Wilde (God, I love that soul!) said: 'every saint has a past and every sinner has a future'.

You just gave me an idea for a future post and for this, I thank you, Anon. But for now, I have to catch up on a thing or two, rather than determine the morality of a plastic glass. I hope this long answer helps somewhat. Thank you for dropping by: it was a pleasure reading your musings.

#Anon

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Just a lil fluffy fic 🌸💕

Eddie has a massive crush on you, in fact, more often than not you made him nervous.

That butterflies in your stomach feeling, heart racing? He felt it all.

Not that he would admit it out loud, shit he had a reputation to protect. Mean, Scary, unpredictable Eddie Munson as many in Hawkins High liked to call him.

There's a reason Jason Carver never had the balls to say anything to him unless he was surrounded by The Dark Side.

Dustin had noticed a few times how sweet Eddie was on you. For example except for Hellfire, Nancy and Robin, the fact was that Eddie disliked much of the school.

Oh, and Chrissy was pretty cool but she was a sweetheart to everyone.

It didn't matter that you were on the dark side too ( a cheerleader) Eddie lit up when he saw you.

He didn't think you would like him back but you can imagine his surprise when you would return his longing looks with some of your own.

You would smile at him and offer to be his partner in Bio, sitting so close to him it felt like every inch of him was hyper aware of how close you were.

Sometimes he slipped up and would come across as a giant butthead when he would attempt to flirt with you.

He had always considered himself a bit of a ladie's man when he wasn't being "mean and scary' however that illusion was broken by Mike (the little shit) who told him that he was deluded.

That combined with the fact he had just made an ass of himself in front of you ( his attempt to be cool and nonchalant when he caught you looking at him, ended when he tripped over his own feet and nearly fell down the stairs.

So Eddie wasn't in a particularly good mood after that, especially after he heard your friends laughing. Were you laughing at him?

The thought that you could be completely soured his mood.

What he didn't know is that you had told your friends to shut up. That you thought he was the cutest guy you'd ever seen.

You had been working up the courage to ask him out (gently encouraged by Chrissy who knew how much you liked him before you even realised it)

As confident as you were on the cheer team that's also where the confidence you had ended.

Being near Eddie and especially when he was looking at you with those big brown eyes rendered you dumbstruck. He was just so hot and had you under his spell.

If you asked Chrissy or Gareth they would both call the two of you hopeless (would you ever just get on with it and ask each other out)

🌸

The time came on a rainy April morning, Eddie was deep in a magazine, reading excerpts of it to the rest of Hellfire.

It was about the dangers of Satanic games like DnD. A lot of mindless panic and bullshit if you asked him.

It was much like the one he read a few weeks ago.

He was so focused on mocking the offending article that he didn't notice you come up to the table.

He was just about to speak again when two things happened simultaneously, Jeff nudged him hard in the ribs and he caught a whiff of your dreamy perfume.

And there you were looking at him with a hopeful expression.

"Hi, Eddie" he kinda spaces out for a second because you look so beautiful and did you do something different with your hair?

He's aware of the no doubt dopey expression on his face and schools it into a more neutral look.

"Princess" the name just slips out but it fits you so well that he likes it and it appears you do too judging by the smile on your face.

"There's a double feature showing at the cinema tonight. Would you like to go?" his brain short circuits at this point and he comes to quickly when he notices your face fall at his silence.

"Yes, fuck yes I would love to go with you" Shit, he's been dreaming about this.

You beam. "Kay, it's a date" he nods dazed and you reach down to kiss his cheek.

When you walk away he's this close to doing some goofy happy dance but controls himself. He had a date with you!

Eddie was going to be brave tonight and he was going to show you how much he liked you too.

Eddie the Banished would be Eddie the Brave Knight and perhaps he could steal a kiss from the sweet princess.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things eddie munson

[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

harry potter timeline sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (see full series here)

1993

The school year draws to a close, with the school still chattering away about Sirius. You spend it relatively simply, teaching the last of your classes and then finally handing out end-of-year exam results. You're glad to see Hermione gets an almost perfect score — and Ron and Harry do...well, they do okay. You make a mental note to start buckling down on their incessant chatting during class.

You also spend it full of worries. Your every waking moment seems to be consumed with thoughts about Sirius. He's out there, all alone, on the run — you can't imagine how he's feeling right now. It ties knots in your stomach. You just want to grab and hold him, caress his soft, smooth skin, run your hands through his silky curls —

You miss him.

You sit in your compartment on the Hogwarts Express, flicking through the latest edition of The Quibbler. It's quite a unique little publication, very quirky. Luna Lovegood, one of your second years — her dad is the editor, so you decided to pick up the magazine after she recommended it to you once.

You're currently skim-reading a very in-depth article about some sort of creature called an 'epippinpor', when the door to your compartment slides open and Harry pokes his head inside.

"Harry!" you greet. "Need something?"

He holds out a folded piece of parchment, smiling. "Padfoot."

You take the parchment from him as he leaves, closing the door again. You beam excitedly, throwing down The Quibbler and pulling the parchment into your lap. Dubh gets up and starts to sniff the parchment curiously and you giggle, full of giddiness like you're a young teenager again.

My darling love,

I hope you get this before you've left Hogwarts, otherwise it may be quite some time before this letter reaches you. I decided to put your letter in with Harry's, because I'm sure your post is being monitored.

Buckbeak and I are in hiding, so you don't need to worry. I have so many questions to ask you, so many things to tell...I guess they'll just have to wait. I miss you, my love, just like you miss the stars during the daytime.

I hope I haven't lost my romantic flair.

Also, you're a professor now? Very professional, Professor Black. I suppose it does have a pretty sweet ring to it. And Astronomy, too? I'm still your favourite star, right?

You snort, rolling your eyes. Typical. You can just imagine his face when he wrote that: signature smirk, maybe a wink.

Can I get a kiss for that when we reunite again?

Typical!

I wish I could be with you this summer. At our home. Also...do you have a cat? I thought I saw you with a cat. Come on, love, we are obviously a dog home!

I miss you so much. I miss your voice, your warmth, your beautiful face, your kisses. Especially the last one. It's not easy to go twelve years without a single kiss...even if the Dementors offered me several. I love you with all of my heart. If you need me for anything, Harry's owl will find me. All my love, Sirius. P.S. I love you. I can't wait to see you again.

You smile at the letter, eyes tracing the edges of his scratchy handwriting. Your stomach is full of fluttering butterflies and it really does feel like you're a schoolgirl again. You re-read the letter several times, smiling especially wide when he says he loves you or compliments you.

No, Sirius. You didn't lose your romantic flair. Not one bit.

You reach out to pet Dubh, still holding the letter in your hand.

Maybe next year will be a little different.

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"Here you go," you say, handing Remus his cup of tea. He accepts it, careful not to spill a drop, and gives you a grateful smile.

"Thanks."

"So, any news?" You ask, pulling your legs up onto the couch and folding them in beside you as you look at the man in front of you. You're sitting in your living room, a wonderfully cosy little room, warmed by soft rays of August sunshine. There's green plants dotted around, and the walls have photos and beautiful paintings decorating it. There's even a few of Remus' original paintings up there!

One big hobby of Remus' is painting, though he is very secretive about it. He paints beautiful landscapes and still-lifes...it calms him.

One particular painting catches your eye. You had once asked him to paint you a nice, simple picture of pottery. A jug, a bowl, a plate...just general pottery works. It's quite nice.

Remus shrugs. "Nothing really since last we spoke. How are your parents?"

You stayed with your parents last week. Dubh had been put into Remus' care, as she always is, and she always comes back a little fatter than before because Remus is a big softie.

"They're grand, yeah," you reply with a shrug. "I told them everything that happened and honestly they were pretty nonchalant about it all, you know how they are...Mam thought I was very stressed and made me one of her special herbal teas and honestly, it was amazing. Felt young again."

"You are young," Remus says with a sigh.

"Sure don't feel it," you say bitterly. "Could do with a dose of that special tea every morning."

"So this tea isn't special?" Remus asks, gesturing to the cup in his hand.

"Not at all," you reply with a short chuckle. "I asked her what she puts in it, and she said it was an 'age-old secret only passed down when the last generation has ceased and the next lives on'. She's lying, of course, she's only saying that to be mysterious. I'm beginning to think that it's just the placebo effect."

Remus nods thoughtfully. "I think I'm going to trust your mother's words and say it is an age-old secret."

"Suck up."

He raises his mug and gives you a mocking smile. You sigh.

"And," you continue, "Dad took me to the muggle cinema, and we seen this film called 'Mrs Doubtfire'. Moony, when I tell you I sobbed — Merlin, muggles sure know how to make an emotional impact. I'm beginning to think that truly, wizards aren't better than muggles because they get to have cool films and we don't. It's unfair, really, if you think about it."

"'Mrs Doubtfire'? What was it about?" Remus asks.

"A woman called Mrs Doubtfire, obviously," you say and he rolls his eyes. "But turns out it's not actually a woman, it's this guy whose wife divorced him and can barely see his kids, so he pretends to be their babysitter and puts on a wig and a mask and fake tits and everything — "

"And that made you cry?"

"It was emotional! Then he gets caught and can only see the kids with someone supervising the visits! Isn't that sad, Moony? It's much sadder in the movie."

He raises his eyebrows, humming in weak agreement. "Right."

You scoff, sighing. "Anyway...Quidditch World Cup is coming up! And guess who's going?"

"You? No way, how did you get tickets?" Remus asks in shock.

You grin. "Minerva McGonagall, the gem that she is! Sent me a letter yesterday morning. Said she happened upon two tickets and asked me to go with her."

"I didn't know the two of you were such good friends."

You shrug. "Sometimes it can be a bit odd because she used to be my teacher, y'know — but she's such fun to be around. I mean, I've told you before that we have tea together sometimes."

He nods thoughtfully. "Mhm, yes, I remember."

"Anyway, I'm really looking forward to it! I wish I could bring you with me," you say with a small apologetic smile.

Remus waves you off. "It's a full moon. I daresay I might steal the spotlight off the teams if I attend."

You laugh. "That may be so."

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→ all kinds of interaction are appreciated ♡

sorry for the extra-short chapter...just wanted to draw this year to a close. Goblet of fire next!!!

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@wholelottalove05 @izuoyarmin @hyperspeedo @carpe000diem

#sirius black #sirius black x you #sirius black x reader #angst #angst with a happy ending #harry potter #fanfiction #fanfic #the marauders #hp #marauders

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What , And how did you start pairing lotura, And Plance .?

Ooooh boy am I excited to answer this!!! This is going to be a long answer, hope you don't mind! Because I have some specific memories about these two ships, particularly lotura, that I would absolutely love to share with you!

Prepare for a long read! Hehe

Starting with lotura, when season 3 came out and Lotor made his debut, of course I was all 👀👀👀 Because that day something awoke in 19 year old me that I didn't realize could ever be awoken lol. And I wish I could remember exactly what my reaction was to his cat-and-mouse chase with Allura in the episode "The Hunted", but at the time I must not have considered the idea of them ever going in the direction of a romance. Looking back now though, how could I have been so blind??! That chase scene is HOT. I mean just look at them!!! Look at Lotor especially woah mama 😳

Season 4 was mediocre to me at the time, I will confess, for a lot of different reasons. But then season 5, man... SEASON 5!!!! I remember it was March 3rd, 2018. I wasn't keeping up with the show anymore, but I just so happened to see an article online that said season 5 had been released the day before on Netflix. I told my sister and we decided, "eh, let's watch at least the first episode."

And we watched the first episode, alright. And then another, and then another and another until we watched all six episodes in one sitting. We were both blown away! Lotor... Allura... together???? 😲

Their adventures, their chemistry, their clear attraction to one another... I was OBSESSED!!! I shipped them hardcore after that. They were and are still my #1 OTP, and it's because of them that I really tried to work hard and improve my art! I wanted to draw them all the time, making mini comics and AUs, and while their tragic ending actually left me in tears and I was upset for a really long time, I can now say that I have been able to heal and move on from it--eh, mostly anyway, haha.

It still hurts, but 5 years later I feel that I've matured and come to a greater understanding and acceptance. I have come to really appreciate how perfect they are for each other, both aesthetically of course (cuz lookit that sexual dimorphism babeyyy) as well as the many, many things they have in common. I have also come to appreciate their flaws, their imperfections, and the mistakes they made regarding each other and their relationship. They may have gotten a sad ending, but they were still truly equals in every way. It's just beautiful, and my love for them now is stronger than ever :')

For Lance and Pidge on the other hand, it's not quite as clear as when I started shipping them! I remember rolling my eyes at Lance and Allura's first meeting, like "okay Lance is one of THESE guys, here we go 🙄"

Other than that I didn't really ship Lance or Pidge with anyone! If I'm recalling correctly, I don't think it wasn't until after season 6 that I started shipping them together. I remember reading metas and analyses of their relationship that people were making in anticipation for season 7's release, and the more I thought about it, the more I started to really like the idea of Lance and Pidge getting together! And there are definitely subtle hints throughout the earlier seasons of Pidge's feelings for Lance, as well as their fun chemistry with one another, like the episode "Space Mall"!

The hints are not so subtle to me now, but back then it wasn't until I watched season 7 that I actually became hopeful that they could be a couple! I especially loved the moments when Pidge indirectly called Lance "cute, in a creepy, hideous sort of way" lol, and when Lance become very protective over Pidge in such a way that I don't think we ever saw him react before! I was honestly taken aback by that moment!

