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#you're not really proving me wrong you're just making yourself look bad. it has to be said. im very dissapointed in you.
tardis--dreams · 1 year
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One thing you need to know about me is that I will never reblog anything that has the addition "this should be reblogged by everyone" or anything of the like.
#unless it's like#really funny and not a guilt trippy kind of bullshit#i can agree 130% with a post and then see that comment and I'm like#yeah no. go fuck yourself.#(this point has been made so many times but people don't get why it's annoying apparently. people don't dislike your stupid addition#because they secretly disagree with the post but because now it seems like some weird social obligation to rb is#rb this or you're a bad person is a clever marketing strategy but it's quite stupid because it weakens the original point#oh you're saying everyone should rb this? well now it looks like the ppl rbing actually just do it out of some feeling#of social obligation. not because they really want to but because they want to fulfill the arbitrary standards you just made up for being#a good person#and don't get me wrong most certainly are most people rb these posts still out of agreement with the original statement#but it's still annoying as fuck and also you'd think ppl would know by now that people don't generally like being told what to do#so my hypothesis is (and i won't do any research to prove or disprove it (i might be very wrong and most people don't mind obviously)) bjt#but my hypothesis is that people who originally agree with the post but have a strong desire of being free in their choices#won't actually end up rbing bc it's just not that free of a choice anymore bc you just had to make it 'obligatory' but we all know#nothing is obligatory on a stupid webbed site like this so they scroll past while people who maybe would have scrolled past now feel#like they might actually be a bad person if they don't do as it says but without actually caring about the content. which diminishes#the positivity the post originally was supposed to spread bc how do you tell ppl actually mean it now when they rb these things#anyway. am i ranting about something completely asinine phenomenon on tumblr.com? yes.#would it be better to not dedicate my time and energy into making a 'hate' post? absolutely. but that will never stop me from doing so#(also works for things like 'you guys HAVE to do xyz [for your (mental) health/etc]'. literally the best advice phrased like this#is counterproductive. post something that doesn't sound like you're judging everyone who does otherwise and maybe ppl will be more inclined#to believe whatever your point or statement is)#ok I'll stop#shut up amy
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luxraydyne · 1 year
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pop quiz what breed of childhood trauma borne neuroticism is it called when being condescended to on just the most neutral, limpid, nothing thoughts you express like you’re a little silly child, or “out of your depth”, or woefully misinformed, or just speaking on something you shouldn’t cause fuckin hell you’re doing it *wrong*, and with the most plainly obvious remark too, makes you want to chew on your own arm until you reach bone marrow
#i hate internet discourse i hate internet discourse i loathe online Big Fandom it makes me come out in hives#i'm not stupid. i'm NOT stupid. i know this. i'm not being mean and nasty and bitchy either. just saying shit wrong.#siiigh i don't want to just stop making shit and like speaking. about stuff. on the internet. but like also. why would you?#there are exceptions (who i hope would recognise themselves if not i apologise) but largely i am more miserable#and more self destructive more regularly since stepping out of anonymity and engaging with people online#except animal crossing. like everyone i've interacted with through acnh has been. really Nice tbh. which is nuts lol#the stories you hear are almost universally bad and yet everyone i've chatted with albeit briefly has been so nice#i get anxiety over whether or not some stranger i'm never gonna meet thinks i'm an imbecile or not like how stupid is that? it's ridiculous#my self esteem has somehow gone backwards???#it don't fuckin matter! proving a relative nobody wrong and keeping her in her place don't matter! i mean it's daft but what's the point#and i know i need to internalise that i KNOW but damn it's hard#i want to just say fuck it and leave. become like a fandom esque zombie or whatever. but i also want autonomy over what i've produced now#unless i just delete all that too ig#but why should i!!#i go through this cycle every month it's like having an extra self-loathing hormone#if you're super attached to something w my username on it just download it for yourself you have my blessing give urself peace of mind lol#in principle i want to ghost and all of a sudden i'm am unperceivable and none of it's my damn problem any more lmao#but then i'm too bullish and prideful and egotistical so i'm like 'bbbut my seven tumblr followers who always like my silly text posts uwu'#i'm the dw in this scenario. the sign says 'just leave you're a nuisance' and i'm looking right at it like 'he he. no <3'#even if just doing what the signs says would definitely go some way to help with not wanting to just perish. or the arm chewing thing.#i just. simply. think. i would like to know. what it is i have done specifically#i know the answer is somewhere between nonexistent and nonsensical like it's not worth thinking about#what i've done is exist in a way that is arbitrarily deemed stupid/distasteful/ugly/deviant/noisy/irriating/etc it's irrelevant#and yet. there is a burning black void of needing to know in me. anon hate get into my dms tell me why you dislike me so#nothing is scarier. is the phraseology#like a game of wackamole with every utterance. is this one gonna get bapped with the hammer of 'you are so wrong'? why? does it matter?#who knows....it is a mystery......#i matter so little! i have 50 followers! two (2) ppl read the fanfic and thought it was 'aight! i don't matter! i am such a tiny fish!#what is even the point just leave me be no one cares!#i *could* redirect this hysterical existential horror energy into my original work. i *should* do that
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chimielie · 2 months
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oh my god, they were roommates
part 2 to and they were roommates. no cws, just silliness.
you're not talking to tooru.
he's not sure how you manage it so effectively. you eat all your meals in your room while he's home, except for when you manage to sneak from there to the door while he's in the bathroom. his only clue that you've gone out is that you leave your bedroom door open when you do, really hammering home how empty his life suddenly is.
"even when we're in the same room," he sighs, resting his cheek on his fist. "it's like trying to grab a fish out of the water. i turn around or blink and poof! gone!"
"your sleeve is dipping into your drink," says his date. "and i really think you need to discuss this with your roommate. at home. alone."
tooru waves goodbye forlornly as they stand up and walks out of the restaurant, leaving behind a half-eaten ball of rice and a broken man.
"you are like a sad, sad," akaashi says, pausing to really linger on the word sad, "wet cat. please stop bringing your dates here to mope about—to them. you are forming bad associations between our business and your terrible romantic etiquette."
akaashi keiji is a mangaka now, or an editor for one, anyway; he works at onigiri miya (tokyo location) on the side because it's the only way he routinely leaves the house; tooru brings his dating drama here to brighten up what must surely be a terribly boring life.
"what would you do without me, akaashi-kun," tooru stretches his arms high with a languid sigh that makes akaashi worry that he has comprehended none of his words. "wouldn't you be so miserable if you didn't have me to bring romance and excitement to your life?"
"i have a boyfriend of several years," akaashi says, which is rude to remind tooru of while he's in such a vulnerable state. "i have plenty of excitement with him in my life."
"inconsiderate!" tooru snorts. "please break up with him to show me solidarity."
"i will not be doing that." akaashi picks up the nameless and now-vanished date's plate and takes a bite out of the leftover food.
"understandable," tooru nods, "that's very reasonable. i just don't know what to do, or how to fix it, or what i did wrong."
"you come in here every other night to whine about what you did wrong."
"do not."
"do too," akaashi sticks out his tongue at him. there's a grain of rice stuck to his lip. "you spent several months going out on dates trying to make your friend-turned roommate jealous—during which, I'll note, you basically exclusively talked about the person you were and continue to be obsessed with—then initiated... romantic physical contact, then ran away. because you have the attachment style of a stray cat."
"ah, akaashi-kun," tooru says. "are you saying i get around?"
"i am saying you are lurking outside the window and begging for attention and then biting the hand that feeds you when you get it.”
“oh.” tooru is quiet for a moment. “can i get the check?”
“it’s on the house if you’ll just go home and talk to your roommate and never come back here with another date.” akaashi says, finishing off the onigiri.
“deal.”
your room is empty, your bedroom door ajar when he comes home. mournfully, tooru sits on the bed, reminiscing over the hours he'd spent gossiping with you here.
he'll just wait for you to get back. when he used to take you dancing—with your other friends, but you'd wind your arms around his neck and he'd run light hands over your waist, your hips, and you would look at him like no one else even existed—you always wanted to leave before midnight. it's ten-forty-nine now, according to his watch, so he's sure you'll be back before long.
you get home at two-oh-four. you had never seen the point in staying out longer when going home and chatting over a bowl of cheesy noodles with tooru was so much more appealing—you didn't want to dance with anyone else anyway. now, though, you don't want to be home, and you have something to prove. to who, you're not sure, but you find yourself staying out later and later.
even though you always return home alone. you'd thought about really upping the ante, about moving on as abruptly as possible, but you couldn't. it felt like going too far in this petty revenge game. after all, you still—
you stop short, dropping your shoes on the floor. the devil is in your bed, lying on his side, knees tucked to his chest to fit his absurdly long frame. his breaths are even and deep, his face peaceful.
"oh, tooru," you sigh, and climb over him to tuck yourself against his warm side.
you blink your eyes open slowly, sleep still gleaming in the corners of your vision. there's a weight on your hip and something that smells really, really good surrounding you, nearly lulling you back to sleep.
"oh, please don't," says a voice you haven't heard in days. "my arm's circulation has been completely cut off. i may never serve again."
you jolt away from the soft source of warmth, which you realize belatedly is oikawa's chest.
"what happened?" you say, swiping at your face with the back of your hand.
he looks frustratingly perfect as always, brown hair rumpled, eyes soft like you aren't in the biggest spat of your friendship.
"i was waiting for you," he admits, leaning on his side and casting his eyes down, his lashes shadowing his high cheekbones. "because i wanted to apologize, to be clear. i must have fallen asleep, and then i woke up, and it was like—"
"yes," you cough. "i see. um."
"i'm sorry," he says. "hey, look at me. i'm really sorry."
"for what, oikawa?" you laugh nervously.
"for being stupid," he rolls one shoulder in a shrugging motion. "for trying to make you jealous and instead just being, like, a complete fucking clown during all of it."
"make me jealous?" you say, blinking at him.
"please don't look at me like that," he says, scrubbing over his face with the hand that's not propping up his head. "it-you make me nervous."
"we've been friends for years," you say, still apparently lost. "how can i make you nervous?"
"you always will," he laughs, but it's strained. "look—i like you. probably more, but i'm trying not to scare you—any more than i already have, i mean. i'm not sorry for kissing you, is what i mean. i should just—i should probably go."
"wait," you say firmly before he can untangle himself from your sheets. putting a hand on his shoulder and pushing yourself up to meet his lips, which are soft and dry and parted slightly with surprise.
the kiss is warm and lingers, even after you pull away. tooru stares at you with dazed eyes that make you shy, dropping your own. his voice is quiet but hopeful, contrasting his words in tone when he speaks.
"what the fuck?"
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mirohlayo · 3 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/mirohlayo/736270231017865216/my-introvert-girl-ln4?source=share
Is it bad I wanna see avas reaction andl her showing everyone she hates reader?
okay so i didn't intend to write a part 2 for my introvert girl but many anons asked me for ava's reaction so here is it !! 🫶
MY INTROVERT GIRL | LN4 (pt2)
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( lando and you are finally together, but it seems one girl still hates you no matter what )
warning : slight angst, insecurity, fluff, like a lil innuendo but that's all, soft lando
note : not gonna write a part 3 because i think it's useless, but already pretty proud of these 2 parts !!
word count : 4k
!! english not my first language !!
lando and you are dating for quite some weeks now. and everything is going wonderfully. he has never been so in love, and therefore the same for you. he loves you so much and he's never tired of showing it, you being overwhelmed by his affection.
he doesn't hesitate to show the entire world how precious you are to him, and if he has to prove it until everyone notices that you are his he will do it for eternity. and you would do the same for him without a doubt, he is your first boyfriend ever and certainly the last of your life.
your love is so intense and can be feel wherever you two go, that necessarily it does not go unnoticed. especially in the eyes of the pretty blonde who obviously feels the same feelings for lando as you. even if it's always good to remember that lando only has eyes for you and only you.
and it gets on ava's nerves. when she knew about you dating, her jealousy towards you has only increased. she saw red. she was horrified by this sudden new. she was sure lando would ends up dating her because there was no world in which he would have ended up with an introvert like you.
she finds you so bland. uninteresting. you're not comfortable with people and being shy you're not talkative. and you're always stuck on lando's side as if you were going to die if you didn't stay close to him.
and the fact that lando doesn't see anything wrong with it and isn't even a little annoyed by your behavior because he adores when his girl gets clingy. he always ends up staring at you with tenderness like you are the most beautiful thing in the world.
you here, you there. ava hates it. she detests you. if we would offer her the choice to break your couple she would do it without hesitation. and this is obviously what she intends to do. because since she sees no point in lando dating his complete opposite, such an introvert girl. no, he needs an funny and extrovert girl like ava to match him.
winter break allows the f1 drivers to relax and to rest, to spend time with their loved ones. lando was looking forward to it since it's his first winter break with you, so he wants to make the most of it to spend as much time as possible with you.
he organized many trips, one of them is a trip to vietnam. some of his closest friends will take part in the trip, including ava. normally, she wasn't supposed to come but ria had an hold up so she ended up replacing her. to her greatest happiness of course.
for your part, you weren't comfortable with going on this trip with the blonde girl. you know very well how much she hates you and that she wants to ruin your romantic relationship. you don't want to alert lando or anyone else, you don't want to create problems because it's not in your nature unlike ava. so you just decided not to say anything.
you told yourself that putting up with her presence and her stupid remarks for a week wasn't going to be that complicated. and then you'll be with your lover most of the time, so ava won't be able to speak to you much. ignoring her will be the best solution.
you arrived two days ago now, and after eating you all decided to spend the afternoon on the beach playing games like volleyball or even mini football. nothing but just activities for fun.
everyone is excited to play games, but you're not really in the mood. you're feeling a little tired and you just don't feel like having fun right now. on the one hand, your shyness also forces you to stay locked up in the hotel. you like playing games but you're afraid of making a fool of yourself in front of others. especially in front of ava.
so you inform lando about it, that you weren't coming, and he told you that he wasn't going to leave the hotel and stay with you either.
"baby it's okay, i'll stay in the hotel room. go play with the others" you say to him before slip in under the blanket. "no. if you don't go then neither do i. i’ll stay with you" he retorts, joining you in the bed.
he places himself above you, his chest on yours and his arms tightly wrap your waist. "please lando. i know how much you want to spend time with your friends so i would never refuse that to you. i don't want you to stay locked up because of me" you say to convince him.
"but that's the point, i want to stay locked up with you baby. you’re the one i want to spend time with the most. i don't really care about the others for now. if you stay here, then me too. i just want you with me” he pouts, and places his chin on your stomach.
you look down to plant your eyes in his gaze and he shows you his prettiest smile. what an adorable man. "okay fine. but i don't want you to be mad at me for that later" you warn him. "never. i would never blame you, love” he said before hiding his head in the crook of your neck.
