#<- every day i make the same post about solo

[cha0tician]

can't stress enough i love solo sikoa. he is my everything. he is my favorite. i may post about other wrestlers but im not with them. i'm with solo. he's never done anything wrong ever in his life. i am on his side forever and always. idc what he did to your fav. they deserved it. he's completely justified. he's the guy to me even if cody technically """won.""" he is the only reason we continue to have cinema after jey going to raw. i will never forgive the masses for booing him. hes literally everything to me. he is my angel. my baby. i'd say he's like a brother to me but thats a really dangerous thing to be to him but like you get it. he'd never do me like that bc i would never disrespect him and his mission. literally he is just fulfilling his duties he went to the main roster was SENT to assist roman however possible. and he did. and roman was still too weak even with solo carrying him for a year straight. you can't blame him for this. you must be understanding of his breakdowns. if i had done all that just for roman to come back and screw me over even though he owes me so much. i'd be going nuclear. solo is actually behaving very well and handling it very normally. there is no excessive violence in the new bloodline. this is all necessary to show that he is every bit as ruthless as roman is. but you'll notice how good he is. even when he took out jimmy it was with more love and respect than roman ever showed him or jey. he's so polite. solo is probably the most polite man to ever exist. look at his big brown eyes. you think he is evil? with his sweet little face? very quietly and gently giving orders? look how nervous he looks all the time when he's not actively fighting with is all he has ever been taught to do. he's learning on the fly here. roman was a horrible example of a leader. solo is doing so good despite that. he was made to be a weapon for a fallen king and these people have the audacity to boo him for trying to fix things the only way he's ever been shown. for shame.

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Just saw this comment on a story posted a month ago.

*cries in Eddie Munson Solo Series no one wanted to read, interact with or request for*

No shade to the person that commented this on their own fic if you recognize it. It's not their fault. I'm not mad at them. More crying in the tags.

[sketchtastrophee]

old art again!! this time a rough animation of sawyer and yarnaby 😎 (looks better if u click to view 😭)

im working on a short ppt animation rn. im thinking i should post it to my youtube channel, though im not sure if people here would see it. i think i can link videos on here?? idk

okay I'm gonna talk abt more chapter 4 stuff.. this time about prototype's previous identity.. ch4 spoilers and also a theory below..

hiding the solo yarnaby under here LOL

people theorized 1006 was elliot, which was recently disproven in the chapter 4 tape where poppy refers to elliot as her dad and wishes he were there. in the same tape she addresses prototype as a completely different person. also recall that elliot died in the 90s, meanwhile prototype met theo in 1989. so yeah, they aren't the same person

I've also seen people say rich is prototype, which cannot be true either. in a ch4 tape he speaks to one of the employees under his supervision. the kid mentions his coworkers joking about him going missing. before the bbi, it would not make sense for this to be a common rumor at the company, which means this tape had to happen after harley was hired in 1990; at a time when the company would have a reason to silence people

prototype existed in 1989 at the minimum, but considering he says "it's always been about you and me" to poppy, he's likely the prototype of HER. she's elliots daughter, she died in the 60s, meaning prototype was probably created around that time as well.

this means that rich can't be the prototype because he was human long after prototype was made

if you want my take on who prototype truly is, i'd say his identity doesn't necessarily matter. i don't mean to say his origins aren't important, just that his name and specific role in the past probably doesn't mean anything in the long run. i've never believed he was elliot or rich, and maybe in the future i'll be proven wrong but for now i'll tell you the theory i've had since june of last year

elliot's daughter dies in the 60s. he divorced his wife in 1930, so his daughter is probably in her 30s when she dies. she gets sick or injured, maybe she's actively dying or already dead by the time elliot begins his research. he looks for ways to bring her back, but it doesn't work on the rats (as he mentioned a note in the 2nd chapter)

so what does he do? he tries it on something bigger as he said he would: a human. of course he's not going to try this experimental method on his own daughter, even if she's already dead, so he finds someone else to use it on. we know that elliot wasn't evil or anything, so it's unlikely he killed anybody to use for the experiment. considering the orphanage isn't open yet (it opened in the 70s, not the 60s), prototype probably wasn't an orphan child either. if i run with my simple version of the theory, elliot may have dug up a body in a graveyard and used that. maybe a fresh one, who knows. he tried it, it worked, then he revived his daughter with the same method.

this is likely what harley wanted to know about in the chapter 3 tape (the "i learn something new about you every day" one), and also what prototype is asking harley to figure out in the ch4 tape they're both in. in that case, sawyer never actually figured out how to revive people with the poppy substance. sure, he can transfer people into the toys, but he can't bring anybody back to life

more reason to believe prototype and poppy are of the same "batch" is because it seems they are the only two who don't need food. it's outright stated about him in the ch1 trailer, and insinuated with her saying the "toys will starve otherwise" when she's talking about how nasty them eating humans is. she refers to them, not herself. her and prototype are probably the only 2 who were ever brought back from the dead, which circles back around to his monologue and gives meaning to the "it's always been about you and me, poppy. what we are". when i heard him say that i felt like my theory was lowk confirmed 😭😭

no guarantee this is right, but it's been my guess for a long time

[menagerofmischief]

Heart song (OP81)

summary: in the middle of dating rumors, current music industry hit, y/n l/n releases a love song which leaves no space to deny her relationship. -> based on this request

fc: olivia rodrigo

cw: bad language,

a/n: the only bands I listen to are a bunch of old men or a bunch of dead man, safe to say I don't know much about bands so I made her a solo artist.

liked by: oscar piastri, sabrinacarpenter, and 1,556,895 more

yourusername: something coming soon, or whatever

comments:

ynsleftshoe: oscar in the likes before me again

hooklinesinker: girl same! and I got notifications on cococroissant: the struggle of making it here before pee ass tree vrom vrom is real

ynupdates: mother is cooking and eating for real

sabrinacarpenter: so excited for it!

justonechange: the bond between two girls scorned by a man is unbreakable breakmyback: sabrina is so me right now

likealovesong: my hears are about to be blessed again! thank you god for answering my prayers

liked by landonorris and 1,345 more

f1wagupdates: seems like a new wag may be entering the paddock, showcasing papaya!

mclaren driver, oscar piastri, has been spotted being touchy and affectionate with pop star, y/n l/n. this is not the first time the two have been spotted together.

comments:

vroomyroom: what the hell is lando doing in the likes of a wag updates page

norrizzz: he's so messy fr

user454: seriously what's wrong with you people, leave them alone!

justanichident: oscar's lucky he's good that polite cat smile because those hands do be wondering

breakmyback: I too am no better than a man (I'd be touching y/n's ass all the time if I could)

user334: ow! they're so cute together!

user331: power couple vibes

user564: ew, he can do so much better

user887: SHE can do much better

liked by hattiepiastri, nicolepiastri, yourusername and 1.345.221 more

oscarpiastri: great vacation, lots of sun

comments:

macmylarens: if bwoah was an instagram caption it would be tht

rockabye: who does bro think he's fooling with that soft launch

dropstoproll: like sir, we all know that's y/n l/n, now give us some good content

landonorris: you really poured your heart out with that caption mate

ynupdates: I spy with my little eye, y/n in the likes

justonechange: so ... he's not that bad

user423: I get y/n, he's hot

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yourusername: Summer When Everybody Ever Thought, Love In Knowledge Existed, Yellow Orchids Unidentified

see you on august 19th ;)

comments:

ynupdates: NEW ALBUM ALERT!!!

breakmyback: I don't care if a man driving in circles for living inspired it, new music is coming!

sabrinacarpenter: that caption triggered my dyslexia

justonechange: no because same user332: I thought I was the only one!

dotsaredotting: hear me out, the aesthethic of this album is orange (so far), and there's a car, mclaren F1 team is orange ("papaya" or wtv), oscar piastri drives for mclaren, oscar is soft launching, they wore spotted together = they're dating

crazyonce: this is so delulu it may be trululu

ynupdates: in case you thought you were crazy for not getting the caption, every words starts with a capital latters and all the letters together spell SWEET LIKE YOU which is either a song on the album or the name of the album

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yourusername: the way sun shines over beaches, the first taste of summer peaches, yellowed pages of a favorite book it may all be sweet but not sweet like you.

my new album, sweet like you, is now available to stream. this is such a special album for me which is why it's dedicated to such a special person. I love you, Osc, keep on being sweet.

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oscarpiastri: every day I'm grateful I get to have you. you're the sun of my morning, the stars of my evening, the breath of my lungs and the song of my heart. I love you, y/n.

comments:

landonorris: wow, you actually poured your heart out with this one

sabrinacarpenter: she was mine first car boy, remember that

hattiepiastri: I hope you know how much cooler than you your girlfriend is

yourusername: love you too, my sweet boy <3

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[demie90s]

soft and clingy but oblivious reader with jealous and possessive caitlin 🙂‍↕️

𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢɪʀʟ’ꜱ ᴍɪɴᴇ

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Summary: You’re clingy. Affectionate. Always hanging off Caitlin Clark like she’s your life line—and she lets you, because you’re hers. Even if you don’t realize it yet.

Genre: College AU • Enemies-to-lovers energy but with soft obsession • Jealousy • Possessive love • Slow-burn tension turned heat

Warnings: Explicit language, possessive behavior, jealousy, physical tension, emotionally repressed reader, suggestive kissing, territorial energy, toxic slow burn vibes

Word Count: ~ 0.6k

~I hope you like this cause I didn’t really know what to write about.🧡

I don't mean to do it.

