#is now busy as fuck so we don't get to chat much anymore
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We Don't Have To Be Friends (1/2)
Characters: Cooper Howard/Lucy MacLean.
Summary: 3,507 words, Post Season One -- character study that was meant to be PWP, but then ended up being entirely plot. Part two will be smut or I will krill myself.
Warnings: Nothing you wouldn't see in the show.
( Ao3 )
> Part One | Part Two | Part Three <
Cooper never thought much about Hollywood anymore.
He had no reason to and no time either— but the thoughts bubbled up when he saw how the gold thread of his shirt dulled and familiar street signs melted into slack arches. Sometimes, he’d catch sight of a tattered newspaper with names he recognized or faces of people long since dead.
But nothing made him think of Hollywood the way Lucy did.
It hit him one afternoon with a nasty churn, that flash of the old world that locked his knees mid-stride. It was pathetic, really, when he thought about it now.
It was the flash of Lucy's Vault-Tec-sponsored smile over her shoulder, her thin hand with a necrotized finger pointing ahead of them at some landmark she’d heard of. With her head turned at just the right angle, and the sun was low as it caught the edges of her cheeks and lashes…
She had the sort of face girls in the movies had: clear skin, big eyes, and neat hair. Pretty — beautiful, actually, but not as a matter of compliment. Beautiful in the way she’d make a good price at any given market if he was inclined to sell her. Beautiful in the way people loved to exploit.
That’s the lifeblood of Hollywood—that churning mass of young talent desperate to prove they had what it takes. They’d sweet talk whoever they needed to, go to the parties, and chat his ear off about how amazing he’d been in whatever movie had come out lately, about the sponsorships they’d been offered, and about the dresses they got sent. They’d slip him their number and hold his bicep too long like they’d been taught to by managers and mothers alike.
Dozens of pretty women rushed to audition for the role of arm candy. They’d audition to play the mayor's daughter, the farmer's daughter, or so-and-so’s daughter. They’d always been the damsel. Then, whatever cowboy he’d been hired to play would toss the pretty woman onto the back of Sugarfoot and ride off into the sunset. The sort of girl who'd be gone by the next movie or end up married to a director, so she'd quit acting.
And, much like all the girls in Hollywood Cooper had spent time with, Lucy had changed. She had the same optimism, but it’d dulled; her marketable face now held tired, empty eyes. It was like she finally caught onto the world’s current: no sunset and no next movie.
Cooper couldn’t fault her. It's a strange journey to discover what to do to survive.
“Hey Cooper — is that it?” Lucy asked, repeating herself. The sprawl of buildings ahead was dotted with torches and candles.
Cooper nodded, his hand firm on Dogmeat’s collar.
A short strip of buildings stood out against the expanse of desert and dry shrubs. Each building leaned towards another, with sheet metal fastened with unskilled welding. Several turrets puttered away, seeking whatever wasn’t humanoid enough. Strips of fabric and tin cans garlands peppered the buildings' front. The smaller buildings on either side were your standard fare: a repair shop, a medic, a trader with a little diner area.
But the one Cooper was after stood out for its neon sign—Hell’s Oasis.
Hell’s Oasis served its purpose—it was a decent place to get information, and the people minded their business. They weren’t too bothered with ghouls or mutants as long as you had caps. The place often served as a meeting ground for bounty hunters and their contractors. It was also one of the more upscale places, as they wouldn’t harvest organs unless you died of natural causes.
And, if you couldn’t fight or forage for survival, you could fuck for it.
(Not that Cooper ever wasted caps on the whores who took residence within Hell’s Oasis. He’d sooner pay people to fuck off than spend the night with him.)
Cooper grabbed Lucy by the nape of her neck to yank her close and keep her firmly by his side. Most people he brought here, he left here — call it a force of habit to handle her so roughly.
“I can walk, y’know,” Lucy hissed.
“Stick close,” Cooper clicked his tongue at her, and a slight hiss followed. His grip flexed to further the message that she’d do well to follow his guidance.
They made their way through the hotel lobby, the moldy carpet slick against the floor with dirt and grease from the world outside. A few people chattered away in the attached bar, laughing at jokes Cooper couldn’t make out. Casino chips clattered on the table as they played made-up card games.
Long dead plants clung to arid dirt, the sticks of old ferns wilting against one another. Metal crates were lashed together in each corner of the alcove where the front desk sat, providing a makeshift cage between the staff and the patrons. Several girls rushed past Cooper and Lucy, jeering and cackling as they approached the bar. They were clad in lacy nightgowns. He couldn’t tell if they knew they were lingerie rather than clothes or if they’d even care.
“It’s so lively here,” Lucy said, a pang of something in her face.
“It happens in pockets,” Cooper said with a shrug of his shoulder. Little uh… spots of life.”
“Must be why they call it an oasis.”
Cooper rolled his eyes as they reached the front desk. Magazines sat in thick stacks with information about local tours in the area and a guide to the national parks. An abandoned handbag was tucked against the desk, which Lucy eyed with curiosity.
Cooper slapped the front desk bell a few times, a gargling growl low in his throat.
They needed this break after a couple of weeks on the road together. Water was getting sparse, and he wanted to be ready to meet with whoever the fuck Hank had run off to. And in such an open desert, there’s no sense traveling at night, and all manner of dumb shit came up along the way.
It was always something. People needed help or some dumb cunt trying to pick a fight, resupplies, rest… He didn’t like helping people much, but Lucy argued with him whenever they tried to go on without at least trying. And whether the people lived or died, at least they tried. That was her argument.
But Lucy listened to him a little more now, and he was as patient as he could be with her.
Cooper rang the bell again. He wanted a room, and the chattering laughter in the bar was only making his aches worse.
Priscilla appeared from behind a moth-eaten velvet curtain. Her hairline was hidden beneath a thick headscarf with puffy blond curls bouncing beneath it. The last time he’d been here, her hair had begun to rot out of her skull. He guessed it’d only gotten worse. She’s still pretty, mirroring that old-world red lip with pin curls.
“Oh my God, is that you, Coop? I haven’t seen you in a long time,” Priscilla said in a slow, low voice. She had a rasp to it, always had, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the radiation or a smoking habit.
“Was underground,” Cooper said with a lazy smile. He wouldn’t mention that he’d been underground in a literal sense, trapped in a coffin.
“Well, it’s nice for you to come to see us and…” Priscilla’s gaze slid to Lucy, that usual surprise swelling up at the sight of a genuine Vault Dweller. They weren’t hard to spot. “Ah, you turning her in for a bounty?”
Lucy’s head snapped towards him, a mixture of shock and disgust.
“No,” Cooper shook his head, his grip firm on Lucy’s neck to turn her head away from him. His fingers tensed before they dropped away altogether, brushing across Lucy’s shoulder. “Tag-along. Helpin’ her uh…” He picked through the words that came to mind, cautious not to share too much. “Adjust to the surface.”
Priscilla’s jaw squared as she stared Lucy down.
“We’re just lookin’ for a room, some food,” Cooper said before she could pry further. “Usual fare.”
“Please,” Lucy said, like Cooper had forgotten, and it was important to say. “The usual fare, please.”
“She speaks,” Priscilla said in a purr.
Cooper had to give Lucy credit. She’d stayed quiet much longer than he’d expected.
“Oh, we’ll also need water,” Lucy said, looking up at Cooper. “For cleaning and drinking. I’m not sure if you separate it that way or if you reuse it unless you have showers.”
Priscilla narrowed her eyes. “Running water? We can get you a bucket of water, sweetness. That alright with you?”
“It works great for me. Big fan of buckets. They’re the backbone of agriculture and cleaning, really, if you think about it…” Lucy agreed, her smile as bright as the neon sign by the front window.
Priscilla looked at Cooper and then at Lucy, repeating the loop before she sauntered behind a moth-eaten velvet curtain strung up with zip ties. The distant hum of a generator underscored the silence as Cooper picked over the board of caricatures. Plenty of people were banned from the premises or with a bounty on their heads — no one stood out on the board, at least.
“She was giving us a weird look,” Lucy leaned closer to Cooper, feigning a swipe of her hand through her hair. The floor creaked as she shifted her weight closer to him. “Is it the bucket thing? I panicked.”
Cooper scoffed from the back of his throat.
“It is safe here, right? You trust her?”
“It’s safe,” Cooper bared his teeth at Lucy, begging her to return to the docile silence she’d thrived in.
“Then why — ”
Cooper hissed for her to shh through clenched teeth.
Priscilla pushed past the curtain. She gripped a little blue card with faded gold edges. A key with a golden ball chain was attached to the edge. It felt strangely archaic to be so formal about lodgings, but it was why he liked this place.
“I guess it makes sense,” Priscilla said as she slid the key to Cooper. She nodded to Lucy. “You wanting a girl who’s more… Old—world flavor. It reminds you of the golden years, hm?”
“Six, right?” Cooper ignored her question, his gaze fixed to the card.
“Six,” Priscilla repeated, her gaze on Lucy.
Cooper tossed a few caps onto the front desk, the clatter of metal their own punctuation. He notched his head towards the stairs, and Dogmeat and Lucy followed in stride. He was eager for the simple things — water, food, and a moment to let his bags rest.
“Wanting a girl…” Lucy smiled, mumbling more of Priscilla’s words under her breath.
After several flights of stairs and a few hours, Cooper felt all the better. He’d eaten his fill and enjoyed the peace of an enclosed room. He didn’t often allow himself such a luxury, as being in a settlement put a target on your back for any larger groups. But it’d been two weeks since they’d had proper rest out of the elements.
Tracking Hank wasn’t easy, either. That suit meant he could skip over all the pocked landscape and roaming threats. What would take him an hour to travel by air was a day for them sometimes, a fact that spurred Cooper on. But they couldn’t rush, as rushing would only get them killed.
One wrong step and you were deathclaw chow.
“God, more, please!”
And there went the silence. Cooper’s eye twitched; his lipless mouth sneered at the screeches.
Whoever had taken up residence in room five was making the most of their money — an hour straight of screams and moans, an hour straight of Lucy pretending to read. She’d picked up a holotape at the last outpost they’d stopped at; something about a sequel she’d always wanted to continue reading.
By the second hour, it wasn’t so much that room five stopped fucking. But they at least got a lot quieter about it. The occasional shriek or moan rattled through the air vents, but it was far and few between.
Lucy lay across the double bed, her boots discarded beside the door. Her vault suit hung from the defunct radiator. Her washing was all done, and she’d freshened up, the usual Lucy shit. She’d helped herself to the water and changed into some pajama set she’d pilfered from a house a few days back.
“I think it’s nice,” Lucy said into the open air of the hotel room.
Cooper looked up from his shotgun, teeth bared like he was trying to smile. “The quiet?”
“No,” Lucy smiled at the wall between them and room five. “That people can find love, even now.”
Cooper couldn’t stop himself from laughing at that. The cackles shook from low in his lungs and caught him so off-guard he hacked up some foul muck into his palm. He hissed through a wheezed breath as he fumbled with his RadAway puffer.
“I mean it! It’s not funny!”
“That ain’t love, Vaultie,” Cooper coughed out, his eyes narrowed as drool and tears mingled on his cheeks. He wiped his face, fine skin catching against the scarred, leathery mess. “That…” He pointed to the wall. “S’probably a whore and her John making the most of the caps.”
Lucy’s eyes darted as she picked apart what he’d said. “John..?”
“John’s a term for uh…” Cooper’s jaw strained against a smile, though it was far too cruel to be kind. “A guy who pays for sex.”
“Ah, wasteland slang,” she said with a solemn nod, as if it made sense she hadn’t caught on immediately.
“Old world slang,” Cooper corrected.
Lucy looked around the hotel room anew, like she’d finally caught on to what this place really was. She scooted to the edge of the bed, to sit with her legs angled towards him. “That woman at the front desk said you’d want a girl who’s old world — she thought I was a prostitute. ”
“Maybe.”
Lucy crossed her arms as if she had more to say on the matter. But then she remained quiet, uncharacteristically so.
“S’waste of caps.”
“Hiring me to have sex with you? Actually, I know all about sexual gratification, so I think it’d be a great use of money — caps.”
Cooper stared Lucy down as if he couldn’t parse what she’d just said. “Paying anyone money to fuck you is a waste.” Cooper tongued his lips apart. “Bullets. Meds. There’s shit worth paying for. Sex is — ”
“Important.”
“Sex ain’t worth much.”
“To you, maybe,” Lucy frowned. “It’s an act of love and intimacy, and… It’s how humanity continues, and it’s — fun if done well.”
“You wanna waste your caps on some cock?” Cooper snapped, his hand flapping at the door. “Be my guest.”
“No,” Lucy shook her head. “I don’t want to, but I’m saying that I… I think killing people is probably worse than sleeping with people for caps. If it’s to survive, I think it makes sense. Morally speaking.”
