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[notjustjavierpena]

Hiii!!! Can you do some phone sex with dbf!joel? I’ve seen it around but I’d love your take on it 😈

Pillow

A/N: I love you, anon. This is so fun to write! Keep it coming.

Summary: Leaving for college after fucking your dad’s best friend a whole summer is sure to bring along some withdrawals symptoms.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 smut (MDNI!), pillow humping, f masturbation, daddy kink, phone sex, dirty talk, m masturbation, mutual masturbation, somehow also a bit of fluff

Word count: 2.3k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48953992

Pillow

Physically, Joel is annoyingly far away from you when you finally leave for college again, but in your mind, he is very much present all the time during classes. He floods your brain with filth, sweet nothings, a sudden memory of how it feels to kiss him and how his fingers feel inside you.

You miss him and it’s frustrating.

Frustrating to a degree that you haven’t quite experienced before, one that makes you want to say a naughty word just to see him drive across the country to tell you off. It must be withdrawal symptoms, you think, as a result of spending a whole summer being so close to him. Every day bouncing on his dick with his hand on your throat, able to see him, have him, whenever you wanted.

Yes, you have his number in your phone’s contacts, but so far all you have messaged him is that you’ve arrived safely, and his dry response of a simple smiling emoji and a thumbs up tells you that he is not the type to text regularly. You’re surprised he even knows how to use emoticons.

It’s Friday night after your first week back and you are alone in your room. The dormitories are quiet, empty of students who have gone out to celebrate the so far successful survival of being back to having their noses in the books again. Even your roommate has gone out despite her being notoriously known for staying in to read ahead. You wonder if something’s happened to her over the summer that’s changed her — just like you have changed from enthusiastic to filled with dread, unable to say why to anyone. 

“Just don’t feel like going out to get hammered,” you’d said instead, head in your pillow as you had tried to hide your blues. Is this heartbreak?

Your face is still squished into your pillow, arms wrapped around it to feel something close to an embrace. All the other decorative ones have been thrown onto the floor. Your blanket has been discarded too since it’s still warm at night. You have one leg tucked under your body as you scroll mindlessly through your Instagram feed and watch stories of people in bars, singing loudly and drinking beer.

It’s been an hour since you texted Joel, the famous non-texter, that you missed him. The radio silence is driving you insane, even more so because you do not wish to be the person who demands constant attention. 

But the text has sent your heartbeat skyrocketing. Yet the pulse isn’t just evident in your chest; it’s moved down south so quickly. You miss him, yes, but fuck, you miss his mouth, soft tongue on your clit, pads of his fingers rubbing against that little spot inside you that made you a believer. Though above all, you miss his cock that fits perfectly inside of your, now wet, cunt.

Eyeing the floor, your gaze falls upon your new silk pillow. It was a birthday present from your roommate, something about the silk covering being good for your hair’s health, but right now, it’s going to serve a greater purpose. 

You snatch it from the floor and haul it onto the bed, impatiently getting onto your knees to pull your hoodie over your head, exposing your chest, and tug your underwear down to your knees. It’s not like you’re in a hurry since it’s still early, but you are too lazy to take your panties all the way off.

You consider getting up and locking the door for a moment, but you should be able to hear if your drunk roomie stumbles towards your shared room, so the need to get off wins over your laziness once again. 

From previous experience, you bunch up the pillow how you like it. The silk is tricky since it’s smoother than your normal pillow, but you manage to straddle the fabric how you want it after holding it in place. It’s so soft and comfortable against your very sensitive skin, cooling against your wet heat.

You reach down between your legs to spread yourself open a little, letting out a soft sound as the bunched-up stuffing of the cushion settles right where you need it the most. Your heart is beating out your chest as you start rutting your pussy against the silk, seeking out some kind of disappearance act for the constant ache and dread in your body from being exposed to missing Joel fucking Miller. 

You get lost in the sensation quickly. Warmth spreads across your chest as your breathing becomes heavier. Your sensitive clit throbs, earning friction that gets you humming in pleasure. If you close your eyes, you can almost feel his lips ghosting along your neck and you imagine that he is the one touching you between your legs, chest towards your back, and arm around your waist, so he can cup your mound and plunge two fingers into you. Your walls clench, a higher-pitched moan bouncing off the walls.

You grind harder against the pillow. Your thighs tense a little as you rock back and forth, cunt fluttering as you feel closer to the edge by the second. Oh, how you wish to have his face between your thighs right now. His warm, thick tongue fucking you open as his nose bumps against your swollen nub. 

Your hips stutter. Not yet. You wonder if you could wait long enough for a reply. Probably not.

You move to get on your hands and knees, looking down between you and the pillow. There’s a stain on the silk, your arousal having seeped onto the fabric and made a darkened wet patch. Your cunt clenches once more, and another sticky drop of slick drips from you. 

“Shit,” you moan quietly at the sight. You are about to reach for your phone to cheekily snap a photo of your mess to send to Joel, but before you can open the camera, a message from Joel ticks in. 

You almost come at the mere sight of seeing his name on your phone. It’s still coded in as Joel (dad’s buddy). There’s no need to open it as you read it at the top of the screen. 

I have some time. Can I call you? -JM.

You don’t reply. Instead, you call him without a second thought. The beeping sound of your phone ringing has you shivering, but he picks up on the third ring.

“Joel,” you breathe shakily into the receiver. 

You hear Joel’s breath hitch in his throat at the tone of your voice. You imagine that he has tensed up since there’s a pause on the other end of the line. Then, “What're you doing?” 

“Thinking about you.”

“What are you wearing?” From his tone, you can hear that it’s meant as a joke with a tinge of mockery too. You suppose that you deserve that, but you won’t let him get away with being snarky about this. He needs to know this isn’t just to get adventurous with him, but rather to relieve you of misery. 

“Nothing, Daddy, I miss you… It hurts,” you pout despite him not being able to see. 

“Where does it hurt?” He plays along. All mockery has vanished. He clears his throat, it sounds dry.

“My little pussy. She needs you,” you make sure your bed squeaks as you start moving on the pillow again. Joel is quiet except for a deep exhale as he listens. It has your head swimming once more in record time, clit throbbing impatiently as you’ve already edged yourself once. 

“Fuck, baby. I can hear ya. Got anythin' between those pretty legs?”

“Not my hand,” you say truthfully. You put your phone on speaker to grip the edge of the pillow, snapping your hips forward in your seat. 

“What then?” 

“My pink silk pillow,” you moan softly as heat starts pooling below your navel again. You want him to join you, but you’re not going to ask.

“Jesus Christ,” Joel breathes deeply in through his nose, a half sigh and moan, “We’ve been apart for a week and you already do this. Gettin' out of hand, baby girl. Don’t ya think so?”

“I can’t function without your cock, Daddy” you feed his ego. It won’t harm anyone because you’ve found your statement to be absolutely true, “Miss being sore. You made me hurt so good, Joel.” 

“And now you’ve replaced me with… bedding?” Joel teases, but you hear him shuffling around like he is moving through his house. 

“Yeah,” you giggle breathlessly, bunching the pillow up even tighter. You wiggle your hips to seat yourself against the silk as before, a little crease of it nudging against your clit. It makes you push your pelvis harshly yet slowly into it. An idea pops into your mind, “Wanna see?”

You hear the sound of sheets, the clinking sound of his belt being unbuckled, and then the pull of his zipper. That was quicker than you thought. 

“Hold on,” he replies and moves his mouth away from the receiver. You prop up your phone against the wall on the floating shelf above the head of your bed, listening to the faint sound of pants being shoved down.

When he finally calls you and the FaceTime logo appears on the screen,  you press the green answer button and stare right into the camera. If this was a planned call, you would have thought about your looks and your pose, but Joel will see you just how you are right now. 

He isn’t disappointed. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he says instead of hello. You cannot see his cock, only his broad naked shoulders, mouth that’s slightly agape, and his eyes, which have become a darker brown with his arousal. 

“Daddy’s so potty-mouthed,” you reply innocently, sitting up a little straighter to show off to the camera. You move slowly up and down on the pillow, back arched to push out your chest and one hand curled around your breast. 

“How long have you been draggin' your cunt all over that pink cushion, young lady?” He asks in a low voice. His shoulder is moving in a way that tells you enough, and if you could close your eyes without feeling rude, you’d be able to see how it looked when stroked his dick.

“A while, a little after I texted you,” you reply. In the corner, you can see yourself moving on the pillow as your tits bounce slightly. It turns you on to see yourself masturbating more than you’d like to admit, “I’m so horny for you.”

“Bet you are,” his eyes roam hungrily over the screen, “So what are you waiting for?” 

“What do you mean?” You pant. 

“You want me to see you come, ain't that the plan?” His breathing is accompanied by the sound of his fist pumping his cock, “To show me how good you can treat her when I’m not around to do it?”

You nod as you moan loudly. Sweat has started to form on your chest and breasts, glistening prettily for him as you thrust your hips faster to chase your climax. It climbs steadily, like a coil tightening in your abdomen, starting from behind your cunt. 

On the other end of the line, Joel’s heavy breathing is slowly turning into moaning as well. He is getting closer as well, trying his hardest to get to where you are. 

“Daddy,” you cry feebly, “I’m gonna fu— come.”

A tingle is creeping up your spine. You’re so close, letting go of your breast to pull the fabric taut with both hands as you rock against it. Where you’ve been panting before, you hold your breath right before you come.

Every single drop of tension in your body seeps out of you as the coil finally snaps. Your orgasm hits you like a runaway train. Your world fades from view for a few seconds, your mouth hanging open in a loud groan. You ride it out without hiding your pleasure from the world, hoping that you truly are the only person in your dormitory right now, concentrating on staring into the camera lens as you gain your vision back. 

Joel swears at the sight, speeds up his hand. He scrambles for his phone to angle it towards his dick. 

“I’m gonna wreck that little cunt when I see you next time,” he promises through gritted teeth, suddenly letting out a deep grunt of satisfaction as he comes. He paints his hand, nearly dropping his phone amid the intensity, “Fuck, sweetheart.”

You’ve collapsed into your bed, pulled your phone down to hold it away from your face, and stare lovingly at Joel as the camera returns to his face. He looks a little flustered, cheeks slightly pink from the blood coursing through his veins. 

“Stay on the phone with me for a while. I promise not to fall asleep,” you plead, swinging a leg out over the edge to pick the blanket up from the floor with your toes. You throw it over yourself, suddenly chilly when the air hits your sweaty skin. It’ll be easier than hiding the evidence by cleaning up too. 

“Alright, lemme go wash my hands first,” he says, leaving the frame. You hear his feet patting across the bedroom floor, but then you hear nothing else.

When Joel returns, he gets under the covers as well, “So, how was your first week at—“

You’re snoring ever so slightly. He smiles to himself but doesn’t end the call just yet, watches you fall deeper into slumber for a while before deciding it’s enough. He shoots you a text before plugging his phone in for the night.

Fell asleep on me, Sleeping Beauty. I miss you too. Props to you for not getting foul-mouthed like me. I’ll remember that. -JM.

