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Black Paint; Vessel (Sleep Token)

a/n: i am so fucking proud of this and i hope you absolutely love it. pls don't anyone tell brittany or else i'll fucking kms. thx.

description: brittany broski and friends go see sleep token. the group's energy catches the attention of the band.

warnings: alcohol, smut, cringe wattpad y/n moment.

“Hey, guys, welcome back to the Broski report. I’m your host, Brittany Broski.”

She rambled the words out breathlessly, smile void on her face. I stifled a laugh from the seat beside her, especially as I knew the camera frame would then focus on me.

She slammed her palms down onto the table, peering over at me with a blank expression, “Bitch.”

“I know,” I shrugged. My lips were pursed together, shoulders shaking as small giggles forced their way out of my nose.

“Bitch!” She tilted her head from the microphone so as not to disturb the sound mix.

I pressed a hand to my lips, dying of laughter now. “I know!”

“Listen,” she pointed at the screen behind us, “there is no fucking time for introductions because this bitch…just ruined my life by introducing me to yet another GROUP masked men I will not and can not have!”

“I know,” I nodded solemnly, still giggling. “I’m so sorry for what I have done to you.”

“Sleep Token,” Brittany yelled. I flinched from the volume, eliciting a soft, “Oh!”

“Sleep Token, guys,” she repeated. “Listen…before we even begin, we have a disclaimer for you horny sluts.”

I licked my lip as I silenced my laughter, looking seriously to the camera. “We do not condone the search for the identity of this band. Let them exist peacefully. If you know who they are, and you comment it on either of our platforms, anywhere, you will be blocked. Be respectful, shut the fuck up, and keep the mystery alive, kay?”

“Kay. Moving on! Sleep Token!”

It was my first time being on Brittany’s podcast. I was honored to have been asked, considering she didn’t often have anyone join her. But, considering I’d introduced her to the band I was currently hyper-fixating on, she needed me to provide my personal testimony. We spent most of the video appreciating their music, pointing out our favorite drum parts, lyrics, and Vessel vocals. Of course, we thirsted over the band, too. Why wouldn’t we have? They were hot as fuck and we were just girls.

And, of course, the video blew up. Her podcast segments normally did, but this one reached new numbers even she could not have predicted. At one point, trending on TikTok was a video of me saying, “I would literally let this man do dirty, nasty, terrible things to me that my mom would disown me for. Things only bitches did in that fucking town of Sodom and Gamora. God would literally come down and rain hellfire over my apartment after I got done with that man.”

I wasn’t necessarily embarrassed by the videos that came out after my clip went viral, but it was a little silly. I just hoped the band didn’t have secret accounts that they stalked fans on. I would never want to know that- but Ijust hoped and prayed it wasn’t sure.

Soon after we posted the video, the band announced a new leg of a North American tour.

And, of course, we spent a shit load of money to get tickets.

The months drug on before it was finally time for the concert.

“Shot?”

Brittany held out the glass vial towards me, a knowing smile- brows raised, round eyes suggestive- egging me on. Not that I needed it- tonight was the perfect night to get trashed. Of course, with Brittany, that was most night’s. When we had filmed for the podcast? Oh, we were smashed.

“Duh, bitch.”

I took it from her hold, wrapped my forearm around hers, and shared a low cheer before taking the shot. Our other friend Sarah Baska, was ordering herself something at the bar. Meanwhile, the liquid burned the back of my throat, sliding down my chest in it’s fiery path. A natural lightweight, I felt warm immediately. It was also just really hot in here.

I then ordered some mixed drink. Sarah got more, harder liquor, as per usual. And, Brittany did another handful of shots for the road. After, we headed for the stairs, giggly and anticipatory. We spent extra money on a private box, both to shake our asses in a spacious area, and to be able to enjoy the concert without being bothered by fans the entire time. It was nice getting photos with them and meeting people who looked up to all of us. But, tonight, it would be nice to just exist as normal people at a normal concert. Besides, we were all here for Sleep Token. I wanted them to get all the worship that they deserved.

Not that this was a normal concert. This was, in any devoted fan’s words, a night of worship to the god of Sleep. This was a ritual. Tonight, I would be shaking my ass extra hard for the little dancing vessel’s on that stage who were so fucking attractive, I could drool.

We found our seats quickly. I was grateful for the space away from the thick, sweaty crowds- it was hot in here, even though I was wearing next to nothing. I really didn’t want my makeup- done heavier than normal thanks to Britt- to run. I did, however, hope that Vessel’s paint would smear a little extra from this heat. That was hot.

We sat down in our seats for a few minutes, gushing about finally being at this ritual. I sipped at my drink, finishing it faster than I thought possible. I tended to drink heavier when my pulse rate was this high. My chest was really warm now, and I enjoyed it. It loosened me up quite a bit. I wasn’t really introverted, but I had anxiety when it came to these situations. Liquid courage was always nice to have.

I shed my jacket on the back of my chair, exposing my midriff and bare arms. It cooled me down a bit. Brittany was rambling on about Vessel and some video she’d saw on TikTok the night before. I went to reply to her, to ask to see the video, when a staff member interrupted us, “Excuse me, ladies-”

We looked up him expectantly. His voice was quiet against the loud chatter of the crowd and the pre-show playlist thumping through the speakers. I leaned in close to him and strained to hear his next words.

“These seats have food and drink service. Would you like anything?” He graciously held out a menu.

We nodded enthusiastically and ordered another round of shots and cocktails. Just as he returned with the tray of drinks, after we occupied ourselves by watching a handful of videos on Brittany’s phone, the lights dimmed for the opener. I tipped the server as I joined the crowd, on my feet, hooting and hollering. We quickly down our shots.

The opener was pretty good. Brittany, Sarah, and I danced along to the songs, clapped when gestured to, and took a few embarrassing pictures for us to regret in the morning. I liked to spin in circles as I danced, rotating my hips to the beat. I made a stank face while doing so, drink raised to the sky like an offering. Brittany and Sarah would hype me up, pretending to swipe stacks of cash over me like rain, leaning into my momentum with hollers. The more I moved, the more the alcohol took over. I was completely lost in the music.

When the opener took a bow, Brittany, Sarah, and I screamed, loudly. Loud enough that the opener noticed us. They waved up to our seats. I jumped up and down, splashing my drink over the railing, on the floor below. I waved wildly. The opener then blew a kiss and I nearly melted. I felt like a little girl at a One Direction concert. It was awesome.

As the crew began tearing down the openers set, and putting together Sleep Token’s, more music streamed through the speakers. The server scurried off to get us more drinks.

Because the opener had noticed us- twice- a few people in the crowd turned to look up at our seats. Now that the overhead lights were back on in the venue, a bunch of fans started calling out our names, waving excitedly. As they did, I Wanna Dance With Somebody started playing and the energy in the venue lifted completely.

I set my drink down in my cup holder, needing both hands to go absolutely feral over the song choice. As the first verse began, I grabbed Brittany’s fingers in my clutch, serenading her through viscous screams. I swayed from foot to foot, hitting each beat with my hips. As Miss Houston sang, “My lonely heart calls…” I grabbed the railing from behind me, leaned myself over it, back arched and head upside down, towards the crowd. Everyone freaked out at the stupid move I did. I was sure to see clips of it in the morning.

Then, the chorus started, and we jumped around like raging lunatics. We clapped our way through the song, entertaining the crowd like we were the real show. Eventually, the crew seemed to be finishing up their work onstage. The music started to fade, the lights dimmed, and the stage lit up with bright blue. I picked my drink back up, screeching my head off as the music started.

I swear to god that the band could hear us screaming from our side of the venue, jumping around like children, holding onto each other like we just might fall over. We were louder than, probably, the rest of the crowd. They started with Chokehold, which made me nearly lose my sanity. Vessel strutted out onto the stage like a literal god, rings shining in the light, blackened skin already slick with sweat. I bounced up and down to every beat, waving my hands with the crowd, spinning in circles, downing my drink like there was no tomorrow. I didn’t focus too much on how good he looked, caught up in the music. But, god, did I know he looked insane.

At one point, Brittany and Sarah turned their phone flash on. They switched between that and taking videos on their phones, giving me all the spotlight. They made it like I was the fucking main character of the concert. And, I loved every second of it.

At one point, the bassist noticed our flashing lights and mini dance circle. He pointed up at us, nodding his head in appreciation. I screamed my head off in response, gripping the railing and whipping my hair. He raised his hands like he had to defend himself from my energy and slunk off to the other side of the stage. Brittany pointed the camera in my face, “How do you feel?!”

“I’m shitting my pants right now!”

The concert went by quickly, too quickly. IV interacted with us a bunch, too, especially after he’d scream his lyrics and we’d go wild. Vessel, unfortunately, avoided our side of the stage. He was so lost in the music which was, honestly, amazing to witness. His silly dances combined with his insane vocals made for a great show.

By the time The Offering started up, Brittany, Sarah, and I were absolutely trashed. I wasn’t too far gone because I was started to sweat out what was in my system. Yet, I was nowhere near sober. Anyways, maybe it was because we were being obnoxious and loud due to our drunken states- Vessel finally noticed us. It was at the beginning of the song, when he sang, “Take a bite…’ It came out like an animalistic growl, chilling the audience.

He pointed his hands towards our balcony, though I’d like to think he was really just pointing at me, and whispered the sultry lyric. I melted to the ground, head thrown back as I yelled. Brittany grabbed my bicep to ensure I wouldn’t fall any further. She and Sarah hoisted me back up. We cackled into each other’s shoulders annoyingly. Then, as the drums picked up, we began moving with the rhythm again.

Before we knew it, the concert was over. Vessel raised his hands in a bow. Then, he looked around the crowd, found our seats again, and shot us a small smile. I took the opportunity to blow him a kiss, enthusiastically throwing it through the air towards him. He grinned in response, looking to his feet as he shook his head, before slinking backstage.

I plopped back down into my seat, already cracking open a water bottle. My chest heaved for air. I didn’t even know how to process anything that had happened. All I knew was, “I need to eat so many fries right now,” I breathed out, sweat slicking my skin. I sipped the water slowly. I could feel myself sobering up more and more. I was a little more conscious, but so damn hungry.

Sarah was talking to some people next to us who she knew. Brittany sat beside me. “Vessel literally wants you,” she said, nonchalantly, like she had read it in that morning’s paper. “Like…holy fuck.”

I cracked a smile and wiped a bead of sweat off of my brow. I checked my reflection in my phone. Luckily, my makeup had stayed intact. I replied with a silly tone, “Don’t even get me excited like that. It’s rude.”