“Don’t,” Cooper snarled.
Cooper didn’t like how Lucy spoke to him most days, but this was a new, worse permutation. Her Vault-addled morality was sickening enough on its own, as she embodied whatever bullshit had been drip-fed to her by the company who’d bought her vault. Not that he was without sin, given the shit he’d done to survive this long.
But sex and love and all that shit was not front of mind. He needed to find his family and to know what happened to them. He didn’t need a two-cap blowjob from a stranger in the dim light of some bar. Though, in all honesty, his drug habit mixed with the amount of alcohol he’d drowned himself in, some nights got hazy.
There’s that animalistic, self-destructive part of him that won on his worst nights. The same part of him that kept him alive, the same part that let him do all the miserable shit he needed to do to survive.
But it’s certainly never been love. Not since Barb.
Never again, he’d wager.
"I had sex once," Lucy said this like it was a point of pride, now on her feet. She idled beside the bed, her gaze settled onto the empty space she’d been lying. "With my husband, but…" Her face twisted with this delayed amusement. She turned towards him, closing the gap between them.
Lucy’s eyes remained unfocused as she stared at the marked table between them, where his shotgun lay across a dirty cloth. "Does that make us both widows..? You said you have a family, right? So, you were probably married and had at least one kid. Not trying to presume, so tell me if I’m wrong, but… You said that in the observatory. That’s what you’re after."
Cooper parted his lips, a nasty tilt to his hairless brow.
Lucy gave a tight smile. "I was married. Only for a few hours, but… It was an arranged marriage, I didn’t meet him until the wedding. It turned out he was a raider from the surface posing as my match from Vault 32 and…" At this point, Lucy caught herself. “I feel for you, if you lost someone. That’s all.”
“You ain’t a widow.”
“Technically — ”
Cooper stood up, unable to stay seated. “You say you’re a widow like it’s a fact outta some book. The shit you went through — you’re an experiment gone wrong, not a damn widow,” Cooper said, his voice flat.
Lucy’s face twitched at his words as if she struggled to keep her smile. “Well, guess what? We’re all an experiment gone wrong, whether you’re in a vault or not.”
Cooper’s eyes twitched, narrowing in the dark of their hotel room. Room five was quiet, which made this moment all the worse. He didn’t like how she spoke about him, as if she knew what was happening in his mind. He wasn’t some wounded man looking for sympathy.
He wasn’t anything.
“Go back to your holotapes,” Cooper said with a jut of his chin. “You’ve been up here a few weeks, acting like you know how it is.”
“Well, I know we’ve all been screwed over by people hundreds of years ago, and I’m sorry if I’m not as beaten down by it as you, but — I’m just trying to share things with you, to…” Lucy struggled through her words, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. “We don’t have to be friends, but we have to be — something.”
The couple in room five screeched. Cooper tensed out of habit but relaxed again when he reasoned what the noise was. It didn’t solve the fierce look on Lucy’s face as she stared him down, her fists clenched by her pajama-clad thighs.
“I don’t want to fight with you,” Lucy said, shaking her damp hair out of her face. She stood idle by the table as if she had just realized she had stepped towards him in their argument. There was a bird-like shake to her chest, her heart and lungs quick beneath bone.
It was moments like this that made his nature crystalline to him — that thin line she couldn’t perceive of how easy it’d be to string her up by the ankles and bleed her dry. Of how easy it’d be to slide into that ache for warm flesh between his teeth and blood down his throat.
Ghouls aren’t welcome in most settlements for a reason, and Lucy is too damn optimistic to learn that lesson.
Cooper tongued the inside of his cheek, and his teeth gnashed at the frayed edge of his lip. “We have to be something, huh?”
Lucy’s brow twitched, and her jaw strained as she tried to stand taller. She nodded as something like hope softened her stern expression.
It wasn’t hard to close the gap. It was even easier to grab that ponytail she always wore and yank her head close, fist tight in her hair as he brought her close. Her hand scrabbled against the table, and nails dug into the wood as their eyes met.
“Don’t you ever talk about my family again,” Cooper said, his voice level. “We clear?”
Lucy’s breathing redoubled, but she nodded. Her nostrils flared as he let her go with a firm shove. There was a real sense of satisfaction as he felt her perception of him shift as if she’d forgotten she was dealing with a monster rather than a man. As if the rotted skin and exposed tensions, or the gaping hole where his nose had once been, weren’t enough warning.
Pretty girls in Hollywood were overlooked as much in his time — all in the name of survival in a race that no one really won. You took your part and played it until the work dried up. Then, you prayed for sponsorships, deals, and other things to spare you from the real world.
He watched it with co-stars, time and again. It wasn’t much different now, just less rhinestones and more rads.
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Jealous
Pairings: Seonghwa × y/n & Wooyoung [ex bf]
Genre/tags: fake relationship, jealousy, maybe a little smut? Angst? A bit slow
Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 cursing, smut, making out, pet names, fighting, smoking and alcohol drinking, unprotected sex, semi public [lmk if i miss anything]
Words: 3.0k
Disclaimer:
- this story is just made up
- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊
Note: this is a repost. Check pinned post ♥️
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Break ups sucks! Especially if your the one that got dumped and you have no choice but to see the other person every fucking day because you go to the same university and have the same circle of friends. This is what they mean by dating your friend will ruin your life. I should've just not tried dating him. Because if I didn't, I would've not have gotten to know him more and fell in love. Yes, I regret it now but what can I do now?
Yes, Wooyoung is a nice person. He's sweet, understanding and all the shit things girls like. Add that he's good looking, sexy and had this bad boy charisma in him. But now, I don't have him. He let me go. He let me go because I am too much for him now. He wants to focus on studying and does not want any distraction right now. He said he won't have time now to date or even think about anything else. Psssh. Who is he kidding? He can't be in a relationship with me but when we all have nights out with friends he's always present and enjoying? Whats the difference? It's not like we go on dates every fucking day! To be honest, we only meet when we were in school.
I am not that demanding for dates. Coz i understand he's busy.
Ugh. Fuck him. I am a distraction for him? Maybe our relationship was just nothing at all for him. Maybe... the more than one year we were together is just nothing for him. I don't know anymore. Maybe I'm just not his type. And he just realized it late. I'm different from all the other girls he dated before. Maybe I'm that boring for him.
"Stop staring..." a hand appears in front of my face, handing me a strawberry milk shake. "You'll poke a whole through the glass window if you keep looking at him."
It's Seonghwa. Wooyoung's best friend. They've been friends even before university. Seonghwa is like Wooyoung. Charismatic, bad boy image, a nice and kind person and all. The only difference is Woo is the text book extrovert that you can imagine. He gets along with everyone. Talks to everyone. He can get friendly to a lot of people even to those who are a bit questionable. He is that nice. He does not want to judge people that easily so he tries. While Seonghwa is more of the quiet and reserved person. He can get along with people easily especially if you guys are close and friends but he's acts a bit more cold to strangers or in general people who he does not vibe with.
"Thanks..." I take the drink from him. "Why are you here outside? The boys are all in there?"
He pulls out a cigarette from his leather jacket and takes one out from the pack using his lips. "They invited a few freshmen girls..." he lights it up and scrunches his noise with annoyance
"Men." I roll my eyes, shaking my head
"Not all men..." he puffs smoke off, "I'm here."
"Jeez, sorry..." I smile
"How are you doing?"
"Good... I guess..."
"How long has it been?"
"A month..."
"Hmm..."
Seonghwa and I, are not THAT close. We do share a few likes and interest like photography and painting as both of us have those as hobbies. But we never really talked about personal stuffs about each other besides things that are related to Wooyoung.
"Is Wooyoung still talking to you?"
"Well..." I take a sip of my drink and look at the sunset that is happening in front of us. "I asked him... to give me time... like to slowly let him off my system... meet me, chat a little.. text me good morning and goodnight... still... and then slowly lessen the communication..."
"Is it working?"
"I hope it is..." I look back inside the coffee shop and see him being friendly with the girl. "Because fuck it still hurts." I whirl my head back and try to fight the tears in my eyes. "If only there's a quick remedy for me to move on and forget."
"There is."
I gaze at him, "there is?"
The corner of his lips slowly curves up, "date again."
"What? I can't."
"Why not?"
"I'm not ready to be in a relationship again! Besides... I'm not..."
"Not what?"
"I'm not the usual girl... guys likes..."
"What do you mean by that?"
I put my drink on the table. "Look at me..." I point out to Seonghwa my appearance, "and then look at the freshmen girls in there."
He looks confused as he glances at both direction. "I don't get what you mean... for me, you and the girls are the same. Both beautiful women."
"Oh."
He looks stunned on how I reacted. "Don't Wooyoung ever tell you how beautiful you are...?"
I look down at the floor. "He does actually..."
"Hmm...I see."
We were both silent for quiet sometime.
Yes. Wooyoung always tells me or rather reassures me that I am beautiful which makes me glad and happy. He always says it but I don't feel it when we are both together and with other people. I gave an effort to always look presentable when I am with him. I learn how to put make up more than the casual look I know and even grew my hair so I can curl it or tie it nicely every once in a while. But there were moments that all my efforts were not noticed because he was busy.
"Stop doing that." Seonghwa makes me look at him, tilting my head up his hand on my chin. He then puff smoke off one last time before dumping his stick on the ashtray. He's forehead is wrinkled. He looks sort of irritated.
"What?"
"Come with me."
"Huh?"
He jolts up and pulls me with him, taking me by my wrist.
We go back inside the coffee shop where the rest of our circle of friends are in. He puts his arm around me and guides me where to go. I am so lost on what is he doing but I am not complaining because it's Seonghwa
"We'll get going..." he says as we reach the pack.
"Going?" Wooyoung asks him before his eyes goes to me. "You two?"
"We decided to hang out." Seonghwa answers, looking straight at Woo
"Ah... I see... where?" He ask
"It's a secret." Seonghwa then turns me around to make me walk first. "See you guys on monday.
His hand is still on my back, guiding me where to walk like I don't know where the exit door is.
"What was that?" I ask him as we start to walk along the sidewalk.
He drops his hand and then both place it inside his jackets pockets. "Helping you..."
"Helping me? W-what do you mean?"
"I am friends with Wooyoung for a long time now...and I know it when he's being a jerk."
"I'm not sure about...what you're saying..."
He stops walking and faces me. I replicate. "I'm sorry to break it to you... but the girl... with the short hair... Woo has been eyeing here for a few months now..."
"W-what?"
"He's a good person in general... but he sucks at being a boyfriend."
I felt my heart broke into a million pieces. "What the fuck?!?" I am shaking. I am mad. "So he break up with me, saying he's going to focus on 'studies' as we're graduating is a fucking lie??"
He takes my hand and pulls me to walk again but I jerk my hand off.
"Where are you taking me?" I am basically yelling now. "You knew this????"
He's face is still calm even though I'm throwing all my anger at him right now.
"Let's talk. But not here." He tried to make me walk again with him but I am not letting him. He's calm persona break as he got a little irritated on how hard headed I am. "When I tell you to shut up first and come with me, do it okay?" He then lifts me up over his shoulder making me squeal. "Keep quiet." He hushes me.
"Okay! Okay! I will! Just put me down! This is embarassing."
My feet touches the floor again, my face is red and hot.
"You will listen to me now?" He asks
I nod.
"Good." He walks and I follow.
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We reach the parking lot and got into his car. I slightly calmed down now after that long walk from the coffee shop to his car.
"Here." He hands me his leather jacket. "You're shaking like a twig when we're walking."
"Thanks."
Seonghwa then starts to explain to me what he noticed and what he knew. He said, Our break up he had no idea about that. It was a shocker for him too but then again after, he starts to notice little by little how Wooyoung acted a little different. New clothes, new perfume and a change in schedule of the times he goes home. They usually go home together as Wooyoung rides with him. But now, he brings his car and he has no idea where Woo goes.
"So, seeing the girls today..."
"Confirms my suspicion..."
"Fuck!" I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated. "So, I was nothing to him...? Just a fling?"
"He liked you..."
"Yeah... right..." I snort, in disbelief
"Do you want to get back to him?"
"I want to! Of course! But... I'm not a violent person... I can't do cat fights or physically hurt Woo..." I sound so frustrated.
I can't believe it! So the Good Wooyoung I knew, my friend, really did cheat on me in a way. He broke up with me just to hit on another girl! What a jerk! I never thought the guy who I liked, I was serious on and loved just saw a random chick and suddenly forgot about me. The nerves! What's wrong with men?
"Use me then."
My eyes widens, "E-excuse me? W-what did you say?"
Seonghwa is looking straight at me, back to his calm and collective state. "Use me."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Simple. Pretend you're dating me."
"Huh?"