And again, their ending was definitely less than satisfactory, particularly Lance's ending (still hate it with a passion), but just like with Lotura's relationship, I have also come to appreciate many things about Plance's relationship today. While Lotor and Allura have so much in common and are able to reach an understanding with each other that they can't with anyone else, it would seem at first that Pidge and Lance are far too different to be compatible. And it is true that they are very different, but for one, that can be a good thing! The foundations of some relationships are built off of their differences. It can make someone more compassionate and more open-minded when they have a willingness to accept and appreciate the differences they have with their partner, and a willingness to take a genuine interest in the things that their partner is passionate about, even if they don't completely understand.

And two, at the same time, Pidge and Lance DO have things in common! They both love their families, both have a stronger connection to Earth compared to the other paladins, and they are able to bond with one another over fun pastimes such as video games! How cute is that??!

And just like with Lotor and Allura, I also love Pidge and Lance for their flaws. It did take me a while to come around to Lance, because while he has his funny moments and one-liners, I also found him very annoying at times lol. But I think the fact that he can be really annoying honestly makes him the most realistic character in Voltron. Not necessarily the most relatable, at least not for me, but definitely the most human! Because there are people in our real lives that we love and cherish deeply, but they absolutely have their moments where you go, "ugh, you're so annoying and it really frustrates me when you act this way" but we still wouldn't trade them for the world 🥰

And just to draw one last comparison between Lotura and Plance, I especially LOVE how incredibly different the two pairings are even from each other! To me, Lotor and Allura are sexy and passionate, while Pidge and Lance are pure and fun! They're all so unique and special in their own ways, and they bring so much to the table, both for their characters and for their relationships.

I can't help but write essays every time I get asks, I'm so sorry lol 😭 There's so much more I could say about these guys, but I think I'd better stop here haha! I had a lot of fun writing about Lotura and Plance, and I hope you had just as much fun reading this! I really love these characters a lot. I'm so incredibly grateful that they exist, even if in the form of fiction, and I'm even MORE grateful that my love for them has continued to grow over the years. Thank you so much for the ask!!!! 💖💜💙💚

Oh and one last thing: we were robbed of a lot of different potential interactions with a lot of different characters, but I have to say it would have been fun to see more of Lotor and Lance interacting with each other! Lance was always acting out due to his jealousy, while Lotor on the other hand mostly just ignored him lol.

#asks #lotura #plance #lotor #allura #vld lance #pidge gunderson #katie holt #voltron #voltron legendary defender #meta #voltron meta

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Our moment - Chainshipping - Saw

warning : fluff, kissing, smoking, implied/mentioned sex

Info : So this sweet short One-Shot comes from THIS beautiful picture all praise to @covencritter for posting the picture and the text. Because if not this would have not been written. So dear Saw - Fandom and dearest Chainshipper have fun reading :)

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There was peace and quiet between the couple lying calmly in the large double bed. Unaware of the life outside and oblivious to any alarm clocks they had set for themselves.

The empty wine bottle and the various objects scattered around them were just a tip of the iceberg for a night of fun.

A night to celebrate something to celebrate something they should come to. The younger one had stretched out a little like a starfish, his hand still holding the cigarette he had intended to light.

His husband, on the other hand, was lying almost like a dying man in a coffin, straight on his back with his arms loosely beside him, using his doctor's coat as a blanket that didn't quite cover his body, but that didn't seem to have bothered the doctor a few hours ago.

They were fine with the matter and wanted to sleep in if it hadn't been too long. If it wasn't already late in the afternoon and if it wasn't the day the couple were going to pick up a prize.

Until the next loud ring came not from the cell phone but from the doctor's beeper. A sound he knew more than well and had heard for almost a decade.

Knew it was an emergency and knew he had to get to work. A jolt and a murmur came from the blond who broke out of his rigor mortis and groped blindly for the device, still drowsy.

Only limited light penetrated through the drawn curtains and yet it dazzled the older man. A remnant of his past, just like the prosthetic foot next to the bed that he needed to walk.

Finally grasping the small device and holding it in front of his eyes to see something, it took him almost an eternity to understand that it was not an emergency but a memory, an exclamation and a request to get up.

,,What is it-oh no Adam!" what had started as a noisy thought process became a worry and a knowledge that in less than an hour they had to get to the town hall to collect their awards. The panic and adrenaline suddenly pumping through his body seemed to make him wide awake.

When he shook his husband awake, he found it much harder to wake up than he did. ,,Adam! Now wake the fuck up!" he shouted and pulled on his prosthesis to rip the blanket off the black-haired man and push aside the curtains.

,,Mhhh let's sleep," mumbled Adam, who had no intention of getting up for the next few hours. Instead, Lawrence decided to get ready first and take a shower to take care of Adam afterwards.

But while the rushing of the shower and the sounds from outside finally seemed to wake Adam, he was still more than beside himself. He had no idea what was going to happen today or why they had to get up late in the afternoon.

Instead, he calmly reached for his fire and lit his cigarette, which he took into the large kitchen. A glance at the pictures and articles on the wall made him smile.

Is the famous Doctor Gordon having an affair? A sugar baby or just a spontaneous date? he read one of the titles and made himself a coffee, still not thinking about what today was.

While the younger man turned to his caffeine and nicotine-rich breakfast, it was Lawrence who returned from the shower to the bedroom with a towel around his hips and grabbed his glasses before picking out a shirt and suit that would fit.

,,Morning...Doctor," he heard a murmuring voice from Adam and he jerked around. The younger man had leaned against the door to watch his partner get dressed and looked at him with a stunned expression.

,,How can you smoke now? Adam, don't you know what today is? We overslept," Gordon said hastily, slipping into the suit pants that had almost caught in his prosthesis as quickly as he could and sitting down on the bed.

He saw Adam take a moment not to be the quickest thinker in the morning and let out a ,,Fuck!" before inhaling the cigarette in one go and disappearing into the bathroom.

That's right fuck, Lawrence thought and hurried to the kitchen himself to down some caffeine to draw the tiredness out of his body.

His bright eyes behind his glasses looked tired and yet hurried, the ring on his hand with Adam's inscription jingling as he clutched the cup and drank it down in one go. Before hurrying into the bathroom to get ready and telling Adam to hurry up.

Which led to a disagreement that resulted in Gordon's actual blue tie getting water on it and him rushing into the bedroom to find a new one.

What didn't fit with what would? A question that drove him mad, but when he felt the kiss on his cheek and felt Adam next to him, he smiled slightly. ,,Here, take these to go with your glasses," the younger man said, holding out a pair that really did fit better.

Adam got dressed and Lawrence watched him more than once. ,,Your quick wit is remarkable" he said and saw the wink from Adam who reached for the walking stick and handed it to Lawrence while Lawrence held out the pack of cigarettes to Adam and the two took each other's names.

Walking out of the house together and hailing a cab, they both managed to stop at the last moment before the entrance.

Knowing that as soon as they got out there would be a flurry of flashes from the press and photographers waiting for them.

,,Ready, darling?" he asked, seeing the smile on Adam's face, who was nervous at first but now felt comfortable in the storm. With his husband's nod, Lawrence got out first and heard the cameras click. He held the door open for Adam, who stepped out after him.

He heard the shouts of his and Adam's names, heard the questions and couldn't help but smile when he saw Adam's slightly loose hair which, unlike his, suggested some other activity they had been doing. But when he put his arm around Adam's side and hugged him and they both smiled into the camera.

It reminded them both of their first appearance together at the beginning of their relationship, but the love they had felt then had become a marriage.

A marriage that would last forever between the older rich doctor Lawrence Gordon and his younger partner photographer Adam Faulkner Stanheight.

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@callmeklarise

#saw movies #saw 2004 #saw #chainshipping #lawrence x adam #adam x lawrence #adam faulkner stanheight #lawrence gordon #cary elwes #leigh whannell

[thirstnotes]

| Rivals To Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Eleven - Intermission|

Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackCurvyReader

Warnings: abduction, Red Hood, mild confusion, language, minors DNI

Sorry this took so long, sweeties. It's been a long few months. I'm exhausted, but I promise I haven't abandoned this!

If you don't like it, don't read it.

If waking up on silk sheets in a dark—albeit luxurious—unknown location is one of your worse fears

Trigger Warning

Because that's what was happening right now

Your head was heavy and groggy as you looked around at your settings. The pleasant scent of something familiar that you couldn’t place further lulled you from your stupor and you sat up slowly, the silky slink of fabric following you. As you slipped your legs over the edge of the bed, you realized it wasn’t silk sheets at all. You reached for a lamp in the corner and turned it on, catching sight of yourself in the mirror. You were wearing an evening gown.

Black and sexy

Sleek and curve complementing

Had you not have been terrified out of your mind, you’d have adored it.

Your hair was up in a curly bun, a few loose curls tickling your skin. The small sparkle of a diamond necklace caught your attention, and you marveled at the simple elegance of the design. You were done up perfectly. Like a princess. Someone had gone through a lot of trouble to doll you up.

How long had you been out?

Your eyes scanned the vanity in front of you, it's surface lined with high end perfumes and makeups. Something like what you'd see on Pinterest or a tv show depicting the life of an heiress. The familiar smell you were catching was Chanel No. 5 lightly spritzed on you.

What the fuck?

The soft sound of piano music started and you looked to the door on the other side of the room. Approaching the door slowly, you reached to take the knob, ignoring the way it tremored. There was no time to freak out now. You were a journalist with nerves of steel. Keep it together.

You quietly pushed the door open a crack, looking into the fully lit room, seeing nothing out of place. In fact it was immaculate. It was unnerving.

You looked around the edge of the frame for any alarms or triggers, unsure of what might've awaited you. But nothing happened as you eased the door open. The room was gorgeous, easily rivaling one of Bruce's fancy penthouses. Plush carpet, crystal chandeliers, and a beautiful grand piano, behind which was the same masked man that you saw before you blacked out. Your blood ran cold.

He seemed to be aware of your presence the entire time, his mask turned in your direction as he played. You decided not to look like a deer in the headlights and walked towards the piano awkwardly, hearing the end of his song approaching.

"No wonder he's so distracted," he said, as he finished with a pluck of the last key. You waited for him to finish his thought, wondering who "he" was. "You're a knockout."

He stood and you took a step back. He paused, deciding to round the other side of the piano instead.

"Who are you, and where the fuck am I?" you demanded, a bit of edge to your voice to remind him that you weren't trying to exchange pleasantries. As laid back as he seemed, you were certain just walking away wasn't an option.

"Straight to the point, I see. Another selling point for sure," he said, the crimson of his mask unnerving you further. You shuddered to think what he had in store for you. Or even why he targeted you.

You were a journalist, sure, that had written plenty of articles on the criminals of your city, but you didn't remember any of them looking like him.

Perhaps he was from Gotham?

A sudden memory was triggered the moment you thought about Gotham and how it was often said that the philanthropist had a target painted on his back. Maybe that was why Clark was bothered by you hanging around him so much. Not because he himself was dangerous, but because of his social standing.

A fact that had become all too real in your current predicament.

"You mean Bruce," you said, not necessarily asking for conformation. You received a chuckle in return.

"Perceptive too. Even sexier."

So it was.

"Look. I don't know what business you have with him, but-"

"My business is his business. I don't have any qualms with Wayne. Quite the opposite," he said, sitting down, opening a magazine. You watched him, your brow furrowing.

He looked up at you, his eyes sweeping your form. "They call me Red Hood, and I'm here to help Bruce make up his mind."

"Make up his mind? About me, you mean? There's nothing to make up. We're not together."

He sat forward, resting his forearms on his knees. "Ah! Therein lies the issue. You see, Bruce has been driven to distraction lately over you and I wanna know why that is. Selina Kyle never had this deep of a hold on him and he's been chasing her for years."

Selina Kyle? Who was that?

"Why not just ask him?" you inquired, keeping an eye on him, every now and again glancing around for any sign of an out. He tracked your movements carefully, his mask following you with every movement.

"Oh I have been, and I plan to ask one final time tonight."

"So I'm bait," you asked, walking towards the fireplace, observing the portraits on it. Thomas and Martha Wayne. The family butler. Bruce. But on picture caught your eye that made you nearly drop the photo you'd picked up. It was a candid polaroid of Bruce...taking off his mask.

Bruce Wayne was the Dark Knight himself.

Of fuckin course he was.

"No, you're the reason," he said, standing again and folding his arms, watching your realization. You set it back down, looking at him.

"So...Bruce is...a personal friend of yours I take it," you said, subtly hiding your surprise.

Calling him Batman felt entirely too cliché

Especially while you were being held hostage by one of his so-called sidekicks

It was beginning to make sense why Clark didn't want you around him

Not only was he a colleague, he really was dangerous

"Very personal. Like an older brother, if you will, and unfortunately, now that you're his main squeeze, you're in it up to here," he said, passing you with his hand above his head to indicate the deep level of shit you were in. He stopped at the fireplace, pulling a phone from his pocket.

"That Sherlock shit's really impressive, you know that?"

"What do you think you're doing, Jason?" Bruce asked with an exasperated breath.

"Putting all the pieces in place," Jason said, looking over his shoulder at you. He was armored, so a vase to the head seemed like a way to piss him off. So you just listened to his conversation with whom you could only assume was Bruce.

"It makes things a bit more complicated than you know. Especially if he finds out you've done this."