“No, cause, he kept looking up here after The Offering,” Brittany said in a matter of fact manner, again.

“Really?” I sat up in my seat, “No way! I must have been dancing too hard to notice.”

“Oh, you were shaking your ass,” she snickered with a grin.

“Ugh, he’s fucking sexy,” I continued on. We stared at the stage for a moment in one of those silences where neither drunk girl could really formulate any relevant response. Then, I kind of tossed my weary arms around, “Well, doesn’t matter. I bet he, like, doesn’t even date.”

“No, but he def fucks,” Brittany emphasized. We leaned into each other, laughing loudly.

Sarah turned to us at the sound. She plopped down beside me and went to add to our conversation, but the familiar staff member who’d been supplying our drinks was interrupting again. Though, this time, he didn’t have a tray of alcohol.

“Excuse me, ladies,” his favorite phrase. We all looked up at him, curious. He didn’t have to speak so loud, considering the venue was clearing out, so it was easier to hear. Whitney Houston was playing again.

“The band is wondering if you’d like to come backstage for some refreshments?” He asked so casually that it took my brain a moment to process the information.

I managed to play it really cool, but internally, I was basically shitting my pants. Brittany, however, gaped at the worker. She slowly turned her head towards Sarah and I with a wild look in her eyes, seeming like she might scream at any given moment.

Sarah snorted, “What fucking fanfiction did we just get thrown into?!”

“I don’t know, but I fucking love it,” I gushed back, staring at the worker. “What the fuck.” He shrugged back at me.

Sarah shook her head with an amused grin, waving off the worker, “Listen, yall go, have fun. My friends offered to let us go out with them, so I’m gonna split off. I don’t think I could mentally handle meeting them right now. I think I’d, like, puke all over them.”

“But, then you could say that you’ve puked on Sleep Token!” Brittany smacked Sarah’s shoulder, reaching across my body.

“Go!” Sarah shoved back, squishing me further between the two of them. “Go, so you can say that you puked on Sleep Token.”

“Yeah, I fucking will,” I pushed up out of my seat, an eager energy in my bones.

Brittany and I followed the worker down the stairs, clutching each other’s arms. He ushered us through the remaining crowd gently, though we had to stop to take numerous photos- and make the occasional TikTok- with fans. They gushed about our dance moves, our podcast episode. It made everything feel even giddier. We eventually made it up to the stage, where we were guided behind these large black curtains disguising the dimly lit area of the sides.

The crew worked hard on getting everything packed up, put away. We skirted between all of them, trying not to get in the way of it all. I kept checking my reflection in my phone’s front camera to ensure I looked okay. Most of the sweat had soaked itself up and my perfume was long lasting. Hopefully that was enough to rizz up Vessel. Not that I was counting on that. It would be awesome, but I was actually excited to have a conversation with all of them. I would soon learn that was not what he wanted from me tonight.

We went down another set of stairs and stopped before a closed door. Behind it, we could hear music playing over a speaker, a few sets of voices cheering and chattering. The worker knocked, kindly, and the voices cut themselves off.

“Come in!” A thick British accent called out.

I took a deep, drunken breath as the worker turned the door knob. And, my stomach dropped when he pulled open the door.

Sleep Token sat, lounged out across their dressing room, on various couches. They wore those familiar masks, their stage costumes- save for a few layers- and clutched some drinks in their blackened hands. My eyes found Vessel last, who was leaning against the counter of the vanity, a drink sat beside his left hand. He had shed his cloak, so visible to us was his paint-smeared chest and back. I tried not to let my eyes wander too much- but they did.

III stood from the couch, excitedly dancing his way over to the door where we stood. The worker abandoned us. “‘Ello, darlings!” III called out.

He hugged Brittany first, bent down because of his insane height. As he did, I couldn’t rip my eyes from the slits of Vessel’s mask. I somehow knew that he was staring at me- probably because his distant gaze burned my skin. Then, III was pulling me into his chest, “It’s so lovely to meet you…”

“Brittany,” she gestured to herself, then to me, “Y/n. Dude, thanks so fucking much for having us! We had an absolute blast. Your performance is just- wow!”

IV and II approached us next, as III pulled us a bit further into the room. III busied himself with pouring us each a drink as we introduced ourselves to IV and II.

“We’re so glad you had a good time worshiping,” IV cracked, hugging Brittany, “makes it all the more worth it.”

I grinned at his words as he embraced me, too, still occasionally glancing at Vessel. II added on, “Sure you’re exhausted from all that dancing. Have a seat.”

III wrapped an arm around Brittany’s shoulder, passing a drink to her hand, as he brought her onto the couch beside him. IV and II moved to stt back where they had been, probably assuming I was following. I clutched nervously to the drink III had given me. I may be drunk, but not drunk enough to not act stupid in front of men I wanted to fuck. The nerves were crashing down me instead, making me stoic, overthinking my own breathin.

I looked back at Vessel, again, who had been quiet thus far. He held out a hand, an offer for me to come sit beside him. I hesitated, for just a moment, before taking it. His fingers were warm, even his rings, and I noticed that black paint smudged itself across my skin as I took my hand from his. I leaned up against the counter beside him as I admired the paint.

III, IV, and II struck up a lively conversation with Brittany, full of teases and easy topics. I watched until I felt that burning stare on the side of my face again. I looked up at Vessel, a small smile forming across my lips. He returned the expression.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/n,” his voice was just as deep as his singing tone. It sent a shiver down my spine.

I shifted on my feet, glanced around, before returning his gaze again. “You, too, Vessel,” I took a sip of the drink in my hand.

He chuckled down at me. My knees rocked. “So…you like Whitney Houston, yeah?.”

My face turned beat red at the realization that he had seen a lot more than I hoped. I pressed a hand over my face, groaning, “Oh, god. You saw that?”

Vessel brushed his shoulder against mine. More paint took it’s place there in my skin. “I saw everything.”

I crinkled my nose, “Ugh, that was just…I don’t claim to be a good dancer, just so you know.”

Vessel shrugged, “I beg to differ.”

Shaking my head at his words, I waved him off, “Don’t even…I just, like, throw myself around like a fucking rag doll.”

“No,” he drug out the word, deep voice reverberating in my chest, “no, you have some rhythm in those hips.” His head tilted down as he eyed my body.

There was a beat of silence that passed between us. I examined his mask. I think I knew then that I wouldn’t be leaving until this man fucked me senseless, but my foggy, drunken brain thought still that maybe I was just being delusional.

It wasn’t until he opened his mouth, again, that I was certain. He drug his tongue over his bottom lip, as though he was searching for the right words to say. My eyes followed the wet, pink organ with a blank stare.

Vessel thought for another moment before leaning his mouth down towards my ear. He pressed his hand against my hip, fingers curling around my bare skin exposed there. His breath was hot against the side of my neck, though I shivered again. “I want to see how those hips would move on me.”

I flushed, bright red again, the alcohol making the heat on my blotchy skin worse. Vessel pulled away, a smirk ever-present on those pink lips, black staining the outer edges. It took all of my self control not to lick it clean, right then and there. I wanted him- needed him. And, he knew it.

Vessel searched my eyes with that curl in his lips. I was unable to come up with a proper response. But, I think he found what he was looking for in my dilated pupils and rising chest. “Be a good girl for me? Yeah?”

Vessel offered up his hand again. I entwined my fingers in his, my own smile finally finding its place on my mouth. Vessel took my cup and chugged it, tossed it into the trash, and led us from the room.

I followed like a puppy-dog, hot on his heels. He guided me so carefully, looking back occasionally to ensure I was okay. Then, he threw open a door at the end of the hallway we traveled down. It was dark in the room, with only a small lamp in the corner to illuminate our hushed desperations. Vessel locked the door behind us after he ushered me inside. He spun me around and forced himself against my chest, pressing my back against the door. It knocked the wind right out of me. My chest rose and fell as I took rapid, deep breaths. Vessel held me by my hip, again, thumb brushing against my bare skin gently.

“Is this okay?” He whispered as he brought a hand to my face, cupping my cheek.

I barely nodded, entranced by the stare coming from behind his mask. I had enough focus to touch my hands to his chest, though, running my fingers up and down his toned stomach. The paint smeared beneath my knuckles, revealing more of his pale skin. I watched it mix with our sweat with hopeless admiration in my gaze.

Vessel looked down at my hands, too, a smirk still present on his face. But, then he forced my chin up, so my eyes were on his mask, and said, “Use your words, darling.”

“Y-yes,” I shuddered, voice breathless.

Vessel pressed me harder against the door as our lips met, tongues clashing against teeth, hungrily. We moved together so easily, entranced by the other’s taste. I gripped at his sides, pulling me into him, arching my back to press my chest against his. Vessel’s hold tightened, too, and he ground my hips against his.

I felt him get hard, quickly, the loose material of his pants allowing his erection to fully grind against my thigh. He was whiney, all gasping breaths, low moans, as I drug my fingers down his chest, dipped them through his waistband. I nearly got to feel him, but Vessel grabbed my hand harshly in his, slamming it up against the door, above my head. My eyes shot back open in surprise. I don’t remember closing them.

“S’all about you right now, darling,” he demanded, words against my lips.

Vessel shoved his head into the crevice of my neck, nipping and tonguing at my flesh. My eyes dropped shut again, head hitting the door in a way that would probably hurt tomorrow. I had a feeling all of me would hurt tomorrow. But, I didn’t care.

Vessel drug his fingers up my arms, leaving goosebumps in his path, trails of black paint like a roadmap amongst my freckles. He slid the straps of my dress down past my shoulders. Then, he kissed his way down to the arch of my breasts. He rolled the material between his teeth and sunk to the floor as he drugged it down my body. Vessel was on his knees below me.

Vessel looped an arm around either of my thighs, nearly pulling my entire weight onto his shoulders. I clutched onto the top of his head, feeling some of his hair slip out from the cap he wore beneath his mask. It was soft, though just a bit sweaty. He glanced up at my bare breasts, smirking devilishly now

He admired my face as he said, “I watched you worship me all night. It’s my turn to pray at your altar.” STOPPED HERE.

My head hit the door again as Vessel sunk his tongue into me. He had managed to tear my underwear down with his teeth and they were now laying across the room. I ground my hips into his face, back arching each time his nose would then rub against my sweet spot. I tried to be quiet at first, though small gasps and moans slipped from my bitten lips.

But, then, Vessel stopped, eliciting a whine from me. He chuckled, lips slick from me. He darted his tongue out, smirking as he cleaned his mouth. He tilted his head in disappointment, “You were so loud for me earlier, darling. What happened to that good girl? I want to hear how good I am making you feel.”

