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"nooo! she's taken!" ☆ enha maknaes
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☆ non-idol! bf! enhypen maknaes x celebrity! fem! reader ☆ summary: you are a very well-loved celebrity, and your relationship is finally revealed to the public. ☆ genre: fluff, another poor attempt at humor, it's very silly ☆ warning(s)? none! lmk if you'd like to see this w the hyungs! hyung ver.
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sunoo ☆
so youre a famous actress
you have your official instagram account
and then your personal one, that you only allow family and personal friends to follow
sunoo, your bf, also has an account on instagram
since most of you friends and family know him, it's not uncommon for him to take your phone and post on your personal account
one of those "hai guys i stole her phone 🤭"
all in good fun
so one night, you and sunoo and cuddling
it was one of those vibey nights
the lights were dim, candles lighting up the room with their orangey hue, light music playing in the background
laying on you and sunoo's shared bed, his face buried into the crook of his neck while you run your fingers through his hair
its honestly so soft and warm and comfy :]
the two of you aren't really talking to each other, just basking in each other's presence
and eventually you begin to doze off
at first sunoo was like "baaaaabee!! why did you stop touching my hair"
but then he realized you were asleep
so after givng your cheek a soft peck, and tucking you into the soft blankets
sunoo physically goes >:]
he takes your phone and decides that he's going to spam your personal account
because tbh he does this a lot and it's funny for everyone involved
sunoo takes very silly pictures of you and him
pictures of you sleeping, ones at very silly angles (ik he takes the most FOUL 0.5s)
on your story he posts them with also very ridiculous captions
theres one of you sleeping with the caption "mimimumuimuiu"
another fisheye lens one of sunoo with the caption "hai i stole [name]'s phone 😈"
but he also posts some sweet ones
like one where you're dozing off in his arms w the caption "she's so cute"
sunoo gets mushy at some point
like his captions go from funny to "im so happy that i get to call myself [name]'s boyfriend, i feel so lucky to be with such a beautiful and talented woman"
that's great!
really!
that's wonderful!
but.
there's just one problem
one
teeeeeeensy
weeeeeeeeeensy
problem
he was using the wrong account.
he was posting all this on your official, business, 7.8 million follower, instagram account.
and not your personal account.
!!!!!
😱😱😱
he doesn't notice until 20 minutes later his phone blows up with articles and text messages
and when he notices
sunoos like OH SHIT
he shakes you awake
and poor boy is so apologetic :(
"baby i'm so sorry i didn't mean to out our relationship like that i should have been more careful-"
but when he explains it to you
you kinda just laugh
and go back to sleep
HELP
sunoo deletes the stories but people already screenshotted them
yeah... so this blows up
i feel like they would become memes
like the ones of you sleeping become reaction memes or even worse part of those tiktok meme slides LMAOAOAO
a lot of people think it's adorable
and you do too
but sunoo is so embarrassed
poor boy
he was writing out entire think pieces on your instagram story oml
OH MY GOD I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING TERRIBLE
there's definitely articles that come out about this
and yk how on articles theres a title page with images
one of the images is of you ofc
all these news outlets use your super professional HD MODEL pictures of you
like ones where youre a goddamn SMOKE SHOW, the "who is she?" ones, the ZOOWEE MAMA ones...
and then they use one of the foul images that sunoo takes of himself that are like 3 pixels
like the 0.5 lens ones 😭
nevertheless, there is a happy ending
everyone thinks its so sweet
including you
and when people bring it up on interviews you're able to just laugh about it
<3
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jungwon ☆
we joke abt jay and sunghoon and sunoo having mad side eyes
but i think we forget the FATHER of INSANE SIDE EYES
YANG JUNGWON HIMSELF
you're a singer/artist
and you just released a new EP!
on tiktok, you're making promotional videos to promote your new songs
looking like a cutie, popping off, as you always do!
anyways in many of them
you're in front of a glass door
or a mirror
so as youre being an absolute cutie promoting your song, in the background in the reflection you can see jungwon making faces
NOT BECAUSE HE'S MAKING FACES AT YOU
but bc sometimes there's ppl walking by and being judgy
jungwon is giving them mad stink eyes and it's caught in the reflection of your videos
i don't think a lot of ppl notice it until someone points it out
and when they do
theyre like
WHO TF IS THAT 😭
ppl are making tiktoks simply zooming into his face LMAOAOAO
and then a few days later
the paparazzi released pictures of you walking with jungwon, holding hands and on a date
and when ppl see it
theyre like
hmm...
that guy looks a lot like the guy in the reflection...
and then the dots connect
like sunoo, i think jungwon is embarrassed
everytime someone brings it up jungwon hides his face in your neck
and he wears that cute little bashful grin
but honestly it's cute
so just hug him and kiss his lil cheeks and he'll be okay
it kinda becomes viral on tiktok
so you make a few video stitches about it
you stitched the og video that pointed out jungwon's face in the background
your stitch was just a video of jungwon being embarrassed and freaking out
like bro was on the floor, hands in his hair
jungwon was in the trenches sorry 😭
there's another stitch where jungwon explains himself
he's dressed in a suit and tie and speaking so formally like he was making an apology video or something
"i would like to address a recent clip of me making inappropriate facial expressions-"
"babe you don't need to be so formal, it's a tiktok"
"you shant say that, i must do this for this is my will"
BRO WAS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE ☠️☠️☠️
#freejungwon
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riki ☆
youre an actress that's very popular
except some ppl hate you bc they think hating popular people makes them interesting *eye roll*
safe to say.... riki is your NUMBER ONE DEFENDER
like he is the ring leader to all of those [name] stan twt group chats
he's the one leading those discord raids on your hate groups OH MY GOD 😭
he has multiple accounts and he fights every person that dares tarnish your name
twitter is his battlefield and the keyboard is his sword
anyways one day riki is so deep into an internet fight that he GETS DOXXED 😭😭
like it wasn't even graceful
i think he'd make fun of one of your haters
and the hater goes "wanna see something funny? :)"
and BOOM
ADDRESS
IP ADDRESS
FULL NAME
PERSONAL EMAIL
PHONE NUMBER
dont actually dox people guys its not funny
when riki gets doxxed they get his full name right
and the hater, his assailent, and their little posse start searching his name on social media to further dox him
and BOOM #2
THEY FIND HIS INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT
now riki isn't stupid
so his ig acc is private
however.....
the profile picture of his acc is a selfie of you and him kissing
they also did research on him and found out that you and him went to the same high school...
in fact they found miscellaneous pictures posted online of you and him a few years back... holding hands n shit....
OH
SHIT
this goes viral over night
like
its so bad that even news headlines are covering it
"TWITTER USER @[NAME]LUVER1209, HOT ACTRESS [NAME]'S MOST NOTORIOUS INTERNET DEFENDER, IS REVEALED TO BE HER BOYFRIEND 😱😱😱"
i feel like the public's reaction to this would be really light-hearted
like i think mst ppl would be cheering riki on
"he's so real"
"oh my god i think i was mutuals with @[name]luver1209"
"this is what true love looks like"
you have super loyal fans and riki's mutuals so they support you too
except i do think theyd be in shambles, but in good fun
"i just found out [name] has a bf im going to flush myself down a toilet"
"i can't believe she chose @[name]luver1209 when his fancams are so shit... THAT SHOULD BE ME!!!'
"i've been here waiting in line for three years and this random @[name]luver1209 swoops in and takes my woman..."
riki's stan account gains a lot of followers
and so with your permission
he posts a selfie of you and him
probably with a cheeky caption like "KISS MY ASS!!!!"
i feel like people go back and watch old talk show interviews and stuff
and if you zoom in
you'll see riki in the front rows cheering the loudest 😭
bro is everywhere
in the future there's def a moment where like
you're at a live talk show
and the host asks you about the fiasco
and you can literally just point to him in the audience like
"yeah my boyfriend's right there-- hi baby!"
and riki from the audience, behind his phone that he's using to record you like its a fancam, is like "hi baby!" back
i dont think the media even calls him riki, he's stuck as @[name]luver1209 forever
not that he minds
😭😭😭
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thisismeracing · 25 days
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paper-mario-wiki · 5 months
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and also if ssniperwolf doxxing is such a Bad Thing. Why hasnt there been a police report about it? Jacksfilms is a white man who owns a house, its not like the police arent gonna believe him.
but i guess its easier to just shit on women the moment they do something bad. 🤷‍♀️
got this and one other ask from this person, and im definitely not posting all that shit.
im a pretty firm believer in the "just let girls live" philosophy, but nah sssniperwolf is a bad person who is actively causing harm. sssniperwolf is SIGNIFICANTLY larger than jacksfilms, each of her daily uploads getting millions of views. YouTube constantly promotes her channel on twitter because she makes them a shitton of money, and her content is made ENTIRELY of stolen videos. She sometimes doesn't react, she just steals content. She refuses to even give a single piece of credit. It's not that she's a reaction channel, it's that she is unethical and getting rich anyway.
And Jacksfilms FAMOUSLY has been ripping on reaction channels since the fucking RayWilliamJohnson days. This is like, one of his things. He is part of OLD YouTube, and is a huge proponent of defending the rights of small creators and encouraging original content. The channel he has about this, jjjacksfilms, credits every creator they can find that she doesnt, and also gets in touch with some of the creators, all of which have reported never being contacted before her stealing their videos.
Sssniperwolf, despite being a woman, is fallible. Don't come into my askbox defending her from this, frankly, extremely manageable backlash she is getting. It started with asking her to simply look at the names of the people whose videos she was stealing and putting them in her video. Crediting them. And she has not only been aware of this the entire time, but she's been actively and publicly mocking Jack. It is getting out of hand because she STILL refuses to do this extremely simple, reasonable thing. Something that, one might even say, she is obligated to do.
Also, doxxing is a bad thing even if it isn't illegal (which it is). It's a threat. Showing someones home online is a deliberate tactic to make someone feel as though they are vulnerable and powerless. What about that is not a Bad Thing? Dunce.
I'm sorry to tell you this anon. But women are capable of being bad people too.
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𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑑.
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PAIRING: carl gallagher x gn!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: lull by vraell [guitar version] WORD COUNT: 538 REQUESTED: yes
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leaning back in your chair, rubbing your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon you sat in front of your computer screen staring at the unfinished work.
a tired sigh leaving your lips as you swiped the piece of hair that didn't quite make it into the rushed ponytail that you created earlier.
starting to bite the skin around your nails as you watched the cursor blink, almost mimicking you. writing for hours hadn't gotten you anywhere, still having to do two other assignments too, fear started creeping up on you.
it had been the same fear that you had felt countless times before, the fear of failure. despite all of your hard work and preparation, you just couldn't escape the nagging feeling that you'd not be good enough.
maybe it’s because you're afraid of what your parents will think of you or maybe it’s simply because you are terrified of not living up to your own expectations. whatever the reason was, the fear was very real.
tears welled up in your eyes as the panic set in, well that was all until a knock was heard from your bedroom window. looking over confused made eye contact with a very excited carl holding up a bag of what looked like groceries?
letting out a faint chuckle as you stood up from your bed, opening the window and actually being face to face with him felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.