"One thing about Wooyoung is... he gets jealous. For him, what his is his. Even he already threw it away."
"I don't..."
"Do you want it or not?"
"But... Why... I mean... why are you doing this?"
"To help you..."
"He's your friend..." I ask
"So? That doesn't mean I agree and support him to everything he does. Besides, dumping you is... his mistake."
I try to process everything that's happening. Earlier I'm just being sukly and pouty about our break up, now I am all angry and defeated. Then I have Seonghwa here, Woo's hot best friend, asking me to use him. I mean, USE HIM AND PRETEND TO BE MY BOYFRIEND TO GET BACK TO WOOYOUNG.
"Oh gosh." I massage the temples of my head. "I'm getting dizzy by just thinking."
"Decide now."
"Wait. Why are you rushing? Can't you give me time to think first?"
"No, decide now. Before it's too late."
"Too late for what?"
"I can see him from afar, coming... looking for my car."
I was about to look back but then Seonghwa grab my face and ask me to look at him, only him. "Just agree and then our deal starts now."
"W-what. Wait.. I am..."
"Say yes."
"B-but... what are we going to do... if I agree...?"
"Everything...." his face moves closer, "Date...kiss... touch... and... more..." his eyes goes to my eyes to down my body. "As long as you want it."
Fuck. Why is he saying it like that? I could hear my breathing and my head throbbing. Like my heart is about to explode! I don't know what to think now. But maybe because I am bitter and angry at the moment, I agreed to him "Okay... fine... let's do it."
Seonghwa smirks, "Good girl..."
He leans forward and crashes his lips to mine. His hands on my jaw, guiding me again, tilting my head to the side so he can push in further into the kiss. I can slightly taste the cigarette from earlier. But that taste slowly fades away as the kiss deepens. And I don't have an explanation how and why. But the kiss becomes sweet all of a sudden.
I don't want him to stop. I want his tongue in my mouth more. I want this. This is so sexy. It's so... darn good and delicious!
Unconciously, my hands goes to around his neck. My body is finding a comfy way for me to kiss him back. Then his hand, slowly goes to my neck, to my shoulder then down my chest area. He cups one of my breast getting a quiet moan out of me.
I felt a smile from his lips while we are kissing. "You... sound... so sexy" he utters in between kisses
We are getting intense as minutes goes by. I am already climbing on top of him. His hands are all over my body, touching my skin under my clothes and shending wild shivers all over me. This is so intense. I've never experienced a make out like this before.
Like I said, Wooyoung must've found me boring because I've never been like this in public or semi public. But with Seonghwa, out of nowhere, I am like this. And we just had our deal like 10minutes ago. Why am I so at ease with him?
He grunts as his hands reaches my hips, gently eases me down. I could feel his erection. Hard.
"Fuck..." he hisses smiling, throwing his head back, as we both pull away from the kiss catching our breathes in rythm. "Y/n, you're driving me insane."
I lean forward, my head resting on his chest. I could hear his heart beating as fast as mine "what if someone sees us?" I ask
"Then let them see..." he tilts my head up so he could kiss me again. "You're one heck of a kisser."
I blush, "I'm not..." I back away a little. "You are..."
"Y/n, you can feel my erection from my pants. Believe me, it's you."
I bite my lip, nervously. "I don't know what to say..."
He arches a brow, "Well, what do you want us to do next?"
Fuck me! Just freakin' fuck me. Make me scream. Make me want you. That's what my brain is screaming but my lips can't say it.
"Y/n, it's okay.... it's okay to want sex... trust me... I'm okay with it." He pulls me in his embrace and kisses me again. But this time, it's more intimate and soft. "So, tell me..." he nuzzles his face onto my neck. "Tell me what you want..."
Oh what the heck! Let's do this!
I begin stripping for him. First I untie my hair. Revealing my long wavy dark hair up to my breast. Then I take blouse off and my bra next.
"I want you..."
He take his shirt off and unbuckles his belt to reveal all of him to me. His lean muscle, toned abs and his...
"Shit." I hiss as I see his length.
"You like what you see, darling?" He adjust his position carrying me along. I felt the tip of his length brush over my core and it already made me shiver. "If it's too much, tell me and I'll stop... okay?"
I hug him and nodded, "please..." I beg
One subtle thrust, he's in.
"Ahh, f-fuck!" I gasp.
"Okay?"
"Yes, I'm okay."
He searches for my face, clearing all the hair covering my face. "Look at me... I want to see your face when I fuck you..."
Every push and pull is driving my crazy. I've never felt this aroused, excited and thirsty while doing it. It's so addicting how he kisses me, how he touches me and how he pleases me. This is just our first time doing it out of spite. A deal just to make your ex jealous who probably just saw you two kissed for like 10 seconds and left but here you are having fun, naked and volnurable in the parking lot.
"You're blushing..." he says. He runs his knuckles lightly on your cheek.
"Ah!" I cry, gripping to hard on his shoulders. "S-so, g-good!" I'm breathing so hard
The more I move my hips with his rythm the more I could feel the sensation in me. I'm almost there!
"Where do you want me to... come...?" He grunts. He's also about to hit his climax.
"Please... in me..." I lean forward to kiss him, "I'm taking pills... It's okay."
Holy crap! This is it! I lost my shits the moment both of us came just seconds apart. I never felt a relieved when he continously hit the spot for me, letting me enjoy it and made me come first. And then when I felt him fill me up, the warm sensation, its beautiful. I know it's not a sexy word to describe it but... it is.
Laughing quietly, "This is just in the car... limited time and space... I'm curious how wonderful our tandem would be in bed..."
I kiss his chest and lick him from there till I reach the neck, "We can find out... next time..."
"Love that..."
We start to get dress, giggling on how on earth did we accomplished ourselves without anyone reporting us. Seonghwa said, yes his car is tinted but he's sure a few people saw the rocking car.
"That would be hilarious and embarassing if... we got caught naked and linked." I says while I clasping my bra.
Seonghwa let's me get dressed at the back so I have more space. He know how complicated girls' outfits are.
"Y/n... has anyone told you before... how cute you are... blushing?"
"I don't think... anyone ever mentioned that..."
"If so... let me do the honor... Y/n, You are so cute blushing... like earlier... I will never forget how cute you looked."
"Stop... I am getting embarassed. Let's just go... please?"
"Okay..." he smiles. Then he bends down to pick his bag. "Before we go, can I take a photo of you?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Because... your fucking sexy."
#ateez smut#hard hours#seonghwa smut#ateez hard hours#ateez seonghwa#ateez wooyoung#ateez x y/n#ateez x female reader#ateez x reader#ateez x you#ateez angst#ateez fanfiction#atz fanfic#atz x reader#atz smut#atz wooyoung#atz seonghwa#atz scenarios
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title -> alight
genre -> angst turned into fluff
pair -> jisung x gn!reader
plot -> crushing on someone is easy (but anxiety and jealousy don't think so)
warnings -> cursing + one mention of anxiety
words -> 1421
lowercase intended
i'm so obsessed, i go to bed i get undressed
i lie in bed, look at the ceiling and i find you in my head
yet again, i wash my hair, i tell myself that i don't care
about the girls you find appealing
or what's under what you wear.
alight / ninajirachi
thoughts running a marathon in my head as i get home from minho(e)'s party. my glitter still hangin' and my mascara is intact but i still feel a heavy weight on my heart as i start to take it off completely. how pathetic can one be? to see the boy you like for so long, talking to another guy/girl and feeling that immediate weight on your shoulders, those bad thoughts crawling back and that heavy heart that won't be fixed with nothing but a confession. minho(e) is gonna kill me for leaving but i did not care, i needed to be alone in my room with my anxiety & emotions like a tsunami in me.
i knew i wasn't the perfect candidate but i always had hope we would be something more. when i first got introduced to him, i fell so hard, it hit me like a wave and i just had to be friends with him at least. now movin' on two years later and i'm still hanging on a crush (that's clearly not a crush anymore) and on a friendship (that i wanted it to be more) and all of my friends saying "you should just tell him!" (ehem, minhoe, ehem) but it's not that easy isn't it?. as i looked at myself once again in the mirror i realized that i was nothing like the guys/girls he used to have a crush on and i have so many flaws. this is where chan comes in and tells me "everyone has flaws" but if i hear that speech one more time, i might kick his ass back to australia.
i wasn't crying this time, just staring at the ceiling and waiting for the messages of "where are u" to pop up. first one from minho(e) obviously, then binnie, then chan and lastly jisung. god he didn't even know how much a message from him turns my world around and my attention just draws back to him. but then i remember that pretty guy/girl he was chatting with, their long hair, their flirting...
yeah i was screwed wasn't i?
sung<3
fuck why did you leave
you know i can't do these kinds of things alone
that was at 1:38 am and the second message was true, i was just like him. parties were never my cup of tea but i dealt with them mostly fine if i had my friends by my side, today wasn't one of those days. as much as i tried to get as pretty as i could to impress (myself & someone), all of them seemed to have better business and that was probably getting a hook up to go home to. i was never the hook up kind so i was just left all alone as i observed the other people in the house. but as soon as it hit 1:00 am, i decided that it would be better to head home. kind of dangerous to just walk to my home in the middle of the night but my heart felt so heavy as i tried not to picture jisung kissing another person.
sung<3
can i come over?
i rlly wanted to talk to u
oh god, my worst nightmare was about to come true. i will have the impulse to confess and this night is gonna end more terribly than it already has. i debated whether i should pretend i was sick but i could never do that, they always see right through me so i just responded "sure" and tried to dress presentable. if i knew i was seeing him again i wouldn't have taken off my makeup but barefaced it is. it didn't take him too long since i wasn't that far from minho(e)'s house and i left the door opened. there he was in all of his glory with his beautiful squishy cheeks and his hair getting blonder day by day. i'm not drunk, just hopelessly in love with an idiot. which reminds me, why is he here? why isn't he with that guy/girl i saw him earlier? oh god if i ruined his chances of getting laid he will kill me.
"(y/n) hi." ok this is odd, he never calls me by full name but i'm gonna play along.
"han jisung what do i owe you the pleasure to?" i ask as i look at him from the living room. i didn't even bother to move since he opened the door himself and i was just too fucking broken over stupid shit to care anymore. "thought you would stay longer at the party."
"i got bored without you there." he said and i could tell he was being honest, his eyes never lie as he moved next to me and sat down on the couch. "i thought you would stay longer too but you didn't even tell anyone you were going."
yeah that was a bad move on me, one message would've been enough but when you get so fucking lost in sadness, you don't really care do you?
"i know, i'm sorry about that." i pouted and he just shook his head as he gave me that little smile of his. god i was so head over heels for this idiot and i don't know how much longer i'm gonna last with these feelings until i burst. "you shouldn't have left though."
"why not?" he asked and i could feel his hand on my thigh as he looked at me puzzled. i immediately blushed at the sensation and just didn't know what to say but i found a way to send my words out.
"i just thought you were having fun like chan, minho(e) and bin." i said and i wasn't wrong to think that. he walked in with the person and stayed with them most of the night. god what if it was his significant other? and i was just being an asshole? panicking is the only thing i know how to do.
"me? not at all, just spent the whole night trying to think how to approach you and failing." ok that was also weird, why would he need to think how to talk to me? we've been friends for 2 years. "i'm sorry i didn't, i'm just a coward at the end of the day."
"what do you mean? you're not sung and definitely don't need to think of ways of approaching me, we're friends right?" i ask and he sighs, i felt like i said the wrong words immediately. i want to get inside his head just to see what he's thinking so much about, i wanna know what he's feeling and what he's saying, especially since i seem to not be getting anything at all.
"that's the problem, god how the fuck do i say this? i'm the worst with words." well that's also a lie since he's the best freestyle rapper i know (don't tell bin) and somehow he's more nervous than i am about this situation. i felt more calm in his presence which is something he always tend to drive me to. i love talking to him because it feels easy and like nothing's gonna bother me anymore when i'm with him. "can i do something? you can punch me in the face later but please just once".
"you can do anything sungie and i wouldn't punch you ever." i said and his trembling hand found it's way to my cheek, caressing it softly. i felt like i could melt right then and there as he just closed his eyes and i did the same, feeling a pair of my lips fitting right in with mine, it wasn't the perfect kiss but it was definitely more than perfection to me. it didn't get heated and it wasn't just a peck but it was so beautiful that i had to make it last. that's when all the doubts went away and i truly felt like i was floating.
as we split away, i could only feel my hand on my lips as i looked at him and he just smiled again. his full on smile made me blush crimson red as i tried to hide from him but he just took my hands away from my face and whispered softly.
"i am so in love with you since i first met you".
i felt everything come into place just with those words as i responded.
"i've been dying to hear that since i first saw you."
