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bueckersstrap · 6 months ago

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THROW AWAY

paige b. x reader

masterlist + playlist here !

warnings : language, cheating

wc : 850-900

tags : @mayghosts

a/n : ok so idk this was really short so imma make it like a prologue if ya catch my drift 😉 hope yall enjoy, chapters will be longer ofc. lmk what yall do and don’t like 💘💘💘 xoxo - cel

0. told her i would call her back, i forgot to text her / PROLOGUE

paige : dude it’s literally not what it looks like chill tf out 😂 11:56 PM

you : chill out ..? ur out cheating and im supposed to chill out ? alr . go have fun w ur lil home wrecking ass friend. 11:58 PM

paige : i’m out tryna enjoy my time w my friends nd ur stressing me ? imma call u after tho , ight? 11:59 PM

paige : i didnt mean it like that ur not stressing me 12:00 AM

deadass i didnt ???

read at 12:02 AM

seriously y/n 12:09 AM

bro y ru acting like that

nah fuck u

wait

wait yes

fuck you

read at 12:10AM

‘paige’ has been blocked by ‘y/n’

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the loud knock that erupted on the apartment door must’ve rung throughout the empty hallways of paige’s complex.

nervously shifting her weight between her feet, holding the cardboard box — that was filled to the brim with all of paige’s stuff — was heavy of a weight enough and the extra anxiety wasn’t helping.

y/n felt like she must have been waiting at paige’s door for hours when it really was only a minute or so.

paige’s expression turned blank, not expecting to ever see y/n again after the incident.

“your stuff. i didn’t need it taking up space in my apartment anymore.” you said, shallow and shoving the box into her chest.

“I- uh. thank you?”

it seemed as if paige swallowed her pride and was going to say something but before she could you flashed her a tight lipped expression and begged yourself not to give in to her antics if she tried anything.

you two had been in this situation countless times, it always ended up in sex. but you didn’t want that this time. not yet, atleast.

it was the awkward silence that confirmed the end of you two was catching up to the years that lacked apologies and proper communication. there was nothing you could’ve done to stop it, what was done was done and paige’s actions couldn’t be controlled. that’s just how she is.

paige looked scared, almost. her expression was unexplainable and as hard as you tried to study the way her lips curled or the way her eyes scanned your own face; you couldn’t figure it out.

without saying anything more, you gave her once last look and walked away, completely shattered.

—

‘the incident’ that was referenced was the moments leading up to when you were sitting in your apartment, innocently and mindlessly scrolling on tiktok when you came across your girlfriends’ friend — ice brady’s — live.

you clicked to see them all out at a bar. this wasn’t unexpected as paige had already told you what her plans for the night were. you watched contently for a little bit, admiring the night your friends were having, that you weren’t invited to. it was weird to not be invited to a group hangout and not be asked to go with, not even by your girlfriend. it had already made you uneasy but it didn’t matter and you brushed your feelings under the rug.

ice shifted the camera to her left and for a split second the world stopped. you immediately recognized the blonde. the grown out roots with the slender hands that wrapped around presumably — from the back — her teammate, azzi fudd.

it wasn’t just a hug as you might’ve thought, her hands were on azzi’s waist and azzi’s hands were around paige’s neck. the distance between them was non-existent and very clear to everybody on live.

ice uncomfortably shifted the camera back to her, exchanging looks with her friend caroline. both the women’s expressions turned into ones of pure shock and slight panic as her and caroline tried to play it off as normal. nothing was normal about this, though.

“what the fuck?” you mumbled, furrowing your brows to try and capture the moment in your brain. it didn’t last as long as it felt though.

for a couple minutes you set your phone down, pacing around your apartment. too many thoughts you had to calculate came at lighting speed in your pounding head. at first, you tried to justify her actions, thinking, maybe it wasn’t what it looked like. but then you started thinking more rationally. you knew what you saw and there was no defending her actions no matter how much you tried. you attempted reading between the lines, trying to catch a loophole in which azzi and paige weren’t kissing within an inch of life between them but the hand placement was a dead give away. the realization made your blood run cold and gave you the confidence needed to say something, not wanting to silence you or your feelings anymore.

that’s how the whole text situation ended up happening because the pure shock turned into pure anger. you concluded that azzi fudd was a home wrecker, and paige bueckers was a lying slut cheater.

was it fair to label azzi that, just by seeing the live? probably not. but the heat that rose to your cheeks in your anxiety driven body made it hard for you to think straight. but this wasn’t about azzi, this was about paige and her extremely ignorant tendencies. especially her intoxicated ones.

it hurt but you knew it was a long time coming, anyway. the toxic relationship you two shared had been ongoing since your junior year when you hooked up at a halloween party and were on and off since.

you couldn’t tell whether knowing that the cycle between you and paige would continue until one of you broke— which wasn’t going to happen— brought you comfort or sadness. it was very unfortunate that you wasted this much time on paige, but considering your past and the very foreseeable future, it was hard not to. as fast as you tried to run away you knew you’d probably end up being caught up to sooner or later. until the pattern repeated itself, you’d try and heal like normal and be destroyed when she came back and ruined your life.

it was the circle of paige.

#Spotify #bueckersstrap #throw away #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #smut #azzi fudd #ice brady #caroline ducharme #writers on tumblr #wlw #lesbian

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dentiststoothfairy · 1 year ago

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Slides in *) may I have a chubby reader and them H E A D C A N O N S (blinks with eye lashes*)

Ty 😊

Art I made lmao

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 & 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Bro they don't give a single fuck.

Gonna be honest. They really don't.

If you're vibing with them? They'll vibe with you. Doesn't matter if you're pretty, ugly, larger, smaller, taller, shorter, thick or flat.

Nene thinks you're gorgeous anyways. You know she does because she makes a big deal about not hanging around ugly people.

"Like Pico?"

"Oh my Lord, exactly! Like Pico!"

She takes you shopping and then throws an ABSOLUTE fit if or when they don't carry the CUTEST outfit in your size.

That has to be some sort of CRIME.

Darnell is probably the most apathetic about it. He knows what it's like to be treated differently for something you can't change. And personally, he'd rather someone not make a large deal out of it... So he doesn't make a big deal out of you either.

Although, when someone has the audacity to like.. Comment on it? He calls them tf out. He makes a big deal then. He gets absolute pleasure of making assholes squirm with uncomfortable tension after being pointed out.

He's got your back. Honestly? He is probably the most reliable out of the group. He shuts Nene up real fast when she says something insensitive by the slip of the tongue.

Pico? God don't let anyone make one comment around you two.

He DON'T let that shit slide.

He's probably fallen asleep on you after a long day. He hasn't got any shame that one, I'm not gonna lie. You're way more comfortable to lean on than Darnell or Nene.

Nene mocks him and tells him that he better not collapse into your chest the way he collapsed into hers that one time. He still fucking hates that. It's embarrassing. He WOULD RATHER DIE.

"I'm back!"

"Oh, welcome home." You answered cointly. Your chest heavy with burden as you pulled your nervous eyes away from your reflection, subconsciously pulling down at your pants as you did so to hide the shame.

Your blue haired lover gave an energetic laugh as he moved lightly on the soles of his feet, bouncing to the couch as he took his hat out to fan himself. His stupid smile always brought comfort, you fought a smile yourself.

"Busy day?" You hummed, his eyes was still twinkling from energy from being outside. He nodded as his mouth opened to talk more.

"Oh hell yeah. Another rap battle, it was absolutely fire. You should've heard me!"

Ah.. You... Hadn't been willing to leave the apartment for a while... Embarrassment of like... Existing. But, that meant you missed out on so many fun things with your quite frankly, extroverted boyfriend.

His rising and falling chest and heart beating in sync, you could feel his internal music constantly bumping as he climbed onto you while you sat down, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck as you quickly grabbed his hand. You knew what he was trying to do, trying to run his fingers through your tight curls and you knew it would only end badly.

"I bet... You would've sounded great." You gave a bitter smile, glancing down subtly at your legs as your hand clutched his hand tighter. Your lover, usually pretty clueless, seemed to pick up on the cues.

".. Is something wrong, babe?" He asked, his tone shifted slightly as he looked up at you, his excitement washed away like a wave swallowing a crab into the large ocean.

Now look what you've done...

"No, no. I'm fine! I was just thinking about what we were going to have for dinner tonight. Maybe something with low fat?" You offered, throwing the option into the air hoping that the usual air head wouldn't catch on.

Unlucky for you, he did.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Is this about your legs again?" He let go of you, as he sat up. The silence hung in the air like a string hung off a cork board. You never liked lying to him but, how else could you improve the situation..?

He gave a sigh, laying his head on your shoulder as he snaked an arm around your waist, trying to pull you as closely as he could to you. "... You know I think you're stunning, I don't.. Understand how you can't see that." He muttered.

"Because-.." Your voice caught onto the tissue in your throat as if a hook was dragging across it. You couldn't untangle the line that was suffocating you. Both metaphorical, and the verbal line you were about to say.

And, god bless... Your boyfriend as if a miracle worker, knew exactly what to do. He pulled you in, connecting your lips quickly.

"You're adorable. There's nothing cuter than you." He mumbled, giving you a crooked smile. "The fact you think other wise is insulting. You're like.. The fuckin' cutest thing ever. Like, you're so soft. And I know people who say that come off as if they're reaching for compliments but honestly? I wouldn't change you for the way you are." He shrugged.

Your eyes scavenged his for any sort of lie. That he was trying to make you feel better with absolutely no true empathy behind his words. But you came up empty handed.