"let me in i got the good shit," he grinned at you as he shook the plastic bag.
squeezing your eyes shut tightly, trying to stop the tears from flowing overwhelmed by the kind gesture. shoulders shaking as you slumped in on yourself.
carls smile dropped, throwing the bag on your bed behind you before jumping over your window. carefully pulling you into his arms as you cried into his shoulder. your tears wetting the material but he couldn't careless and neither could you.
"it's okay, im here. you're alright," one of his hands tangled in your hair and one on your lower back, tugging you closer to him.
that's how you stood for a good five minutes, carl giving you time and comfort. this was all that you needed over these past two weeks instead of stressing yourself out over pointless things.
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the two of you now moved over to your bed binging on the sweet treats that he'd brought over, some christmas movie that you'd both seen a million times together playing in the background as you joked with each other.
explaining to him how everything just got to be too much.
"i mean i can't say too much since i've not got the best track record of doing my own school work nevermind worrying about it," that made you laugh, looking down and picking at the fuzzy material of your socks.
"but you've got a good head on your shoulders, almost perfect grades and you still make time for the people 'round you? dude i'd say you're living the life right now. a bit of a boring life but ya know!"
narrowing your eyes at him, playfully pinching his side making him yelp and jump away from you pouting.
"rude."
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alicechugstea · 1 month
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sidney crosby imagine || childhood friends to lovers (pt. 1 of ?)
from anon: Multi chaptered, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn, mutual pining and both sides think they’re slick but EVERYONE can see it from a mile away sort of story. The team is placing bets on when they’re finally gonna be together.
pairing: sidney x fem!reader notes: blurb style because i unfortunately do not have time to make this a full thing atm....it will roughly follow sid's career/life so far up till anon's little proposal note teehee <3 also pls excuse any inaccurasies, i live in australia idk what snow is.
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from childhood:
childhood friends. their families lived next door to each other and their parents shared babysitting duties and because sid's hockey obsessed and taylor's like, 3 months old, he needs someone to play goalie for him when his mum or dad have to go do other things and can't play with him and you're still an only child for now. so ever since both of you can remember the two of you were always going back and forth to each others houses. mario kart is boring with only 1 person. sid needs a goalie to practise with.
she’s always been goalie for sid. plays mean cus she gets bored at getting shot at by sidney. thats how he got so creative with his shots bc she would always do stupid crazy stuff to stop him from scoring, like trying to hit him with her own stick when he got within range, or squish herself into the net so you couldn't actually get the puck in proper, throw pieces of ice or shitty snow balls at him during winter, and even one time she just picked up the net and started walking away cause she got fed up. "you can't run away with the net I haven't shot yet!" "YOU SAID ONE MORE LIKE 50 MILLION YEARS AGO!!" and then they’d get riled up and start yelling at each other and derail into a hockey fight which would then derail into actual fighting.
sidney's parents would force him to go apologise cause you can't be mean to girls like that! it's bad manners, you have to treat girls nicely
"it doesn't count!" "what do you mean it doesn't count- y/n is still a girl-" "no, i mean yes, but no, cus she's not just a girl, she's y/n, it's different" aka sidney wouldn't grab the back of any other girl's head and try to shove it into the snow, but he'd do that to you anytime because ur a cheaty cheat who ran at him when he tried to shoot that last puck in a best two outta three, no, best outta five, NO, seven, and that's not fair!!
"im sorry i called you the world's crappiest goalie." sidney standing mullish and embarassed on ur front doorstep.
you go to shut the door in his face.
"and for pushing you down the snowbank"
you creak the door open. stare at him.
"well. im not sorry for calling your ass fat, " you say eventually
sidney makes a face and you smirk.
"...come on squiddy, i need someone to play mario kart with"
"but you always win!"
"yeah, exactly"
you two end up going to the same junior high school too and while you eventually stop playing goalie for him (cause he has more and more actual teammates to play with, and you've seen what the crosby's old dryer looks like now, jesus christ) you two still basically walk to and from school together everyday. the only way he managed to stay a straight a student was because of you, obviously, cause whenever he missed class or homework because of practise or games you always brought it to him/helped him catch up. became common for you to be sitting on the benches doing work or reading or whatever while he was playing court hockey, you constantly chirping/talking shit at him, trying to distract him, yelling questions at him while he was in a scrum with his friends cus they got a quiz tomorrow and you "can't afford to be seen with someone who just has a puck for a brain, ugh, taylor would be SO embarassed" "she's five!" "i stand corrected"
your mom is so tired with the new baby and your dad is working crazy hours, and so sid's mom trina was always coming over with leftovers and stuff, and you're always returning the tupperware to sid at school because you ate it for lunch and you don't wanna have to carry it home and wash it and everything else.
"couldn't you wait until we were home?" sid's incredulous as you take the initiative to open his backpack for him and pack the empty container in. "you're right here, dude" "you just don't want to wash it cause you're lazy" "i'm being effecient! it's gotta go back to your kitchen anyway!"
and you always laugh when all the teachers say how kind and nice sid is, cause yeah, he really is, he's the nicest guy you know, endlessly humble and sweet. he was also sent from hell to kill you. he hits a huge growth spurt at 12 and then becomes this tall, gangly, brickhouse of a kid who is now taller than you for the first time and he reminds you of that every moment he gets - walking past you in the hallways and just casually resting his arm on your head, pretending not to see you when he 'accidentally' checks you. "oh sorry, i didn't see you there, not used to staring at the floor" "i'm going to break your buckteeth, squiddy"
you don't really play much hockey anymore but you and your family always try and see sid's homes games cause like, people have been talking about sid and his hockey since he was 7. its almost routine now to be lounging on his bed while he has an open suitcase or backpack or whatever on the ground, watching him pack his stuff for the next tournament game, the two of you making your game plan for when he's away ("stop eating in my bed you're getting crumbs everywhere" "why's it matter, you're leaving in like 3 hours")
"look after taylor for me" "always"
"don't forget the toothbrush charger otherwise you'll be the muppet brushing ur teeth with an electric toothbrush that doesn't work again" "it was one time"
"you swear those chocolate chip cookies are gonna be waiting for me the second i get off the bus? not a single missing??" "get that hatty you promised my little brother first, you pig"
the first time someone refers to you as sidney's girlfriend is at one of his midget league games with the dartmouth subways. one of the opposing players notices you in the audience waving at sid and decide to be even more of a dickhead by talking gross shit about you to him. "oi, 87, is that you're girlfriend?" and he goes sooo red even you can see how flustered he looks from where ur sitting. it doesn't affect his game at all, but ur suspicious cus u KNOW sid. you think that guy was being a prick (very likely) and ur pressing sidney after the game about what he said. sidney just keeps his mouth shut and shakes his head and insists it's nothing.
you find out eventually tho that they're all calling u crosby's girl when, after one particularly bad game where loads of the opposing players where obviously trying to injure him, you let loose at one of them after the game, yelling at them, asking them what their fucking problem is, targeting sid like that huh, getting all up in their face, and they sneer and go "hey, control ur girlfriend, crosby" and both you and sid freeze and you just go "excuse me"
"ha, bet u can't get her to shut up cus ur a little bitch in bed too-FUCK" you just punted him in the dick and now you're trying to beat his face in ("SHE FUCKING BIT ME")
it takes sid and two other team mates to pull you off the guy and they literally have to carry you away, you hollering the most insane insults and profanities at him.
this is not a one time thing. it's like you made it your personal mission to fight every other player who tries to HURT hurt sid, hell, soon enough you're even trying to square up to other adults and parents who are verbally abusing sidney ("just because your son has the personality of a slice of damp bread and not even the decency to save us from seeing a face just as bland doesn't mean you can abuse other normal looking children, mrs whyte" "the only thing brighter than your son's future is your barely hidden bald spot, so maybe do him a favour and shave off that shitty combover" "I WILL PUT YOUR BONES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER, OLD MAN, IT'S NOT LIKE YOU HAVE THE JOINT HEALTH TO OUTRUN ME")
sid's teammates to sid later: blink twice if you need help, okay? i think if the whole team were here we could take her if we had to
sid: what are you talking about
"your girlfriend is crazy"
"who??" "that girl who bit-" "y/n???? she's...she's not my girlfriend."
them: 

them: uh huh. you can still blink twice.
it's hard though, it's so hard on sid, being taunted and threatened so much both on and off the ice. after a particularly bad game where you see him get outta the car and see how red his eyes are and how he's shaking and the stickiness on his cheeks and you're so, so angry for him, because he won't wear his jersey or anything with his name or number off the ice anymore, and sometimes he tries to stand behind you at school, like he's trying to hide behind you even though you're a whole head shorter than him, and for the first time in a long time, you ask (tell) your parents that you're staying over at the crosby's tonight, and for god's sake mom, you don't care that you're both nearly fifteen or that you're a teenage girl and he's a boy, it's sidney, it's SID, and he needs someone goddamnit, you're sleeping over.
you go over to the crosby household ("hi mr crosby, hi mrs crobsy, hi taylor. sid and i are having a sleep over tonight." "...are you now?" "yep") and then you disappear up the stairs, practically barge into sidney's room
"taylor, i told you-"
"rude. do i look like taylor to you." and he shoots up from where he was curled up on his bed
"y/n? what are you doing here-" "sleepover time, so shove" "wh-" "oh my god, move, squiddy!" "this is a- my bed is a king single-!" "we can fit if you just move your giant ass" "we're not SEVEN anymore we're FIFTEEN and i never said you could sleepover-" "well i did so SHOVE" and he just gives up because he's exhausted and he's got a headache from crying and he just lets you press him up against the wall as you scooch down under the covers with him and it's SO dumb because he's a teenage boy who plays manly sports and is all freshly showered, and you're in one of his stolen canadiens tees from eons ago, and he almost shoves you on to the floor when your freezing toes on him but u pinch his nipple and he rolls over with a yell until the two of you are face to face, so close in a way you two haven't been since before double digits.
this close you can finally see how swollen and red his eyes are, hear the sniffle he's trying to find behind the collar of his shirt, the purple undereyes, the yellow and pink mottling on his cheekbone, and your heart hurts.
"they're jealous of you, okay? they say that shit because they're jealous and they're scared of how good you are," you whisper to sidney, looking into his eyes because he needs to know, you need him to know that he's "the best hockey player in all of nova scotia, the whole damn country, okay, all of fucking canada, and they're scared because you're so fucking good, sid, you are, and they know it and YOU know it"
at some point your hands have found each others, both of you clutching on to a lifeline scoring rough on calloused hands, and at some point sidney's chest evens out and his breath grows deep and long instead of fast and shallow, and at some point your own eyes fall closed, your head rolling against his chest, the two of you nestled together, legs and limbs tangled, and at some point just before sleep takes you, you promise to yourself that you'll always, always be there whenever he needs someone. whenever he needs you.
and then he moves to minnesota.
part 2
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wannaeatramyeon · 11 months
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mooooom! i got a request for youuu~ 💌
-young reader learned taekwondo from hansu, but never got to meet his son. so, she only knew taehoon from hansu's stories and cute photos of him aaand that's how she developed a crush on taehoon. years later, she finally meets him... but her "cute" image of him immediately shattered the moment he opened his mouth; chaos ensues 💀
this scenario has been on my mind for a while now and it makes me giggle to an unhealthy degree that i want an entire fic of it 😭 also if it wasn't obvious, i thirst for hansu content 🥺🫶 tysm in advance 🤧
p.s. i really REALLY love your fics and your writing aaaaaa 🫠 ik i already told you before and but im saying it again hehe hope you have a great day! ilyy~~ 💖💖
My dear lovely baby Rie! I saw this and thought yes, let's drop everything INCLUDING Tears of The Kingdom and write this.