#skz drabbles#skz imagines#stray kids imagines#stray kids drabbles#jisung#skz jisung#jisung imagines#jisung scenarios#jisung x reader#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#skz scenarios#sourbinnie#skz songfics#skz imagine
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Ayup! I saw that your requests are open so I was wondering...if you have time, could you possibly write something about CC!platonic!Wilbur x GN!aromantic!teen!reader and they have a cute sibling relationship? Maybe after reader comes out to the public, they get hate for "ruining" romantic ships that fans created with reader and someone else (can't think of any specific person so it could be reader's best friend they've had on stream a couple times) and Wilbur stands up for them?? As an aromantic who craves and adores this type of content, it kinda bums me out that I can't seem to find it anywhere. (sorry if this is too long or too specific, i just really like the way you write). Could be headcannons or a oneshot, whichever is comfy and easiest for you. Whether you'd like to ignore or write, it's up to you, feel free to do with this what you will. Have an amazing day/night! :]
Happy Pride month!! Here's some headcannon things! I used "Alex" as the best friend's name because it's pretty androgynous and can be used for any gender.
I've been crazy busy recently, and so caught up with other things, but hopefully this offers you the content you wanted <3
Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Gn!Aro!Reader (Platonic)
Abashed Aromantic
Wilbur is absolutely pissed when he sees the sheer amount of hate you're getting on Twitter.
He wants to make a statement right then, but you convince him it's fine and that the love you're getting from the community greatly outweighs the hate.
It takes a lot of convincing to get him to stand down though, he's just so upset that people would dare be mad at you for who you are.
"Are you sure you don't want me to say anything? You know I'd gladly tear into them. It's not right-"
"I know, Wilbur. I'm sure." You say softly.
Wilbur nods, then pauses and starts again, unable to help himself it seems.
"They're all full of shit anyways-"
No matter how much hate you get, you keep telling him it's okay, so he respects your boundaries and doesn't say anything.
Even as your dm's flood with threats and messages about how you're ruining "ships" for your fandom, you stay quiet, hoping it'll just go away.
That is, until the hate goes too far, to the point where not even your Moderators can manage all the hateful messages on streams. Some slip by, and, of course, those are the ones you manage to read.
It's meant to be a peaceful "just chatting" stream when the donation comes through, somehow making it past all of your mods.
The stream donation sound sounds out over your headphones, and you perk up, waiting for text-to-speech to read the message aloud.
"I can't believe you're ruining all of our ships by being aromantic. You really would've been perfect with Alex. Fuck you." The robotic voice reads out. For a voice that's usually so comforting, ice-cold hurt races through your veins at the message.
It's just too much. You were trying so hard to ignore all the hate, ignore how the ship name for you and your best friend trended for days after you came out, but you can't anymore. And all because of something you couldn't even control.
Silence falls in the stream. That is, until Wilbur speaks up. You had almost forgotten he was in a call with you, so swept away in the donation.
"Who said that? Who was that?" He asks. Wilbur didn't get truly mad often, but in this moment you're glad you're not the one he's pissed at. "To that person and anyone else who thinks that message is okay, fuck you. That's not okay."
"Wil-"
"No. It's not okay." You snap your mouth shut, realizing that there's no stopping Wilbur. Even though you tried to stop him, a part of you can't help but rejoice at him speaking up for you, protecting you. "You aren't ruining anything by being yourself. Hear that, chat? Get that through your heads."
You scan chat, waiting anxiously to see their reactions. For the first time since you came out, it's overwhelmingly positive. True relief comes rushing through you, like a breath of fresh air.
"Now. Where were we?" Wilbur asks, nudging you along. "We were talking about bees, right?"
Later, you thank him, but Wilbur won't even let you thank him. He just keeps saying that it was "his job to protect you" and to "fuck the haters."
He makes sure to post a Tweet about it too, once you give him the okay to.
...and he makes an Instagram post with just photos of you two. Just to make it very clear.
In order to make sure you're entirely okay, he insists on having a movie night and binge-watching all of the Marvel movies in order. Popcorn, snacks, blankets, and all.
(Wilbur is upset at himself for a while after because he felt like he should've done something sooner, but eventually he's just glad to have put an end to the overwhelming hateful messages you were getting.)
And, of course, he makes sure to not let anyone give you shit after that. Even the slightest hint of hate towards you has him loudly proclaiming how amazing you are.
"You're aromantic, right?"
You pause at the question from the other streamer before answering carefully. It's your first time talking to them, and it's in a MCC no less. "Yeah."
"Oh. That's... interesting."
Maybe it's the tone of their voice, but something about the statement rubs you the wrong way. You shake your head, planning to move on, but Wilbur jumps into the conversation.
"Damn right it's interesting. And only in the best of ways." He proclaims.
You smile to yourself, thankful for Wilbur every goddamn day.
"What's your Ace Race time again?" He asks you. "Isn't it ridiculously fast? You're just so good at MCC, you'll have to carry this team. You'll get us the points there for sure, probably single-handedly get us to victory-"
#mcyt imagine#mcyt#dsmp#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot#wilbur soot x you#wilbur imagine#wilbur x reader#wilbur#wilbur x you#aromantic reader
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succession s4 e5 recap: swedish elon and his logan roy tribute band
time is a flat circle and we are back to ken hyping himself listening to rap, driving to the office.
anyone feeling nostalgic yet?
he is immediately caught off guard by the fact that roman and shiv are already there.
also he seems like the worst boss ever.
i really don't like ken when he is not hitting rock bottom.
(there is a movie about a sleeping robot in a cave that takes up too much time in this episode. let's not get into all that)
the old guard checks up on the CE-bros before their trip to norway.
matchy matchy<3
turns out mattson wants them all there (why wouldn't he?) so THE GANG IS GOING TO NORWAY! lets bleed the swede!*
*as a norwegian, i approve this message
mortality has set into team krank, as they put on compression socks before the flight.
krank is not here to have fun. krank has no young mistress to impress. krank is serious.
shiv has noticed ken's leaks to the media from last week because she is boss. it's the comeback we've been waiting for.
but most importantly, she is waging a very important war against tom and his stupid new sneakers:
the sibs say they can kill tom for her. that's brotherly love.
hugo is not having a good time.
i am tho.
gerri rallies the troops by shitting on europeans.
yes mommy tell me i'm weak because i have free healthcare! sit on my face
gerri for CEO. always.
they accurately depict what it is like driving in norway:
(this is why i don't have my licence)
the gang arrives in the motherland and it's beautiful, but rainy (so authentic) and are all like WHY THESE WOOD CABINS SO SMALL?!
ironic because jeremy lives in fucking denmark.
anyway, whatever this is:
I DO NOT APPROVE!
the trip up to mount olympus is interrupted by con saying he can send a picture of their dead dad to the group chat.
nobody wants to see it.
also, marcia is putting logan in a kilt like the fucking bay city rollers and con had to cancel a room full of working class whites in cleveland. the sacrifice.
they give con carte blanche for the whole funeral thing, which is probably a terrible decision.
the funeral is going to be one big campaign rally, i'm serious.
the others have to settle for a nice lil scandi brunch spread. what a hard life.
i don't say this often, but i would be hugo in this scenario, piling onto my plate like it's nobody's business.
karolina has a cute lesbian moment.
she says something in swedish at some point, but let me tell you, i understand swedish and i didn't even pick up on it. no shade to dag, but lol.
hugo doesn't understand how ski jumping works.
i thank the writers for putting this joke in there, even if literally no one other than random scandi people will get it.
it's like the opposite of danny boyle's the beach<3 give back to the community<3
roman enters negotiations and puts his fingers in the caviar.
you think i didn't notice? after all this time, you must know i notice everything.
the CE-bros make the village elders proud, as mattson offers 187 per share as long as he gets ATN.
also, gerri does a second take looking back at roman. these are the crumbs i am destined to live on, i guess.
roman doesn't want to give up ATN tho, probably because
1) his dad wanted ATN
2) his dad told him he wouldn't make it at pierce and belongs at ATN
3) he is, somehow, the most rational of the siblings right now????
speaking of rational: how are we feeling about the shiv/mattson potential here? i honestly have zero objections.
shiv is like fuck yeah, sell ATN, that shit is toxic.
agreed, but who gave mencken an open line to ATN-meetings? sounds like something logan told cyd to do during one of those late night calls.
"even dad had a line" rings true zero percent. pass.
get rid of atn. word is, they don't even have tucker carlson anymore? just keep a sweater, much less racist.
we get some important leo dicap representation:
and greg is the bringer of all that is exposition, telling us there is a kill list with 8 to 9 names, ever evolving.
now, as most readers of these recaps would know, i would like to avoid spending any time on greg whatsoever (made even more poignant by the recent rumors about nick), however, this must be one of the best exchanges of dialogue ever made:
greg: da fam
shiv: da fuck
that's all.
tom tells the swedes that americans don't care about the rest of the world and it's funny because it's true.
and alex being like "you're ALL related?!"
i see you, succession writers, i see you.
mattson calls waystar a parts shop and has a good take on right wing media:
"i dont think news for angry, old men works"
instead, he opts for bloomberg grey: simple, cheap, huge, ikea'd to fuck. i do love ikea.
he calls the sibs a tribute band which is harsh. even for a scandi, it's fucking harsh.
anyway, SAUNA! SAUNA! SAUNA!
GERRI. IN. SAUNA! (chant with me)
i will never forget what the succession writers took from me.
krank out here just chilling.
i've never shipped anyone more.
we are introduced to ebba. i can tell i'd have more to say on this in any other situation, but it just feels weird (all norwegian know each other, i guess).
anyone else here for the shiv/mattson dynamic?
i'm sorry, i kind of ship it????
ken wants to tank the deal and roman immediately calls him out on his destructive bullshit:
and then immediately caves.
"i think we are good at running the ship" they say after doing it for approximately 24 hours.
i wish i had their confidence.
also, pinky can't dance, according to ken, so they keep shiv out. meanwhile, she gets cozy with lukas, who asks her about her marriage (bad) and tells her he sends liters of blood to ebba (also bad).
shiv shows us why she is paid the big bucks for political advice:
we don't see the end of their night, so i'm just going to assume they fucked. because she's worth it.
also, talking up gerri and karolina? girlies stick together<3
big bi vibes here. huge. idc if she's pregnant and drinking.
meanwhile, the CE-bros use greg to leak that the negotiations are souring. why would you trust greg with anything?
in an attempt to fuck the deal, the CE-bros show a terrible film to the swedish team, as if being scandi doesn't mean you've sat through enough terrible cinema already....
we get the strangest fight in tv history:
lol @ us for thinking this was an important moment for the two of them and then it's a fight about white sneakers and fat earlobes.
i sure hope shiv fucked lukas.
roman receives a photo of his dead dad and it doesn't really put him in the right place to negotiate with mattson:
ouch.
leave it to kieran to make an emmy-worthy speech across from alex skarsgaard peeing.
the plan was: tank the deal, but in a subtle way.
what they did: try and tank the deal, but in a not very subtle way.
did the deal tank: no.
i hope you understand.
the question is, if a deal collapses in the woods and no one hears it, is it a SEC violation?
mattson ends up offering 192 per share. karl jizzes his pants.
shiv gives the little spelunker tom a lil treat, telling him to fire cyd.
then she asks him out?
and ignores him again because she is taking a call from mattson?
idk my dudes, but i'm into this shiv comeback.
mattson seems happy and flirty and i sure as shit hope this goes somewhere.
as long as it doesn't involve liters of frozen blood.
i have a feeling it will be all good vibes until he learns about her pregnancy. there's always something rotten in the state of denmark (or norway, or sweden, but it's all the same).
the waystar-team receives the kill list after the offer and it's very stressful for a few people who made themselves suffer through a session in the sauna:
not on the kill list:
karolina
gerri
tom
because shiv fucking did the thing!!
oh, and karl and frank are on the kill list, but i think they are just fine.
maybe the real treasure was the compression socks we made along the way.
#succession#succession hbo#succession spoilers#succession season 4#kendall roy#jeremy strong#roman roy#kieran culkin#shiv roy#sarah snook#j. smith-cameron#gerri kellman#david rasche#karl muller#frank vernon#peter friedman#tom wambsgans#matthew macfadyen#hugo baker#fisher stevens#eili harboe#ebba succession#alexander skarsgard#lukas mattson#greg hirsch#nicholas braun
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- Endanovember -
Pairing: Matty Healy x female reader
warnings: swearing, smoking, shitty writing
Disclaimer: this is a one shot at the moment. It's kinda Christmas themed, completely unrelated to anything else. I just sat down and typed this out so no proofreading here.
The title is from that graham Norton interview where Matty forgets where the album comes out and Ross reminds him that it was "Endanovember". Bon Appetit.