"love you" he muffles and his breath tickles you. "i love you too lan" you says before pressing a soft kiss on his hair. you start playing with his curls, while he's here holding you close, leaving some kisses here and there on your shoulder and neck.
an hour passes like this, you two cuddling close to each other. a text from max makes lando's phone vibrate and he groans. he extends his hand lazily and grab his phone to read the text. "what he's saying ?" you ask, sounding sleepy. "if we're going to join them or not" he replies sounding the same as you.
you think for a few moments. lando was going to put his phone down on the nightstand when you finally suggest that you must go out and join the others on the beach. "are you sure? do you really want to go outside?" he asks you cautiously, his tired eyes scanning your face. "yes. i want to stretch out. your body made me sag" you tease him and he rolls his eyes letting out a laugh. “just say i'm too heavy” “no you’re perfect baby”.
he can't help but blush so hard. god it's the first time that a girl has had such an effect on him. and it seems that it flutters him even more coming from an introvert. "fine. let's go then my girl" he says and in a second you're already outside, walking hand in hand to join your friends.
“it looks like the sloths are back” pietra says, nodding towards the couple arriving on the beach. “we didn’t even sleep” lando responds defensively. “oh so you must have done dirty things then" max said playfully, giving implied glances to the two lovers.
lando can feel himself blushing really hard, just like you. “shut up you muppet. you're saying bullshit" you reply embarrassed. everyone seems amused by the situation except of course one person.
ava.
she seems to be killing you with her gaze, looking you up and down like you're the plague itself. of course lando doesn't notice, too hypnotized by the beautiful girl walking beside him. he almost falls to the ground because of you.
“well, looks like y/n finally got the guts to show herself. which is rare with her, we almost wonder if she even exists sometimes.” ava looks at you and displays a fake, hypocritical smile. no one seems to laugh at her remark and the atmosphere becomes uncomfortable. you don't know where to go or how to react. you feel a little humiliated to tell the truth.
"huh, what did you say ?" lando remarks, a little confused by what the blonde just said. the girl sighs and rolls her eyes before showing her smile that you dream of making her swallow. “oh it’s okay, it was just kidding. we all know that y/n isn’t comfortable with people but i love her anyway” she finally added.
you feel like shit. she's talking like you're the worst scumbag on earth and you don't even have the strength to defend yourself. your shyness seems to be taking over. "um well. okay ava just stop talking and instead start playing. you've been losing every round since a while ago" martin says to lighten the atmosphere because everyone seemed disturbed and embarrassed by the situation.
you sigh and slowly drop lando's hand, but he holds it tightly and looks at you. “don't worry baby, i'm going to stay with you. we can relax on the deckchairs if you prefer” lando kindly offers you, he wants to make you feel comfortable.
“as you wish” you shrug your shoulders trying to hide your sadness and pain and lando smiles at you before leading you towards the deckchairs. he lays down comfortably on one and you move towards another one close to his. but he grabs your hand and makes you sit on his legs. “lie on me love” he begs you with his eyes.
you smile shyly at him and stand up. "nah. we're in public lando, i don't want to receive all the teasing from our friends" you declare before lying down on another deckchair. he pouts, disappointed not to feel your body against his. he even brings his deckchair closer to yours so he can hold your hand, or play with a few strands of your hair.
the sun is strong and the beach umbrella protects you, with of course the sunscreen that you put on before. the waves dance loudly and the laughter of your friends fills the atmosphere with joy. it's calming.
well, it was calming for a little while. ava noticed that you weren't with them playing a game of volleyball and while scanning the surroundings, she spotted you on the deckchairs, silly smiles on your races and lando being extremely touchy with you.
she hates this view. she hates you. she would like to tear off your smile and make you disappear. she already imagines herself in your place, laughing loudly with lando. you are not in your place. it's her. you don't deserve lando.
she walks briskly towards the two of you, and your faces turn towards her. the blonde smiles hypocritically and without any hesitation, she sits on the edge of your lover's deckchair. which you don't like at all. and neither does lando, since he doesn't wait a single second to gently push her with his leg.
she seems hurt and shows it openly, putting her hand to her heart to express her pain ironically. "you hurt me lando. i thought we were friends" she said in a sad tone. “we kind of are. but this place is reserved for my girlfriend only” he answers, holding your hand tighter.
you feel more reassured and you feel your heart soar at the words of your lover. he knows when to show others that it's only you who matters. this comment makes ava roll her eyes, but it's subtle enough that only you notice. she sits on another deck chair and turns to you.
“why don’t you come play with us?” she starts to start a conversation. “y/n doesn’t really want to and neither do i, so i'm staying with her.” lando says and she lets a mocking laugh come out of her mouth and you look at her surprised. “it looks like you’re babysitting her” she says, laughing.
did you hear that correctly? is she serious? you can't let this go. “what did you say?” you ask with a frown. she lets another laugh escape and it also attracts lando's attention. "you seem like you're a baby who always needs lando's attention. he looks like a babysitter because of you"
it’s lando’s turn to frown. he holds your hand a little more firmly. “what do you mean ava?” he says, he knows something is wrong. the blonde sighs deeply and rolls her eyes, glaring at y/n.
"look, she's not even capable of playing with others and having fun. she's stopping you from having good times. she's so shy and... introverted that she's ruining your holidays, even your personal space. she's always stuck to you, it seems like she doesn't know how to cope without you it's just... pathetic." she unpacks it all while looking at you with disgust.
oh you feel so humiliated now. you feel tears coming but you hold them back, crying in front of her will only make things worse. you feel so weak and worthless. you blame yourself for being so insecure, being so shy and reserved. because maybe it's the truth.
maybe lando is finally fed up with you and he hates being around you, stuck with an ordinary and shy person like you. he probably can't have the fun he wants because of your shyness. maybe it's true, you're like a child who's ruining his life.
"don't ever talk about her that way again. you really disgust me ava. you don't even measure up to her and you dare open your fucking mouth to say bullshit" lando starts to raise his voice. you can tell he looks extremely angry.
“oh because you also want to defend her?” she asks mockingly. "i defend her and will defend her no matter what happens. you don't have to talk to my girlfriend like that when she is everything you will never be" he spits his words in her face and gives her a cold look.
he jumps up and holds your hand tightly. when his gaze falls on you, it softens. “come on y/n. let’s go back to the hotel” he pulls you towards him and walks you to the hotel pushing ava out of the way. “get out. i don’t want to see you anymore.” he says his last words to her.
the blonde remains standing, alone. a strange, painful and hurtful feeling takes hold of her. the rest of the group stopped playing, observing the scene. now it's ava's turn to feel humiliated. why did she do that?
for your part, you and Lando return to your hotel room. it's silent. he opens the door and you run to take refuge in the bed, so that he joins you a few seconds later. "don't worry baby. don't listen to her, she's talking nonsense. she just wants to destroy you" lando tries to reassure you and you just nod your head.
you smile at him to reassure him in turn, although deep down you are still a little worried. you're still a little hurt. a part of you tells you that it's true, that Lando doesn't like being constantly stuck to you. you don't like it at all.
the rest of the afternoon passes quickly for your boyfriend, but slowly for you. you can't stop overthinking, thinking about ava's words. part of your brain still makes you believe that you don't deserve lando and that he will be better off with ava. it eats you from the inside. you don't like to doubt lando but ava makes you feel vulnerable and insecure.
and your boyfriend noticed it. he noticed that you had become quieter, you only spoke to him very recently. and he starts to worry about you. he suspects deep down that it's because of earlier that you seem off. so he knows exactly what to do.
he proposed, well more like forced you to watch the sunset, just the two of you, him and you on the beach. no group of friends, no ava, no games, no, just the two of you on the beach. you weren't for it at first but you love sunsets and night walks on the beach, so you finally gave up. especially if it's with lando. you walk hand in hand on the warm sand. the waves rock your ears and the sun slowly begins to set on the horizon. how beautiful. you find a comfortable spot and sit down, lando still holding your hand in his.
he gently caresses it with his thumb, pressing a few random kisses on the back of your hand. he rests your head on his shoulder, and you admire the magnificent landscape in the distance. it's soothing, it's romantic.
"beautiful right?” lando murmurs against you, staring into the distance. you smile to yourself. “very beautiful” “just like you” he responds quickly and you can tell he’s grinning. you laugh softly and shake your head. “how cheesy” you blurt out and it’s his turn to let out a soft laugh.
oh his laugh.
although you still hide it, lando knows he needs to talk to you. that he must reassure you. that he has to make you sure how much he loves you and that he would literally do anything for you. because you're the only girl who makes it feel this good.
“y/n” he whispers your name so softly, and it warms your heart. “hmm babe?” you hum. he moves to get a little closer to you and rests his head on yours. "i know what you're thinking about since this afternoon” he begins cautiously not wanting to rush you. he knows your nature.
"w-what ?" you try to hide. but you know very well that he knows you by heart. “please don’t try to avoid the subject. you know what i'm talking about.” he ends up saying.
you sigh. you know you have to talk to him about it, it will only do you good. “yes sorry.” "don't feel sorry love. take your time". he said in such a caring way. he presses a soft kiss against your hair. and another on your cheek. he loves kissing your face so much.
you take a deep breath. you press your hand a little more against his. "it's just... it's just that i feel so insecure when ava talks about me like that. i keep telling myself that i don't deserve you, that you deserve someone who looks like you and who is not your opposite. like ava". you pause but you know he continues to be attentive and listen to you.
"i..." you continue "i keep thinking that it must bore you to stay constantly and always with me. that my shyness surely prevents you from having fun and enjoying your life to the fullest. that i'm like a drag and dating an introvert like me is a bad idea” you finish, tears soon escaping your eyes.
now he faces you. he looks at you with so much gentleness, so much affection and love. his gaze becomes sadder when he hears what is on your heart and his heart suddenly tightens at your words. he hates hearing you talk about yourself like that, devaluing you when all he loves about you is what you're insecure about.
“my baby…” he whispers and places his hands on your cheeks, caressing them gently. he wipes with his thumb a tear that has just escaped your eyes. he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose and smiles affectionately at you.
"i wish you could see you through my eyes". he places another kiss on your forehead. the sun illuminates his face, the waves seem to transport you.
"i fucking love you. like fucking fucking love you. it's me who doesn’t deserve you. it's me who should hate myself for not always making you feel secure about me and our relationship" he explains. "i don't care about ava, you know that. she is absolutely nothing compared to you. it's not her or someone like her that i want. it's you. you're the only one i want and need so badly".
his hands slide to grab yours. "being constantly by your side is the best thing in the world. i don't care if we are in the worst place in the world, in the worst possible situation, as long as i am with you and by your side i know that everything will be fine. there's nowhere i'd like to be without you. it's just impossible. all i fucking want is to stay with you as long as possible."
he smiles brightly at you before finishing. "and your shyness will not change my love for you or how i live my life. i fell in love with you because of this side of you, because you are introverted and you are so much my opposite that i am extremely attracted to you. it's like that. so don't blame yourself, because i don't want you to change that even though it doesn't even bother me a little bit. i love it. i adore you. i love you and i love you. love you and i will always love you"
you sure you look like nothing now. your eyes must probably be puffy and red but that's okay. lando doesn't care too. you can't help but smile at him with all your teeth. “i love you so much lando. i love you with all my heart and that will never change” you whisper against his neck.
he places thousands of kisses on your head, caressing your back. god how much he loves you too, your love is so deep and strong. “hope it'll never change then” he adds and puts his arms around your waist, bringing you as close to his body as possible.
and without a word, in a calming silence, you stay in each other's arms until the sun sets completely. a starry sky now paints the night. you are still glued to each other, your head on your lover's stretched out legs. you admire the stars while he admires you. it's perhaps one of his favorite activities. just looking at you, like the most beautiful paintings in the world. but soon you notice that he doesn't pay attention to the sky and you point this out to him, teasing him.
“look at the sky, it's so pretty” you hum “but you're prettier” he simply retorts, telling the truth. you roll your eyes and let out a small laugh. “never tired of being cheesy” you laugh shyly. “never” he adds while smiling. but he ends up raising his head towards the sky. it is true that the stars are infinitely beautiful. they shine so much, and he can't help but describe them like that, as he describes you the same way. he runs his hand through your hair, eyes anchored to the stars.
“do you see all these stars?” he asks and you hum in response. "i would hunt them all for you if you asked me. i would bring them all to you if that's what you want. ask me to bring down the moon and i would do it without hesitation just for you" he said softly, a silly smile on his lips.
you can’t help but burst out laughing. “how romantic” you tease him but deep down you melt, feeling so confident after all those sweet words. he lowers his head to look at you, smiling fully.
he admires you for a moment, take in your features. his heart never stops beating faster at the sight of you, even after weeks of being in a relationship. and he leans down to finally kiss you, his lips capturing yours perfectly. gosh he loves kissing you so much, he might never stop. he pulls back and pecks your nose.
“love you always, my introvert girl” he smiles softly.
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mxqdii · 7 months
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nott into you - m.s
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pairings: nott reader x mattheo riddle
summary: reader's brother is theodore nott and develops feelings for his best friend mattheo
warning(s): drinking, brief makeout drugs.
not proofread
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FRIDAY:
my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.
it's funny how a week can change everything.
okay! i know this looks really wrong, but i can explain.. let's go back to where this all started, monday.
-1 WEEK PRIOR.-
MONDAY:
i sit in potions, bored as ever at snapes lesson, feeling eyes on me.
i look over seeing mattheo riddle staring, which isn't totally weird, considering we've been friend's since first year, just abnormal.
this time it's different though, like some weird tension in the air, i feel as if red smoke is filling my lungs and calling out mattheo's name.
snapping out of it, i clear my throat and focus my attention onto the horribly boring, lesson
the class ends sooner than later and i take my time to collect my stuff, not noticing mattheo waiting for me.
i head to the door and meet eyes with him
"waiting for me, riddle?" i question and his lips curl upwards
"i might be, walk with me will you?" he asks and i nod, following wherever he's going.
"i noticed you staring" i mumble
"yeah and i noticed you drooling" he says and i scoff
"you think too highly of yourself riddle" i professed
"mmh i'm not so sure about that, have you met your brother?" he adds on and i realize
my brother, shit.
this flirty banter shouldn't even be happening right now, considering if theo saw he would absolutely loose his shit.
"yeah thats theo, uh- anyways i gotta go, nice talking to you riddle!-" i say in a rush, walking the other direction.
TUESDAY:
i hear the door open and look up seeing pansy, i'm currently in the slytherin common room working on some extra homework.
"hey" she says, plopping down next to me
"hey pans whats up?" i ask, putting my books down.
