#*chews popcorn faster*

[sleepis4theweak]

when u want to go to bed but... popcorn........

[jinxificada]

regina george is so hot.

au!powder x reader

summary: she’s tired of bottling these tormenting desires, would you give her a hand?

notes: nsfw, modern au, 5,7k wc. loosely based on “naked in manhattan” by chappel roan. initially written abt jinx, but i decided to try with powder! um, i dunno why this is so damn long.. i hope it doesn’t suck, Don’t even ask me to proofread.

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺

“regina george is so hot.” you hear her voice on your side, making you pause mid chewing.

it was one of your usual sleepovers; popcorn, movies. you also steal cans of beer from her dad’s bar right below the apartment. a routine you’ve set since you were 15.

“yeah..?” you frown in confusion, glancing at her curiously and then back at the screen of her laptop.

“I mean, don’t you agree?”

she pauses the movie to look at you and raising eyebrow expectantly. she already knew what your answer was.. the only right answer.

“obviously,” you play along, sipping on the beer as you avoid her gaze. “it’s just the way you said it… as if you’re attracted to girls.”

as far as you know, powder was straight— you both were. you’ve seen her drool over boys, the walls of her room covered with posters of male artists (and scientists), she loves to flirt around with the male population, never once casting a second glance at a girl like that. hell, you were pretty sure she currently had a thing going on with ekko.

she rolls her eyes and shoves your shoulder like you said the most ridiculous thing, “I’m just pointing out the obvious!”

it was an obvious statement that everyone can agree with. you just don’t mistakenly say it with such a yearning tone.

as you sit together, she takes another look at you with the corner of her eye, a curious thought running through her mind, her heart beating faster… she tries her best to not let it show, but she can’t help to keep drifting her eyes off the movie to you.

she has a pretty girl drinking beer and watching a movie as they laid on her bed.

and she’s yearning.

what if? she thinks to herself, before hastily trying to shut the thought down.

after a few minutes, she takes a long swig of the beer, hoping it’ll help her forget that silly idea…

she tries to focus on the movie, but her mind is a growing mess. what if?... she looks over at you, taking in the way the light from the dimmed screen flashes over your face, enhancing your beauty.

what if i try?

no, she can’t. you’re friends. just friends.. you don’t cross lines like that. you can’t cross lines like that.

but.. it would be so easy to just reach out and… no, stop that.

powder tries her best to act normal, laughing and commenting on the movie with you, but that thought just won’t leave her mind.

curiosity just builds up more and more. her eyes keep roaming back to you, taking in every curve of your face, every move of your body, as my brain is fighting a battle against this sudden.. need to test the boundaries.

she shifts in the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position. her heart is skipping beats as she tries to make it casual, like it’s nothing. her fingers keep rubbing the muscle of her thigh, pretending to be massaging a cramp until she built the courage to finally speak.

“my leg is cramping,” she grumbled while rubbing and massaging her leg. “mind lending me a hand?” she says, hoping that her comment would pass out as a joke so she can forget about this.

you eye her, scoffing a quiet chuckle. “are you serious?”

there it is, she should laugh it off and focus on the movie. she should keep whatever desire she’s feeling buried deep inside and set her mind on ekko, the boy everyone knows has the hots for her—

“please?” she pleads. “it hurts so bad.”

she keeps gently rubbing her leg, and with a subtle shift in her position her oversized shirt rides up, revealing more of her thigh as she angles it slightly towards you.

her stomach flutters when your eyes travel towards her exposed skin. you hesitate, taking in the way her muscle twitches slightly, your left hand finally moves and falls on her pale thigh, starting to knead and immediately looking back at the movie.

powder almost let out a sigh of relief as your hand finally touches her. she watched intently as your hand massages her thigh, working the muscle.

you were so agreeable, too, never having trouble to convince you to do whatever she wanted.

she wondered how far she could take it. how much are you willing to please her..?

she leans back against the headboard of the bed, her mind racing as she silently enjoys the sensations of your touch.. the heat of your hand against her skin, the way your fingers gently press into her leg. her body is responding to your touch in a way it never has before, and it’s taking everything in her to stay in control.

she shifts uncomfortably on the bed, unable to focus on the movie anymore.

but you kept your hand close to her knee.

“is that good?”

she almost let out a squeak as a shudder runs through you. the innocent way in which you ask that, as if you’re genuinely just trying to be helpful, is almost too much for her to handle right now.

she nods quickly, swallowing hard. “y-yeah that’s perfect.” her voice coming out just a tad huskier than before.

you turn to look at her, smiling as you squeeze her thigh. she’s got smooth skin, the faintest freckles on them. you liked that she was a little fit.

“you know… it feels even better a bit higher up.”

the words are out of her mouth before she can stop herself.

but you comply, moving ever so slightly. “there?”

she bites her lip to hold back a soft whine.

“a little higher.. please?”

her heart is racing in her chest as she asks, knowing full well where she’s leading this.

“mmkay,” you chuckle quietly, moving even higher. was it you, or did her skin feel more heated?

she lets out a shaky exhale as your hand moves higher, almost to the top of her thigh. her muscles tense slightly as your finger brushes against the hem of her small tight shorts underneath her shirt.

“h-higher.” she breathes heavily, her body is buzzing with the heat rushing through her. she’s pushing it.

you hesitate briefly, complying anyway. your fingers slowly reaching her inner thighs…

you couldn’t be crazy. she felt so warm, a burning heat coming from between her legs. it was making you feel weird in your stomach.

her breath hitches at the feeling of your fingers on her sensitive skin, the buzzing in her body almost becoming overwhelming. her brain is foggy with this new sensation, the want and need to feel your touch all over her.

she shifts slightly, spreading her legs a bit wider. “like that…”

her hands grip the bed sheets tightly, silently praying you would keep going, to touch her more.

“don’t stop.” she pleads as she feels your fingers slowly tracing the top of her shorts.

“pow…” you mumble in a warning tone. you lick your lips, feeling your mouth dry.

but she’s got so far, you can’t deny her now. please don’t deny her now.

she leans forward, resting a hand on your knee. “please.” she practically whispers, all pretense of a thigh cramp gone. “i need it… i need you.”

an unknown sound leaves your mouth against your will, something like a whimper. you can’t meet her eyes as you move your hand higher, shyly sneaking under her shorts.

she shivers as your hand finally reaches where she wanted it, having to bite her lip again to keep any embarrassing sounds at bay.

“f-fuck.” she breathes, her body going rigid as your eyes meet again. all the tension, the desire.. you can see it all in the look she’s giving you.

it’s almost too much. why do you want to moan if it’s her the one being touched? you cover your face with your free hand, trying to hide how flustered you were.

you keep exploring between her legs. the almost all-consuming warmth, magnetically luring you.

she tries to suppress a moan at the feel of your hand, covering her mouth with her own hand as the other grips at the bed sheets tightly.

“fuck..“ she curses again, her hips rocking against the touch. she’s losing all willpower to stop this now, and she can’t bring herself to care.

you touch her a bit more, flinching when you feel her arousal, pulling your hand away. “w-wait, wait.” you whimper, breathing heavily as you keep avoiding her gaze. you felt overwhelmed, flustered and confused.

and incredibly horny.

powder whined at the loss of contact, desperate for you to put your hand back but also a bit concerned with the look on your face.

she leans into you and brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “what’s wrong?” she asked, her own voice shaky.

“i-i don’t know what i’m doing—“ your lower lip trembled, the heat on your face making you feel even more embarrassed. “sorry, i’m sorry..”

she takes your face in her hands, making you look at her.

“hey.. it’s okay.” powder murmurs softly, soothing you. “don’t worry about it, alright?”

she tries to hide the disappointment from her voice, but neither of you can deny that the feeling of your hands on her was electrifying. tantalizing the vulnerable boundaries of your friendship and sexuality.

“let’s just... let’s just watch the movie, okay?”

you lean into her, hiding in the crook of her neck as you grasp her shirt, powder has her arms wrapped around you in a heartbeat, holding you against her.

“you’re okay.“ she whispers, trying her best to soothe you and ignore the fact she’s painfully aroused right now.

“i’m sorry…” you mumble again, now conscious of her real needs. you wanted to please her, you actually did. you were just so overwhelmed in the moment, the sudden wetness that pooled in your core scared you.

she leans back against the headboard of the bed, with you in her arms. she smelled so good, you didn’t wanna leave this spot.

“…let me try again.” you whisper shyly, now your right hand teasing the edge of her shorts.

powder sucks in a sharp breath as your hand moves back to the edge of her shorts, her body going rigid.

“are you sure? “ she asks hesitantly, still wary of your reaction, and unsure if she could handle the disappointment of you stopping again.

“mmhm,” you nod into her neck, grateful that she can’t see your furious blush. your hand goes back under her clothes, letting out a shaky breath when you feel her pussy with your fingers again.

powder bites her lip to hold back a moan, her head falling back against the headboard, fighting her body to keep her hips from rocking against your palm. she grabs your shirt, fisting the fabric tightly in your hand as she concentrates on her breathing.

“w-wait..” she gasps, trying to speak coherent words as her brain is getting foggy by the pleasure building inside her.

“w-what?” you quickly slip away again, worried that you might have done something wrong, but she reached out, taking your hand in hers and bringing it back to her shorts, guiding you where she wanted you.

“no…” she says, and this time despite her own voice betraying her, she tries to sound more reassuring. “i just… i just need you to keep going.. faster.”

“like this?” you murmur, hesitantly rubbing in circles.

she lets out an unashamed moan as your finger teases her clit, her hand gripping your shoulder as if trying to ground herself.

“y-yeah.. just like that.” her praise is a faint sigh, closing her eyes as the pleasure you’re providing her is the only thing occupying her mind.

you moan too, you can’t help it, your sounds quiet and muffled. she felt so hot, she sounded so hot. you were growing agitated, relishing in the ravenous way she moved her hips into you.

she’s almost shaking now, her body desperately wanting more, wanting release. her breathing is labored as she tries to speak.

“m-more, hm..please.” she manages to gasp out, letting her hand fall from your shoulder to grip the sheets once more.

you obey, paying close attention to which movements made her twitch and moan the most.

powder’s torn between keeping her mouth shut, in a desperate attempt to hold back all the needy moans and whines that threaten to spill from her mouth, and cry out loud, to let the neighbors know how good you’re making her feel.

she struggles to keep her body under control, but your every touch feels like she’s on fire, a ticking bomb waiting to explode. and she doesn’t want anything more than to just give into the pleasure.

her body writhing from your voracious stimulation, she’s not even trying to hold back anymore. she clutches at your arm as your touch grows confident, fingers spreading her folds, reaching her tight entrance to gather her fluids and go back to furiously rub her clit, learning that it was what made her react the most.

she was so close, so close... just a little more, and she’s almost there. powder pressed her hand against her mouth again, trying to stifle a deep moan coming from the back of her throat.

“jinx…” you whine quietly, your hand getting drenched in her juices as you work on her pussy. “‘wanna hear you…”

she instantly removes her hand from her mouth, her eyes closed and her mind so overwhelmed from the pleasure and her impending orgasm that she’s not even really aware of what’s happening anymore, her whole focus fixed on you, and the pleasure you’re giving her.

“s-so close—!“ she gasps.

you can’t stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together as she’s making little whines and whimpers in the back of my throat that sound completely needy at this point, aching for release.

“please,” she begged breathlessly. “i’m almost.. i’m so close, i just need a little more…”

her fingers dig into your arm, and you’re pretty sure if she squeezes any tighter her nails would draw blood.

the whine leaving her mouth ringed in your ear, the tension starting to peak. her thighs squeezes your hand, and to your surprise, she got more wet. her creamy orgasm moistened your palm, her body shocking sharply, scaring you for a second. but she doesn’t let you pull back, so you keep touching her as she rides her high.

just after a whole minute she stops trembling that much.

she keeps her eyes closed, her body still trembling ever so slightly. she feels boneless, like all her energy just left her body.

after a few seconds, she managed to blink her eyes open and find your worried gaze.

powder lets out a shaky exhale, and her hand moves from your arm to your cheek.

“i’m okay…“ she assures you, her voice sounding hoarse. she keeps her hand against your cheek, and she’s struck by the way you’re looking at her, your face still flushed with color.

“fuck, jinx…” you mumble with a frown, leaning into her hand. you can barely meet her eyes without getting even more flustered. your hand is still inside her shorts.

she chuckled softly, still feeling the afterglow from her orgasm.

“you can take your hand away now…” she murmured, her thumb stroking your cheek.

you flush in embarrassment, quickly shifting away. you look down at your hand, completely drenched in her fluids, her eyes follow your gaze, taking a moment to collect herself and then sit up, bringing a hand to your chin to turn you face her.

“hey..” she says softly, her voice still a tad shaky. “you okay?”