I wrote a second part to this, but I don't like it yet, so let me know if you're even interested in a second part :)
Endanovember 2022
„Are you ok?“ he asks, kind of timid. We‘re sat in a tiny coffee shop just around the corner from where he lives.
„Yeah…“ I struggle to put my feelings into words „I guess I just feel a bit melancholic“
„About what?“
„Christmas? I don’t know. I love the lights and the vibes and the idea but the reality always disappoints.“, I let out a sigh. After Matty doesn’t say anything I continue. „We were discussing Christmas plans in the family group chat and… my brother is spending it at his in-laws, my mom is going on some yoga retreat or whatever and I haven’t spoken to my dad in three years, so I‘m just kind of… here I guess? I don’t know, I feel a bit left behind“ fuck, putting it into words makes it feel real and hurt even more. It’s triggering some deeply rooted insecurity, the feeling of not being loved. Tears prick at my eyes but I’m determined to not let them fall. Proper date that would be, him taking time out of his busy day just to sit here with his … what, situationship? Friend with benefits? to cry about her disfunctional family.
He reaches out and takes my hand, his thumb drawing circles on the back of my hand. He doesn’t say anything at first. He seems to be lost in thought for a bit then says: „You could come home with me.“
„Are you inviting me for afternoon sex? Because I’m not averse to that idea“ I joke
„Nooo, I mean yes, but I was talking about Christmas. Come home with me to spend Christmas with me and my family.“
„What? Don’t you think that’s a bit much to bring your current fling to the family Christmas celebrations?“
„Fling??“ he looks at me kind of confused and hurt. He lets go of my hand.
„… I mean, yeah??“ now I’m not sure anymore. To be fair we haven’t talked about what this thing between us is. To say I liked him would be the understatement of the century but I definitely wasn’t his girlfriend. I met his mates and we spend as much time together as our schedules will allow but he’s a busy man, probably not just with music-related things. I never allowed myself to hope that this was an exclusive thing.
„No! What? Do you think that‘s what this is?? That‘s bullshit!“
I get the feeling I just fucked this up royally.
„I just…“
„Have you been seeing other guys?“ he interrupts me.
„No! I just thought that we haven’t talked about what this is and…“ I’m lost for words.
„Nine months! We see each other every chance we get, we speak every day, you know all my mates, I take you to every event as my plus one, I tell everybody you’re my girlfriend and you think this is just a fling??“
„I don’t know? there hasn’t been a single conversation about this!!“ I’m annoyed that he’s getting mad at me.
„I need a smoke“ he gets up, grabs his coat and leaves.
What the fuck just happened?? I stay seated for a few moments, then decide to go home, too. Fucking asshole, leaving me here like this.
I put on my coat and step outside into the cold late November air. Matty is pacing on the sidewalk in front of the cafe, cigarette in hand, looking upset. Apparently, he did not leave, he did indeed just need a smoke. I kind of feel guilty for doing him wrong like that, even if it was just in my head.
When he sees me, he stops for a second, looks at me and goes „Ok you know what? You’re right, we haven’t talked about this. Let’s talk about this.“
„Can we maybe not do that on the sidewalk?“
„Fine. Let’s go to my place."
He grabs my hand and starts walking. I want to yell three or four different things at him at the same time. I want to ask him where he finds the audacity to be mad at me, why the fuck are his hands this wonderfully warm when it’s freezing cold outside and also I want to beg him to let us fix this because it’s a good thing, whatever it is. But I stay quiet, walking beside him, down the street to his place.
Once we’re inside, I blurt out „I really don’t get why you‘re mad at me because…“ I don’t get to finish my sentence because Matty has pushed me against the wall of his hallway and is kissing me like a starved man. My anger is wiped away instantly and I want nothing else but to feel his lips on my lips, forever. Still, my hands find their way into his lovely soft curls. I make a fist and tug at the strands they grab, admittedly in an attempt to hurt him a tiny little bit.
He groans, breaks away and rasps „Kindly, shut the fuck up, I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself for not making it clear enough to you that I fucking love you“ Excuse me, what?
„Excuse me what?“
He huffs out a laugh „Yeah you heard me“
I‘m glad I have the wall for support because right now I’m not sure I would be able to hold my balance. I kind of want to ask him if he‘s taking the piss but think better of it. All I do is look at him while trying to process what just happened.
„Darling, you‘re the kindest, funniest, most compassionate person. You feel so true and reliable and safe. I know I'm not the easiest person to be with but I can leave some of the heavy things behind when I'm with you. And you’re so. Fucking. Sexy“ he kisses me again and I get it. I get it because I feel the same way. Being with Matty feels like coming home to a good place where someone actually gives a fuck. Yes, we are having a great time whenever we hang out, I just thought he didn’t feel remotely the same. But he‘s here, I‘m not making this up, this is actually happening.
„Could’ve said something earlier, Idiot“ I whisper as we break the kiss for air.
„I should have, shouldn’t I?“
I nod. „That would’ve been clever“
„Yeah“ he agrees.
„Yeah because... turns out I love you too and we could’ve had this all along“
„You could’ve said something, too, you know?“ he lets out a soft laugh
„And what, completely humiliate myself?“
„Hey, no kink shaming“
We both burst out laughing and I playfully swat at his chest. Matty hugs me in return and I feel like I'm finally home.
#matty fic#matty healy#matty healy fanfiction#this is not good but you still get to read it#bon appetit#Matty Healy fanfic#the1975fanfic
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Can I request a Jack Harlow fic angst filled pls.. I’m thinking Jack and reader have a child together but after months of Jack promising he would never put anything above you both Jack is back hanging in the club and just getting really busy with his career. So you end things with him and decide it’s time to co parent so you can move on and find someone to settle down with.
Jack is so upset and every time he comes to pick up your kid he lingers to try and have a chat and find out how your doing but your not saying much at all. You then see on your phone that Jack has been pictured out with a new woman AND your kid and you lose it because Jack never even told you about this woman. So next time Jack comes round to visit your in full glam getting ready for a double date with your best friend. But maybe the reader rings Jack at like 2am because the blind date has gone wrong and Jack comes to help? Idk maybe a silly idea lol thanks if you do write it
author's note: thanks for requesting. i hope you dont mind me making a few changes to it. but I hope you like it
"Fuck" Jack sighed when he saw the 7 missed texts and 3 missed calls on his phone from Y/N.
He said he'll be here this time. One of the many empty promises he did, and Y/N wasn't sure why she still expect him to change.
It seemed like Y/N and Jack had this conversation over and over again. At first, it was always these explosive arguments where Y/N would grow frustrated at Jack. And he knew better than to say something, so he would just bite his tongue to avoid saying something he'll regret afterward. But he knew she was right.
As he entered their shared apartment, he glanced at the clock on the wall. 4 am. As he walked through the house he found a note on the kitchen counter. dinner is in the microwave.
He sighed in frustration as he ran his hands through his curls. He wished Y/N would give him a sign that she still wanted to fight for their relationship, but I guess he couldn't blame her because is not like he's been keeping his promises for a while now.
He quietly walked to their shared bedroom and crept inside to find y/n opening her eyes as soon as she felt his presence.
He walked to the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry I woke you" he whispered.
"It's ok, I was waiting for you"
"I'm sorry, I lost track of time"
Y/N just sighed as she sat on the bed.
"Look, I don't want to fight. I don't think I even have the energy to do so anymore. But I think we should take a break"
"What?" he said taken back by what she was saying.
"Jack, we're clearly not on the same page here. I've been waiting for the past six months for you to change. For things to get better and for you to be more present. And to be honest, I feel like I'm running in circles in here"
"Y/N-"
"Wait, please let me finish" she said calmly. "I love you, I really do, and I always will. But we continue like this I'm afraid I would grow to hate you and I don't want to do that"
She choked on her words as tears started falling from her eyes.
Jack took her hand and gently stroked it.
"I would always love you. You gave me a beautiful daughter which is the most perfect thing I've ever done. But I can't carry on like this, I really can't"
"Y/N, it doesn’t have to be this way. I can change, I promise things would get better, I just need to-"
"Jack, I got tired of fighting and you got tired of trying. It's just not working anymore. We have to face reality. It's too late" she said stroking his cheek.
It was over.
The following months were hard, but you and Jack were finally at a point in your relationship where the two of you were civil with each other, which made co-parenting very easy and smooth. He would come to pick up Aitana on the weekends, with exceptions when he was on tour obviously, while she would stay with you during weekdays.
You answer the doorbell to find Jack standing at the other side of the door.
"Hey Jack, Aitana should be down any minute"
"Yeah" he said. "So, how you've been?"
You were taken back by his sudden interest in your life.
"I've been good, thanks for asking"
"So is there a lucky guy-"
"Daddy!"
Y/N sighed in relief.
Aitana came running to Jack's arms.
"Hey bubs, ready for a long weekend just the two of us?"
"Yeah" she squealed in excitement.
"Ok, say goodbye to your mom"
"Bye mommy" Aitana said leaning into Y/N and kissing her on the cheek.
"Goodbye sweetie, have fun"
"Y/N"
"Jack"
Then she closed the door behind her.
That night, Y/N invited her best friend, Rowan, to stay over. They ordered Thai food and watched re-runs of Sex & the City while catching up.
"Wait, so you got tickets to see Hamilton?"
"Yeah, Norman surprised me with them over dinner last night"
"That's nice, where did he take you?"
"Redbird. By the way, I'm glad you and Jack are on good terms. I saw him with a woman and Aitana, sitting a few tables away from me. I didn't know you were all on such good terms, I could never-"
"What? What woman?"
"A red-haired girl, she seemed close to Aitana. Wait, I thought you knew…"
Y/N was beyond pissed. They had finally reached a point where Aitana was just getting used to her parents being divorced, and he was already introducing their daughter to some woman. Without consulting her first…
Friday night came faster than you expected. You were currently putting on your earrings when you heard the doorbell.
"Coming" you said while walking to the door.
You opened the door to find Jack standing by the other side of the door, stunned by seeing Y/N all dolled up.
"Aitana would be down in a few seconds"
"You look great, any special occasion?"
"Oh, I'm going on a double date"
"A date? with who?"
Y/N arched her brow not expecting him to be so interested in your dating life.
"His name is Craig, we've been on a few dates. Why the sudden interest?"
"Because I would like to know the person you're dating before I let you introduce him to my daughter?"
"Your daughter?" you asked in disbelief crossing your arms.
"Y/N, you know what I mean"
"No, I don't. In fact, I don't think you are one to make that decision considering you being going around with your girlfriend and our daughter without consulting me first"
"What are you talking about?"
"Rowan saw you on Redbird, with a redhaired woman and Aitana"
Jack looked at Y/N like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Y/N, I can explain-"
"I don't wanna hear it Jack, I'-"
At that moment, you got a text from Craig.
"I have to go, they are already here. The door key is below the plant pot. Make sure to close when you leave"
Before he could say something, she was gone.
It was 2 am when Jack's phone went off.
He glanced at the screen to see it was Y/N.
"Y/N is everything ok"
Y/N immediately started silently crying when she heard the concern in his voice.
"Jack, um… I'm sorry I know I shouldn't be calling this late"
"No, no, no, it's ok. What happened?"
"It's Craig. After Rowan left with her date, this random guy that was passing by made a flirty comment about me and he got pissed at me for not saying anything and humiliated me in front of the whole restaurant"
Jack was fuming at what he just heard but remained composed to avoid unsettling her.
"Where are you?"
"I'm outside the restaurant"
"I'll come and get you"
"What about Aitana?"
“She’s asleep. I’ll just bring her along in the car”
She could hear the keys through the phone.
“Jack?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there in a few”
After that, Y/N hung up.
When Jack pulled into the restaurant, he saw Y/N standing alone outside like a lost puppy.
“Hey” he said in a tender tone of voice as soon as she climbed to the passenger seat.
The shift of energy and Jack’s act of kindness triggered her because at that moment she broke into tears.
Jack wasted no time and pulled her into his embrace and let her cry on his shoulder.
After a few minutes, she calmed down and Jack proceeded to drive back to his apartment.
“Jack, I thought you were taking me home”
“I didn’t want you to be by yourself, just because we are not together anymore doesn’t mean I don’t care about you” he said before opening the door and taking Aitana into his arms.
When you got inside, Jack put Aitana to bed, while you stood by the doorway.
“I’ll get you some clothes for you to change, you can sleep in my room”
“No, that won’t be necessary, I can sleep on the couch”
“No, of course not. I can’t have you sleeping on the couch. Just take my bed. Is ok, really” he said kissing the top of her head before heading to his room to get some clothes for Y/N.
The following morning Y/N got up early after taking a shower. She walked through the living room, only to find Jack making breakfast.
“Hey”
“Hey”
“Leaving so soon?” he asked softly with a hint of hurt in his voice.
