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3cremepie3 · 2 years

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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞

Armin 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒙 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

For the after you read angst collab and my HeartLand Attack On Titan first date series! @hanmacide @sanoinc

“Ice cream maybe?” Wait there’s something even better.” You pointed to a strawberry shortcake stand up ahead. “I don’t think cake is gonna cool is gonna cool us down.” You had been walking for hours and the temperature reached its highest peak of 97 degrees.

“They have something even better,” you assured him. “Ta Da,” you exclaimed. His eyes lit up once he saw the special board. A strawberry shortcake milkshake was written on it. “Do you wanna try it?” Whatever you want you can have L/n.” Okay well I want that.”

You put your order in for 1 milkshake. “Huh, why only one I wanted to try some too.” Armin didn’t get what you were setting up. The day at Heartland was going great as your first date so far. Except for the fact that Armin couldn’t pick up on any of your advances. Like your shameless flirting. Or you pointing out other couples doing cute things.

For someone who’s dated before he doesn't know a lot. So of course he didn’t understand when you only brought one milkshake. “Umm, I’ll be right back Y/n I’m gonna head to the restroom.” Okay, see you in a bit,” you sighed.

Once Armin got in the bathroom he immediately Group FaceTimed his friends. “Armin how’s its going,” they all asked. “I feel like I’m doing something wrong you guys.” Huh whys that?” We know you don’t get much play but come on dude you can’t flop with Y/n or I’ll have to take them,” Jean confessed.

“I’m not flopping you asshole,” Armin yelled. “Jean Shutup hell up let him speak,” Mikasa commanded. Jean stopped his ranting. “It's been awhile since I dated Annie.” And I don’t know if I’m ready for someone as great as Y/n.”

Armin heard everyone sigh at the same time. “Listen Armin buddy,” Eren spoke. “We all know how much you love Y/n you can’t let past thoughts of Annie get in your way.” Yeah,” Mikasa agreed. “You guys are meant for each other stop thinking so hard.”

“Also Armin Y/n just texted me and they said you probably think their gross.” Because of some Milkshake,” Sasha reported. “Shit.” I gotta go you guys.” He hung up the phone running back to you.

“Y/n,” he yelled. “Yes?” I don’t think your gross and I would love to share this milkshake with you.” So Sasha told you about what I said,” you laughed.

“Yes why would you think I felt that way,” he chuckled. “Well, I thought things were going good but you're blowing off all my advances.” So maybe you were ignoring them on purpose.”

“Hey look at me,” he instructed. You look at him still slightly embarrassed. “If anything im the gross one.” I mean I’m here with you someone so pretty, prideful,perfect and precious.” I'm just a bit rusty on my dating skills is all.”

“Damn did I say too much you look concerned,” he wondered. “Of course not I'll always accept praise,” you smirked. “I’m concerned as to why you think so lowly of yourself and so high of me like I'm Jesus or something?” Your the brightest and sweetest person I know Armin.”

“I'm happy you were smart enough to come out here and tell me I'm not gross or anything because I was starting to get worried not gonna lie.” Thanks Y/n I needed that reassurance.” Although I hated to bother you.” What's bothering me is that our milkshake is melting.” Now come slurp this down before it leaks on the table.”

“Let's have a competition,” he challenged. “Whoever drinks this milkshake the fastest has to buy our next one.” It's a deal.” You both shook in it. You dived in immediately without his approval. “Hey that's not fair!” he whined soon he joined finishing way before you.

Afterward, you guys went to the cupid's bridge on a short walk. “I didn’t know you thought I was such an angel.” And perfect oh you don’t have to flatter me so much.” Flatter,” he exclaimed?! “It’s the truth just look at you everything is perfect.”

“I just wish you would say the same thing about yourself.” Your my favorite thing Y/n.” I thought the ocean was your favorite thing, you interrupted. “The ocean has now been replaced from this moment on.”

“I can’t say your my favorite thing yet until I taste this cake baby.” You and him picked up a cake on your way to the hotel. You popped some into your mouths. You stared at each other waiting for a reaction. After taking another bite you stopped. “Mid,” you both agreed at the same time.

“We’ll I guess you are my favorite thing Armin.” So since we're each other’s favorite things would you like to maybe see each other again after today?” Hmmm,” you pondered. “Of course, I had a whole bunch of fun today,” you admitted. You threw away the nasty ass cake and headed towards the hotel you and Armin where supposed to stay at.

You got there in awe from the lobby alone. You two where staying in on of the many hotels called sweethearts corner. It was very PINK. With some black accents, it almost looked like a love-core barbie dreamhouse. You asked a stranger to take a picture of you with the mascot of HeartLand statue.

They came out so cute and you where enjoying the heart filled environment until Armin called you to the reception desk. “It seems as though Eren only booked one room.”

“That sly fucker” Armin whispered to himself. He could just imagine the others smirking now that their plan worked. “Do you not want to be around me or something because I don’t see a problem,” you teased?

“Of course I want to be around you!” Always,” he began. “And forever,” you finished. “So before we go upstairs y/n.” I wanted to ask… about the status.

“Just spit it out Armin,” you demanded. “Fine I was asking about our relationship well.. the status of it.” So your asking if your my boyfriend or not?”

“Yes, that exact question. “Hmm well, I do seem to enjoy your company.” Armin was sweating buckets awaiting your answer. “Is that a yes,” he interjected? “Definitely a yes!”

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dylansslutt · 2 years

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moving on 2 / j.m & r.c

authors note: so i know last chapter i did a you pov. i just thought this gif perfected my vision of the character :) miss davina lmao

also there will be a third part to this story :)) enjoy please lmk if u liked it was highly highly requested

warnings: drama, tension, rafe, mention of past abuse from first chapter.

tagged: @k-k0129 @gillybear17 @luversgirl @novxturient @plutooryectors @drasticemotions @obxjjjohnb

your eyes flutter open, the sky still dark. your body jolting, registering you were in someones arms. you jerk away, causing someone to stumble, almost dropping you.

“woah, y/n/n.” your eyes land on the blue eyed boy above you. “i’m o-okay. let me stand.” you try to force his body to let you down.

“no way dude, you just about got knocked out. we are going to john b’s.” he declared, making you glare.

“i get that , but i can walk. i promise im fine.” jj sets you down, your knees giving out once more.

“see. no.” he goes to pick you up again, but you stumble away. your head was spinning, you land on your knees. whatever in your system, now onto the sand below you.

“what the fu- y/n!” kie’s voiced near you, her hands lifting your hair back. you dry heaved once more, before you leaned back on your elbows. “can w-we just sit? sit here for a second- my head is spinning.” i mumble out.

“imma fuckin’ kill em’. tha-” jj’s tone rang dangerous, the anger was felt in waves.

pope stood close, “jj their gone, we get em’ it’s okay. we-”

“no pope!” jj yells , you wince at the sudden tone change. “look at her!”

“he’s not wrong.” rafe’s voice spoke, your eyes landing on his hidden body off to the side. “shutup rafe.” sarah’s voice snapped.

“what? your best friend just got her ass beat helping you out and you- you gonna sit here like that’s not a big deal?” rafe yells at his sister. kie helping me sit up a little more, softly stroking my hair.

“guys...” kie muttered, everyone else still in the heat of the moment.

“hate to be that guy, but im with pope on this. there is no way those guys are gonna come back, when she’s feeling better we can head out.” john b spoke up.

“i agree.” your voice cracked, “i saw yall beat the hell out of them, i dont think they’ll try to mess with us again.”

you tried to reason with them, no point in the whole commotion. you were beginning to feel better. ready to just pass out.

“okay we can leave.” kie helps you up, your legs stable enough to hold your weight. you glance up, jj eyes already on you, but behind him stood rafe. arms crossed, eyes glued to you.

you walk forward, “jj how far is the car.?”

he scratches his head, “around the block, i can go pull it closer.” him and pope led ways in a hurry. sarah and john b stood together, eyes on you in concern.

“guys tonight was traumatic enough, no need in the stares. please.” you throw out, allowing everyone to continue walking. secretly sparing you glances. you tasted blood on your lips, your fingers running over a split lip.

“y/n.” his voice called out behind you, kie already giving you a look. you shook your head at her, sighing.

slowly, you turn to face him. “what rafe? it’s been a long night.” your ribs sptly ached, you had no energy for him. yes you were grateful for tonight, but that doesn’t change anything.

“look, i know.. i know this doesn’t change anything, bu-but i still love you alright.” you stare at him, tears already forming. you can not believe this shit.

you glare at him, “you can’t say that to me! not when you are the one that did this. you!” your finger pointed at him, the movement making you wince. “i can’t, ju-just please stop. stop doing this to me, mo-move on.”

you turn allowing yourself to be embraced by kie, your body shook with soft sobs. What you didn’t see was jj glaring rafe down, the sight of you making his anger rise.

He glanced down at his bruised and bloody knuckles, “alright let’s get her home.” He spoke up as the door opened. Kie helping you inside, you sit down beside Sarah. Allowing yourself to sink in her side, eyes resting .

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“Ahhh! Stop!” Jay lifts you up off your feet, your hands latching onto his arms. “Put me down!”

You two were surrounded by your friends, out on the water. “Down? You want down?” He plays like he is finna throw you.

“N-“ your body is enveloped by the water, you swam to the surface. “You jackass!” he gives you a wink before flipping off the side, joining you.

you giggle, him swimming closer to you. “damnnnn, lil’ ma. can i get your number?” jj jokes. you push his head back, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“you are so slow, i swear.” you stare into his eyes, the waves and your heart beat the only sound you can hear. his eyes flicker down to your lips, you softly licking them.

you press yourself closer, hands going around the back of his neck. pulling him into you, your lips meeting.

he was soft, gentle. his hand cupped your cheek, softly biting your lip as he pulls away. you felt the blush rising across your body, the heat radiating off his skin. very contrast to the cool water we swam in.

“i will always protect you, y/n.” he holds your jaw, your fingers sliding down his chest. “thank you, jay. i um..” your lip took place between your teeth, not knowing how to say your feelings.

“i really like you too, beautiful.” he spoke softly, your eyes lighting up. you lean forward placing another kiss on his lips. “oh good.”

you and jj became official, word spreading fast. not that it was a secret considering how much you two went out in public together.

today, jj was working and you were out shopping. your phone buzzed, causing you to stop. “hello?”

“y/n! what ya doing?” kie’s voice rang through the other line. you giggle, setting the top back on the rack. “im at the mall, right now. what about you?”

“bored, come over after?”

“sure.”

“can you get me a cookie? and a drink?” her voice sounded hopeful. you roll your eyes, “im getting chic-fil-a. ill get your meal with a cookie, bye love. text you when im on the way.”

“yay! thank you, bye love you.”

you walk up the front, a few items in hand. after checking out you made way towards the food court. you weren’t paying attention, just focused on getting food and leaving.

if you were paying attention you wouldve noticed rafe watching you in the distance. or following you to your car.

“y/n!” your eyes widen as you glance at a angry rafe, making way towards you. “what the fuck, rafe? are you following me around now?”

he glares down at you, “are you for real, right now? sleepin’ with that fucking pogue.” you glare back, mad you couldn’t use your hands to slap him upside the head.

“news flash, rafe! you arent my boyfriend. i am not yours, im jj’s and i can do whatever i want, you screwed that up remember?” you turn, putting stuff inside your car.

he slams your car door shut, you jump as your back is pressed against the car. “you are mine.” his eyes stare into mine. “you were mine first, y/n. don’t forget that.”

you push him away but he leans down, lips near your ear. “especially when you used to moan it.” you shove him away, a snarl evident on your face.

“you are fucking disgusting. don’t ever come near me again.” i quickly rush into my car, leaving rafe to watch you leave.

you told kie about everything that happened, not knowing whether to tell jj. he still doesn’t know everything about that past...

“i think imma head home, kie. love you!” you hug her bye, letting her know you’ll keep her updated.

you drove home, texting jj to come over. soft tunes played as you drove home, the sunset was a beautiful soft pink/orange color. everything lately has been a rush, too chaotic.

those guys, rafe...

you pulled up to your house, grabbing your stuff and making way upstairs. you left the front door unlocked for jj, you change out of your clothes. your ribs held a blue greenish bruise, still sore,

you turn around coming face to face with the blue eye boy, a startled scream errupting from your lips.

“jj! jesus christ.” your hand covered your chest, feeling now very exposed. jj’s face held a smirk, until his gaze landed on the bruise.

“god everytime i see that bruise. what they did, i swear to god. y/n. ill kill them if i ever see them.” his hands now cupped your face, his emotions seep through his skin.

“i know you will, but you are already in enough trouble.” you lean forward kissing his soft lips, “now hush, and get in bed and cuddle with me.”

you pull your new shirt on, slipping into your bed. jj scooting in close, ready to watch the twilight series with you. (he was team edward)

“i gotta tell you something...” your eyes connecting with his, your lip held between your teeth. anxiety was high considering what was about to leave your lips.

“i was leaving the mall today and-um.. well rafe, i dont know, i guess followed me?” you stuttered out. jj now pausing the movie, sitting up.

“do what?”