"okay so, i know this is a long shot.. buuuttt, there's a party tomorrow and before you say no just please please think about going!" she says the last part really fast and i laugh
"who's throwing it?" i question and she squints her eyes
"we are..?" she mumbles and my eyes widen
"pansy what!?!" i yell
"okay i know it seems bad, but some first years accidentally heard me saying how slytherin parties are the best and one thing led to another and all of a sudden i had to prove it was true and now everyones expecting a party tomorrow night and i need your help!" she rambles and i sigh
"fine."
later that day, i cross paths with mattheo again.
who cares what my brother thinks or wants for me, it's my life.
"hey mattheo, sorry about yesterday" i say with a smile and he nods
"don't worry about it sweetheart" the name makes my cheeks flush.
we kinda just stand there looking into eachothers eyes for a moment, i'm not sure how it was, but i definitely looked full of lust.
he moves closer to my ear, whispering
"you're drooling again"
i roll my eyes throwing in a, "you wish"
WEDNESDAY:
the party is all set up, and it took HOURS.
me and pansy had to rush right when classes ended to get everything ready
we're supposed to start the party in an hour but before doing that, me and my friendgroup decided to have a little fun
me, pansy, theo, mattheo, draco, enzo and blaise decided to play a friendly game of truth or dare before letting anyone else in.
"y/n" enzo says and i let out a shakey breath, not noticable enough for anybody to hear though.
"yes enzo?" i respond, eyeing him in anticipation
"what'a a dirty secret you've been hiding lately?" he asks and i smirk
maybe i could fuck with these people in a way that wouldn't expose me, but in a way... would?
"well enzo, so glad you asked. recently there has been someone catching my eye... someone who's off limits, someone i'm not allowed to touch, you could call it forbidden, but i prefer the term secrecy." i say with a smug smile, avoiding any and all eye contact with mattheo
before anyone has time to say anything, the clock chimes and the doors to the common room open, the room flooding with people from all different houses.
the rest of the night was kinda a blur, except for the end of it.
i'm too drunk to even function right now, feeling vulnerable and anxious.
god this is why i don't go to parties.
"hey beautiful" a random gryffindor says and i make a face of disgust
"jus' leave me alone" i say in hopes of peace, turning around to walk away, but instead he grabs my wrist.
i turn back to look at him seeing the no-good look on his face
"oh no" i mumble
"are you gonna like.. do bad thing's to me" i ask
i'm never drinking again i feel like an idiot.
"you just consented to it so i might as well huh baby?" he says and i groan.
"i actually have a-" without thinking i grab someones hand, anyone to get me out of this situation would be great
"mattheo?" i say looking up, seeing its him who i grabbed
well, i was going to say boyfriend but mattheo works too.
the gryffindor boy's expression quickly changes from being in control to being scared shitless.
i'm too hazy to even feel right, not paying attention to the bickering mattheo is doing, the way he's absolutely screaming at this boy.
my hand tugs mattheos arm, causing him to look down at me
"mattheo please- just get me out of here" i say, leaning onto his arm.
fuck i'm not supposed to feel like this
THURSDAY:
the last thing i remember, is mattheo dragging me out of that party.
i think he was carrying me? or was it theo? i don't really remember.
i turn over, opening my eyes seeing mattheo next to me
what the fuck.
"g'morning princess" he says and i wince, feeling the light hit my face.
"what time is it?" i ask and see him look over to his bedside table
"like 10" he says and my eyes widen as much as they can.
"it's thursday mattheo we have class!' i yell, attempting to get up
his arm lightly pushes me down
"you need to rest, do you remember what happened last night?" he asks and i shake my head
"you were drugged and you passed out." he mumbles and my eyes widen
"who the fuck drugged me??" i exclaim
"i don't know" he says and i sigh, thinking about last night trying to remember anything i can.
i don't even realize how close me and mattheo are, the way he's shirtless and the way the sun hits his eyes, his morning voice, his soft sheets.
i look down seeing me in his shirt and i quirk an eyebrow which he notices
"no don't worry uh- pansy changed you not me" he reassures and i smile.
the rest of the day we end up just talking and laughing in his dorm, only leaving for food and water.
i gotta admit, it is awfully suspicious me leaving with him last night and waking up in his dorm, now us ditching and spending the whole day together.
but like i said before, i don't care what my brother thinks.
FRIDAY:
i'm currently getting lectured by snape for missing class and i can't help but let my mind wander to mattheo
lately, thats been all my mind is full of.
the tension has been getting thicker and my desire for him has been getting needier.
i need to tell him.
i rush out of snapes lecture as soon as he's finished, rushing to the common room.
what am i even doing, i'm being way too impulsive right now, it's fine i only live once, i have to do this. i tell myself
i reach the common room and run upstairs, knocking on mattheos dorm frantically
he opens the door and i smile, suddenly feeling all of my words leave my mind, going completely blank
then i remembered, i dont need words to tell him what i need.
without thinking, i grab his cheek and kiss him, it definitely caught him by surprise, but it did for me too.
without breaking the kiss, he leads me inside and closes the door, pinning me against it.
my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.
an abrupt knock interrupts us, mattheos hand covering my mouth
"dude come on, snape is pissed you missed class and his lecture, we gotta go" a voice comes from the other side of the door.
fuck, it's my brother.
a/n: let me know if u guys want a part 2<3
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frenziedfireworks · 9 months
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Bad Days
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Bad Days with HP Boys!
(Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter)
CW : Mentions of anxiety (Fred), Draco being a lil inept to feelings, Ron being a bully (Draco), cheesy pet names, GN!Reader
Fred Weasley : 
Fred can tell what mood you're in most of the time. If you’re in a really shit mood he will baby you.. If it’s not as bad he will go for jokes and humor instead.
“Babe look at me” “I’m not in the mood Fred” “Just look”
He will blow himself up with some fireworks to prove his point and make you happy (much to your disagreeance) 
He will do anything you need.. ANYTHING. Just ask.
You had laid on the couch with your thoughts for what felt like hours. You still felt as anxious as when you started your ‘calming’ routine. You didn’t know why nothing was working today and everything felt off. Even normal and casual things had become the pinnacle of impossibility. 
“Ahem. Y/N, I would like to welcome you to the one and only show. A secret show just for you!” Your boyfriend bowed, his hands working at lighting sparklers. You watched as he did a silly jig, painting small pictures of hearts with the sparklers. The lights went out and he set the burnt sticks on the counter. Kneeling down to be level with the couch his hand brushed your cheek.
“Did you like my show, bunny?” His lips tickled against yours as he stole more than a few fair shares of kisses. You couldn’t help but grin into him as he attempted to crawl beside you.
“Babe you are too big to fit on that tiny portion of the couch.”
“Watch me.”
George Weasley : 
George picks up on your mood right away. 
He drops anything and everything and drags you to his bed
“The universe was telling me it’s cuddle time” “Is that so”
He will NOT let you out of bed.. Just accept your fate
“Fuck me.” You grunted as you walked into the living room. You had not had the best day at work and it seemed to only get worse. Your coworker had spilled coffee on you and then you got splashed with mud on your small walk back to the house. 
“Well don’t you look ravishing. Mud really suits your eyes, darling.” George snorted as you shrugged off your coat and shoes. You rubbed a hand over your face and sighed. You started walking to your shared bathroom hoping to get rid of the reminder of said shit day. 
“Baby, stop for a minute!” 
You turned ever so slowly to George’s frame which stood tall right behind. You raised an eyebrow.
“Take a shower and then come to bed, yeah? I need to treat you to some signature Weasley cuddles. They’re known to cure anything.” He leaned down to press a quick kiss to your lips and winked, leaving you alone to your thoughts. You felt yourself as you smiled just a tiny bit. He was something else.
Draco Malfoy : 
“What’s got you all pissy” (He didn’t mean it he swears)
The moment he realizes you are not just being sassy/sarcastic he is chasing you down
“Babe I’m so sorry what’s wrong” 
I feel like Draco has a lot of bad days and knows how it feels so he just sits and listens
He holds your hand/rubs his fingers across your palm.
“I’m sorry darling, you’ll always have me”
You walked out of Potions class absolutely fuming. The audacity of Ron Weasley to purposefully blow up your cauldron and then laugh at you! You had held back a few choice words and hexes, stomping away to be alone. You jumped as you hit something hard and a hand wrapped around your torso.
“Geez, love. Are you mad enough?” Draco smirked and you growled. You smacked your boyfriend's arms away and started sprinting. 
“Wait-Wait! Y/N!” Draco yanked at your shoulder forcing you to come to a halt.
“What in the world is wrong? I didn’t mean that to be rude. I’m sorry.” 
You rolled your eyes. This day just kept getting worse and worse. You knew he didn’t mean any harm but you were already so wound up that it felt like a gate came crashing down.
“Everything! Fucking potions is a mess. Ron decides to blow up my cauldron and Snape gives me a lecture.. I can’t get a fucking break.” You crumbled to the floor as the sobs continued.
“I’m just sick of this, Dray.” 
His hand wrapped around yours, fingers running soothing circles on your skin.
“I know, love. It’ll get better.”
Harry Potter : 
He just raises an eyebrow and takes you outside
“Where are we going Harry?” “Thought you’d like to clear your mind, love”
He just lets you talk for the most part and rubs your back while the two of you walk
Once you get it all out he will give you a little forehead kiss and make sure you’re all better :)) 
“Hey-” Harry startled you, your teary eyes meeting him. It had really not been your day and the last thing you wanted was for your boyfriend to find you like this.
“Harry, I-”
He shushed you, hand wrapping around your wrist to pull you up from your hiding cubby. He rubbed away at the teardrops that stained your cheek and sighed. You could tell he was worried to have found you that way but more concerned on getting you better.
He stepped away and held his arm out for you to take. The two of you fell into step as he led you out the back of the castle and onto the green grass of the highlands. The wind felt nice against your skin and you felt more at peace with Harry’s warmth next to you.
“Thank you. I really needed this.” You murmured and gave the boy a small smile when he met your stare. He gave you a reassuring hug and hummed.
“Anything for you. Come to me next time, okay?”
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nyaskitten · 2 months
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EDIT: THIS POST IS INACCURATE !!!
I made the assumption Olive was editing the wiki articles, and while that's a very logical conclusion to reach, it was actually someone who shares the same viewpoints as them!!! Anything including the wiki articles and Olive's involvement is wrong and that's my bad!!!
Alright fellas, I guess we did it. We have reached the tipping point. I'm going to dedicate this post to calling out one specific person, @olivescales3, and their very toxic behavior. This post will be a bit messy, and I do apologize in advance, I'm writing this from the perspective of a Ninjago fan who also thinks beyond just the petty fandom stuff, what they're doing is just not cool.
I will clarify, I do not make this post for petty fandom drama, I make this to better spread awareness on some of the bullshit they're doing, so you can look out for and understand that they're bullshitting. Without further ado, I think we should just get into it.
So, what have they done?
Now, I should say while there is no 100000% concrete link between hyenabro and olivescales, I think based on their talking points (as well and the information I've recieved from friends in the Chima fandom, who have a bunch of prior experience with them,) it's safe to make this assumption!
So, what has olivescales DONE in this case? Simple, they've vandalized the Chima wiki on NUMEROUS occasions, even after several different people have revised their revisions, so as to discredit any conenctions between Dragons Rising and Chima.
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As seen here, they have (under the username HyenaBro119) edited the pages for Chima AND the Forever Rock (I have two similar screenshots of essentially the same thing, one was from the Forever Rock article, the other was from Chima) and claimed Ninjago's lore to be some alternate universe. To further validate it, they write "Ras' visit to," but Ras NEVER claimed to have VISITED these locations, just that he knows them. They also claim the Forever Rock was destroyed, a blatant lie. Only a small section of rock on the Forever Rock was actually destroyed, not the whole thing.
Now, you're gonna ask "but Raine, how can you 100000% say it's them?" and I will cite common sense. While I cannot directly tie Olive to hyena, I CAN say their wording is SO very similar.
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Both Hyena and Olive call DR "a parallel/alternate universe," and again, claim Forever Rock was destroyed, WHICH IS A FULL ON LIE. They're so adamant to protect "the sanctity of Chima's pre-established, set-in-stone lore" that they can't stop to think maybe, JUST MAYBE, sometimes a story can get new lore which can ALSO be canon!
I'd also love to share this HILARIOUS screenshot of one of their many posts, which not only backs up what I'm saying, but it's like damn they really set themself up huh!
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Gee I wonder why you feel alone! Maybe it's because you are! Maybe it's because you're lying and making shit up to prove yourself right! No one is as big of a hater as you!
The also LOVE saying Ninjago cannot do anything with Chima unless they get express permission from the creator of Chima, some guy named John Derevlany, but oh man what's this I see before me?
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CO-CREATOR? Oh but Olive, I thought he was the CREATOR of Chima, not CO-creator... ALSO Lego owns the rights to Chima, and Ninjago, and every other theme, as said by Doc himself! If anything he wasn't really dodging the question, just giving a vague answer, because he doesn't know much about the old contracts!
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From what he said, it's clear that if they wanted to use anything from the other themes, they'd have to consult folks over at LEGO, not John Derevlany or Tommy A.!
Now here's the THING, I GET where they're coming from, it CAN be annoying to have people only care about a thing you like in relation to something else, but when you're going out of your way to argue that none of it can be canon and it's all an alternate universe it's like... god it's so sad and pathetic really.
Their lies and BS don't even end there with the wiki shit, because I have THIS glorious gem.
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A) They bring up that the Ninjago folk do not know who the Phoenixes are which is like, okay??? Why the fuck are they gonna know about how another universe was created??? That's like if someone told me I don't exist in the same universe as my glasses because I have no clue who made them, that is to say, that's stupid as FUCK to say!
B) OH they say something REAAALLL funny ohohohho I am actually dying. Olive says the Phoenix icon "appeared in a Ninjago episode" and "Ninjago tends to reuse assets." Yep, NINJAGO is the one who reused the phoenix symbol, mhm. The symbol that was made in 2011 for NINJAGO, which cameoed in CHIMA in 2014, was actually just an asset reuse by Ninjago. I feel like this actually goes to show how desparate they are to feel right and validated, because this? This a lie! Ninjago made the symbol, and because Tommy A. is co-creator to both, he wanted to slip in a neat Ninjago reference, so he slipped in the Phoenix symbol Nya uses for the Phoenix tribe, not the other way around!
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Another REALLY funny thing they did, aside from the wiki and Phoenix symbol shit, was this hilarious attempt at being right!
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Yes, the compared the WOLF Masks to BATman's cowl, and did a horribly rough comparison illustration that very much does not make sense. If you actually compared them side by side, the only similarities would be they're both angry animal themed mask with pointy ears, which does NOT go very far in the long run. The foreheads they drew aren't even the same fucking shape lol.