“I don’t want to confuse Aitana, and get her hopes up”
“Then it shouldn’t be that way. We can give it another try”
“Jack, you’re dating someone”
“I’m not. Well, not anymore. You were right, I should’ve never introduced her to Aitana without your knowledge, that was fucked up. When she started pressuring me about putting her needs above Aitana’s, I knew I needed to put an end to it. Besides, I only did that because I was trying to get over you” he sighed. “I know I fucked everything up when I let you leave. You just wanted me to be more present and I couldn’t even do that. And I know you have given me countless chances to prove myself and even though I don’t deserve any of them, would you consider giving us another chance?”
Y/N couldn’t even lie to herself. She wanted this as much as he did.
“Ok” she softly said.
“Serious?”
Y/N nodded in response smiling from ear to ear.
Jack close the gap between them and cupped her face with his hands and pulled her into a kiss.
And just like that, they were together again. The way it was always meant to be.
#jack harlow#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x you#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow x y/n#jack harlow one shot#jack harlow blurb#jack harlow fluff#jack harlow concepts#jackman thomas harlow#dad!jack#jack harlow fic#writerblr
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Final update on the Stalker Adventure.
Well. I got ghosted, y'all.
About 32 hours ago, I received a simple "sorry, got busy" chat from him, but that was it. I've attempted contact, casual convo, but he continues to ignore me while his snap score goes up. Could what he said be true? Absolutely! I don't dispute that. But I can tell when someone isn't interested anymore. The vibe change. Even at our busiest we still at least messaged a couple times daily to exchange pleasantries before we met that night.
I maybe inexperienced with sex, but I'm a little older than a lot of you so I've been around people a while y'all. I'm not waiting around forever to see if he'll miraculously give me attention again. I waited 4 days to hear something. "I'm busy" is just not good enough at this point.
So, it's over. He got what he wanted.
I'm just so mad at myself because he gave me the choice of doing the quickie, or waiting until we could enact the full scenario. I thought being spontaneous would be fun and a new experience for myself, but now I'm kicking myself for agreeing to the quickie.
The lesson learned? Don't agree to shit without getting something for yourself. As much as I FULLY enjoy throating cock, the fact that he left me high and dry with no reciprocation and then ghosting me right after is fucked up.
Oh well... :( Maybe #repressedh0e's adventures will be revived another time. I'm keeping the tag up for those who might be wondering what this is about, or even if anyone wants to go back and read.
I just wanna thank y'all so, so, SO MUCH for being as invested into the story as I was!!! It was a lot of fun, despite the unfortunate premature end. Y'all are incredible in so many ways and I love my lil freaky tumblr family so much. I'm so sorry I couldn't give you the updates or ending y'all seemed to have wanted as much as I did!
Please don't be surprised if I go MIA a bit - especially with DMs. I have disorders that cause me to recluse when I'm disappointed/hurt (think RSD x1000), that I tend to deal with alone. It's not personal and I promise you're not being ignored!
I love y'all.
Stay beautiful. Stay freaky. <3
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Sick of people asking me "when", and I'm gonna talk about it...
If you aren't in the headspace for a post more on the "negative" side then don't read this, but I need to say something about this before I lose my fucking MIND.
The entitlement coming from some of my readers has GOT to fucking stop, and I'm so goddamn serious right now. You have me at my fucking limit on what's supposed to be a fun hobby. So here's what's happening, and I'm not going to be nice about it because I'm so fed up I want to cry:
Over the last few days, I've woken up to messages in my inbox that are all being demanding, entitled, and downright fucking RUDE. Some of you saying you're "disappointed" that I haven't updated certain stories or just saying "where is the next update for x story". Fuck the FUCK off okay? (This is in NO WAY directed at the majority of my readers. The majority of you, fortunately, are very kind and leave me such nice comments and I love you *forehead kiss*)
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First of all, don't you think that if I had the update ready I would post it?
I don't get paid for this (a point that I will be touching on more later, don't you worry.) so my "payment" is the gratification I get from reblogs and comments. If I don't post, I don't get "paid." So just know that I want to post my stories as much as you want to read them. I think I speak for most writers when I say that.
I'm not a fucking dragon hording my fucking stories and chapters in google docs and laughing while you all suffer. I have the stories in my head and I'm crying while I suffer because I don't have enough time to get them all out onto paper before you all start turning into nasty little gremlins over them.
Secondly, you demanding asking for more is not encouraging, nor is it motivational.
Again, I think I'm speaking for most writers with this. When you demand or ask for more, THE ONLY THING *taps megaphone*
THE ONLY THING
you're doing is reminding the writer that they haven't updated and it gives us a little pit in our tummies at our "failures". (a little note to my fellow writers reading this, you're not a failure, but I know it can feel like that when people come into your inbox like this, despite it not being true).
"HoW dO i MoTiVaTe A wRiTeR tO uPdAtE mY fAvOrItE sToRy ThEn?"
Well you entitled asshole, I'm SO FUCKING GLAD YOU ASKED. (Because that brings me to my next point).
Third, I'd be willing to put the $200 in my savings account and the change at the bottom of my purse on the fact that YOU HAVEN'T EVEN REBLOGGED MY STORIES.
Sorry, feeling called out? Fucking GOOD. I hope your pillows are warm and moist af on both sides when you're trying to sleep because literally if you're coming into my inbox, acting like THIS and then you have the AUDACITY to not even reblog my work? You're one of the worst kinds of people and I wish you nothing but the worst.
It's the ONLY thing I ask for in response to my hard work and I'm sure you can't even manage that. You should be embarrassed.
Fourth, let's talk about how much money I make doing this shall we?
$0...I make ZERO DOLLARS and you are talking to me with more of an attitude and entitlement than a Karen in a fucking grocery store during Covid. Get a grip bro.
Wanna start paying my bills so I can write fanfiction full time? DO IT, and THEN we can chat about WHEN something isn't getting updated or WHY it didn't get updated. Until then, shut your fucking mouth and enjoy what I put out, or get off my page. I don't care anymore, I'm so done being nice about this.
Fifth, I LITERALLY UPDATE YOU ALL WEEKLY TO LET YOU KNOW WHEN THE FUCK I'LL BE UPDATING WHAT THE HELL!!!!
With the exception of this past week because I've been so goddamn busy, I post a WEEKLY update letting my readers know when I'll be updating something. I have a busy work schedule, and it's summer, so there are lots of things going on in my life right now. I try to help mitigate the questions you have about "when" and "why" by doing this.
What makes me annoyed is that you all seem to be on my page, noticing that I'm not updating and getting upset about that, but you don't take the time to look at the fucking information I put out in your face to avoid having to answer the same questions ten fucking times.
Omg and for the love of god FOLLOW @melodygatesupdates FOLLOW THAT BLOG RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME. If I have ONE MORE person ask me about my tag list after reading a fic that says "I don't have a taglist anymore so follow @melodygatesupdates" I'm going to lose it.
So here's a blanket statement as to "why" I haven't posted whatever chapter or story you've been waiting for. Pick one of the options below because either one or more are accurate.
I'm working too many hours to have time for updating regularly so am only working on fics that are currently inspiring to me.
Another Adderall shortage so I'm having a hard time focusing.
I don't feel like it today, and despite what you may think, that's a perfectly valid reason not to write something.
I'm working on something else.
Something bad happened in my personal life.
My personal life got busy.
Going forward, for my own sanity, I'm no longer entertaining questions about "why" I haven't updated or "when" I plan to update something. 9 times out of 10 I'll let you know if something is going to be delayed or if it's not in my current scope of interest, but otherwise, just don't ask.
If you're nice when you ask, I'll probably just ignore you and delete your inbox ask. I feel bad doing that to those of you who are kind when you ask, but I just can't take it anymore, especially when I'm telling you right now that you don't need to ask me.
For those who come in hot like "why haven't you..." or "When are you going to..." I'm blocking you. Consider this a warning. Even if you come in on anon, you can still be blocked and I won't fucking hesitate. Learn some manners and then come talk to me, but until then I'm not going to entertain this behavior any longer.
I'm a grown woman in her thirties just trying to pass the time with something I enjoy, and waking up to this every morning over the last few days while working 60+ hours a week fucking sucks. So for my own mental health, I have to start putting my foot down. You're ruining my online experience and making this less fun for me.
Thanks for reading, I love those of you who read this whole thing and who AREN'T the people this post is meant for. You're the real MVPs.
#melody talks#melody is fed up#thank you for coming to my ted talk#dicourse kind of#frustrated#venting
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More TEXT CONVOS!!
(Also I want you to know that you can disregard the drabbles ! I just hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself 💗💗) 💺 anon
🍊) My little (brat) princess
🍊: I hid a bag in our closet. If you find it, do not open it.
🍒: Well now I kinda want to look for it
🍊: Please don't.
🍒: :(
🍊: I'm serious.
🍒: What even is inside?
🍊: It's a surprise.
🍒: About to take a bath, alone
🍒: No one here to wash my hair for me
🍒: Or leave kisses on my neck and shoulder
🍒: Or run their hands down my body
🍒: HOW ARE YOU AT THE FRONT DOOR ALREADY??
🍊: My love for you is like diarrhea
🍊: I can't hold it in
🍒: Am I supposed to say something nice?
🍊: How would you feel if I shaved?
🍒: Please just tell me you didn't
🍊: Well...
🍊: Yeah I was just kidding love
🍊: WHY DID YOU TELL LEMON WE'RE GETTING DIVORCED?
🍒: How much until your cute ass gets home??
🍊: I'll be there in less than an hour ❤️
🍒: Prepare yourself because the moment you step in I'm gonna jump in your arms and attack your pretty face with kisses
🍒: I can't wait to cuddle and hear you complain about the mission
🍊: I'm so in love with you
🍊: [1 image attached]
🍒: Screaming, crying, shaking, shitting, pissing, banging my head againts the wall, ripping my hair out, clawing out my heart, slamming my fists on the table
🍒: You look lovely
🍒: Hello my mandarin
🍊: We're not doing this
🍒: I think Tan hates me
🍊: Excuse me? What made you believe that?
🍒: That was meant for Lem
🍊: Why would you tell him you think I hate you?
🍒: Because he's very funny and I love to gossip with him
🍊: I'm funnier than him actually. And that still doesn't answer my question
🍒: You didn't ask me to be your valentine :(
🍊: That's because we've been married for 8 years, I assumed you're already my valentine
🍒: You have to ask :(
🍊: Fine. Will you be my valentine?
🍒: Yes :) [Tan reacted with ❤️]
[Unknown number]: Hello my beautiful wife. I am curently writing this message to apologize and ask for your forgiveness. Please unblock me. Yours, Tangerine.
🍒: ENOUGH
🍋) Silly goofy guy
🍋: How's my favorite person in the world doing?
🍒: What did you do?
🍋: Jumping to conclusions I see
🍒: Lemon what did you do?
🍋: Promise you won't get mad 😆
🍒: I promise 😊😊😊🔪😊😊
🍋: I broke your heels
🍒: ...
🍒: Well did you at least take some photos??
🍋: You know it 🤪
🍋: [5 images attached]
🍋: Should we play minecraft? I wanna finish our train
🍒: Tan said he doesn't want to :(
🍋: Tell him to mind his business
🍋: I was drinking bubble tea and choked on the balls so I spilled the drink everywhere
🍋: Now Tan won't even look at me
🍋: I've been looking for my gun for 2 hours only to realize I don't have it anymore 🤣🤣🤣🤣💃🥳😆😼😼
🍒: He's my little anal ☺️
🍒: ANGEL
🍒: ANGEL I MEANT ANGEL
🍋: THE WAY I SCREAMED
🍒: DON'T SHOW THIS TO HIM
🍋: HE'S LOOKING AT ME NOOO 😭😭
🍊🍋🍒) The fruit bowl
🍒: Do you ever just
🍋: Yeah, but
🍋: Yk?
🍒: Damn man I sure do
🍊: Is this why you two created this group chat?
🍋: Actually it's so you can like and subscribe 🤯👽❓
🍒: But first, a word from our sponsor!!
🍊: I'm so done with you both
🍋: Should I dye my hair?
🍊: Absolutely fucking not
🍒: Pookie no it won't look as good as it does now!!
🍋: Love you guys 🫶
🍋: I already bought the hair dye
🍊: WHY DID YOU EVEN ASK?
🍋: I'm in a silly goofy mood
🍋: So green or blue?
🍊: I will smash your head through a window
🍒: LEM LISTEN TO US!!
🍋: Yo I kinda look like the joker
🍒: [2 images attached, it's photos of Tan and Cherry hugging]
🍒: These look so good!
🍒: Lem best wingman AND photographer
🍋: Fucking finally. It was getting annoying
🍊: Would you stop it already?