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[reallyromealone]

Heyo! I was wondering if you could possibly do a femboy/hellokitty lover male reader w/ Bonten. Like Bonten meets him off of instagram or tiktok and are instantly hooked. I'll leave the rest 2 you of u even eanna write this abomanation :p Thank you<3

Fuck it sure

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It started when ran was scrolling instagram, somehow stumbling across @(instahandle) who was the prettiest man he ever saw.

Soft pinks and cute skirts was what his eyes met every post along with flirty little thirst traps, the pretty man had Ran in a chokehold.

It didn't take him long to show the femboy to the rest of Bonten and soon enough all of them were looking at all his... Promiscuous pictures and donated like crazy on his livestreams.

This would eventually catch the pretty boys attention, checking his biggest donors pages to see that they were all executive's or high high ranking to 'Sano family Trade enterprise' and were... Really fucking hot.

He didn't really care for the money aspect, it was just a bonus as he began talking to the men.

Bonten practically whispered sweet nothings to him through text, making his knees weak with their flirty texts.

Bonten was obsessed, spending all their free time texting him and even getting some adorable photos of him during his day to day and if they were lucky some more racier pictures.

'can we meet?' (name) was panicking as he sent that to them, not sure if they would find him weird or creepy for wanting to meet him...but he was just so inthralled by the men.

He's never been so wanted by people.

Sure he had his fans but these men...the way they wanted him made him feel like he was the only one.

So here he was sitting in a coffee shop that was incredibly fancy as per the men's request while sipping on (drink of choice), when he stated to the person who does the seating his Reservation...they looked startled but (name) didn't pay that much mind.

He wore his cutest outfit for them, an even cuter pair of men's lace panties under his skirt.

He was worried though, what if they didn't show up? What if that a sick joke or a catfish...

Bonten walked in and immediately went to the area they knew (name) would be in, eyes raking his being as the angel drank his beverage.

"God those pictures don't do you any justice" Ran said huskily as he slid beside (name), the rest of Bonten following suit as they stared at (name) with an intensity that would scare most people but (name) was just hypnotized by their eyes.

Why did such pretty men have to have such captivating eyes?

If the men were menaces in text, they were demons in real life.

Even Mikey was flirting in his own Mikey way.

"That's a real cute skirt" Koko commented as he played with the fabric, hands touching (name)s thighs "thank you..." (Name) mumbled, the man's cold hands feeling weird against his warm skin but he didn't mind.

When the meet came to an end (name) was completely entranced by these men and their dynamics and found behind the flirty charm they were very fun to hang with.

"I had..a lot of fun today" (name) didn't know why he felt so comfortable with the men, even letting them drive him home as Mikey "I was wondering if you guys wanted to do this again"

When Bonten saw (name), they thought he would be just a cute little play toy but now... They didn't want to let him go.

"Bold of you to assume we haven't already planned a real date"

"But this was a date?"

"Oh darling, you haven't even begun to see what kind of dates we put together"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #male reader

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I was just scrolling through Instagram and the following question popped into my head:

If Bella never had those hallucinations of Edward in New Moon, would something significant have changed? Or would it just mean that she wouldn’t seek out Jacob?

Alright, let's go through this, I'm intrigued.

Bella Never Hallucinates Edward

Bella's in Port Angeles with Jessica to get Charlie off her back so he won't ship her off to Florida. They have an alright time, by which 'alright' is terrible for Jessica and Bella just hates the whole thing but is too depressed to function. They see the scary biker men, this time, Edward's not there to tell Bella not to go with the scary looking people who resemble her would have been rapists.

I imagine Bella stares at them for a weirdly long moment and Jessica, frowning, tugs Bella away and is very disturbed by the whole thing "Please don't make eye contact with them, Bella". Jessica, however, isn't as wigged out because Bella didn't actually approach them and mostly thinks Edward really fucked Bella up. She is not doing good.

"Maybe we have girl's night at home next time," Jessica reasons, seems more low key for Bella who really looks like she should be staying close to home.

"Yeah sure whatever" I imagine is Bella's reply, as she'll need something to keep Charlie from freaking out and if occasionally doing things with Jessica is it then why not.

As you note, without having hallucinated Edward, Bella has no motivation to endanger herself (first by approaching scary men, realizing this is too spicy, then saying "motorcycles, Edward would hate that"). So, Bella never gets the motorcycles and as a result never thinks of Jacob.

She never approaches him and doesn't befriend him.

I imagine what follows instead is that Bella has increasingly awkward girls nights with Jessica and Angela, and accidental dates with Mike Newton, where she tries to convince Charlie she's great. She's... awesome, but she's not actually getting better because she doesn't even have Jacob in this timeline.

I imagine she still motivates herself to search for the meadow but just gets increasingly lost in the woods without Jacob's help. She may stumble across it as she did in canon, nearly get eaten by Laurent, at which point she's saved by the wolves but even if this happens while she'd now know Victoria is after her sh edoesn't know about the wolves and Jacob isn't close enough to tell her/try to tell her as he did in canon.

Things continue, Bella doesn't jump off a cliff because she doesn't see the La Push guys doing it/isn't hallucinating Edward. As a result..

Probably, what happens, is either Victoria does eventually get to Bella and kills her or else the Volturi get involved as Victoria's building up the newborn army and, since Edward never came and told them he broke the rules, they have no reason to stall the destruction of the army and Victoria herself.

Bella never realizes there was a newborn army or how close Forks came to being wiped out by vampires.

As it is Bella... well, she'll either get better, or she'll continue to spiral into the suicidal behavior we saw in canon. My hope is that, after long enough, as in canon she begins to accept the Cullens will not return and tells Charlie/Renee "I think I need help" rather than what she did in canon (which was conclude she needs to rebound on Jacob to fix her problems).

Edward will likely eventually return, but we don't know when this will be, and when he does... if he'll content himself watching from afar or else will begin intervening in her life and scaring off boyfriends.

But the rest of the plot doesn't happen.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #bella swan #meta #headdcanon #opinion

[smartycvnt]

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: You tease Rhea when the two of you go out for dinner.

Warnings: smut, bottom Rhea, top reader, vaginal fingering

R

WC: 1002

"This is a pretty fancy place. Are you sure meeting the guys here is a good idea?" you joked as you looked around the restaurant. Dominick and Damian were dressed in fairly similar outfits as they waited at the table for you and Rhea to make your way over there. Finn was still nowhere to be seen at this point, but you knew that he'd show up sooner or later. He was often showing up a little bit late to these things, or so Rhea always told you. This was actually your first "team meal" with Judgement Day since unofficially aligning yourself with them.

"They'll behave if they know what's good for them," Rhea promised you. In the WWE, you had a certain image that you worked very hard to keep up outside of the ring. It was hard, especially since a lot of people automatically assumed you were an asshole because of it. They also made a lot of assumptions about your relationship with Rhea. You had seen quite a few people call you a pillow princess online, and they couldn't have been more wrong. Especially with Rhea.

"Let's just take our seats and try to have a good night," you said. Rhea followed you over to the table. She got your chair for you, receiving a kiss on the cheek as thanks when she finally sat down. Rhea looked smugly at Dominick and Damian. She really felt like she had won the lottery with you, which you didn't understand. The woman had people falling over at her feet left and right, but you were the one who she had worked tirelessly to impress. At first, you thought she had been joking about wanting you, so you hadn't given in. Now, you were glad that you gave her a chance.

Rhea fell into a conversation with the guys, which was when you took your chance to mess with her. You placed your hand on the inside of her thigh, tracing random little patterns as you scrolled through Instagram on your phone. Rhea's mind went somewhere else completely, and you knew the exact place it had run off to. You subtly smirked to yourself as you began tracing the words that you had spoken to her the night she won the Rumble. Each of those absolutely filthy comments that had rocked Rhea to her very core that night were being traced across the thin fabric of her pants. You leaned forward just a little as you let your hand press into the inseam of her jeans.

"Rhea, do you think you can come hold my bag while I go to the bathroom?" you asked innocently. Rhea swallowed as she nodded. You very elegantly and easily got up from your seat, but Rhea was not so fortunate. She could be a bit clumsy sometimes because of the sheer amount of space that she took up, but Rhea was causing a little bit of a scene in the restaurant as she stumbled her way behind you. The two of you moved quickly into the bathroom and into one of the bigger stalls towards the end. "Now, you've got to be quiet because we're not by ourselves right now."

"What are you going to do to keep me quiet?" Rhea challenged. It was as close to a "make me" as she could get without being punished. You glared at her as you slapped one hand over her mouth. It was a bit harder than you meant it to be, but Rhea didn't complain. If anything, her eyes lit up a little at how rough you were being with her. You were never like that in public. She felt like she had done something to make you break, which she thought was something to be proud of. The day Rhea truly made you "break" in public probably wouldn't go anything like this.

"You are such a fucking brat sometimes Rhea. If I didn't want to feel all of that cum dripping down my wrist, I'd make you march out there and sit through dinner without anything at all," you told her. Rhea whimpered a little as your hand moved into her jeans. You maintained eye contact as your fingers teased and touched her a little bit. Rhea's eyes tried fluttering shut a few times, but you'd always squeeze at her jaw a little to get her to open them. "Keep looking at me or I'll stop."

Rhea nodded in understanding. You thought that Rhea's eyes were absolutely gorgeous and loved getting lost in them. More than that though, you liked seeing the way they'd roll back into her head when you started fucking her. Rhea's eyes were easily one of her most expressive features. Everything she had learned to hide on her face or in her words were always right out in the open with her eyes. You could see how each movement of your fingers brought her closer to the edge of bliss before shoving her right off of it. You liked going on her eyes rather than the noises being muffled by your hand. Rhea could get as loud as she wanted, but it was always the same look of light in her eyes suddenly going dark that told you when she came.

"Fuck," Rhea panted as she pushed herself up from the wall. "My makeup is probably fucked."

"Just your lipstick, but I like how it looks. The guys might get upset if they see it though. I doubt they wanted me to come along just to fuck you in the bathroom," you laughed. Rhea walked out of the stall first to start fixing her makeup. You followed her to the sink where you washed her off of your hands. "You look good."

"I always do for you." Rhea leaned over and gave you a kiss, which definitely re-smeared her lipstick just a little. You liked the hot goth look on her, but black lipstick was really a bitch to keep looking nice.

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #wwe x reader #wwe #my writing

[luvrhyune]

Hello!!💞 How are you? So i have a headcanon request for Stray Kids (all eight of them). Of course you don't have to do it and i don't mind you deleting it.

I thought maybe something like where the roles are reversed and Stray Kids are the fans ( like they are not idols), how would they be as ones and maybe since when did they start being fans.

I apologize if i made you uncomfortable and for any mistakes or if this is very confusing. Again i don't mind if you will delete it, you are busy after all and please have a great day/night!!~💕✨️💗

-; ✧˖*°࿐ FAN BOYS . SKZ .

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; skz as ur fan boy !!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; ot8 x reader !!

— warnings ; …none????

— notes ; first off, i would like to say sorry ‘nonnie that this request took so long to get to you, i wasn’t taking requests at the time so i just left it in my inbox

— notes ; but i also wanted to say THANK YOU for the request. this is the perfect example of how to request from me, you were so polite and it was detailed enough for me to go off <3

masterlist.