I nodded, dazed, brows furrowed, fingers digging at his hair. The cap had fallen off his head at this point, but the mask managed to stay on. I was grateful it did. The mystery alive energized both of our primal desires..

Vessel watched my face as he pressed his tongue back up into me, running the tip of it down my entire core. I moaned, loudly, back arched into the cold air, nipples hard from the temperature and arousal.

He chuckled into me, making my thighs shake around his head. Vessel pried me back open with his fingers bruising my skin. He continued on until I was close. I vocalized my point of no return, and he hurriedly spoke, “Don’t. Be a good girl and wait. For me, okay?”

I nodded wildly, clenching my stomach to deny myself of the orgasm. Vessel gently set my feet back on the ground. He guided me by the hips towards a counter. Easily, he picked me up and set me on it. It was freezing cold against my bare skin, but his warm hands, tongue, were on me soon enough. I took the opportunity to unlatch his belt, fingers moving hurriedly. Vessel moved to help me, tugging the pants down his thighs.

Vessel then pushed me back from him, taking control again. He pushed my legs open further with his bare knee. Then, he grabbed me by the hips and tugged me down till my back was flat against the counter. His hand splayed across my thigh as he pushed himself inside of me.

He was sloppy, quick in desperation as he fucked me. But, every thrust he pushed into me was strong, deep. Vessel wrapped my legs around his waist, securing me by the hip. His other hand drug itself up my chest until his fingers were wrapped around my throat. Black paint smeared most of my skin. There was even a ring around his mouth where the paint had transferred from his skin to my own. I don’t know how we would manage to keep this rendezvous a secret from everyone else with the state we were both in. But, right now, I couldn’t care.

Vessel leaned himself overtop of me, his forehead against my chest. Though, he was dominating me, he was so caught up in the pleasure that he was starting to quickly come undone. I touched his back, nails digging into his skin. He tossed his head back at the sensation, neck exposed to me. I eyed the veins protruding from his skin.

He smirked at me when he noticed I was staring at his neck. He growled, “Take a bite.”

I held one hand, tightly, to his shoulder, keeping him steady as he fucked me. But, I gripped the back of his head with the other. I was slow at first, nipping at his neck gently. Vessel’s thrusts were becoming sloppy with each bite I took. I was close, too. So, I opened my jaw further, taking a pinch of his skin between my upper and lower canines. I bit down, hard.

“Fuck!”

He quickly pulled out and came on my stomach. As he did, I felt myself come undone. Vessel pressed his forehead against mine as we rode out our high. We came down from the top and he gave me a sloppy kiss.

There was a bitter cold left on my skin as he stepped back. I hugged myself, finally taking in the black paint covering my skin. “Oh, god,” I laughed.

Vessel pulled his pants up. He looked at my body, grinning, “Fuck. That’s so hot. Darling, if we had more time…”

“I know,” I smiled up at him.

“Here, there’s a bathroom over here,” Vessel spoke as he finished buckling his belt. He offered me his hand.

I followed him into the side room. He found a washcloth on the side of the sink, clean and unused, and wet it with warm water. Vessel gently pried my hands from covering my body and busied himself with wiping down my skin. He focused on what would be visible: My arms, neck, hands, face. I watched him while he worked. It was fucking hot when he was dominating, disgustingly dirty. But, this, this caring demeanor? I’d fuck him again in a heartbeat.

When he was finished, he rounded up my dress, shoes, and underwear. He turned away, without a question, while I dressed. I was no longer nervous, so I wouldn’t have minded if he watched. But, he was respectful.

“Okay,” I breathed out, pulling my final dress strap back up and over my shoulder.

Vessel faced me. I was finally able to take in his face and had to cover my mouth to stifle my laughter. He frowned, slightly, confused by my laughter. “What? What is it?”

I touched his shoulders, forcing him to face the mirror. His head pulled back in shock at his appearance.

I kept laughing and Vessel peered down at me with a tilted head. “Keep laughing, darling.”

“I’m sorry,” I shrugged, “it’s fo fucking funny.”

“What’s funny?”

I yelped, trying to duck out of the way as he jolted towards me. He caught me by the waist, rattling me around in his hold. I giggled, loudly against his chest, trying to twist out of his hold. His mouth was near my ear as he teased me, “Not so funny now, huh?”

I rested my forehead to his shoulder in my fit of laughter. Vessel calmed his movements, just holding me against him now. “It just goes to show the mess you make out of me,” he murmured against my ear, lips pressed to the shell.

I looked up at him and pointed a warning finger, “Don’t do that.”

“I know,” he huffed as he tossed his head back in frustration. “We should be getting back.”

“Sadly,” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He admired my face for a few moments, silent, until he smiled softly, “Can I get your number?”

“Maybe,” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know, I kind of like to just fuck and dump, ya know?”

“I won’t let you do that, darling,” his voice dropped low again.

“Okay, you’ve gotta stop doing that or I’m never going home.”

Vessel cupped my cheek in his hand, nearly void of paint, “I’d be okay with that.”

“I’m gonna walk away now.”

Vessel didn’t let go, however, as I made a move to step towards the bathroom door. In fact, he held me tighter. He pressed another kiss to my lips. “Can’t go anywhere looking that, darling,” he twisted me around to face the mirror, long arms cradling my waist.

I reached for the washcloth and wiped off my face. I faced him again and cleaned up his mouth, just enough so that it wasn’t completely obvious he’d eaten me out. We spent another moment teasing each other, eliciting more giggles from my throat. But, we figured we should get back.

So, he took my hand again and led us back down the hallway. I flushed red as soon as the door was pulled open, considering the entire band and Brittany snapped their heads towards us.

“Way to leave your sister!” Brittany exclaimed, holding up a cup of what could only be whiskey. “Dude, you’re missing out on some insane stories right now. Come, sit.” She patted the couch next to her.

I glanced up at Vessel as I took my hand from his. II, IV, and III greeted me with kind eyes and small greetings. “Hey, sorry,” I said as I plopped onto the couch. “He was just showing me the, uh…”

We hadn’t come up with an excuse. So, my words fell off my tongue with no resolution. Vessel shoved his hands in his pockets, quickly stuttering out, “Backstage. Just the backstage area. She wanted to see how everything works.”

Brittany nodded, oblivious to the elephant in the room. “Dope. You’ll have to show me next.”

“We can do a group tour,” IV offered.

Everyone agreed, enthusiastically, and we all stood to pile out the door. III and I were the last ones seated. I met his dark eyes, smiling kindly at him. His gaze dropped to my thighs, brows raising beneath his mask suggestively.

I followed his eyes down. Where my dress had ridden up my thighs was a long line of smeared paint, not to mention reddened hickies that were starting to sprout up. I pressed my lips together and quickly tugged the material down over my legs.

III patted my knee as he stood, “You were the one going crazy during The Offering, love.”

I gaped after him as his words lingered in the air before me. Vessel stood just beside the door, awaiting my presence. As III passed by him, he took Vessel by the chin and tilted his head.

He tsked at the bruising bite mark on Vessel’s neck. I shoved my face into my hands, face beyond burned.

III whispered, “Take a bite.”

It wasn’t until a few days later, when Brittany and I were hanging out, looking through concert videos with nostalgia, that she found out. I was nervous to tell her. Besides, Vessel and I were starting to see each other, so I didn’t want to expose his private life too much. I trusted her, but I just overthought it all. Apparently, though, I hadn’t enough overthinking.

I had just made a post on Instagram, making the photo we took with the band the cover photo for a dump. It blew up immediately. Brittany and I were reading comments as they came in, dying of laughter at some of the shit people were saying.

“No, hand placement is so real!” Brittany exclaimed. She shoved her phone in my face, showing me the zoom-in of Vessel’s hand on my hip. I blushed and shoved it away. She kept scrolling.

“Wait,” her voice trailed off.

I glanced at her and watched as her brows furrowed. She tapped around, zoomed in a bunch, scrolled through comments. I looked back to my phone just as a new comment began blowing up with responses and likes.

User- so is no one gonna talk about vessel’s paint on y/n’s thigh and her very obvious sex hair?

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

#sleep token!vessel x reader #sleep token x you #sleep token x reader #sleep token #sleep token smut #brittany broski

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arguing with zb1 boys …

> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader

> warnings: angsty, mentions of break up and insecurities, lowercase intended, not proofread

> song recommendation: astronomy by conan gray

> note: this is my first and last post THAT long lmaoo 😭 I spent a good week writing this pls don’t let this flop or else ill kms

김 jiwoong.

the air in the room feels heavy, charged with tension like a gathering storm. the once warm and comforting atmosphere has been replaced by a cold, hostile energy. you and jiwoong stand face-to-face, the distance between you filled with a chasm of misunderstanding and jealousy. his eyes burn with a fire you've never seen before, seething with an intensity that sets your heart pounding.

”i can't stand it anymore!” he shouts, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. ”i can't stand the way he looks at you, the way he touches you. it's driving me insane!”

you feel a wave of confusion wash over you, your mind struggling to make sense of jiwoong's sudden outburst. ”he's just a friend,” you reply, your voice trembling. ”you know that. there's nothing more between us.”

jiwoong shakes his head, his expression twisted with jealousy. ”i see the way he smiles at you, the way he makes you laugh,” he says, his voice laced with bitterness. ”i see the connection you have, and it eats me whole, tears me apart.”

you take a step closer, reaching out to touch his arm, but he recoils as if your touch burns. ”jiwoong, you have to trust me,” you say, your voice pleading. ”you have to trust that my love for you is real, that you're the only one who holds my heart.”

he turns away, his shoulders tense with anger. “how can i trust when all I feel is this overwhelming fear?” he says, his voice filled with anguish. “i can't bear the thought of losing you to someone else.”

your heart breaks at his words, at the depth of his insecurities. “jiwoong, love isn't about possession,” you say, your voice gentle but firm. “it's about trust, about believing in the strength of our bond. i chose you, and i choose you every day.”

he looks at you, his eyes filled with pain. “i want to believe you,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “but these feelings, this jealousy, it consumes me. im afraid it will destroy us.”

you take a step closer, your hand trembling as you reach out to cup his face. “let's work through this together,” you say, your voice filled with determination. “let's communicate, let's find a way to heal these wounds. i don't want to lose you, jiwoong. i want to fight for us.”

for a moment, there's a flicker of hope in jiwoong's eyes, a glimmer of the love that once bound you together. but then, he pulls away, his expression hardened. “i don't know if I can,” he says, his voice heavy with resignation. “i don't know if i have it in me to let go of this jealousy.”

and with those words, the fragile thread that held your relationship together snaps, shattering into irreparable fragments. the pain of the argument hangs heavy in the air, suffocating the love that once bloomed between you. you both stand there, wounded and broken, realizing that sometimes, love alone isn't enough to overcome jealousy and insecurities.