OH ANS WE CANNOT FORGET THIS ONE! Their using a post about the Palestinian genocide and boycotting Lego in order to complain about Ninjago.
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They claim Ninjago is produced by Lego, unlike other Lego shows, which is an EXTREMELY bullshit fucking claim. Just like Chima and Nexo Knights, Ninjago is produced by Lego, it's not JUST Ninjago produced by Lego, they are all Canadian-Danish CGI action shows, and they're all known to have Tommy Andreasen involved in the creation of them.
They're using a post about boycotting for the sake of innocent people DYING to complain about a lego ninja show for... killing evil people? It doesn't glorify war, the worst it does in regards to war is like not address how fucked up it can be in regards to the Serpentine War, but that's like it. I think it's so funny they want to single out Ninjago as if it's the only TV series where villains die for trying to conquer/destroy the world.
So, what do I want the takeaway from this post to be? What do I want you to get from it? I don't really know anymore, I just don't want Olive's horrendously toxic behaviors, and straight up lies to stop. If anything I think it's beautiful that Ninjago is making others interested in revisiting Chima again, stop being such a fucking hater dude. They act like Chima is some holy grail of Lego, the greatest thing since bread, but it, just like Ninjago, Dreamzzz, Hidden Side, and Nexo Knights, have Tommy in creative roles.
To act like Chima is somehow greater than is to place it on an unrealistic pedestal as if it's a godsend, when in reality it was co-created by Tommy Fucking Andreasen.
If you read through all of this, I do THOROUGHLY appreciate it, I didn't mean for this post to descend into an angry ramble but ehhh yk how it is. And Olive, if you see this, please, just stop with the bullshit.
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ash5monster01 · 4 months
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Learning to Love Part 2
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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x FemReader!PlusSize
Warnings: 18+, langauge, angst, fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, fake relationship, eventual smut, minor enemies to lovers trope.
Summary: It's not uncommon for you to be shamed for your size, it is however uncommon to be told that no one would ever date you because of it. Rafe on the other hand is used to being called a jerk, that is until he is accused of seeing people for only what's on the surface. It's purely coicidental you two meet right after these accusations are thrown your way. So even though you two don't know each other, and probably never would've looked the others way before this, now you're both going to prove a point. It's simple really, prove others wrong and don't fall in love. Easier said than done.
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You and Rafe had spent the better part of the week getting to know each other. He would come to bar after work, pester you to leave until you caved, then you’d find yourself on some sort of adventure whether it was sneaking onto the beach after hours or just watching a movie in his apartment. There was no denying you were attracted to him but at least you both had established some sort of friendship. You had actually come to enjoy his company and you assumed he enjoyed yours too. Even Mila and Randy had come to enjoy him, liking how he brought out the leisure side of you. Considering all you ever do was work. They liked that you finally found someone that could pull you away to enjoy yourself. Too bad it wasn’t real.
That’s why when he shows up to the bar at seven o’clock on the dot as always, it takes no persuading from you to grab your bag and join him on the other side of the bar. His hand slides easily into your own, smirk worn proudly on his face, and you almost hate how simple all of this is. How he has become such a natural part of your routine in only a short time. It makes you realize how much harder this will be when it has to end. So you push away the feeling of despair, ignore the confused looks from customers, and tell yourself to worry about this another day.
“Have anything in mind for tonight?” Rafe leans down to whisper in your ear over the loud music in the bar. You try to ignore the shiver that crawls down your spine as you look at him.
“Not particularly” and this response paints a devious smirk across his features as he leads you out and to the same truck he’s been helping you into all week.
“Good because I have an idea” he grins at you once in the drivers seat and the minute he turns out of the parking lot you have a pretty good idea on where he was taking you.
It’s not a far drive to the beach which is where you realize he is taking you. The moon is almost full tonight, illuminating the black water in a white glow. You’ve discovered Rafe has a soft spot for the beach, you have an inclination it has something to do with his childhood. Yet you never bother to ask and follow him onto the dark beach instead to provide some company for him. You realize he was even prepared for this as he lays the blanket on the soft sand and helps you down to the ground. It’s when he joins your side you decide to speak up.
“Felt like the beach tonight huh?” you smile at him and Rafe’s eyes cast over you, so dark in the night but glimmering with admiration. Friendly admiration.
“Sometimes I forget how much I miss it. Before being this important person I was once just a kid who spent every day itching to get out on the water and surf” you see the pain in his eyes, the confusion, and if you were closer you’d know what to do to comfort him. Sadly he was still just a stranger, someone you had known for a week.
“We can surf sometime, I’m not very good but I enjoy it nonetheless” you tell him and what you don’t expect is the smile that cracks across his face.
“You’d go surfing for me?” you roll your eyes at his teasing tone but smile at him anyway.
“Sure you big dope” you tell him and he smiles before leaning back to lay in the sand. The stars reflect in his eyes and you find yourself imagining a life where Rafe could like a girl like you for real, to look at you with those same stars in his eyes, and choose you above anyone else. In fact, you wished there was any world that was possible.
“It’s crazy how fast you can go from caring about the things you like to what others think of you” the words he utters holds weight he doesn’t understand. You assume for the both of you. Rafe went from caring about things like surfing to pleasing others, the same way you went from enjoying life to hating what you had been dealt. Hating what you looked like and the outcome of that. Trying so desperately to change, to lose the weight, and in the end know that maybe you’d never trust someone for liking you as skinny if they never knew you when you were fat. It would always be there in the back of your mind, wondering if they’d have been here if you stayed the same.
“If it helps I think everyone does. You lose those little kid goggles and get thrown into the real world. Hence why middle school is so scary” you tell him, laying beside him and praying he doesn’t notice the way your breasts expand across your chest, the way your chin doubles due to the position change, and how your stomach sways to whatever side you lean towards. It’s the position that had those boys making beached whale jokes, is this position that makes you vulnerable and unattractive to most.
“I want to be carefree again. I forgot what it was like to live my life for myself and not others” he tells you and you nod, eyes scanning over the big dipper in the sky, the waves slowly crashing in your ears.
“We can do that too you know, this agreement between us doesn’t have to be just dating. We can help each other enjoy life again” you don’t know why you suggest it. You’re already nervous about the agreement you have going on, the last thing you need is another clause. There’s just something about Rafe Cameron that can’t keep you away.
“I’d like that, which brings me to my next thing” you turn your head to face him, eyebrows furrowing at his sentence.
“Next thing?” you question and his head rolls to face your own, palms resting across his stomach.
“I have a work event tomorrow night, I was hoping you’d attend” this has you sitting back up, heart rate accelerating at the thought of this finally becoming public. Had a week been enough for you to be convincing? After all your friends were convinced, Mila ecstatic for you. This was Rafe’s work friends, professional people.
“Wow, um yeah” Rafe sits up beside you, hand falling to your shoulder.
“I know it’s soon, I didn’t think it was a date event until today. I figured I should probably bring my fake girlfriend” you nod and he can see the nervousness in your eyes but just like the first time you both met he sees that fierce strength behind them. The will to not let anyone undermine your power.
“I’ll go, just tell me a time and dress code” you find yourself saying and he smiles which you return until that hand on your shoulder is running behind your hair and pushing it from your face.
“I was thinking we should kiss” this has you gaping like a fish, brain actually malfunctioning over his words.
“Kiss?” he doesn’t miss the fear that floods your features and he vaguely wonders what kind of emotional damage a person would have to have to react like this over a kiss. Something he had done a hundred times but has an inkling you’ve only done a few.
“Yeah, I know you said not a lot of PDA but I’m a touchy person. Those guys know that and I figure if I show up with a date I’m not affectionate towards they’ll catch on” you let his words settle in, try to let them ease your comforts. He watches you swallow away your nerves before adding on. “I figured our first kiss will be better to have in private then there”
“So a practice run?” you ask and he knows this is you trying to convince yourself of this, that something as simple as a kiss couldn’t be real.
“Yeah, work out all the kinks and stuff” and this has you snorting in laughter which makes him happy to know he’s lessened the pressure on you.
“Yeah, so hopefully we don’t smash noses or something” you tease back with a laugh but the laugh is cut short when his hand presses against your jaw, fingers curling behind your neck. You suck in a sharp breath as you prepare for what he’s about to do. You’re repeating over and over in your head this isn’t real but when his thumb slowly brushes across your bottom lip you find it to be useless. Rafe has bewitched you in every way a man can to a simple girl like you. Which means you’ve already broken the contract, a rule you made. A rule you’ll never admit to breaking in just a week.
“Ready?” and he knows you can’t answer but over the week he has also gotten to know you and if you didn’t want this you would say it.
So he leans forward, watches how your eyes flutter close and for a moment admires how God damn pretty you are before reaching his face to your own. You shudder against him when his lips just barely brush yours and his hot breath fanning across your face has your stomach doing somersaults. Finally he closes the gap, lips closing around your bottom lip before opening and moving in sync with your own. You desperately want to grab onto him but this isn’t real. It’s practice. So after a few beats and the most mind numbing kiss of your life he pulls away with a soft smile and you vaguely wonder how he looks so calm when he just kissed you stupid.
“See, nothing” and your stomach drops, butterflies killed. Rafe turns back to the water, not realizing what he just said had ruined it. You needed to get better at reminding yourself there is nothing to ruin. It was practice, practice that felt all too real and reminded you of exactly why this agreement was dangerous for you. You loved big, not fake.
“If you’re having me come to this dinner thing I do have something to ask” you muster up the nerve to say and he turns his attention back to you, lips a little swollen and eyes glossed over. He looks like a boy who’s just been kissed and for the first time you realize there doesn’t have to be feelings for him to look like that.
“Anything” he tells you earnestly and you stretch your fingers across your legs, feeling a bit silly for asking.
“Could you come to my apartment one of these nights? Mila has been bugging me about how we’re always at your place and never at ours. I figure if we were dating it would make sense for you to come over to mine too” you say and he nods while he takes to thought what you’ve just said.
“Yeah, that’s sounds fine. We could have dinner with Mila a night” he says and you smile to hide the nervousness of him agreeing. This wasn’t nerves for your feelings towards him, this was nerves over your best friend getting close enough to notice this might possibly be fake.
“Thank you” you tell him and he smirks his signature smirk and wraps an arm around your shoulders as his eyes cast back out and over the waves. To the naked eye you look like a real couple, staring gazing on the beach, and in the silence you pretend you are because you can keep yourself from ever telling Rafe how you feel but at least you have this. Pretend, something to hold you over for the rest of your life, because if you never had this for real you surely wouldn’t now.
So tomorrow when you officially start this agreement between you two, you make yourself promise to be prepared for the end. At then end of the day you agreed to prove a point but that wouldn’t take forever. Rafe will soon have to leave and marry the girl of his dreams and the girl you could only wish to be. Tomorrow was practically the end already but at least he was yours in some sense of the word for only a moment. A moment you would cherish forever.
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heyy ! do you think you could write something like, readers crying in eddie’s room and the roan walks in ?? 💗💗
hey, I can do that! tysm for ur request! ♡ fem!reader
Being a grown up is hard. You'd think people would be kinder away from the pressures and expectations of high school, but no dice. If anything, you'd argue people actually get worse, buffeted by their own self-importance.
A coworker has been treating you poorly for weeks now. You don't like to tell Eddie, worried you're adding more to what is an absolutely heaping plate of his own responsibilities and worries. Even now he's stressed, his head by your knees, your hands stroking slowly through dark curls.
He's sort of the same as you, he doesn't like to share. But he's much worse at hiding how he's feeling, his face an open book of pressures.
You smooth his bangs away from his forehead to lean down and kiss it, the pale stretch of skin smooth under your lips.
He stares up at you like you're everything. Eyes impossibly big and wide and brown, irises dark in the lamplight and melting into his pupils. He looks sweet.
"I don't think I could do all this without you," he murmurs.
Your lips press tight together with a smile. "Yeah, you could. Did it all before without me..." You resist the urge to kiss him more and cover his cheek with your fingers. "But you never have to again."
It's sticky with a ridiculous, over-indulgent romance. A silly promise that you mean, but still so, so corny.
He giggles like an idiot and squints at you, "You're-" He licks his lips. "You're too good to me, know that?"
It makes you wanna cry. You feel the tears sharp behind your eyes and have to look away from him. You pat his arm and pull away. "Definitely too good. Make me dinner?"
He snorts and springs up from the bed. "Your wish is my command, babe."
You watch him leave, and then you bring your legs up toward you and cover your face. You really really want to tell him what happened today, but you can't make yourself do it. You don't want to stress him out, especially after what he's said.
You know Eddie would never make you feel bad for needing support. He wouldn't resent you. He would comfort you and ask you why you hadn't told him sooner, you're sure. He might even get a little mad about you keeping it from him and suffering in silence, that's how much he's proved to like you.
The first tear dribbles down your cheek. You're exacerbating your own upset, you know, but you can't stop. Suddenly everything is stressing you out, not just your mean coworker but the entirety of your life.
You push your hands against your face and breath raggedly. Trying to calm down.
The door creaks but doesn't swing open, so you assume it's just the draft from Eddie's broken bedroom window.
"What's wrong?" Roan asks.
You startle at the sudden sound of her voice and your hands fly from your face to your chest. Roan's staring at you with a juvenile concern, her tiny thick eyebrows pulled together as she pouts at you.
"Roanie," you say, wiping your wet cheeks hurriedly, "you scared me, little lady, didn't hear you come in."
"What's wrong?" she asks again, standing in front of the bed looking shocked.
"It's okay," you coo, reaching out with both hands. "Come up here, baby, I'm alright."
She looks from you to the door. You hate that. You don't wanna scare her.
"I'm okay, Ro. Promise."
She walks up to your side of the bed and holds out her pinky. You wrap your finger around her much smaller one and twine them gently, giving it a little pump. She forces her entire hand into yours then and smiles as she climbs up onto the bed beside you.
She collapses like a sack of flour over your knee, face plastered to your inner thigh. "Dad says," she begins, words tickling your skin, "that crying is good and it can make you feel better."
You drop your hand to the short stretch of her back. "Your dad's a smarty-pants, that's why."
"Do you feel better?"
You sniffle. "Yeah, Ro."
She doesn't like the waver in your voice, turning her cheek to look up at you, a picture of her father. Brown, brown eyes.
She opens her arms as an invitation that you can't refuse, bending in on yourself to hug her. It's difficult to hug someone so small in this position. One hand weaves into her hair and the other pushes behind her shoulders. She spreads her arms and sort of just lies underneath you, nuzzling her face against yours.
"I love you," she says.
Even though your eyes are closed, tears bubble up. "I love you more, princess."
You feel terrible for crying on her and after a handful of selfish, needy seconds you pull away and kiss her cheek.
"Sorry," you tell her.