“he followed me out and was pissed about me and you, saying something about how im still his. even though, i made it very fucking clear im yours.”

jj stared into space, “he said you were his?” is that all he got?

you sit up now, staring at him. “please dont be mad at me.” he shakes his head, “i am not mad at you, but i am pissed.”

“im sorry.” you tear up, not knowing how you couldve fucked this up. “Hey, he- no. you are fine baby, you are good. im not mad at you, you did nothing wrong.

he pulls you in close, “im just so scared jay, rafe was so mean... he would get so mad at me all the time. i can-cant deal with it anymore.” you sobbed into his chest, his heart breaking at the sound.

while you were being comforted, jj was thinking of all the ways he was going to handle the situation.

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goldenchan-fx2thepeacock · 3 years

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Friendly Neighbourhood Phantom

rKay, y’all remember how I said I would write a fic for that one post I reblogged? Well, Wattpad still hates me, but here ya go.

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Danny was bored. He’d finally mastered the powers that decided to show up when he ‘died’ in the portal accident, but nothing was happening. Not that it was bad, just boring. He felt like he should do something. And when he overheard Sam talking about volenteering, he got an idea. “Sam, what was that thing you were talking about volenteering for?” He asked. “Oh, it’s a soup kitchen not far from here. You thinking about helping out?” she replied. “Well, yeah. I was thinking about using these powers for something useful,” “Danny, that’s genius. But volenteering is a big step. Maybe you could just help out people in ghost form?” “Huh, that’s not a bad idea. Thanks Sam!” He ran to class.

After school, he put his backpack down and changed. The first few times it was painful, but now it was a numb tingling sensation. He knew about the more sketchy areas in town and sped off.

He set down in a playground with a bunch of kids. There was one sitting off on her own. She was glumly playing with the sand. “Hey kid, want to play a game?” He asked. She stared at him. At first, she seemed startled, but she smiled. “Yeah! Let’s play hide and seek!” She giggled. He smiled. “Okay, I’ll count to ten and you go hide. Just don’t leave the playground,” He turned around and closed his eyes. She giggled and ran off. Once he finished counting to ten, he turned back around. He heard giggling from her, but decided to wander when looking for her. “Oh my gosh, you’re so good at hiding. I wonder where you could be,” He heard giggling behind him. After looking around a few trees, he acted like he’d just spotted the play structure. “Maybe you’re hiding in here?” He peeked under the structure. She giggled up at him. “You found me! Now it’s your turn to hide!” She ran off to the tree. He dashed into the slide and hid just in view. She spotted him immediately. “Ha! I found you!” “You did!” they played a few more rounds.

They were the only ones left when her dad showed up. “Iliana? Where are you?” He yelled. She dashed out from the play structure. “Right here daddy!” She yelled and ran over to Danny. He smiled at her and waved goodbye. “Iliana! That’s dangerous, don’t play with demons,” The dad snatched her away from Danny. “He’s not a demon!” Iliana said. “I’ve heard about things like you,” The dad narrowed his eyes at Danny. “Stay away from my daughter,” “We were just playing hide and seek!” Danny protested. “And I’m not a demon,” “Preying on children is wrong. Go back to hell,” Danny held back the tears and left. He knew the feeling. Transphobes liked to tell him to go to hell, but this was horrible.

Once he got home and finished his homework, he looked through his insta. Then he got a random idea. He went to the account blurb and clicked “make new account”. He took a selfie in his ghost form and set it as his profile pic. What to call it? He drummed his fingers on the desk and an idea came to him. He typed it in. Danny Phantom. He posted a bunch of anti bullying posts and selfies. He’d take pictures when volenteering as Phantom and put them up.

When he got to school in the morning, there was the usual buzz. Sam looked at him. Tucker was on vacation for a few more days. “So, how’d ‘volenteering’ go?” she asked. “Pretty good. I played hide and seek with a little girl. Is that a good start?” “Sounds good to me. But pretty good with you usually means that something happened,” She knew him too well. “I got called a demon,” He snapped. She grimaced. “Oh, Danny. I’m sorry. What was it?” “I think it’s just the whole ghost thing. I doubt he could tell I’m trans,” “Well, that’s gotta count for something!” “Maybe,” He sat down in Lancer’s class and pulled out a notebook. “Anything else happen?” “I started an account on Instagram for ghost me. I called it Danny Phantom. Should be easy enough to find,” “Don’t you think anyone’ll notice the parralels between that and Danny Fenton?” “The people here are too stupid to guess that. Besides, no one’s gonna connect the dots between me and a random ghost,” “Good point,” Lancer walked into the class. “Alright class, you know the drill,” Danny pulled out the novel they were reading this week.

Danny spent the rest of the week helping out in random ways and putting the pictures up on insta. Maybe it was kinda cheap, but unlike some accounts he’s seen, he was doing it solely for the purpose of raising awareness, not to make a good face. There were a few other derogatory terms thrown his way, but it wasn’t horrible. Today, he was going to start volenteering for real. He set down in front of the soup kitchen. “Listen, we don’t have soup till later. Come back then,” A guy wearing a big apron said. “Actually, I was going to volenteer to help out,” Danny said. The guy turned around. “You got a bit of a look going on there. Why do you wanna volenteer?” “To help out the community. And I can’t help looking this way,” “Huh. Well, get an apron on and help me make this soup,” The guy turned around. Danny obliged. “Uh, you never told me your name,” Danny said meekly. “Milton’s the name. And since I gave you mine, I’m gonna need yours,” “Danny,” “That all? No last name?” “You didn’t give me yours,” “Nah, but the kids like you usually boast about it. For a teen, you’re pretty humble,” “Thanks?” “Okay, enough small talk. Help me stir this while I get the other ingredients,” Milton thrust a long wooden spoon into Danny’s hands and walked off. Danny started stirring the big pot on the stove. He smiled and hummed a little tune to keep his attention. Milton walked back in. “No picture taking? You really are humble,” “I guess it just didn’t occur to me. I mostly made my account to tell people to be nicer to the less fortunate,” (Yes, the first part is a Toph line, but less condesending in this case) He kept stirring but didn’t pull his phone out. “You kids these days. Always an ulterior motive,” “I mean, I’m a ghost, so I could’ve been dead for hundreds of years for all you know,” Milton stared at him. “A ghost?” “Jeez, don’t panic or anything. Not all ghosts are malevolent. And I’ve only been ‘dead’, per se, for about a month,” “I thought it was just dumb hair dye and contacts,” Milton gaped. “Yeah, teenager just casually floats and nothing’s weird about that. Got the ingredients?” “Wha- oh yeah. Here,” Milton dumps the vegetable in the pot. “Sorry to scare you like that. I just didn’t want you calling me a demon or something when you found out,” “Why would anyone do that? Seems cruel,” “People don’t often care about anything but their prejudices,” “Generalization or stereotype there?” “Stereotype. I guess. Let’s just make soup,” He wasn’t about to spill his troubles onto a random stranger.

He stood in the window giving out soup. Sam was standing not far off taking pictures. He wasn’t completely sure if he should keep posting. But it was kinda late to do that now. Danny Phantom had started to gain attention Danny Fenton never would. “What the hell? I didn’t know Milton was the type to let freaks help out,” One skinny teenager in ripped clothes said. “I didn’t know there was a reason to not let a person help the less fortunate,” Danny handed him a bowl of soup. “Sorry man. I guess the stress of having to come here everyday is starting to get to me,” “It’s okay. When Milton takes his turn, wanna talk about it?” “Thanks dude,” The skinny guy sat down at one of the many tables set up. “No problem. It’s the least I can do,” Danny smiled at him. Milton walked up behind him. “I’ll take it for fifteen minutes. Ghost probably don’t need breaks, but I’d feel bad if I made you do all the work,” Danny nodded and ditched the apron. He phased through the wall and floated over to the skinny guy.

The guy looked startled. “You’re floating,” He stared at Danny’s feet. “Ya know, probably could’ve told you that myself,” Danny smirked. “Danny! Is your shift done or something?” Sam ran over. “Nah, I just was gonna let this guy talk about his problems to someone,” “You’re a ghost,” The guy looked lost. “Yes and no. Semantics. Listen, I’m not here to tell you about my weird life. I’m here so you don’t completely lose it from having to support yourself,” “Thanks again for that. So your name is Danny?” “Yeah. This is Sam. What’s your name?” “Jack,” Danny held back the snort that came with thinking of his bumbling father. Bumbling couldn’t have been more accurate. Jack Fenton gave Danny bumblebee vibes. “Nice to meet you Jack. What did you need to talk about?” Sam snorted behind Danny. “Shutup,” Danny slid into the seat across from Jack. “What’s funny?” Jack said. “Nothing. My dad’s name is Jack and you look absoloutely nothing like him. Sam is drawing certain parralels that don’t need to be there,” “Your dad? Do ghosts have dads?” “Half ones do,” Sam said. “We’re not talking about that. Why do you have to come here. You don’t look much older than 15,” “If it weren’t for the glowy hair and eyes, I’d say you don’t look older than 12,” “I’m fourteen,” “Close enough,” “Whatever. Why do you come here?”

Danny became a hit with the soup kitchen users. He’d talk to people about they’re issues with an air of concern. He didn’t shut anyone down no matter how small the issue. Soon, he wasn’t a freaky prospect, he was the ghost who listened to people’s issues. “I think we should get Jazz to help you out at the soup kitchen,” Tucker said one day at lunch. “I mean, she knows, so it can’t be that weird. It’ll give her some field experience with helping people out too. Yeah, that’ll work,” Danny took a bite out of the glowing sandwich. “Are you sure that’s safe?” Sam poked it. “Eating ectoplasm won’t kill me anymore than I already am,” “Touche,” Tucker said. “That’s not how touche works, at least I don’t think so,” Danny replied. “And you’re in academic english,” Sam laughed. “You are too! And english is like, my worst class,” “Fair enough. But yeah, getting Jazz to help out is a good idea,” She forked her veggy lasagna. “Okay! I’ll tell her tonight,”

The soup kitchen wasn’t the only place Danny volenteered. He kept up the random helping and stopped a few crimes when he came across them. It wasn’t like he went looking for crimes, but it came with the territory. He stopped a car crash one time. Danny Phantom slowly became a hit on Instagram. Danny had to turn off notifcations at night. He opened it and gaped. “500 followers overnight! And it’s going up?! Holy shit,” He turned the notifications back off and did his morning routine. It was break day, so he glared at the sports bra he knew he’d have to wear. “If I find that ghost boy, I’ll tear him apart molecule by molecule!” Jack Fenton said. Danny winced. It was normal at this point, but he didn’t like it very much. “Oh Jack. You know we should study it,” He head his mom say. Danny didn’t know what was worse, his dad’s threats of death or his mother’s dissociation. “Dann-o! We’re going looking for the ghost boy today!” Jack said excitedly. “What did he do wrong?” “Nothing, but he probably has an ulterior motive to all this helping stuff!” Jack replied. Danny sighed and pulled out the cereal. “That’s the ecto contaminated cereal Danny,” Maddie said. Mom, that’s what he meant. “Oh, whoops,” He put it back and grabbed a new box. “Why’re we keeping it anyways?” “It’s an experiment!” Mom replied. “You guys and all your ridiculous ghost stuff need to stop it,” Jazz huffed as she walked down the stairs. “But we have proof of ghosts now! And some of them can get they’re hands on human tech,” Jack- er Dad, said. “You mean social media? People could just taken random picture of a random guy doing that and made something out of it,” “He’s floating Jazzibear, that means something!” J- Dad said loudly. “Photo editting,” Jazz knew it was hopeless, but she did it for Danny. “Believe what you want,” Dad grabbed some fudge from the fridge.

Jazz and Danny walked to the soup kitchen. Well, Jazz walked and Danny floated. It was Saturday, so they were taking an all day shift. “500 followers Jazz! That’s crazy for one night!” “That’s great!” “I know. Oh look, we’re here,” Danny sped over to the kitchen while Jazz sat at one of the tables. “Hey, it’s my favourite ghost,” Milton said. “More like the only ghost you know,” “Yeah, let’s stir this pot and make soup,” Milton laughed. Maybe everything wasn’t great, but Danny was okay with that. He smiled and stirred the pot of soup.

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And, la fin. Maybe it sucks, but I felt like writing something for this. My first oneshot actually. Let me know if you want more of this! The idea came from a post I read by @redrobin-detective. I reblogged it for those who want to see the original concept. Sorry if my grammar is a little strange to you. I’m from Canada, and grammar here is different than the States.

#danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #fic #oneshot #jazz fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #mr lancer #trans!danny #tumblr accidentally made me post this so now it at least has tags #phandom #au

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big-tiddie-squad · 4 years

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My Cafe Date With U

@twancingyunhoe good morning sunshine! I love youuuu heres my first fluff just for you! 🥰🥰🥰

All inner thoughts are represented by ~~

Yourname365 has joined THE WORLD.

You see your user name floating in front of your eyes, excited to finally be able to play with the new VR system.

You’d been hoping to win the mini competition the nearby store had been hosting, in hopes to be the first to experience it. Well, the first “regular” person, .... and to get away from the real world for a little while, and the voice that keeps you down.