장 hao.

in the twilight hour, the world around you seems to hold its breath, suspended in a fragile balance between darkness and light. the air crackles with tension as you and hao stand face to face, your voices rising in a crescendo of anger and frustration.

the sky above is a canvas of swirling clouds, mirroring the turmoil within your hearts. each word spoken is like a thunderclap, echoing through the depths of your souls, leaving cracks in the foundation of your once-unbreakable bond.

“why, hao? why can't you see what we have?” you cry out, your voice raw with pain. “we've shared laughter and tears, built dreams and held each other through the darkest nights. how can you doubt us now?”

hao's eyes meet yours, his gaze filled with uncertainty. “i wish I had the answers,” he responds, his voice strained. “but lately, i started questioning whether we are truly meant to be.”

your heart clenches at his words, a torrent of emotions crashing against the walls you had built together. “but what about the promises we made, the vows we shared?” you plead, your voice trembling. “are they just empty echoes now?”

hao's voice wavers, his defenses crumbling beneath the weight of his doubt. “i never wanted it to come to this,” he confesses, his voice laced with regret. “but I can't deny the gnawing ache in my heart, the yearning for something more.”

the tears well up in your eyes, each drop a testament to the agony of a love on the brink of fracture. “what more could you possibly want?” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “i've given you all of me, poured my very soul into this love. is that not enough?”

your boyfriend’s expression softens, the pain etched across his face. “it's not about you not being enough,” he murmurs, his voice carrying the weight of his own anguish. “it's about me and the uncertainty that shadows my heart. i need to find my own path, even if it means leaving you behind.”

the words strike you like a dagger, piercing deep into your wounded heart. the world around you blurs as the storm within intensifies, the anguish and fury mingling together in a symphony of shattered dreams.

“how can you say that?” you cry out, your voice breaking. “to forsake all we've built for the sake of your own uncertainty? don’t you see the pain you'll leave in me?”

hao's shoulders slump, his voice barely a whisper against the roaring tempest of emotions. “i see it all too clearly,” he murmurs, his gaze filled with regret. “but i can't continue to live a lie, to cling to a love that no longer feels true. we both deserve better than that.”

silence falls upon you both, heavy and suffocating, as the reality of your crumbling love hangs in the air. the path ahead is uncertain, veiled in shadows and unanswered questions. the bond that once held you together now threatening to break.

and so, in the dying light of a love that once burned so bright, you stand on the precipice of a heart-wrenching decision, knowing that even if you fight against the current, you may have to learn how to let go and find healing in the depths of your shattered souls.

성 hanbin.

the room feels suffocating. you stand there, your heart pounding in your chest, your hands trembling. hanbin, your boyfriend, stands across from you, his eyes filled with regret and realization. but it's too late; the damage has been done.

a delicate veil of silence hangs between you, shattered only by the echoes of your racing thoughts. the words he uttered, meant as a joke, pierced through your soul like a thousand arrows. they struck at the very core of your insecurities, tearing open wounds you thought had healed.

tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill over, as you find your voice, shaking with anger and hurt. “how could you?” you whisper, your voice a mere thread of sound.

hanbin's face contorts with remorse, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. “i didn't mean it like that,” he stammers, his voice strained. “it was just a joke. i didn't realize...”

but his words fall on deaf ears, drowned out by the roaring storm within you. “you didn't realize?” you shout, your voice breaking through the silence. “you didn't realize how much those words would hurt me? how they would reopen old wounds?”

the room vibrates with the intensity of your emotions, each word a lightning strike in the darkened sky. the weight of your pain hangs heavy in the air, choking the both of you. hanbin takes a step closer, his arms outstretched in an attempt to comfort, but you recoil, your body a fortress protecting a fragile heart.

“don't touch me.” you cry out, your voice sharp and filled with anguish. “not after what you've said. not after tearing me apart with your thoughtless words.”

hanbin's face crumples, his shoulders dropping with the weight of his mistake. “i'm so sorry,” he whispers, his voice laced with desperation. “i never meant to hurt you. please, give me a chance to make it right.”

but the echoes of his apology are met with the bitter taste of anger, of wounds that run too deep. the tempest within you rages on, each gust of emotion pushing you further apart.

“you can't fix this,” you say, your voice trembling with a mixture of sorrow and resolve. “not with words, not with empty promises. the damage has been done, and it will take more than apologies to heal these wounds.”

the room falls silent once more, the quietness enveloping you like a heavy fog. hanbin stands before you, his face etched with regret, his eyes a reflection of the pain he has caused. but as you look into those eyes, you realize that sometimes love is not enough to mend what has been broken.

with a heavy heart, you turn away, your steps faltering as you leave the room, leaving behind a love that has been scarred by insensitivity. the door closes behind you, sealing the chasm that has formed between you, and the tears finally spill over, mingling with the shattered pieces of your heart.

석 matthew.

in the fading light of the evening, the atmosphere inside the house is heavy, like a storm ready to unleash its fury. the clock on the wall ticks relentlessly, each passing second fueling the mounting frustration within you. you sit on the edge of the couch, anxiously awaiting matthew's return, your heart pounding in your chest.

as the minutes stretch into hours, your worry transforms into anger. the promises he made, the reassurances of punctuality, now feel like nothing more than hollow echoes in your ears. your patience wears thin, frayed by the passage of time and the unanswered questions lingering in your mind.

finally, the front door creaks open, and matthew steps inside, his presence igniting a volatile mix of relief and fury within you. his face is flushed, his hair tousled, and the faint scent of alcohol clings to his clothes like a bitter reminder of his tardiness.

“where have you been?” you demand, your voice laced with a mixture of frustration and concern. “you said you would be home hours ago!”

matthew's eyes meet yours, and a flicker of guilt passes through his gaze. “i'm sorry,” he replies, his voice strained. “things got out of hand, and I lost track of time.”

your anger rises like a tempest, swirling within your chest, threatening to consume you. “lost track of time?” you repeat, your voice rising with each word. “do you know how worried i’ve been? how much i've been waiting for you?”

his eyes drop to the floor, unable to meet your gaze. “i didn't mean to make you worry,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

a surge of frustration courses through your veins, your words turning sharp as you confront him. “it's not just about the worry,” you say, the bitterness staining your tone. “it's about respect. it's about honoring your word and valuing our time together.”

your boyfriend’s shoulders slump, the weight of his actions settling upon him. “i know,” he says, his voice laced with remorse. “i messed up. I didn't think about how it would affect you.”

the room feels suffocating, the air thick with unspoken emotions and shattered expectations. you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the anger within you refuses to be quelled.

“you can't just keep doing this,” you say, your voice shaking with intensity. “you can't keep disregarding my feelings, my trust.”

matthew's eyes glisten with regret as he looks up at you, his voice filled with anguish. “i don't want to lose you,” he pleads, his words a desperate plea. “i'll do better, I promise. Just give me another chance.”

your heart wavers between anger and love, torn between the desire for resolution and the pain of disappointment. you take a moment to gather your thoughts, the silence between you stretching like an infinite chasm.

“i need time,” you finally say, your voice weary. “time to heal, time to rebuild the trust that has been broken.”

matthew nods, his face etched with remorse, his voice a whisper. “i understand,” he says, his words heavy with regret. “i'll do whatever it takes.”

and with that, the echoes of your argument linger in the air, as the two of you retreat to your respective corners, unsure of what the future holds, but aware that the bonds between you have been strained, leaving scars that will take time to mend.

김 taerae.

amidst the dimly lit room, you stand with your heart racing and your eyes brimming with tears. taerae, your boyfriend, stands opposite you with a scowl etched onto his face, his voice hoarse with anger. the air is thick with tension, and you can feel your chest constricting as he spits out the word that cuts you to the bone - “clingy.”

you feel a surge of anger rise within you as his words strike a nerve. how could he say such a thing? you're only trying to show him how much you care, how much he means to you. but instead, he sees it as a weakness, a flaw that he can't stand.

“you're suffocating me,” he says again, his voice dripping with disdain. “i can't breathe when you're around. you're always there, always in my space, always wanting more from me. i need space, i need time alone. can't you see that?”

you feel your heart breaking as his words sink in. is that how he really sees you? as a burden, a nuisance, someone who can't give him what he needs?

”i don't understand,” you say, your voice trembling with emotion. ”i'm only trying to be there for you, to show you how much i care. why can't you see that? why can't you appreciate what i'm trying to do?”

taerae's face darkens as he steps closer to you, his eyes blazing with fury. ”because you're smothering me,” he says, his voice low and menacing. ”you're suffocating me with your neediness, your constant demands for my attention. can't you see that you're driving me away?”

you feel a lump form in your throat as you realize that he's serious, that he really does feel this way about you. all the love and affection you've poured into this relationship, all the sacrifices you've made, and it's still not enough. you're still not enough.

”i don't know what to do,” you whisper, tears streaming down your face. ”i love you so much, but if this is how you feel, then maybe we should just... end things.”

taerae's face softens as he reaches out to touch your cheek, his fingers gentle against your skin. ”no,” he says, his voice low and soothing. ”i don't want to end things. i just... i need some space, some time to breathe. can you give me that? can you understand that i need some time to myself?"

you nod, your heart heavy with the weight of his words. you don't want to lose him, but you also don't want to be a burden. you want to be the kind of partner he needs, but you don't know how to be anything else.

”i’ll try," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. ”i’ll try to give you space, to let you have some time for yourself. but please... please don't give up on us. please don't leave me.”

your boyfriend’s arms wrap around you, his embrace warm and reassuring. “i won't leave you,” he whispers, his lips pressed against your hair. “i love you too much to let you go. we'll work through this, together. i promise.”

and as he holds you close, you feel a glimmer of hope in your heart. maybe things can work out between you after all, maybe there's a way to bridge the gap between your needs and his.

리키 ricky.

amidst the flickering candlelight, the atmosphere teeters on the edge of tumultuous uncertainty. the restaurant's ambiance, once a romantic haven, now feels heavy with the weight of accusation and doubt. you and ricky sit across from each other, the tension palpable, like a tightly coiled spring.

your eyes narrow as you watch your boyfriend engage in conversation with the waitress. her laughter dances through the air, a melody that sends ripples of unease cascading through your heart. you can't help but notice the way ricky's eyes linger on her, his smile widening in her presence. the seed of jealousy takes root within you, its tendrils twisting and knotting, threatening to strangle the love you once held so dear.