“gotta clean up,” you blurted, rushing to the bathroom in an attempt to escape the awkwardness that filled your body.

what the hell just happened…?

she watches as you dart away, feeling her stomach drop nervously, she took a deep breath and tried to clear her head, suddenly realizing the mess that is still between her thighs.

powder gets up and grabs a towel from a nearby chair, using it to clean herself off before throwing it in the laundry basket.

she considers following you to the bathroom, but she’s not sure if she should. you needed a minute to yourself, and she was worried about making things awkward.

more than it already was.

she sits back down on the bed, still a little shaken from what just happened. you both knew your friendship would never be the same after tonight.

you liked to believe otherwise. desperately. it was probably the heat of the moment, she was horny and you were there, so you gave her a hand. that was it.

though the wetness between your legs said that you were indeed affected by this.

you tried to ignore it.

you get out of the bathroom and make your way back next to her in the bed, not sparing her a glance as you fix the computer where it was and go back the minutes you missed from the movie.

powder can’t help the way her heart twinges a little as you keep your distance and don’t even look at her. it hurts more than she’d like to admit. she’s starting to think that maybe, maybe she did read this whole situation wrong.

so she keeps quiet, unsure of what to say now that you’re back. she can’t even pretend to focus on the movie, her thoughts whirling in her head.

her eyes keep stealing glances at you, searching your face for any clue as to how you feel. she’s trying to find some hint of that flush on your cheeks, something to give her some hope that what you did affected you just as much as it did to her.

the only hint she gets is the way your thighs are pressed so tightly together that it's almost like you're trying to hold back any evidence of what just happened.

you sit there in the quiet of the room, the only sound being the movie playing on the computer. she’s growing antsy, desperate to know if this changed your friendship or not.

finally, her impatience wins over and she can’t sit quietly anymore. she breaks the silence, her voice uncharacteristically small.

“are we not going to talk about it?”

you frown instantly, distractedly taking some popcorn.

“if you want,” you say, trying so hard to feign nonchalance.

you hear powder sigh a bit too loudly, she’s taken back by your response. she tries not to let it bother her as she gathered her thoughts.

“i just…” she begins, hesitating a little. “i just wanted to know if…” she trails off, not sure how to ask her next question. she bites her lip, trying to summon the courage to just spit it out. “were you.. okay with.. what we did?” she finally managed to ask, her hands clenched into fists in her lap. she was trying to keep her voice even, but it was obvious she was a little nervous about your answer.

your thighs clenched again, letting out a shaky breath.

“y-yeah, sure. i just.. helped you out.” you try to dismiss again, ignoring your own blush and arousal.

“just helped out?” she echoed, a little bitterly.

she bites her lip, unable to keep the pang of disappointment from her heart.

she wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it wasn’t this nonchalant attitude. she forced herself to continue, trying to keep the emotion from her voice.

“so you didn’t.. enjoy it at all?”

you look at her, wide eyed. “w-we’re not like that, jinx.” you reminded her, scared of your own reactions, you… feelings. “i dunno…”

she feels something inside her twist in an unpleasant way, and she fights to control her face and keep the disappointment buried deep inside her.

“you’re right.. we’re just friends...” she murmurs as realization sets in that you really didn’t see anything more about what you did.

she forces herself to look away, staring back at the movie screen so you don’t see the emotions in her face.

but she’s your friend, of course you’d notice.

you don’t like seeing her like that, instantly urging you to comfort her. you cuddle her side, pouting softly as you wrap your arms around her waist. it felt right.

her breath hitches in her throat when she feels your arms wrapping around her. she leaned into your body instinctively, her head falling on your shoulder.

It feels like you’re offering some comfort, some kindness, after the rejection she’s feeling.

“friend’s help each other out.” she murmured half jokingly under her breath, sounding a bit self-deprecating.

you repeat her words in your mind, growing more and more conscious of the burning feeling in your core.

maybe…

you nuzzle into her neck for a moment, before daring to speak. “c-could you help me?”

she’s completely caught off guard by your words, her eyes widening a little as she looks at you. your words had so much implication behind them.

“help you..?” she asks slowly, trying to get you to clarify. a part of her didn’t want to get her hopes up in case she was misinterpreting it.

you’re quick to specify, taking her left hand to press it over your pants, almost naturally rocking your hips enthusiastically. she’s sure she has never seen you so… demanding.

“it’s aching…” you whimper softly, “you made me feel like this…”

she sucks in a breath as she feels the heat coming from your core. she lets her hand linger on your shorts as her eyes roam your face.

“i did..?” she says, surprise coloring her voice. she’s surprised that this effect you were having on her was mutual. “but I thought we’re just friends?” you noticed the faintest smirk tugging at her lips, naturally teasing you.

though powder almost doesn’t believe what’s happening right now. she keeps her hand between your legs, moving a little closer to you, her eyes fixed on your face.

“so you like it when i touch you like this?” she asks in a voice laced with both surprise and just a hint of smugness.

you’re instantly crumbling, nodding fervently as you hide in her neck again, breathing heavily.

“hurry…”

powder slowly drags her hand up your shorts, her fingers playing with the elastic of your underwear, and she takes a moment to revel in the way your breath stutters out, your body shifting restlessly against her.

“hurry..?” she mocked, “are you… impatient?”

“n-no, please don’t tease me jinx.” i begged, grasping onto her shirt. “i helped you out, please.”

she chuckled softly at your adorable begging. “‘can’t help it, you’re just too cute when you’re horny.” she tells you, before giving in to your pleading.

her hand moves further into your shorts, her fingers slowly rubbing against the throbbing button in your panties and drawing out a shaky gasp from you.

“like this, is this what you need?” she murmured, her tone still just a little titillating, but her words were sincere.

“you know it is,” you pouted, buckling your hips into her touch.

“mhmm,” she hummed, pleased to know she’s teased you enough to break you. she keeps her touch light, her fingertips circling teasing you without doing enough to actually give you any real relief.

“you’re already so worked up...” she remarks, feeling the wetness that’s already leaking into your underwear. “i didn’t even do that much to you.” she teases again, enjoying the way you gasp and writhe against her.

she brushes her lips against your neck, nipping and kissing on the sensitive skin. “you’re such a mess…” she murmured against your skin.

you grunted, moving your hand to grip her hair. “please—“ you breathed out into her jaw.

she hears the pleading in your voice, mixed in with just a hint of annoyance, and she can’t help the way her stomach twists with arousal at the sound.

“alright, i won’t tease anymore” she soothes, her fingers moving a little firmer against you, searching for a way to give you what you need.

you whine softly, your back arching into her, you were a tangled mess, her laptop once again sliding to the side as you kept shifting in the bed. you felt her breath against your cheek…

you kinda wanted to kiss her.

she lets her eyes roam over your face, taking in your flushed skin and your parted lips. powder was having a hard time concentrating with you so close, just like you, your every thought circling back to the fact that you wanted to kiss her.

“you’re so pretty.” she murmured absentmindedly, her fingers rubbing a little harder, deciding that she also wanted more, she slipped her hand underneath your panties, caressing your cunt shamelessly and pushing two fingers inside you at once, bringing out a guttural moan from you.

your eyes flickering from her lips to her blue hooded gaze. your chin tilted up without you realizing, feeling dizzy.

she noticed your eyes lingering on her lips, and her breath stuttered for a moment in her chest, feeling her own desire welling up.

she knows she probably shouldn’t kiss you, that it would change everything. but you’re right there, your parted lips so close to hers, and she finds she doesn’t have the self control to stop herself any longer. if she ever had it at all.

her fingers pause agonizingly inside you, as she leaned her head in and closed the distance, pressing her lips against yours before you could let out the irritated cry of complaint.

it’s short, sweet. you kissed her back before pulling away, shyly meeting her eyes for a second.

she pulls back a moment after you, feeling dazed from the short lived kiss. she keeps her eyes trained on you as she tries to regain her bearings a little.

“you didn’t seem to mind that very much.” she commented a little breathlessly, a small smile forming on her lips as she takes in your flushed expression.

you can only frown, tugging at her hair to pull her down again, kissing her deliberately, making her gasp a little in surprise her hair getting tugged harder by your grip as your lips press against hers. she has a moment to react before her mind melts away, and she just leans into you in a more heated kiss.

with her hand still between your thighs, the rest of her body follows as she settles on top of you, her other hand keeping itself propped up in the bed.

the kiss turns just a little more desperate, her tongue seeking out your mouth as it becomes harder to concentrate, but she finds she doesn’t particularly mind.

it gets messier, your dizziness making it hard for tou to follow her pace, her tongue and yours clashing everywhere. you moaned into her lips, grinding your hips against her hand. you felt little tears pricking in the corner of your eyes from the building pleasure.

she moaned with you, her hand moving a little more urgently against you, pounding her fingers mercilessly. and if it weren’t for the way she’s propped up on top of you, she would have probably started to grind against you a little herself.

you have to pull back from the kiss, a growling sound escaping from your throat as your back arches to press into her chest. she was hitting your sweet spot with an unrelenting pace.

she watches in awe as you curled into her hand, her mouth almost going dry at the sight of your face so overcome with pleasure. her breathing is labored as she tries to keep her hand in the most steady pace, her eyes never leaving your face.

“right there?” she asks urgently, her tone almost a little desperate for you to answer.

“yes,” you sobbed, tears streaming down your reddened warm cheeks. “feels so good, hm— i can’t..” you blabbered.

her need to make you feel good, to give you the release you’ve been seeking takes over all my thoughts, powder is utterly fascinated by you, and she’s consumed in the urge to make you fall apart.

her fingers continued their assault on your abused pussy, pushing you to delirium. you never thought powder could be so talented with her hand, if your mind was clearer you would’ve questioned how did she know where and how to push the right buttons. her thumb moved to play with your unattended clit as her face leaned close to your ear.

“don’t cry.” she urged, her voice low and gravelly. “i’m going to take care of you, okay? i’m going to make you feel so good. just tell me you’re mine.”

it felt so good hearing that, just as much as it confused you. “w-what?”

in reality, her own words had surprised her, powder felt herself faltering for a moment. she didn't mean to say that, but with you so vulnerable and desperate beneath her, it just came out.

“just—“ she begins, attempting a confident voice. “just tell me you’re mine right now. that’s all i need.”

you comply without thinking much, her words making you impossibly wetter.

“m’yours.” you whimpered, “i’m yours, powder, only yours.”

powder shivers a little at your words as a possessive feeling seizes her heart, making her want to pull you even closer and never let go.

“good.” she murmurs, as she returns her body against yours, her head nuzzling into your neck. she continues her touch, fucking you at a frantic, almost animalistic pace, the wet sounds of your cunt lasciviously echoing in her room. “now be a good girl and come for me”

she doesn’t have to tell you twice, reaching your peak effortlessly under her touch. you can’t say you really tried to control your body, feeling possessed by something else, something bigger than you. powder doesn’t stop her movements until you’ve ridden out the aftershocks and your body relaxes, a sense of pride welling up in her chest at seeing you come apart so easily for her.

she buries her head into your shoulder, taking a couple more deep breaths to slow her thoughts. she’d be lying to herself if she said this didn’t mean more to her than just two friends helping each other out.

so she rather don’t say anything for a moment, just listening to the sound of your breathing as your body comes down from the high. she let some of the possessive feelings wash away, settling on just enjoying the contentment of staying so close to you.

you feel more calm, but you were craving something. tugging at her hair again gently, you pull her face close to yours.

her eyes lift her head to look at you. her heart stutters seeing you looking so flushed, your hair messy around your head.

“what is it?” she asked softly, resting her chin on your chest.

“kiss,” you mumble so quietly that you barely hear yourself.

a flicker of surprise briefly passes through her mind as she registers your words, her chest almost clenching at the soft and almost shy tone of your request.

her blue eyes search your face for a moment before her gaze lands on your lips. she moved into them without another word, pressing her lips softly against yours.

she parts her lips against yours, taking a moment to relish in the sweet feeling of your mouth against hers. she gently slides her tongue into your mouth, savoring you in a different way than she did before. her hand moving up from your shorts to caress your neck.

but you pull back reluctantly, taking her wrist in your hand.

“dirty fingers.” you point out.

she lets out a sheepish chuckle, her cheeks flushing as she realized her dirty fingers had just touched your skin. “you’re right...” she murmurs, holding up her hand a little bit to look at the evidence staining her fingers.

she brings her messy fingers to her mouth and starts to lick them clean, maintaining eye contact with you as she watches your reaction.

oh my god…

your eyes widened, your darkened gaze fixed on the way she tasted you so greedily, an intense blush creeps on your cheeks as she hollowed hers, humming in delight.

a satisfied smile appeared on her lips as she saw the color on your face and felt the way your breath stutters as you watch her suck her fingers clean.

“you taste so good.” she praised, loving the way her words make you squirm a little underneath her.

“what is it?” she asks, amused at your pouty expression. she shifts her weight a little so she’s leaning on her forearms, hovering above you. she takes a moment to admire the sight of you splayed beneath her, disheveled and breathless from her touch.

you let her now bring her hand up to caress your flushed cheek, her eyes roaming between your face and that pouty mouth of yours. “tell me what you’re thinking,” she whispered, though her voice still sounded a little rougher than usual. “you’re not… not regretting what we just did again, right?”

“n-no, no, i don’t regret it.” you rushed to say, stumbling over your words. you can’t stand the way her mouth pouted at you, anticipating the worst. “that’s.. sort of the problem, pow… i, um—”

“the problem?” she interrupted, almost scowling.

“i mean, not the problem,” you tried to correct yourself. “this is just, um, new.”

ah.

she almost sighs in relief as you explain yourself, her shoulders relaxing. powder lets her body rest more heavily on top of you, her head dipping down so she could rest her chin on your shoulder without having to prop herself up with her arms.