~Stupid and childish to play such a little game. What a waste of time.~

Please... not now.

Its been oppen to the rich and various celebrities across the globe for several months now. But that doesn’t matter. You’re just excited to escape. You’d heard that you can use the sensory pads to actually feel things in The World. There’s even a small ox of tablets that allow you to TASTE the foods in this virtual world.

~POINTLESS.~

You look down at your hands. Everything looks so real. You’d made your in-world self similar to how you look in the real world. When it becomes open to the rest of the real world, you wanted your friends to recognize you easily. Though... technically you could have made yourself into a small faerie like creature with cat ears and a tail and they’d probably assume its you.

~Everyone hates you. You have no friends. Those people just feel sorry for you~

I...I know.....

You look around The World and are awestruck. You’re in the middle of a small city. The roads are made with different shades of red brick and the trees offer the perfect ration of sunlight to shade. There’s 2 or 3 cafes with a few celebrities and other famous people you never would have thought you’d see here.

Everything is so bright and it warms you almost as if it was real sunlight. You’re glad you chose to use the sensory pads on the first trip here. The trees sway slightly and a light breeze caresses your bare arms. Your old t-shirt and pj pants were replaced with a nicer shirt and a pair of leggings.

“I wonder what all I can do? ....Is it appropriate to just walk up to famous people here and ask? No.... no I won’t bother them. Maybe there’s a starter guide in the menu?” You say to yourself. “Let’s see,” you somehow manage to open the menu, which is a great start, and begin walking to the nearest cafe that you had seen. The menu blocks most of your view but you have a pretty good memory and you continue to walk as you search for a guide. “Inventory? No. Settings? No.... hmmm...oof!” You slam into something solid.

“ SORRY! Sorry!” You repeat and bow, panicking as you realize you can’t figure out how to close the menu now.

~Here we go again... Once a moron always a moron~

Please stop.

“I’m so sorry this menu blocks my whole view! I can’t figure out how to close it... I’m so so so sorry!” You feel hands on your arms, steadying you and keeping you from bowing anymore. “Hey, it’s ok haha. No harm done just take a deep breath.” A wonderful voice says, exuding nothing but kindness and understanding. It sounds so familiar....

“Just twitch your right pinky finger, it opens and closes the menu.” The man explains calmly. You try it.... and it works. You keep your eyes down, then go to bow again and thank the person and again he keeps you from bowing again. You can’t bring yourself to look up at him. To look at which famous person you embarrassed yourself in front of, your FIRST TIME here in The World.

~STUPID STUPID STUPID~

please....

~How could you have been so STUPID.~

You should have just looked at the instructions.

~What an idiot there you go again making a fool of yourself. PATHETIC.~

Your eyes water at the intrusive thoughts. You notice your body starting to shake. Your breath is becoming more and more uneven. You feel like the heat is being sucked out of you.

A panic attack.

The man in front of your notices and speaks but it sounds like he’s underwater. Like YOU’RE underwater.

~It’s hopeless.~

You feel him guide you and pull you down... into a chair. He moves his hands slowly down to your hands and holds them both. You’re shaking like a leaf. Unable to speak or focus much. And then you hear a muffled tune. The thumbs of the strangers hands both rub small circles on yours and occasionally apply a little pressure and the circles continue again. The combination of both the muffled tune and the circles being rubbed onto your hand provide something for you to focus on.

You feel yourself calming down from the attack after a few minutes and the muffled tune breaks through to a lovely voice.

“-hangsang nae gyeote meomulieo jwo-”

You recognize the words... that voice... you stare at his hands. His strong hands. Ones you’ve gushed over before. Tentatively, you look up. Up into the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen.

Your heart kick starts.

Yunho....

You stare, dumbfounded as he quietly cuts off before the next verse. “Better now?” His worrying eyes take in every feature on your face and suddenly you feel the heat rise in your cheeks and along your neck. “Y--yes. Thank you....” You manage to fumble out. He smiles softly and then chuckles seeing the tinge of red. It’s like everything brightens more with his smile and laughter. “ I’ll go grab you something to eat and drink... I know it’s fake but who doesn’t like food?” He leaves you to go inside the building you’re both by.

You realize now that he has sat you down at a cafe and you look around taking the beauty of it. You stare at the pretty little bouquet of Dahlias sitting in the middle of your table. Yunho returns with 2 hot teas and a large slice of tiramisu.

“...I hope you like tea and tiramisu.... I forgot to ask. It’s ok if you don’t though, I can go get something else for you.” He rambles a little all while holding two small forks.

You smile and laugh. “I love tiramisu and tea. For that matter I love both hot and cold tea. But uh... what’s with the tiny forks?” You ask curiously.

He shyly smiles as you take one. “ I think they’re cute. Honestly, I think all small things are cute.” He looks you in the eye and clears his throat before looking at the cake. “Hope you don’t mind sharing.” He smiles and digs in taking a comedic sized scoop of the cake and shoveling it into his mouth. You laugh and eat some yourself. The flavor explodes in your mouth and you could almost actually believe you're actually sitting with Yunho eating cake. THE YUNHO!

“You’re... You’re Yunho, right? You’re in Ateez?” You question. He stops eating and you see a little powdered espresso on his lips before he swipes his tongue across it and licks it clean. "You’ve heard of us?” He looks so proud. “Of course I love your guys’ music! You’re all extremely talented!” You gush before becoming shy again.

~Don’t be any weirder than you already are. He’s only being nice because you had a panic attack.~

Shut up.

“Thank you! It’s always nice to hear from a fan. ...and such a pretty one at that.” He beams.

~He’s lying.~

SHUTUP.

~He’s supposed to be nice to all-~

SHUTUP. Just... let me be happy for one moment...

Just one single moment.

~.......................~

Yunho reaches across the table towards you and brushes a tear off your face. When did that happen? “Are you okay?” He asks, voice filled with concerned. “Why are you crying?” You wipe the tears that follow in the first ones place... you feel you can tell him...it’s not like you’ll see him ever again anyways right? “I have.... I have intrusive thoughts. It’s like my subconscious always has something mean or hateful to add. I keep having the thoughts lately. Sometimes it feels like its just me and that tiny hateful little voice in the back of my mind. It makes me feel stupid and worthless....” you trail off... you’re talking to much again... the voice always said you talked to much.

Yunho is staring at you... eyebrows scrunched and frown on his perfect face. He stands up and walks over to you. Then turns your chair so that you face him and then pulls you up and out of it. He wraps you in a hug, strong arms incasing you and rests his chin on your head. “Tell that voice, that Yunho said to be quiet and leave you alone. I don’t want you to ever think that way about yourself. If you do, I want you to come straight to me. I know we don’t know each other well but if you feel down I’ll be waiting here for you. You’re a perfect, beautiful human being and you deserve to see yourself and treat yourself as one. So tell that voice to go away and never come back. Okay?”

You stand there... shocked. Unable to produce anymore tears and the feeling of copious amounts of kindness and love radiating from him and the words he’s just said.

I deserve to see and treat myself as a a perfect, beautiful human being.

You nod your head and after several minutes, something that sounds like a ringtone goes off. Yunho releases you and his eyes seem to stare off into the distance before he blinks and looks back down at you. “ That was my phone going off. Unfortunately, i have to go to practice now. It was nice meeting you-... oh wow I’m so sorry I never asked you for your name?”

You smile. “It’s y/n. go on, don’t let me hold you up. Wouldn’t want you to be late for practice.”

He smiles widely, “ Can-... can we meet here tomorrow again? Around 2? If you aren’t busy of course. I want to talk to you more. We can talk about whatever you like. Your day, your life, your likes/dislikes, or your feelings? Whatever you want.” He looks hopeful and anxious, pulling at the bottom of his shirt.

“Sure.” You say filled with more confidence than you ever thought you could muster. In less than an hour, he helped give you back some of your confidence. He helped you realize you were more than that little voice said you were.

That’s how you met him. That’s why you meet up several times a week in a virtual world now. Why you both want to meet up in the real world now. That’s how these cafe dates with HIM started.

#ateez fluff #roommates #for my roommate #ateez yunho #ateez fic #not a fluff writer #not even a writer #i hope it's okay #it's a little after 3 am #intrusive thoughts #depression #cafe

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sunflowevol6 · 5 years

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You're an Idiot

Reddie but make it Halloween ~~

It was Halloween and Richie was ready to get shit faced.

As much as people hate to accept it Richie was actually smart. He was a hard worker and fuck anyone who couldn't see that. Recently he's been working his ass off and this Halloween he was going to party if it killed him.

It was rounding 10pm and he finally finished his classes and was ready to hit up some parties. He took out his phone and tried his best figure out the closest party according to social media.

He fucking hated Snapchat but man it was convenient when you wanted to get shit faced.

Slipping his phone back into his jeans he headed towards the nearest frat house, not needing to change since he wore his magnum PI outfit all day.

Richie snuck his way into the party easily since it was so hectic no one gave a shit and grabbed a red Solo cup as soon as possible. The liquid burned his throat but it's exactly what he wanted as he chugged whatever it was they concocted that night.

Grabbing a second cup he started walking around finding something more interesting to do than drink alone, if he was being honest he was looking for someone specific but doubted he would find Eddie at a frat party.

Sure Richie wanted to get drunk in order to relax since he's been working hard but deep down he really wanted to forget about some certain feelings, some certain feelings towards a certain someone.

Eddie was in Richie's bio class and he could never keep his eyes off him. He knew Eddie noticed and when they partnered up Richie would never shut up but honestly he didn't even know if Eddie was gay. So tonight he would drown himself in jungle juice and find a guy to make out with goddamnit.

Richie was entering a quieter living room when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

"Helloooo?" He answered without looking at the contact.

"Richie! Are you out of class yet?" Beverly shouted excitedly, loud music playing in the background.

"I am, where are you? Sounds loud." Richie continued to slurp down his drink.

"Mm at Ben's, he's throwing a great Halloween party. You should come over!! I'll text you the address." Beverly sounded more trashed than Richie.

"Perfect I'll be there," Richie said hanging up, he tossed back the rest of his drink and headed out.

Richie walked up to Ben's house, it was smaller than the frat house but the party seemed more alive and Richie was excited.

He weaved through people in the entrance and headed straight for the kitchen for more drinks but was surprised by what he found.

"Ed's." He said with a grin.

"That's not my name," the shorter boy said turning around.

"Fancy seeing you here," Richie said pouring himself a drink.

"Likewise trashmouth," Eddie said looking him up and down, it made Richie shiver.

"Did I miss anythung exciting?" Richie asked sipping his drink, he noticed Eddie was just drinking water.

"I think someone was about to start a drinking game in the other room," Eddie said not so enthusiasticlly

"You didn't want to join?"

"Unfortunately I'm the DD tonight." Eddie said holding up his water.

"That is unfortunate. I'm here to get shit faced." Richie said with a wink throwing back his drink and going into the other room, leaving Eddie alone.

Richie played the stupid drinking game with everyone, he just wanted an excuse to drink more and when he felt like he could barely walk across the room he figured he should start slowing down.

He left the drinking game to go venture into a room with dancing, wanted to rub up on some cute boy was the only thing on his mind.

Stumbling through the hallway he followed the sound of music and joined the group of dancing bodies, relying on them to keep him from falling over. Some guy dressed as Johnny depps character from nightmare on elm Street came over to Richie and soon they were dancing as close as possible.

Richie was starting to work up a sweat when the guy put his body right up against Richie's, his back to Richie's front. Richie was breathing hard onto his neck and he leaned back kissing Richie hard. Richie tried his best to not collapse right there, his head was already spinning from the alcohol but now he had something else influencing his brain.

Richie opened his eyes trying to get ahold of himself and noticed Eddie across the room glaring at him. Richie forrows his brow and Johnny depp guy continues to grind on him. Eddie storms out and Richie isn't in the mood anymore, he shoves away from the dancing guy and goes after Eddie.

He finds him back in the kitchen, still just drinking fucking water as if Uber doesn't exist.

"You okay?" Richie asks, barely able to comprehend a coherent thought.

"Fine."

"Really? Cuz you just gave me the dirtiest look for no reason Eddie" Richie said wishing he had some water now.

"No reason- you know what yeah you're right. Go back out there to Johnny depp, seemed like you guys were having fun." Eddie spat out.

"I know you're not being serious and I want to figure out what's going on but I'm gonna need some water before we continue this conversation." Richie grabbed the counter and Eddie handed him his water.

Richie took a big gulp and took a second to think.

"Why were you even watching me?" Richie asked.

"I- I think you're hot Richie. I was watching you because I think you're hot." Eddie conffesed, cheeks starting to turn a shade of red.

"You what?" Richie's brain felt like it was short circuiting.

"I'm not gonna repeat it rich"

"Ed's I didnt even know you were gay." Richie breathed out.

"You're a fucking idiot tozier. I've been flirting with you since day one of class." Eddie said moving a bit closer.

"Well good cuz so was I," Richie said stepping into Eddie's space.

"You smell disgusting trashmouth." Eddie said, breathing the same air as Richie.

"I think that nickname really says it all huh." Richie whispers down to him.