"I'm counting on it. He's our other guest of honor, after all," he smirked, hanging up. He seemed very satisfied with himself, plopping back down on the sofa. You gave him a steely calm leer.

"He's gonna kill you when he finds out."

"Nah, I don't think Golden Boy's got it in 'im," he said matter of factly. You didn't doubt he would, but there was something in his tone that made you uneasy. He knew something.

(Part 10)

#dc comics #thirstnotes #fanfic #reader insert #clark kent x black reader #clark kent x reader #imagine #clark kent x black curvy reader #bruce wayne #jason todd red hood

[hornyhornyhimbos]

NSFW Alphabet ~ Steve Harrington Edition

warnings and tags: MINORS DNI (18+) lots of mentions of oral m!receiving, piv smut but not really, missionary sex, cowgirl sex, and lotus sex are all talked about, mentions of quickies, mentions of toys, honestly there's probably more but i'm too lazy to look LMAO

SFW version can be found over on my ST blog - @honeysuckleharringtons

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

This man is so lovey-dovey. Lemme tell y'all. You spend an hour having sex, you're getting two hours of cuddles afterward. As soon as you both finish, his arms are immediately wrapped around your torso and he's trailing soft kisses along your collarbone. It's safe to say his favorite after sex activity, cuddles for days.

Now, as for you. He is always making sure you get whatever you need. But he is a little dumb sometimes so you do have to occasionally say, "Hey, can we get after-sex snacks?" but once you say it, he's sprinting down the stairs to make you a bowl of your favorite cereal.

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their favorite body part of yours)

His hair. There's a reason he was called "The Hair" in high school. He actually loves having a good hair routine and takes pride in having a nice appearance. I just feel like he has a really good relationship with his hair, yk?

As for you my darling, I can't unsee this man being a boob guy. Like A-Cups? The perfect size to hold in his hands! D-Cups? The perfect place to lay his head when watching a movie. Every titty is a good titty.

But if we're talking non-sexual, he just really likes all of you. Every inch of your body has something different to offer him, how could he choose?

C = Cum (any cum-related headcanons)

He loves watching you swallow his cum. He loves it when it dribbles down your chin and your tongue juts out to catch it. He loves when he pulls out and it spatters all over his stomach and you just lick your way around his stomach. He loves that you love his taste.

D = Dirty Secret (any dirty secret of theirs)

Before the two of you got comfortable with the idea of phone sex, he used to jack off while looking at a Polaroid of the two of you from his family's summer cookout, taking in how beautiful your body looked in that teeny red bikini.

E = Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

Safe to say, this man got his fair share of bitches in high school. HOWEVER those were just hook-ups. You were the one who taught him the difference between hooking up and making love.

You also taught him that lotus is his favorite position but that's a conversation for later 🤭

F = Favorite Position (self-explanatory)

Hey, look it's later!

Up until you, Steve had always had very vanilla, missionary-style sex. He thought it was the closest he could get with a partner, holding their hands as he watched them climax beneath him. That was, until he came in one day and saw you reading a Cosmo magazine.

The article had been about "5 Sex Positions You Need to Try ASAP!" So naturally, he peeked over your shoulder to see what the article had been all about.

Though he thought he was as stealthy as a ninja, his hot breath tickled your neck and you nearly knocked him out with the magazine when you turned to face him, not realizing he'd made it to your place yet.

So once you registered it was him, it struck up a conversation about spicing up your love life. You didn't really need the help, you were in the rabbit stage of your relationship, but it didn't hurt to ask. And so, you presented him the illustration of the lotus position and expressed interest in it. Needless to say, he was gone from there.

He loves the intimacy of it. The forced proximity, the need for eye contact, the feeling of your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms over his shoulders, one usually at his nape, tugging the little waves that sit there. He especially loves that it gives him very easy access to your boobs.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely depends on the situation. If it's an anniversary or something special, he makes it as romantic as he can. But if you're having a quickie on his lunch break, he's laughing his ass off at how clumsy the two of you are being in the supply closet. He's a sarcastic ass so that doesn't help matters either.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)

He keeps it pretty clean-shaven I'd say. He struggles with insecurities of how curly it is so it kind of bothers him to look at. Plus he knows it tickles your nose when you go down on him so he just feels there's more harm than good from not shaving it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

As previously mentioned, Steve is always a hand-holder during missionary (and during cowgirl too when he's not holding your tits). As previously mentioned, his favorite position is lotus. It's safe to say, this man's love language is quality time and he LOVES romance and intimacy.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanons)

He rarely jacks off. That's what you're for, right?

No but in all seriousness, the only time he will is if you aren't spending the night together and he just really needs it. Then he'll call you up for a good ol' round of phone sex. Your voice is enough to get him off anyway, so why not take advantage of it every now and again?

K = Kink (any or all of their kinks)

Oh, this man and his praise kink. He didn't receive much praise growing up, so the little "Doing so good, Stevie's" and "Look so beautiful inside me, babe's" really make him feel good about himself.

He also enjoys edging and orgasm denial/delay. He loves when you're giving him a handy or a BJ and just... pull away. Something about letting go and giving someone else control instead of being uptight and stressed from work, it just feels so good to him.

L = Location (favorite place to do the do)

Surprisingly, he probably enjoys good ol' bed sex the most. It just feels natural, like that's where the two of you should be together forever.

Though one of his favorite memories is when he bent you over the kitchen table one day while passing the time until dinner finished cooking. He also likes car sex, the possibility of getting caught when you're parked in a random parking lot/parking garage, and the closeness of it.

M = Motivation (what gets them going?)

Oh, he LOVES lingerie. One time he came home to you cooking dinner in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a brand new pair of lacy blue panties peeking out from underneath and he FOLDED.

N = No (something they'd never do, turn-offs, etc.)

If you ever asked him about any form of scat play (piss, shit, vomit, any of it) he'd be out of there so fast. While he doesn't particularly like his parents, his mama raised him to be a very neat individual and he knows how many germs are in that shit (literally) so scat play is a big N-O from him.

O = Oral (preference in giving/receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both. Him receiving happens more often because there's no way you'd ever say no to having his dick slammed down your throat, but he loves both.

As for skill, you definitely had to show him how to give head. He'd always been curious, but Tommy H. had always told him about how nasty it was the couple times he'd tried it on Carol so it wasn't until he was older that he'd opened back up to the idea. Luckily for him, you were very happy to be the first contestant.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the overall mood and vibes. He loves those nights where all is quiet, he puts on candles and lets you have a nice, hot bath while he sets up the most romantic scene you have ever seen. But he's definitely not opposed to a quickie, he LOVES the fast pace, the possibility of getting caught (because he loves the idea of anyone and everyone see the hold that no one but he has on you).

Q = Quickie (opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oh, this man and his quickies. It's pretty much a part of your daily routine to have a quickie in the shower. It starts on the premise of "saving water by showering together" but really, it's just easy access to having sex and keeping yourselves awake for work.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not one to experiment unless it's something you wanna do. He's very much a creature of habit and unless it's something he knows he'll like, he's never gonna ask you to try new things. However, if you come to him and ask "hey, i was thinking of trying xyz in the bedroom" he'll fold in a second.

As for risks, wowwee does this man love the idea of getting caught. Having quickies at work, car sex in a parking lot, leaving the curtains open occasionally, having sex in the bathroom when the party's one room over in the living room. He loves the risk of showing off the things only he can do to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

How many rounds definitely depends on the vibes. Like if it's for an anniversary, he's making sure he's well rested the night before because he's not going to sleep until you've cum at least 5 times. But if it's just like casual, everyday routine type sex, he'll probably only cum like once or twice and make sure you've cum as many times as you need to before he's out like a light.

As for how long he lasts? This man can go for HOURS without cumming from all the orgasm delay and edging he's received from you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themself?)

He definitely owned a fleshlight before meeting you but he didn't need it anymore so he just threw it out. idk that they weren't invented until the 90s fight me bitch

Now as for you, when the occasional Dom!Steve shows up, he LOVES watching you squirm when he's pressing a vibrator to all the places you need it but not giving it to you long enough to cum.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves being teased as opposed to teasing you but as previously mentioned, Dom!Steve makes an occasional appearance and when he does, buckle up girlfriend, buckle the fuck up.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He definitely doesn't make noises, he's much more of a "moaning your name" or a string of "fuck fuck fucks" rather than just incoherent moans.

He isn't like too loud unless it's warranted. Like during quickies, he gets loud because it raises the probability of getting caught but overall, he's not super loud unless you tell him to be.

W = Wild Card (random headcanon)

He loves thigh riding as much as you do.

Also he loves titty-fucking.

X= X-Ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

As @writer-in-theory once said, compression pants. 'Nuff said.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high in the beginning of your relationship but definitely goes down after the rabbit stage. Not that he's gonna say no to sex, he's just not asking for it every thirty minutes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's out like a light as soon as aftercare is over. Like after you shower up, he's asleep as soon as he hits the pillow.

However, morning sex really wakes him up. It's quite a juxtaposition depending on what time of day you're having sex.

-> taglist: @liberhoe @writer-in-theory @esoltis280

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[gemini-sensei]

now we’ve discussed ghostface!dem, what about ghostfaces!samtory ??

YES! I saw one edit of them a while ago and I loved it.

Ghostface!SamTory

CW: murder, gore, violence, blood, typical Ghostface/Scream levels of horror, stalking, murder girlfriends. (unedited, I didn't know how to end this; I hope this is good lol)

🔪 Sam schemes and chooses who she and Tory are going to target and kill while Tory makes the calls and does the killing. Sam loves to play innocent because she can't possibly be doing anything wrong if she's not holding the knife. Tory pretends to be irritated by it, but loves watching Sam plot and act all innocent.

🔪 Sam is the one who got the costume for Tory. She says that if she were to wear it, she'd just trip over the robe because it's so long, which Tory eats up because she loves reminding Sam that she's her short little girlfriend. It does wonders in getting her to wear it too.

🔪 Sam's first target is Kyler. She absolutely hates him for how he treated her and ruined her reputation. His friends too, who only enabled his behavior and shared his view on women. Their disgusting to her, so after a lot of careful planning, she sends Tory to Kyler's house to take care of him.

🔪 She revels in the news once all the articles and reports about Kyler's death come out. Tory is right by her side, admiring her gleeful smile and giddy clap of her hands.

Sam turned to her girlfriend, smile stretched wide. With the subject matter at hand, anyone else would have thought she looked crazed, but Tory thought she looked beautiful. "I can't believe we pulled that off," she giggled. She tried to contain her excitement, but it was too much. "He's dead. He's really dead. It feels so good. Tell me again how you did it." Tory only smiled. "I called him, freaked him out a bit, then lured him outside. He walked around playing macho man for a while, too stupid to realize I'd snuck inside, then came back in and tried to play his dumb little games. Too bad I'd cut the cord to his system. Then I cut the power and he was wandering around in the dark. When he stumbled into the garage, I pushed him. He tried to hit me, but I'm a much better fighter than him. It only took two punches and a kick to him down, and once I did, I started stabbing him. Over and over and over again. He yelled and tried to fight back, but when I was tired of his screaming, I slit his throat. He choked on his own blood and I watched, making sure he paid for all the things he did to you." "All for me?" Sam asked, batting her eyes. Tory pulled her close. "Only for you." The moment brought them together in a heated make out session, with wandering hands and heavy moans. They federated their first kill between the sheets.

🔪 Tory has her own targets, of course. Her scumbag landlord for starters. Sam is all for it when she hears about the way he tried to trade rent for sex with Tory and she goes head first into finding out as much as she can about the guy. They want nothing more than to watch his blood spill onto the floor.

🔪 Tory causes some "light property damage" to the place to lure out the landlord, hiding before she can get caught. When he's inspecting the damage, she strikes. Bleeding out from the back, she sits him against the wall and gives him a little comeuppance, driving her knife through the crotch of his pants since he likes to think with his dick when doing business.

🔪 He's a mess under her thumb, crying and begging her to save him, call somebody, anything. She enjoys his weeping, just breaking this man down until she's tired of his crying, at which point she stabs him through the throat to silence him. He gurgles and spits up blood as she leaves the scene.

🔪 Days are spent reveling in their triumphs, reading every article or watching the news, talking about how dumb everyone is that they can't and won't figure out it's them. Then at night, they plot and scope out their next target. They watch everyone, getting a feel for their schedules and the people around them. Tory goes out and checks out the houses or workplaces of the person while Sam gets phone numbers, addresses, anything that's on paper. Since her dad is so business savvy and has some connections, it's not all that hard to get what she needs.

If y'all want more of this, just lmk. Or if you'd like another ship or even a poly!ship x reader with this au, lmk if you're interested.

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[bteezxyewriter12]

Rebounding/4

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader, Past Tae x Named Reader

Word count- 7.5k

Includes- Angst, sex from behind, table sex, kitchen sex, public sex, cock riding, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @kjqueen05 @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo

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📝Masterlists 📝 ATEEZ Masterlist

📝Seonghwa Masterlist

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3

Tae POV

"Yo Tae!", Jungkook calls as I walk into practice

"What?"

I just woke up and rushed here

Raon forgot to set an alarm like I asked her to

I woke up to Namjoon calling me and yelling at me to get my ass to practice

"Tell Jo congrats"

What?

Congrats about what?

"Uh what?"

He raises his eyebrow, "You don't know?"