She slides out of your lap before you can stop her and leaves. You laugh wetly, not really surprised by her fleeting attention. Though it had been really nice to get a cuddle from her and an 'I love you' with no prompting, you can't say you blame her for fleeing. She didn't sign up for your blubbering all over her.
You pick at a loose thread at the stitching of your sweatpants.
"Tell her!" Roan says from just outside the door.
You look up as she pulls her dad back into the room. Eddie has a rag over his shoulder and a concerned frown playing on his lips.
"What happened?" he asks, stricken by your tearstained face.
"Tell her!" Roan repeats, tugging at his hand.
Eddie's eyes soften. "I love you, sweetheart," he tells you.
You smile as he picks Roan up and sits on the bed in front of you. It's nice to hear him say it, nicer to see him and your favourite girl sitting in front of you.
"What's wrong?" he asks again, reaching for your hand, the other wrapped around Roan's shoulders.
You'll tell him the truth later, but for now Roan's eyes are on you, and she'd gone to get her dad when she saw you crying — which is, frankly, one of the cutest things she's ever done — so you just want to reassure her that you're alright.
"Nothing important. I feel better now."
Roan's mild frown perks up. "I knew it! Daddy aldways makes me feel better."
You squeeze Eddie's hand. "You're right, Ro. Always makes me feel better too. Something about you Musnon's..." You take her face into your hand, relieved at their twin expressions of reassurement. "Must be these pretty brown eyes."
You sneak a look full of meaning up at Eddie.
"She does have nice eyes," he mumbles.
"'Xactly." You thumb at her appled cheeks. "Thanks, baby. You saved the day."
Roan falls back into Eddie's chest away from your hand with a shy giddiness. "You' welcome."
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sweethoneycn · 7 months
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Obsessed With You
This is a big HAPPY MF BELATED BDAY to @pandorxxx. This was supposed to come out ON her bday, but my adult life has prevented me from being great.
Minors DNI ☢️
Plot: You had a long day, failed trainings and disrespect from the last person you expected. When you make it home you were expecting nothing but relief, however the person you called your own was willing to make you beg for it. And two can play at that game.
Word count: 4.6k
Warnings: just straight smut, I don’t really want to spoil it for her lol
Comments: I tried so hard at this. The end seems a little rushed to me but either way I just wanted to make the birthday girl happy. I hope you like it - and again happy belated birthday! 🤍 @pandorxxx
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“Come on you're better than this” Neteyam takes the bow from your hands and re-positions it in his own. Gliding the bow through the string, he pulls it taught, muscles rippling. “I've taught you so many times to straighten your spine, eye has to be level with the tip of the bow head”
You stand off to the side while he demonstrates. You’ve been at this for hours. Jake has made it clear that you’re not apt for bow hunting and to just let it go, and that you can find yourself useful elsewhere, but Neteyam insists that there's a “hunter” within you, he refuses to give up. You hate this. It's almost like your silent pleas to stop are going ignored and your constant failure just makes you look bad at this point. You watch on anyways as he shows you the same thing he's demonstrated a million times. Crossing your arms over your chest, a scowl painting your face since you just couldn't help it. You just wanted to go home.
“Y/n can you focus?” he snaps his fingers in front of your face “Please?” but how could you? This was boring at its best and that's on a good day. Earlier you hit one target and thought that was the end, until you saw that spark in your brother in law's eyes and he forced you to keep going. You get it, it's a useful skill and all but it just wasn't your cup of tea. The humans were gone forever, well, at least for now. It was not necessary to learn. But Neteyam was adamant that since it's happened before, it can surely happen again. He had a point when he said that him and Lo’ak can't always protect you. You know that much, but you can't help the other things that occupy your mind. The thoughts that pulled you out of your tasks during the day. It was consuming, like a black hole that swallows everything that comes within a one mile radius of it.
“Bro.. I'm trying. It doesn't make it any easier when I'm tired” you say, grabbing the bow from his hands. He studies you quizzically, huffing out a small breath of air. Shaking his head as he turns to face the target.
“You sound like Lo’ak now” dropping the bow to your side, you turn to him. “And? What's your point?” he could see now that what he said didn't sit right with you. Because what the fuck does that mean? Yeah, so? You’ve developed his mannerisms and personal lingo. So what. Lo’ak has proved his worth to this clan time and time again. Worked day in a day out to keep the people that he loved safe. Because of them, he's rarely home, and for a newly mated couple that didn't settle well with you. Neteyam had plenty of time with his mate, uninterrupted and since he's the golden child, no one bat an eye. Lo’ak takes one moment for himself, for you and he’s looked at like he's lazy. His efforts constantly went unnoticed, where at any point is that fair? You couldn't stand it. So naturally you wanted to defend him. He was yours and no one else's.
“There's nothing wrong with being like him, we need more people like him” Neteyam laughs “like what? Defiant and lazy?” throwing the bow on the ground, you turn to him entirely, not hiding the fact that he's pissing you off. Not just because Lo’ak is your mate but because hes done nothing wrong or lazy to be labeled that way.
“So him saving your life was lazy?” you step closer. “You didn't wake up for weeks and he never left your bedside and you have the unmitigated gall to call him lazy?” you look him up and down, he gulps hard and tries to take a step back.
“Why don’t you show some fuckin gratitude?” his eyelids flutter in shock. Bending down you pick up the bow, pull the string and aim for the target. One deep breathe in and you send it flying into the bullseye. When you faced him, you half expected his expression to be unchanged but to your surprise, he was smiling. Your breathing was heavy, uncaring that you just hit the target as if you've been doing this for years, but you couldn't swallow back how angry he just made you. He steps into you with that same annoying smile still on his face, placing his hand on your shoulder.
“There it is,” he whispers. What? You think to yourself. What the fuck was that? He takes the bow from you.
“I love my baby brother, and I am grateful that he saved my life” he turns his body to you, his expression slightly more serious but still playful. “And I’m almost offended that you'd believe the words I just said about him”
“What the fuck Neteyam.. That’s so low”
He turns to walk away, seeming his job to set that beast within you loose was done. He knew picking at his brother would do the trick. Even though he didn't mean a single word he said about him being lazy, he still found it necessary to aid you in your training. He laughs walking away with his back to you.
“It worked didn't it?” and then he was gone. And you were still angry.
Still fuming from Neteyams antics, you pack up with haste. This day was too mentally exhausting to stay locked within the confines of this training arena, any longer. Slinging your bag over your shoulder you walk home, a smile creeping on your face since you knew who was there waiting for you. And fuck were you desperate for a release.
Lo’ak had this thing where he denied you an orgasm every once in a while. It was always close to your heats. He said it added “fuel” to your sex life but in reality it just frustrated you. But maybe that was the goal anyway. Your footsteps became heavy as you climbed the hill to your hut. From the distance you could see the soft glow of the lights inside. He was awake, good. Tonight you weren't taking no for an answer.
Opening the door you're met with him at his desk, three monitors splayed in front of him as the white glow from the screens illuminated his body. His headphones were on so he couldn't hear you come in. Throwing your things on the floor near the door you creep up behind him. Covering his eyes with your hands. He giggles, pulling them down to place a soft kiss to your palm.
“Hey baby” he coos, turning his seat around to face you. He pulls you in by the hips and kisses you softly on the lips. “How was training?” you roll your eyes wrapping your hands around his neck, settling onto his lap, purposely applying more pressure than necessary, earning yourself a small groan from him.
“I dont wanna talk about it” you say, leaning in to kiss his neck. Lo’ak wasn't one to let his girl sulk. It bothered him when you wouldn't talk about your day. If it went well, he wanted to hear about it. If it was difficult and left you unwilling to talk, he wanted to fix it. That's just how he was. So it made sense why Neteyams words left such a bitter taste in your mouth. Even though he only said it to encourage you. It was still fucked up. Pulling your arms from around his neck, he sits up straight in his chair with you on his lap.
“Talk to me” he says softly, brushing a piece of hair out of your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. His touch was always like electricity to you. A shock wave down your spine, so strong that if it were real you'd be paralyzed in an instant. Closing your eyes you lean into his hand, shoulders relaxing and all the tension leaving your body.
“Your brother is an asshole” you sulk, he laughs, “yes.. I know” he says, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek.
“What did he do to my baby to make her so upset? Hm?”
“I don't know if I should say it”
This caught his attention. Surely it couldn't be that bad that you felt like you couldn't tell him. He couldn't help but to become possessive.
“Baby.. did he touch you?” he says with a serious face. His brows pulled tight in the middle of his forehead. You look up at him, quickly reassuring him.
“No! Oh my god no.. it's what he said” he relaxes back into the chair, relieved.
“Then what is it?” you gulp, looking him deep in the eye. He met your gaze, scanning your face as he waited for an answer. Anything would do at this point.
“He called you lazy.. Defiant.. It pissed me right off”
Lo’ak nods his head and you drop your eyes, fiddling with your hands that rested on his lower belly. You looked up when you were met with silence, scared that his feelings would be hurt. But just like Neteyam caught you off guard tonight, so did the smile that Lo’ak now had on his face. You straighten your back, narrowing your eyes at him.
“What?” you ask ominously.
“I told him to do that”
You gasp, punching his chest. He wasn't fazed, of course, your hits to him were like mosquito bites.
“What the fuck!”
“Did it work?” he laughs, catching your next punch in his hand. To which you stop the next attack you had planned.
“Yes” you pause, rolling your eyes at him. “It did”
You understood the lengths they had to go to get you to the point of finally hitting that target and showing what you were truly made of. But it didn't piss you off any less. You were ready to jump down his brother's throat, rip it out and throw it at him for what he said. Your cheeks blushed with the realization that you were played, and for a moment looked foolish for how you acted. But you didn't regret it, at any moment, if anyone disrespected Lo’ak you were ready for that battle. You didn't give a shit who it was.
“I hate you” you tease. He laughs, pulling you into him by the back of your neck, hovering his lips over yours, his eyes darting up and down as he inhales your breath. Your belly flipped and rolled with how close he was. You haven't come in weeks and he knew what he was doing. Kissing the corner of your mouth he moves his lips to your ear.
“You still hate me?” His voice was low and soft as velvet. It sent a shiver down your spine and made your pussy throb. Surely that's all it would take under your circumstances. Swallowing the lump that formed in your throat, you gasp when he suddenly pulls you by your queue, pulling your head down. A pathetic whimper escaping past your already parted lips. Attacking your neck with his feverish kisses he moans into your skin, his hands rough and calculated while he keeps you glued to his lap.
“So what does daddy have to do? Hm?” he whispers into you. His free hand gliding up the side of your waist, snaking his arm around your back and untying the strings to your top. The fabric slides down your chest exposing your already swollen and puckered nipples. He gives you no time to register what just happened before you feel his warm wet tongue around your erect bud, you moan into the silent night, placing your hands on his knees as you press your chest further into his mouth, his grip on your hair still tight. Pretty soon he was moving to the other, lapping up the raised flesh as if he were hungry - but his tongue was slow and taunting.
“Mm my god.. It's been weeks lo’ak” you moan. Your silent plea’s desperate and painfully obvious to him. But he didnt care, this is what he spent those weeks trying to achieve. He was a mastermind at making you needy. Now he had you exactly where he wanted you. Coming off your nipple with a ‘pop’ he sits back, letting go of your hair in the process. Licking his lips as you groan in frustration at the loss of contact. Eyes heavy and wanting, you sit up straight.
“Please.. I need it”
You needed him to keep going, to make you feel good. There was nothing worse in this world than being denied an orgasm. Well, aside from being murdered, or attacked by an animal. Not being able to come was equally as worse to you. Your body filled with want as he looked at you, his broad chest and well defined arms, flexing as he shifted under you. He could act like he didn't want this any more than you did but his growing bulge that was pressing against your center determined that was a lie.
Placing your hands on his chest you slide forward, his tip pressing painfully into your pussy. He was rock hard and you were soaking wet. There was not going back now, only forward.
“Please?” you beg again, batting your long lashes at him. He was unfazed - and you slowly start to realize that he doesn't plan on doing anything about it. You were too desperate, deciding to grind your hips into his, creating that friction that you needed. His eyes glide down your naked chest, to the hips that were moving in circles against his cock. Biting his lip he looks up at you, his pupils dilating.
“If you want it then take it, you know what to do baby” he leans back, locking his fingers behind his head. You knew what he meant, but you wanted him to take control. To dominate you, and deep down he wanted to. But in reality, you're the one that wants to come and he's just simply going to let you.
Bending your knees you pull your feet from under you, resting them on either side of his thighs. He makes no move to touch and it only makes you more needy. Not wanting to burden yourself with untying your loincloth, you reach down in between your legs to pull it to the side, but the snickering of his teeth stops you. You look up to see him shaking his head.
“Take it off,” he demands, his eyes on your hands. The look he's giving you like the heat within a blue flame. Hot and perfectly controlled as it flickers behind his eyes. You were in no position to protest since he had no issue with making you wait. Letting out a frustrated groan, you slide off his lap, finding purchase on his thighs to push yourself straight to stand. He watches you intently as you struggle with the string around your tail, sweating while you tug, only making the knot tighter. He still made no movement to help you.
“Come on!” you moan, desperation as the strings fight against you. You didn't understand why you couldn't just slide it to the side. But what daddy says, goes.
I know, it sounds weird. But it has nothing to do with having daddy issues. It's typical for others to think you have an estranged relationship with your father and seek those fatherly affections from your spouse, but in your case. That's not quite the reason. It turned him on and it turned you on as well. Simple.
With no luck using your fingers, you reach down into your hip sheath and remove your knife. Hooking it under the strings on your hip and yanking upward severing the piece in two. A smile creeps on your face, elated that you're free and can finally get what you've been begging for. Letting out a sigh of relief you look at Lo’ak. Your eyes scanned his body, his legs slightly parted and his hips ready to be sat on. Wiggling his finger at you.
“Come here”
You do as you're told with no hesitation. Obeying him was never a problem for you. It was the attitude and the bitch face you couldn't control. But amongst many things, he could deal with that.
Hips swaying and lips pouted, you walk over to him. Seduction is what you are, sex appeal in its most intricate form. He was mesmerized by you. Mouth watering and cock hard and ready as you straddle his hips, wrapping your dainty fingers around the armrests of his chair. Getting comfortable, you scoot further up his lap, brushing your hard nipples against his chest. He let out a low groan, grabbing fistfuls of your ass in his large hands.
“You wanna come?” he asks, pulling you into him. His firm grip on you makes you shake with arousal. You cup the back of his neck. Delicate stray hairs brushing against your warm skin. Biting your lip and nodding your head in response.
“Words baby”
If anything his voice alone will make you come.
“I wanna come” you dip down, planting a sloppy kiss to his lips. “Please?” you beg for good measure - in hopes that he will finally give in and give you what you want.