The touching. The clinging. The way I fold myself into Caitlin's side every time we're in the same room, like her gravity pulls me in before my brain can catch up.

But I do it anyway.

Arm draped across her shoulders. Chin on her shoulder during film. Sitting on the floor in front of her during team meetings like she's a damn throne. I call her my favorite. Tell people she's the only one I trust. I wear her warmups like they're mine.

To me, it's normal.

To her? It's something else entirely.

Tonight's a party. Packed. Hot. Some athlete thing thrown by the baseball guys, but half the basketball team is here too. Including Caitlin.

I show up late, like always, in one of her Iowa hoodies that hangs off my shoulder like it belongs there. I'm halfway through the living room when I hear someone call my name.

I turn—and it's him.

Some guy from men's track. Tall. Mid-smile. Hands in his pockets like he's harmless.

He's not flirting, exactly. Just being nice. Complimenting the hoodie, asking if I'm seeing anyone. I laugh. Play it off.

Behind me, I feel it before I see it.

Caitlin.

She's standing in the doorway, solo cup in hand, watching the entire exchange. Her mouth is tight. Her eyes narrow.

She doesn't interrupt. She waits.

And when I finally walk over, completely unaware, she's still posted up like a statue—cool and calm but her jaw's locked and she hasn't blinked in twenty seconds.

"Hey!" I grin, sliding into her space like I always do. My hand brushes her stomach, and I lean into her shoulder like I live there.

"You're wearing my hoodie," she says flatly.

I blink. "You literally threw it at me this morning."

"Didn't say take it to a party."

"I missed you," I say with a lazy smile, fingers curling into the sleeve. "And it smells like you."

She licks her bottom lip, slow. "You always talk to guys like that when I'm not around?"

I freeze a little, laugh shaky. "What? No. He was just being nice."

Caitlin looks down at me—slow, deliberate.

"You think I'm nice?"

I shift. "You're...you?"

She hums, and it's not playful. It's territorial.

"You hang off me all day," she mutters. "You wear my shit. You call me every night. But then you walk around like I'm just your favorite teammate?"

I blink. "I—"

She steps forward. One hand on my hip, casual but firm. Her voice drops to the kind of quiet that makes your skin burn.

"Do I look like just your favorite?"

Her fingers tighten just slightly, and I can't breathe.

"..Well?" she adds.

"You didn't—"

"I did," she cuts me off. "With my eyes. With my hands. With every look I give you when someone else thinks you're available."

I'm blinking fast now, heart racing. "Caitlin..."

She leans in, eyes low, her mouth brushing the shell of my ear.

"That guy's not the problem," she murmurs. "You are."

And then she pulls back, just enough to look at me fully.

"You act like you don't know you're mine."

My mouth opens. Closes.

"I'm not—"

"You are."

And then, before I can argue, she sets her cup down, pulls me into her chest by the bottom hem of her own hoodie, and kisses me hard. Not sweet. Not testing.

Possessive. Hungry. Warning.

I melt into it because I'm wired to—but I don't even register my hands curling in her hair until she groans softly into my mouth. When she pulls back, breath hot and low, she says one thing.

"Try that clueless shit again and see what happens."

[astrasng]

SCRATCH || BANGCHAN

MINORS DNI!

pairing: idol!chan x female!reader

summary: thanks to chan's solo stage you finally made him yours.

warnings: blood (from scratches obv), handjob, spanking, petnames (baby, honey, angel, sweetheart) unprotected sex, cursing

author's note: from my previous breakdown post bc of chan got me in an inspired mood so i made a little somethin somethin. still what the fuck was he thinking. also, if you're a regular reader by any chance (ily) you might have noticed i write jealousy tropes, IDKK WHY THO SORRY

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

enjoy!

It isn’t like you’re not supportive of your boyfriend. You’ve always been there for every idea, even if you thought that it wasn’t the best one. The things you have to deal with him being an idol settled deep into your mind, already accepting the consequences that may come in the way. But it’s not like you would ever give up your relationship with Chan just because he’s doing risky things that you may not like. 

To be honest, it kind of became an advantage for you. 

You would watch him having fun on stage with the other members, sometimes splashing water at each other, making everyone in the crowd either cheer or laugh at their silly behavior. There were times when they got sentimental, wishing all the happiness for STAY and the members for the future. It made you emotional just in the same way as you would watch them through the TV in your shared apartment. 

And then there were times where you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together and wait for him.

“Had fun today?” 

The sarcastic tone caught Chan’s attention as he’s doing his everyday night routine, just as he’s finishing up his shaving session. He knows exactly why you’re talking and reacting to him this way, you’ve been all fidgety with him since he got home from the first day of the tour, and when he stepped inside the apartment he saw you still sitting on the couch, not welcoming him in with the usual hug he gets. 

Chan looks a little bit to the side so he can get a reflection of you changing in the room, the towel you used laying on the ground after taking a shower. Without him. 

“Of course.It’s always heartwarming to meet with STAY’s. And the kids were so hyped about getting solo stages too.”

Now that just boils your blood. 

“Oh, were they?” You keep your back facing him,not letting him see how frustrated you really are about the game he’s playing. “They were doing an amazing job indeed.” You shut your eyes momentarily before putting on your velvet nightgown, and slowly walking towards the bathroom where your boyfriend is staying. 

“Yeah, I assume you saw mine too, right? Did you see the special makeup they did on me?” With pride he chuckles while putting away his shaving equipment, patting his dry as he picks up his toothbrush. His question should have a very easy and simple answer, yet here you are ready to give him a brainwash about not caring about your mental health. Cause what the hell was that? You can’t even form the offensive words you want to say to him out of frustration, you could never say anything negative about his performances in general — but the way he’s talking about it, so full of himself, you can’t help yourself. “I wonder who made all that.” It slips out, biting down on your lip softly to stop yourself from further embarrassment. 

“It must’ve been the makeup artist of course, but I could’ve done a better job if you ask me.” You step into the bathroom just as you finish your sentence, Chan unable to answer due to his mouth full with mint scented bubbles. 

As you want to pass behind him, you swipe your delicate fingers on his defined back muscles, the photos of him painted in scratches for the performance fills your vision. 

“Makeup was unnecessary,to be honest.” 

There’s something glinting in Chan’s eyes as a lopsided smile appears on his face, looking at you through the mirror placed above the bathroom counter. As the words leave your lips, he licks his plump lips slowly, putting away his toothbrush he just used. “If I had asked you, would you do it?” 

The air stops suddenly in your throat,taking your eyes off of him as you busy yourself with something else infront of you. “Well…it doesn’t matter now.” 

“Oh it does, honey.” Chan says lowly, his voice suddenly closer as you want it to, and you know perfectly he’s only a step away from you. “If I only knew my baby just wanted to help me out in my solo,” He snakes his arms around your waist slowly, his bare chest pressing into your clothed back as he’s standing behind you, whispering in your ear. “I could’ve used some help.” With that, he pressed a slow open mouth kiss on the side of your neck. his hands caressing the skin on your stomach. 

“Should we recreate it and show it to my makeup artist?”

Chan whispers against your ear, biting down slightly on your earlobe as he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. You look already disheveled just from his touch, your nightgown scrunched slightly up as he kneads your stomach, one of his hands slowly inching up to your breasts. “Would you like that, baby?” 

“I didn’t mean it like that, Chan – mhphm…” A small moan leaves your lips as he pinches your nipple in his slender fingers, continuing to make out with your neck as you try and compose yourself. 

“How did you mean it then?” He grunts out as you push your backside on his crotch, his cock twitching already in his sleeping pants at the thought of you being jealous. “Tell me.” 

“I–I just…” You try to form words, keeping yourself together and not yet falling for his words but then Chan sneakily slides his other down towards your waiting heat, his finger immediately meeting with slickness between your pussy lips. He groans again, grinding into your ass to ease the pain from being so hard. “Baby, if you want to scratch my back that badly just say it.” There’s something hiding behind his words which makes you shut your eyes from the pleasure he’s causing, your hands flying on the counter for support. “I kind of…wanted to..” Your breath hitches, cutting off your sentence when Chan flips your nightgown upwards to expose your wet pussy, your naked ass on display in front of him as he takes his hand away from your breast and caresses one of your cheeks. “You wanted what? Do you need some help darling?” He grunts under his breath when he feels you clench around his fingers, plugging it in and out to take your breath away. You moan out when you feel his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your back arch. 

But Chan doesn’t give in that easily. 

You suddenly feel a stinging pain on one of your cheeks, moaning out shamelessly from the sensation he just caused with his hand. When you pick your head up you see Chan already looking at you through the mirror, lust filled eyes raking over your already fucked out face. “Say it baby.” 

You can feel his hand smoothing over the place he just spanked, the air in the bathroom so humid you can feel yourself getting sweaty again. His finger never stopped working inside you, with that spank almost knocking you over the edge. 

When Chan doesn’t see you changing your mind and finally answer him, he only clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side. Without a second thought, he slaps your ass again, his finger circling around your clit rapidly when he hears your pornographic moans echoing in the bathroom.

“I–I wanted to mark you!” 

And there it is. 