"Like, do you know how hard it is for me to like.. Not show you off? I just wanna walk down the street and go 'look suckers! This is my mutha' fuckin' partner! You can't even imagine landing someone so hot!'" He raised his voice, cupping his mouth to make himself even louder. You gave a nervous laugh.

"Please don't do that..." Please, don't.

He gave a cheeky wink to you, sticking his cheek out as he did. "I said it's hard for me not to do, not that I would. I know how you get with attention, baby and I'm gonna do my best to make sure you're content in your own skin because I love you." He brought your knuckle to his lips, giving you a kiss and feigning a knight.

"Whether you're black, white, fuckin'... Green or thin."

Green?

You couldn't help but laugh at that. Taking your dumb ass boyfriend by the jaw and kissing him once again.

"You're so stupid."

"I know." He hummed back, content. "Now what's for dinner for real? I'm starving."

#anon ask #x reader #x y/n #anon #picos school #boyfriend friday night funkin #boyfriend fnf #boyfriend x y/n #boyfriend x you #boyfriend x reader #nene picos school #pico imagines #pico x reader #fnf pico #darnell picos school #pico picos school

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lab-trash · 1 year ago

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So, uh, I was reading my Milton x Jack google doc, and I came across this. And I'm pretty sure I haven't posted it. So here ya go. And it's a long one, so strap in.

SHIP QUESTIONS

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet? - Jack kicked ass on Milton’s behalf

What was their first impression of each other? - Jack thought Milton was sort of dorky-seeming. That he would like to be strong, but never had really the real opportunity to do it with his skinny little bones and muscles. - Milton obviously was extremely impressed with Jack, no surprise there. We see it. We know it.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? - I think that Mika would see it like… so quick. She would pretend she thought they were already dating just to nudge them along.

Who felt romantic feelings first? - Jack. I am 100% on the side that Jack was a complete mess about his feelings for Milton while Milton had no clue that either of them were queer • Jack had a big ol’ gay crisis, fite me

Did either of them try to resist their feelings? - Absolutely, both of them. Like, we see it in the show; Jack has the most internalised homophobia a man has ever had. Like, he looks so uncomfortable when he’s with Kim, but like he’s obligated to, y’know?

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? - Telling Jack: He’d deny it, he would flat-out deny it. - Telling Milton: I feel like he’d get really confused and flustered about it.

What would their lives be like if they had never met? - As we see in the show, it is not pretty. But I also chose to believe that it would actually not at all be like that. - I mean, come on, even if Jack didn’t join Wasabi, I don’t think he’d turn into a black dragon. He literally hates his cousin’s morals so much, and he’s a black dragon. I know that Kai became a black dragon only halfway through the show so if Jack hadn’t become a Wasabi then maybe Kai wouldn’t become a black dragon, but they still have the same morals. - I think it’d be a lot more like Kickin’ It On Our Own. - Jack would become committed to skating, a skatepark would’ve really been built at Jack’s petition and Kim would’ve never found the vole bc they weren’t friends. - Milton wouldn’t have dropped out of school and become whatever tf he was in the wonderful life episode, he would’ve switched to Swathmore. • Note to self, write a version of the Swathmore AU where they don’t meet until Milton goes to Swathmore.

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? - Milton. I feel like there are multiple points where it could happen, but Milton is always the one to start it. Here are some of my favourite points for their relationship to start.

Wrath of Swan. Milton comes back after dropping off Carrie and they dance and they’re gay.

My Left Foot. Milton feels all sort of warm that Jack is encouraging him to quit football if it makes him happy and Milton kisses him before going out onto the field. They don’t talk about it until the after-party

Milton claims that kiss is the only reason he made that goal

New Jack City. This is the one with Carson (BooBoo Stewart) if you don’t remember. After the fight, Milton approaches Jack saying that he feels guilty and that he couldn’t believe that he didn’t trust Jack before considering his feelings. This one is more of an accidental reveal

You may also remember that as the episode where Milton slapped Jack’s ass. That has nothing to do with the episode choice, I just felt like mentioning it. I don’t think they’re into that stuff, but I do think it made them both feel awkward in a flustered way.

Kickin’ It On Our Own. Milton admits that he didn’t really like continuing his life without Jack in it.

Meet the McKrupnicks. I don’t even know exactly how it would happen, I just like the idea of it.

Two Dates and a Funeral. Milton takes Jack’s hand on Mount Seaford and it snowballs from there.

Mama Mima. Milton apologises for causing all sorts of drama during the news thingy.

School of Jack. After the show, instead of hugging, Milton and Jack kiss.

The Return of Spyfall/The Boys are Back in Town. Grey is really observant about Milton and Jack’s feelings about each other and peer pressures Milton to ask him out. It works.

RV There Yet? Milton yells a love confession off the cliff before he knows Jack is alive.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? - Yes, but I feel like it’d be often interrupted by Rudy, Jerry, Phil, Joan, etc.

What was their first kiss like? - Oh boy, was it awkward. Their redo was better, and they consider that their first.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? - I’d like to think they were each other’s first boyfriends. Not their first relationship, but first boyfriends specifically.

What’s their height difference? Age difference? - I don’t think they have much of a difference between those things. Like, they have a size difference, since Jack has more mass, while Milton is kind of just a stick man.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families? - Jack’s mom is definitely happy that Milton is Jack’s partner, she likes him very much. Milton gave her his tamale recipe and she made a spicier version for her and Jack (it’s cannon Jack eats spicy food without even flinching lmao) - It is my personal belief that Jack doesn’t really see his dad, so I’m skipping past his dad’s opinion on Jack - Milton’s dad is trying his best to be an ally, so he is automatically supportive of their relationship albeit a bit awkward. He does like that Jack protects Milton though. - Milton’s mother is… Well, she either doesn’t know their dating and approves of their friendship, or she knows their dating and doesn’t bc she’s homophobic imo. - Jilian likes Jack. She definitely likes messing with him in regards to Milton, who we’ve seen she’s very protective of, but she does like Jack. Jack is mildly afraid of her, for good reason. - The McKrupnicks all like Jack, it’s very much one of those like… when he enters the room, they’re like “Jack!🍻”

Who takes the lead in social situations? - Jack. Well, most of the time. If it’s regarding their relationship, then it’s Milton, as he’s much more comfortable with his sexuality than Jack is.

Who gets jealous easier? - I think it’s about the same. But it’s different kinds of jealousy. Jack gets like… jealous in a sad possessive way, while Milton gets jealous in an anxious way. Does that make sense? - Like, we see him get jealous of Carson and his friendship with the Wasabi Warriors, and he doesn’t really get possessive in an angry ‘mine, only mine,’ way, he gets jealous in a ‘but… mine… ;(‘ way. Milton is afraid Jack will leave him, and I’m counting that as jealousy.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear? - I think that neither, for the most part. Jack is way too flustered to do that, in public or not, and Milton is afraid of getting caught. But sometimes he isn’t. And it is a mess for Jack.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first? - Jack, but mostly because Milton didn’t want to push Jack to say anything.

What are their primary love languages? - I think they’re both cuddly bitches, but Jack also likes giving gifts and casual praise.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines? - Both, but like… as a joke. They tell each other pick-up lines for fun and laugh at them.

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? - They cuddle as often as they can, even during the beginning of their relationship, though it’s usually private. - During the beginning of their relationship, they absolutely do not engage in PDA because Jack feels bashful at even the idea of that, but once they get into the later months of their relationship, you’ll pretty much not see them not touching each other. • Jerry complains about it a lot; calls them clingy.

Who initiates kisses? - Milton at first, then Jack, then both. Most often, rather.

Who’s the big and little spoon? - They trade because they both have weird relationships with their masculinity.

What are their favourite things to do together? - Karate, obviously. But they also enjoy bowling. And sometimes Jack will play guitar and Milton will sing. - Jack also makes sure to be in every Swords and Magic game once they start dating.

Who’s better at comforting the other? - I think Milton for Jack, but that’s mostly because when Jack has lows, they’re really fucking low, meanwhile Milton is used to the hills and valleys and doesn’t really need to be comforted because he’s already got coping mechanisms.

Who’s more protective? - Jack 1000%. Like, do I even have to explain?

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? - Milton prefers physical. Jack prefers receiving physical, but likes praising Milton any chance he gets— especially when/since people push him around.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? - I don’t know, I haven’t thought of it. But Jack’s favourite song ever is Nowhere to Go because Milton sings it.

What kind of nicknames do they call each other? - Milton has a habit of just varying Jack’s name. So like Jack-Jack, Jackie, Jackson, Jack Attack, etc. - Jack calls Milton regular pet names + kitten. • No one else is allowed to call Milton those things.

Who remembers the little things? - Jack, he likes remembering little details about Milton’s life and hobbies.

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes? - I feel like it’s just sort of something that’s brought up casually. Milton would bring it up, but they’d decide on it together.

What’s the wedding like? Who attends? - Milton plans their wedding, obviously. It’s awesome. Jack nearly cries during their vows. - The Wasabi Warriors (and the honoraries), Izzy Gunnar, and some of their family.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? - I think they’d foster kids, and consider Sam like… their nephew.

Do they have any pets? - I love the idea of them having a rabbit.

Who’s the stricter parent? - Milton.

Who worries the most? - Jack

Who kills the bugs in the house? - Whoever doesn’t spot it. The person who spots it is in a stunned state, so the other has to swoop in.

How do they celebrate holidays? - They usually like to just spend time together, since they’d both be off work. For things like birthdays and christmas, I think they’d have both a private celebration and one with the Wasabis.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? - Hmmm… Okay, I think that they’d be the sort of couple who both get up and be productive pretty quickly. But on days when they’re supposed to be productive and he just doesn’t feel like it, I feel like Jack would ask Milton back to bed, and on days they have off from work, Milton would ask Jack back to bed.