He draws tiny circles on your thighs. The look in his eyes indicating something that you werent ready to manage. It was starting to become frustrating and even that was an understatement.
“Please” you repeat again. Batting your lashes as you rub his chest, grinding your bare pussy onto his covered cock - so hard and swollen that you didn't need to see it to know. He trailed hot kisses along your throat, nibbling at your flesh - paying attention to that sensitive spot just below your ear, growling as his lips danced over your skin. Sparks ignited in between your thighs, grinding your now swollen bud against him. Gripping your ass he squeezes hard, earning soft, yet aggressive moans from you. You were hungry and he was ready to feed you.
“Mm, you know what I like the most?” He asks. His hands moving agonizingly slow against your flaming skin. You also didn’t care what he liked right now, you just needed to be fucked and you couldn’t sit here hot and bothered any longer as he sits below you - but despite your needs you entertain his question for a moment.
“What?” You whisper softly. The slow, seductive whine of your hips never stops. It felt too good. He looks up at you, a smirk coming across his face, flashing you his pristine and sharp canines. God, he was so sexy.
“I like when you beg for it” it came out as a growl. The way his voice dipped sent your head reeling. The soft and sultry tone of his bass was like it was injected via a syringe right to your brain. And to you it was the best kind of addiction, because this was one you couldn’t live without.
“Mm p-please.. I can’t do this any longer” your head drops into the space between his shoulder and head, grinding your hips harder than you were before - because any amount of pressure would suffice at this point. And he was holding out, so it only made you take control.
Planting your feet on either side of his thighs, you hover above him. Working your weak nimble fingers on the strings of his loincloth. Looking up briefly you catch him eyeing you, his eyes following every one of your movements. He was really going to make you work for it. Pulling the last string you set him loose, his cock springing straight up and hitting his lower belly. He pulls his lip in between his teeth, breathing in a sharp ‘hiss’ at the sting it left behind - while you stare wide eyed at his hard and painfully red cock, jumping to be touched, already oozing his sweet pre cum. He bites his lip, looking at his cock and then up at you.
Taking his cock in your hand you stroke it from the tip down, coating his length with his own cream. Moving your hand in a fluid motion, his breathing began to pick up, however he was still unmoving. Working him, your pussy dripped onto his thighs. Your sweet nectar glistening under the dim light in his room. Coming up from his shaft you twirl you thumb around his tip slowly. Hallowing your cheeks you gather spit, leaving forward to spit in his throbbing cock. He jumped at the warm sensation, a small whimper escaping passed his parted lips.
His small sound made you smile. Pumping him a few more times to see what you could get out of him, because those sweet sounds was like music to your ears.
“Mm he’s so swollen” you whisper, paying more attention to the head. “I wanna feel it swell inside” looking up at him you continue to fist his cock, wet noises coming from your spit. Biting your lip you tilt your head to the side, keeping eye contact with him.
“Can I?” You begin. “Can I feel it daddy?” Your voice was desperate, begging without even needing to. He could sense it and he was losing all control. He planned on making your work for it but he just couldn’t hold back anymore. Sliding his hands under your thighs and cupping your ass, he lifts you off his lap, his muscles rippling as he hovers you over his cock that was now poking right at your entrance.
“Fuck” he growls into your ear. “You wanna feel it? Hm?”
“Yes!” You moan.
Aligning the head up with your soaked cunt, he lowers you down allowing just the tip to slip in.
“Yeah? Like that?” He moans, lowering you more, but not enough to fill you. Your chest began to tighten as he repeatedly lifted you and lowered you up and down agonizingly slow on his cock. Your pussy making the wetness, most sloppy noises.
“Mmm f-fuck p-please” you breathe “put it in!”
“You want me to fuck this pussy?” He lowers you more. “Make you come?”
“Mhm” you nod your head biting your lip.
“Yeah?” He says, looking up at you as he slowly, inch by inch fills your pussy. Your walls hugging around him like the perfect puzzle piece.
Your mouth hung wide, taking him straight to the hilt. You’re breathing matching his as you both shared a breath, foreheads touching.
Placing your feet in their original spot, you positioned yourself on them, adjusting your hips just enough to raise off his cock and side back down. Only this time you didn’t want it soft, by slamming your hips into his. He moans, still gripping the underside of your thighs.
“Oo yes.. make yourself come” he growls, looking down to see where you both are now connected. Watching as you slammed into his hips repeatedly. You were so lost in the sensation from his cock kissing your cervix, over and over again”
“Make yourself come on daddy’s dick baby”, loosening his grip under our thighs he slows you down, extending his neck until his lips are level with your ear.
“Yes nice and slow, just like that” he whispers. You do as instructed and ride him slow, moaning in his ear, the heat rising from the tips of your toes, up into your lower belly.
“Good girl” he praises, planting small sloppy kisses to your neck.
His body began to sweat as he fucked you slowly. Coming undone under you as he didn’t give a fuck what type of noises he was making anymore. He was desperate to feel you come, and to fill you to the brim shortly afterwards. He bites his lip, grunting behind his teeth, moaning as he feels your slick drip from your pussy down to his balls. He sucks in a short breath, one hand coming from under you and wrapping around your waist, he pulls you into him, your hands grip the back of his deck and he leans forward. Looking over your ass to watch his cock disappear in you.
“Oh f-fuck” he moans. “Fuck you’re so sexy”
His hands grip your ass, pulling them upward to help you keep up with the pace.
“Fuck.. just like that baby”
Your belly tightened, every inch of his cock separating you with precision. Your legs shook as he bounced you up and down on his cock, head and eyes rolling as you tried to think rationally. But you couldn’t with him between your legs - fucking you agonizingly slow.
“Ooo that’s gonna make me come” you breathe. “Yes!” You declare. His head hitting that same spongy spot over and over again. Suddenly he grips the hair on the base of your neck, and pulls you away from him to whisper in your ear.
“Go ahead.. come so I can feel it on my dick” he moans, his thrusts becoming more firm. “Yess, baby”.
His soft voice was driving you there, talking you through it as your first orgasm ripped through you. Your mouth hung open wide as your pussy fluttered around his hard and throbbing cock. He could feel every inch of you, sucking him in.
“Mmm yes baby, come on daddy’s dick” he growls, squeezing the skin of your ass so hard it was leaving small bruises in its place. “Just like that.. mhm”
Your moans were broken, seeing stars as you came down. Breathing heavily, cursing every obscenity that you could think of until you collapsed into his chest.
“M-my god Lo’ak” you whine, lifting your hips to take over on the job. He leans back, locking his hands behind his head - allowing you to take over. He watched as your pussy swallowed him whole, almost like he was made specifically for your body.
“Oh fuck.. that’s gonna make me come” he whimpers. Looking up at you with desperation, brows pulled tight in the middle of his forehead. Mouth hanging open, practically panting like a little dog. You bounced harder, gripping his shoulders for leverage. Taking every inch of him.
“F-fuck! Baby fuck”
He squeezes his eyes closed tight, the shock of his orgasm running straight through him.
“Oh god…” he says. Filling you up until there was nothing left.
His breath evened, and his heart slowed. Sweaty and spent he places his head on your chest, coming down from his high.
“I swear to god I’m obsessed with you” he whispers. Making you chuckle, planting a small kiss on his forehead while he’s still buried deep inside you.
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beom-pyu · 11 months
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inside out ☆⋆。𖦹°‧★ choi beomgyu
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choi beomgyu x g!n reader , tags: established relationship , non idol au , angst w a slightly happy ending <3
warnings: arguing, name calling (only "stupid", but just in case!), past toxic relationships, not explicitly stated but gyu's ex cheated on him, almost breaking up, shared tears, gyu has bad coping mechanisms, cheating accusations, mentions of therapy (this is not glorifying toxic relationships!)
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beomgyu is silent during your drive home from the party, one hand on the wheel and the other under his chin as if he's deep in thought. you feel anxious in the silence, shifting around in your seat, glancing over at him every few seconds.
this had been your dynamic all night and you have no idea why. he had seemed so excited to go your friend's get together, nearly bouncing off the walls before you two left; but by the time you were settled with a drink in your hand, it was as if a switch had flipped in beomgyu's head and he turned stone cold. you tried to not let it get to you, but you couldn't help that sinking feeling in your gut when he would barely talk to you.
you had excused yourself from the conversation you were having with your close friend, yeonjun, standing up to find beomgyu in the kitchen, sipping on a can of sprite.
"hey, gyu," you spoke softly, trying not to show how bothered you really were. maybe he was just tired, or didn't feel well. you hated jumping to conclusions, but your mind raced with a million thoughts and it made you dizzy. all beomgyu did was hum in response as you leaned into his side, looking up at him. "you okay, baby?"
"yep." beomgyu's lips pressed into a thin line, his eyebrows raising with the slightest hint of annoyance, but you didn't miss the expression. you felt a little hurt, but you tried to think of any possibility that didn't involve you being the culprit of his sour mood.
"y/n, come look at this!" yeonjun called from the living room, a few of your friends doubled over in laughter from a video playing from his phone.
"one sec!" you shouted from where you stood before turning your attention back to beomgyu. "you coming?"
"nah, i'll stay here," beomgyu forced a smile towards you, his eyes not quite bunching up into the pretty crescent moons you were used to.
"you sure...? we can leave if you're not feeling well," you pouted, reaching up to brush some hair out of his eyes. beomgyu leaned into your touch, but shook his head in response.
"no, i'm okay. go ahead."
and maybe you should've stayed next to him. maybe you should've insisted on leaving—but then your name was called again and again, and you finally left beomgyu's side.
if something was wrong, he'd tell you, right?
right?
that proved to be false as you ride home in silence, the only noise coming from the tap of his fingers on the steering wheel and the hum of the car.
you want to ask him what's wrong, but this has happened before, too many times to count, and you know it'll just end up in an argument so you try to keep your lips shut. his hand isn't on your thigh like it usually is and he won't even look at you. the uncertainty is eating away at you slowly and the words that spill out of your mouth without a second thought.
"gyu… did i do something?"
a beat of silence passes, and then another, and then another, and then another, before he finally sighs.
"no."
the word comes out thick and rough, and you both know he's lying to prevent any arguments as well. his answer makes you feel even worse and you curl in on yourself, turning your head to look out the window.
"you can just tell me if i did something to upset you," you say under your breath. you know he heard. you wanted him to hear.
beomgyu is silent again and you get the sudden urge to cry. you're sensitive about things like this, still scarred from your last relationship. it's not beomgyu's fault that you react this way— moments like these just give you the worst deja vu and you can't help it.
"can we talk when we get home?" your voice has no strength, cutting off into a mumble near the end. you can hear beomgyu shift in his seat.
"yeah."
and the car is silent again. it's silent as you head up the elevator to your apartment. it's silent as you take your shoes off and arrange them nicely by the front door. it's silent as you anxiously wait on the couch while beomgyu showers before going in for your own, the mirror still damp with condensation. you hate showering separately.
the air in your shared bedroom is thick as you walk in. suddenly, the air is too cold and you curse yourself for choosing to wear shorts to sleep. you head over to your vanity to do the rest of your skincare routine while beomgyu shuffles about the room behind you.
you know he wants to say something, but he doesn't. and it's driving you crazy.
you try to think of everything, anything you could have possibly done to make beomgyu upset, but nothing comes to mind. heavy guilt sits on your shoulders for something you have no idea you even did.
you're always the first to speak in situations like this. you know how beomgyu is. he shuts down until you both forget about the problem or end up in an explosive fight and you really don't want either of those things to happen.
you wish he felt more comfortable being open and honest with you, but that was his own baggage to unpack. you have been together for a year and there is still so much you haven't learned about him yet. you want to know. you want this to work.
you take a deep breath, standing to walk over to where beomgyu stood at the dresser, digging through one of the drawers to pick out a shirt to sleep in.
"beomgyu," you start, your voice soft and open. you don't want this to be a fight—you just want to talk.
beomgyu glances up at you before looking back down in his drawer. it never takes that long to pick out a t-shirt to sleep in.
"hm?" he replies, refusing to look at you. you sigh, wringing your hands nervously in front of you. you shouldn't be this anxious, you really shouldn't, but the vile feeling crawls up your spine and curls around your throat and everything feels a little too warm all of a sudden.
he's mad at you. he's mad at you. he's mad at you.
"are you mad at me?"
beomgyu's movements pause for a moment before continuing.
"no, i'm not mad at you."
your anxiousness begins to mix with frustration at the words. why is he beating around the bush? if he has something to say, he should just say it. you try to contain your emotions, scanning his face for any sign of what he’s thinking. his eyebrows are tightly nit together, his lips are stiff, and his shoulders are tense. you want nothing more than to reach over and wrap him up in your arms.
"why were you upset tonight? you barely talked to me at the party," you start, arms crossed over your chest, a frown settled onto your lips. beomgyu scoffs at the words, lifting his head to finally look you in the eye.
"well maybe if you weren't fucking flirting with yeonjun right in front of me, i could've had space to talk to you," beomgyu sneers, his eyes glaring into yours. you feel a hot flash course through your body, your brows furrowing in confusion.
"beomgyu, what are you talking about? i wasn't flirting with yeonjun!" you feel sick at beomgyu even thinking to accuse you of something like that.
"yes you were, y/n! he was all over you and you just... you just let him! laughing and shit like he was the funniest guy in the world," beomgyu rolled his eyes, his voice raising slightly in tone.
it's as if everything goes from 0 to 100, the tension rising in the room quickly. your palms are sweaty and you can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears, trying to not let the hot tears stinging from your eyes spill over. you're an angry crier and you hate it.
everyone in the world knows you and yeonjun are just friends, strictly friends, and that's it. you have been friends longer than you and beomgyu have been together. what surprised you the most is that beomgyu has never shown any type of discomfort with your friendship, so you have no idea where any of this is coming from.
"you know we're just friends. why is it suddenly a problem?" your voice is filled with tiredness and frustration, coming out weaker than intended. beomgyu, on the other hand, seems to be getting angrier and angrier with each word that leaves your mouth.
"are you fucking stupid, y/n? anyone could see how close you guys were tonight. stop acting like you didn't notice." his words are sharp and pierce through you, his head looking back down at the drawer despite already having a shirt in his hands.
"what the fuck, beomgyu?" your words crack on the last syllable. through all the arguments you have had, he has never had it in his right mind to degrade you, out of all things.
that was when you broke, the tears spilling past your eyes before you could even attempt to hold them back, hands shaking at your sides.
beomgyu wasn't looking at you—instead, his gaze was frozen the shirt gripped in his hand. his eyes looked far away and his chest was rising and falling at an unnatural rhythm.