As you practically moan out the words, Chan’s finger is coated thickly with your cum as his words made you tip over the edge. Your whole body shaking in his arms as you come down your high slowly, trying to gather your thoughts and realizing what you just said.

When the words finally leave your mouth he can’t help but smirk, the possessive side of you finally showing for the first time in your relationship. “And why is that honey?” Chan teases you, seeing your ears red from the sudden confession you just made. 

“Just so everyone knows that you’re mine..” You mumble quietly, shame overcoming you as it paints your cheeks deep red. 

Something snaps inside Chan. He can’t help but groan out, his cock painfully hard against his pants as he turns you around and places his hands on your throat, slightly adding pressure on it. Before you know it, you’re pressed up against the wall, his lips already chasing yours. 

“Do it baby.” He kisses you, his tongue sneaks through his lips to taste your lip balm you applied earlier he loves so much. “I want you to do your worst on me,” He whispers between kisses, his hand suddenly picking you up to put your legs around his waist. Your whole body welcomes him, your mouth opens as he slides his tongue inside once again, and your fingers landing into his freshly washed hair as he devours your lips. His hand scrunches up your gown once again before he presses his hardness into your slick core. 

At the contact you moan out loudly, already wanting him inside you, to ease your pain that he caused. 

“Feel that baby? It’s all yours. Nobody else has that but you.” 

With a whine you throw your head on the wall, Chan’s lips continuing to leaves red splotches on your sensitive skin as he takes his hand and pushes down his boxers, hissing out the minute the air hits his precum covered cock, tip red from all the waiting and veins bulging with excitement. 

He drags his wet tip over your puffy lips, spreading them open more to make room for himself when he circles around your clit. As he slides his length between your folds, you feel all emotions gather up inside you, the feeling too hazy as your vision becomes blurry from the need. “Channie,,please..” 

“‘s okay baby,I’ll give it to you.” He chants when he finally pushes his tip inside you, groaning out from you uncontrollably clenching around his cock when he nearly settles halfway in. “You have to relax,angel. You make it impossible for me to–”

“Chan — I’m so sorry, I–” He hears you gasp out, your body all tensed up, your eyes wide open as you look into the mirror across you. He looks swiftly behind him to see your naked bodies melted into one, and then it catches his eye. 

With one thrust he settles fully inside you, moaning from how incredibly tight you are around his length, keeping himself back to not buckle into you rapidly. He puts his hand on your chin, making you look into his eyes and not on his blood covered back. “I asked you to do this, right?” With a softened gaze, he makes sure you understand what he’s saying, not taking his eyes off of you until he sees your lust filled expression again instead of worry ones. “Right baby?”

“Y-yes..” You gulp when you see your fingers slightly covered in red around his neck. “But I didn’t want to-”

“It’s fucking hot.” He hisses, his voice whinier than usual as he puts his forehead on your chest, his hips starting to move. “You did such a great job sweetheart.” He pulls completely out before thrusting into you again, this time harsher as he hears your cries next to his ears. 

When you take another look in the mirror, you see what you just caused. The moment you felt his cock hitting you so deeply you couldn't help but deepen your nails into his skin on his broad back, now covered with blood here and there. It softly dribbles down his defined muscles, and Chan is right. It is fucking hot. 

So you clench around him again when you feel his fingers circling around your clit, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he moans out your name. “Do it again.” He demands, his hand flying on the wall next to your head to thrust up harder into you, making you roll your eyes. As you see Chan so deeply in emotions you scratch his back again, now only deep redness showing on his pale skin. 

The pain on his skin makes him inch closer to his release. The jerks of his hips, slamming against your hips are quickening, becoming more erratic, intense and desperate. You cry out his name nonstop, feeling him twitching inside you. 

“Give it to me.” He’s breathless as he chants into the side of your neck. “I need you to come around my cock baby.” 

His demand tips you over the edge again, moaning out his name as you feel him curl against you, his shoulders on display for you to see what you painted on his back. His grunts are vibrating through your body, the pain melting into pleasure as he paints your insides with his thick cum, feeling so full of him, feeling him everywhere. Chan bites down softly on your skin,kissing the pain away quickly as you both come down from this high. 

You are his. He made sure a long time ago, but now, you made sure he was yours too as you watch the crimson red blood slowly sliding down his back, gathering it on your fingers.

“It took a solo stage for you to claim me as yours?” Chan asks when he softly puts you down on the bathroom counter, a bright smile painting his face once again.

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divider by:@enchanthings

[reidrum]

hi lil headcanon: can’t stop thinking about how Spence sees the worst of humanity and lots of violence for his job so when he comes home to you he is extra gentle and savors your goodness and cherishes doing mundane things with you- tidying up and listening to his music, going on walking dates, holding you close literally always- he is extra protective of his beacon of peace and hope in humanity :,)

this is so post prison spencer coded

(i yapped again im so sorry)

following his release spencer reid would struggle to return to normalcy for some time after his whole life was turned upside down for months but the pockets of peace he creates with you he finds are essential to his well being.

your spencer reid wakes up early on the rare saturday mornings he has off making sure you’re still sleeping and sneaks off to the kitchen to make breakfast that will soon wake you up in a few hours with the wafting smell of waffles and coffee. he dons a ‘kiss the chef’ apron you ironically got for him that he unironically treasures deeply as he finishes plating the spread on the tray and bringing it back to the room.

maybe on saturday mornings you always go to the farmers market and you always buy a fresh bouquet of flowers because having them on sunday makes for a good omen for the coming week. and even on the saturdays spencer reid can’t be there you send pictures of the bouquet you picked out that day and it makes his heart so so happy. his favorite thing is when he tells you the significance of different flowers and they show up in the bunch the week after. if one day you don’t go to the farmers market or there just isn’t a bouquet in the house that day spencer reid absolutely cannot have that and so he goes out on his own curating the perfect bouquet of flowers because he’ll be damned if you don’t have your flowers!

i think he would also encourage you to ramble as much as he does because he loves hearing you talk, even if he knows nothing about it or it doesn’t make sense. like for someone who loves info dumping and telling people cool facts, spencer reid is much quieter around you because hearing you talk especially about things you love is so so special to him. he would trade his voice like ariel in the little mermaid if it meant he could hear you talk on and on about anything and everything for the rest of his life.

and like, because this is spencer reid there will be a time that something happens to you because of what he does (alexa play peace), kinda similar to matt and kristy when she’s held hostage at her work or derek and savannah when she gets shot. hotch has to physically keep him away from the scene because he’d be so close to losing it and risking everything by going solo but who can blame him when you, the other half of him that the prophecies say you’d spend your whole lives searching for but he was fortunate and grateful enough to find you so soon, could get hurt. he would harbor the same guilt hotch feels dating anyone after haley because after maeve spencer reid refuses to let anything take you away from him, but here he is putting you in a situation he caused because an unsub he put away has a grievance to settle.

and eventually you’re safe and back in the apartment with spencer reid and he’s just. in crisis mode. because he genuinely is not sure if he can handle something like that happening to you again. but he’s not even sure how to prevent that from ever happening. and he’s so proud of you for how brave you’re trying to be but it’s breaking his heart entirely to watch you do that for him, and he’s so sure he does not deserve your grace at all. so it’s not even a hard decision when he decides to increase his university teaching hours and step away from the bau just to be with you more.

because now you and spencer reid have more time to make flower bouquets at the farmers market every week. he’s bucket listed every museum up and down the eastern coast and fully intends on finishing it before the year ends. he carries a little trial size vial of your perfume in his satchel whenever he misses you a little too much, even when you’re just in the other room. spencer reid wants nothing more than to live a simple life with you, and after the world has dealt him too many bad cards, he’s more than grateful to get to hold these little moments of you close to mend his bruised heart.

[ordinary-barbie]

heyy, i hope you're doing well! may i request billy hargrove x fem!reader, where she's this sweet & kind girly who loves bows, pink, mini skirts etc. then one day steve tries to flirt with her, unaware that she's dating billy, and he gets all jealous and protective of his girl. ends in smut with talk like "who do you belong to", maybe? only if you're comfy with that ofc, feel free to ignore! <3

aw, you're so sweet! thanks for the request <3

shock the monkey.

word count: 1.9k

tags: modern au, college au, established relationship, language, poor billy is insecure, jealous!billy, possessive!billy, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected p in v sex (mention of reader on birth control), cowgirl, creampie, cockwarming, reader is briefly referred to as a slut but not in a negative way, a bit of nancy x steve at the end

summary: Billy reminds you who you belong to.

note: this was meant to be short but I got carried away lmao. also: title from a song by Peter Gabriel!

minors DNI - 18+ only!

Some things about life are just obvious. The sun rises in the day and sets at night. Every day of the week ends in "y." And the most obvious of all—you only had eyes for Billy Hargrove, and he only had eyes for you.

You and Billy had gotten together during your freshman year of college, though you'd known him since he moved to your town in high school, smelling like too much cologne and carrying a massive chip on his shoulder. It didn't take long for the girls at school to fall at Billy's feet, yet only one of them caught his eye—you, the sweet girl who sat next to him in English class and was entirely too nice to an asshole like him.

Billy didn't think a girl like you—all bows and miniskirts, soft smiles and sympathetic looks—would be into him at all, so he spent senior year bedding any girl who showed the slightest bit of interest. It was easier than actually being vulnerable with his feelings. And that was that, until you and Billy ended up at the same college, running into each other at a post-football game kickback at some frat house. The rest, as they say, was history.