But... I'm sorry, there really isn't much Hansu in this, it's very very Taehoon centric.
One of the best things about fandom is bringing people together and I'm so happy to have met you!
Seong Taehoon x Reader: Strangers to... a Not-Crush
Follow up with Hansu and Taehoon here
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You're pretty sure you're in love with this Taehoon.
The first time you heard his name was during your very first Taekwondo lessons, many many years ago
Schedules, circumstances, situtations; all the usual life happenings has stopped you both from actually meeting.
But Hansu waxes lyrical about his son. You must have heard for the hundredth time how he is a spinning prodigy, how he has surpassed Hansu at a similar age, how he will be one of the best. His name destined to be written in the history books.
As Hansu talks about his son with stars in his eyes, you can't help the shine rubbing off on you too.
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.
"Y/N, this is Taehoon."
Your jaw drops. Sure, Hansu has shown you countless pictures. Compared to the real living thing though, the gap is so vast you might as well say he's the least photogenic person alive. That's really saying something, because Taehoon photographs well.
He's one of the prettiest boys you've ever seen.
With his lips and eyes and even his goddamn hair. Are those lashes even for real? And then you notice his stature and his muscles, his rock-solid chest and abs peeking through.
Maybe he's not pretty at all. He's fucking hot.
You jaw drops even further.
Why on earth hasn't Hansu ever shown you a full body picture, he could have at least prepared you. Like a cliche, you feel weak at the knees. You feel light-headed-
Then Taehoon opens his mouth and the illusion shatters. Splinters into a hundred million little pieces. With his next words, you've never felt more pissed off in your life.
"Keep looking pervert, and I'll pluck your eyes out,"
What the fuck is this guy's problem.
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For once, the stars align, and you see each other constantly.
You curse the damn stars. You curse Hansu for passing your tutelage to Taehoon. Most of all, you curse Hansu for creating this.
The idea of Taehoon is much better than this... this fucking menace you have to see day in day out.
Taehoon makes you address him as Master. He hits you on the head for stepping out of line (you bite your tongue every goddamn time), he takes no prisoners during your spars together, makes you repeat exercises over and over until you're on all fours and trying not to throw up.
And infuriatingly, he touches you.
Little corrections with his hands, his elbows, his knees, his legs, his foot. "Your stance is shit," he tells you, "your technique is still off," as he taps the offending body parts, mere millimetres out of place. Your cheeks burn every time and your skin is on fire even hours later.
What's worse is your head swims every night with Taekwondo and Taehoon.
Lying in bed, all you can see is him. That antagonising smug smile on his lips. You want to wipe it off his stupidly handsome face.
See if he has any cutting words left when, not if, you beat him in a spar, and you gloat over him, straddling his hips, trapping him between your thighs and you can feel how aroused he is-
Oh.
Shit.
You hug your pillow tighter to your body.
This relevation is a fucking nightmare.
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Taehoon reckons your skills are average at best. What he's most impressed with is your dedication and tenacity.
No matter how many times he kicks your ass, you still get back up for more. Regardless of all his nitpicking and corrections with your form, you take onboard his words and listen.
He hasn't missed that it's all through gritted teeth. Still.
He also hasn't missed you blushing and your breath catching in your throat when he touches you.
Nothing not out of necessity, all completely above board. But it's still funny. Messing with you.
Taehoon tells himself he is completely unaffected. People fawn over him all the time, you looking at him with hearts in your eyes is nothing new.
It's just amusing, that's all.
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.
You don't know whether this is heaven or hell.
Taehoon piggybacks you all the way from the studio to the emergency room. You're so close you can almost taste him, see all his faint freckles, the vein in his temple from the exertion and concern.
All this proximity is doing nothing for your crush. Which you are determined to get over, by the way. Because this guy is a goddamn asshole and nothing else.
It was a silly accident, really. You went for an opening when there was none, causing Taehoon to mistime his kick. You collapsed like a sack of shit.
Worried hands check up on you even as his mouth runs.
"It's fine," you say, waving off his concern. When you tried to stand up, your ankle is in no mood to bear any weight.
You go down for a second time.
Taehoon's patience is unexpected. He waits with you until you are seen to.
Conversation is strained, and he doesn't talk much, just giving you wary glances every now and then.
But you fill the silence, telling him little anecdotes from your life and your day. Bridging the gap between Taekwondo and the little pieces that make up the rest of your life.
His lips quirk as you speak. The smiles aren't condescending.
Eventually, when the nurse tells you it's just a simple strain and will heal if you keep off it, Taehoon is the one that nods and asks follow up questions.
At the end of the day, after another piggyback this time to your home, you thank him for his time and he is surprised at your sincerity.
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.
Taehoon doesn't miss you. Definitely not.
The only reason he is at your door with stew and kimchi is because his old man told him to check up on you.
You're not able to attend any lessons while you recover, and Hansu wanted to make sure you're ok. Not Taehoon. Taehoon could not care less. He also did not jump at the chance of seeing you again, so much so that even Hansu gives him a questioning look. Ridiculous.
Why is his palm sweaty? Must just be the heat. Taehoon wipes it on his jeans before knocking twice on your door.
"Come in," you call out, and Taehoon hasn't missed your voice. And he hasn't missed the sight of your face neither.
He doesn't greedily take in the colours of your bedroom, the pictures on your wall, the books on your shelf.
He doesn't memorise your handwriting when he walks past your desk, something that is so uniquely you, like a fingerprint.
And when you give him a shy smile and apologise for the mess, it doesn't affect him.
Nor when you take the proffered food and have a mouthful, Taehoon doesn't soften at this.
The ensuing silence is not comfortable. He doesn't want to stay longer. His fingers don't twitch in your presence, having grown used to casual touches with you.
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.
This song and dance is continued for the next few weeks only because Taehoon is a good son, and an even better teacher.
He needs to check up on the welfare of his student.
And then finally, after too long, when you show up at the studio again, Taehoon's heart absolutely does not soar.
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justspreadmythighs · 1 year
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𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞
1/43 STAY HORNY & CELEBRATE PROMPT LIST.
note: im sorry but the next updates wont be scheduled. as always this wasn't as grammarly checked as i'd like it to be, expect grammar mistakes because i can't be asked today x thank you for celebrating with me xx
based on the song: red desert by 5sos
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"And I tell you again, just like I told you before." She ponders under her nose, expressing her views daring as she observed him shift nervously on the other side of the room. Her eyes never missed the way his hands wandered towards the most disheveled locks atop his head, tugging in utter frustration, before falling down along his sides. He was homesick. His last season was shit, and atop of this, Alpha Tauri began preparing him from the move to Alpine, which for the team semed like remedy for all of his problems. He's been closing himself on from people, ditching training seasons and staying home more than it's considered healthy. 
“What if I’m gonna ruin everything for us?” he stressed himself with the same question all over again. They were young, and most importantly so in love that even changing countries won’t even ruin the fact of how they felt about each other. Pierre sighed under his breath, his hands slouching on top of his thighs as he leaned his body back onto the plushy material of his couch, closing his eyes for a few seconds to prevent himself from letting any not wanted tears out. “I’ll tell you again, the same thing I told you before, millions of times already, sweetheart,” she mused under her breath, dropping her phone to the side of the kitchen counter that she’s been so far standing by. Her heart arched towards the cluttered and broken boy. With her arms immediately reaching out for him as if she wanted to take every problem out of his head and prevent him from even thinking too much about such a simple subject. “My home is in your arms-” her knees touched the material of the couch, taking no time as she leaned forward his chest and wrapped her arms around his stiffened silhouette, fingers reaching the globes of his arms, humming softly into the material of the hoodie he was currently wearing she messaged the place on his shoulders a few times just to hear the pleasing noise leaving from the back of his throat. 
Pierre was homesick. There was only this dilemma, the obstacle both of them had to fight off and she was more than ready to as much as this issue going around his head for the past few months.
“I’d pack my bags for you baby, and head straight North for you.” she kissed the side of his hand that she was currently holding in her grip, giving attention to every little piece of his velvet skin with her lips, making Pierre hold onto her hand a little tighter - he was here, and he was finally starting to listen. “You’re the only one I do this for.” she finally confessed while letting his hand drop onto her chest. 
“Perhaps that is why we travel so light, the material wealth of this world being no more than the dark mush after snow: transient, beauty tarnished with pollution. I need only love to be healthy and whole and that is something I trust only you to give. So what could cold walls ever matter compared to you? Call me and I come, ask and everything I am is yours. Your soul is the very song of heaven, the holy grail of my life quest. “
“God.” Pierre groaned under his breath, finally a small well-awaited smile ghosted onto the corner of his lips, his cheeks turned the lightest shade of pink and she had to hold everything inside her not to get over the emotions and just kiss the hell out of him. “I love you so much,” 
It doesn’t take much to make someone happy, to fulfill someone's dream to make them realize there are people in this world it’s worth living for. 
The smile spreading throughout every corner of his beautiful face is like honey to her heart. 
As her long fingers gently thread over the bush of his hair on top of his head towards the nape of his neck, carefully and gently grazing over the skin. So tentative, so sweet.
It wasn’t easy for both of them. It was her home, she was born here and all of her family was there but time will tell if she ever gonna miss it. Spending her time alone in the apartment, giving up under the euphoria of studying and routine that managed to slowly overcome both of their lives. She was eager to start a new life in Italy, standing side by side the love of her life and observing every next step he’s gonna take towards his career, the building process and the pride constructing in her chest whenever he gets home from work, all tired and messed up but he’s hers. Every particle, potion, and fiber is here to love hers, to take care and her’s to cheering for the rest of their life. Happy life. 
“Pierre, It doesn’t take long to heal and replace--” she managed to gently shove his head away with her pointer finger, making more room to lean forward and kiss the way from the jaw towards the neckline of the hoodie he was wearing. She tried her best to take his mind out of things he shouldn’t be stressing about. The brown-haired boy sighed in frustration when she arched the material of his hoodie away from his chest, nuzzling her face in the visible skin before placing a quick kiss there, Pierre's hand wrapped around her sides, fingers fidgeting for a second over the thick material of the sweater she had currently on before he gripped her tighter and swept off of his knees in a quick motion she didn’t even realize what’s going on. 
She yelped in surprise at the strenght of his hold, eyes scrunching up in confusion but her body relaxing under her boyfriend account when he played her all over the side of the couch he was sitting on not even two seconds ago. She sends him a confused glare when she realized how his silhouette rest on top of hers, immediately slacking. 
“Are you honestly gonna risk everything for me? Move back to Italy just because I can’t adopt here?” 