"Shutup." Eddie closes the distance between them, kissing Richie hard but with passion and Richie can feel his head spinning again.

"You think you can be my DD? I don't know if I can walk out of here on my own." Richie said still not opening his eyes.

"You really should learn your limits." Eddie said, also not moving from his proximity to Richie.

"Like you said, I'm just a fucking idiot."

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #beverly marsh #it chapter two #theyre like in college but its lile modern not the 90s tbh #but magnum pi and johnny depp r my nod to the 90s so leave me alone #if u domt thimk johnmy depp peaked in that mkvie dont talk to me

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stormtrprinstilettos · 5 years

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“Why didn’t you pack this?” - Roger x (fem)Reader (smut)

Summary: It’s 1983 and Queen is recording their next album at the studio where you work, and things get a little heated between you and the drummer.

Series Masterlist here

In this “episode”: Reader gets a bit tied up; then it’s time to go!

Word Count: ~2.6K

Warnings: The usual, smut and language. 18+ please.

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[A/N: It’s back, bitches. This one is per an anon request. I know, it’s shorter than usual, but it needs to be. Next one will be longer. I need more ideas if this saga is to continue beyond two more chapters! Send them in!!]

Two days. Your entire life will change in two days and you’re a nervous wreck, sitting alone in your living room, waiting for Roger to finish at the studio. You’ve already packed, and since you no longer have a job to occupy yourself with, you’re bored, and left alone with every single nervous thought that’s popping into your head. What if you hate it? What if everyone hates you? What if this is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made? What if this all ends in disaster?

The phone rings and snaps you out of your daze. It’s Roger, and the second you hear his voice your nerves subside. “Dinner, with the guys, yes?” Before you can even answer, he starts talking again. “I’m leaving here soon so I’ll come pick you up.”

“What if I don’t want to go?” you joke.

He chuckles. “Wear that little black thing I saw in your closet yesterday,” he murmurs, completely ignoring your question. “Under your clothes, of course.”

You quickly run to your closet, not knowing what “thing” he was talking about, but when you see it, your pulse begins to race. You smirked and gently fondle the soft material of black bustier on the shelf. Is this what he was talking about? you wonder, checking the rest of your closet and not seeing anything else that was black. You undress and slip it on, along with the panties, garters and fishnets that are with it. You put on a short black skirt, red shirt and a pair of heels, then go back in the living room to wait for Roger.

“You’re coming to Munich, yes?” Freddie asks at dinner. “I need at least one person who agrees with me. And the ideas you had for ‘It’s a Hard Life’ were perfect. We finished it yesterday.” He took a deep breath as you sat there with an amused smile on your face. “Please come, Y/N. I’ve grown attached to you.” He smiles and grabs your hand on the table.

“My plan is to…” you start to explain, but Roger comes back to the table. “If Roger wants me to go, I will be there.”

Freddie rolls his eyes and squeezes your hand. “I don’t give a fuck about what Roger wants. You’re coming.”

You glance over at Roger who leans in to whisper. “See? I told you they’re alright with you coming.” He starts talking to Freddie, you’re not listening to what they’re saying – you’re too busy wondering why and when you got so lucky, not just to be right smack in the middle of life with your favorite band, but to have befriended them, and to have actually fallen in love. People may think it’s ridiculous, or pathetic, or whatever they want to think. You don’t care. Roger doesn’t care. No one else’s opinion matters. You leave for Montreux in two days. Finally, you and Roger will truly have some time alone away from everyone, when he’s not working, of course.

“So that settles it,” you hear Brian say when you return back to reality. “We’ll see you next Wednesday.” You glance up and see Brian, Freddie and John leaving the table.

Roger puts his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in for a hug. “Don’t worry. There won’t be any late night sessions, so we’ll still have plenty of time to ourselves.”

You were confused. “They’re coming too? But I thought…”

He started to laugh and kissed the top of your head. “Like they said, they’ll only be there a few days.” You look up at him and smile and he kisses the tip of your nose. “Let’s go get your bags and you come stay with me, yeah?”

“The first thing we need to do when we’re finished in Munich is get you out of this flat,” you hear Roger say as you’re walking around to make sure you’re not forgetting anything. “Not that there’s anything wrong with it,” he says before sighing when he sees you walk back in the room. “I just think, you know, you’d want to…” He walks over to you and smiles. “Maybe move into the house?”

“What house?” you ask, genuinely not knowing what he’s talking about.

“Whichever house I’m at,” he says. “I bought the house. Here. In L.A. I thought if you didn’t want to come along on the whole tour you would want to stay there, and then…”

“Wait.” You interrupt him, startled by what he’s saying. “Slow down,” you chuckle. “You bought the house?”

“Yes.” He flashes a big grin.

“Tour?”

“Yes. If you want to come,” he says, still smiling.

You smile as well, and take a deep breath before putting you hand to his cheek. “You’re so damn cute.” You start to giggle. “Can we make it through two weeks in Montreux first?”

“This maturity of yours is absolutely ridiculous,” he laughs. “But of course, we need to get through Montreux first. I don’t doubt for a second that we will.” He dramatically dips you down and gives you an equally dramatic kiss before picking you back up. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, Y/N. Don’t think I’m going to fuck it up for one second.”

“I know you won’t,” you whisper and smile. “I know.”

As soon as he closes the door at the house, he rushes to you and pulls you close, kissing you deeply as he starts to take off your shirt. “Why haven’t you worn this for me before?” he whispers as he runs his hands over the bustier you’ve been hiding from him all night. You stay quiet, not sure if you’re supposed to speak. You’re not sure of anything right now. He grazes his fingertips from your upper arms, moving them slowly down to your elbows, before touching your sides then across your stomach. His touch was so light and soft, so teasing. Your head falls back as he moves his closer, his lips hardly touching yours before he pulls away. Your craving is building up inside and you’re not sure how you’re managing to stand there without grabbing him and demanding more. He unzips your skirt and pushes it down, making it fall to your feet.

His fingers roam down to your panties, perfectly following the contour of your box. All you wanted was to feel his touch without the barrier, but he’s denying you, teasing you again with a soft teasing touch of his lips. “You are so fucking perfect,” he says with a gravel in his voice that hints at his own rising lust.

You’re drowning, every touch he’s giving you making it harder for you to breathe, his fingers softly caressing your clit through the lace material. The constant slow motion only made your passion grow, and you gasp. He hooks his fingers inside your panties, putting the tip of his middle finger inside of you barely enough to wet it. He started to rub your clit again with that finger and you close your eyes, the feel of every touch heightened. He suddenly stops touching you and you open your eyes. He grabs your hand and walks you to the bedroom.

You watch him as he takes off his shirt, his eyes not moving from yours, and all you can think about is how you want to tease him as much as he’s been teasing you, but he isn’t going to let you. Instead, he pulls you close, his chest rubbing against your skin. The lips he keeps pressing on your neck are driving you crazy, and you let out a soft moan. He guides you to the bed and motions for you to lay down, and you obey. He grabs your wrist and pulls it to the headboard, confusing you for a moment before wrapping it in what feels like a necktie, tying it and constricting you. He looks at you to make sure you’re okay, and you smirk and nod. He smirks back in approval before tying your other wrist to the headboard in the same manner.

He hasn’t shaved in a few days for some reason, but you don’t mind at all. It somehow made him seem more animalistic, if that was even possible. And looking at him right now, looking into his ocean blue eyes, all you can think about is how you want to feel his stubble between your thighs, on your mound as he flicks and circles your clit with his tongue. He finally kisses you, his tongue darts in your mouth as he runs his hand over your body, stopping at your waist so he can pull down your panties. He still smirks as he moves down, pulling them off completely over your fishnet thigh highs and heels that you’re still wearing. He gives gentle kisses up your legs, tickling you with his facial stubble as he makes his way to your thighs, using one hand to part your lips and rub lightly over your clit. Your temperature starts to rise, and you bite your bottom lip in tension as your breathing becomes ragged in anticipation.

He plunges two fingers inside of you as he continues to kiss his way to where he really wants to be, but not before raising his head to look at you, making sure you were still comfortable. Your moans start to get louder, and he moves back down, gently pulling back the hood of your now swollen clit, and begins to softly lick. You arch your back, bringing yourself closer to him, looking down and completely transfixed at the sight in front of you. He pulls his mouth away and removes his fingers, bringing them up to your mouth and you suck in them eagerly. “Still my naughty minx,” he whispers. “I saw something else you’ve hidden from me,” he growls. He reaches down to his side and pulls out a toy – you immediately recognize it and your mouth drops open. “Do you use this often?” he asks, wryly.

“No,” you whisper, unsure how he’s feeling about it. “I haven’t needed to,” you smirk. Without replying, he turns it on and starts to rub it against your already sensitive clit. You start to buck off of the bed again, unable to control your movements, your groans getting louder as you feel the vibrations. He watches you closely, gauging how close you were to orgasm, noting all of the subtle signs he’s learned over the last few months. Your orgasm was starting to rush toward you like a tsunami, and your moans can’t be restrained like you are. “Oh my god,” you say aloud.

He sees you tensing. He sees your head throw back. He knows you’re about to peak, and he quickly pulls the toy away, denying you your release. He moves back up to meet your mouth with his and gives you a gentle kiss. “You are mine, and mine alone,” he whispers. You give him a soft nod and smile, and he returns the smile. “Only I get to make you cum,” he says as you giggle. “Good girl.” He brings the toy back to your clit, teasing you again, as he kisses you deeply and you moan into his mouth. “Only me, Y/N,” he whispers after bringing you close again. He stands next to the bed and takes off his pants as you watch, noticing the stiffness of his cock. “Look what you’ve done,” he chuckles as he crawls back on the bed, climbing over you. He starts to rub his cock on your wetness, bringing you even more tingling sensation. “My beautiful girl, so desperately needing to cum for me.” He leans down and gives you another kiss and whispers into your mouth. “You want to cum for me, don’t you?

“Yes,” you breathlessly reply. “I need to.” He moves his head back and looks into your eyes, still rubbing his cock against you. “Please,” you beg. He smirks as he starts to slowly push himself inside of you. “Please, Roger,” you groan. The slow and shallow back and forth thrusts are pure torture, but you know it won’t last long. You can tell by his deep and rapid breathing. You instinctively try to move your hands to his back, but you can’t because he still has you tied to the bed. You are completely at his mercy.

Your body starts to quiver as his hands grab your hips, and he continues to fuck you in this steady rhythm, full of passion, his eyes gazing down at yours. “My dirty girl,” he coos with a smirk. “Are you ready for me?” You nod your head yes as best you can and he leans over you, becoming more forceful with his thrusts, lifting your legs up to rest on his shoulders. He grunts and you gasp as he starts to fuck you hard, and rough. “I’m so close already,” he grunts in your ear. “Are you ready to cum for me?”

“Yes, Roger,” you struggle to get out. “Yes, I’m ready. Please.” He pounds his cock into you, harder and faster than before, holding your shoulders to steady himself. You shriek as your climax overtakes your entire body, and his follows immediately. His hips start to jerk wildly as he explodes inside of you. “Give it all to me, baby,” you encourage as his entire body quakes.

He collapses on top of you, both of you breathless and spent, him still inside of you. “I love you,” he whispers with a smile before giving you a soft kiss.

“I love you too,” you whisper back. “Can you please untie me?” you giggle. “I haven’t touched you…” He raises his brow jokingly and starts to untie your hands. “I like touching you.” You bring your hand to the nape of his neck and pull him down for another kiss. “But I won’t complain too much if you want to tie me up more often.”

He smiles as he gives you another kiss. “Why didn’t you pack this?” he asks as he rubs his finger over your corset. “Don’t worry about that. We’ll buy you some new things,” he chuckles and winks. “And these heels…” He starts to do his playful growl and nibbles on your neck, making you giggle before looking back up at you. “Two more days,” he whispers as he smiles.

“I know, posh, but I want all the privacy I can get with my girl,” Roger tells you as he hugs you from behind after stepping on to the private jet he’s chartered. “There’s even a bed in the back.” He starts to tickle you but you pull out of his hold, laughing, and scurry away from him.

“So this is really happening,” you observe as you start to look around. “I mean, it’s really happening.”

“Yes,” he tells you, grabbing you from behind again and resting his chin on your shoulder. “The first step to the future.”

#1983 roger #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x y/n #roger taylor x you #roger taylor smut #roger taylor fanfiction #roger taylor fic #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor fluff #roger taylor series #my stuff

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lucarioisinthevoid · 4 years

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Henry, could you tell us about the times William had to take care of you? What happened that made it neccessary?

(Anonymous said:Henry, could we get a bit more info on that one time you got sick and made Music Man? What made you create this monstrosity? Was your fever THAT high?)