Now you and Billy were joined at the hip, to the point where the whole school was chattering about you two. You were puzzled at the fascination with you and Billy's relationship—you thought that whole "It couple" thing was so high school. But Billy had fast become a well-liked guy on campus, in one of the top frats, so maybe this just came with the territory. It was like being a civilian dating a celebrity, though you knew Billy would scoff at that comparison.

Billy's frat was holding a costume party, despite Halloween being a month away, and you and he had progressed to the ultimate sign of coupledom—matching costumes. You and Billy were Barbie and Ken, your idea, of course. Billy was running late (he'd headed to the store for a new bottle of styling gel, and you knew how detailed his hair routine was), so you were passing the time by gabbing with some friends about the latest Greek life gossip.

You were about to refill your solo cup when the scent of Old Spice hit your nose. You looked up, finding yourself face-to-face with a guy sporting a mullet of dark brown hair and twinkling brown eyes. He was wearing a Top Gun jumpsuit and a pair of black shades perched on top of his head.

"Oh, hey there, Maverick," you teased. "Nice costume!"

The guy grinned at you. "Thanks! You make a pretty nice Barbie yourself. Big fan of the movie."

"Wasn't it so good?" you agreed, smiling. "Hey, what's your name? Don't think I've seen you around these parts before." You gave your name, offering up a small, friendly wave.

"I'm Steve," the guy said, running a hand through his hair. "Just transferred here this semester. I play club soccer, but my roommate dragged me to this party so I could, and I quote, 'mingle with people and shit.'"

You chuckled. "And are you enjoying the mingling so far?"

Steve looked at you fondly. "I certainly am now."

Meanwhile, Billy had returned, quickly throwing his costume on before teasing his hair with the styling gel. He bounded down the steps, ready to make out with his Barbie. Then he spotted you talking to some douche in a Top Gun costume who was clearly trying to make a move. Oh fuck no. He clenched his jaw, making his way over to you.

"Getting the party started without me, huh?" Billy asked casually, wrapping a protective arm around your waist as he stared daggers into Steve.

"Howdy there, cowboy. Glad you finally showed up," you said, smiling up at your boyfriend.

Steve cleared his throat, glancing nervously at Billy. "Uh, hey. I'm Steve. And is she your...girlfriend?"

Billy flashed Steve a tight-lipped smile. "Yeah, she is. So back away, Steven."

"Actually, it's just Steve—"

Billy waved a hand dismissively. "Don't care. Find someone else to flirt with, all right?"

"I'm so sorry about him," you apologized to Steve. "I hope you can still enjoy the party!"

Steve shrugged, seeming unbothered. "Nah, it's cool. Honest mistake. Nice meeting you!" He smiled shyly at you before disappearing into the crowd.

"Upstairs. Now," Billy muttered into your ear. He looked up at your friends, finally acknowledging there were other people in the room. "Hope you don't mind if I steal her for a few, ladies."

Nancy, your roommate, smirked knowingly at you and Billy. "Don't have too much fun up there, all right?"

Billy grinned lazily. "Can't make any promises, Wheeler."

You said your goodbyes to your friends and let Billy lead you into his bedroom, feeling nervous yet excited. You knew he couldn't have been pleased that you were talking to another guy, and you had a feeling a "punishment" was coming your way.

"Babe. Who the fuck was that guy down there, huh?" Billy murmured. "I thought everyone at this school knows that you're mine."

"Steve just transferred here this semester," you explained. "He seemed really nice! I was just trying to be friendly."

"Yeah? Well he was just trying to fuck you," Billy bluntly responded. "I saw the way he was looking at you. And I love how friendly you are, baby, I really do. I just wish other guys would learn to fuck off."

"Billy, I'm allowed to talk to other guys, you know," you said, raising an eyebrow at him. "And if Steve had tried to put any moves on me, I would've shut it down so fast. You know that."

Billy sighed. He knew he was acting insanely jealous. But he couldn't help it. You were perfect, and Billy was afraid that he would lose you. Especially to someone like Steve, who seemed exactly like the type of guy a sweet girl like you should be with.

You looped your arms around Billy's neck, looking at him like he hung the moon in the sky. "Billy Hargrove, I only want you, okay? Don't you ever forget that," you insisted.

Billy's cheeks turned red. Even after a year, he was still getting used to the utter affection you showed. You picked him. You wanted him.

His heart swelled with affection, but a more primal part of him needed to stake his claim. "I love you, baby, but I gotta remind you who you belong to," Billy drawled, undressing you with his eyes.

You didn't have to be told twice. You quickly wriggled out of your costume, and Billy did the same, pinning you to the mattress as he kissed you deeply.

Billy put your legs on top of his shoulders as he ate you out, slurping you up greedily while you writhed with pleasure. "This pussy is mine," he mumbled, sucking at your clit. "You think Steven could eat you out like this?"

"N-No," you hiccuped, feeling a low heat swirling in your stomach.

"Nobody will ever know your body like I do, baby," Billy said, plunging two fingers into you and stroking your clit. His possessiveness was incredibly arousing, and you felt your orgasm rip out of you as fast as lightning.

Usually, Billy loved to tease you, loved to drag out the foreplay until you were begging for him. But he was too impatient tonight. Billy plunged into you, and you let out the prettiest moan as you dug your nails into his back. He secretly hoped Steve heard that.

Billy grunted as he pumped in and out of you, his hands roaming your body. No part went untouched—not your hips, your thighs, or those beautiful tits.

"You're mine," Billy stated, rubbing quick circles against your clit and eliciting another orgasm from you. "All right? 'm not gonna let anyone else think they even have a chance. They can't fuck you like I can."

"'m yours," you muttered breathlessly. "I love you. Only want your dick, Billy."

Billy smirked, shifted your positions so you could ride his dick. He picked up the cowboy hat you'd discarded on the floor and placed it on your head.

"Really?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just indulge me, princess," Billy replied, his voice slow and smooth like honey.

Billy grabbed your hips as you began to ride him, groaning at the feeling of your warm pussy clenching around his length. He stared into your eyes, your pupils blown out with lust. You were sweet as pie, but when the two of you started sleeping together, you and Billy discovered how much of a horny slut you could be. Billy loved that there was this completely different side to you that only he got to see.

"Squeezing me so good, baby. I dunno how much longer I can last," Billy warned, relishing the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him. He couldn't be more grateful that you'd decided to go on the pill recently—he didn't think he could stop himself from coming inside your tight, wet pussy.

"Just come for me one more time first," Billy pleaded, brushing against your spongy walls with his tip. "Need to feel that warm cunt around me again."

You cried out Billy's name, creaming all over his cock. Billy followed close behind, filling you up with hot, sticky cum.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, Billy's cock nestled inside of you as it softened. "Sorry for getting so jealous," Billy mumbled into your shoulder.

You smiled. "You didn't punch anybody, so it's all good," you joked. "It was honestly kinda hot. Love seeing how much you care for me."

Billy chuckled, kissing your neck. "Just don't get too friendly with him, all right?"

"Billy, I have your cum inside of me and I'm letting you cockwarm. I don't think you have anything to worry about," you quipped.

He knew that, but a little validation never hurt. "I'm obsessed with you," Billy murmured, gripping you like a koala. "You're stuck with me."

You smiled, relaxing into your boyfriend's embrace. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

bonus:

You and Billy were giddy as you made it back to your apartment. He'd aced a midterm he was stressed about, and you had taken him out to eat to celebrate. Nancy had told you she was going out, and you were looking forward to having the apartment to yourself, wanting to do nothing but make out and cuddle with Billy.

You hung up your coat and headed to your room to change, stopping in your tracks when you saw something out of the corner of your eye.

Nancy's door was open, and she was currently straddling a guy. But not just any guy—Steve.

"Oh my God," Nancy muttered, she and Steve looking mortified at being caught.

You let out a giggle. "Sorry, lovebirds. Didn't mean to disturb you!"

"Hey there," Steve greeted you weakly.

"Don't get her pregnant, all right?" you teasingly warned Steve. You cackled as his face turned bright red.

Nancy looked like she wanted to disappear. You decided to stop teasing your friend and closed her door, instantly running to Billy to gossip.

"Billy. I just saw Nancy and Steve hooking up," you whispered conspiratorially. "It's about time, honestly."

Billy snorted. "Good for Harrington. I was getting sick of hearing about his little crush."

You grinned. "I still can't believe you and Steve are actually friends now. It's so cute."

Billy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. I guess he's all right," he murmured, though you saw the corners of his mouth tick up.

You hummed knowingly, leaning your head on Billy's shoulder. You didn't have any more words at the moment—you were just filled with adoration for everyone in this little apartment of yours.

[absdollievu]

hi!!! stalker abby is riddling my brain haha.. what do you imagine domestic life with her would look like once reader and abs have really settled down and how would abby act now that she knows shes got reader tied down forever? (i hope your day/night is cozy and pleasant ��� mwah)

Yesss omg!

quick drabble

warnings: dark romance

At first, living with Abby feels intense. Not in a dangerous way—anymore—but in that suffocating, obsessive “you’re mine and nothing will ever touch you again” kind of way. She’s hyper-vigilant from the start. The front door is always locked. Then double-checked. Then again. Cameras go up on the porch. The curtains stay drawn. You find a tracker tucked into your car under the excuse of “for safety, baby, please don’t fight me on this.”