"this isn't going to work," beomgyu whispers, dropping the shirt back into the drawer with a sigh. you watch as he tilts his head back to blink away incoming tears.
you feel that nasty feeling sitting deep in your gut because you know. you know these arguments aren't sustainable for a healthy relationship. you've ranted to your friends one too many times and went to bed crying one too many times.
your tears won't stop falling, and you're sure beomgyu can hear your quiet hiccups—nonetheless, he doesn’t move an inch.
"let's just go to bed," beomgyu mumbles, but you shake your head even though he's not looking in your direction.
"no, gyu, we need—we need to talk about this." you sound desperate, voice watery from your hot tears as you take a few steps closer to him.
"there's nothing to talk about. you look happier with yeonjun. i should just—i should just leave and—"
"will you stop for once, beomgyu? just stop, please." you reach up to touch his arm and that's when you see the steady stream of tears leaving his own eyes.
your heart shatters into a million pieces. this is the man you love, the man you're in love with, and you have no idea what's going through his head. your hand trails down his arm to find his shaky hand, interlacing your fingers together.
he doesn't pull away.
"i—i don't know what i can say right now to convince you that you are the only one i have eyes for. the only one i want to see every day. the only one i want to kiss and hug and touch and love," you begin softly, looking up at beomgyu who has his eyes squeezed shut. “but it’s the truth, gyu. i won’t let you leave after something so trivial.”
beomgyu’s tears pick up at the words, shaking his head as you speak. his eyes are full of guilt and regret as steps a little closer to you, squeezing your hand like it’s his lifeline. 
"i'm sorry. i’m sorry for calling you stupid. i’m so sorry," his eyes are rimmed red and your heart breaks at the sight. "i just—fuck y/n... i'm terrified of losing you. i just get so insecure when i see you have more fun with someone else and i can just picture you leaving me and it drives me fucking insane."
you nod slowly, acknowledging his feelings and taking a moment to actually hear him. amidst all the anger and insecurities, nothing but fondness sits in your heart when you look up at your boyfriend's face. he's struggling with his own battles, and all you can do is be there for him.
"we... we can work through this, gyu. i don't want anybody else, but you. i only need you."  your tears don't stop as you pull him closer, his body melting into yours as he cries into your hair.
"i don't know, gyu. maybe we can try therapy, if that's something you'd like. we'll go together, okay? we'll find a way," you speak into his warm chest and you feel him nod and let go of your hand briefly to wrap his arms around your waist. his body melts into yours as burying his face into your neck, inhaling the scent of your body wash.
"yeah, i'd like that," he replies and you let out a relieved breath of laughter.
"i love you. i’ll remind you every single day if that’s what you need," you mumble, a hand coming up to draw patterns on his chest as you guys rock side to side.
"i know. i'm sorry," beomgyu whispers back, kissing your neck softly. "i love you. so, so much."
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You're old now, ducky
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader
Summary: Post it, it’s not a big deal right? Well, the truth has come out and it isn’t as bad as others make it to be.
Date: December 2017
Warning/s: age gap, that's all, pretty much fluff
Taglist: @benonlinear, @t-stark35, @heyitsme-2, @elleeeee21, @holmesstrange, @tagakalat, @flyestvenustrap, @oldermenaremyreligion, @cherryred444, @avengersheart, @guacala, @pukka-latte
A/N: so uhmmmm I sort of sped my editing process up cause I really wanted to post this already. Like always tell me what you think and happy reading!!
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Let’s put it like this, after months— years in fact of speculation from netizens, one would think that whatever they’ve come up with in the first place would be false. This is just cause paparazzi rumour mostly ends up with it just being, well, paparazzi rumour. People Love proving them wrong, but more so on the fact that some fans would approve of a rumour when it involves one or both of their favourite celebrities.
Now, going back to the paparazzi rumour being, just, paparazzi rumour. Let’s talk about maybe, the 10% that was proven true. You see, paparazzi always find ways to know, more like invade, a celebrities personal life. Even with ones like their current muses Pedro Pascal and Y/N L/N, who are the quietest most private people to date, aside from some slip-ups and relationship rumours with friends and co-stars. So with them, having to go public and show themselves to the world, it might just mean that they and/or their team had enough or they just got fed up with being bombarded and interviewed with the same questions every time.
But based on how they’ve done it, people would think that they’ve just decided to do it because they want to. No pressure, no plans, just them wanting to show their appreciation to the other. Well, that’s just what happened on the eve of Y/n's birthday.
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The day you and Pedro had decided to go public, no one knew. And no one expected that Pedro’s regular post would be as big as this. The post simply consisted of a video and a picture from both of your birthdays, followed by a caption that confirmed all their speculations.
The video started with Shakira’s “Can’t Remember to Forget You,” being blasted in the speakers in the background. The room you were in was decorated with balloons and strings alongside the “Happy Birthday Pedrito” that was strung on the wall, making the people realize this was taken months ago on his birthday. It was also known that Pedro was recording this because if his laugh didn’t give it away, it was his reflection in the mirror behind you. 
Bare-footed, holding pompoms whilst wearing an oversized hoodie filled with Pedro’s face and shades, you stood in front of him, dancing to the beat and singing along. 
“The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight!!”
Pointing a pompom at him, “P continue”
He just continued to laugh as the camera shook. Smiling at him, you wiggled your hips and gave him a look of mischief.
“I can't remember to forget you,”
Taking off your heart-shaped shades, you step closer to him with a wide smile and was seen putting it on him from the mirror behind you. Pulling him up, he tries to keep the camera steady as you tried to make him dance with you. 
“I rob and I kill to keep him with me
I'll do anything for that boy”
You gave him a little tug and laughed as he stumbled a bit, the camera zoomed in on you after that. Your flushed, glitter-covered face was seen but despite the mess you were smiling as hell, his reflection also gave away his expression because he was seen reciprocating your smile.
“I'd give my last dime to hold him tonight
I'll do anything for that boy”
Pulling away, you extended your arms while exaggerating a hug as you lip-synched. As soon as you had your arms around yourself you wiggled shouting “ TO HOLD HIM TONIGHT!”. You were then seen placing your hands in your pockets and pulling out a party hat.
Walking closer to him, “Can you bend down a little,” you asked him, still out of breath. As he moved closer you fixed the party hat before gently placing it on his head with a soft smile on both your faces.
“There,” you said before patting his cheek and placing a party hat on yourself too. Turning to the counter on your left you carried the already lighted cake to him while saying “Happy 42nd, mi Cielo.”
“Thank you, mi sol,” he blew the candle and hugged you, ending the video.
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The picture he posted with this was taken the night of your birthday. The large window and purple carpet by it made it clear that this was in your apartment.
“Happy Birthday to you!!” they sang as they walked to you carrying the cake. Pedro and a friend of yours were seated on either side of you with wide smiles as they waited for the cake that would conclude your “30th year on Earth,” as they say.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear y/n, happy birthday to you!!,” you blew the candle as soon as they finished as claps erupted from the people with you followed by a kiss on the cheek from Pedro who was smiling at you the whole time. 
A friend of yours raised her camera “Come on, let’s take a picture.”
The first couple of shots were good, everything was proper and organized nothing “disastrous” has happened yet. But, of course, it won’t last long as long as you were involved. Dipping your fingers to the cake, you smudged it on the unknowing Pedro’s cheeks up to his nose while he was talking to someone. 
He looked at you, shocked, before he too, dipped his finger in the cake, spreading the icing on your cheek and forehead. You widened your eyes at him because you were not expecting him to do it to you too. But as soon as the shock wore off you were both laughing at your antics, you were then surprised when they called you two for a picture.
Taking the chance, you grabbed his cheeks and stuck them to your icing-covered cheek, and smiled for the camera. It ended up showing a picture of you guys, cheek to cheek, face covered in icing while smiling like crazy. One of your hands was placed on one side of his face and his hands were raised to show how much icing it still has on.
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“I would like to introduce to everyone to my ducky, my sunshine, mi alma, el amor de mi vida, Y/N, who has entered her 30s today. Wishing you the best of luck for this new chapter, hopefully with old little me who's been with you these last two and a half years. Know that we love you so so much and remember to just be yourself, no matter what.
Once again, Feliz cumpleaños querida. This is also a reminder that you’re old now, ducky.”  
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imagine it's 1982 and you really love star wars.
you go looking for other fans to talk about star wars with. you meet someone. "my favorite character is boba fett," they say. "cool! i love boba fett, he's such a great bad guy," you reply. the person you're talking to suddenly becomes deadly serious. "what? he's not a bad guy," they respond. "how could you even think that? what's wrong with you?"
you laugh nervously, thinking this is some kind of jokey deliberate-reading-against-the-text gag, but it becomes clear your new friend is absolutely deadly serious about this. unsure what to do, you try to redirect the conversation to subjects other than boba fett. you try talking about the first movie. but it turns out this person has an entire bonkers reinterpretation of the first movie where it's all about showing how luke and han and leia will be ultimately unable to succeed on their own, thus foreshadowing the eventual arrival of boba fett as fourth co-protagonist. you try pointing out that if there's a fourth protagonist surely it would be lando, and ignoring him seems kind of maybe a tiny bit racist? this goes over even worse.
you start to avoid this person. you seek out other fan spaces. but people who are like this about boba fett keep showing up. you feel increasingly insane every time you talk to them, hearing yourself saying obvious things like "well, uh, that's certainly one interpretation, but i feel like if darth vader has to caution you not to disintegrate people that might be a sign you're a villain?" and having them laugh in your face like this is absurd and offensive. you gradually realize that while most star wars fans aren't like this, everyone normal has learned to politely avoid talking about boba fett and other subjects that trigger the boba fett guys, because nobody wants to deal with them. you learn to only talk about star wars in closed communities that don't have any boba fett stans.
the saddest part of this is that over time it makes it very, very hard for you to enjoy boba fett, a character you used to really genuinely like.
the first trailer for return of the jedi drops. the boba fett guys go nuts, insisting that this proves their ultimate vindication is at hand, despite the fact that actually he's barely in the trailer. "uh, guys, i don't know about that," you say cautiously, kind of alarmed at how they're setting themselves up for disappointment. "i think boba fett might be a really cool character but not actually a super important one, and maybe he's just going to die in a sarlaac pit halfway through the movie and the rest will be about luke defeating darth vader." the boba fett guys respond by screenshotting your posts (social media exists in this version of 1982 for purposes of this analogy. work with me here) to publicly make fun of you. how could anyone possibly be dumb enough to think this, they say.
return of the jedi comes out. boba fett dies in the sarlaac pit. the boba fett stan community goes even more nuts than usual and schisms into a faction who are insisting that this is all part of a plan to resurrect boba fett like jesus in episode 7 and a faction who insist that george lucas has personally betrayed them. some of the latter faction manage to take control of the fan campaign to get more movies made despite the fact that they've explicitly said they don't actually want any more movies.
this is what my experience of ofmd fandom has been like.
#271.
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hi could u pls write a fic where reader works at the bear and has an anxiety attack during service one night and escapes to the walk in or the alley and Richie immediately notices what’s going on and goes to find her and he knows how to comfort her cause he’s been there before many times :( and reader is mortified at first cause she’s been crushing on him and doesn’t want him to see her like that but he’s so sweet and reassuring and the best ncnejgbnsnwkfjnwhfjsn
His chest is warm where it falls and rises under your palm. In and out. In and out. You focus on the rhythm and the sensation of his silky jacket lining on your arm.
...
It had all been too much today. You couldn’t place why. Nothing particularly bad had happened. But the everyday had grated against your edges leaving you frayed and wound tight. Too loud. Too demanding. And the shift had stretched out ahead of you like an endless, exit-less corridor. You’d felt the panic rising from your belly, tried to suppress it before it squeezed the air from your lungs, but it was as inexorable as the tide. Your hands had begun to shake and you had turned and fled.
...
Richie knew first-hand and up close how you were feeling. He had the bathroom cabinet full of Xanax to prove it. He just wasn’t sure he knew how to help. He had sat down by your side and the ground had felt cold through his suit pants.
Your hands were squeezed into tight fists on your knees. Gently he took one of your hands in his, working his fingers between yours until the fist relaxed. He had stayed like that for a moment, watching your shoulders heave with shaky breaths, too fast, too shallow. Unsure of what to say, he had pressed your hand to his chest.
“You feel me breathin? I want you to do the same.”
...
You sit by him, matching your breaths to his, for what feels like an age. The tightness in your chest eventually begins to subside and is all too quickly replaced by embarrassment. Your face feels hot and fat tears rest against your lashes making your vision swim.
“Sorry..” you pull your hand away from his body, it feels cold, “I umm.. so fucking stupid..” you scramble to stand up, “thanks though.. you shouldn’t have had to..”
Richie pushes up to stand too and rests his hand on your shoulder when you turn to leave.
“S’alright. I’ve been there.”
“I just feel stupid.. I.. it’s not like there’s even anything wrong..”
He looks at you, steady and appraising. He doesn’t believe you and you can tell. It makes you feel exposed.
“Anyway, I should be getting back out there.”
He shakes his head, “Nuh-uh.. I don’t think so.”
“Richie, please, I’m fine.. I can’t miss the shift, I..” the lingering tightness in your throat gives your voice an edge of fear.
“No-one said anything about missing the shift alright..” he thinks on the spot, “but I’ve meanin to ask you to do something for me..”
“My tables though, they’re gonna be..”
“Fuck the tables," his hand squeezes your shoulder, "I got the tables. Come with me.”
...
As you walk back inside, Richie tells you he’s been thinking about refreshing the glassware for the restaurant, but he just hasn’t had the time to look. And you, you have such a great eye for detail. You suspect he’s making it up as he goes along, but by the time you’re sat in the quiet office with hot tea and the task of drawing a up a shortlist of wine glass options, you don’t really care.
“Thanks, Richie..”
“Don’t mention it. Doin me a solid..” he gestures to the laptop, “I fuckin hate that thing anyway. I’ll come check on you in a bit, yeah?”
He winks at you as he leaves, and if it makes your heart beat a little faster for the second time that evening, that's something you're going to keep to yourself.
...
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lucy90712 · 4 months
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omgg girl YOU HAVE TO DO this enemies to lovers fic with pedri where they're lowkey known to hate eachother in school but then one day the reader comes out of the classroom and and has blood on her face and is crying becasue this one dude messed with her and hit her and pedri sees her and is furious and asks her "who did this to you" and the reader refuses to tell him but then eventually gives in because of how mad he is and pedri beats the dude up like really bad, then the reader and pedri are at the nurses office and she asks him why he did that and pedri finally confesses his feelings for her and so does she and they like kiss in the end ?
you're writing style would slayy this prompt soo muchh so pleasee do write itt!, anyways take care of yourself!!, love youu
A/n: I changed up the idea a bit but I really like it so I hope you do too
WC: 2.2k After going the whole year waiting and celebrating all my friends birthdays it's finally my turn as it was my birthday during the week so now my friends are hosting a party for me at one of their places. All week I've been looking forward to this party as I haven't been out in a while because I've had other things to focus on with school and work. I went out and brought a new dress for tonight and everything because I want to look and feel amazing. I'm always the friend that just wearing casual clothes as I'm always too busy to get dressed up but not tonight I'm going to be the one getting all the stares and attention tonight. Usually I would say I don't care about getting attention from guys but tonight I want to prove someone wrong.