Who’s the better cook? - Every urge to say Milton, but that one episode where he bakes that cake has me torn, but I have to remember Invasion of the Ghost Pirates. So Milton can cook, but Jack has a weird secret talent for baking. He doesn’t like doing it, but if Milton asks real sweet-like, he will.

Who likes to dance? - I have not watched the show in a hot minute, ngl. So I’m gonna say that I can be totally wrong on this, but I feel like they both do, in the comfort of privacy. But I like the idea of them sort of just swaying together while Milton is cooking, or when they’re tired.

#kickin it #mack #jack x milton #jack brewer #milton krupnick #milton krupnick x jack brewer #jack brewer x milton krupnick #i nearly posted this to my musical theatre blog #that would've killed me i think #disney #disney plus #disney show

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seradae · 1 year ago

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Wait For It [omorashi] [watersports] [FF] [TF]

I pulled two 1L bottles of Smart Water out of the fridge and brought them into the living room. My love was sitting on the couch and I sat behind her, pulling her between my legs and handing her one of the bottles. "Drink this, babygirl," I said and she gave me a quizzical look but opened it and started drinking. "You don't have to finish it all at once, but I expect it to be gone before the end of this episode."

We were watching Wednesday and we were already half way minutes in; that didn't leave much time. I started drinking as well. In between drinks, I let my hands roam over her body. At first, I played with her hair and tickled her back, but then my hands roamed around to the front, teasing her breasts gently. "What are you up to?" She asked, turning to look at me.

"Nothing you need to worry your pretty little empty head about. Just watch the show and let me explore you." She looked back at the screen as I ran my fingers down the fabric of her onesie, running my hand down and feeling that she wasn't wearing any panties. I could feel the heat radiating from her needy little cunt even through the protective layer of clothing.

As I finished my bottle and she finished hers, I nibbled her neck and started rubbing her through the onesie. She tried to pull my hand away and whined, "I have to go! You're gonna make me wet the couch..." I could see her blushing even from behind; the redness wrapping from her cheeks down and around her neck.

"Aww, poor little pup. But you're not allowed to go until I give you permission; you know the rules." I unsnapped the crotch on her onesie and slid a finger into her easily. She clamped down on it and I held it there while we finished the show. She was squirming as all the water ran through her and I could tell she was growing uncomfortable. "Aww, does my dumb little pup want to go potty?"

She nodded vigorously. "Too bad. Come with me." I got up from my position and helped her off the couch, leading her to the bathroom. I started the shower and stripped us both naked, pinning her to the wall and kissing her hard. As I pressed against her full bladder, I heard a slight moan of desperation and desire come out of her. I only grinned.

We climbed into the shower and continued making out, her squirming intensifying by the moment. The hot water running over her was making it harder and harder to hold in the piss. Finally taking pity on her, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me, sliding my girldick inside her. I looked into her eyes and whispered, "when you feel me, you can let go."

Her eyes widened and I steeled myself. Despite much practice, it was still hard to piss while hard. But once it started, there was no stopping it. I saw her eyes roll back into her head as the hot liquid flooded her little cunt, and then I felt the heat of her own begin flowing over me. I didn't even try to suppress the moan I felt, kissing her as we both continued for what seemed like forever.

Finally, we both stopped. I pinned her to the wall and began fucking her hard, my piss pouring out of her as I ravaged her body. With the increased sensation, neither of us lasted long and we came simultaneously, me biting hard into her neck as I filled her and I felt her clamping down around me.

We kissed for another minute or two, then washed each other tenderly and lovingly. "Thank you, baby," she nearly whispered a short time later.

I smiled at her innocence despite what we had just done and kissed her on the forehead. "Any time, beautiful."

#txt #nsftumblr #lesbian #domme posting #wlw love #bd/sm relationship #trans #wlw #omorashi #t4t nsft

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xxxg0ryygurlll13xxx · 3 months ago

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does anyone else remember the video "Dye Fantasy"?

if u were on the weird part of the internet in the 2010s do u remember a vid called Dye Fantasy? specifically a music video. the video started w 4 teenagers sneaking into a pool in the middle of the night on some kind of double date. the one girl and boy couple immediately undress and go into the pool her friend however seems a lot more uncomfortable w the situation. her and her date stay off to the side for awhile, he offers her beer she declines and he tries to kiss her and she declines. it also pans to the other couple making out a few times. after she declines the kiss she jumps in the pool almost as a way to get away from her date. as shes floating down she looks down at her crotch where something is moving ver aggressively. she immediately jumps out and runs to the corner her date goes over to ask her whats wrong when they both look up to see the other couple are this weird tentacle monster. his arm has turned into this weird squid thingy that attaches to her crotch and like u can see it bulging out of her stomach. overall kinda gross. the prude girl jumps back into the pool and comes out the other side to see almost like a post-apocolyptic world and then her eyes and face explode and it ends. the music behind it has no lyrics and is like a synth pop type beat. the animation style is kinda like the style of Devilman Crybaby but a bit neater and detailed. i just saw a little video on it and was wondering if anyone else remembered seeing it or clips of it really really young. i vividly remember stumbling across it and it scaring the shit out of me as a kid. ironically enough apparently the video is abt the loss of innocence and how some people choose to dive head first into that loss and embrace adulthood, sex, and growing up and others try to hold onto that innocence as long as possible only to end up having to come to terms w it. it overall is a very well done video but scared tf out of me as a kid. i re watched it and its not as scary as i once thought. i also couldnt find the og upload so ig yt took it down or smthn.

#scene kid #2000s scene #scenemo #emo #school #high school #scene fashion #art #artwork #character art #youtube video #video #music #musician #music video #synthwave #synthpop

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bookqueenrules · 1 year ago

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Why NYCC Was Good News/Bad News for Beth and Daryl Fans

First, you will noticed that there was ZERO discussion about a love interest for Daryl or his happy ending which was supposed to be the premises for the entire spin-off.

So, the good news is that it appears that the story for the spin-off has been planned for a very long time. So, the idea that TPTB “changed their mind” about Beth and Daryl as a couple doesn’t hold. The bad news is that it may take quite some time to play out.

The spin-off has been in the works for 8 YEARS. That had been mentioned previously by Nicotera in an interview, but it was really expounded upon here. Eight years ago was 2015, just after Coda. So, I believe the spin-off was always planned to be where Daryl and Beth reunite. It was ALSO always planned to be Daryl and Carol going off just like in Consumed. I sort of think that the spin-off would have happened while the flagship was still running except that the actors playing Rick, Maggie, and Michonne all decided they wanted to leave. For some time, Daryl and Carol were the only original TF members. None of the later cast additions were as popular. That is why they had to stall Daryl’s story and keep him on the flagship.

I don’t believe Gimple’s plan has changed. He and the fellow writers planned this out long ago which is good news for TD. Bethyl is still the endgame. The bad news is it can take a LONG time for that plan to come to fruition and no one seems in a rush. Gimple doesn’t seem to be moved much by ratings either. It’s almost like this is the story I am telling if you like it, great, if you don’t, don’t watch. Norman said he would play Daryl as long as the audience will let him, so he is no rush either.

Seeing how the story is playing out, IF we see Beth alive at all in Season 2, it will be towards the end. I will not be at ALL surprised if it doesn’t happen until Season 3. 3 is the number of resurrection after all.

When Norman talked about his and Melissa’s reactions when the idea of the spin-off being set in France was pitched, he said, “Melissa and I were excited. We all were excited.” Who else could have been in the “we”? Possibly Emily?

Norman talked about the French story being the “first 12 episodes” and(jokingly) maybe Costa Rica would be next. That tells me that Season 3 will be somewhere else. Hopefully, leaving at least Isabelle behind. I just don’t care for how manipulative the character is. I don’t believe any female in TF would have tried to guilt Daryl the way she did over wanting to go home. I’ll post more about that later.

However, a fan did ask Norman what he would have chosen on the beach, the boat or Laurent. Norman said he would have picked up Laurent and took him back to America with him. I noticed Zabel, the showrunner, and Gimple looked down when Norman said that. They were uncomfortable with his answer. It makes me think Laurent might be around for longer.

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cryingteacup · 2 years ago

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Creepy pasta sleeping habits

I am such a god damn nerd okay.

Jeff

Barely. He'll stay up all night doing the dumbest stuff shit online. you can practically hear the sticky ipad noises echoing through the hallway. Just the squish on his fingers tapping the dirty screen. He plays those games that have adds like "i bet you cant beat level pink or you're legal good" just to prove himself.his ipad is laggy from the amount of viruses hes gotten from sketchy websites. He'll sleep in till 4pm then deny when everyone asks if he's tired. He trudges through his tasks, yawning, dark bags contrasting with his pale ass skin. Someone will be like "Hey dude are you okay you seem tired" and he'll blow tf up on them. He usually sleeps with his eyes open out of convenience, but When he does need a good night sleep he needs a sleeping mask because he has no eyelids.

Ben

Ben stays up with jeff on discord calls. He has shitty ass mic quality so when you pass by either of their rooms its just garbage noise. His bed sheets are stained with cheeto crumbs and he has enough stuffed animals to create a new makeshift mattress, so when he sprawls out all of them just go flying off the bed. Has a nightstand filled with various bowls and cups he just never bothered put away. Along with 50 empty uncleaned monster cans that he keeps for "decoration" (they are full of bugs)

Toby

He has a fan in his room to create white noise. He gets really anxious during the night. (thanks slender man lol) he has one bed sheet. One pillow. One blanket. No posters. No books, no nothing. He has a phone, but instead up spending all night on social media, he just. binges. He knows everything about a show before everyone else because he just binges, he cant function until he finishes the show.his favorites are Hallmark movies. They remind him of the movies his mom was always playing on the tv. He spoiled shows so often that people had to pay him 20 bucks each to stop. After a while though he just felt he HAD the binge all the shows and then he had a panic attack because he didn't sleep for three days and now he goes to bed everyday at 9.