Everything is too quiet, too curated, too Abby. Your home becomes a shrine to the relationship she clung to like a lifeline. There are no meaningless objects anymore. Every framed photo on the wall is of you—alone or with her. The mug she pours your tea into each night only exists for that purpose. Even the throw blanket on the couch is your favorite color. She acts like she’s still trying to prove she deserves you, even now that she’s already got you.

Abby worships you through daily ritual. When you wake up, the smell of breakfast is already drifting from the kitchen. Eggs exactly the way you like them. Toast never burnt, never cold. She always knows how to make it just right. If you try to help, she nudges your hand away with a soft little “I’ve got it, babe.” She feeds you forkfuls sometimes—too slowly, too intentionally—watching your mouth like it’s sacred. Like she still can’t believe it’s hers to kiss.

When you’re away, she cleans the house from top to bottom. Not just to be kind—though that’s how she frames it—but because she doesn’t want anyone else to ever know what your dirty laundry looks like. The sheets you sleep on? Washed and tucked by her own hands. It has to be her. No one else gets to be that close.

Once she’s convinced you’re hers—truly hers—she settles into a quieter kind of possessiveness. You can go out with friends again. You can take solo trips to the store. She trusts you now. Or at least, she trusts your loyalty. But the moment you’re out of sight, her eyes are back on your location. If you’re even a few minutes late, she starts pacing, chewing her nails, already spinning up scenarios of you hurt—or worse, with someone else.

She doesn’t say anything when a coworker starts texting you a little too often. But you notice the way she says their name slowly, like she’s tasting it. Later, she’ll look them up. She’ll scroll through every one of their photos, every tagged post. You won’t hear about it. But you’ll feel it, in how tight she holds you afterward. In the way her kisses are harder. Deeper. Like she’s reclaiming something.

Abby touches you constantly. Her hands find your waist in the kitchen. Her chin hooks over your shoulder while you brush your teeth. When you’re on the couch, she’s curled behind you with her face buried in your neck, arms around your middle like a seatbelt. She doesn’t ask for affection—she just takes it. Like breathing. Like it’s owed.

Sometimes, you’ll catch her staring. Not in a soft, dreamy way. In a memorizing-you-down-to-the-molecule way. You wake up in the middle of the night and her eyes are already open, just watching you, expression unreadable. You ask what she’s thinking and she always answers the same.

“Just… you.”

If you ever joke about being stuck with her forever, she doesn’t laugh. She just smiles, something too calm, and says, “You are.” Not a question. Not a tease. Just a fact. A promise. A vow.

You’ll never have to wonder if she still wants you. The answer is in every breath she takes. In every door she locks. Every plate she sets. Every time she cups your face like she’s afraid you’ll vanish if she looks away.

You’re not just her lover. You’re her obsession made real. Her favorite routine. Her home.

And Abby? She’s never been happier.

—

[larrylimericks]

19Oct24

No matter how mad the word made us, It always held hope — a “hiatus.”

I’m sad for so many reasons — the fundamental sadness of death, and at such a young age; having to process the mortality of someone so extraordinary it seems they should transcend a fate as ordinary as dying; aching for his family and friends; angry that he had to navigate such a cruel world, one that continues to disrespect him in death. Yes, Liam was damaged and in turn damaged others; he had demons to face and amends to make — I like to think he would have, given a chance. His talent was so immense, and there was so much more to come. I believe he would have found a way to redemption, and then had such a beautiful renaissance.

The joy of being a 1D fan has always been policed and mocked. We’ve so frequently been laughed at, dismissed for the intensity of our love for the band. And now, the world wants to do the same with our grief, questioning its legitimacy, trivializing our feelings. But this loss is real. And this grief is valid.

And the grief of losing Liam is compounded by the grief of losing so much else. He wasn’t just a celebrity. They weren’t just a boyband. He was an integral part of an integral part of our formative years — no matter how old we were when we found them. So many of us are the people we are in part because of the people they are. Were. We’ve lost a beloved one, we’ve lost innocence, we’ve lost inspiration, we’ve lost a piece of our foundation.

We’ve lost hope.

It used to frustrate me, in retrospect, that they called it a “hiatus.” It felt dishonest — like a gentle lie to let us down easy. Why couldn’t they just say it was over? That being a boy band has a built-in shelf life, and it was time to explore solo careers. But now I understand the kindness in that word. For hope springs eternal, and it didn’t matter if it never came. All that matters was that it might. And “hiatus” wasn’t just for us; it held their optimism too. Especially Liam’s. It left the door open, even if only a crack, for the possibility of something more.

It’s been a remarkable gift to watch each one find his own path and his own voice. But when they announced a hiatus in 2015, they planted a seed of hope that someday we’d see the unrivaled magic of those boys on stage together again — the greatest team the world has ever seen. Maybe Zayn would join, probably not. Maybe it would’ve been a one-off thing for charity or a special anniversary. Maybe it would be in their 50s when the allure of easy money from a reunion tour was too tempting to resist. But surely, eventually, 1D would reunite in some capacity. I was excited to see how their once frenetic energy and youthful antics would meld with the mature solo artists they’ve become.

That hope sustained us through 18 months and eventually eight years, but now the hiatus is over. I would have happily clowned for every remaining day of my life than know this new certainty brought by the finality of Liam’s death. Maybe, someday, there will be a memorial performance. Maybe we’ll see three or four out of five come together to honor him — and what a poignant testament it will be that Liam was what could bring them together. Or maybe it will never feel right to them to take the stage without him, and that, too, will make all the sense in the world.

I wish I had an uplifting ending for this post. I don’t. I wake up and my first thought is “Liam isn’t here anymore,” and then I go about my day with that relentless realization lurking around the corner of every mundane task I do.

I haven’t been able to listen to their music yet. It’s a cruel trick that the thing that always brought comfort is now a trigger for grief. But I hope that will soon change. That, at some point, I’ll put on WMYB, get choked up at “You’re insecure” and second-guess my readiness. But then jump to History, and find solace in the lyrics that are currently rattling around my brain but aren’t ready to be heard yet: “This is not the end, this is not the end” … “We can live forever.”

❯❯❯❯

[melanchoire]

Can I please make a request for Rei and Wonyoung decide to play a game/make a bet with each other to see who can get you into bed first. Through the week they both tease you but in the end they both end up having their ways with you. Thank you:)

cw: clit play, cunnilingus, fingering, semi exhibitionism, scissoring, spanking.

i honestly see this as casual, everyday chatter in the 04z dorm 😭 rei and wonyoung have almost the same perversion in their brains since they’re both the dominant type that looks soft and sweet but actually has their brains full of shit 🥰 sweet words of encouragement when they’re fucking you in the roughest and most depraved way possible, dirty talk when they’re taking their time or even degradation and praise in the same sentence, you never know what to expect from them!!

04z besties’ outing ends up being a debate where they agree on a bet that the first one to fuck you will win BUT their plans are interrupted when they remember that liz is still here 💀 poor baby is embarrassed by the shameless way her unnies are planning to fuck her other unnie… although liz may be being shy now, but if she had enough guts to speak her thoughts out loud, she would also ask to join the bet and fuck your brains out 😇

unfortunately for wonyoung but lucky for rei, she’s the one who gets to be alone with you first! due to wonyoung’s busy schedule and solo activities, she couldn’t see you every day of the week 💔 since the beginning wonyoung knew that it would be difficult to have a moment alone with you because ive was in the middle of promoting a new album that included two title songs, but when the company and her manager told her the news about her solo activities and proposals, all wonyoung wanted to do was hit her manager and leave the company

of course rei takes full advantage of wonyoung being away from you two and not around to ruin her plans! everyone knows rei’s tastes, a pretty girl who likes pretty stuff like sanrio and that style of aesthetics. so when during one of attitude stages your stylist gave you an outfit that was so beautiful and iconic that fans would be obsessed with your look for days, rei knew she had to take advantage of that

“(yn)–ah~ we should take a couple of pics together. our outfits look really cute, and most of all, they seem to match.” and she would say it by giving you bright and cheerful eyes that look like two half–moons because of the cute smile on her face 😊 but the moment her eyes look in wonyoung’s direction, a mischievous glint appears on rei’s face and her smile turns into a shit–eating one…

you thought she would take pictures of you before you performed on music core and received the win or even after the day’s promotions, but when she got into the van on the way home, she remembered that she had promised to take photos and then post them on instagram 😣 so she offers to make it up to you when you get back home, and again, you thought she would take pictures of you on the street or ask the staff to drive you to some nice place in the city for a little photo shoot, but she surprises you by taking your hand as soon as you get out of the car and practically dragging you into the apartment and the bedrooms 😳

she doesn’t say a word until she takes you inside her room and closes the door behind her, smiling at you as she tells you that her room is a perfect place that could match your outfit today, since she has cute stuffed animals or sanrio characters on her bed or some posters hanging on her walls

rei sits next to you on the bed, holding your webcam with one hand while using the other to fix your hair, telling you to get ready for the photos… or for what is to come

no one can blame you for stopping posing for the camera because rei’s lips took your full attention when she did kissy lips pose. and well, when you look up you find her eyes, smiling at you while still holding the camera in her hand