— CHAN !

his little sister definitely got him into your music.

like she was probably listening to a comeback of yours, and chan pops into her room and is like “wait this is a banger?”

i’d say he started listening to your music after your third (3rd) comeback.

as a fan, chan wouldn’t be as devoted to you as some of the other boys would be.

he’d watch a few promotion stages, watch a few interviews but i don’t think he’d keep up with everything you’re doing.

like if you got into a scandal he wouldn’t know until his sister told him.

he’d definitely go to some of your concerts when he can and take his sister with him for sure.

he’d also buy some of your albums and have them on display in his room, i think he’d also have some merch, like some hoodies and stuff.

— MINHO !

so in this au, minho is a choreographer or a dance teacher.

and so thats how he stumbled across your music, one of students asked him to let them learn the dance their favourite song.

so he watches the dance practice to the song, and another song, and another until he’s pulling up a music app to listen to all of your discography.

he wouldn’t call himself a stan, sure he thinks all of your songs are unskip-able, but he doesn’t keep up with every move you make.

i don’t think he’d have merch either, like one of his students probably gifted him a hoodie from your brand but thats all he’d own.

he doesn’t have any albums, he MIGHT go to a concert & he doesn’t watch interviews or anything.

he simply just streams your music & watches your dance practices so he can teach his students your dances as a treat.

— CHANGBIN !

you’re fandom name? he is one for SURE.

there is no time frame from when he became a stan, he just absolutely adores you.

he probably found your music through tiktok or something.

he definitely has merch, he owns like three (3) hoodies & a lightstick.

he has a few albums too.

when he has time, he watches your promotion stages and a few interviews.

if he can’t, it doesn’t matter because he is ALWAYS streaming your songs.

he’s probably been to one or two concerts also.

— HYUNJIN !

i wouldn’t call hyunjin a stan.

honestly, i think he’d just listen to a few songs and thats it.

he’d probably follow you on instagram, scroll through your feed every few months.

but i don’t think he’d be that interested in you besides music.

sorry that his is so short 😓😓.

— JISUNG !

i honestly think jisung is very similar to chan’s hcs.

i think he stumbled across you randomly and was like, “wait this is fire???”.

and got more & more into your music.

i don’t think he’d pay too much attention to you, he’d follow your instagram and check it once or twice a week.

he’d watch a few promotion stages but that’s about it.

i think he’d own one album and then be put off by the price </3.

& he probably wouldn’t ever attend a concert.

— FELIX !

pre debut stan. PRE DEBUT STAN!!!

loved you the moment you opened your mouth.

he has all of your merch, hoodies, hats, key chains, plushies, light stick.

he has all of your albums, pc’s, posters.

every concert he can go to, he HAS gone to.

watches every interview, every dance practice, every performance.

a VERY devoted stan.

— SEUNGMIN !

he’s like changbin & minho with his hcs.

there’s no specific timeframe he started listening to your music he just loves it.

whenever he’s doing something he’ll probably hum your songs to himself.

he’s not to involved with your life either, you got into a scandal? big whoop.

he also won’t own any merch unless someone buys it for him. and if they do he’s wearing it 24/7.

— JEONGIN !

very similar to hyunjin’s.

he likes your music, he’s listening to it often.

but you can’t call him a stan.

he doesn’t own any merch, watch any of your videos.

he just follows you, keeps up with your drama and streams your music.

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[l0ves1ut]

Perfect to Me

Jamie Campbell Bower x fem!reader

Summary: Reader starts to compare herself to other girls online, and her boyfriend is there to make sure she knows how perfect she is <3

Warnings: reader is insecure about her body, and I think that's it, pls let me know if there's anything I missed!

Notes: This is literally my first time writing fan fiction since I was like, twelve years old, and it’s honestly kind of just a practice round, so it’s not going to be the best writing you’ve ever seen, and I kind of hate it honestly, but I am trying 😅 also please request! I need ideas!

You were mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed, waiting for your boyfriend, Jamie, to get home. Most of it was pretty usual, photos of your family and friends, and various pictures from hashtags you followed. You came across a photo Jamie had posted a few hours ago, of you and him laying together at a small private beach. You smiled to yourself, remembering how fun that day had been and liked the post. Going into the comment section to write something, you stumbled across a few hateful comments, mostly about how your body looked in the bathing suit you were wearing. Now, you had gotten used to people saying things like this, seeing as it happened pretty often dating someone famous. You tried to just ignore them, but you’d be lying if you said they didn’t sometimes get to you. This was one of those times. You couldn’t help but think the people saying rude things about you were at least a little bit right. Even you were worried about wearing that bathing suit out, thinking it showed too much of your natural curves. You decided to go on to this girl account, wanting to see who was saying things about you. This girl, whoever she was, was absolutely gorgeous. She had many pictures of herself in revealing clothes, and she didn’t seem to have any flaws in her body. Just as you were about to scroll through her photos a bit more, you heard the front door to your house open. 

“Love, I’m home!” You heard Jamie shout from across the hall.

 The rest of your night was the same as usual. You and Jamie ate dinner together, watched a movie in your shared bedroom, and then went to bed. Pretty much the same as you did every other night. But the entire night you couldn’t get the hateful comments out from the back of your mind. As you were trying to fall asleep, you couldn’t stop thinking about what this girl online was saying about you, and wondering if she was right. Jamie seemed to notice your discomfort, and sat up to ask you what was wrong.

“Darling? Is everything alright? You're moving around a lot more than usual,” he asked quietly.

“Yup. Everything’s fine,” You replied, clearly not sounding very convincing. 

“Are you sure? You’ve been acting strange all night, are you feeling okay?”

You sat up with him and decided to just tell him how you were feeling. You hated hiding anything from him.

“Just rude comments again, talking about how I looked in that picture you posted earlier, same as usual,” you answered, laying your head on his shoulder. 

“Y/N, what have I told you about looking at the comments,” he chuckled lightly, stroking your hair. “You know they have no idea what they're talking about, you're perfect,”

“I know, I know. It’s still annoying, though,” You sigh.

“Please don’t listen to them, love. It’s what they want. But I promise, they’re all blind if they can’t see how stunning you are. You're perfect to me, don’t let them get to you.” He moved your head around to kiss you, laying you both back down as you rested your head on his chest. He continued stroking your head until you fell asleep, finally being able to stop thinking about the comment section.

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[author-a-holmes]

Obviously ignore this if you want but I saw you mention that you recently got published (congrats!!!) and I had a question. I'm still far out from that, but I know how to write and can research how to publish but I don't know how to market. Not only am I autistic and not charismatic, I want to solely use my pen name and distance my writing from my face because of my professional life. Do you know how to actually get people who might like your book to notice that it exists as an indie author with no previous following? Thank you if you have any advice!

Hello Moshke!

Thank you so much for the congratulations! It's taken longer than I expected but the realisation that I'm published is finally beginning to sink in! It's very surreal ^_^

I honestly don't know if I'm the right person to give advice on marketing as, at the moment, my book's been out just over a month and I feel like I'm stumbling around in the dark, but I wanted to give your ask due consideration and, despite my hesitation, I think I still have some tips that could hopefully help.

The reason I think I might have at least some relevant tidbits is that I'm also writing under a penname and most people don't seem to realise that.

Now, in my case, it's not about privacy it's just that don't like my given name enough to see it on book covers :D So I don't mind talking about it, but marketing your book under a penname isn't that much different to how you would market the book under your legal name.

Tip No. 1

Establish your pen name as a functional pseudonym now. Don't wait until you're ready to publish.

So, this stage was a little backwards for me. I come from the age of internet use where you did not give your real name online, under any circumstances, so I've always used various "online names".

By the time I decided that I was going to use "Arista Holmes" to publish under, anyone who knew me online already knew me as Ari. Even my best friend offline will sometimes call me Ari when we're chatting, so it had become as much an actual nickname as an online pseudonym.

But that's exactly what I'm getting at. I'm not pretending to be "Arista Holmes", I am Ari. A writer in her 30's based in the south east of England. The same way I'm Josie to my mum, or Jo-jo to my Godmother.

Tip No. 2

Don't think about it as marketing your book, but as creating an author "brand".

I'm using "Brand" here in the absence of a better term, because I absolutely hate thinking about this as a "brand", but what I mean is think of your Penname as something people will google search.

In fact, Google search your pen name.

As I mentioned, I'd been using "Arista Holmes" online for a while, and I had accounts all over the place that I didn't necessarily want coming up when people looked up my books.

(I will deny spending my youth on Neopets, it's just TOO embarrassing!) 

But jokes aside; Google your pen name. See what comes up. Scroll through all 20, 30, 50 pages of google. Some asshole looking for some embarrassing post from your teen years won't stop at page five, and neither should you.

Shut down any accounts you find, or if you want to keep them, change the username to something else. The only non-publishing related account linked to Arista Holmes now is my AO3. I figure it's still writing, so no harm in leaving that one up.

Tip No. 3

Set up social media accounts now; Be as consistent as possible across all platforms.

Now, and I want to put this in big bold letters:

Having accounts on all the socials does not mean you will be active on all of them.

Or use them at all, in fact.

Having accounts on Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram, Twitter, Tiktok, Youtube, etc etc etc, just means that if, by some miracle, you make it big and draw in fans you'll also inevitably draw trolls and by making the account with your pen name; it stops them claiming that username and pretending to be you.

It's a form of pre-emptive protection.

On that note; Be consistent across your accounts. Use the same profile picture, use the same header or banner, use the same colour scheme, use the same "About Me/About Author" description, and (as much as possible) use the same username format.

That last one won't be possible on all platforms. Some of them don't like periods/full stops. Some don't like underscores, but try to be as consistent as possible.

For example my account on here is author.a.holmes, most other places I'm aristaholmes. I'd change it, but at this point, I don't want to break all my links.

Tip No. 4

Author Pictures Are Not Required.

I'm adding this point here because I mentioned profile pictures in the previous tip. Author Pictures Are Not Required.

Don't get me wrong, they're often highly encouraged, and I can't deny that they give a humanising effect to the author, but that doesn't mean you actually have to show your face.

I've chosen to put my face on my "About The Author" page in the back of my book, but that's a personal choice. You don't have to add one at all! It's only more recently that I've seen fiction author photos in the back of books.

Until about... 15 years ago? Ish? I wouldn't have expected to see an author photo unless the book was non-fiction.

If you want to add a picture of you, but don't feel comfortable or can't because of real world problems, consider an artist's caricature instead. Go one step further than a pen-name and give yourself a pen-picture! Jenna Moreci uses an artist's interpretation as her profile picture/logo, and Lemony Snicket only had pictures of the back of his head for ages.

If you do decide to commission an artist though, do explain to them that it will be included in your books, that you'll be selling, as they will probably want to add a commercial licence price to the artwork; But if you explain why you're having the caricature done I imagine most artists would be very reasonable about it.

***

That's all my tips for setting up and marketing yourself, as the author, under a pen name... but I can already hear the voices in my head muttering that I've not really touched on how to get people to find you once you've set up the pen name, and the socials, and your website etc.