“i can't believe you're flirting with her,” you say, your voice laced with accusation, your words cutting through the charged silence. “am i not enough for you? do you find her more interesting?”

ricky's eyes widen in disbelief, his voice rising to match your own. “how dare you accuse me of such things?” he exclaims, his words dripping with indignation. “i'm simply being polite, engaging in casual conversation. is that a crime?”

your heart pounds in your chest, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions swirling within. “it's more than just casual conversation,” you retort, your voice quivering with hurt. “i see the way you look at her, the way you make her laugh. It's like I don't even exist.”

ricky’s face flushes with anger, his voice now tinged with frustration. “you're being paranoid,” he snaps, his words sharp as shards of glass. “i can't believe you would think so little of me. you should trust me.”

trust. the word hangs in the air like a bitter reminder of the cracks forming in your once-solid foundation. your eyes well up with tears, a mixture of anger, sadness, and confusion. how did you reach this point, where doubt has become the unwelcome intruder in your love story?

“i want to trust you,” you say, your voice choked with emotion. “but right now, all i feel is this gnawing uncertainty, this fear that i’m not enough.”

ricky's eyes soften, a flicker of realization crossing his face. he reaches out, his hand trembling as it hovers in the space between you, wanting to bridge the growing divide. “i never meant to make you feel that way,” he says, his voice now gentle, his eyes pleading for understanding. “you’re more than enough for me.“

the room seems to sigh with the weight of those words, as if a storm has finally been unleashed, cleansing the air of its stifling tension. your heart aches, torn between the desire to believe and the fear of being hurt.

“i need you to show me,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “i need you to prove that my fears are unfounded, that our love is stronger than any temptation.”

your boyfriend’s expression softens, his hand finding its way into yours. “i will show you,” he promises, his voice filled with a newfound determination. “i will prove to you that you are the one who holds my heart, that no one else can compare.”

김 gyuvin.

you stand before gyuvin, your eyes filled with a mix of frustration and hurt, longing to be heard, to have your feelings acknowledged.

“you care more about your games than you do about me,” you say, your voice trembling with an undercurrent of pain. “it feels like I'm competing for your attention, constantly playing second fiddle to a virtual world.”

gyuvin's eyes narrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans back, as if your words are nothing more than a joke to him. “oh, come on,” he retorts, his voice soaked with condescension. “you're making a big deal out of nothing. it's just a game. don't be so dramatic.”

his words strike you like a dagger, each syllable carving deeper into your heart. how could he belittle your emotions, dismiss your concerns so callously? tears blurry your vision, but you refuse to let them fall, determined to stand your ground.

“it’s not just a game to me," you reply, your voice trembling but defiant. “it's about the time and attention you invest in something, while leaving me feeling neglected and unimportant.”

your boyfriend rolls his eyes, his dismissive gesture cutting through you like a gust of icy wind. “you're overreacting,” he scoffs. “it's not like i ignore you completely. can't you see how ridiculous you're being?”

you feel the walls closing in, the room growing smaller with each passing second. the pain within you intensifies, a symphony of emotions crescendoing in your chest.

“i’m not being ridiculous,” you say, your voice shaking with a mixture of hurt and anger. “i deserve to be with someone who sees me, who values my presence, not someone who mocks my feelings and belittles them.”

gyuvin's expression wavers, a flicker of realization crossing his face. for a moment, silence hangs heavy between you, the weight of unspoken truths swirling in the air. the room feels heavy, as if the gravity of your words has anchored you both to the ground.

“i didn't mean to make you feel that way,” gyuvin finally admits, his voice softer, the arrogance in his eyes replaced by a hint of remorse. “i guess i got carried away. i didn't realize how much it was affecting you.”

your heart softens, the storm within beginning to subside, revealing a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. slowly, you take a step forward, your voice filled with vulnerability and yearning.

“all i want is to feel seen, to know that my feelings matter to you,” you say, your voice a gentle plea. “can we find a way to balance your passion for games with the love and attention i need?”

his gaze softens as he nods, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. as you reach out to touch his hand, a newfound understanding blooms between you.

박 gunwook.

the room feels like a battleground, the air charged with the electricity of an impending clash. gunwook stands before you, his eyes ablaze with frustration, as you struggle to find the right words to convey the storm brewing within your heart.

“can't you see?” you exclaim, your voice quivering with a mixture of anger and hurt. “i need my private space, my personal sanctuary. it feels like you're invading every part of me.”

gunwook’s jaw clenches, his voice rising in response. “i'm just trying to be close to you,” he retorts, his tone filled with equal parts defiance and exasperation. “i thought love meant being open and sharing everything.”

a wave of frustration crashes over you, like a torrential downpour threatening to drown your very soul. you take a step closer, your eyes locking with gunwook's, searching for a glimmer of understanding amidst the tumultuous sea of emotions.

“but love also means respecting boundaries,” you say, your voice laced with a mix of determination and pain. “it means understanding that we are two separate beings, that we need our private spaces.”

his eyes flash with resistance, brows furrowing in stubborn defiance. “i just want to be a part of your world,” he replies, his voice tinged with desperation. “i want to know everything about you, to be there for you in every moment.”

you take a deep breath, your chest rising and falling like the crashing waves against jagged cliffs. you want to make gunwook understand, to bridge the gap between your hearts, but the words feel like thorns on your tongue.

“it's not like i keep anything away from you,” you say, your voice softening, tears threatening to spill over. “it's about having the freedom to nurture our own passions, our own dreams, and to come together as stronger individuals, supporting each other.”

gunwook's gaze falters, the hard edges of his defiance slowly eroding. the room becomes an echo chamber of silence, as the weight of your words hangs heavy in the air. time seems to stand still, as you both stand at the precipice of a choice that could alter the course of your relationship.

“i didn't realize,” gunwook finally admits, his voice breaking with vulnerability. “i never meant to invade your private space. i just... i love you so much that I wanted to be a part of every aspect of your life.”

your heart aches, caught between the fierce love you hold for gunwook and the need to protect your own sense of self. slowly, you reach out, your fingertips grazing against his trembling hand, as you seek to bridge the divide between you.

“i love you too,” you whisper, your voice filled with a delicate tenderness. "we’ll get through this. together. you just need to respect, that sometimes i need my own space.”

gunwook's shoulders relax, a flicker of understanding finally shimmering in his eyes.

한 yujin.

the room is filled with the sound of crashing waves, the tempestuous storm of your argument raging on and on, with no end in sight. you and yujin stand on opposite sides, your words sharp and cutting, your voices raised in anger and frustration. the real reason for the argument has been lost in the tumult, the source of your anger and pain now nothing more than a distant memory.

“you just don't get it!” yujin shouts, his eyes blazing with anger. “you never listen, you never understand, and i'm sick of it!”

“i don't get it?” you reply, your own voice rising in response. “you're the one who's not making any sense! we're arguing about nothing, and yet you still find a way to blame me!”

the heavy weight of air presses down on you, suffocating you. you both know that the words you're exchanging are born from a deeper pain, a wound that refuses to heal. but in the heat of the moment, all that matters is the anger, the frustration, the hurt that boils within.

“why can't you just see my side for once?” yujin shouts, his hands clenched into fists. “why do you always have to be so damn stubborn?”

“why can't you just let it go?” you reply, your own hands shaking with anger. “why do you always have to make everything so difficult?”

the words feel like barbs, cutting deep into your heart, each one a reminder of the pain that simmers just beneath the surface. you both know that this argument isn't about the trivialities that you're fighting over, but about something much deeper, something that you've both been trying to ignore for far too long.

and yet, even as you hurl insults and accusations at each other, a small part of you wonders if this is it. the end of the road, the point of no return. you wonder if the love that once bound you together has finally reached its breaking point, shattered by the weight of your pain and anger.

but then, just as suddenly as it began, the storm subsides. you both stand there, panting, your breaths coming in ragged gasps, as you realize that the real reason for your argument has been lost in the chaos. you both feel the weight of regret settling upon your shoulders, the ache of loss and pain washing over you like a tidal wave.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice hoarse with emotion. “i didn't mean any of those things.”

“i’m sorry too," yujin replies, his voice softening. “i just... i don't know how to make things right.”

you both stand there, the silence stretching on for an eternity, as you both realize that the love you share is worth fighting for. even when the winds of anger and pain threaten to tear you apart, you both know that there's a love that still binds you together, a love that refuses to die.

and as you reach out to take yujin's hand, you both know that the road ahead will be long and difficult, but that you're ready to face it together, hand in hand, united by a love that will never falter.

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Encanto live reaction:

- Grandma was introduced and I can see how it sucks for Maribel for sure but like so far the grandma is really fucking nice lmao why does some part of tiktok hate her??????

- they be constructing houses and shit around town and Maribel still sleeps in the nursery room with babies??? Jail to the family sjfjfjjfjf

- just started the movie but i already am under the belief that the casita is abuelo. It has too much personality and interaction to just be a magic house. That’s a whole person.

- I WANNA BE ANTONIO THE FUCK DJFJJFJFJD Literally fuck all the other gifts omg i want to talk to animals AND I want that room😭😭

- miracle was a beautiful song why isn’t it played as much as others i’ve seen

-Mirabel bby how the fuck did u cut ur whole ass palm from just???? Holding something???? Sjdjdjdj she held it perfectly fine for 5 seconds and without moving it she cut HER WHOLE PALM?????????

- also is that her uncle bruno or the house (abuelo) talking to her???

- my hair is like mirabel rn and i needed to see this bc my curls got cut that short against my will lmao i was going for a long Brave type of hair and my hairdresser said “SHORT HAIR”😭😭 seeinf mirabel is boosting my confidence though

- NOW WHY DID THE HOUSE DO THAT WHY THEY MAKING MY GIRL SEEM CRAZY

- why is Isa being a bitch shdhdhdh abuela is not the villain, Isa is shdjjddjdj. Like the way Isa looksd at her?????? Ur sister going through it ma’am

- Antonio is still my fave pls im sorry he is so cUTE

- how does Dolores hear Luisa’s eye twitching and not abuela’s speech?????

- give Luisa a hug and MAYBEEE some weed. She deserves it.

- Maribel is so brave bc u would have asked Antonio to get some birds to fly me

-Bruno’s room is just???? There???? No one attempted before to look for him there????

- “he saw then it happened” yes bc he saw the future???? You all know this??????? Like ???????