Jane

Only person here who has a skin care routine. She takes a shower. Sets out new comfortable clothes for sleep on her bed so when she gets out of the shower so she doesn't need to pick out pajamas. She also tosses a towel in the dryer so its warm and fluffy for when she gets out.she has a 14 step skin care routine full of various moisturizers and serums. She also has a jade roller. Shes very incecure about her skin since she got her burns, so she always puts in extra effort to feed her skin good stuff. She likes to watch a show before she goes to bed just to unwind. She used to doom scroll but then she read a artical about the effects and stopped like the queen she is. Her go to's are true crime, the crown and bojack horseman. Shes a back sleeper because feeling her body touching while shes sleeping makes her hyper aware and in turn, makes her uncomfortable.

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romanshomeonwattpad · 3 years ago

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✧ summary — the reader is new to all things sexual, so her best friend elliot decides to help her out with that.

✧ pairings — best friend!elliot x fem!reader

✧ warnings — reader beats tf out of jules,mentions of death,elliot ruining everything, mild smut

✧ authors note — ya’ll are gonna hate me

✧ word count — 3.2k

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The vibrations of the parties’ stereo rumbled beneath your feet, angst rising within you at the fact that there were heaps of people in this tiny ass house. You were sitting in a circle, with people you didn’t really talk to, your knees touching Elliots’ as his hand reassuringly rubbed at your back. His touch soothed you, colorful lights dancing in your peripheral—as you slowly began to grow more adjusted to the environment. Holding a red up rimmed with white plastic in your hand, you took a sip of the alcohol Kat had offered you when you first arrived, glancing at the Elliot who held nothing in his, keeping his hands in his lap while you all sat criss-crossed.

He didn’t want to drink, more so a pothead. You laughed at his own term he had called himself prior, his presence alone making your time here ten times better.

Sitting in the circle was Maddy, Cassie, BB, Jules, Ethan, Kat, you, then Elliot. In that order specifically, shoulders brushing against one another as drunken words were thrown in the air. The boy beside you kept quiet, tossing an occasional faux smile whenever someone cracked a joke, seeming like he wasn’t really in the mood tonight. You noticed Jules constantly glancing at him, her eyes glinting with unknown emotions, causing you to shift uncomfortably as you suppressed your pissed off emotions.

Yes, you were jealous. She had a certain hunger swirling in her eyes—one that looked as if it was aching to be satiated. Unknowingly, you missed BB proposing a game of truth or dare, eyes flashing between the blonde girl that kept staring over at Elliot, who looked as if he was trying his best to meet her gaze. It was until a question was thrown at you, that you snapped out of your daze,

“Y/N,” BB sang, leading your figure to slightly flinch before averting your sights to her. She was smirking, rubbing her fingertips across her own cup on the brim, long pink nails making a slight scraping sound that make you hold back a wince, “Truth or dare?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “Dare.”

All eyes fell onto you as her tone came out musical, “I dare you to tell us your least favorite person in this circle.”

Your brows rose at her question, a series of oh shits and damns ringing around the group. You knew that you had to answer truthfully, since you were a terrible liar; eyes getting fidgety or your figure tensing too tight. Looking over at Kat, she smirked at you, sending a slight nod—as if telling you go ahead and rain fire bitch. Taking another sip of your drink, for extra courage, you shrugged before non-chalantly letting the name fall from your lips, “Jules.”

“Oh shit,” Maddy cursed, letting out a light laugh before pursing her lips. Your eyes flew to the blonde, who shifted in her seat, eyes turning darker when your gazes met. Her eyes thinned as Kat held a finger up, “I seco—“

“Babe,” Ethan muttered, causing you both to exchange smiles to each other before stifling laughs. Your eyes shifted over to Elliot beside you, looking down at his drink with slightly furrowed brows, as if he didn’t hear what had just gone down. He seemed a bit distracted, making you nudge him on the arm, his eyes snapping over to you quickly as you tilted your head,

“Hey, you okay? You seem quiet.”

He nodded, voice low and quiet, before sending you a thin smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “M’ fine.”

“You sure?”

He nodded once again, before rubbing the back of his neck, looking off into the distance. Deciding to not push it, you let the subject go, but still eyed him suspiciously as the game went on. Maddy had been dared to kiss Cassie, Kat was asked if Ethan was good at pussy eating, which she replied with a smirk yes, resulting in the boy to have bright pink cheeks and covering his face. BB was asked if she really did get pregnant, her answer being did my belly look fake to you? Jules had a determined look on her face as she kept sending you dirty looks, making your eyes roll, trying your best to ignore her advances.

“Elliot,” her voice was sweet and sensual, his shoulders growing frigid as his eyes flew to hers. You noticed the natural tan shade on his features melt into a paler color, his fingers wrapping around his knee tightly as his jaw locked. Her thin brow rose, a single strand of hair falling over her eyes, “Truth or dare?”

He licked his lips, and after a moment, he sighed through his nose,

“Dare.”

Her shoulders perked up at that, Kat and you exchanging raised brows as Jules leaned back onto her palms, a seductive look crossing her soft features, “I dare you to kiss me.”

Your blood ran cold.

Red covered your vision, teeth grinding against each other as you wanted to claw her eyes out. She didn’t even look at him while saying it, eyes set on you as a smirk crept onto her pink lips. It fell silent after the words left her mouth, your neck turning to look at Elliot, who had a surprisingly pissed off look on his face. The glare he sent her was icy, daggers piercing into her skull, but your hand came up from behind him and rubbed at his shoulders, as if telling him it was okay. His muscles eased at your touch, tipping his head downwards before scooting towards her.

Your nails dug into your cup as you took another sip, sights glued to her leaning towards him. Her hand flew to his jaw as he sat there, not moving an inch, her lips connecting to his. You heard Cassie let out a giggle, making your eyes roll, as you counted the seconds. She seemed into it, but he didn’t. Her head tilted as she milked it, her pale hand vanishing below his lower region, and your eyes rounded.

She was palming him?

His hands flew to her shoulders, shoving her off him, “Yo, what the—“

You stood up from your seat, anger blinding you, Jules looking at you with her big doll eyes, swirling with confusion until you poured the rest of your drink onto her. She gasped as the liquid splashed across her face, hands flying in surprise, as you then grabbed her by the collar of her mesh crop top, hand balling into a fist before knocking her to the ground. She let out a shout as it made contact with her jaw, limp body slamming against the floorboards, a cheer falling from Kat as your eyes were squinting in fury, “You fucking cunt!”

“The bitches are fightin’!”

Cheers clapped around you as you sat on top of her, yanking her by her hair as blood smeared across her cheekbone, “What? Say something,” you cackled, before pushing her forehead back onto the floor, her body wiggling beneath you to escape your hold. Your palm raised to slap her again, but someone pulled you off of her, swinging you over their back as you laughed like a maniac. She held her jaw with her hand, tears flowing down her cheeks, as you sent her the middle finger, “Scary ass bitch! That’s why no one wants your ass! I’m surprised Rue even liked your musty, fishy smellin ass!”

You knew it was Elliot carrying you out, people turning heads to look at what happened. When you were dragged out the house, approaching his car, he finally let you down. You let out a huff as he sent you a look of raised brows, but you didn’t pay him any mind, but felt yourself blush when he gripped your jaw, checking for any bruises or cuts. Your voice was soft as his eyes examined your flesh, “You okay?”

His brows snapped together, letting out a chuckle, “You just went crazy on Jules, and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

You shrugged, “She touched you without consent. That’s not okay, Elliot.”

He gulped at your words, his hand moving from your jaw to your cheek, the cool winds of the night blowing away the strands of hair from your face. His eyes swirled with admiration, sparkling beneath the moonlight, as the corners of his lips twitched, “You’re drunk.”

You frowned, “I’m not. Swear.”

He laughed lightly, pulling open your door, tapping on his hood, “Get in, Anderson Silva.”

Lightly humming to the beat of the reggae music that played faintly from Elliots’ laptop, your fingers expertly coated his nails in white nail polish. You were painting your own, but then had suggested you two should match, and he reluctantly agreed because you had such an excited glimmer in your eyes. Kicking your feet back and forth, your laid on your tummy with Elliot’s’ mattress beneath you, him sitting on his bottom as you held his still stand, “This looks so pretty on your skin tone, Ellie.”

He snorted, looking down at you. You hadn’t noticed how he took in every single feature of yours—the way your nose sloped to an even curve, how your smile would always reach your eyes and be genuine, how your tone for higher when he made you nervous; a bunch of things. Elliot wasn’t the type of guy to blush, and you knew that, but you swore he did just a little whenever you finished one of his fingers, kissing it before moving on to paint the next one.

The two of you had been rabbits in heat. You fucked anywhere, such as in the janitors’ closet at school, behind the bleachers—it was just a blowjob, in the school bathroom during your free periods, in his car sometimes when you hotboxed it, and sometimes in your room while your parents slept in the next room over.

“Fuck,” he panted, slapping a hand over your mouth as he thrusted slowly into you—watching his cock disappear between your folds. You let out a cry beneath his palm, his finger pressing down onto your clit, as he smirked wickedly down at you, “Sh, baby. Can’t have mommy and daddy knowing I’m fucking their daughter into next week, do we now?”

But it wasn’t always about sex, you two had fun doing other things. Just the other day, you both rode to school riding your skateboards, holding hands as you kept to the same speed. Or when you two would speak about nothing important, him listening to you intently as you blabbered about nonsense while being high on bud.