“new and good?” she inquires quietly against your ear, needing to hear the answer to quell her nervousness.

you slowly move your arms to embrace her as she keeps her head nestled in the crook of your neck, cuddling warmly. you’re suddenly consumed with the desire to breathe in the scent of her hair.

“you need time to process things?” she suggested in a murmur into your skin, closing her eyes and just relishing in your closeness for the moment.

“yes,” you quavered, appreciating her understanding. your grip tightened, giving in to your desires as your nose pressed into her soft blue hair. “but don’t leave.”

[slightly-knot-insane]

Idea for fic: where the reader is on the bed teasing the monster that they tied to the wall with a rope or chain and is some how holding the chain (kinda like a pulley system) and accidentally lets go of the chain and the monster pounces on them ;)

a/n: Hehehe, I love this! :3 Thank you for the ask!

Hung-Over

[ m!monster x fem!reader ]

content: grinding

You wait for him to wake up, your arms crossed, a pout on your mouth. You tug the rope around his legs, trying to wake him up faster - you were becoming irritatingly impatient.

With a long yawn followed by a grunt, he opens one eye. "Oh shit... Everything hurts." He notices you and immediately wakes up, his eyes dilating in panic. "I'm... in trouble?"

"You got drunk again!" you snap. "You got drunk again, forgot your phone at a pub, and barged in through the door like a rhino!"

"I broke our door again?"

"No, luckily you were able to use the lock, but you slammed the door so hard, I think the wall next to it cracked."

"I'm so sorry, love, I—" He frowns and wriggles his arms and legs. Or better said - tries to. "Why are my wrists and ankles tied?"

"I told you I'll punish you if you scare me like that again. Now you're hungover, tied and will watch Pawn Stars all morning."

"NO!" He roars, anguish written all over his face. "You know how much I hate those cheapskates! Ow... my head..."

You turn on the TV sit in the armchair next to your bed and grab a huge bowl of popcorn you already prepared. You enjoy the grunts and annoyed comments your boyfriend throws at the TV.

After one episode finishes, you look at your prisoner and see him straining to grab the end of one of the ropes, probably intending to either pull it or just chew it off. "Hey!" You jump on the bed and smack his hand away. You stand above him, legs spread and arms akimbo. "You could just apologize and admit you fucked up."

He eyes you from your ankles to your lips. "Didn't I?"

"You can be a real prick sometimes, you know that?"

He sighs. "I know and I am sorry. But I always forget my stuff when I'm drunk." You take the rope and pull it, quartering your boyfriend a little bit more. "Ouch!"

"Ask some of your friends to watch it for you before you get completely pissed. Seriously. I was so worried."

He looks at you, puppy eyes mode on. "Really? You love me that much?"

You click your tongue and pull the rope again, the elaborate pulley system you prepared while your boyfriend was passed out on your bed doing what it's supposed to. He grunts and... laughs? You look down and roll your eyes. A big lump is formed under his boxers. "You really are a freak."

"You know it, babe," he smirks and his tail (that sneakily coiled around your ankle while you weren't paying attention) lifts your leg up. With a yelp you fall on the bed and let go of the rope. A perfect opportunity for him. He simply sits up and, with a yank, pulls one of the ropes out of the pulleys. While you wrestle with his strong tail pinning you into the mattress, he frees his legs and lays on top of you. His wrists remain tied together but that doesn't bother him - he pulls your arms above your head and places himself between your legs. "Aaah, finally. Where I'm supposed to be."

His bulge presses against your groin and you can't escape getting hot under his warm weight. "You asshole..."

He keeps moving his hips up and down, grinding his hardness against your soft folds. He kisses you, moaning even before you do. You push yourself up, to feel him more. He spreads your legs further with every futile push. You feel his cock prodding against your entrance but your clothes are holding it captured. The desperate rolls of your boyfriends pelvis indicate he just might be close... And you are as well. You pant, lick your dry lips wanting to taste his delicious cock and ride it to your orgasm. But all you can do is angrily rub against him, sliding up and down his bent shaft. It becomes almost unbearable and painful, but pleasure building up soothes every burning nerve. You climax grinding against his stomach. He laughs, triumphantly letting you go and getting his cock out. Through his tied hands he blows his load onto you, staining your PJs and hair. But all you can do is laugh with him.

He kisses your sweaty forehead. "I'm sorry for making you worried. I promise I won't let this happen again. If..."

You raise your eyebrow. "If?"

"If we don't dismantle this wonderful pulley system you came up with. I'm sure it will come in very useful in the future."

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ COME BACK TO ME(PLEASE ) kim minji x reader

↳ warnings this takes place during ditto era, minji is down bad, 6th member reader

minji stood frozen, her gaze locked on the ethereal girl as she glided past without stopping. every movement seemed choreographed, every step a graceful dance. time seemed to slow as minji drank in the girl's beauty—a beauty so unique, it made minji question her own perception of the word beauty. 

it was the kind of beauty that transcended mere physical appearance, captivating minji’s senses and leaving her speechless and then that specific feeling started creeping upon minji.

regret.

the feeling of realizing you messed up the best thing that could ever happen to you.

yeah, that’s what she was feeling right now.

"oh no, don't give me that look," minji turned to hanni, who shot her a scolding glance. "you broke up with her, bro. don’t act all heartbroken just because your ego got in the way."

minji’s shoulders sagged under Hanni's sharp gaze, her expression a mix of regret and frustration. "I know, I know," she muttered, “she’s just so pretty.”

minji couldn't fathom why their ceo thought it was a stroke of genius to add yn to the group after pitting her and yn against each other the entire time. It felt like a cruel joke, especially considering the rule of having only "five people" for debut for the group only to suddenly change course and introduce yn months after their debut dropped. the decision felt like a slap in the face.

like everything she did was for nothing, like letting yn go was for nothing, being an asshole was all for nothing.

“she is.” hanni  responded with no remorse, not even flinching at minji’s glare, “and I don’t know what you were thinking.” she says rubbing salt into the wound causing minji to groan and throw her head back.

"I don't know what I was thinking either," minji whispered to herself, the weight of her own words echoing in the quiet of the room. 

with a heavy sigh, she pushed herself up from the couch, a weariness settling over her like a heavy blanket. "I'm gonna go lay down," she muttered as she trudged away, her steps heavy with the burden of her thoughts.

"don’t forget we're all meeting back in the living room in an hour to watch ditto drop!" hanni’s voice called after minji, her words giving a burst of energy that clashed with minji’s mood. but minji was already disappearing down the hallway, her groan serving as a half-hearted response to hanni’s reminder.

minji kept her gaze fixed on the floor as she made her way down the hall to her room, lost in her thoughts and oblivious to the figure approaching that makes their way down to opposite side of the hall with a bag of caramel popcorn in their hands, with a sudden collision, their bodies collided, eliciting a yelp from both parties involved.

startled , minji looked up, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes met yn’s. time seemed to stand still as they locked gazes, minji momentarily forgetting how to breathe in the presence of the girl.

while the girl stuffs an handful the popcorn she already had in her hand in her mouth while clutching the bag in her other.

minji observed yn’s awkward attempt to slowly chew the sweet popcorn, her mind racing faster than her mouth could keep up. "you're still obsessed with caramel popcorn?" she blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips before she could fully process them.

yn’s eyes flicked up to meet minji’s, a hint of sheepishness coloring her expression as she swallowed the popcorn. "yeah," she admitted but immediately hardening up, “that doesn’t matter though, since nothing about me matters.” she responds quoting the older girls words causing minji to cringe.

“yn-“

"I really don't want to hear it," yn interjected quietly, cutting off minji’s attempt to speak. "you said what you had to say already," she added, her tone tinged with a hint of vulnerability before turning and walking down the hall.

minji hand instinctively reached out as if to stop her, but she hesitated, the weight of yn’s words settling heavily in her chest. With a resigned sigh, minji let her hand fall back to her side, watching silently as yn disappeared from view, the distance between them feeling wider than ever before.

she felt the weight in her chest get heavier as she turned around and headed to her room, being around yn has been so hard, the more she interacts with the girl the more she feels like she’s going to explode in tears.

minji lets herself sink into her bed and closes her eyes letting her guilty tears fall, she pulls her blanket over her and lets sleep slowly take over.

and just as she closes her eyes she opens them, when she feels an excited hyein open the door of the room, minji looks at the time, it’s been an hour since she fell asleep.

“minji unnie, get up!”the younger yells, “we have two minutes.” she says before running out the room

minji stares at the ceiling before letting out a sigh and dragging herself out of her bed, she makes her way out her room and she immediately here’s the loud noises of her members.

despite her reluctance, minji knew she couldn't stay holed up in her room forever. with a resigned sigh, she squared her shoulders and began to make her way towards the source of the commotion, steeling herself for whatever awaited her on the other side.

as soon as she walks into the living room she’s met with danielle’s of hurry’s.

minji can’t help but smile at the girls contagious excitement, but that smile immediately disappears when she sees that only spot open is the one beside yn who hasn’t looked up from her bowl of caramel popcorn since minji entered the room.

taking a deep breath to steel herself, minji forced a shaky smile and approached the couch, taking the seat beside yn.

the air between them felt charged with tension, a silent barrier that seemed to loom larger with each passing moment. despite her best efforts to ignore it, minji couldn't shake that feeling she got in her chest around yn.

she opened her mouth to whisper a greeting but was cut off by the greeting and of the other girls as the countdown started.

she played with her fingers as the screams got louder when the music video started, she couldn’t help but smile at the music video, especially the scenes where it was just her and yn, she remembers how nervous she was when the director told her that her and yn will have multiple parts alone together, the filming was so awkward but seeing how nice it tuned out made her warm inside.

feeling a gentle nudge, minji turned to look at yn, who had her eyes fixed on the music video playing on the screen. furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, minji followed yn’s gaze down to the bowl of caramel popcorn nestled between them. 

A soft smile tugged at the corners of minji’s lips as she realized yn’s subtle invitation to share the snack.

minji reached out and scooped up a handful of the sweet and salty treat, the warmth of yn’s gesture washing over her like a comforting embrace. 

as she popped a kernel into her mouth, minji couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope flicker within her, a silent reassurance that perhaps, despite the distance that had grown between them, there was still a chance for reconciliation.

once the music video finished all the girls got up, they all agreed to make cookies after watching the music video, minji watched as they made their way around the corner to the kitchen, their conversation buzzing about the music video.

hanni shot minji an encouraging look before nodding to yn who still at bedside minji with her face in her phone probably texting her family members about the music video, she then turned the corner and made her way to the kitchen like the rest of the girls.

minji swallowed nervously, the lump in her throat betraying the turmoil of emotions swirling within her. "Um, yn?" she began tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper amidst the din of the room.

yn finally tore her gaze away from the screen of her phone, turning to look at minji with a raised eyebrow, a silent question lingering in her eyes. the weight of their unspoken tension hung heavy in the air, casting a palpable unease over their interaction.

minji took a deep breath, summoning the courage to voice the words that had been weighing on her mind. "I... I just wanted to say... I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling with the raw vulnerability of her confession. "For everything."

"I... I don't know what I was thinking," minji continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "the pressure of debuting was just so high, and the fact that it was either me or you getting kicked out of the lineup made everything worse." She paused, her words hanging heavy in the air as she struggled to articulate the depth of her remorse.

"I let my fear and insecurity cloud my judgment," minji confessed, her gaze dropping to her hands as she fidgeted nervously with her fingers. 

“But that's no excuse for how I treated you. You didn't deserve that, and I'm truly sorry for hurting you, I don’t even know how I even thought of hurting someone I love so much, I need you to know that ever since that day all I’ve wanted was you back.”

the weight of her confession hung between them, the silence stretching taut with the unspoken hope for forgiveness. minji heart pounded in her chest, her pulse echoing in her ears as she waited with bated breath for yn’s response.

"the pressure was pretty high, huh?" yn echoed softly, her tone tinged with a mixture of understanding and resignation. she sighed, her gaze flickering briefly to the bustling activity in the other room before returning to minji’s troubled expression.

"I get it," yn admitted, her voice carrying a weight of shared experience. "we were all under immense pressure, and it's easy to let it get the best of us." she reached out, laying a gentle hand on minji arm, a silent gesture of solidarity. "but that doesn't excuse what happened between us."

there was a quiet intensity in yn’s gaze as she locked eyes with minji, a silent plea for honesty and accountability. "I appreciate your apology," she said softly, her words carrying a note of sincerity. "but apologies alone won't mend what's broken.”

minji felt her chest sink and it was obvious that yn could see it in her eyes, “I do see us together minji I really do, but let’s do this slowly.”

minji nodded, her throat tight with unspoken words. despite the ache of longing that pulsed within her, she knew that yn was right. rebuilding what they once had would take time and patience, a delicate process that couldn't be rushed.

"Okay," minji murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand, I’ll do anything to fix this, I’m kinda obsessed with you.”

yn laughed and pressed a soft kiss to minji’s cheek, “yeah, it’s obvious.” obvious she teases before getting up from the couch and reaching out her hand towards minji, “lets go help with the cookies.”

minji couldn’t contain the smile that broke out on her face as she interlocked her hand with yn’s letting the girl drag her towards the kitchen.

she looks at yn and is completely mesmerized and just like always her mouth is faster than her mind, “you looked amazing in the music video, best way to make your official debut.”