“Darling--” she chuckled before wrapping her arms around his sides and plotting them across his back, squeezing him tighter towards herself, letting him know she’s there. “I would rob a bank for you--” she felt his hands grazing over the material of her sweater, making her flinch, she nuzzled her nose into his hair before opening her mouth again, “I’d take a bullet for you--” she sang under her breath this time, dramatically, “There ain’t no time of situations, where I wouldn’t cross a line for you, so us both moving to beautiful Italy doesn’t seem like a bad idea.” 
Pierre pushed himself onto his forearms and leaned towards her, “Okay, hold on before you recite me an entire poem about how much you risk your life for me.” 
“Hey-” she whined under her nose gently showing her legs under him, “You know I would tho,” crying out softly when Pierre's heavy posture rest on her again, knocking the breath out of her lungs. 
“And even if I have to get back here sometimes,” she stated, making Pierre hum under his nose. The situation with Uni changing could be a little drastic since she had only one year left, “I know you wait for me,” his green eyes bristled with sparks the second he arched his head back to look at her, 
“Darling, you’re the only one I’d wait for.” 
“You better, Amour.” 
“I’m gonna hold you down just like you hold me, you’re not going anywhere.”
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hello tumblr user kanonavi who is 1/3rd of the reason i started rereading tgcf. i have come to collect my personal apology for the emotional damages inflicted upon me for the past 5 days. and i have also come with THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS (mostly feelings)
- icb i put off this reread so long hualian are so romance. theyre jsut Romance......... absolutely floored by every throwaway bit of dialogue they had....... in shambles forever....,
- sqx arc was not as painful as the first few times i read it bc i now stand with my cancelled wife (he xuan) I STILL LOVE SQX AND THEY DESERVE EVERYTHING GOOD. BUT HX WAS REAL FOR ALL OF THAT. i love revenge
- i wanna know your thoughts on ling wen bc u mentioned having mixed feelings on her but i loved her so bad all the way to the end so im curious ljdkdjf
- i am not immune to backstory arc pt2. read it last last (?) night at like 3am and cried myself to sleep its just so gutting every timeeeeeee.... the hc plot that builds in that arc is ofc one of my favorites in the entire novel though :')
- the chapter w the cave of statues took me like 2+ hours to get through because i was feeling so insane abt it
i feel bad dropping this block of text in ur askbox sorry. will leave it there for now LOL
Omg hiiiii tumblr user stardust-make-a-wish welcome back from the yaoi cocaine pit :3 I know you're here to collect emotional damages, but I must make it known that I'm not even remotely sorry <3
Also you should feel bad for yourself instead of for me because I can only respond to huge blocks of text with even bigger blocks of text, so (TGCF Spoilers Ahead) and also I am so sorry lmaooooo
UGH you're so right that hualian is the most romance forever they are just so *clenches fists and sobs*....... They're always there for each other and they're so in love and they've been through so much and I just want them to be able to rest because it's what they deserve.
I will never once say that Hu Xuan wasn't justified in everything he did cuz like. Shi Wudu had it coming what a piece of shit. But at the same time Qingxuan is my wife and I will not tolerate my wife being harmed. So like revenge slay yes but also I am still cancelling He Xuan and spraying him with the water bottle (even though he is already very very damp).
Yesyesyes Ling Wen. So my thought about Ling Wen is that she kinda girlbossed a little too close to the sun, but at the same time you look at her circumstances both past and present and have to understand why she did all of that. It already would have been hard enough for her to gain any kind of recognition as a woman, much less in the Heavenly Court, so her ruthlessness is completely understandable. But at the same time, I don't really think the Brocade Immortal deserved what she did to him nor was taking Bai Wuxiang's side in the final conflict a real cool thing of her to do. I can't fully be a hater though because her own thoughts about everything are clearly so nuanced (See: The final convo she had with Xie Lian about the Brocade Immortal, which I am still thinking so incredibly hard about to this day).
I think that Ling Wen is interesting in the same way that I find other characters like Mu Qing, He Xuan, and Yin Yu interesting. It's in the sense that even if I don't really agree with all of the actions that they took, it's very easy to look at them and come to an understanding of why they did what they did. And I have varying degrees of like for all of the characters I just listed, but that doesn't change the fact that they're all Compelling. So it's almost like a begrudging respect that I feel for Ling Wen, if I were to boil it down into simple terms.
aaaaaaaaaa The Horrors(tm) :sob: Even though I could talk about Xie Lian's arc through that part of his backstory for a million years, you're so right that Hua Cheng's arc through it is also so interesting to watch. It really goes to prove that Hua Cheng is different from everyone else in Xie Lian's life up until this point, because yes there's the very obvious throughline of Hua Cheng wanting to protect Xie Lian (rather than expecting his protection), but even more importantly that feeling never changes even when Xie Lian has his mini corruption arc.
Like, Hua Cheng fell in love with the pure and virtuous Crown Prince of Xianle but not for that quality. Instead of being ashamed and looking at Xie Lian with scorn when he was like "What if I kill everyone actually" Hua Cheng is like "Then let me be your sword". There's the element of not wanting Xie Lian to dirty himself that Hua Cheng carries for the entire story but the point is in that he is not a voice who would tell Xie Lian to stop having those thoughts if it's truly what he wants (Unlike what his parents or Feng Xin and Mu Qing would probably say).
I'm going to write an essay about their character dynamic one day istg I am chewing through the drywall
The cave statues chapter......... *passes away*. Like on one hand that chapter is so funny because yes Hua Cheng is just an absolute certified freak (POV my roommate telling me earlier on in my reading that HC is a porn addict and me being like "pssht noooo" but then getting to this chapter several months later and being like "O h.") but on the other hand THE CONFESSION??????? Like. All I can do is gesture wildly at the storyboard animatic that someone made of that scene on YouTube while absolutely fucking sobbing. There is a reason why the cover of volume 6 felt somehow more intimate than the cover of volume 4 where they're literally making out.
Anyway I'm patting Hua Cheng on the head like It's okay buddy Xie Lian loves you because you're a certified freak, he's seen too much of this world to be weirded out even a little bit. Which is why those two are perfect for each other <3
I'm glad you had so much fun on your reread, have fun with the brainworms :3
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vintagemulti · 2 years
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pairings: marc spector x fem!reader , steven grant x fem!reader
desc: you argued, you made up. you argued, you made up. it was never ending - you thought it would never change. and then it did.
warnings: toxic toxic TOXIC relationship, injury, blood, fighting, yelling, swearing, very unhealthy relationship, choking, i know i said swearing but i mean it, throwing shit at each other, angst and no comfort (kind of), reader is injured, violence (there’s one push), divorce mentions, manipulation, talk of physical violence to each other, alcohol, death/killing mentions, a couple sex mentions
a/n: please take these warnings seriously. im spiralling and i had a dream about this the other night. BOLD AND ITALIC MEANS STEVEN/MARC ARE COMMUNICATING. READER CANNOT HEAR IT. this is in absolutely no way cannon lol. this is also super long so hold onto your hat
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you knew it wasn’t right. you knew, deep down, you and marc were not good for each other. fuck, it didn’t wasn’t even that far down. it was on the back of your mind permanently - how you had married a monster, and how marc had married a monster as well.
since the day you had said “i do”, the beast within both you and marc had began rearing its ugly head, coming out with every argument (followed with rough, hard makeup sex), every night marc had took the couch, every time your wedding ring seemed less of a promise and more of a shiny rock stuck on your finger for display. marc didn’t even wear his ring anymore.
it took you years to realise that maybe, just maybe you weren’t right for each other. nine years, nine billion tears, what felt like a million arguments, nine years you had been married to marc. for the last nine years you had felt him change, night by night, until you didn’t even recognise the man in your bed most nights.
not even marc recognised himself these days, with someone else living inside his body. steven, who was admittedly a better husband than marc could ever have been, was always the one who would run to pick up the pieces of you after every argument, for as long as you could remember. sure, it had taken him a while to get used to everything, but he took his vows much more seriously than marc did. whenever steven had control, he always wore his wedding ring. always.
for better and worse seemed almost comedic when you compared the two. marc would start fires and steven would be left to put them out - always getting burned in the process.
the fires marc started were hot, but never as hot as the blood running through your veins right now. you could almost feel the liquid boiling and bubbling under your skin.
“what is that supposed to mean?” you snapped, throwing your travel bag onto the bed.
“it means, i don’t want you here. i told you not to come. doesn’t take a fuckin’ genius.” marc rebutted, tone even harsher than yours.
you could already smell the argument, like it was hanging in the air. a bitter, sour spice that consumed the entire room, blocking out the scents of the street below.
“what the fuck, marc? i told you already, wherever you go, i’m coming with you.”
he scoffed. “you’re like a little lapdog, following me around everywhere. take the fucking hint and leave.”
your jaw hung for a moment. all you wanted to do was surprise him, but no. he just had to be fucking difficult.
“yeah, real mature there. you want me to leave? fine. i’ll take the first plane back, but you can keep this.” you slipped your wedding ring off and threw it at marc.
the ring fell to the floor beside him, landing with a small clatter. he didn’t need to look at it to know what it was.
“you want a divorce?” he spat, looking round at you. “that’s what you fucking want?”
you shook your head. “seems like the only thing that would make you happy, right about now.”
marc pushed himself up, his frame towering over you as he came closer. “sounds about right.”
looking at him, you could see his pupils were blown. normally, you’d think it was love. but you weren’t stupid. you could see “love” in a bottle beside where he was sat on the floor, leaning against the bed.
“i can’t believe this. you are so fucking selfish, you know that?” you looked away from him, only to feel his hand pull your jaw back towards him.
“selfish? i’m the selfish one?” he hissed, grip tight enough to bruise. “i have killed for you and yet, i’m the selfish one?”
“i never asked you to do anything for me. ever.” you pulled back, his grip releasing.
he shook his head. “look at you, huh? always playing the victim. don’t you fucking dare come here and act all holy with me.”
“no, you see that’s the difference between us marc. you do shitty things and blame it on everyone around you, but me? sure. i’ve done my share of bad things but never, never would i pretend like it’s not my fault.”
marc bit the inside of his cheek. he’s about to yell.
“you are fucking pathetic, you know that!?” there it was. “you take and take and never give anything back - why? in the name of love? such fucking bullshit, y/n.”
“love? are you kidding me,” you raised your eyebrows, not even flinching to his sudden outburst. “this was never love, marc. the day i took your last name, it all went to shit. so you can take that “name of love” bullshit and stick it up your ass.”
“oh so that’s the problem then?” his voice was still slightly rained. “my last name? that’s what ruined us?”
you nodded spitefully. “yeah, must be. all spector’s must be hard fucking work.”
“she’s not wrong there, mate.”
marc turned and walked to pick up the bottle, ignoring steven’s comment. “if you hate it so fucking much,” he took a swig. “then leave. never talk to me again and sign some divorce papers, it’s that easy.”
biting your lip, you stared at him, the silence almost deafening.
well, silence to you. marc could hear something far different.
“you are a fucking nightmare, marc.” steven shook his head, watching him from the mirror. all is seemed to do was make marc even angrier, though.
marc looked back at you, tilting his head slightly. “no, that wouldn’t work though, would it? you hate easy. never letting anyone around you have a fucking day off.”
scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “says the man who runs away for days at a time because he’s too lazy to do the right thing.”
that seemed to really get him going. “what?” he walked towards you, strides full of anger. “what the fuck did you just call me?”
the space between you was so small you could see yourself reflected in the star of david handing from his neck. making eye contact with him, you could feel his hot breath fanning down on you.