And it's because I personally think that if you're writing under a pen name you need to establish it as an entity in its own right before beginning to try marketing it.

So, moving on…

Tip No. 5

Find your place on the great, wide, interwebs...

I mentioned I'd been online as Arista Holmes for about 8-10 years prior to deciding to publish under this name, but once I did decide to publish I went and made all my author socials (just like I mentioned in Tip No. 3)

That was in 2020 and it was part experimentation, and part letting people find me. I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep up with multiple social media's, and I also knew I didn't WANT to, so I made the socials and I started posting on each platform and figuring out which platforms I liked. Which ones were easy to use, and which ones got me the most engagement with other people.

For me, this turned out to be Tumblr and Instagram. Twitter and Facebook are like graveyards for me, and Tiktok is only a little better, but your mileage may vary.

I cross post consistently with Tumblr, Instagram, because those are the places I get the most engagement... but I also maintain a blog on my website and any big pieces of news (such as asking for ARC readers, or publishing my book) gets posted across ALL platforms because, well, I live in hope that one day my tiktok will go viral lol.

But honestly, the multiple socials literally eat up so much of the time I could spend writing; I highly recommend picking two, three at most, and focusing on them.

But what do you post? I can almost hear you yelling <3

Tip No. 6

How to market when you're shy/introverted/not-charismatic/or any other thing you feel is holding you back.

You're going to want to throw something at me but lean on your strengths. It sounds so simple, and I know it's not, I'm sorry, but here's what I mean by that.

When I was still experimenting with all the socials to find the ones I liked, I stumbled across an image. I want to say it was here on tumblr but, honestly, I don't remember and at the time I was neck deep in every marketing and promotional blog or article I could find trying to figure this shit out.

It was called "The Periodic Table of Content Marketing".

I don't know why this helped me wrap my head around marketing, but it did.

I read over each of the types of marketing and I started getting idea's.

Ebooks... I'd heard about people doing reader magnets for newsletter lists.

Interviews... I've seen authors on podcasts. I'd seen people on tumblr interviewing their characters. I could do that.

Trends... What are popular tropes if not trends of the moment?

And I suddenly realised that this silly little graph was all the different types of marketing I could do, broken down simply, and laid out neatly, and I could pick and choose not only the bits I was comfortable doing, but the bits that I was confident with.

I'm never going to put my face on a tiktok video and lipsync to popular songs, but I could write a 12,000 words short story prequel to my series and make it exclusive to newsletter subscribers.

That was something I could do, because it leaned on my strengths; My writing.

Because I haven't said it yet, but two years ago I'd have described myself very similarly to you.

I'm not charismatic. While I'm not autistic, I am painfully introverted. I have severe social anxiety. I'm not funny, I can't talk with strangers casually or easily. Talking about my book more than once a week feels like I'm bragging or being pushy... But I can write.

So I started looking for opportunities to share my writing, and let it... not speak for itself, but let my words draw in the audience. It still took a bit of pushing on my part, I would look for tag games where the user had left an "Open Tag" and I'd hop on those and share some words.

This is part of the reason Tumblr is one of my favourite places to network with writers and readers, because the tag games let me share and tease content without having to push through my social anxiety all that hard.

It's a slower, organic, audience growth but it's definitely my preference.

The content I shared on here, produced to play tag games, I quickly realised that I could copy it onto a pretty image in canva, and share it on instagram easier than I could condense a paragraph into the twitter character limit, or make it look appealing on Facebook's janky system.

And the more writing I shared, the more people commented and followed. And the more they commented and followed, the easier it was to talk to them. And then I started getting asks. That was nerve wracking and sometimes they'll still sit there a couple of months before I can make myself answer them.

(Sorry Sleepy and Avra, if you're reading this! I'll reply soon, I promise!)

Have I gone off topic here? I kind of feel like I have but also... not really.

If you feel like your writing is your strength, lean on it. Let it do the heavy lifting for you. Show your hand with your words.

By the time I set up my mailing list and offered 'Whatever Happened To Madeline Hail?' for free, I got 12 people to sign up straight away. I don't know if that's a lot, but it was at least eight more than I was expecting.

When my book launched, I received 14 reviews, and sold 20 copies the first month. Again, I don't know if this is a lot, but it was a whole hecking lot more than I'd hoped for.

I don't know if I'm good at marketing, and maybe someone will reblog and reply to this with better advice, or tear apart what I've said, and if they do great! I really hope it helps you or someone else down the reblog chain because, as I said at the start, I'm really just stumbling around in the dark and hoping I somehow get it all to work out lol

But I do just have one more piece of advice, that isn't really my advice...

Tip No. 7

Fake it until you make it.

You're a writer. The beauty of the internet is that we have time to stop, and think about the words we're writing in response to someone.

I'm a shy, introvert, who doesn't know when to shut up when she gets started talking about writing (Or at least that's what it looks like based on the length of this post...)

But 99% of people I speak to online don't know I'm an introvert. They don't know that after sending an email I have to go back to bed for a few hours to recover my energy, or that I can't answer a phone without feeling nauseous for the rest of the day and it's because when I'm online I'm Arista Holmes, and I can write my responses in the same way I write my characters.

I'm not saying I'm not being me, I am, but I'm also being given the time and space to be the confident me I want to be, rather than the nervous wreck I actually am.

Write your socials, and market your book, as the you that you’d write if you were dropped into one of your own books.

Fake it until you make it.

Handy Resource List For Marketing:

Periodic Table of Content Marketing

Jenna Moreci's Youtube - I take her writing advice with a huge chunk of salt, but her marketing advice is top notch.

Bethany Atazedah Youtube - Co-wrote a Marketing For Authors Non-fiction series, but a lot of her youtube videos contain good, free, advice too.

Self-Publishing With Dale - If you want to market effectively, keeping on top of the current trends and changes in the market is important. Self Publishing with Dale is the best way I've found to do that; He really has his fingers on the pulse of the Self Publishing Market, and even if you're not publishing yet, checking out some of his videos can teach you loads about what to do, but more importantly, what NOT to do.

Michael Anderle's 20Bookto50k system - I didn't mention it as a tip but the BEST form of marketing a book is to write the next book. Michael Anderle talks about his theory that is you have 20 books published, your backlist of royalty income should net you around $50k a year. The hour and a half talk changed my whole marketing outlook and is why I'm focussed on a slow grown, more organically sourced, audience rather thank paid advertising.

Abbie Emmons Youtube - I'm not sure I should include Abbie in a list of marketing resources as she's often more about the writing side of the craft, but her videos have been invaluable to me, so she's just worth checking out in general.

#Ari Speaks #Arista Speaks #Ari Gives Advice #Ari is unqualified to give advice #Marketing #Marketing under a penname #Penname #Pen Name #Pseudonym #Content Marketing #Publishing #Self Publishing #Building An Audience #Growing An Audience #Writeblr #Writeblr Community #Writing #Writing Community #CW: Mental Health #CW: Social Anxiety #CW: Anxiety #TW: Mental Health #TW: Anxiety #TW: Social Anxiety #Ask #Ask Answered

[nakimochiku]

“Deku-kun!” Ochako chirps when Izuku finally picks up the phone. “Mina-chan told me she heard from Kirishima-kun who heard from Bakugou-kun! He’s coming back from America for New Years!” 

Izuku’s heart leaps into his throat. He scrambles for a response that isn’t garbled noises. 

“Excited?” Ochako teases. 

“Yeah. It’ll be great to see him.” Izuku says as neutrally as he can.

It's been five years, eight months, and two days since he last saw Kacchan. But who’s counting? Almost six years of scouring youtube for videos of Kacchan (“Get that fucking camera out of my fucking face you shitty extra!” In irritated english), for interviews with Kacchan (“Excessive force is fucking real but what the fuck was I supposed to do? Sit back and jerk off while the fucker had hostages? He's still alive isn't he? I didn’t even fucking burn him!”), news reels of Kacchan (“Hey! Get back and calm down! I got this!”)

The Americans love him. His brand of rudeness, bluntness and arrogance helps him fit right in. His instagram (which he updates once in a blue moon and always with thirst traps of him working out) is full of fans begging him to spit on them. Izuku can respect that Kacchan found a market that would take him just as he is. 

The problem though, with Kacchan being an american hero is that his merch is almost impossible to get. Shipping alone costs an arm and a leg, and Kacchan’s website doesn't do international shipping. Izuku thinks it's crazy that globalization can be such a thing and he has to pay forty dollars just to get a Dynamight brand key chain (it's adorable, shaped like a little grenade with Kacchan’s orange x logo across it, he needs it yesterday.)

Sometimes, Izuku almost gives in. He scrolls through his cart and thinks fuck it, I deserve a treat. I’ll do it! But he never does. 

But now, Kacchan is coming back home. 

Izuku deliberates for a long time. He swishes the idea back and forth like mouthwash, before he finally makes up his mind. 

He opens a long ignored text thread with Kacchan (the last message was his birthday. A very simple series of emojis. A bomb. A cake. A party hat. Izuku had replied “thanks i think” and been left on read.) he sends a screenshot of the very fluffy winter uniform themed hoodie he's been salivating after and a message that says “you owe me six years worth of christmas gifts. Get me one and we’ll call it even”

He's left on read. 

Three days after new years, Izuku stumbles over to the door to silence the incessant knocking. “Yes, what is— Kacchan?!”

There's Kacchan, hair a little windswept, nose red from the cold, a massive box under his arm. He’s still so fucking beautiful he makes his heart stop. “You gonna catch flies all night or you gonna let me in? It’s fucking cold.”

Izuku numbly steps aside. It's not like he expected Kacchan to look different. He updated his insta story just yesterday. But he’s here, in Izuku’s space, breathing Izuku's air, and Izuku doesn't even know what to say. Kacchan just huffs impatiently at him and shoves the box into his arms. “What's this?” He asks, already ripping into it. 

Kacchan shrugs, slouching his way to the sofa and dropping into it like it's a throne. “You think I don't know your stalker nerd ass wants way more than the hoodie?”

The box is full of all sorts of Dynamight merch. Izuku’s eyes sting. “Kacchan—“ he starts, voice wobbling. 

“Oh my god no. Don't get all sappy okay. It's no big deal!” Kacchan grouses. He looks at the wall of All Might merch, the light in the kitchen, the weave in the sofa’s fabric. “It's just been a while.”

Izuku abandons the box of merch to sit at Kacchan’s knee, letting his fingers rest low on his thigh, squeezing gently until Kacchan finally looks at him. “Thank you.” He says sincerely. And then, before Kacchan can cheapen the moment, “I missed you a lot.”

Kacchan sighs through his nose, shoulders relaxing. “Yeah.”

Later, Izuku is recorded off duty and proudly repping his Dynamight merch. The fan behind the camera giggles, “Deku! Are you a Dynamight fan?”

“The biggest!” Izuku answers proudly. 

In America, Katsuki closes the video, snaps his Deku brand popsocket closed, and pretends he’s not in a really good mood. 

#Bnha #mha #bakudeku #bkdk #post canon #fic #This has been living in my head rent free for so long so now i’m subjecting the internet to it #They are pro heroes and baku moved to america and deku just REALLY wants dynamight merch why is shipping so expensive?!