Henry looked at the asks.“I am refusing to answer that. Nothing good will come from that answer.”You can answer, or you can meet up with your other sel-“OKAY, OKAY. Fine.”Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, he began explaining.“I avoid William taking care of me at all costs. It makes him too… confident. A confident Will is a troublesome will, downright sabotaging my projects for “my best”. He is obsessed with the notion that he could enact control. It is easy to forget, but he is as much of a psychopath as I am and he has his controlling, ruthless side. Thus, showing weakness around him is very foolish idea. A few very unlucky times though, he caught me in a less than ideal situation.”It was really difficult for him to remember, seeing as he was really out of it.The last thing he really was ABLE to remember was that he had caught a cold, ignoring it however, these things came and go.What Dave came DOWN to however was Henry laying halfway over the table, chuckling to himself for WHATEVER reason, burning to the touch.Panicked Dave picked him up, feeling extremely freaked out by the fact that he could now just DO that, without Henry attempting to attack him.All he got was more laughter from the Pink Guy, as he hung over his shoulder, almost like a dead body.With lightning speed, Dave got him into bed, and proceeded to try his best to nurse him back to health.Surprisingly enough this didn’t ensued in him trying to freeze his friend alive, even if it could have saved a lot of kidden’s lives.Instead he actually did the sensible thing, putting cold, wet towels onto his forehead and ensuring he got the sleep he needed. Once deeply dreaming, he ran off to rob a pharmacy and forcing the people within it to tell him what exactly to use on his dying c o m e r a d e.When Henry woke up, roughly 14 hours later, he looked at Dave, grinning, completely doped out of his mind.His fingers felt cold and somewhat wet as he put them onto Dave’s neck, pulling him closer down.“Looookie… here. ‘ave. Pft….fffff…. lookat’chaFACE!” Mockingly he took Dave’s cheeks and pulled them apart. “BiiiiiiiiiiiiiG Eyyyes you’f got… BAD wolf! BAd! WooOOOOoOF!”After that he broke out into laughter that resulted into a cough so bad that Dave was about to pick him up and slap on his back SO hard, it would break- thankfully he calmed down beforehand though.Suddenly he seemed close to tears. “Lookssssssssssssss- you’llliek- bein’here iS GR- Good. I’M- MoVd. GOTTA- gotta Do SOMEThhi- FORYOU!”He struggled to get out of bed and almost fell, before Dave caught at him. “Thnks.”“Henry- I- uh- I don’t think you should-““SHUTUP! SHUTU-UP, I’MDOINTHIS nOW! I LOV Y- YE SO I’LL- I’ll...” Staggering forward, he moved to the desk, sitting down and slamming his fist. “YOU’RES- SCARED oF Sps- SPs- Spiderss, YES?”“… Henry, I’m literally beggin’ ya-““NO MORE!” Taking a pen and a paper from the things that literally ALWAYS were on the table in his room, he started to scribble.“WE’LLBEGIVEN- IT LEGS. EIGHT. EIGHT LEGS. No. SIX. SIX LEGS AND THEN HANDS. NO. NO HANDS. CYMBALS! FUTURE, THIS IS THE FUTURE.”“Henry, please lay down-““NO….oooooOOOO! No. BOTH. CYMBLLll… HANDs. Yeahhhh. GOOD. AND THENNNN BIG OLE EYES! BIG’N’BLACK! BIG. OLE. EYSIES. AND NOSE TOO.”“Henry, I HATE it-““SHSHSHSH, I’M NOOT! NOT! DONE. WE’RE GONNA GIVE HIM A BIIIIIG GOOFY SMILE! YEAH. WE’LL- WE’LLDO THAT. Willdo that.”Worried Dave peeked over his shoulder to see an abomination on the paper. The most surreal part was that it was actually somewhat well-drawn, as if some ungodly force guided Henry’s hand.There were even notes on how to help it keep balance and where to put all the songs it was allowed to perform.Oh, also, how it laid eggs in the ballpit.Jesus CHRIST-“Henry this ISN’T making me feel better at all““YOU’LLLLLOVEHIM! AB-SO-LUT. Ly.” A bit confused he stared in front of him. “Spiderss are OUR FRIENDS! YOUR FRIENDS- You’ll be- you’lll be over your- your f- you fo- your phobia in no time. You’Re goinn to make MUSIC toghtr, for a LONGGlONG TIME!”That must have been one of the most terrifying things Dave ever had the displeasure to hear.Grabbing him now with a sense of determination, ignoring his complaining and kicking about, Dave got him back into bed and KEPT him there. “You’ll be stayin’ in BED until you feel BETTER. I AIN’T MOVING AN INCH UNTIL YOU’RE HEALTHY.”“Fpmfpsmmm…” The insulted mumble came back.When Henry woke up, he wasn’t QUITE sure what happened, but assumed he had simply gone to sleep after finishing a project.The fact that he was missing a whole day unnerved him though.Also the fact that Dave was sleeping on a chair by the bed.He wasn’t supposed to be in his room during the night.With an irritated sigh he sneaked out of bed and to his table, where he had a bunch of finished projects laying around, ready to be send to the factory for evaluation. Creating a prototype, testing the functions, you name it.Quickly he gathered the papers together and set them aside to be able to send them away later on.Instantly Dave jumped up and tackled him to hug him so tightly that the poor man couldn’t breathe.“Wiiiliaaaam… stoooop… my… chest….”“YOU’RE BETTER, I’M SO HAPPY, HENRY I WAS SCARED, YOU WERE ALL WEIRD, HENRYYYYYYYYYYYY-“The poor man was only able to wheeze.Unhappy Henry crossed his arms. “… it is never a good thing to be sick around anyone.”Let him forget about his faults, PLEASE.Let him forgot about how AWFUL he acts when really sick.At that point in time he thought he was a GENIUS.CURING SOMEONE’S PHOBIA BY CREATING AN ANIMATRONIC THEMED AROUND IT?Absolutely 1000 IQ decision right there, WHAT COULD GO WRONG.By now he deeply hates Music Man and everything he created during his episode.BUT HEY, HE COULD LOCK IT AWAY WITH ALL THE OTHER ABOMINATION!Thank the universe for the wonderful concept of s u p p r e s s i o n !Don’t ever remember him of being sick ever again.

#henry miller #Dave Miller

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sevenseasofrog · 5 years

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Lads ‘n Lasses Chapter 4

single sex schools are never boring

high school!ben x fem!reader

2.7k words

a/n: lol hi, Me for the first time in about 10 billion years. I kind of hate this Chapter?? But I’ll put the next part up tomorrow which should be better :-)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

As the autumn colours became deeper and the summer temperatures began to fade, you began to feel as though you were dragging yourself through each day, the thought of your plush duvet at the end of it keeping you motivated. Luckily enough though, it wasn’t just you who the changing seasons effected, and your friends were also beginning to look a little more disheveled with each morning that passed by, and it soon became clear that everyone was desperately in need of a break from the school routine. By the final week of term, motivation to even get out of bed each morning was severely lacking, and it seemed to be the same for Ben. Some mornings the pair of you didn’t even have the energy to speak, still content in each others company though, leaning on each other when you finally flopped down on the tram’s plastic seats.

You hadn’t forgotten that you were supposed to be coordinating your friend’s costumes for the mysterious Halloween party you knew very little about, but it definitely wasn’t your top priority- especially since your workload in and out of school had increased rapidly only a few weeks after the start of the new term. Since the gathering was set to take place on Friday, it was Tuesday that you figured you had to at least start thinking about how terrible you wanted your four closest friends to look. After a few hours of careful consideration and research you found yourself rather impressed with what you had come up with. If they wanted a group costume, a group costume they were going to get. It was perfect, inducing childhood nostalgia and characters which seemed to parallel your friends personalities, the five of you were going as none other than the Scooby-Doo gang. You couldn’t help but feel at least a bit proud of your master plan, but decided to keep it under wraps, just to add to the suspense. You spent the rest of that night drawing out meticulous plans, giving yourself Thursday and Friday to finish them. Out of instinct however you left the next day free, knowing that it was highly likely you would be spending the evening out somewhere to celebrate the beginning of the short break from school.

As he had done for the past five weeks or so, Ben had waited patiently outside your house for you to stumble out the front door, usually looking a little disheveled. Believe it or not, this was one of the things he had begun to admire most about you, little to your knowledge. The fact that your hair sometimes fell across your face, still messy from the previous nights sleep, and more often than not you would have acrylic paint splodged over you like some form of radioactive dalmatian. Both of these were the little things Ben had started to pay more and more attention to, and he couldn’t help but find himself smile whenever he thought of you.

“Last day of your first half term then Benny boy” you spoke with a grin. “Ready to go back down South yet or can you handle a little more of this?”

He couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “I think I’ll cope y’know, maybe a little longer, might even make it to Christmas!”

“You bloody better Jones! otherwise I’ll have no reason to even leave the house in the morning, then I’ll drop out of school, adopt a load of cats and drink cheap wine every day because I never got any a levels.”

“What a pity that would be” He retorted, with blatant sarcasm. You rolled your eyes and gave a gentle shove before the pair of you continued the walk to the tram stop in a content silence.

Eventually, you made your way onto a tram and flopped down on each other. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the autumn sun and found yourself dozing a little, this didn’t last long however.

Ben flicked your cheek before he spoke, “y/n, wake up you big loser, what are we doing after school?”

“I was wondering how long it would be before you asked, I don’t really care though. Won’t it just be easier to wait till the others get on and ask them?”

“We’re seeing them on Friday though, and Saturday I guess, and probably most of next week too”

“You have a most interesting way of thinking Jonsey. But you’re not wrong. What are you suggesting?” You spoke, followed by a smirk, “Won’t you be seeing me today, tomorrow, the day after that and next week however?”

“Shutup and come to mine tonight okay? We can have a takeaway from wherever you want and we can make up shitty excuses as to why we can’t do anything with the others because right now I can’t really be bothered with anyone else.”

You felt a little taken aback, but unsure as to why. Ben had spoken with a twinge of emotion in his voice, and suddenly seemed a little wound up- most out of character.

“Alright. You got me, but only if we’re having a chinese?

“Suits me”, he spoke with a smile, seeming somewhat relieved, before you both sank into each other in the seats. Even making the cold plastic seem a little more comfortable.

School has been productive. Well, as productive as you could have made it given that you only had some art coursework to finish and given that Ben’s sudden decision that he didn’t want to see anyone else that evening was playing on your mind. You had scrubbed the last of the dried acrylic paint off the battered brushes you had kept for god knows how long and were about to put them back into your bag before being interrupted by the lunch bell. Figuring you should reconvene with Maria and Niamh, you began to head towards the common room so that you could grab some lunch before heading to the library for the rest of the afternoon.

“y/n! hello? care to join us here on planet earth?” Niamh waved a hand in front of you, you had forgotten about your mediocre salad and had started daydreaming mid-conversation.

“shit yeah, sorry, just tired, i was sorting out the outfits for friday until like 2 this morning or something like that”

Maria chimed in too at mention of Friday, “oh yeah! the costumes, I’d forgotten about those, they’d better be-“

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, undoubtedly your mum checking if you were staying in school or leaving after lunch. “One sec, let me just check this”

Benny:

Call me when you can. i’m going home.

You couldn’t help but wonder whad gotten into the boy, shocked by the sudden character change, you figured this was your call to leave and find out what the hell was going on with Ben. Now all you needed was an excuse to leave.

“Shit, sorry, erm… it’s my mum…she’s locked herself out and needs me to let her back into the house…” You scrambled to pack your bag and put your blazer back on “duty calls… I’ll see you on Friday night yeah?” You signed out at student services and began to walk towards the met stop.

benny: incoming call

“Ben what the hell are you playing at? where the fuck are you?” You heard the frustration in your own voice and couldn’t help but regret it.

“Why do you sound like your running a marathon?” Because I’m speed walking like a lunatic to come and find you thank you. “I’m nearly at the tram stop.”

“Right, ok… wait for me… I’m nearly there”

“see you then.” He hung up.

You continued the walk, thoughts racing, surely someone had just said something to wind him up? Nothing worth overthinking really? You eventually found Ben after what seemed like an eternity of walking and he stank of smoke, he had a cigarette between his lips and it was certainly not the first one of the day. “You going to tell me why I had to up and leave or are we going to pretend it never happened?” You demanded.

“We’re not talking about it until we get home” He said, slightly muffled. As if on queue, one of the yellow trams pulled into the station and Ben put out his smoke before dragging himself onto the empty tram, you followed, still feeling slightly bedraggled. The boy threw himself onto one of the chairs, visibly frustrated, you sat on the row behind and began digging through your bag, simply looking for something to do.

The tram ride was long, painfully so. The silence between the two of you was deafening, something you never expected to happen, but it was clear that Ben needed space from the moment you met back with him. You reached your stop and the two of you stood up, briefly making eye contact with each other.

“I need to erm, get some fresh clothes from mine if that’s okay...on the way to yours..These aren’t exactly.. y’know.. comfortable” You spoke, gesturing at the suit you had worn the past two days.

He gave a curt nod, and you continued the walk away from the platform. You quickly unlocked your front door and shoved a few essentials in a bag, along with an oversized shirt and some joggers, well aware that this would be a long night. Ben has waited downstairs, waiting to head back out again a little further down the road to his house.

It was definitely bigger than yours, and much more modern. It wasn’t that you disliked newer houses, you just felt a somewhat alienated stepping into something that felt more like a spaceship than a house. Each to their own though- that’s what you had always figured.