🍒: Yeah, it wasn't THAT bad
🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Tan talking about Cherry to Lem]
🍊: DELTE THST RIGHT FUCKING NOW
🍒: 🤣
🍋: Oh I know you're not laughing Cherry
🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Cherry gushing about Tan to Lem]
🍒: THAT'S MESSED UP
+ bonus
🍊: Made her laugh today and I can't get it out of my head
🍊: It's driving me nuts
🍊: I must've looked fucking stupid the way I just stared at her
🍋: Talking about her again?
🍊: Who else do I ever talk about you nob
🍋: So did you ask her out?
🍊: What do you think?
🍋: I'm thinking no because you're a pussy
🍊: Fuck off
🍒: Ok so I was talking to him earlier today and he just put his hand on my shoulder and got really close to my face but I feel like he was mostly looking at my lips. Maybe it was just my imagination
🍒: Anyway, does he do this to everyone?
🍋: Girl
hii angel!!! I really do want to be able to write them for you, I’ll keep them in my inbox and will def try to do one of them, but if not, keep them noted down and I’ll get around to them eventually 💓💓
THESE ARE SO FUN!!!?? loved them all, especially..
^ why would he tell us if he doesn’t want us snooping??????
^ lem would be the mediator, trying to rationalise tan not to shave (even if he was messing) he doesn’t want to see his bro with a baby face
^ ALL OF THAT😭😭 and then, you look lovely. I HAVE A PICTURE IN MY HEAD AND I NEED TO ADD IT bc it works well and obviously bc it’s hot 😩😩😩😩😩😩
^ tan would be acting like he doesn’t know lem😭
^😭😭😭😭😭 we just have random half conversations (but we each no exactly what the other is thinking) and it just annoys tan sm. “what did you think about that thing?” “that was so crazy. what did you think about that other thing? not that thing but another thing?” “holy shit man, but did you see?” “RIGHT? and then?” “omg😭”
^ lem got the receipts 😭😭😭😭
^😭😭😭😭 “bc you’re a pussy” and “girl” lmao
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Okay 6.55 thoughts in no particular order:
-Big Kittie Lady Wuk Lamat I Love You So Much
-Kitali does not like her enough to want to help with the politics though. She's done and over being used to further political goals of other people. The bit about not wanting to let the overly aggressive candidate win was intruiging but her line of thinking is "well, this is what the Alliance is supposed to be for, I'm not going to continue to be their one woman army anymore."
-WIFE SPOTTED IN LIMSA I REPEAT WIFE SPOTTED IN LIMSA LOMINSA DOCKS
-I am going to fucking shit myself laughing if Estinien winds up on the same boat/same dock as the Scions coming in completely by coincidence because he's continuing his retirement trip around the planet.
-I respect and love him so much for that btw like this man has likely never set foot much further outside of Coerthas than the North Shroud for the first 32 years of his life, he is going to see as much of the world as he can now.
-someone was complaining in Radz shout chat about how the relics weren't "an actual grind" and someone else shouted back that EW was the "waiting room expansion" like. Y'all did this to yourselves, you are aware of this, right? You complained and whined and pouted SO HARD about Eureka and Bozja that they said "okay, baby shoes this time" and now you think it's too easy? Come join us omnicrafters in the Splendour tool grind then. Cowards.
-I'm glad that only the Arkasodara quests are canon for Kitali bc wow that capstone questline felt like a "somehow Palpatine has retured" for me. Nonsense(derogatory) as opposed to Hildibrand nonsense(affectionate).
-Where is Hraesvelgr we saw Hraesvelgr in the trailer but he wasn't here? Maybe there's still more for the actual 7.0 release idk
-Also weird that G'raha was in Tural in the trailer but says he's staying behind with the Annex. I don't particularly mind or care but just something I thought was odd.
-Urianger and Thancred. That is all.
-"What are you two doing here?" Krile they fucking live in Sharlayan I don't know if you were aware of this or not.
-My fondness for Erenville continues to grow. I think he and Kitali get along very well. They both are so very Done(tm) with everyone.
-It was nice seeing Jullus on the Island sanctuary but that just blasted so many holes in a ficlet I had wanted to write and I was too busy being bitter about that to really enjoy the rest of the time there.
-"it must be nice being able to get away" yeah see you would THINK THAT but I keep having all these fucking tourists showing up on my beach asking to parade around the place. 'Private getaway' my ass. Kitali is packing a bag and moving to the east side of the island.
-the overall messages of "power of friendship and hope" and "everything comes to an end, we all experience loss" are really starting to sound like a broken record. For people like me who have basic media literacy and got the message the first idk half dozen times....this is unnecessary. I know that a good chunk of the userbase needs it spelled out for them in black and white but.....idk. And a lot of it is that it's trying to hit emotional buttons that I just don't have because I did not care that much about Endwalker as an expansion. EW was just the wolstinien agenda expansion lmao. I don't particularly care for the Omicron or the lopporit questlines which is where they really tried to jam pack it in and I just ended up button mashing my way through the stories.
-Who the FUCK was in charge of picking reaction expressions in all of those cutscenes? On top of "she would not be smiling like that at G'raha, it takes so much of her self control to not actively scowl at him", some of those were just so out of place. I know what each one was bc i live in gpose and the tonal dissonance on some of them were just........what.
-Monster hunter honeymoon expansion still a very strong possibility.
-those last few lines in the final cutscene.........Man. I hope we do get to go north and see what the fuck is under all those clouds on Ilsabard and Othard.
-final relic stage lance Pretty :3
-I need an entire sitcom of Wuk Lamat and Erenville as children that was SO TASTY.
-I am glad that they're getting rid of the Stormblood problem with making the contest of succession explicitly open to outsiders.
-I like the reference in the food book to potatoes and tomatoes being imported from Tural through Limsa, that was a nice touch.
-I will still likely not pick up blue mage by the time Dawntrail releases lmao. F for me for missing any potential extra dialogue.
Closing thought: Kittie
#ffxiv spoilers#endwalker spoilers#6.55 spoilers#patch 6.55#patch 6.55 spoilers#most exciting part of the whole patch was Estinien showing up for five seconds tbh#and Urianger's poses
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17 and Fleggie??
every time we lie awake
flynn taylor has never had a normal-person sleep schedule, and her schedule as a dj doesn't really help matters. weddings, parties, clubs; she's all work and no play and sleeps in the middle of the day because that's the grind, baby.
so she's always up late, and there's this guy--well, she assumes it's a guy; his tumblr username is nerfherderhero and she's pretty sure she's seen some posts referencing his pronouns--who seems to have the same late-night schedule she does; he's always reblogging funny dog videos on her dash at just the right time and adding amazing tags to star wars posts (she still hasn't stopped laughing about him calling kylo ren "evil emo mayonnaise")
they have this funny little tumblr mutual relationship--the thing is, they have so much in common; he's always posting cool music for her to explore (she adds a LOT to her playlists, it's awesome) and he reblogs every artistic photo of food she uploads. (she has a whole series of ironic portraits of the stuff she orders from in-n-out; it's pretty hilarious if she does say so herself.)
they chat through tags. nerfherder is so off-the-wall funny; he says the most random things and flynn fucking loves it. he also has excellent taste in music.
julie starts giving her A Look whenever flynn mentions "my tumblr friend".
whatever! flynn is allowed to have friends she doesn't like. Know Personally. that's what the internet is for!
except there comes a two-week stretch where nerfherderhero kind of goes quiet. flynn even checks to make sure he didn't change his username but that's not it--he's just. not posting at the moment. no queue, no reblogs. her artistically-arranged chili dog photo goes un-noticed.
it's fine. flynn is Fine About It. he's probably just busy!
it's just rough because julie is also away, on tour with her new band--she met this group of dudes at college and has been spending all of her time writing songs with the guitarist (writing songs. suuuure, says flynn, and julie sticks her tongue out on their facetime call.)
flynn taylor has never been a coward, though (well, much of a coward) so she takes that terrifying internet friend plunge and pulls up a direct message.
hey--this is awkward but uh. hi! i just
i just noticed that you're not around as much anymore
which is totally your right obviously
good for you for digitally detoxing lol
i just--i miss you
she doesn't add the exclamation point even though it would make her seem more unaffected.
because the thing is: she's affected.
carrie laughs at her when she brings it up at brunch. it's not actually a mean laugh, despite it being carrie.
"only you would manage to crush on someone you don't even talk to," she says, sipping her passionfruit mimosa.
"better than when i had a crush on you," flynn retorts, but carrie just laughs again.
it all comes to a head when she facetimes julie late one night after a dj gig. she's wired, and there are no posts from Han Solo (which is unfortunately what flynn is now calling him in her head), and she just wants to mope with her best friend.
"oh, god, not you too," julie says. "reggie's all whiny because he broke his phone and we're in the middle of nowhere right now, so there aren't many places to go to fix it or get a new one. he's miserable. he keeps asking to borrow our phones to log into tumblr, of all things. something about his friend rapunzel."
"what."
flynn's username is remixingrapunzel bc she's flynn and she's a dj and also her braids are really long.
"yeah, he's like totally obsessed with her. them? i'm...not actually sure."
"her."
and julie's forehead wrinkles on her phone screen.
"how do you know?"
"um."
and the whole thing comes spilling out. han solo, funny captions on her in-n-out fries, the humiliating "i miss you" message that was never returned.
julie's eyes just keep getting wider.
"hang on," she says, and turns to yell over her shoulder. "reggie!"
there's a scuffle and julie hissing "come ON" and a long sigh, and then, sitting with julie, is the cutest boy flynn has ever seen in her actual life. he's got dark hair and nice freckles and right now he seems kind of sad, but oh my god, he's so so cute.
she can't help herself.
"nerfherder?" she says, tentatively.
his eyes lighten and it almost makes up for the last two weeks of misery.
"rapunzel," he breathes, and flynn has a feeling there are even more late nights in her future.
she's more than fine with that.
#at first this was going to be a you've got mail au#like rival musicians#dj v live band#but then it turned into chatfic#and specifically tumblr fic lol#how#flynn x reggie#julie and carrie do not know flynn's tumblr name because what happens on tumblr stays on tumblr#some things are private hahahahaha#also remember when these were supposed to be me just telling you what the story was about? LMAO
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Shark Infested Waters
I consider myself a fairly quiet person who has an aversion to conflict. But at a point in my life, being on edge and getting into conflict was all I'd ever known. I once had a friend. A dearly beloved friend. A friend whom I was willing to give the world for. A friend I was glad to have by my side, because I believed I had no one else. Because I thought I had no other choice. It was either him, or no one. And I didn't want to be friends with no one. I didn't want to be alone. No matter how much I deluded myself into thinking I could be fine alone. And yet. It was with this so-called friend I had never truly been more alone my entire life.
While the years have long passed by and I am busy juggling much more important, adulthood manners, I keep finding my mental state fixated on this point of time in my life. This time in my life in which I was a young high schooler who just wanted friends, but struggled to find solace among my peers. So naturally, like the huge ass loser I was, I turned to the internet. And it was in my countless days of lurking about the internet and slipping into spaces I probably had no real reason ever being on, with people coming and going in my life, I met him. FutureDiarist, SharkDiaries, SharkYGO, whatever the ever-loving FUCK this dude goes by nowadays. Skylar is his name. And having a friend like him? Who needs enemies?
I had written about him once before on a past blog. Through some… Shenanigans, shall we say, that post had been lost to time. Not even trying to access the post through the waybackmachine yields feasible results. But like the scars in my memory, I hadn't forgotten to keep a backup. Do I have horrible coping mechanisms for my anxiety and trauma? Probably. But I don't want to be quiet about this. Not anymore. For how much Skylar and his current boyfriend may want to "leave things behind", it's not so easy for me nor any of the others who have been hurt. For as long as this keeps haunting me, I'll haunt back.
Every now and again I find myself relapsing, after going so long just living like a half-normal functioning adult, my mental health takes a nose dive. Everything's going nice and dandy, but then suddenly, it hits me. And whenever thinking about Skylar is at the forefront of my stress, I can't help but wonder how lucky and how stupid I must be. When I am reminded of him, I just spiral into a smoldering rage. It just keeps coming back, no matter how many times I block his accounts, mute things even related to his interests that trigger those memories, the anger just keeps coming back. The pain of having someone I thought was my one and only friend in a hostile cruel world when he was perhaps the worst person I could have possibly had as a friend.
I was just a lonely high-schooler willing to spend time with anyone who would be with me. He took advantage of my naivety and loneliness. I was so blind to his methods of manipulation, as an impressionable, desperate kid who longed for somebody to connect with. And connect we did. Roleplaying, video games, just chatting. It was probably early 2011, maybe earlier. While a bit standoffish and childish at times, Skylar was still someone I considered my closest friend. We roleplayed on chatango, roleplayed on tumblr, chatted over Skype. However, things were a bit… Off. He was clingy, sure. A little too overbearing at times. But what took things too far was how passive aggressive he was. How he, whether he realized it or not, demanded all my attention.