[singbluesilverblog]

HOW WE MET (Abby's Version)

Hi friends! This is my first *official* blog post, and the two of us wanted to put together posts about our friendship & how we met / how we got into Duran Duran from each of our perspectives! :)

Kal and I have so many eerie coincidences in our friendship, it’s insane. Seeing the same angel numbers, texting each other the same exact things at the same time, verbally saying the same thing on FaceTime, finding out both of our first "crushes" as kids were Greg (me) and Murray (Kal) from the Wiggles (don't laugh.) You name it, it’s probably happened with us. We both have gone though eras with The Beatles, The Police and Queen (even both having fixations on Queen specifically during our sophomore years of high school). Even with getting into Duran Duran, she got into them July 9th, and I got into them July 11th, all because of the SAME John Taylor edit we both independently saw on TikTok that randomly came up on our FYP before we met, as well as seeing Duran Duran in concert exactly a week apart (stay tuned for posts about that!)

Now, to clarify, the two of us have always known about Duran and have listened to them very casually. The two of us have ALWAYS loved old music (I grew up listening to a lot of Elton John, Bon Jovi, Elvis, The Beach Boys, Metallica, Frank Sinatra, The Beatles, Mötley Crüe, and Sam Cooke thanks to a mix of my parents and my grandmother) When I started collecting records when I was 11 (I'll be 21 in May, for context) my Mom gave me her copy of DD's Arena she got in 1984 as one of the albums to “start out” with, along with a few others. (She was a Roger girlie, and her twin sister (my aunt lol) was a Nick girlie! They also had a mutual friend who was a John girlie) Like any girl at that age, I thought they were cute! I loved that it was a live album, which I thought was unique. And, of course, everyone knows Hungry Like The Wolf, come on.

2022 rolled around, along with Season 4 of Stranger Things. I remember scrolling through TikTok in August and stumbling across a Steve Harrington edit with Girls on Film as the audio. I IMMEDIATELY fell in love with the song, it became one of my most listened to tracks that year if I recall correctly. I later posted on my instagram story on November 11th 2022, a mirror selfie of me in my college bathroom with Rio as the music for it. Coincidentally, it was eight months to the day before my fixation started. Weird!

After I was sucked into the Duraniverse by that incredible JT TikTok edit, I made the best decision ever by making a Duran instagram account at the end of July 2023 called thegirlonfilm, after one of my favorite songs that really started it all for me. “I needed to talk to people about them,” I thought to myself, as none of my local friends really knew about them or liked them, and if they did, it wasn’t on the level that I was on. I started joining Facebook groups and started blacking out on eBay, buying posters, books, cds, magazines, vinyls, funko pops, tour brochures, cassettes, you name it. I wanted to do nothing but listen to them and gush about them, blowing up my Pinterest by saving thousands of pins of them. I then snagged tickets for my middle school best friend and I to see them together in Philadelphia not even two weeks later. My feelings for them were VERY similar to my extreme Beatles hyperfixation in early middle school to mid-high school.

Around early August, my account was slowly taking off, and I began following more and more accounts. I started following an account called 111ngel, which was recommended to me as I already had a few mutuals who were following them. We liked each other’s posts here and there, no big deal, occasionally commenting on each other's posts and edits. In early August they tagged me in an edit they made of Nick & John, dm’ing me saying that “they hoped it was okay that they tagged me because they didn’t have many Duran Duran mutuals.” Of course I was okay with it, I was excited that someone actually tagged me in something, and we eventually struck up a light conversation that turned into us talking to each other everyday for the next 6 months.

Flash forward to now, Kal is the bestest friend I could ever ask for, even though we’ve never met irl and she lives over 15 hours away in a different time zone than me. (I’m on the east coast, she’s in the midwest). She's one of the sweetest, kindest, funniest and most caring people I have ever met, and she never fails to make me laugh until I cry. We have a never-ending list of inside jokes and just stupid stuff that makes us giggle. She was there for me consistently through the worst heartbreak of my life, and has been there for me regardless ever since. We have our “Duran Nights” which consists of us staying up on FaceTime together until 4 AM watching interviews, documentaries and concerts, talking about things going on in the Duran community, going Brittany Broski-level feral over John and Simon, or giggling about crap we find on Pinterest (and me destroying her in word hunt on iMessage games hehe) She’s so comforting to be around, as if we knew each other in a past life. We both agree that we're 100% each other's platonic soulmates, as we clicked almost immediately and have such a deep friendship. I’ve never met someone that I could be so transparent with, and she’s really the only person I can TRULY be myself around without the fear of judgement. She's the Simon to my John, the Lennon to my McCartney, the Moon to my Sun. Very thankful for having her in my life. :) <3

#80s music #duran duran #music #vinyl records #john taylor #simon le bon #roger taylor #andy taylor #nick rhodes #warren cuccurullo #new wave #synth pop #friends #blog #music blog #80s aesthetic #80s movies #1980 #80s #80s nostalgia #eighties #friendship #england #united kingdom #1980s #mtv

[apothe-roses]

Hi, this is a rant about Robert, so if you don’t wanna read about him, you should probably keep scrolling

Tw: discussing transphobia, sexual harrassment

Does anyone else find themselves constantly flip flopping in regards to their opinion on Robert? I’ll admit, he was definitely my favorite member when I rejoined the fandom in 2019. There’s plenty of evidence of it on my page. No point trying to deny it. Hell, I even had a pretty big crush on him.

On one hand, it doesn’t seem like he’s on particularly bad terms with the other Starkid members. Some of them (Mariah, Jon, Matt Dahan, etc) follow him on Instagram. Nick and Jon still live with him. Jon even had rob on a livestream not too long ago. That got me thinking maybe what he did wasn’t so bad. Maybe he and his victim were able to talk things out and are in good terms.

On the other hand, I stumbled across a TikTok account (their @ is pepandchease) who posted several TikToks that paint him in a really bad light. One such video included an Instagram story made by the victim (allegedly, his name was blocked out) that was very….accusatory. We don’t know that it was directed at Robert, but we also don’t know that it wasn’t.

There’s also his issues with the trans/non-binary community. He deleted his twitter, which could be interpreted as him trying to better his mental health or trying to bury his past controversies (maybe both, though if the latter is correct, he clearly doesn’t know about things like the way back machine). I don’t think he’s intentionally transphobic, but I do think he has some internalized shit he needs to deal with. I wanna make it clear that any transphobia—intentional or not—is inexcusable and he deserves to be held accountable for the hurt he’s caused. He has a history of speaking over people he’s supposed to be allied with and doubling down when called out. I remember reading through a thread of him arguing with a fan regarding something he said in a livestream. That interaction made me so uncomfortable. I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like for the person he was arguing with. It seems that he tries to be a good ally but has serious issues taking criticism on his allyship (which is a really bad trait for an “ally”).

Sometimes I wonder if my attraction to him is clouding my judgement. It’s not exactly easy for me to get over crushes, even on people I don’t know.

I don’t want to support a person who doesn’t deserve it. If the victim is still hurt by robert’s actions, I don’t want it to get swept under the rug. If he hasn’t learned from his pact mistakes, I don’t want to give him any more chances to only be let down again. I don’t want to have feelings for a toxic man.

There’s so many unknown variables, it’s turning my stomach in knots. I know I’m not entitled to any information on this matter. The privacy of everyone involved is more important than my desire for answers. Unfortunately, that doesn’t do much to ease my anxiety.

Sorry this was so long. I had a lot to get off my chest. Thanks for taking the time to read this. Remember to hydrate and take some time for self care. You deserve it.

Tl:dr - I feel like I don’t have a clear answer on whether or not Robert is able to be redeemed or not and it’s driving me crazy. Part of me wants to see him grow and become a better person, while another part thinks he’s a lost cause based on his past behavior.

#robert manion #Robert manion mention #starkid #team starkid

[lgwifey]

getting older part two

platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader

platonic!gene gallagher x fem!reader

Summary : In which a nepotism baby finds herself dealing with her first true life issue, letting him go.

Warning : none ?. Gene being a babe.

part one

2022

"Hi, it's y/n/n. Sorry I can't get your call but make sure to leave a voice message or text me. Okay, bye babes."

Y/n layed curled up under the disshevled duvet on the queen sized bed. She listened to he voicemails from last night, tears blocking up her eyes as she stared off into space.

It was mainly Lennon's voice on the messages. Gene had left one to tell her to call or text whenever she got up, Thalia left two before filling up her friend's whatsapp up with voice recordings, very amusing and slurred voice recordings.

She listened to the phone buzz before Lennon's voice appeared again.

A small tear fell out of her right eye and down her face horizonally, onto the plush cushion underneath her head.

Her emotions where stumbled, she didn't know whether right now she angry with him because he was too scared to stand up to his new girlfriend and tell her that they where friends, whether she was upset he threw her off to his little brother 'missus' or whether she should just be acting casually, she refused to be one of those control freak girl-bestfriends that everyone posts about on TikTok and his relationships only last a few months maximum anyways. She'd opted for staying in bed for as long as possible and letting her mood swing like a monkey in a kid's jungle book.

Her sobbing session was interrupted when a fist hit her flat door and Lennon's eighth message ended.

She out a whine, letting her knotted y/h/c hair fall messily over her pillows as she turned over and face-planted into the light green rectangular pillow, a slight marking of last night's smudged makeup printing onto the fabric.

Another knock hit and y/n found herself reluctantly crawling out of bed, opening her bedroom door and shuffling her feet over to the front door, her black silk pyjama bottoms dragging across the floor as she did so.

It took her a second to unlock the door, having to work up the social skill ability to talk to whoever was on the other side.

When she did finally open it, a sympathetic expressioned Gene stood on the other side of the doorway, a bag from her local brunch resteraunt in his hand.

He held the bag up with a awkward smile.

"Late breakfast ?"

Y/n let a lazy smile fall on her lips, moving out of the way to Gene could enter the flat.

The twenty year old shut the door behind him, slipping off his trainers and following the messy haired girl to her open kitchen and dining area.

His eyes lingered on her figure as her hips swayed and the black camisole top she wore  showed off her middrift slightly.

As he dropped the green logoed bag on the counter top, y/n threw a hoddie over her torso. She turned to give Gene a confused look as he gave a gasp, turning and finding him pounting at the fluffy nike hoodie.

"I've been looking for that for three months you minx."

She gave a bashful laugh, pulling up the sleeves to uncover her hands so she could eat one of the layers of the barm Gene had gotten her.

"Sorry, you can have it back ."

"Nah, it's fine. I bought a new one a couple of weeks ago."

They sat for a while in silence, both eating and scrolling through their phones. Y/n raised an eyebrow when she watched an instagram notification pop up on her screen.

@genegallagher has mentioned you in a story

She tapped on the box and the stories appeared from last night and apparently that morning. She clicked through the pictures, one of her slouched in her dress at Lennon's flat before the awards show, a video of her sat with Lennon's arm on her shoulders whilst she chugged a bottle and finally a picture of her munching on her late breakfast with the caption 'finally found my missing hoodie' over her.

"Ew. Gene I look like a total slob."