“lazy.” you hissed.
hands coming to your neck, marc pushed you back until you hit the closest wall, which happened to be the mirror. he must have been shoving you harder than you realised, because you felt the glass crack against your head.
“you have some balls, you know? coming here, when i told you not to, and calling me lazy? me, who would burn the world if you asked me to?”
you laughed, bitter and fake. “that’s the problem, marc. i don’t think you would. fuck, i don’t think you would do anything for me.”
the vein in his neck grew more and more prominent. in any other setting it would’ve scared you, but right now it only made you proud. you were affecting him.
“shut your mouth,” he sneered, hands still firmly around your neck, but he wasn’t applying any pressure. “shut your pretty little mouth or i swear to god i’ll-”
“what?” you asked. “you’ll what, marc? you’ll hit me, like you hit everyone else? be my fucking guest.”
his hands fell from your neck straight away, and went to his hair instead. “i’m not that type of man. you know it, for christ’ sake.”
“sometimes i’m not sure i know you at all, actually. you’ve changed, marc. you’re not the man i fell in love with and i can’t love this version of you.”
for a spilt second, marc looked hurt. if you weren’t looking you never would have caught the pain in his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. he shook his head, taking another swig from the bottle.
“i’ve changed? turn around and take a look in that mirror and tell me you’re the same person i married.”
“this is my point, marc!” you yelled, finally losing your temper. “we are fucking destroying each other! what happened to us being happy?”
he looked at you, wordlessly. a stare so intense, so hateful, you felt as if you were shrinking where you stood.
finally looking away, marc took yet another drink, making you scoff.
“can’t do this sober, then?”
as soon as you said it, he turned around and launched the bottle. you didn’t even realise he had thrown it until it hit the mirror behind you - it couldn’t have been more than an inch away from your head. you flinched, feeling little shards of glass fly into your skin, blood mixing with the dark rum that poured down your skin.
“fucking hell.” you whispered, looking at your arm. you could see the little pieces of glass lodged in the flesh - but you didn’t feel it enough to care. the pain, the blood, the smashing bottles - it was all normal. it only made you angrier, more eager to rile him up.
“you’re sick in the head, marc. you wonder why i don’t put it past you to hit me?”
he looked at your arm, noticing the blood that poured down. “i’m sorry, i-”
“no,” you shook your head, dodging the broken glass on the floor to walk towards him. “i don’t want your fucking apologies, we both know you don’t mean it. i just want you to do better.”
“better?” marc walked away from you, across to the mirror where you stood before. he stared into it, and you knew he was looking at someone else. “like him?”
pointing at his own reflection, you imagined what steven would have been saying right now. in fact, you thought, he never would have gotten in this mess.
“you want me to be more like him, yeah? weak, afraid, can’t string a fuckin’ sentence together?”
“no need, mate.”
“maybe i do.” you whispered, not meeting marc’s eye. you looked down at his body, only wearing his boxers - he was a beautiful sight.
perhaps that’s why you did this every time, the screaming matches and the thrown objects. because there’s was a thrill, a carnal lust between the hunter and the prey. you swallowed, eyes on his bare back.
he looked at you in the mirror, then back at steven. he raised his eyebrows. “well? you gonna fix this?”
marc took a deep breath, looking back at you. his blood had reached boiling point, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hand went through the glass of the mirror, the reflection of steven shattering into a million pieces.
the smash was loud, louder than the bottle. you knew it would have hurt, but you didn’t rush to help him. you didn’t come to his aid. why would you? he did this to himself.
“fuckin’ hell.” steven’s head fell to his hands and he rubbed his eyes.
marc could feel the glass shift in his knuckles, but like you, he didn’t care about the pain. the blood dripped onto the floor as he walked to the side of the bed, where another bottle was sat. you thought he might have poured it onto his hand, but no. he took one long swig before turning back to you.
“if you really want me to be like steven, then,” he flatlined. “you’ll have no one to protect you.”
“maybe it’s you i need protected from.” you retorted.
he scoffed. “yeah, because i’m the bad guy, as always.”
“there seems to be a theme here, marc! look around. what the fuck are we? was this ever- i mean, really, did you ever love me?”
“of course i loved you, y/n,” he muttered. “but i’m trying to change the fuckin’ world here.”
the sadness hit you like a wave.
“i never needed you to change the world,” you took a breath. “all i ever needed was for you to love me.”
marc didn’t reply, only walking to the edge of the bed, in front of the window, and slumping down.
a minute of silence passed. the air was still thick with the smell of anger, but this time the iron of blood seeped it’s way into the mix.
“i did love you. i do, love you.” marc almost whispered, his voice still laced with anger. “but look what we’ve done to each other, y/n. we fuck each other up.”
you shook your head. “no,” looking down at him, you reached down and picked up the bottle. “you did this. you ruined me.”
taking a swig, you felt the alcohol burn it’s way down your throat. unlike marc, you didn’t stop there. bringing the bottle to your arm, you poured it out. it burned and seared, but you didn’t feel it - not really. your head was clouded and there was a ringing in your ears.
walking back over to marc, you placed the bottle next to where your wedding ring lay, the sun coming through the curtains to make the diamond shimmer and gleam. he stared at you, not taking his eyes off of your face.
sighing, you picked up your bag off of the bed and turned to the mirror once more.
although you could only see yourself, white dress stained red and amber, you knew there was someone else watching. “find me.” you mumbled, taking one last look at marc before walking to the door.
you were already half out when he called back to you.;
“you talk about me ruining you,” he stared straight ahead. “as if you didn’t fucking enjoy it.”
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after seven hours, you weren’t sure if steven was ever going to find you. maybe, you thought, he hadn’t even heard you - perhaps he wasn’t standing on the other side of the mirror.
although seven hours doesn’t sound like a long time, since leaving marc in the hotel you had managed to temporarily bandage your arm (although you knew there was still glass inside), find a hotel for yourself, get changed and find a small cafe.
sighing, you looked around you once more, sunglasses obscuring your vision slightly. yes, the sun was setting, but you didn’t need to block out light - your red, puffy eyes would be a telltale sign that you had been crying.
you had almost given up all hope of steven finding you, so when the chair opposite you scraped along the floor, you were surprised to say the least.
“you came.” you smiled, steven’s presence almost instantly soothing you.
he smiled back at you. “how could i not?”
“i’m surprised he let you take control.”
“well,” steven sighed. “he seemed to remember that he can disappear for a while, so that convinced him. along with my fantastic persuasion skills, of course.”
you nodded. “fuck knows what you could have said to him, though.”
steven laughed. “a lot of swearing. and i told him that if he didn’t let me take control you would most likely actually divorce him, so.”
“like he gives a shit.”
“no, love-” steven reached across the table and took your hand in his. “he does. we both do, he’s just an ignorant, arrogant, stupid sod.”
you smiled, although it faded as you looked down at his hands. although less bloody, his knuckles were still covered in cuts, big and small - although there didn’t seem to be any glass in them. as always, steven was wearing his wedding ring, the metal cool against your skin.
“what has he done to you, eh?” you mumbled, lifting up his hand and pulling it closer to your face.
pushing your sunglasses up, the change in hue took a few blinks to get used to. but as your eyes adjusted, you could see the bright red gashes along his fingers. you brought his hand up to your lips, kissing his knuckles.
“m’sorry, steven,” you mumbled. “it’s just, me and marc, we- well, you know. we do this to each other, and somehow you’re left to fix it all.”
steven smiled, moving his hand to cup your face. “i don’t mind, love. i’d rather put my hand through a million mirrors than lose you, marc too. he does this.. i can’t explain why he does it, but i know it’s so he doesn’t do anything stupid, not to you.”
“you mean so he doesn’t hit me?” you said sadly, so quietly it was almost inaudible.
steven’s eyes widened. “he wouldn’t hit you, darlin’. he’s just… angry.”
“stevie,” you sighed. “there’s no point in pretending; marc and i aren’t good people. not when we’re with each other.”
he ran an hand through his hair. “but that’s the thing! i’ve seen you two, you are good with each other! it’s when you’re angry, that’s when you turn into bad people. i mean, marc’s anger… marc’s anger is terrifying.”
you raised an eyebrow. “and mine isn’t?”
“no, i didn’t mean- i- that’s- no, of course yours is, i just mean-”
“i’m kidding, stevie,” you smiled. “but i know what you mean. fuck, you think throwing a bottle is the worst he’s done to me? this-” you pointed to your arm. “this is tame.”
steven’s eyes looked at the bandage on your arm, softening as the patches of red caught his eye.
“he hurt you.”
“no,” you shook your head. “he didn’t. he threw a bottle, which hurt me. not him. never him, you know? it’s never by his hand.”
he chewed his lip. “but it’s his fault, love.”
“and it’s my fault you’re dealing with that,” you looked at his hand.
shaking his head, steven took your hands again. “it’s probably more my fault, actually. i was talking to him.”
“i know,” squeezing his hands, you met his eye. “it’s weird, i can always tell when you’re around. marc gets angrier, but it’s like.. this self-destructive rage. he’s not angry at me anymore, but himself.”
“me, more like.” steven mumbled.
“and i hate him for it, you know.” you said. “fucking hate him for it, always doing this with me and never bothering to fix it himself. don’t get me wrong, i love seeing you, but when i’ve just had a screaming match with marc… fucking hell, it’s torture.”
“but it’s not your fault, y/n.”
you smiled, a self pitying kind. “it is, really. it’s just as much my fault as marc’s. you see, we love like this - it’s just how we are. some people love gently but us? we’re violent, we’re unhealthy. it’s just how we are.”
steven nodded. “i know.”
looking back at the sunset, you wondered if steven would ever turn into that kind of lover. violent, angered, intense. you didn’t put it past him, but for the time you’ve spent with him, steven has always been the kinder lover. he would hold you, make you coffee, comfort you - something marc only did before your marriage went south.
your marriage; it reminded you.
“im not gonna divorce him, by the way.” you looked back at steven, who seemed instantly relieved.
“i was hoping you’d say that.” he smiled, pulling your ring out of his pocket.
he slid the ring onto your finger, and interlocked your fingers. his hands were warm - another difference between him and marc.
“i have something to say, but i don’t know how to say it.” you thought out loud, staring at your hands.
“go on, darlin’. i’m listening.”
you took a breath; “i know that technically, i did marry you. but fuck, stevie, i wish it was only you.”
as you met his eye, he smiled softly - he understood what you meant.
“i can get why, but marc does love you as well. he’s just not good at showing it.”
“but that’s the difference,” you breathed. “his love is conditional, it’s about sex and heat and boiling each other’s blood but… but yours isn’t, you don’t pick at me for everything i do, fuck, you don’t throw half empty bottles of rum at me!”
sure, you and steven had fucked - but it was different. with marc it was rough, makeup sex that ran on anger, but with steven it was personal. slow, loving and gentle, everything you wished marc could have been.