With regards to roleplay, he would occasionally pivot to questions of a sexually charged nature. Being the dumb young teen I was, there were times I fed right into it. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, just the thrill of sharing another common interest with my supposed friend. But there were times where he was very guilt-trippy about it. Like I owed him something. Like it wasn't something we just did every now and then for the fun of it, but something he deserved, something I had to provide at his beck and call. And when I didn't give him his way? Or if there were times I was too busy to even respond within a timely manner? He would turn on a dime and berate me in ways most vile. Acting like I was ghosting him intentionally and threatening to harm himself just to get my attention… Or egging me on to enable my suic-dal ideation. He knew I struggled with thoughts of self h-rm and suic-de and ENCOURAGED me to go through with it. I had come so close to pulling through with it, too. He really messed me up. He shattered my trust with just about anyone following that time. I still shudder thinking that I applied to the same college he was attending at the time, and wonder if I would even still be alive if I had gone through with it.
As if it wasn't bad enough, this man, Skylar liked creating sock puppet accounts. By the dozen. Hundreds, maybe. Who knows? He'd put on a persona and pretend it was someone else, but hindsight is 20/20. It's so painfully obvious that he pretends to be other people, it's so obvious that he pretends to stage anonymous hate mail being sent his way, it's so painfully clear that he tries every which way to paint himself out to be the victim, because he can't fathom the idea of having genuine friendships built off of trust rather than lies and deceit. I recall one time, when my tumblr RP phase was hitting hard, he accidentally sent me a message logged into the wrong account.
Skylar flipped out, when this account I wasn't even sure was him, turned out to be him on an alt. He repeatedly insisted I delete the post and speak of it to nobody. Because yeah. I'm sure he'd want to sweep that one under the rug, when that same account he'd use to harass other users in that community circle of roleplay could be tied back to him. He'd also probably like for me to forget about the time he needled and prodded me for some fanfiction between his self insert character and some League of Legends character. Or how often he roleplays. With himself. On different accounts. And I'm sure he'd like for me to forget when he even claimed one of his sock puppet accounts died of cancer. Or how his sock puppet accounts on skype were conveniently not logged in at the same time until I showed him a video tutorial to have multiple Skype clients open at once.
I'd love to log back into my skype account and skim through the chat logs for some real bangers of shitty behavior he's pulled through, or even the chatango logs, but I can only imagine they're lost to time and at some point it's not even worth the agony anymore. I don't even have my laptop from back then on hand anymore.
And now as I look into myself and the person I've grown up to be since those days in my high school years I just can't help but shake the feeling that I am no better than he is, that I'm more like him than I realize, that I'm not a good person either. And I strive every day to be the best me I can be and shake off my horrific attitude. I know I'm no saint, I know I've had my moments of being a downright prick, but I keep having these nagging thoughts that I'm just like him that I deserved him with every selfish bone of my body, that being the puppet under his control was the universe's way of punishing me for being just as vile deep down to my core. And when I think I've taken back control of my life and he has no hold over my feelings anymore it just keeps burning and burning until I turn green in the face from nausea. The pain just isn't going away.
He wants to move on so bad yet he hasn't truly held himself accountable nor shown any real sign of changing.
So Skylar, keep complaining about your past catching up to you. Keep complaining about your bans or account deletions on wherever you crawled into. I'm so sorry you couldn't afford an ounce of human decency to your dear friend. And I'm so sorry I got into drawing art AFTER we were friends. I'm sure you would have loved taking advantage of that just as much as you enjoyed taking advantage of other artists. How you'd love to beg for free art but then in the same breath decry those who get close to artists for free art. I'm quite sorry indeed.
He can speak in fruitful platitudes about how he wants to leave the past behind but he can't ever truly change because his behavior shows me he feels no remorse for what he has done, simply that he has no more direct control of those he's victimized. But in a way, he still has a less direct control with how I can't let go of the pain that haunts me. How because of him, I'm less trustful of everyone I call a friend. Because of him, I feel like I have to put on a fake smile and pretend everything is okay. Because of him, I feel guilty of wanting to spend time with those I care with. Because of him, I am constantly reminded that I am not as smart as I believed I was.
Trying to add me on discord after I made my first "callout post" and then trying to befriend me when I told him to his face I despised him, that sure was amusing at the time. I'm pretty sure he deleted that account by now. But he sure is a piece of work for thinking I would ever forget what he's done. If I were to ever forgive him, it wouldn't be for his sake, but my own. I'm still hurting from all this, after all. I still struggle at night with believing that I'm not good enough, that I deserve everything wrong going on. But no. He's truly, beyond toxic. An abuser through and through.
All the people I've seen, saying that they too went through some shit because of him, only makes me regret not saying anything in the first place. Especially while everything was fresh in my mind, and not just tear-stained memories of a friendship that could have been. I'm in a much better place now than ever, even if I do struggle sometimes. Skylar once said that he was so tired of my self-pity that he would beat the shit out of me until I smiled. Well, now I can smile without that childish threat looming over my head.
I do not condone encouraging anyone to inflict self h-rm upon themselves. It's beyond despicable. Harassing Skylar is no better than the bullshit he's inflicted upon myself and many others. It would take some kind of miracle for this grown manchild to truly realize how rotten he had been and make a change for the better. Because he never has, and likely never will.
It's up to you to determine if you think I'm a trustworthy narrator. If you're reading this far, you either scrolled all the way to the end to get some tl;dr on this bullshit, or you might be humoring the idea that I have something worthwhile to say. I'm really just venting and rambling in circles about my thoughts in the passing years since burning bridges.
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((Okay, so... it's officially the 23rd (And has been for 2+ hours here actually ^^;). With that said, I'm gonna give ya'll a little update for the remainder of the year:
Today (12/23): TONS of baking (I have 4 pumpkin rolls, a batch of kkwabaegi, chocolate chip cookies, mini apple pies, and mini chocolate cupcakes to make) both before and after the Christmas party at my grandma's. This is gonna be rough- I don't want to have to see my mom and my step-dad, but I do want to see my grandma because it's been 4 years and I miss her and I always regret not being able to go to my grandpa's funeral in 2020...
Tomorrow (12/24): Christmas at my sister's (which is why I have so much baking to do ^^; Only the kkwabaegi is for today's party, everything else, including the pumpkin cupcakes and the sugar cookies I already made, is for tomorrow). This is gonna be a fun one, but it'll probably be a long day.
12/25: Probably nothing too big. We might go over to our dad's for a few hours (though he'll be at the party tomorrow, of course) to hang out with him and our step-mom for a bit.
12/26: Possible Christmas at step-grandma's, it depends on how she feels. Even when she feels good, though, these parties are usually only 3 or 4 hours at most. Just some time to eat and chat and such. Nothing big.
12/27-12/29: I don't think there's anything going on those days so- freedom!
12/30: Christmas party at my Aunt's place. This is gonna be nightmare levels of rough because, again, I'm only going to this to see one or two people, but I'm REALLY not looking forward to seeing my Aunt Alice, her husband, or their daughter. They're judgemental as hell and give only the most backhanded of compliments (if they give compliments at all). I'll probably come home from this feeling drained and maybe even wanting to cry so... ya know. Not likely to be a good day. Hopefully it'll be short.
After that, I go back to work on the 2nd or 3rd (gotta wait for the call) to learn how to substitute in the kitchen (because I told them to put me anywhere except bus monitoring). Dunno how much I'll be subbing in there, but they want to get me trained which will be at least 2 or 3 days of short shifts.
I also need to find time post-Christmas to make a phone call to cancel our internet service for our old place because APPARENTLY they didn't disconnect it despite me saying that we DON'T FUCKING LIVE THERE ANYMORE. So guess who just spent an extra $110 on wifi that I don't even have or use at a place that I haven't lived for almost 2 months now?? And then another $145 on top of that for the wifi service at our current address? Seriously, fuck corporations.
So, yeah. Busy busy busy. I'll try to be about when I have time, though!
I hope you all are having a nice holiday season <3))
#ooc.#((I already feel overwhelmed from the holiday season ya'll. This is why I don't like the holidays...))
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59 with lee!sapnap & lers!karl and foolish?
Hello hello! I'm so sorry for the delay! But here we go:
prompt 59 from this post - "You'll never live this down"
(lee!Sapnap / ler!Karl / ler!Foolish : 826 words)
Karl was growing more impatient by the second, shooting an annoyed glance towards Foolish who also seemed to be sharing the same frustrations. Sapnap however was oblivious to the two sitting on either side of him, too focused on trying to toy with the settings of the game they had been trying to load up for what seemed like forever now. Foolish let out a huff and slumped back in his chair, rolling his eyes back at Karl with a low chuckle at how ridiculous this was.
"Sapnap, come on man, let's just play the game." Karl whined from behind, grabbing onto Sapnap's right arm and shaking it slightly, causing Sapnap's hand to move the mouse as he was trying to click.
"Karl, fuck OFF. I'm almost done!" Sapnap rolled his eyes, turning slightly towards the curly haired brunette to give him a quick death stare before turning his attention back to the chat and rambling on about how he needs to get the resolution and visual settings just right before he can start a game.
"Yeah but you did say that ten minutes ago, Sapnap." Foolish chimed in from his left, causing Sapnap to let out a growl as he turned in his chair to face Foolish.
"Both of you guys need to chill out, I said I'm almo-hohost dohone! Karl dohon't!" Sapnap was about to go off about how both Foolish and Karl need to have more patience, but was cut off as a few light squeezes were placed over his shoulders, reaching down to the dips in his collarbone. He immediately brought his shoulders up to his ears, but this proved to only trap Karl's hands against his neck.
"Oh wow, Sapnap's ticklish?" Sapnap was too busy trying to bury his face in his hoodie while also pulling Karl's hands off to fully hear the teasy tone Foolish had, but nonetheless his face grew warmer by the second. He was suddenly hyperaware of the fact this was live, and everyone could see his reactions. This caused Sapnap to press his lips together tightly, holding his breath to try and prevent any more laughter or squeaks from escaping. "Or not?"
"Oh no, he is. He's just embarrassed, right Sap?" Karl was met with a whine as the boy under his fingers shook his head frantically, still trying with all his might to dislodge Karl's grip from his shoulders. "Foosh do me a favor, squeeze above his knees for me, will you?"
"FOOLISH DON'T YOU DARE!"
"It would be my pleasure!" Sapnap kicked out as hard as he could, but it was no use. Foolish quickly wrapped his legs around Sapnap's, holding him in place while both his hands grabbed above Sapnap's knees. The noise he let out was so loud that Foolish had stopped tickling because he was laughing so hard himself. Karl giggled behind Sapnap, dragging his hands a little lower and out to push under Sapnap's arms, pressing and vibrating into the top ribs.
"NOHOHO PLEHEASE! WEHEHE CAN PLAY! WE CAHAHAN PLAHAHAY!" Sapnap shrieked, thrashing harder than Karl had ever seen as Foolish latched back to his legs, a little farther up on his thighs. The youngest boy was beside himself because of how much it tickled, unable to beg anymore due to the hysterical laughter that continued to flow from him.
After a few more seconds Karl and Foolish stopped their tickling, instead rubbing out the tingly feeling as Sapnap continued to giggle as he calmed down. Once he was able to breathe again, he coughed and cleared his throat, pushing himself to sit back up fully in his chair before pulling himself back in front of the monitor. Karl and Foolish pulled their chairs closer next to Sapnap on either side of him, sighing in relief as they saw Sapnap had saved his settings and actually was starting up the game.
"How's it feel knowing over 30,000 people just watched that?" Karl teased, mouth close to Sapnap's ear as he felt his face heat up once more. He rolled his eyes with a scoff, reaching an arm out to poke into Karl's side to shut him up. Foolish leaned forward, laughing as he watched Sapnap's chat continue to freak out over the scene that had just played out before them.
"At this rate, it looks like more than 30,000 people are gonna be watching this. I can see it already, everyone spamming 'CLIP?!' on twitter about this." Foolish continued to tease, Karl laughing along with him.
"Shut UP Foolish." Sapnap bit his lip, attempting to sound annoyed but failing as he was unable to hide the smile that was forming on his face - mostly because he knew Foolish was right.
"Yeah bud, looks like you'll never live this down, huh?" Karl giggled, making Sapnap grunt and finally give in to his embarrassment, hiding his face in his hands as Karl and Foolish continued to read the chat to tease him.
#lee!sapnap#ler!karl#ler!foolish#asks#anon#sorry for the delay#also sorry this is such a mess#i wrote this over a few times and still am not super happy with it but#here is it nonetheless#mushie ficlets#mcyt tickle#my stuff
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