“uhm… rei?” that’s all you manage to say before your beloved member lunges at you, pinning you to the bed by climbing on top of you

making out with rei and getting all messy and sloppy because you two can’t get enough of each other 😵‍💫 lipstick running down the corners of you guys’ lips, only separating for a few small milliseconds so your lungs could grab some air because rei was taking the oxygen away from both of you

grinding your pussy against rei’s while she records everything with her webcam 😳 she assures you that she’ll only take a couple of photos because you look so pretty under her, being a mess but still looking like a princess who was once groomed like one 🥺 now in a wrinkled outfit because she didn’t bother to take your clothes off, lifting your shirt up over your chest to see your tits bounce trapped in the confines of your bra and pushing your skirt up your thighs just enough to expose your pussy to her gaze and pulling your panties to the side so her clit can rub deliciously against yours, makeup smeared with tears from mascara running down your blushing cheeks and lipstick that now rested like marks on rei’s jaw and neck and a messy hair

rei sending the group chat a photo of you: your body on the bed and under hers, thighs spread wide with juices and cum staining your inner thighs and a trail of kisses, hickeys and bites decorating your jaw, neck, collarbones and shoulders. ending with a message “i think i won.”

oh and wonyoung didn’t see the message until the next day because she was busy 💀 she grabs her phone off the table as her stylist takes care of the last details and finishing touches to her makeup and hair, but her phone almost broke in half due to the strong grip she had when your photo appeared on the screen

wonyoung stands up without saying a single word, leaving the stylist and staff confused. she was pissed as hell! rei was trying to get on her nerves, she had taken advantage of the fact that wonyoung was not benefiting in this bet because she was at a disadvantage due to her schedule and rei was practically mocking her in her own face

when you see her approaching you, you try to greet her 😊 but she suddenly grabs your wrist and continues walking, making you get up from your own chair and taking you behind her like an owner walking his dog on a leash

wonyoung drags you into a random, empty room without saying a single word, kicking the door shut behind you. she cups your face with one hand, holding your jaw in her palm and squeezing your cheeks with her long fingers

“don’t touch my hair because i don’t want you to ruin it, and much less try to ruin my makeup.” and you don't understand what she means, she drops down in front of you on your knees and starts to remove the belt from your shorts 👀

wonyoung holding one of your legs over her shoulder, your thigh resting on the side of her head as she buries her face between your legs while devouring your pussy 🥴 giving you stern looks when she notices your hands fidgeting near her head or your hips trying to move against her mouth, even stopping from time to time to give you a hard slap on the thighs or bottom followed by a “behave” and she pulls away from her pussy when you cum to watch your thighs clench as she uses her thumb to stimulate your clit to keep stimulating you

and after your orgasm, she is still angry 😥 not even bothering to check if you’re okay after your body goes limp against the wall :(

wonyoung just fixes her hair and straightens her clothes, looking over her shoulder at you and saying that she wants you in her room tonight, and apparently she and rei made a new bet on who can fuck you better

[gor3sigil]

Trans drag performers deserve better.

Okay so since y'all seem interested, here we go.

[This is about MY experience as a “former” transmasc drag king, in my local scene. This isn't representative of the drag scene as a whole because drag is a wide, huge scene with pretty much any type of people in it. I have never done paid gig. I only performed a couple of times before deciding to stop.]

I discovered drag with RuPaul like a lot of people, and for a long time, I only knew about drag queens. It’s when I learned about an initiation to drag king happening in my town that I decided to try it. I did a bit of research before the event took place and that's how I learned that drag king is widely undocumented, compared to drag queen. A bit disheartening but I was excited to do something new and especially to get back in my local queer community after 2 years or so of “no contact” with it because trauma (see my post about my first T4T relationship to understand why).

First surprise when I got there, I was the only transmasc present as an attendee. The organiser and person who teached us is agender and go by he/him, and his at the time SO is a transmasc enby but appart from them, I was the only trans person. Most of the others were cis lesbian women. Makes sense. The initiation weekend went really well and we ended up performing in an open scene at the end. I can't count the amount of times I got misgendered by other kings during this weekend and I have to say, it pissed me off so fucking bad because I was the only one getting consistantly misgendered. But I brushed it off and had a blast.

My drag persona is more of a dragula king, really goth, and I did a lipsync performance on a Black Dresses song. I loved it and had a blast. A year or so later, we decided with other drag kings to do a little group to perform together.

Once again, I'm the only trans person.

And that's when the shitshow kinda happened. From all the drag kings present, I was also the only one who wasn't already part of a collective. So the group we had was composed of people from 2 collectives who would basically cheer each other out at every show, and it's great !! But I wasn't being integrated into the group, and I felt defeated. One of the main reasons why I didn't go to drag shows was because I was FLAT BROKE. I couldn't attend these events as they were always or in a bar so you have to at least buy a drink, or had a fee, and I couldn't afford that.

We started doing rehearsals and I set up a discord server for us all to use and organize the said rehearsals. It soon became apparent that they weren't really serious about this group, that they were more involved in their own collectives and it was HELL to have at least one rehearsal a month. But we had a show scheduled for september, and half of the kings weren't ready, didn't know their texts nor songs. I knew it was going to be bad. Also we were confirmed that the gig was going to actually happen 3 days only before, because the people who said they were going to do the visuals NEVER DID and we had to fumble something quick so the event was promoted very fucking late and we weren't sure we could even afford to do it, because not many tickets were sold.

During the rehearsals I got singled out for everything. My voice was dropping because of the T (I had started 8 months prior) and I tried to do my best with the singing parts but got told a few times that my low voice would sound “weird” amongst the sopranos. Also, one of the solo part a king was going to perform was on a very upbeat music and he said we could join IF WE WANTED.

I said I'd pass since it wasn't my style at all.

And when we got to the venue, the venue didn't have any backstage and I had my solo part just after that, so I couldn't just stand there on stage and do nothing. The others in my group KNEW IT as they had performed in this venue BEFORE but just told me “oh, too bad, improvise something” when they were the same ones who told me that taking part in the number was not mandatory.

Regarding the other artists, man, I hated everything. I got misgendered constantly IN KING LIKE - I'M A DRAG KING FFS. Even by others in my group.

When I corrected another performer, a cis gay dude, he laughed at my FACE and told me “but you're trans aren't you like, against gender or something ?”. As I was pre op and still early in my transition I was basically outing myself everytime I told my pronouns and I got so many cis performers ask me invasive questions about my sex life, or being like “yeah I have a trans friend who goes by X but I knew them as Y so it's Y to me but it's not in a disrespectful way you see”.

So yeah, I didn't have a great night. :)

The cis kings called me “girl” or “sis” because “I'm one of them” even after telling them time and time again that I wasn't comfortable with that.

And after this quite disastrous experience, the same ones who called me “girl” and me got into an argument because they wanted to change a song about forced toxic masculinity which is an INCREDIBLY POWERFUL AND BEAUTIFUL SONG into lyrics to talk about femininity. I said that we could use another song then, because there's so few cis men singers who sing about being forced into toxic masculinity and virility that I found that a bit disrespectful to take this important message and make it about women and femininity. There's plenty of songs about that that we could use.

And now guess what ? I was a MEAN MAN who wanted women to NOT TALK ABOUT THEIR ISSUES because I was a very MANLY DUDE DISGUSTING MALE.

The same people who couldn't gender me correctly and called me “sis” a WEEK BEFORE.

So yeah, I got the fuck out and gave up.

I really wish I can perform again one day, but it'll be in another scene.

So PSA: book drag kings, because they are so underrepresented it's disheartening, RESPECT trans drag performers, don't but bioessentialism in drag for the LOVE OF GOD IT'S DRAG. Like imagine being transphobic as a DRAG PERFORMER. Learn the history. And fucking do better.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

Happy Hawthorne Christmas:

merry christmas to everyone reading this!! I hope you all have wonderful days, I thank you all very much for your love and support 💖💖 lowkey these headcannons are so bad so sorry but I wanted to make a post for xmas

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- every time rohan puts up mistletoe to kiss savannah under grayson takes it down

- libby does the twelve days of cookiemas

- xander makes an ornament of himself and puts it on the top of the tree because he is (quote) ‘the star of the family’

- grayson will return anything you get him for xmas

- jameson, xander and even grayson constantly make jokes about nash being one of santa’s elves (because he’s the shortest of the four of them)

- gigi once got a sugar high on candy canes and went around the house screaming christmas songs until she passed out

- avery has a whole drawer dedicated to christmas fluffy socks which she collects religiously and ONLY wears at christmas

- as a joke jameson stole and hid a pair and let’s just say… it wasn’t pretty

- max can recite every christmas movie known to man

- grayson knits christmas sweaters

- gigi starts christmas in august

- she has the brightest, craziest, rainbowest decorations ever that send grayson into a COMA

- xander eats his whole advent calendar on day one

- grayson 100% can play a violin solo of carol of the bells

- when the boys were little and tobias (ew) was strict about presents and christmas and just anything that resembled childhood joy, nash started the transition that the boys would open one present altogether on Christmas eve

- this was continues after tobias died

- nash gets cold so easily

- he also hates the snow for this reason

- BUTTTT libby loves snow so when she asks if he’d go on a snowy walk with her he practically bolted out of that door

- the christmas after emily died was the hardest christmas for jamie and gray to even be in the same room