“but you said it yourself,” steven said. “you and marc love differently. sure, you’re toxic for each other and fucking can only get you so far, but you do love each other. why else would you still be married, hm? if deep down, you didn’t love each other?”
he was right, you thought. the love was there, but it was much deeper down. deeper down than the hate, the anger, the awareness of the toxicity. albeit there - it was buried under nine years worth of boiled blood and broken glass.
steven seemed to notice your quietness, squeezing your hands in his own. “come on, then. we’ll get you cleaned up.”
nodding, you stood up, not letting go of his hand.
“you have a hotel? i’m not sure either of us want to go back there yet. the rooms a bit of a state.”
“mhm,” you pointed down the street. “just down here.”
“alright, love,” he breathed. “and i’ll tell you what.”
“what?”
“for now,” steven pulled you closer. “you can be married to just me.”
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neutrallyobsessed · 2 months
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EPISODE 4!!!!!!!!!! COMOOO NO TE ENTERASTE TODAVIA????*
FEET OF SINCERITY
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this is visuals are fucking hilarious ngl lmaooo
oh the two face-ness we love to see it!! that reminds me that i wanna see joan recieving a text from topher... yknow, they'd have each others phone numbers~~ uwu♥
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oh there WAS a joke about venemous being different from poisonous or whatever MMMMMM ANYWAYS HIM AAAAAAHAJDSJHAHSGH- AY BOLUDOOO AAAAA JSKSJKSJSKSJSK
HMMMM OK GOOD DAY FOR UHH YALL TOO! jjba5 reference ey? he dont have lungs either lolol
YOOOOOO JOANABE??? YEAHHH BABY THATS WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR!! THATS WHATS ALL ABOUT WOOOOOOOrse than a disney cruise with extend family omg they're NOT holding back!!! GOOD!
YOURE LOOKING AT HIM! WITH YOUR EYES! THAT ARE BELOW YOUR EYEBROOOOOWS!!!!!!! xd
white jesus edition jsjsksjkjks but like jfk really is one note, he just has a different note each season hm aight :)
SAY WHAAAAAAAAAT
oh no now they're EDGING they are EDGING OUR COCKS WITH GANDHI AAAAAAA THIS IS KILLING MEEEEE
but joannnn girlieeee why you so insistant in taking you backkk topher darling youre from the reboob you know what you gotta do to have her understand that her place is with the misfits no one liiiikesss and that is so much better and whateverrrr
*(esta noche me la doy en la peraaaa)
SE VIENE LA FIESTA DE LA DIRECTORA DE LA SECUNDARIA DE CLONES, JUANA DE ARCOOO!!! SI!!! LA HIJA DE REMIL PUTA DE LA JUANA SE VA A MANDAR UNA JODA DE LA CHOTA DE SU ABUELO!!! VAMOS A TIRAR A ABE POR LA VENTANA!! TENEMOS PARA ESCAVIAR HASTA LOS MEDICAMENTOS DE SCUDWORTH!!! EL FORRO DEL DJ EDISON ENGANCHANDO TEMAS DEL AÑO DEL ORTOOO! LUCES DEL OJETE Y LA COMETRAPOS DE CLEO QUE PARTE LA TIERRA!!!
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PREPARA EL CHAMUYO QUE LE VAS A ENCAJAR AL CORNUDO DE TU NOVIO Y VENITE!! NO TE QUEDES AFUERA PEDAZO DE CULO ROTO!!!!
(all of this was done with the keyboard ahre xd)
oh so the bleachers creatures are in the janitors closet? well im sure theres a vent or something so they can get into the real party hehe ;3
ok, bible-humping!JFK is actually the greatest thing it could happend to him, cause like- the bible is super violent and such and thats SO him i love it, its perfect!
Confucius, you really live up to your name because i'm hella confused on what you just said
OH NOOO im getting "best burger in the world" from regular show flashbackssss i dont know if im liking where this is heading!! ToT
OH YEAH THEM OLD CLONES DANCING LA MACARENA THATS SOME GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE!!
hell yea Harriet likes her boys MANLY, cause she's so straight yknow~
HELL YEA THE SEXY INTRO!!!♥♥♥
JESUS CRISTO USING HIS POWERS FOR GOOD!!! The good of underage drinking~ but thats for the new clones cause the old ones are 36, so they're legal to do whatever they want, except fucking the new clones unless theyre in a state where its legal, but its a cartoon so they all can do whetever crimes they want~~
OHHHH THEM CREATURES ARE MAAAAADDDD!!! WHAT WILL YOU DO?!
gasp!shush!
TRAITOR GETS WHAT HE DESERVES!!! HMMMMMMMM
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OMG MARIE CURIE WITH THE CHICKEN HYDRANT GANDHI AAAAAAAA *EXPLODES IN A MILLION PIECES*
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THE AMERICAN RIGHT TO BEAR A BEAR, ok the historical humor its just getting better and better omggg
WHAT IN SCIENCES NAME
AND MORE THAN A FRIEND TOO? EHH? CONCHA DE TU MADRE?
OH SHI- UMMM AHJAKSAKSJKASAKSDJH OKKKKKK HE'S- HE'S HERE AJAM YEP THATS- THATS BUFFUCIUS AJAJAJAJOH but like- its a deep moment woaH niceee
AND OH UM THAT TOO! REALLY GOOD DAY FOR CANDWORTH!
OH SHIT THEYRE IN THE FREEZER NOW! WITH GANDHIIII
Rating: VIERNES DE LA JUNGLA A TODO OJETE/10!
Topher Bus has appeared on screen for 57 seconds and listen mister, just because Joan isn't part of the group anymore that doesn't mean that YOU get to disappear from the show. You're going to BE BACK and have some more MOTHERFUCKIN SCREENTIME GODDAMMIT!!!
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GUESS WHO‘S BACK! BACK AGAIN! i never rly left but let’s ignore that
I‘ve got an order for a uuuuuh dead bird soulmate au! Anyone order a soulmate au? No? Well shit, it’s here now and I‘m not taking it back.
There‘re honestly so many possibilities with soulmate aus and I love them to bits! Also, there doesn’t exist one for them yet? Couldn’t let that stand. So this one is based on "whatever u write on your skin shows up on your soulmate‘s skin as well" and as tradition demands it, I shall send it to u first! afterwards ao3 obviously lmao also enjoy!! loved talking about this with u
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Alejandro slowly rolled his sleeve up. Another little note had appeared while they were busting a cartel house, the slight tingle of the letters being written alerting him to it. By now he knew how to not let himself get distracted by it, but he had been looking forward to reading the message for the rest of the mission. The script was slightly loopy with letters smashed together the faster his soulmate wrote.
He traced the lines on his arm, taking his time reading the message. It was just a simple update on life, some annoying employer demanding they compensate him for a job they weren’t at fault for botching. He’d be incredibly busy the next few weeks. Alejandro smiled ruefully and picked up a pen, choosing his words carefully. They were both right handed, so their left arm got a bit crowded at times, but after an incident with a note being written on his leg, making Phillip stumble and fall into a creek when they were younger, they agreed to limit themselves to their arms.
At times he mourned the distance between them, his soulmate being American wasn’t as bad compared to some he knew were continents apart, but being in the Mexican Special Forces made his life and job too dangerous to actually be together. He wouldn’t give up this city, as much as he wanted to meet soulmate.
It was a sore subject between them. Both of them knew the dangers of their work, but Alejandro was willing to die for Las Almas and Phillip definitely didn’t agree on that. The colonel had no delusions about his fate, but sometimes he liked to imagine a future where they both retired together. They could move into his family’s old farmhouse, maybe get some animals like chicken and a dog, waking up in each other’s arms.
When the tank blew up, Alejandro felt as if his heart broke into a million pieces. It hadn’t taken long for him to figure out that Phillip Graves was his Phillip, his soulmate. He thought he‘d be able to tell him after the mission, when everything was over and done. He should’ve known nothing would go as planned, but now, watching his vaqueros putting out the fire still roaring through the metal cage that had once been a tank, surrounded by smoke and stinking of gasoline, he regretted it.
The darkness around him felt almost oppressing. He tossed and turned in bed, thinking about what ifs and should haves. His arm felt weird, a slight tingle on the inside of his arm. Shooting up straight, he fumbled to turn on the lamp on his nightstand and held his arm towards the light. There, shortly under the inside of his elbow, two words were written in loopy handwriting, letters pressed together: "I‘m sorry."
i cannot even begin to explain how much i love you rn im screaming crying throwing up rolling on the floor foaming at the mouth im
i love love love the ending so much and the subtle specifics about his handwriting that tie it in with the beginning
also the mental image of phil landing face first into a creek makes me chuckle. alejandro fucking his shit up ever since they were young
graves complaining about his job i see what you did there 😌
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pseudopeachy · 2 years
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Imaushi Wakasa x gn!Reader: Before the Sunrise
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Genre: Fluff
Character: Imaushi Wakasa, timeline not specified
Warnings: none, but it’s a bit suggestive if you squint. semi-proofread!! its just me wanting to wake up next to my bb Waka (❁´◡`❁)
Please consider reblogging or leaving a comment 🖤
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Grays and Blues danced around the chilly room, gracefully moving to the sound of light snores coming from your boyfriend. Your eyes took a few seconds to clear up and to finally register the calmness surrounding the pseudo heaven.
You then found yourself scooting closer to your lover’s form, relishing in the small moment until you both have to start the day. 
“You’re not planning on leaving the bed so early, right?” Wakasa’s morning voice filled the room, caressing your ears as his hands pulled you closer in a tight embrace. Your frame was squished against him, your face in his neck while he kisses your temple, his legs tangling with a familiar pair. 
“Of course not, Bubba.” You say, hands snaking around his face. You heard him hum, shifting your bodies. Now he was above you, face in your neck with his lips leaving small kisses from your jawline down to collarbones. 
“Liar,” Wakasa whispers, earning him a giggle. “What a fucking week. Wanna lay here with you the whole day instead.” 
“Bubba, it’s only Tuesday.” 
“Exactly.” 
You only chuckled at his grumbles. He had always been a grumpy person; never liking mornings unless he was going out to break a few jaws and bones. You even have to haul him out of bed on most occasions, always reminding him that he shouldn't leave Benkei running the place all by himself. 
“He can handle all that shit, don’t worry about ‘im.” he’d always retort while clinging onto you. 
“Stop thinking, bubby. The gears in your head are too damn loud.” He said. His lips are still on your neck before resuming littering it with small bites and butterfly kisses. You can feel him softly kneading your arms as you found yourself weaving through his locks. 
You have always found Wakasa so ethereal; Lazy lilac eyes holding millions of galaxies in each one, blond and purple locks envied by the finest of silks, body trained to rival any god yet contains the warmth of a thousand sun. But your favorite must be his lips — so feverish like an aphrodisiac, while his hands must have copied Michelangelo’s for all the work he’s done on your body. 
By the time your train of thoughts finally ceased, Wakasa was already hovering above you. His lips lazily met yours in a loving embrace as his hands encased yours. He groans, the wanton need to pull you closer has one of his hands on your head as he deepened the kiss. 
The sheets have been tossed aside, but the warmth of your hands on his body had him shivering in delight. He bit your lower lip when he felt your nails grazing on his chest, asking for your tongue to a tango. He hums when you let him, hands now on your waist while yours rested on his shoulders. 
“Love you so much.” Wakasa whispers against your lips before placing a few pecks, clearly amused that you can’t even say ‘love you too’ without interruptions. 