“Did you know that dolphins sleep with one eye open?”

“Hm, really,” his tone would seem filled with interest, just for your own benefit. Elliot couldn’t give two shits about a fucking dolphin.

“Yeah, they’re so smart. What amazing creatures.”

The past couple of weeks had been amazing. You hadn’t spoke to Jules, and neither did Elliot, walking past her in the halls with his arm thrown over your shoulder. You still didn’t like her, but she knew that you two were a thing, even though you didn’t announce it. People caught on eventually though when he would pull you into a full on makeout sesh at your locker, leaving your cheeks red and eyes glossy with lust. He knew what he was doing.

You were currently in his car, him driving you to an unknown destination. Whenever you asked, he would quietly tell you to be patient, leaving you excited inside. But then your nerves died down when you entered the pathway of a graveyard, getting out the car as he helped you push past dried out shrubs and dead leaves. When those cleared, you were met with an open valley, dozens of tiny grey slabs implanted into the ground as the horizon set in the background.

He held your hand, which broke out into a cold sweat, signaling he was nervous about this. You frowned as he brought you to a certain grave, and your eyes examined it before he let your hand fall back to your side. Crouching to your knees, you read it out loud, “Here lies Edith Townes. Mother of two, single mother, residing in heaven.”

Your heart cracked. This was his mother’s grave.

A red flower had been placed beside it, your fingertips tracing the cold concrete. Your head craned up to him as he stared at you, his body incredibly stiff as you blinked up at him, “I thought your mother left you, Elliot.”

He took a seat beside you, hugging his knees, “She did, just not the way you assumed. You’re the only person who knows the truth,” he mumbled, making your chest rise. He didn’t give you the chance to say anything else, and you couldn’t anyways, not with the new he just threw at you. He placed his onto the moist soil, smiling softly as he looked at the ground, “Mom, here’s the girl I told you about. Wanted you to meet her.”

Your eyes shined with tears as he clenched his jaw, brows furrowing, “Isn’t she hideous? Just the way i described, huh?”

You let out a laugh, slapping his shoulder, “Fuck you.”

He chuckled, before laying down flatly onto the ground, and patted the area beside him,

“C’mere.”

You crawled over beside him, before resting your head onto his chest, your hand laying below it as you cuddled into his side. You both looked up at the sky as your voice came out small, “How did she pass?”

“Drug addict,” he muttered, “She overdosed. I found her myself.”

Jesus. No wonder he hated seeing you on those things. Your brows furrowed as he mindlessly tan his fingers through your hair, “What was she like?”

His voice was gravelly. “Sweet. She was really sweet. And her eyes—she was known for them. Like, doll eyes, brown and shiny. My sister has them.”

“You often visit her?”

He nodded, “Everyday.”

Then there was a silent. It was comfortable though, the both of you basking in each others’ presence as he held you closely. The clouds above you began to swirl into a beautiful rhythm, his heart beat in your chest going slow and steady. The fact that he had admitted his secret about his mother to you, and took you to her, proved that he really did love you.

But he had yet to say the words. Yet.

A few moments go by, then you speak again, “Thank you for bringing me here.”

He pecked the top of your head.

“I want you to promise me something, Y/N.”

You hummed, “Anything.”

He gripped you closer, “I’m serious.”

You looked up at him, furrowing your brows. He lifted his head to look at you. “Me too, Elliot.”

He gulped.

“Promise you’ll never leave me.”

You would never. No matter what he did, you couldn’t ever hate Elliot. It wasn’t in your blood.

“I promise,” you told him truthfully, before pressing your lips against his. He kissed you back, before pulling away, tugging you into his chest again. But then an idea perked into your brain, pulling out your phone before typing away onto it, and pressed play onto the song. You lifted yourself off him, before setting your phone down, and pulled him up with you. He sent you a confused look before his melody of the song he submitted to the record label began to play, “I figured you should show your mom her sons’ music.”

His eyes flickered, smile growing onto his lips, before you spun him around. He chuckled before intertwining your painted white fingers, chests pressing against each other, basking in each others’ presences. You both giggled as you danced until the sun went down, two kids in love, before he picked you up and spun you in his arms. You let out a shout of joy as your hands reached the sky, feeling like you were flying, knowing he would always be there to catch you.

One morning, you had received a text from Elliot. Your eyes narrowed as it was extremely early in the morning, far too early for the two of you. Your heart paced in your chest as you read the dimly lit screen,

ellie :p sent at 8:35 am

come over rn

And you did. You skated over, chilly spring hair hitting your cheeks as you arrived at his house. A giddy smile was on your lips as you bursted through his front door, entering his room, and was surprised to feel him pin you against the wall. The board fell from your hands as his warm lips were all over yours, you giggling against him, “Well, hello to you too.”

He chuckled before ridding of your clothes, pulling your sweater over your head, and letting you fall back onto the bed. You both gasped as he slipped his cock into you, his hands pinning down yours, as he expertly rolled his hips against you. Your legs wrapped around his torso as he swallowed your moans with his lips, before nipping at your neck, his words ringing in your ears.

“No one else for me.”

“Fuck, I’m head over heels for you.”

“You’re mine.”

You both came at the same time, his fingers rubbing your pearl, before he finished inside the condom. Your chest heaved as you threw the covers over you two, Elliot tossing the condom into the trash bin, before he slipped on his boxers. He didn’t lay down beside you like he usually did, this time sitting at the foot of his bed, back facing you as he looked down at the ground. You let out a soft laugh, “What’s wrong? You mad you came to quick?” You joked, and he let out a small laugh, but it wasn’t genuine. You pursed your lips, sitting up on your elbows, “Elliot?”

His tone was shaky, “The record label accepted me,” he started, scratching the top of his head, “They want me to take the next flight over to New York today. They want to sign me.”

Your eyes widened, a gasp leaning you as you sat up fully, “Thats great!” You shouted, feeling joy for him. You snapped your brows together afterwards, “I’ll go with you. I’m sure my parents won’t—“

“You have to go to colleg—“

“I can just go out there,” you pressed back, excitement in your voice, “I have an aunt that lives out there, I’m sure she’ll let me—“

“You can’t go with me, Y/N,” he countered, and you noticed his voice crack at the end. You felt anxiety build up within you as he shot you down.

You blinked. “But why?”

His head looked over his shoulder, over at you, your lips parting at the fact that he had tears in his eyes. You never saw him cry before. Your heart broke as his nostrils flared, appearing like he was trying to hold himself together, his body trembling as you shook your head in confusion at him, about to ask him what was wrong, until your voice fell into the air. The world around you vanished as the words left his lips, a sunami of horror washing over you as every wall inside of you collapsed.

“Because I slept with someone else.”

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wh6res · 4 years ago

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three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.

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lcandothisallday · 2 years ago

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hey guys. coming on quickly to rant and let my frustrations out because i genuinely don’t know who to talk to rn but you can ofc ignore lol.

but yeah. my roommates are pissing me tf off😭 usually im fine with one of them but lately they both have been so unnecessarily rude. their responses whenever i talk to them are so dismissive and just blatantly rude. and it’s like im not like that AT ALL with them and it’s starting to really take a toll on my mental health i swear. the one that was rude to me before (iykyk) ive just started ignoring because after that one instance ive just been weary but the other one is starting to get like too comfortable with me yk and it’s starting to make me uncomfortable because she’s just fucking rude😭 they’re both so pretentious too and i ALWAYS make the effort to active listen to what they’re saying to me but they NEVER and I swear to you im not exaggerating when I say they never reciprocate.

for example, this one time i saw a fine ass photo of harry styles and i got all excited and the kpop obsessed roommate was like “oh is that jack?” cos she knows I like him and I JOKINGLY said “nah it’s harry. if it was jack I would’ve have mentioned it to you,” because she just never listens whenever I wanna tell her anything about him and she got SO OFFENDED and started trash talking me to our other flatmate being like “see what she just did there? She never tells me anything about Jack because she thinks I don’t care” and she made me out to be some villain for not including her the same way she includes me into kpop and BELIEVE ME ITS AGAINST MY FUCKING WILL AND SHE KNOWS I DONT LIKE KPOP LIKE THAT BUT SHE FORCES ME TO WATCH THEIR SHIT and yet I engage because im a polite person and because she made me feel so shit because of that, when the snl promo came out, i was like super excited and wanted to show someone so i showed her and this girl a) wasn’t paying attention at all and b) barely said or commented anything about it. not that I care about them liking jack the way I do but it’s like after what she said, i made the effort to actually include her in my interest because she seemed upset at me never telling her but the time i do, it’s like she didn’t validate my excitement yk? idk.

but yeah I hate it because it’s such a fucking double standard and I put in so much effort to NOT seem like a bitch with others and they don’t ever do the same with me. And I’m just tried of them. and with their rudeness in their reply, i can’t even say shit back because I know they’re gonna talk shit or be even more rude and one thing about me is that I’m a sensitive pussy😭

thanks for listening to me rant if you’ve read this far. and im sorry for being inactive and the rare occasion that I am, I’m spending my time ranting rather than writing for y’all😔 but I genuinely love you guys and I wish everyday that it was you guys that were my irl friends because I know we’d get along so well😩 thanks again🫶🏼

#very long rant😅#i apologize #ignore if you want

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dollslayer · 4 years ago

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The Stand-In

CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Stood up by your date and stranded in one of the nicest restaurants in town, Bucky Barnes just can't let that stand.

Warnings: slight angst, smut, oral (m & f receiving), deepthroating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !), if I missed anything let me know!