- xander bought max a reindeer one year and they named it mince pie

- grayson = angel gabriel… need I say more

- gigi and xander always team up to find where their christmas presents are hidden

- seeing this nash and grayson play a little trick with really bad fake presents for them to find

- grayson refuses to start christmas until halfway through December

- christmas competition is a big part of a Hawthorne Christmas, along with secret Santa, there’s giant gingerbread house construction, best Christmas karaoke, ugliest christmas sweater and best christmas tree decorating competitions

- xander still believes in santa

- grayson is like one of those mum’s at christmas that will scream at you if you dare put a decoration in the wrong place on the tree

- he also colour coordinates all of his decor (silver and blue)

- rohan buys everyone socks

- jameson usually forgets he has to actually buy gifts for people (except avery)

- avery writes a letter every christmas to her mum that basically talks about her life that year, she seals the letter and never opens it and knows he mum reads it somehow somewhere

- drink or dare is always played at a hawthorne christmas

- savannah cannot wrap a present to save her life whereas rohan is practically an expert

- so naturally he loved to annoy her about it

- jameson wrapped himself up for avery to open

- one year gigi and xander were left to christmas dinner… that was the year the whole kitchen blew up and they ordered takeout instead

- avery and jameson have a tradition that every christmas eve they light a candle for avery’s mum and wait for it to burn out completely

- despite being a dancer lyra is horrible at ice skating

- when her and grayson went together she practically held onto him for dear life

- rohan never had christmas as a kid

- nash hates hot chocolate but didn’t have the heart to tell libby until three years into their relationship because she’d always make him cups

- avery always donates money away to charities at christmas

TIG masterlist

[stvrkeysgal]

i'm yours, but you're not mine — rafe cameron

summary: in which you were in a situationship—friends with benefits—situation with rafe cameron, but things took a drastic turn. and who knew one new year's eve would turn the whole thing upside down once more?

warnings: still angst, i think. reader is (?????) lowk into someone else, oops. :p

do you miss us, us? wonder if you regret the secret of us

the first three months without you had been hell for rafe. he found himself often staring at your picture on his phone, wondering how things would've turned out if he had properly talked to you when you told him about your feelings.

you spend most of your days with your friends, getting wasted and just trying to enjoy life without rafe to text you or call you whenever he pleased. everyone who knew you can easily say that there was something beneath all that and that you were breaking inside more and more everyday without rafe.

of course, none of them knew how serious it was. you and rafe did your best to keep the hookups a secret, but then again, everyone knew that the two of you had something they couldn't quite place their finger onto.

so now here goes rafe, back to the same old ways. getting shitfaced every night, hanging out with topper, kelce and his friends with a brand new girl wrapped around his arm every night.

even if he tried—god knows he tried—to forget about you, and not linger on the memories you both shared, as he laid in bed with the girl he found on the boneyard tonight.

she couldn't compare to you, rafe knew that. you were nothing like the girl he was with as of the moment, and the thought of being in love with you suddenly seemed to be too... favorable for rafe.

the same routine went on for as long as he remembered until he saw you one day at the bar with your friends and his sister. rafe was sat at the corner of the bar, free from wandering eyes and your sight. he did his best to ignore the pain in his chest at the sight of you doing so much better without him, carefree, eyes full of happiness that he never once saw when he still had you.

you were dancing on the dance floor, sarah and john b beside you.

what he didn't expect though, was to see you dancing with topper. topper, out of all people. he knew the two of you were close, but probably not to the extent that he had both his hands on your waist, guiding your hips as well while you swayed to the beat of the music.

you seemed to be too close with him for rafe's liking, and the idea of you possibly having a thing with topper crossed his mind. he wasn't exactly pleased with it, but he held himself back from doing anything that would make you hate him a little more. he just watched as you danced with his best friend, pretending and lying to himself that he didn't care because there was no reason to feel that way. he didn't love you, right?

—

you would be lying if you said that tonight wasn't the best of your life. you finally felt relieved for once, as if the weight on your shoulders were lifted just by hanging out with your friends and topper. you felt really good, knowing that someone finally saw you for the way you wanted to be seen. not just a one-call-away girl, but a woman.

and it had to be with one of the most unexpected people ever.

you laid in bed after a long night, and top was the one who got the privilege of taking you back to your house.

just like a part of your nightly routine, you scrolled mindlessly through instagram, looking at each post and reels that you deemed interesting. a notification pops up on your phone and was happy to see that it was topper tagging you on his insta story.

it was a photo of the two of you from tonight, his body pressed against yours as you danced with a red solo cup in your hand. you immediately reposted the photo on your story, a smile on your face as you did so.

after getting bored with just scrolling, you decided to sleep and set your phone aside. you closed your eyes in hopes of getting a good night's sleep, at least.

what you didn't expect though, was your phone chiming twice on the nightstand. you shrugged it off and thought it was probably your friends liking the story. but when it rings two more times, you decided it was enough.

it was as if the air got sucked out of your lungs when you saw who sent the texts.

rafe cameron replied to your story: the fuck is this shit?

rafe cameron: you're seeing my best friend?

rafe cameron: topper thornton, out of all people?

rafe cameron: seriously u could do so much better than that. u really got a bad replacement for me yk

you just blinked at his texts, debating whether to reply or not. part of you wanted to block rafe at this very moment, ignore his texts and go back to sleep, but your pride refused to be crushed. so you did what most rational people would do, which was to reply.

> what's it to you? last time i checked, you rejected me when i told you about how i felt

your heart was racing as you anticipated rafe's reply, pondering over the many possible outcomes your conversation will lead to. it could end with you sobbing your heart out for rafe once more, or it could lead to you finally getting him back and hurt him the way he did to you.

rafe cameron: i thought i made it clear that i didn't want u falling in love with me

rafe cameron: what's so hard to understand about that?

rafe cameron: you know what, fuck this. go be with topper for all i fucking care

as expected, rafe would try and turn this on you once he realizes he's in the wrong. but the thought of him possibly being jealous over topper crossed your mind. if he ever was, then you had the upper hand in the situation.

✫・゜・。..・。.✭

you found yourself hanging out with topper a lot more these days. you couldn't lie, you liked his company. he was so different from rafe, surprisingly. attentive, thoughtful and funny. he never failed to put a smile on your face, and made you feel so many things at once.

but still, he wasn't rafe.

your insta stories had been mainly about your friends and him, which didn't go unnoticed by rafe. each day passed by with him watching yours and top's insta stories, tagging each other in photos and posts that had him nearing the point of insanity. it kills him to see you finally being happy for once, and with a guy that wasn't him.

he knew he wasn't supposed to feel like this over you. jealous, crushed, and devastated all at once.

rafe was growing much more obsessed to see what you were up to lately, knowing that he could only watch your life in pictures... like he used to watch you sleep.

it killed you as well, the idea of rafe watching your stories and seeing your posts with topper, and him acting like he never cared for you at all. many times, you wished you were posting rafe instead and was having those moments with him, but that was the harsh reality you had to face. it could never be you, and rafe could never see you the way you saw him.

—

the three months slowly turned into longer times without rafe and you eventually got used to living without him, surrounding yourself more with the people you knew who loved you the most.

time flew by so fast and before you knew it, you were celebrating new year's eve tonight. not to mention that this year's christmas had been one of the best of your life, knowing that your friends were around to celebrate it with you.

sarah invited you, topper and the pogues to her house for a new year's eve party. which meant more alcohol, more cheesy moments, and none of rafe. you were just happy that that part of your life will be left behind after tonight.

or, at least, that's what you thought.

—

john b, jj and pope decided to get fireworks and light them up in sarah's backyard in hopes of a good display for tonight. she didn't seem to mind the idea though, but when she saw how much the boys had got, she doubted tonight's celebration would still be kept proper.

meanwhile, you, kie and sarah decorated the house for the celebration. after a while, the whole house looked perfect after a few hours of effort and climbing over chairs just to get the decorations up. "god, that was so tiring." sarah says, admiring the view of her living room as she wiped a few drops of sweat from her forehead. "this looks so fucking awesome. we did a good job." kie was the next one to reply, glancing at you and sarah with a proud smile.

"i can't wait to get shitfaced tonight." was the first sentence to leave your mouth after a while. the two of them just laughed at your remark. "is cutting back on alcohol really not one of your new year's resolutions?" sarah asks, her face twisted in a small grimace.

"listen here, cameron," you walked towards her, grabbing her shoulders gently with a smile on your face. "i'm probably one of the most alcoholic people you'll ever meet in your life. so don't get those hopes up of me cutting back from that shit."

"whatever you say, drama queen." she just shrugged and got away from your hold on her. "i just think that alcohol isn't really supposed to be the cure for all your problems."

—

two hours before new year's day, everyone gathered in sarah's backyard as you all watched the fireworks display. shades of green, blue, red and so many more colors scattered around the whole sky with different forms and all, giving all of you some sort of temporary happiness. "this year has been crazy," jj says, taking a swig of beer from his can. "yeah, well that's because you managed to pull kie. our girl over here, though..." pope says, turning towards you with a smirk. "has had the craziest year than all of us. well, probably. but at least she's happy now, right?"

happy wasn't the exact word to describe what you felt currently. there were times when you reminisced about the past you had with rafe, all while managing to stay carefree. so to say, you were just distracted.