“oh, shut up.”

[kyoteugly]

Inspired by this post I made a fanarts and it turned into a fanfic. All you can find under the cut.

Kiss me

Buck/Eddie | T | 1.1k | with fanart

Buck had no idea how he ended up in a Lakers game which he had no interest in. Well, it wasn't exactly true. He knew he would end up here eventually, tickets were an anniversary gift after all, so it was given that he would be here with his boyfriend. But he didn't have a boyfriend anymore. Or girlfriend. Or even a date. It would be pretty bold to take a newly met person to a Lakers game. That kind of date could end... enthusiastically. But using those tickets to get laid would make him a bad person, right? Nah, he wouldn't do that.  It crossed his mind that he should return the tickets, he doesn't even like basketball...

"Yes! Go, go, go! Hell yeah!"

Buck stuffed another fist of popcorn into his mouth, watching Eddie take his seat again. He's so excited - commenting the game to Buck and cheering loudly, standing up whenever emotions take over - it's nice to see Eddie like this, smiling and joyful… looking so… alive.

Right, that's why he's here.

He showed Eddie the tickets and he just froze, looking like a cat who saw a Christmas tree for the first time. With his mouth slightly open in wonder and big eyes reflecting every colorful light in them. Buck didn’t even have to think about it, he just gave both tickets to Eddie. And immediately, before even taking them from Buck’s hand, Eddie said something like “Only if you come with me.” And Buck said “sure” - again, without thinking.

And now he’s here, wearing the only yellow t-shirt he could find, because Eddie insisted he has to wear proper colors, when he showed up at Buck’s loft in a Lakers purple hoodie. 

“Great game, we’re gonna win for sure.” Eddie lets out a little huff and runs fingers through his hair to clear it from his flushed face. 

Buck thinks he should take that hoodie off, but he’s also sure Eddie would refuse, giving him an offended look. Somehow this image makes Buck smile with fondness.

And a second later it’s gone, because Eddie insolently reaches for Buck’s popcorn.

“Eyy! You said you don’t want, so hands off!” Buck tries to guard his food but Eddie only grins at him like this is some kind of dare and reaches again. This time he’s much faster and Buck is unable to save his snack from Eddie’s grabby hands.

He looks at Buck with a victorious bratty smile, while chewing slowly. Buck gazes at him like a look could kill, but Eddie is not impressed. He simply sucks his Coke through the straw and still grinning turns back to the court. 

Finding his own soda cup empty, Buck just pouts with his eyes fixed on the seat in front of him. He definitely doesn’t like basketball.

He lets out a short sigh, and looks around. The intermission should start soon, so if he wants to avoid crowds, he should go get a drink now. But before he gets up, a cup of Coke appears in front of him. 

Buck takes it and sinks into his seat with a soft smile and a warm feeling spreading through his chest. Eddie didn’t even look at him, he didn’t have to. Surrounded by all the noise and lights, all the people, he’s still aware of Buck by his side. Excited and engaged in the live game he loves so much, he still sees Buck and knows what he thinks.

It’s so natural, Buck never really thought about it. But now he does and he realizes Eddie is always there for him, no questions asked, honest but not judgmental, no matter what’s going on in his life. No matter if it’s silently drinking beer on a living room couch or going on a game together. Because somehow it feels like Eddie is here not only for his own fun but for Buck as well. 

Especially when Eddie nudges Buck to join him, when he starts singing with the most joyful smile on his face. 

“Kiss me, out of the bearded barley Nightly…”

And Buck can’t help it but to look… at this unruly stand of dark hair, at those long eyelashes casting soft shadow over honey-colored eyes… at those full lips, singing…

“You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress Oh, kiss me…!”

Eddie nudges him again and Buck caves, singing along. 

They both look at the screen, watching people smiling and kissing. And Buck is sure Eddie, like always, is here for him. To make him feel this carefree lightness, to simply enjoy the moment, either it’s a game or making fools of themselves singing corny songs on top of their lungs.

They butchered the second verse, none of them sure what the words are, but it doesn’t matter. They laugh like they hadn’t in a long time, together in this freeing act of simply being themselves. And they give all they got when the chorus plays again…

“Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand…”

Buck looks at Eddie and he thinks some silly thoughts… how beautiful Eddie is, how happiness makes his eyes sparkle mischievously but at the same his lips curve with fondness… how he knows him and loves him, not despite being Buck, but because of it… he looks at Eddie in this warm golden hue and he thinks he’s like a sun…

Eddie turns to him and Buck immediately avoids his gaze because…

Suddenly Buck sees himself on the big screen and somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he should wave “no” but he can’t… because Eddie is still looking at him, and all Buck wants is to meet his honey-colored eyes.

“So kiss me”

Buck isn’t aware he exhales the lyrics when Eddie gently cups his face. And then he kisses Buck. Softly and oh-so sweetly, with the whisper of longing in the light pressure and delicate movement of his lips. It’s tender, it’s perfect, it takes Buck’s breath away.

And then Eddie pulls away, ducking his head and smiling shyly.

“Sorry… I got carried away.” Abashed, he's scratching the back of his head.

Buck knows he’s blushing, his face is so hot, he’s sure he’s red up to his ears. He wants Eddie to keep kissing him, he wants to kiss him back but before he’s able to process this, Eddie asks sheepishly.

“Can I have some popcorn now?”

Buck laughs, his blue eyes shine with fondness because somehow this question makes him want to kiss Eddie even more. But he doesn’t. They share a snack and get back to watching the game. Buck would never admit to it but he kinda starts to like basketball.

Somewhere during the second half, Buck takes Eddie’s hand, and without taking his eyes off the court, without any questioning look, Eddie squeezes Buck’s hand gently, and throughout the rest of the evening, he doesn’t let go. 

[halosdiary]

Couch-Locked | Stoner!Choso x Reader |呪術廻戦

plot: You and Choso have a movie, but Choso had an idea how to make this movie night a hit.

contains: weed, symptoms of being high, kissing, missionary, prone bone, full-nelson, you're both high as shit.

wc: 1.6k

"So you mean to tell me, you've never had a hit before?"

You snorted at the question, what a question to ask. But you shook your head at the question, where Choso had a small smirk in his face. He then leaned back on the couch to continue watching the movie.

You wake up, and look around the room, nothing but a white room. You were naked, completely butt ass naked, and legs were spread and propped up, like as if theu were resting onto something. Like a pair of shoulders. Your eyes were dilated, and something about you, felt different, like you felt so good all of a sudden. You felt so good, you made yourself moan a tad bit.

That response made the sensation go even faster and harder. Your mouth was tapping open, trying to mutter out words, but all you had were moans to dish out.

"So you mean to tell me, you've never had a hit before?"

You snorted at the question, what a question to ask. But you shook your head at the question, where Choso had a small smirk in his face. He then leaned back on the couch to continue watching the movie.

Watching movies with your best freind, Choso at your place every weekend had become something almost of a religious practice you two had going on. Your movie nights were a tradition, a routine you both always forward to week after week, especially after getting off a long shifts from both jobs.

With his legs stretched out on the coffee table, wrapped snugly under a blanket with you beside him, and a rolled up joint in his mouth, Choso felt at peace. His attention was fixed on the screen, fixated in the hot making out scene  which eventually led up to a spicy moment between characters in the movie unfolding before him.

"What if we tried that?" His voice broke the silence, accompanied by the sound of him grabbing a handful of popcorn. He turned to you, chewing slowly. He was obviously high to start asking questions like that. 

"Have you ever thought about it? You and me?"

Choso's gaze returned to the TV, readjusting his position on the couch.

"Just for fun," he added casually, as if testing the waters.

You really did enjoy the movie nights with him. Your eyes widened at the suggestion, you then looked at him.

"What?" You look over at him with a small laugh.

"We kiss? Or you and me in a relationship?"

Choso chuckled lightly at your reaction, looking more amused by the second. He set down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, turning to face you more directly.

"No, not a relationship," he clarified, resting an arm along the back of the couch. "Just the kissing part."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he waited for your response, his intense gaze fixated on you.

"Man, you must be high." You laughed still the crazy, yet tempting request.

You were the only one laughing about this, as your laughter died down a little, you soon look at him in the eyes. Choso jist continued to look you in the eyes as he still had his joint in his mouth. You sat up straight, and cleared your throat.

"What made you think that?" You smiled nervously.

The thought of a kiss from your closest friend did sound exciting. And he was pretty cute, and you looked back at him with soft eyes.

Choso ran a hand through his black hair, letting out a soft sigh. He leaned forward a few inches, his smirk still in place.

"I don't know. But it's just a kiss, just for fun. No strings attached."

As if to emphasize his point, he raised a hand to lightly caress your chin. He tilted your face up, meeting your gaze with an almost suggestive look.

"You're definitely high right now."

You snorted and took the joint he was smoking right out of his mouth and soon took a hit yourself.

Choso couldn't help but laugh at your accusation, a wide grin spreading across his face. Watching you take the joint from him and take a hit yourself, he chuckled again.

"Don't blame it on the weed" he began, his voice low and smooth. He closed the distance between the two of you, his thigh now pressed against yours.

"I'm totally sober and it's a good idea."

"Really now? A good idea?" You asked him, blowing away the smoke.

Choso nodded slowly, his eyes still fixed on your face as he leaned even closer. He could practically feel the heat radiating from you and it sent tingles down his spine.

"Yeah, a good idea," he repeated, his voice dropping even lower. "Just a little harmless fun."

His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips for a moment, his mind already contemplating how they would feel against his.

"Well, I guess, I wouldn't wanna disappoint."

You lean in closer to him. Your eyes were focused on his lips.

Choso chuckled lowly, his hand now moving to rest on your bare thigh, just above your knee. He gave it a light squeeze, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin.

"You wouldn't be."

His voice was almost a growl as he closed the gap between you, his gaze fixated on your lips as well. Every fiber of his being wanted nothing more than to pull you onto his lap and taste your mouth.

You placed the joint down on the ashtray. Then, you looked at Choso once more, and your tint of red eyes were looking at Choso in a different way, you thought wasn't possible.

As your lips touched his lips, you slowly let the magic happen between you two.

Choso’s heart skipped a beat as your lips finally met his, sending a rush of heat through his entire body. He moved even closer, wrapping his free arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip, seeking entry into your mouth. He let out a soft hum, his hand on your thigh moving up to grip your hip, his fingers digging into your skin.

Your eyes slowly started to close as you just wanted a vivid image of this moment.

Choso let out a low moan as your eyes fluttered shut, his hands beginning to explore your body. His fingers roamed up and down your sides, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his touch.

He pulled you even closer, his tongue now exploring your mouth, tasting you as he had wanted for so long. His free hand traveled under your shirt, moving up your back, drawing you impossibly close against him.

As your eyes were shut, you felt lighter all of a sudden, that's when you were seeing things you normally wouldn't see. You were sitting just sitting there. Your body was on autopilot, you see a swarm of flowers coming around your body, they looked beautiful.

You were sitting up at first, you started to even giggle a bit. You looked down at the flowers near your nether regions. You felt something warm crawling and gently thrusting into your entrance. You couldnt help but softly moan at the reaction from it. The fingers were digging into you, you were on Choso's lap as he fingered you with two fingers.

You could feel yourself throb from pleasure as you felt a bit of leakage come out of you. You then feel your body tugging, like someone was grabbing you. You were nodding your head in agreement, as you felt a dull pain enter inside of you.

"A-AH—" You moaned out.

You were on you back as your vision was getting a little more clearer. Choso had you on your back, and your legs were resting on his shoulders.

"Ive always wanted to get a little more of a taste for you." He spoke to you softly.

Choso bucked his hips into you deeper, hearing you break apart was something he'd never thought he'd get to hear.  The way his balls were slapping on your clit and making you feel alive on the inside.  The sensation stopped momentarily as he was turning you around every which way.

You were somehow on your stomach, still a bit fuzzy and light headed from the weed. You then felt that same sensation go inside you again making you moan even louder. He had a firm grab on your hips and folding, drilling into you as he let out some low groans and moans. You felt so good, the sound of skin slapping on skin was driving him crazy. You were in tears, and falling apart as he was physically holding you and had you in the most impossible position. You couldn't move an inch, and his low laugh could be heard.

"What's wrong? Can't move?" He teased you. "That's kind of the point."

You both didn't want the ride to end, but one thing was for certain you weren't ready for kids yet. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and he too was falling apart as he hurriedly pull out of you and gently stroked his cock.

You were panting as you felt yourself throbbing, as you slowly turn to face him, you felt something warm and sticky hit your face. You wiped a bit of it off, then felt both hands in your shoulders as you felt a pair of lips crash into your again. Leaving once again, back to your own thoughts.

Choso noticed your reaction, the way your body trembled and the soft moans that escaped your lips. It fuelled him even more, making him even more desperate to have you completely.

He flipped you under him, pinning you against the couch as his lips sought out yours once again. His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch, making his own desire evident as he pressed against you.

You slowly pull back, leaving you both speechless about this sudden request.

Choso looked at you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to gather his thoughts. His hands still held your wrists pinned against the couch, his body still firmly pressed against yours.

"See?" he began, his voice low and hoarse. "Told you it was a good idea."