“Gonna tell me what’s got you in a tizz or do I get the joy of guessing?” Desperate for some hint of the Ben you knew to return.

“We’ll go upstairs first yeah, then we can get changed or whatever” He began to trudge up the stairs and you followed. By the time you caught up with him in his room, Ben already had half of his clothes off, and although now definitely wasn’t the best time, you had to admit to yourself that topless Ben certainly wasn’t a sorry sight as you slipped into the marble en-suite.

“You’re killing me Ben. What’s happened for the love of God?”

“People happened.”

You checked yourself over before unlatching the bathroom door again. For the record, the old grey pants paired with the extra large shirt you had brought at some past gig certainly wasn’t your best look, but it was going to have to do for now.

“C’mon grumpy you can tell me all about it like i’m your very own agony aunt” You grabbed his wrist and flopped onto the bed,causing Ben to follow with a thud.

“So what have people done to you to cause such a commotion Benny? You’ve never been like this and you’ve got me proper fussing about you” He rolled onto his back and began to speak.

“They’ll do anything to drag you through the dirt. I haven’t put a foot out of line and half of the idiots at school have decided they don’t like me for it. It’s so fucking stupid I don’t know why it’s bothering me...It just is and I could honestly-“

“Ben it’s probably pissing you off because that’s a normal human emotion I’m afraid…”

“But it’s not just that and it’s another stupid thing honestly I don’t know what my problem is because it’s got nothing to do with me and-“

“One thing at a time okay? Start at the beginning and then if you want, you can tell me what else is getting to you.”

You felt bad for Ben, you really did, he hadn’t done anything wrong and it was clear he didn’t have much experience in handling his emotions. You threw a packet if tissues at him after he began to snivel and kept brushing his face. It was clear he trust you, this was something which brought a strange relief over you that you couldn’t quite explain. The main thing you could do do help Ben was to listen to him, and boy was he glad that the pair of you had all night.

You had migrated downstairs at around 8pm to order food, normally you would have both sprawled out separately over two of the three sofas in the front room, but when you came back from a trip to the kitchen for glasses of water, Ben had parked himself at the end of where you were sat.

“I was cold.” He looked up at you, as if trying to read your thoughts.

“I never said anything Jones! If it was anyone else I’d have told them to move but I think you can be an acception” You had honestly been expecting some sort of reply, and it came as a bit of a shock to you when you looked up to find Ben staring at the t.v. absentmindedly.

“Ben? what’s up?”

“Sorry it’s just, it’s not worth it don’t worry..” he trailed off

You have a stern look, “Anything you think or say is worth my time Ben, I really mean it.”

“It’s just. Jones. that’s what they call me, at school and, I don’t really know why it bothers me but… I’m not Jones, I’m Ben and, it bothers me-“ His eyes had gone slightly glassy again, “It bothers me because they don’t care about me, they care that I score tries and bring the team up the leaderboard. That’s Jones. I don’t even think Ben likes rugby, but what else can you do when it’s expected of you.”

“One thing at a time yeah?”

“I told you it’s stupid”

“yeah you did, and I completely disagree, it’s Benny from now on”

“No one's ever really called me that to be honest..”

“Does it bother you?”

“I think I like it.. but only you can get away with it from now on”

You leaned back onto him as the pair of you waited for the takeaway to arrive, you had sincerely hoped that Ben felt a little better at least, it was glaringly clear that he was more worried that unloading his problems would simply pass them onto you, and you had taken the opportunity to reassure him that you weren’t there to judge him at several opportunities.

You had been talking about this and that until a wave of fatigue hit you at what must have been around half one in the morning, Ben had insisted that you should go upstairs and sleep in his bed and he would take the sofa.

“Ben you’re my best friend I’m pretty sure I can cope with sharing a bed with you, we’ll both be out like lights when we get up there anyway”

You both made your way up the stairs, leaving the remainder of the takeaway to deal with in the morning, and fell onto the the mountain of crisp white pillows. You burrowed your way under the duvet, waiting for Ben to follow. “Y’know.. this is really comfy. Makes my bed feel like a fabulous pile of rocks.”

“Does the job I suppose”

“à le matin mon aimie”

“à demain”

You felt yourself drifting into a deep slumber, unsure as to weather or not Ben was still talking. “I know it’s late but are you awake?” You gave a grunt, which the boy opposite you took as a response.

“At school right.. well where else would it be.. and I don’t know if it’s true but I thought I’d tell you just in case but erm.. People were saying Lewis has a thing for you and I know you’re supposed to be my best mate but it bothers me because-“ he gave a sigh. “It bothers me because I think I like you, and I know it’s only been two months, but you’re more than I could ask for in a friend and-“ He realised that he had been greeted with silence. “y/n” Ben had to admit to himself that he was a little disappointed when he realised you hadn’t heard a word he said, already fast asleep. He wasn’t sure if he’d tell you again in the morning, or if it would ruin what he felt was one of the best things he had in a long time.

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peachyzens · 6 years

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kissing booth! Jaehyun au

genre: fluffffff summary: who knew good things could come out of the most dreaded places? (1,787) a/n: this was heavily inspired by the movie the kissing booth on netflix! it’s super cute and i need to get out all these fluffy feelings i got from it so here you go heheh masterlist can be found here!

it was a tradition each year to have each club on campus draw randomly from a selection of booths to use for their college fair

it was the same booths every year but a different club would be in charge of it every year so it’s more interesting

anyways the college fair/festival whatever you want to call it is a really big deal for the school

its the school event that has one of the highest turnouts

for you, it was just some other school event you get dragged to by your friends

you weren’t exactly the outgoing type, you preferred to stay in

anyways, jung jaehyun, aka the vice president of the broadcasting committee, loves this event every year

because he gets to meet new people and basically he’s just a social butterfly and uses this time to recruit new members with his charms

soooo out of all booths there are ones people love, and ones people hate

whenever people get the haunted house, they get so happy because it is one of the most popular ones

not to mention the proceeds from the booths go towards the clubs so its a winwin heh

but then there are some booths that people just hate, aka the KISSING BOOTH

it’s just so awkward for people that it ends up being a flop each year

no club really tries when they get the kissing booth anyways

so can you guess which booth jaehyun’s club got assigned? THE KISSING BOOTH

“is this even allowed???” mark asks good question mark only in movies theyre allowed

soooo the club is kinda bummed out this year

but jaehyun not taking any of that negativity!!!

so he vows to make it the best kissing booth anybody has ever seen!!!

he starts hanging around in the woodworking shopping, learning the techniques

and then he’s cutting out decorative pieces for the booth

can you just imagine jaehyun in a workshop wearing protective goggles and having a pencil tucked on his ear while he’s dressed in a flannel and timbs….then his concentrated gaze as he cuts the wood pieces to precision AHHHHH

anyways

he’s doing the most for this kissing booth even though his club members are kind of half-assing it

but because he’s vp he’s pushing them to make it turn out good so they’re just following his orders

anyways fast forward to the festival setup day

everybody is confused when they see the broadcasting committee bringing in all sorts of props because they’re all like ??? didn’t they get the kissing booth???

sooo they work on decorating and setting up their whole booth and it looks AMAZING

there’s bright lights and a really bright background that really catches the eyes of anybody passing by

so then taking on the leadership role again, he assigns shifts for the people within the club to work the booth even though nobody ever wants to work it but they have to

and jaehyun is just going to be the main host for the booth!! gaining people’s attention and giving them tickets and directing them where to go

i can just imagine him pulling people in with that dang dimpled smile of his

anyways people come for jaehyun, but when they realize they won’t be kissing him they dip

“what’s wrong with me?? why won’t anybody line up the hell” johnny asks, bored out of his mind nothings wrong with u bb its their loss

now shifting over to you

you were complaining to your friends who dragged you out of your dorm right when you were going to have a nice movie marathon

so you just lagged behind them with your arms crossed and a grumpy look on your face

you were getting tired of being dragged here and there by your friends, and you were glad because the night was almost over

meanwhile!! jaehyun is panicking because the member for the last shift disappeared and even though johnny stayed for an extra 30 minutes there was another 30 minutes waiting

and all the remaining club members were either gone or already had a shift

so jaehyun was panicking

“i guess i’ll do it myself” jaehyun declares, gaining the attention of the whole club

“what dude are you okay with that??? i know how awkward you get around girls okay” johnny starts

“SHUTUP JOHNNY I’LL BE Fine…it’s only 30 minutes anyways” jaehyun says with red ears as he makes his way towards the booth

the whole club is just staring at him in awe

next thing you know, johnny turns around with a mischievous smirk as he yells out

“GET IN LINE FOR OUR FINAL KISSER! JUNG JAEHYUN, THE DIMPLED PRINCE!”

cue jaehyun cursing johnny endlessly in his head

but hey, it worked

a lot of people ended up rushing over that the crowd was getting hard to handle

jaehyun could only stare at the crowd in horror

your friends happened to be walking by and they saw the crowd, so of course they had to check it out

cue yourself getting irritated as you ended up getting dragged into the mess

“ok nose goes into the kissing booth!” one of your friends started, cueing the rest of your friends to put their fingers on their noses

and of course, you are the last one

“you guys better pay me for this” you rolled your eyes as you held out your hands

they all placed their spare change before pushing you over to the line

you tapped your foot impatiently, glad that the line was going by pretty fast

jaehyun just gave out soft and smol pecks, which was enough to satisfy the whole population

his ears were burning the whole time, and he felt his face cramping up from all the smiles

sooo they ended up not letting anybody else queue after you, meaning you would be the last person to SMOOCH JAEHYUN

fast forward to the breaking of the crowd as most people are heading out since the festival is basically over

you slowly trudged up the steps and met jaehyun’s tired gaze as he looked at you with a polite smile

you felt bad for the dude, you knew how he was from sharing several classes with him

you always seen him keep to himself or with his other friends, and you’ve noticed how awkward he gets when girls would flirt with him like all the time

anyways you just gave him a sympathetic smile

“hey jaehyun, i probably don’t want to do this as much as you but let’s just get it over with as painless as possible, okay?” you spoke first, surprising him

he was surprised because he didn’t expect to see you at his booth, because he also noticed your introverted personality

and also because of how done you were with the festival since you really looked like you wanted to leave

“yeah of course, you are the last one anyways so i’m relieved” he responded with that DANG DIMPLED SMILE

and lowkey you were like Oh my my heart but then you shook those thoughts straight out of your head

so when you leaned in you directed your gaze at your friends who were watching you eagerly because you felt shy staring at jaehyun who was staring deeply at you

when he saw you look somewhere else he also looked over there just because he was curious LOL

which led to you guys not paying attention and your lips brushed against his cheek while his did the same to yours

and then you both jumped back in surprise because you guys weren’t expecting that sensation of each others cheeks LOL

you both just kinda giggled at the situation and looked at each other, waiting for one to speak

your hearts were also beating fast because that was highkey awkward but highkey cute

“so…should we try that again?” jaehyun speaks up first, staring at you

“uh sure! if you want, because i mean that could technically count as a kiss since you like kissed my cheek and i don’t really care but-“ you rambled

“let’s do it again, and this time, let’s actually look at each other” jaehyun interrupted your ramble with a soft laugh

he stared at you with a soft look in his eyes and you were just shy from his gaze and awkwardly nodded

at your response his had a soft smile on his face as he slowly moved closer, not tearing his eyes from yours

and unlike with all the other people he kissed, his hand lightly held the side of your face when you got close enough which made your heart beat even HARDER than it already was

and then you guys kissed!!!

it was like sparks were flying, and it wasn’t a peck this time! it was an actual deep kiss!

all you could think about was how nice jaehyun’s lips felt on yours, and he was thinking similarly

suddenly it was just like it was the two of you in that moment, and you both were savoring each other’s touch

even though you guys were nothing but mere acquaintances, there just seemed to be a deeper connection between you

and it was definitely felt by the both of you in that kiss

you guys finally pulled away after people started hollering

but jaehyun still had his hand on your face and you guys remained facing very close to each other

you both just gazed at each other for a bit longer, feeling your faces heat up and hearts beat faster

“ALRIGHT THAT DOES IT PEOPLE SHOW’S OVER BOOTH’S CLOSED EVERYBODY PLEASE GO HOME” Johnny yells over the new crowd that gathered

and that finally snapped you two out of it as jaehyun quickly retreated his hand and you both jumped back

the kiss felt so different from any other kisses and now that you were back to normal, you guys didn’t really know how to react

“so…. uhh i’ll see you in class?” you said with an awkward hand rubbing your neck

“y-yeah! i’ll see you tomorrow!!” he spoke with his BURNING RED ears as he mimicked your action

so then you ran back to your friends who were still hollering about that kiss you guys shared

jaehyun found himself in the same shoes as the whole club was giving him an earful about what happened

all the talk about the kiss made the moment replay in your minds, as you both let out a shy smile at the thought with a beating heart and burning cheeks

one thing for sure to change though, is the popularity of the kissing booth AND jaehyun’s new seat next to you in lectures ;-)

#nct #nct u #nct 127 #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #jaehyun scenarios #nct scenarios #nct au #jaehyun au #jaehyun fluff #i actually am proud of this

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kwonlatte · 6 years

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cola boy; woozi

lee jihoon;

a small, petite guy. rather deadly, 18 years old. light, blonde hair, and is too cute for his attitude. he has a love-hate relationship with oversized clothings, because while they are as comfortable as one would imagine sitting on a cloud to feel like, they made him look smaller than he actually is. his love for cola frames the basis of this story.

now, when lee jihoon is buying another extra large cup of his favorite drink, a young lady-who seems to be extremely health conscious-happens to be right behind him. having overheard his order, she taps his shoulder. "hey there, couldn't help but overhear your order, dont you think its a little too much sugar?"

timecheck, 11:24am. now, lee jihoon is not a morning person, and having someone question the amount of sugar in his favorite beverage, is definitely not his cup of tea. he glares at the lady, "and is it any of your business?"