She turned her phone around to show him the last picture, to which he just gave a small laugh.

"Nah, you look cute."

He scrunched the wrapping from his food up and threw it into the bin in the corner of the kitchen, turning to face y/n again where she was pulling a face at her phone.

"What's up ?"

The older woman raised her eyeline over the mobile, looking Gene in the eye. She gave a pout as she huffed and put her phone face up on the table, showing the younger boy a post.

A post from Lennon's acount.

"Wait. Wait but-"

"But he never posts."

Gene sat, lost for words. His mouth open and closed slightly as he went to speak before pausing and deciding to not share his thoughts which probably wouldn't be helpful to y/n at the moment.

"I- "

"D'you want to talk about it ?"

He clicked the phone off and left it on the table. He swiftly slid onto the chair which was between them, taking a hold of one of her sleeve covered hands and wrapping his other arm around her in a side hug type of manner. Y/n felt herself subconciously fall into Gene, she didn't mean to let her emotions take over her actions but it seemed that she couldn't help it at the moment.

"I don't know what, what to talk about."

A tear fell down her left cheek, falling into the crook of her nose causing her to wipe it away.

"I don't -"

Gene rubbed small circles on her arm as she gave heavy breaths after cutting herself off with a sob.

"It's just-"

"Just breathe y/n/n. You know you can tell me anything."

She gave a nod, holding onto his hand which was holding onto hers.

"Yeah, yeah of course I know that Gene. You're always there for me."

She rested her head on his shoulder, shifting her chair closer to his and closing her eyes as she tryed to think of how to word her thoughts outloud for him to understand.

"I guess, I guess i'm just confused. It's always been me and Lennon. Sure there's Thali and I love her as well don't get me wrong, but nursery, primary, secondary, college, it's always been me and Lennon. Why is she so important now ?"

"I think it's love."

The words slipped out accidentally and Gene knew he'd messed up when y/n's head jolted up. Her eyes became waterlogged again and her lip quivered.

"Love ?"

Her voice broke as she spoke to him, eyelashes damped with tears and nose shining red from her previous crying sessions. Gene's next words where laced with panic and rush.

"But y'know, it's Lennon, it's probably just a fling and he was probably just drunk."

He mouth was too tired from the mentally draining days events to open for the moment, leaving her to respond with a dehearted hum as her eyes dulled and her lip dropped into a nuteral frown. She spoke after a few seconds of silence, pout still prominent on her lips.

"I always though I'd be the one he posted."

She worked up the energy to mumble a small sentence, Gene responding to her with a sad smile.

"I feel bad. I'm making him out to be the bad guy, he's not. Urgh, i'm just being hormonal, forget I said anything."

She rubbed her face with her hands, hiding it in the large hoodie sleeves as she fought with herself over how she was supposed to feel.

"Nonsence, just let it all out, you'll feel better."

She gave him a grateful smile, uncovering her face so he could see it. Using both of her hands, she held his left on inbetween them and leant forward to leave a soft peck on the boy's cheek.

"You really are the best Gene. You're always there for me."

She pulled her phone from the table, unlocking it and pointing it at the younger Gallagher brother.  Before he knew it, Gene had had a picture of his squished face, y/n's painted fingers squishing his cheeks together so he had a squashed fish pout.

She let out a manic laugh at his expression in the photo before quickly tapping on her phone's keyboard and senting the picture to her instagram story.

She sheilded her phone from him the entire time but soon his own lit up with a notification for the app and he could see what he expected to be a monstrosity.

@y/n/ntaylor has mentioned you in a story

He opened the phone and clicked on the cartoon filtered profile picture of Lennon and y/n which was circled, pulling up her singular photoed story.

revenge is sweet @genegallagher xx

He let out a small, crooked smile at the broken laugh that fell from her lips .

He was always there to lend a shoulder to cry on, to take away the misery that Lennon was oblivious to. He was begging that soon she'd realise.

masterlist / part three

#fem!reader #lennon gallagher x fem!reader #lennon gallagher x reader #lennon gallagher #gene gallagher x fem!reader #gene gallagher x reader #gene gallagher #platonic!gene gallagher x reader #platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader #nepo baby #nepotism #taylor!reader

[cable-knit-sweater]

Hi hi hi! Scrolling through Instagram and doesn't this just scream modern day Bucky having a fitness/health lifestyle Instagram?

And we can either have smol bean Steve or Cap!Steve stumble across it and watch it... for science. Then Bucky notices his regular viewer and eventually Steve comments and then they communicate back and forth online for a bit until they run into each other irl and sparks fly ✨

These are some thoughts. I love you even though you don't like deep fried pineapple balls 😘

Hiiii OMGGGG TEJJJJJ 😍😭 that DOES scream modern Bucky with a lifestyle IG, god let me take a moment to imagine him with tattoos and those tight boxers 👀Anyway YES. I love this idea, and I’m thinking so many thoughts. Some ideas under the cut 💖

You know I love shrunkyclunks, and I can just imagine Cap!Steve being on IG, mostly lurking (people assume he doesn’t know how social media/modern technology works, and he likes to keep it that way and play dumb), and one day he comes across this in his recommended posts. At first he kinda thinks it’s ridiculous, to make these kinds of videos, just for attention, and he scrolls down from it pretty quickly.

But then a couple of days later he sees one of his reels again, and well, he’s only human, and he has to admit that this guy, Bucky, is really good looking, shirtless or in tight workout gear, with tattoos all over his arms that definitely do something to him. He ends up going to his profile and watching a bunch of those videos, and turns out, Bucky isn’t just a pretty face and a ridiculous body, he’s also…he’s nice, sweet.

He has a wonderful smile. Gives people advice that’s not at all what he expected, nothing like the gym bro he thought he would be, nothing toxic. Yes, he talks about workouts and nutrition a lot, but he also talks openly about his body image issues, mental health, and sometimes about his cat, Alpine, his sister Becca, or his army buddies.

He can’t help but watch every video, and he feels weird about it, but he can’t help but turn on the notifications for when Bucky posts. It takes a while before he gets the courage to comment on one of Bucky’s posts, and he doesn’t expect a response - Bucky gets 1000s of comments on his posts - much less a DM. Bucky tells him he’s noticed Steve on his account, and that he can’t believe that he has anything to say that could be worth anything to Steve, but if he ever needs advice, Bucky’s always willing to help.

And like you said, they chat that way for a while, getting closer and closer. Even if some of their life experiences are different, he feels like Bucky understands him. Messaging with him like this is nice, but Steve really, really would like to meet Bucky in real life some time. He thinks about what to say, how to ask him without sounding weird, eventually settling on asking Bucky if he wants to join Steve on a run some day, which Bucky eagerly says yes to.

It’s a mistake. Bucky is even better looking in person, and Steve feels out of breath before they’ve even started running. He shows up in shorts and a tight shirt, hair pulled back in a bun, locks of it trying to escape while they run, and it doesn’t take long, going at Steve’s pace, for Bucky to sweat through his shirt enough for it to cling to his body. No one should look this attractive while working out, and Steve can’t stop his brain from trying to imagine what Bucky would look like if they… exerted themselves together in a different way.

Which, they end up doing, after a coffee date, that turns into a dinner date, that turns into…

Having said all that - I also love this idea with Modern Steve, being Bucky’s roommate and best friend and being the guy behind the camera after Bucky complains about how hard it is to film all of this himself. Imagine a flustered, pining Steve, with lots of staring and Bucky doing his very best to get Steve to notice him, completely oblivious to the fact that Steve notices all of him, all the time. Cue idiots in love and miscommunication and eventual confession of feelings…

I should write one of these one day arghhh ~ looks at endless WIP/ideas list and cries~ but thank youuuu for sharing this with me lovely 💖💖💖 even if you don’t have tastebuds you do have taste and I love you 💕💕

#maya answers #stucky fic idea #stucky #stucky au #tej 💕💕💕

[kedreeva]

Okay, after a bit of scrolling through the tags and reading other stories, I found the heartbeat story, among others, and I can safely say that I am both in awe and in fear of whatever strange happenings are going on where you live. It all sort of reminds me of those "Regional Gothic" posts that you sometimes stumble upon while traversing the tags on this site, or happen across a repost somewhere like Instagram or Pinterest. It's very much giving me those sort of vibes, both from the things that are said to be occurring as well as the way you write them. It's all just strange and off-putting in a delightfully eerie way in text format, and I can only imagine what it must be like experiencing things like this firsthand the way you have.

With everything strange and surreal that's been happening over time I'm glad that it seems like the most harm you're ever put in, at least based on the stories I scrolled to, is having to experience the inconvenience of a couple of cursed Wendy's interactions.

It's because I keep going to the cursed Wendy's instead of the nice one.

Honestly, surreal horror is my favorite thing to write, so I'm not really bothered by my personal experiences with weird things. It's like living in that john mulaney gif of "this may as well happen."

#asks #sometimes you just accept that weird shit is gonna happen #and keep happening #and your friends are going to ask you why #and you're not going to have an answer #maybe weird stuff is always happening to everyone you'll say #and you just notice it more!! #and they will tell you no absolutely not #also I think weird stuff tends to happen more #when you approach life with the mindset of 'I've got a bad idea!' #and no one stops you because it's fun

[of-his-dragoon-ways]

Ah, seeing your response makes me so happy💖. I’m so glad you had such a positive response to it~.

You all are absolutely fascinating. I’m so enamored by your presence; I’m Very Happy I’ve stumbled across your blog. I could scroll through it and read it for hours everyday. I think the way you show your affection is what I love the most. I admire your devotion. I’d kill for a lover like you. The way you show your love and affection is so attractive; Would it be a bit selfish if I said I wanted that to myself? Would it be selfish and weird if I said I’ve thought of you while doing… (what I guess would be called) unsavory things? Also, this question is a bit unrelated (but also kind of related), but would you mind if I called you all my darling? I’m feeling a sort of attraction coming on; you get me excited and give me butterflies~ I want to give you All my attention and I want All of yours💖. By the way, how have you all been doing my darlings? Have you been taking care of yourselves? I have also looked at your cosplay Instagram; The photo you have of yourselves I find really cute. I don’t know if that’s a term you all would be ok with being called, but you do look very handsome ♡

-✨

I'm so glad you feel that way about us, it truly brings inner peace among the headspace. We're glad you admire our devotion, it's actually..... A reason why our exes left us.. Even though being devoted to your partner is a way of showing trust and loyalty. And not at all, I would love someone who wants me and me only, and for them to be my beloved... To protect them with all my life and to travel with. Perhaps we could even be detectives together. I'm so glad you like my cosplays, that means so much to me considering all the bullying we faced for our neurological skin disorder. It really does mean a lot to us that you take the time an effort to tell us how you feel, we really do.

~ Krohnen

#submission

[idy-ll-ique]

Paparazzi.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: TOO META, m*sturbation, mentions of s*x

Requested: nope

Summary: I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me... Y/N Y/L/N writes Marvel fanfictions. One day, Sebastian stumbles upon her account and, unable to help himself, reads all the stuff she has written about him. He didn't mean to fall so hard for her but he does. How can he not? She has shown him parts of himself that he never even knew existed.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay so a few weeks ago I read a similar (but dark) fanfic and I really wanted to write a softer version of it... Enjoy!