TAGLIST: @ryomens-vixen @littlemochabunni @blkkizzat @buttercupblu @lowkeyremi @yung-notorious @arlerts-angel @honeeslust @nkogneatho

[heresthestorymorningglory]

The World Goes On Without Us

Summary: Dark theatres are almost as good as dark roads. Almost.

A/N: You guys know the drill; NSFW 18+ because here, we like it spicy ;)

I was bored and wrote another movie theatre date, it won't be the last.

As always, my darling soul sister, @ken-dom, thank you for the beta read and endless support and reassurance! Although…I still think you’re biased. 🩷 Title credit also goes to her beautiful face. Comes from 'I Belong In Your Arms' by Chairlift

Enjoy my loves!

You climbed the steps, empty handed because he insisted; to the very back row, tucked in the corner.

He followed behind, admiring the way his scorpion jacket looked on you, you looked better in it than he did, even if it was a little big.

You sat with a thump as the seat folded down into place, taking the bag of popcorn from him as he put the drink in the holder before taking the seat next to you.

You chewed on your popcorn thoughtfully as you watched the theatre fill up before you turned to notice him studying your profile.

Scrunching your nose you popped more popcorn into your mouth. “Creeper” you smiled before holding a kernel up to his lips.

He opened his mouth letting you feed it to him; a gloved hand curling around your wrist, kissing your salt coated fingertips.

The theatre darkened slowly, falling quiet as the coming attractions rolled.

You leaned on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you as he kissed the top of your head.

You watched the screen, his fingers dancing lazily on your thigh after a minute or two, he reached a hand to unfasten the button on the front of your jeans. You instinctively grabbed his hand, turning to look at him.

“No” you whispered harshly, the theatre was almost full. By some miracle the seat directly next to him was one of the very few that were empty.

He didn't speak, his free hand simply moving yours out of the way. He shifted slightly, his mouth kissing along your jaw, his breath hot against your ear.

“Shhhh”

Your eyes fluttered closed as he bit gently on your earlobe, making you gasp. One hand pushing deeper into your jeans, the other disappearing under your hair, pulling you closer.

You rolled your hips shamelessly into his hand. A moan slipping from your lips, muffled against his as he kissed you deeper.

You gripped the popcorn bag hard in your hands, before blindly moving it to the floor at your feet. He lifted his hand from the back of your neck, his fingers curling around your wrist, as he pulled back from your kiss, and his eyes met yours, pulling your hand between his own legs, your palm resting on his very prominent bulge. Your eyes flickered to his briefly as something particularly funny happened on the screen. Neither of you paid it any mind.

The conditioned leather was soft against your folds as he stroked his fingers back and forth. Your own hand mirroring his motions having pulled his cock free from inside his jeans, your thumb teasing the glistening head, making him lean back in his seat, biting his lip to keep from drawing attention. Seeing this only made you stroke him a little faster.

You shifted as he pushed a finger inside you, his mouth reclaiming yours with a hungry kiss, teeth biting your bottom lip before his tongue tangled with yours.

His finger fucking you slow and as deep as he could manage with your current restrictions.

You tried hard to sit still in your seat as you rocked against his closed fist; his hard cock twitching in your hand as you brought him closer. He was breathing heavily against your ear, fighting to keep himself quiet.

His hand slapped over your mouth as you whimpered, your free hand reaching to grip his thigh, your nails clawing uselessly at the denim as you moaned against his palm.

In return, he moaned loud enough to catch the attention of the person sitting in front of him. They hadn’t turned around, but you slapped your hand over his mouth to muddle the sound.

The thrill of getting caught spurring you both on. You were a tangle of limbs, twisted in seats that were far too small for any sort of extracurricular activity, teetering on the edge, trying to keep the other from giving you away.

His body went rigid as you leaned against him, tearing your mouth free from under his grasp; your lips pressed against his ear as you breathed hard.

“Shhh” you whispered, pressing your hand harder against his mouth, forcing him to breathe harder through his nose. His release spurting from the tip, coating your hand and fingers as it dripped to the floor between his feet. You kissed up his neck and along his jaw, keeping your hand in place until his breathing relaxed. He watched you closely in the dark as you brought the hand coated in his release to your lips, sucking it from your fingers like it were the most natural thing in the world; your eyes never leaving his.

He shifted so you had no choice but to brace yourself against the wall, partially lifted from your seat as you turned to face him, he leaned closer, the hand that wasn’t between your legs, gripping your chin, turning your head to give him better access to your neck and jaw. You gripped his shoulders, his breathing hot and heavy against your ear before he spoke; his fingers working your clit as he slid a second one inside you, making you groan.

He shushed you quickly, his lips claiming yours, but his fingers never stopped moving; you were able to use the wall for leverage and he was using it to his advantage.

You loved it when he was like this, so possessive and hungry. It made your whole body burn with want.

He broke your kiss, pressing his lips to your ear, his fingers fucking you faster, making you clench your tighs together around his hand.

“Cum,” he whispered “For me”

You practically melted into the floor, unable to form any sort of coherent thought as you clenched around his fingers inside you, the moan tumbling from your lips much louder than you had intended, he had moved his hand to cover your mouth and you bit down on the space between his index finger and thumb as you breathed hard through your nose; shamelessly grinding against this hand, riding out your orgasm before you slid back into your seat, kicking over the bag of popcorn as you did.

You leaned against him catching your breath as he rebuttoned your jeans, picking up the bag of popcorn and putting it back in your shaky hands before tucking himself back in his own jeans and taking a sip of your drink.

[lord-squiggletits]

I 1000% don't mean this in a moral judgement manner, or saying ppl aren't allowed to like evil characters, or saying that silly fandom stuff means people don't take analysis/real world parallels/whatever seriously

But honestly I have yet to experience as emotionally/mentally jarring of an effect as I did hearing about MTMTE Megatron so positively from the fandom (best Megatron ever! best character in IDW1! sad grandpa! compelling character arc! tragic villain!) only to actually read MTMTE myself and go "This guy is so fucking annoying, self-righteous, insufferable, and an asshole, what are you people talking about." ladjskfjsdalfk

Like I get that Megatron can't go from fresh off a heel-face turn to being an actual hero, and believe me I know that ppl in this continuity are almost all flawed/jerks in some way. But MTMTE Megatron was a special breed of annoying to me like. It wasn't just "he did bad things so I dislike him." In fact, the moments where Megatron regressed closer to being his old self (such as massacring the DJD during Dying of the Light) were the moments I liked him the most.

I don't really know how to describe it, bc it's not the idea of Megatron being redeemed that bothers me (I love redemption Megatron), and I'm not one of those ppl who postures about how I don't like him because his crimes are evil IRL (I literally like villain Megatron more than I like Autobot Megatron). There are characters who have done things that I found shitty/annoying but didn't have a significant reaction to besides going "omg what a jerk (chews popcorn faster eager to read more drama)". It's literally just Megatron where I have this feeling of being viscerally annoyed/pissed at every other thing he says salkfjsdkaf

[shelbgrey]

Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 2: laughter is the best medicine

Table of contents

The smell of buttered popcorn filled the area and the only sounds to be heard was the clicking and patterning of the rain hitting the roof and the unsettling music and screams that echoed from the flat screen as the siblings watched Halloween.

Owen and Y/n silently sit on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn between them. There were no words exchanged except for the occasional laugh if something cheesy or gorry came on. Owen would occasionally look out of the soaked window and silently waited for their cousin's arrival.

Owen didn’t know how to feel. He barely remembered Balla for the past seven months; it had just been him, Charlie, and y/n together. He sure as hell didn’t know how y/n felt about Bella, she barely talked about her or the move. But he can vaguely remember the arguments Bella and Y/n would have.

“Are you excited about Bella?” Owen asked, breaking the silence. y/n didn’t take her eyes off the screen as she simply shrugged. “I guess I am…we’re not that close”

“It should be fine right?” Owen asked. Y/n smiled and nodded. “Of course , everything will be great”

She didn’t know who she was trying to reassure, herself or owen. All she knew was Bella was moving in and they were starting school. She dreaded going to the damn school. She was smart for her age and a good student but she didn’t want all the pitty and sad stairs.

Her thoughts were cut off as her phone buzzed her a notification. She looked down and saw it was her other cousin sam. She smiled immediately, it was like an invasion she didn’t realize she needed till now. She realized she needed a reason other than school or bella to get out of the house.

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“Game night at Emily’s, you and Owen in?” - sam

“Sure, be over in a few” - y/n

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Owen looked at her as he slowly chewed on some popcorn. “Who’s that?”

“Sam, we’re going ove for game night” she said getting up. Owen mentally jumped for joy at the thought of leaving the same four walls he spent so much time in.

“You mean we’re finally getting out of the house!? Yes!” he said fist pumping in the air but immediately stopped when something slightly important crossed his mind. “Wait..what about Bella and Charlie?”

y/n shrugged as she pulled her leather jacket on. “We’ll leave a note.. And Bella doesn't need a welcoming committee, she probably doesn't even want to come”

Owen nodded as he set the now empty bowl and grabbed his own coat and his(y/n) video camera.

The siblings entered her forgotten impala as they climbed in and y/n started the engine her heart started moving faster than a weed eater as the engine rumbled and Elvis presley’s “all shook up” played. She stopped for a moment and gripped the steering wheel as she spaced out.

“n/n?” Owen said softly but he didn’t receive an answer.

“y/n '' he nudged her, knocking her back to reality. She hummed a response and looked over at her little brother. “You okay? We can ask one of the boys to pick us up if you don't want to drive”

She quickly shook her head and put the car in reverse. “Im fine, let's roll” she said as the siblings set off on their adventure.

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“y/n!” Paul shouted as he happily raced out the door and engoled y/n into a hug the second she left her impala. She giggled and hung onto him as he spun her around. “Damn, i missed you”

She smiled as he set her down. “I missed you too pauley” Owen got out of the car and fist-bumped Paul. “How's it goin’ kid?”

y/n raised an eyebrow and awkwardly chuckled. “You're in a good mood '' Paul smiled and wrapped his arm around her. “Can i just be happy to see my bestest friend” she laughed and playfully hit him in the chest as they entered Emily’s rustic home.

She smiled as she smelled fried chicken and cinnamon rolls in the air. She looked around the familiar home as boyish laughter filled the air.

“Look who's back!” Jared beamed.

“Finally coming out of hibernation?” Embry asked which got him a smack upside the head by Sam. as insensitive as the question was given the circumstances it didn’t bother y/n one bit, she was just glad to be around her old friends.

“Hay, sammy” y/n smiled as she hugged her cousin. Sam and y/n are related through her mother. She was a Uley and the little sister of Sam’s absent father. The two were close and alway had each other's backs. He was there when the grieving was heavy which resulted in phasing into the pure white wolf she is now. She was always there to tell him he wasn’t the monster he thought he was.

Sam ruffled Owen’s hair as he led them into the kitchen where Emily had prepared a buffet of finger food for game night.

“Hey sweety” she smiled and hugged me. “I missed you so much”

After the rest of the guest arrived, jacob and the clearwater kids the group ate all of Emily’s good food.

The night was full of laughter and that was saying a lot considering y/n hasn't laughed this hard in a while. The night consisted of different board games and card games. Uno was unfortunately cut short after Jared tackled Jacob to the ground for giving him three +4 cards but then the group agreed to play monopoly but that also turned into a friendly argument.

It was around midnight when y/n and Owen got a call telling them it was time to come home. Paul offered to drive them home as y/n was still nervous to drive in the darker times of the night.

“So..school starts tomorrow right?” Paul whispered so he didn’t wake up Owen who was asleep in the back seat. y/n nodded with a frown. “Yeah…fun, fun”

“Too bad you're not going to school on the reservation…at least you’d know someone” Paul said.

“I'll be okay, I have Bella and an old friend of mine…it's Owen I'm worried about” she said mumbling the last part as she looked over her shoulder at the back seat.

“Everything should be fine,” Y/n said, forcing a smile.

“I hope so,” Paul added.

[weightloss35]

10 Tips to Quickly Lose Weight (Even If You're Lazy!)

Let’s be honest—losing weight isn’t always easy. Between busy schedules, lack of motivation, and the temptation of fast food, it’s easy to put off fitness goals. But what if I told you that you don’t need to hit the gym for hours or starve yourself to see results? That’s right! Even if you’re feeling lazy, there are simple and effective ways to shed those extra pounds.

In this article, we’ll break down 10 easy weight loss tips that require minimal effort but still deliver noticeable results.

1. Drink More Water (Yes, It’s That Simple!)

Water is your best friend when it comes to weight loss. It boosts metabolism, curbs cravings, and helps your body burn fat more efficiently. Before reaching for a snack, drink a glass of water—you might just be thirsty, not hungry!

Lazy Hack: Keep a big water bottle with you all day. Set reminders on your phone to drink up!

2. Get Enough Sleep (No Gym Required!)

Did you know that lack of sleep can lead to weight gain? Poor sleep messes with your hunger hormones, making you crave junk food. Aim for at least 7-9 hours of quality sleep each night.

Lazy Hack: Create a relaxing bedtime routine—dim the lights, put away your phone, and listen to calming music.

3. Eat Protein-Rich Foods

Protein keeps you full longer and helps burn more calories during digestion. Add eggs, chicken, fish, beans, or Greek yogurt to your meals.

Lazy Hack: Swap out sugary snacks for protein bars or a handful of nuts.