I shake my head

I don't

I haven't spoken to her since I called her those names

The guys don't know about that

They think I still talk to her regularly

I finally texted last month trying to get her to talk to me but she never answered

And I didn't try hard enough to reach her although I know where she lives and works

I'm a horrible friend

"She's dating an idol. Seonghwa from ATEEZ. He just announced their relationship. And get this, his fans are happy for him"

She what?

What's going on?

"What?", I ask tiredly

Jungkook hands me his phone, the news at the top of Google's page

There's a picture of him and her, the title of the article reading, "Idol Park, Seonghwa of ATEEZ has a girlfriend"

I clench my jaw, my eyes popping open

It's one of the guys that she fucked that day

She actually dating one of them

"I texted her but she hasn't answered back yet. So tell her congrats when you talk to her"

"Uh huh", I say distractedly, reading the article

He announced their relationship through social media first then his company KQ confirmed the post and their relationship

The statement from KQ says they've been together for ten months and they hope ATINY will continue to support him, his relationship and ATEEZ

Clicking on the link to the Instagram post, I'm taken to ATEEZ's Instagram

The picture is of them together, sitting in a dressing room

I can tell she's sitting on his lap as she faces the camera because he's leaning forward, his chin on her shoulder, face next to hers

She's leaning towards him, her head resting against his, smiles on their faces

He is good looking I'll give him that

But her....she's stunning

Her big beautiful brown eyes are shining, black around them in her signature winged eyeliner

Her hair is a lot longer than the last time I saw her, the color a pretty bright cerulean

She's smiling and it's gorgeous

She looks so happy and a spark of jealousy erupts in my chest

Ok what the hell is wrong with me?

There is not reason for me to be jealous

I have Raon and now Joanne has someone

I should be happy for her

I am happy for her

It's just....I miss her

In every way possible

And why him?

Why one of the guys she fucked?

She couldn't find someone else other than the guy who used her?

Is she in love with him?

Or is she just with him for sex?

And why am I questioning this like I'm her father?

My eyes move to the caption, "Me and my jagi💗", more jealously washing over me

This is insane

She's not mine, she's his

I shouldn't feel like this

It has to be a fluke

Probably just because I miss sex with her

Raon still isn't too open in bed and I'm getting bored of the same thing

Almost anything I suggest she turns down

She only lets me blind fold her which is getting dull

She still won't play into the daddy kink or let me tie her up or anything

She also doesn't ride me that much, getting tired easily

It's not like sex is everything because it isn't but it's not something I'm craving from Raon like I craved it from Joanne

I need to stop thinking about this

She's with Seonghwa now, out of reach and I have Raon

Handing Jungkook his phone back, I don't say anything, just get in to position for the first song we're gonna practice

🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

Two weeks later

J POV

"Hwa, harder!", I moan, in so much pleasure from his cock fucking into me from behind

He grips my hips so hard, his snapping into me harder than before

I keep my cheek against the table, my hand crushing napkins and the tablecloth in my small kitchen

The wet sound of his cock moving inside me adds to his sexy moans and the sounds of his skin hitting mine

I don't even know how we ended up like this

He slept over, I made breakfast, we ate and as we were cleaning up I bumped into him and that apparently did it

I shouldn't be surprised though

We have sex any chance we get

I can't get enough of him

His kisses, his touches, his body against mine, his cock inside me

I swear I could sit on his dick all day, kiss his sweet lips all day, run my fingers in his hair and touch his soft cheek

I've almost told him I love him so many times but that fear is still there and keeps me from saying it

I hope he knows I love him from my actions but I know he'd love to hear it

I'll get there soon

"Mmm getting so tight jagi", he whimpers, "Gonna cum for me?"

"Yes Hwannie. Fuck", I moan, teetering on the edge

His cock hits my spot and I scream his name, coming for the third time, pleasure wracking my body

"Yes jagi. Fuck such a pretty messy you're making"

He pulls out when I finish, turns me around and lifts me into the table

He moves between my open legs, moving my legs around his waist, his cock plunging inside me

"Hwannie", I cry, leaning my head back, his mouth pressing kisses all over my neck

He wraps his arm around me, hand on my ass as he pulls me to the edge of the table

His hips move lightening fast, fucking me stupid

His free hand wraps around my boob, fingers pinching my nipple and tugging on my ring, sending pleasure down my spine

"Fuuuccckkk", I whine

His hips slap into me, cock moving so fast it's hard for me to clench around him but I do my best

He buries his cock inside me, grinding into me, his head rubbing my spot as I desperately moan his name

"Oh fuck yes", he moans, hips pressing into me, cock rubbing faster, "Cream my cock baby. Throb harder"

"Mmm, yeah baby. I'll make your cock so messy", I murmur, the pleasure turning off my brain

"Do it. Now baby. I want it now. Let me feel you"

Ecstasy slams into me as I fall over the edge, pulsing so fast around him, I can't stop

"Seonghwa!", I yell, hearing him moaning, "Fill me Hwa. Give me your cum baby"

"Joanne fuck", he cries, burying his face in my neck, cock throbbing inside me as he unloads his cum

I feel the warmth from his cum and I fucking love it

Wrapping my arms around him, I hold him tightly as he cums, kissing his beautiful neck and shoulder everywhere

"My baby", I whisper

"My jagi", he murmurs, kissing my neck

We stay hugging each other for a few minutes but of course it has to end

He'll be even later for practice than he already is

His phone kept ringing and I know it's Hongjoong calling him

"We have to go Hwa"

He hurrumphs, squeezes me tightly then lets go

"We'll be together later ok? After work I'll come get you from...whenever you are", I assure him

"I know baby. I just...miss you"

I smile, "I miss you too Hwa"

He leans closer, giving me a quick sweet kiss, then he helps me off the table and we get dressed

"Jagi?", he says

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

I look over at him, "Sure"

Inside my heart is pounding wondering if this is finally it

If he's going to leave for good

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to come with me to the Fact music awards on Saturday"

I blink, taking in what he asked

It's completely the opposite of what I thought he was going to say

Then my mind catches up to what he said

"An award show?", I gape

That's big

I don't know of any idol who have brought their significant other to an award show

Then again I don't really watch the whole awards show and almost never watch the red carpet part

"Yeah jagi", he smiles, "I want you to come with me. Everyone knows about us and the managers agreed"

He's not wrong

So far ATINYS have accepted us

Of course there are some who send hate and say nasty things but they're far and few in between

From their comments, ATINY likes me apparently and think I'm good for Seonghwa

They love the pictures we post and always ask him for more so he gives them more

He asked me to make another Instagram so I could post pictures of us and told me not to use my name in the username

He didn't want me to use my personal Instagram either so I took his advice, privated my personal one and made a new one which he linked on one of the pictures he posted

Overnight I got millions of followers on that Instagram, asking for more pictures of us too

Needless to say our relationship has not had a negative effect on ATEEZ

"This is big Hwa. Are you sure?"

"Definitely jagi", he says, coming over to me and taking my hands, "I want you with me. I don't care what anyone says"

I think about it for a second then nod, "Yeah Hwa ok"

"Yeah", he smiles, "You sure you wanna go?"

I nod, "Yeah Hwa. I want to be there with you. I'll always support you and be by your side baby"

"Thanks jagi. You're the best", he says, kissing me again

I fall into his amazing kiss, not wanting it to end

His phone goes off and he groans into the kiss before he pulls away

"Let's go baby before Hongjoong had a cow", I giggle

"Yeah yeah", he mutters, texting on his phone

I take his hand and pull him through my apartment door so I can get him to practice as fast as I can

---------------------------

Three days later

"This dress?", I gape

"Yes", Aera, one of the stylists nods, "You need to hide your tattoos"

I mean yeah I know that but the chest area is....kinda revealing

Not kpop like at all

When I agreed to go to the music awards I asked Seonghwa what I was supposed to wear

I had nothing to wear at a red carpet award show

He told me not to worry, that they stylists were already working on a dress, hairstyle and makeup for me

I just had to show up

Easy

I already had my hair washed again, even though I showered before I got here, and had my makeup done

I insisted on winged eyeliner and the makeup artist, Mina, sighed but added it in

"Joanne, just put the dress on. Grace still has to do your hair"

I just nod, letting Aera lead me behind a curtain

She stands there with the dress and I'm wondering why she's still here

"Ummm", I stammer

"Take your clothes off"

I raise my eyebrow, "What?"

She rolls her eyes, "Please. You don't have anything I haven't already seen. Take your clothes off, get in the dress and let me fix you"

Alrighty then

I undress, although I am uncomfortable

At least I can keep my bra and underwear on

Aera helps me into the dress, zippering the back for me

Moving in front of me, she sticks her hand in the front of the dress, grabs a handful of boob and pushes it up

"Hey!", I protest

"Oh shush. You have the boobs for this dress so flaunt them"

"I thought kpop was all about being modest", I grumble

"Not if you're Seonghwa's girlfriend apparently. He picked the dress out"

He did?

Why didn't he tell me he did?

He has good taste

The dress is nice, something I'd wear or choose myself

After Aera puffs up my boobs, she directs me to a chair

Hae the hair stylist, starts immediately attacking my hair while Aera puts on my shoes

Like I couldn't do it myself

I sit in the chair for a long time, Hae doing god knows what to my hair

"Where's Seonghwa?"

"He's getting dressed with all the other members", Hae answers, "He's going to come get you when you're ready"

When she's done, she tells me to stand and gives me a hand mirror so I can look at the style

It's a pretty braided waterfall style, with pieces of silver leaves in it

"It's so pretty", I tell Hae, "Thank you"

"Sure. I love getting the chance to play with long hair. I don't do it often as a stylist of a boy group"

"Well you're so good at it"

"Thanks"

"Jagi?"

I turn to Seonghwa's voice, my mouth dropping

Oh my god

He looks.....fucking..... incredible

Black vest, long black suit jacket, black pants, black boots

And his hair

Up in a half ponytail

I clench my legs together, my boyfriend totally turning me on

But that's a given

His eyes are huge as he looks at me

"Jagi, you're.....fuck Jo....so beautiful baby"

I smile, walking closer to him

"Please baby, you're so sexy", I say, going right into his arms, mine around his neck, his around my waist, "You're hair Hwa. So sexy"

"Yeah? You like it like this?"

I nod, "Uh yeah. Like is an understatement"

He chuckled, "I'll wear it like this for you more often"

"Only if you want Hwannie. Don't do anything just for me. You know I think you're hot all the time"

"Oh yeah?", he smiles

"Duh", I laugh

"Yeah well, I happen to think you're always-"

"Stop Hwa", I tell him, "You don't have to say anything back just because I said it to you"

"Don't do that jagi", he says, shaking his head, "Don't stop me from telling you the truth. You never believe me when I say that you're hot or sexy or beautiful. But Jo, you are the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen in my life"

I smile softly, looking into his brown eyes

I know he's telling the truth

It's just crazy how he can have anyone and he wants me

"You're my sexy, super hot, beautiful girl"

I giggle, "You're my sexy, super hot, handsome boy"

He laughs, leaning down, his soft lips against mine

I fall into his kiss, loving every single time his lips are on me

He could kiss me anywhere and I'd love it

His tongue licks my lip and I open my mouth, my tongue immediately against his

His hands move to my ass, squeezing hard as the kiss gets heated

As I press my body against his, I feel his hard on through his pants

I swear, this man has a ridiculous sex drive

First this morning, then right before we came here and now

And fuck, my sex drive matches his because I want him right now

"Baby's hard"

"Always around you jagi", he murmurs, "Can you help me fix it?"

"Always", I answer

He pulls away from me, taking my hand and leading me into the next dressing room

Which happens to be empty

He locks the door and when he turns to me, I press my lips against his, kissing him, my hands opening his jacket then his belt

Taking his hand, I break the kiss, dragging him to the armchair and positioning him in front of it

Getting the rest of his pants open, I pull them and his boxers down, shoving him lightly down on the chair, his big hard cock already straining and leaking cum

"Time?"

"Not much jagi. The guys are almost ready"

I nod

Blow job later then

Climbing on his lap, I hike the skirt of the dress up, his hand reaching out and pulling my panties to the side

I don't even have to hold his cock in place, he's that hard

I get his head in, then slide down his amazing length, my pussy opening up just for him

I'm so wet, I get his entire length in so easily, sitting flush against him, rocking on his dick, head brushing against my spot

"Oh god, jagi", he moans, his hands on my hips, "Fuck so good. God baby, it's like you were made for me"

I nod, feeling that way too, "Yes baby. You were made for me"

"I was jagi. I was", he assures me, "I was made to be inside you"

"Mmmm baby", I whimper, moving my hips faster, listening to his quickening breathing, feeling the pleasure only he can give me

No one else

Just him

"I was made to be on you Seonghwa", I murmur, bouncing slightly on him, "I was made to be with you"

He pulls me to him, his lips against mine as he kisses me deeply

I keep bouncing, holding onto his vest for balance

"I was made to be with you Joanne", he says through kisses, "Only you jagi"

"Only you Hwa", I confirm, kissing him back

His hands move to my hips, helping me bounce on him, our lips not leaving each other's

His hip move us, meeting me and going so deep, feeling fucking incredible

I love when he goes in this deep, it's so fucking pleasurable and I just want him there all the time

How he turned me into this mush for him I don't know but I'm glad he did

"Mm faster baby", he murmurs, between kisses, his fingers pressing into my clit, rubbing hard, "Cum for me baby"

I take his cock in and out, his tip hitting my spot

I tighten on his length, riding him fast to make us both cum before anyone starts looking at us

We're both breathing hard into each other's mouths, still kissing desperately as the pleasure tips over

I feel his cock throb, his warm cum spilling inside me just as I orgasm around his length

Stars blast in my vision as I moan against his lips, the pleasure so fucking intense

We ride it out together, clinging onto each other

When we finish, I lean my forehead against his, looking in his eyes, touching his cheek softly

I realize in this instant that I can't live without this man

That I will do anything for him

The love I feel for him is immense, I can't even describe it

I didn't love Tae a fraction of how much I love Seonghwa

Seonghwa is my life, my everything

"Hwa", I start, "I-"

"SEONGHWA!", Hongjoong screams, pounding on the door, "We have to leave now!"