W/C: 3,807

A/N: I wrote this for @simsadventures 6k mixed adventure challenge (Congrats!) w/ a restaurant setting and the line "If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice". If you like it please reblog and comment and tell me what you think! Cheers!

p.s. - Come check out my other fics or find me on AO3 (same name)!

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7 PM

Your best Jimmy Choos click gingerly as you walk up to the hostess stand at one of the most popular restaurants in Manhattan. He had made the reservation in your name, which you gave to the hostess. She takes a minute to consider you, cocking a brow as she silently clocks your ASOS cocktail dress. You looked chic enough that she could forgive you. Her moment wasn’t lost on you, this part of the Upper West Side was so stuffy so you put on your best.

Feeling slightly self-conscious about your attire you brushed the feeling off quickly. He would be here soon and he’d reassure you how beautiful you look. When you’d met for coffee he’d make you feel so sexy and confident with how sure of himself he was. So when he asked you to dinner at one of the most renowned places in the city and said he wanted to talk tonight you accepted immediately.

“Right this way” the hostess said and broke you out of your self-doubting stupor and guided you towards a some-what secluded table towards the back of the restaurant.

“Here are some menus for you two, if you’d like anything to drink while you wait, your waiter should be here soon”, she sent you an artificial smile and turned on her heel back to the stand.

You picked up a menu and it left you reeling at the prices. You had half a mind to text him and see if he wanted to go somewhere else. Based off of the way he dresses and how he had tipped the barista on your first outing you thought better of it. He’d said he wanted to treat you, so you’ll let him.

7:15 PM

You decided to wait to order anything to drink until he got here, too afraid of the price tag attached to any bottle of wine on the menu.

You took a sip of your water and checked your texts for the second time since sitting down. Still nothing, you didn’t want to text him just yet, you knew he was busy and you didn’t want to seem overbearing. You knew he was a CFO and he’d be coming from the financial district when traffic was insane. You could forgive him. You take another sip of your water hoping it’ll wash all of your doubts away. Besides, it’s not like he’s late-late, he’s like, fashionably late, he’s working-man late.

7:30 PM

Okay, so he’s late-late, don’t panic. Sometimes things happen, he’s only human and this is only your second date.

Your waiter approaches the table again, eyebrows raised expectantly at you. The smug look on his face says he’s thinking what you’re too afraid to.

You order yourself a $25 martini. Your waiter promises to return and you finish off your water.

Time to craft the perfect text that says ‘Hey I’m here, where tf are you?’ without actually asking where the fuck he’s at. You tap away nervously on your phone.

‘Hey, I’ve got a table towards the back, closer to the end of the bar’ Perfect.

7:45 PM

You’re still sitting solo at the table, you feel the beginnings of humiliation creep into your features. You feel warm, your brows form a seemingly permanent crease of worry, and you are trying everything in your power to suppress the tears you felt building up.

You don’t make eye contact with your waiter when he stops by again, playing it off like you were sending a text. But you tell him you’ll be right back so that he doesn’t give up your table.

You walk quickly to the bathroom hoping no one will notice your trembling face. You feel just like a middle schooler that got dumped at the dance. You make it to a bathroom stool and dial your best friend, Wanda.

“Is everything okay? You’re supposed to be out with your mystery date aren’t you?” She had answered almost immediately.

You sniffled a bit and took a shaky inhale. “Y-yes, our reservation was for 7 and he put it in my name, I texted him once already but I don’t wanna seem too overbearing for a second date, y’know? But something feels off. I don’t know, maybe I’m being crazy.”

“You’re definitely not being crazy, it sounds fishy to me. If he doesn’t answer in five minutes I want you to leave and come straight over. I’ll have white Russians and Drag Race waiting for you” Wanda always knew just what to say, just how to make you feel. You were grateful for her.

You sighed into the receiver. “Thanks, babe, I’ll let you know what happens either way”. You hung up and grabbed some toilet paper to dab at the corners of your eyes. You knew you’d need an extra minute to compose yourself as you faced the truth.

He’s not coming, he’s not texting me back, he probably regretted setting the date which is why he put the reservation in my name, I won’t be hearing from him again. Just pay your tab, smile, and leave. You got this.

7:52 PM

Checking your appearance in the mirror one last time you let out a final sigh and push open the door back to the dining room. Your walk to your table begins to slow when you notice someone is sitting at your table. A rather tall, unfamiliar someone.

Did the waiter really give away the table? I’ve been gone all of 7 minutes! What do I even say to this stranger? Should I just grab my bag and go? Hopefully it’s still there.

Your final steps towards your seat are nervous and uneven. The man in the chair opposite yours must’ve heard you and he faces you. You’re struck with an unfamiliar but extremely handsome face. The look of surprise must be tangible because he laughs and slight wrinkles form at the edges of his eyes. Who the fuck is this guy? Well he hasn’t stolen my purse so there’s that.

“I-” You lean over to grab your purse when you’re cut off mid-apology.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, you know how it is at work. Sit down, I ordered a bottle of wine for the table”. The man said.

You sat down slowly and felt so stiff and uncomfortable in the chair. Were you being pranked? Was this part of some very elaborate joke? Before you could ask any of those questions the man reached across the table and grabbed your hand.

“If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice” He said as his thumb grazed your knuckles. You were slightly stunned by his boldness. You complied, if only out of shock and hoped he’d explain himself a little better or let you go in time for you to make an exit.

He leaned in closer to you, to anyone else it would’ve looked like an intimate moment during any normal date. He looked you in the eyes while he kept hold of your hand and you realized how warm he was, how clear his eyes were. You took a deep breath through your nose and tried to play it cool.

“I’ve been at the bar for a while now, it seems like whichever idiot decided to stand you up made a grave mistake.” Your brows pinched together and he continued, “I was with a friend talking business but he left and you look like you needed to be saved from the incident so here I am. James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.”

You were unsure what to do with the information just given to you. Yes, it would’ve been embarrassing to pay your tab and leave alone after sitting there for almost an entire hour by yourself, but it was also embarrassing that this man had noticed and you certainly didn’t need anyone looking at you like some damsel in distress.

You caught yourself from scoffing completely and schooled your features. “I… appreciate that you’d do that for me but I don’t want anyone’s sympathy, especially not a date.” You tried to pull away when his hand gently squeezed yours.

“Please- I- I didn’t mean to make it sound like I’m doing this out of pity. Whatever happened here is unfortunate, yes. But you’re also very beautiful and you’re here by yourself so why not ‘shoot my shot’ as I believe the kids are saying these days? Think of me like a stand-in for the other guy, but y’know, better” he replied playfully.

A very brief moment of contemplation was solidified by your lack of notifications on your phone. Why not? He’s good looking and he’s doing you a favor.

You had to at least afford a small chuckle at that. “So ‘Bucky’, huh? Well I don’t have any cool nicknames but you can call me by my first name.” You gave it to him and he repeated it back to you, a wry smile on his face.

8:05 PM

Still no texts from him but you did text Wanda to tell her everything worked out and there’d be details to come. She’d go into full on mama bear mode if you hadn’t updated her.

“So, Bucky, what do you do? Do you live here in Manhattan?” You asked before taking a sip of your wine (which you didn’t dare check the price of per bottle).

“Brooklyn, actually, but a lot of my business is here. Have you heard of Buchannan hospitality?” He asked.

Your brain snagged itself on that name. That sounds familiar? Where have I seen that? Oh wait! Didn’t you see him in the Forbes ‘30 under 30’ list last year?

You’d meant to answer him but unfortunately all that came out was a confused “Forbes?” at which he laughed a little bit and nodded.

“Yeah you might’ve seen me there. I own some hotels and lounges around Manhattan and Brooklyn. What do you do?” He had brushed off his accolades so quickly, wanting instead to know about you, this random girl that had been stood up.

Shit, your mid-level marketing job doesn’t stand up to this in the least. You took a sip of the wine and answered him, explaining you were second in command of your small company’s marketing department.

He seemed genuinely intrigued and you two ended up talking business and swapping office and university disaster stories until the main course arrived. You dug into your meal, savoring the taste and relishing in the unusual turn of events.

8:47 PM

The plates have been cleared away and the wine glasses refilled. Bucky was proving to be great company and as oddly as it started you were grateful to be sitting here with him. You’d nearly forgotten about your would-be date and decided to check your phone one last time.

You had 11 unread texts, 10 of them from Wanda wanting a play-by-play and one of them from the man that had stood you up. You opened it and sighed. ‘Can’t make it tonight, baby, promise to make it up to you soon’.

You scoffed to yourself. He’s not gonna say where he’s been? Or even say sorry? Douche.

You put your phone away and looked back up to Bucky who was eyeing you with playful curiosity.

“Lemme guess, that was the guy who was supposed to be seeing you’s sorry ass excuse followed by a flimsy apology” He said as he drank from his water glass.

“You’re 1 for 3. It was him but he didn’t apologize or try to explain himself. Should’ve known when he put the reservation under my name and not his that something might be up and when he wasn’t there on time.” You said more to yourself than to Bucky.

“What’s his name?” Bucky asked.

“His name’s Brock Rumlow,” Bucky’s expression changed just slightly at this. “I think he works at some firm in the financial district. We only ever went out the once before this so I don’t really remember.” You explained. “What? What’s that look for? Please don’t tell me you know him”.

“Sorry to say that I do. Sorry to say I know his wife too” He said a little more quietly.

You felt humiliated all over again, the same feelings that you experienced in this very seat not an hour ago still had you by the gills it would seem.

Bucky reached for your hand again, running the pads of his thumb across the ridges of your knuckles in an attempt to calm you.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you upset, but you definitely ought to know that Rumlow is no one that deserves your time” Bucky said in earnest.