"i mean yeah, i definitely am happy. i got all of you... and, well, topper. i'm perfectly happy with the way i am now." you shot them a half-hearted smile, ignoring the way your heart practically clenched at your own words.

"that's really good, babes. at least we know you're doing okay now." kie chimes in, before leaning over to give you a tight hug. "we're really proud of how you've dealt with everything."

a sense of satisfaction flooded your senses, making you feel calm and rested all at once. "thanks, kie. i wouldn't have done it without all of you." you looked at everyone with a smile, the sight of them being all around making you feel much more better than ever.

—

"three, two, one, happy new year!" the sound of your friends counting down, and more fireworks being lit up and displayed into the sky rang in your ears, sending a rush of satisfaction throughout your whole body.

everyone sent their greetings and hugged each other tightly, the thought of being thankful and happy running through each of your minds.

you've finally felt all your burdens from last year leave your body, making you feel new and a different person.

you checked your phone for the photos you took earlier, but then a text came through. and it wasn't just any text, it was from the man you have tried so hard to free yourself from.

rafe (do NOT reply): someone played this song at my neighbor's house today. immediately thought of you.

> sent a link to "new year's day - taylor swift" on spotify

a/n: i feel like the new year's celebration shit was so out of the season. it's almost february and i don't know what to feel abt this ISTGGGGG anyway i've never felt so excited to write for a part 2 of a fic that i finished ts in about 2 hours 🙏🏻 feel free to rant in the comments or my inbox mwah

masterlist | part 1

[bangtanhoesthings]

Long ask.

Forgive me, this will be all over the place.

I have noticed that over the past few years the hate for the boys has been escalating particularly for Jimin, Jungkook and Joonie.

For Joonie, among other things, because as a leader, if they break him, they might break BTS. (Gosh look at him😭. Has me my man, my man, my man-ning all over the place like a dog in heat, it's embarrassing and a little concerning). Sorry, I digressed but look at him 😭😭😭, y'all don't thirst over this man enough. Woof! 🫦

Anyways, moving on.

For Jungkook, among a plethora of other reasons, because of the unrivaled, unmitigated global success he has had and continues to have (am so proud of my funky lil popstar ✨).

He came, he saw, he conquered. Kicked ass and took names. Ate and left no crumbs. Had them by the neck. Pulled up and shut it down (Somebody stop me 😭)

The way some army attribute his success to the 🛴 guy boils my blood, and that rage is for another day.

This post is towards Jimin.

Jimin's hate is both from outside and inside the fandom ( am not talking about solos, toxic shippers, mantis and the like) but people who claim to be 0T7.

I know that Jimin has had haters for years but the shady tweets I saw during the FACE and MUSE era from so called "ARMY" said a lot. Am not here to debate who is or isn't ARMY. That's for another time.

My question is, why does Jimin's success seem to be a sore spot for some 0T7s? The one reason I have been able to come up with is that Jimin sort of messed up the hierarchy system.

Let me explain and see if I make sense. For a long time, when people thought of the maknae line, no matter the order in which they ranked Tae and Kookie, Jimin was always the third one. Too many posts relegating him to the role of cheerleader and not much else. I saw posts before solo works commenced dismissing the idea that Jimin would ever release an album but would instead fully support the others. Well, he not only released two solo albums, but was also a composer, lyricist among other things, so they can take their opinion and smoke it.

When the solo era started, people had different expectations for what every maknae members would achieve but no matter the expectations, those for Jimin were that he would be third. Bronze medalist if you will.

FACE was released, Like Crazy got to number 1 and I logged off twitter. We were in hell particularly when it went from 1 to 45 after Billboard deleted over 100k sales and changed the rules (thank you Travis Scott for freeing Jimin and finally taking that number 1 spot). The hate from outside was expected, it was when it came from within the fandom that it hurt.

Fast forward to MUSE and it got worse. Sprinkle in a dash of Are You Sure and we have

Here I have a list of things I have noticed

1. An increase in the number of people talking about how they hate PJMs and how they are making them turn against Jimin. Honey, if a solo can make you dislike one member, you aren't sh*t anyway.

2. Dislike for Jimin disguised as dislike for his solos. If you haven't seen it, consider yourself lucky.

3. How sometimes ARMY came in droves when a member didn't achieve something but Jimin did. For example Spotify US. When a new song failed to enter but Jimin's songs increased ( during both LC and Who era).

4. His long run on the hot 100 has really revealed people's true colours. It's not his fault. Blame the fandom for their clear bias.

5. The number of ARMY accounts on X low key calling AYS fanservice.

6. Discourse on Jimin's ability to sing. I don't argue with stupid people.

I could go on and on but what I am trying to say is that in a perfect world, it would be wonderful if all the members had the same support from ARMY. The discrepancy needs to be addressed (caused by a multitude of reasons) but making it a member's fault and not the fandom is asinine.

I used to be a 1D fan and my favourite member to date is the least favourite and successful, Louis Tomlinson but that doesn't mean I hate on Harry, Zayn or Niall for their success. I wouldn't even know where to begin.

What prompted this you may ask? I saw a post talking about Jimin being the company and fandom fave and having special support. Like huh?

All in all what I am trying to say is that Jimin really shook things up and some people resent him for it. That one post (article?) about Jimin bringing out either admiration or envy keeps getting proven right.

Keep supporting this angel for a long and happy life.

What do you think are some other reasons for the increase in the 0T6 agenda against Jimin?

[mrs-monaghan]

Tbh I'm a jikooker, but I find it incredibly difficult to fit a healthy long-term relationship into the same timeline as all of jimin's solo work. It's not the pronouns or taking one lyric very literally, its the entire thing, plus comments from him and his producers. To me, you'd have to do some serious olympic level mental gymnastics to make that make sense. I don't doubt that jikook have a special bond, I've definitely seen things between them that definitely look like sexual attraction to me and things that surpass friendship boundaries, but I can't in good faith say that they're together in some official long-term way if I actually listen to jimin and his work.

I've seen some jikookers think they broke up for a while, but I have to question if those people have ever been through a breakup because the little bit of distance/separation/awkwardness we did see from them during chapter 2 is nothing compared to the type of tension that would be there if a relationship that intimate and intertwined had separated, especially considering the dark feelings jimin was feeling. He wouldn't have been cutely commenting on jungkook's lives and jungkook wouldn't have been asking to hang-out or getting excited to see jimin in his comments.

Idk, I'm sure someone could twist everything a certain way and only take certain things at face-value and then make everything else abstract, etc. to make the case that they are together, but I don't really see it. You look at face-off, alone, and just his general dark feelings during Face, then look at the creation of Muse and how him and his producers said he couldn't relate to the love-dovey beginning songs, which is how they ended up making Who (despite the fact that jikookers try to distance him from the song since he doesn't have writing credits even though he sat in the recording room telling them what he wanted and saying it felt like reading his diary). I think jimin could have very well gone through a pretty awful breakup along with the inner turmoil he was going through post-covid, but I don't think it was with jungkook if he did. I still enjoy jikook's bond either way at the end of the day, but yeah I don't really get how anyone can take an honest look at jimin's work and his words and think he was in a long-term healthy love-of-his-life relationship during that time or into chapter 2.

Not trying to change your opinion or anything, honestly I don't really see it discussed much in jikooker spaces (besides bad-faith stuff like tkkers stirring up shit over pronouns in lyrics which is just dumb) and when it is, some jikookers are pretty pick-and-choose about what they deem to be true to jimin's feelings and what isn't. Which I get being nuanced, but sometimes it does feel like a "well this fits my beliefs so clearly this is true to jimin and this doesn't so it means nothing because he didn't write it" or whatever. I honestly get annoyed with the bad-faith arguers because it prevents being able to have actual discussions about some of this stuff in our little jikooker corner of tumblr. Like "he said her, he's clearly straight! he danced with a girl, straight!" stfu.

I don't have much to say to you anon. Not really. Not anything that hasn't been said anyway. Which you've seen and decided its jkkrs doing mental gymnastics. "I'm a Jikooker but..." its never a great way to start a sentence. It just gives major insecure jkkr vibes which i just 😬😬😬😬😬😬😬 you either believe in them or you don't. There is no if, and or buts.

I will leave you with this; over the years, antis and (insecure) jkkrs alike have always found a way to conclude Jkk aren't as close anymore or they broke up or some other bullshit. But what happens everytime Jikook resurface and we see them together again?

NOTHING HAS CHANGED!!!

Nothing ever changes with these 2! They come back closer, more in sync, happier, more in love and their relationship more established than ever. This happens every👏🏽damn👏🏽time👏🏽 Everytime!

Then the insecure jkkrs will be like "jkk is real" again.

And then we will go without content for a while and once again we are back here with the jkk aren't as close argument. Once again. It is an exhausting cycle that I refuse to be a part of.

You can try and nit pick various reasons as to why Jikook aren't in an established rlship, but I will chose to focus on reasons why they are definitely 130000000% in a relationship. Like the fact that they are enlisted together rn, the fact that they could have done AYS with other members but chose eo. Or the fact that Jimin wrote his name on JK's chest with sunscreen and I dont even want to imagine how he did that. What position they were in that would justify people calling them brothers 😂

You do you anon. I'mma just be over here enjoying Jimin promote the hell out of his favourite JK song.

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Look at him so proud of his man 🥺🥺