"Alright!", Seonghwa roars

"Now!", Hongjoong screeches, "I knew he'd do this! He can't keep it in his fucking pants for one fucking afternoon! Goddamn it!"

"I think Hongjoong just had that cow I'm always saying he's gonna have", I giggle

"Yeah", Seonghwa grumbles, "He's such an ass. When he had a girlfriend he did the same thing I am and no one said shit to him"

I shrug, "Maybe he's just mad he's not getting any"

Seonghwa snorts, "He needs to get laid"

I giggle, nodding and getting up from his lap

My panties fall back into place and I pull my dress down while he fixes his pants

"Jagi, shouldn't you uh...do you need tissues?"

"Why, is it leaking?", I ask, not feeling anything coming out from my panties

Yeah his cum is pooling in them but that's fine with me

"No uh...I mean...isn't it in.. .your-"

"Panties? Yeah", I smirk, moving closer to him, "But won't you like knowing that your cum in is in my pussy and my panties during this award show? When we're on the red carpet and you're doing interviews?"

He swallows hard, "Yeah jagi, I like that idea"

"Good baby", I say, standing on my toes and giving him a kiss on the cheek, then taking his hand, "Let's go"

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The car we're in pulls up to a section of the red carpet and I am gaping at how many people are here

Reporters and other idols on the red carpet, screaming fans all around

I see Monsta X is here, Blackpink, Stray Kids

And BTS

They're already on the red carpet, doing an interview

There are so many people

"Jagi"

My eyes move to his

"Don't be afraid jagi ok? I'm here with you ok? Just hold my hand and follow me", he says

I nod, "Ok Hwa"

He leans forward, kissing me softly, then opens the door

Screams of his name penetrate the car and I'm so fucking nervous, I feel sick

He turns to me, takes my hand and helps me out of the car

Lights flash in my face, blinding me as screams of "Seonghwa's jagi" ring in my ear

He hasn't revealed my name yet, so they call me Seonghwa's jagi, which I think is cute

"Stay with me", he says and I nod

His fingers lace with mine and we start walking

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Standing at the side of the stage, I watch my baby performing

He walks on the stage, his beautiful profile on display as he sings

Right before he went on stage he asked for a good luck kiss

I told him not to be silly because he didn't need any luck

He never does, him and all the guys are amazing at their performances

But I kissed him anyway because he asked and because I always want to kiss him

He smiles as he dances, the camera focusing on him

I can never understand how they're so in sync with each other

Or how they can keep going while sweating up a storm

I can't imagine

I hate sweating

I only allow it when Seonghwa and I are having sex

Because other things are preoccupying my mind at that moment

I admire him and all the idols who perform and give it their all

Seonghwa is back in the middle, sweating so much, singing and his eyebrow raising in such a sexy stare

I can't with this man

My man

I decide that I'm going to tell him

Tonight

When we get back to my room, I'm going to tell him that I love him more than anything in this world

🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

Tae POV

I sit on the couch, waiting for the rest of the guys to get ready for our performance

We go on in like half an hour

I'm once again scrolling through Joanne's new Instagram

Clenching my jaw at the photos of her and Seonghwa

Ever since he announced their relationship, her Instagram is full of him

Pictures of dates they've been on

Pictures of them backstage at their performances, at their dance practices, backstage at photo shoots, music shoots

A lot of them are candid pictures I guess his members take

They're not looking at the camera, only at each other, smiling or talking

One where they're asleep on a dressing room couch

One where he's kissing her hand, her smile so wide and beautiful

One where he's getting his hair done and she's next to him both of them laughing in the mirror

And it sends me into a rage every time I see them

Every time she adds a new picture

Every time a picture of them comes out in the media

And to add to it, their fans, ATINYS, love her

They love him and her together

I heard them today when they came out on the red carpet

The fans screaming "Seonghwa's jagi"

I almost had a heart attack when I saw her with him

At an award show, in that fucking short revealing dress

His hand in hers as she followed him and ATEEZ

She stood behind him while they did interviews, stood next to him when the reporters asked for couple pictures

I didn't even come here with Raon

She came with her group, I came with BTS and we've been apart for the entire award show

We're seated close to ATEEZ and I've had to watch her with him, his arm around her waist, her leaning her head on his shoulder, their hands grasping each other's

Him whispering in her ear and her giggling

It's torture

Raon is not in my mind at all

I don't even know where her group is sitting, I haven't looked for her

I just can't take my eyes off Joanne and I realize that I love her

I'm in fucking love with her

I had her and I gave her away

Chose another girl who I thought was better but isn't

I was so dumb to think anyone could know me better than her

And I don't know what to do

I can't call her out of nowhere, after all these months and say "Oh by the way, I'm in love with you"

That would never fly, even if she did feel something for me

I just don't know what to do

I want her back

I shut my phone off, rubbing my forehead

I can't even complain about how unfair this all is because it's my fault

I drove her away

I'm stupid

People pass as I sit and wait and I do nothing but think about her

Someone passes and I look up, surprised to find her walking towards a door a few rooms away from us

And I make a split decision

Standing up, I leave our dressing room, calling her name

🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

J POV

"Jo", someone calls, making me stop

I turn around, surprised to see Tae behind me

I haven't spoken to him for a long time

He just dropped me after he called me a slut and whore

He didn't even text when Seonghwa announced our relationship

I know he saw all the stuff in the media

The guys texted me, wishing me happiness with Seonghwa

But nothing from him

Not a fucking word

"Uh hi Tae", I say awkwardly

It's so sad

He was my best friend, the one who I could tell anything to

The one who was always there for me and me for him

And now it's like we're strangers

I hate this is what we've become

"Hi Jo"

"Uh how's Raon?", I ask, looking everywhere but at him

"Oh uh, she's....she's good"

He doesn't say anymore and I wanna get back to Seonghwa

"So uh congratulations on BTS wins so far. I can't wait to see your performance", I say, "I'll uh, I'll see you around"

"Wait", he asks, before I can turn around

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you?"

I raise my eyebrow, "Uh now isn't a good time. Seonghwa's waiting for me"

"Seonghwa", he mutters, rolling his eyes, "The rebound"

What the fuck did he just say?

"What was that?"

"Nothing, I uh-"

"No, what was it you said? What did you call him?", I snap

No way he is saying some shit about my boyfriend

I never said anything negative about Raon and he has the balls to say something about Seonghwa

Who he's never even met

"No, tell me what you said. You had the balls to say something under your breath. Say it to my face"

He looks nervous and he should

He knows I don't fucking back down

"I said the rebound ok?"

"The rebound. From who? You?", I snarl, "How the fuck can you say that about someone you never met?"

"I uh...I didn't think ok?"

"Yeah great. I never said shit about Raon. And let me tell you I had a lot to fucking say!", I growl

"Jo-"

"I can't believe you! You didn't even text me when he announced out relationship! All the guys did but nothing from you!"

"I know. I...I didn't know what to say"

"How about congratulations! Or fucking acknowledge that we're together. Something. Anything!"

He just stands there not saying anything and I'm just completely done

I turn around without a word

"Joanne wait! I wanted to-"

"I don't have time, Tae"

"I just... Fuck. Joanne I love you", he shouts

I stop in my tracks, turning back to him, so fucking shocked at his words

"Excuse me?"

"I love you. I'm in love with you", he confesses, coming closer to ne

What the fuck is going on?

Why is he telling me this now?

When I'm finally happy with someone else

"You're with Raon", I point out

"I know. I know but I don't...I don't love her. Us, we haven't been working out for months. I kept thinking of you. I realized I love you"

Yeah now he realizes, when I'm with Seonghwa

"I want to be with you. I don't want Raon. I'll break up with her. I was stupid. It was always you not her"

I can't believe this

This is really happening now?

Tae is confessing his love for me when Seonghwa hasn't yet

But even though Seonghwa hasn't, I won't ever leave him

He's my one

The one I want to spend the rest of my life with

If Tae said this before, then maybe things would be different

But they're not

I love Seonghwa and nothing, no one will change that

And Tae needs to know that

🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

Seonghwa POV

I'm hyperventilating

I went to see where Joanne was

She said she was going to the bathroom but she was gone for a long time

I thought maybe she was lost

But I found her outside the dressing room a few doors down talking to Tae

Which isn't a problem in itself

I know he's her best friend or well he was

I wasn't jealous, I hung back, letting them talk

But now I'm freaking out

He told her he loves her

Yelled it when she tried to walk away

And I moved closer to hear what he's saying to my girlfriend

He wants to break up with his girlfriend and wants to be with my jagi

And I don't know what to do

Do I interrupt them and tell him to fuck off?

Do I wait for her to answer him?

Do I run away and cry, hoping for the best?

I don't know

All I know is I love her so much

I was waiting to tell her and now I may never get a chance

This is Taehyung we're talking about

Her best friend

She was in love with him for years, sleeping with him for close to a year

Wishing he'd see her, wishing she was with him

And she was so hurt by him that she almost didn't give me a chance

And now that guy, the one she always wanted is telling her he loves her

What chance do I have?

I know she likes me but I don't know if her feelings are deeper than that

I keep hoping I wasn't the rebound guy, the one she was with to make her forget about Tae but I don't know for sure

I hope she sees me and not just a placeholder for him

"Jo? Please say something", he asks

I'm might lose her and I don't know how I'm gonna survive

"Tae", she says, my heart pounding in my chest as I look down, "I...I love-"

Fuck, she's gonna say she loves hi-

"Seonghwa"

My head snaps up, shock entering my body

She-

"I love Seonghwa", she repeats, "I'm sorry Tae, but I don't feel that way for you anymore. After everything....he was there. He wasn't just a one time fuck like you thought he was. He's not a rebound like you think he is, he never was"

The look on Tae's face is pure disbelief

Like he can't believe she'd choose me over him

"He wanted me Tae. He...he's amazing and he makes me the happiest I've ever been in my whole life"

My eyes fill with unshed tears as I hear what she thinks of me

"He knew about me and you. About how hurt I was after you dropped me. And when he asked me to be with him, I was hesitant. I almost said no. He promised he'd never hurt me, he promised we'd go at my pace and he kept his word. He's so understanding, he's sweet, caring, loving. He's funny and his smile lights up my world", she says, "I can't imagine being without him. It hurts to think of being without him. I see my future with him. I love him more than anything in the world. He has my whole heart, forever."

I feel the same way

She has all of me, my heart, every part

"I'm sorry Tae. If you came to me before I fell in love with Seonghwa, then I'd probably would have been with you", she says, "But not now. I'm never leaving Seonghwa. He's my world. He's the love of my life"

I can't stay still, my feet bringing me to her

"Jagi", I call softly

She turns around, her eyes wide, a little fear in her face

Fear I'll make go away

"Hwa-", she starts

"I love you", I blurt, taking her hand, pulling her to me, "I love you so much"

Leaning down, I press my lips against hers in a sweet kiss, putting all my love into it

She kisses me back and I can feel her love in the kiss

It fills my body with so much happiness

After the kiss ends, she looks up at me, "I love you Seonghwa. I.... I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner. I was scared"

"I know jagi, it's ok baby. I was worried too baby. I didn't know if you were ready to hear it, that's why I didn't tell you first"

"I'm not afraid anymore Hwa. I love you. I love you so much"

I swear I've never been happier in my entire life

"I love you Joanne. More than anything"

She throws her arms around my neck, kissing me hard and I can feel her love for me in the kiss

I pour all of my love for her into it and I know she feels it too

After we pull away, she takes my hand, lacing our fingers and turns to Tae

"I'm sorry Tae but I love Seonghwa. I'm his. Always"

Tae looks upset but he just nods

"By the way Tae, this is Seonghwa", she says, "Seonghwa, Tae"

"Hi", I say, "Don't ever try to take my girlfriend from me again or we're gonna have problems"

I don't care that I love BTS and am a huge fanboy

No one is taking her from me

"I have no problems if you want to be friends with her but that's all she will be to you. A friend. I'm not letting her go and I will fight for her"

Tae nods, "Noted"

I nod too, "As long as we're clear"

"Tae where are you- Jo?"

Jungkook comes out from one of the rooms, his face breaking into a smile when he sees her

"Jo!"

He jogs over to her and she lets go of my hand to hug him

"Hi Kookie!"

"Jo I missed you! Where the fuck did you go?"

"No where. I've still been around", she laughs

"I kept telling this idiot to bring you around", he says nodding to Tae, "But he never does"

"Oh yeah well....we haven't been talking much", she answers

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Tae, "Well whatever, I'll text you and you come to hang ok?"

"Definitely", she agrees

He looks at me, smiles and holds his hand out, "Seonghwa right?"