"woah there, i was just trying to help, diabetes is no fun, maybe its time to watch your sugar intake, and to be honest, i love cola too, but at least make sure your intake is reasonable."

now meet park minhee;

a beautiful young lady, jet black collar-length hair, dreams to dye it ash grey, 18 years old. has an unhealthy obsession with korean "ulzzang" as she claims they are 'aesthetic™' her fear of diabetes adds on the basis of this story; and is also the main reason why she and jihoon would have ever met.

"im sorry, doctor, but i absolutely do not give two shits about whatever it is youre saying." jihoon flashed a mocking smile. "now, if you'll excuse me, i have somewhere to be and something to do, and that is definitely not talking to you about whatever the threats of diabetes may be."

"i understand, i may be annoying, but just look it up, please."

and there was something about her "please", maybe it was her wavering confidence, or maybe because she said it in such a small voice, that it was nearly impossible to hear it, but whatever the reason was, it make jihoon's heart soften. but not enough to make him turn around and continue the conversation.

quickly regaining his composure, jihoon gripped onto his cup tightly, and left the place.

meanwhile, minhee was worried, it was not as if she knew jihoon well, or was someone dear to her heart, she just did not want anyone to lose their life to diabetes. it wasnt that hard was it? just keeping watch of your sugar intake, it could save your life. for people like jihoon, it apparently was.

minhee has a insatiable love for cola too, but after that incident, she had learnt to control it, to ensure that her life would not be taken away too. so when jihoon had told her that he didnt care, (or rather, that he didn't give two shits about it), she had begun to worry, because no one deserves to lose their life to diabetes, no one.

everytime she had tried to warn someone about the risks of diabetes, they had all ended up listening, most of them, right from the start, but there a few who took some time before they did listen. minhee had never met someone like jihoon, who barely even gave her a chance, whether that was a good thing or not, we dont know.

but because of how he acted, it made her want to get the message across more than she ever did.

but, now was not the time, after all, she had to go meet soonyoung.

meet soonyoung; a 177cm tall boy, aged 18, small eyes that resemble the hands of a clock at 10.10. an incredibly handsome and passionate dancer with jet black hair (with no intentions to dye it). nicknamed "hoshi" by a few of his closest friends. loves hoodies and has a closet full of them. bestfriend: park minhee. relationship with jihoon? unknown.

now, the meeting location that soonyoung had given to minhee was far too normal judging it was from soonyoung, "pinwheel cafe".

minhee entered the café after a walk through the park. she looked around, hoping to spot soonyoung, but instead her eyes met with a familiar face she had seen that very morning. timecheck, 12:06, soonyoung was supposed to be here 6 minutes ago, she decided to drop him a message.

today, 12:07pm

min(¯―¯٥) »yo hoshh »okk but whr tf are u?? »its 12:07 »we're supp to meet at 12??1?1 »istg if ure still at home

soon??1?2٩(๑'^'๑)۶ »okok im sorry »im almost here i swear gimme 10

min(¯―¯٥) »10 and then im leaving

soon??1?2٩(๑'^'๑)۶ »sure i'll b thr soon so no worries.

min(¯―¯٥) »welp but do u think ure funny? »surprise! youre not !!! »so lame i might leave rn

soon??1?2٩(๑'^'๑)۶ »leave?? »bro u aint got anyth to do

min(¯―¯٥) »ok wtv shutup and just hurry

minhee pocketed her phone and decided to approach the boy from earlier in the morning, "why hello, again."

jihoon, on the other hand really didn't need another 'lecture' about diabetes, he had tried so hard for her to not notice him, yet, to no avail.

"uh... hi," jihoon chuckled, trying to cover up the fact that he was avoiding her.

"well, you work... at a cafe... i assume thats better than eating at one, working with sugar is always better than consuming them, of course."

jihoon was definitely hoping for a conversation not related to sugar, and obviously, the odds were not in his favor. upon hearing "sugar" the tone in his voice-and so had his mood-changed for the worse. "and then why are you here, at the cafe with the highest sugar content in town, miss 'watch-your-sugar-intake'?

"okay, no need to be so rude, and i'm meeting a friend." she checked her watch, 12:15, "who should be here in two minutes time, or im leaving."

"well, if you'd like to stay here even for the two minutes, im afraid you'll have to buy a beverage, or a dessert." jihoon mentally smiled at his quick thinking which could have led to a possible raise in his salary. <a/n ik it doesnt work like this but just go with the flow>

that smile quickly faded as minhee opened her mouth to react, "oh, i see, well then, i'll just be waiting outside." minhee turned to leave when a certain black haired boy dashed into the room with sweat trickling down his forehead.

"soonyoung," minhee muttered.

soonyoung checked the time on his phone, "12:16, 9 minutes, im on time." he looked up and smiled, "oh, hey jihoon!"

"technically, you're still late. we were supposed to meet at 12."minhee turned to face jihoon, and asked, "your name is jihoon?"

jihoon motioned to the name tag clipped on his apron, "well, apparently. you know soonyoung?"

her eyes narrowed a little, "was about to ask you the same question."

soonyoung walked in between the two, "and you two know each other?"

"well yeah, we met earlier this morning when she decided to lecture me about my sugar intake."

"it wasnt a lecture!" minhee added in.

the noise of a growling stomach interrupted their not-so-pleasant conversation, it was minhee's. "hey soonyoung, im starving, lets go for lunch."

soonyoung slapped his forehead lightly, "of course! how could i forget? jihoon, whats good here?"

minhee's eyes widened in shock, "what? we're eating here? no way!"

jihoon opened his mouth in mock offense, "well excuse me, miss 'watch-your-sugar-intake', but this is one of the best restaurants in town!-except that its a cafe." minhee rolled her eyes at the name, but let him continue, "and i definitely recommend the flower burger. it has everything most bugers has, but more. its as beautiful as a flower and makes your smile as beautiful as one too."

"o-oh! i want one of that!" soonyoung exclaimed excitedly.

"does it have a lot of sugar?"

"you know, if you want the dish with the lowest sugar level, just take the healing salad."

"good idea. we'll just have that and two glasses of plain water."

soonyoung pouted upon hearing that, "plain water?"

"yes, you consume too much sugar."

ignoring her remark, soonyoung ordered 'the best drink there', the beautiful highlight.

after they had settled down at a table, minhee proceeded to question soonyoung about how he had met jihoon, leading to a rather interesting conversation.

- a/n i swear theres an explanation as to why minhee is so health conscious and also to why the way she talked to jihoon after that is in such a huge contrast to her "please". pls comment lol i love comments . ok thx ily ❤

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oskarwing · 7 years

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Video Game curse

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. “Could you turn the game quiet please, Dean?” Sam asks. “You don’t have to play it that loudly...”

“I’m not playing! I am doing research.” It was their new case. So much weirdness was almost too much even for them.

A girl witnessed her brother getting killed by a creature looking a lot like Bowser from Super Mario, a group of friends got attacked by Trevor from GTA five, one died the other two are still in the hospital, a boy was beaten up by Nathan Drake... everything seemed to be about video games. They called Charlie to use her expertise on the topic to see if there were any connections between the characters, but seemingly there wasn’t really.

Sam sighed and looked through the files they already had. It wasn’t much but at least the victims were seemingly connected. They were all big nerds loving the Games they got attacked by.

And now Dean uses the case as an excuse to play Pokemon Alpha Saphir on the Nintendo 3 DS.

“Yeah show ‘em!” Dean shouts. Sam looks over his shoulder. “You named it ‘Cas’?” He asks his brother amused.

“Shutup, it has the same color as his eyes.” Dean mumbles, face flushing red.

“Yeah, it’s blue, but I don’t see any other similarities...” Sam looked at the Pokemon that was seemingly a Mudkip. “Dean... come on, we have to get going, you know we wanted to talk to the boyfriend of the guy that got beaten up by that climbing-guy... Nathan... the boyfriend's name is Steve Davidson.”

Dean sighs and closes the DS. “Okay. Let’s go to the guy.”

“So you are saying that Thomas was totally into that Nathan Drake Game?” Dean asks. That fits with the other guys.

“Yeah... Tommy... he always loved Uncharted. Just like Dennis, they used to talk about it a lot... but Dennis also loved the old retro stuff you know...” Steve says the poor kid has red-rimmed eyes, probably cried a lot, since his boyfriend still didn’t wake out of the coma.

“Wait, Mandy’s brother... they were friends? We didn’t get that impression after our interview with Mandy and her parents.” Sam says raising his eyebrow.

The boy laughs sarcastically. “Yeah, I bet. They didn’t like Tommy that much...”

“Really? Why’s that?” Dean says leaning forward a bit.

“Why? Why the fuck do you think, agent? ‘cause he’s gay, obviously. They didn’t want their precious son to have contact with a guy like that... they damn religious... like ‘God doesn’t like fun’-religious, like most of the town... Tommy and I wanted to move because of that. Especially after the fire...” The guy stops and looks on the ground.

“Fire?” Sam asks.

“N-nothing...” He stands up. “I shouldn’t talk about this... please go now.”

“Well, that was weird...” Dean says as he sits down in the Impala. “What kinda fire did Steve mean, no one else mentioned any fire...”

Sam nods. “But I’m guessing that it was recent if it had any influence on Tommy’s and Steve’s decision to move. We should definitely look into this.”

“Soon,” Dean says and puts his hand on his stomach. “Now I am hungry. Let’s find a good Diner...”

They are waiting to get their orders, both of their gazes locked onto screens. Sammy’s on his laptop, researching the fire and Dean’s on the 3DS, he has to fight an Arena Boss soon and his Pokemon need some training.

“Dean! Get this. There really was a fire in town only a few months ago and guess where.” Sam says with a smug smile, that Dean doesn’t see because he’s still playing.

“Dunno.” Dean feels ready to get into the Arena now. Or should he wait? He doesn’t want his Pokemon to die again...

“In a video game store, doesn’t that fit a bit too well with this very video game themed murders?”

“Maybe... a bit.” Dean looks up from the DS, just to look down again.

“Dean. Focus!” “I am focused...” “Then put that thing away...” “Just one sec...” “Dean!”

The blonde waitress interrupts their quarrel. “Gentlemen. Your order...” Then she spots Dean’s DS. “Sir. Honestly, in your free time you can do whatever you want... but in our establishment, we don’t need games of the devil.” She says.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Dean looks up. What has the waitress against his DS.

“We believe in the lord and do not encourage any kind of devilish behavior...” The waitress says and goes away.

Dean puts his DS away with a bit of a pout. “Don’t get what’s devilish about my poor Game...”

“Maybe the hypnotic impact it has on you...” Sam says and starts eating. “What I wanted to say is that during that fire three people died. Two customers and the owner...”

“So you’re saying... vengeful spirit?” Dean asks.

This time Dean sees Sam’s grin and rolls his eyes. “Let’s check it out.”

The video game store is burned down completely. Dean looks at it. “Well, I’m guessing we won’t find anything useful here.”

“Nope...” Sam sighs nothing here. “Completely burned down.”

“And that’s good if you ask me!” An elderly man behind them says loudly. “Our priest is right. The stuff that this devil sold...” The man’s face twists in disgust as he shakes his head. “It’s good that he burns in hell now that bastard... tries to get our youth...” The man spits out and walks away.

“Well, have a nice day too...” Dean says, looking at Sam who seems just as irritated.

“I guess this town just has something against Games... I mean first the waitress, now that guy...” Dean raises an eyebrow. “Almost seems like the video game characters are trying to get revenge...”

Sam looks at his brother thoughtfully. “What if... there was another part of the article... apparently the cause of the fire wasn’t clear... the police looked into it... but dropped it after a few weeks. Because ‘there was no reason to believe that the cause was malicious arson’ one policewoman even got fired because she didn’t stop nagging.”

Dean grins. “Huh... and that guy just talked about a priest... so...”

“I’ll take the policewoman,” Sam says fast, not wanting his brother to get all of the fun.

“Aw come on... I don’t wanna talk with a stuck-up priest...”

Dean hates Sam, hates his stupid puppy dog eyes and how he always gets through with the stuff he wants.

He looks around in the church the only one in the small town. It’s not very big but there are a lot of people sitting around and preying. All of them are eyeing him strangely.

He eyes the pictures of the saints, all of them seem to look at him judgingly.