He then sighs as he caged you again in his arms. He found solace during times like this; you always had the power to calm down his storms. 
He loves you so; you who always made sure he was safe, you who always drops everything just so you can hide him from the cruel world, you who never judged him as he picked up his broken pieces and made himself whole, allowing you to strengthen the foundations later on. 
Wakasa adores you. He loves you so; he can’t imagine not waking up next to you. He thinks he’d die if you were to not give him his medicine of hugs and kisses like the drama queen that he is. He loved the way you built a huge fire from his hard and cold exterior, not once letting him feel like he was alone behind closed doors. He loved the way he can be vulnerable and let you hold him whenever he’d think of what if’s and his best friend whom you’ll never have the honor of meeting. 
Wakasa loves you so, and hell be damned if he ever stopped. 
“What’d you want for breakfast, bubba?” you hum against his chest, unaware of the smirk growing on his face. 
“What about you, me, in this bed, until the sunrise?” 
“… Fine,” Was all he needed to place you underneath him and start attacking you with kisses. 
God, do you love early mornings like this.
-🖤-
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misc. tag game...
Thank you for the tag @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing <3
a band you don’t like that many others do:
not technically a band but taylor swift. i just never really liked her music and i find her so overplayed that it's actually gotten to the point i get annoyed when i hear it played.
a childhood memory that you remember vividly:
one day i came home from school after we got to visit the school library and i borrowed the bailey school kids book about cupids and so when i got home i laid down on my top bunk and read the whole book and finished just in time for dinner and i was so proud of myself for finishing it so fast until i remembered it was gonna be a full week before we got to go back to the library
least favorite animal and why:
i don't necessarily have a least favorite animal but i guess small dogs? i just find them weirdly unnerving and so often they're so loud and badly trained and not washed often enough so they smell and i just don't really like them
hot fandom take:
just because someone/something is popular in the fandom it doesn't mean it/they're good. sometimes people or concepts just suck either in general or for your experience and it's fine to not interact/block/not consume that content if it isn't doing it for you.
do you wear any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece:
i wear a ring on each hand every day and i wear earrings and necklaces sometimes too. i love my rings, my hands feel naked without them honestly, but my current favorite piece is probably a necklace i made out of a broken ring. it was an adjustable one and one side snapped off so i snapped off the other side, added a jump ring through an open part of it and added a chain. it's a spider holding a skull. its super fun and very different to a lot of my other pieces.
a movie others liked but you didn’t:
i'm not really a fan of the original evil dead trilogy. like the concept is cool but the humor, the stop motion animation, and a lot of the deadite makeup is just not really my taste. i do love the 2013 movie though. big fan of that one.
three things you love about yourself:
i've learned to be just okay at things and still have fun doing them, i have really pretty eyes, the fact i make a lot of things be it food or crafts or fandom stuff i just like making things
a place you hope to visit in the future and why:
i'd love to visit somewhere outside the us sometime because i never have before
an actor that gets on your nerves and why:
there's several and honestly it's either their energy or they did some fucked up shit and im tired of people talking about them. im not gonna name names though.
things you’re excited for in the nearby future?:
i'm gonna see a band I really like on the 17th of next month and it's gonna be so great because it's a small venue so I'll almost assuredly have a great view. plus tickets with service fees were $17.50 a piece which rocks. im spending more on gas to see them than on tickets which i find funny.
least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in:
i have zero interest in naming names here, i'll keep that in my exclude tags lists on ao3
what’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in?:
i don't think i'm actually in any. i don't interact with shit like that because i'm in fandoms to have fun and enjoy shit so i stay out of drama and will block people who suck and then forget they exist
list three things you find beautiful about life:
people care about each other even when we don't know each other, there's a million little joys to be found in life, you can meet someone and have a great time together at an event and never speak again but you'll remember them fondly and do it over and over again.
any dreams for the future?
uhhhh, not really? I've never been a big dreamer. i'm a day by day girlie from way back
how are you really feeling today?
not too bad, i was good earlier but i played a couple video games too long earlier and now my ability to focus my eyes is a little screwy and I've got a bit of a headache
tag you're it if you're up for it @rossmccallsqueen @fromcrossroadstoking @tvserie-s-world
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RAB fics i read 13-1 april
All of You, All of Me (intertwined) by ajom28 celebrity fake dating jegulus muggle au, so far everyone's miserable
the golden king by maladaptivewriting !!!! regulus wakes up 1991, being 11, and pretending to be Sirius' secret lovechild he enrolls school withthe golden trio to protect harry (because he loved james). im loving it
Stars Of A Kind by orphan_account just regulus ruining his parents' dreams and aspirations
Silver Souls (He's the one for me) by Hhenesc im so--- why is everybody so stupid. why. is. everybody. so . stupid. talk to each other ffs. thank god for the lesbians
In a little welsh café in London by Thou_Maternal_Parent single parent remus, developing wolfstar
Certain Definitions of Normal by einsteinapproved for desertredwolf sirius is ftm trans, his friends and brother are helping
It was just a prank by DragonWitchPrincess this is more about sirisu being stupid than anything else
Learn How to Sprint Through a Stumble by sspideyman teen father regulus this is not a drill teen father regulus (he had a one night stand after sirius run away)
Heartbeats by Siriuslymoonyprongs yeah so trans regulus breaks up with james after he gets the dark mark, finds out he's pregnant, and eventually fakes both the child and his own death to protect them. after the war it's safe for them to re-emerge.
Mad Adventure by MightyMight shit gets fucked, hermione is yeeted to 1970s as barty crouch's older sister, and sets on destroying voldy before 1981.
Little One by Siriuslymoonyprongs sirius runs away from home, regulus is accepted by his parents as trans, and oooops he's pregnant with james
the stars of the night sky could never be enough by galaxy_of_pi angst no comfort of regulus dying (except it went from 1/1 to 1/15?? inchresting development)
Run Away With Me by Of_stars_and_moon for WolfstarPups90 reg gets basically adopted by the potters
The Dog and Deer Detective Agency by Artemisia_Black_95 detectives prongs and detective padfoot!
Kill Your Darlings by MesserMoon uni muggle au with hockey, they're t r y i n g okay
glimpses of heaven by lunahunt !!!! <3<3<3
Would You Come Be My Downfall? by WalkOnThroughARedParade regulus and remus pretend todate to get back at sirius. it doesnt stay fake for very long.
Ask away by purplefrogz texting jegulus!
but I cant find the brakes by thirdgleam (leafmeal0ne) james dumbs imself down for his friends to feel better, then studies secretly in the library at night, regulus also frequents the library at am hours.
There's just no gettin' through by neanora sirius finds regulus diary, big sad
Smoke Slow: A Spy!Regulus AU a series <3<3<3<3<3
i see how this ends (poorly) by Quillium !!!!!!!!! <3 my beloved
What We Do Today by Moe64 marauders era reading hp books (as written by trelawney)
Shimmering Beautiful (and when I break it’s in a million pieces) by srslvr13 for padfootsflowers sirius gets self destructive, regulus does damage control
at blue diner (i'll take anything you want to give me) by greenrosey spy regulus meets his ex once a month for info exchange, sad jegulus but like also hopeful somewhat
i'll be home for the summer by greenrosey the night canon-him would run away from home, sirius shoves regulus out of the door and stays at grimmauld. the marauders + reg plot how to get him out
blue and yellow skies by alarainai quidditch rivals to lovers fake dating jegulus
antithesis by rweoutofthewoods very lovely music au! jegulus
Bound By Honour by moonyfest lowercase screaming
5 pm by imagineacoolusername remus regulus friendship :)
no amount of therapy can help by The_wig_is_a_metaphor asudfhaosidufhaoif youtuber harry and tom riddle shenanignas
he'll be selfish, just this once (and many times in future) by vintagenovella iceskating regulus
His Word Is His Bond by FanonStar fem regulus asks james to marry her to avoid worse suitors
toys to be toyed with by aimlesscalamity bored and done with his friends regulus agrees to seduce james and or lily to break up the hogwarts star couple. they both faall for him but oops, he falls for them too
Three wrongs... by mothluvr lily WILL NOT be wooed by Potter like ugh that would be losing (even if he is kinda hot and got his shit together lately..-¨) so what's a girl gonna girl, a girl is gonna fuck the Slytherin seeker of course! accidentally leading to james' bi awakening. im having fun
Everything is Better with Chocolate by DEaTh220467 willy wonka regulus
Burden of Duty by Grey_Kenaz regulus is ace but also wants to hold up his duty and produce a heir with his wife. sirius works at a reproduction clinic. this is like, very heartwarming, for me as ace, it has my stamp of approval. I adore Else, she's so sweet!
I'm Staying Here And I'm Not Lyin' by ItsYlva reg comes out as nonbinary aroace to sirius
Your Love In Any Form by Anonymous aroace reg
We got chemistry, baby? by Sulfus jegulus
anosmia of the heart by bari_astra, bari_astralis jegulus is happy but snape makes them have a misunderstanding
Take you like a drug - I taste you on my tongue by Moonsss regulus likes fucking james behind sirius' back (no infidelity)
I promised myself I'd learn to be the one who leaves by AlistairIsLost regulus and friends run off to be a muggle band. they rock.
A Lost Soul (Found Once More) by INeedMoreSleepLmao regulus would very much like a nap thank you
Amicus Alter Ipse (Complexity) by aureusprongs for alarainai i have no recollection of reading this but im assuming it was good
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inmydeepestdreams · 1 year
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I have been friends with Nate since we were kids. Our moms were friends, so it was pretty much destiny, or something.
We have the same interests, the same friends, hell, we even have the same taste in girls. He was totally supportive when I told him I was bi, he is the person I trust most in this world.
It made sense for us to go to college together, so we did. We found out our university allows for mixed gender room assignments. And while our parents weren’t crazy about the idea, we filled out the paperwork anyway. We’ve been rooming together ever sense.
Now it’s the end of our sophomore year, and we’ve been talking about getting a place together off campus.
“If we had some other friends maybe we could afford it,” Nate complained, and he was right. We had met many people since moving to our college, but have somehow made no lasting friend ships. We haven’t even had much luck dating. The last time I dated anyone was the previous semester, for him, it was freshman year.
Times were tough, basically.
And it was a Friday night. I had to stay in to work on a paper, and although Nate wouldn’t admit it, he wasn’t comfortable finding a party on his own. So, he stayed back too.
I finished the paper around ten and we cracked open a couple beers to celebrate. Nate loaded GTA just for something to do. It was going to be a quiet, chill night in.
We played for about two hours, finishing Nate’s six pack and a couple of stray wine coolers. Eventually, our controllers lay discarded beside us. We were both drunk enough to open up, and the late hour helped.
“It fucking sucks,” Nate said. We were both out of drinks, but he still moved his hand like he meant to reach for one. “Like, that girl, Maddie. Remember Maddie?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, like, she’s got a boyfriend. I didn’t know, and it’s like…fuck dude.” He shook his head like he had decided against telling me something.
“What?”
“Its just hard.”
“I know.”
“No, like…” he waved his hand before running it through his black curly hair. Nate was a good looking guy, I truly didn’t understand his frequent strike outs. “Its like…”
“Like?”