4. Use Smaller Plates

Portion control is key to weight loss, and a simple trick is to use smaller plates. This automatically reduces how much you eat without making you feel deprived.

Lazy Hack: Serve your meals on a salad plate instead of a dinner plate. Your brain will think you’re eating more!

5. Walk More (But Not Too Much!)

No need for an intense workout—just increase your daily movement. Take the stairs instead of the elevator, park farther from the entrance, or do a quick 10-minute walk after meals.

Lazy Hack: Walk while talking on the phone or watching TV.

6. Cut Down on Sugary Drinks

Sodas, fruit juices, and fancy coffee drinks are packed with hidden calories. Swapping these for water, tea, or black coffee can make a huge difference in your weight loss journey.

Lazy Hack: Replace soda with sparkling water if you crave something fizzy.

7. Eat More Fiber

Fiber helps with digestion and keeps you full for longer. Load up on vegetables, fruits, whole grains, and nuts.

Lazy Hack: Choose high-fiber snacks like popcorn or oatmeal instead of chips and cookies.

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8. Try Intermittent Fasting

If you’re not a breakfast person, intermittent fasting might be perfect for you! It involves eating within a specific time window (e.g., from 12 PM to 8 PM) and fasting the rest of the day.

Lazy Hack: Skip late-night snacks and push breakfast back a few hours.

9. Chew Slowly and Mindfully

Your brain takes about 20 minutes to realize you're full. Eating slowly helps prevent overeating and improves digestion.

Lazy Hack: Put your fork down between bites and enjoy each mouthful.

10. Don’t Keep Junk Food at Home

If it’s not there, you can’t eat it! Stock up on healthy snacks like fruits, nuts, and yogurt instead of chips and candy.

Lazy Hack: Make junk food less accessible—store it on the highest shelf or don’t buy it at all.

Final Thoughts

Losing weight doesn’t have to be complicated. With these simple lifestyle tweaks, you can start seeing results without feeling overwhelmed. Pick a few tips that work for you and stick with them—you’ll be surprised at how easy weight loss can be!

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Now, tell me—which of these hacks are you going to try first? Let’s talk in the comments!

[madaboutmunson]

Hell Raiser

This is something that has been sitting in my wips because I fell out of love with it whilst writing. Maybe one day I'll finish it, but this is Part 1 of 4 that I have written. Hope you like it (it has nothing to do with the Hellraiser movies)

"Look, maybe Kit is faster, but the car from Mad Max looks way more badass", Gareth enthused, throwing another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"Kit can fucking talk. It's like sentient, dude. It's far superior to a trash-modded muscle car!" Jeff clapped his hands together to try and get the message through to friends.

"What about the DeLorean?" Grant offered. Gareth and Jeff rounded on him, faces contorted in confusion. He held his hands up to block whatever attack they might administer, "It can time travel", he said carefully, as he felt a thud on his back as one Eddie Munson pounced on him to gain a piggyback.

"You're all wrong, actually," he said, throwing one arm around Grant's neck, almost throttling him so he didn't fall off. In his other hand, a massive piece of cotton candy on a stick threatened to tangle itself into Eddie's hair every time the breeze picked up. "The Dragula is the best. It's a fucking motorised coffin!" He said, taking a giant chomp out of the spun sugar, as he was met with a chorus of groans. "You know that thing is actually gold? Crazy!"

They trudged through the many rows of lights. Wurlitzer music in surround sound being cranked out of carousels or some creepy-looking automaton on one of the stalls. Hawkins wasn't the most exciting place in the world. Actually, that wasn't true. It was exciting in the wrong ways. Kids and people's pets going missing, crops randomly rotting away, rumours of human experimentation at the lab, rats exploding and Russians. Hawkins wasn't fun. That would be more correct. You had to make your own fun here, especially after the Mall burst into flames. It was almost like the town resented anyone having something cool and new and destroyed it immediately. However, there was one thing the Hellmouth would tolerate: a carnival. Big or small, what the celebration was made no difference. The town allowed it, and Corroded Coffin seized every single one. They'd pool their money, most of which was profit from Eddie's nefarious dealings, in order to complete the traditional itinerary. It was simple. Go on every ride the fair offered, age suitability be damned. Twice over the last few years, at least one of them had to get yanked out of a merry-go-round car they were way too tall to have crammed themselves into. Eat as much carnival foodstuffs as they can possibly stomach, to the point of nausea, sometimes even past it. Win at least one prize each on the stalls, and last of all, bag a chick for the Tunnel of Love.

They made their way back through the last line of stalls to the far end of the site. Each of them had a cute stuffed toy to offer to a girl in exchange for their company on the ride. Had it ever worked before? No. Would it work this time? It was worth a shot. As they turned the corner, Eddie released Grant dropping to the floor, and they all took it as the signal for smartening themselves up, popping in a piece of chewing gum, or sparking up a cigarette.

Jeff pulled the stuffed duckling from his jacket pocket and looked it dead in the eyes, "Tonight, you and me. We're gonna find us a babe so hot, she's gonna evaporate the water in that ride, man."

"You know, Jeff. Lack of moisture is not really what you should be aiming for," Grant laughed, nudging him in the ribs.

"Oh, like you would know," Gareth said condescendingly.

"Hey man, I read!" Grant said, offended.

"Look, your mommy's romance novel collection is all well and good, but tonight it's only about one thing, my friends." Eddie pulled the plush kitten from the back pocket of his jeans, which he'd graced with his bandana, and hoisted it above his head, making the band giggle mischievously. Eddie tugged on his battle vest, "This year, I'm gonna find her. She's gonna be right around this corner just waiting for me with open…." Eddie looked around the band with a devilish grin, causing another smattering of giggles, before he smiled sweetly and added, "arms" and batted his eyelashes. As they turned the corner to look for the usual garish giant pink and red sign and the girls that hung around it hoping for their Prince charming to turn up, they were met with a view entirely different.

It was a tent.

An ancient-looking circus tent, vertically striped in red and black, guide ropes adorned with flags of the same colours. The entryway was packed with heavy deep red velvet draped material, with two equidistant poles on either side. 

"Oh fucking, come on!! Seriously?!" Eddie complained, squeezing the toy kitten in his fist, "Goddamnit!" He pushed through his gritted teeth.

Ever curious, Gareth moved closer, clutching his plush monkey. As he stepped towards the entrance, the poles on either side of him ignited in a burst of flame. He turned back to his bandmates, eyes wide, and threw devil horns at them. There was a pause, and the same excited smile spread across each of their faces as they raced one another to get to Gareth to set off the pyrotechnics again.

All four of them eventually stumbled through the entryway into a passageway. Which seemed impossibly long for the size the tent appeared to be from the outside. The corridor was lined with the same heavy red velvet as the boys bunched together, walking down the dim passageway to an illuminated table and chair at the other end. On the table is a plaque screwed to it. After checking their surroundings, they study the plaque.

"If ye be bold and true of heart, 

And ye be ready for love to start.

Tidings to ye on this fair day, 

Follow the arrow. Walk right this way."

With a bold embossed arrow pointing to another set of heavy velvet drapes to their left.

The four of them looked between each other and the plaque.

"Maybe it's a new version of the same ride?" Grant offered to the group for consideration.

"But there's no sign outside. There is none of that oily stagnant water smell. Not to mention the distinct lack of chicks" Gareth frowned.

"Well, what did we come here for, right? I'm not gonna chicken out now," Jeff said, squeezing the stuffed duckling close to his chest.

Eddie crammed the kitten half into his back pocket. "Yeah, but what if this is some kind of prank? We go out there, and everyone's standing around waiting to laugh at the next people that walk through?"

Jeff pulled a face that indicated to the rest of them he was about to do something stupidly brave. He gripped the duckling plushy and kissed it hard before walking through the thick drapes in the arrow’s direction. The curtains parted, and the rest of the band listened carefully. There was no laughter. There was a mumble of talking and the faint sound of a beat. Suddenly a stuffed duckling erupted back through the curtains, and the three remaining members of the band screamed in an unnaturally high pitch before clearing their throats and exchanging wide-eyed glances with one another. “Come on in, guys, the water’s fine”, Jeff's voice rang out as he puppeted the duckling at them. 

As they passed through the curtains, first, they were greeted by Jeff’s beaming grin, pointing them to someone standing at what looked like a lectern. In front of the podium facing them was a book stand placed upon it, an open binder bursting with pages. As they approached, the person at the platform thrust out their hand, “One at a time, please.” Their eyes shot up to the oddly dressed person above them. A midnight blue floor-length cape graced their shoulders, with golden embroidered symbols and celestial bodies embellished randomly on the fabric. On their head, a head wrap of sorts, made of precisely the same material, a solitary black gem pinned to the centre of it. They looked like a magician, their black and white suit underneath the gaudy robe, complete with waxed curled at the ends moustache and a beard formed to a sharp point. Yet, something else was curious about the person as they loomed over the lectern. It was impossible to actually remember their face. A strange feeling when you'd never experienced it before, and yet it was happening. But not only that, it was like their appearance shifted in the dim lights. One moment impossibly beautiful, ethereal almost, then glimmers of something else, something withered and gaunt, but they couldn't quite make out. Jeff turned to his bandmates.

“You gotta sing in front of a crowd, but um”, he smiled broadly, “I’ll let the crowd speak for itself.” He nodded at the person on the podium, who pulled out a long shepherd's crook and moved back the heavy curtains to reveal a mass of teens. They were all dancing, staring at the stage where someone was singing their lungs out, badly, but the crowd didn't seem to care. They either had their eyes shut, dancing like no one was watching, or their eyes were fixed on the stage in adoration. As their sight adjusted to the darkness, something else became quite apparent in the darker recesses of the makeshift dance floor as they edged forward, entranced. People were making out, not just sweet little pecks on the cheek, either. Some of it was verging on at least R-rated. The curtains were abruptly shut, and an infectious smirk spread throughout the band of friends. “We can sing better than what was going on in there. We’ve got this.”

“I don't think they are gonna feel the same about For Whom The Bell Tolls, Jeff”, Grant complained, looking a little unsure.

“So pick something else, man. I swear I saw someone playing tongue tennis with Crusty Nigel in there!” Gareth said, motioning towards the book.

Eddie planted his hand on Grant’s shoulder and announced in a heroic voice, “A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.” Grant rolled his eyes at the use of a Tolkien quote. None of them had any resistance to it. Grant shook his head in defeat.

“Alright then,” Grant said, causing much jostling and lewd noises and gestures from the band like they had completely forgotten about the other person sharing their space until they cleared their throat.

The robed one leaned over the podium, casting a long shadow over the book and the four of them, “So”, they smiled devilishly, “Who is to be first?” Eddie pushes his way to the front but is immediately bumped out of the way by Jeff.

“Hey, man! I did all the venturing. So I deserve the first pick, right?” Jeff explained, and Eddie's shoulders dropped as he conceded to the fact of the matter.

The person on the podium raised their hands high in the air, their eyes wide, staring down at the group, “I need the rest of you to step back” They all do so immediately as the apparent mage mutters some words under their breath, “Jeffrey I need you to clear your mind of everything.”

“Well, that shouldn't be too hard”, Gareth muttered, causing a quiet ripple of laughter to spread to Eddie and Grant.

“SILENCE!” the ominous figure bellowed, shocking the three stooges into quiet, “As I was saying, Jeffrey, clear your mind and close your eyes. Look deep into your heart, and think of not only the romantic partner you wish for but what that love is like. Imagine what it feels like, at long last, to finally find your one true love. Then believe they are out there, and you are serenading only them.” Jeff's face went through a series of emotions, concentration, sadness, happiness, and resting on an expression of pure dazed bliss. The booming voice of the caped figure dropped to a whisper as they lowered their hands to the edges of the podium. Long dextrous spindly fingers crawled up the sides of the lectern to come to a stop gripping the front corners of it as a wisp of words left their mouth, “What are you singing?” There was a pause as the now very creepy-looking person stared down wantonly at Jeff, slowly tilting their head from left to right. “Find it in the book!” they hissed sharply and quickly, making the other boys stand closer together for comfort. Jeff's hands flicked rapidly through the yellowing pages of the binder, inhumanly fast, until he stopped and slammed his hand on a page, dragging his finger down it until he blinked his eyes open as if awoken from a dream, a huge smile on his face.

Jeff looked down at the page and laughed, “Oh, it's this one, alright!” His gaze returned to a now peaceful-looking person at the podium, who smiled sweetly down at him.

“Now wait your turn, go on through, and may the power of love work through you,” They said with a gentle expression of serenity and grace. Jeff walked through the curtain, and the person standing above them asked, “Who is next?” Eddie stepped forward again, but they raised their hand, “No, not you, Edward Munson. You shall be last.” Eddie screwed up his face and stepped back in line, but after what he had seen, he dared not argue.

Gareth and Grant had their turns just as Jeff had done and walked through to the main area until only Eddie remained alone with this unusual being. They smiled broadly at him, “Are you sure you know what your heart wants, Edward?” Though fearful, Eddie scoffed.

“Yeah, of course I do,” Eddie said with confidence bolstered by the most fragile porcelain.