I shake him hand nodding, kinda in awe that he knows who I am

"I'm Jungkook"

"Hi"

"Congrats on your relationship announcement. Jo's a great girl"

I smile, "I know. I'm so lucky to have her"

"Oh shush Hwa", she rolls her eyes

"Now now, let the man talk", Jungkook laughs, "I'm glad you're fans accept you guys. That was a ballsy move, I'll give you that"

I shrug, "Yeah well it worked out good"

He nods, "That's great"

"Jungkook!"

He turns to his name, Jimin coming out of the room

"Jo?", he says

"Hi Min"

"Jo's here!", he yells into the room, then comes over to us and hugs her, "I missed you!"

"I missed you too Min"

One by one all the BTS members come out and hug her, telling her how much they miss her

They all say hi to me too, already knowing my name and congratulating us on our announcement

"Seonghwa! What the fuck!", Hongjoong yells, coming out of the room with the guys, "You are not going to go off and have sex right now! We have to go back to our seats! Keep it in your pants until you get home with her!"

I blush so hard, mentally facepalming myself

"Goddamn", Hobi laughs

"So I hear you getting some on the regular Jo", Jungkook teases

"Shut up", she rolls her eyes

"Joongie, shut up and come and meet BTS you dork", she yells at him

"BTS?", I hear Mingi say

"How do you know BTS?", Wooyoung exclaims

"Tae is my best friend", she answers

"Why haven't you told us that!", San shrieks

Why are they like this?

Why are they so loud?

When the guys get to us, she does the introductions between both our groups

"Joonie, Joongie, leader and leader/ captain"

Namjoon and Hongjoong shake hands and before I know it everyone is shaking everyone's hand and saying hi

There's lots of "I'm a huge fan" and "I love you guys" on our end

And on their end they say, "You guys are really good" or "Great performance"

I watch the groups mingle together for a few minutes while I just stand with my baby

"Jo you are so fucking cool!", Wooyoung exclaims

"She is right? And funny", Jimin laughs

"Is she sarcastic with you too? Because that sass is insane!", Hongjoong laughs

"Yeah she taught Yoongi the art of sarcasm", Hobi laughs

"Hey I rubbed off on her too!", Yoongi adds

"What did I do?", she giggles

"It seems you united fifteen dorks as you like to call us"

"Yeah I did", she laughs

After a few more minutes, Namjoon says that they're going on in a little so they have to get ready

Everyone says bye, the BTS members making plans to hang out with her and inviting us too

She is our link to them after all

The guys say bye and they walk away, toward the arena

She hugs all the BTS members and they go back to their room one by one but when she gets to Tae, she stands in front of him

"Tae, you're my best friend", she says softly, "I miss you so much. I'm sorry I can't be what you want but I can still be your best friend. I'll still be here for you, support you, always. Whenever you're ready for that, you can call me. Don't be afraid to ok? I'll never turn you away"

He nods, then pulls her into a hug, which she returns

"I'm sorry Jo. I'm sorry I hurt you. I want to be your best friend again. I miss you. I'm sorry things are shitty between us but I'll fix it ok?", he says, "And congratulations on your relationship with Seonghwa. He's a good guy. Willing to fight me and all for you. He's a keeper"

I smile to myself hearing him

Like I told him, I don't care that they're friends

I would never tell her who she can and can't be friends with

As long as he keeps his love confessions to himself then we're good

"He really is Tae", she smiles, "I hope you can take the chance to get to know him. I think you'll like him a lot. I want the two most important guys in my life to be friends"

Tae nods, "I will"

I will too

For her, I'll get to know him

She lets go and he comes over to me

"Look Seonghwa, about before, I'm sorry"

I nod, "It's over with. Just no more ok"

"Yeah", he smiles sheepishly, "You're so lucky, she's amazing"

"Yeah she is", I answer, smiling at her

"Look as the best friend I have to say this ok? You hurt her, I kill you"

I chuckle, "Noted"

"Men", she sighs sarcastically, rolling her eyes

"I gotta go", he says, "But I'll see you guys soon"

Her and I nod

"I'll call you Jo", he says

"You better Tae"

He smiles, waves then goes back to his dressing room

"Well, shall we?", I ask

She giggles, "We shall"

As I turn to lead her away, she tugs on my hand and I face her again

She stands on her toes, pulling me into a sweet kiss

"I love you", she says, making my heart explode in pure joy

"I love you", I tell her, watching her gorgeous smile form on her face

My phone goes off at that moment, making both of us crack up

"Hongjoong", we both say without even looking at my phone

"Let's go-", she starts

"Before he has another cow", I finish

Laughing we both head towards the arena to finish out the award show

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Kissing her soft lips, I slowly unzip her dress

The rest of the award show was fun and we won Artist of the Year

I was so happy we won and after hugging the guys, I actually kissed her in front of the whole arena

Those pictures and the video are already circulating like crazy

I don't care though

We finally got back to her apartment and I just want her

I want to kiss her, hold her in my arm, be with her all night

She lets the dress fall to the floor, stepping out of her shoes then the dress, her hands softly pushing the jacket off me

She reaches for the vest, undoing the buttons, taking it off me

Bending down, I kiss her neck, undoing her bra while she undoes my pants

Stepping out of my shoes, pants and boxers, I pull her panties down at the same time, getting them off

Pulling her to me, she wraps her arms around my neck, her lips against mine as her beautiful body presses against me

Lifting her up, I turn us, placing her on her bed, moving on top of her

Her fingers move into my hair, pulling the ponytail out, then running through my hair

Her legs wrap around me and I move forward, sinking inside her slowly

She moans in my mouth and I swallow it as pleasure runs up my spine from pushing through her tightness

She's so wet, already clinging onto my length and throbbing soflty

Leaning my arm by her head, I run my fingers in her hair as I kiss her and start moving

Slowly

In and out, over and over, I open her around me, feeling everything

Her hips move with me, meeting my thrusts

The pleasure takes over and I just feel

Feel every pulse around my length, every brush against her spot, every move of her hips letting me go so deep inside her, every brush of her clit against my pelvis

But what's more, I can feel every touch she gives me, her hands on my back, slowly running her fingers up and down, shivers running up my spine

I can feel her every breath, every moan against my lips, every shake of her body under my fingers, against my skin

Every kiss to my lips, every touch of her tongue to mine

I love every single thing about making love to her

She moans my name softly, her throbs getting harder the closer she gets

"Seonghwa", she breathes, as her orgasm starts, "Oh god Seonghwa"

Pure ecstasy hits my body so hard, causing my orgasm to start as well

"Joanne", I moan, leaning my forehead against hers

"Seonghwa, I love you", she whimpers, her body arching into mine

Hearing those words makes everything I'm feeling so much better

"Joanne, I love you", I tell her, "I love you so much"

"So much Hwa", she murmurs, holding onto me tightly

The pleasure ebbs as we both finish, yet we don't let go of each other

She looks up at me, her hand touching my cheek soflty, "My Hwa. I love you more than anything in this world. You're my everything"

I nod, turning into her hand, kissing her palm, "You're my everything Joanne. I love you more than anything. More than being an idol, more than awards, more than absolutely anything. You're my jagi now and always"

He smiles softly and she looks so ethereal

"Kiss me Hwa. Don't stop"

"Never jagi. I will never stop", I promise, pressing my lips against hers

She's mine and I'm never letting her go

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I've been in the Undertale fandom for quite a long time, when all this horror was happening, I was just watching from the sidelines, because I didn't know English and I was too lazy to use a translator. I just enjoyed what the creator, you and other talented people created.

When I came across this false video, I was just seething with anger, filed complaints about misinformation, wrote in the comments that it was a lie, but they blindly saw something else. In Russia, I am also still trying to fight this disinformation, providing all the evidence that I have left from that time.

FlowerFell played a huge role in my life and changed everything. Thanks to this AU and FlowerFell Frans, I met my boyfriend, we got married and we had a daughter. Now FlowerFell Frans is one of the symbols of our love with him. If we could, we would express our great gratitude to the creators for this beautiful AU❤💙

Your article will help to dispel this lie in Russian social networks, I will try to translate it into Russian so that people read and see the truth. Thank you so much for this information. It must have been difficult, because remembering something that once caused a lot of pain is torture for the soul. I hope you're all right, take care of yourself and your nerves💖

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Thank you so much for your effort, I know translating can be very hard work. I am always amazed by people who fluently speak multiple languages, you're amazing!

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Peanut Butter Death Wish

Steve Harrington X Reader (Established Relationship) X Eddie Munson

Slight crack! Eddie is a little shit in this one, but you're a bit of an antagonist too.

⚠️ Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and weapons, eating expired peanut butter, sexual references ⚠️

"So uh, the Upside Down is a real place. I thought you guys were talking in D&D terms." Eddie says, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. With the way that the eerie glow of the other dimension fell on the two boys, Eddie's Hellfire Club Tshirt looked brighter than ever. Besides from the strangeness of the newfound place, it was all he could focus on as the group walked towards Nancy's house- for what, he didn't know. The infamous Steve (The Hair) Harrington was walking directly next to him and Eddie thought he looked ridiculous wearing nothing but his denim jacket and bandages. Laughing to himself, he let his gaze wander over to where you were.

You and Eddie had been friends for a while, but this stupid Harrington guy always got in the way seeing as you two were together. Eddie had wished he knew you before all this craziness so that he might've had the chance to sweep you off your feet instead of killing Demobats. You were wearing black ripped jeans and a David Bowie shirt which was slightly too large for you and hung loosely at your sides- Eddie was sure it was Steve's but he wasn't going to bring it up. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail and your shoes were triple knotted with their florescent laces. You were beautiful, and this fake snow/ash shit that fell around everywhere definitely added to your beauty. He would've continued staring if it wasn't for Steve interrupting his thoughts.

"Yeah, I've never played that Dungeons and Dragons game before, but all the kids like to make up names for this dimension using their preexisting ones." Steve said, unaware that Eddie was currently eyeing up his girlfriend. He pushed his hair back with his hand and Eddie saw a glistening stream of blood running down the top of his forehead.

"Uh, Steve dude, you've got some blood up there." Eddie motions with his finger as to where it is and Steve wipes it off with the back of his hand.

"Thanks, guess those bats did give me more trouble than I originally thought." He said, taking off Eddie's jacket. "Thank you for this, but I really don't want to get blood on it."

He hands the jacket back to Eddie and Eddie takes it with an unsure expression. He just wanted to be deemed worthy of Steve's time.

"Hey, I think we made it." You said, walking up to the two boys and immediately going to stand by Steve's side and assess the wounds he had. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay." Steve said and you watched more blood run down his forehead, giving him a look which read "Are you fucking stupid?"

"He's lying to you, (Y/N). I saw him stumble over a tree root a little ways back, I'm sure he's getting over the embarrassment of tripping." Eddie smiled and you laughed at his antics.

"Of course he did, he's clumsy as hell." You replied and winked in Eddie's direction. He felt his heart grow ten times bigger at the cute smile you sent him with it.

Walking on towards Nancy's house, Robin struggles with the doorknob and tries to get in to no avail. The lock was stuck in an odd place and no matter how many tries from the group, it wouldn't open.

"Allow me," you said, heading for the living room window and breaking the glass, "It's not your real house so it's fine."

Steve finally caught onto Eddie's staring as you contemplated the best way to slip into the room. He hit Eddie on the shoulder with a scowl and grabbed the denim jacket out of his hands. "Here," he said, putting the article of clothing on the windowsill, "This'll make it so that you don't get cut on the glass."

"Are you sure it's okay that I use this, Eddie?" You asked, completely unaware of the tension between the two. Smiling cockily at Steve, Eddie turned to you and put his hand on his chest.

"Of course that's fine, sweetheart."

Steve felt like the veins in his arms were going to pop.

"Thanks!" You said, slipping into the living room and opening the front door from the inside to allow everyone else in. The darkness consumed the entirety of the abandoned hallways that were familiar to you. Running your fingers over the wallpaper, you remembered all the nights you spent over at Nancy's hanging out with her and watching the latest VHS tapes. Smiling fondly at the memory, you move on into her bedroom following Nancy herself, and have a look around at the posters hanging up. It might've been the Upside Down, but there was the Tom Cruise poster clear as day. You didn't understand the appeal, but hey- maybe the Demogorgons liked him.

Nancy strode over to the closet and frantically searched around for the box that would contain the guns she had for self-defense. Why she had bought them, you didn't know. You picked up the diary from the bedside table and opened up to the latest entry. 1983. The year Barb went missing.

"Where the fuck did they go?" Nancy sighs with frustration as she digs through everything in her closet.

"Maybe the Demogorgons took them?" You offer the ridiculous suggestion to no one in particular and laugh at your own joke.

"Real funny (Y/N)." Nancy says, clearly still upset about not finding them.

"No, no. I think she might be onto something." Eddie says with an antagonizing grin, looking you directly in the face. You stare at Steve with a confused look now noticing what Eddie was up to, but your boyfriend was looking down at his shoes with his mouth pressed into a hard line. He was pissed.

You throw the book over to Nancy, who looks at you with confusion. "What's this?" She asks.

"Your diary. Look at the date."

"You were looking at her diary?" Robin pipes up from the hallway with her head just barely visible around the corner. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

"September. 1983." Nancy read aloud and you watched the realization dawn on her. "I haven't bought the guns yet. That's why they're not here."

"Bingo." You said, laying back on her bed and staring up at her ceiling. Because of this, you didn't notice that Steve and Eddie had walked out of the room.