His words were nice but you’d need some time to get over this embarrassment on your own. In the meantime, you really were enjoying Bucky’s company so you decided to let it distract you.

Bucky flagged down a waiter, signaling him to bring the check. He took one glance at it and set his card inside. As you reached for the bill with your own card in hand he gave it to the waiter before you could even get a peek. He was so nonchalant when he looked at you.

“Don’t even think about it. So tell me, is the night over or are you game to spend a little more time on me?” He asked. This is the second time he’d been dominant but kind in one breath. You weren’t entirely sure how you felt but you didn’t dislike it.

If you went home you’d just be wallowing in your own self pity, or you’d go to Wanda’s and do it but if you go with Bucky you could delay that feeling for a bit longer. Out with a stranger it is.

“Where to?” You asked him.

9:59 PM

A private booth on the top floor of what he said was one of his favorite lounges turned out to be where to. You were relieved to find there was no dancing, as you had two left feet and half a bottle of wine by now. When you got to the booth you stuck with water, knowing you’d need to get yourself home.

Bucky had insisted on one glass of champagne ‘to chance encounters’ he’d said. You agreed but just one. You found yourself closer to him while you talked, your knees touched and his hand found its way to your leg. It didn’t dare to move higher up, just staying there like a comforting weight almost while you conversed.

You were rambling on about the time you and your cousin took your dad’s car for a joyride when you were 14. You were laughing the whole thing off when you realized he wasn’t laughing with you. You had worried for a moment that you’d bored him when you saw the soft yet intense look in his eye and tilted your head with curiosity.

“You’re very beautiful, you know that right?” He didn’t let you answer as he shifted closer. “I’d like to kiss you, is that alright with you?”

Oh. You were caught off guard by the abruptness of his question. Suddenly shy, all you could do was give a small nod and bite your lip in anticipation. His full lips were soft and almost as warm as his hands, which were holding you in an embrace. One of your hands had made their way to his hair and one on the outside of his lower thigh. You sighed as you kissed him back.

It was soft but insistent, things became a little more passionate as you swiped your tongue into his mouth and you both let out a small moan. You didn’t want to stop kissing Bucky, it just felt right.

He finally broke the kiss as one of his hands still rested at the nape of your neck. You were breathless, this man had kissed the daylights out of you. If he could do that with his tongue imagine what else he could do with it. You were both panting softly, sorting through what to make of things and where to go from here.

“I don’t know about you, but I wanna keep doing that, but this might not be the best place for it. You can say no if you want to, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I’d love to take you home and treat you right” He said with unwavering eye contact.

Well how on Earth could I say no to that even if I wanted to? Wait doesn’t he live in Brooklyn?

“Let’s go back to mine, probably closer” You said. He nodded in agreement and sent a text to his driver to come pick you both up.

10:40 PM

You did indeed find out what else that tongue of his could do, you were finding out right now. He had made you cum once from his tongue alone already but he added to thick fingers and started pumping them into you, making a scissoring motion that hit you just right. You arched your back and pushed his face in deeper as you cried out, signaling your second orgasm.

Completely drunk in the afterglow of it, you wanted to keep this feeling forever. You wanted to show him what you could do too. You got up albeit with a little shakiness and hovered over him. You kissed his neck and slid your hand down to meet his groin. He was still in his briefs and you pulled the elastic band down with ease.

His cock sprang free and you had to hide the slight surprise you felt looking at the sheer size of him. You were always told you were good in bed so time to really put yourself to the test. You kissed your way down to his pelvis and your hand started working him. Staring back up at him you maintained eye contact while you kissed the dab of pre-cum that pooled at the head of his dick.

He shuddered but you kept staring at him, and in what you have to say was a pretty proud moment for you, you held his gaze while you took him slowly and in one go. You closed your eyes and moaned, feeling him in the back of your throat.

“Shit, oh my god. Are you gonna…?” He was lost for words so you decided to answer him by getting to work. You started slowly, up and down, letting yourself get used to his size and reminding yourself to breathe through your nose and stay relaxed.

His moans were growing louder and his breathing heavier, you knew he was close and you were wondering if he was going to let you finish him. You got your answer when he pulled you off of him by the hair.

“As bad as I want you to finish what you started, I wanna feel you first.” He panted.

“So what’s stopping you?” You asked playfully. A small shriek escaped you as he flipped you under him. He lined himself up with your entrance and thrust in slowly. You could tell he was using a lot of restraint but that was quickly forgotten as you remembered how big he was. You suddenly appreciated the slow pace.

As he became fully sheathed inside of you you let out a loud moan that was quickly silenced by his lips on yours. A few more small thrusts and he was nearly fucking your cervix. You felt unbelievably full.

“Had no idea how talented that mouth was of yours, doll. Trying to make me cum without getting to fuck you though? Now that’s just cruel. I think you need to pay for that, don’t you?” He asked playfully as his thrusts became a little harder and forceful.

You could only nod and moan as he picked up his pace. Your hands clung to his shoulders for dear life and you whimpered and keened while he railed you into your mattress. Finally getting used to the feeling you reached down to play with your clit.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He asked in between grunts.

Your eyes rounded and you shook your head.

“I wanna be the one to touch you. Make you cum. Only me.” He forced out as he replaced your fingers with his. He made tight, quick circles around your clit but didn’t let up on his pace as he fucked you closer and closer to a third orgasm.

“Your pussy’s making it fuckin’ impossible for me to hold out any longer, need you to cum, sweetheart. Cum all over my fuckin’ dick.” His words sent you right over the edge and you did as you were asked.

Not two seconds later he cried out and emptied himself inside of you, sending a few final pushes into you before taking himself out and dropping down on his side.

You leaned over and kissed him with what little breath you two had left. Your sweat mixed together but you didn’t mind.

His hands provided that comforting weight as he brought one to your shoulder and the other to your hip. He kissed the tip of your nose and watched you begin to drift off to sleep. He could probably use the rest himself and decided to close his eyes for a bit.

9:30 AM

You woke up in a half empty bed, but before you could let yourself be too disappointed you heard the sound of your shower turning off. You padded down to the bathroom and opened the door to find Bucky toweling off. He gave you a lopsided grin.

“Good mornin’, I would’ve asked you to join me but you looked so peaceful I didn’t wanna wake you.” He explained. “If you’re not sick of me, do you maybe wanna grab some breakfast?”

You shook your head and reached past him to turn the shower back on.

“No way. I make the best pancakes and as a thank you for everything last night, I insist on making some for you.” You smiled up at him, hopeful he’d agree.

“Well I hope you know what you’re up against, I’m a very insatiable man.” He joked back.

You hit him with a washcloth and laughed. “Oh believe me I know. Gimme 15 and I’ll be right out.”

He nodded and closed the door behind him. You let your mind wander back to last night as you washed off the sweat that lingered from the night before.

10:15 AM

You set down two plates stacked mile-high with pancakes and bacon. You held your coffee mug up to his and clinked against it.

“To chance encounters” You said with a smile.

#bucky barnes x reader #CEO!Bucky Barnes #ceo!bucky barnes x reader #modern AU #marvel fic #marvel x reader #fluff #little bit of angst

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Future Wedding: How Will It Be Like?

Pick a Type O Negative album in order to find out how your wedding will be like. I will ask you to please choose no more than 2 piles since stuff can get confusing

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Pile 1

Ace of Swords, The Hermit, 3 of Pentacles, Strength, The Hierophant, The World, Wheel of Fortune, 7 of Wands

Even tho we have The World, Strength and the Wheel of Fortune in this pile, I don’t think you will want to have a very outstanding wedding. You might be the type who will want to go to church first. I see you guys planning this wedding strategically. You seem “the serious pair” to be honest and I think there might be quite some arguments related to how everything should look like. I don’t see many people at this wedding, particularly because I think you wouldn’t want it to really stand out to people.

I see you guys decorating with your spouses the restaurant or maybe your home, maybe your culture includes some traditions in which the house of the groom and bride are involved. Do you like silver? I see silver. It seems very traditional, like, very traditional, with a very “old” vibe. The dress (dresses) of the bride(brides) seems to be quite simple, maybe has some flowers on it, or maybe the bride might want to wear this crown made out of flowers. Traditional wedding clothes are also most likely to be worn. The wedding dress(dresses) doesn’t seem very uncomfortable, actually, it can be comfy for the bride(brides), not very expensive.

I think of Bhudist and Slavic culture when I channel your guy’s wedding energy. The groom(grooms) seems to wear something comfy for themselves as well. I see something large for them. You will worry too much. You shouldn’t worry, you should enjoy it for fucks’ sake.

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Pile 2

10 of Cups, Page of Cups, 7 of Pentacles, The Hanged Man, The Star, 3 of Cups, 2 of Wands, 9 of Wands

From this pile I get a more relaxed and funny vibe. The wedding will literally be a party with the friends and family in which you will celebrate you and your spouse’s union. People will be dancing, drinking, laughing, making jokes, I see truth of dare haha, giving gifts to each other. Chocolate fountain if you’re into those kinds of things.

I hear a drunk mom right here screaming something like “AYO MY DAUGHTER/SON IS MARRYING, SHE/HE’S BECOMING A WOMAN/MAN” and then bursting into tears and her husband is there like “Oh c’mon Joanna, stop it, get off the table”. The parents of one of the groom’s seems so tired, like they could fall asleep at any given moment. The bride is gonna literally shine in her dress. The dress looks beautiful on her. I see something tight and shiny, maybe has sparkles even. It will make her back itch tho. She’ll regret buying it probably. The weather seems very warm for the season, it will be very warm. The groom has a tight costume as well. He doesn’t seem to mind it tho. I think he’ll literally ignore it for the rest of the day.