- nah bc shdjjdjdjd WHY ARE PEOPLE MAD BRUNO KNOWS THE FUTURE??? HOW IS IT HIS FAULT??? LIKE COMMON SENSE ALONE???

-…. Also Dolores lowkey has the best voice. And she JUST said out loud she constantly hears him mumbling and no one??? Questioned it??? Like he’s clearly still around lmao

- what’s the age difference between Mirabel and the other girls?? Isa and Dolores remember him and talked to him, but Mirabel seems to have never met him

- not the miercoles SJDJDJDJ

- also Doroles is the cutest her face pls i love her i am in love with Dolores and her little meek😭😭

- THE RACOON ARE SNITCHES

-between the walls like Dolores said??? She just said out loud she very clearly hears him

- when bruno fell i laughed so hard pls sjdjdjdj

- NOT BRUNO BEING AN ACTOR SHDJFJD HE IS ME

- NOT BRUNO WRITING AN INCEST NOVELA??? SIR???

- Bruno deserves better for real oh my fucking god im gonna CRY???

- oh omg Bruno was part of the family until not THAT long ago like years but not decades

- I LOVE ANTONIO?????

- ISA IS THE VILLAIN IDC U ARE BEING FORCED TO MARRY THATS NOT MIRABEL’S FAULT??? WHY DOES TIKTOK HATE ON ABUELA WHEN THE RUDE ONE IS ISABELA

- the song says by the mile and subtitles are kilometro???? Thats a lie a mile is not a km is like 4 no???

- FINEEEE i like Isa now sjdjjddjjd im a sellout im easy she got me

- YOU TELL HER MARIBEL. Im not gonna talk about generational trauma because like not the post not the time, but i still dont see abuela as a villain??? But she def deserves to be told off

- it just dawned on me that the 3 kids are like the greek chorus LMAOO

- did abuela see her husband get killed??????? Like stabbed/slashed??????????

- still think the casita is abuelo

- I think the apology and explanation abuela gave Maribel was 1000% acceptable, just wish Bruno had gotten one too :(

- kinda wish they didn’t get their powers back tbh

- camilo looks younger than Maribel but is very much older lol

- i loveeee the Bruno reunion with the sister, genuinely wish we had gotten more bruno and see the family welcoming him back and apologizing more, thats the one thing i wish we had seen more

- actually no: wish we had seem more 1) Bruno and his family loving him 2) the 3 sisters interacting all simultaneously. We literally never saw Luisa and Isa even talk. 3) Dolores!!! She’s so funny and cute AND she always knew Bruno was around. No one reacted even tho she even said it at the beginning. 4) Bruno and Dolores I guess talking about her hearing him. 5) more grandma and Bruno :(( and the sisters and Bruno :((

ANYWAYS loved the movie!!!!! It was great!!!!!!!!!

#encanto

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girlyteengirl16 · 5 months

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who up feeling unloveable rn

#mentally unstable #trauma #i wanna kms #tw depressing stuff #mental abuse #i want to be okay #unlovable #i feel so unloveable #i love life #haha #pls laugh before i kms #this account is a cry for help pls help me

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skzshortcake · 3 years

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Chan + 16 pls 🥺

member: chan

genre: fluff

prompt: #16 kissing knuckles

warnings: none!

for @km-98 and @fairvtale

requests for mtls, reactions, and from the new prompt list are open!

chan was a dorky boyfriend. he always showed his love in the cheesiest way possible. he loved to take you out on romantic dates and kiss you under pretty lighting and make you feel like you really were an angel. and to him, you were.

“hey, angel, can you pass me the salt?” he asked, currently sitting with you at the restaurant at the top of the eiffel tower. he and the boys were on a tour, and he absolutely insisted on taking you to eat at a fancy restaurant for your three year anniversary.

of course, you had known him for much longer than that. you had been best friends for just about as long as you can remember. both of your parents insisted that chan would ask you out someday, and little 10-year-old you liked to cringe and stick your tongue out at him saying “in your dreams, dummy!”

if only younger you could see you now, enjoying a very expensive dinner with chan at the eiffel tower on your three year anniversary. he looked rather dashing. he had paid extra attention to what he should wear, and he looked as princely as ever in his black suit.

you passed him the salt. “I can’t believe it’s been three years. it feels like it’s gone by so fast.”

he reached out to hold your hand across the table. little did you know that he had flowers and a present waiting for you in the sleek black porsche he paid to drive you both back to the hotel.

“time flies when you’re having fun!” he gives you a dorky giggle, and as per usual, you fell in love with him more.

“thank you. for everything. for this, for inviting me to come on the trip with you, for asking me out, for taking care of me, for protecting me, for putting up with me when we were little. oh, and thank you for kicking aiden in the shin when he made fun of my hair in first grade. I appreciate you so much, channie. I don’t even know how to express my thankfulness.” you gazed into his eyes, and he kissed your knuckles, not breaking eye contact from across the circular table.

“you’re always welcome, angel.”

“no, chan, I seriously can’t explain how much you mean to me.”

“and I, with you.” there he was, wiggling his eyebrows at you like the dork he was. he nodded at the waitress to bring the check.

so you told him “you’re such a dork.”

“i’m your dork.” he giggled, his eyes forming crescents because he was smiling. oh, how you wanted to kiss his cheeks...

“yes, you’re my dork. and i’m you’re angel!” you correct.

the waitress sets down the check and chan puts his credit card in the book, not even checking the price.

you try to stop him. “stop it, chan, you’ve already done so much at least let me pay...”

he shakes his head with a smug grin, holding your wrist back like a child as the waitress accepted the book. and there was ten-year-old chan again. you encountered him many times, and every time you did it reminded you of when you were little, messing around with him and being kids.

you two talked and waited for his card back, you insisting you’ll make it up to him, and him denying it and saying you deserved nice things.

once you two were ready to go, chan stood up before you, helping you pull your chair out and offering you his arm, which effectively made all of the old and rich french couples coo at you.

chan walked you out of the restaurant and talked with you in the elevator.

“theres one more surprise.” he said in reference to the car ride.

“chan, I swear.”

“I promise that’s it for tonight! I promise.”

“it better be, otherwise i’m personally cooking you nice meals every time you eat.” you protest.

“this is the last surprise, I promise.” he repeated. he can’t hold back his smile, and he looks even funnier as he tried.

he lead you out of the elevator and down the stairs onto the street. it was a particularly cold night, no rain, but still cold. so of course, channie being the gentleman he is forcefully pulled the coat of his suit over your shoulders.

he walked with you arm-in-arm to the car around the corner. and pretended to not notice your flabbergasted expression at the luxurious looking car he hired to take you both to the hotel. he opened the door for you and helped you in before sitting next to you on the other side.

“so, I promise this is all I have left for tonight.” he reaches into the passenger seat where he left a bouquet of 12 roses and a present.

he handed the roses to you. “for my love.” he kissed your knuckles, only letting go of your hand to let you hold the bouquet.

you looked at him with a surprised smile. “you’re crazy!” you say.

“that’s what the members say too...” he nervously laughed, strapping in the seatbelt as you did the same. “oh, and here.” he handed you the present and gestured for you to open it.

in the box was a beautiful necklace, it looked like it costed more than your rent for a year. with diamonds in oval shapes, it was so extravagant you felt like you’d have to have security guards around you when you’d wear it.

“chan, I really don’t know what to say.”

“it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.” he looked so proud of himself, genuinely proud that he could make you so happy.

he helped you put it on, smiles not leaving either of your faces.

“thank you. so much.”

“you’ve already thanked me, it’s alright, baby.” he reached out to hold your hand. and as you looked back into his eyes you knew he was the boy you loved with your whole heart, now more than ever.

“I really can’t believe you spoiled me so much tonight.”

“you deserve it though! you’re my special baby and you deserve to be spoiled every day.” he swung your arms back and forth again, a remnant of his ten-year-old self.

“I need to set aside a day to spoil you then.” you argue, letting him swing your hands like a child.

“no, I won’t let you.”

“fine, then i’m recruiting your group to help me.” you argue with him like you did when you were younger, memories flooding back again.

he let out a shaky sigh, but he was unable to break his smile. chan started to get bashful, looking away from you with a blush on his face.

when you finally got back to your hotel room (chan asked specifically to share a room with you), you were greeted by seven rowdy boys in their pajamas.

“we wanted to wait for you. it was jeongin’s idea!” jisung snitched on the youngest.

“no, if I remember correctly it was you and hyunjin that begged us all to come and see them before we slept.” jeongin protested.

“can’t we just agree that it was all of us? jisung, don’t act like you didn’t want to see them.” minho piped up, effectively making them all quiet down.

you broke the silence with a small giggle. “thank you for coming to see us.” you say, trying not to laugh more because of how dressed up you and chan were compared to the rest of the boys. felix even had a large stuffed animal with him, which was a large contrast to the bouquet of roses you held.

the raucous started again, which was typical for the group. chan leaned into you as they all started talking again.

“happy anniversary, my love.”

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dunnieko · 3 years

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One of our dates

just random self ship writing of me and akechi doing a dumb thing after one of our dates (pls don't do it it's rlly dangerous i tried once :')

"Oh this is getting me excited! When you said if I wanted to go on a crazy date this is the least thing I had in mind!"

It was late at night after me and Akechi just left the amusement park after playing bumper cars, it was Saturday and we took the day out to hang out and enjoy ourselves.

And here we were, adjusting ourselves on top of my red bike about to go downhill, just for the feeling of adrenaline.

"Hmm, seeing how high we are from here, going down a slope of a planted area, I estimate we could reach a speed of 90 km/h, in the worst-case scenario, we could break a leg or die or-"

"Akechi."

"Hm?"

I finished the rest of cola in one sip and threw it out on the grass, before releasing my hair from a ponytail and letting the cool wind blow both of our silky locks.

"We cannot live without dying a little." I said as I grabbed the handles of my bike tight and pedaling forward.

"Hold on tight!"

Akechi flinched and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"What do you mean by tha- OHHH MY GOD WE ARE GOING SO FAST WHAT IS THIIIS WAAAHAHA-"

Our thunderous screams and laughs teared the sky apart and the feeling of our hearts sparking like fireworks flooding our soul, we could say that even the stars stopped to look at us as we went down the road to our death.

Don't worry we landed safe and sound :3👍

#self shipping #self ship #akechi touma #romantic f/o #cherry self ship #self ship fic #f/o x s/i #f/o #self shipping community #the dorky and the nerd #Juria writes stuff🍒

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accessfuckingdenied · 5 years

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Hello Lyu-chan~ 💖💖 I'd like to ask for C, D, L, R (a version with being pregnant pls lol 😂) S, Z, F for Bernard 😊💗😂 Have fun~ 🌸💗

Hello there, sweetie ❤

C: Cuddles - are they a good hugger? Or do they like hugs?