“Like, I’m just frustrated.”
“Well yeah, I get that. I haven’t had a date in a while either.”
“No, like, frustrated.”
I just looked at him, maybe my brain was foggy from the drink, but I didn’t get it.
“Im not following.”
“Like I haven’t had any action in too long.”
“Yeah, same dude, I’m frustrated about that too.”
“And it’s just…college is hard.” He slumped down in his beanbag and briefly shut his eyes. I was laying down in mine too, facing him on my side.
“Like, you’re in the room. And that’s great, I love you, you’re my best friend, but like…it’s hard to have time to get off.”
Oh.
Well yeah, I’ve had a similar problem. I have attempted to in the shower, but they’re communal and it’s too stressful. I take too long.
“I get it.”
He lolled his head to the side and looked at me through his pretty long lashes.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I have the same issue. We’re always together.”
“Yeah, but…”
“If you ever need me to step out, you know, take a lap or whatever, let me know and I will.”
He didn’t say anything for a long time, I felt my face, it was unbelievably hot. Why was this embarrassing? He described in detail the first time he fucked a girl, and this was what made me blush?
That’s when I noticed, or at least, I thought I noticed. I don’t know, really. But it seemed like he was hard in his pants. But the sweatpants were black, and the lights were dim and maybe I was just drunk and not thinking clearly.
I mean, I’ve seen it before? How could I not? We live together, I’ve woken up before him and seen morning wood. Whatever. We’re roommates, that shit is normal.
I didn’t stare long enough to know for sure, but my face felt even hotter.
“We could always just help each other out.” He said.
Something about those words felt like a hammer hitting a mirror. My brain shattered into a million tiny pieces, and I realized that I was…not entirely un-horny. If that’s even a term. And Nate is hot, and it’s been so, so long.
NO! HE IS YOUR FRIEND!
My eyes found his crotch again, but I ripped them away. I shouldn’t. I really really shouldn’t. It could ruin everything. We live together for godsake.
The last guy I slept with didn’t even make me come, and I haven’t had time to touch myself for three weeks at least, maybe four.
My breath came out shaky.
“How do you mean?”
He didn’t say anything, he just reached over and traced his little finger along the seam of my pants. Just the side of my leg, nothing sexual about that. I felt fire erupt from the place of contact. Was I really that desperate? Get it together!
“Nate?”
“We don’t have to,” he said, but his hand was still on my leg, still moving. I couldn’t speak, nothing would come out, I didn’t know what to do. I wanted this, but I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t.
His hand moved, sliding to grip my inner thigh. I let out an embarrassing squeak. I was sure he would make fun of me, that’s the kind of friendship we have, but he didn’t. His eyes were low, trained on some part of my body to avoid eye contact.
He just held my thigh over my pants for a moment. A few seconds, or maybe an hour.
Finally, he moved upwards, just a little. He traced a finger over my pussy. Layers away from his touch, it felt like direct contact. My breath hitched as I saw him grab his erection over his pants.
This was weird, it was getting too weird. I should stop it, I…
He briefly met my eyes, they were wide, hopeful, before he dropped them again.
“You’re really pretty. I don’t tell you that enough.”
My mouth wouldn’t move, I couldn’t move.
He pulled at himself over his pants and let out a small, pathetic noise. The type I’d make fun of him for, because we have that kind of relationship.
“I could make you feel good.”
Christ.
“I really could, I promise.”
I believe you.
“I promise I could, and I just…dude, I need it. I need you.” His hands moved a bit higher, they toyed with the waistband of my pants. “Are you wet?”
It was so breathy and erotic, and it should not have turned me on. But I’m just, I’m just a woman, I have needs.
He licked his lips, slowly, he leaned forward and planted a delicate kiss to my mouth. I wasn’t expecting it, but he pulled back almost immediately. He looked shy.
“Lets help each other out.”
I still couldn’t speak, I didn’t know how to, and if I did, I didn’t know what would come out. My rational brain was packing it’s bags.
“What if…what if it’s like, just the tip?”
Some distant, intelligent part of my head wanted to laugh at him. I’ve heard that before, it’s damn cliche. And what would that do for me?
“Just that, and then I’d focus on you. Come on, I’d make you feel so good. I’d…I’d play with your tits, then, I’d suck on your neck while I fingered you. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
“Just the tip, that’s all,” he repeated. And inexplicably, I found myself nodding.
He stopped hesitating. He took his shirt off first, then my shirt. I had an ugly old sports bra on underneath, I usually wore it in the room with him. It was practically second skin. He pressed another kiss to my lips, chaste as the first, then removed my bra.
He paused, leaned away from me, and ogled my chest.
“Jesus,” he swore, rubbing a hand over his clothed dick casually. “Were they always that big.”
“Shut up,” I said, finding my voice. He smiled, and he was the same old Nate in that moment, playful and childish, my best friend.
And then my best friend Nate was squeezing my boob, running his thumb over the nipple.
He took my pants off fast. He moved quickly. I wondered if he would just put it in and come instantly, I wondered why I agreed to such a thing.
“Ill make you come as many times as you want after, I promise. Just…just let me…” he kept repeating as he lined up.
He was on top of me, we were on the floor between our beds, between the beanbag chairs. The room was funny angle from down there, it was almost like Nate wasn’t Nate.
He kicked over empty bottles and swore. I was wet, he was right, but not enough to be totally comfortable.
He rubbed the head of his cock up against my clit. I gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders. He smirked at me, I didn’t like that, so I looked away.
“So pretty, so pretty under me.” He mumbled, moving down to my hole.
He moaned as he rubbed the head of his cock against my wetness. It didn’t feel like much to me, just an experience. I kind of thought he’d come by now.
Then, suddenly, he was inside me.
I cried out, shooting up instinctively but he was above me, so I had nowhere to go. I pushed against his shoulder in warning.
“Not what we agreed, fucker,” I squeezed my eyes shut. He was big, and I kind of forgot what it was like to have a real penis inside me. It was a lot.
“Im sorry,” he said, not seeming sorry when he began rutting inside me. “I am, I am sorry. You just felt so good, just let me, please? It’s been so long, and your body is so fucking sexy. Please, please let me.”
“Fuck me,” I said through gritted teeth. It was already done, he might as well give me something. “Just don’t come inside me.”
“Thank you,” he whined, he leaned down and rested his weight against me, burying his head in my shoulder as he lazily fucked me. It wasn’t impressive or all that pleasurable, and I decided to hold him to that multiple orgasms promise.
“Thank you,” he kept saying, was he crying? He may have been. “Fuck, fuck!”
He came, biting down on my shoulder, I felt him spill inside me.
“Fuck, Nate!” I swore, he would be buying me a goddamn planned B.
I pushed him up when he collapsed against me for too long. He pulled out, his cock still twitching slightly. It was weird to think that it was inside me. That he was inside me.
He leaned back and grabbed his discarded shirt. I watched him wipe his shiny cock and then use a clean portion of the shirt to clean off my thighs.
“Can i?” He asked, motioning for my pussy. Like he did much asking before. I nodded, and he worked to clean some of the drippy come out of me.
“Nate?” I asked, eyeing him. I was quite desperate for an orgasm, and the proximity of Nate to my area of need was making me feel crazy.
“Hmm?”
“About the multiple orgasms.”
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yanalanettebby · 4 months
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To lay the foundation I’d love to present my foundation piece of me
I.F.T.B; I Felt This Before (Poetry Ep)
Following Me (Poem 1)
Wow
Let me recover
Let me get this right
You don’t know me but your following me
Following me like I have millions
Following me like I have paid the way for you and whoever else
But in all reality instead of following me
Just follow my lead
But see I have to ask myself how can I ask you to follow my lead
When seriously I can’t even follow my own state of mind
But that’s just the selfish act on my claim
But you and me are just showing up in real time
But to be honest with you I know this isn’t the first time of introduction
Showing Up (Poem 2)
Wassup babe I’m here
Yeah your here now
But where the fuck were you
See I can’t get with all this momma called
My sister needed a sitter
My cousin needed advice
I was out with the boys shit
Fuck that
How are you just here for
when I call in the meantime
When you want some pussy
When you tryna get ya rocks off
When your main bitch on ha crazy shit again
Or when your momma
Oop let me not
Cause I see by your face im taking it to far
But how far are you willing to go for me
Cause I see now you’re just here
Showing up to
Claim what isn’t yours
So FUCK YOU NIGGA
But on the other hand
Thank you babe for showing up
Claim (Poem 3)
This is slightly embarrassing to talk about outloud
but when I love someone I love hard
even at first
but I need that love reciprocated
I need that sense of Claiming
I need that sense of I can’t loose you
I need that sense of claiming me as your own
I really refuse to let you go
See that’s how deep it is for me
Cause see god took the rib from Adam to make eve
but see god didn’t take the rib from you to make me
cause to the world we aren’t meant to be together
but as we are together We look beyond that
and make both of our ribs one and whole
That’s how deep our love is and honestly
Loving you is in my bones
You&Me (Poem 4)
Hmmph
This is an area of interest
But locked away in the depths of
What I hope to be real
But what I want to be real can’t happen
When I want it to
That’s the harsh reality
But I pray to gain a sense of self love
A sense of confidence
A sense of belonging in one’s arms
A sense that Cupid is on my side for once
And that I don’t have to worry about him not just wanting me for one thing
When in reality
In fucking reality
I find myself being the one
Stopping you
To reach me
Cause see we can’t even be In Touch
Cause I’m not even in touch with self
I lack in my home depo
While you shop in your
Forever 21
But why can’t we just create
Double C’s
Of love we
We’re made to have
See we were made for each other
Tho the world may perceive it as
Oh that ain’t gone work
They don’t even look right together
But you see me as well as I see you
And all we have is
You & Me
Selfish 5:00pm (poem 5)
Threw away your love letters
Sounding off
As 5pm creeped up
Already knowing what happens next when you pull up saying
Come outside
I’m outside
Can you hurry up
But I don’t get a hey
How you doing
How was your day
Just a come outside
Ooouu I just see you don’t know what love is
But lemme guess
You wasn’t raised in a affectionate home
But how be so
Sub tweeted
Like how can you be
Effectively unapproachable
Like how can you be so
Lack lustre
But let me guess as well
Following me again huh
Just so
Insubstantial
Accurately
Self defined
But I know
Honestly
Selfish
Just selfish enough to forget about me
Just selfish enough to care about what I think
Fuck my mental
Fuck my emotions
Fuck my physicality
You don’t know what love is
But I really need you to know
You don’t know what love is
Cause your just
Selfish
I Felt This Before (Poem 6)
Familiar
Particularly recognizable
The same to me
I can’t quiet shake
This feeling
It’s almost like butterflies in my stomach
But rather my stomach but my
Entire wellbeing
Superstitious of the moment
Cryptic to the state of mind
I don’t know what to call it
Like making my movement in time
Triggering to the memories of the garden
Connecting everything like a harmonic symphony
With every emotion there is to list
My mind tends to thrive in chaos but
This is the kind of chaos that is almost like
Deja Vu
Which I can’t control
Cause it makes its appearance
Like a thief in the night
You’d almost think it was my dreams coming to reality
It’s so undeniable
Only real is surrounding
But what I do know
I Felt This Before
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