“Can I help you?” Dean looks at the small priest. “Yes... uh, are you the priest here? I’m Agent Chinaski, do you know a place where I we could talk, privately?” The priest shakes his head and looks at him sternly. “I have no secrets in front of my sheep.” He says and Dean sighs.

“We are looking into the things that recently happened in the last few weeks.” Dean starts and the priest nods. “Tragic... all of them... I wished I got to save them...”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “Save?” The priest nods. “Yes... they were all involved in those awful, awful games...” “You mean the video games, right?” Some of the people start to whisper horrified. “Yes. They capture the youth, devilish, devilish things...” The priest's eyes narrow. “You are not... also a victim of them... are you young man?”

“Me? No... no. I don’t... have the time. Being an Agent and all...” Dean smiles.

“Realy... Agent Chinaski... don’t you know that lying is a sin?” The priest asks and Dean feels the warm breath in his neck. He turns around... Behind him stands a big blue monster... a tall monstrous version of the Mudkip he named after Cas.

Before Dean can say anything it attacks.

The visit at officer Bell’s hadn’t got Sam very far. The only thing he now knew was that the local priest seemed to have a personal grudge against video games and that he often rambled on about it in his services, something Sam had already figured and Dean probably knows more about it anyway, since he got to visit the priest himself.

Where is Dean anyway? Sam tries to phone him for the sixth time but no one is answering. Is he still at the church? Sam decides to go to the church himself.

It’s a short walk from the motel to the church and Sam has a bad feeling... Dean would have answered him long ago.

Dean runs for his life. The damn monster close behind him. He can hear the loud THUNK! THUNK! of its feet.

Dean is constantly slipping in puddles of water the Mudkip leaves.

Dean doesn’t even notice where he is running to. The Mudkip chases him into a forest and soon Dean stumbles over a wet root.

When he looks up the Mudkip is over him.

“MY DEAR SHEEP! THE SINNER WILL SOON BE WIPED FROM THIS EARTH. HE AND ALL THE OTHER SINNERS WE HAD TO SACRIFICE FOR GOD WILL BURN IN HELL!”

Sam has a bad feeling that Dean is the ‘Sinner’.He listens anxiously the service that the man is holding in there. People are cheering loudly at the idea of people burning in hell, yet another clue on how brainwashed the town looks up.

He looks around there is a small barn just behind the church... it looks very new. Sam goes and opens the door.

Dean is drowning. Drowning in water from a freaking Pokemon... that is looking down on him.

He’s trying hard to catch his breath again, but there is no way, his lungs are full of water... he looks up into the eyes of the Mudkip.

Eyes that suddenly don’t seem like those of a video game monster at all. They look like Cas’...

In the barn, the smell of fresh wood mixes with the ones of different herbs. There's a plan on one wall, a plan on how to burn the video game place with exactly three people in it. Sam looks over at a small table in front of him. On it lays a book... seemingly... magic.

Sam reads the first page.

When three sinners burn in the place of their sins, use their ashes to bind their souls, then they will clear the earth from the rest of the sinners...

Sam looks over on a small altar is a bowl with ash and some herbs... and oh god... Dean’s name is written with blood all over the altar. Sam wipes it fastly from the altar, hoping it will help Dean. Then he looks at the rest. He decides to just knock over the altar and hopes that is enough for the spirits to get freed. He calls officer Bell and tells her that he has found evidence that he has found evidence that the priest was involved in the fire.

Now he needs to find Dean.

“Dean! Dean, wake up... wake up...” Someone is clapping his cheeks.

Dean blinks fast and looks into his brother's eyes. He coughs loudly and tries to sit up.

“Easy there... easy...” Sam says when he slips down again. “Damn... what happened.”

“Cas... Cas tried to kill me...” Dean mumbles and coughs.

“Cas...?” Sam is really worried now. “Cas is not here, Dean...”

“Not that Cas... the other one the... Pokemon...” Dean sighs and coughs loudly again. “Dude... let’s get out of this town...”

Sam doesn’t object.

#inktoberbunker #day three #ficlet #sam winchester #dean winchester #bit of destiel... tiny bit #the explanation for any plot holes is: magic...#another one is that the third of October is almost over here...#I rushed this...#Sorry...#I also changed it a lot...

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queenofthewaste · 5 years

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Hi it's 3am (by the time I finished this it was in fact closer to 5am) and I'm so tired and I don't care anymore and this is literally my blog so if I can't be emo here then where? (A diary, I suppose, but shutup)

To preface this, mutuals, whatevs you've seen me go through fandom after fandom and then become a pseudo aesthetic blog so you can handle me angsting a bit. IRLs on the other hand, if you read this I would appreciate you not ever acknowledging this in anyway shape of form bc like. Emotional vulnerability bad (ง'̀-'́)ง

Up until a few months ago I was in a relationship with someone who I cared about very deeply. The relationship itself was not perfect but I was pretty happy, and best I can tell, so was she. Ultimately we broke up because of the fact that she felt she couldn't come out to her family. This wasn't fun for me or anything but its something I was aware of as a possible end so y'know. Whatever.

Unfortunately this break up wasn't even remotely clean. She continued to talk to me, not seeming to get my requests for space and eventually we went back to cuddling and other forms of emotional intimacy that are far oustide of my platonic wheelhouse. At this situation's worst she made some pretty specifically romantic moves towards me, which I would call almost actively callous. Eventually after a few months of going back and forth on whether or not we were talking we (I) actually were firm about it. This was on Halloween, and the following week or so was basically "great" insofar as I didn't have to think about her.

Unfortunately the next week it was my birthday and she turned up on my doorstep after my party upset I had invited some mutual friends, and I helped her with her emotional distress and then walked her home. Then I had no contact. For about a month.

A month later she messaged me on Twitter. Then a week later she turned up somewhere she knew I was going to be (this is somewhat debatable but ultimately I still felt stalked and in a weird way kind of betrayed).

Then nothing until Christmas day when I received an anonymous "I miss you" on this tumblr. Not provable as her like who else misses me lol? (All the creepy men who I keep rejecting but I don't they have my tumblr). Then on NYE she messaged my housemate about me. Then a few days later she does the same.

Ultimately my feeling about all of this are;

I’m sad about the circumstance of the break up. It feels like a waste of something good, but I could probably deal with it better if either of us seemed even remotely happy since it.

I think it’s fucking heartbreaking that someone I cared so deeply for would so quickly become someone I desperately wanted to avoid, the extent to which I want to avoid her is actively depressing in and of itself

She’s clearly not been doing okay since we broke up (or for a while before we broke up but she’s been more noticeably dysfunctional since we broke up) and it’s so frustrating to watch her feel alienated from her friends (and to an extent have actually alienated her friends) and to engage in self destructive behaviours etc, and have no room, or even right to do anything.

As an addition to the previous point, I am usually cold to a fault, so I hate how I have been unable to switch off here. I hate that I still care about her the way I do when everything she has done in the past four months has had an active detrimental affect on me.

This is probably the least “valid” feeling to have about the dissolution of the relationship, and I actively consider this to be deeply petty but here we are - I think it’s unfair that she is telling my housemate that she misses me. I think its unfair that she was the one to do romantic things during the messy period post break up. I think it’s unfair that she made a choice and now seems to want to have the sympathy of the person who was “left” or “dumped” or whatever. Fuck you that’s not fair. I haven’t made my feelings about this known. I didn’t message her fucking housemate to tell him I miss her. Of course I fucking miss her but I’m also not a fucking douchebag.

I also feel betrayed by how willing she was to hurt me and mess me around post-break up. She told her friends things she had promised she wouldn’t and generally handled things shittily. Honestly I just want to know why? I didn’t do anything fucking wrong. We didn’t break up even due to shitty behaviour what the fuck did I do to deserve all of this

I still want to talk to her. I sort of feel like there’s nothing left to say anymore, but I do

Running concurrently to this is the fact that last year I was voted in to be the president of the Comic Book Society (club) at my university. At the time I was pleased and looked forward to it. One of the people who would be running it with me was a guy I was good friends with. Then he (probably) sexually assaulted me, and (definitely) became super creepy about his feelings for me. I low key told him to fuck off and didn't speak to him for the summer. During which time he got therapy and seemed to improve, and because I didn't want to have to do paperwork I figured I would let him stick around. Of course then he continued to be creepy so I had to tell him to fuck off properly.

The break up I had just gone through, and the fact I had to fire 1/3 of my exec did not make running the society easy, but ultimately neither of those things were the actual problem.

The problem instead was that my members just. Wouldn't talk. No matter what. I did everything I could. I know I'm often somewhat intimidating but I also know I'm reasonably funny and decent at conversation in general. But over three months these people remained mute and it was infuriating. They wanted a weekly lecture about comics and I'm just not doing that. So I've allowed the society to fold.

Ultimately about this I guess I feel

Sort of betrayed by the guy who was into me, obviously I suppose I shouldn’t have forgiven him after the (possible) sexual abuse, but I was tired and thought maybe it would be fine. But ultimately he was a guy who claimed to care about me/ know me well, and everything he did belied the opposite which is such a fundamental kind of gross that it’s sort of upsetting.

About my society failing? I take on the responsibility personally, even though every piece of evidence suggests there wasn’t much I could really have done to increase turnout, bar become more general interest (Like talk about the movies more) which ultimately defeats the point of the fucking society so. No. Basically, lol, I feel like a total failure for failing to run a society that was clearly doomed to failure from the beginning

ALSO I’m twenty one. Due to issues with my mental and physical health during my A levels I had to spend an additional year in college. I then failed to get the grades I wanted to go the uni I really wanted to go to. As a result of this I came to uni and was a bit “behind” where I wanted to be in life. Then, naturally, of course, I managed to fail a module of my course, meaning I had to resit the whole year. Making me a Twenty One year old First Year. I haven’t told any of my friends about this, meaning I’m consistently lying a bit about what I’m doing. (I did tell my now ex, and am sort of paranoid she may have told someone but whatever) Oh also one of my housemates is resitting his first year, which arguably makes my extended deception worse, because it’s not helped with his self perception. Oh also multiples of my friends are getting engaged now

I guess the way I feel about this mess of shit is

Failurex1000

I feel extremely “behind” some idea of where I feel I should be in my life, which is ridiculous because I’ve never had a clear picture of where I want to be and when, so there’s no plan to be behind on

Failure Failure Failure

I feel somewhat guilty about not informing said housemate bc he’s insecure about resitting, and also insecure about me being arbitrarily “better” than him, but also I have a crippling fear of being seen as weak or stupid and he’s not my fucking responsibility.

Again, the friends all getting engaged thing makes me feel weirdly lagging so. yay

ALSO I live with three boys currently. I say “boys” because despite their status as legal adults, the juvenile term is really more appropriate. One of whom has had a crush on me for a relatively extended period of time now. He claims to be over me, but his behaviours consistently belie that he is not. Another is just generally a bit immature, and screeches down his headset playing shit video games in the middle of the night (this is in fact why I am currently up and writing this) The third is technically fine but he contributes to the general mess and skid marks on the toilet with the seat always fucking up and the hair all over the fucking bathroom dear fucking god

Summing up this one too;

I have already decided to live alone next year, and have made the arrangements to do so, Though this means I will basically be broke re: disposable money

If I ever see another fucking toilet seat up I’m going to scream

I nearly stabbed my housemate today for waking me up. And now five hours later nearly I have been unable to get any sleep.

Alot of my complaints about my housemates highlight two specific things for me

My upbringing required me to be more independent from a younger age. I’m grateful for the relative competence this has provided me earlier on, but also I think I’m becoming resentful, or jealous, of these people who got to be children until even now? I cannot imagine being 19 and behaving the way these boys do (or twenty one and behaving the way my ex does) and I can’t help but wonder about the kind of coddling they must have had relative to my life.

I need my own space. I have had little control of my life and living arrangements for quite some time now (even having spent three months or so technically homeless last summer) and this is potentially my only opportunity to get that so

Finally, Alot of how I’ve reacted to stuff the past few months has made me feel concerned about my mental health? Several years ago I went to a psychologist for an extended period of time (I was forced to lol) and toward the end of the time I was seeing her she mentioned cluster B personality disorders to me. Obviously being a sixteen year old who thought she was fine this made me balk, I started lying to seem neurotypical or whatever the word is now, and then eventually managed to get out of having to go, but now I think there was probably some stock in what she was talking about and am now going to try and pursue this, so I get to dally with the NHS’ adult mental health services.

Summing up

I don’t actually want a diagnosis and on some level think I’m fine but also line up with the DSM of two of the cluster B’s relatively well and am clearly not doing well so my belief that I’m fine is unhelpful

In the end, it is clearly my pride that’s gong to lead to my death.

Thanks for reading, anonymous internet person or person I know irl stalking my blog/ignoring my request for this to be ignored if you know me irl :I

#delete later #personal #don't rb #like i don't know if that had to be said but y'know #tbh i'm almost more confortable talking in the tags but that seems unhelpful #i just think ive been hurt so much and i cant take much more anymore im sorry #like ive been snappier and less patient but im so alone jesus christ i dont let anyone in #everytime i let people in it like #doesn't go well #at all

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