Turning the corner into the kitchen, Steve leans back against the countertop which was covered in the mysterious vines that adorned the rest of the Upside Down. He glared at Eddie who had joined him and felt the anger rushing back to him. However, he decided it would be best for everyone if he stayed calm.

"What was that?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips.

"What was what?" Eddie asked, rummaging through the cupboards and finding a jar of peanut butter.

"You know what I'm talking about." Steve said, handing Eddie a spoon from the drawer behind him.

"Thanks." He replied and opened up the jar, still staring at Steve.

A couple of moments pass while Eddie eats his snack and Steve waits for him to answer. The punk rocker's hair was strewn all over the place and his shirt was covered in the stains from both the lake and the other dimension. Well, at least he had a shirt.

"Why are you trying to seduce my girlfriend?" Steve asked, grabbing a spoon of his own and sharing the peanut butter with Eddie.

"1983 peanut butter. Seasoned with the sky shit from the Upside Down." Eddie said.

"Can you just answer the question?"

"Oh uh. Because she's hot I guess." He says, moving towards the cabinet again to try and find another snack. Stopping him by placing a hand around his arm, Steve gave him the death glare.

"I respect you, dude. I really do. But (Y/N) isn't available."

"What are you guys talking about?" You came out from Nancy's room with the diary under your arm and your hair down now. You looked tired and worn out from all this Scooby-Doo investigating that both boys felt bad for leaving you to do the work while they had their petty argument.

"Steve was telling me to stop flirting with you." Eddie put point-blank and held out the jar for you. You walked over to him and dipped your finger in taking a little taste of it before deciding it was safe to eat.

"This shit has to be expired." You said, grabbing the spoon from Steve and popping more of the delicious cream into your mouth.

"It most definitely is." Eddie said.

"So uh, the fact that Eddie is flirting with you doesn't bother you at all?" Steve asked you with concern.

"Nah, it just makes you all angry and flustered and I think a jealous Steve is a hot Steve."

Steve found himself grow extremely hot when you said that, the blush on his face overpowering any other expression. He was nervous that you were secretly liking Eddie's antics but to find out that it was just to get a rise out of him, made him feel things he probably shouldn't describe with the third party in the room.

"Pants getting tight, bud?" Eddie asked with a knowing glance and Steve hurried to place his hands on his jeans to conceal anything that he didn't want showing. You were smiling and staring him up and down.

"I gotta hand it to you, (Y/N). Steve is sexy as hell."

"That's just your bisexuality talking." You said to Eddie with a knowing glance. He laughed and now started to check out your boyfriend.

"If you ever need a third party, you know who to ask." Eddie said, exchanging a fist bump with you.

"Absolutely not." Steve said, taking your hand with the spoon still attached outside of the Wheelers house.

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[ganyfreak]

Gany's book review of The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Where to start? I'm a jumbled up wreck after I finished this book. There was a discussion questionnaire at the end of the book for people in book clubs which was very helpful.

I love this book. I love how complicated the characters are and I love the world building of old Hollywood and Evelyn Hugo's life, and Monique Grant's.

I saw Evelyn's decision of wanting to end her life after she mentioned the article on dying with dignity to Monique. I love the twist about Monique's father cause I was at a lost on why, of all people, does Evelyn want Monique to write her biography.

I love the twist but I still don't know what to feel about Evelyn's decision after the car crash. Seems like everyone involved was a car crash after the accident.

What Evelyn did was so stupid and frankly, evil and selfish. It's crazy to me that Monique seemed to brush that off and only got outraged after learning her father was framed. Or am I just being too morally uptight about it?

If Harry survived that accident, would he have understood Evelyn? Would he have forgiven her? I don't know.

I guess up to that point, I was rooting for Evelyn through and through and I continued reading for the payoff of it all, not necessarily for Evelyn herself. I understand Monique's misgivings when she learned it was her father and understood the resulting jumbled complicated feelings she had for Evelyn.

There are times Evelyn does come off as unlikeable and so does Monique and it makes for a beautiful depiction of the human psyche. The narration is beautifully human. We all have inherent bias to ourselves, even when the things we do or think are objectively wrong, we only perceive it as such because we are the ones living in that reality. This book captures that tug-of-war in our brains beautifully.

I want to go into the seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo because that was a fun part of the book. There was a question at the end on who was your favorite husband. Of course it was Harry Cameron, what is this question?

The next one is Don at the start of his chapters but I was devastated for Evelyn with how it turned out. Evelyn getting hurt by Don's kiss with teeth was a great foreshadow of the events to come.

Rex comes in close after Don. Evelyn's relationship with him was black and white, purely business. He's almost like a male version of Evelyn and I love their potential. I wish there was more development for them and their relationship. It's so wonderfully trope-y but I get that it doesn't fit the themes of the book.

Now Celia. Oh Celia, the love of Evelyn's life. Another complicated soul. She hates Evelyn's actions even when it benefits them both, even when doing it her way will lead then both to ruin. Celia was selfish like everyone in this book and the author did a great job in capturing her struggles with being in the closet and sharing Evelyn with other people. She wants something that's very risky and both of them never really took that risk and Evelyn only told the truth after her death.

Lastly, Monique. Despite being the other narrator of the book, she's really just a side character where things happen around her which forced her to react. If not for Evelyn's influence, she wouldn't have character development. I think she was being selfish with David, her husband. She practically settled on him which led to their divorce. There was a part when she got introspective, saying her fundamental flaw was always underestimating herself and not living up to her full potential, and I understood her at that moment.

I love her oh so complicated relationship with Evelyn, how she hate her and respect her.

One flaw I think this book has is Evelyn's decision to frame Monique's father during the accident. I had to do mental gymnastics to believe that she got away with that but I forced myself to look past that. I almost didn't, but the writing was still so good after that one literal car crash.

There's plenty more to discuss about this book but essentially, I love how the author captured the humanity of everyone in this world. There is something selfish and sometimes bad parts in everyone and it shows through their actions, even if they have good intentions. The author did an amazing job in writing humans that are relatable.

I would highly recommend this to everyone. On top the greatly written characters, the world building is immersive, it's set in Old Hollywood, and the relationships are beautiful.

4.5 stars

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[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 24. A Test To See How Much You Can Take

Malibu California, July 20 2002

Sitting at my desk in my home office, I flip through some documents and random papers organizing as much as I can before Tommy and I head into the San Fernando Valley just outside Los Angeles for an interview and photo shoot with Guitar One magazine.  

As I grab the last few papers off my desk, I notice there was a large postal envelope that I have yet to open. I couldn't remember what it was but it was addressed to me so I set the other papers aside, and opened it to see what was inside.

I pulled out a magazine, Harper's Bazzar, which I don't remember ever subscribing to but none-the-less I see Angelina Jolie on the cover, looking as beautiful as ever and as I look over the cover, there is a feature about Chris.

"Chris Cornell, making his way, new band, new life, but how does he keep it all together?...what?" I read it to myself. 

Flipping my curls out of my face, I open the magazine and flip to the section with the article. I find the article which is about 4 pages with photos of him, and I would be lying if I said that he didn't look great, but as I continue to turn each page, there are more photos of him and I suddenly feel like my heart dropped out onto the floor with someone stomping on it to make sure that it was actually dead.

It was Chris with Vicky Karayiannis, the woman he left me for, who he is now apparently engaged to according to this article, the two of them on a white covered bed, looking so in love with sporadic photos around the main full page photo of them playing around in a pillow fight. 

I wanted to scream, I wanted to punch something, or really more like someone. 

"Babe, have you uh, seen my um, studded belt? I can only find this plain leather one..."Tommy says as he appears behind me, and I couldn't take my eyes off the page, feeling the pain and anger bubbling inside me.

"Babe?" I hear his voice again.

"Is it not in the closet hanging up?" I ask and I quickly close the magazine, tossing it down on my desk.

"No,"

"Well did you look?"

"No babe, not at all," He says sarcastically with a chuckle.

"Fuck," I sigh with frustration and turn in my chair, rising from it and step around him to go into our bedroom to find it and he catches my hand.

"Baby hey, what's wrong?" He says his brow furrowing at me.

"Nothing, I'll just go find it for you like I always do," I say, my voice now showing my frustration as I try to pull away from him.

"Hey, what did I do? I'm just asking you a question, and you're giving me attitude," Tommy says defensively, his brow furrowing as he still holds onto my hand.

"Nothing, just let me go and find it ok?" I say looking up at him, trying not to let it show that it still hurts. That even after all this fucking time, the pain still hits me like a mack truck as if it was the first day Chris told me he was leaving me.

Tommy then turns his attention to the magazine that I threw on my desk noticing the title of the article on the front page. He lets go of my hand and picks up the magazine. 

"Tommy," I say as he flips through and sees the 4 page article and those photos.

"Did you buy this or something?" He asks while reading over the article.

"No,"

"Who sent this to you?" He asks, glancing at me.

"I have no idea, it was addressed to me but like, no return address or anything,"

"He totally sent it to you," He says, glancing back at the photos.

"Who Chris? You think Chris sent it to me?" I ask.

"Well, fuck babe, why would this suddenly show up now? This issue is dated May 2002. He totally saw our tabloid magazine bullshit and sent this to you," Tommy says and glances at me.

"I mean... I don't know, like, why would he do that?" I say confused crossing my arms over my chest second guessing everything I thought I knew about Chris.

"To fuckin' hurt you. I know if I was him I would, cause I've been that guy and I can be that guy,"

"Tommy, he's not like that though. He's never been one to throw shit in people's faces like.... He's never been the type to do that," I explain.

"That you know of. Why would he try to convince you that I'm such a bad guy? I'm telling you he's not the same guy that you were married to," 

"Tommy, he was the one who left me. He was the one who didn't want me anymore so why would he still try to hurt me if he didn't want me," I say my voice shaking. I could feel the tears coming and I refused to let them fall.

"Because he doesn't want me to have you. He doesn't want you with anyone else. He's a fuckin' piece of shit and I wish you would see that, especially since he is quoted 'The only reason I was able to end up happy for the first time in my life was because I was awake for it' " Tommy says reading a piece from the article where Chris was asked about his life before he met Vicky and referring to his marriage to me though I am not named in the article, he does mention 'his former manager and ex wife'.

It hurt. It hurt a lot. A lot more than I care to admit. 

"I don't wanna talk about this anymore ok?" I say grabbing the magazine from his hands and tossing back down on my desk then turning but he catches my hand again.

"Babe -?"

"Just let me go find your stupid belt," I pull away from him. 

"What the fuck are you mad at me for?" He says angrily in which I don't exactly blame him for, but I couldn't stop myself and I walk out of my office. 

"Andi?" 

I make my way through the hallway passed his gold and platinum records that hung on the wall, out into the foyer and up the stairs. I head into our bedroom and straight into the walk in closet.

"Baby, will you just fuckin' talk to me?" I hear him as he comes into the bedroom. I search through his side of the closet, in the section where he has all of his belts hanging up on an organizer and find the silver studded one that he was looking for just as he appears in the closet doorway. 

"Here," I say angrily as I take it off the hanger then walk to him, and I hand it to him by pressing it to his chest and just as I try to pass him, he catches my hand again.

"Andrea - " 

"I told you I don't wanna talk about it,"

"Well fuckin' taking it out on me isn't fuckin' fair either!"

"What the fuck do you want me to say Tommy?!" It was like I couldn't stop myself. I was so hurt and angry and I know it's not his fault but I couldn't help it. He stands there looking at me, his brow furrowed and I feel like a fucking asshole that I was even yelling at him. 

"Look, I was just trying to make you fuckin' realize that he's doing that for this exact reaction. To get a rise out of you," He says and I cross my arms over my chest and look down at myself

"I don't want it to hurt. I shouldn't care what the fuck he says about me, and I'm angry at myself that I let him hurt me still," I say still looking down at myself. I couldn't look at him. There is no way I can bear to see that look on his face. Tommy does not deserve to be yelled at by me in this situation. He then reaches out for me, pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm sorry," I exhale, the warmth of him instantly making me melt.

"Baby, it's ok... you've seen it with me. Pam can really fuck with my head sometimes and it's like we're fighting like animals and at each other's throats. I'd be lying if I said that it didn't hurt, cause it fuckin' does," 

I sigh and try to wrap my head around the fact that, if it was Chris that sent that to me, that is such a fuckin' low blow if I ever saw one. To say that he was only able to end up happy for the first time because he was finally awake for it was so uncalled for. It makes a total mockery of our entire marriage, insinuating that he was never happy with me to begin with. 

"If he was never happy with me, then why the fuck did he ask me to marry him? What the fuck was the point then?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I love you and you make me so fuckin' happy and that I never wanna spend one second of my life without you in it," He says after a few moments, his voice deep and husky, with his lips gently brushing that spot under my earlobe as he speaks.

"Really?" I say, my voice small and even though I do believe him, my insane self doubt just always makes itself known.

He moves his lips from my skin, taking my face in his palms, looking into my eyes for just a moment with that pure intense look of nothing but love for me, then leans down pressing his lips to mine and I couldn't help but instantly suck that bottom lip of his, feeling instant sparks between us like the very first time his lips touched mine. He breaks his lips from me for just a second, crouches down and picks me up which makes me giggle.

"Tommy, what are you doing?"

"Well it sounds like you need me to convince you so..." He says with that charming smile he always gives me and I laugh as he carries me to the bed.