Pedri. That asshole football player. I met Pedri when I first moved to Barcelona as he was friends with the friends I made and ever since he's been around. He's like a fly that just won't leave you alone every time I think he's not going to show up he sneaks up on me and my night is ruined. I know for a fact that he will be there tonight because he's part of the friend group and everyone else is always trying to get up to get along but we just don't. For whatever reason Pedri took an instant dislike to me, to begin with I thought he was attractive but any feelings for him other than disgust quickly went away. He's always calling me names or just generally saying awful things to me but to everyone else he's an angel and the sweetest guy ever. The last time I saw him I had gone straight from an 8 hours shift with 4 hours of classes before and I heard him say to someone else that I never look good which is exactly why I want to prove him wrong tonight. 
This morning I took myself to get my nails done and I got my hair cut for the first time in a while and now I've just got out the shower after having washed my hair and shaved. I feel like a whole new person and it feels amazing I don't know why I didn't make more of an effort sooner. The first thing I did was put my dress on then I did my hair and makeup which took a while as I wanted everything to be perfect but eventually I did it and everything couldn't look better. Looking in the mirror I almost didn't recognise myself but I lied the version of me I saw much more than the usual tired mess I usually see. My friends were all going crazy over the picture I sent in our group chat which gave me the boost in confidence I needed to go along with my new look. 
Seeing as I plan to drink tonight I got a cab to my friends place where their party was happening. I purposely arrived a bit late because I want to make an entrance seeing as it's my birthday party and I put all this effort into my appearance I want everyone to notice well I want Pedri to notice. The door was unlocked so I just opened it and walked right in straight away everyone turned to look at me it felt like I was in a movie and for once I was the main character not a background actor. All of my friends immediately made their way over to shower me in compliments but all I was interested in was Pedri. It took me a second but I eventually I caught his gaze and I could see his pupils were dilated and his jaw was slightly open but as soon as he noticed I was looking he turned away. My mission for tonight is already complete now it's time to have fun and channel my hatred for Pedri into the best night of my life so far. 
My best friend got me a drink and then took me off to go and dance with her. She made a playlist of all my favourite songs which she put on and we started dancing together. As we were dancing I had another drink or maybe two so I was definitely on a high but I wasn't drunk nowhere close to it. Somehow I lost my friend and ended up just dancing on my own which was fine until I guy I hadn't met before came over to talk to me. At first he was nice but then he got overly flirty and I just wasn't feeling it, I didn't come here to go home with a guy I just wanted to have fun and let loose. 
Despite my best attempts the guy would not leave me alone and he was really starting to test my patience. His hands were all over my body which made me really uncomfortable but every time I tried moving them his hands went back to where they were if not lower. Once he started squeezing my ass that was enough for me I pulled away but the guy grabbed my arm and held it really tightly. I could tell it was going to leave a bruise but that's was the last of my worries all of a sudden all I could feel was intense panic flowing through my veins I felt as though I hadn't had a drop of alcohol I was so aware of every little touch on my skin. I've never been so scared in my life I've never felt this weak either, usually I'd stand up for myself without any hesitation but right now I can't get any words out and I can't make my body move even an inch. My whole being is now controlled but the fear of what this guy is going to do to me.  
"You know you look super sexy in this dress" the guy whispered in my ear as he put a hand around my throat 
"G-get off m-me" I managed to choke out 
"What you don't want me even though you are practically begging for attention dressed like that" the guy taunted 
That was enough for me I managed to free myself from his hold but I wasn't able to move quick enough to avoid him slapping me for presumably not wanting to sleep with him. I flinched at the pain but I also braced myself for more but it never happened. Suddenly there was someone else stood in front of me who punched the other guy just as I looked up. Everything happened so quickly but time seemed to slow down as I watched the guy that has been harassing me get punched in the face multiple times, even though it wasn't me doing it I felt great knowing someone had my back. 
Once time went back to normal speed and the guy was finally escorted out of the house I finally got to see who had come in to protect me. That someone who I was thanking in my mind just a few seconds ago was Pedri. For once I saw a different look in his eyes instead of disgust and hatred I saw concern and worry. He cared although he has never acted like it he cares about me. That thought sent butterflies through my stomach, for some reason owning that deep down Pedri didn't really hate me made me feel relieved happy even. 
There was a lot of thoughts swirling around in my mind not just about what happened but also about my feelings for Pedri. I was soon brought out off of my spiral though when I noticed Pedri turn towards me and reach his hand out to touch mine which sent a shiver down my spine. I could move as he looked at my wrist which was already starting to bruise and then studied my face which suddenly made me aware of the fact that I could feel something running down my face. 
"Are you ok?" He asked 
"Yeah I'm fine" I replied 
"We both know that's a lie now come with me I'll clean you up" he said 
He offered me his hand so I took it and he lead me through all of the people around who had just gone back to doing whatever they were doing before after watching what unfolded just a few minutes ago. Pedri lead me to the bathroom upstairs which was empty luckily so we went straight in and he locked the door behind us which made me a little nervous all of a sudden. As Pedri looked for the first aid kit I just stood there watching him as I was starting to realise that maybe my attraction towards Pedri hadn't disappeared and had just been buried deep down inside me instead as I was starting to feel the nerves I felt when I first met him again. 
After a while of just staring at him Pedri finally found what he was looking for and turned back to me. He told me to sit on the counter in front of him so I made my way over ready to haul myself up on the surface but instead Pedri put his hands on my waist and lifted me into the counter. Having his hands on my waist felt weirdly comfortable it was as if this had happened a million times before I felt safe almost with his hands on me. He kept one hand on my waist as he gently cleaned up the cut I had on my lip which stung but every time I winced Pedri just squeezed my waist and apologised which somehow made it all better. As he worked to put cream on my lip and wrist I was completely captivated but the way he was sticking his tongue out fully concentrated on making sure he did everything he could to make me better. 
This was the first time I noticed how perfect his face was. His hair, his eyes, his lips and his stubble that was beginning to form were all just so perfect. His hair looked so soft and fluffy. His eyes looked so caring and kind. His lips looked so kissable. Those thoughts had never crossed my mind before but thats simply because I wouldn't let them, I've always been attracted to Pedri but I didn't allow myself to feel these feelings as until today I thought he simply just hated me but this situation has made it clear that he doesn't hate me quite as much as I first thought. 
"There we go, does that feel any better?" He asked 
"It feels a lot better thank you" I replied 
"Now tell me how are you actually feeling and please be honest" he said 
"I'm ok still a bit shaken up but I'll be ok" I said 
"I'm sorry this happened to you that guy was wrong to do that don't think for a second you deserved it because you don't no matter how beautiful you look" Pedri said which took my by surprise as I never expected him to call me beautiful 
"Thank you it means a lot hearing you say that" I said 
"I have to ask why did you help me I thought you hated me" I said 
Pedri just stood there for a few seconds which made me regret actually asking him and not just thinking about the many possible answers. All of my anxieties quickly disappeared though when Pedri closed the gap between us and attached his lips to mine. The feeling of having his lips on mine was out of this world I don't know how to even describe it it almost felt like a void was filled that I didn't know was empty before. Where my lip is cut it definitely stung kissing Pedri but it was so worth it and I'd deal with much more pain if it meant I could kiss him again. Sadly the kiss eventually came to an end but Pedri stayed close to me and wrapped his arms around me even after he'd pulled away. 
"I'm sorry I should've asked you first before doing that but I just couldn't resist" he said 
"It's ok I enjoyed it but you didn't answer my question" I teased 
"I never hated you I hated the fact that I found you so beautiful I told myself that I needed to focus on football and not dating so when we first met I thought it would be easier if I just acted like I hated you but it really didn't help and I just can't pretend anymore" he admitted 
"Well I'm glad you don't hate me as that would've made this all very awkward" I laughed 
"I know I've been awful to you but can we start over?" He asked 
"Of course all is forgiven especially after you helped me out there" I said 
"How about we get out of here and maybe we can talk over some ice cream" he suggested 
"I like the sound of that" I replied 
With that Pedri gave me another kiss which he apologised for as he realised it probably hurt me which it did but I happily kissed him again as he grabbed my hand to lead me outside to his car. I felt a bit bad for leaving my own birthday party but at the same time getting to know Pedri and exploring these newfound feelings sounds a lot more fun. 
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Warnings: nsfw, minors dni, rough sex, dom/sub dynamic, mean dom, impact play, orgasm denial, cockwarming, brat taming, sadism, masochism, degradation, praise, teasing, oral sex (m and gn receiving), overstimulation, dacryphilia, size kink, predator/prey kink, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, roleplay kink, infidelity, somnophilia, jealousy, risky places/public sex, talk of being caught, thigh fucking
Pairings: Muzan Kitbusiji x gn reader, Douma x gn reader, Akaza x gn reader, Gyutaro Shabana x gn reader, Daki/Ume Shabana x gn reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Muzan Kitbusiji
God he is a mean dom
Like a really mean dom. And incredibly dominant in bed in general. Muzan will control you and use any excuse to punish you
Muzan is a sadist who is very much into impact play
He would love to slap any part of you but your ass? Yes. Absolutely
You can't tell me Muzan isn't into denial
If you say it's unfair? Mans gonna slow down, practically only cockwarming you with his hand in your hair. "Are you telling me you know better than me? Really, sweetheart? I thought you were smarter than to think that but I suppose I was wrong." And if you say no? Muzan will only use that as another excuse to fuck the brat out of you, even if you're not actually a brat
Muzan would probably be the type to cockwarm, watching you struggle to stay calm with his cock in your hole 
Muzan either wants to fuck you from behind or while holding you up, just to prove that he is stronger than you
Corruption kink. My god does this man have a corruption kink
Call him master, sir, or lord and he will instantly get hard
Speaking of his dick, let's get into details. Muzan has a pretty dick. Long and girthy with a slight curve that's perfect for filling you
Douma
Douma is a definite freak in the sheets
Another mean dom and a mean tease too
Like. If it's possible for someone to be into everything, Douma would be
Douma particularly likes taming brats that most others fail to tame. He'll probably pretend to be all nice too before punishing you, pushing you down onto his cock, growling in your ear. "You're so good at taking cock, yeah. Just like a good little slut, my own fucktoy. You'll learn, don't you worry, pet." 
Douma mixes praise and degradation
He's way too into cockwarming especially
Douma just wants to watch you cry for his cock, teasing your hole with his fingers as he growls his intentions in your ear
Douma likes to overstim you until you give in and behave for him 
Douma likes the feeling of your mouth on his cock too. Perhaps more than anything else. He grabs you by your hand, pushing your face into his crotch and watching as you take his cock
And dear god the size kink??
Not to mention Douma absolutely adores making you beg and dirty talk of all varieties
MASSIVE predator/prey kink
Douma likes hunting you down and fucking you into submission, slamming you into a mating press amd fucking your hole with his cock, making you squeal and scream as he establishes to you that he's your god and he will hunt you down as he sees fit
Akaza
Akaza is very soft, especially if you're fem but in general too
He just wants to touch your hips, guiding you as you fuck yourself on his cock, his praise growls in your ear
"That's right. Like that. Fuck yourself on me just like that." 
Akaza would feel so bad if he actually hurt you too but he toes that line often with how rough he can when Douma pisses him off
He can't help it :(
Probably has a breeding kink
Akaza wants to fuck you missionary almost all the time, enjoying looking into your eyes and watching how your face contorts as he screws your tight hole
Akaza probably has a big praise kink
Can you say cockwarming?? He's definitely one to want to cockwarm the fuck out of you until you're sitting in his lap, squirming and whining and begging. Even then, Akaza will pretend that he doesn't know if he should push you face down, ass up and rail your ass until both of you are spent and have cum so many times Akaza lost count 
Akaza probably has a big dick too
Definitely loves kissing you while he fucks you, feeling you moan into the kiss as he shoves his tongue down your throat and watch as all you can do is kiss back
Gyutaro
Gyutaro is a freak in the sheets
Let's be very upfront about that 
Gyutaro is someone who has suffered a lot in his life and probably views you as having gotten a much better hand and so. He loves to degrade you, loves to hurt you. Probably denying or overstimulating you until you cry on his cock, degrading you
"That's right. Fucking whore, cry. Fucking cry, cry on my cock you pathetic little bitch. Come on, tell me what you want. Fucking beg, you goddamn slut." 
He, like Douma, also has a predator/prey kink
The feeling of hunting you down, fucking your hole, and claiming you in the most pleasurable of ways. Fucking his cum back into your hole, grabbing your hair and yanking your face back by it and sinking his cock into you again and again
Gyutaro is a big fan of "taboo" fantasies in general with his roleplay kink
Pretending that you're married to someone else yet still letting him fuck you is one of his favorites, especially mixed with his kink of being caught
Gyutaro absolutely wants to either fuck you to sleep or fuck you awake or both. Both is good too
My god. This man will rail you in risky places. On purpose. Yet also the dude is super jealous. Probably gonna kill anyone who catches sight of your nude body
If you try to make him jealous? Instead of taking it out on whatever poor fuck pissed him off (normally the person he sees making "fuck me" eyes at you), he will definitely just fuck you
"You want to be a whore? Fuck around on me, bitch? I can show you what happens to pathetic little whores, fucking painslut."
Gyutaro normally is already decently rough but pissed off? At you? Oh boy
You will not be walking for a WHILE
Gyutaro fucks you like he hates you 99% of the time
Daki/Ume
Submissive pillow princess vibes
Like she would get so whiny and just want you to fuck her with your fingers
She has a massive praise kink and you can't convince me otherwise
Daki just wants to be taken care of. Maybe a bit of a masochist 
Daki is definitely a proper switch though despite how she seems like a complete submissive bitch
As a dom, Daki would definitely be into degradation
"You nasty little pervert. Getting off to me, really?" 
Cue her laughing yet she pulls you close by your face, kissing you roughly and pushing you on your back so she can straddle your thigh. Daki would then start rocking her hips, fucking herself on your thigh as she maintains eye contact with you as a challenge
As a sub, Daki wants praise
"Please! Please, I'm yours. Your princess, please master!" 
Looking up at you with tears running down her face, crawling over to you and rubbing your thigh. All she wants is your approval and praise, whining and whimpering as she shakes her ass to entice you
The type to "drop something" in front of you just to bend over and shake her ass in your face
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