"You know why I saved you until last, don't you? Separate from your friends?" Their eyes bored into him as Eddie shook his head. Their eyes narrowed at him in curiosity, and suddenly he felt a small film of nervous sweat break out on his forehead. "No?" Their smile widened to almost suessain levels, "My mistake. Do step forward then." Eddie obediently did so and shut his eyes like the others, but being alone made his mind wander to what might be happening when his eyes were closed, and he was alone, with no friends to protect him, from this unusual man. The performer's voice seemed to swirl around him, shifting gradually from the left ear to the right ear. A rapid slideshow of anyone Eddie ever had a crush on flicked through his thoughts. There are so many, some so secret they were even a surprise to him when they appeared, and a twinge of shame runs through him as he tries to think of Madonna, Elvira, Lita Ford and Debbie Harry. "It's time, Eddie", the celebrity faces in his head said in unison with voices deep and warped, like something from a horror movie. His eyes sprung open, and he looked down at the book, a stinging pain on his fingertip where he'd gotten a paper cut, and a single droplet of blood threatened to fall. Eddie quickly put it to his mouth to save the soiling of the book, and it pulled a sharp hiss from somewhere in the dark recesses of this alcove. Eddie looked down at the page. The list of songs was gone. There was only one printed on the page. Brass in Pocket by The Pretenders.

He looked up, "There must be some mistake. This is sung by a woman. I can't sing this." The person at the lectern did that slow tilting of their head from side to side, and their fingers scuttled forward to the front of the podium, like they were stop-motion animated. Leaning forward, their shadow grew over Eddie, and with it, a chill sent a shiver down his spine.

"Book is never wrong," They said with a different voice, this time croaky and creepy like a goblin. "Sing or silence. Join in or Miss out. Love or Loss. Your choice, Eddie Munson." The worry of missing out and being othered was too much for him, and Eddie turned the pages of the book with his eyes open in defiance. A high-pitched creepy giggle erupted from the person above him as the pages fell open to reveal precisely the same thing. He turned another page and another, and the same thing was written on each page in what felt like the entire binder. The giggling above him turned to increasingly loud laughter, the words on the page from beautiful calligraphy to scratchy writing much like his own. Finally, he grunted in frustration, and his eyes glared back at the looming creature above him. It paused, straightened up and regained its more eloquent composure and beautiful appearance, "Oh, I see now," they said. Eddie huffed and stormed through the curtains to his friends, "See you tomorrow, Edward", the muffled voice rang out with a cackle behind him. He shook it off and quickly caught up to his bandmates again.

"You get your song?" Gareth said excitedly. Eddie nods with a forced smile.

"Yeah, I think it's a mistake, but I may as well give it a shot, right?" Eddie said, receiving a friendly slap on the back from Gareth, "So what did you get?"

Gareth gave him a proud grin, "Fat Bottomed Girls, of course!" They both laughed, and Eddie nodded in understanding.

"Of course. And the other two?" Eddie inquired, hoping that one of them might have had something as different as he did.

"Well, Grant got Great Balls of Fire, and Jeff got Good Vibrations. But, wait, you said yours was a mistake. Why do you think that?" Gareth asked, knitting his brow in confusion.

"Well, this has confirmed it. All of your songs fit. Mine is so vague. Like it's more about me than the person, you know? It's just a bit of fun, though, right?" Eddie did not dare to mention all the rest of what happened back there. He doesn't have time to reprocess any of it before the girl on stage finished singing My Guy to rapturous applause and cheers, and Jeff stepped up next. Eddie observed the reasonably large set, but all that was on it was Jeff, the mic stand and a large TV on a stool, which was displaying the words to the song.

I-I love the colourful clothes she wears

And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair

I hear the sound of a gentle word

On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air

Eddie let out a singular laugh of disbelief when he heard Jeff sing a song he had never heard him sing. In falsetto, he had also never heard before. Then the crowd caught Eddie's eye, swaying gently to the music in unison, like wheat in a field. All unoccupied attendees had their eyes fixed on the Stage, singing along with every word. 

I'm pickin' up good vibrations

She's giving me the excitations

Then the chorus kicked in, and the crowd started bobbing up and down in jumps or just from dancing more quickly to the song. Some people waved their hands around in the air to the sounds of the theremin on the record. Then Eddie heard a familiar sound, a metallic jingling. He looked down and realised he was dancing too, entirely unwittingly, he turned to Gareth, Grant, and then the others behind him in the line, and they all were doing the same.

Weirded out but encompassed in joy, he can't explain, Eddie looked back to the stage and the crowd as the song ended. That's when he felt the drop in mood, like someone had sucked up all the electricity in the air. Grant stepped up next. The screen flickered with new words as he reached out for the microphone.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain

Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will

But what a thrill

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

The environment became charged again, the crowd was fixated on the stage, and the singing and dancing recommenced. Eddie felt an itch on his arm and rolled up his sleeve. The hairs on his arm were stood on end. Something weird was going on, and Eddie was unnerved by it, but at the same time, he felt swept away in it too. Maybe it was like a gig when it was the perfect storm. A fully immersed audience in a crowded space full of raging teenage hormones.

Gareth was up next, and he didn't even need to look at the screen. Eddie smiled; this was one of Gareth's favourite songs, and he must have heard him sing it a million times about many girls in real life and through a TV screen.

Are you gonna take me home tonight?

Aah, down beside that red fire light

Are you gonna let it all hang out?

Fat bottomed girls

You make the rocking world go 'round

Gareth punctuated the last line by throwing the devil horn signal on his hand into the air. Eddie swore the ground rumbled when he did, and the crowd got louder, screaming some of them. Eddie turned back to Gareth, who was singing with his eyes screwed up tight in effort, and the beat thudded through the air vibrating right into Eddie's sternum. Looking back to the edge of the stage, Eddie saw a girl, her hair in pigtails high up on her head, her elbows resting on the stage pushed together so that her chin could rest upon her hands. Her eyes were transfixed on Gareth, but she wasn’t dancing like the others. Instead, she was swaying a little but not much else. Eddie noticed her mouth was slightly open, and her eyelids blinked slowly like she was half asleep.

The song ended, and Gareth joined the others in the crowd, and it was Eddie's turn to step up. He wasn't sure if it was the cumulation of everything that happened this evening, but the usual performer in Eddie was not available for business. He walked to the mic, looked out at the expectant crowd, and sang the words on the screen.

I got brass in pocket

I got bottle, I'm gonna use it

Intention, I feel inventive

Gonna make you, make you, make you notice 

The crowd danced slowly from side to side, singing the words with him, but it didn't feel the same as when the others were singing. He looked to his friends, who animatedly encouraged him to amp it up. With their backing, the performer in Eddie returned. He strutted across the stage length, acting out the words, and saw the crowd get more into the song. That electricity filled the air again.

'cause I gonna make you see

There's nobody else here, no one like me

I'm special

So special

I got to have some of your attention, give it to me

Eddie rechecked the front row as the song ended. The girl with pigtails was gone, and no one looked at him as she did at Gareth. He put the mic back and rejoined his friends, but when he got there, one was distinctly missing. "Where's Gareth?" Eddie asked.

Jeff and Grant exchanged a glance and smirk and gestured to further back in the tent to where Gareth was. Though not alone, the girl with the pigtails was there too. Gareth looked dazed, with lipstick smeared all around his mouth. The plush monkey deserted on the ground. Eddie laughed at a ridiculous thought but couldn't help but follow up. He walked around another group of people to get a complete look at the pair, Eddie followed the placement of Gareth's arms and hands, and as the song had predicted, she was very much a fat-bottomed girl. Eddie turned back sharply to Jeff and Grant with a wide-eyed toothy grin, running up to them, snatching up the monkey as he passed and throwing his arms around them. "It's our year, guys!! Finally!!" Eddie said, squeezing their shoulders, pulling them close to him as they laughed.

"I gotta go take a leak," Grant said, jutting his thumb to the outside of the tent.

"What? You're leaving now? Don't you wanna wait around for your girl?" Jeff exclaimed in horror.

"I'll be back. Also, the only other option right now is for me to do it right here, and I doubt that's gonna help me win anyone over, right?" Grant said, turning on his heel and walking toward the porta potties. Jeff and Eddie spend the next ten minutes or so watching the performers, and any girl that appears to have a trajectory aimed in their vicinity inspires much neatening of clothes and puffing out of chests. Still, every single one walks on by, not a smile or wave of invitation. Eddie grumbled and looked at his watch. Now he had to use the bathroom too.

He pointed at the exit so Jeff could see he was heading out. "I'm coming with you. I don't need to spend any additional time watching Gareth play tonsil hockey with Hillary" Jeff huffed and followed Eddie out but stopped abruptly when Eddie's hand planted firmly on his chest. Eddie then pointed over to the tent entrance. Jeff turned to see Grant comforting a girl with a tear-stained face and a scorched dress. He took off his leather jacket that almost drowned her, but it covered the problem areas of her outfit, and she pecked a kiss on his cheek and held his hand. Eddie turned to Jeff, and they exchanged looks of surprise. "It's working. I mean, the songs are working, right? It doesn't have to be in the tent."

"No, she was definitely in there earlier. I saw her. That's Yasmin from my Home Ec class," Eddie said. Jeff created a small huddle between the two of them.

"So here's what we know. The songs, specifically the lyrics, bring the person, providing they heard it, but you don't have to be in the tent to find them. Grant said he suddenly had to go to the bathroom, right? There is something instinctive about how this works. Grant might never have found that girl if he hadn't left the tent when he did!" Jeff worked through the problem like a puzzle in one of their D&D games. "So what is your gut telling you?"

Eddie's gut told him to make an excuse to go home and curl up in front of a movie. Only two of them were left, and Eddie's stomach churned at the thought of being the last picked. He was basically the leader of these guys, and if they all had someone and he had no one, he'd be the loser. No, this couldn't happen. Eddie turned to his acting skills and clutched at his stomach, "You know, dude, currently, my gut is telling me I shouldn't have eaten so much fairground food, and I should get home…quickly!"

Jeff looked so genuinely concerned. It had made Eddie feel rotten, deceiving his friend. "Well, ok, man. Get yourself home. Er, I'm gonna hang around a little while longer. See you at practice tomorrow?" Jeff asked, and Eddie nodded with a smile and headed back to his van briskly to head home.

Part 2

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Sorry for the first ask, I meant to say Sceo + Werewolf Abilities + Lacrosse, please <3

Thanks for the prompt!

“Why are you here?”

Theo frowns and slams himself beside Malia just because it will piss her off. He swears Scott gives him a look right then. But then his face breaks out in that stupid goofy grin, and he waves.

“Ohhh.” Malia nudges him with her elbow.

“Whatever. Like you aren’t here to watch Kira.”

“Duh. She’s hot in lacrosse pads.”

Theo shrugs and steals a handful of Malia’s popcorn. She growls but doesn’t show any teeth, so he takes another handful before leaning back on the bleachers to watch as Scott rallies the team around him.

“He’s a good captain,” Theo says after he’s finished chewing.

“I guess. I never really got this game. But I like it when Kira knocks guys over.”

Theo’s read a few rulebooks and several books on strategy. He likes it when Scott talks to him about lacrosse. It’s like the weight he usually wears on his shoulders melts away when starts talking about the team’s current offensive initiatives.

He likes the look of surprise and delight on Scott’s face when he has something meaningful to contribute to the conversation.

Watching the game is boring.

He’d watch Scott forever.

Theo keeps his eyes trained on him as he runs down the field. He pauses and passes the ball to an attacker Theo doesn’t know by name. She shoots and scores and the crowd hollers their appreciation.

“Not the type to cheer for your man?”

“Are you?”

Malia laughs and throws a handful of popcorn at his face.

Theo dodges it easily. Scott glances at him with a smile and Theo waves, unable to keep a matching smile off his face.

“You are so far gone,” Malia announces handing him her paper cup filled with some kind of soda.

Theo drinks, wondering just when his life became the kind where he has friends that he shares food with. Or the kind where he jumps to his feet and cheers when his boyfriend scores a goal.

- Waiting in the hallway, alone, listening in on the locker room is a lot more like the life Theo’s always known.

He latches onto Scott’s voice giving a speech about teamwork. He doesn’t pay too much attention to the words but enjoys the cadence of Scott’s soft voice.

Theo waits until the team finishes trickling out of the locker room to step inside.

Scott sits on the bench, towel wrapped around his hips, staring at the locker in front of him.

“You don’t seem like a man that just won the semi-final of the tri-college tournament.”

Scott runs a hand through his hair. “Hey.”

His smile when he looks at Theo is laced with sadness. Nothing like the bright grin he’d had on the field.

“What’s wrong?”

Scott shakes his head. “It’s nothing. I just sometimes feel like I’m cheating, you know?”

Theo blinks. “Cheating how?”

“I mean, the enhanced reflexes, speed, strength, the whole werewolf power set.”

“Oh. Well I suppose I’ll join the team next year, then.”

Scott stares at him. “What?”

“I mean, if all you need is werewolf powers to play this game, I’ve got that, more or less. Malia, too.”

Scott sighs. “You’re being ridiculous. You know what I mean.”

Theo slides onto the bench, inches away from Scott. Scott doesn’t even tense. Not a hint of fear.

“Fine. When you had asthma, were the players who didn’t cheating because they could run down the field faster?”

“What? No…”

“Exactly. They had advantage. And of course, they used it. Who doesn’t use every advantage they have?”

Even as he says it, Theo knows the answer.