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Same old, boring routine.

Y/N hit post and slumped against the headrest of her bed, sighing. She waited; a minute, then two passed and she noticed that someone had liked her post. She smiled to herself as she kept her phone away. Though boring, she wouldn't trade her life for the world. Y/N… well, she was a university student first and foremost but she was also a writer.

Being a big fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she had started writing fanfictions a few years ago. She posted them on Tumblr, where her blog, though not very well-known, stood out enough for her posts to get around 800-1000 likes per post. She loved it; she loved writing, she loved posting her stories and especially, she loved the feedback.

Sometimes people were rude, but most times, the reviews she got were fantastic. She read each and every one of them, smiling goofily as people freaked out over her fanfictions. It warmed her heart. A smile automatically blooming on her face, Y/N lay down on the bed and decided to go to sleep, it being almost 3 am.

Unbeknownst to her, someone else was up at the same time, tossing and turning in his bed, restless.

Sebastian sighed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. He drank some water and lay down again, closing his eyes but it was like sleep was mad at him. Refused to be anywhere near him. He groaned to himself and picked up his phone from the nightstand, deciding to go through Instagram, hoping he'd finally fall asleep to the glare of the screen.

As he logged into his account, he skipped the activity page and went straight to the explore page. Bored, he continued scrolling until his eyes landed on a specific photo. And the breath escaped his lungs when he clicked on it; the woman in the picture was absolutely gorgeous. He just couldn't resist going to her page, smiling widely when he read her bio.

It gave him her basic information; her name, her age, the university she attended. But what caught his eye was the link below the bio. My Marvel Fanfictions Master List. Marvel fanfictions? She was a writer? Smirking, he clicked on the link and it took him to Tumblr. Of course, he'd heard of the site, but didn't have an account on there. At 3 am, his mind sure wasn't working right.

A post popped up on the screen, the same master list she had mentioned earlier. And his eyes bulged out of their sockets; damn, those are a lot of fanfictions. He went through the whole thing, smirking again when he noticed that she had written the most fanfictions about him. Not Bucky Barnes, no, Sebastian Stan.

He clicked on the first one. The date of posting was way back, in 2019. He started reading; nothing about it felt weird to him; he was intrigued, if anything. And as he continued reading, he couldn't help but imagine her being in the stead of the female protagonist. Her, the writer. The woman whose picture had made him end up reading in the first place.

When he finished the story, his heart thudded wildly in his chest. Wow, she really has a way with words. And he had also noticed how in the author's note, she used a lot of slang but reading the story had made him realize that she had an amazing, extensive vocabulary. He went back to the master list and clicked on the latest post under his name.

Posted: 15 minutes ago.

His breath hitched in his throat when he read the warnings: there was going to be sexual intercourse in this one. For one moment, he hesitated; did he really want to read this? "Oh fuck it," he huffed and scrolled, starting to read. The more he read, the more his shaft twitched in his pants. He wasn't really like that during… but oh damn, he wasn't complaining.

"Oh, Seb…"

His hand slid down and he rubbed himself through his boxers, unable to take his eyes off the text in front of him. His strokes got harder and faster as the sex got steamier. "Ungh, I'm gonna cum—" And he suddenly came in his boxers, groaning. Slumping down on the bed, he quickly finished reading the rest of it, going back to the master list.

He took a screenshot with the account's name in it and then went back to her Instagram account to take another screenshot. Keeping his phone away, he slipped out of his boxers, cleaned himself and pulled the covers on top of him, finally feeling tired enough to fall asleep.

---

Y/N was walking across the campus of her university, going to the cafeteria when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Taking it out, she opened Tumblr to read the message someone had sent her just then.

his-username: Hi there! I was binging your account last night, you write really well

your-username: Omg thank you!!!! I really appreciate it, I love getting feedback! 🥺❤

his-username: You're welcome! Especially your latest post, that was really good ;)

your-username: hehe 😈 glad you liked it!

Smiling widely, she kept her phone away and continued walking, not knowing that the person who had texted her was the same man she had written about. Sebastian smiled to himself when he read her text. After getting up in the morning, the first thing he had done was install Tumblr on his phone. Then he made an account for himself.

Figuring out the app was easy; he found out that there was an option to keep your liked posts and the accounts you followed hidden, and selected it immediately. No one needed to know what he did on the app. Then he went back to her account, pressed the follow button and started binge-reading her fanfictions again. Last night had he read only two, and that had left him wanting more.

Funny how much things can change in a night. He liked and reblogged all her posts without a second thought; he even read all her Bucky Barnes posts. She understood his character so well, put him on what he thought was an undeserved pedestal while writing about him. Some of the stories were AUs, which he found out stood for Alternate Universes. Mostly mobster or mafia stuff.

He had the day off, and he spent the entire time cooped up in his apartment, on his bed, reading. The more he read, the more he started fawning over her, over the version of him that she put out to the world. Dominating, suave and just perfect. He loved it. At the end of the day, he decided to text her again, hoping she wouldn't think he was weird or find out the truth.

his-username: do you wanna be friends, maybe? I'm new to the app, don't really have any friends here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That was a lie, he knew Mark Ruffalo had an active Tumblr account. But it's not like he could tell him.

your-username: Yes sure!!!! I was also thinking of making some friends on this app lol

his-username: You don't have any on here? But you've been here for years, haven't you?

your-username: haha yeah, but I don't really reach out to people much. Sometimes people leave their feedbacks on my posts, text me but that's that

his-username: Ohhh

his-username: well, let's start with names. Mine's Sebastian

your-username: Really?????? omg that's so cool lmaooooooo (didn't think you were a boy but 😳👀)

his-username: Not a boy, I'm a man 😤😂

your-username: 🤣 im y/n, btw

his-username: Y/N, that's a nice name

your-username: thank you!!!! So, what do you do?

his-username: nothing really that interesting, I'm in theatre

your-username: theatre is nice! I'm studying at [university] in New York lmao

his-username: Wait you're in New York? So am I!

your-username: ASDFHKSHKGF that's awesome!!! also I noticed that you've been going through my account the whole day 😏 notifications upon notifications keeping my phone busy

his-username: Oopsie?

your-username: 😂😂 I really don't mind, it was great! Despite the amount of likes on my posts, I only have a few loyal followers lmao gaining one more felt nice

your-username: You a big fan of Sebastian Stan? Cuz I noticed that you were only reading his and Bucky's fics 👀

Sebastian's face heated up.

his-username: kinda yeah 🤷🏻‍♂️😁

your-username: Cool cool cool, I'm a big fan of his too!!!! also got a crush on him but whatever 😳

Sebastian smirked at his phone. A crush on him, huh? That… was acceptable. He suddenly felt his cocky side coming out; the one she described in nearly all her fanfictions.

his-username: wouldn't blame ya, I mean, look at him. You have also written the most fics about him and Bucky

your-username: right????? damn that man has raised my standards. Anyway, I gtg now, I have to finish a paper before midnight. ttyl!

his-username: Bye! 👋🏻

He kept his phone away and took in a deep breath. This was the most fun he had had in years, and he was not letting her go so easy. He realized he was quickly falling for her; rather unhealthy, but he couldn't help it. Look at her. She looks like a goddamn angel, writes like one, makes him feel like one, do you really expect him not to fall for her? That's insane.

---

Months passed by like a breeze. Y/N and Sebastian had become very good friends, and he knew his way around words just enough to keep her from finding out his identity while not lying to her. Y/N also appreciated his friendship, because he was the one to whom she could rant about her most favorite man in the world— Sebastian Stan.

Sometimes, she thought about how weird of a coincidence it was that her new friend and the actor shared the same names, but then she used to brush it off; that was a common name, right? They talked for hours on end; Sebastian (her friend, not the actor) was extremely witty, smart and fun to talk to, she had to admit. Sebastian felt the same way.

His feelings had worsened. Y/N entirely owned his heart now. Somedays, he'd just go on Instagram, go to her account— her username memorized by him— and stare at her photos until he grew tired; he'd never get tired of looking at her beautiful face but his stiff body afterwards begged to differ. She was just so Elysian. He longed for the moment when he could meet her in real life.

His personality had also changed majorly, and people had caught on. Especially his Marvel co-stars, who knew him to be introverted, shy and, in Anthony Mackie's words, "boring". They were surprised at his sudden change in attitude; he knew his worth and Y/N had helped tremendously in finding it. Now, all those adjectives that she used in her fanfictions fit him perfectly.

Sebastian was never tempted to read fanfictions about himself from authors other than Y/N. No, he only loved her work. He was sure no one else could write as beautifully as she did, he was her #1 fan. Y/N even sent him funny Marvel memes she found on the app and he used to enjoy them heartily; God, the others have no idea what they're missing out on. Our fans are awesome.

Everything was going well.

Until one day.

Sebastian was getting bored at home, so he decided to go to the nearby library to clear his mind. He had read not one book in the past few months, hung up on Y/N's fanfictions. At this point, he was obsessed with her and he knew it. It was nothing dark, per se, it was— it was similar to how Y/N was attracted to Sebastian. How she was a fan of his work.

Just the same. He was a fan of her work in the same way. Just how she was attracted to him, he was attracted to her. Walking into the library that he visited often, he gave the librarian a smile and ventured further into the dark place. He checked his watch; the library closed at 12 am, it was currently 9:30 pm.

Not many people were around, heck, nobody was around. He thought himself to be all alone until he heard it. A sigh, coming from a few aisles away. He walked in that direction and peeked around the corner, freezing when he saw the other person. Y/N? Her books were strewn all across the table as she sat alone at the booth, rubbing her temples.

"You okay?"

She looked up and her breath caught in her throat. I'm dreaming. This is not real. Now I know for a fact that Sebastian Stan is not standing in front of me, asking me if I'm— "Hello?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, pulling her out of her thoughts. "I, uh— I'm— h-hi," she stammered and he almost chuckled. "Hi." She gulped visibly and blinked at the table, not meeting his eyes.

"Can I have a seat?" He wants to sit with me?! "Y-Yes, sure, sir," she blurted out and he easily slid into the booth next to her. "Hey, please, call me Sebastian. What's your name?" He gave her a friendly smile, even though all he wanted to do was push her back into the booth and kiss her wildly. His shaft twitched just by thinking about it; Y/N was a thousand times more beautiful in person.

"I'm Y/N, it's very nice to meet you, I'm… I'm a fan," she admitted, playing with the ring she wore on her left thumb. I'm your fan too, sweetheart, the biggest one. "Y/N, nice name. You come here often? I haven't really seen you around." She shook her head. "Oh no no, I moved to this part of the city just a week ago, this is my first time here. The library is cozy," she shrugged, easing out of her tense position.

Sebastian nodded. "Yes, I know, this place is awesome. Got all my favorite books here," he chuckled and she smiled at him. "What's all this?" A groan left her lips. "Ugh, stupid university work. I have to write a book report but I don't even know what to write about." He smiled gently. "Well, I have a few favorite books, would you like some suggestions?"

"Oh, please! Tell me!"