- He is not a person who likes to be touched, but he will not reject a hug from you of course. He likes to interact with you in any kinds of ways, and this is how he is showing love. He lets nobody touching him, but you are an exception.

D: Defending - will they defend you when you are in trouble?

- Gurl, I mean, he will legit pull out a gun out of nowhere and aim it at the shits who try to harass you. He can easily kill them and dispose of the bodies in no time, so you should always feel protected when with him. He can also work with knives and is pretty harsh when in battle. He is so skilled that he can fight without staining his skin or outfit.

L: Lullaby - Will they sing to you before sleep?

- Heh, he can sing of course, but will do it only when you desire to. He hates the loud noises and knows really well how annoying is someone to talk to you when you are not in the mood, so he will do it only when you ask him to. His soothing deep as fucc voice will send you to dreamland after the first sentence. He will also whisper in your ear a sweet 'goodnight' with even a deeper voice and leave you to sleep in peace, smiling at you.

R: Reaction - How will they react if you are pregnant?

- He will spit his drink and bash the desk, screaming 'I AM GOING TO BE A PARENTAL FIGURE, FINALLY! ANOTHER ONE FABULOUS AND INTELLIGENT CREATURE! A SUCCESSOR FOR MY AGENCY!'. Yes, he will say it, and then hug you and spin you in the air, laughing like a maniac. He will want to reveal the gender immediately, but before that, he will make sure to surprise his close people and take care of you and spend some time with you. Just imagine him laying next to you, talking to your belly and clapping like crazy from excitement. He will narrate his whole origin, leaving you in laughter.

S: Scent - What is their scent? Do they like yours?

- He smells like these heavy ass colognes, which smell is just giving you a huge slap on the nose, leaving you bewitched. I mean, all his colognes have pheromones. But he will enjoy your sweet perfume scent, when he slowly goes up and down your shoulders with his index finger. Your scent will also be like a huge slap on his nose, he will feel it from 5 km.

Z: Zzz - Are they a heavy sleeper? How do they sleep? Do they like to wake you up?

- He is the lightest sleeper you will ever meet. Even a door opening will wake him up from his peaceful sleep. He sleeps in only one position, like, he is a fuccin thraumaturge. If he lays and takes a certain pose, he doesn't move, he wakes up in the same pose. He hates to wake you up, because he hates to ruin your sleep and your cute look when you sleep. But if its mandatory, he will do it, but he will only push you once or twice.

F: Fur/feathers - What kind of animals will they give you? Or do they like animals?

- He is allergic to fur, but feathers will not bother you. If he learns that you like birds, he will give you a sweet cockatoo and probably will learn it a few tricks to entertain you. He likes animals, but stays away from furs. Birds were always exotic to him, so he likes them and wants to have ones.

Hope you liked it.

Thanks for the ask! Feel free to ask me again. Stay healthy ❤

#inazuma eleven #inazuma eleven orion #bernard girikanan #ie #inazuma eleven headcanons #ie headcanons #my opinion #ie orion

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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HELLOO I’M ALIVE IN CASE ANYONE WAS WONDERING!!! 🥲

I’m so sorry I was sooooo busy these days and also very sad.

I told you about the earthquake, after that one we had 12 more. Oh my God. That never happened before. One woke us up at 6:27 am it was so strong.

But the first one was the worst… The reason why I was sad is that one girl died because of that first earthquake. Just her, and it wasn’t any girl for me. She lived in the town where my grandma lives, it’s really small town so everyone knows everyone. This girl used to go to school with my cousin when they were younger so that’s how I know her. She was so nice, kind, always smiling, always helping everybody. I remember when she came to my grandma to help her, massage her legs because she has really weak knees/legs and we laughed a lot that time.

When I heard someone say her name that night I couldn’t believe that it was true. We didn’t know immediately, we were waiting for the news. My whole family was waiting for my aunt who’s a doctor to tell us the good news. Unfortunately that never came. She died, I don’t know exactly what happened but I heard a huge rock fell on her legs and she lost a lot of blood… I don’t know. I’m sorry I’m talking about this. She was 27 years old and everyone who knew her only say good things about her. I still can’t believe it, I’m still in denial, in shock.

Why do bad things always happen to the best, kindest, sweetest people…?

Anyways.. I’m sorry again for talking about this but I’m soo so sad.

How have you been Miss Baekyy? Anything new in your life? Haha

I got A LOOOT OF notifs from you but I couldn’t read anything because I was so busy these days, I had a lot of homework to do, my brain is not working anymore. This homework took forever to do, I’ve been staring at my laptop and phone for so long I’m blind now and on top of that I’m sick and I’m on my period. Imagine that combo… I’m E X H A U S T E D. And tomorrow I have classes and dance classes I’ll kms. I’m writing this at 2:20 am I should go to sleep.

Just wanna say I’m aliveee, I’m backkk and I hope you missed meee 😂 I missed youu♥️♥️♥️

Ah yes almost forgot, my cat Gojo is… a.. normal cat hahah he is gray and white, my sister really wanted to name him after Jujutsku Kaisen character, Gojo. Hahha

I’m gonna sleep now, I need to rest a looot. I read every ask btw haha I had to catch up on everything, I can’t miss a single one😀

GOOD NIGHT, it’s probably day where you live but still..

Have a great day!!! LOVE YOU ♥️

-🥀

HELLO!

HELLOO I’M ALIVE IN CASE ANYONE WAS WONDERING!!! 🥲

HELLO HI DBWNBDD HOPE U WERE ALRIGHT AFTER THE EARTHQUAKES!!!

I’m so sorry I was sooooo busy these days and also very sad. I told you about the earthquake, after that one we had 12 more. Oh my God. That never happened before. One woke us up at 6:27 am it was so strong.

12????? 12?!? MORE???? oh my god,,, that’s absolutely mf insane omg i hope u and ur family and others + gojo are alright !!!!!

oh my god im so so sorry that it happened oh my god 😭😭😭😭😭 that’s truly so sweet of her NOOOOO i hope her family is doing better after the news pls that’s devastating oh my god 😭😭

oh my good that is extremely devastating omgosh that’s truly terrible the way she passed,,, omg i hope truly she has an easy passing after the horrible way she passed 😭😭😭

Why do bad things always happen to the best, kindest, sweetest people…? Anyways.. I’m sorry again for talking about this but I’m soo so sad.

ive heard this saying quite often, the nicest people get called first bc perhaps god or whatever higher being there is wants them to be with them,,, to enjoy life with them where they can get much more than what their life here offered them !!!! no no that’s alright, you can talk about it i’m sure u must be in shock and haven’t had probably the words to talk to form or something, you can always send an ask and if u want me to answer them publicly i can do that, otherwise i can read them without posting but u best believe i did read them !!!

How have you been Miss Baekyy? Anything new in your life? Haha I got A LOOOT OF notifs from you but I couldn’t read anything because I was so busy these days, I had a lot of homework to do, my brain is not working anymore. This homework took forever to do, I’ve been staring at my laptop and phone for so long I’m blind now and on top of that I’m sick and I’m on my period. Imagine that combo… I’m E X H A U S T E D. And tomorrow I have classes and dance classes I’ll kms. I’m writing this at 2:20 am I should go to sleep. Just wanna say I’m aliveee, I’m backkk and I hope you missed meee 😂 I missed youu♥️♥️♥️

im doing great best friend!! i truly had a few of the best days ever since i started uni <3 thank you for asking i hope you’re doing better as well!! AAA NO FBNWBDEK im always afraid too many notifs will clog ppl’s dashes up 😭😭😭 OH NAURRR THE COMBO U GOT THE ENTIRE MEAL COMBO PLUS DRINK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 omg i hope u do great tomorrow as well!!! 2:30 HEY 🔫🔫

Ah yes almost forgot, my cat Gojo is… a.. normal cat hahah he is gray and white, my sister really wanted to name him after Jujutsku Kaisen character, Gojo. Hahha

gojo sounds like the sweetest distant cat ever omg 😭😭😭 THATS SO CUTE GOJO 😭😭😭😭🤚🏼🤚🏼 grey and white 😭😭😭😭

I’m gonna sleep now, I need to rest a looot. I read every ask btw haha I had to catch up on everything, I can’t miss a single one😀 GOOD NIGHT, it’s probably day where you live but still.. Have a great day!!! LOVE YOU ♥️

PLS DO!!! i hope u have a good sleep and you feel much better tomorrow!!!! <333 GOODNIGHT !!!!

#✉️ : ask #🥀 anon

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exquisitelysen · 2 years

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i hope they know that im trying pls pls pls don't get mad at me pls im sorry for being like this. i just couldn't function very well. im slowly giving up on myself i don't know all i could feel is just disappointment i want some help but then what? i'll just ended up feeling this way again. i will go back sabotaging myself. it's useless. im the problem and im sick of it too. words are not enough. words are not enough. i want to feel okay but i also feel scared of being okay, what should i feel then? this is so messy what's wrong with me why am i like this why am i doing this to myself why is this happening why is everything so hard to do am i just really weak or am i not meant for anything good? what? pls life tell me. bc i hate it. i shouldn't be feeling this way. you see some people had it worse. i'm overreacting pls stop this drama. you're just laughing with everyone a while ago how dare you say you feel too much emotions? what would they think if they see you being like this when alone? i'll look unbelievable. im sick of everything but i don't have enough balls to kms. im still scared to die. but rn i just want to give up and wait for myself to reach the end of my life. this is so sad. i used to have a little hope inside of me that maybe there will be room for changes someday but.. im afraid i'm being the opposite. i can feel myself literally giving up and i don't know what to feel and do about it. im sorry mom im scared of the future i really hope i can give you the life that you've always wanted and deserves but im afraid i can't give you that... i would rather die than facing you with so much failure. i know it will hurt you but i don't know anymore. before i came to that point i hope you're stable and happy.. the fuck is this farewell note? chuchay.. if there's someone who deserves to be gone between us it should be me. you deserves so much better please don't leave this earth. don't die before me please i am begging you. i feel helpless of myself i can't see anymore chances.. but i hope everyone will feel happy and live a long life. everyone. i hope my family will let me be in peace and i hope my father will finally realized his wrongs. pls... i can't stop shaking.. this hurts.. im afraid im gonna do this one day.. im not gonna do it now but idk

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filmnoirsbian · 6 years

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Ok so i get the appeal of no platforming and there are definitely some blogs on here that i will always rmr as shitshows and i wont touch their posts but like.......pls stop sending me messages like how the op of that dumb meme i just reblogged hates aspecs and is a furry or whatever like!!!!! I dont have TIME to do a background check on every url to make sure they come up clean before i reblog their fucking "tag yourself as blurry cryptids" post ok!!! I dont!!! There are a lot of annoying people who have made a lot of shitty posts and then changed their urls like 11000 times since and i have a maximum of 4 hours a day to give to this horrid site like spoon feeding sacrifices to some low level corn demon who tells me to kms when it gets hungry but it has anxiety so thats ok. I cant be wasting my precious energy levels on making a spreadsheet to keep track of every url change some middle aged homophobe makes on tungle dot com! Like, short of op being a nazi or smth i just!!! Dont care!!! I dont care if they like traingirl anime porn i dont care if they ship reylo i dont care!! I liked their post bc i was braindead after a 14 hr work day and the word "smork" made me laugh!! Doesnt mean im gonna vote for them in the election!!!