You guys will be very impatient. You’ll be like “OMG I CANT WAIT FOR THE WEDDING AAAGHHH” even tho the wedding is in 3 months. I see the groom staring at literally nothing lol. He seems to have entered this “philosopher mode” and starting to question everything: Am I doing the right decision? I think I’ll stay married for the rest of my life. What is love? What does marriage mean? People marry just so they can get a sense of belonging in the face of one deity.

Overall, the wedding day seems so fucking cool. Invite me please.

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Pile 3

The Magician, 4 of Pentacles, Ace of Pentacles, The Fool, Queen of Pentacles, Ace of Swords, King of Pentacles, 9 of Pentacles

Tf with so many pentacles. Are you guys rich? You seem to want to show off your wealth in the face of your friends and family. I heard a female voice saying “Mom look what I got”. I feel like the bride might’ve not really grew up in a financially stable family and they’re now willing to show their parents what they accomplished. I see photographs made in gardens. I see a beautiful garden.

You might want to hold your wedding in a garden haha. The bride seems to want to buy so many things since she wants to have a fairytale wedding, while the groom is like “Yeah, baby, but we’re running out of money if we continue spending this much”. I keep hearing “What if—“ and I don’t really like it. I mean, yeah, it is ok to trust your gut instinct but you still gotta enjoy yourself. You both seem inexperienced and I think that you will marry quite young but the marriage will last a lot. The bride seems to want something almost royal, maybe a princess dress yk, which is totally fine but I don’t know if it’s gonna match her 100%. The bride seems to look good in a more earthy, humble style. I see both worries and happiness related to money.

Maybe it will bring you anxiety until after the wedding. The groom, on the other hand, seems to want something classy, maybe the black standard costume. Overall, the wedding seems very nice hah.

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Pile 4

10 of Pentacles, Justice, The Hierophant, Temperance, 7 of Wands, 4 of Swords, The Fool, Knight of Swords

I feel like most of you will hold quite a traditional, religious wedding. Your parents might want it to be traditional and some of you will value a lot their opinions and preferences regarding the aura of the wedding. I feel like before the wedding there will be some conflicts, maybe the parents of the groom will want something and they will sound very defensive and the parents of the bride will be like “ohhhh, ok, back off”. I think that you might be dealing with a Karen here.

I don’t know whose parents, but a pair of parents seem very calm and very nice, while the parents of the other partner seem very defensive, always wanting the best for their son/daughter, the thing is, they sound very aggressive and they have a tendency to attack people for no damn reason. Especially the mother, she seems very defensive and very aggressive. She might not like the son-in-law-daughter-in-law and could be against the wedding. At the wedding, I feel like it will be quite chill. People will enjoy time together. I don’t see a cool ass party with many interesting stuff. I see a lot of traditional and simple elements.

The bride could wear her mother’s wedding dress and will want to be taken by their dad at the aisle. This cute bride will want something simple, but not as simple as the bride in the first pile. She will be very happy. The groom on the other hand, will wear something casual and possibly wear a small rose on his chest. Overall, seems a very cute and simple wedding. Very humble.

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Pile 5

9 of Cups, Queen of Swords, 4 of Swords, Knight of Pentacles, The Devil, 4 of Pentacles, 9 of Pentacles, The Sun

This pile seems to hold a wedding and invite maybe some exes. Don’t worry, the exes don’t seem to want to bother anyone. I feel like the groom’s ex might be a bit rude to the bride but then apologise. This ex might buy the bride something nice and the bride would be like “oh…um, thank you ig” and the ex would be like “UHM, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY ‘ig’?? THOSE ARE MY MONEY AND NOW—(inhaling), oh sorry, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to react like that…”. “Uhm, no problem, go grab a drink”. This ex could get really drunk. They might be the one who will serve drinks. The parents don’t really seem to play a bit role in this wedding. You will sure ask for opinions regarding your wedding, mostly your friends.

Actually, I see you going specially to a wedding designer and ask them how it would look certain ways. I hear photography, you have friends involved in photography? If not, the photographer seems a very nice and very funny person. I see a woman hah. You will want to have photos with your friends as well, so you might have a photo shoot with all your friends in which you mess around haha. I see people laughing and a girl in a white dress laughing so hard she falls into the water near her(?). She’s blonde, her hair is dyed blonde.

The bride seems to wear and very casual dress, I think it’s a dress a bit above the knees. The groom is wearing simply a white shirt. Overall, the wedding seems an unforgettable day for all of you :D

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I hope it resonated and I’ll be continuing to do pick a card readings and I’ll see you next time. Bye bye 👋🏻

#astrology #romania #pac #tarot #onenormalperson4012 #pick a card #pick a picture #spotify #tarot cards #tarot advice #tarot free reading #tarot community #tarotcommunity #future spouse reading #future spouse

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What i don't get about your Olivia and Taylor post is that harry is also doing this stunts for his own PR. Do you truly think he has no say at all? He's a multimillionaire who chose his own record label and management, he could pay his way out if he wanted. Hell he could go on stage and say hey I'm gay I'm dating Louis if he wanted to. I'm not saying the whole industry doesn't suck, but it sucks for his beards too, they also have to navigate a system where they have to do PR and be in fake relationships to make it. Is Taylor really responsible for how this makes Louis feel? A stranger she has no relation to? Is Olivia the one planning every PR move Harry makes and not his team (who he chooses)?

Yeah they're aiding in closeting, but this closeting seems very voluntary from Harry and Louis side. If we agree that people come out on their own terms and it shouldn't be forced, then him doing a PR relationship is just part of that package.

Hi anon

Alot to unpack here so first off the whole "he's a multi millionaire" part so he can "pay his way out" is complete and utterly false! Elton John despite how rich and famous he is while still closeted had to marry his beard, Taylor while I'm not a fan had the shitty masters situation to deal with despite how rich and famous she is. She couldn't just buy her way out bc of contracts that were in place. And of course this reply tweet from Julia says just leaving you're label/buying you're way out of contracts "doesn't work like that" and she couldn't.

The choosing of his label I firmly believe H was being treated like shit and massively overworked with S*co/Cowbell and Jeff saw this and all the way back in 2013 when he was still only 19 started planting the seeds in H head about how you're being treated like shit here [which is true] when you want to go solo come with me and columbia and things will be 🌟 better 🌟 and I truly believe H thought it was true. Flash forward a few years whenever he is doing something stunt related and what not he looks fuckin miserable !! It's clear he now sees that was all a lie and things are hardly any better then they had been in 1D. Even on the music/concert side you see he is clearly being over worked just like he was in 1D.

If H comes out as being 🏳️‍🌈 and with louis there's a 100% chance at least a third of his solo fanbase will unstan him. S*ny/Columbia know this and since H is their biggest money maker they will do whatever they can to keep H and his relationship in the closet. So NO he couldn't just bring louis on stage and kiss him "if he wanted to." 🤪 bc there are probably so many contracts in place to prevent something like that from happening which WILL result in loss of fan aka loss of money. If either break them there where to do something like that there would be severe consequences and at minimum resulting in H being blacklisted. You think louis wants that for him?

Moving on to the beards I'm sorry I will NEVER feel any sympathy for bc on top of them being trash people outside the bearding, and on top of them making money off of closeting someone [for examples] both taylor and olivia used tf out of their fake relationship with H to either get more notice/fame and or make themselves look good ever at the expensive of H. IE olivia smug/happy while their getting mobbed even tho H is clearly uncomfortable or taylor making herself out to be a victim who got dumped and treated like trash by this "womanizer who doesn't care about women" aka H.

They may have not planned it but they sure as hell ran with it and we're more than happy to drag H or not care about how this all effected him [both mentally, physically and image wise] as long as they got to keep the spotlight and people cared about them. Don't worry tho if you don't see the taylor part in this bc once 1**9 TV comes out and it's all about rehashing h**lor/slandering H again with a H version of A** MV those like you who didn't see will see now.

Also louis is no stranger to taylor she knew exactly who he is and what she caused him along with H even AFTER h**lor ended bc taylor spent all her time throwing shade/dabs at H making him out to be a shitty person. Though the main point I was making was as a louis fan given how miserable/concerning he looked back then it makes sense that people were mad at taylor who was a factor in the root cause of his anger. Everything she did to sell h**lor just pissed louis off more bc anywhere he went that is what he was being asked about or in general was the topic.

Moving on the part about them "voluntarily doing all this and closeting themselves" which a lot of people say makes me eye roll. Just bc someone agrees to something doesn't mean they want to do it. It means hey I don't want to do this but I have no fuckin choice bc if I don't do this and attempt to put up with this there will be consequences and I won't be able to have a career. You think H was jumping at the chance to get into a bearding/PR with a women that would make him look like a homewrecker?

Lastly yes people should come out when their ready and doesn't owe us anything and if you see a celeb and go they might be 🏳️‍🌈 but if they are they are clearly hiding it well then yeah just leave it be. It's different though when it's someone like louis or harry who's NOT trying to hide it [IE comments made about men, comments about gay sex, songs about gay sex, or songs about being forcibly closeted in a homophobic music industry.]

They have made it clear time and time again if they could they would GLADLY be out and be free they want to be out and free but they aren't allowed. I personally think it's more on the side of H as to why neither is out but that's a whole other topic. So yeah I'm done now with this conversation last thing I'll say if you are someone who is always constantly annoyed with their choices just unstan and go. If you constantly choose to defend their beards over them just unstan and go it would be better for everyone.

#harry #louis #taylor #olivia #larrys closeting #harrys closeting #pr stunts #harrys beards #louis closeting #louis beards #larries obsessing over beards #its weird #do you stan the beards #???

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