*****

San Fernando Valley California, July 20 2002

We arrived at the Third Encore Studio, settled in the heart of the Valley and I met with the photographer, David Studarus, first as he wanted to discuss with me exactly what the vision is for the photo shoot. It was pretty simple. He wanted to capture Tommy as just himself, since the overall tone of his album is basically just him as he is with no overly flashy glam effects of how he was with Motley Crue and stripped from the over the top Nu Metal like Methods of Mayhem.

As the photographer prepares for the shoot, the interviewer, Lindsay from Guitar One magazine, introduces herself to me and Tommy making some small talk and pleasantries to make it more comfortable. Just before I take my usual stance and sit on the sidelines, out of the way of everyone and everything, She asks me "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions as well, on the record?"

"Um..." I hesitate for a moment looking at Tommy as he takes a drag of his cigarette sitting in an old beaten up chair across from Lindsay. "Really? Me?"

"Fuck yea, why not babe?" Tommy says, exhaling a cloud of smoke and smiles at me.

"Uh ok sure, no I don't mind," I say sweetly and one of the assistants from the magazine runs and grabs me a chair, and I thank them for it as I sit down next to Tommy.

***

*Taken from the point of view of Lyndsey Parker for Guitar One Magazine*

"...Dude, by the time we get to rehearse, it's like, 5 o'clock!" exclaims Tommy Lee. To say he's excited about his new solo project is like saying his infamous former band occasionally got into a bit of harmless mischief. And his little kid enthusiasm is definitely contagious. 

Despite all the scandals that continue to plague him (ex-wives, sex videos, umpteen lawsuits and  arrests, jail sentences and all well publicized tabloid fodder that needs no further elaboration here), there's no denying that the ex-Mötley Crüe drummer is just plain likable. He has that elusive, indefinable X-factor called charisma, and he's got it by the bucketload, which is probably why he's one of the only surviving 80s-metal icons that the public still cares about in 2002. Not even Bon Jovi's most recent VHI friendly singles got added to the playlists of an impressive 50 plus radio stations straight out of the box, which is the case with Lee's new angst anthem, "Hold Me Down."

While there's no doubt that Tommy's a superstar, with (ahem!) looks that kill and a massive presence that sucks all the air out of the room the minute he enters it, he's still such a dude. A dude's dude. Every other syllable out of his perennially grinning mouth is "dude," unless it's "bro," "man," or the ever-popular F-bomb. And yet, somehow he's always interesting, never coming across as the stereotypical brain-dead Bill or Ted that those who watch too many "E! True Hollywood Story" specials might expect. Put simply, when Tommy talks, people can't help but listen. Which is good, because Tommy talks a lot.

Considering his irrefutable star power, Tommy Lee's Dave Grohl-like evolution from skin basher to guitar slinging, centerstage frontman makes perfect sense. After all, the average drummer may be content to hang anonymously in the background, but it was obvious from the Crüe's earliest incarnation that the spotlight hogging Tommy didn't want to be that guy! 

"I always wanted to be up front. Like, I'd be in the back playing the drums, thinking, 'I wanna be up there!' And that's what sorta inspired my crazy drum solo antics. I'd take on the persona of a frontman, a ringleader, and I'd just eat it up!"

He became an official ringleader in 1999 when he left Mötley to front his own group, Methods of Mayhem. "At some point I thought, Man, I gotta do something else, because creatively I am dying. Even if I fall flat on my face, I don't care, because I don't wanna be miserable anymore," he recalls. 

Despite his gonzo attitude (and the little-known fact that he's actually been playing guitar for more than 20 years), it still wasn't an entirely painless transition. 

"I didn't really realize how difficult it would be until I took this on and did the Methods thing," he admits. Luckily, Dave Grohl himself helped boost Tommy's confidence. 

"I remember the Foo Fighters were rehearsing in the studio next to the one I was in, which was so weird considering my wife has known Dave for years but I didn't know it then - anyways I was like, 'Dave, dude, I'm freaking out! This is so much harder than I thought it was going to be. On drums you can get away with hitting the wrong beat somewhere and nobody notices it, but this is a note! If this shit comes out sour, this is not good!' And Dave said, 'Dude, I felt the same way. I freaked out; I had a panic attack several times. But it'll all be fine.' So it was good to hear it from another drummer who was playing guitar and singing that it's really hard. It makes me have a whole lot of respect for the people that do this thing. This shit's hard!" 

But remember, Tommy's a guy who used to make spinning in midair while banging on a habitual drum kit seem like the easiest thing in the world, so on his new, completely self penned solo effort, Never a Dull Moment, he sounds like a born bandleader. It's an album that Tommy's rightfully proud of, enough so to ditch the MOM moniker and release it under his own name. 

"I thought I might still call it Methods of Mayhem at first," he says, "but then my producer was like 'Tommy, why don't you just call it what it is? Bro, you've been in this business making a name for yourself, everybody knows who you are, whether they like you or not. They know who Tommy Lee is! And now you're gonna go under some other name - Methods of Mayhem - What the hell is Methods of Mayhem?' So I thought about it and you know what? It made a lot of sense. So cool, fine whatever. I don't care what we call it as long as it's good."

Of course, Tommy's well aware that he can never escape his name and all the baggage that comes with it.

"We went to Bora Bora back in the beginning of May, and I'm sitting there, I'm chillin; gettin' some sun - my wife, who was my fiance at the time had gone to get another drink -and I'm havin' my little fruity drink with an umbrella in it and out of the corner of my eye, I see this dude walking toward me. And he's carrying The Dirt. He's all, Dude, bro, I had no idea you would be here! I'm on my honeymoon, and I'm reading The Dirt!' And I'm like 'you brought this book on your honeymoon? Are you out of your mind?' He's like, Dude, I can't put it down!' So here we are on the other side of the world, in the middle of nowhere, and here comes a cat with this book about my life! I almost died,"

*** "Wait... when did that happen?" I cut in looking at Tommy with a confused look on my face.

"You went back to that pavillion thing or somethin' to get another drink, and yea... he was cool but just so weird to be reading that on his honeymoon. Like dude where's your wife? Why are not not playing with her instead of reading a book - especially a book - my book - like what the fuck?" Tommy laughs.

"Apparently I was gone for a while, you never told me that," I giggle.

"Yes babe you were, I had to go find you remember?" He says then turns to Lindsay "She was so fuckin' cute, she was talking to  this couple  who like recognized her and somehow tequila shots got involved - "

"Oh yea, ok... yea they were like insane Soundgarden fans and I don't really remember much after that... but uh, we don't need to get into that though," I say and Tommy and Lindsay laugh.***

Speaking of his wife, the adorably sweet Andrea O'Riden Lee - Andi as everyone calls her - was signed on as Tommy's management back in January after a fallout with his manager over certain financial discrepancies. Andi, in integral part of the Seattle grunge scene and former manager of such bands as Alice In Chains, Nirvana early on in their career well before they changed the musical landscape with 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' but mostly well known for managing Soundgarden and taking them to their success (which was catapulted after their extremely successful tour with Guns N' Roses in '91/'92) has also worked with such bands as Type O Negative and Pantera and just signed to work with Darrell 'Dimebag' Abbott and his brother Vinny Paul formerly of Pantera with their new project Damageplan.

"Oh she got me dude. I fell hard," Tommy beams "I knew she was the one the second I laid eyes on her. I had no idea she was so well known among the Seattle scene, like, when we started talking, I was like 'dude there's no way like how did we never cross paths before?' it just so happened that we always ended up missing each other by like, this much. Like, when she toured with Type O and Pantera, that was right after they toured with us (Motley Crue) Dude, there's been so many instances where she and I should've met before but it just never happened," 

When asked how she met Tommy, her eyes lit up instantly "Oh my god I was nervous, it was the first time in a long while that I was called to take on a new client and I wasn't told who it was at first, it was just a PR guy that said there was a last minute change and they needed someone to take over right away. So when I met him face to face, I was a nervous wreck. But, he was so sweet and so charming and like, so pursuant of me which I never experienced before. Like just dead set on me, and wouldn't give up. I fell so hard for him too, like right away," 

When gathering what she thinks of the entire situation and scandals surrounding him 24/7 she says "He is so sweet though, like not how everyone says he is. He's the love of my life. He's not perfect, I know I'm definitely not. But I mean, they really do paint him as this like, bad boy that has all these lawsuits, scandals and how many times he's been arrested, blah blah blah. I can tell you right now, whatever you think he is, he's like the opposite,"

The pair married early in July, a spontaneous destination wedding that the tabloids obviously had a field day with. As the former wife of Chris Cornell - of who was the frontman of Soundgarden and has now gone on to his own solo adventures - it certainly made for a spotlight she doesn't necessarily wish for. "It's definitely a culture shock I'll say that," She chuckles. "I mean, I come from a part of the music scene where that stuff didn't happen. You didn't see yourself plastered across the page of the National Inquirer because of where you went to eat, or who you were meeting up with, who you were getting married to. Like, that just wasn't a thing. We were all such a tight knit family that looked out for each other and supported each other. Now here I am thrusted into the spotlight which is not all bad but it's definitely not something I'm used to" 

There's no denying just how much she and Tommy have impeccable chemistry. Their love for each other just radiates between them. Seemingly the total opposite in terms of just how quiet and shy she is, and Tommy - the obviously outgoing, life of the party, hyper with impulsive tendencies - but that is quickly overshadowed by her sensual, witty yet humble personality, it's no wonder Tommy fell for her. She is definitely his perfect match. 

Now, as he carries on with the next phase of his career, he's hoping his new disc will refocus the public's attention away from his albeit media struggles "That'd be nice, because all that other shit is just so 2000!" he gripes. "It's just old, man. Turn the page already, kids."

Never a Dull Moment definitely represents a new page-actually, a whole new chapter in the never-ending Tommy Lee saga. Free of the hip-hop gimmickry (including rapping sidekickTiLo) that made Methods' self-titled album a (re) mixed bag, Never a Dull Moment boasts plenty of fist pumpers that'll sound quite bitchin cranked up to 11 at a frat party or WWE

Composing the 11 original tunes on the album along with, as Lee puts it, "lots of therapy and anger-management classes!" constituted a healing process of sorts for the notoriously troubled musician. "I started writing as soon as I got home from Ozzfest with Methods. I took my recording studio off the bus, stuck it back in my home, and locked the doors! I didn't come out for, like, months!" he recalls. "I sat in there and wrote and wrote and wrote. just wanted to be truthful to myself and write lyrics about real experiences that I, and others, might have had. It's not necessarily all personal, it was just me saying 'Someone's really gotta write about this, because this happens to everybody'"

Tommy's experience penning one love lost lament on the album, "Blue" (which features guest vocals from Incubus' Brandon Boyd) Illustrates just how inspired he was during this prolific period. "I wrote 'Blue' on a Gibson Chet Atkins guitar," he begins. "They sent one to me and I didn't really have any sort of an electric/acoustic-sounding guitar that I could play with and I pulled it out of the box, and it sounded gorgeous! I swear to God, I was playing that guitar and within five minutes I was like, 'Omigod, omigod, what's that? I gotta record this really quick!' I plugged it in, and that was 'Blue.' Like that. I wrote it in five minutes, just inspired by the sound of this guitar."

However, Tommy says his drumming background still rubs off in his percussive style of rhythm guitar playing on the new record. "There's a song called Body Architects,' and it's done with a momentary switching box that the guys from Methods of Mayhem and the Crystal Method turned me on to. It's a switch put on the guitar that you slap and it turns the guitar on and off. It's basically like I'm playing drums on the guitar, like, 'Ch-ch-bwurn-buh-bwurn-buh. bwurn-buh-buh-buh," he enthuses, mimicking the tune's rumbling, raunchy riff, "It's really percussive!"

The resulting album is the kind of sensitive-but-strong fare that can more than hold its own alongside your Nickelbacks, your Linkin Parks, and your Stainds. If anything, it's more credible. After living through two decades of decadence, Lee's one tortured artist who's earned the right to publicly sing about his suffering. And it's sure to throw more than a few naysayers for a loop.

"I am still trying to figure everything out though," Tommy sighs as he discusses his current touring  plans. "It gets a little hairy. I'm such a little bitch about sounds. I'm a Libra, so I'm a perfectionist which my wife can definitely attest to. I sit there going over every little detail. I do know that every guitar part, every effect, every drumbeat, every vocal line and bass line, is gonna sound dope. We've locked this room down for two months, so by the time this thing is ready to roll out, it'll sound awesome! But it takes a lot of work. I'm pullin' my hair out!' But there's just the four of us now, instead of another rapper and a DJ and-whoa, it was getting crazy there for a while..."  And it'll be a far cry from Mötley's million-dollar arena extravaganzas. "Sorry guys, no airborne drum risers this time." 

And while Tommy humbly insists that "when the place is full of people, it doesn't really matter where you're playing. When you look out into the crowd, it could be the House of Blues, or it could be some arena, it's all the same, he admits that he sometimes misses those heady, hedonistic stadium days of yore. "The only thing that's frustrating is, I've been a part of putting on the biggest spectacles in the world, and that's hard to do when you need to sell out an arena to put on that kind of show," he explains. "So I'm working my ass off to get back there, 'cause I got a few more ideas that I've always wanted to do, and they're killing me inside! I've just got to do them! And I will do them. A couple years from now, we'll be sittin' here and I'll say, 'See? I told you I'd do it!'" 

As if anyone ever doubted him in the first place.

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A/N: *Excerpts taken from the July 2002 issue of Guitar One magazine*

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