Scott looks at his hands, bunched up in the white cloth of his towels. Damp curls fall across his forehead. Theo longs to brush them away.

“When I.. Before, I always thought that if I worked hard enough, I could be great, even at lacrosse. But I never would have played in high school if it hadn’t been for… for this.”

He lifts his right hand and unsheathes his claws.

“There’s no way to know if that’s true. Maybe you could have. I don’t think it’s being a werewolf that gives you the stubborn streak that makes the impossible possible.”

Scott flicks his claws away and smiles his sad smile again. “Maybe not.”

“Being a werewolf had nothing to do with your sappy team work speech,” Theo points out.

Scott’s smile slides past sad into something more playful. “I bet you a kiss you couldn’t repeat a single sentence from that speech.”

Theo matches his smile and leans into to brush their lips together.

“You’re right,” he whispers, “but unlike you, I don’t care about cheating.”

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Top 5 Do’s And Don’ts After Tooth Extraction(Removal)

Going through a tooth extraction (removal) can be important to keep up with oral wellbeing. Whether it’s because of decay, harm, or congestion, the recuperation interaction after a tooth extraction is basic for guaranteeing a smooth healing trip. In this blog,the best dentist in Dhantoli Dr Vandana Upwanshi will share the main 5 do’s and don’ts after a tooth extraction to assist you with accomplishing an agreeable recuperation.

Let's begin by exploring the Do's:

Take Rest:

After a tooth extraction, your body needs time to heal. Ensure you get plenty of rest in the first days following the procedure. Avoid strenuous activities and allow your body to recover. Resting will support a faster recovery process and minimize the threat of complications.

Allow the Extraction Area to Clot:

One of the critical ways in the recovery process is the conformation of a blood clot at the extraction point. This clot protects the exposed nerves and bone, promoting healing. To encourage clot conformation, avoid inordinate spitting, and be conservative while drinking fluids. However, it can lead to a painful condition called dry socket, If the clot is dislodged

Stay Hydrated:

While it’s important to be cautious with your oral conditioning, staying hydrated is pivotal for overall healing. Drink plenty of water to keep yourself hydrated, but remember to do so without disturbing the extraction point. conclude for a straw to minimize contact with the healing area.

Address Any Swelling or Pain:

Encountering a few expanding and distress after a tooth extraction is typical. To deal with these side effects, utilize indicated pain medication as coordinated by your dental specialist. Applying a virus pack to the enlarged region can likewise assist with lessening irritation.

Rinse with Saltwater:

Tenderly cleaning out your mouth with a warm saltwater result can advance tidiness and help in the recuperation cycle. Blend a teaspoon of salt in a cup of warm water and flush your mouth delicately  24 hours following the extraction.

"Don'ts" to ensure a smooth recovery:

Don't Smoke:

Smoking can significantly hold up the recovery process and boost the trouble of complications similar to infection and delayed recovery. It’s overcritical to avoid smoking for at least a few days after the extraction to promote a healthier recovery.

Avoid Spitting:

Spitting forcefully can dislodge the blood clot, leading to a painful condition known as a dry socket. Minimize spitting during the first days after the extraction to allow the clot to form and defend the recovery point.

Don't Drink Carbonated Beverages or Alcohol:

Carbonated drinks and alcohol can irritate the extraction point and delay the recovery process. Stick to water and other non-irritating,non-carbonated drinks during the original recovery period to promote optimal healing.

Don't Consume Chewy or Hard Foods:

Opt for soft, easy-to-chew foods during the first many days post-extraction. Avoid hard or leathery foods that could disturb the clot or cause discomfort. This includes nuts, seeds, popcorn, and tough flesh.

Don't Disturb the Clot:

Avoid poking or prodding the extraction point with your fingers, tongue, or any objects. Disturbing the clot can lead to complications, including dry socket, and may protract the healing process.

When preparing for tooth extraction, it can be helpful to consult directly with an experienced dentist. The dentist can provide further tips on recovering, which can be helpful to those feeling nervous about the process afterward. Additionally, the patient can have any questions and concerns addressed. Give us a call today to get scheduled for an appointment.

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🚀 Justin Bieber's Secret Hunt for New Manager REVEALED!

Justin Bieber's Managerial Melodrama: A Comedy of Errors Ah, the wonderful world of pop stars and their managers! It's like a never-ending game of musical chairs where everyone's just waiting for the music to stop, and sometimes, it's more entertaining than an episode of "The Bachelor." 🎶 So, let's talk about Scooter Braun, the manager who seems to be shedding clients faster than a cat sheds fur in the summertime. 🐱 It's like he's playing a high-stakes game of Monopoly, but instead of buying properties, he's losing big-name singers. Ariana Grande and Demi Lovato have officially said, "Thanks, but no thanks," and it's got Scooter in a spin! And then there's our boy Justin Bieber. You know, the guy who went from YouTube sensation to global heartthrob? Well, turns out he's been window shopping for new managers for three whole years. That's like spending more time deciding on a manager than most people spend deciding on a couch. 🛋️ Justin, buddy, are you looking for a manager or just the perfect avocado at the grocery store? Now, picture Scooter Braun, the man who discovered Bieber and stuck by him like a particularly stubborn piece of chewing gum. Seriously, this guy has been mentor, spokesperson, and probably even pillow fluffer to Bieber through thick and thin. But wait, rumor has it these two haven't talked for months! 📞 Maybe their phone plan has a cap on friendship minutes? But hold up, before you start sending sympathy cards, the insiders are here to set the record straight. Apparently, reports of their estrangement are "not true." So, you mean to say they're still chatting over tea and crumpets every afternoon? ☕️🫖 "Hey, Justin, how's the singing? And Scooter, still managing stuff, I assume?" Oh, and let's not forget Taylor Swift, the pop star who can turn any feud into a chart-topping hit. Remember when she accused Scooter of masterfully snatching her masters? That was quite the drama. Swift poured her heart out on Instagram, and all I could think was, "Girl, you've got the emotional range of a Shakespearean tragedy!" 🎭 But wait, there's more! Bieber jumped in to defend Scooter like a knight in shining armor, or rather, a pop star in sparkly sneakers. He's all like, "Yo, Taylor, chill out. Scooter's been our buddy since the days I was singing 'Baby, baby, baby, no!'" It's like a soap opera where the characters defend each other's honor with Instagram posts instead of swords. ⚔️ And let's not leave out Demi Lovato, who swooped in to say, "Hey, stop picking on Scooter, he's a good dude!" It's like a group of high school friends vouching for the one guy who always shared his lunch. 🥪 "Yeah, he might have stolen my cookies, but he's a good man, I swear!" In the midst of all this managerial mayhem, it's clear that loyalty is as rare as a unicorn in the pop music industry. 🦄 Celebrities standing up for their managers, managers standing up for their clients – it's like a bizarre version of "Family Feud" where the answers are all about who's got your back in the celebrity jungle. So, as we watch these pop stars navigate the crazy world of managers, let's remember that even in the glitziest of industries, friendships can be as fickle as a Hollywood weather forecast. ☀️🌧️ But hey, at least it's more entertaining than a reality TV show, right? Time to grab some popcorn and settle in for the next episode of "Managerial Melodrama." 🍿🎬# Justin Bieber's Managerial Melodrama: A Comedy of Errors Ah, the wonderful world of pop stars and their managers! It's like a never-ending game of musical chairs where everyone's just waiting for the music to stop, and sometimes, it's more entertaining than an episode of "The Bachelor." 🎶 So, let's talk about Scooter Braun, the manager who seems to be shedding clients faster than a cat sheds fur in the summertime. 🐱 It's like he's playing a high-stakes game of Monopoly, but instead of buying properties, he's losing big-name singers. Ariana Grande and Demi Lovato have officially said, "Thanks, but no thanks," and it's got Scooter in a spin! And then there's our boy Justin Bieber. You know, the guy who went from YouTube sensation to global heartthrob? Well, turns out he's been window shopping for new managers for three whole years. That's like spending more time deciding on a manager than most people spend deciding on a couch. 🛋️ Justin, buddy, are you looking for a manager or just the perfect avocado at the grocery store? Now, picture Scooter Braun, the man who discovered Bieber and stuck by him like a particularly stubborn piece of chewing gum. Seriously, this guy has been mentor, spokesperson, and probably even pillow fluffer to Bieber through thick and thin. But wait, rumor has it these two haven't talked for months! 📞 Maybe their phone plan has a cap on friendship minutes? But hold up, before you start sending sympathy cards, the insiders are here to set the record straight. Apparently, reports of their estrangement are "not true." So, you mean to say they're still chatting over tea and crumpets every afternoon? ☕️🫖 "Hey, Justin, how's the singing? And Scooter, still managing stuff, I assume?" Oh, and let's not forget Taylor Swift, the pop star who can turn any feud into a chart-topping hit. Remember when she accused Scooter of masterfully snatching her masters? That was quite the drama. Swift poured her heart out on Instagram, and all I could think was, "Girl, you've got the emotional range of a Shakespearean tragedy!" 🎭 But wait, there's more! Bieber jumped in to defend Scooter like a knight in shining armor, or rather, a pop star in sparkly sneakers. He's all like, "Yo, Taylor, chill out. Scooter's been our buddy since the days I was singing 'Baby, baby, baby, no!'" It's like a soap opera where the characters defend each other's honor with Instagram posts instead of swords. ⚔️ And let's not leave out Demi Lovato, who swooped in to say, "Hey, stop picking on Scooter, he's a good dude!" It's like a group of high school friends vouching for the one guy who always shared his lunch. 🥪 "Yeah, he might have stolen my cookies, but he's a good man, I swear!" In the midst of all this managerial mayhem, it's clear that loyalty is as rare as a unicorn in the pop music industry. 🦄 Celebrities standing up for their managers, managers standing up for their clients – it's like a bizarre version of "Family Feud" where the answers are all about who's got your back in the celebrity jungle. So, as we watch these pop stars navigate the crazy world of managers, let's remember that even in the glitziest of industries, friendships can be as fickle as a Hollywood weather forecast. ☀️🌧️ But hey, at least it's more entertaining than a reality TV show, right? Time to grab some popcorn and settle in for the next episode of "Managerial Melodrama." 🍿🎬 Read the full article

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Clear Braces Bronx: A Comprehensive Guide to Benefits, Care, and Diet

If you are seeking a discreet and comfortable orthodontic treatment, clear braces may be the ideal solution for you. Unlike traditional metal braces, clear braces are made of transparent or tooth-colored materials that blend in with your natural teeth, making them virtually invisible. At Northeastern Braces in Bronx, NY, we offer clear braces as a popular option for our patients who wish to improve their smile without sacrificing their appearance.

Benefits of Choosing Clear Braces

Clear braces in Bronx offer a range of benefits that make them a popular choice among patients of all ages. Here are some of the advantages of choosing clear braces over traditional metal braces:

Discreet Appearance: Clear braces are hardly noticeable and allow you to feel more confident throughout your treatment.

Comfortable: Clear braces are designed to fit your teeth precisely, ensuring that they are comfortable to wear and won't cause irritation to your gums and cheeks.

Effective Treatment: Clear braces can correct a wide range of orthodontic problems, including crooked teeth, overcrowding, and bite issues.

Shorter Treatment Time: Clear braces can often achieve the desired results faster than traditional braces, as they apply less pressure to the teeth.

Easy to Maintain: Clear braces require minimal maintenance and can be easily cleaned at home.

How to Clean Clear Braces

To keep your clear braces clean and free from debris, you should follow a few simple steps:

Brush your teeth at least twice a day using a soft-bristled toothbrush and fluoride toothpaste. Make sure to brush your clear braces gently, avoiding excessive force that could damage the brackets or wires.

Floss your teeth daily, using a floss threader to navigate around the wires and brackets of your clear braces.

Rinse your mouth with an antiseptic mouthwash to kill bacteria and freshen your breath.

Avoid eating hard or sticky foods that could damage your clear braces, such as nuts, hard candy, and chewing gum.

What to Eat with Clear Braces and What Not to Eat

While clear braces are more comfortable and less noticeable than traditional metal braces, they still require some dietary adjustments to ensure their effectiveness and durability. Here are some foods you should include and avoid in your diet while wearing clear braces:

Foods to Eat:

Soft fruits such as bananas, grapes, and berries

Cooked vegetables such as carrots, peas, and squash

Soft proteins such as fish, eggs, and tofu

Soft grains such as rice, pasta, and oatmeal

Foods to Avoid:

Hard or chewy candies such as caramels and gummies

Crunchy snacks such as chips and popcorn

Sticky foods such as caramel and toffee

Hard or chewy bread such as bagels and crusty bread

At Northeastern Braces in Bronx, NY, we understand that maintaining proper dental hygiene and diet while undergoing orthodontic treatment can be challenging. That's why our team of experienced orthodontists and staff is committed to providing you with the support and guidance you need to achieve the best possible results from your clear braces treatment.

Conclusion

Clear braces offer a discreet, comfortable, and effective way to achieve a straighter, healthier smile. With proper care and a balanced diet, you can enjoy the benefits of clear braces without compromising your dental health. If you are considering clear braces treatment, contact Northeastern Braces in Bronx, NY, to schedule a consultation with one of our experienced orthodontists. We'll be happy to answer any questions you may have and help you achieve the smile you deserve.