#tcp #yall r exhausting

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msilet · 6 years

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I showed my mom Kingsman: TSS and Kingsman: TGC and here are some highlights:

- She totally judged me for being thirsty af at the beginning BUT MOOOOOMMM...

- I think at the end of TGC she stans Harry. Also lowkey ships Merlahad probably because of me. She calls Merlin and Harry Eggsy’s teachers/masters (mostly because the Vietnamese subtitle for TSS made it that way).

- “I don’t like violence and blood, please don’t show me those movies”, proceeded to enjoy the hell out of both KM.

- When Harry was shot: “...wait...did he just die for real? How is the movie going to continue?”

- She really really enjoyed all the bar fights hahaha.

- Did not act like TSS was much but totally suggested that we should watch TGC instead of Chicago.

- Actually loves TGC but thinks the Glasto and Italy bits are way too long. “Tbh I just enjoy watching the Kingsman people interacting with each other.”

- Me: recite Merlin’s speech about shedding a tear in private. Mom “holy cow you know this shit by heart” yes mom I am a fangirl.

- “Merlin should not drink so much he’d get drunk!”. Later on “Poor guy is drunk” :(

- “Awww Merlin is concerned about Harry’s well-being, bless him” about the water test.

- “Why are people so mean to Harry?”

- She really likes Eggsy/Tilde and she thinks Tilde cute.

- When Eggsy did not want to sleep with Clara “Oh come on mission comes first.” I think my mom is lowkey Merlin.

- Thinks Taron’s acting when Harry regains his memories good.

- She loves all the dogs in both movies I am glad they are in the movies or she would have adopted them all.

- Half way through the movie she laughed at me for pimping up Elton’s role, saying “wow he isn’t in the movie much, it’s so easy even I can do it.”

- Got upset when Harry shot Whiskey and then Eggsy yelled at him. “Why did he do that now Eggsy is all mad at him” :( however she trusted Harry’s judgement completely so she wasn’t shocked when Whiskey showed up to stop Harry and Eggsy.

- Got extremely quiet during the Country Road part and then a very quiet “oh no” when the mine blew up. I think it broke her heart.

- Enjoyed watching Harry fucking people up again. Gleeful almost.

- “Holy shit” when Elton beat up the 3 guards, then laughed happily.

- “Stop hurting Eggsy” to Charlie I think my mom lowkey adopted Eggsy.

- “Oh myyy” then giggled during the backstage pass scene. Mom pls. Who laughed at me before?

- “Oh yes master and student tag team, Harry, shows Eggsy how it’s done” during the fight with Whiskey.

- Remember what I wrote above that she said she did not enjoy blood and violence? She was so pleased that Whiskey became burger meat lol.

#kingsman #my mom watches both kingsman movies #harry hart newest fangirl #and lowkey merlahad shipper

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nahmooste · 7 years

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i don’t believe in magic, usually (pt. 2)

pairing: Kenny Omega/Female OC warnings: smutty as fuck! nsfw. very nsfw. the occasional cuss... but mostly sex. ok let’s be real it’s only smut. a/n: can’t believe i banged out (haha, puns (kms)) another one, like literally i wrote down the basics yesterday and was like ‘hey, i should do this’ and did it. trust me, sex is great. send me prompts pls! inspiration is lacking for more fics. tags: @wrestlingismyfavourite @devittsbalor @fireangel1978 @laziestgirlintheworld , let me know if you want to be tagged :)

Part 1

Afterwards, Teri assures Kenny that she’s 100% in control of her own choices, and that she knows exactly what she’s doing. He doesn’t drink but he doesn’t stop her from doing so, and she respects it and him. Ringlet curls both blonde and brown, piercing blue eyes and a grin that stutters the beat of her heart… she respects him. She likes him, a little. When he laughs at her jokes and the corners of his eyes crinkle, she likes him even more.

“Anyone ever told you how damn attractive you are?” She asks him as they walk back to his apartment.

He blushes at her compliment and tells her that, yes, she’s told him more than a few times in the last two hours. He’s sure that she’s told him more than he’s ever been told in his life. “I appreciate it, really.”

Teri doesn’t kiss him until they’re alone. She’s stripped off her jacket and kicked her shoes off and then she takes his face between her hands and presses her mouth to his, surprises him for a moment, but then his hands come down onto her waist, fingers pressing into her skin. Her tongue twists with his as her hands move to either side of his neck, and she pulls back with hooded lids to stare at him.

“Bedroom?”

“Yeah.”

He grabs her hand and she follows his lead until there’s a bed in front of him. Then, handsy and fumbling, Teri turns him around and shoves him onto the bed, finds her knees straddling his waist before she’s kissing him again. Kenny’s arm circles her waist to pull her even closer and when the movement grinds her into him, he moans into her mouth.

Teri smirks as she pulls away. “You like that?”

“I mean…” his cheeks are flushed as he looks at her, eyes just as lidded as hers. “Yeah. Yeah, I like it.”

“Should I do it again?”

In response, Kenny pushes his hips into hers, and her smile is lopsided as she returns the favour. “Should I get a condom?” he asks with his lips at her neck. Teri moans at the contact and her head falls back. She fists her hands into his shirt and then her jaw drops as he bites her skin. “Teri?”

“No, no,” she whispers, “I have a thing in my arm.”

Thing is, as much as she likes the feeling of him sucking her neck… she likes watching his jaw slacken even more. She grinds onto Kenny in a steady rhythm and even clothed, it gives him the right amount of friction for his lips to part, eyebrows to crease.

Pushing him down onto the mattress, Teri shifts off him for a moment. She yanks her jumper over her head and then her shirt, and then her eyes fall to him as he stares at her. “What are you waiting for? Clothes off, handsome.”

He listens to her and pulls his shirt over his head and she’s so caught by how his shoulders and torso look in this dim light that she stops moving completely. Kenny eyes her warily, slow grin curling his lips. When she finally takes her pants off, that grin fades into the same look she’d been giving him. His eyebrow lifts as her panties come off as well. The other one lifts when she tosses her bra across the room.

Kenny doesn’t hesitate to reach for his jeans, pushing them down his body just far enough for Teri to yank them the rest of the way, and then she’s back where she started, her lips pressing to his, tongues curling. The movement of her hips sinking down onto his draws the breath from his lungs.

“Fuck…”

And then as she shifts against him, she can’t help but stare at his face and the way it shifts as she changes the way she moves. “I’m not even riding you yet,” Teri breathes against his mouth, “and you’re already breaking out your ‘o’ face.”

His laugh sounds more like a moan. “Those hips…”

“That good?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good.”

Teri reaches behind her and pulls his briefs down. His hard length springs free and hits her hand, and Teri lowers her hips onto him once more, not taking him but instead trapping it between her wet folds and his naval. The new kind of friction only makes her wetter. Her eyes are shut and she’s upright, shifting her hips back and forth at her own pace, and then Kenny’s hands move from her waist to hold her breasts, fingers rolling her nipples.

“Son of a bitch,” breathes Kenny, “your body is a fuckin’ gift.”

Her only response is to finally lift her hips and line him up, taking all of him without fault until she can’t. Their moans match in pitch and then Teri rides him with such vigour she’s short of breath, smirking down at his blissful face. He moves his hands down to her thighs and lets his fingers dig into her skin and his eyes, when they’re not closed, shift between her eyes and her chest.

“Fuuuck,” he drawls.

Teri slows her pace and all but collapses forward into him, kisses him again and grinds until he can’t take anymore.

Her gasp fills the quiet room as he flips them and then she’s on her back, staring up at him with wide eyes and hands beside her head, his keeping them there. “You wanna go?” Kenny murmurs, curls falling past his face. “Let’s go.”

He lines up and pushes into her again and bottoms out so harshly that a little cry falls from her mouth. He does it again, thrusts so hard he draws a noise from her body. Then, he continues to slam into her for the noises alone— his eyes watch her face, the way it twists in shock and pleasure, the way she has none and then has it all. His hand is at her neck, thumb pushing her chin up, and he kisses her the way he wants to, drinks the very breath from her lungs.

But then his movements settle into a steady rhythm.

She’s sweating from exertion and now, so is he.

When Kenny introduces his hand to the bundle of nerves below her naval… the moan it rips from Teri’s throat is sin. She’s writhing under him, clawing at his back, trying to ignore that stupid little grin on his stupid mouth, but then his mouth is beside her ear, whispering lowly “you can finish if you want, I won’t stop you…”

And despite her inclination to make him finish first, she doesn’t last much longer. Her orgasm builds quickly and hits her strong, leaves her crying and gasping, and her thighs shake, walls clenching. The white hot feeling of it rocks every single part of her body so unrelentlessly that she holds him still, curls her body around him and lets it fade before even her feet uncurl.

“Fuckin’ hell…” Teri finally whispers, falling back down onto the mattress as she eyes him. “If you wanted to kill me, you could have warned me at least…”

His smirk is arrogant and she kisses it right from his face. She pushes him off and he stares at her a little weird, but his face changes when she turns onto her knee and sticks her ass up to his hips.

“Are you sure you’re the one being killed?”

The pace he resumes is blinding, fingers bruising the skin of her hips, and Teri whines as he hits the top of her cervix. It doesn’t take long for Kenny’s movements to stutter and then, with a moan that has her ready to go again, she can feel him spill into her. There’s a moment where she can feel him shaking against her and then he falls onto the bed next to her when it passes.

Teri falls into the space next to him. She eyes his arms in absolute bliss and the raises her gaze to his, grinning. “So… you free next week?”

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