He started listing some of his favorite works and Y/N noted the names down until he said the last name. At that, she froze. That's the name of my latest— She looked up but he had a smile on his face. "Oh, and the last one is by my favorite author." He took a pause. "Y/N Y/L/N." She froze completely, staring at the man with her jaw dropped.

Sebastian grinned. "We finally meet, Y/N, I've been waiting for months." Her mouth opened and closed several times as she recalled every interaction she had had with her online best friend— scratch that— her celebrity crush. All the times she had confessed her love for Sebastian Stan, all the dirty and inappropriate memes that she'd sent him…

Embarrassment flooded her entire body as she exhaled shakily. "It was you," she croaked out, "On Tumblr, the account— I'm so sorry—" Sebastian frowned in confusion when she blinked back sudden tears, a few still rolling down her cheeks as shame replaced embarrassment. "Y/N, please don't cry…" She looked up at him, his figure blurry due to her tears.

"You've read everything, haven't you? I just— I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable—" He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Y/N couldn't hug back, though she appreciated the hug especially since it came from him. "You don't know how much you mean to me, doll," he mumbled into her shoulder, using the nickname she often used in the stories she wrote about him. He grew accustomed to it easily.

"Huh?"

He pulled away to wipe her tears. "It was an accident," he admitted, "But I stumbled onto your Instagram account from my explore page. Then I clicked on your account, saw that you wrote Marvel fanfictions and I just couldn't resist the urge to read what you had written. Blame it on 3 am me, to be honest. You're a great writer, and I was immediately drawn to your works. They're awesome.

"They've helped me so much in the past few months. You see this changed attitude that everyone's been talking about lately? All because of you, sweetheart. I'm sorry for keeping my identity secret, but after reading your works, I knew I had to get closer to you. I made the Tumblr account just for you, just so I could talk to you. I'm sorry for lying, but thank you."

Y/N dumbfoundedly stared at him for a few moments, her heart beat getting steady with each thump. Here was a man she admired, loved more than anyone else in the world, telling her that he harbored the same feelings for her. How crazy was that?! Not trusting her words, she simply pulled him into another hug. Sebastian wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her flush against him.

"Can I kiss you, doll?"

She slowly pulled away from him and nodded, shyly biting her lip. Grinning at the endearing gesture, Sebastian cupped her face and leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. The kiss grew hungry in a matter of seconds, and Y/N responded just as eagerly. His hands slid down to her waist and tugged on it, pulling her on his lap. She straddled his thighs as they continued kissing.

"Fuck," he groaned when they finally pulled away from each other, out of breath and panting. "You see what you do to me, doll?" Sebastian spoke huskily as he took her hand, placing it right on top of the tent that was forming in his pants. "Oh," Y/N whimpered when she felt him, the sound going straight to his shaft. "How about I take you home and we recreate some of the scenes from your stories, hm?"

"O-Okay."

"Good girl."

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A/N: What a meta experience 🤡 Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

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more modern au levi x reader!! is it okay where reader makes petra jealous???

Just a reminder: WE DO NOT CONDONE PETRA SLANDER IN THIS HOUSE!!!

with that said, I will write this heavily focused on Petra to make it a lil angsty, hope you enjoy!

Summary: Petra watches her ex fall for another

Word Count: 1.7K

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It had been two long years since Petra and Levi ended things. It wasn’t messy but it was painful, she had seen it coming from a mile away. He had grown just as distant as he had been when they first met. Staying late at work, texting her dryly, and using terrible excuses. Although she had known it was coming, she still was a wreck when he actually ended things. She spent the months following the break up drinking wine and crashing at Oluo’s place regularly. After two years she was finally feeling better, dare she say, ready to get back into the dating scene? Or at least that’s what she thought, she was scrolling through her instagram feed when she stumbled across Hange’s page. It was someone’s birthday, someone she wasn’t familiar with. 

A woman with bight eyes and an even brighter smile was in the center of the group photo. On her right was Levi, who had an arm thrown casually over her shoulder, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. Petra pinched the screen to zoom into Levi’s side, where she saw a feminine hand on his waist. She stared stupidly at the image. She shouldn’t feel jealous, she had no right. It had been two long years since the break up. But the picture only dredged up old memories of times when she would hold Levi that same way. When that smile was directed to her. She then turned her attention to the caption, which read: 

Happy Birthday (Y/n)! 24 never looked so good!

She then scrolled through the comments, many of them consisted of birthday wishes and support. She lost interest when she didn’t see Levi’s username and instead went back to the collection of photos, three of them in all. The group one that she assumed had just been taken, the second one was a picture of Hange and you on the beach, Petra felt a involuntary wave of self consciousness wash over her at the site of you in a swim suite. The final picture was the one that hurt the most though, it seemed to be a very old picture of you, maybe from your early years in college? You were sitting on a couch with younger versions of Hange, Erwin, Levi, and Moblit. Levi’s arm was casually thrown over your shoulders. Why had he never mentioned you before? Were you the reason that they broke up? No Levi had assured her that it wasn’t like that, said he wasn’t seeing anyone else. She tried to stop herself from going down that rabbit hole, but she couldn’t seem to. Before she really knew what she was doing, she had clicked on your profile which she was almost disappointed to find as public. This meant that there was nothing stopping her from judging every perfect image that was posted, and to her pleasant surprise, there was only one photo of you and Levi. The photo was posted the week prior, the two of you were hiking in the mountains, the dusty trial behind you. Your face was flushed from the exertion of the climb, Levi seemed cool as a cucumber, his face blank and void of emotion. She scrolled through the post and found a video, the sound of your shoes crunching and Levi talking behind you were clear as day. 

“I mean come on, who uses fucking Lipton? Have some god damn class.” Levi spat, as you snorted in amusement. Petra found herself chuckling along with you at Levi’s little rant. She felt a rogue tear slide down her cheek when you showed the phone to Levi, who’s face fell from being mildly animated to apathetic once more. You cackled as he swiped the phone and the video ended abruptly. It was so innocent, it was clear from the rest of your page that you were a private person, much like Levi. With little indication that you were dating him, it left her wanting to know more. More about the girl that had taken her place, had managed to worm her way into Levi’s heart of stone and make herself comfortable. As soon as these thoughts crowded into her head, she deleted instagram all together and powered her phone down, determined to wipe her memory of the images she had seen. 

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The music was a nice distraction from the awkwardness that hung in the air. You had arrived uncharacteristically early to Hange’s party, and consequently meeting a whole group of people that you had never met before. The new people were about your age, three young men and one stunning young woman. It was early fall and Hange’s annual bonfire bash as you all had dubbed the event. Basically you lit a massive fire, when you were younger it was your past assignments from your pervious school year, then it became just regular old wood. You tapped your finger against the cool beer bottle as you leaned up against the counter, the men were laughing obnoxiously as they dropped the alcohol that they’d brought into one of the many coolers. The woman was looking at you almost nervously, she seemed extremely on edge, shifting her weight back and forth, eyes wandering around the room in a jittery manner. You frowned, wondering what was bothering her, but ultimately deciding that it was not really your business. Erwin shimmied behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he slide past you into the kitchen. You caught his arm, clinging to his familiar presence. 

“Erwin.” you hissed as he stooped to reach your level. 

“Who are these people?” you asked as you held his bicep firmly in your grasp. He pulled away and looked at you with a confused expression. 

“You mean Levi didn’t tell you?” He said slowly, clearly he was unsure if it was his place to speak on the relationship between Levi and these people. 

“No....” You said carefully, not wanting to make Erwin uncomfortable. 

“Oh well they used to work in the same department before Levi switched.” He said, he looked over to the men and motioned for them to come over, they ambled over with curious expressions. 

“What’s up Erwin?” the dark haired man asked as he looked between the two of you. 

“Just thought I’d ought to introduce you to (Y/n) here, she’s an old friend of ours from high school.” Erwin explained, his hand still comfortingly placed on your mid back. You waved shyly and smiled at all of them, including the girl. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” The blonde with a ponytail said, outstretching his hand to shake yours. 

“I’m Eld, this is Gunther, Oluo, and that fine young lady over there is Petra.” He said, pointing at all of them respectively. 

“It’s so nice to meet you guys!” you said sweetly as you struck up a conversation with Oluo about what they thought about the department that they worked in. It didn’t go unnoticed that Petra remained nearly silent, her amber eyes wide and a bit fearful. When the interns arrived, the men were quick to go help them carry in the alcohol that they brought, leaving you and Petra alone in the kitchen. You cocked your head at her as you poured some pretzels into a large bowl. The warm glow of the setting sun cast a halo over her head and you couldn’t help but voice your admiration for her. 

“You’re really pretty.” you gushed as she blushed at your words and turned to look at you with wide eyes. 

“So are you...” She returned the compliment and you smiled, feeling more at ease now that the two of you were alone. 

“So how long have you known Hange?” You asked conversationally as you crumpled up the bag and tossed it into the trash. 

“Hm let’s see...about four years now?” She responded with a bit of a wistful tone. 

“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t met sooner!” you chuckled as the two of you opened a bottle of wine and poured it into two large glasses. The two of you strolled out into the bark yard, where Hange and Moblit were chucking large pallets of wood onto the fire pit. You and Petra sat down in two lawn chairs watching as Hange and Moblit bickered over if it was safe enough to light the fire with gasoline. 

“I am too, you seem....like a really nice girl.” Petra said a bit downcast as she looked deeply into her wine. 

“So do you! We should grab breakfast ooo or maybe even brunch sometime!” You said excitedly and Petra sat there in awe, wondering if there was even a mean bone in your body. Or if you had any clue that she had dated Levi. 

“Yeah...this is kind of random but...are you dating Levi?” She blurted out, her face turning to look at you with a flushed expression. You nodded nonchalantly and took another sip of your wine. 

“Yeah we just started dating about a year ago.” You said with a shrug, Petra inhaled, readying herself for the next words that would either make or break the future relationship between the two of you. 

“Did...you know we dated?” she said, cringing when the words left her mouth. She sounded crazy and she knew it, but she felt obligated to clear the air between you before it got bad. 

“Hm I think he mentioned it once or twice, and Hange told me about you when you first started dating.” You said looking up thoughtfully, your tone held no malice or any sign of ill will. 

“You’re not...” 

“Insecure? Nah, and don’t take that like I’m being cocky! I just mean that...” 

“No, no let’s just not do this. I’m sorry for bringing it up. God I’m such a bitch.” Petra went to stand and you followed her, catching her wrist. 

“It’s alright really, I don’t care about what happened between you and Levi. It’s frankly none of my business, I just...wanna be friends with you.” you smiled at her sheepishly as she looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Oh” She managed to say dumbly. 

“That is if you want to be friends.” You said, letting go of her hand and giving her some space. 

“Yeah...I think that I’d like that very much.” Petra said with a bright smile. 

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In honor of Women’s History month, I couldn’t bare to write something that was a stereotypical jealous ex, so I did the next best thing and wrote this more geared towards the reader and Petra bringing each other up instead of tearing one another down. As someone who was apart of the fandom back in like 2014 I am way too familiar with writers turning Petra into a psycho bitch, and I don’t like that. SO I hope that this is good enough to fit the prompt! 

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